prompt: "don't hide your face away from me, let me see the blush on your face and that shy smile of yours." + draken

nana's note: oh noooo seeings the words "irrelevant" and "draken" together makes me sad beyond levels... :( dw, he will never go out of style on my blog!!

warnings: reader wears an outfit that requires a zip up at the back, therefore implying a dress, but that and the reader's gender is never explicitly said!

tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you straighten out yourself once last time in the mirror. you smile to yourself, appreciating the way you glowed. one thing irked you though: the gullible zip at the back of your top would not go up for the life of you. with a defeated sigh, you call out for the only one who could help you.

"ken!"

you hear heavy footsteps run up the stairs, and chuckle at his hurry.

"everything 'right, love?" he pants, hand grabbing the edge of the door with his head peeking in. his eyes scan the room for you, and you take the time to admire how handsome he looked. his hair was braided as usual, but the fitted button up he wore accentuated all the right curves and dips on his figure.

you giggle, and spin yourself around. "zip me up, baby?" you crane your face, just enough to see him relax with a grin and walk towards you. he places both hands on your waist, presses a quick kiss to your shoulder and another on your nape, before whispering a quiet ''course, darling.'

his nimble fingers pull the zipper up the expanse of your back, before smoothing out the material. however when he's finished, he doesn't pull back from you. "you look amazing, by the way. i can't have you blowing everyone's minds away, hm?" draken mutters against your skin, a smile growing so effortlessly at your beauty. "what'll we do when they drop dead?"

a wide smile innately appears on your face, and you bring a hand up to cover the bottom half of your face that was quickly turning red. "ken, baby, stop!" you laugh, turning to face the wall and not his stare in the mirror. he laughs with you, turning his body around in front of yours.

"don't hide your face away from me, let me see the blush on your face and that shy smile of yours." draken says, gentle movements pulling your hands away from your face. "there, that's better." his eyes soften, leaning in for another kiss on your lips.

oh my fucking god i need him . writing for him is not. enough.

prompt: "don't go yet, let me hold you for a moment." + hanma shuji

nana's note: yes ofc u can my love <3 oh shu', :(((( i will never get tired of writing for him

hanma's chest falls as he exhales a puff of smoke, and the palm you rest against him falls with it. his golden eyes snake over your figure, body thrown over his. your blanket barely does the job to keep you warm, as you cling onto him for warmth instead.

his fingers trace small miscellaneous drawings on your skin, making you chuckle into his side at the ticklish spots. “shu’ that tickles!” you giggle, pushing him slightly away from you.

hanma laughs with you, his chest rumbling gently. he slides a palm over the exposed skin of your arm, relishing in the feel of you next to him. hanma gives himself a moment or two, before turning over to put out his cigarette on the ashtray you have in your room. he smiles, remembering that you had purchased it just for him.

that was the first sign he was about to leave, the next being the kiss on your forehead. then, hanma speaks up: “okay angel, m’gonna go now," another kiss to your cheek, "i’ll pick you up tom—”

“don’t go yet, let me hold you for a moment.” you whine, tangling yourself further with his limbs. you press a kiss to his collarbone, eyes opening to peer up at your boyfriend, whose intense stare makes you shrivel into his side once more.

hanma laughs once more at your antics, pulling the covers up to hide both your bodies from the outside world. "whatever you want, baby ♡."

prompt: "you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility." + kazutora hanemiya

nana's note: how adorable :( comforting kazutora 24/7 on this blog <3 did i butcher the found family trope? maybe yes indeed so but i really hope i did okay </3

"kazu! you forgot your lunch idiot," you laugh, jogging to chase him down the quiet halls of his apartment. the jaggle of his lunch shakes in the brown paper bag you outstretched towards the door.

just short of exiting the room, kazutora turns to face you with a shocked expression. "ah shit!" he grins gingerly, reaching out to grab the bag heavy enough to keep him full for a day and a half.

he glances over at the dirty dinner table, the pile of dishes stacked in the sink, and looks at you with guilt washed all over. "i wish i could stay and help clean," his eyes flicker down to his shoes.

"are you kidding me, kazu?" you give him an entertained look. "you need to get to school, and i've got time to spare unlike you." you place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently as you usher him out the door. "now go before you're late again," he smiles at your feigned anger. "and don't worry about me, okay?"

he nods, and takes a deep breath before telling you that he sometimes felt like he was a burden to your life. kazutora hated feeling like this; like he was incapable of taking care of himself, but he knew you were causing more heal than harm to his life. and he was truly grateful for that.

"you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility." you say quietly, hands crossing as you lean against the doorframe. you were facing him now, and he found himself facing you, too. he knew you were telling the truth, and the truth made kazutora immensly happy.

he nods, and with a smile—a genuine smile—, he waves you goodbye and treads his way to school with a warm feeling swirling in his chest.

prompt: "i'm very lucky to have you." + draken

nana's note: the way i'm also giggling with you hhehheuehu i will write for this man any time and every time no matter what so don't you worry !!!

draken couldn't lie about endulging himself in the smaller moments of your's and his relationship. he couldn't escape the way a tiny smile would creep its way onto his face everytime he woke up to you curled next to him, or the way you prepared him a quick dinner for an evening at the shop.

even now, when you're clad casually in his big tee and shorts, sitting behind him on the couch with your hands running through his blonde locks—draken finds himself falling even deeper into love with you.

you're talking mindlessly about your day; what you drank in the morning, how crazy your bedhair was, what you ate, the things you saw on your walk outside, and draken was nodding here and there to show you he was indeed, listening to all your little rambles.

your nails comb his scalp so delicately, he feels himself melt into your lap and the couch altogether in complete defeat. then, he speaks for the first time in a few minutes: "i'm very lucky to have you."

your ministrations stop on his head, causing him to open his eyes—big black orbs staring up at you with utter affection and admiration. he swore you looked so perfect at any angle and light. "why'd you stop, love?" he grins sheepishly.

you laugh breathlessly, "why did you say that all of a sudden, ken?"

"because—it's true," he gets up to face you properly, the eye contact suddenly becoming too intense for you. he caresses your cheek with his fingers, "i'm so damn lucky to have you."

prompt: "rest, let me do the cleaning" + hanma shuji

nana's note: gaaaaah !!! hanma housewife anyone ??

the birds sang loudly as you pulled back the blinds and opened the window wide for some well-needed fresh air. you had just finished washing the dishes, loading the laundry and needed to sweep the floors.

as you go to grab the broom from the closet, the doorbell to your home unexpectedly rings. you furrow your brows, peeking your head behind the wall. you weren't expecting anyone, except—

"s-shuji!" you gasp, sparing a glance at your watch: only 7:36 PM. "you're home so early, what happened?" you pry, watching him remove his shoes and offering to hang up his blazer.

hanma grins happily, so relieved to see his darling at home within earlier hours. "work wasn't busy, boss had enough men on the job and sent me home—"

he bends down to press a loving kiss on your lips, "—to do that." and before you knew it, the broom you so long forgotten about, was swiped right out of your hands.

"but really, i'll take care of it from here." he smiles down at you, guiding you towards the expensive leather couches. you attempt to protest, but get hushed rather harshly with taps on your behind. "nu huh—rest, let me do the cleaning for today, 'kay? you just sit nice and pretty for me."

prompt: "fine, you can hug me for five minutes; but then you have to let me go." + Gimme me lots of emotional damage 😮‍💨🫶🏼 lmao I’m thinking Hanma 😏

nana's note: i got you girl, emotional damage here we go !!

your grip tightens around hanma's wrist, a physical plea for him not to walk out your door. he stands still in the doorframe, as his tall figure looms over your own protectively—like a barrier between you and the other side.

"please shu'.. don't go." you mumble, hanging your head down low. your nails dig into his pale skin, as hanma slowly engults your hand with his larger one. moments of silence pass, until he brings your fingers to his lips, and places a delicate, careful kiss to each of your knuckles.

"i have to, darling. you know i do."

tears well up in your eyes. was it at his words? or his gentle voice?—your shuji was always so careful with you, treating you like a doll and acting indifferent no matter the situation.

you feel soft thumbs gingerly wipe away the droplets trailing down your cheeks. hanma pulls you into himself with a heavy sigh, both of your bodies reacting to each other's contact. your heart beats faster and his slows down. he was your energy; you, his calm.

"fine, you can hug me for five minutes;" he mutters into your hair before kissing the crown of it, "but then you have to let me go."

send me a prompt + a character and i'll write you something short and sweet!

"𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

mikey sano x fem!reader - angst/hurt/comfort (1.2k+)

request: hihi! I love your writing it's so nice I was wondering if you could do a drabble for bonten!mikey x fem reader where they're already together and the reader comforts her poor boyfriend because he's having a rough night because he's remembering all his friends and family he lost and is thinking how useless he is

a/n/cw: ok hear me out.. i made him your fiancé because IT JUST FITS RIGHT MIKEY DESERVES TO BE HAPPY !! i gotta say, this piece is quite angsty, but trust me when i say reader will always be there for mikey <3 cw: this post contains huge spoilers from the tokyo revengers manga: tenjiku arc and forward

red wine sloshes against itself in your glass, as you swivel your wrist only slightly. you watch the liquid ripple, before taking another sip with a glance at the clock.

12:18 AM, it read. with every passing minute, you waitied patiently for your fiancé to walk through the front foyer. mikey was a busy man; he worked long hours and ensured everything at work was in-order before leaving. vice versa, you made sure to keep things tidy and just-right at home; clean table tops, a warm dinner, and the scent of mikey's favourite candle wafting through the air.

with your own job taking up many hours of your day, it was sometimes tough to maintain the perfect home that mikey bought for the two of you. but as you glanced around the living room, with its pristine white chairs, lush houseplants, and welcoming fireplace—you settled with the fact that the two of you, were doing an amazing job together.

because that's how it's always been: you and mikey, together.

𝐏𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

draken x gn!reader - fluff/comfort (0.4k+)

request: okay im back, i loved that fic you recommended but if you dont mind can you do a chubby reader x draken fluffy drabble (can be anything really) i barely find any of them and when i do they imply their a different race from me :< also ty for your kind words they made me happy <3

a/n/cw: sure thing love this piece is just a whole lot of body praise huhuhuuh cw: i tried to add in elements of a chubby reader, however im not entirely comfortable of making the whole post revolve around a specific body type. hope you understand, and enjoy nonetheless <3 u are absolutely beautiful.

“and this, this is my favourite part of you,” draken gestures to the curve of your stomach, to the soft flesh that surrounds the body of the one he loves most. his lips peck every dot and dip of your skin, as you lie beneath him in the oddly quiet confides of the brothel.

the moon shines its light directly onto your face, presenting draken with the view of an angel—his angel.

she's a feisty one! ♡

pairing: hanma shuji x fem!foreign reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.7k+)

request: Hi! Can I request a short fic/drabble of hanma x fem reader where she is one of the captains of valhalla?

a/n: hi anon! i know your request specified a malaysian reader, however i wrote the reader to just be a foreigner, so that more people can read and enjoy for themselves! i hope that is alright <3

hanma'll admit, having a girlfriend whose a captain of valhalla—was much better than he could ever imagine. it made things fun, exciting, and unpredictable even. especially with the way you often treated those beneath you.

being a foreigner, hanma knows that your transition to japan and its lifestyle wasn't an easy task. it was difficult getting accustomed to the mannerisms, traditions, and cultures. even speaking japanese, proved hard at times. hanma always assured you, that your japanese was amazing and improving by the day. however, hanma would never back down from hearing you curse out the members in your language.

obsession

pairing: pining!hanma shuji x gn!reader [ft baji keisuke]

genre/wc: fluff ?? im not sure how to categorize this piece (0.7k+)

request: Okay I saw your post, I wanna request a Hamna x reader x Baji but like somewhat toxic but like to the song obsession by aventura 😒 like pretty much the plot to the song please & thank you 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

summary/cw: in which hanma shuji is utterly obsessed with his comrade's partner, you. [contains obsessive behaviour? not yandere, toxic and delusional hanma, he is going THROUGH it (he knows you're taken) LMAO]

the hand etched with sin landed flat on baji's back, patting it a few times as the boy spared a glance up at hanma's face. "m'headin out now, 'kay? tomorrow, same time and place. don't forget." he told baji with a smile as playful as always. it was if that sneer was permanantly carved in his features, making baji's brow twitch involuntarily.

nevertheless, he responded with a gruff "yeah." before making his way toward his bike with you in hand. hanma's amber eyes flicked over to your figure. his smile grew at the sight of you, nodding in both goodbye and appreciation. baji tightened his grip, and ushered you over and onto his bike, before driving away with annoyance evident in his actions.

that was hours ago. it was 5:00 AM now, and hanma lays on his mattress with a hand etched with punishment draped across his forehead. tonight was turning out to mirror all the other nights; no angel of sleep made herself present to grace hanma's mind with rest. to ease the bubbling feelings of—hanma's thoughts halt. of, what, exactly?

moments with hanma shuji ♡

pairing: hanma shuji x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.9k+)

summary: in which you remember a collection of moments shared between you, and your notorious boyfriend, hanma shuji. [cw: smoking, reader smokes in one, injuries (blood)]

the moments where hanma would take candid photos of you. you could be doing anything: from posing in front of the mirror in a new outfit, or making his morning coffee. hanma'll have his phone in hand, camera open and ready to snap numerous photos of you. he sports a stupid smile everytime, and thinks to himself how lucky he is to have you. and the click of the camera gets you every time, startling you until you realize its only him—again. you shrink yourself from the camera's lens, only for hanma to coo at you. "you know you're the cutest, hm baby? smile for me, yeah? ♡"

sweet dreams

pairing: draken x fem!reader (reader is referred to as mama)

genre/wc: fluff (0.5k+)

a/n: UHM father!draken (timeskip, ofc) on the mind. this is mostly interaction between draken and his daugther—reader is just sleeping LMAO.

the red numbers on draken's bedside clock change to 2:34 AM. draken is fast asleep, as are you. both of you are knocked out from the strenuous labours of work and parenting life for a 6 year old girl. she is fast asleep as well—at least, the two of you thought so.

draken's chest slowly rises and falls with every light snore he emits, one palm splayed across his stomach and the other resting on your's. you have a leg stretched over his', and your hand is dangerously near his face. not that draken notices.

then, a small pat on his bicep. another pat, and another one. he doesn't notice those either.