#baji drabble

[thvkei]

baji loves when he can see himself inside you.

# tw // belly bulging, creampie.

"oh, fuck..." baji groans, hot breath pawing your features as he towers over your bare body. calloused fingers brush against your lower tummy, caressing the bulge which nestled prettily in your womb. "ya feel that, baby? so fuckin' deep inside you."

all you can do is nod quickly, muttering small 'uhuh's as you place your hand over his. he tries to shush any whines the best way he can—by smashing a sloppy and too-heavy kiss against your already tender and swollen lips, body bending down to claim every warbled noise tumbling forth from your mouth.

"pussy's suckin' me in... fuck, ease up, baby." baji groans, russet eyes scrunching in pleasure at the constant sensation of your squishy walls hugging him so tight. "y're killin' me here." he hisses before thrusting into you again, and you can feel his cock piston in and out of you as he continues his thrusts—the pleasure overwhelming your senses and making you cream around him.

despite how cruel it is, he can't stop. he won't—even as pathetic whines and whimpers continue to seep from your bruised lips as he pounds your drooling cunt until it's pulsing around him with a heartbeat of its own divinity.

the sight's too beautiful to pass up; he considers the mere thought a treason in itself. the arch of your little womb, so full and swollen with his love, disappearing and reappearing with every short, quick thrust of his strong hips. so no, he can't stop, not until you're spraying your juices all over his honeyed abdomen and clawing at his wrists, letting out clumsy yells of, 't'much, kei!!', and, 'c-cummin' again!!'

and he'd all but smirk, 'jus' one more, baby. feels so fuckin' good,' just moments before he creampies your tiny hole and stuffs you full of his babies until they're spilling out of you in thickly oozing pearly globs.

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[bxd-decisions]

Baji loves to throw rocks at your window — it's normal the middle of the night and when you finally decide to answer, he makes you sneak out, even in your pajamas, for a nice long ride. He even gives you his toman jacket to keep you warm because he knows it's cold. Expect to spend long nights in an abandoned warehouse, cuddled up in his arms and him telling you how much you mean to him. He loves to kiss you too, his kisses are like... Honey. Sweet, irresistible and addictive.

Baji also sometimes drags you alone to toman meetings, just because he loves to show you off, and more than once, the guy has made out with you during a meeting because he just can't resist. He wants everyone to know who you belong to.

Some nights you both just spend, in each other's arms, even if it's not comfortable, in the old and dusty building, but it's comfortable with him, he always makes things perfect. The next days never matter to you, no matter how much trouble you'd be in for sneaking out.

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[catfuyus]

Baji knows when you want a kiss just from the way you look at him.

All mystified and lips slightly parted. Gazing into his eyes and holding his stare for a second longer than you usually do.

He doesn’t play along. Never does, not when he gets to see how cute you get the longer he waits.

Longing stare turning desperate, you clutch onto his arm or wrap your arms over his shoulders. You’re needy. And he likes it. But he likes it more when you beg.

“Keii…” you whine out as you come around to sit in his lap as he takes a seat.

He keeps his expression neutral. Innocent. Cant let on how much fun he’s having toying with you.

���What’s wrong, baby?”

His hands wrap around the globes of your ass, pulling your closer to his chest from where you’re seated on his thighs.

He’s never shy about where he puts his hands. Anywhere on your body any time of the day. Not when you’re his. Not when every part of you belongs to him.

“Hmm?” He hums and tilts his head when you don’t answer. Waiting patiently to pry out the words from you.

“Need a kiss…” you whisper, pressing your forehead onto his, eyes fixed on his lips.

“Aww…” he coos with a devilish smirk, “is my baby feeling needy?”

“No,” you whine with a pout. You’re so petulant. So reluctant to voice just how you feel about him. It’s not as if you spent the whole morning with him kissing and doing so much more in his bed.

“No?” He chuckles, running his hands slowly over your thighs and around your waist. “Then I guess you don’t need a kiss then.”

“Keii,” you whine and grind your hips into his, hands splaying on his chest as you lean in closer.

He chuckles as you plant a small kiss on his neck.

“Tell me that you’re needy then. Tell me that you need me.”

You grumble in frustration as you shift on his lap, pulling back just enough to admire his face through your pout. “I need you, Kei. I need you.”

[haihaihaitani]

1:23 AM ~ *Keisuke Baji*

Summary: It’s just an average night for you and Baji.

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 318

Warning: Baji is alive

Masterlist

It was late. Keisuke was already in bed and you were finishing up your night routine in the bathroom. He was starting to get impatient, if the sighs and whines from the bed were anything to go by. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, imagining the pout on his face as he waited for you. He always complained that you spent too long in the bathroom. But it was always worth the wait.

After making sure your face was clean, you finally left the bathroom to see Keisuke pouting like a child. His arms were folded over his chest and his bottom lip was jutting out. Your heart thudded in your chest as you chuckled. Looking at you, he flopped out like a starfish with a dramatic sigh.

“FINALLY you’re done.” He exclaimed. “You take forever, you know?”

Nodding, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before crawling into bed. “I know, I know. You tell me that every night.”

“Well it’s true.” He whined as he pulled you into his arms.

This was the last part of your nightly routine. Right before falling asleep, you and Keisuke would cuddle each other, wishing to see the other in their dreams. It was the perfect way to end everyday and you wouldn’t change it even if you could.

“You still love me though.” You shot back, softly booping his nose.

He scrunched his nose up cutely before answering, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Pretending to be offended, you scoffed. “You guess?”

Pulling you closer, he nuzzled next to your ear, whispering, “Of course I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world.”

“I love you more than anything else in the universe.” You mumbled back.

He hummed in response before murmuring, “I hope to see you in my dreams, lovely.”

You nodded, closing your eyes. “I hope to see you in my dreams too.”

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐛.𝐤

baji keisuke x gn!reader [reader is on their period, but there are no solidified pronouns!] - fluff, comfort (0.5k+)

request: how about a short fic with baji taking care of a reader who has very debilitating cramps? i've never seen anyone to that before, and personally, my cramps can get so bad to the point where painkillers barely work. if it's too much, then feel free to ignore this ♡

nana's note: oh man i also get really painful cramps so this is really relatable :/ now can i get a baji to comfort me or nah - also first post of the year yayayay

baji watches as the timer on the microwave counts down from 1 minute, each second accompanied by an impatient shake of his foot and a nervous sigh. it was that time of the month for you, and although you were upstairs laying in the soft sheets of his bed—the extreme painful cramps took away all that comfort. it had gotten so bad, that you were having trouble walking around. baji took the initiative to head downstairs, and heat up your heating pack for your stomach. 

“no no, you—you’re staying right here, ‘kay? i’ll figure out how to heat this thing and be right back” he had told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before dashing down to the lower level of his apartment. 

beep! sounds the microwave, and baji pulls open its door to grab the pack. “ah fuck!” he shrieks, nearly dropping the pack flat on the ground. “shit’s hot as hell, fuck.” baji murmurs to himself, hastily making his way up the stairs and into his room.

“m’back, baby. let this cool down for a bit.” he places the pack next to you on the mattress, leaning in to grab your hand immediately after. 

“your hand is really warm,” you comment, looking at your boyfriend with his hair all tousled and clothes so casual. he looks handsome in his grey sweats and white tee, it’s not everyday you can catch him not in uniform for either toman or school. a smile forms on your face when he looks at you sheepishly.

he grins, “let’s just say the pack was really warm, too.”

you squint your eyes at him with a knowing glare, “i heard someone scream earlier. perhaps..” your smile turns teasing, “it was you?”

baji scoffs at your suggestion, puffing out his chest dramatically and flexing his muscles. “me? screaming? nah—must’ve been the wind, babe.” the pair of you laugh together, before you suddenly clutch your stomach as it tightens in mild pain. 

baji’s behaviour goes alert, as he quickly grabs the (now bearable) heat pack and places it onto your stomach carefully. he watches your expression attentively, as it contorts from discomfort to gradual ease. “is this okay?” he asks, and you nod. a yawn leaves you, a sudden tiredness taking over you for a moment.

“thank you, keisuke.” you mutter after a while, noticing that his hand still hasn’t left the pack. his hand keeps it in place, even though it surely won’t fall over if he were to let go. in reality, baji just wants to keep on holding you. you place both your palms atop his, feeling that same warmth envelop your nerves—and the rest of your body.

baji leans down to press his lips to your exposed skin, he closes his eyes as his breathing falls in tune with your’s. “i love you, you know i’ll do anything for you, whenever.” his brown eyes open when he notices you’ve fallen silent, your breathing sounds more calm and the hands once on top of his have fallen slack against the blanket. you’ve fallen asleep.

baji carefully departs from you, and presses a small peck to your lips before adjusting the pillows and blanket around you. he knew just how you liked to sleep, and he would remember these small things for the rest of time—if for you.

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[rinsoap]

no thoughts, just alt bfs <33 he lets you dye his hair every other month, looking forward to sitting on the tiled bathroom floor between your legs while you perch on the rim of the bathtub, painting over his overgrown buzzcut. he likes to give your knees little kisses as his foot taps to some system of a down song you hum along to.

he'll happily accept your offer to do his makeup after you finish yours. you drag pencil eyeliner across his lids and corners of his eyes, smearing it in lazily until it's grey to add an even more tired appearance to his face. you finish off his quick look with a kiss to his cheekbone that leaves a dark lipstick print where your lips were.

before he goes out, he always makes sure to be wearing a piece of jewelry you've gifted him; chrome rings, matching red pendants, a little sword earring. he loves being asked where he got his jewelry because then he gets to mention you! "oh this? my beautiful girlfriend got them for me, thank you for asking."

he does not take his playlists seriously at all. he just shuffles his liked songs and calls it a day. he's got one playlist though, and its dedicated to makeouts with you. and he takes that very seriously. he loves pulling you on top of him from laying beside him. he likes to have you on top of him, thighs squeezing against his hips as you straddle him. you lean down to press your lips on his, holding his face with both hands gently while the playlist blasts over the sounds of your kisses. it always starts out gentle, polite even, but as soon as the playlists shuffles to she wants revenge, all niceties are thrown out the window. he pulls you close, and you follow his movement. your hands keep switching from his face, to his neck, to his chest, not knowing where to touch, but knowing you want to touch him. he mimicks similar movements, needing as much of you as he can get. he squeezes the flesh of your hips and lets his hands roam over your body, up his shirt you’re wearing to rub the skin of your waist and back. you need each other, and that's all you know.

SUNA RINTARO. miya osamu. KOZUME KENMA!!!! semi eita. tsukishima kei. kunimi akira. KYOTANI KENTOROU!

MITSUYA TAKASHI!!!!!! ken ryuguji. hakkai shiba. BAJI KEISUKE. kazutora hanemiya.

[metranart]

Will you be Toman’s darling? Mikey can’t seem to stop asking, it’s not enough to be able to fuck you whenever he wants, he needs the title that you’re HIS but not only his but also his mates, those guys he loves more than his own life… and unfortunately, you do as well. 

You don’t understand why it’s so important to them, but each one has asked the same question over and over again. Draken kisses you, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips don’t miss a single thrust, it’s delicious, it’s delirious and he only dares to break the kiss to ask. “Will you be ours?” —You don’t answer, just bite his lip and begin to thrust your hips to him, as a way to distract him but he’s not dumb and less of all, a quitter, so he won’t give up, none of them will! 

Baji’s strong hands anchor you to him, perched on either side of your hips as he rams you from behind, your eyes have been blank for more than fifteen minutes, his name rolls off your tongue like your private mantra and from his tongue rolls: “Say yes,” his ragged breath demands, “Stop torturing us and say yes, shit!” The answer he wants to hear isn’t spoken but that doesn’t discourage him from cumming deep inside you -marking you from the inside out at least gives him so kind of relieve-…. 

Mitsuya’s attempts are more tender, kisses and cuddles, your naked bodies tangled in each other, the strong fingers of his fist tangled among your sweaty strands of silky hair, each thrust hitting that special place inside you that makes you see stars, his lips only parting to adore you and when you think you’re safe: “We will take care of you, we will go out of our way for you… just say yes, just grant us that favor—be OURS….”. Apparently being filled by each and every one of these gang members isn’t enough, moaning their names and marking their necks with hickey doesn’t satisfy them, they want you for themselves, they want you in their gang as their banner as their princess. 

Mikey is the most stubborn, his fat thumb slides under your skirt, snaking behind your panties, two fingers accompanying it to slip inside you, drumming and circling your clit as if it were the joystick of an Xbox control, your flushed cheeks and half-open lids delight him, makes him drunk and dizzy, just being able to put you in that delirious state. He knows it’s his mission in life to have you like this forever, you’re his, you must conquer Tokyo with them, you must stop resisting and agree to their terms. Mikey doesn’t waste any moment to ask, while he kisses you, while he eats you out, while he makes you cum harder than ever. 

“Will you be ours? ....yesyesyesyes-?”

Their teamwork is weakening your good judgment, it’s too much, your knees buckle, and your voice is a permanent moan. Damn! Your shivering lips parted and the gazes of the four gang members shine with hope. Anxiety and stress can be detected in their clenched fists, a heavy silence falls over everyone when you say: 

“I’m already yours, why do we need to tag it… I’m not going anywhere.”

There is disappointment, frustration, even anger but also amusement in their features. They won’t accept a refusal. They will just have to keep convincing you, again and again and again. You are stubborn, but so are they.

➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this drabble 🥵

[ruwhimsical]

LOOKING LOPSIDED!

he was too impatient to wait for you to cut his own hair, so he took matters into his own hands, miserably. ft. multiple characters

“I swear it isn’t that bad! If you look at it from a certain angle, you definitely pull it off,” you try to reason with your very moody boyfriend in front of you. Your words fall on deaf ears as he solely focuses on how your face scrunches up like you’re trying not to burst out laughing—in courtesy to him, of course. Although he appreciates the gesture, he’d much rather have you lay out the cold, hard truth.

He had fucked up his hairstyle—badly.

“I mean… what did you expect cutting your hair with craft scissors?” you say, fluffing his hair in an attempt to salvage it. It did not help. If anything, it made him look like a stray cat that had been struck by lightning.

“Are you going to help or just poke fun?” he snaps, stopping himself from storming out of the living room and into the bathroom to check on his dilemma for the nth time. Though it may not look like it, you had quite a knack for cutting hair. Every time you went into the bathroom, you’d emerge with a new hairstyle that suited you perfectly. This gave him the impression that it was a simple task. Oh, how wrong he had been.

He should’ve just waited for you to come home.

“Can’t I just adore how cute you look for a second? I’m gonna miss this hairstyle,” you tease, squeezing his cheeks and forcing his lips into a pout. His eyebrows furrow downward, and his eyes squint, forming what looks like an attempt at a glare. You haven’t seen him this expressive in a while. It’s almost laughable how worked up this has gotten him.

You take a quick picture of him before tossing your phone out of both your reaches. “I’m so making that my wallpaper,” you declare, grabbing his hands and leading him towards the bathroom.

“You better not, or I’ll make THAT my wallpaper,” he grins. You know exactly what he’s referring to. It’s a picture he’d taken of you when you were wasted out of your mind after a night out with friends. He’d found you lying on the floor, your clothes decorated in puke. The second you saw him, you’d latched onto his leg on the side of the road, gaining unwanted attention from passersby as you begged him to take you home.

“OKAY, okay, fine, I won’t!” you huff, briefly contemplating whether to mess up his hairstyle even more out of spite. “Just get your ass on this chair so I can hurry up and finish this.”

Your hands must’ve been made of magic, because by the time you’re done, he walks out looking like an entirely different person.

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[cannellee]

Hi, I hope you're well?

How do the Alpha!TR-boys behave (Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora, Izana, Kakucho, Shinichiro and South) when his Omega finally born their puppy?

But only if you want it or you feel like good.

Thank you very much :D

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing: mikey, chifuyu, baji, kazutora, izana, kakucho, shinichiro, south)

— their reactions to their omega giving birth

I kinda gave up at the end sorry it's not as detailed as the others😭

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

𐙚 ALPHA! MIKEY

mikey's overly excited, grinning from ear to ear like a child. you actually wanted to keep your pregnancy a secret from people and simply keep this a secret between you and mikey.

however, once your belly grows big enough that it's impossible to ignore it, mikey's the first to spread the news, happy to finally share that he's the one who knocked you up. despite his joy, he's feeling especially cautious and possessive. he's constantly oscillating between an extreme aggressiveness and an excessive care for you. it's a weird combo, but it works out for the both of you and you quickly find your balance during those 9 months.

when you get closer to your delivery, you can both feel it and while you get more sensitive and fragile because of all the hormones fighting inside you, mikey switches and reacts to your own needy pheromones. you can start smelling your baby's own soft scent and it sets mikey on edge to know he has to protect two human beings now, he's even more alert than before.

giving birth was hard and exhausting, and mikey stayed right by your side the whole time, acting like a moral support. hearing your little baby's first cries was truly an emotional moment : when mikey finally realised that he was a father. looking at your child's face, he smiled at how frail and how precious he looked. holding his tiny hand, he felt the responsibility of protecting and providing for his family even stronger than before, absolutely determined to cherish the both of you.

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𐙚 ALPHA! CHIFUYU

chifuyu, like all the others, is extremely ecstatic to hear you are expecting. when you first tell him, he's holding you in his arms, spinning you around and kissing your giggling face all over.

even before you can see a bump on your stomach, he's always caressing it, feeling giddy inside knowing he's going to be a father. it's your first child : he's anxious and afraid he won't do great, of course you reassure him, feeling your motherly instincts take over, you can't help yourself from wanting to help your mate feel okay.

but despite his initial anxiety, chifuyu quickly pulls himself together, ashamed he even let his pregnant omega take care of him when he is supposed to support her during this tough journey. he grows more confident and assertive during those 9 months, naturally taking the lead and being fully capable of knowing exactly what you need.

when you finally give birth, he's right by your side, holding your hands and letting you dig your nails as painfully deep as you need during the whole process. he's constantly checking on you, talking you through it to get your mind off of the pain of labour. even with your sweaty face and tired eyes, you remain the most beautiful omega in his eyes and he doesn't hesitate to kiss your lips once he hears your baby cry, signaling that you finally did it.

he's carefully holding the baby in his arms, already scenting her, then you, and hands her to you once you've calmed down enough. he smiles as he watches the both of you bond, all the doctors leaving the room after administering the last needed treatments. he takes his time to praise you gently, not rushing you in the slightest and watching with a content smile his most precious persons together.

the only moment he leaves your side afterwards is to get you a glass of water and buy some snacks. he grew even more protective and doesn't want to risk anything. he knows exactly what you need, you guys communicate with each other so well that you don't even need to voice your discomfort. not even when his mother is trying to separate you from your baby, too exhausted to be able to keep her in your weak arms. after contacting your families to announce you had given birth, you didn't think it would have pushed them to come and visit you right away...

she's snatching your pup despite your objections, insisting she has the right to cuddle her grand-daughter. the lack of contact sets you on edge and once chifuyu gets back, he immediately analyses the situation and kicks his own mother out, carefully placing back the child on your chest, apologising on behalf of her. he's scenting you and locking the door, making sure the next few days are spent in the intimacy of your home, where you'll focus on getting your strength back.

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𐙚 ALPHA! BAJI

baji has always wanted to take it further with you, feeling himself ready and able to support you and another little one. the thought alone of having mini versions of the both of you running around sparked his own instincts of fire, feeling them cloud his mind and flood him with images of your pregnant body.

he knew you would look absolutely gorgeous all swollen with his pups and now that his fantasy came true, he can only worship you even more. you smell heavenly and the way each piece of clothes highlight your bump, he can't help himself from touching it and keeping his hand glued to your stomach.

he's growling and threatening people, even his own friends, displeased with the way they so carelessly approach you even if you're the one who went up to them in the first place. after a few months, baji is keeping you at home, in your nest. you can't leave. he considers it better for both you and your baby's health to stay far from the pollution of the city and the annoying and soiled pheromones of others. your scent is so pure, so sweet and maternal, he wants the whole room to smell like you and preserve it the best he can.

the day your water broke, baji was extremely reactive, knowing exactly what to do as if he had done it a thousand times. he carries you and presses your head in his neck, forcing your stressed out self to inhale his comforting pheromones. he reassures you, telling you you're almost there, and with the way he manages to keep his tone very calm, it rubs off on you and soothes your stress a tiny bit.

he's definitely not leaving your side and even pressures the doctors into taking very good care of you and your baby. he's kissing your knuckles, telling you how strong you are and how proud of you he is.

after you were sent home, he's fulfilling your every needs, satisfyingly watching his omega feed your baby. he's scenting you when you need it, massaging your neck and feet when it feels too much and monitoring who is allowed to meet you and your pup, not wanting too many people next to his newly formed family.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAZUTORA

kazutora's relationship with you and your baby is heavily determined by his traumas he's still trying to heal from. he has a past which is difficult to ignore and his worst nightmare is to become like his father and reproduce the abusive pattern he grew up with.

he had his fears when you were pregnant but was far too happy to fully think about it. the sense of familiarity he found within you was reassuring enough that, even if he was still doubtful, the trust you put in him helped him gain confidence.

but now that you're both there, right in front of his eyes, defenceless enough that one wrong move from him would give you severe injuries, he's not so sure anymore of what he's doing. he's flinching whenever he accidentally makes a loud noise, scared the baby might associate him with something unpleasant. he scents the both of you too often to even count, making sure his pheromones become a source of comfort and nothing else.

but one thing he is good at, is driving alphas away. you might not have noticed it but, except for his most trusted friends, both you and your child didn't interact with any other alpha for at least a year. he just loves you too much to risk being careless and threaten your health, he wants to be a good father and prove to himself that he has changed for the best.

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𐙚 ALPHA! IZANA

you didn't want to tell him at first, knowing how explosive izana's personality was and how right now wasn't a particularly good time, with all the fights he still got into. denying your pregnancy unknowingly took a toll on your health and soon enough you found yourself hospitalised. your belly was as flat as always despite the fact that you were getting dangerously close to the final day.

izana rushed to your side once he heard the news of the two of you's future responsibility. he held your hand, upset more against himself than against you for not even noticing any changes in your behavior and so obliviously holding you at night without a single clue of your actual condition. he took you home in a heartbeat after consulting the doctors and instead focused on taking care of you, providing a safe environment for you and your future baby and making sure you gained your health back by following exactly what the experts advised.

the moment your daughter is born, he's turning into a hopelessly devoted dad who'll do anything to keep both his princesses satisfied. he spends most of his time praising you for being such a strong and resistant omega, delivering your baby despite the excruciating pain.

his instincts are now even more sensitive than before, fearing so strongly a possible threat. he growls and threatens with intimidating pheromones for any strangers to stay away, no matter who they are : it's his baby and his omega, both in a weakened state considering what they went through. nobody's passing through him. he has the urge to show you how well he can take care of you, to prove you how wrong you were to be scared to tell him you were having his baby.

his favourite moments are when the both of you are in his arms, securely tucked right against his chest, with his precious omega breastfeeding their pup like the good mother she is, nurturing instincts taking over her so much to the point he can't help but regret not impregnating you sooner.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAKUCHO

you didn't even have to tell kakucho : he could smell the slightest change of scent within you and instantly knew that the new coconut scent wasn't exactly yours. for him, that was a heavy indicator of what you were going through.

and he's elated, absolutely blissful to learn that the love of his life is waiting for a child, his child. kakucho is family oriented and welcoming a new member inside your home felt like the accomplishment of his life.

he makes sure the whole process goes smoothly, learns a lot of things to manage any situations with great skills and provides anything you might need. once your baby comes into your lives, he's getting more and more protective, taking care of the both of you like you're made of glass.

you don't move, you stay inside the safety of your nest, trying to recover from the shock your body went through. he's bringing your meals after preparing them according to a nutritionist's study about pregnant omegas and the preferred diet they should have after delivering. he's constantly asking how you're feeling, fearing your health might sink as it happens often. but you only seem to improve and you assure him you're doing just fine.

he doesn't forget to thank you. kakucho actually feels extremely grateful to you, who gave birth to his lovely pup and he keeps a watchful eye on the both of you. when the baby's not in your arms, he's in kakucho's, who tenderly rocks him in his arms, looking not one bit awkward, expertly consoling his little newborn.

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𐙚 ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

shinichiro is as emotional as ever, not taking the news lightly and crying from joy, crushing you into a very long hug before immediately apologising and putting a gentle hand over your still flat stomach.

he's pacing outside of the room when his omega finally gets into labor, both anxious and excited to meet his newborn. meeting his son for the first time felt surreal. he walked in, his eyes immediately finding his omega resting on the bed, looking exhausted but radiant. in your arms was the tiniest bundle, wrapped snugly in a pastel blanket. he walked slowly towards you, as if in a dream, and when you held out the baby to him, he hesitated for a moment before taking him into his arms. his voice was thick with emotion when he introduced himself to him, proudly saying that he was his dad.

when he carried you back home, he forced you to lay down on the couch, your baby safely curled up in your tired arms. he covered you in warm blankets, strongly scented by him to reassure the both of you while he focused on unpacking your stuff. you melted inside the familiarity of your home, a smile of content stretching your lips while you watched your alpha come and go, stopping every five minutes what he was doing to kiss you and the baby he so dearly adored.

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𐙚 ALPHA! SOUTH

the second he learns you're pregnant, you're not leaving his side anymore. you're spending those 9 months glued at the hip with each other, south carrying you everywhere despite you being fully capable of walking on your own just fine. he's simply scared you'll slip and hurt the both of you, which is why he takes his job as your alpha very seriously.

he's taking you to the hospital 2 days prior, smelling it in your scent that your delivery date isn't far. you don't have to think about anything, south might not be inside your mind but he knows exactly what you need, how you feel... and if he has any doubts, he'll firmly ask you to to voice your thoughts.

he doesn't take anything for granted, ever, even after you finally give birth, he constantly reminds you that you're the most precious thing he has in his life. he makes sure to get rid of any of his suspicious relatives or acquaintances, wanting for his child to grow up in an environment free from any threats.

now, his gentle nature extends to your child. the both of you are the only one who benefit from his sweet side, which creates a robust and loving family, you and south's strengths blending together to form a nice dynamic.

[goth-ch3rri-headspace]

Random Tr headcannons

✦ A dog barked at Mikey and Baji and they barked back 

✦ Draken will purposefully drop Mikey while carrying him if feeling annoyed

✦ Mikey stole smileys food. That day smiley showed his eyes and Mikey was found taped to the ceiling 

✦ all the TR girls have an outing once a month

✦ Hinata and Takamitchey help Emma get Draken

✦Baji punched Chifuyu for being rude to his mom once 

✦Kazutora smiley and izana are all secretly afraid of dogs

✦Darken can cook like a chef but leaves no evidence and is always quiet so u have to catch him in the act

✦Mikey and baji can surf 🏄 🤙

✦Emma sometimes doesnt feel as connected to everyone else cus she's not fully Japanese 

✦Angry was one of those paranoid kids who was worried of ppl being upset him or how he'll die

✦Baji hates ur mom jokes

✦Smiley makes ur mom jokes

✦There was a fight between baji and smiley 

✦Hakkai has severe anxiety 

✦The twins have smoked weed before 🍃(there momma beat there ass)

✦Smiley is one of those ppl who like pushes u to ur crush (he's done it to angry)

✦Takemitchy hosted a game night and now no one besides the Mizo middle is allowed at his house

✦Mikey listens to childish gambino 

✦Toman CANNOT HAVE SLEEPOVERS

[bxd-decisions]

Taunting and telling Baji he can't fuck you as good as his best friend ever will while he teases you with his long fingers until he snaps and fucks you hard until you're begging and whining about how good he fucking makes you feel, while he's spanking and choking you, is crucial for me to have in my life please 🥺🥺

[catfuyus]

— ❝ COMING HOME ❞ ft. BAJI KEISUKE

Nothing feels right. You place the keys in a small ceramic bowl near the front door’s entrance. It’s a new smell in the same house. The smell of fresh paint that never dissipated from when you first moved in. Everything is off. As if you had suddenly awakened from a long, disassociative nothingness, and everything had changed from the moment you went under.

Everything was different, as if you were seeing it for the first time, but everything was technically, the same. Years unchanged.

You remove your shoes, hang up your bag and wander into the kitchen. It’s airy, light. The faint smell of freshly chopped herbs on the cutting board in sight. But no people. This house is empty. It’s full of things that you know you should recognize, you do recognize to an extent, but still nothing.

The sliding glass doors open to wide, green yard. Flowers blooming in the garden. There’s patio furniture placed on structured concrete with four chairs arranged for seating. Four chairs, you think absentmindedly, before shutting the doors again to wander through the kitchen and back through to the living room.

The house has stairs. Carpet padded stairs just after the tiled floor. Something tells you not to go up. Something tells you to head back out. To get out, while you still can. Get out while you still can.

So you exit the front door, bare feet padding on the cold concrete. There are flowers planted by the front door as well.

The house is a shell. Decorated warmly. Garden maintained. But there is a scent that lingers beneath the artificial candles and freshly cooked dinners. A sickening smell that speaks more to its true nature than the inhabitants can seem to admit. Or maybe they don’t notice. You noticed the smell as soon as you walked in.

A car pulls up. Your heart spikes, silently hoping, needing it not to be the person it needs not to be. You need your peace to last a little longer.

It’s a small black truck. Chevy Colorado. It’s not new, not clean on the outside. It parks on the street in the middle of the driveway. A guest not staying long. It would anger the inhabitants of the house if it did.

The door slams, and he appears around the front of the car. Smiling brown eyes. Hair pulled high into a ponytail. As he walks up the driveway you know he smells like sunlight and cologne. An old Metallica shirt you’d seen a dozen times and a silver cross necklace dangling from his neck.

He stops smiling when he sees you. Surprise taking over the features of his face. A faint, what’s wrong as he pulls you into his chest.

You hiccup. His shirt is wet where you pressed your face, tightly clutching onto the back of his shirt. You hiccup a little louder, rubbing your face into the cloth with no regard for anything else.

He leads you down the steps, the faint smell of freshly cut lawn and the summer sun passing by you with your eyes blurry. It’s a nice smell. A familiar smell. The truck door is opened and you slip into the leather seat.

We can try again tomorrow. We can try again some other time. It doesn’t have to be here. We don’t even have to try again if you don’t want to.

No it’s okay. It’s really okay.

He presses his lips against yours. Hard in a thin line. Exhaling as he pulls away. And you’re dizzied with the need for more. But his amber eyes are hard, pulled into vexing thought. And you feel protected. And needy. Arms going out to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in for another, more desperate kiss.

I’ll go get your shoes. Keys in the house? You nod. Stay right here. I’ll be right back.

You duck down, low into the seat and wait for him. He’s quick. Reappearing through the window of the car and popping the driver’s door open. He sets your keys in the cup holder, shoes on the floor, slides in and starts the car.

He takes your hand and kisses the back of your knuckles. Eyes on the mirrors as you watch his face. I love you. Puts the car and drive and leaves this awful place.

I wish I could give you more. I wish I had more to give.

You’re everything I want. I don’t want you to think I need any more than you. He smiles, wraps his large hand around your thigh. I already have all of you. You’re my whole world.

And you’re mine. Your throat hurts. Sore from suppressing emotion. I don’t want to be this person. I don’t want to be a bad person.

I never thought you were. Not for one second.

⋘ ──────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────── ⋙

There are parts of the past that you miss. Coffee in the morning. Carpet under your toes. Fresh baked cupcakes and pulling out a chair for dinner.

You think those things belong there. In that house. And that’s what you miss. But all those things and their softened afternoon light. Hazy naps under the sun and a cooling evening with ice cream and tv.

These are not permanently gone. Not since you started dating Baji. He listens to the kind of music you like. Play fights with you when you’re annoying. He makes you coffee in the morning. Memorized it just the way you like. And when you look up at him with tears in your eyes and hesitant hands, he brushes your nose up against his and pulls you in for a kiss. I’ll always keep you safe.

But you don’t know that, Kei. You don’t know what’ll happen.

That’s the one thing I do know, babe. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.

And jump out of bed and bring your coffee to cling to his back all day. Taking little sips. Careful not to spill, as you keep your arms trapped around him. Keisuke is kind like that. Keeping you stuck in his arms. Under his weight. It’s almost like he needs to feel you too. Like he knows you’re safe when you’re stuck to him. His little wife. Only he knows this side of you. The softened underside of your belly that you show no one. All hard edges and growls smoothened over. When you’re with him like this, it makes him realize that you’re family. That you’ve made a home in him. That he wants it to keep growing, with just the two of you, and whatever else you make.

That your trust was hard earned, and he lives every day to be deserving of it. Knowing that he’ll always be the kind of man you need. Because he loves you, you’re the one, and no one else fits in his heart like you do. You make everything easy, and even when it’s hard, he’s still so filled with love for you. And it’s not the painful kind that your parents have hammered into you. It’s bittersweet and blossoming. Achingly beautiful and delicately loving. A tender love that protects. A fierce love that guards and releases. You’ve never known that kind of love. Not until Baji pulled you into his arms and gave you his heart.

It’s never been safe to be kind. It’s never been safe to be tender. To let them know what you’re feeling. To let them know this softer side of you. It’s never been safe.

So you became a fighter. You became strong and ferocious. A leader in part. Confident in some. Aggressive, protective, you are the one who guards, who keeps others safe. But with him, it feels so nice to sleep.

To weaken. To soften. To trust. With closed eyes and open heart. That he will take care of you. All of the parts of you. And you can connect, deeply, to the side of you that no one knows. That in safety and security, you can make a home with him. And know that he will defend it and never neglect it. Because it’s his home too. It’s his Everthing. And it means as much to him as it does to you.

[haihaihaitani]

Vampire Boyfriend ~ *Keisuke Baji*

Summary: You swear on your life Baji is a vampire. He doesn’t get it.

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 403

Warning: Baji is alive (he will never be dead to me), mentions blood, suggestive ending (nothing too bad, just making out)

Masterlist

A/N: As someone who doesn’t like vampires, I sure do write about them a lot.

Taglist: @soulangel​

“You know, you kind of look like a vampire.”

Keisuke looked at you like you were crazy. “What are you talking about?”

“For starters, you have a lot of blood lust for an average human, your hair is very vampire-like, and your eyes almost glow red when you fight.” You counted off. “Hence, you are a vampire.”

“Okay, how can hair be considered vampire-like? It’s just long, that’s all.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a vampire.”

You shook your head. “Sounds exactly like something a vampire would say.”

Keisuke threw one of his pillows at you. “It does not!”

A laugh escaped you. “I’m sorry, but you are now and forever will be a vampire to me.”

“You watch too many cheesy vampire romance movies.” He muttered.

It didn’t take a genius to know he was pouting right now. That just made you laugh harder before kissing the top of his head. “Aw, don’t be sad! There’s nothing wrong with being a vampire!”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“Well, vampires are very fast and very strong and…” You leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “…they’re very, very, very sexy.”

Keisuke practically shivered at your words. “O-oh?”

“Yeah. They’re all ripped and mysterious, which is insanely attractive.” You almost swooned at the very thought. “Seriously, vampires are the hottest things known to man, and you look exactly like one! So I have my very own sexy vampire boyfriend.”

He shook his head as your fingers lightly traced his jaw. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

You shrugged. “Maybe I am, but there is one way we can test if you’re a vampire or not.”

Keisuke looked scared but still asked nonetheless. “What’s that?”

“You could always bite me on the neck.”

Instantly he was on his feet and shaking his head frantically. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Let’s not do that! My mom would kill me if she caught me making out with someone in my room! I will not be tempted by your seduction!”

It was your turn to pout now, as you mumbled, “You’re no fun.”

He gave a small whine. “I don’t exactly trust you right now.”

Your pout turned into a sinister grin. “You don’t have to trust me. Just kiss me, that’s all.”

“Okay…umph!” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled your boyfriend into a searing kiss.

Keisuke may not bite, but you certainly did.

[dr4kenlvr]

"you don't have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away" + baji, if you'd be so kind? i need some good ol hurt/comfort for my heart <3 (I just found your blog and your fics are uugdhfhhfhfjsdjsk so good ohmgod)

prompt: “you don’t have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away.” + baji keisuke

nana’s note: thank you sososososo much! you are so kind, please enjoy also srry this took so long pls forgive me loveu + this post contains slight spoilers to valhalla arc !

baji felt his eyes begin to sting—god, he couldn’t believe he was going to fucking lose it in front of you. he can feel you next to him, sitting down on his couch. your hands reach out for his, but baji finds himself frozen in fear. his mind’s been working against him recently—vivid thoughts of the downfall of his friends and toman invading him like a thick, deadly smoke. his jaw clenches at the thought of kisaki tetta, that fucker.

suddenly, the warmth of your palm is felt against baji’s cheek, and he finally turns to look at you. you look worried; your eyes are blown wide in concern, your bottom lip is caught under your teeth as you chewed on it slightly. but you’re so close, baji can feel himself heating up under your gaze. 

“keisuke?” you voice out quietly, troubled as to how he hasn’t uttered a single word yet. “are you okay?”

baji realizes he’s been silent, so he nod—hesitantly. he can tell immediately that that wasn’t enough to convince you, if the sudden look of determination in your eyes couldn’t reason that well enough. you sigh, knowing that he’s becoming increasingly stressed these days, although he wouldn’t tell you why. always claimed it was “for your safety.”

you shift closer to him, holding him tighter against you. “keisuke, you don’t have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away.” you peer up to him, holding his face closer to your’s. “let me make you feel better.”

and baji confides in your words, he tells himself that with you, everything will be okay. so, leaning closer into your touch, baji nods. he nods confidently, because with you—his mind was at peace.

[goldengirliez]

TIPSY MIKEY. We all stan a cute, tipsy Mikey.

09:53 pm

Nighttime is the most amazing part of the day. You can give yourself the attention you deserve, taking care of yourself, watching your favourite show, preparing a nourishing meal... All of this after the frenzy of the day, the heat of the city, the infinite traffic jams, and the overwhelmingness of your daily job.

Once you get your favourite shirt covering you up, you can't help but sigh contently, letting the perfume of the clothing fill your nostrils, the softness of the cotton fabric gently caressing your skin and the white colour of the tissue soothes your tired eyes.

His shirts are always your anchor after a long day when you haven't been able to meet. After a whole week you and your boyfriend, Mikey, haven't been able to meet because of his busy schedule due to an upcoming race and you being buried deep down the pit of work and hectic everyday life.

Just when you're about to get into the covers and call it a day, some motherfucker dares to ring the bell of your apartment, knocking at your door mercilessly. It's almost 10 pm, who could it possibly be?!

Stomping your feet towards the door of your apartment, you rub your eyes in a pissed manner, the lotion you put on your face earlier slightly oiling the tip of your fingers. When you open the door with a frustrated sigh, your eyes go from annoyed to surprised in less than two seconds. You surely didn't expect to find Draken, Mikey's best friend since the old days and a member of his racing team, looking at you apologetically while holding your boyfriend on his back, piggyback style.

You don't question him, despite wanting to do so, and let the beefy man in. He drops Mikey on your couch and he yelps, whining a slurred and slightly annoyed "Ken-chinnnnn".

You and Draken share a look that says it all: he was drunk, dead-drunk, cockeyed.

"A week is left before the big day, everyone wanted to meet up before having to go all in until the race day" Drake sighs and scratches the back of his head.

You have never seen him so shy, he must be quite tipsy too but you decide not to point that out, showing mercy for his virility.

"I'm sorry about this- he kept on blabbering about how much he missed you so I thought this was the best thing to do".

Of course, it is. Mikey's addicted to you. He loves you so much and every time he can't meet you even for a short period, not being able to hold you close and pepper your face in kisses, he loses it and does stupid things like... Getting drunk with his friends.

You can feel a sudden weight on your shoulder, strong arms wrapping around your waist like a snake and a stinging smell of mixed alcohol make its way through your senses.

Mikey's cheek is squished against your shoulder and he looks at you with big, doe onyx orbs and sweet, plump pouty lips.

His obsidian hair is a bit messy, and his cheek is slightly rosy due to his tipsiness.

You could devour him. He looks so adorable.

"Babyyy, is this really you? Fuck– I've missed you so much" winey voice and teary eyes. He always acts like a child whenever he's drunk and that never fails to put your heart in danger because of cuteness overload.

"You did great Draken, I'll take care of him, thank you for bringing him here" you smile at your boyfriend's best mate and motion him to go before Mikey throws off a tantrum on how much he had missed you and how you should have answered to his messages more often.

Just when he gets out you sigh and look at your boyfriend who's snuggling against you (probably because he's not even capable of standing still by himself), caressing your warm skin with the tip of his nose.

“Why haven't you answered any of my calls today, baby?”

It is surprising how his voice rings in your years, shaking your very core: his slurred and childish words from before have been completely replaced by a deep, low and shy whisper. He sounds pained.

You can feel the warmth of his muscles flex on your abdomen as he brings you closer to him until your back is touching his toned chest. His heart is thrumming against his ribcage, you can feel it.

“Can't focus on anything without hearing from you for so long… I get worried too, ya know?”

Your Manjiro has always been this way, whenever he got tipsy, he would always become more clingy, whinier and vulnerable.

Despite this, his charm is undeniable and you can't help but pend from his lips when his words flow effortlessly like the smoothest cream. Listening to him and absorbing his body heat is like indulging in the sweetest thing you might ever taste.

He doesn't do it on purpose, such antics become natural when he's with you: your magnecticity touches every cell of his body and makes it act on its own, getting on the right frequency just because you are there.

You're everything he needs and all he has always had.

You can't blame him for behaving like this, like the lovestruck man he is.

“I’m so sorry, ‘jiro, I've been busy… but I'll make it up to you, okay?”

His body weight leans more towards you as he mutters a slurred ‘you better'. Despite wanting to sound pissed, the smile on his face is clear as day even if his face is hidden in the curve on your neck. His satisfied tone betrays him: maybe wearing one of his shirts was a start to make up for the lost time already.

As your hand smoothes over his liquorice locks you can feel a damp, hot sensation on your neck: his hot breath reaches your skin as he kisses it in both relief and contentment, exciting your nostrils with a pungent hint of alcohol.

Once your hands make contact with his back in a fluid, circular motion, you can feel Mikey's muscles tense and melt in your hold in less than a few seconds: you prepared him a warm bath to help him ease up his paranoia about “you avoiding him” and wash off that nauseous smell of liquor that was making you sick.

The water ripples underneath his body, circular little waves expand and dissolve among the warm water whenever he moves.

Letting the fragrance of the oils and the body wash hug his senses, filling his thoughts with your gentle hand scratching his scalp deliciously with the tip of your fingers and your idyllic voice that echoes through the bathroom walls he feels at peace.

He breathes in deeply every time, his toned chest rises and falls at a slow pace and the droplets of water kiss every inch of the skin for you, sliding down his muscles deliciously.

With his eyes gently closed and his silky, obsidian hair sticking to his forehead slightly, he looks like a greek god, just for you to be blessed with.

You can't help but sigh happily as his consciousness clears up with every passing minute: he starts to make more coherent sentences, talking to you about his week and complaining about his team that put his life in such a hectic frenzy for the upcoming race that he hardly had time to check up on you.

“The only way I thought I could see you was by taking advantage of this dinner: I mean, no one wants to deal with a drunk, complaining pain the ass before the race, yeah? They had to let me come here, I'm a genius!”

You love him for that.

The soft thuds that jog up the stairs are unmistakable: as Mikey reaches your room and opens the door, you are already waiting for him in the bed, keeping the sheets warm for him, and making a comforting nest for his arrival.

He insisted that you wait for him upstairs as he brushed his teeth and dressed up, claiming that he wasn't that tipsy to be looked out for like the big baby he is.

Let's give him credit for that, he was right.

His face seems to be sparking under the warm light of your abatjour, the freshness of his body reaches your nose more and more as he walks closer to the bed, inching towards your face so you can breathe in and taste the minty scent of his mouth onto yours with a sloppy kiss.

When your hand guides its way on his collarbone, tickling his damp skin with your palm, he wastes no time hovering over your frame completely and crushing his weight on top of you, making the soft mattress sink lower underneath your bodies.

Even if Mikey has always had a quite smaller frame compared to other guys, he never fails to knock the breath off your lungs when he catches you by surprise. He might have a thing for that small puff of air that leaves your chest unexpectedly, making you yelp in such a delightful tone… but he would never admit that out loud. Where would the fun be otherwise?

Snuggling against your body, you can feel the tip of his nose playfully rub against your cheek as he kisses your jaw with a small movement of his mouth, the softest flower petals caressing your tender skin graciously.

Useless to say that you'll sleep in that position for the whole night and you have no room to argue, not when your man starts to mindlessly mumble sweet nonsense under his breath and ask questions about your week until late that night.

Mikey's head is still a bit fuzzy, his senses don't connect down on earth fully due to the fragmentary memories of the embarrassing, confused events that happened that night tormenting his subconscious, but he doesn't care: as long as your voice lulls him to sleep, all his repressed pre-race anxieties melt away; every fear of having missed out on a big event of your life that week dissolves into thin air; every inch of the emptiness that your absence brought fills up gradually, leaving him giddy inside.

He doesn't deny it, Manjiro admits that he can be whiney, childish and reckless (idiotic actually): getting drunk and causing a scene at the restaurant, screaming at the waiter because he didn't receive a flag on his entrecôte and spilling the carafe of wine on the white table cloth in front of the team before falling from the chair wasn’t the best idea to get him to your house, especially since he's an emergent public figure in the motorcycle racing industry.

But, honestly, that's all worth it if he gets to spend time with you once again, babying him the way he deserves.

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

This has been in my drafts for way too long, so I decided to finish it– I'm not that proud of the outcome but I hope it brought a smile on your face regardless!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

©GOLDENGIRLIEZ do not repost or modify on any platform.

[rinsoap]

baji keisuke and jealousy!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : hyperbolic possessiveness. not to spoil it, but he says he'll kill somebody lol u know how he is lollll but if u don't wanna read that, pls skip this!

note : i'll get back to scheduled haikyuu programming soon i just love baji bad!!!

"who is that?" baji keisuke asks, referring to the instagram notification at the top of your screen. your boyfriend is propped against the headboard of his bed, you sat between his legs, his knees bent, with the back of your head to his chest. he liked watching you go on your phone, kissing your temples while one of his arms rests on your stomach, fingers tapping to the beat of the song stuck in his head. "oh, i don't know, just some guy i guess" you shrug slightly, because it truly was just some guy. you had tons of people in your dms it's not like you knew all their names. "well he's textin' my girl way too much" he reaches around your arm to click on the notification. the dude had replied five times to one story you had posted of your face, talking about how gorgeous you were and how he wanted you bad. mf even replied with #needthat 😭 you couldn't see your boyfriend's face, but you could tell he was getting angrier by every message, holding you tighter and scoffing. you turn your head slightly, looking up at him to see an incredulous smile on his face, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. lord he looked good when he was mad. "bajiii c'mon it's fine, i'll just block him" you say calmly as you turn around to face him, sitting on your knees with your arms out to his face, thumb stroking his cheek. "get him to drop his fucking address n i'll beat him up" he shakes his head. he knows you're pretty. how could he not? but he hated how bold some dudes could be about how bad they wanted you. didn't they know you were taken?

the truth is a lot of them didn't. baji likes his privacy, so you don't really post him a lot, despite having so many pictures of the two of you together. if you did post his face, he'd probably tell you to take it down anyways. "come here pretty girl," he says with a small pout on his lips. you climb onto his lap eagerly, straddling him as he wraps his arms around you. "you're all mine," he whispers into your ear, "never forget that" you nod in agreement and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "could never forget, baji," you say, lips still brushing against his, "you're my number one guy promise" you smile sweetly before taking out your phone.

"better not be texting him back" he tsks with a raised eyebrow, jaw clenching. you giggle and open your phone, swiping into instagram's camera. when he realized what you were doing, he dropped his head to rest it on your shoulder with a loud groan. he always gets so shy on camera. "babeee you don't have to hide, i'll cover your face," you tease while your fingers rake through his black hair, "never underestimate my photography skills" a smile you can't see tugs at his lips, and he sighs as he lifts his head. "one picture" he demands and assumes his frequent position embracing you tightly with his arms and you locate one of yours on his shoulder, hand coming up to continue playing with his hair. you hum and extend your free arm out to the side, phone in hand, the angle focusing on your face. the lighting was dark, only lit with a lamp on his bedside table, but his hold on you was clear, same with your place on his lap. he kisses your cheek, muttering something about taking the fucking picture and you oblige. his face is mostly hidden besides part of his jaw and his ear, but his distinct hair gave him away.

you grin proudly at the photo, quickly picking a song to post over it. you turn your phone to show your boyfriend the story which causes him to blush. you looked so good. and you were all his . he gives you a long kiss, and then presses one on your temple like he always does. he lingers by your cheek before mumbling something in your ear that makes your face hot. "i promise i'll kill anyone who tries anything with you, my love"

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song you posted him to, the same one stuck in his head: DHL by frank ocean