#baji x black!reader

[magxnoria]

Starring Keisuke Baji In ✰ Grades Up

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary✰ You Give Keisuke Motivation To Get His Grades Up! Got Him Studying Hard!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

“Kei, You can fuck me any way you want if you get your Grades up Baby” You slyly said while Keisuke studied the air instead of his books, His Head whipping around to you as his eyes got lost in thought. “Anyway, I Want?” Keisuke asked while your fingers toyed with his hair 

“Mhmmm. You can have me anyway you want me. In any position but you got to get those grades up Kei” You whispered in his left ear before gently biting his lobe making him groan. “Fuck. Baby hope you're ready to get fucked into a whining mess.” Keisuke Grunted before focusing his attention back to his books 

Little Did you Know Keisuke would study his ass off to get his grades up to fuck you down right, The thought of your pussy taking his dick was his motivation and it fueled him to power through. Fuck how he relished the way you smiled at him when he showed you his perfect test scores as you peeled off your panties 

Now Here you lay on your back as Keisuke licked his fingers clean of your juices after eating and fingering your pussy. “Can't let you have all the fun,  Now get ready for me to fuck ya” Keisuke grunted before pinching the softness of your thighs

“Get On Your Hands and Knees Baby” Keisuke commanded you as you did what you were told, Your Glistening pussy up on display for him as he stroked his dick at the sight “Fuck. So Hot” Keisuke Groaned while throwing his head back

“Get Ready cause here I come” Keisuke grunted out while easing himself into your cunt making you arch for him, “Soft and Warm for me, fucking love it” Keisuke groaned as your pussy swallowed his inches 

His Hips slowed rolling as he took in the way you felt around him before he began to give you long and hard strokes, Your legs shaking every time he pushed himself deep into you making you whine out, “Fuck. Kei so deep” You whimpered as he gripped your hips 

“Not Deep Enough. Gonna fuck you so deep the only thing Youll be able to think about is my dick and the way I made you feel tonight” Keisuke Grunted out before steadying himself to fuck you at a deeper angle

The Tip Of his dick hitting your G-Spot so well that he was making your arms weak, “ Awww. My baby wants to lie down huh? Arms Ready to Give Up hmmm?? You can lay down if you need to but you Better Maintain this Arch for me” Keisuke Ordered out while you laid down against the mattress giving your arms a rest

Keisuke Fucked into you ruthlessly, your titties bouncing with every thrust as Keisuke fucked you at the right rhythm that your pussy was already throbbing around his length, “You're ready to cum for me?? Ready to milk my dick? Your pussy Love the way I'm fucking it huh??” Keisuke teased while he worked your pussy right 

You could feel the knot in you getting tighter, the rope ready to break as Keisuke's dick kept bullying your walls as you became dumb on his dick, “ You better keep that arch, 'cause if you don't? I'm pulling out of you, Have that pretty pussy clenching around nothing but air.” Keisuke teased before rolling his hips making you bite back your moans

“I mean this was your idea after all, Had me Busting My ass on studying but it seems like you needed to be fucked right like this. Like you were plotting to have your pussy split open on my dick. Tell me you want me to fuck you like this every night.” Keisuke commanded as you swallowed back a moan while he leaned his weight down on you

“Need to be fucked by you every night Keisuke. Your dick was made for me, my pussy loves being stretched by you” you moaned out as Keisuke clicked his tongue, “ So Good for me Babe. Now let me fuck the rest of the senses out of you” Keisuke Groaned while snapping his hips into yours making your eyes roll

You couldn't keep your body from shaking as Keisuke's dick bullied your tender walls. “Keisuke. Fuck. I'm cumming” You moaned while bliss washed over your body as your orgasm fell over you, Your Body Jolting Against The Mattress while Keisuke fucked you through your orgasm

“Shit. You feel so good around my dick but Guess what?? My dick still hard. Gonna fuck you all night. Hope your legs aren't tired cause I want you to ride it” Keisuke grunted while you whined out his name 

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Please Don’t Steal My Shit

[definitelyisd1ce]

“It’s always been you.”

K. Baji — Tokyo Revengers.

Synopsis : Being somewhat affiliated with gang because you like one of its members; leaves you feeling strung along. Although, if it all fells, it’ll end well. Right?

Content Warnings!

contains the following ; unestablished relationship(s) , light angst to fluff and comfort, sweet nothings and sweet sorrows! ——— very much SFW!

As always, A/N! : My content is for those who wish to read it, though it is heavily recommended that you are 18+. I have no control over what you read, nor is it my business. Read at your own discretion. I’m not holding your hand.

WC; 2.3K !

Viewer Discretion Advised. <3

7:32pm.

The sun had cast a bright orange-yellow through the sheer white curtains of your bay windows, praising its rays on you as you decided it was time to crash in for the night. It was Friday, so there was nowhere to go. All your homework and upcoming assignments had been done, so you were basically just… here.

You settle in your bed with a book, letting the sun set in on you, and watching you read the book (it's more like reading the words and not retaining the information).

You needed help figuring out why you weren't interested in the book. It fits your taste; it was on your "To read!' list, so what was the problem? Unbeknownst to you, the deep-rooted desire to text your situationship was brewing, and it annoyed you.

You tossed the book to your side and picked up your phone, looking at the time and date on the home screen, though there was no notification from the guy you were looking for.

Keisuke.

You didn't like to accept the fact that he ghosted you every now and again, mainly because he always dragged his sorry ass to see you before anything was said and done. You still couldn't hold that over his head because he had a gang, family, mom, and school to cater to.

He wasn't your boyfriend, and you weren't his girlfriend; at least, that's what it comes out to be after you do the mental gymnastics.

You laid your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling, the ridges in it doing imaginary dances to entertain your brain and distract you from the impending silence. Eventually, your eyes grew shrouded, and you fell asleep.

--

2:43am.

The light taps of rocks hitting your window roused you awake and caused you to sit up and glance at your phone.

The time read 2:43, and the day was a new day. The only thing different was a couple of missed notifications: various calls and text messages, Instagram, TikTok, etc. But the one that stuck out to you was from your ravenette.

3 new messages and 2 missed calls from 'Baji <3."

It was weird; you didn't even know you had fallen asleep, exhausted and missing everything lively before the world went quiet.

You were pulled out of your stirring thoughts by another pebble thrown at your window, forcing you to pull yourself out of your bed and head to the window. You pulled the curtain back a little, only giving you a view of the ground below it without being seen, and there he was.

Baji, standing in his toman uniform and leaning against his motorcycle, tossed another pebble in his hand, almost nearing to look like he was about to throw it before he glanced at you and put his hand down.

You drew the curtain back and made a questioning face at him, which only caused him to throw his hand up, insinuating for you to open the window.

You grabbed the crank of the middle bay window, the biggest of the three, and turned it until it was open enough to talk with him.

"What are you doing here?!" You whispered-yelled to the boy below you, who only displayed a shit-faced smirk as he saw you.

You were wearing a fitting tank top, nylon shorts, and a bright pink bonnet—a scene that was way too familiar for Baji. It brought him clarity as he saw that, for the first time in a couple of days, you were facing bright even though your expression was dark as you looked at him quizzically.

"I just wanted to see you. I thought you were with Hina or Emma for a while. You really are a heavy sleeper," he answered, kicking the gravel as he chuckled out his response. His hair was in his all-knowing fighting-style ponytail, blood that may or may not be his, and a snark attitude just for you at this unearthing hour.

You rubbed your eyes and fetched your glasses to get a better look at him. Once you returned, you leaned on your window sill and spoke.

"Yeah, well.. when you have basically nothing to look forward to, what's the point of sleeping light?" you asked, head propped up in your palm.

Baji stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at you with a slight tilt to his head, a light pout to his lips. He looked around, trying to find an answer to lighten the mood.

The streets were empty, with the occasional car passing through. People were either on their way or coming back home from work. Bright orange streetlights shadowed the midnight sky, giving Baji a talking point.

"You normally never miss my calls; if you do, you call me straight back. What up with you, babydoll?" he asked honestly, wanting to understand the scarcity of your two moments.

This sent a countdown in your brain, counting the seconds you were about to have a meltdown or self-implode. What's up with you? More like, what the hell is up with him? Who just randomly ghosts people you claim to be infatuated with? But you digressed.

"What's up with me? Nothing is up with me, Keisuke. It's you. I should be asking that question, considering you act like you don't know what phone or a response is." You answered in a quiet yet tired tone, still putting heavy emphasis on his name.

Being woken up from her sleep was warranted, though her calling him by his name caught him off guard.

You could see the look on his face after you called him his name and not his last name or a pet name, slight appalment, and the look of being taken aback. He couldn't lie; it hurt a little, but his pride was too big to show it.

"First name basis, huh…" he muttered back before standing back up straight and opening his mouth to speak again. "I understand. But can you put off being mad at me for a tad bit longer? We can talk it out, yeah?" he asked, feather-light pleading and a somewhat sincere smile on his face.

"And what makes you think I want to do that?" you asked back, deadpan and with a smirk of sarcasm.

Baji looked back at his motorcycle and then back up at you, clicking his teeth as he insinuated a joyride on it.

“Uhn uhn.. uhn uhnnnnn Baji, no. It's too late, and my mom would kill me if she found out I left to go on a joyride. Especially with you." You gritted through your retainer-ridden teeth.

His bike, Ol' Alessia, was almost as old as Baji. You looked at his bike just about two or three feet from behind him, the memories of your shared laughs, your tears, his sweat and blood, and long conversations flooding your senses.

"Come on, I won't keep you out long—just long enough to fill in the missing time." He begged, a slight smirk on his face, his mischief fang, as you like to call it, on display.

After some thought, you caved and rolled your eyes, strolling to your already shut bedroom door and locking it. A slight prayer to hope for an easy in and out slipped past your lips as you put on your robe and house slippers and came back to the window.

"20 minutes?"

"20 minutes."

You sighed once more and climbed out the window, using the tree next to it as your way down. Once you got on your feet, you avoided Baji and went straight to his bike, putting on the helmet he kept for you.

He got on the bike, pulled it out of its idle stance, and revved it to warm it up. You got on right behind him, your body immediately going to backpack him as he pushed off and started to ride down the street.

The light breeze brought a sense of security that you haven't felt since you've last been with Keisuke. You used to reflect on your non-situation-relationship with him in times like these. Sometimes, he'd be with and around you like a lovesick puppy; others, he'd go with so much without a slight acknowledgment toward you.

You laid your cheek on his back as he made precise turns in your neighborhood, fighting the urge to break the stiff silence between you both. He found you being deep in thought cute, but since it was he who was on your mind, he had stirred the conclusion that it was probably a bad thing.

"I'll give ya a penny for that thought.." he spoke up a while after a mindless 7-8 minutes.

"You can keep your penny. I'm just thinkin'," you responded, perching your chin on his shoulder.

"About?"

"You, me, something I'd normally call us," you mumbled, paying attention to orange-hued streetlights. "It doesn't really feel like it's been that recently, y'know?" you urged.

Rueful silence racked through the air as your question surfaced, and Baji's hand was forced to speed the bike up a little.

"Yeah.. but you know I have good reasons, right?" he wondered, also wanting to see where you stood in understanding.

"No, Kei, I don't." you started, leaning up to sit up straight, "I don't know that you do because you don't communicate that."

He hung his head a little, sucking in his bottom lip. He knew he wasn't (and still isn't) the best at communicating. He wholeheartedly felt awful after Mitsuya and Chifuyu dogged him about it.

He guessed being together and not committed drew a fine line between his girl and his gang. He was together with you, but committed to his gang; thus causing a painful realization. After that brief realization, he got slightly startled out by feeling your hand creep up to his and guide Alessia back onto the road.

"Yeah, I guess I do owe you a lot more than I give you, huh?" he asked, feeling the hell-ridden embarrassment creep up his neck and rest on his cheeks.

"Yeah. I'd like to think so. I mean, for god's sake, Kei. I know we aren't in a relationship, but you can at least have some decency and acknowledge that you treat me more than just somebody. You and I have both admitted that." She ranted, pausing occasionally to push down the urge to cry.

"I don't ask for so much as a 'why, what are you doing, run this by me'… just something. Don't even let me get started because it makes me feel like I'm talking in circles, then I'm wasting my brea-"

"Hey! Hey! It's alright. I hear you." He cut you off, looking over his shoulder at you.

You bit your bottom lip, sniffling a little as you finally caught wind of your word vomit. You shook your head, not knowing what more to say. The silence was filling the space you two as he turned back onto your street, the light cruise bringing you back to a level head.

"Look, it's always and has been about you. I just need to work some things out before I can officially say I'm all yours, yeah?" he murmured, pulling up back under your window.

As much as you wanted to scream and hit him and tell him it was not fair, you understood he wanted to go through the troubles to get rid of them before being with you. And for that, you had to commend him.

"Okay, Baji. I guess I can't argue with that." You answered, taking off your helmet and getting off the bike.

It had been exactly 17 minutes since you left, and you still had 3 minutes to return to your window. Baji had gotten off his bike and came for a hug, wrapping his arms around your neck and bending down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm sorry, ma. I am immensely sorry for not making you feel like a priority, not holding myself up to a higher standard, and leaving you in the mud. It's not so manly and Toman code of me." He spoke, etching his apology into your forehead.

You grinned a little at his formality and apology, hugging him back. You pulled back, looking at his pale brown hue, smooshing his cheeks in your hand.

"I understand. I'll forgive you when I see you change and hold yourself up to what you say. But as for now, come on. I'm not letting you drive back home this late," you confided, motioning for him to help you into the window.

He nodded, boosting you into the open pane, allowing you to climb in and make sure everything was in order. Baji turned off his motorcycle and climbed into your window himself. He looked around, feeling the sense of familiarity creep up on him.

"Hey, while you stand there, close the window." You whispered,-demanded, already back into your tanktop and shorts.

He playfully rolled his eyes as he shut your room off from the outside world, removed his uniform, changed into basketball shorts and socks, and prepared to climb into bed with you.

He followed suit, climbing back into your plush sheets, big-spooning you to give you a tinge of protectiveness. You curled up into his caged arms; his faint cologne that wafted on his wrists seeped into your nose and started to lull you into brief, deep sleep. At least not before you got your final words out for the night.

"Kei?"

He grunted politely.

"Just promise me you won't keep me waiting."

"I won't keep you waiting, n/n. I promise. I want nothing but you. I want your past, your present, and your future." He answered, holding you tight and secure.

You smiled, keeping his promise close to you as he kissed the crown of your head.

And with that, you fell asleep.

silly little a/n!🤭: hey guys! second fic, how we feeling about it? Keisuke Baji is my man so there DEFINITELY will be a lot of fics about him as i write more. Feel free to drop suggestions. i’m open to just about any fandom i’m familiar with. as always, im open feedback and critiques! (though do be nice.). and as per usual; divider by @benkeibear:). reposts are highly appreciated ;).

[ruubric]

~bite me~

Baji x fem!reader

╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵 じしˍ,)ノ in which Keisuke Baji has always been self-conscious about his teeth.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of violence, Twilight references, slightly suggestive

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For as long as you can remember, Baji has been self conscious of his teeth. His sharp canines that flash when he smiles, and cutely poke out of his mouth once in a while. He hates them. You, on the other hand, are in love with them, and not just because they're attached to your long term crush.

"What are you, a dog?" Some of the other kids in the yard used to jeer at him. "C'mere, little Baji, c'mere!" They'd coo at him before bursting into snarky laughter.

You'd drag him away, after he got a few punches in. Gotta teach those assholes a lesson, huh?

You remembered he cried once, though he'd rather die than admit it, when Mikey teased him about his teeth after a particularly awful fight.

Baji had growled and Mikey, being his best friend, knew exactly where how to hurt him. "What, you gonna bite me, you dog?"

You remember wiping the tears off of his cheeks with your sweater. As he quietly murmured, "dogs aren't even cool. If he'd called me cat, I wouldn't have hit him so hard."

Now, several years later, and he's still self conscious but he's gotten better at hiding it. I mean, no one will be able to see how much it truly got to him if their eyes were punched enough to swell closed, right?

"Y'know, you really gotta stop beating people for making fun of you, my parents already don't like you--" you say to him after another brawl as you bandage up his scaped knuckles.

"Is it because I keep using up your bandages?" He smirks, with a cocky tilt of his head.

You roll our eyes, not giving him the triumph of seeing how his eyes on you flusters you to your very core. "Maybe." Then you sigh, "you really shouldn't let those comments get to you. Your teeth are sexy, like a vampire--"

"Vampires are blood sucking parasites," he deadpans.

You grin at him, "hey, now. Don't act like you didn't have a vampire obsession, *Edward*."

His eyes widen, and pink dusts across his cheeks, "you swore you wouldn't mention that anymore!"

You can't help it; giggling, you stand between his legs that hang off the counter in your bathroom and hug him. "Your teeth are amazing, Keisuke. You have no idea how much I want you to turn me into a vampire."

At that, the heat radiating off Baji's face nearly melts your own. "I-- You, what?"

Your stomach swoops, you love flustering him like this, so you smirk up at him, "I want you to mark me, Kei. Leave a bite mark right on my neck."

His adam's apple bobs nervously as his shaky eyes follow the line of your jaw, to the delicious swoop of your neck. Wow, a bruise right on your skin would be so pretty.

"What d'ya say, Keisuke Baji?" You practically nuzzle his nose, "wanna bite me?"

[rr311]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Turning Them On﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖩𝖨𝖱𝖮 𝖲. 𝖪𝖤𝖭 𝖱. 𝖪𝖤𝖨𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖡. 𝖪𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖠 𝖧. 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖴𝖸𝖴 𝖬.

cw/tw. smut, dirty talking, cussing, man handling, teasing, choking, breeding kink, hair pulling, timeskip, black!reader

an. characters are aged up duh. I also know Baji is dead as fuck— #ripbaji 🙁, but i’m still gonna be write him because why not! I also went a little overboard with Kazutora and Chifuyu..😻

𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖩𝖨𝖱𝖮 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖮

☆ Getting mad at him

It was a turn on for him whenever you would get mad at him. The way your face would scrunch in anger, your voice going high pitched, pacing around the room throwing your hands in the air..most honest truth is…

He indeeds has a turn on whenever you get angry with him.

He sat in his chair blankly staring at you as you paced around the room, hands pulling your hair in anger trying to calm yourself down. Mikey wanted to grin and make comments like he always did but this time he just let it play out, it got to this point because he had came home at 5 am in the morning with blood and bruises all over him being met with you sitting in the single chair, arms crossed with a glare on your face.

Which led to you scolding him letting the anger and worries burst out. You stopped pacing around to see him zoning out making your eye slightly twitch getting even more mad, “Are you even listening to me?!” Questioning him, Mikey didn’t respond, only kept staring at you, scoffing you tore your eyes away from his, “This is what i’m talking about! You never listen to what anyone say’s! Manjiro why d-“ “Cmere.” He interrupted, you raised a brow bringing your eyes back to his, “What?! No-“ Before you could even refuse he beat you to it, “Come here.” Said once again, by the look in his eyes he looked tempted of doing something. You huffed giving into his orders, walking towards him standing infront of him as he turned his chair looking up at you.

The way your hard stare was on him and nose slightly twitching reminded him how your face got when he would make you cum. Your nose scrunching up and twitching from your release and that stare..that sane half lidded stare turned him on. He felt his dick get hard by the thought of you using him to get off that anger you had. Sighing to yourself switching legs every now and then you continue to throw glares at him, “If you think you can get awa- Hey! What are doin-.” Couldn’t finish your sentence when you felt him grab your hips pulling you on top of his lap feeling his boner under you, In that moment you felt that heat of pleasure run up your spine feeling his hard press against your pussy. You gasped feeling his hips buck up, head in the crook of your neck leaving small kisses on your soft skin, you almost forgot you were mad at him before you came back to reality, “Don’t you even think about it..i’m still mad at you.” You stated, Mikey gripped your hips pushing you down on his dick hearing a small moan leaving your lips, grinning against your neck.

He sucked a few more spots before pulling away capturing your lips into his, instantly shoving his tongue in. You gripped onto his shoulder kissing him back fighting for dominance, but he of course won that fight smiling into the kiss feeling you give up. The hands on your hips slowly moved down towards your ass moving you back and fourth against his hard earning moans being left from your throat. The minute you started losing air, you lifted your hands up to tangle into his black locks harshly tugging him. He groaned pulling away looking into your eyes with a teasing pout, “M’Sorry baby, i didn’t know i was gonna be out that late.” He apologized kissing your exposed shoulder blade earning a huff from you, he kissed from your shoulder up to your neck stopping to your ear sending a shiver down you spine.

“You’re still angry, I know but I can't help but think about the faces and stares you throw at me..the same ones you make when I shoot my cum into you.” He whispered pecking your ear lobe, you felt yourself clench and unclench at the dirty words that came out his mouth keeping quiet afraid you might slip. He grinned at the silence he received from you continuing to kiss your body, stopping at your other ear. “Trying to stay mad but know she won’t last long,” It was true, you were trying to focus on the main point here but he was making this difficult for you, feeling an embarrassment feel you up you scowled looking away only to get a harsh grip on your neck forcing you to turn your attention back on him. “Don’t look away from me.” He mumbled, you groaned, feeling your body heat up more and more, “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t such a dick..” Manjiro smiled hearing that slight whimper come from your tone, “Hmm..what about this then. If you admit right now how much you wanna be fucked and give in..”

“I’ll let you use me however you please, sound like a plan?”

𝖪𝖤𝖭 𝖱𝖸𝖴𝖦𝖴𝖩𝖨

Teasing him.

Heavy teasing would get him hard. Extremely hard to the point he has to lie his way out into using the bathroom making sure Inui is busy with something or someone before taking his hard out and stroking it imagining your face in his mind with your half lidded eyes, braids all over the bed and you screaming his name as he pounded into you. On his days while he worked you had decided to show up to his shop to “keep” him company but really you only went to get under his skin. Every chance you got you teased him, sitting on top of the desk spreading your legs apart ghosting your hand over your crotch area maintaining eye contact with him but instantly closing it when Inui walks in or when you see him staring for too long, tugging his braid on “accident”, bumping your ass against his crotch when walking past him, moaning and whimpering his name in his ear—

Draken was never the one to be teased but when he was..it wasn’t fun. He hated how hard it would be throughout the day having nothing but horny thoughts cloud his mind thinking of many ways to punish you in many various positions and trying to hide his obvious boner. Sometimes Inui had to make sure he’s okay to continue working without breaking something in their shop by how pissed off he was from being horny. When he tried to get pussy multiple nights you would shut him down instantly! Some excuses were:

“I’m tired”

“Not tonight i gotta finish this essay”

“Maybe some other time.”

“I'm on my period, we can’t.”

“I'm going out tonight.”

The list goes on and on the more he thinks about it the more mad he gets. The more upset he got the more excited you got, you wanted to test his limit to see how far you could push him— actually you’re only doing this because you wanna see how far Draken can go. He was soft and gentle with you, even during sex, he was a tall and big guy that he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. But sometimes you really wished he would go rough on you make you cry in pleasure as he fucked you hard and deep, wanting him to manhandle you, use his muscles to make you submit to him..so that’s how this plan even became a plan!…but unfortunately.

It backfired.

Your legs were bent, shaking every now and then, your braids all over the bed sheets, tears running down your face as the pleasure was getting too much for you as you tried to take some of him out only to be denied with his hand gripping your throat, having a choked out moan leave your mouth, he grinned feeling your hands grip his arm from the harsh impact. “Nah, don’t run from it now.” He grunted continuing to thrust into you whilst moans and whimpers were being heard from you, “Kenny..s’too much..” Draken scoffed at the comment, “Yeah? Should’ve thought about that before teasing me for two damn weeks. If it’s too much i could pull out right now and have you fuck yourself since you can’t handle dick, is that what you want?”

He questioned slowly starting to pull out panicking as you felt his inches get smaller and smaller instantly shaking your head grabbing onto him with shaky hands. “N-No! I want you inside..please” Without hesitation he slammed back into you thrusting deeper and harder hearing your moans of pleasure feeling your nails dig into his back with a grin leaning down towards your ear with a harsh tone,

“Then take what i fucking give you.”

𝖪𝖤𝖨𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖩𝖨

When you pull his hair.

He didn’t really think much of it till it got to a point where it started to bother him. Whenever you play in his hair or make single braids when you’re bored you would sometimes tug on his black locks, at first it was only a playful matter but now? I don’t think it was very “playful” by the times that passed, Normally he would be the one to tug on your hair and not the other way around. Matter a fact he loves pulling your hair, especially whenever you two got into the moment, you on your knees with tears of pleasure running down your face, his hands in your braids gripping them as he bobbed your head up and down on his dick practically deep throating him as moans and praises where leaving his mouth. When you did tug his hair he got turned on..the harsh grip you had in his locks, the feeling of your nails in his scalp, the roughness you had—

The thoughts that were roaming in his head were making his dick hard for goodness sake. The thought of your nails in his hair gripping it and tugging it while he ate you out overstimulating you to the point you squirt your juices all over his face…damn now to think about it he might have a hair pulling kink. Keisuke was too busy thinking of many scenarios of fucking you, he wasn’t listening to a single thing you were saying to him. In responses he would either hum or nod his head having no idea what you were saying. He was so lost in his thoughts you had to pull his hair to gain his attention and listen— Only for you to choke on your spit hearing a low groan come from his throat.

Your hands were still in his hair pausing upon hearing that unholy sound leave him staring at him, while he stared at you with lust floating in his orbs. Silence took over looking at one another not saying a single word, almost in a quick flash you were laid on the kitchen table with your hips pinned down, hands gripping his hair with moans and pants leave you with his tongue doing its job. Your legs were perfectly bent as your hands were gripping his hair pushing him more down into your cunt feeling his tongue flick against it. He grinned, feeling your hands push him deeper into your pussy continuing to suck and lick at your sensitive spot, your head was cloudy thinking of nothing but the current moment that was happening, the pleasure was so good that you couldn’t even speak! Without realizing you slowly grinded your hips against his tongue getting more friction letting your eyes roll back sighing in pleasure, “Fuck Kei..” Keisuke groaned feeling your hands push his head into your pussy more.

He felt that familiar shake you got whenever you were about to cum, smirking he hummed. “Aww you bout to cum baby?” In response he got a moan from you and a nod, “U-Uh hmm.” You hummed, “M’Then do it pretty girl, cum on my tongue..I wanna taste you” You squealed as your legs began to uncontrollably shake feeling your orgasm reach its peak letting out a loud moan letting your hand and body go limp.

When he was finished he gave you one last lick before standing up hovering over your laid out body with a shit eating grin on his face seeing you panting trying to calm down from your high looking at him with half lidded eyes. “Y’know you look so pretty when you cum for me.” He teased, rolling your eyes you pushed his face away feeling flustered hearing him laugh.

“Shut up Keisuke..”

𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨𝖸𝖠 𝖪𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖠

Letting him fuck you

Hanemiya Kazutora was indeed a switch.

But more of a bottom you would say.

Some people see Kazutora as a top because of his up right attitude, his personality, the way he fights and acts..but in reality and behind closed doors he was a heavy bottom. Always got flustered whenever you praised him, blushes every time you would call him “my love”, Kazutora was head over heels for that pet name that sometimes he would ask you to call him that again with a small blush on face, following you like a lost puppy all the time—. Whenever your sweet voice would call out to him he can’t help but have his heart flutter at it. In your guys relationship people would always think Kazutora tops you anytime you guys are together in public, Draken always teasing of how Kazutora would make you flustered, Takemichi and Chifuyu making playful marks, Mikey saying some bullshit of how Kazutora fucks you good. But what they didn’t know was that you were the dominant one in the relationship.

In your words Kazutora was like an obedient pet that follows everything you say. You tell him to shut his whining he shuts up in an instant not wanting to piss you off, you tell him to not cum he try’s to hold in his cum, you tell him to ride your thigh he does it without question. He was really good at following your orders, that sometimes you’ll let him fuck you using you to get off. You letting him fuck you was a heavy turn on that sometimes he would have dirty dreams even dirty thoughts of fucking and making you cum. If he thinks too much of it he ends up getting hard and having to fuck himself in his hand, shooting heavy loads all over the bathroom floor and all over his hands moaning out your name with whimpers and whines being heard from him imagining it was was your tight pussy clenching around his dick.

Whines and pants were being heard throughout the room every time he thrusted, his face was in the crook of your neck, breathy moans escaping trying to build up his orgasm with your soft hands gripping his back. “You’re doing so well for me Tora.” You praised with a soft moan getting caught up in your throat, he gripped your wrists tighter feeling him twitch inside you hearing the praise. Grinding your hips with his movements you chuckled. “You like that huh? You like when I praise you for doing so good for me?.” Questioning, Kazutora nodded his head with a small whimper, “Yes.” He thrusted more deeper into you, speeding up his pace a little unexpectedly hitting your g spot making you jerk forward.

This caught you off guard by how hard he thrusted into you pushing all his inches in perfectly hitting your g spot feeling yourself weaken under him, head falling back and nose twitching. “You’re so fucking n-needy..” You groaned, clenching your hands into a fist not able to move them by the harsh grip he had on you. He bit his lip, feeling his eyes roll back, feeling you clench around him, “Keep going Tora..please, make me cum.” His eyes widened hearing you beg for him, normally you weren’t the type to beg for anything even during sex. He felt himself gain more confidence hearing you beg and moan for him, seeing you with your eyes closed with pants and moans escaping from your mouth he felt that familiar feeling in his stomach.

His dick was pushed deep inside you perfectly hitting your g spot over and over again it felt like you were about to burst, you squealed feeling that knot form in your stomach, “Fuck, i’m cumming Tora..” Going faster he groaned, feeling himself about to cum too, “M’me t-too.” He whimpered, your legs shook, feeling yourself cum on his dick and his cum filling you up, without knowing you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you, moving your pinned wrist out of his weakened grip reaching up to push his head down connecting his lips with yours.

You instantly slid your tongue in savoring his sweet taste leaning in more deepening the kiss. He gripped your hips feeling him pull out as he lifted you up to sit on his lap, your hands starting to roam his body dragging them up to be placed on his neck harshly gripping it pulling away from the kiss looking into his lustful sandy eyes. “You did so good baby.” You whispered as your thumb was placed on his swollen bottom lip seeing his smile, Kazutora always loved making you cum on his dick. It was like a confident boost for him whenever he gets to fuck and shoot his cum into you, secretly in his head he had scenarios of many ways to get you to cum.

Fingering you, eating you out, denying your orgasm, making you whimper for him— shit even to get you to beg him to let you cum without easily obeying. The thoughts that were roaming in his head were making his dick hard yet again, you flinched feeling his dick press up against your exposed pussy. Raising a brow you looked at him seeing him look away with a blush on his cheeks,

“I see someone’s hard again?”

𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖴𝖸𝖴

Fucking yourself

Catching you fucking your self always took a toll on him.

One was pissing him off because you disobeyed him.

Two making his dick hard.

Three..fucking you till you overstimulate with tears going down your eyes.

Chifuyu might seem like a soft and gentle guy with his personality and attitude but in closed doors..he was rough and such a fucking sadist, he loved watching you cry and beg him to make you cum or to shoot his loads into you. You looked so pretty when you cried for him Chifuyu would sometimes make you fuck yourself in front of him if he caught you fingering your self.

The feeling of embarrassment and humiliation always got to you, his hard eyes staring directly at you as you become weak to the knees begging for him to fuck you with his dick. Even when he stated don’t touch yourself you did it anyway, you never listen to what he said about that because you were a brat. He hated brats, he hated how people didn’t listen in general which made you think of a wonderful plan!

Only for it to backfired.

You didn’t know he would be this pissed off, he made you cum three times already! The pleasure was getting too much for you, you were whining and whimpering for him to stop but he kept going wanting see you cry more. He thrusted deeper and harder at a fast pace feeling your nails dig into his back, “Cmon baby i know you can give me one more..gimmie one more.” He groaned, you shook your head, “N-No! I can’t..please fuyu m’sorry..s’too much” He chuckled, shaking his own head leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade gripping your thighs, “I know you’re sorry but you’re not getting out of this my love. You only got more..”  You leaned your head back more into your pillow feeling him continue the rhythm letting your tears go down your face, he continued to kiss your shoulder staring up at you. “Y’know..you look so pretty when you cry and whine like a bitch in heat”

You felt as if you couldn’t take it anymore, you already came three times and three times is your max limit. You legs started to uncontrollably shake finally feeling that knot in your stomach, “O-Oh my god..m’finna cum.” Whining out he groaned feeling that familiar feeling too, “M’finna put a fucking baby in you..oh fuck.. you’ll, like that huh? A little baby bump having a little me and you running around?” He growled into your ear continuing to pound into you, you nodded your head in an instant moaning loud feeling you squirt all over him and the bed sheets, he bit hard into your shoulder shooting his cum deep into you with pants and groans be by heard. You felt relieved at your fourth orgasm, feeling him pull out of you, “You okay?” He asked softly seeing you sit up but instantly falling against his shoulder as his hands went to rub your back and hips, you hummed nodding your head pecking his shoulder, “Uh huh..m’just sore.” You mumbled, he nodded.

“I’ll run a bath for the both of us and then we can sleep okay?”

😄😄

[honeeslust]

When you get dressed up to not even make it to the club

Them: Dabi, Sanemi, Genya, Bakugo, Baji, Gojo, Geto, Benimaru, etc. honestly whoever you see fit. ☺️

Ummm, I think I’d be the type of brat to piss him off on purpose. I know he’d never make me change but when I try and pop out in those tight bell bottoms. You know the ones that keep that ass sitting up, lookin all kinds of milky and enticing that everybody in the room would be so fucking uncomfortable. You know, the semi skin toned ones that you pair with a cute tube top. Yea, I’ll fix my hair in the mirror, smoke out my eyeliner, fix the girls so their sitting nice. I'd catch him staring in the reflection of the mirror but act like I don’t care. With one final check, I’d make sure to hit him where it hurts. I’d drop some of the scented oil onto my wrist , his favorite of course… I’d dab the excess over my decollate, the first place his lips always touch — and I'd give one last tug at the waistband of the sinfully tight pants, shimmying my hips to situate the skin like fabric just right. I’d know the little show I was putting on for him would cause his heart to beat a little faster as he watched me. I’d smile at my reflection wondering exactly how far I would get before he would be on me.

“ c’mere, I wanna see somethin.” Is all it would take but this time, you’ll be stubborn and in need of a reminder how easily he could change the way you walk. You’d smirk, purposefully checking your phone as you walked toward him, knowing this little display had him itching to get at you. “My Uber should be here soon I gotta go.” You’d lean in giving him your cheek, absolutely certain it would happen any moment now….

[naychuchu]

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tw: this is my first time actually posting anything i’ve written. i made these pretty late at night so i’m sorry if they’re bad i just wanted to write something. probably some spelling mistakes and stuff i didn’t feel like checking it throughly.

a/n: please be nice

personal

* i’ve mentioned this before but baji absolutely LOVES the yakuza game

* favorite one is yakuza 0 (definitely not because this is the only one i’ve watched so far🌚)

* john cena fanboy for absolutely no reason. has his theme as his ringtone

* number 1 baby metal fan. owns their merch and goes to every concert

* his favorite season is summer for obvious reasons but his favorite holiday is definitely christmas because he and mikey ride around with shin

* HATES horror movies. like nothing can convince this man to watch them. even the kiddie ones like goosebumps or scary stories to tell in the dark will have him act like the devil just touched his soul

* definitely the kind of guy to walk around with one lens in his glasses after a fight

* purposely named his bike cockroach knowing pah is afraid of them

* he used to hate his fangs when he was little because kids used to tease him and say he was a dog

* that was until he started saying he’d bite and give them rabies if they kept messing with him

* cannot grow facial hair to save his life

* judges people on how they interact with animals, specifically cats

* despite popular belief, i don’t think he would get any tattoos. he seems like a piercing guy and definitely cannot sit that long for a tattoo

* gave himself the alias edward because he used to watch twilight with his mom

* he even had a phase when he acted like a vampire but will vehemently deny and threaten anyone who dares to bring it up

* is lactose intolerant and just like many of us will eat dairy and instantly regret it as soon as it hits his stomach

* sometimes he feels insecure about the fact he was held back, all of his friends moving up while he’s left behind

* even though he has a reputation for committing arson and slightly unprovoked violence, keisuke is truly a model citizen☝🏽

* volunteers at shelters, helps the elderly, feeds the homeless, solves climate change. he truly is a saint and can do no wrong!

home life

* i like the idea that his mom was a teen mom and that his father was never really around and just stopped coming one day

* due to her job, his mom sometimes works really late or super early so over the years he’s learned to cook (the only good thing he can cook is yakisoba)

* on the nights he knows his mom will be back late he cooks her food and despite it not being the best she still loves it

* even though she works a lot the two of them are still very close and their favorite thing to do is read manga and watch mystery dramas whenever she’s off

* despite not knowing his dad(he only visited when he was a baby) he never felt insecure about it

* he’s a total mamas boy, and will fight anyone who says something about her

* when ryoko was younger, she wanted to have a lot of kids but after having keisuke she changed her mind. she felt it would be selfish to have so many kids when she works so much and after realizing how much of a handful he can be.

* despite that and having him at such a young age, keisuke was the best thing to ever happen to her and wouldn’t trade him or his wildness for the world.

relationship

* back on the yakuza point, whenever you’re sad he’ll grab a hair brush, turn up the radio and start singing 24-hour cinderella to you until his voice is gone

* when you guys get in a fight he’ll act like he’s in a 2000’s r&b mv and start singing bakamitai. chifuyu gets the hose to spray water above him, kazutora plays the music, and ryusei records the whole thing so baji can send it to you

* a biter, like what’s the point of him having those sharp ass teeth if he don’t try to take a chunk out of you

* whatever your favorite animal is, he’s gonna buy every single book about them so he can share little facts about it with you

* if you’re into a specific artist or group, he’ll listen to their whole discography and learn everything in the fandom

* becomes a horanghae enthusiast and will force you to be one as well

* just like he’s loyal to his friends and toman, he’s loyal to you

* like foreva togetha foreva LOCKED IN 🤞🏽

* a girl tries flirting with him and all of a sudden he’s hellen keller

* the type of boyfriend to say you’re too spoiled whoever you ask for something while doing said thing you requested

* will literally lift his ass off the seat while you’re sitting next to him and fart on you then blame it on you

* talm bout some ‘ew the hell did you eat’ like his diet doesn’t consist of yakisoba, monster energy drinks, and beef glizzies

* speaking of farts😸 keisuke will send pics of his shit to you asking if it looks normal

* will make fun of you if you’re lactose intolerant as if he don’t be upside down on the toilet fighting for his life

* is constantly in your personal space. like he’ll be standing behind you while you play like candy crush or best fiends mumbling about moves you can make. sometimes he’ll snatch your phone and play it himself

* what’s yours is his. mid chew on something he wants? he’s opening your mouth and popping it in his, no matter if it’s soggy

* absolutely loves giving and receiving hugs, being in your arms makes him feel safe and gives reassurance that despite all of his flaws you still love him

* stares at you with his mouth open, no matter what you’re doing or how you look his eyes are on you 24/7

* takes the absolute worst pictures of you on facetime and puts each one in his favorites until the end of time

* throws rocks at your window at like 4 in the morning knowing you both have school just so you can ride around with him until the sun comes up

* i feel like he’d totally like mellow down on the things he does. he doesn’t want to worry you while he’s away

* constantly checks up with you so you know he’s okay and not lying on the ground somewhere and dying 🌚

this is so scary bye 😭

[xxelfmamaxx]

Kazutora:Wanna hear a joke?

Baji:Sure

Kazutora:Your life

Baji:My life isn't a joke, jokes have meaning

Kazutora:Baji no-

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋!𝖻𝖺𝗃𝗂 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

・❥・

Dressed in a baby blue glittery two piece that shined beautifully, captivating him. A voice in his ear warns him of getting distracted, telling him to ‘Focus on the mission.’ He glances off to the side catching a glimpse of his now black haired partner mumbling an “Of course… I’m just trying to blend in.”

Eyes once again glued to you as your back faces the pole, arm above your head wrapped around it as you whine your hips sensually, making eye contact with him urging him closer with your finger. The nagging ‘Be on the lookout!’ coming through his earpiece not being heard through the trance you put him in.

Light purple led lights on your dark skin accentuated your figure, he could hear nothing. Not the shouting and catcalls of the men that begged for your attention, the complaining of his partner, nor the sound of his own heartbeat, everything faded to white noise.

The money rained down on you in slow motion, making you look like a goddess—one that stopped time or something else his brain couldn’t come up with for an on par ethereal comparison in the moment. He watched you walk down from the stage signaling one of the buff men that stood by your platform, not too close but not too far, to collect your money.

You approached leisurely circling him, your tall clear heels clacking with your every footstep, you trail your hand across his waist, giving him shivers that he wouldn’t let have the satisfaction of pushing through as you stood in front of him. Black stiletto nails caressed his collarbone sliding down his silk shirt stopping at his belt buckle, you fluttered your mink lashes looking into his brown eyes, a cheesy smile displayed on your lips from seeing him starstruck.

“So I seen you been eyeing me all night, is it too bold of me to assume you’d want a private dance baby~” Your slight accent had him throwing all caution to the wind as he smirked back, canines gleaming under the low lights. “Course not sweetheart ‘s the only thing I been looking forward to since I got here.”

You chuckle at his charm. “That so?” “Definitely.” Your hand held his as you smile. “Then let’s go.” You lead the way to your private room when he finally hears his partner in his head. “Get your head in the game! We have a job to do Intel said that he’s only here tonight. This is the last chance we have to catch the Bandit here tonight before he moves again.”

He turns his head towards the crowded area, faking like he was looking around before speaking softly. “I am Chifuyu just gimme five minutes I’ve got extra business to handle.” He hears the sarcastic scoff of a “Yea right.” focusing his attention on you leading him, his eyes follow the switch of your hips which has him biting his lips imagining inappropriate things.

You approach a door, the name ‘BABY’ in bold f/c letters adorning it, a tall caramel skinned slim man with dreads, arms folded under his pecs planted near, watching you and the male walk up. “Applejacks you can go imma be a few minutes.”

You watch him size the guy beside you, eyes scrunched in uncertainty. “You sure Baby?” You waved him off, a hand on your jutted out hip as you rolled your eyes. “‘Course I’m good don’t you got other business to deal with anyways?” He sighed coming off of the wall. “Yea right. Call if you need anything.” You giggle opening your door pushing in the sandy beige skinned, black haired dude you’ve yet to ask the name of. “..And no interruptions please and thank you.”

You blew a kiss at Applejacks before closing the door leading your sexy stranger to sit in the seat in the middle of the room, a different more lax song played through the speakers, you caress your body in front of him before taking a seat in his lap as your beau began to speak.

“So…Baby? That’s your name? What’s it really?” You let out a soft hum grinding your ass to his pelvis. “Nah that’s just my nickname. I can’t give my name out to my customers sorry boo~ What’s yours?”

He wished he could feel your smooth skin through his slacks, to rub on you and do inexplicable things and have you in unspoken positions, but he settled for his hands on your hips guiding your movements he still has to focus on his job after all.

“Uggh~ My friends call me Eddy.” You pleasantly exhale grabbing one of his hands leading it to your breast squeezing his hand on top of yours making him get the memo. You leaned back, lips on his neck under his ear, softly kissing it making him groan as you pull away from his lap slowly, his long hair tickling your face causing him to chase after you before you pressed your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him back into the seat.

You stand behind him one hand gliding your sharp nails up his chest the other slid around his neck as you press on kisses, the sound of your voice speaking to him bring him back down from cloud 9, his eyes fluttering back as he groans. “So what brought you to the club? Business or pleasure?”

You laugh at the look of bliss on his face before continuing. “I’m pretty sure I know which one it is cuz you ain’t give me a bill yet.” He blinked realizing he hasn’t. “Yea sorry bout that Sweetface. I came here strictly for business-”

He pauses grabbing your hand from his shoulder pulling you around to him, sitting you on his lap. “But I don’t mind a lil pleasure neither.” He smiles at your giggle before you speak again making his ears ring.

“Yea you’re supposed to be here looking for the Bandit? Right?” He opened his mouth to say a code word or anything but he was frozen, chills going through his spine. “Don’t worry about bothering that partner of yours, I don’t wanna have to mess up his face too bad..he’s too pretty.”

He stutters completely shocked getting ready to push you off of him before he felt a cool object on his neck that could only be described as a steel blade. ‘Where’d you even get it from?’ pedals through his brain riddled with frustration .

“Aht aht aht cooperate or my boys won’t hold back. Your partner’s pretty but he’s not that pretty.” The brunet stuttered out ‘What’s’ and ‘How’s’ before you interrupted his ongoing crisis. “Why does everyone automatically assume ‘the Bandit’ is male huh?”

You took his earpiece out wiping it on his shirt before putting it in your ear tapping it twice before hearing a little feedback. You smile at the shocked Eddy, fixing his hair, a stiletto pushing a few strands behind his ear tapping his cheek with the tips of your fingers, he could feel the subtle sharp pokes of your nails.

“Apple? You there?” You hear a ‘Yea’ coming from the other end as you got off of the stunned man who held his balled up fist at his side, heading towards the only dresser in room.

“You touch me and one word’ll have your buddy surrounded with slow singing and flower bringing over a closed casket.” You opened the draw pulling out your custom baby blue glock checking the clip making sure it’s loaded before reassembling it taking the safety off scoffing as you continue your rant from earlier.

“Like men will find any and every way.. it’s ridiculous.” You look at the man in the chair. “Before it was ‘the Bandit’ it was Baby Bandit. Did you know that Agent Keisuke? Probably not huh?” You watch his eyes widen in surprise of you knowing his name and the new information, he’s a little ashamed of himself for still wanting you.

You gasp sarcastically your glock covering your mouth. “Oh you didn’t know huh? That you’re in my club? You think someone wouldn’t notice pigs in their own club? You tracked in mud the second your foot stepped through my threshold.”

You walk towards him sitting on his lap once again, flipping your weave from your face, the hand holding your gun slung across his shoulder as he tensed under you, your head tilted to the side a little, unwavering smile still pulling him in. “Soo we’re here now… What did you want with me?”

He opens his mouth to speak before you put your gun to his lips silencing him, your finger coming to your own lips in the shushing motion, he could hear the static coming from his earpiece. “Aight tell Zoe and Pablo help you load up the car…” You glance at the man who’s lap you’re on, your playful grin taunting him.

“Take the pretty boy with you, he better be in tip-top shape too.” You pull out a zip tie you also got from the dresser banding his hands together as you got up pulling him with you.

“No sudden movements or noise. You already know the consequences. You and your little g-man is coming with me we’re gonna have a lot of fun…” He followed you towards the door noticing a cute coat that you were putting on tucking the gun inside a pocket that ended just above your knees, finally able to really look you in your eyes, a beautiful brown that he could tell was mocking him making his lip curl.

“…Cuz I got a lil preposition for you… We’ll mix business and pleasure.” You kiss his cheek the imprint of your gloss showing as you dragged him out the door heading towards the back exit a wicked smile on your face.

・❥・

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[serotonins-stuff]

Mafia boss bf!! who has a table for you right next to his in his office. Decorated with whatever you want.

Mafia boss bf! who has his men carry all your shopping bags

Mafia boss bf! who refers to you as "my lady".

Mafia boss bf! who will give you a kiss in front of all his men, he doesn't care who's watching. He'll pull you in real nice and snug before connecting your lips.

Mafia boss bf! whos makeout sessions have so much power they leave you breathless and weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who loves it on when he sees you bring him coffee in the morning, and you make it exactly how he wants it.

Mafia boss bf! who can't help but keep his hands on you at all times. It doesn't matter where you are, he'll be attached to your hip at all times.

Mafia boss bf! who spoils you.

Mafia boss bf! who looks scary to everyone else but is actually a sweet bean that loves to be babied.

Mafia boss bf! who sits you on his lap while he works on his laptop, and will occasionally explain the work to you. Even though you don't understand a single thing.

Mafia boss bf! who will bring you to some of his important meetings. He'll snuggle you up on his lap while talking to his men.

Mafia boss bf! who doesn't allow any soul to dare disrespect you, or even look at you the wrong way, because there would be hell to pay.

Mafia boss bf! who will deal with anyone you ask him to in a heartbeat. Is someone looking at you weird? He's got you. Someone disrespect you? He'll sort them out.

Mafia boss bf! who teaches you how to fight by training you every week. He wants to make sure that his girl will be able to protect herself when he's not around.

Mafia boss bf! who takes you to the nicest places around the world.

Mafia boss bf! who slaps your ass whenever you bend over to pick something up.

Mafia boss bf! who's obsessed with your waist, he can't help but hold it and rub small circles on it wherever he gets the chance.

Mafia boss bf! who deathstares anyone that walks into his office while you're sleeping. How dare they attempt to disturb your beauty sleep?

Mafia boss bf! who sits patiently and watches you attentively as you try on clothes at the store. He'll look at you with such loving eyes and a smile that makes you weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who whines and clings to you in the morning whenever you have to get up.

"You're mine"

"My girl"

"Be good yeah?"

"Shhhh, the wife is calling"

Karma, BAKUGO, Kirishima, HAWKS, KURROO, BOKUTO, DAICHI, EREN, Jean, Asta, MIKEY, Draken, BAJI, Kazutora, HANMA, Ran, GOJO, GETO, TOJI, Tengen

[sinfulpanda16]

"Call me crazy"

You look up from your switch with a cute smile, "Crazy"

The smirk on his face grows wider. He leans forward and holds your chin with his thumb looking into your eyes that drive him wild, "But I think I wanna marry you."

You blush and he leans in to kiss you deeply.

Bakugou Katsuki, Dabi, Hawks, Gojo Saturo, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Yuji Terushima, Tsukishima Kei, Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Hanma Shuji, Baji Keisuke, Yami Sukehiro, Zora Ideale,

[rosie-artz]

Some more black myth wukong doodles ~

And some extra bajie drawings~

I can't stop playing this game

[anfie01]

THE ENDING.

Just a little melanconic time because yes, anfie Will always be around him when he needed, the destined one.... but the monkey king? She not sure enough that great Sage Will look at her. When destined one find the sixth relic and win over the journey, sometimes anfie just could sat down and feel how is it feels to be abandoned for the second time, when the first time all celestial realm did to her.

That why when destined one start the journey and wonder what is his purpose and what is he doing like a puppet try to finish a game, anfie... the former goddess just laughing hard like there is tomorrow when replied...

"i don't know either"

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Hi! i really love your writing about wukong and reader and i always waiting what's new from you 😄

can i request?,

am i the only one who put interest to the broken sage shell?

can you write about reader who in the past she was wukong's most beloved person, and she join Bajie (who also know the reader very close) to accompany destine one till the final fight with wukong's stone monkey. however the stone monkey or in broken sage shell mode, even as broken shell he still can sense her presence, and miss the reader so much even for just a touch, when he knock down the destine one so badly, he take his time to walk closer to the reader who watching the scene from a small boat behind transparant wall 🥺

Thank you!

Sorry for my english 🙈

As the story said, the Lady Bone demon was a mere spectacle, a monster that wanted nothing but to devour the Tang Monk. The story said that she was merely a cause of the first exile of Sun Wukong and that she had done nothing special per se.

But no one ever said the other side of the story. That the demon once was a servant for the Celestial Court, then the bride of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and only then became the monster that she was.

When the Destined One First Met you, what he saw was a mysterious ally to his quest, a Yaoguai that could manipulate ICE and had some strange abilities. What he didn't know was that you were an old acquaintance of old Bajie...and maybe something more.

When he saw you hug each other like friends that haven't seen each other for decades, he knew that he could trust you.

"Ah! Pesky Witch! Were you hiding yourself for so long?!" The old pig laughed, giving you some strong pats on your back.

"Hiding from that snout of your, old pig!"

Bajie explained then everything—or at least what Wukong wanted him to know. He did understand the surprise in the Destined One's eyes, knowing that the Great Sage did in fact have a wife that turned into a demon for grief. Well, it was a lot, but he was used to learning more about the old king that he was supposed to.

"I didn't know...no one knows...why?" 

Your gentile gaze was veiled by a sadness, old like the legend itself.

"Oh young one, if I knew the reason for it, I would have certainly found piece by piece."

And so, you helped him. 

Maybe it was that gloom that still unted your eyes when you were talking about your deceased husband; maybe it was Hope or just some silly fantasy of yours, but you did trust the destined one. You wanted to trust him and the idea that your beloved husband could be back together once more.

So you helped him, you followed him, and you assisted him, just like Bajie. Both of you became the nearest thing to a parent that the young monkey ever had, and this thing never bothered you.

And so, when the relics were reunited, you Hope still stood, only to be crushed by the painful truth.

Sun Wukong was long gone. Your husband was gone.

You didn't cry; maybe you knew that it was just a silly hope, or maybe you had already consumed all of your tears in the last centuries.

Or so you thought, because rivers of tears were falling when that stone creature, only a shell of what once was Sun Wukong, was slowly approaching the wall in his mind.

Even as a fragment, he was strong; he was able to outstrip your young protege in one strike.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM! MY LOVE, DON'T DO THAT TO THE BOY!"

He stopped, and the staff stopped on his finale strike. Those burning flames that he had as eyes searched for the origin of the voice, and they met you.

A long past memory, regrets, hope, and love.

While the younger monkey was getting back on his feet, the shell slowly approached the wall where you were watching the fight, refusing to move forward there. Despite the heaviness of this aura, you didn't flinched. How could you? He was never a threat for you, and Brother was now.

He was there, only the thing Wall of his Mind separated the both of you, just like the thing line of life and death. Like Always...

His hand reached the wall, now resting where your own was. You could swear that you could sense that warmth that it was always meant just for you—the warmth of the sun and the kind fire of the house that you wanted to share with him.

Your cry stopped, realizing the most agonizing reality that your poor heart could feel: despite the time, the distance, and death itself, he had never forgotten you. As a mall portion of you was still alive in that shell.

Even now, he was trying to console your cry and tell you that it hurt him more than anything seeing you like that.

He loved you. After all that time, he still loved you.

You wanted to hold his hand; even though it was made of stone, you wished to hold him once again. Instead, your tears fell on the boat, Bajie watching this heartbreaking scene, uncapable to say anything that could help.

"I wished nothing more than to hold you again in my arms, my love." You said between hiccups and sighs. Your forehead touched the wall; he mimicked that action, trying everything to just feel you.

"But before me... I want your own happiness... it's just like you always said, I'm too nice."

The destined one was once again on his feet, the weapon of your husband in his hand. He approached the scene, his hurt grieving for you now.

"I love you...more than everything. Be free, my love."

And while two lovers shared an untouchable kiss, the final strike settled the fight.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: THEY’RE YOUR BLIND V-DAY DATE ❤️🍷💕 (CROSSOVER ANIME) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: Got another something for V-Day for y’all. I decided to do one for multiple anime characters cuz I’m a slut for all them 2D characters & couldn’t decide on one specific show lol. Plus it sounded fun! And important disclaimers I’ll just make a note of before the actual Drabble. I hope y’all enjoy! ☺️🥰 -Jazz

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LEVI ACKERMAN (AOT)

The first night, you’re nervous, to say the least, especially when Hange warns you about his appearance. 

“Why?” you had asked over margaritas and tacos, already perplexed and slightly unnerved by her warning. “Is he really ugly or something?” 

Hange, sitting across from you in her glasses with her locks of long, chestnut brown hair cascading down her shoulders, shook her head. “No, no, my dear!” she immediately protested. “He’s actually quite handsome despite the broody thing. But he does have some scars from a mission gone wrong at his job and he’s blind in one eye.”

She took a sip of her margarita as if to soften the next blow. “And he’s missing a leg,” she finished. 

You were taken aback, to say the least, but you didn’t let that stop you. You aren’t prejudiced and you refused to let that stop you from at least giving Hange’s friend a chance.

Apparently, Levi has been a firefighter for a couple of years and has recently broken up with a longtime girlfriend, so Hange figured he could get back into the dating pool and realize that there are great girls out there starting with you! 

So the weekend of Valentine’s Day, Hange texts you the name of the restaurant and you take an Uber there after spending the entire day doing your hair, picking out an outfit, and giving yourself a makeover. You decided on a soft glam look as this is the first time you’re meeting the guy and a pretty, red dress that hugs your frame and zips in the back. 

When you get out of the Uber in front of the quaint and low-key yet romantic restaurant, you take a table near the door so it’ll be easier to see Levi walk in and flag him down. You still have no idea what he looks like, only that he’ll be wearing a black trench coat, he’s kinda short, and he has a large scar going over his eye.

“His team calls him Scar, apparently,” Hange laughed. “It helps that he has a smooth, deep voice too!” 

You admit that you were curious to see him and hear that “smooth, deep” voice she told you about. So you sit and order a glass of wine, waiting for his arrival as you stare out at the passing cars and people…only he never comes.

You wait and you wait and you wait, but he never shows his face. You call Hange, thinking maybe you have the wrong restaurant or time or day, but all is correct. You think that maybe he’s in traffic or something came up, but Hange never calls to tell you either. 

When your appetizer comes and the candle sitting in the middle of the table begins to melt, you feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. You’ve been stood up.

The realization hits you like a brick to the face. Quickly, you order the check and a box for your food and pay the waiter before running out of the restaurant in tears. You feel stupid. Wasteful. Foolish in your pretty dress and heels. 

Hange comes over to see you with the quickness when you tell her that night, ice cream and face masks in tow. “I can’t believe him!” she says, enraged, with a sheet mask on her face. “He told me he’d be there and then he doesn’t show up? Who does he think he is? Why, I’m gonna give that man a piece of my–“ 

“Don’t Hange,” you sigh, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Just leave it be. He probably just changed his mind or wasn’t ready.”

You are ready to move on and forget it, but the universe doesn’t let you. A week later while at work of all places, you get an unknown call. Thinking it’s one of those scammers, you give a sharp “hello”. 

“Uh…hi,” a smooth, deep, velvety voice replies. “This is Levi, Hange’s friend. This is Y/N, correct?”

You heart drops into your ass and it takes a moment for you to reply. “Uh, y-yeah,” you answer. “Yeah, this is her. You’re Hange’s friend? Did you get my number from her?” 

“I had to,” Levi replies, his voice making your stomach do flips. “I’m sorry if that’s weird, but I just…”

He pauses, sighing. “I had to talk to you,” he finishes, sounding completely beaten. “I’m so sorry for not coming last week. I was so afraid for you to see me because of my appearance. I was so sure you'd find me unattractive and not like what you see. I’m very insecure in that and I let it get the best of me, but that doesn’t mean you deserved that. Hange already went up my ass about it.” 

You softly giggle, knowing she would. "So, if you don’t despise me too much and you’re willing, can we meet up for dinner this Friday night if you’re free?”

He sounds hopeful and slightly afraid. You don’t know why you say yes, but you do and you make plans to meet for ramen on Friday. When the day comes, you wear a more casual outfit–-a pretty cashmere sweater, jeans, and some boots––but still style your hair and makeup to look presentable. ‘Second time’s a charm, I guess,’ you think. 

It’s a dry, cool night so you wait outside the restaurant for Levi to arrive, texting him that you’re there prior to your arrival. Ten minutes into waiting, you think he isn’t going to show and that he duped you again, but then your phone rings. Your heart leaps at the sight of his caller ID and you answer. “Hello?” you answer, noticing how breathless you sound. 

“Look up,” Levi says and you do, seeing him standing before you across the street under a streetlight.

The soft light illuminates his features: a sharp jawline and cheekbones, soft, pale skin, one eye the color of a gray ocean, and the other milky where a long scar runs from his eyebrow to his cheek. He walks towards you slowly with a slight gate in his step, his hand on his left leg where his prosthetic is, and finally makes it over to you. He is extremely attractive and smells like toasted vanilla.

“You’re Y/N, I take it?” he asks, a small smile on his face. 

“And you’re Levi,” you reply, your heart battering against your ribcage.

He gives a slight nod, his one eye roaming over your frame. “My God, you’re stunning,” he chuckles as if he can hardly believe it. “Even more than that the first night. I had come, but I never went into the restaurant. I was so intimidated by the way you looked that I just–“ 

“Stop,” you interrupt, not liking the thought of him standing outside looking into the restaurant window at you, feeling so horrible about his looks.

“That was then and this is now. And you’re wrong, by the way.”

One of Levi’s eyebrows raises in confusion. “I do like what I see,” you say, your voice soft and shy. “For the record, you’re one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” 

The laugh Levi lets out just about fills you with joy and you just about melt before he holds the door for you to enter the restaurant, not so discreetly staring at your ass as he does.

NANAMI KENTO (JJK)

He’s a professor and he’s a blonde is what you’re told by Gojo…but that’s about all he tells you, the asshole. 

“You’re asking me to go on a date with a dude I don’t even know and you won’t even tell me what he looks like?”

You’re sitting with him at brunch with bottomless mimosas when he runs it by you. You get the feeling he just invited you out with the promise of mimosas, good omelettes, and paying just to toss this at you. 

Gojo gives you his big, gigawatt smile as he sits across from you wearing his usual shades. “Trust me, babe! He’s a good and attractive guy! If I wasn’t taken, I’d fuck him myself.” He snorts to himself, shoveling some eggs into his mouth. “But I don’t even think I’m his type.” 

From what you gathered at the start of brunch, Kento Nanami is Gojo’s very stoic, very introverted, very lonely friend who is in need of a date this upcoming Valentine’s Day. Though intelligent and handsome, Nanami isn’t too good with women and hasn’t been in a romantic relationship is quite some time.

“I swear, he’s not an incel,” Gojo swears, one hand on his heart and the other held high. “He loves women! He’s just…awkward.” 

You aren’t sure if you like that answer. “What if I meet him and I don’t like him?” you ask, taking a break from your mimosa. “I mean, I’m only agreeing to this because you said you’d pay me.”

And Gojo did. He figures you’re the perfect girl––smart, pretty, and funny––to bring Nanami out of his shell. “$50,” he sing-songs. “And if you hate his guts, you'll get another $50, I promise. But give him a chance, Y/N! He needs it!” 

To not hear him whine and beg, you roll your eyes and agree. Gojo arranges for you to meet with Nanami at a winter light show in the park that is done every year. It’s the perfect place to meet since it’s romantic and very populated.

You dress in your warmest and cutest coat before hurrying to meet Nanami, your boots crunching in the snow. The park is decorated in twinkling lights that line the trees, walkways, and fountains. 

You’re so enchanted by the lights that you barely see the slick of ice lining the sidewalk. You misstep and your left foot goes skidding. “Oh, shit!” you gasp as you fall, but you don't feel the ground or the cold snow.

You don’t feel anything at all except two warm, strong arms wrapped around you. You look up into the warm eyes of an older man. An older, extremely attractive man with a blonde undercut and wearing a tan wool coat. “Are you alright, miss?” he worriedly asks. His voice is deep yet warm and sweet like honey.

You’re so taken by the stranger that you barely notice that he has set you upright. “Um…yeah,” you answer albeit softly. 

You blink at him, noticing how tall and well-built he is behind his coat. His hands are strong and capable and you find yourself staring at them even when he shoves them into his pocket. “Nanami?” you hesitantly question.

You watch his darker blonde brows furrow in confusion then rise in realization. “You’re Y/N,” he realizes. “Forgive me. Gojo didn’t tell me what you’d look up or what you’d be wearing.” 

You think you see his eyes trailing over you, but you can’t focus on it for too long. “That’s okay,” you laugh. “That’s Gojo, for you. How do you know him?”

Nanami begins to walk with you to the line at the entrance gate to enter the event, keeping the same slow pace as you. “We went to the same high school and remained friends ever since. How did you meet him?” 

“We met through a mutual friend and just clicked,” you explain. “Her name is Shoko.” Recognition crosses Nanami’s face at the name. “Shoko?” he asks, a light flickering in his eyes. “I know her as well. We all went to the same school.” 

“What a coincidence!” you giggle, glad to have something to break the ice (other than your fall). “Thank you again for helping me. I know I’m dumb for wearing these things in the snow.” You nod down at your heeled boots to which Nanami only stares at, never smiling. His expression is unreadable and slightly intimidating. But you can tell it’s just awkwardness. Now you see what Gojo meant. 

But rather than be unnerved by it, you find yourself wanting to break through it. You want to get to the warm core of this man. “Um…should we walk?” you ask, nodding at the entrance gate. Nanami nods but looks slightly worried.

“Will you be alright?” he asks, still staring at your feet. “You may want to hold onto me.” He offers you his arm, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks that one could pass off for the cold. Your heart leaps at the chance to touch him, even be near him. 

“What a gentleman,” you chuckle. “I didn't think chivalry still existed.” You take his coat sleeve and let him lead you through the entrance into the park’s first trail.

A chuckle that makes your stomach flip and your pussy leap leaves Nanami’s mouth. “I wouldn’t say all of that but thank you. I would just think I’m being a good human being. So Gojo told me about your job. What is that like?” 

The park is truly beautiful, decorated head to toe with lights that twinkle and dance. But you’re not focusing on the lights; just Nanami and his conversation. For such a stoic guy, he can really hold a conversation.

He tells you all about his job as a professor and his students; what subjects he likes; his life outside of work. He asks you about you and all of your habits, hobbies, and joys. He listens intently, putting them all in his brain’s filing cabinet. You find similarities about each other, including favorite books, movies, and your love for the beach. 

The date lasts for an hour and you enjoy every minute of it. You like being around Nanami, enjoying his stale humor and shy smile. More than anything, you like his presence.

You like how soft his wool coat feels under your finger. You like how he keeps his arm at reach, even when you release him at times. You like how he keeps the same pace as you, never walking too fast and always staying at your side, his black leather shoes tapping against the concrete.

You’re feeling him and you want to let him know that when you finally reach the end of the park where the last attraction, an ice sculptor decorated in lights, stands. 

“Wow,” you sigh. “So pretty.” 

Nanami stands next to you as you stare up in awe at the attraction. “Yes,” he agrees, though he isn’t looking at the lights. His attention is solely on you.

He likes the way the lights illuminate your skin which contrasts with his. He likes the brown of your eyes, so warm and tempting like chocolate. He likes your humor and sweet laugh. He likes you and he isn’t too shy to show it. You can see it when you turn and find him already staring at you, bold and heated. 

He is sexy. He is alluring. And you want him. “Nanami?” you shyly ask.

His eyebrows raise, acknowledging your question. You turn to him fully and stare up at him through your lashes. “I don’t usually do this, but…would you want to come home with me?”

He is silent, staring at you wordlessly, and your stomach flips with discomfort. “For coffee, maybe?” you add. 

Nanami doesn’t have to be asked again.

To end such a perfect date, you find yourself on your back with Nanami on top of you, looking so handsome above you as he pounds your pussy into the mattress. His big hands pin your thighs apart and up to his broad shoulders, your painted toes and skin contrasting deliciously with his lighter skin.

“So pretty,” he groans. “You were the prettiest thing there tonight. Fuck, darling, you’re so tight!” 

He thrusts into you harder, faster, making the bed squeak and you lose your voice from how loud you moan. You can feel yourself about to cum after so much foreplay and stimulation (Nanami is a gentle lover).

“Kento,” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum! Please…please cum with me!” 

And he does. At the sound of you begging, he bursts inside of you with a ragged groan as you cum all over his big cock, your pussy walls squeezing around him and stroking his shaft.

As you do, his lips find yours, giving you a passionate kiss that could melt the ice with how hot it is. 

NICO ROBIN  (One Piece)

*Note: Reader is plus-sized! 

Nami swore up and down that you needed to go on a date for Valentine’s Day to forget about your short-term “situationship”. 

“Just give a chance, Y/N,” she said to you over ramen. She treated you to lunch at the best ramen place in town while you were on your work break. “It’s just for one night and I can’t stand the thought of my best friend alone on Valentine’s Day! And she’s a great girl, seriously!” 

You looked down at your bowl of ramen, feeling hot under your sweater dress that clung to your plump body. The idea of a blind date didn’t appeal to you much, especially being such a big girl. Usually, when people got a look at you, they either ghosted you after the first date or didn’t give you the time of day. Why did she think this was a good idea?

“Just be careful,” Zoro said, shoveling spicy miso ramen into his mouth. “She’ll charm the pants off of you…or skirt…whatever you’ll be wearing.” Nami smacked him on the the arm hard, making the green-haired hunk hiss in pain. “Don’t listen to him, honey. Robin is just a sweet-talker. You have nothing to worry about!” 

But when you finally get a look at your date, you don’t think that’s true. Nami set the date up at a high-scale bar where the working class and hotshot businessmen come for happy hour.

When you walk in, you immediately feel self-conscious despite looking oh-so yummy in your waistband coat that flares around your waist and pink dress that makes your skin and brown eyes pop. But the dress also sticks to your body, accentuating each curve, ripple, and roll. Though your stomach ripples with nerves, you also feel slightly confident catching eyes under the warm lights above. 

You sit at the sleek bar and order yourself a cocktail to loosen up a bit more while you search for your date at the door. Nami only told you that she’s “tall with long black hair and might be wearing purple”.

You’re curious as to what this girl is like and if she likes what she sees. You sip on your cocktail and scroll through your phone for a couple of minutes, completely unaware of the eyes you have captured from down at the bar. 

When you turn around in your stool to place your glass down, you find another cocktail sitting behind you. Confused, you flag down the bartender. “I didn’t order this,” you tell him, pushing the glass towards him. “It was sent to you,” he explains. “From down at the bar.” You look in that direction, but find no one paying any attention to you. “But I have a date,” you protest. “I can't accept this.” 

“That’s correct,” a sweet yet smooth and sultry voice purrs behind you, “and it’s usually rude to deny a drink from her.” The voice causes your body to react instantly: the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end; your heart pounds in your chest; your stomach flips. You turn and see your blind date standing behind you in the flesh. 

Beautiful isn’t a word to use for Robin. She is absolutely stunning. A straight vixen oozing confidence and poise as she stands behind you in a purple cocktail dress that illuminates her soft, pale skin and blue eyes that steal the air from your lungs.

She is tall and slender with piano fingers painted in a dark rouge that you want to feel wrapped around your body, but has a rack that can stop traffic and is definitely catching eyes. Her long, shiny, black locks of hair cascade down her slender shoulders, catching the light above. You are in awe of her and her beauty as are the others in the bar. 

“Y/N?” she asks in her alluring voice. Wordlessly, you nod and close your mouth to avoid looking like an idiot. “I’m Nico Robin, Nami’s friend. She’s told me so much about you.” She puts a slender hand out to shake yours, giving you a whiff of her luxurious-smelling perfume and a peek of golden Tiffany bracelet. 

You put your hand in hers, feeling warm from her touch. “N-Nice to meet you,” you stutter. “Please, have a seat. Do you want a drink?” Robin raises her brows questionably as she settles onto a stool next to you. You flush under the lights, thanking God that he made you Black. “It’s only right since you ordered me one.” 

Robin smiles, her pearly whites and dimples making you damn near melt. “How sweet of you,” she giggles. She orders herself a dirty Martini with extra olives and thanks you again when it comes. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. I got caught up in some work.” She slowly crosses her soft, long, milky legs over one another. You do your best not to stare. 

You give her a smile, pretending that you’re not turned the fuck on by her, and lean your elbow against your chin. “So you’re an archaeologist, right? That’s such an interesting job.”

She smiles at the compliment and at the mention of her career as you sip your cocktail. “Well, I’ve always been attracted to history since I was young. I’m attracted to intelligence too, which you seem to have a lot of.” Her smile turns flirty and now you know what Zoro was talking about. You’re already charmed by her. “Tell me: what’s your job like?” she asks. 

Your conversations last for hours and flow perfectly, especially after you get your second drink in you. You tell her about your job and quietly gush over her curiosity and awe, realizing how much she loves learning. You talk about everything, from city life to books to anime, learning that you both love magical girl anime, especially Sailor Moon.

You didn't expect that from Robin because of how poised she is and her love for dark colors, but as soon as you mention Sailor Moon, her eyes widen in excitement. “I love Sailor Moon!” She laughs. “I cosplayed as Sailor Mars two Halloweens ago. I bet you’d look so pretty as a Sailor Scout, especially with the skirt.” 

That’s another thing you learn about Robin: she’s a flirt. She sneaks in little sly compliments to obviously make you flustered…and it’s working. You try to do the same, complimenting her on her outfit and her smile. “I can see why everyone is so fond of you in here,” you say, nodding at the group of businessmen playing pool who are not so discreetly staring at you both from across the room.

Robin giggles, turning back to you with a hooded gaze. “Too bad,” she sighs, not at all sounding disappointed. “I’m here with you.” 

As the night goes on, it gets looser as you both become more comfortable with each other. You talk about everything and anything, telling each other funny stories and showing pictures of your pets. “You’re a dog mom too?” you coo, gushing over her wallpaper of her and a fluffy, brown animal dressed as Santa Claus though he has pointed ears and horns.

“Reindeer mom,” she corrects you and titters at your confusion. “It’s a long story, but that’s my perfect little boy. His name is Chopper.” 

Other than Robin being a sweet-talker as Nami said, you also find out many other things about this alluring, attractive woman. Like how much she loves plays and Disney movies, becoming so excited when you ask her about her favorite films. “I love musicals,” she shyly says, an endearing blush on her face. “Can you tell I’m a secret theatre kid?”

Or how she tends to ramble about information she’s obtained from books and documentaries about tribes long gone and age-old urban legends. You could listen to her talk for hours. Unbeknownst to you, she feels the same about you whenever you speak about yourself and your interests. 

As the alcohol takes its affect on you both, she also tells you that she’s a devil fruit user, a term you’ve heard before since many in the world are, including your mutual friend Luffy. When you ask her about her ability, she just winks behind her third martini glass. “A woman never draws all of her cards…not all at once, anyway.” 

As the night draws on, so do the drinks and soon, you’re feeling loose and bold. You decide to show her your hidden talent which is rolling your eyes to the right and the left. “I can wiggle my ears too,” you say, showing her much to her amusement. She applauds you, giggling at your talent. “My, you’re full of surprises,” she giggles. “And so am I.” 

You suddenly feel something tickling your sides and look down to see two disembodied hands tickling you. Robin’s hands. You look at her in shock as she retracts her extra arms, using them to grab her third martini and take a sip. “The perks of being a devil fruit user,” she chuckles. At the sight of your expression, she grows concerned. “Do they frighten you?” 

“No,” you answer honestly. “They’re…” You stare at her extra hands, wondering how many more she has and how they would feel on your body. “Pretty,” you decide to answer with. That is enough for Robin to decide what she wants from you tonight. 

So when you’re both still sitting there when the bar is emptying out, she makes it known. “Oh, dear,” she sighs, exhaling in disappointment as the bartenders clean and the drunk crowd empties out. “It appears that our date has become to an end.” She turns to you, placing a warm hand on yours. “I really enjoyed meeting you, Y/N,” she says, a smile on her face that makes you ache. 

You don’t want tonight to end. You don’t want her to go. You need more of her touch. She seems to understand and see the mutual disappointment in your eyes because she doesn’t release your hand.

“Unless you want this night to continue,” she adds, her voice like honey in your ears. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very attracted to you too, unless I’m mistaking the chemistry.”

You can’t speak, so you shake your head and her eyes twinkle. She leans in toward you, engulfing you in her scent. “Just say the words and I’ll go with you,” she whispers into your ear. 

Desire overwhelms you and you squeeze her hand, interlacing your fingers. “I’ll call a Lyft,” you exhale. Robin smiles, keeping her hand in yours. 

She doesn’t let go even hours later when your fingers are interlaced with each other while your legs are pinned open by her extra hands on the bed. Your moans and whimpers fill the darkness of your bedroom as she moves her tongue against your clit, moaning eagerly and sloppily into your pussy as she eats you like there is no tomorrow.

“Now I can really show you how good I am with my hands,” she giggles, looking up at you between your thighs. “You’re so cute like this, pretty girl.” 

You can feel that knot in your core tightening the more she moves her jaw, going faster and faster until you have no choice. “Robin,” you whine. “I'm gonna…gonna…!” Your back arches and your legs shake around Robin’s face. 

Her hold on you tightens, her hands gripping your thighs.“Cum for me, gorgeous,” she hums. “I’ve got you. Cum all over my face like a good girl.”

One thing is for sure while you gush around Robin’s face, loving how she eagerly laps up everything you give her: another date is definitely in the future for you and her.

PRO!KATSUKI BAKUGOU & KIRISHIMA EJIROU (BHNA)

*Note: Reader is plus-sized & a bimbo! 

*Disclaimer: Bakugou & Kiri are both aged-up (over the age of 18) in this drabble! 

You don’t know why you agreed to do this blind date thing, but your friend put you up to it after she reminded you of your NY resolution to try new things to help yourself. 

“You need to put yourself out there more, girl!” she argued over the phone with you. “Do you see how hot you are?! You deserve to have someone on your arm!” You pouted as you painted your toe nails a pretty bubblegum pink, your feet hanging over you bathtub smelling like vanilla bubblebath. 

Though she is right about you deserving a nice guy to tell you how pretty you are, most of the guys you dated either used you as arm candy, hit in then quit it, or just stopped talking to you because of your, uh…bimbo-ness. You know you have no filter and sometimes you do come off as dumb, but you’re trying your best! And you’re kind and the sweetest person anyone will ever meet! Isn’t that enough? 

“Yeah, but a blind date though?” you complained into the phone sitting on your sink. “How am I gonna go on a date if I can’t see, girl?” You gasped, even more mortified. “Or will my date be blind?! How will be able to see me and my cute outfit?!” 

Your friend just laughed. She knows you’re not the brightest crayon in the box, but you’re just too cute and sweet. “Honey, no! A blind date is when you meet someone you’ve never seen or met before. Someone else sets the date up for you.”

Your heart resumed its normal pattern and you relaxed into the water. “Ohhh,” you realized with a giggle. “Well, if you’re setting it up, can you tell me anything about him?”

Your friend refused, much to your dismay. “Nope, but you’ll meet him later this week. Saturday night at 7 PM, don’t be late. I’ll give you all the details before then.” You hung up, a bit nervous but excited, already picturing your outfit for the day. 

The Saturday of Valentine’s Day weekend, you go to the cafe your friend tells you to go to which is only a few blocks from your apartment. You dress in a pink sweater that does nothing to hide your voluptuous bosom and a pretty, cherry red skit that hugs your tummy and voluptuous ass, the damn thing so short that the ruffles stop mid-thigh, a sliver of your asscheeks seen whenever you bend over. You pair your V-Day outfit with some warm stockings and high black boots before putting on your favorite fluffy, pink coat. 

An hour later after putting on some vanilla-scented body spray and giving your lips a slick of your favorite Fenty Gloss in a sparkly pink, you stand in line to order your food, hoping that will ease your nerves over today. Because your friend loves you so much, she set you up for two dates today: one at the cafe and the other later tonight at your favorite bar.

Your first date is a redheaded hunk, according to your friend. “He’s got red hair and he’s a fucking giant,” she giggles. “And he’s SUPER fine. You’ll know him when see him.” You melted at the details. “I do like big guys,” you sigh dreamily. Your second date is just as fine, but a hothead. “My friend works with him at his agency and apparently, he’s got a mouth.” Your friend rolled her eyes. "The dude is like a pit bull, but he's so fucking sexy.” 

“I’m a little nervous though,” you mumbled, starting to feel insecure. “You think he’ll like me?” Your friend looked at you like you were insane, making you laugh. “Who wouldn’t? You’re adorable!” 

And you feel adorable when you go next to the counter and the cashier’s eyes shoots straight to your tits. You don’t notice, too busy feening for some sweet, sugar coffee. “Hi, can I please get a peppermint mocha latte with two pumps of caramel, please?” You are so damn cute that the guy blushes and quickly rings you up. You pay and thank him when you get your drink before walking off, but stop when something captures you. 

There, hidden behind a glass container behind the counter, are a bunch of seasonal-flavored doughnuts lined up in a row. Your eyes immediately go for the one coated in pink frosting, powdered sugar, and red and pink sprinkles. “Oooh,” you coo to yourself. “So pretty.” 

“Agreed,” says a raspy, sexy voice from behind you. You turn a little too quickly and a bit of coffee sloshes over the top of your drink and onto the crotch of the guy standing behind you. “Oops, I’m so sorry!” you gasp. “I didn’t even see you! Oh, it’s gonna stain! Here, quick!” You quickly reach for a wad of napkins and begin to dab at the man’s crotch, not even realizing how it looks. 

Still not even bothering to look up, the blonde furiously blushes while the redhead behind him stifles a laugh. “That’s quite okay,” he chuckles. “At least now he smells like peppermint down there.” The blonde growls like he wants to commit murder. “Plus, Katsuki was standing way too close to you in line, weren’t you, ‘Suki?” 

You hand the napkins over to the blonde, hyper-focused on the nickname. “‘Suki,” you giggle. “That’s such a cute…” Your words die in you when you finally, finally, look up into the eyes of the two finest, sexiest men you’ve ever seen in your life.

One of them has long, red hair cascading down his broad shoulders, fanged teeth that flash at you as he smiles, friendly, crimson eyes, and piercings––dangling from his ears, embedded in his eyebrow, and snakebites in his bottom lip.

The other sports a platinum blonde undercut and a scowl that slightly softens at the sight of you. He, too, has crimson eyes that widen at your pretty face and outfit and one piercing in his plump bottom lip. The only things similar about the duo are how tall, buff, and sexy they both are. “Name,” you weakly finish. “I-I’m Y/N.” 

The redhead grins, putting his big ass hand out for a shake. “Ejirou,” he says, “but my friends call me Kiri.” You do so, noticing how calloused his palm is and how much his sweater stretches against his pecs. The blonde has the same issue, his V-neck shirt way too tight for his toned body. “Bakugou,” he grumbles, giving you an intense stare that makes you melt on the inside. 

Those gears in your head start turning and you gape at the duo. “Wait…I know you two!” you gasp. “You guys are those superheroes, right? Dynamight and Red Riot!” Kiri tosses his head back and laughs while Bakugou glares daggers at you. “Damn, could you be any louder?” he growls. You cover your mouth, flushing with embossment. “Sorry!” you whisper. "I’m just a big fan of you two! I almost didn’t recognize you in normal clothes. I have your posters and all of your merch!” 

Kiri gives Bakugou a look that he would seeing a cat do something cute. And that is what you are: a cute little kitty. Something adorable and sweet yet you have a sexiness to you that both men are coming to find. “Well, it's always a pleasure to meet a fan. Especially such a cute one.” He grins at the way you giggle bashfully. “I’m guessing you’re a fan of sweets? Me too. I was actually planning on getting one of those for my boyfriend, my date, and I.” 

You notice Kiri gaze at Bakugou when he says “my boyfriend” and you quietly gush to yourself. “Oh, you two are dating?” you coo, much to Bakugou’s dismay. He’s so cute when he blushes! “That’s so sweet! Here, I’ll treat you guys to ‘em to make up for that nasty spill.” 

Kiri is just about ready to scoop you up and take you home with them when you dig into your bag for your Hello Kitty wallet. “Well, isn’t that sweet? You up for somethin’ sweet, Katsuki?” 

Though Bakugou feels the same way, he still wants to feel you out and see if this “bimbo-esque” personality you’ve got going on is a fake. “It’s whatever,” he grumbles. “But you’d better get me the chocolate one. I don’t want the one with all of those sprinkles and shit on it.” You vigorously nod, taking out some cash. “You got it!” you giggle and hand them the cash. After getting back in line, Kiri orders one chocolate and two strawberry donuts and his and Bakugou’s drinks. 

You thank the cashier when she hands you each pastry individually wrapped in a paper bag, nice, warm, and toasty from the oven. You turn to the pros and hand them the treats. “Here you guys go,” you sweetly say. Bakugou grumbles as he takes his while Kiri gives you a big gigawatt grin. “Thanks, cutie,” he chuckles. You expect them to start eating them, but you’re shocked when Bakugou hands one of the strawberry ones to you. 

You freeze, confused. “But…this is for your date,” you say, completely clueless. “Aren’t you gonna give it to them?” Bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose like a dad with a dumbass child. “Oh, my God,” he groans. Kiri thinks it’s endearingly hilarious, holding his stomach as he laughs. “You are our date, silly girl!” he giggles. “Well, mine, technically. Your friend set us up to have dates with you at different times today, but we both just came together since we’re dating. I hope that’s cool.” 

You gape at them, wondering if they’re serious. Two of the hottest pros on a date with you? At the same time?! You just about squeal with excitement. “Sure!” you giggle, your heart leaping for joy. “The more, the better! Let’s go sit down so we can get to know each other more.” 

The two are happy to oblige. Kiri picks out a table in the back that is more secluded and near the window for the sights. Before you sit, you turn to Katsuki with an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry again about the spill, Bakugou.” 

The blonde cuts his eyes at you and you can't tell what he’s thinking due to how permanent his scowl is. But that changes when he pulls your chair out for you. “Katsuki,” he replies. “And stop mentionin’ it. Besides, I know some other way you can make up for it later…maybe with your number.” He gives you a lopsided smirk that makes you tingle between your thighs. 

“Chill,” Kiri cuts in, rolling his eyes. “Sorry about him. We don’t usually flirt too hard on the first date…but you’re just too cute to resist.” He boldly looks you up and down, tugging lightly on his bottom lip. You wonder what else he can do with his mouth as the cafe’s atmosphere becomes more tense between the three of you. “Well, I could say the same about you two,” you purr, a shy giggle leaving your lips. 

That’s what the duo want to hear. Bakugou’s smirk widens, a twinkle in his vermillion eyes. “Glad the feelin’ is mutual, mama,” he whispers. “So you sittin’ or what? My fuckin’ coffee’s gettin’ cold.” You do so and you never want the date to end…unless it’s to spend more time with them in private.

NICHOLAS "NICO" BROWN (GANGSTA!)

You stand outside of a jazz club one chilly night, watching the passersby and wondering which one may be your blind date. 

Worick told you all about his friend, Nico, but you’ve never met him before. You only know that the two work together and have known each other since childhood. You’ve only known Worick for two years after he helped you out of a messy financial situation with your asshole ex-boyfriend who, according to Worick, nearly shat himself when Worick threatened to bring Nico in to handle things.

Apparently, Nico is well-known throughout the town for being an extremely threatening and intimidating figure. 

Why in the fuck would Worick want to set you up with someone like that? “He’s a cool dude, really!” he assured you over coffee. “Just…quiet. And it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s deaf. He’s just a quiet guy; a little awkward; introverted…” 

‘Not to mention threatening and intimidating,’ you thought to yourself. “And you thought I was just perfect for this guy?” you scoffed. “What will we even talk about? How can I talk to him if he’s so quiet?” 

“If you ask him something, he’ll answer you,” the handsome blonde replied. “And don’t worry too much about signing. He can read lips, but just make sure you slow down with your words.” Though Worick knows you know sign language due to your father being deaf since you were an infant. He can tell you’re still hesitant to say yes and folds his hands into a prayer.

“C’mon, sweetie,” he begs. “The guy has NEVER been on a Valentine’s Day date before and his last girlfriend was a fucking bitch who dumped him because he was deaf. All she wanted was his massive dick…sorry.”

He apologized when he saw your reaction. You didn’t need to know that his childhood friend has a big dick! ….Though you are curious to know just how big. “He needs someone kind, considerate, and sweet. You fit the bill! Just give him a chance, please?” 

Before you agreed, Worick told you all about Nico’s ex, happy to do so when you asked. Apparently, she was the daughter of a rich family that he and Worick were in charge of guarding for a couple of months. She and Nico grew closer, had a sexual relationship, and Nico caught feelings while she didn’t, claiming it was because she didn’t want to date someone deaf due to it being “too much work”. You felt bad for Nico, especially when hearing how much it hurt him. 

“You’re lucky I love you,” you sighed at Worick’s pleading stare. He clapped his big, calloused hands and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Love you too, sweetie,” he chuckled. “I’ll fill you in on the details later this week.” 

He instructed you to meet Nico at an underground jazz club that Nico particularly likes for its seclusion and because no one bothers him too much in there. You dressed in a simple cocktail dress, flats and a cardigan to keep warm in the chill. Combined with your styled hair and soft makeup, you think you look pretty. You hope this “Nico" person thinks so too. When you look down the street among the other stores and taverns, you see a man walking up the road and you immediately know that your date has arrived. 

He is big. Huge! The man is nothing but bulky muscle hidden beneath his black tee, baggy jeans, and leather jacket standing at six-foot-something. He towers over you as he gets closer, so much so that you have to look up at him to actually look at his face. You can see why he's so intimidating.

Other than his height and build, Nico carries himself with a roughness and a confidence that is unshakeable and undeniable. It’s scary…yet also thrilling. Kinda sexy too. 

Under the soft glow of the street lamps, you get a good look at his features: he has a soft tan to his skin, thick, soft-looking lips, and eyes a deep, dark chocolate that you can get lost in forever. Silver dog tags hang from his thick neck that has your blood going hot and slight scars and bruises that you can see on his knuckles. You wonder, briefly, how he got them. He’s very, very handsome.

Realizing he’s waiting for you to make the first move, you clear your throat. “Uh….hi!” you greet, giving him a wave. He nods, barely cracking a smile. “You’re Nico?” you sign with your hands and verbally ask. “I’m Y/N, Worick’s friend.” 

Nico shakes your hand and you notice how big, warm, and calloused his palm is. It makes your pussy tingle embarrassingly so. “The teacher, right?” he signs with those thick fingers. “He told me you teach little kids.” You nod, smiling proudly at your occupation. “Yes, pre-K,” you giggle. “They’re adorable, but a handful.” 

There is an awkwardness between you, mostly because Nico is such a silent guy. He also keeps that stoic scowl on his face, so you don’t really know what he’s thinking. “So what do you do?” you curiously ask. “Worick never filled me in on that. He just said you do ‘business’ together as Handymen.” At this, Nico cracks a crooked smirk. “Something like that,” he signs. That intrigues you a bit. 

“Do you wanna go inside?” you ask, nodding at the door. “We’ll freeze before we get a chance to get to know each other more.” You give a small laugh to which he only nods, making you feel like a fish out of water. He opens the door for you, surprising you, and nods you into the warm club.

“Thank you,” you whisper, catching his intoxicating scent of cologne and lavender soap as you walk in. A bit of cigarette smoke clings to his clothes too, but it doesn't bother you much. The club is small yet cozy and dimly lit for a more intimate feel. Many people are at the bar or on the dance floor near the small stage where a band plays, the sounds of piano and cello mingling in the air. 

After getting your drinks from the bar (you get a cocktail while Nico picks a beer), you pick a table near the window and Nico pulls out a chair for you. You flush bashfully at his actions, not taking him for such a sweet guy. “Such a gentleman,” you laugh as he pushes you in and takes a seat across from you. “Worick didn’t tell me that. He said you’re very quiet though.” He shrugs his broad shoulders in his jacket. “Just don’t got much to say,” he signs. 

You nod as you shed your coat, revealing your naked shoulders and dress to him. You try not to be intimidated by his unwavering gaze. “That’s okay,” you sign and say. “We can talk about whatever you want.” The corners of his mouth quirk upward. “You sign really well,” he praises you. You smile proudly and bashfully, glad to have impressed him. “My dad is deaf and taught me how to sign since I was young.” 

His smirk turns more dry and almost forced as he signs to you: “So me being deaf doesn’t turn you off?” he jokes.

You immediately remember his ex and feel your stomach fall. “Not at all,” you sweetly answer. “Though I don’t like beer drinkers.” You wrinkle your nose at Nico’s drink. He raises an eyebrow, confused at your distaste. “It makes kisses taste like beer.” You lean forward a bit, giving him a secretive, flirtatious smile. “I like my kisses sweet.” 

Your eyes tick down to his lips and he notices. But he barely reacts. If anything, he looks disinterested and your heart sinks. “Was that too much?” you ask worriedly. Did you go too far? Are you misreading this? 

Before you can babble an apology, he stops you. “You asked what I do for work with Worick,” he signs. You nod, your heart thumping madly in your chest. He takes a deep breath before signing again. “We do almost everything, but I do dirty work,” he tells you. “I used to be a mercenary, but…I’ve still got human blood on my hands.” He pauses, watching for your reaction. That explains the marks on his fists. ”Does that bother you?” he asks, apprehension in his brown eyes. Before you can respond, someone knocks into the table, nearly toppling it over. 

You squeak, grabbing your drink before it can topple over while Nico straightens the table. “Oh, my God, are you alright?” you gasp, immediately helping the guy onto his feet. He turns to you, all crooked teeth and bloodshot eyes. “Now I am,” he drunkenly chortles at the sight of you. “Damn, darlin’, you’ve got a body on you! You wanna dance?” You immediately step back, warning bells going off in your head. “U-Uh, no, sorry. I’m here with–“ 

The man turns to Nico who has been staring daggers at the drunk the whole time. “Him?” he cackles. “That fuckin’ cockhead? You can get someone better than that, darlin’. Someone who can take care of this bo–“ 

The drunk cuts himself off with a whine of pain as Nico grips his hand so hard that he cracks the drunk’s knuckle bones. Unbeknownst to you, the drunk tried to touch your behind and Nico wasn’t having that. Doesn’t he know who he’s fucking with? You gape at your date as he steps between you and the drunk, a hulking mountain, and gets deep in the drunk’s grill.

And then he opens his mouth: “Back up,” he warns, his voice deeper and raspier than you pictured it though loud due to his hearing. “Unless you want your head in this table, I suggest you leave her alone. She’s with me.” 

He then releases the drunk who scampers away, clutching his hand to his chest. Nico composes himself and turns to you, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Sorry,” he signs. You don’t say anything and he is so sure that he fucked this up. Now you see who he is. Now you see that he’s just a Twilight. A mercenary. A no good– 

“Nico?” you softly ask. His hurtful thoughts take the back burner when you step to him, looking up at him with those precious, brown eyes. “Do you want to dance?” you ask, signing the words to him. 

He blinks at you, so sure that you're scared of him. When in reality, you're just trying to push the nasty thoughts of him kissing you silly and fucking you up against the table with that big, sexy body and massive dick out of your mind.

Him defending you but still being a complete, gentle giant to you is getting you going completely, but it’s still the first date. You want him to open up and maybe a slow dance can do that for you. “Not much of a dancer,” he signs, looking sheepish. 

You smile and offer your hands to which he takes. “I’ll show you how,” you giggle, pulling him along onto the dance floor filled with slow-dancing pairs. A soft, slow tune with a seductive saxophone and piano plays as you stand eye to eye. You place one hand on his shoulder as you interact your fingers with his with the other. Slowly, you begin to sway to the music, beginning to melt within the music and each other. 

And when lean your head onto his shoulder, finally feeling at peace, Nico comes to feel that this is where you belong: with him, in his arms. 

KEISUKE BAJI (TOKYO REVENGERS)

*Disclaimer: Baji is aged up (over the age of 18) in this drabble! 

“You’re the worst blind date I’ve ever had,” you very boldly and irritatingly tell the annoyingly sexy man sitting across from you. 

The attractive man with the long, wavy black hair, sharp eyes the color of milk chocolate, and a sharp, canine smile looks across from you at the table littered with remnants of your Italian dinner. Baji is his name apparently, a close friend of Mikey’s and one of his gang members. You never understood that gang shit, but they never give you problems.

If anything, Mikey’s gang ‘Toman’, protects you and makes sure you go about your days without any bother. “I’m guessin’ you’ve been on many blind dates before me?” Baji suggests as he chews on his pasta. “Huh. That’s a shocker.” 

You sharply squint at him, catching onto that shade. “Why is that so shocking?” you ask, digging your nails into the table with how irked you are. You can’t believe Mikey set you up with him. It’s been 25 minutes into the date and so far, each conversation was an argument and shot after shot.

Your personalities clash horribly, not to mention every woman in the place has their eyes on him. And he knows it! Not to mention that he’s an extremely messy eater (which led your mind to other places), he is way too into himself, and he has no idea how to act in a classy setting like an Italian restaurant. 

He’s a wild. He’s argumentative and hot-headed. He’s a rugged, tough-as-nails, roughneck dude…and he’s turning you on.  

Baji leans back against his chair, widening his legs in a way that makes you want to scream. Why the fuck does he have to be so goddamn fine but such an asshole? Is God punishing you? “Well, bein’ the fact that you’re the very definition of ‘a stick in the mud’,” he explains, “and a tighter than a drum, I can hardly believe how any guy sat across from you at a table. At least you’re pretty.” He goes back to eating his pasta like he didn’t just insult you. 

“Excuse me?” you hiss, feeling your blood boil. Thank God for your dress or else, you’re sure you’d boil over from the anger you feel. “And I can’t imagine how any self-respecting woman can sit with a lowlife, cocky, smart ass narc like you. And unlike me, your looks do nothing to take away any of that.” Baji’s thick, black eyebrows raise at the shot you took. “And you’re snarky,” he chuckles. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a thing for snarky girls.” 

He uses his sinful tongue to lick a bit of sauce from his bottom lip. You catch a glint of metal on his tongue as he does and you realize that he has a tongue piercing. ‘Fuck,’ you think, clenching your thighs beneath the table and gripping the hem of your dress. You lean your hand against the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. “I can’t believe I said yes to this shit,” you sigh into your hand. “Fuck the $50. I’m gonna have to tell Mikey that–“ 

“Mikey?” Baji cut in, pausing from eating. “Mikey put you up to this?” His brown eyes widen in shock and you feel a spark of joy at shutting him up. “Yes,” you proudly say, venom in your tone, “he did. And you know why? It’s because no other girl wants to date you. You’re unromantic, you’re a slob, you’re always looking for an argument, and you seem to push every single guy’s buttons in here.” 

He stares at you for a moment, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, and then he begins to laugh so loud that the others in the restaurant look at him. You hide behind your hand, embarrassed. “Oh, shit!” he cackles. “I swear, that motherfucker is desperate to find me somebody.” You nod, pushing your dinner to the side. “Agreed. Why he ever thought I would be a perfect match for you is beyond me.” 

Baji looks at you now, an unreadable expression on his face as his smile fades. “Maybe it’s because you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he replies though his tone is different. You stare at him in disbelief, scowling. Did he really just say that? Deadass? 

Baji smirks at your reaction. “You heard me: B-R-A-T. You’re a brat and fortunately for you, baby girl, I’m just the guy to handle a chick like you.” He leans in toward you, folding his ringed knuckles beneath his chin. “Someone who doesn’t shut the fuck up or know her place.” 

“Know her place?!” you snap, earning the attention of the restaurant. He barely reacts, though his smile grows and a strange twinkle appear in his eyes. “You know what? Fuck this and fuck you. Why you even have an ex-girlfriend is beyond me if this is how you talk to them.” You stand up in your pretty, body-hugging dress and grab your coat. “I’m leaving,” you huff, snatching the coat on. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, dickhead.” 

Without another word or waiting for him to respond or even stop you, you leave the restaurant and step out into the cold February night. You barely get down the street before you hear your name being called. You turn, seeing Baji jogging towards you, those black locks flowing in the wind. “Y/N!” he calls in his deep ass voice. “Hold up, wait!” You don’t know why you stop, but you do, putting a hand on your hip. You glare at him and pout those plump lips when he finally stops in front of you. “You left your dessert.” 

He presents a small brown box to you and opens it to reveal a small chocolate fudge cake with chocolate mousse on the inside and Godiva flakes coating the top. “I didn’t order any dessert,” you say in a tight voice. He smirks down at you, standing several heads taller than you. “I know; that’s why I ordered ya one. C’mon, you don’t like chocolate cake?” You look back down at the cake and close it before he hands it to you. “What, is this an apology?” you snort. “Sorry, man, but you’re gonna have to try much harder than–“ 

“You’re wonderin’ why I have an ex, right?” he interrupts you. You pause, confused, but he just smiles mischievously at you. “I have an ex, and many of them, because I’m an asshole, unfortunately. Force of habit.” He shrugs, but actually looks guilty for it. “But I’ve had many girlfriends because I know how to tame them.” 

His smile is flirtier now, creating more of that sexual tension that you felt at dinner. You still stare at him, speechless, and he figures that you’re clueless about what he means. “I put it down,” he explains. "Give good dick. Knock their boots. Am I makin’ any sense here?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the thoughts running in your head of just how good he is in the bedroom. “I know what you mean,” you snap. “So why the fuck are you tellin’ me this?” 

Baji smiles at you, his canines glowing at you as if they are illuminated by a light within them. They thrill you and bring a ferocious and needy part out of you that you didn’t know was even there. He takes a step toward you, getting closer, until you can reach up and kiss him if you want to.

“Because I know you’re attracted to me,” he murmurs matter-of-factly. “What, you think I can’t see it? The way you squeezed your thighs tight together at the table. The way you kept starin’ dead at my hands. The way you’d get so lost in thought as if daydreaming about somethin’ else way more exciting.” 

You flush embarrassingly, more at your behavior than the fact that Baji noticed it. You can’t help how attracted you are to him. But Baji doesn’t want you to be embarrassed or ashamed. He wants you to want him the same he wants you.

“Lucky for you, mama,” he purrs, the pet name making your pussy jump, especially with his voice, "I’m just as whipped for you, especially in that dress.” His fingers lightly glide down your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry about tonight, but I can show how sorry I am in other ways if you want me to.” 

You can tell he genuinely means it and isn’t just trying to get in your pants, but even so, you still scowl up at him, your jaw set and eyes narrow. “And why do you think I’ll say yes?” you question. He just chuckles, still flashing you that sharp, sexy smile. “Because you know I’m the only one who can handle that bratty ass of yours.” 

He then turns and waves a hand. You don’t know what for until a taxi suddenly glides over to the curb and stops. Baji walks to the backdoor and opens it before looking back at you expectantly, his eyes molten with lust.

“Now get in the fuckin’ car, Y/N.” You know you shouldn’t get in the car and go anywhere with him, but you can’t deny how much he makes your pussy throb. So against your better judgment, you crawl into the backseat of the cab and tell the driver your address. 

Hours later after being stripped out of your dress, shown extensive foreplay, and having your pussy eaten like Baji hasn’t had anything to eat in decades, you find yourself being fucked against the wall with your arms and legs wrapped tight around the long-haired, tattooed man who holds you against him as he pummels his thick, hard cock into your tight, wet pussy again and again. The bedroom is filled with the sound of your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin as he pistons his hips into you, making you see stars. 

It doesn’t take long for your pussy to start quivering around his cock, squelching and dripping the more he fucks it. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life and you’re able to hold back anymore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Baji!” you practically scream. “Can’t…can’t take it! I’m gonna cum!” 

Baji shakes his head, gripping your hair with one hand while he hikes you up onto his waist with the other, showing you how lightweight you are to him. “Uh-uh, bratty girl,” he huffs. “Not yet, mama. I need to feel more of this pretty pussy flutterin’ around me.”

He thrusts harder, faster, drawing whines and sobs out of you. You begin to claw at his back where a large tattoo dedicated to Toman is inked into his back muscles. “You cum when I say, understand?” he growls into your ear. 

You weakly nod, willing to do anything he says if that means you can cum. “Now shut the fuck up, and take this dick.” You do so, stopping your protests as he fucks you stupid until you cream all over his cock while he fills you up to the brim…but of course, you only do it when he says so. You find that you love doing what he tells you to. 

When everything is said and done, you both crumble to your bedroom floor and Baji pecks your cheek. “Best blind date ever, right?” he chuckles.

BENIMARU SHINON (FIRE FORCE)

*Note: Reader is Goth! 

“God, kill me,” you sigh, standing in front of the theater doors. “Why did I agree to do this? He could be a serial killer or something!” 

You contemplate leaving, but you already promised your best friend that you’d go through with this stupid blind date on this stupid ass holiday. “Please just try and go along with it for tonight, Y/N!” she practically begged. “I promise he’s a nice guy! And I already told him you agreed! Just give it a chance and I promise you that I’ll never bother you about dating again.” 

You groaned, sitting across from her at a bar. “Fuck,” you sighed. “Fine. Can I least pick the movie?” Your friend eagerly nodded, so you purposely picked a romance/horror movie marathon showing that the theatre does every year for Valentine’s Day. The kind with blood n guts, gothic vampires, and slashers. Surprisingly, the guy still agreed to come much to your dismay and you had no choice but to come out. 

You know that your friend did this as a way to get you to start dating. You swear she thinks that one of these days that you’ll hang yourself from the shower rod with how lonely you are…and this has zero to do with you being goth. Though you love the color black, but you’re not depressed. You love dark makeup and rock music, but that’s what you love. You’ve always adored gothic fashion and the aesthetic, so that’s what you live. 

However, some people think it’s weird. Though Tokyo is full of eccentric and different type of fashion, goth isn’t particularly “popular” in your Black family or side of the city. And it certainly isn’t popular with the guys. You don’t care. You love yourself and you’re not about to change for anyone. So you dress in your finest black attire with a mini leather skirt, thigh-high stockings, and boots that make you feel powerful and sexy. Your makeup is dark, your mascara is sharp, your nails are as long and sharp as claws, and chains drip from your leather jacket. 

You wonder what your date will be like. Apparently, he’s a well-regarded and respected officer in the Special Fire Force, among the strongest there is. But you don’t recognize him when he comes up the road from his side of the city. He is tall and has a lean build that is hidden behind a black sweater and baggy jeans. His locks of black hair hang in his face, but not enough to hide his different set of eyes: his right pupil is a red circle with one black dot in the middle while his iris is black; his left is red with a white X in the middle, reminding you of a game of tic, tac, toe. 

“Hey,” he greets easily. “You waitin’ for someone?” You scowl at him, crossing your ams over you chest. “Why are you asking?” you ask sharply. The stranger raises his big hands in defense, taking a step back. “I’m not trying you, I promise. I’m just wondering if you’re this Y/N that’s supposed to be waiting here for me.” 

You squint at him, cocking your head to the side to see him at a different angle. “Benimaru?” you question. “Huh. You don’t look how I thought at all.” He is handsome but not enough to knock you off your game. He quirks a small smirk and you have a feeling that this dude don’t smile often. “I hope that’s a good thing,” he wryly chuckles. “For the record, you’re not bad on the eyes either…if that’s what you meant.” 

You don’t acknowledge his compliment or react even though your stomach flips. You’re not used to anyone complimenting you on the account of your black lipstick and mascara. “So should we go in or stay out here to freeze to death?” you sarcastically ask. You huff and turn on your heel before Benimaru can even answer or follow you. 

He easily beats you to the door on his long legs and opens it for you, towering over you as he does. “Is sarcasm just natural for you?” he asks, dry humor in his voice as you step into the theater. You feel a pang of guilt at your behavior. It’s not his fault your friend orchestrated this. 

“Sorry,” you apologize. “I’ll admit, I’m not too hype about being here. Dating isn’t really my thing, but my friend insisted I come on this stupid blind date…no offense.” Benimaru barely blinks at you walk to the ticket counter. “None taken. My friend, Konro, swore I needed a Valentine’s Day date when the whole holiday isn’t even a holiday. It’s pure BS.” 

“Ugh, agreed,” you scoff, rolling your pretty, brown eyes ringed in mascara “It’s just a way for companies to continue to capitalize off of hopeless romantics and couples. Not to mention all of that pink.” 

Benimaru nearly misses that, too busy thinking about how pretty your eyes are. “I’m takin’ you don’t like pink?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “Not that your clothes are a dead giveaway or anything.” His interestingly alluring eyes tick up and down your outfit, making you feel hot under all of the leather. “I just like black,” you laugh. “But don’t get me wrong; I wear other colors sometimes, but only on a minuscule level.” 

“Your friend said you were a gothic chick,” he chuckles, giving you a mischievous smirk. You send it right back as you take out the two tickets your friend sent you for the movie. “As gothic as they come,” you retort. Benimaru just hums in response, particularly liking you in that mini skirt and the way it swishes around your thighs. 

After buying the tickets, you two wander into the small waiting area where a bar, a cafe, and an arcade occupy the space. “So the movie starts in about fifteen minutes. Should we head in now?” Benimaru doesn’t answer at first, too busy staring at the arcade games. “Nah,” he replies, nodding at the flashing, noisy games. “We can kill some time in here.” He begins to walk over, expecting you to follow. “Your friend also said you’re shit at racing games,” he says with a smirk shot your way. 

“Not true!” you scoff, crossing your arms. He shrugs pausing in the threshold of the arcade to wait for you. You finally give in, taking off your jacket to reveal your black crop top. “Fine, but only if we got time for the shooting games too. I wanna kill some zombies.” Benimaru nods, secretly laughing to himself as you follow him into the arcade. 

You spend way more than fifteen minutes in that bitch, playing all the games you can. Benimaru is good at almost everything, playing each game with skill and precision. He lets you win most of the time, just liking to see you smile and laugh in pride when you win a racing game or beat him at ping pong. During the zombie game, you get overrun by the undead while holding your plastic machine gun and you feel him lightly touch your elbow to point the gun straight. His touch sends shivers all over you. You win the first half until you run out of time and Benimaru smirks at you. “I totally helped you with that,” he sniggers. 

You also play basketball, shooting them repeatedly through hoops. He always gets the farthest hoop and the highest points, winning every round. “You only won ‘cause you’re taller,” you huff, bumping your hip with his as you walk by. It gives him the perfect opportunity to watch your ass sway in that damn skirt, making him hard as a rock for you. 

As walk to get something to drink, you stop at one game in particular: the crane game. It holds dozens of little plushies that you’re obsessed with, including the little black plague doctor with its big eyes and fluffy beak. Benimaru smirks at you staring at the game, walking up beside you. “I saw you looking at this thing the whole time,” he says. "You couldn't have been any less discreet.” 

“Shut up,” you grumble, still staring at the plushie. He notices and pulls out his last arcade coin. “What, you want it?” You quickly shake your head, turning to leave. “We’re gonna miss the movie anyways, so–“ 

“Fuck it,” he carelessly interrupts, shocking you. “You obviously want that penguin, so I’ll get it for you.” 

You roll your eyes, sighing. “It’s not even a penguin; it’s a plague doctor Squishable. It ain’t a big deal for me to have it, Benimaru.” But your date just glares at you as he bends down to put the coin in the slot. “And it ain’t a big deal for me to get it for you,” he argues. “If we miss the movie, we’ll just go for food.” 

You are floored by his stubbornness and refusal to give up until he’s made you happy. How can that be? You only just met and yet here he is, using his last coin to try to get you a stupid plushie! You watch with bated breath as he plays the game, moving the crane slowly as he fixes his eyes on the plushie. Once he’s moved the crane right over the plushie, he hits a button, causing the crane to sink down into the sea of stuffed animals. The crane’s hooks latch onto the peak of the plushie and, slowly, he moves it over to the opening in the corner to release it.

The crane plays music and lights up in victory as the plushie rolls down the chute into Benimaru’s hand. He turns to you, an unreadable look on his face. “Here,” he says passively. “I figured goth girls didn’t like cute shit like this…but he is kinda creepy.” 

You take the plushie, just staring at it for a moment. All of the sudden, you feel weird. You feel tingly and butterflies flutter around in your stomach. That never happens, but it’s happening for this guy! “Thanks,” you softly, and very shyly, say. Benimaru shrugs like it isn’t anything to him, but it is to you. “Y’know, the movie marathon is gonna be showing another night too…” You trail off, looking down at your shoes to avoid seeing his eyes. 

“So you want another night with me?” he asks. Quickly, you turn on your heel and stomp out of the arcade, leaving him utterly confused. “What?” he calls after you, sounding genuinely baffled. “It was just a question!” 

A second night with him does happen two weeks later and you do see the midnight marathon, but neither of you pay any attention to the first move that plays. You’re too busy bouncing on your date’s thick, veiny cock in the darkness of the theater to watch the film, biting back your moans despite the seats being empty. Benimaru softly grunts and moans into your ear as your walls flex around him, his eyes transfixed on the way your ass jiggles as he lifts up your skirt. 

“Fuck, Beni!” you moan. “Y-You’re s-so fuckin’ big!” You grip his thighs with your long nails as his dick stretches you out in the best way, a delicious ache coming in your calves with the effort it takes to bounce on him. Benimaru stands up and bends you over the seat in front of you, beginning to fuck you from behind. He is fast and nails that single spot every time that makes you have to cover your mouth because you’re so loud. 

“Shh, shh, baby,” he coos into your ear as he continues to pound into you from behind. “You don’t want security comin’ to find us, do you? Or maybe you do, you little slut, fuckin’ your date in the movie theatre.” He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls, much to your enjoyment of being slutted out in the dark. Anyone could walk in and see you fucking right now. It’s so naughty. So sexy. 

The thrill of it must be getting to Benimaru too because he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against your clit as his hand smacks against your ass, gripping it tight. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna make cum!” he groans, tossing his head back at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him. “Cum with me! Make that pretty fuckin’ pussy cum around my cock!” 

You quickly begin to rub you swollen clit in time with his thrusts and soon enough, you’re cumming all over his cock. “Fuck!” you scream into your hand as your orgasm tears through you. Benimaru cums too, filling you up with a long groan that he bites back as best as he can among the movie playing. He lets you come down from cloud nine before pulling out, letting his cum leak down your thighs. He turns you around, pumping his cock soaked in your juices. “Not yet,” he growls. “Put it back in your mouth and taste yourself.” 

You get on your knees, panties at your ankles and leather skirt hiked up. Benimaru wastes no time thrusting into your mouth, using it as his very own fucktoy, as he watches your brown eyes ringed in mascara stare up at him eagerly. When he pulls away to cum again, your black lipstick stains his cock, marking him as yours.

“Fuck!” he gasps as he cums all over your pretty face, ruining your eye makeup. It is now but black smears down your cheeks as his nut drips all over your face and cheeks. 

“Poor baby,” he chuckles. “Your mascara’s runnin’. I bet you worked so hard on it.” He takes a napkin from your movie snacks and dabs away the cum. “So cute,” he sighs, marveling at how utterly adorable you look. You giggle, feeling deliriously good and cute, just as he says. 

Yeah. A third date is most definitely in the future for you now. 

[rr311]

╭﹐❣︎﹕ Cute Habits They Have ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖩𝖨𝖱𝖮 𝖲. 𝖪𝖤𝖭 𝖱．𝖪𝖤𝖨𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖡. 𝖪𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖠 𝖧. 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖴𝖸𝖴 𝖬.

cw/tw. fluffy, black!reader

an. hey ya’lll! So decided to take a break from AOT and start writing head cannons/ fan fics for the TR boys. Hope you guys enjoy!. 🤗

summary. - you find their habits cute.

𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖩𝖨𝖱𝖮 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖮

His nose scrunches whenever he gets irritated or annoyed

Whenever you see Mikey’s nose scrunch you found it cute of how his face can instantly change from being serious— to scrunching his nose whenever something or the members annoyed him looking like a complete baby.

You never told him your little secret till one night when you two were arguing about which take out place you guys wanted to eat from. Rolling his eyes and scrunching his nose he sighed, “Why not just get something else for once in a while? We always eat there.” He whined wrinkling his nose every now and then, you stared at him as a giggle left your mouth not taking him serious when the little habit is active. He raised a brow as he crossed his arms upon hearing you giggle in a situation like this.

“What’s s’funny?” You shook your head as a smile was now placed on your face, “You just look so cute whenever your nose scrunches.” His eyes widened at the sudden compliment feeling his face heat up, you saw this and chuckled at the flustered man who just stood there with his arms still crossed now looking away from you avoiding eye contact.

He grumbled under his breath, “M’not cute.” You rolled your eyes strolling your way towards the slightly taller man, grabbing his cheeks with one hand making him look at you with a still red face. “Mmm, you so are.” You teased kissing the tip of his nose and pulling back to giving him that bright smile he loves.

He felt like he was gonna explode if you kept up with these compliments— he was used to girls calling him pretty and such but when it comes to you? He turned mush and flustered, he whined as he hid his face into the crook of your neck holding you close to him before mumbling.

“Gosh, (Y/N)! You’re gonna be the death of me!”

𝖪𝖤𝖭 𝖱𝖸𝖴𝖦𝖴𝖩𝖨

He’s really clumsy when it comes to certain things

You don’t know why but for some reason Draken is just extremely clumsy. You had realized that when you and Ken where in his garage one day to fix up his motorcycle he had accidentally dropped not one— but four different tools on himself trying to grab them, another time is where when you both were trying to make cookies he had broke two kitchen supplies and spilt some of the salt instead of the sugar in the mixing bowl when he was trying to grab a plate from the cabinet.

The list can go on and on about how the man is clumsy, but you didn’t mind it though. Instead you just found it cute about how clumsy he is, you remembered the very first date you both went on when he had broke your foot from stepping on it too hard when you two were dancing under the stars. You chuckled at the thought remembering how upset he was at himself for letting his clumsy self do that to you, he kept buying you gifts and food as an apology which you found extremely sweet and cute.

From the sudden laugh that broke the silence apart from the faded music that was being played, Draken turned his head to look over his shoulder to see you sitting on top of the car hood swinging your legs with a smile on your face. He raised a brow, “Whatcha laughin about back there?” His deep voice questioned making you come back to reality to make eye contact with the shirtless man, “Just remembering how you practically ruined our first date.” You teased, he only rolled his eyes having a smile of his own as he fully turned his way towards you leaning against the tool desk, “How many times do i gotta apologize doll?”

You hummed as you rubbed your chin like you were actually thinking, making him groan, getting up from the leaning position to walk over towards your figure to stand in between your legs, placing his larger hands ontop of the hood leaning his head towards your height. “Cmon..I already spoiled you enough when you were injured— and I still do. What more do you want?”

He practically begged as he saw you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer with a hum, “Hmm..i think you should gimmie a kiss to find out that answer.” Without second thought he captured your lips with his instantly sliding his tongue in as you softly moaned into his mouth making him grin, the kiss lasted for a whole minute just savoring the sweet taste of his lips onto of yours smiling against his mouth. He was first to pull back cupping your cheeks with his bigger hand, “You forgive me yet princess?” You nodded your head with a toothy grin displayed on your face,

“Yes I do— even though I forgave you months ago.”

𝖪𝖤𝖨𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖩𝖨

Whenever you get your hair braided he absolutely loves to play with them

Anytime you would come back to the shared apartment you and Baji bought after a long day of sitting in a chair for 4+ hours with your hair freshly braided, this man would instantly go to work and play with it. It was something new to him which instantly took his curiosity, he was like a child that entered a candy store with the slight of joy and curiosity lingering in his eyes. You picked up on the little habit he had gained whenever you got your hair done and honestly— you found it extremely cute how he can get lost playing with them.

You remembered one time when you came home for the first time with your butterfly locs and oh boy, when he first saw you with the hair style it was like seeing a queen enter his home looking majestic as ever. It was his very first time seeing your hair like this since you had always had your natural hair out— but he wasn’t complaining! Not one bit, instead he let his curiosity take over and asked a bunch of questions like

“How long did it take?”

“Did it hurt?”

“Is that all your real hair?”

You found it adorable and how clueless he looked when he first saw you, from that day on he would always play with your braids indicating— “It helps me relax.” He stated, so rolling your eyes at the statement you let him do whatever, plus it felt good on your scalp and was very relaxing for you.

You were currently on your guy's shared bed, as you were laid on top of him watching a show that was playing on the tv while he— of course played with your knotless braids. You hummed at the nice feeling, feeling your heart flutter. “Mm..you know.” You started off, lifting your head up to make eye contact with him as he raised brow, giving him your signature smile.

“This little habit you gained from playing with my braids is cute.” He rolled his eyes as he gave you a toothy grin, “Yeah? Well it’s not my fault you have such playable hair.” You snorted, “Playable hair?” He nodded his head with a so what proud look on his face of what he just said. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head placing your head back on top of his chest feeling his fingers find his way in your braids again.

“Okay Kei..whatever you say babe.”

𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨𝖸𝖠 𝖪𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖠

Whenever he’s tired or exhausted he becomes extremely clingy

You were sitting on top of the big round table that held you and the rest of the Tomans upper ranks such as the captains, vice commander and commander. It was currently 8pm going onto 9pm, and the meeting had very much ended a whole two hours ago but for some reason you guys were put on lock down— reasons being said some gossip that they saw some of your rivals linger outside or that they saw “spy’s” watching into the building.

So for the safety of the upper ranks you guys were instantly put on lock down, you don’t know how much longer you guys would be in the office building but you do know everyone was tired out of their minds and ready to sleep and go home. You could see that Mikey had fallen asleep on Drakens shoulder who looked to be slightly bothered by it but just paid attention to his phone, Baji and Chifuyu were having their own little convo, Mitsuya looked like he was planning something— could probably be a new design he had in mind to pass up some time as the rest were doing their own little thing.

You were reading your book to keep yourself busy till you smelt a familiar cologne go through your nose, you looked up from the book you were reading to see your sleep deprived boyfriend make his way in between your legs putting his head in the crook of your neck snuggling into your warmth wrapping his longer arms around your waist holding you close to him to take in your sweet scent that helps him relax.

You hummed feeling his breaths tickle your neck. “M’Hi baby.” He grumbled into your neck as he held you feeling his eyes start to shut on him, you held your book in one hand as your other was playing with his two different dyed locks, you could feel his breathing getting steadier by the second.

You slightly leaned down to kiss the top of his head playing with the little braid you had braided into his hair with a soft tired smile, “You tired Babe?” He only gave you a sleepy groan as he practically started to fall asleep in the crook of your neck while standing up. You softly chucked at the behavior and how clingy he got whenever he was exhausted. You only pulled him closer to you rubbing the back of his neck as you continued to read your book,

“I know, just a little longer my love, just a little longer.”

𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖴𝖸𝖴

He tilts his head whenever he gets confused or lost on things

Whenever Chifuyu was either lost or confused, he would always tilt his head to the side like a newborn puppy would do. When you first started dating him you had picked up on the habit he had every time something was explained to him leaving him extremely lost, leaving you to explain it in your own words to get him to understand.

Sometimes he would be tilting his head to the side more than once a day because oh boy oh boy that man gets easily confused whenever something isn’t explained right. It was like a full time job of explaining stuff to Chifuyu because Mikey decided to be a tease and do the shit on purpose, you swore if he wasn’t that much skilled, and wasn’t your best friend you would’ve personally kicked his short ass.

You and Chifuyu were both sitting next to each other as the meeting was about to begin. You were zoning out into your own world as he stared at your newly done hair you had in, he was itching to ask questions about it but he felt as if you would get annoyed with him so he just kept quiet. You could feel his stare being set on you giving him a side glance to see him looking at your weave you had put in the other day, you grinned as you saw that familiar curiosity and confusion linger in his blue eyes and his most famous head tilt.

You turned your way fully towards him catching him by surprise, “You’re staring Fuyu, what is it?” His cheeks slightly turned pink as he got caught and you were staring at him with a raised brow, “I was just..looking at your hair.”. ”My hair?” He nodded, you slightly smiled at how he was getting nervous from the stare you were giving him, you let out a giggle, “Chifuyu if you wanna ask questions go ahead.” His ears perked up by the soft tone you spoke with him,

“And if one question is, is this my real hair? Some of it yes the rest no. A little secret is..” You now whispered leaning towards his ear. “I use fake hair to make it seem like my hair is actually long but it isn’t. And that’s called a weave.” You grinned, pulling back, giving him a wink. He blinked a couple of times looking confused, “Weave? What’s that?” You grabbed some of the fake hair to show him, “A weave is basically combing fake hair with your own to make it longer than it already is.” He let out a sigh of ohs as he stared at the hair that was placed in between your fingers, “It blends in so well.” He examined and you snorted.

“That’s the whole point of it babe.”

[honeeslust]

Them | part 4

🖤 WC: + 1785 or whatever 🙄

🖤 So this is one for the anime guys with the dreamiest dead eyes and forever sullen mood. They're not wasting time with bullshit and some people can't handle that, but it's what draws you to him. He's not shy and he can even be so rude, but somehow incredibly gentle with you. If you feen like I do, it's because you know you're getting the best of both worlds…They treat you like a princess but they wanna possess you. The combination of the two?? I think it'll go a lol something like this…

🖤 Levi, Megumi, Toji, Choso, Suguru, Obanai, Giyu, Anzai, Mikey, Baji, Dabi, and whoever else you see fits 😊 all characters implied are consenting adults!!

It was the hottest day of the summer so far and it carried right into the night. You had stopped for ice cream hoping to get some sort of relief from the unbearable heat wave. You stood just off to the side, eyes to the stars in the sky as you wiped the sweat from your brow. You turned to him just in time to see him thank the vendor, handing over cash and wishing him well. He returns to you with the sweet treat in hand and an even sweeter soft smile on his eyes that was reserved for you alone.

He held your hand as you walked the short path to the spot he picked out for you both. Setting the basket down, he grabs a blanket and unfolds it before you and drops to his knees. You slipped your hand into his awaiting one. Your gentle Thanks earning his heart stopping sideways smile. You tucked your short dress between your legs to sit next to him, drawing in a shaky breath as you felt his hand on you. He just barely grazes the exposed skin of your lower back but your body’s reaction is intense. As you opened yourself up to him, his gaze steadied on your lips and the way you smiled at him.

Mmmm, vanilla you whispered under your breath looking at the perfectly spiraled ribbons adorning the sweet treat before darting your eyes at him. You were wondering if he would be as sweet with you when he fucked you, or would he be rough? The dark look about his eye hinted towards the latter, or maybe even somewhere in between. Either way, something seemed to shift in him. After all, you were basically eye fucking him, licking the sweet cream up with your tongue, maybe doing so just a little slower than you needed to. You could see how your teasing was affecting him.

Licking his lips, his hands roughly reaching for you, he pulls you closer. You were absolutely the center of his attention as he was already contemplating the ways he could make you cry out for him. He wanted to know what makes you moan and what makes you weak. What kinds of kisses make you shy away, what touches make you writhe?

Not much for words when it comes to how he feels about you, but his actions always let you know just how much he cares. Even the way he looked at you right now with daring look in his eyes, shining almost too bright for his ebony locks that fell over his brow in that boyish way. The contrast was so mesmerizing that you found yourself wanting to know what lie beyond the little hint of the devil that lingered in them. You decided you were done making him wait, you wanted to open up and give him control. You wanted to be his. Want some? You asked a devious smile upon your lips.

I’d love some. Before you can extend the cone to him, his mouth is on your lips. He moans through parted lips, making you thread your fingers in his hair, his own keeping you tight in his grasp. your tongue laps over his so sweetly that you're moaning already. As you shared the sweet taste with him, you forget all about the creamy treat that was now dripping onto your thighs. He breaks the kiss to your disappointed sigh. Please.. You tremble wiiling him to keep kissing you. He only glares at you, the corner of his mouth turning up, Steady now… I need to get this. Taking the treat from you, he went after the stream of sticky liquid, lapping it up with an inquisitive tongue shocking you with how good he looked watching you twist for him. Please don't stop. He never planned to, not with the way you were coming undone for him.

You slip the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, and he like what he sees. He doesn't care you're out in the open, all he knows is that he has to have you. He holds the cone over your body and the melting drops splatter across your chest. He hovers the it over your nipple and the icy sensation has you moaning his name while you squirm beneath him, your fingers are clenching into tight fists, shivers radiating through you entire body.

He was fixated on you, how you were so easily susceptible to every little touch. His mouth fell upon you, making your body arch, from the way he trailed his tongue all over, sucking the sticky mess from your salty flesh. He wedged himself between your legs, cascading more wet kisses across your collar, your shoulder, and back to your lips where he found himself needing to reciprocate how good you made him feel.

He makes out with you, treating your lips as if they were made of sugar, toying with the fullness with a skillful tongue. He breaks away, caressing your cheek with hot fingertips, Open for me… your lips part, little butterflies dancing in your stomach. Show me your tongue. You stuck it out for him. and it was met with more of the creamy confection dripping onto your palate until it spilled down the sides of your mouth and fell onto your chest. There's a good girl. Again, acutely aware of the surrounding sounds and movements, he knew he had the time and opportunity to indulge in you. You leaned back on your arms, the loose straps falling down shoulders. Please, you begged, inviting him back for another taste.

adoring the mess he made of you, he hooks his arm around you, pulling at the back of your neck to lay you down beneath him. He uses his tongues to clean you up ,sucking and kissing until his mouth sought out the sensitive bead, licking it up and down until he kissed away all of the sticky mess.

He hovers, his hips sinking between your legs but not quite giving you all of his weight. You hated not being able to feel more of him, but he knew what he was doing. He wanted you losing yourself this way. He wanted you ready to forget everything else and you were, sighing to him, legs hooking around his waist, you pleaded …need to feel you.

He takes hold of your hips that you’re ur constantly shoving toward him. Shhhhh greedy girl, he whispers looping his fingers into your panties. You tilt your hips, letting him slide the lacey fabric down your thighs. Grateful for the isolated spot he chose, he forcefully spread your legs open to him. gorgeous, he regards the enticing display, beginning to suck all over your thighs until they are left covered with his marks.

Now, nothing else matters. Especially not the idea of being caught in such a lewd display. If anything it made your over-sensitized core jump at every single swipe of his tongue.

He was enraptured, sucking on your salty slick flesh, his fingers now sliding through your swollen pink lips, your hips fitting perfectly into his grip. Was it possible to detonate upon impact? You had your answer the moment his mouth tested wetness between your legs. He looked on with a satisfied glint in his eye.

He never once lets go, never once does his tongue stop assaulting your clit, never once does he let you flinch away from the way his mouth made love to your pussy. He only pulls you closer, burying his face deeper until he can't breathe. He adores you like this, how you give you’re self over to the pleasures he could make you feel.

He wanted to revel in the exact moment you became his. Exploiting every weakness he knew of you to bring you close to the edge before finally knowing what you felt like.

By the time he's taking your ankle into his grasp, you're the one melting, trying to remind yourself to breathe. To experience each little moment and savor it. He kisses and nips along the inside of your calf. Reflexively, you kicked him on the shoulder, that tickles you half laugh a moan. He smirks, laying on his side behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as he undoes his pants. You are reduced to a pile of writhing flesh and bone as he prods you with his engorged cock. He guides your leg upward, giving you a perfect view of the blushing tip as he taps it onto your opening. He strokes it along your puffy wet lips, again and again, his words melting in your ear…my pretty girl so ready for me to feel her. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen… his teeth are grazing your ear making you mumble his name... Lemmie be inside you... Tap.. let me feel you, he bit down, pumping his hips into you, purposely edging your shivering cunt. Let me hear you say it. Say you want me inside you pretty girl, say it for me. Please please please ___fuck me, you know I want you, his sick throbbing in his hands, he knows he can’t wait anymore. He groans appreciatively in your ear when he finally inches inside you.

Ohh, thank you — you cry, your nails dragging up his arms. The cuts you’re making only making him grip you tighter. Rough little one are you? But look at you taking it though. He laughs resisting the urge to fuck you deeper. slow hands rub along your side as he fills you little by little. Gooooood fuckin girl. His voice rattles along your flesh making it hard to keep your eyes open. When your head falls, he slows his pace, keeping one arm under your leg, the other pulls your body closer so he could see the faces you made as he sank deeper into you. You gotta look at me baby, I wanna see it in your face. I wanna see how you let go pretty one, come here. Only half of it is in, but fuck does it still feel good. he pulses his hips, nudging at that gooey center that makes your entire body vibrate. That heavy feeling building so fast you know you'll break. He’s got you right where he wants you. weak, tears already forming in your eyes so full, baby I’m gunna come.

Yes, you feel so good.. wanna go deeper baby…lemmie fill you. He does exactly that, gripping you tighter by the hips to push in and out, that cock stretching you so good you couldn’t hold back if your tried. All the wetness he churns out of your clenching hole makes such slutty sounds. Mmmm, my god I.. I can’t, you’re crying and lips trembling, but you can baby, your entire body is shaking, his thrusts becoming heavier everytime he rutts back into you. You’re sprawled out against him, letting him batter your sticky cunt that was already soaking his pulsing cock. But still, he’s stroking your sweet spot, whispering to you keeeep coming, I need to fill you all the way baby. Your wide eyes peering at him now, he's finally burying every inch into you, so deep that you squeal his name, his breath catches in his chest when you look at him on the brink of losing it all, mhmm he praises ready to help you over the edge again, there’s a good girl, huhhh, sssss yess. Look how you take this dick. Fuck yes, come with me, pretty girl? he fucks you erratically until his release runs deep in your soggy embrace and you cling to him so tight that he can't pull back. He stays deep, your tremors milking his fat cock for every ounce it is worth. He glances over his shoulder, hearing footsteps approaching from a ways away. He kisses your shoulder again, already fixing your dress let me get this, someone’s coming.

Thanks to my love bugs who low-key encouraged me to just post my shit regardless. I think all that matters is that I get this shit outta my head. It feels good to get lost in imagination from time to time. ☺️ no tags cause this is shit 😩