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Baji with Fem!Rengoku reader pls?

I didn't exactly understand this request... I think you mean a girl with rengoku's personality??

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Baji in a relationship with a really positive girl HCS ᡣ𐭩

I have this stereotype that an extremely optimistic girl is also a very girly person, I don't know if I've conveyed the concept... it makes me laugh to think of Baji, who seems to have a fairly grunge style, next to a girl entirely dressed in cute colors and he's like "oh yeah, she's really my girlfriend"

Looking at the other side of the coin, the person next to him should probably more or less respect his clothing standards, SO GET READY FOR GRUNGE/METAL/PUNK CLOTHES or anything to do with these genres. In the end, being positive and having style in dressing are two different things, so don't take my words too seriously

Rengoku loves to eat and so technically this type of girl too, so dates would probably be mostly dates in some restaurant or bar. Probably someone at McDonald's too, in the end it's enough to eat together and chat

Kind of guy who isn't exactly the most positive person in the world, for him there is black and white, there are no other possibilities. So there would probably often be arguments (joking, arguing about more serious things) about him saying completely negative things and the girl encouraging him in some way

I imagine a possible chat group with him, Chifuyu (or Kazutora, depending on whether he's in prison or not) and the girl. The chats would go something like this: "Chifuyu, we need to burn the car of the guy who bothered Y/n the other day" "Got it!" "NOOOO YOU DON'T, look at the bright side of this! you have a new friend" "Y/n, I think Baji-San is right..." "Chifuyu I was hoping for a little cooperation from you"

Rengoku is extremely protective of his friends to the point of practically getting killed (hahaha rengoku it wasn't funny, you were my favorite character) so I have this scene in mind of the girl who sacrifices herself in Baji's place on the day of the Bloody Halloween

This type of girl would definitely be the same one who, like Chifuyu or Mikey, would want Baji back in Toman when he left the gang (whether the girl is also in Toman or not is your choice)

I imagine Baji as a guy who is extremely interested in his partner's life, so there are often chats where his girlfriend simply talks about everything and he listens without forgetting absolutely anything. Rengoku is someone who talks a lot, so the reader would probably be like that too

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 !

✾˚featuring : ( my favs!) r. suna, k. baji x fem!reader

✾˚genre smut & fluff?

cw. fem!bodied reader, mentions of facesitting, cursing

❥ — 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Very direct, starts being more flirty than usual.

Starts getting handsy, like you two could be cuddling while watching a movie and while your sitting in his lap his hands will slide up your sides. Purposely sending shivers down your spine, smirking when he feels you shiver in his grasp.

Suna will usually be very obvious when he wants you, occasional glances being more flirty, touching your waist and thighs more, randomly pulling you into his hold purposely sliding his knee in between your thighs and kissing you breathless.

If you confront him about it he'll admit that he has been wanting you, and will shortly after tease you about not rejecting his advances and claim you like the attention while backing you into a corner. His eyes staring you down and causing your thighs to unconsciously clamp together.

"What's wrong pretty? Where'd that attitude go, I didn't even have to fuck it out of you this time. But you still want me to don't you?"

❥ —𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

Becomes more playful and possessive with you.

For example if your getting up from if lap to get snacks or use the bathroom he'll pull you back down, "Why ya getting up princess? Hm?"

After a while he'll start kissing your neck, slowly and softly. He knows what gets the most reaction out of you, and how hot and bothered you can get when he just takes things slow.

A slow smirk will tug at his lips as he sees you giving into him, taking note of this he'll then start to trail his slow kisses down the side of it this time making sure to suck just enough to leave a mark. Starting to loose control of himself as he hears your soft moans and feel you shift in his lap.

Finally to tip you over the edge he'll reach both his hands over your thighs and grip them firmly, before whispering in your ear: "Still wanna leave me doll? Or you wanna do us both a favor and sit on my face with those cute thighs around my neck?"

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⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂

INCLUDES | Mitsuya ; Draken ; Mikey ; Kazutora ; Baji ; Chifuyu ; Izana

READER | Gn (No pronouns but preferably Fem)

GENRE | Fluff ; Smau

SYNOPSIS | You meant to text someone else, you didn't realize who you were actually texting.

A/N | Sorry for not uploading, I have 2 upcoming projects that I've been struggling to finish, so that's the reason for my absence 😭

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐. 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢- 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Summary: Having you laid out all pretty for him isn't enough anymore. (Kinktober Masterlist)

TW\CW- Baji is 26, pussy-eating, cunnilings, AFAB reader, multiple orgasms.

Keisuke Baji loves everything about you, but if you were too ask him what his favorite thing about you were too be, he'd say his favorite thing about you is how you taste. You'd believe him, he always has his face buried between your thighs anyway, so it makes sense, but... there's something about tonight, he seems feral tonight. The tell-tale being how deep his nails are digging into your thighs, like he can't get enough- and he truly can't. He doesn't feel like his tongue is deep enough or his face is close enough- none of it is enough for him. That's why you're sat on his face, your thighs squeezing tight around his head as he holds you down on his mouth by your waist. His tongue rolling your clit as you hump against his face and pull at his hair, long and pretty, tangled around your fingers as your back arches and he attempts too push his face up closer to your cunt.

Growls rumbling deep from his chest as his eyes slip open and they meet your own, they're crazed as his tongue delves deep into your warm walls and he keeps trying too pull you closer. It's almost like he can't comprehend the fact that you can't get any closer- like he doesn't understand that his tongue can't reach any deeper, or maybe he just doesn't want too understand that it's physically impossible. But he keeps trying anyway, as he spreads your lips apart, sucking on you as you arch your hips closer to his face, hips desperately trying too get him deeper. His big hands squeezing at your waist as he guides you up and down on his tongue. Using his tongue too fuck you as if it was his cock that you're riding, continuing too move you against him, his nose nudging against your clit. Your grasp on his hair is tight, you know he's gonna have a headache later by how hard you're tugging on it, the thought of ripping it from the root pops up in your head but it quickly passes as his tongue continues too attack your clit; relentlessly.

"There you go baby, ride my fucking tongue- shiiiit there you go princess- good? Is it good?" He's breathless, his pupils are dilated and he's crazed as he continues too drag your abused cunt across his face. He's panting against your cunt as he continues too bounce you on his tongue, his face is drenched in your slick, so soaked it's dripping down his chin and bleeding through his shirt. His nails are so deep that when he slides them down to your ass and you look down, there's scratch marks, drops of blood sliding down your ass and staining the bed sheets more so then your own slick as he lays a heavy slap across the fat of your right ass cheek. It's too much as he pushes you closer to your third orgasm that night, building so quickly that your abdomen is starting too hurt and you're unsure if you're trying too pull him closer too get his tongue too slow down or if you're just yearning too get that point, too feel that euphoric feeling again. Your hands quickly pull away from his hair as they readjust to the back of his head, still trying too pull him closer, before going to your chest, only to, seconds later, brace against the wall. It's hard too sit still. Hard too calm your racing heart from the overstimulating to your cunt. Spreading and kneading your ass apart as he keeps eye-contact with your face as soft little growls fall from his lips and he's nuzzling the tip of his nose into your clit.

He's leaving open-mouthed kisses from your clit to the opening of your pussy, harshly sucking at your clit as you cry out, tears welling up in your eyes as your stomach sucks in on itself. Your head tosses back your tongue hangs out and spit slides down to your tits. One of his hands stays on your ass as the other groups at your tit, smearing your spit over your nipple before he roughly tugs on it and your hips buck into his mouth. He's preening when he feels your cunt convulse around his tongue, his eyes are going wider as his tongue moves faster, you know you're close but you know it's not for you- it's for him. As soon as he tastes the first pool of your cum on his tongue, he's moving and it's quick. You're on your back before you can even think as he's throwing your legs over his shoulders and he's spreading your pussy open wider with his thumb as his tongues shoves itself back in. He's gulping it down, he's not breathing as he continues too dig his face deeper into your pussy, warm tongue sucking up your slick, leaving hickies on your clit, the bud becoming quickly overstimulated as he continues too tongue-fuck you through your orgasm. But he's not stopping, not even as you push at his face, your body thrashing as you shake your head at him, but he won't stop, too pussy-drunk too realise it or maybe too un-caring, especially as he continues too lap at you before speaking in a raspy panicked voice.

"Let me go again baby- fuckin' please baby- I need it, I really really do baby please!"

Rainy confession

You were always a fighter, never one to let others walk over you and for that you had to thank your parents because from very early on they ingrained in your brain that you were to be no one’s stepping stone, hence why they were so adamant on you learning self-defense.

It wasn’t just that your parents wanted you to be able to defend yourself but you also had a knack for fighting. There have always been that flame inside of you that made your blood run faster and your heart skip a beat whenever you were in front of a strong opponent; you always loved the thrill; even if along the way you got a few bruises, there was nothing that compared to the satisfaction that came with winning a fight.

Of course with time you started to get in fewer fights to placate your mother’s worries and focused more in school. This didn’t mean that you started being a quiet person, never that, you still spoke up when things weren’t right and most people would call you obnoxious because of this but you didn’t care because there were still people willing to be friends with you.

You still practiced at the Sano dojo after school and that was actually the place where you met Mikey and Baji, both whom would always win against you, yet they came to respect your spirit because you never backed down from challenging them daily, even when the outcome of the combats would always be the same you still tried to put yourself on their level, taking well every kick thrown your way and with the amount of practice that got you, slowly but surely you grew familiar enough with their style and started lasting more.

Yes, you’d be defeated every time you went against any of them but at least you could say that you were able to withstand more than a second; which is more than what most would say, yet you were well aware that they never attacked you with their full force; it was painfully obvious that even Baji held back a little; they would mostly take a defensive stance and they’d rather knock you down than strike against you.

There was no doubt in your mind that if they wanted to put you down they could do so in the blink of an eye and while that frustrated you, it also served as motivation for you to try harder on your training.

Soon after meeting them, you found yourself developing a strong bond with them to the point in which you considered them to be your best friends in the world, well, after Emma who was always there for you whenever the other two seemed to move too far ahead for you to follow; like when Toman was formed.

It wasn’t just friendship, well, not regarding Baji. At some point you developed feelings that strayed from the brotherly love you felt for Mikey and fell hard for the black-haired boy.

Your senses were on high alert whenever you went up against him and it was more than your fight instincts. It definitely felt different, from the lingering tingle wherever skin met skin to the tremors would crawl up your spine whenever you felt his presence behind you, the burning behind your cheeks whenever you’d make eye contact or the way your throat would suddenly grow dry in response to you getting a glimpse of his canines whenever he’d smile.

Of course it never crossed your mind the possibility that he could feel the same way about you yet you were proved wrong one afternoon when you found him after cram school, resting against his bike waiting to take you home.

It started to rain on the way to your house but you didn’t care about it at the moment, the only thing that mattered to you was the fact that you were hugging Keisuke from behind, face pressed against the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent until it was the only thing your nose could register as it got mixed with the smell of the rain in a way that put you at ease.

By the moment you arrived home, both of you were soaked to the bone yet you still felt the warmth from his presence; a fire ignited by him burning in the depth of your chest where your heart was. Then after a moment of staring in silence at his face, the rain got heavier reminding you of the state in which you were and invited him to get inside to dry himself.

You got inside and after once you realized that your parents weren’t home, you ventured into their closet, searching for something that you could lend him while his clothes dried down. You found something and went back. He went to get changed to the bathroom while you hurried up inside your room and changed into a much more comfortable and; more importantly; dry set of clothes.

When you got out, you found him in the living room, staring intently at a picture that showed you around the age at which you started going to the Sano dojo; the same time at which you met him. His hair dripping down his back and the towel you gave him resting without purpose on his shoulder.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna get sick” you fussed over him and walked the remaining distance between you, reached for the towel and without warning started drying his hair.

That was until a rough hand stopped you by wrapping itself around your wrist to tug and then with his other hand he took off the towel, allowing for you to stare directly at his eyes and notice just how small the space between your faces was.

Your throat felt dry, the beating of your heart quickening deafened your ears and you couldn’t prevent your eyes from wandering down and lingering in his mouth.

“I like you y/n” he declared without a trace of doubt, simply, the way someone would point out that the grass was green, his eyes telling you how serious he was about what he just said in the way in which they didn’t budge and instead grew more intense than usual.

You choked on your words, unable to come up with a response beyond nodding like an idiot and smiling from ear to ear until your cheeks started to hurt but it didn’t matter because he felt the same as you and he had just confessed.

He lowered your hand, his free hand going to rest on the side of your neck, pulling you closer but slowly enough for you to pull away shall you decide against him at the last second yet you allowed him to guide you to his mouth and caught a glimpse of his distinctive smile right before he connected your lips with a bit of clumsiness; the feeling far too foreign for both of you yet so familiar at the same time.

After a moment of awkwardly brushing your lips against each other, curiosity shining through from both of you in the act, but the moment came in which you had to pull apart in order to let air back into your exhausted lungs but he pulled you again by the back of your neck to bring your foreheads together.

“From now on you’re my girl” he smirked and you simply blushed but nodded all the same.