Hello!! I See You Do Baki Fics! Could I Request

TEXT MESSAGES FROM YOUR VOLLEYBALL BOYFRIEND .ᐟ

Warnings: slight name calling, fluff that's all

Admin notes: reader is a soccer player and you get a text message from your boyfriend btw!

😩

Haha yo ass is funny now get me pregnant 😼

if i get u pregnant id possibly disappear from your life.. heh heh... 😈 i will not treat u right.

i've been laughing at this for minutes.

I will pookie! 🤍

You look sad btw so here

ALIIIIII

THANK YOUU thank you sm my wife 🥹🥹IVE JS BEEN RLLY STRESSED 😔

TEQUILA SHOTS .ᐟ.ᐟ

paring; toji x reader

trigger warning; drinking, fluff

The night was alive with laughter and music as you and your friends gathered at a cozy bar, the dim lights casting a warm glow over the wooden tables. You had decided to let loose after a long week of training, and tequila shots were the perfect way to kick off the evening.

Toji Fushiguro, with his rugged charm and confident demeanor, had joined you, his presence both comforting and electrifying. He leaned against the bar, a playful smirk on his lips as he watched you and your friends prepare for the next round of shots.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” he teased, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. You rolled your eyes, a grin spreading across your face.

“Please, I can outdrink anyone here,” you shot back, your competitive spirit igniting. Toji chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he replied, raising an eyebrow as he signaled the bartender for another round.

As the shots arrived, you could feel the excitement in the air. You clinked your glass against Toji’s, the sound ringing out like a challenge. “To a night we won’t forget!” you declared, downing the shot in one swift motion.

Toji followed suit, his gaze never leaving yours. The warmth of the tequila coursed through you, igniting a playful energy that made your heart race. You could feel the heat of his body next to yours, the intoxicating mix of alcohol and his presence making you bold.

“Another?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. You nodded, eager for more, the thrill of the night pushing you forward.

With each shot, the world around you blurred slightly, laughter and music blending into a euphoric haze. You found yourself leaning closer to Toji, the space between you shrinking as the night wore on. His hand brushed against yours, a casual touch that sent sparks flying.

“Having fun?” he asked, his tone teasing yet sincere. You nodded, your cheeks flushed, not just from the alcohol but from the undeniable chemistry crackling between

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Characters ➢ ﹔toji, gojo, mahito, deadpool, wolverine

cw; crack, slight angst, fluff

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cw; fluff

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cw; fluff

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paring; Deadpool x assistant!reader

genre; fluff

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Something something becoming an accidental prostitute for Simon lol.

Hear me out though, you’re at a bar. You’re making out, you’ve had a little too much to drink. Not enough to be completely gone like you’re sure Simon is but enough to be making out with a stranger.

Then you’re back in his truck, he’s practically begging for you to let him fuck you and you say no. You ‘don’t do that type of shit, one night stands and all that’ you say. Simon’s next thing is to beg for a blowjob, you again say no. ‘Part of the boyfriend package’ blah blah blah.

Then Simon delivers his final offer. He is so desperate he offers to pay for a handjob, he cringes after the words come out of his mouth thinking you’d be offended. But to his surprise you say yes. You need the money, and want him to feel good so why the heck not.

And it’s the best damn handjob he’s had in his life.

He drives you home and soon enough after a few days he’s at your door offering more money for another handjob. You feel a little dirty but when his calloused hand slides up your thigh and his hot breath is fluttering on your neck, the feeling fizzles away into something else.

Seeing him come undone with just your touch drives you wild, it becomes increasingly difficult not to do more for him. So when Simon comes over again, this time you kneel in front of him watching as his dark eyes widen when your knees hit the ground.

And just like your handjobs, it’s the best damn blowjob he’s ever had in his life. All sloppy and filthy, not like he imagined but so much better.

You don’t ask for anything but after Simon has kissed you goodbye -(after he’s done begging to let him make you cum)- you turn to find a stack of cash on the coffee table, almost double the amount he’d given for the handjob.

It’s not long after that, that you give in and let him spend hours between your thighs. He even pays you for that, mumbles into your cunt that it’s just as good as your lips around his cock as he ruts his hips into the mattress. You don’t see it until later, long after he’s left, but there is a triple stack of cash on your nightstand.

A day later you receive a text from him saying he’ll be gone for a couple of weeks on work but he can’t wait to see you when he’s back. You feel a strange fluttering sensation in your tummy that makes you feel sick. You thought Simon was the type to hide his feelings and be more stoic and blunt so seeing that message from the hulking giant has your stomach in knots.

It stays that way, you can’t rid the feeling so much so that when he finally shows up at your door you tell him whatever it is between you had to end. It was certainly not the welcome Simon was expecting after dealing with a gruelling mission with nothing but men for weeks on end. He feels something snap in his mind and suddenly he’s throwing you on the bed, gripping your jaw, brown eyes glaring into yours as he speaks, “I’m not goin nowhere sweet’art.”

You ‘fight’ with him blah blah blah but let’s get real you let him finger fuck your pussy until you go cross eyed. You let him fuck you into the mattress until you can barely remember your own name. You let him kiss your neck until the sun starts to rise. And you let him pull your body into his as you both drift off to sleep together.

In the morning you hear the envelope, heavy with weight to it, placed down on your nightstand. Then Simon kisses your forehead and whispers he’ll be back later to take care of you.

Then, the money stops appearing but he’s still fucking you. Soon the rent is paid in cash by an anonymous ‘good samaritan’. And before you know it, you’re waking up with a glittering diamond on your wedding finger and a swollen belly that moves when Simon says I love you.

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