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— ✎. . .“why can't we laugh now like we did then? how come i see you in ache instead?" ;
୧. tomtord's comeback in the big 26' was something i did NOT expect to happen at all!! i feel ten again, listening to pork soda for over and over while people from every corner are gushing about tomtord and "that one eddsworld animation", except now - even glass animals themselves are taking a part in those conversations, insane! now imagine if rusame from countryhumans or, idk, georgenotfound and klance from voltron suddenly rises back from the dead. 😭 im betting A 50!! on klance, mark my words .୨
— ✎. . . “why do you only look pleased in bed? lets climb the cliff edge and jump again” ;
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⧼⧼ :: [💙❤💙] : [❤💙❤] : [💙❤💙] :: ⧽⧽
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✎. . . divider ; crappy ass spotify gif is by me ; psd1 + psd2 + psd3 (while mixing the psds ive actually learnt to make them myself and added my own on top of these) ; last two gifs are by me as well, f2u .୨
Baji Keisuke looks like trouble from across the street.
Everyone knows him for that sharp, feral stare -the one that makes grown men flinch - and the busted, bloody knuckles he always seems to carry around like accessories. He’s the kind of guy people know not to make eye contact with unless they want their teeth scattered on the pavement.
Your lil menace.
Your lil baby.
Everyone sees him as a walking warning sign.
But you know better.
Because the second that apartment door closes behind the two of you, his entire persona melts like it was never real.
He’s on you immediately.
Arms around your waist.
Face buried in your chest or your shoulder.
Breathing you in like he hasn’t seen you in months even though it was literally just an hour ago.
He tries to keep his voice low, tough, cool. But you can feel how soft he really is from the way his fingers curl in your shirt.
“…Missed you,” he mutters in a voice so small it barely fits inside his body.
You run your fingers down his spine and he shivers like you flipped a switch.
“M’not clingy,” he lies into your neck, squeezing you tighter.
You smirk, rubbing the back of his head as he presses closer.
Baji adores physical affection.
Needs it.
Anywhere your hands go, he follows.
You’ve seen him break noses without hesitation in the streets…
but he blushes just because you bought him a hoodie you thought he’d like.
Or the stupid teddy bear he sleeps with when you’re not home.
He tried to act like he didn’t care when you handed it to him.
Then you caught him holding it the next morning.
Face buried in it.
Clutching it like it was oxygen.
He’s never lived a life with softness in it and now he’s addicted to yours.
He loves being your first in everything, and even more than that, he loves that you’re his.
He pretends he’s annoyed when you spoil him.
"Quit buyin’ me shit," he snaps, red to the ears.
But he wears every gift like it’s a religious duty.
Even the stuffed animal keychain hanging off his jacket’s zipper.
He swears it was an accident but you know damn well he put it there himself.
And he looks at you sometimes
that tough, scary Baji expression slipping,
eyes softening like he’s never seen something so important in his life. And you know he’s falling harder than he knows what to do with.
And that’s exactly why the sex is so fucking good.
Because for all the front he puts on in public,
for all that sharpness he shows the world, in your bed?
He gives you everything.
Every part of him.
Every sound.
Every tremble.
Every bit of obedience he doesn’t even show to the leaders of gangs.
He bends so easily for you it’s insane.
Tonight is no different.
You barely sit down on the edge of your bed before he’s climbing into your lap, knees on either side of you, kissing you with a need that’s messy and urgent.
Your hands slide down to hold his thighs and he gasps, body melting against you instantly.
"Keisuke," You murmur against his mouth, "slow down."
He shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes.
"No. Need you. Need you now."
And you can’t say no to him when he sounds like that—
like he’s starving and you’re the only thing that can fill him.
You lift him and he lets out a breathless noise as you toss him onto the bed.
He scrambles onto his hands and knees like instinct.
You drag your thumb down his spine, watching him arch, presenting himself shamelessly.
“Look at you,” you say, stroking the curve of his hip.
“So eager.”
He turns red instantly.
“Shut up just do something.”
And you do.
You get behind him, spreading him open with your hands, watching his body react before you even touch him.
When you finally slide your fingers into him, Baji moans — loud, helpless, nothing like the vicious fighter everyone knows.
"More - more, ‘m ready- just- "
You curl your fingers and he chokes, collapsing onto his elbows as his legs shake.
You fuck him open on your fingers slowly, deliberately, watching how every stroke turns him softer, weaker, needier.
"You let me do whatever I want to you," you murmur, leaning over his back. "You like being used like this?"
He nods frantically, face hot, breath shaking.
"Y-yeah… like when it's you— I always- f-fuck- I always want-"
You pull your fingers out just to hear him whine.
He looks back at you with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, already gone.
“Get on your hands and knees properly,” you say.
He does it instantly.
Because Baji might be wild everywhere else in life-
but for you, he listens.
You slide inside him slow and deep, watching his mouth fall open in pure pleasure.
You fuck him hard enough that his fists grip the sheets tight enough to rip them.
Each thrust knocks air out of him -each one gets louder, sweeter, needier.
You grab his hair and pull him upright, pressing your chest to his back.
His breath shudders.
“You act real tough out there, hm?” you whisper against his neck.
“But here? You’re all mine.”
He whimpers.
You bite down hard on his shoulder, leaving a bright red mark.“Say it.”
He gasps as you hit deep again.
“m’… yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours- fuck- I’m yours-!”
You feel him clench, body trembling.
“Cum for me,” you order, voice rough in his ear.
He shatters instantly.
Baji moans so loud it echoes, spilling hard on the sheets, whole body shaking, collapsing forward.
You fuck him through it, spilling inside him seconds later, panting against his back.
For a moment, the room is silent except for his shaky breathing.
Then- Baji turns his head toward you, cheek pressed to the mattress, eyes dazed.
“…Don’t pull out yet,” he whispers.
So you don’t.
And the moment you two step back outside-
He straightens up.
Fixes his jacket.
Wipes the flush from his cheeks.
Sharpens his eyes again until he looks like the same menace everyone fears.
He walks ahead, hands in pockets, face unreadable.
Anyone watching would think he barely tolerates you.
But you catch him glancing back.
You catch the tips of his ears turning red.
You catch the tiny smirk he hides when no one’s looking.
Because you both know the truth.
Baji Keisuke might look like a savage to the rest of the world.
