I Love Nagi Bc He Looks So Tiny And Cute In Some Of These Screenshots.. And Then U Realize He's 6'3"

he's so bf

The same picture

A comfort technique I suppose.

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i know life and fate are scary, but i wanna be legendary

⚡️ i’m just getting back into writing after years so posting will be inconsistent

🔮 posts will be a mix of smaus and longer fics/oneshots

⚡️ i will write for fem!reader and gn!reader

🔮 only writing for the fandoms i’m in (inspiration for characters hits randomly therefore it changes often)

⚡️ characters i will write for; izuku, katsuki, kaminari, kirishima, hanta, tomura, touya, keigo, hitoshi, satoru, suguru, kento, toji, sukuna, choso, levi, eren, armin, jean, connie, jason todd, dick grayson, roy harper, oliver queen, bruce wayne, tim drake, barry allen, wally west, hal jordan, gambit, rogue, kurt (others can be requested but they may be ooc and i apologize for that)

🔮 requests can be suggestive and i’ll do my best to get it accurate but my confidence in my nsfw writing is extremely low (i may eventually write nsfw things)

⚡️ requests can be sent via my ask box and i will get to them when i have the time <3

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i'll fight the harpies and chimeras, the minotaur, even cerberus

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────⋆⋅☆ Fell in lust ! Lust for love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, street racer!otoya x Stripper!reader, dramatic?

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

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Otoya was the type of man who would live at the strip club. He’d literally buy out whatever woman he thought would look best with him. Sometimes for only the night, sometimes the whole day. Sometimes more than one girl. He came alone to relax after a race.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to find anyone who caught his eye. Until they landed on you. You came onto the stage in your tiny little costume, not doing much to cover anything. 

He swallowed hard, not being able to take his eyes off of you. His drink was stuck in his hand and he was frozen, lips parted. He watched you danced around the pole so fucking seductively. He moved down on the sofa he was sitting on, adjusting his length. 

The bright flashing neon lights showed just enough of your smile, curves, body, and face, but not everything. 

He wanted more, he was desperate to see your actual smile, your body without clothes, and especially the faces you’d make if you were under him. 

After you finished up. Someone came after you and collected all the money to bring it backstage.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the guy, he nodded and left. You placed all the cash inside a bag and stuffed it in your locker. You left to get a drink when you were met with an unfamiliar presence standing beside the door.

“Oh, hello? Can I help?” you asked, tilting your head. The guy with the dual coloured hair looked down at you, smirking. He moved in closer, invading your privacy.

"Couldn’t take my eyes off you out there, babe. Looked downright sinful on that pole—had me thinking all kinds of things."

He said not even greeting you back. You were taken aback by the boldness. Laughing under your breath, you smiled at him, thanking him. 

You tried going around him to get your drink but he grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him.

“Hey! What the h-” 

“Do you do private rooms?” he said, pulling you closer to him. You grit your teeth, placing your hands on his chest to maintain distance. 

“Only for some and i’m on break right now asshole”

You could hear him muttering under his breath, he looked down at you again.

“Please, just 30 minutes, that's all i’m asking for. I’ll give you.. I’ll pay 50k. Just give me a lap dance, I won’t ask for anything else.” 

The fuck?

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets after hearing 50k? Was he fucking mental? Or just rich? 50k for 30 minutes is beyond insane. Not to mention the fact that he sounded like he was begging. You looked anywhere but at him.

“I..” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Look, i’m not doing VIP or private rooms right now but-”

“A kiss.”

“What?” you scoffed, pulling back to look at him like he’s crazy. Oh. Maybe that’s what he was, crazy. 

“A kiss, that's all”

“Dude, listen, i-” he interrupted you again, making you wanna punch him

“75k” 

“Oh my fu.. It’s not about the money!” you said, trying to get it through his thick skull.

“100k” damn. That’s a whole 3-4 months' worth of work, all for a single kiss.

“I..”

“150k” 

“OK! OK!, STOP!” you shouted, pushing him back against the door behind him.

“Jesus, fuck.” you cursed, wrapping your arms around him, though your heels were high as hell, he still managed to be taller than you. 

You tilted your head, leaning in to kiss him. You felt him melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer till your chest was pressed against his toned body. 

He didn’t need to strip for you to be able to tell he worked out. 

He moved his hand down, cupping your ass, nibbling on your bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips.

Isn’t this going a bit further than just a kiss? Is what the logical thing to think was but instead your mind was foggy, too lost in his expert lips and tongue and the way his boner was pressed against your thigh. 

Even though his length was covered, you could tell he was long. 

You tilted your head back, letting him devour you, your arms tightened around his neck until you finally came back to reality and realized others could probably see you.

“Fuck.. hey!” you whisper yelled, pushing away from him. You looked up and holy fuck did he look hot. 

Lips red and swollen and eyes red around the edges. Did he smoke weed? You cleared your throat, looking away awkwardly. 

“Sorry..” he sighed, seeming down for some reason. 

“My money.”

“What?” 

“My money??” you repeated, lifting your hands as you shrugged. 

You scoffed, of course he was all talk, you can’t believe you just made out with this freaking weirdo and believed he could pay you. 

“Oh yeah, i’d say I’ll write you a check, but due to legal reasons, i won’t do that,” he said, laughing awkwardly, pulling out his phone and calling someone. You lifted your eyebrows, seeing how long he would continue this act. 

“Just drop it, I know you do-” 

Some dude randomly interrupted handing a fat fucking stack of cash to the green and white haired guy. 

Your eyes widened; you don’t think you’ve ever seen this much cash in your life all at once. 

“Thanks, man, ‘preciate it,” he said, and the other black haired dude left. 

“Thanks for the kiss, babe,” he said, placing the stack of hundreds in your hand. It was so big, it didn’t even fit in your hand. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, you stared at him in pure shock. 

He walked past you, giving you one last smile. You were frozen till you turned around to see the guy was gone. You quickly ran past the large crowd of people who were chatting and dancing until you caught up to him, almost about to exit the building.

“Hey! Wait!” you yelled, out of breath. 

“Hm?” he turned out, wondering if he had left something.

“Tomorrow..” you mumbled, coming closer. “I'm free tomorrow.. If you.. Still want that lap dance,” you said, clearing your throat and looking at the ground. Why the hell were you suddenly feeling shy?

“Heh, thanks, cutie, i’ll come around tomorrow,” he said, waving at you as he left. 

The same friend pulled up, picking him up and both of them left. 

It took you a couple of seconds to realize that neither of you asked for the other's name. Fuck. 

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A/n: for reference. 150k dollars in cash is around 6 inches thick (15.2cm). whats funny, this was initially supposed to be a oneshot but i liked it too much, so i made it into a mini series

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hello kenzie I am back to say NAGI BESY BOY MEOOOOOWWW

YESYEYSYEYSYEYS OMGGG THE NAGI BEST BOY PIPELINE!!!!!!! he truly is so baby <<333

also hi tokieee ur thoughts on blue lock are as always much appreciated hehe mwahhhhh

meeow 🫠

quick brainrot if u care

I love seeing my mutuals in my notes because it confirms they’re not mad at me. yet

i feel like i’m joining the party so late omgg congrats on 300 (and 200 and 100) followers that’s awesome

can’t believe i’m waiting until three days before it’s over to send something in for the event (strike me down now i’m a horrible moot)

but but escape room date night with tomura followed by dinner and cuddling at home while he games (congrats again 😽)

Date Night Event!: Escape Room, shigaraki x reader

You knew going into the escape room that it'd be chaotic, but you weren't expecting quite this level of absolute chaos. With about twenty minutes left on the clock, you and the rest of the league were nearly done tearing the place to absolute shreds. While the way the puzzles were solved was correct, this didn't stop the whirlwind of destruction that swept through the room.

The goal was to start the fictional engine in a submarine, currently missing a key component.

The staff had long given up on yelling at you all through the sound system, their final message stating their intent to call the police, (not that it mattered, because Twice had barricaded the door in the first five minutes.)

Tomura, who was quietly reading the "control panel" next to the door, was lost in thought as you approached him.

"You having fun?"

Red eyes still boring holes into the wall, he frowned. "I'm thinking about how we solve the last puzzle."

"I asked if you were having fun, not what you were doing."

There was a rare sparkle of excitement in his eyes as he turned to you. "This is easier than a Professor Layton game. We're crushing this."

"Well," you looked at the clock, "you have eighteen minutes to go, so we better crush this fast."

Less than a minute later, he turned to you again. "The code on the padlock—I figured it out." Reciting the numbers to you, you made quick work of entering them, based on the clues given in the previous puzzles. The lock popped open with a clang, allowing you to open the panel with the engine component inside.

Quickly connecting the component to the engine on the wall, the room lit up with bright blue light and faux ocean sounds, a congratulatory video playing on one of the screens. Toga and Twice erupted into cheers, then noises of revulsion as Tomura kissed you.

"What prize do we get after completing this?"

"Why don't you find out later," you grinned, taking joy in the way the rest of the league's groans, somehow more disgusted than before, blended with the sound of sirens outside.