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♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 Keisuke Baji x Reader: 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

SYNOPSIS: Your first full day at your grandmother's house couldn't have been any more chaotic, but among the chaos, you uncover long forgotten memories. However, with the decline of your grandmither's help, can you afford to ponder over them for too long? And most importantly, can you learn to trust Keisuke?

C/W: gn/afab reader, mentions of an unnamed sickness/symptoms, mentions of death, grief and mourning, food mentions/cooking, werewolf! Baji, mention of memory loss (?), idc how tall you are Keisuke is taller than you, subtle manipulation, barely proofread, dark content and smut in the other parts so mdni

W/C: 6,8k words

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Keisuke was right about you two receiving a lecture from your grandmother. As soon as you stepped down the stairs, you were sat down at the table along with the raven haired man, though two chairs away from him upon your grandmother's order. The elderly woman wasn't even looking at either of you, preferring to stir the bubbling stew while she preached the importance of modesty and averting one's gaze. “I expect you to dress modestly from now on” demanded the elderly woman “And I expect you to drop your tough guy attitude, Keisuke. This isn't how your mother raised you” You watched the ravenette nod from the corner of your eye. Satisfied with the lack of talk back, your grandmother turned around, a cherry smile playing on her lips as she placed two bowls of hot, steaming stew in front of you and the quiet man.

The remainder of the day remained relatively uneventful: your mother drove home, officially handing over the caregiver position to you. “Remember, if it gets too much for you, you can always call me” she offered, her hands firmly holding your shoulders as she looked at you ”I know your grandmother can be a lot to handle. If you ever feel overwhelmed, call me, and we'll find a substitute " "No” you vehemently shook your head, unwilling to back down anytime soon “I promised you to take care of her for as long as I could, and I am going to keep that promise. You didn't raise a quitter” A small smile played on her lips, satisfied with your determination “You're right, I didn't raise a quitter” were her last words before she took her leave.

Throughout the day, you noticed that Keisuke wouldn't leave your grandmother's side. He'd be close to her, offering his arm to her whenever her walking stick was misplaced, fluffing her pillows whenever she'd want to lay down, and bringing her whatever she asked him to get her. It was truly a sight to be seen: a rugged looking man, tattooed and ready to stare you down, acted like a lap dog to your grandmother. Thoughts ran through your head as you watched them interact, trying to decipher what the nature of their relationship was. You were still unsure why he was even at your grandmother's house when you were the one who was asked to care for her; you weren't even sure who Keisuke was. All you knew about the mysterious ravenette was that he was intimidating, remained silent most of the time, and seemed to care greatly for the elderly woman.

Hours went by, and you remained sat by the kitchen table, watching the raven haired man prepare Earl Grey tea for your grandmother. Your eyes remained glued on the tall man, watching his every move like a hawk eying a mouse. Could he be a distant relative?, you pondered, absent mindedly taking a bite of the apples you initially peeled and cut for your grandmother. They do act super familiar with each other, but that can't be it. He looks nothing like us, you noted, remembering his sharp jawline and even sharper eyes. Besides, you were sure you'd remember his face from past family gatherings. You were so caught up thinking about the ravenette that you mindlessly stared at his back, not noticing that he had turned around until it was too late. Keisuke's eyes met yours, and the intensity behind them caught you of guard; there was no friendliness in his chocolate brown eyes as he stared you down. There was no doubt that you'd lose if you ever held a staring contest with him. Heat rushed to your face as you sheepishly turned your head away from his glare to look at your grandma next to you, trying to act like your gaze just happened to land on the ravenette. The elderly woman was sitting next to you, knitting socks with the vibrant red Keisuke brought over. She hummed the tune of an old lullaby she'd used to sing you when you were younger. Keisuke placed two cups of tea on an old iron tray before he walked over to the table. He placed the tray down carefully and placed one cup in front of your grandmother.

Tea was served, and your grandma finally put her silver knitting needles down before grabbing her cup carefully. "I'm gonna have to leave now. It's getting dark, and I have stuff to do in the morning, " he spoke to your grandmother. She took a sip and nodded. "I understand. Thank you for coming over today and helping me out. " After taking another sip, she added,"You're always welcome in my house. Come visit us again if you'd like. " You lifted your head to catch a look at him, wanting to thank him first his efforts, only to see that Keisuke was already looking at you. Your mouth ran dry, and you felt your throat constricting at the sharp glare he sent your way. Without saying another word, the ravenette left. You listened to the footsteps become quieter and farther before letting a sigh out. As soon as he left, the atmosphere seemed lighter and less tense, so much so that you could rest your back against the chair rather than having to sit upright.

"Intense, isn't he?" You jokingly asked. Turning to face your grandmother again, she simply drank her tears before answering, "Yes, but he's always been this way. Still a very nice and helpful man." "I would have just appreciated it more if you would have warned me beforehand about him," the elderly woman cocked her eyebrow. Confusion was written all over her face as she seemed to process your words. "I mean, I would have rather known about him coming over. Seeing a stranger in your kitchen really freaked me out. " She put the warm cup down and looked at you with raised eyebrows. "But he's not a stranger, deary." She lightly smacked your shoulder."You two used to play together when you were younger. Do you not remember him?"

Sighing at your clueless expression, she continued, "Keisuke used to come over and play with you whenever you came to visit me. Grandpa even took photos of you two playing near the forest. " She weakly pointed to the bookshelf next to her pantry shelf."The thick, brown book is a photo album. Take a look for yourself"

Reluctantly, you nodded before standing up. You went towards the old bookshelf, eyes scanning through the worn-out cookbooks and magazines your grandparents collected throughout the years before your gaze landed on the photo album. You carefully took the book out of the shelf, making sure not to drop the heavy book before you walked back to the kitchen table. "Open it," your grandmother encouraged. Complying with her, your fingers grazed over the cover, admiring the golden and cursive letters forming "Family album" at the center of the book before opening the first page. The same faces you admired on the walls of the hallway were starring back at you, this time in more casually: Pictures of Weddings and birthdays, of children playing and crying, pets and items were plastered all over the pages. One particular picture caught your eye, however. Next to a picture of a black pup, you recognized your own face – though chubbier and rounder. A wide smile grazed your childhood features while you held the hand of a boy. Your eyes widened. There he was, grinning widely into the camera and holding your hand. There was no mistaking him. The little boy next to you was Keisuke Baji. Your eyebrows were knitted in confusion as you took in the information that you were presented with. Silently, your grandmother turned the page for you. "There's more," she stated, waiting for you to look at the other pictures.

She was right. There were plenty more pictures of you and him. One showed you two swimming in a lake, another picture of you and him picking wild berries, and the other one at the lake. From the looks of it, you were friends. "I don't understand, grandma. I can see that me and him were playing when we were kids, but" you paused as you turned the page to the first photo. Your eyes remained on the two carefree children smiling into the camera. "How did I forget him?"

Your grandmother placed her hand on your shoulder, the warmth of her palm comforting you. "Oh honey, you were just a young child when you met him. Friends come and go, and sometimes, they return." The elderly woman's hand slid to your back, lightly patting you."Forgetting people from your past isn't entirely bad, you know? Meeting him again gives you the perfect opportunity to get to know him again"

"If it were that easy. He doesn't talk to me, " you sighed out, remembering the one conversation you two had at the doorway that morning. Somehow, your grandmother saw this opportunity to fill in the blanks for you. You came to learn that Keisuke moved to the village around the same time you last went to your grandmother as a small child. Apparently, his mother was born here and decided after the passing of her husband that she needed to move back. Being busy with work, Keisuke's mother had your grandmother start to look after him for some time until he was old enough to stay home alone. As it turned out, he's a massive animal lover and studied to become a veterinarian. All the additional information your grandmother dumped on you made you question her intentions – you didn't have to know about his compassionate nature and unwavering loyalty, and you most certainly didn't have to know that he was single.

The night progressed, and you eventually helped your grandmother to her bed and headed towards your own bedroom. That night, you went to bed with a heavy heart. You would try and cover your body, wrapping yourself in the warm blankets, yet still end up feeling so cold. The feeling that there was still more to Keisuke Baji, the stranger from the train, your supposed childhood friend, kept you awake for hours, yet in a strange twist a deep sense of shame of having misjudged the man overcame you. Maybe he doesn't hate me, you thought to yourself in an effort to ease your racing mind, maybe he had forgotten me too. Maybe he can tell I forgot and isn't pleased with it – though you weren't sure if there later thought was better than the first.

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The sun rose too early for your liking, and with it marked the start of a new day. Sleeping in wasn't an option for you, as you knew your grandmother would wake up no later than seven a.m., waiting patiently in her bed to be greeted and led down the stairs to enjoy a light breakfast. One look at the clock told you that you had just twenty minutes to get ready and prepare breakfast for her before you'd have to help her with her morning routine. So you didn't precisely that: you found a dark red off the shoulder and black trousers and decided to pair with a silver cross necklace. As soon as you were dressed and freshend up, you heard scratching sounds coming from the other side of your bedroom door, followed by soft meowing. You chuckled to yourself, opening the door for the orange feline. Marigold purred as she approached you, rubbing herself on your leg as you bent down to scratch her head affectionately. "Morning to you too," you whispered to the cat. The cat leaned into your touch, meowing softly at you. "I know, I know, sweet girl. I'll feed you in a second"

You walked down the stairs past the familiar portraits and headed to the kitchen, where you would look for the cat food. Marigold merrily followed you to the kitchen before she walked straight to her bowl next to the dining table. You quickly found the dry food and poured some of it directly into her bowl before watching the feline greedily swallow her food. It was idyllic, and such a stark contrast to your usual morning routine: usually, you wouldn't have the time or energy tomorrow wip up something quick to eat, opting for left overs or whatever Emma has cooked that day before rushing to your university with little to zero care of how you looked. Here, you had the time to pick out a nice outfit and ruminate through your grandmother's kitchen to cook a light and easy soup. You usually watched your roommate prepare for you. Even if you didn't sleep well last night, it was still more and better sleep you would usually get back home. Somehow, taking care of your grandmother gave you the opportunity to also take care of yourself.

Deeply in thoughts, you didn't realize how quickly you managed to chop the vegetables in fine pieces and added them along with the seasonings and other ingredients into the pot along with some stock. As you put the stove on medium heat, you decided it was high time to check up on your grandmother. You stalked the stairs up but headed to the opposite direction of your bedroom. The long corridor ended at her bedroom door, which you knocked on softly before entering. You didn't have to wait long for an invitation, hearing a faint "Come in" coming from inside the bedroom. Twisting the golden door knob, you opened the door and stepped into the light flooded bedroom of your grandmother. The elderly woman smiled as she saw you enter, weakly pushing herself up in an attempt to sit. "Good morning, gran. Here, let me help you, " you offered, walking towards the king-sized bed and reaching your hands out for her to grab. "Thank you, honey," your grandmother took your hand before you pulled her up. "My back isn't what it used to be. Sitting and standing up on my own has become quite the chore for me. " You managed to pull her in a sitting position before you let go of her hands. "I know grandma, mom has told me about it" your paused, watching the older woman's face contort in pain as she stretched "I won't get better if you don't seek out professional help. Don't you miss being able to stand on your own?"

"No," she replied without missing a beat, her eyes averting to her hands. "What I miss is your grandfather," your gaze followed hers – a thick golden ring adorning her finger caught your attention. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as you watched her play with her wedding band. You could tell she was spacing out, possibly even reminiscing about your grandfather. Guilt riddled, you realized you should have approached her softly about pursuing medical help. You needed to get her mind off him, and you needed to act fast.

"I have cooked breakfast for us," you stammered out. "It's a breakfast soup my roommate often makes. I made some adjustments for you, so I hope you'll like it. " Surprised, she ripped her gaze from the ring as she heard you. "You cooked? Oh, I didn't know I'd see the day you'd developed cooking skills. I was sure there was no cooking bone in your body. " Worked better than anticipated.

You helped your grandmother get ready for the day before carefully leading her down the stairs and into the kitchen. By the time you have sat your grandmother down on a kitchen chair, the aroma of the soup you've let to simmer engulfed the entire kitchen. Placing the plate in front of her, you watched a genuine smile form on your grandmother's face as she admired the soup. "This smells lovely deary. My mouth is watering at the sight, " she praised, slowly taking the spoon next to her to dip it into the soup. Just when when she was about to taste it, someone rang the doorbell. "Don't worry, grandma. You eat, and I'll see who it is. " Reassuring her, you hurried to the front door. You would be lying to yourself if you weren't at least a tiny bit annoyed at the sudden intrusion, for you were looking forward to taste your soup as well. Who would even come by before ten a.m.? Taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down, figuring you shouldn't angrily swing the door open. After all, your grandmother was a very old-fashioned woman, and one thing she didn't tolerate was rude people and unpolite people. There is no need to have a second lecture today. You reminded yourself of the lecture you had to endure the day before. Opening the door, you prepared to smile and politely find out why someone would interrupt breakfast until you saw the person on the other side of the door.

Your face fell, both in relief and confusion, as you saw none other than Keisuke Baji standing outside. He intently watched your expression change, mild amusement flickering in his eyes. "Not happy to see me?"

"No, just didn't expect you out of all people to come over." You carefully replied."I thought I heard you say you would be busy today. " The ravenette's eyes traveled over your body, taking in your appearance. You suddenly became very self-conscious of your clothing, and the sweater you wore showed off your neck, collar bones, and shoulders – which was too revealing according to your grandmother. Yet, the fear of being scolded by your grandmother paled in comparison to the way the ravenette made you feel whenever he looked at you. Hungry was the closest you would describe his intense gaze as, staring into your soul was a close second. A shiver ran down your spine, feeling uncomfortable by his sharp stare.

"Yeah, I got it done quickly," Keisuke's voice grumbled out. "Wasn't a big thing to deal with. That silver?" He pointed to your neck. Your hands flew up to clutch the necklace hanging from your neck, tightly grasping at the small cross in an effort to ease your mind. "Yeah, sterling silver to be exact." "So no pure silver I take?" He pushed, his eyes finally meeting yours. "No, I suppose not?" you answered, unsure of the importance of his strange inquiry. The man hummed in response, seemingly pleased with your answer. Without a warning, the raven haired man pushed past you inside your grandmother's house, not waiting to be invited in. "I brought some stuff for your gran. My mom wanted me to bring over some fancy wine. " The ravenette turned to look at you again

"You might wanna change into something different, though. I didn't come over to endure yet another lecture. " Without waiting for a reply, the ravenette walked straight into the kitchen and loudly greeted your grandmother. Awestruck, you remained by the front door before you closed it. You didn't think he would be so bold and straightforward about your clothing choices. But he's isn't wrong. You sighed in defeat. Warm faced and embarrassed, you stalked up the stairs to your bedroom to change into something your grandmother approved to wear in front of men. While you were rummaging through your closet, a thought wouldn't leave your mind. Why was your grandmother bothered by you showing a bit of skin? No matter how hard you tried to remember, no memory of your grandmother freaking out over your clothes came to your mind. You eventually found an oversized dark grey hoody that would fit loosely on you and cover everything up. Perfect. Could it be because of Keisuke? You wondered as you pulled your red sweater over your shoulder and threw it on your bed. Sure, you found his staring weird. He had a tendency to creep you out, but surely he couldn't be that bad. The conversation you had with your grandmother the night before echoed in your mind. He was your childhood friend, even if you can't remember it. You had to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, grandma wouldn't trust him so much if he truly was dangerous to be around. You tried to soothe your mind as you put on the grey hoody. Yet, despite your trying to rationalize his behavior, your feet wouldn't walk out of the comforts of your bedroom. So you took a deep breath and counted to ten, pushing the worries aside as you forced yourself to leave your bedroom and walk to the kitchen, where the raven haired man awaited for your return.

You eventually arrived at the kitchen and saw your grandmother peacefully eating her soup with the ravenette by her side. The elderly woman turned her head to see you standing by the doorway, a small smile on her lips "Oh there you are" she patted her free hand on the chair next to hers, signaling you to come sit down with them "What took you so long? Did something happen?" You remained at the doorway, hesitant to join them at the table. Keisuke watched you lean against the doorframe, and for a moment, your eyes met his. You didn't dare look at him longer than a second. The irrational fear of him pouncing on you made you avoid looking at him. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

So you returned your gaze back to your grandmother, trying to focus solely on her and not the man next to her. "Ah, just a quick call to my roommate. Had to tell her about finally cooking something for you" The elderly woman nodded in approval, slurping on her spoonful of soup and humming in delight "Ah, I have to admit I didn't think you'd be able to whip up something so delicious. Tell your roommate that her recipe is amazing. " "I will, " you promised as your eyes drifted back to the ravenette beside her. You caught a light, amused smirk on his lips before he raised his glass to his mouth and drank from it. Strange how he managed to catch your eye when he wasn't staring at you like you were a piece of meat.

A loud yawn brought you back to reality, and you moved your gaze to your grandmother before Keisuke could see you admiring him. "This was lovely, but I fear I need to rest after breakfast" You frowned at the elderly woman, confused about her sudden need to rest "But you just woke up half an hour ago" You walked towards the older woman when she reached out a hand for you, helping her stand up "Maybe a short walk to your favorite bakery would be great" She shook her head at your suggestion. Up close, she didn't look tired and sick, her under eye circles dark, and her eyes unfocused. You noticed her grip on your hand was weak and her fingerpads cold as they softly held onto your warm hand. "No, deary, I just need to rest up. We could visit the bakery another time, surely. " Defeated, you nodded, forcing yourself to stop yourself from countering her empty promises. Truthfully, you knew she didn't mean it, but tried to calm your worries with a promise you knew she wouldn't be able to keep.

You left her out of the kitchen, though she suddenly hated at the doorway. "You are welcome to stay, Keisuke," your grandmother called out weakly to the raven haired man who remained quiet the whole time. He cleared his throat before answering her. "Thank you. I'll make sure to help around while you rest. " Satisfied with his answer, your grandmother continued walking with your help towards her bedroom. The elderly woman climbed inside her bed, head immediately hitting the pillows as soon as you pulled the blanket over her. "Would you close the blinds for me, please? I need it to be dark to fall asleep properly. " You complied with her wish and close the blinds for her before wishing her a restful sleep and silently left her bedroom. As soon as the door fell shut, you couldn't help but notice the stark difference between her somewhat energetic appearance from yesterday to her severity weakend self. Yesterday must have been a lot for her, you theorized, remembering the time intensive stew she made and her efforts to walk on her own, albeit with her walking stick. You felt sick to your stomach, unable to shake off the nagging voice in your head telling you to dismiss her wishes of not involving any doctors and dragging her to the hospital. Your stomach churned at the dilemma you found yourself in. All of the energy you had seemingly left your body as you limped down the stairs as dark thoughts coursed your mind.

You walked back down to the kitchen, seeing none other than the ravenette still sitting at the table. "I didn't think you'd actually stay," you mumbled out as you remained at the doorway. Despite barely being able to steadily stand on your own, you hesitated to approach him. You found it unreasonable, stupid even, that the ravenette invoked a deep fear within you when he didn't do anything at all. All he did was visit your sick grandmother and help her – if anything, that should make you trust him. You wanted to trust the man badly, but something about him put you off, something that you couldn't put your fingers on.

"I promised I'd stay," He simply replied, not even looking at you as his eyes remained trained on his phone. Silence fell overthe both of you, the only sound you could hear being the ticking of the clock above the door and the occasional tapping on his phone screen. Minutes passed, and not once has Keisuke even looked at you. This sudden switch up baffled you, threw you off the loop even, as his sudden avoidance didn't seem like him. Or did it? You weren't entirely sure what to think of Keisuke, but the idea that you might have simply misunderstood his constant staring came to your mind already a handful of times, but this time, you were actually starting to believe it. You came to realize that when he was paying attention to other things other than you, he seemed just like a normal guy. Eventually, your legs began to grow tired, and all of a sudden, the chair you sat on before leading your grandmother back to her bedroom appeared so inviting to you. He's harmless, you told yourself in an effort to get rid of every last tidbits of doubt that your mind harbored. So you walked over to the table and sat down af the table, the wooden floor creaking under every of your footsteps. The silence continued on as Keisuke seemed preoccupied with the phone and didn't seem to be interested in talking to you. You didn't like that one bit. You weren't used to being around silent people, as Emma would chew your ear off at every possible moment, and you weren't used to being the one initiating the talk either.

"So, how's uni?" You started remembering your grandmother mentioning he was studying veterinary medicine. It seemed like a safe bet to you, as you were so used to talking about academics with your peers and exchanging your impressions about courses and professors. "You're a vet student, right?"

"Yeah, I am," Keisuke lifted his eyes from his illuminated phone. "It's alright. My courses are hard as fuck but it's gonna be worth it in the end" he narrowed his eyes "how do you know though?" You began to lightly drummed on the table with your fingers, palms sweaty and nervously laughing at his curt answer. Somehow, you expected him to give you more details on his studies instead of a somewhat dismissive and uninterested reply, hoping the ravenette would reveal more about himself in the process. "Well, grandma told me about it last night" That seemed to pique his interest. The ravenhaired man turned his phone off completely, giving you his undivided attention. The way he looked at you told you he wanted you to go on, the curious glint in his eyes making you almost forget of the predatory the gaze he would usually sport.

"She said you moved here years ago when you were a child. Your mother was born here if I remember correctly. " "Mhm, anything else she told you?" Keisuke inquired in a lazy tone. He sounded mildly interested, but you knew better than to take his non chalant attitude serious; you knew there was one thing he wanted to know from you, waited to be told by you, and you knew the indifference, the boredom, was nothing more than an act. You took a deep breath and gathered the words you wanted to tell him.

"Yes, there was one more thing," you carefully started, watching him closely to gauge his reaction. "We knew each other already apparently," Keisuke's expression remained unreadable, giving you no insight as to what he was feeling and giving you no clue on what he was thinking. The silence from earlier returned, though, with the revelation that you and him were friends at some point hanging deep in the room, you found it this time to be unbearable. Doubt soon crept up your spine like an ugly spider, weaving nets of uncertainty and shame. Was that not what he what he wanted to hear from me? You tried to think of other important tidbits of information you retained from last night's conversation, but to no avail. Nothing seemed to hold the weight as the revelation that Keisuke technically was no stranger to you. Maybe he forgot about me too, you tried to explain to yourself, trying to make sense of his lack of response. "I know this seems like such a random, strange thing to say. I was shocked in the beginning too until grandma showed me the old photo album" you nodded your head towards the bookshelf "I can show you the pictures if you'd like to. There's some really cute pictures of us. " "I know. I've seen em before. " Keisuke cut you off before you could finish. "You saw?" you questioned carefully, eyebrows knitted in confusion as the realization that he knew all along set in. "You didn't forget me?" He ran his hand through his thick, dark locks and let out an exasperated sigh. "Of course not. I don't forget that easily, you know?" The non chalant facade broke, and you were sure you heard a hint of bitterness as he spoke to you. "So you forgot? You forgot me?"

Guilt washed over you, and for a second, you wanted to appease him and deny having forgotten about him if it meant he wouldn't be upset with you, but you didn't have the hard to lie to his face. "It's been years – more than a decade even," you tried to justify. "And we weren't even friends for an entire summer. I can't remember every single person from my past. " "I know that, " Keisuke scoffed."Figured you've forgotten me when I saw you on the train. That face you made" he pointed at your face with his index finger "told me everything I had to know" warmth rushed to your face as you remembered the sheer fear you felt at the ravenette's presence – you must have looked like a fool to him. You opened your mouth to argue, to explain that he couldn't possibly expect you not to be scared when he appeared out of nowhere and sat on a seat near you, but the words died down on your tongue before you could even utter a single sentence. He probably assumed I still remembered him, you defended him, trying to see his point of view firstly, and secondly, burry any thoughts of doubt. Instead, all you can muster up was a meek 'I'm sorry'. You didn't know what you were even apologizing for – for forgetting about him or for overreacting?

"Don't have to apologize," Keisuke knitted his eyebrows. "Life happens. I'm not takin it against you. " He sighs and averts his eyes before meeting yours again."So you here for the old hag? How are you gonna help her get better?" You welcomed the sudden change of topic with open arms. Humming you rested you head on your hand, mentally going through your options "I won't lie to you, I do think think there's anything I can do to heal her" you sighed, imagining your grandmother's frail body and dark under eye circles "At first, I thought it might be something psychological. Thought she might have taken grandpa's death too hard. You know how distress affects the body? " You saw him nod along with your theory."Yeah, true. She was a mess after he died. " The ravenette paused, seemingly pondering over something before continuing eyes trained on yourself."Ya know, we thought she'd die of a broken heart or something. Refusing to eat, drink, and to take baths. " He sat closer to you, leaving his previously occupied chair to sit on the one that separated the two of you. The sudden closeness reawakened the fright you felt whenever he was around. Your hammering heart could not stop beating aggressively against your ribcage, both from the primal isntict to run away, and the weird, newfound want to stay close to the ravenette You were completely surrounded with him – his body, his smell, even his touch as you felt his leg accidentally bump against yours.

Blood rushed to your face when Keisuke leaned closer to your face "You know, she's a very sensitive woman" he gruffly whispered, keeping his voice low "We both know how it will end if she's not going to see a doctor anytime soon" "It won't end pretty" you muttered back "It's won't end pretty" Keisuke confirmed lowly. Shuddering, you left out a shaky breath. "But how do we convince her? Gran doesn't want to go to the hospital. It's like she -" You paused, unsure if you should say it.

"Doesn't want to get better?" Keisuke, seemingly knowing what you wanted to say, completed your sentence for you. The ravenette scoffed as he narrowed his eyes at you. "I bet she doesn't. Wallowing in self-pity is always the easy option" Up close, you noticed smaller details that you never paid attention to. Somehow, you would always find yourself drown in his dark brown eyes, but with him being closer to you than ever and the light hitting his irises, you saw that they weren't just brown – they were a beautiful reddish brown, like the black tea you loved to drink every morning at home. Small scratches were plastered all over his skin. You assumed they were from the animals he tended to. But to your surprise, neither his eyes nor his scratches, or even his hands were what you paid attention to the most. It was his mouth. Whenever he opened his mouth to talk to you, you would be met with the sight of long and sharp canines akin to those you would see dogs have. How macabre, to have such sharp eyes and the fangs of a wild dog.

"There ain't no other way out. You gotta force her to seek out medical help. " Keisuke's voice pulled you back from your daydreaming. You fidgeted nervously in your seat as the severity of the dilemma hits you, the same opposing ideas swirling in your head when you just brought your grandmother back to her room – Respect her wishes of having no medical professional involved with the risk of her condition worsening beyond repair, or put your foot down and force her to take her health more seriously? Her will, or your will?

"Oh Keisuke, this isn't an easy decision to make" you frowned as you looked at him, trying to ignoring the way he looked at you made you feel so small and weak "I can't physically force her, that would be overstepping her wants and boundaries-" the ravenette cut you off with a loud huff "You actin like you're blind. This woman's health is in danger, and you're thinking of her boundaries. " His glare hardened, hand tightly gripping your chair."You didn't see her get worse like I did. You didn't see how hard it was for any of your relatives to take care of her, how emotionally and physically draining it was for them. Be the first with some fucking common sense and let me drive her to a hospital"

You shuddered at the harsh words Keisuke threw at you. A part of you agreed with him, your grandmother was past the point she could decide for herself, and God forbit you'd contribute to her health worsening; yet you found it hard to agree with the way he worded it. It sounded so cold, devoid of any sympathy. You wanted to tell him that perhaps you could find a middle way. Maybe there was a way to convince your notoriously stubborn grandmother to go to a doctor – and maybe that's wishful thinking. You began to wonder if Keisuke tried to talk some sense into your relatives only to have his idea blatantly rejected. Surely, the raven haired man saw the decline of your grandmother's health with his own two eyes – unlike you, who only heard of her condition through your mother. Surely, he's been having enough of it.

Keisuke's tone left you thinking he wouldn't stand any attempts of talking back to him. Something in you told you that he will keep insisting he drive her to the nearest hospital with or without her knowledge. You hated fighting. You hated arguing with the people you love, but most importantly, you didn't want to anger Keisuke any further. Defeated, you finally nodded your head. "You're right. This is getting ridiculous," you admitted. "I will let you drive her to the hospital, under the condition that I'll be there too. I want to be there when she will receive her examinations"

A wolfish grin spread over Keisuke's face, seemingly satisfied with your obedience. "I knew you had a smart head on your shoulders. You won't regret your decision, " the ravenette reassured you as he leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear,"I will come back tomorrow morning at the same time I arrived here. Be sure to have everything packed. " The little hairs on your neck stood up as he gravely whispered. Your pulse quickened, and you were sure the ravenette heard the thundering beat of your heart the way he leaned so closely to you. He didn't remain so close to you for long, as he got up from the chair and stretched his arms over his head. "I'll be going," Keisuke announced as his arms fell to his sides. You turned your body sideways to look at him. "Where to? I thought you'd want to stay a little longer"

"Nah, I got other things to take care of," the ravenette insisted. He swiftly turned to walk towards the door, halting by the doorframe to turn to face you "No getting no cold feet, ok?" Keisuke asked, though it sounded more like a demanding than a question. "No, I won't," you confirmed. "I'll make sure we're already waiting outside when before you arrive." "That won't be necessary. Just wait inside until I come over. " He cut you off. Immediately, you shut your mouth tightly, your lips forming a thin line. Slowly, you nodded your head before replying back. "Yes, of course. Have a good day. " Keisuke's lips formed a small smile, a sight you haven't had the chance to see up until now."Good. She's going to wake up soon. " he nodded his head up."Don't tell her about tomorrow yet. Don't want her to get a heart attack, do we?" "No, of course not," you muttered out a 'goodbye', sure that he didn't catch on to it as he was already halfway through the kitchen door. His footsteps grew more and more silent. The last you heard of him being the thud of the front door closing.

Your muscles relaxed as soon as the ravenette left, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. How stressful, how intense. Despite having agreed to get her admitted to the hospital tomorrow, you weren't sure if you made the right choice. It didn't sit right with you to go behind your grandmother's back and make a decision you knew she would be against. However, you also couldn't deny that Keisuke was right. Her health comes before her ego, whether she likes it or not. Or at least, that's what you're trying to tell yourself. You leaned your back against the chair's backrest, mentally preparing a checklist of the things you'll need to pack for your grandmother and an excuse on why she would have to get inside Keisuke's car without growing too suspicious.

#♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 #baji keisuke x reader #tr baji #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #baji x you #baji x y/n #baji x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tr fanfic #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers baji x reader #baji x reader smut #baji smut #tr smut

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delulu-sushi · 11 hours ago

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okay! Can I request little something with Toman x reader, but mainly baji? (All together, it can be platonic or not). But basically reader is an exchange student from America(or Canada) she Baji and his mom are her host family so she stays with them, but shes kinda awkward and not that good with social situations, maybe also really shy and hasn't quiet gotten good in Japanese but she's really sweet and friendly. Maybe baji and Tomas defend her from some students bullying?

SORRY ABOUT THE LATE REQUEST IM A SNR IN HIGHSCHOOL!

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It had been a week since she was there. And honestly, she was pretty exhausted.

Y/N had moved from America a week ago to Japan, as an exchange student, and she was excited when she first got there. Her host, Baji Ryoko, was a sweet woman and made sure Y/N was always loved. But her son on the other hand... well he sure was interesting. Baji Keisuke was the same age as Y/N, but he was always out-and-about, doing who knows what and coming back with bruises on his face. He was taller than Y/N, with long black locks he kept untied. Y/N could never imagine what he was up to, especially since he seemed like a nice kid. He would always play with a little cat that wandered their apartment, and he was pretty respectful, although a bit wild.

Y/N sighed and flopped her head down on her desk, burying herself into her Japanese textbook. She never thought Japanese could be that hard, but here she was, drowning in the only subject that was bothering her. On the plus side she was doing pretty well with her classes... but not so much with school in general.

Y/N was a shy girl, and despite being really sweet and friendly, social situations weren't her best suite. On her first day it was pretty hard for her to introduce herself to the class, and she awkwardly stood in front of the class, staring at each individual expression of each kid. She felt so... different.

She thought that it would be easier to make friends, hoped that some Japanese students would find her background interesting. Hoped that a new change of place would help her open up. But even when today the most popular girl in school, Hina Tachibana, introduced herself to Y/N, all they could do was shyly smile and awkwardly introduce themselves.

"Ughhh how could I have fumbled that!" Y/N groaned to herself in her room, until a small knock on her door startled her.

"Um hey" Baji said opening the door suddenly.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but ended up just nodding at him, like a snobby boss acknowledging the coffee boy.

Baji cocked his head to the side, amused by her antics. "Well anyways, mom asked me to go get some food and bring ya along. Ya up for it?" He had a cheeky grin plastered on his face, as if he was planning on doing something, but Y/N just figured it was how he is.

"UHhhh" Y/N awkwardly brushed her hair with her fingers, and before she could think about it, her head nodded up and down.

"Great lessgo then!" He smiled motioning towards the front door of the apartment. Y/N awkwardly got up, quickly combing her hair and rushing to catch up with Baji at the door.

The walk was... okay. Y/N didn't really talk much, but Baji didn't really seem to mind. At first he would try to encourage her to talk, but ultimately gave up and started yapping about his gang life. To be honest, it did shock Y/N a bit, but admittedly, there was some charm to his level of loyalty toward his gang. Sure he was a bit stupid, and he took the loyalty overboard a bit, but it was a bit funny. So funny that every now and then she would let out an occasional giggle, a chuckle, laugh that made her cheeks blush,

and a smile that caught his eye.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 weeks later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ever since she found a friendship with Baji, she started feeling a bit more comfortable in school. Baji had introduced her to his friend's girlfriend, Hina, who was thrilled to be talking to Y/N. Yet even with all that support, Y/N still struggled in social situations, going back to her little shell in public or in front of the class.

Her shyness during the presentation caught the eyes of some upperclassmen, and once they learned she was an exchange student, they saw an opportunity.

"Hey" A tall upperclassman cornered Y/N in a hallway, while she was waiting for Baji to walk home.

"u-uhm hi?" Y/N said meekly, her cheeks blushing when she caught eyes with him. He was tall, and his eyes were so intoxicating.

"You look new" He said with a low voice, his fingers softly brushing the sides of her face, "You got plans tonight?" He asked in perfect english.

Y/N knew that she couldn't trust a stranger but those damn eyes kept looking at her, staring in her body, in her eyes, leading her head to nod up and down as the guy smirked and grabbed her hand, whisking her away.

As they were walking away she noticed his grip tightening, her heart racing more. Suddenly, her gut started twisting, and she felt like something really bad was going to happen.

Suddenly he pushed her in an alley, where some boys surrounded her, causing her to back up against the wall

"Cat got your tongue?" One of the boys mockingly asked, "Uh-Uh-Uh" they mocked her, their shrill laughs echoing in the dark alleyway.

Y/N started feeling tears swell up in her eyes, how could she have been so stupid!

"Awww are you crying now?" the tall one walked toward her, talking in a baby tone. His long fingers grabbed her chin and titled her face up. "Stop crying you pathetic fuckin baby" He whispered in her face, his tone so cold Y/N felt a shiver down her arm.

Then she looked.

It wasn't a shiver, it was his fingers.

All Y/N wanted to do was cry, to have the strength to run away or punch these kids, and frankly, punch herself for being so naive. But her body defied her, and she froze in fear when the boy's fingers started trailing his arm.

"And what are you perverts doing?" A voice, called out from behind, and in the darkness stepped a small blond boy. He had a cocky smile, just like Baji, but unlike Baji, he didn't seem that confident.

"Oh ho ho, Chifuyu" the tall guy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and spun her around so her vulnerable self was out in the open for everyone to see. "What are you gonna do? Fight me?"

Chifuyu's fists clenched but just as he was about to step forward, a hand stopped him. Y/N looked up and saw Baji, but she could only think about how pathetic she looked right now.

Baji's face was fuming with anger and without thinking, he sprung at the boys and beat them up mercilessly. It wasn't a fair fight, considering Baji's power and prowess compared to those tiny underclassman, but for Y/N, he was her knight in shining armor.

"Hey" Baji kneeled down next to Y/N, softly wiping her tears, "It's okay now". As much as she tried to hold herself back, Y/N started brawling in his arms, his safe arms, and just kept apologizing.

"There's nothing to apologize for" He said softly when she had calmed down, "I'm the one who should have been there on time, so you wouldn't have to be stuck with these perverts" He shot a disgusted look at the boys limp-running away.

"Th-thanks" Y/N manages to say in Japanese, and Baji immediately squeezed her in his arms, "i wouldn't let anything happen to you"

"From now on, you're never leaving my sight" He paused, looking in her eyes and wiping her tears away.

#tokyo revengers x reader #y/n #baji x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo rev x you

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st4rgirllv · 1 day ago

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Hiiii may i requesttt a baji fic?❤️‍🔥 Where girly reader who likes to put on make-up and always looks put together surprises baji when he finds out she does MMA and is a badass lowkey when she gets angry. Maybe in a fight? And after the timeskip. Whatever u make it a fluffy or smutty it’s up to youuu❤️ thank you in advance!!!

ᯓ★ I loveee this idea, and so, you ask and you shall receive<3

ᯓ★MDNI

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢

If I was you, I would cut up my wrist XO tatted all over her body, yeah She just wanna roll and I don't mind it, yeah

synopsis: ever since your boyfriend of two years, Keisuke Baji, has known you to be very feminine—wearing skirts that fall right above your knees, pink shirts and dresses, bows, and makeup. Little does he know you can do all the same shit he's been doing in Toman.

cw: fluff, timeskip!baji x f!reader, can we pretend he lived please, a bit of making out, fingering, mentions of blood, underground fighting rink, swearing, fighting, lowercase intended, all characters aged up, pet names(baby, pretty girl, darling)

"bajii!" you called out to your boyfriend. you watched him look back at you slowly as you ran after him. a smile ran across his face when he saw you all dressed up in pink with you hair and makeup done. you were like his little barbie doll.

"calm down, pretty girl." he stopped in his tracks, putting his hand behind your back as you panted for your life.

"I told you to wait for me," you pouted. your boyfriend just can't help but think how cute you look when your upset at him.

"sorry.. how 'bout I buy you ramen to make it up to you?" he leaned down close to your face.

"really?!" a wide smile plastered on your face when your boyfriend nodded. "okay..!" you clung to his arm, leaning on it as both of you continued walking.

after buying ramen you and your boyfriend sat on a table to eat it. "hey, do you wanna come over later, we can watch the new horror movie I told you about!" you spoke with excitement. baji was about to say yes until he remembered the reason why you two are on a date right now.

"baby, I told you yesterday me and chifuyu are gonna watch something tonight, right? That's why we have a date right now, I'm sorry." he felt really guilty but his favourite underground MMA fighter tonight.

"right.. no it's okay, I forgot I also have to do something tonight." you smiled sweetly at him.

"are you sure..?"your boyfriend felt really guilty about this. You nodded, humming as you slurrped your ramen.

little did he know you and him were headed to the same place.

"chifufyu! hurry up!" baji shouted at the entrance of the arena waiting for chifuyu who was buying some beers and snacks. chifuyu ran to baji as they both entered the arena.

baji was scolding chifuyu for teking too long when the crowed errupted when the announcer called. "good evening, shibuya and everyone from around japan! Please welcome our three time MMA champion the one and only... Tempest Viper!" the crowd soon errupted into louder cheers.

"tempest..viper? shit, chifuyu you bought the wrong tickets!" baji smacked chifuyu in the head that caused him to choke on the beer.

"wha- not I didn't! They said the show is after this! but they weren't gonna let anyone in later so we had to go now. geez..." chifuyu explained. I guess baji understood that he was wrong for hitting the blonde in the head so he just went quiet watched.

Might as well get their money's worth right?

"The Tempest Viper...strikes again!" already..? baji furrowed his eyebrows as the match ended as fast as he and chifuyu talked.

"damn, she must be really good," the blonde munched on his nachos. Baji was still damn confused on how that ended fast.

"we move onto the next round...The Tempest Viper vs The Crimson MIst!" The host announced starting the fight.

"'ya scared, pretty girl?" your opponent smirked. Unlike you, her face wasn't covered at all. You had to cover yours due to the fear of being found by everyone.

Mostly by the hoodlums...

Mostly by toman...

Mostly your boyfriend...

"hit first, ask questions later.." you gave the other girl an evil grin. Poor her, she doesn't know what she's getting into.

"hey, isn't that your motto or something?" chifuyu asked baji still oblivious.

"uhuh.." baji could only agree, he feels that something is off with the way this girl was talking and fighting.

thirty minutes later The Tempest Viper was crowned a four time champion MMA fighter and chifuyu indeed bought the wrong tickets.

"asshole, I told you so." baji hit him in the head again.

"hey, it was a good fight either way!" chifuyu said as they both walked back to their bikes. "they should really put streetlights in here- fuck!" chifuyu shouted causing baji to panic.

"chifuyu! what the fuck happened?" he saw chifuyu on the floor as he knelt down to check on the poor boy.

"we happened." a deep voice came from behind him. as soon as he turned baji was met with a hard kick. if baji wasn't as strong as he was, he would've been knocked out. "you toman members think you can come into our teritorry and not expect to be beat up?"

"tsk, hit first, ask questions later." baji stood up with a smile showing his sharp teeth. pissed off, the other gang members then launched themselves onto the two people.

Although baji and chifuyu were already strong, after ten minutes of fighting they were already tired, kicking a group of twenty people in total. they were starting to lose.

"hey! don't you think 's pretty unfair to bully two boys when there's twenty of you..?" a voice came from behind the gang.

"who are you little girl? get out of here before we beat you fucking ass." you assume their leader said as everyone laughed.

"tsk, that just fucking pissed me off." you throw your helmet on your motorcycle, stretching your neck. at this point, you'd already changed into a sleeveless turtle neck, some pants, and put your hair up. "you better've killed me after this because if my hair gets ruined your dead."

after 10 minutes they're down and passed out around the parking lot. "fucking assholes, can't even fight a girl." you whispered, heels on one of their necks as baji and chifuyu watched in awe. "you guys okay..?" you walked over to them.

chifuyu took the hand you held out then baji, "I don't think you should've fought twenty people-" you cut yourself off when you realize who you were talking to. "baji?!" you put a hand on your mouth immedietly shutting you up.

"yn..? what're you doing here?" your boyfriend asked you wide eyed. suddenly your throat dried up, mouth wide open.

your hands were now behind you, legs crossed, looking everywhere, thinking of a reason to be at an underground fighting rink. "I... I- I was passing by...?" your voice went back to that girly front you put up.

"I don't believe you.." baji leaned closer to you closing spaces.

"you know, you look like The Tempest Viper." chifuyu whispered to you. Of course, chifuyu would just dig you a deeper hole than you were already in. and of course your boyfriend acknowledged that.

"are you..?" hie eyebrows furrowed even more than you thought a person could. A sigh fell out of your lips, you had to tell them, there no going back. The first time you try to be nice and it digs you a hole.

"okay..! fine, I am The Tempest Viper, I was just gonna blow off some steam and turns out I'm pretty good at fighting people. but sometimes i'd see a toman uniform so I had to wear a mask, and then next thing I know four time champion of that stupid underground rink." you rambled.

"calm down, pretty girl. I was just curious, you just never told me you were that strong. if I had known my girl was this strong.." he gestured to all the guys you took down. "I would've shown you off more."

"you're not mad..?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"why would I be mad you looked fucking badass in the arena." your boyfriend smiled looking at you up and down.

"you think so..?" you grinned at him, moving closer. you were about to close the gap between the two of you when chifuyu spoke.

"I'm gonna go..." the blonde said slowly walking away. you and baji watched him walk away akwardly. you giggled, looking at your boyfriend.

"where were we...?" baji grabbed you by the waist, kissing you deeply. you fell on top of his motorcycle, as he moved onto your neck. "now you have neck tattoos..? so much you don't tell me, I wonder what else your hiding from me...?" he bit the tattoo on your neck, letting out an airy moan from your mouth.

"I think you should find out." eyes rolled far back at how good he felt on your neck. "fuck, baji-"

"hmm..?" the vibration just made you wetter down there. you could feel baji's hands move down swiftly, unbuttoning your pants.

"baji..wait..! we can't do it here. someone might see us." you whispered loudly.

"baby...I just wanna make you feel good, hm? 's okay, I got you." your boyfriend whispered into your ear. gosh, the thought of getting caught just gets you both going.

slowly, hands crept down into your underwear. "shh..." fingers played with your clit that made you feel ethereal. "shit, you look so pretty under me like this."

eyes closed, mouth wide open, spewing out curses at your loving boyfriend as he inserted two fingers in you moving in a quick pace/ "baji- ahh- too much-!"

"you're a big girl, hiding secrets from me, didn'r even know you had your own motorcycle. you can take this one." he kissed your lips to keep you from screaming profanities as you were so close.

you whined under him to let him know how close you were. "shh, I know." he sped up his pace and soon enough you came on his fingers. panting as you laid on his motorcycle. your eye lids were so close to going down, you watched him lick his fingers with your release on it. "you taste good, darling."

after gathering yourself, baji drove you back to your house. getting off the motorcycle, you bid your goodbye kissing him with your hands around his neck and his arms on your waist. "next time, you don't need to hide anything from me, kay?"

you nodded at him. "hey, what about my motorcycle since you brought me home?" you pouted at your boyfriend.

"I'll have it back by tomorrow." your loving boyfriend smiled at you softly. you said thank you to him in your sweet toned voice and kissed him on the lips, bidding your goodbyes.

Guess there was nothing to be scared of

ᯓ★I'm so glad I got to finish this, anyway thank you for reading<3 | Masterlist

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #baji keisuke #baji x reader #tokyo revengers baji #chifuyu matsuno #baji smut #baji fluff

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m-neuvillette · 4 days ago

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Tokyo Revengers Men reacting to you hug them for the first time

Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora x fem reader

Author notes: creepy guy in Baji’s that touches you, protective Baji, fighting, abuse in Kazutora’s, panic attacks in Kazutora’s, swearing. Ugh I love Tokyo Revengers men, why can’t they be realll :(

Baji:

You unlock the door to the pet shop and walk in. You turn around to lock it again since the store is still closed. You head back to the employee only area and drop off your bag and jacket in your locker. You hear the door open and turn to see who is walking in. You see Baji walking in while also tying up his hair. “Oh perfect you’re here.” Baji mumbles out with his hair tie in his mouth. “Do you mind opening up for the first hour by yourself? I got a call from one of our suppliers saying his car broke down fifteen minutes from here. We need some of the materials today so I’m going to drive out there. If you’re not confident in opening by yourself I can call Chifuyu or Kazutora.”

You shake your head, “No I can open by myself! We don’t have any pets coming in till ten so I can hold down the store.”

Baji smirks, “Atta girl. I’m off then, don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

You wave to him while he walked back out of the employee only area. You grab your name tag and head up to the front of the store. You clean up some displays and get the cash register going then once it hits eight, you are unlocking the doors once again and turn on the open sign. Time is going by pretty slow, maybe it’s because you don’t have anyone to talk to. You then hear someone come in and greet them, “Good morning! Welcome in.” They give you a smile and go straight to the treats section. They pick out a couple bags and come to the register and check out. It was a quick transaction and before you know it you are the only one in the store again.

You look around to see if there is anything you can do to kill time. You decide to organize to toy wall. You hear another person come in and you step out from where you are to greet them, “Good morning! Welcome in.” The guy looks around and makes eye contact with you. The guy is tall and big but that isn’t watch catches your eye. His clothes are ripped a bit and messy, he also is swaying a bit. Is he drunk at eight a.m.? You decide to step back to the toy wall to help with your nerves.

Five minutes go by and you haven’t heard the guy. You think about going to look for him to make sure he hasn’t done anything. You are snapped out of your thoughts with two arms caging you with a smelly breath breathing down your neck. “Hey, sweetheart. All alone? Let me keep you some company.” The guy slurs out. You can just smell the alcohol oozing off of him.

You speak in your customer service voice, “Sir, I can help you find something or schedule an appointment if thats what you need.”

He moves one of his hands off the wall then runs it up and down your body then stops at your butt and squeezes it.

You smack his hand then jump to the side. “Do not touch me.” You snapped.

“Come on babyyy. I know you liked it.”

You take a deep breath and in your customer service voice, “Sir please leave. You are not welcome here anymore after what you did to me.” You really hate that out of all days this creep would come in, is the day that you’re by yourself.

He laughs while reaching his arm out towards you, “No I think you want me here. Now let’s go and have some fun.”

His hand gets closer and you can only step back and close your eyes. That’s when you bump into something hard. You open your eyes and turn your head to see Baji staring ahead with a deadly glare. You breathe out, “Baji…”

Baji grabs the wrist of the guy and snaps it. The guy howls in pain and tries to pull his arm back but Baji doesn’t let him. “She told you not to touch her and leave. You failed to do both. Now you’ll deal with me.”

He steps in front of you then pushes you back a bit with his other hand. You understand his silent message and you step back enough to give him enough room but also being able to see what will happen.

Baji then winds the hand that just pushed you behind him and sends it flying into the guys face. The guy crumbles down to the floor. “Stop it, please!”

Baji grabs the guys hair and pulls him to look at him, “Isn’t that what my girl said? Why should I stop because you asked? Isn’t that what you did, you piece of shit.” He then smashes the guys face with his knee.

The guy then falls flat onto the floor not moving. Baji rolls his eyes but grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt and gets him to stand, “Apologize to her then I’m throwing you out of the shop.”

The guy looks at you with blood running out of his face and having a harder time than earlier making eye contact with you, “I’m sorry! I’ll never touch you again and I’ll never come back!”

Baji tightens his grip on the guys shirt and drags him to the front. You hear the front door open then close. He then walks back to you and looks you up and down, “You okay?”

You just stare at him not moving not knowing what to say. He speaks up again, “Uh hello?”

Not having the words to respond you just walk over to him and wrap your arms tightly around him. Baji is quick to wrap an arm around your waist and put a hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to his chest.

“I need you to answer me. Did that guy ever touch you before I came back?”

You gulp and let out a meek, “Yes.”

You feel Baji loosen his grip, “Fuck, imma kill him.”

You hold him tighter not letting him walk away, “No, it’s fine now. Just, I don’t want to let go yet.”

Baji groans, “Fine but only because you like this.”

“I like it very much and with how fast your heart is racing, I think you like it too.” You put your chin on his chest and look up at him, “After all, you said I’m your girl.”

“I do like hugging you, it’s nice and warm. Also you are my girl, I’ll protect you anytime.” Baji flicks your forehead.

“Ow! What was that for? Wait since that means I’m your girl, does that mean you’re my man?”

Baji smiles, “Yeah, yeah it does.”

Chifuyu:

You should have known your Friday night with your “friends” would have gone this way. They sent you to the wrong bar on purpose then proceeded to block your number. Guess it saves you the hassle of blocking them later. All you know now is that you’re cold, tired, and upset. You look down at your phone to see that it is 8, you sigh and look back up. You look around to your left and right then look up at the sky. The area you are in is not safe for a girl to be out this late by themselves.

You shift back and forward on your feet trying to figure out what to do. Walking on your own to your apartment is out of the question. You could call a taxi like you did to get here but doing it alone at night made you uncomfortable. You do have one idea but you don’t want to be a burden. You could call Chifuyu and ask him to pick you up, but he’s closing the pet store all by himself tonight. The last thing you need to do is to add more stuff to his plate. You feel your phone buzz and you look down to see the notification.

Chifuyu

Hey. How is your night going?

You want to hit your head against the brick wall behind you reading that.

It could be better.

Did something happen?

You could say that.

What happened?

Well they sent me to a random bar in this bad area. Once I realized they weren’t here I tried to message them but they all blocked me. So now I am here alone.

You see he read the message but a couple minutes go by and no response. You go to look away but your phone starts ringing and you see Chifuyu’s profile pop up. You murmur “shit” under your breath. You answer the call, “Hello?”

“Hey sorry I had to get the customers out of the store. But where are you? I’m coming to pick you up.” 

“NO! You don’t have to do that, I’ll just take a taxi. Plus Baji is going to be mad you closed up early.”

“Baji doesn’t care. He had to come in tonight to fix some shipping logs so he’s at the store now. He even pushed me out the door when I told him. So send your location to me.”

You sigh in defeat and pull your phone from your ear to share your location with him. “Did you get it?” You hear some rustling on Chifuyu’s end and then “THEY SENT YOU THERE?! That place is dangerous for you to be all alone! Fuck, I’ll get there as soon as I can. Just try to stay out of sight.”

You try to keep the tears that are building up in your eyes at bay. You whisper out a meek, “Okay.”

“Hey come on don’t cry on me-“ You then cut the call not being able to handle the situation any more. You walk to a pair of stairs up to a random building and sit down. You bury your face in your hands and can’t hold back the tears anymore. You let out heavy sobs and short breaths. Why did this have to happen to you? Why did your “friends” do this to you? You were nothing but kind to them. Now you are also burdening Chifuyu.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you started crying. You hear an engine of a motorcycle getting closer then hear it stop. Chifuyu then calls your name, “I don’t appreciate you hanging up on me but-“ before he could finish you are throwing your arms around his neck and pulling close, “Chifuyu…”

Chifuyu’s brain short circuits at the situation. His heart races at the thought of you hugging him. You two haven’t known each other for too long, you met through Baji at a bar the Toman guys frequent. He really wishes the hug could have been under a different circumstance because he can feel your wet face in his shoulder, your body shivering, and the sad tone in your voice.

Chifuyu hasn’t returned the hug and isn’t moving. Did you make him uncomfortable? You loosen your grip and go to step back before you are pulled back into a warm embrace by two strong arms. Chifuyu whispers, “Don’t let go.” You two stand by his motorcycle holding each other for a couple minutes in silence until a big gust of wind blows. The dress you are wearing really isn’t doing much to keep you warm so you bury yourself into Chifuyu more.

But Chifuyu has the opposite reaction he lets go and steps back. He takes off the light tan zip up jacket he had on and puts it on your shoulders. “They really left you looking like this all alone in the cold? Damn I would beat them all up if they were here.”

You put your arms through the jacket and zip it up, “I shouldn’t have worn this dress.”

“Why?”

“It isn’t the most practical.”

Chifuyu stares at you blankly. “I don’t care, I think you look very pretty. But let’s get you out of the cold.” He then turns around and grabs a helmet then holds it out to you. The both of you ignore your blush while you grab the helmet. “Thank you Chifuyu and I mean for everything.”

He hops on his bike then helps you get on behind him, “It’s no problem really. Do you have any plans tomorrow?”

“No, I don’t.”

��Okay then we are going back to my place and playing video games all night. We’ll stop and get takeout on the way back too. Then I’m taking you out for breakfast, because I will not waste my time with you. Also you can also change into some of my clothes when we get to my place. As much as I love you in that dress, I bet you want to be more comfortable.” Chifuyu then starts his bike then starts to take off to his apartment.

You cuddle up to him enjoying his warmth, “That sounds perfect.”

Kazutora:

You knock on Kazutora’s apartment door and hear a “It’s open.” You open the door and walk in. You kick off your shoes and walk into his living room setting up the tv for movie night. “I brought the snacks!” Holding up bags from the convenience store down the street from his place. Kazutora gives you a nod while setting up the movie.

You see he has a bunch of pillows and blankets on the couch. Kazutora follows your stare, “I set up the couch per your instructions.”

“YAY! Thank you, now I can bury myself.”

Kazutora laughs, “Do whatever you want. Just don’t take all the snacks with you.”

“Don’t worry! I got all your favorites.” You respond while handing him one of the bags. Kazutora lightly smiles then guides you to the couch.

You pull your snacks out of your bag then bury yourself in the blankets. Kazutora just giggles and shakes his head at your antics then starts the movie.

You never heard of this movie so you turn to Kazutora and ask, “What’s the movie about?”

He shrugs, “Don’t know. The worker at the video shop recommended it to me. All he said was that it was really good and had a good message.”

You nod and turn your attention back to the tv. You eat your snacks while the movie goes on. It ends up being about a young boy with his abusive parents. What an interesting recommendation. Maybe the boy becomes super successful?

About twenty minutes into the movie you are cold despite all the blankets you’re under. You look back at Kazutora who’s oddly interested in the movie. Sensing your gaze he turns his head making his earring make the little ‘ding’ noise.

“Kazutora are you cold?”

“No. Are you?” You shake your head and he doesn’t say anything. Kazutora ends up sliding close to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into him. He’s radiating heat, he’s so warm.

You snuggle into him and sigh, “You’re really warm.”

“Well I gotta make sure you’re not cold, right?” He says while tightening his grip on your shoulder.

The movie goes on and that’s when the physical abuse starts. The dad starts beating the mom in front of the kid then yelling at the kid. The mom is just screaming then starts fighting and punching back at the dad. Kazutora shifts slightly but you pay it no mind, thinking he’s just trying to get comfortable.

The next couple scenes are the parents trying to convince the boy to pick “who the better parent is.” In your opinion they are both assholes. But while you think about what the boy should say you feel Kazutora stiffen. That’s not like him.

The boy starts to cry and say he can’t pick a side and the parents yell at him. Kazutora quickly takes his arm off of you and cover his ears while folding his body in half.

You’re shocked by his reaction. You get up and try to kneel in front of him to get him to look at you, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You question.

Kazutora starts to heave, “Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off.” He keeps repeating really fast. You quickly turn around and turn off the tv which stops the movie.

You then turn your full attention back to Kazutora and put your hands over his and rub your thumbs against his knuckles. “It’s off.” Kazutora takes hands off his ears but is still heaving.

“Hey, take a deep breath with me okay?” You say while standing up and putting your hands on his shoulders, “Let’s get you to sit up okay? That’ll help your breathing.”

Kazutora’s body goes on autopilot while you push him upright. “Okay now follow along with me… deep breath in… deep breath out.” You lead him through a breathing exercise and it calms him down.

You’re still standing up but you lean a bit in brushing some of his multi colored hair out of his face. “You okay?” Kazutora just nods. “Want to talk about it?”

Kazutora looks away and mumbles. You couldn’t hear him at all. You sigh then apologize, “I’m sorry but I didn’t hear you.”

He makes sure to keep his gaze off of you, “I’m like the boy. I am that boy.”

You look at him puzzled, “What do you mean?”

He runs a hand over his face, still avoiding eye contact. You can see he thinks for a minute or two about what he wants to say. Kazutora turns back to you, those yellow eyes you’ve grown to love look lifeless.

Without blinking Kazutora tells you, “My parents were very abusive to each other. Whether it be in front of me or while I wasn’t home, it seemed like they never stopped. My entire childhood they begged me to pick a side and defend them against the other. I never had the heart to pick because I didn’t agree with either of them. I was a kid and I was so confused. I felt like if I did pick a side, I’d start getting abused. I never felt a loving touch from my parents and don’t know what a loving touch is. So watching the movie brought back memories I didn’t want to remember, especially after I built a great life for myself.”

You stare at him, while your mouth keeps opening and closing. You feel the tears burn your eyes but you hold them back not wanting to make him more upset. You don’t know how to respond so what you do next catches him off guard.

You throw your hands around his shoulders and pull him into you. The hug is quite awkward due to you standing. Kazutora freezes under your grip not knowing what to do.

You realize your mistake, “Shit, I’m so sorry. I can’t let go if you don’t like it.”

Kazutora panics. Yes, he’s never really had a hug and a touch like this before. But it feels so right. It feels warm and it makes him so happy. He feels you start to pull away but before you can he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you into his lap.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you as close as he can. He then hides his head into your shoulder. “Please don’t. I really like this, it feels… right.” Kazutora whispers.

“Then we will stay like this.” You smile into his hair while running your hands through it.

You two sit there for a while in silence enjoying each other’s warmth. You think about how hard that must be to bring up and talk about it for him. You call out to him, “Kazutora?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for telling me. It must have been hard but I promise, as long as you know me you’ll always know and experience a loving touch.”

Kazutora pulls himself out of your shoulder and looks at you smiling, “Thank you. You mean the absolute world to me.”

“You are my world Kazutora.” You respond quickly while placing a kiss to his forehead.

Kazutora blushes and tightens his grip on you. “I want us to go on a date.”

“That sounds perfect.” Kazutora beams at your answer then pulls you to lay down on top of him. You two cuddle until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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nagislut · 12 days ago

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ℬ𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝒾 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊

ℬ𝒶𝒿𝒾 𝓀ℯ𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓀ℯ 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈

- He loves eating you wet cunt saying it’s his favorite meal of the day, and he won’t stop until he has you a shaking mess.

-His favorite position is 69 obviously loves eating your pretty pussy while you suck his fat cock he will give you harsh slaps and move his hips so his cock goes deeper into your mouth

-When’s he’s horny he’s horny doesn’t care if he’s in public or at a friends house he will have you on your knees while he pulls your hair so it goes deport into your throat

-He loves marking you so everyone can see your his and his only, when going out in public together he makes sure your marked up so no other guy can stare at you

-When he goes to toman meetings you start missing him so you send him pictures of you in a bra and panties knowing he gets really horny, he even left right in the middle of a meeting just so he can go home and fuck you till you couldn’t walk anymore

-You broke up with him at one point since he was always busy and wouldn’t spend anytime with you anymore, after hearing this he went straight to your house to fuck you begging you to take him back saying no one else can fuck you as good as him leaving you drunk on his cock from his pounding into you with so much force

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #baji keisuke #baji x reader #bajixreadersmut

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burekforsatoru · 13 days ago

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home is where we are

ch 1/3 | read it on ao3 baji keisuke/chifuyu matsuno/f!reader having lived with your darling boyfriends for a while, you should already be used to them coming home bruised and in all kinds of states. but it doesn't make it any easier each time. so with chifuyu sitting there with freshly applied bandages and baji still not home, you can't help but worry. once you find out he's safe, though, you can finally relax and enjoy the presence and the touches of your other darling. wc: 4.4k tags: smut, oral sex, piv, eventual threesome, unprotected

“where did you leave that dickhead?” your words are serious enough, but the tone of delivery is still a little worried as you place the last bandage on chifuyu’s forehead. he winces when you press on the fresh cut, but knows better than to curse out loud when you’re doing him a solid.

“ow, i didn’t leave him, he’s a whole ass adult.” chifuyu sighs, feeling a little relieved now that it’s over. you always patch him up so well, even if you do give him shit for getting so beat up in the first place, but he understands it’s what comes in the package of living with you. “he left on his own, chased after some assholes that wanted to dip from the fight.”

you sigh. of course, you think, it's fucking baji. but there's a stupid feeling of worry bubbling up in your chest as you put away the leftover bandages into a first aid box and push it all back into the drawer. chifuyu checks his phone, it's a few minutes til midnight. almost time for a check in, but he can't let his brain run wild. he lifts his head up, seeing you chew on your bottom lip which always gives you away, so he deals with you the best way he knows – by taking your hands into his and pressing grateful kisses along your unbruised knuckles.

you soften a little, knowing it's useless worrying when baji is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. his tendency to go off on his own always results in him coming home with a couple of extra bruises, bloodied knuckles, and maybe a split lip. nothing permanent, nothing truly dangerous. but the ‘what ifs’ plague you, so much so that you barely notice chifuyu slipping out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to make you some tea. the noise of that old kettle snaps you out of your thoughts and you walk in after him, wrapping your arms around his bare waist as he browses the extensive tea collection the three of you have amassed through the years.

“peppermint, please.” you murmur against his back, kissing his skin as the top half of his uniform hangs around his waist. chifuyu drops the tea bag into your favorite mug along with a squeeze of honey and pours water into it, ignoring the fact that it's nearly time for baji to check in with you, to let you know he's safe. he doesn't check his phone, but neither of you can help your eyes flitting to the black screen while you stand in the kitchen, letting the soft sounds of the constantly on radio flow around you, usually a tempting melody to dance to, this time simply irrelevant. irrelevant until you know that he's safe.

the absolute bastard, chifuyu’s phone lights up just as the numbers change to 00:00 and there's a strip across the screen with baji’s name and contact photo, the message for the group chat reading “alive and well, just chased a few losers down and now driving around. be back later.” you can finally relax. chifuyu closes his fist on top of the kitchen counter and you relax your hold on his waist, enough to allow him to turn around before you squeeze him into a hug again.

“it's okay,” he murmurs into the top of your head before pressing a sweet kiss to it, “back later, yeah? that's what he said.” chifuyu doesn't mention it's midnight on the dot, that he usually gets back earlier if he's not with mikey. but he's the captain, and chifuyu is his right hand man. there's no way he would talk badly about baji, not when he's doing some toman shit or other.

“gonna fucking kill him.” you mumble into chifuyu’s chest, inhaling his scent mixed with sweat, and pulling away only to take a look at the steaming cup from the counter.

“mhm, sure.” he chuckles, smoothing your hair before dipping his head down to brush his lips against yours. “we'll see about that.” then he claims a proper kiss, parting your lips as you melt into him.

chifuyu has always had a certain softness within him, the gentle way in which he handles you like you're precious. despite telling him countless times that it's okay, you won't get hurt, he can grab you… he's always been – chifuyu. you lean into the kiss a little further, trailing your fingers up his side and cupping his face. he stops himself wincing as your gentle fingers avoid the bandages on his cheek.

the good news from baji puts you in a celebratory mood almost, your hands get grabbier, your lips needier as they pull gentle huffs and moans from chifuyu’s lips. his uniform is hanging off his hips, the top with the sleeves hastily having been yanked off his shoulders as soon as he came home so you could inspect the irritating cut he had on his back. it allows you to lower your hands from his face as you melt into his body, trailing your softer palms down his chest, down his stomach, over his hips all the way to tug the material of that black jumpsuit lower. he knows what you’re doing, so he moves his hips off the edge of the counter to help you free him of the constraints of his clothes.

your quick hands soon find their place inside the soft material of his boxers, dragging a ragged moan from his throat as you lightly touch his already hardening cock. he knows, he’s been with you long enough to expect some extra attention from you when you’ve made sure your boys are safe. it’s almost a little celebration, a tradition. certainly one he can get behind as you tilt your head up to kiss him harder while sliding his boxers off. it’s so warm, holding his dick in your palm, so smooth as your thumb swipes over the skin of his tip, smearing a little drop of precum over it.

so perfect, as you pull away from the kiss to see his half-lidded eyes while you sink down to your knees in front of him, kissing that leaking tip gently. chifuyu’s one hand grips the edge of the counter while the other pats your head, silently praising you, motivating you to wrap those pretty lips, those juicy, soft lips around his cock head. and you do, out of love, out of devotion, desire, and lust. your eyes convey it all when he looks down, barely peeking through his dark lashes to see your face, so sweet for him. so full of emotion with his cock disappearing into your warm mouth.

chifuyu moans, tangling his long fingers into your hair, but holding off on tugging you closer to take more of him, being good for you as you reward him. as you celebrate him. and your mouth certainly sings his praises, from the first swipe of your tongue along the entirety of his length, the gagging sound you make when you take just a little bit too much of him into your throat, to the heavy breath your nose has to let out in order to keep going, the little hum of approval and appreciation when his moans get a little heavier and he tells you he’s about to cum.

so now, with your doe-eyes focused on his sweet face and his bottom lip being chewed on, you hold on to his strong thighs, the same ones that you ride every now and then, soaking them in your release as they rub you just the right way while his hands help you move. now they’re the stability you need as your head bobs forward and your other hand helps you guide his length into your mouth.

“ ah… i’m gonna… get ready, baby–” chifuyu barely finishes his sentence when you suck in your cheeks, making his hips buck forward on instinct and his hand tighten its grip on your hair. it’s another one of your dirty little tricks, making him unable to control himself when your mouth suctions him in so much that he immediately, much like now, moans out and stutters in his movements, spilling his warm, sticky cum into your waiting mouth. he slows down, slowly brings himself to a stop as his hand once again pats your head gently, letting you swallow at your own pace and lift yourself up to your feet, all while his head is thrown back and his breath slowly comes back to him.

your lips trail a little path up chifuyu’s chest, peppering his collar bones and neck in kisses before you tilt your head up and kiss along his jaw, landing on his lips. he grabs you, holding the back of your head as he kisses you deeper, tasting himself on your tongue before he slows down and pulls away to breathe. his smile widens, so blissed out, as he kisses the tip of your nose and slowly reaches back to hand you the mug with your peppermint tea now steeped to perfection.

he follows you into the bedroom, wearing just his boxers and watching your hips sway as you walk, covered in one of his old shirts– or was it baji’s? who knows, it’s not like the three of you don’t share a massive wardrobe anyway, barely keeping track of who owns which ridiculous graphic t-shirt or what hoodie. the only items that are immediately recognizable are your pretty dresses and skirts, though that hasn’t stopped the two of them from trying them on occasionally, always followed by your camera catching them flexing in the mirror wearing sweet, strappy dresses threatening to get too stretched over their backs.

chifuyu gets into your huge bed, back leaning against the headboard. he pats his lap, beckoning you to come and straddle him. once you’re on his lap, comfortably sitting atop his toned thighs with a hot mug between your palms, he rests his hands on your hips.

“you can stop worrying now,” he says, reaching to the bedside table only to turn on the small lamp. “he’s okay. i’m okay. you’re okay.”

“i’m not worrying.” you take a sip of tea, closing your eyes for a moment to feel the hot liquid nearly burn your mouth, but it’s so comforting, almost as much as chifuyu’s palms that rub small circles over your hips, glide up and down your thighs, and slide under the elastic of your panties periodically.

“yeah, uh-huh,” he scoffs, “likely story.” you should know better than to try bullshitting chifuyu, sometimes it feels like he’s got a radar specifically tuned for your emotions. and he knows… that you’ll worry about everything. ever.

“like you said, he’s fine. you’re fine. everything’s fine,” you sigh and take another sip of tea, feeling the heat slide down your throat, “and so I'm not worrying.”

“you've got that little crease on your forehead right,” he lifts a finger and presses it right on your forehead, to that betraying little crease that shows up every time you try to keep a neutral face while panicking inside, “there. we've been together too long for you to start thinking you can bullshit me.”

the cup is almost half empty now, but you hardly remember lifting it to your lips to drink. your mind must be running marathons, trying not to think about any possibilities of–

“yeah well, it's not like I can stop it.” with a little huff, you put the nearly-empty mug to the side, pushing your phone with it as it sits on the bedside table. “I'm always going to worry about you two, at least a little, even when you're both in bed with me and safe asleep.”

“I know, you dork,” he stops rubbing your thigh with one hand to land a little smack on your skin, “and I know no matter what I say, or even what he says, you'll always be a little worry-wart. but we can try our best to not be little shits, eh?” chifuyu's lips spread into a cheeky smile, just waiting for your reaction which comes in the form of a gentle smack on his chest. it's such a half-hearted action, lacking any spice, and it only makes him pull you closer to him. “ ow, you cheeky girl.”

he laughs at your pretend-pout, sneaking some tighter circles with his thumbs over your thighs, massaging your skin just how you need it. soon, it's his entire palms that press into your thighs, kneading you like modeling clay, making you close your eyes and sigh as your body relaxes.

“unfair…” you begin, leaning your head back as he releases some tension from your muscles, “rendering me useless like this just ‘cause you wanna touch me…” but you let it happen anyway, for it just feels too good. you’re like softened butter, melting under the warmth of his palm while the other slides up your side, bunching up the too-big t-shirt as he aims to cup your warmed up face.

chifuyu’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone while his other hand still rubs over your thighs, but his goal is to bring you closer. there’s a moment between the point at which your faces stop moving and the kiss, the moment when your breaths mingle, when your peppermint-laced exhale tingles chifuyu’s lips and he gladly dives in for more. gentle at first, the kiss grows in passion. almost subconsciously, he pulls you by the hips against his rapidly hardening crotch. more often than not, if you're sitting on his lap, if you're kissing him like this, needy, desperate, willing to lose yourself in the moment, he tries to grab at any given opportunity to bury himself in you. maybe it’s a little bit of insecurity, maybe a little bit of possessiveness when your remaining third isn’t there, maybe a bit of both, but it works. it gets him deep inside you where he wants to be, with your attention only on him and your mouth moving in the shape of his name.

this time is no different, though he stays gentle with his lips on yours. he doesn’t tug on your bottom lip, doesn’t tease you and make you chase his lips as he pulls away with a shit eating grin on his face as you try to sneak in another kiss before he inevitably makes you go dumb with how much you’re whimpering and moaning for him. he’s being nicer and you know it’s because he feels bad, partly because he made you worry about himself when he showed up with cuts and bruises, partly because he let baji go off on his own to chase after some assholes who tried to dip from the fight. he knows you, knows that you need the tenderness when you’re worrying, knows that you crave the soft touch of the reassurance that are his hands. so he does what he knows best, he picks you up by your hips, holding you just above his lap as one hand tries to pull your panties to the side, but it keeps slipping.

you trail kisses down to his jaw, with your head bent down and your knees pushed into the soft mattress under you, unable to keep a giggle in your throat as it bubbles up and parts your lips to escape. he’s impatient, cock straining against the material of his boxers that were uselessly covering him up, unwanted, unwelcome in the way that they keep him from just feeling your soft pussy against him.

your slight noise makes his head turn, so he gently bites the tip of your nose, giving you something to giggle about while he tries to do everything himself, never letting you undress yourself if he can help it.

“something funny?” he scoffs, finger still trying to reach the edge of the material while holding you up, insistent on keeping his palms on your soft thighs.

“just rip them.” you’ve had enough of waiting, there’s only one way this is ending, and it’s with his cock pushed into you to the hilt, it’s with him bouncing you on his lap until you’re a whimpering mess, it’s with both of you sweaty and spent, moving just because you forgot what it felt like not to, because it’s easier to keep fucking than to stop, because why on earth would you ever want to stop? “rip them off, please, i just wanna ride you.”

chifuyu raises his eyebrow, torn between obeying you like a good little pup eager to plunge into you already, and overthinking your words.

“you’re– you’re sure?” he groans once your teeth pull at his earlobe, grazing it just right while he holds you by your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh. “you won’t shout at me for ruining another pair, are you?”

you click your tongue, rolling your eyes before catching his lips into another kiss. bruising, intense as want drips from your sweet cunt onto the fabric of those unlucky panties, cursed for still covering you when they should be ripped and on the bedroom floor.

“only if you take any longer, sweet boy.” a gentle tug on his bottom lip pulls with it a groan from his throat. you look him straight in the eyes, and his pupils widen once he notices the sheer determination in your look. “rip. them. off.”

if there’s one thing you can’t ever say, it’s that chifuyu doesn’t listen. mere second after you say your piece with conviction, his fingers pull on the thin material of your panties and you hear the sound of fabric tearing. you’re almost sad to see them go, but with one more movement, one more ripping noise, they’re landing on the floor, all pathetic and frayed where the fabric used to connect two seconds ago. but that means you’re free. you feel the swiftness of chifuyu’s fingers as they dig under the waistband of his boxers and slide them down for the second time tonight. his legs make quick work of helping him get rid of the underwear, and with a few more moments, they join your scrap of fabric by the bed. finally, you can feel his strong hands, only slightly bruised from tonight’s fight, grip you tight and lower you onto his cock.

it’s slow, he always likes to savor the first grip of your precious cunt around his twitching hardness, he wants to exist in that moment forever, right until the underside of your thighs meets his lap once more and you’re stuffed full of him, leaking your arousal down his balls. this time, the kiss that he lands on your lips is brief, wet, and noisy. he slides his hands up and down your sides once again, settling them on your hips just as you rest your palms on his shoulders.

pushing yourself up, starting to move, you shiver against his warm body, completely naked thanks to your intervention in the kitchen. you count the scars on his shoulders, some scabs still there from more recent fights, some already turning into pink lines healing into his pale skin. despite it all, you lean down and press kisses on those marks, busying your lips with something other than letting out sugary moans as you sink down onto him once again. his fingers dig into your flesh, gripping you like he’s about to fall off the face of the earth any second now, his cock head lodges so nicely into you he never wants to leave.

it’s sweet, really, the extent that chifuyu goes through to keep himself somewhat functional whenever he has you like this. he’s fine with quickies, with bending you over the table when one of you is in a hurry, with being on his hands and knees with baji being less than gentle while thrusting into him as he swirls his tongue around your clit. he’s perfectly okay with tugging baji’s hair as the black haired man swallows his heavy load while you ride his thigh. he’s fine with being in any number of combinations with the two people he cherishes most in his life, but there’s something incredibly special, intimate, about you sitting so pretty on his lap like this, slowly lifting your hips almost letting his cock slip out of your tight cunt before landing back on his lap again.

there’s something about the way you ride him so slowly and sweetly that almost makes him come undone at the very thought. chifuyu swallows thickly before tilting his head up to kiss you again, to savor the taste of peppermint and honey on your tongue that glides alongside his while your ass lands on his thighs again, again, a tiny bit faster. now his moans get louder, his eyelids heavier as he tries to keep his eyes on you. on the way your pretty lips part to let out his name, how they land on his cheek, nose, chin, the corner of his lips, before finally taking his kisses again, before doing it all over again once more. a moan, a gasp, a peck, one more, another, a kiss, a moan, a gasp, a peck… it’s his favorite routine with you, it’s like a drug, the way you move your hips, grinding them into him, with very little help from his more than willing hands.

once you start panting, tiring yourself out with the effort of riding him and stopping yourself from shaking in pleasure, he starts kissing you more softly, gradually holding your hips a little firmer.

“can i?” he asks, murmuring the words against your pillowy lips as you slip little moans from your mouth into his.

“m– mhmmm…” you respond, too far gone to speak any words that aren’t his name broken into syllables as you bounce on his cock.

chifuyu’s fingers dig in deeper, desperately holding onto you as he takes over, moving you himself, lifting and lowering your body as your breasts bounce in front of his hungry eyes. he’s almost hypnotized by the pebbled nipples that nearly touch his chin when he lowers his head down to take one into his mouth, slowing down the pace of your hips, much to your displeasure which you announce with a whiny little noise. at your complaint, he looks up, still swirling his tongue around your nipple, but it makes the next whine die in your throat.

he’s mesmerized, every time he sucks on your tits it’s like the first, that soft skin, that perfect texture to latch his lips onto, it drives him crazy. so he switches to the other one, using his hands to knead your ass while he slowly moves you to grind against him. he wants to move faster, really, he does… but the gasps your lips let slip when he pops your nipple out of his mouth are a melody he wants to hear again. so he teases you again, one last time for good luck before tilting his head back up to summon you into another kiss with a quick pout of his lips in front of you.

once again he speeds you up, making those sweet little noises come out as the tip of his cock hits your sweetest spot, the one that makes your moans get higher in pitch, the one that nearly has him cumming within seconds when he hits it. it’s so soft, so warm inside you, it’s almost like he was meant to be in you. the softness of your skin, of your plump flesh under his fingers, is a heaven in itself. one of his hands guides you to the best of its abilities while the other grabs your ass cheek, squeezing almost as if reminding himself it’s still there, the soft, skin-slapping noises aren’t a hallucination, and his sweet girl is indeed riding him with his help, looking so pretty as your hair falls all around your face. you look like a mess at this point, sweaty, ruffled, almost letting him control your every move while your eyes roll back, your lips don’t close anymore, drying out your mouth as your moans give way to cries gradually getting louder.

“chi– ah f-fuck chifuyuuuu ‘m gonna–”

“y-yeah, baby, yeah i’m with you… i’ve got you, sweet thing, i’m with you, let go for me,” his rushed words are the thread that keeps you going, your head tilts forward, making it easier for his breath to echo in your ear, “you can let go for me, baby… i’ve got you.”

gripping you tighter, pulling you onto his cock harder and faster, he helps you unravel. with a cry into the side of his head, with his lips on your shoulder sloppily kissing your warm skin, you shudder as your velvety walls tighten, keeping him inside as he groans and spills his cum inside you, gently slowing down the movements as you ride out the highs together.

completely still, chifuyu exhales against your neck. it’s getting late already, it would be time to snuggle up together and snore in unison, but one link is missing. his head clears a little as he comes down, and seeing you so blissed out sitting on his lap and shaking in pleasure curves his lips into a smile. this is life, he thinks, her sweet face all soft and my dick still inside her. only one thing still pokes from the other side of his mind. where the fuck is baji? and you wouldn’t be his darling girlfriend if you didn’t have a sense for his anxious thoughts. he tried to be confident for you, but he’s not made of stone. your gentle touch moving his blond hair out of his forehead stirs him from the stupid spiral as you kiss his nose like you do when he’s made you see stars.

“it’s fine.” you murmur, barely strong enough to form full sentences. “you said so yourself, he’s fi–”

a knock on the balcony door makes you jump, nearly headbutting chifuyu as you turn your head to the side, seeing a long-haired figure standing there, casually leaning against the door frame. his wild smile reveals the shining sharp canines, flashing at you as you curse under your breath. his knuckle is still resting against the glass as he motions you to let him in.

“motherfucker…” you hiss as your newfound strength lets you get up off chifuyu’s cock and almost angrily walk to the door to turn the key and let him in.

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angstigone · 14 days ago

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WARNINGS: this crack treated seriously, baji isn't the black cat in the relationship, chifuyu being oblivious, slight banter between chifuyu and baji, pre-relationship, she/her - afab character

Chifuyu had received beatings from Baji, many of which didn't actually have many good reasons and he had taken them promptly and without a peep, but what had happened that day…

… it was the ground for a friendship break up.

The betrayal felt heinous as he walked to where his friend stood and sat in his usual seat without a genuine concern in the world and he had the guts to actively wave him over with a quick ‘Fuyu that made him seem all innocent and clueless.

Still, Chifuyu knew better as he slammed his hand down on the desk like he had once seen in an old thriller.

«What is it about this new black cat you got?».

Everybody at school had been buzzing about Baji’s newest black cat and Chifuyu had to discover it through the grapevine as if he wasn’t Baji’s best friend and his own vice-captain in the division.

Wasn’t this the kind of betrayal that was described in old romances and was this ground to break a friendship apart?

Certainly if Baji didn’t drop the pictures of whatever cute cat he might have gotten.

«Do you know what this news will do to Peke J?» he went onto bombarding his friend with the continuous dramatics as Baji looked genuinely taken aback and… confused? «… you haven’t only forsaken me but also… our shared child!».

«First of all, I have no clue what for-fucking-saken means» Baji stated, immediately taking advantage of the moment that Chifuyu needed a moment to breath in air «… and secondly, I… I didn’t think that we had agreed on a shared custody of Peke J».

«But we are going to!» Chifuyu shouted right back, having Baji roll his eyes with vehement annoyance while his own fists appeared right onto the desk «… don’t even think of setting a foot back into my apartment! You are going to see him when I want and not in my hous…».

«What is this even about?» Baji hissed with pure disbelief «…. in my defense, the dude whose care I set on fire was a real dickhead!».

«… and I won’t have you make him feel inferior and…» suddenly it settled into Chifuyu that Baji had no idea what he was talking about «… wait… another car… you set another car on fire?!».

«Lower your voice» Baji hissed with a slight embarrassment as he looked around to see whether anybody had heard him. Everybody had, but nobody honestly even tried to say anything considering the shared reputation of the two boys «… either way, isn’t this what you are angry about? I went to set a car on fire without you…».

«No, and… wait… why would you think that I’d be angry about it».

«Don’t ask me!» Baji promptly protested «You are the one barging in all accusingly and threatening me with our shared son».

«Oh, I thought he wasn’t» Chifuyu smirked lightly as Baji just waved him off.

«… alright, I am going to ask this only once before I punch you square in the face and make your brain work right again» it felt a bit hypocritical said by the man who didn’t know what ‘forsaken’ meant «… what’s got your panties in a twist?».

«You got a cat and didn’t tell me».

There out in the open and for everybody to know Baji’s dirty secrets..

Baji, himself, looked taken aback as if the news was new to him as well and before Chifuyu could think about anything further, he was promptly hit on the side of the head with a slap.

«I didn’t get a new cat!» Baji protested promptly.

«Then why is everybody at school saying you got one?!».

«I have no fucking clue!» Baji breathed out exasperatedly, letting himself fall as if exhausted against his chair «… what… don’t you have trust in me anymore? I’d fucking tell you immediately if I got a new cat!».

«Hey, don’t turn the conversation around!» Chifuyu did feel a bit embarrassed by it «… even if … even if you might be saying the truth… if so many people are convinced you got a new cat… well, there must be some truth in it, I think».

«So…?» Baji raised an eyebrow as he expected Chifuyu to speak up again, but the blonde boy couldn’t deny that he didn’t even know where to go with his reasoning «… now that I think about it… it’s low key strange though, especially with the specifics».

«What do you mean?».

What had started as a brotherly betrayal had now turned into a mystery and quickly Chifuyu inverted the chair on the desk in front of Baji to sit down facing him.

«What do you mean with that?».

«Well, the people you heard this shitty rumor from… they said it was a black cat, right?» Chifuyu nodded «Well, I haven’t… now that I think about it, all the cats that I have come across… none of them was black».

Well, the plot thickened.

«… it doesn’t make sense» Chifuyu voiced both of their thoughts while Baji nodded even more confused «… but why say that you got a black cat when you obviously ha…».

«I knew I’d find you where all this ruckus began».

Both boys turned at the familiar third voice, finding none other than you, the one who had been tutoring them in English, since Chifuyu had realized that they’d be held back if they didn’t find anybody that could have helped them.

He wasn’t all that bad, mostly struggling with the grammar while Baji…

… well, once during an oral exam he had asked the professor whether he could go to jail, instead of to the toilet.

Which was.. low key funnier in retrospect…

Either way, you were their lifesaver and also at the same time the bane of their existence, specifically Baji’s own.

As mentioned, Chifuyu didn’t struggle as much as Baji and he went along well with you and your strict method, while Baji…

… oh you and Baji were like a dog and cat put in the same room cranky right out of denied sleep.

Sometimes during tutoring lessons he worried that he might leave to get himself some water and return to you scratching at each other.

Metaphorically obviously as Baji wouldn’t ever hit a woman as any other Toman member, but there was something that inevitably ticked the two of you off, albeit by now a begrudging friendship had been built.

«Don’t tell me that you missed us» very very unsteady friendship «… oh haven’t had enough of our handsome faces».

«More like here to remind you of the listening test in an hour» and taking in their shocked face, your expression went from severe onto angry «Don’t tell me that you didn’t remember?!».

Chifuyu had been so worried about Baji’s betrayal that he hadn’t… oh, they were both screwed.

«Oh, c’mon! How hard can it be? It’s just listening!» Baji tried to brighten the atmosphere and he went a step further, bringing a hand to ruffle your carefully curated hairstyle.

Chifuyu was ready for the worst - a maining, screeches that’d have gotten them expelled and possibly Baji’s own spontaneous combustion underneath your own glares - instead you simply huffed, shaking off his hand and hissing at him in a way that felt very kittenish.

Also, were you blushing?

«It isn’t simply listening, idiots!» even your insult felt lighter compared to your usual ones «… you have to understand what they are saying!».

«Are you implying I am not smart enough to understand?».

«Don’t make me answer that question, Baji» you said, sending him a telling look as the brunette turned to Chifuyu with a pleading look.

«What about you, Chifuyu? You don’t think that I am smart enough for it?».

And suddenly the ground felt very interesting now that Chifuyu thought about it.

At the awkward silence you erupted in laughter while Baji tried to fight - with little to no success - for his honor.

«Alright listen…!» Baji slammed his hands on the desk as he got up and right in your face, startling both you and Chifuyu, although the blonde boy couldn’t notice that your reaction had something almost… feline in the way you stood at attention all rigid and he could almost imagine your tail all taunt «… if you really have the gut to underestimate me like that! Well, what if we make a bet?».

«A bet about what? Your empty head?» and although a bit still startled, you didn’t hold down. Chifuyu almost admired you for that.

«Yes!» Baji agreed eagerly «If I get ten points above the passing grade, you are going to stop making fun of me».

You considered it for a few minutes - Chifuyu couldn’t blame you, considering that by now bullying Baji was your favorite past time - before huffing out and begrudgingly holding out an hand to a smirking Baji.

«Fifteen points above the passing grade» you rebutted and Chifuyu found it strangely adorable that you had enough faith to believe that Baji would have done it so far. He didn’t have the same hope.

«Ten».

«Thirteen»

«Let’s make it an even number and say twelve» Baji said grabbing onto your hand and using it to bring you closer to him more as some kind of dominance assuring technique that Chifuyu knew by now but it obviously startled you and again you had that slight feline acute reaction as your cheeks became darker in obvious embarrassment.

An idea filled Chifuyu’s mind at that; if Baji was truthful about not having gotten a cat and neither having seen a black one, and if the rumor was true… maybe people didn’t mean that Baji had gotten a new animal.

Just maybe what they meant was that Baji had gotten somebody with a black cat personality.

That somebody being you with your hisses, ruffles and air of superiority.

When it all hit him, Chifuyu couldn’t help but think about how dumb it had all been.

How dumb he had been.

—

«What you are telling me is that… you threatened our friendship over nothing?».

«… maybe…»

#Keisuke Baji x Reader #Baji x Reader #Keisuke Baji Fic #Keisuke Baji Imagine #Baji Fic #Baji Imagine #Tokyo Revengers Fic #Tokyo Revengers Imagine #Tokyo Revengers x Reader #Baji x You #Baji x Y/N #Tokyo Revengers x You #Tokyo Revengers x Y/N

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kazutora-kurokawa · 15 days ago

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Omg PLEASE Rindou, Mikey, Kazutora, Baji, and HANMA with this sweet little reader...

Reader drags them to a metal concert and she wants to go to the mosh pit. They're like hoe what?? You?? But you'll die??

She sneaks in anyways and they just see this tiny thing absolutely BODYSLAMMING people and rocking out. Totally fuck in the bathrooms after

(Please and thank you pookie!!)

TokRev x "Fragile"!Reader in a Mosh Pit

♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader who's a hardcore mosh pit enjoyer, slight exhibitionism, public sex/bathroom sex, hair pulling, mirror sex, oral->fem and male receiving ♡

Characters: Rindou, Mikey, Kazutora, Baji, Hanma

note: written and delivered, you're welcome pookie!

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Rindou

🎧 Flat out tells you to not jump into anything because you'll get hurt

"Are you crazy or stupid?"

🎧 Loses his shit when you sneak in anyway because he's sure that you're done for

"Y/n what the fuck are you doing?! Get back here now!"

🎧 Hesitates to go after you because you're handling yourself fine, so he just tries to keep an eye on you until you come back

🎧 Pulls you off to a secluded spot to fuck because he can't be bothered to look for the bathroom, ends up fucking you under a stairwell where anyone could see

"You were all fired up and loud in that mosh pit, where's your fire at now sweetheart? Tryna be quiet so no one hears, that's no fun~"

Mikey

🍥 Barely heard you over the music playing but knew what you were up to when you started scurrying away from him and immediately followed after you

🍥 Lost you for a few minutes and got super worried so he just started kicking and punching and knocking people tf out

🍥 Audibly sighs in relief (and annoyance) when he finds you safe and sound (and having more fun than anyone else) and has to drag you out of the pit

🍥 Drags you to the bathroom and pins you against the door for some much needed stress relief

"Do you know how much you just stressed me out? It's okay though angel, I know how you can make it up to me."

🍥 At least you'll have the mosh pit as an excuse when you can't walk straight tomorrow morning

Kazutora

🐯 Doesn't hesitate to jump in with you and immediately starts beating the shit out of people

🐯 He goes absolutely insane in that pit and has officially found his second favorite place to be

"You gotta bring me to more of these, that was the most fun I've had in so long."

🐯 His adrenaline is still pumping like crazy so he drags you to the bathroom and pins you down on floor so he can go down on you, ends up getting blood all over you because his nose is busted but he doesn't feel it

Baji

🔥 Only lets you jump in if he can go with you to make sure you don't get hurt

"Okay okay, but let me go with you, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

🔥 Underestimates the intensity of the pit and ends up panicking while you're just vibing and having a good time

🔥 Pulls you out and drags you to the closest bathroom because his nose is for sure bleeding and his lip is busted

"How the fuck can you handle that shit? Fucking psychos man..."

🔥 Ends up bending you over the bathroom sink, his hand tugging your hair back so you can stare at him through the broken mirror

Hanma

🏵️ Looks at you like you're crazy then dares you to do it

"You wanna get fucked up? Be my guest darling ♡"

🏵️ Cheers you on when you jump in and start wrecking people's shit

"Fuck yeah! That's my bitch right there!"

🏵️ Fucks your throat in the bathroom after the show is over because now he knows you can handle him being a little rough, though the mosh pit is nothing compared to what he can do

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe @southside-otaku @xxchthonicreaturexx @evergreen-endo @hanmaslilslut @dystop4in14nd @mysouleaten @mdsbabygirl @eroticdarling

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #baji x reader #rindou x reader #hanma x reader #kazutora x reader #mikey x reader #hanma is so bestie material like I need a friend like him so bad 😭#I love all my babies tho 💗

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missred866 · 19 days ago

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Random Thought

So I just I had this thought that came inside my mind.

So, do you guys know the movie "She's dating the gangster"? Cuz imagine your favorite character being the gangster and you like being the silent glasses person.

So what happens is that you two met in school and he bumps into you and he's all snarky amd rude because his girlfriend just broke up with him. Then he decided to use you to get his ex jealous so that they will get back with him, in short fake dating.

Problem is that the plan didn't go that way at all, instead you both fell for eachother and started to really date eachother. Soon you both found out the reason why his ex broke up with him, turns out the ex has heart problem and the ex's mom begs or pleads fav character to be with her child so that ex could live longer.

You felt pity and understood because guess what you have the same problem as ex, you have a problem with your heart as well. But fav character doesn't know this until many years in the future. So you made a choice of letting go fav character but he declines saying that he only wants you.

You just smiled at him and said thank you for being here with me and thanked for the months that you two were together and you left.

Many years go by and your like relative looks for fav character to tell them about what's happening with you because you are dying and that you wish is seeing fav character for the last time before you go.

So an reunion was arranged and you two met eachother again, fav character says that he has a two children a boy and girl, and unfortunately ex died during childbirth. You smiled at him saying that you proud of what he accomplished and you two talk and catched up of what happened in your lives.

Soon you started to say that you felt tired and thanked him for the last time of being there with you for the final time, you layed you head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

This was just a random thought that I needed to write down.

#reader #madara x reader #diluc x reader #baji x reader #erwin x reader #fav character #random #idea #x reader

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that-randoml7 · 22 days ago

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Baji Keisuke x fem reader where the fem reader doesn't feel perfect enough to be with Baji

Hello anon! I RUSHED A bit at the end! But I have the story out now thanks for sending a request!

⚠️ out of character and not proof read⚠️

please enjoy! ASLOOOO send a request! So i can do more stories I do all types of fandoms

Baji keisuke x gn!reader [Fluff+small against]

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You have been avoiding your lover, Baji Keisuke, all day, from the start of the morning till the afternoon going so far as to put your phone on DND, guilt had been eating away at you further and further into the relationship.

He’s been so caring, loving and understanding and whatever you do for him doesn’t feel like it’s enough for him. YOU feel like you’re not ENOUGH for him as you lay down on your bed to continue to scroll on your phone, planing to mope around for the entire day till you heard a loud and impatient knock from the front door, with an annoyed sigh you get up and drag your feet to the front door yanking it open.

“Do you need any-…..wait Kei?!”

Baji barged in questions flying out of his mouth his eyebrows furrowed his beautiful bronzed eyes that were usually wild and crazed are now soft and fill with worry.

“Y/n, are you mad at me? I won’t know shit till ya tell me..”

You looked up shaking your head, shuffling on your feet looking down…thinking about your flaws….how could he even love someone like you….

“I won’t know what’s wrong till you fucking tell me ya know, ain’t no mind reader”

Baji mumbled out closing the door to lean against it waiting for an explanation.

You muster up some courage to look up as the words you’ve been bottling up spill out.

“I don’t feel…like I deserve you…”

A look of confusion flashed across baji face fading into irritation before he drag you to your room with you yelling out at him. Baji plops you down on the bed manhandling you to be able to spoon you.

“You’re gonna listen to me all night long till you know you’re perfect amazing just how you are”

#baji keisuke #baji x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader #open requests #comfort #fluff #boyfriend

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ljubimaya · 10 days ago

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♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 Baji Keisuke x Reader: 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

♱SYNOPSIS: A call late at night alerted you of the declining health of your grandma. Taking matters into your own hands, you decided to travel to her small village far away from your big city life, only to make an encounter that would change your life.

♱T/W: fem bodied reader/afab reader (no pronouns used tho), aged up characteres (20+), mentions of death, mentions of an unnamed illness, predator-prey dynamic, a tiny bit suggestive, but otherwise, this chapter's really plot heavy, also not proofread, eventuell dark content and smut in the following parts so mdni

♱W/C: 7.8k words

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It was another sleepless night for you. You crouched over your bright laptop, fingers gliding over your keyboard in record time as you tried to finish your coursework. You’ve already gotten used to this – to pull all-nighters to meet your self imposed academic goals, to bounce from university to your part time job to hitting the library to revise your notes and add new information you’d find in the books. Occasionally, you would have enough energy and time to visit the gym near your apartment. Caffeine might do wonders to your productivity, but running on the treadmill while listening to a True Crime podcast has saved your mental health from completely collapsing. Plus, your roommate told you physical activity helps with academics, which is an added bonus.

Your fingers hurt from typing out your thoughts, feeling stiff from the lack of breaks. You rationalized it with the upcoming holidays, knowing you would have a few weeks to yourself after the seemingly never-ending exam weeks. After you’d finish this, you could curl up in your warm bed, breathe in the clean smell of your freshly washed sheets instead of inhaling the smell of old books and caffeine - which you didn’t mind that much, they just didn’t help you fall asleep like the new washing detergent your roommate raved over. After you’d finish this, you could also finally stop complaining to said roommate about this particular essay.

Truth be told, you would have been finished with this maybe a week ago, but your roommate, Emma Sano, had to drag you from club to club to get her mind off the guy she was interested in. The blonde woman knew the ways to your heart, so she looked at you, teary-eyed, and told you how she was sick and tired of his hot and cold ways. You, too, were sick and tired of it, especially since you knew he was head over heels with her but somehow couldn’t pull his head out of his ass to finally confess. So, instead of wiping her tears away and trying to explain that sometimes, men are just like that and that he actually loves her, that she should reach out to him and tell him how she felt, you let her take your hand and usher you into your room. Somehow, her tears dried fast whenever you’d allow Emma to dress you up for any occasion, so you let it happen, ignoring the nagging voice in your head to rip yourself free from her grip and run to the library to finish your essay.

You shook your head at the memory. You really couldn’t afford to distract yourself now, not when you had literal hours to turn in your essay.

So you leaned your head to the side, wrapping your lips around the plastic straw attached to the huge, lavender coloured flask Emma got you for your last birthday and taking a huge sip of the hot coffee inside. You felt the caffeine rush through your body, your heartbeat quickening from the copious amount of the bitter beverage you have already consumed.

You were in the zone, about to finally finish this essay and turn it in on time, but fate had other plans. You were ripped out of your focused state by the sudden vibration of your phone. This was pretty standard for you whenever you were in the library; you’d silence your phone so you would be able to work as efficiently as you could. Today, you must have just turned off your ringtone and forgotten about the vibration.

Gonna get a heart attack, you thought begrudgingly, taking a deep breath to calm your hammering heart before looking around to see if you were alone in the library - which you were. Thankfully.

Next, you looked at the caller’s ID - it was your mom. Eyebrows knitted in confusion. You were thrown off. Usually, it would have been Emma calling you at this hour to get you to come back home. Alarm bells run in your head already. You knew that your mom wouldn’t call you at 2.30 a.m. if she just wanted to talk - this must be urgent.

“Hello? Mom?” you whispered into the phone, trying to be quiet to respect the library’s rules. Instead of your mother’s usual cheery voice, you were listening to silent sobs and sniffs. Your heart felt heavy upon hearing your mother’s soft crying “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Oh honey, where do I even start?” She replied shakily. You heard her taking a deep breath, before she continued with a more stable voice “I know this is a bad time, and I’m so sorry to call you at this hour. You must have been asleep already, but I just needed to call you” You remained silent, not wanting to correct her. Knowing her, she would drop whatever subject she called you for to scold you about you staying in the library in the dead of the night, so you let it be.

“It’s about your grandmother” Your breath hitched “She is - her health is declining” your mother choked up. She must have been in your grandmother’s village to take care of her, just like she told you two weeks ago. A few months ago, your grandfather passed away, leaving your grandmother to live alone in her cottage in the middle of nowhere. Grief left its marks on her, for she refused to eat and got so sick it left her bedridden and unable to attend her husband’s funeral. Ever since, it seemed like a stagnant decline. Your relatives pitched in, traveling far distances to take care of her. This time, it was your mother’s turn to stay with her.

“She has a high fever and can’t walk anymore. That stubborn woman declines every meal I make her and doesn’t even want to see the doctor” Your mother vented “She’s fallen asleep maybe ten minutes ago after I forced her to eat some vegetable soup”

“Man, soup? That’s barely a meal” Your mother sighed through the phone “I know, but that’s better than her not eating anything” She paused again, voice stabilizing after her little rant “I can’t stay here any longer. I only took two weeks off of work, and none of your aunts, uncles, or cousins are able to come. I can’t leave her alone here either. God knows what will happen if I leave this woman unmonitored”

Your eyes wandered to the digital clock of your laptop. 2.37 a.m., you would have roughly three more hours to finish and edit your essay and turn it in. Realistically, you knew you needed every single second of those three hours - it would be an academic miracle if you finished and edited it before duetime. But you weren’t thinking about the precious seconds slipping through your hands like sand.

“When will you leave for home?” You whisper-asked into your phone. The woman on the other line sighed deeply “In about two days, but I might have to stay for longer. I have already talked to my boss about possibly doing work from home, but the internet connection here is as unpredictable as the weather here” Your mother abruptly paused. A muted creaking broke the silence with small tapping noises following suit “Honey, I gotta hang up soon. I think your grandma’s awake again”

“Mom, you don’t have to stay with grandma any longer. I will pack my suitcase in the morning and take the first train to her village” You quickly interjected before your mother could hang up the phone - which she has been doing rather often since she started to skip on her nightly eight hours of sleep in favor of monitoring her mother’s health. One moment, you would be talking about the newest assignments your asshole of a professor would give you, only to be met with the deafening beeping sound before the line went silent. While it was annoying for you, you knew you would be rushing to her bed if your own mother was ill, so you let it slide.

This time, you were faster than your mother. Thank God you were faster than her.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to come here and take care of your grandmother” she hesitated, guilt and the slur of tiredness etched into her voice “I know you are very busy with your university courses, and me and your grandma are super proud of you for following this hard academic path. I wouldn’t want to stand between you and your ambition, sweetheart, and neither does your grandma” Warmth flooded your body at your mother’s praises, but oh are you your mother’s daughter - stubborn to the core.

No amount of sweet talking could change your mind if you have already decided on what to do; your mother knew this too well as well, being the prime victim to your unbending will to fulfill what you deem fit. So you were all in to put your foot down at all costs.

“I understand, mom, but neither of you could ever hinder my academics. Seeing as winter break is starting soon, I see it as the perfect opportunity to step in momentarily and take care of grandma. Besides, I haven’t had the time to visit her since grandpa passed away. I would rather see her alive now rather than attend her funeral with a heavy conscience” You stuttered out the last part. Getting emotional over your own words wasn’t what you intended. You didn’t even want to bring up your grandma’s possible death. Your mother was stressed as she is, and you didn’t want to make her worry more than she already was. Having noticed your slip up - curse you self-inflicted sleep deprivation - you took a few deep breaths and felt your racing heart calm down before continuing “I just want to help out too, mom. I wanna help her get better if I can”

You were met with tense silence. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, nervously chewing on it as you waited for your mother to reply back to you. Of course, she would much rather take care of her mother on her own. If you had to put yourself into her shoes, you probably would have told your daughter not to worry, that you got this, that while you appreciate her for offering her help that she still should focus on her life goals. Not because she is incapable, but because you would see it as your duty to care for your mother, where she was the one bedridden and refusing to eat.

“You know what? You are right, you could lend your grandma a helping hand” your mother finally whispered into the speaker “To be honest, I am at the end of my wit. I don’t know how to help her, or get her to even go to the doctor to get a formal checkup” The woman sighed, tiredness seeping through her tone “I would be more than grateful to you if you could come here. Only if it’s not an inconvenience for you”

“Of course not” the words shot from your mouth, faster than bullets could hit their target. For the first time in your life, you were ecstatic about being wrong. Newfound energy rushed through your veins into your brain. You were determined to help your grandma recover, and you were motivated to put some weight off your mother’s shoulders.

Nodding to yourself, you announced “Then it’s settled! I will be making my way to grandma’s first thing in the morning” More rustling sounds came from your mother’s end along with her sighing “I can’t thank you enough, honey. I will go check up on grandma and head to bed now. You should go back to sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a long day for you”

Your breath hitched. As you wished your mom a good night and hung up, you were faced with the severity of your decisions. Not only did you promise to go to bed right after hanging up, knowing fully well you were still in the library, but you also agreed to travel to your grandmother’s village in less than five hours. The warmth you were feeling quickly diminished as you remembered your unfinished assignment and the ticking clock. Time truly slipped through your fingers like sand, especially since you were talking twenty minutes on the phone.

So you threw yourself back into your work, typing long sentences on your keyboard at record time, yoursole motivator being finishing your assignment and rushing back home to get at least a good three hours of sleep.

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You were spent. Having had two hours to wrap up with your assignment was a hard challenge, but you persevered and turned it in at the very last minute. Usually, you would have not only started the assignment earlier than you did this time, but you would have been extra meticulous with the editing process. Today, however, you haven’t had the time to spare your assignment even a glance before you sent your fifteen page document to your professor. You didn’t want to think of the possible mistakes you made - not that you were able to form a coherent thought at all after the emotional rollercoaster. All you truly could think about was crawling under your freshly washed blankets and falling asleep.

So you made your way from your university library to your apartment. Striding through the night was usually nerve wrecking for you. You’d walk fast through the less crowded streets, paying no mind to the cat calls of drunken men and vulgar expressions of perfectly conscious men. You have learned quickly that fighting off intoxicated men was easier than sober men after you have enrolled in your current uni, but your preferred method of staying safe is having them not perceive you at all - which was the reason you would walk faster as soon as the street light would turn on. There was no reason you had to stay outside anyway, might as well hurry home to hit the hay.

This night wasn’t any different. You saw sketchy looking people in all corners, in the bus, in the subway, and even in your apartment complex. Before you knew it, you were no longer maneuvering your way home between trash cans and other people enjoying the nightlight. You stood before your apartment door, fishing your keys out from your heavy university bag before putting the keys in and turning them before you could twist the handle.

You tried to open and close the door behind you as quietly as you could before slipping off your warm boots and putting them neatly next to the door. Your clothed feet made contact with the cold, hard floor. You and Emma have been resourceful, trying not to overspend on heating and light since you two barely made ends meet. So if someone would leave a room and forget to turn off the lights, it would become a topic you and your roommate would argue about.

You walked towards your bedroom tiredly, craving the warmth and comfort your bed would offer you, but the lights radiating from the living room caught your full attention. Not knowing whether to be annoyed or concerned, you entered the living room, ready to turn off the light switch and tell Emma once again to be mindful of your dwindling money to spend only to see her wide awake on the sofa.

The blonde woman wore a stern expression on her face, a sight that felt foreign to you. Normally, she would be cheerful and smiling, and most importantly, still in bed at seven a.m. on Fridays. Having lived with her for the past year, you have come to know her schedule like the back of your hand, after all.

“Where were you?” Emma asked, her voice laced with a demanding, motherly tone she usually reserved for her older brothers. You have heard that tone plenty of times whenever Mikey, Emma’s older half brother, would come and visit her, and every time you were grateful not to be on the receiving end of Emma’s scolding. Oh well, you guessed it was your turn.

You grimaced, knowing fully well Emma wasn’t asking you where you were - as much as you knew about her busy schedule and off days, she knew about your restless nights in the library.

Sighing, the blonde continued as you remained silent “Listen, I know you want this degree more than anything, but it’s not worth jeopardizing your health for it. I can’t even remember seeing you anywhere near your bedroom since last month”

“That’s a reach, Emma” you nervously chuckled, your tired legs gave in as soon as you were close enough to the couch. Slumping down on the hard cushions, you winced in pain as you collided with the furniture piece, however you recovered quickly “You know I've been in my bedroom on occasion” you added, trying to joke your way out of the blonde’s wrath. Of course that didn't work.

Scorned, Emma huffed, stretching her arm out and pointing her index finger accusatory at you “You know damn well this isn't funny to me in the slightest! You can't keep playing with your health like that” the blonde sighed, calming her down as she lowered her arm and sat down to the much softer armchair next to the couch “At least you will have the winter break to sleep and relax more…. And I better not see you with your nose in any books either”

Your smile fell. It's not like you were disagreeing with Emma; you knew you had the tendency to overwork yourself. You knew that, realistically, not even the measly four weeks could make up for the sleepless nights you endured to perform well.

“If only that was so easy” You mumbled, head dropping and gaze falling to your intertwined fingers. A shaky breath escaped your lips as your mind replayed the phone call with your mother before you recounted the events to Emma.

Your composure cracked with every passing word you told your roommate about your grandma's declining health.Your vision blurred, but you were unsure if it were tears forming on your lower lashes or if the fatigue caught up to you. All you knew for sure was that your head kept spinning.

“I am so sorry your family is going through this” Emma spoke tenderly, her strict face morphing into a look of worry and guilt. Her warm palm engulfed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You didn't even realize you were shaking before Emma held your hand, the warmth of her body seemingly calming you down “You are so strong for persevering. You, your mother and your grandma”

Humorlessly chuckling, you retorted as you finally lifted your head to meet Emma's worried face “I'm not exactly sure my gran is persevering. It looks more like she's actively trying to die”

“Hey, don't say that” the blonde knitted her eyebrows together “She is grieving the loss of her husband. They've been together for 50 years-”

“62”

“See? 62 years together is a long time. I highly doubt she stayed with him for 62 whole years if your grandmother wasn't in love with your grandfather” Emma softly added “You need to be more understanding. She didn't just lose her husband, but the love of her life”

A solemn expression grew on your face as you fully registered what Emma had told you. You finally squeezed her hand back “You are right, I should be more tactful. I guess I was just too tired and frustrated on my mom's behalf”

Emma nodded “I completely understand where you're coming from, but all I wanna say is that you should understand where your grandmother's pain comes from” she paused before she offered “If you need help with anything, I would love to lend you a helping hand. You don't have to go through this alone”

“Yeah” you replied, voice hoarse and quiet “I could use some help packing my suitcase”

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You managed to get three hours of sleep before Emma and her brother dropped you off at the train station. Since neither of you owned a car, Emma called Mikey and asked him to drive you two. You insisted that you could have just walked there, not wanting to cause your roommate any more inconvenience since she was the one who quietly packed your suitcase while you slept on the couch. Truthfully, you didn't even remember falling asleep on the uncomfortable cushions of your old couch.

“You must have been incredibly tired judging by the way you knocked out” was the only explanation Emma could offer upon your awakening. You could barely sit up straight, groaning as you felt a sharp pain in your back. It was safe to say your sleep was anything but restful; In fact, you somehow felt more tired after your nap.

Everything felt like a blur to you - from Emma hastily waking you up, to you getting ready and Mikey and Emma dropping you off at the train station. Hell, you barely remembered even getting the ticket to train and getting in your designated seat. All you do remember was the reassuring hand squeeze Emma gave you “Be sure to call when you arrive at your grandma's, ok?”

“Ok” you reassured her before giving her one last hug. You pulled the blonde woman tightly against your body, basking in her familiar warmth. Leaving your big city life and your best friend for four weeks seemed daunting to you. You were already somewhat familiar with your grandmother's village, having spent every summer up until you turned 14 in her small cottage in the middle of the forest, and having had to visit for your late grandfather's funeral. While you appreciated the many memories you have from there, you just couldn't shake the gnawing feeling off your chest that you would much rather stay.

Dreading the long ride and possible delays, you get i side, waving Emma and her brother goodbye one last time before your train took off.

The seat on the train wasn’t much more comfortable than your couch back at home. Your muscles were aching, your head throbbed unbearably and you struggled to stay awake throughout the ride, but persevered with the help of the aspirin pills Emma had shoved into your hands before you left in your dreaded voyage. The train ride wasn't easy, having had to switch trains, some of which had either been delayed or completely canceled, leaving you to run to catch the substitute trains. To say you were exhausted when you boarded your last train was an understatement. You yearned for your bed the way you have never before; not even the all nighters you frequently pulled wore you down as much as traveling to your grandma’s village. The perspective of sleeping in the guest bedroom after a nice hot bath seemed to be your lifeline, your sole motivator to suck up the agonizing slow pace your train went by.

That was until you heard footsteps coming towards your seat.

Slow, calculating steps tapping on the metal floor, silent like a stalking predator nearing itself towards its prey. It was like a switch inside you got turned on as you felt someone stride towards you. Immediately, every trace of tiredness vanished from you, replaced with the same deep-rooted fright you felt when you left your hometown. The fight or flight instinct kicked in, but you remained grounded in your seat. A swift glance to your window showed you the pitch black sky, only illuminated by a crescent moon and a handful of stars. You didn't see any lights from any cities or towns the train rode by, meaning you weren't too far away from your grandmother’s village. Yet, this revelation didn't seem to calm your racing heart. You were still alone in a train with a stranger with no way out and no one to save you.

You forced yourself to breathe evenly and slowly. Breathe in. Breathe out. Despite your instincts telling you to run and hide, you tried to rationalize the sudden appearance of a total stranger to your otherwise empty wagon. Perhaps they just boarded the train? Maybe it's an employee wanting to see your ticket? Or maybe you were hearing things due to sleep deprivation?

The fear lingered, constricting your throat like a conniving snake ready to swallow you in one bite. You gulped hard, trying to force the tight feeling in your throat to disappear,your back straightening as the steps grew closer and closer until a man sat on the seat on the same row you sat. No reasonable explanation entered your mind for him to sit an arm's reach away from you when he could have easily sat on a seat on the opposite end of the wagon.

Maybe if you'd just ignore the stranger next to you, you could act unbothered and continue your train ride relatively peacefully. But despite your better judgment, curiosity soon fell over you. The gnawing question of who would go out of their way to sit near you when the train offered an abundance of untaken seats wouldn't leave your mind, so you allowed yourself to discreetly peek at the stranger. To make sure they're no harm, you rationalized with yourself. From the corner of your eyes you were able to get a good glimpse of the person: A tall man dressed in dark clothes and long black hair, back leaned against the backrest and legs spread wide apart in perhaps the most stereotypical manspread you have ever seen. His head was facing downwards, his big hands silently typing on his smartphone. The long hair cascaded down to his shoulders, making it impossible for you to see his face. Overall, the stranger didn't seem to mind your presence too much, as he paid you no attention whatsoever.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. You worked yourself up over nothing.

Your muscles relaxed when you were able to finally lean back to your seat instead of upholding your stiff, straight backed posture. Taking a quick glance at your phone confirmed you were just eight minutes away from reaching your destination, a fact that managed to calm your racing heart. Surely, nothing would happen in those eight more minutes? If he wanted to do something, the stranger would have by now.

“Didn't mean to scare you like that” a deep, masculine voice broke the silence. Startled, your head snapped towards the direction the voice came from, and unsurprisingly, you met the gaze of the stranger. Your heart thumbed as you took in his appearance, finally being able to get a clearer view on him. Narrowed, brown eyes stared back at you in what you could only describe as intrigue. Staring back at him with equal curiosity, you noted his sharp jawline and olive skin, eyes scanning his every feature. You would be lying to yourself if you said he was unattractive. He was quite the eye candy you found. From his rugged, wild look to his long fingers adorned with silver rings and his strong looking veiny hands, he was right up your alley. A tapping sound brought you back into reality, and soon, you realized it was him tapping his finger methodically against his arm rest. His bushy brows were slightly furrowed, his lips remained sealed as if awaiting your reply. The realization that you've been staring at the ravenette and fantasized about him sunk in. Blood rushed to your face, and heat spread all over your body as an overwhelming wave of embarrassment crashed over you.

“Ah, don't worry about it” was all you could muster up along with a dry laugh as a reply “I guess it's just been a long day” you added silently, more so to yourself rather than him, with an averted gaze to your phone. Barely a minute has passed since you laid eyes on the strange man, and yet you were already making yourself look like a creep. Your tired brain could handle only so much stress and adrenaline.

He remained silent, eyes trained on your sheepish self before a low hum escaped his throat “Sounds tough” Awkward silence fell over you as the stranger responded nonchalantly. You suppressed the urge to slap yourself over, having missed the opportunity to talk to perhaps the hottest guy you have ever seen. A part of you wished he'd ask you about your day or what exactly made your day so hard, but rationally, you knew not to expect a stranger to care for your unfortunate voyage to your grandmother's village. Clearly, he didn't give a shit and just made somewhat polite small talk with you after scaring the daylight out of you.

Somehow, the nameless stranger seemed to have captivated you - so much so that you mustered up all of your courage to lift your gaze and look at him one more time. This time, you caught him staring at you, but it wasn't the slightly confused, concerned look his face bore just minutes ago. His gaze was intense, brown eyes staring right into the depths of your soul. A shiver ran down your spine, the primal urge to run and hide from earlier, making a grand return. The dark glint in his eyes left you feeling exposed, naked even, like a prey animal being seized by the predator. Your arms instinctually wrapped around your body, both as a form of comfort and giving yourself the illusion of being hidden from his watchful gaze.

The ravenette finally tore his gaze off of you, abruptly standing up and grabbing his belongings “This is my stop” he gruffly told you, the baritone of his voice ringing in your ears like the melody of a new favorite song. You watched him leave the wagon you briefly shared with him first, no other words exchanged as he left you alone. You were almost disappointed. No goodbye, no explanation towards his strange act, and worst of all, you didn't catch his name.

An exasperated sigh left your lips, your fingers ran through your hair as you recounted the events of the last few minutes to yourself. Carefully standing up, you too stood up to grab your suitcase and the warm winter jacket you brought with you. Your back and ass hurt from the hard seat you sat on over the excruciatingly long voyage, muscles relaxing after a few well needed stretches. As you walked out of the train into the cold and dark, you were left to wonder if you would see the stranger from the train again.

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You weren't awoken by loud car honking or the sirens of an ambulance rushing down the busy streets of your neighborhood - not that it would have bothered you. Having lived in your big city for years now, no sound nor music was too loud for you to lose sleep over - except for Emma's scolding when Mikey was visiting to hang out. Lucky For you, you didn't hear the blonde's loud voice first thing in the morning today. You barely opened your eyes, and you already felt a weight on your chest and a rough tongue lick your nose ever so lovingly. A smile curled your lips at the sight of the orange feline snugly sitting on top of you, purring softly as she successfully woke you up. “Morning little tiger” you chuckled, reaching to pet her little head. The cat contently closed her eyes, lifting her head to meet your hand halfway and leaning into the warmth of your skin. You gave her a few more pats before you gently lifted her off your chest and sat her down on your bed so you could sit up and get handy.

Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the simple white wallpaper and the dark wooded furniture – your bed, a drawer next to your bed, a wardrobe with a mirror, a tiny table and a simple chair with a pale pink cushion on top, presumably to sit comfortably on the otherwise hard chair. The sheets you slept in were white with small floral detailing, matching your two pillows. A fond smile spread on your lips as you realized these were the same sheets your grandmother would hand you when you slept over at her house. The familiarity of them brought you comfort.

Your hand reached to your night stand, grabbing your phone to check the time. 12.34 pm. It wasn't usual for you to sleep through the better half of the day, your assignments, essays and exams forcing you to follow a very strict regime. Usually, you would have woken up hours ago and been at the library to revisit course work. But you weren't at home. You were far away in a village tucked away in a dense forest, and the academic responsibilities are haunting you no more.

Three new messages caught your attention. Emma.

Did you arrive yet? How are you holding up?

Hello??? Were you kidnapped or something or why are you not replying to me?? ( •̀ - •́ )

Honey, I know it's late, but I hope you've arrived safely and are snuggly asleep (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Your fingers swiftly typed out a response to the worried blonde, telling her about your long and taxing train ride and having slept more than eight hours - which you knew she would appreciate. You left out the strange encounter with the man on your last train, debating on whether or not it would make her worry more. In the end, you decided to leave him out. For now, you thought to yourself, thoughts drifting to the handsome ravenette. You swore to yourself you would tell your best friend about him if you'd get the chance to see him again. Considering he got out on the same stop as you did, you are almost certain you would see him again sooner or later, as the village your grandmother lived in was small. It would be a miracle if you didn't see him again.

A silent knock to the wooden door pulled you back to reality. The door opened, the old handles creaking at the push, revealing your mother. The older woman stepped in and smiled as soon as she saw you. “Morning sleepyhead” her cherry voice greeted you while she walked towards you and sat down at the end of your bed.”How did you sleep?” Her attention quickly shifted to the orange feline laying by your side “I see Marigold woke you up, huh?” she reached to pet the feline's cat, chuckling at the soft purrs that vibrated from the feline. Marigold, oftentimes lovingly referred to as “Goldie”, was your grandmother's cat. Despite being an orange cat, she didn't wreak havoc, instead preferring to nap on the soft cushions of the kitchen chairs, especially when your grandmother is preparing afternoon tea. Though, you recall that the feline became mild mannered with age, as your childhood memories painted a completely different story. You recalled her being a feisty kitten, hissing and scratching at you when you and your grandmother found her under the stairs.

“I slept like a rock” you replied back, stretching your arms above your head and hearing your spine crack.You never really told your mother that the cost of your academic devotion was a healthy sleep schedule, so you refrained from telling her that last night's sleep was the best – and longest – you have slept in over a year. And I have it good, you detected. If it wasn't for Emma's cooking skills and shoulder to cry on, you would have been an easily irritable, hungry, sleep deprived mess. The thought of Emma's food made your stomach growl.

“Oh, I can tell” The older woman's eyes roamed your features, glad to see you so relaxed. “You barely stumbled out of the train last night. I can't blame you though, traveling for an entire day isn't for the faint of heart”. It was true. Yesterday's stress took you out completely – so much so you didn't remember the events leading up to and after meeting the stranger on the train. All you can remember are his deep brown eyes piercing through your soul.

“You missed breakfast and our lunch will still need some time to finish cooking, but I saved you some of grandma's freshly baked bread” your mother chuckled, swinging her left leg over her right leg as she made herself more comfortable on your bed “She's been more active ever since she found out you'd come to visit her” Conflicting feelings overcame you. On one hand, you felt like a terrible grandchild for not having come any sooner. On the other hand, you were relieved to find out your mere presence made your grandmother feel better. Thoughts of persuading her to take her health swirled in your head, already planning on how to get her to seek out a trained specialist. This revelation, however, hinted at something of far greater importance: if she can move around and bake bread in the morning just for you, maybe her physical health wasn't declining . Maybe she has no serious life altering illness like you have thought prior.

“Well, I'm glad to hear she is doing better” you hummed “When are you leaving to go home?”

“I'm leaving right after lunch. Can't miss out on your grandmother's stew” Grandma’s stew, the single best thing you have ever put in your mouth. Your stomach grumbled again at the mention of the stew, memories of greedily eating the dish with a large wooden spoon carved by your grandfather resurfaced in your mind. Quickly tossing your blanket to the side, you slipped out of the warmth and comfort of your bed, naked feet standing on the creme colored rug. “God mom, now I'm actually starving. You sure there's nothing left of breakfast for me?” Your mother paused, eyes squinting as she thought of your request “I'm sure I saw some packaged noodles in her pantry. And eggs, if memory serves me right” raising a brow at your mother, you retorted “Packaged noodles? Like instant noodles? Since when is grandma eating that stuff?” Your mother nodded along, brows knitted in confusion “I'm not entirely sure either, but I guess your grandma came to embrace at least a semblance modernity”

You didn't press any further, unsure if this was truly the answer to your grandmother's change in diet.”Yeah, I guess that makes sense” Slowly nodding, you turned around to to walk out the bedroom, putting on wine red slippers before you opened the dark wooden door “I'm going to make myself something to eat. Do you wanna come down to the kitchen with me?” “I'll quickly call your dad and join you in the kitchen”

You left your designated bedroom, shivering as you stepped into the cold hallway. Maybe walking out in nothing but a simple nightgown was not a smart idea, but you already stepped out of the bedroom, and you didn't feel like intruding on your mother's call. She can be such a sap. You smiled to yourself, remembering the sickly sweet way she would talk to your father. I'd rather not overhear any of that, you concluded, deciding to tough out the cold for a little while until you'd get to the kitchen.

You walked down the stairs, the wood creaking softly under your feet with every step you took. This house was old, having been built by your grandfather's father almost a century ago. Every brick and every nail belonged to your family history. What an odd thought, you thought as you passed the family old pictures of people you have never met hanging on the walls. The black and white pictures were framed in gold, the faces familiar, yet strange. You remembered admiring them when you were just a child, wondering what the stories of these people were. As time passed, you'd start to wonder if one day, you would end up next to them, a vibrant, colorful picture of you next to the grey and brown ones of your ancestors.

The endless halls of your grandmother's home finally lead you to your destination. The door was wide open, inviting you to step inside and eat to your heart's content. You entered to see the kitchen of your childhood frozen in time. The large table still stood in the center with the same white lace tablecloth, your grandmother still kept her porcelain plates and dishes in the glass cabinet, and upon further inspection, even the drawing you gifted her ages ago hung on the fridge. Some things really never change.

Walking straight to the pantry, you had to satiate your curiosity before you could even think of stilling your hunger. There was no way your grandmother – an elderly woman who swore on home cooked meals, homemade remedies, and grew her own vegetables and fruit – would ever willingly buy instant ramen. It sounded so ridiculous to you, so unfathomable, that the same woman who would even refuse to buy you candy and instead offer you jars of various fruit compotes, would all of a sudden abandon her moral standing on processed and stored bought food out of convenience. Yet there it was, between rice and pasta, you found the package of instant soba. Grabbing the plastic package, you carefully inspected it to make sure you weren't hallucinating. “Peyoung Yakisoba” you read out loud. Baffled at your discovery, you remained silent, carefully reading through the ingredients’ list.

Heavy footsteps rippled through the silence. There she is, you figured it would be your grandmother walking towards you considering your mother had a habit of announcing her entrance. The footsteps grew closer and stopped, your grandmother must be close to the kitchen. “Gran, you shouldn't be eating this stuff” you lectured, your back still facing her and your eyes skimming over the nutritional label. “The amount of sodium in this pack is crazy. That can't be healthy for you” “Oh how thoughtful”

You inhaled sharply as a deep male voice responded to you back. Swiftly turning around, you were met with a tall man leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his body, his sharp eyes watching your every move. You had already recognized him by his voice, the deep rasp of his tone haunting you to the core. Before, you stood none other than the stranger you met in the train yesterday, but this time, you got an even better look at him. The ravenette looked even more handsome during daylight you found, mesmerized by the silky long hair and the tattoos peeking under the collar and sleeves of his navy hoodie. The same silver rings as last night adorned his fingers, and with the way you studied them his hands last night, you were almost certain you'd recognize them among a thousand pairs. This time, however, you were able to rip yourself gaze off of him on your own with having him snap you out of your trance like state. He had this effect on you, and you deeply loathed it.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” you pressed, forcing your voice to remain steady. The man wasn't impressed with your faux display of confidence and instead let his eyes roam over your body. You wanted to hide your body from his gaze, regretting not having thrown on at least a robe over your short nightgown. There was little to be left for his imagination, as your gown was barely hiding anything: your legs, neck, cleavage and shoulders were exposed to him, the fit accentuated the shape of your hips and chest as well. You might as well have stood naked in front of him, it wouldn't have made a big difference to you as the skimpy cloth couldn't shield you from him. His brown eyes finally traveled up to your face. The expression on his face remained unreadable, though you swore you spotted a light furrowed on his brows. You were about to repeat your question louder this time and demand answers, until he spoke up first. “‘m not here for you” he expressed unenthusiastically, although the way he licked his lips made you think otherwise.

He stepped away from the door frame, straightening his back as soon as you heard another pair of footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Dreading washed over you. You weren't ready for a second intruder. Bracing yourself on what comes next, your mind went into a frenzied survival state, ready to grab the nearest objects and throw them at the home invaders.

But no big, strong, scary looking man showed up. Instead, your grandmother tapped her way into the kitchen entrance with her walking stick. “Oh, goodness gracious, what are you wearing?” her mouth fell agape when she saw your skimpy nightgown, nudging the strange man into his ribs. “Keisuke, do not look! This is improper!” Even more questions arose inside your head when the stranger – Keisuke – obeyed and averted his gaze from you wordlessly. Who is he? Why is he here? How does grandma know him? Why is he always checking you out? Those were the questions you knew you would be demanding answers for.

You watched the man whose eyes roamed your form shamelessly avoid eye contact with you after your grandmother entered the scene. Eyebrows knitted in confusion at the absurd turn of events, you tried to make sense of what had just happened, not noticing your grandmother hastily walking over to you. You only snapped out when you felt the handle of the wooden walking stick poking your side. “Do not stand here like you're a statue. Go! Get dressed! You can't be walking around half naked when a man is around!” she demanded, each poke becoming increasingly more aggressive. Heat rushed to your face as you nodded your head bashfully at the elderly woman before you headed out of the kitchen. Your shoulder lightly bumped into the ravenette when you walked out “Sorry” you mumbled out to him, being careful so your grandmother wouldn't hear you talk to him. After all, you really didn't want to invoke her anger one more time. Without even looking at you, the ravenette clicked his tongue at you “Yeah, you better be. She's gon’ lecture us as soon as you come back” he grumbled back. You wordlessly left, walking up the stairs to your bedroom as silently as you could.

Upon opening the wooden door, you discovered that your mother had left your bedroom, leaving only a sleeping Marigold on your bed. Thankfully. You would need the silence to fully comprehend what had just transpired and to pick out an outfit that would be up to your grandmother's liking. This will be a long day.

#♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 #tr baji #baji #baji x reader #baji x you #baji x y/n #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers baji #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers baji x reader #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x reader #mdni banner by cafekitsune

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thatsmooji · 22 days ago

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is the tokyo rev fandom still alive? cause i wanna write some blasian!baji 🤭

#tokyo rev x reader #baji keisuke #baji x reader #tokyo revengers

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imjustabeanie · 26 days ago

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Matchup exchange

For @kittywhoo

Ah your runner ups are a mess! I hesitated a lot between Koko, Sanzu and Baji. Now I still wonder how Sanzu is a runner up with basically everyone…Anyways in the end, and after research, I settled on Baji!

Baji will give you princess treatment, plus your hair will be the best it ever looked. He’s protective, loyal, willing to sacrifice himself for you and is more stable than the other two. You can see it as them being closer to kings/princes but he’d be the knight in shining armor. Plus your adorable princess will have a place in his heart like Peke J.

Your meeting was funny. Baji decided to calm down a little from the gang life as it upset his mother a lot. Plus he had to get better grades. Somehow you got assigned as his tutor. Now you expected a delinquent…not loreal next hair model who’s polite but clumsy. Baji is clumsy in social situations, sometimes he’s a bit too honest which may upset people. At first you two clashed a lot and he just didn’t know how to speak with girls correctly. But at least he wanted his grades to get better! So that’s why you stuck around. He became nicer and more polite thanks to Emma and his mother coaching him. Did you see the infamous nerd Baji? Yes you did and thanks god you snapped him out of it. Ironically the two of you became friends (?) of the sort. I mean so many hours tutoring can only lead to that. Well you saw him as a newly made friend and started bringing snacks to your sessions. He, with the interference of Emma, saw it as flirting! So he became more flustered and it lead to awkward situations where he tried to hold your hands and got you flowers…If it wasn’t for Emma meeting you and recognizing you one day, poor Baji would’ve died thinking he’d left you with a dead crush. Emma, being herself, couldn’t tell Baji of the fluke. Plus she was already shipping you two so she decided to play matchmakers. She had to show you how gently Baji could be. That’s how you got introduced to Peke J. A man who takes such good care of a cat can only be good.

Don’t worry, this weird friend zone moment will end soon. Actually it ended on the spring festival. Baji invited you. Considering how excited you were about dressing up for it, he let you chose his outfit and even his hairstyle. You insisted on paying so he insisted on paying for the food+ activities. That day, you two got mistaken for a couple so often that he decided to do something reckless. Yes he confessed under the fireworks. This could’ve gone very bad for him but I guess the weeks Emma spent coaching him to show his good side helped and you accepted.

Baji as I said before is a very loyal person. But he’s also very protective but at least not the stalker type. No if he has a problem he’ll tell you. Whether it’s a friend he’s suspicious about or somewhere you’re going alone that’s not safe. God forbids you tell him you’re going out to buy late at night. He’ll buy it and deliver it for you. If it’s an outing with friends he’ll just wish you to have fun and send him a goodnight message once you’re home or if you need him to drive you. Speaking of driving, he may be very reckless in his driving but if he got royal cargo (aka you) then suddenly he becomes the safest biker around. The gang is surprised every time they see that. I mean he went from forgetting to wear a helmet to custom making one for you as well as a jacket.

The original gang often tease that you tamed the wild beast that’s Baji. Which is kinda true. You once scolded him so bad for getting hurt that he’s now more cautious. He also let you decorate him as you want. As long as you don’t send pictures to the others…he still owes Mitsuya lunch and he’d never hear the end of it! You’re such a good influence on him that his mother adores you! Frankly, with her and you in the mix he may avoid his grim fate…

Baji is very insecure about how your parents may perceive him. You’re the apple of their eyes, he has a delinquent reputation. No matter how many times you tell them his heart is in the right place, it’s normal for them to disapprove. That’s why he does his best to appease them and no matter how many challenges and words they throw his way, he’ll do his best to prove them he’s worthy of you. Good thing he’s a gentleman who will do the right steps unconsciously. If I had given you koko he’d have tried to bribe them. Don’t get me started on Sanzu.

Baji loves coming to your window late at night with snacks and just chatting with you. And if you try to tackle him he’ll let you then playfully fight back. Between the thrill of being caught and just your presence, these moments shine bright in his memory. He’s also the type to drop everything if you called, even if it’s for an emotional reason. Baji will always be your shoulder to cry/vent on. He may not be good at comfort but he’ll try to make you smile and will make you feel validated! Which is what you need in these moments (I try to make them laugh. Apparently it’s not the best thing to do idk)

In the end, Baji is a very caring boyfriend who puts you on a pedestal (most of the time. If you do something bad he’ll tell you in private). He’s protective, caring and willing to change for better for your sake. Congrats, the knight became your prince.

#matchups #match ups #tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #baji x reader

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animelover28sworld · 1 month ago

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*POV Draken had enough of Y/N's and Baji's fighting, and the gang is going on a road trip*

Y/N: if you can't handle this then just pull over and drop me off!

Baji: what are you going to do?!

Baji: walk back to the hideout?!

Y/N: I will do anything to get me away from you!

Draken: Children! Children! Children!

Draken: this interminable bicking was amusing at first.

Draken: but it's getting very stale and we have a long drive ahead of us so why do you two cut the horse shit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another!

Baji: whoa!

Y/N: you are way off base buddy!

Draken: oh spare me, spare me, spare me!

*draken looks at Y/N*

Draken: yes, yes he's a brute, I know.

Draken: and gosh you really like a nice man to settle down with.

Draken: but admit it!

Draken: you're real curious to know what he's like in the sack!

*Y/N get's flustered*

*draken looks at Baji*

Draken: and you, ha!

Draken: you're just a big man baby who would rather act tough then admit your feelings

Draken: because the last time you opened up you're heart you got hurt. Owwie

Draken: and now rather than admit these feelings your dancing around one another with this mind numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

Draken: so please, for my sake stop your bickering or pull over and tear off those clothes and get it over with!!!!

*Y/N and Baji are quiet*

Chifuyu: well he said what was on everyone's mind...

#tokyo revengers #draken tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #y/n x Tokyo revengers #baji x reader #toyko revengers incorrect quotes #inncorrect quotes #chifuyu matsuno

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serukaiz · 1 month ago

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rukai.. my beloved.. go into full detail about keisuke’s kinks 🎤

thank you for the req vile honeyyy <3 i hope i explained this thoroughly… words cannot convey my thoughts for this man

KEISUKE BAJI’S KINKS ᯓ★

💢 MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT!

⚠️ warnings: SMUT!!!, knife kink, blood kink, primal play, lowkey dub-con maybe(??), exhibitionist kink, he crawled his way up from hell, p in v, toys, he’s obsessed, implied bisexual baji (but he’s got a pref for women), bunny-wolf comparison, fem!reader !!!

ⓘ : you’re in an established relationship with him.

starting off let’s discuss his knife kink…

he likes to drag his blade across your skin all the time. it’s a simple graze, not nearly enough to cut, but he’ll apply more and less pressure depending on your reactions. he tracks every single shudder and breath you take. how your pulse will start sprinting when he brushes the very tip of his blade against your precious inner thigh, tracing an imaginary heart with his knife across your flesh. he likes watching you panic when he does this with you. gives him a sick satisfaction that you hand to him best.

he’ll hold his trusty pocket-blade to your throat, slowly trailing his way down, cutting your delicate ribbon choker and baring you completely to him. that manic, borderline crazed look in his whiskey brown eyes as he takes advantage of you ignites something inside.

never trust this man when you have a bra on. the moment he decides he wants to see your tits, he’s going to chop that thing into two clean halves and you’ll be left with money well-wasted and bite marks around your nipples. he won’t ask, no. why should he? you’re his girlfriend, you should know he doesn’t give a shit about how expensive it was. he’ll cover that cost anyway. lingerie is useless when you’re with keisuke baji.

he slices your clothes so casually. especially loves doing it in public — it’s just a tiny slit to your skirt and the side of your panties, no one will notice. right?

and speaking of putting you through bullshit for anyone to see, he’s a little bit of an exhibitionist. loves the thrill of getting caught, shutting you up with his fingers or his fat cock and pulling away like nothing happened the instant you’re in dead sight of people. he’ll silently tease you about it too, the bastard. the wink that he personally sends to you goes completely unnoticed by everyone, it’s so brief and only you’d understand.

he’s got a kink for restricting you especially. whether it’s pinning your wrists behind your back when he’s thrusting into your poor cunny so hard the bed threatens to break with your sanity or expertly keeping your legs forced apart as he devours you like a man starved, sharp teeth scaring against your folds and tongue working into your hole like it’s his cock.

he’s a genius with tying knots, by the way. do with that what you will.

he adores power play, primal play, anything of the kind. anything that puts you at his mercy, because there’s nothing more this brutish sadist loves than having you so pathetic for none other than him. he’ll taunt you, set a timer for two minutes or five, just to give his sweetheart a headstart even though you both know you can barely even dream of successfully escaping him. whether he gives you thirty seconds or twenty days to run, he will always catch up, and at an alarming speed.

sometimes, he simply likes to watch you. observing comes most naturally to him. learning everything about you, your inner-most and the petty things that get on your nerves. that includes staring at you while you masturbate, half-lidded eyes narrowing as you struggle to get off. poor thing. your own fingers will never be as good as his own when it comes to satisfaction. he almost takes pity on you, maybe he’ll help out.

maybe. he’s not going to do shit. the only reaction you’re getting from him is an obvious tent in his pants and the ghost of a cruel smirk curving his lips.

this doesn’t mean he only likes to observe how you turn yourself on, though. not at all. the reason why one of his favourite things to do is play you with his butterfly knife is because of the many, many actions he coaxes out of you. he watches how you react to his touch, that sweet noise you make when he hovers a centimetre away from your ear, how your body just arches into him.

he’ll have you spread out, perched on his firm thigh with your front to his. you’ll feel the roughness of his thumb as he rolls your clit, dragging his touch achingly slow in the middle of your folds and down to your hole. there, he’ll part you, commit the way your arousal and cum drips out so cutely to his memory. on another occasion, he’ll watch how his own body reacts to you. pressing his dick against your mound, not quite fucking into you or grinding, but just letting it rest there. he’ll watch how both of you twitch, how he can only last a minute and a half of dragging his pierced tip up and down your cunt before he slams into you until you can feel him in your tummy.

another one of his kinks is marking.

what better way to show you off and silently declare to the world that you’re his than having your neck covered in hickeys? or a new bruise on your thigh, or a noticeable handprint on your ass, or a bite mark on your shoulder that makes it seem like a dog jumped you? by the time keisuke is done with you, you’ll look like you’ve been mauled. and honestly, you were. he can be gentle when he wants to be. he just doesn’t want to be gentle most of the time.

it goes the other way around too. the surge of pride he feels when he looks at an all too obvious bite on his neck or broad shoulder after spending the night with you pales in comparison to any other high. leave scratch marks on him. own him. make him bleed. he’s as much of a masochist as he is a sadist. the cocky smirk he wears when someone points out he has claw marks on his back is something he can’t hold back with a simple bite to the inside of his cheek. he’ll subtly try to show it too, wear a low-hanging collared shirt just to expose the hickey on his clavicle that you left two days ago, even roll up his sleeves to show your marks on his big forearms or decide not to wear a choker so people can see the bruise on his throat.

he gets so, unbelievably turned on when you’re mad. half of the time, he only gets pissed when you’re yelling at him, but the other half? the amount of smugness he embodies when he’s enjoying your anger is enough to rival any fratboy who just fucked the hottest girl in college.

he won’t even respond when you’re barking at him about something or the other, he’ll only peer down at you with a deadpan expression and those hungry eyes of his. you barely seem to register the amused twitch of his lips. he doesn’t bother hiding how funny you are to him.

“you done?”

“you’re such a— no i’m not fucking done! i—“

he’ll haul you over his shoulder and smack your ass, “i don’t care. shut up already. tired of hearin’ you yap.”

and in the following minutes he’ll fuck you so stupid you forget a speck of the reason why you ever were so enraged. he’ll taunt you about it afterwards, leaning against the doorframe as you drink water to relieve the soreness you developed in your throat ‘cause you screamed his name so much, hands tucked in the pockets of his low-hanging sweatpants that get you bothered all over again. you’re curled up on the bed, still reeling from the sensation of his cum generously coating your abused pussy.

“still mad at me, little girl?”

“shut up.”

he’ll definitely keep sextapes of you both. sometimes he gets a little frustrated when you’re not around, and the sound of your pornographic moans and the way you arched your back so deliciously when he pulled your hair to wrench your head toward him in one of those videos is the only thing that can relieve him. it’s good for blackmail too.

he incorporates toys into your sessions. if he’s got the audacity to drive you insane with his knife, he’s got the audacity to edge you with a vibrator and make you ride his pillow until you cum. yes, his pillow. he’s a pervert, what did you expect?

he’ll turn your vibrator on to the lowest setting, allow it to torturously press against your pretty cunny and stare at you helplessly roll your hips, grinding your ass on his hardening cock and your clit against that toy turned weapon.

keisuke finds you totally fascinating. that fucked out expression you make when he fucks himself home inside your squishy walls, how your eyes roll back when his piercing hits just right, how your tits bounce with every violent thrust. it’s all the more mesmerising if you’re wearing jewelry while he’s at it. he’s almost like a crow with how he observes the way your rings and the chain of your necklace glint in the light. you can’t help but be entranced by his own bling. that crucifix hanging way below his collarbones — how ironic that he of all people wears a cross. it seems to be the only thing you can properly focus on other than his fangs when he’s fucking you so deep that your vision blurs.

he looooves how different you are compared to him. you’re like a bunny against a wolf, all cottony and sweet to every sense. it’s a reason he prefers women far more than men. it’s a reason he prefers you over everyone.

“you’re so soft,” he’ll mutter and cup a delicate breast in his hand. he scoffs absentmindedly, cherishing the moan you let out at the feeling of his fingertips grazing your nipple.

“a-ah… yeah?”

“look at you,” his tone borders on a growl, “you’re weak. could break your spine in two.”

your breathing hitches. is that… a threat? he’s threatening you while fondling you like dough. “what?”

“made a mistake trusting me with you. bend over.”

#. † ݁keisuke baji #baji #baji keisuke #baji x reader #𓏲ּ filth #♱ ruru’s rambles #keisuke baji #baji smut #baji x reader smut #𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎: 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

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