#bajifuyu x reader

[burekforsatoru]

home is where we are: sweet boy

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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[yanderederee]

Aftermath…

July 21st, 2004

..T….nt…amitt….damnit…damn…damnit..daMniT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT

Chifuyu didn’t have the heart to stop him. Chifuyu has always been the one to rest a hand on Baji’s shoulder and stop him when he was being reckless.

However, this time, if Chifuyu were to even try to touch Baji, there was a guarantee that same arm would get bent.

Chifuyu couldn’t stop Baji’s assault on the subway tiles. “Damnit!!” Baji screamed once again. It was amazing how his voice hadn’t given up, going at this same pace for almost 11 hours now.

“Damnit!!” Baji yelled, finally losing vigor. Chifuyu ran to his side, helping his captain to his knees when he couldn’t take the overwhelming dig in his chest.

Baji was a victim too. He’d been forced into things no man ever should have to experience. Let alone a 13 year old kid, with what felt like the weight of the world on his back.

Baji couldn’t control the sobs that took him over in violent tremors. Chifuyu held Baji’s weak form, while they began to cry together.

“Damnit… I ..” Baji croaked out. Chifuyu held on tight, coursing his friend to talk.

Please, just talk to me. I know I can’t help. But please. Let me hurt for you.

“I couldn’t… I tried…” he sighed, blurry vision making out the wrappings on his arms, meant to heal the cuts and burns underneath. The blood that still stained them, because he kept opening the damn things wide open. Chifuyu doesn’t think it’s on purpose. Baji knows it is.

“Why… why does shit like this happen, to good fucking people!” Baji’s rage was slowly on the incline again. His temper may have been bad before, but the severe concussion and trauma he’d been forced to endure, he was uncontrollable.

“She didn’t do anything! Stayed out of toman, never skipped her dumb fucking curfew… S-she…” he bawled. Rage gave way to pain once again, and Chifuyu shook when he held tighter.

Baji almost whispered what came next, sending shivers down Chifuyu’s back.

“I couldn’t understand it before.. wanting to kill someone so badly. So seriously…” he evened out his tone and became stone. “But damnit..Chifuyu-“ he tried to keep the tough face, but as if immediately being brought back to earth, his walls crumbled all over again.

“None of it’s her fault, you’re right.” Chifuyu agreed, quickly following up. “We know who’s to blamed Baji. It’s okay.”

“We’ll get out revenge.”

It had only been two weeks since Toman and Yotsuya Kaiden fought .

…

July 11th, 2004

“…. I thought… we’d get …the chance…” you said softly, between hiccups you held back so harshly. “I had.. so much planned for…”

It was Tanabata after all. And it was long ruined.

“… I know.” Baji spoke into your hair. Ever since muscle in his body was sore, and shaking. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, cradling your head with his one good arm.

“Don’t worry baby, the gods will hear your prayers. I promise you that every god who ..” he paused, pulling away, and firmly cradling with all the softness there was left in him. “I promise, I will make the gods and humans alike, who let this happen. I will ..”

“I’ll make sure that every single one of your wishes come true.” He nuzzled his forehead against yours, uncontrollably letting tears flood past.

You could see Baji’s pupils become uneven, eyelids blinking over and over.. he was going to lose conciousness. “Baji-”

“Keisuke.” His voice broke once, hurt at the usage of his last name. “Pl..lease..” he closing his eyes when he held back a sob. “Please let me still be your Kei.”

…

Baji passed out immediately after those words, sobs racking him in and out of slumber, even still.

There was nothing more you wished to do than to cradle his broken form into you. It was so natural to follow those urges ever since you two agreed on dating.

But you couldn’t disturb him with the equally violent panic attacks what ripped through you without warning.

Nauseous, you felt hands wondering areas they never should have. Disgusted, scared—- you fell out of the hospital bed trying so hard to make it to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Chifuyu is stunned into tears when he finds your unconscious form collapsed on the floor, a pool of vomit only feet away.

“Oh god,” stunned when obversing the scene in front of him, he was horrified to actually catch your flickering gaze. Very in and out of consciousness. “Y/n, hey, it’s okay.” Chifuyu encouraged. He sat you up, and folded your knees under his grip, gently carrying you around the accidently and into the bathroom.

“Here,” he sat you by the toilet, discarding his hoodie, and rolled up his sleeves. “Only think about staying sat up against the wall.” He instructed, laying the back of his hand over your forehead.

“Doing great,” he smiled at you brilliantly when you managed to keep his gaze for longer than three seconds. “Take your tim-” he started, until another violent wave of nausea keeled you over the edge of the toilet suddenly.

Holding back a pitiful string of tears, Chifuyu bit his lip and pulled strands of hair from your face. “Let it out,” he kept going, adding considerable pressure into the small circles he rubbed into your back.

Chifuyu sat with you as you lethargically came back in and out of conciousness. Crying some seconds about how awful everything felt, dozing off peacefully into his chest, to worrying about Baji. This cycle repeated from the morning when he first came to check on you, til the nurses released him of his role, and shooed him out. He made sure they kept his hoodie for you to hold onto. Just in case.

“Why didn’t you call for a nurse earlier dumbass?!” Baji kicked Chifuyu’s waiting room chair harshly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it!” Chifuyu admitted bashful. “I just.. I couldn’t leave.” He shrugged, painfully.

“You’re a good guy, Chifuyu…” Baji said, his head felt like it was spinning while he cradled into his busted hands. “Thank you.. for staying by her.”

“I’m sticking by you too, yaknow.” Chifuyu shoved Baji softly. Baji gave Chifuyu a look over, before smiling. “Thanks…”

Baji would absolutely never in a million’s years admit just how terribly he was struggling. But being a good person, he couldn’t hide it for shit. Not this time.

“‘Kids just go round hitting eachother over the side of the hair for fun these days?”

…

“I just can’t believe the things these kids are getting themselves into anymore!”

…

“Ms Baji, this is serious.. he’s looking at a 3 month healing window, just from a glance…”

…

So much annoying chatter. His head was splitting open so damn bad, he honestly couldn’t really remember any for the next few days, if you’d asked him. Just a few core memories to get by.

He felt pathetic, the dizzy spells that took him down, out from his own feet. He was almost thankful that school was finally out for the semester, since remembering anything was difficult, but above all else, Nothing. Felt. Normal.

While recovering, there were so many times he would excuse himself to hide into a bathroom stall, and let whatever uncontrollable urge take over.

He felt so unlike himself at every given opportunity, uncomfortable in the way his friends and family alike would look at him.

Don’t look at me like that.

He wanted to snap back. And unfortunately, he did.

His sense of irritability spiking and diminishing quicker than a conversation could be held.

He’d get frustrated at the littlest of mistakes.

Baji couldn’t stand the look of pity everyone gave him when he slipped or slurred a word.

Yet, out of every person, he made dead honest effort to push pash every single symptom down, if only for a few minutes or hours.

Just to enjoy the feeling of comforting you.

Baji cries alone to himself more than ever, but he made, forced you into pinky promising him that should you ever, ever, ever, need him ever, for any reason. He would escape his hospital room and force his way into yours.

To be here with you, now. It’s past midnight, quiet and dark, easy on his dissipating headache. Baji heard you wake up with a gurgled, terrified scream.

The same scream that ripped him wide open in the first place.

Bolted, Baji came to witness your sweat stained hospital gown clinging to you while you were gathering your bearings, upright in the bed and panting, hyperventilating.

You held eachother the entire night, sharing sniffles, and tighter squeezes.

“How are you feeling?” You asked him, leaning against his chest, while he lay his back in your hospital bed.

“Nothin’ to worry about,” he gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m already halfway healed.”

You stare into him deeper, and knowing you were about to call his bluff, he looked away and chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hangin in there.” He answered honestly.

“But.. I’m seriously more worried about you,” he gently touched, his bad arm tucked into your side as you carefully considered it while cuddling into him closer.

As bad of a liar as you may be to him, you always made sure to wear this obvious mask of serenity. You rolled your eyes, as though being used to hearing this now.

“I’m not going to force it out of you,” Baji rested his forehead against the dip of your temple. “I have no idea what kind of things go on inside your head. Wish I did,” he chuckled shifting to kiss your cheekbone. “… you’re smart. I trust you…” he shifted your absent gaze, dewing up when he made deep eye contact.

“I trust you to talk to me,” he whispered again. “I’ll be anything you need, forever.”

“So when you’re ready, I’m here…”

[sh1nch1r0]

𝖐_𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚

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Baji x Reader

U have a crush on Baji and u find his insta stuff like that…

(ur best friend and u have matching insta names u are called Geto and ur Besties is Gojo)

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„Do you think thats really him?“ u questione ur Best Friend.

„OMG just request himmm“she says annoyed and tries to take the perfect picture of her parfait.

„U can request him first then i do it“u plead.

„No,thats against the girls girl code“she says and smiles at you.

„Fine…but if anything goes wrong i blame u“u add.

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U make ur way home from ur meet up.

Ur headphones were on and u were listening to ur Favorite Playlist as u heard a notification trough ur ear buds.

•K_eisuke accepted ur request

U clicked at the Banner and his instagram Account pops up.

He has a couple of pictures of cats and his friends in his feed and two story highlights.U look at the highlights they were nothing special either cats or some pictures of his friends with bikes.

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„Did u follow her back???“ Chifuyu asks.

„NO.“ Baji says and looks at the Blonde.

„Whyyyy…..u i tought u like her“he says confused amd Baji gives him a annoyed look.

„Fuyu,shut it…..shes ugly and not my type“the black haired says and looks away.

„HUH do u listen to urself man?“his friend questions him.

„At first u cant stop speaking about her and now u call her ugly…Baji….are u sick?“ this earns him a gentle punch from Baji and so he shuts up.

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It was 00:56 and u were scrooling trough instagram,as u refresh the site u see Baji posted a story.

•K_eisuke mentioned draken_,the.realmikey,and fuyu.matsuno in his story

u click the like button and u see another notification pop onto ur screen.Ur friend mentioned u in her story twice.

•g0joo. has mentioned you in her Story

•Caption:@Get_0 always asleep🫡😀

•U reposted this Story

•U added the Caption 🫥🥱🖕🏻

U swipe to the Second story of her and u see a picture of urself.

•g0joo. has mentioned u in her story

•Caption @Get_0 „DELETE IT I LOOK UGLYYYY“

•U reposted the Story

•Caption DELETE THAT 👽🥹😀

And with that u turn or phone off,u plug in the charger and u get out of bed to do ur skincare,as u return u see a new notification on ur screen.

•K_eisuke has requested to follow you

•U accepted his follow request

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„Watcha Lookin at“Baji screams at Chifuyu as they wait for the Traffic light to turn green.

„Just looking at her Insatgram Account“Chifuyu says louder so Baji could hear him over the roaring of the Engined.

„Lemme see“he says and tries to catch a glimpse.

„Follow her yourself u prick“Chifuyu answeres.

Baji just rolls his eyes takes out his phone and clicks on the follow back button on your profile.As he puts his phone back into his pocket the traffic light turns green.

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The Night Air was cold and u couldn’t sleep so u stalk his instagram posts and the newest one catches ur eye.

•K_eisuke has mentioned fuyu.matsuno

•Caption 🐈‍⬛Pussy

•fuyu.matsuno has commented When will u get Real Pussy?!

•U liked fuyu.matunos comment

The picture of him was hot,Baji was quiet popular amongst girls but u heard that only a few ladies were accepted in his Instagram Account.

And u are one of them.👹

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•Get_0 posted and mentioned g0joo.

•Caption My Personal Sleep Paralysis Demon🥹😬

•g0joo commented 😀do i need to save u

•fuyu matsuno liked this post

•k_eisuke liked this post

•k_eisuke commented Did u try giving him ur soul?🐈‍⬛

„See u have a crush on her“Fuyu says beside him

„I do…fuck.“he says quietly.

„Talk to her or text her“the dumb blonde suggests.

„Type Hey or…no type Did u get rid of ur Sleep paralysis demon?…text that“ Baji hates when his Friend tries to set him up but this time he follows his idea.

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•One unread message for get_0

K_eisuke: Did u get rid of ur Sleep paralysis demon?

get_0:Sadly yes he jumped of my bed and left😔

K_eisuke:Thats Bad i am on my way to ur house to save u,is the Demon still in ur house?

get_0:Yes hes making noise in the Hallway

K_eisuke:Will save u:)

get_0:🥹💕

K_eisuke:🩷

2 Minutes pass

K_eisuke:I am outside.Wheres the Demon?

K_eisuke:I expect a Kiss in return for saving u💕😑

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[sashimi020]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚beach episode [kazutora x gn!reader, fluff]

2 fics in one day is crazy, i wrote this instead of doing my math homework, which will probably have consequences that i will face tomorrow but i'll try to lock in now 😭

this is a bit longer, it's not proofread, there may be mistakes - regardless, i hope you guys like it! likes, comments and reblogs appreciated

the scorching summer sun burned and baked the surface of the earth, conveniently making it the best day to go to the beach. motorcycles parker near the beach, beach towels spread out and everyone enjoying their own beach activities. mikey, who was sat next to takemitchi, struggled with a sand castle for a short period of time before giving up and kicking it over like a petulant child “ken-chin this is too hard!” “fine then don’t do it.. let’s play beach volleyball, come on” mikey yanked takemitchi’s arm up “h-hey- i’m sure if we try again we could“ “it’s time for beach volleyball” mikey cut him off. 

you lay underneath the beach umbrella. it was far too hot to be running around like this. chifuyu layed next to you, dissolved in his manga. your eyes travel to the shore, baji splashed water on kazutora childishly. “you think he’ll ever like me?” you sigh out drearily. chifuyu perks up from his volume, “who, kazutora?” “who else?” he paused and stared at you curiously, as if he knew more than he was letting on. “whats with that look?” you scoff. he smirks. “nothing. it’s funny” “this is funny to you?! i didn’t ask to pine for that idiot” “so you admit it” “admit what?” “that you pine for him” his grin only widens as your conversation continues, out of the blue he starts giggles softly. you smack him lightly “why’re you laughing?.. you’re supposed to help me out..” you whine. “you don’t need any help y/n” he comments vaguely. “what’s that supposed to mean?” “you’ll find out” why was this guy being so evasive? damn idiot. “what’s his type?” you try one last time, he responded by smirking and going back to his manga. you groan and give up, drawing your attention back to kazutora. 

“you idiot!” kazutora yelped when baji splashed water on him. baji chuckled brightly as they stood at the shore, fresh salty water moving back and forth between their legs. kazutora took his attention off of baji and glanced around the beach, before inevitably landing on you. he sighed contently and his gaze went soft. you layed on the beach towel with an adorably annoyed expression as you conversed with chifuyu. suddenly he wished he could sit next to you and join in to hear your sweet voice. he didn’t even realise he was staring until baji smacked his back, startling him. “what the hell man?” baji smirked. “y/n, huh?” he paused and his face flushed. was he that obvious? “.. yeah. y/n.” baji’s smirk softened seeing kazutora’s smitten expression. “you both are good for each other” he commented. “you think so?.. anyway. i doubt i have a chance..” “don’t start with that! you never know unless you try. plus, she already get’s along with you pretty well, no? it’s better to get rejected than miss that chance” kazutora glanced back uncertainly. sometimes baji did say things that were weirdly profound. “i’m going for volley. go talk to her. trust me” baji smiled and jogged off, leaving kazutora alone. 

you look up from your unfruitful conversation and you meet kazutora’s gaze, oh shit. he noticed you were staring? what are you supposed to do now? you cough and flush slightly before giving him an extremely awkward wave. kazutora feels his cheeks heat up. you’re waving. should he go over? he swallows thickly and throws all his anxieties out of the window before walking over to you and chifuyu. he smiles shakily “hi..” “hey” chifuyu pulls away from his book “hi tora” he pauses “i’ll leave you guys alone for a bit. i’m gonna go bother baji” you give him a pointed glare for making it so obvious. he smirks in response

“soo..” you smile sheepishly. “so.. hah.. um” he chokes out eloquently. well done kazutora. “um. wanna get ice cream?” “o-oh. sure!” your smile gives a bit more brightly, having gained a sliver of confidence. you both walk over to an ice cream stand at the side of the beach. “what flavour?” you ask. “uhm.. chocolate” “okay.. i’ll get butterscotch” you get the ice creams and quickly pay for both before he can interject. you hand him his ice cream. “w- you didn’t have to-.. i could’ve paid you know? i could pay you for my share-“ “calm down. it’s just ice cream. i wanna treat you. it’s fine” you cut him off and respond reassuringly. you realise you sound a lot more composed compared to how haywire your brain is going right now. 

kazutora’s brain was completely fried. how could someone like you even exist? so nice, so sweet. all his confidence and bravado was thrown right out of the window and he felt so conscious and awkward. he could only hope that perhaps you might find it endearing. little did he know that you wholeheartedly did. 

you start eating your ice cream as does kazutora. you both sit in a comfortable silence until you interrupt it. “wanna try my ice cream?” “oh.. sure. yeah. just a bite. you can try mine too” he responds. you take a scoop out of your ice cream and lift the spoon to his face, tilting your head and looking at him with a soft gaze and small smirk. he flushed instantly. you were trying to feed him? holyy shitttt. kazutora was a goner. he hesitates before opening his mouth and letting you feed him. “t-tastes good” his voice cracks. he groans internally. he was being the furthest from smooth. your face lights up at his adorable reaction. 

“cute” you think. your conversation jumps from mikey’s shenanigans to peke j to school life as the both of you walked across the beach. to kazutora, the world dissolved and the only thing he could focus on was you. “so that’s what i was—“

you stop to glance at the sunset. it looked so mesmerising. “… it’s so pretty” you say quietly. kazutora can’t tear his gaze away from you, though. “.. yeah i agree. so pretty” he wasn’t looking at the sunset. 

you meet his gaze once more. he’s looking at you with such a smitten stare. maybe your doubts were unnecessary. unspoken words weighed the air heavily as your eyes tried to bridge the gap and convey feelings. “kazutora..” god. you said his name so lovingly. he could listen to that forever. you swallow thickly and blink slowly before throwing all apprehension out “can i kiss you?” he simply stared at you for a few moments and you immediately felt the need to take it back “w-wait i’m sorry- i didn’t” ”please. please kiss me” he chokes out desperately. you cup his face, eyes filled with hope and you press your lips against his. he could probably die happy if this was the last thing he felt. kazutora shut his eyes and let himself bask in the sensation “mph..” he groaned softly into the kiss and hesitantly, tentatively wrapped his hands around your waist. 

kazutora’s peace is shattered by a sickly familiar whoop. fucking baji. he pulled away and whined softly in frustration. did he have to interrupt?! you pull away slightly startled by the noise, hands still cupping kazutora’s face. chifuyu laughs and baji grins toothily. he jogs over and smacks kazutora’s back. “see?! i told you. just trust yourself man” you stare at him disapprovingly and reluctantly pull away to save the both of your dignity. “did you both really have to interrupt?” you sigh. baji laughs. chifuyu’s smirk softens. “anyway, i’m happy for you guys. that mutual pining was so annoying to watch.” kazutora scoffed. “chifuyu you’re no one to talk.. getting you and baji together way worse than this” chifuyu shuts up instantly. baji coughs. even if they interrupted, deep down he was grateful for them. you let go of your false annoyance as a sincere smile graces your face when you draw your attention back to kazutora. “wanna come over to my place?” “sure.” he agrees immediately, heart skipping a beat. you both walk away from the sunset, the same sunset that you both would look at years later and reminisce on the start of unforgettable, treasured and heartwarming memories that you shared, not only with kazutora, but with your friends. 

[nex-ture]

Tokyo Revengers as things people have said in Discord

Baji: I drew Peke-J

Chifuyu: Let me see

Baji:

Chifuyu: YOU TURNED HIM INTO A DISABLED FAIRY

[buccini555]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮

⊹ ｡ ﾟHeadcanons of how Ryusei would behave on your first date

⊹ ｡ ﾟH e a d c a n o n s!

⊹｡ﾟ𝑭𝒕. Ryusei Satou

The boy would be extremely punctual, both to make a good first impression on you and because of his anxiety, Ryusei would be very excited about the meeting, even more so because he wants everything to be perfect.

Ryusei would be determined to be as romantic and gentlemanly as possible, so he wouldn't mind picking you up at your house with a bouquet of red roses and some chocolates filled with strawberry and passion fruit liqueur.

He would take you to a more private restaurant with a good view of the city, you can believe that Ryusei would spend months saving all the money he could to take you to a higher class place.

He would try to be as gentle as possible and respect all of your boundaries during the encounter.

If you tried to kiss him, he would definitely not deny the kiss, however, he would wait for you to make the first move out of shyness and also out of respect.

He would share his food with you if his dish looked more appetizing.

After you were properly fed, Ryusei would take you for a walk through a park, buying your favorite ice cream to please you.

Despite seeming calm, he was mesmerized by how beautiful you looked, making him remain more silent, just admiring you at times.

He wouldn't skimp on compliments, always praising you in the most affectionate way possible with a light and sincere smile.

After night fell, Ryusei would take you to his house, holding his hand, he would just ask you for a small kiss goodbye.

[xxelfmamaxx]

[Baji & Chifuyu are texting]

Baji:I'm learning Ukrllendb!!

Chifuyu:same

Baji:ukrled

Chifuyu:take your time

Baji:ukelela

Baji:umkelele

Baji:Mini guitar

Chifuyu:there you go

[keisukibaji]

Community for Baji fans <3

[burekforsatoru]

im definitely not not writing a bajifuyu/reader polycule nuh-uh nope not me

[yanderederee]

I’m buffering between these three ideas

[sh1nch1r0]

I am literally mutating into an IPad kid cause i am playing this Tokyo Revengers puzzle game for TOO long now.

BUT OMG LOOOKKK WHAT U CAN DOO LIKE LOOK AT BAJI AND CHIFUJUU OMGGG ITS SO CUTEEE

(also not Izana slaying in the background 🤚🏻😞)

[iadoremik3y]

MASTERLIST!!!!

STORIES

Contagion! Izana, kazutora and Sanzu x reader!

Uncertainly Izana x reader

HEADCANNONS

Sano siblings with a chunibyo reader

IDK MAN

Your on a flight

TOKTO REV IMAGINES

Sanzu

YANDERE IZANA

PEKE J THE GREAT TAKER

Bajifuyu

NO SUGAR

FAIRYTAIL IMAGINES

NALU BABY

TEXT HCS

Pregnant virgin

Fake cheating prank (1) (2)

Mixing them up for there bro/rival

I thought you was my cat sitter (BONTEN) (1) (2)

[heaven-s-black-box]

File- Tokyo Revengers

Back to directory

Late for Dinner- Bajifuyu ft. male!Reader- fluff

Home for Dinner- Shinichiro x gn!Reader- angst

Cult of the Dragon- Izana x gn!Reader- N/a

World's symphony entries

Canary in a Coal Mine- Takemichi centric- angst

Things we Lost in the Fire- InuKoko- angst(?)

Losing your Memory- Takehina- N/a

[nymphoheretic]

YOUR SERIALKILLER BAJIFUYU X READER FIC AS A SONG https://open.spotify.com/track/5UixiTCmYCdunXD8wg2Ibf?si=bNtmWXI1QRiyiC0L2HuyEA

I actually had this on my writing Playlist for it!!

[buccini555]

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

♡𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅♡

↣ Most of the time, he's super cute and pretentious.

↣ He takes you to many cool places.

↣ Always buy snacks to give you.

↣ You spend a lot of time watching movies or series together.

↣ He likes to give you tight hugs.

↣ Sometimes he tries to be romantic and buys you flowers.

↣ Always protects you from everything, he would never let anyone harm you.

↣ Ryusei is quite jealous, so he always makes it clear that you belong to him.

↣ He likes slow kisses and delicately holding your hair or neck as he kisses you.

↣ His cheeks turn red when he sees you.