#KatsuBao

[ragecndybars]

persona 2 textposts round 3 i think. the last one is actually kind of the opposite of what happened in canon but it still tickles me

[thegreatsolaris]

Persona doodle dump for today

[ivoryprowler]

A more cozy and simple drawing of the lads, I love drawing hair honestly

[unbreakable-tie]

[possessedartist]

here’s some katsuya and baofu silly doodles i have lying around lol

[nero1forte]

katsubao be upon ye!!!

[g4yr4t]

they truly are my "two guys make eye contact" pairing

[narrators-journal]

Katsubao rough kinky sex 🫣🫣🫣🫣😳

This one poured out of me so easily, man. Or...at least, it did come to me a lot easier than the ask I posted just before this one. Maybe that’s because I didn’t bother with a full, drawn out set up for this one, I just jumped right into the spice with just a HINT of a set up, lol. Does that make this particularly rough? Eh, kinda? It’s at least kinky! I had a bit of fun playing with some fresher kinks that I don’t tend to dabble into.

Granted, I did have to rework this once or twice, change some of the kinks I went with, and clean it up a good amount. But! I hope you enjoy regardless, and that it fits ur prompt well enough!

CW: Edging, knifeplay, cigarette burns, slapping, so. Masochism is a given, lol. Bondage and blindfolds too.

Katsuya Suou was basically Baofu’s personal nemesis.

Law-abiding to the ‘nth degree, always ready to scold for the smallest mistake, worry-prone, and all around a stiff mother hen of a man. So, it was no mystery why the ebony haired intel broker never really got along with him on their journey to save the world.

However, when their journey had ended, and Katsuya returned to his work as a normal cop and they were no longer basically glued together 24/7, the Taiwanese man could start to see the good parts of the brunette. Like how, while yes, Katsuya Suou was a frantic mother hen in a tan man’s body, he was also as a loyal dog. He’d risked his life to try and help his baby brother, and he had shown Baofu a great amount of compassion despite the man’s bluff to shoot him in his darkest hour. So, he was a very caring person, now that Baofu could step back and see it.

So, when Katsuya had invited him over to his house after he’d gotten off of work, Baofu humored him and decided to visit. Only to discover a whole new side to his nemesis that the ravenette would’ve never guessed.

And, fuck were the smooth, but firm, grip of the pair of belts that held Baofu’s captives hostage against the arms of the chair probably the worst part of that reveal.

He wanted to grab Katsuya and fucking maul him for the humiliation he’d lured him into. He wanted to hold the brunette bastard down and vengefully fuck him until he cried. But, Katsuya’s leather belts were strong, and the chair the ebony-haired man sat in was sturdy. So, there was no real way for him to escape.

Well, in a realisticsense, the Aerokenetic man couldget free if he truly wanted to. After all, he had a persona that he could sick on the cop for the way he pulled Baofu’s hair and slapped him while he was unable to strike him back. But, the ravenette didn’t need to look too deep into himself to know that he enjoyed the sleep mask that kept him blind and heightened the pleasurable ache of the cigarette burns that had been left on his skin.

Baofu’s own horniness was to blame for that, though. Because there was no other way for him to explain why he’d let Katsuya tie him down to torment as a way to ‘let off steam.’ But regardless of what had led him to be at the suddenly sadistic mercy of the goody-two-shoes, the storm in his chest a toxic siren’s call. One that kept his boxers strained and tightened by his neglected erection and his blood alive with need and pained joy.

Perhaps that was also because the detective was annoyingly pretty. With a strong build that was softened by his sweet tooth, dark brown hair that he kept infuriatingly neat, and equally bark-colored eyes that always seemed to glare at the ravenette. So, perhaps it excited the man a bit to finally be in a situation where the detective would, assumedly, look at him with even a shred more warmth than he usually did. But, of course, there was also the simple fact that Baofu got a hard-on from the sting of each slap he received, or yank of his long, inky hair.

As much as it drove Baofu wild to not be able to feel Katsuya’s body beyond the occasional brush against his arm when the brunette would circle too closely to his chair, it also made thunder rumble in his heaving, cut up chest. Each painful drag of the knife over his torso or upper arm the equivilent of a stray bolt of pleasurable lightning through his blood. And the anticipation of each tentative touch of the detective’s calloused hand, side, or mouth was a bug zapper’s glow to a moth.

It was awful, it was unbearable, it was cruel. But the simple suggestion that, at the end of this game, Baofu would finally get to fuck Katsuya into a mess of needy pleas and tears, or at least taste something more than the tentative kisses he’d reward him with for not collapsing his lungs in spite? It was enough to keep Baofu obediently blindfolded in his chair.

[hoxxowritto]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona Series, Persona 2 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Baofu/Suou Katsuya, Suou Katsuya & Suou Tatsuya, Baofu & Serizawa Ulala Characters: Suou Katsuya, Baofu (Persona Series), Suou Tatsuya, Serizawa Ulala

Summary:

After all the mess they went through, Katsuya Suou and Baofu go about their day as normal separately, but it's in that normality that they realize how much one affected the other's life.

(this fic was posted in december i just forgot to post it here oops)

[chariz0530]

Post-Anniversary Date 💕 Here’s to more HAPPY years ♥️ @dhaeryl30 #Yabu #MozarellaSticks #KatsuSet #ChickenSet #KatsuBaos (at Yabu - House of Katsu) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVU3vOyJSMy/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ragecndybars]

collection of (mostly suou sibs related) p2 edits from the past couple months

[foodloeveretc]

Before SM North's Yabu 2 week closure starting March 25 to April 4, 2021... we get to taste these Bao buns... #KatsuBao # Yabu

...well, verdict so~so not sooooo kinda thing.

... prolly I liked the ones I got near our place... ○#BaoStreetFood

...anyway, I'll try them (¥@Bu) again next time

[echoelbo]

For the fandom meme do persona 2, persona 5, and Tales daAbyss

SURE THING JANP2:fav character: FFFRERRRIIIIICK EVERYONE BUT ESPECIALLY KATSUYA I GUESS. AND ULALA AND KEI SINCE YOU DIDN'T ASK ABOUT P1 BUT GUESS WHATleast favourite character: no one. heck man I even love the villainsotp: Katsumaya and tatsujunlisa as an ot3 and every possible dynamicbrotp: Eikichi with Tats, Jun, and Lisa and Kats and Baofunotp: Katstats probs, and tatsumaya and katsubaoP5:fav character: I Wonder. Goro, but also both of the Niijimas and Futabaleast favourite character: Shido. Kamoshida. actually all of the villains could've been written betterotp: once more, makogoroaki as an ot3 and every possible dynamic of it and harugorobrotp:Goro and Ryuji. Ryuji with everyone. Goro and Futaba are half siblings. Goro and Sae are adoptive siblings. Goro with both of the Niijimas would be scary tbh, they're all too Strongnotp: uhhhh shukita ngl. also any age gaps, as is the parTOA:fav character: JADE CURTISS BUT ALSO PEONY AND ANISE AND NATALIA AND LUKE ANDleast favourite character: I GET MAD EVERY TIME VAN APPEARS BUT EVERYONE IN TOA IS SO FREAKING WELL WRITTEN THAG I LOVE THEM ALLotp: TEARLUKE I GUESSbrotp: JADE AND PEONY, LUKE AND TEAR. ALSO FEEL THE NEED TO INSERT HERE THAT NEBILIM AND JADE HAD A GREAT RELATIONSHIP THAT PARALLELED JADE AND LUKE'S AND THEY ARE ALL ONE BIG ADOPTIVE FAMILY NOWnotp: JADELUKE. LET THEM BE FAMILY

[unbreakable-tie]

Sorry but Katsubao!! :D

[g4yr4t]

highly object to ppl calling katsubao "old man yaoi" when katsuya is 25 (six years younger than me) and baofu is 32 (one year older than me). I DO, however, headcanon that baofu considers himself old to an ugly and unlovable degree, and katsuya thinks of himself as much older/more mature than he is. bc he's 25 and that's how you feel when you're 25.

[narrators-journal]

I mdr the katsubao request earlier. I meant the one where Baofu is being tied up. Sorry for the confusion, I should have specified.

I know I said I wouldn’t answer these asks until after October, but I’ve been picking at and working on them while I wait for day 1, and I still have two days left before that. So, I decided to take mercy and post this, and the other one if I finish it, early. Because it feels SO mean to just, leave you waiting until after kinktober if the story’s been finished already, y’know? And, I know it’s not real heavy on the dacryphilia, I’m not too experienced with that kink, and I need to research it more to figure out how to make it good and sexy. But! I tried, it’s there, at least in spirit, so I hope you can enjoy!

CW: Light dacryphilia, as stated. Masochism, sadism, bondage, all that plus some knife kink are all implied. Though, the sadism and masochism does pop up a bit, so those are definitely there. Also! this is a part two, so if you want more of those listed things, check out the first part!

Hours. Katsuya Suou had ‘vented’ onto Baofu, for two hours straight.

Which, the taiwanese man almost had to admire the cop for that fact. Both for the stamina, and the consistency of his anger. But, at the same time, it frustrated him. It was frustrating in so many carnal ways to be held captive by thick belts, in a barely lit room befitting some gritty noir interrogation room, while his nemesis sat draped into a kitchen chair across from him with his usual composed appearance disshevelled from exertion. “Had some rage built up, Katsudon?” He asked, the edge of bitterness in his raspy voice shamelessly evident. His dark, tear-filled eyes locked onto the brunette in front of him through his curtain of long, inky hair. Able to admire the way Tatsuya’s big brother, an ever put together detective, had tugged his tie loose, taken off his grey blazer to toss over towards the dying lamp in the distant corner of his living room, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his maroon shirt.

Because fuck, he was even hotter when he was like that. When he was unkempt, with an arm lazily slung over the back of his chair while he watched the last of the hacker’s cigarette’s burn, and an ash tray between his thighs for the smoldering remains of the cigarette’s he’d already crushed out on Baofu’s skin. Which, wasn’t a sight that Baofu was exactly a stranger to, he’d been in fights with, and against Katsuya Suou. He’d seen the detective’s hazelnut hair messy and barely kept out of his eyes, and he’d seen him bloodied and pissed. But there was just something extra hot about the sight of him with a bloodied knife in hand, his hair drooping back into his tanned face from where he’d finger-combed it, and his dark brown eyes still alight with anger even as he watched smoke drift off of the last remaining cigarette that he held between two fingers so that the persona user could admire the dim glow of the cherry. “I would say sorry, but your erection is enough assurance that you don’t care.” He muttered, his voice deepened with his dark mood and lack of energy, and only a single, pointed glance thrown in Baofu’s direction. Which, earned a small, humorless chuckle from the beaten up man before he did his best to shake the chunks of ebony hair from his face to properly glare at the detective. Who, met his gaze in cold indifference to his annoyance before his warm brown eyes sparked with what the taiwanese man could instantly recognize as a sliver of lust.

So, Katsuya wasn’t the only one to raise an eyebrow, but he spoke quicker. “Are you crying, Baofu?” “Fuck no.” Was the quick, hostile response he got, as if the long-haired ravenette had any reason to be ashamed of how good it felt to cry when Katsuya already seemed far too interested in that detail. Though, maybe that ember of enjoyment was exactlywhy he denied the question with a spat out,“I have enough of a pain tolerance not to bawl over some pussy ass cigarette burns and cat scratches. These are from that frustration you’ve noticed.” which, only seemed to further intrigue the brunette that sat in front of him, before he gave the hacker a devilish grin.

Which, Baofu was ashamed to admit to himself, simultaneously made his neglected erection ache, and scared the shit out of the him. So, to watch the tall brunette stab the knife into the chair’s seat beside the ash tray. To watch him get to his feet and approach him with a cigarette in his hand. To watch as lust mingled with the anger in his eyes while the ravenette was tied to the chair, unable to do anything, was...surprising the same way Baofu’s pleasure at the tears in his eyes was surprising.

Yet, instead of extinguishing the cigarette on the taiwanese man’s skin again, Katsuya put it to Baofu’s bloodied lips to allow him to actually smoke his last cigarette. So, for a few beats, the pair sat in a moment of silence while the cop studied the ravenette’s expression as if he would find some unspoken confession in his dark eyes. The simple proximity within that single moment enough for the long-haired man to get a lung full of the brunette’s allspice-scented cologne and mentally note how the smoke of the cigarette mixed with the smell. Almost as if Baofu’s own smoke-heavy scent mingled with Katsuya’s just as intimately as the moment they currently shared. “You know, you’re quite pretty when you cry.” The brunette suddenly muttered, his low voice like a dark growl that pulled Baofu from his thoughts like Katsuya pulled the cigarette away. ���Huh? What is that supposed to mean?” He asked with a puff of smoke to carry his words. Dark eyes narrowed and suspicious in the blink of an eye. More-so when he saw the embers of a lewd mischief strengthen in the detective’s warm eyes. Though, they dimmed a bit when Baofu spoke, replaced with a moment of introspection before the detective hummed, “I guess I’m just into that.” almost casual as he said it, and his words punctuated when his fingers tangled back into the bound man’s long hair to roughly tilt his head back so that he could properly admire the way the pain brought more tears to the man’s eyes as he continued in that nonchalant, tired tone, “Or maybe I’m just kind of attracted to you. I don’t care enough to question it tonight.”

With that, the brunette put the cigarette back up to Baofu’s lips to allow him another drag that illuminated the cherry at the end, casting a dim glow onto the officer’s sun-kissed skin before he, once again, retracted the nicotine. This time, crushing it out on the ravenette’s neck to earn a pained hiss and make a single tear trail down Baofu’s cheek. The pain allowed to mix for a long moment with the thrill before Katsuya pulled it away and admired the haze of need in his captive’s bleary eyes.

Which, was a sickening title to hold, but the hacker could feel the weight of it creep across his skin. Like some arachnid had skittered down his spine, the realization made the man shudder.

He was actually intimidated by Katsuya Suou. Some part of him was scared that the goody-two-shoes, law-abiding detective might actually take the knife to his throat next. All in order to get him to actually cry. And, some part of the hacker was. Very excited about his own helplessness to that threat. Maybe, he was even a bit aroused by the thought of the brunette actually tryingto make him cry. Just a little, maybe. “The hell are you gonna do, then?” He grit out, his irritation still thick in his voice even as it mixed with the more abundant lust, the same way a similar excitement blazed like a wildfire in Katsuya’s own eyes. “What exactly is your plan for this sudden revelation, officer.” Yet, despite the venom in his final word, and the desire Baofu could see in his expression, the persona user’s only reply to the prod was to reach down and loosen one of the belts he’d used to restrain the man. One slap to the face. “Nothing. If I went any further, it would legally be coersion, and I refuse to give you anymore blackmail material on me, Kaoru.” A second, crueler, slap to the face for the ravenette. “How?! Do you really think I’m that malicious? I am basically asking you to fuck me! There’s no coersion here!” He snapped, as the older Suou simply dislodged the blade he’d used to carve into Baofu merely thirty minutes before. “Yes. I do.” Was the simple, but infuriatingly understandable reply as the brunette went to empty the ash tray and put the knife in the sink. The ravenette left in the dim living room to get himself free the rest of the way and glare after the cop, his head swarmed with all of his vengeful plots and urges once more.

Yet, he couldn’t actually fault Katsuya for thinking so lowly of him, or for resisting himself in the situation. The brunette had seen how low Baofu would go to spite someone he was wronged by, and the two were barely cordial. So, it was pretty understandable that the cop wouldn’t want to cross that line. But, that didn’t keep the long-haired man from tossing out another barb, “You do realize that I could still report you for assault with a deadly weapon, right?” “And I could get you arrested for five years on illegal wire tapping. Compared to the six months aggravated assault gets, I have the power here.” Katsuya shot back, which earned a snarl, even before the detective added, “In comparison, sexual assault, especially with a deadly weapon like a knife, is far worse. So, I’ll kindly keep my king and not give you an Ace.” Which only deepened the dark look Baofu wore as he got dressed and stormed off towards his lair.

His frustration high, and his interest piqued, but not a lick of satisfaction to be had.