#Yujiro hanma

[0asisbliss]

He is so grumpy when you wake him up from sleeping. Especially when he was in such a nice rest and good position. Just for him to cuddle you? I mean he has no problem with it, but you could’ve said just said that instead of grumbling and complaining. (He’ll be in a better mood in the morning:) )

SUKUNA, Megumi Toji, (JJK) BAKUGO, Chisaki, Shigiraki, (MHA) YUJIRO, (BKI) Zoro (OP) Phinks, Nobunaga, (HXH) Sanemi, (KNY) LOKI, Poseidon, (SNV) Raian, (KA)-

He is content about it though he is a light sleeper the slight nudge of his arm could wake him up. He would smile as you request he wrap his arms around your waist while you sleep. Is already up, and tries to go to sleep for you since you asked so nicely.

Baki, (BKI) Lawliet, (DN) Geto, Higuruma, SHIU, (JJK) Buddha (SNV) Agito (KA)

Wakes up in good mood when you nudge him to get up. Gives you extra affection along with cuddling. Face kisses, neck nudges, cheek kissing, you name it he does it. It becomes a routine for you two.

SHALNARK, Chrollo, Luffy, YUJI, Yuta, Nanami, GYOMEI, RENGOKU, Kurapika, Gojo, CHOSO, Ohma, Kaolan, Lihito, Cosmo, (KA).

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

In the Palm of My Hand

Yandere Yujiro Hanma x Fighter Fem Reader

“You should really knock.” (Your name) sighed, the young woman didn’t even bother to turn around to know who her nighttime guest was. She could feel the smirk that crawled on his devilish lips from her place under her sheets.

“It’s good that you’re used to my habits by now.” Yujiro slunk forward until his crimson eyes were visible under the moonlight. “You never replied to my letters, think you’re too good for me?”

“Why bother when you’d show up eventually like a stray anyways?” (Your name) sat up to glare defiantly at the Hanma. “What is it that you want this time?”

“Ha!” Yujiro threw his head back for a brief laugh before an amused look crawled on his face. “Can’t I just visit you because I missed you?”

“You’re an awful liar.” (Your name) sighed at the man who now stood a mere six feet from her. (Your name) knew this man was capable of easily killing her just like he had done to poor Baki’s mother, but there was a part of her. that knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t because in Yujiro’s own sick way, he loved her. “Whose poor hole did you plunder this time?”

Yujiro closed the distance between the two of them when he placed his muscular arms on either side of her. (Your name) felt a nearly molten heat consume her just by his proximity, a feat only this demon could achieve.

“Would you believe me if I said none?” Yujiro asked her, the man leaned forward to playfully nip at her ear. “You have caught my interest and I’m only interested in your h-“

(Your name) placed her finger over Yujiro’s lips to shush him, her eyes aflame with defiance. “How many times must I reject you? I have told you and even shown you that I am barren. You gain nothing from my company.”

Yujiro furrowed his brow and sighed. “You’re worth more than that to me. More than just a fantastic fuck or some breeding heifer.”

It was because (your name) didn’t want him. A powerful female martial artist who refused to dance in the palm of his powerful hand, a thorn in his side he had no interest in removing because he adored the pain. Yujiro enjoyed a game of cat and mouse… except he still believed himself to be the cat. A fool he was when she practically had his tail wrapped around her paw.

“The Yujiro Hanma can be romantic? Now this is a new one.” (Your name) chuckled at the frustrated Hanma who had a moment of rage flash through his eyes. He was so easy to frustrate. “You can come lay beside me for the night then. Even though you were going to do as you pleased anyways.”

Yujiro gave her a smirk before he crawled into the bed with her. His giant arms wrapped around her in an inescapable hold that made a smile crawl on her lips.

(Your name) had achieved what no one before her had… she had Yujiro dancing in the palm of her hand.

[sl33paholics]

Baki's Reaction To Your Ex Trying To Get You Back Headcanons! (and a mini story ig)

Uhm.....it's 6am as I write this and I'm giggling my ass off

To say that Baki would come up and beat the shit out of your ex on the spot right in front of you and others is an understatement.

Baki is more of a quiet observator. Rather than confrontational, Baki might choose to observe your ex from a distance, assessing the encounter with a calm demeanor, possibly seeing it as an opportunity to reaffirm your commitment.

Baki's not an idiot. He can choose to downplay the situation, opting not to give your ex's attempt much attention, focusing instead on maintaining the positive dynamics of your relationship.

Known for his actions more than words, Baki might subtly intensify his efforts to show affection and support, reinforcing Baki's commitment through deeds rather than direct confrontation.

Baki knows how much you love to post yourself on social media. The latest fits, shoes, or with your friends. He's aware that your ex still follows you, even though you unfollowed him many, many months ago. Expect Baki to always hype you up in the comments under your posts on Instagram by spamming hearts and down-bad shit as well, he's most likely getting pinned every time.

Hell, if you're not posting yourself, you're sharing photos of the two of you on dates and random shit. Such as the you two at the gym. Baki's arms always wrapped around your shoulders or his hands gripping your hips. Baki can tell your ex is salty, he stalks his story on an alt account, LOL!

Sometimes, Baki could sense how annoyed and bothered you are whenever you'd see accounts named "shien_giveaway_6997" viewing your story. It's so obvious! Baki values honesty, and he'd engage in an open conversation with you about the situation, discussing any concerns or insecurities. Baki doesn't want a pretty woman like you stressing out over a man who couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

If you don't want to speak to him about the whole situation, Baki could respond with affectionate gesture, like a surprise date or a thoughtful gift, to reaffirm his commitment and show that he values and appreciates you. He could even use humor and make jokes about your ex's attempts to diffuse the tension.

However, it could only be so long until the man could entertain your ex before he was going to be pushed off the edge.

Baki could opt for a straightforward conversation, expressing his feelings and concerns calmly while speaking to the man via text message or phone. While not confrontational, Baki gives off a subtle warning vibe, a non-verbal cue that communicates the depth of his commitment and suggests that attempting to disrupt the relationship won't be taken lightly.

This could go two ways. 1) Your ex could simply back off and respect your wishes that your current relationship holds. Or 2) your ex could simply be cocky, shouting at him over the phone, insulting him to insert dominance, and other things to Baki as he's just there sitting silently listening to him yap yap yap yap yap yap yap -

It just so happens that Baki and your ex stumbled across each other while in the city.

Guess you can see where this is going.

Seeing Baki's size, your ex laughed and berated him. How can a man his height cuff YOU up? He couldn't believe it. How low were your expectations? He was tall and built. Baki? Sure. He was ripped but SHORT.

"I don't have time for this," Baki simply said, making your ex raise a brow in confusion. "(Y/N) is waiting for me, I can't have my love waiting." Baki walked past the taller figure, his hands in his pockets. He stopped once your ex pulled on his shirt, tugging and pulling Baki back.

"A short boy like you can't do shit!" Your ex would spat. The smell of cigarettes reeked and made Baki want to cough in his face. "Suddenly coming 'round and stealin' MY girl away from me?! I should punch you in your shit-"

It's safe to say that Baki hit this man with a two-piece combo. A slap and a roundhouse kick sent that man straight to sleep on the sidewalk. Baki stared at the unconscious man before sighing. Continuing his journey towards your place.

Hours later, your phone begins to blow up from your friends of the picture of your ex on the sidewalk earlier that day. You confronted Baki only for him to pout and say, "He ruined my shirt :("

You couldn't be mad at him. At least your ex knew not to fuck with you and your boyfriend anymore.

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon and then dubcon, suggested age gap ( reader is early 20s, yujiro is late 30s ), light degradation, impact play, clit torture, reader cries, name calling ( whore ), face slapping, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day eight [ yujiro hanma + impact ]

it takes two fingers to make you cry.

two of Yujiro’s massive, powerful digits to make you tremble and beg for mercy.

“Shameful,” he mutters, an air of disdain to his rumbly baritone. as if he’s disappointed in how quickly you turn to blubbering. “I’ve hardly touched you.” but the wicked grin he wore told the truth— that he knew how much pressure he’d applied with those two fingers, and he expected nothing less than to make you sob. “And I can’t tell from those whiny noises if you’re really needy or fucking pathetic.”

you were both.

the length of his fingers rub between your sticky folds, their thickness forcing your netherlips to slot around them, and you squirm and pant, but it’s when he taps against your swollen clit that you really lose it. unlike any other man, when the rough pads make contact with your button, you don’t feel the sting on the exposed and vulnerable exterior nerves as if you’ve been spanked, but the raw power he could channel through his fingers. it surges through your core, seeping deep into you, reaching spongy, hidden clusters of sensitivity that should be impossible. as if he’d aimed right for them, he focuses each assault. your clit throbs, but it’s the iceberg’s submerged nerves that take the brunt of the impact.

“Y—Yujiro!” you cry out, as you twitch and writhe beneath him.

you didn’t know how this was possible.

how he could do this.

it shouldn’t have been possible.

and yet, when he did it again, battering your body’s defenses with a drumming of his two fingers against your clit, and you feel as though he’s struck you with a high voltage cattle prod, your back arches, desperate to push him off. your heels push against the mattress, eager to try and scramble away from the sensation.

“That—!” that hurts like hell. it’s too much. what are you doing? these all came to mind, but you couldn’t voice a single one. his fingertips drum against you, a barrage of rapid fire, superhuman pressure targeting your most sensitive depths, and you threw your head back, tears pricking against the corners of your eyes. it hurt, but there was more to it than just pain. as if he’d stuck the world’s most powerful vibrator directly against your hyper-sensitive interior nerves, a rush of flustered euphoria rushes to your stomach, knotting it up. “S-s—top—“

you weren’t sure if you really wanted him to, though. your body screamed and writhed, convulsing as he attacks your sex, but at the same time, your toes curl tight, and your breath turns into furious, warm puffs. your hips winding like a snake, trying to hump up against his large, rough hand.

“I-I’m— gonna—!”

“Cum from the abuse?” Yujiro’s voice is low, his mouth twisted in a hungry smile that could be misread as a grin. “Your little legs are starting to tremble; you’re sobbing but you can’t stop riding my hand, begging for me to keep hurting you. Do you know what that makes you?”

you look away, smearing your tear-stained cheek into the pillow as you pant and mumble, hoping for a mercy that you knew he’d never give you. “Yujiro… p-please…”

“Go ahead and say it.” tap. tap. tap. you gurgle and grunt, hips bucking as you smother your own whimpers. “What does that make you?”

you knew what he wanted to hear. the word he’s drilled into your head since day one. the word that he’s called you over and over. but you couldn’t say it. not without a little more persuasion, which he was more than willing to give you.

your face is tiny and delicate as he snatches it up by your chin, dragging it back and pushing the back of your head into the pillow. “Look at me,” his massive chest rises and falls, he snorts every, heavy breath through flared nostrils. you flinch, bathed in the heat of his ragged breathing, smushed into the mattress, forced on your back. you hear the smack of his palm making contact with your supple cheek before you feel the certain pain to follow, and it rocks your face to the side. in the moment that follows, fire floods your face and you see stars, and blink rapidly to maintain your eyesight. “One more time. Look here.” he says, his mighty thumb pressing against your chin as he pulls your face back into place. you’re staring at him in shock, his second mind numbing slap coming down hard on the same spot. to him, it was the mildest swat, but to you? your head was swimming, as if he’d slapped your brains loose, and you’re vaguely aware of the thickness of two, massive digits between your thighs pushing into your clenching hole.

“F—fuck—!”

“You’re covered in my marks, the shape of my hand will be a bruise on your face for a week, maybe longer.” he seems to chuckle at that, angling your face back to him. you worry he might hit you again. you prepare for impact, but it doesn’t come. he just holds your face there. you’ve no choice but to comply, peeking up at him with sparkling eyes and parted lips. “But you’re still fucking wet. Your cunt is still squeezing my fingers, and you’re still going to cum. What does that make you.”

“A…. Whore….” your voice is soft, and you choke on the word, almost not wanting to say it, but when you do, a wide, demonic grin stretches across his face, turning his muscles into elastic.

“Not good enough. Whose?”

“Y—Your… whore.”

[rj-gryffon]

[3690134xfor9]

BAKI & YUJIRO

[rezitio]

BAKI TWT LINKS ⊹ ࣪ ˖┊⋆ nsfw

baki hanma, yujiro hanma, jack hanma, katsumi orochi, kaoru hanayama & oliva biscuit

⊹ ࣪ ˖ | Baki Hanma

━━━━━ The first time you and Baki tried doing anal, you were both in shock. Baki never knew you could be this tight and you never knew he was this big.

Honestly whenever Baki is stressed, he would resort to sucking anything his mouth lashes on unfortunately that is your nipples and your neck.

How easily you trying to make dinner for both of you can turn into a fuck session with Baki.

At times it's just the way he holds you while stretching that hole. He holds you so lovingly and affectionately, and those grunts.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ | Yuujiro Hanma

━━━━━ When yujiro cums, he doesn't expect you to waste a drop. His seed is special and he has so much stored in his balls it's like drinking gallons of water.

I just don't believe Yujiro would be a gentle person when it comes to sex.

Yujiro didn't appreciate how you spoke to him so when you got home he humbled you.

"Calm down" He lifts you up and seductively whisper in your ear but you can't it goes so deep and feels so fucking good.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ | Jack Hanma

━━━━━ Look how accustomed your pussy is to his cock now. He doesn't even need to prep you for two rounds before he finally enters you now.

Just listen to the sounds he makes as you suck his cock. He's mesmerised.

Jack fucking you against a desk.

It's the way he lifts you with ease to fuck you because your legs will eventually fail you.

How I feel it would be like to be squashed in the middle of a couch and this big man. Getting your pussy pounded into the couch as he tries to get a handle of your tiny delicate face without ripping it off.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ | Kaoru Hanayama

━━━━━ How he would lather up your mouth to get it ready for his cock.

Immediately Kageyama gets to the club, you better be on him riding him. Boss' favourite.

A little bit of teasing done by Kageyama. And you better take it like a good girl.

That's right, don't make a sound while daddy is fucking you. Your parents are in the hotel room next door or did you forget?

Your mafia husband calls you over to his office after watching you 'stay home'. You thought he wouldn't find out if you sneaked off to a party, now he's choking you on his cock.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ | Katsumi Orochi

━━━━━ Katsumi would tease you both and make you both cum by rubbing each other

...

You slut, you said you're coming over to the dojo for lessons. Fucking coming in here and teasing him like that getting all hands with other men for his attention. He made sure to humble you

⊹ ࣪ ˖ | Oliva biscuit

━━━━━ How I think being fucked by this huge man would be. Getting your organs rearranged all by him. alt

One of Oliver's agreements was that you would be his whore till as long as he wants. You are expected to always be free for his use.

Oliver has all sorts of beds and toys he bends you over on and plays with you till he's satisfied.

[wowzerz0]

Why is nobody else making pictures of the Baki men with one tooth. I think it’s so funny. Just take the scariest men you can find and edit them with one tooth. It has me rolling on the floor rn.💀

(If anyone does decide to make a photo of some other Baki guy with one tooth, tag me please 🙏 I wanna see the beautiful creation.)

[iskratempestmadness]

How would the Baki men react and do with a short chubby reader?

Baki:

• Oh, the boy is down. He basically has no type, but he is not indifferent to such girls.

• Super helpful. Can't you reach for something? He will help. Even though he is also not tall. He'll bring a chair.

• He adores your body. Seriously. You're his cute little bun. Just let him squeeze you and he'll be happy.

Hanayama:

• treats this very calmly. Well, like he loves you anyway. It doesn't affect your inner world, and he loves you for it. So everything is ok.

• personally, it is difficult for him to find a woman taller than him, so for him you will be small for him anyway. And he doesn't mind it at all.

• Your physique? For him, it also does not matter. But if you suddenly get tired while walking, then he will carry you. If you can't lift anything, he'll do it for you. If you tell him that you are unhappy with your body, then he will not put pressure on you, but if you really want to get in shape, then he will support you.

Katsumi:

• He LOVES you. And your short stature and physique are only a plus.

• He loves to squeeze you. He can do this for days. The cute boy just can't keep his hands to himself. He'll probably admire your body. He would compare it to the Greek statues of goddesses he had seen a couple of times in the museum.

• height? Your height is charming to him, honey. There may also be small jokes about him, but he is really satisfied with him. You're his little Greek goddess.

Jack:

• he loves you any way, ok. Very calm.

• He quite likes your height. You know his height, any woman is small for him. But he really can't help but smile when you look up at him.

• Your physique? Well, he wouldn't force you, but if you want, he'll train you. He would have liked that. He also can't contain his emotion when he sees you training.

Retsu:

• is also very calm about it.

• But in reality, he likes your small stature. He tries not to focus on it, so as not to offend you. He always tries to help if the thing you need is high up.

• Body type? He also tries not to focus on him, but he will also try to lead you to the idea that you need to do sports. And he will be happy to keep you company!

Shibukawa:

• He is neutral.

• height? You know he's not tall, so you look very harmonious. However, the two of you will often need a chair to get something.

• Body type? He loves you for your inner peace. So this is clearly in second place. But no matter how you resist, he will pinch your sides with a certain frequency. But it can be stopped by asking, it's just that he understands that it may be unpleasant for you.

Yujiro:

• Don't worry, he will accept you for who you are.

• But that doesn't mean he won't tease you about your height. It's funny for him to watch you try to get something and he can't help but say so. But he'll help you anyway.

• Body type? Everything is OK. Another one who likes to cuddle you while you're alone. He won't tease you about it.

[zwm985]

What about yujiro hanma? And pickle

Ask and you shall receive :D I actually really like Pickle I should draw him more often smh

[donut-bird]

Baki&Friends(?)

[ddollfface]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚; 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

Being The Daughter of The Orgre Is Difficult, Especially When It Comes to Dating.

It was a struggle, dating that is. Throughout your life, there’s always been something that causes boys to run away from you, both literally and figuratively. Though the actual running died off as you got older, instead, they’d just look you up and down and chuckle, whispering something to their friends before walking off. During those times, you wished they’d just run away screaming their heads off, that way they wouldn’t bruise your ego with harsh words and nasty stares. 

This wasn’t that big of a deal, at least when you were young. In your early years, you were far more concerned wondering what your mama was going to cook for dinner, or how far you’d make it on the monkey bars (you always did all of them, no question about it), so you didn’t really recognize this aversion boys had for you. If you did, then you just didn’t care. The idea of romance was clearly not on your mind as a seven-year-old. 

But, just like most girls, you grew up. Your body began to change and morph into that of a woman, albeit an awkward one, but a woman nonetheless. You were getting older, changing, and noticing how society viewed you differently, not just because you were a woman, but because you were… well… you. 

Of course, being a girl in this world put you in an interesting position, seeing how society had certain expectations of you, even though you were still so young and oh-so dumb. How can one expect someone so young, who hasn’t even lived for two decades, to know if she wants to birth a whole human? Let alone have more than one! The judgments didn’t stop there. There were constant stares, constant whisperings, and rumors going around that you weren’t a girl, instead, you were some old man disguised as a girl because there was no way a girl could ever look like that. Because there was no way a girl could ever carry that much, or run that fast, or act like that.

There was no way that you were a girl.

And so, not only did boys avoid you, but so did girls. Most people deemed you to be weird, abnormal, and frankly a little scary. The way you were framed, carried yourself, and looked was just too odd not to stare, not to gawk, and not to talk about. You were just so strong, so capable of crushing a bone to dust, and everyone knew.

Everyone knew that you were strong, not just by looks, but from personal experiences. You excelled in the physical arena and somewhat advanced in academics as well, but you really stood out on the court, field, or really anywhere where physical strength and agility were required. Even without thinking, you were capable of so much, so much more than everyone combined. You didn’t need to do anything, simply flicking a baseball would send it further than any major league ever has, or kicking a soccer ball into the atmosphere with a flick of your ankle. Yeah… your teacher knew that whenever you were put into a game, he wasn’t going to get a ball back, so you weren’t. 

Simple as that, you weren’t allowed to do anything, too harsh, too strong for everyone else. Your teachers knew it, your classmates knew it, and you knew it.

So naturally you were a repellent when it came to dating, not that you’re interested or anything. For sure, you’ve never thought of holding a boy's hand, or running your fingers through their hair while they rested on your muscular thighs, or going out to eat together, or going to the movies, or- 

Okay, maybe you’ve thought about it… but that’s normal! Everyone, at some point, wishes for some type of intimacy, right? Was it wrong that you wanted a boyfriend? 

No, it wasn’t, so when the foreign exchange student’s eyes met yours, you were a lost cause. At that moment, when he first walked into the room, taller than the average man, seemingly calm but a little lost, you were a goner. You were not obsessed, but extremely attracted to him. He was so different, and he didn’t know anything about your feats in strength, or how you may have broken an arm or two when you were younger…

He was your fresh start, your chance of having some normalcy throughout your chaotic life of training and searching for victory over it. Ah, right… You forget about it sometimes, how it’s stare seemingly never leaves, always observing, watching, and calculating. At certain times, you feel as if you’re on TV or something, as if you’re about to be PUNK’D. It never happens though... At this point, you’ve gotten used to it, accepting it, and now searching for it. 

Throughout your life, this thing, creature, man, or government has always watched over you, leaving you some money to pay the month’s expenses, keeping food on your table, and seemingly encouraging you to buy some heavier weights, which you ignore. Rather than the occasional envelope with cash on your doorstep or maybe the occasional fighter sent your way, who you suspected was sent by this thing, there was no contact between you and this creature. You didn’t know it’s name, why it’s doing this, or how it knows you. And it’s always been that way, and you’ve accepted it in your life, deeming that you’d crush it anyway. You never thought it’d ever reach out to you.

And let’s just say you were in shock when you were given a note, a piece of paper lying on your dingy, kitchen table. Though it was just a piece of paper, it was so intimidating, so threatening that you couldn’t help but lose your breath at the sight of it. It’s not that you’re scared of paper, but instead, what was written on it.

After seventeen years, what could it possibly have to say? Almost in the blink of an eye, you were standing over the paper. It was fancy, you noted, picking it up as you examined it, not even reading it. It was quality paper, as much quality paper can be, and it had a little emblem in the corner. That piqued your interest, getting closer you gasped, throwing the paper onto the table. 

Why the hell is the 5-7 Paulownia seal on this stupid paper? Picking the paper back up, you let your finger graze over the seal, solidifying that it was in fact the seal of the Japanese government. With a sigh, you decided to read the paper, trying to ignore that whatever has been watching you has some type of power in the government, especially if they have access to this type of material.

.

.

.

Stop with this girly bullshit. You’re a Hanma, you don’t settle, so quit it with that blondie and get used to it. Y.H.

Huh? Who knew such few words could cause so much turmoil? After all these years, this is the most you’ve ever heard from this thing, who may or may not be a government official, and happens to be an asshole as well. You couldn’t help but clench your jaw, crumbling up the paper as you threw it into the trash, not thinking twice. Grumbling under your breath, you rolled your eyes, deciding to cook some dinner. 

Who was this guy, and you assume it’s a guy because no woman would say that type of shit, to order you around as if he’s your dad?

Hanma, you think to yourself, sitting down with a bowl of soba in front of you, Pretty sure that’s the name of that one fighter… You looked up in thought, stirring the noodles mindlessly, feeling as if there was more to the thought, but you didn't get to finish it.

Knock 

Great, who could that be? To your surprise, and your heart's demise, you’re met with the so-called “blondie.” You smile, feeling yourself go weak in the knees as you looked him, creating some small chit-chat, feeling time fly quickly. And you almost cry when he asks you out, questioning your sanity when he tucks some hair behind your ear before walking away. You can’t even remember what he said anymore, was it the aquarium? Or was it the park? You, honestly, don’t care, just too giddy to express a coherent thought. 

The note no longer on your mind once you sat down, smiling at the bowl, mindlessly stirring as you sighed. For the first time ever, you finally have a shot with someone, someone who doesn’t care about how strong you are, how you look, or how others think about you. He doesn’t care if you’re taller, stronger, and could honestly beat his ass, he likes you.

So caught up in your thoughts, that you completely miss the dark aura looming through the window. A man with crimson hair, flowing down his back, and twirling through the wind as his bloodlust seeps throughout the city. His smile taut as he clenched his jaw, watching from afar as his kin wandered down the wrong path, not even paying any mind to his warnings, his cautions. Brown eyes trailed the figure of a giddy blonde, who pumped his fist in the air, too happy to acknowledge any peering eyes. 

With a sigh, the monster of a man followed after the stupid schoolboy. If no one was going to listen to him, then he’d just have to take action, wouldn’t he? After all, what kind of father would he be if he let his only daughter mingle with such pests who couldn’t even bruise her pinkie finger? 

What a stupid girl, He thinks as the breaking of bones and squealing gets lost in empty air, a disappointed frown seeping into his features.

[ozzgin]

I love your work! It is so hard to find good Baki writers. Could you please do a Yujiro x Female fighter reader. I feel like Yujiro would actually start falling head over heels with a reader who fights well and is as sadistic as him.

Thank you! And yes, realistically speaking - or at least what makes most sense in my opinion - Yuujirou would go for someone that not only is submissive to him (because any human would then suffice), but also shows impressive skill and strength. There’s an interesting idea that I once read in the introduction of “The Gates of Janus”, the book written by serial killer Ian Brady. The foreword author argued that Ian is what you’d call a rat king, an alpha above most alphas, and that for such personalities, most of the time, an equally dominant woman is sought for as a partner. Naturally she’d submit to him still, but only a woman of high dominance could keep up with this kind of intense character. This mentality felt a bit outdated and potentially misogynistic to me, but I think it really fits in the case of Yuujirou. Sorry for the ramble.

Yandere! Yuujirou Hanma x Fighter! Reader

Featuring The Ogre and a female reader that nearly matches him in strength and ruthlessness. TW: Dubious consent, violence.

[Baki Masterlist]

Yuujirou can have anyone in the world, whether man or woman. It’s not up to them, really. It’s up to his mood and whims. And when he can have just about anyone, actually finding someone worth his interest becomes a difficult task. He doesn’t need an extra weight to drag around and as far as he’s concerned, commitment is not something he requires in his life. What would be the point?

No, for someone of his status, commitment doesn’t come as moral etiquette or requirement for a relationship. He has considered it, and in theory it could only be offered out of his genuine interest and never demanded by someone else. For The Ogre himself to fixate on one person and never wander eyes anywhere else… They would really have to impress him. Guarantee him that this is a one time deal never to be found again. And once that person is found, they’d do well to perform their role as his partner because there is no way out of it.

Lamentably, such temptation has never crossed his path. That is until a feminine figure strides into the ring of the Underground Arena. Yuujirou is ready to burst with laughter, but he’s quickly silenced by the rather abrupt end of the match. The mysterious character remains unfazed by the opponent’s blow and uses the opportunity to swiftly twist and crush the offensive limb. With the same indifference plastered on the face throughout the agonizing wails of the much larger man, she delivers her ending move and within seconds the arena is quiet again. After recollecting himself from this unexpected succession, Yuujirou turns to Strydum that’s been watching with similar amazement. “Who the hell is that?” He grunts. “I don’t know. Should I find out?”

Sometimes Yuujirou will replay the encounter in his head. He still gets shivers of raw excitement whenever he remembers your eyes back then. That utterly defiant glare. Strydum had asked you to meet them in private and as you entered the room, you immediately demanded to know why you’d been summoned. The Colonel begun fumbling in terror, almost begging you indirectly to not upset the redheaded man. “M-Mr. Hanma wished to see you, Miss (Y/N)-“ he was interrupted by your resounding snarl. “And who the fuck is Mr. Hanma to afford such audacity?” At that moment Yuujirou stood up, hands in pockets but visibly tensed up. You instinctively clenched your fists and frowned at the unspoken difference in power. The Ogre was halfway expecting you to fold and apologize, but after a minute your expression relaxed and your confidence returned. “Bitch. You’d rather die than give up your pride, huh?” He smirked at the thought. There was something about your attitude that greatly pissed him off but also turned him on at the same time.

The hardest part is getting you to accept him as your partner. See, Yuujirou will never beg or ask nicely. On the other hand, he’d rather not kill you, and severely damaging you in any way would take away the fun that caught his attention in the first place. That’s the dilemma: you’re stubborn and he can’t use force. Then again it’s not like he’s a mindless brute. Quite the opposite, only if he feels like it. A little charm with a dash of intimidation and you should be convinced, right? Don’t push it, (Y/N). If he really has to choose, he’d rather have you dead than belonging to someone else. It’s either him or nothing.

Really, it’s to your advantage if you learn to behave. He can give you everything you desire. He’s rather experienced in spoiling his women, and for you he’ll go the extra mile. Knowing he tamed you of all people is all the payment he could ever ask for. The satisfaction of putting you in your place, of having you cling to him fills him with greedy pride. A cocky smile distorts his features whenever the realization hits. If there’s such a thing as a soulmate, he’s found his. Although he doesn’t believe in that kind of bullshit.

A frightening pair in the eyes of most people. The Ogre relishes in the fact that displaying you as his woman has further increased his reputation instead of signaling any trace of weakness. As the time passes his conviction only strengthens: there’s no other place for you. You’re all his. Yet his favorite detail, what makes him flushed and dazed and addicted, is that no matter what he does to you as you lay there sprawled, naked, broken, your dignity never leaves. That prideful gaze that leers back at him makes him feel like he’s facing a mirror.

[yandere-writer-momo]

For the love of god PLEASEEE have cave mommy slap the PISS out of yujiro cuz he thinks shes weak🤤

Just imagine you’re vibing in your tree with Pickle standing below it and some ugly creature with red hair walks up to you and starts talking to you in a strange language?

From his tone, you can tell what he said was incredibly condescending. And it was when his gaze because lecherous towards you that you popped him in the mouth.

A loud pop rung throughout the room as Yujiro’s head is thrown back to the side. Everyone’s eyes are widened in a mixture of shock, awe, and horror (as well as a bit of lust).

Yujiro’s eyes are wide and there’s a large grin on his face when he turns to look at you. You now have his attention

Pickle is cooing at you, the caveman standing between you and Yujiro. His canines bared at the man. Pickle didn’t like Yujiro one bit

[ibumuc]

[themotherlucifer]

Holy shit man where has this been all my life?!?!