#katsumi x y/n

[mothwingwritings]

I kind of would like to see a yandere Katsumi with a breeding kink. I’m usually the one to write him with one, but I’d like to see the way one of my favorite writers would write him ❤️

Anything for you, my darling! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ I missed writing for our dear boy. <3 Also, you know his ass would be *so* sly about it. This man isn’t gonna stop until your body is a veritable child making factory, irrevocably binding you to him whether you want to be or not. :)

WARNINGS:  Breeding kink, lots of mentions of babies (making/rearing) and pregnancy, dubcon, Katsumi blatantly lying to you and manipulating you to get what he wants for ‘your own good’ (of course :D).

NSFW so 18+ only please and thank you!!!

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It had been several days since you saw Katsumi, a weekend trip to see your family taking you away from him for the past three nights. Judging by his reaction when you walked through the door however, you would have thought months or possibly years had gone by since you last embraced, as he was on you before you even had the chance to give him a proper greeting.

“Missed you so much baby,” he murmured in between heated kisses, his hungry mouth moving from your lips to trail sloppy kisses across your cheek and down your neck, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

You giggled at his enthusiasm, pushing on him a little in an attempt to get him to ease up. “I missed you too Katsu, but can I at least make it two steps inside before I am assaulted with affection, please?”

“Impossible.” He responded simply, hoisting you up from the floor.  After he had successfully scooped you into his arms, he gave a small twirl, causing you to laugh harder. He made an exaggerated hustle to the living room, hauling you in tow. Gently he plopped you down on the plush sofa, making sure you were comfortable before positioning himself above you.

“There, happy?” he smiled, giving you a small kiss on the nose, “Now that you are safely and securely inside, do I have permission to continue?”

You sighed dramatically, giving a playful roll of your eyes. “Geez, you sure are needy today! But I suppose I can oblige your request just this once. Besides…” Your hand traveled up to cup his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his smooth skin as he leaned into you, savoring your touch. “It may have only been a few days, but you weren’t the only one feeling lonely.”

He took your words as an invitation to draw nearer, his warm smile radiating down on you as he pressed his lips to yours once more. Sweet, delicate kisses were quick to grow deeper, the intensity steadily increasing as you both sought to lose yourselves in each other.

…And you figured that would be the end of it. A hot and heavy make out session to welcome you back followed by cuddles, questions about the trip, updates on what happened while you were gone, and then maybe a very well deserved nap.

But Katsumi kept going, his hand slowly creeping under your shirt and across your stomach, stopping to paw at your chest. You gasped slightly at the sensation, causing him to release a pleased hum.

“Sensitive today, are we?” He teased you, his groping growing more feverish as he fed off your reaction. You whined as he pushed your shirt up past your chest, your bra following directly after, giving him free access to your bare chest. A chuckle rumbled from within him as his fingers pressed into your supple skin, your body twitching as his palms ghosted your nipples, thoroughly enjoying watching the reactions his subtle toying yielded. “You say I’m the needy one, but look how you are pressing against me, seeking me out. Even if you didn’t use your words to tell me how much you missed me, your body would have given you away.”

“Katsu” you hissed, squirming under each stroke of his hand, “please, can’t we at least wait till after I’ve settled in some?”

“This is settling you in,” he smiled, working until the top half of your clothing had been completely discarded on the floor. “How much more settled can you be than here in my arms, nestled up against me while we enjoy each other’s company?” He stopped for a second, briefly mulling over his words before adding “Well, I guess you’d be the most settled with me buried deep inside of you, but I’m working on that.”

Your face flushed at his brazen words, bunched fists pushing up against his chest in a small act of resistance. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested-your previous admission of loneliness wasn’t a lie. Your trip had only been a few days, but Katsumi had been busy for several nights preceding that, leaving you feeling deeply unfulfilled for well over a week. Toys and your own hands could only take you so far.

You could feel your resolve waning with each passing moment. Every kiss of his lips, every caress of his hand, every coaxing word spoken by his husky voice, was like torture to your love deprived body. In the midst of it all he shed his own shirt, making you damn near lose your mind with desire. What right did he have to look so good, like he was some kind of Adonis pulled from the pages of a romance novel? You shuddered as his eyes roamed the curves of your compromised form, shining with eagerness to drown you in pleasure.

He dipped his head back down to your chest, his gaze turning mischievous as his eyes bore into yours. His tongue lightly laved over your soft skin and you clenched your jaw to stifle a whimper, desperately attempting to calm yourself down. But despite your best efforts one slipped out when he gently bit down, his tongue swirling your nipple friskily. His free hand sought out your other breast, massaging it gingerly as he lapped and sucked to his heart’s content.

Losing yourself in his ministrations, it wasn’t until he began to tug at your pants that you started to come to, your haze of lust dissipating the further down your legs the clothing traveled. Once past the knees, your hands shot to his shoulders, garnering his attention.

“Katsumi, stop,” you tried to speak firmly, even though your voice still warbled with desire, “I’m not ready for this right now.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your stomach, continuing to undress you, “let me make you feel good, baby. You are worn out from the trip, right? I’m just trying to help you unwind~”

You gripped his shoulders tighter, “Katsu, please, I- I just think we should wait…” your voice trailed off, a red hue spreading across your cheeks as you spoke your next words, “Right now is… it’s kind of bad timing, you know? We’re in a bit of a danger zone if we do anything rash.”

You finished the sentence with a nervous laugh, hopeful that he would pick up on your true discomfort and drop the subject entirely. Unfortunately, your words didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest as he finished discarding your pants, now focusing on the panties that were destined to join them.

“You’re on the pill, right? It shouldn’t be a problem…” He shimmied himself down your exposed body, trailing kisses as he went, “besides, you don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight to stop me right now, so you can’t be that against what I’m doing to you.”

You looked down at him, pouting in reaction to his cheeky smile. “I shouldn’t have to fight you. You should just respect your beloved girlfriend’s wishes and stop on your own.”

Katsumi laughed, “You may have a point, but when you dangle a bone before a starving dog, he’s gonna make a move,” he gave you another once over, the heat of his stare causing your heart rate to quicken. “Looking the way that you do, you can hardly blame me.”

A jolt coursed through your body as you felt Katsumi’s fingers lightly graze your folds, a bright blush illuminating your cheeks as Katsumi gave another throaty chuckle. He planted a lingering kiss on your leg, “So fucking cute,” he spoke against your skin, his demeanor morphing from mischievous to downright lustful, “I know you want this too. I’ll use protection, OK?”

Before you had the opportunity to respond his fingers were pressing more firmly against you, teasing your entrance. A wave of heat rushed through your body, your hips bucking up involuntarily to receive more of his touch. Driven by your body’s reaction, Katsumi repositioned himself between your legs, quickly shedding his pants in the process.

Your whole body ached with desire as you watched him move above you, staring at you with longing eyes. You had witnessed him like this countless times before, but each time it happened you couldn’t help but gawk at him. Katsumi was flawless, strong, and handsome beyond compare. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how someone like him even ended up as yours to begin with (though he always hated that insecurity of yours, stating if anyone were to feel that way in this relationship, it should be him).

Katsu was your biggest fan, the apple of your eye, the love of your life. You were both just as crazy about each other now as you were when you first met so long ago, wrapped up in some kind of never-ending whirl-wind romance you thought only existed in movies or fairy tales. You loved him so goddamn much, every moment with him was a moment to be treasured.

So when he lowered his mouth to your entrance, dragging his tongue languidly against your bare cunt, your body was quick to give in. You shuddered as his tongue worked its way inside of you, warm and inviting as it tenderly explored you. Your breathing grew erratic as his thumb moved to massage your clit, his hand and mouth working in synchrony to lead you to euphoria.

You knew where this was all headed, and even with Katsumi’s previous assurances you still felt unsure. You had been experiencing abnormal hormonal fluctuations, often times having a full on period when you knew the medicine you were on was supposed to be staunching it. You had been meaning to go to the doctor to get it addressed but something always seemed to be popping up, barring you from finding out the root cause of the issue.

You had tried to stress your concerns to Katsumi multiple times, but he always brushed them off by saying that you were both being safe and nothing would happen. You wanted to believe him, truly you did, but you knew how weak your resolve was in moments like this and his was even worse. How could either of you say you were doing all you could to prevent bringing another life into this world, a life neither of you was ready to raise or care for?

But even with all your misgivings, how could you ever tell him no? How could you ever not give in to your overwhelming need for him? The longer he touched you the more you felt as if you were losing yourself, ensnared by the bliss he was supplying you. You whined as his hand gripped your leg tighter, pulling you closer to him. You assisted by latching your hands to his hair, grinding yourself against his face as you chased your pleasure. He moaned against you in response, causing you to shiver.

In your haze of lust, you glanced down at him, watching as his feverish mouth worked its magic. Your blush deepened when his focus shifted back your way, his lidded eyes staring up at you had a bestial look to them as he fixated on you, thoroughly engrossed in eating you out. He was fueled by each twitch of your face, the furrowing of your brow, the look of growing ecstasy in your eyes, and you found his palpable desire just as exciting.

All of your tells were driving him to the point of insanity as he lapped at you, the bulge in his boxers growing painful as it strained against the pre-cum soaked fabric, desperate to be inside of you. “I need you now,” his voice was deep as he detached himself from you, wiping your slick from his chin with the back of his hand, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Katsu,” your voice was strained, missing his contact as soon as it was gone, “Katsu, I-“

“It’s OK baby,” Katsumi purred, cutting you off, “I told you I’ll take care of you, and I’m a man of my word.”

His baritone voice caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach, your entire body aching for him as he shed what remained of his clothing. He spat on his hand, giving himself a few cursory pumps before he slotted himself against you, dragging his hard cock tauntingly across your opening.

“Are you ready for me?”

Though your mind was muddled with desire, the fact that Katsumi was not sticking to his promise had not escaped your notice. A pang of fear spiked in your heart as you felt him start to enter you, the repercussions of this liaison sending anxiety coursing through your veins.

“W-wait, you said-“

Katsumi pressed his lips to yours, making you instantly swallow your protest. He pushed his way inside, causing you to whine against his kiss. He parted from you slightly, his breathing unsteady as he enjoyed the feeling of you enveloping him.

“I’m sorry baby, couldn’t wait,” he panted, moving his hips until he was completely sheathed inside of you, “you feel so fucking good.”

“Katsu,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the stretch of him inside of you, “please, I-“

Another kiss, “It’ll be OK, trust me.”

His voice was hurried, his words a means to pacify. They did little to assuage your concerns, but as you felt the slow drag of his length against your walls, your ability to dispute him was stolen from you. His thumb pressed against your clit, massaging the tender bud, coaxing your body back into a sense of mounting ecstasy that effectively killed any lingering protests.

You gasped as he thrust into you again, more forcefully than his initial entrance. He continued just as roughly, each deliberate stroke hitting you so deeply it made your head spin. Delicate whimpers turned into wanton moans as he pushed on, quickening his pace to an almost brutal degree. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours as he covered your neck with hot, open mouth kisses. His hands gripped the back of your legs, pressing them back so that he had access to plunge even deeper.

“So fucking perfect,” he panted into your neck, voice wavering with desire, “everything about you is perfect (name). I love you so fucking much.”

A particularly harsh push of his hips made you scream, a growl of pleasure rumbling from Katsumi’s throat. “And you’re all mine. I’m the only one that gets to see you like this, the only one who can make you feel this good.  And you’re the one who completes me, the only person that drives me to the point of insanity with how much I love you.”

At some point tears began to fall down your cheeks, the intensity of his love overpowering you as he imprinted himself into your very core. His affection was as intoxicating as it was formidable, and you found yourself being able to do little more than cling to him, crying over the potent mix of pleasure and pain he continuously hammered into you.

His hands snaked up your arms, entwining his fingers with yours in a vice like grip. Sweat coated his brow as his eyes caught yours in a heady stare. You could tell his release was imminent, the ability to speak chased away by his growing passion, a string of unintelligible praises and moans tumbling from his lips as his hips smacked lewdly against you.

A final wave of pleasure crashed upon you, taking you in its brilliance. Crying out in bliss, you tightened around him as you came, your entire body vibrating in complete satisfaction at Katsumi’s efforts. The reaction caused his hips to stutter, his voice roaring your name as he came, spilling himself deep inside of you.

For a moment you were lost in your buzz. Breathing heavily in his arms, a thin layer of sweat coated your battered body as you slowly regained your bearings. Katsumi stayed where he was, plugging you up as he planted lingering kisses along your face and collarbone, his praise never ceasing as he held you close.

“K-Katsumi,” your voice was weak as you came down off your high, a nagging feeling of disquiet once more taking root in your brain. You squirmed in his hold, trying to detach yourself from him and the softening cock he kept stuffed inside of you. “Katsumi, get off of me…”

“Hey now, if you keep moving around like that you’re gonna get me excited again,” he chuckled, your body jolting when he gave your breast a playful nip, “You already ready for round two? Naughty girl~”

“S-stop,” you pouted, upset that he was trying to joke around when you were in a clear state of distress, “What the hell even was that? I told you now wasn’t good timing…”

He laughed again, “As I said, you didn’t seem to really be complaining.”

You smacked him lightly on the shoulder, brows furrowing. “I’m not joking around Katsumi! It felt nice, but what happens if…” Your voice trailed off. Despite all you had just done, you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed as you confronted what could be a very real repercussion of your actions. “What if we get pregnant?”

“…Would it really be so bad?”

Your eyes shot back to him, taken aback by the nonchalance in his words. There was a serene smile on his face as he spoke them, as if bringing a child into your life was no big deal at all.

“We’re gonna have them someday anyway, aren’t we?” He continued to smile at you, nudging his nose against yours affectionately, “Does it really matter if we have them now or later? Another member of the Orochi family wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” He planted a small kiss on your lips, looking down at you with a sparkle in his eye. “Besides, you’d look absolutely gorgeous full of my children, don’t you think? Can’t say I’m not looking forward to you wobbling around all plump and pretty, there will just be that much more of you to love on.”

A deep red blossomed across your face, trailing down your chest. “Y-you know I’m not ready for all that Katsu, I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a kid right now.” You shook your head, giving him an earnest look, “We can’t do this, at least not yet. I, we are not ready for a commitment that big. We agreed on this already, right?”

He hummed thoughtfully as he took you in, an indiscernible look reflected in his eyes as they bore into yours. For a brief moment you felt uncomfortable with his demeanor, his silence making you feel almost as if something you said had bothered him and now he was upset with you. But just as you were about to confront him on it, his smile returned. In a swift movement he pulled out of you, pivoting his body around until he had scooped you up in his arms.

Pressed firmly against his chest, he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m sorry (Name), you’re right. I just can’t help but get carried away when I’m with you. I’ll try better to restrain myself in the future.”

You sighed, snuggling into his chest as you tried to dispel the feelings of concern that still wracked your mind. “It’s OK,” you spoke softly, the evidence of his transgression leaking uncomfortably from between your legs. “We’ll just have to be extra careful in the future, alright?”

As you rested against him, Katsumi was happy you couldn’t see the guilt that briefly permeated his features. He had total faith in his plan, knew that ultimately it was the right thing to do for not just him, but yourself as well. Yet still, hearing your blatant concern as you snuggled against him, held close by the man you trusted the most while you remained none the wiser to his plan… He couldn’t help but feel like the bad guy.

He grimaced as he tightened his hold on you, frustrated that you were making this so hard for him. You belonged with him. No one could make you happier than he could, no one could protect you or provide for you better than he could. Really, all of the fears you conjured pertaining to your inevitable future with him were your own fault, self-inflicted punishment you suffered for being so stubborn.

Every ideal and goal that you were so keen on pursuing were ultimately pointless in the grand scheme of things-Silly little distractions that you for some reason deemed as more important than creating a family with him. He tried not to let it gnaw away at him, but sometimes it was too hard to ignore.

The thought that you could just slip away someday, leaving him behind as you gave your love and your future to someone else, haunted him. He knew you loved him, it was undeniable. He was sure a break-up was the furthest thing from your mind, the loyalty you felt for him as unwavering as his was for you. And yet worries still plagued him. You were his happiness, his love, his light. Everything he did, he did for you. If one day your love for him dimmed, where would that leave him? What would be the purpose of life if you weren’t there by his side, experiencing it with him as you grew old together?

He couldn’t accept that, he wouldn’t. You were his, always and forever. But he needed an assurance that you would stay by his side for keeps, something bigger than spoken promises and more concrete than a ring on your finger. He needed something to bind you to him irrevocably, a sign of your lifelong love that was truly permanent.

And what was a better culmination of devotion and attachment than a baby? He always wanted to be a father, and from the moment he met you, he wanted to make you the mother of his children. It only made sense that one day, hopefully very soon, that goal would be realized.

In his home, fat with his babies, basking in his touch and his ceaseless love, THAT was the life you deserved and the only thing you should be focused on. If you weren’t going to recognize it on your own, of course he had no choice but to begin taking drastic measures. Swapping out your pills, sabotaging your doctor’s appointments, lying to you… he wasn’t proud of himself for having to do it, but his hands were tied. Any struggling or feelings of discontentment were ultimately entirely your own fault.

“…Katsumi? Did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry baby,” he startled at the acknowledgment, dragged back to earth by your questioning voice. “But I hear you loud and clear. I meant it when I said you have nothing to worry about. I’ll always keep your best interests at heart, I promise.”

[kengan-daddies]

Yessssssss!!!!!

I love this so much!!

All the best husbandos from Baki too!!

Oh boy, how I drawn a lotta hands of my husbandos kkkk, even kinda tired🫣✍️

[0asisbliss]

It was hard, but for you a new start was ahead even if you had to leave behind a man that you adored and loved so much. It made you even sadder to see the fact that he moved on faster than you ever would have. Some part of your heart is still hanging on to his by a thread. Although he cut it a while ago you’re just sitting there holding it wondering if he’ll ever come back and attach it back to his.

Cosmo, Agito, OHMA, Raian, Kaolan, (KA) Chrollo, Feitan, KURAPIKA, Phinks, SHALNARK, (HXH) Monoma, BAKUGO, Denki, Aizawa, KEIGO, (MHA) GOJO, Geto, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuuta, Higuruma, (JJK) Eren, Levi, Reiner, (AOT) Baki, Katsumi, (BAKI) Dazai, Chuuya,

[kengan-daddies]

Hey!!! I have a request for some of the Baki men. But first i would like to so that I personally LOVE your Baki x Motherly reader series! Now on to my request: How would the Baki men react if reader was part time fighter and part time Burlesque dancer? And if your asking what a Burlesque dancer is, basically people who put on very suggestive dances and performances.

For the characters can you please do, Baki, Hanayma, Retsu and Katsumi? Feel free to skip any characters or add!

First Baki ask, LETS GOO!!

Most of there's POV's are relatively the same, aside from their thoughts, Baki's is probably the most different, and with the most 'plot' coming in from the views of a young high schooler.

(S/N) = Stage Name

The boys aren't aware of your second occupation, you're a great warrior and an even greater friend, but to know that you had such a secret life was far beyond them.

Burlesque dancer? - Retsu, Katsumi, Hanayama, and Baki

Anime : Baki: Son of Oger

Characters : Retsu Kaioh, Katsumi Orochi, Hanayama Karou, Baki Hanma

Warnings : Mention of drugs, alcohol, misuse of drugs

Retsu

When he went into the club, he wasn't there for anything promiscuous, he was here for business, a meeting with Hanayama, Katsumi, and Baki. It wasn't an ideal place, but it was the most discreet place. The dancers on stage were ignored by him as he kept his eyes on the people around him, taking in his surroundings. It was an atmosphere that he wasn't used to but not unfamiliar with.

He pushed through the sweaty bodies that smelled of alcohol and musk, it wasn't a present smell, but he smelt worst. The sight of people slumped against the walls caught his attention, people slipping pills and others grinding and kissing. It was disgusting but it was also very human. Every sin that you could think of, was in this place.

He didn't hate it, but he didn't agree with it. The lights suddenly dimmed, catching his attention, but he didn't give it much thought. 'Must be the climax of the party.' He thought as he continued on his way. "AND NOW, FOR THE PERFORMANCE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!! SHE'S LOVELY, SHE'S AMBITIOUS, AND SHE'S EVER SO SENUAL!! GET READY TO MAKE IT RAIN, FOR (S/N)!!!"

The sound of men cheering excitedly caught his attention, and he looked around, hearing the excited cheers. "This '(S/N)' must be very talented." He spoke aloud as he looked at the stage. Multiple spotlights came on, lighting up the catwalk, he watched as a young woman walked down the catwalk, her legs like a cat, her hips swaying like a seductress. His lights lit up in recognition when he saw her face. "(Y/N)!?" He called out in shock as he watched her approach the crowd of men.

'To think, that this was a means of living for her. She's a warrior, surely she could've made more money by fighting. Hell, she could even ask me for a few dimes, I'm more than willing to give.' He thought his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before stalking off through the crowd, making his way, admittedly, much smoother through the now still crowd. He could see an opening and he made a beeline for it, unashamed that he might have to stand on a table just to see where his comrades were, but he was most pleased when he saw them.

Baki was the first to notice him. He watched as Baki's eyes widened and a small smile graced his face. His arm suddenly shot out, his finger pointing. "Hey look, Retsu's here." He said, a small smile on his face. Retsu could be seen pulling his leg out before he walked over towards them. "Well, now that all of us are here, let the meeting commence." Hanayama said. Retsu nodded.

Katsumi

Walking through the crowd of drunken people was like a maze for him, it wasn't too difficult but it wasn't pleasant either. However, he kept calm as he walked through, making his way to the meeting area. He gave a relieved smile when he saw Baki and Hanayama sitting at the rounded booth, half a bottle of champagne sat in front of Hanayama, along with a champagne glass that he was drinking from. "Hey boys, long time no see." he casually greeted as he walked within hearing distance. Baki and Hanayama both greeted him. Hanayama with a curt nod and Baki with a small smile.

"Katsumi, how ya been, man?" Baki asked as he watched Katsumi sit on the booth and he scooted his way in. "I've been well, training has been very promising, my students are improving every day. What of you two?" He asked as he got comfortable. Hanayama shrugged. "I've been well, but not much has happened in my life, it's been the usual but also rather calm... Which is troublesome." He said. Katsumi gave him a small smile of pity. "Yeah, I know what you mean, quiet days are welcomed, but they never promise any good." He agreed. Hanayama nodded before he looked over at Baki.

"What about you, Baki?" He asked. Baki snapped from his thoughts as he looked up from the table and up towards Hanayama, a wide but sheepish smile on his face. "Hmm?... Oh um, yeah... I've been pretty good too, same ol' same ol', going to school, kicking ass." He said. Katsumi chuckled. "How's school been, Baki?" He asked. Baki looked over at him. "Oh you know, boring as ever." He said with a wave of his hand. Katsumi chuckled. "Oh yeah, I remember those days." He said as he sat back in the booth, a nostalgic smile on his face. Hanayama nodded. They were quiet after that, lost in their own thoughts.

the lights suddenly dimmed, catching all of their attention. "AND NOW, FOR THE PERFORMANCE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!! SHE'S LOVELY, SHE'S AMBITIOUS, AND SHE'S EVER SO SENUAL!! GET READY TO MAKE IT RAIN, FOR (S/N)!!!" Came the announcer's voice, they all looked over towards the stage, watching as the lights slowly lit up the catwalk. "An entrance like this for a single woman? She must be something special." He said aloud. Hanayama nodded. "Yes, she must be for such high praise, and the silence of these men, she must be a fan favorite." He added.

A shadowy figure came forth, stepping into the light. Katsumi's eyes widen. "(Y/N)!?" He practically shouted in shock as he stared on. 'But... why?... Unless this is just some sort of side gig she just happens to enjoy.' He thought as he watched. Her legs were like a cat, her hips swaying like a seductress, he was nearly hypnotized. You're an attractive woman and an amazing fighter, it's just easy for him to forget that you were a woman. It was always a secondary thought in his mind when it came to you, you were like one of the boys honestly.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Baki's arm suddenly shot out, his finger pointing. "Hey look, Retsu's here." He said, a small smile on his face. He looked over at Baki before he looked over, from the crowd, Retsu could be seen pulling his leg out before he walked over towards them. "Well, now that all of us are here, let the meeting commence. " Hanayama said.

Hanayama

He was the first of the boys to arrive at the club, the first thing he did was flag down a waitress and order himself a bottle of champagne. His fist cup in, and Baki was the first to arrive. A soft pat on his shoulder made him turn around in question, seeing a smiling Baki standing there as he waved at him. "Sup Hanayama." He happily greeted as he walked around. Hanayama nodded in return. "Baki, I'm surprised to see you here so early." He said as he watched Baki get comfortable in the booth.

Baki chuckled in amusement as he looked around the club, honestly so am I." He said. Hanayama looked away from him as he took a sip from his glass. "So, what's this meeting gonna be about?" Baki asked. Hanayama looked over at him as he placed his cup back down. "Honestly, it's just a way for us to get together, along with the topic of Pickle." He said. Baki cocked a brow at him. "That's it? A simple get-together?" He asked in disbelief. Hanayama stared at him for a moment before he looked off from him.

Baki stared at Hanayama for a while longer before he looked off and over towards the stage, seeing the women dance, a relaxed smile on his face. "Well, a simple get-together isn't so bad." He said aloud, Hanayama nodded as he took another sip from his drink. "Hey boys, long time no see." Came a familiar voice, both Baki and Hanayama looked up in curiosity before a familiar gleam shined in their eyes. Hanayama gave him a curt nod and Baki gave him a small smile.

"Katsumi, how ya been, man?" Baki asked as he watched Katsumi sit on the booth and he scooted his way in. "I've been well, training has been very promising, my students are improving every day. What of you two?" He asked as he got comfortable. Hanayama shrugged. "I've been well, but not much has happened in my life, it's been the usual but also rather calm... Which is troublesome." He said. Katsumi gave him a small smile of pity. "Yeah, I know what you mean, quiet days are welcomed, but they never promise any good." He agreed. Hanayama nodded before he looked over at Baki.

"What about you, Baki?" He asked. Baki snapped from his thoughts as he looked up from the table and up towards Hanayama, a wide but sheepish smile on his face. "Hmm?... Oh um, yeah... I've been pretty good too, same ol' same ol', going to school, kicking ass." He said. Katsumi chuckled. "How's school been, Baki?" He asked. Baki looked over at him. "Oh you know, boring as ever." He said with a wave of his hand. Katsumi chuckled. "Oh yeah, I remember those days." He said as he sat back in the booth, a nostalgic smile on his face. Hanayama nodded. They were quiet after that, lost in their own thoughts.

the lights suddenly dimmed, catching all of their attention. "AND NOW, FOR THE PERFORMANCE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!! SHE'S LOVELY, SHE'S AMBITIOUS, AND SHE'S EVER SO SENUAL!! GET READY TO MAKE IT RAIN, FOR (S/N)!!!" Came the announcer's voice, they all looked over towards the stage, watching as the lights slowly lit up the catwalk. "An entrance like this for a single woman? She must be something special." He said aloud. Hanayama nodded. "Yes, she must be for such high praise, and the silence of these men, she must be a fan favorite." He added.

A shadowy figure came forth, stepping into the light. Katsumi's eyes widen. "(Y/N)!?" He practically shouted in shock as he stared on. Hanayama's eyes widened when he saw that it was you, his mind raced with questions. 'Why?... She's a proud warrior, so why?... Is she struggling to make ends meet?... She could've just asked me and I would've helped her, no payment needed in return.' He thought as he observed her. Her legs were like a cat, her hips swaying like a seductress, he was nearly hypnotized. You're an attractive woman and an amazing fighter, to see you in such a position, made Hanayama slightly sad.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Baki's arm suddenly shot out, his finger pointing. "Hey look, Retsu's here." He said, a small smile on his face. He looked over at Baki before he looked over, from the crowd, Retsu could be seen pulling his leg out before he walked over towards them. "Well, now that all of us are here, let the meeting commence." Hanayama said. He'll probably find a way to pull you to the side and get some answers out of you.

Baki

The music was blaring and it was nearly deafening, Baki wasn't used to coming to these places, hell, most high schoolers weren't... But Baki wasn't a normal high school boy, so this was just a part of the package deal at this point. "Guess being the Oger's son... has its perks." He said aloud to himself as he remembered the bouncer immediately allowing him access once he heard him say his name was "Baki."

He eased his way through the crowd, taking mental notes of every little detail, his young mind acting like a sponge. He couldn't help but notice every little thing, his eyes gleaming in innocent curiosity when he would see the strangest things, from people slumped against the walls to others pouring liquor and slipping pills. It was grotesque and yet he couldn't look away from it all. He looked forward and he sighed with relief when he seen that there was a gap in an opening from between the bodies.

He pushed his way through taking a much-needed breath of slightly fresher air once he was able to pull from the crowd, he looked back at the people with a sheepish grin. "Yeesh... I wonder how they're able to breathe in there... The air is so dense." He said aloud before he looked forward and his eyes gleamed in familiarity and relief when he saw Hanayama sitting at the table, a freshly opened bottle of champagne on the table. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked over to him, coming up from behind him he placed his hand softly and invitingly down on his shoulder, making Hanayama turn around in curiosity.

"Sup Hanayama." He happily greeted him as he walked around. Hanayama nodded in return. "Baki, I'm surprised to see you here so early." Baki gave a quiet sigh as he walked around the booth, sliding in his eyes and taking in the contents of the table before he looked up at Hanayama with a small smile on his face before he chuckled in amusement as he looked around the club, honestly so am I."

He said aloud as he thought over the fact that it was a miracle he even found where Hanayama was sitting. He's never been to a club before so this was all so new to him. Hanayama looked away from him as he took a sip from his glass. Baki looked back at Hanayama, taking in his relaxed poster, his eyes dull with slight boredom. 'Man, I bet he's real familiar with this type of atmosphere... This must be a common site for him.' He thought as he observed Hanayama.

He sat up straight in his seat as he leaned onto the table in front of him. "So, what's this meeting gonna be about?" Baki asked. Hanayama looked over at him as he placed his cup back down. "Honestly, it's just a way for us to get together, along with the topic of Pickle." He said. Baki cocked a brow at him. "That's it? A simple get-together?" He asked in disbelief. Hanayama stared at him for a moment before he looked off from him. Baki stared at Hanayama with a perplexed gaze before he relaxed back in his seat.

'Just a simple get-together?... I mean... I guess there's nothing wrong with that... But in a place like this?... Why not the park or something?...' He thought in confusion as he observed Hanayama in confusion. He'd never be able to understand the man before him, but he will admit, that Hanayama always moved with purpose. Baki stared at Hanayama for a while longer before he looked off and over towards the stage, seeing the women dance, a relaxed smile on his face. "Well, a simple get-together isn't so bad." He said aloud.

"Hey boys, long time no see." Came a familiar voice, both Baki and Hanayama looked up in curiosity before a familiar gleam shined in their eyes. Hanayama gave him a curt nod and Baki gave him a small smile. "Katsumi, how ya been, man?" Baki asked as he watched Katsumi sit on the booth and he scooted his way in. "I've been well, training has been very promising, my students are improving every day. What of you two?"

He asked as he got comfortable. Hanayama shrugged. "I've been well, but not much has happened in my life, it's been the usual but also rather calm... Which is troublesome." He said. Katsumi gave him a small smile of pity. "Yeah, I know what you mean, quiet days are welcomed, but they never promise any good." He agreed. Hanayama nodded before he looked over at Baki. Baki looked between the two, taking in their conversation, he honestly didn't know what the hell they were both talking about.

Small talks were never his strong suit. "What about you, Baki?" Came Hanayama's voice. Baki snapped from his thoughts as he looked up from the table and up towards Hanayama, a wide but sheepish smile on his face. "Hmm?... Oh um, yeah... I've been pretty good too, same ol' same ol', going to school, kicking ass." He said. Katsumi chuckled. "How's school been, Baki?" He asked. Baki looked over at him. "Oh you know, boring as ever." He said with a wave of his hand. Katsumi chuckled. "Oh yeah, I remember those days." He said as he sat back in the booth, a nostalgic smile on his face. Hanayama nodded. They were quiet after that, lost in their own thoughts.

Baki felt a bit out of place, first, he was in a place he wasn't very familiar with... Actually, scratch that, this was like a different world entirely. second, he was talking about his life like it was sooo normal, because yeah... His life is totally normal... and he totally knows how to have a normal conversation about his very normal life... Yeah, know?... Like normal people do.

the lights suddenly dimmed, catching all of their attention. "AND NOW, FOR THE PERFORMANCE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!! SHE'S LOVELY, SHE'S AMBITIOUS, AND SHE'S EVER SO SENUAL!! GET READY TO MAKE IT RAIN, FOR (S/N)!!!" Came the announcer's voice, they all looked over towards the stage, watching as the lights slowly lit up the catwalk. "An entrance like this for a single woman? She must be something special." He said aloud. Hanayama nodded. "Yes, she must be for such high praise, and the silence of these men, she must be a fan favorite." He added.

Baki stared in his confusion, wondering what all the hype was. 'She's just another woman... What's so grand about her? Is she like rich? Super attractive?... Tall?' He wondered as he looked around at all the people who've all gone quiet.

A shadowy figure came forth, stepping into the light. Katsumi's eyes widen. "(Y/N)!?" He practically shouted in shock as he stared on. Baki's eyes widen as well when he sees you. 'HUH!?' He thought in surprise. First, this weird ass place, second the very normal small talk, and now this!! What's next, clouds are going to start falling from the sky now??

He watched as you walked down the catwalk, your legs were like a cat, hips swaying like a seductress, he was nearly hypnotized. You're an attractive woman and an amazing fighter, to see you in such a position, was confusing for Baki but at the same time he could understand that bills have to be paid, food needs to be bought, or maybe it was just something you simply enjoyed... Either way, it wasn't really any of his business, you were an adult, and you knew what you were doing.

He looked away from the stage for a moment, letting his eyes trail along the crowd when his eyes widened and a small smile graced his face. His arm suddenly shot out, his finger pointing. "Hey look, Retsu's here." He said, a small smile on his face. Retsu could be seen pulling his leg out before he walked over towards them. "Well, now that all of us are here, let the meeting commence." Hanayama said.

'Thank god... because I don't think I can be here for another second.' Baki thought.

[kawaiigirly21]

Love in the Underground

Mitsunari invites the Kengan association to participate in a highstakes tournament along with the fighters of the Underground arena for a prize that he holds close to him. The heart of his great niece. The “Midnight Rose” Natasha Tokugawa

“Natasha my dear, you know I’m not getting any younger. Why haven’t you settled down yet? Married a nice man who could take care of you? It would make me so happy to see you happy with a family of your own.” Mitsunari asked his great niece who had her back turned to him as she prepared for her match. “Look Uncle Mitsy, It’s not like I don’t wanna get married. It’s actually been a dream of mine. I mean what girl doesn't want a big glamorous wedding and beautiful white dress while she marries her dream guy? It’s just…every guy I’ve been with is all the same. They can’t stand that I’m stronger than them. All the guys I’ve dated are losers. I’m not gonna find a man who can be on my level.” As the young woman left the room, Mitsunari had already come up with a plan.

After her match, Natasha jogged to the home she shared with the Orochi family. “I’m home!!” The young woman announced before tossing her gym bag on the ground after taking off her shoes and proceeded to flop on the couch. Letting out an exhausted sigh. “How are you deary? Your match went well?” Natsue asked Natasha as she placed a cup of tea and a few snacks on the table for the girl. The only response the older woman got from her however was a muffled sound of confirmation that the match went well. “Too easy huh? Let me guess, KO with one punch and in the first round?” Watching her nod, Natsue placed a soft hand on Natasha’s head before sitting next to her on the couch and placing her head on her lap. “Better?”

Natasha nodded once more before turning over to look at the older woman. “How did you know Master Orochi was the one?” Natsue thought for a minute before answering. “When he kissed me on our 3rd date. After he punched a wannabe mugger for trying to take my purse. He held me so close after that and from then on, I knew…I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. Now sit up and get something in your stomach my dear. You need it after brawling today.” Natasha smiled softly before sitting up. “I’d hardly call that fight a brawl. More like a warm up that left me exceedingly bored.” Later that night, As the Orochi family and Natasha enjoyed their meal together, Katsumi brought up news he had gotten from Natasha’s great uncle. “Hey um Natasha? You know a tournament is coming up within a few weeks and the prize is um…pretty.”

Natasha quirked an eyebrow as she reached for her glass of sake. “Pretty what? And who’s competing? You? Gaia? Master Retsu?” Katsumi rubbed the back of his neck as a faint blush coated his cheeks. “Well all I know is that I’m competing. I don’t know about anyone else.” Natsue sent her husband a knowing look as their son spoke to the young woman who sat across from him. Doppo simply smiled before nodding. The couple knew that their son held feelings for the girl they took in under their roof. As much as he tried to hide it, Katsumi was obvious to everyone but Natasha. Her head was filled with fighting, action movies. Music and the latest fashions. Love wasn’t her priority, nor was it her second. But it was on her radar, the problem was she had shitty taste in men or the shitty men were just attracted to her.

After dinner, Natasha and Katsumi progressed with their nightly routine. 3 hours of training before bed. “Are you training with Oliva tomorrow?” Katsumi asked as he struck the punching bag. Natasha nodded as she stretched her body unaturally. “You know it. We’re working on something new. Something up close and personal he said. We’ve also been doing alot of stretching too. I’m a lot more flexible than I thought I was!” As Natasha talked about her training sessions with Biscuit Oliva, Katsumi listened in disbelief. How could she not see that Biscuit was clearly making moves on her? She couldn’t be THAT dense could she? Maybe it was all the head injuries she suffered from as a kid that caused her obliviousness.

He wanted to tell her, but how would he even start that conversation? Would it change anything? From what he thought, he doubted anything would change. As Katsumi retired to his own bedroom, he couldn’t fathom that he would be competing with an older man for the heart of his crush, and soon, an entirely different association just for the chance to marry her. The next day, Natasha was busy training with Biscuit. At the moment, she was on her back on the matted floor while both her legs were stretched over her head while Biscuit’s large hands pressed on her thighs to keep her in position. “Alright sweetheart, remember, deep breaths. Do you think you can spread them wider than last time?” The man asked as he leaned in close to the 22 year old.

Taking in a shaky breath, Natasha nodded before she felt the man spread her legs. The calming scent of Biscuit’s cologne drafted through the room and intoxicated the younger fighter. Her eyes locked onto the sight of his bulge all too close to her clothed core. One slip, one slight movement closer from either person, they would be touching. In the back of her mind, Natasha wanted it. She wanted to know what it would feel like, but how could she say it? He was her mentor, her trainer. She could never sully their relationship and to make matters worse, he was married to that ornery woman Maria. She wanted nothing to do with that borderline mattress sized womanzilla. But when her man’s hands were all up on her body and stretching her out, How could Natasha resist her fantasies of stealing him away from Maria. Any girl would.

Deep in her thoughts, Natasha hadn’t even noticed just how close Biscuit was to her until she felt the faintest brush of his lips on hers. His bulge now pressed directly on her core. “All you gotta do is tell me to stop if you don’t want this beautiful…” Looking deeply into her eye’s searching for any sign of refusal, Biscuit finally pressed his lips to Natasha’s in a long awaited steamy kiss while he grinded into her earning a pretty muffled sound from her lips. The deeper and harder the man grinded, the louder and sweeter Natasha’s moans became. Her eyes screwed shut as her manicured nails dug into the back of the man above her. Down the hall, Katsumi made his way to the room with a homemade lunch to share with Natasha.

His stride staggered a bit as his ears caught the sound of high pitched moans and deep groans. Putting his hand on the door knob and twisting it, Katsumi prayed and hoped what he was hearing wasn’t what he thought it was. As he pushed open the door, his eyes caught the sight of Natasha attempting to pin Biscuit but failing miserably. “Oh come on!!” Natasha huffed as she spotted Katsumi standing in the doorway. “Oh hey Kats! You here for lunch?” She asked as took the hand he gave her to pull her up off the floor. Looking over to the other side of the room, Katsumi eyed Biscuit suspiciously.

The older man might have thought he was clever, but not clever enough when the evidence of Natasha’s glittery berry shaded lip gloss was smudged over his lips and Natasha’s was applied like it never moved. Katsumi knew something happened, but he wouldn’t dare confront him. Not yet. “Kats! You okie? Let's go find a place to eat!” Natasha shouted to get her friend’s attention. Looking back at her, Katsumi gave her a charming smile. “Yea! Let's go to the park. Our usual spot.” Grabbing her gym bag, Natasha was quick to hug Biscuit before bidding him farewell and grabbing Katsumi’s hand (Which almost made him bust a nut lmao)and pulling him to the park. Yea, he wasn’t going to confront Biscuit just yet. Not when every time he looked in her eyes, Katsumi knew Natasha loved him too. He just knew it and in a few weeks, was his only chance to prove that he was going to be her one and only. Her husband.

[kengan-daddies]

This made me fall in love with Katsumi, I already liked him but this just solidified it completely.

🌶️ Yandere Baki Short Stories: Longing (Final) 🌶️

Yandere Katsumi Orochi x Afab Reader

Minors DNI!!

Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior, breeding kink, obsession, etc

Part 1

4.4k words

Katsumi glanced at the clock. It was a quarter past one in the morning… he was sure (your name) was fast asleep and yet he was still restless.

Katsumi quietly rose up from his bed to make his way to the kitchen for a glass of ice water. After his late night endeavor, he was parched.

Katsumi softly tiptoed through the house, careful not to make a peep. He’d hate to wake up (your name)…

Katsumi quietly opened the cupboard and picked up a glass cup. The young man gently shut the cupboard door shut and made his way over to the sink to fill up his glass.

Katsumi greedily gulped down the cold water and sighed. It seemed he was going to have yet another restless night.

As he made his way back to his room, he heard a soft groan. The young man paused and glanced at the door that was ajar to (your name)’s room. It wouldn’t hurt to peak would it?

Katsumi peaked his head into her room and saw her snuggled underneath a multitude of blankets. Her small body curled up into a plain white body pillow. She was so cute…

Katsumi found himself automatically move to her side when she mumbled incoherently in her sleep. Her brows furrowed a bit as she smushed herself further into the body pillow. Katsumi’s heart clenched at the sight.

He reached his left hand down to brush a few stray hairs from her face. (Your name) unconsciously leaned into the touch with a content sigh. Katsumi warmed at her reaction.

He sat himself on the corner of her bed, his hand contently stroked her soft hairs before he moved to stroke the soft skin of her face. And that’s when he caught himself run his thumb across her plump lips. He froze in horror.

Why was he being such a weirdo? Katsumi wanted to smash his head into a wall at first until her lips pressed tenderly against his thumb. He felt his breath hitch at the light touch.

Katsumi slowly lifted his hand up and pressed his lips to the spot she kissed. He shuddered in awe. This was an indirect kiss… how badly he wanted to press his lips against hers.

Katsumi cast one last look toward (your name) before he left the room. Katsumi put his palm over his face once the shame set in. He was sick. He was so sick…

But why had those simple touches felt so right?

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As of late, he caught himself taking pictures of her doing her day to day activities. Whether she ate food, took a nap, watched a movie, etc, Katsumi had a picture of it.

To try to ease his longing for her, he had printed out each picture and put them into a photo album. He frequently had to refill the album, because he found himself kissing all the older photos until the faces disappeared off them. Oops.

Katsumi crawled in bed with her almost every night. He couldn’t sleep without her body by his side. (Your name) was his only solace… his light. His love.

Katsumi couldn’t bear to be a part from her. It drove him mad.

At this point, Katsumi had finally figured out that his feelings are not normal. That this was spiraling out of control and he might act upon his alien feelings towards the young woman.

He needed to let his feelings be known, or otherwise, he’d be be consumed in his obsession.

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Lately (your name) would wake up in a pool of sweat, which was abnormal for her. She always kept her room at a sensible degree but as of late, she’d been so hot in her sleep. Maybe she needed to shed a few blankets?

The young woman sighed and shook her head. She had been so tired as of late… she felt drained…

(Your name) made her way towards the kitchen only to spot when she saw a shirtless Katsumi by the fridge. The carton of orange juice in his hand. He had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar…

“Hey! What did I tell you about drinking out do the carton?” (Your name) scolded him with a laugh, the young man bashfully hid his face.

(Your name)’s cheeks flushed a bit when she noticed his visible V line. Why did Katsumi have to be so attractive? He had the perfect build and his demeanor was so cute…

Wait. Did she have a crush on him?

Katsumi noticed the flushed look on her face and it made his heart race. What wa sin her mind? Hopefully it was him.

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(Your name) noticed a change in Katsumi as the weeks went by. He was touchier and was always a bit too into her personal space. It bugged her but she wondered if he was just naturally a touchy guy.

Just like now, he sat beside her on the couch as she watched a movie. His arm on the back of the couch, just barely above her shoulders… she wondered if he needed anything? Maybe he was cold since she had the blanket?

“Katsumi?” Katsumi immediately turned his head to her, he reminded her of a puppy with his happy demeanor. “Are you cold?”

Katsumi’s cheeks flushed a bright red. Did she just offer to share the blanket with him? Was she making the first move?

“I am a little bit, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Katsumi replied softly, a tender look in his eye. “We could… share it.”

(Your name) thought for a moment but then she scooted towards Katsumi. She opened up her blanket and offered him some, only for Katsumi to scoop his arm around her and pull her towards him. A shocked gasp spilled from her lips.

“Katsumi!” (Your name) squeaked but Katsumi only chuckled.

“Sorry… but isn’t this more comfortable?” Katsumi gave her a cheesy smile, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. Her back was pressed into his broad chest, which left no room for escape.

(Your name) sighed and accepted defeat. Katsumi was so warm… like a furnace. And she could smell the scent of oranges and clean linen on him. Something about him felt so oddly comforting.

Katsumi smiled when she curled into his embrace. Did he dare to be a bit bolder?

“(Your name)?” Katsumi smiled down at the young woman who innocently glanced up at him. Her head tilted off the the side a bit, a lump caught in his throat when their eyes met. He needed to make the first move.

“Yes?”

Katsumi gulped down the lump, and leaned down. His lips pressed softly against the top of her head. (Your name) merely froze in place like a deer caught in the head lights.

Katsumi swiftly pulled away, his eyes widen in shock. Did he make her uncomfortable?

“I’m sorry-“ (your name) tenderly pressed her lips to his chin, a shy smile on her face.

“It’s okay… I enjoyed it.” (Your name) awkwardly leaned a bit more into his chest, which left Katsumi stunned. The young man blankly stared off into the distance for a bit until he shook his head.

“Wait… do you like me too?” Katsumi whispered, both of their faces erupted into a bright shade of red.

“Well… I-I mean… um.” (Your name) was at a loss for words. She clutched her hands to her chest to try to calm her anxious heart. She didn’t know what to say… or what to do. She’s never dated before. She was so close to a full blown panic.

Katsumi placed his hand on her cheek to turn her head to face him. His eyes half lidded with desire and his slightly chapped lips parted. And that’s when he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. His movement a bit clumsy but still incredibly gentle.

(Your name) closed her eyes and shyly kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer while Katsumi wrapped his arm around her waist.

The two of them found themselves unable to pull away from one another. Their mouths entangled in a clumsy, sensual dance of lips, tongue, and teeth.

The two slowly pulled away, their lips swollen and their cheeks flushed. Katsumi leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course!” (Your name) giggled. The two sat in each other’s embrace.

The poor girl was unaware that she had just sealed her fate…

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Days with Katsumi were exciting and new. He would wrap his left arm snug around her waist whenever she’d make meals so he could press kisses to her neck, shoulders, and cheeks. His face buried into the back of her neck so he could greedily inhale her scent. He was such a goofball.

Katsumi loved to play wrestle and start tickle fights. The man was nice enough to let her win most of the time and he’d eventually release her from tickles when both of their chests hurt from their fits of laughter.

Katsumi would also randomly buy ‘just because’ flowers for her, takeout from her favorite restaurants when she had a busy day, and he always snuggled beside her at night. His arm wrapped around her while he spooned her body in her bed. Occasionally she’d join him in his. Everything felt so natural with him.

Katsumi was amazing. He was everything she ever wanted in a man. And today… she was going to meet his parents.

Katsumi gave (your name)’s right hand a reassuring squeeze. His fingers interlaced with hers.

“You’re stressing too much about it. Don’t sweat it.” Katsumi laughed, his eyes filled with love. “They’re so excited to meet you. I’ll probably have to pry them off of you.”

(Your name) smiled at Katsumi, the man instantly cheered her up. “ I hope you don’t have to pry off your parents. I can barely pry off you.”

The couple shared a laugh. The two continued to walk hand in hand to his parents’ house. The two eventually coming to a stop in front of a large, traditional compound.

“Here, let me help you take off your shoes.” Katsumi helped (your name) sit down on the steps before he bent down to untie her shoes for her. The karateka snuck in a kiss on her ankle before he removed the other shoe.

“Katsumi, stop.” (Your name) giggled while Katsumi gave her a dopey grin.

“Am I not allowed to be obsessed with my girl?” Katsumi gave her a flirty wink which made her cheeks explode into crimson.

And that’s when an older woman and a bald man opened the door. The older couple’s eyes wide at the young woman who sat on their step with her feet in Katsumi’s hands.

Katsumi rose up to his feet in a snap, the young man blushed under his parents’ gaze. Katsumi grabbed (your name)’s hand and gave a slight bow to his parents. “Mom. Dad. This is my girlfriend, (your name)-“

Natsue rushed over to the couple and hugged them both. The older woman squealed in happiness, her chocolate eyes filled with warmth.

“It’s nice to finally meet you! Katsumi gushes about you all the time.” Natsue smiled brightly at the couple, Katsumi shyly looked away. “I almost thought you were a dream of his like the kind he used to have when he was little-“

Katsumi swatted Natsue away, the young man pulled (your name) toward him with his arm. “Mom, stop embarrassing me.”

“Is it wrong for a mother to love her son?” Natsue lead the couple into the compound, Katsumi placed his and (your name)’s shoes on the steps. “I can’t wait to show you all of his baby pictures-“

“Mom!” (Your name) put her hand over her lips so her laughs didn’t escape. Katsumi and his family were all so cute…

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“And this is Katsumi during his first bath.” Natsue pointed at a picture of a chubby baby in a tub. His signature eyebrows gave away exactly who he was. “I bugged his birth mom for these… I just love babies.”

Katsumi buried his face in (your name)’s shoulder to try to hide his shame but (your name)’s eyes onto sparkled at how cute he was. He was so chubby…

“…little baby feet.” (Your name) muttered softly, her eyes looked at Katsumi’s baby feet in the picture.

“Babies smell so nice and they’re so cute.” Natsue babbled, her shined when she noticed (your name)’s awestruck expression. “I wish we could’ve adopted Katsumi when he was a baby-“

“Let’s put the baby books away.” Doppo laughed as he reached over to gently pull the photo album away from Natsue. “I doubt she wants to see him with his foot in his mouth-“

“You have a picture of his foot in his mouth?!” Natsue snatched the book back from Doppo and flipped through the pages. Hee manicured fingers pointed at one of the cutest baby pictures (your name) had ever seen.

(Your name) almost cried from how cute Katsumi was… He was such a precious, chunky babe.

Katsumi gaze softened at the sight. The young man placed his head on her shoulder, a thought ran through his mind. What if they weren’t his baby pictures, what if these pictures were of their own baby?

Would they have his hair and her eyes? Would they be chubby and happy too with his eyebrows? He wondered if they’d be a boy to a girl…

Katsumi watched (your name) playfully share banter with Doppo and Natsue. The young woman fit right in with little issue, he could tell his parents were fond of her… she was the perfect fit to join their family. Would she want to be his wife? Would she want to be a mother?

Katsumi could picture it. He could see (your name) with a big smile on her face while she proudly held her swollen stomach. She’d be so cute and round with a product of their love inside her. It would be such a perfect sight…

Katsumi pressed a kiss on her shoulder, which caused (your name) to rest her head on his cheek. She eventually pulled away and glanced at Katsumi.

“You were such a cutie when you were little…”

“Are you saying I’m not cute anymore?” Katsumi quirked a brow up at (your name) which made her cheeks warm.

“No… I’m just saying you don’t have cute little feet anymore. You have stinky man feet.” (Your name) squealed when Katsumi bumped her ankle with his bare foot. “Katsu!”

“Just rubbing my stinky man feet on you is all.” Katsumi and her shared a laugh while his parents admired the young couple. They were sure these two were going to be married soon… and grand babies would be soon to follow…

The apple didn’t fall far from the tree…

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Katsumi nuzzled his face into (your name)‘s neck, the man deeply inhaled her sweet scent. He couldn’t get enough of her… it drove him insane… just like what’s been on his mind as of late.

They’ve been dating for three months now and they still haven’t been intimate… was she celibate? He didn’t know how to bring it up… maybe he should just ask?

“(Your name)?” (Your name) perked up from her position on the couch, the young woman gave Katsumi her undivided attention.

“Yes, Katsu?” (Your name) softly asked, her lashes fluttered over her (eye color) eyes. Why did she have to be so cute without even trying? “Is something on your mind?”

“I…” Katsumi but his lip, the male hesitated. Was it a strange thing to ask? Would she think he was a pervert?

“Katsumi.” (Your name) scooted away from him and sat up, she grabbed his hand in hers. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I… I just have been wondering when…” Katsumi then mumbled something she couldn’t quite understand under his breath, the young woman furrowed her brows.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“I want to have sex!” Katsumi blurted, the man immediately turned red in shame. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout… I just… I just wondered because we’ve been together for awhile and I’d like to be as close to you as possible-“

“N-no, it’s okay!” (Your name)’s face was just as red. The two sat awkwardly in front of each other. “I… I’ve never…”

“It’s o-okay. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I’ve never…”

“I’ve never had sex!” The two shouted in unison, their eyes both wide when they looked at each other.

An awkward silence filled the room before the two began to blush even more.

“I didn’t think you’d still be pure…” Katsumi blushed softly. His heart raced at the thought. She was still pure… she would be all his then. His one and only.

“I didn’t think you’d still be a virgin too.” (Your name) shyly replied, she tried to hide her burning cheeks from him but Katsumi grabbed her face in his hand.

Katsumi took the lead and leaned in to press his lips against hers. The young man shuddered at the soft contact before he dived in. His tongue begged for entrance, the wet muscle danced across her bottom lip until she relented.

Katsumi shoved her back on the couch, the couple now a mess of limbs while Katsumi’s hand moved from her face to her stomach.

Katsumi pushed the fabric of her shirt up while his tongue dominated hers. The young man pulled away from the kiss, a wet string of saliva connected the two. His lust filled eyes twinkled at the sight of her in her bra before him.

“You’re all mine…” Katsumi whispered before he moved his lips down to kiss the top of each breast. “I’m going to be the only man to fill you…”

(Your name) gasped when he pulled apart her sports bra like wrapping paper. His mouth latched onto her left nipple to give it an eager suck. A strangled moan escaped her swollen lips while she tried to push him back a bit.

“Gentle, please.” (Your name) whined when Katsumi turned his head up to look up at her. The man pulled away with a wet pop before he dragged his tongue over the pebbled surface.

“I want to touch everything… let me see all of you.” Katsumi whispered into her soft skin, his fingers danced over the delicate skin on her stomach. “I love you so much…”

(Your name) blushed when he pressed a tender kiss to one of her stretch marks, his dark eyes glanced up at her. “Can we go to my bed?”

(Your name) nodded and she was scooped up in his arm in an instant. Katsumi grinned at her as he stole he away to his room. The young man fell on the bed with her in a fit of giggles. His lips entangled with hers once more.

“You’re so beautiful.” Katsumi mutters between desperate kisses, his hips grinded into hers. His thick bulge made her even more nervous on what was to come. “So perfect.”

“I’m scared, Katsumi-“ Katsumi pressed his lips from the top of her neck all the way down her stomach. He would not be stop now, not when he finally could have his fill.

“Allow me to indulge in everything that you have to offer.” Katsumi muttered, his hot breath fanned her hips. “Do I have permission to pull these down?”

(Your name) blushed but she helped Katsumi to pull them down. His onyx eyes took in her bare form before him in awe.

“So beautiful.” Katsumi placed a soft kiss to (your name)’s damp core, his fingers moved to gently stroke the wet slit. Katsumi gazed into her eyes as he inserted a finger, he memorized all of her expression with glee. She was so tight… “Relax a bit, baby. It’ll hurt if you don’t.”

(Your name) sucked in a breath, a few tears in her eyes. His finger was thick… much thicker than her own. And she knew this was only the tip of the iceberg. How on earth would she be able to handle more of this if already felt stretched?

Katsumi leaned forward and kissed her mouth. The young man gently curled his finger inside her wet heat until he felt her relax a bit under him. He kissed away her tears.

“I-I’m scared.” (Your name) whispered, only to be silenced by Katsumi’s kisses. The young man angled his thumb up until he felt the small ball of nerves above her slit. His thumb rubbed small circles on her clit, a smile on his lips when she whined a bit. There we go… Katsumi wanted her to feel good.

“We’re learning together.” Katsumi kissed her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers. “I love you so much… does this feel good?”

“Feels good…” (Your name) wrapped her arms around Katsumi’s neck. She buried her nose into his muscular shoulder to try to ground herself. “M-more please…”

Katsumi smiled at her, the young man slowly eased in another finger to prep her for what was to come. (Your name)’s breath hitched and she moaned into his shoulder.

Katsumi pressed a kiss to the top of her head, a big smile on his face. “There we go… do you like this? Am I touching you right?”

(Your name) shyly nodded, her eyes glance at him. “Y-yes… I…”

Katsumi gave (your name) a soft kiss, his body trembled a bit. “Can I… can I give you more?”

“More?” (Your name)’s back arched when he curled his fingers inside of her in her most sensitive spot. A loud moan escaped her lips. “What do you mean-“

(Your name)’s words were stuck in her throat at the sight before her. Katsumi had a damp spot on his shorts from the end of his erection, his cheeks a bright cherry red under her intense gaze.

“I want… I want to become one.” Katsumi blushed, his head shyly tilt off to the side. “Please… I’ll be gentle.”

(Your name) curiously reached a hand forward to touch the strained bulge, Katsumi shuddered in response. He didn’t dare stop her curiosity. He was too over the moon that she just touched him to care if she wanted more.

“I trust you…” (Your name) lowered the waist band of his pants, his member sprang out and smacked right below his belly button. He was thick… could she fit her hands around it?

Katsumi whined when her hand gently wrapped around his shaft. Her eyes widen at his reaction.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you-“ Katsumi gentle thrust into her hand, his eyes half lidded with lust.

“No… feels good.” Katsumi replied while he continued to curl his fingers in her which elicited a moan from her lips. “You make me feel so good…”

Katsumi pulled his dripping fingers out of her with a squelch. The young man brought the wet digits up to his mouth and sucked the juices off of them, his eyes didn’t leave hers once.

Katsumi scooped her wrists up in his hand and pushed them above her head. The man gulped above her.

“I think you’re adjusted enough… it might hurt a bit.” Katsumi whispered. “You can hold onto my back, okay? Just tell me if it’s too much.”

Katsumi then pulled his hand back to line himself up at her entrance. The damp, bulbous tip began to slowly breach her walls, a shudder escaped Katsumi’s lips at the sensation.

“So tight!” He cried while (your name) held onto his back. Her body burned s little from the foreign intrusion. “I’m not hurting you am I?”

“No, Katsumi.” Katsumi shushed her, his thumb wiped away a few stray tears.

“You say that and then you cry. Liar.” Katsumi placed his lips on hers with the tenderness of a man in love. “I’m not even hallways in yet and you’re squeezing me so tight… just relax, baby.”

(Your name) felt more tears fall but Katsumi maneuvered his thumb back to her neglected clit. The young man began to softly circle the small bud again while he inched into her.

The young woman began to slowly adjust to him with a soft smile. Her hips slowly bucked into his and without warning, he began to slam himself into her. His heavy balls slapped against the fat of her ass, words of incoherent praises and curses spilled from his lips that would bring any porn star to shame.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant.” Katsumi moaned. “Gonna fill up your womb with my cum!”

(Your name) could only gasp and moan under Katsumi, his thrusts slammed the whole bed into the wall. She held onto his back for dear life while his hand held the head board.

“I’m gonna to breed you!” Katsumi cried, tears fell from his eyes. “Gonna make you my wife!”

(Your name) felt a coil start to build up, her moans and gasps grew louder while Katsumi’s hips started to stutter. She knew he was close.

“Katsumi, I think I’m gonna-“

“M-me too. Let’s cum together.” Katsumi muttered before he slammed his lips down on hers in s hungry kiss. His hand tangled in her hair as his thrusts became sloppy.

(Your name)’s body wracked with an orgasm, her body shook and her toes curled from the force. And Katsumi was immediately after, his muscles went taut and his eyes rolled back. Hot, molten cum filled her as her muscles clamped around him.

“I love you.” Katsumi whispered over and over again. The man pressed his lips all over her face. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too.” (Your name) giggled at his touchiness. The dark haired man buried his face into the crook of her neck. “I love you a lot, Katsumi.”

Katsumi smiled up at her as he pulled out of her. He wrapped his arm around her in a tight hug. She’d never love him s fraction of what he felt for her, but that was okay…

Katsumi was never going to let her go. Now that they lost their virginities to each other, they were bound for life. Marriage and children were the next logical step.

“Let’s get married and start a family.” Katsumi whispered into her hair. “I’m all yours… just please don’t ever leave me.”

“I’d never leave you, Katsumi.” Katsumi and (your name) shared a smile.

Katsumi pulled the blanket over the two of them for warmth. Finally… finally this was a longing fulfilled at last…

[iskratempestmadness]

Being his girlfriend is...

Part 2

Jack:

• get up with him. In fact, it seems to me that he does not work because of the eternal training, so he gets up with taba (in fact, he starts training around this time) . Jack would probably make a great housewife... Yes, I know he doesn't look like a housewife, but if you think about it, he probably doesn't always eat in restaurants, so he knows how to cook. Either he does his own laundry or he takes them to the laundry. In general, it seems to me that he is an independent boy, if you are out late, and he has already finished training, then he will cook you something to eat and the house will be clean.

• be under constant supervision. It doesn't mean anything bad, it's just like Hana, he's not very good at expressing love in words, so he does it that way.

• Gifts with a story. As I said, he doesn't work anywhere, so where does he get the money? This is a good question, most likely his mother helps him in this regard. The money she gives him is enough to buy "Medicines" so why shouldn't they be enough for gifts for the girl he loves?

• support. On his part, it is expressed in touching. He knows better than anyone how much support is needed. But there should be one on your side, too. Look at him, he's trying so hard, he's training so hard, it's worth at least telling him every day how amazing he is.

• walking in parks in your free time. It just calms him down so much, like your voice when you tell him what happened during your walk today.

Katsumi:

• sleep as much as you want. If he needs to train, he will get up so as not to wake you up. If he doesn't need to go anywhere, then he will look at you fucking, play with your hair, in general, he will find something to do.

• Cute teasing. Katsumi is one of those guys who gives his girlfriend a new nickname every time, and yet his favorites remain "Princess" and "Sweetheart"

• to do all sorts of wild things with him. Go outside in a dinosaur costume? Of course, honey!Sign up for a pilon together? No problem, doll!

• bask in compliments. He, like Bucky, does not skimp on them. He also does not skimp on gifts. Dresses, jewelry, restarans are all available, but within reason.

• unexpected dates. Not only are they unexpected, but they are also very diverse. And it can be anything from a candlelit dinner to skydiving.

• family. He thinks about it a lot. He thinks about what a new level your relationship will reach when you become his wife and how wonderful your children will be... He'll probably get up the courage soon and make you a sequel.

[ozzgin]

Hi, first i wanted to thank you for doing my first request, it's amazing 😍. Since you did it so fast i wanted to ask for something else.

Could you do something with a Prehistoric reader. She's from the Jurassic like Pickle, she was frozen and brought back to life like him. However she's less agressive and a bit smarter than him. I kinda saw her like a big ( dangerous ) mama Bear, who likes those tiny humans.

I trust you for the rest, you can choose if you want to write about first meeting with fighters (which i find funny in the anime by the way ), how she was during Pickle's fight or what's her interactions with the fighters ...

Thank you for reading this , bye.

I’m so glad you enjoyed it! The speed may vary depending on how easily I can visualize the prompt, since I need a solid movie in my head before putting it into words. Not very efficient but so far it’s been working haha. :’)

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader

Featuring Pickle’s challengers: Kaiou Retsu, Katsumi Orochi, Jack Hanma and Baki Hanma.

Backstory

A million thoughts raced the scientists’ minds upon discovering not just one, but two subjects perfectly maintained within the saline block. Were you partners? Would it be possible or expected that you continue your ancient lineage? While the idea was incredibly tempting from a researcher’s perspective, it was equally dangerous. They considered separating the two of you in order to avoid the risk, but they soon discovered that your help was needed to protect everyone else from the enraged prehistoric man.

The female specimen seemed to have a much more docile and cooperative temperament, with strong maternal instincts. Could it be that she viewed the much smaller modern humans as children? (Y/N) wasn’t that dumb. She could very well tell that these new forms of her own image are matured, but she could also easily asses how fragile they are based on their extreme fear and helplessness against Pickle. They haven’t showed any intent to attack her or Pickle, so she had no reason to be hostile. Pickle was rather frustrated by her frequent scolding, but his expressions seemed to indicate that (Y/N) always had a kind heart towards weaker creatures and it wasn’t his first time having to satisfy her pity. He begrudgingly accepted it.

The Meeting

Truth be told, most of the men had gathered in order to measure up Pickle’s strength. And he was eager to prove it after his quick encounter with Yuujirou’s mysterious techniques. It was only when you stood up and let out a warning growl that they realized the faint beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. Pickle had immediately cleared the way and even the Ogre himself grounded his stance, ready for anything. What a majestic creature, they all thought. Feminine beauty carefully chiseled into a powerful physique, adorned with muscles that would put any bodybuilder today to shame. The same arms that lovingly cradle infants with motherly devotion could easily crush bones and twist frail bodies.

The smell of fear lingered for aggravatingly long moments. You gently placed your large hand on Yuujirou’s shoulder and used the other one to point behind him. Only then did they notice the bright helicopter lights and pleading voices asking them to evacuate. You were looking out for them.

Kaiou Retsu

He’d love to challenge you. Truly. But not only are you a woman, you’ve also never shown Pickle’s excitement for battle. He respects your decision and would never impose his wishes on you.

After his fight with Pickle, he wakes up intact and notices you standing over his wounded body. A miserable smile spreads over his face as the realization hits him: you just don’t want to harm them. That’s why you never fight.

He’s not sure what hurts most. The damage Pickle has done, or his ego after realizing that all you have for them is pity. He’s going to need to find other ways to impress you.

Retsu later catches you trying to reproduce some of his moves and wonders if he’d be allowed to teach you martial arts. Or would that make you too dangerous?

Katsumi Orochi

Unlike Retsu, the damage he’s done to his arm couldn’t be prevented. You allow Pickle to remove the limb given the extensive injury.

Like a father that just played too hard with his children, Pickle follows you around apologetically, as if explaining he had no fault in this.

Katsumi is a little shocked to find you in his hospital room. Embarrassed to be seen in such a vulnerable state by someone like you, he waves his arm frantically and rattles the sheets, mumbling explanations and reassurances. You just stare in confusion. He forgot you can’t understand language.

You wonder if he can survive with one missing limb, as back in your day this handicap could’ve proven fatal in the long run. Should you provide the food for him? The hospital staff entrusts you to deliver Katsumi his meals after they noticed you hunting in the guest garden.

You insist on helping with grooming duties like hair brushing, though Katsumi had to thoroughly gesticulate he’s not as open to being naked in front of you. Please don’t assist him when he’s changing his clothes. Let him have the last remaining bit of manliness.

Jack Hanma

How stubborn! Jack is the first one to feel your mama bear anger. After the fight with Pickle he kept coming back for more, despite being barely conscious. Pickle was becoming increasingly afraid of upsetting you and would throw you worried looks, unsure how to proceed. Eventually you put Jack in a headlock and dragged him back to the hospital yourself.

The next time Jack wakes up, he notices you standing in the door frame, arms folded and flexed in a threatening manner. He can’t help but chuckle at the view. To think that a woman would have such an iron grip on him. Well, you’re no ordinary woman.

As before, you’re unsure of his recovering abilities. You attempt to feed him yourself several times and Jack has to politely suggest that he’s not as frail as you might think. Though somewhere deep down he might secretly enjoy being spoiled like this. He’d never, ever admit it.

Baki Hanma

Baki took you through a rollercoaster of emotions; from being worried that such a tiny, young boy insists on challenging the prehistoric man to squealing in shock at his unexpected strength. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be able to defeat him if you were standing there instead of Pickle.

Unlike the others, Baki has no issue relying on you. In fact, he’s almost shameless about it. Absolutely he is too injured to walk! You can go ahead and carry him. He’ll quickly wrap his arms around your neck and cling to you, grinning.

I think he’d really love the idea that someone as strong as you is also kind and likable. He doesn’t have to worry about proving himself or that you’d look down on him. He’s really craving this newly fond protectiveness of a mother.

He likes teasing Pickle by holding onto you whenever he sees you. The Jurassic man has been on the edge ever since you’ve started becoming attached to these tiny humans. He almost can’t get a moment alone with you. Which makes him extra irritable. You sigh at the two menaces that find new ways to mess with you.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Dazai Osamu is in your bed, and he demands love, protection and cuddles

Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader

Description: You really should have think twice, before giving kids "Clifford, The Big Red Dog" book and ask Dazai to look after them.

|Next part | >

Follow up

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Fluffy.

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You can't tell, for sure, how long you have been in a shower. But, you have a feeling, that it wasn't that long. Still, somehow, Dazai not only managed to get into your room. He also managed to stole your blankets, and hide them somewhere in a house.

"How?" was the only thing that you managed to say. You know, that you were supposed to feel angry, or, at least, irritated, but, you have your curiosity, and you want to satisfy it.

Dazai, dressed in his pajamas, and who was now laying on your bed, looked into your eyes. At least, tried. Because you, in return, try not to look at him.

"I have my ways, Iris Flower. So, listen to my demands, if you want to see your blankets again!" Dazai patted the mattress near him. "I demand cuddles, love and protection! If I didn't get them, you will never see your blankets again!"

You probably could go to someone else's room and ask to spend a night with them. Then, in the morning, go with Fitzgerald and buy new blankets, then ask Oda to help you install a locker on your wardrobe, where you kept blankets. For a few hours your blankets will be secure. Then Dazai will pick up the lock and everything will start again.

Dazai reached his arms towards you. His smug grin was replaced with a pout.

"Please, My Kind Iris Flower, I was searching for a sanctuary! Please, let me stay! And give me love and cuddles! Come on~ Look at me~!"

You rubbed your temples. You need to stay focused.

"Why do you even need to a sanctuary?" asked you, looking at your chair. It was a good chair. Interesting chair. You will look at the chair. And not at Dazai.

"Well…"

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Earlier, today

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"Uncle Dazai, can you read us this book?" Sakura was holding one of the books you recommend Oda to get for his kids. Yuu, Katsumi, Kousuke, Shinji and Aya were standing behind Sakura, making their best puppy dog eyes. Dazai rolled his eyes, but took the book from Sakura. You asked him to babysit kids, and he will do his job perfectly. For you.

"Clifford, The Big Red Dog." Dazai read the title.

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It was the bad. This idea was on his mind ever since he started reading that book. Bad idea. And a golden opportunity.

Dazai smiles, looking at kids.

"Kids, you know, that Clifford became big, because Emily Elizabeth loved him so much? Do you want to help a red chihuahua pup became as big as Clifford?"

Kids eagerly nodded, waiting for Dazai's instructions.

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"You asked kids to pamper Chuuya?!" You turned your head towards Dazai, staring at him. Big mistake.

Dazai came to you prepared. He did his best to look adorable and cuddly. He brushed his hair, and it looked extremely fluffy. His pajamas have a cute cat paw print and looked cozy and warm. He was constantly doing a puppy dog eyes, pouting a little. You could swear, that Dazai apply something, to make his eyelashes look extra thick tonight. And on his cheeks. Otherwise, you can't explain, why he has blush on his cheeks. Dazai rolled on his back, opening his arms for a hug. He stuck a tip of his tongue.

He literally made a "blep face". Is it your payment for comparing Dazai to a cat?

"I knew, that Chihuahua Nakahara won't yell at kids~ And the opportunity was rare and golden! Yet, I didn't expect kids to get busted and told Chihuahua about me!"

Dazai smiles, closing his eyes. You probably should look away and broke the "Dazai's cuteness" spell. But you can't! His hair looked too fluffy! His chest looks too comfortable to lay on! He looked squishable!

Now, you will say no to him, you will get him out of your room and make him to deal with the mess he has created!

"Comfy, [Y/N]?" asked Dazai, stopping showering you with kisses. He was laying on top of you. His body pressed tightly against yours. You were trapped. You can try to wiggle out of Dazai's grasp, but he has you pinned firmly enough down that only a burst of effort could free you. And you don't want to hurt him. Or stop cuddling.

"Mhm" mumbled you, running your fingers through his brown hair. With your second arm around his waist, you move your hand down from time to time to dance across his side.

Dazai's grin became bigger, and he returned to showering your cheeks with kisses.

"Good. I can't let my benevolent savior be unsatisfied with cuddles."

Suddenly, Dazai rolled down from you, laying on the opposite side of your bed. He, asked, looking deep into your eyes.

"Now, it's your turn. Remember, I still hold your blankets hostage!"

He lay his head down, looking at you. His eyelids were half-closed.

"Be grateful, that you are cute." You huffed, getting on top of Dazai. Now you were pinning him firmly against the mattress. Dazai's quiet laughter was your answer.

You nuzzle against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Dazai's laugh end in a cough. You knew without looking, that now he was blushing again. You lift your body a little, so you can put both of your hands on his tummy, while having access to his neck and face.

Your hands roam around his chest and stomach, while you planted kisses on Dazai's cheeks, temples, nose, forehead and chin. Dazai left out a soft moan, before putting his hands around you, pressing you against him. Dazai turned on his, still holding you.

You two were laying face to face. Dazai's hold on you was firm. You can feel the warmth coming from him.

Dazai pull his face into your hair.

"Heaven..." whispered him. "True bliss..."

He yawned, pressing you even closer to himself.

"Thank you, [Y/N]."

You also yawned, nuzzling against his neck.

"You are welcome. Good night, Osamu."

In the dark of the night, quiet words were your answer.

"Good night. I love you."

[ch3rryjampi3]

"Oh my good looking boy."

Trans! Katsuki x Fem! reader

This was inspired by a song called: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

Ever since Katsumi was a little kid, He always knew he never wanted being a girl. He hated it, he hates wearing stupid dresses, he really hates playing with stupid ugly dolls and barbies. He hates it. He hates being a girl.

He hated his whole appearance that he overcomes it by bullying others. Especially Deku. "Look at how so fucking pathetic you are shitty quirkless Deku!!" He laughed as he poured everything out his bag, dropping it in front of him. "Poor Midoriya..."

It has been a routine of his. Reflecting his struggles to others. Maybe he acts all tough and all but deep inside, he's scared or maybe pathetic. Hah!! Pathetic?! He's not pathetic!! He literally has you!! His girlfriend that loves him so much and someone he's trying to hide cuz your both....girls.

"Hey Kats!! Ya ready to go?" You asked your girlfriend as she met up with you in the hallway. "Yeah. Let's go." You both then starts to head to the gates. You invited him to a sleepover since its weekend tomorrow, also to spend time together.

You both had stopped by at his house so he could pack his belongings for the weekends,he shouldn't have since he can just borrow some of your stuffs but he's stubborn so you just let him. "Katsumi!! Your staying at Y/L/N's house again?? Ugh just be home before Sunday night okay?? My little Prince-"

"I will I will!! Shut up!!" He yelled as he slammed the door shut. The ash blonde sighed deeply as he walked besides Y/N, an arm around her shoulder. "Does your Mom and Dad okay with me always staying at your house in the weekends?"

"Yup!! They couldn't care less plus, they're mostly not at home during weekends since they're busy." He nodded. "So basically, I'm your roommate during weekends?" He asked, raising a brow. "Maybee but you love staying with me!!" You exclaimed as he softly smiled.

"Just let me do your makeup!!" "Hell no!! Get that thing away from me!!" You've been wanting to give him a makeover but he kept on resisting. You knew he disliked makeup but you wanted to give him a makeover, to make him look more handsome than he already is.

"I'll treat you tomorrow on that ramen restaurant you like!! Please?!!" You pleaded, desperately wanting to give him a makeover. "I- ugh!! Fucking Fine!!" He said giving up. He don't wanna miss the opportunity of getting free food, even tho he knows he can afford it on his own.

"Yayy!! Okay so just stay still..." Few minutes had past and your done with his makeup, you fixed his hair abit to look abit shorter and you looked at your final work with awe. "Now look Katsu..."

"Holy shit...I look so handsome." He said, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looks like his father but with his mothers hair color and eyes. He was in awe. "You always are." You said, smiling on how happy your boyfriend is.

"One day, maybe you can tell everyone on who you really are." You said, hugging him from behind as you kissed his cheek. "My Good looking boy."

A/n: I'm sorry if its bad!! I really tried my best 😓😓 I apologize also if it's not really Trans!! But I hope you guys like it!! Reblogs are appreciated 😚💕

[mothwingwritings]

Why The Baki Men Love You, Feat. Baki, Katsumi, Hanayama, Biscuit, Yujiro, Jack, Doppo, Retsu, And Musashi <3

Here’s just a silly little thing I wrote in between working on bigger stuff. I was feeling sappy and wanted to write something with a bit of a lovey-dovey flair. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ The Baki men love you for loads of reasons, but I wanted to pin point some of their more personalized reasons for loving you. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ I hope you enjoy!

(Also I have so many responses and questions that I need to answer, I apologize that it takes me 5-7 business days or longer to reply to basically anything. (´∀｀；) Thank you all for being kind and lovely and patient and talking to me, I will be getting to those soon! (シ_ _)シ)

WARNINGS: None really, it’s all pretty fluffy. The editing is probs ass though because I did sorta whip through this, so there is that. (ノωヽ)

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ﾟ。 Baki-Love

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That’s all he’s truly looking for in a partner, really. Someone who unequivocally loves him without him having to prove himself in some way was the dream, and through you he was able to achieve that dream. Back when you first met you had welcomed him into your life so readily, arms open and heart bared- there were no caveats or stipulations to your love. His upbringing lacked tenderness, a sense of family something that was sorely missing from his life as a small child. He yearned for the feeling of a warm home, a caring family, and he has found that in you. For this he treasures you, and loves you more than he could ever say. He’s completely devoted to you, his love and adorable boundless, and he plans on spending the rest of his life reciprocating the affection you have so selflessly provided him.  <3

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ﾟ。 Katsumi-Support

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It hasn’t been an easy road for the inheritor of the Orochi legacy. His young life has been full of as many defeats as it has victories, possibly even more so. He’s no strange to intense moments of frustration, so overpowering he loses control of himself. But when he hears your voice cheering him on, or when he I sat his limit and feels your steady hand on his back, he’s filled with such confidence he feels like he could take on the whole damn world and win. Simply seeing your face in the crowd, eyes bright and smile full of hope, fills him with a sense of certitude that he can’t achieve anywhere else. You are his lucky charm, his courage, his entire heart. He could spend his whole life thanking you and telling him how much you mean to him and still not be able to convey how much he adores you. <3

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ﾟ。 Hanayama-Understanding

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Kaoru is a busy man with a lot of responsibilities. It’s hard for him to find time for a relationship, let alone find someone who is willing to put up with all the red tape that comes with being his lover. But to you, it was never a huge issue. You had the patience of a saint, never once pouting or putting up a fuss when he couldn’t end up keeping promises to you. He knew it upset you, knew that you often felt lonely when he had to leave you behind. But you always smiled so brightly the next time you saw him, never cursing him or giving him the cold shoulder, just thrilled that he returned safely to your side. Any grievances you may have felt were completely overcome by your happiness to see him again, and witnessing that joy light up your face never failed to warm his heart. Many people respected him, pledging their lives to him, awarding him their earnest devotion. But your love was different, much sweeter and tinged with a kindness he had never previously experienced. His love for you was boundless, and even with all your empathy, he would make any negligence up to you tenfold the moment he returns-always. <3

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ﾟ。 Biscuit-Affection  

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Biscuit’s romantic obsession began when he got to know you, but truly blossomed once you began to reciprocate his feelings. He remembers very vividly the moment you became officially his-holding you in his arms as he sang your praises, practically begging you to become his partner, he expected you to be overwhelmed, maybe even somewhat annoyed. But when he nervously peeked over at you and saw that you were looking up at him with those big, love-struck, doe eyes, his heart nearly exploded. He lives for your praise, yearns for your touch, melts in your presence, and when he sees his presence has a similar effect on you it makes his heart beat so rapidly it may just rip out of his chest. To love someone so incredible, and be loved back in turn, is all he has ever dreamed of.  This man is absolutely head over heels for you, and his affections will only grow the longer you remain his. <3

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ﾟ。 Yujiro-Entertainment

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Maybe it’s not the standard definition of love, but there is definitely something about you that caught the ogre’s eye and kept him intrigued. The way you move, talk, think, act- all of it is so interesting to him. Your reactions and thought processes so far removed from how he would respond to a situation that he can’t help but be intrigued. What would you say if he told you this? How would you respond if this occurred? Silly thoughts like this plague his mind, eating away at him so much he’s halfway tempted to hunt you down so he can answer his own questions and move on. But even if he finds his infatuation asinine, his focus always seems to be drawn back to you. It’s ridiculous, and he can’t quite sort out why he cares so much, but your magnetic charm definitely has an effect on him. It pisses him off and amuses him in equal measure. Where you fit in his life is an enigma, but it’s one he’s happy to grapple with. The paradox of your company has held his interest much longer than he ever imagined it would, and he intends to ride that out as long as he’s able.  That certain je ne sais quo you have about you is what keeps him coming back for more. <3

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ﾟ。 Jack-Strength

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Not necessarily physical strength (though he loves that too), but what really got him was your emotional fortitude. He’s seen you get through situations that would make lesser people roll over and quit, watched you handle problems that would make even the toughest of people second guess themselves and break down. But you always pull through, no matter what situation you are faced with. You may cry, you may scream, you may kick and thrash and question the trial you are going through… But you always make it through and come out the victor. He draws strength from you, admiring you greatly for all you have struggled to achieve. You are an inspiration to him, and he loves you more than he thought he could ever possibly love another. He just wants you to know you never have to struggle alone again, your burdens are his, and he’s happy to shoulder them with you. <3

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ﾟ。 Doppo-Morals

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It’s not that you were squeaky clean (and he wouldn’t necessarily want you that way, either), but there is a conviction about you that he can’t help but be attracted to. You stand up for what you believe in and don’t mince your words. Even if you are facing your opposition with a shaky voice, tears in your eyes, legs wobbling so bad you can barely stand… You still make you stand. It’s inspiring to him, and has made him so fond of you that he has vowed to never leave you fighting on your own. Maybe you don’t see yourself as particularly brave or outstanding, but Doppo begs to differ. You are an incredibly strong willed person who will put up a fight for their beliefs, and you have his full love and support each step of the way. <3

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ﾟ。 Retsu-Sincerity

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Retsu himself is a very earnest person, and like attracts like. From the moment he met you, he was taken with how authentic you were. You didn’t have a disingenuous bone in your body, responding to people and situations in such a heartfelt and unfeigned way he couldn’t help but fall hard and fast. Everything you did was so profound. Your actions, words, and emotions, were all so beautiful to him. You spilled your heart to the world, never fearing any backlash or mockery. He deeply admires how you wear your heart on your sleeve, facing the challenges of each day with a clear head and a caring heart. He knew you could hold your own, but he always wants to be near you so that he may protect and support you through anything life may throw your way. Your natural candor never ceases to stir him, motivating and influencing to be a better man. <3

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ﾟ。 Musashi-Respect

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When Musashi was revived, he was born into a whole new world. It was unrecognizable, foreign and distant, and he often felt as if he were just a phantom passing through. Just as in his previous life, people are star struck when they see him, vying to meet and speak with him, eager to challenge him. But it’s all a farce, a mockery of the past when warriors presented themselves to him for an honest battle, not some spectacle born out of misunderstanding and underestimation of him. It made him sick, to see how soft and ignorant mankind had become in the hundreds of years since his passing. He felt damn near ready to give up on this new humanity entirely, the notion that he may find someone he desired long term companionship in this new age laughable. That is, until he met you. From your initial meeting onward, you held him in a high regard, genuine in your esteem and admiration of him. He was quite struck by you too, as you were always polite and courteous, always indescribably beautiful. You carried yourself with a quiet dignity, having a distinct personality he found quite endearing. He was quickly ensnared by you, a warmth permeating him at finding a kindred spirit whom he felt safe sharing his heart with. The world is only destined to keep changing, but his love for you will remain everlasting. <3

[keruimi]

Doubting Her Beauty

Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou x reader

Warning: Angst and Comfort

Note: I made this in a rush before I forget this idea so forgive me if he went out of character. I'll try to fix it tomorrow. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Shirabu, your name has gotten famous around the campus again" I heard Reon spoke as I took a drink from my bottle after a brutal training of 8am to 6pm for the upcoming Interhigh.

"Well, Y/n mentioned his name for the third time today, didn't she?" Semi followed suit as I just sighed after hearing her name.

Katsumi Y/n, a long-time admirer of mine ever since we became classmates in our first year of junior high school.

She is a very beautiful woman, no denying that. She was always the school's contender for fashion contests and she mostly won the crown.

A woman who should have a higher standard in men, started to like me for a reason I never knew.

She just like me, that's all.

I can't even count how many times she has confessed to me with the help of her friends.

The confession that became the root of most of the school boy's hatred to me.

One of the reasons why I always hear rumors or dislikes of me.

"Semi deserves the setter position more"

"He has looks but comparing it to the school's countless heartthrob, don't you think he's too average"

"The world is too nice to him"

Those were the words I always hear but none of it really affected me unless I heard it from the person who they thought I hurted.

Semi did show how he is not happy with me taking his position, but he never bad-mouthed me like they did.

And I knew myself better than those students. So I never really cared how many bashers or haters came in my way.

In other words too, I could careless about Y/n's love for me.

Since she already knew how I felt. Love is not my thing and it's her choice if she will continue to pursue me or quit.

And she chose to try swooning my heart. It's laughable on how obvious their envy is, they think I'm turning to be a prideful person because she chose me over many men who like her.

But the truth is, the problem is never me in the first place. It was their jealousy.

One of the obvious reasons why Y/n chose to love me.

I would never stoop that low just to ruin somebody.

Her feeling was the reason why I never degraded myself for anything.

But those reasons never made me love her, but just an appreciation because she showed me too that someone can look at me the same way she did.

Someone can love a person like me.

"Shirabu"

I heard Taichi calling for me and that made me look up to him and saw him glancing at the gym doors, reminding me of the usual routine ever since she entered my life.

I nod before making my way there and saw her carrying a basket of snacks.

She was humming when I arrived before she greeted me the moment our gaze met.

She lent me the small basket along with papers I decided to read.

"I wrote down the lessons that you have missed. I just hope it's not that messy" she said followed by a chuckle as she clasped both of her hands together.

"You don't need to" I muttered before taking the things she brought for me.

"Let me, this is the only thing I thought I could help you with"

A beauty queen with a heart that is hard to read.

Including myself with one of the popular kids is quite a dangerous game to play.

I would never know whether I'm their next target or victim.

Those thoughts were created because I don't trust her.

Not even one bit. No matter how nice she is. No matter how much she shows how special I am.

Because everything feels like it's not reality when I'm talking to her.

She was too good to be true.

I was wary of her, one of the reasons why I can't return her feelings for me no matter how many men wanted me to.

I just don't know her well...

"Thank you again Y/n. I need to head back now, Break ends in a minute" I didn't prolong our conversation more and immediately closed the gym doors when I saw her nod in understanding.

"Eat well, Shirabu!"

Those were the last things I heard from her before I returned back to the bench, along with placing the small basket in the seat.

"I can't see why you can't return those feelings" Tendou exclaimed while muching on the muffins she bought for me as I sighed.

This is a question that I always need to hear everyday, worse, every hour or even minutes.

"I just can't"

"Then are you planning to reject her?"

"Already did"

"Then she is indeed persistent. Do you see yourself loving her even one bit?"

Questions after another, its never ending once begins.

Especially if Tendou is the one asking. No matter how much he enjoys seeing others in pain, that sadistic side of his only applies in the court.

Because the truth was he is the type of person who wants love and recognition from others, so maybe seeing Y/n never giving up on me seems to move his heart a little.

"Do you start to like her, even just one bit?" He repeated his question again in a different word that made me look at him.

"No"

"No?" I don't know if he's playing with me with his shock reaction or plain pure reaction from my answer which he should have expected in the first place.

"What?" I ask him so he can elaborate his reaction better, so I can at least understand what's so shocking about my answer.

"No? Not 'never'? Means there's a chance you would grow feelings for her right?"

I was taken back from his statement that made me bombarded my mind with different thoughts.

"I can't predict the future, right?" Those words left my mouth without further thinking as I heard him laugh.

Since who really know what fate lined up for me after all?

Her constant visit never stops unless she has an upcoming pageant.

Her loss of presence never bothered me much but my teammates constant loud gossiping, especially Tendou who leads those childish actions, did.

But somehow I'm thankful that he's constant nagging never fails me to remind me of her presence.

That's the only way left to show my appreciation to her for being supportive of me.

I cared, but it was never love on my part. Until that constant denying made me look at her like a sister.

Which I know is so wrong in her part when she saw me as a partner.

I sighed in annoyance after the awarding for qualifying for the interhigh tournament. My sigh caught the attention of my teammates.

"Oh someone is sad that their number one fan didn't show up?" Tendou started as I shook my head in denial.

"That's not it"

For real.

The reason why I'm so annoyed was because I'm confused of one thing.

I'm confused because I can't understand my feelings for her.

Others might think that I shouldn't think much about it since I don't love her and I already rejected her.

But damn, I really cared about other people's feelings too. Because I knew how hard it is when all their efforts go in vain.

I don't want to be the reason of someone else's tears.

It was already heavy when Semi decided to hid his from the eyes of others.

The more I think of her, the more I feel like I'm going crazy from thinking how to make it less painful.

I can't tolerate another heartbreak because I entered the picture.

But who would understand when I, myself is having a hard time.

I don't love her...

Until that night happened, a week after getting the ticket to the Nationals.

The late night that I saw her leaning on the gym walls, waiting for me.

Looking so lost like she didn't even hear me.

"Y/n? Why are you still here this late?" I didn't wait for her own greetings and just directly got to the point since the atmosphere is already cold now that the moon is shining brightly above us.

Especially when she has a home to return at, since she doesn't live in the school's dormitory like me.

"You're finally here" I barely got to hear her when she let it out in a murmur.

"Would you mind accompanying me to dinner?" She finally decided to ask me that made me glance at my wrist to look at my watch and saw it was already near 10 at night.

Dinner, at this hour?

Those were the words I wanted to ask her but decided not to and just let her lead the way to a restaurant where she wants to eat.

Walking behind her, I saw how her body, who was already thin, seems to be thinner.

I glance at the back of her head, contemplating whether to ask her or just let it be.

Since it feels like she just wants someone to accompany her right now.

We arrive at a restaurant and that's the only time she looks back at me to ask if we can be in one of the private rooms where there are tatami floors.

And again, I didn't question further.

The entire room is silent as I didn't bother speaking up first. A few minutes later, the food finally arrived and I saw how the table seemed to be almost full.

I thanked the waiter before we prayed for the food.

"Don't mind my appetite right now" she started with a small smile before I nod and just gave her some chopsticks.

I just watched her eat as I didn't bother taking food for myself since I already ate a while ago.

"Congratulations for still being the Top 2 from the pageant" I started and saw how her lips lifted in a small smile.

"Right..." She breathlessly whispered as she let down the food she was about to eat.

"That was already good enough"

"Right?"

Her question surprised me as I saw how tears build up on her eyes.

"Of course it is" that's the time I decided to put my entire attention on her.

I didn't know my voice could be softer than before. Especially when talking to a lady.

"Then why..." She trailed off as she prevented herself from letting her tears escape from her eyes.

"Why does it seem like it's not?" That's the first time she properly looks me in the eye like she is asking me.

"Why did she hate me for it? Why did it seem like I didn't even try in the first place?"

I didn't find the right words to tell her as I let her rant her feelings out.

This is the first time I would get to see who she truly was.

"Why does it feel like the whole world hates me for losing?" She sobbed out as tears finally left her eyes.

"Blessed with beauty but never fated to be with genuine people"

"Why is the world so cruel to me?"

I felt my hand move on its record as my fingers gently wiped the tears that started to stain her cheeks.

"How can you say that?" I gently asked her, my composure finally broke when the girl who boldly declared her love for me...

Is breaking in front of me.

"My mother scolded me for not winning the pageant. She told me I should have already gotten used to it because of my consecutive wins. But I messed up at this one" she exclaimed as I retrieve my hand so she can wipe her own tears.

"She told me that I focused too much on seducing you that I forgot my role in our world. Yet it's hard to say that I only do those things for you because you are letting me to" she lowered her head as her sobs never stop.

"The only person who let me express my own feelings without judging me. That person I could run to even if there's nothing between the two of us."

I silently listened to her words and can't even admit that I doubted her actions for me.

Am I wrong for it?

"You have friends. You can run to them, seek the comfort and assurance you need" My words seem to hit something on her as she just started laughing with the hint of bitterness present on it.

"Friends? You meant those people who laughed behind my back because I failed?" She focused her gaze on me and I saw the pain on it that made my chest tighten.

"The same friends who spread rumors behind my back then act like they are defending me?" She laughed before wiping her tears.

"The same people who stood beside me just to see me fail" she cried as her smile finally disappeared from her lips as I just looked at her figure.

I stood up before I decided to sit beside her so I could offer my shoulder to her which she gladly leaned on as she gazed at the moon through the window of the room.

"It is so tiring pretending to be happy" she whispered as I looked at her.

"How can I know that if someone is genuine towards me? Someone who would be happy just being with who I truly am?"

She ask while looking far away. Completely clueless on who are the true friends.

And I can't suppressed the ache in my chest seeing how she look so lost in this world.

Why didn't the world treat her right?

"When those people start to appreciate who you are, the 'you' who is already enough. Take care of you, assure you, support you, and accept you" I continued as I felt her lean more in my shoulder that made me put my hand on the side of her head so she won't fall.

"Do I deserve that?"

Her question almost broke the soft part in me that made me clench my eyes shut before letting out a sigh.

"No person should be deprived of that"

Silence surrounds both of our presence as I felt her touch my hand.

"Did you find those right ones? Where you feel like you belong?"

"I did" I told her as I remembered the volleyball team. Even though we are not close like the other teams, the team still makes me contented.

"What does Shirabu think of me" she finally asked me the question I can't answer.

Especially when I am one of the people who doubted her, judge her. The only difference between me and those people was I never treated her wrong.

But does that make me the right person to be with her right now?

"I won't blame you if you doubted my feelings" she spoke up before she decided to finally face the table, as she properly wiped her tears.

"In this world, finding a genuine person is really difficult" she lifted a small smile before turning her to look at me.

"But I really like you. At this moment, I feel like I admire you more" she took a hold of her chopstick and began playing with the food that was on her plate.

"Why?" I asked her and her smile grew more than I really saw how genuine her happiness is right now.

"Because you accompany me. Agree with my invitation without further thinking because you know I needed someone with me." Her tone was full of contentment as she looked down.

"I am glad that you are the man I fell in love with"

My heart warmed at her words and unknowingly, a small smile lifted from my lips.

Right now, being with her doesn't feel wrong at all.

Somehow, I felt glad that I was the first person she ran to. Even though there is no connection between the two of us, other than her feelings.

Right now I feel like it's okay to finally stop denying. Stop making excuses that became a hindrance to my feelings for her.

I see her more than an admirer. I see her as a woman who chose to love me, even without seeing the good side of me.

Even if I'm not giving any effort yet, she chose to cherish me.

I didn't notice the way I looked at her with a small smile on my lips as I watched her eat to her heart's desire.

I guess it's my turn to treat her right.

Because she chose to love me.

And I'm confident...

That I can treat her better than anyone else.

[nina-renmen]

Yandere Katsumi x Black reader

Reader is female, mentions of reader having in braids. This is probably going to have a part two

Katsumi marveled at the woman standing next to Retsu, her head was held up high and the aura around her was strong. She was definitely a fighter, just like himself.

“ Katsumi, This is my sister Y/n.” Retsu introduced. Y/n smiled at him, slightly bowing in respect. “ It’s very nice to meet your acquaintance. Y/n started, picking her head back up. “ I’ve heard quite a bit about you, I’m Retsu’s adopted sister.”

Katsumi snapped out of his trance, realizing he was staring a little too intensely. But he couldn’t help it, she was just so beautiful. She looked Exotic, she must’ve been a foreigner. “ I-It’s very n-nice to meet you.” Katsumi stumbled over his words, his face flushing in embarrassment. “ I hope it was good things you’ve heard.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. His heart hammered in his chest, the subtle beats soon became irregular as y/n looked up at him. Her doe eyes hiding what she was truly capable of. But Katsumi didn’t see that, for he only seen what she had shown him.

For the next couple of months Katsumi would always be near. If you were at the Dojo he’d constantly talk to you, following you around like a lost puppy. His eyes would light up when you would engage with him, humoring the man. Sometimes you’d bump into him at the grocery store. You even started having flowers show up at your door step.

But y/n crossed the line when some of her things would go missing. Sometimes her undergarments would go missing leaving the girl to go out and buy new underwear’s and bras. Other times it was shirts and even her favorite perfume. She was really annoyed after she finished braiding her hair but her bonnet was nowhere to be found, as if it had just vanished. She looked too to bottom. Under her bed, in her dresser, in the closet, everywhere. But y/n only huffed, grabbing her keys and leaving her apartment to go buy a new one.

Coming home, y/n put her keys on the counter after she took her shoes off at the door. Coming into her room y/n noticed her sheets wrinkled and her pillows untidy.

Immediately she stood frozen in the room, stopping her breathing to listen for anyone. Every morning before she goes to work she makes sure to make her bed and fluff up her pillows. This morning was no different.

‘They’re still here.’ Y/n thought to herself bending down and quickly looking under the bed but she saw no one. Y/n was Fumeing, practically tearing apart her apartment to find someone, anyone within her apartment.

Just then, She yanked open the closet, seeing an unfamiliar cloth hidden deep inside her closet she grabbed it. Angerly she yanked it out only to pull out something pick heavier than just a cloth. It was,

“ Katsumi? What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!”

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

He is aged up, this is taking place in college

CW: Degradation, public place, swearing

MDNI

(Also feel free to leave a request in the comments or message me! I’m a multi fandom person! I’ll let you know if I know/don’t know what you’re looking for💕)

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Tutoring Session

Okay so you weren’t a ‘hero’ or in a hero’s course but that didn’t mean you didn’t want a good education, you and your family worked so hard to get you here and to be perfectly honest you didn’t expect it to be this difficult to get through. You knew you were smart but everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, this class was a weakness.

You bunkered down and got to class early, took detailed note and tried to do extra credit but you were just not getting the grade to where you wanted, no NEEDED it to be. You didn’t want to graduate with a fat “D-“ in there. You wanted at least a “B” to even feel like it was worth getting into this school.

Your brain was fried and due to you not being the most social person, making friends wasn’t really high on the to do list so you had nobody to help you from your class. So you went to the Professor and asked what you should do.

She looked at you with concern and sighed a bit, “Y/N I see your effort, and I really love your dedication! But you can only do so much on your own if you’re this stuck, I would recommend a tutor, there’s plenty in this school, I can assign you one personally.”

Your pride took a metaphorical stabbing but you figured if that was the best option, you might as well go for it, it helped that she said she would hand pick the tutor herself so that gained a bit more confidence from you.

A day or so passed and you get a direct message from your professor with the schedule for your new tutoring lessons and honestly you were kinda excited but mainly nervous as hell. You thanked her once again and prepared yourself for the upcoming lessons.

You didn’t dress super nice or anything, some sweats and a sweater over a tank top and throwing your hair into something out of the way. Who were you trying to impress, also this is college, everyone wears stuff like this, right?

You walk into the empty little room, early as usual you thought to yourself, stroking your own pride until a voice spooked you back to reality. “Good at least you’re not late.” A lower gravelly tone filled the room. Did he speak louder than intended? You jump slightly and dart your gaze towards the voice, seeing a spiky blonde haired man with piercing red eyes. He was wearing something nice, a dress shirt and blazer combo, he looked professional. Now you’re regretting your own outfit choice. You notice him doing a quick scan up and down and looking…unimpressed.

“Hi! My name is Y/-“

“Don’t care. Sit down we have work to do.” He says sharply, you sigh and do so. Your professor chose THIS asshat? Are you being punished?

The lesson begun and he was anything but pleasant, he was crude he was rude and he insulted you, to your face! Saying things like;

“How dumb do you have to be to not understand this?”

“How did you even get into this place?”

“Dumbass”

And other things of the liking. Once the session was over he stood up and began to walk out. “Oh, I’m supposed to tell you, the names Katsumi Bakugo. See ya.”

With that he made his exit before you could reply, he really didn’t give a rats ass about your name. You questioned if you really want this grade, you do.. fuck.

This went on a couple more times, humiliating sessions and still not knowing your name, being referred to as “girl” or more commonly “stupid” and “dumbass”. You finally muster the courage to go back to your professor to ask some questions, she smiles and greets you.

“Y/N! How’s the tutoring?” She asked and you huff in frustration, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion.

“How’s it going? HOWS IT GOING?!” Your emotions were getting the better of you. “He’s an asshole! He does nothing but degrade me and call me names, he doesn’t even know mine!” You huff once again, thank God the room was empty at this point. The professor sighs and puts her hand to her face “I know Bakugo can be… difficult..”

“Oh Difficult is putting it nicely ma’am..” you almost spat out

“But he is one of the best tutors we have. He’s a straight A student with an amazing academic history. He’s the best for what you’re going for. He just needs to know you’re not some pushover and this matters to you.” You weren’t sure how to take that, yes you didn’t LIKE confrontation but you could do it sometimes.

You sigh and apologize for your outburst, saying you’ll try a little longer before thinking of switching. So, you did, you decided enough was enough and if he was going to be disrespectful to you, you can match his energy until there was a compromise, or something like that.

Next session you were actually there before him, studying independently before he arrived. You hear the door open and don’t look up from your page. He comes over and sits across from you. “You’re actually early this time,” he stated as he sat the books down, you don’t reply.

“Do you even remember anything from last time, or are you still dense?” You still don’t respond. He lets out an annoyed scoff “Hey! I’m talking to you, stupid!” You finally look up as if you just heard him come in, still not saying anything. “What? The silent treatment? What is that supposed to do? You think I care or something?” Silence. “Fuckin hell what is your problem?!” His irritation growing the longer you just stare at him. As he was about to say something else you cut him off.

“What’s my name?” The first words you finally speak to this man, he looked confused, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re asking.

He scoffs, assuming you think you got the upper hand. “Y/N L/N.” He says confidently. You were actually a little surprised he knew but your face didn’t falter.

“Use it then.” You demanded calmly and his eyebrow raised. “What’s got you on a power trip today huh?” He leaned onto the table with a side smirk, he does love a fighter. “How am I supposed to give you respect when you don’t even address me properly, it’s unprofessional.”

He laughs once loudly “OH so sorry didn’t know I was in the presence of a professional, I thought I was tutoring some dumbass who can’t study for themselves.” You grit your teeth and stand up, looking down at him. “Listen here, I’m only here because this is important to me, I can study just fine on my fucking own thank you but I just need a little assistance. So if you actually sit down and teach me the damn material I’ll be out of your spikey blonde hair in no time. So stop fucking me over and help like you’re supposed to.” Where THAT came from you have no idea, maybe you were on a power trip.

Bakugo stood up, now looking down at you and got into your face, calmly. “I’m not Fuckin’ you sweet cheeks. Trust me you’d know.” He grinned “Now that you had your tantrum. Let’s get this session started. Okay Y/N?” Finally he used your name, wait a second.. what did he say. Once you processed the beginning of that statement your cheeks grew warm and a red shade melted down your face and onto your ears.

Admittedly this session went a lot smoother and you felt like you actually could retain some more information though his hurtful comments remained and he still called you names, you felt that the progress was still worth it, if this kept up you believed you could actually reach your goal without working yourself to death.

The next week or so passed and there was a test, you did as best as you could and crossed your fingers for the results, you were so nervous because this was first test, even though small, since you began the tutoring sessions. Nervous and frankly alone you texted Bakugo, (you had his number in case you needed to cancel or reschedule a session) asking if you could have him tell you the result of it next time you meet. He just replied with a ‘sure I guess’ and that was it.

You entered the all too familiar room at this point and saw Bakugo sitting in his usual spot. You rush over with your phone in hand, giving it to him when you sit, it was unlocked and all he had to do was tap the email with the results posted. He did so with a his slightly annoyed face he always seemed to have and looked up at you. “What’s your usual grading on stuff like this.” You sigh and admit “on a good day a C+..typically it’s more like a D or D+” he chuckled a bit and turned the phone screen towards you “then you made good progress.”

Showing you a fat B marked on the results. You gasped and smiled wide, due to your excitement you without thinking flung yourself to Bakugo and gave him a right hug, he was obviously shocked from the sudden physical contact.

He didn’t push you away though, he knew you were happy and didn’t wanna be a total dickhead. He just patted your head and pulled away after a bit “yeah yeah you did alright. Enough of that.” You separated quickly and blushed knowing what you just did. “I’m sorry-“ you looked up at him and you swore you saw a dust of pink on his cheeks. Nah you gotta be seeing things. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you. “You’ll need to keep it up if you want it to affect your overall grade at the end of the year. So don’t slack off now.”

You shook your head and smiled wide “with you I know I’ll get there!” That’s what she said, and that’s what Bakugo’s brain said. He chuckled a bit “dumbass that sounds wrong, you flirtin with me? Bold.” He teased. Your face became beet red and you stammered to try and correct what you meant and he just put his hand on your head, “I know what you fuckin meant.” He grinned. This was the friendliest you’ve seen Bakugo. Was he…proud…?

This was your relationship now, friendly. Still with the insults but at this point you grew to like them. They were a motivation almost.

You were in class, early as usual watching people flood in, seeing who was obviously hungover from the night before and the typical other faces. Though when the professor was supposed to get there, Bakugo walked in. Confused you stare at the man. Gasps can be heard throughout the classroom, girls getting excited and whispering to one another, guys getting hyped a little themselves.

“Oi settle the hell down. Professor Hime is out taking care of her sick daughter so she asked me to substitute for a couple days. You all seem to know who I am, good. You should, I’m amazing.” He smirked and soft laughter was echoing through the room. “But to be formal, like she asked I’ll introduce myself. My name is Katsumi Bakugo, or as you might also know as Dynamite.” It clicked. THAT WAS DYNAMITE?! You were tutoring with thee Dynamite. How could you not have connected the dots, you really are a dumbass. It didn’t help that you were a fan of Dynamite, now how’re you supposed to act around him?!

Class was distracting nonetheless. There were several times where you two specifically made eye contact and he would do silent gestures towards you, teasing subtly. Doing things like ‘write this down’ motions and mouthing ‘dumbass’ when you looked at the board confused.

After class was over you were planning to walk over to him but the flood of classmates surrounded him before you had the chance. So you decided to just wave when you caught him looking at you for a sec and leave the room to go to your tutoring room, even if you didn’t have a session booked you started studying there because it was hardly used. Soon enough the man himself walked in, “did you get all that dumbass?” He asked cockily. “Why yes I did Professor Bakugo.” He teased and he shook his head “kinda like the sound of that.” He admitted. Now when you looked up at him you saw the hero you had fanned over and honestly used to fantasize about. Your cheeks flush red and you hide the fact of that by going towards the window. “Oh man. It’s so nice out today!” Trying desperately to hide the fact you couldn’t look at him the same.

Bakugo came over and flicked your ear. “Yo what’s got you so fuckin bashful?” He asked confused. “You’re not gettin sick too are ya?” He asked with a hint of annoyance. You look at him, showing your red face and sighed “You’re never gonna let me live this down but, I had no idea you were Dynamite…” you closed your eyes, prepared to hear nothing but jokes and insults. But you didn’t hear anything but you felt a presence close to you. When you opened your eye, he was right there. In front of you, hands on either side of you, boxing you against the window. Your blush growing. “What? Does that change something for you?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

It was surprising you became a stammering mess, “I- I I uh.. n-no! It’s just-“ he tilted his head slightly, if he came any closer you’d think he was trying to kiss you. “Just what, Y/n?” Oh god not him using your name.. “Bakugo please- s-some space…” nope he wasn’t moving. “I- I just Uhm… Yaknow… had a crush on Dynamite awhile ago- s-so it’s a l-little awkward n-now..” you could not make eye contact with him until he grabbed your chin and made you look. “Had?” He asked. What was he getting at? Does he want you to admit you still have a crush on him? How could you admit to THAT.

“Y-yeah..? H-Had.” A cocky smirk crawled onto his lips. “You’re lying. I can always tell when you’re lyin..” that he did, he always knew when you lied about understanding something in the material and this was no different. “O-okay. Yeah I have a c-crush on Dynamite.” You gave in, how can you fight him in this proximity? “On me. You have a crush on me.” His grin only grew, God he was an ass.

“W-what are you trying to do Bakugo?!” You blurt out, ripping your face away and covering it with your hands. Anything to hide from him right now. Bakugo chuckled and patted your head. “What? A guy can’t be hopeful to have a fan?” You peek out from behind your hands and scoffed “you have tons of fans? What do you mean?” He shook his head and finally gave you space. “Ahh you dense little thing. They’re not you.” He walked towards the door. “You say some dumb shit sometimes Yaknow?”

You went back to your dorm, confused to hell. They weren’t you?? Does that mean, no it can’t mean he has special feelings for you, he couldn’t. Could he? You went to every introverts friend, the Internet. You searched how to know if someone had a crush on you, yes you’ve had one partner beforehand but that doesn’t mean you knew they liked you. You weren’t finding what you needed to know but you did find an article of ‘ways to subtly flirt your way into his heart’ cheesy, it’s gotta be good.

- wear cute clothes. Something flirty and a little revealing.

Already a no go, you only wore comfy clothes 99% of the time.

- touch him when you talk

Oh god, you hugged him once. That was it. Okay.

So on and so forth. You decided to try it a little and see if there was a reaction next session, that would mean something right? Right. You rummaged through your closet to find anything even semi flirty. You found a lower cut crop top that you bought awhile ago to get out of your comfort zone but never actually did that, the tag was still on it. Then pairing that with some ripped high waisted jeans. That’s cute right? Sure. You got a little dolled up, concealer, a little blush and lipgloss, mascara to really bring it together. Was this too much? Too late now you were committing. You throw on your trusty hoodie to at least not show it off to everyone.

You made your way to the room found him sitting there as per usual. He was in casual clothes for once. The blazer made an exit awhile ago but he continued the dress shirt until now. But now he was just in a black tee shirt and jeans, it was a nice change of pace for you to see but also you kind of missed the button up. You unzip your hoodie and toss it on the back of your chair, immediately feeling his eyes on you.

You look over at him and grin, placing your notebook on the table. He didn’t seem to take his eyes off you, scanning up and down a few times. This was different than the first time he had done it, it wasn’t judgmental it almost seemed like he was admiring. “So, what are we workin-“

“Whatcha trying to do to me hm?” He asked calmly. You look up at him confused “w-what do you mean?” You grew nervous. “Coming in here, all dolled up. Think I wouldn’t notice or something? Think I’m stupid?” Uh oh was he insulted?? You weren’t trying to do that “I just- put more effort in today- I’m sorry I offended?” You defended yourself. Bakugo stood up and leaned over the table, getting close to you once again. “Did you get dolled up for me? You trying to do something?” You, who always thought before speaking, blurted out something you never would’ve thought of. “I-is it working?” Bakugo smirked and grabbed your chin, pulling you closer. “Yeah, yeah it is sweetheart.” You felt your knees go weak as he closed the little distance between you into a kiss. You were shocked but you melted into the kiss, returning it back.

Once he parted ways you looked at him with heavy lids “w-wow..” you breathed out, he stayed close for a moment before standing up, walking to the door, you spoke up thinking he was leaving.

He locked the door.

“What’re you doing…?” You ask timidly as he looked over at you “if it’s alright with you, I’m not done.” He gave you a look filled with hunger and a hint of something else. Lust..? It sent a chill down your spine straight to your core. Your body temp rising slowly but surely. You got your answer.

Bakugo returned to you, “I asked you a question.” Right he did, he asked if it was alright.. how do you respond..? You, with your red face, grab his shirt and pull him in. It’s time to fulfill a fantasy. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck kissing him once again, he returns it without hesitation, gripping your hips and pulling your body closer when you thought you couldn’t get closer. It wasn’t long until the kiss deepened. His tongue inserting itself into your mouth, you were all too willing and inviting. A low growl came from this man which caused your knees to buckle, he didn’t miss a step. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, carrying you the table you typically study at. He pushed your books off the table in one smooth swing of his arm, his hands making their way up your back shortly after.

Your breathing is getting heavy as you didn’t know how far he was going to take this. You got an idea when he unclasped your bra effortlessly. You pull back in surprise, he looked at you almost apologetically. “We don’t have to do anything crazy. I was getting a little excited is all.” He was being honest, his face blushing as hard as yours.

You didn’t care anymore. You wanted him. This craving was driving you crazy at this point. “Let’s get a little crazy.” You pulled your shirt over your head, along with your bra, throwing it across the room. “Fuck..” he breathed out, taking in your body, your curves, your shape, you. He took one breast into his palm, it was hot and firm, this make you gasp out in both pleasure and slight discomfort but you didn’t care. You wanted him to touch you. You whimpered when he squeezed which pushed him over the edge. He pushed you down onto the table, keeping your hips right at the edge. Kissing and nipping at your skin and collarbone, leaving small marks down your torso. The heat in your core growing hotter and hotter. He got to your jeans and swiftly took them off, you tried covering your precious spot out of embarrassment but he just grabbed your wrist, keeping them out of the way as he kissed you through the cloth barrier keeping him away from what he wanted.

You let out a soft moan feeling the heat of his lips so close to you, soaking through your panties already. He chuckled lowly “you’re already so wet for me and I haven’t even done anything. You’re a little bit of a slut aren’t you?” This didn’t help anything, you about whined on how long he was taking. He ripped off your panties and spread your legs, spreading your lips apart to see the meal he was about to devour. “What a dirty little bitch. Tell me what you want.” He loved watching you squirm under the mere touch of his fingers. “Y-you. Anything you want..” he wasn’t expecting that exact answer but he felt his member throb through his jeans, he growled again and began to just eat you alive. It was quick, it was deep, he knew what he was doing. You moaned and not down on your finger, these walls weren’t thick enough to hide the fact that if someone listened they could figure out what was going on.

He was doing everything right, keeping the pace and you felt your core tighten, it was building and building quick. “F-Fuck-“ you breathed out. He stopped right when things were getting good and started to unbuckle his belt. You bit your lip watching him, his face was nothing but hunger. His chin dripping the remnants of his meal, “you gotta keep that pretty little mouth shut for me okay? Think you can do that?” He smirked as he wiped his mouth as he got his hard cock out. You nodded and your jaw dropped a little seeing it, it was bigger than you imagined and you weren’t expecting him to be that hard. “Tell me what you want again?” He said as he teased your entrance. “I-.. I want you to fuck me.” You whined out again. He slid in without any resistance, you were about moan until he covered your mouth his with hand “I said to say fuckin quiet.” He groaned out. He pumped into out hard and quick, he was gritting his teeth on how good you felt. You suppressing your moans and sounds as much as you could, a whine and whimper along with muffled curses of pleasure being the only thing you allowed escape. “You’re doing so fuckin good sweetheart. Just like that, look at me with those pretty eyes.” You didn’t know you had a praise kink until now.

Your walls being stroked so perfectly and rhythmically you felt that familiar knot starting to grow tighter as you were building to your climax once again. His pace got more aggressive, he was building too. “Holy Fuck you feel good..” his grunts accompanying your muffled sounds, his hand left your mouth and gripped your hips to pull you closer and lift your hips, reading an angle you didn’t think was possible but it was slamming into your spot to send you over the edge. “FUCK!” You couldn’t help yourself but shout out as you climaxed, it was so intense and unexpected.

He didn’t even stop you that time he just kept pumping “I’m close-“ he muttered as he slowed down but thrusted harder into you. Cumming inside unintentionally. He panted and pulled out, watching his semen leak out from you, a sight he liked a little too much. The room filled with you both catching your breath, you say up and laughed a little. “What a tutoring session.”

[kawaiigirly21]

Love in the Underground 2

“A Tournament? And the prize is to get a wife? Tch, I'll pass. The bitch is probably a spoiled little brat who gets everything she wants.” Raian said as he sat across the head of his family. “Here, her great uncle provided a detailed report on her. She's not just an heir, Raian. She could be what this family is looking for.” As Raian's eyes scanned the paper, they widened at the picture her great uncle decided to use.

In the photo, she wasn't dressed up in some fancy dress nor any makeup caking her face. Instead, in the photograph, Natasha had looked like she had just finished a match. She had a wide yet pretty smile on her face while blood splattered her face and neck. But there were no cuts to be seen. To make things even more peculiar was that her outfit was pastel with glittering accents. So she did like to dress up but she also liked to fight? What kind of woman did that?

Raian thought as he stared at the photo with an unbreakable gaze. “Should I leave you alone with the photo?” The head of the Kure family joked. This caused Raian to toss the photo onto the paper and huff. A very faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I guess I'll fight. But when I win, don't expect our marriage to be all happy and shit. I'm only doing it to create more assassins and she seems like a suitable mother. A bit skinny but once I knock her up, I'll make sure she'll have better child bearing hips.”

Elsewhere, Cosmo and Adam talked about the possibility of marrying a girl who could finally keep up with their strength. “I bet she's super strong!!” Cosmo exclaimed with excitement while Adam kept staring at the photo of Natasha. “She’s part american…I’m interested in what she knows. Maybe I could show her more of it during our honeymoon.” This statement made Cosmo freeze before sending a competitive smirk to his friend. “Say what? I’m taking her to the Bahamas for OUR honeymoon.”

Adam smirked back and put a firm hand on Cosmo’s shoulder. “The Bahamas is near America stupid!” As Cosmo and Adam argued playfully about who would marry Natasha, Rama Xlll was trying to convince Kaolan to compete in the tournament. “You are dreadfully lonely old friend. You need someone like her. I hear that she’s as sweet as the finest chocolate and her voice is as smooth as the most finest silk. You simply must do this. If not for yourself, then for me old friend. I want you to be happy.”

Kaolan contemplated his king’s words before accepting the invitation. “Oh! Look at that smile! Isn’t she precious?” Mitsunari smiled with a proud smile on his face as he showed Hanayama the photo of his great niece. “Yea, she's beautiful.” Mistunari nodded as he smiled. “I don’t particularly know her taste in men soooooo it’s good if I just cover all the bases ya know? So…what do ya say? Are you gonna compete?”

While Mitsunari spoke to Hanayama, Metsudo tried his hand at convincing Agito to participate in the tournament. “I’m not sure I should.” The man replied to Metsudo. The elderly man simply chuckled. “This tournament is not just for anyone to simply fight in. Mitsunari and I are hand picking each man to try his hand at a pretty little prize.” A few days later, Natasha sat in the middle of her great uncle and her godfather watching tv and sharing a decadent home cooked meal. These were moments Natasha liked to savor when she got the chance.

On the tv, were old Kengan matches that happened years before her birth. “I’ll tell ya, that match was one of the best to ever have been fought in that arena.” Mestudo smiled as he told Natasha the history of the Kengan Association. With wide curious eyes, Natasha begged both men for old stories and the history behind their respective organizations. That night, as she began her nightly run, she noticed a strange presence looming behind her. It was like a shadow that followed her. It made her skin crawl as the feeling got stronger.

As she stopped and bent down to tie her shoe, Natasha heard footsteps behind her before a loud deafening crack and splatter of blood. Immediately turning around, her eyes met those of a taller man holding another man by the shirt. The man's nose was broken and a few of his teeth were also missing. “Hey, are you alright? I noticed this guy following you so I kinda stepped in.” Nodding slowly, Natasha thanked the man. “Hey uh, you training for something?” The man asked, noticing Natasha’s slightly athletic build. Rubbing the back of her neck shyly, Natasha confirmed his suspicion.

“Oh! That's cool, mind if I join you?” The man asked with a smile on his face. Natasha agreed to the company and soon realized how much she actually liked being around this person. He was funny and had plenty of fighting stories to tell. Soon, the route they pair ran led them straight to Natasha's home. “This is my place, thanks for accompanying me um…” “Lihito!” The man answered before starting on his own way home.

A day later, Metsudo and Mitsunari had gathered all the competitors they thought would be worthy of being Natasha's husband in one place. The underground arena. Many of the men questioned why they were in the arena if the tournament was 2 days from the current date. “You boys, go take your seats. We have something to show you. It's astounding.”

As the fighters from both corporations took their seats, albeit with their own friends, a tall statuesque woman stepped out from one side of the arena while Natasha (still wrapping her hands) entered from the other side. Both preparing to fight. “A match?!” Cosmo shouted in excitement. “Her match!” Adam added as a bell was rung causing both women to clash.

[ozzgin]

Here's a complete list of all my Baki works to date.

Character x Reader

Yandere! Pickle x Reader

Yandere! Kaiou Retsu x Artist! Reader

Yandere! Hector Doyle x Reader

Yandere! Yuujirou Hanma x Fighter! Reader

Yandere! Katsumi Orochi x Student! Reader

Baki Hanma x Feminine! Male Reader

Musashi Miyamoto x Reader

Headcanons (Multiple Characters)

Yandere! Baki Headcanons

Yandere! Baki Headcanons (II)

Yandere! Baki Characters x Pregnant! Reader

Baki Characters x Yandere! Reader

Baki Characters x Tall! Reader

Baki Characters x Struggling! Reader

Baki Characters x Sick! Reader

Baki Characters x Hanma Yuujirou's Daughter

Baki Characters x Dragon! Significant Other

Baki Characters x Cute! Bratty! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Protective Reader interrupts a fight

Baki Headcanons: Valentine’s Day Special 💝

Headcanons (General)

Pickle Headcanons: A collection

Baki Headcanons: Hugging Pickle

Baki Headcanons: Pickle meets Baki's s/o

Baki Headcanons: Pickle meets Baki's s/o (II)

Baki Headcanons: Fighter! Reader snuggling Pickle

Baki Headcanons: Pickle's preference

Baki Headcanons: Pickle has an older sister

Baki Headcanons: Pickle's Daughter! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Pickle's Daughter hunts for food

Baki Headcanons: Professor Payne finds Pickle's daughter

Baki Headcanons: Musashi and ASMR

Prehistoric Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Pregnant Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader (II)

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Mother Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Small Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Small Reader (II)

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Clumsy Reader

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader meets Ryuuji Tokura

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader sees Katsumi with a stubble

Baki Headcanons: Daddy Pickle takes a fight too far

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader moves around silently

Baki Headcanons: Meeting Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader’s baby; sparring with the Prehistoric! Child

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader finding out about Baki's mother

Baki Headcanons: Jealous Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader are childhood friends

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader goes Trick or Treating

Baki x JoJo Crossover: The Pillar Men meet Pickle and Prehistoric! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader meets Modern! Reader

Misc & Fanart

Baki Crack: Yuujirou Hanma single father AU

Baki Crack: Oni! Reader slapping Yuujirou

Baki x (Y/N) Doodles: Big boobs vs Small boobs

Prehistoric Reader concept doodle

Pickle holding his and reader's newborn doodle

Yandere Baki Simulator concept

Pickle in Chiharu's uniform doodle

Scarred Prehistoric Reader & Hanma Yuujirou comparison doodle

Baki explaining Halloween to Prehistoric reader doodle

Prehistoric Reader's twins doodle

Jack Hanma watching MLP with Pickle's Daughter doodle

Oni! Reader concept doodle

Yandere! Baki Fanart

Yandere! Kozue Matsumoto Fanart

Kaiou Retsu Fanart [Halloween]

Yuujirou Hanma Fanart

Kaiou Retsu Fanart [Festival]

Pickle x JoJo Fanart

Baki x Monster OC Fanart

Baki x Corpse Party Crossover Fanart

Pickle x Reader

Spec Fanart