#shinogi kosho

[yandere-writer-momo]

Baki Rahen

Ch. 16 Upholding Aesthetics

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jackosho

[poopyballz28]

kosho if he was cool

kosho's an evanescence fan confirmed (by me)

[wowzerz0]

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

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

[baratiddyappreciator]

Hey honey bun sugar plummmm!! Could I get a baki characters with a s/o who has a fat ass (me)

Why of course, thine blessed thiccness will be appreciated!

Baki:

He's more of a tits guy (mommy issues, we all know this) but he absolutely doesn't complain about a bit more cake either. Be it a bubble butt or just genuine cake, he does not mind in the slightest.

That is his ass, thank you very much, so catching others staring or trying to cop a feel will very much wind up in him dishing out swift justice. He's chill about most things, and he doesn't mind others appreciating you as a whole, you're stunning, he knows it, but when they're being gross and pushy about it, that's when he'll step in.

He's got a habit of grabbing people's hips when he walks passed them, he may or may not cop a slight feel with you though. He doesn't mean it to be creepy or pervy, but he can't help but admire the curves you graced him with.

He's got his own cake as well, don't forget that, so the two of you walking side by side out in public earns a lot of stares for many reasons, but the fact that the two of you combined are an entire bakery might also have something to do with it.

Kozue:

Girl is flustered. Literally everyone around Baki that she ever met was cheeked up, and she knows how to appreciate a good behind, but she's a lot more shy about it than, say, Chiharu or Katsumi.

Worried about wardrobe malfunctions? Not while she's around, she is on it. Doing it to be considerate? Absolutely, of course. But was she also watching your ass before the wardrobe failure? Maybe. Perhaps. Perchance, even.

She's the kind of person to look through clothes online and show her friends when she finds things that she thinks would suit them or that they would like, so if you mention wanting something to accentuate your butt a bit, she'll pull out an entire folder.

Lord help her if she catches you in swimsuits, she won't know what to do with herself. Does she admire openly? Does she touch? Please help her lmao.

Hanayama:

Firm ass admirer, but in private. Only he is allowed to admire your ass, that's final. You don't get to stand while he's sitting down, he'll pull you straight into his lap and keep those big meaty hands on your waist, trapping you in place. You don't get up until he lets you.

He won't spank you, but he will give you light taps every once in a while. Just know: he absolutely wants to wind up and slap the soul out of you, but he won't because he doesn't want to hurt you.

You wanna wear clothes that accentuate your butt? It had better only be for his eyes, he's not going to tolerate other people looking at your buns, those are his to admire.

There will be times where he just lays down with you, acts super sweet and everything, and then just grabs your ass. For no reason. It's like watching a cat stare at something on the edge of a table before they knock it off.

Admires your ass while clothed, and while naked. You aren't safe from him, even if you're sitting down, because no matter how strong or heavy you might think you are, you are nothing compared to his strength.

Chiharu:

A menace. He will walk up to you and smack your ass so gotdamn hard that you just won't know what to do beyond pass away on the spot. He sees nothing wrong with it, and he will continue to do this. There's no rhyme or reason either.

Are you getting nasty with him? Don't let him near your ass, because he will bite you, it will hurt, and you can't even get mad at him because he does it out of sheer love.

Steal his pants. I'm serious, steal them. Just walk out with them on, he'll practically break his own neck doing a double-take. They look great on you, and they're incredibly comfortable. It's a win-win!

Feel free to torment him by returning the favour by the way, he knows he can be a bit much, but he can take what he dishes out and more.

Katsumi:

Problem child. He'll use any excuse he can to get at you in general, he's very touchy. That being said, we have seen how efficient this man is at slapping things. He slaps you once and it's over. He slaps your butt and you're going to need ice.

He's also the kinda guy to bite your butt, for no reason. Fresh out the shower? Chomp. Trying to relax in shorts? Chomp. He doesn't even try to explain or justify it, he just does it.

Much like Chiharu, you can return the favour. Unlike Chiharu, he's going to play up every little bit of his response. Did you slap him back? Oh he's going to moan and whine, and by the time you get him to shut up, you're both laughing so hard neither of you can breathe.

He will try and get you into a karate uniform from the Dojo. Is it for personal reasons? Mayhaps. He thinks that it'll look good on you either way, either way he'll get a nice look at his precious in a karate uniform.

Jack:

I don't want to say that he doesn't care, but he just doesn't make a big deal about it. He thinks you're stunning and perfect just the way you are. Does he appreciate a bit more to hold onto? Sure thing! Is he going to start grabbing at you randomly? Not really, no.

Does he occasionally admire? Oh absolutely, he managed to bag you, he's going to admire you every chance he gets. He's a bit dense, but he's not blind.

That being said, if you dress up all nice for him, all of what I've previously said goes straight out the window. He is LOOKING (respectfully) and he is going to be touching, mentally prepare for that fact, because once he starts he's not going to stop for a while.

Lord help anyone that dares to even think of copping a feel or admiring while he's around. He may be pretty, but this man is a solid 8ft tall and has a natural glare that could kill an army.

Kosho:

Also doesn't make a big deal out of it, but you know that he loves ass just by looking at him. He'll admire, he'll touch, and if you're laying on your stomach, he'll use the booty as a pillow in a rare moment of relaxation.

If you really want to drive him wild (re: insane) then wear some tights around the house. He's going to behave himself, he swears, but if you bend over one more time he cannot be held responsible for what he's about to do.

Which is to say that he'll slap the soul out of you and then drag you back to the bedroom. Will you emerge alive? Who knows! He doesn't, and you probably won't either.

Kureha:

He cares, but he's a bitch, so he'll make it seem like he doesn't. That being said, he's so incredibly obvious about his stares and his little hand twitches while he definitely doesn't fantasize about grabbing a hand full that it's almost comedic.

He lowkey (re: highkey) worries about your back, so sometimes he'll just walk up, grab your waist and start rubbing little circles into the base of your spine under the pretense of being bored and wanting to see what you're doing.

He will buy you clothes and expects you to wear them, because he likes they way they look on you. Even if you only wear them around the house for him, he'll be pleased.

Why yes, he is jealous, how did you know? If he catches anyone even so much as glancing at your butt, he's going to glare them into another dimension.

Retsu:

Virgin monk is a virgin, and he was raised not to stare because that's rude. That being said, he can't help it, he thinks your butt is beautiful and he'll outright tell you that whatever you're wearing looks flattering. Has he said this while you were naked? Yes. Yes he has.

Once he gets more comfortable, he's all about grabbing and squeezing at your hips, thighs and butt, though it's all in good fun, he means well by it, and he absolutely appreciates you letting him do this.

He has such comfy pants, much like Chiharu, so you should absolutely steal them from time to time. You know those things are flattering, you've seen them on him after all.

If you ever want someone to watch your form while you're doing squats or lunges, he's your guy, because unlike the others, who would absolutely take this seriously and not just use it as an excuse to stare at your butt the entire time.

[leanbeefpattysimp3]

Jack fr like “I’ll beat your ass in here too mf”

[starbritez]

I haven’t posted Baki anything in a genuine year uhh.. here’s an oc. Basically just Kureha/Kosho’s mom. She’s a supermodel and an asshole. Yeah that’s it. (Kosho takes after her the most and he kinda hates it)

[bakiuwu]

Itagaki pls give me more of them. I've never left from here

[goichimonji-official]

Baki doodles

[yandere-writer-momo]

how would the Baki characters such as Kureha, Jack, Baki, and Kosho react to s/o who has a weird laugh and would side eye them if they got on their nerves.

Baki Head Canons

Now this one was weird for me to think of so it’s going to be short and simple from least to most bothered by a weird laugh

Jack Hanma

Jack doesn’t mind your laugh at all. He’ll probably laugh along with you if you have a funny laugh. He thinks it’s cute

Baki Hanma

Also doesn’t mind your laugh. He’ll laugh along or he’ll make fun of you in a playful manner. He’ll jokingly put a finger over your lips if you start to her on his nerves but not in a way that’ll hurt your feelings. He will probably pick up a weird laugh eventually

Shinogi Kureha

Would probably chuck something at you if you got to be too annoying. He likes his quiet time but he’s still pleasant about it

Shinogi Kosho

You’re getting the full side eye. SIDE EYE. When you don’t stop laughing like a hyena. He would probably walk away and pretend he doesn’t know you if you’re out in public together

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jackosho

[poopyballz28]

how would the Baki cast react to an emotionally intelligent partner, hell, even someone who has studied psychology trying to help them understand themselves better. Would they be terrified at first?would some find it stupid? How would they feel afterwards?

A very intriguing idea, I like your brain.

Some Baki characters meeting an emotionally discerning person

Kozue

- She could really benefit from someone who can actually wrap their head around her problems logically. She’s often overwhelmed with her own issues, not knowing which direction to go from where she is. I’m sure someone who actually has the knowledge to help her out could seriously aid her.

- She’s initially a bit nervous, thinking that she’s not particularly worth helping and downplaying her very clear problems. She really dislikes being a burden to others, she’ll try to act like she’s fine and she doesn’t need any emotional support.

- But if they're able to get her to realize just how low she thinks of herself and how much she’s actually struggling, tears will begin to well up in her eyes. Things she tried to not think about in the past she’s suddenly confronted with.

- She would realize things that she tried to ignore for so long, but she will ultimately be thankful afterwards. While yes, she can put on the waterworks pretty quickly, she’s a pretty emotionally strong girl. She toughens up, wiping her tears and realizing that she does want to move forward.

- She’ll thank them for helping her out, and promise them that she’ll try and make a change. For herself this time, not for others.

Kiyosumi

- He would definitely be incredulous of them and close himself off, especially if they make it pretty clear they want to help him.

- God, does he hate that word. “Help” It’s something he completely feels he doesn’t need. Having lived his life mostly having to work things out (or lack thereof) by himself, having someone who wants to “help” him makes him very irritated. He thinks he’s normal. How? He’s crazy.

- If I were to give a word of advice to this person, I would tell them to not be so upfront and tell them to try and take it slow. If you do make him angry enough he will show aggression, mostly because it’s all he knows how to do when face to face with his own issues.

- If this person happens to be his significant other or perhaps a really really close friend, they may actually have a better chance at getting him to actually open up and give in.

- He may start even jokingly admitting to some pretty harsh things he thinks about his self and his way of living. He never realized how much he disliked himself until he actually heard the shit that was coming out of his mouth.

- He’ll still be very hesitant of course, but you could probably get him to come to terms with all of his pent up hatred for himself and others. He gets a little speechless, I’ll admit. He’ll have an uncertain look on his face with his eyebrows still tensed tightly. He’ll have to do a lot of thinking after.

- He’ll make an attempt to ignore everything they told him and drink the thoughts away but they just won’t vanish from his head. He’d push his stubbornness aside, something that he often struggles doing, but he’ll think about everything that they said to him and actually take it into consideration. Crazy, I know.

- He doesn’t particularly want to change, but he will finally, for the first time, realize that maybe he does have overlying problems that have been there for a long time. He thinks he’s an idiot for not realizing sooner. He’ll be grateful overall that it happened, but he probably wouldn’t tell them this.

Kosho

- Also very hesitant about the whole thing. He believes he doesn’t need help from another person, insisting that all of his tribulations and internal problems are things he already knows about and can handle on his own. (this is not true.)

- He’ll have his arms crossed throughout most of the conversation, a very skeptical look on his face. But he’s already emotionally vulnerable, it won't take a lot to truly unlock the huge metal door he’s put up in front of his heart.

- The more they show that they understand what he’s going through emotionally and how hard it is to live the way he does, the more that he starts to tear up and give in.

- “It must be very difficult to feel like you have meaning when your own brother overshadows all of your hard work.”

“I know right?! It’s completely-” He’ll fight back tears.

“Everything feels completely…hopeless.” He says, in full-hearted honesty.

- They’re able to be a shoulder he can finally lean on for support and understanding. Nobody has ever been able to really sympathize with him to his face but be so truthful and caring. It’s new for him.

- Afterwards, he’s still trying to understand the whole thing. He comes to some realizations, and uses them to build himself up. He’s still very strong, despite his almost cry-baby nature on occasion. He would probably bring himself to thank them to their face. (very timidly, of course) Because he is thankful they were able to understand his problems and help him out, him commonly being one to struggle with putting his own emotions into clear words. But seeing them be able to do it so perfectly made him feel like there is a light in the pit of darkness he usually finds himself in.

Kureha

- Ohhh boy.

- There's really no reasoning with this guy.

- He thinks he's completely fine. And not to mention a good contributing member of society who DOES pay his taxes. Who…does…pay his taxes.

- He thinks it's quite preposterous that anyone would want to “help” someone who’s mostly normal and has no problems whatsoever. (this is, again, not true)

- He would find the whole thing much like a game, a moment for him to be the center of attention. He can't take them seriously at all.

- When he does get a little irritated he’ll generally just laugh it off, especially if what they’re saying is true.

- He finds it quite amusing that someone would simply want to understand and help him. He feels he doesn’t need others to “understand” him and his mindset to live his life fulfillingly. Mostly because he’s awfully aware that he’s done some messed up things that even he can’t fully blame himself for. (even though it was…one hundred percent his fault)

- If they kinda started digging deeper and mentioning maybe his now clear narcissism, he would still keep his same attitude but maybe even start agreeing with them.

- It’s pretty useless when he’s actually subconsciously aware he’s not the greatest person and actively doesn’t plan to do anything about it.

- He thinks, “So what, I’m the “bad guy”?” He’s too narcissistic to truly blame it all on himself but also self aware enough to know he’s horrible.

- Sure, he’s done some bad things, but that was in the past and the past means nothing. Others were affected? Well he was affected too! He’s different now! (he is not.)

- He thinks they are an intriguing specimen…very interesting.

Jack

- Much like a brick wall, telling what his emotions are at all is pretty difficult in itself. It’d be awfully hard for them to really get him to talk at all. 

- He doesn’t think his problems should concern anybody but himself. He insists that he “doesn’t have any issues” and that “that stuff doesn’t work on him”. (guess what. this is not true)

- He really refuses to elaborate on any part of his life or problems. Like I said, whose business is it other than his? He’d most likely have to know them well enough AND get a little drunk to really be able to say anything of importance that could help them make a judgment. 

- If they were able to really connect with him on a personal level, maybe one on one at a quiet night bar or something, he may start pouring his concerns out to them. He’d kind of ramble on and about his aggression's and things that just stress him out. Anger is a big, overwhelming emotion for him. 

- Maybe he’d even start sharing how hard it was having lived the life that he has. All of the hurt and the pain was finally showing on his face now. I imagine he would maybe start tearing up, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly. 

- If they can really show true empathy towards him and guide him through his issues he may start lingering around them more. Not particularly on purpose, though. Afterwards, he first tries to act like the whole talk they had was essentially nothing to him. But somehow it keeps crossing his mind. He thinks on it alone and then does some realizing, understanding his own pain and being content that he actually had someone to talk to about it. He uses this new-found understanding and utilizes it to get more powerful, not just physically now, but emotionally. 

- He would definitely be polite enough to thank them after. Quite impassively I’ll say, but it’ll be one hundred percent genuine. 

Hector

- Having lived mostly in solitude and loneliness, he thinks that the way he lives his life is not something for others to understand. He knows he’s done wrong and probably will continue to do wrong but how another person feels about it is no concern to him.

- In a way, he barely sees other humans as people. Seeing them as merely creatures or pawns, things that are not particularly understandable on any other level but physical. He doesn’t get anyone and nobody gets him. But he’s fine with it that way.

- If this person were to show genuine compassion for wanting to help him he would initially be quite confused. Help him? Why? What’s in it for them?

- Even if this person is attempting to help solely because of the kindness in their heart, he still wouldn’t be able to wrap his head around the reason why. He’s fine with the way things are, and he doesn’t desire any help. Especially from other ���people”.

- He’s very similar to a brick wall like Jack, not showing very much emotion on average. Trying to get him to really open up is a challenge. It’s not like he knows how to open up anyway, though.

- I feel this is another case of someone who’s almost unhelpable unless they matter to him. Sure, he's definitely able to show sympathy and benevolence for others on occasion, but only if he truly cares about them through certain circumstances. (which is very rare)

- He just can’t take the conversation seriously, just seeing it as a little chat instead of a conversation that’s trying to help him understand himself. Because what more is there to understand? He knows he’s despicable but he has no other paths to walk. It’s pretty hopeless to try and get through to him.

Katsumi

- He’s frankly a bit inept when it comes to understanding certain aspects of himself. Usually it has to take time for him to legitimately understand. But I will say, someone who was basically trained to help out can definitely do him some good.

- He would be a bit nervous, but it doesn’t take very much for him to really spill out his concerns to them. He often feels he doesn’t have many people to talk to on that level of emotions. He has so many fears and doubts for the future and for himself, but to finally be able to come to terms with it and actually talk about it is very empowering for him.

- He’s definitely a rambler, going on and on about how frequently he’s frustrated and fearful with the way some things are. It makes him feel…weak. He thinks that someone in the position that he’s in shouldn’t have so many problems and worries.

- If this person is able to get him to understand that it’s okay to have issues and it’s fine to struggle through very obviously tough situations, he’ll have almost another realization.

- He’d be overjoyed that someone actually wanted to hear about his concerns, but he’ll finally realize it’s okay to have fear and anxiety. He’s not weak or less of just because he feels those quite common emotions and he soon realizes that struggling emotionally is just part of the process. He uses the conversation to get stronger, now knowing it's okay to feel scared sometimes. He promises that he’ll work through the fear no matter what.

- He would definitely thank them after. After all, he owes some of his strength to them! They helped him grow into something stronger and he couldn't be more grateful.

[wowzerz0]

I JUST FOUND THIS PHOTO AND I'M ON MY KNEES RIGHT NOW 😟❤️💕💞💖🥰🤭😘😋😍❤️I LOVE KAIOH RETSU SO MUCH, HE IS SO CUTE AND LOVEABLE🥰

[baratiddyappreciator]

Cuddling the Baki Cast (NSFW)

Minors DNI and all that, you guys know better. I had a lot of fun with these ones, changed up the order a bit, and also carried over the bonus Yanagi, Oliva, Chiharu and Gaia, at the cost of taking out Tokugawa because I apparently can't sexualize that particular old man. DW, You'll still get your old man fix though ;) These are a bit longer than the initial ones because I'm not as restrained when I can just put the cut right beneath my little blurb and write... Well, sin. Also guess who finally decided to whip out colours so things are clearer :D (it's me)

NSFW under the cut!

Baki:

Cuddling with him always comes with a risk. A risk of being interrupted by some upstart trying to challenge him, or his dad, for some godforsaken reason. Sometimes he gets a sudden spurt of energy and feels the need to just disappear and go train for a few hours, but sometimes, and sometimes, like now, you feel his hands start to snake around your sides and under your shirt, higher and higher towards your chest as his previously innocent kisses turn hungry and deliberate against your throat. His fingers tweak your nipples as his lips meet yours, his hips bumping softly against your own, his legs urging yours apart so he can make room for himself, grinding against you hard and slow. He was all over, kissing you, grinding against you, playing with your nipples.

He didn't want to take his hands off of your chest, so it was up to you to reach down to pull your pants and underwear down. He didn't get the luxury treatment for being lazy, of course, the most he got was you clumsily undoing his pants and pulling him out of his boxers so he could grind against your eager little hole for a little bit before he pressed in, rolling slightly so that he could press both of his knees to the futon beneath the two of you, rolling his hips, his hands still cupping your chest, but now using it as a form of handhold so he could pull you back down onto his cock, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your hear.

"You're driving me wild baby doll."

Kozue:

She liked having music playing while you two cuddled. She said it added to the atmosphere, helped soothe you two into a comfortable, zen mood, and sometimes even into sleep. But other times, it was helpful for covering up the sounds of her breathless gasps. Your teeth gently came down on the shell of her ear as your fingers slid over her slick clit, her hips pressed back against yours, her own hand cupping you through your pants, providing you the friction you needed as you ground against her palm, her shirt pulled up exposing her chest to the now slightly chilly air. She'd been working so hard lately, it was only fair that you help her take off the edge so she doesn't burn herself out.

She gasped slightly louder, her other hand grabbing frantically at her pillow to muffle her voice, her hips bucking against your palm as your fingers circled her clit faster and harder, her face turning slightly so you could kiss her properly. She was shaking, so close to the edge that you could almost taste it, feeling the minute twitches in her thighs and her lower stomach, her ragged breaths hitching as hit-pitched whines escaped her.

"Baby please, I'm so close already."

Hanayama:

Having him crawl into bed after coming home dead tired was always a treat. He'd normally keep the lights off and not notice that you woke up the second the front door opened. You could tell what kind of mood he was in just by how he took off his shoes. And today was a mood that you could get behind. His hand slid up your thigh over the blankets, tickling you as his weight settled behind you only a moment later, the blankets being pulled down slightly. He knew you were awake at this point, you couldn't help the stupid grin on your face as he found you naked as the day you were born in bed, waiting for him. A soft swear was muttered under his breath, before you felt his cock slap against your ass, encouraging you angle your hips up and back so he could make you feel good.

And of course, you obeyed. Why wouldn't you? This was the kind of cuddling that you didn't mind in the slightest. The delicious stretch you felt as he pressed into you was exactly what you've been needing all night. You've been lonely without him. His forehead pressed against the back of your head, hips rolling slowly to get used to the feeling before he sat up, his hand settling on your lower back, guiding your hips back to meet his in a tiny thrust, your only hint of playfulness in him before you were jostled forward by a hard snap of his hips, your hands scrabbling at the pillows for purchase.

"That's it, be good for me and take it."

Chiharu:

He was a bundle of nerves during regular cuddling, always worried that he'd do something wrong and freak you out or hurt you. He's not as strong as some of the guys in the arena, but he's still plenty powerful you know! This time, however, you were the one worried about freaking him out as your hand travelled lower and lower down his torso towards his hips, innocently looking up at him as you toyed with his zipper, your hips wiggling slightly. He looked flabbergasted, eyes flicking between your eyes and your hand, then back to your eyes, and finally down to your lips as he licked his own. This would be fun, you could tell as he gave you a tiny nod, and you started unbuckling him.

His shaft was hot and heavy in your hand as you slowly pumped him, his hand resting on your ass, slowly starting to creep around to slide beneath your pants and sink into your eager hole. It's only fair that he return the favour, right? His head fell back slightly, a groan leaving him, before his head came back to but against yours gently, his brow furrowed, his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glassy and filled with pleasure locked with your own as you jerked him off, still smug, but you couldn't stop your hips from rocking back against his hand as his fingers gently rubbed at your insides.

"Fuck me doll, you're making my brain melt."

Katsumi:

Warm. You normally woke up warm, but now you were almost too warm as Katsumi tossed your legs over his thighs, hands cupping your chest, rolling your pert nipples between his pointers and thumbs, kissing you hungrily. You loved it when he woke up and decided his morning run could be replaced by ramming you into the mattress, his hips slowly rolling against yours as he sank into you slowly, the stretch delicious as he pressed in and pulled out time and time again. One of his hands left your chest to gently rest at the base of your throat, your only warning that he was about to pick up the pace before he was off to the races.

His hips slammed into yours, the wet sound of your bodies joining amplified in the room as he used your throat to pull you back down on his cock after he jostled you forward, his hair messy, lightly panting before he flashed a smile at you, your legs cinching around his waist and giving him a little squeeze, drawing him in deeper, closer, and he didn't hesitate to throw his head back and let out a low moan that vibrated through the air, making you scrambled to reach up and cover his smirking lips.

"Come on sweetheart, the neighbours already hate us, have some fun."

Jack:

Your hands were braced on his chest, firm and strong. He was big and sturdy, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other on your hip, thumb pointing down to give you that extra bit of stimulation as your hips rocked against his hard, a deep groan leaving his lips as his head fell back against the arm of the couch, his cock pressing deep into you, hitting parts that you'd previously never known about before meeting him. His hips rolled in tandem with yours, timing it just right so that he'd press in as you rocked back, sending him deeper into you in just the right way that made you feel like you were going to explode.

His eyes were glazed over as he brought his head back, low moans tumbling from his parted lips as he watched you ride him. One of your hands moved up and squeezed the base of his thick neck, earning a louder moan, his hips bucking up sharply, though he rubbed at your thigh in apology immediately after, he knew he had to behave. Sometimes him assuming that you had no ulterior motives to crawling into his lap had its benefits, like the flustered look on his face when you'd started griding your hips onto his only moments ago. He growled against your lips as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Fuck honey, keep going, just like that, I've needed it all day."

Gaia:

The first time he'd slotted his thigh between your legs while you were watching your show, you'd slapped it away playfully. He knew how much you liked this show, surely he wouldn't bother you while you were watching the new episode, right? But his thigh bumped between your legs again, and another time after that, one of his hands resting on your hips to guide them down on his leg, his other massaging the base of your throat. He was, apparently, going to make you miss this episode, forcing you to watch it some other time, which really wasn't the same. He nipped at the shell of your ear, impishly smiling at you when you glared at him from over your shoulder, though you both knew that it was half-hearted at best.

He had you grinding against his thigh on your own in no time, extremely proud of himself for providing the perfect distraction at just the right time, his own hips chasing yours with each roll forward and down, basking in your little whimpers and sighs as he brought pleasure to you, his hand rhythmically squeezing at the base of your neck in time with your increasingly desperate thrusts against his leg.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Can't focus?"

Kosho:

His hands, you decided, were fucking dangerous. You'd just been trying to snuggle up to him, it was cold tonight, and now you were pinned to his chest, squirming and bucking your hips as he fucked you on his fingers, his other hand holding your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his palm made a slick slapping noise whenever it made contact with your skin, pleasure rising from each forceful impact, each crook of his fingers. You could feel him, fully hard, pressed against your stomach, but he wasn't going to let you touch him yet.

No, that was for people who behaved and didn't make him lose his comfortable spot when he was so close to falling asleep. He wasn't genuinely mad, that you both knew, but he was going to make a point, and he was going to make sure that it got across before he gave you his dick. You made a choked noise as his fingers hit a spot that made you see stars, and he smirked.

"Are you warm enough now, babydoll?"

Kureha:

Cuddling with Kureha was dangerous for a multitude of reasons. For starters, sometimes he'd just sit in silence, and then come out and say that your heartbeat was irregular and that it was annoying him. Other times? Well, other times you'd wind up where you were now, with your legs over his shoulders as his mouth worked wonders on you on your couch, the freshly folded laundry knocked all over the floor during the excitement. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch, the angle awkward, but allowing for access.

Your movements were sloppy, because of course they were, he was making your brain leak out of your ears with what his tongue was doing to you, but he knew better than to expect perfection from you while he was going down on you, settling for the sloppy, jerky handjob he was getting from you, well aware that you'd get better after he helped you cum.

"Darling I love you, but if you don't give me some more grip, I'm going to lose it."

Retsu:

You loved how you could absolutely blindside this man by asking him to cuddle you. A quick cuddle on the couch, that was all you'd asked for, and he'd given it to you. What he hadn't realised was that it was all a clever ploy for you to find a way to suck his dick before he went and trained. He'd made some really good food for supper the night before, and now he was going to get cherished, absolutely fucking appreciated, the idiot.

Your head bobbed, and the couch groaned under the force of his grip, his hands shaking as he whined, hips shallowly bucking into your mouth, drool slicking his shaft, wanting to touch, but not wanting to at the same time. His face was bright red and twisted in pleasure, and if you could take a picture and frame it, you'd keep it beside your bed so you could see it every morning and every night.

"Love, please- Gods- Don't stop!"

Oliva:

Telling him about any of your fantasies was a huge mistake. Why? Because now he had you pegged. Literally and figuratively. He knew what you'd like, and he'd used that to get to where you where now, bouncing on his cock, your hands braced on his knees as his hand, settled on your lower back, guiding you up and down on him, that damn smirk playing across his lips, like he was proud of himself (he was, he absolutely was and he wouldn't hide that).

There was a brief moment where his guiding hand stopped, but only so that the other hand could give your ass a "light tap". The resounding slap rang out in the room, earning a strangled moan as you threw your head back, hearing that all too familiar chuckle.

"That's it honey, take it just like that."

Doppo:

You'd both had long days, so you'd settled for just lounging around the house, wrapped up in a blanket, watching whatever was on TV at the time. But Doppo had keen eyes and a golden tongue, he saw the way you'd kept rubbing your thighs together- hell, he'd felt it- and he wasn't about to let you end your night horny. And you would have appreciated that fact more if he hadn't put you in a damn headlock and decided to fuck your soul out. His hips pounded against yours, slick smeared across both of your skin, his arms powerful steel rods around your head and neck, choking, but not entirely.

Broken, garbled little sounds left your lips, but he only chuckled, pausing for only a second to readjust and reposition his hips to hit that spot he knew drove you absolutely insane and would usually have you cumming so hard you'd start crying, his arms flexing harder for just a moment, completely cutting off your air supply, and your eyes rolled. You could just see the proud smirk on his lips as he laughed breathlessly.

"Come on baby, I said I'd make it all better, didn't I?"

Shibukawa:

You really should have known that you couldn't out-sly the master. You thought you were being clever by offering him your lap so you could cop a feel, but that hadn't turned out the way you were expecting at all. As it stood, he currently had you pinned to the ground and was fucking your thighs almost painfully slowly, chuckling in your ear. He was so close, yet so far from you, and it drove you mad with need.

He wasn't evil, of course, just mischievous, so he was kind enough to at least direct his thrusts upwards once in a while for a short period so you'd get some stimulation beyond in your thighs, his grip so firm that it was almost guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to writhe away.

"Do you see now darling? You can't pull a fast one on me."

Yanagi:

His hand covered your mouth, but he wasn't trying to kill you. No, he was trying to shut you up so you wouldn't make the neighbours freak out and call the cops as he slammed his hips against yours, your eyes rolling back as he hit a spot that made you see stars. All of this because you insisted on being so needy right after his escape from prison. His hand came down on your ass again, earning a jolt as the sharp sting shot through your body like a gun.

His fingers flexed, moving slightly, making sure that his palm wouldn't entirely cover your mouth so you could breathe, but they immediately moved back at the loud sob you let out as he hissed sharply, sucking air in through his teeth.

"Now now sweetheart, if you keep making noises like that I'll have to leave."

Motobe:

You thought you'd won the lottery by getting Motobe to cuddle with you. He was warm, comfortable, and relaxed. And then he'd started cleaning his damn sword. Of course, you could still relax, hell, you even started to drift off to sleep until the movement of his arms changed slightly, a new, slick noise rousing you from your dozing. His breath came out in short pants as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it around his shaft as he kissed your forehead. Not this was a sword you could get behind cleaning.

Of course, there was something much better at cleaning his sword than your hand, and he wasted no time sinking straight into the hilt, earning a long whine as he pulled you down onto his hips, smirking up at you as your hips rolled and bucked against his, desperate for some form of relief, your hands braced on his shoulders, gasping as he simply leaned back, lighting and taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched you bounce on his cock.

"There you go baby, take care of me just like that."

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