#yujiro x y/n

[kengan-daddies]

The First Wife of Yujiro Hanma, (Y/n) Hanma

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre Character : Yujiro Hanma Warning : Corrupted beliefs about love

The First Wife of Yujiro Hanma, (Y/N) Hanma

The First Wife of Yujiro Hanma, (Y/N) Hanma

Being a wife was already a big job, it's her job to reflect her husband. How she acts reflects how much balance there is in the relationship. How she presents herself, shows how taken care of she is. How she speaks, represents her respect for herself and her husband. The wife can tell a lot about how the relationship is. If she's tense then that could mean her husband is abusive or he's a cheater. If she's relaxed, that could mean that her husband is understanding or easygoing. If she's aggressive, that could mean he's a pushover or too childish. If quiet, that could mean her husband is satisfying or picky. These same rules, however, apply to the husband as well. It's a two-way street.

But, being Yujiro Hanma's wife was a different story entirely. He was never enough of anything, he wasn't around too much nor gone too much, he wasn't too mean nor too nice, he wasn't too understanding or too close-minded, he wasn't picky nor too lenient. He was a perfect combination yet still overwhelming. It was truly a questionable mindset that the man had. You've learned to be the type of woman he wanted, You've learned to be distant and how to play the game of tug and pull.

Yujuro wasn't a man who wanted a clingy woman, nor did he want an insanely strong one. He's just a man who wants a woman who would be in his life at the most rarest of times. Meaning he didn't care if you lived with him or not, he didn't care if you went on about your life and not even think of him, he didn't care if you spent his money up, he didn't care if you went off and had an affair. All that mattered to him was that you were there when he needed you most. Whether it's for sex, a form of comfort, support, or his son. It had to be for things he had a hard time processing, yet he'd never admit it. He was a man first and a warrior second. He didn't believe in love. He just believed in survival.

You have sex to get stronger for pleasure, to spread your seed, and to populate. You cuddle for comfort, warmth, and stability, you date out of boredom, out of wonderment, and possession. There is no 'love', it's just desire, possessiveness, and wonderment. To use the word 'love' is to hide your true nature... that was Yujurio's belief. You've learned how to work around it, how to make him question his own beliefs, make him do more than just 'desire you', you make him actually want you to be around, to make him actually want you to want his touch, his attention.

And all because you've done what he's done to you. He's ignored you, pushed you to the side, treated you like an annoyance, never wants to be around you... so you returned his actions in kind. You ignored him, pushed him to the side, treated him like he was an annoyance, never cared to even give him the time of day.... and it worked... at first, he didn't care, he was actually pleased at one time. But as time went on, he began to crave you, he began coming to visit you more often, he stayed the nights, he'd cuddle and take you on dates, and he even moved you into his home. He became possessive of you, he ran off all of your boy toys and kept you close to him.

He'd take you shopping and would bicker with you over the prices even though he didn't actually care, he just wanted to be domestic with you. He even let you be in Baki's life as a real stepmother, in the end, you truly were the first wife, of Yujiro Hanma.

[mothwingwritings]

Paradise

Fem!Reader X Yujiro Hanma

Companion piece/continuation of THIS, THIS, and THIS.

Waaaaah I am so sorry this is what… Months late? A year late? (;テ﹏テ) So much has happened in the past few months that held this up and I apologize. I know I even promised to have it done by the end of February and now we are well into April. :(  Truly, I think the moral of this tale is that I never need to make deadlines because I will inevitably break them due to some bs and then everyone will be sad (me included), the end lul.

BUT, here it is! The next (and most likely final maybe?) part of the Yujiro step father saga! At a whopping 18k+ words it has dethroned my Taiju fic as the longest thing I have posted here. That being said, it low-key killed me and though I knew what direction I wanted to go, I am still unsure if I met the overall goal I was going for here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I have been working on it so long I feel like the longer I stare at it the more of a blur it becomes so the editing may be kind ass too and for that I am sorry.  

Regardless, I present it to you with all my love and affection, mwah mwah mwah, thank you for putting up with me and how long I take to do literally anything I love you all and you are the best! ♡( ❛ั  દ  ❛ั ) I hope you all enjoy!!! <3

WARNINGS: Stepcest, noncon, dubcon, explicit NSF DOUBLE U this so 18+ only please, vulgar language and obnoxious condescending pet names, Yujiro being a huge asshole (as always), oral sex (reader giving and receiving), sex in general, forced cheating, general possessive yandere tones, brief mentions of death/suicide, reader getting generally fucked up in every way they possibly can.

(As a side note… Why do I always have to give Katsumi the short end of the stick? Can’t he just be happy? Can’t nice things happen to him? He is best boy and doesn’t deserve this and I am shaming myself for how I keep cucking him in my fics looooooool)

Sweat poured off you in buckets, drenching your clothes until they clung uncomfortably to your body. Breathing came in jagged gulps, tearing through your lungs and burning up your throat. Exhausted, your body had slumped over in defeat, hands gripping tightly just above your quivering knees, holding on in fear of toppling over.

But even as you barely clung on, you felt accomplished.

“Look at that improvement!”

You glanced up at your ‘teacher’ Katsumi, a broad smile plastered against his handsome face. You noted that even with all the work the two of you just put in, he didn’t look nearly as worn out as you did. His gi was immaculate, so pristine it seemed to glow, nary a crease or wrinkle upon its surface. Compared to the soggy mess you were, the difference in appearance was laughable. He looked like he just got done with warm up stretches, and you looked like a drowned rat.

However your appearance was of no consequence to the karate master, his eyes beaming down on you shone with an immense pride so infectious that you couldn’t help but reciprocate. Katsumi was always kind and patient with you, never once chiding you on your struggles or lack of skill. If anything, the support he provided you bordered on unjustified. You were just some nobody in a dojo of thousands, and yet he took time out of his busy schedule each day just to train with you.

What started as simple self-defense techniques taught in between his other classes, eventually turned into full on tutoring lessons. He even presented you with your own gi at some point, which you donned proudly, even if you didn’t quite feel as if you had earned the right to wear it yet.

“The baby bird may even be ready to leave the nest soon.”

You snorted, “Thank you, but I think I am a far cry from that. I can barely do half the basic strikes correctly, let alone consider myself a martial artist.” You smiled at him, “Sorry, but looks like you are gonna be stuck with me as a pupil for quite some time.”

His grin grew, “Well I think you sell yourself short, but I won’t lie to myself and say I’m not happy to hear it. I’d be lonely with you off going off kicking ass in other parts of the dojo without me by your side.” He finished his sentence with a coy wink.

You were glad your face was already red from exertion, otherwise the red tint of your cheeks would have been painfully obvious to the man before you.  

You had been more or less living with the Orochi family since you left your apartment. After coming clean to your brother’s over what their father had done to you, it was universally decided that this was the best option. Staying with Baki was inviting more run-ins with the ogre, and living with Jack and his drug dependency would only cause you more duress.  Neither brother was keen on causing more upsets in your life after what you had been through.

Both men furious when you first broke the situation down to them. You weaved your tale in between sobs, nearly incoherent with how much you were wheezing and blubbering. Looking at their intense expressions through teary eyes, you weren’t even sure you were getting your point across to them. Your outburst felt infantile and your vulnerability with them embarrassed you greatly, but once you started you couldn’t stop.

“He forced himself on you?” Jack was the first to comment on your confession, the malice in his voice thick as he spoke. “Yurjiro Hanma broke into your living space and molested you?”

It was worded as a question, but there was no hint of doubt in Jack’s voice.  His lip curled into a snarl, meaty hands squeezing into tight fists by his side. His breathing grew labored as he shot up from his seated position. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” he seethed, “It’s not enough that he destroys our lives, now he is getting his kicks fucking up our sister? He’s dead.”

You shrank under Jack’s intensity, wringing your sweat ridden hands in your laps. Even as you relayed the horrible truth, you were unsure if this was the right thing to do. Could you truly predict the repercussions of this confession? Watching your brothers visibly tense as you tattled about Yujiro, the oppressive anger that radiated from Jack that grew with each word spoken… You couldn’t help but feel that this could lead nowhere good.

You were beginning to wish you kept your mouth shut.

“I just…” Baki stared at you, a look of shock on his face, “Yujiro did that to you? The night you came home from my place?”

After a nod of confirmation, he spoke through gritted teeth, “If I would have known… If I would have fucking known he was here waiting for you…”

A heavy silence fell over the three of you as a sense of tremendous unease lingered in the confining apartment walls. Each word spoke on the matter made you relive the scenario over again, making you feel pitiful and weak, unable to do anything but cry and cause your siblings to fret over you. You should have never heaped this burden on their shoulders. Your brothers had their own lives and problems to worry about without you adding to their issues. It was selfish, and seeing them ruminate over you in deep concern left you drowning in your guilt.

You never much cared for fighting, but in the moment you wished more than anything you had the strength they had.  If only you were strong enough to handle this on your own, things would never have arrived at this point.

Even still, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. Through the grime of what was done to you, you found an ounce of peace in knowing that your brothers had your back in this, even if you were against an insurmountable force. You were no longer alone.

“P-please,” your voice warbled out to them, “Please don’t go after him. Please…” Even more tears flooded your eyes, “I don’t know what I would do if he killed you.”

Both men glanced at each other, their anger waning slightly hearing the heartache in your voice. After they came to an unspoken agreement, Baki latched his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I should have never let you walk home alone,” the vibrations from his voice buzzed in your ear, “If I had been there… (Name), I am so sorry. This will never happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”

“WE’LL make sure of it,” Jack cut in, kneeling down to better face you, “We both let you down by not protecting you from this, so I’ll be damned if I let him corner you again.”

You shook your head slightly, wiping the tears from your eyes. “It’s not your fault. Please, don’t blame yourselves for this. There was… I mean, there is no real way to stop him, is there? Even with how strong the two of you are,” you leaned in harder against Baki, “he’ll do what he wants. He’d rip through us all and not care in the slightest.”

“It won’t happen.” Baki’s voice sounded resolute as he latched on tighter, pulling you in even closer. “That will never happen. I don’t care if I have to chain you to me, he’ll never get close to you again, at least not without me there to protect you.”

Jack cracked a smile, “It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth. He’s tries anymore shit and he’ll be getting his fair share of hell from me as well.”

You smiled at your brothers, bottom lip quivering as you pulled away from Baki.

“Thank you,” you sniffled, “Thank you so much. I love you guys.” You inhaled sharply, “And I’m sorry I kept this from you.”

Jack placed his hand on your head, enveloping the entire crown. He tousled your hair, shooting you a lop-sided smile.

“There is no need for an apology. What else are brothers for?”

~

That was nearly eleven months ago.

Almost an entire year had gone by since that day, and in that time so many things had changed. After deliberation it was decided staying with the Orochi’s was the safest option for you. Not only were you already familiar with them, having known Doppo since Baki became acquainted with him, but Doppo was a ‘friend’ of sorts to Yujiro. Or at the very least, he was someone the ogre mildly respected. Even if he was a brute, Yujiro had a level of decorum and was not in the market to show rudeness to those he deemed worthy of his acquaintance.

This ultimately meant that out of anyplace, the Shinshinkai dojo was one of the safest places you could conceivably stay. And honestly, you were fine just staying in the dojo itself. There were plenty of unoccupied beds for if anyone got injured and needed to rest, a fully stocked kitchen, plenty of showers and changing rooms, it was near a train station so you could still make it to work, and best of all no matter what time it was, there were always people nearby.

Yet this didn’t sit right with Doppo, and it wasn’t long before he began to insist that you stay with him and his wife at his house. You politely declined several times, not wanting to cause any upheaval to their daily lives. But Doppo wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he kept pushing until you finally gave in.

Your reception into their home was warm, Natsue introducing herself with a tight hug the moment you made it past their front door. She showed you around their beautiful and charmingly antiquated home, the whole time gushing about how excited she was to have a girl in their house (turns out though she undeniably loved her son, she always wanted a daughter of her own), and how with such a big house things could get lonely, but now it would no longer be an issue.

Realizing you may be with them for the long haul, you did what you could to help around their house. Whatever chores needed done, you were on it. Though they said it wasn’t necessary, you helped with groceries and cooking as well, and set aside some money each month as a form of rent. It was always a struggle to give it to them, but you were adamant about not taking advantage of their hospitality and your stubbornness always won in the end.

And for months, you remained happy with them in their home. Each time you sat down to dinner, or were greeted after coming home from work, you realized a bit forlornly that this must be what having a true family felt like. The sense of harmony and belonging you felt in their company was unlike anything you had ever felt with your own family, and you treasured each moment you spent in their presence.

Yet still, things weren’t perfect. You hadn’t forgotten in the slightest why you were in this position to begin with. As long as Yujiro was still an issue, your safety and freedom was on the line. You would often wonder if you would have to worry about this the rest of your life, relying on the kindness and protection of others to live with a modicum of normalcy. That niggling question ate away at you ceaselessly, upsetting you greatly.

It didn’t matter how many times you were told otherwise, you simply couldn’t shake the feeling of being a burden. It was ridiculous that you had to stay locked up in a literal complex of fighters to feel even remotely safe, and even still you worried what would happen if Yujiro showed up. To make matters worse, someone had to accompany you to and from work and errands, keeping watch until you safely made it in and out of buildings. You felt like a child, weak and without autonomy, and that planted seeds of rage within you.

For this reason, you approached Katsumi to train you.

You were worried he would tease you, seeing as you weren’t the most athletic person in the world and your familiarity with any form of martial arts went little beyond what you saw in your brother’s matches. However he was delighted when you shyly breached the topic, lighting up like a Christmas tree before the request even fully left your lips.

“Of course I’ll help train you,” he laughed, “I’d love too! Not to gloat or anything, but you couldn’t have picked a better teacher. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be a true force of nature.”

You weren’t delusional, you knew there was no way you could ever put a dent in Yujiro let alone hope to defeat him. But waiting around like a sitting duck wasn’t ideal either, so you knew you had to act unless you wanted to be stuck slinking around in fear for the rest of your life. Leeching off people for protection was not how you wanted to be spending the rest of your days.

And besides, at the very least learning basic defense made you feel better. Maybe you could never take on Yujiro Hanma (or really anyone else in the dojo, for that matter), but hopefully any other bozo trying to mess with you on the street had another thing coming.

~

Katsumi placed his hand on the small of your back, the gentle touch drawing you back to the present.

“You alright (name),” he spoke evenly, giving your back a small rub “I didn’t push you too hard, did I?”

You shook your head, “No of course not! Sorry for zoning out, I just kinda got lost in thought for a minute.”

He frowned, “I hope those thought’s didn’t include Yujiro, did they?”

You cursed Katsumi’s intuitive nature, your body jerking at the sound of that monsters name. Months later, and even a mention of that bastard still made your skin crawl.

Noting this, Katsumi sighed deeply, “If that asshole even so much as sticks one toe on Shinshinkai property, he’s gonna have the entire force of the dojo on him, and I will be leading the charge.” He smiled at you warmly, his arm moving to snake around your shoulders, “Besides, I wasn’t just being nice when I said you are improving. You pack a bite now, so if he tries to pull anymore shit with you he has it coming to him one way or another.”

You smiled at Katsumi, instantly eased by his words and the feel of his warm, strong body pressed to your side. “You’re right. Thank you for the reminder, teach.”

“Anytime, you are my favorite pupil after all.” He playfully shook you, getting you to move with him towards the exit. “Now I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite. Let’s get cleaned up and we’ll go out someplace. You pick, it’ll be my treat.”

~

“Are you sure you are going to be alright?”

His words were followed with a heavy sigh. His hands rested on his hips, muscled body lurching slightly with the bounce of his foot. Dark eyes scrutinized you as he stood in the doorway, packed bags sprawled at his feet.  

“Yes Katsu,” you laughed teasingly, “I’m sure I can manage a week on my own in a fortified bunker surrounded by only the best that shinshinkai has to offer, though it will be terribly hard to get by without my favorite eye candy to ogle at.”

He fought a smirk tugging at his lips, his composure winning over your playful remark. “You’re real cute, but I’m not kidding around right now. Doppo will be gone too, so if anything were to happen while we’re gone…”

You walked closer to him, your smile softening, “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been with you guys just over a year at this point and nothing bad has happened to me in that time. Nothing will happen either, even if you go on your trip.” His stern expression didn’t waiver after your assurances, causing you to let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll be safe here, and if necessary Baki and Jack are never too far away. I want you to go on this trip and have fun, you deserve this.”

His anxiety finally relented, a soft smile tugging at his lips as his shoulders relaxed. The warmth in his eyes as they held you made your heart flutter, his expression making you want to contradict yourself and jump into his arms, beg him to stay with you.

You had only been official with Katsumi a few months and though you knew it may be silly to think such a way, you couldn’t help but feel like he was the one for you. For quite a while you had pushed your burgeoning crush on him to the side, convincing yourself the time he spent with you and how he treated you was just him being nice and that he treated everyone that way. All the places he took you, little things he bought for you, alone time he set aside for you, were just him being friendly and nothing more. Every action Katsumi did was just him being a good friend after your life had been turned upside down.

Needless to say, you were the only one truly shocked when he confessed his feelings for you. Apparently the dojo (including his father) had been egging him on for months to just confess to you already, get it over with before one of them did it for him. The confession only took him so long because he had also convinced himself that you weren’t really that interested in him, only agreeing to spend time with him as a thank you to his family for taking you in.

It was funny how love worked sometimes.

You gave some pushback at his initial proposal to be his girl. Not because you didn’t want it, but because even with all the time that had passed without a peep from Yujiro, you were still concerned. What horrible thing may he do if he found out you had a significant other, you wondered? And would it be worse if he knew it was the son of Doppo you had chosen to be intimate with?

But none of that fazed Katsumi, and the more he assuaged your concerns the more you realized that Yujiro be damned, this was a happiness you truly wanted and deserved. You could spend your whole life worrying and dwelling on what ifs and maybes, or you could let yourself live and be with the person your heart yearned for.

You became official that very day.

And now, here you were. This would be the first time since you started dating Katsumi that you would be away from each other for an elongated amount of time, leaving you both feeling a mix of antsy and excited. There was an important mixed-martial arts summit being held a few cities over that Doppo and Katsumi were invited to attend and lead a workshop. It was an honor to even be invited, let alone host an event there, and the whole dojo was buzzing with anticipation at the recognition. You too were thrilled, knowing firsthand the blood sweat and tears the Orochi family breathed into their craft and had spent their whole lives perfecting. In your eyes, the least they deserved was a moment’s recognition.

But for Katsumi the joy of this honor was marred by other concerns, namely you. This summit was strictly an admittance through invitation only event, and since the attendees only included martial artists, it made sense that your name was not on the guest list. He had begged the host of the event to make an exception, but they were resolute. The little karate you had learned from Katsumi couldn’t qualify you to get you in, so you had to stay behind.

Worry wore heavy on his features whenever the topic of leaving you behind was mentioned. After pledging himself as your personal body guard the past few months, it was no simple feat for him to just neglect this self-imposed duty. No amount of reassurance on your end could curtail this either, all your efforts and reminders that you would still be housed in a dojo of hundreds of seasoned fighters falling on deaf ears.

But you persisted, imposing on him the importance of going to this event for not just him, but the entirety of the dojo. If he stuck behind and missed out on such an opportunity because of you, you wouldn’t be able to forgive him, let alone yourself. You weren’t going to let lingering paranoia rob him of his moment.

In the end you were victorious, and now the time for departure had finally arrived.

Giving him a soft shove towards the door, you stared up at him with a bright smile. “Go and make us proud, Katsumi. I’ll be waiting here on baited breath to hear all about your tales of heroism after you best all your foes in the arena.”

He gave a sharp laugh, “I thought I was going to a fighting expo, not a gladiator tournament.” He stared down at you with soft eyes before scooping your into his tight embrace, “I’ll go, and I will make you proud, but every moment I’m there I will be counting down the seconds until I get to hold you again.”

He finished by planting a firm, lingering kiss on your lips. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer. “I’ll miss you too,” you spoke in between kisses, “And when you come back, I will give you a return befitting of champion~.”

~

Katsumi had only been gone for roughly an hour, and already you felt a bit lost.

You had taken the day off to bid him farewell, but now that he and nearly half the dojo had departed, you were left wandering the mostly empty halls looking for little things to do here and there to keep you preoccupied.

After some pondering, you had finally settled on clearing out some of the old storage rooms in the facility. You were no stranger to helping out at Shinshinkai, it had become a secondary home to you after all. And as such, you had compiled busy work lists here and there for moments just like this, storage room cleaning being at the top of said lists.

The back store room was the worst offender. Years of built up equipment and boxes were compacted floor to ceiling in the moderately sized room, packed so full it blocked out most of the light from the ceiling fluorescents. It was the farthest storage room from any of the training halls, so everything inside the boxes had long since been abandoned. Old paraphernalia and appliances that had been replaced by newer and better models resided forgotten in the packages, with no use other than to take up space. It was tedious work, but after around three and a half hours you had made a real dent in the mess. You were left with two full flat beds, one full of donations of equipment that could be used elsewhere, and another full of broken and worn out items that needed to be carted to the trash.

Deciding to handle the latter first, you pushed the overflowing cart out the back door. Quite proud of yourself for not knocking over a single item after you had squeezed your way through the small door, you proceeding to make your way across the parking lot to the dumpster that sat on the far end.

It was then that a jet black car rushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

Riddled with confusion, you stared blankly at your reflection in its shiny veneer. You heard the engine cut, and began to grow annoyed. They had stopped right in front of you, parking in an area that wasn’t even a parking spot, in a lot that was almost entirely empty. There was no way they didn’t see you coming either, as you were hauling a small mountain of trash in your wake.

You huffed, and made a move to maneuver around whoever this self-important, luxury car driving jack ass was, when one of the passenger doors opened.

It felt as if the world had come to a crashing halt as your eyes landed upon the man who exited the vehicle.

Wild red hair was the first thing you saw, creeping up slowly from behind the vehicle until his tanned face came into view. Dark sunglasses adorned him, covering his eyes completely as his head swiveled your way. It was a mercy that the black lenses kept you from seeing the way his shone upon seeing you. Dramatic eyebrows creased slightly as he stood to his full height, the only sign of annoyance on his otherwise passive face. A dreadful grin smeared across his lips as his attention focused fully your way. He slung an arm lazily over the side of the car door, staring down as nose at you in the most condescending pose you had ever seen.

“Well here she is,” he jeered, “My (name). I can see they are putting you to work. Are you enjoying trash duty?”

“What are you doing here?”

You were surprised you found words, let alone the ability to speak them. As if you had been electrocuted, your entire body had short circuited and was now unresponsive and numb. All you could do was stand there dumbly, immobilized by this unfortunate turn of events.

His smile grew as he shook his head, lazily removing his sunglasses so he could peer at you unobscured.

“It’s it obvious?” he snorted, speaking as if his appearance was the most natural thing in the world. He flicked his head to someone else in the car, and on cue Strydum stepped from the opposite side of the car. He stood to the side as he offered his hand to you, beckoning you to enter the vehicle. Unlike Yujiro, he refused to make eye contact.

“We’re here to pick you up.”

~

Discomfort wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the situation you had found yourself in.

Sandwiched between the two men, you focused on making yourself as small as possible, doing your best to not have a limb graze either Yujiro or Strydum. With such imposing figures flanking you on either side, there was little room in the back seat to begin with, so trying to remain distantly spaced from either person was taking skill and constantly vigilance. Both men’s bodies were still as stone, but you were thankful that Strydum at least was trying to give you as much space as possible. Yujiro seemed perfectly content to splay himself out as much as he could, not giving a shit whose comfort he may be disrupting.

“… Where are we going?” You finally worked up the courage to ask, a slight shake in your voice. After nearly 30 minutes of driving, it was pretty apparent neither party was going to tell you on their own.

“That’s actually-“

Strydum began to speak, but was instantly hushed by a sharp glare from the ogre. “Well… That’s classified for right now Miss (name).”

“You’ll find out for yourself soon enough,” Yujiro grunted, shooting a cocky half smile your way. “Relax, you aren’t being kidnapped. Think of this as a family vacation.”

You held off on commenting that forcing someone into your vehicle against their will and whisking them off to god knows where was the definition of kidnapping. Fighting back your mounting nerves, you stared at your fidgety hands as they quaked under the force of your clench.

“I can’t just up and leave,” you countered, “People will be looking for me if I don’t tell them I’m heading out. “

“What are you, a baby?” Yujiro sneered. Your shoulders slouched at his gripe. “You’re an adult woman, you don’t need to ask permission to go out or alert anyone when you are spending time with your own father.”

Silence fell over the vehicle as you sniffled, struggling to hold back tears. You should have been smart and had someone help you with organizing. All that work was too much for one person anyway, you were sure someone on duty or getting done with practice would have been happy to help you. Hell, even Baki or Jack would have come if you asked, granted they were free for the day.

If only you hadn’t been stupid and let your guard down.

But now, here you were, stuck in the absolute worst position you could be in. With no idea what the final destination may be and no conceivable exit route, you felt helplessly trapped. There weren’t very many outcomes to this endeavor that you could imagine happening, and of those few outcomes none of them were anything pleasant, or in your favor.

“Now keep your mouth shut and enjoy the trip,” Yujiro finished, adjusting his body into a more comfortable position. “It’s not often I treat people to entire vacations, so it would be wise to not be a little bitch and show me some appreciation.”

Your heart plummeted at his thinly veiled threat. Blood trickled from your palms as your nails bit into the tender flesh, snaking across your skin to stain the fabric of your pants. Though your hands throbbed in pain, you squeezed them tighter. The pain at least distracted you, gave you something to focus on besides your impending doom.

~

Your final destination was not at all what you had in mind.

After just over two hours of extremely tense travel, you arrived at some manor of gated resort. You were nowhere near any kind of tropics, but if you woke up here with no recollection of where you were, it could have fooled you. A cobbled path lead to an elaborate oasis, the entryway lined with palm trees and fat hibiscus flowers in varying vibrant shades. A large fountain greeted you by the entrance, playful marble dolphins spewing cascades of water through their blow holes and snouts, which trickled down into the clear blue pools that waited below. Even the wind around this place seemed tropical, the cooling breeze carrying hints of coconut and sea water.

Judging by the red carpet reception as soon as your car pulled up to the entryway, followed by the forced, nervous smiles all the employees were donning as you exited the vehicle, you had an inkling this was a joint Yujiro had been to previously, possibly even frequented. You felt on edge for the bellboy stumbling beside you, his anxiety palpable as he fought to remain composed and professional in Yujiro’s presence. You considered helping him with the luggage, but ultimately decided against it. That would probably make the poor kid more of a target than anything.

You were lead inside to an equally grand looking reception area, simple yet elegant architecture housing a large seating area that overlooked a vast pool, which seemed to be the gem of the resort. From what you could see, they went above and beyond to make it look like a mini beach, sandy shore and palm trees included. Subtle waves lapped up on the sand (most likely controlled by machinery hidden in the rock forms surrounding the pool), making a perfect imitation of the real thing. The entire area was blocked off from the rest of the world by a huge rock structure that was no doubt manmade, but was just as convincing as the rest of the décor. A gentle waterfall spilled down the center of it, twin water slides nestled somewhere in back exiting out through holes in the rocks on either side. From up on the overlook, you could see the tops of the cities buildings peaking up in the foreground, but down below you were sure nothing about the city was noticeable at all.

This place was no doubt a vacation hot spot, and you were surprised that you had never heard of it prior with it being so close to home. However, what was even more surprising was that the place was completely barren save for yourself, Yujiro, Strydum, and the staff. It wasn’t necessarily the prime time for vacation, yet you figured such a lavish place would have some amount of guests at any given time.

“It’s wonderful to have you as a guest again sir,” a man spoke behind you. You turned to him slightly, coming to the quick conclusion based on his attire and the way he carried himself, that he must have been the owner. He seemed calm save for the slow wringing of his hands, and sweaty forehead that shone in the overhead lights glow. “I took extra care to make sure everything was to your specifications. All other guests have vacated, leaving the entire facility open to solely you and your companions.”

Yujiro grumbled, “Good. Take her to her room.”

And just like that, you were whisked away once more.

The same bell hop who struggled under Yujiro’s overwhelming aura was the one to lead the way, and seemed more than happy to do so. He was like a different person when it was just the two of you, chatty and congenial, he spoke so quickly and passionately about the hotel retreat and all it had to offer, you could comment little more than an occasional ‘wow’ or ‘mhm’ before he spoke up again.

After an elevator ride and a trek through several hallways, you had arrived at your destination.

You held your breath as the bell boy opened the door, ushering you into the suite. It was impressively large, looking like it was meant for an entire family and not just an individual. In fact, the suite was maybe even larger than your previous apartment, complete with a small kitchen area and a dining section to match. A huge four post bed sat against the wall, adorned with plush sheets and pillows in a subdued red shade, trimmed with gold. There was a roomy balcony that over looked the pool, offering quite the view of the city that you couldn’t see from the main entrance.

A welcome gift sat on an island near the eating area, ornately decorated with bright packaging and colorful balloons. Various (no doubt expensive) alcohol bottles and snacks popped up amongst the wrappings, lying in wait for your consumption. The bell boy was quick to place the luggage atop the bed luggage that was definitely not your own. This would normally make you concerned that perhaps someone was planning to share the room with you, were it not for the obnoxiously bright pink shade of the suitcase in question. It was not something you could picture Yujiro Hanma using, not even as some sort of joke.

“Is it to your liking?”

You were startled back to reality by the bell hops question. “Oh, yes, it’s super nice.” You took another quick look around, stepping further into the suite. “It’s very big too…”

“Indeed it is,” he beamed at you, “It will be very relaxing, I hope, to have so much room to yourself.”

You sighed in relief, “So, I will be in here on my own then?”

He nodded, “Yes. Mister Hanma has the room at the opposite end of the hall. Mister Strydum will be right next door to you.”

His words put you at ease. You didn’t want to be here at all, if you could leave right now without repercussions you would be gone in a heartbeat.  But since you were essentially trapped, the best outcome you could think of was having a room to yourself with a buffer of Strydum in between you and wherever Yujiro was staying.

“It’s nice, you know.” The bell boy spoke, a small smile on his face. His voice sounded the slightest bit dreamy.

“…Pardon?” You questioned, shooting him a quizzical look.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” the boy appeared flustered, a red hue coming to his cheeks, “I meant it’s kind of nice knowing that someone as scary as Mister Hanma has such a kind wife. I was really worried you would be as intimidating as he is!”

The boy finished with a laugh, but you were so struck by his words that you were momentarily left speechless. When you found the ability to respond, you couldn’t help but voice your dissatisfaction with his statement.

“His wife?” Is that what these people thought you were? You shivered, the mere thought of someone else viewing you as Yujiro Hanma’s spouse made your blood boil.

“Yes,” it was his turn to seem confused, “You are Missus Hanma, are you not? That’s what the guest list stated at least. It’s a bit weird to have wife and husband staying in a different room, but-“

“I am NOT his wife,” your words were sharp, “I don’t know who told you that, but it’s incorrect. Please get your records straight.”

You felt a tinge of remorse when you saw the bell hop shrink in on himself. “Of course miss, I apologize. I didn’t mean to offend you. Please forget I said anything, and I hope you enjoy your stay.”

With a quick bow, he fled the room, closing the door briskly behind him.

If only you could strangle the ogre with your own two hands.

After hearing his feet rapidly retreat down the hall, you realized you were completely alone for the first time since encountering Yujiro. You had left your phone at the dojo, not intending nor expecting to be spirited away to resort the moment you set foot outside. You cautiously eyed the bedside table to see if an in room phone was provided, but the wooden surface was barren. You sighed heavily, even if there was a phone you could use, you weren’t sure if you could trust it to not be bugged.

You slowly and meticulously made a sweep of the suite, attempting to see if you could spot any camera’s or potential listening devices. The search came up empty, but you were unable to find much comfort in that fact knowing that Yuujiro Hanma would be staying just down the hall from you. Unease once more crept over you, growing by the moment. It was not a good thing, being stuck in his presence with no conceivable escape route in an unknown area, but at the very least you knew where he was. Yet still, this resort seemed massive, and keeping tabs on him at all times sounded exhausting, if not impossible. Who knows when you may unwittingly bump into him once you leave this room?

Making your way to the extravagant bed, you noted the suitcase the bellhop had brought in was nestled amongst the pillowy comforter. You tentatively opened the zipper, finding several days’ worth of clothing tucked neatly inside. None of it was your own clothes, but as you pulled each item out piece by piece you discovered that all of it was sized perfectly for you, from the flannel pajamas to the concerningly skimpy bikini.

You flung yourself down on the bed, closing your eyes as its plushness enveloped you. This vacation was going to be a nightmare.

~

For the next two days you stayed holed up in your hotel room. The first 24hours of the stay was hell, as you remained awake through the night in a constant state of fear that your room would be broken into. It was silly, but your barricaded the door with every piece of furniture you were able to move, barring off the entrance in an attempt to protect yourself from the ogre.

The first full day at the resort preceded much the same, with you remaining locked up in your room in a state of constant, jitter inducing, anxiety over what was going to happen next. You had mulled for hours over why he could have possibly brought you here, the thought plaguing your mind until you felt it would drive you insane. There was no way there could be a peaceful outcome to all this, but at the same time, why hadn’t he made a move? The only people who had come by till this point had been room service and Strydum to check on you. What was Yujiro’s purpose for waiting?

Finally, on the third day, he made a brief appearance.

“I’ll be gone for the day.” His rumbling voice outside your door alarmed you, as you hadn’t even heard someone come down the hall. You rushed to the door to press yourself against the furniture surrounding it. Your malnourished, worn out frame offered little protective power against the monster that lurked outside. You were running on little, if any, sleep, and the food you were able to force down your throat the past few days could only be considered snack food. You were a wreck, and as your shaky arms pushed with what little might they held, you felt yourself worsening.

It pissed you off, all the effort Katsumi put into your training felt squandered. You should be better than this.

“I’ll back tomorrow. Respond if you hear me.”

“O-okay?” You stuttered, bracing yourself for his next command.

But that command never came, and after several minutes of heavy silence you began to wonder if he was still out there at all. You tentatively stepped towards the intercom system that was mounted on the wall next to the door, your only means of communication with the outside world for these past few days.

A chirpy, cheerful feminine voice responded when you answered the call. You grimaced, her voice coming through much louder than you wanted.  As softly as you could while still being heard, you asked if Yujiro had indeed left the establishment, not fully believing you could be that lucky. The chipper voice stated that he had departed with Strydum just moments before you had dialed down.

A great wave of relief rushed over your body as you thanked her for the news. Part of you still didn’t trust that you were in relative safety, but why would she lie? Besides, she sounded a bit pleased to be out of his presence as well.

This was an opportunity you wouldn’t squander.

After a much needed nap, you worked up the courage to explore your surroundings.  Slowly you crept through the halls of the barren resort, peeking in at the varying saunas, suites, and indoor pools. The entire building was gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but feel a little enchanted as you made your way through themed tiki bars and a vibrant, noisy arcade. The place even had its own bowling alley and a small, personal movie theater which played a constant stream of classic movies from all over the world.

However the outdoor pool was the most impressive by far. Seeing the elaborate setup through the window was already incredible, but standing amongst it was something else entirely. It truly felt as if you had been picked up and planted in some far away tropical paradise, where your only concerns were basking in the sun and splashing in the warm salt water.

A staff member was quick to approach you when you made your way outside, offering you an assortment of fruity drinks and tasty treats to sate your palate. Your first reaction was to decline his offer, not wanting to be too much of a bother to the lone man working the bar. But your stomach grumbled in retaliation, something he picked up on with a hearty laugh. With a smile he assured you he would have something out quickly, on the house of course.

A swell of happiness bloomed inside you as you ate at the bar. The man was jovial, and a good conversationalist. You were pleased to be able to speak with another human, shoot the shit and find out a little about what had been going on in the world since you had been cut off the past few days.  When you went to leave, you thanked him for his trouble which garnered another laugh as he reminded you that you were no trouble at all, seeing that you were the only patron they currently had.

A small frown graced your lips as you made your way back to the pseudo beach, slurping on the remnants of the drink the man had prepared for you. Not only had Yujiro cleared the place, but he himself wasn’t utilizing any of the resorts features?

… Was this all just for you?

You shook your head quickly, immediately dispelling the thought. It was impossible for a self-centered monster that had spent your entire life abusing you in every way imaginable to ever be able to do something so selfless and giving.

No, there was something else he wanted from all this, and you’d be damned if you gave it to him so easily.

~

On the fourth and fifth day, Yujiro was still nowhere to be seen.

With the ‘all clear’ provided to you by the front desk staff, you decided to let loose a little. What was the harm? If Yujiro wanted to spend the money to clear out such a lavish place so you could have the run of it, mine as well indulge.

And as you did just that, you couldn’t deny that you weren’t having a good time. You felt a bit like a celebrity, wandering the lone venues of such a lavish establishment, people at your beck and call to assist in anyway needed at all hours of the day (not that you exploited their service, but it was pretty satisfying to know everyone was there just for you). The staff seemed to enjoy it as well, with only one guest to provide for they had plenty of downtime to relax and focus on long neglected projects.

This serene dream life followed you up until the evening of the sixth day, when as you laid sprawled out by the poolside, musing over just how long this ‘vacation’ was going to last, a shadow fell over your form.

“Oh, I’m still doing well! Thank you for checking-“

Fully expecting to find a member of hotel staff coming to check on you, your words died in your throat as your eyes instead locked with Yujiro’s, a slightly amused expression lighting his face. You bolted upright, your hand lashing out like a whip to grab hold of your towel. You nervously fumbled as you attempted to wrap it around your bikini-clad body, granting a chuckle from the man before you.

“Enjoying yourself?” Yujiro leered, causing your cheeks to burn a deep crimson, “It sure looks like you are.”

“Yeah well,” you cleared your throat, struggling to gain some manner of composure, “When you are randomly granted a week away at a resort and left to your own devices, eventually you’ll come out and explore.”

He snorted, “Funny, you didn’t seem too keen on exploring while I was here.”

‘I wonder why?’ You wanted to retort, but bit your tongue. Even in this open area with staff nearby, you in no way felt comfortable being in this man’s company, let alone talking back to him.

When he got no reply from you he sighed, “Hurry up and get dressed in something nicer than that.” He accented his words with a nod towards your swimsuit. “Meet me in the lobby in an hour.”

With no further ado, he turned on his heel and began to walk away. Dumbfounded, you stared at his descending back for several seconds before you called out to him.

“Wait, what are you talking about? What is going on?” you raised your voice, but it did little to slow his stride. He didn’t even turn his head in acknowledgement.

“I’m giving you more opportunities to explore,” He called back condescendingly, “Don’t be late.”

~

For the following hour, you were on edge.

You felt as if your body was mechanical, a machine programmed to follow Yujiro’s order. And follow his orders it did, for as soon as he left you immediately went upstairs, showered, and picked some clothes out for whatever it was he had planned for you.

With the remaining time you had, you paced the room, gnawing your nails to nubs. Nothing could calm your stewing mind as it conjured all manner of dreadful scenarios that could be awaiting you.

You weren’t naïve enough to believe this was Yujiro showing you kindness, or a way for him to make amends for the horrible things he had done to you prior. This was an act, a way to butter you up and get your guard down.  

…You just couldn’t of the life of you figure out why.

Yujiro was never a man who cared to put any effort into being empathetic or affable towards others, you either respected him or you didn’t, either meant little to him. In fact, you weren’t even sure he had the ability to harbor any gregarious, selfless traits. So why go to these lengths to go against his nature? Why not just take whatever it is he wanted?

You considered making a break for it. In the days you spent here, potential exits were one of the first things you scoped out. But concern gnawed at you, if you were to make a break for it what would Yujiro do in retaliation? Would he take his frustration out on the staff, accuse them of being complicit in your escape? The thought of these kind people potentially being harmed because of your cowardice left a sour taste in your mouth.

That is to say if you even COULD escape. Surely he had figured that thought would have crossed your mind, and prepared accordingly. There was no Baki, Jack, or Katsumi here to protect you, and you sure as hell hadn’t gone through enough training to escape the ogre if he was in pursuit. The rage he would feel over you even attempting such a thing… It wasn’t something you wanted to consider.

You sighed heavily, giving yourself one last weary glance in the mirror before marching off to whatever fate awaited you.

~

“There you are,” Yujiro acknowledged you as soon as you entered the foyer, “If nothing else, you are punctual.”

You decided to shrug off the brusque comment and instead focus on how dressed up he was. His hair was tousled gently, framing his face in a look that was both masculine and sophisticated. His suit fit him perfectly, hugging each muscle to accentuate his toned form, letting you know just how fit he was beneath his suit. His red dress shirt (slightly unbuttoned) added a pop of color to the otherwise Jet black ensemble, the only other deviation being the silver of his cufflinks. Now directly in his presence, you could smell his cologne wafting off him, your skin crawling with the memories the scent conjured.

He was dressed to the nines, and loath as you were to admit it, he looked very handsome.

As you stood opposite him in your jeans and t-shirt you were sure you looked as out of place as you felt, a thin layer of sweat beginning to collect on the back of your neck. Was there a reason he looked so put together? All he asked was for you to meet him in the lobby, there were no connotations that you should arrive in anything fancy.

“What the hell are you wearing,” he brow creased as he gave you a once over, “Couldn’t you have put more effort into your appearance? There was dress amongst the clothes brought for you.”

A burning blush lit your face as images of that risqué’ abomination flitted through your mind. With so little fabric to it, you first mistook is for a swimsuit. “You never mentioned this was going to be a dress up occasion…”

Yujiro sneered, “I figured you would be smart enough to pick up on that on your own, but I guess that was asking too much of you.” Your body sagged at his admonishment, but he was quick in changing the topic, “Never mind that now, just follow me. We don’t have far to go.”

You chased after him as he strode off, making his way to a section of the hotel you had not previously explored. You had figured the small hall behind the welcome desk only lead to an employee area, maybe security, but not anything for guests. You hesitated for a moment to cross the threshold between lobby and backrooms, but as Yujiro continued his steady stride all employees in his path moved aside to let him through, so you figured you were OK follow suit. You gave a polite nod to the sheepish staff as you ducked in after him, each step feeling riskier than the last.

The narrow hallway stretched on much longer than you imagined it would. The air as you traveled to the back grew chill, and the soft padding of the carpet under your feet masked your footsteps, making the trek eerily quiet. Yurjiro’s broad back blocked most of your view, but not enough that you didn’t notice where you were headed.

A lone elevator marked the end of the hallway, and beside it stood a man dressed in a bellhop outfit. His arm was outstretched and head slightly bowed as he beckoned the two of you into its open doors.

“Welcome Sir and Madam,” He spoke in a pleasant voice. There was a benign smile tugging at his lips, but his lack of eye contact did little to help your mounting nerves. “Everything has been set to your specifications and is awaiting you up top, when you are ready.”

Yujiro gave the man no acknowledgment as he entered the open elevator, jerking his head your way as sign for you to follow. You acquiesced, taking a few tentative steps inside before immediately turning your back to him, dreading the moment the doors would shut and lock you inside. As far as elevators go, the one you found yourself in was surprisingly capacious, but Yujiro had a way of making even the most open spaces feel constricting.

You positioned yourself near the front, as close to the exit as possible. The sliding doors of the elevator felt as if they closed in slow motion, your breathing growing a bit heavier when they fully came together. As the car lurched into motion, a soft jazz melody began playing through the speaker. It was the only sound to pierce the otherwise silent cabin.

It would have been comical in another setting, this man’s massive form hulking over your quivering one, the anxiety in the air permeated by the soft sounds of cheesy elevator music. However, being the one stuck in said situation and knowing just how dangerous this brief moment was didn’t make you feel much like laughing.  

You glanced at Yujiro’s reflection in the metallic surface of door, a look of sheer and total boredom plastered on his features. Your mind was whirring. Even though he appeared nonchalant you weren’t so much of an idiot to drop your guard around him, especially when in a confined space.  His eyes flicked to yours in the reflection, “What are you gawking at?” He grunted in your direction, making your body instantly tense.

You averted your gaze swallowing before choking out, “It’s nothing.”

You heard him hum behind you, a precursor to something more he wanted to say. You were thankful that the elevator had finally reached its destination, the doors rolling open to reveal the surprise Yujiro had waiting for you.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. The entire top floor of the hotel had been converted into a spacious luxury suite, set up to host all manner of swanky events. It was decked out with furniture fancier than you had ever seen before, plush love seats and chairs scattered about that looked so fresh they most likely had never been sat in. Large buffet tables lined the far back of the room, teasing you with scents of something tantalizing emanating from the contents that were being warmed atop them. A few taller standing tables were dotted in between the long tables, topped with stacks of plates and silverware for feasting.

Glittering streamers in silver and gold were draped over the tops of the bountiful windows in swooping strands, and bunches of balloons arched over the entryways for a whimsical and fun entrance to this magnificent room. A soft, upbeat tune played through hidden speakers, and the light of the setting sun that washed the entire room in a pink glow gave it a sort of gentle ambiance.

A smaller, lone table sat in the middle of it all. It was out of place both in its size and how ornately decorated it was compared to the others. Whereas the rest of the room was modestly tasteful in its trimmings, this table for two was packed with various exotic flowers and multiple candles, fine china plates heaped with some manner of intricate and savory looking cuisine. You couldn’t quite make out what it was from where you stood, but it nevertheless succeeded in making your mouth water.

The room was clearly set up for some manner of party, but you and Yujiro were the only two people here. Where you early for something? Seeing it all granted you some relief, if you could hang on for just a bit longer, it was apparent more people were bound to show up.

Though still in a fog of utter confusion, you found yourself smiling. “It’s pretty.” You whispered, taking a few more steps inside. You hadn’t made it far past the threshold when Yujiro stormed by, nearly knocking you over in his hustle.

“It’s a bunch of pompous pageantry bullshit.” He spat, taking in the surroundings. “He said it would be decorated, but what are they, children?”

You stared after him, his shoulders slightly hunched as he stuffed his hands deeply into his pockets. You wanted desperately to know what you were about to be subjected to, but you found the uncertainty more bearable then partaking in conversation with the man that dragged you here, so your lips remained sealed.

“Whatever,” he sighed, making his way towards the small table in the center of the room, unceremoniously plopping himself down in the chair furthest from you. He crossed his arms across his chest and you straightened your posture as his sharp eyes shot your way. “You just gonna stand there all night? Get over here.”

Your limbs quaked as you hurriedly hobbled his way, being mindful not to trip over yourself in the process. Arriving at the table, you pulled out the chair, your eyes choosing to fixate on the spread before you to avoid Yujiro’s piercing gaze. No sooner had you sat down then he spoke again.

“Nothing to say about this nice meal I am providing you, huh?” he grumbled, “And why are you refusing to look at me? What would your mother say right now if she saw you treating your father like this?”

Your head snapped his way, anger beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. Any retort you may have mustered withered once your gaze landed on his stern expression, your words dying before they even reached your lips. It enraged you when you saw the brief flash of victory in his eyes. Mentioning her was a low blow, but an effective one, and you fell for it as easily as he pictured you would.

“There she is,” a mocking smirk spread across his face, “I shouldn’t have to say this, but you seem slow on the uptake today so I’ll help you out- Your next step is a ‘thank you’.”

“I don’t even get what all this is,” you mumbled as you looked into his expectant eyes. Your gaze flicked across the room before coming back to him, “… Is this a party? Are more people coming?”

“There will be a party,” he grabbed his fork and knife and set to work at the feast before him, “But that’s another matter. This is a dinner a father provided for his daughter, and it’s the only thing you should be concerning yourself with right now. The chef’s put in a lot of effort for you. Don’t disgrace them by continuing to turn your nose up at it.”

Expecting more of an explanation, you found yourself left wanting as he proceeded in eating, not so much as casting you another glance. Your brain delved deeper into a haze of befuddlement, ten thousand questions whirling in your brain as you stared blankly at the full course Michelin star level meal before you.

This whole charade eluded you, and you had long since grown tired of playing Yujiro’s mind games.  

You had remembered Baki once mentioning inviting over Yujiro for dinner in an attempt to get to know him better, but at the time the mere thought of it was so outlandish that you couldn’t help but laugh at the suggestion. Yujiro may be Baki’s father in title and blood, but he would never be a father-figure in practice. For the man who had the world at his fingertips, what point was there in putting an effort towards bonding when every person in his life was expendable? Any children he produced were all either experiments or mistakes, if there wasn’t something there to impress him your life meant less than dirt to him.

This was a concrete fact about Yujiro Hanma, a truth that was widely known and universally accepted. But if that were so, then why were you now sitting opposite from him feeling like some sort of main character in a romance novel? Why were you swept off your feet and awarded nothing but the finest luxuries, when in actuality you should mean nothing to this man? You had no concrete relation to him like Baki or Jack did, and there was absolutely nothing about your life that you could imagine would intrigue him into wanting to know more, let alone put forth this amount of effort.

A shiver passed through you as your mind traveled to the night in your apartment. His hands pulling the clothes from your body, his lips smashed against yours… It was something you couldn’t forget no matter how hard you tried. Even so, such a vile memory seemed little more than a bad dream right now. If Yujiro was looking for sex he could have anyone in the world, take anyone in the world. Heaven knows enough people were willing to be his partner, your own mother included. How many stories had Baki told you about his own mother, practically a slave in her devotion to Yujiro?

So again, why you? Why here? Why all this?

Deciding that you had spent enough time pushing the food around your plate (it was only a matter of time before Yujiro made some smart aleck comment about how ungrateful you were being, anyway), you began to slowly have at the meal before you. You held back a gasp after taking your first bite, the taste so incredible that you were sure you had never encountered something so delicious in all your life. You quickly made your way around the plate sampling everything it had to offer, each item more delectable then the next. Preoccupied with the joy the feast brought you, you couldn’t help but let out a small titter of appreciation, garnering a snort of amusement from the ogre.

For a brief moment, you directed your gaze back to Yujiro. His eyes were holding fast to your form, peering at you over the rim of his wine glass as he took a swig. Red tinged your cheeks when he placed the glass down, a smile you could almost describe as warm lighting his face as he watched every move you made.  

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you turned away, focusing again on your meal.  You had no desire to dwell on what such a look could mean.

~

The dinner carried on, the only conversation shared between the two of you being the clinking of silverware and sounds of eating. You had relaxed quite a bit since the elevator ride, but not enough that you felt peace. Hyper vigilance permeated your every motion, a constant awareness of Yujiro and his proximity from you kept your palms sweaty, your limbs jittery.

Opposite you, Yujiro remained unflappable. Long since done with his meal, he now casually took drinks from a cup of coffee, his gaze focused past you to the windows that compromised most of the walls, providing a clear view of cityscape that surrounded you.

“You’ve been training.”

You stopped mid bite, casting him a cautious glare. He hadn’t spoken to you since you had started eating, but it wasn’t the abruptness of his question that startled you as much as the subject matter. He smirked, “I can see it in your arms, the muscles have more definition then they did before. Judging by how firmly you are holding that knife I can see your grip strength has improved as well.”

You swallowed, giving a shaky sigh. “I guess I have been working out some… More than I ever have before, at least. I’m surprised you noticed.”

Yujiro frowned, “You’re still pathetically weak, but the work you have done is at least noticeable. It’s more effort than most people would put forth.”

Unsure of how to take the off-handed compliment, you simply nodded, scooting your plate to the side as you finished your own meal.

“Who trained you?”

His words made you freeze. Though well acquainted with the Orochi family, you hesitated in speaking. You didn’t want to tell him about your private affairs, least of all involving people Yujiro knew and ran in the same circles with. The last thing you wanted is the ogre getting pissed over the company you have been keeping and taking out that misguided rage on Doppo or Katsumi.

Katsumi… Your heart started to beat violently in your chest at the thought of him. From the moment you had entered his family’s care he had gone out of his way to make you feel comfortable, protected, and safe. When you were at your lowest, he offered sincere kindness and affection. You closed your eyes, the smile he graced you with just before you parted dancing through your head. You loved him, and he loved you. And since he was always around to protect you, it was now only right that you protect him.

“Baki helped a lot,” you averted your eyes from Yujiro, choosing to look out at the scenery yourself. The sun had long since set, the town beneath you littered in sparkling lights of differing colors and intensities, “Jack helped, too. They wanted me to know at least enough to defend myself.”

The explanation sounded stupid as soon as it left your lips. You nibbled gently on your bottom lip, waiting for Yujiro’s sharp laugh to make a mockery of your explanation. However there was only silence, which was eventually followed by an elongated hum.

“I see.”

He took a sip of his coffee, and you released a held breath, thankful that he didn’t try and pry more of an explanation out of you. It was never ideal to bring up your siblings, but since they were both embroiled in this who mess of a family affair anyway, you figured there was little harm in throwing their names around this once.

Yujiro stood, the legs of his chair screeching as they dragged across the shiny floor. You went on alert as he passed you by, relaxing only after you heard his steps receding far past you. You turned around to monitor him, finding his back turned your way. His hands were back in his pockets as he scanned the city below, dark streets now solely illuminated by overhead glow of tall buildings and scattered street lights.

“Come here.”

It was an order that was spoken softer than you were used to, but demanding none the less. You pushed off the table, your entire body vibrating with a nervous energy as you made your way towards him. Dinner had ended, but what was to come after? You gave a quick look behind you in a hopeless search for any type of outside interference, finding nothing.  The negative thoughts bubbling to the surface you tried to dispel with reason. More people WERE to be coming soon, Yujiro had even stated so himself. Whatever he had planned, whatever was about to transpire, you would only need to make it through until other people showed up.

Distancing yourself with a wide girth, you stopped once you were at his side. Your eyes followed his to the hustle and bustle below you, getting a front row seat to every happening the city had to offer.

It was the time of night where people were coming and going, either settling in or just getting started. Below you a small crowd of men and women exited a bar, tripping over themselves as they threw their heads back in laughter. They only had a short distance to travel before they all ducked into another bar not two doors down from the one they had just left.  Down the road a man was leaning out his car window, the redness in his face denoting his anger. He was screaming something you had no hope of hearing to the other car that had just cut him off.

Even full of angry drivers and clumsy drunks, you were taken with how charming the city seemed as you peeked down on its activity from above. Awash in an array of bright lights and colors, multitudes of bodies all with their own stories were living out their evenings as you remained a distant bystander. You felt like a spirit, or maybe a very weak god, with a whole world below to peek at, bearing witness to all its secrets, but never to interact with it.

You desperately wished it was Katsumi by your side staring at this scene with you. His welcoming arms would envelope you as he pointed people and places out that he found interesting. You shivered as you imagined his breath on your ear as he pulled you snuggly against him, whispering jokes and flirty innuendos until you were both giggling messes. If this whole trip wasn’t eternally marred by Yujiro’s presence, you would beg Katsumi to clear up some time so you could come back and enjoy it with him.

“Have you ever been to this side of city before?”

Your eyes darted to look at Yujiro, but his attention was still fully focused on the town beneath you. “I don’t get out this way much, but I think I have been here once or twice. “ You responded as you took a small step forward to get a better look at a group of oblivious tourists fumbling as they sought directions from locals, causing you to smile.

He grunted, “If you’ve been here before why are you so wide eyed? With how raptly you are staring you’d think a damn parade was coursing through the streets.” You blushed fiercely, embarrassed by how invested he was in your actions. How could someone that didn’t seem to be paying that much attention be so astute of your every move?

“Not much has changed in the past year, same streets, same buildings, same people.” He frowned, “If anything has changed, you could say people have grown more pretentious, flaunting money and status they don’t actually have.” He raised his hand, pointing off in the distance with a grimace. “And that ostentatious heap of shit may be the worst offender. “

You followed his outstretched finger till your eyes landed on a large domed building. Vivid, white, and brightly lit, it stood out amongst the taller buildings, a pure beacon amongst a mass of towering grey. It was definitely the newest building to be added to an ever growing city, and you could tell they put money and effort into making it eye catching.

In response to the flagrant contempt Yujiro had for this building, you simply nodded.  Judging by its shape the building seemed to be some manner of indoor amphitheater or coliseum. “It does stand out compared to the other buildings…” you squinted, noticing quite a few bodies coming and going from the building in question. “It looks like some kind of event may be going on there right now, actually.”

Yujiro glanced at you. You did your best not to flinch under his gaze, growing further unnerved as his disgruntled look morphed into a smirk.

“You’re right,” he spoke after some time, his eyes lazily drifting back to the building in question. “A tournament of sorts is taking place right now, as we speak.”

“A tournament,” you questioned, “… Is that where you have been these past few days?” It certainly would make sense. Yujiro could sniff out a fight a mile away, you were sure he was probably invited to be a special guest at many battles. It only stood to reason that if he was invited as a guest of honor, whoever was hosting would put him up in the nicest hotel in the area.

However, why you were brought along remained a mystery.

He erupted in laughter, “Hell no,” he bellowed out between laughs, “As if I would have any interest in that kind of beginner level bullshit. Those people aren’t fighters! They’re wannabe scum hoping to make some kind of fame off what little ‘skills’ they have.”

He turned to you then, his entire body pivoting until you were the focus of his attention.

“I’m not interested in that shit at all,” he leered, his eyes turning sharp, “But I thought you might be, seeing as it’s your boyfriend down there putting on a little show for all those losers.”

Your stomach fell to the floor. Yujiro had called it a tournament, but the more you thought on it, the more apparent the truth became. How many fighting events could be going on at the same time around the same area?  It had to be the event Katsumi was attending.

You shivered as the pieces continued to connect. You had told him not to worry, told him to focus on being the guest of honor, on hosting a special training course for the attendees. He was so excited to go, but felt so awful about leaving you behind. This whole time, you were so close to him, just blocks away.

Katsumi was down there right now, completely ignorant to the fact that all his worries had come true.

“Katsumi Orochi, huh?” Yurjiro’s taunting voice broke through the ringing in your ears. “All the decorations cluttering this place you asked about earlier? They’re for the Orochi family. Doppo failed to mention anything about housing my whore of a daughter last I spoke with him, but he was more than eager to tell me about this clownery his son was partaking in. He even told me they were coming to this very hotel to celebrate after his big performance, planned on picking up his son’s new girl to come along. I figured I would be a supportive father and help out, bring you here a little early.”

He laughed deeply, as if it were the funniest thing in the world, each rumbling chuckle breaking a part your world a bit more. “But really, he’s your pick out of all the options you have to procreate with? What is it with you and surrounding yourself with subpar men?” He sighed, “My little girl can do better than that.”

“Don’t say that,” your voice croaked, hands balling into fists at your side, “We aren’t-he isn’t...”

“Isn’t what, your boyfriend? The man you’ve been shacking up with and fucking? Hiding it now is pointless, (Name).” The repugnance was thick on his voice as he glared down at you, “I go out of my way to keep an eye on you and all you continue to do is disappoint me.”

It felt like you had been laid bare. Your chest had been torn open, and everything that you had guarded and held closely to your heart was gushing out. The dam had burst, and nothing was left to protect you from the incoming flood.

“Please, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“I don’t give a shit if you don’t want to talk about it.” The guttural timbre of his words made you quake in fear, and you found yourself unable to look his way as he took a step towards you. “And stop fucking lying to me. You’ve been keeping secrets from me, (name). And that was a very stupid move.”

He stopped directly in front of you, his aura all but suffocating you. Your body felt as it was made of lead, held down by the overwhelming power Yujiro exuded. With an ounce of courage, you met his fierce eyes, stone cold as they drank in your quivering form. The hair that framed his face swayed gently, a momentary shield against his potent stare.

“Now what do you have to say for yourself?”

A thousand thoughts flashed through your head in an instant. Should you yield to him and apologize for something that required no apology? Could you escape, hope that you had speed and dexterity on your side to worm your way past him? Maybe you should scream for help, but who would even come? And if they did, what stranger would go to bat against Yujiro Hanma for you? You were utterly trapped. He had you right where he wanted you, and now you had to deal with those consequences.

Even faced with the overwhelming odds, a spark in you began to flair. You were already in this position, and no matter what happened it had to be faced one way or another. Confrontation was imminent, and you refused to bow to him so easily.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” You spoke clearly, with a strength that surprised you, “You should be the one begging me for an apology.”

Suddenly, you were in the air, and then just a quickly you were on the floor. Your vision went momentarily black, breath coming back to your lungs through a violent, aching cough. It took a moment for your brain to catch up the fact that you had been thrown, your shirt nearly ripped from your body by the force of it. Judging by how far Yujiro was from your body, he had launched you several feet.

Your body was unsteady as you struggled to get to your feet, your view of the world coming to you in doubles. Yujiro was quick, coming upon you again in the blink of an eye as he slammed you back to the ground. His hand constricted around your neck, keeping you planted firmly against the floor. His palm was unnaturally warm as it pressed into your airway, your breathing coming in ragged and painful gasps. The fuzzy carpet beneath you offered little comfort as you writhed around, not quite plush enough to mask the hard ground beneath you. In the haze of pain you thought back to all Katsumi had taught you, every move that could potentially get you out of a situation like this.

Any attempts at self-defense you tried to execute against Yujiro were laughable. Each strike of your hand, kick of your leg, and swivel of your body landed flatly. Try as you might, every practiced motion you had worked so hard to perfect bounced right off the behemoth attacking you, not even causing a scuff. And with each failed attempt, you grew more manic, fretting when nothing was yielding the results it should. Practiced punches became unruly flails in an attempt to make any kind of mark on the monster looming above you.

“How cute, did Katsumi teach you that?” He chuckled darkly, “I think you are proving your own point, princess. Weak men can’t possibly lead or teach others in an effective manner. You would have been better off actually learning from Baki, though it wouldn’t change much in the long run.”

His finger tightened, halting your breathing entirely. Your eyes bulged as he leaned in, his words and smile equally menacing as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“You’re not a fighter (Name), and despite how you may feel on the matter, I did not bring you here to battle me. It would not be worth my time and you would be dead in an instant, don’t forget this.” His hand released your throat, causing you to choke on the air as it rushed back to your lungs. In a motion to swift to fight, he tore the scraps that remained of your shirt from your body, a shiver shooting through you at the exposure.

A cruel smile twisted across his lips, his face contorting from what was once a man’s into the demon you knew him to be.

“But you are suitable for other things,” He continued, his bestial eyes drinking in your battered form, lingering for a moment on the bruising he had left on your neck. “You are a beautiful woman who is ideal for breeding, and with a bit of attitude adjustment, could potentially even be a long term partner.”

Bile rose in your throat, your body flushing in equal parts anger and embarrassment as he continued, “Though it won’t do shit for you in any real fight, the training you received fortified your body. I’ll have to thank that boy the next time I see him, his efforts strengthened you enough handle what I’m about to put you through.”

Hearing his cruel taunts caused something inside of you to snap, agitation and upset permeating your every pore.

You weren’t going to let Yujiro have his way with you. You could not get away from him, you could not physically stop him, but you knew you could not let this moment proceed in the way it was headed. And since escape was not an option, the only other logical choice you could come up with to avoid this situation now, and in the future, was death.

Maybe it was in his plan already, but you needed to get the ogre to end your life before he completely destroyed what was left of it.

Your throat went dry as the thought crossed your mind. You didn’t want to die, you felt as if you had barely even begun to live. All the places you wanted to go and things you wanted to do. All the people you loved and who in turn loved you back, the thought of never seeing them again or achieving any of the things you had planned on in your short existence filled you with unimaginable grief. But what were your options? What could you do?

And if this was to be the end, you’d be damned if you passed without saying your final piece.

“You’re pathetic.”

Your voice was airy and broken, creaking from your lips so quietly you were surprised he heard you at all. Yujiro stiffened, his body statuesque as his eyes bore into yours. Briefly, you saw the edges of his hair begin to dance once more in the power of his immense aura.

“What?” His voice was domineering, the word forced past lips that had been plastered into a resentful sneer.

“All that power… And this is what it’s used for? You could have anything, BE anything, and yet here you are.” Tear snaked down your reddened cheeks, “Are you doing this because you are lonely? Because you have never known what it is like to have friends and every acquaintance you have ever had only stuck around out of fear or some sick fascination of you?”

You weren’t going to delude yourself, you knew what you were saying would only cause you pain. Yet even in his death grip, moments away from annihilation, you couldn’t help but feel like you had the upper hand. You would never beat Yujiro with might, but there was a chance you could beat him with the final say.

A sense of serenity washed over you, your blurry vision taking in his frigid features. He didn’t like what you were saying, that much was apparent, but nevertheless he was listening. All the words you kept bottled up for years were now overflowing, you couldn’t stop them now.

You took a shuddering breath, “You’re a nightmare, nothing more. The only thing you have is your horrible legacy, Yujiro Hanma. But no matter how much notoriety that has gained you, with time that too will fade. You’ll be beaten someday, and when the title of strongest has been is ripped away from you, you will truly be nothing.”

I just wish I could have lived long enough to see it.

You closed your eyes, anticipating the end. You were oddly at peace with the situation, finally coming to terms that there was nothing further that could be done. No matter how tragic, this was the only plausible escape from this man. Death was now unavoidable, and even though yours was guaranteed to be about as horrific as they come, you were able to speak your mind clearly at very end. Voicing your thoughts, digging your talons into Yujiro’s brain… You were happy with that final rebellion. Your last hope before your exit was that those words would grate on him until his dying day.

Your mind traveled to thoughts of your loved ones. Baki, Jack, Katsumi, they were sure to be heartbroken and enraged over this injustice. You had beat into their heads time and time again to not be rash when it came to Yujiro, to just avoid him altogether if possible. All that could be done now is pray they took your wishes to heart. It was bad enough you had to meet this end, but to die thinking you may be the trigger of a loved one’s gruesome murder by Yujiro’s hand was too much to contemplate.

A memory of your mother danced across your eyelids. She was once so lovely and full of life. Your younger days with her weren’t always ideal, but you knew she loved you with all that she was. If she knew that the two of you would end up this way, would she have made a different choice? Or was your destiny so intertwined with Yujiro at that point that you were doomed from the start?

Well, no use in worrying about it now.

Seconds turned to a minute and still you were breathing, your heart still valiantly pumping away. Part of you wanted to crack an eye open, see what the holdup was, but that would mean having to look at your violator, his visage being the last thing you ever see as you slipped away.

After some time, you felt his grip loosen. This was accompanied by a snort, which turned into a low, rumbling laugh. His hand fell away from your throat entirely, and the laughter grew and grew until it was unbearable.

You opened your eyes to see Yujiro hunched over, gripping his sides. As the guttural, cruel noise continued to rip from his chest he turned his attentions back your way.

“I bet you feel like a hero for that little dialogue, don’t you? And what, you thought if you pissed me off enough I was going to kill you?” He wheezed in between chuckles, “As if I would make your blatant disrespect so easily escapable! It’s fucking hilarious.”

His hand was quick to reattach itself to your neck, the speed and intensity of his grip making you gurgle. “You don’t deserve to die by my hands, you little bitch. You barely deserve my dick inside you, let alone the effort put into giving you pleasure.” He tutted down at you mockingly, “Such piss poor fucking manners must have come from your slut of a mother. But don’t worry, little girl. Daddy won’t stop until he’s turned you into a proper woman.”

He wasted no further time, latching his lips to yours, smothering you in hungry kiss. Your body grew taut, fresh waves of revulsion turning your blood to ice. His hand dug itself into the back of your head, smashing your face against his own. His thick fingers applied so much pressure you felt as if your skull may cave in, a dull headache starting to form as a byproduct of the pressure. His palm felt uncomfortably hot as it nestled the back of your head, keeping your in place.

You gasped as you felt a sharp pain on your bottom lip, a metallic taste pooling into your mouth. You could feel Yujiro smirk at your reaction, your lip still caught between his teeth as he pulled away slightly, his tongue languidly swiping over the wound he had inflicted.

Yujiro capitalized on your momentary shock, worming his tongue fully into your mouth. His mouth fought against yours wildly, the ferocity of his lips alone leaving your head spinning. His tongue lapped away at anything it could touch, the muscle so domineering you couldn’t reciprocate even if you wanted to. Though his hand was no longer at your throat, you felt yourself choking, completely at his mercy as he pulled you ever closer towards him.

It went beyond kissing-this man was devouring you.

He broke away, dropping you back to the ground. Panting, you grimaced as Yujiro grabbed your bra with both hands, ripping the fabric from your body with ease, as if he were a child tearing through wrapping paper. You attempted to grab his arm as he went to do the same for your pants, but he shot you a look so deadly it alone was enough to kill your small resistance.

In no time at all any article of clothing keeping you decent had been decimated, leaving you quivering and bare beneath him.

You trembled in shame as you stared up at the man above you, his appearance indescribable. The menacing vibe he put out was more potent than ever, yet there was a gleam in his eye that your mind had a hard time comprehending. As he drank in your nude form there was no hint of gloating, nor was there a leering smile gracing his face. Not even the angry scowl or a look of sheer apathy which his face typically defaulted to. All of the emotions you expected in this moment were entirely void from him.

In their stead, his face held a look of sheer reverence, and that frightened you much, much more.

His hands cupped your face much gentler than you ever could have imagined. You averted your gaze, unable to stand the strange look of admiration you saw within his eyes. You shuddered as his hands slowly traveled down, his calloused fingers gingerly outlining the curve of your shoulders, the bulge of your breast, and the dip of your waist. His motions were painfully slow, his feather light touch ticklish as he made his way to your thigh, a jolt coursing through you as he rubbed his large hands dangerously close to your entrance.

Unwillingly the tenseness in your body began to melt away as he continued. It was the gentlest any man had ever treated you, and it was being conducted by a beast whose hands had only ever brought you pain. The dissonance left your brain buzzing. You were in the worst position you could possibly imagine, so why… Why was he treating you so tenderly? And worse yet, why was your body starting to enjoy it?

He worked his way back up, this time stopping to admire your chest. His hands cupped and fondled, pinching lightly at your erect nipples. With the skill of an expert masseuse he worked your flesh, embarrassment flushing your body as his eyes stayed locked to your face, vigilant in taking note of what felt the best to you. You wiggled at his touches, wanting to simultaneously run for the hills and press further into him.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice was calm as he moved his legs to straddle you, learning in until his lips were brushing your ear. “I can tell by how desperately you are trying to fight it. But after what a shit talking brat you have been I want you to say it.” He nibbled on your ear lobe, “Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.”

A cold sweat enveloped your body. Of course he was toying with you, treating you like a plaything to satiate his cruel desires. Everything he was doing was at his whim, every pleasant feeling he could coax from you another victory under his belt.

You couldn’t let him win.

“Please,” you whispered, “Please stop this. I don’t want any of this.”

“Hm, starting to learn our manners, are we?” He teased as his breath ghosted over the crook of your neck. “But you still have such an issue with lying. Foolish girl, right now I think I’m the one who knows the best about what you want.”

His hands stopped their gently ministrations, instead squeezing the meat of your chest so tightly you winced. Rearing his right hand back, he brought it down with loud slap against your breast, causing you to yelp in pain.

“If you don’t appreciate it the work I’m putting in here I’ll have to turn you into an honest woman by different means.”

He flung you around like a rag doll, scooping up your lower half until your legs were positioned on either of your shoulders. You panicked, wriggling with all your might to break free of his hold. His hands clasped themselves in an iron grip on each leg, pulling them apart with ease as you struggled to clench them shut. He lowered his torso until he was rested on his elbows, which helped alleviate the strain placed on your back, but still kept you locked in an uncomfortable, compromising situation. Tears began to prick your eyes as his breath fanned against your essence, shame blushing your body as he could now plainly see just how wet his simple touches had made you.

There was no build up before he plunged into you, thick tongue quick to snake past your folds and work its way inside. You cried out at the slimy intrusion, your hands shooting to grip Yujiro’s hair. Try as you might to push his head away, it only made his efforts more intense. His tongue delved deeper, slurping and sucking at you with a sickening squelch.

One of his hands broke away from your thigh, making its way to pay special attention to the nub at your entrance. Your body jerked as he made contact, the joint sensation of his tongue fucking you mixed with methodical rub of his thumb was quickly making you lose all reason. Your breathing got short as pleasure bloomed within you, mounting with each swirl of his tongue. He was ravenous in his consumption of you, and the harder he went the farther you lost yourself.

Your shoving hands loosened their grip, instead tugging gently to guide him closer. Legs that were once violently thrashing had begun to still, no longer desperate to crush the man between them. You cursed yourself as you felt your hips lifting, chasing the high that was moments away from being awarded by Yujiro’s lips. For a brief moment, your mind traveled to your mother. Had she been in this exact situation, feeling this same intense, all-encompassing feeling? The thought made you sick, disgusted with the realization that the same tactics that may have been used to ensnare your mother were now being used to entrap you.

But even those horrid thoughts couldn’t dispel the overflowing feeling that was seconds away from enveloping you. You despised Yujiro Hanma in a visceral way, more than you ever hated anyone or anything before, but it was hard to think of hate when you were on the precipice of sheer ecstasy.

Seconds before your nirvana was to be reached, he pulled himself away.

You bit back the whine that threatened to spill from your lips, but could not stop the way your body contorted his way as he detached from you, desperate in its search to feel release. Your face twisted into a scowl- if he had only let you come then maybe this torment would have been over sooner.

“I almost forgot this is supposed to be a learning experience.  I am afraid I have been far too lenient with you. I suppose that’s what happens when you are a father’s only daughter.”

You could barely focus on his words as he spoke, his voice taking an edge that contradicted his prior, gratifying interactions. The sensations you had felt left your mind cloudy, but not so much that you couldn’t feel the mounting hostility radiating from his body, hear the wrath reflected in his voice.

His face contorted into a sinister smile, “You act as if I am the cruel one, but here is my own daughter, barely giving me the time of day after all I have done for her. I think its high time daddy gets a little attention himself, don’t you?”

His hand twisted itself in your hair and pulled, dragging your body after him as he walked off towards a seating area. A searing pain emanated from your scalp as you screamed, kicking your legs out in hopes of finding your footing to relieve the strain. After a short stint, you were tossed roughly against a sofa, your head lulling back painfully against the couch cushion on impact. A steady, throbbing pain enveloped your brain, causing you to rub your temples for some manner of relief. Not too far from where you had landed, Yujiro prepared himself. You were vaguely aware of him loosening his pants, fully erect cock springing from the fabric.

“This is for being such a little bitch,” he spoke through gritted teeth, aligning himself so that his cock pressed against your pursed lips. The heady smell of his privates mixed with the smear of his precum nearly made you wretch, the tip of his cock pressed so firmly against you that it was beginning to seep into your mouth. You whimpered as he grabbed around your cheeks, squeezing until you had no choice but to yield, afraid that he would otherwise crush you.

“Show me what a good little hole you can be for me, princess.”

With no further warning, he began shoving his way inside. Your jaw ached at the sudden intrusion, your lips and throat burning as they stretched around him. A hiss passed his lips as he pressed further into the warmth of your mouth, his slower pace giving you a chance to truly experience his girth. You could feel every vein and ridge, taste the salt of his sweat as he dragged himself across your tongue. You gagged as he pressed into the back of your mouth, eyes watering as you suffocated around him. Gurgling on his length, you were worried that if he were to press in any further your jaw very well may break from the strain.

Drool dribbled down your chin as he stayed there a moment, eyes boring into you with an impassive stare. The lack of emotions made the whole situation even worse, he was destroying you in a way you weren’t sure you would ever be able to recover from and none of it mattered to him. Fresh tears stung your eyes as you stared up at him, your sobs making breathing even harder. The sniveling must have pleased him, as you felt his dick quiver inside you with each catch of your breath.

With a snap of his hips, his onslaught began. You braced yourself against the slam of his hips on your face, the coarse hairs of his crotch scratching incessantly against you, becoming moist with your saliva and tears. You shuddered in discomfort at the ceaseless smack of his balls against your chin, flinching each time he jabbed himself forcibly into the back of your throat. Your nails buried themselves into the thick of his thighs, using all your strength to shove in a shoddy attempt to disconnect from him. He gave a curt laugh at this and picked up the pace, cradling the back of your head with his hand to slam into you more violently, effectively keeping your mouth glued to his thick cock. Your screams of pain came out as muffled, weak whimpers.

After he grew bored with face fucking you he withdrew his length from your battered mouth, causing your to sputter and cough, gasping for air the second you were able. However there was no feeling of relief, as he had latched himself to your arm the instant he pulled away, tugging you in a quick jerk until you were lying on the couch you had moments before been leaning against.

Once more he slotted himself against you, a new wave of horror crashing over you at the pressure of his cock against your folds. Your legs shook and flailed as you tried to kick him away, but in your compromised state you were even less of a challenge to him than you had been previously. His unflinching grip on your legs kept you spread and at his mercy, a whine slipping from your lips as he began to force the head inside. The same uncaring look sat upon his face as he pierced your unprepared pussy, the stretch burning you the further he pressed in. Finding his aloofness unbearable to witness, you clamped your eyes shut. If you were strong enough, maybe you could pretend you were anywhere else, with anyone else, doing anything else.

As he fucked his way inside of you, a blinding white agony bloomed within you. Your body struggled to fit him, his bulk quickly overwhelming your smaller form. A weak cry fell past your parted lips as he leaned down, his body caging you in on all sides as he continued pressing ever further into you. You writhed in an effort to find any sort of relief from the intrusion, but as his chest pushed against yours, burying your body further into the plush of the sofa, you had to face the fact that there would be no relief. There was no escaping him, and that realization only amplified the pain.

He granted you no time to adjust to him, picking up his pace seconds after he was fully sheathed.  His hips beat violently against you, tearing into you with increasing ferocity. Growing tired of your blubbering, he pressed his lips to yours, effectively muffling your sobs. His lips were soft, tentative even, as they peppered your lips with languid, lingering kisses.

The scene was disarmingly tender. Yujiro stationed above you as he made love to you, kissing you in a way that could easily be misconstrued as romantic. Your arms wrapped around his neck giving the illusion that you wanted him closer, when truly you were just in a desperate search to cling to something to ground you.  If it wasn’t for the fact that his thrusts were punctuated by your distressed cries, blood trickling down your legs and staining his dick, it may even look like this was love.

He once more picked up speed. One of his hands traveled to your clit, your body shaking as he steadily rubbed against the nub. You were growing accustomed to Yujiro’s intrusion, and slowly you began to relax under the feel of his practiced fingers and stroke of his dick. The torture he was putting your body through grew more and more bearable until the discomfort melted away entirely, a much more enjoyable feeling taking its place in the pit of your stomach. Though you were apt to fight it tooth and nail, the longer he carried on the harder you found it to resist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His words sounded heavy as he breathed them into your ear, “It’s like you were made to fuck. I knew you would take me well once you stopped acting up. You’re being such a good girl now (name), you don’t have to hold back anymore. Tell me, are you feeling better than you ever felt before?”

You shook your head, your final stand against the mounting pleasure. He scoffed at the act of petulance, “Still being a brat, I see.”

Yujiro’s lips moved to your neck, sucking and biting the tender flesh as he pulled you tighter against his body. The fullness that was once overwhelming now felt perfect, disgruntled whines leaving your lips each time he pulled away. Your mind grew muddled, confusion making you lose your sense of self to the strong feeling of desire. Every conviction you had held firm to began to slip from your grasp, and even though you knew you would regret it, you no longer had the strength to fight back.

A pleased groan escaped your throat at a particularly aggressive thrust to your core, his dick hitting you deeper than any man ever had before. You pulled yourself closer against him, your legs splaying out farther to grant him all the access he needed to go deeper, conquer you freely. You shuddered as your walls fluttered around him, coercing him to use you as he saw fit. A prisoner to your own lust, you could barely recognize yourself as your wanton moans punctuated each of his motions.

He pulled himself from your neck, chuckling as he stared into your lidded gaze, “Awful cute you’re being right now, (name). I’d ask if this is the view Katsumi normally gets, but I doubt that little prick has the ability to make you feel this good.”

As he carried on you began to quiver, your orgasm steadily building as you rocked against him, chasing the high that was moments away. Your breath came in labored huffs as Yujiro once more spoke down to you, “You lied about that little worm Katsumi Orochi and you lied about how good you feel when I fuck you, but now look at you. Remember this feeling, (name). Remember who you belong to.”

A single tear slid down your cheek as his words rang clear through the fog of your mind. The distressing realization crashed down upon you. There was no more pretending, no more running. You would never, ever be free from Yujiro Hanma. He had won, and he would always come out the winner in the end.

However pleasure overcame your mortification, a garbled scream falling from your lips as you tumbled over the edge. Your body convulsed as he continued to ram into you, the overstimulation making you clutch to him tighter. In a haze of ecstasy you felt his hips stutter, a satisfied grunt rumbling from his chest as he spilled himself inside of you.

The following moments passed by in a surreal blur. He stayed inside of you after coming, his softening dick plugging you up as he cradled your battered and used body against him. Now that the act had concluded, exhaustion overcame you. Your breathing came ragged and unsteady as you draped a heavy arm across your eyes, no longer wanting to bear witness to the world around you.

After a few minutes of silence, he pulled out. You remained where you were, revulsion making you wince at the feeling of his fluids seeping from your core. Everywhere he had touched you burned. Your entire body throbbed, and the implications of finishing inside of you filled you with apprehension.

Maybe this moment was inescapable, but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely appalled at yourself.  The ogre you so despised had successfully made you his whore, and in that process you had found joy in it. You clenched your teeth, your jaw creaking from the pressure. You were disgusting. You were ruined. You would never be the same again.

The desire to spring from the sofa and run far away was strong. Nothing sounded better than bolting to the nearest shower to scrub and scrub and scrub until your skin was raw, cleansing yourself of any essence of the man who had brutalized you. But you knew that was just a pleasant daydream. You could bathe for the next ten thousand years and still feel him on you, inside you.  

A shiver passed over your nude body as the air conditioner kicked on, the sweat and fluids on your body amplifying the chill. Though you desperately wanted to, you were unable to move. Leaden by the events of the evening, you remained discarded and used right where Yujiro had left you.

If only you could disappear.

You heard Yujiro moving behind you, but had no strength to look his way. The rustle of fabric made you aware that he was redressing himself, raising your hope that your torture was finally at its end.

“Good luck feeling any kind of satisfaction from a cock that isn’t mine, sweetheart.” He spoke as he walked away, his voice booming through the large, empty room.  “And give my regards to your brothers and that boyfriend of yours. It was nice catching up with you, (name). I’ll work harder to make myself less of a stranger in your life from now on, I promise.”

The elevator dinged. You heard the doors open and close, the whir of the descending car taking him away from you. And just like that, he was gone.

When you were sure he was not coming back, a wail tore through your lungs, tears cascading freely down your red cheeks. The convulsions your tears brought served as a painful reminder of all you had endured, each vibration of your chest reigniting all the aches of the past hour. In an attempt to quell your sobs you bit into your bottom lips, the metallic tang of blood that trickled from your earlier wound mixing with the leftover taste of Yujiro.

Just as you had started to calm yourself, willing your body to move so you could clean yourself up and get the hell out of here, you heard the hum of the elevator once more come to life. You stilled in panic, listening as it crept closer and closer to the top floor suite. You heard muffled voices and laughter from within, and as it grew nearer your shoulders fell at the recognition of one of those voices.

Katsumi.

Another ding, followed by the sound of doors opening, jovial voices spilling out into the open room, punctuating the start of the start of a joyous party. It was the perfect way to conclude a successful fighting convention for the guest of honor and his party.

Your heartbeat drowned out the sound of Katsumi’s swiftly approaching footsteps, body frozen as he came into view and your world crashed down around you.

[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🫣✍️

[dakumoon-00000]

Same💁

[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]

We need more Yujiro fics

This was beautiful. I loved it.

Dear Yujiro.

So like I wanted this one to be like Yujiro meeting the leader of the demon slayer core (too lazy to search his actual name but he's hot) like yk like him meeting someone who is like him in a way idk I thought it was a cool idea.

Dear Yujiro,

How have you been these last few days? I've been doing well. Today during my break I saw an eagle fly over me I couldn't help but think of you as it flew through the sky and landed on my newly blossomed trees. You should come see them for yourself I bet you would look funny with a couple of blossoms stuck in your red locks.

Sincerely (Y/n).

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Yujiro Hanma was known for many things but being gentle was not one of them but to her he was. He met her long ago when he was only 19 she was 16 at the time but he could see how wise she was he found himself quickly growing attached to the way she spoke softly to him and how her eyes made his heart sway with every glance she gave him. Yes he was gentle but only to her as she was the only person alive to tame his beast without the use of going against him, all it took was a smile and a praise from her and she had him wrapped around her small fingers.

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Dear Yujiro,

I've gotten all of the flowers you've sent me I find then quite lovely infact if you had given them to me with the root still there I would have planted them in my garden with the others. When will be the next time you visit? I wish to hear your voice again I want to hear more of your stories. Sorry it must be annoying for you to hear my rambling I'll have to start being more mindful of it.

Sincerely (Y/n).

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He remembers vividly how he used to be over at her little island at days at a time, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it but when he had married Emi and had Baki he found that he had forgotten the pleasures (y/n) had given him shutting out those thoughts as he was set on his own strength at the time. He remembers looking at all of the unopened letters she had sent him each one delicately sealed off with her wax stamp.

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Dear Yujiro,

I haven't heard from you in ages, one of my maids said that she had received news of your marriage is it true? Did you really get married? If so you should have told me I would have sent you and your bride some gifts. If you have the time why don't the two of you come here? Please reply I seem to be craving your replies more and more I've become anxious after all it had been a long time since the last time we spoke.

Sincerely (Y/n).

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Days past, days turned into months, and then months turned into years it had been a long time since he had felt her touch his cheek. He didn't even know what she looked like maybe she had wrinkles in the corners of her eyes like he did, maybe her face had turned into something that was now more defined more woman like. He looked back at all the letters he had received from her reading each one but not reading her last one, no he refused to ready that one not when he knew he would end up going back to her the first chance he got. She was his past nothing else.

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Dear Yujiro,

I've seemed to have grown ill, do you even care probably not. I still care. You know I wouldn't be apposed to it if you were to just show up in my garden once again blossoms sticking to your hair as they once did back then. I never told you before but I've always wanted to hold your hand I always thought that they would be rough but weirdly in a way be soft. I'm rambling again my apologies.

Sincerely (Y/n).

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Baki would be the one to find all the letters, he didn't immediately say anything but when he did Yujiro wasn't happy to say the least. Yujiro told Baki everything from how he fell in love to how he stopped his own obsession by halting his visits and just ignoring her all together. He abandoned you to Baki's distaste. Baki set his straight though and he sorta helped his father to read that last letter the one he had been dreading for some time.

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Dear Yujiro,

In my last few letters I have told you that I've become ill and how I was doing fine but I'm not doing fine. I can no longer see the blossom that fall from the trees, I can no longer speak to my maids and thank them for their hard work, I can no longer walk freely around my island feeling the cool grass below my feet. I've become too weak and soon I won't even be able to write these letters, even now I can feel how heavy the pen is it makes my now boney hands shake. Yujiro you must have stopped reading these a long time ago I've understood that for a long time now but I have a feeling that tou are receiving them. Yujiro my love I have been smitten with you for a long time and although you are no longer part of my life I hope one day we may meet once again under my blossom trees and speak about nothing other than what pops into our heads at those lovely moments. It is a dream I have. When the day should come where you do go back and read my letters do not feel saddened by them if those feelings do rise in you, I wish for you to feel happy. Be happy that I have departed from this cruel world. Yujiro with all my heart I love you please take care this is my official goodbye.

Love (Y/n).

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Tears would be shed from that letter it wasn't long until he would depart from Japan and visit her little island. As he made it to the island be could see how grey it had become, as he made it to the village the people there would be subjected to his questioning until someone spoke up at the mention of her name. The old woman would come to tears at the mention of her name making Yujiro's heart quiver without another thought he ran all the way to her estate it looked dead hopefully not like it's owner. Breaking down the door he was greeted with the yelling of maids who tried to stop him before he could say anything a bell was heard and all yelling and pushing was stopped. There in the middle of the room was the head maid luckily she recognized him and smiled sadly at him.

"This man is an esteemed guest of our lady, you will let him through." He tone was soft but held much authority the younger maids let up allowing him to go forward with a bow.

"You've come you know she has been fussing over you for as long as I remember" Yujiro nodded looking at the ground as if he had just gotten scolded

"Come with me" without a word he followed allowing her to lead him all the way to giant doors they had lillies carved into the doors it was fitting for her.

"She is beyond these doors you may go in whenever you feel comfortable to." The old maid left him alone with only his thoughts to keep him company. Taking in a breath he knocked on the door when receiving nothing he opened the doors, the room was a good size and what first caught his eyes was how dark it was. Turning the corner his eyes watered as he caught sight of her finally after all these years here she was waiting patently for him where he left her. Going over to the bed that was surrounded by flowers he softly spoke out to her causing her to flinch. He could see tears form in her closed eyes and soon following came the small sobs she let out, he carefully sat on the bed allowing himself to feel her once more basking in her glory as if she wasn't sick at all. He spoke sweet nothings in her ear along with heart felt apologies that came from deep in Yujiro cold heart. He promised her that he would aid in her healing process that soon she would be feeling as good as new and finally after those he spoke of his feelings letting the built up emotions that he had hidden away from her for years to tip over and spill, each I love you was followed with a warm kiss and a gentle digit wiping away the tears. I swore never to abandon her again to this time take her with him. He laid there with her for what seemed like ages not wanting to leave in fear that she would die before he could come back before he could truly show how sorry he was and how much he loved her. When he finally got up that's when he finally made a few calls and arrangements for her to be taken to a hospital one that he deemed to be the best for her. She was moved just that afternoon brought overthere by helicopter.

That had been a distant memory now as she ran her finger through his hair gently removing the petals that fell onto his red mane. The cool metal of the ring that was now on her finger tickled his arm as her small hand rested on it, her swollen belly cushioning his head as he listened to the two heartbeats that made it to his ears. He no longer could imagine himself without her and when he did all he thought about was the pain he felt from almost losing her, yes he was often away from her since she didn't like traveling so much and she had a duty here to do on her island but he would always count on those letters she would always send him while he was away now more than ever before.

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Dear Yujiro,

Today Baki visited me and he brought the cutest little outfit with him for the baby he told me how his girlfriend helped him pick it out and even spoke about bringing her with him next time he came to visit. I'm looking forward to seeing you again soon and showing you all the things I've received from everyone I know you don't like babies too much but bare with me.

Love (Y/n).

P.s. please bring over some snacks when you get the chance and also new pens my old one is finally starting to die out.

I was gonna make this an agnst but halfway through I was like ✨️no✨️ so I made it an agnsty fluff. Also it's like 5 while writing this and my heart couldn't take making her yk dead, also I kinda now realize how ooc Yujiro 👁👄👁.

[cheshire-silent-cat]

A Pirate’s married life

Jun Guevara x female! Reader

Author note: this is just fluff, I’ll go back to nsfw soon but for now enjoy this cute dynamic between you two. I hope you enjoy this really short story and please leave your comments and requests I’m open to them all.

***************story begins here************

As soon as you and Guevara start living together as a married couple a lot of things in his life will need adjusting, some against his will, some he doesn’t really mind but ultimately he is trying his best to be the perfect husband for you so as long as it makes his love happy he would do it.

* The first and most important thing is redecorating, although guevara lives a very humble life giving a majority of his earning back to the community his home still looks like a tree house before you. This man had no time for colour coordination and he did not care if his interior looked good because until now he spent the majority of his time out on the sea. But to put it simply almost every aspect of his home was dark Oakwood brown, the ceiling, walls and floor seemed to match, and all the colours of the furniture clashed (green, red, blue, basically anything he looked at and bought for the sake of it).

Once you got his permission you got rid of almost everything in the house leaving the floors as the colour they were, then painting the ceilings white and the walls light grey, even though he wouldn’t boldly admit it he loved the change but he loved working with you to paint and redecorate even more, the furnitures now matched the colours of the ceiling and floor blending well with the environment.

Installing the furnitures took forever because your husband’s large hands prevented him from twisting smaller knots so you had to do it while he watched and then lifted the heavy object sometimes showing off by doing some bicep curls with the objects and winking at you or just lifting you and the object at the same time, it made no difference to him cause he always got a cute giggle out of you.

* The next thing you worked on was comfort, Guevara being a man of the sea was used to sleeping on a hammock without any sheets or anything bothersome for him to tidy up later, his room was quite empty because he was a busy man, switching to a Bed was a no brainier, the issue was finding a big enough bed for him that was also very sturdy for his body weight and when he wanted to have fun with his wife. Guevara might be busy and humble but you were built for the budgeting life so when you saw the prices of some of the beds you both decided to just build your own.

Well he fully intended to help but his big hands put him in the position of muscle, overall he was very impressed with your work, he had no idea your grandfather used to be a carpenter, and you had learned from him so much so that you had engraved carvings on the headboard to keep the bed interesting, and even though Guevara protested about getting the bed the loudest he ended up being the one that slept in it the most, his constant excuse being “well I can’t just let the hard work of my wife go to waste, I’m a good hubby” to which you always rolled your eyes before cuddling with him.

* Another thing you got to was hygiene, we have already emphasised how busy your husband is, being a very important figure in your community, he never had time for change and barely had time for himself, which is on if the reasons why he has always wanted a housewife, sure he is the type of man to obey his wife like a lost puppy led by a string, he is also the type of man that values housework never making the mistake of underestimating his much work goes into the maintenance of a home, he is grateful for you, all your actions makes him want to take care of you so well, spoil you rotten, I mean you have important duties in the community that come with being his wife (making you a half housewife) but you never failed to serve him freshly made breakfast in the morning before work, “Is this freshly squeezed…..where do you get the time to be such an amazing wife” he dotes “bye honey” you said kissing him and then walking out of the door.

What he wasn’t grateful for was you throwing his half dead toothbrush into a black bag you held like a beach cleaner, “ugh so much junk” you moaned getting tired of finding new things to throw out “hey, no I don’t like this” he protested but you did not listen, bending down to clear the cabinet, “I do love the view though” he chuckled, relaxing into the door frame. You threw the bag out with no mercy, cleaning the bathroom like it had been dirty in the first place, then you brought in a new bag organising new essentials that made Guevara nervous, a stack of white clean towels with face towels on the top, 2 toothbrushes and a ceramic toothbrush holder that cutely showed off your marital status, some small decor in the bathroom, cleaning essential for the cabinet under the sink, new soap, soap holder and even better quality sponges. “You are enjoying this aren’t you” he scoffed, “can you tell” you answered sarcastically, letting him kiss your hand, he has to admit your prepared state was very attractive.

* “I’m so bored” Guevara whined as you stared at the blue wardrobe in your room, opening it “no wait-“ an avalanche of clothes buried you, you quickly swam out, pulling out the rest of the clothes, he helped you move the wardrobe out of the house, installing a new one, same size, more organised compartments, better long lasting wood quality and a better design compared to the old one. “Since you are bored come and help me fold these clothes” you said patting the floor next to you from where you sat.

Out of everything he did with you to adjust to the married life, this has to be his favourite, just sitting close to you, folding clothes and talking about nothing that mattered that much, laughing with each other and sometimes stopping to play fight, even if the process of organising your shared wardrobe took forever and a part of the two of you wishes it could be like that forever.

* You both finally finished and looking at the final results Guevara would be the biggest liar on earth if he dude say he was happy with the results, wrapping his big arms around you he kissed your forehead “I’m so glad we did this, I love you so much” he said in his corny Casanova voice, if made you giggle a bit before facing him, a mischievous grin plastered across your face, you placed your hand on his shoulders looking into his handsome eyes “I love you too honey…..but what do you mean we, techno this was me, how ever I do have something for you to do” you said holding him by the wrist and leading him to the backyard.

“Babyyyyy I don’t want to do this” Guevara whined, looking to you for mercy, “if you be a big boy I’ll get you a toy, do you want a toy” you teased sarcastically sipping apple juice with a straw as you watched him. Placing his large masculine hands on the mower he pulled the string to get it started and began to drag it along the grass, a chore that he had been putting off since you both had been dating, you had begged him to just do it claiming that you couldn’t grow flowers in such a messy place only to recieve bouquets after bouquets of flowers, but at least now he was doing it and he was so focused about it to and you could have sworn that he kept glancing at you searching for a gaze of approval from your part, once done he dramatically laid on the floor acting as though he had just solved world hunger, in these small ways he was such a big baby, you walked over to him as he sat up, handing him a cold glass of juice and kissing his forehead, “so I did that good huh?” He asked teasing you, “yes you did, in fact you did so good I got you a toy after all” pointing in the far distance, Guevara stood up to look around, finding his precious hammock installed between two palm trees in his garden, with a hand knitted pillow adorning its comfy cozy beauty, overjoyed Guevara grabs a hold of you dipping you and placing a deep long kiss on your lips, he didn’t care who say because at the end of the day your husband was the type of man that expressed a lot of pda as much as he damn well pleased.

[deus-ex-mona]

sorry, chizuutan, may you have better luck with your next oshi </3

[ozzgin]

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

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

Yandere! Yuujirou Hanma x Fighter! Reader

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

[Baki Masterlist]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kengan-daddies]

I know, but I Don't Care Boyfriend!Yujiro Hanma x Strong! Girlfriend! Reader

The Life of a Family

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre Character : Yujiro Hanma Warning : Massage with a happy ending

I know, but I Don't Care Boyfriend! Yujiro Hanma x Strong! Girlfriend! Reader

I know, but I Don't Care Boyfriend! Yujiro Hanma x Strong! Girlfriend! Reader

It's been almost 2 years since you started training both Baki and Yujiro, they've been coming along well, and during that time, Baki has convinced you to up his training. You have, seeing how determined he was to get stronger. However, in response to that, you've also upped Yujiro's training, seeing as how he's now gotten to the front of your foot, legs, and thighs recently. He still wasn't allowed to caress you like a lover, but recently your emotions have been getting in the way of your stubbornness.

He's been sneaking in sexual touches lately, an ass squeeze here, a thigh rub there, a graze of your breasts. You'd usually punish him, giving him a slap worthy of hell's flames across his cheek or back, watching him wiggle in agony on the floor like a worm, but... you haven't been doing that lately. Letting him get away with it, but not as often as he'd like, he's learned when was the best time to approach you, learning when you were more relaxed and lenient but also more emotional.

Such as now, you were lying back on the bed, the silk robe you wore was open pooling around your body on the bed, your arms crossed over your bare breasts, your legs gapped to give Yujiro room to maneuver your legs as he lotioned them. He was firm yet gentle, he always was... Honestly, if he wasn't you'd kick the shit out of him, making him start over again with a better grip. So he's learned to keep a gentle yet firm grip, giving you a blissful massage. His hands were rubbing around your thighs, a hand on each thigh as he massaged the lotion the rest of the way into your skin, his hands inching closer to your exposed pussy.

You gave him a warning glare and he flashed you a smirk in return. "Watch your hands, Yujiro, less you want to keep them intact." You warned. He chuckled, his hands still rubbing your thighs as they continued to inch closer. "I am, I'm not touching you, I'm just massaging ya." He said, his hands on your inner thighs, your pussy lisp pressed together tight smashing your clit in between your lips and his hands. You gave no reaction, your glare still set as you stared him down. He never lost his smirk as he started you back down, his hands still rubbing, giving your clit stimulation.

"You know the rules." You simply said, he chuckled. "Yeah, I know, but I don't care." He said his hands pressing slightly more together, your face didn't change but the twitch of your thighs was enough to show the effects his actions were causing. You sighed as you closed your eyes, your arms uncrossing as you rested them above your head. His smirk widens as he focuses on giving you pleasure. His hands continued to rub your thighs, your lips pressed tight together against your clit, a sigh left your lips and your hips thrusts up. His eyes stayed on you, trailing up your body, watching your hips, stomach, breasts, neck, and face.

He soaked you in, watching your face slowly relax from your firm scowl to a pleasured-filled face, it was a look he'd never seen before on your face and he loved it... His own glare softened some, and the sound of your breathy moans sounded out, your hips rolling up, your pussy gleamed beautifully in the light. He chuckled lightly. "Seeing you here, watching you, listening to you... starting to make me realize that you're more than just a strong woman... You're my strong woman." He said. You looked at him through squinted eyes, your eyes glossy with unshed tears. "Just look at ya, coming apart from just the sides of my palm rubbing up against your clit through a layer of skin. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were pent up." He said.

You gave him a half-ass glare and his smirk widened, but he didn't say anything else, his hands speeding up and your back slightly arched as your hips rolled up, your hands balled into the pillow, being mindful as to not rip the fragile fabric, your head lopped to the side as you gave a moaning cry, your eyes rolled and fluttered close as your core tightened and you cried loudly as your orgasm hit you. His eyes gleamed as he watched your pussy pulse, your juices trailing down your ass cheeks and down to the sheets below you. Your hips thrust a few more before you collapse onto the bed.

His hands rolled around your thighs a few more times before his hands trailed up your sides slowly, his eyes focused on your arms, ready to jump back if you swung on him. But you were basking in your afterglow, your breathing coming out heavy as you rested, you looked down at him, a relaxed gleam in your eyes as you watched him. His hands trailed up your side slowly, his hands coming up to rub over your breasts, you were sensitive from your earlier orgasm, your breasts and nipples tender as he massaged them. Your hands moved and he froze ready to jump back, but he was surprised when your hands rested over his gently, he watched as they trailed up his arms.

You sat up, his hands moving to rest on the bed as you sat up, your hands going up to rest on his shoulders, you both sat there on the bed, looking each other in the eyes. Your hands cuffed his face gently, your eyes gentle as you looked at him. He stared at you, his mind racing on what he should do. Your hands ran through his hair, pulling him closer to you as you gave him a kiss. He remained still, his eyes wide as he felt you kiss him, and you pulled back from the kiss. A small smile on your face. "You need to continue, Yujiro, I'm not fully lotioned yet." You said. He stared at you, almost like a teenage boy who just received his first kiss, you laid back down, your legs coming up, your foot planting on his chest as you eased him back on his knees.

He sat there in a daze, you crossed your legs and you smirked at him. "Well, Yujiro? I'm still in need of more lotion." You said. He gulped before he smirked. "Oh don't worry, I'm workin' on it." He said as he picked up the bottle.

[mothwingwritings]

Doppo, Shibukawa, Motobe, Biscuit, And Yujiro As Your Sugar Daddy 💄💋✨

Hi everyone!!! Sorry I dipped out for a moment, I had an eventful past two weeks (but some of the event has been writing stuff, so that’s something at least lul) and now I come back offering whatever the hell this is lol. The idea of the Baki men being sugar daddies came to me in a vision while I was supposed to be working, so of course as the responsible individual that I am I focused on that and started writing this and here we are now! :D It’s for all my dilf/gilf lovers out there. You are all lovely little treasures and I adore you all. :*

As you can probably tell by the subject matter of this one, 18+ only please!!!

Thank you for reading!!!

Warnings: Sex, sex work/reader is a sex worker, mentions of various sexual acts, possessive/obsessive tendencies from your clients, dubcon, mentions of noncon, Yujiro Hanma being Yujiro Hanma, mentions of threesomes and open relationships, very little editing.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Doppo Orochi˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         Doppo would be an exceptional sugar daddy. He’s attentive and kind to you, both when you are out on dates and when you share private time together, and you can always tell he’s truly excited to spend time with you (even when sex isn’t involved). He loves to spoil you and has the money to back it, gifting you whatever your heart desires, all you have to do is say the word.

·         He’s a big family man, and as such he may push the boundaries a bit of what your relationship is. It’s hard to see him as just a benefactor when he’s sending you good morning and good night texts, inviting you over for home cooked dinners, calling you just so he can hear your voice and talk about silly things, checking in on you to make sure you are safe and happy. It may be pushing the line of what is appropriate and what isn’t for your relationship, but you can’t lie and say it isn’t nice feeling so cared for.

·         That being said, you know Doppo has a wife that he loves very much, so there is no confusion of your role as just a sugar baby in this dynamic. In most cases such a strong spousal bond may cause trouble on your end, but luckily for you Natsue is as fond of you as Doppo is. She’s definitely not as into the sexual aspect of your company as Doppo is, but get ready for plenty of passionate threesomes should the three of you find yourselves together and in the mood.

·         Doppo is very open about sharing his life with you. He invites you to all his matches, you have free access to Shinshin Kai dojo, and after a certain level of trust is reached, he’ll even give you a key to his house. At first it felt strange, like you were bordering on something taboo having so much access to his private life, and you worried you were taking advantage of his hospitality. But as time wore on you realized that his fondness for you was just so great that he wanted you to be a part of his life as much as possible, regardless of what the typical sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship was. However, if the familiarity and closeness ever made you uncomfortable he would end it immediately, reverting back to business as usual (though it would make him extremely sad).

·         His main downside is that he’s definitely very ‘dad-like’ and sometimes you feel more like a child he is over protective of then his beloved sugar baby. His fatherly advice and guidance can be a bit overbearing, and it takes all you have not to roll your eyes at his griping over some of your decisions and future plans.

·         If it doesn’t end up working out with Doppo, he has a hot son you can fall back on :)

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Gouki Shibukawa˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         Shibukawa truly is a wild card. You have no idea what to expect when this man calls on your services. He’s hired you for things as mild as enjoying afternoon tea with him and as raunchy as participating in the most degenerate sexual roleplay you can possibly imagine (consensually, of course).

·         So even though he’s one of your older benefactors, he is certainly far from boring. In fact, you can’t help but get excited whenever he reaches out to you, wondering what he may have in store for your meet up.

·         Shibukawa is one of the less sentimental of the sugar daddies. There is definitely no mistaking that your relationship is strictly for pleasure, and as a side effect of that his private life is a virtual mystery to you. You have your suspicions about what he does with his spare time, but should you pry too much he’ll swiftly and efficiently end the conversation, focusing his attention instead on the sweeter side of your affair.

·         However, he is far from cold. Shibukawa always treats you extremely well and pays you even better, so he quickly becomes one of your favorite clients.

·         Also, he’s extremely interesting. This man could make a story about what he ate for breakfast sound like the most fascinating thing on the world, so even if nothing big or exciting happens in the time you spend with him, at the very least you know you won’t ever be bored.

·         Don’t let his age fool you-he is a beast in bed. With age comes experience, and that has never been truer than with Shibukawa. You don’t think you’ve ever quite felt the thrill you get when you have intimate time with Shibukawa with any other client, let alone actual romantic partners you’ve had.

·         His downside is that his mood towards you is always fluctuating. He will be in constant contact with you for weeks at a time and then fall off the face of the earth, only to pop back up expecting you to prioritize him over your other clients. It’s a bit obnoxious, especially if he is your best paying client and you are relying on him financially, yet he refuses to keep you in the loop of any plans he wants to involve you in or meet ups he may be concocting.

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Motobe Izou˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         The KING of pet names. I honestly don’t think this man has ever called you your actual name once. Baby, sweetheart, dove, little one-the list goes on. If you called him a pet name back, he would probably have a heart attack brought on by the sheer amount of joy that would bring him.

·         He may not be as wealthy as some of your other clients, but his care and devotion to you are off the charts. Each time he calls on your services he always greets you with flowers or chocolates, and each date he takes you on is to a place you like or recommend, prioritizing your favorites over the stuff he may prefer. He’s at your beck and call; willing to drop everything should your schedule open up and you have the time to spend with him.

·         He’s very protective of you, having legitimate concerns over whether any of your other customers are overly handsy or make you do and participate in things you are uncomfortable with. He tries to play it cool and ask about your health and well-being nonchalantly, but you can tell by the nervous undertone in his voice and the bags under his eyes that his fretting over you and your profession wears heavily upon him, affecting his day to day life.

·         He’s also low-key scared that you prefer other clients over him (even though you have never done anything to make him perpetuate this idea), so he stresses himself out over that as well.

·         Motobe is an incredibly intimate lover. He takes his time with you, committing to memory which of his actions brings you the most pleasure so that he can use them time and time again to drive you wild. Every caress of his hand and kiss of his lips is gentle and loving, he treats you as if you are the most precious being on the planet earth and it never ceases to make you melt.

·         That being said, he has the toughest time distinguishing boundaries in your relationship, constantly blurring the lines between professional and personal. Anyone that interacts with the two of you can see just how head over heels for you he is, and more often than not when out and about people just assume you are spouses based solely on how openly affectionate and lovey dovey he is with you. His doting can be rather heavy-handed, not to mention disconcerting, especially when you work so hard to establish clear boundaries with him.

·         … But still, you can’t find yourself being too upset at Motobe. Even when he takes things too far, Motobe is certainly the most caring client you’ve had, earnestly watching over you and taking the best care of you he can with the limited time he has with you. Even with all his quirks, you have a definite soft spot for the man.

·         And who knows? Maybe someday when you seek another line of work and leave this one behind you can go on an actual date with him? He’ll most certainly be waiting on you, more than ready to make it official. :)

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Biscuit Oliva˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         If Biscuit is yoursugar daddy, my dear you have it MADE.

·         He is the IDEAL sugar daddy. He’s handsome, sweet, wealthy, and not afraid to lavish you in all of the finer things. It’s not uncommon for you to go out on a date with him only to come home in a new designer outfit of your choice, decked out in a varying level of jewels he let you pick out yourself.

·         And it’s not just material possessions, he loves taking you on all kind of exotic trips and vacations, taking you to places you never dreamed you’d be able to go. It makes his heart swell seeing the excitement in your eyes the moment the plane touches down at each new locale, your unbridled joy spurring him to feel just a thrilled by this adventure as you do (even if it’s to a place he has been countless times before).

·         But even when he’s not whisking you off to fun and foreign places, he always makes every date exciting. Regardless of if it’s small meet up, or a full on whirlwind adventure, there is never a dull moment with Biscuit.

·         Being with him is like an honest to god fairytale, you feel like some kind of royalty whenever you are in his presence. He dotes on you to the extreme, showering you in affection, praise, and gifts. You’ve never felt more beautiful or important than you do when you are with Biscuit.

·         All that being said, this man really makes you earn the title of sugar baby. His sex drive is off the charts and he has an insatiable attraction to you, which means the moment he sees you, he’s on you. Of course he shows decorum out in public, presenting as the perfect gentleman on any dates he escorts you on while out in the public eye. But the moment you two are behind closed doors? Prepare to be absolutely ravished. You probably won’t be able to walk for a few days once he’s done.

·         Like Doppo, you are aware that Biscuit already has a special lady in his life. As such, Biscuit made sure that you were someone that Maria was not just OK with, but someone she genuinely liked. You take that kind of as a badge of honor, as Maria has a tendency to be very picky with the people she surrounds herself with. But the two of you hit it off within minutes of meeting each other, which is a huge relief to both you and Biscuit.

·         You’re not expected to participate in the ‘sugar’ end of the deal with Maria, but should you show interest in Maria in that way, Biscuit would be over the moon. Whether it be a threesome or just the two of you together while he watched, he’ll be absolutely delighted either way (and expect to be handsomely compensated for the good time. ;). Just don’t start liking each other more than him, OK? He would probably pass away from heart break if the two of you left him in the dust. ^^;

·         The biggest down side to having Biscuit as your sugar daddy is that he can be a bit… much. He’s exceptionally clingy, to the point that you have to completely silence or shut off your phone sometimes because he’s always calling or texting you for some reason or another-even when you are with other clients. He also HEAPS on the affection so much that you feel suffocated by it, which is a lot on its own, let alone from a person you aren’t even in a committed relationship with. When you try and ask him to ease up, or even just straight up ignore him for a bit, it only makes his dogged affection worse. :/

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Yujiro Hanma˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         The fact that you even became the Ogre’s sugar baby is baffling, and honestly a rather scary and precarious situation for you to be stuck in.

·         The thought that he would actually pay for something so many people would willingly supply to him, or that he could simply take from another person, must mean he finds you extremely interesting. Whether that’s a good or bad thing is to be determined.

·         You don’t ever get a heads up for your liaisons with Yujiro-the man just shows up when he desires your company and that’s that. It doesn’t matter if you are sleeping, with another client, or otherwise engaged, Yujiro ALWAYS takes precedence and you better remember that if you want him to keep paying you.

·         That being said, he gets rather territorial of you when he sees you or hears about you with other clients. Not necessarily jealous (what is there to be jealous of? He’s leagues better than those losers and everyone knows it), but definitely disgruntled that despite his patronage you still choose other men to attend to. You should feel honored to have him as a patron, indebted to the point where he is your soul focus. The fact that you aren’t definitely pushes his buttons.

·         As stated, being Yujiro’s sugar baby is definitely a perilous situation to be in. He is interested in you enough to spend time and money on you, but you would never delude yourself into thinking he held any sort of romantic attraction towards you. You are merely a source of pleasure and entertainment, which in and of itself is fine, that is your profession after all.  But once your use to him ended… where does that leave you? With all other clients they simply moved on, but Yujiro is like an untamed beast. If he gets upset with you in anyway, getting extremely hurt by him is a very real possibility.

·         Also- he’s the strongest being on the planet. He could kill you without batting a lash, whether by accident or on purpose. Merely being in his presence is a daunting experience, and while you’ve dealt with strong and/or questionable clients in the past, Yujiro is a breed all his own. Simply put-he scares you, and he is by far the most dangerous person you’ve ever had to interact with.

·         Everything about your relationship is filled with uncertainty. Sometimes your dates are good- he’ll take you out to nice places to do exciting things and may even get you a gift or two. But more often than not his ‘dates’ (if you can even call them that) are chaotic and abrupt, leaving you in pain and out of it for days.

·         He’s EXTREMELY demeaning as well, calling you whore or slut more than your actual name. He especially likes to belittle you during sexual acts, reminding you of what a useless and weak piece of meat you are as he pounds into you mercilessly. The berating gets even worse when/if you start to feel pleasure from the acts. He enjoys it immensely when you put up a resistance to his advances, only to becoming a slavering mess, completely drunk off his cock.

·         Receiving money from Yujiro is very dependent on his mood and how much fun he had while in your company. There are days when you leave your dates loaded with cash with very little effort, and times when you go above and beyond to please him only to receive a small amount of income. Honestly though, the days when you receive more cash can be worse than when he barely pays you-he is apt to lord it over you and expect more unsolicited favors from you in response to his act of benevolence.

·         The worst part of this whole arrangement is that you don’t have a say in any of it. Any person in their right mind would reject Yujiro as a client no matter how attractive or wealthy he may be, but you were never given that luxury. The moment he took an interest in you, you became irrevocably tied to him with no hope of shaking him.  You would be forced to serve him until he grows tired of you- you just hope that when his interest in you wanes it means your freedom and not your untimely demise. :)

[kimsle]

Yujiro x y/n

Strange reincarnation 

This is my first ever story so don’t bash me k? 🤭

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It was like any other typical day of school. You show up, get to wherever your class is, go to lunch, go home and do it all over again the next day. You know, the good old rinse and repeat. But somehow today was different and you couldn't figure out why. You felt something... it didn't feel sinister but it didn't feel all that good either.  To put it simply, something didn't feel right. When you told your friends about this, they looked at you and around the classroom.  Rodney and Crystal questioned what you meant while the other two, Hope and Jonah laughed. " y/n what the heck are you going on about now?" Jonah asked still laughing at the feeling you told them about. " I'm not sure I just.. feel like something is about to happen"

"What?-" you cut Jonah off  " I'm being serious here, I really have this weird feeling! ". Just then you hear a loud smack in the front of the classroom. " This is not chat time this is work time! " (it was always work time..) " get back to work or I'll switch all of your seats! " we all sighed "yes ma'am.." we all reluctantly get back to work.

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After school

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(Finally it's time to go home) you get on the bus (Maybe they were right...I'm worrying for nothing) you take out your phone to find something to do, you decide to continue watching your favorite, Baki the grappler. Of course your favorite character was Yujiro Hanma, the black Air Force energy fighter himself. You couldn't help but like him, actually at times you didn't know why you liked the guy maybe it was because of that savage behavior he had at times and that desire to find his match ( someone who can match him in a fight of course) was hmm I don't know, attractive! Plus he was kinda a mood- *skrut!*

" What the hell! " the bus was out of control, crashing into one car after another. All you and the other passengers can do is scream as the bus flips over and over again, crashing into things left and right. Finally the flipping and the tumbling stopped. You cry out in pain, you have been wounded. A broken leg, it looks like you were stabbed by some glass and your head... you groaned..your pretty sure you hit your head in the wreckage. You try to pick yourself up and get out of this bus but unfortunately life had other plans for you. A train horn can be heard coming towards you " fuck.." ( I guess this is how I die ) yeah, this was the end for you. There was no getting yourself out of this one, especially since she could hardly even walk, nor crawl. The train crash's into the beaten up bus, sending the bus flying into the air. Everything fades to black. At first it was peaceful and quiet, but you started hearing gunfire and yelling going in and out. And those sounds just got even louder until- BOOM!! You jolt up, was that an explosion!? You looked all around you in utter shock and confusion, how are you alive? And how did you even end up here? You look over your whole body finding that you had no injuries to speak of. But how? You could've sworn you were badly hurt. You look around your surroundings again you were definitely not in a hospital. It was too loud for that. And the place looks like it had been neglected. Cobwebs and dust everywhere yuck. This place was unfamiliar to you. " cannon ball! " *BOOM!!* (and outside sounded like a war zone.) Were you seriously in the middle of a war? This has got to be a joke! You get to your feet and wander around the building you found yourself in. ( maybe I could find a way out? Or maybe even ask for directions to the nearest hospital? ) after wondering around you see light down a long hallway. " Finally! " you run towards the light, you finally found a way out of this creepy building you found yourself in. ( First things first I need to find help! ) you were finally outside you were overjoyed, but immediately that feeling faded into pure shock and fear. "AHHH PLEASE SPARE ME!!" "LET HIM GO YOU MONSTER!!" The soldier pleading for his life was being held by the neck of a man with red hair. The guy didn't really seem to care about his pleading, didn't even seem phased by it really. The other soldier who demanded the redheaded man to let his comrade go, was just standing there. He had a gun, why didn't he just shoot him? Surely that would've been easier than watching his comrades neck be broken? The man didn't even have a weapon how hard could have it been to just shoot him right then and there. " LET HIM GO OR ILL SHOOT!" The cowardly soldier, holds up his gun with shaky hands " I SAID LET HIM GO NOW!!" The redheaded man laughed in response, cracking his captives neck right in front of them. You gasped and hid behind a large rock while the two soldiers facing the ruthless man, stare at him in utter shock. ( Wow) you thought ( that was ruthless ) The two soldiers started shooting at the redheaded man, but the bullets couldn't even touch him. He ducked and weaved every single bullet, until finally getting a hold of them and breaking their necks like he had done the first. You watched in awe as you saw this unfold, not only could this man kill 3 trained and fully armed soldiers, He did it without a weapon!

He was monstrously amazing!- if that makes sense. But something seemed familiar about this guy. Was it his red hair? His muscles? his demeanor? Or the way he fights? Something tells you it was all of those things. But now that I mention it, he kinda does look like Yujiro-

You jolt back from peeking your head around the huge rock you hid behind. That man- no.. Yujiro had looked right in your direction, did he see you? If he did see you, you might be in danger. You sat there, hidden behind the boulder for a few seconds until deciding to take a peek again. Yujiro was gone. A sigh of relief escapes you.

And so, without confirming Yujiro had truly left, you leave your hiding place ( like an idiot ). And well what do ya know, he was right there- well he was actually behind you. You probably should have seen it coming, but it was to late to regret that now.

Yujiro had two of his fingers in your mouth while he had his free arm hold you against him, he had you in his grasp. "So.. you were the one hiding behind that pebble" his voice sent chills down your spine, but why was this situation kinda...hot? Call me crazy but I can already see the sparks between us. Wait- no that is a little crazy, but can you blame me? This is Yujiro we're talking about! He's literally the whole package- if you ignore the red flags and hazard signs, of course. And- wait I need to get my head back in the game! Like hello y/n you are currently in danger here don't just day dream! Your day dreaming was cut short due to Yujiro opening his mouth to speak once more

" I could just rip you apart right here and now "

You know what- a normal person would probably be begging for their life by now, but your delusional ass couldn't help but have your mind in the gutter.. ( I wonder if this is how people get sent to horny jail? )

Just then a group of soldiers came out of nowhere. " There he is!! " without Yujiro saying another word he threw you away and rushed at the soldiers head on, bashing one soldier's head in after another. " Ahhhh!! " the screams bloodcurdling. You wondered if you should use this opportunity to escape, but you didn't due to your simp urge to stay under the red head.

" AHH DAMN THIS BASTARD!! " The panicked soldier suddenly pulls out, what you could only assume is a grenade, and throws it at Yujiro — at full force. But of course, Yujiro was unfazed. He swiftly got out of the grenades reach and began to rip the poor soldier apart. It doesn't take him long to uhh- 'erase' the remaining soldiers, and then finally turn his attention back to you, locking eyes in the process.

Yujiro stares at you for a moment before he starts talking " I thought you would have ran off by now, you do know that was your chance right? " you give him a slightly embarrassed giggle, " well yeah I knew that but- uh I... hmmm wanna help you (?) "

Yujiro (understandably) was confused at your response, and don't mistake, you were too. You both looked at each other awkwardly as you both tried to make sense of your very own words.

But luckily the universe decided to save you from the embarrassing situation. more soldiers were coming in your direction, and Yujiro as predicted, went head first into the battle, and this time you used that little distraction to make your escape.

You don't know how far you've gone but you do know that you should be far enough away from Yujiro. You decide to wonder around a bit and see if you could find a village or a safe tent to take refuge at, and also find out how to get out of this battle zone. And after a few hours you managed to find a village. The people here had had looks of despair and fear on their faces, and you couldn't blame them. Some villages, while you were looking around for shelter, were devastated, and who knows when this village would be next.

But you quickly get back to the task at hand, you need to find shelter for the night. Walking around the maze like village for a few hours, you manage to find a homeless shelter and get a place to stay for the night and oh- "finally!"

You were over joyed by the presence of a bathtub, you couldn't remember the last time you took a bath or a shower every since you found your self out in a battle field. You quickly make yourself a hot bath and wash yourself, humming with happiness. Finally finishing up you dry your hair and body then looked at yourself in the mirror that hung over the bathroom sink. "!!" It was your face, your face had not changed at all. For some reason you thought you’d look a bit different than before. But I guess I should appreciate this. THIS is much more better than waking up in someone else's body.

You finish drying yourself and quickly put on some night clothes that you were given by the shelter workers. You slip into bed and drift off to sleep...

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Shopping / De compras.

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Character: Yujiro Hanma. Yujiro Hanma x Female Reader. Word count: 2k. Warning: Rude/absurd behavior on Yujiro's part and jealousy.

Parte en español, abajo. Requested by @abeeratmb

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After the father-son fight, the whole world began to idolize him, everyone recognized him and turned to look at him as soon as his imposing figure made his way through the crowd of people who until a moment ago were only focused on what was happening yours. Suddenly, the world was on the lookout for his every move or anything he did to talk about it with admiration, horror, dismay, or some indecipherable combination of the aforementioned three; Yujiro was no stranger to being recognized, but all that attention was starting to get annoying.

The mutterings of the people reached his ears due to the poor attempt of all the people around him to remain inconspicuous while talking about him, the ogre let out a warning growl as he turned to his side, everyone fell silent because of it. Y/n laughed at the scowl of the big man sitting in front of her, she was fully aware of the terrible mood Yujiro used to get when she kept insisting that she wanted to go out to the mall to do a couple of purchases, Yujiro first. He never liked accompanying her activities as trivial as that, however, with the extra attention Yujiro had reached a different level of rejection of mundane and everyday activities. He had given his arm this time only because she had pointed out how he had been denying her requests so much and how she planned to become stiflingly annoying if he continued to deny her, and with that, here they had it.

She gave Yujiro a couple of mocking thoughts for a few extra seconds before going on her tirade, completely uninterested about her companion's lack of interest.

“I've been excited to come to this new store since it opened last week,” Y/n recounted with a smile, her fingers fiddling with the eco-friendly straw she'd been drinking from earlier, “Everyone says it's full of items for everyone"

Yujiro hummed disinterestedly, his eyes darting around the place for anything that deserved his attention other than his partner's words that entered his ear like white noise, his menacing posture as he leaned back in his seat less noticeable to everyone around him. He nodded vaguely when Y/n turned to him with some question, he would let her listen to herself a bit more if it would make her move faster to get out of there.

Everything around him was obnoxiously quiet and everyday, just people minding their own business, however, he ended up catching a pair of eyes going to his table. They weren't on it.

"I was thinking of getting something for Baki too, do you think he might like something?" She glanced at him, finally asking for his direct opinion instead of settling for his lame expression of interest, "Are you listening?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get involved with the boy" Y/n finished frowning, complaining again about how rude he was every time he did that. Yujiro continued to pay attention to the looks, a couple of them had joined when he took his eyes off them for a second to answer the woman in front of him. "Didn't you want to buy something? Go get it so we can leave."

"You're damned impatient when you don't like something." Y/n totally ignored the ogre's angry face, she moved before he could complain to get up from her spot and grab her bag, "However, it really is about time you let's go into that store"

Hanma made an annoyed face, letting his partner's words pass just because she agreed to finally go to her destination, and imitated her action by standing up. People focused on them as they walked side by side to get away from the area and towards the area where all the shops were with their flashy windows and bright lights, the whispers returned and the comments came from everywhere without hesitation. Yujiro doesn't like cutesy public displays of affection like holding hands, but his hand tingled in disgust at the attention he was getting Y/n from a bunch of weaklings; As if she was going to turn to look at any of those poor male prospects when she had him.

Y/n turned to the man who was with her, leaving her phone aside, when she felt how her smaller hand was completely wrapped Yujiro's hand. A mocking laugh escaped her lips as she clung to his arm, humming in amusement when she heard his grunt in response to her action.

They walked together like that, Yujiro checking the surroundings, the gazes had diminished, but they were still there.

When the Hanma came to, they were already in front of the store, it was a fairly striking store, probably the gyroscopic lights that moved slowly gave it that exotic and expensive air despite not being exaggeratedly decorated to give that idea. The climate control was subtle and the fresh scent of pine was an unexpected selection, but at the same time it was not disturbing. Yujiro let go of Y/n as she began to marvel at every little item she saw, staying out of the woman's bubbling excitement and only pulling her occasionally to continue exploring the place until she found what she wanted.

"What do you think about this?" She turned to him for his opinion, an overgarment that had been fastened to a hook for its display now hung in front of her.

"Is that clothes?" he grumbled, eyeing the piece with disgust.

"Isn't that cute?" Y/n laughed at the growl that came after her words, "You're right, I should take it."

"I won't pay for that," he warned with a pout.

“Like you really pay for something”

The ogre's scathing and sarcastic comment was interrupted by the store staff who were approaching them both, he had just been recognized and now they were receiving him as some kind of special guest, he turned his eyes and let them guide them to the changing room area while they stocked Y/n with most of the seasonal items for her to choose from as much as she wanted. Yujiro waited in some gray armchairs that were nearby as a waiting room, his impatient face focused on the red curtain that hid Y/n from him, ignoring the employees who approached to offer him something to drink.

A few more seconds, Y/n went outside to look at herself in the full length mirror outside the fitting room.

"I definitely have an eye for clothes, don't you think?" she commented, speaking over her shoulder without actually looking at her companion.

"Whatever" was the only thing he received before her mocking comment, "Take it if you want"

"Didn't you say a second ago that you wouldn't pay for this?" Her question, her fingers combing through her hair to style it just a bit from the change of clothes.

"You said so," he sneered, "It's not like I really paid for anything."

“How annoying.” Y/n turned to look at him this time, an angry scowl on her face.

The employees came back to make sure that they both had everything they wanted without having to bother to move from their place, Yujiro gave a silent order for them to comply with her wishes, everyone moved quickly and efficiently. Y/n let out an impressed whistle.

A couple of changes of clothes were enough for a couple of shopping bags to accumulate on the sofa next to the ogre, the same one who absentmindedly looked at the contents of each one, leaving Baki's gift out when he realized that she was really there over there.

When the woman was satisfied, they approached the cash register, it was a pain for Y/n to convince Yujiro to pay for her things, in the end she had to give up including him in future mall visits. An employee packed into several bags all the items that both were carrying, well, that she was carrying.

“Sir, do you want our employees to help your daughter carry her bags to her car?”

Silence settled among everyone present, an awkward atmosphere filled the place in a matter of nothing when Yujiro held the woman's gaze for a second that seemed like forever, Y/n doing everything possible not to double over and sneer shamelessly from the man right there.

Looks of curiosity were born on the faces of those present, waiting for Yujiro's words to end what they believed was quality care for an important figure and that would only bring recognition to their establishment. The cashier who had addressed Yujiro in the first place was beginning to feel uncomfortable in her own skin, the man's vacant gaze was more intimidating than the annoyed look he had exhibited earlier, she swallowed and silently sought help from the woman who had arrived with the bigger man, she had stood behind him doing nothing but smiling with some amusement at all the interaction.

"I," the ogre's girl finally spoke, "I'm his girlfriend"

Y/n made an inhuman effort not to laugh when the faces of the employees turned pale at the same time, she was being cruel, all of them ending up in a speechless state with a scared countenance. Yujiro still torturing the poor woman with his harassing gaze.

"You shouldn't worry about me" Y/n smiled kindly, her arm anchoring once more in Yujiro's arm, "My partner is kind and strong enough to carry all of this for me"

"Have a nice day" the cashier stammered throughout the farewell to him, almost incomprehensible.

Y/n went first, being closely followed by the imposing man who, in his mental gloom, was carrying her things. For Yujiro everything was starting to fit annoyingly, everyone had seen him as the father of his girlfriend all day, that pissed off his pride a bit.

Is she that good? Did anyone have any doubts about what Yujiro Hanma was capable of doing? Having this woman was just one of the easiest things, he had Y/n because there was undoubtedly no one like him. She frowned, she had started to make fun of him again, it was that mocking look that disgusted him the most, did she also have doubts about him?

He dropped all of her bags drawing the attention of the woman in front of him, stopping her teasing and earning her a disgusted look.

"Hey, you're going to break something," she snorted, "It would be a waste of money if something broke when we just bought it-"

Yujiro's large hand gripped Y/n's arm to drag her closer to him, his hands cushioning her impact as she landed on the ogre's chest, and then their lips were sealed in a demanding kiss that locked her in place with an almost constricting force. He used to be this demanding, but never in front of so many people.

The man's lips crushed against hers in a passionate, demanding kiss to prove one thing, he was her mate; they were together, she was his. Undoubtedly. It must be undoubted to whoever sees them together. Those present had laid their eyes on them when the kiss began, but many had to look away after it went on for so long, eager caresses up and down the smaller woman's back had made many people feel suddenly shy.

He let her go after feeling satisfied, a red face had replaced the sneer she had exhibited for a while, he liked that more. She was silent even when she asked him to bring her things and the way she hung onto his arm again so they could both disappear into the crowd.

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Personaje: Yujiro Hanma. Emparejamiento: Yujiro Hanma x Mujer lectora. Recuento de palabras: 2k. Advertencia: Comportamiento grosero/absurdo por parte de Yujiro y celos.

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Después de la pelea de padre e hijo el mundo entero empezó a idolatrarlo, todo mundo lo reconocía y se giraban a mirarlo tan pronto como su imponente figura se abría paso a través de la multitud de personas que hasta hace un momento solo estaban concentrados en lo suyo. De repente, el mundo estaba atento a todos sus movimientos o a cualquier cosa que hiciera para hablar sobre ello con admiración, horror, consternación o una indescifrable combinación de las tres antes mencionadas; Yujiro no era ajeno a ser reconocido, pero toda esa atención empezaba a ser molesta.

Los murmullos de las personas llegaban a sus oídos debido al pobre intento de todas las personas a su alrededor de pasar inadvertidos mientras hablaban de él, el ogro dejo ir un gruñido de advertencia mientras se giraba hacia su costado, todo mundo guardo silencio a causa de ello. T/n se rio del ceño fruncido del gran hombre sentado al frente suyo, era plenamente consciente del terrible humor que solía tener Yujiro cuando insistía sin cesar con que quería salir al centro comercial para hacer un par de compras, en primer lugar, a Yujiro jamás le gusto acompañarle en actividades tan triviales como esa, sin embargo, con la atención extra Yujiro había alcanzado un nivel diferente de rechazo ante las actividades mundanas y cotidianas. Él había dado su brazo a torcer en esta ocasión solo porque ella había señalado como había estado renegando tanto a sus peticiones y de cómo pensaba volverse asfixiantemente fastidiosa si continuaba dándole negativas, y con eso, aquí lo tenían.

Le dedico un par de pensamientos burlescos a Yujiro durante unos pocos segundos adicionales antes de empezar su diatriba, completamente desinteresada acerca de la falta de interés de su acompañante.

“Estaba entusiasmada por venir a esta nueva tienda desde que abrió la semana pasada,” T/n relato con una sonrisa, sus dedos jugueteaban con la pajilla ecológica de la que había estado bebiendo hace un rato, “Todo mundo dice que está llena de artículos para todo mundo”

Yujiro tarareo con desinterés, los ojos recorriendo todo el lugar por algo que mereciera su atención aparte de las palabras de su pareja que entraban como ruido blanco en su oído, su postura amenazante al estar reclinado sobre su asiento era menos notoria para todos a su alrededor. Asintió vagamente cuando T/n se dirigió a él con alguna pregunta, la dejaría escucharse un poco más si eso hacía que se moviera más rápido para irse de allí.

Todo a su alrededor era detestablemente tranquilo y cotidiano, solo personas ocupándose de sus propios asuntos, sin embargo, termino por captar un par de ojos que se dirigían a su mesa. No estaban puestas en él.

“Estaba pensando en conseguir algo para Baki también, ¿crees que algo le guste?” ella lo miro, finalmente pidiéndole una opinión directa en lugar de conformarse con la deficiente expresión de interés que hace, “¿Estás escuchándome?”

“Si, si, no te relaciones con el muchacho” T/n termino de fruncir el ceño, quejándose otra vez de lo grosero que era cada vez que hacía eso. Yujiro continúo prestándole atención a las miradas, un par de ellas se habían sumado cuando aparto sus ojos un segundo para responderle a la mujer frente a él. “¿Acaso no querías comprar algo? Ve por eso para que podamos irnos”

“Eres detestablemente impaciente cuando algo no te gusta” T/n ignoro olímpicamente el rostro enojado del ogro, ella se movió antes de que él pudiera quejarse para levantarse de su lugar y sujetar su bolso, “Sin embargo, realmente ya es hora de que entremos a esa tienda”

Hanma hizo un rostro de fastidio, dejando pasar las palabras de su pareja solo porque accedió a ir finalmente a su destino, e imito la acción de ella al ponerse de pie. La gente se centró en ellos cuando caminaron a la par para alejarse de la zona y dirigirse hacia el área en donde estaban todas las tiendas con sus llamativos escaparates y luces brillantes, los murmullos regresaron y los comentarios venían de todas partes sin reparo. A Yujiro no le gustan las cursis demostraciones públicas de afecto como tomarse de las manos, pero su mano hormigueo de disgusto al notar la atención que estaba recibiendo T/n por parte de un puñado de debiluchos; como si ella fuese a voltear a mirar a cualquiera de esos pobres prospectos de hombres cuando lo tenía a él.

T/n se volteó hacia el hombre que la acompañaba, dejando de lado su teléfono, cuando sintió como su mano más pequeña era envuelta en su totalidad por la mano de Yujiro. Una risa burlesca se escapó de sus labios cuando se ancló al brazo de él, tarareando con diversión cuando escucho el gruñido de respuesta ante su acción.

Caminaron juntos de esa forma, Yujiro comprobando los alrededores, las miradas habían disminuido, pero seguían allí.

Cuando el Hanma regreso en sí ya estaban frente a la tienda, era una tienda medianamente llamativa, probablemente las luces giroscópicas que se movían lentamente le daban ese aire exótico y costoso a pesar de no estar exageradamente decorada para dar esa idea. La climatización era sutil y el aroma fresco de pino era una selección que no te esperabas, pero al mismo tiempo no resultaba molesto. Yujiro dejo ir a T/n cuando esta empezó a maravillarse por cada pequeño artículo que veía, quedándose al margen de la burbujeante emoción de la mujer y solo tirando de ella ocasionalmente para que continuara explorando el lugar hasta encontrar lo que quería.

“¿Qué piensas de esto?” ella se giró hacia él en busca de su opinión, una prenda superior que estaba ajustada en un gancho para su exhibición ahora colgaba frente a ella.

“¿Eso acaso es ropa?” él se quejó, observando con disgusto la pieza.

“¿Verdad que es lindo?” T/n se rio del gruñido que vino tras sus palabras, “Tienes razón, debería llevarla”

“No pagaré por eso” advirtió con mala cara.

“Como si realmente pagaras por algo”

El comentario mordaz y sarcástico del ogro fue interrumpido por el personal de la tienda que se acercaban a ambos, acababa de ser reconocido y ahora lo estaban recibiendo como a una especie de invitado especial, giro los ojos y les dejo guiarlos hasta el área de probadores mientras surtían a T/n de la mayoría de las prendas de temporada para que escogiera cuanto quisiera. Yujiro espero en unos sillones grises que estaban cerca de allí a modo de sala de espera, su rostro impaciente se concentró en la cortina roja que escondía a T/n de él, ignorando a los empleados que se acercaban para ofrecerle algo de tomar.

Unos segundos más, T/n salió para mirarse en el espejo de cuerpo completo que estaba fuera del probador.

“Definitivamente tengo un buen ojo para la ropa, ¿no crees?” ella comentó, hablando por encima del hombro sin mirar realmente a su acompañante.

“Como sea” fue lo único que ella recibió ante su burlón comentario, “Llévatelo si quieres”

“¿Hace un segundo no dijiste que no pagarías por esto?” cuestiono, sus dedos peinando su cabello para estilizarlo solo un poco por el cambio de ropa.

“Tú lo dijiste” él se burló con una risa, “No es como si realmente pagara por algo”

“Que fastidioso” T/n lo volteo a ver esta vez, una mueca de enojo en su rostro.

Los empleados volvieron para cerciorarse de que ambos tuvieran todo lo que quisieran sin tener que tomarse las molestias de moverse de su lugar, Yujiro dio una orden silenciosa para que cumplieran con los deseos de ella, todos se movieron rápido y eficientemente. T/n dejo ir un silbido impresionado.

Un par de cambios de ropa bastaron para que un par de bolsas de compras se acumularan en el sofá junto al ogro, el mismo que miraban distraídamente el contenido de cada una, dejando fuera el regalo de Baki cuando se percató de que realmente estaba allí.

Cuando la mujer estuvo satisfecha se acercaron a la caja registradora, fue un fastidio para T/n el convencer a Yujiro de que pagara por sus cosas, al final tuvo que renunciar a incluirlo en visitas al centro comercial en el futuro. Una empleada empacó en varias bolsas todos los artículos que ambos estaban llevando, bueno, que ella estaba llevando.

“Señor, ¿quiere que nuestros empleados ayuden a su hija a llevar sus bolsas a su auto?”

El silencio se asentó entre todos los presentes, una atmosfera incómoda inundo el lugar en cuestión de nada cuando Yujiro le sostuvo la mirada a la mujer por un segundo que pareció eterno, T/n haciendo hasta lo imposible para no doblarse sobre sí misma y burlarse descaradamente del hombre justo allí.

Las miradas de curiosidad nacieron en los rostros de los presentes, esperando por las palabras de Yujiro para dar por finalizada a la que creían fue una atención de calidad para una figura importante y que solo traería reconocimiento a su establecimiento. La cajera que se había dirigido a Yujiro en primer lugar empezaba a sentirse incómoda en su propia piel, la mirada vacía del hombre resultaba más intimidante de la mirada de molestia que había exhibido antes, trago saliva y busco ayuda silenciosa de la mujer que había llegado con el hombre más grande, ella se había quedado parada tras él sin hacer más que sonreír con cierta diversión ante toda la interacción.

“Yo” la mujer del ogro hablo finalmente, “Yo soy su novia, en realidad”

T/n hizo un esfuerzo inhumano para no reírse cuando los rostros de los empleados palidecieron al mismo tiempo, estaba siendo cruel, todos terminando por quedarse en un estado mudo con un semblante asustado. Yujiro aun torturando a la pobre mujer con su hostigante mirada fija.

“No deben preocuparse por mí” T/n sonrió amablemente, su brazo anclándose una vez más al brazo de Yujiro, “Mi pareja es lo suficientemente amable y fuerte para llevar todo esto por mí"

“Que tenga un buen día” la cajera tartamudeo durante toda su despedida, casi incomprensiva.

T/n marcho primero siendo seguida de cerca por el imponente hombre que, en su penumbra mental, cargaba sus cosas. Para Yujiro todo empezaba a encajar fastidiosamente, todos lo habían visto como el padre de su novia durante todo el día, eso molesto un poco su orgullo.

¿Qué había con ella? ¿Acaso alguien tenía duda sobre lo que era capaz de hacer Yujiro Hanma? El tener a esta mujer no era más que una de las cosas más fáciles, él tenía a T/n porque indudablemente no había nadie como él. Frunció el ceño, ella había empezado a burlarse de él otra vez, era esa mirada burlona lo que más le disgustaba, ¿acaso ella también tenía dudas de él?

Dejo caer todas las bolsas llamando la atención de la mujer frente a él, deteniendo sus burlas y ganándose la mirada disgustada de la misma.

“Oye, vas a romper algo” ella resopló, “Sería un desperdicio de dinero si algo llega a romperse cuando lo acabamos de comprar-“

La gran mano de Yujiro sujeto el brazo de T/n para arrastrarla más cerca de él, sus manos amortiguando su impacto al posarse en el pecho del ogro, y luego sus labios fueron sellados en un beso exigente que la aprisionaba en su lugar con una fuerza casi constrictora. Él solía ser así de exigente, pero jamás frente a tanta gente.

Los labios del hombre se aplastaron contra los de ella en un beso apasionado y demandante por demostrar una cosa, él era su pareja; estaban juntos, ella era suya. Indudablemente. Debía ser indudable para quien sea que los vea juntos. Los presentes habían puesto sus ojos en ellos cuando el beso comenzó, pero muchos tuvieron que desviar la mirada después de que se prolongó durante tanto tiempo, caricias ansiosas que subían y bajaban por la espalda más pequeña de la mujer habían hecho que muchas personas se sintieran tímidas de repente.

La dejo ir después de sentirse satisfecho, un rostro rojo había reemplazado la mueca de burla que ella había exhibido desde hace un rato, eso le gusto más. Fue silenciosa incluso cuando le pidió que trajera sus cosas y en la forma en que se colgó de su brazo otra vez para que ambos pudieran desaparecer entre la multitud.

[poopyballz28]

(Baki) Requests open

Doing this cause I genuinely have zero ideas on what to write. Give me something creative.

Reminder: If you don't see me respond to your request in the next couple weeks, it's either I couldn't really work with it or I'm still working on it. Have patience, but also know I don't particularly owe you a piece of writing.

What I will write:

As much as I dislike Y/N content, I will budge and do some. Preferably platonic and not romantic.

Short fics regarding a certain character

Multiple character headcanon writings

Certain ships. Those including, DoyleKatsumi, JakuRestsu, BakiKozue, DoyleRetsu, KoshoHanada, KatouAtsushi, KatouPoopyballz28, ChiharuKaoru, and ChiharuBaki.

What I will not write for:

Anything mainly sexual

OC x canon

Yujiro (Maybe for certain occasions where it'd be interesting...but not very often)

Don't be afraid to request too mutuals, you are all welcome.

[quennyquinn]

oliva biscuit x hijastra mimada reader

yujiro hanma: oliva mírate, que patético....subyugado a dos hembras, pero con solo una te acuestas...ridículo.

oliva: yujiro, son mi esposa e hijastra, y aun soy un hombre sin cadenas.

hijastra T/N: PAPI....vamos papi, la venta de chanel ya va empezar...y quiero comprar muchas cosas de avance de temporada y luego fendi y a versace y también comprarle algunas cosas a mamá.

oliva:-sonriendo- claro princesa bebe...también te comprare todo lo que pequeño corazón quiera.

hijastra T/N: awwww eres el mejor papi del mundo.

[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.