#Baki hanma

[itshirohi]

Got bored, made some random art :P Honestly just trying to get back into digital (and coloring the shit I draw) with some... decent (???) results? idk

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Dibuje esta wea hace tiempo pero la vuelvo a subir

El doyle disfrazao de doja cat XDDDD

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*touches the soil* something awful happened here

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

Baki:

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

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

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

Hanayama:

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

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

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

Katsumi:

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

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

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

Jack:

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

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

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

Retsu:

• is also very calm about it.

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

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

Shibukawa:

• He is neutral.

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

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

Yujiro:

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

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

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

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!scientist!reader, noncon, frottage, size kink, lots of cum, all characters featured are aged 18+

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

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day one [ pickle + size kink ]

you had been so close to pushing the alarm. so close to alerting the guards, and so close to being saved. your hand still reaches out towards the red button on your desk, but you’re held back too far at this point to hit it, restrained and helpless.

on top of that, you knew if anyone saw how much you were actually enjoying the beast’s containment breach, you’d be fired.

from this angle, you could watch your feet sway back and forth.

your legs dangled.

suspended at least a full foot above the sterile floor, a lopsided ovally shadow danced in tandem against the tiles below your stocking-clad toes. where your black heels had fallen off during the struggle, you have no idea. your shoes are the least of your concerns at the moment. your eyeline, albeit blurry from the crooked positioning of your glasses as you struggled against the beast, traces your own legs, and the runners of ripped pantyhose up your knees and over your thighs. the tears became more prominent, and your stockings more akin to the shreds of a cheap mummy costume hanging off your hips. it made your head spin, seeing how vulnerable and exposed your lower half was. your gray pencil skirt had been pushed up, haphazardly around your belly, and two, massive and clawed hands grip your soft thighs, from underneath, keeping them spread wide for the monstrous cock to rub against your core.

it was much too big to fit inside ( luckily for you, because as you stare at how endowed Pickle actually was, you could imagine the carnage a tool as big and hard as his would wreak on your organs ). Pickle had been frustrated at that— pushing and growling and snarling and trying to bite at the back of your neck when you squirmed to hold you steady so he can force it into your small opening, but your body couldn’t even stretch enough to take the head, so after several grueling moments of trying to cram and push, he settled for grinding against your pussy, instead. his movements were clumsy, driven by instinct and lust, and his hips rocked furiously, his grip on his thighs dragging you along the length of his rigid, powerful sex.

at first you’d fought and pushed and clawed at him to stop, telling him it hurt and that he was a bad, bad boy for doing this, but you couldn’t help that your body started to react. you started to get wet. your cunt started to soak the cock that was trying to slot between your soft, sticky netherlips, though it was much too thick, it managed to spread them, allowing them to kiss the expanse just enough to feel as though this Jurassic man was splitting you apart without actually being inside of you.

amidst your own mewls and groans, you could hear the constant drip-dripping of the primitive man’s thick cum as it beaded at the swollen, purple tip and frosted the many, many inches, emphasizing the bulging veins as it coats them in white, and dribbled on to the floor between his gargantuan feet. there was already a puddle on the floor. he had cum so many times that the release no longer erupted, but seemed to bubble out in a constant stream. either this was normal behavior, to breed and breed until he ran completely dry, or he was simply so pent up after the one hundred and ninety million years of being frozen that he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to, you couldn’t be sure.

if you hadn’t been the unwilling test subject, you might’ve been interested in studying his mating habits.

“F—fff—uck—!” a breathy croak of complete submission— it was the best you could do when dominated by a man of this stature, a beast of his magnitude. your lab coat hands off your shoulders, your blouse ripped open from the sheer power of his claws, and your breasts flop wildly against the rhythm as your eyelids flutter.

not just Pickle had cum, but you as well, your release gluing itself in sticky webs and a glossy finish to your thighs and his manhood. “I can’t… take it…” you’d started to babble after you reached peak a handful of times, your head rolling around on your shoulders, your small body slumping against his sturdy, broad chest that heaves with excitable, ragged breathing and grunts of pleasure as he jacks his cock off with your body. “I-I’m going… crazy…”

what’s worse, you realized, is that you were only getting slipperier, slicker, and more pliable. if the giant kept this up, it wouldn’t be much longer before he’d force his cock into your poor hole, regardless of the fact that he must know he’d fully and truly break you if he did.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Idk if your still accepting request but can you do a Pickle one where his old female s/o died in his era and now he sees her doppelgänger in the stands at the fight so now he’s all obsessed with her (I hope you get what I mean) 😆

Oh! So like a reincarnation sort of situation? I can do that.

I just accept whatever requests I want. I favor some over others

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Pickle meets his mate again

Pickle

Imagine Pickle’s surprise when he’s out and about in the streets and he spots you looking over some wares at a fruit stand. His eyes sparkling in recognition

You were still as small and delicate as he remembered… he had to see you

Pickle’s large form towered over yours, you could feel his hot breath on the top of you head as he leaned down to come face to face with you. You didn’t move a muscle out of pure fear. This was the guy who’s as from the news… was he going to hurt you?

But instead of forcing himself upon you, he traced his fingers over the skin of your face. A coo escaped his lips as he made some chirping noises. Huh?

Pickle was so happy to see that it was you! After all these years… you were here with him again! Pickle leaned his head down and touched his forehead against yours, the caveman nuzzling you affectionately. His mate was alive…

You were puzzled at your predicament. What on earth was going on? And that’s when he ran his slimy tongue down your cheek, a surprised squeal escaped your lips. Why did he just lick you?

Pickle smiled at the taste of your skin. You were still sweet… sweeter than he remembered, but still tasted the same. Pickle scooped you up in his arms with little effort. The caveman decided on taking you back to the ring with him

It was time for the two do you to be together again! He’d take better care of you this time. He’d protect you from everything and everyone. Especially those pesky humans

[ozzgin]

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

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

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

Thank you for reading this , bye.

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

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader

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

Backstory

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

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

The Meeting

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

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

Kaiou Retsu

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

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

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

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

Katsumi Orochi

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

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

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

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

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

Jack Hanma

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

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

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

Baki Hanma

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

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

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

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

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Drabble

Baki Hanma x reader

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Warnings: 18+, overstim, dacryphilia, NSFW

“Shh sweet girl, am I hurting you?”, he asked, pausing from his mind numbing thrusts, one hand keeping your waist in place while the other wrapped around your neck, his warm breath brushing your ear as he spoke. “n-noo”, you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. “Then what’s the problem?”, he asked, the hand on your waist reaching to your front, searching for the swollen bean he was rubbing just a minute ago, his index and middle finger gently pinching the nub between them, before he began slowly rubbing your clit again with the pad of middle finger, using his index and ring finger to spread you out as much as they could.

Whining deeply, you squirmed against him, biting your lip hard when he started flicking your poor clit. “Tell me now”, he said, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting into you with high force to have you gasp, repeating his actions with his words. “Tell me”, but you couldn’t time uttering any words without whimpering or moaning, boarding a scream when he didn’t stop, rubbing your clit and thrusting into you at a rhythm that robbed you of any thought process. It only took a few more off these thrusts before you began squirting, Baki alternating to gently rubbing your clit faster, using all his fingers as he looked down to watch your fluids spray onto the already soaked bed sheets. “Ahhh, that’s it sweet thing”, he chuckled, talking to himself amidst your orgasm, knowing full on well that you wouldn’t be able to register any of his words.

Getting off your knees, you just had to kick the pillows in front of you, Baki easily pinning you against him as your body shivered, enjoying the feel of you helplessly squirming in his arms. But he did not have the patience to wait, looking for a dry spot on the bed to gently place you on your back, spreading your shaking thighs apart, hoping to make eye contact with you as he prepared himself for another round of his favorite part. One of your hands clawing at the sheets while the other sat over your mouth, your teeth gripping the skin on the side of your palm, something you did in the moment to try and relieve yourself of the overwhelming pleasure the orgasm brought you. Your eyes were shut tight, but shot open when you felt Baki’s warm mouth on your clit, tears flooding your eyes again as you began crying. Before he could even start sucking he separated his mouth from you, his face serious as he listened to you cry, finally making eye contact with you. “Are you asking for a spanking?”, he spoke, the expression on his face matched with the tone of his voice serious enough to intimidate you, shaking your head no as you also tried to speak, wiping the tears from your eyes quickly. “n-no b-bakii. I’m s-sorry”, you spoke, choking on your tears. “I’ll s-stop cr-crying”. “Okay angel”, he said, a smile on his face at your weak attempts too his yourself. “Tell me you want your clit in my mouth”, he spoke, and you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips at the sound of his tormenting words. Why did he have to be such a prick sometimes. “P-please…put your m-mouth on m-me”, you managed to say, making him smile your head falling back to succumb to the situation. And without waisting more time, he began sucking your clit, his tongue desperately exploring your dripping wet vulva, shoving the wet muscle inside of you, going lower to do the same to your anus, alternating between tongue fucking your pussy, your asshole, as well as sucking your clit.

Gripping his thick brown hair with your hand, the other gripping the sheets, your body shook violently from the sensation of all this stimulation, your throat dry as screamed and cried.

[gojocumdumpster]

Pebbles and Stones

Things Pickle does to show that he loves you.

Songs to listen to while reading: Like a Tattoo by Sade. "I remember his hands and the way the mountains looked..The light shot diamonds from his eyes"

Making things for you he likes making little crowns made out of leaves and sticks you have about 10 of them, he likes bringing back little flowers or daisys you also have a collection of those. Whenever you guys go on trail walks he points at the butterfly's to show you how pretty they are.

Grooming you, he likes messing with your hair a lot styling it he also likes does braids on your hair like he does with his, he will lick your face making sure it's clean and if you wear makeup he thinks something happened to your face and is licking your whole face until it's completely gone or smeared.

Squishing random parts of your body, he real like cupping your cheeks the ones on your face and squishing them not to much to hurt you. He also likes poking your cheeks and boobs a lot. When he poked your boobs at first he was wondering why they were covered with a weird material (Bra) since he's walking around shirtless most of time he wants you to do the same. So when you go to sleep without a bra he pokes them and realizes you don't have the weird material on so he ends up groping them.

Trying human gestures he sees people do. One day you guys had to go somewhere so he wanted to try and open the car door for you so that's what he did, when he did it you smiled at patting his head saying how much of a gentleman he was. Others are like trying to help you around the house for example helping you clean the counters, he watches you do it and then copies at you smiling at you.

Taking you to his Pillow fort he made so you guys can cuddle in he likes it because it reminds him of his cave so that's what he does and he invited you in it with leaves and sticks scattered in it while holding you in his arms as your guys sleep together.

[nkbee]

I saw an opportunity after seeing that Michael Jordan meme template.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guess you can see where this is going.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yurmomsawh0r]

Taming His Beast

Synopsis - Teaching your new barbarian husband how to be gentle.

Cw: Rough sex, biting, power exchange, creampie, pet names, Baki being a little mean, slow sex, getting caught (squint), reader on top

Hi everyone! Todays story was inspired by Zoey Dravens Horde Kings series and I thought Baki would be perfect for it! Please enjoy!

*All characters are over the age of 18+*

“Ahh!” I ragged moan escaped my lips once again. On an endless loop, he ripped them from me with his powerful thrust. He was a beast. A monster that brought my body to new heights again and again and again.

I couldn’t take anymore as he used my arms against me. Securing them behind my back with his one hand. Pulling me back against him only to buck his hips into me harder than last. I felt it. Another bubbling orgasm that was about to surface. “Yess. . . “ He groaned out.

“I feel you clenching around me little beauty” He whispered in our tent. “Give it to me” He said again. The dark tone in his voice was so primal, it made my heat hotter and my walls grip him tighter. I heard him moan a little. I felt him everywhere.

His breath on my back, his hands now roaming up and down my body, his cock deep inside me — rubbing my walls in a way I never knew a man could. It felt amazing as always but it left me aching afterwards. By now I had learned that my new husband liked to fuck, and he fucked hard. “Cum for me little beauty!” He thrusted harder and the damn in me broke, hopefully for the last time of the night.

“Fuck!” I was a moaning mess. His cock started to feel bigger and his pace started to fall. He was about to cum. No doubt in me. He was ravenous yes, but for some reason his seed filling me made him feral. Primal even. He always looked at me afterwards with such a possessive look in his eyes.

Like I was his prize and no one was allowed to see.

“Yes! Yesss!” Calling out as I felt my insides gush around him making him still, shooting his load into me. The warmth coated my insides, filling me up and sliding out when no more could hold inside. Both of us spent and slumped over on his king size bed. Lush furs tickling our flesh.

He was still seethed inside me. Throbbing ever so slightly. The intense heat from his body blanketed mine from the slight breeze that made its way in our tent. I knew I would be in pain once I awaken from the slumber I felt looming over me. Like a thick fog waiting to collapse.

Soon, that looming fog started to descend upon me. My mind drifting and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt a gentle touch. A soft caress to my small cheek. So soft that I had thought I imagined it.

-

When I had awoken, I was alone. Of course I was. He seemed to always be gone by the crack of dawn. Like he wanted to avoid me. I shifted slightly. The agonizing throb between my legs evident. My handmaidens must have heard me get up because the flaps to our tent opened and they rushed inside.

“Morning my lady.” They said in unison. It was odd, but I didn’t mind. Giving them a greeting in return, I forced myself up and out of the bed. “Would you like some salve my lady?” One of them spoke. I walked over to the basin full of steaming water. As I stepped in, a deep sigh had left from my lips the deeper I went in. “Yes please. After my bath.” No doubt they all had heard me last night. Baki did not take it easy on me. He was angry about something, but he seemed to calm down after we had sex. I can still remember the way he came in. No greeting me as he grabbed my upper arm and threw me on the bed. I remember feeling him gripping my hips and flipping me over so he could take me from behind.

After my soak, they dressed me in fine silk garments and placed my hair into a ponytail braid. I wasn’t used to being catered like this. My family always treated me like I wasn’t one of them. An expendable they could used whenever they wished.

I wonder if that’s how it would be here. Only useful when my husband needed to dump his load. I wondered if we would ever have any type of relationship at all…

The least he could do for me is be gentle. At least some of the time, but it was like he didn’t have a gentle bone in his body. Even as I begged him to slow down, it always fell on deaf ears. But not tonight. Surely he would want to have sex again but this time we will do things my way.

I turned to my handmaidens. “May I ask you something?” I waited for a response. “Of course my lady. What would you like to ask.” Daila spoke.

She seemed to be the oldest of the two so I asked her instead of her sister Mina. “How do you make a male. . . be soft for you?” I asked. Although I was a little to shy to ask what my question directly.

“What do you mean my lady?” I huffed. My cheeks felt hot. “You know. . Like how do I make Lord Hanma more. . . gentle. . . I’m bed.”

At the end of my words I felt my body heat up with embarrassment. I wasn’t experienced with dealing with men and that was already an embarrassment in itself. My handmaidens laughed. I looked to them with a slight playful glare.

“I’m sorry my lady, it’s just it isn’t often we have these types of conversations, but our Lord has always been, well rough. With everything he does. Honestly. He might not even know how to be gentle.”

I plucked some dried meat and took a bite listening to her words. “But men are simple my lady. They may like being in charge, but with some ‘encouragement’ any man can fall.”

“What do you mean?” She giggled again. “Get him on his back my lady. The rest will be easy. And I promise he will like it.” . . . .

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Time flew by that day. Night had fallen and my husband would be here soon. I had drank myself two full cups of wine, and already, I felt myself loosen up. Tonight would be the night.

The tent flaps opened and the smell of husky male filled my nose. The hairs on my skin stood at attention and my heart beat faster than ever.

He stood tall and proud. His muscular body always did something to mine. It’s like my body knew that he owned it. As if our bodies called to each other. Constantly.

His eyes met mine, and I could see his iris flare. He looked upset when he first stepped in, but now, he looked wild. Untamed with lust. He stalked toward the steaming tub, undressing quickly before stepping in.

His cock already starting to rise and it bobbed and swayed with his movements. Just the shear size of it had me gulping. It was unbelievable that that was inside of me. Caressing me from the inside.

“I can smell your desire little beauty. Come here” he called out to me. Never breaking our eye contact. Carefully, I stood and made my way over to the side of the tub. “Would you like me to wash you my lord?”

He huffed. His body going rigid. His cock throb just above the water. “If you wish is my wife. I will not stop you.”

I grabbed the wash rag and lathered it with the oils given to us. With soft movements. I washed him. Caressed him in ways that I knew he liked. Thanks to the help of Daila, I had learned the quick art of seduction.

As I reached over to wash his hard length, I felt the sheer dress stick to my body from the water. My breast were on full display for his pleasure. Bake had no shame in staring at him. Even if it made me uncomfortable, nervous or even lust filled. I was his wife, and as he put it before. He could do what he pleased.

I gripped the base of his shaft with the rag and drew a long tug upwards on it. A growl escaped my husbands lips as I did it again and again and again, until his length was full on hard and hot.

A gasp left me as he gripped my sheer dress and yanked it from my body. The tattered rags fell from my body and instantly, I was exposed.

His hand caressed my bottom before he went to my most softest place. “Well little beauty. Are you wet from just washing me? It seems so.” I couldn’t help but moan when he rubbing circles on my clit. My body moving on its own to grind into him.

Suddenly he stood from the bath, grabbing me into his arms and taking us straight to our bed. He laid me down and went to dive in between my legs, but I pushed him away. His brows creased. “I do not have time for your stubborn games tonight, do not try to stop me now.” He spoke. Again he tried to pull my flesh against his, only to be stopped a second time.

Quickly I sat up. Placing my hands on his face before drawing his lips to mine. I could already see the fight in his eyes dwindling. Our lips melted together in a slow dance. His tongue brushing against my lips asking for access to which I gave. I sucked on the tip of his tongue and like the wild man he was, he gripped my backside roughly.

Slowly, while he was distracted, I pushed him down onto the furs. Straddling his rock hard body. My cunt dripping with need. A gentle need.

Reaching behind me, I gripped him in my hand and stroking ever so slowly. He hissed. “Little beauty…” he called out a warning by saying my pet meals. “Have patience my lord.” I said softly as I stroked him again. A bead of his seed falling onto my hand.

Lifting myself slightly, I positioned us so that the head of his cock lined with my opening. His hands flew to my sides, trying to roughly pull me down, but I stopped him. I gripped his hands in mine and removed them from me. “What are you doing wife. I told you. No games.”

“I am not playing games your highness. I’m just being gentle.” He narrowed his brown eyes at me but relaxed his hold on me.

I stared into his eyes as I slid down on him. Both of us releasing a gasp once he touched my back wall. Placing my hands on his chest, I slowly slid up and back down. A loop I continued until I found a good rhythm. “Ah. ..” I moaned. Baki started to thrust upwards ever so softly. Matching my pace.

Although I felt full and slight pain from him hitting my cervix, I felt alive. Powerful even. He gripped my breast gently and played with my nipples till they peaked.

I think he was starting to realize this was something I liked. My big bulky husband being gentle, and for my eyes only. “Do you like when I play with you breast little beauty?” He asked me. His voice deep and lulling me into him further. My hips started to grind a little faster as I felt my peak nearing. “Yes, I do. I love it!” He took one into his mouth. Pulling and tugging gently with his teeth and lapping them with his tongue.

“Oh gods!” I moaned louder. My insides clenched around him and I heard him suck in air. I rocked back and forth, chasing my orgasm that was so, so close.

“Are you going to cum for me little beauty?” He asked me. His hands now on my ass. Spreading me even more. “Yess my lord!”

“Then cum for me. .” And I did. Just freely falling over the edge of pleasure. “Ohhh fucck!” I collapsed on his chest, allowing him to take over and thrust into me as his pleased. Taking me, fucking me into my next orgasm and to his.

My juices spraying all over his shaft.

He roared fiercely, stilling himself as his seed shot into me. Coating me deliciously. He rocked me against his body, chasing the last of our orgasms. The last of his seed falling into my womb.

We laid there for a while until our breaths evened out. He rubbed my back with his rough calloused hands, but I loved them on me. They felt warm and safe.

“You will be the death of me little beauty. But it will be an honorable death.”

As I drifted off, I felt him place a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Sleep little one.”

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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.

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What about yujiro hanma? And pickle

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