#Doppo Orochi

[wowzerz0]

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

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Head Canons:

The One That Got Away

Yandere Doppo Orochi x Immortal Afab Reader x Yandere Katsumi Orochi

Loosely based off the Age of Adeline. I am so sorry Natsue Orochi, I love you baby girl. Please forgive me.

TW: Cheating, smut mentioned, fingering, and yandere behavior

The day Katsumi’s lover walked through the door, Doppo’s world came crashing down. What were you doing here and how did you look exactly the same as the day you disappeared?

“(Your name)?” Doppo asked you with wide eyes. He felt such a mix of emotions. Happiness, anger, sorrow, and betrayal were the most prominent but confusion clouded his mind. How were you still so youthful? You should have been nearing your fifties and you didn’t look a day past your twenties. There was no way…

“(Your name)? My name is (fake name), you must have me confused with my parent.” You nervously laugh which made Katsumi and Natsue glare at him. Who on earth was (your name)? They’ve never heard of this mysterious person before…

The four of them had dinner together but Doppo’s eyes were on (your name) the entire time. He couldn’t get rid of the feeling in his gut and he’s never been wrong before. Natsue noticed Doppo’s change in demeanor and shut down a bit. She knew he was in a relationship prior to her but she didn’t know the details of it… she’s heard before that a man never forgot his first love and it made her feel second best. Like Doppo settled for her.

Katsumi held your hand the entire time, his brow furrowed at his father’s strong gaze on you. Just who was (your name) and why was Doppo so insistent they were you? Whatever. You’re his partner and he wasn’t cool with his adopted dad being weird to you.

After the most awkward meal in history, Katsumi beamed at you. “Sorry my parents are awkward today. Usually they’re quite chatty.” Katsumi gave your hand a squeeze. “Why don’t we take a walk for a bit? That way they can talk.”

“Sounds good, Katsumi. Let’s go.” The two of you headed out and made sure to ignore the look Natsue gave Doppo. You should have realized Katsumi’s surname was the same as Doppo’s but Doppo was infertile. So how were you to know he had adopted a kid in the decades you had been absent? It wasn’t Katsumi’s fault nor was it Doppo’s that you were cursed with eternal youth.

Katsumi and you walked together. A frown on your face once you began to think. You’ve been with Katsumi for only a month and he already spoke of marriage… you couldn’t marry him or else the government would discover you… You’ve been stuck at the age of 25 for the last eighty years. How on earth could you give him the love he’d deserved?

“My family home is pretty nice, right?” Katsumi asked you with a big smile. “Would you want to live in a home like that? I make enough to have a big place…” You gave Katsumi a tight smile. Why on earth would he want such a big home for just two of you?

“Don’t you think it’s a bit impractical for just two of us?” You softly asked Katsumi who shook his head. His large hands scooped up yours as his eyes stared into yours.

“Well, I’d like to start a family after marriage. I think two kids would be good… maybe more!” Katsumi smiled brightly at you as he began to ramble. “I could see you nice and round with my kids… you’d be such a good mom. I notice how you longingly look at babies.”

You did your best not to frown immediately. Like father like son. Doppo had wanted to get married just ten weeks into dating while his son was even more impatient. Then again, normal humans didn’t live as long as you have. You were well over a hundred at this point and still not deceased. All because of a freak accident when you were young…

“So what do you say? Would you want that life with me too?” Katsumi asked you with big, puppy eyes, his hands squeezed yours. “I apologize for getting a bit ahead of myself. But you never know if I could be castrated in the fighting ring since the other fighters always go for the nuts…”

You stifled a laugh at his joke. Katsumi certainly wasn’t wrong from the fights you’ve seen in your many years on this earth. He could potentially become infertile, but that wasn’t your problem. Katsumi was simply a place holder to fill the bottomless hole in your heart that could never be filled. The never ending loneliness to your bizarre existence. One of many relationships you’ve had to try to ease the loneliness of eternal life.

“You have big dreams, I’ll certainly admit that.” You told your lover who only smiled at you. How could you ever be mad at a face like his? Katsumi was certainly one of the cuter men you’ve been with. And he wasn’t terrible in bed, a bit inexperienced, but not terrible.

Katsumi grabbed at your hip which made you jolt. “Easy there, tiger. We’re in the great outdoors.” The tow of you shared a laugh before you made your way back to his parents’ house.

Katsumi just gave you a wink. The two of you walked in to find the home empty. Katsumi smiled at you. “I think dad probably took mom out on a date to make her feel better. I’ll walk you home.”

You nodded your head a smiled. Perhaps you really didn’t have anything to worry about?

A few weeks had gone by and Katsumi invited you out to eat with his parents once more. You were a bit reluctant to accept, but you did.

And the dinner wasn’t nearly as awkward as the last one. Doppo and Natsue were much warmer this time. You felt relief wash over you. Thank god… you didn’t want to deal with a (currently) old man you once had a passionate love affair with.

The four of you somehow ended up drinking a few bottles of sake together to ‘melt the ice.’ Katsumi became ever more chatty the more he drank until he was nearly falling over himself while poor Natsue was already fast asleep at the table. Doppo gave you an apologetic smile as he carried her to their room. You, on the other hand, helped Katsumi to the couch where he passed out instantaneously. The poor guy’s cheeks were as red as the bottom of a baboon.

And right before you could leave, Doppo had walked over to you. His hands stuffed in his pockets and his brow furrowed. The eye patch and facial scars made him look much older than 56, but you didn’t want to ask for the stories on them. The two of you no longer had a relationship of any kind for almost three decades now…

Doppo grasped your hand and held it up to his eye. “These scars… I stitched this scratch on your hand twenty nine years ago in the woods when you went with me up the mountain to train.”

“I got these scars from cutting a vegetable-“ you squealed when his fingers pressed into your scar with anger.

“Don’t lie to me. I have a very specific way I stitch and it’s quite ugly.” Doppo clicked his tongue as he dropped your hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name is (fake name)-“

“Do you take me for a fool?” Doppo asked you as he yanked your skirt up to reveal another scar you had on your thigh. “You got that when you were running about with me too. How are you still so young? You… why did you disappear?”

You glanced over at Katsumi who remained knocked out cold on the couch. It’s not like he was conscious to hear your conversation… “You see how I am… what I am.” You sighed and pinched your nose. “I cannot age. I can’t live a normal life-“

“And yet you’re with my son, Katsumi.” Doppo glared at you with his muscular arms crossed. “Are you going to leave him too? You took his virginity.”

So that’s why Katsumi was a bit clumsier in bed… and his unusual attachment with you. Now you felt like an even bigger piece of shit. “I… I don’t know-“

Doppo grabbed your forearms and leaned forward to press his lips against yours in a rough kiss. Your entire body freezes up at the contact in shock. What on earth?

Doppo pulled away with a sigh of anger. “I… did you know I wanted to marry you? I could have hid you away. I would have hidden you away. We could could worked something out-“

“It’s too many years late for that now.” You frown at him. “You’re married now. You have a family-“

“I just can’t believe you’re fucking my son…” Doppo shook his head. “You’re with my clumsy, arrogant son… you certainly have a type.”

You didn’t even think about how similar they were… Doppo used to be quite arrogant when he was younger too. Yet the years seemed to have made him more humble.

“I guess I do-“

“Does my son at least satisfy you. You used to be quite… hedonistic.” You nearly choked on your spit at what Doppo said.

“Are you saying I’m some sort of lust fueled monster?” You jumped when Doppo’s hands grabbed your hips and pushed your pelvis towards his. You felt a bit of electricity shoot up your spine when you felt something large press against you. You forgot how well endowed this older man was…

“For old time’s sake… don’t you want this one more time?” You whined when he ground himself into you. God dammit, you didn’t need this temptation. Especially not from your boyfriend’s father. “I know I’m packing more than Katsumi is and you also know I’m infertile… it won’t hurt.”

You bit your lip in thought. He wasn’t wrong about him being bigger than Katsumi. Doppo was one of the larger men you’ve slept with and you can count all the men you slept with on one hand.

And before you can even answer, his hand is shoved in the waist band of your pants. His fingers expertly stroke your damp slit as you shudder under his touch. God… Katsumi didn’t know how to touch you like this.

Doppo smirked at you as you leaned forward to grasp onto him as one of his thick fingers sunk into your greedy warmth. Your wanton moans were quiet as tears filled your eyes. You had forgotten what it was like to be fingers by someone who knew what they were doing…

“It feels good, right?” Doppo asked you in a hushed tone. His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear. “And that’s only my fingers… Just imagine what my cock can do.”

You feel a bit of drool drip from your mouth and onto his shirt. Your state of pleasure made Doppo smirk. Here you were once more… under him. Where you belonged.

“Let’s head somewhere more quiet, okay?” Doppo softly asked you as you melted into his arms. His thumb now stroked your clit as a second finger was added inside of you. You were practically dripping puddles on his palm. You greedy little whore.

And you were slept into the guest room. Doppo quickly undoing his pants while you lay on the futon with your bare ass bent high in the air for him to claim once more.

May Katsumi and Natsue forgive you for the sin you were about to commit… the sin of pleasure. A sin you hoped was only a one time deal.

Yet you weren’t aware that Doppo had other plans. Plans to share you between himself and his son. Who decided Katsumi would be the only one to feel that perfect, tight pussy? It’s not like Katsumi knew what to do… not like Doppo did.

You took a sharp inhale when Doppo gave a harsh slap to your rear. An angry hand shaped welt now on your bottom as the older man gave you a wicked smirk.

“Alright, princess. Don’t make a fucking sound.”

[kik1draws]

Ahhhhh I just can't wait for Pickle arc to release😩🙏🏻

[leanbeefpattysimp3]

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

[baratiddyappreciator]

Cuddling the Baki Cast (NSFW)

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

NSFW under the cut!

Baki:

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

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

"You're driving me wild baby doll."

Kozue:

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

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

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

Hanayama:

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

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

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

Chiharu:

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

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

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

Katsumi:

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

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

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

Jack:

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

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

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

Gaia:

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

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

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

Kosho:

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

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

"Are you warm enough now, babydoll?"

Kureha:

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

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

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

Retsu:

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

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

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

Oliva:

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

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

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

Doppo:

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

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

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

Shibukawa:

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

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

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

Yanagi:

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

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

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

Motobe:

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

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

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

[rennycade]

Another Baki fanart now that I've finished the 2001 series!

[poopyballz28]

HIS STUDENTS ARE ALL MORONS!!!!

[dastardlyrat]

ms paint doppo

i forgot to draw his fucked up cauliflower ear but eh fuck it

[boku-no-bunbun]

My random baki character thoughts

I think baki has a Playlist for different situations or its just all over the place. I definitely think he has juiceworld and Melanie Martinez one the same playlist.

Hanayama gets his eyebrows waxed and the lady who does them loves him because hes nice and brings flowers.

I think retsu judges people based off the tea they drink. If it's black tea or a calming green tea he thinks your good people, but if you like something spicy, fruity or add alcohol in it he keeps his distance.

Katsumi likes doing tricks for people. It helps him maintain his flexibility and it's a part of him the like making people happy from when he was in the circus.

Doppo hates golfing. It could be because of his eye or just feels like it's pointless in general.

Mr Tokugawa takes pickle on walks and when he's good he'll buy him a new treat to try out like ice-cream or creaps.

Jack likes getting little gifts for baki, though they have fought he loves his brother and bond over there shares feelings and trauma over there dad and there moms.

Yujiro hates cats... I don't know why I just think he does. Probably feels like they're a weak pet and pointless to have when you can have a tiger or lion instead.

Musashi (the dog) constantly hates when baki tries to take him for walks, it's nice to get fresh air but only when it's on his time.

Kureha likes taking care of people but gets frustrated when his patients (especially jack) don't get rest or heal and get out of bed. Like a mother trying to put her toddler down for a nap and they keep getting up to play.

[wowzerz0]

THERE IS NOTHING STRAIGHT ABOUT THIS MAN💀😭

[yandere-writer-momo]

When he’s a big, muscular, fictional man that could throw me around like a ragdoll

[iskratempestmadness]

The characters of "Baki the grappler" and the language of love

Baki:

Touching

Baki is one of the most tactile characters. And it is also important for him that you also express your love physically. Hugs, kisses, holding hands, even just a pat on the shoulder will do for him. It's just that it's important for him to feel that you're with him and you're safe.

Hanayama:

Gifts

He is not mercantile. He is not a materialist. Oh no. It's just that, as I've told you before, it's difficult for him to express his feelings in words. He is also limited in his actions. And he can't spend the desired amount of time with you. But despite this, he really likes to put on your smile when he gives you another gift.

Katsumi:

Time or quality forwarding time

Oooh, it's hard to define his love language, but still he tends to do just that. And he appreciates it. From simple silence in each other's campaign to experiments and joint hobbies. Why this particular view? He likes the idea of your memories together. Definitely in old age, the phrase " Do you remember how we learned to surf together? Yes, you often fell off the board. Hehe, it was a funny sight... Maybe we should go to the sea again, don't you think? "

Jack:

Words

It's difficult for him. He would prefer to show his feelings by actions. But he understands perfectly well how important words are. For him and for you. Jack tries to compliment you, thank you for even the smallest things, say "I love you" before going to bed, and a lot of similar things. It really means to him that you know that he loves you. And don't forget to return the favor. This boy needs to be praised as often as possible, he deserves it.

Retsu:

Help

Retsu is a conscious person and he prefers to show his love not by word, but by deed. It's just more practical. And it's also a way to make sure that everything will be 100% fine with you and you won't have to strain yourself over trifles. Like you came home tired from work and didn't have time to clean the house? It's not a problem, because he's already done it, there's no point in straining. It is important for Retsu that you are happy and comfortable, so he will do everything to make your life easier.

Shibukawa:

Time

For him, time is a resource. You know, when people get older, they start to appreciate time more. So he shares with you what is valuable to him. And he likes it. Perhaps before you entered into a relationship, he directed this resource only to himself, and he could not think that sharing it could be so pleasant. He shares it with you... Almost all the time. From reading a book together to training.

Yujiro:

Words

Yes, you can't tell from him, but this. However, this love language is different from Jack's love language. No cute phrases, no compliments. For him, it's trivial. He starts giving you advice, voicing his thoughts about certain situations. Do you think that this is not enough? Look who it is. This is Yujiro Hanma. He was always on his own mind. And it is difficult for him to open up to another person, there is a feeling of insecurity. So this is for him a manifestation of love in the highest degree.

Doppo:

Touching

Yes, he has lived enough, but touching is still important to him. It's just that they make it easier to express emotions and feelings. Like, he starts to feel worried about you when something doesn't work out, so he'll hug you, pat you on the back and say a few encouraging words. And reciprocity is also important for him, because there is nothing better than to return from training and receive affection from his beloved.

Olive:

Gifts

Well, what else? He likes to give gifts. And not just gifts, but the BEST gifts. Look, he has enough money to do this. So everything is most dear to you. And he loves your smile when you get them. She will always remain in his heart. And Oliva does not require gifts in return, your sincere reaction is really enough for him. However, he wouldn't mind accepting something made by your hands.

Shiba:

Touching

This guy just loves you so much that he can't keep his hands to himself. You are always happy with him, and his hands are always on you. In private, he won't let you out of his arms, in public, his hand is chained to your waist. And despite the appearance, Shiba is gentle, he is certainly ready to give you his love, but he also wants to receive something in return. Even a crumb will be enough for him. Just straighten his clothes or give him tired shoulders and it will make him shine.

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Sex on your Period with the Baki Cast

Exactly what's on the tin, kids get lost, obviously NSFW. We are horny this week. Also a lot of these just turned into the Baki cast giving the reader oral, which isn't a bad thing in the slightest lmfao. Also, slight blook kink involved, since that's not everyone's thing.

Baki: He knew damn well he couldn't beat up your period to make it stop hurting you. He could, however, fuck your brains out and at least make you feel better for just a second, and that was exactly what he was doing. There was a towel beneath the two of you to catch the blood that steadily seeped from your weeping pussy around his cock as he pounded into you, panting and gasping, holding onto your hips desperately, his nails biting into your soft flesh as he desperately bucked into you, gasping and moaning. He was in pure bliss at even the thought of making you feel better when you were having a rough time. If he could take it on for you, he would, he'd told you time and time again, but when he'd heard that orgasms helped with period cramps, he couldn't help himself. Looking up at him through your lashes revealed his content expression, smiling as he watched your bodies connecting over and over again, the soft trailing of blood down your inner thighs, smeared all over his hips and your mons as his thumb circled around your clit, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he felt you jolt, squeezing him tighter for just a moment.

He laughed breathlessly, licking his teeth as he rubbed harder, faster, tighter circles just to feel the muscles in your thighs jolt and jerk around his hips, just to hear the increasing pitch of your moans, to feel how snug you grew as he pushed you closer and closer to your climax. He leaned down to look you in the eyes, rolling his hips slowly, listening to the soft squeak you let out. "Come on baby, that's it, use me to feel better."

Kozue: Water pelted at your back, the cool porcelain of the bathtub the only thing keeping you from getting too hot, albeit just barely. One of your legs was thrown over Kozue's hip, the other resting beneath it, her own wrapped around your waist and beneath your opposite thigh, her head tipped back and throat bared, her chest rising and falling with each sharp, panting breath, her face and chest flushed a bright red as the two of you ground against each-other, blood smearing across skin only to be washed away by the water almost immediately, but the pleasure didn't fade, only growing most intense as the two of you continued rutting against each-other in the shower, voices barely drowned out by the running water, muffled by each-others lips as desperate, sloppy kisses were shared as reassurance. Tiny, shallow thrusts against each-other, hands roaming, caressing, tweaking, cupping, pressing. Kozue moaned high and soft, shivering against you, but she hadn't cum just yet, but she was damn close.

Her hand snared around your wrist, pulling your hand to her clit, whining softly in need and want as she rolled her hips against yours, trying to push harder, closer, but she just didn't have enough to get her through this, she needed more and you both knew it. "Please, please I just need you!"

Hanayama: He didn't care about blood on the furniture. The furniture had seen blood before, it could see it again. And as far as he was concerned, he was going to have you shaking and sobbing on his fingers, blood or not. He fingers slowly pumping in and out of your slickened core brushed against just the right spots with just the right amount of pressure to have your ability to form coherent words beyond pleas for more and his name, his palm rubbing against your sensitive clit as he massaged your insides, soothing an ache you hadn't even realized was present anymore. He was silent as he watched you, his eyes studying your face as he brought you closer and closer to your edge, slowly increasing the speed as he watched your expressions contort, heard your soft moans grow higher and higher in pitch and volume, felt your pussy practically seizing around his fingers.

His palm slapped against your clit as he fucked you on his fingers, abandoning the notion of being jealous. You saw stars with each deep strike, groaning low and desperate as he brought you to the edge, and then over, practically forcing you to cum as he pressed into you hard, palm grinding against your clit. "You know, if you weren't feeling well you should just tell me, look what happens."

Chiharu: He was eager. Whining, humping at the air, desperate to get some friction as he kneeled at your feet, his eyes half-closed as you pulled his hair, his lips meeting your cunt in a kiss that almost carried an air of worship. You were bleeding, and he offered to make you feel better, but you were much too sore to take his excited fucking, so you'd settled for the better alternative: having him kneel and eat you out. So far, he was eager to perform, lapping at your bloodied folds eagerly. There was no concern in him not liking the taste of blood, he'd tasted more than enough of his own to grow sick of the taste, but if it was yours, in a situation like this he didn't think he would ever get bored of it. He eagerly sucked at your clit as your fingers messed up his carefully coifed hair, leaving messy blonde strands sticking to his forehead as he ate you out, not allowed to touch himself, not until you were done with his mouth.

His hands desperately gripped at the meat of your thighs, his eyes pleading up at you for something, but he wasn't going to pull back and ask you for what he wanted. Instead, he simply closed his eyes again, brow furrowing as one of his hands came free from your leg, your grip on his hair tightening in warning before he slit it along his chin, slowly pressing into you up to the first knuckle of his middle finger, taking a small break to mutter against your quivering core as he pumped into you slowly. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard doll face, I promise."

Katsumi: His hands were held firm above his head, tied to the frame with his own karate belt as you rode him hard and fast, your hips slamming down against his, bouncing back up slightly, his head thrown back as he moaned wantonly. You'd had your reservations originally about this idea, but he'd insisted he was going to wash blankets anyways for some spring cleaning, a little bit of blood wasn't anything. He wasn't just sitting there and looking pretty, however, he was eagerly bucking his hips up as yours rose, desperate to stay as deep inside as possible for as long as possible, whimpering little pleas for more, harder, faster into the air for your ears only. Only you could hear him begging you to ride him just the way he liked, the kind that made him feel like nothing more than a pretty little fuck toy, but that was more than enough for him.

Your nails bit into his chest, adding a new set of scratches to the growing collection that he was amassing. By the time you were done with him, his hips would be stained in red, and his chest would match. Another loud clap rang through the air as your hips met his again, the entirety of your weight dropping against him, enough to make you both see stars, a strangled moan escaping his lips. "Fuck that's it baby, use this cock to take the edge off, I'll be good."

Jack: You'd think you'd get used to seeing him with blood on his face, but that blood wasn't normally yours, and it was normally because he'd bitten the hell out of someone in the ring. But now? Oh no, now he'd come up gasping for air, a borderline feral look in his eyes, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ate his fill of your sweet pussy, his pupils blown wide in hunger as he stared up at you, almost in a trance as he licked his lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his hot, panting breaths ghosting over your sensitive skin before he dove back in eagerly, letting your legs clamp down on either side of his head as he kissed, licked and sucked, working over your sensitive clit with his tongue, eyes sliding closed in bliss at the taste of you, your skin made for a world-class texture against his tongue, regardless of the sharp coppery tang of your blood. Most would think that you'd wind up being the most vocal, but he was moaning just as loud as you, tongue dipping between your folds to seek out every corner he could reach, but it still wasn't enough, it wasn't enough even as he felt you cum against his face.

He pulled back again, taking a moment to breathe, his strong chest rising and falling with each heaving inhale and exhale as he stared down at you. It should have been terrifying, but the look of bliss on his face had you hungering for more. If you let him, he'd probably spend the entire week between your thighs. Yet again, that idea wasn't so bad, now was it? He leaned over you, caging you in with his arms, still panting, blood dripping off his chin onto your chest before he butted his forehead against yours. "Baby let me make you feel good, please."

Kosho: He whined, hands gripping at the soft fat of your hips as his hips ground against yours, his cock sliding between your thighs, grinding against your cunt in slow, soft strokes, grinding against your slickened lips as he panted in your ear. You could feel the tremble in his hands as pleasure coursed through him, his hair sticking to the back of your neck as he pressed his chest against your back as closely as he could, whimpering as you clenched your thighs for just a second. You could claim to now know what you were doing to him, but you both knew that you did. You could feel each throb of his achingly hard cock as he passed it between your thighs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he eagerly humped against you, a whine escaping him, his voice just as shaky as his hands, but his hips remained steady.

He'd been behaving for you, gently stimulating your clit with the fat head of his cock as it passed over your folds time and time again. You'd been doing this for almost an hour at this point and it was turning into a delightful and comfortable test of his stamina, and so far, you couldn't help but be impressed. He whined again as you squeezed him, precum spilling from the swollen tip, trailing down the front of your thigh as a mumbled plea passed through his lips. "Baby please, please let me cum, you feel so good, so beautiful, please!"

Kureha: You'd have thought that this position would be so uncomfortable that sex would be the last thing on your mind. Your shoulders were the only things touching the ground, your hips held high above your head, just barely pressed against the edge of the bed, your legs held apart. And maybe if your partner had less god-like skills, it would have been far to uncomfortable to continue, but as the doctor pounded into your weeping cunt, there was only pleasure to be found. Each drag of the thick, meaty muscle against your inner walls made you whine and writhe beneath him, blood dripping down your back (or was it up?) and chest as he grunted and groaned above you, hips merciless in his pursuit of pleasure. A breathless laugh and a wink down at you had your little amount of worried quelled as his thumb massaged your clit slowly and rhythmically. He wasn't going to stop until he had you screaming his name and only his name.

He was intent on fulfilling his promise, after all. Pleasure so blinding you'd forget about your pain and discomfort for hours. Granted, it was because he was probably going to tire you out so much that you wouldn't be able to do anything other than pass out, but that wasn't a problem as long as he kept fucking you like a dirty little whore on his bedroom floor. He let out a breathy laugh, smirking down at you. "Are you going to doubt me next time when I say that you're going to be alright?"

Retsu: Slow, gentle and sweet. That's what Retsu was good at, slowly, gently, and sweetly. He was an angel in disguise, you were convinced, your chests pressed together as his fingers massaged your insides, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered his love against your lips, his eyes shining brightly with his adoration of you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his tender love and affection with whispered promises of making it all better had soothed you into relaxing enough to let him do this for you, all for you. It was always all for you, in his eyes, and that was what made this worth it as he watched the look of bliss on your face morph and twist as the gentle pleasure steadily grew, his fingers reaching deep as they stroked and gently pressed at your insides, his thumb rubbing slowly across your clit, coaxing you towards an orgasm that had you gasping and clawing at his bare shoulders, his lips pressed against your forehead as you trembled beneath him.

He wanted nothing more than to see the look of bliss on your face persist for another few hours, the specially prepared stock would be ready soon and he hoped that it would help you feel much better and more energized. His lips met yours in a gentle, loving kiss as he felt you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, continuing his gentle massage, uttering a whispered promise against your skin. "I will do anything I can to make you feel this good for the rest of our lives."

Doppo & Natsue: Seeking hands were what you were used to, but now it was almost too much as Natsue occupied your hands, your fingers being put to good use as she gazed lovingly into your eyes, caressing your face as Doppo slowly rolled his hips against yours, filling you slowly with his thick cock, a familiar look of fond bemusement on his face as he did so, watching his loves share the pleasure with him in their time of need. He didn't mind blood, not in the slightest, a fact that he drove home as his tongue darted out between his lips, lapping up a spot of blood off of his lips from when he'd greedily set himself between Natsue's thighs, perfectly happy to serve the both of you at the same time. If someone saw him now, they'd probably assume that he'd killed someone. They spoke gentle words of encouragement, shared tender expressions of love with you and each-other. The loop of pleasure fed from start to finish, shared and hoarded by all three of you as your pleasure grew slowly to another crescendo, likely the last of the night, the pain in your belly long forgotten.

Doppo's hand met your hip in a gentle touch as he brought Natsue in for a loving, tender kiss, unabashedly moaning into her mouth. He couldn't get enough of the both of you, your delightful pussy sucking him in deep, greedily demanding more from him, and her gentle, plush lips that tasted of tea and fruits that he'd grown accustomed to kissing time and time again. "Come on, my beautiful girls, cum for me, let me see how good you feel."

Shibukawa: He liked an air of unexpectedness in the bedroom, he liked doing something that would surprise you and catch you off-guard, but it would always end in you being satisfied, regardless of how strange it may have been. Now was no different as he held you pinned to his futon, an arm looped around your throat as his hips ground against yours, slow and deep thrusts in combination with the slow lack of oxygen forcing you to blink back tears of pleasure, the sticky, tacky and slick puddle of your own blood had no doubt soaked through the towel he'd laid down haphazardly, but that was the last thing on your mind at that moment as your clit throbbed in time with your temples, your pulse racing as his slow, sticky thrusts elicited noises almost as filthy as the ones that escaped your lips, gasps groans and grunts with each clap against your ass, your hands held behind your back.

The amount of energy he could muster on such notice was nothing short of astounding, though by the glint in his eye, he'd been planning this for a while and had only just decided to act on it. You'd have to think of a way to get him back, and you'd have started plotting if it wasn't that moment when your body tensed and jolted, a sharp gasp being forced from you as you came, seeing stars as your vision blurred, his voice the only thing you heard clearly as he kept stroking your insides. "That's right, leave it all to me, don't bother using that pretty little head, this is about you tonight."

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Currently thinking about the pros of being Tokugawa's grandchild:

Your grandfather who adores you oh so much has a lot of fighters at his disposal, so you'll likely grow up surrounded by big strong men and protected from everything and everyone.

Not only strong men but also people who are extremely powerful in their own individual fields: I mean, Mitsunari literally has a YAKUZA BOSS (cofhanayamacof) as a regular fighter do you guys realize how influencial this man is??? And not only that but he has been in contact with a certain doctor AND THE WORLD'S STRONGEST CREATURE (+his two sons)

ALSO he's besties with the founder of the shinshinkai karate academy DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MOTHERFUKERS GO TO THAT DOJO??????? ABOUT A MILLION. Literally, let someone DARE to hurt/kidnap you, they'll have instantly 1 MILLION PEOPLE after them.

Lastly, you will have the honor of meeting Katsumi Orochi, hell you guys could even be childhood friends.

Basically, you will be treated like royalty.

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What the fuck is up Pinterest and its Baki memes 😭????

Like please i cant be staying up all night looking at these bro school starts up again tomorrow🙏