#Hanma baki

[yandere-writer-momo]

*Pulls up in a Lambo*Heyyy. Could I get an obsessed Baki with a readerm that's Yujiro's assistant or something. Anywhere Yujiro is they're there. No Yujiro and reader please *drops money*

IN A LAMBO? And you pay me? WOW. Okay.

Hopefully people know this isn’t canon

Yandere Baki Shorts: Delusion

Baki Hanma obsessed with Yujiro’s secretary

Oh He Delulu

Baki Hanma

His interest in (your name) began once he found out his father had an office. It wasn’t uncommon for him to drop by weekly to try to figure out his dad’s whereabouts. Whereabouts even his secretary didn’t know (not that Baki knew that)

Baki was recently single due to his motivation to defeat his father and how it interfered with his personal relationships. So Baki was doing his best to distract himself from the heartbreak. What else was a young adult in his early twenties supposed to do when his childhood sweetheart broken up with him?

And that’s how he met her. (Your name) was a bit older than him but she was very patient with him. She had a motherly charm to her that warmed his heart (not to mention her fuller figure). Baki swore he had hearts in his eye at first glance

(Your name) patiently waited for him to finish asking all of his questions before telling him that even she did not know of Yujiro’s whereabouts. But she would make sure to let her boss know when she saw him. She was so level headed… Baki admired that. Baki liked that she patiently listened to him

Baki continued his weekly visits over the course of two months. Baki found himself reveling in her care. “Did you eat today? We could order lunch if you plan to stay awhile.” Or “did you sleep enough? You look a little tired.” Baki adored her motherly care… did this mean she liked him too? The thought of her having a crush on him made his head nearly explode

His weekly visits began to change to him dropping by every few days, but rather than being there, for his father, he was there for (your name). Baki’s heart and mind were set on her

Baki would make awkward small talk with her to try and find things out about her. He was excited to learn that (your name) didn’t have a partner and that she lived alone. He couldn’t believe nobody was with her because he thought she was so soft and sweet. This only made him want (your name) more

Baki was unaware that (your name) only saw him as a little brother due to their small age gap of a few years

Soon he figured out her favorite color, her favorite food, her birthday, and every small detail about (your name). Like how sometimes she’d chew on her nails when she was nervous or when she’d bounce her leg when she was anxious. He knew all of (your name)’s cute quirks

Baki would spend more and more time at the office to the point (your name) swore she had a coworker. Baki was always at her side while she worked and he was insistent on spending time outside of work too. He constantly invited her to watch him train or to get food. Baki was relentless in his pursuit

At first she thought it was endearing but then she realized he didn’t see her as a big sister… no. Baki saw her as a woman

(Your name) would always politely turn him down but he didn’t give up. No… he only began to become bolder

Baki would bring her takeout of her favorite foods and sometimes he would bring (your name) her favorite flowers. She always accepted them (out of obligation)… so he assumed that she accepted his feelings. Which made his heart soar. (In his mind you two were dating)

The delusional younger man would come to her office first thing in the morning and he’d leave when (your name) would so he could walk her home. He constantly tried to hold your hand. It was starting to make her uncomfortable

……………………………………………………..

“You know you don’t have to walk me home, right?” (Your name) nervously tucked a stray hair behind her ear as Baki walked beside you. The young man hummed in thought.

“But it’s dangerous for a girl to walk alone this late. Plus men are strange on the subway trains. I worry about you.” Baki gave (your name) a reassuring smile. “Isn’t it normal to worry about people you care about?”

(Your name) sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get rid of him, but he was stuck to her like a leech. Maybe she needed to be more blunt with her rejection?

“Say, Baki? I need to tell you something.” (Your name) nervously fiddled with her fingers, a quirk Baki instantly recognized. The younger man’s cheeks became rosy as his mind began to race a thousand miles a minute. It was happening… she was going to tell him she loved him.

“O-of course anything.” Baki bounced a bit on his feet in excitement. He’s been dying to tell her of his feelings but if she made the first move, then it was truly meant to be, wasn’t it?

“This is so hard for me to say but I-“ Baki suddenly pulled her in for a kiss, the young woman stood there flabbergasted. Her eyes blown wide open and her arms flailed out while Baki tenderly pressed his lips against hers in a gentle dance of lip and tongue. (Your name) hated to admit it, but he was a good kisser.

Baki pulled her body tightly against his, his eyes fluttered shut to enjoy this moment. Their first kiss together… it was more magical than he expected.

The two stayed like that for a moment before Baki slowly pulled away. His eyes half lidded and his cheeks flushed.

“I love you too.”

[chrispybaconp]

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Idk but I feel like Baki is incredibly dyslexic. It's a miracle he even made it to high school 😭😭

Look at him... Not a single thought behind those eyes..

[maochira]

Baki Hanma as you older brother (headcanons)

Hello Baki fandom *twirls hair* do you happen to need a writer who will write platonic and familial things........ because Baki triggered my big brother complex a lot <3

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, overprotective big brother Baki <333, just some general headcanons, this is VERY self indulgent, I might write another version (or continuation?) of this with Jack

-you're a few years younger than Baki, but he didn't know of your existence until he was 17

-you have different mothers, and you lived with yours for all your life. Your father only occasionally visited you but he was never there that much

-because he didn't spend much time with you, your father never taught you any fighting skills and as a child, you never really cared to learn it either. By the time you were older you always failed when trying again, so you gave up

-Baki found out about you when your father randomly mentioned he has another child

-Baki immediately wanted to meet you, but your father refused to give any details about you

-because there were... a lot of other things going on in his life, Baki couldn't actively look for you. But Kozue helped him!

-you always knew you have two older halfbrothers, but your father always told you they would hate you because you're too weak

-so when you first met Baki, you were shocked by how nice he treated you

-honestly, Baki was surprised to find out you're not a fighter. But instead of resenting you for it like your father always told you, Baki became incredibly overprotective over you

-your first meeting was kind of awkward. Baki (somehow) found out your address and suddenly stood in front of your door. You spent a few hours catching up on each other's lives (to some extend)

-Baki immediately felt as if you've known each other since childhood, but it took you a while to completely become comfortable with him. The fear of being hated for being weak stayed in your mind way too long

-Baki didn't know about that for a while, but he knew something was off. At some point, you opened up about it and he immediately reassured you that he'd never hate you. If you're not as strong as him, that just means he has to be the one to protect you

-and now, you're very close with Baki. You don't live close to him, but he visits you every few weeks. He doesn't want you to visit him, because he thinks staying at his place will get you into danger

[mrsandman42069]

had a dream where George Costanza and Yugiro Hanma were a gay couple

[mangacharacters]

[honeytang]

Doodle.

[demifiendrsa]

Baki Hanma VS Kengan Ashura | Official Teaser

The crossover anime special between Baki Hanma and Kengan Ashura, Baki Hanma VS Kengan Ashura, will stream on Netflix on June 6, 2024. Both Nobunaga Shimazaki (as Baki Hanma) and Tatsuhisa Suzuki (as Ōma Tokita) are confirmed to return as the main leads.

Teaser visual

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey Hey hey! Yujiro, Jack, Baki and Hanayama, BUT. . . They are traditional Onis from the Japanese folklore 👀

En lo profundo de la montaña / Deep in the mountain.

~Palabras / Words~ 1k

It is often whispered that in the high mountains of Japan there are monstrous creatures, mischievous entities that enjoy tormenting people who are unlucky enough to get lost on mountain trails. Demons similar to enormous beasts with fangs like daggers, mountains for muscles and horns majestic like a crown, but terrifying like enormous spears.

It may sound like a legend invented to keep people away from the mountains, to prevent hikers from getting lost or having fatal accidents, but there is simply something that can disturb you about the religiosity with which this legend is maintained; as if it were not a story, if not, a warning.

They warned you a lot, all those kind old people who seemed so concerned when you expressed that your destiny was in the mountains. The worried look on their faces made you endeared, but it was also disturbing how they believed, so fervently, that if you weren't careful you would end up running into those terrifying creatures. However, you couldn't turn back now. Your grandfather, a self-proclaimed hermit in his eighties, lived at the top of the mountain, and it was your responsibility as the eldest grandson/granddaughter to take care of his health now that your father is gone, as well as supplying him with provisions for up to a month.

You belong to a very close-knit and somewhat traditional family, you couldn't even think of turning your back on your grandfather, even if he wants that. Your father went up the mountain every month, cleaned your grandfather's house, showed him respect and came back down, every month without fail. Now it was your turn.

You carried the provisions on your back, duly packed and sealed, setting off towards the mountain when the birds were still waking up and singing in the morning. The paths were lonely, but full of vegetation, an unmistakable sign of the little traffic that there was in that area, the view was simply beautiful; You don't remember the last time you saw a green as bright as the color of the trees that stood and covered the ground.

You kept up the pace of your walk as you reflected, remembering all the warnings and good wishes from the people who lived at the base of the mountain. They talked about the oni and how aggressive they were, that you shouldn't leave the trail for anything and that you shouldn't stop at anything. They mentioned that there were some who walked around these parts more frequently, their names and how you could identify them.

When they told you about Baki they told you to be careful, although he was the calmest among the four oni in the area, the reddish color of his skin still betrayed his greedy nature. Despite his otherworldly and monstrous appearance, it was comforting to look at him, his smooth features a little more striking than his rough fangs and horns that stood out from his short tangle of hair. It would be lucky to run into him when you are lost, he is usually in a good mood, so if you can give him some interest, he will be willing to help you get off the mountain unscathed.

Both Jack and Kaoru can be unpredictable, although they are not very problematic, but they are not completely neutral either.

Jack is a tall oni, you could mistake him for a building if you forgot that you were in the forest, the reddish tone of his skin also denotes a certain greed, but he does not seem to follow these instincts unless he is in the presence of the blue oni. Jack shows very little interest in the travelers, almost ignoring their insignificant presence if he is in a good mood; If he's upset, well, it's easy to imagine what such a large, powerful creature could do to a tiny human who scream and struggles in vain against him.

Kaoru is not very different from Jack, his reddish skin marked by multiple wounds shows that he is a creature to be feared, that he is no stranger to battles and that he is capable of resisting a lot. No one wants to be a prisoner of his enormous hands, gigantic prisons that would end the life of anyone. Not many incidents have been heard involving Kaoru, but everyone who has gone on his hunt never returns. He is more selfless than Jack when it comes to human presence, but his calmness does not guarantee safety.

And finally, the blue oni, Yujiro. He is angry and confrontational in nature, the presence of people is repulsive to him and there is no chance of turning out well if you end up in front of him. Many of the incidents on the mountain are his work. They say that his eyes shine a crimson red in the middle of the darkness of the night, you won't be able to confuse them with anything, because once you notice them it will be too late. There is no way to reason with him, there is only one way to go with him; run away, the problem is that nothing guarantees your survival. No matter how fast you run or how much advantage you think you have, he will catch you.

You didn't quite believe in that, but inside you… Deep inside you, there was a little voice that begged heaven for your path to be safe and away from any problematic entity that would disturb the rhythm of your walk.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, you would swear they were footsteps. You were sure. The birds moved and took flight, fleeing, small, harmless animals ran a few meters away from you, fleeing, and if it weren't something intangible you would assume that the breeze blowing against your face was also fleeing.

You froze when you noticed a large silhouette among the trees, from your place, you were unable to make out anything other than its large size and unusual height, it was certain that it was not a human. Your mind thought of every possibility; A bear… A oni. Bear or Oni, you couldn't face them, you had to get away before they noticed you, but it was difficult to look away thanks to the fear you felt at the thought of losing them from your field of vision.

You backed away slowly without looking away, which made you not notice the unevenness in the path, you fell with a scream of surprise and when you recovered you could notice that the great shadow was looking at you with luminescent eyes. You froze in place as a clawed hand emerged from the darkness to make its way through the trees that blocked its path, your mind hazy and your throat dry from the long gasps of fear…

… You really would have preferred a bear.

[Open ending to let you choose the ending you prefer, and I don't know, maybe I can write continuations with each character (Baki, Jack, Kaoru or Yujiro)]

Versión es español.

Se suele murmurar que en las altas montañas de Japón existe criaturas monstruosas, traviesas entidades que disfrutan al atormentar a las personas que tienen la mala suerte de perderse en los senderos montañosos. Demonios similares a enormes bestias con colmillos como dagas, montañas por músculos y cuernos majestuosos como una corona, pero atemorizantes como enormes lanzas.

Puede sonar como una leyenda inventada para mantener a las personas lejos de las montañas, para evitar que los senderistas sigan perdiéndose o teniendo accidentes fatales, pero simplemente hay algo que puede perturbarte por la religiosidad con la que se mantiene esta leyenda; como si no fuera un cuento, si no, una advertencia.

Te lo advirtieron mucho, todos esos amables ancianos que se mostraban tan preocupados cuando expresabas que tu destino estaba en las montañas. La mirada preocupada en sus rostros te daba ternura, pero también era inquietante la forma en que creían, tan fervientemente que si no tenías cuidado terminarías topándote con esas aterradoras criaturas. Sin embargo, no podías retroceder ahora. Tu abuelo, un autoproclamado ermitaño de unos ochenta y tantos años, vivía en la cima de la montaña y era tu responsabilidad como hijo mayor el cuidar de su salud ahora que tu padre se ha ido, además de abastecerlo de provisiones hasta el mes siguiente.

Perteneces a una familia muy unida y algo tradicional, ni siquiera podrías pensar en darle la espalda a tu abuelo, aunque él quiera eso. Tu padre subía cada mes a la montaña, limpiaba la casa de tu abuelo, le mostraba respeto y volvía a bajar, cada mes sin falta. Ahora era tu turno.

Cargaste las provisiones a la espalda, debidamente empacadas y selladas, emprendiendo camino hacia la montaña cuando todavía las aves se despertaban y cantaban por la mañana. Los senderos eran solitarios, pero repletos de vegetación, una señal inconfundible del poco tránsito que había en esa zona, la vista era simplemente hermosa; no recuerdas la última vez en que viste un verde tan brillante como lo era el color de los árboles que se alzaban y arropaban el suelo.

Mantuviste el ritmo de tu caminata mientras reflexionabas, recordando todas las advertencias y buenos deseos de las personas que vivían en la base de la montaña. Hablaban sobre los onis y sobre lo agresivos que eran, que no debías salir del sendero por nada y que no te detuvieras ante nada. Mencionaron que había algunos que se paseaban con mayor frecuencia por estos lares, sus nombres y como podrías identificarlos.

Cuando te hablaron de Baki te dijeron que tuvieras cuidado, si bien era el más tranquilo entre los cuatro onis de la zona, el color rojizo de su piel seguía delatando su codiciosa naturaleza. A pesar de su apariencia sobrenatural y monstruosa, era reconfortante mirarlo, sus facciones suaves eran un poco más llamativas que sus toscos colmillos y los cuernos que resaltaban por su corta maraña de pelo. Sería una suerte el toparse con él cuando estás perdido, usualmente está de buen humor, así que, si puedes darle algo de interés, estará dispuesto a ayudarte a salir de la montaña ileso.

Tanto Jack como Kaoru pueden ser impredecibles, si bien, no son muy problemáticos, pero tampoco son completamente neutrales.

Jack es un oni de gran altura, podrías confundirlo con un edificio si olvidaras que te encuentras en el bosque, el tono rojizo de su piel también denota cierta avaricia, pero no parece seguir dichos instintos a menos que se encuentre en presencia del oni azul. Jack muestra muy poco interés en los viajeros, casi ignorando su insignificante presencia si está de buen humor; Si está molesto, bueno, es fácil intuir lo que una criatura tan grande y poderosa podría hacerle a un pequeño humano que grita y lucha en vano contra él.

Kaoru no es muy diferente a Jack, su piel rojiza marcada por múltiples heridas muestran que es una criatura de temer, que no es ajeno a las batallas y que es capaz de resistir mucho. Nadie quiera ser presa de sus enormes manos, gigantescas prisiones que acabarían con la vida de quien sea. No se ha escuchado muchos incidentes que involucren a Kaoru, pero toda persona que ha ido en su casería jamás regresan. Es más desinteresado que Jack cuando se trata de la presencia humana, pero su tranquilidad no garantiza seguridad.

Y por último, el oni de color azul, Yujiro. Es de naturaleza iracunda y conflictiva, la presencia de la gente es repulsiva para él y no hay oportunidad de salir bien si terminas frente a él. Muchos de los incidentes de la montaña son obra suya. Dicen que sus ojos brillan en un rojo carmesí en medio de la oscuridad de la noche, no podrás confundirlos con nada, porque una vez que los notas ya será demasiado tarde. No hay forma de razonar con él, solo hay un camino a seguir con él; huir, el problema radica en que nada te garantiza sobrevivir. Sin importar que tan rápido corras o cuanta ventaja creas tener, él te atrapara.

No terminaste de creer en eso, pero dentro de ti… Muy dentro de ti, había una vocecita que rogaba al cielo porque tu camino sea seguro y alejado de cualquier entidad problemática que perturbe el ritmo de tu andar.

El ruido de pasos llamo tu atención, jurarías que fueron pasos. Estabas seguro. Las aves se movieron y emprendieron vuelo, huyendo, pequeños e inofensivos animales corrían a unos metros lejos de ti, huyendo, y si no se tratase de algo intangible darías por hecho que la brisa que soplaba contra tu rostro también estaba huyendo.

Te congelaste cuando notaste una silueta grande entre los árboles, desde tu lugar eras incapaz de distinguir algo más que su gran tamaño e inusual altura, era seguro que no era un humano. Tu mente pensó en cada posibilidad; un oso… Un oni. Oso u Oni, no podrías hacerle frente, debías alejarte antes de que te notara, pero era difícil apartar la mirada gracias al miedo que sentías al pensar en perderlo de tu campo de visión.

Retrocediste lentamente sin apartar la mirada, lo que hizo que no notaras el desnivel en el sendero, caíste con un grito de sorpresa y cuando te recuperaste pudiste notar que la gran sombre te miraba con ojos luminiscentes. Te congelaste en tu sitio cuando una mano con garras salió de la oscuridad para abrirse camino entre los árboles que bloqueaban su paso, tu mente estaba confusa y tu garganta se secó por los largos jadeos que te provocaba el miedo…

… Realmente hubieras preferido un oso.

[Final abierto para dejar que escojas el final que prefieras, y no sé, quizá pueda escribir continuaciones con cada personaje (Baki, Jack, Kaoru o Yujiro)]

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Headcanons:

Struck By Cupid II

Yandere Baki Various x Fem Fighter Reader

Part 1

TW: Yandere behavior, stalking, uncomfortable themes, violence, minor smut, dubcon (alcohol), Jun Guevara, masturbation mentioned, and unconsensual touching (kissing and hugs

@abottleoflotion

Pickle

Now you hadn’t meant to catch his attention! You truly hadn’t! But the gods were not on your side the day you met Pickle... The caveman took utmost interest in you when you showed genuine care for your comrades. Pickle took an interest in your tears. A horrifying and unwanted thought, but there was nothing you could do when your tears fell down your face for your defeated comrades. Pickle was quick to pick up on it. You cried just like him… were they your friends like the ones he had back during his time?

Why do you weep for those small, weak males? They are not worth your time when a stronger male like him is around!

Pickle began to approach you more often with an eager smile and bad breath. His clawed fingers ran through your hair as you became rigid. No need to fear! Your mate was here!

But you fought him with your small feet and fists. Something that fascinated him. Was this some sort of mating ritual? If it was, Pickle would indulge you!

You’d always jump whenever Pickle tried to touch or sniff you, but Pickle was determined to have you. Don’t ever worry, he’s quite loyal once he sets his mind to it.

And so began your constant attempts to fight him off whenever he’d follow you around. Pickle didn’t mind a kick to the face if it meant you’d give him attention. And even better, he’d get more chances to sniff you. Pickle was obsessed with how sweet you smelled… it was intoxicating.

Pickle often brought you animal carcasses and wild flowers as a gift. Your poor doormat had to be replaced once a week from all the guts that would be laid out on them from your prehistoric admirer. It was miserable.

Pickle often tried to break into your home to the point Jack and the others began to lurk around to ‘keep you safe.’

The entire ordeal was frustrating. You were no damsel in distress and you certainly weren’t happy with the way all of the other fighters treated you. Couldn’t they understand that you were uninterested in a relationship of any kind?

Yet despite all their best efforts to keep Pickle away, the caveman finally had enough and broke into your home while you were asleep.

In a way, it was kind of funny to wake up to this giant, smelly man cuddling beside you. His large arms wrapped around you with his face buried in your face like a child does to a mother. And his golden eyes peered up at you with so much admiration that you almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Pickle still broke into your home to lay beside you, you counted your stars lucky he didn’t give you the reporter treatment.

You sighed when Pickle cooed at you, his head nuzzled into your neck for comfort while you begrudgingly ran your fingers through his thick brown hair.

“Pickle, you know they’ll be upset if they find you here.” You spoke to the caveman as if he’d understand you. Your eyes glared down at the caveman who continued to purr and coo like a cat of some sort. Pickle was so odd… “You can’t stay here-“

You squealed when he dragged his tongue across the soft skin of your exposed neck, his eyes a bit half lidded. You tried not to retch from the horrid odor from his mouth. In Pickle’s mind, he needed to claim you. Pickle had to mark you so the other males would leave you alone!

Pickle then attempted to pin you under him but you were quick to kick him off you. Your feet landed a wicked blow to his chest that sent him onto the floor of your bed with a soft thud. His golden eyes showed hurt and he bared his fangs at you with a snarl.

“You’re gross, Pickle!” You furiously wiped the spit off your neck with your pajama sleeve. “You can’t be doing that.”

You sighed in defeat when Pickle tilted his head off to the side in curiosity. There was no use speaking to him… Pickle would never understand you.

You rose up and began to pet Pickle’s head like a dog. The caveman immediately perked up and purred at the relaxing sensation, his arms now wrapped around your legs.

You belonged to Pickle. You had just accepted him by giving him affection… Pickle was all yours, a fact that you would soon understand.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Hector Doyle

Oh ho ho ho, what’s this? A convict on the run? One that had blown up the dojo a few times and even disappeared without a trace for months? A convict who was quite smitten with Katsumi and was utterly horrified to find you in the way of their relationship. How dare you. How dare you get in the way of their friendship!

You didn’t even know you ran into a criminal until Hector Doyle stopped you on the street pretending to be a lost woman. He was determined to eliminate you so you’d be out of Katsumi’s life for good. Just a quick slice to your throat and you’d be gone.

“I’m terribly lost, I can’t seem to find my way-“ Doyle felt his breath hitch when you turned around and smiled at him. What a stupidly pretty woman you were… no wonder Katsumi was all over you.

“Oh! I can help you out, Miss. Is there a specific place you’re looking for? We could walk there together if you like since it’s getting late.” Doyle only flushed when you offered him your hand, your sunny smile never faded. You were not only stupidly pretty, but you were stupidly kind too.

Doyle would have to eliminate you another day since more people began to gather in the streets.

He quietly muttered a specific restaurant he had seen prior to coming up to you. The young man shocked that you hadn’t released his hand as you lead him to the restaurant. Your soft voice shared how you only recently came to Japan but that restaurant was a place you often frequented with a friend (a fact Doyle knew since you often stalked you and Katsumi there).

“Here it is! I recommend the tonkorsu ramen here, it’s one of my favorites.” You beamed at the mysterious woman. Doyle knew this fact, of course, but he gave you a smile. You had to be mocking him since that pork ramen was also Katsumi’s favorite. You little bitch.

Doyle decided then and there that he’d earn your trust and then he’d kill you. He wanted to savor your death. To see the light fade from your eyes while you were consumed with betrayal. Yes… he’d take his time with you.

And so began your friendship with the mysterious yet eccentric ‘Doyle.’ The taller ‘woman’ often talked over you, but you didn’t seem to mind. Rather, you seemed happy to have the company of another woman. You trusted Doyle, a fact that made the assassin giddy.

You often confided in Doyle and were always so sweet. Doyle began to look forward to spending time with you, he wanted more of you.

Doyle used to try to get information about Katsumi from you, but he started to realize just how infatuated Katsumi was with you. The more you spoke of the strange happenings with Katsumi, the less interested Doyle became. Perhaps Doyle only sought companionship with Katsumi and had built an unrealistic version of the Karateka in his head? He didn’t know… all he knew was the his heart fluttered when he was with you.

“I appreciate you being my friend, Doyle.” You smiled up at Doyle as you rested your head on her (his) shoulder. “I wish I could spend more time with you…”

Doyle felt his heart flutter when you turned your gaze to look up at him. He was happy he repaired his eyes so he was able to gaze upon your unearthly beauty. It was in this moment that he realized he was in love with you. That his feelings were Katsumi were purely strong attachment since he’s never had positive attention. With you, it was different.

You were warm and so soft… you always reassured him and you never got upset with him talking over you or being a bit mean to you. Doyle knew he didn’t deserve to be in your presence since his ulterior motives had been malicious, but now he was in love with you. Love. Love. Love. LOVE!! He loves you!

Doyle sometimes imagined you beneath him with a knife against your throat, a scene that got him riled up more than anything. He desperately wanted you beneath him… or on top.

Doyle began to steal your clothes, both soiled and clean, when he spent the night. He adored wearing your clothes, just to feel that much closer to you. He was especially fond of soiled clothes since he could drown in your scent. Doyle just couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted so much more than the friendship the two of you had, he wanted a relationship. And it was finally time to reveal himself to you…

“Doyle?” Doyle leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. A gentleness only reserved for you. “I didn’t realize how muscular you were.”

Your nervously chuckled under Doyle’s intense gaze, the redhead’s eyes practically bore a hole into your head. What on earth was going on with your friend?

“Oh (your name)… you’re always so innocent.”

Doyle reached up and pulled off his wig, your eyes widen a bit in shock. Doyle had short hair? The red color was honestly stunning.

“Your hair is such a pretty red-“ you squealed when Doyle pushed you back onto the couch. He took advantage of your surprise so pinned yours above your head.

“You’ve always been so naive… so kind.” Doyle bent forward and pressed soft kisses to your cheeks. “I’m a man, (your name). A man that loves you.”

Doyle chuckled when you pushed him off of you and pinned him down on the couch. A smirk on his devilishly, good-looking face. Yes… that look in your eyes made him squirm with delight. Look at him. Look. At. Him!

“You bastard…” Doyle took advantage of your emotional state to sit up and press his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

“I may be one, but I’m yours. I’m your bastard.”

Jun Guevara

You met this flirt when you went on a vacation to Brazil to try to escape your suitors in Japan. A suave pirate who was smoother than butter. A cheesy pick up line was all it took to make your heart flutter. Jun was bold with his interest in you.

To you, this was a summer fling but you never took into consideration that this was so much more to Jun. The possibility of Jun being madly in love with you never occurred to you. What a fool you were.

You were a bit swayed by his charismatic charm and his honeyed words. It was so odd to be scooped up in a whirlwind romance, but who were you to complain? He was attractive. And he was a passionate lover… although you had avoided getting into bed with him.

There was not a doubt in your mind that he’d blow your mind, but there was a feeling in your gut that told you not to sleep with him. And you would trust your gut, it’s never lied to you once.

“Meu amor, how about I take you sailing?” Jun often took you sailing or sat with you on the beach around a fire as he held you close. He had the scent of coconuts and the ocean. He was the perfect man. The perfect escape.

Jun shared his past with you, he was on open book with radical ideologies that fascinated you. Jun had a way with words no other man that you’ve met, thus far, had. Jun had so much passion for his country and was brave to stand up to a foreign government to protect it. (He was a master manipulator)

Jun was also incredibly romantic. He wasn’t afraid to show public displays of affection nor did he care if you wished to cuddle with him whenever you wanted. Jun was an amazing lover, one you felt so bad about not being with…

Passionate kisses and he constantly offered to go down on you, but you had to refuse his offer. Jun was always a bit too eager for your taste, especially because the two of you didn’t have a label. You were only here for the summer.

“I’m sorry, Jun. I’m only here in your country until summer ends.” You failed to notice the way his face twisted and his blood ran cold. Only for a summer? Didn’t you understand that the two of you were in love?

Jun never pushed further, yet you could feel how passionate his kisses were. It’s been so long since you’ve been intimate with anyone… a thought that made you nervous.

As you went into your final week in Brazil, Jun encouraged you to drink more around the bon fire. He kept pushing drinks into your hands that you happily accepted. You trusted Jun. His forehead pressed against yours as the two of you exchanged rum flavored kisses and slurred words.

Yet you found yourself faltering in your initial rejections when the kisses became more adamant. When his gentle touches became lustful groping. When he scooped you up into his arms and carried you into his house… when you ended up in his bed with your fingers tangled in his brown locks with his face shoved between your bare legs.

That drunken night, you ended up sleeping with him. A huge mistake.

Jun’s arms pull your bare body against his chest as he pressed hot kisses up and down your shoulders. “Meu anjo, I just can’t get enough of you… I want to hear your pretty voice scream my name again, this time until it’s hoarse.”

“Jun, we can’t-“ You gasp when his fingers give your nipple a harsh pinch, his teeth now sunk into your shoulders in a playful bite.

“Did you not enjoy yourself? You seemed quite satisfied-“

“Jun, I go back to Japan in a few days-“ Jun grabbed your chin so he could slam his lips down on yours. The pirate maneuvered his body to lay on top of yours as he ground his hips into yours. A heat spread through you from his salacious touches.

“You’re not going anywhere, amor.” Jun chuckled, his lips trailed up your neck until he reached your ear. “This is your home now.”

[chrispybaconp]

[moonlight-alphafemale]

I love how Yujiro is canonically broke af, not a penny to his name yet he's out here living a lavished lifestyle because he's so damn strong...

“The bill is $12.99? How about I beat your ass instead.”

[genderandanger]

Hes a lil shy ^^

Inspired by this panel from grappler baki under the cut

Chapter 254

[cheesesandwjch]

Baki doodle cuz he’s such a cutie >o<

[mangacharacters]

[honeytang]

It's Black It's white 🖋️

Lately I've been drawing more on paper than digital. And of course I also draw digitally.

p.s. Baki and Katsumi they are so cute🥺💖