#baki reader insert

[mothwingwritings]

Miscommunication

F!Reader X Pickle

Hello everyone! Sorry for the lack of communication. I’ve been doing this or that, working on stuff, surviving summer, you know how it is.

I have been picking away at quite a few fics recently, but I am all over the place so they are all getting worked on/done/edited at different paces. I wrote this lil Pickle fic in the midst of it all. It was born purely from the thought of a yandere licking up your tears that they themself were the cause of, so I picked a guy and ran with that. I chose Picky because my feral mans does NOTrealize how much of a menace he is to you but by God he’s gonna keep on forcing his love on you until one of you dies. :)

18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Thank you and enjoy!

WARNINGS: Noncon, forced interaction/cuddling, dacryphilia, miscommunication (if you couldn’t tell by the title), light editing, 18+ only!!!

There were plenty of things Pickle loved about you.

He loved the way you looked. So different from the people of his time, you were distinct in a way all your own. The moment he first laid his eyes upon you he was beseeched by curiosity, your unique appearance adding to the intrigue of your already undeniable beauty and charm. You were smaller, softer, and far more polished than the women he was used to. With glossy well-kept hair and not a mark of dirt or grime upon your body, you appeared to him to be almost glowing. This pure presentation made him feel as if he was beholding some glorious creature from another planet, not a mere human woman. You were definitely something that should be far out of his reach, breathtakingly lovely, but unattainable. Yet somehow here you were, right within his grasp, ripe for his consumption. Having such a gorgeous and otherworldly creature in his vicinity was far too enticing, how could he not be expected to stake his claim?

He loved the way you smelled, though those strange sprays you coated your body with were a bit much for his liking. He preferred your natural scent, the one you always tried to mask for whatever reason, the one that differentiated you from the rest of the herd. He could pick it out from anywhere at any time no matter how far from him you strayed, but it would become especially pungent when you were worked up or excited. He relished those moments, pleased to get a whiff of it through the artificial cover of stinking flowers and fruits. Heady and ambrosial, he would bask in your natural essence, inhaling it deeply as if he were receiving a treat.

He also loved the way you sounded, though your words made no sense to him. All the people that surrounded him seemed to make the same kinds of noises, their lips forming sounds that he was sure held all manner of meaning, but none of it he was privy to. Not that it mattered to him really. Different forms of communication suited him much better than spoken word ever could anyway, and despite the lack of common speech he shared with his new peers, he got by just fine. When Pickle bared his teeth or showed open pleasure, those that were nearby seemed to understand him all the same, so there had never been much need to put thought into their dialogue.

… That was, until he met you. It frustrated him sometimes, when you would speak to him with words he could not comprehend. When you talked with a smile he could assume he did something pleasing, or at the very least you weren’t upset, but when you would frown and raise your voice… What exactly was upsetting you? If it was something he did he wanted to correct it right away, your pretty smile suited you much better than a grumpy frown did. He’d do just about anything to keep it on your face forever, if only he knew the words to say or understood the specific requests you spoke to make that happen. The sounds that spilled from your throat… What praises and admonishments was he missing? What words could he say back to keep you smiling, laughing, happy? He wanted to know, struggled to know, but the language barrier was just too great, leaving him distraught and guessing.

When you spoke to other people (other men particularly) and they understood you perfectly, chuckling and nodding, responding to you in kind… It upset him. Who were they to communicate with you so freely? Who were they to speak with you so openly, when all he could seem to get across was rudimentary ideas and feelings? Even if he loved to hear the cadence of your voice, the lack of understanding and the annoyance these mysterious conversations caused was something he couldn’t quite shake.

But even with all the adoration he felt for you, there was one, and only one, thing he didn’t love about you- your tears.

In his era, cries from your mate meant one of a small handful of things. They were hurt and/or scared, there was a threat nearby and they needed protection, or they simply needed their mates help with something. Regardless of which of these options may have brought on the tears, it was always very easy to figure out what the situation was and for the other party to act accordingly.

But each time you cried was a conundrum. You never seemed to shed just a few tears, throwing your heart into full on wailing at the top of your lungs each time your eyes began to remotely water. Whenever this would occur he would momentarily panic, scooping your perturbed body up to force you against his chest, desperate in his attempt to ascertain a cause of concern that would bring you to this state, one that he could never seem to find. He’d turn your body around this way and that, scouring every inch of you with his eyes and hands to check and see if he could pinpoint any wounds or blood. But while you thrashed and fought as he carried out his inspection, his hands always came back clean, and you never seemed to show particular distress when he pressed down on any given area of your body (save for your more private areas, but you always put up a fuss with those). He’d investigate your surrounding area, prowling for anyone or anything that may have scared you or caused alarm, but found nary a soul or item out of place that could have caused you such distress.

That only left the third option- that you were looking to him for help. But help with what? He had already secured you in the safest place he could find, nestling you far away from any potential threats or creatures that could cause you harm. Though he knew you were not a fan of the dank, malodorous, stone underbelly of the village, it was something you would have to get used to. Keeping you elsewhere was simply too risky. Besides, this area was familiar to him, being not unlike some of the cave dwellings of his old home. And with the pathways being so straightforward and long, he could easily monitor surrounding activity and hide you away should someone show up to cause problems (not that anyone would, most seemed to ignore this place entirely, which was another one of its many appeals).

The paths also snaked deep underground, with exits leading rather far out from the more bustling areas of civilization. It made it easy to hunt and gather, so he had no problems providing you with food, clothing, bedding-anything at all you may need he brought to you, and he was happy to do so. He took honor in being your provider, your lover, your mate.

You were safe, you were cared for, and you were loved by him. He showed it in every way he could, serving and providing in ways that went above and beyond what any other potential partner could do for you. Down here in the depths, he shielded you from all that may have hurt you in your old life. Maybe he didn’t understand your speech, but he could clearly see the toll living with the others above ground was taking on you. Each slump of your shoulder and sigh from your lips was recorded in his memory, the weary look you often wore as you pushed yourself harder than necessary haunted his thoughts until he was pushed into action. Every man whose misplaced comments made you scowl had met a grisly end by his hands, assuring they would never bother you again. Every stress of your old life had been removed, all of the agonies of your previous day to day a thing of the past.

Now the only thing you had to focus on was being a good mate to him- a skill you already excelled at by simply existing. You had no need to be sad, you were perfect, and he was doing all he could to show you this.

So why? Why did you always cry?

Even now as he was buried deep inside of you, the pleasure of feeling you stretch to accommodate his massive size so intense he could barely maintain his sanity, tears continued to spill freely from your eyes.  There was absolutely no reason for them- you were always such a good girl for him, bringing him pleasure and joy he scarcely believed was achievable. If anything you should be proud about how well you take him, about how incredibly good you were making him feel, about how flawless you were as his mate. He loved you, he adored you, he would do any and everything for you, and he planned on doing so until his dying day.

Yet still, you cried.

He couldn’t keep them from happening, and he couldn’t think of any other way to stop them, so the least he could do is try and staunch them for a bit. Holding your face still between his hands, he laved his rough tongue slowly over the apples of your cheeks, passing over your tightly clenched eyes in an attempt to cleanse you of your malaise. Time and time again he lapped at your face like a mother lion cleaning it’s cub, moving from the left cheek to the right cheek in quick succession to drink up as many of your salty tears as he could.

Eventually it seemed to work, or at least it caused your upset sobbing to turn into little more than gentle mewling. Maybe you were just doing this to appease him, or perhaps you were finally sharing in the immense pleasure he had been experiencing, overshadowing whatever negative feelings caused you to cry to begin with. Regardless, the tears were trickling to a standstill, and while they weren’t completely quelled, seeing them diminish caused him to smile brightly. He could consider this a victory.

But as he stared down at your tear stained face, moist and red from a mixture of his saliva and your own upset, he couldn’t deny that there wasn’t a charm to witnessing you in such a state. As he picked up his pace, reaching a particularly sweet spot inside of you, you began to scream out, overcome with the intensity of it all. Once more water seeped into your eyes, and he watched mesmerized as fat tears slid down your face, accompanied by whimpers each time his brutal pacing brushed your core. The way your tears accented your ecstasy, adding to the breath taking view only he would ever have the delight of seeing, he couldn’t find himself hating your cries any longer.

Maybe he had been misguided this whole time, realizing now that this may just be another special attribute of yours. He was starting to understand you better, and felt a fool for being so mistaken for so long. Your cries were unique, acting as a sign of immense happiness, not distress. He laughed slightly at his own blunder, it wouldn’t be the first time he had misunderstood you, but this certainly was the most ridiculous miscommunication.

His smile grew as he thrust into you victoriously, elated at his triumph in unlocking a great mystery about you. This whole time he should have never tried to stop them. From now on, he should try and make you cry more.

[thevirginslvt]

pickle found something interesting

[ozzgin]

This isn't as interesting compared to previous asks you've received, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to share. What about Baki's S/O with Pickle that is either still platonic or has developed a romantic interest who after some recreational time with him notices its lunch time and pulls out her homemade lunch. Our dear Caveman notices and is intrigued so she lets him try it and he's hooked, but she wont let him have more since she doesn't know if he can handle it. When she shares this with Albert or Tokugawa their amazed as well happy since this solves the issue of Pickle not eating something unless he hunted it himself without facing any controversy (plus she's cheaper than an endangered animal) and immediately arrange for her to be in charge of his meals after they've compiled a list of ingredients that are safe for him to digest. Reader accepts cause she's paid well, and she gets to share her cooking with her friend. Poor Baki's left to pout in a corner since it was already bad enough his s/o gives Pickle attention now she cooking for him to and anytime he complains he's silenced because "this is about him". Maybe they even try eventually to give food not made by her, but he refuses it and eats better with her beside him. The other idea (that could be separate or combined with the first) is reader whether intentional or not ends up helping Pickle learn to speak which gives everyone involved in his care another reason to keep them close.

Terribly late response, sorry about that. I also haven’t done any Baki fanart in a long time, so I decided to go for a doodle instead.

I like the idea of an utterly oblivious Reader who thinks Pickle is just a fan of her food. You have no idea why Baki is acting so jealous, telling you to stop spending time with the caveman and often dragging you away himself. All you’re doing is bringing a lunchbox over. Occasionally you teach him a word or two. There’s nothing else to it.

At least not to you. Pickle, on the other hand, is delirious. You’re the ideal mate for him. He’s been training every single day to exhaustion, so he can defeat your boyfriend and claim you as his. The hardest part is getting you to notice it already.

[nina-renmen]

Can you pls write a headcannon about how pickle from Baki hanma would react to going against reader but when he attacks, reader instead gives him a hug which confuses him since he has never been hugged.

Aww! This ask is so cute! I’m going to make this extra fluffy.

Pickle x Reader

Warnings: Reader is strong enough where pickle can see her as a threat, Fluff, She/her pronouns, kinda short

Y/n was excited to see Pickle, she’s heard so many things about him. Even though she was a fighter, and a strong one at that she didn’t really want to fight him unlike the other guys.

Stepping into the arena the bright lights were the first thing y/n saw. Unbeknownst to her Pickles head perked up, his body tensing up, sensing a threat. But you were so small…Why was his body telling him to attack? Pickles senses never failed him in the wild, so he’d listen to them.

Standing up, Pickle growled at Y/n. She was standing in front of him, though her arms wouldn’t be able to touch him, his arm’s definitely could. Y/n looked up at him, studying his features. He was pretty in an almost feminine way, but still had masculine body features. It wasn’t uncommon but it was a nice sight to see.

Pickle bared his teeth at her, bringing his arm up to strike. He’d take her out with one blow. At least, that was the plan. Just as he brought his arm up, his sharp claws narrowly missed her as she stepped closer.

Pickles eyes widened, stepping back but he bumped into the cement wall behind him. “You’re just adorable!” Y/n squealed as she wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. Cuteness aggression coming over her.

Pickle looked down at Y/n confused. She was showing good things, she was hugging him. So why did he feel the need to attack? Suddenly he thought of something. What if you were trying to protect him from the other small people? Did you think they were going to steal him away?

As y/n hugged him tightly he came up with a final decision. You wanted to be his mate, you seemed threatening because you wanted to mark him. Y/n gasped as Pickle hooked his arms around her waist, holding her as if she were a doll and sitting crisscrossed. His chest rumbled as he purred.

You’d be his mate, he’d court you with all the beautiful rocks he could find. You’d only have the prettiest rocks there were. And then you might let him mark you first! Pickle looked around as he held you close. There weren’t any pretty rocks here. But that’s okay! The next contestant that comes here he’ll give you their leg. Maybe you’d like that.

[ddollfface]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚; 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮'𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁.

Throughout your whole life, you've always felt a sort of presence loom over you. Whether it's protecting you or not, you have no clue, but it's always been there. Somewhat like a mole on the bottom of your foot or that itch in the back of your brain when something is wrong. It's always there, but there's nothing you can do about it. Well, without drastic measures.

You're not sure if it's human or not, but you're assuming so, though the thought is alarming. It's the only reasonable option. I mean, there's no such thing as demons or ghosts, right? So that just leaves the only option, that it's some type of person, some being, possibly a government. Of course, you'd prefer that it'd be some paranoid thought you've conjured in your unconscious, but you're sure that's not the case. How can that be the case when money appears at your, albeit unkept, doorstep? Or how you can sense the eyes on you while you training? And worst of all, how you can just feel the disappointed stare when you're on a date with some random classmate? The pure annoyance in the stare convinces you that this thing is real, that it isn't a figment of your imagination.

And it makes you wonder why. Why do you feel this presence? Well, you're sure that it could be linked to the fact that you're not... normal. There's always been something different about you; you've known this since the day your mama left you. That fearful look in her eyes when she says you smash a plate, just for holding it a little too tight. You thumb and pointer squeezing too much. It was as if she'd been taken back to a memory you weren't aware of, and you still aren't today.

Even at the age of seventeen, you still aren't aware of why your mama left in such haste, leaving everything she owned, only having the clothes on her back and her wallet. It puzzled you, though you were only twelve years old. You knew it was something you'd done; you caused your mama to leave. It was your fault, something you did.

And that's when it started, the presence, I mean. It's always been there, but you started noticing it far more frequently after your mama left. Before, it'd only appear once or twice a year, but now it was every month, maybe more.

For some reason, unknown to you, your mama leaving caused something to change. Something in you changed. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside you, both physically and mentally. You began to assess everything you'd do, trying to comprehend what you could've done to cause your mama to do such a thing, to leave her only daughter, her only child.

Was breaking a plate really that otherwordly to your mama? Sure, you'd only been twelve, but you were sure that girls your age had done the same?

Well, the more you thought of it, the more odd your strength was. You'd always been... stronger than most girls. That was undeniable. Both you and your mother knew of this. It was something in the back of your mind, something you had to be aware of.

You were different. You had to be more careful when you played. You couldn't go overboard, get too excited, and the next thing you knew a girl had a broken arm. The strength you possessed scared you; you didn't want to hurt people.

And with your strength came blood, so much blood, so much pain. Pain that you had caused. You really didn't mean it; you just wanted to play with all the other girls, but you had done it now. Your grip was too tight. You had pushed her too hard. It was your fault, and now she was bleeding. Oh, oh, oh, she was bleeding, a lot.

God, how you hate the smell of blood. The look of it, the feel of it, all of it; it made your head go fuzzy and your heart pound in your chest, but not in a bad way. Not in the way of when you fall off the monkey bars or when your mama catches you with your hand in the cookie jar. It's in the way of when the boy you like looks at you or when you've just finished playing a good game of ball. It's exhilarating, exciting even. You anticipate the feeling of blood between your fingers, rolling down your palm, and staining the sleeves of your uniform.

And that's what made you realize you were different. You didn't feel like other people, other girls, other kids. You were different, on a fundamental level. Even in the basics, how you felt was different. Was different even the right word? You're not too sure, but it scared you.

All these things you were feeling scared you. You didn't want to get pleasure from hurting others! It isn't right, you need help, you concluded. And that's when you realize that your mama ran away because of this, the feelings you get. Your own mama was scared of you. That's why she left you; you now understood.

You came to this understanding a few years ago, around three years, when you were fourteen. It was hard to accept, but you learned and evolved to comprehend your mama's actions. Instead of hating her for it, you sympathized with her. You understood. You would've done the same if you'd seen your darling daughter grow into this violent way of thought throughout the years.

That doesn't take away from the fact that you missed her; you missed your mama dearly. She was oh so kind to you. You miss her voice, her touch, and her cooking. Your mama was a good cook, far better than you've ever been. At least she left her cooking recipes, right?

Now, you are left alone.

Well, not completely alone. You have the ominous presence, you suppose. At least, you're not completely alone. If anything, the presence brings you back, sometimes, but not in a warm way. You can always sense when it's near. Your hair begins to stand, both on your head and on your neck.

Whenever it comes around, you can feel your muscles tense, your hair begins to float, and it's as if you're being reunited with something. With what? You don't know. There's a lot you don't know. You certainly don't know why you're connected to this presence in this way, but you do know how and what you're feeling. It makes you feel weak, like a bug.

You don't like feeling weak; you don't like how this presence makes you feel. You decided that over a year ago. That's when you began to train, wanting to become stronger, which was far easier than you thought.

You'd train day and night, trying to become stronger, better, faster. You wanted to rid yourself of this weak feeling, this feeling of submission you felt whenever you were around this presence. You wanted to harness this natural strength you were born with, this gift you were born with.

You wanted to find this presence and beat it into a bloody pulp for making you feel this way, for making your mama leave you. You didn't know how, but you knew they were connected. You knew that this presence was the cause of your strength, and you sought it out. You were going to find it and beat it, though it only watched from a distance, never getting too close.

This presence had been with you for years. You were sure that you'd be able to find it and beat it.

You'll make sure of it.

[baratiddyappreciator]

Dating Jack HCs

I've gotta do some more writing for my fav because I love him so much and he deserves more, just in general. NSFW included, because I would do THINGS to this man and I know some people would too, so Minors DNI.

Big appetite, but he's not picky. He'll eat pretty much anything you give him with little to no hesitation. Trying to do some baking and you're not sure if you added too much sugar? Just give him a spoonful of the batter and he'll tell you, flat out. He is partial to foods that he grew up familiar with, since it's what he knows best, so making him a good hearty meal. Steak and vegetables are a popular choice for him, but a nice chicken pot pie with bread is something that will have him melting.

He's not entirely helpless in the kitchen himself, but he's not really good at doing much. He can cook something the way he likes, and he can make basic things, but more advanced meals usually wind up either a bit burnt or a little undercooked. He's got an odd affinity for pancakes and waffles though. Get him to make you some and they're the softest, fluffiest pancakes and waffles you've ever tasted.

He's not really a movie or book guy, if he's bored, he'll go work out or exercise, but he does push things too far sometimes and give in to letting himself relax for a bit to let his body recover before he starts pushing himself again. This is your chance to make him enjoy your favourite pieces of media with you. You matter a lot to him, so he'll pay attention, actively participating by asking questions. He'll look at you with all the love in the world in his eyes, when you're talking about it.

On the other hand, if you take an interest in his past, in Goudou, he'll fall for you and fall for you HARD. You want him to teach you how to do something he cares about? He's putty in your hands for the entire duration. He doesn't expect you to push yourself as hard as he pushes himself, but he will push you to do your best. It stops when you say that you're done, or until he thinks you're not able to keep going.

He's not really one for physical intimacy, but with you, that starts to change. He likes holding your hand while the two of you are walking. He likes putting his hands on your shoulders while you're just standing around doing something, be it waiting in line or just standing around. After the first year of being together, he'll do whatever you want him to. Need him to pick you up so you can look at something on a top shelf? Absolutely, no hesitation, you let him know if you want to come down because he'll just assume you want to be up there for the rest of the time you're there.

He's rough and clumsy about affection at first simply because he's not sure of what you're wanting. His jaw is stiff when you kiss him, his hugs are a bit too firm or too loose, he doesn't really hold your hand, more like cupping it. Until he gets more comfortable, his affection remains lukewarm. You know the second that it just clicks for him, because all of a sudden he's just there, his hugs are tight and warm, he hold your hands properly. He's just so warm with his affection.

Please remember that this man is both blonde and pasty, because he won't put on sunscreen unless you ask, and he WILL get burnt. Will he complain about it? No, but you'll know he's miserable because he'll be moving very carefully, like everything hurts (because it does). Get some aloe and make this man sit down, he'll fall asleep before you get even half way done.

Holding his hands is a fantastic thing. His entire hand engulfs yours, you can feel all the little scars and calluses on his palms and fingers, and if you really pay attention you can feel his pulse. Laying on his chest is something else entirely, because all you can hear is his breathing and his pulse.

NSFW upcoming, if you're a minor then get lost??? We don't want you here?? Annoying ass kid, goddamn.

I love my man, my sweet little blorbo, I'm going to chew on him in a sexy way.

You can't really tie him up, because sometimes he'll get a bit too excited, either the restraints or the furniture you've tied him to will break, but he encourages you to try. If you're not one to take the risk on that, then just tell him to grab the headboard. He'll grab it and he won't let go until you're done.

RIDE! 👏HIM! 👏 RIDE HIM! He teases you when he's on top, but when you're riding him, he just goes dumb, it's like his brain leaks out of his ears, he'll lay there and watch you like you're an actual diety as you use him for your pleasure, and he encourages you to do so, because then he's assured that whatever is done is something that you want.

He doesn't really have any specific fetishes beyond biting and a strong breeding kink, so he's happy to try out whatever you like. The only think he is staunchly against is a daddy kink. Don't call him daddy, that will immediately kill the mood. The only other thing he has a problem with is him being the bottom. He's big, and him letting himself being that vulnerable takes a lot of trust.

Biting him while having sex just drives him fucking WILD, even if it's just a nibble. The second your teeth touch his skin it's game on, he'll have you pinned to the mattress faster than you can blink, though you're not really going to be processing much more than that until he finishes with you.

He makes it painfully obvious when he's thinking about getting you in bed, he'll stare right through your soul (before he fucks it out of you) and hover around you. The best way to get him to say fuck it and fuck you is to wear one of his sweaters... And not much else. Laying on the couch reading a book? Not anymore, he's got your legs over his shoulders, and you're seeing white.

Everything about this man is big. Big hands, big arms, big tits, and a big dick. He's got a girthy thirteen incher, and it is veiny, curves upwards at just the right angle to make you go insane. He knows he's big, and he's not the kind of guy to force something to fit, so he won't even try to push his cock into you until he knows you're ready.

This man is incredibly pliant to what you want to do. Something you can do is just walk up to him while he's laying down, push his head back and ride his face. He won't complain, he'll just get to work on you. Fuck his throat or his tongue, he won't care, he'll be in bliss. That mouth may be intimidating, but it works wonders.

He's got such big, thick fingers, they're perfect to ride. Just reach over and grab his hand, he'll let you use them, anything for his love. If you need him, you can have him, subtle or not. Grind on his thigh to take the edge off, or drag him off to a bathroom to have him take the edge off.

He's got that really big scar right across his front, and it cuts really close to one of his nipples. You'll find that one is a lot more sensitive than the other, and trust me, they are sensitive. There's not much you can do to phase him, but playing with his chest is one way to get him riled up.

[aifanfictions]

Write a story about Y/N is a model with Baki Hanma.Y/N is a sexy model and has a cheerful, friendly, humorous and kind but innocent nature

Sensuality in Silk and Strength

In the heart of Tokyo, where the city's vibrant pulse met the neon glow of its streets, Y/N was a name whispered in awe and reverence. She wasn't just a model; she was the embodiment of beauty, an enchanting muse who graced the covers of high-fashion magazines and posed for couture designers around the world. Her long, raven hair cascaded like a silken waterfall, her eyes held the mysteries of the cosmos, and her body seemed to defy the very laws of physics.

Yet, it wasn't just Y/N's physical allure that captivated everyone who crossed her path. What set her apart was her enchanting personality—an intoxicating blend of cheerfulness, friendliness, humor, and kindness that radiated an innocent warmth. She had the gift of making everyone around her feel extraordinary, and her genuine laughter was like a beacon in the darkest of times.

One sultry summer evening, after a whirlwind day of photoshoots, Y/N found herself in a chic, dimly lit bar tucked away in the heart of the city. It was a place where the ambiance was designed for quiet moments and whispered secrets, a place where the soft jazz music in the background seemed to sway with the rhythm of her heart.

As she sat at the bar, sipping on a martini, her eyes wandered, and they fell upon a man whose presence was as powerful as it was intriguing. Baki Hanma was his name, and he was a living legend in Tokyo. Renowned for his rugged strength and chiseled features, he was a martial artist whose reputation in the underground fighting circuit was nothing short of legendary.

Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. His muscular physique was a testament to years of grueling training, and his eyes held an intensity that suggested a life lived on the edge. There was a mysterious allure about Baki that intrigued Y/N, a pull that was impossible to ignore.

With a playful smile, Y/N decided to make her move. She glided over to Baki, her long legs gracefully carrying her to his side. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice a soft, inviting melody.

Baki, the man known for his stoic and guarded nature, looked up at her, his dark eyes meeting her enchanting gaze. For the first time in a long while, he found himself at a loss for words. Y/N was a vision, her presence radiating warmth and charm that were as inviting as a soft embrace. He gestured to the empty seat beside him. "Please, have a seat."

As they began to talk, Y/N's humor and innocence shone through, and she regaled Baki with funny anecdotes from her modeling career. He found himself laughing in a way he hadn't in years, her charm and humor unraveling the layers of stoicism that had encased his heart for so long.

Y/N's kindness and genuine interest in him touched a chord deep within Baki. He shared stories of his martial arts journey, of the battles he had fought, both in the ring and in the unforgiving arena of life. She listened intently, her eyes filled with admiration and empathy, and for the first time, Baki felt seen and understood in a way that transcended the physical.

As the evening wore on, the connection between them grew more sensual, more charged. The jazz music that swirled around them seemed to underscore the palpable attraction that had ignited between Y/N and Baki. They leaned in closer, their bodies almost magnetically drawn to each other, and their eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come.

In the dimly lit bar, Y/N's fingers gently brushed against Baki's, and the electric spark that surged between them was undeniable. Their lips drew closer, and the world around them seemed to dissolve as they shared a passionate and longing kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of the chemistry and desire that had ignited between them, a kiss that marked the beginning of a love story that defied all expectations. Y/N, the radiant model, and Baki, the powerful fighter, had found a connection that transcended their respective worlds, a love that was as intense and unyielding as the battles Baki fought in the underground.

The night continued with shared laughter, deep conversations, and stolen glances that spoke of desire. Y/N and Baki, two people from vastly different backgrounds, discovered that love was a force that could unite even the most unlikely of souls.

The hours passed like a whirlwind, and in the quiet moments between whispered words and lingering touches, the atmosphere between Y/N and Baki grew increasingly sensual and charged. As they left the bar, their hands were interlocked, and their steps synchronized as they embarked on an unforgettable journey.

In the days and weeks that followed, Y/N and Baki's love story continued to blossom. They explored Tokyo together, experiencing the city in ways that were both romantic and daring. The bustling streets of Tokyo became their playground, and every corner held a new adventure. Baki's strength and Y/N's sensuality blended in a harmony that was as intense as it was intoxicating.

Their love was not just sensual; it was a passionate and all-encompassing whirlwind. With every passing moment, their connection deepened, as if they had discovered a completeness in each other that had eluded them for so long. Baki, the fierce warrior, had become Y/N's protector, a guardian for the innocence she had managed to preserve even in the demanding world of modeling.

As they navigated life together, Y/N's humor and innocence continued to shine, tempering Baki's intensity with laughter and lightness. She brought a warmth into his life that he had never known before, and her love had the power to melt the most stoic of hearts.

Their love story was a testament to the idea that love often finds us when we least expect it, and it can be as powerful and unyielding as Baki's strength in the ring. With Y/N's infectious laughter and Baki's unwavering dedication, their love was a blend of sensuality, strength, and an innocence that could never be tarnished.

As the seasons changed and Tokyo's cityscape evolved, Y/N and Baki continued to grow in love. They traveled the world together, exploring new horizons and deepening their bond. Their love story became the stuff of legends, a tale of sensuality and strength, of passion and devotion that defied all odds.

In the end, Y/N and Baki, two individuals who seemed worlds apart, had discovered a love that was as intense as it was enduring. Their love was the fusion of sensuality and strength, a magnetic force that had brought two souls together in a romance that would endure for a lifetime, and perhaps even beyond.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[quennyquinn]

¿Puedo copiar la tarea?

T/N: ¿Puedo copiar la tarea?

retsu: ¡Puedo ayudarte con eso!

katsumi: Sí, claro.

katou: Atrevido de su parte al asumir que hice la tarea.

Kureha Shinogi: jajaja, no.

baki: Espera, ¡¿teníamos tarea?!?!?!

hanayama: *Leer 5:55pm*

[itsmeyaspider]

A midnight encounter with the devil~

Hector Doyle x female reader

It's a rainy night in Tokyo, the wind is blowing harshly, and the only thing that shines brightly are the lights of the old, flickering lanterns that illuminate the streets. Very few people would even consider about going out in such a bad weather, especially at such an hour, but for the young (h/c) haired woman, there was no other option.

She once again had to work late into the night, even if she didn't like it, she had no other choice but to work in the late shift. After all, she gets paid for it and she definitely couldn't afford to make a fuss about it. A small sigh escapes her lips as she tries to fight against the wind. Her hair is flying wildly around, so that she could barley see the streets and her clothes are already soaked. God, she hates this weather. She feels her clothes sticking to her already cold body. It really couldn't get any worse, all she wants to do is to come home, put on some dry and comfortable clothes and snuggle up in her bed. Was that too much to ask for?

She moves towards the sidewalk, where she tries to cross the streets, when suddenly something catches her (e/c) colored eyes. No, it's not something, it's someone. Who is crazy as she is to go out at this hour? Maybe it is just a homeless person trying to find some shelter. She didn't really want to stare, after all it wasn't proper, but there is something strange about this person. On a closer inspection, she realizes that it is a man. He is standing there under a lantern without moving.

What the hell, she thinks to herself as she notices the man moving towards her. Her instinct screams at her to run, run as fast her legs could bring her, her heart begins to pound and her legs start to tremble. Anyone with a survival instinct would be gone now, but she again doesn't move. She just can't, something is stopping her. Is it fear?

The man comes closer and closer as he suddenly stands in front of her. He is tall, much taller than her. His body looks muscular, even though it is hidden under a black turtleneck sweater with black jogging pants. Now she also notices his face, which contains feminine features. But the thing she notices most are is daring red eyes. These eyes shine with superior.

She knows him, she is very sure of that, but where the hell does she know him from? She can't remember it. After all, she is standing opposite a man who doesn't exactly look harmless. Damn it, if only she had run away. She pulls herself together as she speaks up with all her last strength. Her voice sounds anxious. "C-Can I help you?" She stutters out when the man just grins. He is clearly enjoying it how helpless she is.

Now he speaks up too, his voice sounds arrogant. "No, you can't help me archive my goal." The woman thinks she could hear a Scottish accent out. "And don't worry, I won't kill you." For a moment it is quiet, but for (Y/n) it feels like long, torturing minutes. Her thoughts skip over and over again as her entire body shakes. Did he just said kill? How the hell did she get into this?!

And then it happens, it's like an accident, she remembers who he is. It's Hector Doyle, the man who survived his death sentence and escaped from prison yesterday. It was all over the news and even she couldn't avoid it. But why did he came to Japan? It didn't made sense.

The grin from the death mate widened as he realized how her gaze become more fearful. "I see you know who I am." He grabs a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and puts the filter into his mouth. Apparently, the rain didn't bother him much because he still manages to somehow overpower it and light up his cigarette. The woman suddenly smells the nicotine in her face, which makes her cough.

"You should be more careful, you never know who you meet in the streets" his voice doesn't sound as arrogant as before, did he.... pity her? No, that couldn't be, someone like him would never feel something like that.

Suddenly, loud police siren can be heard, which rang out all the empty streets of Tokyo. (Y/n) used the moment to turn around for a short minute of time, to see where the sounds come from. As she turns back to Hector, he was no longer there, he disappeared without making a sound and any clue where he could go.

Huh? Where the hell is he? She thinks to herself. It didn't feel real, more like fiction. Who could ever tell anyone that he met an assassin? But deep inside, she is really grateful that she is alive, if he wanted, he could have killed her with ease, but he didn't, and this made her glad.

After a few minutes of standing still, she starts to go home again. Her body is still shaking, due to all the adrenaline she had released. But she also knows that she couldn't tell anyone about this strange encounter, because who would ever believe her?

[zyettemoon1800]

Early New Year's Resolution:

Though school and work can be a lot, I want to at least upload one a week. I miss being on here and writing. Since I haven't been as active as I wanted to be , it seems like it takes me longer to post one story and I want to do better.

Other thing is I want to write for more things. The pillerman was fun and all when I was starting out and I did gain a lot of attention for doing it, but I am slowly losing interest. Not saying I'm going to completely stop righting for them, but I want other stuff

[lvl5]

- DESIRE: A strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.

♱ NAVI & TAGS ♱ ♱ MASTERLIST ♱

- I’m ♱Sin♱ or 6, but you baby, can call me whatever you please. I’m a legal, BLACK, reader & writer! You’ve been warned so if you can’t get down with that bounce.

- I will write occasionally for fun, so if my post are sporadic don’t fret pretty baby! My writing could range from FLUFFY to SUGGESTIVE & SMUTTY! Additionally, I’m far from a good writer and this blog is experimental. So don’t come up in my shit expecting 5 star dining! Final note: if you THINK you went low, trust I WILL go lower so chill out on that negative shit! Tread Carefully & ian talking SZA!

- I’m not new to tumblr but I am new to posting. So please bare with me on links, masterlists, taglist, awareness posts, etc.

- PLEASE give me any and all of your constructive criticism, pointers, tips, etc. on how to improve my writing and improve my blog! They’re greatly appreciated so don’t be shy!

- ALL ABOUT SIN: I’m Congolese and in love with the colors black, orange, and yellow. I adore Kengan Ashura, Black Lagoon, and Baki, though my favs fluctuate often because I can’t seem to finish any anime. If you couldn’t tell by my current theme I LOVE music as well!! I don’t have a specific taste but I love listening to bktherula, Ken Carson, jaydes, yhapo jj, destroy lonely, Bryson tiller, Brent faiyaz, SZA, The smiths, Panic! At the Disco, Steve Lacy, Future, and MANY more! I’m also into K-pop but again bare with me bc I’m still learning about it! I have sooo many interests that I can’t even remember to list, so again don’t be afraid to share, ask, or tell me about anything!!

♱WHAT DO YOU DESIRE! ♱

[mothwingwritings]

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

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

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

Thank you for reading!!!

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

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Doppo Orochi˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Gouki Shibukawa˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Motobe Izou˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Biscuit Oliva˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Yujiro Hanma˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thevirginslvt]

he learned a different way

im considering creating an oc for once instead of pairing inconsistent self inserts with Pickle. also i dunno why i’m having Pickle brain rot rn but i’ve also hadn’t been this enthusiastic about a character for a while. a win is a win me thinks

[bluntbiter]

jack doodleee ; 🖤

okay sooo jack hanma brainrot has been getting to me and i’m not complaining 😻😻 so I drew myself with him teehee…

[nina-renmen]

Yandere Katsumi x Black reader

Reader is female, mentions of reader having in braids. This is probably going to have a part two

Katsumi marveled at the woman standing next to Retsu, her head was held up high and the aura around her was strong. She was definitely a fighter, just like himself.

“ Katsumi, This is my sister Y/n.” Retsu introduced. Y/n smiled at him, slightly bowing in respect. “ It’s very nice to meet your acquaintance. Y/n started, picking her head back up. “ I’ve heard quite a bit about you, I’m Retsu’s adopted sister.”

Katsumi snapped out of his trance, realizing he was staring a little too intensely. But he couldn’t help it, she was just so beautiful. She looked Exotic, she must’ve been a foreigner. “ I-It’s very n-nice to meet you.” Katsumi stumbled over his words, his face flushing in embarrassment. “ I hope it was good things you’ve heard.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. His heart hammered in his chest, the subtle beats soon became irregular as y/n looked up at him. Her doe eyes hiding what she was truly capable of. But Katsumi didn’t see that, for he only seen what she had shown him.

For the next couple of months Katsumi would always be near. If you were at the Dojo he’d constantly talk to you, following you around like a lost puppy. His eyes would light up when you would engage with him, humoring the man. Sometimes you’d bump into him at the grocery store. You even started having flowers show up at your door step.

But y/n crossed the line when some of her things would go missing. Sometimes her undergarments would go missing leaving the girl to go out and buy new underwear’s and bras. Other times it was shirts and even her favorite perfume. She was really annoyed after she finished braiding her hair but her bonnet was nowhere to be found, as if it had just vanished. She looked too to bottom. Under her bed, in her dresser, in the closet, everywhere. But y/n only huffed, grabbing her keys and leaving her apartment to go buy a new one.

Coming home, y/n put her keys on the counter after she took her shoes off at the door. Coming into her room y/n noticed her sheets wrinkled and her pillows untidy.

Immediately she stood frozen in the room, stopping her breathing to listen for anyone. Every morning before she goes to work she makes sure to make her bed and fluff up her pillows. This morning was no different.

‘They’re still here.’ Y/n thought to herself bending down and quickly looking under the bed but she saw no one. Y/n was Fumeing, practically tearing apart her apartment to find someone, anyone within her apartment.

Just then, She yanked open the closet, seeing an unfamiliar cloth hidden deep inside her closet she grabbed it. Angerly she yanked it out only to pull out something pick heavier than just a cloth. It was,

“ Katsumi? What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!”

[baratiddyappreciator]

I was so upset that your NSFW cuddling scenarios got flagged 😭

But I have to ask, what would spicy cuddling with musashi, spec, and Doyle be like?

you’ve reawoken my old man thirst

omg wait it did?! SKskks I didn't even notice- But yes, if the beloved moot asks, they shall receive! Spec was the hardest to write for by far because I couldn't figure out if this man would actually cuddle but fuck it we ball(s deep in this bitch someone please throw me a rope to climb out it's wet in here) Kids: get bent lmfao

Musashi: His stare was intense enough to make you feel naked normally, but now that you were actually naked, his eyes locking on yours in the mirror only made you feel hot, his hips meeting yours from behind, slow and methodical, but not gentle. No, anything but gentle as he grabbed your throat, leaving you to make choked noises as his hips met yours over and over again in a slow, powerful grind that had your eyes rolling back into your skull with little to no effort on his part. Mean? Oh absolutely, he was so cruel, driving you insane by moving so slowly, and god you regretted asking him to cuddle you within view of a mirror, because you really should have known that he was going to make you watch him watching you taking him. And you could see him perfectly, each forward thrust of his hips making his shaft disappear deep within you, before it would be slowly dragged out only to slam back into you with dizzying force. Trying to turn your head to the side to nuzzle into the blankets only had him snatching your face to turn you to face the mirror again.

"Don't look away, I want to watch you come undone."

Spec: He didn't really cuddle, no, he was too tough for that. But him lounging around the place only to have you plop down on top of him to join him? Yeah, that was about as close as you'd get. Though if you were hoping for a peaceful nap with him, then you were sorely mistaken, since most of the time you did this there was a 50/50 split that he would wind up fucking you right then and there, and this was a gamble you'd lost (or won) as he bounced you up and down on his thick shaft, smugly chuckling as you were winded time and time again as his thick head kissed your insides, making room for itself so he could nestle deep inside of you. It was like he was trying to stab you to death with his dick, but instead of killing you, all he manged to do was succeeding in having you shaking and crying on top of him as an orgasm was forced out of you, one so powerful almost all your upper body strength vanished, leaving you slumped against his chest as he kept fucking you through it, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead with a breathy chuckle.

"That's right darlin', just like the perfect fuck toy fer me."

Doyle: It had been perfectly peaceful until you'd moved your hips an inch. A singular inch, not even, and he'd pounced on you. No more peace and quiet for you, the couch repeatedly slamming into your wall (god your neighbours would hate you if they didn't already) to the rhythm of Doyle's harsh thrusts. Fast but deep, there was no mercy as he left your head spinning from the pleasure and slight sting that it brought along, his hand sealed around your throat teasingly as he loomed over you smugly. He didn't need to say anything to get his point across, he knew how turned on you already were from him using you like a pliant and obedient doll, and honestly, for him? That's what you would be. Each snap of his hips was driving you closer and closer to your climax, and almost like he could taste it, he grinned, licking his teeth, and leaned over you, staring right into your eyes.

"So needy, you're behaving so well for me. Let's see if you can keep it up for just a bit longer, hm?"