#hector doyle Baki

[gatorgrumbles]

Doyle in his police woman outfit cause he.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Holis espero que estes bien y me encanta desvelarme leyendo tus hcs de baki, es divertido soñar con algunas escenas que escribiste (aveces aparecen en mis sueños xd)Quería saber si podías hacer un malumorado s/o de 1,50cm con Jack, Kaoru y Doyle (si querés más)

Toma awa y cuídate♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Situación: Un S/O de 1,50 cm.

Personajes: Hector Doyle, Jack Hanma y Kaoru Hanayama.

Hector Doyle.

Un S/O bajito, es un S/O que debe aguantarse las tonterías petulantes de Doyle cada que pone su brazo sobre su cabeza. Ha sido degradado a reposa brazos cada que se para demasiado cerca de Doyle, estén donde estén.

Caricias constantes en la cabeza, porque él puede hacerlo y simplemente se le apetece. Doyle está en toda su altura y la cabeza de su S/O invade su campo de visión cuando pasan demasiado cerca y sus manos hormiguean con anticipación, está acariciando tu cabeza o tu nuca.

Se distrae cuando su S/O trata de alcanzar cosas altas por su cuenta, es descarado y solo se queda mirando por un rato, no se inmuta aunque lo regañen. Está dispuesto a dar una mano cuando la frustración de su pareja es tan evidente que no se puede dejar pasar. Le parece graciosa la forma en que salta para apañárselas por su cuenta.

Está burlándose además, no desaprovecha la oportunidad de dejar ir un par de bromas. Si su S/O contraatacar, declarara abiertamente iniciada la guerra.

Alta probabilidad de que intente tratar a su S/O como una muñeca, quiere desvestirles y vestirles solo por el morbo de que sean tan manipulables por su estatura.

Jack Hanma.

Es su S/O de bolsillo. Es tan pequeño a comparación de él que es similar a un gigante para cualquier persona, incluso a esas que dicen ser altas. Su S/O parece una muñeca en sus manos, los sostiene por la cintura y los levanta como si no pesaran absolutamente nada para él.

Los levanta y recoge como si fueran un par de uvas, los carga con un brazo mientras que se ocupa llevar las compras con el otro. Jack se acostumbra demasiado rápido a cargar a su S/O como si fuera cualquier otra cosa que debe llevar consigo, así que siempre cree que tiene que llevarles cuando sale. Está haciendo un recuento mental de todo lo que lleva encima y siempre busca a su S/O con la mirada antes de recordar que puede caminar por su cuenta.

Jack no puede discutir con su S/O, su ceño fruncido desaparece en cuanto ve la cara colorada de su pareja que lo riñe por alguna cosa y simplemente no puede evitar reírse. Su figura más pequeña disgustada es una imagen cómica para él, así que se dobla y se disculpa, no puede tener una discusión de esa forma.

Él es de esos que pone las cosas en la repisa de arriba cuando su pareja está enojada con él, no pueden alcanzar nada por su cuenta y por muy enojados que estén, tendrán que pedirle ayuda. O es por las buenas o es a regañadientes.

Probablemente carga a su S/O para llegar más rápido a los lugares, disfruta de la vista desde allí. Llaman mucho la atención.

Kaoru Hanayama.

No necesita ser más alto que su S/O para ser capaz de cargarle como si no pesara nada, sin embargo, también tiene eso de su parte. Lo hará de forma desorganizada y sin motivo aparente, solo se acerca y levanta a su S/O desde la cintura; esa imagen le parece demasiado linda como para privarse de ella.

Otro que no puede discutir con su S/O, su rostro frío e imperturbable se ha visto en peligro en algunas ocasiones, su pareja molesta le parece demasiado adorable como para objetar algo que esté molestándole. Al final se doblega.

Kaoru espía secretamente a su S/O cuando están en casa, les observara cuando tratan de estirarse para alcanzarlo, su expresión enfadada le provoca un vuelco en el pecho. Cuando es descubierto es cuando sale en su auxilio.

A veces se compara con su S/O, son tan pequeños mientras él es absolutamente grande. Es cauteloso y trata de medir su fuerza cada vez que lo recuerda.

No se burla, pero hay un brillo en sus ojos cuando ve a su pareja incapaz de alcanzar o hacer algo por su altura. Es una especie de mirada divertida, pero esta tan bien disimulada que pocos la notan.

[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.”

[rae-pss]

i was bored, so take these.

[gojocumdumpster]

Doing there makeup Baki characters (yes i put the lashes and lips on them)

Pickle

He was a bit confused on what you were doing when you sat him face to face with you with a pile of makeup on your hands.

He kept trying to bite and chew on your brushes so the spray bottle had to come out🙄.

When you showed him the eyelashes he was like “What the fuck.”

He thought they were bugs but was confused why there were going on his face.

You managed to get them on but pickle kept messing with them.

Lastly the lipgloss the last time he licked his lips was 1500BC he kept licking them off so you just had to deal with what you got.

You almost pissed your self from how much of a baddie he looked.

Baki

Hesitated for a bit..but gave in once you gave him those puppy eyes. He was like “What have I gotten myself into..”

He sat through the whole thing. something pickle can’t do When your were finished you showed him what he looked like and he was like. “Take this shit off”.

Of course you had to get some pictures in but he kept trying to snatch the phone.

Later on he forgot he had it on. you asked him to head to the store…He was pissed!

He told you how men were asking for his number.

He was confused at first until he saw his reflection through the car paint and he lost it. Yea RIP your legs and that bed.

Jack

He left the moment you brought it up.

Kaoru

Same as jack he was not having it and said he has work to do.

Doyole

(Didn’t even have to make one real baddie right there)

You didn’t even have to tell him twice. Although he kept judging about the cheap makeup you used

He kept correcting your mistakes.

He barely lets you put makeup on him because apparently you weren’t on the James charles level.

He talked about how he did collabs with James charles and Jeffery starr a few years ago.

He let you take photos and even posed for the camera.

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🩸HECTOR DOYLE🩸

[leanbeefpattysimp3]

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

[shrkichigo]

BAKI ART DUMP :3

Transgenderfication of baki

Hanayama enjoyers dni

That man is mine

That are cutie patootie

And some hector Doyle wips

I can never live the police outfit down..

[ladythot]

Baki boys (not them all but pick who you like so far) Dick headcanons

I probably don't need to tell you that any of em are about the sizes of a horse's LMAO

Warnings: Dick talk, 18+, oh this is crack

Characters: Yujiro, Jack, Baki, Sikorsky, Doyle

Yujiro's is more than anything big you could imagine probably. Might I say his sons inherited this trait too but Jack's a bit different, he's an inch or two longer than yujiro with just about a fine line sticking out the edge. But of course, there's no point on being picky if two of them wouldn't even fit inside an ordinary person on their own. Anyway, I think this man's Dick can make you cum 10 times another minute you catch a breathe. He's pretty veiny too, you wouldn't see the whole thing with the ginormous amount of vein hugging it. You wouldn't even Dare call it a Dick.

Jack: now this gentleman will prove you an evidence of a cock that's more than the size of your arm once he slaps you with his meat just like the use of an entire arm. Not the typical Dick you'd write home about, he's got veins all over it but they're firm and neat unlike yujiro. His length's about over the back of any human cunt. Here's a lil sex headcanon about him; He refuses to put all that weight inside his s/o. He'll tell them he's inside whole but really it's just half in, he convinces himself he perhaps will be able to cum that way at least, that he knows they won't be able to take him entirely.

Baki: probably the shortest out of the two—it's slim-curved, less veiny til it's hard and throbbing mad. It's thick, it makes you think he really inherited some Dick nutrients from yujiro. You'd be afraid of it too. I'll say his Dick was the only part that was saved (for last probably, you'd bite it anyway) from all his scars.

Sikorsky: pretty neat one. Makes you think of a silicone dildo. I'll headcanon he doesn't like pubic hair so he shaves em all, he's not that clean. His dirty actions ruins the glossiness of his cock. Also less veiny about six engulfing him, his veins are hella big and noticeable.

Doyle: has the sexiest looking Dick around. Wields the finest of all shapes, it's curved as if it'll hit the perfect spot in no time. Two veins by the side and one by the bottom that trails hugging the base upward, the last goes noticeable as well. Y'know, the typa Dick you'd write home about after seein it.

[kik1draws]

Hi guys! Long time no see!!

Srry I didn't give u a heads up that I'd be MIA for a bit. College's been a real time-suck, and I rlly haven't had a minute to draw. But guess what? Today, I finally managed to finish a Japanese Twitter challenge today where I drew characters from Baki and more! 🦾

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Holaa,puedes hacer a retsu,Jack,baki,doyle y katsumi con un s/o que habla hasta los codos,es extrovertida,muy juguetona y hace muchísimo chistes sobre todos y todo

Situación: Con un S/O extrovertido.

Personajes: Baki Hanma, Hector Doyle, Jack Hanma, Katsumi Orochi y Retsu Kaioh.

Baki Hanma.

Un S/O lleno de energía y con una vibra extrovertida puede parecer contrastante con Baki, pero él se acopla perfectamente.

Adora escuchar el parloteo emocionado de su pareja por cualquier cosa, las lindas expresiones y el lujo de detalles que le brinda solo para contarle de su día es chistoso para Baki.

Muy entregado a jugar con su S/O, se está conteniendo, pero aun así puede dominarle sin demasiado esfuerzo. Aunque puede dejarle ganar para variar, no quiere que su S/O se rinda demasiado rápido.

Es fácil hacerlo reír, su S/O se estará regodeando de lo buenos que son sus chistes cuando Baki se ríe siempre de ellos.

ADORA, con letras mayúsculas, los tiempos cariñosos con su pareja, adora sentir sus manos sobre él al dejar toques tan suaves y el cosquilleo que le provocan sus labios sobre sus músculos.

Hector Doyle.

Creo que sería algo agotador para él, es malo para socializar y su S/O parece tener un talento innato para relacionarse y acoplarse a los demás. Pero le gusta.

Es más de escuchar, así que, su S/O será quien lleve las riendas de la conversación la mayor parte del tiempo, si Doyle se siente lo suficientemente inspirado por su pareja aportara más de lo esperado al flujo de la conversación.

Está entre dos con la actitud juguetona de su S/O, a veces esta de ánimo para quemar dicha energía y otras veces solo se recuesta y le deja ser cuanto quiera.

Los chistes de su S/O pueden llegar a causarle gracia si son realmente inesperados, le agrada lo espontanea que puede ser su pareja con las cosas. Es un público difícil para la mayoría de las personas, pero no para su S/O.

Disfruta particularmente, cuando está en ese ánimo cariñoso, recibir las atenciones de su S/O, se deja hacer cuanto quiera su pareja; abrazos, besos, caricias, etc. Todo mientras este de ánimo, como el gato que es.

Jack Hanma.

Esta más del lado receptor en la mayor parte de las interacciones, no habla demasiado y prefiere escuchar todo lo que su S/O tenga para compartir, sin importar lo que sea.

No pone demasiada de su fuerza cuando su S/O decide ponerse juguetón, le deja aferrarse a su brazo, colgarse de su cuello y trepar por su espalda, todo lo que te haga feliz.

Él se está divirtiendo, tener a su pareja prestándole tanta atención lo marea, pero lo hace sentir bien. No se opone a que jueguen con él, de todas formas mide su fuerza y procura que se diviertan sin que se lastimen.

Su S/O podrá sacarle una buena risa con sus chistes, no es demasiado exigente, pero disfruta de las ocurrencias espontáneas de su pareja.

No creo que sea muy allegado al contacto físico en público, pero será todo suyo en casa.

Katsumi Orochi.

Ellos sintonizan tan bien juntos, desprenden la misma energía inagotable y los impulsos sociales tan intensos. Son una pareja de Golden Retriever.

Él mismo no puede quitarle las manos de encima a su S/O, y el que ambos sean tan pegajosos solo hará que sean inseparables. Será fácil encontrar a uno de los dos, porque siempre estará con el otro.

No puede igualar a su pareja cuando de platicar se trata, pero esta feliz de escucharles y de responder con lo que crea cuando se le permita hacerlo.

Él también es propenso a los chistes recurrentes, los adora, así que espéralo haciendo reír a su S/O tanto como pueda.

Él movería la cola cada que está en compañía de su S/O, claro, si tuviera cola.

Retsu Kaioh.

Es una persona calmada, pero capaz de acoplarse perfectamente a otros, por lo que seguirle el ritmo a su S/O solo le toma un momento.

Deja que su pareja hable cuanto quiera, está registrando todo lo que dice durante uno de sus encuentros. No es ajeno a preguntar cosas para que su pareja pueda seguir hablando con él, le gusta el tono de su voz.

La actitud juguetona de su S/O puede descolocarlo un poco, ¿Quién pensaría que su pareja tiene tanta energía para gastar? Por lo que se ocupara de ello, quizá un buen tiempo en el jardín sea suficiente.

Los chistes tontos son lo suyo, le encantan, esos chistes tontos y realmente malos que hacen reír a pocos son lo que Retsu disfruta. Trae esta sonrisa tan linda cuando su S/O empieza a bromear.

Retsu puede manejar a su S/O extrovertida y parlanchina, son tan diferentes, pero compatibles al mismo tiempo. Ambos funcionan.

[yandere-writer-momo]

I found more pictures on TikTok but they put text over them sadly

[ozzgin]

Hey! Could you write a Yandere Hector Doyle with a reader who is trying to escape him? And she maybe get caught by him and gets punished for this? This would be so cool! Thank you in advance :DDD

Ooh, I’ve been wanting to write something about the death row convicts and I think you picked the perfect yandere for it. Doyle is my favorite.

Yandere! Hector Doyle x Reader Headcanons

Featuring Hector Doyle and his escapee reader that should know better. Warning: Dubious consent/non-consent, violence

Doyle likes to think that life has a certain degree of determinism to it. But not in the romantic, fateful sense of higher meaning waiting to plan out. Rather a mathematical logic, a Markov chain that takes its course based on what the current state has to offer. So what begins to unfold with assumed probability might only need a little push in order to derail. Look at him, for example. He came to Tokyo so he could taste defeat and ended up absolutely smitten with you instead. Which, in a way, could be considered as the fulfillment of his initial goal. All of his intentions have been crushed within the second he laid his eyes on you.

And what’s so special about you, anyways? He doesn’t know himself. Maybe it’s the way you stopped when he asked you for directions, so innocent and oblivious to the fact that a death row convict stood before you. He could’ve ended you in an instant. You just smiled, browsing your phone for the location. Not a single tense muscle, nor the faintest suspicion of the immediate danger. Utterly defenseless, at the mercy of his disposition. He briefly pictured his protracted blades soundlessly puncturing your throat, followed by your pretty little face twisted in asphyxiated panic.

Tsk, no good. If you were this unconcerned with him, how long would it be until someone actually acted on these perverted thoughts? You’re pitifully vulnerable. Once the idea of foreign hands having their way with you settles in, it becomes apparent to him that he must interfere. Why it would bother him so much is beyond explanation. As rational of a man he is, Doyle also doesn’t mind giving in to his vices. Otherwise he wouldn’t have landed in prison. Or on a plane to Japan.

Oh, what corruption you’ve brought into his very soul. Obsession has seeped into every sulcus of his brain, throbbing with demands. He must have you, and most importantly he must keep you away from others. A wild rescue that has failed to show their survival capacity is condemned to a life in a fenced sanctuary. You’re no good outside. You have no sense of self-preservation, otherwise you wouldn’t have willingly embraced his presence without any attempt of guarding yourself.

Therefore, it should be rather obvious that remaining with him is the best case scenario. You no longer need to worry about outside threats under his fail proof protection. Spending time with you has also shown him that you’re not dumb by any means. Quite the opposite. So why are you acting so foolish right now, (Y/N)? Running away from your guaranteed safety and well-being…ludicrous.

What’s even more preposterous is thinking that you can actually escape. It should be clear to you by now that everything you’ve done wasn’t a mark of your volition, but of his benevolence. He has been allowing you to do things. Don’t mistake that for freedom. It seems you’ve forgotten, and as always he’ll be so kind as to remind you where you belong.

His kindness, however, seems to have led to your misdemeanors. Perhaps this reminder needs to be in the form of a punishment. Hah, forced discipline was a favorite toy of prison guards. Doyle, unfortunately, is not someone that easily bows down to authority. You, on the other hand… He can see it in your wide, frightened eyes, just how much power he holds over you.

An involuntary shiver crosses your back once you discover his approaching figure. You’ve been caught, and Doyle might not be as forgiving this time. You feel yourself becoming smaller in the shadow of your captor, pondering on your possible sentences. Like the helpless body being torn apart in Goya’s “Saturn devouring his son”, the only thing in front of you is blackness. The entrance of a starved, hungry mouth, ready to swallow you whole. Don’t ever leave him again, (Y/N). You know his only mistake is loving you too much.

[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?"

[drunk-pickles]

my baki tierlist

[queeniecore]

Dibuje esta wea hace tiempo pero la vuelvo a subir

El doyle disfrazao de doja cat XDDDD