#katsumi orochi x y/n

[mothwingwritings]

I kind of would like to see a yandere Katsumi with a breeding kink. I’m usually the one to write him with one, but I’d like to see the way one of my favorite writers would write him ❤️

Anything for you, my darling! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ I missed writing for our dear boy. <3 Also, you know his ass would be *so* sly about it. This man isn’t gonna stop until your body is a veritable child making factory, irrevocably binding you to him whether you want to be or not. :)

WARNINGS:  Breeding kink, lots of mentions of babies (making/rearing) and pregnancy, dubcon, Katsumi blatantly lying to you and manipulating you to get what he wants for ‘your own good’ (of course :D).

NSFW so 18+ only please and thank you!!!

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It had been several days since you saw Katsumi, a weekend trip to see your family taking you away from him for the past three nights. Judging by his reaction when you walked through the door however, you would have thought months or possibly years had gone by since you last embraced, as he was on you before you even had the chance to give him a proper greeting.

“Missed you so much baby,” he murmured in between heated kisses, his hungry mouth moving from your lips to trail sloppy kisses across your cheek and down your neck, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

You giggled at his enthusiasm, pushing on him a little in an attempt to get him to ease up. “I missed you too Katsu, but can I at least make it two steps inside before I am assaulted with affection, please?”

“Impossible.” He responded simply, hoisting you up from the floor.  After he had successfully scooped you into his arms, he gave a small twirl, causing you to laugh harder. He made an exaggerated hustle to the living room, hauling you in tow. Gently he plopped you down on the plush sofa, making sure you were comfortable before positioning himself above you.

“There, happy?” he smiled, giving you a small kiss on the nose, “Now that you are safely and securely inside, do I have permission to continue?”

You sighed dramatically, giving a playful roll of your eyes. “Geez, you sure are needy today! But I suppose I can oblige your request just this once. Besides…” Your hand traveled up to cup his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his smooth skin as he leaned into you, savoring your touch. “It may have only been a few days, but you weren’t the only one feeling lonely.”

He took your words as an invitation to draw nearer, his warm smile radiating down on you as he pressed his lips to yours once more. Sweet, delicate kisses were quick to grow deeper, the intensity steadily increasing as you both sought to lose yourselves in each other.

…And you figured that would be the end of it. A hot and heavy make out session to welcome you back followed by cuddles, questions about the trip, updates on what happened while you were gone, and then maybe a very well deserved nap.

But Katsumi kept going, his hand slowly creeping under your shirt and across your stomach, stopping to paw at your chest. You gasped slightly at the sensation, causing him to release a pleased hum.

“Sensitive today, are we?” He teased you, his groping growing more feverish as he fed off your reaction. You whined as he pushed your shirt up past your chest, your bra following directly after, giving him free access to your bare chest. A chuckle rumbled from within him as his fingers pressed into your supple skin, your body twitching as his palms ghosted your nipples, thoroughly enjoying watching the reactions his subtle toying yielded. “You say I’m the needy one, but look how you are pressing against me, seeking me out. Even if you didn’t use your words to tell me how much you missed me, your body would have given you away.”

“Katsu” you hissed, squirming under each stroke of his hand, “please, can’t we at least wait till after I’ve settled in some?”

“This is settling you in,” he smiled, working until the top half of your clothing had been completely discarded on the floor. “How much more settled can you be than here in my arms, nestled up against me while we enjoy each other’s company?” He stopped for a second, briefly mulling over his words before adding “Well, I guess you’d be the most settled with me buried deep inside of you, but I’m working on that.”

Your face flushed at his brazen words, bunched fists pushing up against his chest in a small act of resistance. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested-your previous admission of loneliness wasn’t a lie. Your trip had only been a few days, but Katsumi had been busy for several nights preceding that, leaving you feeling deeply unfulfilled for well over a week. Toys and your own hands could only take you so far.

You could feel your resolve waning with each passing moment. Every kiss of his lips, every caress of his hand, every coaxing word spoken by his husky voice, was like torture to your love deprived body. In the midst of it all he shed his own shirt, making you damn near lose your mind with desire. What right did he have to look so good, like he was some kind of Adonis pulled from the pages of a romance novel? You shuddered as his eyes roamed the curves of your compromised form, shining with eagerness to drown you in pleasure.

He dipped his head back down to your chest, his gaze turning mischievous as his eyes bore into yours. His tongue lightly laved over your soft skin and you clenched your jaw to stifle a whimper, desperately attempting to calm yourself down. But despite your best efforts one slipped out when he gently bit down, his tongue swirling your nipple friskily. His free hand sought out your other breast, massaging it gingerly as he lapped and sucked to his heart’s content.

Losing yourself in his ministrations, it wasn’t until he began to tug at your pants that you started to come to, your haze of lust dissipating the further down your legs the clothing traveled. Once past the knees, your hands shot to his shoulders, garnering his attention.

“Katsumi, stop,” you tried to speak firmly, even though your voice still warbled with desire, “I’m not ready for this right now.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your stomach, continuing to undress you, “let me make you feel good, baby. You are worn out from the trip, right? I’m just trying to help you unwind~”

You gripped his shoulders tighter, “Katsu, please, I- I just think we should wait…” your voice trailed off, a red hue spreading across your cheeks as you spoke your next words, “Right now is… it’s kind of bad timing, you know? We’re in a bit of a danger zone if we do anything rash.”

You finished the sentence with a nervous laugh, hopeful that he would pick up on your true discomfort and drop the subject entirely. Unfortunately, your words didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest as he finished discarding your pants, now focusing on the panties that were destined to join them.

“You’re on the pill, right? It shouldn’t be a problem…” He shimmied himself down your exposed body, trailing kisses as he went, “besides, you don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight to stop me right now, so you can’t be that against what I’m doing to you.”

You looked down at him, pouting in reaction to his cheeky smile. “I shouldn’t have to fight you. You should just respect your beloved girlfriend’s wishes and stop on your own.”

Katsumi laughed, “You may have a point, but when you dangle a bone before a starving dog, he’s gonna make a move,” he gave you another once over, the heat of his stare causing your heart rate to quicken. “Looking the way that you do, you can hardly blame me.”

A jolt coursed through your body as you felt Katsumi’s fingers lightly graze your folds, a bright blush illuminating your cheeks as Katsumi gave another throaty chuckle. He planted a lingering kiss on your leg, “So fucking cute,” he spoke against your skin, his demeanor morphing from mischievous to downright lustful, “I know you want this too. I’ll use protection, OK?”

Before you had the opportunity to respond his fingers were pressing more firmly against you, teasing your entrance. A wave of heat rushed through your body, your hips bucking up involuntarily to receive more of his touch. Driven by your body’s reaction, Katsumi repositioned himself between your legs, quickly shedding his pants in the process.

Your whole body ached with desire as you watched him move above you, staring at you with longing eyes. You had witnessed him like this countless times before, but each time it happened you couldn’t help but gawk at him. Katsumi was flawless, strong, and handsome beyond compare. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how someone like him even ended up as yours to begin with (though he always hated that insecurity of yours, stating if anyone were to feel that way in this relationship, it should be him).

Katsu was your biggest fan, the apple of your eye, the love of your life. You were both just as crazy about each other now as you were when you first met so long ago, wrapped up in some kind of never-ending whirl-wind romance you thought only existed in movies or fairy tales. You loved him so goddamn much, every moment with him was a moment to be treasured.

So when he lowered his mouth to your entrance, dragging his tongue languidly against your bare cunt, your body was quick to give in. You shuddered as his tongue worked its way inside of you, warm and inviting as it tenderly explored you. Your breathing grew erratic as his thumb moved to massage your clit, his hand and mouth working in synchrony to lead you to euphoria.

You knew where this was all headed, and even with Katsumi’s previous assurances you still felt unsure. You had been experiencing abnormal hormonal fluctuations, often times having a full on period when you knew the medicine you were on was supposed to be staunching it. You had been meaning to go to the doctor to get it addressed but something always seemed to be popping up, barring you from finding out the root cause of the issue.

You had tried to stress your concerns to Katsumi multiple times, but he always brushed them off by saying that you were both being safe and nothing would happen. You wanted to believe him, truly you did, but you knew how weak your resolve was in moments like this and his was even worse. How could either of you say you were doing all you could to prevent bringing another life into this world, a life neither of you was ready to raise or care for?

But even with all your misgivings, how could you ever tell him no? How could you ever not give in to your overwhelming need for him? The longer he touched you the more you felt as if you were losing yourself, ensnared by the bliss he was supplying you. You whined as his hand gripped your leg tighter, pulling you closer to him. You assisted by latching your hands to his hair, grinding yourself against his face as you chased your pleasure. He moaned against you in response, causing you to shiver.

In your haze of lust, you glanced down at him, watching as his feverish mouth worked its magic. Your blush deepened when his focus shifted back your way, his lidded eyes staring up at you had a bestial look to them as he fixated on you, thoroughly engrossed in eating you out. He was fueled by each twitch of your face, the furrowing of your brow, the look of growing ecstasy in your eyes, and you found his palpable desire just as exciting.

All of your tells were driving him to the point of insanity as he lapped at you, the bulge in his boxers growing painful as it strained against the pre-cum soaked fabric, desperate to be inside of you. “I need you now,” his voice was deep as he detached himself from you, wiping your slick from his chin with the back of his hand, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Katsu,” your voice was strained, missing his contact as soon as it was gone, “Katsu, I-“

“It’s OK baby,” Katsumi purred, cutting you off, “I told you I’ll take care of you, and I’m a man of my word.”

His baritone voice caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach, your entire body aching for him as he shed what remained of his clothing. He spat on his hand, giving himself a few cursory pumps before he slotted himself against you, dragging his hard cock tauntingly across your opening.

“Are you ready for me?”

Though your mind was muddled with desire, the fact that Katsumi was not sticking to his promise had not escaped your notice. A pang of fear spiked in your heart as you felt him start to enter you, the repercussions of this liaison sending anxiety coursing through your veins.

“W-wait, you said-“

Katsumi pressed his lips to yours, making you instantly swallow your protest. He pushed his way inside, causing you to whine against his kiss. He parted from you slightly, his breathing unsteady as he enjoyed the feeling of you enveloping him.

“I’m sorry baby, couldn’t wait,” he panted, moving his hips until he was completely sheathed inside of you, “you feel so fucking good.”

“Katsu,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the stretch of him inside of you, “please, I-“

Another kiss, “It’ll be OK, trust me.”

His voice was hurried, his words a means to pacify. They did little to assuage your concerns, but as you felt the slow drag of his length against your walls, your ability to dispute him was stolen from you. His thumb pressed against your clit, massaging the tender bud, coaxing your body back into a sense of mounting ecstasy that effectively killed any lingering protests.

You gasped as he thrust into you again, more forcefully than his initial entrance. He continued just as roughly, each deliberate stroke hitting you so deeply it made your head spin. Delicate whimpers turned into wanton moans as he pushed on, quickening his pace to an almost brutal degree. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours as he covered your neck with hot, open mouth kisses. His hands gripped the back of your legs, pressing them back so that he had access to plunge even deeper.

“So fucking perfect,” he panted into your neck, voice wavering with desire, “everything about you is perfect (name). I love you so fucking much.”

A particularly harsh push of his hips made you scream, a growl of pleasure rumbling from Katsumi’s throat. “And you’re all mine. I’m the only one that gets to see you like this, the only one who can make you feel this good.  And you’re the one who completes me, the only person that drives me to the point of insanity with how much I love you.”

At some point tears began to fall down your cheeks, the intensity of his love overpowering you as he imprinted himself into your very core. His affection was as intoxicating as it was formidable, and you found yourself being able to do little more than cling to him, crying over the potent mix of pleasure and pain he continuously hammered into you.

His hands snaked up your arms, entwining his fingers with yours in a vice like grip. Sweat coated his brow as his eyes caught yours in a heady stare. You could tell his release was imminent, the ability to speak chased away by his growing passion, a string of unintelligible praises and moans tumbling from his lips as his hips smacked lewdly against you.

A final wave of pleasure crashed upon you, taking you in its brilliance. Crying out in bliss, you tightened around him as you came, your entire body vibrating in complete satisfaction at Katsumi’s efforts. The reaction caused his hips to stutter, his voice roaring your name as he came, spilling himself deep inside of you.

For a moment you were lost in your buzz. Breathing heavily in his arms, a thin layer of sweat coated your battered body as you slowly regained your bearings. Katsumi stayed where he was, plugging you up as he planted lingering kisses along your face and collarbone, his praise never ceasing as he held you close.

“K-Katsumi,” your voice was weak as you came down off your high, a nagging feeling of disquiet once more taking root in your brain. You squirmed in his hold, trying to detach yourself from him and the softening cock he kept stuffed inside of you. “Katsumi, get off of me…”

“Hey now, if you keep moving around like that you’re gonna get me excited again,” he chuckled, your body jolting when he gave your breast a playful nip, “You already ready for round two? Naughty girl~”

“S-stop,” you pouted, upset that he was trying to joke around when you were in a clear state of distress, “What the hell even was that? I told you now wasn’t good timing…”

He laughed again, “As I said, you didn’t seem to really be complaining.”

You smacked him lightly on the shoulder, brows furrowing. “I’m not joking around Katsumi! It felt nice, but what happens if…” Your voice trailed off. Despite all you had just done, you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed as you confronted what could be a very real repercussion of your actions. “What if we get pregnant?”

“…Would it really be so bad?”

Your eyes shot back to him, taken aback by the nonchalance in his words. There was a serene smile on his face as he spoke them, as if bringing a child into your life was no big deal at all.

“We’re gonna have them someday anyway, aren’t we?” He continued to smile at you, nudging his nose against yours affectionately, “Does it really matter if we have them now or later? Another member of the Orochi family wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” He planted a small kiss on your lips, looking down at you with a sparkle in his eye. “Besides, you’d look absolutely gorgeous full of my children, don’t you think? Can’t say I’m not looking forward to you wobbling around all plump and pretty, there will just be that much more of you to love on.”

A deep red blossomed across your face, trailing down your chest. “Y-you know I’m not ready for all that Katsu, I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a kid right now.” You shook your head, giving him an earnest look, “We can’t do this, at least not yet. I, we are not ready for a commitment that big. We agreed on this already, right?”

He hummed thoughtfully as he took you in, an indiscernible look reflected in his eyes as they bore into yours. For a brief moment you felt uncomfortable with his demeanor, his silence making you feel almost as if something you said had bothered him and now he was upset with you. But just as you were about to confront him on it, his smile returned. In a swift movement he pulled out of you, pivoting his body around until he had scooped you up in his arms.

Pressed firmly against his chest, he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m sorry (Name), you’re right. I just can’t help but get carried away when I’m with you. I’ll try better to restrain myself in the future.”

You sighed, snuggling into his chest as you tried to dispel the feelings of concern that still wracked your mind. “It’s OK,” you spoke softly, the evidence of his transgression leaking uncomfortably from between your legs. “We’ll just have to be extra careful in the future, alright?”

As you rested against him, Katsumi was happy you couldn’t see the guilt that briefly permeated his features. He had total faith in his plan, knew that ultimately it was the right thing to do for not just him, but yourself as well. Yet still, hearing your blatant concern as you snuggled against him, held close by the man you trusted the most while you remained none the wiser to his plan… He couldn’t help but feel like the bad guy.

He grimaced as he tightened his hold on you, frustrated that you were making this so hard for him. You belonged with him. No one could make you happier than he could, no one could protect you or provide for you better than he could. Really, all of the fears you conjured pertaining to your inevitable future with him were your own fault, self-inflicted punishment you suffered for being so stubborn.

Every ideal and goal that you were so keen on pursuing were ultimately pointless in the grand scheme of things-Silly little distractions that you for some reason deemed as more important than creating a family with him. He tried not to let it gnaw away at him, but sometimes it was too hard to ignore.

The thought that you could just slip away someday, leaving him behind as you gave your love and your future to someone else, haunted him. He knew you loved him, it was undeniable. He was sure a break-up was the furthest thing from your mind, the loyalty you felt for him as unwavering as his was for you. And yet worries still plagued him. You were his happiness, his love, his light. Everything he did, he did for you. If one day your love for him dimmed, where would that leave him? What would be the purpose of life if you weren’t there by his side, experiencing it with him as you grew old together?

He couldn’t accept that, he wouldn’t. You were his, always and forever. But he needed an assurance that you would stay by his side for keeps, something bigger than spoken promises and more concrete than a ring on your finger. He needed something to bind you to him irrevocably, a sign of your lifelong love that was truly permanent.

And what was a better culmination of devotion and attachment than a baby? He always wanted to be a father, and from the moment he met you, he wanted to make you the mother of his children. It only made sense that one day, hopefully very soon, that goal would be realized.

In his home, fat with his babies, basking in his touch and his ceaseless love, THAT was the life you deserved and the only thing you should be focused on. If you weren’t going to recognize it on your own, of course he had no choice but to begin taking drastic measures. Swapping out your pills, sabotaging your doctor’s appointments, lying to you… he wasn’t proud of himself for having to do it, but his hands were tied. Any struggling or feelings of discontentment were ultimately entirely your own fault.

“…Katsumi? Did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry baby,” he startled at the acknowledgment, dragged back to earth by your questioning voice. “But I hear you loud and clear. I meant it when I said you have nothing to worry about. I’ll always keep your best interests at heart, I promise.”

[yandere-writer-momo]

Texts from your Baki Boyfriend

Baki cast x afab reader (based off this tweet)

Kiyosumi Katou:

Katsumi Orochi:

Kaioh Retsu:

Baki Hanma:

Jack Hanma:

Hanayama Kaoru:

[kairolee2004]

Reporter: So reader! Out of all the fighters, who would you have fuck you first?

Me: Fuck- that is a hard question man… All of them. I would fuck all of them.

Reporter: What?

Me: You heard me, I don’t get ‘bent over.’ I ‘bend over’ both girls and guys!

Reporter: you’ve got to be kidding me…

Me: Hhahahah! Ask all of the guys, none of them are safe- except yujiro… the hoe is not my cup of tea.

Reporter: Im pretty sure none of those fighters would fuck you-

*The ‘hoes’ pulled up*

Baki: I aint say nothing- except i would.

Katsumi: I probably would-

Retsu: Let me think… respectfully i would be bent over by reader.

Hanayma: Your my bestie reader… but i dont get bent over.

Jack: Fuck yes.

Biscuit: Yasssssssss!!!!!

Yujiro: What the fuck did I do?

Me: Everything my guy… everything.

[iskratempestmadness]

Being his girlfriend is...

Part 2

Jack:

• get up with him. In fact, it seems to me that he does not work because of the eternal training, so he gets up with taba (in fact, he starts training around this time) . Jack would probably make a great housewife... Yes, I know he doesn't look like a housewife, but if you think about it, he probably doesn't always eat in restaurants, so he knows how to cook. Either he does his own laundry or he takes them to the laundry. In general, it seems to me that he is an independent boy, if you are out late, and he has already finished training, then he will cook you something to eat and the house will be clean.

• be under constant supervision. It doesn't mean anything bad, it's just like Hana, he's not very good at expressing love in words, so he does it that way.

• Gifts with a story. As I said, he doesn't work anywhere, so where does he get the money? This is a good question, most likely his mother helps him in this regard. The money she gives him is enough to buy "Medicines" so why shouldn't they be enough for gifts for the girl he loves?

• support. On his part, it is expressed in touching. He knows better than anyone how much support is needed. But there should be one on your side, too. Look at him, he's trying so hard, he's training so hard, it's worth at least telling him every day how amazing he is.

• walking in parks in your free time. It just calms him down so much, like your voice when you tell him what happened during your walk today.

Katsumi:

• sleep as much as you want. If he needs to train, he will get up so as not to wake you up. If he doesn't need to go anywhere, then he will look at you fucking, play with your hair, in general, he will find something to do.

• Cute teasing. Katsumi is one of those guys who gives his girlfriend a new nickname every time, and yet his favorites remain "Princess" and "Sweetheart"

• to do all sorts of wild things with him. Go outside in a dinosaur costume? Of course, honey!Sign up for a pilon together? No problem, doll!

• bask in compliments. He, like Bucky, does not skimp on them. He also does not skimp on gifts. Dresses, jewelry, restarans are all available, but within reason.

• unexpected dates. Not only are they unexpected, but they are also very diverse. And it can be anything from a candlelit dinner to skydiving.

• family. He thinks about it a lot. He thinks about what a new level your relationship will reach when you become his wife and how wonderful your children will be... He'll probably get up the courage soon and make you a sequel.

[ozzgin]

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

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

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

Thank you for reading this , bye.

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

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader

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

Backstory

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

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

The Meeting

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

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

Kaiou Retsu

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

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

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

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

Katsumi Orochi

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

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

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

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

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

Jack Hanma

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

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

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

Baki Hanma

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

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

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

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

[ballistashoot]

-Princess (Katsumi Orochi x fem!Reader)

So, I know this might be really bad, but please take into consideration that this is my first time writing something that's not a headcanon. (ft. Grammarly, bc writing is not that easy)

That was one of those nights where the Tokugawa mansion was full of people celebrating the inauguration of the new tournament... and something else. Hundreds of people were wearing fancy clothes and eating exotic foods, the house was carefully decorated, with creamy-toned curtains and golden balloons. Everyone was having a great time. Except for a certain young lady upstairs...

-Miss... I know how nervous you are, but you know how excited your grandfather is...- Said one of the maids.- I promise you’ll be all right, and oh dear you look beautiful.

-Thanks Hina, I know it can’t be that bad, but having the spotlight on me all night... It’s terrifying.

A sudden knock interrupted the conversation. 

-Y/N, darling, it’s about time.- Mitsunari Tokuwaga’s voice was heard across the door.

Shyly, the young lady opened the door to see her grandfather standing with a proud smile.

-You are gorgeous as always, I’m so happy you finally agreed to join the family tradition.- Small tears almost started falling from the old man’s eyes as the started walking.

Eventually, they stood by the giant stairs, and Mr Tokugawa drew the crowd’s attention to them with a loud clap.

-Dear guest, we’re all reunited here to celebrate the opening of what will be the biggest marcial arts tournament, the Maximun Tournament! And mosts importantly, my granddaugther’s joining to the family tradition! As you all know, my dear Y/N will anounce the encounters from now on. All said, please wellcome, Y/N Tokugawa!

The man’s words were followed by applauses as the girl went down the stairs. Minutes later, the party continued, and only one thing changed, everyone’s eyes were on Y/N. The girl was quickly cornered by people asking her questions and congratulating her, after half an hour, the crown finally calmed down and left her alone.

She looked around the room looking for a certain someone. She recognized some faces, the Shinogi brothers, Mr.Shibukawa, Mr.Igari, Mr. and Mrs. Orochi, and a few other figthers, but she couldn’t find him anywhere.

-Hey Y/N, what’s up?- The girl turned around to see a certain brown-haired boy.

-Baki! You’re also here! Do you know...

-He’s outside.- She was cut off by the teasing voice of the teenager. He knew her well, she was like a big sister to him, he knew all her secrets, and he also knew who she was searching for.

-Thanks Baki, you really are the best.- She responded hugging him tigthly before sneaking to the garden.

And there he was, black hair, confident posture and a charming smile on his face, god was he handsome. The one and only Katsumi Orochi, her best friend and the boy he has loved all her life. 

She still remembers when they first met.

...

At that time, both of them were 5. Her grandfather took her to the Orochi's house, apparently there was a new member of the family. They arrived to see Mr. Orochi standing by the door, Doppo greeted them with a smile and invited them in. She was about to say hi to Natsue when suddenly, a black haired boy appeared behind her. He was pretty tall and already had some muscles, he wasn't a normal 5 years old boy.

-Y/N, Mitsunari, I'd like to introduce you to Katsumi, our recently adopted son.- Said Doppo.

Since that day, they became inseparable.

...

-HELLO! EARTH CALLING Y/N!- Katsumi's voice brought her out of her thoughts. She hadn't noticed how she had been staring at him the whole time.

-I knew you would eventually get overwhelmed and come here.- Sighted the young man.- You look... really nice.

The girl felt flattered yet a little disappointed, deep in her heart she wanted him to tell her she looked beautiful, not just "nice".

-You know, I really appreciate the fact that you're here, I was starting to feel even more anxious with all those people looking at me.

Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by Tokugawa's voice being heard from inside.

-Now please pay attention to my dear Y/N, who has prepared a speech to inaugurate the new tournament!

OH SHIT. THE SPEECH.

Yes, she had completely forgotten about it, great way of making the first impression to hundreds of people Y/N.

-Katsumi.- She said looking at the young man beside her.- Take me out of here.

-You don't need to say it twice.- He responded before picking her up in bridal style and jumping through the fence, running away from the party.

Soon, the Katsumi stopped running and left Y/N on the ground, then they began walking calmly through the streets. Of course, people stared at them, I mean, who wouldn't stare if they saw a man in a Tuxedo accompanying a woman with a ball gown. They didn't mind people staring, until...

-Look, mommy! A princess!- Screamed a little girl to her mother.- Hey miss princess! Where is your crown?

Y/N was about to tell the truth but the illusion on the girl's face prevented it.

-Oh! My crown! You're right! I must have forgotten it at the castle!-She said before looking at the girl's mother with an accomplice smile.

-I see...- Said the little one.- Hey, is that your prince?

Katsumi's face went red for an instant, but he decided to play along.

-Of course! I saved her from a 100 men army!- He said while placing a confident hand on her waist.

-Excuse me, can my daughter take a photo with you two?- Said the mother.

-Of course!- Y/N responded before her "prince" could say anything

Katsumi held the little girl in his arms, and after taking the photo, the kid and her mother continued with their walk.

-You know my grandfather is going to be super angry at us, right? Will you be as brave as you now when you have to take responsibility?

-To have you as my princess? I will be the bravest.

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When The Smoke Clears

F! Reader X Katsumi Orochi

What’s this?! A Katsumi fic where he is the central focus and has all your love without anyone trying to fuck with your relationship?! It’s more likely than you think. (☞⌐▀͡ ͜ʖ͡▀ )☞

I had forgotten I had written it until I was looking over some old drafts that I started forever ago and never finished. I unearthed this little number that I vaguely remember writing in a fit of passion after originally reading Katsumi’s fight with Pickle. It may be my favorite Baki fight thus far and filled me with all the emotions, so this was born from that lol. And now that the anime released, what a perfect time to finish and post it! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧) Thanks past me and my horrible memory! :D

That being said, since it deals with post battle bullshit, it is a little angsty and you do pop off on Katsumi a little bit in this one. But other than that I just wanted to make something on the sweeter side for our dear boy. He deserves all the love and affection, dammit! 😤 I made it a bit mushy and maybe Katsumi is sorta OOC but to be honest… August has been dreadful and I think I needed it that way to keep me from completely losing it. ^^;

I hope you all enjoy~!

Warnings: Mentions of violence/gore, spoilers up through the Pickle fight w/Katsumi, some language, white lies, you are mean to Katsumi for a lil tiny bit but it’s just cause you are worried. :<

Katsumi Orochi has always been a horrible liar.

He would slightly scrunch his nose when eating something he disliked, while telling the chef he thought it was delicious. His face would noticeably tighten whenever someone was annoying him, even though he acted like they weren’t a bother at all. His shoulders would sag when he didn’t meet his daily goal, though he’d shrug it off and act like it was no big deal.  When he hadn’t done as well as he had hoped during a tournament placing, he’d always don a bright smile and laugh it off by saying there was always time to improve.

Maybe those excuses worked on other people, but you knew him far too well for them to fool you. Katsumi knew you could see right through him and that any attempts at concealing his true feelings were pointless. So it was only in the privacy of your shared home that he let his guard down, letting you truly experience how his self-perceived short comings broke him down.

These moments of self-doubt seemed to be happening more frequently in the past few weeks, specifically since news of Pickle hit the general population. Pickle’s arrival stirred something in the fighters of Shinshinkai Dojo, and try as he might to convince you otherwise, Katsumi was not exempt from this excitement. He always was a cocky man, often times too arrogant for his own good, and the thrill of besting a beast like Pickle was a siren song he could not ignore.

However his cocksure attitude and the exuberance he had for fighting was a double edged sword, often also being the instigator of the ruts he would find himself in. Through his life he had garnered a fair mix of friends and enemies alike- Admirers who were rooting for him and despisers who were praying for his downfall, all inexorably drawn to his proud aura. It wasn’t until Retsu had easily defeated him in the Maximum tournament that a major change sparked within Katsumi. Though admittedly for the better (nothing opens your eyes to your own faults quite like getting your ass handed to you), the total thrashing he had received at the hands of his friend opened his eyes to what was stunting him previously. It was a hard lesson to learn, but a necessary one to shape him into the man he is now.

But the entirety of his doubt would not be quelled so easily, and it remained festering in his heart to this day. The challenge Pickle posed excited him, but also daunted him. The conflicting feelings irritated him, igniting him with the desire to attack, but fettering him from doing so.

When he got like this, no one experienced his lows and frustrations quite like you did. Katsumi’s anger and disappointment at his own limitations had a way of pouring out of him and spilling into you, making his torment become your own. In public it was so easy to get thrown off by his nonchalance and easy smile, his gusto so great that even if you were able to pick up on the turmoil that lied beneath it, it was easy for him to get you to believe he was OK and move on. 

But when you were alone at night and he was lying in your arms, lulled to sleep by the caress of your hand, it broke your heart to hear his whispered apologies. That he could be better and WOULD be better for you. Your gentle assurances that he was already your hero, that you loved him and no amount of losses or wins would change that, always seemed to fall on deaf ears. It ate you up inside to hear him speak so badly of himself. Since day one you had been his most ardent supporter, whatever flaws or negative self-critiques he had that he believed were imposing on your life were purely in his head.

How many times had you told him his feelings of inadequacy as a lover and provider to you were all nothing more than cruel lies his own brain concocted? You wished he would believe you, get it through his thick skull so that he could have one less thing to fret over. All you ever asked or expected of Katsumi was his love and honesty, and those you had unconditionally.

At least, you had until this morning.

Though usually an early riser, he got up sooner than normal, dressed and ready at the very crack of dawn. Smiling down on you as the sun was just beginning to peek through your bedroom window, he brushed your hair away from your sleep ridden face. He was typically eager to get up and go, but today he lingered in your presence, peppering your face and head with soft kisses. Taking full advantage of your barely woken state to express his love, it both warmed your heart and confused you. Katsumi was well aware you could be quite the grump in the morning so he usually avoided giving you too much attention too early, concerned that he may fully wake and irritate you. His slightly obtrusive presence was out of character, and you couldn’t help but be further roused by it.

“I’m leaving a bit early today love,” his whisper tickled your ear, causing you to hunch your shoulders. He chuckled, placing one more kiss on your temple. “…Thank you for sticking by my side. You deserve only happiness throughout your life.”

In your sleepy haze you almost felt you had dreamed his words, but as you squinted at him in the bedroom doorway, the look on his face filled you with concern. He kept his eyes trained on you, staring at you as if they were looking at something very far away. They held a wistful glimmer typically reserved only for painful goodbyes, and paired with the crooked smile on his lips, you couldn’t help feeling that if you let Katsumi leave now, you would regret it the rest of your life.

“Katsu?” You slowly pushed yourself up into a seated position, rubbing the grogginess from your eyes in the process. “Where are you going this early?”

When you turned your full attention back to the door, he was gone.

You dragged yourself out of bed, calling out for him as you padded around the entire apartment. Your cries remained unanswered, as did calls and texts to his cell phone, which made sense when you discovered he had left his phone discarded on the kitchen table.

Seating yourself at the table, you rested your chin in your palm, eying his phone with trepidation. Katsumi wasn’t one of those people who were glued to their phone, if anything he griped at you for how much time you spent on yours. But still, to leave so abruptly, without any means to contact him directly and little explanation to where he was headed… It wasn’t like Katsumi at all.

Distantly, you heard the TV in the background. You must have forgotten to turn it off before you headed to bed yesterday, the volume just quiet enough to blend in as background noise. The usually obnoxious banter of the morning news came as a welcome change today, the sound of other voices keeping you from feeling totally abandoned.  Your eyes flicked to the screen, a ‘breaking story’ about Pickle the hot topic again this morning.

You hadn’t been too keen on the Pickle hype from the get go. You understood it, sure. It was extremely exciting to discover such an intact specimen of humanity from a time when dinosaurs walked the earth, and even more astounding that they were able to revive him, get him up walking and interacting with people and his environment. You were just as tuned in as the rest of the planet, intrigued to hear what breakthroughs and discoveries come from reanimating this prehistoric man.

At the same time however, you couldn’t help feel disgusted over what a media circus his awakening had caused. From the initial live on air assault of that female reporter, to the subsequent late night talk shows hosting a multitude of specials on the moral standpoint of his existence, it all felt dirty to you. You couldn’t help but feel bad for Pickle in most instances. Alone in a foreign world he didn’t understand, surrounded by swarms of people requesting things of him he couldn’t comprehend, it must be an incredibly bewildering and lonely life. You felt equally bad for the people he unintentionally hurt, damaged (sometimes irrevocably) by simply coming in contact with someone so feral.

And that is what put you off about Pickle the most, was how dangerous he was.

Not that he was a direct threat to you, per se, but as soon as news of him hit the media, the entire dojo was abuzz. He was all anyone could seem to talk about or focus on. His strength, his combat style, what it would feel like to fight him. The conversations reminded you of children on the playground coming up with pretend battle scenarios with their friends, their eyes lighting up as they discussed it during warm ups and spars. The first of the group to be truly captivated was Retsu, which took you by surprise. Retsu is one of the most disciplined men you know, so to see him become so single mindedly obsessed over one fight with a single opponent was disconcerting to you.

Curiosity was expected, but all-encompassing obsession could drive people to do unfortunate things, and that was the mindset that encompassed the men around you.

You weren’t thrilled when you learned a whole squad of fighters (Retsu, Katsumi and Doppo amongst them) had broken into a heavily monitored government facility just to come in contact with Pickle, especially when you found out the extent of their plan was ‘get in, find Pickle, fight’. You and Natsue made sure to give them all an earful they weren’t soon to forget when they returned.

You had a hard time comprehending their thought process. Was it worth risking getting arrested for potentially the rest of your life for the chance to battle one person? They all turned rather sheepish under your scolding, but their unified response only boiled down to ‘you just wouldn’t understand.’ You didn’t deny this; there was plenty in the world of fighting you had a hard time empathizing with. But that sentiment could go both ways, because you were positive they couldn’t begin to fathom the myriad of emotions that flowed through you as you watched their walk of shame back to the dojo, knowing  that should it come down to it, they left ready to die at Pickle’s hands. Did they even consider how their loss may affect the people around them, or was the appeal of a once in a lifetime battle so strong that they didn’t care?

You were no fan of Yujiro Hanma, but in this instance you were thankful he was able to get your boys home without further incident.

Alas, things only got worse after Retsu orchestrated the first battle against Pickle. At the time you were not privy to it happening, most likely because Retsu knew just how against the idea you would be and how much it would hurt you to know he was going to participate anyway.

Nothing could quite prepare you for seeing him in that hospital bed, leg half missing and shoulder torn to shreds. Retsu was one of your best friends, undoubtedly one of the strongest and most capable people you know. To see him reduced to a prone state, covered in bandages, chunks of his body missing… You were surprised you were able to hold your tears until you left the room.

Before even leaving the hospital, you had made Katsumi swear to you that he would stay away from Pickle. That whatever devil was sitting on his shoulder, whispering in his ear to go fight that monster of a man, was ignored from here on out. He had looked you in the eye, earnestly promising you he would stay away from Pickle. You had his word.

But now you feared it was all just idle chatter.

You wanted to have faith, and forced yourself to give Katsumi some time. Maybe he just went out for a jog, or had to run an early errand before going to the dojo? Surely you were blowing this whole thing out of proportion and only assuming the worst.

But the longer you waited, the more your anxiety mounted. You only lasted an hour before you started to make calls.

Doppo, Retsu, Baki, you even grew desperate and tried Katou-none of them answered your call. After a few attempts you were able to get through to Natsue, but she offered very little in the form of comfort, only telling you in a rushed tone that she had been in contact with Katsumi briefly and all was well, before saying she needed to go and disconnecting the call.

The hours that ticked by were maddening. The wait got so overbearing that you eventually decided to go to Shinshinkai to seek answers on your own. If no one would respond to you, you would just have to go to them and force answers from them yourself.

But to your great surprise when you had arrived to the dojo, you found it closed. Locked up and void of any inhabitants, you were dazed. Never before had you ever seen the dojo completely closed and locked up, with nary a soul in sight. Sure, there were holidays and week days where attendance was waning, but the building itself was never fully uninhabited. In fact, some people where there so often it felt like they practically lived there.

However as dumbfounding as it was, it did not change the fact that the Dojo was in fact closed for the day. There wasn’t even a sign on the door explaining why, and when you cupped your hands against the window for a better look inside, you were met with empty dark halls as far as the eye could see.

The building loomed over you, cold and barren as it mocked your attempt at clarification. Planting yourself on the front steps, you buried your face in your hands.  Completely discouraged, the dreadful, creeping realization that Katsumi had gone against his vow over took you. Though you could come to no other conclusion, your mind still struggled to come to terms with it. Did he really go after Pickle? Would he put himself in danger like that and not tell you? Heaviness had settled on your soul, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

… What if Katsumi never returned home?

As if triggered by that horrid thought, your phone began to noisily ring, cutting the tension with its piercing jingle. Fumbling as you fished the phone from your pocket, the screen lit up to show the caller was Retsu.

“Retsu,” Your hurried voice answered before he could greet you, “Where’s Katsumi?”

Save for some background noises you could not decipher, there was silence on the other end. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the hand holding your phone shaking so bad you were worried you may drop the damn thing. After several agonizingly long seconds passed, Retsu let out a heavy sigh.

“He’s at the Ebara memorial hospital,” his voice sounded strained, like he dreaded telling you the news, “We all are. He’s in private room 309 in the ICU. Please come when you can.”

Your body turned to ice at the revelation. Your hand sprang to cover your mouth, muffling the sob that was desperate to come out.

“… (Name),” Retsu questioned on the other end, his voice much softer than previously, “… He’s beat up, but he’s OK. Please, take deep breaths and be safe getting here. The last thing any of us want is you getting into an accident and hurting yourself over this.”

You released a shaky breath, forcing yourself to calm down, “Thank you, Retsu. Tell Katsumi I’ll be there soon.”

~

You had spent the whole cab ride there mentally readying yourself for what awaited you. Was Katsumi in a coma, could he talk? What if he was hurt so badly you couldn’t recognize him? What if he was beaten so intensely he had become a vegetable? You tried to quell your concerns with Retsu’s reassuring words, but your anxiety kept winning out in the end. ‘OK’ was not the descriptor you were looking for, you wanted to hear that Katsumi was safe and in one piece, up and functioning. You wanted an explanation about the lack of communication- reassurance that it was just some big misunderstanding and he was sorry to make you worry.

But that was just your desire speaking, and the reality of the situation was that he truly had broken a promise to you and got himself hurt in the process, bad enough to be in an ICU in god knows what condition.  Tears stung your eyes as you forced yourself to breath, focus on the fact that Katsumi was alive and being cared for, that he was no longer in danger. But even the relief those facts brought was diminished in your heart, overshadowed by the immense pain you felt over his betrayal and what state you may discover him in.

When you arrived at the hospital, Retsu greeted you in the entrance lobby. His eyes were serious, but a tired smile graced his lips when he saw you rush through the door. As he led you to Katsumi’s room he did his best to try and soothe you, telling you that Katsumi was awake and alert, heavily drugged so that his pain was nearly nonexistent. You only half listened, nodding every now and again to let Retsu know you heard him, even if the words weren’t truly absorbing. Your sole focus was getting to Katsumi, seeing with your own two eyes that he was as alive and well as Retsu was stating he was.

Just as you had reached the door to Katsumi’s room, Retsu halted you from going any further. Shooting him a look, he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I know you are upset,” his words were deliberate, his eyes fixed on yours as he spoke calmly, “And you have every right to be. We kept this fight from you to protect you, but I now see that even with our best intention, that has done more harm than good.  Just please understand (Name)… You are the most important person to Katsumi. He did not do this to cause you any misery or strife. I know I may have no right to ask this, but try not to be too hard on him.”

You gave Retsu a quick nod, steeling yourself as you focused your attention back to the door, “Please, let me see him.”

When the door was pushed open, a rush of emotions washed over you. Frozen in the entryway, words could not describe the consolation you felt seeing him sitting up in the hospital bed, his eyes lighting up in recognition as they passed over you. Your body began to shake, overcome with relief to see him breathing and attentive, elation coursing through you so fiercely you felt lightheaded. Another wave of happiness overtook you when he smiled at you, bright and full of love, the frigid grip of fear instantly began to loosen its hold on your heart.

But when you took in the rest of him, your joy began to waver. He was covered from head to toe in wounds, vicious purple and black bruising marring his pale flesh, cuts and scrapes painting him in strokes of vibrant red. And that was just the areas you could see-A vast majority of his body was wrapped up in bandages, as if someone was trying to mummify him while still alive, giving him a very macabre essence.

The most shocking however was the notable absence of his right arm. Despite the discourteousness you exhibited by staring at such an injury, you couldn’t look away. Katsumi noticed you honing in on it, his smile weakening at the concern reflecting in your eyes. He looked abashed, like a child caught by their mother after doing something they knew they shouldn’t have. He shifted his body slightly as if to try and hide the missing limb, growing increasingly bothered over how it was unsettling you.

“Hi baby. I’m glad you came.”

His words broke your spell, and you rushed to his side, stopping just as you reached the bed. You wanted desperately to fling your arms around his neck, pull him close to you and feel his warmth, experience firsthand the life force that thrummed through him. But you stopped yourself from doing so, partially out of fear of hurting him, but more so over just how jarring he looked close up. You were sure the doctors did all they could to clean him up, but blood still seeped through his bandages, irritated flesh held together by countless stitches made him look far too corpse like for your liking. His eyes seemed so tired, and you had a hard time discerning if the heavy bags and dark shadows that rested beneath them were due to exhaustion or were another lesion from the fight.

Tears began to pour from your eyes, coming in a violent downpour. Your breathing grew labored as you wept, your hands balling into tight fists at your side.

“Katsumi…”

His name came out strained, and his shoulders tensed as he watched you cry. You saw his right shoulder quiver, a deep frown immediately engulfing his face. He must have tried to reach out to you with his phantom limb, his body not yet use to its absence. But the reminder of what he had lost didn’t upset him nearly as much as your tears did.

“(Name)-“

“Shut up!”

You cut him off, a look of surprise flashing across his features over the bite in your voice. Your anger startled you as well-it had consumed you in a flash, leaving you with no choice but to ride it out and voice the worst of the pain you were feeling. Distressed, garbled words began to spill from your lips in an exasperated tirade, a culmination of all the frustration you had felt up to this point.

“What the hell is wrong with you,” your voice wavered, tears so heavy you could barely make out the man by your side, “Why did you do this Katsumi?! You promised me you would stay away from Pickle! You PROMISED me you wouldn’t fight him! Do you know how fucking scared I was when you left this morning? Do you know how horrible it felt not being able to get ahold of anyone for answers, how shitty it was to be left clueless? I thought you were dead Katsu! I thought I may lose you forever and I spent this entire day broken over the thought that I would have to live the rest of this life without you in it!”

Your hands wiped roughly at your eyes, trying in vain to clear the mucus and tears from your reddened face. Katsumi opened his mouth to respond, but thought better of it, letting you continue your vent uninterrupted.

“Was it worth it? Fighting Pickle, losing a limb and nearly your life, driving me to the brink of heartbreak? Did it scratch your itch? Do you feel better now? I just don’t get it, wasn’t it enough to see what was done to Retsu, or were you really so blinded with stupid levels of machismo that you felt you were untouchable? What would have happened if you actually died? How do you think Doppo and Natsue would have felt, or all the people in the dojo? What would I have ever done without you? If I lost you, I wouldn’t even want to live anymore you dumbass idiot! This whole thing is so fucking stupid!”

For a short time, the only sound that could be heard in the room was your muffled cries. Retsu had long since left, leaving you and Katsumi alone to wallow in your oppressive grief. Slowly, your tears began to die down, shrinking down from a raging torrent to small sniffles and hiccups. After sufficient time was given to collect yourself, Katsumi quietly addressed you.

“… (Name)?”

You looked up at him, slightly embarrassed now that your passionate explosion had died down. He took a deep breath before continuing, turning his full attention your way.

“I’m not expecting you to understand why I did this,” His words came out like a caress, gentle and kind, matching the sincere look he held in his eyes, “Honestly, I am not sure I completely understand it myself. What you said is correct; I did this for my own selfish reasons. I single mindedly went after Pickle to test myself, to prove that I could take him on, and out of fear of missing out on a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

He took a deep breath before continuing, “Though you may hate to hear it, I don’t regret this fight at all, even with the lasting damage it did to my body. But what I do regret is how this has impacted you, and I realize now the way I went about this in regards to you was all wrong. I should have never hidden my intentions, I was just so afraid of upsetting you that I convinced myself that this was the best way to handle it. You know me, I guess I had to take the hard path to find out just how wrong I was.”  He gave a forlorn chuckle.

“I never want to hurt you. I never want to make you cry. The moment you became mine I vowed to keep you happy and smiling, but I broke that vow and went against my promise to you. You have every right to be mad, and I understand if you stay mad at me for a while, but I want you to know this. I only took on Pickle because I earnestly believed I had a chance at beating him, and I only believed I had a chance of winning because of how strong I have become.”

A wide smile spread over his face as he beamed at you, his eyes softening as he held your gaze.

“I am only this strong largely thanks to you, (Name),” He averted his eyes, a small blush gracing his cheeks as he continued, “Without your ceaseless support and steadfast love and commitment, I would have never made it this far. You give me strength, and each victory I claim is just as much yours as it is my own. I love you with all that I am, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone tear me away from you prematurely, be it caveman or otherwise.”

He laughed a bit, returning his focus back your way, “So please, stop crying baby. I’m here, and I don’t intend on going anywhere anytime soon.”

The warmth in his voice caused a fresh bout of tears to cloud your vision. You looked at your feet, unable to stand the pious endearment he was heaping upon you.

“I’m sorry,” your voice broke, your hands going to cover your face in embarrassment, “I’m sorry I yelled at you Katsu. I said horrible things to you that I didn’t mean, I was just so worried I couldn’t stand it…”

As your voice trailed off, you felt his hand rest softly atop your head. Pulling your attention back his way, you stared at his radiant smile through your fingers, butterflies flitting through your stomach as your eyes drank him in.

“No, I’m glad you can be honest with me. Sometimes I need someone to give me a verbal lashing to bring me back down to earth,” he chuckled, shooting you a worn out smirk, “And besides, you’re right, it is stupid. Though I did consider your feelings, I let my own overcloud my better judgment. I should have never kept you in the dark. I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you like this.”

He leaned over, placing his wrapped hand on your wet cheek, wiping away any tears that lingered. Slowly, he guided your face towards his until your foreheads were touching.

“Thank you for loving an idiot like me,” He murmured, tears dotting his own eyes as they gazed at you tenderly, “I’ll never betray your trust again, you have my word.”

Unable to stand it any longer, you flung your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace, gingerly stroking his hair and face as you cried out the last of your sorrow. He in turn buried his face into your chest, whispering words of love and thanks as if he were chanting a spell to help drive away your residual woes.

Seconds turned into minutes as you held each other. After an indiscriminate amount of time had passed your tears had been quelled, and an air of peace replaced the stagnant feeling of the once oppressive hospital room. Katsumi listened to your heart beat, sighing happily as he lost himself in your hold. You smiled down at him, kissing the crown of his head softly.

“Now that you scratched that itch, which do you prefer,” you asked teasingly, a sly smile taking over your face, “Pickle’s hold, or mine? If you answer incorrectly here I am going to use your weakened state to my advantage and kick your ass.”

Katsumi laughed loudly, pulling away till he was looking up at you, “Are you threatening a wounded man right now? And here I thought you were a sweet, gentle girl…”

“Only to nice people,” you flicked his forehead playfully, “Not mean people, like you. It’s going to take quite a bit to make this up to me, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” He cocked his brow, “Why not shoot me some ideas. Whatever it is to get back in my lady loves good graces, I’m all ears.”

“Hmm,” you mused, finger tapping your cheek, “How about setting up a fight for me? Pickle has pissed me off sufficiently by hurting not just my friends, but now also the love of my life. I think I have enough rage built up in me that I can finish the job you all started, don’t you agree?”

Another laugh, “As much as I would love to see that, I want you as far away from Pickle as possible, thank you. If that man laid his hands on you in any capacity I would be forced to break my promise and go after him again, understand? I think we both lose in that scenario.”

“You’re right,” you sighed dramatically, sitting yourself down on a seat beside his bed, “Well, I will think of something. But in the meantime, the only request I make is that you let me stay by your side, at least until you are back to full health. I’ve had more than my share of anxiety attacks today alone, so I would feel much better if you let me oversee your healing.”

He shot you a suggestive look, a smirk ghosting his lips. “What a coincidence, I was hoping for a hot stay at home nurse to be on standby should I need any assistance.”

“You’re pushing your luck,” you held back a laugh, but couldn’t stop the smile that overtook your face, “I will let your suggestive comment slide this time because I am feeling benevolent, but if you don’t take your healing seriously you are going to be in a world of trouble, understood?”

He leaned back in the bed, a thoughtful expression engulfing his face as he closed his eyes, “I hear you loud and clear and leave myself in your capable hands.”

You stood up, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his lips, one that he reciprocated with a pleased hum. “I love you, Katsumi.”

“Love you too,” he kissed you again, smiling against your lips as he tugged you closer, “And I’ll make sure you never doubt that for the rest of our lives.”

[mothwingwritings]

A & D for Katsumi Orochi 💕

How did I know you were going to pick Katsumi? ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀)

Warnings: Yandere, very brief mentions of noncon, self-harm, and imprisonment (if you squint).

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I feel like Katsumi would be all about making your relationship seem as normal as possible, even though it’s anything but. So he shows his love for you in all the classic ways, like holding your hand when you go out together, or surprising you with small gifts and flowers whenever he comes home. He love to cradle you and kiss you any chance he gets, trying his best not to let it get to him when you try and squirm your way out of his grip, or make a face when his lips collide with your cheek.

To any outsider you look like a normal happy couple, and he likes it that way. It gives him a sense of normalcy, makes it easier to convince himself his ardent feelings for you are pure and natural. His strong desire to keep you by his side at all times, never letting you out of his sight or away from your home without his company, are to be expected-it’s what any good boyfriend would do. If he weren’t there to watch over you who knows what could become of defenseless, sweet, naive you? Really, it's lucky you have such a devoted and protective lover.

Katsumi is a perpetually lovesick puppy around you. The intensity of his affections never wavers, making you feel like a cornered mouse. His overwhelming presence is unbearable, but you are too scared of what he might do if you try and escape or deny him to actually attempt leaving. You sometimes wonder if the people around you can pick up on it, if strangers can tell how constraining his grip is by the grimace on your face, or know how suffocating his company is by how you try and pull away from him. Could anyone ever know just how uncomfortable his seemingly well intentioned little tokens of affection make you feel? It’s as if he is using them as means to keep you indebted to him instead of as a gift directly from his heart, and in a way you know that they are. Katsumi knows you, knows what a sweetheart and people pleaser you are, so he also knows you wouldn’t dream of turning your nose to a heartfelt gift from a man who loves you, right? Of course not, so just keep taking them with that pretty smile on your face, all he asks for in return is your unwavering gratitude (and well, maybe a kiss too).

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He is definitely not above forcing you to do things against your will, but he really prefers not to. Despite how misguided it is, he truly does love you, and his dream in life is for you to reciprocate that love just as naturally. As such, he hates having to force you to do things because it reminds him that you are with him against your will, that you don’t harbor the same all-encompassing feelings that he has for you. He wants your relationship to be seamless, and he dreams of making the happy façade the outside world sees your reality. He’ll do whatever he can to placate you when you get upset, but he has his limits. If you spend too much time being standoffish or avoiding him he will eventually snap, smothering you and forcing you to give him attention whether you want to or not.

 He’ll beat himself up after these moments of weakness, especially if he takes it too far and ends up hurting you during the tryst. He makes sure to give you space afterwards, he already knows you harbor contempt for him and fears that pushing you too far too often will only make those feelings grow, which is not his intention.

Other than the occasional uncontrollable moment of heated passion, I only feel like he would force you to do something if it was for your own health. If you stopped caring for yourself, or were ever in a position where you may cause yourself harm, he would not hesitate to force you to eat or take your meds, physically overpower you if he ever caught you trying to hurt yourself to get you to stop. Otherwise, he stays in his lane and hopes that all his lovey-dovey desires for the future come to fruition, and that someday soon you are struck by cupid’s arrow. Then you can both have a good laugh over how stubborn you used to be, the ridiculousness of it all nothing but a comedic side note of the past. :)

[mothwingwritings]

Why The Baki Men Love You, Feat. Baki, Katsumi, Hanayama, Biscuit, Yujiro, Jack, Doppo, Retsu, And Musashi <3

Here’s just a silly little thing I wrote in between working on bigger stuff. I was feeling sappy and wanted to write something with a bit of a lovey-dovey flair. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ The Baki men love you for loads of reasons, but I wanted to pin point some of their more personalized reasons for loving you. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ I hope you enjoy!

(Also I have so many responses and questions that I need to answer, I apologize that it takes me 5-7 business days or longer to reply to basically anything. (´∀｀；) Thank you all for being kind and lovely and patient and talking to me, I will be getting to those soon! (シ_ _)シ)

WARNINGS: None really, it’s all pretty fluffy. The editing is probs ass though because I did sorta whip through this, so there is that. (ノωヽ)

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ﾟ。 Baki-Love

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That’s all he’s truly looking for in a partner, really. Someone who unequivocally loves him without him having to prove himself in some way was the dream, and through you he was able to achieve that dream. Back when you first met you had welcomed him into your life so readily, arms open and heart bared- there were no caveats or stipulations to your love. His upbringing lacked tenderness, a sense of family something that was sorely missing from his life as a small child. He yearned for the feeling of a warm home, a caring family, and he has found that in you. For this he treasures you, and loves you more than he could ever say. He’s completely devoted to you, his love and adorable boundless, and he plans on spending the rest of his life reciprocating the affection you have so selflessly provided him.  <3

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ﾟ。 Katsumi-Support

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It hasn’t been an easy road for the inheritor of the Orochi legacy. His young life has been full of as many defeats as it has victories, possibly even more so. He’s no strange to intense moments of frustration, so overpowering he loses control of himself. But when he hears your voice cheering him on, or when he I sat his limit and feels your steady hand on his back, he’s filled with such confidence he feels like he could take on the whole damn world and win. Simply seeing your face in the crowd, eyes bright and smile full of hope, fills him with a sense of certitude that he can’t achieve anywhere else. You are his lucky charm, his courage, his entire heart. He could spend his whole life thanking you and telling him how much you mean to him and still not be able to convey how much he adores you. <3

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ﾟ。 Hanayama-Understanding

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Kaoru is a busy man with a lot of responsibilities. It’s hard for him to find time for a relationship, let alone find someone who is willing to put up with all the red tape that comes with being his lover. But to you, it was never a huge issue. You had the patience of a saint, never once pouting or putting up a fuss when he couldn’t end up keeping promises to you. He knew it upset you, knew that you often felt lonely when he had to leave you behind. But you always smiled so brightly the next time you saw him, never cursing him or giving him the cold shoulder, just thrilled that he returned safely to your side. Any grievances you may have felt were completely overcome by your happiness to see him again, and witnessing that joy light up your face never failed to warm his heart. Many people respected him, pledging their lives to him, awarding him their earnest devotion. But your love was different, much sweeter and tinged with a kindness he had never previously experienced. His love for you was boundless, and even with all your empathy, he would make any negligence up to you tenfold the moment he returns-always. <3

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ﾟ。 Biscuit-Affection  

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Biscuit’s romantic obsession began when he got to know you, but truly blossomed once you began to reciprocate his feelings. He remembers very vividly the moment you became officially his-holding you in his arms as he sang your praises, practically begging you to become his partner, he expected you to be overwhelmed, maybe even somewhat annoyed. But when he nervously peeked over at you and saw that you were looking up at him with those big, love-struck, doe eyes, his heart nearly exploded. He lives for your praise, yearns for your touch, melts in your presence, and when he sees his presence has a similar effect on you it makes his heart beat so rapidly it may just rip out of his chest. To love someone so incredible, and be loved back in turn, is all he has ever dreamed of.  This man is absolutely head over heels for you, and his affections will only grow the longer you remain his. <3

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ﾟ。 Yujiro-Entertainment

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Maybe it’s not the standard definition of love, but there is definitely something about you that caught the ogre’s eye and kept him intrigued. The way you move, talk, think, act- all of it is so interesting to him. Your reactions and thought processes so far removed from how he would respond to a situation that he can’t help but be intrigued. What would you say if he told you this? How would you respond if this occurred? Silly thoughts like this plague his mind, eating away at him so much he’s halfway tempted to hunt you down so he can answer his own questions and move on. But even if he finds his infatuation asinine, his focus always seems to be drawn back to you. It’s ridiculous, and he can’t quite sort out why he cares so much, but your magnetic charm definitely has an effect on him. It pisses him off and amuses him in equal measure. Where you fit in his life is an enigma, but it’s one he’s happy to grapple with. The paradox of your company has held his interest much longer than he ever imagined it would, and he intends to ride that out as long as he’s able.  That certain je ne sais quo you have about you is what keeps him coming back for more. <3

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ﾟ。 Jack-Strength

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Not necessarily physical strength (though he loves that too), but what really got him was your emotional fortitude. He’s seen you get through situations that would make lesser people roll over and quit, watched you handle problems that would make even the toughest of people second guess themselves and break down. But you always pull through, no matter what situation you are faced with. You may cry, you may scream, you may kick and thrash and question the trial you are going through… But you always make it through and come out the victor. He draws strength from you, admiring you greatly for all you have struggled to achieve. You are an inspiration to him, and he loves you more than he thought he could ever possibly love another. He just wants you to know you never have to struggle alone again, your burdens are his, and he’s happy to shoulder them with you. <3

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ﾟ。 Doppo-Morals

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It’s not that you were squeaky clean (and he wouldn’t necessarily want you that way, either), but there is a conviction about you that he can’t help but be attracted to. You stand up for what you believe in and don’t mince your words. Even if you are facing your opposition with a shaky voice, tears in your eyes, legs wobbling so bad you can barely stand… You still make you stand. It’s inspiring to him, and has made him so fond of you that he has vowed to never leave you fighting on your own. Maybe you don’t see yourself as particularly brave or outstanding, but Doppo begs to differ. You are an incredibly strong willed person who will put up a fight for their beliefs, and you have his full love and support each step of the way. <3

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ﾟ。 Retsu-Sincerity

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Retsu himself is a very earnest person, and like attracts like. From the moment he met you, he was taken with how authentic you were. You didn’t have a disingenuous bone in your body, responding to people and situations in such a heartfelt and unfeigned way he couldn’t help but fall hard and fast. Everything you did was so profound. Your actions, words, and emotions, were all so beautiful to him. You spilled your heart to the world, never fearing any backlash or mockery. He deeply admires how you wear your heart on your sleeve, facing the challenges of each day with a clear head and a caring heart. He knew you could hold your own, but he always wants to be near you so that he may protect and support you through anything life may throw your way. Your natural candor never ceases to stir him, motivating and influencing to be a better man. <3

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ﾟ。 Musashi-Respect

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When Musashi was revived, he was born into a whole new world. It was unrecognizable, foreign and distant, and he often felt as if he were just a phantom passing through. Just as in his previous life, people are star struck when they see him, vying to meet and speak with him, eager to challenge him. But it’s all a farce, a mockery of the past when warriors presented themselves to him for an honest battle, not some spectacle born out of misunderstanding and underestimation of him. It made him sick, to see how soft and ignorant mankind had become in the hundreds of years since his passing. He felt damn near ready to give up on this new humanity entirely, the notion that he may find someone he desired long term companionship in this new age laughable. That is, until he met you. From your initial meeting onward, you held him in a high regard, genuine in your esteem and admiration of him. He was quite struck by you too, as you were always polite and courteous, always indescribably beautiful. You carried yourself with a quiet dignity, having a distinct personality he found quite endearing. He was quickly ensnared by you, a warmth permeating him at finding a kindred spirit whom he felt safe sharing his heart with. The world is only destined to keep changing, but his love for you will remain everlasting. <3

[yandere-writer-momo]

Katsumi x ChildhoodBestfriend!Reader interaction (can be platonic)

Katsumi: "Do you see how small you are? If you popped out a 10 pound baby it would literally kill you"

Reader: "You're right, if it was yours the head would be huge"

Katsumi:

(Lines came from JakeWebber and TaraYummy)

🌊anon

Katsumi froze in shock, his facial expression now perplexed. A baby with him? A baby… with him? You’d want to do that?

You laughed as you held up a small yellow onesie up to him. “The little clothes are pretty cute. Tiny feet and tiny hands… Katsumi, did I break you?”

Katsumi cannot even hear you due to the rampant fantasies that began to rush into his head. What if you were pregnant with his baby? What if you were soft and young with the cutest baby bump? Would you accept being his? What if he just kissed you right this instant-

Katsumi was brought back down to earth when you chucked a stuffed bear at his head. Your face lit up with elation once he began to pay attention to you once more.

“Oh thank goodness, I thought I for sure had lost you in space.” You wrapped your arm around his and began to lead him out of the baby section. “For ignoring me and my amazing verbiage, you should buy me ice cream.”

Katsumi smiled down at you, his cheeks now flushed from the close proximity of the two of you. Even though he knew deep down that the two of you were only friends, he couldn’t help but want more.

“Of course, anything for you.”

[yandere-writer-momo]

🎃 Halloween Special 🎃

Baki Short Stories: Oppai

Katsumi Orochi in a cow onesie

Courtesy of @sasaleleeeee’s Katsumi Fan Art

“You’ve been staring an awful lot. Is there something on me?” Katsumi quirked a thick brow at you, your eyes still not leaving his muscular form. The cow onesie does his massive chest no justice seeing that Katsumi can’t even pull the zipper all the way up to conceal his smooth chest.

“No there’s nothing on you.” You hold your hands behind your back, your eyes still staring intently at him.

“Then what are you looking at?”

You point your fingers at his chest. “Those massive honkers of yours.”

Katsumi furrowed his brow and put his hands over his chest. “My… what?”

“Bazoongas. Titties. Pecs. Melons. Sir, you have a nice rack.” Katsumi is absolutely flabbergasted. He is not sure whether he should feel insulted or complimented. On one hand, you find him attractive. On the other, you’re sexualizing his chest.

But then an idea pops in his head. Maybe this is a way to get close to you? He should use it to his advantage?

“Well… would you like to touch them-“ Katsumi squealed when you suddenly squeezed his chest. Your eyes filled with stars at the feeling. “H-hey! Not so rough.”

“I’m sorry. I was momentarily possessed.” Katsumi almost whined when you pulled away just as fast as you grabbed. His eyes pleading for you to touch him once more. “I’m envious. My chest isn’t nearly as full as yours.”

“Well I think you have a nice chest.” Katsumi turned his head away, his ears a little bit pink. “You look quite soft.”

You try to hide your grin at how cute Katsumi was. The man squealed yet again when you suddenly hugged him? Your head coming up to rest between his chest, the yellow duck hoodie to your onesie fell off your head a bit from the motion.

“You’re so cute, Katsumi.” Katsumi’s face turns a bright red when you subtly motor boat him. Katsumi has the biggest crush on you and yet you tease him all the time… why were you so mean to him?

“Would you stop with my chest? I’m not a slab of beef.”

“Katsumi. You’re literally dressed up like a cow.”

[yandere-writer-momo]

Can you please do a situation where kusum I finds Doyle under the bed after y/n and had sex

I talked about Doyle being absolutely down bad for (your name) when he first met her even though she’s Katsumi’s girlfriend but I’m going to take it to a whole new level with a short story.

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

The Spectator

Katsumi catching Doyle being a weirdo 🌶️

Minors DNI. Creepy behavior

Afab reader

Hector Doyle knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way for (your name) but he did. How could he not! She was so sweet to him and she always fed him whenever he dropped by Katsumi and Retsu’s place… not to mention how beautiful (your name) looked in her skirts… it was so hard for Doyle not to pounce on her. Doyle was just afraid of Katsumi jumping him.

He loved (your name) so much and she didn’t even notice… he hated his feelings go unreciprocated… it’s why he began to steal from her. Doyle knew he couldn’t have (your name) since she was dating Katsumi and it’s the only way he could calm down his feelings! He swore he wasn’t trying to be weird.

It was little trinkets at first. Belongings she wouldn’t even notice were missing! Hair ties she left thrown around, a plastic spoon she used for an ice cream date with Katsumi, and even some toe nail clippings… but it wasn’t enough. Doyle needed more!

His obsession only began to spiral from there. Soon he was painting his nails the same color as (your name)’s so it would feel like he was matching with her! Like he was in a relationship with her!

Doyle was cleaning out (your name)’s brush and savoring every tiny hair from it so he could turn them into a bracelet. One little piece of her closer to his heart! Sometimes he could smell her shampoo on it… just the thought of that made his pants tighten… how exhilarating.

Doyle was also fond of wearing (your name)‘s clothes. It must’ve been fate that he could fit into her heels… would she want to dress up with him? Or how about she lets him pick out an outfit for her? Doyle was sure he could pick out something way better than Katsumi.

Doyle would’ve never thought of himself as a panty or sock thief but here he was… sniffing the soiled garments and occasionally putting them in his mouth. Doyle just couldn’t help himself! Anything to be closer to (your name)!

Today was just another day of him going through (your name)’s soiled linen as he replaced them with the ones he stole last week…

But he heard the front door open this time and he didn’t have time to slip out… so he shoved one of the soiled panties into his mouth and crawled under the bed. He couldn’t let you know he was here… being a creep. Doyle could just slip away once she was asleep.

Doyle’s heart stopped when he heard Katsumi’s voice as well. No… (your name) didn’t invite Katsumi over often… what if… Doyle heard the sound of kissing down the hall and the shuffling of fabric. They were going to have sex weren’t they?

Doyle felt tears gather in his eyes as his pants tightened. How shameful was it to enjoy listening to the woman he’s in love with get railed by another man.

Doyle nearly smacked his head on the bed when he heard the bedroom door slam open. His red eyes widened when he saw the bare forms of both (your name) and Katsumi in the full body mirror. His hand was immediately shoved in his pants as he watched Katsumi begin to kiss down her neck and grope at her fleshy ass. This was all too much for the assassin to handle…

“Katsumi, you promised you’d use protection.” (Your name) whined as Katsumi shoved her onto the bed with a smirk.

Doyle was well aware of the fact that (your name) didn’t want children. They’ve discussed it over tea before. It upset him with how pushy Katsumi was about having kids. Doyle would never treat her in such a way.

“And I promised you we’re going to get married soon so don’t worry about it so much.” Katsumi continued pressing his lips against hers with a smile. “I just want to give everything I have to my baby.”

(Your name) wrapped her arms around Katsumi’s neck. She knew there was no point in arguing with Katsumi and his stupid breeding kink. It’s why she kept track of her cycle and kept plan b in her bathroom cupboard. She wasn’t ready to have a baby quite yet.

Katsumi slipped himself inside with ease. A dreamy sigh escaping his throat. He was so happy to always be like this with his beautiful girlfriend… hopefully wife soon… but he had a little troll under the bridge to take care of first. Just what did Katsumi have to do to get Doyle to understand (your name) was his?

Katsumi started thrusting at a rough pace, (your name) grabbing his shoulders for support in shock. Her nails digging into the skin on his back, leaving little red crescents in their wake.

“Ah! Katsumi!” (Your name) moaned as Katsumi began thrusting like a madman. He was never like this… like an animal. But she really liked it. This was so much better than it usually was. “Just like that!”

Katsumi smirked as he glanced at the mirror. His eyes meeting Doyle’s. Look how good he made (your name) feel. It was never going to be Doyle on top of her or anyone else. She was his.

Katsumi brought grabbed (your name)‘s chin and kissed her. Her legs immediately wrapping around his waist. She didn’t know what had gotten into Katsumi but she adored it.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Katsumi kissed her cheeks as she struggled for words at his brutal pace.

“More. I want more.” She whined as she tried to use her feet to push Katsumi to go faster.

Doyle was jerking himself like a mad man to try to keep up with the show he was getting. He didn’t care that Katsumi knew he was here. Doyle laid his free palm on the bed as he felt it shake above him. This was so much better than just dreaming of hearing her moans and screams.

Katsumi smiled as he obeyed, a scream ripping from (your name)’s throat. Her eyes rolling back and her toes curling as his thumb began to tease her clit. He was already pushing her over the edge.

“Yes! God, Katsumi!” (Your name) cried out as she came, Doyle smiling as he came with her. The red head panting as tears fell down his cheeks. He never came so hard in his life… a shame the bed kept shaking since it wasn’t him that was fucking (your name) into the mattress.

“You’re mine.” Katsumi hissed as his hips started to stutter. “All mine!”

Katsumi came inside of her with a moan. The dark haired man stilling on top of her with a dopey smile. His lips kissing all over her face and neck. God he loved her so much.

“How about I carry you into the bath?” Katsumi offered as (your name) smiled at him.

“I’d love that.”

Doyle bit his lip in anger as he watched Katsumi carry (your name) bridal style into the bathroom. That bastard was rubbing it in his face!

Doyle slipped out from under the bed when he heard the water start to run. But a certain Karateka stopped him.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” Katsumi asked Doyle who clenched his fists. “You lurk around her place like a rat and I hate it.”

“Away-“ Doyle felt something wet but him on the forehead. The convict instantly trembling in disgust. Did Katsumi just…

“That’s what I mixed inside of (your name).” Katsumi gave Doyle a cocky smirk. “A piece of her and I if you really want to know. Something you will never have.”

Doyle wiped the cum off his face with a scowl. How dare that bastard rub his victory in his face. Should he just kill him? No… that would make (your name) sad.

“Fuck you.” Doyle hissed but Katsumi smirked.

“Get out of here before I beat the shit out of you.” Katsumi hissed under his breath, the assassin slinked away in the shadows.

“Katsumi! What’s taking you so long?” (Your name) called from the tub in the bathroom. Katsumi quickly perking up.

“I just had to take care of something, honey! I thought I saw a rat under the bed was all.”

(Your name) smirked from in the tub. She would never admit it but she really got off having Doyle watch her and Katsumi go at it. She really enjoyed having a spectator.

[ozzgin]

Hi it's me again.

I wanted to ask you if you could do a yandere baki characters with a pregnant reader because i love the concept. If i could request some characters i would ask for Retsu because he's the perfect husband : he's responsible, he can cook, he's perfect 😍. Katsumi because he's a family man, and as a yandere i'm pretty sure he would baby Trap you and you can't forget about yandere supportive grandparents. Hanayama would be the protective daddy's baby girl and he would spoil you so bad. But please whatever you decide to do, avoid doing Yujiro cause there wouldn't be much to write about this immature man.

I would love if you could come up with something from the start of the pregnancy until the first moment with the baby after labor. But i understand if it's to much to write

I hope this request will inspire you. Thanks for reading this, bye 👋.

Sure thing, I think you picked the perfect characters for it. I might’ve included Biscuit Oliva, but I’m horribly uninspired for the yandere part of it. Might update it in the future.

Yandere! Baki Characters x Pregnant! Reader Headcanons

Featuring Kaiou Retsu, Katsumi Orochi, Kaoru Hanayama. And a heavily pregnant reader!

[Baki Masterlist]

Kaiou Retsu

Retsu has never been one to think hard about lineage. He himself was born and raised in a temple, without any known biological relatives, and nonetheless has built lifelong bonds based on loyalty and respect. Yet something about having his own offspring is intriguing and tempting. The idea itself wouldn’t be as attractive if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re part of the equation. Yes, that’s what makes it so special. Not the fact that he’s passing his genes, but that in doing so he’s further materializing his connection with you.

These thoughts come to fruition when you hand him a positive test. He looks at you with a serious, determined expression, but you can guess from the shaking hands just how overwhelmed he is. There’s no greater privilege than being a father to YOUR child. He offers you a deep bow and vows to become the best father figure you could ask for.

You try to tell him that he can take it easy, but this man stays true to his word. You look outside the window one day and see him doing his usual training, except this time he’s wearing headphones. Listening to music? As if! He got himself some parenting audio books in order to maintain his physique and improve his knowledge on the topic. Your fridge is overflowing with leftovers because he cooks several meal courses at once, just in case you suddenly crave a different dish. You’ve been approached by officers on the street and had to explain that the man stalking you is your husband, and he’s just worried you might get hurt on your grocery shopping trip. You sigh, exhausted.

A newly found sense of purpose floods his being upon holding the newborn. There it is, the concrete, ultimate proof of your love. The reassurance that you’ve chosen him, out of all the men out there, for this experience of a lifetime. Don’t worry, he will never forget it. He will spend the rest of his life demonstrating his devotion and adoration to you. You won’t regret your decision. Ever.

Katsumi Orochi

Katsumi has a complex relationship when it comes to family dynamics. He has known both the tragedy of losing a father and the joy of having one in his life to this day. He’s been plagued by grief and love at the same time and so for him, the image of a father becomes a labyrinth of feelings. Except that he’s not wandering alone, but with his darling (Y/N) by his side. His blindingly bright guide and love of his life.

When you surprise him with the news, he feels as if all pieces of the puzzle click together and he’s finally found an exit to the maze, an answer, a purpose. Naturally, being a father holds different meanings to different people. To him, having a child means that your fate has been joined with his. Whatever the future holds for you must now include him, soldered safely into your plans. Oh, what a blissful occasion. You’ve given yourself to him entirely and he will make sure to never break the trust.

You didn’t think he’d care for all the small details, but he does. He’ll be right next to you during all appointments. He’ll be holding your hand when you’re sick and unwell. He’ll be scribbling furiously and taking notes during the parenting classes you decided to attend. He wants to know everything and be part of everything. And you’d be fine with it if it wasn’t for the equally overzealous in-laws. The Orochi family has you under permanent surveillance, nearly worshipping the ground you walk on. You’re overwhelmed.

His hands carefully wrap around the fragile, soft body of the infant. Katsumi marvels at the size and lifts it slightly, in order to be able to view both the baby and the mother. His eyes narrow in a dazed smile, gazing at the sight in front of him. His family has taken many forms, volatile through time, expanding and shrinking. In this very moment, however, it’s this. Just you, him and the proof of your bond. He won’t allow anything else to interfere.

Kaoru Hanayama

Hanayama is very proud of his father as a yakuza leader, but never fully approved of the way he carried his duty as a parent and husband. He wants to prove that he can be a fearless, hard-hearted kumichou without stripping his kindness to his friends and family. Especially after meeting you, he’s convinced he could never have the heart to upset you in any way. The two driving forces in his life are the honor of his family and (Y/N)’s happiness.

And this oath might soon extend and bring everything together at once. When he hears your announcement, he closes his eyes briefly and pictures it. Unexpectedly, the meaning of family has been fulfilled in every way possible. He’s not afraid or nervous, in fact he’s welcoming it with open arms. He feels almost nostalgic, similar to when he inherited his father’s title and became responsible for his Group. He asks for the ceremonial cups to be brought, together with the best sake. From parent to child, he raises the small cup for his second sakazukigoto and you return the gesture with a solemn smile. You sheepishly remind him that you can no longer drink alcohol and he bows to apologize, flustered.

Hanayama will make sure that everything is at your feet. The whole branch has now been tasked to provide to your smallest wishes and desires. Not only are you his life companion, but you are gifting his Group with a new addition and he wants you to be aware of your importance. Sometimes he might become a little melancholic, wishing he could ask his mother for advice on how to proceed. When that happens, you hold his hand firmly and remind him that you’re just as clueless and you will figure it out together. Truly, what a blessing you’ve been in his life.

When the newborn child is placed in his arms, Hanayama can feel his knees weakened by emotion for the very first time. Not only is this small human his own blood and flesh, but a part of (Y/N) as well, serving as a promise of devotion. You’re all his and now he has a permanent reminder of it. He chuckles, slightly regretful that he can no longer parade you around with an obvious belly. He feels you tug at his sleeve. “Have you told Kizaki?” You ask, fatigued. “I told everyone, actually. They’re all outside.” You cover your eyes with your arm, not wanting to imagine the sight. Dozens of yakuza casually hanging out in the hospital yard. Welcome to the family, I suppose.

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Hai sweetcheeks💋, Can I request about sister Reader who is the daughter of Yujiro Hanma with his ex-third wife who is a famous beautiful model and the most patient and caring woman. Sister reader is very sociable and popular at school. Herself and Baki, sister Reader have known Baki since she was 12 years old (only 1 year different from Baki).Because the mother's sister wanted them both to know each other as sibling. The sister reader is very cheerful, kind, friendly, understanding and funny and goofy, she is also very humorous and good at joking.However, she would be like a cat when startled and jump high until she reached the wall or Baki and Jack's back. I also want to know how the sister Reader interacts with other fighters

You so lovely dear, i love you🍓❤️

Ooh, I’ve been wondering about a reader that’s related to Baki. Thank you for your nice words and hopefully this is close to what you had in mind!

Baki Characters x Hanma Yuujirou’s Daughter Headcanons

Featuring Baki, Jack and Yuujirou Hanma, Katsumi Orochi, Kaoru Hanayama. And a reader that’s nothing like her father! I picked the characters closest in age, though I’m sure reader is pleasant to everyone else as well.

Hanma Family

Let’s just say Yuujirou won’t be bragging about having a daughter like (Y/N). He can’t deny that she takes after her stunning mother, but he dislikes her easygoing nature and worries she might soften Baki up. He’s always been against the two of them hanging out, but it seems that his stubborn ex wife still managed to get her way.

Both Baki and Jack can’t help but wonder if this is how their life could’ve been like. They look at your bright smile as you’re surrounded by all these people that love you, including your supportive mother, and feel the slightest pang of jealousy in their heart. Of course, their misfortunes are not your fault, you just occasionally remind them of the privilege of being vulnerable that’s been robbed from them.

The half brothers are very protective of you, especially knowing how much of a scaredy cat you are. Baki is quick to jump to action if something bothers you, but Jack is a little cheekier and enjoys briefly standing back so he can get a chuckle out of your silly fears. Afterwards he just needs to place himself behind you and whatever was the source of your discomfort scurries away.

You also have a very motherly side when it comes to the young men. You first met Baki just one year before tragedy struck him and sometimes his troubled face takes you back to the little orphaned boy, tormented by guilt and fear. You’re very grateful for Kozue and enjoy hanging out with her and Baki. Even though you’re all about the same age, they often approach you as the holder of wisdom whenever they have relationship problems and you always listen empathetically.

Similarly, you’re the one that reminds Jack to take a break from overworking himself. He’s very stubborn and will bark at you to leave him alone. It’s enough for you to allow a few tears to form in the corner of your eyes for him to drop the weights and walk away, mumbling something about you not understanding his grand plan.

Baki is more familiar with your friends since you often invite him to join you or just simply tell him about the latest gossip. Jack is much more reserved and introverted, so he likes to take you out to a restaurant, for example, and receive briefings and summaries of whatever is going on in your life. While taking mental notes about boy names that seem to appear with suspicious frequency. “Who? Oh, right.” Jack will look him up later and make sure he doesn’t get any ideas with (Y/N).

Katsumi Orochi

Katsumi has a massive crush on you, and who can blame him, really? You’re kind, nice and funny, and always ready to help your friends. He still remembers the day Baki brought you to the Dojo and introduced you as his half sister. He had to do a double check when he heard you’re Yuujirou’s daughter. He still can’t fully believe it and wonders if you were also adopted or something.

He likes to daydream about impressing you with his karate skills. Maybe some classmate getting too touchy with you, or some older man on the train standing too close. Then he remembers you’re under the watchful gaze of Baki and Jack and slumps, defeated. No way he can do anything out of the ordinary with those hawks lurking by.

Katsumi nearly has a heart attack when he receives a text message from you asking if he can maybe teach you some self defense. You proceed to explain that you don’t always want to rely on your brothers, and they refuse to engage in any talk about you fighting. Followed by a lot of emojis. He almost throws the phone against the wall and has to excuse himself (he was training with the guys) as the blush is rapidly spreading across his face. Everyone at the Dojo already knows, but they don’t have the heart to tell him.

Does this count as a date? He’ll be smiling like an idiot for the rest of the week.

Kaoru Hanayama

Hanayama has known you almost as long as Baki. He initially thought you’re Baki’s girlfriend and was, like everyone else, very doubtful upon hearing you’re also a Hanma. Then again, he doesn’t even want to imagine what a woman with Yuujirou’s temper would be like.

You take great pride in knowing you’re one of the VERY few people that can make Hanayama laugh. He will never do it in public, but if it’s just the two of you he’ll be greatly amused by your goofy antics. You love cheering him up, and in return he’s always ready to lend an ear to listen to your problems or a shoulder for you to cry on.

While he finds you incredibly cute and good looking, he would never flirt with you out of respect for Baki. Though Baki likes to say that if he has to give you away to someone, he trusts Hanayama to take proper care of you. Every time he does it Hanayama ends up awkwardly quiet and you chase him around, embarrassed.

For some reason, people often mistake him for your dad whenever you hang out. You laugh it off and explain that there’s barely any difference in your age. “Believe me, my actual father is much scarier. You don’t want to ever meet him.” Hanayama nods in agreement.

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Here's a complete list of all my Baki works to date.

Character x Reader

Yandere! Pickle x Reader

Yandere! Kaiou Retsu x Artist! Reader

Yandere! Hector Doyle x Reader

Yandere! Yuujirou Hanma x Fighter! Reader

Yandere! Katsumi Orochi x Student! Reader

Baki Hanma x Feminine! Male Reader

Musashi Miyamoto x Reader

Headcanons (Multiple Characters)

Yandere! Baki Headcanons

Yandere! Baki Headcanons (II)

Yandere! Baki Characters x Pregnant! Reader

Baki Characters x Yandere! Reader

Baki Characters x Tall! Reader

Baki Characters x Struggling! Reader

Baki Characters x Sick! Reader

Baki Characters x Hanma Yuujirou's Daughter

Baki Characters x Dragon! Significant Other

Baki Characters x Cute! Bratty! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Protective Reader interrupts a fight

Baki Headcanons: Valentine’s Day Special 💝

Headcanons (General)

Pickle Headcanons: A collection

Baki Headcanons: Hugging Pickle

Baki Headcanons: Pickle meets Baki's s/o

Baki Headcanons: Pickle meets Baki's s/o (II)

Baki Headcanons: Fighter! Reader snuggling Pickle

Baki Headcanons: Pickle's preference

Baki Headcanons: Pickle has an older sister

Baki Headcanons: Pickle's Daughter! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Pickle's Daughter hunts for food

Baki Headcanons: Professor Payne finds Pickle's daughter

Prehistoric Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Pregnant Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader (II)

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Mother Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Small Reader

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Small Reader (II)

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Clumsy Reader

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader meets Ryuuji Tokura

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader sees Katsumi with a stubble

Baki Headcanons: Daddy Pickle takes a fight too far

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader moves around silently

Baki Headcanons: Meeting Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader’s baby; sparring with the Prehistoric! Child

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader finding out about Baki's mother

Baki Headcanons: Jealous Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader are childhood friends

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader goes Trick or Treating

Baki x JoJo Crossover: The Pillar Men meet Pickle and Prehistoric! Reader

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader meets Modern! Reader

Misc & Fanart

Baki Crack: Yuujirou Hanma single father AU

Baki Crack: Oni! Reader slapping Yuujirou

Baki x (Y/N) Doodles: Big boobs vs Small boobs

Prehistoric Reader concept doodle

Pickle holding his and reader's newborn doodle

Yandere Baki Simulator concept

Pickle in Chiharu's uniform doodle

Scarred Prehistoric Reader & Hanma Yuujirou comparison doodle

Baki explaining Halloween to Prehistoric reader doodle

Prehistoric Reader's twins doodle

Jack Hanma watching MLP with Pickle's Daughter doodle

Oni! Reader concept doodle

Yandere! Baki Fanart

Yandere! Kozue Matsumoto Fanart

Kaiou Retsu Fanart [Halloween]

Yuujirou Hanma Fanart

Kaiou Retsu Fanart [Festival]

Pickle x JoJo Fanart

Baki x Monster OC Fanart

Baki x Corpse Party Crossover Fanart

Work in Progress

Yandere! Baki & Yuujirou Hanma x Reader

Yandere! Baki & Pickle x Reader Love Triangle