#baki x reader

[alixezae]

Can you please make yandere baki hanma x reader please 🥺

baki hanma texts...

had to use ifake and memi messages..also this ask is old if anyone is wondering lol @ilovebaki

divider credit: @nemuideredere

[alienpennies00]

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[alienpennies00]

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[shinshinkais]

guys i swear im not twiddling my thumbs around here , have a sneak peak of lake sex w pickle

[mothwingwritings]

HELLO DEAR AUTHOR

OH MY GOD Outlier was literally amazing ??? The whole context is so interesting I can't help but want more, like, i NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER, THIS IS SO INTERESTING WHAT do you think you could ever do a following story or one-shot??

Ty for your kind words darling!!! IDK that I will ever make a full fic of it, but this is how I envision the next following hours go for you:

After your dramatic exit you realize a little too late you didn’t grab your purse/wallet on the way out, nor do you have your phone on you. This severely limits where you can go and what you can do, ultimately screwing you over quite a bit.

You decide its best to spend the rest of the day in free public areas, like a park or maybe the library. Someplace mellow but not isolated where you can blend in with the crowd and try and cool your head a bit.

And that works for a while, it’s nice to be away from sources of agitation and feel like a normal human for a bit. Your heart still hurts, but people-watching is a pleasant reminder that not everyone is like your family. There are normal people out there living day to day lives that have no inkling of who the Hanmas even are, let alone care. They are far removed from all the bullshit you are subjugated to on a daily basis and they are all the better for it. It might just be a pipe dream, but you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe someday you’ll be lucky enough to be among their ranks, blissfully unaware of the monsters that live in their city.

The hours tick by quickly, day melts into night. The library is now closed and people are leaving the park in droves, heading back to the comfort of their own homes. With your safety bubble popped you are now facing a conundrum-where to go from here?

You’re too nervous to go to an unrelated friend or acquaintances house-the last thing you need is to put someone else you care about at risk or drag them into the drama. If you are close friends/lovers with someone who is already in the fold (Katsumi, Retsu, Hanayama, etc) going to their place is always an option, but that poses its own problems. Your brothers (particularly Baki) have been friends/rivals/opponents of those men longer than you have known them, and as such, there is an unspoken code between said men involving you that make things complicated. There isn’t a guarantee that they won’t just reach out to Baki or Jack to let them know you are with them, and the thought of putting them awkwardly in the middle of all this is something you would really rather avoid.

As it gets darker and darker you grow antsier. You begin to meander, maybe duck into a few late night corner stores to look around for a bit or hang out around the train station, waiting with the last passengers of the night. Trying your best to blend in while still being in the public eye.

But finally it gets to point where it’s late late and you are the only soul around. The vulnerability leaves you feeling deeply uncomfortable, so you ultimately end up biting the bullet and start to head home.

You end up stopping just short of the apartment you share with Jack, your pride, upset and anger still intense enough that you refuse to give in until the final moment. You make a pit stop to the child’s play area just outside the apartment complex and plop yourself down on a swing, waiting forlornly for the inevitable.

The inevitable arrives in the form of Baki, who wordlessly sits on the swing directly beside you. You remain still as a statue, he sways a bit in his swing, tension radiates off of you in waves. After several heavy minutes of silence, he playfully nudges your foot with his own. You don’t see the scowl on his face when you recoil from the contact.

Finally, Baki is the one to break the silence. “It’s getting late. It’s time to come inside.” His words are gentle, but hold a subtle edge that let you know it’s a command. When he sees no sign of you moving, he sighs heavily. “I’m not above carrying you up there, even if you kick and scream the whole time.” Spoken jokingly, but you don’t find it very funny (nor do you think he’s really joking).

Pissed, but not wanting to look even more like a petulant child than you already do hunkered down on a tiny swing set, you abruptly make your exit, breezing past the man beside you. You cast him the most noxious glare you can muster as you make your way swiftly back to the apartment.

To your supreme irritation, he returns your malice with a kind smile. He’s known you nearly your whole life-knows better than most what makes you tick. He figures you can only remain mad at him for so long, and it just so happens he has all the patience in the world when it comes to you, so he’s more than willing to stick it out. You’re a stubborn one, but he has every confidence you’ll give up shortly and go back to being the doting sister he loves and adores. (I’ll leave it up to reader discretion whether this happens or not. :))

[fishman-ao3]

𓂃‧₊˚♡Soft moments♡˚₊‧𓂃

 TW: mentions of drug addicts and steroid usage (only in the beginning), light swearing, maybe ooc..??

Other warnings: Extremely cute! (awh… SO CUTE!), use of (name), reader is meant to be fem but could be masc (self care is for all genders after all ♡)

Type: Fluff!!

⤷ ゛Baki x Reader - Established relationship!! ˎˊ˗

Desc: Baki comes home after a long day of fighting. He’s bloody and bruised and you decided to do some self care with him.

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Cicadas buzzed softly in the bushes in front of Baki’s small home. The lights from inside were illuminating the front yard. The warm light cast deep shadows on Baki’s bloodied and bruised face. He had just gotten home from a particular difficult night.

First he got his shoulder dislocated during his match at the arena, now he’s in a sling for at least a week, but realistically he’ll probably be fine in 3 days, and after that when he was walking home because there were no taxis operating so late at night, he got ambushed by some fucking jacked up tweaker! 

Obviously he beat the shit out of them but it was just the minor inconvenience he needed to complete his already perfect night. He sighed heavily as he slipped into the house and shuffled his shoes off. He moved further into the house and was met with an unexpected sight. His partner was standing in the kitchen finishing up with dinner. 

“Took you long enough.” they mention sharply but their voice holds no true malice towards the man in the doorway. They turn to face their battered boyfriend with that warm welcoming smile he had come to love so dearly. “I made you food. So eat up and then we can take care of those injuries.” They stated, before gently grabbing his non injured arm and tugging him over to the table and quickly serving him dinner.

They took their seat across from him, kneeling on the plush cushion below before they began dishing up their own meal, a comfortable silence filling the home occasionally broken up by Musashi’s snoring and the clink of chopsticks against a ceramic bowl.

“So… you gonna tell me how you managed to get so beat up?” (Name) asked curiously as they slurped up their noodles. “Huh…? Oh… yeah… these.” Baki murmured as he looked down at his slinged arm. “Would you believe me if I said I fell?” Baki joked with a small chuckle. His partner simply rolled their eyes with a soft huff of amusement. “Seriously. What idiot decided to fight you?” (name) questioned again with a small smile as they wait for an answer from their boyfriend. “Well… after my match some roided up crackhead came out of nowhere trying to fight. Obviously I beat the shit out of him but it was a terrible inconvenience to fight him with one arm…” Baki finally answered “not like it was difficult or anything!” he quickly added with a laugh. He knew (name) didn't care about his strength. They make it clear everyday that they love his personality and not his muscles… or his cute little face… even if it definitely adds to his appeal.

“Well I’m happy you’re safe now.” (Name) mentions with a small smile. The rest of dinner was quiet and comfortable. After the dishes were done and the table was cleaned up (name) quickly ushered Baki into the bathroom so she could get him cleaned up.

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“Ow-! Don’t be so rough.” Baki teased with a small chuckle as he winced away from the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. “Oh come on, I've seen a man break your arm and you STILL beat him. You can handle a little rubbing alcohol and pressure.” (name) quickly replied with an amused eyeroll at his dramatics. They grabbed his hand again and continued to clean his bloody knuckles as gently as they could.

“damn… your hands are so dry! Do you ever use lotion?” (name) comments as they run their fingers over his rough calloused palm. “Uh… like… once a week..?” Baki replies, (name) stares at him for a beat, silently wondering if they heard him correctly.

“...You’re joking…” (name) states, utterly appalled that they let their boyfriend go so long without proper moisturization. “Do you do anything with your skin…?” (name) asks… already knowing what answer awaited them.

“No.” Baki states with a shrug, he silently wonders why it was such a big deal. “Is that… a problem-””YES. A BIG PROBLEM.” (name) exclaimed as they set aside the first aid kit and held Baki’s face so he’d actually listen to them.

“If you don’t take care of your skin you’ll get acne! And your skin will get all flaky and cracked. You’ll be ashy!” (name) explains before they suddenly stand up and begin to dig in their overnight bathroom bag. The one that they ALWAYS ‘forget’ here.

They gather their self care products, arms full of cleansers and masks and moisturizers and body washes... to put it shortly it was a lot of stuff. “Come on.” (name) states as they turn and begin to exit the bathroom. “Tonight I’ll be taking care of you… and your ashy ass skin.” They tease as they begin walking out of the bathroom.

Baki chuckles and begins to follow after his partner. They get out into the living room and (name) gestures to the couch. “Sit.” (name) commands, “I’m sitting I’m sitting..” Baki obeys and takes a seat.

They lay their products out on the coffee table and begin to explain what everything does. Meanwhile Baki listens intently, silently holding back a chuckle… he finds it cute how much (name) cares about his self care. When he was younger all his mom taught him was how to be strong… he was never really taught how to take care of himself… he learned how to do all the basic stuff on his own. Cook, clean, and shower properly… he didn’t know it was this complicated.

“Alright… now that you understand it all… let's get this show on the road.” (name) says as they clap their hands together and sigh, silently creating a game plan in their mind.

They grabbed a bunny ear head band and moved to sit on his lap so they could slip the head band on and start the process. (name) chuckles as they look at how uncharacteristically soft Baki looks. “What?” Baki asks with a soft huff of amusement and confusion “Do I really look that stupid?” he asks “no! You’re just really… cute.” they reply with a giggle before kissing his forehead and going to grab a spray bottle to wet his face.

“Cute? Really?” Baki asks, fluttering his eyelashes in a joking manner. “Yes. Now close your mouth and eyes. I’m gonna get you wet.” (name) jokes with a smirk “ok bro- gah!” a splash of water hits his face unexpectedly and (name) laughs which earns an eyeroll from Baki. “Wait-... I need some music.” (name) mumbled as they reached into Baki’s pocket and stole his phone “hey-””hush” (name) quickly puts a finger over his lips and uses his phone to put on some music.

(name) hums quietly as they begin to put a clay mask on Baki. “It's cold-””shhh… unless you want to get it in your mouth… trust me it doesn't taste as good as it smells.” (name) warns as they reminisce on the one time they were stupid enough to lick the face mask… Baki rolls his eyes once again, though his smile never fades as he closes his eyes and lets them work.

Quiet falls over the two and music fills the space as they enjoy each other's presence.

A few minutes pass and (name) finishes the clay mask. “Alright… now wait here for about 15 minutes…” (name) states as they shift to try and slip off Baki’s lap and stand… try being the key word. 

“Nuh uh..” Baki mumbled as he rested his head on the back of the couch. “Stay.” he whispered, trying not to move his face too much. He held (name) there steadily, his strong arm wrapped around them. “I gotta wash my hands.” (name) whined dramatically and let their head fall back… but the smile was present. “Whomp whomp.” Baki states with a victorious grin on his face. (name) giggles and rolls their eyes before ‘reluctantly’ settling back in his lap. They grab his phone again and begin to scroll mindlessly while resting on his broad chest… It kind of felt like laying on a warm stone statue.

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The 15 minutes passed and (name) quickly took Baki to the bathroom again so he could wash the mask off his face. “Make sure you scrub it off in circles with the tips of your fingers and then when you dry your face PAT it dry, don’t rub.” (name) instructed before taking a seat on the edge of the tub and watching him wash his face.

Baki scrubbed it off as instructed, small circles with the tips of his fingers. The mask peeled off leaving his skin feeling smooth and clean. “Damn… im as smooth as you..” he comments as he pats his face dry and runs his fingers over his cheeks. 

“See? It’s nice isn't it?” (name) states as they come up behind him to rest their chin on his shoulder, silently admiring him. “Alright, now use this, it's a toner, it deep cleans your pores. After the toner, use the moisturizer right there” they hand him a small glass bottle with the toner inside and then they point to the bottle of moisturizer near the faucet of the sink. “Put the moisturizer here, here, and here.” They tap his forehead, left cheek, and then his right cheek before pushing off of him and turning to leave.

“I'm gonna go lay the bed out.” (name) states as they step out of the bathroom. “I love you.” Baki’s voice breaks through the quiet. It’s a soft statement, quiet, barely audible. But it spoke volumes. He didn’t say those three words often. But when he did he meant it with every fiber of his being. “I love you too” (name) responded, a soft smile on their face as they looked back at him.

They stood there for a moment before actually walking off. “Get to it! My boyfriend will NOT be ashy!” (name) exclaimed as they left him to do as they told him to. Baki smiled softly and chuckled as he began to do what he was told. Man did he love them…

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Baki finishes up in the bathroom, rubbing lotion into his palms and up his forearms to his elbows. “I’m done-” Baki stopped in his tracks and stared down at where his partner lay.

(name) was out cold on the futon. Wrapped in the fluffy white blankets with Musashi laying beside them. They slept soundly, he didn’t blame them, it was like one in the morning… he sighed softly and flicked the lights off before crawling in right behind them, throwing some of the blankets over himself and  wrapping his arms around their waist, pulling them close until their back was pressed against his firm chest.

“I love you” he whispered in their ear before placing a soft quick kiss to their temple and drifting off.

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NOTES⁀➴I wrote this during school… I was fighting for MY LIFE…

⤷ ゛Music I listened to: Sweet Escape By Gwen Stefani, Walk Like an Egyptian By The Bangles, 3OH!3 By RICHMAN, Whenever Wherever By Shakira, LOVER GIRL By Megan Thee Stallion, and Freak By Doja Cat!! ♪‧₊˚

⁠I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!♡

𓂃⭑Tell me if you want more and requests are OPEN!!⁠⭑𓂃

(this was proof read ˙𐃷˙)

[mothwingwritings]

Outlier

F!Reader X Hanma Fam

OK, hear me out. I am currently working on a post Paradise reader x Katsumi stuff (going back to my roots) while also catching up on the Baki manga (things have been hectic and I fell behind on the newer stuff). I was reading through the dinner scene with Jack and Yujiro and while I loved it (and overall just love when the focus is on Jack in general) it also really pissed me off lul. Like, Jack, my dude, my friend, my love… Fuck this guy fr, ya know?

BUT then that also got me thinking man... It would really suck to be step-sis reader in this situation, finding out that not only Baki but now Jack is growing closer to Yujiro. Her entire support system is just becoming even more fucked up and toxic, it’s arguable that it’s not even really a support system at all anymore.  What if it gets to a point where it’s a team up situation, what then for poor reader? Yeesh what a bad and scary scenario, my condolences rip.

Then I wrote this as a little scenario of sorts as a ‘what if’ of when reader finds out Jack is becoming cushy with his dad. :) I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Stepcest, abusive and toxic family dynamics, gas lighting, mentions of prior abuse both child and current.

“It still seems a little unreal. I didn’t think I’d ever see the day where father actually acknowledged me.”

Jack spoke clearly, proudly, excitedly even. But after he had concluded his expansive dialogue recounting the time he just shared with Yujiro, your brain still struggled to understand the meaning of his words, the source of his jubilation.

There was no way in hell he could be this pleased after having an ill-advised dinner with the Ogre.

After giving yourself several seconds to let it sink in, you responded snappily, “Excuse me?” you stared pointedly into the hulking man’s eyes, “You’re this giddy because he complimented you?”

The content smile Jack had worn since he began regaling his tale slowly morphed into a more neutral, albeit forced, expression. Whether that was to appease you or out of irritation of your attitude was hard to say.

“Yes, but it’s not a big deal.”

You scoffed at his feigned nonchalance, “Well you obviously seem to think it is, seeing as you’re practically beaming while you tell us about it!” You pointed to your other brother, who sat on your opposite side, “Baki and I could barely get a word in edgewise with how on and on you went about the ‘greatness’ of it all.”

“Calm down (Name),” Baki spoke up beside you, “it’s pretty normal for a son to be happy when his father commends him, right?”

Your head snapped to the side, confusion engulfing your features as you watched the young man impishly shrug. “I think he’s right, it’s really not THAT huge of a deal. In fact, with how things have been going, we’ve even tossed around the idea of maybe making a monthly family dinner night a thing.”

Your frown deepened, “…Is this some kind of joke?

You could hear your heart pounding in your head, the conversation making your blood pressure rise by the second. It was already troubling enough that Baki had gone through such trials and tribulations seeking acceptance and a modicum of a ‘fatherly’ bond from Yujiro, but now Jack also seemed to be falling under the same mind boggling spell. It sickened you knowing the people you cared so deeply for would go to the lengths that your brothers had, just for a little recognition from a man who was at best a villain in your shared lives.

And on top of that, now they seemed to want to play house with him and have a monthly family meet up? Were their cruel childhoods at Yujiros hands so easy to forgive? Were the atrocities he committed so recently against you, their sister, so easy to forget?

When you received no response from the two you continued, “You cannot be serious. Please help me understand why you agreed to have dinner at all with that man, let alone why you are speaking so positively about some cheap compliments he gave you? And now you bring up some bullshit plans for ‘family time’ in the future? Maybe that bastard had a hand in your creation but you don’t owe him anything!”

Your words struck accord with Jack, his body visibly tensing as he gave a terse reply. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand (Name), and you don’t really seem eager to listen to reasoning. Trying to explain it further would be a waste of time.”

Indignation flared within you, “Well than why don’t you try and explain it to me in a way even an idiot can understand, since that’s what you seem to think I am anyway?”

“I never said that,” he growled, shooting you a look that warned you to cool down or face the consequences, “I’m just saying you are different from us. You’re a Hanma in name only, not by blood. You may be our family (Name), but you will always be cut from a different cloth than us. It’s impossible for you to understand”

Before you could retort Baki cut in, “What he means to say is that having a different birth father vastly changes our experiences. It makes it difficult to accurately articulate this bond to you, no matter how close we are. I know it seems weird, foolish even, but honestly it’s truly just-“

“Indescribable.” Jack finished, sharing a look between his half-brother that conveyed secrets you knew would never be privy to you.

A deep ache blossomed in your chest, spreading steadily through your limbs like a viscous molasses, heavy and thick as it consumed you. Your last line of defense was crumbling. The only support system that stood a chance against the crashing waves that were Yujiro Hanma was steadily being chipped away. Your brothers had always been a steadfast wall that protected you from the tempest, but even the thickest stone eventually yields to the elements. What was once so sturdy was now being ripped apart like weak clay, piece after piece plunging into the depths of that turbulent sea, becoming one with it.

Overcome by an intense loneliness, the loss of them was becoming unbearable to witness. Realization set in. It didn’t matter how much you loved them or how much time you spent with them, just as you may never truly get them, they would never truly get you. They could never know exactly how frustrating it felt to feel so helpless. It didn’t matter how fit or strong or smart you were, it didn’t matter how hard you pushed yourself,  how far you went to protect yourself, or how many steps you took to stay ahead of danger. Countless hours, blood, sweat, and tears could be poured into making yourself stronger, you could become the most capable person on the planet earth, and none of it would matter in the face of Yujiro Hanma. Any effort you made against him could and would be squashed in an instant, his mere presence a belittlement of your entire existence. It was enough to drive you insane.  

But unlike your brothers, you had no one else to turn to. No other sister, brother, or cousin that could understand your most painful secrets.

You were alone.

“Please, just listen to me,” your voice wavered. The confrontation was hard, but you did it with as much resolve as you could muster, “Maybe I won’t ever really know what you feel towards Yujiro and that’s fine, because frankly I don’t know that I want to. But I would hope that you would have more self-respect for yourselves than to go crawling up to that monster for any form of validation.”

You took a shaky breath, fighting back tears as you continued, “Yujiro has spent most of your lives disparaging, abusing, and ignoring you. He hurt and killed our mothers, warped our own relationships with the women who birthed us. He has done irredeemable and irreparable things that have altered us in ways we can’t reverse. You both have beaten and broken yourselves over and over again just for the chance to combat him, seeking worth only in your ability to stand toe to toe with him, lessening your worth because of HIM! And for what? A dinner every now and again, some words of affirmation?”

Tears cut across your cheeks, blurring the clear view you had of the siblings. “I’m so sick of it. I’m so sick of watching you relentlessly push yourselves past your limits day after day, year after year, as you chase after a man who isn’t even worthy of your time, let alone your respect or love! He doesn’t deserve the time of day, I don’t care if he’s the strongest man in the world or not! Anyone who acts the way and treats people the way he does isn’t anyone worthy of anything in my books! I can’t… I can’t be the only one who sees Yujiro for what he is.”

You slumped forward, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’ve already lost so much to him… I can’t lose you two, too. If you won’t listen to me for your own sakes, then do it for mine. Please, just forget about Yujiro. Move on so I can move on with you.”

Grief, anger, and love crashed about your chest violently. Hiding your face in your hands, you fully broke down. Even as you made your plea, you were well aware it would most likely fall on deaf ears. The time for mourning had come, it was truly inescapable now.

None of you would ever truly be free of the maddening experience of being trapped in Yujiro Hanma’s web.

But instead of your outburst being met with chide commentary, you instead felt thick arms being wrapped around you, pulling you snuggly against a broad chest. You hiccupped against said chest, your hands clutching to the fabric of Baki’s shirt as he cradled the back of your head with his thick hand, rocking you gently back and forth.

“I’m sorry, (Name).”

For a moment, you paused. Ensnared by his soothing touch and gentle words, relief overcame you, both welcome and unexpected. Maybe you had been silly all along, thinking your brothers were too far gone to care about your opinions and feelings. They hadn’t forgotten the ills committed against them, the horrors you had lived through yourself. Baki had listened to your earnest plea and now he was coming to reassure you it would all be OK, that they were still on your side, just as they had always been.

It may have taken a break down, but you got through to him. Now, you could all work on moving forward on a new path, one without Yujiro, and-

“I think maybe you just need more time to get used to this.”

Breath fled your lungs, his words hitting you like a slap in the face. Spoken in the same sweet, mild tone, his manner now seemed far more condescending than encouraging.

“Get used to it?” Your voice cracked, his hold on you feeling more constricting than it did seconds prior.

“You’re our sister, we love you,” he squeezed tighter, “but we’re Hanma’s (Name). I know Yujiro isn’t dad of the year, and he’s definitely got some questionable quirks about him, but he’s our father and that’s how it will always be.” He ruffled your hair, “I’m sure given some more time we can work out all the kinks and come to a resolution. When that happens, we’ll all share a really nice family meal together to celebrate, home cooked of course!”

“True,” Jack chimed in, “Despite how he may sometimes act, I think father would really like for you to join us someday, (Name). You should even cook something for it, he’ll be pleased to see what a good little chef you have become.”

Bile rose in your throat, pin pricks of black dotting your vision as you struggled to breath. The world was spinning and everyone but you had gone mad.

With all the strength within you, you pushed yourself away from Baki, creating a palpable distance between you and the man you once explicitly trusted. There was a brief flash of surprise in his eyes at your minor burst of strength, but that look was quickly replaced with one more akin to disappointment.

‘Why can’t you just give it a rest?’ His expression begged, ‘You’re making this bigger than it needs to be.’

“Fuck you,” you seethed, “Fuck all of you. If that’s your choice, fine, but if he’s going to be in your lives then I am out.”

Unable to articulate yourself further you turned on your heel, fleeing towards the exit. You heard a chair scoot behind you, Jacks commanding voice following shortly after. Your hand rested on the doorknob, but you pivoted yourself just enough to acknowledge that you had heard him. Though your body was eager to run, your heart won out in the end. You would give one final chance to hear him out.

“Father didn’t just give me empty kudos. He truly recognized my strength and was sincerely awarding me for how much I have grown. But that’s not all,” his voice grew a bit softer as he continued “He also praised me for taking such good care of you. He asked about you with genuine interest (Name), wanted to know how you were fairing, what you had been up to, if you were well. If you gave him the chance-”

You wasted no further time in listening, the walls rattled as you slammed the door behind you.

[yoonyeon0]

ayy im being more consistent!! trust I will not upload something that isn’t either funny or amazing….heh….😊

I have no other ideas BUT angst bru this has to be the work of the green goblin

I wanna write something sweet but bro all I have inspiration to write is angst…I’ll post the daddies home part 3 sometime this week if I feel more sweet 🤪🤪

anyway enjoy the katsumi angst 💗😍😍😍