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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months

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Yandere Baki Headcanons:

Struck By Cupid II

Yandere Baki Various x Fem Fighter Reader

Part 1

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

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Pickle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What am I going to do with you?”

Hector Doyle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jun Guevara

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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corvlth · 8 months

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Yujiro: I have the United States on their knees before me

Oliva: I've got the most developed muscles

Jun:

#baki the grappler #baki #baki jun #jun guevara #jun guevaru #baki memes #my art #artists on tumblr #fanart #shitpost

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ladythot · 5 months

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Please give me some Katsumi or Jun art, whore.

You can have both men, whore

#I FORGOT TO POST THIS SKAK #rkgk #art #katsumi orochi #jun guevaru #jun guevara #baki fanart #baki anime #baki the grappler #baki #momo🤬🤮🖕🖕

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ozzgin · 2 months

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Hiii💕💕💕 Could you please make some hc with musashi and jun from baki please?

Yet another ancient request, so sorry about it. I've been struggling to think of a context, but as Valentine's Day approached, I thought, "Well, might as well turn this into a special". So here it is. I'm adding two-three extra characters for a bundle. Sorry for the wait. :')

Baki Headcanons: Valentine's Day Special

Featuring Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Baki Hanma, Chiharu Shiba and Pickle. And Reader as their Valentine! (Written according to Western customs for the sake of a pampered Reader)

Jun Guevaru

Jun is a hopeless romantic and might actually enjoy Valentine's Day even more than you do. Mind you, the holiday itself is as superficial as it gets, and you've heard his philosophies one too many times; the enticing part is having an excuse to go all out and proclaim his affections for you in the most extravagant way possible. Can you blame him? He loves to show off. And you, sweet (Y/N), happen to be his most prized possession. A man will always be guilty of following his heart.

Although don't expect some cheap American fabrication that glorifies consumerism. His Valentine's Day isn't about that. Love can't be expressed through chocolate or flowers, at least not in his opinion. It's about raw feelings. The word, the tender caress. You can leave it to him to verbalize such depth. After all, he didn't unite an entire country with sheer luck. He is a charismatic leader and, most importantly, a passionate lover. His poetic speeches and sung praise will leave you entranced.

He, too, may be tempted to use the element of surprise. Perhaps through an overly formal letter expressing his utmost disappointment that he won't be able to see you on this particular date. Prison technicalities, you must understand. Nothing he can do about it. Then, when you least expect it, he'll pull you into a most desperate embrace. Oh, he missed you so much. He'll be ready to serenade you, take you places, whisper sweet nothings. You'll feign shock and surprise; you already guessed he wouldn't miss the chance to spoil you, but you do enjoy going along with his games. "Surely you didn't expect me to leave you alone on such a day, my beloved", he'll reassure you fondly. Allow him to prove himself anew.

Musashi Miyamoto

Musashi does not quite understand all of the particularities such a holiday entails. Nor would he normally care for the mundane customs of the modern world. Yet he has noticed the switch of your tone whenever you mention the approaching date. The sheepish glances towards the mysterious heart-themed merch. For someone as observant as him, your excitement is ridiculously clear, no matter how much you shake your head in denial. If his partner wants it, he might as well entertain it. Why not?

Thus, he will begin his little research. What is it that piques your interest to such a degree? He might employ the other fighters to enlighten him on the matter. An amusing sight, if one considers it: the legendary samurai, pacing back and forth as Tokugawa stumbles to follow behind. "W-what about this?" The old man will humbly suggest. "Oooh, fascinating. Yes, yes." He'll respond, holding his chin thoughtfully. "However, it's not (Y/N)'s style. Next."

Keep in mind that Musashi will tailor everything to fit his nature. Flowers? Maybe. All the other modern knick-knacks? Forget it. He'll do you one better. Something you won't expect, because it's a gift meant for his time and age. After a long, frustrating search, he finds what he's looking for. A most unusual sight, but something that represents him indeed. He will proudly extend to you a small, slender kodachi with his family's name inscribed on the scabbard. What greater honor than to share his love and passion? The weapon has been carefully built to his standards, so you may defend yourself if such a need ever arises. For Musashi himself to curate a sword bearing his name, you might as well count it as a proposal.

Pickle

Lately, Baki has been focused on things beyond Pickle's understanding. The only time he'd seen the young boy so excited was before a match. On the other hand, what kind of opponent would Baki be fighting where bizarre, heart-shaped items are required? After a lot of gesturing, rudimentary explanation and show-and-tell demonstration, it finally clicks: it's a special occasion, not preparations for battle.

An occasion that doesn't involve just Baki and Kozue, but, by the looks of it, anyone with a mate. The idea pumps his heart with excitement. Is it something he could celebrate with his own (Y/N)? In that case, he absolutely wants to be part of it. Pickle demands to be shown the ropes, so he, too, can impress his partner. Not that he's not already showing his love (and ownership) with every opportunity.

And so here you are, standing outside your apartment, utterly baffled, shocked, speechless. Pickle has surprised you many times before with his horny mischief and troublemaker shenanigans, but never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined him showing up with balloons, chocolate and a date itinerary on Valentine's Day. You retrieve the little list from his massive hands - he probably can't even read anything on it - and scan over the text. Someone definitely helped him compile everything. Judging from the varied handwriting, it must've been a group effort from Lord knows how many fighters who enjoyed themselves way too much in aiding Pickle's romancing game. Nonetheless you're impressed, just as the prehistoric man had hoped. He sees your blushing face and immediately grins with pride. Who knows, maybe his efforts will be rewarded handsomely (you won't be walking straight until March).

Baki Hanma

Among the other men, Baki may be the only one to show unironic enthusiasm towards the upcoming holiday. He likes cute things (you included) and there's no shame in it. His focus has been switching between training, fighting in the Arena, and more training. He's looking forward to a little break, especially one that allows him to spend time with you.

He's not secretive about the process, either. He'll show up at your place with a stack of flyers and scribbled notes, asking you to trim down activities with him. Worry not, he has compiled an extensive list of available events for couples, as well as places to visit and general ideas. After all, part of the fun is to plan everything with you. Can you tell he's excited? Kneeling at the table and flipping through the options with a wide grin on his face, you can almost discern a wagging tail materializing behind him.

He could be slightly biased towards activities that allow him to impress you. A Valentine's Day fair, for example, is such a cheesy idea, but he can't resist the temptation to show off. "Beat the high score and win the prize" blinking in flashy colors above one of those boxing arcade machines? Oops! He was trying to hold back, but he ended up dislodging the whole thing from the ground. Sorry, (Y/N), he simply forgets how strong he is, sometimes. Something hard to avoid, given you’re his greatest motivation. Aren’t you proud of your boyfriend? Do praise the poor boy, he’s been itching to receive your affection. It’s been an eternity! Or maybe half an hour, but still.

Chiharu Shiba

Chiharu isn't one to care much for holidays and under regular circumstances he would probably forget about it, too, were it not for the aid of capitalism and heavy commercial propaganda. Therefore, it's hard to ignore the rapidly approaching date given the blaring ads and themed products found on every shelf. Oh, well. He loves spoiling you and he certainly won't miss an opportunity to declare his love in the most cheesy, predictable manner.

He might be a tad cheeky about the entire business. "Valentine's Day? Hmmm..." He'll hum, thoughtfully, feigning mild indifference. It's a difficult task: seeing you cast your eyes down, perhaps a little disappointed, makes him want to smash his own head into the first telephone pole. No one should ever dare to upset you in the slightest - him included! - he thinks, enraged. He struggles to fight the urge. It's for a good cause. Just a few days left. Do forgive him, darling (Y/N).

He'll surprise you in the ways he knows best. Maybe some fresh, heart shaped decals decorating the gas tank of his motorcycle. A flashy, pink tokko-fuku (or uniform jacket) with a particular slogan embroidered on its back. Whatever it is, he'll make sure everyone is aware of his cause. While he might not be the best with words, his actions will be loud and clear. He'll hand you a helmet and gesture for you to hop on the back of his bike. He planned a day-long road trip for the two of you. What's nicer than feeling the wind, the freedom, the warmth of your small arms tightly wrapped around him? He doesn't need overly sophisticated restaurants or whatever else comes with the package. Some great sights and you by his side, and he's the happiest man on this planet. To think someone like him would be privileged enough to gaze at a pretty little thing like you.

#gn reader #gender neutral reader #baki #baki the grappler #baki dou #baki hanma #baki headcanons #baki x reader #jun guevaru #musashi miyamoto #miyamoto musashi #jun guevaru x reader #musashi miyamoto x reader #musashi x reader #pickle baki #pickle x reader #shiba chiharu #chiharu shiba

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mangacharacters · 5 months

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#art #baki the grappler #my art #illustration #baki son of ogre #baki jun #jun guevara #jun guevaru

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moonlight-alphafemale · 4 months

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Jun's english VA sounds like he's high as a kite 😭😭

No thoughts behind that voice..

#willow yelling #jun guevara #jun guevaru #baki hanma

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quennyquinn · 5 months

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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel, BONUS

-un año después, afuera del colegio de baki, kozue y T/N-

Kozue: no puedo creerlo baki de verdad otra vez la nota más baja de la clase

T/N: apuesto que paso todo el fin de semana entrenando, vamos los invito a tomar te juntos compre pasteles, y compre panes saludos

-en la casa de T/N-

Baki: -comiendo pasteles- este pastel está muy rico

-suena el timbre-

t/n: voy …¿jun?

Jun: hola, preciosa

Baki: ¿qué haces aquí?

Jun: la señorita T/N ya es mayor de edad, ¿así que saldrías conmigo a una cita?

Baki: largo de aquí, ve a molestar a otras

Jun: nah, pequeño baki estoy prohibido en estados unidos por estar coqueteando con maría y la primera dama

Baki: …deja a T/N en paz

T/N: baki, cálmate…creo que quiero una cita

Kozue: ¿QUE?, no escucha jovencita no vas a salir con este hombre es peligroso, estuvo en la cárcel, es agresivo, bronceado, latino, alto, de cabello largo, maduro, seguro, sexy, bronceado…sabes entiendo, ve y diviértete

Baki: no, lo permito

kozue: T/N, es una jovencita se va empezar a ver a los chicos es natural,

y asi fue como jun y T/N, salieron cenar y baki actuó como un padre celoso

#baki the grappler x reader #reader insert #x reader #baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki headcanons #baki x reader #fem reader #female reader #hanma baki #jun guevaru x reader #jun guevara o jun guevaru #jun guevara #jun guevaru #jun guevara es my coqueto

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karolinevassalor · 7 months

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Me, every time i found a good side character

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myukdojunguevaru · 2 months

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This is my first post here! I was watching Jun's fanfics on this social network and I noticed that you refer to Jun as a Brazilian, Jun is not Brazilian, Jun is Argentine!

#baki hanma #jun guevaru

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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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Yandere Baki Shorts: Fate

Jun Guevara with a prison penpal fem! Reader

This man has me in a chokehold right now but there’s next to nothing for content for him. AND HE FINE FINE

Jun Guevara

You had decided to sign up to adopt a prison penpal out of boredom. A way to help someone reconnect with the outside? You’d love to contribute to such a noble cause!

You put down loving the beach and the ocean as your interests and sure enough, you matched with a man in his mid twenties named Jun Guevara. Jun was at the Arizona State Prison. You had no idea what he looked like or what his crimes were, but you didn’t care. He was your penpal so you’d start sending him letters!

Imagine your surprise when he replied in as little as a few days? His handwriting was a little bit neat and a bit wonky. It seems he was excited to write to you! He didn’t think they’d match him with a young woman such as yourself

The two of you exchanged letters for months. The letters slowly getting flirtier and flirtier. Jun wanted to know what you looked like. He wanted to see your face and he wanted you to spritz your letter with perfumes. Jun was slowly digging more and more into your private life until he knew more about you than you did yourself. But you didn’t realize the danger you were in. You were just happy to have a friend. A shame he didn’t see you as a friend…

You sent him a picture of your face and sprayed the letter with perfume. You didn’t think anything of it. And that’s when the poems started. Jun would send you poems of how beautiful your eyes were. Of how beautiful you were

Then the pet names came. Meu anjo. Meu amor. Meu linda. Meu bem. Meu querida. You didn’t realize that he was calling you my angel, my love, my beautiful, my darling, and my dear. Jun was calling you his. How could you have been so dense?

It was when your roommate read one of your letters that you began to become a bit uneasy. That the reality of his words in the letters began to sink in. Jun didn’t see you as a friend like you saw him, he saw you as so much more. Jun saw you as a lover. As a possession.

You didn’t respond to his letters for a week. You were a bit confused on how to proceed. How do you kindly let a prisoner down? You didn’t know what this man was even capable of… since you never pried into his crimes. It dawned on you that you didn’t really know him at all, while he knew everything about you. How could you be so naive? You felt sick to your stomach knowing that you had entrusted a complete stranger with details of your personal life. You needed to cut him off.

Another week went by and you had received 5 letters from him. You haven’t even opened them yet. You were too nervous too.

It was when you received a call from an unknown number that you felt your gut sink. You hesitantly answer the call.

“Hello?” You softly ask. You weren’t sure who would be calling you at such an hour but the reply on the other end made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Is this (your full name)?” A man’s voice on the other end of the phone sounded scared. Like he was afraid of something. “You need to leave your house immediately and head to the police station to get to a safe house. You’re in danger.”

“Danger?” You softly ask, your body trembling as you glance around your home in fear. Why would you be in danger? You weren’t a criminal…

“Jun Guevara and a few other prisoners broke out of prison.” The words sunk in and you felt your blood run cold. You couldn’t hear anything else the man said. You hung up the phone and automatically made your way over to your desk that had five unopened letters on it. You ripped open the letters Jun had sent you to see what he wrote. Your eyes widening from each sentence.

‘Are you alright, meu quierida? You haven’t responded in awhile and I’m worried about you. I assure you that you have nothing to fear. I promise I’d never hurt you.’

‘Meu anjo. Please reply. I’m starting to get really worried about you. Did something happen? You didn’t hear anything from those porcos about me did you? I swear I’m not as dangerous as they say! At least… not to you. I’d never harm a hair on your head. I love you.’

‘Meu linda. It’s been almost a week. Please reply. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Just please respond. Please let me know you’re okay. That you care about me too. Was my confession too bold? I have been told I can be quite intense at times. I just have a burning passion for you, meu bebe. I just love you so much, that I can’t bear to lose you. Just please answer.’

‘Meu bem, I’m going to break out of prison and find you. I can’t bear this silence. It’s been over a week and now I think something has happened to you. Don’t worry, I’ll find you. I’ll save you.’

Your hands shook as you opened the last letter. Your eyes wide in horror once you realized it wasn’t sent from the prison… it was sent from a town over from you. And this was a few days ago…

‘Meu amor. I was able to beat up a porco to get your address! I successfully broke out and I’m coming to get you. We’ll be reunited soon okay? They can’t keep us apart. No one will! We’ll leave the states and go to my sovereign country where we can start a life together. Won’t that be lovely? You’ll be able to be on the beach all the time then!’

You stepped back from the letter as tears gathered in your eyes. You put your hand over your mouth to stop the cry from coming out. That’s when you felt something hard and warm pressed against your back.

You try to jump away but two muscular arms snake around your waist. The scent of coconut, musk, and white rum filling your nose as a muscular chest shakes with laughter.

“Meu amor… we’re finally together.” You’re spun around to face an incredibly handsome man. A warm smile on his face as his brown eyes soften at you. “God you’re even prettier in person… I’m such a lucky man.”

Jun bends down to press a kiss to your cheek. You freeze when you feel the stubble on his face tickle your skin. His calloused hands hold your jaw so he can get a better look at you.

“I’m so happy you’re alright, meu quierida. I was worried sick. How could you make papi worry so much?” Jun then chuckles, his lips peppering your face with affectionate kisses. “We’re together now so that all that matters… fate has united us come again.”

Jun then scooped you up into his arms, a smirk on his handsome face.

“How about we get out of here now? It won’t be long before the porcos show up and I really don’t want them to separate me from my wife.”

Before you could even get in a word, the pirate rushed you out of the door and towards a car full of prisoners waiting outside. He climbs into the back seat and secures you on his lap. What was going on?

“Guys? Meet my future wife, (your name)!” Jun excitedly introduced you to his peers. He links his fingers with yours. “We’re soul mates.”

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corvlth · 8 months

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#baki the grappler #baki #baki jun #jun guevara #jun guevaru #my art #artists on tumblr #fanart #shitpost

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ladythot · 1 year

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Pls Jun is smoking hot, how’re people sleeping on him ❗❗❗

RIIIIIIGHTTTT LOOK AT HEEE!!!!!!!!!!

And let's not forget about this one particular follower of his<333

#jun guevara #Jun guevaru #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki #he sure taught his followers well how to smirk #he also made sure they were hot

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idontthinkimokaymentally · 4 months

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Hello there Jun Guevaru fans.

#jun guevaru #baki the grappler

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 1 year

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Oooh! (Gevara, Yujiro, Retsu, Musashi) and the reader who has diction problems? she speaks fast, swallowing half the words and you can barely understand what she said. And if they ask her something, they see her thinking and thinking for a very long time, she freezes and looks into the void while thinking. But these guys have been in touch with their S/O for so long that they can probably understand her train of thought anyway (I'm sorry, I literally freeze and stare for a long time without blinking at the person who asked me a question)

I hope you liked it and that I wrote what you expected 🙌🙌

Situation: S/O with diction problems / S/O con problemas de dicción.

Character: Jun Guevara, Musashi Miyamoto, Retsu Kaioh and Yujiro Hanma.

Jun Guevara.

His S/O gives him so much tenderness when they just look at infinity while thinking when they ask them to repeat themselves, he will be by their side instantly to help them.

"What do you say, Corazón?" he would drop everything he did to pay attention to his S/O, he laughs and tries to guess when they are left thinking.

It took a period of trial and error to fully understand how his S/O thinks to "translate" what they meant, they practiced often.

He tends to answer / comment on what has said his S/O before clarifying to other people, this causes him to end up getting too absorbed in the conversation and forgetting to clarify others.

Musashi Miyamoto.

In fact, he already knows what his S/O says from the beginning.

It gets to a point where Musashi almost automatically responds to his partner, which can leave others out of their conversations.

When his S/O is surprised and tells him that they're glad he can understand them so well, it's his turn to be surprised, he just doesn't understand, don't the others understand what they say? But if they are always very clear.

He doesn't clarify what his S/O says, because he just doesn't think it's necessary. If they ask him directly to clarify what his partner says, then he will do it.

Retsu Kaioh.

It helps because it encourages his S/O to repeat and slow down the words, even though he thinks it's cute how they just stare at him while they think.

At the beginning, he was already trying to figure out what his partner is saying, so he already has a bit of an advantage.

He understands how thinks his S/O, the words they are often used, and the key differences that other people wouldn't notice otherwise.

He ends up clarifying for others when his S/O speaks as many times as necessary, "they meant…" or "they actually said…" is good to have around, both for his S/O and for those who don't understand.

Yujiro Hanma.

At the beginning, he mercilessly mocks his S/O, he simply makes some comment out loud when about how poor your vocabulary is and how something as simple as speaking is difficult for you.

He is not nice.

However, over time he gets bored and gets used to it.

He is now able to guess with exact precision what his S/O means, while the rest are not able to catch one of the phrases too quickly and with incomplete words, Yujiro can follow the conversation without a problem. .

"What they said was…" if he gets irritated enough, but not too much he can clarify what his S/O says, other times he just makes fun of others because, according to his own words "They speak clearly at that moment."

Versión en español.

Jun Guevara.

Su S/O le da tanta ternura cuando solo mira al infinito mientras piensa cuando le piden repetirse, él estará a su lado al instante para ayudarles.

"¿Qué dices, corazón?" dejaría todo lo que hacia para prestar atención a su S/O, se ríe y trata de adivinar cuando se quedan pensando.

Le tomo un periodo de prueba y error el comprender totalmente como su S/O piensa para "traducir" lo que quisieron decir, practicaban seguido.

Tiende a responder/comentar lo que haya dicho su S/O antes de aclarar a otras personas, esto hace que termine por ensimismarse demasiado en la conversación y olvide aclarar a los demás.

Musashi Miyamoto.

De hecho, él ya sabe lo que su S/O dice desde el principio.

Llega a un punto en el que Musashi responde casi automáticamente a su pareja, lo que puede dejar fuera a otros dentro de sus conversaciones.

Cuando su S/O se sorprende y le dice que le alegra que pueda entenderle tan bien, es su turno de sorprenderse, simplemente no entiende, ¿los demás no comprenden lo que dice? Pero si son muy claro siempre.

Él no aclaro lo que su S/O dice, porque simplemente no cree que sea necesario. Si se lo piden directamente que aclare lo que su pareja dice, pues lo hará.

Retsu Kaioh.

Es de ayuda porque incita a su S/O a repetir y pronunciar más despacio las palabras, aunque cree que es lindo como se queda mirándolo mientras piensa.

Al inicio ya estaba intentando descifrar lo que su pareja dice, por lo que ya lleva algo de ventaja.

Entiende como piensa su S/O, las palabras que frecuenta usar y las diferencias claves que otras personas no notarían de ninguna otra forma.

Termina aclarando a otros cuando su S/O habla todas las veces que sean necesaria, "quiso decir…" o "en realidad dijo…" es bueno tenerlo cerca, tanto para su S/O como para aquellos que no le entienden.

Yujiro Hanma.

Al inicio se burla despiadadamente de su S/O, simplemente hace algún comentario en voz alta cuando sobre lo pobre de tu léxico y como te es difícil algo tan simple como hablar.

Él no es amable.

Sin embargo, con el tiempo se aburre y se acostumbra.

Ahora es capaz de adivinar con una precisión exacta que es lo que su S/O quiere decir, mientras el resto no es capaz de captar una de las frases demasiado rápidas y con palabras incompletas, Yujiro puede seguir la conversación sin problema.

"Lo que dijo fue…" si se irrita lo suficiente, pero no demasiado puede aclarar lo que su S/O dice, otras veces solo se burla de los demás porque, según sus propias palabras "hablo claramente en ese momento".

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