Baki Oneshots! Retsu X Reader..

Baki Oneshots! Retsu x reader..

Retsu Kaioh

Retsu absolutely adores you as his wife, for there was no other woman as perfect as you. You were all his. He loved how the two of you also took on traditional marriage roles as he is a bit more old fashioned.

Even so, Retsuyou did your best so tease him so boldly, which never went unnoticed . Today was one of those days… You woke up bright an early on a beautiful Saturday morning right next to retsu. You leave him in the bed, with a grin that only grows as you walk to your dresser.

The first thing picked out, is a red short. Tight. Skirt. Then a nice and tight but breathable white long sleeve, red and gold knee highs, and to complete the look the traditional gold hairpin hed gifted you. Your prized possession.

You knew exactly what you were doing as you pranced around the house, cleaning every possible surface. Bending under couches, tables, and the counter tops too, at every chance you could. It was obvious retsu was enjoying this, even if he didn’t show it. But to you his wife, you knew what that gaze meant. The last straw for him was you asking him

“Retsu, dear, could you please help me reach the fine china?” With your ass ever so bent over the counter.

“I’ve had enough dear.” He whisperer into your ever so sensitive ears. “Come to the bed room my lotus.” Retsu grabs your hands as you giggle and laugh, and whisks you into the room. “It appears you’ve been teasing me all day.. That’s not very good of you.” “What are you gonna do about it Retsu.” You laugh back.

Swiftly your bent over on his lap, as one of his big hands is smoothing your ass. “I just may have to punish you my lotus.” A hand is brought down onto your ass bringing a sting.

“Ah~ Retsu.”

He starts pulling down your skirt and panties to leave your bare ass below him. “Dressed like this all day, frolicking around the house. Teasing me, with your print”

“I’m so- RETSU.” You call out as he slaps your ass once more. “I’m not done speaking my lotus. I believe a lesson needs to be learned today..” He slides a finger up and down your wet slit.

“You’re so wet for me y/n” He whispers into your ears. Soon he begins rubbing your swollen clit making you whimper and mewl for more. “Please Retsu I’m sorry!” “Not yet.”

He slowly dives two fingers into your needy hole, curling them into your sweet spot. He knows exactly how to make you feel good.

“Ah Retsu I’m so close.” and then, he stops. He lifts you up and places you onto the bed, spreading your legs. “Retsu!” You whine. Retsu positions himself over you leaning down to whisper. “We’re not done just yet.”

He placed his knees onto your legs and releases his manhood to press against his wet pussy. Slowly flicking it up and down to make you beg for him. “ I can’t take it anymore Retsu.”

As he finally slides in, remarking at how tight and wet you are, you know he’s gonna edge the fuck out of you. Until your a throbbing wet mess unfolding onto him.

Classicaloid: A love story

A/N: I revamped this story from my friends old account. she made so many accounts for this one story..lol.. but I hope you enjoy it

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CHAPTER ONE: A HELPING HAND

Since the classicaloids returned from their vacations, like Liszt and Chopin tithe county, Beethoven to Germany, Schubert to wherever he got carried to, mozart as a “free spirit” as he calls it. Probably preforming lich meine asrch on someone, or getting it done to him thought kanae. She shivered at that idea. But regardless of mozart s weird kinks, the house was once again lively, something she had missed dearly. “I might as well go to the living room… see what the gang are up to. Probably destroying my hard earned cash or doing something crazy.” As she walked to the living room to her surprise Chopin was actually present sitting near Liszt san. “Wow Liszt San, you convinced Cho Chan to come out of his room?” “Well I promised him a favor. I don’t know what he wants but… I’m up for anything that cho Chan asks me.” she says that part seductively receiving a blush from him. “Keep it in the bedroom. Let’s chat then?” “Yes my dear kitten. So, what’s up with you and…..”

Suddenly, the door abruptly opened and in walked Tchaikovsky yelling “LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!! I BROUGHT BEER… YOU! MAKE ME FOOD GIRL” “I’m going back to the room”… Liszt snatched Chopin back though. “Did clasky-klasky split up again tchaiko?” asked Liszt. “Temporarily. She’ll come crawling back to me though. I just know it.” “Anyways isn’t Bach Sama like so fine. His skill, and broad shoulders, makes me just quiver thinking about him!” says tchaiko. “Guess who’s behind you.. akira” “of course she is.” “WHAT is that I hear about my Bach Sama.?” “Y’all aren’t dating though” said everyone in unison. Akira just sighs and replies one day we will. “Oh, to let you know kanae, Bach sama is currently getting ready to enter the house to talk to you about your father and other aspects. Lucky.” “Whatever.. now leave please” replied kanae. “The nerve of that lady!” States kanae and tchaiko chan. “She’s just driven by love! TRUE LOVE!!” “No she’s just mean. I bet Bach sama doesn’t feel the same way.. hmph.” says Tchaikovsky

Then two people walk into the room from the kitchen. It was Beethoven and mozart. “Girl can you wash our shirts? I was making delectable gyoza and mozart ran into me, and it got on the shirts.” Kanae didn’t pay attention to the words, only that they… were shirtless. While she was a blushing mess she said “U-uh… you boys can’t just waltz around with no shirts on…” “why kanae don’t you like our bodies. I think I look hot.” says mozart. But to his surprise he notices her staring at Beethoven. “KANAE! What does beethos San have that I don’t. LOOK at me kanaee?” “M-muscles.” “Mmph.” he grunts. Mozart seems kinda of hurt but then has a eureka moment. “That’s ok I guess… since he likes you so much. Hehe.. Anyways I’m gonna roller blade again.” Broken from her trance she yells not in the house. She didn’t need to be a simp for men just like her friends. She needed to be firm and commanding. “So girl, u-um. Do you wa..”

“ SENPAI!!!” “Oh how I missed you Beethoven senpai.” “LIFE IS BEAUTIFUl” Suddenly kanae snatched his baton out his hand looking like she was having none of it. “There will be no musiking inside my house. Unless you have money.” “MOnEY MonEy MoNey… that’s all you talk about.” “Wait you weren’t here the whole time?” asked Beethos. “No senpai.. I was out fishing for you and then that damn kite took me off to the carribean, then Africa, and back here over the span of around two months. Then it dropped me off in front of the house actually Bach sama is coming in as we speak.” He has arrived. Everyone watched as bach entered the house. “Damnnnn he is so fine!!” jeered tchaiko. “Why good evening Tchaikovsky.” “Of course, good evening to you ms kanae.” “Since everyone is doing random things that are not appropriate for our guest to be seeing, want to talk upstairs?” “Why not. Lead the way darling.” “Aww come on.” Jeered tchaiko and akira. Beethoven didn’t know why he felt so weird at that comment on kanae. Did he have feelings for her. “Is it fate?” he asked out loud. “What is fate beethos. You and kanae!?” “N-no what?” “Hmm whatever you say.” Then Liszt pulled out her phone and texted someone something.

Some time went by like around 30 minutes until he heard Bach yell and Kanae scream. Beethoven and mozart had never run faster in their entire lives. To their horror they see Kanae under a shelf and Bach sama lifting it off her. As he picks her up she curls in his arms. “Are you ok ms kanae?” “M-mm.” She falls asleep…. When she arises, she sees Beethoven next to her in her bedroom, just sitting by the bed. “B-bethos?” “What are you doing here? What happened to bach sama.” “Well after you got knocked out we carried you into here, a-and I sat by your side. You know kanae, I was really worried about you.” he said with tears streaming down his face. As she cupped his cheek she spoke, “Thank you beethos san and motes kun too. I’m sorry you had to worry so much. I guess the bookshelf fell on me after I was handing Bach sama some items. At least I’m not more hurt.” “That’s great kanae, me too. I- I guess I’ll leave now. If you need me let me know.” “Wait Beethoven.” “Can you please stay… and lay with me?” “Was?” “Please.. it would make me feel better.” And so he reluctantly got into her bed and she pulled her arms over him to cuddle her. It took a bit for both of them to fall back asleep as they were both embarrassed blushing messes. It felt so right however.. their bodies were so warm and snug together. Normally, whenever she was sad or something was wrong she would lay here and cry or hug her pillow, but today she had Beethoven, her beethos.

When they woke up, or rather abrubtly woke up the next morning at around 6:50 to Liszt saying “ooh, how are you my kitten did you sleep well?” all said with a smirk on her face. “Oh to be young and in love. Technically I’m still young in this body and I better make use of it. In that case I’ll go out with cho Chan. Have beethos take care of you!” “Also Tchaikovsky also left with Bach to try to patch things with badazerwksy.” “So it’s gonna be for a bit but she/he will be Bach soon.” When Liszt left kanae spoke. “Hey ludwig,” while staring into Beethoven blue eyes. He said “could you say that again?” “Ludwig?” “I really like that kanae and you are free to call me that. I also have always preferred that name if I’m being honest.” “Well saying beeths is a habit, but I’m sure to break it.” “Thank you and Hey kanae, this had me thinking. Could you go out like on a date with me?” She was taken aback but since she had butterflies when with him, she happily accepted. “Yes Ludwig I would love too.”

CHAPTER TWO: A PERFECT DAY

Beethoven and Kanae planned the date a few days later on Saturday, at a nearby restaurant. It was a Japanese and German cuisine that gave our free meals to couples over 18 on saturdays and you know they took advantage of that. Beethoven even laughed in kanaes ear and whispered. “Don’t we look good together we sure sell it.” He giggled. “It is fate!!” He yelled. All eyes were on them for a few moments and they then returned to picking at their food. Beethoven decided to ordered German fries and Gyoza and Kanae ordered ramen with bavarian pretzels. The two came to a conclusion on desert, a milkshake with two straws. While eating Kanae wanted to start talking so they brought up random things like favorite foods , colors and animals. Eventually Kanae expressed she missed Wagner. “You know beethos san, I really miss Wagner and I know sosuke misses pad kun and dvorak.” “Well I kind of hate the little brat. He tried to kill me remember?” “I can see where you’re coming from. I even stopped talking to him for a while but now that he’s sixteen, we’ve reconnected.” “I guess people deserve second chances.” As the two continues to talk, she couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes and felt like kissing him so, she did! “Woah girl.” “Same to you ludwig.” “What was that for.” He joked. “I just got lost in your eyes… and your gorgeous personality, and how your so gifted except at gyoza.” She chuckled. “Kanae, I can say the same for you. Your beautiful, fearce, pretty hot when your angry, but I’d like to let you remember that I’ll always be here for you.” ears welled in her eyes and she grabbed his hand. He blushed and gave her a warm smile. “Where should we go next?” “I love that idea beethos. How about a date to the beach soon.”

It was around 3 days later and so they went to the mall together for new swimwear since they both needed some. She picked a cute orange two piece and he got red swim trunks. In the car, kanae decided to let Ludwig drive. Since she has been giving him lessons that he’s excelled at. On the way his body involuntarily put his hand on her thigh and she blushed but held it on there. “I-uh kanae?” “It’s okay beethos.. I like it!” Man was he smooth. The two frolicked about on the beach playing shark and Marco Polo and even got some ice cream they shared. They took turns licking it…. Kisses be like….. “Girl, you have ice cream on your face.” He wipes it with a napkin. Out of knowwhete Liszt yells its love! And did her lil moaning music thing. “LOVE IS MUSIC!!” And she had everyone dance. The history books say Beethoven couldn’t dance on beet(heheh) but he was still a good dancer with Kanae. After it ended Beethoven kissed Kanae and she drove deeper into it. They end up making out on the secluded side of the beach. He loved her and would make sure to tell her soon. Liszt walked up with Chopin and Bach and Tchaikovsky and just about everyone saying”I Won ThE BET! Two weeks ago we made the bet he’ll make a move and I won!! “Hey you used Musik tho that’s cheating” said bada. “In this case I would like to announce for Bach and akira that they are dating!” “LISZT SAN!!” LWho hoooo said everyone (Kanae and Beethoven still blushing and embarrassed) Then Tchaikovsky said “damn it I missed my shot but bada, would you like to date me too? We’ve been together so long we are practically an old married couple. Also your beautiful and so dominant.” “Sure but if you drink more no more claskey klasky again!” And they kissed too. “SO MucH LoVe. ITS TOO MUCH!” Liszt said almost fainting. “Cho Chan come here “ and she hugged and kissed him. He blushed so hard and was murmuring stuff to himself. Well we are all couples now so how about y’all said Liszt ? Beethoven and Kanae said, you know what let’s give us a try! And they kissed once more. “bEETHoVeEn SeNpAi!!!! Help me Mozart is trying to kiss me and charm me over! I won’t be seduced by him please save me!!” “you can deal with this beethos.” And kanae walked away. “He probably likes you. You’ll fall to his charms eventually schubert.” “NOO PLEaSE HELP ME SENPAI!”

Beethoven looked at Schubert like a cockroach which had happened to just have latched onto his leg. “AH! Get off,” he yelled.

“KANAE, PLEASE WAIT,” said Beethoven, still attempting shaking Schubert off of his leg, “GIRL DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THIS MANIAC!”

A/N: PART TWO COMING SOON

Uvogin x Thief reader!

Here’s Part 1 of Uvogin z Thief Reader!!! It’s an upgrade to a really old fanfic of mine and I’m very happy about it! Gonna be a slow burn but a very well written descriptive story!

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You're not the type to back down, are you?" The sly voice echoed through the dimly lit corridor, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

Y/N, the notorious thief known for her unmatched agility and uncanny ability to vanish into thin air, found herself in a tight spot. Cornered by a group of individuals who were equally adept in the art of theft and deception—the Phantom Troupe.

She had come to the auction hall to pilfer the latest set of rare artifacts, a prize that had eluded even the most skilled hands in the business. But as she held the gleaming treasure in her grasp, she felt the air thicken with the presence of her pursuers.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the unmistakable aura of Chrollo Lucifer, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. His crimson eyes bore into her as he offered a thin smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," he said, his voice like velvet over a sharpened blade. "But I'm afraid you're in no position to decline my offer." The other members of the troupe emerged from the shadows, their faces a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Y/N, with the artifacts clutched tightly in her bag, took a step back, her mind racing. Join them? Impossible. But she knew better than to underestimate the ruthlessness of the Phantom Troupe. Her options were slim—join or become their next victim.

She met Chrollo's gaze with defiance, her jaw set. "What makes you think I'd ever consider joining a bunch of thugs like you?"

-^1: Y/N, a renowned thief, is caught by the Phantom Troupe at an artifact auction. Chrollo Lucifer, their leader, is impressed by her audacity and offers her a place in the group. Surrounded by the troupe, she considers her options, knowing their reputation for ruthlessness.-

The air in the corridor grew tense as the troupe members exchanged glances. Chrollo's smile grew wider, revealing a set of sharp teeth. "Ah, a challenge," he mused, "how delightful." He gestured to the burly figure standing behind him, "Take her to the room we've prepared. She'll think it over."

Y/N was marched down the corridor, her hands bound with an unbreakable Nen thread that burned at the slightest struggle. The room they brought her to was surprisingly spacious, with a single bed, a table, and a chair.

The walls were adorned with weapons and trinkets, hinting at its usual occupant's tastes. As the door slammed shut, she looked around, realizing she was to share this space with Uvogin, one of the most feared members of the Phantom Troupe.

Uvogin leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his broad chest, watching her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "You're going to be a handful, aren't you?" he said, his deep voice rumbling through the space.

Y/N's eyes narrowed as she sized him up. Uvogin was notorious for his brute strength and volatile temperament. But she had a knack for reading people, and she could see the flicker of something else in his gaze—respect, perhaps. Or was it something more?

“It appears we are.”

"Looks like we're bunkmates," Uvogin said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate within the very walls of the room. He strolled over to the bed and plopped down, his boots hitting the floor with a thud. "Make yourself comfortable, if you can."

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Y/N took in the sparse accommodations, her mind racing with possible escape routes. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the fear show on her face. "I'd rather not get too cozy with the enemy," she spat, her eyes never leaving his.

Uvogin chuckled, his amusement clear despite his gruff demeanor. "You've got spirit," he said, his eyes glinting with something akin to admiration. "But you're not going anywhere until Chrollo says so." He leaned back, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. "But don't worry, I won't bite—unless you ask nicely."

The days turned into a tense dance of cat and mouse. Y/N tried to maintain her distance from Uvogin, but the confined space made it near impossible. She watched him, studied his every move, looking for weaknesses she could exploit. But every time she thought she had found one, he'd catch her eye and give her a knowing smirk, as if he could read her thoughts.

Uvogin, for his part, was surprisingly courteous. He never laid a hand on her, except to unbind her when she needed to eat or use the facilities. He'd even bring her food, though it was always cold and tasteless, a stark reminder of her captivity.

The other troupe members would come and go, trying to persuade her to join their ranks with various tactics—from sweet-talking to outright threats. But she remained firm, her resolve unshaken.

. Uvogin's courteous behavior surprises her, and she remains unshaken by the Phantom Troupe's attempts to recruit her.

Nights were the hardest. The silence was deafening, filled only with the occasional snore from Uvogin and the distant echoes of the city outside. She'd lie there, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, her body tense and ready to spring into action at the slightest sound.

But each night, she'd also find her gaze drawn to Uvogin's silhouette in the moonlight, his chest rising and falling steadily. There was something almost…comforting about his presence, despite the danger he posed.

One evening, unable to stand the incessant whispering of her thoughts, she spoke up, breaking the heavy silence. "Why do you guys want me so badly?" she asked, her voice low and measured.

Uvogin stirred from his position, his eyes opening lazily. "You've got potential," he said, his voice gruff with sleep. "Chrollo sees something in you that could be…useful."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm not a tool to be used," she retorted, trying to keep the tremor of fear out of her voice.

Uvogin sat up, his gaze intense. "You're not just any thief," he said, his tone serious. "You've got a reputation, and not just for your skills. You're…different.".

Y/N felt a twinge of annoyance at his perceptiveness. She had worked hard to keep her emotions in check, to never let anyone see past her tough exterior. Yet here she was, confined with a man who could potentially crush her with his bare hands, and he was peeling back layers she had kept hidden for years. "What do you mean, different?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

Uvogin leaned against the headboard, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. "You've got guts, y/n," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But it's more than that. There's a…spark in you. A fire that refuses to be put out, no matter the odds." He paused, studying her in the moonlit room. "The troupe needs that kind of spirit."

Y/N scoffed, trying to ignore the warmth that his words kindled within her. "Flattery won't get you anywhere," she said, turning away to face the wall. But his words had planted a seed of doubt in her mind. Was she really so special? Or was this just another ploy to get her to comply?

The days grew longer, the tension in the room thickening with each passing hour. Y/N felt a strange pull towards Uvogin, a confusing mix of fear and attraction. She would catch herself watching him when he wasn't looking, studying the way his muscles moved as he sharpened his nails—his own brand of Nen. His eyes, though fierce, held a gentleness that seemed at odds with his reputation.

“Goodnight Uvogin.” Y/n promptly flipped her body to face the other direction. “Goodnight y/n!!” His voice boomed with happiness

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One night, unable to sleep, she found herself staring at the tattoo on his chest, a symbol of the Phantom Troupe. It was intricate, almost mesmerizing. "What's it like?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Being in the troupe?"

Uvogin's eyes narrowed, sizing her up. "It's family," he said, his voice gruff. "We watch each other's backs, share our spoils, and fight together. We're not just a bunch of thieves and murderes. We're something more."

Y/N rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. "And what makes you think I'd fit in?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

Uvogin's gaze softened, and for a moment, she saw a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. "You remind me of someone," he murmured, almost to himself.

"Someone who didn't take crap from anyone, no matter how powerful they were."

The room grew quiet again, and Y/N felt the weight of his stare. She knew he wasn't just referring to her skills; there was something personal in his words.

"Someone from your past?" she ventured, curiosity piquing.

Uvogin's expression remained stoic, but she could see the flicker of memory in his eyes. "Someone I cared about," he admitted. "Someone who didn't make it out of this life."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken understanding. Y/N knew all too well the pain of loss and the cost of the life they led. For a moment, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of something other than defiance—sympathy.

"I'm sorry," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Uvogin's gaze sharpened, as if surprised by her sudden show of emotion.

A moment later, she felt his hand on her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. "Don't be," he said, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "It's the life we chose."

Y/N looked into his eyes, seeing the weight of his words. For the first time, she saw the man behind the moniker, the pain and the loyalty that had driven him to this path. It was a stark reminder that even in a world of thieves and killers, there were moments of humanity.

"Why do you stay with them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Uvogin's hand lingered on her shoulder, his gaze searching hers. "Because," he began, his voice rough with emotion, "they're all I've got." He paused, his eyes flickering with something that looked almost like regret. "We're all lost souls, Y/N. Bound together by a thread of fate that none of us can cut. Besides I love violence, and making people feel pain.” His chuckles boomed with mischievously at his confession.

Y/N felt a pang of something unfamiliar—sympathy, perhaps—for this man who had become both her jailor and her confidant. "What was her name?" she asked softly.

Uvogin's expression grew distant, his eyes glazing over as he spoke her name. "Evangeline" he said, his voice thick with unspoken sorrow. "She was…special. Like you."

Y/N sat up, her curiosity piqued. "What happened to her?"

Uvogin's expression hardened, his grip on the covers tightening. "She was taken from us," he said, his voice a low growl. "By someone who didn't understand what family truly means."

"I'm sorry," she said again, the words feeling inadequate.

Uvogin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "We all have our reasons for being here," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find something more than just survival together in this life of murder, violence and thievery."

Y/N felt her walls cracking, the defiance she had clung to for so long slowly giving way to a strange sense of camaraderie. She didn't dare to hope, but the thought of belonging to something, to someone, was tempting.

Their eyes remained locked, the tension between them no longer just hostility, but something more complex, something that made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear. Without warning, Uvogin leaned in, his breath warm against her face, and for a moment, she thought he was going to say something else.

But instead, his lips met hers, the kiss firm and demanding, yet not without a hint of tenderness.

Y/N was taken aback, her mind reeling from the suddenness of it all. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself responding, her body moving of its own accord as she leaned into the embrace. “Uvo~”

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, the beat of his heart pounding in sync with hers. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of two souls finding an unexpected kinship in a world that offered them little warmth.

The kiss deepened, Uvogin's grip tightening, his hand tangling in her hair. Y/N could feel the strength in him, the power that made him feared throughout the underworld. But there was something else there too, something that made her heart flutter—the gentleness that lay beneath the hardened exterior. It was a contradiction that intrigued her, a softness she hadn't anticipated finding in this place.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Uvogin searched her eyes, looking for something she wasn't quite ready to give. "I've been thinking," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Maybe…maybe Chrollo's offer isn't so bad."

The room was still, the air thick with the weight of their shared secret. Uvogin's gaze searched hers, looking for any hint of deceit. "You'd really consider joining us?".

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of her decision. "I can see the bond you all share," she said, her voice steady. "And maybe…maybe I could find a place among you."

Uvogin's expression was unreadable, his hand still resting on her shoulder. "You're not just saying that to get out of here, are you.?" he asked, his tone a mix of hope and skepticism.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "No," she said, the word coming out stronger than she expected. "I've seen how you all are together. You're not just a bunch of thieves—you're a family."

Uvogin studied her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers. Then, slowly, a smile began to spread across his face. "Welcome to the Phantom Troupe," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You're going to need a new name though."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "A new name?" she echoed, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Uvogin nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yeah, everyone in the troupe has one. It's part of our identity. What do you want to be called?"

Y/N took a moment to ponder, her heart racing. This was a significant step, a declaration of her new allegiance. "How about 'Phantom Thief'," she suggested, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

Uvogin chuckled, the sound rumbling through the room. "I like it," he said, his eyes lighting up with approval. "It's got a ring to it."

The days that followed saw a shift in the dynamics of their captor-captive relationship. Y/N, now considering herself the Phantom Thief, began to open up to the other members of the troupe. They were an eclectic bunch, each with whose needles could slice through anything with ease;

Shizuku, the stoic and mysterious member who was unique. Her weapon being a vaccum that could suck up anything.

Machi, a radiant girl who was deadly as she was friendly.

, strikingly lesbian, yet a femme fetal who was as unpredictable as the tides;

, whose fiery aura and torturing blade skills were as mesmerizing as they were terrifying. Shalnark and phinks were very accepting and fun to be around.

Nobunaga, Uvogin best friend was chill, deftinkeu high all the time too!

Their banter, their inside jokes, their shared meals—it all started to feel eerily familiar. Y/N found herself warming up to them, their rough exteriors hiding hearts that were fiercely loyal to their own. And then there was Chrollo, the enigmatic leader with the eyes of a predator and the mind of a chess master. He watched her with a mix of amusement and scrutiny, as if she was a puzzle he hadn't quite figured out yet.

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One evening, as the troupe gathered in their makeshift headquarters, Y/N approached Chrollo, her eyes meeting his unwavering gaze. "I've been thinking about your offer," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Maybe I could get used to this life."

Chrollo's smile grew, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ah, the Phantom Thief decides to join the fray," he said, his tone light and teasing. "Welcome, my dear. We're thrilled to have you with us."

The next day, to Y/N's surprise, Chrollo suggested a shopping spree as a way to celebrate her newfound allegiance. "A little treat before the real work begins," he said with a wink.

The troupe split into two groups—the girls and the boys—each with their own set of goals. Y/N, Machi, and Pakunoda set off into the bustling streets of the city, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They darted in and out of stores, their laughter echoing through the alleyways as they tried on ridiculous outfits and poked fun at each other's choices.

Machi found a pair of gloves that she claimed would perfectly complement her Nen abilities, while Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of a sleek, black jumpsuit that seemed tailor-made for her new identity.

Pakunoda, ever the fashionista, held up a garish hat with a wide brim. "What do you think?" she asked, her cheeky grin lighting up her face.

Machi giggled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It's definitely…something," she said, holding it atop Y/N's head. "But maybe not for a Phantom Thief."

Pakunoda pouted playfully, snatching the hat away. "Fine, more for me then," she said, plopping it onto her own head and striking a pose. The three of them burst into laughter, the tension of their usual missions temporarily forgotten.

Meanwhile, the boys had taken a more laid-back approach. Uvogin, Feitan, and Phinks lounged in a nearby café, sipping coffee and watching the world go by.

Hisoka, ever the flamboyant one, had insisted on tagging along, his eyes scanning the crowd for potential…companions. More so children. "So, what do you think of our newest recruit?" Feitan asked, his tone casual as he stirred his drink.

Uvogin's gaze drifted to the memory of their stolen kiss, his expression unreadable. "She's got potential," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But she's still got a lot to learn."

“I think she’s a great woman, one id love to battle once more. Yet she holds not a candle to my Illumi~” Hisoka interjected. “What do you mean once more?” They asked the clown.

“we fought once, she took my precious Gon~ Away from me.” He pouted a bit. “Although I do say, it was quite ravishing.” “Why didn’t you say anything about this sooner hispka?” “It wasn’t in my best interes~” his face distorted into a lustful smile.

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The shopping spree continued, with the girls trying on everything from flashy jewelry to tight leather pants. They giggled and whispered conspiratorially, sharing stories of their past heists and the thrills of outsmarting their marks. Y/N felt a strange sense of belonging, as if she had finally found her tribe.

"So, Phantom Thief," Machi began, holding up a pair of fingerless gloves that were adorned with silver studs, "What's your specialty?"

“I’m a jack of all trades, but my best specialty would be my hand to hand combat. I possess the ability to deduce one’s pressure points. But it doesn’t work on people as advanced as you bunch.” She laughed at her words.

Machi's eyes widened in admiration. "Wow, you're like a real-life cat burglar," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Maybe you could teach me a few tricks."

Pakunoda leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I've always wanted to learn how to manipulate pressure points! Mind reading is only as far as anything goes.” she said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Imagine the kind of mischief we could get into!"

The three of them shared a knowing smile, the kind that spoke of shared secrets and future escapades. They left the store, their arms laden with bags filled with their new treasures. The city lights reflected off the various weapons and gadgets they had managed to 'acquire' along the way.

It was a strange juxtaposition—the laughter and camaraderie of friends on a shopping trip, all while planning their next heist.

As they meandered through the crowded streets, the girls couldn't resist the allure of a street performer's sleight of hand. Y/N watched, her eyes narrowed as she tried to discern his secrets. "Amateurs," she murmured under her breath, earning a smack on the arm from Machi.

But amidst the chuckles and gasps of the crowd, she heard a familiar voice, one that sent a jolt of recognition through her. "Yo, that's the thief from Yorknew!" It was Gon, his youthful exclamation cutting through the din.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see the young boy, now older and more seasoned, standing alongside his friends—Killua, Leorio, and the stoic Kurapika. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her pocket where she kept her lockpicks. Had they come to apprehend her? Or were they just here by coincidence?

Gon's eyes lit up with excitement as he rushed over, his friends following closely behind. "It's really you!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with the same enthusiasm she remembered. "Wow y/n , You're even more amazing than I thought!"

Y/N's hand froze over her pocket, her heart racing. She had hoped to avoid this confrontation, but it seemed fate had other plans. "Hi, guys," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Long time no see."

Gon's grin was as wide as she remembered it, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We never got a chance to thank you for what you did back in Yorknew," he said, his eyes searching hers. "You saved us from that crazy guy—Hisoka!"

Y/N felt a twinge of anxiety. How much did they know? Did they recognize her as the thief she had been that night? She forced a casual smile. "It was nothing," she said, her heart hammering in her chest. "Just a little…adventure."

Killua's eyes narrowed, his sharp instincts picking up on the tension. "You're not in trouble, are you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. "No, no trouble at all," she said, her smile forced. "Just out for a little…shopping spree."

Leorio eyed the bags in their hands, his gaze shrewd. "Looks like you're going all out," he said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Y/N forced a laugh, her heart racing. "Just living life to the fullest," she said, trying to keep her cool.

But Kurapika's gaze was unyielding, his scarlet eyes piercing through the facade. "Is that so?" he said, his tone measured. "You seem to have changed a bit since we last met."

Y/N felt the weight of his scrutiny, her heart pounding in her chest. She had hoped to keep her past life a secret from them, but it seemed fate had other plans. "You guys have changed too," she said, trying to deflect. "You're all so…grown up."

Gon's grin didn't falter. "Thanks," he said, puffing out his chest. "We've had our fair share of adventures."

Leorio leaned in, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, what brings you to the city?" he asked, his gaze flicking to the bags they held.

Y/N's mind raced. She couldn't tell them the truth—not about the Phantom Troupe, not about her new life as a member of the notorious group. "Just passing through," she said, her voice a tad too bright. "You know how it is with the life of a thief."

Killua's gaze sharpened, his instincts on high alert. "Y/n, you’re not in trouble with any hunters, are you?" he asked, his eyes darting around the area as if searching for signs of pursuit.

Y/N's pulse quickened, her mind racing for a plausible lie. "No, nothing like that," she assured him, her voice steady despite the rising panic. "I've just been…keeping busy."

Before she could say more, Uvogin's formidable presence appeared beside them, his eyes scanning the group with a hint of suspicion. "Looks like you've made some friends," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped to avoid this. "Guys, this is Uvogin," she said, her voice tight. "He's…an old acquaintance."

Gon's eyes widened with recognition. "Oh, you're with the Phantom Troupe!" he exclaimed, his excitement unabated. "That's so cool! Me and killua have already met them!!”

Y/N shot Uvogin a panicked look, but his expression remained unfazed. He simply nodded in greeting to the group of hunters. "We've got to get going," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "The city has more than enough to keep us busy."

Gon and his friends looked at each other, a mix of excitement and wariness crossing their faces. "Ah, right," Gon said, his smile faltering slightly. "We've got some exploring to do too."

Leorio stepped forward, his gaze still locked on the Phantom Troupe members. "It's been great seeing you again," he said, his voice a tad forced. "But we should let you get back to your…shopping."

Y/N nodded, her smile tight. "Yeah, we've got a lot to do," she agreed, hoping they would take the hint.

Machi and Pakunoda stepped in, sensing the tension. "Come on, Phantom Thief," Machi said, tugging at her arm. "We've got to get back before the boss starts to worry."

Their eyes met, and Y/N knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and nodded, turning back to Gon and his friends. "It was great seeing you all," she said, her voice genuine despite the fear bubbling inside her. "But we really should get going."

Gon looked crestfallen, but he nodded. "Yeah, we've got a lot to do," he said, his eyes still sparkling with excitement. "Maybe we'll run into each other again."

She hoped they wouldn’t. For kurapikas scarlet eyes had awoken in that ver moment, if anything they both could’ve been killed on the spot. If she ran into him again, or with another phantom troupe member they’d be fucked.

It really was a mess, but at least of all people, she had Uvogin.

Baki characters x Fem reader!

WARNING:SMUT! FLUFF! MINORS DONT INTERACT

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Yujiro Hanma

This man will literally make sure to smack your ass in public if someone is looking at you both. Jealous isn’t the word, but he WILL kill any man who hits on you. Yujiro will also make sure to leave bite marks all over your body to let EVERYONE know that you belong to him.. This man definitely has a breeding kink.( can’t blame me the show even practically says it) He’s obsessed with making the strongest kids to ever live, but even more so with seeing you cry when he slams into you too hard. Defo loves the power imbalance!

Baki hanma:

HES SO TOUCHED STARVED! (My mans😭) He lives for your affection. Baki definitely loves to hold hands and kiss you in public. (His love language) is pda and giving you little momentos of your relationship. You two go to a museum? He’s buying you a dinosaur plushie… Ok hear me out doesn’t Baki strike you as the type to hold your hand during sex? Tell you it’ll all be ok and that you’re doing so well? Definitely gives the best aftercare and cuddles.

Jack Hanma:

Jack absolutely adores you to the point where it’s unhealthy. If he could lock you away he would. The reason though is that you saw through his tough facade and all the scars and only saw a man who needed healing. Over time jack seems like he would get supeeeer flirty with you. To the point where he’s making innuendos a least 3 times a day just to get you flustered. Just gonna throw it out there- his cock is massive would practically rip you a new one if he put it in all the way lmao. Loves cuddling and carrying you everywhere after..

Katsumi:

Another man who lives for your affection. Int he start of your relationship he would stay over a lotttt and cuddle with you until eventually he moved in. Katsumi obviously brags about you to everyone he can and told his parents he was going to marry you a week into the relationship. Doppo and Natsue strike me as having Grandbaby fever.. But THIS MAN is sooo wholesome and blushes at the slightest touch you give him. If you egg him on however, it’s like flipping a switch and he becomes sooo dominant. Definitely going to be taking a few days off work…

Jun Guevara:

You two met at a dancing club and he was entranced with you since he’d seen you. Obsessive over you just like jack. Loves to take you sailing and gives you little seashells as gifts..can’t forget that this man is definitely a horny ass always tryna get into your pants. He be pulling out the Spanish being like “Mi amor I need you so badly..” as he kisses you. Okay but like Spanish guy so he finna love back shots no matter the ass(lmaoo) and probably missionary. Loves giving you his clothes and bandana after

Record of ragnarok- Taking a walk/hike

Hlokk-“Jack.. can you carry me up the rest of trail my legs hurt!!”

Jack-“of course darling. Let this be known though I reminded you to wear hiking shoes.

Hlokk-“It’s about the aesthetics and looking good..besides since I have you it’s all good.”

Qin huang- “I understand completely. I must make note of this to remind my palace staff to provide proper transportation in all situations.”

Shiva- “You never stop talking about how you’re royalty.. Get over it.”

Qin-“Oh really mr I am the strongest and most relevant god in India and I have good dance moves! Make way for the king!”

Buddha- “Raiden, do you think it’s annoying when they just never stop arguing? I do. They need to be chill and find nirvana with me.. true inner peace.”

Raiden-“You cant forget about snacks too.”

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Thor- “Lu, I’m going to sprain an ankle soon I bet.”

Obviously picking up on the suggestion he swiftly picked up Thor

Thor-“I could get used to this.”

Lu bu-“Your perfectly capable and more than strong enough to walk without injury but anything for you!”

Sasaki-“should we just run up to brunhilde and follow her instead of trailing behind these.. well bozos?

Poseidon-“I concur. It will take forever at this rate.”

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Brunhilde- “Greetings boys, after trekking up this mountain for train- I mean a fun outing, We are here! The field of flowers with a hot spring, cottage, and waterfall. Enjoy it..”

Buddha-“I LOVE YOU BRUNHILDE NIRVANA HERE WE COME!”

Raiden-“ILL RACE YOU TOO THE HOTSPRINGS?!”

Shiva-“You guys can’t forget about me!”

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With a massive splash the boys undress and ease their way into the hotsprings.

“Lets visit the waterfall kojiro, I can even show off my abilities there.”

“only if you make a rainbow.”

-hlokk- “Jack this field of flowers is beautiful.. truly takes my breath away.”

“These flowers can’t compare to your beauty.. my eyes are for you.. would you like a rose and some tea?”

“YES DARLING.. you treat me so well jack.”

-… Thor- “I know your not a man of so many words and neither am I but what about this cottage.”

Lu bu-“I don’t know about you but that bed looks pretty good right now..”

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Brunhilde-“I would say this was a successful miss- day out. I might as well join in on the hot springs as qin has made his way over there… and been dragged in.”

“RAIDEN AND BUDDHA!!! HOW DARE YOU.”

“LIVE A LITTLE emPoRER!”

“I guess boys will be boys.”

-A/N- (Lol it’s short but this is what I believe a day out would look like. I hope you enjoyed!!)

hi there could you maybe do some Headcanons for the baki characters when they see their S/O in a short skirt

Thank you for the question, I see where you’re going with this so I hope I deliver! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Yujiro Hanma:

You knew what you were asking for when you put on that skirt. It was a cute red miniskirt that hugged your curves so well, with just a little bit of your as peeking out. You smirk as you walk in front of yujiro swaying your hips, just begging for his attention. His eyes watch you intently, as you go to the kitchen to start preparing lunch. You reach up to the tall cupboards on your tippy toes, but you slip, and end up bending over thr counter instead. He’s had enough…

“You should really be more careful y/n, especially wearing such slutty clothing like that pretty little skirt.” His gaze is intense, cutting like a knife, as he stands over you, fondling your ass. “Yujiro..” a moan of his name escapes those pretty lips of yours, he loves it. “Stay just like that you little slut.” He says propping your ass higher up. As he rips that fucking skirt and soaked panties off you, his erection grows. “You’re such a fucking tease you know that.” Delving his three his long thick fingers into you, a gasp escapes those lips. “Yujiro, too much..” A sting erupts throughout your body, as his hand smacks your ass with such force. “Don’t give me that, you were begging for it like a slut in that skirt.” “No I was-“ Another slap is brought down.. “fuck yujiro!” You yell. This was all it took to bring that smug smile off of your face, but oh no, he wasn’t done.

Katsumi:

You’d just done some shopping, and one thing in particular caught your eye, a cute white skirt. As always when you shop for clothes, Katsumi wants to see you in every single possible outfit, because he adores you! “Katsu, does this look good on me?” You ask, finally wearing the white skirt, and a crop top. He’s absolutely enthralled, from the way your curves are hugged so tight, the way he can see just a little bit of ass peeking out. All for him. “I love it.” Katsumi smirks as he gets up and firmly picks you to bridal style. “Katsu!” You gasp. “I think we’re going to have to take a short intermission my love,” you blush profusely as he sets you onto the bed.

His kisses are so soft and warm, as they trail from to your neck, sucking your sweet spot. “Katsumi~” you cry out. “Yes baby?” You give him those beautiful hazy eyes and a soft whimper, so he knows just the thing to do. He contains eye contact with you as he drags your skirt down with his teeth, and panties with his fingers. I love the sight of her so wet and exposed for me “Why so wet y/n,” he smirked. “J-just shut up katsu.” “That’s not nice, I’m gonna have to punish you.” His tongue attacks your swollen clit, and laps at your folds. Every time you moan or cry out he goes even harder, sucking and kissing his possession. Only he gets to do this to you, to make you feel this good. “I love you y/n. You’re so beautiful! He says in between licks. “I love you too katsu~ I’m so close.” Finally, your orgasm arrives and he licks up every single drop. “Katsumi,” you say softly. “I know my love, but I don’t believe we’re done just yet. I just can’t help myself when you’re so beautiful, when you dress just like this for me.” He pulls your shirt over your head, and you just know you’re not getting back to trying on clothes.