Sunflower Boy 🌻

After like 5 bajillion years I’m finally working on my “The gang find Lloyd as a baby” AU! Which still does not have a name, I need to work on that lol

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Baki Hanma (OVA)

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MILES 42 Spoils you

Warnings: None.

(Dont know who the artist it but props to them. Amazing stuff)

Miles loves to spoil me. He's got plenty of money, thanks to the buyer's market for fancy gadgets and Miles' insanely smart brain, and a few choice investments. Money was no longer a problem for him. He had paid off his mothers mortgage and the only reason why Rio still worked was because she respected her own independence. 

The gift giving started off slow. The appreciation I showed fuelled his desire to gift me anything and everything. 

I started catching onto his antics and shut it down.

“You like that one Mami?” I felt Mies place his hands on my hips from behind as he peeked over my head at the small stuffed animal on display in a window.

“No,” I flatly refused, going to step away only for him to hold on tighter pulling me back. Miles was stronger than me by a long shot. So my attempt to escape was easily foiled. I could see his smirk in the reflection as he moved to encase my body in his arms resting his chin on the top of my head.

“The green or the blue?” he asked.

“Neither,” I muttered.

“Come on Mami, Which one?” he asked, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“I was just looking at the cute cashier,” I stated without thinking.

“Who the old lady?” he asked with a smirk. Looking at the cashier, I grimace slightly.

“Come on Mi Amor,” he coaxed his lips, finding himself a sweet little spot on my neck.

“Nope,” I popped the p.

“Mi vida, Hermosa, Mi Alma, Mi Amada, Cariño, Mi Reina, Bebe,” with each pet name his gentle pecks got more intimate. Trailing down my neck and sending my cheeks a flame. Finding my sweet spot rather easily my eyes widened as he started to suck on it, fully intent on forming a hickey. Pushing the pleasant shiver it sent though my body I cleared my throat. 

“Fine!” I suddenly declared. He smirked giving the spot one last peck before straightening up.

“The blue,” I muttered trying to fix my hair pretending that the kisses had not affected me in the slightest. 

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Staring at the blue teddy on our bed I huffed in defeat. 

Yet as I started to shut down his habit he found ways of literally forcing me to accept it. Whether it be teasing me to the point of acceptance or just flat out ignoring me as he bought the item. The honeymoon period of him actually listening to me diminished in less than a month. Hell I had even tried returning items, Miles caught on and started refusing the receipts when he purchased stuff. 

So I made it my mission to not go shopping with him anymore. I succeeded mostly yet sometimes he would still pop up. 

It was working to an extent. 

Until one day when we went to watch a live performance in the park with Jessica, my best friend and Shiro. I guess you could call him Miles' best friend. The performance was canceled last minute so Jessica decided that we should go shopping. I tried to refuse but Jessica was like Miles in a way. Wouldn't take no for an answer. So there we were walking through a clothing shop. Miles hung closer to me watching and waiting for any reaction I would have. Any slight hint that I liked something and his card was out. Luckily for me I had been practicing the art of deception. The whole time I kept a millstone smile on my face. Miles hated it.

“You're not fooling me with that smile,” he whispered into my ear. 

“Oh really? Well I wonder why your cards are nice and snug in that wallet that hasn't left your pocket,” I stated smugly, giving him a wink before turning back to Jessica that held a shirt to her chest asking for my opinion. 

“What's up with him?” Jessica asked, nodding to Miles who now wore a slight frown, more than usual.

“I won't let him buy me anything,” I muttered.

“I'm sorry. You're not letting him buy you stuff? Are you sick?” she asked, reaching for my forehead pretending to check my temperature.

“He gets me too much stuff,” I muttered with a small smile pushing her hand away as we walked to the other rack leaving a moody Miles behind. 

“And that's a problem, how?” she asked. “You have a sugar daddy and you're not using him,” she tisked going back to looking at things. I hated the feeling that settled in my gut at her words. I know she was just joking but it still hit me deep.

“Hey Mami, we're gonna go check out some things I'll be back,” Miles muttered, gently tapping the side of my hip as he stepped up behind me.

“Ok, meet you at the food court?” I suggested.

“In an hour?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.

“Now that they're gone we can actually do some shopping,” Jessica said wagging her eyebrows. She dragged me straight towards Victoria's secret. I wasn't gonna lie, I had a good time. Trying things on. Looked at everything that caught my eye without the worry that Miles was gonna buy it. I even bought a nice jacket for Miles. Seeing him sitting down I walked up behind him reaching around to cover his eyes with one hand.

“Hands out,” I demanded with a smile. Miles put his phone down holding his hand out. Placing the bag in his hand I pulled my hand back wrapping my arms around his neck as he opened it. 

“What's this for?” he asked holding the jacket up. 

“What can't I spoil my man?” I asked, giving his cheek a quick peck before sitting down next to him. He chuckled lowly at my words absolutely loving how I called him ‘my man’

The next day I got back from work walking into our apartment.

“Miles, I’m home,” I called out rounding the kitchen and stopping upon seeing a pile of bags on the dinner table. 

“Hey mami,” he called from the couch, keeping his eyes on the television.

“Miles,” I sighed, already knowing what was in those bags. 

“I really don't see what the big deal is,” he shrugged, already knowing what my sigh was for.

“Miles,” my tone was more serious now, it snapped slightly and my anger appeared. Miles' head tilted to the side slightly at it. I rarely held this tone. But I had had enough. It was getting out of hand. Miles and I rearly fought. And our fights were mostly me ranting and Miles using a calm tone as he listened. 

“What's that tone for?” he asked. 

“You know what it's for,” I snapped, chucking my bag on the table looking over it all. Hearing the TV shut off I refused to turn around as he approached me.

“Mami,” he whispered.

“Don't Miles, I'm mad at you right now,” I shook my head walking away from him.

“Babe, come on,” he sighed.

“No Miles, you just don't listen, do you know how frustrating that is?” I ranted ripping my scarf off.

“It's not like you listen to me all the time,” he shrugged, leaning against the door frame of our room. My head snapped to him in a glare that had him sighing again.

“What's got you so wound up. Huh?” he asked softly. That stupid soft understanding tone. That one that held no anger. That's why I hated arguing with him. He never got angry. Never. Frustrated maybe.

“Jessica called you my sugar daddy,” I whispered under my breath, kicking off my shoes.

“Sugar Daddy. Well I like the sound of that,” he mused with a small smirk.

“Miles,” I huffed.

“Aight aight. Lo siento,” he held his hands up in defense.

“So am I gonna have to pry what's bothering you out of ya or?” he trailed off.

“I don't want you to think I'm with you just because of your money. I don't like it, it's so fucken stupid and it makes me feel sick,” I continued to rant moving about the room.

“Mami, hey hey, come er,” he walked forward gently grabbing me, pulling me out of my pacing. His hands rubbed up and down my upper arms as he whispered to me in spanish trying to calm me down.

“Why would you ever think that?” he asked with a frown.

“It's not just me. Other people say it,” I muttered.

“Did those other people know that you were with me when I had a whole total of two dollars to my name. Where my idea of an expensive date was a trip down to the seven eleven and a push bike ride to the lookout?” he asked reminiscing on when we had first gotten together. 

“Well no,” I muttered.

“And do they know that you work an honest job and against my wishes pay for your own things. That you pay for what you think is half the rent when really I already bought the apartment and put that money into a savings account that I would have told you about when we had our first kid so you wouldn't stress about buying stuff for em?” my eyes widened slightly at Miles casually mention of not only lying to me about the rent but the talk of a kid. I should be really angry at him for lying to me. But all that was running through my head was a kid. 

“You want kids?” I asked softly. We had never talked about kids before.

“Who wouldn't want a little you runnin round?” he asked with a small smirk. My chest flushed with warmth at the sincerity in his eyes. 

“Why don't you?” he asked.

“Of course I wan- No wait. I'm getting distracted. You've been lying to me! MIlES!” I snapped.

“Mi amor you're angry, How about  we calm down,” He suggested his arms moving to encompass me.

“No, I will not calm down,” I huffed trying to get out of his hold.

“Ok,” he shrugged before tipping us back, myself hitting the bed and him flopping down atop me.

“Miles!” I yelled trying to wiggled out from under him.

“Hum?” he hummed, not moving an inch. 

“God you can be so frustrating,” I huffed, giving up on my struggle. 

“I'll get up when you calm down,” he muttered simply. I gave one last shake before huffing again. 

“You know I read somewhere that adults who can't accept people buying nice stuff for them is because when they were a kid their parents would say stuff was too expensive. Messed with the kids mind and made them think they aren't worthy of being gifted stuff,” Miles mumbled. Hearing that my mind instantly snapped back to when I was young. Money was tight growing up. My parents tried their best to shield it from me but I was smart enough. Seeing my parents so worried about paying rent, I guess it could have left a mark.

“Stop trying to be smart,” I huffed. Miles was smart. Crazy smart. As in genius einstein smart. 

“You deserve the world Mami. And I'm the one that's gonna give it to ya,” he whispered softly.

“I don't need the word Miles. I only need you,” I whispered my arms moving around to hug him, my hand gripping the back of his shirt. Rolling us onto our sides he shifted me up so we were looking at each other. 

“Who else am I gonna spend my money on huh? I send a bunch to charities. I look after my mum as much as she will let me. At least you let me buy you stuff,” he muttered.

“Let you?” I propped an eyebrow.

“Yes Mi Vida. You let me, even though you try not to,” he grinned. I sighed, shaking my head reaching up to grab his face.

“I love you Miles. I love YOU, Not your money. Not this apartment. I would love you if you had not one penny to your name. You know that right?” I asked. I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know. For a long time he simply stared at me. In his mind he wondered what he had done to deserve the love of such an amazing woman. He knew I didn't care whether or not he had money. But the main reason why he did what he did, why he sold his tech was to make a life free of such worries.

“I know,” he whispered, his own hand reaching up to cup my face. “ So let me spoil you. The whole reason I did it all was to make a life free of the worry of money. To make a good life for us,” he whispered honestly. I pressed my lips together. He had a point.

“Fine. but only once a month,” I huffed.

“Once a month?” he asked, pretending to be appalled.

“Fine once a week,” I muttered. He grinned, pulling me into a sweet kiss. I smiled, trailing my finger down his chin as he pulled back.

“Say, you busy this evening?” he asked.

“Why?” I asked.

So there I sat. On the handlebars of Miles' old push bike. In one hand I held a slushy. I wore the biggest smile on my face as we rode through the town, my hair gently billowing in the wind. Looking back I caught a glimpse of one of Miles' genius true smiles. A smile so wide and toothy that it showed his dimples. 

“You wanna know something?” I asked, turning back to the front. He hummed, signaling for me to continue.

“This has got to be the best date yet,” I said. 

“I guess it's alright,” he mused.

The Orange Blossom Special

*points at username* of course i named it after a fiddle tune

It was originally a dip pen test, with a bit of gouache for the orange. I love how wobbly the lines are and how imperfect it turned out (●'◡'●) inking traditionally is so much more enjoyable than digitally.

The Tits on this man

Art by Lena Rivo

Thank you Itagaki for too much 😭😭✨️✨️

Orchestraaaa*

Sorry if my english is not the best but im trying :")

NEW KOZUE CARD JUST DROPPED AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE. behold. the wonderful festive gal. this makes me wanna draw her in this outfit since it's so freakin cute. (you guys should too 😄)

Yandere Baki Series:

Daylight Dancer

Yandere Katsumi Orochi x Fem Reader

TW: yandere behavior

Slam! A fist roughly collided with a sandbag once… twice… thrice. Yet it didn’t feel like enough… it never felt like enough. Katsumi didn’t feel like enough.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to kill the thing.” Katsumi turned his head to see his adopted father, Doppo, stand in the doorway. “Something on your mind?”

Katsumi sighed before he gave his dad a slight smile. “You got me… it’s about (your name).”

Doppo clicked his tongue. His son has been enamored with that woman since childhood and he still hasn’t confessed… it was kind of depressing.

“What is it this time?” Katsumi sighed at his dad’s question before he tried to give a reading smile.

“Her and I have known each other for so long… I’ve like- no. I can see a future with her. Marriage and kids, the whole nine yards!” Katsumi shook his head and sighed. “I’ve loved her for years and yet… I don’t feel like I’m enough-“

“Katsumi. You’re running the Shinshinkai dojo at your age and you’re quite successful. You’re not bad on the eyes either.” Doppo chuckled. “So why don’t you feel like enough?”

Katsumi nervously shifted his gaze to the dojo’s floor. He couldn’t believe he was about to admit this… “I have a bit of competition-“

“Then grow a pair and confess.” Doppo crossed his arms over one another. The older man cocked his head to the side. “You’re making it more difficult than it has to be.”

“It’s Jack Hanma and Hanayama Kaoru… I’m not as big as they are-“

Doppo loudly laughed at his son’s plight. He was worried over height? Goodness, this was so cute, it was pathetic. “Katsumi, you will live your entire life regretting not telling her you love her.”

Katsumi froze when Doppo put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “And I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

Katsumi gave his dad a slight smile. “Thanks, dad. I’ll confess.”

.

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Katsumi beamed when (your name) arrived to the cafe he invited her to. The Karateka quickly shot up from his chair and embraced her in a hug, his muscular form easily picked her up to swing her legs back and forth. His heart fluttered at (your name)’s joyful giggles.

“You act as if we haven’t seen each other in months when it’s only been a week!” (Your name) gave Katsumi a bright smile, the same smile that always made his knees weak. Katsumi burned her sunny image into his memory.

(Your name) felt a blush crawl on her cheeks from how intense Katsumi’s gaze was. “D-do I have something on my face? You know you can tell me those sorts of things…”

Katsumi chuckled but gave her his signature smirk. “No, you’re just beautiful.”

Katsumi felt his chest swell with pride when her face turned into a shade of cherry red. How cute!

“You’re stupid…” Katsumi and (your name) moved to the table as they went over their menu together. They were childhood friends so there was no awkwardness, only playful banter. The kind that sailed more smoothly than any ship. The two of them were perfect together… and Katsumi just needed her to see that.

Katsumi sucked in a deep breath before he placed his menu down. “You’re probably wondering why I invited you here so suddenly…”

(Your name) perked up and gave Katsumi a smile. “I just figured you missed me. You’ve always been like this.”

Katsumi felt himself fill with hope. Yes… he’s always loved her. Being by her side was second nature to him, Katsumi needed her as much as he needed to breathe. His life would be meaningless without her or karate. She was his other half…

“This is hard for me to say…” Katsumi sucked in a breath. “I love you.”

(Your name) froze when Katsumi confessed, her heart hammered in her chest at his flushed expression. A few of his black hairs now disheveled as he shyly scratched the back of his head.

Katsumi’s pupils were dilated and his breathing was irregular, he was telling the truth… how could she not see it before?

“I have loved you for so many years and I was so scared to lose you. I was afraid…” Katsumi held his hands together. “I promised myself I’d confess if I won my fight with Pickle… but I lost. So I kept putting it off, I was hopeful to show my strength to you. That I was capable of protecting you from everything evil in this world… that I could provide you with whatever you need. It’s why I worked so hard to make the dojo better.”

(Your name) sat there as Katsumi continued to ramble, his face became redder by the minute. “I tried to forget it, but I couldn’t. There’s others that love you too, and I told myself that I’d be happy if you were… but that’s a lie.” Katsumi glanced up at (your name) who remained as still as water. “I would only ever be if you were with me. I don’t want to share you with any other man. I’d go mad if you had a child with another man or called him your husband… so I’m here today to tell you how I feel. I had to tell you or else I would regret it.”

Katsumi reached forward and held her hand. “So what do you say? Is this all one sided-“

Katsumi was surprised when (your name) leaned across the table and pressed a kiss to his hooked nose.

“Katsumi, I like you too.” (Your name) smiled at him. “Why do you think I was rejecting so many guys over the years?”

Katsumi froze before a dreamy smile crawled on his lips. The young man quickly went around the table to pull her into a hug.

The two laughed while Katsumi swung her around. He was so happy… he was so happy (your name) chose him.

There was no telling what extremes he was willing to go for her to say yes… her acceptance just made the entire situation that much easier! He swore he’d make her happy…

If only the two turned to glance out the cafe’s window to see a brooding Jack Hanma out there. And he was not happy.

I don't like Homework. It's make me sick😭