Baki Characters X Fem Reader!

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

**Title: Seven Minutes in Heaven**

Short little fan fiction about Gon x Killua confessing their feelings in a game of seven minutes in heaven! There is Leorio x kurapika content too, but more so them being in love and supporting parents!

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The dimly lit room was buzzing with excitement and nervous energy. It was a typical night for the group of friends, but tonight felt different. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken feelings, especially between

a certain pair: Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck. They’d navigated countless challenges together, yet this simple game of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” brought the most formidable challenge of all: vulnerability.

Leorio and Kurapika sat together on the couch, their fingers intertwined. They’d long since settled into a comfortable relationship, and while they teased their friends about their obvious crushes, they couldn’t help but hope that Gon and Killua would finally take the leap.

“Kurapika, do you think it’ll happen today?”

“Maybe Leo~”

“Let’s hope, it’s getting tiring seeing them all shy.” “LEORIO!” Kurapika playfully smacked his arm.

“Alright, everyone!” Leorio announced, his voice cheerfully cutting through the ambient chatter. “If we’re going to play this, we need to set some ground rules. Only the brave shall proceed into the ‘heaven’ of that closet!”

“Don’t you dare call it that.” Killua rolled his eyes, suppressing a grin. His gaze instinctively flicked to Gon, whose excited smile made his heart race. Maybe tonight would unveil the feelings they’d both kept buried.

“Let’s get started!” Kurapika clapped his hands, his anticipation palpable. “We’ll draw names randomly, and everyone must take their turn. But… let’s keep Hisoka out of it, alright?”

Gon chuckled, but there was a tinge of worry in his eyes. Hisoka was unpredictable, and the thought of him alone with either himself or Killua made Gon's stomach churn

“Why not? I promise to behave!” Hisoka chimed, appearing out of nowhere, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. The flamboyant clown had a knack for drama, and the tension skyrocketed as he licked his lips, clearly reveling in the suspense.

“I think our odds of survival decrease significantly if Hisoka is part of the game,” Killua mumbled, his expression tinged with anxiety. “Babs, stop scaring the children.” Illumi interjected.

The games began, laughter and giggles punctuating the room as each participant disappeared into the closet for their seven minutes.

Kurapika and Leorio emerged first, their cheeks flushed, and their smiles a mix of triumph and giddiness.

“Leorio, it’s our turn what should we do.” “I think you know what, Kurapika.” “Do I~” his words were interjected by Leorio pulling Kurapika into a steamy kiss. “Leo..” Pika whispered.

The two emerged out of the closet looking flushed and slightly disheveled. “Oh my God, how unholy of you two~” Hisoka teased.

*CHROLL DESCENDS FROM THE HEAVENS*

“AH WHAT THE FUCK!” Killua screeched. “Did somebody call me?” Chrollo spoke. “Bitch get out of my house!” Kurapika responded. “

Pretty Kurapika, don’t be so mean to me.”

“HE’S TAKEN. IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Leorio charged at him.

“I think that’s my cue to leave, see you around Kurta~”

*Chrollo descends to hell*

“That was random as hell.” Illumi says while wheezing.

Finally, it was Gon’s turn to draw. “I got killua!! Yay come on.” “Baka! Don’t be so giddy.” Killua said blushing.

The rest of the group watched in anticipation, particularly Leorio and Kurapika, who were practically bubbling over with hope.

Just as the two boys stepped into the closet, the door creaked ominously. The moment it clicked shut, the familiar warmth of a shared space surrounded them. Time seemed to stretch, distorting their senses as they stood close yet uncertain.

“Um… so, what should we…” Gon began, his voice barely a whisper, filled with exhilaration and nerves.

, Hisoka swung open the door of the closet, a wide grin on his face. “I couldn’t help it! I need to protect my little Gon from… bad influences!” His tone dripped with mischief, eyes sparkling as they landed on Killua.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on him!” Killua growled, already outside of his comfort zone. The threat of Hisoka brought forth a primal urge to protect.

“Really? I just want to play!” Hisoka twirled, making a mock bow. “Is it so wrong for me to want to spend time with my favorite boy?”

. He glanced at Killua, who looked ready to unsheathe a blade at a moment's notice. The tension was palpable, a powder keg just waiting for a spark. “Killua it’s ok!”

“Hisoka, you have no right to barge in here,” Gon said firmly, surprising even himself. “You need to back off.”

“Look at you, so brave!” Hisoka laughed, unfazed. “But let’s see how brave you are alone — and how long Killua will stand by!”

Just then, Illumi stepped forward, his presence a cold shadow looming over them. “You should leave my brother alone, Hisoka.” His voice was low and menacing, and the room instantly quieted, tension thickening the air.

Startled, Hisoka held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! I was merely playing a game!” With a flourish, he stepped back, practically skipping away from them.

The closet door finally closed behind them again, sealing Gon and Killua in their moment. The silence stretched, heavy with half-formed thoughts. It was then Gon mustered the courage to break the ice.

“Killua, I…” Gon’s voice trailed off, the raw honesty flickering between them like a flame.

“I feel the same. I’ve always felt the same.” Killua took a step closer, their hearts now racing in rhythm. “But I didn’t know how to say it.”

Gon smiled—this was the moment he had yearned for. “Maybe we don’t have to say it. Maybe we just have to understand it.”

With that, they leaned closer, the past few moments fading away in the glow of their realization. The world outside melted into insignificance as they shared a whisper that only they could hear, the door of the closet forgotten.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the room outside, Leorio grinned at Kurapika, relief washing over them like a tide. Their friends had finally started to piece together the puzzle, and with his eyes on Illumi, Kurapika hoped that perhaps tonight, darkness would stay at bay.

“We knew it Kurapika, today was the day!!” He squeezed the blonds hand tighter. “They did it.”

As the minutes passed, their prayers echoed in silence, wishing for a world where love, no matter how complicated, could always shine brightly in dark corners, just like the love blossoming in the closet between Gon and Killua. And in a moment, the world outside would be forever changed.

Can you do a fanfiction about Darry or getting caught with Johnny. Even head cannons of the gang?

A/N: I will be making a head cannons one soon so please give recommendations to me! P-S. I’m guessing you meant a y/n fanfic. Also it’s kinda short but straight to the point I would say

CAUGHT WITH DARRY:

Last night was the best you’d slept in days.. probably because your boyfriend Darry Curtis was cuddling with you. You both loved to cuddle each other whenever you could and of course Darry was always the big spoon. At the beginning of your relationship you both were sleeping a bit farther from eachother(on the bed of course) but slowly you creeped together over time. ”Babe?” you called for Darry as you woke up since he wasn’t in the bed. You decided to walk out of your and Darry’s room and went downstairs to check for any sight of him

There you see the entire gang..yay. Two bit and Steve were of course eating a slice of chocolate cake spoiling their breakfast as daddy calls it and watching Mickey Mouse. Soda was on the couch and pony boy and Johnny were at the lot probably reading or something. Lastly, handsome ass Darry is in the kitchen making breakfast for the boys and yourself.There you are dar.” “Mornin sweetheart.” “Would you like some pancakes and eggs y/n when they are done?” “Sure.. thanks baby.”

“Get a load of this boys. Putting on a show y/n?” says dallas. Looking at yourself you realized you were wearing only one of Darry’s oversized t shirts and your underwear. “Sir Dallas Winston You better watch your mouth before you ain’t got any teeth to speak from it …Sweetheart go get dressed.” “Yes Darry.. whaddya think I should wear today ?” “A pretty dress!” With that Darry left the kitchen for to quickly slap your ass and give you a kiss.

To say the least Darry was an extremely respectable man. He was extremely hard working as he worked two jobs to support his brothers. When you both got serious you moved in with the boys and you made Darry’s job wayyy easier which he always told you.

Darry is definitely one for sweet talking you. He always makes sure to tell you how great you are and reminds you of your beauty. Sometimes when you or him feels down you two just cuddle or read some of pony boys books together. Another hobby of yours was…. Sex

You and darry have had sex before but as of lately he’s been so busy. With the gang, work, or your schedules don’t aline well. A few times you’ve had car sex with him, but it’s not the same or as intimate as it’s been before and once again it’s been a hot minute. You’ve been feeling pretty…you know what…. Lately and you just wished Darry felt the same about this pressing issue of yours.

Pony boy told you he was planning on going to the movies so you were waiting for him to ask the gang. “Would you guys want to go to the movies with Johnny and I?” “can I bring evie and soda pop bring lacy?” “Sounds like a plan Steve” pony boy replied. “Darry and y/n do you guys want to come with us?” “Pony boy they need their alone time. We’ve talked about this.” says soda pop. “Yeah pony boy. When a man and a woman love each oth—-dally.” “BYE BYE BOYS” you yelled and shut the door.

“Y/n do you want to watch a movie in the bedroom?” “Yes of course” you say seductively thinking it was a sexual innuendo. No no of course! it wasn’t. Darry however put on a movie for the two of you… a romance one. You’d hope you get some (LOL) and you did. Around 15 minutes into the movie he began snaking his hands up and down the sides of you. “God you smell so good y/n. I missed you… I need you y/n” You paused the tv and replied “I missed you too baby.. please make me yours Darry” He engulfed you in a passionate kiss and placed himself on top of you.

Darry began to straddle himself against you while you rocked your hips still while making out. “Sweetheart take off your clothes.” He sounded so demanding and dominant.. so sexy. “Yes daddy.” “That’s what I like to hear” he whispered in your ear as you unclipped your bra. Darry practically ripped your underwear off of your body and began to swirl his tongue around your cunt. As he began to finger it too you gasped. “Feels good doesn’t it y/n?” Y-yess baby. It’s feels really good.” “Looks like I still got it.”

He placed your hand on his crotch and you got the hint to stroke it for him. “Ah” he groaned. “Doing great s-swEEtheart.” “Darry I need more from you please .” “More what?” He replied smugly. “I need you to fuck me darry.” “My pleasure doll face .” As he entered you it became harder and harder to keep in your moans. “Daddy.” “D-Darry.” “Y/n! your doing so good. So tight for me..all for me.” He groans and moans whispering sweet nothing into your ear. “D-Darry I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!” “Give it to me sweetheart.” As you clench tightly around him, your cunt milks him for every last drop of cum it has.

Darry took it upon himself to strap down your legs with his hands and lick up your pussy. Stroking it and tasting you to him was the best part of your sex. Knowing what a great job he’s done. “Thanks baby for the meal and pleasing me. I can only hope I pleased you today.” “Yes you did darry… that was amazing.”

You’d come down from your high and carry suggested you both take a shower together. As he opened the door two bit Dallas and sodapop fell into you both face first. “What the hell is going on here.” asked darry. We could as you the same question” replies soda. “So how was he y/n?. Is he good?” “D-Darry I’m-I-m gonna cum!” Copies Steve. “Give it to me sweetheart” two bit replies. Feeling embarrassed and being that you’re naked with only a towel with just had to fall. “Wait Darry you’re kinda big. I bet you please y/n really well.” “I mean we heard her say he pleases her.”-two bit.”don’t forget about his “good meal”. Embarrassed and mad Darry replies “Excuse me Dallas and you two?” “You heard me.” “When I get my hands on you.” “Don’t fuck me like you did y/n” and with that all the boys ran out the house.

Baki x Reader Headcannons!

Jack Hanma

-You had fallen down a hill on during your morning hike

-That’s when you met Jack Hanma, an 8 foot tall beast of a man.. but he was so gentle carrying you back the way you came

-You thanked him profusely and offered to do something for him. He asked a date out of you

-This man would probably take you to the beach or to a fancy dinner (ngll take me out jack 👀 LMAO)

-After the first date going so well you both decided to go one one of your choice where he kissed you

-( MaKinG OuT WoUld kilL mE Omg)

-After you two started dating he couldn’t contain himself anymore and decided to ask you if you wanted to have sex

-Jack obviously is ginormous down theree so at first it hurt, but eventually he sped up the pace

-You didn’t walk for a week, but Jackiieeee Carried you everywhere anyways

-He definitely loves you so much all because you saw through that tough exterior of his.. The face only a mother could love, except you

(anD mE OMG THaT mAn is fine)

Kaoru Hanayama:

-I feel like he would see you on the street dancing or something even laughing and he’d be enthralled with you from that moment on

-Hanayama definitely would send people to spy on you and gather info until he had enough to approach you

-one day he appeared in front of you and confessed his love for your beauty and asked of you to go on a date

-you thought it was creepy but eventually you gave in and went on the date anyways

-Took you to the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever seen

-“whatever you want tonight is on me Miss Y/n, only the best for you.”

-THIS MAN HAS SOOO MUCH MONEY

-He loves to send you expensive gifts such as bracelets, necklaces, dresses, and of course roses

-SeXY stUff nOw lMao: I would definitely love to believe this man would be supeeeer sensual at first and then just lose control. Will send you gifts and everything after, have his men carry you or will offer you rides in his limo

Kaioh Retsu:

-You would meet him at a cooking convention where you two tied for first place

-he was surprised this was the first time in 10 years someone had beaten him at this competition

-however, as soon as he tasted your cooking, he knew why you won and why you had to be his wife

-asked you out on the first date. HES SO respectful and old fashioned fr fr. Set up a picnic in the park for you

-Didn’t want to kiss you on the first date because of his respect for you, but he made up for that later NGLL

-He said I love you firsttt

-HUBBY material ONG like this man will do the dishes, cook, and give you back rubs

-But he loves back rubs too especially after a long day of training or teaching a class

-You had to make the first sex MOve because he felt as though it might be too lustful on his part

-Loves going soft and slow giving you many kisses

-“you’re doing so well baby..” “I love you.”

hunter x house: Bake off!

Fan fiction about the hunters x phantom troupe in a challenge tv show. Todays challenge is a bake off!!! ———

“Today we’ll be competing against the Phantom troupe! I hope we win!” Gon said with a gleam in his eye.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Leorio murmured to himself as he surveyed the kitchen. The counters were cluttered with ingredients and baking equipment, a stark contrast to the sleek, professional tools he was used to in his medical practice.

“what should we do Killua?” “Ion know gon, but let’s stay out for now.” Leorio grabbed kurapikas hand with assurance.

“What are your thoughts kurapika?” “I just want the prize.”

The groups had been briefed by the eccentric producer of the reality show, a man who loved to stir the pot more than he did his batter. Each team was to bake a signature dish that would be judged by none other than the legendary Chairman Netero and the elusive Hanzo. The Phantom Troupe, known for their destructive tendencies, had been pitted against the hunters in a culinary battle royale, and the stakes were high.

"Alright, everyone," the producer announced, "You have one hour to prepare your dishes. No nen, no shortcuts. Just good old-fashioned baking skills."

The room buzzed with excitement as the contestants donned their aprons. “Guys! Im so excited what should we do?” Meanwhile, Killua's curiosity was piqued by the variety of spices and flavors at their disposal. “Maybe we could use a unique flavor?”

"Guys, I've got it," Gon exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. "We're going to make a triple-layered cake with each layer representing one of our personalities!"

Leorio rolled his eyes, "Gon, we're not here to make a metaphorical mess, we're here to win."

Kurapika, ever the strategist, suggested, "We should focus on something simple yet impressive, like a chocolate lava cake. It's hard to screw up, and if done right, it's bound to wow them."

Leorio nodded in agreement, "Fine, but we need to stand out. How about we add a twist with some exotic fruit filling?"

Killua smirked, "I know just the thing." He dashed to the pantry and returned with a basket of rare Whale Meat fruit, "This will give our lava cake an unexpected kick."

Leorio raised an eyebrow, "Whale Meat fruit? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Trust me," Killua replied with a grin, "It'll be a taste they'll never forget."

As the clock ticked down, the kitchen transformed into a whirlwind of activity. Gon carefully measured out the ingredients for the batter, his hands steady and precise. Leorio, on the other hand, was more experimental, mixing and matching flavors with a devil-may-care attitude. “LEORIO be more careful!”

“I’m doing the lava center, I’ll make sure it’s perfect”. Kurapika said.

The tension in the room was palpable, each team eager to outdo the others.

The Phantom Troupe members weren't exactly known for their baking prowess. “Ughhhh this is too hard!” Uvo roared. “I’m just going to dump in the ingredients.”

“Uvogin, be patient and try to measure more. “ chrollo offered advice. Nobunaga, ever the rebel, had snuck in some suspicious-looking herbs, whispering to himself about the "special" brownies he intended to bake.

Shalnark, the brains of his group, watched with amusement, occasionally tossing in a helpful tip.

In another part of the house, Phinks and Shalnark were locked in a friendly bet. "If we win, I get the artifact," Phinks said with a smug smile.

Shalnark retorted, "And if we don't?"

"If we don't," Phinks said, his eyes narrowing, "You owe me a favor."

Shalnark's smug smile didn't waver, "I'd rather eat Uvogin's burnt cookies than lose to you."

The kitchen was a symphony of whisks, purring mixers, and sizzling pans. Each group had its own strategy and dynamics. Chrollo, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, tried to maintain order amidst the chaos, his eyes darting between the clock and his team's precarious creations.

Meanwhile, the girls' team of Shizuku, Pakunoda, and Machi worked in harmony, their movements fluid and efficient. They had a secret weapon: Machi's ability to manipulate threads of nen to assist in their baking. “but are you sure we can use men?” “Yeah machi, they said not to.” “Shizuku, and paku it’s okay!”

They hoped it would give them the edge they needed.

Hisoka and Illumi, in the sixth group, had a different approach. They weren't here to win; they were here for the thrill of the game. Hisoka had his eyes on Gon, eager to test the young boy's limits, while Illumi remained in the background, his fingers playing with the strings of fate. They had agreed to work together, but it was clear that their alliance was as fragile as a soufflé.

"So, what are we making?" Hisoka asked, his voice a purr as he sauntered over to the counter.

"We're making you regret ever stepping into this kitchen," Illumi replied dryly, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Gon, blissfully unaware of the darker undertones, was busy slicing strawberries for the garnish. "Guys, remember, we need to plate our desserts nicely. First impressions are important."

Killua nodded, his focus on the whipped cream, making sure it was perfectly fluffy. "Got it, Gon."

As the timer approached the final minutes, the kitchen grew hotter, both from the ovens and the pressure. The Phantom Troupe's kitchen was a mess of spilled flour and smoking ovens. Uvogin had managed to burn something yet again, and Chrollo sighed heavily.

"This is a disaster," he muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

The girls' team, on the other hand, was a well-oiled machine. Machi's nen allowed them to achieve a level of precision that was unheard of in the baking world. The three of them had created a multi-tiered masterpiece that was as beautiful as it was daunting.

"Machi, make sure the nen threads don't show," Shizuku whispered, her eyes sharp.

Machi nodded, concentrating as she pulled the threads taut, ensuring the perfect symmetry of their dessert. "Don't worry, it's all under control."

Leorio, feeling the heat of competition, took a deep breath and checked on their lava cakes. The timer beeped, and he opened the oven with a flourish. The cakes looked perfect, their chocolate centers threatening to ooze out. "Alright, team, let's get these plated!"

The hunters worked together to assemble their dessert, carefully placing the warm cakes on their plates. Gon's strawberry fanfare added a touch of whimsy, while Kurapika's precise knife work created an elegant border of chocolate shavings. The exotic fruit filling added a burst of flavor that made their mouths water.

"Looks like we're ready," Leorio announced, stepping back to admire their creation. "Now, let's just hope the judges appreciate our… unique combination."

The teams made their way to the grand dining room, where the judges sat at a long table, their expressions unreadable. Each group placed their desserts before them, their hearts racing as they awaited the verdict.

“We’re going to calll our teams by random but.”"Let's start with Team 1," the producer announced, gesturing to the hunters. Gon beamed with pride as they presented their whale meat-filled chocolate lava cakes.

Chairman Netero took a bite, his expression inscrutable. After a moment, he nodded. "Interesting flavor profile. The fruit complements the richness of the chocolate quite nicely."

Hanzo, the sterner of the two judges, tasted a piece and was silent for a moment before speaking. "The technique is good, but I'm not sure about the fruit choice."

Leorio felt his heart drop, but before he could protest, Gon chimed in, "It's a delicacy where we come from!"

The room erupted in laughter, easing the tension. The other teams watched with a mix of admiration and trepidation. The Phantom Troupe's dessert was a hodgepodge of burnt cookies and half-baked brownies, but the smell of the "special" ingredients in Nobunaga's brownies made even the stern Hanzo lean in for a closer sniff.

"Team 3 ," the producer called out, and the trio of Phinks, Shalnark, and Feitan stepped forward with their offering. A cake that looked as if it had been through a battle. The icing was a Jackson Pollock painting of food coloring and the cake itself was lopsided.

"We call this the 'Nen-tastic Chaos Cake'," Phinks announced with a smirk.

Shalnark rolled his eyes, "You do remember the bet, right?"

"It's all about the taste," Feitan said, a sadistic glint in his eye as he cut a piece for the judges.

Chairman Netero took a cautious bite, his face twitching slightly. "I can see the… effort you've put into this," he managed to say, his tone diplomatic.

Hanzo, on the other hand, was less forgiving. "What is this supposed to be?" he grunted, poking at the lopsided cake with his fork.

Phinks' grin didn't falter. "It's a representation of the chaos we bring to our enemies."

The room was filled with snickers, and even Hanzo couldn't help but crack a smile. They moved on to the next group, the tension in the air thickening with each plate presented.

The girls' team had constructed a dessert that was both beautiful and intimidating, a testament to their nen abilities. The cake looked like a sculpted work of art, each tier perfectly balanced and gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.

"This is our 'Thread of Destiny' cake," Machi explained, her voice steady despite the nerves that danced in her stomach. "The nen threads are invisible, but they hold the layers together and keep the filling from spilling out."

The judges exchanged a look of intrigue. Hanzo took a knife and sliced through the first tier, revealing a perfectly sealed layer of raspberry compote. The cake held firm, and the room fell silent as he brought the slice to his mouth.

The flavors exploded, a symphony of sweetness and tartness that made even the stoic hunter's eyes widen in surprise.

"Impressive," he murmured, his praise echoing through the room. The girls' team exhaled in relief, sharing a proud look. “But the points was to not use nen.”

Machi blushed, “It’s just for show. We promise!”

The producer winked, “Well, let’s see if the taste can win you some points, then!”

Hisoka and Illumi, approached the group with a dessert that was as enigmatic as they were. It was a simple, single-layer cake with a dark, mysterious glaze.

"This is our 'Heartstopper' cake," Hisoka announced with a dramatic flourish, his eyes gleaming. "It's a special recipe, one that's sure to… well, you'll see."

Illumi smirked, placing the knife in Hisoka's hand. "Go ahead, judge it for yourself."

Hisoka cut into the cake with a dramatic flair, revealing a deep red center. The room collectively gasped. It was eerily reminiscent of the bloody battles they had seen the duo partake in. “Gon~ this one’s for you.”

Gon looked up, his eyes wide as he took the proffered plate. He took a tentative bite, and to everyone’s astonishment, his face lit up. “It’s delicious!” he exclaimed.

The room buzzed with shocked whispers. Even the judges were taken aback by the positive reception. “How did you manage to get the taste just right?” Kurapika asked, his curiosity piqued.

Hisoka chuckled, his eyes never leaving Gon’s. “It’s all in the presentation, my dear boy. And the secret ingredient, of course.”

Illumi leaned in, his voice a low murmur, “We used your blood, young one. It adds a certain… je ne sais quoi.”

Gon nearly choked on his bite, his cheeks draining of color. Killua's eyes narrowed, and Kurapika's grip on his knife tightened. The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

"Your turn, Team 2," the producer said, trying to lighten the mood. Chrollo stepped forward with a forced smile, his team's dessert a sad-looking pie that had seen better days.

"Our humble offering is a classic apple pie," Chrollo announced, hoping against hope that the judges would appreciate their simplicity. The crust was burnt, and the filling looked suspiciously runny.

Chairman Netero took a bite, his face a mask of politeness. "Ah, the timeless appeal of apple pie," he said, his voice a tad forced. Hanzo took a piece and chewed thoughtfully. "It's… edible," he said finally, earning a glare from Chrollo.

The Phantom Troupe leader's pride was bruised, but he couldn't argue with the truth. Their baking skills were as sharp as a spoon.

"Alright, Team 6," the producer announced, "Hisoka and Illumi, let's see what you've got."

Hisoka stepped up with the "Heartstopper" cake, a smug smile playing on his lips. He slid the plate in front of the judges, the deep red center seemingly mocking them.

“we hope you enjoy our cake~”

Chairman Netero took the first bite with a look of skepticism. To everyone's surprise, his eyes lit up, and he nodded in approval. "The flavor is quite… intriguing," he said, savoring the bite.

Hanzo, ever the skeptic, took a slice, his expression unreadable. His first bite was met with a flicker of shock, quickly followed by a nod. "It's… surprisingly good," he conceded, earning a smug smirk from Hisoka.

. It was clear that Hisoka and Illumi had played a clever trick, using their infamous reputations to throw everyone off balance. The tension was palpable as the judges moved on to the final dessert, a cake from Team 4 that was a concoction of random flavors and textures.

"This," bolenov announced with a dramatic flourish, "Is our 'Phantom Phusion' cake. It's a fusion of our diverse tastes and abilities." The cake looked like a Jackson Pollock painting had collided with a dessert, a wild mix of colors and patterns that seemed to shift and swirl before the eyes.

The judges shared a look, then took their forks and dug in. The first bite was a symphony of flavors, each layer a surprise. It was as if each bite told a story, a story of the Phantom Troupe's chaotic existence.

"Well," Hanzo began, his expression thoughtful, "it's certainly… unique." “Franklin, kortopi, and bolenov you outdid yoursevs, didn’t you?” The room chuckled at the understatement, the tension easing slightly.

I was time to announce the winners. The producer clapped his hands, and the room fell silent. "Judges, have you made your decision?"

Chairman Netero leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard. "This was indeed a… unique experience. But, after much deliberation, we have our winners."

The room held its breath as he announced, "Team 5, with their 'Thread of Destiny' cake, wins for creativity. Team 1, the hunters, your whale meat-filled chocolate lava cakes were… an adventure for the palate.

Team And Team 6, Hisoka and Illumi, your 'Heartstopper' cake had us all on the edge of our seats. But, the overall winner, with a perfect balance of flavor, presentation, and sheer audacity, is Team 6!"

Gon watched in horror as the judges enjoyed the "Heartstopper" cake, his mind racing. He hadn't realized that Hisoka and Illumi had gone to such lengths to psych out their competition.

Killua's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening around his own plate, and Kurapika's gaze was as sharp as the knife he held.

"Well done, Team 6," the producer exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Your prize will be revealed shortly. For now, let's take a commercial break."

The room erupted into a cacophony of voices as the contestants dispersed to their respective corners. The Phantom Troupe members exchanged high-fives, while the hunters congratulated each other on their close second place. Hisoka leaned in closer to Gon, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Looks like I've got your blood on my hands," he murmured, wiping a smudge of the dark glaze from his lips. "In more ways than one."

Gon's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his heart racing. "What did you do to the cake?"

Hisoka's smile grew wider. "Just a little trick to make it extra special for you," he whispered. "But don't worry, it's all in good fun."

Gon's eyes searched the room for the producer, hoping to voice his concerns, but the man was nowhere to be found. Killua noticed his friend's distress and stepped in, his own expression cold and hard. "What's the deal with the cake, Hisoka?"

Hisoka's smile didn't waver. "Oh, just a little secret ingredient," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "But don't worry, it's all for the thrill of the game."

Killua's eyes narrowed, his grip on his plate tightening. "If you've done anything to harm Gon…"

Hisoka held up his hands, still smiling. "Relax, it's all just a harmless prank. Besides, you know I prefer my battles to be more… interactive."

Killua's eyes searched Hisoka's, looking for any hint of deceit. After a moment, he nodded, his tension easing slightly. "Fine. But if you mess with him again, I won't be so forgiving."

The producer returned, a gleaming artifact in his hand. "And now, for the grand prize," he announced, holding up the artifact. It was an intricately carved stone, the surface etched with ancient runes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light.

"This is the Heart of the Dragon, a relic said to grant the user a temporary boost in their nen abilities. But remember, it's only temporary. Use it wisely."

. "We'll take it," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Leorio couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "What are you going to do with that?" he challenged. "Use it to bake better cookies?"

Chrollo chuckled, his eyes never leaving the artifact. "Oh, I have much more… ambitious plans for it. I’m going to put it up in our side of the house! Just to rub it in to Kurapikas face.” “BITCH i don’t care you won!!” Kurapika yelled.

The producer nodded, placing the Heart of the Dragon on the table. "As winners, Team 6, you have the right to choose the next challenge. What will it be?"

Hisoka's eyes gleamed, and he leaned in closer to the producer. "How about a game of hide and seek?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"But with a twist. Whoever finds the hidden treasure first gets immunity for whatever mischief they get into at the house.

The producer's eyes lit up at the idea. "Excellent! And what will this treasure be?"

Hisoka's smile grew even wider. "Oh, something that'll really get their hearts racing." He glanced at Gon, who looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Let's say… a single golden ticket to the next round of the show, hidden somewhere in the house.

The first team to find it gets a pass to the next challenge without having to compete."

The producer's eyes sparkled with excitement. "And what happens to the team that doesn't find it?"

"They're automatically up for elimination," Hisoka said, his tone playful yet predatory.

The hunters exchanged glances, the air in the room growing thick with anticipation. Kurapika set his jaw, his eyes flicking to the Phantom Troupe's side of the house. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "We'll play your game."

“How delightful~”

“Good luck, gon”

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.