#Kengan x reader

[kenganbreeder]

Raian x F!Reader + — "Condoms and Contraceptives" What does he think of them?

Headcanons include; Breeding/Pregnancy kink (addiction), mentions of contraceptives such as birth controls, pills, and condoms, male dom, 18+ ONLY

(Non-proofread)

Contraceptives? For someone like him who gets off on breeding? Pray tell. Contraceptives are non-existent to him and probably the rest of the Kure clan. Pills are acceptable but the thought of needing to wrap a rubber around his cock before fucking you takes the fun away from him and he'd rather just not proceed to sinking his hips into yours. Unless you allow him to go raw and use the pull-out method.

Condoms are such an annoying piece of shit for him, Not only because he can't cum inside, but also because he's unable to fully enjoy each spasms of your warm walls around his cock. He just really hates the tight rubbery feeling that's stopping him from feeling the sopping wet warmth when he's obsessed with ur pusshy, it's like you're forbidding him from having fun (And he gets turned off pretty easily too)

If you won't let him slip out of the condom, Raian will, and I mean, he would, free himself off of the condom while you and your pussy is busy being fingered or eaten out by him as a distraction. In some instances, he will sometimes just pull out and slip out of it but that rarely happens because you're persistent as well.

Endless spurs of curse words will be the only thing you'll be hearing from him when he fucks you with it. "Fuck! This thing's annoying as hell. Are you even feeling anything down there? I'm not. So let me go raw, Y/N, come on.." "I don't feel anything at all, I'm gonna rip this fucking thing off and you're not stopping me." *Pulls out and messes with the rubber*

Instead, he'll purposely slip the rubber on first before doing things that he certainly knows how to distract you with and keep your mind off of his hand sneaking down to slide the rubber off of his length. Then once you're ready, he'll sink his cock inside all raw, without any rubber protecting it. You won't be able to tell the difference by then now that he knows your pussy's too drunk to even notice it, taking advantage of your pleasure-driven state.

Raian would sometimes accidentally cum inside and it doesn't make it any better that he blames it all on you for any unrelated reason he has. Would blame your pussy for being too "tight" it ate the condom away while in reality he was fucking you even harder after slipping out of the condom himself because he couldn't stand having his dick in that rubber. He thinks it's pathetic as hell to have his weapon trapped in that shit.

Cumming inside is the best feeling for him though, the only part he loves about pulling out is seeing you smeared with his cum melting on your skin while you whined about him pulling off that shitty trick again. He loves seeing your pouting face sticking with his cum all over while you complain to him.

He won't apologize for it though, and nor will he stop so you have to suck it up at any point, he'll just do it over and over again until you finally resort to taking the birth control pills instead so you can let him hit it raw once again.

If you finally gave up on condoms and resorted to the pills, Raian would simply "punish" you by cumming inside as much as he wants as payback.

[dollwrites]

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!kure!reader, incest ( big brother / little sister ), noncon, reader cries but it’s not really dacryphilia, raian’s a meanie : (, extortion / blackmail, forced ( in ) breeding, the word rape is used. all characters featured are aged 18+

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act eleven [ incest ]

“Oi, oi, oi, oi, the fuck are you cryin’ for?” Raian taunts against the shell of your ear, even though you knew that he already knew the reason. it was because he was, before anything else, a bully. whether it be to his own family or randos off the street, he liked to torment everyone, and you— his darling little sister, was no exception. “Thought you liked when your big, bad brother took care a’ya. You’re always begging me to, aintcha?” the pads of his thick fingers were irreparably calloused and rough as they creep up from behind your hair and trace your jaw, before diving down to coil around the smaller column of your neck, using the firm grip to pluck your wet face from the pillows where you’d been trying to bury it. “Look here.”

but it was difficult to keep your eyes from squinting with each, deep thrust, as your brother buried his thick cock into you from behind. “R—Raian—“ all you could manage through broken moans and labored breath were the syllables that formed his name, eyelids fluttering as he pulls your head back, angling it up towards the ceiling— towards he who mounted you. “This… is wrong…”

but Raian didn’t seem the least bit offended. in fact, a cocky grin tickled his lips, urging them back to reveal sharp teeth. “Boo hoo,” he boasted his strength by holding you in place with his hand on your throat, the sheer length of his fingers enough to cover your lower mandible so the tips slid into your open mouth when you panted and mewled. you could taste old blood under his nails, and you knew it wasn’t his. “Don’t cry about it, I’ll lose my hardon.” but that seemed impossible, because he was as solid as stone, driving himself into your depths with relentless, ravenous rutting. the tips of his fingers anchor themselves beneath your lolling tongue, pressing against the floor of your jaw as he plowed you, grunting like a wild boar. “Besides, what can you do? Beg me to stop destroying your little pussy? After all big brother does for you?”

your more delicate fingers clench weak fistfuls of the sheets on Raian’s bed, your sharp nails leaving broken threads and pin-prick sized holes when he seizes inside of you, pushing all of his weight down against your sweaty back, filling you to the brim with cock. more tears welled up in your eyes, mourning for your poor pussy, but the way Raian controlled the lower half of your face, pulling it around as if you were a fish on a hook, you knew better than to let them break surface. so, you sniffled, squirmed under the heat and weight of his body, and shook your head no to his question. you knew this was wrong— hell, it was a disgusting feeling, to get so wet that you squelched every time your brother pushed into you, but you wouldn’t beg him to stop.

no, you couldn’t.

“That’s what I thought!” Raian bellowed, the glorious victor, as he fucked you with reckless abandon. his free hand giving your round ass a stinging slap. you hissed, the sound coming out gurgled and helpless, drooling on his fingers as you did so. “After all, you stop givin’ up your tight fuckmeat to me, and Pops just might find out about our little arrangement. Might just tell him all about how you can’t make a kill…” his voice is ragged, trailing off as his shoulders hunch and he lays his broad chest to your back. you felt as if you were being crushed by his sticky, sweaty body. you couldn’t breathe, and the deep, hard fucking he was giving you only made it that much harder, so you gasped and swallowed as much air as you could, braying, but in your own mind, you hated how it sounded. you sounded like a bitch that was eager and happy to be bred when you made those noises. Raian pressed his open mouth to your cheek, and when he spoke, his tongue undulated, slurping up stray tears. “You’ve been asking your big brother to do all your assignments so you don’t get exiled… or worse. Come to think of it, Pops probably wouldn’t even want you walkin’ around, giving the Kure Clan a weak rep, he’d most likely just have one of us kill ya. Isn’t that right?”

you didn’t have to answer that, Raian was using the grip on your mouth to nod your head for you. “Worst part is, the old bastard would most likely make me do it, and the idea of slaughtering my favorite, little fucktoy— my baby sister, it pisses me off. So, I’ll keep being a good big brother, and I’ll take all your assignments, so long as you keep being the best little sister, and spreading your legs whenever I need to drain my balls.”

you groan, eyes wide, at his words and stare up at him. you could feel the way his cock throbbed in your guts, twitching with imminent release, and you offer a pathetic, half-assed plea, “N—not inside this time, p—please?”

but Raian cackled at that. “What? You scared of getting knocked up?” his smile was wide and toothy, his free hand running up to pin your shoulders down, smashing your front into the mattress as he gets in a better position to fill you up. “Doesn’t Pops always preach about ‘keeping the Kure bloodline pure’ and all that shit? What’s purer than my load filling up your guts, little sis?”

it was a cruel, cruel way to reject your request, and before you know it, you could feel rope after rope of warmth, splattering your insides. you whine in defeat, burying your face in the pillows, but this time Raian lets you. in fact, he helps, releasing your mouth to palm the back of your head like a basketball and force it down so he could completely dominate you from this angle. “Whiny, little brat.” he grunted with a heavy sigh, wide chest heaving wildly. “But you’ve always liked sleepovers with me. I can tell you still do.” Raian leans back on his haunches, releasing you from your weighted cage, to admire the puddle of girlcum you also left on his sheets. he knew they’d smell just like your sweet pussy, and the urge to bury his nose in them and drink in the aroma was almost overwhelming. he restrains himself for now, scoffing as your thighs quiver— the vibration from your muscle spasms pushing webs of his spunk from your clenching cunt, and he gives the underside of your thigh a rough smack for good measure. “And you still cum when I rape you, huh? That’s a good sign. Means you know where you belong.” he chuckles in a raspy, breathy croak before adding, “Hangin’ off my cock like a little sex doll.”

[melikedraw]

Hiiii! Anon of The Short!reader is back! What are your thoughts on the Kengan boys? Who you think is more prone to accept having/adopting children and Who are the less prone to do so?

Kengan men and their thoughts on children

Since you didn't specify on any specific characters, I'll just pick my favs lol

Feel free to request any character that I didn't include

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Gaolang Wongsawat

- having kids would be your choice

- would not be keen on having children, and is satisfied with a family of two, you and him

- if you happen to bear a child after having sex with him, he will let you decide on whether you want to keep it or not

- he's very busy and has a pretty dangerous job, and knows that he would not be as present as he wants to be for his child, worries a lot about it

Saw paing

- kids, so many kids

- lots and lots of kids

- in his village he's pretty popular with the children for being fun and awesome in general

- that led him to love children, he probably always wanted to be a dad too

- he would want 3-5 kids imo

Tokita ohma

- do not give him kids. He can NOT be trusted (he will drop them on purpose)

- but if you two somehow end up with a child, he will be there for them

- at first he'd be all "ugh, what's with this ugly dumb brat." But soon enough he'll be obsessed with the kid

- he gives off girl dad vibes, probably can't say no to his little princess

- if he has a boy, he'd probably train em up to be a warrior and treat them like how Niko treated him (bros gonna feed his kid bugs /srs)

Kanoh Agito

- would secretly like the thought of having kids, would want to give them the childhood he never had

- like gaolang, he also worries about how difficult it'll be to split his time between work and his kid

- it gets easier after he quits though

- y'all would go on road trips together

- he's also one of those dads that can't say no to their kid

Hatsumi Sen

- he leaves for the milk

Kure Raian

- trains them into a warrior

- he will not accept kids that aren't blood related to him (gotta keep that kure bloodline going)

- kid probably hates him

Kureishi Mitsuyo

- absolutely wants kids

- girl dad vibes from him as well

- will probably be the best dad out of all of them, he's good with kids, but also knows how to be firm

- keep your eyes peeled though because he'd definitely bully them (just a little bit)

[darealkiba]

Kibas of Metsudo

No idea what they are looking at tbh.

Original pic:

[glued2gether]

I don’t remember it being my birthday Agito..😋🎂

[janitetsu]

Househusband Kureishi Headcanons!

wc: 1,550 Happy birthday, Mitsuyo!! The more I see of him, the more I swoon and fall in love. One of the newest additions to my Kengan Husbands tier. ^0^ Who are the rest? Well...you will find out soon.

WARNINGS: - mostly gender-neutral s/o, mentions of pussy, gendered spousal terms, creampie mention, breeding mention

As per Strike it Rich chapter 39, this man is a smooth talker. If he can freely call other ladies beautiful, what more with the person he’s decided to spend the rest of his life with? Gives you compliments anytime, anywhere. He is so shameless about it, too

Gives you cute nicknames (sweetie, sweetheart, darling, wifey), and said nickname is also your name in his contacts list. When you’re calling, he will definitely make some buzz about it, whether he’s massaging someone’s joints in his orthopedic clinic, training Cosmo and Adam (or Nozomi, Nozomin as he calls her, from ISSK) in his dojo, or just hanging out with Joji.

Kureishi: Oho, what’s this? My sweetheart is calling me, excuse me~ (He earns eye rolls from Adam and chuckles from Cosmo and Nozomi)

Joji: Your wife/husband/partner never hits you. I’m jealous, Kureishi.

Maybe I’m too woke but I HATE how Joji’s domestic abuse and eye-scratch scar are played for laughs because it’s done by his wife each time he comes home from drinking T.T Anyway…

He WILL help out with all the household chores and offer to do them for you. His favorite chore is ironing clothes. 

When he sees you already doing chores, he will always offer to take over. Afterwards, he gives you a massage: his expertise! This man canonically has many certificates not just for being a great martial artist, but also for being a skilled chiropractor. You get Japan’s best chiropractor to give you massages…for free!

If you put him in charge of cooking, he’s going to have a bias towards cooking and serving his own favorite food: curry. After a while of just curry rice, though, he learns to cook different varieties of curry like Thai Curry and Filipino Curry (Kare-Kare), among others.

Compared to his gladiator/fighting arena days in Fist of the Seeker, he’s really mellowed out and will continue to be just as chill in marriage. His “bone-breaking fetish” is purely towards opponents and people he deems dangerous to his loved ones (though he *does* feel some tingles when massaging you and hearing some joints or bones crack. Don’t worry. Unlike before where he’d just “rub one out” in the shower, he’ll kindly ask you to help him with his “problem”, should it get “bigger and harder”.)

 Will only “revert” back to his old ways when he has to beat up someone who wronged you. He was protective of Koga, again, what more with his life partner?

Loves wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your head (or shoulder if you’re taller) and barraging you with compliments while doing so.

“You smell so good, as always.”, “You’re so cute, so beautiful/handsome.”, “How’d I get so lucky?”, “God, I love you so much.”

Never really thought he’d settle down, given his gladiator past and current background (famous national mixed martial artist/coach and awarded chiropractor). Many have tried, but he either found them shallow, or he just didn’t have the time due to his busy schedule given that he’s got two jobs.

Bought a house after you two got engaged. His apartment days were over the moment you passed 2 years of dating. He was already looking to buy a house and just never told you.

Money was and will never be a problem. Years after the events of FOTS, he’s likely earned quite a bit of cash given that he’s now famous all over Japan as a martial artist and chiropractor. Never had anything else to spend on besides equipment and maintenance of his dojo and clinic, which are in adjacent buildings (to maximize the space and minimize the cost of maintenance and travel). Because of this, he loves spoiling you and getting you little trinkets that you mentioned in passing liking, or outright expensive things you request for. A Rilakkuma teddy bear? Noted. Vivienne Westwood designer goods? Noted as well. Be careful what you randomly say, he WILL end up buying it later. (“Hey, this one looks cool/cute!”, pretends to not notice). 

He (most likely) lives in TOKYO! His dojo and clinic are canonically located in Ochanomizu and he most likely lives within the area, too. Living expenses in Tokyo are insane, a rough estimate being 158,000 yen (over 1000 USD, or 60,000 PHP in my currency). Trust me when I say your future is secure with Mitsuyo.

Not really much of a drinker and only drinks on occasion, unlike his old pal Joji. Perhaps during anniversaries, special holidays, or birthdays. He always advises his orthopedic clinic patients to not drink booze and opt for water instead (Danberu Chapter 21), so you bet he’ll do his best to apply the advice he always gives them to himself.

Will ease off the teasing in the honeymoon stages of your marriage (he’s in the “Swooning, I can’t believe this is my reality now”-rose-tinted shades phase) but goes back to it after a few months or so.

Being the youngest of five siblings, he’s probably gotten tasked with looking after nieces and nephews. I like to think this is one of the reasons he’s a natural at teaching. Because of this, he has never-ending patience. Need help with improving at any chore? He’s got you covered. Prepare for a lot of teasing when he’s teaching you, though. He loves getting a rise out of you. When you’ve reached a “boiling” point, he kisses you on the forehead, cheek, or lips, depending on the severity.

“My sweetheart, so cute, even when you’re angry. Even when your brows are almost one because of how much you’re scowling ♡. I love you so much ♥. (PUNCH HIM!!! You try; he catches your fist and chuckles before kissing it. HE IS INSUFFERABLE!!!)

Related to above, is experienced with kids. Definitely wants lots of them. Proposes to outdo his older siblings and have four or five children. Is excited to get to the point of your married life where you get to call each other “Mama”, “Papa”, “Mommy”, or “Daddy”.

“How is Mama doing today, hmmm ♥?”, “Mitsu…really…?” “No, no, you should be saying “Papa” ♥”

Your kid: “Papa, Papa! I want—” Kureishi: “Hmmhmm, ask Mama/Daddy/Mommy ♡”

Your kid: “Papa, can I go outside to play?” Kureishi: “Mm, I don’t know, can you?”

Teases his kids too, but his favorite person to tease will always be you.

If you can have biological children, they will have his natural pink hair. Sorry. (I refuse!! the anime’s color choice!!! PINK-HAIRED KUREISHI is the only valid Kureishi!)

NSFW

Has gotten around before dating you, mostly short flings, never anything too long-term because of his busy schedule.

Sex…in his chiropractor uniform. Have you SEEN how tightly snug that damn uniform is on him? It’s like he’s doing it on purpose. His muscles and chest are ready to burst out at the seams. He’s definitely closed up shop early or heck, spontaneously to fuck you on his massage table.

Sometimes (around a 50/50 chance. THAT kind of sometimes), massages can lead to sex, it’s up to you if you want to stop his advances or let him continue. He can’t help himself—he loves you too much.

You’re lying on your chest, eyes closed and smiling, thinking today is a normal Mitsuyo Massage Day…and then as he’s massaging your back, he snakes his arm under and fondles your chest, his calloused fingers playing with your nipples. Well. Looks like you were wrong today.

HATES being belittled. Ask him “Is that all you got?”, “Can you go any slower?”, “Is this it?”, “Are you really a martial artist?” and you will open the (white) flood gates. You WILL get folded in half, you WILL get creampied many times, and you WILL not walk for weeks. He will NOT massage you afterwards to teach you a lesson. During these times, aftercare will mostly consist of kisses and praises.

“Hmm?? It hurts? Well, that’s what brats like you get ♡.” *kisses u*

Holds your hand during sex and loves brushing his thumb over your wedding ring. It’s mark and proof that you’re his. (though he does love marking you inside, too)

I WILL make everyone have breeding kinks and LOVE the mating press!!!

Can go for many rounds. He’s a martial artist, what do you expect? Him being in his mid-thirties isn’t an obstacle, either.

A good 6.5-7 inches, not too girthy, but can give you a good stretch. Cum taste ranges from nothing to just a bit salty, making it easy to swallow despite the slight thick texture.

His crushing grip on your thighs, legs, waist, or hips leaves bruises. He does that on purpose. He doesn’t want to break his beloved’s bones, but he does want to leave marks.

Pussy-eating expert!!! Never gets exhausted and will never complain about his tongue being tired or numb. RIDE HIS FACE and he will be a happy man. No such thing as too heavy for this martial artist.

Overall: amazing husband, amazing sex skills, ALWAYS knows what he’s saying and doing. 1000/10

[botchedsundoll]

I LOVE YOU

Ily for writing gaolang... Ily you're awesome...

Ion wanna spam bbUT waoh ..

You're feeding me and the idk 7 other kengan likers on this godforsaken app

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G. WONGSAWAT, O. TOKITA, R. KURE, C. IMAI, SP. YOROIZUKA, H. SEN X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; winter hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; lil suggestive in hatsumi’s (no surprise)

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; this ones 4 u ho, didn’t know what to write abt LOL, also same why the flip is it so dead💔💔, they all so fine n they beat shit out of eachother how can u not like this show, MY RQS R OPEN PLS RQ PLSSSS😵😵😵😵😵

G. WONGSAWAT

not a fan of the colder seasons at all. if he could, he’d eradicate winter and autumn simply because of the drop in temperature

don’t even try getting this guy into a snowball fight. the moment he feels the pressure of something freezing and solid hit his back he’s slowly turning back to face you, that absolutely dreadful look of horror on his face

but what he does enjoy about the colder seasons? cooking! to him, there’s nothing better than a warm healthy meal on a cold day - which you end up being absolutely stuffed with. there’s no ifs or buts, you are eating the damn thing

wraps you up like crazy. think of a mother wrapping up her kid - 3 layers on beneath a massive fluffy coat, gloves, scarf, hat and zipped up to your neck

is literally constantly rubbing moisturiser onto your face to stop your skin from going dry and irritated. just imagine, that deadpan expression on his face as he’s smearing moisturiser on your face with the most delicate touch ever

you have to remind him you, in fact, are not 6 years old

not very big on pda - but once the temp drops, he’s reaching out for your hand and shoving it in his coat pocket with your fingers intertwined with his no matter where the hell you are

O. TOKITA

snow genuinely pisses him off - he hates the feel of it, he doesn’t care for it at all

only likes the colder seasons because you seem glued to him at all times - arm constantly wrapped around his bicep when you’re out, or snuggled up against him at home

won’t ever admit he likes it - yet that little smirk on his face speaks volumes

for some unknown reason he literally never gets fully dressed - as in a thick winter coat or gloves, no matter how cold it is. he’s leaving the house in his sneakers and a coat he begrudgingly put on due to your incessant complaining

this guy is like a bear, quite literally in hibernation - if he’s not training or eating, he’s sleeping. and he’ll be dragging you along with him too

sleeps with them thick ass heavy blankets with some sort of animal print/ flowers on them (babcia’s special)

once his arms are wrapped around you and his eyes shut? yeah, you’re not getting out

gets dry lips from the cold. gets confused when you won’t kiss him because of it

the SHITTIEST cookie decorator - he ends up eating half the damn tray before they’ve even cooled properly, and then eats some more whilst he’s icing them with you

most of his gingerbread men end up limbless because he snaps them off and eats them whilst he’s decorating

always makes the pair of you without a fail, despite his habit of eating the whole batch. they might look a little… strange but you absolutely love it and can’t help but tease him about it

R. KURE

he’s a hater at heart - hates every season just because

but winter? ESPECIALLY winter because of christmas and the fact the village has to be decorated - which he always ends up being forced to help out with

but he actually tolerates snow - only because he gets to throw snowballs at you

the moment the pair of you step outside, his hands are already reaching out for the snow and molding snowballs. and they will be targeting you. quite frequently - to the point you get pissed off and start screaming at him to pack it in and sort himself out

which eggs him on further

he believes he doesn’t feel cold so he doesn’t need a coat or whatever bullshit that makes him seem more ‘stronger’ than everyone else

he gets such dry skin around his nose from the cold yet will literally FIGHT you before he lets you put any moisturiser on or anything. but nag him about it constantly, he will eventually cave just to shut you up

wouldn’t be caught dead decorating cookies. refuses constantly… yet like always he finally caves

and the most damn surprising thing? he takes it SO seriously simply to have better looking cookies than yours so he can mercilessly bully you about it

C. IMAI

absolutely loves winter. what’s there not to love?

christmas, warm meals, snow, hot chocolate… he’s still a massive kid at heart

once a substantial amount of snow’s settled on the ground, he’s immediately ushering you out the house to make a snowman together

and because of how much he’s in a rush, he doesn’t bother getting dressed properly and always gets ill - it literally repeats every single damn year

ice skating. he IS taking you ice skating no matter what - can’t skate? he’ll teach you, don’t you worry about that

you bought him earmuffs as a joke, saying how cute he’ll look in them - he now wears them religiously every winter since

to him, november is officially the start of christmas - and for the next 2 months he’s always wanting to decorate cookies/ gingerbread men with you

and somehow, they always end up absolutely gorgeous - much to your dismay

cookie decorating competitions. always. (which he always wins)

SP. YOROIZUKA

somehow he can make the coldest of days feel like summer

we’ve all seen the manga panel - saw paing’s excitability just brings warmth everywhere and to anyone

LOVES making snow angels and snowmen. constantly asking you to make a snowman with you, there’s quite literally a whole army outside your house made by him and the children of the village

snowball fights are a must. he always ends up being roped into one by all the kids - which he has absolutely no issue with. he genuinely enjoys it, especially when he lands one at you and you join in

getting this guy to come back inside is genuinely like trying to drag a kid back home. he’s absolutely soaked and despite how damn warm he is all the time, he’ll definitely get sick - but he still won’t go inside

which is where your little charm has to come in - give him that look and ask him softly and he’ll drop the snow almost immediately and rush back home. he’s absolutely smitten and will do literally anything you ask of him

but despite his seemingly complete lack of care for his own wellbeing, he always wraps you up before leaving the house. he doesn’t want you getting ill!

one of the rare moments he’ll be silent as he’s focused on wrapping your scarf around you tightly yet not too tight and zipping your coat up. insists on slipping your gloves on for you

H. SEN

literally just an excuse to touch you more, under the pretense that he’s keeping you warm

hands are CONSTANTLY on you no matter what you’re doing, chest pressed up against your back - and once you ask him what the hell he’s doing, he simply says he’s sharing his body heat

which is sort of working

you wanna go out into the snow? yeah, sure, he knows how to warm you back up after if you get my drift

one thing he won’t do - ice skating

absolutely not, not happening. despite being light on his feet, ice skating is the one thing he can’t hack for the life of him. he’s tried, trust him and it quite literally never ends well for him

nothing can get done with him. you wanna build a snowman? okay, just don’t mind the constant slaps and pinches on your ass whenever you bend over to gather more snow. bake and decorate cookies? of course! just ignore the hands shamelessly roaming your body and pressing you up against the counter despite your constant nagging at him to give up and bake the damn cookies

what can he say? he can’t help himself

god does he love having you with him in winter

[maochira]

Being Ohma Tokita's adopted child

Characters: Ohma, Kazuo, Kaede (one mention), Koga, Ryuki

gn!child!reader, hurt/comfort, first part is about Kengan Ashura and the second about Kengan Omega (there will be an Omega spoiler warning!)

If it wasn't for Ohma, you would be dead by now. You barely would have had a chance at life.

Born as the child to a prostitute on The Inside and without your biological father anywhere near the first years of your life were... rough. You don't remember any of it, but your mother really tried her best to take care of you.

Until she was murdered.

Ohma found you by coincidence. And normally he wouldn't have cared about a lonely toddler on the streets. Death is a daily occurrence on The Inside, after all.

There was just something different about you. Something that made Ohma decide to take care of you for the time being. Maybe for a few weeks or months, just long enough for him to find someone who could take better care of you than he could.

Ohma never ended up giving you away. He couldn't get himself to do it.

One day you suddenly called him "dada" and that was when he realised how fatherly he felt for you. And he realised if he gave you away, he'd only worry about how your life would continue without him.

He promised to himself to raise you into a strong fighter so you can defend yourself even when he's not around.

You were 5 at the time when Ohma became a Kengan fighter. It was odd because you weren't used to being around so many people so you would always stay at Ohma's side.

You quickly got attached to Kazuo and Kaede and ended up clinging to them whenever Ohma was in a fight.

At first Ohma was critisized for bringing you along, especially when he took you to the Kengan Annihilation tournament, but that criticism went down when everyone noticed how much you love to watch Ohma (and everyone else) fight.

Especially when it became obvious how eager you are to become a fighter when you'd grow up, people stopped critisizing Ohma for the most part. After all, he's trying to raise someone who might become one of the strongest Kengan fighters of the next generation.

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After Ohma's "death" Kazuo decided to take custody over you. He's already raised two sons, so how hard could it be to raise you as well? It definitely was a lot harder than he expected.

Besides his new job and new life situation in general he was mourning Ohma's death just as much as you were. But every time you seemed to get better, Kazuo started healing a little more as well.

Despite the fact that you're not Ohma's biological child, Kazuo could always see parts of him in you. That motivated Kazuo to raise you into the fighter Ohma had planned.

Other Kengan fighters would help with your training and introduced you to all sorts of fighting styles. You learned the many techniques you were taught by them a lot quicker than any other child your age would, which impressed everyone.

When Koga showed up you got attached to him surprisingly quickly. To him, you're something like the little sibling he never had. You also ended up calling him "Nii-san" at some point because you spent so much time with him.

When you first met Ryuki, you were the first one to not mistake him for Ohma. At first you didn't want to be near Ryuki at all, but soon started feeling some sense of security around him. In some ways he still reminded you of your father who you missed so much.

And then everything turned around. The entire time, Ohma wasn't actually dead.

He hated how he couldn't be there for you the past two years, but what he hated even more was the thought of bringing you into danger.

The moment Ohma finally got to reuinite with you was the first and only time he cried in front of you. It wasn't much, but you could see the tears forming in his eyes.

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Synopsis: You had your entire life just beginning, fresh into college, and as a treat, you were going on a trip across the world where you find out what your father truly does for work and why you were able to move into a nice new home. A normal young girl thrust into a world where she needed to relearn everything she ever knew and escape the clutches of an assassin clan who wanted her as a wife.

The next few days following your run-in with Raian in his hotel room left you uneasy. As time flew by in a blur, you tried your best to stay in your hotel room with your mother. Making eye contact with your mother every time she needed to go somewhere made you feel like a dog waiting to be adopted in the pound.

The island, with its golden sands and crystal-clear waters, now felt suffocating, like an elaborate cage designed for your entrapment. Your mother, despite all the stress and her growing suspicions about your father’s involvement in this web of chaos, kept her usual facade of politeness up, not fully understanding the danger you were in. 

But you knew. You felt it in every look Raian gave you, in every near encounter you had when you tried to escape him. He never gave up. Even when you were alone, you felt his presence looming in the background. It was a constant asphyxiating reminder that you couldn’t hide, not for long that is. 

It was late evening when the inevitable happened. You were walking to the lobby, trying to sneak away to the beach for some brief solace, when you turned a corner and found yourself face-to-face with Raian. The hallway was empty, but you could feel the weight of his stare like he had been waiting for this moment. He was dressed in all black once again, his presence imposing, his gaze dark and intense. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice was low, almost a growl as if he was daring you to lie.

You froze, panic rising in your chest. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to run, to get away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work. He’d just chase you down again. So, you stood your ground, defiant yet trembling on the inside.

"I'm going for a walk," you muttered, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.

Raian stepped closer, his height towering over you. He seemed almost unfazed by your resistance as if he already knew how this would end.

"I think you're missing the point, wife," he said, his lips curling into a faint, dangerous smile. "You belong to me now, and no matter where you go, I'll always find you." His voice softened for a moment as if savoring the words. "I told you, you can't escape me. You're mine."

You took a step back, eyes wide with fear, but there was nowhere to retreat. He was blocking the exit.

“I’m not your wife,” you snapped, your words biting despite the knot in your throat. “And I’m not yours to claim.”

Raian's grin only grew wider, more predatory. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, his grip hard enough to bruise. “We’re going back to the room,” he insisted, his voice a growl as if the conversation was over. He didn’t give you a chance to protest, dragging you toward the elevator with the ease of someone accustomed to getting his way.

"Raian, please," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "Don't do this."

You wanted to slap yourself silly, you had never in life been a woman who backed down—especially when it came to men, no matter how big, how strong, and how much they tried to mold you into being this docile little thing they get to control. You struggled in his grip, reaching out and grasping the walls and anything in your vicinity. He laughed at you when you slipped, almost colliding face-first with the shiny patterned flooring. In the last moment, he yanked you by your already bruised wrist into his chest.

“ See wife, you need me.” 

The moment you stepped foot inside the room, he slammed the door behind you, locking it with a click that made your heart race.

“Sit down,” Raian commanded, his tone a stark contrast to the softness he’d shown earlier when he’d dried your hair. He was done playing nice.

“I’m not going to stay here,” you said, defiance creeping into your voice. “I’ll leave if I have to.”

Raian’s eyes darkened further, his jaw tightening. “You’re not fucking going anywhere.” His words were simple, yet they carried the weight of an unspoken threat.

Before you could react, the door to the suite opened, and a voice you recognized—though barely—cut through the tension.

"Raian."

Your breath caught in your throat. The man who stepped into the room was an older version of Raian, his posture commanding, his eyes sharp with authority. The resemblance between the two was undeniable, but this man exuded something darker, something more terrifying. The way he surveyed you, his gaze not just critical but calculating, sent a chill down your spine.

The older man was calm, his presence heavy with the kind of power that made the room feel small and it slowly crept into your chest to smother you. 

"Grandfather," Raian murmured, his voice taking on a more respectful tone than you’d ever heard him use. 

The old man’s gaze flickered briefly to you, taking in your shaking form, before turning back to his grandson. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice smooth but laced with an edge. "She doesn’t seem to be cooperating and her mother is even more of a hassle, I plan to speak to her father in the morning.”

Raian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes lingered on you, possessive and unwavering. "She’s stubborn," he said, "but she’ll come around."

The grandfather’s gaze remained cold as he stepped further into the room. "You know what I want, Raian. This family is counting on you to make this work. I don't care how you do it. But you will make her yours. One way or another."

The words hung in the air, suffocating you.

"You understand, don’t you?" The grandfather's eyes narrowed. "If you fail, this family will suffer. “We have spent centuries to create you Raian and your offspring will surpass anything we’ve ever seen, this ordeal needs to be settled before the Kengan tournament is over."

Raian’s expression darkened, his hand clenching at his side. “I’ll handle it,” he said through gritted teeth.

"You better," his grandfather replied, voice firm. "We don’t accept mistakes."

As the old man turned to leave, he glanced back at you with an unsettling look of satisfaction. "We wouldn’t want any unfortunate incidents with our new extended family, granddaughter. Don't make me come back here to remind you."

Raian’s jaw clenched as the door shut behind his grandfather. The weight of his words lingered like a shadow of a demon in the room, and you realized just how trapped you were.

Raian’s hand gripped your arm once more, this time with less gentleness. "You heard him," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "You're mine. And you will learn to accept it."

You tried to pull away, tears brimming in your eyes but his grip tightened. "I will never accept this," you spat, your words heavy with defiance.

Raian’s eyes flickered with something darker, something obsessive. "You will," he said with certainty. "You’ll learn, sooner or later."

And as he led you to the bed, every part of you screamed for freedom. But you knew it wasn’t coming. Not yet. He threw you on the bed and before he could fully loom over you, you kicked him right where the sun doesn’t shine with all the strength you could muster. He choked and fell over clutching his pants, you took this sliver of a chance and raced to the door jerking it open. 

You never once looked back as you ran, tears freely falling, and more bruises to appear in the morning when you collided with the walls. When you finally made it back to your hotel room your mother was waiting impatiently with the phone in her hand. She saw your face riddled with fear and immediately knew you had another run-in with Raian. 

In her arms, you cried. Everything that was supposed to be amazing and beautifully filled with memories on this trip turned into something out of a nightmare on Elm Street and Raian was playing Freddy. Having your father betray and sell you off for money had been fully realized at this moment and it felt like your heart was being torn in half. You had always thought that by this age you would meet a nice guy and he would romance you like you met once upon a dream. Everything you knew meant nothing in the face of the Kure clan, you were their new prey, and they planned to do everything to make you bend and mold to their will. When you finally calmed down and changed out of your clothing your mother told you about her most recent phone call that led to a small lunch she had today. 

“ Today I had lunch with the CEO of Nogi group, I had called up every contact I had that I believed could help me and after a lot of awkward ‘no’s’ I was given the contact of Mr.Hideki. We met more lunch in the lounge at a private table,” 

you nodded, trying to process everything she was saying as you picked at the edges of your shirt, the remnants of your earlier panic still coursing through you. You were safe for the moment, but you couldn't escape the feeling that you were walking a tightrope, with Raian and his family waiting on either side.

"So, Mr. Hideki," your mother continued, after a brief pause. "He’s not a man to be trusted easily, but he has connections. More importantly, he has leverage. It’s why the Kure clan hasn’t been able to touch him directly, at least not yet."

You frowned, still not quite understanding. "But why would he help us? What does he get out of this?"

Your mother sighed, glancing down at her hands. "When we met, he didn’t want to talk openly. There were too many eyes around, so we communicated through notes, in code. It was a way to make sure we weren’t being listened to."

You raised an eyebrow. "Code?"

"Yes," she said, a faint smile crossing her lips as she relived the memory. "Mr. Hideki is old school. He had a small notebook with him, a few sheets of paper, and a pen. At first, he didn’t speak. He just wrote something down and slid it across the table to me. A simple line: The walls have ears."

You blinked, uncertain. "The walls...?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "He meant there was a possibility of surveillance—someone watching us. And just like that, we were speaking in code. Each note after that, he’d write something down and I’d follow up with my response, using subtle phrases that we both understood. He wanted to make sure that even if someone was listening, they wouldn’t be able to piece things together."

Your mind raced, the picture of a clandestine meeting forming in your head. You could imagine your mother’s unease, the weight of being in a room full of danger, yet having no choice but to play the game. She looked exhausted, but there was an undeniable sense of determination in her eyes.

"He asked about your father. You know, the jackass who I thought was just a business man, working on all those high-profile contracts. And he made it clear he knew exactly what the Kure clan was doing. He told me that he could help us—get us out of here and make sure the Kure family couldn’t reach us again."

A lump formed in your throat. "How? How can he help us? I don’t understand."

Your mother leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, as though the walls might still be listening. "He said the Kure clan doesn’t just deal with assassination and criminal work. They have a network—an entire web of power and influence that stretches far beyond what we see. Mr. Hideki's connections run deep. He has allies who owe him favors, and he has people who would move heaven and earth to get their hands on the Kure clan's secrets."

She paused, making sure you were following, and you nodded silently, waiting for her to continue.

"He promised he could get us out. But not just in the way you’d think. If we disappear now, if we run away, they’ll send their best after us. Raian, especially... he’ll stop at nothing to make sure we stay. But if we let Mr. Hideki leverage the right people, if we make the Kure clan believe we’re gone for good… they’ll think they’ve lost. And that will be our window of escape."

You exhaled sharply. Your mind was spinning, processing this new possibility. You’d always dreamed of escaping, but you never imagined it would be like this—like slipping out of a spider’s web without it even realizing.

"Mr. Hideki wants us to disappear—completely," your mother continued, her voice tightening. "But it won’t be easy. The Kure clan is relentless, and if they find out what we’re planning, it’ll be over before we even start. He wants to be sure that no one can track us, not even Raian. He’s already made arrangements to get us somewhere no one will think to look."

"And what do we have to do?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"We need to trust him," your mother said, her eyes meeting yours. "We need to play along with his plan, be patient, and make sure we don’t give the Kure clan any more reason to suspect that we’re trying to escape. It’s going to be dangerous, but if we can get out of their sight long enough... then we can take our next step and leave all of this behind."

You felt your heart racing in your chest as you considered the weight of your mother’s words. It was a plan, a fragile one, but a plan nonetheless. And as uncertain as you were, you also knew that without it, you’d be trapped forever in the Kure clan's grip.

"And Raian?" you asked quietly. "What about him? What if he finds out?"

Your mother’s face hardened, the calm resolve returning to her features. "Raian is a complication we’ll have to deal with. But for now, we need to keep our distance, and we need to make sure he doesn’t suspect anything. Once we’re out of his reach, we’ll handle the rest."

You could see the exhaustion in her face, but there was something else there—an unmistakable resolve. You couldn’t deny it. Your mother was going to do whatever it took to protect you, even if it meant playing a dangerous game with people like Mr. Hideki.

It wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, it would likely be the hardest thing you’d ever do. But if there was even a chance—just a small chance—that you and your mother could escape the Kure clan, then it was a risk worth taking.

And so, together, you began to plan your escape. One careful step at a time.

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A/N: Well… do you perhaps want MORE ??? with that…😊 enjoy and comment pls !!!! quick edit: I hope everyone realizes just how funny Y/n and her mother are and are going to be throughout this story, this will be unlike many arranged marriage stories before especially having Raian as my lead.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹WASTED! | kengan hcs

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 WITH: adam, akoya, hayami, hatsumi, himuro, cosmo, inaba x you

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY: the kengan men had a bit too much to drink - how do they act?

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS:

suggestive, cursing, mentions of alcohol, drunk idiotic men, kinda angst and emotional abuse in akoya’s part, female pronouns and body parts used, ooc (🥲)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ADAM

literally starts speaking straight English

cusses out anyone in the premises.

like even Cosmo is getting hated on but not you bc your his bbg 😝

slurs his words

“adam? you sure you haven’t had enough to drink yet?”

“of course I fuckin’ didn’t hab enouf! hey bartenda, pour me another fuckin’ gass will ya?”

you deadpanned while you were staring at the clearly drunk man who was now asking for more drinks. if he kept this up, sooner or later he would end up passing out somewhere.

“don’t pour him that drink, for his own good”

the bartender stopped in his tracks, the bottle of drink hovering the cup he was about to fill. he stared back at you and and gave you a slight nod before putting the bottle down before walking away from the counter where your boyfriend and you were currently sat.

“oi! whadda hell? don’t intervene in thibngs that doesn’t hab anythin’ to do with yu!”

“actually it does something to do with me since your drunk as hell and apparently I’m the only person available to care for you while your in this state. c’mon, we’re going home.”

adam looked at you dumbfounded, not budging a bit.

“now.”

“whaaaateverrr”

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ AKOYA

oh my GOSHH.

this man doesn’t drink that much but when he actually gets drunk it’s dreadful.

like he starts acting more mean and does the weirdest shit ever. Death stares anyone that tries coming near him.

like you could be a damn waiter and he’s already giving MAD attitude like insulting you and everything while you there like “what the hell I do..?” 🙁

“woman. get over here. now.”

you were looking for akoya, your “loving” husband until you heard his voice, obviously directed to you. you turned your head, a blissful smile now on your face.

you rush towards him, not knowing what territory you just walked into. before you could even let a word out, your were being tugged by your wrist by said man outside.

you were pushed into a empty alleyway before feeling sharp sting on your face and a metallic taste in your mouth. your face now scrunched up in horror. you look back up at the man to see a face equivalent to a angry dinosaur. he was obviously mad, but why?

“haven’t I told you time after time not to come to my locations before letting me know before hand?”

you open your mouth to speak before you saw him raise an eyebrow, as if daring you to say something. you slowly shut your mouth back up not trying to provoke the already mad man. you avoided his gaze choking back tears, feeling ashamed of yourself.

the man sighed loudly before lifting your face and slowly rubbing your cheek.

“i know you’re simply worried for me but my job is too dangerous for you to show up unannounced. try and let me know before you come. alright?”

you nodded slowly a small smile creeping into your face.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ HAYAMI

passes out.

can’t handle alcohol as much as he would like to and it’s funny as hell

you guys could be having a good conversation about whatever and he just passes out and you are left stunned 😧

“and honestly i think that koga is a nice guy, i just feel that sometimes he gets a little too...touchy?”

“mhm, totally..!”

you stared at the wide eye man with confusion plastered on your face.

“hayami? are you okay?”

“huh? yeah, why do you ask?”

you squinted in disbelief before pointing a finger at him.

“your face. it’s totally red and you look like your about to explode. maybe give the alcohol a rest?”

“yeah yeah totally…”

famous last words.

the man then came plunging towards you, head now on your chest while he was seemingly unconscious.

“hayami? hayami - oh my gosh.”

your face that’s was plastered with confusion was now concern as the man would reply to any of your desperate calls out to him.

you tried everything, tapping, calling, pinching, and even slapping.

it seemed like the man went into a deep slumber as soon as he passed out since you were now hearing light snores. you were glad he was okay but the only question now was how were you gonna get the giant of a man home?

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ HATSUMI

he’s most definitely the type of person to do some dumb shit when he’s drunk

like hit on a man or something

i can’t even tell you what he would do because that man is unpredictable, just know that it will be the dumbest shit you ever seen 😪

“hey pretty, wanna watch me do something cool?”

“hey ugly, your drunk so im scared of what this ‘cool’ thing is..”

“im not ugly! i mean, you’re engaged to me so im definitely not that ugly riiiight?”

hatsumi then proceeded to wink at you while you rolled your eyes before getting on-top of the bar table and getting on his hands, doing a handstand.

“oh my gosh…hatsumi! what- what are you even doing?!”

“hold on beautiful! im not done yet!”

you face palmed internally while hatsumi now bended his knees to form a scorpion tail before using his toes to grab the water bottle in front of you and flip it. surprisingly, the bottle landed upright, making it a successful bottle flip.

you were about to scold hatsumi before a whole bunch of other drunk men started to applaud your dumb fiancé and his antics. hatsumi then back flipped and took a dramatic bow before making eye contact with you - smirking.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ HIMURO

drunk himuro is a rare but adorable sight.

definitely tries not to hit on other women in order not to betray you which is cute but the more women that try and get his number - the more he would falter..

is happier than usual when he sees you; almost like a dog

slurs his words but not as much as lihito

here you were, the sworn lover of the man in front of you who was avoiding a woman who was obviously infatuated with your boyfriend.

honestly you had caught your boyfriend in the act of infidelity many times before so something as simple as this wasn’t a shock to you. the thing that was shocking was the way that said boyfriend was avoiding contact with the woman.

“c’mon hottie, exchange numbers with me! i promise i won’t play you, wouldn’t even dreaaam ‘bout it!”

“sorry i have a girlfriend - matter of fact ‘m pretty sure she’s here riiiight now..”

he was desperate to get this woman off of him because at the end of the day, he knew his limitations and he was trying his hardest not to go past them in order to keep his relationship.

while himuro was busy fending off the woman, you were busy admiring how considerate he was being even though he was drunk as hell. you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat.

finally you decided to get the woman off of your boyfriends back before it started getting messy.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ IMAI

starting ranting about the most randomest things ever

might vent outta no where and start off normal and slowly progress to bawling his damn eyes out

super sensitive - might slur his words

bonus points if you’re drunk too

"and y'know, me being me, I went and threatened those wannabe yakuza! but it didn't really end up in my favor.."

you didn't know how you got into this situation. you were already having a rough day; nothing was working in your favor so you were both stressed and pissed off. you came to your local bar to drink some of your worries off but by fate itself: you were sitting next to the rambling man who's name was como. or camo? maybe bolos. hell, you were too drunk to remember. all you knew was that you were being forced to listen to this man ramblings since you were apparently the only ear that was open to listen.

"i ended up getting jumped by a couple of those lanky yakuza.. i was only 14 by the way but those dickheads didn't even try and hold back!"

he slowly started to look down at his half empty bottle before speaking again.

"i was on the brink of death. practically crossing the bridge but before i could close my eyes, someone saved me."

you were already very invested in this guy's life story but you couldn't even open your mouth to ask what happened after before seeing the drunk man break out in tears.

"and *sniff* he beat the - the shit out of them! and then asked me to ugh- train under *sniff* him! my master is such a good guuuy!"

the drunk man was breaking down completely. and you being drunk as well somehow resonated with him. it wasn't long before you wrapped your hands on his other shoulder and leaning into his neck before crying as well.

"he *hiccup* sounds like a good guy.. *sniff* where did you find himmm? *hiccup*"

"i don't knowww!"

the man then turned around to face you before hugging you back and making the both of you tumble to the floor - crying even more than before.

the whole bar was looking at you two crying on the floor hiccuping and venting to each other about all of your worries.

a man who obviously just walked in turned around to leave while murming something before the man you were crying with called out to him.

"adam *hiccup* you're here?"

"I DONT KNOW YOU!"

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ INABA

IF HE EVEN DRINKS?

i have a head canon that he detests alcohol but if somehow he drinks let alone gets drunk I think he would be just a little more carefree

probably acting like those weed heads that don’t gaf about anything (hatsumi)

doesn’t have any sense of balance whatsoever

“and goodness urita, the guy is wasted! i thought you told me that he didn’t drink!”

poor you, you hadn’t known about the scene that was unfolding in front of you with the man named inaba. in all honesty, you hadn’t known never really seen the introverted man act this way - in matter of fact, you assumed that he couldn’t get drunk!

but the man now in front of you was starting to crawl on all fours while continuously stumbling and sometimes tripping over his own feet. he was obviously out of it.

now you were currently on the phone with inaba’s best friend hoping to find some closure on the scene you just walked on. preferably getting answers onto how and why is he even there! it didn’t help to see inaba basically so out of it that he was stumbling and practically just trying not to pass out.

it was cute because he had a small smile he kept on his face, as if thanking you for going through all of this to make sure that he, a very drunk inaba, was safe and unharmed.

heh.. trying a new style. btw there will be more parts so be on the lookout!!

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

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Ohma is aware that he can sometimes overwork himself, and he knows that what he does as a hobby can be fatal. Though with this knowledge you would think that he would take accountability of what he does, and automatically knows that he needs to go easier on himself, but no. Now you witnessed your friend almost die over a simple bet. You always knew that Ohma hated to loose, but after this a line had to be drawn.

As you go to see Ohma at his resting place he notices a look a mix of worry and disappointment laced onto your face.

"Your kind of a idiot in my opinion." You look down at him in bed.

Only thing he does is laugh. Why the fuck was he always laughing in situations like this? It made you wonder how much he really cared about your feelings. Yeah, granted you never told him how you felt, but he could at least pick up on your body language and expression.

"Wait are you seriously mad right now? Y'know every time I win with a couple of cuts and bruises you act all weird.-"

"A couple? Do you not understand that your body is almost throwing in the fucking towel Ohma?" You spat out the words and to Ohma they felt like they were laced with poison.

"I-I don't know what your trying to get by."

The cold hospital room was filled with an awkward and tense atmosphere. The room is full of silence and a faint feeling of sorrow.

In reality you just wanted him to know how much you cared for him and loved him he was your everything. If you were to lose him in some type of fight you wouldn't know what to do. Ohma's eyes were glossy. You swore they were the prettiest eyes you ever seen. His eyes were full of sadness though not one tear fell down his pretty face. Some type of guilt washes over you as you stare at him. He holds his mouth a gap for a split second like he really wanted to say something, but he didn't. He just looked at you. Some might say that this is weird or awkward, but it was the sheer opposite. This was a awakening of a new emotion that Ohma felt for you. Something he just knows you won't duplicate.

"Listen, Ohma. Your my best fucking friend. I know i'm not your type of strong, but I'm stronger than you give me credit for."

And with that you walked out of the room and slammed the door behind you. As you sat in your car contemplating what you should do. You cared so deeply for your best friend. Ohma wasn't perfect, but to you he was more beautiful than a Renaissance painting. Almost like he was sculpted with the finest clay, or painted with the most exquisite colors. As you start your car up you see a limping figure run towards your vehicle. As the figure came closer you noticed who it was. Ohma.

"Hey open- open the door." You looked at him with a stern expression not wanting to open the door to him at all. The look. He gave you that damn look. The look is when Ohma takes his big gorgeous redish-brown eyes and looks deep within your soul. It's something he's always done when he wanted you to do something, and you always did. As always you gave in, and you unlocked the door to the car and he got in.

"Where the hell are your crutches?"

"Don't need em'. "

You honestly could write a paragraph on how stubborn and a dick he could be. If you thought of him this way in this moment in time why were you smiling? And shit did he think it was beautiful. You always had that pretty little smile on your face when you were around him, so when it disappeared earlier he didn't want see so bad in his life till now.

"I'm sorry. I don't like it when your mad at me okay?"

"I'm not mad i'm just disappointed."

You two look at each other and sigh. There's that look again in Ohma's eyes. Ohma didn't understand what he was feeling you were his everything his best friend. So why did he feel such a strong feeling of attraction to you. If he ever lost you because of something so stupid he would know how to feel, and would blame himself. Of course it would be his fault, and of course he's the reason your upset now. Ohma was now tender, and doting at your touch. He might've not understood his enjoyment of your existence, but it was obvious that Ohma loved you. Though there was this suffocating doubt in his stomach that made him keep his emotions, and uncertain thoughts to himself.

As you two sat there in silence it wasn't the type of atmosphere that was present in the room it was an uncertainty, and oddly comforting presence that filled the room.

As you thought to yourself it was like you were still stuck inside this hole you couldn't get out of. It was suffocating. Then it was clear you wanted Ohma, but you weren't sure if he wanted you. It wasn't just there mere fact of wanting him. If you didn't have Ohma your whole world would fall apart. You loved him.

Though even though you two needed each other

"I'm not sure he wants me that way"

"I'm not sure she loves me in that way."

These were the main thought going through your minds.

The uncertainty keeps you two apart, and would eventually tear the beautiful relationship you two have built up down.

[kenganbreeder]

So well know the Kure clan only do selective breeding. What if Raian genuinely falls in love with someone who doesnt fit the Kure standards? How would he react to being involved in a loveless relationship, while being in love with someone for the first time?

(SFW slightly looong hcs) tw; Slight infedility(?), forced marriage, possessiveness, light yandere/jealous!Raian, slight fwbs

(Non proofread)

Being genuinely in love doesn't fall in the category of the Kure tradition. Knowing Raian, he probably pledges deeply to his clan which considers his interest in stronger women so he could leave a strong heir. But him being genuinely in love with someone that does not fit the Kure clan standards? You either have to be someone special or some soft head that can only deal with his dumbass for hours, or someone he genuinely finds fun in. He simply hates what you do to him if he ever catches himself thinking of you. He might avoid you and act even more rude, but all that does is make him feel bad sometimes. He does not like being a sorry ass though, so he keeps that attitude on until he's forced into a loveless relationship.

Raian have never really considered being arranged into marriage. The rest of the clan wouldn't be in charge of convincing him though, but he knew it's his 'duty' anyway so he'll agree to the marriage being sorted out. He thought it was foolish that he's practically marrying a stranger, someone he wasn't even aware of what kind of history they had to do with strength. He's honestly lost interest in anyone ever since he realized that at the end of the day, you weren't his.

Raian wouldn't be able to confess to you in time, and if not more, he will never, ever, do it. He's not the person who often prioritizes his heart, but more so to his pride (and mostly duties prolly). Basically he has the mindset "Love is for the weak". He would keep telling himself that you're just an underling who's weak and stupid and...cute. YuP he finds you cute in an aggressive way aka cute aggression and he freaking hates it. The way you look at him is different from the rest. Soft, warm, and genuine. Like he's a saint instead of a murderer. So innocent, so...corruptable

Others might have those soft features, but your eyes have always told him you'd never betray him once. He would always try to come up with a comment to downgrade that tho, just so he could move on with his feelings. But no, each comment just worsens it. He overthinks a lot at first but eventually came in heels with the fact he's definitely possessive in love when he felt jealousy for the first time. The man himself isn't one to feel insecure. He's the strongest Kure member. One that could definitely take down anyone who gets in his way, especially if you were just hanging around with dogs like Rihito.

Raian despises the thought of you ending up with someone else, even if you can't be his at all. You're the one good thing that he sees light in, and he can't stand the thought of you with someone else. If he couldn't have you in the first place, then no one should.

He's still conflicted with his feelings though and they will remain untold and kept. Once the wedding ceremony ends, Raian would have no interest in making love to his arranged wife. Certain reasons like him genuinely being turned off completely, or just isn't interested at all. Would literally just walk out and leave the arranged wife to visit you instead. He'd have no problems being yelled at by the wife as long as he gets to see you by the end of the day. (Treats you more like a wife than the arranged wife herself)

[dollwrites]

ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ʜᴀᴛsᴜᴍɪ sᴇɴ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, suggested age gap ( reader is early twenties & sen refers to himself as daddy once ), size kink ( suggested petite!reader ), body worship ( cock ), this is borderline softcore. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3 pls ignore the unedited pic, i’ll update it as soon as i can!

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act thirteen [ body worship ( cock ) ]

Sen loves the look on your face when he takes his cock out for the first time, even if it’s mostly obstructed by your position on his lap. the way your eyes widen as your gaze devours the girthy extremity. the way your lips, still swollen from all of his fierce kisses, part but not a sound comes out. rendered speechless, but wanton.

damn, he thinks, cock shock looks good on my baby girl.

lounging back against the couch, his thick thighs spread wide, he allows a lazy smirk to tickle his lips and draw them upwards. “Don’t let your eyes get bigger than your stomach, little girl.” he warns in a soft, cooing rumble. his big, powerful hands cup the flare of your hips, rubbing upwards against your waist before careening downward. he applies very little pressure, but it’s enough to push your clothed core flush against the wide trunk of his cock. he allows you to perch right on the base, as if you were riding a pony. of course, it’s no secret that just making out with Sen had drenched your core, and the damp patch of cotton rubs against the solid sex. “You need a little practice before you can take it.”

what’s worse than the embarrassment of having him point out the fact that you weren’t ready to take something that big was that you knew he was right. but god, you wanted to. one of your hands gently caresses the thick, heavily veined muscle, silky strokes of your fingertips against the warmth of his hard-on. you want to know what it feels like to be fucked by him; the sensation of the engorged, pink tip you were enamored with plundering your most delicate regions. you shift your weight, leaning forward, and you press more of your weight down against the base. Sen lets out a soft hum, as if amused by your test of his dexterity, his fingers curled tightly around your waist. they’re nearly interlaced. you were like a toy in his arms, whilst you stared down at the herculean tool between his legs.

“Will you help me?” you ask, unable to tear your stare away from his dick. it has a subtle throb, and seems to twitch when you speak, as if the shyness in your voice was enough to make his loins stir with desire. arousal blooms within you at the thought— did he get hard whenever you so much as spoke to him? it brought up several questions: was it only your voice? or did he get hard whenever he could smell you? whenever you were close enough for him to smell your sweet perfume? “P—practice, I mean…?”

Sen chuckles, sitting up higher, his palms pressing against your skin to hold you firmly in place, and he leans forward, his massive chest pressing against your back. the tips of his long, unruly hair— undone from the usual ponytail, tickles your shoulder as they kiss your bare skin, and he nuzzles his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling. “Sure I will, baby girl. In good time, I’ll make sure you can take every fucking inch. For right now, though…” his voice is a husky whisper that trails off, one of his hands grabbing your free one, guiding it to the neglected side of his cock, “why don’t you just play with it a little? Get used to handling me, baby.”

your breath is heavy, your hands are shaking and you’re not entirely sure why. at first, you admire the sheer girth, taking a mental picture of your fist looking almost too small as you try to grasp it. the tips of your fingers don’t meet your thumb, and the one you’d been using to tease the head slides down, instead, to hold him with both hands. with both of your hands securing a grip at the base, the length is painfully apparent. in this position, with you sat on Sen’s lap, his cock ( if pressed against the side of one of your legs ) could almost reach your knee. you have to swallow around a hard lump forming in your throat the more you fondled him, growing more and more anxious to see just what kind of decimation he could leave your pussy in. “Y—you’re so… big.” you whisper in bemusement, but Sen is grunting softly when you give a little squeeze. “I— I can’t even wrap my hand around it!”

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” he starts to slip back into his relaxed state. “There’s no rush, don’t overwhelm yourself.” he encourages, tilting his head back. the ghost of his smirk is still present on his lips, but his eyes are closing as your curious fingers begin to trace the throbbing veins. “Feel me out, baby girl.” he exhales heavily through his nose, and you attempt a clumsy, stroking motion. it’s not the most graceful, and difficult from this position looming over him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Those soft, sweet hands of yours—“ Sen has to stifle a rumbling purr, allowing his hips to buck forward. you sway on his lap, biting down on your lip, but the delicate fingertips on both hands race towards the tip, thumbs massaging the tender underside of the tip in circles, teasing his resolve.

“Fuck.” he hisses behind his teeth, before letting out a breathless laugh. it’s hoarse and almost sounds… desperate? “You like playing with me, baby girl?” his grip on your wrist isn’t tight, but he guides your hand, his fingers pressing yours against his slit, and you let out a soft, happy whimper as pearls of warm, precum bead up between them, leaving a sticky sheen against them. you can’t help but nod, but the words ( even the most simple of affirmations ) escape you in this moment, you’re too dazzled by the display laid out before you. you press the soft pads of your pointer and middle fingers against the slit and stroke it slowly, until Sen is growling with hardly-subdued delight. his free hand creeps up the length of your back, fingers tangling in your tresses to pull your head back towards him.

as much as you want to keep watching on in awe, admiring every inch of his cock, you obey his silent command, falling back against his chest, the crown of your head rubbing against his clavicle. craning your neck, you tilt your head up, lips parting as you’re about to speak, but the heat and pressure of his lips consuming yours crashes any train of thought you’d had. his tongue is in your mouth in seconds, dominating yours in a ferocious dance, and his nostrils flare with snorting breaths. “Mm, mhm…” his chin tucks into the kiss, a subtle nod as he hums in approval at the way you strum his slit, kissing you hard for a few more seconds before breaking it. his lips still smear over yours, breath hot and washing in tidal waves over your mouth. Sen’s eyes are heavily lidded, thoroughly enjoying your touches. “There you go, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna teach you how to worship his cock.”

[melikedraw]

Hmm! Looks like someone didn't get any sleep on Christmas night!

[darealkiba]

I have hired this Agito to stare at u. 🫵

[uboinlubo]

Agito got some people acting like slutz

Me, I’m some people