#Kengan omega

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ’s ᴡɪғᴇ ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ᴋᴜʀᴇ ʀᴀɪᴀɴ

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ standalone

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!bride!reader, forced marriage, mentions of blood, rough sex, breeding kink, cervix fucking, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

Raian was never stealthy, nor did he care to be. after all, did a lion tiptoe around the savanna in fear of being caught?

you’d noticed this early in the marriage, when you were still too skittish to fall asleep and stay asleep, how he would come home in the wee hours of the morning, stalk around, curse under his breath, come get in bed, and force his way with you— he’d never cared if you were awake and trembling when he wanted you; he simply took you. then, you would be unable to sleep while he dozed off for a few hours. you’d still be awake when he left you there, without so much as a kiss goodbye or a word of farewell. back then, you were grateful that he ignored you most of the time, stayed gone for weeks —sometimes months— at a time, and only used you when he wanted his balls drained.

however, you found your heart thumping— rattling against your rib cage when you were awoken these days for a different reason. not fear, but excitement. when the rawest scent of your husband enveloped the room, your core dampened, as if upon instinct, ready to welcome him home and inside you.

like tonight, when you awoke to the sound of the door opening. you didn’t stir just yet, but instead listened. no one would be stupid enough to break into The Devil’s home, so you knew it wasn’t an intruder, but other members of the Kure Clan filtered in and out of the building at all hours of the day or night, so before you got too antsy, you wanted to be certain it was Raian.

sure enough, the heavy stomping up the stairs belonged to your husband, and your heart raced in anticipation as you sat up in the bed. the bed that was much too big for you alone, yet seemed two sizes too small when Raian laid in it. your fingers rubbed at the fabric of the sheet draped across your lap, chewing on the inside of your cheek. even though you were fairly sure you were excited to see him, you couldn’t help but also feel nervous when Raian was around. he was volatile and unpredictable, even with you.

but you didn’t have much time to think about being anxious, before the door to the bedroom flung open. in the threshold stood Raian in all of his glory. the broadness of his frame blotted out the dim light from the hallway. the muscles that bulged in his biceps grazed the doorframe as he swaggered inside, dipping his head just enough to fit in. your breath catches— that familiar scent of his sweat and other’s blood invades the room right along with him, and you clench your thighs together to keep the pooling in your core as under control as you could.

“This is the second time.” Raian scoffs, gripping several stacks of banded bills in one grip. his fingers are thick, like tree roots. caked under his short nails is black blood, leaving a rancid residue on his fingers from whatever job he’d just come from.

“The… second time…?” you repeat, perplexed, one hand reaching to the bedside table, you turn on the lamp, bathing the bed and a quarter of him in a warm, yellow hue.

Raian watches you like a predator hunting his next victim, scelera eyes following the movement of your dainty hand. as it wanders back towards its place in your lap, he snatches it up with a gigantic, powerful fist wrapped around your fragile wrist. “The second time I’ve come home and you weren’t pretending to be asleep.” there’s a faint amusement in his rumbling baritone, as if he found joy in the way that you used to try and deter him from touching you ( or, perhaps he thought it was funny that it never worked? )

your breath is temporarily caught in your throat, freezing in place as he tosses the money on the floor by the table. he knew you would pick it up, count it, and organize it tomorrow morning after he left again. pulling your wrist closer to his face, he inhales deep, breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume, his nostril rubbing against your wrist. you could see the stain of blood that transfers from his palm to your skin, and you try to press your tongue against the roof of your mouth to keep from gagging. you never did like the sight of blood; even worse when it tainted your skin; yet being married to Raian meant that you were expected to deal with it often. “If you knew anyways, then why pretend anymore?”

Rain chuckles at that— a wicked bubbling up from within the depths of his massive chest, baring his teeth, he allows them to scrape against the delicate flesh of your wrist, squeezing tighter until his knuckles turned white from pressure. “You don’t shake as much at my touch, either.” he notes, his pupils striking white as he steps even closer.

“You don’t like that?” you ask, uncertain. it was hard to read him, sometimes, whether he wanted to be feared by you or not was a mystery. you simply had always been afraid of him because you knew what kind of a beast he was. “Should I still be scared…?”

his lips part enough in a wild grin that his sharp teeth can sink into the fleshy section of your forearm. your tiers part and a breathy gasp escapes them, but you don’t attempt to jerk away from him, instead, keep your eyes turned up at his countenance, as the question lingers in the air. Raian grunts, tasting your flesh between his teeth, but he doesn’t break the skin yet, simply leaves the indentations of his molars as a reminder, shiny with spit as he props one knee on the bed to crawl on to it, growling lowly. “You’re a Kure now, whether you wanted to be or not.” your palm caresses the side of his face in a tender gesture you weren’t sure he’s ever felt before, as it traverses the muscle-bound trail from his jaw to his neck, to his pectorals. “And I don’t want some timid, lil’ church mouse.” using his free hand to rip away the sheets, exposing your bare legs, he crawls even closer, and you scoot back a bit. his voice drops to a husky octave lower than before, lust settling in and thickening his tone. “I want my wife to wet herself when she sees me, tears and trembles be damned. I wanna see you spread your legs and beg for your husband’s cock because you missed it so much—“

“Wash the blood off of yourself, first….” it was the first time you’d made any sort of demand of him, and it came out low and hopeful, lacking confidence. your palm flattens against his chest, attempting to hold him steady and allow him no further purchase. if he’d wanted to, he could’ve easily overpowered you, but he pauses, his brow quirking. your eyes trail along his black tank top. beyond the fabric stretching tight over his developed muscles, it was soaked and reeked of old blood. he left blood smears on the white of the sheets and against your complexion.

“Eh?” Raian challenges, gripping your wrist tighter. any tighter and the bones that were bending against the pressure would snap, and he just wanted to remind you of that. “Thought you knew by now that I don’t give a shit about your weak constitution. Lay back and open up.”

but, you stood your ground. biting your lower lip, your palm presses harder against his chest, feeling his heart pumping below your fingertips. it was endearing to know that there was still a pulse under all that cruelty. your eyes harden as much as you can muster, and you slip your knee between his body and your own, pressing it against his abdomen. of course, if he so desired, he could pin you to the bed and take what he wanted anyways, but he’d said himself that he didn’t want a timid wife. his sceleras were abysmal, golden brows furrowing for a moment before a devilish smirk etches his mouth upwards. as if to force you to remember that he still called the shots, his hand slipped between your thighs and he cupped your sex roughly through your panties, fingers pressing hard on your button. letting out a little mew, you almost submit to him, before he whispers harshly, “Keep that pussy dripping until I get back.”

and with that, he gives you a little push, his hands tearing themselves away from you before he stalks, swearing, into the bathroom. you sit there for several seconds, regaining the breath that had eluded you in that stand off, your heart pounding, and your clit now swollen and aching to be touched like that again.

you couldn’t believe that he’d been receptive of your demand, and you close your eyes for a moment, letting a shaky breath deflate your lungs.

damn, it was a terrifying experience.

after a moment or two, you heard his clothes rustle as he peels them off, and you peek into the bathroom, the door wide open, to see his stature chiseled with bulging muscles, completely nude. his buttocks was round and tight, and as he stood with his stance wide, you feel a warm blush creep on to your cheeks. you could see his swinging balls, and the thick head of his dick, that was already semi-hard from his little exchange with you. he doesn’t seem to notice your ogling, or he doesn’t care, because he steps into the shower, leaving only an imposing shadow behind a foggy glass panel to stare at.

looking down at your own arm, you can see the shape of his hand still left on your wrist in blood, and some of the rust-color was already staining the sheets between your legs where his knee had been. you pull yourself out of the bed and quickly dispose of the sheets, wiping your own arm off on it as you toss them in the hamper. then, you tiptoe over to the doorway of the bathroom, bending over to grab his sullied clothes, too. as you do, you steal another glance, and this time you can tell that his obsidian eyes are trained on you, and he lets out a low, rumbling grunt as he palms his large cock, as if making sure he’s hard enough to fuck you as soon as he’s cleaned off. “Fuck,” he growls under his breath, and you snatch the garments off the ground and spirit them away to the hamper, as well.

lastly, your panties that bore bloodied fingerprints joined the other fabrics and, you breathe sweet relief once the stench of blood no longer clings to you. the scent of your arousal lingers in the air, and you reach down beneath your nightie to press against your netherlips. you did so much gentler than Raian does, caressing your clit with labored breaths as you do exactly as instructed and ensure that you’re still wet and ready for him.

a few, fleeting moments of pleasure pass, and webs of sticky essence stick to your fingers when you finally cease the teasing of your own cunt— taking a soft breath, you promptly replace the bedding. the bed is so gargantuan that you must crawl all the way across it on all fours to tuck the sheets in, but you finish up just in time to hear the water in the shower turn off.

steam creeps out of the doorway, thickening the atmosphere in your bedroom as Raian lumbers out, stark naked. you feel your eyes wander downwards on their own, tracing every throbbing vein on his lower abdomen, sparkling droplets of water running races to see which one will reach his balls first. his cock is hearty and stiff, with a dramatic curve upwards that is sure to bully the most sensitive depths of you. “How’s that cunt?”

god, he was crass.

it used to make you cringe, but you felt yourself get even wetter as you stand before him, sheepishly raising your delicate hand covered in shiny juices for evidence. you had your moment of dominance, and had even gotten your way— Raian was clean and wet, and now he wanted something from you.

the sight nearly makes Raian go feral. with a guttural hiss, he crosses the room in the blink of an eye— so fast that you haven’t the time to stumble back before he’s upon you, lifting you up off the ground with ease. you yip, and wrap your legs around his hips, and arch your back. “Raian—!” you almost added don’t drop me on to your cry, but you knew how monstrously powerful he was. there was no chance of you falling. you became, instead, more hyper focused on the swollen head of his dick, that poked at your sex when you writhed in his grip. your hips roll, just in time for him to thrust his own upwards, and his thickness spears you.

“Uhh!”

“Shit!”

your gurgled moan and his hissing swear were simultaneous at the insertion. your inner walls spasmed frantically, kissing the ribbed intruder that stretched you open. you were so fucking tight— grateful for the lubrication that made his cock fit a little easier, Raian bared his teeth, interlocking his fingers at the small of your back, to jerk you up and down on him at a brutal pace. but you didn’t fight it; you relished in the abusive rhythm, your nightie askew, breasts jiggling out of the sagging neckline as the sleeves draped across your shoulders. you spurred your knees into his ribs, scrambling for leverage in a position that left you almost entirely powerless. clawing at his chest, his shoulders, his neck, you struggled to relieve the pressure he was jabbing into your lower half with every violent buck of his hips.

it was astounding — almost impossible — to feel just how deep his reach was. his fat, flared tip punching against your limit, as if in protest to your body not being more malleable. each time he pounds against the edge of your cervix, pleasure and pain cocktails and attacks your senses. you scream out his name, kick, scratch, and beg him— what you were even begging for at this point was unknown to you. did you plea for mercy?

or were you begging him not to stop bullying your guts.

it was only when he pushed as hard as he could and stilled in this position that you attempted a frantic escape, the pressure in your belly felt as if his cock would burst right through it. you push up against his chest and try to climb him, panting and mewling. “T—too deep, Raian! You’re going to—“

“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” Raian hissed, his breath hot on your cheek and neck as his fingers clamped down on you to lock you tighter in place, working his hips. “Not until I’ve busted this tight, little pussy out. Ah, fuck, feel that?” Raian leans in close to you, nipping at your fleshy, hot cheek as he pushes you down, using an ounce more of his strength. “I’m gonna get my cock all the way into your womb before I flood it. Might as well hang on tight, woman.”

you whimper, and sink your nails into his chest until rubies bead up around them, digging your knees into his ribs. what he was threatening to do to you had your mind running wild, your body jerking. “It—it won’t fit, Raian…!”

“Sure it will. Watch this.”

and, with his raspy chuckle, he gripped you and pushed you down, all the way to his hilt. a croak leaves your open mouth, eyes wide as you feel his tip anchor just beyond the entrance to your cervix. it’s a pain unlike any other you’ve felt before, but the eroticism of it all makes it just bearable enough so you don’t black out. you pant, hips rocking back and forth, but his mouth is against your ear, soothing you in his own, twisted way. “Attagirl. Take me all the way in to those warm guts a’yours. I’m about to blow my load deep, deep in your cunt.”

the sensation and his whispering filthy promises were making you lightheaded, and your head rolls around on your shoulders, your body clenching involuntarily as he keeps you impaled on his cock as deep as it could possibly go. you could feel the skin of your belly bulging in the shape of his manhood, rubbing against his abs every time you move, and it only adds to the mind-numbing experience of having a man break into your womb in such a merciless way.

“Cum… in me…” is all you could bring to your quivering couplet. at first, you thought you were convulsing in protest. it took you several seconds to realize that you were actually riding the waves of an intense, borderline painful orgasm, and you needed his own to punctuate your climax.

Raian smirks, but it appears more like a snarl, his jaw tense and perspiration mixing with the water already clinging to his hair and skin. “You’re turning into a bossy, little cunt, aren’t you?” he teases, but he’s jerking his hips in deep, pumping strokes to chase his own high. “Gotta say, I like seeing that fuckin’ fire in you.”

Raian pumps a few more times before he erupts— the first couple of ropes of warmth seeping into your spongy, fertile cavity. you could practically feel the sperm eagerly attacking your eggs, having much less further to travel thanks to their father’s cruelty. the rest of his release leaves a small, swollen pocket in your lower belly. when he curses under his breath and walks a few feet to the bed, he loosens his grip and allows you, now spent and weak, to slide off of his cock. it slips out of your cervix and leaves your canal with sickening slowness, until you crumple on your back on the bed, his cum oozing out of your twitching hole.

“Hey, don’t make a big, fuckin’ mess. Wouldn’t want any swimmers escaping, now do we?” as he says this, he smirks wickedly and uses his first, two fingers to gather the spunk as it trickles out of you, before he pushes it back in, pumping his fingers to coat your insides. moaning, your legs lay open, and you shake your head at his question. “Yeah, just like that,” Raian mutters under his breath, leaning over to kiss your temple. it was the first, real act of tenderness from him, and it stuns you for a moment. “You’re gonna have my little devils from now until death do we part, wife.”

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2025 update: haven't been doing well mentally and physically but at least my ohma ita bag looks good so far 🫠🙏🩷 anything for my husband 🧘‍♀️

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Reading Kengan Asura/Omega for the Plot

The plot in question:

it absolutely makes me lose it whenever we got shots of Agito's behind because - WHY IS IT SO THICC???

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when the fanfic famine so bad you gotta use cai

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Inaba Ryo

Species: mermaid (based on Japanese freshwater eel)

- Omnivorous

- his hair mimics seaweed which leads aquatic creatures to dwell in it (has a symbiotic relationship with cleaner shrimp)

- hunts by staying still and waiting for bigger fish to swim near, doesn't like having to chase down his food

- is considered an omen of misfortune due to unsavory encounters with humans (has been mistaken for large river snake one too many times)

- has no nipples despite being partially human and is cold blooded

- has both lungs and gills, can breathe on land and in water

- cannot stay out of water for too long as his skin needs to be constantly hydrated

- remember to wash your hands before touching him (or don't touch him at all!) because he could absorb harmful stuff through his skin

More here

[rihitos-irl-look-alike]

This right here did something to me🧍🏼

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Could you do some bath/shower headcanons or scenarios of the kengan boys with their s/o. (Could you please include wakatsuki and agito pls🙏)

OOOOH I've been waiting for this one

Kengan Men: Bathing with their S/O

Content: Fluff, Intimacy

Ohma Tokita

• This man REEKS Escpecially after training. You have to force him to take a shower, there is no other way.

• He's never gotten used to showering, as he used to just bathe in lakes, rivers, and watering holes.

• Prefers cooler showers because of that. Doesn't mind if it's warm, but If it's too hot then he just takes matters into his own hands and turns it down again.

• He can bathe just fine on his own, but he usually drags you in with him just because he can.

• Just seeing his body with water dripping down his sculpted body is MMMMMMM scrumptious. You never miss out on a chance like this.

• Prefers to face you while showering. You usually do your own separate things instead of being all over eachother like washing his hair and back. But sometimes you have to remind him to do things like wash his under his armpits and put conditioner in his hair.

• And he just likes to look at you (oogle at your body nonchalantly). He can get a little handsy at times, but that's because he's curiously admiring you

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• He begs you to take a shower with him, or you seduce him into take a shower with you.

• Likes showers on the warmer side. He does work in cold storage, so it makes sense.

• Most of the time it ends it heavy petting and a make out sesh. Or going a little further. It's one of his favorite places to do it anyways....

• "Wash my back for me?" "Is that even a question?"

• Is good at getting the knots out of your hair with his strong fingers. He just really likes how your hair looks and feels when you put conditioner in it.

• Sometimes he just hugs you and holds you in his arms while swaying gently from side to side. You could just fall asleep because of his body AND the water temperature.

• His hair is extremely fluffy when it dries off. He looks like a pomeranian and it's adorable.

Raian Kure

• Prefers to shower alone. That's just how he is. Until you're in the shower alone and he just barges in or sneaks up on you.

• Likes to use the excuse that he's just saving water by showering with you. Like BOY- your dad is paying the bill.

• His showers are HOT, be warned if you ever want to join him in one. Unless you also take hot showers, you're his soulmate then.

• He takes showers when he's angry or upset at something just to let off steam. Sometimes he just drags you in and then [REDACTED]

• Buys you your own shampoo / conditoner / hair oils / etc in his bathroom for you just incase. Until you guys live together that is

• It's the best to cuddle with him right after he showers cause he smells like coconuts and aloe. You can't get your nose off of him and he appreciates the attention very much

• He doesn't take baths, but if he walks in on you taking one the clothes are coming off and he's diving in.

Gaolang Wongsawat

• Another Alone shower-er. He considers showering together to be intimate and romantic. It has to come naturally, he has to be in the mood, otherwise no dice.

• Has the best hair washes, to keep his long hair silky and clean. You don't need to ask twice to use them, what's his is yours.

• Cold showers. But will turn up the temp when you're in there with him.

• Can take care of himself and also take care of you while showering with him. Your back pressed into his chest. Him slowly and sensually scrubbing your skin with a cloth as he kisses your neck.

• Likes to massage your scalp with shampoo, seeing you sigh in bliss as his fingers gently rub and knead your hair.

• Neither of you have to say a word, just look at eachother passionately and feel the water on your skin. My god this man with wet hair is such a turn on.

• Date Night baths. Reserved only for date nights. No other times will he take a bath.

Saw Paing Yoroizuka

• Is also used to bathing in watering holes / lakes as he did in Burma and his village. So you have to teach him shower etiquette. He prefers baths to showers anyways.

• He's always excited for bath time, and will always ask you to join him for one. Makes a pouty face if you say no.

• Warm baths all the way. Cause he's always all fired up anyways.

• Usually talks your ear off, but in a quieter tone of voice instead of his usual yelling. He usually sits on one side while you sit on the other.

• If he's feeling extra cuddly he'll pull you into his back. Maybe give you a back rub as you tend to your hair.

• Onces he's in, he never wants to leave. Same with showers, so you have to figure how to coerce him to come back out.

• Maybe some sweet talking will do the trick, he's like a puppy when it comes to that stuff.

Kanoh Agito

• It is very rare that you'll ever shower with him. Ever. He is very strict when it comes to his whole shower routine. But when that rare chance comes, it comes.

• If you ever shower with him, that means he's feeling extra vulnerable...and I guess you could say passionate.

• When showering with him, he likes to show his companionship to you by washing your body, shampooing and conditioning your hair. Hell he'll even shave your legs, the man is skilled with a razor.

• Showers, then soaks in the tub for maybe 15 minutes. He likes both pretty hot, not as scalding as Raians though.

• Sometimes gets the hot and cold faucets mixed up. The look on his face when cold water rains down on him is *chefs kiss*

• Don't expect anything else to happen though. Shower time is for showering, and bath time is for bathing

• You come out feeling sleepy and relaxed. Like you just had a day at the spa. You fall asleep as soon as you hit the bed, which Agito finds to be fascinating yet attractive.

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• Will either ask you straight up if you want to shower with him. OR make sure you get the hint that he wants you to join him by walking past you in only a towel.

• Nothing makes him more happy than his s/o, naked, and willing to spend time with him even in the shower.

• Shower temp depends on his mood, but let's you decide anyways.

• Takes every ounce of his will not to put his hands all over you. He absolutely adores your body and wants to worship every inch of it.

• Can't take baths in a normal tub because of his muscle mass / density. As soon as he sits down in one the water rises and the floor is flooded.

• Let's you shave his face for him once you're done with everything else. Sits you on his lap and let's you gently scrape away the stubble. Will not let you shave his goatee though. Attacks you with kisses afterwards.

• Draws messages on the steamy mirror for you. Sometimes they're sweet, sometimes they're dirty.

BONUS

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*picks up by scruff of neck like a kitten*

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Kure Rain X Black fem reader [ All are welcome but I always write with black y/n ]

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.

Warnings: specific warnings will be in each chapter

There had never really been too much talk about what your father did for work, where he went to once a year for five days, and that was simply what it was. All you were told when you asked was that he liked fighting tournaments and his job required him to travel—this year had finally been different for multiple reasons.

Your father got a promotion that had you move out of your two-bedroom apartment that you called home your entire life and the whole family would be coming with him on his yearly endeavors. 

It was your first year of college and spring break was the time when your father would go on his trip. The news was brought to you one afternoon in February and from then on you had spent time planning outfits and hoping that the weather would be warm enough for a short dress.

The day had finally neared and you left your morning class giddily, having multiple appointments to doll yourself up and having your father pay for it was a true treat. 

After running your errands you went home hoping to double check your bags again before dinner. Opening the door your father called out for you from the kitchen. He explained the trip's basic ins and outs, including the tournament.

“Are there going to be any well-known fighters at the tournament? Like from wrestling or something?” you questioned. 

“ Well, I do believe this year there might be a famous wrestler but I don’t think he is on your radar, I also wanted to mention why I go on these yearly trips in the first place,” he explained.

You sat on a chair paying full attention as he went through the betting system, he explained his boss sends him to his place to either represent his company if they had their fighter or simply just to place his bets. The tournament was five days long and companies worldwide including many world elites attended placing billions of dollars in this secret tournament, With the information overload your eyes widened from shock. 

The Kengan association was not only a secret fighting ring for elites which initially shocked you but, the amount of money that goes into these tournaments had your jaw hanging to the ground. The excitement had steadily built up the rest of the night even through dinner. As you were getting ready for bed a crashing sound went through the house. 

“ Have you lost your mind !” You froze in fear hearing your mother scream through the house. Quietly, you tiptoed towards your door placing your ear to hear the conversation happening across the hall. There was a constant back and forth, your mother’s anger and your father raising his voice now and then which usually meant not only was he wrong for whatever he did but—- he was trying to rationalize his misdeeds. 

Your face scrunched up hoping to hear more than just bits and pieces and you finally creaked open your door. You heard the exasperated sighs of your mother, “ How could you even wager something like this, to sign your name on those papers knowing there is a fifty percent chance you will lose it all… and for what?�� 

“ I didn’t have much of a choice, you don’t understand! If I didn’t sign something could’ve happened to myself or one of you. I needed to take that chance.” My father said solemnly. 

Your head was now sticking out of your door as your curiosity grew. Hours before the first family trip in years they were fighting and it seemed to be serious, analyzing the conversation you could understand just how idiotic your father had been. He signed his life away with whatever contract and decided to come clean. You wanted to dare yourself to get a little bit closer as their voices returned to regular volume but the possibility of getting caught in their crossfire limited you. 

“ Are you going to tell y/n? Or are you going to let her know only if you lose? Truth is you don’t have the option because if you don’t do it I most certainly will.” 

Your father sighed and you heard him begin whispering, gnawing at your lip didn’t cease, and the excitement of being sneaky was trying to overpower your senses. Releasing your lip you carefully inched out of your room praying to all above that your creaky door wouldn’t be so creaky today. Just as you were about halfway out your door whined, slowly and loudly. 

Thinking fast you ran to your dresser grabbed your cup and continued out the door, your mother soon appeared out of her room. You scrolled mindlessly on your phone hoping she thinks your demeanor is natural and head downstairs. You groaned internally as she followed knowing she was going to question whether or not you heard the conversation. You continued your act as you got your drink and she finally spoke up, “ I know you heard me and your father, I need to tell you the full situation.” You groaned internally and turned around leaning on the edge of the sink. 

“ I wasn’t really eavesdropping you guys are just way too loud…”

She laughed softly and made her way to the cabinet grabbing a wine glass. You watched her like a hawk, she was going to tell you something that could possibly give you a panic attack and this laid-back attitude was already sending alarms to your brain. “ I’ll cut to the chase… Your father decided to sign a contract binding the entire family on whether or not his boss wins or loses,” She said popping her bottle of wine. As the shock began to spread across my features she poured her class silently before making eye contact. 

“ If the fighter we represent loses we will lose everything, no college, no home, nowhere to run and his boss knows that. My theory is that your father’s boss wants to ensure that the losses don’t only affect him and use us as his shield.” 

I couldn’t think clearly, her voice fading out as the reality of my situation began settling in. How could someone who claims that his family is everything— the family who he worked so hard to move them up in life— how could he forfeit our freedom so easily? My vision focused back onto her as she moved towards the island sitting on one of the stools, I quickly moved towards siting beside her. 

“ I heard the last few bits of your conversation earlier, he said he didn’t have a choice but it was his choice to start this gamble in the first place,” you said irritably. 

She sighed and shrugged her shoulder in agreement before continuing, “ Honestly I should’ve known your father was in too deep when we moved into this house only a month after his promotion.” As she spoke my mind felt like it had become clear as if the rose-tinted glasses were taken off. You had always held my father in high regard alongside my mother, they kept you happy and you’ve lived a decent life and never truly had to ask for a thing.

However, this recent promotion after twelve years made no sense when you look objectively. Being sent away to the same place every year for five years, never truly knowing what your father did for work other than ‘ he is a businessman, you and your mother were purposefully kept out of the truth to ensnare your father in a devious relationship.  

“ I think he owes us the truth, what is really going to happen if we lose the fight? What has he been doing for work and why he got this big promotion.” You declare. She nodded in agreement and continued sipping her wine. There was a comfortable silence between you now as you had no choice but to make peace with the fact that your father was a liar who signed away your entire family’s freedom. 

You both sat there for a while and made small talk about what went on during the day, how you both went out to prepare for the trip, and what you were excited to see. Anything to distract each other from a terrible reality. Sometime thereafter you heard your father softly make his way down the stairs, you looked over to your mother and saw the anger that seethed beneath her soft features, it festered hotter as he grew close. 

When he appeared no one said a word. The sadness in his eyes was clear as day and you could almost hear his thoughts racing, wondering what exactly he was going to say to his wife and daughter that could justify his carelessness. 

“ Before I say anything else— I want to apologize for putting the two of you through this.”

He sat the opposite of us and you had to keep your eyes away from him, not ready to see such distraught emotions your father had never once showed me in all my years. He cleared his throat and proceeded, “ My boss… he is a very powerful man and unfortunately, I am just being shown his true colors. After working so many years I never thought he would make me sign such a contract, I had signed multiple NDAs for the tournament this time of year I didn’t really put much thought.” He further explains how his boss spent years crafting him into the perfect vessel, the one he would sacrifice if everything went to shit.

Your father went in depth about the manipulation he faced, his boss convinced him their relationship was tight nit and he trusted my father with these tournaments because he always got the job done without ever messing up. 

The night continued and the horrible truth unraveled. The contempt for your father was on a rollercoaster, you couldn’t truly decide if you felt sorry for this poor bastard or if you wanted to scream at him till your vocal chords were raw. You settled with keeping quiet as your mother vocalized her anger for his selfishness and reckless behavior. Deep into the night, you all returned to your rooms as the flight would be at nine sharp. Laying down you laugh to yourself, a trip that was supposed to be fun and filled with new adventures was replaced with a trip that would determine the rest of your life.

The morning came fast and you were out the door before you knew it, the brisk air of the morning was waking you up faster than you would like. The drive had been quiet, with no singing and laughing everyone just running scenarios of the worst outcomes through their minds. The airport was emptier than usual and after checking in you were greeted by a group of men dressed like men in black. 

You looked towards your father as they handed him a letter, he quickly opened it to view its contents and then nervously smiled at the men before him. Looking over to me and my mother he explained that these men would be escorting us during our entire trip and we would be riding privately. On a regular day, most people being told they not only had an escort but were riding privately to their destination would be a dream come true but we all could see between the lines. This was to keep us in check and to make sure we knew, there was nowhere to run. 

The plane was luxurious, the seats more comfortable than your own bed and the people doting on you made you almost forget the sinister undertone. Mimosas, full meals, everything you could ask for was just handed to you, who wouldn’t feel like an elite? The flight went smoothly but the guards were stationed all throughout the plane and even though their glasses were tinted you could feel the eyes watching your family’s every move. 

Fourteen hours seemed to go quickly when you had no choice but to sleep or have a starring contest with a group of guards. Once you landed you were escorted in a car bringing you to your first destination. One of the guards told us we would be brought to a hotel to get ready for the night, our luggage would be boarded onto the yacht that was going to bring us to the island. 

Arriving at our destination you could tell you were by the docks, the hotel was small and truly fit for a one-day stay. The room you were provided had two twin beds and a window that showcased a wonderful view of all the boats. A smile made its way to your face seeing such a sight and you decided to relax a while before you would get ready. The guards left us to ourselves for a while and you could feel the tension in your shoulders dissipate. Your father clarified that the guards were only heading out to get the clothing we were going to wear on the boat. 

A few hours passed and the sun soon began its descent, a swift knock came to the door and your mother opened it allowing the guards to enter with bags and boxes full of clothes you couldn’t even name. You were provided formal wear and then told your family needed to be ready to leave before the sun went fully down. The next hour was spent with everyone showering and rushing past one another in and out of the bathroom. Although the situation was far from perfect you had relaxed into it letting excitement run through your veins for the first time in seventy-two hours. 

The dress fitted perfectly along with your shoes, you bit your lip thinking about the fact that your sizes were known to these people and knew that was only the bare minimum of information they had on you and your family. Half an hour later when the moon was shining brightly into the room there was another knock signaling it was time to go. You kept your head down when leaving the hotel wanting to bite back the urge to burst into tears. These next five days would determine everything but you refused to show such vulnerability to evil people who would surely laugh in your face. 

The boat was magnificent, you were quickly escorted into a ballroom where already hundreds of people filled in. The guard urged your father to mingle stating the boss wanted to make new connections and maintain current relations with overseas companies. You held onto your clutch ferociously as you smiled into the crowd, your father making his rounds introducing you to people you’ve read nasty articles about. The entire situation was so surreal it all felt like such a fever dream until your father ran into an old man with onyx-colored eyes.

Chills ran down your spine as you discretely looked at the people surrounding this man, they all had black eyes and a menacing aura surrounded them. The old man smiled shaking hands with your father and you could’ve sworn you seen your father gulp. 

“ It is nice to see you once again Mr. L/n, and you’ve finally brought your family I see.” The man commented. 

“ It’s a pleasure to see you and the rest of your clan once more Mr. Erioh,” 

“ Your boss and I spoke earlier, I am so glad you decided to sign the contract, we both knew you would eventually crack,” The man laughed sinisterly. You bit your lip as you looked at the people surrounding the man, they were surveying your family thoroughly making you want to run and hide where they couldn’t find you. You looked amongst the group and made eye contact with a man with spikey blonde hair. 

He zeroed in on you and a smirk etched its way onto his face. He could tell just how much you didn’t want to be there and you could tell just how much that excited him. You broke eye contact and returned your sight to the floor hoping this interaction would end quickly. From your peripheral, you see the man lean towards the old man and whisper something into his ear and your worst fears come to fruition.

The man cleared and then motioned toward my mother and me before speaking, “ This is your wife and daughter correct?” It felt like the alarm for the purge was sounding off as the spotlight was brought to you. You lifted your head to see everyone with black eyes staring at you and your mother like you were meat. 

“ Yes this is my daughter y/n and my wife // “

Your mother spoke up first, introducing herself, and then clasped your hand tightly in hers silently nudging you to speak up. You robotically introduced yourself and noticed the blonde man fully breaking out into a smile and chuckling to himself while you spoke. 

“ And how lovely they both are— Tell me if I’m correct, you daughter, she is in college?”

“ Yes she is attending one of the top schools, it is her first year,” 

The old man smiled towards you congratulating you on your accomplishments. You thanked him and begged silently for the attention to go toward something else not liking the amount of eyes ( especially the beadily little eyes that were drilling into you from the blonde ) that focused on every ounce of your being. 

“ I hear she has played many sports including boxing, taekwondo, and basketball to name a few,” 

Your father nervously laughed and nodded his head, “ Yes she has always been a very active girl and we made sure she had her outlets,” 

The man hummed before snapping his fingers, the blonde quickly leaned towards him and the man spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, “ Raian I believe you have a lot in common with young y/n please accompany her for the rest of their trip. I think it would be great if the two of you got to know one another a little bit,” 

Your eyes widened and you looked over to your mother in fear. You wanted absolutely nothing to do with this man and the people surrounding him, your stomach turned in knots and your mother squeezed your hand once again before releasing it. You let out a huff in disbelief, she turned away from you and moved closer to your father as a sign for you to go with him. 

Your brain short circuited when the man stood tall in front of you smiling down at you insidiously. He placed his hand on the small of your back turning you towards the rest of the party, he quickly ushered you to walk without a word and you panicked pushing his arm off of you and turning towards your parents for an explanation. 

“ Y/n let Raian escort you for the rest of the night, your father has much to talk about with Mr. Erioh,” Your mother said pleadingly. 

You softly nodded and turned around, if your mother was begging you to just go with it you knew these people weren’t ones you wanted to piss off. Still, this nagging feeling in the back of your throat wouldn’t go away, there was something more to this— this entire fiasco wasn’t as simple as your father explained and your mother was trying her best to keep it together as well. 

You followed the man out of the ballroom silently hearing your heartbeat pounding throughout your eardrums like a symphony of death. The voices began to fade as the man directed you down many halls, there were fewer people as you continued your journey and you were opening your mouth every once and again thinking of what to say first. Finally, as he directed you onto the deck and into fresh air you stopped in your tracks and stared into his blue irises.

“ Do you mind explaining what exactly is going on here?”

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A/N: Ik you’re probably like… didn’t you say you were gonna post ch 2 of Isekai Yandere op. Yes!!! And I will however, I’m in a bit of a rut because of school and honestly the pressure of living up to thw first part lol. A lot of you really liked it and more people began writing for it so I don’t want this continuation to be underwhelming. I’m going to make a separate post abt everything but I hope you enjoy this like I did! Mwuah 🫶🏽

[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)

[astrallogic]

i drew them back when i caught up with omega... some little guys i like!

[ddollfface]

Hello, first of all I really appreciate your blog. I love to read your story's, they are incredible C:

Secondly, I wanted to take a request for a yandere baki? Like, he falls for a classmate who is really shy and insecure but she secretly trains to become more confident and stronger? Maybe Baki wants to help her (or not depends on how you think yandere baki would be) and also protect her?

Sorry if my request is a little bit confusing ^^" If it's too random for you, you can just write general yandere baki headcanons :") I hope you have a nice day and thank you in advance :D<3

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Trigger Warnings; Bad writing, she/her pronouns, possessive thoughts, not really yandere, reader is depicted as really socially awkward and clumsy, uhhh Kozue doesn't exist in this universe ig (I'm sorry bbg) It's no problem, nonny! I love it when ya'll give me random scenarios lol. Though I write really slowly, so sorry that it's been so long... Enjoy and give me any feedback! I'm still trying to tweak Baki's character profile!

“C’mon, do one more. You got this,” 

You panted, stretching your muscles to the extent you could, bringing your chin above the bar, trying to focus on the searing stretch in your muscles, and using it to motivate you as you lifted yourself up once more. Your thighs were clenched, trying to fight gravity, and get twenty pull-ups, surprising yourself when your head gets above the bar. 

Seventeen… that’s Baki’s age, you think with a small smile gracing your face as you go for another one, only to whine, wincing as your arms refuse to move. Just as you’re about to drop, you feel your classmate, who you’re too nervous to call a friend, hands grab your waist, helping you down from the pull-up bar. His hands cupped your waist, practically carrying your weight in his hands, catching you off-guard.

“I-thank you, Baki,” You mumbled, glancing over your shoulder as he set you on the ground, and smiling. A warm feeling fluttered in your chest, feeling accomplished at how many pull-ups you did. Only just a month ago, you couldn’t even hang from the bar without getting sore, but with Baki’s help, you’ve improved so much! It makes you giddy as you think of your progress, of how far you’ve come, and how much stronger you’ll be in the future. It gives you a surge of confidence whenever you find yourself exerting some of your newfound strength, beginning to love yourself a little more. 

“No problemo,” Baki shrugs, trying to remain lax, ignoring the throbbing of his heart. He got to touch you, place his hands on your waist, and carry your weight. God, you’re so pretty, even when you’re all sweaty. He felt like a lovesick schoolboy (he is). Your presence feels like a punch to the gut, giving him a newfound energy, the same feeling he chases when he fights. His heart pumping blood throughout his body, forcing it through his veins as his brain races with thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts. He can almost feel his hands shake, practically begging his conscience for a chance to grab, hold, and smother you with affection, to pepper kisses all over your face, and praise your body in a way you deserve. 

He can’t even describe the surge of joy he got when you asked him for help, looking at him… well you didn’t look at him, preferring the ground’s gaze whenever you talk to him, but that didn’t matter too much. Your words were far more important. The moment your soft voice shyly asked for him to train you, to help you out because you wanted to be better, to be more confident. 

And while Baki loved you for who you were and the way you were he understood. He understood wanting to be better, to strive for more and more until your nails have gone raw and bloody, unable to claw away. He understands the feeling of not being where you want to be, of not being stronger, or accomplishing more. 

Though you both have different reasons for training, he understands the core values of it. You’re training to help build confidence and find value in yourself, while Baki does it because it’s a staple in his life, the only consistent pillar throughout his short years. But you both share the determination and though you likely will never be as strong as him, which is completely okay and likely how he’d prefer it, he admires how you had the confidence to approach him, asking him for help with something so personal.

Of course, he said yes. What kind of man would he be if he denied you help? Especially when you asked so sweetly? He still remembers how his cheeks grew warm and how he could hear his heart thud against his ribs at the idea of watching you work out. And though, Baki will never admit to it… you’re just so pretty, the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. You’re so soft, so kind, and just so cute. There’s no way he can’t gawk, respectfully, whenever he sees you squat, or how you smile whenever you complete a set, looking at him with amazement. Sometimes you’ll even hug him! And, honestly, he could die a happy man!

He tries his hardest, never wanting to make you uncomfortable, keeping your best interests in mind, and that’s why he absolutely refuses to let you work out in public. Nope, nope, nope, that’s not going to happen. Sure, you two can go on a run together, but he makes sure to give you one of his athletic zip-ups, not wanting guys to gawk at you, knowing that they will. 

It doesn’t matter that you’re only sixteen, he knows how men think, how they reduce you to your body. You’re so much more than that, and that’s why his blood boiled when he saw a guy let his eyes trail across your body as you did some push-ups. Yeah, no, you’re never going to a public gym again, that was the first and last time he’d ever let you do that. 

And if you were to ask, he’ll just say that you can’t even imagine the amount of sweat and bacteria on those machines. Can’t you imagine how many sweaty, grubby hands have touched those dumbbells? Or how many people have sat on that bench? Yeah, you can’t give him a number, and after that, you refused to touch your face without washing your hands and wiping away any grime from your face with a wet wipe, even upping your skincare a little.

Don’t get it wrong, you’re not a germaphobe or anything, but you had to agree with Baki, though you weren’t going to challenge him either way. You had noticed the gleam in his eyes as he pulled you up and off the floor, stopping you in the middle of your rep. Of course, you pouted a little, seeing as you were about to do ten push-ups! But you didn’t say anything, not wanting to stir any trouble, so you just kept your head down as Baki said you guys were going to end early. 

You didn’t want to, but you trusted Baki, and you weren’t going to say no when he looked so sure of himself. You hadn’t noticed the way his eyes seemingly darkened when he walked behind you, noticing how your leggings hugged you too tightly, nor did you seem to care when he handed you a jacket, saying you looked a little cold. If anything, you thought it was extremely sweet, and it made your cheeks grow warm, and your stomach does flips. 

“Well, it’s getting pretty late; you want me to take you home?” Baki’s voice draws you out of your little trip down memory lane, causing you to look up from your hands, which you were probably staring at for an embarrassing amount of time. With a small smile, you nod your head, turning to face Baki, and wiping some sweat from your brow. 

“Um, sure! That sounds like a plan-” You cut yourself off with an awkward chuckle, internally cursing yourself for being such a dork. I mean, what could Baki, probably the strongest man in the world, be thinking of you? He probably thinks you're super duper weird and that you sweat too much, oh God. What if you smell! 

Slowly losing yourself in your thoughts, Baki quirked a brow, noticing that you seemingly were spacing out, so, like any normal person who definitely hasn’t been daydreaming about his moment since he first met you, he placed his hand on your shoulder and tilts his head, “*Hey, are you good? You’re not lightheaded or anything, right? That wouldn’t be too good, yeah?*”

Baki had a small, reassuring smile on his lips, and the small mole on his upper lip stretched slightly, catching your attention. Feeling your cheeks heat up, your brain went into override, becoming overwhelmed with how close Baki was. You could see all the pores in his skin, and you could feel him too. His palm was oddly warm, maybe a little sweaty, but that was probably just you… ew. His hand cupped your shoulder, thumb drumming against your colder skin softly as he awaited your response, but you just looked at him with parted lips, eyes wide, and mind blank. 

You definitely looked like an idiot, you were sure of it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, feeling a little awestruck. Let’s just say that conversations have really never been your thing, especially when they’re cute guys without a shirt. Trying your best, you succeeded in keeping your eyes locked on his face, not letting them linger and drift down to his neck, where his SCM muscle flowed down to his clavicle and mended with the infrahyoid muscle group, only for his trapezius muscle to lay over his shoulder blade and peak from his back. His pectoralis majors were bulging against his sternum, making him seem more like a bodybuilder than a normal, teenage boy, not even to mention his serratus anterior, which was clearly defined and wrapped around his sides-

“Geez, man, you’re such a creep, staring at my muscles,” Baki chuckled, hiding how giddy he felt with your eyes on him, him, him.  His hand moved from your shoulder to your head, ruffling your hair with a cheeky grin as he tilted his head teasingly, “Is that a little drool I see there?” The hand on your head moved to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lower lip, as if there were really drool (there wasn’t, he just wanted to make you flustered). His calloused fingers teased your cheek, almost covering your whole face, and you thought you might just die. 

“Pphha-Oh, my God! I’m so, so sorry, Baki! That was so weird-” You fumbled over yourself, practically jumping away from his hand with a warm face. Your lips were trembling slightly, your nerves dripping through your veins as you cracked your knuckles, unsure of what to do with yourself as you felt your blood turn into molten lava. Standing with your arms straight and hands by your side, you quickly maneuvered to get your stuff, quickly remembering what the conversation was. Slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder, your legs were unstable as you steadied yourself and glanced around Baki’s home, not wanting to come anywhere near his gaze. 

“Well, anyways-I, um… I think I should go, um, home.” I spoke unceremoniously, ending your words with an out-of-place cough, only fueling Baki’s amusement as he looked you up and down. You were just so cute. He could just eat you up. His syrupy brown eyes swirled with amusement, taking in your nervous form. He really is obsessed, isn’t he?

He can’t get enough of your flustered smile, the way your lips quirk and tremble as you let meaningless words slip from your lips. Your eyes always got so scattered, flickering across whatever room, just to avoid his gaze. Although he’d love for you to get more comfortable, to just relax around him, he does enjoy these moments where you slur your speech and wave your hands around; it’s comforting in a sense. Deciding not to push any further, knowing your heart would probably thump out of your chest, he shrugs his shoulders and gives your bicep a small tap, “Sure thing, I’ll let you off this time.”

His voice was soft and playful as to coax you out of being so nervous. You just smile stiffly, feeling your heart thump, thump, thump, going crazy in your ribcage as you try to cool your tense figure, to slow the blood flooding in your ears. Giving him a nervous, wonky smile, you shrug your bag further up your shoulders, needing to do anything to distract you from the situation at hand. Baki was just so cool, and everything about him was amazing, but you were just… you. For God’s sake! Baki is probably the strongest man in the world, for all you know! And he’s training you of all people? He must be an angel or something… 

That’s what you think. You don’t know the gleam that flickers through his eyes whenever you turn away, the pure, utterless obsession that flows through his veins. Though Baki wouldn’t consider himself to be a jealous man, by any means, he can’t help but worry about you. You also don’t know the amount of men he’s dealt with through the school year; the amount of people he’s had to… steer away from you, just to keep you safe. But that’s good. You don’t need to know, ever. 

And you still don’t know as you walk side-by-side through the residential neighborhood, Baki holding your bag, of course. He always insists that he helps you out, seeing as you must be oh so tired from your workout, so just let him help you out, yeah?

To you, it was a smooth night, although a little awkward and embarrassing, it was nice. There was a soft breeze, so it was pleasing on the back of your neck, and you could feel your hair tussle and flow. Humming under your breath, you glance around the neighborhood you know like the back of your hand, and observe the different houses. Many were more 1970s-stylized architecture, but it was pretty nonetheless. They all had dark, wooden frames and sloped roofs, guarded by flimsy, wooden fences. With your eyes locked onto your surroundings, you lost track of how long you’d been walking until Baki suddenly stopped, nudging you for your attention. 

“Oh, thanks for walking me home, Baki…” You chuckle, catching yourself before you could make you look like more of an airhead. Scratching your cheek, you turned your back, standing in front of the gate that led to your small home, where your parents were probably snooping out the window to see what cute boy had brought you home…

“Nah, we’re chillin’. I just want to make sure you’re safe, you know how it is.” He shrugged, giving you a small, endearing smile before shoving his hands into his jean pockets, glancing at the ground before looking back at you. Giggling sheepishly, you messed with the hem of your shirt, before clearing your throat and straightening your posture. The air was oddly relaxing, though still a little stiff.

“Yeah, but you really didn’t need to, especially since you’re carrying my bag, too!” You sighed dramatically, pursing your lips slightly as you tried to make the mood a little lighter, more for yourself than Baki. He chuckled, rolling his eyes a little with some sass, handing you your bag as you motioned for it. 

“Geez, what d’ya think of me? I’d be a pretty shitty friend if I let you walk out here by yourself.” Baki flicked your forehead with a quirked brow, continuing, “But really don’t mention it. You’re like my best friend, practically my responsibility.” He added with a nonchalant grin. 

Nodding your head with a smile, trying to ignore the growing warmth on the back of your neck. God, talking to Baki was so easy, even if you fumbled your words an embarrassing amount of times, and you couldn’t help but feel your brain speed up, racing a million miles per hour. Subconsciously, your eyes kept lingering, down, down, down toward his lips, watching them move as he spoke. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, there was a tug on your heart, feeling a pull toward Baki, and he felt it, too. 

Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Oh, c’mon! Just do it! You hyped yourself up, adjusting your duffle bag on your shoulder as I leaned your weight onto one foot to another, slightly nudging yourself closer to Baki. Your heart was pounding, ringing in your ears as you kept your eyes nervously locked on his face. Baki had continued talking, rambling off about some fight he had recently. Of course, you loved hearing Baki talk, but you couldn’t think straight, hyper-fixating on this inner turmoil that took over your thoughts. Though Baki had noticed your fidgeting and shift in behavior, he brushed it off as you just being antsy to go to sleep. Wait; why are you so close?

And just like that your lips brushed against his cheek, only there for half a second that Baki thought that he had imagined it. A slip of electricity had shot through both of you, a lingering warmth on his cheek as Baki stared at you with wide eyes. You just kissed him! Baki’s brain went into overload, standing there with his lips parted like a fish. Of course, your face had blossomed with an overwhelming amount of warmth, so hot that even Baki could feel it radiate off of you. Without a second thought, you rushed into your home, though not without running into the half-opened gate and tripping up the steps. 

Baki hadn’t even noticed your clumsy movements, far too focused on the warmth that swelled under his skin, a feeling he wasn’t used to. The tips of his fingers were pulsing, feeling static as he urged himself to do something, but his mind was caught up on what he felt. Everything was upside down, his world spinning, and the rhythm of his heart kept him in a jumble. It felt like his brain was empty but swirling with more thoughts than it should. Your lips felt oh so soft, and he couldn’t forget; he didn’t want to forget. 

“You’re just too much.” He mumbled under his breath, a newfound determination blossomed in his heart, and a lovesick gleam in his brown eyes. You just confirmed everything he’s ever wanted and dreamed of; you were his. You want to be his. That just means that you don’t need them either, all you need is him, and he’s sure you wouldn’t mind just staying at his place, right? You’re practically dating now, and it’s only right that you live together; that’s what couples do, right? 

As he walked away, steps a little off-center, a plan formed in his head, obsessive delusions fueling it. With just one, small kiss, you had decided your fate. No longer could you get off as just being his “best friend”, no. You were his lover now, his future wife. Though you didn’t seem to fully grasp that, Baki’s glad to give a helping hand.

[janitetsu]

EXCUSE ME??? SHOWERING OHMA??? 😭😭😭😭 can the camera pan a liiiittle lower please <3 this is truly the universe's way of telling me to write for my husband 🤧

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[smutbutoutofnowhere]

me: oh boy im gonna check this new content i found i hope it doesnt be my new hyper fixation

my brain 5 seconds in checking the content:

[matuts]

My cousin do be critiquing my taste in men, like come on?!?! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THEM?

Lihito got lost in the translation but how can you not love him too?

[melikedraw]

Imai Cosmo

Species: naga (based on boa constrictor)

- carnivorous, hunts birds and small/medium size mammal eg. rabbits, baby deers

- able to unhinge his jaw for easy swallowing

- no nipples, no external ears, two dicks (like a snake)

- spends most of his time in the trees, draped over branches

- his entire length is around 3-4 times the average adult human

- uncommon in nagas, but he enjoys human interaction and can occasionally be seen near urban areas/around humans

- has a forked human tongue rather than a typical snakes tongue

- considered a sign of good fortune and is well liked by people in general

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