#Kengan x reader

[aughhay]

anonymous sent

“Raian fucking us in the arena bathroom before his match with ohma!!?!”

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 .

✧ context: afab!reader, y/n and raian r in an arranged marriage , raw sex ! p in v, raian’s a bit jealous, overstim(?), mentions of dumbification, SEX IN BATHROOM , idk what the position is called so use ur imagination, raian cums inside, kissing , slight choking

↪︎ c/c: 9.0k+

✭ an: hey yall did yall miss me ……. 💔 had to come back cuz i saw all the requests abt raian (SIGH) .. see now i dont fw him , but obviously yall do so im gone write him ! please lmk if hes ooc or not cuz my brain was struggling. also ill fix the quotation marks later its twelve and i have an interview tmrww. 🙁

18+ !

ˏˋ ☠︎︎ ˊ˗ raian had never had a challenging fight , never had to grind very hard for his wins . so why was he so worked up over this upcoming bum he was fighting in the tournament ?

a play of blood and gore , that’s what raian ’ s into these days . fighting his opponents as if mere entertainment until they ’ re damn near paralyzed . as a now labeled ‘ kure ’—thanks to a recent arranged marriage , your responsibility was to aid raian in combat knowledge , help him fight against opponents .

“shut the fuck up , jus’ a bastard trying to flaunt .” his lips contorted into some sort of disgusted scowl , his fists hiding in his pockets .

a murmur flows from your lips , “ that ’ s no way to talk to me , raian .”

he grunts in response , “ gh . “ he didn ‘ t mean his words to come out that way .

the two of you sauntered in circles around the arena layout , your fingers busy with holding the tablet , showcasing previously live-streamed wins . this ohma guy seemed like a fair pair for raian , maybe more . you wanted raian to win, you were on his side ! but the thought of him losing was a possibility scrambling through your head . yes, the burly man looked broken after every victory . but he was like a firing bullet , an unstoppable force ready to take on your husband .

“ . . the hell are you so quiet for ; jumping to conclusions ? ”

and he sees it , the way that hesitant look keeps fighting to stay off your face .

“ raian, i want— no, i need you to stay focused before and during this upcoming fight. we can’t risk a sudden loss due to your— “

“you don’t believe in me , do you ? what a fucked up wife i got arranged with .”

your fingertips clutched deeper into the tablet , as if you were in some battle with yourself . trying to combat a ruthless mentality like raian ’ s is a burdensome task . he hates being seen as some kind of chump , the one who takes bullshit without complaint , it pisses him off .

“ you think just cause this bastard is giving you some kind of turn on , he can knock my shit ? what about me , you don ‘ t think ‘ m good enough ? ”

before you can even comprehend the moment , raian jerks the tablet out from your palms—as if snatching a toy from a disobedient child . raian doesn ’ t give a damn , it ’ s not the priority right now ; it ‘ s the fact that you’re not giving him credit for being one of the most strongest out there . he knows it , why don’t you ?

so how long till his fight with ohma; an hour or so ?

whatever , he ‘s got the time to show you why .

—

your frame felt flattened against the cold stall wall , he didn ‘ t even have enough respect to bring you to a private bathroom , as if ready to show you off with pride .

his jeans sagged around his pale thighs , slowly falling with each second . his grip tightened under your right knee , positioning your legs to expose your swollen cunt — aroused and flustered .

your forearm was pressed against the stall ‘ s solid build , forced with the job of balancing your weight as you tried to adjust your body from the insistent rocking . your fingers tucked into a fist —tightening as raian ‘ s pelvis keeps hitting yours with his insistent need .

his cock dragged through your walls , separating your pussy with a brash fervor as his snowy pubes meshed with your skin . it ‘ s hell , the way he overstimulates your cunt ; your clitoris rigid and twitching like a madman as his dick kept breaking into you .

raian wasn ‘ t concerned , watching how your words die down into inaudible mumbles and your eyelids stutter . in fact , he likes it this way—unable to hear your unnecessary commentary whenever his dick keeps punching into you .

his steps grew forward, sandwiching your figure between the stall and pure hulk . he ‘ s greedy , wants his full rod deep inside your gut . like a punishment meant to teach you— informing you who ‘ s the best . your leg rode over his shoulder with continuous fidgeting , toes clenched in the air while your sodden panties hang from your ankle .

you gaze up into the warm light above , a vulnerable gleam in your eyes as if begging for relief , asking for help from any higher power . tiny buckles of tears clouded your vision and coos echoed from the soft ‘o’ of your lips with raian practically knocking the wind from you .

and it ‘ s so dirty from below , the obvious squelching from your sopping slit being rammed into is loud . fogging up your brain till you’re just an unintelligible mess .

his scleras , the color of midnight , stare down at you . this is his wife , his informant always by his side , now a drunken mess who ‘ s pussy is drooling over his dick clear as day .

“ stupid , “ he mutters ,

the way you look at him is so stupid , that dumb look on you face makes his dick ache more and more inside you .

the devil won ‘ t let you go .

your eyes, blurry and comforted in a daze , now locked onto him as he cups your cheeks , shadowing over your face as a trail of saliva dripped from his tongue— raian licking your salted skin . claiming you like prey .

you feel as though you can barely comprehend it , especially as his lips meet yours into a wet kiss . your dramatic moans spewing into his mouth with every animalistic thrust that satiated your pussy .

“mghuh ! ouhhh !”

“so loud , are you gonna admit i can beat that guy ‘ s ass now ? hah ?“

his hand that previously held your face still now lowers to your neck , your vocal cords shuddering in response as his fingers curl—gripping your throat .

he sighs , a facade of boredom in his mute eyes .

“you can ‘ t even admit it when my cock is fucking you up , can you ? weak .”

so as the intensity reached to peak , raian ' s grip tightened into your supple , mellow skin . pressing his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your neck just below your jaw .

every subtle squeeze conveyed that raw devilish power , that furious need to prove himself not just on the arena — but right here , against the wall of this bathroom .

" look at you , breaking down on my dick ; it ‘ s fucking pathetic , or maybe you love it . ”

his husky words slurred into your ear, a mocking tone that seeped into your cloudy senses .

“ngh . .”

"make up your mind , or i ’ ll fuck it up for you ."

his dick kept relentlessly barging into you , the slick , crude sounds of your wet pussy enveloping him , greedily pulling him deeper inside with your clingy sex . a white , messy ring gathered around raian ‘s fat rod ; coming from your tight slit gathering from precum and slick .

the whole act was brutal ; lustful grunts , and the humid , sticky aroma of sex filled the narrow stall . raian didn ‘ t hesitate , not even for a second , his figure colliding into yours with an unyielding rhythm with wet loud slaps that could seem to go on forever .

you tried to reply , to form words , anything to appease him or regain some semblance of control , but each word was swallowed by the shockwaves of pleasure ravaging through your body .

raian ’ s eyes , dark and inscrutable, stood fixed on you , drinking in every shift in expression , every quiet plea glazed in both agony and ecstasy .

eventually , his pace picked up , vigorous and even more forceful , hinting that his climax was nearing . the hand on your throat moved back to your tummy , then to your swollen clitoris , pinching heartlessly .

“jus ‘ admit it , you think ‘ m gonna lose , huh ? tell me , ” he growled.

“ if you gush , i ‘ ll give you the damn benefit of the doubt . ”

before you could gather a coherent thought , the assembling pressure in your belly snapped . your climax hit you hard , squeezing around raian ‘ s pulsating meat . milking him as your entire body trembled and shuddered .

no sooner had the ripples of your orgasm subsided than , raian groaned and cursed loudly , his body stiffening as he reached his own selfish pleasure and slammed his fist on the stall next to your head . his cum shot inside you , cementing his dominance in such a vulnerable moment .

the only noises audible were the heavy breaths exerting from raian , filling you up in pulses matching with the same tempo of a heart beat . your hips attempted to wiggle afar — only to be brought back by raian ‘ s demanding hands , wanting to get his last thrusts in .

fixing his pants after letting your leg down , raian's expression softened just a tad , a sly smirk forming as he looked at your disheveled state trembling . he stared as you tried to stabilize like a newborn lamb , scoffing at the act .

“ whose ass am i gonna kick ?”

marked and spent , the echo of his words blended with the lingering sting of raw , undeniable power .

“t— . . tuh— tokita ohma ‘ s . .” you exhaled hopelessly , facing the stall wall .

“ louder . “

“ y—you ‘ ll b—beat toki. . hughn. . tokita ohma ! “

“ . . finally got it through your thick skull , all you needed was guidance from your damn husband . ”

his cheeks contort from the smirk on his face .

[dollwrites]

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.”

[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.

[melikedraw]

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

[botchedsundoll]

G. WONGSAWAT, O. TOKITA, R. KURE, SP. YOROIZUKA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; general relationship hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; STOP ik this isnt re, im just deprived and decided to write this myself ummmmmmm, established relationships looolollol, random short hcs i have

G. WONGSAWAT

is always checking up on you, making sure you’re taking care of yourself

always asking whether you’ve ate today or not. he just wants to see you happy and healthy ok!! if you say no or suspects you’re lying to him, he’s immediately sitting you down wherever closest and shoving forkfuls of food into your mouth

with that in mind, whenever he’s cooking anything he’s always calling you over to the kitchen to be his little taste tester. spoon in his hand, other hand cupped under your chin as he just feeds you and patiently waits for your feedback

which is literally always positive

refrains from publicising your relationship too much, everyone KNOWS you two are together but know nothing about what goes on behind closed doors

his favourite sight? when he wakes up in the morning and you’re still asleep in his arms. will genuinely just lay there for a minute or two simply staring at you, brushing stray pieces of hair out your face

if you have long hair, he definitely asks whether he can help you with it. whether that’s braiding it, curling it, straightening it, brushing it, whatever!!! he just finds it really intimate and loves helping you in any way he can

definitely buys you some expensive ass hair oils and insists on putting it on your hair himself

and so, he lets you do his hair! although he mostly limits it to brushing it and tying it into his usual ponytail, or a braid if the two of you are at home. can’t have everything you want sadly

on one hand, he’d absolutely love for you to be there in the crowd of his boxing matches and cheer him on. yet on the other hand, he doesn’t want to mix work life into his life with you - as a result, quite conflicted on the topic

rama knew about you as one of the first people for a fact. probably sensed something was up, and decided to pry it out of gaolang. insisted on meeting you the next day

if you do happen to wake up whilst he’s getting ready for work, you’re always helping him. buttoning his shirt for him, tying his tie for him and smoothing out his blazer before sending him off with a kiss. such simple things are enough to make his heart flutter with love

arguements are practically non existent. and if they do happen, he takes a very mature approach to them and sorts it out as soon as possible - he doesn’t want to argue with you!!

O. TOKITA

ALWAYS picks food off the pan whenever you’re cooking something, which always ends up with a scolding from you and a utensil smacking his fingers

since ohma has a massive appetite, he’s always eating. which results in him also always trying to shove food down your throat - saying things like you need to grow big and strong or whatever

he’s SO distracting and annoying whenever he knows you’re trying to do something and focus. all of a sudden he’s all over you, constantly nipping at your skin and wrapping his arms around you, leaving kisses on your collarbone

literally only to get a reaction out of you. once he does he just smirks to himself and leaves you alone

pretends to fight you. you’ll be stood in the kitchen doing something with your back towards him, he’ll come up behind you and start throwing punches and kicks at you (which don’t land, obviously he doesn’t actually want to hurt you)

he’s always touching you in some sort of way. fingers gently wrapped around your wrist to stop you from walking off, arms wrapped around you in bed, knee touching yours when you’re sat besides eachother. he can’t help it

using big words with him is beautiful. he’ll simply stare at you, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as he has absolutely no fucking clue what you just said to him. or he goes along with it and just guesses whether it’s something positive or negative

arguements are quite… common. most likely something to do with him and his fighting - which results in the two of you in screaming matches and ohma leaving for a couple hours or even the night, most likely to get in a fight to let off some steam. comes back all apologetic, tugging you into his arms, back against his chest, and peppering kisses all over your face + neck. ends up with you patching whatever injuries he’d sustained on his little escapade

ohma has a talent. and that is napping anywhere in your apartment possible - as long as you’re besides him. he can’t explain it - something about being in an environment he deems safe and you huddled up against his side just causes him to knock out. the amount of times he’s fallen asleep whilst you two were watching a movie is simply laughable

he can definitely outsass you at times without even realising. have you seen how damn sassy his stance is with his hand on his hip??

kazuo is DEFINITELY very fond of you and the fact you can put up with ohma, despite how rough around the edges he is

R. KURE

he can be SO petty and annoying

constantly riling you up on purpose just to get a reaction out of you, pissing you off just because he feels like it - he genuinely finds it funny and entertaining

you have to drag this guy to sleep. he simply won’t do it himself - says he’s not tired and needs to train some more or whatever. tug on his arm, keep on whining to him about it, give him a pout or something, he’ll cave eventually

with that in mind, as much as he hates to admit it he is a complete sucker for your touch. would rather die than admit it, though. you are definitely not finding out that you interlocking your arm with his, or holding onto his bicep, when the two of you are walking makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine.

takes GREAT pride in the fact you feel as though he can protect you from anything. and don’t get me wrong, he won’t even hesitate to kill for you

the phrase ‘do you want me to kill them’ is used so often. but it’s gotten to the point you don’t even know if it’s a joke or not because of how serious his expression is and the complete lack of humour in his voice (it’s not, he’s deadly serious)

much to your surprise, he has quite a hard time saying no to you. and trust me he HATES it, finds it so weak and pathetic that a pretty little thing like you can genuinely make it hard for him to make decisions. usually ends up in him doing some stupid bullshit you asked him to do with you and him grumbling under his breath about it

SP. YOROIZUKA

human heater. he runs so warm

as a result, sleeping with him in summer is a genuine nightmare. his grip on you is TIGHT, and you best believe me you aren’t going anywhere at night - he’s a heavy sleeper despite never actually wanting to go to sleep

saw can be such a kid at times. especially when it comes to sleeping - for him, most ideally he’d be waking up at sunrise and going to bed at midnight. and so you basically have to coax him into bed every night otherwise only god knows when he’d finally get some shut eye

he WILL do basically anything for you, no matter how stupid it may be. as long as it puts a smile on your face, he couldn’t care less truthfully.

have you seen those photos of big muscular guys sleeping under like hello kitty blankets or smthing with a really feminine pattern on?? yeah thats him

if he could have it his way, he’d carry you on his shoulders everywhere. a; he enjoys having you close to him. b; it makes him feel good that he’s helping you out. c; he’s touching you. get the gist? he absolutely loves being around you

he actually tries to be quieter around you!! actually speaking in a normal ‘inside’ voice around you so he doesn’t burst your eardrums and cause you unnecessary medical bills - see, he loves you!

the children in his village absolutely adore you two, always running up to the pair of you practically the moment you leave the house and badgering you with endless questions

absolutely loves cooking with you, he likes it in general but with you? he could yell in excitement - but of course he won’t, he has to focus after all!

play fights with him are a definite. fake punches and kicks thrown before he grabs you in his arms and just peppers kisses all over your face

he’s not too good with anything needing common sense or genuine thought, that much is obvious. but he’s surprisingly a very hands-on guy, and really good with fixing things

taps broken? he’s on it. a pipe burst? he’s already there fixing it! definitely talks your ear off whilst fixing it though

has absolutely no problem falling asleep anywhere and everywhere. once it’s nap time, he’s dragging you down with him and you’re going to sleep too - you don’t get a say in it once he has an iron grip around you

[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

[darealkiba]

Kibas of Metsudo

No idea what they are looking at tbh.

Original pic:

[glued2gether]

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

[yoonyeon0]

Suup gorgeous

Could you write headcanons on how kengan men would act when drunk

Maybe including gaolang and saw paing

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are we flirting rn 🤭/hj also I LOVVE your drawings, i could eat them omg they're so hot ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

𓂃۶ৎ WASTED! | kengan hcs pt. 3

જ⁀➴ WITH: lihito, meguro, mikazuchi, muteba, okubo, sawada, sekibayashi, ohms, takayama, shen, wakatsuki, saw paing

જ⁀➴ SUMMARY: the kengan men had a bit too much to drink - how do they act?

જ⁀➴ WARNINGS:

LONG AF, suggestive, mentions of alcohol, kengan men under the influence, very ooc, mentions of memory loss, mentions of puke/throwing up, hangover mentions, parties, kinda she/they pronouns being used, cussing, ect.

જ⁀➴ AUTHOR'S NOTES: this was supposed to be in two more parts but i am not finding anymore dividers so this was all mangled in one part, anyway happy new years!

𓂃۶ৎ LIHITO

well this is alr established in the anime and manga but this man has literally nothing holding him back.

and its worse when he's with okubo too

def slurs all of his words and genuinely doesn't make coherent words

only okubo can understand him

has NO self respect when he's drunk btw

"LIHITO! WHAT THE- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

you watched in horror as the man you surprisingly acquainted yourself with was stripping slowly in the middle of the party you two were attending at mr. yamashita's office. so he wasn't saying anything but knowing him for as long as you have, he was definitely already in lala land. you were about to stop him yourself to spare everyone from a tantalizing sight before someone cut you to it.

"bro. you're gonna scare all the ladies away! can't you find somewhere else to finish what ever.....this is?"

you slowly tilted your head to see an obviously irritated himuro ryo scolding lihito on his recklessness. you turned your head even more to look at lihitos reaction to only see a confused expression which shocked you.

"huuuuuuuuh? wadoyamean? moveouttathewaywillya?! igortaclimbthatthinglikerighnoo!"

as if it was on cue, the two of your faces scrunched up in an emotion that could only be explained as disturbed. was this guy seriously trying to speak any language? besides that, why the hell was he currently pointing at the walls of poor mr. yamashita's office?

"the hell are you saying? hey, your way too drunk to be here anymore dude. go home will you?"

you decided to leave the two men bicker among themselves. there was plenty of hot food and frunk sprawled on the table you had walked to. you had seen a guy with his hair buzzed standing in front of said table so you decided to make small talk hoping to make a friend.

the man, whos name you learned to be okubo, was drinking a lot as well and you were scared for both his health and his mental health. okubo was pressuring you to drink as well so that you both would end up drunk together.

as you took a drink that obviously had alcohol in it, you were so close to taking a sip before hearing the shouts of most males there, most of them being 'what the hell are you doing' and more.

when you decided to look up you not only saw lihito on the ceiling, he had no clothes on either.

what the hell.

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𓂃۶ৎ MEGURO

i can't see him drinking.

let alone drinking - I can't see him holding a cup.

but I digress

hallucinations everywhere in his mind

literally talks to himself and swears it's his dad

also says things that are so random

but he does that anyway

"hey dad, your judo was amazing y'know? but ive met guys even stronger than you - do you think i could beat them?"

you were not even the slightest bit phased as the man in front of kept talking to air - or other known as his 'dad'. this happened many times before when the man had somehow drank even when you forbade him to due to his incredible hallucinating skills.

you were currently in the kitchen making some tea with some tylenol on the side so that the man could take quickly.

"hey megs! are you done talking to your dad yet?"

at the sound of your chripy voice, the man slowly tilted his head in your direction with his tongue still hanging out of his mouth before getting on his legs to slowly waddle to your side in the kitchen. he didn't say anything, but he continued to stare at you with his large eyes.

"your so attractive."

you looked at him, scanning his face for any emotion or sign of him trying to get a reaction out of you but all you saw was sincerity.

"thank you megs, now take your medicine okay?" you said with a gleeful sigh.

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𓂃۶ৎ MIKAZUCHI

will AT MOST take a shot of whiskey. anymore is an ABSOLUTE NO.

i can't see him getting drunk because once again - he's probably too responsible to do that

but if he did get drunk

so clingy

I know he alr is without being drunk but imagine that clingy-ness x2

won't even LOOK anywhere that isn't your face.

being absolutely tackled by your boyfriend as soon as you picked him up from the bar was an understatement. you expected today to be a good day - calmly boring one.

but obviously not.

you were currently trying to convince your boyfriend to get the hell off of you but he stayed persistent. so there you were with a big mass of boyfriend suffocating you with his body weight alone on your shared bed.

"babe please-"

you were shut up with a finger on your lips.

"do you not want my love anymore? i thought we were solemates.."

the look he gave you was one you had never seen before. he was..pouting at you?

"well of course we are, it's just that i don't want a professional fighter to be laying on my body right now."

"am I hurting you?"

"well no but-"

"so why can't i be on you?"

"because it's uncomfortable as hell."

mikazuchi's pouting face slowly chilled down as he rolled over to your side while pulling you closer to him.

"okay, we can sleep like this then."

you rolled your eyes but you didnt protest because you knew that this was the best you were gonna get so you decided to drift into sleep in your loving boyfriend's arms.

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𓂃۶ৎ MUTEBA

life of the party or however that saying goes

PLEASE bring hin to any party your hosting bc when this guy is drunk he can lit a party tf up

he kinda seems like he would be the one pushing everyone to have a drink

also he is most definitely either hitting on or sleeping with all the woman at that party

"cmon dear, have drink with me!"

"im not having a drink with a complete rando so go find another person to sleep with."

the hunk of man seemed absolutely baffled by your denial of his request. he had full heartedly believed that any person who he wanted would be his but that delusion was shut down almost immediately.

but unfortunately for you, this man wasn't going down so easily.

"who said I wanted to sleep with you? is it forbidden to have a drink with someone your interested in?"

"it's more like I don't trust you at all because a man who somehow made this whole party alive again is someone that I should fear. you get what I'm saying?"

the man furrowed his brows. although he couldn't see your face due to his inability to see, he could tell that you were talking with a sense of humor in your voice. what about this was funny?

"hmm, i guess you do have a point. then, if i may, how could i convince you to share your time with me?"

"how about you work for me?"

"...work?"

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𓂃۶ৎ OKUBO

lihitos partner in crime

basically just lihito but a little more reserved

only a little bit

"oh my goodness."

as if looking for verification, you pointed up at lihito, who was currently both naked and on the ceiling to get the attention of the friend you had made earlier. little did you know, that was NOT a friend you should gone to for any reason.

as he looked up, he started to burst out laughing. you were not amused at all because everyone there was being consistently flashed by the man on the ceiling. as you were trying to calm him down, he suddenly began to start stripping at well before cheering lihito on.

so now there was two naked men, one of them hovering above everyone in the office and the other cheering. obviously, the one cheering was somewhat tackled down to the floor before being forced to put some clothes back on.

aborting your previous mission, you decided to try and find someone that knew these two so that they could be taken home. as you were looking around, you had found two men, one of them being himuro himself, who didn't seem the slightest bit phased on the disturbance happening. in matter of fact, they seemed somewhat expecting of all of this stuff to happen. the man standing next to himuro was a bit shorter and had a bob while wearing some type of traditional japanese attire.

as you approached the duo, the commotion seemed to had gotten louder and louder so you turned around to see an even more bizarre sight.

all the other drunk men had also stripped so there was a ball of naked men dancing and laughing.

what the hell.

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𓂃۶ৎ SAWADA

well my girlboss is obviously gonna slay while drunk.

he might just turn the bar table into a runway and start dancing

idk he just slays when he's drunk! he's just like that yknow?

"you sure you don't wanna dance with someone as talented as me?"

"sawada you know i would love too but i can't dance to save my life."

the man in front of you raised an eyebrow and scoffed, as if he already knew that.

"well im aware of that but i don't care! do you want to dance or not?"

"will you teach me if i say yes?"

"i.."

the man paused before continuing on, thinking about what he should say.

you sighed before giving him the best puppy eyes you could, pleading so that he would teach you at least one dance move that you could continously spam.

"ugh fine! you better match my moves well or ill never teach you again!"

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𓂃۶ৎ SEKIBAYASHI

10/10 actor here

pretends that the alcohol doesn't do anything to him but as soon as he's behind closed doors he collapses

literally is sweating bullets a stumbles and when someone asks if he's okay he responds so confidently

"IM FINE!" while his legs are threatening to let go 😭

"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!"

a loud slam on the table from sekibayashi's big jar of beer was heard around the bar.

"COME ON! ALL OF YOU ASLEEP OR SOMETHING? BRING ME A TRUE CHALLENGE, OKAY?"

you watched seki with no emotion. the act he was putting on was kinda pitying to look at and you almost wanted to laugh at how desperately he was trying to put the tough guy act on. surprisingly enough, he had no more opponents. it seemed like everyone there had gotten the memo that none of them were gonna be able to out drink THE sekibayashi.

as seki was slowly walking down from his bar stool and up to you, he seemed to be looking around with a scowl on his face.

"damn, all of them pussied out! i was hoping to find a real man here!"

"yeah im glad that didn't happen. your legs are shaking, see?"

you pointed your hand to the legs of the man in front of you who didn't even notice how much his legs were shaking currently.

"hey! th-thats just because i have been standing for a while!"

"you were sitting but okay. let's go already, the smell in here is suffocating."

you lead seki to the car, you obviously getting into the drivers seat. as soon as you were seated, you looked at the passenger seat to see sekibayashi completely passed out. you chuckled lightly under your breath.

"what a dumbass."

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𓂃۶ৎ OHMA

forgets everything

as soon as the alcohol gets in his system he forgets everything; including you

lowkey funny though because he doesn't know anyone anymore

might slur his words but it is rare

his face gets red but in a blush typa way

"hey, who the hell are you?"

you were taken aback. who the hell were you? your girlfriend, soon-to-be wife!

"hah, funny. now you need leave that alcohol alone before you get even drunker."

you put your hand on his shoulder before he shrugged it off before giving you a stank face.

"don't touch me, i have a wife."

"yeah? im your wife idiot."

"you wish, my wife is both boautiful and amazing all in one person."

your eyebrows rose and your lips shifted into a smug smirk as you realized what was happening. somehow someway, your boyfriend had lost his memory from being drunk.

and of course you weren't gonna pass up this opportunity to see how he truly felt about you.

"hmm, you don't say? but your wife must be weak - i mean, look at you!"

he looked at you, obviously trying to give his most serious face but failing miserably with red coating his face.

"if she was here, she'd kick your ass."

"really? how do you know that?"

"i don't date, let alone marry, weak people."

you smiled, feeling content with your boyfriends responses before dismissing yourself from the conversation. of course you didn't actually leave, you just turned around the corner to the bathroom to turn right back around back out into the bar. and to no surprise, your boyfriend had seen you and called you over.

yeah, you'd be taking him out more after this.

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𓂃۶ৎ TAKAYAMA

gets flustered very easily and face gets red when he's drunk

prefers not getting drunk because of the fact he's a whole BODYGUARD

but sometimes one drink comes after the other and keeps going.

"hey, what's on your mind? you've been drinking like a mad man and you dragged me here too."

you looked at your fiancé in worry as he kept downing drink after drink. obviously, he was stressing out about something but what? you put you hand on his shoulder while he was in the middle of his 4th drink. he looked at you in surprise before slowly putting the half way done drink down.

you studied his features carefully, noting that his face was soft red and that he looked almost embarrassed to look you in the eye.

he looked down at his hands before taking yours with a soft smile.

"im okay dear, you being here is enough to get me through my worries."

"are you sure? you know you can tell me anything."

"of course, you'd be the first person id tell love."

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𓂃۶ৎ SHEN

doesn't get drunk

literally is just incapable of getting drunk

drinks as much as he wants

there were only two questions on your mind as you were seated next to the weird guy you started hanging out with who's name was 'jackie lee'.

1. why were you here in the first place?

and

2. what the hell is this guy made of?

the guy was completely odd to say the most and he definitely also had a thing for getting dead drunk - or so you thought.

here was the man jackie lee in all of his glory, downing drink after drink, most of them being beer, and having absolutely no reaction.

not even a stutter or shade of red was on him, just pure tomfoolery as he put on a nonchalant face while drinking drink after drink.

you were questioning on whether you should talk or not but you kept getting discouraged by the way he just kept drinking.

while many questions were going through your mind, you had unknowingly put on a disgusted face while looking at him and obviously, he noticed.

"why are you looking at me like that? did I do something?"

you quickly fixed your face before blurting out something you really shouldn't have.

"how can you drink so much?"

"how can you barely drink 2 beers?"

"touché."

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𓂃۶ৎ WAKATSUKI

another "i only drink when I'm stressed" er

not surprisingly i don't think he gets drunk

too responsible

coming back to this so I don't mischaracter the hell outta him

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𓂃۶ৎ SAW PAING

well i mean yells somehow even louder than he usually does

also is very energetic like he usually is but this also means that he might do crazy shit.

also yaps about nonsense

his hangovers ARE CRAZY

little sad puppy the whole next day bc his head is killing him, as well as his vocal chords

"saw please shut up, your killing me right now."

"HUUUUUUUUUH? CMON, CMON, CMON! [name], YOU CANT BE JUST LOUNGING AROUND! YOU GOTTA PUMP YOURSELF UP LIKE ME!"

you rolled your eyes lovingly. saw paing wasn't an easy guy to have a crush on but you still loved him that way. you currently were sitting by him while he was yelling his heart out about pumping yourself up and being the best out there.

"saw, you should really stop before you come complaining that your head hurts to me again."

saw whipped his head in your direction before opening his mouth wide again to yell nonsense once more. that was a habit you really needed him to stop.

you stood up from the stone ledge you were sitting on to slight tap his shoulder so that you could give him the sternest look you possibly could without laughing.

"don't come crying to me if your head hurts, 'kay?"

"WHAT?! A MAN NEVER CRIES, EVEN IF HES IN PAIN!"

"yeah, we'll see about that."

SORRY, SAW PAINGS PART WAS A BIT RUSHED!

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

[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.

KENGAN OMEGA SPOILERS BEGIN BELOW THE IMAGE

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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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+

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

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.”

[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)

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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)

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ೃ⁀➷ 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

[janitetsu]

Meeting Xia Yan and eventually “dating” him Headcanons!

wc: 1,535 words this was supposed to be short...i blame the lack of yan content! no one's writing for him? fine, i'll do it myself!! SFW, written with gender-neutral pronouns <3

Yan is the literal top dog, the Head of The Worm. He is NOT going to be dating or even forming relationships from within the organization. Everything is strictly professional there, and he doesn’t need additional headaches. He doesn’t want to worry about his S/O doing their job wrong or getting beaten up by the Kengan Association. This man hates his own twin, though, who on Earth doesn’t hate Ji? He also already has enough on his plate with Wulong, who has definitely taken decades off his life with the stress he causes. Save this man.

With this, I want to say that his dynamic with a civilian partner would be very interesting. Or a partner semi-involved with the Kengan Association (like being an office worker from or someone with a distinguished position for one of the companies who have Kengan fighters)

Perhaps he’d meet you while spectating a Kengan match or when he’s looking for Wulong. Of course, while wearing his usual disguise, his first words to you would be: “Have you seen an old man/middle-aged man with a ponytail and stubble…”

Yan is NOT used to genuineness. Trust is earned, yet most often broken (Ji’s constant failures alongside other potential Worm fuckups, and Wulong’s whimsy has definitely made his trust issues worse, thus being more stressed), and everyone always has ulterior motives in his world, so meeting and eventually having a partner who’s genuine and kind will definitely boggle his mind (in a good way), so when they reply they haven’t, but are willing to dedicate some of their time to helping him would surprise him. Why would this person drop what they were doing and help me, a total stranger, he would think. He could be a scam artist. A kidnapper. A trafficker, or what he actually is—the head of a terrorist organization, yet here you were, still helping. Is this stupidity and gullibility, or just plain, genuine kindness? If the latter, then, why? He can’t tell. He needs to keep an eye on your potential idiocy.

Has never had serious partners. All of the ones he had were for these reasons: > he was one of the former Head’s sons (the less arrogant, less painful to be around, and calmer one) and therefore had a lot of hopeful partners who were trying to gain favor with his father > introduced and formally referred by his father > for overall very shallow and ingenuine intentions

Because of the reasons above, he’ll be very skeptical of getting into a relationship or getting too involved, much less with a normal civilian

Will get your contact details in the most discreet way possible, that is, by asking for your name and number, also leaving his own details with you (most likely using a fake name since he was the one who gave that idea to Wulong before), “just in case you do see an old man/middle-aged man with a ponytail and stubble”

He excuses himself quickly after. Gets back to the Bilton Hotel eventually, and he cannot think about anything else but YOU

He has never PURSUED anyone before, he’s never had the time or interest in forming relationships (that could end up intimate?!?!), what should he do? Wait for you to text or do it of his own accord? Oh, should he make a call or text? But calls could be invasive. It’s different with Wulong, that motherfucker either answers calls, or he completely doesn’t. What if you’re busy? What if you’re helping someone else? What if—

He texts you.

It’s a simple thank-you message for offering to help him out earlier.

“I’ve found the man I was looking for. Thank you for being kind enough to offer help earlier.”

Should he…add that he’d like to see you again? But that would seem too forward. He might seem like a creep. THE Head of the Worm, being worried he might be seen by a creep by someone like you? That’s new.

But it’s a valid fear. Not just that, he’s literally in a terrorist group. The HEAD of it, even. He might—no, will just bring you danger.

But, maybe, if he’s careful enough, it could work. He’d just need to always don his disguise.

With this in mind, he does also end up asking you out, most likely to eat (he’s always seen eating outside with Wulong) at a café or Japanese/Chinese food joint (might take you to that great gyoza place he and Wulong ate at)

When you do settle on an available day, you see him wearing…close to the same thing he wore the last time you saw him. At first you think he’s an important person, maybe a Douyin celebrity, since he gave you a Chinese name? He’s shifty and always looking around, too.

Through his black-tinted sunglasses, he sees you. His heart starts beating fast, and it feels like he’s got a lump stuck in his throat. Try as he might to swallow said lump, it won’t go away and only makes him more…anxious. An emotion he rarely felt. Maybe it’s just his disguise, but his face feels…hot. Even his ears. It’s a good thing he’s got a facemask on, too.

Keep in mind, this man is said to EASILY clear two meters (likely 6’6 ft). Tall and imposing. No one’s going to dare approach you when you’re with him, even with that disguise.

Will always treat you on your dates. He’s a bit of a traditionalist. Not only that, but he’s also got enough wealth that will last him for generations. You try to offer and pay, but he will insist on paying as the one who initiates dates…Dates? Hangouts? He doesn’t know yet. But he likes getting to know you.

Likes getting to know about your mundane life. Overall, just listening to you. It feels nice to listen and not be the one barking orders. He’s never known what it’s like to be…normal. He’s had his own fair of hardships, sure, overexerting himself to be even on par with his twin brother’s innate martial arts abilities, and managing an organization as big and worldwide as The Worm, but of course, that’s nothing compared to most other people. He’s literally a terrorist, for fuck’s sake. But here he is, being on a…normal date. It’s forbidden, he shouldn’t be doing this, but something about you was just so inviting and genuine. He’s experiencing from you things and emotions he’s never had the chance of feeling ever since he was born.

After around five dates, he starts to remove his facial disguise bit by bit. On your sixth, you were surprised to find him without the sunglasses. (Since we still don’t have an official volume cover of Yan, I assume he has the same hair and eye colors as Ji’s volume cover!) He was already peculiar enough as is with the white hair, but having pretty pastel cream eyes only made him more unique…ly pretty. He’s so beautiful, and you haven’t even seen the rest of his face yet!

Does his best to be vague about his line of work, especially in the first month of “hanging out”.  Dating? Well, there’s no label yet, and Yan hasn’t completely finished checking your background yet to deem you safe. You ask him if he’s famous, and he says “Well, yes.”, and does not elaborate further. Vague, but still, it’s an answer, you thought.

After two months is when he finally removes his facemask, too. He’s probably finished checking your background. You are safe and not a threat (to his heart, though, perhaps you are). Now you REALLY think he’s some Douyin Chinese celebrity. His stoic charm, smooth and pretty face, extremely tall stature, and the way he really pays attention and looks at you as you talk about whatever? He’d be perfect for those boyfriend POV videos on TikTok/Douyin.

He only hopes The Connector will not hear about this, and, if he does, not mercilessly tease him about it. Knowing Wulong, he’d probably encourage these feelings (to get Yan off his ass, but also for Yan to experience and finally have some semblance of normalcy), but also tease him.

“When are you gonna see them next?” “Where are you gonna take them next?” “Oh, take them to the bar Joji and I went to.”

“Connector, please, shut the fuck up.”

He will not. He’s got self-proclaimed millennia of “relationship” experience (probably bullshitting, Yan can’t tell)

It’s a real slow burn with this man, but it’ll be worth it. He’s very patient, attentive, and always ends his imperatives (shall we go out? shall we move to the park nearby? shall we hold hands?, etc.) with “…but only if you’d really like to, of course.” Never one to force you.

It’s risky, but he really likes these newfound emotions and experiences he has with you. He’s willing to give it a try. Someday, in the very near future, he’ll tell you his real name, too.