#Kengan x reader

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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.

[andy-kuramy]

HELLO WONDERFUL!!!!!!?!?!?

WILL YOU, PERCHANCE, WRITE SILLY LITTLE HEADCANONS OF OUT BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND JOSE KANZAKI

💥💥💥💥

HI MELI!! sure! Let me give you some content about José! Aka "The Ninja"

José Kanzaki Hc's

Tw: mildly suggestive topics but nothing too explicit!!

⭑When Jose doesn't have a match and isn't training, he spends time with his dad, Probably watching Wrestling matches or simply cooking together.

⭒ He loves to hug you from behind (not in a weird way, unless you are into that kind of teasing) he knows that he has a big chest, if you are ok with Physical affection, he won't hesitate in hugging you and cuddling you against himself.

⭑Also, Jose is a big teaser, in a way that you can't understand, he is able to turn your most innocent/stupid words into a double sense joke, is like magic, you need to watch your words or else he is going to joke with them till you realize what does he mean.

⭒ borrowing clothes? he doesn't mind, he would think that you look like a child using their dads clothes if you are smaller than him .

⭑but if you are the one borrowing him your clothes, he won't give them back unless you ask for the article again, and most likely excuse himself with "You didn't say when i had to give it back corazón"

⭒ If you didn't ask for your clothes back in a week, those things would smell like nice lavander detergent and a bit of Jose's cologne.

⭑ It isn't in his plans to use something that you gave him and just let it get dirty, Nuh uh, he would have it like that thing is another one of his own clothes, so if you suddenly ask for it back, expect to be smelling like your bf every time you decide to wear whatever you lent him

⭒ He does like if you play with his hair, you need to warn him tho, he can snap his neck and get quite stiff if you touch his hair while he isn't paying attention, but if you warn him before doing it, he would enjoy it (just don't pull it)

⭑talk to you in Spanish? Don't get me started, if you understand him he would have little chats in Spanish with you, if you don't understand him, he is going to do jokes in Spanish while laughing about how you are pretty much clueless

⭒ but if Jose notices that you are getting sad/Uncomfortable for not understanding what he says, be sure that he is going to translate it while apologizing and trying to confort you

⭑If you happen to be a fan of wrestling or another sport that he likes to watch, Jose would and WILL make time in his week to watch it with you, hugging your body loosely while caressing your shoulder almost in automatic

⭒ This man is PROUD of having you as his S/O even with his big personally and slightly arrogant traits, others only need to say your name for him to start ranting about how you are such a good Partner, maybe doing some jokes about you, but trying to leave your image HIGH right were you belong.

⭑ He let you use his mask once, he may said that you looked funny, but In reality he didn't wanted you to take it off.

⭒ He asked for a picture with you using his mask after a few moments, and now that is one of his favorite pictures inside of his phone.

⭑Your contact name would be simple, a bit cheesy but it came out thanks to one of the friendly banters that you had with Jose, He said it as a joke at first, but once he heard you saying it again, your destiny was sealed.

⭒He can get quite jealous, but won't say it out loud, he would rather mention it in a conversation with you and brush it off than acting out of jealousy.

⭑ Cooking is an essential skill, and Jose knows this, if you ever feel like you couldn't cook something for yourself and he knew about it, a good plate of Well cooked beef or "enchiladas" would be in your table that day, they might be spicy, but delicious nonetheless

⭒ You wanna cook with him? Sure, just give him the recipe and Together you are going to do the best dish ever known to the man..... And might get a few kisses along the process

⭑ Jose is FLEXIBLE AF you had seen him doing a moon jump easily, so if you wanted to do something "stupid" (if ykyk), go for it, he knows that his ability might get some ideas into your head, and he is ready for all of them

⭒ He is definitely a Switch, mainly a top, but if you ask him beforehand, he can let you get the upper hand and accept the role with open arms (or legs /wink wink)

⭑He isn't loud, but you definitely can get him to say your name one or two times while at it.

⭒ AGAIN, don't pull his hair too hard, he isn't against it but if you over do it, he will get up and tell you to stop

⭑ After it, Jose loves if you rest in his hold, either on his chest or arms, just the feeling of having you, His loving S/O on his hold is enough to make him feel complete.

⭒ Just be ready because he is a heavy sleeper, so better go to the bathroom and drink Water before resting on his reach, bc once he is asleep, he isn't moving till the alarm goes off.

SOOOO THIS IS THE END OF IT! This was my first time writing Hc's in an ACTUAL post, but I think I liked how this ended up.

I tried to make José as in character as I could, but giving him things that are normal in our culture like, cooking is normal amongst the family or the fact that borrowing something is just like having another clothing for your care!

But anyways, I hope you liked this Meli!

[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 .

[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.

[melikedraw]

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

Kengan men and their thoughts on children

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

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

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Gaolang Wongsawat

- having kids would be your choice

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

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

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

Saw paing

- kids, so many kids

- lots and lots of kids

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

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

- he would want 3-5 kids imo

Tokita ohma

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

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

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

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

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

Kanoh Agito

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

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

- it gets easier after he quits though

- y'all would go on road trips together

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

Hatsumi Sen

- he leaves for the milk

Kure Raian

- trains them into a warrior

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

- kid probably hates him

Kureishi Mitsuyo

- absolutely wants kids

- girl dad vibes from him as well

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

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

[botchedsundoll]

Yooo your kengan men x reader headcanons were kinda fire

Would you consider making headcanons for gaolang with a s/o that doesn't take care of themselves properly (I desperately need him to baby me tbh)

Thank you in advance 🙏🙏 you're goated fr

G. WONGSAWAT X READER

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; s/o with a lack of care for themselves hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!! fluff!!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; sigh anon don’t we all, WHYYY is this fandom so dead💔, miss its prime, anyways gaolang!! my king!!!

he’s a VERY caring person at heart about those close to him - despite how little he shows it

so when he realises how little regard you have for your own wellbeing he can’t help but feel a bit frustrated about it all. you’re one of the only people he holds dear to him and seeing you taking so little care for yourself just simply pisses him off

will be on your ass CONSTANTLY. asking whether you’ve ate, had anything to drink today, brushed your teeth, slept at all - the generic things

to the point it can get rather frustrating at times

once he hears you haven’t ate and it’s already 8pm? you best believe he’s dragging you to the kitchen, sitting your ass down on one of the stools and either pulling something out the fridge or making something from scratch. and if you won’t eat it yourself for whatever reason, he’ll sit down with you and genuinely start feeding you it himself

you haven’t slept for some reason? he’s running you a bath with all sorts of oils, helping you out with your night routine (which he most likely established for you) once you get out. whether that be helping you with your skincare or aiding you with sorting your hair out, he’s there every step of the way

and at the very end, tucking you into bed himself - his usual stoic demeanour so prominent despite how heartfelt his actions are

if you have any bad habits, whether that be smoking, biting nails, harming yourself accidentally due to fits of rage, or basically anything he deems can have a negative impact on you in any way - he’ll help you deal with it.

holding your hands in his so you don’t bite your nails, helping you wind down so you don’t lose control of your temper is just some of the things he’ll do

for some reason, he knows exactly what to do no matter the circumstance. it just somehow comes to him naturally without a second thought

most definitely negotiates with you. probably something along the lines of him letting you do whatever you feel like with his hair or something he’d usually wouldn’t be too keen on, as long as you follow through with his request of making sure to eat today or get some shut eye

despite his job and general day to day duties which cause him to be unable to see you as often as he’d like to, he’s always making sure you’re taking good care of yourself

[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!)

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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

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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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No idea what they are looking at tbh.

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ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪs sᴛᴇᴀᴋ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴋᴜʀᴇ ʀᴀɪᴀɴ

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)

[glued2gether]

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

[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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[yoonyeon0]

DADDY’S HOME! | kengan hcs pt. l

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𐙚 WITH: adam, akoya, hayami, hatsumi, himuro, cosmo, inaba

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𐙚 SUMMARY: the kengan men have finally found refuge in the small (or big) family they have with you!

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𐙚 WARNINGS:

suggestive, mentions of s*x, cursing, children, female body parts, LOTS OF MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY, mention of baby trapping in akoya's part, child birth, throwing up, sickingenly fluff ❤️❤️

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𐙚 AUTHOR’S NOTES: i love doing these sm 😭 pt two coming out either tmmrw or sunday !

⋆★ ! ADAM

surprisingly a good dad, (even though he prob got you pregnant on accident)

very attentive to both you and your child’s needs

sometimes shoos you away so he can spend time with “his offspring”

cosmo is DEFINITELY the Godfather, argue with a wall

GIRL DAD that swears he wanted a boy (he's lying)

literally cannot take anything serious as a dad and makes everything a joke

fun but kind of an irresponsible dad but it's ok!

as soon as you opened the door to your humble pent house, you were met with babbling sounds and squeals from the living room. you slightly chuckled to your self, already knowing what you were walking unto.

"im home!" you yelled out, alerting your husband of your presence.

not a minute after, you heard loud, quick foot steps coming your way and suddenly you saw the appearance of your husband and your 7 month old. upon seeing you, the baby burst out in squeals and laughter, kicking her feet up and down rapidly in her father's arms.

"awhh! hi there honey! did daddy take good care of you? yeah?" you said in a high pitched voice, slowly taking the baby from your husband's arms.

once the baby was secure on your hip, you decided to look up at your husband's face, expecting to see the hardened facial expression that only softened for you, the small stubble slowly forming around your husband's chin, and the quiet but alerting baby blue eyes that your child had inherited.

instead of seeing any of these qualities, you unfortunately saw a low quality photo of your face taped poorly unto the face of who you assumed was adam's. you stared at his face for a good minute, trying to figure out why the hell he has a photo of you on his face and as if he read your mind, he started to speak up.

"the kid wouldn't listen to me without this thing on me. 'hope you know that you corrupted her."

you couldn't help but burst out in laughter, partially silencing your baby's babbles. you noticed the slight twitch of your "loving" husband's face, causing you to cover your giggles.

"im - pffth - im so sorry that my kid actually loves me.."

"keep talking and im gonna render you immobile."

⋆★ ! AKOYA

kinda unavailable as a dad

like he will be there for his child physically but emotionally? yeah no

claims that he "does everything" (even though you're the one that teaches, feeds, and clothes them)

baby trapped you. (yall this man is NOT A GOOD PERSON)

boy dad. he will be DAMNED if you give birth to a girl (but secretly loves her SO MUCH bc that's his baby girl)

you had finally entered the school grounds of your child, rushing to the principals office due to the call you had gotten earlier.

once you had finally reached the principals office, you took a deep breathe and fixed your clothing before entering, not expecting to see the face of your lover, currently giving your daughter's principal the meanest stare that he wouldn't even give you.

"what do you mean my daughter was being disrespectful to teachers? are you questioning my parenting?"

you cringed at the word 'my', knowing damn well he didn't do anything to help you and your daughter, just throwing money around and going on his way to wherever.

"sir, I never said anything of the sort. all I am saying is that a punishment is due for all of her rudeness on school grounds. i mentioned maybe a 5 day suspension so maybe thats-"

"definitely not. again, why are you persecuting her? my daughter would not do anything of the sort and you are despicable for even saying that she would."

you decided to not make any noise to not alert the two, who were obviously in a heated argument. instead, you decided to step back and close the door a bit to watch the scence unfold. the way he acts toward you and your daughter seemed like he hated the two of you but here he was, defending her!

the principal and your husband went on and argued for a bit more, leading to the principal leaving the room and "expelling" your daughter from your husband's lack of compliance.

your daughter and your husband sat there for what seemed like a long time before he patted your daughter's head.

"it's okay sweetheart, that vile woman will be dealt with for carrying out the will of evil. how about instead of dwelling on her wrongdoings, we go out?"

you daughter looked up at akoya's face, smiling a jumping up to hug him.

"thank you daddy! can we get ice cream too?"

"of course we can love."

you smiled softly at the scene, your heart bursting at the seems from the adorable scene. though you wondered, when did your angry, mean, and justice-obsessed husband become so..soft?

⋆★ ! HAYAMI

#mymanmymanmyman

litterally everything you could ask for in a dad

PERFECT mix of strict and fun, litterally second best dad (kaolang is first)

you wouldn't have to do anything during the pregnancy; he's got it don't worry

PROBABLY got you pregnant on accident (he was lost in the sauce)

him and his kid are BEST FRIENDS

probably a boy dad but wouldn't mind a girl

stresses more than a mothafucker when you go into labor

there you were, huffing and puffing from being in the scorching pain of child bearing. if actions could speak, you'd be screaming louder than sound itself from all of the hitting and smacking you were doing to the hospital bed. you really were trying to refrain from yelling so that you don't manage to lose your voice but the dammed baby in your stomach was as stubborn as you.

suddenly, your vagina felt like it was on fire and your breathing became more prolonged. you were tuning out the calls from the doctors telling you to "push" and to "keep going" from the intense pain.

you were holding back the angry and sad mix of yells you were about to let out. with heavy breathes, you decided to let out your anger on your fiancé, who was covered in hospital attire next to you. your soft and manicured hands were holding his rough and large hands kindly before you inputted a large amount of pain and anger into the hold.

it seemed like you even took your husband off guard because of how intensely he was looking at your hand that was now squeezing the life out of his. he was about to speak from behind his hospital mask before you sent him a glare that shut him up immediately.

"i don't want hear a SINGLE word from you right now."

you shut him up faster than a punch could, which could be called an achievement if you think about it.

once your baby boy, who took every bit of strength out of you, was finally born, it seemed like your fiancé couldn't get his hands off of him.

"hey there little guy... im gonna be your dad ok? I hope you'll take me."

you smiled at him softly cradling the pretty baby in his hands with gentleness that he hadn't even touched you with. the baby's soft coos could be heard from inside your fiancé's arms, warming your heart even further.

maybe the childbirth was worth it.

⋆★ ! HATSUMI

super duper fun dad

ngl he would do either TOO MUCH with his kid or not enough.

either way he's the best with his kid

another one who would be bffs with his child

probably didn't want kids UNTILL he got you pregnant (accidentally)

girl dad. no questions whatsoever

it was a traditional thing that you and your family had made to always surprise someone whenever they went out and came back. this time, your husband was due to being surprised this time.

as your husband came back from another one of his fighting tournaments, your daughter had a great idea on how to surprise him today.

"im home!" he called out as he walked inside of your warm home, contrary to the cold weather outside.

..no response.

to his surprise, he wasn't being scared as soon as he walked in or greeted back in silly costumes. instead he was greeted with the same silence he always desired. but now, this same silence made him feel uneasy.

where was his daughter and wife? did they go out? are they hiding?

with a new found determination, he decided to push those thoughts away and instead look for an answer.

hatsumi tore the place down, top to bottom and found no one, just himself. with his heart slowly forming a sense of fear he started to become more agitated, calling your phone repeatedly and shouting for the two of you. hatsumi was about to search outside of the house before he released he hadn't checked on place. your daughters old nursey.

the nursery was long forgotten but it was still there, with all of the toys and your daughters old crib in order to honor her baby self. he reluctantly went closer to the door, slowly pushing it open to find you and your daughter dressed up as loraxes, dancing around a fake thneed tree to no music. all of the fear and worry hatsumi had before had now been replace with confusion and annoyance as he stared at the two of you.

"what is this."

as if on cue, the two of you handed him a oncler outfit and told him to change.

if this was family bonding, hatsumi wasn't sure he liked it very much.

⋆★ ! HIMURO

when he settles down, he settles DOWN

amazing dad, probably just is a bit too strict for your liking

probably baby traps the WHOLE house and says that it's to protect your baby

super overprotective over his child and you can't change his mind unfortunately

boy dad but wanted a girl.

he is the best dad (top 3)

you had left for the night shift of your job and had instructed himuro to feed your son before putting him to sleep and so that was what himuro was going to do.

well, it was what he attempted to do.

"no!"

himuro let out a huff of defeat as he slowly lowered the fork full of spinach down from his son's face. it had been 30 minutes now of begging the little boy to eat his veggies but he wouldn't let up.

"cmon hitori. if you wanna be strong like me, you gotta eat your vegetables!"

the little boy pouted his lips and shook his head vigorously, refusing to eat again. himuro was lost. he never cared for a child before and now this one was complaining and huffing over vegetables. he then sighed again, knowing that he would have to use his secret weapon.

your voice.

himuro had previously instructed you to record a voice message and to send it to him in case your shared son was feeling grumpy and uncompliant with certain demands.

as himuro pulled out his phone and turned on the voice recording, it seemed like the little boy was now intently looking at the phone until he heard your voice.

"hi there honey! i know im not there right now but be a good boy for mommy and eat your food okay?"

the boy quickly started to smile and cheer at hearing your voice immediately, causing a ruckus from the joy he was in. at seeing this, your husband started to pick up the fork full of veggies and push them to the mouth of the boy. instead of throwing the fork on the floor and complaining like the previous times, your toddler happily accepted the food, gulping it down in the matter of seconds.

damn, my son is really a mama's boy. himuro thought with a smile.

⋆★ ! COSMO

I can't see him as a dad but a cool uncle but I digress,

litterally SO FUN AS A DAD?

probably uses dad jokes everyday and he's dead serious in saying a joke everyday

he's that one dad you'd be embarrassed to bring to meet your friends bcs he's so awkward and corny

can and will be strict when needed—otherwise he is just a kind soul

honestly he is both a girl and boy dad but leaning towards boy

I'm sorry but he caves to anything his child asks of him

you want to go to Paris? okay sure!

you wanna own Paris? not sure he can do that but he'll try!

"daddy daddy! can I come with you to your job?"

your fiancé was one step outside the door when your three year old son decided to bring up his terrible fighting job he was in the middle of going to. he slowly turned to see him, grabbing tightly unto his sweat pants looking up at him with the most pleading eyes he has ever seen. cosmo quickly looked around for you to shut down your toddler's request until he realized that you were fast asleep in your shared room. he then quickly looked back to to make eye contact with his child.

"oh well buddy..you can't! daddy's job is very dangerous and serious and it's not made a cutie like you!"

your son's face slowly faded into a sad one, his lips now pouting and his eyes watering up. cosmo swore that his heart broke into millions of piece just looking at the poor baby.

although he didn't really want to, he couldn't exactly resist the sad, doggy eyes he was getting from his son.

so he caved.

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walking to the abandoned warehouse with a stroller was absolutely stupid of him, why didn't he just carry the boy on his shoulders?!

whatever, he was already here and his adorable baby was in the stroller on his tablet watching some lousy kids shows.

cosmo could've sworn that his heart dropped when he finally entered to see a match already going on with so many business men surrounding the event. he was now rethinking everything. he should've just said no! now it's gonna be a pain having to fight and watch your son..

as he entered, he was immediately approached by adam and kureshi.

"hey cosmo!"

the two didn't seem to notice the stroller immediately until small baby sounds came from it. adam was the first on to speak, noticing the child almost immediately.

"-what do we have here?"

cosmo knew he was screwed. you and adam were great friends so he probably wouldn't hesitate to you where your child currently was!

before kureshi could ask a question of his own, cosmo bent down into a bow.

"i beg of both of you! please don't tell [name] i brought him here, they'll kill me!"

the two laughed as cosmo was begging, his voice starting to shake in fear of what would happen to him if you were to find out. adam sharply put his arms on cosmos shoulders before talking to him again.

"ahh don't worry cos! we won't tell them, but one condition.."

cosmo looked up at adam, subtle fear in his eye of what Adam was about to suggest.

"what is it?"

"you've gotta leave the child in our care while you fight."

cosmo sighed a loud sigh before he finally realized that that the two were just playing with him to make him scared. he chuckled a dry laugh before saying,

"yeah, i was planning on it"

⋆★ ! INABA

little dad with little daughter <3

SO CUTE AS A DAD

litterally cradles his child in his hair and make like a little woven basket to hold them in 😭❤️

SO protective over you and the child

your daughter DEFINITELY got all of her hair from him, no questions asked

GIRL DAD COMPLETELY, DIDNT WANT A BOY

you had 'accidently' walked in on you husband's 'daddy and daughter time' that they had told you not to interrupt but you were just a girl and curious on what they were doing but the heart warming sight in front of you was the thing you expected to see.

your daughter was getting her hair braided by your husband into a long french braid while she was in a pretty mulan kimono that you are sure inaba bought for her. she was humming the words to "Be A Man" from the Mulan movie while making the sounds effect too.

your husband, who was behind her, focused on brading right, was dressed in a formal yukata with black and gray Chinese warrior armor that resembles a Genji armor with gold trim with his hair in a neat bun, obviously replicating li shang. it was adorable seeing the two bond so eagerly, you decided to not bother them.

as you went back into the living room, you wondered if they were going to watch the movie which in turn made you want to make Mulan inspired snacks for them. you quickly texted your husband, telling him not start tge movie until you come. almost immediately, you got to work.

you made a bunch of the snacks, some looked prettier than others and some tasted better than others but you tried your best for not having recipes for all of them. you plated all of them, making them look as presentable as possible before you walked to the bedroom where the two were before.

on cue, as you opened the door, both your husband and daughter surprised you with their outfits. your daughter now had chinese inspired makeup on and she was ranting about how good it looked on her. your husband on the other hand, stared at you, captivated by you before speaking up.

"you didn't have to my love but thank you."

a small smile showed up on his face as your heart warmed up even more at his words of gratitude.

the night went on with you and your family, chowing down your homemade snacks and falling asleep to the quiet mulan soundtrack in the background.

yall im backkk 🤭🤭

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

[melikedraw]

Hi im back w another request may I ask of the university au (again) y/n getting busy w school and is concerned not being able to see gaolang so they goes to his home and sits beside him to study instead since his presence brings them comfort (hehe im back you art seriously brings me comfort every rough day at school)

Y'know what's better than sitting beside him?

Using his lap as a pillow!1!!1!!1!!1!1!

Hope this makes you feel better about school and stuff anon!!!!!