#kengan omega x you

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Raian and y/n fight so he pulls over the car and teaches her a lesson!!

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲? || 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐞

“𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭; dubcon, blood, dirty talking, arguing, cursing, slapping, hair pulling, degradation/humiliation, public sex, raian’s wearing sweatpants.., cramped space, biting, facefucking, rough play, you & raian are complicated, cum in mouth

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; smut with gn!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.2k+, scrapped the actual sex part.

a/n; i did not proofread any of this shit 😦 im so sorry but WE HIT 40 NOTES ON THAT OHMA FIC IM SO HAPPY

18+ !!!

it’s about that time at night where raian turns into an egotistical asshole while driving, he starts noticing the streets are almost bare and grows a petty smirk. raian’s brain lights up with ideas to fuck with the remaining drivers on the road, make them pull over out of sheer fear or argue with them back and forth whilst going over the speed limit. it’s nothing new, but you’re sick of dealing with it as his passenger princess.

“raian, slow down a little.. you’re speeding..—“

“speeding? ha, you think this is fucking speeding?! this is nothing!.. i’ll show you and all these other bastards real speed.”

raian’s grin was as malice-filled as it was dark. his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he glanced over at you. he chuckled, barely audible, the sound mingling with the growl of the car engine as he pushed the pedal even further. your figure plunging back into the leather seat without warning. your head is in a swivel, hearing the beast's uncontrollable laughter as your body tries to adapt to the frenzied speed of the car.

the tension in the car became unbearable, the mix of danger and adrenaline filling the small space. his eyes flicked back to the road as you contemplated his words, the car's speed climbing with his expectations.

“stop the fucking car! it’s not funny, take me home raian.”

“you’re not going home ‘til i say so, and i say you keep your dolled up ass frozen in that passenger seat.”

his implications hang heavy, tangible as the charged air between you. raian’s hand, powerful and capable, finds a resting place on your thigh, digging into your skin without remorse. a reminder of his presence, his power. though your protests aren’t getting through to him one bit, the sound of your stern voice gets him hot, coaxing more out of you.

the car's interior feels stifling, tension thick between the two of you as headlights and street lamps streak by. you can tell by the tenseness of his jaw and the unwavering hardness pressing against his pants that his ire was vying with raw need. the silent car became a den of smoldered urges, one palpable exhale away from combusting.

“tch. little bitches like you always like to chat, don’t they?—“

“you may think you can bully all these other people on the road, but not me! you need to treat me with respect!”

“what makes you think you deserve my fucking respect? the fact that my cum was swishing inside of you last week makes you think i gotta be fucking jolly to you? hah! what a fucking joke.”

“fuck you!”

“fuck me?”

“fuck you! pull this car over now!”

raian’s scratched voice had a sick grin emerge deep inside. his eyes crinkling from a smile that could cause a god fear.

“if you were so worried ‘bout it... maybe you should have done somethin' to distract me, hah? could’ve curbed my fuckin' enthusiasm. but whatever..”

to hell with that alleyway three feet ahead as he swerved into it, his car jerks to a halt in the seclusion of the dark space. every tick slowed as he turned the headlights off and locked the car doors. even as time felt like it slowed, the hand that laid on your thigh switched to your locks in a quick snap.

“ah!—“

your squeak is muffled by the tight grip in your hair, raian’s jaw ticking as he watches the range of emotions play across your delicate features. he releases a chuckle, a sound scarred and throaty.

“d—don’t touch me!”

“that’s it, isn’t it? you love pissin’ me off ‘cause you know exactly what it leads to. fuckin’ freak. you’re lucky i’m hard too, would’ve kicked you the fuck out by now.”

“gonna make good use of you.”

the words come with a growl, his lips inches from yours as he leans closer, a silent promise of retribution or perhaps a dark form of foreplay.

without warning, his lips crash against yours, an aggressive and possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. it wasnt the kiss itself that made you feel that way, it was the harsh bite on your lips that took the air out your longing lungs. the anger that had been simmering between you diffuses gradually with each forceful movement of raian’s blood covered tongue against yours, seemingly battling for dominance. the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by someone as fierce and relentless as this man sends a thrilling shiver coursing through your body.

your hands meet with his chest, at first to push him away. this kiss stings, it hurts along with his hand still tangled near your scalp. but as his tongue meets with yours, your head feels fuzzy and your hands relent against his shirt.

raian pulls back his face, mouth open tongue exposed, the mixed saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue as he pants.

“yeah, gonna use you ‘til you break.”

his hand pushes you to his crotch, un-busied hand pulling down his sweats as he stares down at you with anticipation. but as his cock pops up in front of your face, you just can’t stop yourself. his musk is too addictive as you kiss up and down each vein, his member twitching against your crimson red lips.

raian isn’t impressed, at all. a bored expression as he grumbles and slaps your cheek, not full of pain but enough to sting for a few seconds. his hips forcefully separating your soft lips as he uses your mouth. pushing your head down to the base where his pubes tickle your skin. you salivate and gag on his cock, looking up at his face as your head bobs up and down on his length. eyes hazy, you turned into a mess in seconds.

“fuck yeah.”

his gruff whisper barely slices through the stillness, his large hand tangled in your hair, guiding your head in a gentle rhythm. you feel his girth stretch your lips, his hand tightening ever so slightly each time he meets the deeper side of your throat.

every rough thrust interrupts your breath, leaving you gasping, eager, the sound of your muffled gagging mingles with the leather seats squeaking. raian’s assertiveness envelops you, his satisfaction clear in the grunt that escapes him when you hollow your cheeks, the slurping sounds filling the tight space of the car.

he hears the undeniable sounds of your commitment, the involuntary noise that escapes you as he continues to test your limits. the car jostles lightly from his movements, the energy of your eagerness causing the heavy vehicle to rock gently. raian’s breathing becomes ragged, a stark contrast to his usual, nonchalant demeanor.

the sounds of your lewd dedication, the steady rhythm of your gagging, drive raian closer to the edge. with his focus now entirely on you. moments become stretched, every touch, every noise heightened as he surrenders to your oral ministrations, his release imminent.

“fuck— gah!”

his words cut off, a deep chested grunt filling the car as his grip on you becomes a vice, his body tensing. you feel his pulse quicken, the unmistakable twitch as he empties himself, your devotion unwavering. his cum splurts into your throat without warning, your coughing audible as it sticks inside your mouth and makes it a struggle to swallow.

raian laughs at your tussle, pulling you away and into the backseat.

[yandere-writer-momo]

I forgot to post this. Apologies Kengan fans

Yandere Kengan Imagine:

A Shy Smile

Yandere Kaolan Wongsawat x Fem Reader

Kaolan had always been as calm as still water. His aspiration in life had been to fight the strongest fighter to the death. So why did he feel his resolve falter when his mind wandered to you? Rama’s adopted sister?

You were a delicate woman with a shy demeanor unlike your eccentric brother. You always gave him soft smiles and shy waves, Kaolan thought you were cute.

Despite his stoic exterior, his heart often raced whenever you were within range. His mind often wandered to places it has never been before. Kaolan knew he had a crush on you, you were his type. The type of girl who would never give him a headache or try to control him. The perfect girl.

Kaolan’s gaze always met yours and you’d always shyly look away from him. He knew you must have a crush on him as well… why else would you always go out of your way to greet him?

Kaolan knew how shy you were, so he’d be the one to ask you out. He would be willing to take the first step and what better way than to ask your brother for your hand? Kaolan was the best fighter in Thailand, there was no way Rama XIII would refuse his request.

Rama merely gave Kaolan a knowing smile. “It seems something, or better yet someone, has caught your eye.”

Kaolan simply hummed in response but Rama nodded his head. “Alright then. I know my darling little sister would be in good hands, so you’re welcome to court her if you’d like.”

And court you he did. Kaolan was nothing short of a gentleman despite his stoic exterior. He would bring you homemade meals and bouquets of flowers. It would have been touching if you weren’t so terrified of him. You couldn’t explain it, but Kaolan scared you.

Perhaps it was how expressionless he presented himself to be on the outside to others but how his eyes were filled with so much emotion… you were so scared you’d drown in Kaolan’s eyes if you stared into them.

How were you to know he’d mistake your shy glances of being a crush when in reality, you were just trying to be polite. You weren’t interested in fighters since you wanted an idyllic life… yet your brother and Kaolan had other plans.

“He’s incredibly smitten with you, my darling sister.” Rama smiled at you. “Why don’t you just accept him? You don’t have to be so skittish, Kaolan doesn’t bite.”

You only meekly nod your head. You couldn’t admit that to your brother since Kaolan was his prized fighter. And you never wanted to upset Rama.

Kaolan’s affection is stiff and awkward but you never voiced your discomfort, nope. You only gave him your signature shy smile. A smile that had sealed your fate from the start… that beautiful, shy smile.

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“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.”

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Woah... Hey mama

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[ddollfface]

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

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

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

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

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

“C’mon, do one more. You got this,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yoonyeon0]

Omg I js discovered ur blog ❤️

Can I request relationship headcanons with Gaolang? I’m so in love with that man :((

THANK YOU <3

never wrote for Gaolang but I tried my best 😭🙏 thank you for the ask!

Kaolang/Gaolang Realationship Hcs!

let’s go!

It was kinda of hard to get into a relationship with Gaolang, he was very quiet and kept to himself and he most likely didn’t even get the hint that you were hitting on him at first. But once you finally got into a relationship, everything felt easier.

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I feel like Gaolang dates to marry so he will definitely have you move in with him within the first couple of weeks. Of course you won’t have to lift a single finger during this process.

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Gaolong spoils you but with caution. He will get you whatever you want but be ready because after that you’re gonna have to wait until Christmas.

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Gaolang (unintentionally) introduces you to Saw Paing. Of course, it probably went down with Saw bursting in while you are at home alone waiting for Gaolang to come back from grocery shopping and naturally, you thought it was an intruder. So you can guess how that went. You and Saw definitely went on a bumpy start but ended up being VERY close.

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Gaolong INTENTIONALLY introduced you to Karo. You’re not as great friends with the large fisherman but you definitely like and enjoy his company as much as Gaolang does.

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Gaolong is the ideal househusband. Even though you both work, Gaolang still and will make time to prepare you a meal. He might clean but he expects you to do the laundry. Either way, it’s more like you’re the husband and he’s the wife. 🤗

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Gaolang trains you. I mean, he never wants you to join in fighting arenas like he does but it does come in handy; being able to fight for self defense. He’ll teach you the basics of boxing and maybe a bit of Muy Thai.

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I feel like Gaolang doesn’t want kids. Mostly because of his dangerous lifestyle but also because he is barely there at home to attend to you, let alone kids. All the stuff with the underground fighting and the boxing championships keeps him busy so he’d have a lot of guilt if he couldn’t see his kids because of that. ☹️

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Gaolong is INCREDIBLY patient. If you ever get in a dispute (which happens literally NEVER) Gaolang will wait until you’re calm before explaining to you his side of whatever the problem is and talking it out.

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If Gaolang could get a penny for the times you’ve asked him to meet Rama he’d have 7 pennies, which isn’t a lot but it annoys him slightly. Eventually he caves and introduces you to him and of course, like you do to all of his friends, you become super close.

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I feel like Kaolang shows you his phone without any reason. Even if you ask, he’ll give it to you without even thinking about it. He knows he’s loyal and doesn’t blame you for thinking that he’s doing something because of the late hours he comes home. Obviously you never find anything.

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Kaolong has you as his lock screen and home screen, he wants anyone that sees his phone to see you.

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Gaolang is very romantic. He will have a candle light dinner with you if you’d like or if you want, he’ll play with you in the rain. He likes showing his love to you in ways in physical terms rather than verbally.

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Gaolang definitely has a playlist he made for you. He doesn’t even listen to music much but he listens to that playlist and does it once a day as a reminder of the luck he has to have you.

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Definitely gets a matching necklace that he never ever forgets to wear. He’d be pissed if he did.

this ask was responded to SO LATE im so sorry 😞

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

[andy-kuramy]

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

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

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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!

[popawritter12]

Yandere! Cosmo Imai x Fem! Reader

Yandere character: Cosmo Imai

From the anime/manga/videogame:Kengan Ashura/ Kengan Omega.

Case:Indirect threat, manipulation and persuasion.

Parts:1 of 1

Finished: Yes.

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Fights were always something so constant in your life, that got you to the point of finding it funny every time you watched one. Maybe that was why you visited your best friend, Sekibayashi, who always welcomed you with a smile plastered on his face.

Both of them had been best friends for 15 years, they genuinely loved each other, they spent each other's birthdays hanging out and laughing, they gave each other gifts that the other liked. And obviously they had the great and eccentric conversation of each other's partner or ex-partners at certain moments ---preferably when one or both of them are completely upset and cry or get angry, or laugh remembering those moments. ----. It was a great friendship, and in fact he was the one who invited you to go to the annihilation tournament with him, it was a chaotic experience, from the first fights to the final you cheered like an Argentine fan in any game, and he accompanied you as a commentator or not. But you also met a lot of nice people thanks to him, and I think it was his constant contact that led you to be such friends.

Even if others thought anything about you, you appreciated the friendship you had, you had known each other for years and he was like the brother you always wanted to have, but maybe someone else doesn't see it that way.

---So, Seki, are you still training with Koga? ---You asked, watching Jun train with his group.

---Yeah! Only he's with his father now! I'm sure he'll do well ---Jun mentioned, still following the Hindu squats.

It had been at least 30 minutes since you were there; Today was your day off from work, and since you had no plans, what could be better than visiting someone who is practically an important part of your life?

He had been training with several of his friends, although many of them --- including Koga --- tried to flirt with you, they stopped when Jun noticed that they were making you uncomfortable, he was seriously a great friend. In fact, he noticed who could be good partners for you, just to speculate, he thought about his great friends and even rivals, but he only mentioned it to you when he bothered you with it or wanted to make fun of it or have some random topic about which talk.

---How good… ---You respond, before placing the water bottle between your lips and drinking.

While you stopped for a second to think about what to mention to Sekibayashi, he took it upon himself to yell at you.

---Hey, (Name)! --- The fighter shouted at you, with a smile on his face.

You returned the bottle to the table, somewhat confused, you paid attention to him, without responding to his call.

---What do you think of Cosmo? ---Was the question he asked you.

---Cosmo Imai? The fighter from the annihilation tournament? ---You asked, feeling a certain nostalgia when remembering the tournament.

Jun finished his squat session and stopped to wipe the sweat that fell from his forehead, while he remained standing, while his companions were fallen on the floor, exhausted and with their legs shaking.

---That same one! ---he answered you, before approaching you.

You thought for a second, bringing a hand to your hair, resting your elbow on the wooden table next to you.

---Good, i supouse? ---You answer, before continuing ---Well, I didn't know him for a long time, but I really like his fighting techniques, and in fact I think he's quite charismatic.

At that, Sekibayashi stands in front of you, showing not only that he was a little uneasy, but that he looked excited about what he had in mind.

---And, tell me, (Name)… ---He looked at you, you looked at him, not understanding what he was going to tell you ---… Do you think he's handsome?

A question so offhanded that it seemed more like a slap from someone behind you than a question. You blinked several times before your hand lowered from your head to the table.

---I guess? I had never thought about it.. ---You mention, somewhat confused ---.., why?

You didn't know it, but Jun knew something that you didn't; That the great Cosmo Imai was interested in you. I suspected it from the moment he caught him staring at you, but after talking to several of Cosmo's close friends, he confirmed his idea: he was seriously, even if he was enchanted by you, since whenever he sees you he seems to smile, he mentions you to his friends from time to time, and if the few times you interacted with him were not bad experiences, in fact you had stayed by his side when there was a rebellion in the middle of the tournament.

He wanted to see what you think, tell you what he knew and see if you wanted to give the blonde a chance, but he never thought that day he would arrive today.

What you and I know is going to happen is pretty obvious, right?

The same man they were talking about was at the entrance of the place, his face went from someone quite calm to someone with a frown, almost angry.

---Hey, Cosmo, are you okay? ---That was what Koga asked, who was with a band-aid on his face.

The blonde boy immediately changed his face to a happy one, pretending that he didn't know anything.

---Yes, Koga, I'm fine.

His companion was confused, but he let him pass, then walked towards Sekibayashi.

---So, from 1 to 10, how much do you give it? ---Sekibayashi asked again.

--- Seki, I already told you that I don't know ---Was (Name)'s response, which she certainly felt intimidated by the questions of his best friend.

Before Sekibayashi continued speaking, Kouga greeted them.

---Hello Jun! Hello (Name)! ---Exclaimed the boy, smiling.

Cosmo was next to him, almost rigid, but inside, certainly annoyed. It was clear that he wanted to exert some brute force on Jun, who was seen to be trying to intimidate you, although in reality it was quite the opposite.

---Hello guys ---Was what Jun responded, before shaking hands with Koga ---How have you been?

---Pretty good, and you? --- Kouga responded, taking his friend's hand.

---Everything is fine, I was talking to (Name), do you remember her? ---Sekibayashi mentioned, smiling.

Both boys looked at you, Koga had not met you, but he knew that you visited Sekibayashi often and in fact he liked talking to you, but it is more than obvious that the other blonde did know you, and I think even more than you think.

You stood up from the seat calmly, and positioned yourself in front of Koga, extending your hand.

---Hello, Koga, how have you been? ---You say, smiling ---. It's been a while since I last came.

Your kindness and how outgoing you were along with your face and your body took him off guard, in fact he found you quite attractive, which put the other blonde on alert. And obviously Sekibayashi noticed that, he felt like he was in a low-budget soap opera.

---It's good to see you, (Name), have you been here for a while? ---Asks Koga, with some curiosity.

--Well, I think I've been here half an hour ago, Seki and I were talking, what about you? ---That's what you answered.

The conversation flowed naturally, in fact it was quite enjoyable for everyone, of course without mentioning the blonde, who was somewhere between confused and angry. Why weren't you paying attention to him?

---Hello Cosmo, we were just talking about you ---Jun mentioned, smiling, with a touch of mischief, as if he were plotting something.

The boy looked at Jun, certainly… Intrigued, how they were talking about him. And also, the fact that he is talking about him with (Name) put him on alert. But he pretended that he was confused, and looked at Jun with his lips curled into a soft smile.

---Were they talking about me? I hope you didn't say anything bad to him --- Cosmo asked, smiling and pretending that he wasn't nervous about the answer.

Instantly, Jun grabbed your shoulder, pulled you in front of Cosmo, and smiled.

---Jun, don't tell me that… ---You didn't finish speaking, your sentence was cut in half.

---(Name) finds you quite attractive! --- Was what Jun said, with a smile on his face.

That caught him off guard, in fact he was almost surprised at the response quite… convenient for him.

---That was supposed to be between us! ---You screamed, blood rushing to your face immediately.

Jun quickly let go of you, and took Kouga by the arm, with the clear intention of taking him somewhere.

---Come on, Koga! You have to get back to your training if you want to survive that tournament, let's let these two do the talking! ---Jun expressed, before dragging Kouga, not caring if he wanted to go with him or not.

The silence between the two of you became almost forceful the moment Jun left you in that awkward situation. At what point did he think this was a good idea?

To Cosmo, since he would clearly use her to his advantage.

---So.. Do you find me attractive, (Name)-san? ---He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

You stammered various responses, from a 'No' to a direct insult to your best friend out loud, but without saying anything specific.

---Well, I think you're pretty pretty too, (Name)-san ---Was what the Blonde answered, smiling.

---Hey? ---It was the only thing you expressed, almost on the verge of fainting from the shame you felt at that moment.

---And, if you see it as something obvious… ---Cosmo speculated ---…, maybe the best thing we can do is get to know each other better, right?

---Eh, well, yeah? I mean! I… ---Your nerves took control of your responses, prohibiting you from being coherent.

---How about a date, (Name)-san? ---The man asked, getting a little closer to you.

You didn't give him a clear answer, in fact you were about to say no or make up a lie to get out of the situation, but Cosmo saw that, and he didn't back down, he didn't act so that you would be calm, but rather the opposite.

He took your shoulder something abrupt.

---Are you going to answer my question, (Name)-san? ---Cosmo asked you with a low voice, without stopping smiling at any time, trying to intimidate you at that moment.

The pressure on your shoulder suddenly increased, the blonde's intention was clear. And knowing that his kind date fell when he saw your nervousness terrified you almost instantly.

You looked down, wanting to avoid eye contact with the blonde, and like a scared dog, you muttered a "yes…" in response. You didn't do it consciously, but it was almost automatic that you responded to how intimidated she was. you felt

The force he exerted dropped considerably, and he simply let go of you.

---Good! This Saturday I'm free, how about I go pick you up at 7? --- he proposed to you, smiling.

You answered "Yes.." again, still stunned with the situation.

---What are they talking about…? --- Kouga asked, a little surprised at the sudden grab Cosmo had given you.

--- Don't worry, I know he is a good man, I know he will take good care of (Name)! ---Sekibayashi exclaimed, happy to know that you had the opportunity to date someone like him.

Your best friend was certainly happy, he thought Cosmo was a great match for you; strong, cute, charismatic, good fighter, educated, what more could you ask for?

Jun couldn't see you well, since your back was turned to him, but when he saw that Cosmo took you by the shoulder, he thought that perhaps it was because he had intended to give you a hug, and he was calmed down when he saw that he had moved away. from you, it was certainly the first time he saw Cosmo act so strange.

Neither Koga and Jun knew that he knew you before the tournament started. That he had taken it upon himself to get closer to you, but that you had not realized due to his great performance. For a moment, before Cosmo left, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two boys who were still doing squats, certainly pleased to see that at least for now, they were on his side.

"Well, maybe if they keep this up, I won't kill them now…" Was what the fighter thought, before faking a smile and saying goodbye to the fighters and obviously to you.

---See you guys! ---He exclaimed, before approaching the entrance of the place, and lowering his voice ---, see you, my dear (Name)-san.

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Good day.

Another finished request, I hope you liked it.

I really liked writing this one shot, and I hope that if you liked it a lot, you ask for part 2 (The "date" part)

Postscript; I really like the design of Kengan Omega, I feel that the added details give it a nicer touch.

Postscript two: Sorry if I add a lot to Sekibayashi or Koga, Jun is one of my favorite characters in all of Kengan, and I have a certain fondness for Koga since I read Kengan Omega.

And don't forget, orders are still open for anyone who wants a yandere one shot!

[aloesarchives]

Look, I’m not a Sukuna fucker by any means necessary.

However

These fics I live for, they’re so wholesome and lovely, ugh 😩❤️

Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility

Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed you’d bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all

Telling your hand maids “Don’t bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.” The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes

The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,

Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didn’t like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you

“It’ll serve that poor girl right” you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukuna’s folded Kimono’s they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimono’s and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves

“Let’s go see my husband.” Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess

Sukuna’s snapped to you and his arm’s opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach “Some of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,” he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles “So swollen with my child, it’s no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.”

You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled “Don’t say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.”

“Now,” he looked up at your face again, “why are you here.”

You tilted your head to the side, “I started contractions this morning, I’ve been in pain all day and I’m barely standing, my new maid wouldn’t stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.”

Sukuna stared down at you confused “How do you know it’s a boy?”

“I’m his mother,” he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, “I knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.”

Sukuna smirked “Is that so? Then let’s see this boy.”

🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤

After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.

The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukuna’s attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.

“What amuses you?” He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.

“I’m the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.” You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.

Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. “His name?” You looked at Sukuna and he sighed “Yuji”

The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna would’ve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now he’d settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.

Maybe just maybe this world wasn’t so bad

[aughhay]

ohma didn’t really care about the free bed of yours to sleep on tonight. but hey, he heard it’s good manners to gift something back.

nsfw warning!

“mn, oh—mn.. ngh..”

your hands kept clutching deep in the sheets, not any help to your body violently rocking to the bed’s creaky rhythm. ohma wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, he just wanted to show you how grateful he could be, really! the feeling of your tight, gushing, pretty pink walls just keep pulling him in. his muscular body shadowed over yours, facing your back as he took you from behind with his arms caging your head. you just couldn’t keep control of your self, his manly cock fucking you dumb for the first time as you spew your moans into a pillow.

you wish you could see his face, but you’re just too busy trying not to cum so soon. his grunts and groans will have to do.

“hah.. hah.. hunn..”

you can hear his mighty huffs and puffs as he sits back. the only thing audible are your whimpers when his well-endowed cock slips out of your slick hole. the headboard stops beating on the wall only for a second before his hands are on you, flipping you over on your stomach.

he’s touching you where ever, any place. your soft chest, those cute tits he can’t get enough of just keep being squeezed and groped. he’s just too in love with them, so in love that he forgets everything until he hears your whines and whimpers.

“ohmaaa. back in.. put yr’cock back in..”

“hm?”

“n—need you back inside..”

“…louder.”

first time he ever asked for something in that tone, actually, he wasn’t asking, he was telling you. telling you to be louder so he can see that the woman in front of him really needed him, really needed his body. he needed to see the proof. to see why he should be so thankful.

“shit— fu-fuck m’again ohma.. pleasee don’t tease m’like this.. need that cum..”

you were getting so desperate at this point, so needy for his dick. his cock-head sliding against your folds, giving your sweet hole gooey kisses with his tip. your hips grinding and moving, trying any method to get him back inside. and ohma is just watching, watching the girl that gave him a place to sleep tonight writhe and whine for his cock on that same bed.

but ohma doesn’t have that much of a good patience, he breaks as he finally pushes back inside you with a groan. back to that quick pace inside you with the headboard punching the wall and his cock throbbing again and again inside. you can tell he’s close to climax.

“nghn—.. where?”

“h-huh?”

“where do you want me t’cum?”

“i—inside m’pussy.. pl—please.”

even if ohma didn’t believe a higher power, he thanked them that he wouldn’t have to pull from your warm canal as he continued to pound you. ohma wasn’t the wittiest, but he could tell you were close too. the way you flicked and caressed that pretty clit of yours to your liking, your moans shooting towards him with every vibration.

“ohmaa..”

“‘m gonna cum.. ngnh!— cumming!”

you can tell that cry of his name sent him over the edge, his seed flooding you with a howl as you squirmed. you were now filled with ohma. his breaths heavy as he panted from above. staring into your seemingly hazy eyes.

“..thanks— gnh..”

not the right time for words, but the way your pussy flutters around his cock, he’ll take that as an ‘you’re welcome’.

[aloesarchives]

Kengan Headcanon: Gaolong's reaction to an opponent speaking about you in a unsavory manner

Warnings: Swearing on my end, reader been ogled at, gender neutral reader/pronouns

Series: Kengan Ashura/ Kengan Omega

Pairing: Gaolong Wongsawat x GN! Reader

Word count: 1988

Pronouns: They/them (reader is referred as partner and (Y/N))

(A/N: Been sitting in my file for a year. Now it's finally finished and posted. Please let me know if there is anything else I need to tag in my warnings.)

So I already established that in my headcanon of Gaolang that he respects women unironically, actually he respects people in general.

That’s because he’s just GOATED like that and is overall a decent person, especially in the world/universe of Kengan.

But back to the topic, the reason why I want to establish this is he is someone that doesn’t take no shit from anyone. Based on what we learned in Ashura, Gaolang looks down upon those who are cocky and don’t take fighting seriously. Looking more into it, he normally just gets irritated by them due to his calm and collected composure. 

In the world of the sport boxing, it’s no stranger that he will come across people who don’t fall under the definition of sportsmanship. Gaolang has his fair share of opponents that need a little bit of humbling, and he for sure gives it to them during the boxing match. It also doesn’t help his perception of them when they think and openly claim they can clean Gaolang up, making him believe they’re shallow inside and out. But he only does the pre-fight press conference because his manager told him it builds up his good reputation and consistent publicity. Knowing him, he wouldn’t really go to these but he does it for the sake of the sport and the benefits it brings as previously mentioned.

In a normal situation at a pre-fight press conference, he’ll get annoyed by these fighters and let that emotion subside after the press conference is done. He’ll reply nonchalantly to anything that’s thrown at him whether it’s questions or remarks from his opponents that tests the waters. He knows how to handle them and just waits to get into the ring so his fighting can do all the talking for him.

That’s until there was one opponent he had to fight he wouldn’t forget. Gaolang’s title as heavyweight champion was never challenged nor questioned at all. But during that moment in time, Gaolang’s title as champion was being questioned when another boxer was racking up wins left and right. Although this boxer was slightly younger, he was picking up fast and his fights looked impressive. Eventually, this novice boxer was turning heads and getting popular to the point where rumors and speculation about him being the new champion in the heavyweight division. It seemed absurd to think so, but it wasn’t out of the picture. 

Gaolang saw the boxer’s other fights and understood where the praise was coming from. Although Gaolang was confident in his abilities, he still was cautious of the other’s abilities and boxing style. So like always, Gaolang trained like he always does. This wasn’t new to you at all since you have been with Gaolang for quite some time and married for a few years at that point in time.

You thought this opponent was different as he seemed humble and didn’t bark a lot. After turning on the t.v. back in Thailand, you started watching the pre-fight press conference. Again, nothing new to you at all. When the questions from reporters started coming in, both boxers answered them as normal. However, you had a feeling that something was off about the guy. You could tell what it was but your gut had a strange feeling that couldn’t be shaken. 

It was not until the last 15 minutes of the conference that the novice boxer started to bite off more than he can chew. There was one reporter left that triggered a particular answer from him that caught Gaolang’s attention. However, what got a reaction out of him was when the boxer mentioned your name.

“But I will admit though, Gaolang. I’m jealous of you. You’ve got a beautiful and wonderful partner there. I wish I had someone like (Y/N).” 

Gaolang didn’t like where this was going. More so when someone mentions your name that wasn’t friends, family, or King Rama. He knows people like to use your name to throw off Gaolang but he knows how to deal with those who try to use your name to their advantage.

But it doesn’t mean Gaolang doesn’t feel any sort of anger when this happens, especially now.

Gaolang stood up and gave his signature glare to his opponent. He then walked across the stage and stood in the middle. The boxer did the same but he had a stupid shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“What’s with the face, Gaolang? I thought you would agree since you have (Y/N) to yourself, ya’know? Having such a fine person as a partner is something between us two men with good taste could understand.”

“Watch your tongue, (Boxer’s name). (Y/N) is not an object and is not to be ogled at, have some respect.”

But the boxer didn’t know any better and forgot to hold his tongue. The next few things that came out his mouth sent Gaolang’s blood boiling. Then there’s you  who gasped and covered your mouth as you watched what unfolded in front of you on the screen. Deepening his glare more while still keeping his stoic face, he looked down upon the novice boxer.

“Your words against (Y/N) are punishable crimes, and I will deliver the punishment without further question.”

With that, Gaolang turned and walked towards the exit. All chaos breaks out in the conference room. Meanwhile, you were sitting at home with the feeling of disgust and a pinch of fear. You never minded when your name came in the news, but this type of attention was something you feared and the fact a man said on live television with no hesitation was terrifying.

Basically, Gaolang went straight to his hotel room and took a cool shower to calm down.

The anger subsided but the feeling of repulse didn’t.

There are only 3 things that Gaolang shows pride, loyalty and devotion towards: the country of Thailand, King Rama, and you.

And how dare that boxer disrespect you in front of him. The absolute audacity!!!

After Gaolang finishes his shower, he calls you to see if you're okay. Whether it is physically or emotionally, Gaolang needs to make sure you’re doing alright. Gaolang, as always, is respectful towards you in anything. That’s why he has never mentioned you or your relationship to the public unless you allow it. But even then, he wants it to be lowkey af.

Sure, you have calmed down. However, you were a little shaken by this. I mean, I would if a random man said some unsavory things about me on public broadcasting.

Gaolang apologized for letting this happen to you, to which you told him that this isn’t anything too serious and that he should focus more on his upcoming title defense match.

However, this was and IS a serious matter to Gaolang. So the next few days, Gaolang trained with just a little bit more intent than normal.

(Meanwhile, that boxer is getting absolutely slandered for the shit he said on the internet. Those netizens don’t like how he dissed their favorite power couple)

At last, the day of the match that would decide who keeps the title is here. You opt to stay home for this as it would be better for your piece of mind. But you were more worried about Gaolang. Although you  know your husband well, actually that’s the problem. You know how exactly your husband is. Goalang isn’t a hard person to read. He’s rational, calm, loyal, and observant. One thing you notice about Gaolang is how defensive he can get.

People can shit talk him all they want, he could give zeros fucks at all. But insult Thailand, King Rama, or god forbid you, that person is gonna get fucking die.

It had been a couple of days since the conference. So you know the initial anger wore off. But still, you only hope Gaolang goes somewhat  easy on him.

But since the controversy at the press conference caused such attention, this match was one of Gaolang’s most anticipated matches yet for any of his titles.

The event started as per usual with any boxing matches, the sponsors, introductions/entrances, anthems, etc. The challenger seems as confident as ever, having barely any nervousness evident on his face. Same goes with Gaolang, but with his classic stoic stare. The match was on its way once the referee explained the rules and the first bell rang.

However, you knew something was wrong right off the bat with him. It wasn't like Gaolang was fighting alright, he’s a man that never half ass anything. But you can tell he wasn’t giving his all at all. You didn’t know why he wasn’t trying at all. This wasn’t like his fight with Kaneda, he put effort into that one. But something was different about this match and you couldn’t tell what.

It seemed like Gaolong was struggling seemingly, the commentators were shocked and questioned that there would be a new heavyweight boxing champion on their hands. Was this the end of Gaolong’s reign as boxing champion?

No, you knew we wouldn’t lose to people like his opponent. He would rather die than give them a win.

The third round came along and around seemed hype about Gaolong’s opponent and he seemingly being the winner. However, Gaolong was not phased by this. In fact, he still kept his calm composed aura like he always does. That’s when you saw that Gaolong was up to something. You didn’t know yet but it was something.

The 3rd match began and that was when everything suddenly changed. It was like a flip of a switch as Gaolong just started boxing the hell out of his opponent. Gaolong had landed more hits than his opponent could dodge. 

It was obvious to the crowd that this round was one-sided. Gaolong outmatched the hell of his opponent in every way he could. And with a finishing blow to the jaw, Gaolong had won by a knockout. The crowd went wild, the commentators losing their minds from the fast yet heavy KO.

Gaolong pulled the ultimate power move by letting his opponent think he had a sliver of hope in beating Gaolong. Only for Gaolong to straight up smash it to the group and pummel it until it was dust. He shattered the man’s hopes and dreams by letting him think he had a chance of getting a win only for Gaolong to show him that he is nowhere near his level.

That Gaolong was miles ahead of this cocky bastard and he made sure his opponent knew that. This loss will forever change his opponent for the rest of his career.

After the Gaolong’s win was finalized, all he wanted to do was go home back to Thailand and be with you. That’s it. He did his press conferences and interviews, but he didn’t care for them. All that mattered was you and he needed to get home to you as soon as possible.

As always, King Rama gives Gaolong a few days to a week off of work when Gaolong brings home a win. Every time Gaolong wins, it’s like an unofficial national holiday is happening. Thailand is bright and festive as ever everything he wins.

Now with Gaolong back home and off from work, he just spends his time with you. Maybe a little training but more so leisure and doing errands or chores with you. You were happy that Gaolong isn’t in a bad mood anymore but Gaolong now knows that people who weaponized you and your name against him just to stir the pot. 

Well, he takes that pot and creates his own fucking food with it because no way in hell will he let someone do that to you. He made it known with that match. Because after that match, his opponents never mentioned your name ever again.

Thai God Guard Dog privileges.

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"Missed You"

Ohma Tokita x Afab!Reader

Synopsis: Ohma is back and better than ever. After years of waiting, you and him share a passionate night together. (Takes place during Kengan Omega)

Content: 18+, Smut, A wee bit of angst, Afab bodyparts, Marking, Cunnilingus, P in V sex(unprotected), Creampie

Word Count: 2,596

How long had it been since you'd seen his face? How long had it been since you'd heard his voice nonchalantly say your name? How it rolled off his tongue when you were chatting normally, or when he'd say it in more sensual settings.

You'd refuse to belive he was actually gone. Holding your face in the palm of your hands almost every night as you sobbed in the comfort of your bathroom. The other fighters couldn't know how badly you were still grieving the loss of your one and only Ohma.

And yet....here he was. Standing infront of you yet again. You'd almost fainted when you were on the couch next to Kaede, but...she took the role for you. Casually strolling in next to Kazuo, his eyes firstly settling on you. Grinning as you jumped into his arms while babbling like a child.

Yes, you were angry at the same time. How could he, no, the Kure clan AND him keep this from you? However, all the pain accumulated over the years had vanished as soon as he wrapped his arms around you.

Ohma and you had retired to your apartment for the night. God it felt like a dream watching him lazily take off his shoes and jacket. How his muscular shoulders rolled the piece of clothing off of his back. His wavy black hair swaying gently as he turned to look at you.

You gulped before starting a sentence "I-"

He grabbed the back of your head pressed your lips into his. Your fingers grabbed a fistful of his shirt as he pressed you against the wall. He sharply inhaled as your lips parted for barely a second before he went in again.

Breathless and panting into his mouth, your hands squeezed at his biceps as you groaned. Not even 5 minutes being alone with eachother, and Ohma was already desperate to get his hands all over you.

Fuck he missed this. All those lonely nights in the Kure village thinking about you were over. He had you here, in his arms. He had been starved too damn long of your touch, your smell, your taste. He didn't want to waste any time talking, it could wait.

His hands felt up your waist down to the backs of your thighs. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and carried you to the couch. Pressing you down into the cushions as his hand rested on the back of your head.

"Ohma-" You whined.

"Hm?" He stared at you with a half lidded gaze, eyebrows relaxed. His chest was pressed into your stomach as his chin was almost touching the dip between your breasts.

You almost choked on your words. This was a sight to behold.

"I missed you" Your fingers ran through his black locks. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smirk. "Really?" His body snaked closer and up yours so he was face to face with you.

"Ohma...it's too early for teasing" You pouted, looking into his gray eyes that poured back into yours. He chuckled and lowered his mouth to your neck, grazing his teeth against the skin. Your body shuttered at the feeling of his fangs, escpecially his canines, delicately pressing into your skin little by little.

A deep sigh escaped your mouth as his own latched onto your neck. He remembered where your sweet spot was, enough do that memories of moments like this flooded your mind again. A twinge of pain ran up your spine as he clamped down harder. Whimpering, you pressed your body into his as your fingers tugged on his hair.

Ohma eventually let go of your neck before his teeth traced down to your collar. This time he nibbled all along the protruding bone, making sure there was still marks left but not biting hard enough to hurt you.

His hips shifted onto you as he groaned into your skin. You felt his bulge rubbing against your inner thigh. Your hips moved against his, making Ohma hiss and furrow his eyebrows.

"Missed me huh?" He clicked his tongue before sitting up and looking down at your form. Drinking it all in. He was noticeably a little sweaty, a thin layer of his glistening on his skin as the sunlight cascading from the window danced on his tan skin.

Your stomach fluttered as he stared you down. His chest rising and falling as the two of you sat in silence. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Throwing it to the side without care. His chest and arms were still handsomely scarred as you remembered them being.

"You've got no damn idea how long I've been waiting" his calloused palms began sliding up your slides, pushing up your shirt to see your stomach. It tickled, so you let out a small giggle. But he didn't stop.

He pushed your shirt up and over your breasts. Staring at your bra as his thumbs pressed into its fabric.

"Ohma, please" You couldn't bear how long he was taking to finally touch you.

"So needy" he huffed and moved the cups of your bra out of the way before delving in with his mouth again. His hands cupping your tits so he could suck on them easier. Muffling your moan with the back of your hand every time his tongue danced over your nipple.

He hummed to your body's reaction, taking satisfaction in how much he could tell you wanted him. He switched to your other breast, giving it as much attention as the other one. Making sure your nipples were puffy and covered in his saliva.

The boner in his pants strained harder against his denim jeans. You could feel it twitch against your leg, so you grinded yourself into him. The pressure made the fabric of your pants rub against your entrance and aching clit.

Your eyes widened when you realized just how wet you had gotten just from this alone.

Ohmas mouth released your nipple before looking up at you.

"Moving your hips against me like that. Your body knows what it wants, huh" Ohma said lowly as his hand reached down to your waistband, snaking under it before pressing his digits onto your soaked underwear. You swore under your breath as one of his fingers felt around you clothed slit.

"Ohma- please use your fingers" You almost cried. You didn't care how desperate you seemed, all you wanted was for him to make you orgasm again.

"We're not doing that today" he took his hand out of your pants. Instead, he unzipped his pants and slid them down this thighs. You looked at his hard-on, and felt yourself throb with want.

"I'm hungry" he stood up and grabbed your legs, forcing your bottom half to slightly hang off the couch cushion.

"Wha-" you were caught off guard by his actions. He tugged the waistband of your pants down before sliding them off of your legs. He looked back at you and saw your underwear, getting down on his knees so that he was facing between your thighs. Taking both of his thumbs, he ripped the leg openings with a single swipe before using his teeth to rip it off of you.

You could feel his breath on your entrance as he panted. His arms wrapped under your thighs, placing them on his shoulders as his thumbs pressed into your hip bones, holding you in place.

His nose nudged against your clit, making you squirm.

"Relax a little, I wanna make sure you remember this" Ohma turned his head so that his mouth was on one of your thighs. He bit it gently, his nibbles growing closer to where you wanted his lips to be.

You exhaled through your nose, not knowing when he'd actually do something. But enjoying it nonetheless. Then it caught you off guard.

His hot mouth was now flush against your aching entrance, lapping up your wetness and licking at your folds. You almost lept out of his grasp with how harshly you jolted at the sensation. It had been a while afterall...

You choked out a mewl as he ravaged you like a starved man. Everytime his tongue bumped your clit your thighs squeezed his head tighter.

"Oh fuck" you moaned, both of your hands going down to grab his head for some sort of leverage. Ohma was too caught up in eating you out to care about how much you were pulling his hair. The way you tasted to him had his cock already dripping with precum.

Your juices ran down from his lips to his chin. He relished in all of your noises that he had missed over the years. But most of all, he just wanted to see you cum. His mouth mouth slightly upwards from your folds and to your clit. Where he began to suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You felt yourself rapture in bliss. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out an erotic sob. He groaned at your reaction but didn't stop.

Thighs twitching, a coil inside of you was about to burst. Your heart started to beat out of your chest as you neared your peak.

"Look at me" Ohma commanded. Your sight was slightly blurred from the tears of pleasure, but you looked at him anyways. He looked up at you with lustful and carnivorous intent.

That alone was just enough to have your back arching as you came on his mouth, crying out his name. Your hips twitched and your back fell onto the cushion again, coming down from your high as you looked at him.

"That...was..." You paused to catch your breath "Amazing"

He separated from your clit and licked his lips. His chin glistened with your arousal, he wiped off what was left with the back of his hand before standing up. You sat up as well, taking his wrist. Guiding it so that he'd sit down next to you, which he obliged surprisingly.

"Let me take care of you now" you said softly as you straddled his lap. He placed his hands on your hips, raising his eyebrow. You took the liberty of pulling off his underwear, seeing his cock spring out of its restraints. It slapped against his stomach, which made you quietly chuckle.

Your hand wraps around the girth of his cock. It almost caught you off guard with how warm and hard it was. Reminding you again how long it had been since you'd had sex with him. You rubbed your slit against it, feeling the head of it slightly nudge your swollen clit.

Ohma closed his eyes, gritting his teeth when he felt your slick, wet entrance.

"Gonna make you feel good...missed you" You guided his tip in, feeling it just barely stretch your walls. Fuck you were in for it now. Your hips lowered slowly, his dick stretching you out. Your mouth hung open as you felt him hit your g-spot, thighs meeting his own.

He grunted, the grasp on your hips getting tight enough to leave bruises. "So fuckin' tight" he rasped, controlling the urge to move his hips.

Your hips began to rise again, feeling him slowly slide out made you huff in relief before slowly sliding down again. Your arms wrapped around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder as you whimpered. You picked up the pace a little, this time settling for more grinding motions.

Your spine arches again as you begin riding him. Feeling his cock stretch you out repeatedly with every motion you took. Another tear slipped down your cheek again as pathetic excuses for moans began slipping from your mouth.

Ohma was in the same boat, mind almost going blank at feeling your pussy tighten and flutter around him. His nails punctured your skin as he let out a low groan in your ear. He wanted to buck into you so bad, but it was just as hot seeing you milking his cock for him.

Your knees chafed against the couch cushion whilst you lifted your head to look at his face. His eyes darted to look at you, his mouth slightly open while his eyebrows contorted in concentration. You rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes and letting your body do the talking.

With every movement you made, waves of pleasure washed through you. But with every motion your thighs began to grow sore and tired. You weren't sure if you could keep up with chasing another orgasm. Your movements became staggered and slow, which Ohma took notice of.

"You need some help?" He asked with a cocky smile. You nodded weakly.

His hands grabbed the underside of your thighs and picked you up, making you squeal in surprise. He was still inside of you as he carried you, pressing you against the wall. "Hold onto me"

Your legs wrapped around his hips as his hands released your thighs to cage your body in. Your own hands held onto his large trap muscles.

"M'gonna move" he began slowly thrusting into you, rocking your body into the wall behind you. Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as his cock stuffed you slowly.

"Faster" you muttered under your breath sensually. Ohma let out a groan as he slightly adjusted himself before picking up his pace. You cried out as he rutted into you, your nails raking down from his shoulders to his chest. Desperately trying to cling onto him.

The sound of his skin slapping softly against yours echoed through the room along with various noises emanating from the both of your mouths. Your inner thighs became sticky with your spreaded wetness that dripped down from you.

"Shit- Ohma" you mewled as one of your hands went down to rub your clit in figure 8's. Your fingers felt his pubes repeatedly connecting with your mound, almost tickling it as he pounded into you. He gave you another lustful kiss, silencing your moans as his movements got sloppier and more desperate.

"Gonna cum in you" Ohma said feverishly "Been too long since this pussy's been filled." You fluttered around him at hearing his words. His fingers clawed into the wall, puncturing the drywall as he passionately thrusted into you.

You almost threw your head back as your writhed on his cock, orgasming again. Ohma cussed, feeling your walls clamp down on him as you came. "Too damn tight" his forehead rested on the wall next to you.

"Cum inside me please" You sobbed into his ear. Your face felt hot and your hair stuck to the sweat on your face. You could've been cockdrunk at this point. He let out the throatiest and guttural moan you had ever heard as his hips snapped into you one last time.

His cock twitched inside as you felt your stomach grow warm with his seed. It spilled out of you and dripped on the floor the deeper he pressed himself into you. Ohma and you were both breathless and panting. His head slid down to your shoulder as he slightly lifted you up, pulling out of you. You laughed at the current state of Ohma and yourself.

He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you tightly. Pressing his nose in your shoulder blade and inhaling your scent deeply. He definitely missed you, too.

"Promise to never leave me again?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Mhm" he hummed into your skin.

"Good. Let's clean ourselves up then"

[melikedraw]

I don't care what gender you are she's PEGGING you anyways!!!!!

[bokutosbiceps]

KENGAN ASHURA: any characters you’d like with a s/o who has a business and is a business person who’s part of the Kengan tournaments but they have another fighter.

ohma, raian, gaolang, agito (separately) x CEO!s/o

warnings: cursing, death threats, violence

a/n: i didn’t do any kengan omega characters since it clearly says kengan ashura even though i love my boi koga 🥺anyways, i hope you enjoy !! oh, also, i used gn pronouns for the reader (when necessary) since it seemed like that’s what you wanted in your request :3

tokita ohma would be incredibly jealous. like extremely jealous. he doesn’t understand why you’d ask someone else to be your company’s fighter when you’re literally dating him. he is always around whenever you’re strategizing with your fighter + he’ll make little quips like “i’d knock em out faster” or “i could beat the shit outta you so easily”. whenever you’re not around, he’ll make death threats toward your fighter to try to get them to back out so he could take his rightful place as your fighter. you have to set some very serious + clear boundaries w ohma so he can chill out. you’d have to explain that the main reason you don’t want him as your fighter is because you don’t wanna subject him to injury just for your benefit, even though he’s told you many times that he’d gladly go to battle, and die, for you. i could see him becoming fast friends w your fighter if they’re competent + laid back. he’s still jealous that you didn’t choose him, though. he has kind of pure intentions…but we all know the bastard just wants to fucking fight + even better, fight for you.

kure raian is going to be so fucking petty about it. he immediately starts bitching + whining to you. when that doesn’t work, he will seriously try to scare the shit out of the fighter you chose. i honestly don’t see him stopping at killing your fighter. if that happens, you realize you pretty much have to let raian be your fighter or else. if he decides against killing your fighter, he’ll make their life a living hell. and yours. he is around you + your fighter ever waking moment you spend together. first, he makes sure nothing fishy is going on. two, he makes sure that your fighter knows that they’re dead w a single wrong move or loss. your fighter might end up running away out of fear for their own life. raian will probably end up becoming your fighter one way or another. it’s completely unavoidable.

gaolang wongsawat likes that you’re strong willed + doesn’t really mind that you didn’t choose him to be your fighter. you guys keep your relationship + goalang’s job v separate, so he truly has no problem with this. he will, however, do a little bit of training w your fighter for both his + your benefit. it’s nice to have someone to spar w him since they’re always around but he also wants to make sure that they’re a competent fighter. he trains them super well + he helps your fighter bring you massive success. he wouldn’t hold back while fighting in a real match, though. sorry, but he’s going to put your fighter in the ground + not even feel bad about it. in the back of his mind, that’s kinda what you deserve for not choosing him to be your fighter. you know he’s more than capable. but again, he likes that about you. you make your decisions for yourself + he’s ready to stand behind whatever decision you make.

kanoh agito is surprisingly okay with it. he trusts your judgment + while he knows he’s stronger than 99.9% of the world, he lets you make your own decisions. plus, he knows he’s legally obligated to fight for metsudo so he wouldn’t be able to fight for you. that doesn’t mean he won’t help tho. he’ll even offer to spar with your fighter to make sure they’re actually strong enough to bring in success for you. you appreciate his help + he does everything he can (inside of his contract w metsudo) to make sure that you will be successful w this fighter. he’s also v aware of the fact that you may have a fighter who’s not him for official kengan matches, but your true protector will always be him. he wouldn’t entrust that job to anyone else as long as he’s alive. not ever.

[yoonyeon0]

I need takayama from kengan ashura relationship headcanons PLEASE

a minoru coming right up!!

Takayama Minoru Relationship Hcs

let’s go!!

Definitely is tense when he first gets into a relationship. I mean, the guy is new, okay? He’s just a little confused. He doesn’t know where to touch you, what to talk about, and how to talk to you but eventually he gets the hang of it.

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Takayama is a man of tradition so he is definitely getting married. He is scared of getting you hurt but if it’s to be with the person he loves - he’ll take that risk.

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Isn’t really into the matching stuff but has his wedding ring on a necklace so it doesn’t get stuck on his finger and you saw this as an opportunity so you did too 😝🙏

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Wants kids. I won’t even ELABORATE, he wants children but not to the point where he’s bugging you about it though, he just says the idea of a family seems good to him.

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Takayama is INCREDIBLY loyal. This man won’t even look at another person without your permission. He definitely is super respectful and will not spoil that title at all. And I mean AT ALL.

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Takayama could definitely be a house wife but he prefers a more traditional relationship but don’t worry, if you need him to do the work, he will - no questions asked.

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Definitely shows you his scar and explains how he got it like 6 months into the relationship. He trust you completely if you couldn’t tell so don’t break his trust or his heart.

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Can Takayama introduce you to the other bodyguards? Yes! Will he? Most likely not. It’s already annoying to him that somehow Omori found out about you so he’d rather not take that risk.

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Takayama definitely gets pissed off a little too quick but you’ve helped him with that. He doesn’t get pissed off as fast but he definitely will have a mental tantrum.

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Takayama will take you out once a week. That is if he is home at the time. Being Mestudo’s body guard isn’t easy at all but he trys and believe me when he says, he almost always comes home and just passes out on top of you - slowly of course. He’d honestly stop your heart if he just dropped on you.

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Sucker for kisses. Will kiss you when you want. Don’t kiss his scar, he’ll melt immediately and that stern man facade will definitely drop faster than a match.

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He really likes going to fish so he’d definitely catch one and dedicate it to you. It’s honestly cute but hilarious when you see that he catches a small one and apologizes so quickly.

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Leaves a note on the counter when he leaves in the morning with a terribly drawn picture of him kissing you on the corner. Yes, it seems like he wouldn’t but he’s a dork okay, let him love 😕

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Honestly gets mad if anyone simply looks at you. Not jealous, I mean this in a way like if anyone looks at you with the intention to hit on you. Before he’ll burst, he’ll look at your face to see any signs of discomfort and if he does, trust it’s gonna get messy.

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If you’re a TikTok guru or something, he won’t mind being posted, just not his whole face. He’ll participate in those couple trends once in a blue moon. He feels like it’s cringy, he rather you just take his photo and do whatever you want with it.

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If you ever ask him one of those dumb couple questions, he’d give you the DEEPEST answer ever and your just there like: 😧

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“What would you do if I was a worm?”

“In all honesty, I��d be a madman to keep a worm in my room so I’d keep you in the living room. I’d give plenty of sunlight and water, you’ll never go dry or hungry. I’ll make sure that I put your jar in front of me when I eat so we can have somewhat of a romantic conversation together and i won’t hesitate to pet you.”

“I was expecting you to tell me to go away with my stupidity but that works too!”

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Do you guys get in fights…? Well twice a month. But they’re never all that serious, it’s probably started by Takayama and his temper but it’s usually solved by him too. He knows how to ton the situation down and make it seem calm and he knows how to talk some sugar to you 😝

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Loves seeing you in any type of fancy attire. Thinks that you look like a beautiful beast. Honestly if he wasn’t so respectful he’d get down and dirty.

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Somewhat into romantic stuff. He won’t go the full mile but he’ll definitely participate with you if it means enough to you. 😝

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Trains you with self defense. You are NOT getting hurt because if he’s not guarding Katahara, he’s guarding you but in those few hours where he doesn’t have time to watch over you, he needs you to be able to keep yourself safe.

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Typical dates with him would be chilling in your living room watching romcoms and eating popcorn

i don’t know how to write his character AT ALL so I took inspiration from a fandom website🧍if I butchered his character up i don’t know what to tell you

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the exact facial expression of my Hollis simp ass looking for smut gave after finding this:

can i pls have dating + nsfw hcs bout hollis?

Okay this might be controversial- Hollis > Raian

Hollis-

• Tbh he’s like the more loving, healthier, calmer version of Raian. Maybe I shouldn’t compare the two. Hollis is his own person. Hollis is still protective, possessive, and pretty much cut form the same cloth as Raian.

• He’s very relaxed around his S/O. He will memorize all his S/O’s favorite things. He’ll watch their face as it lights up when they see something they like. He cherished the light in their eyes.

• He likes surprising them... just to see their face light up. Seeing their happiness is contagious. Gift giving is one of his love languages.

• He is very stoic, don’t expect him to be very expressive. But once his S/O gets to know him better they’ll be able to see how he feels, maybe by the twitch of his eyebrows or mouth. His body language is pretty easy to study.

• He’s very calm and collected but he’s much more relaxed around his S/O. They are the only person he really drops his guard around. He’s really not used to affection- he’s quite touch starved.

• His lips are always so rough. The skin on his face it’s thick and tough from years of battles. His kisses are unintentionally rough. He just smashes his lips to his S/O’s, he never learned how to kiss properly.

• He’s super protective and territorial over his Mate. They get treated with a lot of respect among the Kure clan, considering Hollis is one of the most powerful.

• His hair is textured, he doesn’t really do much to style or take care of it. Having an S/O who knows how to do hair would be a big help. He doesn’t do his hair at all, but he’d like an S/O who would want to try.

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• It’s been established already that the Kure have massive scent and breeding kinks. Hollis is no exception.

• He much prefers making love to his partner. He’ll lay them down and scatter dark hickeys all over their neck. He likes marking his mate, he’ll put dark marks over every piece of flesh he has access to.

• he prefers positions like missionary, where he can see his mate’s face. He wants to see their expressions and their face twist in with pleasure.

• His lips are rough, his kisses are brutal and breathtaking. His S/O’s lips are going to be bruised and swollen.

• He likes getting his hair pulled. When he feels his S/O tangle their fingers in his hair he groans. Also when they take their nails down his back. He likes looking in the mirror afterwards at all the pink lines down his back.

• His thrusts are slow yet hard. He wants to get as deep as possible inside his S/O. He wants to feel every bit of his S/O

• He does get rough a bit frequently. When he’s feeling possessive over his S/O. Or when his mate presses his buttons and teases him just a little too much. Or when he’s really really really needy.

• He does doggy or mating press. He fucks his S/O roughly. He’s above them growling and grunting, he destroys his poor S/O. They’ll be unable to walk the next day.

• His loads are massive. He cums so fucking much. He dumps it deep within his S/O. Due to his breeding kink he cums in his S/O as many times as he can. His S/O is going to be feeling full and packed full.

• He likes watching it overflow and gush out of them. Once he’s had enough of looking he’ll help his S/O clean up.

• After care is sweet. He’s not the most affectionate guy, but he’ll always pull his S/O into his chest and kiss their forehead and ask if they're okay.