#kaito ooe

[yanverse]

I’m curious how the yans would react to their darling suggesting being free use? Some of them would never act right EVER again; but I also think some would start out too nervous to make a move, but once they do it a few times, they become something of a menace.

prrrrr.......free use, you say? i have.......ideas >:) (lmk if u want more! <3)

Elias, Kaito, Lilith, Isabelle, Adrian, Nina

(cws: free use kink, domination, degradation, dressing up, fingering, overstimulation, messy sex)

Elias obviously needs to keep you around while he's working, and it just so happens that he's also in need of a good secretary for his practice. Win-win! He can have the best of both worlds: keep you close enough that he can see you whenever he wants, and you've got something to busy yourself with when he gives you paperwork--but aside from filing a few things you basically just get to mess around on the computer while he's in session. And unless you're into it, you won't be hearing any questionable noises and thumping through the wall--he's had to rebrand and lost some repeat customers, but he's a taken man now, so no more shenanigans.

Of course, that means you've got a much hornier, much needier cowboy on your hands than you're used to. He doesn't need to jerk off between clients or on his break anymore if the mood hits him midday--that's what he's got you for now, right? He can just waltz out of his office, tap you on the shoulder, and drop to his knees right there. Worried you'll get caught, that someone might walk in early or a solicitor will drop by? Then you just need to stay nice and quiet while he's under your desk. He might just end up leaving indents in the floor from the spurs on his boots, cause it's so easy and you're so accessible and you don't even have to stop working! In fact, if he's in the mood to tease, he might dangle the threat of stopping over your head if you don't keep working while he goes down on you.

But knowing him, there'll be an equal chance of him rushing over, locking the door to the office, and just throwing you over the desk like he can't wait a second longer to have you. There's a reason he's got so much time in between his clients, and it's because there's no better time to mess up his cute little secretary, and make sure you have to sit with his cum leaking down your legs the rest of the day.

Kaito has half a mind to just sit you on his lap all day. He doesn't have to go out for work, he barely leaves the house as is, and you're around each other most of the time anyways. Why not? He could game or tweak his latest sketches with you settled and comfy on his lap, his cock twitching softly inside you with those pretty mewls of yours perking him up. That, to him, is heaven.

If that's not the case, though, then sparing a hand to entertain you is just as good. Especially if you're in an argument, or if he's mad at you, or if he's just annoyed but not in the mood to talk about it. He doesn't even have to be paying attention, but more than likely you'll be begging for him to give you some.

With the spare seat next to him and his eyes glued to his computer screen, he only needs one hand to fiddle with his tablet pen as he shades his latest drawing. And all the while he has his fingers buried between your legs, his reactions minimal as you soak his chair with sweat and grab at his sleeve in desperation. You keep cumming all over yourself, you're a mess, and he's already gonna have to clean you up after so at least don't distract him. Each orgasm aches more than the last with overstimulation melting your brain into your skull, but you won't even stop him. You probably could, but why would you? He said it himself: he's gonna clean you up when he's done, you just have to wait until he finishes up. But knowing Kaito, odds are he's gonna make you much, much messier before he actually gets to that part.

Lilith loves providing for you. She loves to make you happy, to come home with money and food and love, and to shower you with everything she has without you having to lift a finger. You love her, you've done enough.

But when the opportunity to bus tables at her restaurant comes around, it's a hard deal to ignore. Extra income, extra time together, and extra chances for you to socialize and put in some hard work? If you're all over it then she can't exactly say no. A good girlfriend wouldn't say no to such a simple request. It may have her biting her nails at first, but seeing you succeed fills her with a feeling of pride that gives her an extra spring in her step on those extra-hard days.

But she's lucky that the diner has so few willing waitresses and such a small staff to begin with, because you two can get so close to getting caught with your pants down. She'd never consider getting off at work before this, but with you so present and available all the time...shooting her those lusty looks across the dining room, bending over just a little too far while you're cleaning tables, brushing by her just a little too close while she's taking an order...if she didn't pull you into the bathroom and push you up against the stall, she might just go crazy. Whether it's your hand up her skirt or hers down yours, it really doesn't matter--if you're going to let her touch you whenever she wants, then she has to take advantage of it. Nearly every break soon turns into a chance to get away, her lunch swapped out for a glorious ten minutes with your legs spread, body bent forward, and her tongue making short work of that promise you made that you'd stay quiet.

Isabelle isn't offered the suggestion of free use. You are free use. You're her toy, you're meant to be used, and you're smart enough to know that she doesn't take such a stance lightly. She's not fucking around with any of that touchy-feely, "casual dominance" crap. You'll know she's dominating you because she won't let you forget your place--look away for a moment, let your guard down, and you'll be pounced on before you can make sense of it. Even if she's just finished making you cum for every year you've been alive, she could very well come back into the room after a minute and decide she's not quite done yet. Bathing, showering, eating, sleeping, it's all the same. So long as you're still breathing, there's an incredibly high chance that you won't go very long without her weight pinning you down or your legs pulled apart for her to have a taste. But at least you're still alive, which is more than can be said for Isabelle's other playthings and romantic interests.

You would think that someone as poised, confident, and professional as Dr. Moorwell wouldn't be nearly as intrigued by the concept. Adrian is a romantic, after all--a chivalrous one at that--so you would struggle to imagine him as being so crass and self-indulgent with his lover.

Alas, he is. In fact, he's like a beast while in pursuit of it. Adrian loves to catch you while you're unawares; reading, reaching up for something on a high shelf, organizing his library, taking a sip of your drink, crawling under the sofa to retrieve whatever you dropped, the view makes him shudder and his belt comes off like the buckle is melting. There's always a touch first, a light tap or a brush down your sides to reassure you that it's him, but it's just a formality. The quick smack of his palm hitting your backside is the real test, because so long as your cute little squeal is followed up by a whine or a moan, he knows there's no risk. He can squeeze you, pull you apart, violate those precious, sacred spots so deep they've never seen the light, and it'll satisfy you to the point of making you gush all over him like he's turned the dial of a sprinkler.

At this point he might as well give you the title of housemaid. Your presence in his home reassures such tidy, homely feelings even amidst the stacked clutter and the piles of unread books. Besides, he'd have an excuse to put you in one of those silly, frilly costumes with the headbands and the wrist cuffs, and you could call him--w-well, it doesn't matter what you call him, so long as you prance around as happy and sweet as usual, and look at him with all that love in your eyes even once he's reduced you to tears and trembling legs.

Nina would be the last person to ever accept such a sinister request. Touch you? Unprompted? Without gloves, or a thorough hand washing, or..? You seriously think she would ever do such a thing on a whim?

That terrible attitude only lasts a few minutes, however, because her complaints are only a farce for how her mind has started working in overdrive. Because you like her enough to ask her for something so lewd. Because you think she's pretty. Because you look at her and think hot, wet thoughts despite her difficult attitude and her insistence on keeping everything clean. You desire her, and that's a feeling that's only come by on very, very rare occasions.

Hence why your request is fulfilled so quickly--like, less than twenty minutes quickly. Less than the time it would take for her to shower and scrub and go through her step-by-step routine in order to touch you, because the waiting is too agonizing and she just has to feel you. To feel your love and your beating heart in your chest, your pulse pounding all the way up your fingertips as you spread her open on your stupid, dirty, filthy hands. The only reason she'll allow it is just because it's you, but don't you dare get a big head! This is just more convenient for her. She'll just take a shower afterwards. But...well, you're coming with her. It'll surely be easier to clean up if you're already in there, so if you think your bathing time from then on is going to go uninterrupted, you'll be very sorely mistaken.

[love-toxin]

For your oc’s, their sexual orientations? Like what gender they prefer for their darling to be?

one could say the yanderes are.....darlingsexual. most of them are somewhat on a sliding scale between bisexual and pansexual, but they do have some slight preferences that aren't necessarily dealbreakers, since ultimately they will love their darling no matter who they are or what they look like. but since you asked, some of their particular partialities include the following:

Lilith, Isabelle, Seiko, and Morgan all have a fondness for women and fem-presenting people.

Elias and Leo are more inclined towards men and masc people.

Makoi likes women older than him, and moms or motherly people.

Ingrid and Umi like people around their age. Leigh likes people a couple years older or younger than him.

Suki likes shy or submissive people.

Adrian likes anyone with dark hair, freckles, or scars.

Chihiro and Tsubasa have a tendency to like free-spirited people.

Nina likes creative people (artists, musicians, dancers) and anyone with a dominant personality.

Seóirse likes plus-size people.

Kaito loves maid costumes. Doesn't matter who's in them.

Thorn, Ilya, and Conrad adore kind, affectionate people. They also tend to go for people shorter than they are, and so does Avi.

Noel likes cute, yet aggressive girls.

Mel and Jiyu like tall people.

Hyun likes people younger than him.

[yanverse]

Physically I am just chilling in bed, but in my mind I am peppering Kaito’s face with little kisses while holding his face in my hands. He is my little meow meow.

"Meow, meow!" You paw at the arm in your lap, the pink-haired boy it's attached to having been snuggled up beside you on the couch for a good while now.

Your neighbors probably think there's a few especially noisy cats living here. But they'd be wrong, because the only animals living in this apartment are you, and-

"Mrrow?" A crisp, perfect purr rumbles from Kaito's throat, his eyes still glued to the screen of his handheld. The console's been buzzing with flashy lights and the tinny sounds of explosions for the past half an hour, your boyfriend's game keeping his focus as he's working on beating his friend's high score. This whole meowing thing started as a joke, but now it's become a genuine mode of communication--when you're too lazy to even form words, your slowly-improving cat impressions say all that needs to be said.

"Maow!" Another pawing motion, and your fingers wrapped up in his hoodie strings to drag him closer, and Kaito's snort of laughter puts a sour scowl on your face. It's not destined to last, though, because it's merely a precursor for his game to settle in his lap and his head to turn to accept a well-deserved kiss on the mouth. For once he's remembered to put on chapstick, thank goodness. His lips feel so nice, so soft, and it feels like such a waste for them not to be taken care of--but at the very least, he's started doing it just for you.

"How many kisses?" He murmurs low under his breath, eyes half-lidded as he just barely manages to keep your lips at bay to answer. "You know I'm busy, babe. Name your price."

"Four hundred thousand." If he weren't so distracted, you know your answer would assuredly earn you a bout of laughter. He's got such a pretty laugh. He does smile at you, though, for better or for worse.

"That's a little unrealistic. Why not four, to start?"

"Four thousand? Meow?" Tacking on that pretty plea is a low blow, but the hiccup you can feel in Kaito's stomach as you rub your hand over it is exactly the reaction you wanted. He can just be so easy to work over. Hence why his fingers are coming up to clasp around yours, halting your gentle strokes with a hitch of breath in his throat. His legs shift position, moving about with uncomfortable weight before he settles one over the other--for once, sitting his console on his lap seems to benefit him this time, especially with those soft cheeks growing dark.

"Four, baby. I'll just be a little longer." Your ears twitch at the hint of strain in his voice, a sigh passing from your lips to his as you claim the first one. No tongue this time. He deserves to suffer a little bit for making you wait. But the other three make a perfect triforce over his face; left cheek, right cheek, and between the brows where he's got the faintest little freckle on the side. Kaito's eyes have shut while you work, only to flutter open once you're finished, the nibbling on his lower lip a clear tell that he wishes it wouldn't end so soon. But he's got a thing about finishing whatever he's focused on and he can't divert from it for long. That gleam in his eyes is a warning that he'll make it up to you once this task is finished, though.....which could be good or bad, considering you can still feel an ache from the other morning. Even with his lap as a buffer, that gaming chair of his is so uncomfortable.

In a flash, Kaito's tuned back in to the game like nothing ever happened. Yet, when you move your hand from his belly to go find something to entertain yourself with, his unusually strong grip tugs you back to settle against his shoulder. He presses it down firmly, fiddling about with only one hand--the other arm then circles around your shoulders, and he covertly slides you further into his lap for you to entwine yourselves together. From this angle you can watch him play, he can rest his weight on you, have a prop for his arm to sit up and quit getting sore....and Kai's desire to snuggle into you is returned tenfold, the two of you practically inseparable as you settle in for a long afternoon.

[yanverse]

Knockout

a/n: i couldn't remember if I'd posted this or not, so perhaps this is a repost with some tweaks--but here's a little snip of some background fic for those who like the character development ish! <3

(cws: kaito pov, non-reader insert, slutshaming violence, blood, mention of broken bones, a smidge of ooe siblings family history, the start of the kaito-ebbi rivalry)

word count: 1k

Like I'd ever work with a whore like that.

The words had burned into him from their place on the screen the first time he read them. He didn't like to consider himself an angry person anymore, in fact he liked to think of himself as being rather laid back and relaxed for the most part, at least when his anxiety wasn't creeping up on him. He'd done plenty of work to get to that point.

But this was different. He couldn't fathom the idea of Umi being talked about in such a light, at least in a serious way that was aside from all the things they did on their live streams, which he remained blissfully ignorant of. And people had been agreeing with that twat of a photographer, comments and posts popping up nonstop to gossip about his sibling's questionable sexual history ad nauseam--the same person that had tucked him into bed and put food on the table since he was nine years old, the person who worked themselves to the bone to make sure he had everything he needed. Umi had even bought him his first sketchbook, his first set of paints, his first art lesson and all the ones after, and never asked for anything in return even when they had to humiliate themselves to get it for him. They sent him to college, scraped and saved and stole for years to give him the chance to go to art school of all things--a prospect his father had laughed at--and gave up everything he knew they wanted so that he'd get to live his dream.

After mom was gone, and after dad gave up on being their dad, Umi was mom and dad and not once did they ever let slip a complaint, a sigh, or even a scowl. They were still his best friend, and they still smiled even when they were dying inside just to make sure their little brother was safe and happy. Kaito knew how much they loved him even when he was the opposite of loveable, and for that he could never see his older sibling as anything less than a superhero. Anybody who didn't think the same just didn't know Umi–or they were just jealous of how incredible they are.

Nobody knew Umi like he did, and neither did that dickhead that was minding his own business as he looked at some seller's display, totally unaware of his victim standing six feet away and tugging on Kaito's sleeve to get him to walk in the opposite direction. How unfortunate that the one time Umi got him to leave his apartment to visit the farmer's market in the park, he honed in on the piece of shit that shamed his best friend and hurt the only person he's ever been able to rely on.

Well, unfortunate for him. Because Kaito's feet worked faster than his brain as they often did, and by the time he reared his arm back, a pair of mismatched green eyes had just turned to meet his own.

A sickening crack resounded in the soft chatter of the market, which only died down for a moment at the collective sight of the blond staggering back from the punch, his hands over his nose that had already started gushing blood. Kaito had never really hit anyone before, mostly had just broken stuff or punched walls, but evidently it didn't take much to break someone's nose when they were caught off guard. The favour was already being returned, however, when that pair of hands grabbed him by the collar and shoved him straight into solid ground below, knocking the wind right out of his lungs as his back hit the grass.

"Kaito-! Get off of him!"

Umi's shriek cut through the crowd just as they did, their footsteps pounding in his ears as they sprinted forwards to protect him--but their steps weren't the ones that were shaking the ground, and only managed to arrive after Ebbi had pinned him and laid a solid punch into his cheek while he gasped for air. In the swiftness of a moment, the weight had lifted off his body like it wasn't even there at all.

"Fick dich! Fuck off! Arschloch!" A stream of obscenities flew from his lips, the blond struggling and kicking frantically as he was grabbed and held back in a chokehold–by no less than a much bigger, much more intimidating farmer-type that narrowed his brown eyes at him over the German's shoulder. But despite that, his dark-haired saviour said very little, and only held him back long enough for Umi to grab him by the arm and help him off the ground. In retrospect, he was just lucky that the guy was a good head taller than both of them and built like a brick house, his grip strong as he turned and shoved Ebbi away, before warning both of them in a low rumble to fuck off.

"C'mon, get up–c'mon, we're going home, now! What the hell were you thinking?!"

Even despite their scolding that had only just begun, he could practically feel the terror radiating off of Umi as they hauled him up to his feet and led him away from the scene. He'd undoubtedly be babied and fussed over as Umi held an ice pack to his cheek and forced him to drink some water for once, all while giving him a lecture about taking the high road and not giving in to other people's blah blah blah.

Of course he would listen, and nod his head, and promise not to lose his temper next time. But on the inside he could be as smug as he wanted to be, knowing that the little shit on the other side of the screen would be nursing his nose for a good, long while.

[love-toxin]

which of your oc's do you think would be the best at reminding their s/o to take their meds? lol been feelin funky in the brain the past few days because i keep forgetting, i had to get a reminder app

Ken is an obvious choice--he's got your medication routine memorized, and if you don't organize them yourself he'll do it for you. One of his favourite things to do for you is to get up early on monday mornings and separate all your pills into that week's pill case, and he'll even throw vitamins or certain supplements he thinks you'll probably need in each day.

Kaito is another good one. He may be a bit of a scatterbrain sometimes but he's on such a strict medication regiment himself that doing it with you becomes second nature. He'll store your pill cases next to each other in the cabinet so when he goes to take his and sees yours still full, he'll come find you or bring them to you in bed so you can take them.

Lilith is really good at remembering too, she's gotten used to organizing her grandmother's medication for her and giving it to her, so she'll familiarize herself with each of your medications so she knows not only when you need to take them, but what side effects they might have on you. Even administering a needle or checking your blood sugar is easy for her because she has to do so herself, so if you need to take insulin she'll try and plan it so you can take yours together.

Elias, Adrian, and Ingrid are all casual reminders. They won't hound you to take them or be really meticulous about it, but they'll remind you as you eat breakfast or before you go to bed to take them in case you forget.

Tsubasa gets a little confused. He's not entirely sure what medication entails, but he'll come running at you with your pills in hand at random times throughout the day if he sees them still full, begging you to take them before you die. Sometimes he brings you the ones for the next day or ones you don't have to take until you go to sleep, but you can rest assured that if you do forget, he'll bring them to you at some point before the day is up.

[love-toxin]

So like…if pushed hard enough to make him stop controlling his urges, what would Kaito be like? How differently would he treat darling? And would he gain his self control back?

so in this case, he would pretty much stop functioning as any form of productive member of society. windows will be shuttered, doors will be locked, laundry and dust will accumulate and he will go full gremlin mode.

it won't be pretty with you either. he'll be angry, fuming so much that he'll be ready to snap at any given moment, and the only thing separating his hands from closing around your throat is the fact that he really can't bear to kill you, at least not while he has some very small semblance of self-control. he honestly might lock you in a closet or the bedroom when he gets really angry just so you're safe (although if he gets to the height of his anger a door won't be enough to stop him) and at night, as long as he's calm enough to try to sleep, he'll cling to you tight and won't let you go until he eventually dozes off. it depends on what's set him off to this point, but this state won't last for more than a week, tops, and he'll be very apologetic once he's over it.

[love-toxin]

Would a darling be able to hold a job with any of your ocs? I'm worried some of the ones that kidnap their darling won't be able to make enough to provide for 2+ people. Like Morgan is a part time worker? In this economy?

It definitely depends on the stage of your relationship, but once you're more comfortable with each other (or stockholm sets in) there's a few that would let you make your own money.

Elias would let you work somewhere close by his office, maybe in one of the stores or the cafe on the same block, or he would most likely let you work in his practice as a secretary or the like. That way you can still make money, and he can come out to check on you every so often to make sure you're exactly where you say you'll be. Jiyu is pretty similar, and would let you work as her stagehand so she can have you close at all times.

Ingrid, Umi, Morgan, and Kaito would all gladly let you work from home on an online store or doing commissions, or doing camwork or selling pictures if you really want to. Ingrid and Kaito would both contribute some of their creations help you along, and Umi would happily collaborate with you on any video you want to shoot or lewd photos you want to take. And Morgan actually gets a pretty sizeable disability payout from the government every month, which supplements his income along with the benefits he already gets from working, since anyone with a disability can get payouts despite whether they're working or not. So you won't have to worry too much about your income if you're not working, but if you do want to do it from home, he'll definitely support you.

Harley would expect you to help him work on the farm, but the benefit is if you do, then he'll give you some pocket money based on how much you do at the end of each week. And if you're well-behaved, he might take you out to the market with him so you can spend it. Ebbi is similar in this sense too, if you go out with him to take photographs to sell yours too, then he'll take them and do it for you to give you the money you earned. But if nobody buys them, he'll just pay for it out of his own wallet and keep your pictures to himself.

There's a possibility you could work as a TA for Adrian's class, if you were very well-adjusted and he knew you would behave yourself, along with being genuinely interested in the material. He'd pull the strings needed so that you can get the money you earned.

Leigh would also be ecstatic if you wanted to work for the church, and he'd find whatever position he could get for you so he can see you whenever he's at work.

And if you're a hybrid and wanted to work in an h-club, both Avi and Mel would allow it but with very tight restrictions. You'll have very few clients with how many rules people have to follow to be around you, but most of the time you'll just end up in either of your lover's laps and earn tips for being so cute and cuddly.

[love-toxin]

KGODKFOROE 😩 yes!! Like dog collars!!!! We would be so sexy

.

Kaito would pull your arm over to place your hand over his collar, just so that when you tug on it it'll leave bruises. And then he can wear them around proudly as if they're hickies--plus, if you let him, he'll do the same to you and pull on your collar to bring you in for an open-mouthed kiss. Matchy!

[love-toxin]

I want matching collars with Kaito. 😔

like dog collars? 😳

[love-toxin]

ahh could you elaborate more on the yanderes with ravenous bloodlust having it either mimicked, asymptomatic, and repressed?

For asymptomatics, like Umi and Leigh, they have the disease passed down genetically but don't experience the severe effects of it to the extent that others would. In both of their cases they've definitely developed some symptoms of the minimal disease type, but they don't have the same lust for blood and the same erratic behaviors of other ravenous people.

In Kaito's case, he does have the urges that ravenous sufferers experience, but because of his upbringing and his social awareness (mostly due to Umi's care and love for him) he's learned to repress them to the point that he can mostly keep them at bay. He's still antisocial by nature, and his calmness can be interrupted by bouts of severe anger if he's pushed enough, but for the most part he can sustain a fairly normal life as long as he works to keep them in check. It's also why he so often has insomnia and stays up late, because the only urges he can't control are the ones in his dreams.

And the mimicked version of the ravenous type is one that perhaps only Tsubasa holds. Because he's an android and can't have something passed down genetically, of course, he wouldn't contract the disorder by birth. But because of his "upbringing" and the influences of his creator, who does have a ravenous bloodlust, he's learned to mimic it as he mimics much of his human behaviors. In his case he could stop himself from mimicking since he doesn't have the urges that ravenous people do, but he just doesn't know much else and does it purely out of habit.

[love-toxin]

Tbh my solution would be to just give Kaito one of my mf tiddies to suck on for him to calm down

I'm not saying that won't work, but I am saying you're gonna have some pretty sore, bruised, and tender titties by the end of that sesh. and he'll probably have tried to fuck them at least once or twice by the time he's calmed down.

[love-toxin]

WAIT when did Harley get a last name? I am intrigued 👀 also that bit you wrote about leigh washing out your mouth with soap hits different, I figured him to be rather tame, but does he have a darker side that he lets out when you've been misbehaving?

recently! i decided to give everyone last names when i was cataloging their info, and doing a bunch of behind the scenes lore development. I'll put them all down below for easy access :p the names in parentheses are the preferred names that some characters go by!

Harley Kunuk | Elias Norwood | Tsung Lý | Seiko Inoue | Yuri Maeda | Kaoru Ooe (Umi) | Charlotte Densie (Ingrid Noire Sain) | Lilith Surrey | Ebbi Hase | Suki Missel | Adrian Luis Moorwell | Chihiro Tsurugi | Morgan Lane | Isabelle Dmitriev | Nina Sojourn | Kaito Ooe | Jiyu Matsuoka | Seóirse Braonáin | Tsubasa Thürsson | Ken Aragaki | Angel Mcbride | Hyun-Jin Kim | Makoi Azumako | Leo Lechance | Mel Mimiya | Noel Apsaras | Viviya Selle (Vivi) | Avi Ming | Leigh Densie (Leigh Delilah) | Aladin Khalid (Thorn Echo Merneith) | Ilya Windwheel

and as for Leigh having a darker side, that's an absolute. he's got a lot of patience, but keep pushing him further and further and he'll bend so hard he has to snap--but he'll be his gentle, careful self, still. he'll just get in real close and talk low and slow, so you can manage to pick up every word and realize just how serious he is. he loves you more than words could ever say, but he won't let you stray on to a path he can't follow--not even if you cry and beg him to leave you alone. sometimes a less-than-divine punishment is just the shove you need to turn in the right direction, he believes.