#kurono doesnt get enough love

[plush-rabbit]

A Bundle of Joy

Warnings: Forced Impregnation, Non-Con

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: They’re both pure trash in this lmao 

You’re still scared of them. Still wary every time they raise a hand too suddenly. You may behave now, but they’re perfectionists through and through. You must be a doll to survive, always smiling, hands perched on your lap, always delicate and small, no matter how tall you try to stand. As much as you hate it, you’ve learned their patterns, seen how they act and how they comfort, the almost primal way that they let their hands roam over your body. Rough hands that seem to take pleasure in how you cry and squeal, unforgiving and striking your body when you aren’t quick enough to say your thanks, to tell them how you love them, how grateful you are that they are here to take care of you. 

Overhaul will come in, his hands covered in those sickening gloves, the black mask soon replaced by the plague-like one, the curved beak with gold. He had learned early on that you feared him more when he wore the more ornate mask, how you cowered and never took your eyes off of him when he walked in the room. He found himself loving how you watched when his hands, the way he would peel a glove off before touching your body, how his palm would sting when he would smack you, how you’d fall and clutch the side of your face, tears already streaming, how the harsh sting of his hand would counter the tender moment when he held your face in his hands, soft fingertips that would trace over the sore spot. He would grow sick of you relatively quick. He tells you he loves you, he holds you by the face, manicured nails pressed into the soft fat of your cheeks, digging until you’re whimpering from the pain, daring to hold onto his hands, trying to pry him off of you until he slaps you again. It’s the one time you’ll ever see Overhaul so ugly, so hideous and undeserving, pupils dilated, face flushed and a curl on his top lip, teeth white and pristine, marking your body, hands that pinch and twist, and while you cry and beg for him to stop, he’ll yell obscenities at you. He’ll tell you how you deserve it all, how you want to be hit by him, that that must be why you touch him, why your cunt always tightens around his cock, how he can feel your arousal drip onto him, the way you cry and cling to him, how no matter the amount of times that he hits you, how he leaves you bruised and whimpering, you always seem to react to his touch, cunt leaking and lips meshing against his, hands curved around his neck as you hold him close, rolling your hips as he stills, playing a sick game where he makes you chase your own high as he fills you with his seed.

Chronostasis is much different than him, but similar all at once. A different side to the same coin. He’s softer around you, almost as loving as an actual partner, doting and cared for, pulling you close to his chest once Overhaul has ridden himself of the “filthy desires that he has”, cared for and letting his hands soothe over the parts where Overhaul went too far, letting you cry on him, sobbing until you can’t speak, until you can’t deny him when his fingers start to pump at your abused sex, letting the still warm seed slide out and dirty your thighs. He shushes you, holds you until he carries you onto his lap, fucks you as you cry, holds you tight and tells you only pleasant things, he calls you pretty, presses his lips against your neck and massages your breasts. Chronostasis is nothing but soft with you as he does a cruel action to you. He will hold you, press himself close to you, rock his hips into yours, kiss at your wet lips, kiss away the tears, and he welcomes you when you touch him, forces you to hold him, and leave your mark against him. He wants nothing more than to fill you with his seed, to hold you and make sure it’s nestled deep in your womb, as you lie spent on him, too exhausted to move further than you can.

They hold you with a chain, a collar around your neck and you wait for your command. You don’t want to be hurt, you don’t want the sick twisted feeling where you want their touch but are far too repulsed by it. You tried for far too long, pushing them away and while they promised they would give you whatever you asked for, hand you all the riches and wants you could ever dream of, they never promised they would hurt you. So they wait, wait until you’re far too lonely, until you’re talking to yourself and banging on the door, scratching until your hands are bloodied and apologizing, telling them you didn’t mean to be shrewd, you miss them, you’ll always miss them. You’re a good little doll. You’re easy to fix, warm and pleasant, wrapped in blankets while hands circle your clit and pump into your cunt.

You don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be with them but they provide the only happiness you can ever have. Until they come into the room, masks removed, gloves off, dressed in something casual, and you watch, clinging to a pillow like a scared child and you don’t want to be hit. 

“Hi, Kai-kun. Hello, Hari-kun.” Your heart races in your chest, your hands curling over the pillow and you’re terrified. “It’s early, isn’t it? Is there something that you need?” You hope there isn’t. You hope they’ve gone back to their daily check-ups- as annoying as it was, being watched and supervised like a child, you don’t want them here for another reason. If they’re both here, nothing good can come out of it.

“You’ve been rather tense lately.” Kai speaks first, walking towards you and his eyes are on everything else but you. “Perhaps, we haven’t let you have as much freedom as you deserve. And for that, I-” a cleared throat makes him revisit his words- “we apologize.” You stare at Overhaul and turn to Chronostasis whose corners of his lips twitch into a small smile. “We both decided to-” Overhaul waves an ungloved hand in the air and he gives you a bored look- “give you a present.”

You choose to look at Chronostasis. “A present?” 

His smile stretches and he’s quick to sit beside you, holding your hand in his. He tilts his head, false kindness in his eyes and a foreign hand reaches to touch your cheek, stretching past the corner of your eye to hold you and it’s Overhaul’s. It’s tender and much different than what you’re used to with him.

“Do you remember when you ran your mouth?” The kindness twists into something much harsher, much more poisonous than what you can handle. “When you yelled and hit me in my chest? When Overhaul had to quiet that dirty, little mouth of yours?” He nods his head and another hand holds your face, forcing you to nod along. “Well, we decided that you had grown past the need for the little temper tantrums.” His eyes glance behind you. “We thought that if you had something to take care of, you would go back to the sweet, little thing that we had rescued all those nights ago.”

“I-” your mouth goes dry and you’re unable to breath- “I don’t understand.”

Your hand falls onto Chronostasis’s lap. “We’ve decided that motherhood would look quite lovely on you.”

Your eyes go wide and color drains from your face. Refusal is on your lips, you’re shaking your head and you're interrupted when lips brush against your ear, a chill running down your spine. “I don’t really care whose child it is that you carry.” Overhaul is quick to pin you down, to run a hand down your body, clothes shredded and spilled onto the bed, swept away with a hand. He’s quick to come above you, holding you and pinning you to the bed, bare body against his clothed one, a hand that cups your heat immediately, fingers entering you and you’re quick to cry as the rough feeling is sharp throughout your body. “Do you know why I don’t care?” His lips are on yours and his fingers curl inside of you. “Because you'll be having another right after.” 

Hands leave and you’re able to move until you’re pressed down again, a bare body now against you, an erection poking against your thigh, dribbling with arousal as lips capture yours. Chronostasis is above you, his hair pricking at you, and you freeze, limbs stiff as he sits back admiring your flushed body. 

“I think motherhood would suit you nicely. Breasts full of milk, a round belly with one of our own. And not to mention the hormones. You’ll be so needy, sensitive and begging for us to fill you back up.” His lips are wet, stormy eyes that darken with a storm, a crazed smile on him, and he ruts against your heat, slipping between your folds but never entering you. “I don’t think you could ever rid yourself of me afterwards- always buried deep inside as I nurse from your teats.” As if to prove a point, his lips wrap around your breasts, cheeks hollowing and he’s ruthless, suckling as if milk would suddenly appear. You knit your hands to his hair, trying to pull him off of you, already growing slick on his he flicks his tongue.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Kurono.” Add with just a simple touch, he’s off of you, breast left slicked with his spit, replaced by Overhaul touching at the pebbled bud, dragging a finger between the valley of your breasts roughly, erasing traces of any spittle from him. “I’m much more fond of how more motherly you’re sure to become. Much more domestic, doting after the child, nestled on your lap, how you’ll cling and beg for us to take care of you after labor.” His words are sweet, but the tone is sickly, the smile thin and stretched into a caricature of a grin. “You’re going to look radiant with our child.” He pecks at the tip of your nose and with a final plea for him to stop, he enters you.

It hurts. He enters and he’s unforgiving, he presses himself deep inside of you, stretching you, your entrance burning as you lay on the bed, still and aware of all that is going on. A monster of hands that roam your body, feeding and clawing, squeezing at your breasts, rubbing the pert nipples between pinched fingers, until you’re crying and whimpering. Lips that attach to yours, muffling any cries, a hand the cups your belly, hands curving over the swell of it, and there’s an awful thought to the future at how round you’ll be, full of their child, full of children that you’ll have, any traces of abandonment, of freedom gone and you’ll be forced to care for their children, to love and pamper them while they hold you hostage. Your breathing is quick, rapid and your chest heaves. Bile rises and you want to claw at your throat, to let the blood shed before something much worse is spilled. You panic and you want to die and slowly your fingers begin to twitch but just as soon as they do, your hands are pinned above you.

“You’re either going to say our names,” Chronostasis starts, “or you go back to being still. And I know how much you hate that feeling.” A hand retracts from your pinned wrists, and glides down your curved body, moving past the swells of your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake until it settles on your clit, rubbing slowly around the pearl. “The powerless feeling, to not even move during it. I know how much you hate it. So be a good girl and say your thanks.”

“Thank you,” you have to swallow the poison on your lips, “Kai-kun.” The words are nothing but acidic on your tongue and you hate the feeling. You hate the sick game that they play. You wish for nothing more than to have never met them. You hate how they wish and want for you, how they touch you at their leisure, to kiss at your skin until you're bruised and marked. Your clit is pinched and despite the sharp yelp, you can feel yourself grow slick. “Please Kai,” you don’t know what you beg for, but you are aware how much he likes to feel in control, to have you in the palm of his hand. “Be gentle.” You hate how full you feel, the thick cock that’s inside, fucking you only for his pleasure, how ruthless he is, how his eyes, a beautiful gold that shines under the sun is tainted and marked by something ugly and twisted. “Don’t-” you squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to buck your hips to meet his- “let the baby be conceived from something so foul.” Perhaps that’s the way to him, to let him think of the act as filth. 

He laughs and you hate how it sounds. The sweet, rich laugh that you longed to hear years ago, how you would stare in awe at how radiant he was. But now, it’s comforting and sickening and you wish to cover your ears. He leans close to you and how breath is cool and smells like mint. “As long as I show you care afterwards, that’s all that matters. Plus, it feels good knowing how tight you clench at how ruthless I am. The way your cunt throbs and pulses, aroused by a sheer pumping. You were wet long before Kurono started to play at the clit of yours. Trust me, you'll enjoy this by the time I’m done. You’ll be creaming and begging for more, filled with our semen, finger-fucking yourself as we watch. You’ll hump us yourself as you wish for more of us.” His lips are on yours. “You can tell yourself how you hate this, but quite frankly, when we have tried to be nice to you before, you could never make yourself reach your orgasm. But it doesn’t matter if you climax or not.” His face scrunches and his thrusts grow harsher, pushing deep into you, slower movements and he’s already close. “All that matters is that you bear our child.” Hands flick at your clit, and Kai buries his head into your shoulder, shuddering and moans fills the room. They’re sweet, pretty and high, gasping for breath, chanting your name and curving a hand over your stomach and he’s still, his semen kept inside of you, hot and wanting, seeking inside of you. Everything about Kai is beautiful, a god among people, eyes that gleam and hold treasure, his moans a song to be praised and revered, and you whine, your hands finally free as your cover your mouth and try to match him and his song, muffled and loved, his hips moving once more, a lewd clicking noise, as he helps you reach your own climax, his words always a threat and always one to take seriously but always caring that you enjoy your time with him lest you truly begin to resent him and when you orgasm, you call his name and wrap your arms around him, bringing him close to your naked chest, crying until he’s pulling away and his seed drips until you’re filled by Hari.

Much softer and much more giddy about what your pregnancy could mean. He’s quick to enter you, to stuff you back with leaking ejaculates, as he’s quick to move, ignoring how sensitive you are. Your mewls and teary-eyed look doing nothing but add onto how helpless and coveted you are. He moves inside of you and he kisses your lips. 

“You’re so warm and wet,” he mumbles against you, lips brushing and true to Kai’s word, you’re needy, grabbing his face and kissing him, a hand slipping between the two bodies to rub at your throbbing clit, aching and heavy, the knot in your belly quickly forming and you want to be filled again. “So eager.” You can feel the knowing smile on your lips and you can feel the shared glances between the men. A hand pets at the top of your head. You are nothing but obedient right now. “A filthy, little whore, ready to be bred like the swine that she is.” His words are cruel but it fuels the fire in you. “Isn’t that right? Humping me yourself when you’ve already been filled by Overhaul.” A hand grabs at your breast painfully, nails imbedding into the soft fat, the pebbled nipple pressing into the palm. You pant under him, eyes growing hazy and your hand slowing it’s momentum, you call his name under your breath, begging for more. “Panting like a whore. So hungry for cock but wishing to starve yourself before you would even admit it.” A hand cradles your face and a thumb lays flat on your tongue. You close your mouth and your tongue swirls around the digit, eyes slowly closing. “The mother of our child is going to be nothing more than a cock-hungry slut.” And with those words, his thrusts grow sloppy, skin smacking skin as he reaches his high, filling you once more with seed, never once stilling and with a harsh kiss against your lips, you reach your own climax. Hari bites your bottom lip and you look at him with a pitiful look and his moans are breathy, panting under his breath, deep and guttural, monstrous as gray eyes that hold a storm stare into yours. 

Between your moans, you tell him your praise. “Thank you Hari,” you cry. “Thank you,” you repeat like a mantra, saying it as if it’s the only thing keeping you sane. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

He pulls away and you can feel the seed leak out. Hands are quick to grab your ankles and hold your legs up. Your belly swells, filled with nothing but creamy discharge, warm and holding life, something so deprived and horrendous that you wish to focus on nothing but hazy after-feelings, curving a hand over your belly and true to Kai’s words, fingers entering your abused cunt and pushing the semen further into you, a mixture of their names on your tongue as mouths cover your breasts.

[mrskurono]

I- AHHH KIDS PLEASEE, I feel like both Joker and Victor would be amazing parents. Joker would definitely teach him to defend themselves and take care of there siblings if any and Victor would 100% wanna teach him anything and just turn them into the most curious lil babies. And im just full of cuddles and love and my babies just would have the best dads. And i would try to be the best momma ever 🥺

I fell like Joker would constantly be rough housing with him and probably spoil them so much cause he didnt get it as a child and when even he says his doesnt believe “everyone is different which makes them special, i never believe none of that.” He does a 180 and tells them that everyday. I jsut would love to see Joker with a baby carrier on his chest, sunglasses and like the diaper bag and some single women hitting on him and just pulls victor and myself over and shows the rings on our hands “we’re married and this is her baby.”

Victor, oh my god is he a nervous wreck with a new born so many books trying to find the best of the best to take care of his baby/babies and only when he first hears the baby cooing in his arms does he relax and see the the whole world in his arms. Victor with a like baby sling, while working or on the phone and hes bouncing the baby or walking back and for with them with a bottle or toy, my heart would melt. He will home school the kid/s till he realizes they need friends and Joker and me have to push hin out to school and hold victor down cause doesnt wanna let his baby go.

Ahhhhhh. So much word vomit ahh sorry hope you enjoyyyy!! And hope you are doing well i have some ask lock and ready when you are feeling better, much love!

The sunglasses and baby carrier have me screaming.

Man of the shadows who? Not Joker. Nope he gotta go pick up that extra set of diapers bc the coupon says buy one get one half off. Trips to Target? You mean redecorating the kids entire room. Swears up and down they aren't spoiled. But he has the means to give all the things he didn't have to his kiddos so why wouldn't he?? Joker oozes both protective dad vibes while also maintaining just enough of that "crazy, still kinda childish" vibe that most often results in wrestling matches on the floor and crab walk races. And in terms of the presents, Joker is sooooo that parent that's like "alright, you turned 13 you know what that means." and everyone's like puberty talk?? and he just shakes his head "Nope, YOUR FIRST KNIFE" and just straight up whips out a pocket knife as a gift 😂

Viktor is the king of over doing the prep. Man has three books alone on teething all written by different people. While being the most observant parents also comes with the title of most worried parent. Like if you guys just have one? He's a nervous wreck at every milestone. The second one, he mellows out a tiny lil bit. And then anything from the second on Joker finally takes a big glass of wine and calls it good if they're not dead at the end of the day 😂 Joker and all those like, grossology books and putty/slime making books, if it's got a form of experiment on it. Bet your ass Joker has it wrapped and under that tree. He likes to inspire a thirst for knowledge in his kids buuuut he might also wanna make slime volcanos too 😂

Lets see Kurono...I mean biologically, he gets one. But lets be honest I end up with Nataku too so yay me and two kids! I still laugh at the idea that outwardly he's "the grinch" but inwardly he's making sure everything on the traditions list is getting crossed off. Kids decorating cookies, tree where it's supposed to be and presents written with only the best forged Santa signature. Part of me belives he impulse buys toys too like...he lowkey wants to play with them too soooo just pop it in the cart and put it under the tree so he can play with the kids too 😂

Send me your self ship family/holiday headcanons!

[thedouchebrigadesympathizer]

Of the villians who do you think is capable of a healthy relationship with a normal person who just needs to be kinda morally gray since they're, yknow, villians and who's a complete trainwreck who you should not touch w a ten foot pole if you're susceptible to unhealthy relationships?

Hiya Anon. Look at the can of worms you’ve just unleashed!

We’re going to look at this from a “Who do you want to have a serious, bordering the possibility of marriage and life long companionship with” point of view, alright?

 None of The Eight Precepts will separate themselves from work enough to let you be morally gray. If you’re dating a yakuza member, you best bet you will eventually be asked to do things you might not wanna do, thats just a fact. 

Yakuza wives (and girlfriends sometimes) are held to most of the same traditional values of their husbands or s/o. You do not lie you the yakuza family you’re apart of, you do not cheat or steal from them, and above all, if you are asked to preform a task, you will surely be expected to do so. It’s not often you’ll be pulled to the side and asked to do things though, but there will always be a looming expectation that if the time comes, you’ll do as you are told.

Therefore, non of these boys (Even my dear Toya, even Kurono) are credible men for the position of a healthy relationship.

Looking into the League now and uh…

Weighing your options here, I’m going to go with Dabi. (Shocker)

Dabi, like i’ve written before, will love you if you give him the chance. There are some layers you have to get past, but you’ll go from his friend, to his best friend, to his lover, and then (maybe?) wife. He will protect you as much as he can from the life he lives, because he knows it isnt for everyone. Dabi is not morally gray. He knows what he wants, where his compass points. He can understand not wanting to follow him down that path (even if he might be a little offended at first) and will allow you to make your own opinions because he knows he doesnt own you. You are free to do as you please.

So, Dabi, best option for villain boyfriend.

Now if we could just return back to the Eight Precepts I can kindly point out who you should avoid and its cHISAKI. AVOID CHISAKI, OH MY GOD, DEAR FUCKING CHRIST, HE’S HOT, I UNDERSTAND, BUT IF YOU WANNA NOT DIE OR SUFFER GREATLY, AVOID THE BIRD MAN.

Why? WHY YOU ASK?

Chisaki is as toxic as toxic gets. If he catches the slightest hint of weakness from you, he will exploit it. He doesnt want a weak partner. He doesnt want a slave. But, if he can turn you into one, he will because he’s just a controlling and obsessive kind of guy. Of course, once you run bare of entertainment and use for him he will toss you aside without a second thought. Before that though, he would have strung you along down a very seemingly romantic and personalized route that involves false praise and well rounded emotional abuse.

Avoid Chisaki. Get yourself a Dabi.

Yet again, I want to say, I LOVE CHISAKI. I do! He is my second favorite villain! But wow. WOW. He would wreck me. He would wreck almost anyone, and that, my friends, is fucking terrifying.