#kurono hari x you

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XXX. - CLAUSTROPHILIA

cw: Claustrophilia, Tight Spaces, Pining, Forbidden Romance, Reader is Related to Overhaul, Mentions of Violence / Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Fem! Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: I wasn't going to write for Kurono whenever I first started making my Kinktober list, but this came to me in a vision, and I realized it would be good. I hope that you enjoy! I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1k words.

Hari shouldn’t be here. 

It’s dark, cramped, and it smells odd. It’s lemon, but it’s disinfectant, like a hospital room of a dying patient. If he moves wrong, he accidentally bumps into coats or a few boxes, maybe, he’s unsure of what’s in here. That’s not really his main focus though. All Hari can focus on is the ladyfingers drumming against his sternum, tracing across the seam of his lab coat. If he focused on it hard enough, Hari swears he could feel the heat emanating from their pads. 

“Please, Hari. I don’t want to leave here.” 

Your voice is barely louder than a whisper, hissing snakes slithering through the underbrush, scales glistening under bright moonlight. Hari swallows, he thinks, and he tries not to falter despite the way your fingers find a path to the hem of his hood. There’s something distinctly tired in your voice. 

“You have to.” 

A gasp of air tickles the shells of his ears, and he knows you’ve started crying. They’re soft tears that barely breach the surface, but Hari knows they’re there. Your breathing grows, little whimpers behind curled and glued lips. It’s almost enough to thaw his heart, but the frostbite shivers within his joints. Hari isn’t supposed to feel this way. The gang matters more. Kai matters more than this. His loyalty is interwoven with the Shie Hassaikai’s destiny. And yet, buried deep within that spiraling universe, is you. 

“Just a little bit longer then? I’m not ready.” 

Kai’s waiting, seeking you. Hari was supposed to locate you, but it landed him in a chase that locked him in with you, face to face, in this closet. You’d been trying to hide from Kai, and you had gotten so close to slipping away. Hari almost missed you, but you noticed him. It was sheer luck for him and utter destruction for you that he happened to be standing between the only exit and your fatigued form. His hands felt like hellfire, like they were being flayed alive, and he wonders how often your skin reflects those burns. You never really said no, never really fought back. Your loyalty to Kai rivaled his, but Hari supposes every human has a threshold they can handle before they crack. And he wonders if hundreds of days being sliced open and shaved clean for your flesh was truly your limit. 

Did you ever expect this would be your destiny whenever you were saved by the Boss as a child? 

Did you always feel that dread? 

Hari wonders if he should be just as loyal to you as he is to Kai, but Kai was your hero too. It only felt right to stand by your side behind Kai. And, even though it makes a pinion pinch the depths of his chest, tentacles coiling and flaring out, suctioning deep, Hari can’t help but wonder if he should have stretched and laced his hand to yours to form a protective backdrop for Kai. But your fate was always different from Hari’s. You were always untouchable, on another hierarchy above Hari, but still underneath Kai, underneath your brother. Hari’s cold. He’s unforgiving, unbending. But he wonders if you need someone other than Kai’s distant and calculating words—the way he’s so weird to you, with you, but Hari gets this sense of a grinding spark, something rivaling that cold. You would never be his, but he’s yours as much as he is Kai’s. So maybe, maybe that’s why he splinters. 

“A little while longer. You know that Kai’s going to get frustrated and come looking for us soon.” 

You sigh, and it’s relieved, curtained by acceptance, and the hand on Hari’s hood flits up. Fingers dance across his jawline, and he clenches. Hari knows he should push you away, but would this make things better for you? Would it help you cooperate? Hari feels years of staring at your fleeting form, watching you disappear into the darkness with your brother. Has he always felt like this? Has there always been something in him that flipped upside down whenever he thought about your glittery eyes? He doesn't know. Maybe. Maybe not. Hari doesn’t think about things like that because it made his head throb, made everything in him throb, and he knows you’ve always been too kind to him. Too kind to everyone. 

You must feel the same way about him. 

Maybe he’s not special. He’ll never compare to Kai, but maybe you don’t want that. And whenever your hand shifts, thumb tracing underneath the button of his nose, Hari can’t help but part his lips so he can let you in. You must feel it against the heel of your palm because you dip your thumb in, tracing the canyon below, and Hari opens his mouth a little wider so you can push further. Everything in him twists, the fires against his hands now conflagrations that consume him, and his back starts to relax against the wall. Your thumb isn’t as salty as he expected, no, it’s ivory. Clean. He should have expected that. Hari sucks it in more, and he’s purposefully rolling your thumb over the flat of his tongue. He doesn’t understand what you’re doing, doesn’t understand why he’s doing it either, but his heart is beating so fast and Hari thinks that maybe he understands why you don’t want to leave here. 

It’s dark, and the combined rhythm of your bodies makes it toasty warm, and Hari feels like he’s about to start floating on a cloud. It’s mystical in here, or it’s getting there, and Hari thinks about what’s going to happen to you once that door opens. There’s a twinge of guilt in his throat, he swallows thickly, heavy saliva, but it’s not enough to prevent your fate. Kai comes first. Always. You know that, Hari knows that. But his hand is still reaching for yours, that blurry child, and he can see those bright and wide eyes twinkle at him before things changed. Everything winks out into a fuzzy white, and Hari stands before you, staring at you, and he can see a looming figure not too far off behind you, but you don’t stop smiling. 

Was Hari ever special to you? 

He can’t help the inkling of desire. He’s gone, and both of his hands twitch before he quickly cups your face within his hold, and you pause. Everything pauses, that scalpel shining under fluorescence, and Hari draws you closer so he can kiss you. 

And he’ll hold your hand the next time Kai splits your body. 

[angie-starz]

If i dropped the chronozawa lovechild that's lived in my head rent free for two years now, would anyone be interested??

[i-cant-sing]

‘Missing yandere President Kai x first lady asks, so send some’

Hear me out, yandere President kai goes missing.. We all know first lady’s exact location would be found in 10 minutes but no one really cares about kai that much so he’s in someone’s basement for a bit but what happens to the first lady? Does she become president, sent to an underground bunker to be kept safe because if the president can go missing she could too, Does AFO slide into her dm’s ‘hey ur husband went missing, need any comfort?’ or does someone snatch the country?

Of course!!! The moment news of Kai's kidnapping reaches the secret service, they are immediately dragging you and the teletubbies down to an underground safehouse, locking down the entire Presidential House and delay telling you about the kidnapping for as long as possible.

Oh and by the way, you're still very pregnant, and when you finally snap at them to tell you what the hell is going on, they sit you down on the big table with all the generals and higher officials and tell you-

"Madam, the President has been kidnapped." The head of Kai's security tells you.

"What? What do you mean kidnapped? Where is he?!" You ask all of them.

Kai's chief of Staff, Hari Kurono cleared his throat as he showed you the footage of his car. "The president had left in his car last night alone, without his security detail. He turned around this corner and that's where he found his car. The security footage around this corner has been erased and there are currently no leads on who has taken him or where."

"How could you have let him go alone? He's the president for fuck's sake, he has enemies!"

"He insisted, madam. We advised him strong ly against it, but he said that he ordered us not to follow him."

"Why did he leave? Did he say where he was going?"

Hari shook his head. "He didn't say much, just that he had some business to handle and that he needed to do it alone. He- he looked distressed and he left in a hurry."

You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands before looking back at them. "Alright, okay. Okay, let's deal with this. What are our options right now? Has the kidnapper contacted us?"

"No, madam. We have been looking at all suspected individuals, our Intel is currently searching for potential enemies in neighbouring countries, but we have no leads. We are trying to keep this news from tye public for as long as possible but we don't have much time left until media breaks this news. So now we have to- we have to think of our next step in case..."

The room fell silent as they all hesitated to meet your eyes.

"What? What is it?"

Hari cleared his throat. "Madam, if President Kai is not found in the next 48 hours, we will have to appoint another president- temporarily until the situation is handled."

You narrowed your eyes. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Are they going to give up on Kai that easily? After all he's done for his party? They're gonna betray him?

"And I suppose you already have a candidate in mind?" He nodded. "Well, go on. Who is it?"

"You, ma'am."

Wait what?

"What?" You whispered.

The attorney general decided to speak this time. "We think you're the best candidate for the job, ma'am. We are trying our best to locate Mr President, but we need to consider all our options if things do go south."

"The country cant run without a president, maam. You would be perfect for the job- the party agrees, the public already loves you, and whatever concerns you have about your job, well help you! All of us!" Miruko, your publicist offered.

"I see." You pursed your lips. "Is that all?"

You took their silence as an answer.

"So... you're telling me that the best plan you've come up so far is to replace my husband with me?" Your voice barely conceal your rage, and you slammed your hand on the mahogany table.

"HAVE YOU ALL LOST YOUR MINDS?!" You yelled.

"Ma'am-"

"No, shut up!" You barked. "It was your job to protect him! And now that you can't find him, you want me to just sit in his fucking chair and act like everything is normal because you guys fucked up?!"

You stood up, groaning as you suppoted your belly from under. "Here's what's gonna happen. There will be no talk of a new president until you find my husband, dead or alive, but you will find him. I don't care what you have to do, what rules you have to break, you will find him. Look under the sewers, check every suspicious building, search every corner of this country, but FIND. MY. HUSBAND!" You shrieked, hunching over as you felt your baby kick.

Miruko and Hari came close to you but you held up a hand. "Ma'am, let us help-"

"If you really want to help me, find Kai. Do I make myself clear?" You questioned.

-

You were sitting on the couch, rubbing your belly as you tried to calm down your baby... and yourself.

You were still livid at the proposal of the team. How could they just- how could they give up on Kai like that? And then expect you to take his place?

If it were you who was kidnapped, would they have offered Kai to get a new wife because their is now a vacancy for First Lady?

You closed your eyes and sighed. Kai would've never allowed them to give up on you like that. In fact, that one time that you were kidnapped by a deranged fan, Kai worked day and night, turned the whole country upside down until you were found. He didn't care about his image, he didn't care that he would look "weak" for caring about you, he didn't care when he advised against making threats to all his enemies to find you, and he did not listen to anyone when he went down to meet your kidnapper himself and beat the shit out of him to find you.

Kai found you within 18 hours.

"Mom?" You opened your eyes and saw your triplets standing by the door looking worried.

"Hey, my babies. Come here." You beckoned them. They ran upto you, hugging your lap. "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?" Dabi asked. You nodded. "Mmhmm, your sibling is just excited to meet you guys. They're jumping up and down inside me."

"Where's dad?" Himiko asked. "He's... out, baby. But he's gonna be back soon." You patted their heads. "Its time for bed. Do you guys wanna sleep with mama tonight?" They all cheered.

-

"What's the update, Hari?" And you already knew the answer from the grim look on his face.

"We haven't been able to locate Mr President. I'm sorry, ma'am."

You pinched the nose of your bride. It's been 3 days. 3 fucking days since Kai has been kidnapped.

"Did the kidnappers contact us?" He shook his head.

"What if I talked to the kidnappers?" You offered.

Hari gave you a quizzical look. "Um- what do you mean?"

"What if we broadcast me talking to the kidnappers directly? I ask them what their demands are, tell them to return my husband?"

He shook his head. "Ma'am, I would highly advise you against that. You can't be talking to the kidnappers, we can't negotiate with them. It's not sensible to do that-"

"They could kill him, Hari. Nothing about this situation is sensible."

Hari sighed. "Okay, how about this? We can do a broadcast from the Presidential office on your behalf, instead of you-"

"No" You cut him off. "It has to be from me. Don't you get it? They won't respond unless it's from me directly. And who knows, maybe someone else has seen these kidnappers, maybe they can give us some leads to their whereabouts. Someone must've seen them, Hari. It's just not- it's not possible for a man to to vanish into thin air!"

"Ma'am I-"

"Ma'am?" Rumi walked in. "There's a phone call for you."

-

You picked up your cell. "Hello?"

"Hello, darling." You immeadiately recognised the voice.

AFO. Or Shigaraki.

"What do you want?"

"Aww, is someone having a bad day? Well, you could always come to my place for a good ti-" He stopped when he heard you sob. "Y/n? What's wrong? Come on, tell me."

You sobbed again. "Kai... he's been kidnapped." You whispered into the phone. "He's been missing for 3 days. They can't find him anywhere, they don't even know who took him. It's like- he dropped off the face of the Earth."

"Oh darling, it's- everything will be okay. I'm sure Kai is alright. He'll turn up-"

"He's the president, AFO! He can't just go missing and turn up like this! He's in trouble and I can't- they want me to replace him as the president but im still pregnant and the kids keep on asking me about him and I keep lying to them but- I can't do it- I can't! Not without him!"You broke down and it broke his heart to see you cry like this, especially over that piece of shit you call your husband.

"Okay, Y/n. Calm down, come on. Its not good for your baby. Take deep breaths- just like that." He guided you with your breathing so that you dont have a panic attack, which is totally not safe in your condition.

"Shigaraki?" You sniffled.

"Yes, darling?"

"I know its a big favour to ask..." "Go on." "... can you... can you find Kai? Please, I just- I need to see him. I need him here!"

"Y/n-" "Please, Shigaraki. I'll do anything you ask, just find Kai!"

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

"Okay. I'll find him."

-

AFO already knew where Kai was. In fact, he was indirectly helping the kidnapper, who was actually another deranged fan of yours, by covering up his tracks. AFO made sure that someone wiped the camera tapes clean. The fan kidnapped Kai because apparently he had some information on how Kai was a threat to you. And anyone who wants to hurt you... well, AFO would like to take care of it before anything ever happens.

He didnt plan on interferring with the hostage situation this early on, actually he didnt even plan on saving Kai at all, but you asked him to... and AFO would always give you whatever you ask.

Besides saving Kai himself would actually be killing two birds with one stone- he would be on your good side and Kai will owe him one too.

So within 3 hours, AFO had sent his men to take out your kidnapper and return Kai to you in one piece, minus the few minor injuries. And concussion.

But the universe must've felt extra benevolent that day because his men brought him a document that made AFO feel like he just hit the jackpot.

Its the document containing the legal paperwork with the "added" clause about how every penny gives you, spends on you and your kids, you will have to return him back with a huge amount of interest in order for you to divorce him at the end of his term. And since you're not even aware of this clause, you would be in his debt and thus, unable to divorce him.

The kidnapper was someone who worked for you, and he must've found these documents, and felt betrayed on your behalf. He must've been concerned for your safety, so he used them to blackmail Kai and get rid of him for good.

AFO chuckled as he made a copy of the document. Should he show them to you when you come to visit, or should he first use them to toy with Kai a little?

Nevertheless, AFO has a feeling he will have you back in his arms sooner than he expected.

[hitohiro-fnf]

Headcanon: Kurono Hari x Pregnant! Reader.

It's my first post, I'll accept friendly suggestions and corrections, at least the ones that sound friendly to me because I'm a crybaby (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

English is not my native language.

Hari finds out about the pregnancy

• You knew how it had happened, and it was obvious, but what you didn't know was when it happened. After all, Chronostasis and you always looked out for each other.

• Or that was what you two believed until those two red lines appeared.

• You were nervous because you didn't know how to tell him, you were afraid of how he would react, apart from the fact that he and you hardly interact since he was always busy with his "boss"

• You felt stupid for being jealous of Chisaki Kai, even though he was a man and straight... Is he?

• At that, the sound of the door of the Department being opened put you on alert, and even more so when you heard the monotonous voice of Hari who left his coat on the porch that was next to the door. The only thing you thought was "I'm screwed" and you were.

"__ Is something wrong?" He asked from the other side of the bathroom door. You nervously answered positively, while trying to hide any trace of the pregnancy, but it was too late when he opened the door noticing how you were in the bathtub trying to open the small window that looked out, and in his hands a pregnancy test.

• «Shit» you thought when you noticed that you had forgotten to put the lock on the door.

• Hari quickly walked towards his wife, while she continued trying to open the window, and when he least expected it, surprise! The pregnancy test was snatched from your hands and now an albino boy looked in a trance at that object processing the information.

"Windows error" You said after a few minutes in a tense silence that you tried to soften with that small comment, something that made Kurono react and start to frown.

"Honey?"

"Are you...?" He didn't complete the sentence due to your small sobs.

• He hugs you tightly trying to show support, and calm you down. Despite not proving to be the best husband, he still loved you even though he wouldn't prove it either. When you calm down and he's wiping your nose, he'll wait for you to tell him something, but what did he want you to say? He already saw what he wanted to hide.

"When?"

"I don't know, since Monday I've been feeling bad and I haven't been able to go to my online classes..."

"Thank God" she was grateful when she heard about the lack of your classes, since despite having married young, she wanted to continue with her university studies even though she had to do them at home at the request of her husband and, currently, Overhaul's right hand man.

"I think they won't accept my classes anymore if I keep missing them."

"I don't see the problem, you'll have my son, that's more important than those stupid classes."

"... It's my future, Hari!"

"Now it's time to take care of our son."

• You were going to argue with her, but with the unfriendly face of her husband, you lost the desire to start imagining a fight where he lost and you won with some good arguments. Although that wasn't satisfactory if it didn't happen in real life.

Five months later

• Even though your belly was a bit swollen due to the growth of that son or daughter of yours inside you, you couldn't go outside. You were being watched by Hari, even though you weren't at home, and every time you went out you would run into one of your coworkers by chance. By chance! It's not like they're following you, no, of course not.

• Even though you found an excuse to go outside and not have an interrogation at night, it was difficult. Because every time you eat almost the entire contents of the refrigerator and furniture, if not everything, the next morning there are new foodstuffs, even things you never thought existed, like a square watermelon or peanut butter-flavored cereal.

"When are we going to see the baby?"

• That was your greatest wish, that both of you go to the hospital for an x-ray to see the baby and at least know the sex or how many there were going to be. You already imagined that because you didn't know, you would be in a room with doctors for ten hours at the time of delivery to have more than one baby and get home, taking into account that you only have one crib. God! You needed to know to at least prepare yourself mentally and not be afraid of feeling more than one creature coming out of your vagina.

• So you told your husband to go to hell, without him telling him, and he left his apartment with his bag to the hospital since he asked one of his ex-colleagues, who is a doctor, to make an appointment so that he could know the sex of the baby as well as the number.

• What you didn't expect was that your husband would be in the office waiting for you, since he was lucky to ask his boss for permission to go out to resolve some personal matters, who reluctantly accepted.

• Now you were on that stretcher with the cold gel on your swollen, not to say fat, belly, while your husband's cold gaze was on you.

"Congratulations! You're having twins." The doctor said, congratulating both first-time parents.

• And... Did you hear that? That was you having a crisis, but hey! You'll have a nice family with the person you love, it's not that bad.

Nine months

• How fast time goes by, your belly is bigger and your hormones are raging. There is not a moment when you don't bother Hari in the middle of the night to ask him for a strange food mix. The poor guy sometimes, most of the time, stays at Yakuza to get a break from you, although there he is not safe with the anti-germ boy either.

• Luckily, the night your water broke was right at the time Chronostasis got up to go to work, so what do you think Chronostasis? More work!

• They had to go to the hospital, where luckily no one suspected their identity and they continued with their lives.

• Inside the delivery room, you were giving all your strength while Chronos watched from afar as you gave birth to his first child. Why was he far away and not next to you? Easy, he didn't want you to break his hand and he thought you could do it alone since, according to him, you were a strong woman.

• After eight arduous hours where your throat began to hurt from so much screaming, and Chronos who left for five hours at work, you were able to finish the labor and observe with tears in your eyes those two little ones who made you suffer like never before.

"You are a pain in the vagina" You said to both babies, who are breastfeeding from your breasts full of milk.

• Chronos watched from a corner at his children and his wife, thinking about how beautiful you were and that you will no longer have online classes and you will depend on Him, although if you try to leave being financially stable, he will have the children to keep you with him even though he does not like it very much since he wants you to stay voluntarily and not out of obligation.

"This one will be called Sirius" You named one of your children after one of your beloved favorite literary characters.

"Sirius?"

"You wouldn't understand, honey" You answered simply.

"Then his name will be Ryuk"

"Ryuk?" This time it was you who asked.

"You wouldn't understand, honey"

• both of you will undoubtedly be somewhat... Different parents, but who will love each other until you ask for a divorce... Or him.

[curiousquirks]

HII I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GREAT DAY/NIGHT

This is kinda a question(nsfw btw) about Chrono

How would chrono deal with a horny partner? Like a partner who’s always horny like 24/7

In my opinion, Hari has an insane sex drive himself so having a partner that can match that…surpass him even? He’s in heaven. 

They’d flirt and rile him up constantly, early in the relationship, wanting to feel him up and drag him off somewhere. They would test the waters, unsure of how much he’d be able to handle. Hari might seem annoyed because he has plenty of things to do, being Overhaul’s aid and keeping up with tasks necessary for Shie Hassaikai take a lot of his time. All they’d have to do is distract him long enough that he’s got a growing hard on. Which is easy to do. Then, the walls come crashing down around any hesitation on his part. And suddenly the lab is a perfect place to bend them over. It’s a good thing that Hari is great at multitasking because his partner is one hell of a distraction. 

Shoving them into a meeting room, before he’s forcing them on top of the table. The creaking of the wood echoing in the concrete room. 

Making out with them against the wall of the winding corridors underground. It’s late, he’d whisper as his hand snuck under their shirt. 

Not bothering to clear room on the metal table in the lab as they get bent over it, his crotch immediately grinding into their ass.

Hari sneaks off to the bathroom where his partner is waiting eagerly on their knees. The shaky groans escape him, almost getting them caught.

There’s a shorter list of surfaces and places in the compound that they haven’t had sex. He's the king of discretion though (for the most part), so nobody will ever catch either of them doing something so unprofessional. He’d always have some type of fabric handy to clamp into their mouths to minimize the noise. Either that, or it turns into a challenge they’d have no issue playing along with. Visiting Hari when he’s alone in the compound always leads to his partner struggling to maintain composure as they walk back through the building. A good perk of the mask he wears is that nobody can see his smirk as he watches him hide a limp from the soreness he caused.

Fucking his partner senseless is a great way to let off any frustrations and stress that he’s surely experiencing. Especially when things start getting more hectic. It’s how he’s able to maintain such a cool and calm persona all the time.

[plush-rabbit]

Behave Yourself

Request: Hmmm... I'm just gonna request this. Chrono teaching Kai's sister a lesson because she's bratty and doesn't listen to him- make it smutty if you want. Love your blog btw! (˘³˘)♥

Warnings: dub-con

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: Chrono time!! I really have fun with him because he wasn’t like properly introduced as a character and i like to think he would be a mix of sleazy and sweet

You can feel his eyes on you. Since Hari entered the room, he’s kept track of you. He’s watched as you swivel side to side in your chair, shuffled around and played on your phone all while your brother talked about some nonsense pertaining to the Shie Hassaikai. You’ve only responded to him by giving him a raise of the brows, slightly bothered by the way that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“Overhaul,” Kurono states, standing from his seat and gaining the attention from the rest of the attendants, “is there a reason why they’re here?” He keeps his gaze on you, disdain etched into his words.

“They’re part of us. Why wouldn’t they be here?” Overhaul asks, leaning back into his chair. The toe of his shoe knocks against the leg of your chair and you stop moving, giving him a small grin. “If you rather not be in the same room as them, then go ahead and leave Kurono.” To emphasize his point, a gloved hand is raised and is gestured to the door.

A triumphant smile reaches your face. You puff out your chest, staring at him through a gleeful stare. “Ha,” you spit out, the smile ever growing. “He likes me better.” you stick out your tongue, moving your chair closer to your brother. You sit tall, your eyes piercing into his, pride the only thing that you can feel course through your body as your brother places a hand on your shoulder to quiet you down.

“Quiet.” His hand tightens around your shoulder. “Am I allowed to continue now?” He stares at Kurono through narrowed eyes.

Giving you one last stare, Kurono sits down. You roll your eyes, deciding to humble the dog that sits below you. “You know Kai-” you turn to face him, pulling his hand away from you- “if I’m that much of a bother for him, then I have no problem leaving. I was up so late last night that I might as well go and sleep a bit more.” All he does is wave his hand, excusing you from the meeting. You stand from the chair, pulling down on your skirt and sticking your tongue out to Kurono once more, before walking away.

-

All you had to do was drop off paperwork for Kurono to sign. You didn’t know why Kai had to send you off as if you were some intern, but you did so. And now you’re here, scowling at the man in front of you, who spits insults at you. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed, a headache already beginning to form.

“You’re a damn bitch, is what you are,” he hisses, stepping closer to you, his cheeks red with anger.

“Oh fuck you,” you spit out. “Call me a bitch all you want but we all know you’re just some pussy who doesn’t even have the balls to go tell me that in front of Kai. Oh-” you mockingly cover your mouth with the tips of your fingers- “I meant Overhaul. Because you’re not supposed to address him any other way, right? You’re just his little lackey. You may think of yourself as his right hand man, but guess what? I am. I’m the one he tells everything to, not you. So go fuck yourself Kurono.”

He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him. You stumble in your step and press against his chest. “You should learn to respect those older than you.” His grip tightens around you. “You’ve been nothing but a brat. Hasn’t anyone taught you manners?” You pull your wrist away from him, and hold it gingerly in your hand. “Or have you been fucking them on the side that none of them care?”

“You have no right to talk to me like that!” You snap, stepping closer to him and pointing your finger into his chest. “You’re just some self-centered prick who thinks he’s better than others. Guess what? You have a quirk! You’re some damn hypocrite and the first bullet that’s stable will go to you.” Your smile turns cruel, your gaze focused on him. “I’m sure Kai would agree if he found out that's how you were talking to me.”

You make your way to leave, the papers that he had to sign be damned. You were too angry to stay focused, too full of rage to actually hit him where it hurts. You weren’t actually going to tell your older brother, you just needed to leave. To stop hearing his voice and stop feeling his eyes on you.

A hand grabs the back of your shirt, pulling you back as you yelp. Your back makes contact with the edge of the desk, your hands going to hold you study. You look at him in a mix of horror and rage, baring your teeth to scare him away from you. His hand covers your mouth, and his nails dig into your cheeks when you lick his hand, so desperate to push him away. Your legs move, trying to kick him away and he places his thigh between your two legs. You try to push yourself away, his stormy gray eyes narrowing and darkening the longer they focus on you. His thigh rubs against your sex and you spit muted curses through his hand.

“Get off of me,” you hiss, trying to push him away, ignoring his shushing and demands of you to be quiet. “You’re a fucking creep.”

You’re tossed onto his desk, crying out with the harsh contact. You take a harsh intake of air, your muscles tensing and falling limp in the same second. “Now,” his hair pierces through your skin, blood trickling down your thigh, “remember to be quiet, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want people to come in wondering why you're moaning like a whore.” His hand squishes your cheeks together, your lips pursed and mouth forming an oval. His eyes narrow, hair slowly receding back into place as you’re forced to sit up, his hand on your lower back, arching your chest into him. You try to gather all the hate that you can into your gaze, cheeks flushed and ears dusted in a dark hue. “Don’t give me that look. After all, I was the one who gave you the choice to start behaving and you’re the one who decided to throw that back at me.” His hand lets go and you’re dropped back onto the desk, your face scrunching up in pain and your upper lip curling upwards. “Oops, sorry,” he apologizes with a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’ll go in smoothly, the last thing I would want is to clean up a mess of yours. After all-” his hands are brushing down your side, past your shirt and against the hem of your skirt- “I’m not your brother. I have no real obligation to clean something of yours.” His knuckles brush against your thighs, tipped with red as they hold the fabric of your skirt in his hands, lifting it upwards to reveal your intimates. The muscles in your legs squeeze, your body burning as he lowers himself, his breath cool as it breathes against your covered sex. “You should consider yourself lucky that I even want to do this.”

Your sex pulses, anxiety coursing through your body, your heart beating in your cunt with his tongue so close to it. His tongue is flat as it presses against the cotton, dipping it with his spit and furthering it with your arousal that beads out cautiously. You try to clench your hands but you are unable to do so. You are still in front of him, feeling as his hands travel over your thighs, the cotton growing wet with each suckle.

Your underwear is pulled down, around your ankles it hangs as hot breath fans against your bare sex. His tongue laps around you, passing your folds, teasing against your entrance with the tip of his tongue, sweet trickles of your arousal drip and latch onto his tongue. He pushes in, his tongue scoop and swallowing your arousal, and you can hear him release a sigh.

“Who knew some brat would have a sweet tasting cunt,” he muses, his thumb pressing against your clit. “Huh, you tried playing so tough but would you look at this-” he rolls your pearl around, your body growing hot and a tight coil beginning to wrap around your body- “you’re actually turned on from this. What a pervert you are.” he kisses your sex, his tongue passing your folds. Despite being still, your body still reacts, your cunt pulsing, and breaths growing shallow. “Don’t tell me you’re already so close with just a couple of licks? No wonder you’re such a brat. You’ve never been fucked before, hm?” His tongue is thin and slimy, pushing inside of you and squirming inside of you.

“I hate you,” you hiss out, your leg twitching in response. “Calling me a pervert when you’re the one who froze me.” Every word is an effort, one that tires you out and makes you huff and puff at the end. “What is this? Some sort of hate-fuck?” You give out a bitter laugh. “It’s a pity, you’re actually handsome but still no one wants to fuck you because fo your filthy attitude.”

You yelp, your mouth closing and lips pulling into a thin line when his lips suckle against your fold, pulling in the plump fat and leaving it marked with his teeth. You whine in horror, choking against your own spit, your eyes wide as you focus on the light that blinds you from above. He kisses against the skin, blowing cool air on you, his lips wrapping around your pulsing clit, sucking on it. You cry out, snapping your mouth shut and giving out a soft whine. Even though there’s no reason to, he holds you down with his hands, the point of his tongue pushing your erect clit around, flicking it with his tongue and suckling on it. The pressure becomes too much, your muscles tensing but being unable to move it becomes all frustrating. You want to squirm away form him, to remoe his mouth away from your sex and end the building pressure. WIth a pop, he releases you from his mouth. You’re left unsatisfied and disgusted.

His lips are pressed against yours, his tongue sweet as it fills your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut, a frown on your lips when you realize that you’re tasting yourself, his hands cupping your face as his cock rubs against your folds, pressing close against your pulsing clit, his cockhead teasing at the rim of your entrance.

He pulls away, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth to yours. Stormy eyes look down at you, his gaze curious as he watches you desperately try to move, your eyes shining with unshed tears. “Oh come on,” he mutters, his knuckles brush against the side of your face tenderly, catching a tear that curves down your face. His knuckles are cold compared to your skin. “Don’t cry- there’s no reason for that. I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? I could be a big, bad scary man just thrusting my cock into this sweet pussy of yours-” his hand that isn’t touching your face cups your cunt at his words, warmth seeping onto his hand in heavy strands- “but I rather have you enjoy it. See?” His smile is gentle, his head tilting in a patronizing way, as a finger inserts itself inside of your cunt, nestling it’s way deep into your warm embrace. “You’re already so wet, and all I had to do was kiss you.” He leans down, the tip of his nose ghosting above yours, his breath thin with peppermint and your arousal as he nudges your head in place to stare at him. “I hope that you know this is a punishment for you. You’ve been acting too cocky, too full of yourself for blood relations. Remember who the fuck you belong to, okay? Because it isn’t to the Shie Hassaikai or even to Overhaul-” his nails embed themselves into your cheeks- “it’s to me. If I have to fuck you raw to have you understand your place, then so fucking be it. I’ll make you cry and that’s a promise.”

He turns you on your side, a leg lifted into the air and hooked over his shoulder, the other falling past the edge of his desk. His hands returning to wrap around your upper thigh, his face leaning close to yours and in this position, you can feel his cock press further into your inner sex. Your eyes close, your muscles clenching and tightening around his cock, your arms cushion under your head, tears falling onto your forearms. You try to hide your face, your breath ragged and chest heaving. Your muscles are tense, sore from being positioned for so long in one setting.

“Kurono, please, my body hurts,” you whisper, looking up at him through a teary expression. “I’m already crying, just please.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, but then the corners of his mouth start to rise, a sick grin taking over his features. “Well, would you look at that. Even the brat can beg with a cock stuff inside of them.” A hand leaves your thigh and grabs onto your chin. “I have to say, tears really do suit you.” His touch on you softens, his fingertips now squishing over where his nails had marked you. “You must not hate this, because you’re already clinging to my cock. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that I leave you nice and full once I’m done.” His cock slides out of you, a warm trail leaving you empty as his cockhead is kissed against your rim. “I’ll make sure it feels good for me.”

“Kurono-” You yelp as he thrusts himself inside of you, your eyes going wide and body tensing. It’s a dull pain that courses throughout your body, wrapping tight and squeezing around your stomach. “Ah-!” Your eyes squeeze shut with every thrust of his cock inside of your cunt. You try to force yourself to calm down, to not let him take notice of how your cunt throbs with every thrust. “Hari- Please, I’m- Oh fuck!” You moan out, tilting your head forward, eyes squeezed shut as colors begin to burst. “I promise to- promise to stop, just please,” you moan out, embarrassment settling deep in you at the sad show of enjoyment that you are receiving from him.

“You silly, little thing,” he grunts, pounding into your cunt merciless, harsh clicking sounds filling the room with every squeak of the desk. “I’m supposed to believe that? How fucking dumb do you think I am, huh?” Anger is faint on his words, but his actions speak louder and he reaches under your shirt, twisting harshly at a pert nipple. You squeal in response, your sound cut off by his hand clamping down on your mouth. “Shut up,” he hisses. “How desperate are you to have people walk in and see me fuck you? Huh? You want everyone to come in and watch me ruin your pussy? Is that it?” You shake your head. “Then shut up.”

He holds tightly onto your thigh, pushing himself to the base of his cock, shaping your walls to fit him. Your tears touch his hands and his hand is wet with your spit. It’s a simple hate-fuck, one where he hurts you, defiling you over his desk like you were some sort of toy. However, you’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t enjoy it. Or rather your body enjoying it while you lay there as his cock curves so sweetly to hit against a certain spot. You can feel him press deep inside of you, his own hair sticking to his face and his cheeks and the tip of his nose rimmed with red. He pants heavily, his hand falling from your mouth and falling to your throat, curving to the back of it and pulling you close to him.

Your mouth is slack, the tip of your tongue pressed against his shoulder. Your legs are starting to burn, the joints and tension starting to become too much, a far sharper pain than anything he’s subjected you to recently. In fear from what will happen if you speak out, you remain shut, trying to milk his cock so he could release you, your eyes closing and body feeling heavy. The knot in your stomach is tight, pushing against you until you’re left with a tingling sensation that makes your body shake. You bite onto his shirt, pressing yourself close to his body with all the force and strength you can muster in order to mute your own cries.

You sigh in ecstasy, your eyes closing and body going limp onto the table. His hand smacks against your thighs, your brows knitting together. Cruel as ever, he turns you on your back, his cpk pressed against your thigh, his hand going to grip your face and he lifts you up. You support yourself by resting on your forearms, you hair sticking to your face and your sex still sore.

Shaking with sensitivity, your body has clamped around him, your legs shake as he continues to thrust inside of you. He grunts your name, clawing his hands into any of your exposed skin, until his movements start to grow sloopy and then he stills. He follows your actions, biting down on your shoulder to mute to his own cries of pleasure. He’s still, his seed filling your sex with a thick, creamy fill. He holds you for a second, riding his own wave of afterglow. He pulls out of you without a word, your sex fluttering around the now empty space. You can feel a drool of mixed arousal slowly slide past your sex.

He presses his face close to yours, the grip on your face firm. “Are you going to behave yourself?” He asks in a low tone, his gaze expectant.

You nod your head, muttering out a soft “yes.”

He holds onto your face tightly and you worry you’ll have to explain the bruises to others. “Yes what?” He states, his stromy eyes focused entirely on yours.

You swallow whatever little bit of spit is left inside of you, your stomach twisting into knots and your heart racing. “Yes sir.” A heavy flush of warmth floods throughout your body, pooling on your cheeks.

He smiles, releasing your grip from you and you are laid back onto the desk. “Good.” His hand slips away from your thigh and you are left a creamy mess on a desk. “Now,” he says, pulling out of you, a thick trail of semen coats the inside of your thigh, “run along to your big brother. I’m sure he needs you for something.”

In a cruel sense of irony- and perfect timing- your body finally listens to you, your hands clenching tight and spreading open, each finger wiggled in a test. Your legs are unsteady, feeling as if you were only learning how to first walk, each step unsteady and hands gripping tightly at the desk where you once laid, a wet stain already settling into the wood. You look at him, brows knitted together, your chest heaving with every breath. “Fuck you,” you spit out, bending over to pick up your discarded underwear, slipping it on as goosebump trail over your skin. The flat of it presses against your cunt and you try to hide your discomfort when his semen drips out of you and lands heavily on your underwear.

“Ah, ah,” he says without so much as looking back at you, raising a finger and wagging it in a disapproving motion. “Watch your mouth. That’s what got you into trouble with me.” The last image of him that you see is his smiling face, a hand combing his hair back into place as the door closes behind you.

[serostuffsmh]

Happy Valentine’s Day

— Love, ur gf jen

[p3achysuki]

Hi there! Would you be fine with a Yandere Overhaul and Chrono where reader knows the two of them from childhood?

IM SO SORRY I NEVER GOT AROUND TO THIS!! But yes

Warning: Chrono and Overhaul being manipulative, abuse.

The only way you knew Chisaki was because you were the boss’s youngest daughter so he brought you around Chisaki a lot when he rescued him off the streets.

What you noticed though was that he wasn’t like the other kids.. he seemed to hate whenever people touched him usually he’d let you touch his hand occasionally, but that’s as far as you got before getting shoved away from him.

Even though Chisaki behaved that way he still was around you, but he was starting to get more violent as he grew older. Even your father noticed and would call him out on his behavior of course Chisaki felt bad about it and you’d comfort him about it.

Kurono was a different story he came into the Shie Hassaikai at a later age and immediately got attached to Chisaki. Since Chisaki was close to you the three of you become “close friends.”

You didn’t know the things Chisaki was planning with Kurono so when the boss fell into Coma you were devastated. You thought it was because of his age, but Chisaki and Kurono knew Damn well it wasn’t because of that and only feed onto that story so you wouldn’t get suspicious about it.

Chisaki no longer went by his name and demanded everyone call him Overhaul when he became the leader of the Shie Hassaikai he made everyone wear masks, but not you-you found it weird; but didn’t question him about it.

You felt bad for what they did to Eri she was your niece and you HATED your sister for abandoning her because of her quirk. Whenever Overhaul or Chrono weren’t around you’d sneak into Eri’s room and comfort her the way she trembled in your arms made you feel bad for her.

There were times when you told her she needed to find a way to get out “w-what about you? I can’t leave you behind! Please Y/N don’t leave me..” she said as she cries into your shoulder you ran your fingers through her hair “Eri- please don’t worry about me you need to escape this place my quirk isn’t powerful enough to stand against Overhaul.”

Oh boy don’t get me started when Overhaul started having ideas about erasing quirks. The FIRST person he would chose to erase their quirk was you he told Chrono about it and both came to agreement, so when they finally got the result they wanted from the bullet erasing quirk you were the first person they tested it on.

When you tried using your quirk nothing happened and you felt completely broken Overhaul kept saying you should be happy you aren’t sick anymore you wanted to shout at him that the only sick person was him.

Now if overhaul wanted you for himself then Chrono wasn’t going to complain. Chrono devoted his life into serving Chisaki so if he says “Y/N’s mine now and only mine.” Then he’s going to agree.

If overhaul wants to share you with Chrono then.. alright then Chrono isn’t the one to complain.

Once your quirk was fully erased you aren’t allowed to leave the hideout anymore Overhaul doesn’t want to risk getting his sweet childhood friend sick and he knows Chrono would agree with him.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

wisteria with hari kurono please?? 🤍

cw: Yandere Themes, Religious Imagery, Sacrilegious Themes, Hints of Kidnapping, Use of Drugs / Sedatives, Graphic Imagery, Hinted Stalking, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Themes Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!

author's note: Thanks for this request! I really like Kurono. This was fun to write. It was definitely a prompt that made me think! REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN—READ TAGS! This was a prompt from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

PROMPT: Wisteria (Long Life, Immortality): "Tell me I'm your God/Goddess and I'll grant you a slice of Heaven."

word count: Approximately 1.2k.

You’re stumbling.

The floors seem to warble, they rush around in strange angles, a flock of birds scattered and frantic, and your arms swipe out for any sort of way to grasp those wings and whisk away too. Tears are streaming down your face, or maybe that’s blood, but you feel like you’re looking into a fishbowl and its fins tickle your cheeks and you wonder if you’re even crying. A stack of books open, their pages fluttering, and you wonder when the epilogue will draw to a close. You think you can see your life on each page, but they’re too fast and you can’t help but feel like you’re hallucinating even being alive.

Footsteps, is that what that is? There are claps of something plastic against the floor, into the darkness, reverberating, and you know that air recycles around you but you’re not gasping it in. Someone is walking behind you, a car tailgating, headlights on bright, blinding, and you can feel that they’re getting closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and

“There’s no point in running.”

A line slices between your brows, splitting the seam of your face, the cawing of a raven. You want to glance around, you do, and you feel like your landline’s been snipped. No tone, no message after the beep. You hope the voice won’t speak again, its odd tenor lilting into bass. Perhaps that saxophone has a blistered reed, and if you focus on the elongating hallways, you’ll be able to hear the trumpets on the horizon, that peachy swan. You know that voice. It’s terrifying, and that reed splinters more and more.

“I’ve hit you with the hour hand, so you’re not getting very far anyway. I’m surprised you’ve been able to get to this point.”

Is it because you’re lucky? Or has he been methodically stalking behind you, watching you trip over your own two left feet, watching your arms flail pathetically, watching you gag, watching you beg with wordless pleas? You know he has. Why are you even asking yourself these rhetorical questions? Maybe because you’re hoping some sort of ethos will nibble on the crux of your jaw, will whisper sweet nothings to comfort you, to tell you that this isn’t as bad as it will be. How long will this last? It’s like mushrooms are pooling into your veins, on a slingshot that keeps tensing backwards, and you’re rocking roughly gentle, and you think that there are hums dragging your body down below the current. If psychedelics steer your body into the ground, will those arrows shoot forward again, cottonmouths, vipers, rattles, and snatch you up?

“This is my fault, I’ll admit that. I should have put a chain on you, but I guess I miscalculated the exact dosage of the sedative. Maybe I don’t have your accurate body weight? Height? I’ve looked at the most recent doctor’s papers, but it has been a while since your last visit. My bad.”

Does he know what your endocrine system looks like too? Does he know each neuron, each axon, each hormone, each receptor, each cell, each threshold? Does he know the inner mechanisms of your subcortical structures? Hindbrain? Does he know how your hypothalamus works specifically? Can he target your front lobe? Parietal? Temporal? Occipital? Even your fucking cerebellum? Has he figured out their coding? Has he found a way to alter all of their functions until the floor swallows you and he can pull you by your ankles back into that desolate white room?

Who even is this man?

“I didn’t want to resort to this, of course. It just kind of happened. If you wouldn’t have run away, you wouldn’t be so… like this.”

How can he be so formal? So fake? Your head is spinning in ways that don’t comprehend reality. There shouldn’t be a way for your ankles to twist upwards, shouldn’t be a way for your downcast eyes to cross backwards and forwards, shouldn’t be a way for your heart to shred into two before reforming into loops. You just want a name—you just want a name.

“Hurting you wasn’t a priority. I wanted more than this. I wanted it to be easy, but you’re making it kind of difficult. But I’m sure you can already tell that.”

Just keep going, even if the slick underneath the soles of your feet, the jelly and jams of snails, trails behind you like vomit and spittle and slows you down. You can do this, you can get out of here. The darkness doesn’t want to swallow you, doesn’t want its throat to constrict around your shuddering frame, the refocusing of a camera lens, the click, the growling technology.

“Sigh. Listen, listen to me genuinely. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you… again.”

The jelly turns into gum, turns into plasters that rip off your follicles, peel at your skin, residue on a windshield. It’s getting harder to breathe, but maybe that’s the extra poison he stabbed into you whenever you slipped underneath his legs. You shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have hit your knees to the floor and crawled, shouldn’t have barreled, back slamming against the ground, rattling your skull, just to escape him. That needle was sharp, that arrow was sharp.

“All I want is for this to be perfect. Tell me I’m your God and I’ll grant you a slice of Heaven.”

Insane, he’s so insane. He can’t be there in the head. Whatever verses, whatever psalms, whatever dead sea scrolls, whatever avesta, whatever sacred texts he’s built this foundation upon are just words on a page. Maybe it’s what he wants, maybe there’s a reason, maybe that’s why your knees wobble and give out. That’s why the balls of your palms ache whenever your nails clatter to the floor.

There are worms wriggling around the edges of your vision, dancing, singing, laughing, rejoicing, hallelujah, hallelujah. And you can’t focus on the sound of his approaching footsteps, the drumbeats, the way your ears hear whistles and bells, the way the floor grows hotter and hotter, melting oil and broiling lakes, and you feel like those cloudy acres shift into burning flames. He’s almost here, imminent domain.

“Will you love me like I ask?”

You can’t respond, the words are glue and bondage taped around your throbbing tongue. Maybe you were never crying, maybe that’s why drool is seeping from your ducts, maybe the romans were right. There’s a tourniquet in your body that loses its threads, and your side collapses, the puzzle pieces of the tiles filled with hymns and sins.

He stops. Your eyes are blurry whenever you slowly turn your head. Those lava gray locks are snakes swaying in the wind, those piercingly cold eyes. There’s a memory in your head, a face behind fencing, something tucked away, a name, a person, recognition. But that won’t save you now.

“Because, you know, it’s not like you have much of a choice.”

[kkusuka]

Introductions <3

i literally could not shake this from my mind, and i got ever so slighly carried away.

Fem. reader <3

Relationship:  Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko),  Keigo Takami (hawks) Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) Tomura Shigaraki, Touya Todoroki (Dabi), Kurono Hari x Reader

word count: 4.6k

CW: You and Rumi are dating, mommy kink, slight druging, shiggy calles you pet, breeding, double penn. squirting, FxF, soft miruko, too many creampies, Photography, cum eating, I think that’s it??

let me know what you want to see next <33

It was official, you and Rumi had been dating for a whole nine months! It was so amazing, Rumi seemed to really like you, something you had absolutely not expected when you confessed to her. 

You had known that she had some questionable friends but Rumi never kept you around them for too long, just some spared glances and tight smiles. But that brought you to now, where you were currently making sure everything was perfect to finally officially meet her friends!

You had baked brownies and checked your hair in the mirror at least 100 times, you were just so nervous, you knew first impressions were everything. You tried to cover all of the marks, you practiced your smile in the mirror, you made it as friendly as possible. You wore Rumi’s favorite skirt, it was baby pink and “totally adorable” according to your girlfriend, and a light pink cardigan with a white t-shirt underneath. But what you think made the outfit was the white thigh-highs that adorned your legs, and the little bows on the front. 

Everything was perfect, you were ready!

ఌ

“If any of you hurt her, I’ll kill you” Right now Rumi regretted ever being friends with these people. Well, she mostly regretted that they got her revved up enough to make that stupid bet with Keigo. She would have gladly just introduced them to you but this whole “initiation” bullshit was taking it too far. 

“I'm hurt you would even think I’d do anything to your precious Bunny!” Keigo mocked, he knew what he was doing, they all did. You had every single one of them wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it. 

“Let’s just hurry up, don’t wanna leave lover girl waiting.” Dabi. “Jeez Tou, I didn't think you would be so excited to see ‘er” 

In character, Touya rolled his eyes and looked away, he wouldn't admit he had been wanting to “meet” for a while now. If the sock under his bed had anything to say about it. The rest of the walk to your house was filled with scattered comments about scenery, Shigaraki’s constant complaints and, Kai and Kurono’s mindless chatter. 

Entering a fairly nice neighborhood about 15 minutes from the school, Rumi declared they had arrived in front of a nice-looking traditional house. “I am going to say this one more time. You will not hurt her, do not say anything weird, and what’s about to happen will never happen again” 

“Yeah whatever, just knock on the door” rolling her eyes Rumi did just that. And within the second the door swung open and a puff of light pink jumped out at their friend. “Umi, you're here!” you were smiling like the sun at your girlfriend. 

“Yeah Bunny we’re here and don’t you look all dolled up” Gross, the two of you looked like you were about to eat each other's faces. 

“Oh! Yes! Um- Come in, we can go, um, to the family room and watch movies! O-only if you want to though, w-we can do other things too, i-if you want” you had managed to stutter out before Rumi guided you into the house before you could say anything more embarrassing, “that sounds great Baby, let's go” shooting the boys a pointed look, a warning, they followed the two of you through the house.

You were practically shaking and you didn't know if it was from excitement or nerves, but whatever it was, you would have to get over it somehow. Just like you expected, they were scary. Each of them practically towers over you, and even if they didn't, they all had the most intimidating aura you’ve ever felt. 

After getting settled, and answering Kai’s questions about cleanliness, you made the best attempt at an introduction you could; “Um, hello I’m (f/n) (l/n). It’s really really nice to meet you guys!” really really? Great now you sound like an idiot. And they probably think the chuckles around the room said anything. 

You were broken out of your hand by a hand grabbing yours, and a voice speaking up awfully close to your ear, “Aw baby bird you are just too cute! Keigo Takami at your service now and always” the voice purred, he was, so close. You could smell his cologne like it was straight from the bottle. To say that you were beet red was a true understatement. When you were about to try and stutter something out, two hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into another hard chest.

And before you knew it a head was in the crook of your neck, “Stop it bird brain you're probably scaring the poor little girl. No worries Little mouse, Touya’s got you now” with this new angle you could see Keigo better, and blonde hair and was he wearing eyeliner? But mostly, he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. Which in turn made you even redder. But your staring contest with the man was cut short when you were pushed into someone's lap. 

“Tomura Shigaraki” was quickly muttered, “Shigaraki” not even looking at you before placing you next to him on the couch. You took the opportunity to look at Touya, dark spiked hair and piercing blue eyes, if he didn't have the scars you would have believed he walked straight out of a magazine. Tomura, still not looking at you, had curled into himself, immediately making you feel bad, for what? You had no clue. So, you placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke whatever came to mind, “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you right?” 

This seemed to have the opposite effect on the teenage boy because he had curled further into himself but managed to stutter out a no. You were about to apologize, thinking you had injured the poor boy somehow when a gloved hand encased yours, lightly detaching it from the other boy. Following the gloved hand to an arm, with a rolled-up long-sleeve button-up shirt, to a neck with a tie neatly resting on his chest, to a masked face and golden eyes. 

“You're really pretty.” Oh god. You-you said that out loud to his face. You had to apologize-” I mean, your lower lashes are perfect.” That is not what you meant to say, he was going to kill you, Rumi was going to kill you. Instead of wiping you from existence, like you knew he probably could, he just raised a brow whilst everyone else in the room busted into laughter. 

“Thank you, Angel, But my name is Kai Chisaki.” He had a pretty voice too, god you needed to stop thinking like right now. And now a new round of laughter had begun, “I said that aloud didn’t I? God, I’m sorry, you probably rhino I’m weird, I’m really sorry” You were embarrassed if you could call it that, you were practically melting. 

You were panicking, they don't like you anymore, they were laughing at you, you were putting Umi to shame, and now you're going to break up and- “Bunny. Bunny it’s ok, you are just being too cute right now. All I need to know is that you still think I’m the cutest” Rumi still liked you, and you must have missed the transition into her lap, where you were now located. “Of course you’re still the cutest Umi, am I still the cutest?” 

“Always baby, now you’ve got one more person to meet, bee a good bunny for me now, ok?” Shifting you in her lap you faced the last of the group, a boy next to Chi (your new nickname for him). He was pretty too- you just didn't blurt it out this time, instead, you waved. He reacted with a light chuckle, it was pretty too, and telling you his name was Kurono Hari. 

“Alright, now that that’s over with,” Touya reached in his bag and pulled out two bottles of vodka, “let's get this initiation started” 

ఌ

The room was spinning. You could hear the boys and Rumi laughing but you were too buzzed to listen. More importantly, you felt hot, specifically down there. You had felt this before, you knew it. Oh! It was when you and Umi-Umi were alone in your bedroom! She made it go away then, that meant she could make it go away now! 

You managed to get yourself up from whoever's lap you were sitting on, Tomura if you were to guess from the whine when you moved his arm. Standing up was a slight challenge, your legs shaking and you almost let out a moan. Placing down your cup on the coffee table that was covered in beer cans and plastic cups, you didn't even realize that everyone in the room had shifted their focus to you. 

Stumbling over to your girlfriend you fell into her lap and nuzzled yourself into a straddle position so you were face to face. Within the second Rumi began to rub little circles into your hip, making you even hotter. “What’s the matter bunny? Is something wrong?” She was such a good girlfriend, always looking out for you, she would surely help you, you just knew it. 

“Umi-Umi I feel hot. Like the time in my room? Do you remember that? When my parents weren’t home and you made the ache go away? Places, please do it again! I feel so so hot.” You began to ramble continuing until Tomura, said something that sounded funny to you (well everything sounded funny right now) “I told you it would work, you just had to give it some time” 

What needed time to work? As quick as you could you look back to Rumi, she seemed to know exactly what you wanted to know, she shifted a bit under you and began, ‘Alright bunny listen to me, ok baby focus on me. God, you look so pretty, ok? Listen, they wanted to try something with you, you’ll like it I promise, Mommy will be with you all the way, but Mommy lost a bet to her stupid friends and she is very sorry, but they won’t do anything you don't like, Ok? Tell Mommy how you feel.” Lost a bet? What did they want? They seemed nice, it wouldn't be that bad, and you had to make Rumi proud, you were being so good and you had to keep that up!

“Yes” 

“Yes what, Bunny.” 

“Yes Mommy, I'll be oh so very good for everyone!” That made her happy! She was proud of you! But the two of you were snapped out of your little bubble when Keigo, you think it’s Keigo, began to chuckle, “Mommy, really?” Yes, that was Keigo. 

“Shut it chicken wing or you won't get to go.” well Mi-Mi sure knew how to shut him up, and Touya who was laughing along with him shit up too, which made you giggle. By pattern, it made all their attention turn back to you. 

“Well strip her now, we don't have the rest of eternity!” Tomura impatiently shouted out. Strip that seemed fun!

“Shut it crusty,” As soon as the bitter remark left her lips, Rumi turned to you, softening to ask if you needed her help to get out of your skirt. No! You would do it yourself like a big girl. Well, that was until you couldn't figure how to undo the buttons, yeah maybe you did need her help after all. And she knew that waving you over with her pointer finger, she giggled and pulled you into a spot where she could undo the button. 

You did manage to take your blouse, white shirt, and bra off by yourself, instinctively turning to Rumi, and she looked so proud of you! That means you were being good! But when you turned back to the boys, they looked like they wanted to eat you, but it didn't scare you like you thought it would, in fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect, sending jolts of heat down to your core. 

Next, you want to take off your thigh highs being almost immediately stopped by a voice “No little mouse, you're keeping those on.” 

“Yes sir” whoa, (y/n) where did that come from, but it didn't matter because Touya seemed to like it, and that made you happy. 

“Calm down, I’m still going first, you still have to wait your turn, Angel? Come here.” Kai’s beautiful voice called, shifting your attention to the other side of the room to the couch where he currently sat with Hair (he insisted you call him that, so you just began to call everyone by their first name). As much as you wanted to obey the command immediately, you had to ask Rumi for permission, as a good bunny does. But before you even opened your mouth, as she does, Umi read your mind. “Go bunny listen to him” and that you did. 

While walking to him, Kai unhooked the mask that sat on his face, placed it to his side, and eyed you, it felt like he was burning holes through you. You stopped right before him and he motioned for you to kneel before him, like a real king! Cutting you from your thought was Kai’s smooth voice asking if you’ve ever taken a cock in your little hole before. 

The answer was no. Rumi was your first girlfriend and well, she was a girl. As you let him know just that! He retired your statement with a small smirk and a hand on your cheek, which you leaned into. “Alright Angel, can you tell me how many fingers you've ever had in your little pussy? And call me Sir or Master, it's respectful” You were going to melt if he kept this up. 

“O-only four, Sir'' you couldn't look away from him, or how perfect his eyebrow looked when he raised it in question. “Oh? And how many up your ass?” while asking his thumb had reached your lips pulling on the bottom one, “No-no fingers sir, b-but sometimes I put a “plug” thingy that looks like a bunny tail in for Rumi, and don’t tell her I told you but sometimes a take it and do it without her knowing, but you can’t tell her I said that.” 

That seems to do the trick, before he spoke he reached down and grabbed you by the waist and lifted you onto his lap, then spoke “Your secret is safe with me angel, now can you do me a favor? I need you to unzip the zipper on my pants and pull my boxers down, ok?” You could do that, and so you did!

After pulling it down, you saw his...thing. It was standing tall, and the tip was oozing white liquid, were they all this big? “Is that going in me? I-i don't think it’ll fit.” that gained more than a few laughs, “Oh it’ll fit, Angel. Now-” he placed a gloved hand on your panties, and both the glove and your panties disappeared, but his glove returned a second later. 

All of them were looking at your lower lips, you could feel it, someone (Tomura, you think) had even let out a moan, “Well angel, it looks like you're already wet enough, so we’ll get right to it. can you please take my cock and line it up with your hole?” He sounded so soft and gentle, you just couldn't ignore it, you didn't think you could speak, deciding to just nod instead. But Kai didn't seem to like that. “Answer me, Angel, can you?” placing five fingers on your hip, just as a reminder to do as he asks. “Yes Master, I can.” That made it all better, but he did move his other hand onto your other hip, caging you in. 

Doing as he said you took his cock in your hand and tried to line up the tip with your hole as perfectly as you possibly could, following his next command seemed a bit more challenging, “I want you to sink all the way down ok? Your clit should touch my hip, Yes Angel?” After your respectful response, you tried to get it in, and it didn't work! No, no, no! You were doing so well and now this? 

At this point you were on the verge of tears, it just won't go in. “Bunny dear, let Mommy help you out, Ok? You’re doing so well ok?” Umi! She grasped Kais cock and moved under you to get a better view of your pink lips. She spread them out and began to press you down onto him. Just like magic, she made Kai’s cock go in! She let go when the tip was fully embraced by your gummy walls. “You gotta do all the rest honey.” and just like that, she moved back to her chair. 

Deciding you needed something to hold onto, you looked towards Hari, “Can I hold your hand please?” He just looked at you before offering his hand to you, you're sure you heard someone “awing” on the other side of the room but you were too focused on sinking down Kai’s dick. 

When you finally had all of him nestled in your insides, just how he commanded, you looked your head back and let the loudest moan, probably ever, out. Kai didn’t even seem to notice, he was busy being entranced by the images of where the two of you were connected. You did however pick up on the conversation that was happening between the two boys on the other couch. 

“Yo, Shig, you got that right, please tell me you have that” 

“I got to agree with Birdbrain here, please tell me you're still recording” 

“Jeez, yes yes, I got it I got it” 

“Eye’s back on me Angel. I’m going to move now.” and doing that he did, lifting you all the way to his tip, he let you drop onto him, extracting a tight gasp from you. It. was. Bliss! Over and over again he bounced you on his cock, until you were bouncing on your own like a madwoman, gaining whistles and praises from the other men in the room. 

“Say how good you feel Angel, tell me how much you like getting fucked so well in front of your Mommy and her friends like a street whore, tell your Master how good he’s making you feel, go on, say your a street whore beg to cum..” Kai all bit growled at you, you couldn't ignore the command if you tried. “S-so-so, good Master. I’m a good street whore, a-and I like being fucked, and I-i've been so good please let me cum-please, please” after that you began to blubber out whatever you possibly could. Plea’s for him to let you cum, begging for your Mommy to let you cum, and seconds later Kai gave you the go-ahead and you wasted no time, immediately seeing stars. 

Coming down from your high, you realized two things. One; Kai was still hard, ready, and in you. Two; Hari was now behind you on the couch spreading your ass and rubbing small circles around your tightest hole. “W-wait, it won't go in!” Soft chuckles were the only response you got to the exclamation. Ever so slowly Hari thrusts a finger into your hole, then another, and began to scissor them in an attempt to stretch you a bit. 

“Are you alright Angel? Be honest.” Kai commanded. 

“It-it hurts a bit.” 

“Ok, I’ll make you feel better.” With that he began rubbing small, calculated circles around your clit, which did ease the pain of Hari beginning to put his tip in. it took about two more minutes for you to be completely filled with both their cocks. You felt so amazingly stretched out, they filled you so well. 

It became even more overwhelming when they began to time their thrusts. When Kai pushed in you Hari pulled out, making sure one cock was always hitting one of your sweet spots, and they did it well. And they clearly knew it from the way you would moan with every thrust. 

“You sound so pretty Baby, do we really make you feel that good?” Hari cooed in your ear, reaching around to circle your nipples, when Kai added in a quick “You clench every time we got a sweet spot Angel, you're being so good for us.” 

As their orgasms approached the thrusts got slightly erratic, and they lost their perfect timing, which made you fall over the edge, entering your second orgasm of the night. 

As you spasmed on their cocks they began to fill you with spurts of white, filling you up with their cum. 

Basking in your post-orgasmic glow, you didn't even realize you had been moved to where Tomura was sitting. He already had you on your back, legs spread, displaying both of your holes to him. 

Not saying a word he took out his cock and slammed it into your used hole but because of your sensitivity, it had hurt just a bit. Making your discomfort known, you whined and tried to bend your legs away from his grasp. Pushing your legs back open he ignored Rumi's yelling about letting go because he was hurting you. 

“If you can do it for those assholes, you can be a good breeding cow for me too, understand?” he didn't even wait for you to answer, he just began to pound into you like a mad man. 

He was grunting and growling, pushing you into the mating press, only to stop and completely pull out, garnering a whine from you. He shut you up by pushing two fingers inside your weaving hole and scooping cum out and bringing them to your face. 

“Open” he commanded, following the order he shoved his cum-covered fingers wiping them over your tongue, “keep your mouth open and don’t swallow. Be a good pet and let me breed you.” 

You never thought Toumra would be so commanding during sex, but right now the only thing you could think of was his cock hitting your g-spot over and over bringing your orgasm rapidly closer. 

“To-Tomura, please so so close, let me cum, need it so badly please” is what you wanted to say, but considering the mouthful of cum you had and the fact that you couldn't even think past his cock, all that came out were blabs of pleases and cries of pleasure. 

He was close, you could feel it in his thrusts. Reacting to your desperate attempt begging to cum tomura laughed, “You can cum when I cum pet. Just a little longer and you’ll be filled again, just be patient.” 

You were crying at that point, you were so so close, and then finally! You felt his specks of cum in your womb! Finally, you could cum, but there was something different about this one, it felt bigger. You didn't know what it meant until your world turned black. 

Coming back everyone in the room was staring straight at you like you had grown a second head. You were confused until Touya yelled. 

“Usagiyama! You didn’t tell us she could fucking squirt! And the shithead of all people made her do it!” 

While he was speaking, he came over and grabbed you and impaled you on his aching cock. “You're gonna do that again, Ok? I don't care if I have to fuck you for hours.” 

“No, Touya, you're going to be nice to her” Rumi growled back at the Black haired boy. Earning a glare from him in response. 

At that point, you were too fucked out to do anything other than subconsciously bouncing on Touya’s cock earning a laugh from him. “Look! Look! She’s already bouncing and I haven't even done anything yet, damn Rumi you've been dating a cockwhore this entire time” the insult gave you the motivation you make this the best sex Touya will ever receive!

And you did, placing your hands on his shoulders you used them as leverage to bounce harder, at some point he had shoved his head into your breasts and began to shake his head in between them. Biting at some points to conceal his moans. 

Reaching down to your clit, he whispered permission to cum, which you gladly accepted, and in the process, you managed to milk him dry after biting the pressure point where his shoulder met his neck. 

As soon as Touya was done cumming, you were swooped up into soft feathers and were met with a smirking face. “Are you ready for the ride of your life Babybird?” Yes, God yes you were so so ready, but couldn't manage to mutter a word, but he understood what you wanted to say through your pleading eyes.  

Standing you on the floor Keigo kneeled you by the coffee table and bent you directly over it, leaning back to gain a better look at your dripping holes. Deciding he can't just look at it once he reached on the table to grab his phone to snap a quick picture, receiving multiple commands for him to send it to them in return. 

Setting his phone down, began to massage your ass, moving to your lower thighs, before asking if you were ready, to which you mustered up a quick nod. With your permission he slammed his entire length into your pussy, gaining a moan and a few more tears. Bending over he reached to hold your hand and continued like that for some time before pulling your upper body smashing it so your back was to his chest giving everyone else a view of your breasts bouncing. 

Throwing your head back onto his shoulder, Keigo leaned down and began to suck hickeys into your shoulder. Continuing like this until both of you came in a whirl of moans for each other and overstimulation. You leaned back into his warm embrace before Rumi came and picked you up onto her previous chair. She kneeled in front of you and spread open your legs.

“Before I do this, does anyone want a picture?” every single one of them scrambled to get their phones and snap a picture of your overstimulated cum stuffed holes. “You all done now,” you knew that tone Rumi wanted you to herself for a bit. Receiving nods from the boys, now back in their spots on the couches. 

She quickly grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around her head, latching her mouth onto your quivering hole, and began to suck as much cum out as he could before removing her head and kissing you. Making you eat all of the men's cum batch after batch. When she was finally finished getting every last drop of semen out of you, she grabbed a soft, damp towel and gently wiped you down. Kissing you all over earning giggles and soft moans from you. 

After she was all down, Rumi picked you up and wrapped you around her body, placing small kisses on the side of your jaw and lips. 

“Rumi. I’m tired” 

“Ok, Bunny, That’s ok, you can sleep now” she gentle mumbled back gaining obnoxious “aw’s” from your audience. 

ఌ

“I don't know about you guys, but we have to do that again” 

All the head’s nod, including your lovely girlfriends. 

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hurt w/ quirk - pt. 3

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A day turned into a week, and turned into a month.

Kai didn't realize just how much he depended on you until you left.

A coffee and a kiss in the morning, a stupid joke at lunch, a quiet solitude after dinner.

You were his world.

He threw himself into his work after you left, too.

Just to erase some of that dull pain that still lingered in his chest.

He didn't know how to forget about you, though.

He didn't know how to stop loving you.

He wishes he could take everything back, even though that's impossible.

The past never forgets, after all.

He started skipping meals, staying up later and later...even his subordinates began to notice.

Until one day, he fell asleep during dinner.

And that's when they got very worried for him.

No one knew what was going on with Kai, but Chrono noticed your absence.

He shook Kai awake.

"Kai, where's Y/n?"

It's silent for a moment, a stillness that's broken by the sob echoing around the room.

"They left...about a month ago." His voice is hoarse.

His subordinates freeze. Kai never, EVER, cried in front of them.

"Why didn't you stop them?"

"I've hurt them enough." He says, his voice monotone, as if he's reading from a script.

"What are you talking about, Kai?"

"Exactly what I...what I said. I hurt them."

He's wrong. He's so wrong. You love him, he loves you.

"Kai, you have to tell me what happened."

"I can't. It's worse than you think."

"Tell me anyway."

So he does.

He tells them how he used his quirk on you. How he hurt you.

How he's so, so sorry.

He trails off, not finishing his thought. It's at that point they all realize he's gotten quiet.

He takes a deep breath.

"I want to say sorry, but I don't know how."

"And-" His voice cracks. "I don't want to hurt them again."

(request more here)

@kirililbb :)

[pillow-anime-talk]

life in yakuza.

synopsis: You have always tried to find your place among the Yakuza members. In the end, it succeeded, and your boyfriend liked to use your nurse services in his own way.

# tags: headcanons; villains!au; yakuza!au; current relationships; romance; light!fluff; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex, choking, spanking, bongage, praise & beg kink, blood

includes: female reader ft. kai chisaki & hari kurono {bnha}

— KAI

↘ You joined the Yakuza group quite spontaneously because you were Hekiji Tenga’s younger sister. He was the one who told the group about your healing abilities. This thing interested Shie Hassaikai’s leader to the extent that he hired you. And so your first two years passed. You were a nurse who treated group members, sometimes cooked meals for them, and sometimes cleaned the whole house because Overhaul loved order and clean space. It was on your hand. As long as you had a home and escort you did what the leader told you.

↘ After over two years, Chisaki began to see you somewhat differently than you would a normal subordinate. Your devotion, purity, kindness and submission caused him to saw you in other way. You felt the same feelings, but you didn’t change your behavior towards him. You were still submissive to him and fulfilled his every request. No wonder that after the next few weeks, when sex came to your life, he took full advantage of it.

↘ He was a leader not only of the group but also of your sex life and relationship. He gave you orders, admonished you, praised you and punished you when you deserved it. Just like now.

↘ Kai loved to see you in delicate frills, lace and underwear. It strengthened him in the fact that you are submissive and fully devoted to him. Although he wasn’t a supporter of closeness, this physical contact and such clothes suited him.

↘ He didn’t like to labor, sweats and dirty his hands with slaps or ropes. Instead, he chose cleaner solutions such as hot conversations, mentioned sexy clothes or teasing your person with feathers or ice. Oh, yes. Chisaki loved to see your goosebumps and hear your pleading moans when he wasn’t moving, just tempting you with little additions.

↘ “Kai, please. Please touch me with your hands!”, “Stop tempting and torturing me, it hurts!”, “Chisaki Kai, please, fuck me!”

↘ You shouted loudly, sometimes forgetting about other household members, and your boyfriend only smiled mockingly, reminding you that you are forbidden to use such dirty and ugly words. Then he teased you even more, and when it was enough for him, after few minutes he took his plague mask off his face and kissed your body or mouth.

↘ Sometimes, of course, you begged him for sex in this mask, because, ummm, he looked super hot in it.

↘ But more often, he put it on the table (because he didn’t want to get her dirty). He just was like that.

↘ He definitely preferred to be a top; to see your sweet face, to see your all reactions and reminded you not to close your pretty, pure eyes.

↘ He loved to praise you and, if it necessary, reward you with words and gifts; like new clothes, jewelry and lingerie. He liked to see you in them during your next sex. Of course, he didn’t spare bad words sometimes. He didn’t like to punish you, but time to time...

↘ “Watch your words next time, baby, because you’ll get more punishments. An angel like you shouldn’t use bad words and such dirty sentences like this.”

— HARI

↘ You joined to Yakuza quite by accident. One day, a year ago, a villain came across you. Of course, at that moment you didn’t know who it was, but seeing his wounded hand and bleeding head you couldn’t stand still. You cured Kurono quickly, and he thanked you, then he took you for tea. To the Eight Precepts of Death base. At the first moment, half of the group wanted to kill you, but eventually they accepted and respected you as their homehelp, their the nurse and Eri’s babysitter.

↘ It didn’t take long for the Kurono to fall in love with you. Finally, you saved his life that day and he owed you a debt of gratitude. Then this gratitude turned into a desire to learn you, care about you, give away feelings... And so time passed, and you agreed to your first date, then a kiss, and then also sex, which soon became an inseparable element of your life. Over time, you got to know your tastes and body better. And you discovered how big pervert is in your boyfriend’s mind.

↘ Unlike Overhaul, Hari wasn’t afraid to use his hands for anything more than embracing your waist or fingering you.

↘ Kurono loved all forms of BDSM. He loved spanking you, choking you, chewing your pure skin, calling slutty names on you. Of course, gagging or tying you was also exciting.

↘ No wonder, then, that each time he used these things to give your two the greatest pleasure.

↘ Just like now, when you lay with your back to him with hands tied behind you. Your exposed ass was red because of spanking and bites. And that was just the beginning.

↘ Again, unlike Chisaki, he got to the point very quickly. He was crazy and always hungry for you, so in a few moments slow sex changed into a sharp fuck full of colorful marks and blood.

↘ “Hari harder!”, “Faster, baby, faster, I’m begging you!”, “Fuck me, until I’ll faint, damn it!”

↘ Who would Kurono be if he didn’t comply with these requests? So he didn’t hold back, moving his hips even harder to fully satisfy you.

↘ By the way, Hari loved to see you in this position; when you turned your back to him, full of hickeys and teeth bites. An eqpually favorite sight for gray-haired was the one when you sat on him and top over his. Often with a blindfold or gag in the mouth.

↘ After all, he was the one who expanded your toy collection with new vibrators, handcuffs or whips.

↘ “Y/N, can you handle even more fun and speed?” He asked with a low voice. Then turned you over and grab your throat. After that, with tears in your eyes, you nodded, relying on his grace.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I love your story's of overhaul they're great! May I request Kurono Hari (Chrono) who met his s/o for the first time in a meeting with overhaul. Except that she's is right hand of another boss but he doesn't know that she's an assassin who's being order to kill overhaul but refuse to kill overhaul cause of chrono. You tell them the detail and welp you know how things turn out. Sorry I'm not good at describing things well.

First time writing for Chrono! And probably last because this is shit srry anon

You suddenly heard a "click" behind you and you just smirked already knowing what was going on.

"Hello, Hari."

"Don't use my name like we're close." He spited the words getting close to your figure "Will you spit out what were you planning, or you want me to bring Overhaul and Nemoto in here?"

"Why though? I didn't exactly do anything." You spoke not even once turning around to meet the man.

"Yet." He got closer to the point his gun was just an inch from the back of your head "You were sended here by an another yakusa boss to try to kill Overhaul, do you really think I am that stupid?"

You smiled sadly, sighing a bit before answering "You're an clever man Kurono, if you already know what's going on why do you insist on this threatening?"

His hand; without his acknowledge; started to shake a bit as he holded the gun.

"Because I don't understand why haven't you try to do this already, and you don't interested on doing it... So explain yourself."

"... do I really have to?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." He headlovked you in his firm arm as he now aimed his gun in your temple. "Are you interested on something that we have? Are you scared of what Overhaul can do to you? Talk you fucking pest!"

"...Kurono I don't want you involved in this... I just care about you way too much... If I do ended up trying or somehow succeeding on the mission... You will be the one harmed..." The gun aimed in the side of your head seemed to tremble as the voice of the arrow haired man shakily asked:

"You betrayed my trust... How can you think I would just forget that after just some shit of confession?" He spited the words.

"You can do this you know... less job for you and the Shie Hassaikai, like you said, I messed up, I deserve this... So push the gate Hari, just do it... I don't want you getting in trouble because of me."

"Dammit (Y/N)..." he whispered before dropping his gun and decreasing his force on the headlock.

"Hari, I know you're faithful to him and the yakusa... Don't do this because of a silly little distration..."

He lowered his arms to your waist as he rested his forehead in your shoulder.

"Why you, of all people, had to do this?" He whispered.

You didn't respond, opting to feel his gentle subtle embrace.

"Damn you..." he whispered again, this time you felt your shoulder which Kurono was resting his head getting a little wet.

His hands now gripped your waist tighter as you placed your own on his.

"Maybe if you shut up about it, no one will discover a thing. Just change sides... enter the Shie Hassaikai instead..."

"Both of us know what happend to traitors of the yakusa."

"We will get rid of him... I know we will, it's like taking a candy from a stupid kid... Please, let me take care of this..." he turned you from now face to face.

"Hari I can't-"

"Not even a finger of your's or mine's will be cut out. Just trust me this time..."

He might had lost his trust but he couldn't just stop the sick feeling you made him have... He sure was faithful to Overhaul buy he just couldn't lose you that easy.

[plush-rabbit]

They Know Best

Warnings: Feelings of a panic attacks, abuse (a slap)

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: A sequel to Don’t Move (the tiniest bit of spice has been added because i didn’t know how to incorporate more than a pinch, im sorry ｍ(＿　＿；；ｍ)

There are conditions placed that you must agree on if you want to continue your life outside of these sad, gray walls and with a frown and sore body you can only nod your head. You’re allowed freedom as long as you don’t stray too far from home. Their words are kind and calculated, said precisely without the risk of you finding a loophole, their eyes are both cold and warm, regarding you like you are a possession but softening as you begin to tear up. Golden eyes take in your disheveled appearance and he speaks calmly to you, talking down as if you were a child, his hand covered by a white glove that circles the back of your neck. Gray eyes are the ones that you cannot meet, the ones that look upon you so coldly one second but then pull you into a tight hug with soft hands that cup your face and squish at your cheeks, a cruel smile painted on his lips as he tells you that he loves you. 

Breaking it off with your current partner is probably the most difficult thing to do. You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself focused on some type of physical pain as you tell him in person- wanting to offer at least some type of closure to the both of you. You know the type of people they are. As much as Chisaki and Kurono will sing their love and praise towards you, they won’t allow for disobedience. But if you could allow yourself for a bit of freedom, then you could pretend you were okay with the arrangement. You could trick yourself that the only reason you were dating was to rid yourself of your virginity- nothing more and nothing less.

They know what’s best for you. Of course they do. They love you. All you have to do is listen to them. As stressful as it is to be around them, they know what they’re doing. Chisaki is a leader for a reason. He’s charismatic, he knows what words to say and how to make them sound pleasing. His hatred of anything and everything filthy makes him knowledgeable about the body and his quirk only heightens that. Kurono is calculated, watching your every move in a way that makes you feel as if you’re still naked, your skin prickling as his eyes narrow at your. But with the way he softens, coming towards you and taking your hand in his, you can almost pretend that he isn’t entirely awful.

Right now, you walk willingly into the lion’s den. You follow a member of their organization, hands clutched around the strap of your purse, eyes flickering to every door that you pass as you wonder what horrors lie behind them. Somewhere, a door slams, and it echoes across the barren hallways and you take in a sharp breath of air, eyes watering and the guide turns their head towards you, taking a small pause as they watch you. You can offer them a meek smile as you nod your head and continue to walk alongside them, worrying at your bottom lip.

You could have gone out and found someone- anyone. You could have sent a secret message to your now ex-partner about how you’re being held captive with literal death as a threat. You could have found a hero, found someone with authority and begged for help but you knew of the consequences if that were to happen. You aren’t naive enough to think that they wouldn’t have someone tailing you- even as you walk in their home, a place where they would have complete and total advantage, you’re still guided. You’ve seen Chisaki angry before. It’s cold and the air around him freezes and your eyes can never linger on him for too long when he speaks in a calm voice, tight around the edges and a hand that becomes bare. You don’t disobey because you know what can happen to you if you do. 

You take so many twists and turns that you’re positive that you’re being led around in circles and even if the thought fills with a sickness that is heavy and acidic on your tongue, you want to call for Chisaki or Kurono, you want to dial a number and speak to them if only it’ll calm your nerves. 

“How much longer until we get there?” You decide to break the silence, biting your lip and already feeling your body grow flush with anxiety. The guide doesn’t stop walking, they continue and offer no acknowledgement, not a subtle shake of their head or pause in their steps and you glance at the other members who pass by and dare not to make contact with you. “Are you-” you look to a member who offers no curt nod- “Are you not allowed to talk to me?” You’re given no answer and the silence itself screams for you to run. 

Your steps are soft against the floor, stairs and doors that meh and the lack of activity and repetitiveness takes its toll on you. Your eyes sting, eyelids weighing down as your movements slow and your breath becomes softer, a steadier, slower pace as you force yourself to follow behind the person whose back blurs every time you yawn, tears that pool and fade as you blink rapidly and you want to curse at how easily tired you’ve become at the whole ordeal. You’ve been practically kidnapped and have had unspeakable things down to you in a matter of hours and you have the audacity to yawn. 

You rationalize to yourself that of course you’d feel somewhat safe- that the trauma is something that you would push to the back of your mind and force yourself to look back at it without flinching or acid rising. You’d pretend it was done out of love and the pathetic part of it all is that it partially was. 

You’ve been here plenty of times when you three were still on good terms before you had left for school. You had a home here and you knew that no matter what, you could always return home. And you have. You walked in here willingly and as your steps slow and the chilliness of the room settles, you still want them around. They were your friends, close friends since childhood, small hands that held each other and shared candy with the promise of never leaving each other. You were children, you loved them both and would cry when your favorite plush animal was torn only to sob as Chisaki touched it, reducing it to shreds and stuffing flying everywhere and it was until Kurono would force you to look again at Chisaki would you see that the comfort object was fixed, put together brand new and you’d kiss his cheek, holding his hands in yours and kissing Kurono when he’d pout at the lack of affection. You were friends. Friends that you loved dearly. Friends who now control your freedom and claim their actions as love.

You stop in front of a wooden door- solid and unblemished, with a silver handle and you look at the guide who opens the door and steps to the side allowing you to pass. Inside, Kurono has his back turned towards you, white coat stark against the warm room, soft hues of red and browns making the place seem homely and Chisaki regards you with an unreadable look, curved mask glinting off of the fluorescent lighting. You turn to say thank you to the guide, only to find them gone. 

You lick your lips, the tip of the pink muscle wetting your lips and slipping back inside, your bottom lip worrying inside and caught between your teeth in a soft bite. “Hi Chisaki. Hello Kurono.” Their names are like fire on your tongue and ice down your back, a mixture that flames your body and makes your mouth go uncomfortably dry and makes your stomach settle with frost.

“Close the door.” Chisaki’s voice is cold, and he returns his attention back to Kurono, hands fluttering against papers and placing them in a neat pile. “We’ll continue this later, Kurono. For now, we have other matters at hand.” His gaze returns to you where you click the door close, hand resting on the cool silver. 

“Should-” the word comes out in a soft whisper and with a simple clear of your throat and a together grip on the door handle, you ask- “Should I lock it?”

You can hear his steps as he walks towards you, a soft click against the floor, your hand fluttering away and you remain still, back turned and head lowered. Your heart races, beating against your chest in rapid hits feel bruising and torturous. A heavy hand falls onto your shoulder. White slithers on you, curving around and poised, the grip never soft and only firm. 

“Did you have trouble coming here?” His voice is smooth, taking on an almost caring tone, while his grip tightens. “It must have been a long walk to get here so if you’re feeling a bit tired it would be best if you sat down for the time being.” You can feel the tip of the faux plague mask brush against the back of your neck, ticking at sensitive skin. 

Your legs ache with a heaviness, the invitation of a quick rest is pleasing, your feet turning and ready to agree only until you remember where you really are and who holds your shoulder. “I wasn’t interrupting anything important, was I?” You take a slow turn, his hand falling from your shoulder and you knit your hands together in front of you, thumb rubbing above the other, as your eyes focus on the purple fluff on the collar of his jacket. “I can wait outside if you want me to.”

“There’s no need.” His hands raise as he talks, small motions as they dance in the air and you watch them for a moment too long, facing burning when his hands falter and his eyes bore into you. “Now answer the question. Are you tired?”

“There’s no need to be so pressing about the issue, Chisaki.” Ah, there he is. Quiet and collected until he’s ready to strike. “It would be best to allow them a moment. You know how stubborn they can get. Always ready to ignore their own physical health if it means they can do something else.” 

Chisaki regards you, eyes glancing down your body, slow and calculated,and his fingers twitch, curling inwards the slightest amount and when he reaches your eyes, he speaks. “Fair enough.” His hand is placed on your back, a gentle guide as you’re led to a couch, steps shuffled and slow as you wait for his push. “Rest for a second, I have to send an email but we can leave afterwards.” 

“Leave?” You turn to him, eyes widening as your wrist is grabbed and you’re pulled down to sit on the couch, knees nudging against Kurono’s and you make a noise of displeasure, a frown on your lips.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He holds your wrist gently, loose enough for you to pull away. “You just seemed tired is all.” He lets your wrist go and his hand falls onto his lap. “How has your sleeping been? You always favored the night.” Kurono’s smile is warm, a lilt of teasing laced into his words and for a second he looks like he did before everything happened- he looks like your friend. He raises a brow at you, smile raising at one point, as he nudges your knee with his.

“I- It’s been fine.” You look away and watch his hands. “School keeps me up a bit but uh, I'm fine for the most part.” His hand travels towards your leg and rests on your knee. It’s an invitation to look at him, a request that you must follow through. You nod slowly, words stuck in your throat and nervous flipping of your stomach. When you look at him, his demeanor hasn’t changed, he still looks at you with kind eyes.

“No one has been bothering you?” His words are cold, smile replaced by something more condescending. His hand leaves your knee cold and a strong arm wraps around your shoulders, the act juvenile and possessive as his fingers tap against your shoulder in an old rhythm. 

Despite his cold words, you lean into him, back against his side and you take comfort in his presence, hands twitching as you resist the urge to grab at his hand and hold it in yours. “No,” you answer truthfully. “I’ve been okay.” You pause and turn your head so your nose is pressed against his covered bicep. “Have you been okay?” There’s a harsh click in the back of the room and you correct yourself. “Have you and Chisaki been okay?”

His hand grazes down over the soft curve of your chest. A chill runs down your spine, legs that grow tense and pinch together. “We’ve been well. Chisaki has been a bit overworked as of late and in turn so have I but we’ve been well. No need to worry your pretty, little head over us.” He presses his lips against the crown of your head, nose brushing along as he trails off and rests back against the couch.

You can only nod, breathing out a soft “okay” as you force yourself to relax against him, eyes coming to a slow close, your breathing slowly regulating. It’s not the first time that you’ve been in a similar position with him, you’ve rested against him more often than with Chisaki- always too nervous about the latter’s disgust of germs and worrying that he would find you to be dirty. The impromptu cuddle-like sessions were always something that you found comfort in, always wanting to be near him and close where you could rest your head. He always smelled of something musky, a hint of sweetness laced onto it, as you laid on him and even after so long, his scent hasn’t changed, it’s intoxicating, washing away the sterile smell that filled the hallways. He holds you close, his hand a gentle brush as it moves down your body, your eyes struggling to watch as it disappears under your shirt.

His hand is cold as it moves under your shirt, softly curving of the swell of your tummy, His smile is against your neck, wide and stretching past and there’s fear that trickles where his hand rests, his hair soft against your neck and you know what exactly he can do. 

He’s gentle nonetheless. A soft breath that fans against your neck, a hint of a laugh as you stiffens and whine against the smile, turning your head, eyes wide while embarrassment and shame creeps over your body, clutching at your chest and making your heart race until you’re sure it’ll give out, tears that burn your eyes and you clutch his wrist with both hands, dull nails tugging along his wrist and fingertips that lace with his and nails that press into your soft stomach.

“Ku- Kurono,” you breathe out, his name less than a whisper. It’s a soft call towards his name, a desperate plea for him to pause his wandering hand and growing smile. There’s no guarantee that he’ll even listen- it’s not like he’s done so before. Your grip tightens around him and it does nothing to stop him, a short falter against his moving hand as it becomes weighed down.

“Hari,” he corrects, breath cool against your ear. His hand falters, the pads of his fingers soft and fluttering softly against your stomach and your grip on him tightens. “Calm down,” he coos softly, “we aren’t doing anything without your permission.” There’s a dirty look that you take to the wall, eyes narrowed and lips stretched as he lies through his teeth, sweet words that are laced with dry humor making the words bitter and your stomach twisting into knots. “The last time was simply a reminder that-”

“I know.” It’s a curt sentence, one where you cut him off in hopes of ending conversation. Tears spring in your eyes, the tight line trembling ever so slightly as he holds you close to his chest. There’s a soft thud in the room and your eyes dart over to where Chisaki looks at you with a raised brow, gloved hand on the desk, wandering fingertips leaving the desk phone. You look away. “I’m just tired from today, Hari,” you whisper, your hands falling away from his wrist, resting at your sides.

“We shouldn’t overexert them Kurono.” Chisaki’s words are clear and said with an authority you’ll never have. It cuts through the air and makes Kurono’s wandering hands still under your shirt, a slight twitch as he hears the words and you can feel his frown against your neck. “If they’re tired, we should treat them delicately.” You can hear him approach you both, his steps soft and eyes trained on you. He sits in front of you, golden eyes that pierce through yours and a soft black mask that covers his lower face, the plague mask held in his free hand. His hand reaches upwards and caresses your face, a slight nudge as he pushes you to look at him. “They’ve been so good as of late. Answering our calls, taking time out of their busy schedule to stay in contact and keep us updated about their whereabouts.” His eyes flicker to where Kurono still has his face buried against your neck. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Slowly, Kurono reveals his face, hands lowering and sliding to hold onto your waist. “I suppose you’re right. What exactly did you have in mind?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, a slight furrow of his brows and his silvery hair is soft as it presses against you.

Your hands are held in front of you, clutching at the bottom of your shirt, a heaviness against your eyes and you lean back, eliciting a soft gasp from Kurono as his arms wrap around your torso, a slight hum that vibrates in his throat. You raise your brows at Chisaki, his fingers pressing into you as he regards your reaction- a twitch of your brows and slight frown that graces your lips. 

“We should just rest for now.” A gloved hand reaches out towards you, pristine and clean, free from the filth of the world and your eyes meet his. “Don’t worry, no one is going to bother us. I’ll make sure that we remain uninterrupted.”

Your eyes glane back to the tip of the fingers that rest under the gloves. “Where are we going?”

“Just to take a nap. You must be exhausted.” His hand brushes away a stray strand of hair that falls near your eye. His touch is softer, a phantom over your flushed face, curling the strand behind your ear and his eyes squint, cheeks rising as he smiles underneath the mask. “Come along, you already seem so tired.”

When you look back to Kurono, his mask is on, concealing his features and his snowy hair hidden underneath the white fabric. The gleam of the glasses blocks you from seeing his eyes but you still feel scrutinized, hiding and curling in on yourself. When you turn back to Chisaki, his eyes are shining, the plague mask adorning his face and his hand still reached out towards you, curling his fingers with a soft twitch, beckoning for you to take his hand, a chance for you to take his hand and hold it in yours.

You stand without help, watching his hand fall and you latch onto it quickly, avoiding his gaze and your other hand reaches behind you, grasping at air as you signal for Kurono to hold your other hand. His hand slips into ours with ease, fingers interlaced as Chisaki raises a brow and follows. You both walk out the door with hands held and your face burning as you look at the ground, led by your partners.

-

The sheets are pulled taut, not a crinkle against the sheets, pillows fluffed and placed in an even number. The room is adorned with small trinkets, photographs from youth, a closet that remains closed and blankets folded at the end of the bed. Your hands tighten around both of theirs, a nervous swallow as you eye the bed, air escaping your lungs and replacing it with something dirtier, something thick and unwelcomed. Your body screams at you to run, to turn around and hide from them- from this room. 

“You can relax.” Chisaki’s voice cuts through your nervous thoughts. His hand falls from yours and instinctively, you reach out for him, raising your hand and whimpering out as you seek comfort. He gives you a mere glance, eyes wide as they meet yours, shining with something familiar, traveling down as they meet your raised hand that flutters in the air. “We’ll rest for an hour or so and then we can go out to eat dinner. Afterwards, Kurono and I have a meeting to attend. You can choose to join or wait here for us.” 

Ah, a false choice. You can’t go home- you can’t go somewhere where they can’t keep a track on you. You lower your hand and loosen your grip on Kurono, not wanting to release just yet. “And I can’t go home? I have things I need to work on.” His gloved hands remove the mask and he holds it in his hands, examining at the ridges. He chooses to ignore you and turns his back on you. “Where are we going? To eat, I mean. I’m not dressed for anything special.”

“Then you’ll be happy to know the closet is prepped with outfits that you can wear. The drawers on the dresser is for more,” Kurono pauses to think about his wording, his hands leaving yours and curving around the base of your neck, “homely outfits. Sleepwear and such.” 

“Just sleep?” You ask, the hand feeling as if it’s tightening around you, restricting all air and pressing deep into you.

“Unless you want something else- then yes. Just sleep or other comfortable outfits for you to wear while you wait here for us to finish meetings.” 

Their voice is distorted, tears filling your eyes, your mouth dry and head filled with cotton as you tense and press your nails into something soft. The voice drifts, swirling and twirling into spirals as they continue to talk, teeth digging into the soft part of your cheeks, threatening to break your skin as your mind tries to find some type of control, preventing your teeth from fully breaking your flesh and leaving you with a sharp pain that makes you whine.

Your name is called far away, echoed into the air and garbled as if underwater, hands clutch at your arms and you wonder if they’re yours. You try to breathe, your gentle breaths turning into wheezing gasps where you feel as if you’re choking and the hand around your neck tightens and curls around, squeezing at your trachea, painful and too much. You call for a name, a whisper and it leaves your mouth like shards of broken glass. And then there’s a stinging sensation across your face.

You take large gulps of air, greedy and your hand cupping at your sore cheek. You turn, a scared look in your eyes as you catch a flash of gold. You whimper, adding pressure to your face, taking a careful step backwards when hands grapes at your biceps and you bury yourself into a chest, hands leaving your face and clawing at the person’s back, soft material ruffles through your fingers and you press yourself to the person, shaking and terrified.

“You were panicking. You wouldn’t listen to me nor Kurono. The only choice I had was to hit you.” You cry and scratch at the person, their voice muffled. “I’m sorry for doing so. You must be so tired.” A hand pats your head affectionately. “Let’s get some rest, okay?” You nod your head.

You're moved to some place soft, cushioned underneath while never lifting your head from your hiding place, soft gasps replacing your wheezing and another pair of hands hold you by the waist and rub at your back and it’s much too warm but much too cold for you to leave the gentle hands. 

“You’re okay,” a soft voice coos into the back of your neck. “Just a minor panic attack. Nothing to worry yourself over, dear.” Lips flutter against the nape of your neck, gentle kisses that are pressed onto your feverish skin, peppered half against your collar and half against your skin. “Relax, there’s no need to be scared when you’re with us.” The hand curves over to your stomach, touching at the soft pouch and leaving to rest at your waist. “Just breathe.”

You do as you're told. You regulate your breathing, tears still falling and staining at the cloth under you, your hands still pulling taut at the fabric, shaking and crying as you wait for words to be whispered against your ear. 

It’s silent, the air still, save for your breathing. Your body grows weary, eyes coming to a soft close, drooping and resting against something soft, cushioned against warmth and held firmly. You’re safe, you repeat to yourself in your head, eyes coming to a soft open, green in view that is decorated with purple, and black that fills your vision.

“Chisaki,” you whisper, furrowing your brows.

“Kai,” he corrects.

Your hand covers the one at your waist. “Hari.”

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing the back of your neck. “Are you feeling better now?” You nod apprehensively. He hums at your answer. “Nonetheless-” a kiss is placed against your neck- “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

You’re held in comforting arms and despite the fading pain against your face, you aren’t forced to do anything. You lie between the both of them, held and comforted. Chisaki is still and protective, the cloth of his mask soft against your forehead while Kurono pecks at your neck, his hands never straying farther than needed. They hold you, Kurono pressing himself flush against you, pressing you closer to Chisaki. “Kai,” you mumble, breath fanning onto him. He hums in response, a small press onto your temple as a sign of acknowledgement. His name tastes odd on your tongue, weightless and soft, something overly sweet and you stay quiet, mouthing his name. He doesn’t press and continues to hold you.

“Do you need anything? I can get you water, painkillers, something sweet to eat? I wouldn’t want for you to overexert yourself again-” gloved hands cup your face, thumbs brushing your under your eyes to catch any stray tears- “especially when we aren’t going to be here. Of course, you can call us should anything go wrong but it’s a necessary precaution.”

“You’re being nice,” you whisper, shifting under their hands. 

“What are you talking about?” His words are clear, hand pausing on your face, curving over where he once slapped you not too long ago.

“You two are being nice.” You can hear Kurono hum, his soft rubbing motions, coming to a pause. 

“That’s an issue?” Kurono mumbles hotly against your skin.

“You’re never this understanding about panic attack Chi-” you catch yourself and clear your throat- “Kai. And you’re rather soft today Kurono.” Tears fill your eyes once more, a soft burning sensation as they pool in the corner of your eyes. “You aren’t angry at me and you’re giving me things and-” your breaths start to grow rapid and short, a deep inhale followed by short exhales, hands slowly curling over. Irrationality takes over. “What is it? Are you done with me? Is this like the toy’s final moments or something? It’s not- just get it over with, it isn’t nice to do this-” You yelp at a sharp pinch at your sides, whimpering out Kai’s name.

“Kurono,” he calls sharply. 

“They were panicking again,” he responds cooly. 

Kai breathes out an audible sigh. “Did we ever call you a toy?”

You shake your head, a soft “no” spilling from your lips as you curl your legs and slowly intertwine them with Kai’s.

“Did someone call you a toy?” Hari’s hand rubs over the spot where he pinched at your skin.

Once again, you shake your head and place your hand over Hari’s keeping it still.

“Why would you assume that then?” Phrased as a question, you don’t answer and whine instead, soft and low. “We’re treating you nice because you are our partner.” Lips are pressed against your skin and they’re warm to touch, hands becoming clammy, becoming self-conscious about the way they feel. “You don’t listen when we tell you things and we have to act irrational but we care for you.” Kai’s voice is calm as he speaks and you can almost imagine the way his eyes look, narrowed and dangerous, sharp and pure. “You understand that, don’t you?”

“All we want right now is for you to be rested and if laying down and holding you is too much then we can leave and you can be here alone.” Kurono’s voice is different, holding a stronger tone, hands curling and nails gently scratching against your side. “Would you like to be alone?” His voice breathes out like venom, practiced and seconded nature. 

They start to rise and their hands leave you and it's cold and the room is growing bigger, spiraling out of control and yourise, the air becoming thin and burning at your nose as you inhale. Your gasp for breath, throat dry and cold, hands reaching out with frantic motions, your nails pressed roughly against bone, a finger popping loudly as it bends. 

“No,” you cry out with a broken sob, “stay- please.” You can’t be alone in a room that smells too sterilized, the scent strong and invasive and you lower your head, letting go of their hands. Your hand claw and shake as they wrap around your arms. “I'm not used to this,” you confess, heart racing and pounding at your chest.

“Did your last partner not shower you with affection?” Hari’s voice holds a hint of amusement, smugness that cannot be hidden.

“No, that’s-”

“We told you that only we would know how to take care of you.” The bed creaks under their added weight. “But you have to trust us. We would never hurt you just to hurt you. What we do, it’s out of love for you.” A white glove is rested on your lap and a soft hand caresses your face, brushing under your lip.

“You're tense,” Kai speaks calmly.  “Why don’t you go take a shower. It’s almost time for our reservation.” His mask is pulled down, a smile hinting at his lips as he lifts his chin, looking down on you. “You have an hour. I’d make good use of it if I were you.” His lips are soft as they press against your cheek, over the mark that he left. 

“You know we’ll always take care of you.” Kurono’s hand is placed on your back, rubbing small circles onto you. “There’s no need to worry when you’re with us. We love you.” His words are sweet, brimmed with sugar and making your teeth ache.

You’re tired. Your head is still fuzzy and your mouth still too dry. There’s a feeling that settles in your stomach, nervous and churning, making you feel as if you’re going to be sick. Your leg bounces, back becoming heated, hands still on your body and there’s a dreaded feeling that looms over you, heavy and dark. “Kai,” you mumble, “Hari,” you whisper. They both answer, words overlapping with each other. “Thank you.” You thank them for the life that they’ve allowed you to live, for the love that they’ve given you.

[serostuffsmh]

— Courting Their S/O

–» Anon asked: if you’re up for requests, i saw that you wrote for Kurono as well as Chisaki a while back so if you’re into it, how do you think our fav yakuza boys would meet/court their future s/o? like what kind of gifts would they give, how would they talk to them, would they be heavy on the flirting, etc. love your writing btw ❤️💕⭐️💜

–» Pairings: overhaul x reader, kurono x reader

–» Gif credit: me, please do not use unless you have permission

Overhaul

— When he first met you the thing that was probably most special about you was your normalcy. Not possessing a quirk and no strong feelings about sick heroes or villains. It was interesting to him.

— Not letting an opportunity like this be passed up, he would offer you a job with him. He wanted to watch and study you more like one of his experiments.

— Sure, he loves your bright eyes and dimpled cheeks, but your personality was more interesting to him. You were less uptight and more carefree, naïve he thought. A quality he found annoying in some, but you were endearing.

— They are both traditional men, and all the actions they do to try to win you over involve traditional means.

— Not being the most proficient at words and Kai will avoid things like bold flirting and god forbid something dreadful like poetry.

— If he were to give you a compliment it’d be something like, “you look lovely.”

— His love language would probably be quality time or receiving gifts. Going out of his way to see you and scheduling time together as to make an effort that he has some sort of interest.

— Since buying expensive gifts might be off putting so early on, he would pay for things like your groceries, clothes that you were looking at, any trinkets that reminded him of you.

— It isn’t long before he confronts you with his feelings, being more upfront about this because it would be illogical for him to let you continue catching everyone else’s fancy.

Kurono

— What would interest him about you would be your personality, you were a kind, genuine person. Normally surrounded by coldhearted yakuza with their own ethics, it was a surprising change.

— You had a smile like sugar and a honeyed tongue to match it, usually that would mean someone is hiding ulterior motives, but you were an open book to him.

— Hari is a bit more emotional. He’s willing to be softer and caring for someone he’s interested in.

— Acts of service, helping you whenever he can, making sure you have everything you need. Things that would make your day easier.

— He is a very good at listening and will take note of anything that you mention that could be important. If you mention that your car broke down, he will make sure to call someone to fix it, things of that sort.

— He doesn’t have much experience with romance so he can be a bit awkward at times.

— Not knowing where the boundaries are and sometimes stepping on them, rushing into the relationship too quickly without taking your feelings into account. Telling him to wait for you until you’re ready should help him understand better.

— Rest assured though he won’t be looking at anyone else when he is trying to court you, he’s pretty loyal and doesn’t want to do you a disservice.

(bonus)

— It might be a little too out of character, but he would read bad poetry to you and laugh with you about it later.

[curiousquirks]

Kinktober 2022 | BNHA x Reader

Hi everyone, welcome to my Kinktober line-up/masterlist! This will be my first ever Kinktober and I’m super excited! I had fun with randomizers to help me select characters and prompts! There will be at least two kinks per character to be paired together for a small fic every single day of October. All fics will be tagged with "curiouskinks 2022"

Warning: Dark content included! Please mind the tags/content warnings given for each day!

Day 1: Sir Nighteye | Mirai Sasaki x GN!Reader

Cage | Pet Play | Obedience Such an obedient pet, always carefully following instructions just as he asked. As good pets should–always knowing their place.

Day 2: Dabi x GN!Reader

Photo/Video Recordings | Overnight Bondage Don't worry about the details, sweetheart. Dabi just needs a little something to remember you by.

Day 3: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako x GN!Reader

Fear Kink | Asphyxiation | Shock Collars Atsuhiro seems like such a gentleman, but you're just so naïve. It's one of the things he enjoyed most about finding you and he couldn't wait until you saw his surprise.

Day 4: Curious | Chitose Kizuki x AFAB!Reader

Sex Pollen | Free Use | Dirty Talk You're a loyal little toy, always available when needed for dear Chitose to let off some steam. What makes you think you have the right to beg?

Day 5: Trumpet | Koku Hanabata x GN!Reader

Eye Contact Restriction | Play Party You convinced him to let you both go to this party you heard about but only after Koku set up specific rules. You weren't allowed to look at anybody but him. That didn't mean the rule applied to him too.

Day 6: Chronostasis | Hari Kurono x GN!Reader

Somnophilia | Mindfuck Hari really feels you don't trust him. He sees no reason why you shouldn't. You'll learn quick that his methods are fucked up even when he means well.

Day 7: Edgeshot | Shinya Kamihara x AFAB!Reader

Cuckolding | Contracts | Aphrodisiacs You and Shinya had a preestablished agreement that allowed you both to fulfill aspects of your respected kinks with mutual consent. You decided to take things a step further, and he gave you his full approval.

Day 8: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Degradation | Tease And Denial Kaina thinks that you're absolutely adorable and extremely pathetic when you're begging for her attention. Shame you'll have to work for it.

Day 9: Best Jeanist | Tsunagu Hakamada x AFAB!Reader

Face Sitting | Oral Fixation You both couldn’t stop glancing at each other’s mouths and it wasn’t long before you both caved. It feels like you can't get close enough to each other.

Day 10: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x AFAB!Reader

Consensual Non-Consent | Black Sheet Party | Branding You didn't know the surprise that Kai had planned for this weekend but you were excited when he asked if you remembered your safe word. You certainly didn't expect him to ensure that everyone would truly know you were his property.

Day 11: Spinner | Shuichi Iguchi x GN!Reader

Suspension Bondage | Foot Jobs | Forced Orgasm You wanted to try out something that piqued Shuichi's interest but getting him to stop wiggling as you tied each knot was harder than you thought. Maybe you'll just need to tired him out.

Day 12: Hawks | Keigo Takami x GN!Reader

Semi-Public | Facials Being so high in the hero rankings doesn't leave Keigo with a lot of time on his hands, much to his annoyance. Both of you have to take what little time he gets, even if it's in public.

Day 13: Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama x AFAB!Reader

Fucking Machines | Vibrators Rumi couldn't have asked for a better sight to come home to: walking in on you spread out in the living room with dozens of toys scattered around. She's not wasting any time in joining either.

Day 14: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader

Vampirism | Medical Kink Soft cold fingers lay against your neck as Kai checks your pulse point. You talk about your most recent worries in regards to your health, but his eyes never left your neck.

Day 15: Trumpet | Koku Hanabata x GN!Reader

Sex Work | Humiliation | Straight Razor Shaving Mr. Hanabata had hired you, for one of your weirdest requests, but it was good money. Who'd turn down the opportunity to insult a politician.

Day 16: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Piercings | Hair Pulling | Clothed Sex The shirt Kaina was wearing clung to her chest making her nipple piercings even more visible. Your whole body felt hot as your eyes locked with hers. No words were spoken as she gave you one simple beckoning gesture.

Day 17: Chronostasis | Hari Kurono x AFAB!Reader

Sweat | Voyeurism | Dirty Dancing Hari leaned himself against your back, sweat clinging to your body as you both made as little space between you as possible. Your nails drag along the arm he snaked around your waist, as he reminded you who you belonged to.

Day 18: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x AFAB!Reader

Orgasm Control | Glove Kink The only physical touch you'll get is filtered through leather when his fingers brush against your skin before finding your center. You're under strict instruction to not touch him or yourself, and good girls follow the rules.

Day 19: All for One x AFAB!Reader

Kitten Play | Humping | Orgasm Denial Look at you being such a patient kitty, but he still hasn't given you permission. Your begging is oh so lovely though, but you better not disobey him.

Day 20: Dabi x AFAB!Reader

Breeding Kink | Choking | Mommy Kink Nails dug into your skin, as your grip around his throat tightened. His pace was bruising, and you almost didn't hear the word that left his mouth.

Day 21: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader

Tattooing | Slave Auctions Being bought by the Shie Hassaikai, hand picked by Overhaul, gave you shelter from some of the harsher choices in the auction. You were still their property though, and the fresh tattoo on your chest was a constant reminder.

Day 22: Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama x GN!Reader

Cutting | Knife Play You press the knife slowly into her flesh, blood slowly dripping following the trail, making a small cut. She hisses at the pain before leaning forward making eye contact, breaths escaping her mouth harshly, and asks for more.

Day 23: Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB!Reader

Begging | Mirror Sex | Collars A mirror was set up nearby, something Tomura only noticed when you shoved him back onto the bed. He doesn't get to focus on it long before you guide his hands up to lock the collar around your neck.

Day 24: Giran | Kagero Okuta x AFAB!Reader

Lap Dances | Body Worship Kagero's eyes never left your body as you danced, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He relaxed his arm on the back of the sofa as you walked over, his eyes not knowing where on your body to stay focused.

Day 25: Shin Nemoto x AFAB!Reader

Corsetry | Bondage | Mirrors Slender fingers carefully lacing up your corset, eyes briefly locking in the mirror in front of you two as he does. Your hands run along his body before you drag the rope along his skin, moving yourself behind him. No words spoken, only silent intimacy.

Day 26: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako x AFAB!Reader

Chains | Pussy Worship | Impregnation Cold metal chains wrapped around your wrists, digging in as you move around. Your body was sore and your breathing was rough, as your eyes struggled to stay open. Atsuhiro wasn't joking when he told you that you had a long day ahead of you.

Day 27: Dabi x AFAB!Reader

Hate Sex | Virginity Kink | Dacryphilia Your constant bitching was pissing Dabi off. You needed to get laid, and if he had to be the one to fuck you then fine. He was surprised to find out you've never done it before. Don't think he's going gentle though.

Day 28: Shin Nemoto x AFAB!Reader

Tease And Denial | Priest Kink | Formal Wear Everything about this was unholy, Shin knew this– every part of his body burning. He collapsed to his knees, with eyes that looked like they were searching to make you his new religion.

Day 29: Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB!Reader

Pegging | Praise Kink Tomura's fists were clenched tightly, his nails digging into his skin deep enough to draw blood. Ragged breaths muffled by the blanket as you whisper praise into his ear. You're the only one that gets the privilege to see him like this.

Day 30: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Guns | Drug/Alcohol Use | Aphrodisiacs It may have been a bad idea to drink while using this new pill Kaina found, knowing rationally that it would lead to bad ideas. You were waiting on the pill to kick in when you begged Kaina to see her quirk up close. She knew the pill was working while she watched you lick up the length of her gun.

Day 31: Skeptic | Tomoyasu Chikazoku x AFAB!Reader

Daddy Kink | Spit | Human Furniture How obedient you were, no matter what he told you to do. He was amused to say the least, and had been the past 20 minutes.