#yandere kurono x reader

[melancholymegumi]

melody's current thoughts . . . 💭

being overhaul’s special test subject ♡ but, you've accepted your phase and had become more comfortable around them— bratty even.

content warnings ; little space , bratty reader , hari is your main caretaker , Kai experiments on you , diapers/pull-ups, piss , they put you and treat you like a baby in the car , you wet yourself on the carseat and Kai degrades you for it, reader is an iPad kid. nothing smutty just fluff ):< (ew)

Hari was always the one who carries you, bathed you and buy you pretty toys! If, you've been good of course. He's also the one to let you hold plushies while getting absolutely tormented by Kai — Kai's against it, but let it slide as long as it doesn't interfere with the experiment.

I've always thought about this too— going somewhere far for a work trip with Kai and Hari, them forcing you to come along just to make sure you don't run away, they know you won't , but a precaution is needed.

Of course for the 5 hour long ride Hari had to put you pull-ups , maybe the ones with the pretty patterns if you're lucky. Kai also doesn't wanna admit it, but even if he's the “cleanest” he's still the dirtiest out of everyone. Forcing Hari to feed you more water and telling him to ignore you everytime you said you needed to go, soon making you wet yourself and degrades you for it. “I told you to be fucking patient and you couldn't even wait? I thought you said you were a big girl, maybe not. You're just a useless mutt who doesn't know how to follow orders and just wants to be pampered all day aren't you? Now poor Hari has to clean up your mess. Don't you feel guilty? Do we need to potty train you again?” and you're just sitting there crying , I mean how could you not? He was so mean for no reason! He was the one that ignored you.

Also, getting gifts for being good (2) !! It's nothing that you ever asks for though, you could be asking for a novel and he'll bring you back a dollhouse. After all , aren't you too little for that? Can you even read?

Hari also feeds you food. All of them are soft foods – and disgustingly healthy too. Porridge , oats , mushed up carrots even. Sometimes you get the good stuff— carbonara spaghetti (that he cuts into bite size pieces) , pancakes (with blue berries and less sugar syrup) all the good stuff. Snacks are a different story. You're only allowed to snack about 2-4 times a day, 5 if you're lucky. The snacks are always pretzels , baby carrots , veggie straws and apple sauce. All of the food that's mainly for toddlers.

If he feels nice, you could play on his iPad! Of course, Hari’s watching you if he's not there— only watching the shows he allows you to watch, and games that he approves of. The iPad had parental control too, which was always annoying. Don't let getting an iPad thru your head though— if you refuses to sleep without it, you'll be forced to sleep with a few melatonin gummies and the experiments will be done without any meds to take the pain away ♡

[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.”

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE HARI KURONO HEADCANONS

So, this guy is a FREAKING SADIST!!! And that's not a shocker considering the fact that he used to work with Overhaul

He never really had time for such a useless thing like love in his life. He always thought love was stupid and pointless and having someone else in his life would just distract him from his goals but... after he saw YOU, a pro hero, fighting against them along with the other pro heroes, for the VERY FIRST time EVER in his life, he started viewing love in a different way. He felt his heart beat go out of the roof as he saw you but he couldn't help but feel sad that you were fighting against them 

Pretty soon after the fight was over, Kurono made sure not to hurt you or even lay a finger on you since he was now OBSESSED with you. Who were you? 

He tried doing some research about you like what sort of a pro hero you were and wanted to find out more about your quirk and what all you did as a part of your daily routine 

You can BET he sent some men of his and installed cameras in YOUR OWN house to see what you were always up to. He fell in love with you even more quickly and whenever he'd see someone else step foot into your house, he'd just be raging with jealousy and anger. How DARE you do something like that? Inviting other people to your home while you have someone who's watching over you? True, you might still not know that yet so he started making his presence around you more.... conspicious aka. send you some anonymous gifts 

After a few days, you'd always get something like your favorite box of chocolates in the mail, or some sappy love letter or love poem for you and a bunch of flower bouquets and all that. For a while you thought it was cute but then it started getting out of hand when he wrote 'I love you my darling' on your bathroom mirror. And then he started doing even MORE creepy things like sending you pictures of where you're going and saying how beautiful and cute you looked and saying how he should kill those pathetic friends of yours since they're 'stealing' you away from him 

You went to the other pro heroes and told them about that person, however, those who tried helping you ended up in hospitals for many weeks after long and continuous villain attacks at 'random places' 

He decided to kidnap you as soon as possible, like maybe in a week or so since he just couldn't STAND you being around other people

When it comes to the kidnapping, I think he's just gonna ask some of his goons to drag you and drug you in an alleyway before you have the chance of using your quirk. When they bring you back to his place and when he watches you sleep, he can't help but think how innocent and cute and adorable you were for this world. You were an angel, who didn't care about things like money and fame like the other corrupt heroes. You wanted to save people and you were different from the rest.....

If he has to deal with rivals, he won't have time for that since he's going to be too busy trying to discipline you, but however, if he needs to take out his anger, he'll take it out on you and the person who's gonna get tortured and finally killed by him. Bonus, you're going to have to watch the horror show since he'll force you saying how he's going to die and it's your fault for not loving him and all that 

You'll be forced to love this sadistic person eventually. Don't EVER try getting on his bad side like trying to drive him over the edge and trying to escape. He's gonna leave you in isolation and behave in a REALLY sadistic manner with you till you're practically BEGGING him to make you feel loved by him and he'll certainly have a cocky evil smile on his lips 

He might spoil you a little bit, buying you whatever you want if you're good and he'll let you roam ONLY in the house. He can't risk you going out and no doubt he'll ask some people to always keep a close eye on you. I don't know if this guy is good at being romantic and all but let's just say that he likes holding on to your small figure and hugging you 

Overhaul will be DAMN PISSED when he sees you on his lap for meetings but eventually he'll just get used to your presence and might even offer Kurono to give you regular checkups once in a while (Oh wow, since WHEN did OVERHAUL get so NICE!!?) 

Kurono might be good to you. Just don't piss him TF off else he's gonna introduce you to his favorite knife TvT

[glassartpeasants]

MHA FIC MASTERLIST

Angst: ♧

Smut: ♡

Fluff:◇

Horror: ¤

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

Reload (1) (2) (3) ~♧♡~

Hound Dog ~♡~

Never Be Apart ~♧~

All Bark No Bite ~♡~

Tease ~♡~

I'm Sorry ~♧~

Catch Me If You Can ~♡~

My Little Pet ~♧~

Apprehended~♡~

Last Night ~♡♧~

Distraction~♡◇♧~

You Look Happier ~♧~

Love Letters ~♡◇~

Make Your Choice (1) (2) ~♡~

Fragile Hearts ~♧~

Cold Wind ~♡~

Lovely (1) (2) (3) ~♧~

Couldn't Care Less (1) (2) ~♧~

Video Games ~♡♧~

In Your Head ~♧~

In The Waves (1) (2) ~♧♡~

Blind Date ~♡~

Toxic Spaces

With That Deadly Obsession ~♧♡¤~

Happier~♧~

The Perfect Woman~♧♡~

Happily Ever After~♧~

The Girl In The Mirror ~♧~

The Backrooms ~¤♧~

Smile ~♧¤~

Fallen Out Of Love ~♧~

Just For A Second ~♧~

Our Child ~♧¤~

DABI

Heart Breaker ~♧~

Red Riding Hood ~♡~

No One But Me ~♧~

Level -998 ~¤~

Holding Onto Dying Flame ~♡♧~

A Burning Heart ~♧~

OVERHAUL / KAI CHISAKI

Fool~♧~

Listen ~♧~

Not As It Seems~♧~

Hero Wannabe (1) (2)~♧~

Petals ~♧~

Obsession~♧~

Cherry Blossom~♧~

Crying In The Club (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) *Process of getting rewritten (1) (2) (3) (4)*~♧♡◇~

Crybaby ~♧~

The Test ~♧~

The Forest ~♡~

I Can Give You Everything ~♧~

Shattered ~♧~

Like Father Like Son (1) (2) (3) ~♧~

Something Behind Closed Doors ~♧¤~

Beauty And The Beast ~♡♧~

Hiding In Plain Sight ~¤~

Calling to The Moon ~♧~

CHRONOSTASIS / HARI KURONO

Back And Forth ~♧♡~

Silver Serpent ~♡~

The Bathroom Stall ~♡~

Drowning In Sorrow ~¤♧~

SHIN NEMOTO

Storage Closet ~♡~

Silent Treatment ~♡~

GROUP ACTIVITIES

Our Literature Club (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13)

Doki Doki Literature Club Au-(SPOILERS for DDLC)-Angst Gore, death, suicide, yandere, depression *Characters include: Chronostasis (Kurono Hari), Dabi, Shigaraki, and Overhaul (Chisaki Kai)

Keep Looking

Bondage, pegging, kidnapping, non-con, dub-con, blackmail, humiliation, drugging, exhibitionism *Characters include: Chronostasis (Kurono Hari), Overhaul (Chisaki Kai)

Liar

Angst, cheating, implied sexual assault (not on reader) *Characters include Chronostasis (Kurono Hari), Overhaul (Chisaki Kai

Run Wanderer Run

Angst, horror, nonreality, mentions of death, minor and major injuires *Characters include Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi (Todoroki Touya), Overhaul (Chisaki Kai), Chronostasis (Kurono Hari)

[narumi-gens]

Triptych | "You left me alone."

Chisaki Kai x f!Reader

summary: Your life is nothing more than a triptych, a work of art in three parts with each panel depicting a distinct period — a beginning, a middle, an end. And in the triptych that is your life, the central figure has always been Chisaki Kai.

chapter warnings: 18+ minors/blank/ageless blogs dni, yandere, angst, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, emotional/psychological abuse, depression, reader stops eating, codependency, abandonment issues

notes: this is from a non-chronological series so the parts can be read in any order (or on their own). shoutout to the anon who asked me a very long time ago when their "husband" (triptych) was "coming home from war" (unofficial hiatus). he's back, bb!

words: 1.5k

SERIES MASTERLIST

The End

It’s hard to gauge time in the darkness. With no window to keep track of whether it’s day or night, the only way to track the passage of time is by the three daily meals that are left for you by a masked and silent guard. When you were first locked away, it was easy to count the meals and thus the days.

But as the days and the darkness and the isolation stretch on, your grasp on reality begins to slip. It’s difficult in the blackness to tell if your eyes are open or closed — if you’re sleeping or if you’re awake. Is this meal the first of the day or the second? Maybe it’s the third. 

The longer you spend in this room, in this cell, the more you can feel the life slowly draining from you. Eventually, you stop eating, your appetite fading altogether along with your will to keep fighting. 

Your faceless, nameless guard brings you a meal, only to take away an untouched one. You don’t know how long this goes on for. All you know is it doesn’t take long for your body to feel as fragile as your mind. 

Until one day, when the door to your prison opens and the figure holding a tray and standing in the doorway, backlit by the light from the hallway — the only light you ever see anymore — isn’t your usual guard. 

Despite the way your heart races at the sight of someone new, someone familiar, you remain still, too tired and weak to move even if you wanted to. All you can do is look at him with eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. 

“You’re not eating,” Kurono points out needlessly from the doorway. You can’t help but wonder if you’re dreaming. How long has it been since you’ve heard a voice other than the one in your head?

You watch in a daze as he walks toward you and sets the tray down on the table beside the twin-sized bed that you’ve been curled up in since you were first put here. The scent of your lunch, or maybe it’s dinner, reaches your nose and while your stomach reacts with a deep pang of hunger, you still feel no real appetite to actually eat what Kurono has brought you. 

You glance at the tray and see a shallow bowl on top. It must be a broth, something easy to digest after days — has it been days? — of eating nothing. When you look back at Kurono, you find that his head is tilted down in your direction. With his mask covering the entirety of his face, you can only assume that he’s turned his attention fully to you. 

There’s an unfamiliar sense of longing deep down inside of you. You wish he would take off the stupid mask. You’re desperate to see another person’s face.

“How-” you’re cut off by a small cough, your throat dry and scratchy, unused to speaking after so long spent alone in the dark. “How long have I been here?”

Kurono stays silent, refusing to answer your question. Against your will, tears begin to blur your vision from how much it hurts to be ignored by someone you know so well after having been locked away by yourself for so long. You must look pitiful because he softly sighs.

“You need to eat,” he says and even through your haze, you can hear his weariness. 

You wonder if he’s truly concerned or if he’s just tired of the irritable mood that Kai has surely been in since he put you here. But as you continue to stare up at him, you decide that it isn’t a fair assumption. For as long as you’ve known Kurono, whatever’s important to Kai is important to him. 

And apparently, there’s nothing of greater importance to him than you. Except for one thing…

“E-Eri,” you breathe out, a new type of desperation taking hold. “How’s Eri? Is she safe? Is she okay?”

They’re all stupid questions. Of course she isn’t safe. Of course she isn’t okay. She won’t be safe until you can take her far, far away from the Hassaikai and Kai. 

“If you don’t eat, Eri will be the one to pay.” The words are Kai’s even if they’re coming from Kurono, and they cut just the same.

Your next question escapes you before you’re even able to fully process it.

“Where’s Kai?” you rasp and you should feel embarrassed. You should feel ashamed for asking after the man who’s torturing a little girl, who incapacitated your father, who locked you away in the dark for what must have been weeks by this point. 

You should feel ashamed for asking after the man who’s been quietly controlling you and isolating you and manipulating you for your whole life. 

But you’re just so lonely. You would give anything to be free of the darkness.

Right now, you want nothing more than to see Kai, and the realization has a single tear finally escaping your eye and rolling across the bridge of your nose

“Kurono,” you weakly plead with a pathetic sniffle when he doesn’t answer you. “Hari…Where’s Kai?”

The use of his given name seems to soften his stony demeanor because he gives another quiet sigh.

“Eat,” he says, gentler this time, but you’re already beginning to spiral. The small hint of kindness he’s shown you, even when it’s dripping with pity, is too much for you to handle when you’ve been isolated and alone for so long.

“Please, tell him I don’t want to be here anymore,” you cry. You squeeze your eyes shut in a futile attempt to hold back your tears as the pillow beneath you quickly turns wet. “Tell him I’m sorry.”

The feeling of a warm hand on the side of your head has you opening your eyes back up to find Kurono now kneeling down at your bedside. His mask is held in his other hand, allowing you to see the slight frown on his lips as he watches you cry.

“You’ll feel better if you eat something,” he assures you and you want to protest, to continue to waste away into nothingness, but you remember Eri. 

Eri, who’s suffering, who’s being tortured, who will pay the price should you keep refusing to eat, who will truly have no one on her side if you disappear.

And so, after looking up at Kurono for a long moment, you weakly nod. It’s his steady hand that helps you sit up, holding you carefully but firmly when you feel lightheaded. Once he seems to think you’re no longer at risk of collapsing back onto the bed, he releases you to bring the tray to your side. 

Then, as if you’re nothing more than a child, he raises the bowl and brings a small spoonful of the broth to your chapped lips for you to sip. Anger bubbles in your stomach and you feel the urge to shove away the spoon, the bowl, and Kurono for the infantilizing behavior. 

The anger is almost a relief, letting you know that you’re capable of feeling something, anything, other than despair. But again, you think of Eri and swallow the broth without complaint. Just as you do when he gives you another spoonful and then another, eating what you’re given until you’re full, which admittedly doesn’t take too long. 

He gives you a soft smile before putting his mask back on, picking up the tray, and leaving you alone in the darkness once more. He doesn’t visit again, but the meals continue to show up on their usual schedule, three times a day, evolving from broths to more nutritious food once your stomach can handle something more. 

But one day — you’re not sure how many days later — instead of waking up to a meal, you open your eyes to find Kai sitting on the edge of your bed, patiently watching you. 

There’s a part of you that thinks you’re imagining his presence, or that maybe it’s a dream, until he places a glove-free hand on your cheek. His touch is achingly familiar and you’re overcome with self-loathing at how much comfort it provides you.

“Kai?” you breathe, tears of relief blurring your vision. His thumb gently brushes away the first one that escapes. Your own hand comes up to cover his where it cups your cheek, desperately and pathetically clinging onto him in a wordless plea for him not to let you go. 

“You said you’d never leave me alone, but you did,” you start to cry. “You left me alone.”

He lets you weep, his thumb continuing to swipe away the tears that he can catch with a touch that both burns and soothes. He offers no explanation or words of consolation, silently and calmly watching as you fall apart before him. 

It’s only when your sobs have started to die down that he encourages you to look back up at him with his touch.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he finally asks.

All you can do is move closer to him so you can bury your face in his lap as a fresh wave of tears comes over you. 

[love-toxin]

day 10, breeding; kurono.

a/n: kinktober day 10. kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, controlling behavior, manipulation, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, creampie, lemon.

word count: 1.8k

You had gotten far past being used to the occasional loud sound in the distance, or footsteps thudding through the hallways outside. But it was much different when the footsteps had come to a stop behind you, and the thud of something landing on the table snapped you out of what you had been focused on. 

You already knew who it was. If not already by the breathing at your back, but at the familiar huff when his eyes caught the books sitting open beside your laptop. Well, he was the one to buy it, but you were the only one to ever bother to use it. 

“...Welcome home.” 

Kurono didn’t even make an attempt at a response, he just reached over your shoulder and slammed the computer shut, his breath coming out in hot puffs against your ear. He was not happy, and no matter how little you had to do with it, you knew you needed to be the one to deal with the consequences.

“Is this what you’ve been doing? I told you, it’s a waste of time. What do you think you’re ever going to do with a degree?” 

He grunted, eventually straightening out and grabbing hold of your wrist, to tug you up and out of your chair and pull you towards your shared bedroom. Your eyes shifted, to take a look at the plastic bag that had been dropped on the coffee table--and what was peeking out of it, that made you want to curl up inside yourself and disappear. A pregnancy test.

“H-Hari-”

You wriggled a little bit, but it only gave him better reason to be rough with you, shoving you through the doorway and slamming the door shut behind him. His shirt was off before you could blink, his pants surely soon to follow--and when you turned to speak again, your words were swallowed in a deep, hungry kiss, one so passionate that it immediately brought a flush to your face.

“You haven’t been focused, that’s your problem. So distracted with some useless classes...that’s why we haven’t gotten our baby yet.”

Our baby. Your mind began to wander, as it usually did when he started stripping you of your clothes. It was a concept, just an idea that he had gradually become obsessed with, but Hari had already considered it to be your inevitable future. What his real motivation for having children was, you didn’t want to know completely--you knew the answer would terrify you--but the fact remained. You had some semblance of a relationship--though, not a healthy one--he provided for your basic needs, you lived in his cramped little home with him, and he wanted a baby. What would come of it after you got pregnant, after the birth and the newness of the child had worn off and become mundane, you couldn’t even comprehend. But right now, all his determination was in stripping you down, having some less than gentle sex, and making sure he didn’t hesitate to cum as deep inside you as he possibly could. 

“H-Hari-Hari, stop! Wait!”

He had already started the process, tonguing the old marks that faded against your neck, and eager to suck in some new ones--but when you raised your voice and shoved him away for the moment, his lust shifted into a cold fury in a matter of seconds. If you didn’t want to risk earning plenty of new scars, and being frozen in place while he had his way with you, you knew you needed to be keep it brief.

“I-I don’t...I don’t want a baby. I’m scared of being pregnant, o-of being a mom...b-but I want to respect your wishes, because...in some, ridiculous way, I love you..”

You knew your feelings were crazy, after all the things he had done and all the crimes he’d committed, but there was little else you could do in a situation like yours. Call it Stockholm or whatever, but being with Kurono every day and getting to know him on an intimate level, sleeping next to him and having sex and hearing him call you beautiful on those rare occasions...you had some twisted kind of love for him, and that was exactly why you had reached the conclusion that you did. 

“...S-So, if you agree to let me keep doing my courses online...then I won’t object to having your baby. I won’t fight, and I won’t make it difficult. And I’ll...I’ll try to be a good mother. I’ll raise them however you want me to.” 

You could see the anger rising hotter behind his eyes, just ready to boil over at you insinuating that you had any sort of control over him--but as your words sunk in, you could see the cogs working frantically in his brain. You would agree not to fight him about the idea of having a family, he wouldn’t have to threaten you so you would take the pregnancy tests, and...you would be able to make love for once, instead of you looking nearly lifeless as he used you for his own pleasure. You wouldn’t just be his property, anymore...you would be the perfect, well-behaved woman he had always fantasized about.

“...Fine. You can do your schooling. You’ve been a bitch about it for weeks, though...so you’d better make it up to me now. Don’t bite.”

His hands snaked around your waist, the both of you now bare and exposed to each other as per the usual for a late night...and you found it within yourself to smile at the deal you’d struck, excitement bubbling up in your chest at being able to pursue your dream. 

“..Only where it leaves a mark.”

Your fingers trailed from his neck down to his collarbone, the aftermath of so many bruises and clumsy teeth still left against his fair skin. There were plenty of these nights that you’d been more than eager, and knowing how much he actually loved the feeling of your teeth...it had made for some rather interesting mornings afterward.

“Fuck…”

At even the mention of something he would undoubtedly enjoy, his mood switched right back into lust, without a shred of hesitation. Where he had once been simply holding you, now you were pressed up against his chest, his lips brushing your ear and his cock twitching against your thigh, while he practically moaned a string of filthy words into your ear. 

“..Yeah? You wanna get all cocky with me? How about you put that energy into helping me make a baby?” 

He reached a hand down to drag lazy strokes over his dick, just a few tugs in before he was guiding it between your legs, and pushing past your lips with a brief, wet sound of resistance. Your legs wobbled, becoming too weak to hold you up, and Hari guided you back until your knees hit the bed, carefully lowering the two of you down to keep you pinned against his mattress. He pulled out for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick clit, and letting you feel how heavy it lay against your cunt...but at your soft whining he chuckled, and quit teasing as he pushed back into where he belonged. 

“You’ll be a good mommy...your tits are gonna swell up, you know? And you’re gonna have your belly all full...I’m gonna enjoy how tight your pussy is now, considering how loose you’ll be when you start pumping out our kids..”

This had been the first time you’d heard him mention anything about having more than one…but as his bucking started up, you hardly had time to think when sparks of pleasure started racing up and down your spine. Unlike some other times when you were...less than happy about being together, and he would spend time trying to coax you into doing what he wanted with little success, Hari laid into you rough from the beginning, obviously pent up enough that he was going to get everything out in one hot, breathtaking session. Your nails left deep scratches down his back, and he sank his teeth into the side of your neck, growling obscenities like he had gone feral just from his arousal alone. Or, maybe it was the scent of you when you were turned on, which he seemed to crave more than he maybe should have. 

"Maybe you should start calling me daddy, sweetheart...huh, baby? You wanna ask daddy to fuck you harder?"

You pushed against his chest--had he not been drilling his hips into yours, you probably would have rolled your eyes. But Hari just laughed, and leaned in close afterwards to bite down on your ear. 

"Even so...I think I'll enjoy calling you mommy, baby."

The low, deep way that his words rumbled in his chest made you tighten up at once, and you smothered each other’s moaning with desperate, hungry kisses. The harder he pounded your soft, pliable insides into jelly, the more submissive you felt towards your beloved--you felt like you weren’t just making love, you were being mated with...and it certainly wasn’t a feeling you were altogether opposed to. 

“H-Hari, please...c-cum for me, cum inside me..” 

Kurono groaned out loud at that, focusing all his strength into roughing you up from the inside out, his fingers eventually finding their way to rub your clit between them. The heat in the pit of your belly was growing with every rock of his hips, twisting into knots and forcing you to tense up--and then in two sharp, heavy thrusts, you were being shoved over the edge, unable to keep yourself from mewling his name as pure, fiery blood coursed through your veins. Your vision blurred, and Hari’s tongue stifled your heavy breathing as he stilled and his hips twitched against yours, buried all the way to the base as hot, thick ropes of cum spurted inside you and filled you up to spill over. 

“...Enjoy this present. This’ll be the load that knocks you up, so be a good girl and take it all..” 

He panted, looking down to see pearls of fluid drip down his cock, your pussy still clenching tight around him from how good he had fucked you, like you didn’t want to let him go. You knew it, just from the look in his eyes, without saying a word. There was almost no doubt you would be carrying his baby after this. 

“Fuck...I’m never using a condom ever again. And you’re not getting birth control again after this. We’re gonna be such a big, happy family..“

Hari stroked your hair, nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as he looked down on you, slowly rolling out the aches in his back from rutting into you like an animal. And just as an extra precaution, you felt a tear of blood roll down your cheek as his hair sliced you light enough to bleed, but not to scar. Your body shuddered and then locked into place, not able to even reciprocate the kiss he placed on your lips. 

After all, what was an hour of letting him plug you up with his cum--when you were going to spend the rest of your life caring for his sweet, beautiful little bundle of joy?

[i-cant-sing]

HI SNOW HOW ARE YOU BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS AND AMAZING GIRL, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK REMEMBER YOU'RE AMAZING!!!!

Now I have a question that I was too busy to send but I was thinking™️ about platonic yanderes and how they would react to readers first heartbreak 😔😔

Did I already mention that I love you a ton????? Well I'll say it again, ily <333

Hello sweet baby ily2.

Look any yandere, ANY YANDERE, would straight up go for torture and murder. But I'm gonna do a platonic yandere I havent talked about in a long time: Kai Chisaki.

Shie Hassaki leader Kai Chisaki who is the older brother of reader (yall can read the here).

Now Kai likes to always be in control, of both his clan and your life. He's always telling you what to do, what to eat, how to dress up, how to behave, always breathing down your neck even when you piss him off. You think he was just trying to annoy you and see if you could be trusted to be a part of his clan (even though you've specifically stated that you don't want to be a part of it, but what you want doesn't matter sweetie), but in reality, Kai is just really worried about you, almost like he's trying to make up for his absence all these years. That's why he always has someone watching you, even at the base, always has eyes on you, which is why when you kiss one of the very men he had sent to keep tabs on you, he's mad. Big mad.

However, Chronostasis convinces him not to slaughter the poor bastard just yet because now would be a great opportunity to see how honest you were and if keeping watch on you 24/7 is really necessary.

So while it eats Kai up to see some disgusting pest exchange saliva with you and infect you with their disgusting germs, he manages to postpone the murder for now.

But then 3 days later, he comes over to your room and sees you holed up there. Kai had to drag the covers off you and when he saw your red, sweaty face, Kai immediately backed up and pulled on his mask.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, assuming you got the most deadly virus, thus the reason why you had been skipping meals and not following the daily schedule he had set out for you. But when you just huff and look like you're gonna cry, Kai lets you go back to hiding under the covers. He can always ask Chronostasis whats up with you.

But when he found Chronostasis in the basement with the same dirtbag that had been kissing you, Kai was a bit confused. Wasn't it Hari who told him to wait before beating the guy up?

Hari however, understood Kai's confusion and told him that the reason why the traitor is in the basement is because he was seen cheating on Y/n. Hari had observed a change in reader's behaviour since last night, and he suspected this man to be behind it. When he checked the security tapes, he found that the man had been kissing some other girl and you were just right around the corner to see it.

But Kai, bless his dumb soul, didn't understand why that was making you sad. Surely, you didn't think it was going to lead to something serious were you?

"She's heartbroken, Kai." Hari told him. "Young naive mind, pure soul, she probably didn't think she'd be betrayed by him. If you want, I can deal with him-"

"No, I'll do it myself. Gather up everyone here, and bring me a change of clothes. Its going to be bloody after this lesson."

Now Hari has been with Kai for a long time, done all kinds of things for him. But the torture he had to witness that day was a bit disturbing, even for him. Almost made him feel bad for framing the poor guy all because he got a little jealous of you giving attention to someone else.

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Yandere Chronostasis Masterlist

Wip!!

[dearest-painter]

How Hari Kurono introduced Y/n to the Overhaul clan

TW:Unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,unwanted attention,obsession

•Less to say Y/n was a bit nervous,meeting them because their boyfriend Hari Kurono is overhaul’s assistant.

•Coming over to the place wearing a mask and gloves because Hari told you Overhaul is a germaphobe

•They all loved you!

•They asked you the reason and none reasonable questions,you couldn’t see through it

•They all agreed that they needed to protect you from anyone else

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

ST. CHISAKI'S KINKTOBER 2024

Listed below are the prompts. Peruse these and be mindful of the tags on each individual fic—reader discretion is advised. Some of these fics feature extremely dark and disturbing content. They are not meant to be a healthy depiction nor are they meant to romanticize these topics—they are horror stories and strictly fictional. Please do not let these fics and the content featured within them shape your perception of a healthy relationship and sex life. Remember, consent is the most important factor—and these things need to stay completely fictional. Do not force yourself to read or view the content if you are uncomfortable. 18+ Only!

Warning: The fics with the alchemical symbol feature extremely dark and disturbing content.

I. Foreplay/Kissing (Love Hotel)—Shinsou Hitoshi

II. Cockwarming/Begging—Yamada Hizashi 🜍

III. Somnophilia (Undead AU)—Todoroki Natsuo 🜍

IV. First Time (Student AU)—Todoroki Shouto

V. Emetophilia—Todoroki Touya 🜍

VI. Worship—Tokoyami Fumikage

VII. Roleplay—Iida Tenya

VIII. Fingering—Chisaki Kai 🜍

IX. Forced Orgasm—Chisaki Kai 🜍

X. Orgasm Denial—Sero Hanta

XI. Breeding/Non-Con (Cabin in the Woods AU)—Takami Keigo 🜍

XII. Hand Holding (During Sex)—Midoriya Izuku

XIII. Overstimulation—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XIV. Predator/Prey—Todoroki Touya and Chisaki Kai 🜍

XV. Menophilia—Akaguro Chizome

XVI. Ice Bath—Todoroki Touya 🜍

XVII. Masturbation—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XVIII. Wet Dream—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XIX. Face-Sitting—Rappa Kendou

XX. Body Modification—Todoroki Touya 🜍

XXI. Self-Harm—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXII. Exhibitionism—Monoma Neito

XXIII. Cannibalism (Trickster AU)—Todoroki Touya 🜍

XXIV. Sensory Deprivation—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXV. Power Imbalance—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXVI. Threesome (Guardian Angel/Fallen Cherub Au)—Todoroki Touya and Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXVII. Dry Humping—Todoroki Touya

XXVIII. Dacryphilia—Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXIX. Evil Twin—Todoroki Touya and Chisaki Kai 🜍

XXX. Claustrophilia—Kurono Hari 🜍

XXXI. Yandere—Chisaki Kai 🜍

[eroslove88]

Drabble: Chronostasis kidnapping Overhaul's darling because he believes that Overhaul doesn't deserve her unlike him.

Pairing: Yandere Chronostasis x Fem. Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, quirk usage, slight bondage, cunnilingus, forced orgasm, and overstimulation

Notes: Wrote this at like 11pm went to get something to eat then continued it. Anyways enjoy! This is longer than I expected.

Your body ached and your shoulder blade felt wet but hurt like hell compared to the rest of your body. There was something sticky on it too, like gauze. Still even with the pain you thought you could sleep it off but also making sure to get enough sleep before your captor Overhaul sent one of his men to wake you up.

But something was off, the room you were in was very dark- darker than the one you had originally been in but enough to still be able to see. That's when it hit you. The events of the previous day.

Like any normal day since being taken from the comfort or your home and brought the Hissaikai's base you were waken up at 7:30 sharp by one of his lackeys who's name you didn't bother remembering for their sake. Then being handed some clothes but thats where everything went off track, once you were showered and dressed Overhaul's right hand man came in and brought you breakfast like always. Only that's where everything went black, right after taking a bite you dozed off for god knows how long.

Immediately your heavy eyelids sprung open and you tried moving your heavy- paralyzed body. You body was paralyzed and you knew damn well that there was one person in the whole Hassaikai who could do that- "About time your awake" a voice said cutting you from your thoughts from where a bright light was coming from.

Something was off, you knew this voice but there's no way! "Chrono?" you asked hesitantly moving your slightly shaking irises to where the voice came from.

There stood a the silhouette of someone in a long white coat and plague mask, which confirmed your theory, "Your pretty smart, figures why Kai would want someone perfect" wait did he say- "He doesn't love you like I do"

"Chrono where am I?" you asked trying not to sound meek or stutter while also trying to change the topic and now wanting to go back with Overhaul.

"It doesn't matter" he muttered removing his long mask that covered his whole face. God he was gorgeous and maybe you would've considered fucking him if it weren't for the current situation you were in right now.

Your eyes suddenly widened when he removed his white jacket, "H-hold on!" you exclaimed trying to move something to stop him but nothing worked, you were as fast as a turtle and even if you could your wrist and ankles were bound the posts of the bed.

"I'll prove how much I love you" he said quickly cutting your bottoms and top off with a blade he always carried on him leaving you in only your bra and panties.

"Chr-Chrono let's calm down a-and talk about-" your sentence was cut off with a small yelp when he pulled you by your hips down towards him.

"Shhh" he rubbed small light circles on your thighs 3 times before slowly moving your panties down to your knees ignoring your desperate protests and pathetic whimpers.

"Just relax" he muttered looking up at you with half lided eyes.

He started of gentle with a few kitten licks on your gummy walls then going up and down your slit. But that's when he stopped at right on your cunt he mutters something looking at your flushed expression before encasing your cunt with his lips sucking on it causing moan break out from your throat in that instant. Your expressions were cute to him and it made him him want to destroy you in that moment, but he told himself to be gentle with you first. "Sh-Shit" you gasp out in between heavy breathes and pants. He smirked and focused on his goal. Nothing was distracting Hari right now, not you desperate pleading, not your juices coatings his lips & chin, not when this hair left tiny little cuts on your plush thighs, and certainly not when you yelled out his given name and came on his tongue.

"I wonder how much you can last" he mutters mouth still attached to your nub as his licks and sucking get more determined and desperate.

"N-no m-mo-more please!" you managed out feeling pleasure run through you and a knot in your stomach again. You didn't get a reply, all you did was ignite something in him to go rougher.

[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.

[inorganicone2230]

Purity (Finale Part 2 of 2) Yandere!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Finale Part 1 of 2

Summary: Overhaul meets a quirkless foreigner who holds some very interesting views on his way of thinking. The more time he spends with her, the more he wants to keep her and her purity for himself. And he has no problem with falling to the depths of obsession if it means getting what he wants.

Other Warnings: Trigger warnings, mentions of past domestic and physical abuse, blackmail, referenced kidnapping, referenced rape, referenced physical abuse/torture, emotional and mental manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, forced pregnancy, VERY YANDERE!!! See tags for more…

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

“Good night, Mama.” Kazue’s sleepy little voice whispered as you watched him snuggle down so far into his pillow and blankets that all you could see was his head of chestnut hair, a perfectly matched shade and cut to Kai’s.

“Good night, baby. Sweet dreams.” You replied, smiling and quietly closing the door just enough that some light from the hallway would leak in for him before moving onto Eri’s room. 

Kazue was such an easy child to raise, probably because he took after his father in so many ways. He adored Kai and wanted to be just like him when he grew up, and it was a notion that you were still slowly coming to terms with. Now that he had a better handle on it, Kai and some of the other Precepts were just beginning to teach him how to fight and use his quirk, which had developed a little over a year ago and it was giving you some major anxiety, even if, rationally, you knew it was a necessary thing to do. He was your baby boy after all, and you hated the thought of him being put in any kind of danger, regardless if it was in a controlled environment or not. But, as Kai had so logically pointed out, he needed to learn how to control his quirk early on, because if he didn’t, he could become a serious threat to himself and to others.

The question of whether or not Kazue would even develop a quirk at all was always a hot topic amongst those in yours and Kai’s ‘inner circle’, what with you being quirkless and all, and a few of them, your sister included, had even started betting on the outcome. So the day it finally happened, when Kazue had been throwing a rarely seen temper tantrum and unintentionally overhauled a small toy that had been in his hand, it came as a bit of a shock.

As expected, Kazue’s own quirk was nearly identical to Kai’s in every way, except for one, that being his didn’t work on organic material. Kai had actually breathed a sigh of relief when that particular detail had come to light.

When you asked him about it that night, as the two of you laid in bed and he rested the side of his head on your stomach while you traced idle patterns on the skin of his bare back. He told you the story of how his quirk was so late to develop, that he was actually thought to be quirkless himself. His birth parents weren’t kind people by any means, and having a supposedly quirkless son was like receiving a slap in the face to them. His mother, thankfully, ignored him most of the time, but his father was much more keen on showing his displeasure via his fists, and one day, during a particularly harsh beating, he’d lifted a hand to try and fend off a punch to the face, and the moment his father’s fist collided with it, he’d exploded in a shower of blood and gore. His mother had come in only a few seconds later, took one look at the bloody sight and fainted before she could even scream. He’d walk out of the house right after that, with nothing but the clothes he had on, and he never once bothered to look back.

He’d only been ten at the time, and he spent the next year and a half living on the streets. He practiced alone and taught himself how to use and control his quirk, learning its limits and what exactly he could do with it, scavenging for food in dumpsters or stealing what he needed from other street rats or homeless people. And that’s how he’d lived, until the old man, Pops, had found him and taken him in.

That’s why he was so relieved that Kazue wouldn’t ever have to worry about accidentally overhauling anyone. He didn’t feel guilty about how his father died, but he didn’t want his own son to have to go through the potential guilt if he unintentionally hurt a loved one. 

Kai, as a father, did have many good qualities that you could see your children picking up on, like his excellent manners and his penchant for cleanliness and organization, but there were also many you hoped they would never inherit or try to emulate, like his anger and controlling attitude. But even those traits had tempered over the years since your son’s birth, and though you still harbored a deep resentment in regards to the hand life had dealt you, you were now a big enough person to admit that Kai was a wonderful father. It didn’t erase his past sins or mean he was now an inherently better person, because you knew that his newfound gentleness and more mellow temper only extended to a select few people outside of you and the children, but it was a continued step in a better direction. And given the circumstances that brought you all to this point, you could surmise that this was better than nothing.

As you approached Eri’s bedroom a little ways down the hall, you smiled at the brightly painted purple door. It was adorned with a multitude of colorful stickers, ranging from pretty butterflies and fairies, to cartoonishly styled items of food; like a dancing hamburger and a very shiny pile of takoyaki. But what stood out the most was the chalkboard she had hung there last year. She wrote down a weekly list of everything she planned on cooking for the week and encouraged everyone who had access to it to write down suggestions. There was even a step stool left next to the door so that she and Kazue could easily reach it.

And speaking of Kazue, you noticed right away that he had jotted down, in his own messy script, a suggestion for homemade dino-nuggies, and right below that was an agreement from Rappa, though he had specified that they be manly dino-nuggies, whatever that meant. Even Kai had made a suggestion, this one for the beef stew with star anise, the very same one she’d been making the first time she called him ‘Papa’. It was a personal favorite of his, and while you weren’t sure if Eri knew the specific reason as to why, she always made it every time he asked for it.

Knocking on the door, you waited to be given permission before entering.

Eri, now eleven years old, was sitting up in her pink canopy bed, the room bathed in the twinkling of tea lights and the warm glow of the lamps she preferred to use for lighting over the brighter overhead light.

She was writing down notes in one of her many journals while she watched a cooking show on the TV and smiled when you came in. It came as quite the surprise to you when Kai got her the large flat-screen and set it up with a few streaming services for her, especially since he normally didn’t care for television in the slightest. When you asked him about it, he told you that he just wanted to do what he could to encourage her passions, and since he couldn’t hire a teacher or send her to a culinary school, for obvious reasons, this was the next best option he could think of. He even got her a tablet that she could use for when she was in the kitchen, to look things up and watch videos for more complicated steps and recipes.

Like with all things though, Kai had certainly covered all his bases where this aspect of your lives was concerned.

Any devices you all had access to were specifically designed and programmed to avoid being able to contact anyone from the outside world. Kai controlled all the passwords and had the internet usage heavily monitored at all times, and while you tried your best to ignore that detail, you wouldn’t deny that you had tried logging into some of your old social media accounts on your own tablet back when he first gifted it to you, only to find that access to such sites were totally blocked. You couldn’t even contact site moderators or IT for any of the sites and apps you were permitted to use.

“Hey there, Sweetheart!” You said cheerfully, pushing all those thoughts to the back of your mind as you closed the door behind you.

“Hey, Mama! What’s up?” She asked, scooting over to make room for you on the bed.

You took a seat beside her. “Nothing much, I just got Kazue to finally settle down for the night and I thought I’d come say good night to you.” You peeked at her notebook and then up at the television where a man in a stage kitchen was currently explaining how to make what appeared to be a somewhat complicated looking pastry dish, possibly a soufflé from the looks of it. “What new delicacy are you coming up with now?” You asked her.

“A dessert omelet!” She replied, her eyes shining like they always did when talking about food. “I have some eggs and fruit I need to use up, so I thought I’d give this recipe a try and fill them with fresh fruit and maybe some honey or whipped cream.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the eagerness and joy that laced her tone. This beautiful young lady sitting beside you was so far removed from the lonely, isolated and abused child you had met all those years ago that they may as well have been two completely different people. She hadn’t been triggered or had a nightmare about the past in so long, and you prayed every day that they would never return and she could stay this happy forever and always.

“I look forward to trying them!” You told her. “I never would have thought about treating an omelet like a crepe, but now that you’ve mentioned it, it definitely sounds like it could be a good combination.” 

Eri smiled and nodded along happily. “I know Papa will probably want strawberries with his, and since he doesn’t care for anything super sweet, I bet I can replace the whipped cream with slightly sweetened yogurt or cream cheese.” She tapped her pencil against her chin and rattled off a list of all the items she had and what everyone would likely prefer with their omelet before turning to you. “Is there anything special that you want with yours, Mama?” 

You thought about it for a moment. “I definitely want some mandarin slices in mine, but other than that, it's the chef's choice.”

She smiled at you, as bright as the sun and quickly made a note of it in her journal and you got up to gather her dirty clothes into the hamper, intending to do some laundry tonight or tomorrow.

“Hay, Mama?” You heard her ask a few moments later, and the suddenly morose tone to her usually chipper voice had you immediately turning to give her your full attention.

Her head was downcast and you could see that whatever was on her mind, it was enough to make her feel like she couldn’t make eye contact with you.

“What is it, honey?” You asked gently, giving her plenty of time to voice what it was she wanted to say while you took up your seat beside her again.

“Well… it’s just…” She trailed off, biting her bottom lip and nervously wringing her hands in her lap before she finally got the words out.

“You’re not… upset or anything?”

You blinked at her like an owl, completely confused as to what she could be referring to. Had you done or said something to make her believe you were upset with her? Or had you made a negative looking facial expression?

“Eri, sweetheart, why would you think that?” You asked her worriedly. “What’s this about?”

She shrugged her slim shoulders and ducked her head further down. “I don’t know.” She whispered softly. “I guess I just got worried that my question from earlier today had upset you. You seemed really shocked by it and I can’t stop thinking that I did something wrong by mentioning it.”

It took your brain a second to catch up with what she was saying, but when it did, you breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to wrap her up in a tight hug.

“Oh, my baby girl, you don’t need to worry about that.” You assured her, kissing the top of her head. “It did surprise me when you asked it, but not in a bad way, and I’d certainly never get upset with you for voicing anything like that out loud. You didn’t do anything wrong and I am so sorry if my reaction made you think that you had.” You gave her another tight squeeze. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t ask me things or be open with me about your thoughts and feelings. You understand?”

You felt her relax, lean into the embrace and nod in confirmation. “Thanks, Mama.” She said, nuzzling her head under your chin and you could hear the smile in her voice. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Always and forever.”

—————

You were in the midst of folding some of the laundry when Kai finally walked into the bedroom and he flashed you a tired smile as he came over to plant a small kiss on the apple of your cheek, one of the few physical touches you permitted him. You weren’t sure why you allowed it, in fact, you couldn’t even really remember when exactly you had started to allow it, but it never really seemed like a big deal, so it continued.

“How was your day?” He asked, his tone sounding exhausted, but he seemed content as he took a pile of the folded clothes from you and walked over to start depositing them in the drawers of one of the dressers.

“Same as usual.” You replied, hanging another one of his shirts on a hanger to put in his closet later and hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the strained nervousness in your voice. “How about yours, did the meeting go well?”

You saw his back go rigid for half a second before he resumed sorting the clothes into their respective drawers. “No.” He replied tightly. “Tensions were high, insults were thrown, and it ended… badly for them.”

You knew that particular phrase was code for ‘they did something to piss me off and now they’re all dead’. It was a notion you wished wholeheartedly that you weren’t so familiar with, especially not when it was an aspect of life your own son was going to have to face and deal with one day when he really started to learn the ropes from Kai, but it was undeniably a part of your life that you had, sadly, just gotten used to. And you hated yourself even more when you felt yourself biting back a small smile, because you knew exactly what it was that had put him on edge and set him off today.

You truly hadn’t meant to let his name slip out last night, but you couldn’t stop yourself from remembering the way his cock used to fill you up so perfectly, and you had been so deep in the fantasy that it had just rolled off your tongue without a second thought.

Kai had well and truly ruined you forever, you couldn’t even get off anymore without thinking of him or having him in the room with you. You knew how wrong it all was, how sick it made you, and you’d certainly berated yourself enough for it over the years. Every time you let your thoughts drift to him when you touched yourself, you hated yourself for not feeling as guilty about it as you probably should have. Every time you watched and listened to him fuck himself with his own hand, with your name on his lips, you felt yourself rising higher and higher to new forms of self loathing because you know your continued participation in, whatever this was between the two of you, was all the encouragement he needed. It was wrong on so many levels, but at some point in the last few years, you weren’t sure when exactly, you had completely given up on trying to quell those feelings and desires. It didn’t make you feel any less guilty about it after the fact, but you eventually learned that, in order to hold onto your sanity, you needed to take what comforts you could in your situation.

And physical touch had been the start of it.

You fought off that need for contact as long as you could, that urge you felt to be held in a strong embrace, and not just anyone’s arms, but his, in Kai’s specifically. And it all came to a head that night, when he’d told you about his adoptive father’s passing and you’d opened up your arms to him for the first time. You told yourself that it was mutually beneficial, that you’d get to have that itch scratched a little and you wouldn’t have to explain your reasoning too much because it could be written off as an act of compassion for the grieving father of your children. It was a win-win situation all around… or it should’ve been, if you weren’t so weak.

The familiarity of his warm body pressing against you like that had been like a balm that you hadn’t even realized you’d needed and missed until that moment.

You told yourself that you would secretly enjoy it only for as long as the night allowed and then you’d go cold turkey again, but when that next evening rolled around and the itch only grew worse, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it again, and again, and again. Every night, for months afterward, you told yourself that it would be the last, but the last night never came, and after a while, you stopped trying to fool yourself all together.

But reacquainting yourself with the intimate feel of Kai’s body during these nightly embraces had the unfortunate side effect of slowly reawakening yet another urge you now seemed wholly incapable of controlling. 

Your libido. 

When you caught Kai in the act of getting himself off that day in his office, you suddenly realized that your memory did him a great disservice. You had forgotten just how thick he was, even when compared against the size of his own large hand, the way his face looked when he was lost in pleasure, how he would grit his teeth as he tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as possible, even the way his eyes would glaze over and grow heavy lidded when release finally washed over him, all of those details were pale and drab within the confines of your memory. You’d been so desperate to get away, not just because you were disgusted with him and knowing he was watching what could only be his own personal spank-bank material featuring you and he, but because you had a brief thought that maybe you should just put yourself out of your misery and go climb into his lap and sink down on his cock. That thought, no matter how fleeting it might have been, was too much for you to handle and made you feel so unbelievably dirty.

You’d tried to ignore it, had tried to suppress that freshly reawakened feeling for the remainder of the day, but it just got worse and worse as the day wore on. Because unlike Kai, you hadn’t taken the time to get yourself off in the years since Kazue was born, not even once.

Once you were no longer being forced to endure an overwhelming amount of sexual stimulation, you found that you just had no desire to partake in it of your own accord for quite some time. That’s not to say the urge wasn’t there, you just didn’t have the mindset to want to indulge it. Kai’s treatment of your body had left you feeling disgusted with yourself. You knew that it wasn’t true and none of it had been your fault, but all the same, you still felt used and dirty. The day you woke up after your accident and Kai informed you of his decision to end all the intimacy of your relationship, you had accused him of being a sex addict, but for a while there afterwards, you didn’t feel like you were much better.

And the weeks and months following the accident had been… difficult, to say the least.

Without Kai’s hands constantly grabbing for you in his usual touch-starved manner, you almost felt more naked than all the times before when he’d actually had you bare before him. Intimacy with him had become such a common and expected occurrence in your day to day life, and when it suddenly stopped so abruptly, you honestly hadn’t been too sure what to do or how to feel. No matter how uncomfortable and unwanted the feeling was, no matter how much you tried telling yourself that it wasn't true, you genuinely felt like you had no other value outside of what pleasures your body could offer him.

But that one night, after spending the whole day with thoughts of him clouding your mind, all you had wanted was to make him suffer just the tiniest bit alongside you. 

Your little stunt with the vibrator had been a risky gamble, and a small part of you had been understandably worried that it would backfire on you and cause him to snap. But a much larger part, that part that was now capable of silently admitting to yourself what a wonderful father he was, that was the piece of you that knew he wouldn’t do anything, that he’d likely never do anything to hurt you ever again.

If nothing else, Kai had proven himself in that regard at the very least these last few years, and…

“(Y/N)?”

You jerked back in surprise when you felt warm fingers brushing your cheek and came out of your engrossing thoughts to find Kai kneeling before you with a look of confused worry on handsome face.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked gently. “I called out to you a few times, but you’ve just been staring blankly at that shirt you’re holding.”

You looked down to where he indicated at your hands and, sure enough, you had been wringing the fabric in your clammy hands so much that it was totally wrinkled and would need to be thrown back in the dryer for a few minutes.

Looking back up at him, you did your best to give him a reassuring smile and set the now wrinkled shirt aside and picked up another one to fold.

“I’m fine, I just have something on my mind, it’s nothing to worry about, I promise.” You told him, praying that he’d drop it and leave it alone, even as a small traitorous hope for the exact opposite bloomed in your chest when you remembered that this was Kai Chisaki you were dealing with, the man was completely incapable of dropping anything if he thought it was a hindrance on your well-being or mental state. His forceful pushiness might have mellowed out over the years, but just because his tactics had changed didn’t mean he hadn’t found other ways of getting you to talk to him about the things on your mind.

He stiffened a bit, probably not thrilled that you were keeping things from him, even if you told him they were inconsequential, but he nodded and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before slowly rising back up to his feet.

“If you’re sure, just know that I’m here if you want to talk about it.” He picked up the last little pile of clothes to put away in the drawers and walked back over to the dresser, but he continued to speak. “I know you usually talk to your sister about the things that trouble you, and what with our history together, I can’t reasonably blame you for not wanting to let me in, but I’d truly like for you to share your burdens with me, even if you think I won’t like what you have to say.”

The words he spoke rolled around in your mind at lightning speed for only a handful of seconds as you contemplated just how much what you were considering could fuck everything up for you and everyone else if it went sour, Kai included, but in the end, you found yourself unable to hold them back this time.

“Eri just asked me a question today that I wasn’t sure how to properly respond to, that’s all.”

You tried to say the sentence as nonchalantly as possible, but it still felt as if you blurted them out like utter word vomit and you cringed.

If Kai noticed or cared about that detail though, he didn’t even so much as show it, however, you could see a notable change in his posture, even with his back still turned he now had every single one of his senses trained on you, totally eager to listen to whatever it was you had to say, no matter how mundane or trivial it might be. You didn’t often talk to him about things that you found stressful or upsetting, even when those topics concerned the children, not unless you felt it was important for him to be made aware of. And you supposed this was probably one of those times, as you’d rather bring it up with him first before Eri had a chance to corner him with the same question.

“Oh?” He asked a bit breathlessly and chuckled awkwardly. “Please don’t tell me it’s time to give her ‘the talk’, because I’m not so sure I’m ready for that conversation either.” His attempt at humor to help ease you into the conversation was not lost on you and you couldn’t stop the small grateful smile that tugged at your lips as a result.

But you very quickly wiped the smile off of your face and squared your shoulders in preparation for the inevitable. There was no going back now, and this time, you didn’t let the pacing or tone of what you said next belie any of what you were truly feeling.

“She asked me if she was ever going to get another little sister?”

…

…

…

The entire world seemed to pause at that, waiting in stilled silence as the words you just spoke hung in the air between the two of you, and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell what his reaction was going to be. He was as tense and as rigid as a bowstring, but with his back turned towards you, you couldn’t see his facial expression to gauge how he might be feeling. So, you held your breath in anticipation and prayed with all your heart that telling him this wouldn’t prove itself to be a colossal mistake on your part.

When Kai did eventually speak, his voice sounded hoarse and breathless, the sound barely above a whisper. “What-” He cleared his throat as the words caught. “What did you tell her?”

You breathed a sigh of relief when he asked that and it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders. 

“I told her the truth.” You said softly, fiddling with the buttons on the shirt in your hands. “I told her that it was something for me and you to discuss privately with each other.”

Kai also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at this and finally turned to face you. His expression was one of the softest you’d ever seen on him and his golden eyes were filled with such hope and stark longing that, had you been standing, it may very well have brought you to your knees. His own legs seemed to be shaking enough for the both of you anyway, and you briefly worried that he might just collapse then and there.

But he quickly pressed for you to go on, urging you to rip the bandaid off and cease the torment.

“And are we… discussing it?”

Before responding, you wondered how it had come to this. How in the span of a single day, you could go from loathing him, yourself, and all the things he made you feel for him, to smiling and wanting to talk about the absurdity of having another child with him, only for those feelings of contempt to circle back around and confuse you all the more. You shouldn’t want this, not with him at least, but you did. You never would have chosen to have your children with him, but now that he was their father, you would never leave or go back and change it, even if you were given the opportunity. Eri and Kazue loved and adored him, and if anything were to happen to him or take him away, it would break their hearts and you would never be able to endure that.

A therapist or even a more rational person might tell you that you had likely developed some form of Stockholm syndrome, and they would probably be right, but you were simply past the point of caring about that anymore. You would never be able to forgive him and forget about all he had done to you, and you were willing to acknowledge that you may come to regret this decision by the time morning came, but for now, this was what you wanted.

Taking a deep breath, you let the words go free and prepared yourself for what was to come, be it either good or bad.

“I want to have another baby, Kai.”

The look of absolute wonder and happiness that overtook his face was enough to make your heart flutter and you wholeheartedly expected him to rush for you, to grab up into his arms in a fit of joy and overzealous passion before dragging you to the bed to keep you there for the rest of the night.

But that’s not at all what happened…

Instead, an almost sad smile replaced the previous exuberance of his expression and he turned his back on you to continue putting away the laundry of all things, while you were left reeling from the confusion of it.

But Kai didn’t leave you in the dark regarding his unexpected behavior for very long at least as his next words answered the unspoken question.

“We’ll go and talk to Dr.Takani tomorrow and see what can be done.” He said, his tone far too even and nonchalant for it to be anything other than forced. “Our options might be limited since we can’t go to a hospital, but I promise we’ll figure out a way to make this happen.”

Your mouth was hanging open by this point and you didn’t even try to hold back the note of alarm that made your voice sound shrill and choked.

“What options? What are you talking about, Kai?”

Kai’s chuckle wasn’t one of amusement as he responded very bitterly. “Well, how else are we going to get you pregnant without IVF or artificial insemination?”

Your answer was immediate and without any hint of hesitation as you quietly whispered. “I just assumed we’d go about it the natural way… by having sex.”

You heard him let out a soft sound that was somewhere between a moan of pleasure fueled frustration, and a groan of pain as his hands went white knuckled gripping the top of the dresser.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N), I just… I just can’t.”

…

…

…

The rejection, no matter how confusing and unexpected it was, shouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest, but it did, it really did. It tore something open in your chest that you weren’t sure could ever be repaired as tears, hot and shameful, burned your vision.

“You don’t want me…”

You didn’t intend to say it out loud, but you did, and you honestly weren’t sure if you meant for it to be taken as a question or as an accusation, but either way, it most certainly got a reaction out of him as Kai whirled around to face you, his face a mask of utter shock and confusion.

“What?!” He frantically replied. “Of course I still want you, how could you ever assume anything else after you’ve laid in bed with me and watched me stroke my cock I don’t even know how many times over the years?”

Now you were the one that was confused, even as a sense of uncomfortable relief settled over you at the knowledge that he still found you desirable.

“I don’t understand.” You whispered softly.

He looked as if he didn’t want to continue having this conversation at all, but he must have known that you wouldn’t drop it so easily, because he sighed in that particular way that told you he was about to tell you something that he thought you likely wouldn’t approve of.

“I want you, sweetheart, I want you so fucking bad it hurts, but I can’t have sex with you because I don’t trust myself to have the willpower to stop once you do get pregnant.” Was his quiet confession. “I told you before that if you ever came back to me for sex that things would go right back to the way they were, but over time, I’ve found I don’t want things to go back to that.” It was like the floodgates had opened and now that he had started, he couldn’t seem to stop. “I swear, I will do whatever it takes to give us another child if that is what you really want, but not at the expense of sacrificing all the progress we have made together these last few years.”

Your jaw was practically touching the floor, because that wasn’t at all what you had been expecting him to say, not that you had any idea what you were expecting in the first place, but it certainly wasn’t this level of selflessness. 

Over time, you had come to accept and even appreciate that Kai did truly love you in his own way, and that he felt a great deal of genuine remorse for much of what he had put you through. Not all of it of course, there was only so much a person could do to grow and overcome the faults so deeply ingrained in them, but considering how things had started, this was a massive improvement. The old Kai would have taken full advantage of this situation and forced you to continue to have sex with him regardless of whether or not you only wanted it to go on just long enough for you to get pregnant. For him to turn down the opportunity to sleep with you after five years of celibacy, all because he didn’t want to risk turning back into that monster he had been, the monster you had hated so vehemently,  it somehow made you all the more confident in your decision to end this standoff between the two of you.

Sex with Kai, as well as the prospect of having another child with him had both been subjects that were on your mind for far longer than you cared to admit, and in truth, you had settled on your decision a while ago, you just hadn’t been able to find the right time or way to broach the topic with him before now. But when Eri had so casually asked you her question today as you came into the kitchen to make some tea, you had known right away that now was as good a time as any. And your sweet, perfect daughter, who always knew how to help others, even when she wasn’t aware of it, had given you, not just a reason to bring it up, but the courage to do it as well.

Now you only needed to convince Kai that you wanted this just as badly as he no doubt did.

“And if I told you that I wouldn’t want it to stop even after I got pregnant?”

Kai shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed as he leaned back against the dresser for support. “Please don’t do this, (Y/N).” He quietly begged you, his voice straining as if he were in pain. “Not unless you are absolutely certain that this is what you want.”

You watched him for a long while, taking in the way he held himself back, all because he was scared that he might ruin the progress you and he had made together, and you suddenly knew what you needed to do.

By now, you knew that words alone weren’t going to be enough to convince him that you were confident in your decision on this matter, you were going to need to show him that you wanted him. So you didn’t give yourself the opportunity to second guess your choice in action as you stood up from the loveseat and slowly began stripping away articles of your clothing, piece by piece, never once breaking eye contact with him.

You had long since stopped being nervous or ashamed of your body and the way Kai would ogle it at every opportunity he was given, so even after five years, getting naked for him was an easy task, even if it should have made your skin crawl. You had once been indifferent to it, but not anymore, now you wanted his eyes on you, and wanted his hands and mouth and cock on and inside you even more.

He watched you now, every movement you made, with an all consuming intensity that had never been stronger, not even at the very beginning of all this madness. You once felt like he looked at you as nothing more than an object, like a doll or a piece of art, but not this time, now he looked at you dumbstruck, as if he was seeing you for the very first time. And you found you rather appreciated it now.

Once you were fully naked, it only took a handful of strides to reach him and you had to bite back a small smile at the way he gripped the top of the dresser even harder, like he was needing to fight for control of his own body, or else he’d lunge at you. You really wished he would, because you wanted him just as needy and desperate as you felt. You were so wet at this point, the moisture slicking up your thighs enough that Kai could likely already see the evidence of it himself. He wouldn’t even need to bother with the foreplay, though you wouldn’t object if he ended up needing to have a taste of you beforehand, you certainly wanted to taste him just as badly. You were surprised to realize that he had never insisted on the two of you trying out a sixty-nine position, so perhaps that’s something you could convince him to try with you later, once you’d taken him inside of you a few times.

Standing less than a foot away from him now, you had to tilt your head up to look at him, but not before taking a long and obvious look at the already hard and straining bulge in his pants before dragging your eyes up to meet the molten gold of his own.

“Can you honestly tell me that you don’t believe I know what I’m saying, Kai?” You quietly asked, your voice steady and strong, though breathy and full of want.

He swallowed thickly, the sound so audible that it may as well have been a curse word for all it gave away about what his decision would ultimately be.

“(Y/N)… I-” He dragged his gaze over every bare inch of your exposed body and you felt it like a caress on your skin. “Fuck…”

“I know who it is that I want.” Reaching out, you boldly placed your hand on his chest, just over his heart and rubbed your thumb back and forth against the spot as you took that final step forward and pressed yourself flush against him, your aching breasts and tender nipples pressing into his beautifully chiseled abdomen.

“And who I want, is you, Kai.” 

—————

Kai was going to combust into flames, he was absolutely convinced that this conversation was going to be the final death of him and very soon his soul was going to be thrown down into some burning cell deep in the blackest pits of Hell. 

He had never seen a more beautiful or seductive sight in all his life, and were it not for the way his cock positively throbbed in the confines of his pants, he might very well have thought he was dreaming this up right now. But none of his prior dreams about you, and there had been a lot of them over the years, none of them had ever been quite so vivid and true to life as this moment right here.

He had imagined this so many times before, each fantasy more beautiful and too painful to hope for than the last, and yet none of them could compare to the real thing.

The instant you’d mentioned having another baby, he’d felt his heart soar with unbridled happiness for one blinding moment, and then the fear had taken hold of him. The same fear that had plagued him every night since the first time you had been brave enough let him watch while you pleasured yourself beside him in bed, the fear that he would very soon lose control of himself and once again begin taking what he wanted from you by force. His decision to cut out all forms of intimacy with you for the last five years had been one of the hardest endeavors of his young life, but it had also been the most fulfilling. He’d never realized just how little he knew about you until he no longer had the haze of sex and carnal pleasure clouding his mind, and what he’d learned and witnessed had made him love you all the more. He still viewed you as his, he didn’t think he was capable of not feeling entitled to you, but the overwhelming sense of  territorial possessiveness had lessened considerably over time. 

He so desperately wanted to believe that he was capable of showing you the restraint and patience that you deserved, but he was truly terrified that one taste of you would be all it would take to undo the years of progress he’d made. Because if he took this step with you, and in the morning you said it was a mistake, he didn’t know what he’d do. The last time you willingly sought him out for sex had ended disastrously, not that you had any memory of what truly happened that day, but he did, and the thought that it could potentially happen again was terrifying to him.

However, he also knew you well enough to know just how stubborn you could be, and that you were always the type of person who would never willingly do or say things you didn’t mean. And the way you were looking at him right now, combined with the confidence in your tone and posture, it was cracking his already weak resolve.

So maybe, just maybe, if you, the one most harmed by all of this, were willing to set aside the past and try to move forward, perhaps he finally could as well.

“(Y/N)…” His breath hitched when your smile turned a little devious and you pressed your bare chest more firmly against him.

“Yes, Kai?” You asked sweetly.

Kai didn’t know where this teasing sensuality you were displaying had come from, but it was driving him mad. He wanted to touch you so badly, to drag his lips and hands over every single part of you and listen to you moan for him, to reacquaint himself with the familiarity of your beautiful body, and to see up close all the ways it had changed since you had first given birth. He was especially fascinated by the handful of stretch marks you had gained during and after your pregnancy. He knew you bore them on your breasts and stomach, but the ones he really wanted to see were the ones on your inner thighs. Those ones he had only ever caught brief glimpses of and he always fantasized about tracing them with his lips and tongue while he slowly made his way up to feast on your sweet and needy little cunt.

But, before he could even consider getting to any of that, he needed to make sure that this is what you truly wanted, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re sure this is what you really want?” He whispered. “I swear to you, sweetheart, I won’t hold it against you if you say ‘no’. We can find another way for you to get pregnant that doesn’t involve crossing this line, but if we do this, you need to know that I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to show this same kind of restraint again if you change your mind in the morning or even later on down the road.” He paused and took a deep steadying breath before continuing. “I don’t want to be that monster you knew me as ever again, (Y/N). So if you have any doubts about this decision, then I beg of you, please, back out now, before this situation has the chance to escalate past the point of no return.”

There, he’d said what he needed to say, and now the ball was in your court, the decision was now yours to make, the way it always should have been, and he quietly waited with baited breath, both eager and hesitant at the same time to learn what your final response was going to be, and thankfully, you weren’t cruel enough to make him wait for too long to hear what that response was.

—————

You slid your hands up his body until one cupped his cheek and the other rested at the back of his neck, then you flashed him another soft smile as your eyes darkened with raw want and desire, desire for him. 

“Kai, my answer is still the same; I want you.” Your thumb traced lazy circles on the back of his neck while you continued to speak, and the way he practically melted into your touch sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “The fact that you are so concerned about potentially hurting me and regressing back into your old habits is enough to give me confidence that you won’t. I trust you to take care of me and to respect my limits in a way you never did before, and if I ever feel like it’s too much or that I can’t take it, I promise I’ll let you know and we’ll figure it out together.”

You watched him close his eyes and slowly exhale a few seconds later, all the tension leaving his body at once as one of his hands reached up to rest over top of your own. He gently squeezed your fingers and turned his face into your still open palm to lay a kiss there, and you could have sworn he was breathing you in while he did it. The you from five years ago would have found the display annoying and disgusting, but the you of the present couldn’t seem to adequately focus on anything past the pounding of your own heartbeat sounding in your ears and the unbearable ache pulsating between your legs as Kai turned his ravenous gaze back to yours.

Once again you were expecting him to leap upon you with five years worth of pent up passion and need, and once again he thoroughly surprised you by finding yet another way to stall what you now knew was an undeniable inevitability as he shifted to pull out his phone and scroll for a number before bring it up to his ear.

The whole while, his eyes never left yours and they all but screamed the one single word that you knew your own were echoing back…

Finally.

—————

Kai’s hyper focused attention never once left your face as he pulled out his phone and selected the first number on his speed-dial list.

It rang three times before the recipient answered, and Kai was far too preoccupied to even care as he watched the tip of your pretty little tongue slip out to wet your lips, lips he soon planned to have his own against, and possibly wrapped around his cock later, if you were willing.

“Hello?” 

Hari’s voice sounded raspy and breathless as he answered and Kai didn’t need more than one guess to know what must be causing it so late into the evening, especially with Rappa out of town at the moment.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been jealous or even envious over such a fact, but considering why he was making this call to his second in the first place, he couldn’t bring himself to give two flying shits this time. As long as his order was fallowed to the letter, Hari could still be sliding his cock between your sisters legs for all the fucks he had to give, all he cared about at the moment was passing along his message and turning his full attention back onto you.

“I need you to personally handle everything we have going on for the next week.” He quietly ordered, smirking down at you when your eyes widened and you mouthed back the words, ‘a week’. “Reschedule, shuffle things around, go to the meetings and distributions in my place; I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen, but I don’t want to hear one word about our business or dealings for the next seven days, not unless the issue is of apocalyptic proportions. Have I made myself clear, Chrono?”

Kai knew that Hari likely wanted to ask a series of questions, and he no doubt would the next time they saw each other, but for now, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and simply do as he was told.

“Yes, I understand.” His second in command responded obediently, but with obvious confusion. “I’ll see to it that you are left completely undisturbed for as long as you wish, and I’ll make sure everyone else is aware of it as well and the consequences that will come if they disregard the order.”

“Good.” Was all Kai said before he ended the call and tossed his phone aside with a careless flick of the wrist, and all the while his attention never strayed away from you. In fact, it only seemed to grow more intense with every passing second as he debated on whether or not he should be the one to make the first move and end this rather enticing stare down the two of you were having.

Thankfully though, and much like all of this evening so far, you took the decision right out of his hands as you smiled up at him and said the words that ripped open the floodgates.

“Well then, Kai, you have an entire week away from work to spend with me.” You said, your voice light and teasing as you pressed ever closer to him, stretching up on the tips of your toes to brush your lips against his own trembling mouth. “Whatever shall we do to pass the time?”

—————

Hari’s confusion was near palpable as he stared down at the dark screen of his phone wondering what in the hell that was all about. It wasn’t like Kai to take that much time away from work and the organization, and if there was some kind of emergency in the compound or with you or the children, his phone would have already been blowing up about it.

So what then could it be?

“Are you so obtuse that you can’t see what this is?”

Hari looked over to the other side of the bed and frowned to see that (Name) was already in the process of getting dressed to leave and the now familiar disappointment that followed that realization was more than enough to make him temporarily forget about Kai’s mysterious order.

“You’re leaving already?” He asked, not caring if he sounded like a petulant child. 

“Yes.” Your sister responded, rolling her eyes as she wiggled herself back into her pants and proceeded to put on her bra. “I’m likely going to be responsible for the kids for the majority of the week, and I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

Hari cocked his head, still confused. “Why do you think that?”

She raised one eyebrow and gave him an expression that just screamed, ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’. It was a look he’d grown accustomed to receiving from her over the years and somehow, it always sent a spike of pleasure zinging through him. He’d never admit it aloud, but he rather enjoyed letting her dominate him in bed and take the lead on occasion. Unlike Kai, he didn’t always feel an overwhelming urge to be in control of all things at every moment of the day, and he’d never been shy about being upfront with his bedroom partners in that regard. It just so happened that the woman standing before him now was perfectly comfortable with such things. Of course, he wasn’t at all opposed to being the one in charge either, but when he spent everyday ordering others around, it was something of a relief to not have to worry about it once in a while and be the one getting pampered.

“Because him and my sister are, in all likelihood, currently in the process of fucking each other’s brains out as we speak.” She replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, you must have picked up on the way they’ve been eye-fucking one another at every opportunity they get lately, they haven’t exactly been subtle about it.”

Hari’s facial expression didn’t give it away, but as the words settled over him, he had to admit that he felt rather inept for not having thought of it himself. There were only so many things that could pull Kai away from his duties for such a long period of time, and if all was well with Eri and Kazue, then your sister was right, the only other option was you. 

“What do you think brought this on?” He asked casually, hoping that if he kept her talking long enough, he might just be able to convince her to stay for another round, or even the whole night.

“Hard to say.” She was currently in the process of looking for her socks and shoes as she went on. “But I’m betting it probably has something to do with Eri asking for a little sister and (Y/N) having baby fever.”

At the mention of pregnancy, Hari couldn’t help but imagine what (Name) would look like all round and full with his own child and he silently wondered if she herself ever had thoughts of being a mother. But he shook those thoughts away, there was no point in dwelling on them at the moment, especially since she’d gotten an IUD a few years ago and was still more than regularly sharing herself with Rappa. 

The thought of the lumbering buffoon and the following wave of jealousy was enough to soften his cock when he remembered that she never had any qualms about sharing a bed with Rappa afterwards, but never did so with him.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight instead of going back downstairs?” He quickly suggested it before he could rethink the offer. He could already see that she was opening her mouth to object, but he interjected before she could even get the words out. “Just to sleep.” He clarified, raising his hand in a peaceful gesture. “I know you prefer your room downstairs, but if you have to spend the week up here in the house anyway, why not stay here with me tonight and we can get you a room set up near the children tomorrow .”

(Name) didn’t say a word to him for a few long moments and just as he was about to rescind the offer, she finally spoke.

“I suppose that could work.” She said, eyeing him wearily.

Hari felt his face beginning to light up, only to have that joy dim just the slightest bit when she continued on.

“But I’m sleeping with my shirt and underwear on, and I am sure as fuck not going to cuddle with you. You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine, got it?” She spat, her tone leaving no room for arguments or anything else as she stiffly began taking her clothes off again.

Despite his disappointment that he wouldn’t get to feel her in his arms tonight, Hari still couldn’t keep the small smile off his face as he watched her strip and stiffly climb back into the bed and wiggle under the covers.

Perhaps there was some hope for him after all, and he’d just need to take some baby steps to get there.

—————

Buttery soft sunshine was what you awoke to, but it was the soft kisses being left all along your shoulders and the back of your neck that kept you from dozing back off into peaceful slumber.

You smiled in contentment and lifted your arm, reaching it behind you to tangle your fingers in the soft chestnut strands of Kai’s hair while you arched your back in a small stretch, making extra certain that your bare ass rubbed against his already straining cock in the process.

“Good morning.” You whispered, your voice still thick with sleep and a tad bit hoarse from all the moaning and screaming you’d done the night before, even as your body fully responded to his gentle ministrations.

You felt him smile in response and his grip on your hip tightened as he groaned, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and grinding his pelvis against the plump cheeks of your ass.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He moaned, and opened his mouth to suck on the soft skin just below your ear. His hips were already picking up a steady rhythm as he slid his cock up and down between your ass cheeks and you pushed back with equal fervor. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you, my love, never.”

You shifted to roll over onto your back and look up at him, smiling as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. The sunlight streaming in through the windows highlighted him like a halo and made it seem as though his golden eyes were sparkling, although, from the blissfully happy smile on his face, that sparkle may not have been entirely a trick of the light.

The previous night had been wonderful and amazing, it had been everything you wanted and yet nothing like what you had expected. You had anticipated being tossed down on the bed and fucked hard and fast like a bitch in heat for the first few times, because there were definitely multiple rounds, but instead, Kai had been insistent on treating you with such tender love and care. He asked you at every opportunity throughout the night if what he was doing was to your liking, not because he wanted your enthusiasm to help inflate his ego, but because he just genuinely wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything he did. From the way he kissed you, to every position he put you in, every new-not-new action was followed through only after he had received your verbal consent. It was very much appreciated, but after a while, you had gotten so amusingly annoyed by it that you had at point told him that if he did so one more time, you’d gag him with your underwear.

The look of shock that had overtaken his face had been purely priceless, as had been the uproarious laughter that had erupted from him a few moments afterwards.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked cautiously, no doubt worried you might have come to regret your decision while in the cold light of the day.

You grinned up at him fiendishly. “A little sore and stiff, but it’s in all the best ways possible, so I don’t mind.”

Kai frowned a bit, pulling back the blanket to scan your body from head to toe, as if he expected to find your body littered with bruises and other injuries. Then he turned his eyes back towards your own and you could easily see the lingering guilt that shined there. It would be some time yet before he felt relieved enough to let go of it, if ever let go of it at all.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” He repeated. “You can tell me, I promise I won’t be angry.”

“I’m sure.” Then you lifted your arms, opening them up and motioning for him to return to them. “Now would you please come back over here, I was enjoying those cuddles.”

Kai, for his part, was convinced that this all must be a dream, a very wonderful one to be sure, but still a dream. But as he slipped back into the warm cradle of your arms and felt you begin your usual habit of tracing teasing lines and patterns across his back with the tips of your fingers, he knew this was real. Somehow, you had found it in your heart to try and move past the horrible things he’d done in order to have a fresh start with him. He knew you hadn’t necessarily forgiven him, he wasn’t even sure he deserved this second chance, let alone forgiveness, not when he couldn’t entirely forgive himself, but if this is what you wanted, then he would happily accept whatever bits of yourself you wanted to bestow upon him.

The two of you laid there in peaceful silence for quite some time, occasionally running a hand over one another or laying kisses wherever your lips could reach, just to remind one another that this was indeed real and not some fantasy.

“What are you thinking about?” Kai asked softly when you had been silent for longer than usual.

The two of you had switched positions at one point and now you were the one resting your head on Kai’s broad pectoral, still idly tracing patterns on the skin of his stomach and smiling devilishly whenever his hips would jerk and his cock gave a noticeable twitch. It wouldn’t take too much effort to slip a little further down and wrap your lips around him, and had he not just asked you a question, you would have done just that without a moment's hesitation.

“Nothing really, just thinking about how much I lo-”

The words slipped out so naturally that you almost didn’t catch yourself in time.

Both of you stiffened and the room went deathly quiet as the gravity of what you almost finished saying hit you both like a freight train. Your mind was in a tizzy, trying to come up with every line in existence to excuse what it was you almost just said. You don’t even know where the words came from, they just slipped out so smoothly, like saying it was the easiest thing you’d ever done. 

As if they were true!

But they weren’t true, they couldn’t be true…

Could they?

Yes, you had grown to care for and appreciate Kai as the father of your children and even as a companion, enough so that you wanted to have more children with him, but that didn’t mean you… felt that way about him… did it?

“(Y/N)?” Kai called out your name softly, pulling you from your wild and chaotic thoughts.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I couldn’t quite make out what you were saying. Can you repeat that for me?” He asked with forced casualness.

You were so blindsided and confused that it took a moment for you to recognize what was happening, but when you did, the painful tension drained away in an instant as you realized what he was doing.

Kai was offering you an out, to chance to back away from this topic for the time being, until you were ready to face it, IF you were ever ready to face it.

You wished wholeheartedly that you weren’t such a fucking coward, but so much had happened in so short a time between the two of you, and dealing with this, on top of everything else, was just asking for too much.

So you took that out, shelving the topic to be addressed at another time… or possibly never.

You cleared your throat. “I… I was only saying that I love… love what a wonderful father you are.” You said quietly, and patted yourself on the back that at least you were able to admit this truth. “Mistakes of the past or not, you always take such good care of them, of us, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

Kai’s arms tightened around you instantly as he laid a gentle kiss to the top of your head, breathing in your delectable scent, now mingled with his own. “I will always take care of you. The three of you, hopefully soon-to-be four, are my whole world. I love you all from the bottom of my heart, and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you, even if it kills me in the process. I swear it, my love.”

Your answering nod was all he needed to know you understood and believed him, and soon, the two of you once again lapsed back into that easy and comfortable silence, basking in the morning sun and perfectly content to let the future play out however it saw fit to do so.

And while you might not ever be able to say those three little words back to him, that was fine, because for now, this was all either of you needed.

                                     The End

That is a wrap folks! Purity is officially completed!

3 years, 30 chapters, and nearly 200k words later and I honestly can’t believe I managed to finally finish it! It has been one hell of a ride from start to finish, and I just want to thank all of you for the absolutely amazing support you all have shown throughout the entire process. Whether you’ve been here from the very beginning or if you came in halfway through, or even if you’ve only just now found this, thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

But the one I want to thank the most is one of my best and dearest friends, @talpup​, who has been with me from the very beginning, before I even started posting. Brainstorming ideas with me and allowing me to subject them to my never-ending slew of scene and detail changes, they have been my biggest supporter by far and I can quite honestly say this blog would not be active anymore were it not for them. I probably would have given up on this story and writing post worthy content a long time ago had I not met you my friend, this story is as much yours as it is mine and I hope you know how much I love and appreciate you! ❤️

So, to conclude, if ever there was a time to let me know your thoughts on the story as a whole, now is that time. I know this kinda happy/bittersweet ending might seem very lackluster and an ill-fit for what this fic started out as, but I hope that everyone who reads it can find at least a few satisfying conclusions throughout it. But this is how I always intended for the story to end and I, as the writer, am very pleased with it, and to me, that’s really all that matters. 😊

Thank you all, enjoy!

[static-fanatic-1]

Your Blog ist amazing💖💖 I Love it and I am waiting in the corner for the updates💕🌺 but I would like to inquire something. Since it's November, I would like to know how Illumi, Silva, Chrollo, Kurapika, Feitan, Milluki, Overhaul, Setsuno, Chronostasis, Tamaki and Shigaraki react when their darling force them to 'No Nut November'?

Geezuz Christmas it’s already November, it was just yesterday where I was moping about forgetting a Halloween special. I’ll get something out (who knows when) for Halloween.

No Nut November

Shigaraki:

How hard is it normally; kinda hard. Now, it’s impossible, why would you do this to him?

The poor villain sees you and gets a stiffy, accidentally sees your panties under your skirt and gets a boner. Literally anything and he wants to slide his manhood into you and plow you into the ground.

If you ask him to not but for the stupid internet thing, he will do one of two things. He will either do it behind your back when he just can’t help himself, or he will grab you and fuck you right there saying “It doesn’t count if it’s inside, right?”

Tamaki:

Normally he doesn’t really masterbate so it’s easy, but with you just can’t help it. The challenge is at medium.

Now this is a boy we sympathize for. You accidentally do something that makes him horny and he can’t help himself. He will be in his dorm room, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes in shame as he strokes himself for a release.

Tamaki will madly blush when you jokingly tell him not to nut. He will take the challenge though, even if it was a joke, but he just can’t help himself. Seriously he wouldn’t really be like this, nor would be have to try to hard, but that accidental panty shot was too much.

Chronostasis:

Easy, now and then. Not even a challenge for this man. I don’t think he masterbates, like he can but he just never feels like it ya’ know?

That being said, I don’t really see him being a sexual deviant either. If you go up to him and jokingly say “It’s No Nut November Hari.” He will just stare at you with a ‘seriously?’ expression.

Setsuno:

He doesn’t really care about ‘No Nut November’ but when the challenge actually faces him and he has you being all cute and shit, how dare you.

He will probably try and play along for a while, just to amuse himself and you, but if he feels like it he definitely won’t stop. He’ll be pretty chill with the whole ordeal.

Overhaul:

Probably heard about ‘NNN’ but never questioned it any further. You might have to explain what it is and when you do he will just stare at you with a discusseded expression. Not even a challenge.

Never touches himself, when he does it’s with a tissue, lotion and a fire. No way in hell will he ‘normally’ masterbate without being a clean freak. So this whole thing is nothing to him.

Honestly he thinks it’s kinda gross, just why?

Milluki:

Secretly he wants to challenge himself, but he never does in the end. With you it would be pretty difficult.

He would give a pissy pout and proceed to ignore your remark. He won’t do it in front of you, he did take the challenge because he couldn’t say no to a challenge, but it won’t stop him from being sneaky.

Of course because you mentioned it he will actually take the challenge more seriously, though don’t get your hopes up.

Feitan:

He never cared about it from the beginning, but he will probably find it easy.

Feitan might take the challenge just for shits and giggles. He passes with flying colors because honestly he doesn’t need to masterbate to get off. A little bit of torture is good enough to keep him satisfied.

If you provoke him, that’s a different story. He will use you as he sees fit to get his rocks off all while not failing No Nut November.

Kurapika:

Probably never masterbated before, he just never really cared for pleasure until you showed up. With you doing something super cute it’d be pretty hard, but you won’t know unless you see right?

When you sleep, only if you are just too cute, is when he masterbates. You will also never know becaus sthere is no evidence, and he never looks less tense than he always does.

You pretty much just think he is immune to self-pleasure because he just doesn’t seem like the type. Not to mention there is nothing saying otherwise.

Chrollo:

Honestly, he is like Overhaul in the sense he never really knew about ‘No Nut November’. But it’s an easy challenge for sure.

He’ll amuse you for entertainment, and depending on how the month goes he might just complete it because it doesn’t really matter to him.

Though I think there is a slim possibility that he might endings a little, only with you of course. I mean it’s more fun if you both fail right?

Silva:

If he wants to feel pleasure, he will. Trust me when I say it’d be a worse idea to even talk about it, besides does ‘NNN’ only count if you masterbate?

Your little request means nothing to him, he will stare at you disapprovingly before stuffing you with his dick.

This sexual deviant does not care.

Illumi:

He didn’t even know about it, nor does he care. He’s never masterbated before and he doesn’t see the point in it. Besides like his dad does it count if it’s in you?

He will ignore you for sure, simply pumping you full for his desired family.

The whole No Nut November just goes completely over his head. Illumi will listen to you, question you about why, and then ignore it becaus she finds in inefficient in creating a family.

[angelamajiki]

19 and 38 with Chronostasis...

[ chronostasis AKA kurono hari ]

19. “I know it hurts honey, but that's what happens when you don't listen to me.”

38. “You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby.”

Escaping the Shie Hassaikai compound was no small feat. Considering your captor’s quirk, it would be nearly impossible to outrun him. An attempt would only be successful if he weren't alerted of it.

Making your way through the twisting, underground halls, you decided that his time away with Overhaul discussing business with other groups would be the best time to attempt an escape. Freedom was licking at your heels as you made it above ground, feeling the sun kiss your skin for what felt like the first time in years. Lunging for the main door, you gasped when it already began to open and uncovered Hari on the other side.

The hour hand shot out of his hood and briefly pierced your skin before retreating. An uncomfortable silence fell over the both of you as you stumbled to the floor and let out a whimper.

“I know it hurts, honey, but that's what happens when you don't listen to what I say,” he whispered, crouching down to your form on the floor and tugged a rope out from his coat. “I thought I told you to stay put while I was away.”

The gang member did quick work to wrap your still body up in the rope and ensure that after his quirk wore off, your physique would still be immobilized. Finishing the last knot, Hari stood up and inspected his handy work.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. I wonder if I should leave you out here for the other members to have since you don't seem to enjoy my company.”

A cruel chuckle filled the air as he saw the panic wash over your face.

“You really think I would share? Don't be so stupid.”

Picking up your body, Hari made his way back to your shared room for a proper punishment.

[plush-rabbit]

A Bundle of Joy

Warnings: Forced Impregnation, Non-Con

Word Count: 3.1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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