Can we have Ren/Fox (TPOF) and Mc with a child?Long after Fox decided to stay with MC, they both had a daughter (probably not something with consent and a bit of Stockholm syndrome).The daughter asks her mother how she got the scars and this makes MC have memories of post-traumatic stress.
I was so tickled by this ask that I started manically typing out a response for it nearly as soon as I saw it in my ask box (which at this point, was quite some time ago. Forgive me, I am a mess lul). I wrote the whole damn thing in a fit of passion, excited to release it into the world⦠But ultimately hated it and thought it was garbo, so I scrapped it and tried again. Wrote a second iteration and thought āhell yeah, this is it!!! Sick!ā, but then I read it AND HATED THAT ONE TOO AAAHHH!!!
I rewrote this⦠so muchā¦
But I never give up on my dreams, and you shouldnāt either! Persevere! Donāt give up on yourself! Hereās your daily motivation for the day! Keep writing even it makes you cry!!! :D
Anyway, so I wrote this third one, comprised of new stuff and the stuff I actually did like from the first two stabs, and it ended up being the one. Truly it is a Frankenstein of a fic lol. Regardless of all the reworking, I had a lot of fun writing this and enjoyed the prompt very much!!! I I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. :)
Iām sorry if the writing seems a tad too mature for the readerās daughter in this, writing children isnāt my forte. ^^;
Due to the nature of this fic, IT IS 18+ ONLY!!! Thank you!
WARNINGS: Incessant mentions of abuse of all kinds for reader and mentions of physical abuse for her child!!! Reader is heavily scarred from said abuse and thatās a main theme in this fic so please avoid if that is upsetting to you. Also, though not the main focus, there are multiple mentions of child abuse in this fic, as well a part where reader goes off verbally on her child, so please be mindful of that as well! Other things of note: reader is a parent in this (which you can probably tell by the prev warning lol), reader getting hurt, blood, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, being held against your will/isolation, mentions of noncon, sad family stuff :(
Diminishing rays of afternoon light splayed through the open window of your quaint living room, casting a comforting orange glow over everything they touched. The light gave the environment an ethereal and nostalgic feel, wrapping you in peaceful warmth as the sun sunk lower and lower. The loveseat you occupied was plush and inviting, and a mug of your favorite tea stood at the ready on the small coffee table beside you, steadily cooling with help from the last hurrah of winter blowing in gently from the outside. Besides the slight chill, the wind brought with it the heavy scent of freshly bloomed flowers, a delightful precursor to the oncoming spring.
Relishing the rare moment of serenity, you couldnāt help but wish that all your days could be this lovely.
You smiled down at your daughter who sat perched in your lap, happily flipping through the newest gift she had acquired from her Father- a thick picture book full of bright illustrations highlighting various exotic animals. As it lay sprawled across her tiny lap, her chubby finger pointed out each animal she took an interest in, her high pitched voice chirping away as she explained what she liked about the creatures. She got particularly excited when she spotted the page full of foxes, jabbing at the red one feverishly as she exclaimed āits daddy!ā
Spotting the foxes began her down a path of assigning an animal to not just herself, but you as well. She didnāt find it fair that only her father had kin in the animal world, even though you pointed out that she technically did as well by sharing half the manās blood. Your revelation did little to deter her, she wanted something new, something just for herself, and she wasnāt going to stop until she found her perfect soul animal. So she continued on, scanning each page in earnest until she found a creature that suited her.
She ended up picking a bunny for herself, supplying you with a comprehensive reason as to why she chose it. As she explained in great length, skimping no details, you couldnāt help but hold back laughter. She spoke as if she were a professor teaching a class, and you did your best to keep a straight face as she yammered on with her shoddy reasoning, deep down knowing she only picked a rabbit because of how cute they are.
After she was done waxing poetic about bunnies, she continued scouring the book, coming to a halt once she reached the wild cat section. She stopped with a gasp, beaming up at you as she pressed her finger firmly against one of the images on the page.
āMommy this one is you!ā
Your eyes traveled to the picture she was rapidly tapping, āAn African Wildcat, huh?ā You smirked down at the little girl in amusement, āWhy did you pick that one for me?ā
āBecause it looks just like you!ā
You chuckled at her enthusiasm, āIt looks like me? How so?ā
āIt has marks just like you do!ā
Her innocuous words sent a chill up your spine. Eying the stripes that crossed the catās legs, you felt a great unease begin to overtake your body. Her reasoning was not lost on you, the cats coat did quite resemble the jagged scars that covered nearly every inch of your body, and just like the feline in her book, your limbs were the most prominent location of said āmarkingsā. You quickly shook your head, not wanting to dwell on it further. In hopes of moving on from the subject, the outpouring of words that flew from your mouth were jumbled and messy.
āO-oh, I see,ā you stuttered, clearing your throat to steady your voice, āwell you certainly picked a cute animal for me! Thank you baby, it was a good choice.ā
She smiled at you innocently, a gesture that usually made your heart melt with affection. But as her tiny hands moved from the book to your arms, that smile did nothing but fill you with dread, the realization that you wouldnāt be getting out of this sticky situation hitting you like a brick to the face.Ā
āYeah mommy, the kittyās marks are just like these ones,ā her stubby fingers gently traced the old wounds, a look of reverence reflected on her cherubic features. āThey make you look like that kitty mommy,ā her little voice cooed, āI like them a lot!ā
Your muscles constricted at her words, a slight tremor coursing through you as you involuntarily tightened your grip on her. She took note of this, looking up at your strained features with a puzzled expression on her face.
āDonāt be sad mommy,ā she spoke assuredly, āI really do like them! I think they are pretty!ā
Her words burned you, scorching the inside of your frozen shell of a body, leaving you feeling sickly and discombobulated. The room around you started to spin in a hazy blur, a wave of nausea making you nearly wretch. Your breathing grew erratic as you tried to calm yourself, inwardly repeating that your daughter was just a child, a little girl barely four years of age who had an incredibly limited view of the world. Her words were not meant to upset you. Her opinions were coming from a place of total naivety.
Yet still, the mental assurance did little to help with the extremely uncomfortable position you now founds yourself in. It wasnāt as if this was her first time noticing your scars. She had mentioned them before, her curious mind trying to piece together the reason that her arms appeared different from your own. Each time she brought your old wounds up you couldnāt help but feel flustered, responding with weak explanations and misdirection to try and quickly brush off her questioning.
The marks came from a silly mistake, or a childhood accident, or from a careless moment when mommy should have been paying more attention. It was always excuses on repeat. How many lies had you told her on this topic alone?
But even if they were lies, it beat telling her the truth. You didnāt want to have to explain where the scars on your body actually came from to anyone, let alone a child, and especially not to your own daughter. How could you possibly word it gently, or in a way that she would understand, when you barely understood why you had them yourself? How could you look her in the eye and tell her that these markings were a permanent sign that you had been very, very hurt and that it was her own fathers hands that inflicted the pain?
Reliving the horrific moments that left your body in such a state was overwhelming enough on its own, but to also have to lay bare her fatherās sins, relay to her the unsavory proclivities of a man who she idolized and adored, was not something you were keen on doing.
She didnāt know her daddy like you knew him. She was ignorant to the constant state of concern you lived in, unaware of the worries that plagued your mind and kept you up each night. All the troubles of the hell she had been born into were completely lost on the small, carefree girl.
But honestly that was for the best. You had made an unspoken promise the moment she entered your life that you would protect her no matter what. From the day of her birth onward it became your mission to keep her as happy and healthy as possible.
Ren had broken you, but she did not have to suffer the same fate.
At this point in her life, your daughter knew nothing of her daddyās profession or āhobbiesā, and you wanted it to remain that way for as long as possible, if not for the rest of her life. You dreaded each time Ren came home from an auction, terrified he may let casually slip too many details about his ālively clientā or that he would carelessly step through the door with the stains of his liaisons still littering his clothes. Your daughter was at an age where she was brimming with questions, and she was relentless in getting answers to each question she asked. Everything had to be explained in complete detail for her to be satisfied, drop the subject, and move on. She was a smart little thing, possibly too smart for her own good. You highly doubted a silly joke or wave of the hand would assuage her whirring mind should Ren grow too impetuous in her presence.
And should her questioning become too pesky, you fretted over what Renās reaction to it may be. The more you tried to avoid thinking about it the more you seemed to fixate on the topic, pondering just how much goading it would take from your daughter before his temper would rear its ugly head. Ā You, above anyone, had firsthand experience in just how volatile the man could be, the scars that littered your body a testament to his turbulent emotions and violent outbursts.
Looking back on it now, itās a wonder you survived any of it at all.
Ren often told you he loved you, each confession spoken through honeyed words that spilled from his lips easily and often. Ā And while you didnāt doubt those words (you knew better than to, at this point), you also knew his sweet nothings werenāt merely a term of endearment, they also served as your curse. He loved you, but he also loved your fealty to him, your adoration and worship of him and only him. Should you not reciprocate his feelings as quickly or ardently as he expected, the mere thought of whatever punishment he would concoct was enough to send you into a debilitating panic attack.
There were few things he loathed more than when you flinched from his affection or if you exhibited any sign of distress towards his presence, especially after he had spent so many years going above and beyond to provide for you, devote himself to you. You had learned early on to keel any feelings of aversion you had to his advances, several of your more prominent scars a brutal reminder of that misstep alone.
Ā If your daughter uncovered the truth and saw her father for who he truly was, if she began to fear him the way you feared him, how would he respond?Ā If not only his partner, but his own daughter started shying away from him, what length would he go to to correct this behavior?
Dwelling on it made your skin crawl.
But perhaps all of your worries were asinine. Despite his inclination for cruelty, Ren had never so much as raised a hand towards your daughter, even when she did act up. If anything, he was overprotective of her, barely letting her move faster than a brisk jog lest she fall and hurt herself. He hated seeing his little girl experience even a modicum of physical pain, mentioning to you previously that were he able, heād keep her locked up in a padded room all day and night to prevent any foreseeable accidents or injuries. Surely it was just his idea of a joke, but the insinuation still made you cringe.
It was almost comical, just how greatly the manifestation of his affection for her differed from how he showed his love for you.
His domineering nature shielded her from experiencing any true pain. Every scrape, bruise, and cut she ever received was superficial, nothing that caused major bleeding or left a lasting impression. She had no way of knowing what had been done to you to cause the scars that marred your form, the torment and hell you experienced with each slash, smack, burn. Hell, she probably didnāt even really understand what a scar actually was. All she knew was that her mommy and daddy had strange marks on their skin that didnāt follow any kind of set pattern, weird jagged lines and indents that her soft skin was curiously free from. The mystery of it all was as puzzling to her young mind as it was enticing.
However, some mysteries were best left unsolved, and just as with each other time she brought up this hot topic, you found yourself unable to look into her clear, bright eyes and tell her any semblance of the truth. She may have been forced upon you, but she was your daughter. You loved her, and you refused to be the one to shatter her innocence. You would keep her ignorant for as long as possible, shielding her to the endless nightmare of your daily lives, even if it cost you your sanity.
āMommy,ā her voice jarred you, dragging you from your thoughts, āmommy did you hear me? I said I think they are pretty!ā
āT-thatās⦠Iā¦ā You stuttered, struggling to find the right words to say, your voice coming out much smaller than you intended it to. The room felt like it had dropped thirty degrees, your body twitching in response to the sudden chill.
āDaddy told me he gave some of them to you, like this one,ā her pudgy, cold finger pressed into the faded heart that resided on your chest, the first of many indelible sins he had etched onto your form. Only the top half of the carved symbol was viewable above the collar of your shirt, so she tugged at the loose hem until she could see it in its horrible entirety.
āDaddy said he gave you this one because he loves you so much,ā her voice grew quiet, a thoughtful look in her eye as they drank in wounds you wished you could forget, āDaddy loves me too, right mommy? You think heāll give me a cute heart someday too?ā
You felt as if you had been hit by a train.
āS-top,ā the words were forced from your throat, airy and breathless, as if someone was wringing your neck to make them come out, āp-please, just stop talking.ā
āWhat did you say mama,ā your daughters sing-song voice responded as her fingers continued to trace and prod your scars, āYou are whispering, is it a secret?ā
āI told you to SHUT UP!ā
As if following your command, your booming voice instantly silenced the small girl. Unused to such a violent outburst from her mother, her happy-go-lucky nature quickly shifted to one of alert, her tiny body going rigid as she stared up at you with fearful eyes.
Seeing her in such a state and knowing that you were the cause of it would normally have killed you inside, making you fall to your knees to beg for the childās forgiveness. But right now, the thin thread that had been holding you together had snapped, and your words rushed out in a torrent you couldnāt begin to quell.
āShut up, shut up, shut UP!ā You seethed, clasping your hands to your ears to try and block out your own intrusive voice, āJust STOP TALKING about it! What are you even saying? Why would you ever want to look like this?!ā
Tears started to flood your eyes, blurring the image of the girl who had quickly jumped from your lap and was now cowering before you. Through your bleary vision, you could see tears were brimming her eyes as well.
āYou⦠You have no idea,ā your voice warbled, shaking in equal parts grief and frustration, āYou have no clue what you are saying, so just STOP IT. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND DONāT YOU DARE SPEAK OF IT AGAIN!ā
You slunk from the chair down to the floor, burying your face in your cold, stiff hands. The soft blubbering of your daughter could be heard through your own sobbing.
āI-Iām sorry mommy. I didnāt mean to make you cry.ā
Hearing her broken voice began to shatter the spell you had been under, instant regret jerking you roughly back to reality. Your head sunk lower, your body scrunching itself up as tightly as possible to hide from this cruel reality.
Your screams were born from deeply buried feelings of hatred, tucked far, far away as a means of self-preservation. For a moment, you felt as if you despised your daughter, her existence tethering you to this wretched excuse of a life, binding you irrevocably to Ren. But as you lifted your heavy head, glancing up to stare into her young face, a face so very similar to your own, a face contorted in panic and sadness over her motherās abrupt descent into madness⦠you realized it wasnāt her that you hated.
It was yourself.
Your daughter didnāt deserve this. She deserved normalcy. She deserved a father that didnāt pose a threat to her. She deserved a mother that wasnāt ruined by his hands. She deserved a happy and untroubled life, not to be stuck being raised in a barbed cage, navigating her way through life with nothing but the shattered remains of a battered woman to guide her.
āIām so sorry,ā you choked under the weight of your overwhelming emotions, snot and tears running freely down your ruddy cheeks and chin, āIām so, so sorry babyā¦ā
āWhat the hell is going on?ā
You hadnāt heard the front door open, nor had you heard Renās jubilant greeting as he entered your home. He had no doubt been upset by the lack of welcome-it was one thing to be ignored by a child, but his doting wife? That was not something he was not apt to look past.
But surely any feelings of annoyance or frustration fled from his mind the moment he entered the room, his eyes falling upon your crumpled, messy form collapsed on the floor. You cursed his arrival, upset that he entered the scene at such a compromising time, right as you were struggling to regain an ounce of composure and properly apologize to the little girl who had done nothing wrong.
āD-daddy,ā your daughterās voice warbled as she barreled towards him, colliding into his waiting embrace. You wiped at your face in a desperate attempt to hide your previous outpouring of emotions, doing your best to avoid eye contact with Ren as his sharp gaze quickly flicked from you, to his daughter.
This had already become enough of a scene without Renās interference, it was best to try and begin damage control now.Ā
āDaddy I-I made mommy cry!ā Tears continued to pour from your daughterās eyes, her face twisting into a look of pure dismay. Her misguided admission of guilt made you recoil, knowing full well it would grant her no favors with the person she seeking comfort from. āIām really sorry daddy! I didnāt mean to!ā
After several endless seconds of silence, Ren spoke.
ā⦠You made her cry?ā
His voice was far sharper than it needed to be, further agitating the precarious state of affairs. In most cases he would have offered your daughter leniency, letting her get away with far more than she probably should. However that leniency was null and void if you ended up suffering in the process. Ā Ren could not forgive anyone that caused you any duress (himself, of course, being the exemption) even if that person was his own flesh and blood.
āWhat do you mean you made her cry? What the hell did you do to her?ā
āI-I donāt know,ā she wailed, a fresh wave of tears spurred on by the accusatory tone of her fatherās voice, āI just told mommy I thought her marks were pretty and then she started crying! I wasnāt lying daddy, I like them! I think they make mommy look really pretty!ā
āHer marksā¦?ā Renās look of vexation began to dissipate as the meaning of her words donned on him. He lifted his arm, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his own scars to the little girl. Pointing a clawed finger to them, he leaned down until he was looking her in the eye, āYou mean like these?ā
As she nodded her head vigorously in confirmation, Ren tutted, āThatās the reason for all the water works? An innocent compliment started all this fussing?ā He scoffed, shaking his head, āIsnāt that a little bit⦠silly?
You tensed at the sound of his barking laugh, your frown deepening as an amused grin spread wider across his lips. You wished that you could say it was shocking for him to have such disregard after finding the two of you in such an agitated state, but it was painfully in character of him to shrug off your misery and suffering as inconsequential.Ā How he could so nonchalantly normalize this hellish situation he kept you and your child ensnared in, you would never understand.
Your daughter was apparently sharing similar thoughts, as her face began to once more morph into a pre-sobbing scowl. She was no doubt wounded that her father was not offering her the comfort she was seeking, her emotional state already greatly weakened by her motherās venomous tantrum.
To help quell another round of tears, Ren pulled the child closer, wrapping her up in his arms so that her tiny form was nearly enveloped by him. Ā āShhh, no more tears angel,ā he cooed sweetly, patting her head gently to appease her, āThere isnāt any reason to cry, especially because⦠Well, youāre right! Mommyās whole body is pretty, isnāt it? Her marks just compliment the beauty thatās already there.ā
Slowly but surely, her tears began to dissipate. Hunched over shoulders loosened, and sniffles and hiccups gave way to even breathing. Like clockwork, her fatherās gentle handling soothed her, the same touch that destroyed you offering her salvation.
As if under a spell, the turmoil that had overcome your daughter quickly began to vanish, her sobbing fading into quiet sniffles. Once she was fully calmed, Ren continued speaking, āThatās all you meant to say to mommy, right angel? Iām sorry she took it the wrong way, sheās probably just tired or hungry, you know how mommy gets. Sheāll get over it in no time flat!ā
Heat spread through your body at his flippant dismissal of your feelings, an indignant blush lighting your cheeks as you gripped your hands tightly at your side. Your previous emotional episode left you all but drained, but your will to fight back against his callous commentary could never truly be contained.
āIn fact, I bet she is already over it now,ā Renās voice took on a jovial tone as he directed his focus solely on you, āArenāt you, pumpkin?ā
With the ball suddenly in your court, you flinched as both sets of expectant eyes fell on you. Your own eyes darted from Renās piercing glare, down to your daughterās wide-eyed look of unbridled hope. You felt much like the rabbit that had been caught by the fox, stuck in a lose-lose situation. Seeing him hunched over her small body as she clutched to him as a life line, openly concerned that her mother may once more reject her while her father remained a bastion of strength and understanding, left you reeling. Either you would get heated again and stay the villain, but possibly hold on to an ounce of your dignity, or concede to Ren and have yet another piece of your soul wither away and die-the price to pay so that your daughter could remain in blissful ignorance for another day.
āArenāt you, pumpkin?ā He repeated himself slowly, enunciating each word. The kindness in his voice serving only as a mask for the threat buried beneath.
āY-yes,ā you responded quickly, shooting them both a smile you hoped was convincing, āI am very sorry, baby. Daddy is right. Mommy is just⦠tired.ā
A serene smile lit her face, your words placating her. Seeing her happy once more helped relieve a bit of the ache in your own heart, making the lie worth it.
āGood, good,ā Ren affirmed with a nod, carefully detaching himself from your daughter as he stood, ābut you know little one, mommy deserves some love too, donāt you think? She may have been in the wrong, but itās not nice to make her cry like that. Why donāt you go give her a hug, hm?ā
With no further persuading necessary, she quickly padded over to you, hopping on your lap with so much enthusiasm that it nearly knocked the wind from you. Her arms tightly latched around your torso as she smushed her face into your chest, rubbing it back and forth like she was trying to burrow beneath your skin.
āI love you mommy,ā her voice spoke clearly, any hint of previous sadness long gone. You sighed, relieved that this dramatic chapter was over as you pulled your daughter closer to you.
āI love you too.ā
During this show of affection, Ren had made his way behind you, slinking so deftly you hadnāt even known he had moved until you heard him chuckle softly behind you.
āThis is what I like to see,ā he spoke with a sickeningly dreamy sigh, ānothing makes me happier than when my two girls are happy.ā
He placed his hands gingerly atop your shoulders, trailing them down until they rested on your arms. His thumbs pressed gently against the marred skin, rubbing in a small circular motion in an attempt to subdue you. His claws grazed your flesh, uncomfortably scratching against you as they snagged against your skin.
He planted a firm and lingering kiss to the side of your head, pulling away just enough that his lips grazed the shell of your ear. āThere really was nothing to cry about,ā he whispered breathily, his words quiet enough that despite your daughtersā proximity, she would have no chance of hearing them. āItās almost unfair how gorgeous you are, scars and all. But you must know that, right my sweet pet? I tell you all the time.ā
Ren took in a deep breath, releasing it in a shaky sigh, āSeeing these scars reminds me of all we have been through, all that we share. They are a symbol of our bond.ā
One of his claws pressed down sharply, a small bead of blood pooling around the piercing. Leisurely he began to drag his finger up your arm, a thin red line following in its wake. You shivered at the burning sensation, but deigned to give him any reaction further than that.
āDonāt forget pumpkin, these pretty marks are a reminder of my constant love for you.ā He chuckled softly, peppering a few kisses to the back of your neck while his claws slowly sunk deeper, āAnd right now I am feeling Ā terribly sentimental, so for old timesā sake, why donāt I add a few more to remind you just how precious to me you are~?ā
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WOW!!! I LOVED "The Innocent Act Of Dredging Up The Past", IT WAS VERY GOOD!
I wonder how Y/N reacted when she found out she was pregnant and how Fox allowed herself to keep the baby because he doesn't seem like someone who likes sharing attention.
Thank you so much darling!!! I am so glad you asked me this because I have been thinking about Ren as a father nonstop since that request. My brain has been full of many thoughts and opinions and I am happy to have an outlet for sharing lol. That being said, forgive my blathering. ^^;
(18+ and warnings for noncon, pregancy/baby birthing talk, incredibly unhealthy relationships, abuse, and being kidnapped/held against your will.)
Being impregnated by Ren would be absolutely dreadful for you, causing you to spiral into a pit of fear and despair the moment you miss a period or begin to feel queasy in the morning. With the signs starting to show, your brain comes to the instant conclusion that you are with child-his child, and it frightens you like nothing else before. At first you try and convince yourself nothing is wrong, that you are probably just late due to stress, and your upset stomach can be any number of things, it doesnāt necessarily mean you are pregnant. Any of your symptoms can be explained away by something else, so in an effort to try and maintain your sanity your brain churns out explanation after explanation, no matter how nonsensical they may be, in hopes of calming your rampant nerves by coming to some other resolution. A stream of constant lies and false reassurances play on repeat in your brain, forcing the thought that you may actually be a mother to the farthest reaches of your mind.
But the longer you wait and the more you dwell on it, the more you are faced with the inevitable. He never wears protection, you havenāt had access to birth control, and despite your warnings of it being a delicate time of month for you, his base instincts always won out in the end. There was nothing else this could be.
Faced with the reality of the situation, you were now tasked with the burden of sharing the news with Ren. You didnāt want to tell him, terrified of what his response would be, worried that he would somehow blame this all on you and hurt you because of it, quite possibly worse than he ever has before. But an even more horrifying concern than that is if the news actually pleases him. What if he wants to keep the baby? What if you were forced to carry this pregnancy to term while trapped in this grim environment, left to raise another human that shares half their dna with a man who has done nothing but cause you irrevocable damage?
No matter what the outcome, none of them are favorable.
But you didnāt have a choice, and you knew it was better to break it to Ren sooner rather than later, lest this whole nightmare become irreversible. In the event he saw things your way, you wanted this thing out of your body as soon as possible (though you loathed to consider what strings Ren would pull to achieve this, and what backwater procedure would be done to do so).
At first Ren brushes it off, not truly believing your concern. Heās had sex with you countless times without protection and just now you get pregnant? Seems suspicious, so he concludes youāre either overreacting or trying to get a rise out of him, potentially both, and that in and of itself riles him up. Are you telling him this as some kind of ploy? Are you using a false pregnancy as a means to get him to ease up on you a bit or as an attempt at escape? After all you had gone through together, after all the love he has lavished upon you by sharing his home, his life, his heart, with you⦠Would you really tell a lie like this?
He struggles with that possibility. Despite his inclination to feel otherwise, he has a hard time believing you would use a pregnancy scare for your own selfish benefit. You have always been a good girl, his good girl, and deep inside he knows this is not something that is within your nature to do, even if he does have some major doubts.
So, though he doesnāt truly believe your claims, he buys the pregnancy test more as a means to shut you up and prove a point than because he actually believes you. Needless to say, he ends up biting his tongue over that one.
When hit with the truth, his emotions are mixed. On one hand, he wants nothing to do with children or child rearing. He didnāt have to do much of a self-assessment to recognize he would be a shit father, and he never particularly wanted to be a father to begin with. His own upbringing wasnāt the best, he himself never really having a father figure that was worth a damn to guide him or show him any love or support. He had no parenting manual to go off of, and was sure that a culmination of having no positive family experience and maturing into the warped individual he had become led to no other conclusion than NOT being cut out for fatherhood in the slightest.
More than that however, the thought of sharing you, even with a life he helped create, really REALLY pissed him off. Thinking of all the nights you would be spending tending to the baby when you could instead be wrapped up in his arms, or all the attention and affection you will be giving some inept kid that could instead be going towards him, truly gets under his skin. He doesnāt WANT to share you. Youāre HIS. And while a baby isnāt going to change that, he doesnāt want the needless competition to begin with.
But on the other hand, having a baby does have its appeal. It would be nice to bring a life into this world that loves him from the get-go, completely relying on him while being totally oblivious to all that has happened in the past. That sort of pure, blind love is hard to come by in this world, and the fact that he could obtain it so easily from a life he created with you, a human that has your blood running through its veins, is EXTREMELY appealing. And on top of that, you are sure to love the child whether its conception was wanted/planned or not. If you loved a child that was half his for the remainder of your life, would that not bind you to him for just as long? Though he didnāt doubt your loyalty (or his ability to keep you tied to him with no hope of escape), it would be a nice assurance to have in the rare event things did not end up going his way.
Once that thought enters his head, itās over. No further thinking or future planning is required-he is going to be a father, and YOU are the beautiful mama! Congratulations! (Does he get off to you being pregnant? Did this pregnancy make Ren Hana realize he has a breeding kink??? Sources say yes and thatās your problem to deal with now. :))
ā”
Holding his newborn for the first time, he has never been so nervous. Tears flood his eyes as he watches the small bundle squirming in his arms, his heart aching as they stare up at him with wide, pure, inquisitive eyes. He was no stranger to ending lives, but creating them? This was something entirely new, as exhilarating as it was scary. His smile grew as he stared at her small face, pleased that she looked so much like you. He could only hope that her personality would mirror yours as well.
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As time passes and the baby grows, you find out quick that Ren has a very āhands offā way of parenting, which is to say he relies on you to do most of the work. And honestly, he feels that is fair. Heās the breadwinner who works hard to provide for you and the newborn, which leaves all other parental duties in your capable hands. You are left to be the childās main caregiver, their guiding force to lead them through life, their teacher, confidante, and friend. Itās a daunting task, all residing solely on your shoulders.
Ren wonāt readily admit it, but he much prefers it that way. All the abuse that he has suffered through from an early age, every heinous act of violence that has been carried out by his own hands (your wounds, included), all of it has turned him into something unrecognizable, something grotesque. Even if he wanted to have more of a presence in his childās life, he knows he doesnāt deserve it. If he had too much sway in the kids development thereās a good chance they will grow up to be like him in some way or another, which would be a waste of all the love and hard work that you had put into raising them into being an upstanding person. Ren had made peace with who he had become, but that didnāt mean he wanted to keep a cycle that someone like Strade had begun going either.
So, the baby more or less becomes your soul responsibility, and god is that a burden for you. Itās bad enough that you have such little support from Ren to begin with, but the fact that this is YOUR first time being a parent as well makes it all so much worse. You have no idea what the hell you are doing, and with Ren making sure to keep you as isolated as possible you had no one else to turn to for help, either. It was just you and this brand new life with no one else to rely on, if you fucked up in even the smallest way it could be devastating to the baby. If your daughter got truly hurt, sick, or worse in your care, you didnāt know how you would live with the repercussions, let alone handle Renās reaction.
If your life with Ren hadnāt already made you a strung out, nervous, irritable wreck, being a mother certainly would. As she continues to grow, Ren refuses to discipline the child at all, not wanting in any way to appear like a ābad guyā to your daughter. Given the circumstances, part of you is thankful for that (you honestly donāt know what you would do if he turned his ire towards her), but it also just makes things more difficult with you. You are already beyond stressed about trying to raise a child in this type of environment, having no united front and constantly butting heads makes raising her that much harder, especially when any kind of rule you attempt to establish can so easily be overridden by her father who has no remorse over the frustration this causes, nor care as to how his flippancy may affect your childās development in the long run.
Itās also not lost on you that being the sole disciplinarian also paints you in a less than favorable manner in your childās eyes, something you are sure Ren has thought about as well. Being the āstrictā parent means your child will be more likely to hide things from you, or seek out her father instead of you for support, approval, and advice. Given whom Ren was as a person, this thought didnāt sit particularly well with you.
All you can really hope and pray for is that somehow despite the lack of social interaction and outside influence she will grow up to be a decent human. Even maturing under the delusion that her father is a noble man, even if in some instances you have to make yourself the villain, as long as it helps her out in Ā the long run youāll do everything you can to insure your daughter lives the best life she possibly can, whether her father helps you or not.
I think the REAL problems will begin when the child gets older. When she truly comes into herself and forms her own opinions, develops her own personality, and starts to forge her own way of life⦠Itās gonna be messy. :/ Your childās autonomy is definitely going to be a point of contention for Ren in the future, and he wonāt be so pleased if/when she catches on to his true nature and begins to rebel or straight up reject him. God forbid she tries and join forces with you or attempt to become your savior. Itās going to take a lot of cunning on her end to make it out unscathed.
Also, I kind of touched on it previously, but Ren would be incredibly horny the whole pregnancy. Not that he isnāt already incessantly slavering over you, something about seeing you round and full just makes him snap. Which is scary in its own right, Ren isnāt the most gentle of lovers to begin with and has a tendency to lose himself more often than naught, hurting you in the process. Itās a constant struggle to satiate him while protecting yourself and the unborn baby, best of luck to you! :D
(And heāll definitely breastfeed from you. Heās gotta make sure you are producing enough for the baby, ya know? :))
Your Yujiro x reader has been on my mind recently, and an interesting idea came into my head - what would happen if the reader somehow stumbled upon Yuichiro? What would he think of the whole situation, particularly because he is of a *very* different temperament than his son? Would he develop some sort of feelings for (reader)? I'm pretty sure Yujiro would be pissed to see his father meddling in things š
You're one of my fav writers on here!! Keep it up ā¤ļø and make sure to take care of yourself āŗļø
⦠I canāt believe I didnāt think of writing anything for Yuichiro before this ask lol. How could I write so much about the Hanma familyās favorite girl (you) and never mention Yuichiro???Ā Shame on me tbh, letās change that now!
(And thank you for your kind words!!! You are very sweet! <3)
WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, noncon, past abuse, and stepcest.
If by some miracle act Yuichiro was able to obtain a corporeal form and once more walk amongst the living, he would be very intrigued by how far his lineage had come and what the Hanmaās were able to accomplish. Being the start of it all, he had a vague idea of how things most likely have progressed. There is no doubt that his unruly son has grown massively strong, and heās sure that strength has caused countless problems for people near and far.
He was aware that Yujiro had children at this point, taking quite an interest himself in Baki and Jackās development. Children werenāt always guaranteed to take after their parents, so it was always a delight when at least one of your offspring was able to carry on the family line with the strength and power you and your ancestors worked so tirelessly to cultivate. When Yuichiro found out that of all the children Yujiro had fathered, not just one, but two showed such immense potential? He was as pleased as he was proud, even more so to discover Baki and Jack lacked the level of belligerent arrogance that made their father an unbearably volatile presence to be around.
While he was taking note of his family line he happened upon a surprising outlier- you. He was at first puzzled by the fact that the Ogre, with all his rampant testosterone, was even able to produce a daughter. When he dug a little deeper and realized you were adopted into the family, while that in and of itself made sense, it left him with even more questions. Why would someone like Yujiro go out of his way to adopt someone elseās child, let alone a female, when he barely cared about the children he himself had brought into this world? Based on the limited knowledge he had of you, you didnāt have any kind of superior strength or secret, hidden abilities that may have spurred his son to take you under his wing. So how exactly did you become awarded with the name of Hanma?
The mystery became too intriguing to ignore, thus he sought you out.
The moment he saw you, he instantly began to understand your appeal. He kept his distance at first, not wanting to overwhelm you with his presence as he made his initial observations. From what he could gather, you were a thoughtful girl, kind and affable to your friends and strangers alike. He noted that you seemed a little jumpy, on edge in scenarios you should feel more at ease, and he worried that maybe he wasnāt concealing himself enough and you were catching on to his surveillance. You may not have Hanma blood in your veins, but youāve been around them enough to recognize the specific aura they exude. He would need to be more careful, maybe conducting his research on you was best done through other means.
Hence, he decided to look into your relationships with his son and grandsons, hoping to get a better picture of who you were as a person and unravel the secret of how you became intertwined in their lives.
However, what he ended up finding out was not anything he ever expected.
As soon as he learned the horrific truth of how his family had handled you, the revolting nature in which not just his son, but his grandchildren, showed their āaffectionā for you, he was at a loss for words. Yuichiro was beyond disgusted by their actions, particularly due to the fact that their aggressions were against an innocent woman who had no means of defending herself against the brutes that were incessantly at her heels.
Your jittery nature made complete sense now. You werenāt constantly on edge because you were a naturally excitable person- you were on edge as a defense mechanism. You had to be cautious around everyone for your own self-preservation, frightened that you may unwittingly be subjugating yourself and the people around you to extreme danger by being in a public space. The man who was supposed to be your father figure had assaulted you, hurting and scarring you in irreparable ways. The brothers that you loved and looked to for protection ended up having the same perversions as the man who had created them, betraying your trust in their attempts to force themselves upon you.
Disgusted wasnāt a strong enough word for what he had felt upon learning these revelations. His disappointment in his kin was immeasurable.
When he finally introduces himself to you, itās apprehension that greets him in return. He can see the fear reflected in your eyes as you were faced with the instant realization of his strength the absolute power he held over not just you, but anyone who may step to him. Yuichiro was a complete stranger to you, in fact you probably hadnāt even seen a picture of him to make any sort of connection. But he could tell that within moments of making your acquaintance, you understood who he was. He was a Hanma, and therefore, he was a threat.
Seeing you cower before him, your whole body vibrating in a state of alarm, eyes darting around the vicinity as you tried to map an escape route should this meeting go south⦠it broke his heart. It wasnāt that he was immune to your charms, Yuichiro could definitely see the appeal of wanting to be close to you in an intimate manner, but to take you by force? To treat you so horribly, handle you so violently? It took all his power not to make his rage over the injustices you had faced show on his features, lest he frighten you further.
It took a while for you to warm up to him, but the relationship that blossomed was well worth the effort. You were a lovely person all around, beautiful in every sense of the word. The more he got to know you, the more he saw your true personality shine through, and the longer he spent with you, the more his affection for you grew.
Yuichiro had made his decision. You would be safe with him-completely and undeniably cared for under his watchful eye. He would be the father Yujiro never could be, the protector your brothers failed to be. He would become your family, a true family, and insure that you will never have to spend another day living in fear ever again.
In short, Yuichiroās arrival would probably be the ONLY thing that would ultimately protect you from Yujiro and the rest of the Hanma family. This is great for you because heās a man of his word, the moment you come under his care Yujiroās entire existence is like a distant nightmare, and that is something you are exceedingly grateful for. However, you feel the absence of Jack and Baki much more profoundly, as you considered them to be your true family and still love them very deeply. Even though you know ultimately this arrangement is for the best, and you feel much safer and happier in Yuichiroās care than you have ever felt with anyone else in your life, you still find yourself missing Jack and Baki greatly. Even with their betrayal shattering the last of your innocence, causing you deep and lasting scars, life without them still hurt, and you donāt think youāll ever heal enough to ignore the pain.
⦠All this being said, it wouldnāt be on brand for me to answer this without fucking it up a little bit, right?
After some time living with Yuichiro, growing dependent on him for basic care and protection, his fondness for you begins to manifest in ways that are⦠shocking, even to Yuichiro himself.Ā
Maybe it was the long absence of a lover that began to steer his desires, or perhaps it was the sweet and selfless nature in which you offered your love to him? Who knew it would warm his heart so much to see you standing in the kitchen, sweet little apron tied around your waist as you hummed a little tune, hard at work preparing a new recipe you had picked out specifically to please him? All the little things you did without a second thought made is body and soul ache for you.
You were always cute, but when exactly did you become so irresistible to him?
It caught him off guard to feel a flutter in his stomach when he saw your smile or heard your laugh. At his age he figured he was far past feelings like this, especially with someone so much younger than himself, especially with you.
He didnāt expect the blush that dusted your cheeks when he entered the bath you were currently occupying to excite him as much as it did. He took great pride in the control he had over his body, keeping his emotions and desire in check was one of his strong suits. But seeing you there, bare and bashful, trying desperately to cover yourself while your eyes refused to linger on any part of his exposed body for too long⦠you were definitely testing his limits here, sweetheart.
Did you know how effortlessly beautiful you were? Did you realize just how tantalizing even the most innocent of your actions were? Would it upset you if he told you how pretty he found your body, as his eyes drank in every inch of skin you were working so hard to hide? Would it scare you if he helped you to understand just how much sway you had over not just his heart, but all of his wants and desires?
He had chided and scorned his family for their mistreatment of you, the sick, twisted feelings they pummeled you with not only threatened your existence, but were also a stain on the illustrious Hanma name. Yuichiro wanted nothing more than your happiness and your security, both were things he took great honor in providing to you, and he found his own joy in knowing you felt contentment with him after so much suffering. But he was starting to get an itch that was growing harder and harder to scratch. An itch he felt his kin was all too familiar with.
Maybe heās not so different from his son and grandsons after all?
Is it bad that on the hanmacest story I kind of want someone to break the ashtray and Yujiro just losing his shit? Like some dude comes up talking shut to Yujiro, sees the shitty ashtray and just breaks it. ~Cue record scratch~ then the next thing we know is yujiro slamming this was joke through a wall. The thought amuses me so much!
this is not a ask btw, please donāt take it as me wanting to push it on you. Iām just really enjoying the set up of this entire dumpster fire of a family and I keep on imagining stupid shit.
I love the idea. TBH I feel like if someone even tried to smash it their hand would be demolished before even coming in contact with it. Like, bones turned to dust, hand looking like an empty toothpaste tube for even making an attempt to approach the damn thing. Not even Yujiro himself understands why heās so territorial of it-itās just some stupid trinket that can be easily replaced by something more substantial and of much nicer quality-but the thought of some grimy, piece of shit, nobody laying their dirty hands on something YOU made for him just really really gets to him going.
And god forbid said nobody actually gets ahold of it or breaks it. Killing them outright doesnāt do it justice-the punishment needs to be fitting of the crime.Ā They took something from Yujiro, something irreplaceable, and that was the biggest mistake they could ever make in their life. Their last moments on earth are going to be rife with regret, immense fear, and horrific amounts of pain and suffering that drags on so long that by the time heās finally ready to finish him off, the poor bastard is going to be begging for the sweet release of death.
After all this goes down Yujiro would either collect all the broken pieces and bring them to you, unceremoniously dumping them in a pile as he nonchalantly tells you to āfix itā (doesnāt matter if itās beyond repair, heās expecting it to be good as new by your hands. Youāre a Hanma, this should be nothing to you, right?). OR he comes to you and orders you to make him a new one (to see how much your skills have improved of course, not because heās disgruntled over losing the first one. Itās a test, and its one he expects you to pass with flying colors, you better not let him down).
Idk if youāre into omega verse but omg I just thought of it being applied to Yujiro and poor omega reader goddamn š (I think I may have gone a little bit too far on this one ngl, also Iām half asleep so sorry for any issues..)
Nasty nasty Alpha Yujiro who takes advantage of poor little you. Who would have thought heād ever encounter such a rare beauty? Omegas were practically extinct in the baki universe, the world full of hardened alphas made no room for the sweet soft omegas. And yet here you were against all odds.
From the moment he met you, heād made the promise that he would never spread his seed through out the world.
Nay, he was going to hammer in his children into your fertile womb as you cried out in overstimulation. You would carry all of his offspring for the rest of your life. That was a promise.
While many of his past devoted lovers would have been flattered by his devotion, you were anything but.
Sure Yujiro would disappear on some days but no longer than a week.
But on the days he were in your house. Itād be a constant running away and fighting off the lustful touches of Yujiro.
The dreadful āHoney~ Iām home!~ā had you cringing so hard as thick muscular arms surrounded your waist.
Having to take showers with the Ogre that always ended with you pressed up against the glass mirror as Yujiro crowded you against it.
Having your favorite clothes torn to shreds as he tried to make ālove to youā.
Waking up in the middle of the night to see the humongous man deep in your guts as he ruthlessly pounded into you.
And when you went in heatā¦oh boy.
Youāre horny 24/7 and you wonāt fight back at all? Just lil ol you whimpering about how much it hurts and that you need something inside? Youād let the older man kiss you and cling onto him needily. His poor little omega!
Yeah, Yujiro loves your heats.
This man keeps a track record of when your heats are around the corner. It doesnāt matter if heās in another country or across the globe the globe away from you. If he sees you have started your heat, heās running like a madman with the nastiest smirk that has people running away screaming. They all thought he was out to murder someone (ya ur lil meow meow)
Out of spite you decide to hook up with some random beta when your heat starts up. Which immediately back fires when Yujiro has said man tied up as he watches you get plowed down by your real alpha.
āMy little omega, have I neglected you so much that you seeked out some limp dick beta to satisfy you? I guess Iāll have to you more attention to keep you satisfied, huh?ā
You know Yujiro is going to show you off. I mean, who wouldnāt?
Heās pulling up to the tournaments with you sitting on his shoulder clad in a thin bikini. Your looking away from the many lustful looks directed at you, all while Yujiro basks in the jealous looks he receives.
They all look so angry at him, but yetā¦too intimidated to muster the courage to say anything to him. Yes this was a fine idea.
Heās got you wearing a pretty diamond collar with the letters āProperty of Ogre.ā
Every time you both return from such fights, it didnāt matter if he came back angry or happy both were valid reasons to fuck you in the entrance your home. After that he would ravage you on any surface in the house.
He was going to get so many babies out of you.
Me reading this ask loool
You must have read my mind anon, I was just musing the other day on how I want to some day take a stab at writing an ABO fic and the Bakiverse would be perfect fodder for it. š
But God... Yujiro would be the worst fucking Alpha. That man could track you down from miles away, knowing where you are at all times should he need you. And he has such intricate knowledge on basically every aspect of you and your life that it goes beyond concerning, it's downright invasive. It takes no time at all for him to claim fuck you, giving you no time to really sus him out or get to know him before you've become irrevocably his. He's now your bonded partner, and you are not at all thrilled with that.
When yujiro comes to claim you he attacks you with such a bestial, feral intensity that you are afraid one day your body won't be able to take the abuse he inflicts on it, giving you serious concerns over whether you will survive the mating process. You got lucky the first time, but what about in the future? How many pups does he plan to pump inside of you? The thought keeps you up at night. You don't even want to parent his offspring, let alone be demoted to his breeding stock to be fucked full again and again and again. You would have chosen ANY alpha other than Yujiro, but now this was your lot in life-forced to not only be his mate, but bear his children, creating new versions of this monster to roam the planet. Would they grow up to be like their father, or would you have any hope of raising them to be decent, loving people?
Also, I feel like your body will just constantly be marked up everywhere. His mating bites don't stop at the scent glands, and you usually end up looking like you just left a 12 round boxing match on the losing side instead of a mating session with your alpha. :(
And when you are in heat its the absolute fucking worst. Lusting after Yurjiro, your entire body aching for him to desecrate and destroy you, your insides burning white hot for his touch. Only your alpha can cure you of this all consuming sickness that plagues you, and you turn into a whiny blubbery mess when Yujiro is around, pleading and begging for him to claim you. It's absolutely dreadful how much you yearn for such a barbaric man, and each and every time you are disgusted with how easily you give in to him. You just roll over and become his docile little fuck mate, turned into a wanton, lusting mess from just catching his scent alone. You loath him as much as you need him, and words cannot describe the amount of hate you hold in your heart for the man that turned you into this pathetic shell of who you once were.
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I noticed that in the story "There's Just No One Like You" Taiju doesn't seem to use a condom or any kind of protection, does he have a bad idea of āāgetting Angel pregnant?
He's a mixed bag. Most of the time he respects your wishes of wearing protection. Family is extremely important to him and while he definitely wants and plans on getting you pregnant (multiple times) he doesn't want to rush into it unprepared and screw you all over. He knows babies take a lot of work, time, and money and that once he starts having kids with you he will not want to stop. You are both still young, there is so much he still wants to show and experience with you, things that may not be feasibly possible once little ones are in the picture. Parenting is a full time job, so he has to have his play time with you while he can.
He also knows his kids are going to be seen as targets/weaknesses for him the moment they are brought into the world, and thus enemies will try and exploit that. He already has his hands full watching over you, it's gonna take its own platoon of his men to guard his children (a small army per child, if he has his way). He needs to be prepared. He won't take any chances when it comes to you and the safety of your children.
All that said, when he's ready to go he's ready TO GO. Doesn't matter if it's delicate timing or you beg him otherwise, when he wants you he'll take you, and when he needs you he needs you right away. Even with what little time it takes to put on a condom, any time spent not being inside of you he considers time wasted.
And If an oopsie does indeed happen he firmly believes that was something predetermined by a higher power and that it will all work itself out regardless of the situation it leaves you in. The plan was always to create a huge family with you, if you happen to get pregnant during one of his more passionate assaults It just meant God willed it to happen sooner than envisioned. :)
Sooo First of all I love how you write and I have been binge reading yujiro stepfather serie(?) And absolutely love it; but stepdad yujirou + Baki and jack the yandere/siscon stepbrothers could you imagine like:
*Katsumi became her eternal friend but feels like he can't be with y/n, so ends up as her loyal/platonic companion or ends up as a teacher and friend and go on with life because yujirou is hell of strong and Sadie to pummel him again
*yujirou marries s/o and impregnate her, but y/n gives love to the child because she doesn't want him/her to suffer like her brothers
*yujirou wanted to rill up his son's and knowing their dark yandere side put the scenario on so the two end up taking her as well
*Baki and jack won't left her until she at least have s baby of each because hanma bloodline and a sense of twisted family
*and what would happen if pickle also gets interested? How would he reacts with y/n pregnant or with kids and with the scent of the hanma's? Would he tried to kill the kids like the lion in a new pride? Or just add them to the family and put his seed too? And the hanma's what would they do?
*oh and what happened with the ash tray
Sorry for the long feel free to ignore
I love your brain, darling~
Warnings: Stepcest, breeding kink, mentions of child rearing/being a mother, mentions of noncom, 18+ only please.
If the two Hanma brothers didnāt have any kind of breeding kink before, seeing their sweet little sister heavy with child is about to change that REAL quick.
Donāt get them wrong, it makes their blood boil to witness you carrying some other manās child, let alone Yujiroās spawn. Seeing you grow each day, swelling with the ogreās unborn infant, is enough to make them go damn near feral. The whole situation unleashes a torrent of emotions -rage, disgust, pity, vexation, and sympathy, all swirling together within the two of them, vying for dominance. They donāt know whether they wanted to give this kid the world (it was your child after all, and it wasnāt that they werenāt sympathetic to its situation, they probably knew the tribulations and hardships that baby was to face more so than anyone else) or completely disregard it (they just couldnāt shake where it came from, what brutality was committed against you to conceive it).
On one hand, how dare Yujiro force himself inside of you, planting a seed that will bind you to him irrevocably? It was maddening knowing you were trapped by Yujiroās side, saddled down caring for his offspring. The ogre had you right where he wanted you now, stuck between a rock and a hard place, trapped just beyond the brothers reach.
But on the other hand, two can play at that game.
It was easy enough to convince you to come to them. You loved Baki and Jack. You respected them and you trusted them, you had no reason not to come to them willingly. Ā You were always so eager to see them, so grateful for their companionship. The day they entrapped you, you approached the brothers with arms spread, heart bared, and eyes sparkling as you walked blindly into their trap.
The last thing they wanted was to hurt you, that was never their intention. But you just looked so beautiful when you were pregnant, full and round and glowing, like an angel had landed on earth. They were craving seeing you that way again, adamant that they would be the ones who would fill you with their seed, and you would be the one who would help them create a new life.
And you were such a good mother, doting on your baby with love and affection despite the circumstances of how they were conceived. Didnāt Jack and Baki deserve that too? Why did their monster of a father get the only honor? They certainly treated you better than he did, loved you far more than he ever could or would. And they would never treat their children the way the ogre had treated them growing up, disregarded, abused, or as petty amusements their whole lives. Yujiro was such a terror that the brothers tried to keep themselves from growing overly attached to the baby he had created with you, not only due to the mixed emotions they felt about the situation, but because they knew the likelihood of having an infant survive growing up around the Ogre was optimistic at best.
However Baki and Jack were not their father. Maybe they had to resort to underhanded methods to get to you, sinking down to Yujiroās level to get you pregnant with their children, but the difference between themselves and that monster would always be the overwhelming affection they held for you. Even if you had trouble understanding what was going on, or couldnāt quite wrap your head around the fact that everything they did for you was for your own benefit and safety, they knew that the lives they were forging for you was what would ultimately make you the happiest and bring you the most joy, you just needed time to get used to it first to realize that. Seeing you waddle around fat with their babyās is both brothers ultimate dream, and they will destroy anyone who tries to steal that from them, whether that be their father or otherwise. And unlike their father, any life they bring into this world with you will be cherished-the baby will essentially be half you, after all, how could they not adore it?
They know you will cry and feel betrayed and possibly even get a bit hurt should you try to deny them. But no matter what happens, they know you will forgive them because when it comes down to it, you love them just as much as they love you. They are ready and willing to give you all the time in the world to adjust, you are worth any amount of effort to keep happy.
(Also poor Katsumi, but I am glad he gets to be a homie at least lol. The eternal suffering that poor man receives through our proseā¦)
Now for our caveman situationā¦
Pickle knows there is something different about you, something that draws a family as strong as the Hanmaās to you. Thereās a reason why they are all vying for your attention, eager to procreate with you, and your beguiling presence is not lost on him either. Should his interest become strong enough heāll definitely snatch you away to create a brood of his own with you. He would become EXTREMELY overprotective of you while you were pregnant, monitoring you like a hawk to make sure you are comfortable and that there are no predators a foot to cause you any harm. When you are full of his children, he treats you more gently than you thought a beast like him possibly could. Were this a situation you were actually compliant in, you would almost call it charming how gently he handles you, or how quietly he tries to lumber his large body around you so as not to disturb you.
As for the other children you had previously⦠I feel like that is very dependent on the situation. He would not outright kill them by any means. Right now they are small, helpless, they donāt pose a threat to him and you care for them, he has no reason to take them from you nor does he really want to. Also, they have Hanma blood running through their veins and that intrigues him. What manner of person will they grow up to be, he wonders? The thought of watching such people grow, even have a hand in raising them or training them, was too interesting of a prospect to throw out the door.
THAT BEING SAID, his children with you will always take precedence over them. Should you find yourselves in a situation that requires him to choose who he needs to protect, you will always come first, followed by the children he sired with you, anyone else is nonconsequential. Though he has no true ill will towards the children, he certainly doesnāt harbor the love for them that he does his own offspring. He cares for the Hanma kids well enough, but base interest is about as far as it goes. If they starve, get hurt, or have to get sacrificed, so be it.
And Yujiro def still has that ashtray. For WHATEVER reason, even though itās a shitty little trinket that was crudely made by the hands of your child self, he canāt seem to part from it. He even travels with it and uses it regularly. Weird, huh? I wonder whyā¦
Idk why this got on my mind but what if (yandere bakiās characters of your choice) do if their darling faked an orgasm to get over with that shit ?
This ask makes me SO happy that I quite literally evilly cackled when I received it, so tysm and bless you anon. <3
(N S F W SO 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Here is a list that I have lovingly comprised for your perusal :
Believes you are actually getting off and gets a big head about it. Heās SO good at pleasing his baby, look how quickly he made you turn into a quivering, cumming mess? Stroke game IMMACULATE, tbh. Itās pure skill baby! He knows all the techniques you love and is a literal sex god built for bringing you pleasure. (ā ͔° ĶŹ ͔°)ā : Doppo, Biscuit, Koushou, Katou, Guevara, Musashi.
Can tell you are faking and gets really sad about it. He loves you so much, why is that not translating to his love making??? Why are you pretending, do you really want to get this over with that quickly? He is hurt and distraught and just kind of gives up after he gets off, planning and plotting how to approach this next go around so that you feel as good as he does. (ć ļ¹ć ): Baki,Ā Retsu, Katsumi, Biscuit, Motobe.
Can tell you are faking but for some fucked up misguided reason thinks that you are doing it to benefit him? Like you are concerned you are taking up too much of his time or something so you are rushing yourself so as not to not bother him. It frustrates him and actively makes him DETERMINED to keep going until he coaxes something REAL out of you, no matter how long that may take. You could never be a burden to him baby, heās ready to give you all the time in the world.š¤š: Baki, Shibukawa, Retsu, Hanayama, Katsumi, Motobe, Guevara, Musashi.
Realizes you are faking and it PISSES HIM OFF. ( ļ½” ā¢Ģ į“ ā¢Ģ ļ½”)š¢ Because you are being a lying little brat he is going to take EXTRA time and pay you EXTRA attention to you until you are cumming again and again and again. Heās gonna be mean as hell about this, incessantly edging you and teasing you until you are BEGGING for actual release. By the time heās actually done you are going to be an overstimulated, sore, fucked out mess. : Yujiro, Jack, Koushou, Katou, Kureha.
Realizes you are doing it and doesnāt give a shit, heās not doing this for your pleasure anyway. Heāll be done when heās done, he couldnāt give a fuck if you get off or not.š : Yujiro, Kureha, Doyle, Pickle (in Pickle's case itās not so much that he doesnāt care so much as heās just like well, time to mate because I want to! Whereās my partner? Time for them to fulfill their role in this, theyāll take it how they take it. :))
Is too caught up in their own feelings of pleasure to even notice your response. Ź ļ¼āāæāļ¼Ź: Doppo, Shibukawa, Hanayama, Jack, Doyle, Pickle.