#Chisaki Kai x Reader

[zuffer-weird-girl]

After a fight and hurting your feelings

"Stop being clingy (Y/n). Let me do my job which is way more useful."

Words that left your boyfriend's covered lips in the middle of a fight you two were having. You were just trying to talk it out with him about how long he was invested on his work, and not espending any time at all with you... that a relationship needed both ways to work out.

But no. The yakusa was above you. Every damn thing on his work life was above you... it seemed like it sometimes at least. His words made you feel both angered yet self concious about your touches and affections...

You tried your best to know your limits with chisaki considering his germophobia... but aparently you just... disrespected his wishes all the time you just wanted a hug.

It was harsh to love Kai Chisaki... but you did anyway. So... no more clingly (Y/n) around if that made him happy.

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He inhaled at the last remain of paperwork he had for the day and streched his arms in the air before letting a long drained sigh escape.

"Maybe (Y/n) was right about overworking myself, I feel such a headache right now from all these documents. Dammit old man." He cursed under his breath while leaving the office towards his bedroom where he found you, messing around on your phone.

"Oh." You gasped softly noticing him "I.. I thought you were spending another night in."

"Not this time." He sighed, going inside the closet to change himself "I ended up getting a headache from the much reading and writing." He was already expecting a cheeky remark about how right you were with a tiny smirk on his own as he took off his dress shirt.

"I see. I hope it goes away." He paused at buttunoning his shirt at hearing your response and looking at you, already with eyes on your phone without a trace of worry on your features.

"I.. hope so as well." He strangly get on his side of the bed just as soon as you had turned off the lamp.

Maybe you were just tired to give him a scalp massage as usual...

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Except you weren't. Always refusing to even be in the same room as him. Causing to go insane.

He would rather die by the hands of the all might instead of admitting he needed your touch to help him calm down, feel better about his existence even... and you had simply cut all of this out of no wh-

Oh... he did called you clingly that fight... didn't he?

"Shit." He cursed out loud before slamming his door shut and looking out for you around the house and finally spotting you taking care of the garden Pops loved.

"(Y/n)." Your head perked up and soon saw his face, surely he was in a bad mood "Come to our room. Get yourself rid of the dirt first, got that?" As just as fast he left leaving you like a dumb dog with jaw open in confusion.

After attemding to his demands you softly opened the door to see him, sitted on the bed with one knee boucing as he scratched his left arm that was covered in hives.

"Jesus Kai what happened?!" Your worry took over as you went to analyzing his arms before getting a medication that helped ease them. "Can I?" You suggested at his arm as he didn't took his eyes off the ground.

"Why do you even ask..?" You frowned but decided to ignore him as you took care of the arm of your boyfriend, getting nervous at the intense gaze he threw at you...

While doing it, you froze when his arms (*sobs*) sneaked hesitantly around your waist and pulled you to him. Smirking at his attitude towards the silence treatment you simply chuckled and ruffled the hair on his scalp and rested your head over his.

"You're a big baby you know that?" You giggled at the pinch he gave to your waist as a growl of his vibrated on you. You not only could notice but feel the heat of his face and ears of the embarrassment.

Yet you knew what his actions were trying to show you what words failed him to.

I'm sorry...

"Since when I do all of this because I "feel something towards you"? I do this shit for you to stop whinning and just leave me alone already."

If he could incinerate himself right there he could.

Dabi was never afraid of showing what he truly thought of others, not even when he was still Touya. Yet... feelings, relationships just were... another department. Not his especially since he admitted to himself a long time ago he absolutepy sucked at them.

He hadn't meant any of those words he said to you back there. It just... it was difficult what to say when you simply voiced your feelings out loud and confronted him about his is just... slipped out on a panicked and self defense mode.

He lost count on how many times he banged his head on the wall that day...

But now he was miserable, well... worst than he was already. Despite being on the group, despite living under the same rooftop as his, you did manage to ignore him completely for about what? Five weeks already?

God he was counting....

He saw you interact, hug and smile with every member of the league, even Shigaraki you showed kindness, but with him you were just... neutral. Not a word, not a touch... not a smile. Hell, you even did all you could to not be on the same room as him.

Eventually this came to a change when Shigaraki send you both, only both of you, to a mission which resulted on you two being trapped by a hero's quirk. A kinda like isolation box.

"Shit. What the hell is even this made of?" He cursed as the flames on his arm slceased when he noticed if he did used his quirk he could suffocate and kill both of you.

Yet even in this circunstances you still wouldn't talk to him. Just a few nods, hums and grunts as you kicked and tries to use your quirk to get out.

"(Y/n)." He sighed "Can you stop being stubborn and talk for once?" He hissed when you simply send hima numb glare over your shoulder.

"About what Dabi?"

"Dont call me that. You dont call me like that when we were alone." He noted out loud, you were the only one in the league who knew about his pasg and respectes his boundaries on not telling it.

"What do you want me to call you then?!" You snapped, turning to look better at him "In your words you just did all of that shit with me to leave you alone Dabi, and now when I do you arent satisfied yet?! The hell do you want?!" The trap you both were in started to soon contract as you both looked around alarmed as Dabi and you were pushed against eachother, his left boot shooting over the side of your head as he made an effort to try to stop the trap to contract even more.

"Listen-fuck! I was okay when things between us were like that!" You laughed sarcastically despite being desperated.

"Sure you were! Not one of my words meant shit to you Dabi, YOU SAID IT!" you gritted between teeth.

"I LIED OKAY?!" he shouted at your face, one of his staples snapping out of his skin as he opemed his mouth "I APOLOGIZE SINCE I CANT EVEN FUCKING SAY THE TRUTH TO THE PERSON I LOVE STRAIGHT TO THE FACE!" you widened your eyes and to both of you guys relief the now miniscule trap had stopped getting smaller as you both ended up sighing in relief.

"Care to repeat that again?" You looked up at him hesitantly as he stared at your shirt, seeming like he was in a inner battle with himself.

"... You know how my father and mother's relationship was. A arrangement marriage because of quirks. I know zero material about feelings or that shorta of shit. Is just... whenever Im around you I feel, the best of me... and at the same time fear on what Im about to say it makes you feel like you wont need me or just "why am I even with this ashtray?"... I didn't know and dont like how vulnerable I get with you. So, I panicked, if I was honest, what... would your reaction be."

You blinked as he lifted his turquoise eyes to meet yours as you let put a watery giggled.

"You could have said that and I would be happy. It means that the feeling is mutual. I hope so..." you wiped the blood off his face the best you could with your hand "So it meant something the time we spend together?"

"... every second was the best of my whole life actually." He chuckled as he grabbed your hand before you both heard screaming and soon the black cubicle was gone and you two could finally strech your legs and arms.

"You guys are okay?" Toga asked with her pysco smile as you and Fabi shared a look before he tsked with a smile and you nodded at her.

"Yeah, now we are."

(A/n): im so sorry this suckedddddd

[corollaservant]

oh noooo kinks post is gone 😭😭

buddy, you lurkin? this was up for an hour 😳 jk jk—this was filthy, made me feel like i was too disgusting on the internet or shadowbanned. anyways yk what? here you go (cause it was fun to write) <3

(18+) MHA kinks (shiggy, overhaul, dabi)

cw: coercion/gaslighting, edging (lol?), s/m, asphyxiation(implied), kai's mysophobia (the correct term is microphobia but anyways)

Shigaraki: i think he’s into gaslighting and coercion and ik the latter doesn’t classify as a kink (more like an offense) but hear me out:

he brought you to that miserable bar the LoV hangs out in and can’t stop touching you, while you’re forced to sit on his lap. you love public, right? well, no and he knows. whether the LoV watches or not doesn't matter, he wants to see your attitude change, once you can't hide the fact he's fucking you over fabric anymore. his cock twitches, when he stops and you silently beg with your eyes. he'll tell you that he thought you didn't like this while you’ll apologize for even thinking that.

when alone, he’ll have you sprawled on the bed, parting your legs and asking you which you prefer, his fingers or tongue. you’ll brokenly breathe out a “fingers, please” as he’ll sneer and..oblige. he’s clearly skilled, his fingertips tease your cunt as if he’s strumming close chords on a guitar and fuck—you look pretty as shit watching him push them inside. ‘’so you’re saying that you don't like my tongue, yeah?’’ he’ll feign sorrow, you never said that but he makes you reflect on it. ‘’you know what i think? i think you’ll like my tongue just fine’’ he’ll tell you and start sucking on the swelled nub as you tremble. ‘’actually.. you’ll like it more’’

once you shamelessly cum on his tongue exhausted, he’ll continue. ‘’ready for the main event?’’ he’ll ask as you beg him to at least wait a second, you ache down there but he obviously doesn’t care. ‘’there’s no time to wait..come on baby, you know it feels better the second time around.’’ he’ll tell you as his tip splits your folds. you ultimately consider that he might be right after all. actually, he’s never wrong.

Overhaul: this man has an edging kink.. before you say anything, it’s not what you think.

he’ll have you on that examination table (not too heavy on his medical kink tho), mask and gloves on, of course what did you think? that he’d make an exception? the fact he’s even touching you is enough boundaries crossed for him. his gloved hand will spread your juices across your pussy, as he winces behind the bird mask. he hates dirt, bodily fluids, liquids, any bodily emission/discharge, call it whatever you want. the moment he senses your pulse and legs jerking, he’ll remove his hand in fear you might cum on his gloves. you’ll whimper upset but he doesn’t really care, you should thank him for allowing you this proximity in the first place.

same with sex. condoms with him is like the concept of gravity — self fucking explanatory. sometimes he’ll even use two. don’t get him wrong, it’s not like you are the problem, it’s more like your body, he feels like he purifies you each time he thrusts calculated in your cunt (he's delusional). he likes you being vocal as long as you don’t accidentally spit on him, which will earn you a slap.

to prove that the issue is not you, the man will not allow himself to cum inside you, even with the (2) condoms on. he just prefers transmitting the ‘filth’ directly onto you, which means he’ll have you pump his cock and receive all his load (wherever it lands, he makes sure it's angled towards you). 

he's a weirdo of course, but he makes up for it in aftercare. he sterilizes you like there’s no tomorrow. if you’re lucky and you make him cum quick and clean, he might offer a cup of tea and your favorite snack. 

Dabi: sadomasochism. i’ve seen both variations separately done for him before — i just think he’s both.

obviously he’s more into the first (sadism). will treat you like a potato sack, lifting you up without asking, throwing (literally throwing) you to the bed, not caring about where you’ll land and ripping/burning the fabric that clings onto you. assaults your cunt—spits on it and slaps the clit with his hands (sometimes too hard, it makes you cry).

facefucks you the minute you get a hold of his cock, he doesn’t even give you a second, he will grab your head and move it to an unforgiving pace. definitely a cheek slapper — needs to feel his dick in your gums from outside. he might pinch your nose shut and leave you with no airway to..survive. but it’s ok, you make it out alive.

has ropes and recently bought a leash and a collar. it’s red with a black handle and he uses it each time you talk too much. might get bored just holding the handle as he needs to touch (bruise) you, so he’ll hang it to the bed’s end and just pull at the steel. shoots his cum inside only when you're loud enough to make his ears ring. (rip neighbors, they're already considering moving out after they called the cops on him and he almost fried them)

until..

the thing is.. Dabi lives in the past, he doesn’t share his life with anyone so how is he supposed to not dwell on it by himself? has a lot of inflicted pain he can’t share but subconsciously craves. the first time you take liberty in causing him pain ever so little is accidental. you are on top, he’s setting the pace, sure, but your weight falls on his face as your arms enclose his neck. you’re not trying, hell, you don’t even know how to choke someone properly (why would you?) but you need to hold on to something and you think you’re imagining it when you hear a very soft moan. no, you’re definitely imagining it. it will cross your mind later on.

after that, you try to experiment in the territory, you’re in missionary and he thrusts inside you while you bring his neck close and squeeze again. this time you deliberately apply pressure as he hisses a fuck so.. you slap him. it’s a light, small smack on his cheek, again, you don’t want to piss him off but he groans, this time louder and you grin. you might end up slapping him harder the more the sex progresses, the staples hurt your knuckles but he’s making desperate (sexy) sounds.

he’s not gonna be descriptive since he is waay too embarrassed (you will never hear a ‘’shit, i love it when you cause me pain, babe’’) but you don’t care, his expressions tell you everything you need to know.

the next time you’re on top and test the waters, you grab the leash and collar from the nightstand and raise a brow. that’s how most of the communication flows, with mute understanding. he’ll huff in annoyance while his hips involuntarily buck up and he’ll mutter: ‘’shit, whatever.. get this over with.’’ (i hc he calls you bro when embarrassed lol) breath already hitched as you adjust the buckle to his neck. safe to say you’re more than proud to see him fall apart, even if tears never spill from his eyes. 

[heroes-among-us-all]

A Perfect Match

summary: Chisaki isn't looking forward to meeting his soulmate, at least not until he discovers that you are Quirkless.

tags: soulmate!au, fluff, fem!reader

It’s just so annoying. Even though he’s lived with it all his life, Chisaki swears he’ll never get used to seeing that godforsaken timer counting down. It’s always there, in the corner of his periphery, and it only ever disappears when he shuts his eyes and lets everything fade to black.  

A soulmate mark. That’s what it’s called. People have different variations of it—some know the first words their soulmate will ever speak to them, some have a red string tying them to their soulmate that only they can see, and others, like him, have been stuck with a timer since birth that tells him how much longer until he meets his soulmate for the first time.  

And based on how much time is remaining, it looks like he’ll be meeting his soulmate today.  

Chisaki isn’t excited. If anything, he’s dreading the encounter, and he just wishes it would hurry up and be over with. At least then, the timer will disappear, and it’ll be one less thing grating at his nerves. He doesn’t believe in the phenomenon of soulmates, he has no desire for trifling matters such as love, and for a man who loathes being touched, he can’t imagine it would work out anyhow.  

Much of the day goes as planned. He helps Pops with some paperwork, cleans up the office to keep all those pesky germs away, and Chisaki briefly wonders how he’ll even meet you, since he intends on staying home all day.  

“Chisaki,” Pops suddenly says. “Would you mind going out into town and buying me a few things? I wrote a list of what I need.”  

Ah. So, that’s how.  

“Of course,” Chisaki nods, and he puts on his jacket before slipping his shoes on by the door. “I’ll be back soon. It won’t take long.”  

Seriously, it really won’t. Regardless of the fact that he’s going to run into you, he has no intention of staying and chatting. He’s going to reject you right on the spot. Soulmates aren’t real, anyways. What a stupid notion, to think that someone’s greatest love can be predetermined.  

Chisaki adjusts his mask more tightly, then steps outside. He reaches the store quickly enough, and although he hates having to touch things that countless strangers have laid hands on, his gloves provide him with a thin layer of protection from all the filth.  

He tracks down everything he needs at a steady pace, and as he reaches for the very last item on his list, someone else reaches for it at the exact same time.  

Immediately, Chisaki recoils, and he manages to avoid touching a stranger’s hand. But right as he’s biting back the urge to grimace, he realizes that the timer—the same timer he’s had all his life—his finally disappeared.  

Ah.  

So, it’s you. Chisaki turns his head to the side and finds himself looking at a young woman, who is staring back at him wide-eyed and breathless. He has a pretty good idea of what’s going on in your head. You must have realized it, too.  

After more than two decades, he’s finally met his soulmate.  

You’re pretty. Chisaki can at least admit that much. You have nice features, you dress in a way that suggest you care about your appearance, and you have a pleasant, clean scent, which means that you take personal hygiene seriously—thank god.  

But all that being said, Chisaki still has no desire to strike up a relationship with you. He doesn’t enjoy being around people. He can’t even bear to touch people, not counting Pops, who is his family. Not to mention that he’s part of the yakuza, and from what he gleams, you seem to be an average citizen.  

There’s just no reality in which this would ever work out.  

“U-Um,” you stammer, visibly nervous. “Are you...? I mean, um... it’s you, right? You must be my... soulmate.”  

It’s a bit endearing how flustered you are, and for a moment, Chisaki feels slightly guilty about what he’s going to do.  

Still. It’s better to tell you the truth now rather than let you get your hopes up. 

“The timer,” Chisaki nods. “I have it too. Well, I did have it. Up until a few seconds ago, at least.”  

A smile blooms across your lips, and it tugs at his heartstrings a bit, because goodness, you really are adorable.  

“I knew it!” you beam. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is really happening! I’m so excited! But I guess that was pretty obvious, haha. Sorry. I’m going to try to calm down now, but it’s just—this is just so—”  

Chisaki raises a hand. “Before you say anything else, I need to let you know that I have no interest in pursuing a relationship with you.”  

It only takes a second for your expression to sink. 

“...what?” you mumble softly. “But... we’re soulmates. I thought that means we’re supposed to be together for the rest of our lives. I didn’t mean that we should start dating right away, but at the very least, if we could start by getting to know each other...”  

“I’m sorry,” Chisaki says. “I don’t have much interest in romance. I prefer to keep to myself, and frankly, I’m not even sure I believe in soulmates. It all seems far too convenient. It was nice meeting you, but we’ll have to leave it here.”  

By the looks of things, you’re on the verge of tears. Chisaki isn’t a very emotional person, but he can’t fault you for getting your hopes up. This must have been something you’d been looking forward to for many, many years. If only your soulmate was someone else. It’s a pity. You seem like a very nice woman, and he hopes that you’ll find happiness one way or another. Just not with him.  

You swallow hard, just barely managing to hold back your tears. “I... understand. I’m sorry. I came into this with all these expectations, but I never stopped to think that the other person might not have been as excited as I was. I guess I was just really hopeful. I’m Quirkless, so... people have always thought less of me. I figured my soulmate would like me no matter what, but we’re pretty much strangers, so I don’t know what I was thinking. Anyways, I’m sorry again for bothering you. I’d ask your name, but it would probably just make the whole thing more painful.”  

You turn to leave, but in that moment, Chisaki’s eyes have gone completely wide.  

What did she just say?  

“Wait!” he cries out, and you reel to a halt, surprised by the outburst.  

Now it’s Chisaki’s turn to swallow. The roof of his mouth feels dry and uncomfortable, and he worries that perhaps his ears deceived him. 

“You’re Quirkless,” he breathes. “Is that... really true?”  

“I’m not sure who would lie about something like that,” you chuckle weakly. “It’s not exactly something to be proud of.”  

Wrong. You don’t even know just how wrong you are.  

In a world teeming with filth and sickness, those who haven’t been contaminated by the Quirk pandemic are a rarity. People like you are unblemished and pure, and... 

Shit. Chisaki is starting to believe that soulmates might be the real deal, after all.  

“It’s okay not to have a Quirk,” he says, and it’s insane how fast his heart is beating now. “No. It’s better not to have a Quirk. I much prefer it that way.”  

You press your lips together. “Are you making fun of me right now? Listen, I said I was sorry for bothering you—”  

“I’m not making fun of you. I’m being completely serious. Quirks... I’ve never liked them. Just the thought of them makes me sick.” He pauses, inhales sharply to collect himself, then lets out a heavy sigh. “The reason I turned you away is because I thought it would be impossible for us to have a relationship. I break out into hives the moment anyone touches me. I distance myself from people, and the thought of being intimate with someone has always repulsed me. And Quirks are largely to blame for that, because Quirks are a mutation. A disease. That’s why I didn’t think we had a chance. But now that you say you’re Quirkless... I’m starting to think differently.”  

You arch a brow, and it’s clear that you don’t understand where he’s coming from. Fuck. He hopes he isn’t scaring you off. He’s finally, finally found someone who he has an actual chance of being with, and he doesn’t want to ruin this.  

“If you don’t mind... would it be alright if I held your hand?” Chisaki asks breathlessly.  

Once again, you stare back at him in confusion, but it thankfully doesn’t look like you’re opposed to it. You reach out a hand, slow and hesitant, and at the same time, Chisaki peels off on his gloves, letting his skin breathe free.  

When your fingers meet his own, he lets out a soft gasp. Not out of disgust, not out of apprehension, but out of sheer relief.  

No hives. No uncomfortable tightness in his chest.  

You aren’t sick like the rest, which means he can touch you to his heart’s content.  

Chisaki would have liked to hold your hand for much, much longer, but out of fear of scaring you off, he reluctantly lets go and gives you some space.  

“I just wanted to confirm something,” he mumbles. “If it’s you... I’m able to touch you just fine. I don’t get sick. It looks like we’re soulmates for a reason.”  

The look in your eyes is far from judgmental, and when you finally muster up your next words, Chisaki can hear a little hiccup catch in your throat. 

“So... you really don’t mind that I’m Quirkless?” you ask.  

“Not at all. It’s just the opposite. I feel comfortable around you precisely because you’re Quirkless. That must be why we were fated to meet. Because we’re a perfect match.”  

Chisaki has never flirted a day in his damn life, but something he said must have tickled your fancy, because you blush and shyly avert your gaze.  

“I was really worried there for a moment,” you mumble. “It sounded like you wanted nothing to do with me.”  

“I’m sorry,” Chisaki frowns. “I was too quick to judge. I’m very particular about certain things, and I thought there was no chance. But I was mistaken. And if you’re still open to it... I would love the opportunity to get to know you better. Starting with your name. Would you mind telling me your name?”  

“I’m [Name],” you reply, and you flash him another bright, genuine smile. God, he swears he’s already fallen in love with that smile.  

“It suits you. I’m Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.” He takes a moment to think it through, and then, he does something he’s never done before in public.  

He removes his mask so that you can see his entire face.  

Your eyes widen. “Oh, wow. Chisaki, you’re so handsome! I didn’t realize my soulmate would be so gorgeous. Now I can’t help but feel self-conscious by comparison...”  

“I appreciate the compliment,” he chuckles. “But you’re beautiful. I thought so even before I found out you were Quirkless.”  

He watches, with great delight, as you blush yet again. You’re just so adorable. He never thought he would be thanking his lucky stars for having a soulmate mark, let alone one that caused him endless frustration for more than twenty years, but here he is.  

“I was going to head straight home after running some errands for my old man, but how about we sit outside somewhere and chat for a while?” he asks hopefully.  

Your smile returns, this time, wider than ever.  

“Sure!”  

As it turns out, Chisaki doesn’t get back home until much, much later, and he finds Pops waiting for him with his arms crossed.  

“Chisaki,” Pops frowns. “What was the hold-up? You’re usually so efficient when it comes to these things. I was expecting you back hours ago.”  

Normally, Chisaki would have apologized at great length for inconveniencing Pops. He is, after all, the man that brought him and raised him as his own. He loves and cherishes him, and will do anything in his power to repay him. 

But right now, Chisaki is up in cloud nine.  

“I met my soulmate,” he says, setting the shopping bags down. “Sorry, Pops. We got to talking for a while.”  

“Oh?” Pops lifts a brow, and tries—but fails—to hide his smirk. “But I thought you said you wanted nothing to do with them. You told me you didn’t believe in such things.”  

“Well, I changed my mind.”  

“I’ve never known you to be the type to do that. You’re stubborn to a fault. But I’m not complaining. It sounds like you’ve turned over a new leaf. So, then, tell me about this soulmate of yours.”  

For the second time that same day, Chisaki removes his mask—and it’s so that Pops can see his ear-splitting grin.  

“She’s perfect.”  

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY VIII. — FINGERING

cw: Fingering, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Delusional Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Allusions to Stalking, Allusions to Murder / Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Yandere, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Fem! Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: I love Overhaul, he's such an interesting character. You can literally just take the most terrifying and horrific sexual situation and it's him, sorry. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.8k words.

“You’re tense.” 

That sly and wispy voice tickles the shells of your ears, sending slicing shivers down your back, cutting through the flesh. You swallow, saliva now thick and heavy, and your breathing finds itself stuck near the axons of your lungs. Too long, your mind kicks you like a brick through a window, you’re taking too long to respond. 

“S-Sorry, I just feel a little sore.” 

Kai leans forward only by a fraction, that look etched into his face intense and stony. You glance at him before your eyes immediately shift away, and your legs try to mimic your movements, but Kai’s free hand quickly snaps forward with a cottonmouth palm to snag the middle of your thigh. The suddenness of it makes you gasp, that saliva slipping down into your throat, irritating it, and you meekly cough a couple of times. That look on Kai’s face doesn’t change. 

“Last night was a little rough, wasn’t it?” 

Little was an understatement, but you clip your comment. There’s an inkling inside of you that screams at you, that sinks its talons deep into the seam of your brain to rip it apart to tell you that he can read your fucking mind. Fear is a dagger through your heart, every time, the tear goes down to your toes and you swallow again. 

“Yes, I mean. No. No, it wasn’t rough. You just take a lot out of me.” 

That was not a wise selection of words, holy shit. You shouldn’t have said it like that—surely there was some other polite way to have said that, surely? Terror has your mind, those talons growing larger, splitting you apart, folding prions until they’re eating away the matter. Kai’s fingers cinch a little on your thigh before they loosen. 

“I do, don’t I? Unfortunately, it seems like there’s no way to avoid that. Not anymore, at least.” 

What the fuck does he mean by that? Kai’s always been so intense, a force that leached onto your soul, something that sunk its fangs in until he was sucking you dry ever since you met him. Fuck, you wish you wouldn’t have met him. If you close your eyes hard enough, could you wake up? You just softly shake your head, still not looking at him. 

“W-Well, it, um, doesn’t bother me. I—I enjoy being with you.” 

Lies. Lies and damnation, but you’d rather rip your own head off before you upset him. Even if you never quite know what he’s saying, what he drones on about, what those hisses of air that kiss between his teeth ever truly mean. You’ll never understand his enigma, his intricacies. Not like you ever wanted to. 

A chuckle so curt that you can barely tell it was one then hangs in the air. 

“Of course, you do. After all, who would ever take care of you so well? It makes sense, right?” 

Kai’s hand starts to trail up your leg. Your eyes want to close, they glitch, but you keep them open so he doesn’t think you’re trying to avoid him—again, he doesn’t like whenever he thinks you’re ignoring him. Even if it hurts, even if you can feel the air stinging your ducts so sharply that you feel like you could start crying. It hurts, holy fucking shit does it hurt. His hand crawls ever higher. 

“No one. No one has ever treated me like you do.” 

Faster, the hand reaches the heat between your legs in the blink of an eye. 

“That’s because they’ve never been in the presence of an angel before. They don’t know how to behave.” 

You suck air through your teeth whenever one of Kai’s fingers rubs its knuckle up the slit of your cunt through your panties. He goes slow, like he’s testing the waters. It’s too much, the weight reminding you of your fate—destiny—held in the palms of his hands. Things will never be the same, never will be. It’s something strange, but you’re here now. Could those hands turn you into confetti? Could you ask? Finally, your eyes can’t refuse the offer any longer, collapsing into darkness. 

“Look at me. Now.” 

It’s sheer agony to let the light filter in again, but you open them and slowly tilt your head until you meet Kai’s piercing glowing honey eyes. The unknown emotions swirling like peppermint in that frosty color makes you queasy, but he wants you to look at him and you’re too miserable to object. His knuckle grows a little faster before a couple more fingers fall in line with their brother and join the act, and you try to unfocus your eyes and think about how that feels instead of comprehending the mirrors to Kai’s soul. You wonder what he’s thinking about you. No. You don’t want to know what he thinks about you. 

“I don’t like when you’re not paying attention to me. I try to do everything for you, but sometimes it feels like you’re ungrateful for that.” 

Ohhhh, noooo, no no nooo. You didn’t just make him angry, did you? All you did was close your eyes, all you did was close your eyes, your eyes, fuck, no, please. Kai’s eyes squint a little at your stunned silence, the knuckles immediately dig in. You gasp, taken aback, but you start shaking your head. 

“That’s not it! No, I—No, not at all. I love it, yeah. I love it so much. You make me feel really special, I promise, I promise you do.” 

Could you feed into his delusions better? You think he enjoys whenever you remind him that you love him, too, but sometimes it feels like he’s not even hearing you. It feels like he sees whatever reality he wants, whatever scene he needs to play out in his head. You can never understand him. At one point, you thought you did. You thought he was kind, sweet and polite. He was a gentleman that you bumped into one day—someone who helped you up, who held your hand tenderly while he squeezed his eyes together so cutely. Had that even been genuine? Kai’s so fucking gone, it’s not even funny. Maybe you never even knew him at all. You know he stalked you now, even if he’ll never tell you that. You think he doesn’t want your perception of him to change—too late. 

“Ah, then why don’t you like looking at me when I touch you?” 

Kai’s fingers hovel in deeper, and a moan revs in the back of your throat. Your eyes roll a little while you shift, attempting to scoot away from those dastardly fingers discreetly but they follow. Your thighs are tight together now. Kai starts closing in, honing in on your face, knees on the bed, lumbering. Could you shake your head fast enough? Lie, lie! Make him happy before he goes fucking crazy! Blood splatters before the visions in your mind, the television that loops over and over. The look of shock that crossed your old lover’s face while they turned their face to meet yours before their skin warbled like worms writhing in the ground before they exploded into crumbs. 

“Well, I just, it’s. Oh, Kai, you’re so—h-handsome that I can barely comprehend it. It intimidates me.” 

If you seem infatuated even in the darkest times, he’ll stay happy. Always happy. Kai’s eyes return to their former size, and a gentle kind of half moon crosses his face. Those fingers pressing against your cunt reach the edge of your mound to swivel against your clit, and you gasp again at the jolt of electricity that makes your toes curl before his fingers slide back down. They scratch at the stitching of your panties before they begin to wriggle their way underneath the fabric. You bite your bottom lip, teeth like needles. His skin rubbing against the fat of your labia makes you realize how wet you already are from even his most gentle and brief touches. Kai’s trained you. 

“Is that why you’re already soaking? Do you fantasize about me, too?” 

You don’t even dignify that with a verbal response, you just barely smile and exhale a moan. Kai’s fingertips are deft, practiced and refined from how many times he’s touched you. They slip through your lips, collecting your glaze before his middle finger starts to tap against the outskirts of your entrance. A distinct throb elicits another moan, and Kai takes that as a sign to keep going. His middle finger starts to press down. You part so easily for him, fuck, the strange pangs that start in your burning clit and end in your heart make you dizzy. He hilts in, down to the knuckle, and your jaw is clenched and eyes are wrenched open. The way it makes you start to go around in circles, in these mazes of racetracks, of things that never made sense but make your body warm and fuzzy. 

Kai wiggles his finger a little, testing the plasticity of your walls, and the way it makes moans gather near the bottom of your throat almost makes you want to throw up. And once he grows satisfied with that, he carefully withdraws his finger down to the smile of his nail before he slides it back in. Tears are pricking your eyes, is this really that good, and you dip your head. But you don’t take your eyes off of Kai’s face, not now, placate him. It’s like he doesn’t need to blink, those eyes big and bulging. His brows are knitted together. Is he really happy? Is that why his smile seems to grow wider? 

“I can’t believe how good you feel. I never thought I’d feel this way before I met you. Isn’t that so great? It’s like you’re my soulmate, angel.” 

Delusions. Remember that, delusions. His finger picks up its pace before his ring face traces up your slit and buries itself in with its sibling. You moan, loud and pained, and your eyes turn into slits, brows down and shadowing your vision. Kai’s smile stretches. He’s pumping his fingers in and out, and he twists his hand in just the right way to swipe his thumb over your thumping clit. It’s so steamy and engorged, you’re hard and Kai is psychotic. Remember the gaping horror in your best friend’s eyes before their head splattered against the wall. 

“Tell me you think the same. You sound like you agree, so come on, don’t keep a man waiting.” 

Your parents. Your boss. Your coworkers. Your acquaintances. Your beloved pets. 

Gone gone gone gone gone—smashed pumpkins spread across graveyards. 

Kai withdraws his fingers completely before he punches them back in, stabbing through your cunt with a ferocity that makes you gasp and cry out in shuddering agony. His smile is unyielding. 

“Tell me you think the same.” 

Blood drops trickling down your cheeks like tears, fingers strumming melodies inside of you. 

“Yes. I’m your soulmate, Kai.” 

[gojos-fr-bae]

Silence

Pairing: Chisaki x reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, lots of swearing, Chisaki being a bully

It was 11 pm and Kai still hadn't come to bed, which confused you. He had this habit of getting lost in his work, and while it helped him work efficiently, it made him overwork himself a lot. In fact, before you, he would be stuck in his office for days, engrossed in his work.

Knowing this, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Kai!" you called, knocking on his office door...no response.

The door creaks as you push the door open and you see him. Buried in piles of paperwork and looking absolutely exhausted. He was still wearing his unnecessarily huge plague mask but had taken off his green and purple jacket.

The room was dimly lit and although he looked dashingly handsome, he also looked ready to drop right then and there. You made your way slowly to his desk and stood behind him and rested your hand on his shoulder. No reaction.

"Kai, I think you should com to bed, you've been working so hard and need to rest" you whispered softly

"NO" he replied coldly, catching you off guard.

"Come on sweetheart, you need to rest, it's not healthy to stay up this long working" you moved your hand up to his soft hair, running your fingers through it slowly.

He let out a soft sigh but didn't budge.

"I'm fine y/n, just go to bed, I'll be their in a few hours" he said, voice growing colder.

"No Kai, I'm not leaving unless you come with me"

" Y/n, I'm doing something important so just leave"

"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"If it could wait till tomorrow then would I be doing it right now? Gosh just use your common sense"

"Hey! There's no need to be rude"

"Well maybe I wouldn't have to be dude if you weren't so goddamn fucking annoying and would just let me do my work!" he stood up to look at you face to face, raging anger filling his eyes.

oh...

"Oh well I'm so sorry I actually care about your well being which you clearly don't!" you said, eyes beginning to sting.

"Fucking hell y/n, STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE! I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING USEFUL WITH MY LIFE AND INSTEAD OF BEING SUPPORTIVE YOU START GIVING ME THIS BULLSHIT! GET OUT!!"

Well heck. He's never shouted at you or called you such awful things. Stupid? Did he really think that? Is that what he has felt about you all along. Has he always seen you as useless?

You're thoughts were suffocating you and it was all becoming too much. You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs and ran out of his office, slamming the door closed on your way out.

You could barely see ahead of yourself, tears obstructing your vision. Your lung ached from the sobs and cries you were trying (and failing) to hold in.

You rushing into you and Kai's room, closing the door and crashing onto the mattress. You stuffed a pillow onto your face and let your cries free. Your entire body shook from all the pain. And this would continue for another 30 minutes.

~

After you had calmed down, you went numb, your pain slowly turning into anger. Fine, If Chisaki wanted silence so bad, then that is exactly what he would get. With your revenge planned, you slept, prepared for war.

~

You woke up to the feeling of Chisaki's gloved hand wrapped around your waist, his body pressed against your back and his head tucked perfectly into the crook of your neck. The absence of his mask caused his breath to gently fan across your neck.

While all of this usually caused your heart to warm, but today it just annoyed you.

You slowly wiggled out of his grip and began preparing for the day. You made your way out of the closet (it's a walk in closet ofc) and stopped walking when your eyes landed on Kai. He was sitting up on the bed. He had already put on his casual mask.

He turned to look at you and his eyes creased slightly, meaning he was smiling at you.

"Morning angel" he said softly in his rough morning voice.

But you just scoffed and walked out.

Kai quirked his brow in confusion, staring at the door.

"Guess she didn't hear me" he said with a shrug, pushing himself off the bed and to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to get washed up.

~

You were in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and enjoying a plate of waffles and scrolling through your phone when Chisaki mad his way into the kitchen.

He lowered his plague mask to place a quick peck on your cheek, lifting it back up almost immediately.

"Moring" he mumbled

... no response.

This caused him to turn and face you, confusion evident on his features.

"Hellooo?"

Slience

"Angel? What's going on?

And to that all he received was a glare followed by you walking out of the room and leaving him his thoughts. His thought that began reminding him of you tow's dreadful encounter the previous day.

Kai's heart sank as he recalled your encounter. all the hateful word vomit he spewed to you yesterday, all in the name of peace.

The more he thought about it the more pain he felt. his chest constricted, his breathing speeding up. Never in his entire life had he felt like such a revolting peace of shit.

And then it hit him.

You...hate him.

I mean why wouldn't you? after all the pain he caused you you have every right to. But if you hate him, then that means... your going to leave him.

Panic encompassed his entire being as he rushed through the Hassaikai's base. He needs to find. He needs to stop you. He needs to apologise, needs to make you stay, because if you didn't he doesn't know if his heart could take it.

After wandering for a few minutes and found you in the garden, walking along the stone path as you admired the greenery.

Without and once of thought, Chisaki ran to you as fast as he could, engulfing you in his arms.

You were shocked to say the least, and were about to knock him off you before you noticed that he was shaking.

"Kai?" you whispered softly, draping your hands around his waist.

"I'm sorry" he croaked into your neck. " I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry for Being rude to you and for...for calling you stupid" His voice cracked. He pulled back and you saw tears balancing on his water line.

"Please don't leave me"

His words shocked you, leave him?

"Why would I do that?"

"Because i deserve it for being a worthless shitty human being who made you cry and doesn't even deserve to live" he whimpered

"Hey, don't talk like that" you said in a hushed tone, feeling the tears slowly trickle down your face

"I know that you said some pretty rude and harsh things and even if we aren't okay now, if we communicate properly we can work our way though this"

"So...you f-forgive me?"

"No, not yet, but eventually i will"

"And you're n-not... not l-leaving?"

You pulled him into a hug and whispered against his ear,'

"Never"

~

A/N: Heyy~~~ Tis me🤭

© gojos-fr-bae

[overhaulhautecouture]

he's the perfect soulmate 💐🐺

[isabeauwolf]

Okay, took me a minute to find them, but here's my fav Overhaul x reader fanfics! This one is for the female reader's x Overhaul.

I'll make another list for male readers as well! ;) and another for love triangles!

Here's to my fellow members of the Chisaki Nation!!!! I seriously binge read all of these and couldn't stop!

My fav Overhaul x reader fanfics Part 1

(Fair warning, some of these can get dark af, feel free to skip if it isn't your thing). Tell me which ones were your favs? ;)

🐦‍⬛ Forbidden by HungarianShinobi (Doctor Overhaul x reader) : https://archiveofourown.org/works/35521177

🐦‍⬛ Arms At Rest by Yoshinori : https://archiveofourown.org/works/16100765/chapters/37607249

🐦‍⬛ Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) by krazenground : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24366637/chapters/58765354

🐦‍⬛A Blistering Affection (Overhaul x reader) by Crimsoncat : https://archiveofourown.org/works/28194690/chapters/69088494

🐦‍⬛The Whispering Darkness by InorganicOne2230 : (Sleep Hollow AU Overhaul x reader) https://archiveofourown.org/works/34057876/chapters/84719488

🐦‍⬛Purity by InorganicOne2230 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/21403249/chapters/50990824

🐦‍⬛The Club (Purity Spin-Off) by InorganicOne2230 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39041481/chapters/97659105

🐦‍⬛All That Led Us Here by InorganicOne2230 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22309051/chapters/53285557

🐦‍⬛A God Named Destruction by xillustratoryx : https://archiveofourown.org/works/48788473/chapters/123073762

🐦‍⬛Love Without Boundaries: (Overhaul x Hero Reader) by ArondightDusk: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33562012/chapters/83394898

🐦‍⬛Control (Overhaul X Reader) by CranberryCandy : https://archiveofourown.org/works/26102626/chapters/63493396

🐦‍⬛Home Sweet Home | Chisaki Kai x Reader by Kikyo851 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32472970/chapters/80530477

🐦‍⬛Corrupt | Chisaki Kai x Reader by Kikyo851 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18387173/chapters/43543130

🐦‍⬛Migraine by Boerning : https://archiveofourown.org/works/37282840/chapters/93025036

🐦‍⬛Supreme by les_inquiets: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28878405/chapters/70842282#workskin

@dummy-mars @lilydaspitfyre @togeandmegumilover @fanofflames @yey56 @phantomhoeass @ xllizs @ghostreaderwazaa @staitc-rj @slayfics @x-kiwi-03 @xxchisakislittleangelxx @angelblueflame @cherry-queens-blog @overhaulings @overhaulisms @overhauling @villainsandvictimsalliance @number1villainstan @fairymama624

[anomaly-hivemind]

Forever and Always, My Dear ☆ Overhaul x Reader | Kinktober Day 4

Summary: All these men out here are just for the streets, they can't stay loyal and only want one thing. But you're not like that... right Chisaki?

Word Count: 3419

Tags: dark themes, kidnap, they match each other's freak, femcel, yandere? gaslighting, oral (male receiving), hand jobs, toxic couple, childhood best friends, blackmailing?,  bondage, depictions of violence?,  love bites, rough sex,?, vaginal penetration, penis in vagina sex, creampie Noncon but just for pretenzies ;), CNC, drugging, praise, degradation, praise,  reader is delusion, manipulation, knife play (in a way) choking, non-quirk au, verbal abuse, physical abuse,

Y/N clasped her hands together happily as she looked at the completed meal. You quickly wrapped up the food and then covered it with tops so Kai wouldn’t be grossed out.

Kai Chisaki was your best friend and had been for many years so you were quite familiar with his quirks. Such as his extreme germaphobia. You were clean but you were shocked to see that he broke out in hives. So over the years, you had upped your cleaning game and now Kai trusted you to have cleanliness up to his standards.

Today was finally the day, or night you supposed, that you was going to see you best friend. Friendship was such a beautiful thing, friends were always there when you needed them and right now you really needed a friend.

You heard a knock on the door and opened it up, happy to see the man standing in the doorway.

“Hey Kai, good to see you,” You lead him, closing and locking the door.

“Yeah,” He replied, coming in and gravitating to the Clorox wipes. He wiped down a chair and the table where he would be sitting.

“You know I’m so glad you could make it. I mean you don’t know how much I need this,” you said bringing the food over. 

“Yeah, Yeah whatever.” He said waving you off. You handed him wrapped utensils and the food you prepared separately at his request.

He unwrapped the food and carefully inspected it before taking a bite.

“So… what do you think?” You asked, standing there nervously as he ate.

“It’s good,” He said, taking another bite with the straight face he always has.

You smiled, “I’m so glad you think so, the last guy I was dating said that my cooking was shit and I would shame my future husband. I mean to talk about delusional, my cooking is amazing and it’s men nowadays who are going to shame their future wives. No steady job, no house, they can barely provide for themselves and wanna walk about the fact that I can’t “hold down the fort for them.” You ranted, completely ignoring whatever reaction Overhaul may be having to your speech.

“And then on top of that all they do is lie and cheat, I mean men, no males are just the worst, they’re all low value. I mean you agree with me right Kai, males these days have no ambition.”You said looking at him for the first time since you began yammering on.

“Um… yeah sure,” he said, looking at you with a deadpan face.

“Yeah, you’re not like that at all, you're one of the good ones,  Kai” You smiled, sitting down and resting your head on your hands. 

“Are you gonna eat?” Overhaul said, raising an eyebrow.

“Not right now, I just wanna watch you eat.” You said, and you waited and waited, until finally. Overhaul clenched his forehead and his fork clattered to the ground. 

“You- bitch… what the hell did you do,” Overhaul choked out.

“Kai, you’re the best man around I know. I can’t in good conscience let you get away, we have to be together forever and always, my dear.”

 As Kai collapsed you came around and caught his body.

………………………………

Kai awoke to you looking right at him. He looked around where he was and he seemed to be tied to a bed with his hands chained up.

“You crazy bitch, where the hell did you get cuffs like this?”  he pulled against the chains.

“I have my sources, I brought you some food,” You said, offering a wrapped plate.

“No thanks, I'd rather not have you use me while I'm drugged up and unconscious,”  He said, giving you a slight glare.

“Ok, it wasn’t drugged but I get the message, you wanna be fully coherent for our first time. Oh, Kai, you’re so sweet; to think that we’ve been friends for so long and now our romance is blossoming.” You said with a dreamy expression on your face. 

Crawling towards him you caressed his face gently. “You’re so lovely Kai,” You said as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He resisted your touches and you pulled away, sighing. 

“Come on Kai, don’t be that way. If you don’t entertain me, then I'm gonna have to kill you.” looking at you Overhaul could tell you were serious, you were a bit crazy after all; god knows the mess y'all got into in high school. 

Going in for another kiss you were glad when Kai kissed back, his lips melding against yours. They were warm and soft, and kissing him made you crave more. As you climbed into his lap you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He bit it and you yelped, jumping back a bit.

“Dammit kai!” you yank him forward by the hair causing him to hiss out in discomfort before you took out a knife and pressed it to his neck. “I know you don’t wanna die so I’m sure that was an accident right?” You asked as you pressed the blade to his skin again.

“Yeah, an accident,” He agreed slowly. 

“Of course, that’s what I figured, what man would try to harm the woman he loves, A pretty awful man but you’re not like that~” Going back to making out, you savored your bite-free kiss, and your lips began to travel, from his jaw to his neck, down his chest and so forth, litterings lovebites as you went. 

“As much as I want to savor the moment, I can hardly wait any longer.” You giggled as you slipped down Overhaul’s pants, and underwear. You gently took his cock and wrapped one hand around the base before you began jacking off the other. You took some of his precum and spread it over the tip and down his shaft for lubricant before beginning to stoke again. Alternating your grip and twisting your hand for maximum pleasure you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his tip. 

“Kai if you’re a good boy and promise not to cum until I say so then I’ll reward you okay,” It wasn’t really a question to answer and you didn’t care what he said or if he even attempted to answer you as you went right back to stroking and kissing up and down his dick.

“You have such a pretty cock, Kai,” You said, sucking gently on the side of his shaft and tickling his balls. You enjoyed the taste of him and you wanted more. You gave a quick suck to his balls before licking a stripe up his cock and wrapping your lips around his tip. You slowly inched your way down his length, the salty taste of precum on your tongue. You were about three-quarters down when you decided to pull away. As you bobbed your head slurping down on his length you took and stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

You moaned as you continued to tease him with your mouth. To think that you had him in your mouth right now, and he tasted so good. You could hardly believe it if it wasn't for the fact that his tip kept hitting the back of your throat. You were sure that was gonna leave a bruise later. You just wished you could trust him enough to uncuff him. To have his hands all over your body and groping you. His meticulous fingers playing with your nipples, You bet he would roll him around between his fingers and pinch them so roughly you’d think they’d fall off. You get thrown out of your fantasy when he uses his knee to push you away. 

If that was the game he wanted to play you would gladly teach him a lesson.  You yank his leg forward, causing him to slide back on the bed. His arms were above his head due to the chains and he tried to pull himself up with a groan. You dig your nails into his skin as you give him a pout. 

“That wasn't very nice, I want an apology,”   You tighten your grip on his leg and he tries to pull away. 

 “…let me go, you’re a fucking psycho,” He said in a pant, his voice loud but shaky. You didn't like his tone and had half a mind to grab the knife again. But your mouth had other ideas. 

“That's not a sorry and you know it.  If you wanted me to be more rough with you. All you had to do was ask” A wide smile grows on your face and you lean down to give him a nice sharp bit to his perfect skin. 

You clenched him harder when he winced and tried to move away again. None of this would do, you thought to yourself. You had sunk your teeth into him causing a deep mark to have formed when you pulled away and licked the spit off your lips.  A few more of these should get him in order, even if only for a little bit.

“Get off me you fucking slut! Untie me and let me leave. I don't like you, you bitch.” Kai hissed and yelled and pulled wildly on his restraints while kicking at you.  You let out a sigh and shake your head. You move forward and harshly grab his 

You slap him, mostly harder than intended based off the look on his face, and grip his chin. 

"I don't like hurting you like this, but you need to behave." His cheek was red and tears had formed in his eyes, but you knew it worked based on the fact that he was quiet and no longer struggling at the moment so you gave him a soft kiss. 

“If you keep acting up I’m gonna have to punish you for real next time, and I don’t wanna do that, because I love you after all,”

You turned your attention back to Kai.  You decided to go back and suck on him again. You wanted to taste his cum and he was less than deserving of the pleasure you instilled in him and it was far to find a punishment.

  You take him fully in your mouth, he lets out a moan as he forces himself to stay still. But you knew you were making him feel good no matter how quiet he tried to be.  You could feel him throb in your mouth as you hallowed out your gums.

You were pulled out of your head and pulled yourself off of his head as well as he thrusted up into your mouth so hard you began to choke. You coughed and patted on your chest as you tried to gather yourself and catch your breath.

“Dammit Kai, I’ve had enough of this!”  You yelled as you wrapped your hands around his neck, he rolled around and began kicking and kneeing you in the back but you didn’t let go until he slipped on the bed.  His breathing was slowing down and you see him close his eyes. You guess that his stress had become too much for him and he had passed out. 

You poke his check slightly and he doesn't respond.  “Sweet dreams kai, maybe we can try again later,”

………………………..

You came back into the room and found Kai still peacefully sleeping. He looked so sweet and non-threatening like this, but the position he was in did look a bit uncomfortable, maybe you could just uncuff him for a little while and move the cuffs in a way that he could lay down.

You uncuffed one of his hands and slowly lowered him. Suddenly his eyes flashed open and he flipped you over and began choking you. 

Air quickly escaped your lungs and barely entered. You kicked your legs and tried to claw his hands away from your neck but to no avail 

“L-let go of--me,” You struggled to utter the words, and as you looked up into the furious eyes of your childhood friend and all you could think of is… damn, he’s so sexy~ 

“Dammit you demented whore, why do you have that expression on your face?” Overhaul hissed as he stared at you down. 

A shaky smile came to your face. “Because I love you, Kai,” You wrapped your legs around his waist and in a quickly rough motion brought him down flat against your body, loosening his hold on you.  You used the momentum, but you still had to flip so you were on top.

“I don’t understand why you’re so cruel to me when I love you so dearly. You’re not supposed to be like the others! I don’t understand why all men are like this!” You said almost on the verge of tears. You almost whore you could see his expression of fury falter. You wrapped your legs around his neck until he fell conscious, he couldn’t try to harm you again, you would make sure of it.

You get up go into the closet and grab a new set of chains.  You set them up on the bed and pull him down the bed, tying his legs up, they were nice and spread out and secure, he wouldn't be moving anytime soon. Moving up to his arms down with the now loosened chain and tightening the cuff Kai’s body was fully laid out on the bed.

You lick your lips as you look at his unconscious body, and you look him up and down in his new state.  You get up and sit on top of him, taking off any remaining clothes you had and tossing them onto the floor. 

You rub yourself against his cock, your slick providing good friction. You let out a sigh as you feel him get rock under your cunt. You grip it in your hand when you think you are wet enough to take him, sliding him into yourself, feeling him spread your walls wider causing you to let out a pleased huff. 

When Kai came to (again) he was completely chained up, arms and legs, If they were any tighter then his body might be slightly suspended in the air.  And of course, there was you riding him to high heaven. Your pussy was gushing and squeezing around him and his dick was hitting all the right places,

“Morning sleepyhead you were out so much longer than I thought you would be, but luckily I knew exactly how to wake you up,” Kai looked up at you with a perplexed expression. 

“What the fuck are you doing, you filthy fucking Bitch, I’ll kill you!” Kai almost screamed at you, as he listed off a few other things he was going to do when he got out of the chains, that was if he was going to get out or even if he would want to get out by the time you were done with him. 

You ignored what he was saying and leaned down to him. Bracing yourself on his shoulder you were so close that the tips of your noses were touching. You rolled your hips into him and he hissed. 

“Look Kai, I know you like this, and I know you like me. If you didn’t like me then you wouldn’t have come over, if you didn’t like me then you wouldn’t eat my food, and if you didn’t like me you easily could’ve pushed me off you earlier but you didn’t.” You pressed a kiss to his lips and pressed your hands on his chest to lift yourself slightly off of him.

“You're delusional!”  As your ass slapped against Overhaul's thighs you rubbed your hands over Chisaki’s chest, it was so warm and strong. Lewd squelches and plaps bounced off the walls, he felt so good inside of you that you just couldn’t keep in your moans. 

You bounce up and down on his shaft. He was gripping on the cuff tightly as he glared up at you. Every thrust contributed to the creamy white ring forming at the base of Chisaki’s cock. He closed his eyes as you rode him, your pussy spasmed and clenched as you came. 

“A-augh~ kai you feel so good`’ you cried out.

“Shut the hell up- shit,” he spat at you, all thought his tone was shaky and didn’t hold as much of a bite as his other insults and comments. You had to take a breath for a moment, halting your movement. 

“Kai I know this feels good just let yourself enjoy this,” You started back up again grinding your his. It was like a slip and slide with how slick you were down there.  He shook his head, but his flushed face was telling you something else.  You wiggled your hips and tucked your legs closer to his thighs; his skin was so warm against you.  

“Get Oo-Ha fuck…”  Chisaki tried to protest but his words turned into a moan as your walls clenched against his cock.  You could imagine that if his hands were tied he would be pulling into your hips and fucking into you and the thought was what makes you feel like you're going to have an orgasm on the spot but you hold strong, wanting the intimate moment of being able to cum together. 

You were riding him at a slow pace just to savor the moment, you could feel him throbbing inside you.  You were in a daze,  and your body was shaking, you both were getting close. You could tell from the way that his hips involuntarily bucked up into yours. Along with your own thrusts the fat head of his cock was pressing against the sweet spot of your cervix so wonderfully, you could barely keep it together.

“Kai please cum inside me~” You whined, quickening your pace.  You bit your lip trying to stave off your orgasm. But with the way he was fucking into your pussy you could feel your control quickly slipping away.

“Oh Kai, you feel so good, and you’re so sexy… I love you, I love you, I love you… please come inside me… you have to make me feel good because we love each other…” You panted. Overhaul growled as his hips rutted up into yours harder.

“Shut up- ah- fucking… slut-” As warm ropes of cum filled your cunt you could feel yourself spasming around him. Amorus bliss filled your body and you cried out from the pleasure. Your chest heaved and you collapsed beside Chisaki on the bed, Your sweat made the sheets cling to your skin; combined with Chisaki’s seed that was spilling out onto the sheets  it was time for a shower and time to change the sheets.

You pressed a kiss to Chisaki’s lips which he readily accepted before you rolled over to get the key for the cuffs out of the drawer.

After he was free Overhaul rubbed his wrists with his hands, there were slight red marks decorating his pale wrists.

“Were they too tight?” You asked as you got up. He shook his head.

“No, now let's go shower before I break out in hives.”

………………………..

As the both of you lay beside each other you looked over and smiled. You rested your head on Kai’s head before you decided to speak. 

“Are you doing alright?” you had said while tracing his skin. 

“I mean you kinda choked me a bit more than expected but nothing I didn’t like or couldn’t handle.” You nod at his comment and place a kiss on his skin wanting to soothe him.

“Yeah, and when you were degrading me it was crazy hot, I had shivers going down my spine. My acting was pretty good right?” You asked eagerly, as you snuggled deeper into his arms. He only hummed and nodded in response.

“Kai I know that was a scenario but you don’t actually hate me right?” You said looking over to him with a pouty look.

“No, i don’t hate you”

“But I wanna hear you say that you love me, forever and ever and always and always, come on Kai say I’ll love you forever and always, my dear,” You said trying your best to imitate him as you sat up on your elbows. Overhaul groaned as he shoved your head back into the pillows.

“I’m not saying all that shit dumbass,” he said looking away. You gave Him a pout and he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Of course, I love you, dumbass,”

[narumi-gens]

Triptych | "Fate put us on the same path."

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/ageless/blank blogs dni, yandere, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, complicated family dynamics, codependency, daddy issues, abandonment issues, reader says "faults" but should really be saying "red flags" lol

notes: this is from a non-chronological series so the parts can be read (mostly) on their own or in any order. someone left the nicest comment on this fic on ao3 and I felt like I needed to update this fic, so this is your regular psa on the importance of leaving comments!

words: 2.2k

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The Middle

You’re having trouble breathing. You’re having literal trouble breathing. 

The shiromuku is so heavy and tied so tightly that it feels like each breath you take requires a monumental effort. There’s an ache forming in your shoulders from the pure weight of it all. You’ve spent so much of your life in kimono that you can put one on blindfolded. But this? This wedding kimono is another beast entirely. 

“It’s a bit tight,” you wince, causing the two women currently in the process of tying the obi around your middle in an extravagant knot to softly titter. 

“I know. It’s all a bit cumbersome,” the older woman in front of you commiserates before smiling at you so kindly that it alleviates your discomfort for a brief moment. “But it’s worth it. You look beautiful, just as every bride should. Your husband is a lucky man.”

You let out a noncommittal hum, which is cut short by a soft grunt when the woman behind you gives your obi a particularly harsh yank. 

“How did the two of you meet?” she asks, trying to distract you from how uncomfortable you feel as they continue to tie you up in beautiful silk. 

“We grew up together,” you reply, deciding the simplest answer is the easiest. 

“Ah, so fate put you both on the same path,” she observes with a soft smile and her words have you suddenly feeling breathless for a reason entirely unrelated to the thick layers of fabric wrapped around you.

“I guess so,” you murmur, but before you can lose yourself in your thoughts, you wince when your obi is given one final tug.

“There we go,” the older attendant behind you declares proudly as she adjusts the obi knot. As difficult as it physically is to do so, you sigh with relief knowing that the fussing is almost over. It’s been over an hour by this point. “All that’s left is the uchikake.”

One of the women lifts up the final and thickest layer that will be worn over your kimono. You reach out to gently trace the beautiful designs embroidered on the white silk. As your finger follows the outline of a crane’s beak, you can’t help the frown that forms on your lips.

“Can we take a break?” you ask and there’s a pause at your unexpected request. 

“O-of course,” the attendant in front of you says as she carefully places the uchikake back in its box before she and the other woman leave the room. 

When you hear the door close behind you, your posture droops as much as it can in such a restrictive kimono. Instinctively, you tug at the collar to try and loosen it slightly at the neck only to immediately worry that you’ve ruined the women’s hard work. 

You turn towards the room’s floor-length mirror and feel a rush of relief when you see that the collar appears untouched. Your eyes then drift to take in your full reflection for the first time and your lips part slightly in surprise.

So much of your life has been dictated by tradition — from the way you were raised to the clothing you had been made to wear to the marriage that your father tried to arrange for you — that the last thing you wanted was a traditional Shinto wedding ceremony. However, as you see how beautiful the shiromuku is, and how elegant you look in it, you’re in awe. 

But the longer you look at yourself, the more reality begins to set back in until the small frown on your face is reflected at you in the mirror. Without the distraction of the two women dressing you in such an elaborate garment, all you’re left with is the image of someone you don’t recognize — or rather the image of a future that you never envisioned for yourself. 

Eventually, the reflection becomes too much and you turn away from it to look out the window into the shrine’s gardens. When you see how dreary the weather is as it continues to rain like it’s been doing all morning, you sigh and rest your forehead against the glass. Your fingertip follows the path of a raindrop as it runs down the window’s surface and you absently wonder if the weather is a poor omen for your marriage. 

Not that an omen would matter now, considering you and Kai have already filed your paperwork and have been legally married for weeks. This ceremony is just that — ceremonial. So you’re not what it is that has you feeling so out of sorts.

Maybe it’s the chaos of the last months. Your mind has been a mess as you’ve tried to navigate your grief for your father, your guilt over not having returned home sooner, your indecisiveness about what you were going to do next, and your conflicting feelings toward marrying Kai.

You hear the door open behind you and brace yourself for the gentle scolding that you’re about to receive from one of the attendants for wrinkling your kimono with your slouched posture. You drop your hand to your side with a soft sigh.

“Can I have just another minute or two?” you ask, not quite ready to bear the weight of the thick uchikake that they’ve come to drape you in. 

But when you look over your shoulder, it’s not the attendants who have entered — it’s Kai. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him in his montsuki haori hakama. While you of course knew what a groom wore during a Shinto ceremony, seeing Kai in the outfit stuns you. With the black haori, matching kimono, and striped hakama, he looks every bit the part of the Hassaikai’s wakagashira. 

He’s always looked good in the suits he wears, but there’s something about seeing him dressed so traditionally that makes your cheeks feel warm. When your gaze finally returns to his face, you’re relieved that he’s chosen to wear a simple black face mask like you’re accustomed to seeing him in rather than the beak-like one that you detest.

As your eyes meet his, you give him a weak smile and turn back to the window. His steps are soft against the tatami as he moves to join you.

“It’s raining,” you needlessly point out with a small frown. 

“Rain washes things clean,” he replies and somehow, the simple statement manages to put you slightly at ease. Silence settles over you both and the longer that it stretches on, the louder you hear the attendant’s words echoing in your head.

“One of the women said something when she was dressing me,” you eventually blurt out. When you hesitate, he gives you a hum to continue. “She said fate put us on the same path.”

Even without looking at him, you can tell that the sentiment pleases him. 

“She’s right. This is where you belong.” It’s such an expected response that you would feel annoyed if your mind wasn’t already so preoccupied.

“With the Hassaikai?” you gently scoff.

“With me,” he’s quick to answer, his firm tone giving you pause. 

You glance at him to find that his attention is already focused on you rather than the view of the garden. The weight of his gaze feels almost as heavy as your shiromuku and when you can no longer meet it, you look back out the window.

“How…” you begin before trailing off. You hesitantly bite your lip as you consider your words. “How do you think Dad will react when he finds out we’re married?”

You try not to linger on how your question is predicated on the optimistic assumption that your father will wake from his coma. When Kai doesn’t immediately answer you, you sigh.

“He’ll probably be happy,” you say dryly. “All that work he did to force me into marrying a yakuza and he got what he wanted in the end.”

An unexpected wave of exhaustion overwhelms you, and you bring a tired hand to your forehead. You’re certain that right now, you’re the antithesis of a blushing bride. 

“I told the old man I would marry you.”

Your hand drops at the sudden admission and when you turn to him with wide eyes, you find that he’s now looking out the window. 

“When he tried to marry you off, marry you away, I told him that you should marry me.” His frown is hidden beneath his mask, but you can see the tension lining his eyes. “But he said no.”

The questions come to you in a flurry. Why did your father turn him down? Why didn’t Kai tell you? How long has he been planning this? Has he been waiting years to marry you? How different would your life be if you had married him? Does any of it really matter now that you are married?

But with all of the questions that your mind is racing with, there’s one that comes to the surface. Is he in love with you? 

You feel stupid for thinking it. It’s a dumb thing for a wife to wonder about her husband, even if the labels are still new. But mostly, the idea of love is something that you’ve never considered of Kai. 

You’re not so naive as to think that his intentions toward you have only ever been chaste or innocent. In fact, innocent is a word you would never use to describe him. He’s spent enough nights in your bed over the years for you to know that he’s attracted to you on at least a physical level. 

Likewise, you’re not blind to his faults. He’s a dangerous man who does violent work. He’s obstinate to a frustrating degree. And his nature has always been possessive — of the Shie Hassakai’s power and reputation, of the territory that he perceives as rightfully theirs, and of you. 

Maybe for him, that is love.

And he’s always watched over you. He’s protected you. He never abandoned you. He kept you from harm. That’s more important than something as ephemeral as love could ever be. 

“What were you going to do? If I ended up married to some other yakuza?” you finally ask. When Kai turns to face you, you’re unsurprised by the dark look in his eyes.

“I would have killed him.” His response is a threat, but there’s no heat or anger in his tone. He tells you his plan to free you from a forced marriage with the same sort of indifference he would if he were telling you the sky is blue. 

You should probably be horrified that he’s talking so easily about murdering someone. But the tears that you can feel beginning to form aren’t from fear. You take a step toward him and close the gap between you before dropping your forehead to his chest. A gloved hand immediately comes up to rest on the back of your neck and keep you close.

“Always looking out for me, huh?” you murmur with a wet laugh, a faint smile tugging at your lips. He gives your neck a reassuring squeeze. 

Ever since you first brought Kai to your father all those years ago, he’d treated him like the son he never had. You had seen him look past Kai’s flaws as easily as you always have. But if his adopted son had openly gone against him to kill the man he intended for you to marry, you don’t know what he would have done. 

He was willing to risk it all to keep you safe. If that isn’t love, then you’re not sure what is — you don’t care what it is. To you, it’s everything. 

You clutch the fabric on his haori in a pitiful attempt to tug him closer. Despite your best efforts, you can feel a tear escape and roll down your cheek. You quickly brush it away with another sniffle.

Once you no longer feel like you’re about to shed any further tears, you lift your head, although his hand on your nape doesn’t let you go far. Slowly, your hand releases its grip on him and you run your palm over the material to smooth over any wrinkles you may have caused.

Your gaze settles on the symbol embroidered over his chest — the Shie Hassaikai’s emblem in place of where a family crest would traditionally be. You carefully trace the white thread.

“You know, it suits you,” you tell him with a soft smile. You glance up at him and nod meaningfully to his haori, the one in the style of the Shie Hassaikai’s kumicho. With an affectionate touch, you then straighten the front of his kimono, although it’s a needless gesture. You then give him a gentle push. “Get out of here. I have to finish getting ready.”

[schlechtenhunde]

your flowers, my loves

happy valentine's day! (enjoy exclusive art not posted on twitter)

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤. 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “it’s yours, isn’t it?” kai asks quietly, watching with darkened eyes as you take his half-hard length into your hands and run your tongue along the side before curling it underneath his leaking tip. “fuck yeah, it’s yours…”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kai chisaki/gn!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 2.93k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content, yandere overhaul, mean overhaul, gn reader, hard degradation, blowjobs, facefucking, crying, piss, bad relationship, overhaul is controlling, past kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, cum swallowing, some reeeeally mean shit ngl.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“And where have you been all night?”

The cold tone and sudden surprise of hearing Chisaki’s voice in the dead of night as you re-entered the main base of the Shie Hassaikai makes you jump, your eyes wide and frightened as you register the bubbling fury in his voice. He was so angry, you could tell — and that did not bode well for you. Overhaul had a heavy tendency to take out his anger on the nearest living person, and that so frequently was you. 

“I was out-“ you begin meekly, but he interrupts you without a moment’s phesitation.

“I know that you were out. I asked you where.”

“With — With my friends,” you answer quietly, already looking down and avoiding the flare of further anger that was sure to pop up in his eyes at the mention of them; he hated your friends, hated how desperate they were to take you away from him, to make you leave him and settle down with some guy who could never hope to please you like he could — in his eyes, you were an object he possessed, his most prized treasure, and no one was going to steal you away. 

“Why?” he asks lowly, leaning against the doorframe with narrowed eyes that flitted over your body; you were dressed in something he didn’t remember buying you, and if he found out one of your ‘guy friends’ had bought it, you were going to be in so much trouble. “You know I hate them, Y/N — and who bought you that? I know I didn’t.”

“I bought it with the birthday money you gave me last month,” you respond softly, “I tried showing it to you before I left when I told you I was leaving because I wanted you to see it and wanted to know if you liked it, but you told me that you didn’t have time to look and continued working.” This makes him pause. He did remember telling you he was busy, and he did remember you telling him that you were going out, as well as asking him to look at your outfit. 

Well damn. 

He uncrosses his arms with a sigh, still leaning against the door, and looks at the way you’re standing: hands folded together in front of you, head down — whether from fear or respect, he didn’t care — back straight as he prefered, and breathing slow and calm. He’d almost believe that you were unbothered if it weren’t for the way your right index finger was twitching, revealing your nervousness. 

“Come here,” he finally says, voice soft and saccharine in a way he knew you weren’t used to; it makes you stiffen a little in surprise, he notices, and it coaxes a half smile onto his face as you walk over quietly. He raises his hand, mindful of the way you don’t flinch as you’d once done, and carefully brushes some of your hair behind your ear; it had been lightly swaying in the breeze from the air conditioner, and therefore was irritating him. Once your hair is properly placed, he gently cups your chin with one hand, making your eyes gaze into his gooden ones as he says, . “I know you didn’t just dress this way for me, dearest.”

He watches your eyes widen, whether from shock or fear ( truthfully he doesn’t care ) and enjoys the way you try to pull together your story — all while you try to figure out why he thought you would ever be unfaithful. 

“K-Kai, I didn’t-!” you cry, leaning forward and putting your hands on his chest. One runs up along it to end at his jaw after a gentle caress of his skin, something which would usually soften his hardened exterior, but his eyes are as dangerous as ever, and you fear what lies his kind has cooked up in your absence. “Kai?  Kai, I would never — Kai, I love you, I promise, and I’ve been good-!”

“Have you?” he asks softly, a sort of falsified ( though so very real at the same time ) affection curling around the edges of lust and contempt. 

“Yes, yes, I have!” you whisper shakily, and he scoffs out a soft laugh as he studies you with an imperceptible look in his eyes, the lack of emotion fairly worrying.  

Taking you by the chin with a touch far gentler than his intentions, he murmurs “Follow me,” and allows his hand to caress your jaw and run down your arm before his fingers interlock with yours so he can hold your hand as he leads you deeper into the bowels of the base. Normally, despite how the two of you had gotten to this point ( he had dragged you kicking and screaming from your old job and held you captive for over a year before your mind shattered and you fell in love with him, though the process was by no means easy; it had been another year since then, and you’d not strayed from the base for more than a few hours since — and never without armed escorts, even to your friends’ houses ), this motion would comfort you, lull you into a sense of serenity —Kai only ever held your hand when he wanted to make love with you, he’d made sure that you knew that, but this time? No, something felt off. 

“Kai? Where are we going?” You ask, your voice as soft as ever ( and hardly hiding the waver within itself ). He doesn’t answer, instead leading you past the bedroom the two of you shared and into the hallway of bedrooms beyond it; you never came down here much, only when Kai felt like being particularly vicious during sex, and a worried pit grows in your stomach — despite this, you don’t try to wriggle away. Kai would never actually hurt you, he loved you way too much. 

He stops outside of a door made of dark wood, and a sense of familiarity runs through you as you recognize it to be the room he’d first fucked you in. The event hadn’t been a pleasurable affair, at the time he’d just assumed you’d feel good as long as he did — but you’d cried and cried until it was over, and then every night it happened until one night it just… felt good, like he’d said it would. Eventually it just became easier to melt into it and let your body collapse beneath him, and shortly after you accepted the pleasure, so too did your mind follow. 

“Inside,” Kai orders quietly, “Now.”

You do as told, releasing your own grip on his hand and slipping inside then waiting for him to follow you, which he does quickly. You hear the lock click as it engages, and as your boyfriend turns he begins unbuckling his belt. 

“On your knees,” he says simply, and you follow the order with the speed of a long-learned hunting hound ( though you’d never compare yourself to a dog unless Kai requested you do so ). He doesn’t even have to give the order to unbuckle his belt and take his pants off considering you’re on top of it before he even needs to; that was another thing Kai had taught you: how well-versed you were in reading him. Why then would you know instantly what he wanted of you if the two of you weren’t meant for each other? That had been one of your first lessons. 

“Can I please have it?” you ask softly, eyes going soft and brain turning to mush almost on instinct as Kai pulls his cock from the confines of his pants. Your body knew what it was intended to do, what Kai had sculpted it into being; you were his perfect love, the only person worthy of him, and it was a never-ending pleasure to watch you crumble at his knees every time he popped open the top button of his trousers.  

“It’s yours, isn’t it?” Kai asks quietly, watching with darkened eyes as you take his half-hard length into your hands and run your tongue along the side before curling it underneath his leaking tip. “Fuck yeah, it’s yours…”

You lap at the tip of his cock in mock-hesitance in the way you know he likes when in these sorts of moods, your eyes fluttering open and closed slowly as you begin to sink into the lull created by the weight of his dick in your mouth, and Kai watches with the hunger of a starved beast. It had taken months to shape you

 this way, to force you to conform to his every whim after he’d stolen you off the streets. Hours had been spent beneath his desk or on the bed in nothing but a spider gag, his cock down your throat and one hand loosely fisted in your hair as tears ran down your cheeks and you whined and gagged around him. Weeks spent bound, spent spread open, spent forced into orgasm after orgasm by his hands and tongue alone — months spent in lavish luxuries you’d never experienced before, silk bedding and goose down pillows and foods you’d never even heard of ( but now craved ). Gentle touches to combat the rough ones, soft caresses against hard slaps, sweet kisses to aggressive bites — Kai had broken you down all thanks to a patience he’d not even known he’d possessed beforehand, but he had been and still was willing to do whatever it takes to keep you in his clutches; you are his perfect lover, after all.  

Besides, breaking you in had been difficult — Kai was more than willing to admit that to whoever asked, should they ever do so — but it had been fun too. He had enjoyed every second ( though sometimes his stomach would turn when he had to punish you; you aren’t like his pathetic goons or experiments, Kai loves you ), and if the time ever called for it, he would do it all over again. 

The head of his cock stabs at the entrance to your throat and your push down the urge to gag around him; he’d warned you that he only wanted you to do so when he said so and had begun training you out of your gag reflex a long time ago; that being said, sometimes your body still fought what your mind had accepted, and now was one of these times. Your body seizes up as it forcibly gags around Kai, and your eyes water as he fists one hand in your hair and angrily tugs you forward until your nose meets his pubic bone; no doubt his eyes were burning with anger, but all you could focus on was the thick length of him in your throat cutting off your oxygen supply and choking you. 

Gripping you by the roots of your hair, Kai pulls you off his dick only to slam it back down your throat, your eyes shooting wide open as he begins to use your face like a breathing fleshlight. Drool begins to run down your jaw as you choke and gag around him, and tears fill your eyes then roll down your face as you sob around his length as he forces it inside; you’re not meaning to cry, but you just can’t help it — he’s being so rough with you. The sound of him moaning brings you the slightest bit of prode, though. You’re the reason he feels so good, you’re the one making him make these sounds; yeah, it kinda hurts your throat, and yeah, your eyes are in a constant state of burning with tears from the assault, but god does it feel good to know that you pleasure him so well. 

It took everything inside him to hold back from cumming the second he looked down at where you were on your knees for him with his cock bulging from your throat; he was so close, so so close, but he wanted to fill your cunt, not your mouth. 

Kai had decided earlier that day that the time was nigh for him to fuck you so full that you carried something ever-so-precious for him for the next five months; he’d been nervous, after all, with how often you’d been asking to leave — what if, one day, after getting permission to go out for the day you just… didn’t come back? What if you left him for good, hid away somewhere he couldn’t find you? Maybe you’d flee the country ( your friends had discussed it in your absence, his eyes had informed him of that ), or maybe you’d sneak away to bury yourself within a hidden bunker. Either way you’d be lost to him, and Kai couldn’t have that — no, you were his. You had to stay with him. 

Oh, who the fuck cared? He could fill your mouth and your hungry little cunthole as much as he wanted. You belonged to him. 

The feeling of his balls twitching against your chin and a sharp, choked cry tumbling from his lips is your only warning before he cums down your throat, and you choke around his load as he fills you. He keeps your nose buried against him, even as you writhe, until his balls are empty and his need to cum sated. His spend feels almost as if it were swirling around inside as you forcibly pull yourself off, coughing and hacking and gulping down the air you’d been deprived of for so long. The black spots that had been dancing in the corners of your vision slowly dissipate, but before they’re entirely gone you feel Kai take you roughly by the jaw and turn your head towards his crotch again, his half-hard cock still hanging from his unbuttoned pants. 

“Open your mouth,” he orders again, and you whine before doing as told, the feeling of his tip slapping against the flat of your tongue startling you and making you flinch. Both of your lover’s hands move to fist themselves in your hair, his fingers bracing against the back of your head, and with one sharp pull he’s nestled comfortably ( for him, at least ) in your throat again. He sits there for a moment, and you wonder if maybe he just wanted you to cockwarm him, when you feel the burning stream begin to run down your throat. Your eyes widen and you begin to struggle for the first time in months, breaking away for a moment; piss coats your tongue, and you gag at the taste as Kai growls, “Get back in fucking position, I didn’t say we were done — I need to fucking piss, and the cleanest fucking toilet in this godforsaken place is right in front of me.”

A shaky whimper falls from your lips and tears glisten in your eyes as you do as told, turning back to him and presenting yourself perfectly as always. Kai rubs the head of his cock against your lips, the droplets of urine clinging to the tip coating the skin of them and soaking in as he nudges against them insistently; after a moment, you give in, letting him in — and unlike what you expected, which was for him to shove himself down your throat again, he lets his tip rest on your tongue before releasing his bladder, filling your mouth with piss. You fight off the violent gagging you instinctively start, and after a long second he withdraws — only to continue pissing all over your face. 

“Fuuuck, that’s right,” he groans as you squeeze your eyes shut. “You’re fucking mine, you hear me? God, you’re so fucking disgusting — nobody else will ever want you now.”

You cry as best you can beneath the slowly tapering hot stream of piss, and when it finally stops you just start bawling. Kai shakes his dick so the remaining droplets fling across your soaked body. You’re sopping wet with it, and you’re absolutely sobbing, but he just rolls his eyes as he tucks himself back into his pants and strides over to the closet nearby, pulling out a blanket and lazily throwing it over your shoulders. 

“You know I care about you, baby, but you have to remember that you belong to me,” he says. “Forgetting that and running around like you did today is just going to get you punished more.”

He steps away, striding towards the door without a care in the world. He opens it and steps out, the harsher light from the hallway casting a crude shadow across where you knelt on the floor in tears. He looks over you coldly, back to the cruel man he was in front of the people he ordered around, and you look up at him through your tear-filled eyes as he speaks one last time before disappearing. 

“Pull yourself together. I’m sending Kurono in, and I won’t have you embarrass me in front of anyone, even him.”

He’s gone then. Hari comes in, looks over you with barely veiled shock, and proceeds to help you clean up as you whimper almost silently. He doesn’t judge you as he carefully helps you bathe in the massive tub Kai had ordered when he brought you here, even going so far as to wash your hair for you and order you dinner before silently tucking you in to the bed you shared with his boss and turning on your favorite movie. 

You fall asleep to the sounds of it — and if you ignore Kai when he comes to bed and murmurs soft words of devotion to you in the safety of darkness, that was for him to worry over.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

To say he was a dangerous, hatred and feasome man was a understandment... but no one asides from him and one person knew his dark secret.

Which was quite embarrassing to be honest, bit alas it was the true.

The thing is, he was scared of you sometimes.

Yes, you. The one who managed to cage his heart and make his mysophobic ass feel something asides from disgust for once in his damm life.

Now, to give contest to it, let's roll back a bit in time.

In the start of the relationship, you didn't know why on God's name you decided to steal a bite out of Kai's food.

But you did. And the look he gave you was not at all pleasant. In contrary, he threatened you. Yes, threatened to kill you. And you laughed.

He knew you were crazy but not THAT crazy.

Either way, you still managed to steal some bites out of his food every now or then and he kinda got used to it... well, sorta.

But the funny thing is that he is a VERY picky eater, so not only he didn't do the same thing to you because he was disgusted by it or because of his hygiene habits, is also because he genuily didn't liked some things you eat it.

Rarely he was interested on seeing what you were eating... rarely, but not impossible. After all you knew how to cook and he genuily liked some of your meals.

Although, one time, at dinner, you were craving some spicy noodles, so you got on the job of making it.

In your mind, your boyfriend was working, so you only made a portion for one.

While making it, even with the amount of spice on it, while taste testing, you frowned, not quite achieving the spicy sensation you wanted, so to make it better you decided to add a bit of spicy paprika and pepper sauce.

You finally achieved your goal and was pouring on a bowl to eat while watching something on TV until you jumped at the sound of the sliding door opening.

"Hi honey!" You gleamed in happiness at seeing his face while he only nodded "I thought you were going to work late today? Did something happen?"

"Not quite. Just miracously the old man decided that he could do some of that paperwork and talk with the other yakusa boss" he mumbled nonchalantly while taking off his mask with a sigh.

"I think it was because he didn't wanted you to death threaten his work friend."you snickered while he dead panned at you. "Did you eat anything asides from lunch earlier?"

"No. It was that or risking my health on accepting a tuna sandwich from rappa." He shivered with a face that screamed disgust and repulse "Please let's not talk about that."

You laughed a bit while getting some pans out

"Alright, want me to make something for you?"

"I honestly just want something light and just go to bed. This will do." He pick it up the same bowl you were about to eat.

It sounded out of character of him to simply pick anything to eat? Yes, but here is the thing. Kai loved you, so, he trusted you. He knew you were careful around the kicthen and whatever you cooked it was safe to eat.

He thought.

You let out a confused sound at his words until you looked a bit late to see your boyfriend picking some hashis and picking on it.

"Kai wait-!"

Too late. He eat it.

You saw everything. To the confused hum he let out, to his pale face getting red as a pepper, his golden eyes starting to tear up and even a bit of snot to drop from his nose... he almost sounded like a cartoon character that was about to let steam out of his ears.

He immediately dropped the bowl on the table to get water.

You didn't had time to tell him it would only make it worse.

He was panting and sweating like he had ran a marathon curses leaving his lips as you quickly got him a glass of milk and handed it to him which he gulped down like he was a starving man with a glass of water on the desert.

"What. The. Hell. Was that?" He breathed each word out angrily after he got himself together.

"Spicy noodles." You mumbled while waving a paper at his face "That bowl was for me, you fowl."

Usually he would glare at you for this, but this time you saw a look of pure horror on his face.

"You're actually telling me you were about to eat that cursed thing that looked like it came from the deepest parts of hell?"

You blinked before grabbing the bowl and simply eating with ease a mouthful of the noodles before a sad hum left you.

"What?" He muttered, about to get you a glass like you did to him.

"Is not spicy enough..." you muttered sadly.

Kai dropped the glass on the ground out of shock.

In resume. For the next couple of days you had to hear a mouthful of your boyfriends complains about how your spice tolerance shouldn't be normal, that you needed to check on that. His disbelief was clear.

But also his fear about learning the fact that his sweet angel could eat that cursed thing.

[badcaninecemetery]

[a list of overhaul headcanons that i've been obsessed with + soft x reader imagines]

he's kind of low-energy, so i imagine a lot of his hobbies would be similar.

given his physique, he'd probably enjoy working out, exercise, and/or yoga. he'd listen to documentaries about scientific discoveries while doing the mindless and repetitive movements. he'd intently watch a creative recreation of the discovery of tiktaalik and then forget he'd been cycling for over an hour.

i definitely think he'd be into reading too. typically he reads autobiographical nonfiction, but i'm sure he could be swayed into more literary nonfiction. he'd also read academic/scholarly journals/publications. he'd spend hours reading and reading.

playing strategic/mentally stimulating board/card games would interest him too. it's to keep his wits sharp, and perhaps hone in his poker face more and more. he probably did this a lot when he was younger, but then it became a hobby so he just does it to keep his brain thinking.

he'd also be into things like wine making or custom metal work, something that he can build and create. chemistry is something he really would enjoy, and there are endless possibilities there. he probably brewed beer and things like that when he was younger to earn pocket money and get himself further out there, but it stuck around too.

along those lines, he spends a lot of his time studying and working on his technical skills. he has many things he has to practice and learn, and i don't think his hunger for knowledge is satiable. he'd dedicate time for learning languages that might help him one day. science and math become some of his favorite things to do to pass the time—it's like doing crossword puzzles to him.

when he was really little, i think he probably tinkered with model kits. he's a little too shy to show those off though, but they're still hidden away in a closet just in case he ever wants to attempt them once more.

—

imagine kai tells you that he has a surprise for you, so he leads you into the living room and reveals with a gesture a board game. his eyes are crinkled around the edges, so you know there's a smile underneath that mask of his. you'd play with him, only for him to obliterate you every. single. time. it's typically chess because he teases you that it's your skill level—and you should be glad he didn't pull out the checkers board (or worse, go fish).

imagine watching him fiddle around with experiments. he shows you the elephant toothpaste one and you both would watch in horror whenever it starts exploding out more than it was supposed to. whenever you ask what happened, kai admits that perhaps he shouldn't have been focusing on your reactions as much. but whenever he's not doing anything in particular for you (and he totally doesn't do those things to impress you), the two of you just parallel play in the same room. he's busy, writing notes down in that doctor's scrawl of his and staring down intently through his bulky jewelers loupes; while you're relaxing on the other side of the room, perhaps doing something quiet and easy like drawing, or knitting, or writing, or researching.

imagine soft jazz in the background during these things. kai slowly turns to face you with a hard stare whenever you start playing your mix of sad jazz. he shakes his head softly, telling you he's not going to examine the medicinal samples in his petri dishes to billie holiday's "the man i love" (which makes him shift from foot to foot awkwardly because of the lyrics). a sly grin starts to stretch across your face as you switch it to old german jazz (the kind that plays in those 1930s men's fashion instagram reels), and you start doing a little dance towards him, shaking your hips and shimmying. kai's eyes are wide, but he's unable to not succumb whenever you lightly grasp his hands and loosely swing his arms back and forth (he's imploding internally).

imagine making him a rap, rock rap, and/or nu metal playlist. it's sometimes heavy and emotional or bitter, and sometimes it's nice for him to lean back and grimace at the ceiling whenever he listens to the words. so you hook up your phone to a speaker, then hit shuffle. his head is leaned against the back of the couch, eyes closed while the playlist cycles through. one second cypress hill is playing, the next it's eminem's fack. kai's face contorts into dissatisfaction before his eyes open and he pointedly looks at you, but you just snicker and say it's like a game of russian roulette. i wonder just how many times this song is hidden in this playlist? kai just sighs in acceptance.

imagine kai gushing to you (in a definitely calm and composed manner) about some or the nonfiction/journals he reads, or documentaries he's watched. sometimes he'll throw a word out there that you don't know, but he's very willing to explain what it means. he's brief and precise whenever he elaborates the information, and he'll offer to let you read/watch the materials too. you'd definitely sit down and read/watch it (even if it doesn't particularly interest you, but you know kai enjoys it).

imagine the two of you getting into stuff to do together like reading theory (you wouldn't stop jokingly spamming links to the communist manifesto and industrial society and its future at three a.m. in the morning—but then you both dipped in émile durkheim and kai was immediately enthralled). or doing something like learning animal taxonomy (you wouldn't stop calling the centipedes little lovers). or something simple like drinking coffee (or whatever you'd prefer at that moment) in public and people watching.

so many little things to pass the time, just brief smiles and witty glances behind coffee steam.

[lostiolite]

KAI CHISAKI - relationship headcannons

Wc- 1.6k not proofread

Hes an intresting one, sorry for any mischaracterization, I try to be as close to cannon as possible (or as close as i can considering chisaki being in a romantic relationship is very ooc.)

Love language - giving:

Physical touch: he isn't afraid of touch, he knows that he’ll have to use his quirk and by proxy touch someone when needed (example: healing kurono, convincing rappa to join), he just… Doesn't like it.

If you're fine without physical touch, yippie!!!

And if you are like me, someone whos main love language is physical touch, this would be a rather tricky endeavor for him. He’ll opt for touching you only when he knows you're clean. And it would be fleeting touches at most, moving your hair, or putting his hand on your shoulder. I think (more so hope) that he would ruffle or play with your hair once he's gotten more accustomed to physical touch- fresh out the shower. He likes the smell of your clean scented hair

Off topic (?) but I feel like he prefers woody, maybe minty and clean fragrances. I think he’d enjoy re-aranging both your shower items (shampoo, conditioner, body wash etc. ) to smell like each other , whether it be subtle or smelling the exact same. For example i really like fruity berries, so he’d probably adopt a woody-grapefruit fragrance, if you like vanilla, he’d adopt a bourbon vanilla scent. I dunno anything about mens fragrances. Also the highest quality hygienic items. Oh yeah if you're sick he’d overhaul you and make you better. Normally he wouldn't gaf but since your his partner he actually cares about your well being.

Acts of service: probably one of his strongest suits. Do you need something?- His lackeys are already doing it for you. You forgot something at the store? Don't worry, Setsunos is on his way to buy it. I think the idea of having Setsuno accompany you to go shopping and being ordered to steal anything you look at for too long is silly, and one I like. You’ve been craving something after a long hard day? Surprise!

probably has an assigned lackey, chauffeur and bodyguard just for you just for you. If you show the slightest disdain for them he isn't afraid to overhaul them, something you learned the hard way. I feel like some of the hassaikai would be fighting to be one of your assigned workers as you aren't as ruthless as Kai. He prefers to be the one accompanying you (unless it's dirty work) however, he's very busy. Is very happy to indulge in folding laundry, organizing the house or planning a date night. Probably organizes your stuff for you

OH YEAH, reaches for the tall cabinet for you (only applies if your short, #me)

Words of affirmation: something hes also very good at. He’s very charming and is good at improv, business deals and negotiations. Him speaking his genuine adoration for you isnt going to be difficult for him. He doesn't sugar coat things, he’ll speak whats on his mind. Kind of negative as he wont hesitate to insult you or be nit-picky, but plus side is that his compliments are genuine. I don't think he would outright say things like “i love you” often, moreso compliment you or say protective (?) things. “You're better than them”, “Don't do that, you’ll get dirty, have *insert lackey* do that for you”, “theres no need to exhaust yourself for that, i'll do it”. This is due to his emotonal constipation. Also doesn't use pet names 💔 though will use a nickname

Quality time: if your getting him to put his work aside that says alot about your relationship. His time is precious and he doesn't like wasting it on nonsense. Makes up for his lack of physical affection (if one of your main love language is physical affection) with quality time. Enjoys going on walks with you. Also enjoys teaching / playing shogi with you. Unfortunately he wont be doing cheesy things with you. However, will indulge in any intellectual/technical (?) conversations. Have a favorite piece of media? Discuss (or yap about) the writing and characters with him. Like the foreshadowing in aot, how the spider verse changed animation, or how arcane/lol is really good at writting and paying attention to small details? He is very attentive and listens to everyword you say. Would also read a book or two of your favorites. (Prefers books out of any piece of media).

Gift giving: speaking of, will get you things you want. Doesn't matter wether you're saying it directly or looking at it for too long. The hassaikai may be in need of money, but he has enough his ways (cough cough setsunos larceny). Matching earings…

I think he would pick out a book for you to read using his prior knowledge of your intrests. This ties in with quality time but if you arent a book person then he would explain the book to you. Theres no point in getting you somthing you arent going to use.

Love language - receiving :

Physical touch: yeah sorry no, unless he initiates it. Its going to take a long time before hes find with you doing it unprompted.

Okay being delusional and out ooc: might be fine with you cuddling up to him at night or clinging to him when your scared.

Acts of service: i feel like hes a big acts of service guy, but at the same time he doesn't want you doing dirty and then getting dirty. Hes also a very picky guy. So I guess small things like tidying up the living space, organizing his things for him, or handing him his coat before he heads out for day.

Words of affirmation: your words mean more than others to him. Actually takes what you say into consideration and wont take it as disrespect if you point out a flaw in his mindset (like kurono and him talking about bringing the yakuza to glory again). Hes pretty and he knows that. But when you call him pretty and fawn it has him feeling things lololol. Will stare at you as you yap about how pretty he is. Will let you use pet names behind closed doors, just dont use them with subordinates (its fine with pops, kurono and maybe rikiya) You do have to refer to him as overhaul during shie hassaikai arc though :(

Quality time: not much new to say, doesn't really want you getting involved in dirty work.

Gift giving: likes useful things that will improve his quality of life. Hes also fine with jewelry or books. Ooooh maybe buy him custom high quality shogi peices or smth!!!

GENERAL:

I don't think he’d get jealous, more so annoyed. He views himself as above most others. If anyone tries anything on you (or steps on his turf) he’ll overhaul them.

Matches with you, not cute sweatshirts but subtle things, like matching earings or your clothing. Gold and purple jewelry and a green top of your choosing !!! ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ.

I think he’d enjoy when you seek him out for protection. Hes your personal night in shinning armor! Just don't call him that because he doesn't wanna be called a hero.

Possessive, in an objectifying way, your his and his alone. His superiority complex yk?

Never been in a relationship before, so isn't completely sure how to act at first, but hes smart and gets the hang of things. This also has to do with the fact that you two will get to know each other before engaging in a romantic relationship.

I don't really think he’d listen to music, I guess hes fine with classical or traditional.

Wears his surgical mask with you instead of his plague one.

Would prefer you to be quirkless, but is fine with you having a quirk (especially if you work in the yakuza behind him), it’d preferably be something he finds useful.

I dont think he’d be so traditionally romantic, I guess there's hints of tradition and class but just a bit.

Big spoon (despite not cuddling often)

Not big on pda

I dont think he'd confess moreso things just.. Hapen

CHILDREN

OKAY…. I want children so im talking about children…… Uhmmm…….

He doesn't like them, they're dirty and don't know how to behave. And considering Eri, he couldn't give less of a fuck about blood relation. He would prefer his spawn over others because he gets to mold and shape his in whatever way he wants. This means the best schools and training so the little thing can succeed the hassaikai. He’d be absent for the first chunk of the child's life (ie yucky toddler). He’d really only interact with the child once they've become smarter and able to graso bigger concepts. This is when he’d essentially teach and mentor them. I dont think he’d really indulge in childish things with his child. He would leave that up to the other hassaikai. This obviously would cause them to have a bad relationship. I dont think they would consider chisaki their father. Im not saying the child would have a bad life, considering the other parent is active in their life, and they would probably find their own father figure in the hassaikai, and their quality of life is pretty nice. Its just that chisaki himself isn't really involved in the fatherhood aspect. Thats keeping cannon in mind.

However if you wanna live in a delusional domestic family life that's very ooc, i dont think he’d discipline his kid. Not because his kid is better (but they are), but because he has like no experience with kids and isnt sure if hes going to go too far. He grew up in the yakuza not a functional family (in the slighest). And doesn't want his child to hate him, cus in this au he actually cares. The same thing about best quality school and teaching applies. But this time he’d be more involved.

He’d teach his child shogi as their bonding time.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XVII. — MASTURBATION

cw: Masturbation, Delusional Thoughts / Behaviors, Allusions to Stalking, Yandere, Obsessive Thoughts / Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Oh, how I adore you, virgin Overhaul. Yes, I definitely think he is voluntarily celibate. So imagine what happens when he falls madly in love. Also, yeah, I did the stereotypical didn't develop hives thing—what about it? I love fiction. Anyhow—I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.6k words.

A sharp gasp tears through his mouth. Kai winces, squinting his eyes so hard until they sting, prickles of salt and saline tickling their rims. His teeth grit, and Kai tries to catch his breath. Both eyes slowly reopen, bleary and foggy, and he stares down. 

His cock is resting loosely in his cupped hand, fingers not even fully curled around his shaft. Kai feels ridiculous the longer he stares down at himself, but he doesn’t feel ridiculous enough to tuck his cock away. He’s throbbing, painfully so, and he can feel the heartbeat of his blood thrumming against his skin. Kai shifts awkwardly, and the toilet seat squeaks in protest. The sound is a bullet, and Kai flinches before he sighs in frustration and carefully leans back until he lays against the tank. The crown of his head digs into the wall. Unbelievable. Kai can’t believe he’s doing this. He’s never done anything like this before. It’s filthy. It’s gross. It’s—

Kai swipes his thumb across his phone, unlocking it. He’s deft, tapping away until he pulls up his photos and locates a very specific album. There’s hundred of photos there. Hundreds. But he knows which one he wants. He knows exactly where it is. He wants this photo right now. 

There.

A photo of you fills the screen, blurry and almost pixelated. It’s not the best quality because of how close it’s zoomed in, but Kai doesn’t care about that. He doesn’t even really need to look at this photo, but it helps the illusion. Kai remembers this day, this hour, this moment. He can still clearly see it in his mind—everything, Kai remembers every little detail. It’s one of his favorite photos of you. That beautiful smile, the way your face scrunches up, the outfit you’re wearing, that cute litte pose, the way it seems like the whole world revolves around you—the center of Kai’s universe. This photo may be lost in the hundreds of you in this album, but Kai can’t stop thinking about it. He always comes back to this one. 

And the longer he stares at the photo, the heavier his cock feels in his palm. Kai shifts again, sitting up a little straighter before he slowly curls his fingers fully around his shaft. Another quick gasp leaves him, but Kai exhales noisily and bites the inside of his cheek to prevent any premature noises from escaping. Even though he’s never done this before, Kai doesn’t want to feel like an amateur. Whenever Kai has you, he’ll have to do more than this, right? He needs to practice now. He needs to make you feel good. He makes sure his grip is firm enough before he caaaaaaaarefully drags his fist down. Intensity shoots from his cock all the way to his brain, an explosion that sends his eyes rolling back into his skull and his head thrashing against the wall. Kai’s eyes blow out of his brain, and he pauses, fist resting at the base of his shaft. 

He can do this. It’s all for you—all for the pretty cashier who accidentally brushed his wrist, the one who touched him so softly; the one who didn’t send blistering hives across his flesh, bubbling. You’d touched him—touched him, and it was something he’d never forget. Even now, months later, the skin underneath your fingertips still burned like a fever. He was on fire, insane, and it was that memory that spurred his hand on. Kai gasps again, and he momentarily pauses whenever his fingers slide his foreskin over his cockhead but quickly continues. Your smile, those teeth, and Kai’s rolling his wrist down again. Each little gyration of his hand is quicksilver in his body, silver and lead poisoning, something spreading like a wildfire. His chest is tight, he feels tight, Kai is lightheaded and it’s only been three pumps. 

He’s been stalking you for so long. Kai sheathes his teeth through the inside wall of his cheek so that he can force himself to keep going. He’s rubbing himself as best as he can, groaning and moaning behind melded teeth. Up and down, but his thighs are shaking. His whole body is shaking. He’s imagining your touch, imagining how it would feel for you to wrap your fingers around his cock and slowly work him off. How much longer does he need to stalk you? Kai’s right hand shoots to his face, and the phone escapes his grasp and falls onto the floor, clattering embarrassingly loud, just to slap his mouth before it covers his eyes, massages into his brow line before it lids his mouth again. His cock is like a war drum, harder and harder, louder and louder, and Kai feels like he’s about to implode, about to plaster out, guts and grits and dregs splattered across the bathroom. He doesn’t want to wait any longer. 

His hips meet each pump of his hand now—it’s like clockwork, he can't control it. He’s panting, mewling for breath, and tears are brimming to life in his eyes. A few loose ones start trickling down the apples of his face, boiling, and Kai is whimpering behind his palm. The smiles of his nails slice the skin around his mouth, but it doesn’t ground him. Kai knows almost everything about you. There’s the strange pressure building up underneath his belly, and it’s almost too much for Kai to take. He can’t breathe now, he’s holding his breath, but he doesn’t even know why he’s doing that. There’s disease in his lungs, but Kai doesn’t care. Smoke, ash, and candle wicks, and it doesn’t stop the twisting, the cottonmouth in his belly coiling itself, pink mouth exposed. You probably don’t even remember that Kai exists. When he glances to the floor to see his phone, a few fat rivulets of tears drip onto its screen, fogging up the already mystical photo. Kai’s  stare is imploring whenever he starts to focus on it again. 

How would you have sex? Would you want to be on top or would you want him to be on top? Would you submit to him? Would he have to use toys on you? What sort of fetishes do you have? What about kinks? What places would be the most sensitive to touch? What places would make you moan the loudest? 

Kai’s cock is wailing now, banging its desolate body against the walls of its cage, and his fist is hammering himself in. That pushing, that tourniquet, soggy and dry, is spinning and spinning, and Kai’s starting to feel so dizzy and weightless. His fist is a mile a minute, aching and tense. 

Would you touch him until time ended? Would you never take your eyes off of him? Would you dedicate yourself to him like he would you? Would you beg him to hide you away from the rest of this disease-ridden world for your own safety? Would you only look at him until you died? 

Airy and whiny moans are tumbling out of his mouth, spilling over the edge and splashing to the floor. Kai feels so close, he doesn’t even know what close is, but he feels something, it’s imminent and impending, it won’t last much longer. 

Would you love him? Kai loves you, loves you, and only you. You have to love him back. He’ll make you. You’ll have to see what you do to him. You’d like his collection of you. You need to love him back. Kai wants to know what it’ll be like to have sex with you. He wants to know what it’ll be like to be inside of you for the rest of your lives. Kai needs it. Needs it. He’ll die without it. 

Kai needs you so bad that he can taste the desire on his tongue, and it only takes one sparing glance at that image of you, and only a tiny tug at his cock, and Kai is yelling. Everything in him fulminates, mushrooming out of control, and tremors seize his body. He’s cumming, Kai is cumming. And he’s whimpering, crying so hard and dipping his head down until his chin almost touches his collar bones. He’s trembling, white plumes squirting out of his cock uselessly, making a disgusting mess on the linoleum, but he can't concentrate on that. He’s staring at that image of you. He’s sitting there naked on a toilet in a bathroom, but you’re out there not with him. You’re not with him. You’re not here. He’s by himself, pleasuring himself, hidden away in a bathroom. 

Throes of passion and pleasure are melting through him, pillowing him in things he’s never felt before, but his reality remains true. 

You’re not his. 

Kai’s cock throbs again, desperate. 

You’re not his. 

Kai feels like his head is turning circles, on a carousel that won’t stop, quicker and faster, and it’s keeping his body suctioned to its agony. His fist never unfurls from his cock, and he starts pumping again. Harder. And his teeth make this terrible sound whenever they slide together, but Kai is staring at his phone and he bends forward so he can quickly snatch it back up, and his thumb begins madly flicking through the hundreds of images of you. He doesn’t even have a destination in mind—just you. 

You’re not his. 

Yet. 

[mossy-opal]

Work Partner?

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader x Unrequited!Chisaki Kai

Warnings: Smut Based Off A Dream I Had, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cucking, (bitch boy beta cuck) Chisaki Kai, Shigaraki Having Rizz (out of character i know)

Working with you was wonderful, to say the least. You were probably the most valuable League member, and Kai got you all to himself for a few months. You were quirkless, smart, good with Eri, and you worked well with him. Sure you could get sassy, but that just made you even more endearing. Over the short month he had worked with you, he had grown fond of you...

Maybe it was a bad thing, after all he was playing a dangerous game with the League of Villains, and you were no less apart of the League than any of them. But he couldn't stop how he felt, you were damn near perfect for him. He was certain, given enough time, he could convince you to stay with the Shie Hassaikai.

After all, he had a lot of things to offer you, and you were smart. He knew you'd make the right decision when that time came.

In fact, he was on his way to visit you. You had been hard at work today, and he was going to offer you some dinner. As he walked up the hall, he noticed the door was cracked. Usually it was closed, you liked your privacy while you worked, and as he got closer, he was shocked to hear two voices.

One that wasn't supposed to be here.

"How did you even- ah- get here~?"

"Compress."

What was going on? How the hell did Shigaraki get into his base? Was he snuck in? How did Compress get him in here?

He knew he should've taken both his arms, then he'd be useless-

Kai's thought process snapped into focus when he heard you make a noise. Were you in pain? He figured he knew the answer, but curiosity got the better of him. Despite his better judgement, he had to take a look.

You were holding yourself up against your desk, Shigaraki behind you and kissing your neck, holding your hips. Your face was flushed, and you were pouting back at him.

"Tomu-"

"Shut up... Missed you..."

"I m-missed you too but- Aah, what if someone hears? You're not supposed to- Mmm- b-be here...!"

"Guess you'll just have to be quiet then~"

Kai's eyes widened at what he was seeing, before he backed up, pressing his back to the wall next to the door. This wasn't actually happening, was it? He heard the undoing of pants and your whines, and he looked down the hall, being sure no one else was present. He would burst in there right now if...

"Haa- Tomura~"

He was looking back in, barely able to see Shigaraki, more focussed on you. You were no longer holding yourself up, now practically laying on the desk, drool dribbling down your chin as your eyes were screwed shut.

"Taste so good-"

"To-Tomuraaah~ P-please stop t-teasing~"

"Mmph..."

He could only imagine what you would taste like, adjusting his pants with a silent hiss. He couldn't believe he was hard listening to this- He should burst in there and kill the both of you for such disrespect!

"W-we shouldn't- N-not here~"

"I'd love to fuck you in your bed, but I don't think you want anyone seeing me, now do you~?"

He peaked again, right on time to see Shigaraki push into you, your eyes wide, mouth agape, and hands trying to find anything to grab onto, before a hand clamped around your face.

"Ssshh... I know it feels good, but ya gotta- Aah- shut up~"

Moaning into his hand, your eyes rolled back in your head and he heard the smacking of Shigaraki's hips against yours. Your muffled moans were too good to ignore, and the pain in his groin was too.

Kai pressed himself against the wall once more looking down the hall again, before taking his dick into his hand. It was disgusting, what he was doing. He should be enraged at this display, but no, he was getting off on it. He tried to time his strokes with Shigaraki's thrusts, biting his other hand to keep his own noise down. He imagined it was him in there, it was him making you feel so good- He just knew you'd fit perfectly around him, warm and wet, just for him.

"Fuckin- Missed you so fuckin' much- Ugh- So good... Mmmm- Fuckin' love you~"

Your moaning spiked, you almost sounded like you were squealing behind his hand, before he heard you clear as day-

"I love you- F-Fuck! I looo-ooh~ve you so much~!"

Kai had to practically brace himself against the wall as he came in his fist, never having cum so hard and fast in his entire life. He was trying to catch his breath as quickly and quietly as possible.

He cleaned himself up, cursing internally at how disgusting he was, before he stormed off to his own room, intent on scrubbing himself raw to feel clean again.

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Seeing you again the very next day was difficult for him, but he was thankful he had his mask on so you couldn't see his absolute disdain towards you.

He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up, he shouldn't have stuck around to see you like that, much less with someone like Shigaraki.

Of all people, Kai knew you deserved better than that, at the very least.

...

He should've recorded your moans for later use.

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