#Chisaki Kai x Reader

[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. 

[ataraxiaspainting]

The Floor is Breathing.

Yan Overhaul x F Reader. 

Synopsis: You feel like both the witness and the victim in an uncommitted crime.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, stalking/non-consensual recording, mentions of binge eating, and some infantilization.

Word Count: 1k.

*~*~*~*

You can swear that these white walls blink.

Something, somewhere here, has eyes that look you up and down – you feel its breath on the back of your neck when you fall asleep facing a wall, the only decorated wall you have ever seen in this facility, actually. 

You’re not crazy. You have to remind yourself day in and day out of that fact, but you’re not crazy; you know another living being is in here with you, watching attentively.

Overhaul – no, “Kai” is what he forces you to call him now, says that there are no cameras in your room, but your gut screams otherwise.

You asked if he was sure, once, two days or four days, or six days ago – it should still be recent as you did not feel as isolated as you do now – and he responded by saying if he really wanted to keep a closer eye on you, he would just become your new roommate.

You’re unsure as to if that was a threat. He seemed happy when those words came out of his masked mouth, so perhaps it was just some unfunny gest. He made those sometimes, especially when he tries to coax you into taking vitamins every mealtime. Those jokes were as dull as the light brown and white pills piled up in a little cup meant for dipping sauces. Perhaps it was repurposed or Kai had ordered some from somewhere or he has some restaurant under his control somewhere.

Somewhere so dirty and filled with sugar and oils and artificial coloring. You’d die for just a sniff of pizza being served at an all-you-can-eat buffet or deep-fried cakes being served at a pop-up carnival. If health inspectors didn’t approve of such spots, or at the very most give them a C rating, then Kai wouldn’t go within two blocks of them. Much less let you. You’d stuff yourself to the brim like it is your last meal and compared to the boiled chicken and rice and broccoli you were given daily, chips and cookies may as well be.

A call of your name makes reality come back faster than a slap to the face – and hurts just as much.

“I asked you something, sweetheart. What do you want to do today?” Kai asks.

He didn’t seem angry or irritated as he repeated himself. His voice was still soft and the way he taps his foot against the pastel pink heart carpet reflects that. Times like these almost make you wish you were deaf. The words feel rehearsed but also feel as though they are straight from the heart like the actor was passionate enough in reciting their lines or was grossly in love with the story of the show. 

“I don’t know,” Unlike Kai, you forget your script quite often – aside from that one saying.

“You don’t know?” He’s still smiling. You know it.

“No.” You murmur. He puts an elbow on the small white table, stabilizing his head with his gloved hand. “I don’t.”

“I have some ideas,” The feeling of dread makes your stomach drop. Or was it your heart? Lungs, perhaps? You don’t know how to breathe right now, after all.

“I… don’t know, Kai.”

“You said that already.”

For your sanity, you choose to look at your freshly remade bed instead of his eyes. The rabbit plush you were given on your third or so day here lays alone on top of your singular pillow. The bars surrounding the sides reminded you of a crib. You’re only allowed to put your legs over the railing when Kai comes to your room in the morning and you’re not allowed to get out by yourself; he grabs your hand to assist you.

“Do you want to know what my ideas are?”

You’re not allowed to say no to anything Kai suggests. It’s an unspoken rule, unlike the ones for your room. “Um… okay…”

“Well,” Kai begins, his other arm being laid out on the table. His palm is facing upwards and you know what that means.

Your hand moves towards his – you try your best not to flinch this time in response to his slight grip, but you fail.

Kai chooses not to notice it for now. Just a small treat for this morning’s hug.

“I was thinking we could go to my office. Just for a change of scenery.” His thumb moves back and forth across your knuckles. “We could bring your colored pencils or your book if you’d like. It’s still noon, so we have some time before your daily check-in.”

“Okay…”

*~*~*~*

You had opted for your book in the end, although you regret your choice now because two of the four walls in Kai’s office have windows, and just outside of them were uncrowded streets that lead up to small hills on either side. The hue of the grass was off – a dull brown – but considering it was about time for autumn to roll around, you didn’t judge. Not that you could, anyway.

Could you ask to go back and get your colored pencils? You attempt to dismiss the thought by imagining future possibilities. Kai seems to be working on his computer right now though, and the guards outside wouldn’t let you leave by yourself anyway.

To hell with it, you think. It’s fine. He won’t get mad. 

At least… you hope so.

You walk over slowly until you are nearly touching his left shoulder. “Can I please get my colored-”

It’s you, from different angles and at different times of day – even some videos of you before you were kidnapped. They are of you sleeping, of you eating, of you looking under your bed. They are of you putting on socks, of you microwaving dinner after a long workday, of you talking on the phone with friends for hours. They are long and short – you can see some of them even repeat. Oh fuck. Is there a camera in this room too, or-

Before you can continue analyzing, Kai slams his laptop shut.

“Go back to reading, sweetheart.” It’s an order – you know it from the way he does not blink and the way his arms cross. He didn’t want you to see his screen; that fact is as clear as a cloudless sky. “You can color another day, okay?”

[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.”  

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Laying on you vs you laying on them

Him laying on you

More often than you think.

Shigaraki is always doing something, be making a plan, overthinking something or even playing lol. His brain never stops.

So, as all human beings, he needs a break, something that could take his mind out of this cruel reality he has to live in.

You.

He often finds himself laying on your thighs as some sort of escape of reality. He can simply just close his eyes and pretend that nothing is going on for a sec just for his head to finally quiet down

He is thankfully for it, but doesn't show it.

But the little sigh he always let it whenever his head hit your lap is already enough.

You laying on his lap

Not as often but still happens

Especially before the whole story of the paranormal liberation front.

Whenever he is playing on his switch he allows you to crawl on him to rest there.

Is like his personal lucky charm. He swears that everytime you lay against him whenever he is playing something, he always wins or has a higher score than before.

Won't scratch your head though... the fear is always there even with gloves.

Don't blame him, you all know what he went through and cmon I this guy is dating you is because he feels SOMETHING for ya.

Him laying on you

It happens as often as he says how much he loves heroes-

Seriously though, it would take a long ass while to make this fella have any sort of contact with you, imagine something as intimate as that.

Kai is a very reclusive man, so for him to show any signs of "vulnerability" is a dangerous thing. So with this, plus his things with touch, it makes this way too much difficult to deal with...

But, if you are patient enough... there will be a time he will trust you enough to do that. And trust me, at first it won't be a pretty sign.

For him to lay his head on your lap it would mean he is done, absolutely done with everything and he needs to just let go for while. Allow his walls to crumble down.

Might let a tear or two escape his golden eyes but you won't see it thanks to him being turned away from you but also with a death grip on your thighs.

After this, Chisaki will have a lot of trust on you and your relationship will surely make a lot of upgrate. But again, it won't be often this guy allows himself to do that since he is "the man of the relationship and he need to be the one providing you comfort".

You laying on his lap

Again, it will take a while, but not much compare to him laying on you though.

Won't take too much but again, it must be on a point where he is comfortable enough for you to touch without immediately getting killed by his quirk.

Germophobic.

Kai takes pride on whatever thing he does it well, so at the moment he notices he is one and only one who could provide you some comfort he is very ... pleased.

At first you will feel his muscle on his (big) thighs tense and contract a bit at the sudden contact before a sign will leave his covered lips as he stares at everything else asides from you with a faint blush on the tip of his ears.

With his gloved fingers awkwardly patting gently on your head as he asks what happened and if he could fix it.

He is trying. Just have patience with him.

Him laying on you

Aaaa Dabi. The cat man.

He would only do this on a very intimate level since you know... gotta keep the bay boy act for everyone to not mess with him nor his plans and all.

But when he is comfortable enough he will do it without regrets or shame.

Enough to just enter the room you are in before falling with his face in the middle of your chest while groaning from the day he had.

Is not often, but is not like Kai in this case.

He just... feels better when he is the one holding you. But he never denies when is a chance where you can just comb his inked hair (or white, it depends on what time you are honestly) and just whisper sweet nothings to him.

Seriously, he is like a cat that way.

If you move he will growl though. You are stuck with him until HE is satisfied.

... I hope you até and went to the bathroom before this man laid down on you. Because he sure as he'll ain't getting up.

You laying on him

He feels better than him laying down you.

Is more comfortable and is like having a weighted blanket on him.

Brings him joy, no jokes.

Might be on his lap or chest he doesn't care. He has that smirk of pure content on his face.

Will scratch the back of your neck and I swear the God he is the best of it enough to bring you to a putty and moaning mess (not in that way you fucking pervert)

Unless you want him to

Much like him laying on you... he won't let you go.

He is like a leech the moment you just TRY to move.

I'm talking about all of his four limbs just circling around your body and clinging onto you enough to not let even air pass through the both of you.

I live for soft clingy dabi I'm sorry.

"Touya pls-" you will wheeze out and he would only chuckle and nuzzle on you

What an ass. An loveable ass.

[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,”

[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.” 

[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.

[overhaulhautecouture]

they're scheming on how to confess to the love of their life (plot twist: they don't realize it's the same person)

[schlechtenhunde]

ain't life wonderful?

[isabeauwolf]

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

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!!!!

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? ;)

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

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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44923765/chapters/113034685 Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) by krazenground

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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34057876/chapters/84719488 The Whispering Darkness by InorganicOne2230

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@dummy-mars @lilydaspitfyre @togeandmegumilover @fanofflames @yey56 @phantomhoeass @ xllizs @ghostreaderwazaa @staitc-rj @slayfics @x-kiwi-03 @xxchisakislittleangelxx @angelblueflame @cherry-queens-blog

[badcaninecemetery]

there's a guy making you uncomfortable, so you snap your fingers and the shie hassaikai pull up to the scene.

—

setsuno, tabe, and hojo are tight. these three share a deep and powerful bond and friendship, as well as a deep devotion to the shie hassaikai. but most importantly they share unbreakable respect and gratitude for overhaul. so they would do anything for overhaul and the shie hassaikai. if someone's upsetting you, those three are the first to pounce forward and take care of the problem.

sakaki's all for being reckless and fun, but he'll get angry if someone's not playing along right. if you nod towards the guy and make a cutthroat motion, sakaki's getting pissed and charging forward.

mimic would take this as not only an insult to you and overhaul, but to the yakuza. he'd be instantly angry, unable to keep his cool. that guy might not last long because mimic's buff arm is flinging out and snatching the guy up by the throat— "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO OUR GIRL?"

katsukame's relationship with overhaul is that of a loyal friend and younger brother figure, so he'd do whatever necessary to protect you. he'd be very sly and snarky to the guy before he's stomping forward and taking this guy out.

rappa would be so enraged, it's not even funny. he would think it's unchivalrous and insulting to prey on someone who could be misconstrued as "weaker," making the entire situation an "unfair fight." he'd call the guy pathetic, wouldn't even waste his time. he'd just swoop you up and carry you away from him.

tengai expresses a strong loyalty to overhaul (addressing him as master overhaul and scolding rappa whenever he doesn't take overhaul seriously). his loyalty would extend to you as well, so the idea of someone disrespecting you would irritate tengai. he would simply stand before this guy, slowly shaking his head and crossing his arms. "how pathetic you are to not take no for an answer, especially to someone infinitely better than you could ever achieve."

nemoto also falls under that complete and total devotion to overhaul. someone making you uncomfortable is the same as someone making overhaul uncomfortable, which would infuriate nemoto to unspeakable levels. he'd embarrass and humiliate this man with his quirk, and he'd do it to whatever extent you desire.

kurono has the strongest bond and deepest care for overhaul. he clearly wants overhaul's success, happiness, or whatever you want to call overhaul's dream. if you're injured or upset, it could trickle down to overhaul, and he doesn't want that. he'd do whatever overhaul needed, and that would also include protecting your wellbeing.

overhaul, ultimately, wouldn't say a word to this man. he'd stretch his arm out, glove off, and meld him into something—perhaps a well? a fence? something that he could easily rearrange his body around to keep him alive but forever trapped. and, of course, he'd make sure to break those vocal cords so that no one knows what happened to him. hives line his arm and face when he turns to face you, but he stiffly links arms and walks you away, muttering. "how filthy. i can't believe he even thought he had a chance."

[narumi-gens]

Triptych | "You left me alone."

Chisaki Kai x f!Reader

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

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

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

words: 1.5k

SERIES MASTERLIST

The End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

Tags: @slayersins @dabislittlesluttyprincess @dabislittlemouse @shockinglysubmissive @elias-fable

[villain-sympathizer]

Howdy! May I please request a Chisaki x Reader? Making it a headcanon or a drabble is your choice.

I wanted to know how a sleepy or tired Chisaki would be like with his significant other. I kind of headcanon that if Chisaki were to ever have a partner, they'd sleep in separate beds and would have their own respective bedrooms. So what if he didn't really care about that anymore and just wanted some rest? Perhaps falling asleep on the couch with them?

I uh just want fluff please

oh anon im so so so in love with this and i 1000% agree w/ your headcanon as someone who also doesnt like sharing a bed but craves physical intimacy from a partner

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Testing the Waters

Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader/Significant other [drabble]

[Content warnings: Tiny, brief mention of MC having friends/family in the past that are “no longer around” - can be interpreted in any way.] 

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“I’ll just sleep in your bed tonight,” Kai mumbled as he and his partner entered their shared home above the Hassaikai base. 

That made [Name] stop in their tracks, exhaustion seemingly forgotten about in favor of turning to their lover with widened eyes. Surely they misheard him? Or maybe he just wants the bed that’s closest, that must be it. His room was further into the home, anyway.

“Oh - yeah, go ahead. I’ll change the sheets for you first, then I’ll just use your bed-”

“Why?” Kai’s low, vocally fried voice cuts them off, sounding genuinely confused. “It’s your bed, you can sleep in it too.”

Well, now things we’re even more confusing. [Name] gives him a look to reflect that exact sentiment, though most of it was hidden behind their half-plague mask that they had yet to remove. “But… what about your hives? I don’t wanna risk irritating you.”

Kai simply shrugs, removing his infamous jacket and plague mask to hang on some hooks near the base’s secret entrance, his simple cloth mask still on. “I’ll take some meds beforehand. I’m just too tired to care about my stupid health issues right now.”

[Name] was going to retort, tell him that it’s not stupid, it’s serious and they respected his need for space, but Kai was already waving off their concerns as he spoke. Despite saying that he was too tired to simply walk to his room, he sure didn’t mind going through the tedious steps of taking allergy meds, taking his sweet time with pouring himself water and tearing open the pill packaging.

“Besides, we’ve been together for a couple years now. I think it’s time we started acting like it when at home,” he mutters, acting as if this wasn’t a huge step in their relationship, seeing as the two slept in separate rooms since [Name] had moved in with him. 

[Name] was finally brought out of their stupor at the sound of Kai setting the now empty glass of water down. “Well, fine, but don’t complain if I forget you’re there and end up rolling around too much.”

With a warm smile that [Name] could only notice through the crinkling of his eyes, Kai lets out a quiet chuckle as the two of them head to bed. “I’ll try my best not too,” he replies, giving their shoulder a gentle squeeze as they enter [Name]’s room.

A room similar to his own, except decorated with items and knicknacks that just screamed [Name], as well as plenty of photos along the walls of them and the other Hassaikai members. Some photos even seemed to be from years ago, with friends and family that Kai has never met. Likely never will, either. 

After a quick change of clothes, Kai opting to use some old clothes [Name] had stolen for themselves while [Name] wore their own pajamas to minimize any skin contact that would irritate his hives, the two removed their masks and collapsed into bed. The day had been exhausting and the two of them were all too happy to just pass out the second their heads touched the pillow.

It must have been [Name]’s imagination, or perhaps they were having those “between sleep” hallucinations - but they could have sworn sometime during the night, Kai had held them close and kissed the back of their head, spooning them as they drifted right back to sleep. 

In the morning, Kai was already out of bed and preparing the day by the time [Name] woke up. They passed it off as some dream created by their desire for more affection.

They’ll just have to test it again. And again. And again.

[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.

[lostiolite]

Overhaul had quaint interest interest in you. He wasn't the type to be infatuated or take liking to other people. but, you were different. You were the person he found himself thinking of constantly, you plagued his mind. You were just some subordinate- despite this he didnt see you as just some disposable, which kind of creeped him out because he wasn't used to that feeling. The Hassaikai had found you, helped you find a job. You were loyal to the Hassaikai, to a degree at least. You weren’t Nemoto level of loyal.

You were indifferent to Overhaul’s interest in you. He was an asshole in your eyes, even if he went out of his way to show you a smudge more of kindness than the others. Something that only a few picked up on.

His kindnes is genuine though, just that he's not used to showing genuine care for people. It makes him wonder what hes doing wrong everytime you "ignore" his "advances". (Hes just being a decent human being)

You were very intrested in nemoto though. You thought he was a cool dude. You asked him to use his quirk on you when you were struggling to understand youself. When he used his quirk on you, all your hidden feeling and emotions would come out and you gained a better grasp on yourself. You thanked him immensely and ever since then you've felt indebted to him. When he saw that the gratitude was genuine, he grew fond your trustworthiness.

Nemoto was pretty much the only person you were "friends" with, so you usually stuck around him.

Overhaul didn't know why, but he felt a weird tinge of disgust whenever he would see you try to humor nemoto. Nemoto had a stoic vibe, so seeing him occasionally laugh and banter with you was a surprise to him- atleast. To the others it wasn't really anything to bat an eye at. you and nemoto became friendly with eachother, so what?

He wanted to make you laugh and giggle like that. He had a calm facade. Overhaul never laughed or joked around unless he was trying to sway and manipulate, he was serious and to be feared. But- with you, he wanted you to seek him out when in distress or confusion like you've done with Nemoto. He never thought he'd be jealous especially of one of his subordinates

Hes thrown away his humanity and name long ago, but he wants nothing more than for you to call him by his name.

It keeps him up at night