#Chisaki x you

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CHISAKI KAI X READER {"TELL ME, FILTH, DO YOU FEAR ME?" or: "THESE ARE THE EYES OF A KILLER."}

A/n: me going crazzyyyy. This is basically sort of a series, ig. I was dying to write and this is what my last remaining brain cell came up with 🙂.

Warnings: Overhaul is basically a major red flag in himself, ooc Chisaki, and vague implications of abuse. U basically have to squint to find them, tho. Sort of dark content??

HIS eyes are gold. 

They're an unnatural shade- glittering bright and pale underneath the flicker of fluorescent lights glaring above you, and there's small flecks  of honey in them like the very essence of the sun, molten pools of liquid gold staring into your own eyes with thinly veiled cunning and the rim of sheer, unadulterated power that you feel radiating from his very presence- like a buzz of static in the back of your mind that you simply can't ignore. 

But despite the warm color of the sun in his eyes, you know this man is nothing but warm. If anything, you know he's more cold than anyone you've ever met. 

His gaze is sharp and knife-edged, and it feels like he's peering into your very soul, weighing your worth, and something cold touches your core, skitters your skin with chills as you begin to comprehend that this man has eyes like no other you've seen. 

(His eyes are more colder, more fiercer, more hungrier. Always desperate, always wanting. Selfish.) 

His eyes are gold, and they're the eyes of a predator. Always calculating, assessing, planning. Always dangerous. There's a blade's edge to the way he looks at you- like you're nothing but filth beneath him, a simple insect he could crush underneath the heel of his shoe if he chose to do so, but you get the uncanny feeling that in this filth he finds a particular, morbid interest, and it sends a shudder crawling down your rigid spine. 

His golden gaze is narrowed on you, locked and scrutinizing your every movement and motion, trailing hotly over your trembling, petite frame, and it’s honed sharp by the ripple of dark hostility trickling into the warm atmosphere, corrupting it with the trail of darkness that follows him in its wake, and there's a sheet of ice misting his bright, bright eyes over. 

Discomfort coils around your spine as you squirm and fidget uneasily underneath the heavy weight of his steady, unsettling stare, and you can taste the sting of bile erupting at the back of your throat, feel the collecting of dread pool in the pit of your stomach, because you can instantly recognize these sort of eyes. 

There's a kind of insatiable hunger lurking beneath those sun-soaked depths- the sort of hunger and rage and hatred that's never quelled, no matter what they devour and destroy and take and take and take until there's nothing left. 

(These are the eyes of a killer.) 

You don't need your usual hunch to tell you that this is someone not to be trifled with- you feel it in the air, taste the weight of its bitterness on your tongue, feel it in the way the atmosphere around you is terse and strained by his very presence, and there's an aura of gloom clouding your senses- a storm of tension rolling in thickly through the pregnant silence, a flood of killing intent oozing tangibly off of this tall, intimidating stranger. 

It suffocates you, stifles you to the point where you can't even breathe, throat suddenly dry and your tongue a heavy, iron weight resting inside your limp, unmoving mouth. 

You're painfully aware of the way your pulse hiccups and gallops underneath the pressure, the way your breath stutters and hitches in your throat, lungs straining and burning and feeling as though they're being doused in liquid fire, ribs constricting tightly around your pounding heart. 

But despite all that, despite the roll of gooseflesh peppering all over your flesh, you struggle to maintain professionalism the best you can, even though your breath's coming out a little too quick for your liking, as sweat beads on your temple. After all, he is your customer, and you must serve him as the best you can, no matter how intimidating he is. 

(You still eye him warily.) 

You swallow thickly, stifling the impulse to squeeze your eyes shut and curl in on yourself for comfort- wait for the storms to pass like you've done in the past, powerless and hopeless against forces beyond your control. But you're no longer that person now- that child, that victim, and because there's nobody here to offer you any semblance of protection, you must learn to fend for yourself. It's always supposed to have been that way, and probably always will be. 

(Swallowing down the bitterness that comes with this harsh reminder, you squash down the urge to just run, run, run far away from everything and everyone.) 

Taking a quick pause to regain your bearings and recover from the initial terror that’s still pulsing through your veins, you brave a bright, loud smile that hopefully doesn't speak about your nervousness and anxiety, and check his things out- two large sanitizer bottles and a pack of paper napkins- before piling them neatly into a plastic bag. 

Your hands are nimble and fast at your work, but maybe that's because you're eager to be rid of this particular customer and his dark, stifling presence that stirs up too much of an inner turmoil within you- memories and thoughts and feelings you've so desperately tried to oppress. 

"That'll be 267 yen. Thank you for shopping at Melissa's, sir!"

You chirp brightly, forcing your unmoving tongue to work, for your lips to form the words, trying to conceal the lump growing hard in your throat, and the tremors shaking in your hand as you hold out the  convenience bag out over the counter and towards the golden-eyed man, a bubble of helpless hope and fear swelling inside of your chest, as a silent prayer lingers on your breath that he would just accept his items and leave just as quickly as he'd appeared, stealthy and shadow-like, here one moment, and gone the next. 

Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, fluttering pulse roaring as your blood crystallizes through your veins, accompanied by the feeling of nauseating unease as your hands brush together with his, and even through the fabric of his gloves, you can feel the unnatural frigidness of his temperature- like his skin is unbearably cold to the curious touch, and you don't want him to stick around long enough for you to find out if it really is. 

But of course, the universe decides to ignore your pleas at this exact moment, like it's always done before. And how mockingly cruel it is, too. 

To your absolute and utter horror, the man leaves his gloved hand draping over yours, and this time, you can't help the shudder that sweeps down your stiff spine, and you feel panic flare up from the inside out, a dizzy spell clouding your consciousness as your heart stutters underneath your ribs, your breath growing shallow and thin. 

(You especially don't like the way his hand seems tighten over yours, slender digits feeling for your flesh and grasping for purchase, and it almost seems like he's enjoying your reaction, relishing the raw fear that contorts your features, but you can't read his expression behind the gaudy mask that conceals the lower half of his face.) 

Amber hues meet your petrified gaze readily, like he's not in the slightest fazed by this reaction, and the man hums thoughtfully underneath his mask, his rich, sunlight-hued eyes gleaming sharply. 

"It's funny, how I normally despise touching filth like you… " He says casually in a steady, easy voice- like he's discussing the weather, and you feel the thrum of something heavy and powerful pulse through your veins, a sort of sizzling heat emanating from the confident hand imprisoning yours as his grasp on your skin coils tighter, and you can't even flinch at the coldness his touch ensues, despite the smattering of shivers you feel humming across your skin, frosting to a raw, tender place deep within you. 

Horror sinks it's talons into your heart as you feel it- and you know, know deep within the marrow of your bones, that this is destruction, havoc, chaos in the purest of forms, this is his power over your frail self- buzzing and pulsing and writhing like the scuttle of insects underneath his false human skin (because you know his kind, know his kin- the type of parasite that burrows itself deep underneath the guise of human, when they're truly monsters underneath, monsters monsters monsters), sheer, undiluted power lying dormant at the very tips of his fingers, able to fully crush you to your core and leave no trace if he chooses to do so. 

A heartbeat too late, you realize that feather-light touch has trailed upwards, carefully, cautiously caressing the length of your arm to the curve of your cheek as he now cups your face in the cusp of his broad palm, and you can't move- move move move please move please please please MOVE-! 

Your mind is screaming, blaring with alarms of danger, but your throat has gone as dry as a desert, clamping shut, and there's not a scream nor a sob available as you try to wrestle out a gasping, shuddering breath. 

The soles of your feet are rooted to the floor, and you're frozen, absolute mortification dawning on you, and here you are- a humming mess of frazzled nerves, each vein inside of your body lit up by the burn of adrenaline and instinct, but your mind blanks of all coherent thoughts, and your body feels like it belongs to someone else, refusing to move beneath the touch of this killer. 

You try desperately to breathe around the knot of panic squeezing at your chest, at the anxiety-induced bunch of your insides knitting together, but you feel cold on the inside- like you've been drenched with a bucket of icy water. Shock and horror gnaws at you, holding you captive as you shudder under the soft press of his flesh against yours. 

You blink back the hot tears that swarm your vision, and then, the glove is no longer there, scattered carelessly on the surface of the counter along with the gaudy, bird-shaped mask. His hand is bare and soft and warm against your cheek, and your pulse races underneath this deceptively gentle, gentle touch, utterly repulsed by the skin resting on yours. 

"But oddly, when it's you, this lowly scum, I don't seem to mind as much."

He finishes delicately, slender fingers stroking your cheek almost affectionately, and amusement touches the corners of his lips when he sees you trying so hard not to fade and disintegrate underneath his palm. 

Without the mask on, his face is as normal as they come and you would've passed him as any other random customer- with ivory skin and sharp cheekbones jutting deep into marble flesh, a strong jaw and an elegant nose, and thin, almost plump lips forming into a vague, wispy suggestion of a smirk. You might've even considered him handsome, had it been under normal circumstances, but the sting of his nails biting white hot divots into your cheek reminds you otherwise. 

(Right now, he's the predator and you are his prey. He likes playing with his food, it seems.) 

Pale eyes lazily peer down into your terrified ones, and there's goading in them- victory gleaming sharp and amber in his cat-like gaze as his ungloved thumb grazes your bottom lip, and you feel the salt of the tears pouring wet and hot down your cheeks as a sob builds up in your chest, a whimper staying locked in your throat, heavy on your tongue. 

(And there it is again, that half-smile tucked away secretly in the corners of his mouth- like a rare present only meant to be glimpsed by you, lips curving a subtle, dewy pink and kissably-soft against his pale flesh.)

And then the bell rings, signaling the arrival of your new customers- your saviors, your heroes, and the mask's suddenly back on his face, and his pale, pale hand is gloved once more, no longer caressing your face like you're some delicate, enchanting, fragile thing. 

(And perhaps you were, still are, underneath his hand, because in that fleeting moment, your life had been his to toy with, before he'd been stolen of that chance.) 

He silently takes the bag from your still shaking, limp hands, and places crisp notes in payment before he straightens, pivoting on his heel to leave, like nothing's ever happened. 

But before he completely exits the line of your blurring vision, he turns back and flashes you another sinister, promising smile- and you know he's smiling, see the way the edges of his eyes crinkles into half-moons underneath the horrid mask- before he disappears as quickly as he'd appeared, stealthy and shadow-like, here one moment, and gone the next, leaving you a shuddering, writhing mess of frazzled nerves and shaking horror and tears and shock. 

There was only one thought occupying your mind after the horror of what had transpired had settled in your bones, and it was that 

(those were the eyes of a killer killer killer) 

You really, really needed to get a new job. 

[0asisbliss]

He is so grumpy when you wake him up from sleeping. Especially when he was in such a nice rest and good position. Just for him to cuddle you? I mean he has no problem with it, but you could’ve said just said that instead of grumbling and complaining. (He’ll be in a better mood in the morning:) )

SUKUNA, Megumi Toji, (JJK) BAKUGO, Chisaki, Shigiraki, (MHA) YUJIRO, (BKI) Zoro (OP) Phinks, Nobunaga, (HXH) Sanemi, (KNY) LOKI, Poseidon, (SNV) Raian, (KA)-

He is content about it though he is a light sleeper the slight nudge of his arm could wake him up. He would smile as you request he wrap his arms around your waist while you sleep. Is already up, and tries to go to sleep for you since you asked so nicely.

Baki, (BKI) Lawliet, (DN) Geto, Higuruma, SHIU, (JJK) Buddha (SNV) Agito (KA)

Wakes up in good mood when you nudge him to get up. Gives you extra affection along with cuddling. Face kisses, neck nudges, cheek kissing, you name it he does it. It becomes a routine for you two.

SHALNARK, Chrollo, Luffy, YUJI, Yuta, Nanami, GYOMEI, RENGOKU, Kurapika, Gojo, CHOSO, Ohma, Kaolan, Lihito, Cosmo, (KA).

[i-cant-sing]

I love the crossover between first lady reader and real celebs that you make sometimes!

Can you expand on that a little and give me a crumb mother 🧍‍♀️

What would the reader wear to the oscars and oscars after party (i have no idea if that exists) and what would be the peoples rections and her reaction to other celebs ?

Hmm maybe something like this:

Because I feel like First Lady Y/n would like full sleeves and arm gloves, and the backless part too but that's mostly to piss off Kai. Pair it up with am elegant updo and the most precious jewels (and u must wear Kai's wedding ring. That is non negotiable. Your stylist may have also given you a diamond necklace with a huge sapphire in it- courtesy of AFO ofc)

And for the after party, I feel like the above dress was a safer option for PR reason. But I think reader would still go for a somewhat "safer" option for after party because people are always watching and she has to maintain Kai's reputation.

But I also think that now that reader has been tk so many parties and galas, she really doesn't care anymore if people think she's slutty or something (if anything, the public will probably bash the designers for making something so inappropriate for the first lady. Poor you were just pressured into wearing it), so she might even wear something like this to the after party:

Kai is absolutely foaming at the mouth because on one hand, "YOU LOOK DROP DEAD GORGEOUS OMG HOW DID HE GET SO LUCKY. THIS FAKE MARRIAGE AND BABY TRAPPING U IS SO WORTH IT. HES NEVER LETTING YOU GO NOW!" But on the other hand, everyone is staring at you and he doesn't... like that. You can bet that he has the secret service pushing away celebrities so that they don't hog you, he definitely had Katsuki body slam Ryan Gosling away because Kai knows you're a fan. To everyone's surprise, Cillian Murphy and Christopher Nolan were having a long, interesting conversation with you, I mean- once that picture of all 3 of you was posted on twitter, fans went nuts as they pointed out how the two stoic men had the faintest twinkle in their eyes as they talked to you. Who knows what in the world you were talking about?

[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.” 

[cut3blush]

Y’all Chisaki is back and he’s still pretty

[mossy-opal]

Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right

Kai Chisaki x Reader

Content Warnings: Depressive Thoughts, Murder Mentions, Child Abuse Mentions, SMUT, Dominant Reader, Edging, Guided Masturbation, I think that's it, if I missed something tell me

The legal system was no help after his release, even if he was deemed "harmless". Despite knowing full well what he was capable of, they still put him back out on the streets, on probation of course. They kept him under lock and key for the most part, if he went anywhere or did anything, someone would know about it. He had to report to his probation officer once a week, and every visit was as uneventful as the last.

After all, what could a man with no arms manage to accomplish? It was pathetic, how far he'd fallen from grace.

He needed help, more help than anyone was willing to give. In order to get help, legally at least, he needed to sign certain forms. That would work, if he had arms.

Kai Chisaki, once a man whom many feared to cross, now lay in his dingy, disgusting apartment, in dirty clothes, with stubble on his face, just a moment away from putting himself out of his own misery.

Hearing a knock on his door, he didn't even get up, if it was his probation officer they'd let themselves in regardless. When a new person walked in with a smug look on their face, that got his attention. He sat up, looking up at the individual with a glare.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

They laughed, leaning against the wall, "From you? Nothing. I'm actually here to offer you a deal, Overhaul."

Hearing his old villain name got his attention, his eyes widening.

"You'd better be careful with that name, who knows who could be listening…" He warned.

The stranger shook their head, "Not to worry, I'm actually a family friend of your probation officer, that's why and how I know where you live! Now, do you wanna know why I'm here, Chisaki?"

He didn't answer, only glaring.

"Well, I'm here to offer a deal, like I said. Favours for favours, if you catch my drift…"

Kai thought about it for a moment, then shook his head, "I have nothing for you here, you can see yourself out-"

"Oh but you do! Y'see, I find myself in a bit of a pickle," They started walking towards his bed, squatting down to his level. "I'm not exactly the strongest person in the world y'see, and you, well you have seen better days- But I can help you if you can help me! I need a handyman, a workin' man, if you wanna call it that- You can be my man!"

Kai blinked, ".... Uh huh… Well, as I said, I'm not exactly in the position to be, as you so eloquently put it, a working man."

As he said that, he lifted what's left of his arms, before glaring at the stranger again.

"Now, get the fuck out."

The person stood up, stretching, "Alright, alright, I'll leave you to wallow in self pity- Didn't even give me a chance to state my half of the bargain…"

Kai grunted, not interested in whatever this person was selling- "Would be a real shame though, I could get you some amazing prosthetics. I know a guy."

They shrugged, turning on their heel. "But, you said no, so-"

"Wait."

They stopped, a grin on their face before turning back to Kai, who was now standing.

"Yes…?"

He hesitated, which from what the stranger had heard, was very unlike him.

"I'll help you with whatever you need me to help you with, so long as I get those prosthetics first."

"Oh absolutely! I'm not a monster, I wouldn't make you do shit you can't do, just for my own amusement! When you get your nice new prosthetics, then we can shake on it- Deal~?"

He glared once more with a sneer, before he nodded.

"Deal."

That was how he met you.

From then on he was, unfortunately, indebted to you. You had him moved from his crummy apartment and into your own house, on a farm. It was no wonder you wanted help, there was a lot of work to be done. Despite him insisting he didn't need to know anything about you, you went ahead and told him nearly everything about you and your life. It was like nails on a chalkboard, being in your presence, even if you helped him. To make matters worse, many of your ideals aligned with his own, just to a far less extreme.

You didn't have a quirk, your family never had quirks, and you believed the stereotypes of quirks and the society built around them was flawed. Even in passing, you had mentioned how much better things would've been had quirks never appeared.

However, despite the similarities between the two of you, Kai was certain that he hated you.

You were loud, obnoxiously so. You were far too lax for your own good. Eventually, acting the way you did would either get you hurt or killed- He couldn't wait for the day. You weren't messy, which was a good thing, but still, you were simply gross. Being in your presence alone would've given him hives, had he not been in poor living conditions prior.

He told himself that often, almost as if he was reminding himself you were gross. His mantra was said even more often while you were helping him around the farm. You took your shirt off far too often, each time you did so made him nearly vomit. That habit being a part of that relaxed personality that he despised.

Even if you helped him, he was as cold and cruel as you'd heard. It posed a challenge to you, but eventually, you got bored. He wouldn't let you in, which was fine, he didn't have to- But having him around was to help with that loneliness you felt. Your parents were long dead, and with no other real family, you were bored. You were lonely. Even with Kai around, he was only there to fulfil his debt to you, he made that abundantly clear.

Oh, well there's an idea.

If he didn't want to get to know you or share with you, that was fine, but he owed you. Why not cash in? Maybe indulge a little? With your intentions known, Kai… Didn't know what to do. You started asking him to do many other chores around the house, practically kicking back while he took over cooking and cleaning. It disgusted him, how much of a "house-husband" he had become. Despite that, you were still rough with him, a vast difference from anyone else he'd ever known. The people he surrounded himself with were always useful, obedient to him, never looking him in the eyes.

You, on the other hand, practically looked down your nose at him. He didn't know how to handle your demands, he wanted to bite back, more than anything, but… But he didn't. He never bit back with more than a snide comment or a grumbling insult, but he never raised his voice or his hand against you, and it left him baffled.

It wasn't because he respected you, it wasn't because he felt so indebted to you that he didn't fight back. It wasn't because he wanted your praise, he never-

"Such a good boy~"

You had said it in passing, more like a joke than anything, but it still struck something in him. A chord that's never been strung, a new song they played in the back of his mind. He'd been praised before, but never like that.

It was disgusting, how he had a physical reaction such as that, he was ashamed of himself, how violated he felt.

That was when he bit back with more force.

"Don't you dare speak to me like I'm a fucking dog!"

"Oooh, careful pup, might have'ta muzzle ya because of that bite- Haha!"

Your nonchalant response proved it was, in fact, supposed to be a joke. But the visceral reaction he had was very much serious. He's never felt such a jolt before, not even when he had his first successful test of the quirk removing bullet. It felt similar to his first intimate interaction with a woman, but he hated how that felt. So in turn, he hated how he felt now.

How dare you.

All because you seemed to enjoy torturing him, you had the audacity to start teasing him more often, which he was not happy about in the slightest. It made him feel sick, it made everything feel too hot, it made him feel clammy, it made him grind his teeth, and he despised it, but not as much as he despised you, because you kept doing it.

So why didn't he just leave?

You had given him prosthetics, let him freely roam your farm land, given him more than enough payment for his work so he could survive on his own- But there was one problem.

He was still on probation, and he would be for the foreseeable future.

Who's to say you wouldn't take him to court for not paying you back for the prosthetics you so graciously provided him? If you did that, and you would, he would be put right back into Tartarus to pay for his crimes. Then he would really be a shame to the Shie Hassaikai, more than he is now. No, he had to see this through to the eventual end. It would take a long time, but if there was one thing he was confident in, it was his patience.

Although, that in it of itself was a tall task. You pressed him, you pushed him, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. The only thing he could do was whatever you asked him to do. Help you with the farming and yard work, help you move lumber and firewood, help you keep your chickens in place, clean up… Whatever you needed, he would begrudgingly do for you.

Unfortunately, it all came to a head one day, while his probation officer was in for a visit. You usually stepped out for them, but decided to stick around today, for whatever reason.

Now, truth be told, he wasn't very fond of his probation officer. They were far more rude to him than you were, making snide comments while asking questions, brazing remarks when he didn't answer fast enough. Well, their behaviour didn't change, even with you in the room. If anything, it was more harsh than usual. You were oddly quiet for the most part.

"Well, good to know you're finally on a leash-"

"Can you stop?"

When you spoke up, Kai looked over at you, as did his probation officer, who scoffed.

"What? It's not like you treat him any differently. He's a murderer-"

"Yeah well he's still human, and I'd appreciate it if you spoke to him in a better tone. You are in my house after all."

"Pfft- Better tone? As if! He doesn't deserve a better tone, and who the hell are you to tell me how to speak to him? You do the exact same thing!"

"I really fuckin' don't, you can believe that! He may have done some horrible shit, but so far he's come a long way, no thanks t' you! It was only after I stepped in he actually started making the changes your court system says he has to make!"

"He is a child abuser and a murderer, not some project for you to work on!"

"Oh as if you give a shit about children! How many murderers are running that stupid fuckin' government funded 'hero agency' you fuckin' worship!? Get outta my house, the next time you come here, you better behave yourself, or I'm reporting you for misconduct!"

"Get bent, you stupid bitch!"

Practically shoving his probation officer out of your house, Kai watched the entire thing with wide eyes and confusion clearly on his face. Of all people, he wouldn't expect you to stand up for him. You never once excused what he did, you reminded him more than he reminded himself, he was a bad person. Yet, you defended him from mistreatment.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?"

Kai rolled his eyes, "Don't act like an idiot. Why did you defend me?"

You shrugged, "Good question- I dunno, suppose I just don't care for unnecessary bullying."

Kai shook his head, "You bully me all the time-"

"Well yeah, but like I told them, it's different."

"How is it different?"

"I don't mean for it to actually hurt you, just t' sorta… Remind you of where you stand~"

That answered no questions for him, and as he watched you walk away, he didn't expect to have any of his questions answered.

However, it didn't matter much as time went on. The two of you worked in somewhat synchronicity with one another, your teasing being met with his own, eventually. His probationary visits had also been lowered, from once a week, to once a month, due to his good behaviour. That only aided his high spirits, taking him one step closer to being a truly free man once again. Time moved on, day by day, the two of you only being visited quarterly after some massive improvements on Chisaki's attitude. As well as a change in his probation officer. That rude individual had been replaced with a kind little old woman. He didn't want to question why or how that happened without his knowing, he knew you wouldn't answer.

You were odd to him. Your bullying was far less harsh now, if you could even call it bullying. Kai wouldn't call it bullying, because it really wasn't at this point. If anything, it was an odd way of flirting. The most troubling new development, was his inability to descern if he hated it or not. He was certain your flirting was annoying, but it came to his attention, eventually, that he enjoyed it. You flattered him, made him feel- Odd.

But as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't bring himself to hate the treatment. So much so, that he found it odd when you didn't flirt with him. Everything about the situation was just downright strange. He still didn't understand why you would help him like this, why you would defend him, why you would flatter him the way you did, why-

"It's getting cold out."

His attention snapped from the food he was making, to you coming inside from the evening.

"What?"

"It's getting cold outside, we gotta make sure the harvest is good, get some supplies from the city, then we should be set for the winter."

That was another thing you did that he found odd. You told him about your plans, and expected input from him, as if he had a choice.

"So, wanna come with me this time?"

He looked back at you, confused. "What?"

"Jeez, do I need to get your hearing checked out or somethin'?"

He clicked his tongue, "I heard you fine, what do you mean when you ask-"

"What the hell do you think I mean? I'm askin' you if you wanna join me to go into the city, not for your hand in marriage! It's not that complicated~"

Kai rolled his eyes and shook his head, "No, thank you. I would need to fill out a form in order to leave the property, and frankly I don't want to."

Your talking and teasing was drowned out after he said that, as he was thinking to himself about the realisation he just came to. He didn't want to leave. Despite everything…

But, you were right about it getting cold outside. The summer months slowly turned to fall, the leaves turning colour, and the sky darkening sooner. The two of you were able to harvest nearly everything before the first snow fall, and that was when Kai noticed just how badly the cold made him feel. Before, he was used to the cold, if anything, he preferred it. But now, it hurt him. It made his arms sore, as if they were heavier than how he was used to, and it was honestly horrible. Not only that, he felt useless now, watching you go in and out to retrieve fire wood or eggs, while he sat inside and did near to nothing. Despite your reassurance, he still felt… Disappointed. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed in himself, or disappointed that he was disappointing you. It never mattered before, how you felt about him, at least that's what he told himself, so why did it matter now?

What's worse, you noticed.

"Seasonal depression kicking your ass?"

He looked up from the fire to you, "What?"

You sat down next to him, handing him a mug of hot chocolate.

"Well, you've been real quiet lately, even after I annoy you, so something must be up."

He blinked, never having really paid it much attention before now.

"I…. Think I'm just not used to feeling this way. I hate feeling this way."

"Oh I getcha, I could only imagine how bad you must've felt when I found you-"

"That's just it, I think now I feel worse."

You looked at him, and he looked at you.

"When you found me, you… Gave me a new chance, an opportunity to help myself. As much as it pains me, I'm grateful to you, for that… But now, I can't help you. I can't do anything but watch you work, and it makes me so angry because… Because if I can't help you, what am I good for?"

You were silent, only making his thoughts run rampant.

"I can't seem to do anything correct, because everytime I've tried to do something meaningful with my life, it lands me right back at square one- Where I feel useless and pitiful, and frankly I'm disgusted with myself for allowing myself to feel this way, again. You found me and… Gave me a purpose. You put me to work, and as much of a bitch as you are, you've helped me…"

You snorted at that.

".... But now I'm sat here on your couch, in your house, wallowing yet again, because I can't help you more than you've helped me."

With that off his chest, he felt marginally better, but that darkness surrounded his mind yet again, before you spoke up.

"Well, if it makes you feel better you don't owe me anything anymore."

He looked at you again, "What do you mean?"

You shrugged, "I said what I mean, you don't-"

"No, that's not how this works, these prosthetics alone have costed you-"

"Don't worry about it, think of 'em as a gift."

He thought for a moment.

"And the allowance?"

You shrugged again, "Payment for your labour."

"And the room?"

"A place to stay that's not rat infested~"

"And the clothes? And the food? What about everything you've done for me- My probation being altered! I know you had a hand in that as well! So what do you mean I don't owe you anything? There is no way-"

You suddenly grabbed his jaw, something you've only ever done to fluster him on purpose, but it certainly shut him up.

"Will ya just shut your mouth and take what I give you? Fuck, you act like I saved you from some final destination death or whatever- I'm just being nice. Is that such a foreign concept to you?"

When you let him go, he was still silent. Did you not grasp the concept of debt? Especially for someone like him, whose whole life surrounded the teachings of the Yakuza, and how debts must be repayed. What you were doing for him went against everything he was used to, everything he'd ever known, and yet… He was somewhat okay with it.

Not entirely, he still had many questions, but he tried to ignore his nagging curiosity.

You were odd.

After that you made it a point to be as obnoxiously helpful as possible, to the point where Kai just had to look at something, and you would get it for him. It was annoying and it made Kai want to yell at you for making him feel so- So…. Pampered. In the end, that's all you were doing for him. Of course there were limits, you wouldn't help him with his prosthetics or get his clothes, but you were still helping him with damn near everything. He would ask you why, and you would shrug as per usual and give a half-hearted excuse,

"'Cus I wanna!"

But never more than that. Never a full explanation for why you did what you did. After all, you didn't have to. You teased him about it as well, making him flush and feel embarrassed, even if he knew you meant no harm in it. With the new development, came a new feeling Kai had been ignoring for quite some time.

…

By no means was Kai Chisaki a virgin. In his pursuits, he was sure to experiment at least once, despite the very particular parameters his paid-for partner had to follow. He was aware that sexual intimacy was nothing to write home about- It was far too complicated of a process to really get into it or pay more attention to it then he needed.

Unfortunately, this time with you had his curiosity reignited. His mind began to wander to places he had never ventured before, that prospect scared and intrigued him all at the same time. He wondered how your bare skin would feel against his. Would your hands be soft against him, or hard? Which one did he want more? He wondered how it would feel if he surrendered to you completely- Would you be kind, or would you be cruel?

Why did he hope for the latter?

So many thoughts would come to mind, and often at the worst of times- Sitting next to you, at dinner, while he would watch you chop firewood out in the cold, your jacket taken off to account for your labour, despite your red nose and rosy cheeks- That was the safest time for the thoughts to arise. When you were too busy with something else, when he could watch you for hours, and you didn't even notice.

At least, that's what he had originally thought.

"Hey, why have you been starin' at me?"

That question made him nearly choke on his food.

"Ha! What, didja think I wouldn't notice? Why else would I take off my shirt in this cold ass weather~?"

"H-how long have you known…?"

"Eh, a few weeks I think."

He scoffed, before getting up.

"Hey, where ya goin'!?"

"To my room."

You got up after him and practically started chasing him down, before you were finally able to get a proper hold of him. He didn't struggle much, it would hurt if he did.

"Let go of me-"

You laughed, "Nope! Not until you tell me why you like to stare at me~"

"Fuck you, you know why!"

"Oh we will, soon as you tell me~"

He stopped moving, looking at you.

"What?"

"What~?"

"What did you just say?"

"Mmmm, I don't think I'm repeating myself~"

Kai was lost on how to feel, unsure if he should feel scared or aroused by you… But, he was far too curious for his own good.

"And what if I was staring at you because…. Because I find you attractive?"

You moved closer to him, your warmth giving him goosebumps, as you breathed against his neck.

"I think I'd do something about it… I don't like being stared at~"

Kai had to bite back a shudder, cursing himself for stuttering, "W-what are you going to do… About it…?"

With a smirk, you dragged him to his room, throwing him inside. Without even closing the door, you followed him inside, unbuttoning your shirt. It was nothing new to see you topless, that was something he needed to get used to, but when you started taking off your pants, that's when he looked away.

"Uh uh, look at me."

The demand in your tone made his eyes look at you, struggling to keep his eyes in one place. He saw you smirk, which made him flush more.

"Well, come on pretty boy, you gonna take your clothes off, or am I gonna have'ta do it for ya~?"

"I- I don't-"

The way you sauntered up to him made him trip over himself, falling onto the floor.

"Don't tell me big bad Yakuza is a virgin~"

"I-I'm not-"

You put your foot on his crotch, making him gasp out a sharp moan.

"Then take your fucking clothes off~"

Slowly and shakily, he started taking off his shirt and pants, leaving on his briefs. He… Didn't exactly like the way he looked now, his arms being mostly synthetic, making him extremely self-conscious. Your voice snapped him out of it.

"Hey, quite gettin' in your own head and get over here!"

He hadn't even seen you get on his bed, laying on your back, your legs spread. He felt his face heat up, before he made it to you.

"Quit starin'."

"Yes…" His head snapped down, and he closed his eyes when he realised it.

You had him wrapped around your finger, and you knew it.

"Now what am I gonna do with you… Usually you're so obedient, it wouldn't feel right to really punish you… But, you have been staring at me for a while, huh~?"

Kai nodded, "Fuckin' answer me when I talk to you!"

You were always loud, but not like this. It made him… "Fuck- Yes, I've been staring at you for weeks…"

You purred, moving to sit up in front of him, while he sat on his knees.

"You dirty little slut, you probably got off while watching me work, huh?"

He could feel his dick twitch when you spoke to him like that, but he answered.

"N-no, I didn't…."

"Why?"

He didn't answer you for a moment, and you raised your voice again, "Answer me, slut!"

"I haven't touched myself with these hands…! I…. I can't."

You laughed cruelly, "Ooh, poor little bitch hasn't been able to get himself off because he's scared~"

Why did he like this so much? He couldn't even think of an answer before you spoke again, "Well, here's your chance~"

He looked up at you at that, confused.

"Don't give me that look, I know you're not fuckin' stupid. I want you to touch yourself~"

This had to be a joke-

"I'll even help you, because I'm so nice~"

You moved again, getting up and moving behind him, and before he could ask what you were doing, you pushed him down. Kai caught himself on all fours, but feeling you press against him made his questions die in his throat. He felt your hands trail from his shoulders to his deltoids, before trailing down his prosthetic arms, grabbing his wrists.

"I know you know how to do this, but I'll give you a reminder~"

After you whispered that, you moved your hand and his, stopping right at the line of his briefs.

"Come on, take your dick out."

Kai did as you told him, holding his hard cock in his hand, your hand wrapped around him as well. He shuddered at the feeling, simultaneously feeling more aroused than ever, and humiliated all the same. Feeling you squeeze his hand, and in turn his dick, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Do I have to do everything for you? Christ, I literally have to hold your hand while you jack off, this is fuckin' pathetic you know~"

Feeling you pull his hand up his dick, and back down, he shuddered again. While you moved his arm, your other arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him back to sit on your lap. You kept guiding his hand at a slow pace, which was torture while you grinded on him and bit at his neck. His gasping only increased while his eyes rolled back.

"Ha, you're drooling princess- Gross~"

He shut his eyes while you sped up, your other hand playing with his nipples. His breathing got faster, and his gasps slowly turned in to quiet moans, his eyes shut tight while his mouth opened and-

When you suddenly pulled away his hand, he cried out in protest, tears pricking his eyes.

"No no no please please f-fucking please don't-"

"Who the hell are you to be making demands~?"

He couldn't even see you behind him, but he could feel you grinding against his ass, your hold on his wrist tight. He whined again, small tears falling while he caught his breath, coming down from what was almost the best orgasm of his life. He heard you laugh, before he felt you lick his tears.

"Don't be such a cry baby, sweetness… This is your punishment~"

You pushed him down again, getting him off of you, so you could get up and get dressed. You were really going to leave him like this…

"Don't worry, if you're good, I'll make sure you get a reward, but for now, deal with it."

When you turned to walk out, you stopped.

"Oh, and if I find out you touched yourself again, and you cum? You can bet your sweet ass I'll be punishing you a hell of a lot worse."

He nodded, before you snapped your fingers, making him look at you- He bit back a squeak.

"Y-yes… I won't- Won't touch myself…"

You smirked, "That's a good boy~"

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╰─▸ ❝ 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.

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Chisaki had some time before his sadistic ordeals, leaving you planted on his thigh with a towel underneath you. How long could you last as you rutted against him, his hand welting against your ass to show his dominance over you? Not long, you deemed.

warnings: 18+ mdni, sut, fem!reader, whipped!reader, mean!chisaki, thigh riding, spanking, hand marks, masochism, commands, dirty talk (moreso mocking), edging/orgasm denial, use of chisaki's quirk (to stop reader from touching herself), thoughts of dirtying chisaki (reader gets off on it), chisaki's very much in character with his germaphobia, pet name-ish (pretty pet), lot going on in such a tiny word count oops.

a/n: this was one of my FAVORITE thirsts to write, holy crap; I fucking adore this man, ive watched the shie hassaikai arc sooo many times. its by far my favorite arc ever of my hero academia alongside the current manga arc. i was screaming with joy when i saw the chisaki thirst come in, hehe. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“You’re lucky to be sitting on my lap right now…” Chisaki sneered and honestly, you were lucky; even if he did lay a towel down against his thigh so he wouldn’t itch with insanity. His plague mask rendered useless to you, all you wanted to do was pull it off and actually see him speak in his uttered tone but you knew he wouldn’t allow your hand to so much as raise if you did so. 

“Pretty pet, am I right? Go on, use my thigh sweetheart.” He commanded wryly, his gloved palms hovering over your body but he didn’t dare touch. 

You had been stripped down to your lace panties, a long black shirt covering the swell of your ass and you felt so exposed in the cold room he had you cornered in. It was downtime for him, something he so desperately needed and lucky for you, he brought you along to keep him company. What you didn’t expect was to beg for his attention and ultimately end up on his lap, your cunt dripping onto the pristine towel that covered his lap. 

You wonder how fast he’d throw you off if it was his bare thigh, the slick soaking through his trouser’s fabric and you felt yourself start to move against his thigh at the thought of it. You wanted to get him dirty, the lace of your undergarments rubbing deliciously against your clit and you let out a quiet moan. As you grinded against him, he watched with molten eyes that glistened with every move you made. His eyelashes stuck out in your vision and you averted your gaze from him, a deep blush spreading against your cheeks.

“Oh, shy aren’t we? C’mon, you can do better than that…” Chisaki’s gloved hand came down, striking you hard against the flesh of your ass and you yelped out– holy fuck, he actually touched you. “Go faster, doll.” 

You wanted him to touch you again– your cunt sliding directly against his thigh now and you so desperately wanted to lay your arms on him and just take it, but what would that even get you? Disassembled and rearranged to your heart’s content, the thought pillowing your mind as you sped up your movements. The ache of your cunt against his thigh made you woozy and you felt your orgasm rushing towards you, the dull pleasure building between your thighs. 

You could feel yourself trembling against his leg and a harsh sigh breathed above you as you started to drag your pussy in tight circles, dredging up any type of friction you could get. You were mad, you thought– pure mad as you snuck your hand down towards the front of your panties but Chisaki’s quirk was faster and he reassembled your hand back where it should’ve been in the first place– behind your back and unable to move. You yelped at the sting from the use of his quirk, but were thankful he didn’t use it for bad intentions; just to rein you in from your impending orgasm. 

This only accelerated the heat that threatened to swallow you whole, a simpered smile casting over your face and you were so so close to cumming all over his leg– such cleanliness about to be deduced to nothing but a muddled mess. Your high raced up your spine and you let out a string of whimpers, his name falling from your lips as you felt the coil pull and–

His palm stopped you, a loud smack echoing off the bland walls.

“Ah, enough. Slow down.” Chisaki instructed, a bit of paranoia seeded within his voice and he brought his hand down again, this time leaving a welted mark and you jumped– no, relished at the pain that bit at your ass harshly. “I didn’t say you could cum all over me, now did I? Know your place, Y/N.”

[ghostreaderwazaa]

Chisakii is backkk 😭😭😭😭☝️☝️

ITS ALIVE!!! AAAAHHHHH I'M HAPPYZZZ AAAAAAAAAA CHISAKI IS BACK AAAAA WAITED 3 YEARS FOR THIS 😭😭😭😭

[slayfics]

Kai comes to your house.

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Kai watched as you quickly fumbled around your apartment, gathering items to stuff into a backpack for him.

He knew he didn’t deserve your kindness. He didn’t deserve anything you did for him. He risked your hero status by showing up at your apartment, yet you still took him in. He remembered his panicked state during another prison break that was orchestrated by some up-and-coming villain.

How far was he supposed to go with no arms? All the escaped villains took off, not caring about anyone else.

He had nowhere else to go. The only place that stood out in his mind as a beacon of hope was your apartment.

You were a popular hero now though, would you turn him in?

He decided it was worth the risk.

He’ll never forget the expression on your face when you opened the door to him. Wide eyes, those same flushed cheeks. You yanked him inside.

You didn’t turn him in.

“What the fuck are you doing here Kai?!” You yelled.

“Another prison break, I’m sure you heard,” he answered. Standing pathetically in your apartment. Unused sleeves dangling from his prison uniform.

“SO YOU CAME HERE?! To a fucking hero’s apartment!!” You scolded him. “I should turn you in!”

“Will you?” He asked.

You swallowed, expression of fury fading, you sighed. “You can’t stay here,” you decided.

“That’s fine I didn’t intend to for long,” he stated.

But looking him over once more, you felt your heart squeeze. Where else was he supposed to go? All his comrades were dead. All bridges burned. No arms to even feed himself or wipe his own ass.

“Let’s get you cleaned up at least,” you decided, noticing the dirt and grim he acquired from his journey.

“You’re an angel,” he cooed.

You cleaned him up. Bathed him, fed him, and helped him shave the stumble he had acquired in prison. Somehow you even persuaded your way into getting prosthetic arms for him. Making up some lie to one of the support manufacturers for heroes.

You stuffed face masks, and mini sanitizers into the backpack. Taking care of even his mysophobia, he found himself wishing he didn’t have to leave.

Those words you spoke to him so long ago haunt him now. “You’re a handsome man, if you had made different decisions, I wonder how different our lives would be.”

He had plenty of time to ponder it in Tartarus. If he had made different decisions, he would have been able to have a proper relationship with you. His boss wouldn't despise him, Eri would be untraumatized.

You spoke bringing him out of his daydreams, “Promise me you’ll do something good with your ambitions Kai. You’re smart. You could really make a difference in the world if you have pure intentions this time.”

“I don’t have any grand ambitions anymore,” he answered, the heaviness of his words seemed to weigh the whole room down. It was heartbreaking seeing him this way. Once so powerful and sure of his actions. Now just a hollow shell of what used to be a strong man.

“Just… don’t make me regret this. If you do I promise I’ll hunt you down,” you said again, trying to separate yourself from your growing feelings. The words “stay for just one more night,” daring to leave your lips.

Kai struggled to put one of the face masks you gave him on. His new prosthetic hands were clumsy and slow.

It was common for heroes to lose limbs in fights. So- making an excuse to get prosthetics to show your interns the severity of injuries they could get in fights had no one batting an eye. The downside is they weren’t perfectly made for Kai. Whereas a hero would have had personalized prosthetics, Kai got whatever was lying around the shop. Even still, he knew he’d never be able to repay you.

You stalked around the apartment for anything else he might need, unconsciously delaying the time before your final goodbye. "Do you- want gloves?" You asked, maybe a dumb question but with his heavy aversion to germs, you weren't sure.

Kai just gave a pitiful shrug. Highlighting again the fact that he was no longer the same man.

You decided to stuff disposable gloves in the bag just in case.

"Look everyone is going to be looking for you and- you aren't exactly hard to spot so... be careful. Get out of Japan if you can," You suggested to him, bringing the backpack over to him. "There's money and extra clothes in here too, I'm sure you can figure something out from here."

"I know a simple thank you is little to repay what you've done and risked for me. But it's all I have right now," he said grabbing the backpack from you and wrestling it on awkwardly.

The sight only further tugged on your sympathy. Fleeting thoughts of leaving with him ran across your mind. If only for a brief moment to imagine the fantasy.

Even through all the things he had done, it felt wrong sending him out on his own, as he gathered the shattered pieces of himself and re-learned how to navigate his new situation.

Yet that was the reality. You couldn't throw away all your hard work to become a hero just to vanish off with a washed-up villain. It was an alluring fantasy, but that's all it was.

The painful truth was this was going to be the last time you'd cross paths with Kai. That's what had to happen for you both to avoid any consequences.

Kai stood up and stalked to your door, knowing he had long overstayed his welcome. Every second spent in your apartment was a risk for you both. It would only take one unexpected visit from a neighbor or friend, to send him back to Tartus and who knows what punishments you'd face for harboring a fugitive.

"Repay me by doing good this time," you said following him to the door.

It was the dead of night, the perfect time for him to take off and make his next move. You wanted to ask where he was going, what was he going to do? But- it was better that you didn't know in the event that any heroes came questioning. Or any late-night fantasies of following after him got too strong.

Kai turned to you, back towards the door, "Guess this is goodbye then."

You nodded, the two of you standing in the awkward tension of the moment. It was an unnatural goodbye. How many people say goodbye with such an absolute of never seeing each other again. See you later, not even an option on this table. It was heavy. You knew you shouldn't be so saddened to watch the villain go, but logic put up a little fight against your heavy heart.

"Alright," Kai finally mumbled, breaking the tension, and turning around to open the apartment door.

"Wait!" you blurted out, pulling him back. Tearing the mask off his face you pressed your lips to his. A wince shot through him before he gave in allowing his longing emotions to outweigh his disdain for germs.

Cheeks flushed; eyes wide at your emotional goodbye.

"Sorry," you apologized placing the mask back on his face. "Just... thought we should have a proper goodbye."

Kai smiled, the first smile you'd seen since before he was arrested, "Don't apologize, if anyone could get away with that, it's you. Take care of yourself," he spoke before finally leaving your apartment.

Thinking it too risky to watch him go, you shut your door. Nerves buzzing with conflicting feelings. A symphony of screams going off in your head. Some telling you to run after him, some scolding you for even thinking about it.

In the end, you stood cationic at the door. Never deciding how to feel.

sinners: @mintsbubbletea @lalachanya @unofficialmuilover @starieq @that-one-fangirl69 @pinkpurpledreams

[frickingnerd]

call me your favorite, call me the worst

pairing: overhaul / kai chisaki x gn!reader

summary: after kidnapping you, overhaul tries to train you, his precious darling, to final say those three little words to him...

tags: yandere!overhaul, overhaul training his darling to be obedient, angry!overhaul (trying to hide it), bratty!reader

"say it! say you love me!"

chisaki stood in front of you, arms crossed and glaring down at you. you had been nothing but disobedient ever since you had gotten here. he had imagined you were the type to easily break and give in to his demands, but to even get you to the point where you'd stop screaming and hitting him whenever he entered the room was hard work! 

"no."

you didn't even look at him. chisaki was starting to get frustrated with you, but a small part of him was glad you weren't making this so easy. after all, if you had just followed his every command from the start, he'd have to worry if you would've done the same for any other man kidnapping you. 

"say it, brat"

"no!"

chisaki stepped closer and you immediately flinched. he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. 

"be good, darling. just say that you love me, alright?"

he hummed in his most charming voice, a stark contrast to his usual behavior. but you weren't buying it. 

"screw you..!"

chisaki glared at you and shoved you aside, before walking up and down the room quietly. you were starting to worry that he might be thinking of things he could do to you, but instead he stopped by the door and glared at you one last time. 

"i'll be back here tomorrow at the same time. you better start to behave by then, darling. otherwise you'll get to see me really angry!" 

[overhaulhautecouture]

if i made a discord server where we could simp for overhaul (and the rest of the shie hassaikai ofc but mainly overhaul), who would be interested in joining? you can send dms/asks or you can respond to this post 💐🐺 i'd love to talk

[badcaninecemetery]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[i-cant-sing]

Would himeko be on tiktok in first lady au?

And if yes, would she make her mom play those little ranking tiktok games?

Imagine her making a tiktok like: "my moms favorite celebs based on smashability"

Complete chaos

YES OMG 100000% LMAOOOOO like imagine First lady reader and Himiko just sitting in front of the camera, youre a little confused while Himiko is just suppressing her evil giggles and shes just explaining to you that you have to tilt your head towards the celebrity you like more. Himiko doesnt actually explain or even use the word "smash" because she knows youd be appalled.

The tiktok blows up, of course anything even remotely related to you does, but its actually Kai who storms in on you and Himiko FUMING because its not even the fact that you chose Henry Cavill over him, BUT ITS THE WAY YOU MADE A DISGUSTED FACE WHEN KAI'S FACE APPEARED ON SCREEN- AND HIMIKO MADE THE FACE TOO! And now its become a meme too- much like anything related to Kai does.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XIV. — PREDATOR/PREY

cw: Predator/Prey, Weapons / Use of Weapons, Referenced / Implied Stalking, Quirkless AU, Violence, Violent Imagery, Slight Manipulation / Gaslighting, Delusional Thoughts / Behaviors, Yandere Undertones, Injury, Uncomfortable Scenarios, Unhealthy Relationships, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Fem! Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: This one is completely and totally self-indulgent. Hope you enjoy! I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 2.7k words.

You’re not even fully awake before the hand around your mouth tightens, claws digging into flesh, and jerks it back. A muted gasp never sees the light of day, but your eyes are open and wide now. Both of your hands shoot upwards, snatching up a wrist, blood boiling yet frosting in the chilly night air. 

“Shhh. There’s no need to panic, princess. I won’t hurt you.”

Fat chance, but would fighting back be optimal at this point? You don’t know who’s behind you—those guttural and masculine chords still echoing in your ears don’t sound familiar in the slightest. You hope you’re probably going to die at best because the thought of anything else happening prickles your skin with gooseflesh and makes dread broil inside of your lungs. The voice chuckles. 

“Good, good. Yeah, okay. I’m here to take you home, so just keep cooperating and this’ll be easy.” 

Never mind. The fear underneath the flats of your nails springs to life, fiery and explosive, and you immediately fling your head backwards. Pain begins like a gong at the crown of your head, but it’s dull before it ever begins. Whoever’s behind you groans, and it’s only a fraction of a millisecond, but it’s enough to bound forward and escape their hold. That hand trails down your body, sharp and flexing to keep you in deep, but you’re faster. Rolling across your bed, dragging sheets and pillows, piling yourself up and throwing this person off—all of it makes your head spin, but it’s fine. This is fine. 

Whenever your body collides to the ground, loud and thundering, your ankle splinters, you gasp again but it doesn’t stall you. Slamming both of your hands on the ground, you twist and run. Run run run, tearing open your door, jumping as far as possible. You’re hopping, two little steps on the ground, big leaps. No time wasted. That voice cries after you before heavy footfalls follow after yours. Pain is flaring alive in your ankle because that was a stupid move, stupid and careless, but the adrenaline biting and feasting upon your bone marrow urges you to keep going, to keep moving, to keep running. 

Shallow breaths choke up in the back of your throat as you loop and curve, winding through your house. The foyer is so close. All you have to do is get to the foyer so you can run outside and start screaming for your neighbors’ help. The stranger behind you is quickly gaining on you, but the flight of your feet is deft, like a doe through a dangerous meadow. You can escape him, you know you can—it’ll be fine, just turn this corner, spin around and—

You slam into someone. There’s no longer any heat inside of your body, it’s drained and soggy, and you’re left slowly lifting your head. Golden honey eyes pierce through you. 

“Why are you running, angel?” 

His face is scary underneath the dim lighting of your living room’s threshold, shaded by that strange plague doctor mask covering the bottom half. Those eyes, long with lashes and so contemplative, the aloof air that seems to curtain his gaze, the way those midnight purple curls fall across his forehead, they all mesh together and send your head in a frenzy. You’re spinning. You can feel it, the floors, the walls, the ceilings, his body, the other person’s body are all homing in on you. It’s so airy in here, shifting altitudes, and you start panting. Princess. Angel. Princess. Angel. Princess. Angel. 

The other person finally rounds the corner. 

“There ya are, princess. You’re really quick on your—” 

He stops. The other man in front of you stops looking at you to level with the other stranger. The two of them watch one another. Everything is tense, thick droplets of water forcing, begging, their way out of an empty faucet. And then, a raucous laugh. 

“Haha, ohhh, this is good. What’s a yakuza doing sticking his nose here?” 

A scoff. 

“I recognize you. You’re in that one gang, aren’t you? The League of Villains?” 

You’re too scared to turn around, but you’re not sure if that’s a bright idea. You can’t bring yourself to move, can’t escape the feeling of the both of these strangers growing closer. Step step step, and the gang member is only a stretch behind you. 

“What of it? If you’re here to pick a fight, do it on your own turf. I’m not here to play dirty.” 

The yakuza, you guess, tilts his head before he squints. 

“Not here to play dirty? Neither am I. No, I’m here to collect something that belongs to me.” 

Stone grinding against stone, creaking, and it’s dribbling into the pond below your feet. Both of your eyes start growing, wider than a swollen harvest moon, glossy with confusion and horror. Wetting your lips doesn’t make them any less chapped. What did he say? What does that mean? What—you… you don’t know anything about that. Who in the hell is this guy? You’ve never even met him. You’ve never been involved in crime. You’ve never done anything but abide by the law like your average and boring person. So why, why is he saying that something that belongs to him is in your house? 

“Belongs to you? Oh, that’s golden. This is a mess. That something belongs to me, creep.” 

Imploring eyes slowly tilt around, shuddering like a wind chime. You finally see the stranger behind you. His snowy locks splay across his forehead, those licks of flames spiked and sharp. Teal eyes never seem to leave your visage. Golden piercings glitter whenever he opens his mouth in a toothy grin. There’s anger in your heart, building, and brimming, and you can’t help whenever your teeth grit and you whisper, 

“What the fuck are you two talking about? I don’t know either of you. Get out of my house.” 

A deep sigh. 

“This would have been so much easier if you would have stayed asleep. You’re so clever and meticulous in your planning, Todoroki.” 

Todoroki groans before it turns into a mocking yell. 

“Save it, Chisaki. I don’t feel like wasting my time on you. Why don’t you find your own girl?” 

They’re ignoring you—they’re ignoring you and he just called you his girl. 

“Hey, answer me, you assholes.” 

Zilch. 

“You’re mistaken if you think she’s your girl. I’ve had my eyes on her for some time now. I can’t expect someone like you to understand that.” 

Todoroki’s face pinches up like he’s about to spit, but he swallows and scoffs. He takes a step forward. Your fists ball. Your head pivots carefully back around to Chisaki. The door is behind him. It’s beckoning to you, its fingers curling, drawing. You have to run past Chisaki. You have to manage to dodge past him. He can’t touch you. If he grabs you, those fingers will lock and you’ll be trapped. You have to do this right. You have to be calculated with your every breath. 

“Whaddya mean by that? I’m a real gentleman if you take the time to know me. Tch, ‘sides, she’s been my girl ever since her friends tagged our property.” 

It’s like shattering glass, and you gasp. The shards pierce the pads of your fingers. Every thought in your brain slurps down the drain. 

Chisaki seems to pause. His breath hangs in the air. 

“Well, isn’t that a great coincidence? A few of those friends vandalized one of our bases. I’ve been watching her since.” 

Sketchy violin strings, they scratch and shiver. You can feel the budding anticipation. You can feel thunder in your heart. Your mind is searching. You need to figure out how to get out of here. You’re wrapped up in something that never even involved you. The war drums in your head remind you of your beating oxygen. Chisaki also takes a step closer. You’re glued to the spot, feet sinking into tar. You can’t comprehend anything. Todoroki is right behind you now—his hand is like blades whenever he eases his fingers along the small of your back. Chisaki continues speaking.

“Is that why I’ve seen you hanging around here? Sigh. I should have guessed. But regardless of that…” 

Everything is shaking, the music has stopped. Just little sounds in the night time. An occasional strike against a drum. Nothing. Your head fills with fluff whenever you see Chisaki reach inside of his jacket. You’re in the line of fire. He’s going to pull out a gun, you know he is, there’s nothing in your mind that reassures you. Is he going to kill you both? Chisaki’s hand sparkles underneath the moon whenever it resurfaces, metal, the barrel of a gun. It’s terror in real time, an abandoning hope that sets your skin ablaze and your knees into petroleum. The gun stretches forward, angled over your shoulder. It clicks, but the bizarre repeating sounds vibrating in one ear and coming out the other control your every thought. The gun, the gun, the gun—

Chisaki grunts whenever you squat and fling your head into his stomach. His stance crumbles, and the gun flies out of his hand. Todoroki emits something, but you’re too focused on shoving all of your weight onto Chisaki to make sure he fully topples over. The gun clatters, but it doesn’t go off, and Chisaki’s hands are on you whenever he falls backwards. You go down with him, but you know that the jolt to his frame should be enough for you to escape those talons. The ground rumbles in frustration. Another set of hands wrap around your waist and pull you away from Chisaki. Todoroki seems to start cackling at the bewildered expression plastered across Chisaki’s face, but you’re more worried about jabbing your elbows into Todoroki’s stomach and wriggling from his grasp. He emits something gross, but you escape him too. 

And with that, you flee. 

“Princess! Get back here. I’m not gonna hurt you! I’ll just kill this guy and we can get going. Then—” 

He gets cut off by Chisaki, you’re sure, because you hear a booming noise whenever both of their bodies hit the ground. They’re rumbling around, groaning and yelling at one another in hatred and venom. Your knees hit the hard floor in your flight, away from it all, but your palms rest only centimeters away from the gun. The pounding ache in your ankle reminds you that your adrenaline is running thin, that you’re losing steam the longer you think about the two men fighting over you. Chisaki shrieks, Todoroki hisses. You don’t want to see what they’re doing. Darkness is a vignette around the frames of your eyes, and you can feel every little moment of your life lead up to this. The gun. The gun is resting in front of you. They’re clashing, the sounds of the dying engines and fans of a machine. One of them will win at any minute, then they’ll get up and chase after you. 

The metal is heavy in your hands whenever you pick up the gun. You can’t identify the make or model; you don’t care. It glints whenever you shift it to hold it correctly, and it seems to weigh more and more with every passing second. Another clap of a storm, a body goes skipping across the floor, slamming into what sounds like a couch. A table gets knocked over, it breaks. Your mouth is dry, and only the faintest sounds of city life remain on the horizon. 

“Todoroki—get away from her, or—” 

An ear-splitting wail will forever replay in your head until you die, a ringing. The gun’s reverb hurts your arms, sends them back in its hefty recoil, and you swear you hear both shoulders pop. Todoroki grasps his thigh before he clumsily lowers to the ground. His eyes are filled with tears, drool and spit runs down his chin. He’s looking at you like you’re the crazy one. 

“H-Hey. I… don’t understand why you’d…” 

He’s grasping for straws, and you’re gasping for words. You want to say something. There’s a distinct trauma that yearns to wrap around your neck after hurting someone like that. You can see his eyes, can hear his voice, can understand him, and there’s a sympathy that starts to make your head hurt. You ache, and it’s a migraine before you can hear static. 

“I—I…” 

A strange beat, an ice bath. 

Chisaki has crossed the threshold, dived towards your body, hands wrapped around the gun. You’re too shocked to fight, and he easily snatches his weapon back. He’s coiled himself around your body in a way that sends you both spiraling. 

“Mine. You’re mine. You wanted to kill Todoroki, right? I’ll do it for you. I’ll do everything for you from now on.” 

He’s muttering nonsense, but you don’t care. Todoroki is choking on himself, Chisaki is trembling in exasperation, and you—you open your mouth and bite down. Chisaki’s sleeve gets milky in your mouth, but his flesh is warm and reminds you of life. He’s screeching, and then the gun goes off again. You don’t see where it flies off to, but Todoroki crosses the distance. But you’re gone before his hands even brush you. 

You spin on the ground, and you’re running again. Crawling, kicking up dust and dirt, and you’re running like a feral animal. Froth leaks from your mouth. 

“What are you doing? Good girls don’t play like this. I can teach you how to play, princess. Don’t run from me, don’t run from me. Hey. Hey!” 

Todoroki sounds like a child, but his meandering steadily builds in speed while he chases after you. He’s cackling, and he’s deranged, but you don’t care. He’s yelling, and there are moans lining his words, and he starts begging. His words derail into nothings, a fist beats against the floor and the electricity from it howls deep within your nerves. Chisaki isn’t hurt, so he easily chases after you, quicker and lighter on his feet. 

“I control your life, angel! I know everything about you! Don’t make me do something you’ll regret.” 

Chisaki’s threats aren’t empty, but you don’t care at this moment. All that matters is the fires spreading throughout your body, down to your curling toes. You push, once, twice, and you’re hobbling on two feet. The door is close, so close, you can do it—you can—

“Angel!”

“Princess!” 

The door rips from its hinges, the sheer aptitude and desperation in your muscles to escape make you a monster, and you’re out. 

Your body slips through the door, you’re free, you’re free. And you let Chisaki and Todoroki know—you scream, you scream so fucking loud. It’s one of those girly kinds of screams that makes glass explode, but you don’t care how pathetic it makes you feel. You yell into the night, bare feet zooming down your yard and into the middle of the street. You’re flinging your arms, jumping to the best of your ability, and you start crying—finally. 

Lights flicker on one by one, and you know you’re saved. You pause, standing in the middle of the street, stars and relief raining down on your face. Your body sinks, everything sinks, and you pivot around to stare into your home—into the entrance. 

Chisaki and Todoroki hover there, but they don’t follow after you. 

You’re panting. 

But cruel smiles seem to cross their eyes, warbling their visages, and ice frosts across their cheekbones. Those expressions make everything stand still, loose piano tiles that have no rhythm. The darkness seems to consume them as they carefully step back into your home, staying in the shadows. And deafening and drowning realization starts to creep into your fibers. 

Everything is warping, colors that don’t make sense, voices calling out your name, a clock ticking so so so sooo fast. They didn’t even attempt to follow you. They didn’t even attempt to chase you. They didn’t fight each other standing in the doorway. They’re not finished. They’re not done. They’re not going to stop. 

It claps throughout your whole body—Chisaki and Todoroki. 

You’re not safe. 

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The House Wife

Warrnings: smut

Authors note: Kai Chisaki has a face that you just wanna sit on

Chisaki loves having you as his cute little housewife. He buys you so many things like expensive jewelry, cute dresses, and shoes. And the most important thing is high-grade A quality cleaning supplies. Sometimes if he’s in a good mood and you finished all of your weekly chores he’ll take you out to a fancy dinner as a reward for all your hard work and good behavior. It was the rare occasion that Chisaki day off from “work”. But it was also the day you’d be the busiest due to the number of chores you had today.

So you wake up earlier than him to make him a big breakfast consisting of a well balanced meal. Chisaki woke up to the smell of coffee. After doing his morning routine he sees his precious wife wearing a swing dress fitting it on all the right places. Your neck is adorned with pearls and matching earrings. He pulls your waist your back pressed against his chest he pulls down his mask and kisses your neck. You hear the sound of the toast popping out of the toaster. You grab Chisaki’s hand and lead him to his chair and serve him his breakfast.

After the two of you finished your breakfast Chisaki tells you that he was going to read in his study for a bit while you do some chores you nod and watched your husband walk away. While Chisaki was reading you did a few chores like washed the dishes and dusted a few items around the house what you didn’t know was that Chisaki had tiny cameras installed all over the house.

That way he knows your safe and sound. He loves watching you prance around the house cleaning and how you sleep in his shirts when he’s away. Chisaki sat on his chair taking out his phone and opening the app where he can see the cameras. After flipping through them he found what he was looking for. His wife cleaning the windows her plush tits pressed against them.

Chisaki undos his belt and pulls down his zipper he takes out his member with precum dribbling on the slit. He wraps his hand around his prick his thumb rubbing the tip. His other hand fondling his heavy balls. He starts to rub up and down his length. He thinks you look so delicious with you all pressed on the glass. He starts to roughly pull on his cock while biting his lower lip. He just wants to press you more against that glass and slam right into your tiny pussy he doesn’t care if anyone sees he’s far into deep in his lustful desires.

Chisaki lets out a few breathy moans as he starts to stroke his cock faster. Until his cum splatters onto his short. After Chisaki falls from his high he cringes at the mess he made and changed his shirt and take a shower after he goes to find you. You scrub the floor instead of using a mop because the mop just won’t do but some good old fashion elbow grease will do the trick. You get on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor.

Chisaki sees you on your hands and knees ready for him. His once soft member starts to swell up again. He slowly gets behind you. He grabs your hips grinding on them. You turn back to see your husband. He starts kissing your neck. You tell Chisaki that you need to finish cleaning the floor. He starts lifting your dress seeing his favorite frilly panties. He slowly pulls them down your slick sticking to them. He rubs your plush lips as his other gloved hand gropes your tits. You start to grind on his finger. He tells you how much he’s been neglecting you and that he misses the way you feel around him. Chisaki flips you on your back he rips the buttons from your dress.

He unclips your bra squishing your tits together. He leans down to kiss you, your lipstick smearing all over as your tongues dance together. Your hand goes down to his pants you feel his hard cock. Chisaki looks at you and tells how pretty you look with your lipstick all smudged as his thumb cresses your cheek.

Chisaki pulls down his quickly undoes his belt and zipper he takes out his cock it’s standing up proudly. He pulls you on top of him. Your face looking right at his monstrous cock. He spreads your lips looking at the tiny hole. He lowers down his mask and his tongue enters your hole as his fingers grace your clit you take his cock in your mouth. He starts to move his hips upwards stuffing your mouth with his cock you quickly breathe with your nose. Chisaki pulls his head back letting out an airy moan.

He inserts two fingers inside of you. You stroke his cock vigorously sucking on his tip he holds your hips to his face as he tells you to cum together. Your juices squirt all over his face. While you try your best to drink the amount of milk he’s giving you. Chisaki slaps your ass telling you to be a good girl and to get on your hands and knees he orders you to keep cleaning the floor since you made a mess as he fucks you like the little slut that you are. He slams his hard cock inside you. You arch your back sloppily scrubbing the floor he pulls on your hair as he leans down and kisses you, your smudged lipstick on his lips.

Chisaki grabs your hips and digs his nails deeper into you. You arch your back as Chisaki feels you getting tighter around him. You try to keep scrubbing but your arms give out. Your upper half is now on the flood, as Chisaki grabs you by, the arms and you’re now chest to back with him as he starts to thrust upwards. He hits the golden spot inside of you you tell Chisaki to go harder. He jackhammers into that spot his hand slides down noticing the slight bulge in your tummy.

He keeps hitting it pressing his large hand against the bulge. You arch your back telling Chisaki that you’re going to cum. He tells you to wait for him after a few sloppy thrusts he feels you cream around him as he shoots his load inside of you. Chisaki pulls out cum dripping into the floor. He kisses you and tells you that he’ll help you finish up your chores and to clean up the mess.