#kai chisaki scenario

[lexxiie]

can we have lov trio + overhaul discovering that their s/o had been cheating on them? 🥺

When They Think You Cheated

Omg, anon, no! I'm so bad at writing break ups, so I'll change the concept a bit to them believing their s/o is cheating, but she's not.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Featuring: Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

Tomura is an insecure man. That is no secret to either of you, however, he understands how his insecurities may harm your relationship, so most of the time he voices them out so that you can both talk about them, and you always end up reassuring him.

Today, though, he cannot, for the life of him, think of a way to talk out the fact that you have a hickey on your neck. What is there to talk about? The truth that he ignored was that you accidentally burnt your neck earlier this morning while doing your hair, it would've never occured to him, especially when he was as angry as he is right now, observing your neck, a thin layer of make up attempting to cover the mark, but failing. Why would you even hide it if there was a reasonable explanation? He knew for a fact that he didn't left that on your neck.

As much as he wanted to yell at you and dispose of all his rage, truth was that he was really hurt, and so everything he managed to do was confront the reality with resignation. "Who did that?" He asked calmly, but you could hear bitterness in his voice. "What?" You asked, not very sure what he meant. He looked at you angrily now, it was very clear. "Who's the guy that you are seeing? Or do you just happen to have a different one every now and then? You know, I always thought of you as a smart girl, but it is very stupid of you to let them leave your neck like that, you could've tried harder to hide it." You finally understood what was going on... Oh god. He tried to sound as if he didn't care, cold and indifferent, but you knew how incredibly hurt he was.

You immediately got up and approached him, reaching for his face, but he moved to avoid your touch. "Tomura, look, it's a burn mark, I did it with my straightener, I swear." He looked at you through narrowed eyes, still not believing you. You rushed to your room and came back with your straightener in hand, turning it on and attempting to place it on your arm, but Tomura immediately stopped you. "Are you crazy?" The man scolded you, and you looked at him desperately. "It is a burn, I swear." You repeated. Now starting to doubt himself, Tomura then reached for your neck, caressing it softly with his thumb, rubbing a bit of the make up off. You were right. Oh no. He truly felt like a fucking asshole. The man sighed before pressing his forhead against yours. "I'm truly sorry, (Y/n). I'm so, so sorry." You were just relieved it all ended. He spent the rest of the evening tending to your wound, scolding you for putting make up on when it was still so fresh and kissing your cheeks in hopes you would forgive him. Never again will he act like that, that's for sure.

TOUYA TODOROKI | DABI

Touya sits silently on the edge of the bed as he observes the hotel recipt he found under the bed. It dates a week back, when you were supposed to go on a work trip at a completely different city than the one this hotel was at. Now, he can be very confident some days, and very insecure some other days. This is one of the latter days, evidently. In moments like this, thousands of thoughts run through his mind. Why? Is it because of the scars? But you said you didn't care. Did you lie? Of course you did, who would actually choose him over anyone else? He feels stupid, and so heartbroken. He loves you. He really does, and now all of this hurt has turned into uncontrolable anger.

He stands up and walks to the kitchen, where you turn around to smile at him as soon as you hear him coming, only to be greeted by his beautiful blue eyes contorted in pure rage. He must be a very scary adversary to his enemies. "What the fuck is this, (Y/n)?!" He asks while holding the recipt in his hand, speaking those words through gritted teeth, as if his jaw was frozen because of how angry he is.

"Wait, Touya, is not what it looks lik-" The villain slammed his fist on the kitchen island, flames emanating from it. "It's not?! Really, (Y/n)? Do you really think i'm this fucking stupid?” He is now yelling, very loudly. He starts getting closer to you, and you start walking backwards, trembling. He then takes one more step forward and you raise your arms as if you wanted to protect yourself. Now Touya is the one walking backwards. He would never hurt you, but as he took a step back, he realized that it really looked like it. Did you think that he was gonna incinerate you? Did you think he was about to hit you? The look on your eyes was too familiar, he had seen it in his mother's eyes way too many times. He sighed deeply as he burried his face in his hands. It seemed like he wanted to wake up from a nightmare, and then, as seconds went by and he wasn't lifting his head, you realized he might have started to cry, though he would never let you see him.

"That day-" you started speaking after several minutes, "I decided to stay at a different city because I heard about it being quiet and pretty. I thought maybe I could rent an apartment there, so you wouldn't be at risk. There isn't many people, it is indeed quiet, no one would recognize you, so I looked at a few places. There isn't anyone else I'm seeing, just apartments." Touya finally lifted his head from his hands, and you could see the relief in his eyes, but also a lot of guilt. A lot of it. He got closer, kneeling before you, pressing his forehead to your body, his hands clenching the coat that covered the sides of your frame. This was him apologizing. You caressed his hair softly, everything would be okay.

KAI CHISAKI | OVERHAUL

He trusts you, he really does, but what is he supposed to believe when you tell him that you are going to the grocery store and you lie. He went there to help you in case you had bought too many stuff since it was taking you a while, but you were nowhere to be found. Minutes later, you come home, smelling like men's cologne that clearly wasn't his own.

God, this can't be happening, he thinks to himself. You walk to him, hoping to get a kiss from the yakuza, but instead you are greeted with a cold stare, his lips don't move when you place yours over them. "Where were you?" He asks visibly angry. "At the grocery store." You answered showing him the two bags on your hands. "All of these hours just for that? You really don't want to piss me off, (Y/n). Not more than you already did." Now his tone sounds like a threat, and you get defensive. "What is that supposed to mean?" You ask him. You have always hated whenever he would talk to you like you were one of his men, and he knew that. "Where did you actually go?" Unbelievable. You still didn't quite understand where he was trying to get, but you did know that you didn't like the way he was interrogating you. "Did you go out to meet with someone?" He asked, this time, impatience ruled over his voice. Okay, so he thinks you are cheating. great.

Leting out a heavy sigh, you dropped your bags on the floor and approached the hurting man before you. Much to your surprise, he allowed you to take his face in your hands. "I went out to get you a new cologne, I noticed you ran out of the last one I gave you. I wanted it to be a surprise, but it is in the car, in case you wish to have it now."

God, did he feel like an idiot right now... You could tell that he was beating himself up mentally. The worst part of it was that he felt truly relieved that you hadn't fallen out of love with him yet. Despise him attempting to seem indifferent earlier, he felt like his whole world was crumbling down before him. Kai then took your hands in his, kissing them softly. "I'm truly very sorry, darling." He said sincerly. "It's okay, I should've made up a better excuse anyway." You replied smiling gently. He couldn't help but smile back, still embarrassed with himself. He compensated you treating you to dinner that night. Kai saw himself realizing how strong he felt about you. The sole idea of you leaving made him feel vulnerable and terrified for the very first time in a while. He was going to need to learn how to trust you more if he didn't want to lose you.

KEIGO TAKAMI | HAWKS

The pro hero had a lot of work all of the time. He would get home late very often, many times closer to sunrise than midnight. Of course, it was only logical for you to be asleep at those hours, which was always the case. Except for last week.

He had gotten home very late, but still earlier than usual, expecting to find his lover on his bed, hoping he could hold on to you for a couple of hours before he had to get to work once again, but you weren't there. Naturally, he freaked out, but just as he was about to go looking for you everywhere, the main door flew open. He hid on the bathroom, in case it was someone else, but all he saw was you getting on the bed and falling asleep almost instantly.

He let that incident go. He gave you the benefit of the doubt, he gave you his trust. This despite the uneasy feeling in his chest, however, today, you weren't on the bed either. Now the doubt felt very real. What on earth could you be doing at 4 am? He waited a couple of minutes, until you finally got home. The hero was trying his very best not to break down when he saw you. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this hurt. "That other bed must be really comfortable." He accused, startling you as you obviously weren't expecting to see him yet. "What?" you asked, a bit disoriented. "You heard me." Keigo then stood up from the couch, walking towards you. "How long have you been sneaking out for, huh? Cause this is the second time I witness this already" You realized how this looked immediately. Oops.

"Listen, Keigo, I'm not sleeping with anyone else. In fact, I'm not sleeping at all." The man looked at you confused now, all of the anger he previously showed you slowly disappearing. "I have been having trouble sleeping, so i go out and take walks in hopes i'll get tired, I'm sorry I worried you, yes?" You assured your lover as you took his hands in yours, offering him a tired smile. "But why? You used to sleep well before..." All of his previous worries seemed to be forgotten as soon as he realized how tired you looked, his hands roaming your face, as if they would figure out what had changed. "Yes, that was before you would leave all night, I guess I'm a bit more anxious now." You confessed. He felt very bad for adding to your already bad night with his insecurities. Soon after, though, Keigo managed to change his schedule, making sure to spend every night holding you, and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss you too. As for that particular night, he prepared you a tea and talked about his day until he made sure you had fallen asleep.

MASTERLIST

[povertygoblin]

OVERKILL

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE OVERHAUL HEADCANONS

He'd be attracted to people who don't have that 'sick disease' also known as a quirk. He'd want someone who's pure and clean and the minute he sees you and your quirkless form, he thinks you're an innocent naive helpless little darling that he NEEDS to protect since the pro heroes suck at doing their job

The idea of him keeping you locked away and isolating you from the rest of the world so you can rely ONLY on him for everything is really tempting and appealing to him (Sadistic prick)

If you had a really strong and useful quirk, he'd still be attracted to you though. Just, he'll make sure to get rid of it and rob you of it by stealing it so he won't have to see you 'suffer'. And THEN, he might lock you up and leave you in isolation 

If you're someone he decided to protect from everyone else, oh man... I PRAY for ya. He'll try befriending you and worming his way into you life and pretty soon, he'll ask you to come live with him. You agree but when you start rebelling against him, you'll be restricted from using your favorite things and lose your freedom

He thinks that he'd doing everything for the sake of your 'best interests' and to be honest, he knows more about you than anyone, even YOURSELF, considering the amount of time he spent stalking you and asking his men to keep an eye on you. He's like a doctor, but a really creepy and short tempered one. He'll give you regular checkups so expect constant fussing by him over you since he thinks proper health, nutrition and hygiene are a TOP priority 

If you're behaving well, you'll get all sorts of things you want but you'll have to EARN them by gaining his trust and behave good around him since there's only so much fun one can have when they sit and stare at a wall for 24 hours everyday 

The WORST thing this sicko might do is try convincing you in his sick and twisted way that he's NOT treating you bad. And after a while, you'll fall into his trap and web of lies and you'll start believing him and start feeling guilty if you misbehave around him. Damn does this dude know how to pull out an UNO Manipulation card 

Punishments are simple if you try escaping or behaving badly. If you yell and scream at him and throw insults at him, he'll just ban you from using your favorite things and it'll be a really LOOONNGGG time after you get them back. You won't be getting them back till you apologize and admit that you were in the wrong. If you manage to hit him or kick him, you'll be denied of his attention for a while even after you cry out an apology

He isn't going to punish you physically but his punishments can take a really HUGE toll on your mental health and state of mind and so.... like I said, for the sake of your sanity just don't argue with Bird Face and agree to everything he says 

If you manage to attack him with a weapon (One, HOW TF did you manage to do THAT!? And 2, that's actually way cool Hehehe.... okay, I sound like an evil twin of Sangwoo,imma stop nowTvT) , you'll be isolated in a room with white walls and he'll only come by to give you your meals and THAT'S IT. No screen time, no favorite things, nothing. He'll isolate you till you're practically BEGGING him for forgiveness 

This dude ain't a Romeo so don't expect him to be all lovey-dovey with you. But occasionally when he feels like it, he might hold you and hug you from time to time and say how glad he is to have found you, his little pure angel to care for and protect. Who KNOWS what would have happened to you by now if you didn't come under his care?

He'll let you roam around the backyard ONLY (Not without you having at least a dozen of heavily armed bodyguards keeping a close eye on you) and if you still complain, he's gonna make sure you're grateful for letting you at least step out of the house 

He'll let you look after Eri and Eri just ADORES you. She sees you as a parental figure and I won't be surprised if she develops platonic yandere tendencies and feelings towards you. She'll be sad and pouting when you won't focus your attention and honestly, WHO can resist her CUTE adorable little face? I sure as heck can't....

So... Mr Bird Mask is really SCARY yandere who can haunt you in your dreams and become your WORST nightmare unless you abide by his rules and laws. And THAT children, is today's moral of the story UvU

"Angel.... I'm doing this for YOU now it's time for your daily checkup. Don't be a brat, I only want what's best for you~"

[heroes-among-us-all]

INFATUATION - Yandere!Chisaki Kai x Quirkless!Reader 

Sickness was inescapable. No matter where Chisaki looked, it was there. Thanks to the disgusting malady known as Quirks, the whole world was practically teeming with it. 

I shouldn’t be here. 

Chisaki scrunched up his nose as he waited in line, putting as much distance possible between himself and the other customers. He had a splitting headache and was in desperate need of coffee, but it was starting to feel like it wasn’t worth it. If only he’d been closer to home, then he wouldn’t have even thought to expose himself to all this chatter and filth. 

Thankfully, the mask he wore was enough to intimidate most of the other customers, and they were wary of giving him his space. He’d also been glaring at them with visible murderous intent, which probably helped. 

He eventually made it to the front counter, where a young woman with a pretty smile greeted him. 

“Hello,” you beamed. “What can I get for you today?” 

You were beautiful, no question about it, but that alone wasn’t enough to break through Chisaki’s mysophobia. The thought of being touched by anyone other than Pops made him shudder in revulsion. Every person he met was sick. Just because you were rather easy on the eyes didn’t make that any less true. 

“A small coffee,” Chisaki muttered. “Make it black. I don’t care for sugary things.” 

You nodded happily. “Sure thing. And what name can I put down for your order?” 

For a moment, he considered giving you the alias he’d taken on since becoming the leader of the Shie Hassaikai —Overhaul—but he supposed using his villain name so carelessly might arouse some suspicion.

“Just Chisaki is fine.” 

It was a name he’d discarded of for the most part, and when he uttered the syllables, he couldn’t help but feel they sounded a bit foreign. 

Perhaps he had made the right choice though, because your pleasant smile grew even wider after the fact. 

“That’s a lovely name,” you complimented, then rung the order in and accepted his payment. “It’ll be ready soon. Thank you!” 

Chisaki couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you, which is why is was such a shame. A shame that you were just as diseased as everyone else. 

Or so he’d thought. 

“Damn, [Name], you’re still working here?” an arrogant voice chuckled cruelly. “I thought they would’ve fired your Quirkless ass by now.” 

Quirkless...? 

Chisaki felt his brows lift. Instinctively, he turned back towards the counter and found that a group of people appeared to be heckling you—if your bitter expression was any indication. 

Your beautiful smile was nowhere to be found. “Can I please take your order?” you frowned. “There are other customers still waiting.” 

Needless to say, the people bullying you didn’t relent, not for a single moment. They made a big show of uttering all sorts of vile insults, and Chisaki could see the way your shoulders were trembling as you desperately tried to retain your composure. 

They’re a bunch of idiots. She’s the normal one, not them. I can’t believe they would take pride in being diseased. 

Chisaki felt as if he’d just found a goldmine. He’d finally met someone who struck his fancy, and not only that, but you were Quirkless. You were free of the malady that plagued the vast majority of the population. 

He would be an idiot not to act.

“You’re making a fool of yourselves,” he sneered, stepping closer to them. He normally hated to get near anyone, but in the interest of intimidating these assholes, he supposed he had no choice. “I suggest you walk away before you embarrass yourselves any further. You’re holding up the line and getting on everyone’s nerves. Disease-ridden scum.” 

“Huh?” the ringleader of the crew scoffed. “What’s your deal, douchebag? We can say whatever the hell we want. It’s a free country.” 

As much as Chisaki hated Quirks, his Quirk was entirely necessary if he wanted to purge this world and rid it of its filth. If he so desired, he could kill these morons on the spot, but that would hardly be a smart move. Besides, he didn’t want to risk scaring you off. 

He was still going to kill them, though. Just not right now. 

As it turned out, they were the type to talk a big game, but didn’t have the guts to follow through with their words. All it took was one violent glare from Chisaki’s golden eyes, and they seemed to buckle under the pressure. 

“Leave,” he demanded. “Get the hell out of here before I make you regret it.” 

They exchanged nervous glances before letting out a series of huffs and storming out of the store. What a bunch of cowards. He could have killed them all with his eyes closed. 

Once they were gone, he turned back towards you. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. “It sounded like they knew you. Does this sort of thing happen regularly?” 

You strained a smile. “Just some people I used to go to school with. It’s okay. I know they’re just trying to get a rise out of me. But thank you for speaking up. That was really nice of you. Oh, and... your order’s ready, by the way.” 

You slid the coffee over to him, and Chisaki wasn’t exactly sure what possessed him, but he went out of his way to ensure that his gloved fingers brushed against yours as he grabbed the cup. You didn’t have a Quirk, after all, which meant that you weren’t sick like the others. 

Even though I touched her, I don’t have any hives. 

You couldn’t see it because of his mask, but Chisaki was smiling. His spur-of-the-moment decision to come here had really paid off. 

“I realize you’re working right now, but would you be willing to give me your number?” he asked. “I find you to be incredibly beautiful, and the fact that you’re Quirkless doesn’t bother me. In fact, I prefer it that way.” 

Red hues burst across your cheeks, and you timidly bowed your head. “Oh, um... thank you,” you said with a shy smile. “I’m very flattered that you think so. I’m pretty sure I’m not really supposed to give out my number while I’m at work, but my shift is close to being over. If you’d like, maybe we could talk for a little while once I’m done?” 

Chisaki nodded, feeling his chest swell with excitement. “Yes, that would be perfect, thank you. I’m more than happy to wait.” 

True to your word, it didn’t take much longer for your shift to finish. You ended up taking a walk together outside, and Chisaki was so fixated on you that he hardly took any sips of his coffee, which was surely getting cold. He could tell that you were very friendly and open-minded, considering the fact that you’d so readily given him a chance. Perhaps you appreciated that he’d stood up for you. The thought of you being grateful and indebted to him thrilled Chisaki more than he could even put into words. 

“This was really nice, but I should probably head home soon,” you admitted. “I need to get some studying done. I have exams coming up soon. But I had a lot of fun! You’re such a nice person, Chisaki. I’m a bit curious, though. Why do you say you’d prefer for someone to be Quirkless?” 

“Quirks are a disease,” Chisaki immediately replied. “They are a mutation. Humans didn’t used to possess such powers in the past. What happened to the human species was a massive and detrimental genetic shift. Our bodies are no longer the way they once used to be, natural and unblemished. Quirks are a plague upon humanity.”

“I suppose they are a mutation, but...” You paused, then gave him a puzzled look. “It’s strange. Most people go crazy over Quirks, especially since it’s allowed for so many heroes to surface. To be honest, I’m used to being harassed over the fact that I don’t have a Quirk. It’s my first time meeting someone with a mindset like yours, and I have to admit, it’s really refreshing. You don’t look down on me, and... it means more than I can express.” 

She already considers me to be special.

The way you gazed at him with pure adoration in your eyes... Chisaki decided right then and there that he had to make you his. 

The first thing he did after you gave him your contact information was to look up anything and everything he could possibly find out about you. He had some of his underlings do some digging on their own end. You let a few details slip while you texted back and forth with him—the name of the university you attended, for instance—and slowly but surely, he was able to piece together the various aspects of your life. 

Even though you’d only just met, Chisaki was already infatuated with you. He had never had a such a strong desire to claim someone. He’d never yearned to be touched before, but ever since he’d met you, all he could think of was roaming his hands over every inch of your body, and letting you do the very same to him. 

His morality had long since gone out the window ever since he began experimenting on Eri to develop the anti-Quirk bullets, so he didn’t even bat an eye when he started stalking you all the way back to your apartment. 

The more you talked, and the more research he did on his own time, the more he learned about you—and good lord, every part of you really was perfect. He could hardly stand this anymore. You’d only just recently become acquaintances, and your relationship surely wasn’t developed enough for you to see him in a romantic light, but Chisaki was tired of waiting. He’d already waited his entire adult life to find someone he was interested in. Enough was enough. 

That evening, he broke into your apartment, and you found yourself pinned to the floor by him. 

“C-Chisaki?” you stammered nervously. Your eyes were wide and trembling as you gazed up at him. “What’s happening? How... how did you get in? I don’t even think I told you where I lived...”  

Instead of gracing you with a response, Chisaki did the thing he’d been yearning to do ever since you’d first met.

He removed his gloves and allowed his bare fingers to sink into your soft flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned. His lower half was throbbing with arousal; it already felt like he was about to burst. “You’re perfect, [Name]. Just perfect. All for me.” 

He ran his fingers across every curve of your body, and by now you were already kicking and screaming, begging for him to release you. Tears blurred your vision. You couldn’t seem to understand why he was acting so differently all of a sudden, but you didn’t realize that this was nothing out of the ordinary. These were his true feelings for you, and he was a far more deranged man than you could have possibly known.

Chisaki gripped your wrists with one hand to hold you in place, then used his other hand to remove his mask. You were finally able to see his face in full for the first time. He’d always known he was objectively handsome, so he supposed you must have been quite thrilled with this turn-out. 

But you only cried harder. 

“Chisaki, please,” you sobbed. “I-I’m really scared. I don’t understand why you’re doing this. I liked you. We were getting to know each other... weren’t we? I promise I won’t cut you out of my life as long as you stop this right now.” 

She’s so adorable.

Chisaki couldn’t help but crack a little grin. You were gorgeous when you smiled, but the sight of your pretty face drenched in tears wasn’t half-bad either. He understood why you were a bit surprised, but you would come to terms with things quickly enough. You were interested in him too. That much was obvious. All he was doing was accelerating the process a bit, that’s all. 

“You’re exactly the kind of person I’ve been waiting for,” he breathed, cradling your cheek with one hand. He let the weight of his body keep you pressed to the ground, and you squeezed your eyes shut when his face drew closer to yours. “We’re going to be very happy together,” he insisted. “Now that I have you, everything is falling into place. The Shie Hassaikai will rise to its former glory again, and I’ll have the perfect bride through it all.” 

Chisaki paused for just a moment, reveling in how utterly helpless you were, then smashed his lips against yours. It was his first kiss, and he was sharing it with the most perfect person. Your lips were so soft and inviting. The way they trembled furiously as your tears fell just turned him on even more. 

He groaned into your mouth, plunging his tongue down your throat and forcing you to accept his twisted love. You choked from how forceful he was being. In between your whimpers and uncontrollable shaking, you didn’t have the strength or lucidity to put up a proper fight. 

Chisaki eventually broke away from the sloppy kiss, strings of saliva rolling down his chin as he gasped for breath. For a man deprived of touch for so long, it was almost too much stimulation for him to bear. 

“Perfect,” he mumbled again. “You’re so perfect, [Name]. I won’t let you get away. You’ll see that we’re meant to be together.” 

He grabbed your hand, which was limp and barely able to hold itself up, then pressed your palm down against his boner.

“Now, then,” he said, licking his lips. “How about we make each other feel really good?”

[msuchiha]

YANDERE ANIME CHARACTERS X Female!READER!

Auther note - my simp ass just had this thought of making a yandere headcanons hehe!(^～^;)ゞ

Warning:- Dark themes, Mention of abuse, Female Reader , Random anime characters!

Kisuke Urahara :-

• You two met when you and Rukia went to get Rukia's order.

• Since you and Rukia gave your power to Ichigo it makes easier for him to kidnap you.

• He usually calls you ‘Doll’ and ‘Baby girl’.

• He manages to convince you that he just wants the best for you.

• You eventually warmed up to him and started loving him back.

• He usually watches Disney movies with you, your favourite one is the lion king.

• He doesn't lock you up in room, but stalks you when he's even a little suspicious.

• When someone tries to flirt with you they ‘Mysteriously’ disappear next day.

Hisoka Morow:-

• I feel like hisoka would be a possesive and obsessive yandere.

• Also, i don't think he would hit his darling unless he just snapped or got too mad at her escape attempts.

• If he has you locked up, no one could ever save you even gon or killua can't save you.

• You'd have to eventually accept your fate.

• Once you accept his love, he would let you have some more freedom but will never let you out by yourself.

Kakashi Hatake:-

• Kakashi is a possesive yandere.

• Even after being so possesive, he would NEVER EVER hit his darling.

• Because he has lost so many people's in his life, he would do almost anything or everything to protect you.

• He'd definitely keep you locked up in your house because liks he said “It's for your own good” (ofcourse you're hokage's darling)

• He will never force his love on you (he's a sweet yandere afterall).

• You'll eventually fall in love with his sweetness.

Kai Chisaki (Overhoul):-

• Super possesive (You already know lol).

• He may even hit his S/o if she try to escape. She tried to climp the window? Well, she better run!

• She and Eri would also get close, like mother and daughter.

• When the hero's went to save Eri, they'd tried to save you as well.

• During the battle vs hero's, he'd try to save you more than he'd try to save Eri.

• During his stay in the tartus he'd only think about you and only you.

• If he escapes, you better run because he will do anything to find you.

Light Yagami (Kira):-

• He'd kidnap you after a week or two of knowing you.

• He'd do anything he can to make sure L and Misa don't find out who you are.

• When you first saw him, you thought there is no way in hell that he's kira, but after knowing him better you realised that he was the mastermind behind all the murders.

• He'll be most possesive of them all, trust me!

• He keeps you on his basement and checks on you every day.

• He says he is only doing it to keep you safe.

• He whispers words like “I love you Y/n” Or “You'll soon fall for me too”. (Well, he isn't wrong, is he?)

[thotsforvillainrights]

(I felt like i mightve been out of the house today and not able to write as much as i wanted so thats why I had this put away in drafts flr this very occasion!)

~Blanket Hog~

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"Move over there and give me some damn space." He grumbles as he scurries pathetically to the other side of the bed. About 20 minutes ago you were just right by him, soaking up his warmth. Now he's once again distancing himself (as he's done a lot of for the past week). It didn't bother you. The reasoning being that he tended to switch up on you for weeks at a time. He was like a cat, changing it's sleeping conditions constantly. Right now he wasn't a fan of sharing the bed nor the blankets with you. However, you weren't above bringing it up to tease him. "Oh so you're gonna leave me all by myself in the freezing cold elements of this icebox you call a room then?" You point down at your exposed legs. He scoffs and turns so his back is facing you as he gets more comfortable beneath the thick blanket. "Oh please, it's only 69 in here. Besides, it's not like you aren't guilty. I'm simply returning the favor. He pulls the blanket over himself even more so. Unbeknownst to you, he was in a small teasing mood as well. His previous early morning grumpiness long since gone when he catches a glimpse of your face before he turned over. You smirk and grip at the blanket before you begin to pull. Unfortunately it's clear you weren't strong enough to get little more than half an inch of blanket back over your icy legs. You sigh loudly and just barely catch his small chuckle.

"Oh I see what this is then." You smile to yourself before slipping quietly out of bed. He noticed your weight is gone so he rools back over to see where you went. The bedroom door is still closed. How is it possible you'd left so easily undetected? He sits up and examines the door when he suddenly feels you shove him over and get into bed right where he was laying. "Y/N!" He glares and you quickly cover your face with the blanket, laughing at him while crossed his arms. He can't help the small smile etching across his face. "Is that how it's going to be then?"

"You started it." You reply, moving the blanket only slightly down so you can look at him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes. He shakes his head and shrugs. "Very well then." He smirks before reaching down and overhauling the blanket. Your shocked expression was finally enough to draw a genuine laugh out of him. "What the hell, bring it back Kai! It's freezing!" You complain while pushing him slightly. He doesn't seem to budge for you, despite the weakness brought on from the laughter. "I'll make a deal with you then. I'll bring it back if you agree to stop hogging the blankets every night." He smiles at you and you roll your eyes. "Fine, but on one condition." You reply while inching your way closer to him. He raised a singular eyebrow in response. "Only if you hold me closer?" You attempted to use your begging look on him but he only scoffs, reaching up to flick your nose playfully.

"Only for a few nights but after that, I need my space." He opens his arms and you eagerly slide into them. Both of you have long since ignored the actual time on the bedside clock signaling it was time to wake up and face the day. You were busy sleeping in and enjoying the small moments between each other.

And for a while he'd considered changing his sleeping preference once more. After all, how could he possibly resist more time wrapped up with his lover? Impossible, regardless of them being a blanket hog.

[number1villainstan]

Shigaraki: i don't care if you're yakuza, you should respect big sis magne's gender! Chisaki, drunk: gender is a scam meant to sell bathrooms and baby clothes. leave me alone

[90s-belladonna]

Wannabe Sugar Daddy🍡

part 4 - tsundere headass

~ A/N: please excuse the typos 💀 but i think either next part of the one after that will be written (i won’t make it long i promise!) ~

☆ WSD Master List

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[krbkss]

chisaki apologizing to eri and he just got proshetic arms and is still getting used to it so when eri wants to shake hands as a first step he feels awkward and says “sorry, i bet it’s not very pleasant to the touch. they’re cold” and eri just smiles big and goes “don’t worry. they become warm when other people touch them” and that single handedly changes chisaki’s perspective on physical touch

[writermask-0807-backupblog]

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. 

[isabeauwolf]

I would have gladly done the same and saved a cute picture as well while I was at it. XD

“Iron grip” Overhaul / Chisaki Kai x reader

Ah morning… What could even be more beautiful than waking up so fucking early in the morning? Fucking hell you wish you were one of the type of person who can sleep more than eight hours a day for fuck’s sake.

You could only stare at the alarm; which you might or not broke it with one punch when you went to turn it off; blankly, today wasn’t going to have anything interesting so why? Oh why you couldn’t just go back to sleep? You hoped that if that alarm had a soul, burned in all flames of hell for disturbing your peace.

Okay, maybe you were a little grumpy, just a little… You thought for a second and decided to leave the comfort of your sheets to make breakfast, not only for you but to someone which work apparently haven’t been gentle on him (poor Eri). Maybe this was going to clear your day and you got a bonus to at least see that tiny little cute smile that Chisaki does sometimes, you were a lucky bastard to see that, Chrono even told you once he was jeaulous.

But alas, when you tried to make a effort to exit the bed, you couldn’t move a muscle, not even seconds later you notice a certain grip on your waist and legs, which you couldn’t see thanks to the amounst of blankets that Kai insisted on having, even if most of the time he didn’t even sleep on the same bed as yours, spoiled brat…

You made another effort to exit your beloved bed, before you started panicking due to the fact that grip now has tighten and you were at lost of movements. What were you suppose to do? Kai was or in one of his offices or even working right now! How could you get any help?

Before you could have a panick attack, you took a deep breath and slowly pushed the blankets to see what the hell was this iron grip on your body. You manage through the darkness see that what was holding you so tight was… A pair of arms? And a leg over yours? Okay, now you could panick?

You turn your head slightly just to be met with sleeping beauty Overhaul, the young yakuza leader, the man who hated even the concept of touch, sleeping without his mask on, face almost buried in your hair and with a iron grip on you.

“Am I dead and went to paradise?” You thought.

You stared at this glorius moment doing your best to not explode in a serious of giggles.

You wanted to stay like this, watching his beautiful face at rest for longer, but your stomach couldn’t disagree with you more after the tiny growl that escape.

“Okay, okay I will go…” you said pouting, were you really arguing with your body?

For the third time you tried to exit his embrace but this time, not only did the grip tighten but Chisaki nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck with a whine… A whine. Oh how you wish you were recording his cuteness… Wait.

You looked at the nightstand which not only was your poor alarm but your cellphone as well.

“Perfect.”

—————————————————

“Hey~? Sweetheart~?” you half singed called at Chisaki who was wide awake reading some papers on the couch.

He responded you by giving his monotonous face and arquing and lifting up one of his eyebrows… What was up with you today? Were you sick? You were like this ever since he woke up.

“Do you want a hug?” you said getting closer to him.

He was caught out of guard, he looked at you with wide eyes before scoffing and driving his attention on his papers again.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than disturbing me with this nonsense? Besides you already know how I feel about this.”

“It didn’t seemed like you dislike touch at all after this morning.” you said while almost exploding at laughing when you saw Chisaki tense up a bit.

“What the hell you’re talking about (Y/N)?” even being caught he tried to hide it… How cute.

You picked your cellphone and oppened just on a video where you could catch him whining again because you “tried to let go of his embrace”. Chisaki visibly turned pale as one of his golden eyes twitched.

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” you said before Chisaki rudely snapped your cellphone and just broke it with a firm grip. Geez rude.

“Hey! What was that even for?!” you picked the crashed phone in your hands.

“I will buy you another one, don’t throw a tantrum. If you ever comment about this with anyone I wi-”

“Kai why on hell would I tell anyone about that? This was a intimate moment between us. Just like are things that you dont tell the others about me I don’t tell the others anything about you… Didn’t have to destroy my phone for that.” you looked at him with sincerity in your eyes which made Kai relax and even re-think his action…

Just as you were about to leave Chisaki called out to you.

“You… Took a shower in the morning?” he asked looking at the ground.

“Uh… Yes, why?” germophobic bastard.

“I will… Accept that… Offer.” the last past he said with a tilt of link in his cheeks and gritted teeth.

You smiled at him, this was his way of apologizing so could you really say no? You slowly envelop him in your arms, he tensed up at the start but slowly his muscles relaxed and wrapped his arms around you with a satisfied sigh… Awkwardly, but still warm.

“Oh just for you now I saved that video on the cloud so breaking my phone wasn’t really worth it.”

His iron grip returned.

Run for your life (Y/N)

[lexxiie]

WHEN THEIR PARTNER LOVES TO DANCE

Fandom: My hero academia Featuring: shigaraki, hawks, dabi, overhaul x fem reader

SHIGARAKI

He knows you love to dance ever since he met you, but, as you may imagine, that's not really his field of expertise. When you go to events where dancing is common, you usually stay sat. You do it because you want to, and you don't wish to leave him alone, still, he feels bad about it.

A week ago, he asked you to teach him. He said he'd like to dance at least a bit with you when necessary, which obviously had you jumping with joy.

That's what led you here. A week later, on your living room, attempting to learn the basics. This had been the funniest experience for the both of you, at this point you didn't even care if he learned or not, the dancing lessons where enough of a reward.

You laughed loud as he stumped on your foot for the third time, and he pretended to be angry. "Stop!" You yelled while pushing him away from you, however, his feet got caught with the rug and he fell over you. Both of your bodies hit the floor shortly after and minutes went by before you could stop laughing. "I'm done, I don't want to do this anymore." He said, now annoyed, but you could tell he was just embarrassed. "Does that mean you don't like practicing with me?" You asked, making the saddest face you could. He couldn't resist it. "I do! I like it, It's just that I'm really bad at this and-" You cut his desperate babbling off with a kiss. Needless to say, the dancing sessions went on for longer.

HAWKS

Oh Hawks loves dancing as well, and he's fairly decent at it, too. He actually first met you at a party to commemorate heroes. You were there because of a friend and he was one of the stars of the event.

He was talking to a couple of his friends when all of a sudden, he stopped listening to everything they were saying when the most beautiful person he'd ever seen crossed his eyes. You were dancing with your friend and you looked absolutely gorgeous, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so attracted to someone, but here you were.

He had to approach you, and he did. He introduced himself (which wasn't needed) "I saw you from afar, and I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't ask you to dance at least one song with me." He said this as he offered you his hand, however, you looked back at your friend who hadn't come here with anyone else. "Thank you, but I'm good here," you responded with a kind smile, but before the hero could say anything else, your friend kicked you subtly, but hard. "Ouch!" You exclaimed as you turned to her, her face begging you to go with him. "Fine, one song won't make any harm." You told the hero. His face lightened with pure joy, and you definitely did not dance just one song. If he wasn't in love with you before, he totally was by the time the party was over.

Taking this precedent into account, dancing with you brings him great memories, so he loves it as much as you do.

DABI

He's not a dancer. It's not that he's terrible at it, he can surprisingly fend for himself on that field, though he isn't great either. The thing here is that he feels a bit ridiculous when he dances, at least not in public. Unless he's having a big melodramatic moment.

In private, however... He's the kind of man who whines about everything, but he's never ever complained when you approach him to dance in the comfort of your home. He actually likes it that way, he loves having you in his arms, and he enjoys doing anything that you love. Even if he pretends he doesn't.

And he loves to pretend that he's annoyed when you dance, as you do it quite often. Just like now. Dancing all over the kitchen with a bowl full of pancakes batter on your hands. "You'll drop that." He says as he rolls his eyes at you. "Of course not! I know what I'm doing!" You respond with a big smile on your face. "Come on, don't be such a killjoy, you should join me." He looks at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever, which only encourages you to put the bowl down and force your boyfriend to dance with you. He shows resistance at first, but you win him over quite quickly. The frown he had at first, now replaced by a subtle smile. It's just so hard to say no to you.

OVERHAUL

I mean... Define dancer. He isn't great at a club, but he sure is a good dancing partner at a wedding. Slow dancing is more his thing.

He doesn't love it, but he doesn't hate it either. He feels indifferent towards dancing overall, but he does not feel indifferent towards you at all. He'll comply with whatever makes you happy.

Kai had a very busy week. Your birthday was coming and he really wanted to throw you a nice party for your closest friends to attend, the thing is, he struggles a bit to keep it simple, so what was meant to be a tiny reunion, turned into a somewhat big event. He just felt like you deserve everything he can give you.

It had been a lot of work, but he was more than happy to do it. Especially now that he had you in his arms, with a beautiful dress, and the dancing floor under your feet. "Thank you so much, Kai." You say to him before laying a kiss on his lips. "Happy birthday, love. Anything for you." He responds, as he pulls away and places a strand of hair behind your ear. He would've never imagined himself doing this for anyone else, he thinks as he turns you around. He must really love you, right?

MASTERLIST

[dashitsxx]

if only | various male characters x fem!reader | mha

summary. Maybe leaving him wasn't the best decision to ever do.

genre. dark. explicit smut. nsfw. 18+

word count. 1.7k

characters. aizawa shota (eraserhead). chisaki kai (overhaul). takami keigo (hawks). todoroki touya (dabi).

warnings. dubcon/noncon. all in an established relationship. quirk au. vulgar language. cunnilingus (aizawa). rough fuck. penis in vagina sex. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. creampies. stomach bulge (dabi). manhandling. forcing. evident male dominance. yandere themes. possessive. obsession. mentions of killing (dabi). selfish behaviour. egoistic behaviour. indicated the use of quirk. breeding kink (dabi). praising (dabi).

disclaimer. Please note that this work is entirely fictional. It is not intended to condone, glorify, or encourage any form of violence, illegal activity, or harmful behaviour. All characters (credits to the manga artists), scenarios, and events are products of the author's imagination and/or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or real events is purely coincidental. The purpose of this work is to entertain and provoke thought, not to promote harmful behaviour.

notes. finally done with this! been itching to post this as quick as possible. i definitely didn't like how i wrote them but enjoy sluts, tried to make it spine-shivering as much as possible! reposting 'cause i found out that tumblr didn't kind of added it into the no. of my posts?? idk why

shota aizawa (eraserhead) — If only you weren't clumsy enough.

Oh love. That was the biggest mistake you have ever made to him. Do you think that you could easily slip away from his sight? Oh my. How dumb of you. You may have a strong quirk but it doesn't surpass his level... and he'll make sure to let it stay that way.

A trembling shaking rattled on the bedframe as you arched your back from the pleasuring sensation. Pants and moans vibrate against the wall of the room. No matter how much you want to try to push the head away from your cunt, your hands prevented you from doing so as it is tightly tied by his binding cloth, whereas with each forceful pull you create, it suddenly stiffens its fabric.

You moan loudly as you squirm under his touch. "Stop moving," he ordered in a vicious tone. Then, a warm wet long stripe was placed on your cunt, making you hold your breath. A strangled moan left your lips as you attempted to break the cloth that was chaining you.

"I-I can't—ah! No, n-ngh! Ah! no, s-stop. Aizawa!" you exclaimed, panting in the process.

"I said stop squirming." he painfully held your hips in place as he halted his motion. Your eyes slide down to him as you find him with a raging fire, "You wouldn't been in this position if only you had been obedient to me."

Then he slowly rises from his position as he continue to glower down at you, "You know you can't escape from me, love."

You heard a rapid swish of fabric as you found your legs bound up in a lewd position, wide open for him. "N-not like this! A-Aiza—" A painful feeling slapped your pussy which made your back arch. "Shut up."

A sinful smirk slowly formed on his lips. Who would have thought that his fantasies would come true? He was thankful that you attempted to escape, but it still does infuriate if you wanted to leave him. He didn't like that idea, nor would he let it happen. Maybe... it is time to mark you.

Then, he quietly placed his hands on the middle of his pants before unzipping it. A look of fear and shock was evident on your face as you knew what it meant

"Aizawa! No, no, no!" you attempt to back away from the raging man, but he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to him to let you feel his hardened cock with your bare vagina—you moaned at the sensation. Pride was evident on his face as he spoke in a possessive tone.

"I'll always find you, love."

kai chisaki (overhaul)— If only you were fearless.

Darling, darling, darling. Why did you ever think that you would be able to escape from his grasp? He didn't do all those cheesy courtship with no purpose just for you to leave him. He did it all in his satisfaction to have you caged within him despite that you were a great benefit to the yakuza. Hence, you are his possession—and there is no way for you break free.

"Fuck—so... t-tight. Fucking tight." A deep growl emitted from his chest as he thrusts his fat cock into your gummy walls. You moan from your taped mouth and warm tears fall on your cheeks from the overstimulation.

A pleasured moan left his mouth as he stared down at you, a contemptuous smile was plastered on his face. You looked so pretty taking his godly size dick—it fits well with your pussy. Although he's been fucking you for who knows how many rounds, his rage hasn't been satiated yet.

The fact that you tried to leave him really fucking blood-boiled him. He has never felt this way after the heroes attempted to meddle in his business. Upon the thought entering his mind, his eyes darken immediately as he pushed the back of your thighs to your chest.

Your felt your eyes widen at a new sensation as your chest rose, heaving at the new position he put you into. It was the position you knew that would make you feel his size.

Feel him more.

You attempt to push his hands from your thighs with your taped wrists, but it keep slipping off from the body sweat formed. Then, he harshly flicked his hips onto you. Your body jerked as you felt the tip of his dick kissed your womb.

The smile remained on Kai's face as he leaned forward, "Feel that, darling? You're not dumb enough to know what it means." a chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled out until his tip before slamming back deeply, making your body jerk again and a moan leaving your lips.

Then a sudden shivers crawled on your body under his, making his cock more slick from your cum. Kai lets out a short deep laugh before he slides his hand from your thighs to your clit, having one of your legs hanging on his shoulder.

You try to take in deep breaths as your eyes make contacts with his lust-filled ones. He tilts his head slightly with a naughty smirk.

"You can release one more, right darling? After all, you deserve this punishment."

takami keigo (hawks) — If only you weren't slow.

Sweetheart, you knew that you could never outrun him—so, why did you still do it? You are one dumb girl with a mediocre quirk, but he still loves you. It's just that your stupid mind persuaded you to leave him. Says who? He gave you no order about that—in fact, you have no rights to step away. Once he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he had to fly and catch you.

"Ngh-ah! Fuck! K-Keigo!"

"That's it. Moan my name, sweetheart."

He grabbed your hips before pulling it to his hips with a tight grip, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You hiss at the sensation as you gently place your forehead on the wall, trying to catch your breath. Hawks continued to thrust in your pussy, but it wasn't the usual way he does. He never would have acted so rough to you if you hadn't tried to hide and run away from him.

It aches his heart to put you in this position, but you need to learn your lesson.

Pants and groans escaped his lips as he pushed you more to the wall, drunk in bliss. He snakes his arms around your chest, grabbing one of your tits to twist your nipples and waist to hold you—he wants to feel your skin. Only moans are emitted from you as you try to pull away from him while clawing his arms.

"Ah, ah, ah. Sweetheart, you'll only make it worse. Hah... s-shit. J-Just allow me–ngh–to fuck you like this," he pauses as he pulls his hips until his tip is in you before slamming it deeply to your cunt, you arch your back greatly as you moan—uttering curses beneath your breath. "You'll eventually like this..."

Yes, you will like this. He'll do anything to keep you and a good hard fuck may help him hinder your ability to walk and run.

Maybe, that is a good idea—it'll let him keep watch of you. The thought of that made him more aroused as he slowly quickened his pace. Yet, you were too fucked up in pleasure to notice the malicious intent your boyfriend had in mind.

But it's okay, as long as he has you—he'll do anything.

"Sweetheart, you know I am the only man for you, oh—ngh? Ah—fuck... hmm, right?"

todoroki touya (dabi) — If only you were strong enough.

Dilly dally doll, such a beauty you are. Yet, you are such a fucking pain in the ass. You dare to escape from him—were you insane enough to consider that he'll never find you? Doll, you are wrong there. You have such a weak body with a weak quirk, he definitely doesn't want you to go to unknown places because he actually fucking cares about you. Maybe... there is another method to keep you by his side.

Deep grunts and vulgar words escaped the scarred lips of the villain as he gripped your plump sides, shooting thick ropes of white sticky liquid in your womb.

"Take it all like a good girl, doll. That's it." he licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the erotic scene before him.

You look so pretty under him, just being a perfect cumdump for him. Although, he just hated your pettiness—who told you that you could leave him? Just because he accidentally put on a show of his ruthless killings of heroes in front of you, you had the nerve to escape. He is just doing his job, it's not really a big deal.

His eyes darken at the thought.

He pulled his dick out of your swollen pussy, letting the cum leak from your hole and giving a painful smack on your ass. A smirk forms on his face as he slides the leak sensually back into your hole, "That's the right place. Keep it in, doll. I really don't want you to piss me off again after that silly little stunt you've pulled."

You yelp in pain when you feel a stinging heat place on your clit as you comply with his order, carrying your body in a doggy position.

A boost of confidence fires in Dabi's core as he looks at your pussy clenching to hold his essence in you. But his ego wasn't the only one that fired in you, his huge cock was standing up again. He contemplates methods

Maybe, there is a way to let you stay with him.

Before you even attempted to get up from your bruising position, your face was suddenly pushed on the bed mercilessly, your ass at a higher height with an inviting pussy, and you felt a prodding tip in your entrance as it was gone in.

A loud moan from you echoed the room smelled of sex and sweat as Dabi let out a hiss to your tightness even if your mixed essence with his served as a lube.

"Touya! Wait, I-I just came!" you exclaimed, turning your head to the side.

A deep chuckle emitted from his chest as he snapped his hips against yours. You felt a protruding bulge on your belly when he snapped, jerking your body in reaction. His eyes held a purpose behind those lust and temptation as he leaned down, marking you with hickeys.

"I need to make sure that my baby mama doesn't waste a drop of my cum. I am certain you'll be a great mama, doll."

all dividers are from @/cafekitsune, thank you <33

[battydora]

pov: you sit on their crotch in middle of the night

masterlist | rules

nsfw content, minors dni !

characters: edgeshot, overhaul, hawks, shigaraki (s1)

content: nsfw, dry humping, drabbles, fluff, afab!reader, gn!reader, adult reader!!, slight somnophilia, established relationships, teasing, reader refered as "princess" (overhaul), dubcon & degradation kink (shigaraki)

synopsis: you wake up horny in the middle of the night and your partner has to deal with it.

a/n: this was a random idea i had inspired by that csm gif, besides i needed to write other characters to avoid writer block. enjoy!

a/n 2: this has been sitting unfinished on my drafts for three months omfg, it's here finally.

— shinya kamihara / edgeshot

certainly you weren't imagining you'd be opening your eyes to look at the night stand clock to find out it was four in the morning, specially thanks to your wet cunt which was having its fun inside your naughty dreams. wet and hot sounds repeating in your head as you remembered every detail of the dream. your cheeks were red and your thighs rubbing against eachother, in hope to get some friction for your needy and slick clit. you sighed, taking a look at the other side of the bed, finding your partner peacefully sleeping next to you. of course you would be bothering him, after all, he's the one your cunt was begging for and, of course, the one starring your erotic dreams. you lost no time, you got him to lay on his back to climb your way onto his crotch. you grinned in triumph before spitting your words.

"shinya" you called, no one answered "shin...~" you called a bit louder, yet in a softer tone, grinning sweetly to yourself and slowly moving your hips, in hope to wake the man up.

the third call was enough to have the hero slowly open his eyes, his mind trying to catch up with the context and why he felt a heavy presence above him. when his eyes were fully open, he analized the entire scenario, trying to figure out what was going on. why were you on top of him? why did he feel something wet on his boxers? what was with that grin on your face?

"mhmm you're awake~" you said innocently as you stared at your significant other's clueless expression.

"dear, what is the matter...? why are you awake?" he asked, watching carefully your moves "and why are you on top of me...?"

"mmh, you could already tell" your hips did another, gentle move against him, a subtle touch enough to confirm shinya's theories, his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink "i know it's late but... i'm feeling some type of way, you know~?" you stated before actually grinding your hips to a paced rhythm over him.

"oh i see... n-no wait" was all he could mutter before gasping softly at the feeling on his crotch. he griped your thighs gently, shutting his eyes closed. this was certainly unexpected, but the hero fails to resist, it's really been a while since you've been intimate, he admits he was feeling in need lately "love..." he muttered again.

"you like it, babe?" you asked, resting your hands on his abdomen, your arms made the right pressure on your sides, making your breasts press against eachother, the view left the man breathless.

"very much, beautiful” he caresses your thighs so lovingly, squishing them from time to time. his cock slowly growing harder inside his boxers, the wetness between your legs was slowly driving him crazy, needy and melodic moans slipping out of his mouth, making your cunt twitch "can i make love to you?" he asks with no hesitation.

"until dawn, shin~"

— kai chisaki / overhaul

your boyfriend was never a heavy sleeper, you knew it. if you tried to move during nightime even to change your position, there was a chance he'd open his eyes to check nothing weird was happening. but god, tonight was different, your cunt was dripping like crazy, you were silently rubbing your thighs hoping some friction would help. it didn't help. actually it made it worse. having erotic dreams with kai involved was such a turn on, it made you so hungry for him.

you couldn't help it anymore, you decided to make a move. you turned to your sleeping boyfriend who laid on his side, he looked so cute asleep, you wished you could see this calm in him often, too bad he was going to be woken up for this atypical purpose. you gently grabbed his shoulder and made him lay on his back, waking him up almost instantly.

"what are you doing?" his sleepy and grumpy voice complained, eyes slowly opening as you made your way on top of him.

he opened his eyes fully and stared at you sitting on his crotch, kai hummed, this was uncommon he thought and didn't quite know how to react at first due to his sleepy numbness, he felt something wet and hot on his clothed cock, rapidily deducing the reason behind your behaviour.

"i see" he said "it's too late for this, go back to sleep" his response left you astonished and outraged.

"aren't you going to do something about this??" you frowned, frustrated by the thought of kai not taking responsability for the problem he didn't know he caused.

"i am not" a grimace planted on your face "now get off me, your wetness is making me feel... weird" he stared at the union between your crotches, you definitely were wet, your fluids already moistened your underwear and now they got his own wet aswell. you didn't want to give up, you didn't want to end up masturbating alone without chisaki's touch, that wasn't fair (to you)

"so you're not taking responsability for what you did?" you teased with hope.

"...? i'm failing to understand your accusation" he frowned, now offended, how could his sleep being interrumpted in the middle of the night by you be his fault?

"you can't just play around in my dreams, there's no way you get to rail me nonstop and have me all messy and whiny beneath you while i cry out your name" your hips grinding over him again "jeez, i even felt bad for having overhaul being the one to fuck me so hard, i felt i was wasting his time since he is always so busy planning on destroying hero society. how could i be fine with myself knowing i'm just the king's little slut?"

the mention of his alias was something he could hardly ever resist to, every single statement of yours where you refered to him as someone superior and powerful was such a tease, specially when it was about sex, he owned you and you know he owns you and the fact that he was able to get that idea inside your dreams, fuck, he suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline through his veins.

"king's little slut, huh?" he consulted, despite hearing you clearly.

"mhmm, i'm your little slut, all just for you" you continued to tease him, rubbing your cunt harder against his clothed cock.

kai's gloved hands grasped your thighs, pressing them tightly, roughly one might say, making you grind rougher above him. you moaned outloud at the constant friction against your heat, you were almost hitting an orgasm and he knew it.

"tell me who you belong to, princess" he demanded, now digging his nails in the skin of your ass.

"you darling, i belong to you and you only~!" you moaned out, reaching a fast paced rhythm against his crotch and reaching an orgasm sooner than you ever did, sighing and whimpering in relief for your release "oh my god~" you threw your head back, rubbing again slowly against him to feel the last bits of orgasm you had left.

"thank me, princess" kai demanded once again, staring at you with those deep and sinister eyes, feeling his ego reach a new level at the view of you crumbling above him with little to no job.

"thank you, overhaul, thank you so much~"

— keigo takami / hawks

"babe?" was the first thing he said after waking up to you sitting on top of him.

"oh fuck, thank god you're awake..." your voice moaned in a desperate tone.

he was noticeably concerned for a moment but the second he realized what was actually happening, his concerns vanished being replaced by a deep blush on his face. he was speechless for a moment and stares down at his clearly soaked boxers and your clothed cunt grinding against them. your pussy was aching and so needy, you've been rubbing against him for at least ten minutes now.

"s-sorry for waking you up like this, baby... it, it was too much for me t-to handle it without you... sorry" you apologized, you let your head down in total embarassment and shame, only for keigo to reach your face with his hand and speak.

"hey, hey, pumpkin it's alright, i'm not upset, i was just caught off guard" he makes a pause before he grins, looking down at you "how's my little pussy today?"

"it's sore... and wet, i need you, babe, i really need you..." you whimper, your knees and thighs were aching from constantly moving like that.

"shh, i know, babe" he caresses your cheek lovingly as he whispers "imma give you all you need, just follow my lead~"

— tomura shigaraki (s1)

the quiet room was filled by small and gentle moans, not exactly from you, the one grinding their cunt against shigaraki's body, but from him, who was unconsciously getting a boner in his sleep, his dreams suddenly taking a suggestive turn before a loud groan left your mouth, finally waking him up. his eyes widen rapidly at the view of you sitting on top of him, rubbing your clothed pussy on his also clothed cock, which was already hard from you constantly rubbing it in his sleep.

"what the hell are you doing?!" his tone of voice is craspy and startled, he is sure he has never been in this position with you before.

"oh you're awake. finally, i've been trying to pleasure myself for the past 20 minutes, you're a heavy sleeper aren't you?~" your tone was an amused one, you were definitely teasing him as you continued to move on top of him.

"gah, stop that's disgusti.. ah!~" his voice breaks at you jumping slightly on his cock once, you laugh at his reaction.

"ah, yes, try to stop me shiggy, i bet you won't be able to, cause you're so pathetic and weak, you can't even take usj without failing misserably" every single one of your insults made his cock twich in excitement and anger, he can't help but groan at you, irritated.

his hips suddenly lifted towards you in a pathetic attempt to keep you moving, which you didn't allow, you pressed his lower abdomen with your hand, keeping him in place.

"oh don't even think about it, we're doing this my way, you annoying bitch~"

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XXVI. — THREESOME (GUARDIAN ANGEL / FALLEN CHERUB AU)

cw: Threesome, Fingering, Yandere Undertones, Religious Undertones, Obsessive Thoughts / Behaviors, Possessive Thoughts / Behaviors, Quirkless AU, Violence / Violent Undertones, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Oh, yes, a very self indulgent AU. I actually have quite a bit of lore about this AU. If you'd like to see more content from it, let me know! I'd be happy to write more for it. 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 1.4k words.

“Hands off.”

Touya cackles a little before it tapers off into a chuckle, and he shakes his head softly. He leans to the side a smidge, and his arms shift  around your body to draw you closer to him. The back of your head rests against his chest—he doesn't have a beating heart, you’ve always thought that was ironic—and his lungs rattle whenever he breathes. Touya flicks a wrist so he can poke the bottom of your nose. 

“Woah, calm down, Chisaki. You’re being so haaaaaarsh right now.” 

There’s a hint of something to Touya’s lilt, but you don’t dwell on it. He’s trying to tease Kai, yeah, but it's always a deadly game. Kai doesn't like to be played with—he doesn't deal with nonsense, he doesn't waste his time on useless things that have no relation to his current goal—you. 

Kai has always been here for as long as you can remember. He told you that he was your guardian angel, whatever that means. It means that he’s always hovering over you, watching, leering, and you have to remain under his gaze, his care, and you’ll be with him until you die. You once asked Kai if he would be your guardian angel for eternity. He told you that there was only one way for that to happen because humans don’t have an afterlife—but then he refused to elaborate. Touya is nothing like Kai. 

“You’re not allowed to touch her. Get your filthy hands off.” 

Kai crawls forward, hands and knees, and those big wine hued feathers on his back flutter before they span out, flat. There’s this look in his golden honey eyes, piercing, predatory, and they’re seeing you in a way you’ve never felt before. His nude body glistens under the moon, but it’s not sweat. It’s something pure, something akin to tiny pearls, gems in the sand. Your cunt throbs, and you realize that you’ve never felt like this before. You’ve never even considered Kai like this—not even whenever you first begin developing sexual urges, whenever your hormones birthed and spiked, whenever you began touching yourself at night. Even whenever Kai would lay by your side at night while you masturbated, eyes open. 

Touya’s fingers drum on the sides of your waist. 

“C’mon. She wants it, pretty boy. We’re in love.” 

Touya had pierced you with that arrow of his—just a tiny little dot on your pinky, you hadn’t been paying attention, but you met his gaze, fell in love. That’s how those tricky arrows he carries work. He shouldn't even have them, but he intercepted your real cherub, murdered them. Touya never totally explained it, but he said he saw the perfect opportunity, and said Kai had been the perfect target. He’s a fallen cherub, his dove wings now raven. Touya had shot one of those arrows into Kai’s back, the heart-shaped head far into his flesh, digging underneath cloudy epidermis. Kai hadn’t screamed, hadn’t yelled, nothing, but he had been staring right at you. He’d been reprimanding you for attempting to invite someone over—they could hurt you, didn’t you know?—and he’d been so exposed. Touya wanted to fuck with him. It worked. Kai changed, morphed, and he was an antichrist that towered over your frame and demanded to be your lover. He was obsessed with you now—Touya said a guardian angel had never been hit by a cherub’s arrow, that’s why he wanted to attempt it to see the outcome, he had been giggling whenever he said that—and he was your lover now. 

But so was Touya. 

Kai growls. 

“You sacrilegious failure—what gave you the right to piece my human with your arrow?” 

Touya shrugs, and you can tell he’s smirking, you can feel it. 

“‘Cuz you’re so stuffy. I figured she would need a schmoozy lover instead a’ you.” 

Kai looks insane whenever he pounces forward. He’s between your knees, his claws are flexing and real, and his pupils are dilating. They grow and shrink, camera lenses, and you can tell he’s calculating the best way to tear out Touya’s throat, he’s done that before, his teeth glitter underneath your eyes. There are chainsaws and bullets in the back of his throat, animalistic sounds that make you shiver and tremble, but Kai doesn’t pay attention to that. He never quits imploring Touya, but his hands start trailing all over your legs. You barely have time to register Kai slipping a hand down between the line of your thighs so he can strum his fingers down your naked slit. A gasp leaves you, Touya tilts his head back and hums, and Kai shoves two fingers inside of you. 

Touya squeezes your arms whenever you scream. Kai hadn’t even warmed you up, hadn’t prepped you, he just took what he wanted, just put himself inside of you. Sometimes he does that, and you’re not wet enough to accommodate his long fingers but it doesn't seem to bother Kai. 

“She’s mine. Don’t you forget that. I was assigned to her. Me. You aren’t even supposed to be here.” 

Tears are welling in your eyes, spilling over the lips, trickling into the apples of your face, salty, soaking. Touya moves his hands, one cupping a breast and the other locating your barely pulsing clit. You’re not even that aroused right now. But you want them. You feel made for them both, like a wishbone shredded down the middle. Circles are rubbed into your clit, soft, delicate. It’s like Touya doesn’t want to force you. It’s a stark contrast to Kai’s furious pumping. He’s so ferocious, and the way his face keeps rippling back into wrinkles and snarls makes your knees weak. 

You’ve always been a little afraid of your guardian angel. 

“Yeah, well, sorry to let you down. She wants me here, don’t you, little dove?” 

You just limply nod. 

It makes Kai terrifying.

“Don’t say another word. She’s mine for the rest of eternity.” 

You blink. 

“Kai. You said we’d only be together until I died. I can be Touya’s until I die too, right?” 

Both pause to look at you. It’s an uncomfortable few seconds that stretch on so agonizingly, but Touya breaks the silence by guffawing. He laughs so hard that he shakes you, metal pops off of his face, he’s lost some of his staples, his burn scars shift, and the hand on your clit presses down harder. His accidental spit sprays on your shoulders.  

“Oh! Ohhh, pretty boy, you didn’t tell her?” 

You turn your head to stare at Touya. 

“Tell me what?” 

Touya’s teal twinkles.

“You gonna tell her or should I reveal your secrets?” 

Kai remains silent. 

“Touya. Touya, what are you talking about?” 

It’s like an explosion whenever Touya begins laughing again, blood trails from the corners of his eyes, and he begins jerking you off again. 

“How many times have you had sex with Chisaki? With me? A shit ton?” 

You’re awkward whenever you nod, but Touya eats it up. 

“Little dove, that means you’re like us now. You ain’t dying anytime soon.” 

He doesn’t elucidate further, but he doesn’t need to for the horror to start settling into your bone marrow. You’re sure you look horrified, and you are, that’s abhorring to hear, macabre, and you feel a tingling forlorn whisper tickle down from the shells of your ears down your flesh. It’s regret, but it’s sin, it’s accidents, it’s lies, it’s lust, it’s love, it’s everything and more. Touya’s fingers are deft, and you start moaning despite it all. Kai’s fingers are like dead weight inside of you, but they twitch, they twitch and suddenly you’ve never felt more on fire. You’re gasping, falling into Touya’s hold, and Kai starts to draw in closer. Both eyes wrench shut—you don’t want to look at them, but Kai whispers. 

“You weren’t supposed to find out like this, angel.” 

It doesn’t soothe you. 

Touya’s gone again. 

“Come off it, Chisaki. You’ve been lying to her since the day she was born.” 

Kai’s golden honey is sweet whenever you open your eyes, addicting, and it’s too sticky to escape, sinking in. 

“Because she was born to be mine.” 

His fingers start moving again, finally, and you see his hard cock bounce by a fraction. It’s hard to swallow. Touya’s laughs are driving into soft groans, and he’s just shaking his head and letting it rest within the cove of your neck. 

“Oh, dove. What have you gotten yourself into?” 

Wine wings expand out into the night. 

“I don’t know.” 

[x-kiwi-03]

what do you think happened to Kai chisaki's parents, i mean he had toend u in the orphnge some way or another,

I can’t say for certain, there are no big hints in the story. I can come up with some plausible scenarios though.

First you gotta keep in mind that Afo is behind everything, always, no matter what. He’s the reason Kai is the way he is, so I think there was a long stream of plans and schemes that resulted with Kai Chisaki. But that’s just what I think.

His parents could’ve had strong quirks, so they had Kai in an attempt to make an even better quirk, like a Todoroki family situation. Overhaul is a very specific quirk, strong and complex. Afo found him, or maybe set his parents up himself in the hopes of getting a Kai, took him from his parents (and maybe killed his parents or his parents could’ve worked for Afo and been compliant with abandoning him) to raise him into a villain.

His parents could’ve been random people and Kai developed a fourth generational quirk (quirks that form unrelated to genetics) and there had been a death or a fright of some sort, ending in Kai’s abandonment. Afo snatched him then.

His mother could’ve been a college student who forgot to take the morning after pill and felt too young to raise a child, and Kai just so happened to have the perfect quirk Afo needed to make his vessel!

Either way I don’t think he ever knew his parents. I think he was abandoned at birth for god knows why, and didn’t know what a family felt like until the Yakuza. He never thinks about or speaks about a biological relative during his arc to relate to how good(?) of a parent his Pops was. So, you can only assume that he has none. Anything that reminds him of those feelings of abandonment trigger him GREATLY. The biggest example being when his Pops told him if he can’t follow his rules Kai can leave the Yakuza, then Kai put him in a coma. Or how he repeated his childhood experiences on a little girl who was abandoned because of a death caused by her fourth generational quirk.

People call his version of love “twisted” or “corrupt” when really it’s just desperate. He’s trying so hard to not be abandoned again even though Pops had shown no sign (other than that once) of doing so, and he is desperately trying to prove to himself that he deserves to have a family by “repaying the yakuza”. Even in the end Pops didn’t abandon him, and Kai tried so hard to get to him and apologize despite his odds.

In short, the most plausible scenario is that Kai’s parents abandoned him at birth, most likely with a bit of Afo interference, and perhaps because of his quirk.

Hope this answered your question!