#mha chisaki

[overhaulhautecouture]

cute little boys in cute little jackets and cute little bonnets ..................... 🤍💜💐🐺

i spent hours hand-sewing these outfits for them, but i made sure to put love in every stitch .......

[snekusneku]

"closer to me baby i won't bite"

[anime-as-textposts]

[schlechtenhunde]

overhaul lick

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

some Overhaul Christmas pfps for @isabeauwolf !!! I also already posted some Dabi pfps for you here!! thank you for the request ❤️💚❤️💚

[glyury]

You know, I suddenly remembered that Chisaki had one distinct characteristic: he hated dirt, and as soon as it got on his skin, he tried to wipe it off as quickly as possible.

Now that I've learned that Decay is essentially half of Chisaki's quirk, I'm wondering if Shigaraki's "allergy" is because Chisaki's quirk makes the quirk user's skin too sensitive or something, and that's why Chisaki, knowing about this, he always tried to avoid dirt, while Shigaraki ignored external irritants and therefore his skin constantly itched.

Also, I decided to re-read the Overhaul arc, and I saw a comment on one of the pages written 4 years ago, which said that Chisaki and Shigaraki's quirks were suspiciously similar to each other. Now, knowing what we know, it's ironic to see something like this. Some people simply guessed this plot twist from the very beginning.

[chisakifiles]

everybody say happy birthday chisaki

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

cw: Yandere Themes, Possessive Behavior, Gaslighting / Allusions to Gaslighting, Violence / Violent Imagery, Non-Con / Attempted Non-Con, Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Themes Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!

author's note: This is for the second half of anon's request! I had fun playing around with this one, too. I really enjoy writing for Overhaul! This was a prompt from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . REQUESTS ARE OPEN — READ TAGS. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

PROMPT: Lily (Purity): "I shouldn’t taint you like this. Not when you’re so pure.”

word count: Approximately 1.4k.

You’re terrified.

The bed doesn’t offer an ounce of solace whenever you fall, whenever the back of your knees thump against its edge and it sends you catapulting throughout space and time. You feel heavy and light at the same time, lead in your mouth whenever you try to breathe, the smell of metal hearty and deafening. You bounce softly whenever the mattress catches you, but your body quakes so much that you feel like you keep going and going, and your hands are working a mile a minute to slam behind your frame to drag you back back back back back. Far away, you’re trying to leave this realm, leave the edge of the bed, trying to nestle into the bed frame, to find a way to meld into the wall and never return. But even if you could, there’s that voice whispering in the shell of your ear, reminding you that it’s futile, useless, and you’re clueless, and that it wouldn’t matter anyway because—

Kai steps closer. He stalks like a predator, staring down your frame, visage cloudy and unreadable. You’re never able to see what he’s thinking, the windows to his soul closed with midnight curtains, but there’s something flashing above his face like a halo that produces chills down your arms. He’s going to hurt you, there’s no way he isn’t, but you don’t know how, don’t want to know how. And whenever his knees start to sink on the bed so that he can begin to ascend the trek to your shuddering frame, everything around you begins to home in. Breathing becomes difficult, maybe it was never even a thing, and you’re finding that the world truly is a drain, water in a bowl hurling and vomiting, loose stones in a stomach. You get your fill, and your head hits the wall with a broad thud.

Being here is the worst thing you’ll ever experience, watching Kai draw closer and closer and closer is anything but the cherry on top. More is to come, and that’s what feels like spikes, chains whipping in the wind, the braying of a captured horse, everything knives down your flesh, flaying you alive. Your eyes are frantic whenever you glance around, whenever you try to think about yourself as not yourself, you try to figure out what would help you ground the fluttering nerves, what could let you slink away into the underbrush so that you don’t have to think about whenever Kai pauses in front of your frame and stretches a hand out. Pads of fingers are gossamer spider webs stringing through the trees, breaking in odd splinters and tickling your thigh.

“Why did you back away from me?”

He knows why. He’s tormenting you. He’s trying to find ways to gaslight your silly brain into thinking you’re the one that hurt him, that you’re the one doing something wrong, that you’re the one being a bad little child. A part of you begs to tell the truth, to watch that poised and clear expression melt off of his face into something disgusting and monstrous so that you can sneer and hate him more. You want to fight him, want to tear your head into two slices so that your teeth can shoot out of your mouth, elongate into blades so you can bite down into his temples and never let go. Thick saliva starts to puddle in your mouth whenever you think about how his warm blood would taste undulating across your tongue. Your nails clench into the bedsheets.

You’re too much of a fucking pussy to fight back though.

“I… don’t know.”

Kai’s pretty eyes narrow.

“Can’t trust you to do anything on your own then. Especially whenever you don’t even think about why you’re doing it.”

The hand on your thigh suddenly becomes an iron, instantly hot and searing your flesh, leaving a tattoo of his claim behind whenever it inches up to the juxtaposition of hip and thigh. Those teeth in your mouth grow, harder, and you feel it coming on, feel that you could really kill him if you wanted to. You could sink your fingers deep into his eyes before you pull them out like skewers, before you stick those squishy things into your mouth to taste their creamy middles. You could cough on him, could watch all of those hives appearing on his hand, his arm, his shoulder, his neck, his face grow in frequency, could throw darts onto them to pop him like a carnival balloon.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Frustration settles deep within your belly, along with the weighty sensation of acceptance. Kai seems pleased with your answer, maybe, because his fingers tap tap tap your hip before he’s on you. He’s a blur, you’re a falling leaf, and his hands are pressing down onto your collar bones so that he can shove you flat onto your back. The bed is hard now, no cushioning, and Kai’s hot, and you’re thawing, and his mouth hurts whenever he ensnares you. He’s never known how to kiss. It’s awkward, clunky. He sucks in both lips, strangely melds his mouth around them, and then he tries to find ways to flick at the flakes of pores and teeth with that juvenile tongue. He drools all over you, gross and sticky, and you can’t understand how he handles that filthy mess. He never turns his head the right way either, always too straight or too tilted, and his jaw doesn’t work correctly. It’s too mechanical, not a flow, and you just feel like you’re fulfilling an obligation whenever he kisses you.

Kai’s moaning into you, and then he rolls his hips in between the crux of your legs. He’s stony, and your eyes instantly wrench to the right, closed so tightly that it feels like you’ve pulled every single muscle in your fragile body. He’s writhing on top of you like a virgin, and there’s a part of you that feels victorious among the wreckage whenever you stew over how bad at sex he probably is, how clumsy and stupid he is, but it doesn’t make the tears spearing your eyes any less salty. They’re on fire, white flames that lick the dents in the fruits of your face, and so many of them escape, dropping onto the sheets, rivulets of watery paint, and the choked sob you breathe into Kai breaks his fantasies.

His eyes flit open with yours, only whiskers from yours, and he looks ugly and foul from this angle. It takes a beat for Kai to lean his body away from you so that he can scrutinize you. He stares and stares, and he keeps staring, and then he seems to tremble so sweetly and he almost makes a childish giggle. His shoulders pinch in together whenever he huskily whispers,

“I shouldn’t taint you like this. Not when you’re so pure.”

Nothing. Those are nothing words. But Kai stops, he keeps walking himself backwards, those honeycombs in his eyes are magnifying glasses into an insanity that makes you sick.

“Having sex with you whenever you’re crying wouldn’t do me any good. It wouldn’t make you stay perfect for me.”

Something is beginning to click like rockets in your head.

“If you’re crying and fighting me all of the time, I’m just going to get angry. And then I might accidentally hurt you.”

There are demons hissing into your ears, nasty nasty nasty thoughts that start to make your toes curl. It’s settling in your bones, your organs, and your eyes are widening with more and more and more fresh tears. They’re like thunderstorms down your face, and you’re soggy and gleaming with happiness. He’s so fucking ridiculous and dumb. You’re going to destroy him and manipulate the fuck out of him. You hate him so fucking much. He’s gullible in the strangest of ways and you’ve hooked your line in, and you’re going to exploit his ocean until there’s nothing left.

So you cry harder.

Kai releases more of those airy bubbles, not even chuckles, and his eyes wrinkle at the ends like stuffing paper.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready. I’ll wait until I can’t take it, so don’t make me impatient. I want what we have to be special.”

The tears trickle into your tight mouth, juicy nectar, that stretching grin in your mind tingles, and nothing has ever tasted so sweet.

“Me too.”

[raitonsfw]

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

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

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

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[saeko11]

I think it turned out beautifully

ALL FOR ONE OVERHAUL

My husband's

[badcaninecemetery]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[overhaulhautecouture]

he's the perfect soulmate 💐🐺

[snekusneku]

i don't like it

[anime-as-textposts]

[schlechtenhunde]

schmoovin'

(otherwise known as emulating 2010 flash animations)

[sillylilguy999]

guys like hear me out

i feel like if the league didn't fight back against overhaul, shigaraki and chisaki would be like bffs

like they would both be germophobic and itchy and play LoL together

and like chisaki would show shigaraki what like looks cool fashion wise and shigaraki would nOT give a FUCK bc lets be fr all that man wears is black shirts and pants and then he gets a cool black coat

liek chisaki would be the weird-but-still-cool-fashion friend and try to get shigaraki to wear smth more than just black

(they both also have pants that are TOO FUCKING SHORT)

i also feel like toga and overhaul would be kinda silly together bc like toga ACTUALLY knows what looks good and would try to get chisaki to wear smth NORMAL and now a GREEN JACKET with PURPLE FUR but he'd be like ew no where the colour and toga would be like ?????? THIS IS COLOUR

twice and chisaki would be like the black cat and golden retriever type where like twice is always bothering chisaki and chisaki is like hm I should like kill him bc he's gETTN ON MY NERVES but then like twice goes away for like a mission for a few weeks or smth and chisaki kinda misses him but wont admit it when twice gets back

(but after twice gets back and starts bother chisaki again, he notices that chisaki is a little nicer to him)

chisaki also wouldn't fw mange at first but then be like hm you're alright and then they would go from like bickering all the time to just like chill and can coexist in peace

mr compress would be like the silly weird guy in the background, which intreuges chisaki at first but then he realizes that Mr compress is acutally just really theatrical and he's like grrr there's only room for one dramatic bitch and Mr compress is like grr that ones me bc I was here FIRST and they would like fight but its like friendly and they actually enjoy being around eachtoher

and finally dabi and chisaki

they would fight

nonstop

shigaraki would make chisaki put dabis body back together