#Chisaki was NOT pleasant

[heroes-among-us-all]

A Perfect Match

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

tags: soulmate!au, fluff, fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah. So, that’s how.  

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

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

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

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

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

Ah.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It only takes a second for your expression to sink. 

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

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

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

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

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

What did she just say?  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No hives. No uncomfortable tightness in his chest.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile returns, this time, wider than ever.  

“Sure!”  

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

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

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

But right now, Chisaki is up in cloud nine.  

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

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

“Well, I changed my mind.”  

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

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

“She’s perfect.”  

[x-kiwi-03]

If Chisaki doesn't make an appearance in the last chapter of MHA I'm gonna make AM look pleasant (I'll prob just cry for 6 weeks and move on with life).

[hots0s]

Hello there, I've mostly been lurking on this tag for a while but finally worked up the courage to ask for something.

Since you wanted to have some prompts for "pathetic" Kai, may I request / give you an idea ? First of all, it's so sad how few gay readers there are for this man, so could it be an x male reader ? Gender neutral is fine too, I'm just sick of seeing 'she's everywhere lol.

So my idea was that the reader somehow gets a hold of post Tartarus breakout Kai and takes care of him. Some nice simple fluff like idk, cooking a meal, bathing him etc.

Totally fine if you don't want this prompt, have a great day either way :3

as a gay dude who’s obsessed w him i would be delighted to anon, thank you for the ask!!

it is mostly fluff however i did get a bit carried away ngl i just can’t help myself w him he’s very kissable ok

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“chin up, please.”

kai’s golden eyes slowly roll to fix on yours and the long pause teases you with the possibility that he’s going to disobey before he does do as you’ve requested, tipping his head back and gazing dull at the mouldy ceiling. you sigh in relief that he’s not in one of his argumentative moods, something that’s becoming more and more regular these days, and despite your own feelings it is preferable to the zombie act. he’s becoming much livelier since you’d first taken him in which is a good thing. it’s been tough but you’ve always been patient and nothing if not persistent with those in need— and he needs you.

you dip the straight razor in the sink and flick a few water droplets off, taking gentle hold of his jaw and gliding the blade up his neck with practiced ease. it feels as erotic as you imagine it looks— two men in a cramped bathroom, half naked, touching. you really want to get off the edge of the bathtub and sit on him instead but there’s something stopping you. he’s unpredictable as he is alluring and you don’t want to ruin it. you can admit to yourself that you are enjoying this, that you’re enjoying his vulnerability and your role as his sole caretaker, glad that he relies on you for everything from changing clothes to feeding himself to something as simple as a shower and a shave. he’s not totally helpless but he’s definitely gotten used to being babied. it’s more than fine in your books, it feels good to protect and love him as he is. how terribly fond of him you’ve grown.

you’ve intentionally drawn out the last few scrapes and if he notices it he doesn’t mention it. underneath the overwhelming scent of shaving foam and cheap shampoo you can smell him. it’s barely there, naturally, for someone who demands a shower twice a day, but you can pick it up. it’s nothing but utterly pleasant and you want to bury your face into him and just inhale. for as many dirty fantasies as you’ve had about him, somehow that one feels peculiarly perverted. red faced, you pull back to inspect your work, tilting his head this way and that. his eyes don’t leave yours.

“you put any thought into a moustache yet?” you ask. the look he gives you speaks volumes of his thoughts on that. “just kidding.”

chisaki sighs deeply as you chuckle and grab a dry towel to dab his cheeks and neck with. you feel refreshed just touching his newly bare skin. inwardly you mourn the loss of his stubble but for the pleasure of shaving him alone you’ll let it go. he’s gorgeous either way and you let your admiration show. his nose scrunches up at the intense scrutiny and he shies away from you, as if you hadn’t just helped him wash himself.

“don’t do that,” you murmur, turning him back to face you. you doubt he’s ever put much thought into his looks but you are curious to know if he’s aware of how pretty he is. of all the words to describe a persons beauty you think that’s what suits him most. you’ve told him so, just to embarrass him.

affection was not something usually invited but you know his tells well enough by now to see that he’s wanting, another little thing that’s become more frequent the more comfortable he gets with you. you caress his cheek like he’s something precious and press your lips to his neck, open mouthed and slow and purely indulgent. you smile at the sigh this elicits and he all but melts into you, allowing you to run your hand through his auburn hair and wrap the other around him. he’s practically on top of you and still it’s not enough, you want him impossibly closer, so you take a risk at a potentially embarrassing fall or rejection and tug him onto your lap. it’s a pleasant surprise when he doesn’t disagree and gives you a smouldering kiss of your own, no stubble burn to accompany it. he tastes good and clean, so, so clean. you want to devour him.

after a minute of passion he rests his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. flushed and breathing a little heavier, you rub your hand up and down the smooth expanse of his back, over rippling muscles that somehow survived his imprisonment. “okay?” you ask, breathless.

you feel him nod against you. “tired.” he mumbles. “we’d have to shower again.”

you laugh a little, squeezing him affectionately. “alright. c’mon then, we’ll dry your hair and go to bed. unless you’re hungry?”

“no.“

he makes no move to get off you.

“kai?”

he hesitates before he asks, so quiet you barely hear it. “… carry me?”

you wonder why now, after all you’ve done for him, he sounds so unsure. you give him a final kiss that you hope reassures and conveys your utter devotion to him. you haul yourself off the tub and carry him to bed, knowing that if he still had his arms, he’d be holding you just as tight.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

may i request camellia with tengai please?? thank you!! 💗

cw: Yandere Themes, Possessive Behavior, Graphic Descriptions of Gore, Death, Violence, Allusions to Kidnapping, Allusions to Non-Con, Murder, 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: Wow! This was extremely fun to write. This prompt was interesting, and this idea struck me and I just had to write it. I hope you enjoy! 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: Camellia (devotion, perfection): "You know l'd do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits."

word count: Approximately 1.6k.

Hekiji has always been there for you.

Or, well, always is relative and subjective.

It’s been a long time—or maybe, perhaps, it just feels that way—that you’ve been in these desolate walls. Everywhere is four-posters, heavy and thick curtains so blinding are forever drawn. If you stretch your arm out, all your fingertips ever brush are ash and feathers. Faux feathers that feel like fur, the shade of an indigo violet, flowers in bloom that never wilt but never birth.

Chisaki’s weird about them though. He combs through everything and anything he can sweep those strange fingers through, and can hush whatever noises their hissing produces. You’re never able to truly touch those feathers, those wings that could flutter and fly you away, so fertile and real.

Because you’re not supposed to touch him.

That’s rule—he’s the one who has to initiate contact, not the other way around. In a sense, it’s miserable. You can’t even close your eyes and trick yourself into believing it’s your now dead partner holding you again. You just have to lay in the dark of this room, staring at those four posters, each an individual column that appears before you, just smooth mountains with no footholds, just barriers that remind you that you’re trapped here until you die.

That’s why your mind is fleeting, circling around, pacing up the ceiling with shuddering footsteps.

And despite its many laps, it all returns to Hekiji.

You’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. He’s one of the few constants on your brain. Through Chisaki’s weird schedule for you, its strict and strenuous nature, through the disgusting moments of intimacy he forces on you, also very strict because he has to control each movement and he’s very thorough with aftercare in a not endearing way, and through the reality of your ever demise—Hekiji always hovers in the backdrop of those thoughts. He’s always nice to you, pleasant, cordial, sweet even. He’s always been a shoulder to cry on, you think. Even though he has this undying loyalty to Chisaki, he sits through every tear, every sob, every hiccup as you recount the horrible things his boss has put you through. Hekiji always sits in silence. Always. Sometimes you wonder if he’s even breathing. How much has Chisaki told him about his twisted plans for the world? His torture of that poor little girl? His hand in what happened to the original boss of the Shie Hassaikai? His whispers against the shell of your ear that everyone has a role to play and that some people’s role is to be used?

You wonder if Hekiji is slowly realizing.

Because each time you see him, his hands begin to wander. Sometimes it’s something ginger on your shoulder, a squeeze, and you swear that he’s seeing you through those closed eyes. Other times, when you lean against his side, your nose buried within the crux of his collar bones, he’ll let an arm slide down your back, hand caressing your arm, lobster claws with spindling webs. Hekiji is never rough, always calm, but his words are balmy, fueled with a distilled passion that makes your head whirl. He’s so honest, so grounded, and that’s why you always let your hands fall into his lap whenever he cradles you against him.

It’s oddly intimate, and you wonder if Chisaki is aware of what Hekiji does. With Hekiji’s pact to Chisaki, surely he must. It’s so bizarre, so impactful. Does Chisaki care if other people touch you? If that’s so, why did he murder your partner in cold blood? Are you just an object to be passed around to his little yakuza clan?

Oh, who really fucking cares? Hekiji doesn’t do anything to you, just soft, always inviting, and you swear that each time you see him that something changes between you two. You’re a pawn, both of you are pawns, and maybe Chisaki has told him what game you’re trapped in. That’s why things are changing with Hekiji. Maybe you feel nothing for him at all, but you just want something to anchor you to hope and sanity and so your fishing line is being cast out into the tides, chasing a green light to speed through that intersection, to helplessly grab broken oars and beat back, the water flowing.

And maybe through the spitting white caps, even though they’re freezing and you feel like your thumb can’t swipe the salt from your burning nostrils, the boat bounding and sinking further, you realize that perhaps you’ve maybe fallen in love with Hekiji.

What a nightmare.

Fires start knocking at the latches of your eyes, staring through the peepholes, abusing an invitation that wasn’t ever there. The distinct need to bawl makes you feel stupid and childish, makes the subtle breathing slipping through Chisaki’s parted lips all the more hellish. You can’t catch a break. A knife splits between your brows whenever you slowly tilt your head to stare at Chisaki’s face, so demure, and you know there’s a little boy in there who never had a chance and maybe there could be some form of pity if he’d done things to you differently, but all you can see is the inclines of his face and those honey eyes staring into your soul whenever he’s on top of you. You wish, oh, you wish that you could just shove your fingers into his mouth and rip out his uvula, wish you could make him throw up everything he’s ever lived for. You wish. You wish. Oh, you—

The door starts to slide open. It’s slow, deliberate, and not a single sound whistles from its slots. Both of your narrowed eyes widen, but all you do is suck your lips in and hold your breath. Something’s not right, but you sure as hell aren’t about to wake up Chisaki. No one’s allowed to enter his room. Not even that creepy Kurono guy. This is bad, but something begins to bubble inside of your chest. It feels like butterfly kisses tickling the rims of your lungs, but they swell and suddenly you feel like a swarm of locusts are about to crawl out of your teeth. You’re excited. Whether it’s going to be someone who hurts Chisaki, hurts you, or hurts both of you—you’re excited because then you might finally be able to feel some retribution, escape, anything but this.

And as the door fully comes to, everything stops.

Hekiji. It’s Hekiji standing on the other side. His face is shadowed, but you swear his eyes are open, leering, large, and you feel licks of nerves trickle down your spine. He doesn’t stay there for long. He slips into the room, tantalizing, patient, and you feel like your limbs have hit their locks, have made their last click and splintered around your frame, underneath your fingernails. You don't say a word, but neither does Hekiji. It’s so eerily quiet that you can’t hear a heartbeat pump in your ears. So, so, deathly. And then he pauses whenever he reaches the bed, a step or two away from Chisaki’s side. And for a heavy, burdening moment, something that’s weightless but is tar sucking on the soles of your feet to hook you in forever—neither of you move.

Until Hekiji’s hand slowly lifts, palm facing the sky.

It all happens too fast.

Beaming lights, fireworks, a blazing sun saddling through the sky, the devil’s herd, screaming, wheezing, so many sounds and lights, stadium’s cheering, and it’s all concentrated in that singular yellow. Its glow dances across your cheeks, between your eyes, animation, life, and it’s sunflowers smiling at you. A low hum echoes within its chambers, and your eyes crackle whenever they space out, whenever you see a sunshine dome form around Chisaki’s unconscious body. You’re almost unable to comprehend it, but you watch it regardless. Hekiji’s frame is warbling on the other side, rippling bath water filled with eucalyptus and spearmint notes. And then,

an explosion.

It’s more mist and rainy than anything else. Splatters of paint on wet canvas, but it’s copper, it’s metal, it’s visceral. You don't even need to blink. You know what it was, you know what that is. It’s soggy, there’s no friction on the other side of the bed. It’s gone, everything, even the pain in your chest. It happened so fast, too fast, and whenever the halo disappears, meat, sauce, seasonings, sides, and vegetables fall into the goopy soup puddling amongst the sheets. Chisaki’s gone. Just like that. Universe collapsed in on itself into a black nothingness.

But Hekiji’s still here.

And the afterglow of his magic has gossamer fog powdering his cheeks, has those open eyes of his mystical and so so so terrifying. You ask,

“Hekiji. Why did you kill him?”

And whenever he speaks through his mask, through the last tie of his loyalty, you know that everything’s crumbling.

“All of these things you’ve shared with me have been my resolve.”

You slowly tilt your head, carefully pushing yourself up onto your elbows, avoiding the blood.

“Resolve?”

Hekiji is silent. But it’s brief, he’s staring deep into you, seeing more of you than he really should.

“To end your suffering.”

Cotton in your mouth.

“So you… ?”

Hekiji doesn’t even nod.

“You know… I’d do anything for you. My love has no limits.”

Maybe it’s his words, maybe it’s the gore trembling beneath the pads of your fingers, or maybe it’s Chisaki’s ghostly body pressing into your own as a reminder—but you realize that you never had a chance either.

“Love?”

He steps closer.

“Yes. I’ve come to realize that I’ve fallen for you. Worldly desires are hard to pass, and I hadn’t succumbed… until I met you. It was you. You are the one. I’ve realized that you’re the one who’s given me a purpose in this life.”

You don’t even bother fleeing.

“I have.”

Monotone doesn’t register to Hekiji, but whenever his knees touch the edge of the bed and he starts to sink down, hand extended, offered, your shuddering fate is the only form of salvation through his twisted asceticism he’s choosing.

“Master Overhaul was a lie. You’ve made me feel like I’ve never felt before. I had to show you what you mean to me.”

And Master Overhaul’s Chisaki is smearing underneath your palms, teardrops in the rain.

Hekiji is almost here.

“I had to show you where my loyalty truly lies.”

And the weight of his hand on your cheek is your own resolve.

[mymhameme]

Your dichotomy AU is really cute. Love what you're doing with the characters, especially how they would turn out if they met each other early or were out in different situations. Chisaki in the AU great as well , love how he's the doctors assistant for some time.

Tomura and keigo are also very adorable in this au.

Thank you so much! It really does make me very happy that this au is being enjoyed so much.

I wasn't expecting people to be into the whole Kai storyline so that was a pleasant surprise! I had always imagined he had something to do with Ujiko and his fucky wucky lab but I never saw anything for it before which was super sad to me lol

It was the same for Hawks and Shigaraki, too. I had really wanted to see them in cannon have a conversation since they are such obvious parallels but it wasn't meant to be I guess.

Yeah, Oboro is the oldest of the little band of misfits and does indeed become the big brother of the group. The kids look to him to lead them but he isn't super great at that and Kai makes it very well known how unfit he is to be in charge and tends to override his decisions. This, paired with the fact the Kai was brainwashing and experimenting on him, causes a lot of strain between them.

There are side effects of the experiments for sure. Sometimes he just can't remember anything, sometimes it's all too much, or he just goes completely numb and shuts down. When he's having strong emotions or is struggling to handle the side effects his body begins pouring out mist and usually sends him in a deeper spiral.

The fact that his quirk, mind, and body aren't the same really bothers him. He has warp gate now but he struggles with controlling it. It doesn't help that he hates it using it as it just serves as a reminder to him. But when he is having a good day he can change the density of his mist to make clouds to float on like when he was at UA.

[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

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I losted both of my arms that day

[serostuffsmh]

Now for an actual request-

Overhaul + face sitting

content warnings: facesitting, cunnilingus, overstimulation, hair pulling, pwp, bit of degradation, fem!reader

It was only minutes ago that Chisaki was grimacing in disgust at your outlandish suggestion to queen yourself on him. Now that you were presented beautifully above him, he seemed to be drooling at the mouth to the thought of your quim pressed against his face.

Hastily grabbing your thighs, sitting them comfortably on the blades of his shoulder, before attacking greedily at your nagging cunt. Gasping and whining at his sudden enthusiasm, you tried finding balance on his shoulders but settling for framing his face with your hands.

Whenever he had slurped at your cunt made a distinct wet sound, one that made blood rush to the apples of his cheeks flushing his skin pink, and all the way down the expanse of his neck from hearing such a dirty sound.

Looking down you scanned his face and neck for any flared skin or hives, but there were none, which was a good sign. Along with a good sign was his constant flicking of his driven tongue in your wet hole and indistinct murmurs vibrating against you.

Threading your fingers through his dark hair gripping it all the way up to your knuckles to keep your balance. Chisaki had to restrain a wince back when you tugged to harshly on his hair.

A little pain would make you mind your p’s and q’s, he thought, and nipped your pussy when you had yanked too hard on his hair. Judging from how you yipped and tried scurrying away, you gotten the message to play nice. If you weren’t going to be gentle with the face that was tongue fucking your little hole, then why should he with you?

This was supposed to be a treat and it would be better if you didn’t spoil it for yourself.

Changing his approach, instead of feverishly attacking your poor bud like he had been previously, he lightly prodded over the hood of your clit. That seemed to be the sweet spot, and you were much more enthusiastic about his new method of his. Prolonging your, “hum’s,” and “oh’s,” when he waved his tongue over and you wriggled your hips, trying to mimic his movements.

“Kai...” Sounding breathless and needy.

Stopping his swirling tongue and keeping his mouth idle to your clit, he let out a particularly satisfying, “hmmm...?” Answering your plea with a suppressed hum against your cunt.

“Fuck, I’m-” Not even finishing your sentencing, only grinding down onto him and trying copy what he was doing with his tongue.

Stopping himself, he flicked his golden eyes up to you, “Going to cum so soon?” Pressing his wet lips onto your clit and muttering, “Pathetic.”

Roughly carving his fingers into your thighs, he grabbed them and pulled them against his upper half, leaving you with little mobility and at the mercy of mouth. Lapping his tongue at your cunt and circling his head continually to add pleasant friction. He knew you were about to cum when he felt your opening twitch and tighten, it was a telltale sign for him to keep going at your sensitive hole.

He felt your thighs tense up and relax then tensing up again before finally relaxing, all while lazily moving your hips in an attempt to try to milk the last bits of your orgasm. The overstimulation spidering its way down to your twitching toes.

Withdrawing away from his mouth before the stimulation became too oversensitive and unpleasant. With shaking knees and careful movements, you cautiously lifted yourself aided by his large hands underneath your thighs.

Chisaki sat himself upright by the elbows and you were finally able to get a look at his face instead of only seeing his nose buried against your mound and sweat soaked forehead.

His hair was splayed from its usual side part some sticking with sweat while his face flushed and panting, with slick coating glistening on his pinken lips and lower chin.

Snapping you out of your gaze he spoke in a low voice that held a hint of warmness, “come clean me up now.”

kofi masterlist

[yanderenightmare]

i just have to ask cuz i’m curious about your BNHA yanderes. It’s just basically would they wait until you imitate sex or force themselves on you as soon as they get the chance? who would drug their darling so it’s basically dubcon? or who would say they’ll wait until you’re ready - but after you pissed them off (like trying to escape), they just force themselves onto you for punishment? and is there anything that would make each bnha yandere stop what they’re doing, even if it’s in the middle of it?

yandere ! BNHA thirsts

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, degradation, condescension, dacryphilia, threats, abuse

This depends on what type of darling they are. 

If she’s a push-over, easily swayed or scared into submission, if she’s quiet and shy and just so adorably easy to control, most Yandere’s would definitely take advantage of her and do whatever they please. 

DABI - TOUYA TODOROKI

These sheep-type darlings attract yanderes like Dabi, where he’s not one to take pity on them, despite knowing that whatever he’s doing is not coveted by the girl, he does what he wants and if she doesn't like it... she should feel free to try and make him stop.

Dabi likes those he can play with like putty in his hands with nothing more than a growl in his chest, those crybaby blubbering messes that only know to moan when he touches places they’ve always been to shy to fully explore.

He loves drinking that innocence off their expression, loves feeling it in his hands, on his lap, wrapped around him.

He loves how soft they are, how timid, how girlish and sensitive, how sweet with fear they become, eyes wide and glossy as they take in his appearance, his scarring, his strength, his aches, how they feel bad for him even as he plays with them as though they are but mere toys for him to break.

BAKUGO - KACHAN

Bakugo is also one who would fall for such a sweet little submissive darling, but he would ease more into things.

He’s not a sweet guy and he doesn't try to be either, he still manhandles her and treats her body like a puppet, carrying her around, pulling her snug against his chest at night or when on the couch watching trash, but I do think he enjoys milestones.

First a chaste kiss, then a longer one another day, then an open-mouthed one that is accompanied by having her lightly grind down on his clothed arousal, where he enjoys torturing himself with hanging onto every movement of her hips against him, wanting to rip clothes off but exercising control for another time, then a desperate feral hungry soul-sucking slobbering kiss that leaves the lips in favor of diving between her thighs, then small kisses to her cheek as she mews and moans for him when he uses his fingers to make her little pussy quake with gratitude, then for the final achievement, feeling that fluttering pretty tightness hugging onto his length, their lungs sharing oxygen as they breath into each others mouth, her legs wrapped around his torso, her hands hanging onto his back, where Bakugo can say wholeheartedly that those that wait don't wait in vain and how an earned victory is much better than a forced one.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Then, of course, we cannot forget about the sweet dumb darlings with their cute dumb expressions and their precious dumb little featherbrains and their dumb fruity giggles.

It’s a different type of submission. An unrealised submission, nothing forced or fearful about it, nothing cultivated, just plain blissful naivety.

Chisaki’s favorite.

There is something so heavenly about spoiling such a soft humble creature, making something so sweet and small and precious mew and moan beneath his hands, his deadly destructive hands, having not a single clue as to how much potential danger she’s in, just basking in all the pleasant pleasurable touchings, such an innocent sinful simple creature, untouched by all things complex and corrupt in the world. 

.

Then of course there are the hostile darlings. Those that will rather break than bend and bow, rather get forced down than kneel. Those bratty ones that need to be bent over a lap and put in their place. Those that need to feel a great big red-hot smack against their tush.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

There is nothing cuter than a brat not knowing her place, nothing better than reminding her where she belongs.

Deku enjoys being degrading. He enjoys breaking spirits, the ego-boost, the high of having someone bend to his will through sheer force. And by All Might he loves the woeful regretful expression they give him once they realize his patience had an end.

Deku let’s them yell and scream and cry and roar at him, lets them sit on the throne for however long he can handle, knowing how dethroning a queen is much more gratifying than spanking a toddler.

He can't describe how good it feels to have the sassy brat face down and ass up, making her kneel, making her bow, nothing but a pretty little kitten, his little pet, ready to repent for all her mistakes, ready to serve out her punishment, ready to tell him how sorry she is as he fucks her hard from behind with his thick hungry cock deep in her poor bratty cunt.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Tomura too loves putting a brat in her rightful place.

Giggling like some maniac as he frightens the sassy confidence right out of her, rendering her into a little squealing piglet, all up for devouring.

So shaky beneath him, under his hands, under his mercy, his unstable mercy.

He makes a real toy of her, has her hopping on his cock as he lays back to idly watch, threatening her in mock cooing whispers, often being breached by a loud madhouse cackle as he watches with insane eyes and a wide toothy smile.

He’ll have her face down doing all the work too, plump and perfect ass raised, shoving his cock deep inside her stomach, commanding her to rock back into him, please him, make him cum or else.

SHINSO HITOSHI

A playful kitten with glistening wilderness in her eyes, tail aloft and swinging slowly from side to side as though she’s compelling him to come amuse her, ears drawn back in suspense as she awaits his answer to whatever bratty thing she’s said. That’s Hitoshi’s favorite.

Someone he can exercise those sadistic gleeful urges on, someone who enjoys running only to be caught, someone who craves that dark attention only he can give her.

Someone who talks to him, not in fear or in spite of what control he can have over her, but because of it, because he is the only one who has the chance at controlling what chaotic madness resides inside her head.

TIP-JAR

[haloshornsinkstains]

Sins of the Past

After the downfall of the Hero Commission triggered by the leaked information on some of their less pleasant activities and inspired by pro hero Izuku Midoriya and his unending optimism on human nature Japan's heros start a programme to reform and rehabilitate villains who want to change. After the initial trial goes well the programme is extended to any villain, imprisoned or not, who wants to change. The LoV want to give change a chance, jail is really boring and they're kinda interested in how the society that let them down has been changed into something better. Especially now Bakugo has shown the world you don't need to fit a certain mould to be a top hero. (Toga may or may not be in this to impress Midoriya, and Twice just wants to follow his friends). One problem though, they've gone through every reform sponsor thrown at them with their bickering, dumbassery and their deeply ingrained behaviours and ideals. Most sponsors aren't even willing to try working with such an infamous and dangerous group, and newbies don't have the backbone to handle them.

Enter y/n l/n, one of the programmes initial trial subjects as a 'difficult case' and reformed villain. Former leader of the powerful Yakuza group "kagetanken-kai", ex lover of one Kai Chisaki and all around bad ass bitch. She is now a respected member of society, working hard in the reform and welfare department of the new Hero Civillian Alliance. She's determined to succeed, to give the former members of the league the chance at a life most of them never had. But is her own past as finished with her as she thought?

Warnings: female reader, swearing, violence, prison system, villains being villains, canon is a suggestion I frequently ignore

Masterlist

Talk Shit Get Hit || The HCA & Friends || They Were Bad Guys

1. Perfectly Reasonable

2. There was a meeting?

3. The first session

4. Chaos Children

5. Little Girl

6. Stupid Teenage Rebel Routine

7. Girls Night

8. I Have a Bad Feeling About This

9. Dragon Hunters

10. Blowing Off Steam

11. Free Entertainment

12. Four Winds Cafe

13. Stop Horny Tweeting

14. Focus Guys

15. Not Another Icyhot

16. It Could Have Been Worse?

17. The Adult Friend

18. Singles Night

19. Ah, Real Villainy

20. Spanish Inquisition

21. Future Housemates

22. Code Red

23. The Plan

24. Get it y/n

25. Moving Day

26. RIP Our Leaders

27. What Do You Know

28. Help Me

29. Besties

30. Emergency

31. Showdown

32. Big Damn Heroes

33. You Look Terrible

34. Someone Pinch Me

COMPLETE

[shig-a-shig-ah]

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.” NSFW Overhaul? :Dc

» pairing: overhaul | chisaki kai x afab!reader

» cw: soft!yandere!kai, noncon/dubcon. 18+ only, minors DNI. 

» a/n: sorry this one took a hot minute, friend!

» wc: 700

Overhaul has never been what could be described as tender. No, everything about the man is rigid, unyielding and uncompromising on even the smallest of matters, and often to a fault. That truth should have made it obvious there was no point trying to escape him, not when he insists on bending everything to his will, but still you'd tried. You'd been more successful than you'd dared to hope, too, though the heroes that found you had failed in the end.

You can only count yourself lucky that he blames them and not you.

But the uncharacteristic nature of his soft touch makes that gentleness hard to trust. Each slow drag of his cock against your inner walls only makes you more nervous, the whimpers he draws from you just as frightened as they are pleased. Because the man atop you—the one rolling his hips languidly and gasping in your ear each time you flutter around his length, the one murmuring sweetly in your ear—is not the man you've come to know.

'Don't you know how worried I was?'

'I'm so glad you came back.'

'There could never be anyone else for me.'

His voice is breathy, reverent in a way you've never heard even though he's said so many of these things before. Overhaul's never been shy about his feelings, about his conviction that he loves you.

Maybe he even does, in his own warped way.

"Darling?" It isn't until he stills, buried inside of you with the tip of his twitching cock nestled against your cervix, that you realize he's asked you something. His voice is still low, but some of that softness has seeped out of it, a stern edge creeping in its place.

"Yes, Kai?" you answer at once, forcing a small smile. He doesn't like when you ignore him, and while you don't trust this gentleness you certainly prefer it over the harshness you've previously endured.

One gloved hand lifts to cup your face, his gold-flecked eyes narrowing slightly. He looks hurt. "I asked if you missed me."

Missed him? As if you could have, as if you'd even had time to—a few hours of freedom was all you'd managed and no, you hadn't missed him, how could you have, why would you have?

You force your smile a little wider. You nod.

"Tell me," he pants, resuming his ministrations, his length plunging in and out of your cunt with lewd squelching sounds, an embarrassing reminder that for all your reluctance, for all your desire to be anywhere but here, your body always does respond to him with unwanted enthusiasm. "Tell me how much."

Your hands fist at the sheets beneath you, and you tell yourself it's in frustration even as you tilt your hips to meet his thrusts, helping him to hit that sensitive spot deep inside, the one that sends pleasant tingles radiating through your belly with every stroke.

"So much," you murmur. "I felt so alone without you."

The words sound hollow even to your own ears, but Kai doesn't seem to notice, or care. His lips are sucking at your earlobe, his hips starting to stutter as he works himself faster. "What about this?" he asks. "Did you miss my cock?"

You nod again, and for a moment when he sinks into you with one especially deep thrust, you worry that you mean it, because your breath is catching, a coil tightening inside that's threatening to snap. "Could never feel this good without you."

He groans, one hand coaxing your leg to wrap around his hips as he pistons them faster, working himself deeper. "Of course you couldn't," he practically purrs, angling himself so that his pelvis catches your clit with every thrust. "You need me to make you feel good, don't you?"

"Yes, f-fuck, yes, Kai." There's an indignity to that admission, but your frustrations—sure to return later—temporarily disappear as you cascade over the edge, clenching around him and crying out as he pounds himself into you.

"Don't worry, darling," he promises, the harshness of his thrusts sending your vision swimming, his voice reverent but resolute when he finally unloads inside you, "they won’t take you away from me ever again."

[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?”

[shorkbrian]

(Needles (aphrodisiacs!), blood, and medical paraphernalia ahead. No outright NSFW, but implied at the end)

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Latex gloves snapped as they stretched over the man’s hands.

You were nervous.

“Sign here. It’s a consent form for the vaccines you’re receiving today.” His voice was level, almost monotone as he placed a clipboard and pen onto the counter next to your chair.

Three vaccines, routine injections.

You’d been putting them off, wary of needles, wary of people having to touch your body. You knew it would be an all-around unpleasant experience, but you had to get it done sometime, no matter how much you tried to avoid it.��

Originally it had just been two shots, but the Doctor, Chisaki Kai, had called back informing you that a third injection would be necessary.

A quick scribble with the pen before the masked man was whisking the clipboard away, confirming you’d signed the papers with a quick glance. He had pretty eyes, you noted - golden iris’s visible above the surgical face mask covering his mouth and nose.

Those pretty eyes snapped to yours, the man looking significantly bored. “All’s in order.” You watched him begin assembling the injections on the counter, needles by bottles, alcohol wipes and bandaids nearby.

“The first will go in your left arm, the second in your right, and the third in your left again. It will hurt.” His bedside manner left something to be desired.

He worked quickly and efficiently, plunging the first needle into a bottle, drawing back the plunger to fill it full of liquid before removing it from the bottle. “Please roll up your sleeves.”

Then he was stepping close, needle in one gloved hand, sterile alcohol swab in the other. You were watching him like a hawk, trying your best not to flinch when the cold wipe came into contact with your exposed upper arm.

A quick glance at your flinch, the slight bit of air hissing through your teeth at nothing but the coldness of the wipe had the man cocking his head, but he said nothing.

“Uhm, can you please-uhm, tell me when you’re about to do it?” You gulp, wide eyes trained on the far wall. Just don’t look at the needle, you’ll be fine.

“You prefer to know when to expect the pain?” It was less a question, more a statement, but you nodded nonetheless. “I’ll count to three.”

“One.” A gloved hand lightly touched your arm.

“Two.” Pointer finger and thumb smoothed over your skin, keeping it taut.

“Three.” There was a pinch, immediately followed by deep burning, stinging pain that had you gritting your teeth and wincing.

-----

The scent of bitter, sterile alcohol filled your nose, harshly jerking you to consciousness. Everything smelled like chemicals, latex and bleach and ammonia - not the most pleasant thing to wake up to.

Opening your eyes was easy, lifting your head not so much. You were slumped in your seat, head resting against the counter at your side, feet planted on the ground.

The doctor was crouched in front of you, a small wipe pinched between his fingers, held up to your nose. Golden eyes studied you closely, and upon seeing your eyes open, lashes fluttering, the doctor withdrew the wipe, subsequently taking away the chemical smell.

“You fainted.”

A blink as you gained your bearings, feeling disoriented and weak. You were still in the exam room, a tiny cramped space with barely enough room for a chair beside the exam table.

You swallowed, throat feeling dry, head fuzzy. God, did you hate needles.

“Have you had this reaction to injections before? It’s not uncommon in patients.”

“I.....no? I don’t-uhm-don’t think so...” It felt funny talking, as if you weren’t inside your body.

The doctor stood abruptly, quickly discarding the ammonia wipe into the trash, stripping his gloves off as well before donning a new pair.

“Stay there while you recover. Are you up for the other two shots today, or would you like to schedule an appointment for them at a different time?”

Why the hell didn’t he just give you the shots while you were unconscious?

“I wanna do it today please.” You sighed, reaching to feel the bandaid on your left arm. “I would hate to have to come back and do this again, know what I mean?”

Nothing else was said, just a brief nod from the man before he disappeared from the room. You shuffled your feet, closing your eyes as you leaned back in the chair. 

“(Y/N)? Do you feel ready to stand?” He was back, standing in the doorway and looking at you.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You rocked up to your feet, rolling down your sleeve as the doctor stepped froward towards the counter. He gathered up the remaining syringes, bottles, and other supplies before stepping around you and back towards the door.

Again, you did your best to not shy away when he passed you, not wanting to make contact. Your skin was so sensitive, you hated touching people, or feeling their clothes brush against your skin. The man didn’t seem to notice, but that was alright. You were used to dodging threatening sensations in your life.

He guided you through the clinic, towards the back where a small office was situated, a comfortable-looking couch against one of the walls. His name wasn’t on the door - you remember now, Doctor Chisaki. 

Or was he a nurse? You didn’t know.

But his name wasn’t on the door. Was it okay to be in this office? Don’t they usually make you wait in the exam room?

“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back shortly.” 

The door clicked shut behind him.

Today was your day off, the entire day devoted to getting your shots done, to overcoming this obstacle, handling the immense stress that came with it. It didn’t bother you to spend it sitting down and playing word searches on your phone. 

But still....

“Don’t patients usually wait in the exam room? Or in the waiting room?” You asked the man as soon as he re-entered the room, stack of paperwork in one hand as he shut the door with the other.

He gave you a once-over, body tucked into the corner of the couch, before he spoke. “Usually, but I want to make sure you don’t pass out where I can’t see you. That’d make me a bad doctor. This isn’t common procedure, sure, but I didn’t expect your body to be so-” weak “-easily indisposed.”

The tone of his voice kept completely level, hardly any emotions showing on his face, but still you felt... chilled by this man. There was no reassurance from him, no compassion or empathy.

“I’ll administer your remaining shots in 45 minute increments, that should give you enough time to recover between each one. You’ll have to lay down for them though, that’s why you’re sitting on that couch.” 

Polite, but it still felt like you were getting talked-down-to. He was patronizing you.

You gave him a curt nod to show you understood, before fumbling your phone out of your pocket to begin passing the time.

Doctor Chisaki sat down behind the empty desk, neatly placing his stack of papers on the wood before taking a sheet off the top and clicking his pen. From where he was sitting, you were in his direct line of sight, and you could feel him glancing at you occasionally as the scribble of his pen and the tapping of your fingers filled the silence.

45 minutes passed quickly, too quickly for your liking. You weren’t looking forward to the next shot.

Same instructions as before - roll up your sleeve, he’d count to three.

But the doctor paused after swabbing your arm clean. “You keep flinching. Am I  hurting you?”

“No, I mean, not really.” You shrugged. “I don’t like it when people touch me I guess, feels funny.”

“Well, try to relax.”

Easy for him to say, hard for you to do.

This time, with you laying down, the shot went much smoother. The doctor counted the three, you hissed in pain at the burning slice of the needle, but retained consciousness. Which frankly, was a success.

“That really hurts.” You breathed as soon as the needle slipped free from your arm. Even thinking about the thin point being in your muscles made you feel queasy. At least you didn’t have to look at it.

“That’s a common side effect. Muscle soreness because the needle is essentially causing a small injury to the fibers, and there are other reasons, but they're more complicated. You want ice?”

“Nah, it’ll be fine. I’ll just deal with it.”

The man blinked. “You have an interesting reaction to pain.”

“Uhhh...” You scrunched up your eyebrows as you glanced up at him, sitting up as you did so. “Thanks?”

“You’re extremely sensitive to tactile stimulation, like to know when you’ll be experiencing pain, but you don’t particularly care about relieving it. Have you ever given blood?”

The question caught you off guard, especially after realizing the man had been analyzing you more closely than you had expected.

“Nah. Does that matter?”

“Not particularly, I’m just curious I guess.” Doctor Chisaki admitted, once again stripping off his gloves and disposing of them before sliding on another pair.

He went back to his paperwork, and you to your phone, but his frequent glances weighed you down. Did you have something on your face? Was your hair messy?

“Could you point me to the bathroom please?” You rose to your feet slowly, making sure you weren’t going to faint as you stood up.

“It’d be better if you stayed seated.” Was his curt reply.

With a frown, you sat back down. Why couldn’t you use the bathroom? Maybe it affected..... something? With the vaccines? You didn’t know enough about how these things worked to really question it. Doctors were professionals, and they had their reasons.

Still, you’d feel a bit more comfortable if the man wasn’t watching you so closely.

45 more minutes of squirming until your next shot.

-----

Lay down.

Roll up your sleeve.

Try to relax.

Deep breathe.

“You smell.”

“What?” Your head snapped to the side, confused. You smelled?

“It’s not bad. What scent is it?”

Blinking back surprise, you relayed the scent on your shampoo and conditioner.  This doctor was a bit... unconventional. But his sudden question did take your mind off of the countdown, off of the pain. Smart.

“My nose is sensitive, most scents are overwhelming and while I like cleanliness I cannot stand the smell of bleach or most cleaning products. I chose the wrong profession for that, didn’t I?”

His version of a joke made you almost chuckle, a lazy grin stretching across your face instead. “You certainly did. You ever try Pine Sol though? That’s what I use for like, everything.”

The doctor shook his head, and you chattered on about the unoffensive-smelling cleaner, where you bought the bottle you have under your sink, how you use it. He listened intently as he plastered another bandaid over your arm.

“Alright, I can go now?” You asked, sitting up for the last time.

“No.”

“No?”

“Vasovagal syncope can still occur, I’d prefer you not faint and bash your head open on the ground. There’d be such a mess.”

Mouth snapping shut at the fancy medical term, you couldn’t help but sigh as you slumped back against the couch. 

“Bored?”

“I’ve been here for almost four hours. You don’t have other patients to get to?” You didn’t think to check the accusatory tone in your voice.

The doctor put aside his pen, folding his hands on the desk as he stared at you with golden eyes. “They’ve been transferred to different doctors. My current patient has taken precedence. I don’t half-ass things like some people, I see my  projects to completion.”

You were a bit taken aback at the vehemence in his voice, the way his eyes dropped to slits, narrowing fiercely at you.

“That’s what it means to be in this profession. I’m here to cure people. I make sure that sickness doesn’t spread between humans like fire in a barn full of hay. What I do is important and deserving of respect, I’m ensuring the survival of humanity, am I not?”

The intense tension in the air built, the doctor staring you down. “I’m close to becoming a renowned doctor. Just one, one breakthrough will finally get the world to see me. ”

He cocked his head, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled beneath the mask. “I thank your efforts in being a volunteer towards my latest project. It’s been a bit difficult to find someone who readily accepted an unknown injection.”

Unknown.. injection?

“What are you talking about?” 

“The second injection isn’t a vaccine, more like a... pet project of mine. I can’t wait to see what it does.”

“You can’t-this is malpractice, I didn’t consent to this-” Your fists clenched as you stood.

“You signed the consent papers. They’ll hold up in court. Most people receive the vaccines you got today when they’re still teenagers, and under their parents care. Lucky for me, you’re afraid of needles it seems, so you’ve been a bit neglectful. Hard to get a parent to sign over their child as a test subject, easy to get a fearful individual to listen to their doctor.”

A twinkle in his eye made you want to punch his lights out. “What the hell dude, you call yourself a doctor? What did you inject me with?”

The man rose from behind the desk, moving until he stood in front of you. “You’ll see soon enough. I’m pleased that you’re so concerned with hygiene, that makes this easier for both of us.”

“What??”

“And you can forget about calling for help, not that you’ll want to. But everyone’s left for the day-” He checked his wrist, where a nice watch gleamed at you mockingly. “45 minutes ago. So feel free to disclose your symptoms as they pop up as loud as you’d like.”

The man sat down on the couch, easily sinking into the plush material looking up at you with a malicious gleam in his eyes. He had been playing you since you’d walked into the clinic. Was this some sort of prank?

“You’re messing with me.”

“I’ve told you, I see my projects to completion. This is the testing stage, and it might be a while before it’s over. Why would I waste time messing with someone else’s dumb little life?’

Your mouth felt dry, face warm. Why did your legs feel all pleasantly tingly? There was a slowly-building heat simmering low in your core, and if you weren’t standing directly in front of Chisaki, you’d rub your legs together. What did he do to you?

“Now, sit down, and tell your doctor what's bothering you.”

[hexpea]

Ch. 2 - Hiru

⚠️MILD NSFW BELOW⚠️

Instead of heading back to the residential hallways where your room was located, you strolled back to the interrogation room to check up on the man you had tortured just moments prior.

You carefully opened the door to find the man sitting in the metallic chair, completely locked and chained. He looked up to see who had entered, only to immediately stiffen and begin to shake around in the chair as if that'd help him escape.

"No, no!" You put your hands out in a calming motion. "Don't worry, I'm not here to torture you!"

The man stopped writhing as you walked closer, body still stiff with your presence he deemed threatening. He looked up at you as you stood in front of him. You gave a sympathetic expression as you still held your new plague mask in one hand at your side.

"We need to know where to find Hiru Sakejo" you explained, "I need to get rid of this quirk." The tone of your voice was nearly begging.

"W-what do you mean?" The advisor trembled as he stared up at you with watery eyes. Your own gaze was piercing, trained on his face.

"If we can find him, we can extract some of his quirk to create an antidote, a vaccine." Your tone had shifted to one of hope. "There's a chance that I'll get to live without hurting people." You felt a knot well up in your throat as you immediately remembered your loved ones, your parents. "And that goes for others with dangerous quirks."

"Y-you'll kill him!" The man spat angrily and you took a few steps back to avoid a few drops of his spit.

"I don't think that's what Overhaul has planned for him," you answered hesitantly and honestly. "I believe he just wants his quirk." You then quickly fell to your knees in front of him, hands perched upon his knees as he nervously looked down at you. "I'm begging you. He has the chance to change the world."

You crept to your room to drop off your mask after your visit with the "guest." From there you headed back toward Chisaki's office where his meeting with Kurono had hopefully ended.

As you stood in front of the door, you could faintly hear their voices. You rolled your eyes to the ceiling and took a deep breath to calm any sort of nerves you had before knocking on the steel door. The voices immediately ceased as soon as they heard your knocking. Kurono was the one to open the door, the steel whining as it was slowly opened. His mask and hood were off, revealing his arrow-pointed hair and steady pout behind purple eyes.

"What do you want?" Kurono asked as you stood in the doorway. "Overhaul hasn't sent for you yet."

"I have the information he wants," you said flatly, not thinking anything of Kurono's hostile tone seeing as he was almost always pissy.

"You have it?" Chisaki piped up from further in the room, quickly walking toward the two of you. You nodded to confirm. "How?"

"I have my ways," you smiled, the picture of you begging like a child in the back of your mind. Little did the "guest" know, you had given him a pleasant hallucination that changed your image to that of a small, innocent child with irresistible doe eyes. He couldn't resist the idea of delivering a child from pain, wondering how a child had gotten so far underground in a building contaminated with Yakuza.

You shared the young man's information that was given to you. Chisaki quickly dismissed Kurono to gather the others and head out to find him.

"Will you hurt him?" You asked once you were alone with him, avoiding eye contact by instead staring at his chest - the knot of his silver tie.

"That depends," he answered, stepping closer to you until you were forced to look past him rather than down at his chest. This increased proximity was completely unlike him, usually choosing to keep a distance with any and everybody. You could feel the heat of his body and it caused your heartrate to easily increase.

"Depends?" You asked, suddenly feeling frustrated at his cool demeanor regarding torture. It was the only thing you detested of his personality. "Can't you just get what you need from him and let him go? That's what you told me. You said..."

"I said," he interrupted you, "but I didn't promise." You felt your nerves beginning to heat up with anger, something you had a hard time controlling. "Besides, there's only one way I can get what I need from him." He was obviously referencing his quirk.

You clenched your fists as the anger continued boil up. Chisaki waited patiently for your attitude-filled response, just waiting for you to break a rule. And, just as he expected, your furious eyes flickered to meet his - your quick activating with the dim glow of your irises.

Hand upon hand, riddled with leprosy, began grabbing and coiling their way around Chisaki's body, latching everywhere including his exposed forearms from his rolled-up sleeves. Your fabricated humans stood behind his still frame moaning and groaning, and though his breathing increased he stood standing and otherwise unchanged as he faced a nightmare.

"I know this is a hallucination, Y/N," he muttered, brows furrowing with his own anger as you continued the rouse. "Your little tricks no longer work on me." Though he understood the illusion, his body still continued to break out in hives.

The hands continued roaming across his body, the humans' pained cries filling his ears as he removed his gloves one by one and shoved them in his coat pocket. All the while, his eyes were trained on yours as he refused to look away - not that it would end your hallucination, as long as you kept your eyes on your target's face it didn't matter.  You didn't feel the least bit threatened by the removal of his gloves. He betrayed your trust with his answers, this not being the first time in the several years you knew him.  You used your peripherals to notice his bare hands, contemplating if he was actually about to touch you or if he was just threatening you.

In a quick flash, you found yourself pinned against a wall - his warm hand wrapped around your throat and tightening. You kept your eye contact, your hallucination still going strong as you could see behind his eyes the smile he had underneath his black, cloth mask.

"Do it," you wheezed with a grin as you felt his fingertips at your jugular, "Overhaul."

"You're testing my patience," he growled as his grip somehow slightly loosened, the cocky smile leaving his eyes as his free hand came up to his own face and tore the mask down around his chin. Your eyes widened from the shock, being only inches away from you - closer than he ever had before to the point where you could feel his breath over your face.

You could sense he was about to activate his quirk, feeling a slight tingling sensation beginning to form underneath the light grasp - but he did something else entirely.

Just as his lips met yours, your eyes snapped shut and the illusion you created dissipated. Your hands quickly came up and gripped his upper arms, eyes opening slowly as you adjusted to the foreign feeling. His face was covered in splotches, the allergic reaction nearly covering his entire visible body at this point. As your grip on his arms softened, he pinned you further to the wall using his pelvis - his mouth leading the moment and moving until you finally caved in and allowed human nature to take over. You had no idea that this was something you had wanted from him, but your body was accepting him well - your heart fluttering rapidly in your chest.

"Kai..." you gasped breathlessly when he pulled away, expression of complete shock on your face. "You're covered in hives."

He began scratching his cheek and neck as he relaxed his body. He gave a single chuckle to your obvious observation. "Yes," he continued giving a soft smile, still close to you as the hives slowly went down. His demeanor shifted once more, "Y/N..." a small light flickered behind your eyes at the sound of your given name, "I've wanted to do that for some time."

"That doesn't make sense," you blushed as he took a step away to give you some space. You came away from the wall and relaxed your muscles. "You don't touch anybody. Are you feeling alright? Are you sick?" You teased, coming closer to him again with the back of your hand held out in his direction - thinking he'd start to back up as he usually would from your playful taunting, but instead he allowed your hand to meet his forehead.

"I'm perfectly okay," he answered, looking up at your hand.

You pulled it away, revealing another fresh patch of hives from your touch. "Kai, this isn't funny...what's going on with you today? Did someone get you with some kind of quirk?"

"I'm not kidding around," his face fell into a frown. You were still shocked that he had his mask off in front of you, it still scrunched at the bottom of his chin. "And it wasn't someone's quirk."

Just as he was about to continue that sentence, Kurono burst into the room with great urgency. Chisaki quickly pulled up his mask before it could be noticed.

"Sir!" Kurono said through his mask. "We have him."

"That was fast," you muttered angrily to yourself, hating Kurono for interrupting the most interesting thing to happen to you in years.

"Perfect!" You could hear Chisaki's happiness as snatched his plague mask and darted out of the room with them.

You slowly followed the excited pair to one of the containment chambers. When you got there, the other members were also present. The young man was lying on an angled table with his wrists and ankles in tight shackles attacked to said table.  The thing that interested you the most was the presence of Irinaka Joi. His usually small body was in its "normal" state - his blond hair spiked up and he had been wrapped in a blanket.

"Mimic, what the hell happened?" You asked, scoffing at his nude form with a sideways smile. Chisaki and Kurono were busy tending and examining the young man who was knocked out cold.

"That kid happened," he used his head to motion toward his lying form. "His quirk is cancellation, after all."

"O-kay," you looked at the man in confusion, Irinaka's explanation not giving much context for you to understand.

"You get clllose enough to him, yourrr quirk turns off," Sakaki Deidoro slurred and pointed toward the table with a bottle in his hand.

"And yet you're still drunk," you muttered as you walked toward the table, ignoring the rest of the Hassaikai. "So, how will you get it out of him if your quirk doesn't work?" You asked Chisaki.

"He's only out cold," Kurono answered for you, pulling his hood down and removing his mask to reveal his hair in normal strands instead of the usual chunky arrows. "He can't control it unless he's conscious. So we'll need to make sure he remains awake during the process."

"Process?" You were afraid to ask.

"Tearing him apart and putting him back together again," Kurono looked back toward the table as Chisaki did his own thing, taking blood samples and whatnot.

"Kai, you told me you wouldn't hurt him," you brought it up again. "You said you just wanted his quirk." You noticed a vein appear on top of Kurono's head as you used Chisaki's given name. He had always had a stick up his ass with how close you were to him, "taking his spot as his right-hand man." You always tried to reassure him that wasn't the case, but it never stuck no matter how many times you explained.

"It can't be avoided. We have no other means," Chisaki turned to face you, gripping a few vials of blood. He gave a shocked expression after seeing your face as your usually iridescent eyes had faded to a normal, more human color with the deactivation of your quirk. You had no idea that had happened. "You're all dismissed," he looked at each one of the Eight Bullets including Kurono and Irinaka.

You were also included in that dismissal, but you stayed behind as Chisaki slid the vials into a centrifuge. You glanced down at the sleeping figure on the table. He looked so peaceful, but it was obviously not for long.  You hated that you couldn't escape the selfishness of others no matter where you went. The way Chisaki was able to just put others through pain without second thought for his own agenda bothered you, but you agreed with his agenda - at least for yourself, which was also selfish. That inner turmoil haunted you.

"He will be the last," Chisaki began speaking again, turning around from the counter he had been working at. He ripped off his latex gloves in exchange for new ones, sliding them on his hands as he walked back in your direction. He also pulled off his plague mask, revealing his open face to you once again. "Because of him, we can cure the world."

It sounded so simple, so logical, to you. Sacrifice one for the betterment of all rather than let others suffer with uncontrollable quirks. You couldn't argue with that logic and decided to quell your anxious thoughts and set them aside for now.

"I just hope this all works out," you mumbled, moving your gaze back toward Chisaki's throat. He gently took your chin in-between his thumb and index fingers to tilt your eyeline to his again. "Why?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Like I said earlier, I don't want any formalities between us anymore," he repeated and slowly leaned in, your body completely frozen in disbelief as his lips met yours once again.

This touch was much softer than how he had approached earlier. His grip on your chin moved to caress your cheek though the latex texture lacked any sort of intimacy compared to the passionate way his lips moved.  You allowed your eyes to flicker shut and your body to relax into his, your hands coming up to his chest against the soft polyester of his black button-up.

Breathlessly, he parted from you - looking down at your lips through low lids as your eyes darted about his face. You found yourself wanting more from the Yakuza leader, your true feelings for him awakening with the spark of physical touch.

"I need to finish up some things here," he said softly, brushing his thumb against the soft skin of your cheek. His face and arm were covered in red splotches, but they didn't seem to bother him. "I'll come by your room in a few hours." It was a statement but the look in his eye asked for permission.

"O-kay," you stuttered out, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as he pulled his hand away and into his pants pocket where he pulled out his black, cloth mask.

Drunk off the new sensation in your chest, one you hadn't felt in years, you staggered out into the hallway once more - making your way back to your room for the night. Chisaki turned back to his work, continuing to take preliminary vitals on his new "patient."

Things didn't change much underground. You were used to the same routine day in and day out, your dreams speckled with nightmares of those you had tortured for the sake of the cause. You figured that once the deed was complete, you'd be forced back into the open world - quirkless - where you could begin a normal life.  But this sudden change changed everything about that idea...and you welcomed it.

[iwajima]

stuck with me (suna rintarou x f!reader)

KINKTOBER 2020 DAY 2

summary: Suna is obsessed with you. Anything you do turns him on.

a/n: Uhm… I accidentally wrote squirting into this even tho it was meant for another day, i’ll change the daishou&kuroo day...

warnings: yandere!suna, somnophilia, smut/nsfw 18+ dubcon, predatory behavior, abusive relationship...lowkey..., creampie, squirting.

word count: 2.6k

He could feel his blood pump faster. The more he looked at how vulnerable and innocent you looked, fast asleep on his couch, the more enraptured he grew. He sure was lucky you were his. Suna met you in his third year of highschool, you had transferred schools and finding friends was hard for you. Your timidness and naivety was what drew him to you. You were always alone, found in hidden places.

Suna first saw you when you sat in the bleachers, watching the inarizaki team practice late after school. You looked so intrigued by it, the absolute talent and skill had you looking in awe. He wondered what you were doing there, late at night when everyone had already gone home. He doubts any of his teammates knew who you were, he barely even recognizes your face, so who were you? Every night practice was on, you were always there, watching with full attention.

It was late after practice, he and Atsumu were left to pack up due to their constant chattering and bickering. Suna finds you on your phone when he leaves the gym, looking worried at the screen. You were nervously biting your lip, you looked like you were contemplating something, and the tiny hint of fear on your face made him strangely worry for you. He stops in his tracks, curiosity drawing him closer to you.

“Oi Suna-” Atsumu pauses when he sees that his teammate wasn’t by his side and smirks when he sees him walking towards you.

Atsumu looks at you, a brow rising at your unfamiliar face. He was surprised by the fact that Suna was approaching you, he wouldn’t have pegged him to be the type to confront girls. Without warning, your phone was taken from your hands. Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up when you see who was looking at your texts.

“H-hey! Give it back!” You pleaded, jumping around to reach the height of his hand high above.

“Mm..?” His eyes squint at the brightness of your screen as he reads the conversation.

Chisaki

    Oi ___, why don’t you come meet me after school tomorrow, I promise it would be fun.

____

     No, I can’t. I have to study for the upcoming exams.

Chisaki

     The one in five months? Oh come on now. I’m sure you can spare time for me, You don’t want everyone to know what you did, now did you?

Suna furrows his brows in curiosity at his text. What did he mean by what you did? Was it really that bad that you looked terrified by it? Before he could read the rest, your phone was snatched from his grasp. He turns his head to Atsumu, glaring at him.

“Now, now Suna, that wasn’t very nice.” He says playfully.

Atsumu politely smiles at you, returning your phone to you. You shyly mutter a thank you. You were beyond embarrassed. How could he do that shamelessly, acting like the phone belonged to him? You couldn’t bear being with the two strangers for another second, so you turn your heels and start rushing home. Before you could even go far, Atsumu catches up to you, blocking your path as he towers over you.

“Where are you going little bird?” His smile was far from genuine, it had a sinister undertone that made you feel uncomfortable, you knew something didn’t feel right.

“Oi.”

Suna knew what he was doing. He was trying to prey on you, to add you to his sick little list of girl’s he’s been with. Now that he was captain, his ego grew even more and so did his reputation. All the attention made him believe he could get what he wanted, even his brother was irked by him. Before Atsumu could twirl a strand of your hair around his finger, Suna roughly grabs his wrist, sending him daggers. Atsumu smirks at his action, they both knew it was going to be a competition. He snatches his wrist back and scoffs before returning his attention to you.

“You sure are pretty. I’ve never seen you before, you must be new. What were you doing all alone late at night hm? It’s pretty dangerous you know. Why don’t you come find me tomorrow? I’ll be your new friend.” He winks at you, testing Suna’s patience as he inches closer to you.

You were frozen. It took you a while to realize what was happening. You were being surrounded by two of the Inarizaki volleyball players, you were beyond intimidated. If you were to run, you couldn’t have. Suna had blocked your path from behind while Atsumu blocked the path in front of you. They were close enough that you could feel their heat radiating from their bodies, your senses were put on alert mode that you couldn’t think of anything to do.

“That’s enough.” Suna says sternly, eyes never leaving Atsumu.

Atsumu was visibly enjoying this. The way you bit your lip to the way you tried your best to avoid eye contact. Suna would never admit it, but so did he. He could almost feel you shake in fear against him. He wonders how scared you could get to make him break his character and unleash the unrestrained monster inside of him.

After that interaction, you spent more time with the third year volleyball players. Suna was strangely social, his team noticed, only when he’s with you though, they’ve never seen him like that. Whenever you came to practice, he’d greet you, gave you food and sat with you for a while to have a pleasant conversation before practice starts. He was unusually… mellow, but his friends were glad that at least one person was able to make him softer.

Atsumu didn’t stop with his flirting, chased after you and was constantly around you when you’re not with Suna whether it be before school, during or after, he was always in your company. He was persistent for sure, constantly trying to woo you with gifts, buying you flowers and insisting that he takes you out every once in a while. You mistook this for interest, not knowing that he just wanted to have the first taste. Suna was absolutely furious when he saw you marked up by his filthy mouth and hands. It was like he had defiled and ruined what was his to indulge in. He knew he shouldn’t have waited too long and let Atsumu be around you, you were after all so naive and weak, a bastard like Atsumu could easily manipulate you into sleeping with them.

It took extreme control for him to not kill Atsumu. Atsumu had never seen his teammate like this, absolutely furious, eyes wide in anger as words that stung like his punches escaped his mouth. Atsumu had to beg for him to stop, and to him it was the most embarrassing thing he did. Yielding. Losing. Especially to Suna.

When the team hears that Atsumu is out of commission for a while, they were absolutely bewildered. They all stared in shock when they came to visit him. Who could have beaten him so bad that he didn’t even say a single word. If something like this were to happen, he would bitch continuously until the team would cut their own ears off. Even Osamu didn’t know, he was worried but a part of him kind of liked seeing his brother get what he deserved. Atsumu didn’t dare look at Suna in the eyes, he would scurry away whenever he was within his vicinity.

Instead of being furious with you for being so stupid, Suna embrasses you in a tight hug, hand stroking your hair gingerly, leaving you confused by his sudden affection. He keeps his face nuzzled into your neck, savouring each breath he takes as he inhales your scent. You smelled divine to him. He wanted to keep you all to himself, and he did.

Wherever you went, whatever you did, Suna had to be there, at the very least had to know every single thing you did if you were out alone, which were on very rare occasions. You wished you could go to the supermarket without him coming, but hey, he was protecting you and making sure you were safe right? He didn’t even let you attend college, get your license or get your own job, he insisted he could provide for both of you. And you agreed. Because he loves you, right? You didn’t have any friends, just like your highschool self. But Suna is all you need… right?

You once tried to sneak out, in hopes that you could step outside without his company just to breathe the fresh air. When he sees you reach for the doorknob, he asks you where you were going, the way he said it made you immediately run back to him, swearing that you were just going to clean it.

He punished you by fucking you into your shared mattress all night, by the end of it you were tear-stained and comepletely tired, body unable to move a single inch. He has you wrapped around his finger, a part of you absolutely adored him, he was kind to you, loving, for the most part. But whenever you see his other side, you wished you had never stepped into that gym.

Suna trails a finger from your ankle to your hip. You were wearing a thin silky night dress and he could see your perked nipples through the fabric. He couldn’t control himself. He carefully carries you, trying his best not to wake you up, before he places you on your soft shared bed.

He just wanted to see how you would react if you were to wake up with his cock inside of you. Would you panic or would you smile up at him in adoration like you always do when he thrusts into your little cunny?

His hands run up on the side of your hips, pulling the skimpy dress above your breasts. He latches his mouth to your nipple, making you squirm in your sleep. Your soft skin was being touched all over by his calloused hands. A finger hooks itself to your panties before pulling them off smooth legs.The pads of his fingers run up along your wet slit, collecting the juices to cover your clit with it as he massages tight circles against it.

You were moaning, but you were still unconscious. He wasted no time in spreading your legs and lips before moving his mouth to your bundle of nerves. His tongue was pressed harshly on your clit before they prodded your entrance and sank it into your tight cunt.

The sound of wetness bounced off the walls, the fact that he made you so wet, especially in your sleep, made his head feel dizzy again. He brings his tongue back up to your clit, swirling around it before sucking on the sensitive spot. He inserts a finger followed by another, in order to stretch you out for his cock. Although he would love to just immediately delve into your cunt, he wanted to be gentler with you since you had been such a good girl for him all week.

No matter how many times he fucked you, you were still as innocent and shy as you were in highschool. And he loved that about you. A hand slithers itself back up to your tit, pinching and rubbing the sensitive nipple around his fingers. When he feels your hole tighten around his fingers, he thrusts his fingers faster into your cunt, massaging the spongy spot over and over again, sucking harshly on your nub until you finally come, your juices gushing out of you. He really made you squirt in your sleep.

You moaned, blinking your eyes to adjust to the light as you raise your head, to see Suna covered in wetness between your thighs. He was licking up every drop, making your face heat up at the sight, He made you cum in your sleep.

“R-rintarou…” you say sleepily.

He laughs, “I know baby.”

He moves to hover above you, kissing your forehead before caressing your body. Your eyes were still hazed with fatigue. You looked so adorable, confused and tired. He shushes you, urging you to fall back asleep and let him take care of your body. You oblige, softly apologizing that you were too tired to please him.

He strokes his cock a few times before pushing his tip up and down your slit, the feeling of your arousal coating his dick making him even harder. He plays with your cunny, slapping your clit a few times with his head before finally sinking into your pussy. He didn’t waste time and immediately bottoms out, grunting at the feeling of your warm walls clamping down on him. You were still in and out of sleep, but you felt like your entire body was on fire.

He starts off slow, relishing the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls. He picks up the pace as he grows impatient to catch his release. His mouth encases your nipple in warmth, sucking and licking it, feeling the nub harden again.The sounds of skin slapping fills his ears as his mouth squelches from your wet nipple.

You were both moaning, not caring if your neighbours heard you. He was sure they’d enjoy your sweet moans, they probably jacked off to the idea of his precious little ___ being fucked nice and good. After all, Suna knew your neighbours because they were in his volleyball team.

Your wetness begins to soak the sheets under you. Normally Suna would try to minimize the amount of mess when the two of you fuck, but after you squirting all over his face and torso, he couldn’t hold back, he needed you to do it again. He circles your clit once again with harsh figure eight’s as his mouth continues to lap at your tits, adding vibration as he moans around them.

He feels your walls begin to spasm, increasing his speed to help you reach your high. Your walls hug his cock tightly, as you release warm juices around his length, spraying his lower torso, balls and thighs. You moaned loudly when he continues to fuck your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you.

You were fully awake by now, it was impossible to fall asleep when Suna was fucking you this good. His eyes were glued onto your bouncing tits, he was fucking you so hard and fast that the headboard slammed against the walls.

“Rintarou...p-please cum i-in me!” you choke out, you could feel another release coming and it was coming hard.

“Fuck- i’m gonna fuck my cum into you until you have a little cumtum, would you like that?” He kisses you before licking your neck and leaving a few bites.

“Y-yes please! I-i wanna be full o-of your cum Rintarou!” You whine.

His trusts grow sloppy before he pushes his head against your cervix, releasing his cum into your womb as your cunt spasms again and squirts all over his lower half. He keeps his cock in you, not wasting a drop of sperm.

He sighs and proceeds to take out his cock out of your spent walls. He looks down at your pussy, laughing when a thought pops into his head, thinking you look like a custard donut. His eyes stared at the mess you made, the sheets were drenched and so was he.

“Fuck ___… look at what your little cunny did, aren’t you embarrassed?” he teases.

Your cheeks blush when you see how much you squirt, curling into yourself to hide your body as you feel slight shame. Suna smirks down at you, before leaving your face with kisses that made you squirm. He gets up to turn off the lights and returns to you, not bothering to clean the bed. He spreads your arms and legs again before nuzzling into you and laying on your fatigued body.

As thoughts pass by in his head, he remembers the first moment he interacted with you. He never found out about what that guy wanted from you and what you did.

[after-witch]

White Picket Fence [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: White Picket Fence [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis: You’ve been with Kai Chisaki for three years. Your life is quiet and cozy and soothing. But what do you do when you realize you want more?

For request: Anonymous said: i love the way you write overhaul!! may i request more of him, please? what would he do if reader develops stockholm syndrome and wants to do the things which normal couples do, even wants to marry him or have kids? thank you!

Word count: 2200-ish

notes: yandere, stockholm syndrome

You should really ask Kai to get a new sofa for his office. His current one, the leather one which used to be shiny and pristine and rather intimidating for someone used to sitting on ratty chairs pilfered from curbs, has definitely seen better days. 

The seats are lumpier, now that you've spent years--3 years, one month, 3 days, but who's counting--in his life, sprawling on the sofa. Reading, napping, doing endless hobbies. Snuggling, when he was in the mood. An endless parade of legs and limbs, pillows and books, growing tiny scratches etched with your fingernails that you sit on to cover them up.

His entire office has your touches, now. The blanket you asked for last Christmas, a big fluffy bright purple affair, is draped over the back of the couch. He keeps your framed embroidered pieces on his desk, because--you assume, but he won't confirm, because he thinks it will hurt your feelings (it won't!)--he can easily stow them away when he has meetings to hold. You don't embroider much, anymore, but it was fun to take on a new hobby.

Kai is kind like that, to give you new hobbies to do. He doesn’t even mind when you get bored of them and move on to something else.

Your books are not as easy to stow away in case of guests, you think. They're scattered here, there, everywhere. In stacks, on shelves. You know there's one stuck under the sofa but you didn't really like the first book in the series and you've decided it should stay put as a result.

Bookmarks, some handmade, others handed over by Kai as a gift for this or that, sticking out of the well-worn pages. Once, you snuck on YouTube during your highly limited, highly precious tablet time (earned, as it were, over the past 2 years) and stumbled on a DIY for making resin bookmarks stuffed with trinkets, glitter, flowers, ink. You’ve yet to broach the subject with Kai, because one, it would mean admitting you snuck on YouTube but two, you don’t think he’ll let you work with resin. But, still. The seed has been planted and when it sprouts, you’ll get the nerve to ask him.

Your sleeping bag is in the laundry, wherever the laundry happens to be, but on colder days you like to spread it on the floor and have reading or hobby marathons while he works. It's childish, but he humors you. He always (mm, no--usually--he did shoot down requests for the dog, the cat, the fish, the rabbit, and the lizard) humors you. You appreciate that about him.

And you appreciate this moment, right now. You're curled up on the sofa, half of the soft blanket in your lap to keep you warm. A book is in your hand, something new from the best-seller list that Kai brought home in a tidy store bag. He brings lots of gifts, and you appreciate every one of them. Although Kai does make you declutter every month. If you didn’t, your room would be simply stuffed with gifts. You don’t begrudge him this, since he lets you keep anything that’s especially precious to you. It’s a fair trade--you’re precious to him and he keeps you, after all.

He's typing away on his laptop, the sound so familiar that it's practically white noise, and you sit on the couch and read. It's quiet. It's comforting. It's... domestic, really.

And it makes you sad.

Lately, sitting in Kai’s office--these quiet moments, these nice moments, just make you sad. You don't know why. Things are good right now, but you just feel weighted down, heavy. Lost and bored and aimless.

But it shouldn’t make you sad that you’re enjoying a new book. Maybe you’re sad about something else. You can’t remember having a bad dream. The outfit Kai picked out for you this morning was cute enough. You didn’t stub your toe getting into the tub. Kai didn’t tug on your hair when brushing out the knots. So… what’s wrong?

You turn your attention back to your book, trying to shake the feeling, shake the obtrusive thoughts that sometimes find their way to the surface now and then. But the words don't want to leap off the page, weaving a story in your mind that takes you into someone else's life and narrative and world for a few precious hours.

And here, again--you don’t know what’s wrong. It’s an interesting enough book, as books go. It's a domestic novel about domestic squabbles, a husband and wife who are 15 years and 3 children into their marriage; living in the pristine suburbs, tired of working and parenting and painted fences and tired of each other.

Maybe the book isn't clicking because you can't really relate. You would never get tired of such things, you think. To have a fence! Oh, to have a yard. Or maybe even have little children, with lives to manage and nurture. Wouldn’t that be nice?

You don't have those things. No--you can't have those things, can you? Your world has been shrunk down to a few rooms. Your bedroom. The bathroom. Kai's office. The clinic. You've made those rooms cozy and comforting. With things and time. But how could you have a toddler, a fence, a dog that barks too much in these limited walls, in this limited life?

And… how could you have any children running around when Kai has never expressed an interest in that sort of life with you. Oh, you've kissed. A few times. The memory of them makes your cheeks hot and you squirm, just a little, on the couch. You like to take those kisses with you at night, under the covers. But it's never been more than kisses, than light touches, than holding hands or feather-light strokes of your neck.

He's never gone further, never so much as asked. You also take this realization with you at night, though by morning the thoughts are gone. Now, in the daylight, they hit you hard and you can’t sleep to make them go fuzzy and grey.

Does he not want you in that way? You're not a virgin, and you don't know if he is, or isn't. But you thought you were attractive enough to... want. You kissed, he did kiss you, he does still kiss you now and then, but why not something more?

Maybe you were ugly. Maybe he felt pity for you. Maybe the kisses were just to keep you from going stir-crazy inside these walls and this life that never went anywhere. He was never going to want anything more than occasional touches, was he? And this was going to be your life, embroidering and reading and fussing about sleeping bags until you were old and grey and useless. A life wasted, a life slipped through the cracks. Your chest hurts and you wish you could fall asleep to make yourself stop thinking.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" Kai asks, keyboard silent, laptop humming.

Oh. You've been staring ahead this entire time. You feel cool tears wet on your cheeks. You do this sometimes, drift and stare and cry, and never seem to realize it. So you wipe your cheeks, and you smile. You don't want to worry him. He has so many things to worry about, things he won't tell you, because he knows best--you couldn't hope to understand his work. You are too naïve and kind, and he's got what your 90s-era self help books (you had a phase for reading them last January) call "street smarts."

When he doesn't resume his work, you try again. "It's nothing," you say, light and airy. "I was just thinking about a book."

Instead of typing, he shuts the laptop and your stomach immediately feels like it's going to float away. No, no, no, you've distracted him. He said he had a lot to do today, he said that! Why couldn't you just read your book and be good. Now he'll be upset and distracted and worried and it's all your fault.

You instinctively move over to make room as he sits down on the couch. You don't want to look at him, but you don’t want to not look at him. So you force yourself to smile, force yourself to look--not too happy, but, pleasant, and keep your eyes focused on his shoulders. He rests his hand on top of yours. You look up at his face--it’s only polite, it’s only kind--and the instance your gazes meet you immediately crumble. You cry. Ugly cry, the kind of crying you really hate to do. His look of surprised concern makes your heart twist. You really are bothering him.

But you have to know.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" Your voice is soft and hoarse and aching. Through your tears you see his look of genuine confusion, surprise--and even something sadder, something akin to hurt.

You want to explain. You want to explain how you've just realized that you'll never have kids and a nice big yard and he'll never come home from work to a good meal and kids running on hardwood floors to greet him. You'll never have a wedding with a fancy dress and tasteful invitations. You'll never argue with neighbors about your dog getting into their yard. 

You'll never learn to cook anything more than the shitty microwave meals you ate before you met him, because you've never even seen a kitchen in this place despite being here for years. You’ll never have any of it, except what you read about it books. How do you explain that you’re jealous of a bitter, old married couple because at least they had a life together?

The hand resting on top of yours squeezes and you finally feel the blustery courage to let it all spill out. The words come tumbling fast and thick and laced with a froggy hoarseness.

"Why can't we have a normal... a normal life? I can't have," you swallow, and take a shuddering breath. You're open, you've learned so many lessons to be open with Kai, but expressing these thoughts makes you feel queasy. What if he gets mad? 

“I can't have kids and a big yard and a dog that the neighbors don't like, because I'm here, in these little--these little walls and little rooms, and how can we have kids if we're not married, and how can we be married if you've only kissed me a few times? Why don't you want to be with me? What's wrong with me?"

You're hyperventilating now, and there's an old tingle that you've suppressed, the fear and rage and helplessness that once made you scream and throw and punch walls. You think about the book under the sofa and hate it so much for being there. You think about your embroidery sitting prettily on Kai’s desk and you want to rip out every single thread.

You think you really break open, about to grab something and just destroy it, when suddenly Kai’s gloved hands are on your cheeks and his mask is gone and oh, his lips are on yours and is that tongue you feel--it is, it definitely is--and he’s never kissed you like this, deep and warm and soft and wet.

He pulls away and you’re dumbfounded and you must look dumb, too, because Kai wipes away a stubborn line of drool on your bottom lip and chuckles, low and light. He leaves the ugly, thick tears that have stained your cheeks.

“Do you really think I don’t want to be with you?” His thumb strokes your lips and the seam of the glove tickles and sends a hot thrill shooting down your stomach. “Do you think I haven’t imagined our… future?”

His touch is soft and his words are soft and his gaze is familiar and comfortable; the look that makes your stomach do fumbles, the look he gives you when he’s letting you know that you’re being silly again.

“I… I don’t know,” you say, your shaky breath ghosting over his thumb. “It’s just--”

He presses his thumb on your lips and you quiet down, and you listen.

“I’m waiting until you’re ready. You know that I know what’s best for us, what’s best for you, don’t you?”

You nod.

“Then you know that we will have all those things--” you ignore the voice inside you, so small and silly now, that’s insisting you-won’t-you-won’t-you-won’t--- “but only when you’re ready.”

He smiles, and you smile, because you know that he’s right. You wipe away your own tears and grin, sheepish and feeling so ridiculous for having a fit right in the middle of the day like this.

You let yourself be tucked in, let Kai drape the soft blanket over your legs. He presses a kiss to your forehead and your lips tingle with envy. You watch as he goes back to his desk and sits down, as he replaces his gloves and his mask. All is well, all is back to normal.

Kai starts typing, and you let the white noise soothe you as you pick up your book and flip open to your bookmark. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask about the resin.