#Chisaki without mask

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Izuku, Dabi, Overhaul, and Hawks with gn darling who has severe acne

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about surgery.

A/N: these are all my comfort characters and since June is Acne Awareness Month, I decided to write this and post this.

I hope you enjoy and remember, you all matter and I love you for being you.

Deku / Izuku Midoryia:

This green boy loves everything about you, especially your face. No matter how you wake up, to him: you always look like a Greek statue ready to be admired every second of the day.

Breakouts are normal. It happens to everyone. When it does occur, Izuku is right behind you, comforting you and making sure you feel as perfect as you are - kissing those marks and going as far as to participate in your care routine to feel less alone.

If you want to, Izuku is more than happy to take vitamins or anti-inflammatory medications to help you. With the help of the internet, he’s prone to come up to you and introduce things you may have not tried; using this as an excuse to get closer to you.

If you decide to wear makeup, he will help find the best types of face cleansers and foundations, making sure they don’t cause you to have a massive breakout.

If you ever are insecure, Izuku will comfort you by giving you cuddles; his beefy arms wrapping around you as he kisses your face. Reminding you that those dots on your face make you look more perfect. You are incredibly attractive.

Dabi:

He thinks you’re beautiful, no matter the marks you may see as a nuisance. He finds nothing wrong with acne, as it’s normal. The acne doesn’t bother him, therefore, it shouldn’t bother you.

But, with insecurities and social media standards, it’s hard to continue on the day without feeling insecure. With this said, Dabi is quite blunt about comforting you about your insecurities; going as far as to ask ‘why’ you think that you’re somehow unattractive because of these marks.

While his main thing is to never offend you or make you feel bad - he just doesn’t understand the reason you’re insecure. Nevertheless, if you are standing in front of a mirror or having a bad mental day, Dabi will help you as best as he can. Though, he does understand what it’s like to feel insecure and think bad things about yourself, especially with things you can’t control. He often tells you that you’ve seen the real him - his hair, his smile, and his purple-burnt skin that you love to kiss. You’ve grown to love it, which made him start to love it as well. Slowly but surely, he’ll make you realize that you are just as pretty as he states every single day.

Dabi is… not the best at comfort. But he will try. His best bet with comforting is a type of distraction, whether getting your favorite snacks and drinks or putting a comfortable movie on whilst cuddling is the best he can do. Kissing your face as he tells you about the things he did for that day. Sure, it won’t help the spots, but it’ll help the way you feel.

He’s 50/50 to do face masks or skin care routines with you. I mean… by his face, he’s needed for it. But, he’s more hesitant to try things, especially if it’s new. But, if it makes you feel better, Dabi is adamant about finishing it with you; staying up pretty late, and putting on music while you two make a mess in the bathroom as he tries to mess with you.

Dabi is quite often kissing your face, especially your cheek and lower neck. No matter the complaints you push out, he will shush you and continually kiss you.

Overhaul / Kai Chisaki:

He doesn’t care about your acne, as much as he’s a clean freak and loves organized areas, he views you as his deity - a person of much perfection. In his eyes, nothing can be wrong with you.

Overhaul often wears his mask with you, but with your insecurity, he will take it off around you so you feel at least comfortable and less alone. In his mind, if he shows his vulnerability towards you, you will feel less alone and more appreciative towards yourself.

Like Dabi, he’s not the best at comforting you when you’re insecure. While he will try his best, distraction is also the best for him. At times, Overhaul can be blunt and you may take it the wrong way. This leads to him suggesting things, even if you didn’t ask for them; offering to do face masks and facial cream with you, and even going as far as to ask if you’d prefer surgery or laser treatment.

While he never tries to offend you, much like Dabi, he doesn’t see the reason why you’re self-conscious. Just because society views it as ‘disgusting’ or ‘not attractive’ makes him confused. It’s just spots, it’s no biggie. Nevertheless, Kai will help you with whatever you want.

If you decide to wear makeup, Kai will treat you the same, complimenting you if you decide to change it up to something brighter or more design-like. He notices the slightest things, which Kai observes from your reactions, and smiles underneath his mask whenever you take his compliments in.

Kai overall really hates seeing you upset by the marks. So, on a particular day when you feel bad, he will have your comfort food delivered to you and sit next to you - letting you pick whatever movie or TV show to watch as he bluntly rubs your back.

Hawks / Keigo Takami:

Keigo doesn’t see a problem with your acne. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s part of human biology. He finds you attractive - even if you woke up from the night before from roughhousing.

Some days are indecisive, yesterday was fine but today, you wake up with a huge breakout and a headache. With this, Keigo is a huge help. Each morning, he makes sure to give you ibuprofen, reminding you to take it easy for the day as he pecks kisses along your neck, promising to get your favorites after work whilst getting ready to leave for work - late yet again.

If you are ever insecure, Hawks will get a bit dumbfounded. How are you upset with yourself? You are so pretty, don’t you realize that? But, with more thoughts about social media and their standards - he gets a bit sad. Of course, he’ll immediately comfort you but he’s unsure what to do until a few days later.

In the next few days, Hawks will be pampering you with a bunch of kisses, hugs with his wings, and gifts. A lot of the gifts include things that are comforting to you, including food and drinks, some more blankets, rare figures from those TV shows and movies you adore, and some vitamins he thought would help with your acne.

While you may feel insufficient and start listing the things you hate about yourself, including the acne, Keigo will immediately wrap you in his wings and kiss your mouth shut with his, making sure to make you laugh out loud as he tells you everything about what he loves about you (and I mean everything)

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[tonberry-yoda]

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Write for Kai Chisaki 🙏😳😏 PLEASEEEE 🙏 🥵

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Proud of Me - Kai Chisaki

notes: I LOVE THIS MAN AND HAVENT WROTE FOR HIM YET SO HERE! me and my plague doctor obsession can't help but love this man, so thank you for the request, this was really fun to write lol

word count: 688

You never often saw Kai's lips, but when you did, it was always for a reason. He would be taking a sip of water, his soft lower lip squishing from the glass cup. He would be eating with you, quite a distance away, but enough for you to see his entire face.

He would kiss you with those lips.

Rarely, yes. He would never just kiss you for the fun of it. He needed to get himself prepared to touch your skin. He would never give you that time to prepare, of course, because it would always be a surprise.

You could be sitting and doing work when you feel his soft gloved hands grab both sides of your face. He would smile at you and press his soft lips to yours, making you melt. His face would be broken out, covered in hives and bright red, but a smile would be plastered along his lips before he would lower the mask and walk away.

You could be relaxing and see Kai walk in rubbing the back of his neck before he walks up to you and slides down his mask, straddling you. He would always smile before his lips touched yours. Even if faint, the corners of his lips would always cock into the shape of a little smile before his they would brush against yours. He would always whisper something against your lips that would cause you to shudder and pull him closer.

He told you that he didn't mind the hives after you kissed, but you knew he did.

He washed his lips after every kiss, but it didn't mean that he hated you.

So why did it still hurt?

One day, you were exahusted and ventured to the woods behind your house. The only thing there were trees and an old playground that no one used anymore, so most of the time, you spend your empty, thoughtless days there just swinging on an old set that squeaked every time you swung.

"y/n?" You heard a voice that made you nearly spit out your heart. You stood up quickly from the swingset and grabbed a random stick nearby, unafraid to use it.

"Don't hit me," the voice giggled as a figure appeared from the darkness. "Who else would you work for?"

"Kai," you sighed, dropping your stick. "Dammit, you scared me."

He chuckled and you noticed that he didn't have his mask on.

"Where's your mask?" You asked, sitting back on the swing.

"In my car."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, why?" He sat on the swing next to you and you saw little hives spread across his forehead and cheeks.

"Nothing. It's just weird that you would visit me all the way out here without a mask."

"You've seen me without a mask several times."

You hummed in response and swung softly as Kai kept completely still. His gloved hands wrapped around the rusty chain of the swing and his eyes were nearly glowing in the night.

"Did you want something from me specifically? It seems like you knew I was out here."

Finally, Kai stood up from his swing and walked over to you, stopping the rocking from your swing. He leaned down and ran his fingers over your cheek. "You're such a pretty little thing."

You didn't know what to say, so you went with nothing as he brought his face closer to yours. "I'm going to kiss you, and I'm not going to wash it off this time," he whispered, his lips almost touching your own.

"You better not." You finally said, pulling Kai closer so his lips finally touched yours. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly making you fall off the swing, so to prevent that from happening, you pushed into the kiss, making him groan a bit in the back of his neck.

You didn't want to rush into anything, so you pulled away from the kiss after a short while and he smiled at you with low lidded eyes.

"Proud of me?" He asked, his red face covered in small bumps.

"Very."

~~~~~

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[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Friend or Foe ?

Overhaul, the powerful leader of the Shie Hassaikai, kidnaps Pro Hero Deku's girlfriend. Now his prisoner, you have no choice but to get to know him. But . . . is Overhaul so bad after all ?

Read on AO3 here

TW for kidnapping ; CW for SMUT so 18+ only please !!

Dating a pro hero had its perks.

You had a guaranteed protector from any type of harm, someone who had a good income, and you had a front row seat to many exclusive events. Dating the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya aka “Deku,” meant that your perks were bumped up tenfold. The spotlight was always on him, and if you were spotted on his arm, it meant it was aimed at you too. Although the attention could be constraining at times, you secretly relished in it and felt immense pride towards your boyfriend.

However, dating such a public figure had its drawbacks.

Like the current moment you found yourself in.

One moment you had been in your bed, exhausted from another day of work, and the next you found yourself groggy in an unfamiliar room. The floor was cold underneath your thin pajamas, and as you came to, you realized the lighting was dim. When your eyes finally came into focus, fear immediately struck you as you recognized the looming figure sitting in front of you.

Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul, the young head of the Shie Hassaikai.

You had recalled when Izuku had told you about his battle with him, how he had been successful in saving Eri but that Overhaul had disappeared without a trace. There had been rumors that he was still working as a yakuza, and a few heroes had reportedly run into him. Despite that, no one had made an effort to capture him, and he remained working as a villain behind the scenes.

Now, here you were, lying at his feet in what you could only assume was his hideout.

He was resting a gloved hand against his cheek, golden eyes seemingly bored as he glanced down at you.

“Well, look who came to. Welcome.”

His deep voice had an unamused lilt to it, although the plague mask he wore muffled it slightly. You glared at him, trying to sit up but feeling the room spin around you.

“You might want to be careful. I personally mixed the sedative we gave you to bring you here. You’ll be unsteady on your feet for a while.”

Glaring at him again, you ignored his warnings and rose to your feet unsteadily.

“Izuku is going to find you, and he will kill you this time.”

A chuckle rumbled from behind his mask, golden eyes squinting as he seemingly laughed. Shaking his head, he waved at someone behind you, instructing them to take you to your new room. A pair of strong arms grabbed onto your shoulders, pushing you towards a door and into a dim hallway. After a few turns down different corridors, you were shown your room. It was a simple one, with a queen sized four poster bed on the right and a large bookshelf directly across from it. A vanity sat beside the bookshelf, with a door beside it leading to what you assumed was the bathroom. You were surprised to see there was a window with sheer white curtains pulled shut, letting in some moonlight from outside. The lackey pushed you in, pointing at the bed.

“You are to stay here at all times. Meals will be brought to you. You will be supervised during baths, no arguments.”

Your stomach sank at that.

“Boss suggests you get some sleep. Like he said, the sedative he gave you is pretty strong.”

It seemed as if he could read your mind, as your body began to feel exhausted at that moment. You nodded, waiting until he shut and locked the door behind you before stumbling over to the bed. Collapsing onto it, you shut your eyes and dreamed of your boyfriend coming to rescue you.

***

The silver lining to being a kidnapping victim was the strict routine you kept.

You were awoken at eight AM sharp every morning, with a different member of the Shie Hassaikai coming to rouse you from sleep. The door next to your vanity turned out to not be the bathroom, but instead a closet. The bathroom was down the hall, and you were led there every morning to shower for the day. As mentioned they waited in the bathroom for you, timing your showers to ten minutes. They would watch as you stripped and stepped into the shower before turning around to give you some privacy.

When you returned to your room, a tray was always waiting for you. The first day, the tray had been placed on the vanity, and you had frowned and turned to the member responsible for you that day.

“I don’t even have the decency to have a dining table or something?”

The next day, when you returned from your shower, a small table had been added, with a comfortable armchair placed next to it. You ate in silence before handing the tray to the minion who always took it hastily and shuffled out. The remainder of the day was spent either reading, sleeping, or pacing the room. Lunch was delivered at noon sharp, and dinner at six o'clock promptly.

Overhaul never made an effort to come visit you. The rotating door of subordinates never mentioned him either, and you were beginning to question why he had kidnapped you in the first place.

After the first week, you knew that finding something to pass the time faster was needed, so you decided to look at the bookshelf. Each shelf was stuffed with books, and you were surprised to see a lot of titles that you had already read. You decided to start at the top shelf, pulling the very first book and working your way to the bottom. The first book was, ironically, Pride and Prejudice, a guilty pleasure that you often reread. You spent the day reading it, paying no heed to whoever was in charge that day as they delivered lunch and dinner.

The days bled together as you went through each book. You were a bit disappointed that there was nothing new for you to read, but the reading helped pass the time. One of the lackeys had pointed out your reading habit while walking you to the bathroom, and while you showered he struck up a conversation with you about what you were currently reading.

“Tess of the D’urbervilles,” you called out over the running water. “I’ve read it, like, ten times. It’s a favorite of mine, but pretty much everything in the bookshelf is.”

“Wait, you’ve read all those books?”

You turned your head and was relieved to see his back was to you as you showered.

“Yeah, reading is a big hobby of mine. I’m thankful for the books, but something new would be appreciated.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, letting you know you had three minutes left in the shower. The walk back to your room was silent, and he stated he would see you later to bring you your remaining meals. You picked up Tess of the D’urbervilles, picking right up where you left off.

When lunch arrived, you were kind of looking forward to whoever had been in charge of you that morning. He was the only one who made an effort to talk to you, and you felt lonely pretty much all the time. Right as noon struck, you heard the door unlocking and looked up, a fleeting feeling of happiness rising in your throat.

It turned to dread as Overhaul walked in.

The subordinate from earlier rushed in behind him, placing the tray of food on the table. You noticed he had a book tucked under his arm, and he placed it on the armchair before scuttling off. Overhaul stood by the door, gloved hands clasped behind his back as he studied you silently.

“Are you finding your living arrangement adequate?”

You crossed your arms, frowning at him.

“You mean do I like being trapped in a room and having my showers timed? Yes, of course, it’s so peachy.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly walked towards you. You scooted backwards on the mattress, trying to put as much distance as possible between you two.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. The opposite, actually.”

He stopped at the foot of your bed.

“I heard that you’ve read all of the books that I provided for you in the bookshelf. I must say, I’m rather impressed. You are a very well-read woman.”

“Er, thank you.”

Overhaul gestured to the book that had been left on your armchair.

“A gift, I suppose. I hope this isn’t a novel you have read already.”

You studied him before carefully sliding off the bed and walking over to grab it.

“Things Fall Apart?”

He nodded, cocking his head as he spoke to you.

“It’s a fantastic narrative about the effects of colonialism in Igboland. It really shows you how humans have the great talent of ruining many things.”

“You’re one to speak,” you muttered without thinking.

You froze, turning to slowly face him. He seemed unbothered, his golden eyes crinkling a bit as you realized he was smiling.

“Let me know what you think. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He left then, leaving you alone. You ate first, savoring the food before grabbing Things Fall Apart and climbing into bed. Overhaul was right - it was a fantastic book and it was hard to put down. You ordered the dinner tray to be brought to you in bed so you could continue reading comfortably, and you stayed up late to try and finish it.

For the first time in a while, you were tired when you were awoken at eight. The henchman of the day noticed it and was particularly gruff with you as he led you to the bathroom. He sneered at you as you undressed, barking out the minutes left and ogling your naked body, much to your chagrin.

Overhaul returned at lunch, standing by the door again and waiting for his employee to leave. He looked at you with what appeared to be expectancy before speaking.

“So? What did you think?”

“You were right,” you admitted, although you didn't want to. “It was an amazing book. I stayed up late to finish it.”

You walked over to hand him the book. As you got closer, you were surprised to see that he towered over you. Angling your head up to peer at him, you took note of how his green jacket stretched slightly to fit his broad shoulders. He smelled . . . clean.

“Thank you. It wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it.”

“Well, I asked if your living arrangement was adequate. It’s only fair that you keep your mind sharp.”

He took the book from you, his gloved hand brushing yours. Another book was produced from his jacket.

"This title is a bit older, but a great narrative as well.”

Middlemarch by George Eliot.

“The author of this is actually a woman. It was a series, but this is the whole collection.”

You thanked him, turning away shyly to look towards the tray.

“I shall leave you. Until tomorrow.”

He returned the next day with the same expectant look.

“It was a little boring,” you had admitted, hoping he wouldn’t be upset.

Instead he had laughed, shaking his head as he held his hand out to take the book from you.

“Well, how about North and South? It’s a bit Jane Austen, but with the issue of class heavily focused on.”

A new routine was established, one that included Overhaul. He began delivering your meals alone, bringing a new book every morning with breakfast. If he was busy or pulled into meetings a note was sent with his subordinates, apologizing for his absence and offering a new book for you to read. While you ate, the two of you talked. He asked if you had ever wanted to be a pro-hero, and you told him you had no desire to, especially since you had a fairly uninteresting Quirk. He told you about Pops, the man who had raised him and who he greatly admired. You told him about your favorite things, and he told you about his. After a while, you found yourself finding him as a friend and not a villain.

It was also hard not to notice that he was attractive. He had grown comfortable enough with you to remove his mask, and you had been stunned silent at seeing his face. His eyes were ingrained in your mind, but seeing it combined with all of his features sent heat rushing to your cheeks. He had a sharp jawline with stubble never growing, a sharp nose, and slightly pouty lips. Whenever he took off his jacket, you admired his tall, lean form but took note there was evident muscle. The henchman who you had grown close to, who you came to learn was named Rappa, told you that he had fought Overhaul in an underground brawl, and he had been surprised by how fit the man was.

You were conflicted at the attraction that was beginning to develop. The friendship that was developing also led to an internal conflict, and you kept convincing yourself that the only reason you were getting along with him was to avoid being killed. Whenever you caught yourself thinking about him throughout the day, you told yourself you were developing Stockholm Syndrome. A tiny voice in your head reminded you that the theory had been debunked, but you kept convincing yourself that that’s what it was.

Time bled together, and it felt as if you had been kidnapped for a year. Overhaul continued to visit you, and eventually you were allowed to wander the hideout with a guard. Rappa often accompanied you, especially when you sat in the courtyard. Your window had a view to the small area, a small fountain surrounded by flower bushes that often got abundant sunshine. Sometimes you just sat there, shutting your eyes as you turned your head to the sun. Other times you brought a book, curling up by the fountain as you flipped through pages hastily. Rappa would engage you in conversation, and the two of you often exchanged laughs.

Overhaul must have developed a strong sense of trust in you, as one day while delivering lunch he asked if you would accompany him to an event. You cocked your head to the side, putting your utensils down to fully listen to him.

“It’s a social event. My presence has been requested, and I have an image to preserve.”

He hesitated before clearing his throat and resuming.

“Word has gotten around that you are in my clutches, and it is expected that you will come along with me.”

“O-oh.”

The room fell silent. You couldn’t look at him, eyes focused on the food.

“There will be guards with us at all times. No one will lay a finger on you.”

You didn’t respond. Overhaul got closer, pausing right before the table.

"I will not make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You slowly looked up. He had removed his mask, tucking it under his arm. His expression was sincere, features tinged with slight worry as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Okay.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“I’ll go with you.”

The days leading up to the event were filled with preparations. A tailor was sent to collect your measurements, promising to bring the gown in the next few days for you to try on. Rappa went over security measures with you, teaching you codewords for various situations that could arise. Overhaul popped in when he could, checking on you to make sure you were still comfortable with going before departing for the day.

You were given details about the event. It was a private event, invite only for the most sought after villains. When you asked what type of event it was, Overhaul paused and said it was an auction.

“There may be some . . . things that might disturb you. You will be safe as long as you do what I say.”

The day of the auction you were allowed to sleep in. Breakfast was left for you, a note beside it stating you would be summoned to get ready later that day. You ate slowly, thumbing through the most recent novel that Overhaul had left you. Rappa came to collect your tray, waiting for you to finish and sparking light conversation. Once you were done he gently took the tray, studying your face for a moment before speaking.

“Overhaul will come and collect you in the afternoon. He will oversee you as you get ready for tonight.”

You felt nervous for the first time. Rappa smiled, taking note and gently placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there to protect you.”

He laughed, turning to walk out of your room.

“Besides, Overhaul will kill me if anything happens to you. You’re too precious to him now.”

The door shut, leaving you sitting there with your mouth agape.

Precious?

***

While reading, you fell asleep. You woke up to someone softly shaking your shoulders.

“Are you alright?”

Dazed you sat up, the figure in front of you coming into focus. Overhaul was inches away from your face, mask on as his golden eyes peered down at you with concern in them. The close proximity had you blushing, and you pulled away slightly.

“Er, yeah. I’m okay, sorry for falling asleep.”

He pulled away, a slight frown on his face.

“No need to apologize. Come, we must get you ready.”

You were surprised that he offered out his hand. He always wore gloves, and right now was no exception. Hesitating, you took it, letting him pull you out of bed and leading you out the door. You were used to the walk to your bathroom, taking a sharp turn to the right but he kept walking forward.

“Um, where are we going?” you asked.

“My personal quarters.”

Heat flared throughout you. Was this . . . appropriate? Couldn’t he have sent someone to your room instead? A flurry of questions flooded your mind, keeping you distracted as he led you the rest of the way. Two men stood guard outside his door, greeting him with nods as they let you both pass. His room was neat, with white walls and plush, white carpet. A large king-sized bed was to the right, covered in a fluffy, white comforter and various comfy looking pillows. Two matching nightstands were on either side, adorned with lamps. Two large windows were on the opposite wall, letting in abundant sunshine. A desk sat in front of the windows, with documents and office supplies placed neatly on its surface. To the left, a dresser and bookshelf sat on either side of a door, which was where Overhaul was leading you.

The door opened to a luxurious bathroom. There was both a clawfoot tub and a large shower with a rain showerhead. You felt your chest tighten as he closed the door, locking it before clearing his throat.

“Since we will be in close proximity all night, I will directly oversee your hygiene. Please strip and get into the tub.”

He busied himself then with turning on the tub water, opening a cabinet and rummaging for bath soap. You watched his back, biting your lip as you realized you had two choices: strip, or be killed. With shaking hands, you pulled your shirt off before sliding off your sweats. Overhaul turned around, mouth open to ask you a question but snapping it shut upon seeing you in your undergarments. He swallowed slowly, trying to keep his eyes on yours but failing.

“Go on. The water won’t be hot for long.”

You took note of the slight quiver in his voice. Sucking in a breath to steady yourself, you unclipped your bra and slid your panties down your legs. You slowly approached the tub, waiting until you saw the bubbles forming and looking at Overhaul for approval. He merely nodded, and you gently stepped in.

The water was hot. You stifled a painful groan, slowly sitting down and trying to keep your body relaxed. Overhaul pulled a stool, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it neatly on a towel rack. He pulled his gloves off, draping them over the jacket before settling next to you.

“I’ll be gentle.”

You didn’t respond, keeping your eyes low. His hands threaded through your hair, gently loosening some knots before pulling it into a neat bun. Your breath got caught in your throat at the gesture. His hand dipped into the water, swirling the bubbles around. A bath sponge was produced out of the water, and he gathered bubbles on it before placing it on your shoulder. He inhaled a shaky breath, letting it glide across your collarbone before brushing against your chest. The material tickled you, and you bit your lip to hide any sounds. The sponge dipped towards your navel before rising again and passing your chest again. You were aroused, and you were ashamed of the fact. He gently pushed you forward, washing your back before dipping the sponge back in the water.

“Lower into the water.”

You slowly slid down, letting the bubbles get washed off. He washed the area again, lingering on your chest before resuming the same path as before. After rinsing, he instructed you to stand. You stood on shaky legs, flitting your eyes over to him quickly before looking straight ahead.

The sponge started at your navel, brushing across your hips before circling around to your lower back. You shuddered, biting harder on your lip as he returned to the front. He paused. You were about to turn your head to peer at him but he kept on, rubbing the sponge on your core.

“You . . . you need to be clean. Everywhere.”

You nodded frantically, trying hard not to press your thighs together. He kept on for a few more seconds before moving down your legs, circling around and washing your ass.

“Water.”

His voice was a whisper now. You sat back down, sinking a little lower to be safe.

“Up, angel.”

Angel.

Your head was spinning, and you blamed the hot water. He lingered on your hips, his free hand gently squeezing one before retracting. He brushed against your core, his wrist pressing against it before moving down your legs. You sank into the water when he asked, lifting your feet up so he could wash them quickly before asking you to stand. He handed you a towel, asking you to dry off while he cleaned the tub.

You waited by the door, trembling slightly as you watched him scrub furiously. The back of his neck was red, and you convinced yourself it was the heat.

Yeah. Just the heat.

***

The image in the mirror kept surprising you.

The hairdresser had left you with your natural hair, blow drying it to give volume at the top. The makeup was smoky, paired with an innocent pink lipstick. The dress that had been chosen was . . . sultry. It was a spaghetti strap, cut with a V to accentuate your cleavage. Expensive lingerie had been picked out, with a lace pushup making your boobs the center of attention. It cinched at the waist, a high slit ending at the top of your thighs. Black garters finished the look, peeking out through the slit.

Overhaul’s eyes went wide upon seeing you. Rappa grinned, showering you with compliments as he took his position beside you. The both of them were dressed in tuxedos, their hair neatly styled. Rappa had tamed his long hair, and it hung neatly to his shoulders. Overhaul’s hair, despite being short, had been slicked back slightly.

“You look fantastic,” he murmured.

The three of you rode in a private car with heavily tinted windows. Overhaul sat in the front while Rappa rode in the back with you. The ride was quiet; the only sound was the music playing softly in the background. Through the dark tint, you noticed you were driving away from the city and towards the warehouse district. You watched as the roads began to disappear, the car pulling off into what had once been some sort of shipping dock. The driver kept on before coming to a stop at a lone warehouse in the back.

“Rappa, you know the drill.”

He nodded, sliding out of the backseat and jogging around to open your door. He extended a hand out, grinning as he helped you out. Overhaul was waiting in front of his car, offering his arm politely to you. Rappa took his place behind the both of you, silent as he followed you inside.

The warehouse seemed inconspicuous at first, but as you entered you could faintly hear noise in the distance. The sound of your heels clacking echoed in the large expanse, your breaths coming out louder than usual. At the far end, a large stack of shipping containers were stacked around a door, where two men stood. Upon seeing Overhaul approach they nodded, opening the door and bowing.

The inside was far from what you expected black market events to be.

The hallway was lined with lanterns, glowing with a soft, orange light. The floor beneath you had lavish carpet, a deep violet color and soft under your feet. The three of you continued on towards a set of brick stairs, descending down towards jazz music. At the bottom of the stairs, a large room opened up, covered in round tables with dark tablecloths and jars filled with candles. People hung about, a few wearing masquerade masks to conceal their identity. Your heart dropped as you realized a few Pro Heroes, openly chatting with what you could only assume were villains.

Overhaul nudged you forward towards the bar. The bartender grinned, leaning against the counter as he took in your appearance.

“Well, well,” he beamed. “I never thought I would see the day you had a lovely woman on your arm, Overhaul.”

“Do you not recognize her?”

The bartender leaned in, studying your face before his eyes widened a fraction.

“No shit. That’s Deku’s little girlfriend!”

He leaned back, whistling.

“How did you bag her?”

“I kidnapped her.”

You bristled at the reminder. Right. You were here against your will.

Right?

“We have wares to view. We shall chat later.”

Just like before, Overhaul nudged you towards another set of stairs in the back. This hallway was lined with open doors, each one showcasing a wide variety of “goods”. You saw rooms upon rooms of weapons, drugs, and, to your absolute horror, people. Overhaul noticed your distress and grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers before giving it a quick squeeze.

“Eyes forward,” he murmured.

The three of you went on towards the final set of doors, where Overhaul stopped in front of the only closed one. He knocked three times before entering. The League of Villains was waiting inside, heads snapping up and grinning upon seeing who was there.

“Well, well, well,” Shigaraki grinned. “We have business to discuss.”

***

Rappa had steered you away as Overhaul stayed behind to discuss business. You went back downstairs, sitting at a table while he hovered, eyes sweeping around you. Thankfully, after seeing who you had arrived with, no one dared to approach you. After about twenty minutes you were nervous, eyes flickering back to the staircase looking for Overhaul.

“Were you abandoned, little one?”

Rappa narrowed his eyes as a man came up to you. He was unfamiliar to you, but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. Swaying unsteadily on his feet he leaned in, leering at you as he licked his lips.

“You’re very pretty. I can show you a fun time, much more than that bird beak guy.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him but he grabbed your hand. Rappa stepped in, trying to pull the guy off of you but failing. You wailed, the guy’s skin melding to yours as you realized he had some sort of attachment Quirk.

“Well, would ya look at that?” he slurred. “I guess you’re mine now.”

“You guessed wrong.”

The man was grabbed, Overhaul’s eyes alight with anger as he used his Quirk to disintegrate the drunkard. Your eyes went wide as his arm began to disappear, getting close to where you were connected before suddenly stopping. The pain in your hand dissipated, and you realized he was using his Quirk to reverse the pain.

“Are you alright?”

He gently pulled you to him, cupping your face as he gently brought your hand up. You were shaking slightly, nodding as he examined your skin.

“Thankfully he didn’t do any severe damage. Come, let us go. I’ve done what I needed to already.”

Overhaul let go of your face, and you realized suddenly that his hands were still bare from using his Quirk. He slid one hand down, settling on the small of your back. Heat flashed through you at the intimate gesture, and you found yourself leaning into him. The walk back to the car was, thankfully, without issue, and you were headed back in no time.

“Shall I escort her back to her room?”

Rappa had opened your door, raising an eyebrow at Overhaul who shook his head.

“No, I want to check on her hand again. You’re dismissed for the night. Thank you, Rappa.”

His hand resettled on the small of your back. When he opened the door to your room, you turned to look up at him.

“Thank you for helping me,” you said softly.

He shook his head. “I was just trying to protect you.”

It was silent for a moment while his eyes flickered down your figure.

“That dress looks, ah, complicated. Shall I help you out of it?”

Before you could think it through, you nodded. He stepped in, quietly closing the door behind him and locking it. You took note of that, arousal coursing through you as you walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it so you could remove your heels. Sighing, you rubbed your feet. Overhaul came to kneel in front of you, gently taking your feet and massaging them. You sighed in content this time, tipping your head back as you relished in the feeling.

Even though you had simply been by his side all night, there had been tension between the both of you. You blamed the bath with him earlier, but you had caught him glancing at you throughout the night. Even now, as he rubbed your feet, he was sneakily staring at your chest, eyeing the way your chest rose and fell.

“Let me unzip your dress.”

He sat beside you, gently sweeping your hair aside and grasping the zipper. It slowly slid down, his fingers lingering on your skin. You shivered, closing your eyes as you felt arousal forming deep within you. The dress fell from your shoulders, slowly falling before pooling in your lap. You heard Overhaul inhale at the sight of the lingerie underneath.

“Overhaul,” you whimpered.

His lips were quickly on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before sliding across your shoulder blades.

“Kai,” he whispered. “Call me Kai.”

You turned around, studying his face before kissing him. One hand cupped your face, the other grabbing your hair and gently tugging on it. You raised your hands to hold him but hesitated, knowing about his aversion to touch. Kai sensed your hesitation and pulled back, grabbing onto one of your hands and placing it on his crotch.

“Touch me,” he commanded.

You squeezed his bulge, releasing a low groan from him. Your hands moved up, pulling at this shirt to untuck it before unbuttoning it quickly and throwing it onto the floor. His eyes never left yours as you worked on his belt before slowly pulling his zipper down. There was a pause as you stared at each other, a silent way of asking for consent before continuing.

Kai stood to remove his pants, leaving him in his underwear. His erection was straining against it, causing more arousal to pulse within you. He gently pushed you back onto the mattress, and you crawled further back to settle on your pillows. The mattress dipped as he knelt on the edge, slowly making his way towards you. You felt fire burning your skin where his eyes landed, memorizing every dip and curve of your body and committing it to memory.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he murmured.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands grabbed yours, placing them beside your head as he interlaced your fingers. His bulge kept rubbing against you, creating delicious friction that just wasn’t enough. Your hips jerked up, seeking more but Kai simply chuckled, shaking his head as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“So impatient, hm?”

One of his hands let go to reach into his waistband and slowly pull his underwear down. His cock sprang out, thick with a neat trim at its base. Kai reached down to pump himself, and your stomach clenched when you saw he could barely wrap his own hand around it.

“Are you ready, angel?”

You nodded furiously, looking deep into his eyes as you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss him. You felt his cock head pushing against you, and you lifted your hips to help him slip inside. The initial stretch burned a little, and you tried to relax to help him ease inside.

“Relax,” he breathed, pressing a wet kiss to your temple.

You sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly felt your body relax. Kai groaned as he pushed further inside until he bottomed out and was pressed flush against you. He froze, panting above you as he allowed you to adjust to his thickness. When you were ready, you jerked your hips up.

Kai started off slow, pulling his hips back until just his tip was in before slamming into you. You gasped, squeezing his hands at the feeling as he repeated the motion. Goosebumps rose on your skin, with a shiver running down your spine at the feel of him stretching you out slowly. After a few thrusts, he began to pick up speed. His thrusts began to get rougher, and you felt your bottom beginning to get sore from the sheer impact of his hips.

But you didn’t care. Your mind was spinning at how good he was fucking you, and you wondered where he had been your whole life. You wrapped your legs around him, trying to put your feet up as high as you could. The changed angle had him hitting you even deeper, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out.

“Kai,” you panted. “Don’t stop.”

Your words spurred him up, and his thrusts were so fast your body couldn’t keep up. You felt your insides clench as your orgasm began to form, and Kai sensed it because he fucked you even faster.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you up and no one else will be able to do so. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, words failing you as the knot in you snapped and you came hard with a yell of his name. Kai kept on, riding you through your orgasm until you felt him spasming inside of you, followed by a surge of warmth. He shivered, nuzzling against your neck as he tried to relax his breathing. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of affection as he stared at your blissed out face.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered.

“I’m all yours, Kai.”

***

The silence of the base was broken by the sound of a loud crash. A flurry of underlings ran towards the sound, Rappa among them to report back to Overhaul. He was quickly notified that the sound of the crash was the Pro Hero Deku, who had come to retrieve his long-missing girlfriend. The Shie Hassaikai leader was calm, dictating orders to his men and waiting patiently in his meeting room.

It didn’t take long before the young man had fought through the throngs of men, stepping into the room with a menacing glint in his eyes. Overhaul sat on the couch, arms spread lazily along the back of it. One leg was crossed, ankle neatly pressed against his knee.

“Well, it took you long enough.”

The resolve in Deku quickly crumbled upon noticing you. A slow grin tugged at Overhaul behind his mask, his hand coming up to rest gently on your head. You were sat on your knees at his feet, leaning into his touch and angling your head to smile up at him.

“But it took you too long. She’s all mine now.”

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #overhaul #overhaul imagines #overhaul x reader #overhaul x y/n #kai chisaki #kai chisaki imagine #kai chisaki x reader #kai chisaki x y/n #tw kidnapping

[zuffer-weird-girl]

So what if chisaki and his S/o haven’t seen each other in one year and then they meet eachother like fluff chisaki

He despised your boss.

He hated the fact that you had relatives over that freacking place you had to go...

He loathed how his chest tightened... loathed how he felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dropped on him when you told the news.

One year. 12 months. 365 days.... without you close.

For a man whose was know by his mysophobia and lack of empathy towards others.... it was kinda hard to imagine he would be like a damn statue at the airport... on the day you left... holding you with a petrified look and refusing to let go until those damn voices called all the passengers of your plane.

He had the memory of coming back home with his usual numb look but feeling like all the weight of the word was perched on his shoulders... mocking him. Mocking him for his stupidity. Mocking him for feeling like shit just from seeing someone go....

Except that someone was actually... really, really important for him.... someone he just couldn't picture his life without... not anymore at least.

The boss was worried sick. He could tell. The way the old man would secretly pass by each day by his office; occasionally ask him how things were doing with both of you...

He couldn't lie. Things were complicated.

You both were actually.... super close. So it ended up on a few discussions on why the hell you couldn't visit Japan to see him or vice versa...

Both of you were busy. It was a nasty year. But it didn't stopped his and yours selfishness...

Video chats were, what Mimic would call, a pain in the ass. Your internet was shit, sometimes the audios didn't come or the image of you spammed and he swore one time his computer glitched on one of his and yours calls. Not even speaking about the time lapse and your busy schedules.

But... he was some sorta of relieved that despite the distance you both manage to stay in contact and that... neither you or him gave up on you two.

Now... December. It has been a year and a few days... snow was covering the streets and for him it was both refreshing and disgusting. Most people with low immune system got sick around this time of the years and for holy God he hated snow... it was so... weird.

But it was refreshing... despite the amount of people he had to be close to...despite his anxiety getting the best of him... he waited.

Constantly checking on his watch, one that you gave to him, he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

You were late.

By only 5 minutes. Yet still late.

He sighed, his warm breath being trapped by his plain black mask as he watched carefully the crowd for any similar features.

He flinched at the contact of a nasty finger poking his shoulder... he went to slap the hand away and turned abruptly to see who the hell was behind him only for his usual golden eyes widen in shock at seeing you. Mask on due to protection and eyes squinting in happiness... he could tell you were smiling so brightly under that thing...

"Hi." You whispered softly... the crowd was huge but he managed to listen to it as his hives slowly calmed down.

"Hello." He talked back, trying to ignore the cursed butterflies fluttering on his stomach... chest.... everywhere.

He had a smile on his lips... he could feel it since his cheeks were burning a bit.

Both of you got out of the airport, your baggages already on his car as Nemoto drove you both back to the hassaikai.

His fingers twitched as he sat besides you... you two didn't touched yet, you knew of his little problem, so of course you wouldn't push it too hard.

But what if he told you that he was actually on a internal battle with himself..? What if he told you his mind was split into two? One begging for him to just move and feel you against him again, and the other arguing that you needed to clean yourself first due to the germs of the plane and all the places that you've been.

The longer you took in the shower, the faster was his movement of his knees bouncing. He appreciated that you took good care of yourself for both him and yours sake... but God dammit couldn't you just hurry up?

"I missed this. The bathroom smells like you." You sighed, already with a change of clothes as your discarded the old ones on the bin.

You gasped at the abrupt hug he gave to you as his bate hands both hold the back of your head and the small of your back... his face buried on the top of your head as your eyes widened.

Sure, you missed him... but this was Kai Chisaki. A man that despite you knowing he loved you, he never was one to just cling onto you like this.

Ir was only when you heard his shaky breath and the murmured words your eyes watered as you hugged him back with a giddy smile.

"I missed you too. Very much." You murmured back as his thumb carried your skin.

.

Bonus

.

"Finally his humor will come back to being acceptable." The elder laughed as he hugged you tightly.

"You're squeezing (Y/n) too tight." Chisaki murmured in annoyance as you giggled and hugged the elder back.

"Please they are a life saver inside here." The elder spoke seriously before whispering to you "Really, worst year of his life and for the hassaikai, don't do that again kid."

You snorted as Chisaki scoffed.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains x reader #zuffer writings

[narumi-gens]

Triptych | "It's just yes or no."

Chisaki Kai x f!Reader

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

chapter warnings: 18+ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, smut, yandere, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking/breathplay, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, implied/referenced sexism and misogyny, complicated family dynamics, abandonment issues

notes: if this part flops then I genuinely don't know what I'm going to do with this fic. this is from a nonlinear story so all the parts can be read in any order.

words: 4.6k

SERIES MASTERLIST

minors, blank, and ageless blogs will be blocked. do not interact.

The Middle

Your thoughts are a mess. As you try to parse through them, you find yourself absently toying with the empty sake cup on the low table before you. You tilt the cup to one direction before titling it the other way, the ceramic cool between your fingers. You then give it a spin, letting it go and the sound it makes against the wood rings loudly in the small sitting room. It wobbles wildly before finally coming to a stop and you reach for the open sake bottle to fill the cup once more. 

If there’s anything that you’ve learned from your father, it’s that nothing solves a problem better than a bottle of chilled sake. 

But as you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip, you know that the answers to your problems won’t be miraculously found at the bottom. Instead, you’ll have to think of them on your own. 

With a weary sigh, you prop your elbow up on the table and rest your cheek against your fist to look out the large windows into the courtyard on the other side. The light from the full moon illuminates the small garden inside of it beautifully and a ghost of a smile appears on your lips. Your father had taken good care of it in the years that you were gone. 

Instead of focusing on your current problems, you decide to turn your attention to the past and try to remember the last time you were in this exact same spot — seated on a cushion at the same low table, with the same tatami mats beneath you, as you enjoyed the same view of the courtyard. 

You remember drinking tea with your father. You remember learning how to play shogi with Kai. You remember looking out the window and trying to ignore the massive walls surrounding the garden. 

And you also remember the day that you left, how you stood inside this room and tried to burn it into your memory. As you wryly take another sip of your sake, you realize that doing so was unnecessary since you’re back home once again. 

You’re brought back to the present when you feel a familiar pair of eyes on you. 

“Join me for a drink?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder at Kai. He wordlessly accepts your invitation, his footsteps light as he moves to sit down next to you. You reach for the sake bottle to pour him some, only to stop when you realize that you only have one cup. “Oh, let me go get another cup.”

“Don’t bother. It’s fine,” he says, stopping you before you can get up and your eyes widen with surprise. 

“Are you sure?” you ask, tilting your head curiously and he nods silently. Deciding not to question him any further, you simply begin to refill the sake cup. From the corner of your eye, you see him remove his beak-like mask and set it gently down on the table. 

As you pass him the cup, you try to identify the warm sensation that’s slowly washing over you — one unrelated to the alcohol that you’ve been drinking. 

“Is this our own sakazuki?” you tease as he drinks from your cup without hesitation. 

There’s just enough light from the full moon for you to see how the corner of his lip twitches upward with amusement at your reference to the sake-sharing initiation ceremony for new members of the yakuza

“Something like that,” he hums as he sets the cup back down and grabs the sake bottle to refill it. 

Then, something happens that’s so rare that it causes the warmth enveloping you to grow and a bright smile to appear on your face. As he returns the now full cup to you with both hands, his tone turns slightly playful. 

“As wakagashira of the Shie Hassaikai, I’m pleased to formalize our bond and welcome you to the family,” he offers and you take the cup back. 

“Thank you, aniki. I’m honored. The Shie Hassaikai have my unending loyalty and allegiance,” you reply before taking a sip, following his lead and pretending that this is your initiation into the Hassaikai. From the way he’s looking at you, you can easily tell that he’s enjoying the charade.

Any hint of playfulness from Kai has always been something to be treasured. And as you savor it, you realize what it is that’s at the root of the warmth that you’re feeling. It’s contentment. 

In the middle of so much chaos — your father’s illness, your rushed trip home, your neverending worries about the future — it makes you happy to be able to share sake and quietly laugh with Kai. 

“This is how it should have been,” he says and you give him a curious look. 

“Hmm?”

“The old man should have formally brought you in when he had the chance,” he explains.

The comment causes your smile to dim, complicated emotions and memories from years ago resurfacing at his words. When he continues to stare at you with those piercing golden eyes, you slide the cup back to him and look past him out toward the garden.

“Maybe,” you shrug, deciding that a noncommittal answer is easiest. You glance back at him and raise a teasing eyebrow. “But if I was wakagashira, then what about you?” 

“I would have made you my right hand,” he replies easily, like he’s already mentally mapped out this alternate future where you joined the Hassaikai instead of running from them.

“I’m flattered,” you grin, impishly tilting your head to the side. “But then what about poor Kurono? Wouldn’t want to put him out of a job.”

He silently takes a sip, finishing what little sake is left in the cup before setting it back down. He then returns to looking at you expectantly and you sigh softly when you no longer sense his earlier playfulness. It’s always short-lived and rare to appear. 

“There’s no point in wondering about the what-ifs, Kai,” you tell him gently, dropping your eyes as you begin to play with the empty cup once again. “You know as well as I do that Dad has never been one to let go of tradition. And for him, a woman’s place in the yakuza has always been nothing more than the silent and obedient wife.”

Any hint of a smile has disappeared from your lips, the corners now turned down in a contemplative frown as you think back on the arguments that you and your father used to have. You then look back up at Kai to find him watching you with hawkish eyes. 

“I had a plan,” he finally says, his voice rough with an odd mixture of anger and determination. “But you left.”

“But I left,” you agree simply, choosing to ignore his suddenly sharp tone. When he remains unrelenting, you refill the sake cup and take a sip before passing it over for him to do the same. “Everyone had plans. You had a plan. Dad had his plan. What about what I wanted? What about my plan?”

“I wanted what was best for you,” he argues, and you tilt your head curiously despite already knowing his answer to your question.

“And what’s best for me?”

“What’s best is for you to be here,” he replies without hesitation and you don’t know if it’s the sake or the nostalgia that’s getting to you, but you can’t hold in a soft laugh. 

With a mischievous grin, you reach out and poke his chest just over his heart. When he looks down at your finger, clearly unsure what you’re doing, you repeat the gesture, poking him a second time. 

He lifts his gaze to meet yours and merely raises an eyebrow. 

“I’m trying to change your settings. It seems like you’re stuck on repeat,” you tease, giving his chest another poke. He looks unamused and it only makes your smile grow wider. Your features then scrunch together unattractively with confusion as you playfully poke him again. “Don’t you play any other songs?”

Suddenly, so quickly that you almost don’t see it, he grabs onto your finger to stop you. But while the unexpected action would scare anyone else, the lack of danger in his demeanor only has you smiling. 

“That’s a real risky thing to do,” he tells you, his tone dry rather than threatening as a hint of playfulness peeks through his actions once more and a strange sense of longing begins to creep up on you. 

“I’ve missed this,” you breathe out wistfully, the words leaving your mouth before you can stop them. Surprise flashes across his face. “I’ve missed how simple things used to be. I wish things could go back to that. When did everything get so complicated?”

Kai stays silent as he looks at you thoughtfully. You refill the sake cup and carefully pass it to him. But instead of taking it from you like he did before, he holds onto your hand and guides it to his lips to drink from the cup. His eyes remain on yours as he does so and your face warms at the intimacy of the gesture.

After he drains the sake, he releases your hand and you set the now-empty cup back on the table.

“The sakazuki isn’t the only ceremony where two people share sake from the same cup,” he points out, breaking the silence and it feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped over your head.

“Kai,” you reply sharply, his name sounding like a clear admonishment. But never one to be deterred, he continues.

“Have you thought about my offer?” he asks and you sigh, your shoulders drooping as the fight drains from you. 

“Don’t call it that,” you grumble. “It makes it sound like a business proposition.”

“Would you prefer me to wax poetic?” he counters with a raised eyebrow and you stare back at him quietly. 

You’re certain that the emotional turmoil that you feel in the pit of your stomach at the topic of discussion is written across your face. As the silence stretches on, Kai seems to realize that a different approach is needed. 

Your apprehension is replaced by surprise when he begins to pull off his gloves before setting them carefully onto the surface of the table. He covers your hand with one of his and the intimacy of the moment isn’t lost on you — no mask and no gloves are the closest Kai ever comes to being vulnerable. And something about it has your anxiety easing. 

“What do you have waiting for you back in Sapporo? What’s keeping you there?” His tone has lost some of its edge and your eyes drop down to the tabletop where he’s holding your hand in his. 

“I have a job. I have a life, one that I built all on my own,” you reply and the pride you normally feel when speaking the words is undercut by how weak your voice sounds. 

“And who are you sharing that life with? Who do you have outside the Hassaikai? Outside of me?”

Your anxiety begins to build once again at his line of questioning. 

You think about the few lasting friends that you’ve made, both at university and at your job. Regardless of how much you like them and how comfortable you feel with them, there will always be a self-imposed distance between you and them. You’re just too scared to let them know too much, afraid of what they’ll do if they learn where you come from. 

You then turn your thoughts to the relationships that you’ve tried to build, desperate to find someone who can cure the loneliness that always creeps in and threatens to smother you when you’re alone at night in bed. Yet every time you think that you might be able to take the next step and put your trust in someone, those relationships inevitably fizzle out.

And then you remember how happy you always are whenever Kai makes his unexpected visits. With him, you never have to worry about your past. He already knows it all. He knows every dark memory, every fear, every wish. 

He knows you. 

You’ve never been lonely with Kai.

“You said you missed simplicity. This is as simple as it gets,” he says, his words cutting through your tangled thoughts with startling clarity. “It’s just yes or no.”

You sharply inhale, your eyes wide as you absorb what he’s telling you. 

You’re suddenly moving faster than your mind can keep up with. With one hand, you grip the fabric of his shirt while the other cups his unmasked cheek as you lean in and desperately press your lips to his. 

He’s quick to respond, welcoming the kiss eagerly. His bare hands are on you in a flash — gripping your hair tightly with his fingers and pulling you as close as you can get with the corner of the table digging sharply into your hip. 

It’s easy to lose yourself to his lips, his tongue, his teeth, all working in perfect harmony to make sure that nothing but him is occupying your senses. He tastes like the sake the two of you have been sharing and you suddenly feel lightheaded, although you aren’t sure whether it’s because of the alcohol, the way he’s kissing you, or a mixture of both. 

You shift to your knees as you lean over the edge of the table to sink even further into him and he drops his hands to your waist, gripping you tightly before pulling you into his lap in one smooth movement. Surprised by the suddenness of the action, you softly gasp against his lips. 

Greedy to taste you further, he turns his attention to your neck, his teeth leaving a trail of stinging bites that lead away from your mouth. You bury your hand in his hair, helplessly tugging the short strands when he bites down on a particularly sensitive spot that he’s intimately familiar with.

You can feel him growing hard beneath you and a whimper escapes you as you suddenly need to be closer. Using every ounce of strength you have, you push him away from your neck just long enough to adjust yourself in his lap to straddle him, yanking the fabric of your kimono up your legs to an indecent height so that you can do so. 

One of Kai’s hands drops down to the newly exposed skin of your thigh, his fingers gripping you so tightly that he’s sure to leave behind bruises that you’ll certainly feel. Maybe it makes you depraved, but the idea excites you. To know that such dangerous hands, hands that put people in hospital beds, that could kill, are holding onto you so intimately has heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

But it also has you feeling something that you’re unused to feeling — special. Because you know that even if he could use his Quirk on you, you’re the one person on whom he never would. 

Just like he has ever since you were young, Kai will always protect you. 

Your hands move to the shoulders of his black suit jacket and you roughly begin to push it off, his hands leaving your body just long enough to shrug it from his frame and let it drop carelessly behind him. You then lift them to cup his jaw, directing his mouth back to yours as a new type of desperation fuels your kiss. 

You’re only vaguely aware of the way he makes quick work of removing the obi around your waist and the koshihimo underneath it. With nothing left to tie your kimono in place, the thick fabric slackens around your body, making it easy for him to push apart the edges of the garment to reveal the thin, white layer beneath it. 

As he begins to pull at the sash tying your nagajuban together with hasty but assured movements, you can’t help but picture a child eagerly tearing apart the wrapping on a present to find the gift underneath. The mental image is only enhanced by how satisfied he looks when he pulls away from your lips to watch the sash come free.

A small shiver runs down your spine as he slips his hands under the nagajuban at your shoulders. He pushes it and your kimono down so that the fabric pools in the crooks of your elbows, leaving your torso completely bare before him. 

Your nipples pebble instantly from both the room’s cool temperature and the way Kai’s eyes are roving over your form hungrily. You can’t tear your eyes away from his face. To see a man whose emotions only ever seem to vacillate between impassivity and anger looking so pleased has your cheeks warming and your pussy growing wetter.

No longer content to merely look, he hooks an arm around your waist underneath the kimono that’s still hanging from your elbows and pulls you in closer. Your head drops back and your eyelids flutter shut with a soft moan when he returns his lips to your neck, harshly sucking the skin before following it with a soothing lick. 

Using his free hand, he palms your bare breast, squeezing it before using his thumb to tease your nipple. Your back arches as you push your chest further into his touch, a silent plea for more. You get it when he pinches your nipple and gives it a tug that’s just painful enough to force a cry from you. He drags his lips down your neck to your chest, your skin stinging in the wake of the sharp bites he leaves behind before giving your other breast the same treatment. 

Despite how rough he is — how rough he always is — there’s still a reverence underlying every one of his actions and it only has your need for him growing. 

You begin to grind your hips down against him, feeling how thick and hard he is beneath you. Your hands slide down his chest toward his belt buckle, eager to get rid of the few remaining layers of clothing that are still separating you from him. 

It takes you a few tries to unbuckle it with the way your fingers keep fumbling. But once it’s finally undone, your hands make quicker work of the button and zip of his pants before you slip a hand inside and gave him a firm squeeze that has him groaning into your breast. 

Suddenly, you’re flat on your back, wincing at the dull ache from where your head hits the tatami mat with a soft thunk. As Kai looms over you, he takes a moment to savor the sight of you beneath him. The silk layers of your kimono are crumpled underneath you as they still hang around your elbows and only a simple, cotton pair of underwear keeps you from being completely naked before him. 

The desperate look on your face and the way your chest rises and falls with each rapid breath you take stokes the raging fire in him that threatens to burn everything in its wake. Right now, he wants nothing more than to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel it for days — a lingering reminder of him that you’ll be unable to push away. 

The thought spurs him into action and his next movements are so frenzied that it’s hard for you to keep up with them. All you can make out through the haze of your lust for him is the way he tugs your underwear to the side before you feel the head of his thick cock pressing at your entrance.

That’s all the warning you’re given before he’s sliding into you with one rough thrust that has your back arching and a breathless gasp escaping you as you toss your head back. When he bottoms out inside of you, his hips flush against yours, it feels like he’s forced all of the air from your lungs.

He’s so big that it hurts exactly how you want it to, exactly how he knows you like it to. 

With one hand pressing into the tatami by your head, he holds himself up above you as he uses his other to grab firmly onto your thigh and hike your leg up around his waist. His tight grip along with the tension in his body are the only outward signs that he’s feeling just as affected as you are. 

The pace he sets as his hips slam into yours is punishing. He’s putting enough force behind every thrust to have you sliding along the tatami with each one.

Your fingers desperately scramble for something to clutch onto, to keep you grounded. You tightly fist the fabric of his shirt at his side with one hand as the fingers on your other hand cling tightly around the back of his neck, your fingernails digging into his skin just enough to leave slight, crescent-shaped marks.

An overwhelming need to have him even closer overcomes you and you use your hold on his neck to bring his lips back within reach of yours so that you can lean up and kiss him. Although you’re the one to initiate the kiss, Kai takes control of it almost immediately. It feels like he’s trying to claim every soft moan you make before they can fully leave you, like they belong to him. 

Maybe they do. 

Using his grip on your leg, he hitches it even further up his waist and the new angle has you keening into his mouth. But even with the way his cock is relentlessly dragging along your walls, hitting every spot so perfectly that it has shivers of pleasure running down your spine, it still isn’t enough. 

You place your hand on top of his where it’s holding your thigh and begin to guide it away from your leg, up your body, until it’s resting around your throat. You pull away from his lips to look up at him meaningfully. A wild look appears in his eyes at your silent plea.

Your reaction to the familiar pressure around your throat as he begins to squeeze is instant. Your eyelids flutter shut, your toes curl, and your pussy clamps down on his cock so hard that he can’t hold in a deep groan. 

The only person you’ve ever trusted enough to let choke you is Kai. You’ve been with a handful of other men and you’ve never been comfortable enough with any of them to even bring up the subject. This is something special for the two of you to share. 

His pace somehow manages to grow even wilder, spurred on by having his hand wrapped around your throat. He times his thrusts perfectly so that every time his cock roughly spears your walls apart, his grip around your neck grows just a bit tighter and your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

You aren’t going to last much longer. Not with the way his hips are pounding so hard into yours that you know it’ll have you wincing in the morning. Not with the way he’s choking you exactly how you need him to. 

Not with the way you feel so protected by his embrace, caged in by his arms with his body on top of yours and intimately connected together in the house that the two of you grew up in. 

“Kai,” you whimper, although it comes out as more of a wheeze due to the hand cutting off your air supply. His name is dripping with desperation as it leaves your lips, letting him know how close you are. 

Needing just a little more to push you over the edge, you slip your hand down between your bodies where your fingers find your slippery clit and rub it frantically. 

You’re so wrapped up in your own impending orgasm that you miss the crazed look in Kai’s eyes. It only grows more feral when you choke out his name again, underlining that it’s him inside of you, him with his hand on your throat, him that you belong to. 

With another bruising thrust and his hand tightening just a tiny bit more, the tension in your body finally snaps as blinding pleasure crashes over you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and fingers. 

He releases your throat to wrap his arm around your waist and you gasp for air. He adjusts your hips to exactly where he wants them as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his own end the only thing in sight. 

You’re just starting to come down from your high, your mind fuzzy with pleasure, when he groans lowly and spills himself inside of you — the only mess that never seems to bother him.

Mindlessly, you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him down so that his body is fully resting on top of yours, his weight a comforting tether keeping you grounded. He seems to be savoring the intimacy as well, burying his face in your neck and you can feel every ragged exhale hot against your skin as he catches his breath. 

You rest your cheek against his as you stare blankly at the ceiling, your still-tingling fingers clutching tightly onto the back of his shirt as you try to make sense of the messy emotions warring within you. 

“You would never hurt me, right?” you ask into his ear, your voice cracking. Your words are spoken so softly that it’s hard to hear them over the way the both of you are panting heavily.

From how he momentarily tenses against you, you can tell the question surprises him. It feels like every broken piece you have beneath the surface, every crack and every insecurity, is on display. You’re grateful that with his face still buried in your neck, he can’t see you with those golden eyes that never miss a thing. 

“I’ll always keep you safe,” he says, his voice so rough and low that it sounds like gravel in your ear. You can’t hear any trace of a lie in his words.

“You won’t leave me alone?” 

And there it is, your greatest fear spoken aloud. Without Kai, there would be no one left who cares for you.

Your father is gravely ill. Your mother is gone. Your sister disappeared years ago. There’s no one waiting for you in Sapporo.

Kai is the only person you have left in your life. 

“Never,” he swears and your hold on him tightens. 

Your vision begins to blur as your eyes trace the wooden lines of the ceiling, his promise affecting you more than you expected. 

Kai will always be there.

Before you know what’s happening, a single word is tumbling past your lips.

“Yes,” you breathe and he tenses again in your embrace.

“Yes, what?”

A single tear escapes from the corner of your eye and rolls down your temple before getting lost in your hair.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

#tw yandere #tw choking #chisaki kai #overhaul #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #triptych #mel writes #PLS REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THIS #BC I FEEL LIKE ONLY 5 OF YOU ACTUALLY DO

[thotsforvillainrights]

I BEG OF YOU QUEEN PLEASE GIVE US Virgin Kai SCENARIO I BEG OF YOU PLEASE MAKE THIS MF NERVOUS I FREACKING LOVE YOUR WRITINGS

I just refuse to believe that before he gets on a relationship with you this asshole has any experience at all I bet the dude hadn't had even his first kiss

Kai is the virgin of 28 years old

[100% correct of course in canon since the whole germ thing is going on haha. I like thinking about him way too much so it’s nice I can write it all out of my system yknow?]

~Immaculate~

-Kai Chisaki smut-

Immaculate- perfectly clean, neat, or tidy.  free from flaws or mistakes; perfect.

All his life he busied himself with whatever he’d deemed to be essential. Whether it was protecting the Hassaikai’s honor or something as simple as pursuing a constantly tidy environment, he was on it above all else. He’d never taken much time outside of his usual interests to explore anything simple-minded like a relationship. It was nothing but a hassle in his opinion. He’d observed from a distance during his school years as his childhood friend Hari dated person after person. The idea of dedicating his important time to another person that wasn’t Hari or Pops was absurd to him. It became even more ridiculous when he stopped for a moment to consider the filth included in a relationship as well. How close the other person would have to be, how disgusting it was to swap bodily fluids through kissing...not to mention the dread of sex creeping up his spine. Back then just the thought of any interaction such as sexual intercourse made him shudder in disgust. The very day he was pulled aside by Pops to have ‘the talk’ made him not only sick but annoyed as well. He’d solemnly swore to himself he would never get caught up in such pointless endeavors. 

And then he’d met you.

There was something different about you indeed. He found himself thinking of you day and night when you’d first decided to pursue a relationship with each other. Through you, he’d learned a multitude of different things when it came to the ins and outs of dating. He found himself acting out of character by attempting romantic interactions like buying you flowers or going out of his way to video chat you before starting work for the day. When he was around you it was as if he suddenly had forgotten all of the confident swagger he usually possessed. He was no longer calm and relaxed but instead clumsy and awkward. It didn’t help in the least bit that you gave him so much distance. He couldn’t blame you as you were just taking precautions to respect him germaphobia. However, he didn’t want you to keep avoiding him like this, so he pushed himself out of his own comfort zone to touch you more. The day you finally saw his face without the mask and his hands without his gloves, he was proud to know he had the affect on you that he did. Soon after you’d moved into the compound with him and Pops. It took a lot of persuading on his part considering you were fairly independent and refused to throw away what you worked to get. To make peace with you, he agreed to move some of your stuff into the house as well. The condition is that you must keep it neat and tidy of course. 

After moving into the house you two seemed like an official couple not just to each other but to the others as well. By now you’d both learned a great deal about each other including your flaws and perks. Most importantly, you were able to spend even more time together (which is something Kai had looked forward to more than ever). However, there was something brewing in him that he didn’t quite understand until now. Lately he’d been keeping his eyes on you longer than usual, unable to simply tear them away for just a moment to focus on what he was working on. His touches lingered and he felt as though he was losing his breath around you. When you’d flash him those beautiful smiles he’d come to love, it set a different reaction off in his system. When you walked past him or even simply bent down to pick something up, he found himself staring at your most private areas. His mouth was dry, his head a jumbled mess, his hands begging at a single opportunity to touch you in places he hadn’t ever considered before. It was lust plain and simple. Lust was the reason he felt his skin become hot and prickly. Lust was the reason his dreams were dominated with you severely lacking in clothing. Lust was the reason he could feel blood rush to his cock when he spent far too much time thinking about those plump lips, or how nice that ass of yours would feel between his grip. Lust was to blame for him now standing outside of his father figure’s door and contemplating the embarrassment he was sure he’d feel after this.

He held his fist up at the door but was hesitant to knock. He stared at the wood patterns embellishing the entrance while he silently weighed the pros and cons of entering and confronting Pops. He stood there for a good while until his heart dropped at the sound of the doorknob turning. The old man opened the door and jumped back a bit at the sight of his successor standing there with his fist up in a knocking position. Pops furrowed his brows before standing to the side and silently inviting him in. He took his seat and listened with open ears at Kai expelling every emotion he’d been holding in for the past 3 months. When the boy fell silent Pops smiled and reached into his desk drawer. The old man held his hand out and waited for Kai to accept his offering. Into Chisaki’s hand Pops dropped a single condom. Before the boy had time to react, the old man spoke up. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow for a trip to a local bathhouse as well as a play being put on nearby. I’ll expect you to look after things while I’m gone.” With that piece of information, Pops sent Kai on his way. There was no doubt the old man had been waiting on this day because why else would he have possession of protection? Kai shuddered at the thought but silently thanked God the old man hadn’t chose to embarrass him like usual. Now he waits. He waits and watches as the clock tics down it’s seconds, minutes, hours until the night. He tossed and turned while you slept next to him peacefully unaware of the thoughts he harbored for you. For a while he worried to himself that he would scare you away if he attempted something lewd with you. As far as he can remember, you never given him any hint as to whether or not you were interested in him in such a way. When the time finally came upon him, he kept in mind that rejection was on the table.

So imagine his surprise when you’d suddenly taken the lead.

He was at a loss for words, practically breathless as he watched you strip down slowly in front of him (your little attempt at giving him a show). When you finished teasing him and decided to reveal all of your glorious skin to him, he felt momentarily as though he would faint. Whatever you may think of your body could never surpass the sheer alure he feels toward it. It was overwhelming to say the least, yet he would allow himself to roam along your sides with his bare hands despite the fear of rejection still lingering on the horizon. “Have you ever?” That question barely slipped past your lips while both of your lips danced with each other/ tangling up and creating a hidden bond. The question was something he wasn’t sure how to answer. But when you pulled back to look down at him he saw the way your eyes seemed to be without a single hint of judgement. They only housed love for him, gentle understanding. So he answered your question with full transparency despite his worries. “No...I haven’t.” He turned his head on the plush pillow to stare at the wall. You gently reached down and cupped his face in both hands, slowly and gently turning his head back to look at you. “That’s okay. We can take it slow. Do you trust me, Chisaki?” You stared at him in anticipation. Finally he gulped and nodded his head. “Yes.” A silent agreement between the two of you took place: you would lead the way for his first time. As you began to remove the condom from its foil prison, he felt a mixture of emotions wash over him. Anticipation, worry, fear, curiosity, and most of all lust...he would choose to focus on the latter and watch as you expertly slipped the condom onto his cock. He took note of the procedure while you gripped lightly at him and rolled it from the mushroom tip to the very base. You pinched the top to be sure of no bubbles before turning to look at him one last time. “Please.” His words signaling his consent for the last time. You nodded and positioned yourself above him. As you slowly sunk yourself down on the length of his cock, you took time to count every little delicious inch while simultaneously watching his expression shift into more lewd territory. He let out a big gasp when you finally seated yourself on him. A few seconds to a minute passed while you adjusted to his length. He too was adjusting to the warmth and tightness enveloping him in this moment. His mind was a mess only making out the intense feeling of needing more of you. He tried to remain at semi-composure while holding your sides but when you shifted on him momentarily, he gripped tightly at your plush skin. “Apologies...” he strangled out before quickly shifting his hands onto the blanket at his sides. “You smiled and reached down to grasp his hands before pulling them upward and placing them back along your sides. “Don’t apologize. I like it when you do that. Can I move now?”

“Yes please.” Following his words you began to slowly rock yourself on his. What felt really good to you was more intense for him. He’d never experienced this before and it was highly likely (now that you think about it) that he’d never even touched himself before either. You mentally prepared yourself with the possibility that he wouldn’t last very long if you kept this up. You were moving slow at the moment but he was still losing his mind, his composure unraveling with each movement you blessed him with. His hands now gripping tightly at your side and creating a little discomfort. You’d likely have marks tomorrow but it was okay to you. Right now you watched him bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw some blood. Finally right as you started to move with more haste and bounce yourself on his cock, he opened his mouth up and let loose. It was so reassuring to know Pops was out of the house at the moment and that the other workers were below the base. Otherwise you had no doubt someone would hear him calling out to you and cursing, moaning, groaning, gasping for air while you fucked ever last dropped out of him. “Please...pleeeaase Y/N...please...please fuck~” He gasped and leaned upward just to watch you rising and sinking on his cock repeatedly. Just the sight of it was too much for him. When you’d made eye contact for just a moment, and he saw your eyes glazed over with lust, he’d came for the first time in his life. It didn’t seem to want to stop but luckily it did. He collapsed his head back onto the pillow and watched wearily as you removed yourself from him. He wanted to move but he simply couldn’t find it in himself, still fighting off the lingering pleasure coursing through his veins. You tied the condom up, tossed it in the trash, and cuddled up to his side. “F-filthy. Show-sh-shower...” He tried to find the words but you silenced him by placing a gentle kiss on his lips and then his sweat covered forehead. “Later on. For now, let’s just stay here like this.” 

And you did.

#Smut #minors dni #minor dni #Kai chisaki #chisaki kai #overhaul #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki smut

[curiousquirks]

Kinktober | Day 14

Pairing: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader Prompts: Vampirism | Medical Kink Content Warnings: Quirkless AU, Vampire!Chisaki, Medical Kink Word Count: 1,060

Summary:

Soft cold fingers lay against your neck as Kai checks your pulse point. You talk about your most recent worries in regards to your health, but his eyes never left your neck.

The flimsy paper gown awkwardly clinging to you as you tried to sit still on the examination table. It felt cold under you, causing you to shiver. The room smelt chemically clean enough to cause your nose to sting. You shifted again, growing more impatient the longer you were forced to wait. Your back stiffened when you heard the door open, immediately making sure you looked presentable. 

“Good morning.” Dr. Chisaki greeted from behind his black mask. “I hope the wait wasn’t too long.”

“No, it’s okay.” You assured, your eyes feeling drawn to stare into his. “It’s just a little cold in here.”

His eyes briefly glanced over to your form, slightly wiggling in your place as you rubbed your arms to generate warmth as you suddenly felt a lot colder. “My apologies, I tend to keep the place colder since I don’t handle the heat well.” He explained, checking over your chart.

Your breath caught when his eyes drifted back up to meet yours, his gaze strong and demanding. “Oh…”

He placed your chart down on the table beside him as he grabbed a thermometer, placing a protective cover on it. He didn’t get the chance to ask you to open your mouth before you opened it, your tongue sticking out without thinking. He made a noise of amusement as he placed the device on your tongue, you immediately made your mouth close around it as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. You were mentally cursing yourself for looking like an idiot. You couldn’t shake off the feeling in your gut; something felt off, you just couldn’t figure it out. 

“I love when patients are proactive for their health.” He said, his tone light with amusement. His fingers still held onto the thermometer as your eyes locked as you felt yourself unable to look away.

It felt like an eternity passed before a beep from the device signaled that it was finished. He broke eye contact to glance down as he pulled it out of your mouth. “37 degrees, good.” He said as he walked away to rid the device of its protective cover before placing it back. 

You felt yourself leaning forward as he left, like you wanted to follow him but shook your head to clear it. You felt confused and dizzy, gripping your hand against the examination table. You closed your eyes as you focused on your breathing. Your body jolted when you felt the back of his bare hand suddenly touch your forehead. 

You peaked your eyes open slowly, seeing him looking down at you. “You’re warm,” He noted, his fingers gently moving down to press against the pulse point on your neck. “Have you been feeling ill?”

You gulped, more heat spreading through your body. “Well–” You bit the inside of your cheek when you saw him narrow his eyes as he focused on your neck. Why did his eyes seem like they were glowing? “I-I guess I’ve been feeling off…”

He hummed, as he continued keeping his mental note as he checked your heart rate. It was beating so fast, he could hear the blood rushing. His tongue ran along the underside of his fang. You were being so compliant for him though, already getting foggy and he’s barely even touched you. You were the easiest one yet. He removed his fingers and he chuckled when he heard you whimper. 

He swiftly moved himself behind you, his fingers gently cradling your head as he rolled your neck side to side. He asked for you to list your symptoms which you did with some hesitancy. His eyes focused entirely on your neck, your words going into deaf ears as he returned your head to its original position. He reached a hand up to pull down his face mask before he tilted your head to one side. Your brain was cloudy as you tried questioning his actions but found yourself unable too.

He sunk his teeth into your neck, a small whine hissed behind your gritted teeth. You gasped as he leaned you back into him, as he sucked blood from your body. You fully collapsed into him as your world spun around you, rapidly feeling euphoric eliciting a moan from your mouth. Dr. Chisaki’s hands clung around your waist as he let himself fully go as he enjoyed your flavor. 

Once he had his fill, he slowly pulled back as his tongue ran over the wound. You whined, your fingers clinging to his arm suddenly feeling lost as he tried pulling away. He removed his arms, much to your efforts as he pulled the mask back over his face. He moved his way around to face you again, his eyes much warmer now. You started gaining some clarity as you blinked slowly. It felt like the warm was returning to the room as you barely noticed that Dr. Chisaki was speaking to you.

“I think you may be getting sick, I suggest you take some time to rest.” He said, his tone much kinder and less professional than before. “I’m going to prescribe some acetaminophen for you to take for your fever.”

You gently shook your head as you processed his words. “W-Wait…I thought you said my temperature was…fine?” You questioned, your head felt like it was far heavier than it should be as you locked eyes with him again. 

“It can have errors sometimes,” He replied as he scribbled something down on a pad of paper. “Besides, I want to prevent you from getting sick.”

“...Okay, thank you.” You replied, the logic making perfect sense despite the uneasy feeling in your gut. 

“I would like to see you again soon.” He said, standing as he handed over the prescription to you. “I want to keep a close eye on you.”

You saw the crinkle by his eyes, indicating that he’s smiling. You returned the smile as you took the paper from him, a comforting feeling filling your body as he stood near you. “I’ll happily come back soon.” You said, without thinking before quickly adding on. “F-For you to check on me, of course!”

Dr. Chisaki grabbed your chart before he walked towards the door, briefly glancing back at you. “It was good meeting you, I look forward to seeing you again.” He said before he left you alone in the room.

#overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #kinktober 2022 #curiouskinks2022 #kai chisaki #overhaul #bnha fanfiction

[depperter-hase]

Ziphius, the beaked whale.

This is actually an AU version design of Kai Chisaki, that I started with a friend a while back. It takes place post Tartarus; Kai in his still mentally unstable state, is picked up by the villain Curator, who wants to manipulate him into becoming his loyal henchman. Several months later he emerges as the new villain Ziphius, a man who speaks little, has a tendency to space out and who claims to "be cursed with" a quirk mutation that makes him unable to breath without the mask he wears.

Full design is under cut.

So I kinda just went wild with this one. The design of the mask is inspired by cyberpunk stuff ( bc im just into that ) and mixed with the helmet design of Curator ( the blowhole, the golden barnacles ). The chemical danger symbols I added for the teehee funnies.

The jacket is a so-called Sukajan or "japanese souvenir jackets". In Japan it's associated to be worn by delinquents, and the design of the jackets are reminiscent of Yakuza tattoos. Also they are sick as fuck. I feel like Kai is the kinda person who'd be into this sorta flashy design. The snakes I added bc snakes are associated with health and medicine in Japan. The back design is based off the mythical Ziphius whale which is described as "fish with a beak". I wanted to roughly keep Kai's colour scheme but mixed up how much each colour is used, bc yanno, can't read too obviously as Overhaul.

Natrually, Kai doesn't have his arms anymore so he got robotic protheses instead. Curator wants him to recreate the quirk destroying drug but his brain is so scrambled he keeps misremembering it...

Also, in this AU Kai and Isana are estranged brothers but that's like a whole other can of worms to address about this.

#overhaul #kai chisaki #ziphius #curator #isana chisaki #mha au

[tesalicious2]

Ok ok! There’s all the change the villain to the hero fics which are wonderful!! But imagine,

The entire Eight Precepts of Death, Chrono, Mimic, and Overhaul as hero’s in a hero agency called the Shie Hassaikai.

It’d be so op and amazing! Change nothing about their personalities, maybe less violent, but boom!! Successful heroes!

Chisaki and Chrono would definitely stay ‘in the shadows’. Not doing much actual hero work, they just manage the business mostly.

Mimic focuses on the finances while also doing hero work, not much though.

Nemoto works with the police a lot, so he’s their bridge if their ever needed.

Rappa, Kastukame, and the Trash Trio (Setsuno, Tabe, and Hojo) are the poster boys basically. They rack in the most big bucks and have the most publicity. Tengai is too but less so.

Slosh works the night patrol but stays away from civilians because of his quirk. Often, Nemoto will join if he is not needed by police.

Unlike most agencies, they aren’t sidekicks. They are each separate pro heroes that grouped up for an agency. Similar to Kamui Woods, Mt Lady and Edgeshot, but to an extreme.

Most of their outfits are the same, but Nemoto changes the cloak for a suit during the day. The masks are used but not worn except when on missions and patrol.

Despite being not the most popular of the group, Overhaul is in the top ten, maybe number 3. He wasn’t happy when he found out bc he hates publicity, it makes him feel dirty.

Occasionally, there will be a rumor or accusations of shady dealings but they shrug them off. (Sometimes there are shady dealings, but nothing illegal.)

Overhaul has a personal moto when dealing with trigger happy villains. ‘It isn’t murder if they’re don’t stay dead.’

Now, he never uses his quirk like this in public but has removed and replaced hands before. He tries to make it so no one can see it though.

They don’t use it but they have loads of blackmail on every hero angency and high ranking pro. They know everything.

They share any new information but don’t actually use it. Though, if they don’t find anything, they’ll send a care package without a label and a congrats card.

#bnha #headcanon #eight bullets #chrono #mimic #overhaul #hero agency #rikiya katsukame #joi irinaka #toya setsuno #yu hojo #kendo rappa #soramitsu tabe #hari kurono #kai chisaki #shin nemoto #deidoro sakaki #shie hassaikai #reverse AU

[ungusthebungus]

New Job Part 4 (Kai Chisaki x F OC)

Rating: E

Fandom: MHA

Relationship: Kai Chisaki x F OC

Characters: Kai Chisaki, Hari Kurono, F OC

Additional Tags: Job Interviews, Nervousness, Sexual Harassment, Worrying, Melatonin, Co-workers, Roughness, Hair-Pulling, Rough Kissing, Nipple Licking, Grinding, Undressing, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Begging, Boss/Employee Relationship, Not Canon Compliant, Self-Insert, No Research, Self-Indulgent

Summary:

Annie goes into her boss's office and his shirt is off. Is this really a business meeting?

The door made a slight creaking sound as Annie inhaled deeply and put on an award-winning smile. Her boss was shirtless in his chair working on paperwork. Why the hell was he shirtless? She averted her gaze instantly, feeling heat in her face.

“Next time, knock. I won’t warn you again.” He glared at her, then shut the lid of his laptop.

“Sir…umm. Should I come at a later time?” She asked, still not looking at her boss.

He sighed.

“I told you to come at this exact time. Why would I send you away?” He got up from his desk. Don’t look. Don’t look. She glanced down at his abs and felt even more warm. Why was he so hot?!

“Close your mouth.” He ordered.

On command, Annie shut her mouth. She didn’t even know that her mouth was hanging open. A little embarrassed, she placed her hand over her mouth.

“Let’s discuss yesterday.” He got closer to her.

She nodded in response.

“Put your hand down.” He said and she followed his orders.

God, Annie couldn’t take this anymore. She wouldn’t take this shit from anyone else, but he’s different. Her mind told her to calm down, but she was too excited.

Without thinking, she rushed at him and pushed him down onto the desk. She started sucking on his neck, causing his body to become tense. Before she could make another move, he pushed her roughly. She fell into a chair that was in front of his desk.

“You’ll regret that.” He growled as he grabbed her arm and yanked her up. Her heart beat faster as he dragged her to his chair. First, he sat down and gestured for her to sit down on his lap.

When Annie moved too slowly for his taste, he pulled her onto him. Dr. Chisaki grabbed the back of her head and pulled sharply on her hair.

“I’m the one in charge here, not you. Understand?” When she didn’t answer right away, he tugged on her hair again.

“Oww! I understand, Sir.” She whimpered.

He removed the mask covering his mouth and pulled Annie down, roughly biting her lip. She tensed up as she wrapped her legs around him and ground against his pants. The both of them continued to kiss until he placed a hand on her shoulder.

She took this time to explore his body a little, trailing a finger down to his chest. It was a little sweaty. Moving a little down, she found one of his nipples. Rubbing her finger on it, she felt him jerk slightly.

Suddenly, he pushed her head towards his chest.

“Use your mouth.” He demanded. Annie muttered a “Yes, Sir” before engulfing his nipple with her mouth, swirling her tongue around his nipple. He had his hand on the back of her head, so she couldn’t escape. It was a bit of a turn-on.

Dr. Chisaki’s hips thrusted up against her as she licked him. He moved his gloved hands from her head to her shoulders and massaged them. After a few seconds, he moved to the center of her back, attempting to unhook her bra. She was about to help him, but he got it undone almost immediately.

He rubbed slow circles along her back with his fingertips as she moved to the other nipple. She continuously switched from lapping at him to nibbling.

Annie didn’t notice that he reached her skirt until she felt his thumbs hooking in her skirt. She made her way back up to his lips and he continued to grind his hips upwards as he held her down by the waist of her skirt. His golden eyes met hers as she licked her lips and pressed the palm of her hand against his abs.

She reached for his belt.

“I never thought I’d ever fuck my boss.” She chuckled, making him huff in response.

“At this rate, it won’t happen again. You haven’t even pleasured me yet.”

Oh. Annie began to fumble with his belt at first. However, she removed it and tossed it into the other chair. Before undoing the button of his pants, she decided to risk it and buried her face into his crotch. She inhaled, his scent reminding her of sandalwood.

He roughly gripped the back of her head as he ground himself against her mouth, his erection growing. She opened her mouth and traced his crotch outline with her tongue.

“Suck me off.” He growled. She needed to please him, so she reached out her hand to unbutton his pants. However, he swatted her hand away.

“Remove my pants without your hands.”

Oh, so he wanted to give her a challenge? Well, she’s more than capable of exceeding his demands.

Although Annie hadn’t done this before, she learned easily. She whispered “Yes, Sir” to him as she positioned her hands behind her back. In an attempt to pull his pants down, she grabbed ahold of the front button. After struggling for about a minute, she bit down on the button and yanked her head backwards, ripping the button from his pants.

“That’s coming out of your paycheck.” He said, causing her to frown.

This was his fucking idea! If she was able to use her hands, then this wouldn’t have happened to begin with.

After a few seconds of irritation, Annie lowered her head into his crotch and grabbed the pant zipper with her teeth. With a tug, she lowered it to the base. Nuzzling her nose into his crotch, she saw that he was wearing black boxer briefs.

She was about to remove his briefs when he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Remove my shoes.”

Annie looked down at his shoes. Although they didn’t look dirty, she really didn’t want to use her teeth to untie them.

“You’re allowed to use your hands to remove them. I don’t want your mouth to become dirty.” He told her.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she untied his shoes and removed them from his feet one after the other. Then, she removed his black socks.

Afterwards, Annie got back on top of him. She was too impatient to remove his underwear with her mouth, so she pulled them down to his ankles with her hands. Shit. He wanted her to not use her hands. Reluctantly, she looked up at him, ready to face any repercussions for her inability to follow directions.

“I’ll let it slide this time. Next time, you will use your mouth or else.” He warned as he rubbed his cock against her folds. She leaned forward and kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth. In response, he grabbed her hair roughly as if he owned her.

He forcefully ripped open her blouse and threw it to the side, revealing her breasts that were covered by a black bra. She grabbed both of his wrists and led them to her breasts as she continued to grind on his dick.

Frowning, he shrugged Annie’s hands off him.

“Never do that again. I do not need to be led by a subordinate.”

Okay, asshole. She kept her hands to the side and let him take over.

He quickly slithered his hands down Annie’s body, feeling every inch of her skin until he reached her skirt. Unlike her blouse, he carefully unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it off of her. Dr. Chisaki sat up slightly and kicked his own pants off to the side.

She pulled his black boxer briefs to his knees, staring at his cock for a second before engulfing it. She wrapped his tongue around him as the shaft plunged into her throat. Since she was inexperienced, she gagged and immediately came back up gasping for air.

“Already gagging? You need some lessons.” He huffed.

“I learn quickly, Sir.”

Annie stroked it with her hand with long, slow strokes. Then, she timidly bent down and took the first three inches into her mouth, using her tongue to lick the shaft as well as his slit. This made him shiver a little.

Meanwhile, she eased herself deeper and deeper, only getting to about five out of seven inches before gagging.

Without a warning, he pulled her up to her feet and placed her onto the desk. She thought he was just going to penetrate her then and there. When she felt his tongue inside her, she moaned loudly and uncontrollably. He was going to penetrate her, all right, but not with his cock just yet.

Annie lowered her hand to his cock, stroking it with her soft hand. As he explored your insides with his tongue, she rubbed him harder and harder.

Just before he was about to come, he removed himself from her pussy. She groaned impatiently as he trailed a finger down to her once again.

“Beg for it.” He growled.

He didn’t even have to demand it at this point.

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.” Annie asked.

He sharply inserted his middle finger all the way to the knuckle as she bucked her hips, forcing the finger deeper. After fingering her for a minute, he removed his finger.

Then, she felt him enter her. Her head and back rocked back and forth from the desk to Dr. Chisaki and vice versa as he fucked her unmercifully. He grabbed her by each wrist and forced them over her head as he went deeper inside her. She moaned with delight as his cock rubbed against her walls.

All of a sudden, he stalled his movements for a moment. Annie let out a groan of disappointment.

“Please, sir!” She whispered.

“Please what?” He asked.

He seemed to enjoy Annie squirming under him. He loved being in control of her.

“Please finish me, Sir! Please.” She begged.

With that submission, Dr. Chisaki thrusted roughly and quickly, moving his cock out before ramming it back in. She began lifting her hips off the desk to feel him deeper. Her hands remained stuck to the desk by his grasp as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Dr. Chisaki continued to fuck Annie and as he felt himself reaching his climax, he released her wrists and raised her hips up. After a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes to see the doctor tensing his muscles as she moaned and clenched around him. He pounded into her a couple more times to completely fill her.

“Fuck 3,000 yen. How does 6,000 yen a week sound, pet?”

“Sounds great, Sir.”

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#kai chisaki #overhaul #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kai chisaki x f oc #overhaul x f oc #new job

[bookeaou]

001 — pit, patter, pit, patter.

“au calme clair de lune triste et beau.”

“the calm light of the moon, sad and fair.”

kai chisaki x trans male (he/they) reader writing practice, inspired by clair de lune, by claude debussy. nsfw. trigger warnings; mention of blood, thunderstorms, light cursing.

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Pit, patter, pit, patter, the sounds of the rain hitting the roof and the window settling you into a calm mood as you stirred the soup. You couldn't help but feel grateful for the cozy apartment you shared with Chisaki, and for the warm soup that you were preparing for him. Chisaki was your longtime partner, and you had been planning to surprise him with something special that night. You had spent the day studying while he was at work, and now you were eagerly awaiting his return. As you stirred the soup, you thought about how much you loved Chisaki and how important he was to you. You knew that he had been feeling stressed lately, so you wanted to do something to help him relax. That's when you remembered Clair De Lune, his favorite classical piece. With a smile on your face, you hummed the melody to yourself and swayed your hips back and forth.

After a few minutes, you turned off the stove and walked into the living room. You knew that Chisaki preferred his classical music on vinyl, so you turned on the record player and carefully placed the record on the turntable. You selected an extended version of Clair De Lune that lasted well over an hour and a half. As you listened to the music, you couldn't help but feel swept away by its beauty and elegance. With the soup simmering in the oven, you waited for Chisaki's return. You knew that he would be surprised and delighted by the cozy atmosphere you had created, and you couldn't wait to share a warm and tasty meal with him. As you waited, you thought about how lucky you were to have Chisaki in your life, and how much you cherished every moment you spent together.

You were relaxing on the couch when suddenly you heard a knock on the door. As you approached the door, you wondered who it could be. Just as you were about to open the door, it swung open and in walked Chisaki, his eyes ablaze with what appeared to be intense anger. You couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to be so upset. As you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, you slowly stood up from the couch and addressed him.

"Hey," you spoke softly, your voice echoing in the empty room as you approached the Yakuza. He was slumped over on the table, his body covered in blood. The crimson liquid stained his hair and dripped down onto his coffee-creamer colored skin. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, feeling a pang of sympathy for poor Chisaki. He was likely panicking under his plague mask. You stood there for a moment, the only sound the sound of Chisaki's labored breathing. You wondered what could have possibly led to this gruesome scene. Was it a turf war? A disagreement between rival gangs? You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of these thoughts.

Finally, Chisaki lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He removed his plague mask, revealing his pale, sweat-covered face. “Shower. I need one.” He stated, his voice hoarse.

“Did you get hurt?” You asked, getting closer and placing your hands on his chest. Only a light blush peaked on his cheeks, followed by the expression of disgust; he didn’t want your hands dirtying with the finger painting of some people(s) who he’d to kill. Kai shook his head.

As the two of you stood in silence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. You gave a small nod as Chisaki slid away to take his usual fifteen minute shower. Once he was finished, he approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you busied yourself with setting the table. You felt his face nuzzle into the crook of your neck as he breathed in deeply, letting out a contented sigh. The chill in the air sent shivers down your spine, but you basked in the warmth of his embrace. Then, without warning, Chisaki placed a gentle kiss on your neck, eliciting a hum from you. The moment felt like it could stretch on forever, with the feeling of his arms around you and the scent of his shower gel lingering in the air.

“Kai,” You breathed while your hands curled around the spoon in hand, enjoying the comforting warmth of the mug in your other hand. You could feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck, and his embrace tightened around your waist. You wondered what could have made him so happy, but didn't ask. But then, your mind was interrupted by a nagging feeling that something wasn't right. You knew Kai well enough to recognize the signs - the way he held onto you tighter than usual, the way his breath quickened against your skin. He must have gotten into some sort of big trouble, to be so wanting when he came home. You moved your hands off of the table, placing them over Chisaki’s and pulling them off your waist. He made the softest noise in retort, but took a step back. As you stood there, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry. 

“Dinner is ready,” You said, trying to cover up your emotions in your voice. Twice is better at hiding it than you. Chisaki had an amused expression, golden eyes dripping with both mischief, and lust. Yeah, he most likely got into big trouble at work.

Before he’d any time to respond, you continued. “How was work? Get into any trouble?”

Chisaki blinked, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. His eyes, which were more feminine than yours, seemed to reflect a deep sense of thought. He then slowly shook his head, as if to clear his mind. As you watched him, you couldn't help but notice his tendency to communicate non-verbally, particularly when he lied. It was as if he couldn't bring himself to utter the words out loud, instead relying on subtle gestures and expressions to convey his thoughts and feelings.

“How many people did you kill, babe?” you pressed, closing the space between the two bodies.

“Liberate.” Spoke the Yakuza. You rolled your eyes as his hands found their way up your thighs and to your waist, again. Like your thighs were his comfort place. “Okay, okay, liberate. How many?” you said with hints of playfulness as he got his face back into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses. He was really trying his best to distract you huh?

“Twen- Mm,” He cut himself off, sucking on a tender part of your neck, you couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over you. His hands gripped your waist tightly, almost as if he wanted to snap your hips. You tried your very best to hold back a moan, but it was difficult to do so as he continued to tease you. It was clear that he wanted something from you, but you weren't sure what it was. As you placed your hand on his back, you took in a shuddering inhale, feeling his breath on your skin. Your mind raced with thoughts of what he could possibly want from you, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Nevertheless, you were determined to figure it out and satisfy his desires, whatever they may be.

“A little gang, angel. A little gang with little shits. It was barely over twenty people.” He spoke into your neck, the little pet name making you feel hotter than it should’ve. But you nodded understandingly.

“You know, Kai, I’m not mad.” You said shyly, your own hands moving up his back and one of them holding the back of his head as he gave forgiving kisses on your neck. You felt safe and secure in his embrace, all your worries and fears dissipating. The soft music in the background and the aroma of the soup on the stove added to the cozy atmosphere. Kai's hands, those damn touchy hands, lifted you off the ground and brought you to the couch. You put up no fight, forgetting all about the soup, forgetting all about the music that was still playing. Chisaki’s eyes and touch was all that mattered now. As he continued to hold you, you felt your heart rate slow and your breathing grow steadier. You couldn't help but smile, grateful for this moment of peace and comfort amidst the chaos of daily life.

You spread your legs on the couch, inviting him in between them. He came closer, and you could feel his warmth as he lay on top of you. He started by taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He then proceeded to remove your shirt, tossing it aside. As he undressed you, his eyes roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice as if it were his first time seeing it. You had been with him for well over two years now, and yet he still seemed to find something new to appreciate every time.

After undressing you, he wasted no time in exploring your body with his lips and hands. The way he touched you was gentle yet insistent, as if he couldn't get enough of you. His golden eyes were hooded by thick lashes as he focused on your chest, tracing the two scars you had just below your pecs. It brought back a memory;

After you had your top surgery, you were left with scars that reminded you of your journey towards becoming your true self. You approached Chisaki to see if he could fix them, but he refused. When you asked him why, he explained that the scars were a reminder of the strength and courage you possessed to undergo such a transformative process. He wanted you to always remember who you truly are - someone with battle scars, someone who knows themselves inside and out. His words resonated with you deeply, and you couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone like Chisaki in your life. The way he spoke with such certainty and conviction made you feel seen and heard in a way that few people had before. You remember the pause he took after speaking, the way he looked at you with a mix of admiration and respect. "My man," he said, as if to solidify the bond between you both.

"Good God..." Chisaki hummed, his seductive voice barely above a whisper as he placed kisses on your clean, clean skin. "So fucking handsome," he said, pausing to gaze into your eyes. You felt his hot breath on your chest as he continued to kiss you, his lips pressing against your skin with increasing urgency. As he trailed his fingers down your arm, you couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. 

As they moved together, their hips bucking against each other, the sounds of Chisaki's gentle moans and your own squeaky ones filled the room. The classical piece that had been playing in the background seemed to complete the moment, as the moonlight shone in from the open window. The perfect half-cold, half-warm breeze seeped in through the windows, and wafted over their hot bodies. It was clear that they were in love - you and Kai Chisaki. Every touch, every breath, every moment was filled with a sense of passion that seemed to consume them both. They were lost in each other, completely and utterly wrapped up in the moment.

 After hours of passionate love making, the two sweaty bodies lulled off to sleep with the accompaniment of the outside world - the thunder, lightning, and the sound of raindrops,

pit, patter, pit, patter,

 like a lullaby. You were about to succumb to slumber when you heard a voice, so quiet and small, whispering into your ear, so exhausted yet sweet. The voice made your heart skip a beat as if an angel was speaking to you. It was as if the voice had a story to tell, a secret to share, or a dream to reveal. You could feel the warmth of the breath and the softness of the skin against your earlobe. It was a moment to cherish, to hold onto, to remember forever.

“I love you.”

#kai chisaki #overhaul #x reader #overhaul x reader #trans man #trans reader #you're beautiful #trans lives are valid #trans lives are human lives #chisaki x y/n #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #kai x reader #mha #bnha chisaki #bnha #bnha overhaul #mha chisaki #chisaki is a sweetie #୨ ╭ ✦ ︶・𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙰𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂・⟡୧ #୨ ╭ ✦ ︶・𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙰𝙾𝚄・⟡୧ #beware the next one is dabihaul #i really love dabihaul #aspiring author #oneshot #first time on tumblr #sorry if this is bad #love anyone who actually reads this

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Concert For You

SUMMARY: You overheard your boss/crush talking about how he loved you, so a concert made especially for him is the best way to tell him you feel the same way, right? WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: pure fluff, mutual pining, awkwardness, you singing in front of an audience.

A/N: Ahaha this is partly me writing this because I have a solo in May where I sing ‘Walking on Sunshine’ and I was thinking about how I should dance in the shower so uh- yeah- and then I was like “Why the heck not” so I added another 80′s song- lmao- anyways here’s song one and song two. A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

"I used to think maybe you love me, now baby I'm sure~" Your smile grew, swaying a bit as you sang into the mic, pointing at the audience. "And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door~"

The audience was entranced by your voice, or your looks, or maybe they were just too drunk to know what was going on. Whatever it was, they all loved you.

You had done this on a whim, really; you had heard your crush, Chisaki, talking in a muttered voice about how he had a crush on you to... Who was it? One of his most trusted people. So, as a hint—if it could even count as one—you invited him to an impromptu concert.

The male in question was watching you, arms crossed over his chest. A faint flush was steadily growing on his cheeks, but he ignored it. He just watched you; you were in such a pretty outfit. He loved it, but he knew he shouldn't say anything about it, lest he get teased.

He was enjoying the 'concert', although he really didn't want to watch you with all the others... He wanted you to sing to him personally. Not that he'd ever admit it to you.

After you finished the song, you bowed, smiling brightly at the cheers and calls for an encore. You shook your head slightly, laughing a little as you walked off, trying to find the young leader of the Shie Hassaikai. He had to be here somewhere... You had invited him personally, and anyways, he'd have heard about this, since you had talked about it to quite a few members.

Well... Not like you were begging for his attention. He was your employer, and it was completely inappropriate to think of him this way... But whatever.

Still, where was he... You blinked as you ran in to someone, an apology falling from your lips as you glanced up into beautiful golden eyes. His eyes.

"Oh- Chisaki-san." You smiled a little at him, looking a bit uncertain for the first time this night. "Did you like the concert?"

The male nodded slightly. "Yeah... I did. I enjoyed it a lot." He smiled faintly, not that it would show through the mask. "I really liked listening to your voice. Not to mention you sang in English... That's impressive. Could you sing a bit more for me?"

Your eyes widened slightly before you nodded, smiling a little more. "Yes, of course! What would you like me to sing?" Your head tilted slightly to the side as you watched him.

He paused for a moment, thinking. "Well... Anything's fine."

You hummed softly, thinking for a moment before deciding on a song. Before you could speak, Chisaki grabbed your arm, tugging you out of the room. "...I want it to be more private, so I can hear you better," he mumbled, a weak excuse, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to be with you.

You blinked, eyes wide. You were seriously rethinking the song you had picked... But hey, too late now. And you knew the lyrics by heart.

You walked in to a room, blinking as you saw a bed. Was this... His room...? You felt your cheeks burn at the thought, but shook it off. You took out your phone, looking for a karaoke version of the song. "For the... background music," you told him when you felt his questioning look on you.

He sighed a little, sitting down on the bed and pretty much just staring at you as you found the song, playing on it and placing your phone down as you heard the first few notes play before you opened your mouth to sing.

"I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing..." You took in another breath, not really meeting his gaze. "Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away and dreaming..." You closed your eyes, knowing that your cheeks were growing redder as you sang.

Soon, you reached the chorus: "Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep!" Your eyes fluttered open, gaze meeting his unreadable expression. You smiled a little more, the perfect performer. "'Cause I'd miss you, babe, and I don't want to miss a thing..."

You finally finished the song, awkwardly shifting in place as you watched him, unsure on what to do now. It wasn't often that you got to sing in front of one singular person, especially not your boss/crush.

Chisaki, on the other hand, was frozen, eyes wide. Your voice... He was enamored with it. It was so nice... "Why'd you choose that song? I'm curious." Way more than just 'curious', honestly. Those were love songs, right? He had heard some of the other members of the Shie Hassaikai listening to them sometimes. Half of them wanted to fall in love with someone, or have their feelings reciprocated, or all that. A few months ago, he would've scoffed. But now... He knew how they felt. He wanted you to like him back.

You paused a little. "Well, it's because I like you, Chisaki-san..." You murmured with a small smile.

Like him? In what way? His breathing sped up ever so slightly as he watched you. "Like me? Really...?" He hated this feeling. He knew he would most likely get crushed if he got rejected... But still. He walked a bit closer. Usually, he'd be disgusted by being this close to someone... But honestly, if you were the person making him sick, it was better. He'd rather it be you than anyone else.

You stared at him, blinking slightly in surprise at how close he was. You felt your cheeks grow a bit warmer as you watched him. What was going on...

"Do you have a crush on me, perhaps...?" He murmured softly, gazing in to your soft eyes. You really were so pretty...

"Well... Would you be mad if I say... Yes...?" You murmured, almost a whisper.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise before he shook his head. "No... I'm happy, really." He smiled ever so slightly, relaxing. "I'm glad you like me..." A gloved hand moved to cup your cheek gently, smile growing as he watched you lean in to his touch.

"Mhm, same here..." You smiled even more, content. "But, isn't it a bit inappropriate to have you as my boss and my partner?"

Chisaki rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter. I'm the boss of this place anyways. Where would you even go if you weren't working, anyway?"

"Touché. I'd probably just stay with you full time, then."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly mind that..."

"I guess you wouldn't." You let out a laugh, shaking your head slightly.

He smiled a little more, relaxing as he pulled you to his neatly made bed, sitting down and resting his head on your shoulder. He was... Quite cuddly, which surprised you a bit. But, it was cute.

You gently ran a hand through his hair, humming a small tune as he snuggled in to you. A small smile grew on your lips, relaxing. He really was adorable.

Chisaki was satisfied. He had you, all to himself, and you were just staying with him, not going away. He let out a soft murmur at your touch, nuzzling in to you more. He really hoped you would stay with him forever... He didn't want you to go away, not ever.

#chisaki kai x gender neutral reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki x reader #chisaki x gender neutral reader #chisaki kai #kai x gender neutral reader #kai x reader #overhaul x gender neutral reader #overhaul x reader #overhaul #kazumiwrites #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fluff #mutual pining

[superworldunkown]

AN: I have stumbled into the world of ‘Who Hurt You’ BookToks and I have to say I am so excited that the reading community is in its renaissance phase and now I cant stop thinking of a Katsuki x Y/N who hurt you prompt. 

HOWEVER

I see a lot of Katsuki as the person in power/influence so I decide to Uno-Reverse this and put him in the damsel in distress seat. 

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“I’m not going to ask you again,” Your voice didn’t have malice to it, but the usual jest in your tone was replaced with something more dark and ominous. You didn’t like to act this way, but this was Bakugou, and you were fucking queen damnit. And here was your captive standing before you with his usually gorgeous face marred with a large bruise to the cheek and a split lip.

The warrior responded to you tone with a defiant huff, his arms crossing over his bare chest. He attempted to lift his chin up at you, his nonverbal cue for ‘ you may be the queen but I dont take orders from you’, but the wince of pain that graced his face all but stopped him.

“It ain’t your business, your majesty.” 

You stepped forward, “You’re in my kingdom, under my house, and you are my captive. Everything that is your business, is my business. So, I’ll ask again. Who did this?” 

Bakugou had all the cards against him. You were right, he was your captive (albeit by a simple mistake, a robbery gone wrong), and he was in your kingdom, but that doesn’t mean he has to play by your rules. After all, he’s gotten this far without too much trouble. Save for the split lip and all that.

As you continued your approach closer to the blond your eyes caught on a particular mark on Bakugou’s face. Tenderly (but with enough force to say ‘stop resisting’), you hands worked around his jaw to lean in close, inspecting the small insignia that imbedded itself into his cheek. 

“Hm, there’s only one person I know who wears rings with that marking.” You concluded before letting him go, not noticing the flush of red that was now receding from Bakugou’s face. “Stay here.” You ordered before leaving the room.

Hours later Bakugou was awoken to your return, the sound of metal clanging against the wooden table next to his bed. 

“The hell is all this?” He asked lazily, his brain still waking from slumber.

“Chisaki was always so...elaborate with his jewels. The coat, the mask, I always found it so overtly opulent. Either way, he doesn’t seem to have need for these anymore, so I figured they’d be better off in your possession.” 

Despite your stoic appearance, Bakugou could see the glimmer of pride in your eyes as you spoke. The droplets of blood that coated the rings didn’t go unnoticed either.��“What did you do?” He asked.

You smiled while glancing over at him, “How lucky for him though. The last thing his hands ever touched was your beautiful face. Despite his circumstance, he should find comfort in that.” 

Bakugou had to spend the rest of the evening wondering that despite your haunting actions and smile, he too found comfort in them. 

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

If you are doing ask still, can I ask for a Overhaul x S/O? S/O has a nightmare that he overhauled them for no reason and the next day they seem off and on edge because of this. Thank you 😊

"Kai I swear! I don't know what the hell you'retalking about!" You hated every second of this. You hated how he managed to corner you like a predator ready to attack.

His eyes weren't normal. Not the kind of normal he was when he was around you at least. No. That gaze was of a professional yakuza murder that you knew he was... but never once raised his hand at you.

So why now we're you being accused of something you didn't do?

"Spare me of your nonsense." You gasped when his hand, which his usual gloves were somehow somewhere discarded, grabbed with full force on your neck "You think you are smart don't you? Fucking useless piece of sickness."

Every word of his was full of venom. Full of hate... for what? You didn't know. You didn't even knew how this started on the first place.

"I-I d-dont-!" You gasped as tears starting to pour from your eyes and coated your whole face as he clicked his tongue.

"Pathetic."

In one moment, in one blink... Chisaki Kai did something he swore to his life that he wouldn't do to you. Parts of your body were scattered along the floor in one second than later...

You were gasping for air while sitting in your bed...

"What the..?" You looked at your hands, shaking like leafs, as you tried to regain your ability to breath without having a panic attack.

You start to pat gently your face and then your throat for any sign of pain only to finally let a sigh of relief.

"A nightmare... thank God..." You breathed out, hand over your still racing heart as images of the terrible dream still replayed in your mind.

He wouldn't... Kai could be considered as a man with no heart or even soul to others, but in your presence he was different, even Pops had said it once.

But still...

"I swear if you don't go back to bed this instant..." You yelped in fear at the voice and looked up to see your husband with his hands stuffed on the pockets of his pants and staring at you in some sorta of mix of worry and annoyance in his golden eyes.

"I... just woke up actually." You didn't know why, but you couldn't trust your own thoughts or words around him... not for a while at least.

His left eyebrow raised up before sighing and making his way to the closet to change for some other clothing, at least more comfortable to sleep in.

"You sound shaken up. Did something happen while I was in the meeting?"

The dream replayed in your head once again as you gulped thick air down your throat.

"No. Nothing."

Moments later he got back, a plain black t shirt you had given him along with boxers as he took of his iconic mask... not even once breaking eye contact with you.

And it scared you.

"I see..." he muttered before laying down on his side, not failing to notice how you scooted just a bit away from him "Can I at least know why you're speaking with me like you're walking on eggshells?"

You stared at him for a bit before turning your back to him which left him widen eyed at your action.

"You're imagining things. Good night."

... was he?

You sounded hurt but the more he thought about the more he got anxious because he couldn't remember what he could have done that might have upset you... and what he hated to admit was that, he usually would sleep better with at least some sorta of contact with you. But apparently it wasn't a night for that.

He hoped it was just a bad mood you had because he was late or something, but he was oh so wrong when morning came and he didn't felt the usual good morning kiss you left on his forehead, cheek and most important lips.

It was his day off so he got even more confused and worried since when the heck did you leave him alone on his day off from his duties on the Hassaikai?

It didn't got better as time passed and everything he approached you by one centimeter you would excuse yourself from him and go somewhere else. Or just say that you were busy.

His pride wouldn't allow it, but he was desperate at this point. Even if his face didn't spoke it, his actions did.

"What did you do now?" The elder sighed with his cup on hand as Chisaki deadpanned.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" The elder raised his eyebrow but soon noticed the despair of his successor as he tried and tried to remember if he did something wrong. "Did you try at least to talk with (Y/n) about this?"

"How can I try this if everything I get near them they just run away like I'm a..." he sighed before he could speak something he would regret later "They won't stay even in the same room with me and I don't know why."

"Hm..." the elder hummed in thought before placing his cup down and sitting up "Would you rather if I talked to them?"

"No ... no, is not something you have to solve. Is my marriage on the line so.." he pondered before sighing once again and pinching between his eyebrows "I just don't know how to approach without scaring (Y/n) off..."

The elder blinked. While his successor was speaking he noticed how you had walked by and listened to most of the conversation, but decided to not call you over since he saw your some sorta of regretfull expression.

"I'm sure is nothing you two can't solve. Don't let it get over your head, alright?" He walked past Chisaki as he patted the young man's head... for the first time Chisaki didn't grumbled about it since he was so distraught on fixing things with you...

.

.

"Crap, I'm an idiot." You muttered to yourself as you walked in circles in your bedroom "But how I'm gonna tell him that? That way he is going to say I'm pathetic." You face palmed before flinching at the door opening.

Your husband in all his glory marched over you and handed it over a box full of your sweets and a pushing of your favorite animal and started to speak while he placed the goods on the bed. Yes, not caring about messes. That's how serious it is.

"Listen, I don't know what I did to get you this upset, but know that I regret even the slightest things I did on our whole relationship to make you think I don't love you or if I made you mad because I'm not around often. I understand if you want some time to yourself but I beg of you to at least give me a reason why you're acting like this." He tried to growl but his voice to you sounded so hurt and so desperate even that you couldn't help but widen your eyes at him.

"Kai..." You muttered, shocked state still present, as you tried to at least formulate words.

"So?.. what did I do?" He asked again with more anxiety present as he crossed his arms over his chest as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish until you groaned and buried your face on your hands.

"You did nothing... God, this whole thing is stupid..." You groaned again before flinching when you felt his touch on your wrist and he retreated his hand back immediately at noticing it.

"... so what is it? Are you attracted to me like before? Do you not feel anything anymore?" His words hurt like hell because you could see a tinge of sadness on this man's expression even though he tried to remain a calm and neutral face all of the time every since he entered this bedroom.

"No Kai, of course not." You spoke before finally getting the courage yourself to approach him and ask for his permission to touch him as he merely stared at you.

You sighed, caressing his wrist with your thumbs before finally managing to ask of him to not be mad at you and only after talk about the dream you had the night before.

He furrowed his eyebrows at your story and just stared at the ground for a while before sitting down, legs spread, arms resting above his thighs as he rested his head on his interlocked hands with a troublesome expression.

"I know, is stupid. I'm sorry for avoiding you all day because of that..." You sit down next to him with a heavy sigh, hands kn your lap fidgeting nervously before you notice one of his gloved hand grasp gently at one of your own.

His gaze was still fixed on the floor but you could only look at the troublesome expression he hold.

"So that's why you were flinching around me since last night? And you didn't had the courage to talk to me about it because you thought I would be enraged with it?"

"Not enraged, but more like... insulted? Think that I was being dramatic or something." You mumbled as you heard him inhaling deeply.

"I'm not fond of lies, so I'm not going to pretend I'm sot somehow... hurt that you thought I would hurt you or low your emotions down like that after so many years together." You cringed in guilt "But I'm not also immature to take this seriously since I know dreams are only images that our brain makes based on what we saw and feel in according to our life and recent memories... I would rather thought that you had this... because you saw me once or twice threat someone of the yakuza ro our rival like than being afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid of you. I was just anxious, I swear. I needed some time to cool down, but I was wrong for not telling you right away love... I'm sorry." You hugged his shoulder and smiled a bit at noticing then sag with a relieved sigh leaving his lips.

"I could care less if the others out there fear me... but I would never forgive myself if you-" you interrupted him by lowering down his mask and pecking his lips.

"I'm not. Don't finish this sentence."

"And I would rather die than hurt you with my quirk angel." He muttered, finally looking at you as he brushed your hair back to land a gentle kiss of his own on your forehead "Much less hurt you in any sort of way."

"Carefull, others are going to say you had gotten soft." You snickered before giggling at the flip your received on your forehead as he growled for you to shut up.

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[the-masked-ram]

Wallowing in Corruption- Chisaki Chapter Two

CW: NSFW, Fem Reader, Drug induced Quirks, Drug Addiction, Alcohol use, Gangs, Politics, Complex plot, Morally Grey chars, Dark Chars, Abduction, Corrupted Police, Abduction, Guns, Threats Chisaki Chapter Two: Condescending Bastard

            The light of his phone app caused a white flare at the edge of your vision. His plague mask sparkled in the brightness. Fuck, this was the yakuza leader. Your arm tensed under his hand, when he slipped the phone into the breast pocket of his suit keeping the beam aimed forward, you felt a warning roil in your gut. ----

            You tried to pull free as he adjusted his hold, but then you heard a metallic click and swallowed. You’d heard that sounds four times before in your life, it was the sound of a hammer being cocked back on a handgun. Which now, the hard muzzle was bumping against your spine to move you forward.

            “Come. Let’s go, and don’t make a sound,” his voice was so smooth, like whipped honey.

            Yet the cold irritation in his tone sent a shiver through your body. You swallowed back the whimper that tried to break free and allowed him to guide you forward without putting up any resistance.

            “Good girl,” you could almost hear his condescending smirk.

            “Don’t call me that, bastard,” you lashed out without even thinking.

            He pressed the gun firmly against your back again, “Quiet, you don’t want to be caught either, do you? Not with that handful of pills.”

            His voice was a growl, but it still never rose in volume, and his grip on your arm never tightened. You looked up at him for a moment, he wasn’t even sparing you a glance. You were just a bargaining chip in this, obviously. He would shoot without hesitation; you were sure of it. Once you were of no use, or if you pushed too much too soon, you would be lying dead in a puddle of your own blood.

            So, for now, all you could do was follow, and try to keep the vomit down. The man beside you was completely silent, even as chaotic screams and sounds of banging rang out from the room behind you. When you reached the metal door you had ran into him at earlier, he slipped the gun back into his pocket as he tightened his hand around your arm, you knew the skin underneath was actively bruising and you hissed out a breath.

            “Stay still,” he muttered, distracted by the keypad in front of him but still relatively aware of your presence.

            You shifted a bit only to feel his gloved fingers bite harder into your skin, making you wish you’d worn long sleeves. After pressing a few numbers from the small panel, a hard click sounded from somewhere inside the door and he pulled on the handle to slide it to the side.

            Inside was a plain room with a single metal brief case on a podium. The yakuza closed the door behind the two of you and pulled out the gun again to slam down the handle on the keypad on the inside of the door. The now broken lock sparked, completely useless and making it harder to open the door as the sound of the grating lock sliding into place echoed through out the room.

            You turned to look at him, as he fiddled with something causing several low-level lights to pop on, and then flipped the app on his phone off. You allowed yourself a good look at the man who held your fate in his hands. His eyes were still captivating, with plush lashes and golden irises. He also had a softness to his features that would have thrown you off the danger he exuded, except for the fact he had held a gun to you merely seconds earlier.

            What you could see of his face was calm, even if he was irked from whatever he considered a change of plans. But he moved like a man who was used to the chaos, and always had back up plans. Which was possibly the most dangerous type of man in this city, because that meant he’d been at the top and survived through multiple attempts of dethroning.

            He released your arm, and tilted his head when he looked at you, “Give me the pills.”

            He held out his hand. You stiffened, the panic you felt before didn’t even equate to the fear that swelled within you now. The firm command to his words, his expectant gaze, and his hand outstretched. You felt this was a turning point. What would happen if you gave them to him? Would he kill you?

            You clenched your fist tighter and brought it to your chest, shaking your head, “No.”

            He rose an elegant brow for a moment, studying you before straightening his head, “Have it your way.”

            There was an odd glimmer in his eyes as he turned to the pedestal, and swiped a couple designs across a touch pad, a flicker of light happened on the surface and then he picked up the briefcase. He turned to you with a thoughtful squint to his eyes, before nodding.

            “I think you will continue to escort me,” he obviously didn’t expect a response as his forearms slipped around the exact same spot as earlier that was already aching dully.

            He pulled you after him further into the shadows of the room.

            “The fuck! Where are we going?! Lemme go!” You snarled, trying to thrash only for him to stiffen his arm and almost pick you up in the process of shoving you forward.

            “Be a good girl for me, hm? Let’s not make any noises until we get to the car, don’t want the police finding us. Especially since you still have that lovely little package of highly illegal drugs,” his voice was so sickly sweet.

            Your frowned, jamming your jaw shut and holding your tongue. You just had to bide your time, right? Choose wisely. He no longer had the gun trained on you. Another door was opened in front of you and you weren’t even aware when you’d gotten in front of it, too focused on the swirling anxiety in your mind.

            The bite of sharp cool air across your face made you suck in a breath. Grounding yourself and focus away from the dizziness that threatened to overcome you, breathing a couple more times. You took in your surroundings, you were in a back alley, where a car sat idling at the entrance, and Chisaki wasted no time in steering you towards it.

            From somewhere nearby you heard muffled voices, saw the bounce of colored flashing lights off the brick, there were police vehicles nearby. This could be your chance? What should you do? This man wasn’t to be crossed. But he would kill you soon anyway, right? Which will you choose?:

1: Try and attract attention by calling for help? 2: Follow along quietly for now?             --- Back to Chapter One

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[thotsforvillainrights]

Hi there!

Do you mind doing a hc or scenario where Kai is taking care of his loved one who broke their leg & just flat out refused to let him fix it?

Thanks

Sincerely a broken fan of yours. 🥴

(Broken anon, I have just the thing for you!)

~Rainy Day Accident~

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Did you know just how damn much you stressed him out?! You drove the man into near insanity sometimes. Whether this was with your little touches behind closed doors, your affinity for loud noises when he needed to focus, your dazzling smile on his darkest days, or just the way you refused to listen to him during the most crucial moment. You drove him crazy and today was no different from the rest.

He'd told you a dozen times to stay inside today and that the weather would get bad but no. You just simply insisted on leaving to the store to pick something up he could've just ordered online and had dropped off tomorrow. No no, you were impatient so he hid his keys. Then you struck out WALKING when he'd turned his back. He was busy scratching away at his hive covered arms when Kurono entered his office shortly after knocking. "Overhaul, we found her/him/them..." He was delivering good news so then why had the tone of his voice been glum? "And what else?" Kai pressed for more information. Kurono sighed and removed his mask to reveal his serious eyes. "Y/N had apparently slipped and fell down a set of stairs."

In the blink of an eye, Chisaki had pushed past Chrono and rushed to your side in the living room where you rested on the couch. Nemoto bowed upon seeing his master and stepped aside so he could kneel beside you. He glared, frowning at the sight in front of him. Without saying a word he signaled for Nemoto to leave you two alone. You half expected another one of his long winded speeches about what you shouldn't have done. Instead, he immediately began apologizing to you. "Angel, I'm sorry. Had I actually put my foot down like I was supposed to then this wouldn't have happened to you." You smiled and softly placed a hand on top of his head. "You're apologizing to me? Should be the other way around, don't you think? Besides, the doctor in the hospital told me earlier that it would heal up in no time. Just gotta wait out the next couple of weeks." You explained. He quickly looked up at you as though you'd grown 3 heads. "Wait it out? No Angel, of course not. There's no need for that. If you'd just let me, I can go ahead and fix this in no time." He spoke as he began removing his gloves.

"Oh nope no! No thanks! There's really no need for that Kai haha! I can heal up just find the natural way. Besides, wouldn't it be better at this point? Maybe I can learn to sit down and listen to you when I'm supposed to." You were joking around and he was serious. For the next few weeks, although stuck in the house, you still managed to find a way to drive him insane. How this time? By not letting him do the simple thing and repair your broken leg for you. He'd follow you around sometimes an hour at a time and continuously beg you to let him fix it. He'd even caught himself watching you sleep at night, secretly thinking of just doing it while your guard was let down. Then he thought about the first time you began dating and you made him promise to never use his quirk on you without permission.

"Damn it..." he angrily mumbled to himself as he replayed the memory and watched you struggle to settle into bed comfortably with the cast.

Perhaps a little more begging would eventually get you to open up to the idea but for now, he kept strong on making sure you weren't going to roll out of bed and hurt yourself or your leg.

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