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after-witch · 6 months

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Horrorfest: No Appointment Necessary [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: No Appointment Necessary [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis: It doesn't matter how good of a patient you are: he's going to hurt you, anyway.

For Horrorfest request:

i'm sorry if it's too vague & ignore ofc if so, but! overhaul x medical horror? looking forward to these prompts, thank you!! love your writing so much.

Word count: 1833

notes: Yandere, kidnapped reader, medical horror and abuse (including: needles, sedation, restraints, medical ests)

You’ve been living on this hospital bed for oh, so long. Long enough that your world feels horizontal most of the time, an endless parade of the same sights and sounds that has gone so far as to seep into your dreams.

The windowless wall with nothing to see but shelves--for gloves, for needles, for medicines; and cabinets--for charts and reports and test results. You’d asked Overhaul if he might put up a picture, something sweet and soft, a flower, a cloud, a drawing. And he’d looked at you like he wanted to coo, but he denied your request--

“Clinic rooms are no place for pretty things.” And he’d paused, then. “Except for you, of course.”

So you don’t see a pretty picture on the wall.

Above you, there’s the bare ceiling with its tiles, counted a million times. Often, there is Overhaul, wearing his medical mask and always framed by a surgical light that he swivels around. His eyes are always intent, staring down at you with varying degrees of curiosity, focus, possession, irritation, disgust, but never pity.

The machines next to you, which at least offer a little variation. Sometimes your heart rate is fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes the IV is clear and other times it has an awful tinge to it; those are the medicines that make your arms hurt, make you feel sluggish and sick, before you are forced into darkness.

The only reason that you don’t have bed sores, you think, is because Overhaul would find them too disgusting to treat. So you are turned like clockwork and walked like a dog every day. He gives you a mild sedative beforehand, of course, so that you’re too woozy to try something silly like running away from him. It’s too hard to run when the world spins and you’re only wearing grippy socks and he has to drag the wheeled IV behind you as you shuffle along.

You look forward to your walks, hazy those they are, because at least when you’re being walked you’re not on the bed. And if you’re not on the bed, he can’t do anything awful to you.

Like this, right now.

Your inhale is sharp and pained, and you whimper out something like a protest as he pushes the ultrasound wand down harder against your skin, moving, moving. Looking for something--but what? Your stomach is uncomfortably warm and sloppy, rubbed with lubricant that makes it easier to push the wand around.

“Stop complaining.” His words are spoken so casually that it only makes them sting more. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“It does,” you whine. And maybe you’re exaggerating a little. It doesn’t hurt in the same way as the needles sometimes do or the medicines that make your heart go too fast or the aftermath of waking up from his quirk, when things went awry.

But a little pain is still pain and you’re stuck in this bed wearing a hospital gown for what will probably be the rest of your miserable life, so why can’t you complain?

“It doesn’t,” he corrects. “You’re just being childish. If you keep squirming, I’ll have to strap you down again.”

Your lip trembles, but you don’t vocalize your complaints anymore. Instead you force your eyes up, glancing as much as you can at the ultrasound screen, where you can see the vague impressions of your organs being mapped and recorded.

This test is taking longer than you thought. You’d like lunch. You weren’t allowed to eat breakfast or your morning snack because he said you had to fast for the ultrasound. You did get a bit of water with your medicine, but that was it.

After a while of him pressing the wand around, humming, clicking on his computer, you sigh.

“What are you looking for?”

He doesn’t so much as glance down at you. Instead, he pushes particularly hard against your side, then tsks.

“Don’t worry your little head about it. Just checking on the progress we’re making.”

Your hands curl into a fist and uncurl, then curl and uncurl. It sometimes keeps you calm, when you’re worried. But right now it’s mild entertainment, more entertaining than the gray-and-black-and-white blobby organs you can only just barely see on the screen.

“Progress we’re making on what?”

This time, he does glance down at you. Is he smiling? He might be. The skin around his eyes crinkles a little.

“Something wonderful, dearest. But don’t trouble yourself.”

You hum, unwilling to argue, and go back to staring at the ceiling. Maybe this time, when you count the tiles, the number will be different.

Lunch is always the same. You used to hate that, but now it’s almost comforting. Anything routine is better than wondering what awful thing might happen next and will that awful thing involve needles, scalpels, or his bare hands?

So, no, you don’t mind eating the same lunch tray this afternoon. Steamed rice, fish and vegetables and a cup of broth soup that he tells you is fortified. When he first brought you here, you’d thrown the trays on the ground and accused him of drugging you because he was a really sick FUCK.

So he strapped you down, fed you through your nose, and sedated you while explicitly describing exactly how much sedative he was inserting into your IV every time.

You don’t accuse him of things like that anymore. You also don’t throw away your food.

And it’s become apparent that, for as much as he does use sedatives on you, he never hides them in your food or tricks you. Is that worse or better? Sometimes it’s better, you think, because he’s letting you know before it happens. You can prepare yourself, steel your nerves, be ready. But it might be nice not to sit there for a few minutes, heart pounding, agonizing over the fact that you know he’s about to drug you.

Ah well, it doesn’t matter, because you don’t have a choice in what he does anyway.

When lunch is over, you let him clean you up. He wipes your mouth and you sanitize your hands in the portable sink he brings over to the bed. And when you’re settled down long enough to wonder what the rest of the day will look like.

On good days, the tests mostly involve checking your pulse, your blood pressure, your reflexes. Maybe drawing a bit of blood, which usually isn’t so bad. He lets you rest and once he even rolled in a TV on wheels and you watched a movie. Now that was a good day, but that hasn’t happened again. Maybe it was too exciting.

On bad days… on bad days you are strapped to the bed, because even if you are trying your very best to be compliant, you cannot stop yourself from trying to rip out the IVs that pump painful sludge into your veins; you cannot help but scream and thrash and try to get away.

But while you are pondering all of this, Overhaul has come back, clipboard in hand.

He looks you up. He looks you down.

“You’ll have to be sedated for this evening,” he says.

And oh, you know at once: bad day.

You shift backwards on the bed, the paper-like material of your gown scrunching up around your knees as you bring them to your chest.

Your mouth already feels cotton dry. Maybe your throat is anticipating the screams.

“Does it have to be today?”

He blinks at you. Then walks over to the side of the bed and pulls out the restraints--two for your wrists, two for your ankles.

“Lay down. Don’t make a fuss. Can you do that much?”

It takes you a long, agonizing moment but yes, you can do that much. Because you know what happens if you fight. You squeeze your eyes shut while he straps you in, but before you open them, there’s a gloved hand on your forehead--a sympathy touch? Or, ah--just checking for fever.

Whatever the case, you hear the sound of a snapping glove and the dull thud of the containment trash can being open and shut.

And then a hissing. The sound of wheels rolling harshly against the floor. A pop of plastic being released from its holder.

Your fingers clench inward until your nails bite your skin.

You open your eyes just in time to see the edge of the gas mask fitting over your nose, fogging up just a tad when you whimper into the unforgiving plastic. It’s an awful taste, and you can never get used to it--like licking the inside of a beach ball that’s been left to sit in the sun. It seeps into your mouth, your nose, down your throat.

Your eyes blink and blink, fighting and heavy, but it doesn’t help: your consciousness slams into the darkness.

You wake up. You always wake up, though you’re not always terribly grateful for that fact.

Waking up is slow, like pulling your feet out of something deep and sticky. The world comes back in waves. Sounds, first, always sounds. The beeping of your machines. His voice, sometimes, talking to himself as he jots down notes. Occasionally the sound of someone else--an assistant, though you rarely see them at all.

Sight, then, but it’s more gradual. Maybe it would be easier if the room was brighter or if there was a window. Or if you were actually interested in what was in front of you beyond the need to know what will happen to you today.

Then sensation comes back into your limbs that feel like lead even after you’ve woken up.

You smack your lips. Dry lips. Dry mouth. Dry throat.

But you don’t need to ask for water. Overhaul is there with a little paper cup that he presses to your lips, slowly, tipping just enough that you don’t choke out of eagerness.

When you swallow

“The procedure went very well,” he says. He sounds cheerful. But his words only carve out a dull ache in your stomach.

“What… did you do this time?”

He never tells you. He only taps his clipboard and moves on, and you don’t push the issue out loud.

All you know is that something else is missing. Some integral part of you, as if each time he puts you under, you wake up with less of yourself; what has he scooped out with a knife or his hands or his very presence?

Your quirk?

Your soul?

Something else, far more intangible but just as precious?

The pillow underneath your head is hospital-grade. The ceiling above your head has an even number of tiles, one of which has an old water stain that you’re surprised was allowed to remain. The machines on your side continue to beep and your left arm lays palm upward, so your IV doesn’t get disturbed.

And you?

You’re still on the hospital bed--and that’s where you’ll stay.

#yandere overhaul #yandere kai chisaki #yandere chisaki kai #yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere #afterwitch writes #aw horrorfest

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thecuriousquest · 2 months

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MHA Spanking Pain

Multiple MHA Yandere Characters

Warning: Light yandere themes, NSFW (punishment spanking - NOT EROTIC), non consensual punishment spanking, bruising, bare ass spanking, characters 18+, characters can either be platonic or romantic

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Bakugou- We already know. Explosions. Murder. JFC wouldn’t even be able to get through the first spank. And he’ll fucking give it to you too. He goes harder than you could have ever imagined. Like, you’re over his knee, bottom bare due to him LITERALLY RIPPING OFF YOUR CLOTHES. They’re just in tattered heaps on the floor along with your dignity.

Deku- Fuck. Really? Goddamnit. Couldn’t even handle it at 2%, and he wants to go 10%?! 😭 You must have really done something to fuck up if he’s pissed enough to spank you that hard.

Shoto- Okay, you were expecting him to heat up his hand. That’s always a given. However, you never FUCKING EXPECTED HIM TO TURN DOWN THE TEMP. His hand is freezing your ass with spanks, and it’s so painful in like a cold and numb sort of way.

Kirishima- You don’t even understand! 😭 When he uses his quirk to spank you, you’re literally bent over in the most degrading way, your skin stretched to his liking to make that sensitive under curve completely visible. And then his hard paw cracks down on your skin as if someone spanked you with a paddle made of concrete. And your scream is so loud that your voice breaks and actually goes out within the first minute.

Denki- When he spanks you and charges his hand with volts of electricity…fuck you’re just fucked. Say your prayers, light a candle for yourself. Do whatever you need to do to mentally prepare for this fucking torture.

Aizawa- He’s got that Dad swing. Hurts like an SOB. Ties you up too. Bitch, you ain’t goin’ nowhere. Not today, not gonna even be able to walk properly for a while.

Enji- Also has that Dad swing, but he can also heat up his hand and burn your ass.

Overhaul- It hurts, and he makes sure you know what you did was wrong, but you can usually get through it with minimal tears.

Shiggy- Bulked up Shigster makes you wonder what you did in a past life to deserve suffering under his “special spanking” glove. It’s exactly what it sounds like. He has his gloves that make sure he doesn’t decay whatever the fuck he touches. But this support item…whomever made them must either really hate you or they’re really scared of Shiggy. Hurts like a mother fucker.

Dabi- Dear God…his spankings are the worst. First of all, he doesn’t even necessarily need to do this, but he ties you down to the bed. Each limb secured by rope which is attached to each bed post. Either turns up the temp in his hand or just lets the flames do the talking. It really just depends on his mood and the infraction. What’s worse is that sometimes you don’t even do anything to deserve it. He just likes hurting you because you can’t do anything to stop him. 🖕

Mr. Compress- Very old fashioned. Pants and underwear bunched at the ankles with you bent over his knee. Uses his hand or a paddle, sometimes a belt if you’ve been very naughty. However, he always gives you a long winded lecture like a fucking monologue as he spanks you, and his words are what makes it all sooooo much worse. His words actually leave you in tears. Yes, the spanking hurts, but it’s the guilt that ebbs and gnaws at your heart.

Twice- Spanks you and then apologizes because he doesn’t think you deserve it only to laugh at you and do it again. It’s a literal mind fuck, but he’s got you pinned down with a clone. I think a funny idea is him making a clone of himself so that his double can spank you while he watches, and then he says something dumb like “Take your hands off of my woman! That’s kind of hot, do it again!” The pain though…he’s an actual devil, so he’ll spank you rough and raw, bruise you up just with his hand.

Hawks- Lord have mercy! Uses his hand AND a feather, and his feathers are like one of those paddles with the holes drilled into them. It’s the worst being spanked by one of those feathers. He uses spankings for large scale infractions. Punishment is punishment. It’s gotta hurt so you can learn. Quick corrections are done with a few smacks on the spot, typically over your clothes. The big rules you break are ALWAYS done bare with you bent over the back of the couch. He spanks you to tears even if it breaks his heart to do so.

All Might- Heeheehee. Okay, so like if we’re talking bulky All Might, then you know you’re not going to be walking properly until the swelling and bruising goes down. In this form, he doesn’t even need to use an implement. His hand is just fucking enough. If we’re talking depleted All Might…I’m just gonna let you know that his hand is still enough, but he’s more likely to use paddles and belts. I honestly think he’s even old fashioned enough to cut a switch. Either way, your ass is grass, and you’re fearing for your life the moment he forces you over his knee or the bed for a long punishment.

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yandere-kokeshi · 7 months

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first of all, love your pfp bestie we stan medusa, SECOND OF ALL how do you think Chisaki would respond to his s/o or darling calling him cute with no warning

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight talk of blood

A/N: thank you <3. Also, I didn't check for errors, so please excuse me! Enjoy otherwise.

The minute those words roll out of your tongue, Overhaul stops whatever he’s doing and looks at you — nobody, not even The Boss, had called him cute, handsome, or whatever compliments the dictionary has.

His heart beats faster. He feels odd, too sweaty, hands suddenly shaky, and he can't even check your blood now — his cheeks rise red. But, he dodges it. Clearly not wanting to make it a huge deal, even though it is.

He clears his throat loudly, pretending your words didn’t nearly make him choke. When he finds you looking at him, questioning at his dodgy behavior, anxiety, and butterflies flap around in his stomach. Do you know what you do to him?

Kai gulps, nodding at your question if he’s okay, then thanking you with his monotone voice. He’s wearing his mask, of course he is. And he hopes you can’t see the smile.

However, you do; the creases in his eyes, how his pupils practically light up, and looking at you almost waiting for more praises every time you speak about whatever is on your mind.

Calling him cute made his body short an error, and he liked it. Wants to hear more from you, but won’t do so due to his arrogant, and boss reputation he has to hold.

He'd love to hear you say it again.

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depravitycentral · 11 months

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Yandere! Kai Chisaki General Profile

Yandere! Kai Chisaki x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, violence, mentions of dub-con, Kai is awkward and literally can't not pop boners around you constantly, threats, mentions of blood, mentions of needles, slight objectification, allusions to neglect, Kai forces you to watch him kill someone, masturbation, fem! reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

Tidy

First and foremost, being Kai’s darling requires a certain level of cleanliness.

They by no means need to be a germaphobe or obsessively making sure every surface is spotless, but keeping their living space fairly clean and orderly is something incredibly appealing to Kai.

And once his darling is living in the base and has a room all to themselves, it pleases him greatly to see his darling’s bed neatly made every morning, their clothes (all hand selected by him, of course) hanging up in the closet, or any other small display of them just generally wanting the area to be somewhat neat.

He likes the reassurance that his darling has a bit of sense about them, that they understand that cleanliness is important.

And honestly, one of the most heartwarming things Kai can imagine is his darling purposefully cleaning something for him, that they’re willing to spend their time and energy voluntarily making sure that something has been sanitized, cleaned or straightened up all in the name of making him more comfortable, of helping alleviate some of the disgust and fear of his everyday life.

He loves the idea of his darling being a sweet little domestic partner, a housewife of sorts, and if they have a natural liking of keeping things on the cleaner side?

Well, it only makes Kai fall harder, deeper, more completely, because god, how is his darling so fucking perfect for him?

Sweet

Kai is honestly a bit pessimistic; he’s not especially positive about things in life, not especially kind or forgiving, and though he hasn’t really given much thought to what he does and doesn’t find attractive, even he can’t deny that there’s a certain allure to someone who’s the opposite of him; of his brash and cold words, someone warm and sweet and soft.

A darling that doesn’t hesitate to throw kind words at him, to praise the people around them and just generally make people feel good about themselves is something he quickly becomes enamored with, the compliments at first catching him off guard.

His darling saying something along the lines of wow, the gold in your mask really brings out the shades of your eyes – it’s really pretty, is only met with Kai’s cryptic, stoic stare, making them shrink in on themselves while he internally tries to process the idea that his darling likes his eyes.

He’s confused at first, slightly irritated and wondering if they meant it in some sort of derogatory or mean way, but as his cold eyes search their own warmer, slightly nervous ones, he’s taken aback to realize that they mean it, that they’re being genuine with their words.

In all honesty, growing up in the yakuza and being surrounded by criminals and an parental figure that used tough love more than anything, having someone actively praise him or deliver compliments is something he’s completely unused to, completely confused by

But he can’t deny the way a little seed of warmth grows in his chest, the words feeling strange but nice.

And as his darling only continues with their offhand compliments, their small, sweet words, Kai only grows more and more addicted to them, and though he tries his best to compliment them back (it comes off more threatening than anything – your hands are very clean, I wish I could keep them for myself), it’s a bit difficult for him to recover from their honesty, from the way his heart hammers against his ribcage at just one mere kind smile from them.

It’s disorienting, but Kai would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely love it.

Patient

He is, admittedly, a bit poor with processing and expressing his feelings; he’s never experienced a relationship or romantic feelings of any sort before he met his darling, and as a result he’s a bit clueless when it comes to courting them, to how he should act around them.

Of course, he wants nothing more than to completely woo his darling, to sweep them off their feet and get them to fall madly in love with him, but he’s realistic enough to know that no matter how many cheesy, dreadful rom-coms he watches, no matter how many articles or pieces of advice from colleagues and clients, it won’t change the fact that he’s just naturally not romantic, that he’s just not good with expressing himself.

He wants to be a wonderful partner, always spoiling his darling and making them feel treasured and loved like how he really feels, but it’s difficult for him to break away the layers of carefully built shields around himself, the thick skin he’s acquired through years of working in the underground mafia.

And, because of this, his darling absolutely needs to be patient – they need to be able to give him the time and space he needs in order for him to process his feelings, to try and make sense of how and when he should approach them about his desires to hold them, to see them smile.

And while it’s likely that his darling won’t even be aware of his obsession and romantic feelings towards them until much later in his infatuation, they need to be understanding of how fucking hard it is for Kai to be vulnerable, to allow any sort of happiness or weakness into his life.

Because really, his darling is his one true, huge weak spot – one he loves dearly and would give his life for, but still isn’t quite sure how to rely this to them.·

Smart

In Kai’s world, strategy, power and manipulation are absolutely everything; he needs to be at the top of his game at all times, making sure that he’s making the right decisions, playing the right cards and just generally making every possible move towards the restoration of the Shie Hissakai.

He’s constantly strategizing, thinking through decision after decision, scenario after scenario, and as a result he’s grown to absolutely demand intelligence out of those around him, to require brains and a general threshold of understanding for those he deems close to him, and his darling is no exception.

They don’t need to be book smart per se, but he needs to have confidence that if he were to explain something to them (though he avidly tries to separate his darling from any and all yakuza business) that they would understand, that he wouldn’t need to spend hours going over the same piece of information again and again before they finally understood.

There’s a certain attractiveness to intelligence that he can’t quite explain, but very much feels – when his darling makes some sort of quick remark or statement in response to something he said, there’s a sense of pride swelling in his chest, because that’s his beloved who’s so smart, so understanding and quick thinking.

He really likes the idea of his partner and him being a bit of a ‘power couple’ (though he absolutely refuses to give up any of his own power over his work or them – he is in charge, as he always will be), in that they’re both forces to be reckoned with, smart and strong and a powerful team together.

It’s enticing, and though his darling likely couldn’t change his mind about anything, Kai enjoys asking them about their opinions and thoughts on certain matters, just to understand how deeply they agree or disagree, how deeply his darling’s smarts run.

That, and Kai will be taking every possible opportunity to bond with beloved, even if talking about hero society is the way to do it.

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

Controlling

Kai is, as in most aspects of his life, absolutely desperate to be in charge of every little thing around him.

He needs to be dictating every single thing you do, everything you say and think and feel, otherwise things get ugly, quickly.

There’s a part of him that’s absolutely terrified that you hold so much emotional weight over him, that he cares so much about you, that he does things because of you.

He doesn’t like the way he feels so helpless in the face of you, even as unassuming and weak as you are.

He doesn’t like that you hold such power over him, knowingly or not, and as a result it helps to quell down this anxiety and fear when he’s telling you that you’re not allowed to leave your room, that you must wash your hands every ten minutes on the dot, that you aren’t to speak to another living soul besides himself.

Kai craves for you to feel the same overwhelming, disorienting love that he does for you, but more than anything he craves absolute control over you.

He wants power over you, to know that you will follow his every word, his every command, anything and everything he could ever want.

To him, it shows that you trust him, that you love him and that you’re giving yourself to him, to let him love you and show you how much you mean to him.

In his eyes, it’s all actually strangely romantic – you’re his sweet little quirkless woman, the girl he thinks he loves, the one he’d do anything and everything to protective and keep his, and in return all he asks is that you let him decide everything for you, that you depend completely and solely on him.

It’s a fair deal, really, and after all, he knows what you need much better than you do - after all, he knows you better than you know yourself.

He has a, for lack of a better term, brutal schedule that he keeps you chained to – he’s rigging an alarm for your room that goes off at exactly 6:30 in the morning, a steady beeping noise that does the job quite nicely, if the camera feed showing you frowning and covering your ears with the single pillow he’s given you is anything to go by.

He’s sending in a henchman (masked, so that there’s no chance of you finding him attractive) with a tray of nutritionally balanced breakfast items that you will eat, lest he’ll use force against you.

Your breakfast will consist of a pile of meat of his choosing, steamed vegetables on the side, and a small container of starch next to the plate.

A smattering of vitamins are enclosed in a small box in the corner of the tray, the some ten different pills ranging from the size of his pinky nail to a quarter patiently waiting to be swallowed.

(When you ask, he doesn’t tell you what they’re for - he just tells you they’re good for you, that you’d better take them, we wouldn’t want you getting sick, now would we? You don’t need to know that they’re all for diseases or conditions that run in your family - he checked - but you don’t have - it’s just a preemptive measure to make sure you don’t develop them, that nothing could ever harm you and take you away from him. Plus, the small white one you eye suspiciously will help him in the future, he hopes - after all, he’s certainly not ready for you to fall pregnant anytime soon.)

You’re scheduled for testing most of the day after that – various blood tests, check ups on your physical and mental health, mandatory meetings with him in his office to discuss your ‘progress’.

(You’re still not exactly sure what he means by that - he won’t give you details when you press, instead getting this weird sparkle in his eye while he stares at you, the eye contact making you squirm while he tells you that you’re very important, you’re the key to my success.)

Dinner is the same as your breakfast, and directly after is a shower that lasts for ten minutes – no more, no less, where you’re required to shampoo, condition, and scrub your body.

(You don’t know it, but there’s a camera set up in the corner of the shower that’s constantly rolling, just so that Kai can get some peace of mind and make sure you’re doing as you say - it’s certainly not to aid him when it’s late and he’s sitting in his office, eyes trained to the screen as he aches and throbs and yearns for you, both aroused and disgusted by the thought of being intimate with you, of being inside of you…)

You’re to be in bed by 9:00 at night, tucked underneath the covers and eyes closed so that you get the proper amount of sleep, ready to be awoken so rudely the next morning and repeat it all.

Deviation is quite rare in his itinerary for you – sometimes he’ll join you during your meals, or inform you that certain tests are being postponed until further notice, but for the most part Kai will absolutely be keeping you on his regiment – having such obvious control of you is something that he absolutely needs, a requirement he’s simply unwilling to compromise on.

The feelings you give him are already disorienting enough, strong enough to leave him feeling weak, dependent, angry, and the only way to regain some semblance of power is to show you that you utterly and completely belong to him, that you have absolutely no control over your new life, over your life in which you’re Kai’s beloved, perfect little woman.

Possessive

Because Kai has never really developed feelings for anyone in his life, romantic or really even platonic outside of Pops and Chrono, you present an anomaly for him.

The way that he feels for you, the desperation that overtakes him where you’re concerned is something he’s completely unfamiliar with, something strange and new and something he isn’t entirely sure how to handle.

(He’s never been a fan of romance, and has spent very little time indulging in any sort of media discussing the topic, and as a result he does genuinely feel like a fish out of water, even if he doesn’t entirely hate the experience.)

And really, the strangest thing about the development of his feelings for you is the way that he just reacts to you, unconsciously moving or thinking things he would never do otherwise.

There’s a part of him that he completely loses control over when you walk into the same room as him, when he sees your lovely eyes fixed on him, when you say his name, when you so much as breath in the same space as him.

(He’d requested you start calling him Kai in private a few months into your ‘stay’, if only because the way the letters roll off of your tongue makes his eyes flutter closed and a sharp exhale sound from below his mask.)

His eyes are snapping to you every time you enter his peripheral, amber eyes appraising you and scanning up and down your body, noticing a new detail every single time - he wasn’t aware you had a mole there, or a small scar here.

(But now, don’t you worry, he’ll remember well.)

And because he’s so unsure of how to manage the new urges and responses that you present him with, he falls back onto his more aggressive traits, the more primal parts of him that don’t really express themselves much in his day to day life taking center stage.

That is, Kai suddenly turns into a jealous, possessive freak because of you – he’s plagued with worries that you’ll leave him, that one day he’ll wake up to find your bed empty, your smile vanished along with your body he was just beginning to crave touching.

(Though he rationally knows the security system of the Shie Hissakai base and the numerous tunnels and henchmen would prove your escape extremely unlikely).

He’s paranoid that you’ll find someone else within the organization that you like more - someone more conventional, friendlier, more intimate with you.

(Just the thought of another man touching you makes Kai’s muscles stand taught, fists flexing and his quirk spiking up out of control, his bloodlust skyrocketing because absolutely nobody should be laying their filthy, disgusting hands on you and ruining you.)

And though it makes him feel stupid, weak, pathetic, he can’t help the way jealousy sits heavy in his stomach as he watches you smile and thank Chrono for dropping by with a new book to read, one Kai himself had heard you mention something about offhandedly, one Kai remembered and went out and personally bought just for you.

He can’t help the way his fists clench as he stares behind the computer screen, vowing to himself that he’ll be the one to deliver you gifts from now on, so that you won’t associate anything sweet or thoughtful with anyone but him.

He hates the way you make him feel (at least, that’s what he tells himself – but even he can’t deny the warmth spreading through his entire chest when you softly murmur thank you, Kai, I love it as he places the elegant, dainty gold necklace with his initials in your palms), but he knows that there isn’t much he can do to change it.

He knows that for all the negative feelings your smile and touch stir up within him, he’d never really choose to let go of his devotion for you because god, do the positive feelings make up for the negative ones a thousand times over.

And so, once he comes to terms with the fact that you do inspire jealousy within him, that he’s territorial over you in a way that makes him feel more animal than man, he’s taking it and running with it – he wants everyone within the Shie Hissakai to understand that you are completely off limits, that you’re property of Kai Chisaki himself, that you are quite literally owned by Overhaul.

He’s threatening undermen, buying you expensive clothing and jewelry and trinkets to make you feel loved, appreciated, even if the ring he presented you with while you ate the mystery dinner from Chrono’s tray the other day looked much too similar to a wedding ring to comfort you.

He sees you as his possession, an item he can have and own and cherish, and while he does want you to love him, to want him in the same way he wants you, there’s just something about marking you as his, dressing you up in clothing that he bought for you, covering you from head to toe in antibacterial lotion that he chose the scent of, keeping you his sweet little partner that makes him oddly giddy, an honest, genuine happiness washing over him that he hasn’t felt in years.

So really, just let him dress you, feed you, bath you and remind you that you’re nothing without him, that he’s the only one you can trust and should care about, and Kai will be over the moon. He might, maybe even smile fondly at you, petting your hair and whispering a soft I love you to your sleeping form.

You’re just that special.

Dependent

Although he’s strong and almost infuriatingly independent, once his emotional connection with you develops, Kai is a bit of a lost cause.

You mean absolutely everything to him – his whole life before you revolved around re-establishing the Shie Hissaikai and ending hero society, but once you show up?

Well, it’s still important to create and harvest the drug, to be using Eri and making sure the organization will continue on strong and prosperous, but surely it wouldn’t hurt to take just a small break from vigorously rubbing in some hand sanitizer after a business meeting and let his mind wander to you, to imagine how you’re probably curled up on your bed trying to nap, looking all peaceful and calm and - dare he say it - cute.

It’s not too big of a deal to take a few minutes to drop by your room and check up on you, right?

(Besides, seeing the way you brighten up when he steps into the room makes something in his chest swell with pride; you wanted to see him, didn’t you? Not really, no - it just gets so lonely all alone in the windowless room, but Kai doesn’t need to know that.)

Surely it wouldn’t be bad to take a break from the mountains of paperwork and watch the live footage of you in your room, working diligently at the puzzle he gifted you with the other day, right?

Kai is, for lack of a better term, completely whipped for you – your safety, happiness and health are things that are constantly on his mind, swirling questions of what you’re doing at any given time, when you last ate or slept or used the restroom circling through his head so much it feels like a never-ending loop.

Once Kai gets a taste of how good it feels to care for someone, to have a special person in his life that makes his heart race, his throat get a bit tight and his hands to start sweating, he’s clutching onto it with desperation, doing everything in his power to keep the sensations of happiness, of contentedness, of genuine love blooming in his chest.

He’s addicted to you, and while his every waking thought is either fixated on the drugs or you (though as time passes it slowly becomes clear to him that you take more of his headspace than his work, a disturbing discovery but not one he bothers to fight), his devotion to you only deepens.

Of course, Kai is absolutely terrible at expressing how much you mean to him – he’s so emotionally stunted, so unsure of how to approach you and the way you make him feel, that more often than not you’ll be left wondering what you did to irritate him, why he’s always staring at you so intensely, why he’s always stopping by your room and asking you personal, strange questions.

(Do you prefer cold or warm climates? What’s more upsetting to you – seeing a child or a puppy kicked? What areas on your body are ticklish? Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?)

Honestly, Kai will likely just be one huge mystery to you – he doesn’t want to expose himself and his feelings, and as a result he won’t show any traces of vulnerability to you – you’re left completely in the dark, left to wonder why and how you’re still alive, and when the yakuza boss will decide that you’ve lived past your expiration date.

Sure, he does buy you gifts; jewelry much too expensive for your tastes, dresses and skirts that accentuate your form in darker colors (he’s particularly partial to greens and golds – always dressing you up in gold necklaces, gold heels and sleek jade dresses that dip just a bit too low on your chest), occasionally a bouquet of flowers in your favorite colors that he insists brighten up the mood a bit.

(Though you don’t have the heart nor the courage to tell him that a bundle of roses sitting in a vase in the corner of your stark white room doesn’t make you any more comfortable there.)

Sure, he spends hours upon hours upon hours behind the computer in his office staring at you through the screen, the many cameras and audio bugs placed around the room picking up your every action, word and movement, his wide eyes feasting upon your innocent, perfect form as he simply takes in the beauty that is you, the feelings of love, adoration and utter want swimming in his chest intoxicating him.

Sure, he’s killed guards left and right for staring at you for a beat too long, for making some crude, disgusting joke about how they’d love a piece of you, that Overhaul’s too uptight, bet he doesn’t even fuck her – what a waste, she needs a real man to show her how its done.

Sure, he spends the majority of his time obsessing over you, doing daily check ups on your health and your safety, but Kai won’t ever display a moment of weakness to you – he only says he loves you when you’re asleep, laying so gracefully across your bed, his form seated at the edge of the mattress while he lightly strokes your cheek, his mask discarded onto your nightstand as he leans down, closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale of your scent, pressing his lips ever so lightly, softly, tentatively against your forehead.

He doesn’t want you to understand how much hold you have over him – because if you did, Kai is absolutely sure that you could manipulate him into getting whatever you want with just a simple kiss and whispered word of affection.

After all, Kai Chisaki needs you, and although he’s embarrassed by how much you mean to him, how crazy you make him and how absolutely obsessed with you he is, he wouldn’t change a single thing.

After all, he’s never been able to love someone, to touch them and protect them and desire them, and he’ll be damned if he ever loses you.

DEALING WITH RIVALS:

Kai is, to put it simply, insanely possessive over you; you’re his girl, the only one he can love and touch and really feel happy around, and as a result he absolutely refuses to allow any other man to get even remotely close to you.

It’s a combination of jealousy and deeply rooted insecurity about his romantic skills that makes him so quick to snatch you away from other men.

He won’t ever admit it, but he’s very aware that he probably wouldn’t be your first choice, that his issues with intimacy and expressing himself and the fact that he kills on a daily basis likely does nothing but push you away, make you more hesitant to fully give yourself to him, to actually love him.

But instead of communicating with you, of putting himself in a position where you could actually see how much of a mess you make him, Kai instead decides that isolating you from every other man in the complex is the best solution.

This fear only serves to make him more strict on limiting your contact with every other person on Earth who isn’t him, every other man that could possibly draw your attention, that could make you forget about Kai and instead fall heads over heels for them.

He’s methodical in his approach to keeping you utterly and completely his – making sure that your contact with others is incredibly limited, that you understand the consequences of becoming too chummy with anyone but himself.

Because you’d have to be his captive before his feelings for you even really form, he doesn’t have to worry about any men that he doesn’t know approaching you, fighting for your affection and love.

He only needs to consider the possibility of one of the very few people he allows you to have contact with – namely, a select group of the eight bullets, himself and Chrono.

It’s an ease to his mind to know that he’s really only competing with a few other guys, and although it makes him feel stupid, pathetic, weak to be comparing himself to someone like fucking Rappa, there’s a certain part of him that can’t help but wonder if it’s really someone more like him you’d like – muscular, social, not hesitant to touch you, all of the things he really isn’t.

It’s stupid and he knows it, but as he stares into his mirror with an expressionless face, looking at his nude body and his hands that can so easily take and give life, there’s a certain amount of insecurity settling in his chest.

Obviously, you don’t really have a choice in who you spend your time with, who you’re forced to depend on, who you’re destined to be with until your dying breath, but Kai really truly would prefer you to want him, to actively be choosing him.

And when one of the few people he lets have contact with you starts pushing the boundaries too far, getting a bit too friendly?

Well, all of those pushed down insecurities and destructive thoughts are rearing their ugly heads, forcing him to take measures he would prefer to not deal with, to not have to feel such terrible, sick things in his heart as he watches you laugh and smile.

You’re his, whether you like it or not, and Kai will absolutely make sure the fact is drilled into your pretty little head, even if the methodology is less than tame.

When he spots Sestuno leaning on the doorframe of your room, smirking down into the space while your lovely, tantalizing voice gushes about some show you used to love watching before you got kidnapped, immediately he’s scowling, thin eyebrows drawing taut as he realizes how fucking close Setsuno is standing next to you, how his gaze is aimed directly at you, how you’re just letting him stare.

Kai’s pissed, and as his footsteps grow harsher, more distinct against the cement of the underground hallway, he’s nearly growling.

He hates when he gets like this – it’s so painfully obvious how much of an emotional hold you have over him when the jealousy is seeping through his every pore, when he’s nearly driven insane just by another man looking at you.

It’s infuriating that something as simple and weak as you are able to make him a complete mess with just a few actions, just a few smiles and looks directed towards others.

It’s infuriating, but as he approaches Setsuno, the anger at himself is drowned out by the rage he feels towards his underling – immediately he’s clearing his throat, piercing eyes staring right at his subordinate as he interrupts the conversation, letting out a surprisingly calm sorry to interrupt, but tests are scheduled for right now. Wouldn’t want her to be late, would we?

And although Setsuno holds respect and genuine awe for his boss’s abilities, a twinge of fear climbs up his spine, making him hastily nod his head and return back to his station a few hundred feet away, nervously awaiting what he’s sure won’t be a pretty sight whenever Kai is done with your tests.

All throughout the blood draw that day, he’s tense, not really responding to your questions as thoroughly as he normally would, not paying as much attention to you as he’d like to.

(He’s staring at you, yes, but he’s sort of staring through you - not as observant as normal, not with the same concentration as normal, as if he’s counting your eyelashes or memorizing every blemish and pore on your face.)

Instead, he’s thinking of exactly what he’ll be doing once he safely escorts you back to your room, once he makes sure that you’re safe and sound and completely unaware of what he’s about to do.

And once your door is closing, he’s immediately scowling and stomping over to Setsuno, approaching the man with a deadly glare and scolding him in a voice so eerily calm that it has the other man gulping.

You know your place – you aren’t to look at her, touch her, speak to her, be anywhere near her. So tell me, what did you do today, Setsuno?

And when the other man can only respond with the truth, Kai won’t hesitate to disassemble him a few times – each with an interval longer and longer, sometimes not assembling every limb back together until it’s just barely not too late, letting him feel the excruciating pain of his arm being ripped off again and again.

There’s this twisted, maniacal look on his face as he does it - like he’s enjoying hurting Setsuno, like with every time his leg is ripped from his body, he’s ripping away some of the damage that him talking with you caused, ripping away any semblance of attraction or even a friendship between you two.

If Setsuno wasn’t busy in excruciating agony, he’d almost be scared his boss’s expression.

Kai’s pissed, and it’s only after twenty or so rounds of assembling and disassembling that he’s finally calmed down – though he won’t leave without hearing the words I’ll never come near her again, I promise! She’s yours, Overhaul, all yours!

And once he does, he’ll only firmly nod, leaving Setsuno on the cold ground, assembled yet terrified, as he retires back to his office to review the last hour’s worth of footage from your room.

Jealousy isn’t a pretty look on Kai, and he holds back absolutely no restraint when he feels that his claim on you is being tested.

So when Setsuno, one of the only people here you feel you can call a friend, begins avoiding you like the plague, don’t be surprised when Kai shows up, telling you how Setsuno’s just strange like that, always changing his mind back and forth. Don’t worry about it – I brought you a deck of cards, would you like to play?

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

To really catch Kai’s attention, a very specific set of circumstances must occur.

You must be quirkless, a civilian, and he must have stolen you off the streets for testing.

Only then, once he’s got you under his grasp already, do his feelings begin to form, in all their horrible and wonderful glory.

But, because had stolen you away before his feelings for you even manifested, there really isn’t a forming-the-obsession-and-stalking-before-kidnapping phase for him.

You’re already at the Shie Hissaikai’s base, already under his control and grasp, and as a result you’re already accessible to Kai, already close to him and so very vulnerable to his wants and whims, to him being around you as much as he pleases.

He doesn’t experience any sort of longing to steal you away, nor does he have any kind of dilemma on kidnapping you.

However, because of the way in which Kai got to know you, it creates a bit of a unique situation as his captee – you’ll find as his feelings grow and develop, as he becomes more and more dependent on you, that your surroundings seem to change, that you periodically get moved to different rooms, different spaces in which you spend the majority of your time.

The rooms get progressively nicer, larger and more private, soon getting to the point where you even have a small kitchenette in the corner, where you’re able to prepare little snacks and food items.

(Kai must always be present in the room during your little cooking episodes, however – you need to be eating healthy, making sure that you have a balanced diet, though the minute that you turn around excitedly and ask him if he’d be willing to sample whatever you made, he’s fighting a blush and nodding stiffly, trying to calm his racing heart and quell the thoughts of how you look so much like a lovely, domestic wife cooking for him…)

You won’t be sure of why you’re gradually being treated better and better, getting spoiled with gifts that you didn’t ask for, spending time with Kai in quantities that make you cock your brow but shrug, knowing that if you confront him it’ll likely be more trouble than it’s worth.

You won’t know, but Kai sure as hell does – he wants you to like him, to love him and need him, and as he progressively decides to upgrade your living space until your room is right next to his own, allowing quick and easy access (and thin walls, of course) it helps quell his desire to be near you every moment of the day, to be on your mind just as constantly as you’re on his.

And really, it’s only a plus that he can press his ear to the wall and listen to you breath at night (he moved his bed to be right next to yours, only the thin wall separating the two of you), or that he can basically speak to you through them - even as much as it terrifies you.

It’s better this way, really - it helps quell the fear of you somehow slipping through his fingers.

As his captee, your experience with him really depends on your own behavior and tolerance – the only way you would’ve ever caught his attention is being a mix of quirkless and kind, reaching out with soft, understanding words rather than screaming, fighting or cursing him out like every other test victim he’s picked up.

And so, if you keep this behavior up, Kai honestly isn’t too terrible of a captor; he’s relatively clear on what he expects from you, relatively easy to please as long as you follow his every command and keep talking to him about your day, about yourself, asking him how he’s feeling at any given moment.

He’s possessive and controlling to an almost staggering degree, yes, but his expectations are crystal clear, if a bit sterile.

And so, if you can put up with him placing cameras in your room to keep an eye on you every minute of every day, of him regulating what you eat, when you bath, how you sleep, you’ll be fine.

If you can deal with him bringing you into his office for hours on end, just having you sit and read or chat to him while he works simply because your presence is enough to help ease the stress of running the organization, then you’ll be just fine.

If you can deal with the daily check ups that progressively get more and more personal (it started with a simple blood draw, checking your temperature and an eyesight test, then gradually moved in a full body examination over your clothing, then without the clothes, then with you sitting in what appeared to be a gynecologist’s chair), then you’ll be just fine.

It’s about tolerance with Kai – if you’re patient and generally obedient, life under his rule will be surprisingly easy, even if loving the man who kidnapped you isn’t as simple.

As his feelings grow, Kai honestly gets a bit clingy; you calm him in a way he didn’t know was possible, the warmth spreading through his chest foreign and strange yet addictive as you place yourself on the leather couch opposite his desk, trying to ignore the way his amber eyes pierce through you, or the way there’s a very obvious tent in his pants when he reaches across his desk to place a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He’s wanting to visit you constantly, though he rations himself a bit if only to keep some semblance of self-control.

And though he wants to be constantly touching you, feeling your soft skin against his own (that he knows he can touch with no penalty, and since the day you willingly held his hand, he’s been harboring the fantasy of hugging you, resting his hands on your waist, cupping your cheeks, running his hands through your hair, kissing you…) and just being around you, his awkwardness when it comes to opening up to you persists even once he’s absolutely sure that he’s in love with you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

It’s just not that easy to tell you that his happiness depends on you now, that you’re on his mind in both the waking and sleeping world, that he’s devoted to you in every sense of the word – and so, he tries to show it to you by making sure that you’re in pristine health, that you’re spoiled with the most lavish gifts and items and goods that he can find, that you’re treated like a queen by everyone in the Shie Hissaikai, or else they’ll have hell to pay with Kai himself.

He hopes that you might understand via these methods, as it’ll take him years to fully admit to you how much you mean to him, for him to feel comfortable actually telling you those three little words he’s thinking as he stares at your sleeping form, as he watches you smile while you read a particularly happy part of your new novel.

He loves you, and as long as you stay good and obedient and personable with him, life under Kai’s rule won’t be too difficult – removed and odd, yes, but as long as the feeling that you’re some thing he’s studying and obsessing over doesn’t bother you, then you may even find yourself being okay with the locks on your doors, the threats of his men down the halls.

It’s okay, you tell yourself as he traces a single, ungloved finger across your collarbone.

It’s okay, you’re not dead yet, you’ll be okay.

PUNISHMENTS:

Despite the general softness that Kai possesses for you, he has absolutely zero patience when it comes to you misbehaving.

He’s still the boss of the Shie Hissakai, a yakuza member who’s used to being completely obeyed, to killing rebels with a flick of his wrist.

He’s still a criminal, even if you smiling at him leaves him flushed under his mask, and the moment you step out of line, he has no problem reminding you of that fact, no problem making it explicitly clear that he’s the one in charge.

He’s very much a worshipper (though more on the down-low, if only because a small part of him is still absolutely mortified that he’s fallen so deeply for someone like you), though despite seeing you as a bit of a goddess, Kai doles out punishments right and left.

Of course, there’s always the omnipresent threat of his quirk hanging over your head; you’ve been told by Rappa how excruciatingly painful undergoing a disassemblement is, and if the muscular, violent Rappa is saying that?

Well, there’s no doubt in your mind that you’d be almost glad to be dead after such an ordeal.

You’re painfully aware of just how much power Kai holds over you; how his every whim and emotion could potentially spell your death, how any small misstep (or lack thereof, to be honest) could result in your blood splattering across the walls.

And call it self preservation, but in the face of a violent, painful death at the Shie Hissakai boss’s hands, obedience begins coming quite naturally to you, as does being hyper aware of every little thing you do.

It doesn’t take long to figure out that Kai is very much not a person you want to cross, as just a few simple demonstrations of his quirk in action on unlucky yakuza underlings are almost violently shoving the truth in your face.

It becomes your mission to be the picture-esque captee, to not give him any trouble and follow his every command to a T.

After all, Kai is a difficult man to please, and while your mere presence relaxes him, makes him happy in a way he can’t remember ever experiencing, he’s not afraid to do what he needs to in order to make you understand that you will be following his every word.

Along with the ever present threat of him using his quirk on you (something which Kai has sworn he will never do, if only because he’s terrified that in doing so you’ll lose some of the precious purity you harbor), he has a tendency to use other methods to keep you in line via fear.

Killing is a part of his daily routine, and while he doesn’t particularly enjoy ending someone’s life, it’s something that he sees as necessarily in order to keep his underlings in line – and when you’re in need of a punishment?

Well, who is he to deny such wonderful timing and opportunity?

And so, when he drops by in the evening to bid you a goodnight, he can’t help but smooth his shirt down slightly and run a hand through his hair outside your door, feeling like a teenage boy with how he so desperately wants to look good for you, to impress you.

He opens the door without a knock, amber eyes flicking across the room to find you sitting on the edge of your bed with the latest book he bought for you perched in your hands, your eyes staring raptly down at the yellowed pages.

You’re so pretty when you’re focusing on something, Kai’s found, and as he watches you read with an air of complete concentration, he can’t deny that a small pang of irritation eats away at him.

He’s here, present inside your room, having sped walked through the hideout to reach you in his haste to see you, and yet you’re ignoring him in favor of a book?

It hurts a bit, if he’s being honest, if only because shouldn’t your attention be solely and completely focused on him, not some mish-mash written down on a page?

His brow twitches as he clears his throat, watching the way you jump and immediately meet his gaze, surprise flitting across your features.

You make some comment about not seeing him that only makes Kai feel worse, the distinct realization that you don’t just sense his presence as he does yours hitting him.

But before you really have any space to say more, he’s telling you to follow him, that there’s someone he’d like you to meet, which you do, hesitance eating away at your gut at the irritation swimming in his eyes.

He’d meant to have a simple conversation with you, to bask in your presence and maybe and lightly hold your hand (something that still makes him flush from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck, though he’d rather die than admit it), but now that you’ve made such a clear choice to ignore him, to prefer your book over him, he’s deciding that the man he’d planned on killing tomorrow for having made openly insubordinate comments about himself and Chrono would be receiving his punishment early, with another set of eyes viewing.

You know immediately that something is off the minute he closes the door behind you, the bald man tied to the chair in the center of the room staring wildly at you, his dark eyes pleading silently as the gag muffles any words spilling past his lips.

You can’t hide the shock and fear on your face, terror at what exactly Kai plans to do eating away at you, though when he moves to stand next to his victim you can only harshly swallow.

Tell me: do you know why I might be angry at you?

His voice is deceptively calm, apathetic yellow eyes boring into yours as you stutter out a weak ‘no’, genuinely at a loss as to why he’s upset. Kai can only frown, humming lightly before tugging a glove off, making the man beside him squirm.

I bought you those books for entertainment purposes yes, but don’t you know it’s rude to ignore others in favor of fictional characters?

You’re freezing at his words, the realization that he’d been angry at you for not noticing him earlier hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Really, I know you’re smarter than that, so I’m letting you off easy this time. But, don’t think you’ll be going completely unpunished – it’s just that Yamaro here just so happened to be willing to take the punishment for you.

The man’s eyes go wide, his squirming and struggling more desperate than before as kai unceremoniously taps a finger against his bare hand, the man immediately exploding in a shower of blood and guts, making bile rise up the back of your throat.

Kai clicks his tongue, shuddering at the splash of blood against his arm, but those cold eyes stay focused on you as you gag and look anywhere but at the sight in front of you.

It’s your fault, (f/n). If you hadn’t been so rude, he’d still be alive. Do you understand your lesson now?

That of course is not true, but Kai won’t tell you – not when you’re nodding, frantic in your desperation to get out of the room, and when Kai nods a few seconds later, opening the door, you breath heavily, staring at the cement ground in fear and shock.

The guilt is overwhelming, the idea that you’re responsible for that man’s death weighing heavily in the back of your mind, exactly as Kai hoped for.

He’s silent the rest of the night, dropping you off at your room without a word, and when you awake the next morning and he steps inside your room, you’re immediately throwing your book to the side, forcing a smile and a chirp of good morning, Kai. How are you?

It’s a bit of a dirty method yes, but Kai couldn’t care less – obedience is what he wants, and he’ll get it from you, even if he has to lie and kill right in front of your eyes.

Anything to keep you in line and his, after all.

OVERALL DANGER:

8/10

In all honesty, the danger that comes with being Kai’s darling is that there is truly, genuinely no escaping him.

He’s so thorough in his planning, so steadfast in his organization and meticulous thought put into every possible scenario that could play out with you that your future is quite literally sealed the moment he feels the trace edges of his feelings form.

Kai is, without a doubt, not a good man – his devotion to his organization is commendable, but his moral compass is deeply skewed, the mere existence of Eri enough to prove that just as he’s willing to do anything to ensure the success of the drugs, he’s willing to do absolutely anything to make sure that you stay by his side, that he gets to keep you like a prized possession that only he gets to gaze at.

You’re something he revers, his dedication to you unparalleled, and because of Kai is absolutely making sure that you’re spoiled, that he rewards his dearest, as he calls you, with the finest jewelry, the best food and the strictest schedules he possibly can in order to keep up your perfection, to keep you pristine and healthy.

He loves you, in some sick, obsessive way, and poor, poor Kai is so unused to having someone with whom he holds such deep, desperate emotional connection to that he’s honestly floundering a bit.

And lucky lucky you gets to experience every drop of cruelty, desperation and yearning the Shie Hissakai boss has to give you – and receive you shall.

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere overhaul #yandere kai chisaki #_lee's profiles #_bnha #_kai chisaki

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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call me your favorite, call me the worst

pairing: overhaul / kai chisaki x gn!reader

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

"say it! say you love me!"

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

"no."

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

"say it, brat"

"no!"

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

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

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

"screw you..!"

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

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

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fluff-n-cookies · 3 months

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I love your soft platonic yanderes! I was wondering- how would Overhaul react with a queer child?-

Heyyy

thank you! I'd be happy to write this. Btw your art looks awesome! I like your oc's too! do they have a description? love to read it!

and in my mind he's kind of like Adrian Monk but a thousand times bitchier and I made them headcanons since we can cover more ground this way. as always fem reader in mind.

TW- use of Y/n and soft yandere tendencies

Overhaul genuinely does not give a fuck.

that's it.

we're done.

This man's whole existence is dedicated to keeping you alive

no where in the contract does it say he has to keep you mentally sane.

because in his eyes you are simply a child. now and forever. he needs to keep you clean, very clean, keep you healthy, and make it so you know the basics of being a human, be polite to him and others most of the time, and take care of yourself.

because with Overhaul he simply wants to keep you safe and healthy since you matter to him and he refuses to have his dear Y/n be tainted by the cruel world he grew up in.

mind you that he did not grow up in a world made mostly out of those who are queer.

so when you feel comfortable enough to come out him it goes something like this.

Y/n : "overahaul,

*deep breath of how the hell am I going to say this*

I'm queer!"

*preps to be yelled at.* (girl Idk, my friends just assume I'm gay.)

and Overhaul's immediate reaction is to fell back all the way back in his chair and yell

"IS IT CONTAGIOUS?!?!?!?!"

as he scrambles for the hand sanitizer and the medical masks because he genuinely thinks it's a disease.

chrollo has to step in and explain to him what it is so he doesn't end up hospitalizing you.

once he comes to terms that you are in fact, perfectly healthy and have simply peculiar taste in things and are different from what many people would consider normal.

he'll simply go on with life.

as in he still takes care you, talks to you as normal,does his regular kooky man with a OCD problem things.

now one may think he doesn't care but they would do so, so, so wrong.

he just thinks it's as normal as having dyed hair or liking cats more than dogs or taking medication that's liquid over pills.

just another thing that adds to how special and unique you are.

every now and then he'll get you a little pride flag or pin (sanitized ofc) but that's as much as he'll do unless you ask for it.

because to him,

your amazing and unique and ever so incredible and is willing to love you no matter what you are.

unless it's not human and/or is a hero then fuck you.

hope this is what you wanted now byyyeee

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shini--chan · 9 months

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Yandere Character Sheet

Did anybody ask for Overhaul? No! Are you still getting him because I am in a phase? Yes!

Overhaul - Kai Chisaki

Trigger warnings for: emotional/psychological manipulation and abuse, kidnapping, coercion, character death, white/grey torture, mindbreak, objectification, neglect, human experimentation and yandere tendencies.

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

Overhaul is an absolutely strict yandere. That is more or less a given considering his overall personality. He is controlling to a fault because he just has to be. If he can’t rest assured that you’ll follow his every order to the letter, treat his every wish as a command. He has a certain vision in mind when it comes to you, a role that you must seamlessly fit into, and he won’t settle for anything less. Therefore, there are schedules that you have to adhere to, and rules that must be minded. While you might think that Chisaki’s word is law and that he would direct you as he pleases, the fact is, that he loves to play mental games with you. After all, don’t humans learn best through play?

He will want you to reach conclusions on your own. You are smart, so, over time you should realise that he only has your best intentions at heart. Besides how tiring it would be for him to spoon feed you all the lessons and pieces of wisdom he desires you to know, having to “obtain the knowledge yourself” has the side effect that you don’t fight him as viciously. In a way, he’ll tame you like a circus trainer does a dolphin. And once you know on which axis Overhaul’s little world spins, then he’ll fully expect you to adhere to the “laws of nature” that exist within. In some ways, it is what he does to keep Eri in line.

On the same note, he is also prone to guilt tripping and gaslighting you when you step out of line. He does so much to take care of you after all - he keeps you healthy and safe and clean. Kai refrains from using his quirk on you in hurtful ways and doesn’t engage in physical abuse when it comes to you. If anything, you’re a pampered princess, so stop being so selfish and cause him to dirty his hands, okay? In short, he is absolutely manipulative.

Of course tying into the two characteristics above is his obsession with cleanliness and health, that you’ll also be subjected to. He is the sort to nag and demonstrate to you how to properly wash your hands, how you should brush your teeth and other matters in that vein. In the beginning, you’ll be subjected to extensive physical and psychological evaluations so that he can tailor make the perfect diet plan and determine how to best deal with any health issues that you have. But besides that, it’ll also have the purpose of him gathering information on how far he can push you.

Towards you, he is oh so condescending and patronising. Often, he'll point to your previous lifestyle as proof that you can't take care of yourself properly and need somebody smarter and more disciplined to help you. Additionally, in comparison to him, you just have meagre ambitions and don't utilise all your gifts to their full potential. While you might realise that the world and society is running on the wrong track, you still didn't comprehend just how deep the rot sits until he enlightened you. So just accept that he is your better.

Possessive. Full stop. To Chisaki, you are an unrefined diamond when you fall into his talented hands, and it is his job to cut and shape you into a work of art. Since the end product is essentially his creation, only he has the right to possess you and decide what becomes of you. Ironically, the more you except this fact as a law of nature the more freedoms you'll have - once he is sure that you know your place, he can be confident that you'll reject anybody trying to "rescue" you. Until then, he'll keep you far away from anybody that could sully your mind and body.

Besides, you are one of the very few things that put him at ease. All his life has been dedicated to the service of others, be it the Shie Haissakai or society in general, even if they don't wholly appreciate his efforts. You have been added to that number, but that doesn't mean that he is without selfish motives. Not that he feels guilty - after everything he has done, doesn't he deserve to indulge in his own wishes and desires? And if it is moulding a person to his wishes and keeping them as his, who is to begrudge him that?

Unlucky for him, despite being possessive of you, to him you are not just some possession that he can put on a self and forget about. No, you have awaked feelings in him and he finds himself so deeply attached to you. He wants you to return his feelings, if only so that you get a taste of the suffering you've inflicted onto him. If he is becoming an emotionally controlled freak that yearns for your love and affection and approval, then you should take the fall with him.

Nevertheless, it is contrasted by the part of him that is ruthless and cold. He has to be, to protect you and ensure you become the epitome of perfection. In a way, he has always been like that - unable to simply wear his heart on his sleeve, guarded and reserved and even stoic, except for the irritation that neigh constantly oozes off of him. As such, he won’t allow you to pull on his heartstrings much at all. Allowing you to so shamelessly manipulate him would also mean giving up control and he is having none of that.

Cornering - How would they get you?

Either through coercion or kidnapping.

Perhaps you are a test subject that he picks up and develops feelings for overtime, a client or employee he discovers he wants to spend more time with or a person he meets through organic circumstances that he doesn't find as revolting as all the other people. While logically, he knows that the best course of action would be to woo you and then squirrel you away, he is a bit impatient when it comes to you.

Besides, the best way to break old habits so that they can give way to new ones is to make a person go through a severe life changing event. On those grounds, Kai reasons that being a bit more forceful with will, in the end, bring about the positive outcomes he desires faster and more efficiently.

In the case of you being an employee or a client, it makes matters so very easy. Just who will you go to, to prattle on about his misdeeds? The police? A hero agency? Darling, you are already in too deep to escape unscathed should you do something as foolhardy as that. Not to mention that he has his own eyes and ears in the places that matter, and when he catches wind of your traitorous behaviour, expect retribution. Though, he might even thank you for doing such a thing, since it would give him the perfect excuse to make you disappear from the public eye forever. Everybody that knows you would think that your body is at the bottom of some lake with weights around your feet, not in the basement of some yakuza head.

In the case of you being a test subject that he snagged off the street or tricked into being one through a legitimately appearing medical programme, things would go relatively “smooth”. Smooth as in that Kai would slowly demonstrate his feelings to you. However, you would still be his captive during the whole process and he wouldn’t tell you that he has developed a soft spot for you (at least not outright) so the whole ordeal would be beyond nerve wrecking.

And if you are some free soul that he meets by chance? There are still skeletons in your closet, shadows of your past haunting you and people and things you care about. All this can be used against you. While he might not be able to use all the resources he desires for that task, having to keep the limitations of the Hassakai in mind, Kai is nothing but innovative and opportunistic. He might very well shame you into jumping into his arms.

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

nterestingly enough, I personally don’t see being quirkless as being a requirement to catching Overhaul’s eye. In his mind, Hero/Villain Syndrome is more a sickness of the mind, either having its root or being exacerbated by the quirk a particular person has. So, the first and foremost requirement would be to not have Hero/Villain Syndrome. There would be exceptions to this rule, when you would be deeply rooted in this “psychological issue” but he just sees such potential in you that he isn’t able to let you be.

That would also be the main point for Chisaki - he sees who you could be, the utter health and perfection you could embody and will do anything to help you reach that. Your will only matters insofar as the path he must take to help you reach that end state, other than that, your quibbles and protests don’t matter. After all, he knows what is best. Your protests and fighting back would be annoying, so you would do best to let them be. If you wouldn’t then he would just have to train them out of you.

If anything, what would really catch his eye would be if you are able to maintain a level head under pressure. In the case that he would kidnap you, you spitting vitriol and begging and screaming that he is a monster would only get on his nerves. However, you assessing the situation, and asking careful questions on what he could possibly need you for, and if he really had to have you stuffed in a car while walking home, would enrapture him. It is the actions that set you apart from the common footfolk that would draw him to you, like a moth to a flame.

Being the head of the yakuza, and a very ambitious head at that, requires him to run through every possible scenario and consider everything that may factor into past, present and future. Operating on such a high mental level means he has little tolerance for stupidity in others, and if you don’t want to be treated like a dainty china doll with no will of their own, then you better be intelligent yourself. Of course, Chisaki knows that being smart doesn’t automatically mean that you’re right - if anything, it means that you are able to entrench yourself in and justify your delusions (your world view) all the more rabidly. However, he isn't the sort to shy away from debate; if anything, he revels in it. It is an opportunity to learn what makes you tick, to bond with you, and even to show you the light (his world view)

What would make him believe he has struck gold would be if you understand his world view. He knows that his outlook is rather unique, especially since it is heavily coloured by his germophobia. Though to have somebody that can follow his thought patterns without making clumsy mistakes due to misconceptions or self-righteousness, somebody who he would discuss everything that is wrong with the world - that is balm to his soul.

Looking at him, it is also pretty obvious that he requires you to be tidy and clean. He will not outright demand you scrub every surface with cleaning alcohol and shower three times a day. Though, your life will be significantly easier if you are tidy to begin with. Remember, that a happy Kai means a happy life, and there are a few things that irritate him more than disorder.

If anything, it is highly likely that he'll fall for you if you work in one of those professions that place a lot of value on personal hygiene, like surgery or pharma or research. Besides the good hygiene, he would then expect to be able to connect with you based on shared interests. And that he won't have to teach you trivial things, like how to properly wash your hands, since you will just be able to fall back on the old patterns that you would know from work/university.

What is also valued is patience. You see, Overhaul has more or less grown used to keeping people at least at arm's length. Even with Pops and Hari there is a sort of emotional distance, a serious tone that excludes overall warmth. Aside from what has been mentioned above, he is just so unaccostumed to thinking in modes and ways that don't pertain to utter ruthlessness and logic, that having to consider his own emotions and the ways they affect him would leave him floundering. Of course, he would do his best to conceal it, ever putting up a self-confident front. But there would still be moments where is awkward, or abruptly stands up and flees the scene. In order to gain more control over himself, he will try to dissociate from his emotions. But until he has regained his equilibrium, be forgiving of his mistakes, ok?

Of course, there is also obedience. While in the beginning he'll be understanding because it is a frightening and absurd situation he has put you in, he'll expect you to learn fast. After all, he knows what is best for you and he doesn't deal well with resistance. He won't hesitate to list off all your flaws and past mistakes, pointing out your lifestyle errors in excruciating detail should you become snappy with him. If push really comes to shove and you don't even bend when punished, then he'll see no other option than to brainwash you.

Tied in with the two aforementioned qualities is also sincerity. Like with many other things, Kai will be more understanding of fibs and lies in the beginning, since you are still new to each other and there are some matters that are embarrassing or stigmatised that you just don't want to be frank about in the beginning. Though as time passes, he'll expect you to learn to be utterly sincere. After all, he is a yakuza boss and lying and dishonesty are part and parcel to that line of work. And it is exactly because of that, that he outright demands sincerity from you. You are his and he is entitled to know all your secrets and everything that goes through your head. Additionally, how is he supposed to have complete control over you when you are concealing things from him?

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

The short answer is no. The long answer has a few loopholes that you could slip through.

Kai has many goals, ones that are also very important to him. No matter how much you either crave his attention or not, he won't abandon them because of you. Therefore, should one of his "projects" demand his utmost attention or be endangered due to the heroes closing in, he might temporarily let you go. But watch out! As soon as the dust settles, he'll retrieve you from wherever you thought you could hide from him.

Other than that, he is far too attached to you to ever entertain that idea.

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

In the beginning, Overhaul is more understanding of your misgivings. He knows that he has put you in a stressful and strange situation, you are bound to be hysterical and not listen properly. Now, understanding doesn’t mean being lenient. For transgressions, you’ll be punished. At first, it’ll just be scoldings and him verbally tearing you apart, though if you persist, then they will become more extreme. Physical abuse is completely out of the question for him and he’ll never raise his voice in anger. The punishments you’ll be put through will be far more methodical.

Like locking you in an all white room, depriving you of one of your senses temporarily (something that is very easy to achieve thanks to his quirk) or taking away forms of entertainment. If need be, he can leave you solitude for days with him observing how you slowly lose your mind over a system of cameras. He could deprive you of your hearing or eyesight, while leaving the nerve endings in the brain intact, leading to you having hallucinations.

Or inject you with drugs that make it feel like ants are crawling under your skin. On the flip side of sensory deprivation, he would also happily inflict sensory overstimulation onto you should you step out of line. You should inhale or be injected with something that makes every light touch feel like sandpaper and every whisper like a booming shout. You’ll taste colours and smell emotions to the point where normal vertigo feels like a holiday in paradise.

Though, those are just some of the more extreme punishments. Usually, you’ll get scolded, as mentioned above, or deprived of entertainment and privileges. One day after giving him the cold shoulder as much as possible, you’ll enter your room after a hot shower only to discover that all your books are gone. After refusing to eat, he’ll solemnly inform you that you’ll be strapped to a hospital bed and fed intravenously.

If you behave like a brat, then he’ll also treat you as one. Really, classic old school punishments will be the closest he’ll ever come to being physically abusive - he’ll make you kneel on uncooked rice grains or frozen peas, having to look into a fire of spicy chills or standing in a corner while holding a book over your head until he says you can stop.

Generally, punishments will be lighter in the beginning and the more time passes and the closer you two grow together, the harsher they’ll become. This is because what irritates Kai the most isn’t toeing out of line, but you “relapsing” or going against the rules when you already can recite them in your sleep. Though there is one exception to this - killing people in your name. He will kill somebody, a low level grunt that displeased him and is going to die anyway and then say you forced his hand.

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

There are two options here.

The first is the following: Him leisurely walking after you, anticipating all your moves and finally managing to corner you, either physically or by threatening bystanders. That is because you didn’t really escape, and instead he is just playing cat and mouse with you. Because while all his guards and systems and the labyrinthine nature of the underground base will make it extremely difficult to escape, you’ll nevertheless look for an opening and fantasise about running away. What better way than to crush those dreams than by demonstrating that no matter how far you run, you’ll always end up back in his arms. So, he’ll provide you with an opening, let you escape so that he can retrieve you and shatter those hopes. Though, you’ll be punished for not proving your loyalty all the same.

Then there is the second one of you really escaping without it somehow being intended by Kai. It is something that would drive him into a frenzy, but he would do his best to conceal it. Nevertheless, he would be far more irritable, prone to lashing out and overhauling his goons. As such, his men would do their best to fetch you. It wouldn’t be difficult for them to put two and two together and figure out that you put the Young Head at ease, so it is their best interest to return you to your owner as soon as possible.

On that note, the saying “Happy wife, happy life” also applies to Kai Chisaki, so you might even have instances where people that hate Kai or even hate you slip you a note or plead with you face to face to just behave and not making everybody’s life in the Hassikai difficult by putting the Boss in a bad mood. In the interest of the Eight Precepts, Mimic and Chrono (they are the only other people that Kai lets closer to you than five metres), do so doubly, because they would tire quickly of playing messenger boys to the lower ranking members.

Back on track. If you earnestly manage to escape then the base would be in a frenzy - reconstructing how you escaped and looking for clues on where you might have gone. Phone calls will be made and orders given as Kai pulls some strings to ensure you are back in his arms as soon as possible. After all, the further you run and the more people you wrap in your little escapade, the more complicated things get - he doesn’t want to have all his hard work undone. The Shie Hassaikai have bases in all major Japanese cities and ears and eyes where it counts. Should you be away longer, he’ll keep his ear on the ground, listening for the slightest hint as to where you’ve gone.

And once he has you back in his vice grip, you have to pay. Perhaps somebody loses their life or you have to undergo some of the other more brutal punishments. But before that, you’ll be cleaned thoroughly. Overhaul won’t shy away from pumping your stomach empty if you have eaten unhealthy foods, and then washing your mouth with soap. In extreme cases, he might even just give you a penicillin shot without further ado and shave off all your hair.

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO?

Let’s take two case situations - in one he doesn’t have his arms, and in the other, he has.

As to armless Kai - he is numb due to his entire world having been torn down. He only has you know and god, is he desperate. Of course, in spite of what has happened, he still has his pride. Due to all he has done for you, he’ll demand you repay him. He’ll be erratic, especially if he just recently escaped Tartarus. With his mind in jumbles but still so desperate for human connection, he is putty in your hands. Though there are still some red lines. They took away his arms, not his tongue and he’ll do his best to remind you he can still give you a verbal lashing when you misbehave.

In the case he has his arms, matters are a bit different. He’ll be more disgruntled and less needy. Maybe you are in charge due to you hiding him or maybe he needs money from you but can’t put you under his thumb in the process. He criticises every other thing you do, and does his best to worm his way into any cracks your shields may have. The more annoyed he is, the less subtle these attempts are. That being said, do be careful, for every moment that you are in control and he isn’t, is another moment where the natural order of your relationship has been upset.

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition?

Hellfire and brimstone, or better said, his most gruesome abilities. You are his, you are his possession, his lover, his little pure doll that he wants to play with to his heart's content. As such, nobody but him is allowed to touch you. He is self-conscious to a degree - he isn’t the most social or personable man and his germophobia combined with his line of work and worldview can be off-putting to many. There are many people that you would get along with better, that would be nicer to you and give you what you want out of life.

But what you want is not what you need, and you need him above all else. So he’ll have to teach you that you’re his and all the people around you that you are taken and not to be touched. If you have any romantic or, god forbid, bed mates, then he would make quick work of them. Of course, he doesn’t want you to be too traumatised, so if he doesn’t separate you by kidnapping or something similar, then he’ll cook up evidence and a story that will lead to a break-up. Then you would be vulnerable and available and ripe for the picking. However, if he is feeling particularly petty, then he’ll kidnap your lover right along with you, and subject them to a few rounds a torture before they become pig food.

Should the man that arouses jealousy be one of his underlings, then somebody is in for a long night. It could be one of the guards becoming a little too chummy or a Precept that is just a little too cocky. Overhaul will be colder to everybody in his vicinity, even to you, since how dare you be so sweet and charming and perfect to somebody that isn’t him? Either way, the offender will be disassembled and reassembled a few times.

Though because Chisaki is a possessive, manipulative freak when it comes to you, other people will also fall victim to his jealousy and wrath. Misunderstandings lead to lives being ruined when it comes to Kai Chisaki. The cause could be you being too friendly to a visitor, offering comfort to one of the guards or something in that vein. Regardless, it wouldn’t be enough to completely arouse his bloodlust, or maybe killing somebody that is still in the public eye would have repercussions that Kai doesn't want to deal with. Therefore, he’ll dig up all the sins they committed, ruin their reputations or set up events that lead to their social death.

And if somebody dares hide you from him. There will be psychological torture is store for them, stuff worse than the stuff he’ll ever put you through. The filth that tried to keep you from him would also make for good test subjects, and will make you watch as he experiments on them. It would be all your fault, and all of this wouldn’t have to happen if you behave and obey him and accept your place at his side.

Art is not mine: from Kohei Horikoshi, Irina Vinnik and other artists

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thefiery-phoenix · 3 days

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YANDERE OVERHAUL HEADCANONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i-cant-sing · 1 month

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What do you think president Kai’s search history is like

"Who is First Lady Y/n's favourite man?"

"Who are First Lady's exes?"

"Why are my sons so ugly?"

"How to make my daughter stop being mad at me for not buying her an octopus?"

"First Lady Y/n x reader fics"

"First Lady Y/n x Kai Chisaki fics"

"Y/n x Kai Chisaki fanart"

"How to throw my kids out of the house?"

"Is my wife pregnant again?"

"Why isnt my wife pregnant again?"

"Conspiracy theory: Y/n and Kai's wedding is a sham"

"Y/n Chisaki's thick thighs fandom-"

"Are my kids a part of a satanic cult?"

"Is Dabi Chisaki a criminal?"

"Who is Himiko Chisaki dating?"

"Does Tomura Chisaki have Oedipus complex?"

"Also, how to kill Sigmund Freud again?"

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after-witch · 4 months

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“Mmh actually do you think I could read in your office tonight? Please Overhaul?”

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, stockholm syndrome

"I told you to call me Kai when we're in private," he murmurs, tearing his gaze away from the computer screen to take in the sight of you.

You're standing there in the doorway of his office, the lace on your white nightgown tickling your ankles. You're holding onto a book in one arm, and a stuffed animal in the other.

When he first took you, you would have never stood there so quietly. So sweetly. You used to scream and curse at him, absolute filth spewing from your mouth.

But that was then. He took corrective measures, as one needs to do, and that was long past. Now you're much more... amiable.

Even if you sometimes want to push past the boundaries set by the schedule he creates for you.

Still--it wouldn't hurt to foster more connection with you tonight. You've been behaving well, and it's not late.

He sighs, and gestures his head towards the leather sofa that you're sometimes permitted to sit on, when he's feeling permissive.

"But don't think you're going to stay up late. The moment the timer goes off, it's time for bed."

You cling to the book and bite your precious lip and shake your head, grinning as you practically skip towards the couch and make yourself comfortable.

"Of course, Overhaul." You say it so cheerily; you're clearly too excited to remember what he's just corrected you on.

His fingers resume flying over the keyboard, while you turn the page in the fresh paperback you were given last week. He makes a mental note to correct your continued use of "Overhaul" over his preferred name tomorrow.

#yandere chisaki kai #yandere overhaul #yandere kai chisaki #yandere bnha #afterwitch writes

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thecuriousquest · 20 days

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Annoying Yan!Overhaul Tips

TW: Yandere themes, SFW, implied kidnapping, characters 18+

@palesweetscherryblossom

Master List

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Start gagging. He won’t really won’t to be close to you if he thinks you might throw up.

Start coughing. It will make him think you’re sick, and he’ll keep you in your room. This will be good for if you need downtime and you feel like you’re not getting enough of it.

Anything unclean. He doesn’t give you sugary foods (example: pancakes/waffles with syrup). It’ll be hard to improvise since he gives you very bland and healthy foods. However, if you can manage for Mimic or someone to pick you up something sweet without Kai knowing, then you can use this to your advantage. He’ll be so freaked out when you touch him and leave sticky fingerprints on his skin. 😰

If you just want to annoy him, tell him you wet the bed. Throw water on there to make it look more realistic. Although, you might get punished for it. So, unless you’re feeling risky, I don’t advise this one.

#yandere #triggering content #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere kai chisaki #yandere overhaul #yandere overhaul x reader

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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— You deserve the world

Pairing: Yandere overhaul x female quirkless darling

Request(ed?): Yes! - Heyo!!! could I have Overhaul with an female darling (who is quirkless) gets taken hostage? — submitted by overhaul anon!

Warnings: stockholm Syndrome/and yandere behavior and violence.

Author Note: Thank you so so much!! Overhaul is my favorite villian. Feel free to request again!!

Overhaul is known for his villain ways: wanting to get rid of germs of the world and protect the most important person in the world. He tried his best to make sure you always felt comfortable, no matter how tired he was or how touch-starved he was towards you; your needs were and always are higher than his.

Any call towards his name with the voice of his beloved was more important, especially right now. His mind was racing per second, thinking the worst cases possible.

All he wanted was to keep you safe, the reason he took you to your new home. But, while he was trying to finish some paperwork; called to rearrange a meeting with a group of lousy villains, they had broken in, trapping him in a room with smart moves while killing any guards and then… Taking you in the process.

He was angered, fists clenching in worry as he walked down the disgusting corridors of the hidden base the villains decided to take cover in. All he could think was the ‘if’s’.

What if they touched you with their disgusting germs?

What if you got hurt, would it be infected?

What if they hurted you and you were gone?

What if…. So many of them surrounded his head like a cartoon show.

He wanted to crush every single one of them, cause them enough pain, the amount he felt when his heart shattered when he saw you being taken away from the security cameras.

Overhaul killed anyone who deemed to stop him or let alone get in his path, the whole base looked like a brutal murder scene: blood on the walls, floor, even on his clothes and mask.

He didn’t bother cleaning the blood that splattered on him, nor did he worry about it. All he wanted was to come get you and make sure you were okay.

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“You're quite stubborn, ain’t ya?”

A pool of blood mixed with spit dripping down your jaw. Your breathing was heavier than normal, time was lost to you. It could've been a few hours or a whole day since you were taken, the men watched you like a snake ready to pounce on its prey.

All you were doing was laying in your room, waiting for Kai to be done with work till you door busted open: two men grabbing you and throwing you over one of their shoulders, covering your mouth with some type of rag before you passed out.

You woke up with a pounding headache, as well as a cut lip and your nose bleeding from the impact of the slap they did to wake you up.

The greasy man, in front of you, lit a freshly drawn cigarette, taking a deep inhale, while blowing the smoke towards your face. “Now, how much long do you think you’ll hold this up?”

You refused to look at him, gagging at the heavy smell of smoke mixed with copper.

Your body was in pain, a few scratches on your face, along with a bruise on your cheek; throbbing every time you slightly moved.

From the sound of screeching of his chair and the loud footsteps forward, he showed himself, yanking the back of your hair and making you face him: “I can hold as long as I can, trust me. I can see why Overhaul would want a pretty thing like yourself.”

You kept a stone-face, not wanting to show the enemy the pleasure of you being scared but; it was thinning out, all you wanted was to be in Kai’s presence.

“Yeah… I think i’ve found something to enjoy, darlin’,” The man spoke loudly, causing the two lackeys to snicker.

Before anyone could manage to say anything, loud clutter noises were heard down the hall, being stifled through the thick walls, constant and growing closer.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a warmth of relief spread through your stomach.

“The hell…?” One of the men by the door, guarding, pulled out his gun.

“Don’t ask me! Go check it.” The leader barked. The man who was by the door side-eyed the man next to him and unlocked the door, two of them walking out to check the noises.

As the door closed shut with a loud bang, the leader turned back to you with a sly smirk. “Now, where were we—”

There was a loud slam against the door to the room: a large, rounded dent showing in the thick metal. Then, another pound came, adding a newer, thicker bulge to the door.

By the time you counted down to one, the door was thrown across the room, knocking into one of the men: blood seeping under it as it spread against the greasy floors.

Kai showed himself in the doorway, golden eyes that shone in the low-light. In just a moment with him connecting eyes with yours, it showed a wave of relief and rage; his eyebrows pressing against each other once he saw the position you were in.

The man, somehow, screamed at his other men to attack, though Overhaul was on a warpath, wanting to kill every single last of them till he could get his end goal: you.

One of the men thought it was a good idea to start shooting at him; ringing the bullets till he was all out, until, his upper body was destroyed.

You couldn’t help but watch closely, seeing him move through the room, calculating, quick, and aggressive eye movements towards you and the men; snapping through the men in half like they were twigs, blood splattering on the walls and ceiling. These men were stupid, not highly smart to think they’d even survive Overhaul’s quirk and his tactical moves against them.

Each time, the men either were destroyed or collapsed, laying dazed on the ground. All while he was fighting them, his eyes were glazed over in a look of fury and duty. Except, whenever he looked towards you, quick looks that showed apologetic and worried gaze, saying “I’m sorry, please hold on.”

He was killing the last of the men, when you felt a hand grip your hair, yanking it back while digging a gun into your temple; feeling the metal shake from the leader.

Overhaul spun around, his sight set on the handgun. His body tensed, and for a minute, you saw pure fright through his golden orbs before they rounded back to a glare, meeting the gaze of the man who had hurted you and held you captive.

“Don’t fucking take a single step,” The man stated, digging the metal more into your head: threatening the stoic yakuza who he knew had the upper ground.

As the man gripped your hair tightly, the gash on your face started to dribble down your neck, mixing with the torn and bloodied shirt you were wearing.

“You come any closer — and her brain turns into confetti.”

Kai was angered, fists clenching in fear and unpredictableness. His terrifying golden-eyes that shook you to the core, as he stared hard.

Within a second, a loud bang and the connection of your body hitting the floor, hard. Blaring noises surrounded you: gun shots, alarms blaring, and muffled screaming.

As you blinked multiple times, trying to refocus your vision and the now high-pitched ringing in your ears; the heavy scent of copper and rapid sizzling surrounded you.

You couldn’t see what happened, but from the view of the blood splattered against the room and the muffled noises; the voice in your head told you, Kai was giving a thorough, yet justified, beating to the man who dared to touch you.

As you lifted your head, you saw Kai’s silhouette walking towards you, gently pulling your form and the chair upright. As he twisted and untied the knot on the ropes, attempting to safely free you; he kept glancing at you, before saying something.

“When we get home, I'm gonna clean and disinfect your injuries. After that, we’ll bathe you.” Kai stated. It was quiet before he spoke up again once the ropes were off. “Are you hurt anywhere...else? ”

You mumbled a small no, exhausted by the pulsing adrenaline.

You pulled away briefly, feeling tears run down your face, a type of relief leaving your body. His gloved hand gently padded them away, careful to not apply any pressure. You had no idea how much you missed him until you locked eyes into each other, seeing the worry in his eyes present.

Your stomach swirlied, feeling nauseous. You started to reflexively pull at your torn clothes around your chest until you felt the warmth of Kai’s jacket covering you. It smelled like clean sheets, smelling just like — him.

As you went to turn to look at him, he covered your eyes with his gloved hand.

“Please don’t move my hand,” He stated, he doesn’t need you to look at the bloody mess he caused to get to you; something you shouldn’t and never see.

He hooked his right arm under your legs and picked you up bride-style, keeping his other hand over your eyes. You rested your head against his beating chest, trying to feel less-lightheaded.

As Kai sped-walked from the scene, he noticed your fatigue state. “Oi, hey.” he called, carefully poking the side of your head a few times to rouse you. “Stay with me, please.”

“M’ sleepy…” You mumbled, trailing off unwillingly from the dizziness and heard him slightly curse as he hastily moved faster.

As he kept glancing at your passed out state, he made a promise to make sure that this mistake won’t happen again and that nothing would hurt you, ever again.

Even if it includes his death in the process.

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kiame-sama · 2 years

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Close to Godliness- pt 2. (Yandere!Overhaul x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; yandere, NSFW, Non-con, chubby reader, bondage, overstimulation, oral, depraved Overhaul (more so than usual), possessive behavior, possessive words, cleanliness kink (I guess?), breeding kink, delusional thinking, slight dacaryphilia,

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You watched the golden eyed man from where you curled up on your bed, the cot creaking beneath you as old springs hissed from use. He looked like a very large crow and his intelligent gaze only seemed to emphasize that fact, feathered jacket adding to the bird-like illusion. The way you both regarded one another reminded you vaguely of a stand off between rivals, except for the fact that you were doing your best to keep as much distance as possible.

"Well," he sighed, loosening his tie and picking up the tray of food, "I guess it can't he helped then."

You began to ask what he was talking about before the door swung open and the one man in a white coat approached you. All you could do was give a somewhat decent struggle before the lightest of cuts caught your forearm, finding your entire world slowing as he used his quirk on you. The man was the one to pick you up, carrying you even as your body refused to move more than a few millimeters at an extremely slow pace.

Even when you were placed on what seemed to be an examination table you could barely move or even turn your head. You were fully conscious despite your inability to move with any speed. The faint sound of footsteps sounded from where the man carrying you had been before the door opened and closed with an apparent click. For a moment you thought you had been left alone before those golden eyes came back into view above you.

Overhaul no longer had the tray in his hands and he seemed to be studying your immobile form laying on the examination table. The table you were on slowly began to lower before stopping abruptly and a sinking feeling settled in your stomach.

"Chrono's Quirk last for quite a while and seems to have a normal effect on you, so it should continue to last long enough for me to do a few... Experiments..."

The faint sound of a zipper met your ears and you worried the plague-masked villain intended to use some kind of torture device on you. Instead, he placed his gloved hands beneath your shoulders and moved you up the table so your head tilted back and hung limply from the edge. It was then you were able to see the source of the zipping sound had been Overhaul's pants.

Your heart hammered in your chest as he reached his gloved hands down, tugging the fabric to hang low on his hips. It was easy to see the way his half-hard length tented his boxers as he hastily fished himself out, giving you an extremely close look. He held his cock level with one hand as the other gently held your chin so your mouth was wide open.

Even as you tried to struggle, your body did little more than slowly writhe on the table. Overhaul made no comment on your continued wiggles as he slid his hot cock into your open mouth, shuddering as if he had not been prepared for the sensation. You gagged as he began to thrust his hips, hands coming up to smother your breasts and play with the cloth-covered flesh.

"You know, I have had little to no interest in sexual pleasure. It wasn't until I met you that the idea appealed to me. I had always found it to be a filthy act and so, saw it as unappealing. Then you showed up," he moaned as he continued thrusting into your mouth with increasing fervor, "your beautiful clean quirk making you a perfect plaything to experiment on. To try out everything I have supposedly been missing."

He was thrusting hard and fast into your mouth, making you have to time when you took in a breath so you could at least somewhat stop yourself from suffocating on his thick cock. Due to being upside down and so close to him, you could feel his plush balls against your forehead, nose pressed into the warm skin. The slight tang of salt on your tongue gave indication that his cock was fully erect and leaking precum into your mouth.

"Hell," he hissed and snapped his hips faster, "your warm throat feels so good..!"

Your whine was muffled by the long length wildly thrusting into your mouth, the panting from Overhaul sounding completely feral to your ears. Part of you wondered just how far the villain would go, but you had not forgotten his earlier words that commented on his underling's quirk. If his comment was anything to go off of, he planned to do quite a lot to you beyond just using your mouth to get off.

"Be good and swallow it all."

He moaned out the words as if the thought alone was enough to send pleasure straight to his brain. You couldn't stop the way you gagged as Overhaul thrust his length as far into your mouth as he could get it. The first spurt of cum made you almost choke and you had no choice but to do as he demanded or risk complete suffocation. As fun as drowning from cum was, your eyes filled with tears before he finally pulled away, letting you cough and clear your lungs.

"Good girl, fuck... You are so good for me. Warm and clean..."

His golden eyes seemed unfocused as he stared at your figure, grabbing a razor sharp scalpel to cut your clothes off of you. As your soft breasts were exposed to the cold air of the room, his eyes fixed on the slight bounce. He stared only for a moment longer before he moved to your pants, removing the rest of your clothes with ease.

You felt him grip your hips as he pulled you down the table so your hips were at the edge and your legs hung limply off of the metal surface. Your eyes were the only thing you could really move with any level of speed and you stared down your front, feeling his hands on your thighs. He played with the plush flesh before placing your legs in stirrups that held your knees, keeping you spread open for him to stare.

The way he remained fixated on your exposed pussy made you want to squirm or close your legs so he would stop. Those golden eyes flicked up for a moment before he reached up to his mask, removing the straps that held it in place. He was actually fairly handsome beneath the mask, but you found it hard to feel much more than fear for the villain who helped himself to your limp body.

"Such a fascinating little thing... But," he sighed taking a step back and picking up a small bowl, "I shouldn't forget why I have you here right now."

You were surprised as he poured the contents of the bowl into his mouth, his hand sliding beneath your head to pull you up into his arms. He pressed his lips hungrily to your own, sliding his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste the sweetness on his tongue. Some part of you realized it was likely the sugar from your 'meal' and he was using his mouth to transfer the sugar instead of just pouring it down your throat and potentially choking you.

His lips were soft and though he seemed inexperienced at first, the kiss grew in intensity as you felt the congealed sugar lazily slide down your throat. The way his tongue dominated your own and claimed your mouth made you whine loudly, the sound muffled by his intense actions. Even as he gripped tightly to your body you could feel the warmth coming from him and could feel the near desperate movements. When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting heavily and warmth radiated from your exposed core.

"If you won't eat, I will just force it down your throat. So, next meal I give you, you had better eat all of it. But," he gently caressed your cheek, "I will make arrangements for your meals to be more... substantial."

He took a cube of fat from the bowl and put a light amount of salt on it, hesitating for a moment before popping the cube in his mouth and once again locking his lips with your own. Despite your want to escape the insane germaphobic villain, you could feel a wetness slowly and lazily sliding down from your warm pussy. You almost felt humiliated upon realizing just how much your body was drooling for him and begging for attention. However, perhaps to your pleasure or chagrin, he continued the same order of salting the fat cubes and forcing them into your mouth via kiss.

By the time he had managed to get you to eat everything, you were completely soaked and your body felt like it was aching for any kind of stimulation. Your condition did not go unnoticed by Overhaul as he casually moved to get a clear view of what state your body was in, golden eyes fixed on your sex. It almost seemed like he was uncaring when looking at the state you were in, but the way his hardening length began to twitch and the intensity of his stare gave you a good idea of his thoughts at that moment.

"You know, I am typically very careful of what I eat. But... even I feel like it would be a mistake to pass up such a delicacy. It's not everyday the cleanest pussy in the world is on the menu, though I may have to insist on having a taste daily."

He pulled up a rolling stool, settling between your legs and examining you with those intense eyes. His touch was light and experimental as he gently stroked his fingers over your soaked thighs, almost surprised at how readily your body allowed his fingers to slip between your folds. Once a light coat of slick covered his middle finger and pointer finger, he pulled his hand back to examine it beneath the florescent lights.

At first he seemed completely enraptured with your slick on his fingers, but the way his eyes seemed to burn with desire as he gave a small lick told you he was pleased with your taste. Following the small taste, he shoved both into his mouth and noisily sucked on the appendages until he had gotten every ounce of your slick. His tongue flashed out to lick his lips as he turned his attention back to your drooling pussy. After a moment of staring, he reached forward and used his thumbs to spread your folds open.

"Fuck... Such a pretty little clean hole... I have to taste it."

His mouth latched onto your heat and immediately began using his tongue to work you up, laving and probing with the wet appendage. You gasped and let out soft whines, your mouth as unresponsive to your wants as your body. The slurping sounds coming from the man who helped himself to your slick sent unbidden shots of pleasure into your brain as you writhed and whined.

Overhaul's golden eyes almost seemed to glaze over as his actions became more vigorous and intense, low groans coming from deep within his throat. His hands gripped almost painfully at your soft thighs as he used his grip to pull you closer and move you slowly against his mouth, grinding you into his intense focus. The way he thrust his tongue into you and laved over whatever he could reach had you panting as a tight coil seemed to be winding itself up inside of you. It was almost painful for you in how tightly your body clamped down on his tongue before that coil snapped, flooding every corner of your brain with bliss.

"And here I thought squirting was something women only did when completely pleasured. I guess you are liking this much more than you are letting on."

He pulled back and you saw the glistening wetness on his mouth and chin, slowly licking his lips with that same glazed look to his eyes. It almost seemed like he hadn't even realized that his face was soaked with your essence, almost as if he were in some kind of a trance. In one movement, he quickly stood and you got to see he was hard again due to eating you out much in the way a starving man ate any food he could find.

"I'm going to split you open."

The way he gripped your suspended thighs made you shiver as he stared his molten gold orbs filled to the brim with desire and need. To some extent, you wondered if he was going to actually hurt you because the way he looked at you made you feel like some poor creature on an autopsy table about to go under the knife.

"So clean... No need for messy lube or condoms, just raw warmth. No need to worry over diseases or hidden illness, just an immaculately clean and beautiful pussy."

"W-wait...!" You tried to choke out your complaint, "What if- What if I get-?"

"Pregnant? Now that would be something, wouldn't it? Seeing these soft breasts of yours fill up with milk... Your squishy body growing nice and round as you get even heavier with my children... Kids are messy, but if it is ours, I have no doubt they will be perfectly clean, just like their mother. Even if they have quirks like the rest of this cursed society, so long as it is either one of our quirks, it's fine."

"Don't- I don't want..!"

"I don't remember asking what you want."

You let out a soft whimpering noise and he actually paused, grinning and slowly caressing your cheek. For a moment it seemed as if he were trying to comfort you despite the harsh words he had snapped out.

"Shh... I can tell you are nervous, it is only natural to feel that way when thinking of bringing a child into this infested world. But you'll be such a good mother, don't worry. I have no plans of discarding you and I want you by my side as often as possible, so no one gets the idea that you are a simple plaything. We'll be the ruling family over the Yakuza. You will be my cute little wife, and I will protect you in every way..."

The way he looked at you held that insane glint in his golden eyes, as if he were truly deluded into believing your hesitation was the result of nerves and not his actions. He truly didn't realize or care that this dream of a family was a one-sided delusion he had declared for you. His words somewhat soothed you, knowing he at least didn't intend to discard of you once he had his fill of this physical experimentation.

You mewled when you felt his heavy cock slide back and forth through your folds with a teasing slow roll of his hips. When he decided he was lubricated enough, Overhaul angled his hips so the tip of his swollen cock pressed ever so tauntingly at your slick entrance. He stared one long moment into your fearful gaze as he palmed at your soft thighs, getting a decent grip before thrusting into you in one movement.

Your mouth hung open and a small strangled whimper escaped your lips, the sheer stretch of his rather impressively sized length making it feel as if he had buried himself into your guts. Similarly, he had to pause to grapple his own feelings into submission, finding your warmth almost enough to make him cum instantly. He fit inside of you perfectly, fully buried balls deep inside of your soft body and filling every possible crevice all while the head of his cock sat pressed into your cervix.

"Kai."

"Wh-what?"

"Chisaki Kai is the name I left behind when I became Overhaul, and Kai is the name I want you to scream for me. You alone may call me that, and I expect to hear you scream it."

Between the sensation of the intense stretch of his cock inside of you and your overstimulated nerves begging you for a break, you were struggling to focus on his words. He didn't seem to want or expect a response as he slowly rolled his hips, sliding out of you until only the tip of his cock was left inside of you before slamming forward and burying himself once more. The movement drew a harsh moan from him and he began to move at a regulated pace, slowly thrusting into your soft body.

The way the head of his cock rubbed against your insides and dug into every sensitive spot had you practically seeing stars within just a few thrusts. You couldn't help the whimpering moans that he managed to drag from you, feeling and movement seeming to be returning to you as your back arched up from the examination table. He seemed to notice your increased movements because soon he pulled you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he adjusted his thrusts up into you.

You were barely seated on the table and the rest of you was busy clinging to the villain that took extreme pleasure in thrusting into you, holding you in that precarious position as he snapped his hips up. The way you whined and mewled only seemed to send more pleasure into his body as his golden eyes were nearly filmed over with need, staring at you the same way a degenerate sinner stared at their salvation. A particularly firm thrust into a rather sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you made you begin to tear up, feeling the way he pummeled into that spot with an intense fervor.

"Cry for me... Let me see how much my cock is stirring you up inside."

"Too much..! I- ah! It's too much!"

"Come on, (y/n), I want to see those pretty tears of yours."

The way his voice seemed huskier in your ear and the near demanding tone he took all while slamming into you only served to scramble your thoughts even more. You had already given up on physically fighting back long before your movement returned to you, so now you had no choice but to lean into the pleasure he sparked in your overstimulated brain. Heavy tears blurred your vision and began to roll down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your body practically constrict around the wildly thrusting cock inside of you.

The sensation drew a long and harsh moan from his throat, feeling the guttural way it rumbled in his chest. Instead of slowing him, the constriction of your warm pussy only seemed to spur him on even faster and harsher than before. From the way his skin slapped against yours, you knew your soft flesh was going to be bruised, his grip already leaving strained dark marks.

"Say it. Say my name!"

He barked out his order and you gasped, feeling that coiling tightness inside of you getting so tantalizingly close to that edge of release. He dropped one of your thighs in favor of gripping the back of your skull and forcing you to stare into his feral golden eyes, that glazed look overtaken by sharp clarity and need.

"Say it!"

"K-Kai!"

"Again!"

"Kai!"

You moaned and chanted his name like a mantra, barely able to focus enough to see the way his eyes rolled back. That hand on your thigh hitched your leg on his hip, snaking around to your clit and rubbing harshly as if he were rewarding you for doing as he said. The stimulation from his fingers pressing and rubbing sent you reeling in pleasured release, dragging him with you with the same intensity.

He pressed his entire body against your own and you felt the slight scratch of his starched dress-shirt against your exposed breasts, feeling his sharp bare hips eagerly press against your malleable and plush thighs. His body shuddered intensely as hot ropes of liquid splashed into you, feeling like he was filling up your womb with hot cum. Tears fell freely down your cheeks as the bliss sparked wildly through your nerves, digging your nails into his shoulders.

As the sensation abated and left you panting, your legs slipping from his hips, he caught your thighs, adjusting you in his grasp. You were content to let him move you as a wave of exhaustion overcame you, feeling the way he let his cock soften inside of you before pulling out. For a moment you thought he was going to leave your limp figure on the table before something else was shoved inside of you, plugging your still sensitive hole and preventing his cum from leaving you.

"Wh-what..?"

"Well, I found your idea of us having children to be so appealing I decided to go ahead with preparations. Which means my cum needs to stay in you for greater chances of pregnancy. You just rest, I can handle clean-up and moving you into my room. We'll make fantastic parents."

You didn't have the energy to argue or fight against him, feeling the uncomfortable plug keeping the slowly cooling cum deep inside of you. Somehow, you felt he would make sure you never left his side again.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere male #x female reader #fem reader #yandere overhaul #yandere kai chisaki #yandere bnha #bnha yandere #yandere overhaul x reader #tw non con #tw noncon #tw mention of kidnapping #tw imprisonment

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bitchywitchyvibes666 · 1 year

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Lord Hygieia

A/n: This is going to be part of a Greek God au with a lot of different characters, all stories will contain possessive/protective themes and some might contain violence and even nsfw themes. Also the reader will contain some form of insecurity like weight or scars. Also I know some (like this one) are actually Goddesses but I’m gonna have to gender bend some of them for this lol.

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You shuffled into the borderline sterile temple, eyes fleeting around the temple itself like something was going to jump out at you. Your eyes wondered over columns and vases before landing on the alter in the middle of the room. Unlike other God’s he did not have a full statute, at least not of his face but there was painting that closely depicted his handsome face. Even with the mask that was in most paintings you still thought of the God as handsome especially with those piercing eyes.

You weren’t worn down with sickness nor in need of help with sanitation, you were just so fascinated with the God. You knew of his personality, that he could be downright cruel at times and even more so to children, he thought they were messy creatures. You knew the tales and you knew of the whispers but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care, he still helped those who prayed an he was still a God.

You stood before the alter for a moment, almost shyly taking in your surroundings before you dropped gently to your knees. You flinched more at the sound it made as it travelled through the quiet space than you did at the slight pain before holding your hands in front of your chest and bowing your head in prayer You licked your lips before you started, refusing to let your nerves ruin this. You were completely unaware of the golden eyes that had followed you from the moment you entered.

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Overhaul knew that not many people came to worship him unless they were desperate, thinking they could help themselves like fools before they went to him. It was almost comical that the God that hated germs and people but he had to deal with the sickest of the mortal world, like his father was playing a cruel joke. He hated when the sick mortals came in the most, he’d much rather their healthy family came to pray for them, it would stop them dirtying his area.

He had never seen such a thing enter his temple before though, she looked to be perfectly health and even more so...she looked completely clean. He had noticed a scar on her face before she bent her head from his view, it was not very large but ran from the left of her bottom lip to the bottom right of her nose. It didn’t look new, in fact it looked to Overhaul like it had been done awhile ago.

Overhaul listened to the prayer of the mortal, expecting the same whining selfish crap and was even more surprised, she didn’t pray for herself or even for family but for her village and even for him. She prayed that he was healthy and happy in his world, that the village people be forgiven for always making messes when praying and in return she would come everyday and clean it up.

Overhaul got more confused as he listened, why would anyone want to deal with mess? Especially that they themselves did not cause? And who would ever be selfless enough or stupid enough to pray for him? Had she not heard of the things he had done? And she certainly must known that he was obviously healthy and clean. It was almost insulting to him that she was think he wouldn’t be.

He watched as she finished and slowly stood and paused for a second, legs obviously feeling off due to kneeling for a long period of time. He suppressed any sound as she looked up and made unknowing eye contact with him, her eyes were something he had only encountered in the divine world. She looked anyway and smiled at the lack of mess she had made before turning to leave. The only sound that could be heard in his temple was her voice, a sound Overhaul would come to crave.

“Bye Lord Hygieia. I hope you have a very clean day sir”

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He watched and watched and watched as she came and went, cleaning up and placing his favourite things on his alter, taking the time and care to place them exactly the way he liked, exactly the way she had memorised that he was the least annoyed about. He soon noticed that she was the only one that ever came, that she always had a new prayer for someone in the village but never for herself.

Over time Overhaul noticed that the mortal woman was a selfless one, never complaining about coming or cleaning up, never complaining about others prayers and why she was the one that had to do the work. She always came without compliant and with a smile, always ready to indulge the God’s need for a sterile environment. The God would admit that there was a lot of things he’d like her to indulge him in.

As much as he disliked to admit it but he loved the way she hummed as she worked, broom in hand as she liked his flooring with smile, the way her hips swayed as she moved and the way her lips formed the words of thanks whenever he answered her prayers. There was yet a prayer of hers he had yet to answer, he hated the thought of her being unsatisfied with him. He did notice though that no matter how hot it got that she always clad herself in a jumper, like she was hiding something from his view and he disliked the idea that she thought she could keep things from her God.

He also saw what she did whenever she thought no one could see, the way her small fingers traced the scar on her face and her lips moved like she was about to ask for something, like she was finally going to grant him the knowledge of where the scar came from. He always found himself leaning forward, eager to hear her request hoping for a selfish one that he would happily answer but she never granted him that, always shaking her head, a small frown covering her bitten lips and gathering herself to leave.

Overhaul would admit that he was curious on what exactly she wanted and how did it affect the scar on her face. Overhaul always felt the same anger fill him when he thought of the possibility that someone had done that and on purpose. That someone thought they had the right to scar something so beautiful even though he would admit that it did not take away from her beauty.

It all came to a head about 7 months into her visits to him, the day she had decided to remove her jumper and pray for herself. Overhauls golden eyes burned into her scarred form as he listened to her prayer, feeling murderous the more he saw and the more he listened.

“I know I shouldn’t be selfish and ask of this my Lord and I know you deal with sickness but perhaps you could consider this a sickness. My father has a sickness of alcohol and it has lead to this my Lord. I ask that you cure him or maybe would you be able to cure these scars? If not then I understand and I apologise for my selfishness. You are a great God, Hygieia, and I promise to keep returning even if you cannot grant this.”

Overhaul knew that he couldn’t cure this, it wasn’t a sickness or something to do with cleaning but he knew he couldn’t just let this happen. For the first time in his divine existence Overhaul wanted blood and he wanted it on his hands and he would stop at nothing to make sure no one touched his Angel again.

It was in that moment that he had made up his mind, she was his and he would do whatever he needed to do to protect her even if that meant getting a little messy. Starting with the pathetic mortal she called father...

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Maybe a some continuing hcs of the parent ask with shigaraki, madam red ect with how they are when the baby is is a little older? ( 4-6)

It's certainly been a while since I've written that but I'm exciting since I adore the dynamic of a Yandere having a family with their darling.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, clinginess, isolation

Parents Part 2: Their child is a bit older

Madam Red

🩺Angelina is as doting and protective as ever with her little daughter, still desperate to make her happy and shower her in love. Her child is a bit more isolated as the lady fears that she might catch all sorts of sicknesses. She’s so young after all, her immune system is still so weak. You argue quite a bit with Angelina about the aspect of her isolating your child quite a bit yet the madam is too paranoid to properly listen. Fine, she’ll make sure to design the huge garden with a swing and a sandbox, that should be enough to satisfy the little girl. Madam Red is proud of how far her daughter has come, from having taken her first steps, having spoken her first word and learning day by day more.

🩺 The drawings her little sunshine has drawn for her parents are always treasured and Angelina adores it when all three of you can just do something together. At the same time there is this nostalgic and sad feeling bubbling up inside of her chest when she sees how much her little baby has grown. Her baby has grown curious, too curious of the people around her and it makes Madam Red jealous. She wants to stay inside the bubble where it is just her daughter, her darling and her forever. She doesn’t want to share the attention and wants to be the most beloved person to her daughter next to you. Grell is kept away at a reasonable distance and Angelina warns the Reaper to act normal around the child since she doesn’t want her to get dragged into any troubles.

🩺Grell is a good bodyguard since she’s strong though so that’s something Angelina keeps in mind. It’s still tradition for her to sing her daughter a lullaby or read her a goodnight story and if it’s possible, she always tries to convince her daughter to sleep with her parents. Since Ciel is the only real family she has left, he’s probably the only person she trusts when it comes to her sweet baby, next to her s/o of course. Even years after knowing her daughter, there is still this awkwardness to Ciel when he is forced to play with the small child. Especially now since she has learned how to walk and talk and constantly wants to play with him when his aunt visits. He puts up with it though since he knows that it makes his aunt happy.

Momo Yaoyorozu

💳Her love for you and her twins stays as strong as ever and by now photos fill the walls of her house and she has plenty of photo albums with special memories, even a couple of small clips. Her children are slowly growing up and it makes Momo proud and emotional all at once. They’re at the age where they might have already their Quirk so if that’s the case she has already arranged certain adjustments for both of them. As lovely as she is, if her twins have Quirks she will make sure that they won’t grow overly arrogant and think they’re better than others. She’d probably end up teaching them how to control their Quirks so they don’t accidentally lose control and will encourage them if they struggle with something. If her children don’t have any superpower that is fine as well.

🩺Both of them are special as they are though she knows that society isn’t exactly too friendly with people without any Quirks. If Momo catches someone making fun of her twins for possessing no Quirk she transform into a lion mother quickly. The type of mother who will instantly try to cheer her babies up if they’re upset about something by trying to get them to take a walk together as a family, by baking together or going for a picnic together. Anything to make them focus on something else. She knows that her daughter and her son are now at the age where they might end up arguing so she always mediates of both of them get into a fight and ends up judging fairly. She’s probably already designed two separate rooms for them though they’re always free to share the third room for them together.

💳Matching outfits for the twins still stay strong and there is even the family look where all of you wear matching pieces. Since they are now at an age where they can remember things, it’s time for the family to travel a bit around. There are two reasons why Momo has so far refused to take her twins on a plane. The first is that both of them were too young in her opinion to already fly around the world and the second one is that she wants her daughter and her son to remember their first major holiday together. Momo’s photo albums are precious to her since she likes to sit down with her s/o and her kids, go through the photos and recall the past and talk with her family about what the story is behind this picture.

Tomura Shigaraki

✋There are good and there are bad things that come with his son growing older. Shigaraki is definitely relieved about the aspect of his child not crying all the time anymore and the aspect of not needing to change the diapers anymore since he can use the toilet by now. On the other hand it becomes a bit more harder to keep him away from other members of the group and Shigaraki starts struggling to come up with excuses whenever his son asks him why him and his other parent are constantly stuck and what his father is exactly doing for a living. You always have to interject and change the subject in order to help Tomura from the uncomfortable situation. Both of you are aware that you can’t keep it a secret from your son forever.

✋Shigaraki simply fears that his son might end up fearing him if he ever finds out the truth about Shigaraki’s Quirk and what he is doing. With the age comes the fear of his son possibly inheriting his Quirk so there are constant visits to a fitting doctor so that a catastrophe can be stopped before it even happens. His son has a lot more energy than he is which is why Shigaraki struggles sometimes even if he tries to be a good father and plays with his son. There are times when he asks Kurogiri to take over for a bit so he can have some time alone with his darling. As much as he adores the child you two made, he misses the times where he could have you all for himself and your attention wasn’t always turned to your kid the moment he stumbled towards you.

✋No one can really deny that the child inherited his clingy tendencies from his father though since he hates being left alone by his parents, he always ends up crying and throws a small tantrum. So he either clings to you or Shigaraki most of the times when you are around. Other members from LOV keep on asking him about his child yet all they get back is a rude snap from him to shut up since he doesn’t want any of them near his baby. He threatens always to turn them into dust if they ever try to locate darling and child down, snaps at Kurogiri for not being able to keep it a better secret though he knows it’s probably his own fault. As soon as he returns from any business, he’s usually greeted first with his son running to him and clinging onto his leg.

Overhaul

🦠Kai doesn’t really concern himself with the aspect of what he will tell his children now that they’re at an age to comprehend things a bit better. He never bothered hiding anything from you and he doesn’t bother hiding anything from his sons either regarding the cruel and inhumane things he does. If they end up being terrified of him that’s fine as long as they don’t start misbehaving and are rude towards their own father. Kai can be rather strict when he sees the need to do so, he has moments where he just turns eerily silent and just grabs both of his twin sons by their collar, drags them towards their shared room and locks them inside for a couple of hours. He only lets them out if they have reflected on their actions and apologize.

🦠There is a weekly medical checkup since Overhaul is paranoid about the aspect of health, especially since children as little as them end up catching everything. He rarely lets one of his men interact with them, Chronostasis might be the sole exception on seldom days. Otherwise he orders everyone to just ignore his sons, he doesn’t want them to interact with the children. If the twins try to run around and talk to someone when they’re let out of their special living area and are forced to wear masks, he always grabs them by their hands with a tight grip and yanks them away. His darling and their children live in a special section of the basement, well guarded and cleaned especially well since Kai despises gems and dirt anywhere near himself or his family.

🦠The aspect of hygiene is so important so he always makes sure that the kids brush their teeth and shower daily and if one of them refuses, he just forces them to clean themselves himself. They usually have a room together but he has a special room where he takes both of them when they are sick and everything inside of their is sanitized to the absolute maximum. Coughing only one time is enough for him to be suspicious already and even if only one shows signs of a sickness, the other one is normally dragged along for safety measurements. Whilst Kai doesn’t let the boys outside very much, he tries to provide them with a variety of other things so they hopefully won’t complain too much.

Inko Midoriya

🟩Similar to Momo, Inko feels very emotional to see her baby girl growing up so fast. She’s so proud of her little girl though and her family is everything to her. She’s even more overjoyed to see how much of a great parent her darling is and how much of a sweet and caring older brother Izuku is. Mother and son most likely cried together when your daughter took her first steps and spoke her first words, the tears just flow out so naturally for both of them as they’re deeply touched and emotional. Inko is great to guide her s/o through everything though if they shouldn’t know how to act and what to do in a certain situation since she has already some experience with Izuku.

🟩Very obviously this woman doesn’t care if her daughter ends up having a Quirk or not, her love isn’t defined by whether she’ll end up having some special power or not. She’ll become more protective though since she knows that people without a Quirk are usually treated like an outsider and she knows how much it affected Izuku back in the days. Izuku himself would be so incredibly protective as well since he won’t tolerate anyone making fun of his sister like this. Inko likes taking walks outside with her family and visiting a park or the closest playground. Your child is at a stage where she takes everything around her in and learns really what the world around her is like. So it’s important to take her out as often as possible so she can experience life with her own five senses. Her big and curious eyes when she asks about something is adorable.

🟩If her daughter ends up wanting to help in the kitchen that is fine though the tasks she’ll be given won’t involve any sharp objects. Inko might be from time to time a bit more clingy since she has been a bit lonely ever since her son enrolled into the U.A. High School so having her darling and their small child is a blessing for her. She likes reading stories to her child. All three of you have put very much importance and care into the design of the room for your daughter to make it as pretty for her as possible. Izuku constantly ends up buying sweets and small and pretty toys for her, he spoils his baby sister a lot.

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