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[orishitou--vegefan]

Requested by @cowpoopies :

Soulmate’s AU by Stupidoomdoodles

An AU where soulmates recognize themselves at first touch, because it literally burns, and a scar appears.

“he forgot to kill us” well duh Krilin! That’s how Tsunderes express their undying love, it is known 😂

Art by Stupidoomdoodles

Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3  |  Part 4 | Bonus  | NSFW bonus

[neriad13]

Holy trinity! =D

[kittykats2011]

This cracks me the fuck up every time I watch it

Especially Inosuke.

[inaccurate-dbz-quotes]

[the kitchen is a complete mess]

Piccolo: Man, I hope you don’t expect me to clean up all this filth.

Goten: This isn’t filth. It's our picnic fixings!

Piccolo: Picnic? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No. You remember what happened last time, don't you?

[flashback to Goten, Piccolo and Trunks at a picnic in the park]

Goten: Please pass the egg salad.

Sasquatch: [popping out of the bushes] RAGGLE FRAGGLE!

[grabs Goten and runs away]

Goten: Ahhhh! Somebody help me!

[Piccolo and Trunks go back to eating, flashback ends]

Goten: Yeah, that was pretty special. Wanna see my emotional scars?

Trunks: [coming into the room] What happened in here? Did the refrigerator throw up?

Piccolo: Goten wants us to go on a picnic.

Trunks: No way, José. You remember what happened last time.

[shows the same flashback of Goten, Piccolo and Trunks having a picnic]

Goten: Please pass the egg salad.

Sasquatch: [popping out of the bushes] RAGGLE FRAGGLE!

[grabs Goten and runs away]

Goten: Ahhhh! Somebody help me!

[Piccolo and Trunks go back to eating, flashback ends]

ChiChi: [coming into the room] Have you crazy kids been flashing back in here?

Piccolo: Yeah. We've been trying to talk Goten out of going on a picnic.

ChiChi: A picnic? Oh, honey! No! No! You remember what happened last time!

[shows the same flashback again]

Goten: Please pass the egg salad.

Sasquatch: [popping out of the bushes] RAGGLE FRAGGLE!

[grabs Goten and runs away]

Goten: Ahhhh! Somebody help me!

[Piccolo and Trunks go back to eating, flashback ends]

Goku: [coming into the room] What is this, a party?

ChiChi: Goku! Talk some sense into your son! He wants to go on a... picnic!

Goku: After what happened last time? You all remember that, right?

[goes to flashback again, only this time, it shows Goku putting on a sasquatch suit behind some bushes]

Goten: [off screen] Please pass the egg salad.

Goku: [leaps out of the bushes] RAGGLE FRAGGLE!

[is heard running off with Goten]

Goten: Ahhhh! Somebody help me!

[flashback ends]

Goku: (chuckles) I say we let the boy go.

Goten: Rock on!

[weeb-writes]

Dating Piccolo would include...

because there is not enough Piccolo love on the internet and I’ve had a crush on him since I was a kid sUE ME

- having to remind Piccolo that he’s actually in a relationship

- understanding that training is super important to him

- but also making him understand that spending time together is important to both of you (even if he needs a nudge in the right direction)

- finding joy in making him blush at any given moment (because let’s face it, it probably won’t take much to do it)

- just because his species reproduces asexually doesn’t mean he won’t find the act of sex with you pleasurable so…enjoy teaching him the ropes ;)

- be prepared to be like a second mom to Gohan because Piccolo is 10/10 his second dad

- him surprising you with small gestures of affection (yeah he was paying attention when you mentioned that certain kind of candy you really like so when he shoves it into your hands with a grunt, take it as kindly as possible because he totally means well)

- he will make you work for a kiss, because he’s 7′5 and even though he won’t admit it, he likes watching you work for it

- he’ll steal a kiss when he feels like it and he’s sure no one is watching (but will deny it until the day he dies of someone confronts him about it)

- but if someone even so much as looks at you sideways, God help them no matter who or what they are

- don’t point out the fact he’s been keeping his nails filed down ever since touching you became something he does. He will claim it has something to do with training or something (but we all know the real reason)

- his idea of a romantic night out includes the two of you alone in the woods

- so feel free to take advantage of him during this time because he totally wants you to

- running your hands along his arms or scratching behind his antennae will make him melt so use with caution and only when alone unless you want to pay for it later (if you know what I mean)

[cowcat44]

He blush

These expressions are gold

[animepopheart]

★ 【甘チヨ】 「魔族さん」 ☆ ⊳ king piccolo (and others) / dragon ball ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

[msdbzbabe]

Clips I loved in the Dragon Ball Super dub episode 42

[snow-white-shadow]

Fans of any series, please take a little of your time to read this

Years ago, when I was’t even a teen yet but I thought I was “too mature for that”, I told my mom I liked a series (it was Digimon Tamers), and I was obsessed with a character in particular (it was Impmon).

I felt ashamed because I thought it was “too childish for someone my age” (turned out, Tamers was anything but childish, but that’s another story).

I was then that her and I had one of the most heartfelt conversations in my life so far:

My mom: “Do you enjoy the series/character? Do they make you happy?”

Me: “Well, yes.”

Mom: “Does liking them hurt/harm you in any way?”

Me: “No, what a question!”

Mom: “Does you liking them hurt/harm anyone else?”

Me: “I really don’t think so.”

Mom: “Then why should you feel ashamed? As long as you enjoy something that makes you happy and it doesn’t hurt/harm anyone -yourself included-, then you should just ignore everything else and enjoy what you like”

You know what she did next? She sat right next to me everyday to watch the series with me… and she adored it! The series and the very character I loved! Still to this day, Impmon remains one of her favorite characters.

Now I’m 27, I have my own life, I’m obsessed with lots of new series, and my mom still sticks true to what she said years ago.

So fans -of ANY AGE, of ANY SERIES-, if you ever feel ashamed for liking something, remember:

ENJOY WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, AND SCREW THE REST OF THE WORLD (as long as you’re not doing anything harmful to it)

I’m tagging all the series I like (along with some of the characters I adore), feel free to add your own if you decide to reblog this post (and I’d be very happy if you did so) :)

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

[bulma-laboratory]

[cowcat44]

Dying from the cute OMG!

Uncle Piccolo ftw

[javidraws]

I’ve been drawing a lot of DBZ band AU, (its honestly a vegebul band AU lol, but I had to draw everyone else too!!))

[zuffer-weird-girl-deactivated20]

Loss

The secretary flinched on her seat when she heard the glass door of the hospital shattering and yelped in fear when THE Overhaul slammed his fists on her desk, eyes burning with rage as he almost shouted.

"(L/n) (Y/n). Tell me where the fuck is her. NOW." she trembly nodded while picking her notebook on and the telephone.

He had received a call on the middle of a meeting, mentally rolling his eyes in irritation as he excused himself and accepted the call.

The way his eyes had widen in horror and how he stormed out of the room made everyone not only scared, but each one to have certain curiosity and worrover the situation.

What happened to let Overhaul on that state?

A doctor came by along with his nurse and Chisaki grabbed the hem of his jacket, the glare he was still wearing seemed like fire was going to spill from them by any moment while he demanded thhat he spilled out what the fuck had happened.

"S-She suffered a accident." The doctor gasped out, breathing in a long sigh of relief when the man let go "A villain fight on the center, the man accompanying her didn't survived but she is still alive." They patted their clothing, shakily looking up at the fuming man in front of them.

"The ambulance found her phone and saw it on her emergency contacts yout number. You're family or friend?"

"Mind your own business and let me in." He shoved past the doctor and abruptly entered the room, ignoring the nurses pleas for him to wait.

The sign of your bruised and beaten up image made him want to vomit... the bandaged wrapped around your head as your hair was sprawled out on the pillow you were laying on...

He felt his throat tightening as his eyes seemed to burn... slowly reaching the bed to caress your patched up face with his thumb carefully...

The only comforting sounds he heard on that cursed cold room were the beeping of the machine... indicating that you were unconscious, but alive no less.

"Get the fuck out." He muttered angrily as his hands turned into shaking fists, the doctors and nurses frowing but yet respecting his demand.

He carefully grabbed your hand on his both gloved ones as he took the seat next to you... He controlled the urge of shouting and letting his tears fall as he numbly stared at the bedsheets, his attention focused only on the beeping.

~

He ended up falling asleep on that place, head resting on his crossed arms on the bed.

He, for the first time, thanked the heavens for letting him have a light sleep, because he woke up with your stiring and weak groans.

Chisaki jerked up, eyes wide as his lips trembled a bit at seing his angel's eyes finally cracking open.

"(Y/n)..." he breathed, lowering his mask down when you looked at him confusedly "(Y/n)! My angel, thank god!" He, without thinking straight, wrapped his arms around you tightly as he breathed in on your scent and kissed with tears rolling down his face.

He only came to realize later that instead of feeling your arms wrapping around him or even a cute little giggle of yours, your body had tensed up under his hold...

Now it was his time to frow, grapping onto your shoulders as he parted only for a few inches.

"Angel I swear on my grave that I am not sending any garbage to accompany you anymore..." he talked, looking at your confused and quite... feared eyes.

"U-uh..." you awkwardly muttered as you slowly but firmly brought your hands to his gloved ones and took them off from your shoulder... Chisaki arching a eyebrow at your action in total dissaproval when you placed his hands to himself.

Then he widened his eyes in complete horror and disgust, hives appearing om his pale skin as his brain processed those despicable words he never once thought he would hear it from you ever again...

"Who... who are you?"

~

"It seems that after the impact, her brain got affected by the section where it lands the data of her memories..." the doctor spoked as him tapped his finger on his chin while analyzing your X-ray.

Chisaki didn't even dared to say a word... not even being a complete arrogant towards the man as he explained the situation of his partner.

"Her brain is still functioning and she has still her memories from her whole period of school aparently."

"... then why?" He asked in a numb tone as he stared at his closed gloved hands.

"It seems to be a rare type of amnesia ... she actually remembers all of yesterday's events for example; but due to the blow she must have received, the part where the memory about you is kept was the most affected."

"What's the cure?" He growled immediately, trying to surpress his angry shaking.

"There is no cure mister..." the doctor grunted when Chisaki grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"You as a doctor have the fucking obligation to find a cure or at least treat any diseases on this planet so you got the nerves to say that THIS doesn't have even a fucking treatment?!" He shouted, the doctor still keeping his calm attitude somehow.

"The human brain is a complicated thing... she might return her memories or not. We can't know. The maximum you can do now is try little by little to show what you were to her..." he mentally sighed in relief when Chisaki putted him down slowly "But not everthing, go slow... she might have a combustion or be too much overwhelmed."

His parted lips trembled underneath his mask as he wordless left the office...

You... didn't know him. Didn't know who he was or what he was to you...

He was a stranger. A fucking stranger to your eyes...

He dragged his feet to your room. You were already standing up and fixing up your hair on a mirror before you yelped at noticing his presence.

"Uh, hello..?" You awkwardly gretted him with a uncomfortable smile, not knowing how long he was standing there.

He nodded as in a gretting before his broken hearted eyes locked with your own. You felt pity over the man... the moment you told him you had no idea who he was he panicked, opened the door of that hospital room and shouted for the nurses to come explain this.

"...Come. I... will take you home." You tilted your head in confusion.

"I... no. Thank you for the offer but I-"

"I know where you live..." he muttered the words "I know this sounds stupid... but I am your.." he breath in to control the burning in his eyes as he looked down at the floor "Your boyfriend."

"Eh?" He wanted to chuckle so badly at hearing that precious confused sound... but the situation didn't let him "... I'm sorry. I... don't remember you..."

"They already told me. How does your house look like? Just to make sure." He tried, afraid of hearing that your answer would be that cursed apartment of yours.

"Uh... its a japanese like style house. Has a yard with beautiful trees on." You smiled, making hin want to scream in frustation.

It was his house. The Shie Hassaikai's house. You remembered the damn place but not him.

"... Come with me." He sayed nonchantly as he shived his fists onto his pockets and left the room, you following him right after.

You entered on his car and didn't speaked a word as he drove... afraid of making more weird the situation than it was already.

You recognize the place as he stopped and left the keys with a subordinate.

"Ah so you weren't trying to kidnapped me or something." You tried to joke, but that man's face didn't even twitched out of that broken shattered look as he only nodded and continued to walk.

He noticed that you didn't recognized the people on there either... being extremely awkwardly. Still, you were extremely polite with everyone of them, especially Pops.

He winced at remembering the first he brought you here... your actions being the same but instead lf just closing in yourself liek now, you found some comfort on him on the new area...

Pops patted his shoulder at seing Chisaki's huge amount of pain on his eyes while all he wanted to do was succumb onto his knees and scream until his vocal cords exploded.

You looked even more uncomfortable when he guided you to your shared bedroom. Noticing your embarrassment and... distrustful look.

"Not comfortable sleeping on the same room with a stranger." He more pointed out than asked.

"Yeaaah." You scratched the back of your neck before looking up at him "B-But i can sleep on the couch! You don't need to-"

"Is not necessary." He interrupted "You have all the rights to keep this room." He left without much of a word, only telling you that dinner was going to be soon and if you needed him, all you have to do is call.

You arched one eyebrowd of yours while watching him go away... what a weird guy.

~

Pops told him he wasn't obligated to do those things and even Chrono had offered to take his shift... but he refused it.

He needed to drown on his work to forget this pain and his misery.

A knock on the door had snapped him out of it as he rubbed his eyes and allowed whoever it was to enter.

"Excuse me? Am I bothering you?" You asked shyly.

"Never." He answered with a sigh "Something wrong?"

You took the opportunity to enter and sit on the chair in front of him, the awkward atmosphere still on the air.

"I... you said you're ny boyfriend. Right?" He nodded numbly "What type then? I-I mean. I want to know you... again." You found the strengh to look at those amber eyes.

Boyfriend or not, this man was hot.

"... You want the absolute true or the only love dovey shit?" You giggled at his boldness, making him for the first time smirk underneath his mask.

"Grab that black album from the shelter. I will try my best."

He couldn't help but smile at seing your curiosity as you paced through the pages, asking him the main events before you pointed out awkwardly that this was kostly you on that thing...

"I don't like taking or seing my own photos... But you always kept pressing me to at least have one or two... with those cursed puppy eyes."

"Cursed?" You asked, arching a eyebrow at seing the same elder you greeted earlier on one of those.

"Yes. Every time you use them I can't just say no."

"Ah! So you're the secret softie type!" You smiled at him whole he couldn't help but glare daggers at you.

He breathless chuckled at your gasp when he told you he was part and the leader if the yakusa and in that exact same moment you were underneath their roof.... although he almost choked up when you had noticed the pingent adoring around his neck.

The yingyang. A symbol that represented you both way too well. He cared one side while you carried the other.

You took your own in your hands and the way your eyes squinted while looking at the pingent made his early feelings return back.

Because he knew with that look of yours... you were trying hard to remember... but you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let you have those memories back...

"Enough." He picked abruptly the album and placed it over the shelf with a sigh. You apologized and got out from his office shortly after... maybe his attitude had scared you... godammit!

He punched the wall until his gloved hand was all bloody and bruised before he let out a miserable shout.

He lost his angel... he lost your memories. His world was nothing but pure darkness now.

~

You giggled at seing both white haired man and the creature smaller than him arguing on the end of the hall as you passed through it.

One week had passed after your accident and now you were pretty used to with everyone on the house.

Well... almost everyone.

Chisaki was the man who revealed to be your boyfriend but now he just seemed even more broken and depressed then you saw him once on that hospital.

You tried really hard to remember him... but nothing about this man came up. You also noticed how angry he got when you called him 'Overhaul' or only 'Chisaki'...

You explained to him that calling him by his firts name was still a bit uncomfortable, he understood that and simply waved you off... but you still noticed the way he gripped or turned his hands into fits whenever you called him.

Everyone on there was trying to make you regain your memories back desperately. You even caught a taller man discussing with a muscular one on the hallway once about the situation.

"If miss (Y/N) don't recover her memories soon, master will get worse than he is already."

"You're fucking lucky Tengai. Overhaul at least didn't used his quirk on you three times in less the one hour only because you had asked how was his chick doing."

"You beg though for this Rappa."

"I WASN'T BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC THIS TIME! I WAS GENUILY ASKING!"

You choosed to not know of his quirk after you heard that in fear of what you might discover...

You made your way to the bedroom and sitted on the bed with sigh, picking your cellphone to mess with since you didn't even touched the device ever since you put your foot on here.

You frowned when the screen showed up, a picture of the man you trued so hard on remembering... he didn't seemed to have the knowledge that he was being photographed as he seemed to be reading something without his mask on for once.

His eyes were serious but calm while he readed the book, and something that made your heart twist on yiur ribcage was that you noticed that his gloved fingers were interconnected with bare ones right on the corner.

It was your hand in there.

You didn't needed to know his whole life to already know that this man had a despised for touch and was a mysophobic... but you catched plenty times him going to reach for your hand or your hair only to pull his hand back with a broken sigh and walk away frrom you as far as possible.

You had to admit that this pained you somehow.

You dropped your cellphone, not feeling like messing around on it anymore as you shivered at a cold breeze that passed through the window...

You didn't like it very much closed places so you opted to get up and grab a hoodie instead of closing the window.

Just when you opened you saw the iconic green jacket that Overhaul always used whenever he was out or when he just felt like it.

Curiosity consumed you as you caustiously picked and holded close... scenting the intoxicating smell that left you feeling like you were in heaven.

You wondered a bit before shameless wearing the coat on, way bigger than you but you felt... safe.

You took another sniff... gasping and dropping into your butt when a bright and rather painful flash came into your head as you fell.

You groaned and placed your hand on the bed as you tried to get up, wincing as another flash came by making you want to scream in pain... before you saw it.

Him. The man. Your... your boyfriend of three years!

Chisaki Kai.. Chisaki Kai! You remembered him!

~

"KAI!" he stopped writing on the papers when he heard your voice shouting his first name.

... it was his mind playing tricks on him. You didn't called him 'Kai' anymore.

He scoffed and went to return to writing before he dropped his pen and widened his eyes at hearing your screams again.

He got up and opened the door, stepping in on the hall way and looking at both sides.

"KAI!" You breath out, when you turned on a hallway and saw him looking at you with worried yet serious eyes.

You runned towars him withiut a care, jumped on him as he groaned at the impact with the floor, wincing at not knowing if that place was clean or not.

"Kai!" You breath out as you cupped his face on your hands as your tears fell, nuzzling on him "My life, my boyfriend, my devil! I remember! Everthing!" You cried, while Chisaki's eyes widened as his pupils trembled a bit.

He managed to at least sip up, arms now holding you with a iron grip as he still processed while you cried on his shoulder... his own relived tears falling at hearing that you called him your devil.

"(Y/N).." he breathed out in a smile underneath his mask, hugging you even closer as he buried his face on your shoulder with a shaking sigh "My angel... my precious angel you're back..!" He whisper shouted as he holded onto you tight.

He growled in disaproval when you separated before grunting when you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt after yanking his mask down to crash your lips with his... smirking when you felt him sigh on it as his hands went to your waist... straddling his lap.

"I'm so so sorry! How could I ever forget you?!" You whispered between kisses, crying a bit as he hushed you harshly while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers, taking advantage of your mouth being open to after days taste that scent flavor of his angel he had craved for...

"You aren't the one to blame my love. Never." He said after taking a break for at least to have oxygen back to his chest, helping you up from the floor. "How I wonder? I was running out of hope already..."

"Your scent. Your cologne. When I took your jacket-"

"Ah yes. Little thief." He chuckled at your pout before you skirked devilish and snuggled even more on his coat and on him.

"It was.. like a flash. Kai..." you breathed in on his neck, tearing up at feeling him resting his chin on your head as his gloved fingers worked thorugh your hair.

"My life is so painful and so dark without you my angel... those days were like hell." He admited, subsconciously touching his bare lips on you as a kiss.

Chrono just had stepped in on the room before he quickly turned back when he saw his childhood friend cupping his lover face on his hands as he traced her face with his lips lovely... the skies even seemed to get brighter wben Overhaul's partner recuperated her memory...

[sugarforkfull]

Undress character challenge 

[bleedinqhearts]

TINTED WINDOWS

tinted windows ;   pairing: kai chisaki (overhaul) x f!reader   warnings: cursing, explicit nsfw content   tags: very light dom/sub, sugar daddy!overhaul, you call him daddy (1) time, blowjobs, just some good ol’ fucking    summary: thank god for tinted windows…   dedication: to my 3 chisaki fuckers who follow me. y’all some real ones, deadass

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You suppose that even as one of the youngest leaders of a prominent crime group, Kai Chisaki has his limits. One of his hands, which are covered in latex gloves that don’t allow you to feel the full extent of his warm touch, manages to find its way to the nape of your neck, squeezing gently but firmly enough to where the action forces you to give him your full attention; it’s his subtle, nonverbal way of telling you that you’ve been looking long enough and that it’s time to go home now. 

Chisaki’s hands aren’t the cleanest – in metaphorical terms, of course – but even with his calloused hands and the power they hold, he’s never outright subjected himself to do particularly laborious tasks. Menial, lowly work such as being ladened down with shopping bags upon shopping bags, but – what is it that everyone is so keen on telling him?

Love changes you. 

He’s never been the type to hunger for affection or company, whether it be on a physical or emotional level, but something about you just has him so enamored.

Your silky hair, your full, pretty pink lips, the way your lashes look as you peer up at him, eyes wide and full of innocence even though you’re anything but. You follow him dutifully to the cash register where the employee’s eyes widen as they watch Chisaki swipe his card without batting an eye at the price.

“Have a nice day,” the cashier tells you, and you smile sweetly at them, looking nearly angelic underneath the bright glow of the lights in the store. 

“Oh, we will.”

━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━

The entire backseat and trunk are filled with all your shopping bags, and you feel a little guilty at spending so much money – money that’s not even yours – but Kai’s always been deadset on any decisions he makes, and he was adamant that he wants to spend his fortune on you. 

Everything about the young Shie Hassaikai leader oozed wealth; from his specially tailored clothing to his premier, top-of-the-line sports car – the one with the windows tinted so dark it’s really a wonder on how he can even see well enough to drive in the daytime nevertheless at night. 

The leather seat cools the exposed skin of your thighs, your skirt riding up just the slightest. Even though Kai’s never been one for small talk, he enjoys hearing your voice at any moment possible; he doesn’t turn on the radio when he drives, so unless you want to sit in silence, you better speak. Not that he’s ever had any trouble with you not replying; you’ve always been a good girl – his good girl –and just like how anything you want, he provides for you, anything he wants, you’re happy to give to him.

“Did you have fun today?” He asks, golden eyes looking over at you for a brief second before returning back to the road. 

“I always have fun with you.” You hum, one freshly manicured hand finding its way towards his thigh, gradually traveling upwards. His eyes are still focused on the road, but you notice the way his hands appear to grip the wheel just a bit tighter. 

“Let’s not start something we can’t finish, yes?” His normally smooth baritone comes out a bit breathier than usual as your fingers find their way to the zipper of pants. 

“But I thought you always finish with me.” Kai is suddenly thankful for stopping at this notoriously long red light. He turns to face you, golden eyes darkening as you dare to pull down his zipper, licking your already glossy lips which have much better uses than just for pouting at him. 

“We’re almost back to the base, love, and then we can–” His suggestion is cut short whenever you drag down his zipper all the way, and he feels you tugging at the waistband of his boxers, rushing to give his cock the release it needs. He dares to take one gloved hand off the wheel in favor of grabbing at your wrist, holding it but not exactly pulling it away from him like you thought he would. 

“Not right now.” He speaks through gritted teeth, but when he lets go of your wrist to place his hand back on the wheel, you do the complete opposite of what he’s asked you to do. 

You pull down the waistband of his boxers, just enough to finally free his cock, and you smile as he doesn’t say anything but lets out a sharp intake of breath as the cool air conditioning of the car blows on his dick. You wrap your fingers around him, slender fingers looking painfully lonely without a ring adorning one of them. He thinks this to himself as he tries to focus on driving, but you’re pumping his length slowly, like the two of you have all the time in the world, and he’ll be damned if you’re the one controlling the situation. 

He makes a sharp turn into an empty lot, one that’s mainly covered in dirt and will surely make the bottom of his car dirty, but it’s only fitting, considering all the filthy things that are about to go down inside the car anyway. The abrupt turn made you lose your hold on his dick, and you’re trying to continue the little handjob you were previously giving him, but he stops you.

“No.” It’s practically a growl, and the word is spoken similar to the way he gives out commands to all his men. It’s harsh and dominant, and it only serves to get you excited. “I thought I could spoil you for being such a good girl lately, but then you try to pull something like this on me?” 

“I-I just wanted to pay you back for everything you gave to me today.” His stare softens and a pleased hum escapes his throat. He narrows his eyes, anyway, still intending to make sure that you know what happens to girls who don’t follow orders. 

“Very well, then.” He changes the position of his car seat, pushing it all the way back. He turns off the car, pulling down his pants to allow more access, and looks at you expectantly. “Well, don’t be hesitant now, love. You were so eager to please me minutes ago.” 

The initial shock wears off after that, and even though it’s a bit uncomfortable, you manage to maneuver your body to where your knees are digging into the leather of the passenger seat and your body is stretched across where the gear lies, the top of it prodding against your side. Even if it would have been easier to just stroke him, he did go all out for you today, and you’re just so thankful that your loving boyfriend wants to shower you with gifts that you can handle a little discomfort at the expense of giving him a proper blowjob. 

Your lipgloss coated lips wrap around the head of his cock, and he places a hand on the back of your head; not pushing, not yet. Kai may be a part of a deadly underground criminal organization, but the same hands that have been used to kill in cold blood are the hands that you’ve held, that you’ve had explore every inch of your body, that have been nothing but loving towards you. You move your head to try to take more of him in your mouth and every inch that disappears in your mouth has him applying more pressure against your head, pushing you down further and further until the tip of his dick is hitting the back of your throat.

This isn’t the first time you’ve taken all of him in your mouth, but you had planned on taking this slow – a word that Kai conveniently lacks in his endless vocabulary. His fingers entangle themselves in your hair that you’ve spent thirty minutes styling just for him to mess up, and he pulls your head up, your mouth leaving his dick, which is now coated in a thin layer of your saliva. 

You think that he’s about to relinquish his hold on your hair, but he merely tightens his grip, gold eyes boring into yours as smiles; he’s looking at you with an odd mixture of love and just the slightest hint of sadism, and you can’t help but think that perhaps you really should have waited to get back to base before trying to pleasure him.

But all thoughts about what you should have done leave your mind as you’re suddenly forced to take all of his cock once more. The sudden shift from an empty mouth to one fully stuffed is an experience that you’re surprised you’ve lived to tell the tale for. Once again, he’s hitting the back of your throat, and you gag. He finally loosens up just enough for you to move your head and mouth of your own free will, but it’s evident that you’re not truly free. He’s giving you a choice: either worship his dick like it’s the holiest thing to ever grace this earth or let him forcibly fuck your throat raw. 

You go for the first option; it’s what you originally planned on doing anyway. 

You bob your head up and down his dick, not bothering to take his full length in your mouth again. What you don’t manage to fit in your mouth, you wrap your fingers around, pumping him in tandem with your mouth’s movements, up and down at a steady pace that might have been too slow for his liking, but no complaints left his lips. He leans his head back, lips parted just the slightest, and groans as you continue sucking him, gradually going deeper and deeper. His hands make their way back to your head, and he raises his hips slightly to help you take more of him. 

You’re moving faster now, and he’s starting to thrust up a little higher to meet you halfway, to feel your warm, wet mouth taking more of him quicker. Right when you feel him twitch in your mouth, you prepare yourself to swallow every last drop of his cum, but Kai seems to be full of surprises today as he stops your ministrations once again. 

You straighten up, still sitting on your knees in the passenger seat, staring at him with a look of confusion. 

“Get on my lap.” Once again, it’s a command, not just a mere request, and you are happy to oblige. You’re certain that everything about watching you struggle to make your short journey from the passenger’s seat to the driver’s seat is the exact opposite of what sexy and graceful looks like, but one would think Kai’s staring at a Victoria’s Secret angel with the look of pure lust in his eyes. His tongue darts out to lick at his bottom lip as you finally get yourself settled. You’re straddling him, both of your legs on either side of him, and something tells you that even though you’re on top, you’re still not the one in control.

You’re breathing heavily in anticipation; your panties are soaked, you’re sure his dick, which is practically throbbing against you, can feel your arousal through the thin material. He bunches up your skirt to confirm what he feels; your white lace panties – the color of innocence and purity – is drenched in your arousal. You let out a pathetic whine as you attempt to grind against him, aching for some actual friction. You hadn’t realized just how wet you were getting, and neither did he.

“Don’t tell me my perfect little angel got herself wet just from sucking me off.” He coos; it’s not cruel, but it’s a little condescending. It only serves to turn you on more. His sickeningly sweet, mocking tone sharpens as you don’t reply. His grip on your waist tightens, imprints of his fingers being stamped onto your skin. 

“I-I did.” You whimper, and you feel him pushing aside your panties to allow the tip of his dick to press against your opening, slick with arousal and practically begging to be fucked thoroughly. 

“You’re absolutely soaked, you’re practically dripping.” He pushes the tip in. “You’re a filthy little girl, aren’t you?”

His hips thrust up to fully sheath himself into you, and you let out an unnaturally high yelp at the speed in which he does so. His hands keep your skirt pulled up around your waist so that when he looks down, he can get a good view of his dick pumping in and out of your pretty little cunt. You lean towards him, your arms wrapping around him, eyes shut in pleasure as he uses you however he wants to. 

One hand leaves your waist and using his teeth, he drags off the latex glove. Your breathy moans and the loud slapping of your union fill the car and his thumb manages to press against your clit. 

“O-oh!” You moan out, throwing your head back in pleasure as he starts to rub circles; it’s odd: his thrusts are harsh and rough, fast and maybe even a little sloppy as he starts to try to bring the both of you to orgasm, but he rubs your clit almost at antagonizing slow pace, and it shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. “Just like that Kai!” Your hands find purchase on his hair, and you grip the strands of his hair, moving your hips to meet his. 

“You want to cum, love?” He growls as he feels your walls clamp down on his dick, almost like you want him to never leave. 

“Yes, please! Oh, I’m so close–” A particularly sharp thrust has you ending your sentence in a filthy moan, one so high-pitched and dirty that it’s almost like you’re a pornstar. 

“Only good girls get to cum.” He stops his ministrations on your clit; he’s still thrusting sloppily into your wet pussy, though, but you need him to keep rubbing at your clit to bring you to your orgasm, and you whine at the lack of action. 

“I promise I’ll be good.” You cry, looking into his eyes. You probably look so messy right now; mussed up hair, swollen lips, flushed cheeks. With the adoring look he’s giving you right now, though, you think that maybe you really do have Kai Chisaki wrapped around your finger as much as he has you. “Please, please let me cum. I want you to make me cum.” You give him the best pleading eyes you can manage whilst having him pounding into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get a chance to do so. “Daddy, please.” 

The noise he emits is nearly animalistic, and he’s practically forcing the orgasm out of you. His fingers rub against your clit at a furiously fast pace, and his car is practically reeking of sex right now, but he doesn’t care. Not when you’re clenching down on him like a fucking vice, gripping his dick, practically trying to milk him for all he’s worth. 

You can feel it coming, and you try to warn him, try to tell him that you’re about to climax all over his dick, but speaking fails you. All your mouth is good for right now is for babbling out incoherency, the occasional curse word slipping out, but the only real discernible sound is his name. “Kai Kai Kai Kai!” You moan it out like it’s the only word you know how to say, and the moment you come, he’s coming right with you, the type of perfect synchronization that hardly ever even happens in porn. 

His cum comes out in hot, thick ropes inside of you, and you can hardly believe what just transpired. A mixture of his cum and yours leaks out of you, coating his dick and dripping onto his pants and even on the leather of his seats, and you think you’re about to get scolded, but he merely leans back, pulling you close to his chest. You can’t tell if it’s your heart that’s beating or his, or maybe it’s both of you, but it doesn’t particularly matter. 

You bury your face against his neck, sighing with contentment. 

You don’t even want to think about how he’s going to punish you for making such a mess of him and his car.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Imagine if Overhaul had a daughter and she was obsessed with Mimic.

♡ At first Whenever Mimic would hear Overhaul’s daughter’s voice he would run and hide because he knew she was coming for him.

♡ But after awhile Mimic began to warm up to her. She is the daughter of his boss after all, and he respects Overhaul more than anything so Mimic started coming around her more instead of hiding.

♡ Once Mimic has officially warmed up to Overhaul’s daughter he will stay by her side and make sure she is safe when they’re out.

♡ Although he usually isnt walking by her side, rather she is carrying him around.

♡ She will carry Mimic around like a stuffed animal and swing him around as she walks the streets or at home… which he hates… but because it makes her happy he is happy.

♡ Whenever Overhaul is walking down the hall with his daughter she will leave her fathers side in an instant the minute she see’s Mimic. Snatching Mimic’s hand she will drag him down the hall to her room so she can play tea party with him. Along with giving him a pink sun hat. Overhaul smiles under his mask… one because his daughter is happy and two because Overhaul knows this is torture for Mimic.

♡ At night when Overhaul’s daughter is getting ready for sleep she will cry out for Mimic because in her eyes he’s her living stuffed animal. When he doesn’t come Overhaul will pick Minic up by the back of his shirt and carry him to his daughters room.

♡ This was routine but now Mimic is no longner being carried in by Overhaul, instead when he hears her crying for him, Mimic with run to her side so she can pick him up and cradle him.

♡ When she goes shopping with you, her mother. She wants to go with you but she doesn’t want to leave Mimic at home. So Overhaul’s daughter will put Mimic in her pink backpack where he can stick his head out as she holds your hand.

♡ There is one thing Overhaul hates, and it’s when his daughter comes into his office holding Mimic, “daddy I want to sit on your lap”… Overhaul will just look at her and tell her to put Mimic down before she crawls on his lap, but she refuses.

♡ She will just tighten her grip on Mimic which causes him to gag for a moment, “nooo I want to hold him!” With a deep sigh Overhaul rolls his eyes before opening his arms to her so she can crawl in his lap. Crawling on her father’s lap, her and Mimic sit before finally she falls asleep.

♡ “Sorry Overhaul… I don’t like it either, but you know she never lets me go…”

♡ With his hand on the side of his face Overhaul shuts his eyes, “i know.”

♡ They both sighed as she sleeps with Mimic in her arms and on her fathers lap.

[jackrrabbit]

Spoiled Rotten /// Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

Request: What if Overhaul fucks spoiled rich reader because her dad owes the yakuza money and in exchange Kai takes the daughter as a form of payment using her as his personal stress doll whenever and wherever he wants making her into his perfect little doll

A/N: While I was writing this my roommate asked if I was okay bc cause I kept stopping to fan myself and blush lmaooooo god I’m such a brat. I did change the concept up a bit, hope that’s fine!

This is dedicated not only to the OG requester but also to everyone who read the excerpt I posted a while back and told me they couldn’t wait to see the finished product!! Love you guys ❤️

Tags/warnings: threats, dubcon/coercion, dom/sub, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism, restraints, mentions of forced prostitution, verbal & physical harassment, kidnapping, kinda breath play?, long

The first thing you notice when you come to are voices. Multiple people talking to each other, speech overlapping in patterns you can’t make out. They’re quiet—not whispering for your sake, but quiet because you’re still half knocked-out and you can barely hear.

The second thing you notice is the pounding in your head and the lingering smell of something sweet spread over your nose and mouth.

The third thing you notice is the fact that when you try to blink your eyes open, your lashes brush against something soft and dark. You’re blindfolded…and gagged, and your hands feel like they’re cuffed behind your back. From what you can sense around you, it seems like you’re hunched in a kneeling position with your cheek flattened against the floor and your bare feet tucked under your backside.

At least you’re still in your nightgown. You can feel the frilly silk of it, a useless barrier between your skin and the cool air, and it reminds you of how you got here in the first place.

A loud noise in the night. Your father’s voice pleading. A heavy thump. The door to your bedroom banging open and a strange man holding you down to your bed…lifting a sweet-smelling rag to your mouth…telling you to “take a deeeeep breath, princess.”

“Hey, I think she’s waking up.”

An invisible hand fists itself in your hair and you whine in pain as your upper body is lifted off the floor. Once you’re properly upright, you hear squeaking, shoes against concrete, and the heat and breath and presence of someone behind you. Something rustles at the back of your head—you’re too scared to move so you stay still—and then the blindfold is being lifted off your face.

Once it’s gone, you have to blink for a moment even despite the low light of the dingy room where you’ve…apparently…been kidnapped. By the freaking yakuza. And for some reason, they’re all wearing bird-beak masks.

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[obahoeru]

Okay but, I have to make a post about it, because honestly it’s destroying me.

Like, this reaction. He just doesn’t care about one of his arms getting destroyed. He doesn’t care about the pain coming with it, because as he said earlier while fighting Deku ‘He can always restore it, even if it hurt’s “a bit” to get them ripped off’. He was fine with it, because he had one of his arms still there to take action, he was used to restoring his body, so losing one might as well be a part of it. 

And then this. Like, yes it hurts like SHIT to get your arm cut off like that and he’s in pain. But still. The realization is. not. there. He doesn’t realize that BOTH of his arms are gone now. He still believes that he can always go back to square one, because he’s done that his whole life. 

But then. Tomura tells him. Tomura let’s him know what the fuck just happened. And it clicked. He realized that he has no way of using his quirk anymore and the terror is t h e r e.

He was ready to die, okay. He wanted them just to kill him and move on with it. He was done and ready. But this. Holy shit, Horikoshi. 

Seriously I don’t know if there’s been posts about this already and I’m sorry if there are. But this just broke me into pieces. I still think that being this cruel to such a valid villain was simply too much. (Not only because I’m attached as shit to him okay)