Another Dream headcanon of mine which is practically canon but I guess never explicitly stated is that it's pretty much impossible to have bad dreams if you're asleep while he's nearby.
This isn't actually due to dream related magic or anything, it's just because of his aura. Though sometimes people mistake him as having some form of ability to manipulate dreams because of it.
What a blessing it is, he thinks, to have known you as a human first.
Else he might never have admired the wild magic of your change.
Youāve adjusted remarkably well to the inevitability of your status as fae-taken; bearing the new weight of your wings with a quiet dignity, settling into them like the soothing embrace of an old friend. The exquisite lines of your form grow ever more familiar with each passing day, filling him with pride and longing in equal measure.
The realm has claimed you, as he has.
His eyelight traces along the bare edge of your wingāand he shudders, forcing back the sudden, raw desire to follow that line with the tip of a glossy black claw. All at once he is overcome, possessed by the image of those wings, spread out before and beneath him. The declaration of Body and Soul together, for all the world to see:
He will give them a simple task to keep them still. They just need someone to obey sometimes.
When they sleep, it's usually for two or three days in a row, so he has to make sure to stack something heavy on them so they don't wake up and wonder where he went.
Theoretically the Bishops and Ygnya would probably be going through ādevotion withdrawalā as well right?
I think they do. The difference being that the Bishops were cut off completely and permanently, and so were eventually able to sober up. The Lamb would drip feed Narinder just enough of it to keep him hooked and dependent. With Yngya, I'm not sure if her disciples would still feed her or not.
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
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Tidy
First and foremost, being Kaiās 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 darlingās 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 theyāre 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; heās not especially positive about things in life, not especially kind or forgiving, and though he hasnāt really given much thought to what he does and doesnāt find attractive, even he canāt deny that thereās a certain allure to someone whoās the opposite of him; of his brash and cold words, someone warm and sweet and soft.
A darling that doesnāt 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 ā itās really pretty, is only met with Kaiās cryptic, stoic stare, making them shrink in on themselves while he internally tries to process the idea that his darling likes his eyes.
Heās 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, heās taken aback to realize that they mean it, that theyāre being genuine with their words.
Having growing up in the yakuza and being surrounded by criminals and a parental figure that used tough love more than anything, having someone actively praise him or deliver compliments is something heās completely unused to, completely confused by. It leaves him feeling defensive, cautious, wary about someone's true intentions and how they're planning to use him.
But with his darling - sweet, incapable of any serious harm darling - Kai canāt 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 he tries his best to compliment them back, too - except it always comes out strange, the words feeling oddly forced and the sentiment not quite as sweet as he'd been hoping for.
(Frankly it comes off more threatening than anything ā your hands are very clean, I want to keep them for myself paired with audibly heavy breathing behind his mask and golden eyes that won't stop looking at them.)
Itās 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. Itās disorienting, but Kai would be lying if he said he didnāt absolutely love it.
Patient
He is, admittedly, a bit poor with processing and expressing his feelings; heās never experienced a relationship or romantic feelings of any sort before he met his darling, and as a result heās 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 heās 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 wonāt change the fact that heās just naturally not romantic, that heās 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 itās difficult for him to break away the layers of carefully built shields around himself, the thick skin heās acquired through years of working in the underground mafia.
And, because of this, his darling absolutely needs to be patient ā 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 itās likely that his darling wonāt 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 ā one he loves dearly and would give his life for, but still isnāt quite sure how to rely this to them.Ā· Ā Ā Ā
Smart
In Kaiās world, strategy, power and manipulation are everything; he needs to be at the top of his game at all times, making sure that heās making the right decisions, playing the right cards and just generally making every possible move towards the restoration of the Shie Hissakai.
Heās constantly strategizing, thinking through decision after decision, scenario after scenario, and as a result heās grown to demand intelligence out of those around him, to require brains and a general threshold of understanding for those he deems close to him.
And of course his darling is no exception. They donāt 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, both on principle of minimizing their ability to sway his decision-making and also to minimize their perception of him as a monster) that they would understand. He wants the reassurance that he wouldnāt need to spend hours going over the same piece of information again and again before they finally understand.
Thereās a certain attractiveness to intelligence that he canāt quite explain, but very much feels ā when his darling makes some sort of quick remark or statement in response to something he said, thereās a sense of pride swelling in his chest, because thatās his beloved whoās so smart, so understanding and quick thinking. (And sometimes, depending on the nature of the remark, it can even get him freezing for a second, trying to process the quip or the tease, clearing his throat and shifting his tie because oh, how does he respond to being called handsome so nonchalantly?)
He really likes the idea of his partner and him being a bit of a āpower coupleā (though he absolutely refuses to give up any of his own power over his work or them ā he is in charge, as he always will be), in that theyāre both forces to be reckoned with, smart and strong and a powerful team together.
Itās enticing, and though his darling likely couldnāt 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 darlingās 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. There's a compulsion that eats away at him every moment that you're not in his sight, something tugging and yanking at his chest to see you, to look at you, to tell you exactly how to eat and sleep and bathe and breath. And he's not being dramatic when he says that he has to - otherwise things get ugly, quickly.
Thereās a part of him thatās 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 doesnāt like the way he feels so helpless in the face of you, even as unassuming and weak as you are.
(It's pathetic, really, the way his heart clenches in his chest when you look at him with those pretty eyes and pout at him with those fucking lips, your little, almost sultry please, Kai slipping from your tongue and making his knees weak. It's pathetic, sure, but what's even worse is the way he has to physically fight his body from immediately - and eagerly - telling you yes, agreeing to anything and everything you request of him just to keep you looking at him like that, seeing him and acknowledging him and needing him.)
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. It shows him that you love him and that youāre giving yourself to him, to let him love you and show you how much you mean to him.
In his eyes, itās all actually strangely romantic ā youāre his sweet little quirkless woman, the girl he thinks he loves, the one heād do anything and everything to protect 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.
Itās 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. (Something that will become very, very apparent early into your captivity with him - he's more observant than he seems, and it's not long before he's got your habits memorized. He knows what order you put on your clothing, how you bite your lip when you get impatient, how you tap your fingers when you're thinking. He even knows the way your face scrunches up when you sleep, how you mumble and groan and if he tries hard enough, he can almost pretend to hear his name slipping past your lips.)
He has, for lack of a better term, a brutal schedule that he keeps you chained to. Heās 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 heās given you is anything to go by.
Heās sending in a henchman (masked, so that thereās no chance of you finding him attractive or connecting with him in any meaningful way) with a tray of nutritionally balanced breakfast items that you will eat, lest heāll use force against you. (Never real force, of course - he can't stomach the thought of hurting you, but a little bit of intimidation and persuasion go a long ways - he might not be willing to hurt you, but everyone else is fair game.)
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 doesnāt tell you what theyāre for - he just tells you theyāre good for you, that youād better take them, we wouldnāt want you getting sick, now would we? You donāt need to know that theyāre all for diseases or conditions that run in your family - he'd checked your medical background almost immediately after accepting his infatuation with you. You aren't showing symptoms of any of the conditions, so itās just a preemptive measure to make sure you donāt 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, heās certainly not ready for you to fall pregnant anytime soon.)
Youāre scheduled for testing most of the day after that ā various blood tests, check ups on your physical and mental health, mandatory meetings with him in his office to discuss your āprogressā.
(Youāre still not exactly sure what he means by that - he wonāt 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 youāre very important, youāre the key to my success.)
Dinner is the same as your breakfast, and directly after is a shower that lasts for ten minutes ā no more, no less, where youāre required to shampoo, condition, and scrub your body.
(You donāt know it, but thereās a camera set up in the corner of the shower thatās constantly rolling, just so that Kai can get some peace of mind and make sure youāre doing as you say - itās certainly not to aid him when itās late and heās 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 youā¦)
Youāre 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.
(And you're to wear the pretty, silky nightgown he'd selected just for you - he'd agonized over the decision much more than he'd care to admit, letting his cheeks turn ever so slightly pink at the thought of you in all the pretty cuts and styles. He'd wound up with something simple - a slip with thin straps and a small lace trimming at the top and bottom, the material just barely sheer enough so that in certain lights he can see through and catch the slightest outline of your nipples.)
Deviation is quite rare in his itinerary for you ā sometimes heāll 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 ā having such obvious control of you is something that he needs, a requirement heās 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.
The new life in which you're Kaiās beloved perfect partner, even if the notion makes you scoff.
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 youāre concerned is something heās completely unfamiliar with. It's something strange and new and something he isnāt entirely sure how to handle.
(Heās 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 doesnāt 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.
(You say his name and he erupts into shivers. You lick your lips and he nearly whimpers. You smile at him and gush about the latest journal he'd given you and he's suddenly breathing heavier, suddenly unable to hear anything except the sound of your voice saying I love it.. I love it... I love....)
Thereās 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.
(Heād requested you start calling him Kai in private a few months into your āstayā, 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 gaze appraising you and scanning up and down your body, noticing a new detail every single time - he wasnāt aware you had a mole there, or a small scar here.
(But now, donāt you worry, heāll remember well.)
And because heās 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 donāt 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 ā heās plagued with worries that youāll leave him, that one day heāll 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).
Heās paranoid that youāll 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 Kaiās 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, of course, there's the smallest, barely-there twinge of jealousy eating at him because Kai knows he's moving slow, but he's going as fast as he can, and it's just so very unfair. Why can't you just stay perfect and pristine and let him move at his own pace?)
And though it makes him feel stupid, weak, pathetic, he canāt 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 canāt help the way his fists clench as he stares behind the computer screen, vowing to himself that heāll be the one to deliver you gifts from now on, so that you wonāt associate anything sweet or thoughtful with anyone but him.
He hates the way you make him feel (at least, thatās what he tells himself ā but even he canāt 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 isnāt much he can do to change it.
He knows that for all the negative feelings your smile and touch stir up within him, heād never really choose to let go of his devotion to 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 heās territorial over you in a way that makes him feel more animal than man, heās taking it and running with it ā he wants everyone within the Shie Hissakai to understand that you are completely off limits, that youāre property of Kai Chisaki himself, that you are quite literally owned by Overhaul.
Heās threatening undermen, buying you expensive clothing and jewelry and trinkets to make you feel loved and appreciated and maybe even a bit seduced. (And sometimes it works, sure, but there's always something that ruins the fantasy just when you've finally managed to get comfortable - the mystery dinner from Chronoās tray yesterday, for example, with the perfectly fitting ring set on it that looks much too similar to a wedding band for your tastes. )
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, thereās 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 hasnāt felt in years.
So really, just let him dress you, feed you, bath you and remind you that youāre nothing without him, that heās 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 and pet your hair and whisper a soft I love you to your sleeping form.
Youāre just that special.
Dependent
Although heās 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 ā his whole life before you revolved around re-establishing the Shie Hissaikai and ending hero society, but once you show up?
Well, itās 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 wouldnāt 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 youāre probably curled up on your bed trying to nap, looking all peaceful and calm and - dare he say it - cute.
Itās 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, didnāt you? Not really, no - it just gets so lonely all alone in the windowless room, but Kai doesnāt need to know that.)
Surely it wouldnāt 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 ā your safety, happiness and health are things that are constantly on his mind. There's always swirling questions of what youāre 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, heās 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.
Heās addicted to you, and while his every waking thought is either fixated on the drugs or you (though as time passes that delicate balance begins steadily swaying to your favor), his devotion to you only deepens.
But of course Kai is absolutely terrible at expressing how much you mean to him ā heās so emotionally stunted, so unsure of how to approach you and the way you make him feel that more often than not youāll be left wondering what you did to irritate him. You'll misinterpret the intensity of his gaze and the forcefulness of his, not knowing that really he's just admiring you and too nervous to be speaking with you to regulate his tone well. You'll be left to wonder why heās always subtly stepping closer to you with each interaction, why heās always stopping by your room and asking you personal, strange questions.
(Do you prefer cold or warm climates? Whatās more upsetting to you ā seeing a child or a puppy kicked? What areas on your body are ticklish? Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Do you have any previous partners and do you still think of them?)
Honestly, Kai will likely just be one huge mystery to you ā he doesnāt want to expose himself and his feelings, and as a result he wonāt show any traces of vulnerability to you. Youāre left completely in the dark, left to wonder why and how youāre still alive, and when the yakuza boss will decide that youāve 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 (heās particularly partial to greens and golds ā 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 donāt 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 doesnāt 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, heās killed guards left and right for staring at you for a beat too long, for making some crude, disgusting joke about how theyād love a piece of you, that Overhaulās too uptight, bet he doesnāt even fuck her ā 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 wonāt ever display a moment of weakness to you ā he only says he loves you when youāre 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 doesnāt want you to understand how much hold you have over him ā 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 heās embarrassed by how much you mean to him, how crazy you make him and how absolutely obsessed with you he is, he wouldnāt change a single thing.
After all, heās never been able to love someone, to touch them and protect them and desire them, and heāll be damned if he ever loses you.
DEALING WITH RIVALS:
Kai is, to put it simply, insanely possessive over you; youāre 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.
Itās 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 wonāt ever admit it, but heās very aware that he probably wouldnāt 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 isnāt 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.
Heās methodical in his approach to keeping you utterly and completely his ā making sure that your contact with others is incredibly limited, that you understand the consequences of becoming too chummy with anyone but himself.
Because youād have to be his captive before his feelings for you even really form, he doesnāt have to worry about any men that he doesnāt 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 ā namely, a select group of the eight bullets, himself and Chrono.
Itās an ease to his mind to know that heās 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, thereās a certain part of him that canāt help but wonder if itās really someone more like him youād like ā muscular, social, not hesitant to touch you, all of the things he really isnāt.
Itās 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, thereās a certain amount of insecurity settling in his chest.
Obviously, you donāt really have a choice in who you spend your time with, who youāre forced to depend on, who youāre 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.
Youāre 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 Setsuno 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 heās 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 youāre just letting him stare.
Kaiās pissed, and as his footsteps grow harsher, more distinct against the cement of the underground hallway, heās nearly growling.
He hates when he gets like this ā itās so painfully obvious how much of an emotional hold you have over him when the jealousy is seeping through his every pore, when heās nearly driven insane just by another man looking at you.
Itās 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.
Itās infuriating, but as he approaches Setsuno, the anger at himself is drowned out by the rage he feels towards his underling ā immediately heās 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. Wouldnāt want her to be late, would we?
And although Setsuno holds respect and genuine awe for his bossās 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 heās sure wonāt be a pretty sight whenever Kai is done with your tests.
All throughout the blood draw that day, heās tense, not really responding to your questions as thoroughly as he normally would, not paying as much attention to you as heād like to.
(Heās staring at you, yes, but heās sort of staring through you - not as observant as normal, not with the same concentration as normal, as if heās counting your eyelashes or memorizing every blemish and pore on your face.)
Instead, heās thinking of exactly what heāll be doing once he safely escorts you back to your room, once he makes sure that youāre safe and sound and completely unaware of what heās about to do.
And once your door is closing, heās 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 ā you arenāt 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 wonāt hesitate to disassemble him a few times ā each with an interval longer and longer, sometimes not assembling every limb back together until itās just barely not too late, letting him feel the excruciating pain of his arm being ripped off again and again.
Thereās this twisted, maniacal look on his face as he does it - like heās enjoying hurting Setsuno, like with every time his leg is ripped from his body, heās 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 wasnāt busy in excruciating agony, heād almost be scared his bossās expression.
Kaiās pissed, and itās only after twenty or so rounds of assembling and disassembling that heās finally calmed down ā though he wonāt leave without hearing the words Iāll never come near her again, I promise! Sheās yours, Overhaul, all yours!
And once he does, heāll only firmly nod, leaving Setsuno on the cold ground, assembled yet terrified, as he retires back to his office to review the last hourās worth of footage from your room.
Jealousy isnāt 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, donāt be surprised when Kai shows up, telling you how Setsunoās just strange like that, always changing his mind back and forth. Donāt worry about it ā I brought you a deck of cards, would you like to play?
TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:
To really catch Kaiās 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 heās 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 isnāt a forming-the-obsession-and-stalking-before-kidnapping phase for him.
Youāre already at the Shie Hissaikaiās base, already under his control and grasp, and as a result youāre 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 doesnāt 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 ā youāll 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 youāre able to prepare little snacks and food items.
(Kai must always be present in the room during your little cooking episodes, however ā 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 heād be willing to sample whatever you made, heās 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 himā¦)
You wonāt be sure of why youāre gradually being treated better and better, getting spoiled with gifts that you didnāt ask for, spending time with Kai in quantities that make you cock your brow but shrug, knowing that if you confront him itāll likely be more trouble than itās worth.
You wonāt know, but Kai sure as hell does ā 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 youāre on his.
And really, itās 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.
Itās 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 ā the only way you wouldāve 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 heās picked up.
And so, if you keep this behavior up, Kai honestly isnāt too terrible of a captor; heās 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 heās feeling at any given moment.
Heās 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, youāll 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 youāll 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 gynecologistās chair), then youāll be just fine.
Itās about tolerance with Kai ā if youāre patient and generally obedient, life under his rule will be surprisingly easy, even if loving the man who kidnapped you isnāt as simple.
As his feelings grow, Kai honestly gets a bit clingy; you calm him in a way he didnāt 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 thereās a very obvious tent in his pants when he reaches across his desk to place a strand of your hair behind your ear.
Heās 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, heās been harboring the fantasy of hugging you, resting his hands on your waist, cupping your cheeks, running his hands through your hair, kissing youā¦) and just being around you,Ā his awkwardness when it comes to opening up to you persists even once heās absolutely sure that heās in love with you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.
Itās just not that easy to tell you that his happiness depends on you now, that youāre on his mind in both the waking and sleeping world, that heās devoted to you in every sense of the word ā and so, he tries to show it to you by making sure that youāre in pristine health, that youāre spoiled with the most lavish gifts and items and goods that he can find, that youāre treated like a queen by everyone in the Shie Hissaikai, or else theyāll have hell to pay with Kai himself.
He hopes that you might understand via these methods, as itāll 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 heās 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 Kaiās rule wonāt be too difficult ā removed and odd, yes, but as long as the feeling that youāre some thing heās studying and obsessing over doesnāt bother you, then you may even find yourself being okay with the locks on your doors, the threats of his men down the halls.
Itās okay, you tell yourself as he traces a single, ungloved finger across your collarbone.
Itās okay, youāre not dead yet, youāll be okay.
PUNISHMENTS:
Despite the general softness that Kai possesses for you, he has absolutely zero patience when it comes to you misbehaving.
Heās still the boss of the Shie Hissakai, a yakuza member whoās used to being completely obeyed, to killing rebels with a flick of his wrist.
Heās 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 heās the one in charge.
Heās very much a worshipper (though more on the down-low, if only because a small part of him is still absolutely mortified that heās 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, thereās always the omnipresent threat of his quirk hanging over your head; youāve been told by Rappa how excruciatingly painful undergoing a disassemblement is, and if the muscular, violent Rappa is saying that?
Well, thereās no doubt in your mind that youād be almost glad to be dead after such an ordeal.
Youāre 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 bossās hands, obedience begins coming quite naturally to you, as does being hyper aware of every little thing you do.
It doesnāt 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 canāt remember ever experiencing, heās 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 heās terrified that in doing so youāll 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 doesnāt particularly enjoy ending someoneās life, itās something that he sees as necessarily in order to keep his underlings in line ā and when youāre 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 canāt 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.
Youāre so pretty when youāre focusing on something, Kaiās found, and as he watches you read with an air of complete concentration, he canāt deny that a small pang of irritation eats away at him.
Heās here, present inside your room, having sped walked through the hideout to reach you in his haste to see you, and yet youāre ignoring him in favor of a book?
It hurts a bit, if heās being honest, if only because shouldnāt 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 donāt just sense his presence as he does yours hitting him.
But before you really have any space to say more, heās telling you to follow him, that thereās someone heād like you to meet, which you do, hesitance eating away at your gut at the irritation swimming in his eyes.
Heād 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 heād rather die than admit it), but now that youāve made such a clear choice to ignore him, to prefer your book over him, heās deciding that the man heād 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 canāt 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 ānoā, genuinely at a loss as to why heās 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 donāt you know itās rude to ignore others in favor of fictional characters?
Youāre freezing at his words, the realization that heād been angry at you for not noticing him earlier hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Really, I know youāre smarter than that, so Iām letting you off easy this time. But, donāt think youāll be going completely unpunished ā itās just that Yamaro here just so happened to be willing to take the punishment for you.
The manās 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.
Itās your fault, (f/n). If you hadnāt been so rude, heād still be alive. Do you understand your lesson now?
That of course is not true, but Kai wonāt tell you ā not when youāre 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 youāre responsible for that manās death weighing heavily in the back of your mind, exactly as Kai hoped for.
Heās 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, youāre immediately throwing your book to the side, forcing a smile and a chirp of good morning, Kai. How are you?
Itās a bit of a dirty method yes, but Kai couldnāt care less ā obedience is what he wants, and heāll 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 Kaiās darling is that there is truly, genuinely no escaping him.
Heās 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 ā 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 heās willing to do anything to ensure the success of the drugs, heās 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.
Youāre something he revers, his dedication to you unparalleled, and because of Kai is absolutely making sure that youāre 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 heās 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 ā and receive you shall.
Yandere Overhaul x Reader on their period headcanon + drabble
Synopsis: The title sums it up!!!
Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, reader gets their period, misogyny, humiliation, period-based shaming and punishmentĀ
āOh, you dear thingāyou dear, sullied thing.ā
Predictably, he is not the nicest about the nature of your period. Although there is an inherent oozing, cooing condescension in regards to anything medical which causes you pain or discomfort, your period is a little⦠trickier.
It is, objectively in his mind, so very dirty, after all.Ā
Of course, there is the mess involved. His germophobia makes him feel ill in regards to most bodily functions, and that does include menstruation.Ā It is something of a conflict for him, because he does feel he should take ownership of your medical needs, but he has zero desire to be involved in anything related to bodily function.Ā
But donāt think that means he gives up control during that time of the month. Barring a medical reason, he chooses your method of menstrual hygiene: pads, and pads only. Why? Because tampons can cause toxic-shock syndrome, and because heās a freak who doesnāt want to imagine you putting anything inside but perhaps, down the line, with careful planning and utmost cleaning, his dick.
You will be solely responsible for the disposal of your pads, however, and he takes it seriously. Heāll instruct youādistaste obvious on his faceāto wrap them first in the provided plastic liner, then in several rounds of unused toilet paper, and then into special biohazard bags. Yes. Biohazard bags. Punishment will be swift if you disobey him on thisāheād find any straying from this necessary āhazardā treatment abhorrent.Ā
Heāll instruct you to clean yourself exceptionally well during your period, too. He has a tendency to instruct you while you batheāgaze to the side, if youāve been goodāand he would want you to take special care to wash your privates during that time of the month. Itās humiliating. Patronizing. But if you donāt do it, heāll force himself to take the reins and do it for youāsomething you definitely donāt want.Ā
On the other side of things, he gets a twisted satisfaction from treating your other symptoms. Feeling weak or lightheaded? Cramps? Backaches? Wanting to simply curl up and sleep it off? Those trigger something thickly patronizing in himāand heād want to take care of you.
Itās a very strange sort of pampering, in which he is both hands-on and, due to his distaste for menstruation, hands-off.Ā
Heād forbid you from engaging in anything too strenuous. You should be in bed, dear. Resting. Youād get a pillow to shove between your legs. He would provide you with a heating pad, and supervise you the whole time, lest you misuse it and burn your skin.Ā
If you behave, you can have medication to ease your pains. If you donāt, well, biology has seen fit to suitably punish you, hasnāt it?
He will absolutely line your bed with incontinence pads in case of any āspillageā in the night. Anything that gets stained goes into a biohazard bag.Ā
Overall, itās not a great time. Youāll start dreading your period because while he doesnāt exactly mistreat you during that time of the month (withholding medication when you arenāt āgoodā notwithstanding)-- he treats you like youāre some sort of mildly dirty thing that needs to be carefully handled.Ā
Your skin burns fire-hot and you keep your legs pressed together, hands covering the fold of your nightgown over what you know is a blood-damp patch. There hadnāt been any signs of your period coming this monthābut considering the amount of stress you were under on a daily basis, it was no wonder that your body was a bit out of sorts.
āThereās no use lying to me,ā he says, voice low behind the mask. Thereās displeasure in it, yes, but something else, too. Something that makes your stomach curl up, slimy and humiliated.Ā
Disgust.Ā
āI didnātāIām notāā You cross your legs again, and feel the cool damp patch in your underwear move. An unpleasant sensation made worse by the man standing in front of you, acting like youād done something awful by merely getting your period in the middle of the night.Ā
If only youād woken up before he came into the room. You might have been able to rush into the bathroom and hide the underwear, maybe, orāyour mind whirs for ways you might have gotten out of this situation, but everything ends up being a dead end.Ā
Youāre not supposed to open the dresser by yourself, so heād know if you got a fresh pair of underwear and a new nightgown. And where could you hide the soiled clothes, exactly? Nowhere. Maybe you could have set them in cold water in the sink to soak, but no doubt heād make you scrub the sink with disinfectant if youād tried that option.
Youāre left with nothing to do but move your hands and stand up and stare at your bare feet as an awful, sludgy mixture of humiliation and anger courses through you. It makes your stomach clench and roilāor maybe thatās just a lovely effect of the time of the month.Ā
āI didnāt mean to,ā is what you finally manage to say, eyes burning a hole in the soft carpet at your feet. Apologizing for what used to be an eye-roll and irritated sigh moment in the mornings where your pad had shifted or when youād started while you slept. Apologizing for daring to have a biological function thatālike most biological functionsāmade him comfortable.
He hums, softly.
āOf course you are, dearest.ā You still canāt look up at him. Itās enough to hear the low ripple of discomfort in his voice; enough to know that he finds you dirty.Ā
And maybe thatās part of the shame. That someone who has no trouble going on about your purity, about the need to keep you away from the dirtiness of the outside world, sees that dirt in you once a month between your legs.
āNo need to delay it any further, hmm? Weāll get you disinfected and properly dispose of those clothes.ā You wonder if heās looking at the stain on your gown, now; is he imagining the way the stain must look underneath, still damp on the plain white cotton underwear he gives you each day?Ā
You keep your eyes trained to the floor. Itās better not to know.Ā
įįš nanami hates when you push on his hips slightly cause of the overstimulation heās fucking you into . . mdni!
nanamiās already so deep when it starts getting too much for you.
his cockās thick and hot, stretching you open with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and youāre shaking underneath him, thighs trembling, breath hitching into little broken sobs. heās been fucking you steady for what feels like forever, patient, controlled, whispering soft praises against your temple even while heās splitting you apart.
but the second your hands slip down to his hips and pushājust a tiny, desperate nudge to get a break from how intense it feelsāhe freezes.
his whole body locks up.
then that low, dangerous voice right against your ear.
āhah⦠fuck.ā he exhales hard through his nose. āwhere do you think youāre going?ā
before you can even stammer out an answer his weight drops.
full. heavy and pinning. chest crushing your tits flat to the mattress, thick arms caging your head, forearms bracketing your face so you canāt turn away. his hips snap forward harder than before, burying every last inch so deep your eyes roll and your mouth falls open on a silent scream.
āyou donāt get to run from this,ā he murmurs, voice rougher now, still soft in that awful, loving way that makes your cunt flutter around him. āyou take it. all of it.ā
one big hand slides up, covers your mouth completely. palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrate right into his skin. he doesnāt squeeze, doesnāt hurtājust holds. keeps every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he starts fucking you in long, punishing strokes.
the wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room. loud. obscene. you can feel how soaked you are, how your slickās dripping down your thighs, coating his balls every time he bottoms out.
his other hand snakes between your bodies.
two fingers find your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he doesnāt tease you, just rubs firm, tight circles.
your man is mean.
your whole body jerks under him, back arching uselessly because thereās nowhere to go. heās too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. the overstimulation hits like a freight train and youāre crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his knees keep you spread wide.
āthere she is,ā he breathes against your cheek. āthatās it. let it happen.ā
he grinds in deep, pubic bone crushing right against your clit while his fingers keep working merciless little circles. your cunt clamps down so hard he groansālow, wreckedāand his rhythm stutters for half a second before he fucks you even harder.
āgonna cum again for me?ā his voice is velvet dragged over gravel. āeven though itās too much? even though youāre shaking?ā
you can only sob into his hand. nod frantically. thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you think you might break.
he presses his forehead to yours. eyes dark, pupils blown. watching every twitch of your face while he ruins you.
āgood girl,ā he whispers. ācum on my cock. soak me. make a fucking mess.ā
his fingers speed up. relentless, and you do.
you shatter so hard your vision whites out, back bowing, cunt spasming violently around his length while you scream into his palm. he doesnāt stop fucking you through itākeeps that same brutal pace, drawing it out until youāre limp and twitching and drooling against his hand.
only then does he finally slow.
still buried to the hilt.
still heavy on top of you.
he lifts his palm just enough to let you gasp wet, shaky breaths.
then he kisses the corner of your mouth, soft and almost tender.
āyouāre not going anywhere,ā he murmurs. ānot until i say so.ā
and he rolls his hips againājust once. slow and deep.
making sure you feel every inch.
just to remind you whoās in charge.
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