Hello, my Darlings! I know I've had this blog for a while and honestly, I never planned to post seriously on this platform butttt things change. And I'm thinking it's time I properly introduced myself to you all!
Hi, you guys can call me Angel! I'm 24 and I'm a huge Dabi fanatic. I'm into anime, kpop and heavy metal. No idea how those vibes match 🤷♀️. Bisexual💗💙💜. Genderfluid. I use she/her or they/them pronouns.
I'm a writer and a small artist (I cannot draw people to save my life, so I stick to creating my own tattoo designs).
Fandoms I may write for include:
♧ My Hero Academia
♧ Jujutsu Kaisen
♧ Attack On Titan
♧ Diabolik Lovers
♧ Servamp
♧ Hell's Paradise
♧ Death Note
♧ Demon Slayer
♧ Windbreaker
♧ Tokyo Revengers
♧ The Seven Deadly Sins
♧ Angels of Death
♧ Black Butler
♧ Tokyo Ghoul
♧ Servamp
♧ Devil's Line
♧ Haikyuu
♧ One Piece
I DO NOT WRITE:
♧ Incest
♧ Selfcest
♧ Adult x Minor Ships
♧ Bathroom Kinks
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ALSO!!
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My works may contant dark content. I post trigger warnings to the top of my works when this type of content is included.
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Topics which may be included:
♧ Self-harm
♧ Mental Illness
♧ Dub / Non Con
♧ Kinks
♧ Blood
♧ Gore
♧ Violence
♧ Obsessive Behaviour / Yandere Themes
I will state that I DO NOT condone any type of abusive or neglegent behaviour.
Mental illness and self-harm are also meant to be taken very seriously and are NOT TO BE ROMANTICIZED.
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SHIGARAKI
♧ Ghost Shigaraki Part 1
♧ Ghost Shigaraki Part 2
♧ Gun Play (Mafia AU) (TW: KINK)
♧ Soft Moments
♧ Shigaraki And The League (Headcanons)
♧ Shigaraki Sick Days
♧ Shigaraki x Depressed Reader (TW: SH/ DEATH)
♧ Bunny! Shigaraki
DABI
♧ Their Happy Ending (Todoroki Siblings)
♧ Dabi and Shaving
♧ Lactose Intolerant Dabi (Drabble)
♧ Dabi With A Voice Kink (TW: KINK)
♧ Dabi vs Smoking (Drabble)
♧ Dabi Drabble
♧ Dabi Headcanons
♧ Dabi x Mai (OC) Shenanigans
♧ Stealing Skeletons with Dabi (Halloween Shenanigan)
The door to your shared prison cell had been violently slammed open, the ancient iron nearly knocked off its hinges. Frightening both you and Law awake from your uncomfortable slumber. You tightened your grip around Law's waist.
Did that wretched Mer King change his mind? Did he want to force his claiming bite on you so soon after being captured? Your internal panic and fear filled every nostril; Law's own tired silver eyes flooded black and gold with rage and wraith should any of Doflamingo's lackeys dare touch you.
"Leave the female and bring him to the Young Master." One of the armed guards ordered.
You refused. "You can't have him."
"Back away from him, miss." Another guard tried to coax you gently. "Then you can eat."
You were hungry, but you wouldn't trade Law for food. Never. "I'd rather starve." You barked; your fear and panic morphed into fury. "Fuck off."
That brazen stubbornness and determination made Law's lips turn upward. "It will be okay, my love," Law whispered between you two, purring and nuzzling the side of your head as he forced his heart rate to slow. "Whatever Doffy does to me will be worth it, if I can distract him long enough."
Reluctantly, you let him go, but not before kissing him, smashing his lips to yours and cradling his face in your hands. "Come back to me, m'kay?"
"Always, mi corazón," Law muttered, his golden irises returning to silver, those beautiful stormy seas you adored.
You backed away just enough for two of the guards to unlock his chains without fully uncuffing him, watching as they dragged him up to the door and out of your sight. Only when the two remaining guards were certain that you wouldn't bolt did they set down your breakfast. You did not think... prison food resulted in pancakes, eggs, bacon, chocolate chip muffins, orange juice, and coffee? You blink. "It's poisoned, isn't it?" You flicker your gaze upward to see the guards were shocked, no, horrified at your accusation. "Or laced with something." It all smelled so delicious. Your stomach grumbled with hunger pangs. You missed dinner last night, which made your frown deepen.
"Why would the chef ruin a delicious breakfast?!" One of the mermen said dramatically in horror.
"Well, excuse me for weighing my options of survival over my hunger." You huff, ignoring the grumbles of your protesting stomach and swallowing the drool filling your mouth.
"The Young Master handpicked each from his own table and ordered it to be brought to you, miss." The other merman sneered. "We were ordered to remain here until you cleaned your plates."
You blinked. "Plates?"
"Yes." The first one nodded his head after calming down. "We've heard that the monkey clan were gluttons."
You can't deny that. Your cheeks burned. "What else is there?" You sat down, curling your knees to your chest, and kept your gaze on the mermen instead of the food. You hated wasting food. You knew Sanji would have been disappointed in you for wasting food. Everything within your being wanted everything, but you resisted.
"The second course is here." A maid with green hair and giant swirling glasses appeared behind the two mermen guards. "Why doesn't she eat?" Your voice lowered into a whisper, making sure you heard her on purpose.
You smelled sausage links, fruits, ham, toast, jam, and butter. Oh no. You covered your mouth as your lips morphed into a thin line. "No, thank you." You lied.
The green-haired man peeked over the edge and stared at you. "Are these two bothering you?"
"Monet!" One of the guards whined.
So, her name is Monet? You met her thick, round glasses covered gaze. You caught a deep, predatory yellow iris flashing underneath the frames. Something tells me she doesn't like me already? Oh well, I don't need her to like me. I need to escape and signal my brothers and the heart pirates.
"Pick up the girl," Monet ordered. "The other plate and come with me." She turned on her heels and continued moving forward without glancing behind her.
"Pardon me, miss." The gentler of the two picked you up like a sack of potatoes, climbed and leaped the dungeon walls without effort. He moved fast. You closed your eyes as you became dizzy and nauseous. Waiting for the world to stop spinning. "We will be outside the doors, miss." You felt the guard setting you down... in a chair?
You opened your eyes, the brightness of sunlight overly bright and stunk your eyes.
"Pardon the sudden brightness, my lady," Monet said, setting both plates down as she sat down across from you without a care.
You blinked, vision returning. "You aren't really a maid, are you?" Meeting her yellow eyes, not human eyes, bird-like and predatory.
"Well, aren't you clever for a human." Monet untied her hair as she removed her glasses, flashing you a pure white and sharp razor-edge smile; her breath fogging and fanning with white vapors, trailing a cold gush across your skin.
"And you are a Devil Fruit user." You hum, laying your elbows on the table and interlocking your fingers. "If those guards listen to you, then you must be a high member of Doflamingo's inner circle and crew," you tilted your head. "Or a very jealous woman and lover of the Mer King that you wanted to size up your competition."
Monet laughed, dark and eerily light. "You truly are Dragon's child." She stood, stripped off her uniform to reveal a bright yellow and green crop top and blue jean daisy duke shorts. "Monkey D. Y/n." She pulled out your wanted poster. "No wonder the Young Master wants you as his mate and female."
"I'm already Law's." You bite back your anger, brushing your messy hair aside to show off Law's claiming mark. "I don't need another merman chasing after my tail." Pride swelling deep within your chest.
"There isn't a law against a merman from sharing a female," Monet said simply, pouring herself a cup of coffee, piling her own plate, a sample of everything, and then serving you. "Four sugar cups, half coffee and half chocolate, correct?"
She even knew how you liked your coffee? Creepy. The scent of freshly made coffee and chocolate helped settle your nerves, reigniting your hunger pangs with a vengeance. "Only Law, my crew, and family know that." You raised a brow. "How long has Doflamingo been stalking me?"
"Stalking?" Monet repeats as if that was the incorrect word to use. "Think of it as gathering intelligence about his future mate's preference to make Dressrosa more accommodating."
"Buttering me up is more like it." You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Think of it however you wish." She hums, sipping her beverage. "Please eat before Doffy finds out and executes the chef for displeasing you."
"He would do that." You counter. A deep, unsettling, and sinking feeling digs into the pit of your belly.
Monet raises her eyes, meeting your own. "Why wouldn't he?" She flicked a long, green lock of hair behind her shoulder with a careless flick. "If anything displeases his future queen, then it displeases him."
That would be crazy and over-extreme. Firing a chef, you understood. But murdering an innocent person, Mermaid or Merman, just because you didn't eat? "Is his temper and moods just as stormy and fickle?" You swallow thickly, feeling the heat of the room and sunshine causing you to sweat.
"Only when he's angry," Monet replied, cutting into her orange with a claw and beginning to peel it, tearing off perfect slices and splitting it between the two of you. "He's a more than generous lover, if you give him a chance."
"Do you love him?" You asked without thinking. Noticed the bird woman paused for a minute. One brief moment, and then resumes peeling the orange. "Of course, I love him." She mutters softly, her cheeks rosy and a familiar softness and light in her eyes. "I'd kill for him and would gladly die for him." A lovestruck gaze, deep devotion bright and shining within her inhuman gaze.
You fought not to squirm within your seat. Ignoring every instinct within your body telling you to run, to flee, hell, to jump out the goddamn window. "That's how I feel about Law." You press. "He's my mate. My home." You frown. "Doesn't it pain you to see the man you love entangled with another woman? Or doesn't the thought of him marking me pain you?"
Monet's practiced, perfect movements did falter; neither did her voice. "I'm not given that luxury." She tossed aside the orange peel and licked her fingers, then wiped them with a napkin. "Yes, I've warmed his bed for a time, but so have many of his women within his imperial harem." Her attention flickered back to you. "He released all of the other concubines this morning." She buttered your toast with honey butter and let it sit on your plate. "Meaning you are the only available female ovulating and available within the castle."
Ovulating. Female. Those words dig harder into your skin and bones; goosebumps scatter across your skin. "He cannot keep me here against my will."
"You can not escape to the surface without a merman or mermaid crazy enough to turn against The Young Master." Monet placed a few orange slices in the middle of her buttered and honeyed toast, folded the toasted slice in half, and bit into it. She covered her mouth with her free hand. "He plans on keeping both you and Law for a very long time."
Slowly, you gave in to your hunger and ate everything.
Monet showed you to one of the grand master bedrooms and an enormous bedroom suite, which she said would be yours if you became the Young Master's bride. You didn't care about the luxuries, even if you knew Nami would have scolded you. You showered and changed into a new set of clothes you were given. You saw nothing you could use as a makeshift weapon, except for a bobby pin, which you conveniently tucked into your hair and another in your boot for safekeeping. After that, you returned to your jail cell, waiting for Law to come back.
Monet repeated her offer at lunch and dinner, keeping an eye on you as she showed you around the castle gardens, observatory, library, music room, and grand ballroom. Trying to capture your interest. You said it all looked beautiful, but you weren't interested.
Finally, after returning you to your cell after dinner, you noticed Law had returned while you were away. You tried not to rush to him, kept yourself composed and calm as you met Law's beaten and battered form. The corners of your eyes still stung with unshed tears, your lips quivered, and your heartbeat drummed harder as a sob of desperation got caught within your throat. That bastard. You inwardly scream. Petty, cruel, sadistic bastard. The monster didn't like being told no, and he retaliated by throwing a tantrum behind closed doors and taking out his rage on Law.
"Oh, dear." Monet gasped in fake shock and sympathy behind a mint green wing. "Law must have said something to upset the Young Master's wrath." She licked her lips as a wicked grin curved upward.
You felt her bloodlust rising, the docile maid showing her talons and sharp teeth. You weren't imagining things. You felt the temperature of the room drop, your breath fogging as flurries of snow began to appear within the small space. "A snow woman or a snow harpy?" You asked, keeping your voice calm and steady as you met Law's one good, clear, bloodshot eye.
"Good guess." Monet hummed, flapping her wings, rising above you, picking you up by her talons without scratching you, and descending downward until your feet hit the dungeon floor. She bent down, pressing your back against her cold, frigid chest as she whispered into the shell of your ear. "If you agree to the Young Master's proposal, then you could spare Law from a cruel and ferocious death." She ran one of your feathers along the hollow of your throat. "Think about it."
Monet disappeared into a swirl of snow flurries and biting winter wind before the cell door closed.
You ran to Law without a second thought, using the bobby pin in your hair to unlock the prison stone cuffs with shaky hands. "Law, what did that giant bird do?" You hiss, pulling him into a hug as gently as you could without agitating his injuries.
Law grunts in pain, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer into his body, straddling his lap. "What had he not done is the correct answer." He chuckles weakly, holding you tight and nuzzling the side of your head.
"Law, I'm serious." You pull away, running your hands on his face and settling them on his bruised cheeks.
Law pressed his lips onto yours, meeting your mouth with a frantic flurry of desperation as his tongue parted your lips. "Missed you, mi corazón." He breathed between fiery hot kisses and mingled breaths. His hands rested on your hips. He didn't protest when you pushed him onto the straw bed and thin, laughable sheet and blanket you two were forced to share. Heat singed and surged in your veins as your hair fell over your faces like a curtain; you couldn't kiss Law fast enough; you wanted him desperately. Your cheeks burning, arousal pooling between your legs, creating a wet patch over Law's crotch. This unbearable, crushing, rushing need to create sweet memories in this never-ending darkness. "Need you so much it hurts, my love." Law growls, reversing your positions with each, looming over you and caging you between him and the bed.
"You have me, Law." You moan, unzipping his dirty and bloodstained hoodie to run your cold hands over every coil of hard muscle, ink and inch of his tanned skin. "Always," you answer breathlessly, turning your attention to kiss, lick, and suck on one of the injured merman's nipples. Your lips curve when Law groans in pleasure and shivers above you.
"Y/n." Law moans, leaning back on his boot heels to rip off the clothes Monet had given you. Spreading your legs wide beneath him, moving your damp panties aside to lick and feast between your legs. "Miss your pussy and legs wrapped around my head." He closes your legs around his neck as he continues feasting like a starved, ravenous man.
You thread your fingers through his raven-black locks. "Missed you eating me out, Law." You gasp, your legs already trembling. Not from fear. Desire, pleasure that only Law could give you. Your eyes shut half-tight from euphoria. "My feral merman." Law growls and purrs, sending delicious vibrations along your weeping sex and sensitive clit, drawing out higher-pitched keening moans from you. You would gladly let Law devour you for hours, climax on his tongue twice, three times perhaps, but you wanted him so bad. "Please, Law." You sob, tears prickling your vision. "Need you inside me, please. Fuck me." You gasp, nails digging into his scalp to draw his attention back to you.
Law pauses, drawing back to unbuckle and unzip his orange spotted jeans. "Don't want to hurt you," Law said thickly. He releases a half hiss, half exhale of relief when his hardness strings free after shimmying his pants down and over his hips. His free hand roams over the arc of your hip, then higher until he kneads one of your breasts and pinches your stiffened, erect nipple with his fingers. "At least let me make you come-" He tries to reason, but you interrupt him.
"No, Law." You shake your head, wiggling beneath him, trying to tempt that beast and animal within him. "Need you now, inside," You pant, meeting Law's golden eyes through your blurry vision. "Filling me up with your cum." You beg, trembling from fear, want, and impatience. "Only yours. Not that bastards. Yours."
Law looks torn. "Why?" He sounds like an idiot. Denying his female her pleasures, but he has to know. He'd gladly fulfill your request and demand, tease you for it, but something is wrong. "Tell me?" He asks, trying to keep his instincts at bay. Letting your breasts go to fully cup your cheek with his hand as his other rubs his saliva and your wet slit before slipping one of his fingers inside, testing your tight hole, watching your hips arch further into his hand.
"I'd rather have your babies than his." You whimper, hotter tears of shame and bliss intertwining and falling down your heated face.
Law's eyes widen, his breath caught within his lungs. "That bastard knows." Law was very meticulous and careful when releasing inside during your ovulation cycles. He'd mark it on your medical charts himself after he scented the extra sweet notes within your pheromones and natural scent. Law's teeth and fangs sharpen as a deeper, beastlike growl leaves his chest. "Knows you are ovulating and your womb is ready for impregnation."
You nod your head. "Law, please." You plead, holding his hand resting on your face and nuzzling into his touch.
Law's face softens. He closes his eyes, releasing a shaky breath as he leans down to lick and kiss away your stray tears. "We don't know what he'll do after you become pregnant." He pressed his forehead to yours. "He could use both you and the podling as leverage."
You understood that. You did, but you didn't want to worry about that until later. "He can't kill you without killing me or the child." Your claiming mark burned hotter with every pulse of your heart. Maybe having sex during life-or-death situations wasn't so different between merfolk and humans after all? You knew you were asking so much of Law, more than he needed on his plate right now, but you were growing more and more desperate. Law had the advantage to one-up on Doflamingo by getting you pregnant first, if you two did succeed today and tomorrow. The clock was ticking. Your biological clock was ticking. You knew once Doflamingo got his hands on you, he wouldn't stop until you were pregnant with his own child, regardless if you wanted to or not.
Law breathed in your tears, your fear, your love for him as he recaptured your wobbly mouth. "Dammit, I can't ever deny you." He gasped in between breaths, mingling, his finger pumped in and out of you with slow, deep strokes before a second and third invade your hot, wet, and tight canal. "Or your pretty, perfect, greedy pussy." He grunts, kissing you slower this time, gentler, contradicting himself as his digits scissor you harder and curl upwards, making you moan louder and see stars. Law's hand leaves your jaw to intertwine your hands together. "Gonna make you come so hard, my songstress." He murmurs breathlessly, leaving your mouth to kiss and nip your neck. "Before you take my cock and knot."
Your insides tighten and contract around Law's fingers, your body already pleased with the idea on its own. "Lemme make you a daddy, Law." You moan into his pierced ear, wrap your arounds around his neck, widen your legs wider, pushing your knees to your own chest to help Law reach that perfect, deep angle. "Fuck."
Law chuckles darkly and purrs, "Good girl." He licks his claiming mark, helping to stimulate your body. "You will look beautiful, swollen and round with our child, our podling." His cock was twitching, throbbing, and leaking heavy drops of precum. "I'd never stop fucking your cunt every day, if you let me, my treasure." He's struggling to keep himself under control because of your pheromones, your moans of his name, the absolutely filthy wet noises coming from your dripping core. He could still taste you on his lips and his tongue; he's drooling to devour you, make you climax on his tongue and fingers. That's exactly what he does. He sinks back down to stimulate your clit with his warm muscle, flicking up and down furiously in between hard suction of his lip and monstrous growls.
Your hands tangle in his hair, raking down his tanned, sweaty, and inked back as you climax on his fingers and into Law's hungry and waiting mouth. Your brain foggy, your legs trembling as you gasped down mouthfuls of air, your own cheeks burned hotter when you left your own arousal leaking down the crack of your rear. Law rose onto his knees, keeping you split wide for him, his aching cock rubbing along your hot, wet folds, coating himself in your own release and his saliva. "Law," you blink through your hazy, fuzzy vision to meet your merman's feral, bright, amber golden eyes, whites flicking black as obsidian.
Law pants. "Y/n." He's in his half-human, half-merman form. Scales decorating parts of his body, his sharp claws and fangs on full display in the light of the dark dungeon. "Forgive me if I'm too rough." Law growls, patience's and impatience's echoing within his inhuman voice. "It's a new moon..." His black ink glows a bright golden light as the rest of his skin becomes dark, pitch-dark.
You can only make out his eyes, his teeth, and his tattoos; nothing else aside from his voice. You became hornier. This is the mer beast of legend, the monster stealing women and seducing them to become their mates while whispering sweet nothings, heated, dark, dirty promises of sex and animalistic pleasure. It explains why you've found your underwear missing, why Law vanishes during the night of the new moon until dawn. "Bad daddy," you click your tongue, daring to scold him before he splits you wide open on his massive girth and knot. "Keep secrets from your mate."
"Allow me to beg for forgiveness, my songstress." Law lines the dripping, fat tip of his cockhead and knot to your opening and slowly, painstakingly slowly pushes your folds apart to sink into the tight, smoldering, heated walls of your secret haven that felt like heaven. Law's sharp, clawed hands grip tight onto your hips, spreading his legs wide, sitting on his boot heels, arching your back to push the rest inside in one hard motion. "Worship you in reverence." He curses under his breath as you link your fingers together around his neck, feeling his hands lower to fully cup and spread your cheek apart before thrusting his hips with abandon and animalist lust.
You accept everything, moaning into Law's chest, his neck, and his pointed ears. "Oh fuck," you whine, pressing your aching breasts and sensitive rubbing against the hard plains of his sturdy chest. "Good boy, daddy," you babble, eyes rolling, head tilting back. "My pussy is all yours, Law, yours."
"Mine," Law snarls, licks a hot, heated, wet stripe from your claiming mark to your quivering and drooling mouth to recapture your lips. Your insides tighten their grip around his monstrous cock. "My mate." He growls and snarls in between hard, heated, fierce, and possessive kisses. "My female."
You swear to God his cock is getting bigger, harder. "Oh god, y'er gonna rip me in half." You cry louder, nails clawing deeper, but you don't want him to stop. A new wave of pleasure tears of overwhelm and overstimulation spill down the corner of your eyes.
"You can take it, my treasure." Law reassures you, halting his rough pounding to slow down his pace into a deep grinding. Giving your burning, pulsing claiming mark another hard suck and nibble, which stimulates your neglected clit between your legs. He smirks when your hips twitch, and a breathless gasp leaves your kiss-swollen lips. "Good mate." Law purrs, kneading your ass harder in between shallow, deep thrusts.
"I love you, Law." You breathe and moan his name into his chest. Yielding yourself to the merman, underwater sea hell beast and sex god Law had wildly become. Surrendering to this new untamable, feral side of himself. You wouldn't mind fucking him like this again in the future. You accept every side of your merman. His teasing side, his serious and tsundere side, the merman who'd turn into a giant spotted sea puppy when you two are alone. Law was your Law. Doflamingo can't buy or gift his way into your heart; not when Law got there first.
Law uses his chin to tilt your head up, so he can kiss you again. "I love you, Y/n." He half purrs, half growls, clutching you closer and harder into his taller frame as he starts to regain speed, picking up the pace, switching from cuddle fucking to full-blown pounding mercilessly and unforgivingly. His mind fogging, he can't think. Nothing except the feeling of your body wrapped around him, your insides squeezing him and welcoming him and demanding every last drop of semen his cock had to offer. You wanted to be full of him.
"Don't stop," You gasp out, biting hard on his muscled peck, his shoulder, and his neck; marking him in your own love bites and bruises. You watch your merman shudder against you; his face lost in euphoria and your cunt as he gasps for breath. Lowering and rolling onto his back to hit a new, deeper, harder angle without slowing down his pace.
"Never, my love, never." Law growls. His wild, predatory, metallic, golden eyes never leave yours. His body is sweating profusely. He must be tired and worn out from Doflamingo's torture and beating. "Take from my body, all of me... my cum.. my essence... it's all yours." His eyes roll, and his legs begin to quake beneath him. "Fuck, you feel so fuckin good." Law breathes, panting and gasping for breath.
It makes your heart twist with regret. "Here," You pant above him. "Lemme help before you reopen your wounds." You take over, bouncing and rocking your hips as he helps lift you up and slams you back down with ease. Forcing both of you to release a pleasure moan. "Gimme everything, Law." You moan, gripping tight onto his shoulders for balance as his eyes flicker back and zero in on your eyes.
Law lets out a low, wild growl. "As my mate wishes." Buckling his hips in time with your downward thrusts and bounces. You both move together, burning, soaring higher, a never-ending tangle of limbs and joined bodies until neither of you could move, panting, breathless, leaking white and clear fluids and cuddling on the ruined bed.
Basking in the silence.
The afterglow of your intense coupling.
Law lay on his back with you cuddling into his side, head on his chest and tracing the patterns of his tattoos on his chest. "Yours brothers should be on their way with my crew," Law whispered, leaning his cheek on the side of your head, his head resting beneath his arm and the other running circles along the swell of your bruised hip.
You nuzzle into his normal, sun-kissed and inked chest. "If they call grandpa and daddy, it will become a full-blown warzone in Dressrosa." You mumble, frowning.
Law sighs, then tenses. Sitting upright and scenting the air, his eyes searching the dark. "Come out." He snarls, cradling you closer, giving you the thin blanket to fully cover yourself as his nails lengthen into claws.
A familiar witch's teasing cackle fills the silence. "How rude you've become, Law." Doctorine steps out of the darkness, not her mermaid form, but her human form. "Your sweet mate paid for me to cure you back to health, and this is how you repay her kindness and my time?" She tilts her head; she doesn't give yours or his nude form a second glance as she steps forward, bringing her medical bag in tow.
"Doctorine." You breathe, your eyes sparkling with excitement.
Doctorine shifts her gaze from her stupid pupil and patience to you. Offering you a warm smile. "Now, that's how you greet a doctor." She laughs. "Good evening, human siren."
"If Doflamingo catches you healing me, he'll-" Law spoke, standing, not caring if he was naked or not.
"It was our future queen that commanded and paid me." Doctorine cuts in; she shrugs. "If he's got a problem with it, then I'll deal with it." She pulls a bottle of water, cleansing shells a towel out of her bag. "Now, drink this and use these so you can dress." Drinking from a bottle of plum wine and wrinkles her nose. "I don't wanna see your little soldier any more than I have to, brat."
Law's face grows warm. "Thank you." He mutters under his breath, helping to clean you up, then himself. Sharing the bottled water with you. You were more curious about how to use those seashells. You held it in your hand, fascination in your eyes. "Betcha Robin and Nami would love these." You opened one to see compact soap, which started as a paste until you rubbed it between your fingers; it became a lather. "Oh, Law, I need some of these!" You open another one to find a healing balm, if you had to guess by the medicinal smell. "No, a dozen!"
Law and Doctorine chuckled.
"I already know how to make those, you know." Law smiles softly as he proceeds to shove his long legs into his discarded jeans. "We have a similar one for makeup-"
"You do?!" You gasp. "Why didn't you say so before? We would add them to the things we sell when we dock."
Law and Doctorine notice berri sighs twinkling within your eyes.
Apparently, you were unaware that Nami was rubbing off on you.
"I like her," Doctorine whispers, laughing between them. "Don't let that one get away, Law."
"I couldn't even if I wanted to, Doctorine." Law shakes his head. "She's my fated mate."
Doctorine hums. "Given she's saturated in your scent and semen, I figured as much, Law."
Both yours and Law's cheeks are ablaze as he helps clean you up and redress you.
Doctorine switched her black shades for her glasses as she gives Law a full examination. "You were lucky Doflamingo hadn't used his full force when he pushed and knocked you around." She commented, dipping her fingers into another seashell into a white ointment for Law's cuts and bruises before slapping a waterproof bandage on them. "With his rut fastly approaching, he will become snappier and easily set off." She raises her eyes to Law's calm silver eyes. "You know that, don't you?"
You intertwine your hand in Law's, which he gives a gentle and reassuring squeeze. "Did he really dismiss all of the women in his harem this morning?"
"What?" Law cuts in, his eyes widening. "There's no way Doflamingo fired every male and female concubine within his harem." Law shook his head in disbelief. "That's three hundred people sharing his bed."
"He did." Doctorine pressed, closing the seashell in her hand shut with a loud snap. "Meaning the only two females who could possibly catch his interest are Monet and her." She pointed a long, bony finger at you. "Since he hasn't requested Monet into his chambers last night. I can only assume he's waiting for your female to agree to become his queen."
"Like hell he is." Law snaps, snarling as he puts on his spotted hat.
Your happiness and excitement for the seashells died. "He can't force me to submit to him."
"It won't matter," Doctorine said. "You should know better than anyone by now what happens when a male in heat wants a female, missy." Swallowing another mouthful of her wine. "He has your scent now. Even if you make it up to the surface of Dressrosa or another island, he will hunt you down and breed you as soon as he gets his claws on you." She glances at your figure up and down. "Given the size difference, if flamingo isn't careful be could accidentally break your pelvis."
You rise to your feet, dropping the seashells, and rush into Law's waiting arms. "Why would you say that?" You shake your head, fear and hot tears blurring your vision.
Law’s fists tightened; his stormy grey orbs become steely. "Kureha, please." Law's mouth clamps into a hard line. "Don't scare my mate more than she already is." He brings you closer into his side, trying to offer you comfort.
Doctorine frowned. "It's only a possibility, Law." She mutters softly. "When you've lived longer than I have," She closes her medical bag and meets yours and Law's gazes. "You grow numb to all sorts of violence, misfortune, blood, death, both on land and down below; you know that." Doctorine stands and advises. "Better get some sleep and rechained Law before Doflamingo notices come morning."
"Thank you, Doctorine." You whisper softly, watching her disappear down a secret passageway.
Law leads you back to bed, sitting down beside you and bringing you into a kiss. His hands capturing your jaw before he pulls away, staring into your eyes, his fingers lingered to trace the bone structure of your face and smooth skin. "Let's get some sleep." He mumbles, wrapping you in his hoodie and sharing the blanket with you, raising his arms up for you to rechain him.
"I can't want to chain you." You pout.
"It can't be helped." Law sighed, lower the brim of his hat over his eyes. "If Doflamingo discovered you can free me however you wish he'll separate us and torture me worse than yesterday."
You reluctantly rechain Law and press further into his side. "How long are merfolk pregnancies?" You ask before closing your eyes and stifling a yawn.
Law tenses against you, then slowly relaxes. "It's shorter than a human's." His eyes trailed down to your stomach in the dark. He wanted to rub his hands all over your stomach, nuzzle into the space that will house his little halfling, his podling. He hoped to the gods and seas that he'd be right about Doflamingo. He knows the bastard doesn't like to share. He knows the moment he finds out you are pregnant with his child; he can't touch you. No, without losing the child. Fewer and fewer merchildren were being conceived and born, their birth rate declining, forcing mermen and mermaids to welcome humans into their beds, or have one-night stands until their chosen hosts became pregnant or their females impregnated.
You only human in answer and smile sleepily, you snuggle into his shoulder, his goatee tickling your chin as he turns his head to tenderly kiss your forehead. His breath fanned your forehead, Law's steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep
"It's six months, instead of nine," Law muttered softly without disturbing you. "Faster than a humans, but similar." He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, the lingering notes of his own scent and musk clinging to your skin. "We will have to monitor you carefully." He sighs. "Fated pairs' offspring tend to be powerful." He chuckled to himself, swallowing the lump growing in his throat. He never thought he'd become emotional talking about a life that hadn't even been born yet. Let alone finding his mate this year. Now, he's more determined to escape Doflamingo's clutches with you and your possible child growing inside. "The D Clan will have another key player in the future," Law smirked, despite the tears falling down his face. The Water Clan name doesn't have to die with me. Was Law's last thought as he forced himself to sleep. Not knowing what tomorrow will bring.
Warning: Mentions of past suicidal Izuku, Bullied reader, past sexual relationship with Izuku, Obsessive Overhaul, Dabi and Shigaraki, oc character death.
💜Chapter 4
"C'mere, baby..." Your mother whispers, a tired sigh leaving her mouth as she releases another gasping, wheezing breath. Your hand reaches out for her trembling one, your warmth clutching onto her cold, pale, and withered hand. "My sweet baby…."
"I'm here, mommy." You smile through unshed tears stinging your eyes. Bring your mother's hand to your forehead and nuzzle into her touch. "I'm here…"
"No matter what… know that your father and I love you…" She blinked, eyes growing heavy. Her breathing became less and shallower.
"I… know, mommy." You whimper.
Katsuki, Izuku, and Hitoshi were outside after speaking with your mother one last time. She was the one who'd taken them all in and saw them as her own boys. She knew they all cared for you, loved you. Saw the hesitation of them wanting more. Wanting to share you between them. Knew they would become your silent protestors in the dark for now and all time, no matter what you choose.
"Please, my boys…" Your mother pleaded softly after you had left for the restroom and an iced coffee. "Continue supporting and looking after my baby." Her exhausted eyes locked on all three of them. "She's sweet, strong, but will be crushed after I'm gone… She's already drowning and quietly fading…" Her bottom lip trembled, her hair a mess on her pillow. Her hazel eyes were wet as another wet cough escaped her and ran down her chin before Izuku wiped it away gently, his own emerald-green eyes crying.
"We adore and love Y/n," Izuku muttered pitifully. His earnest, sensitive, and kind heart always loved you just as it did Katsuki's. "She was always… my best… my best friend who saved me when I was alone."
Katsuki's strong, tense shoulders sagged as he rested his chin on his mate's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist. Trying to remain strong, stoic, and unfeeling, but he couldn't. Sadness, regret, and grief washed over him, coating his tongue, filling his lungs and senses with every shuddering mouthful of deep inhale through his nose. The blonde's bangs drooped and covered his tear-filled, stubborn crimson orbs. "You… never gave up on me… shitty old hag." Katsuki stammers, swallowing thickly; no real bite in his husky, deep, gravely tone.
"You and Y/n believed in me when no one else did," Hitoshi said next, strolling slowly over to hold your mother's other hand. "Believed… that even someone like me could become a hero." The purple-haired male's windpipe grew thick and dry as he tried to speak and breathe through his tight, clogged throat. "You and her are my heroes."
You listened in the hallway, a shaky hand covering your trembling mouth. The horde of snacks and drinks in your tote bag lay beside your feet. Thank you, guys. You think, furiously wiping your eyes, picking up the bag and stepping inside. You meet everyone with a watery, somber gaze.
You blink back the memory as you stare at your mother's bedroom for one last time, as the medical team takes the last of your mother's oxygen tank and the hospital bed through the front door. You take a deep breath as goosebumps travel throughout every inch of your body. "What would she think of me now, if Mom knew..." You trailed off. Would she scold you? Look at you with her elder, all-knowing, and motherly gaze.
Today would be the last day you stepped into your childhood home. The house you grew up in. The house your mother had gotten from her mother as a wedding present, now... being sold. "Are you sure about this, kitten?" Hitoshi asks, frowning.
You turned your head, meeting his sad violets. "It can't be helped, can it, Toshi?" You whisper, a small, somber, and bittersweet smile gracing your lips. "Besides, the newlyweds and their growing family need it more than I do, right?"
"If that's what you want," Izuku said, stepped behind you, and gave you a hug. Pressing his tear-stained face into your back and shoulder blades. "We will be here whenever you need us."
You were going to sign the marriage contract with Overhaul today before being escorted to his family's large estate where you would live, away from your boys, your friends, your pack. Rent-free. Three square meals a day, snacks, perfectly pampered as a CEO's and Yakuza's wife. Overhaul had come clean about his underground presence. It made sense, given his reputation as a frigid wall of iron and icy exterior. You could see it. He didn't go into explicit detail; he didn't need to. He simply said that his business was better left unsaid for your own protection and peace of mind.
A Yakuza's life would be very long or short, depending on how smart and paranoid the boss and alpha become. Blood, smoke, guns, violence, and death made up the cruel, cold, ruthless, and cutthroat outside world and black market. There was no time for love. There was no promise of forever, only the present and future; the past didn't matter. Overhaul could live until he was elderly, a bitter old grouch, heart colder than a steel trap and black ice, or he would die sooner rather than later within your marriage if a rival gang boss took him out. Either way, his empire would need a successor, an heir; regardless of the outcome. Even if... you hoped, he could find some semblance of happiness in his life. He could use a few laugh lines. You thought to yourself, smiling wider.
You knew Izuku, Katsuki, and Hitoshi's bodies had all immediately tensed and were thrown on high alert the moment they'd picked up Overhaul's scent all over you. The flicker of their own inner beasts grew possessive and threatening to come out. "I got too stuck within my own head." You admitted, "he had to calm me down."
All three men circled you, scenting and breathing in this unknown male musk clinging to your skin and clothes.
Katsuki growled, his teeth and fangs bared. "Prime Alpha." He snarls. "Do you know who this building belongs to?" It was a rhetorical question. They all knew. Knew Overhaul was an Alpha no one dared to cross without being left as an example, a warning, or their bodies found brutally dismembered into a grotesque, bloody, and gory mess, or disappeared without a trace, scent pattern, or hair on their head.
"Whatever the hell were you thinking?" Hitoshi added that his black and purple nails lengthened into claws.
“Agreeing to work for him?” His hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. "What job could be worth it to work under him?"
"His secretary." You mumbled, trying not to shrink back. It wasn't a lie. Whenever Overhaul needed you close during your heats or his oncoming ruts, he'd need access to you faster than simply driving home or ordering a car to escort you through heavy, ongoing, and incoming traffic. "It pays well, and I'll be close by on short notice."
"We have plenty of rooms in our house, Y/n," Izuku whispered, calming himself. His green eyes were downcast. "You know we wouldn't mind it."
"I can't ask you to get aside your busy lives and schedules to accommodate me." You frowned deeply, saying your true feelings.
Chrono hid a few feet away, listening to your conversation with his earpiece, furiously typing on his phone and recording your interactions with each male. Such a prize-worthy female. Hari thought. It appears she doesn't need to act to pull at their heartstrings. Respect and pride welling up within his own chest for his new married-by-blood sister and Mistress of The Shie Hassaikai.
"You could never be a burden," Hitoshi said, stepping forward to take your hands in his own. "We all promised your mother we'd become your pack, your family until our last breaths." He couldn't believe he allowed you to go into such a dangerous place alone. A mistake he's paying for now. "A Prime Alpha is more vicious than a normal Alpha. Once he has an omega in his sights, he won't let him or her go," he pressed, trying to make you understand. "It's dangerous. It's deadly, and someone could end up killed if the bastard is insane and unstable."
"Overhaul doesn't seem to be swayed by any male or female." You lie through your teeth, trying not to break through the script you've been given should anyone ask why you were close to the boss of RavenCorp. "Besides." You laugh sheepishly. "What could a big, bad elite ever see in me?"
All four males - Overhaul, Katsuki, Hitoshi, and Izuku grew enraged for you belittling yourself.
"Any Alpha would be a blind, dickless, spineless fuckard if they don't see you're worthy." Katsuki sneered, shoving his hands into his pockets and snorting through his nose. "I don't ever wanna hear any bullshit coming out of your mouth like that again." He growled, crimson orbs darkening into a deeper, darker shade of blood red.
All four of you continued towards your celebratory dinner in silence.
Katsuki continued to grumble and hum his disapproval.
Izuku was torn but would stand by whatever you decided to do.
Hitoshi? He wanted to corner you in the booth, kiss you, and bite your neck to claim you before that Prime did. Everything deep within himself was itching and snapping to get out. But he didn't want to chain you to him like that. Force you to become his mate. He'd never be able to forgive himself if he forced his love or bond on you. He would be no better than those villainous, cruel bastards, AFO or Endeavor. "Just promise that you'll phone us every week and allow us to still hang out and visit, okay?" Hitoshi finally said after he set aside his chopsticks. He reached over and placed his hand on top of yours. "Please?"
"Of course, we will." You intertwined your hands, giving the purple-haired male's hand a reassuring squeeze and a bright, heart-stopping, warm smile. "You three are my dorks." You chuckled softly, watching Katsuki's blank and tense face break into a murderous snarl.
"Who the fuck are you calling dorks, loser?!" The blonde said, snapping his chopsticks in half and sparks going off in his closed fist.
"You fuckface." You laughed louder and harder until tears moistened the corners of your eyes.
Katsuki hated anybody making fun of him, laughing at him... however, whenever it was you? His furious, beating heart would soften. "Keep pushin', nerd, and I'll give ya' something to cry about." He huffed, sitting back down with a heavy plop and continued to eat his spicy noodles and fried chicken.
Dinner continued with more sassy banter and teasing from you, them, and all while Chrono and Overhaul watched in silence as his eight bullets ate, behaving themselves for once.
"That's enough mopping, short stack," Katsuki said, snapping his fingers in front of your face and proceeding to pick you up and carry you bridal style outside of your childhood home. "C'mon, we gotta get to your big goin' away party, bash or whatever the fuck, chop chop."
You squealed, wrapping your arms tightly around Katsuki's neck. "Katsu! Let me down, I'm too heavy and can walk by myself!"
"Fuck off, I can do whatever I want." He scoffed, his hands tightening their firm grip on the back of your legs and lower back. "You ain't that heavy, nerd." Lifting you as if you weighed less than a feather. Katsuki Bakugo had always been a stubborn, strong male with a quick and fiery temper and short fuse.
Nobody in your middle school or high school would have believed you if you said he'd once been a sweet and caring child in kindergarten before he'd gotten his quirk. That he'd been best friends with Izuku before the greenlette had been labeled quirkless, just like you.
Though Katsuki never harmed you, even when he'd bullied Izuku for wanting to still become a hero. He'd tease you verbally, but never physically. Until middle school, when you were on top of the school roof, trying to stop Izuku from jumping after his dreams were crushed by his idol, All Might. Saying Izuku could never become a hero. He could become a police officer, but never a hero.
Izuku stepped off the edge, tears spilling down his face, and you chased after him without a second thought. Your stomach dropped, but you refused to let Izuku die alone. You closed your eyes, sobbing. "I'm sorry, mom." You whimpered, refusing to let him drop.
Katsuki and Hitoshi both grabbed onto you. The teenage boys prayed to every god above and below to give them the strength to help pull you and Izuku up.
"Reckless duo of dumbfucks," Katsuki cursed, his crimson eyes wide and dilated with his usually flaming spark and flames burning with red-hot rage and arrogance. Yet... beneath all of the rage and heat, there was an unmistakable flicker of panic and desperation. "Who the fuck gave you permission to jump and commit suicide, huh?!"
Your tears of sorrow quickly became fueled with disgust and bitterness. "You! You hypocritical jackass!" You barked. "You hold Izu to jump like a careless, heartless bastard! You didn't think about his feelings, but your own overinflated ego and big mouth!" You were sick and tired of Katsuki Bakugo treating the male omega he'd been tied with like trash. Sick and tired of comforting Izuku alone as his body spiked with heat, delirium, and heavy, whimpering, crying, and begging for Katsuki to help relieve him of his aching need and desires. Izuku's heat would activate and kickstart your own as you pleased him as best as you could without fully having sex with him. Using toys, your mouth and fingers, anything, but putting his leaking dick in your own aching core.
You knew Izuku wasn't yours. He never would be, but you wouldn't abandon him. He knew of your crush on Hitoshi. The sleep-deprived, smirking, and laid-back purple-haired and matching-eyed male. How you wished more than anything to ride him until you wouldn't move anymore, or lay beneath him to let him pin you, devour you, and use your body however he wished. It hurt. It was maddening, and you were tired of suffering.
"We'll argue later, kitten," Hitoshi grunted, pulling you up with every fiber of strength within his weak body. Kitten. Hitoshi's pet nickname for you. Not sunshine, baby, doll, angel, or other form of endearment. Kitten. Because you reminded him of a fluffy, content kitten full of milk, sunbathing in the warm afternoon sun whenever you were happy, full, and lying on your back.
After Kirishima and even All Might himself arrived to help, the four of you lay on the school rooftop, sweating, panting, and exhausted. Emotionally drained. And too tired to argue anymore.
You four promised never to do anything reckless like that again after everyone went to group therapy and school counselling.
Katsuki and Izuku were heavily scolded by their weeping mothers.
Your mother sat in-between yours and Hitoshi's bowed heads, petting and running her fingers through your hair and his. "Whatever are we going to do with you little rascals?"
Those years seemed so long ago now.
You inwardly sigh, resting your cheek on his shoulder. "I'm gonna miss this." You mutter out loud. "Miss all of you."
Silence hung in the air.
"Me too." Katsuki agreed quietly. "Stupid, bitchy nerd." He grumbles under his breath, lingering notes of affection and sweetness in his tone. "If you ignore us, I'll kick y'er ass."
"I wouldn't expect anything less from the great lord explosion murder." You giggle, nuzzling into his chest. The vibrations of your voice vibrate in his tight, racing heart rate and chest.
Overhaul had given you a month to settle your remaining affairs outside his city, workplace, and estates.
Once, the marriage contract was signed. You would become his and his alone until the full year was up. You were given a copy of the contract to read and add any stipulation you wanted under the strict rule that only you and you alone were allowed to see the contents of those pages. After the medical team worked tirelessly to make sure both you and Overhaul himself were sexually and physically compatible to conceive a child, giving them samples of your slick, requesting video live feeds of your heat in reaction to Overhaul's scent and rut pheromones and his yours; everything fell into place.
Your body was the perfect vessel to house the heir of The Shie Hassaikai and ready for artificial insemination and impregnation during your next heat cycle, if you didn't want to physically have sex with Overhaul himself.
After arriving back at the main office of Raven Corp, where Overhaul waited, sitting in front of a heavy stack of paperwork as he worked quietly at his desk, nursing a heavy, strong, dry scotch on the rocks. Keeping himself busy with his work to stave off and silence his inner beast that wanted you by his side these past few, long and grueling weeks. Patience, patience, the brunette corporate and yakuza boss seemed to whisper to himself, his beast, and his hissing elder peers. The female will come back. She will come back to me of her own free will, even if I have to drag her out of that old hovel and those tainted, sick, and infected males snarling, clinging claws.
He waited.
Counting down the hours.
Watching the clock on the wall ticking away.
Overhaul was a very patient man. He always got what he wanted, one way or another. He continued to work even after only himself; Chrono and Mimic remained within the building, sending the rest of the employees home to continue in peace and quiet. Then, like clockwork, like magic, he felt your presence and scented you again, approaching from the secret passageway and private elevator hidden in the underground garage that would lead you straight to him.
While you were occupied with meeting Kai Chisaki, or rather, Overhaul. Two sets of burning blood-red crimson eyes and a pair of azure blues watched you step back into RavenCorp.
"Isn't that woman who entered Overbeak's office unscathed?" Dabi grunted, leaning in his seat beside Tomura Shigaraki, blowing a plume of smoke. "She's either desperate or stupid." The patchwork villain and mafia boss grunted.
Tomura hadn't been able to keep his eyes off you. Something familiar tugged at him. Nagging him, making him want to furiously scratch his scarred neck. "I'm telling you she seems familiar." He snarls. A sweet scent that made his cold and dusty, unfeeling heart run a mill a minute as he stared at your disappearing figure with binoculars, comically holding them with a three-fingered grip.
Dabi hummed. He didn't want to admit he'd felt the same annoyance tugging at the back of his head when he'd walked around the block disguised earlier. A sweet smile of a cute, stubborn omega entered his mind. You didn't live in this part of town. You were a lower-class female with a huge rack that Dabi wanted to bury his face in as he fucked you. He inwardly groaned. Fuck, he'd give anything to see your fierce, round innocent eyes become a haze of pleasure as he fucked you dumb on his cock.
"Would you focus on reconnaissance," Tomura hissed, crinkling his nose underneath his hand like mask. "Instead of your dick for once, pervert."
Dabi chuckled darkly. "Like you ain't ever stopped thinking about Y/n L/n, the little firecracker of an omega who got away." Flickering the ashes of his cigarette into a crystal ashtray. "Should've nabbed her after we graduated and be done with it to fucker out of our system." He rolled his eyes and scowled. "But you were too much of a shy virgin to do it."
"If you keep bitching and critiquing my plan," Tomura hissed, turning his head towards the black-haired, blue flame user with a menacing glare. "Why didn't you grab her, if you wanted her so bad?"
Dabi snorted, leaning further back into his seat, speaking his stitched leather pants side and readjusting himself. "Was too much work at the time." He shrugs. "Besides, it's hard to get her away from those three stupid heroes in training always prowling around her like a bunch of horny nerds." Dabi clicks his tongue in annoyance, leaning his chin in his hand and his elbow on the armrest, holding his glass of whisky. "And besides, she's a recluse after her mother became ill." He took another deep drag. "She ain't going anywhere."
Tomura gave it some thought. Dabi did have a point. His body heated up at the memory of you. You would nag him to keep his desk tidy, or grumble that he drank too many energy drinks after completing League campaigns and staying up all night before trudging to school in a sleep daze. You annoyed him beyond reason, and yet you tolerated him. Never made fun of his scars, messy appearance, or cowered before him or Dabi.
Tomura and Dabi tried to convince you that no other man would ever want a woman of your size. They'd take you in, share your bed, if you agreed to submit to them, which you never did. No matter how hard they forced their alpha pheromones on you, enjoying you choke on their scents, glaring up at them with trembling legs. You refused to bow down. Refused their offers of courtship and gifts of affection. Tomura had given you the ashes of the bitch who'd bully you after he saw her yanking your hair and calling you a whore. Dabi had burned a creep stalking you, daring to break into your house and brag about stealing your underwear to use as spank bank material. Dabi refused to give them back.
Both League of Villain Due leaders were obsessed with you.
And they agreed long ago to share you and with no one else.
After tonight, they agreed to check in on you for old times' sake and to revise their master plan on taking Overhaul down.
Back inside Overhaul's office, you stared down at the conditions of your side of the marriage contract. Your brows scrunched up as you read the bullet points one by one. "Whenever we are together in public, you smile for the camera during social events, pretend to be madly in love with me -" You paused, your breath hitching. "How'd you know about my mother's medical debt?"
"I own every building within this city," Overhaul replied smoothly. " Your mother's medical debt will be paid in full after our marriage." He nodded his head, drinking from the amber liquid in his crystal glass. "That's the deal." He set it down and picked up the sake glass. "I will pay you three million dollars in cash after we settle for a quiet divorce." He added, as if he wasn't already paying you on top of clearing your mother's unpaid medical bills.
Three million dollars after marrying him, after carrying and giving birth to his baby.
Your life will become easier.
You could set up for an early retirement when you reach old age.
A quiet life without being a burden to Katsuki, Izuku, and Hitoshi.
Your mother's crushing medical bills practically erased.
"Is there no way to break the marriage contract before the one-year mark?" You ask hesitantly. If you were going to do this. You needed to know the rules. The loopholes. You couldn't go in blind. There had to be a higher price on the line while signing one year of your life away to the literal devil incarnate himself.
Overhaul's eyes darkened, his grip on the glass tightened as he took a sip, his amber eyes locking onto yours. "You do not break a yakuza contract without a valid reason." His tone is all business and hard edges; he raises a thin brow. "Unless you think my rivals don't have eyes everywhere?" He readjusts his mask to cover his face. "Waiting to put a bullet through your head, if you leave without my protection and name to back you up."
"But we are incompatible." You breathed without picking up your small white and blue porcelain cup. You would become a prisoner within a golden, gilded cage, draped in silk and the promise of three million dollars. "I'm fat-"
The Yakuza nearly broke the cup in his hand. To hear yourself slander your perfect form from that pretty little mouth of yourself made his anger burn brighter. Who dared keep feeding you those disrespectful lies? "Don't do that," Kai said in a low, dark voice, his composure slipping. His scent spiking, flickering and flaring as his anger simmered.
"Don't do what?" You blink; chills roll down your spine.
"Talk about yourself like you're not worthy of being in my bed," he murmured. Kai's eyes narrowed, then dropped to your lips. "And more importantly," he set his glass down and leaned forward, slowly invading your space until you were forced to look directly into his unnaturally and intimidatingly calm face. "Our marriage contract is binding," Kai said softly, without raising his voice. "The moment you walked through those doors, you became mine." Kai reached for his glass of sake, downing it as he stood. "Tonight, we will perform the ceremony between a few witnesses and us. Come sunrise, you will become my wife legally before we perform the sacred tradition of the Matehood Grand Gala and then The Hunt in a week's time." His eyes never left yours. "That night, my Alpha will come out and claim you, little omega." He walked around the coffee table, leaning down, trapping you between him and the plush chair. "No matter where you run. No matter where you hide, you will submit to me, present yourself, head down, ass up, and beg me to fuck you until sunrise."
The Matehood Grand Gala. A fancy party and masquerade that happened once a year, a gathering of royal elite and common alphas and omegas who'd witness a coupling between newlyweds for all to see firsthand. The bride would be wearing a white, simple gown of lace of her choice while her alpha waited inside as his bride ran through the house, outside, and tempted her alpha's beast to rise and claim her without shame, in the wild like an animal before shifting into their true form and mating again in wolf form.
To think, you would secretly wish to become one of those lucky brides. Secretly masturbating in your room, in private to the live show, imagining that you were the female being taken by the powerful male as his partner moans and writhes beneath them. Be careful what you wish for. You thought to yourself as your breath hitched. "Where will I live until then?" Your cheeks were blooming a deep shade of crimson. "I already sold my house." Tears prickled the corners. "I have nowhere else to go." You truly felt as if you'd just signed your life away to the devil himself, which he might as well have been. Alphas took what they wanted and yet.... why were you scenting lingering notes of sadness leaking out of him? You expected him to strip you bare before the ink on the paper had dried, and yet he didn't. He forced himself to remain in control.
"You will be living in my estate," Kai stated after a few heartbeats longer than necessary. "Get comfortable in your new environment without sending your fragile nervous system into a sensory panic and overload." He brushed aside your tears, his heart aching within his chest.
You close your eyes and lean into his touch, turning your head to the side and inhaling his calming scent. He's kinder than I thought he'd be. You all but purr and turn into mush.
Kai steps away, straightening up his spine and stepping back to allow your room to breathe. "You may rest for ten minutes, then Chrono will lead you to the car waiting outside." His business mask slammed back into place, and he began listing the agreed conditions for your marriage. "Remember, whenever we are together in public, you smile for the camera during social events, pretend to be madly in love with me, you help me sell this unit, and your mother's medical debt will be paid in full. That's the deal."
"What about you?" You blink, slowly reopening your eyes, picking up your sake cup and downing burning, smooth liquid. I wish I was drinking a strawberry daiquiri.
Chrono takes empty sake cups, tray, and bottle away.
"I still have unfinished business to attend to," Kai answered, picking up the signed paperwork. "Your belongings will be packed tomorrow. You will move into my estate tonight." He returned his gaze to you. "And Y/n?"
"Yes?" You answer softly.
"Don't ever disrespect yourself in front of me again." His words were absolute and final. "As of now, you and your body belong to me." He gestures to all of you with his free gloved hand. "Do not disrespect the woman who will become Mrs. Chisaki, Mistress of the Shie Hassaikai for the next three hundred and sixty-five days." He snorts dismissively. "The feral, starving rival wolves outside are already circling."
You quickly drink in his terse warning. "I'll wait for you at home." You spoke steadily, despite your heart pounding hard within your chest. You knew once word gets out, the rumors won't stop. People will believe the Overhaul's judgement had been compromised or swayed. Or that the CEO had been blackmailed into marrying someone below his pedigree and status. Whatever you were thinking must have been visible on your face.
"Whatever you are thinking you might as well forget about it," Kai said, cutting through your last train of thought. "Other people's judgement on our marriage, bonding, and matehood is irrelevant." His fixed look remained unyielding. "Many would be unsatisfied regardless of who I'd chosen, even if you were a yakuza heiress from a rival group wishing to complete a political marriage alliance."
"You've spent years building your reputation." You frown. "Won't I become the reason your elders or peers will question it?"
Kai's gloved hand twitched over the signed paperwork, then slipped it into a thick and heavy manilla envelope. "You think I'd want you to only appear during social events and public banquets?" He tilted his head, his thin brow twitched. "That I'll want you to leave or disappear from my sight after we take some pictures, or after we conceive?"
"I think..." You began, forcing a smile. "You deserve someone more suitable for you." You swallow thickly and stand, wiping off imaginary dust from your skirt. "Who won't cause problems for you or your organization." Lowering your eyes down to the coffee table. Your cheeks burning, the warmth of the alcohol in your belly churning and twisting painfully.
Those words strike him harder than a physical attack by someone's quirk. "Someone more suitable?" Was that truly how you saw yourself? Hadn't he already explained that you already checked off all of the boxes he required in a bride? After carrying the crushing weight of being your mother's caretaker? Years of being shunned and verbally abused by your father? "Y/n." Kai spoke her name calmly, forcing you to look at him. "You are not the problem." For the first time, emotion appeared in his voice. Real emotion. You noticed it, and so did he; then it disappeared as if it was never there. "The corporate and yakuza worlds are no different, cruel and ruthless, than the heartless tyrants that run their organizations." He began again, his voice calm, smooth, steady, and unshakable. "I am no different," He paused for a heartbeat, "however, so long as I live." The Ceo Boss' professionalism slipped into his true nature; the predatory and calculated yakuza boss revealed itself. "If anyone ever touches a hair on your head, they will have to suffer my wrath."
The dark vow and threat filled the air with a nerve-breaking silence.
You respectfully bowed your head. "Thank you, Overhaul." You felt something warm spreading across your chest from his serious and awkward confession. "Good night." You turned and walked towards the door.
Kai Chisaki remained frozen. Every deep-rooted instinct once again nagged him to stop you. His feet refused to move. He held steadfast and in control as the door to his office closed with a soft click. The sound echoed throughout the office with an unbearable finality.
Within two hours, what had remained inside your childhood home had been packed and sent to The Shie Hassaikai compound and grand estate.
Hours later, after darkness had settled over Japan, Overhaul sat alone in the silence before standing from his desk. The copies of his and your marriage contract and certificate sat in front of him. Come morning, one will be filed in his hidden safe, another for yourself, and the third will be sent to his lawyer and dropped off at the records office.
The yakuza boss returned to his massive estate well after midnight.
When Kai Chisaki stepped out of the shadows, discarding his plague mask, jacket, tie, shoes, and began to take off the holster and the guns hidden at his waist and behind his back as a routine habit, he paused. Your scent filled his lungs. He'd expected you to sleep within your own master suit he'd painstakingly decorated for you, given your recommendations for the perfect bridal suit and marriage bed... only for you to stumble into his own personal bed, instead? His cold eyes locked on your peacefully sleeping face. Oxygen seemed to have left the room and filled it with your essence, your scent, and his own mixing. Kai can smell you through his cloth mask, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as every muscle and nerve ending within the mob boss's body came alive, standing on end and jolting awake all at once. Fuck. He inwardly grumbles, trying to quickly piece together why you were here, right now within his own bedroom. Did you have a nightmare? Were you lonely already? Did you need the scent of him already to comfort you within the confinements of his estate, or were you eager for him to claim you?
Seems you were bolder than he thought.
You were no stereotypical yakuza princess, arrogant and born into the life of hollow, backstabbing, aristocratic socialites scrambling to get a taste of him.
You were a woman with soft, generous curves, possessing a full figure, a rare and unapologetic beauty, which no other female had ever tempted him before. Your own star within billions of starlight and moonlight, hidden beneath the trash and violence of his world. Driving Kai Chisaki to the brink of madness in less than thirty days since your last meeting. The rest of the world saw Kai Chisaki, Overhaul, as a merciless monster; he wanted you to see the man behind the monster, the beast with no heart. He wanted to spoil you rotten yet keep you tethered to him for all time. Permanently, unmistakably his. Which you were. His omega, his fated and destined female. His and his alone. The Omega, which had secretly made the yakuza boss want to pamper and worship you for hours, day or night. Feast on the apex of your sex as you cried out his name in pleasure and euphoria in a moaning, writhing mess, defiling his bed and sanctuary with your pure, wet slick and juices before spilling down his mouth, soaking his finger and wetting and creaming on his cock.
He's dreamed about you.
You've haunted him.
Bewitched him.
After a single visit, he's hooked. His blackened heart is damned for all eternity into craving you, only you. His inner beast and wolf are restless, howling your name in the middle of the night, in the dark, and within his fits of awareness and sleeplessness collide before the dawn. His body, his soul cried your name. His mind unraveling to yank you away from those wretched, unworthy fools and back where you belong, with him, by his side.
Kai stepped closer to the bed. You smelled like heaven. Pure, clean, hints of his own cologne, vanilla, honey, and lavender from your evening bath. He scanned your figure, a low, rumbling, pleased, pleasure purr bubbling to escape his quirked lips. You wore one of the many linger he'd picked out for you. A red one. Kai leaned forward, the day's tension melting from his rigid spine. For one minute, two, three stared down at your covered figure, admiring the view of your plump lips, stained red from the vintage wine he'd purchased to go with this evenings dinner, lowering to the swells of your full heavy, slow rising and falling breasts; tempting him to kiss them, squeeze the lumps of fat and perky, soft globes between his hands as he nuzzles and suckles them to his secretly greedy, blackened hearts content.
Kai knew within his world of violence and sin, beautiful things were always the first things destroyed beneath a man's greed, lust for power, wealth, and dominance.
His teeth, fanged, ached to mark and bite your throat, give you his claiming, permanent bite. His heart, his soul, his body burned for you. He didn't want to force himself on you, no matter how hard his cock swelled and throbbing painfully tight within his pants. His jaw locked and ground until his back molars ached. Kai forced himself to back away from your sleeping form to take a much-needed cold, frigid shower to calm himself before bed.
As his figure retreated, you opened an eye. Watching the hard muscles of his broad back clench and flex beneath his black, sweating button-down shirt as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt without care or shame. You bite your lower lip. Imagining his hard muscles locked tight above you as he thrusts vigorously into your hot, heated, needy core. Your thick, shapely thighs locked and trapped around his waist as you ride him with shameless, abandoned lust and primal, primitive instinct. "Leaving the bride waiting, handsome?" You purr, seductively. The serenity that had settled over the room just moments before vanished and was replaced with a lounging seductress, blushing omega waiting for her new mate to join her for their first coupling.
Kai paused, his dress shirt discarded and slipping from his fingertips and falling carelessly onto the floor. "So, you are awake after all?" He turned his head, his glowing, honeyed, amber-bright golden eyes staring holes into your semi-awake frame. "Your quickening pulse gave you away." His voice sliced through the air like a sharp blade. His inked back on full display for your greedy eyes and ogling pleasure. His short, cropped brown hair, slicked back, appeared in a dark shade of purple tint in the glowing candlelight. His dark eyes brimming with a mixture of reserved, raw, unleashed desire and amusement; his lips quirked into a calculating smirk.
"Can't blame a woman for being nervous when a powerful man lurks over her life, an apex predator ready to pounce." You comment, rising and sitting upright, propping yourself onto the plush pillows. You expected disgust, his voice devoid of panic or rage.
Kai's face immediately switched back and molded into a blank mask. "You tempt me to ruin you, omega." He warned, candlelight gleaming on the string column of his neck; tempting you to kiss, lick, and bite, to leave your own claiming bite there. "I'm trying to be considerate and gentle, but even I have my limits." Quickly double back, raking his eyes down your body. "You may not like our first mating to be reduced to some rough, heated, carnal fucking." He muttered, his eyes glowed like hot metal, appearing smoldering and burning, twin pools of liquid heat and a bottomless forge. "It can break your pretty bluff virgin." Luring you in like a male siren with his hypnotic melody and singing voice.
You wanted to get lost in Kai, the pleasure he could give you, but you didn't want to let him bully you. Not like Shigaraki or Todoroki, never again. This may be his house, his rules, but you weren't going to become a pushover. "I may be inexperienced bedding a man." You huff, feel a heated blush coloring your cheeks, humiliation burning hotter, mixing with the liquid courage in your veins. Making you bolder, more honest and mouthy. Anger prickly within your heavy, full chest, continuing to fill with an eclipsed fury. "But you may be surprised by my skills in jacking you off, or sucking your dick."
Kai sneered beneath his mask. His dilated eyes were wide and dangerously feral. "Who touched you?" He hissed, marching closer, crossing the room in slow, deliberate strides, his gloved hands at his side clenching into twin fists and white-knuckled. "Who taught and tainted my omega?" He pulled your soft, plush frame flush against his shirtless, hard-muscled frame.
You clamped your mouth shut. Feeling the cords of muscle flexing beneath his every movement he makes, his strong and sturdy fingers trailing and digging into your hips, giving a possessive squeeze. You should be scared. You should apologize, but you yanked his cloth mask off, revealing his feral smile and his marvelously handsome face. Of course, every inch of him was criminally gorgeous. His arms coiled with dangerous, predatory grace and masculinity.
"Which one of those three parasites defiled what's rightfully mine?" Kai loomed over you; his teeth and fangs were sharp, his eyes crazed and wild, reaching a hand out to tilt your chin upward in a firm grip. He leaned in close, his breath caressing the shell of his ear as he whispered harshly. "Bakugo or Shinsou?" His fingers lingered on your chin, refusing you any room to pull away.
You weren't surprised he'd guess that either Katsuki or Hitoshi, given both of them are bolder and blunter than Izuku. "I learned to help regulate my friend during his heat, nothing more." You breathed and confessed at last." You held his hand in yours, pulling away just enough to meet his angry eyes. "He never penetrated me or climaxed inside."
"Midoriya?" Kai's thin brows furrowed. "Figured," he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "It's always the quiet ones who are the most vile and perverse." He let out a sharp, mocking bark of laughter. "Regulate?" He snorted. "He's not a broken thermostat or air conditioner, angel." He hissed when a violent shudder rolled down his spine from being this close to his female's body. You were in his bed, surrounded by his scent and musk, his inner wolf and beast purring and growling in approval. "He's a male omega who cowers behind his barking, ill-mannered, anger management overdue loud mutt of a mate." He groans, feeling your nipples grow taut against his naked chest. Kai has always hated how sensitive his body is compared to most. His ears, the back of his neck, and back.
"Don't you dare insult my friends, my pack." You snap, shaking his hand off.
"I can think whatever I like about them. They mean nothing to me." Kai scoffs, stopping himself from reaching out for you again. Hating how his inner beast whined and grovelled, whimpering for your warmth and heat back on his body.
"They mean everything to me, " you snarl, angry tears burning behind your wet lashes. "I'd be dead without them." Smacking his hand away. "So you owe them for saving my life. Isn't that how it goes in the Mafia? A life for a life, huh?"
"A blood debt, yes." Kai snorts; his hard, cold, and intense gaze doesn't waver.
Burying his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales your sweet and seductive scent, murmuring low, gravelly, about how much he needed you tonight and how beautiful you looked, tangled in his bed, trapped between him and his messy sheets.
Your heart hammers against your ribs like a caged bird trapped underneath the gaze of an apex predator. You lean forward, kissing his cheek, making quick work of unbuttoning his belt and zipper. "Show me the terrifying monster everyone fears in the dark, Kai." You breathe against his feverish skin. "My alpha." Your hands slide down and let his slacks slip smoothly down his well-toned, firm, and muscled legs. "The supreme primal alpha to rule them all." You moan, capturing his mouth with your own and swallowing the hitched breath from his lips as you fully cup him through his underwear, stroking and palming him with your hand.
His fingers slithering beneath your lingerie, quickly trailing and testing the wetness by running his middle finger along your slit. "I've barely touched you, and you are already this wet for me?" He groans against your lips, stroking and grazing your bare, crotchless panties and lower half. "Y/n." He whispers again. Whispering your name like a long-awaited prayer coming to life. "Do I have your permission to penetrate you? Will you give your body to me, Y/n?"
"Yes, Kai, yes." You gasp, crushing yourself against him and tangling your free hand into his short, cropped brown locks.
His lips were wet from your kisses, his breathing quickly becoming uneven and excited as your own. He released another low groan, his fingers probed your entrance, slowly testing the waters and cracking an eye open to watch your flushed expression morphing into one of pleasure instead of pain.
He continued staring at you as you stared back as he kissed you harder, his arm tightened around you as he broke the kiss to capture one of your hard erect nipples into his mouth, giving the stiff peak a heated lick and deep kiss between every heated strong, adding stimulation to both your burning wet core and your breast.
Your head fell back as a moan of pleasure left your kiss-swollen lips. "Kai." You exhaled a ragged breath, your heart pounding, feeling his gaze rove over your face, searching for fear, regret, or hesitation. You widen your thick thighs to allow him further access and stop yourself from grinding against his hand and fucking yourself on his fingers. You lower your head down to watch Kai moves from one breast to the other with hungry, unforgiving intent. Showing no sign of stopping, one finger became two fingers deep, moving faster, pumping harder, and playing your insides like a master musician as his other hand coiled around your waist to keep you in place, refusing to let you squirm away. "Your insides are burning like liquid fire." He breathed, pulling away and panting, swallowing the drool and saliva pooling in his mouth, breaking the kiss from your nipples. The cool air felt cold as you shivered when his lips grazed your neck as he murmured huskily. " Do you want my cock that bad, my wife?" He cracked a lazy smirk.
"Yes, I want it." You managed to say in between moans. You wanted his mouth all over you, his teeth scraping your neck, his hands running all over your body, wanting him to pound hard and fast into you with his cock, instead of his fingers.
"Want what?" Kai purrs, the sound echoing throughout the room and vibrating against your heated skin. "Whatever do you mean, my wife?" His voice was laced with false innocence and ignorance as he tilted his head to the side. He damn well knew what you meant. He wanted you to say it. He wanted to hear your plea. Not for Bakugo, Shinsou, or Midoriya. Him. Only him. Promising more pleasure, if you obeyed. "Explain." His voice dropped into a silky, heated caress as his fingers stopped, halting their movement completely, and plugged your needy hole with his soaked digits.
You bite your lower lip to keep a pitiful whine from escaping the back of your throat. "Your cock..." You said in a shaky breath, swallowing thickly; your own hand stopped and tightened your grip on his hard, pulsing shaft through his underwear.
"My cock?" He repeated, waiting for you to continue. "This cock?" His hips rolled into your soft palm. "What of it?" His words continued to make your cheeks flood with new heat, each movement calculated and purposeful. "It's hot, hard, and stimulated." He purrs, then halts his movement, allowing you to feel the heated pulse and blood surging within the covered heated flesh and organ.
"Yes, your cock, Kai." You breathed, fingers tugging and tangling tighter into his hair.
"Do you want it?" Kai said, low, soft, and intimate. He withdrew his fingers casually and carelessly before slowly making you feel every retreating inch and delicious stretch retreating from your dripping sheath. Your slick and juices trickled down your thighs as he showed you how soaked his fingers were. "Do you want to come on my cock, instead of my fingers, my little omega?"
"Yes," you inhaled another shaky, shallow breath.
Kai brought his fingers to his lips, opening his mouth to lick and suck on his fingers. "Strip," he instructed without raising his voice. "Then, get into the bed, spread your legs for me, and masturbate for your alpha." His breathing hitched as he released you to proceed, taking off the rest of his slacks and underwear in one smooth motion; his erection sprang free, smacking himself in the abdomen. His cock out, hard and for your viewing pleasure, twitching and leaking a snail trail of precum from the slit.
You stiffened, a pleasure cry as you took in the size of him.
His golden hues burned and bore into your own. His face was void of emotion as he drank in your excitement, disbelief, and shock. Waiting for you to obey him or cower and deny him. Waiting for you to scream and cry that he truly was a monstrous alpha and a primitive monster.... Just like the rest of the males and females before you whom he'd bedded in the past.
Your nostrils caught the inkling of tension and fear? His golden hues are gleaming and glowing into darker voids of metallic gold as he stalks towards you. "Obey or flee to your room, little omega." He warned as a beastly growl escaped his hard and firm, full mouth; his teeth and nails sharpening, then pointed a singular claw finger at the front double doors of his bedroom. "Before I pin you to the bed and consummate our marriage and mating bond tonight." His erection continues to pulse and bob between his muscular legs.
You hold your ground. You don't cower. You slip the straps off your shoulders, then trail your fingers over your goosebumped, covered flesh, tugging it over your breasts, then silky smooth and buttery soft material rubbing over your sensitive and aching nipples, drawing an unsteady breath from your kiss-swollen lips. Confusion written all over your face. Fighting off your overcurious mind and sinking deeper into the lust continuing to build inside you. For this male. For Kai Chisaki, your mate and husband. "I am not afraid of you, Kai." You feel your inner she-wolf rising, sensing her male internal anguish as invisible claws lazily caress beneath your already overstimulated body. "I had promised to fully accept whatever affection or plan you had for me." You bend over, yanking the material and your crotchless panties down, over your wide hips and letting the rest pool at your feet. Leaving you bare and naked before this dangerous, horny, and half-feral male. You keep eye contact, backing away to sit down on the giant, soft mattress. Leaning back, resting your head onto the pillow, spreading your legs wide and baring yourself for him. Your hot, weeping, and aching pussy, growing wetter before his searching and heated gaze. "I can't wait to feel your big, hard cock inside, Kai." You offer him a coy smile. Your cheeks are burning. Your body is simmering hotter as your eyes scan him up and down.
Kai observes you. Frozen, his free hand hanging limply at his side. He'd never seen a female look at him so calmly like that without being blindfolded, drunk, high off of aphrodisiacs, and forced to take him, accept him. Looking for a lie or deception. In a flash, he becomes too fast to detect, hovering over the edge of the bed before climbing on top of the bed, lowering himself to his knees, sitting on the balls of his feet, knees spread as he proceeds to palm and stroke himself with the same hand he'd used on you before. "What a brave little omega." He smirks, purring. His own hungry, unapologetic stare drinking in the roundness of your curves and soft fullness of skin.
One hand slithering down your body, fingers circling and pinching your own nipples and massaged, the other trailing lower to rub your own clit. "What a compliment from a yakuza." Your eyes become heavy-lidded, lust flickering and burning.
Footsteps ran down the corridor towards you and Kai, drawing your attention.
Kai's face drew dark with unmistakable, seething rage. "Someone had better be dying." He snarls, pulling his hand away from his length.
A hard knock echoed through the master suite.
Kai reached out and quickly covered you with a blanket. "Enter." He ordered, venom coating his tone, and his displeasure was crystal clear with his face fully uncovered.
Nemoto entered, dropping onto his knees and bowing his head. Pressing his masked forehead to the floor, his hands sliding along the floor as the man started to openly weep in earnest at his Alpha and Master's wrath. "Forgive me, Young Master." Nemoto whimpered. "The League is starting an all-out war on the harbor, trying to steal the ingredients for your latest experiment."
You turned your attention from Nemoto to Kai. You watched Kai's body tense, climbing off the bed, cursing beneath his breath and baring his fangs. "Those two cocky bastards dare to try and steal from me? Tonight, of all fucking nights." He marched towards the closet and dresser door, forcing them open and pulling out new clothes. "Who's on the front lines?" He asked, clicking his tongue, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Hawks, Chrono, and Katsukame." Nemoto blurts out, gasping for breath at his master's outrage and murderous intent leaking out of his body. "ReDestro is coming with backup." He continues trembling when he's met with silence.
Kai groans, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, quickly processing the chaos outside his territory. "Y/n." Kai calls out to you without meeting your confusion and disappointed gaze. "Forgive me, I must settle this petty squabble. Don't wait for me, bath and sleep."
"Yes, alpha." You mutter softly, watching your alpha and husband step into the master bathroom without another word.
Nemoto retreated without sneaking a peek at you. "Apologies, Mistress." He mumbles, begging for forgiveness.
"It cannot be helped." You reply, pressing the blanket closer to your naked body. Your cheeks are scalding. "My Alpha is a very powerful and busy man. I'm certain territorial disputes comes with the job, right?"
Kai quickly exited the bathroom, freshly showered, no lingering scent of you left behind on his skin or clothes, making your heart sink. "I'm sorry, my omega." Kai's voice became flat and monotone; his usual drawl and nonchalant demeanor returned as he put his spare bomber jacket on. "I'll keep my other coat here to keep you comfortable, and there are plenty of toys at the end of the bed." He gestures towards the leather seat at the foot of the bed.
He has a secret toy stash? You swallow thickly and nod your head. "Thank you, Kai."
"Everything is new, replaced and cleaned." He steps closer, cupping the side of your cheek and stealing a kiss. "Message me if I've forgotten something or need more masturbation material." He purrs, lowering his voice into a heated whisper, smirking when you flush a brighter shade of red and whimper. "Perhaps, you could record it? I'll study it and learn how to sexually pleasure you thoroughly."
You match his romantic gesture, raising a hand to caress his tense jaw, cupping his face. "Be careful out there and come back, okay?" You cling to him, stealing a heated kiss.
Kai bites your lower lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, his hands slithering down your aching body to fully knead and palm your ass before retreating. "Those bastards will become my next experiments if I catch them." He snarls against your lips as he pulls away, slipping into his red and gold plague mask.
You watch Kai become Overhaul and leave with Nemoto, the pair marching out of the room; the doors shutting firmly behind them as you release a breathless exhale.
The silence that fell over the master suite was deafening in the candlelit room.
The yakuza's bloodlust and fury lingered, polluting the grand master suite's previous musk of lust, pheromones, and carnal heat, leaving it feeling cold and silent... devoid of warmth. Your cheeks were still warm as you curled your legs to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs. "I'm torn, if I should be hating those league guys or relieved?" You mutter to yourself out loud. "If Kai had claimed me tonight and I became pregnant after the first time... he might never touch me again." Ugh, I'm the worst. You bury your heat into your arms, inwardly groaning in sexual frustration. "Goddamn, I haven't been this pent up since I'd accidently got walked in on by the guys." You were pre-heat masturbating, so close to climax when Katsuki opened your bedroom door, Hitoshi and Izuku close behind him. All six pairs of eyes were wide, faces blushing and staring at you fucked yourself with your knotted, dual vibrator. Needless to say, they never came into your room without knocking ever again... and using a secret code word.
Overhaul had lingered behind, listening to your frustrated grumbling. That new piece of information made all three males higher on his hit list. He was tempted to walk back in and fuck you senseless, fuck you on every single surface of his bedroom until all you could think about was him and his cock pounding hard and mercilessly into your pussy. The whites of his eyes were twin bottomless voids, and his golden irises were large and dilated into a molting, amber hue. Those fuckers got to see you naked before him? And you were still friends with them? Those perverted degenerates!
Overhaul briskly walked away, his hands clenched into fists, claws threatening to cut through his white gloves before he forced himself to calm down, lower his heartrate and his inner fury to cool into simmering embers. Overhaul began to wonder if he should take a week off vacation after this gang war is settled to please you until you can't walk out of bed when he finally does claim you. He'll take you somewhere isolated, far off the grid, at some high-end resort or hot springs, perhaps?
For now, he'll have to wait.
He's secretly giddy if you will take his suggestion to film a secret dirty video just for him, and no one else.
Back inside Kai’s master bedroom, your cheeks were still warm, but not enough for your heart rate to calm down and rest. That was the cruel part of being an omega. The anxiety and endless waiting for your alpha to return alive or in a body bag. You hadn't fucked him yet and still... your heart was twinging with worry, and your stomach was in hard, frustrating, bottomless knots. This sickness and unrelenting burning heat wouldn’t go away until you finally reached the orgasm. Your gaze lingered on the leather seat at the end of the bed; it had felt hollow when you sat on it. To think he had sex toys and who knows what else in there. You were curious. You began to fidget. He said you could use them, didn’t he? You crawled off the bed carefully, slipping on his discarded jacket and inhaling Kai's lingering scent. It helped calm you down, a tad. Not all, but enough to give you the liquid courage to tiptoe to the black leather storage bench and take off the top. "Holy fuck, he does have a collection of sex toys and bondage gear in here." You saw a knotted, dual vibrator, a singular knotted vibrator, red rope for shibari, anal plug, nipple clamps, a blindfold, massage oil, a clone, fake phallus that looked an awful lot like... "Did Kai use one of those clone a willie kits to make a copy of his own dick?"
You picked up the copy of Kai's cock.
You felt moisture trickle between your legs. "Oh my god, Kai's going to think I'm a whore, if I use this." You mutter to yourself, your cheeks burning. You pick up a towel that was conveniently in the bin, carrying it with you, along with the fake phallus, toy cleaner, and heating lube, and arrange them neatly on the bed.
You sigh, getting your own off the charger, unlock it, your thumb hovered over the camera button. Should you send nudes too? It wouldn't hurt. You bite your lower lip, click on video mode, set it on the phone stand, and hit play. "This is my first time making a sex video," you murmur sheepishly. "Please forgive the cringe, okay?"
---- end of chapter 4 ----
Damn, I didn't expect this chapter to be 13 pages. Oops.
Poor mc and Kai can't get a break huh?
Dabi and Tomura won't be happy when they find out you are married to Overhaul now.
Yakuza Ceo Boss Overhaul x PS Reader OmegaVerse: 💜Chapter 1 💜Chapter 2 💜Chapter 3
Chronosthais untied the blindfold from his masked eyes, stuffing the fabric into the pocket of his coat, handed you your file and purse back, and led you through hallways that were more bustling with more businessmen and women with bird masks than you'd ever seen before. You tried avoiding the ones looking, as they seemed the most surprised to see an omega following their chairman towards Overhaul's meeting room.
"Chronosthais?" You call out to the man in front of you. "Why is everybody staring?"
"Chrono." He said without meeting your gaze, staring anxious holes into his back. "You may call me Chrono for short, Miss L/n, if you make it through today's interview." He continued strolling down a series of hallways, then reached a set of double doors. "Hardly any other omega has made it past the sanitation room aside from you."
Were you the only one? That can't be right? You straightened your posture, trying not to linger in the hallway as Chrono held the door open for you to enter. "Thank you." You mumbled politely and came face to face with nine other masked men and an elderly man, whom you recognize from his pictures. Your instincts are going off. So many alphas were all in one room. It took everything to go against the basic instinct to kneel and present your unmarked neck before them in submission. "Good afternoon." You bow politely at a perfect angle, allowing your scent and shampoo to spread throughout the room.
Overhaul could smell you even through the air filter in his mask. Your pheromones clotted his nose, his breathing becoming shallow as he immediately stood up from his chair. "No." His golden, intense eyes were wide and dilated in shock and brightening into an even deeper, golden hue of liquid smoldering amber. "Impossible."
You raised your head. "Pardon?" You sensed it. A primal alpha as his eyes darkened, rounding the table and drawing closer. The fine hair on the back of your neck raised; your insides were buzzing and tingling with want, primitive need for this male. Your lips became a tight line, forcing yourself to remain standing and not to back away in fear. You didn't see any of the others in the room; nothing else existed except for this masked alpha wearing a red and gold plague mask. Overhaul. You recognized him now. Kai Chisaki was Overhaul.
Overhaul's eyes - his remarkable and hypnotic eyes seemed to glow with a cruel, cold, deadly edge and an otherworldly, feral need as he removed his mask. "Who are you, female omega?" He demanded, revealing the black duster mask beneath, muffling his voice, yet you could still hear the deep, low, smooth timbre of his voice with perfect clarity.
You grew tongue-tied as Overhaul prowled closer until he was less than a hand's reach from touching you, then began circling you. "I'm just me..." You whispered softly; your tongue felt thick and heavy watching his gaze drink you in and assessing you for a heartbeat longer than necessary. This male was arrogant and prideful, given the authority in his posture and voice, like any other full-blooded, purebred alpha from a long lineage and bloodline. "I'm just Y/n L/n, Overhaul, Sir." You glanced behind him at the other seated men standing behind him, then redirected your gaze forward.
Overhaul paused, circling; his lips grew into a pleased, arrogant smile as he laughed. "You know who I am?" He nodded in approval. "Good." He studied you again, your pulse racing beneath your skin and leaping when Overhaul's gaze met yours again. "This will speed things along." He tilted his head. "I assume that I need no formal introduction?"
You shook your head in answer. "No." You don't keep secrets from the CEO Boss who owns this building, who owns this city and might soon own your body, your life... for one whole year. You knew if you ran and showed him your back, he'd tackle you onto the carpeted floor and mark you within the blink of an eye. "No, alpha." You muttered softly, your words trembling slightly as you inhaled his addicting masculine scent, crisp, clean, amber and lemon hand lotion and hand sanitizer coming from beneath his white gloves.
The air around you two grew hotter, electrical and sparking.
A battle of willing and dominance clashing against you, an omega and this male, alpha.
Overhaul didn't want an omega who submitted to him and other alphas. He wanted a strong female who'd raise among other females. Challenge him; stimulating his mind as well as his body. Could you be the one? He released the restraint Overhaul had replaced on himself decades ago, on the old rusty lock holding his inner beast in place, allowing his inner beast to scent you. He could taste the sweet honey and apple bodywash your slashed on your body and the hint of vanilla and berries lotion mixing on his palate. Mine. His instincts whispered. My female. His body screamed. He found himself drooling as his wolf howled and growled. My omega. His beast calling to you, to your own inner she-wolf and omega heart.
You gasped. Your inner she-wolf answered, releasing an answering howl and melody as she rubbed beneath your skin. "Alpha, my alpha!" Your inner wolf wasn't as active as most omegas. You always assumed she was just a loner like yourself aside from Hitoshi, Katsuki, and Izuku.
You and Overhaul's world flashed into darkness.
You saw your she-wolf form run to Overhaul's larger wolf, a black wolf with metallic, liquid golden eyes. She wagged her tail, whining, rubbing her face into his midnight black fur coat, nuzzling him without fear or restraint. You were blushing in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, she isn't usually like this..." You trailed off.
Overhaul kept his gaze on you, and a chill went through you. "He doesn't either," He clicked his tongue. "I don't like others touching me." He mumbled calmly, then visibly shuddered, as if shaking off the invisible touch between your inner beasts.
"That's fair." You nodded your head, watching your inner wolf attempt to play with the larger wolf, twice her size. You had to force yourself not to laugh as you covered your hand, but Overhaul noticed. "Aren't they being ridiculous?" Your face became hot, and you began to sweat, and you fought the urge to fidget or shuffle your feet in place.
Overhaul snorted. "Agreed." Shrugging off their invisible touch a second time.
"What do we do now?" You ask, genuinely lost and slightly afraid.
A door magically appears and opens, leading to the outside world where your real bodies lie, waiting as your instincts continue to run wild and who knows what else.
"Don't worry." Overhaul says, heading towards the door first, turning his gaze on the glowing, white light. "We won't be mating tonight." Fighting his beast's inner howls and snarls to mark you and claim you, here, now. "Not until we are married." He whispers under his breath, more to his wolf, or himself, you weren't sure. Overhaul half turns, meeting your eyes again. "I may be many things the tabloids and dark whispers say about me, little omega, but I am not a brainless and heartless brute."
You notice the corner of his eyes crinkle. You wonder if he's smiling, a beautiful and appealing, a criminally charming smile? You don't know, but you are no longer as afraid as you were before. You offer your hand. "Then, please take good care of me, Overhaul."
Hesitantly, reluctantly, Overhaul does take your hand in a white-gloved one and leads you forward into the light.
The overhead fluorescent lights were suddenly too bright and blinding for your eyes as you gasped, now completely awake and conscious of every movement and of the heavy weight being pressed against your body. You found yourself on your back, pinned beneath Overhaul, when a male above you grasped your wrists high above your head as he continued breathing in your scent. "My omega," Overhaul growls, his voice a mix between human and his nonhuman, beastlike and husky baritone; sounding not of this world; the power of a true King of Alphas. His panting chest rising up and down, falling and squeezed against your own. "I've searched for you." He growled, the vibrations traveled down your neck, along your heaving breasts as they ached to for his touch. You were both half-mad, wild and high of each other's pheromones and hormones. Every muscle and inch of your body was covered in goosebumps, nipples taut and pointed into twin peaks. HIs claws ripped the carpet above your head. "Mine at last."
His body against your own, the hard and soft parts of him made your body continue to heat up with lightning, the temptation to grind your hips against his; heat continuing to pool between your thighs, aching, a low pitiful moan of agony and desperate slipped out of you. You lean your heavy, soft frame flatter onto the soft carpeted floor beneath you. "A-Alpha." You pant and release a strangled moan as his teeth scrape along the side of your neck. You felt his full mouth curve against your heavily heated and flushed skin. Meaning, he'd taken off his cloth mask at some point during the last time you were conscious and stuck inside that never-ending darkness. Remember, Y/n. You told yourself; you agreed to this... You aren't going to cry. You can't. Tears began stinging your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and splashing on the tip of Overhaul's tongue. You could feel something hot, harder than steel and throbbing between your legs, directly over your damp panties. If my first time with a male is going to be in his office, then I'll submit.
The male's eyes snap open, immediately tensing up and sitting upright as he scans his surroundings with a critical golden eye after the red, lust-filled haze had broken. Overhaul's auburn hair tousled, sticking to his forehead from a combination of sweat and your tears. Golden eyes wild yet lifeless all the same, calculating, burning with primal lust and liquid fire; then his pupils dimmed and shrank back into their usual smaller circles. He stared down at you, drinking in your pitiful, crying, and submissive form beneath him. "I promised we wouldn't mate tonight, little omega." He said at last, slowly coming to his senses, wiping the moisture from the corner of your eyes as he released a low purring rumble to help smooth and calm your nerves. "It appears my inner beast was trying to mark you without my permission." His jaw tightened; his cheeks coloring with shame. "For that, I hope you can forgive me." He growled again, a low and frustrated savage sound as his nostrils flared - breathing in your scent of distress, your arousal and need and fear drowning his senses.
Your hands tighten into the fabric of Overhaul's black shirt. You noticed you had accidentally ripped off some of the buttons; his way was torn off his own neck or overhauled by his quirk. It was only after you regained your breath and calmed down that the room felt eerily quiet. "W-Where'd your men go?" You stammered shyly. God, you wanted him everywhere, but now, wasn't the appropriate time.
Overhaul tilted his head up. "I'd guess they fled the moment; I'd jumped you, thinking we'd consummate here." He muttered out loud, slowly backing off you and taking his warmth. "Apologies, again." Overhaul replied, his eyes drifting to the side. "I tore your sweater."
You glanced down. He did tear your cream and white striped sweater dress. "It was my favorite." You pout, covering your chest. You knew your loose fitted, chunky, sweater dress helped shape your curves nicely without being too baggy; emphasizing your fully breasts, plush stomach and thick thighs.
"Here." Overhaul looked at you again, removing one of his gloves and using his quirk to fix your sweater dress. He waited for his skin to react to touching yours - the annoying, maddening red, irritation, itching, and hives that soon followed - and found none. "You... really are quirkless." Pulling up the sleeve of his button-up, no allergic reaction. "You're my fated omega and are pure." He said breathlessly, fascinated.
"Pure?" You repeat, meeting his gleaming, golden eyes wide in disbelief and confusion. You began to remember the question of quirkless and quirk user came into play. The angry warning. He truly did want a quirkless partner. But pure? You? That's absurd.
"Untainted by the world of quirks." Overhaul explained, his gaze scanning you up and down, reanalyzing and recalculating your value and usefulness apart from an omega to birth his heir. His mind tried to make sense of it all, after all of these years of searching; scouring the globe far and wide for a quirkless omega compatible with him. He's finally found the perfect match for him. "If I touch anyone with a quirk, I break out in hives." He muttered bitterly. "It's annoying."
You finally give him a reluctant nod. "I'm sorry to hear that." You mutter out loud, after thinking it over. The drawback to Overhaul's powerful quirk and god-level power. You would hate to never be able to touch your friends and family without breaking out into such a condition, even for a child, when touch is a very important part of their nature and development. "That sounds unfortunate." You couldn't bare it. Not being able to touch the people you loved. You stand up, slowly, tilting your head up and staring at his usual stoic and unreadable expression after he slipped on his cloth and plague mask.
His eyes lock with yours; he raises a brow in question as he regards you once more with his guarded yet emotionless mask. "It has its perks, too." He gives a deadpan expression. His expression hardens, his hands balling into fists at his sides as he seemed to battle an internal struggle. "Now that I've found you. It appears we will have to alternate our marriage contract and deal."
Your heartbeat sank and dropped into the pit of your stomach. "But... we hardly know it each to be mated for the long term." You breathed, lowering your eyes to search for your file. You found it underneath the wide table. You stepped close, crouched down, and crawled underneath it to pick it up, feeling Overhaul's heated stare on your backside. "Besides, I'm not a runway model; CEO Bosses usually bright on their arms at charities, fundraisers, and magazines."
"Public standards are too plain and boring." Overhaul scoffs, promptly replying. "I don't care what you look like as long as you are healthy and can hold your own within a crowded room of people."
"I'm not used to thousands of eyes staring holes at me like I'm a giant creamy cheesecake." You huff, retrieving your file and setting it onto the table. "People usually stare at me for no longer than a few seconds before getting out of my way or ignoring me."
Overhaul straightens his posture. "Becoming my wife and omega, nobody will turn you away or ignore you ever again." He remains calm yet firm. "You will become a CEO's Wife. You will be in the spotlight the moment everyone finds out that I'm no longer on the marriage market." Not to mention his enemies in the black market and Yakuza world.
Breathe. You told yourself. Breathe. Your old habits of public speaking and stage fright coming back to you in horrifying waves. You couldn't breathe. Your blood pressure and anxiety spiking into overdrive as you gripped the edge of the table for balance to stop your legs from shaking. You knew, if you tried to talk now, you'd stutter like a fool in front of his powerful male. Your eyes were watering as your gaze drifted to the floor. "I... can't." You said finally.
Overhaul scented your anxiety and fear, causing his own instincts and inner beast to rise. He noticed your body went rigid and tense, then trembling. He recognized that look. He inwardly sighed, went to his chair, pulling off his heavy, thick olive green, furred and feathered bomber jacket, and slowly walked back to you and threw his coat around your shoulders, engulfing you in his scent. "Calm down." He whispered quietly into your ear as he stepped away. "There will be plenty of time to practice public speaking and any other lessons you need."
Your fingers grazed the fabric of his jacket, immediately turning your head to breathe in his scent. Your heart rate skipped a beat, then calmed down, your eyes fluttering half-shut, your mouth quirking into a true, innocent smile. "Thank you, Overhaul." You knew the corporate world revolved around razor-thin people who starve themselves to say beautiful and underweight. Sure, a few plus size models and arts have made their mark within the world outside of this building, but you simply wanted to stay afloat without living life on survival mode for once. If you could make someone like Kai Chisaki, Overhaul happy for one year? Then it would have been worth it, right?
Overhaul. The way you said his villain persona with such sweetness. It fed his more eager, twisted, hungrier instincts. It was purely logical and rational for two strangers to enter a marriage contract of convenience in this age, a quirk marriage, or the old law of two yakuza heirs strengthening their family ties by a blood pact. He could appreciate your calmness beneath the recognition and fear washing over your face earlier; he'll give you that respect. You didn't scream or make a big scene.
Yakuza Ceo Boss Overhaul x PS Reader OmegaVerse: 💜Chapter 1 💜Chapter 2 💜Chapter 4
You stared at the intimidating building. You lowered your gaze to the address you had received in your email that you'd copied on your flower sticky note. "I hope this is right?" You rechecked the GPS on your phone. "Yup, this is it." You muttered to yourself, glancing back at the fancy building filled with multiple floors and glass windows. "Makes me wonder how up the ladder this guy is?" RavenHeart Corp. One of Japan's busiest, wealthiest pharmaceutical companies for the last decade after the new head CEO Overhaul took over his grandfather's... company? You wondered why the alpha's name sounded familiar? There's no way, right?
You were even surprised they answered so fast and texted you during your pillow fight, ahem, break with Izuku, Katsuki, and Hitoshi.
xxx-xxx-xx09: Miss Y/n L/n, congratulations, your application has been selected for an in-person interview. Would you be willing to meet today at 3pm? RavenHeart Corp's main headquarters?
"Oh, holy shit!" You freaked, nearly dropping your phone and nearly knocking over when Katsuki threw his pillow a little too hard. "Ow! Katsu!" You hissed, rubbing your aching head. "Damn, TNT Gorilla, you couldn't have thrown that a bit more gently."
"Oh, don't be such a baby." Katsuki clicked his tongue, linking his hands behind his head from his seat on the floor. "I didn't hit ya that hard."
"Who's that?" Shinso asked, popping up from his hiding place behind the couch.
"A possible job interview." You said without thinking. Well, you weren't lying. It really was a job: being mated with an alpha, marrying him, being married for a year and birthing his child... receiving money and a lump sum afterwards. You shifted your gaze back down to your phone, your cheeks burning. "They asked if I could make it today."
Izuku lowered his pillow, an understanding smile on his freckled face. "That's great. You should take it."
"Hold on." Hitoshi hopped over the back of the pouch and landed on the seat cushions. "What kind of job interview?" His inner instincts went off. "Why didn't you mention anything last night?"
"Why are you hounding her?" Katsuki turned his deep crimson eyes on the purple-haired male. "She needs the money, right? Why can't you be happy for her?"
All three of you were taken aback. You never would have expected Katsuki to come to your defense. Then again, he's fiercely loyal and overprotective of his own, small, inner circle. "Katsu." Your bottom lip wobbles, tears welling up.
"Don't you dare give me those crocodile tears, ya big baby." Katsuki countered, inwardly panicking.
Izuku rushed towards you and gave you a hug. "Go ahead and get ready; we will take over and see you when you come back, okay?" His head lay on your shoulder as he hugged you tight. You knew if Izuku had a tail, it would have been wagging.
That was Izuku's and Katsuki's approval. You raised your head and met Hitoshi's stare, his face pink. "Toshi?" You broke the hug and hesitantly stepped towards the indigo-haired male.
Hitoshi closed his eyes. Everything within him was telling him something didn't feel right. He went against his inner beast. "Fine, but call us as soon as the interview is over." He opened his violet eyes and met your own, bright eyes and smiling face. "We will pick you up and go out to eat for dinner, our treat, yeah?" His nonchalant expression broke into a small grin.
"Thank you, thank you, Toshi!" You exclaimed, running towards him and practically crawling into his lap, smothering him with kisses on the top of his forehead as you squeezed his face into your chest. "I'll repay you when I get my first paycheck, I swear!"
Hitoshi's body completely froze and locked up. "Don't mention it..." His face redder than before, his heart pounding loudly within his own ears. It took everything within him not to purr and nuzzle affectionately into your chest. You were so soft. He adored every curve. His arms finally, hesitantly wrapped around you as he allowed himself to be engulfed in your scent, happiness, and embrace. "Next time, please tell us sooner." He whispered, his grin falling as he reluctantly pulled away, tilting his head back to meet your eyes. "I... we... will always be here for you, kitten," Hitoshi said softly, his deep voice nearly cracking.
You brushed his hair aside, his long hair that you adored very much. "I'll always be here for you guys." You crawled off him, taking your warmth, scent, and weight with it. Not knowing you'd taken a tiny piece of their hearts too. "I've gotta hurry." You speed-ran down the hallway to change your clothes and take a shower. "Don't wanna be late!"
You didn't hear Katsuki's comment to Hitoshi as he held his furiously blushing face. "You gotta tell her sometime soon, troll doll, or some feral and bolder alpha is gonna steal'er away." The blonde pulls Izuku closer into his side, his own possessiveness and overprotectiveness nagging him and clawing to get out.
"I'm sure it will be fine." Izuku leaned back into his mate's embrace, purring to help ease his alpha's anxieties and temper.
Hitoshi lowered his hand away from his face, forcing a fist of determination. "I'll wait until the mourning period is over." He muttered to himself, a hopeful gleam burning hot within his deep violet eyes. Katsuki threw a pillow dead smack in Hitoshi's face. "The hell's that for?" Hitoshi glared at the spiky-haired blonde.
Katsuki sported a cocky smirk. "There's our troll doll, asshole."
"Blow it up your ass, Katsuki," Hitoshi growled, activating his quirk to mind control the blonde.
Dammit, that's cheating! Katsuki snarled within his head.
"You are on book duty, now, hop to it." Hitoshi ordered, smirking. "Izu, don't help him."
Izuku let go of Katsuki. "Alright." He watched Katsuki obey Hitoshi like a zombie, bending down to pick up the boxes full of heavy books by himself. "But... was that really necessary?" He shuddered, remembering the last time Shinso brainwashed him.
You walked into the building; people were coming and going, talking to each other or on their phones, or using Bluetooth earbuds as you stepped closer to the front desk. "Excuse me?" You swallowed and clutched your file closer to your chest. "Am I in the right building?"
A blonde woman with amber cat-like eyes and matching fangs greeted you with a bright smile. Her hair was in twin messy buns, yet she still looked cute in her oversized sweater and navy tennis skirt. "I'm not sure. What are you here for?" She chirped. "I'm Himiko Toga, receptionist for RavenHeart Corp." She reached over and shook your hand. "Who are you here to see?"
"Uhh..." Your cheeks were bright red, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening, lowering your voice to an audible whisper just between you two. "I was instructed to be here after answering the aid."
Toga tilted her head to the side. "The aid?" The beta blinked.
You inwardly groaned. "You know the aid?" You tried again. "For the omega bride wanted?"
Her eyes sparkled. "Oh, you are one of them?" She covered the lower half of her face with the back of her sleeves. "Oh, honey, there's no need to be so shy." She giggled to herself, her grin widening.
"It's rather embarrassing, if I'm being honest." You pressed your lips together, frowning.
Toga lowered her hands, giving you a warm smile. "Right this way, please." She turned towards her coworker. "Ochaco, can you take over for me, sweetie?" She said sweetly, giving her girlfriend and mate a love-drunk smile.
A brunette with round, natural blushing cheeks and matching chocolate brown eyes answered. "It's quieter than normal today," Ochaco answered, leaning over and giving her mate's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Thank you!" Toga cheered, hugging her mate and placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. "I'll be back."
You smile. Awe, they are so cute. You feel Toga tug on your sleeve gently and silently signaling for you to follow after her in the giant floor-to-ceiling, black metal and glass window elevator behind the front desk. "Is the owner a very private person, I take you?" You asked shyly, your attention drifting and studying the pristine and clean black and white marble walls and floors. The smell of fresh wax and lemons? Well, lemon pledge is a popular floor cleaner, you thought, mentally shrugging. It smelled nice.
"That's one way to put it." Toga agrees, pressing the elevator button, which read her fingerprint with a scanner. "He's very.... antisocial, the boss, I mean." She backs away as the elevator door opens. "But you will see for yourself, won't you?"
"What? You aren't coming?" You blink, meeting Toga's teasing yellow gems.
"Not today, I'm afraid." Toga shrugged. "Chronostasis, the boss's second in command, will lead you towards the sanitation room before meeting Overhaul and Gramps." She noticed your nervousness, panting your back, and gave a tender push towards the elevator.
Your heart leaped hard within your chest. Oh, that's why his name sounded familiar. Overhaul, the big boss of this company! "Wait? What?" You were inwardly panicking and trying to remain calm, even if your distressed pheromones were leaking out of your body. "Toga, you don't mean, Overhaul, the stone-cold tyrant, do you?" Your soft and warm eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.
"Of course, you are meeting Overhaul... who did you think you were...?" Toga tilted her head, quickly putting the pieces together, her mask of professional sweetness dropping. Her own yellow cat-like gaze widened. "What? You didn't know?! And you still came here?"
You furiously shook your head. "Nope."
The elevators began to close.
"Ugh, any advice?" You swallowed and all but begged. Clutching your file closer to your chest without crushing it.
"Whatever you do, be honest and yourself, okay!" Toga gave you a thumbs up as the thick, metal and glass door closed.
You could see her, but she couldn't see you. It was a one-way moving mirror. "That basic advice wasn't helping at all!" You moaned, covering your furiously heated face with one hand. You peeked through your fingers, watching Toga's figure disappear the higher you went up. She apparently couldn't hear you either. Oh, great, it's soundproofed too. I don't know if I should be grateful or freaked out more? "Well, I made a commitment, and I'm gonna see it through." You sighed, running your hand through your hair. "Be myself?" You mutter to yourself, unaware that all members of the Shie Hassaikai, Overhaul, and Pops were watching from the camera hidden within the elevator. "Oh boy. Why don't I just strip and show the man himself my embarrassing birthmark of a star on my ass while I'm at it?"
Overhaul raised a thin brow at that.
Chrono, Mimic, and Rappa silently were snickering.
Pops looked amused. "Well, isn't she a cute and earnest one?"
Overhaul began to wonder if he had selected the wrong choice? "She's a nervous talker, it seems." He muttered, leaning his elbow on the leather armless of his chair, his thumb grazing over the scar across the side of his forehead, absentmindedly. "That will become an annoying habit to break."
"She just needs more confidence, is all," Pops advised, sounding in good humor. "And patience from you, Kai."
Overhaul scoffed, inwardly sighing. From the very moment you entered the elevator, something inside the mob boss shifted; his inner beast grew restless, furiously rubbing beneath his skin, forcing the alpha to inwardly snarl and growl for his beast to cease his pacing and useless squirming. The giant black wolf inside of him, with large, sharp teeth and golden, intense eyes, met him within the never-ending darkness of himself. The beast huffed and gave a lower, level growl. Overhaul blinked, returning back to the present, watching you exit the elevator and into the sanitation room where Chrono waited.
"Miss L/n?" Chrono asked flatly.
"Yes, sir?" You replied, hesitantly stepping off the elevator as the doors immediately closed shut, leaving you in this room with a steampunk masked male, wearing a white raincoat in doors?
"I am Chronostathis." He greeted, no hint of warmth in his tone. All business and professional. "Overhaul's right-hand man. If for any reason you need anything, you may call me, if you force the marriage contract."
You offer Chronostathis a small, polite, and genuine smile. "Please take care of me, if I pass whatever tests Overhaul plans for me."
Overhaul's inner beast did not like that you smiled at Chrono. A wave of possessiveness and jealousy made his jaws snap and grind. "What the fucking hell is wrong with you today?" Overhaul grinds his teeth, his free gloved hand flexing and curling, his claws threatening to come out.
Pops heard his grandson, which drew his attention. "Something wrong, son?"
"Not me. Him." Overhaul grumbled, silently sneering beneath his gold and red plague mask.
The elder hummed, stroking his chin. "Could it have something to do with the young lady being close to Chrono, instead of you?" His interest grew.
"He's probably in one of his moods." Overhaul waved it off and relaxed, shifting his attention to you giving Chronostathis your file, purse, and shoes as you began to strip right in the middle of the lobby. Overhaul felt a jolt of excitement flood his veins. Silently alarming him. Excitement? Now? Why? He felt it. Red hot and burning liquid heat knotting and twisting, spreading in his abdomen. It was too soon for his heat to hit. His cheeks, back of his neck, and tips of his ears were burning. The brunette heard his inner wolf give a low, rumbling purr of approval and appreciation. Overhaul's eyes snap to your nude form, watching the last layer of undergarments molding your plushness, thick curves as you took off your bra first. His attention shifted around the room. All of the men were blindfolded. Giving you respect, even Chrono himself. Leaving only Overhaul to witness such otherworldly loveliness.
The moment your full, lush breasts were free, Overhaul's breath hitched, and his face burned hotter. He gripped the armrest tight and white-knuckled, which was ridiculous. He'd seen plenty of beautiful males and females naked in the past, begging for his attention, during strip clubs or soap lands. He never felt an immediate loss of control before. Why was his inner wolf threatening to break off his tight leash, and some inkling, annoying whisper within the Alpha, CEO mob boss wanting to kneel down before your nude body, wanting to worship every extra pound, every stretching mark, freckle, and plush, tempting softness? Overhaul swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. Did he have a preference for bigger women? He never gave it much thought before. A larger woman who wouldn't break beneath his raw primal power, weight, might and hands, if he became too rough in bed. Could take his length and knot without breaking them?
You turned around in a slow circle, chubby cheeks red with earnest embarrassment, which he found cute.
Overhaul blinked. Cute? Dammit, his grandfather's words were jammed into his head. Cute was not in his vocabulary, but apparently now, it was. The moment he saw your rear. Overhaul pressed the mic on clipped to his tie. "Chrono."
Chrono answered. "Yes, Overhaul?"
"Command the female omega to bend over and present herself." Overhaul ordered.
Pops couldn't help but comment. "Caught something, you like?" He hummed, chuckling to himself.
"We need to be thorough for any possible defects, Pops." Overhaul answered smoothly, his face on fire. His pants became tighter, his lower half throbbing and half-mast as he bites back a growl.
"Does the little female have a star on her ass, boss?" Rappa asked, genuinely curious. "If you don't want her, can Katsukame and me share her?"
If you were thrown at them, would you break? The thought of sharing you enraged his inner wolf and beast. "Haven't you two already had your fill of the last half a dozen males and females I gave you?" Overhaul commented.
"Yeah, but that was a month ago, boss," Katsukame spoke up this time.
"I told you, you were being too rough, you two brutes." Tengai sighed.
"No, you were too high on pussy that you-" Deidoro corrected, in between laughing and drinking his sake while blindfolded. "Begged the female to ride you harder, hehe."
"Says the drunk whinner to butt chug before getting pegged?" Mimic threw in his two cents, snapping at the drunkard.
"Do I need to duck tap all of your fucking mouths too?" Overhaul snapped, his purebred, alpha pheromones swarming the room in a mist of black and purple as his inner beast roared for obedience. His piercing eyes rotated throughout the now quiet boardroom, then returned to your bent-over form. You did have a birthmark in the shape of a star on your ass. Overhaul didn't know if he wanted to touch it, kiss it, or bite your rear to leave his teeth marks there. A semi-permanent claim of ownership. His gaze focused on your sex and lower lips, the patch of hair, and your hole leaking arousal and slick. Overhaul closed his eyes, taking a long, steady breath, and pressed the mic again. "Chrono." He cleared his throat, forcing his voice and heart rate to calm and slow to a steady beat. "Presentation over." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbling. "Bring her in."
"Yes, Overhaul, sir," Chrono said, a hint of a teasing tone in his voice. "She catch your fancy, boss?" He lowered his voice into a whisper, covering the mic as you appeared too busy, quickly getting redressed to notice.
"Don't start, Hari." Overhaul hissed, releasing his fingers off the mic. His whole body shuddered and thrummed before relaxing, forcing all of his lustful thoughts and instincts to drop to zero as the camera outside the boardroom cut off the live feed.
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Okay 🫣 To give more context, this is my first time deep diving into the omegaverse, even if all of my other fated mates and monster lovers series have omega verse themes and common tropes. I'm basically throwing Kai and mc back to bare basics 🤭 Hope you enjoy the ride?
Let me know what you think mc should smell like to Kai?
Sylus recording himself fucking you in doggy style, your hair perfectly wrapped around his calloused fingers, his knuckles white. He makes sure the angle shows the way your ass shakes with every connection of his hips, makes sure Zayne can see how tight he's tugging on you. Oh and don't forget the glimpse every so often of his thick length spreading you open and disappearing deep in your cunt. And, naturally, your pretty back is on perfect display, littered in his bites and scratches.
He sends it to Zayne, with your permission of course, while he's still balls deep inside of you. "Wish you were here with us, don't you, Doc?" With a cheeky little crow emoji and just tosses the phone off to the side of the bed, watching Zayne's contact blow up his screen with a little smirk because he knows he is so in for it when Zayne gets off work.
The worst part is when you look back and make eye contact with the camera and pout a little and go "He's being s-so mean Zayne...won't you come home? I miss your cock..." and with your teary eyed face? He's going to RACE HOME and tie Sylus to the cuck chair so he can watch Zayne show him how to really make you cum
Kai Chisaki, Overhaul, doesn't have time for dates. Not when he has to run his family's corporation during the day and their crime syndicate by night. His grandfather keeps pushing him to settle down, marry, and create an heir. If he wished to inherit his family's generations of wealth and inheritance, he needs a wife and a child within a year, or else the entire Shie Hassaikai and their corporate million-dollar company will be passed over to Kai's reckless, gold-digging harpy of a stepsister.
In a world of quirks, alphas, betas, and omegas, Overhaul is very picky about his future spouse's specifications.
After completing a highly security-coded online survey by La Brava, you happened to stumble upon the ad when you misclicked on a regular job interview.
Omega Bride, wanted. It said. One year of marriage; must produce an heir within the following time frame before the end of the marriage contract. Prenatal care, medical examinations, birth, post-partum, and childcare will all be covered outside the final payment. Monthly allowance included.
You were drowning in your father's unpaid debt.
Your mother's medical bills. God, bless her soul for seeing anything in your jackass of a flirtatious father.
All the money your mother had saved before her passing? Gone. Your father even gambled your betrothal and bridal gifts.
With only four hundred dollars in your bank account, you wouldn't be able to last until the end of the month.
After taking a deep breath, closing your eyes and mentally praying to every god above, you hit send after completing the survey. You would have to wait with your updated medical records in hand.
Chapter 1
You had quietly lived your life as an omega for thirty years.
Taking your scent blockers religiously.
Gotten through every heat alone without an Alpha.
Your adult, vibrating fake phallus with a detachable false knot had become your go-to during your heats.
Now... Now, you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You need money. And you needed it fast.
You stared at the page you had misclicked. Your face flushed a deep shade of red. You've heard of Alpha's posted wanted lists for Omegas. But you never gave them a second thought or glance before. You figured the rich Alpha didn't want a plus size omega; they'd want a thinner female. You didn't hate your curves per se. You had noticed the glances or creepy leers from older or younger and curious alphas. You didn't want an alpha that didn't know what he was doing. You didn't want one who was labeled as a chubby chaser either. Someone who was well-mannered, well-groomed, could take care of themselves and their home without expecting you to juggle all of the housework while rearing children. Or perhaps would help lighten your load. Pamper you. Would love to snuggle into your curves.
Or perhaps you were being more greedy than most omegas?
Too picky?
You sigh. Staring at the survey. Omega Bride, wanted. It said. One year of marriage, must produce an heir within the following time frame before the end of the marriage contract. Prenatal care, medical examinations and checkups, birth, post-partum, and childcare will all be covered outside the final payment. Monthly allowance included.
You should back click. It sounded too good to be true. Could be scam.
You should forget about it; however, you really needed the money.
You were drowning in your father's unpaid debt.
Your mother's medical bills. God, bless her soul for seeing anything in your jackass of a flirtatious father. Perhaps it's because of him that you've remained unmated and unmarried for so long. Secretly unable to trust another male with your well-being and heart, let alone your body.
All the money your mother had saved before her passing? Gone. Your father even gambled your betrothal and bridal gifts. The dress your mother handmade specifically for you after altering her own wedding dress, a simple cream-white, filled with chiffon and lace, made into a ball gown, your favorite. Sold. It wasn't the money, bridal gifts, and dowery that broke your heart... it was your wedding dress. That was the last straw. Your patience and rationality snapped as you all but clawed your own father's face within hours of your mother being buried in her grave.
"After everything mother ever did for you," You spat, snarling, angry, burning tears threatening to fall, but your stubbornness and pride refused to forgive him. "You had the nerve to sell my things? My one hope of finding a match whenever I was ready?!"
"You've been unmated and unmarried well past your presentation, Y/n." Your father dared shove it in your face. Pointing an accusing finger at you. Looking at you, as if you were the one to blame and not him. "Better selling it to a ready, worthy female than sitting in your closet and collecting dust." He scoffed, looked you dead in the eye, and said the honest, cruelest thing that nearly broke your own heart into a million pieces. "Your mother's hard work and masterpiece going to waste."
This is why you and your father clashed. He wanted you to size down. He thought you were an embarrassment. You never listened. Your mother loved you regardless. She said you were beautiful and cute just the way you were. "You took away my choice!" You didn't care if your argument reached the ears of your mother's closest friends, your few remaining, living relatives, or your friends. Who you knew looked at you in pity and grew angry on your behalf. Especially Izuku, Katsuki and Hitoshi. Your three male best friends. Who your father had the nerve to ask during dinner one night if you were sleeping with all three of them?! You had stormed off without finishing dessert. That's how your mother, Izuku, Katsuki, and Hitoshi knew you were more than upset. You were enraged and beyond humiliated. That had been the last family dinner with your mother and... your father ruined it after you had busted your ass off to make a buffet of food for everyone, even after deigning Izuku's and Katsuki's help.
That had been a month ago.
With only four hundred dollars in your bank account, you wouldn't be able to last until the end of the month.
You knew your best friends would help you out if you asked. But you didn't want to bother them. Izuku and Katsuki were currently trying to get pregnant, and Hitoshi was single... yet you two always remained friends. There was an inkling long ago... but it never went anywhere, so you let it be. It wasn't meant to be.
After taking a deep breath, closing your eyes and mentally praying to every god above, you hit send after completing the survey. You would have to wait with your updated medical records in hand.
You told yourself you never wanted to sell your body for a piece of the good, pedigree life. Now? You were running out of options. Out of time. You flickered your gaze to your desk. A picture of you on your eighteenth birthday, your mother and your father... all before she became deathly ill. Cancer. You bit your lower lip. "Oh, mom." You whisper to yourself. You reach over and gently lay the photo flat onto the desk. "You don't wanna see your daughter make a fool of herself."
You clicked on the button to start the survey.
A basic profile of the Alpha in question appeared on the screen.
Your brows furrowed. There was a picture of young male of narrow build with short, shaggy, auburn hair wearing a black cloth duster mask, black button-down dress shirt, white tie, three piercings in his left ear. "Well, he looks more presentable than I expected." You smile, "Right, Mom?" You drag your gaze down his face again, or what you can see from the singular picture. You notice his eyes are thinner than most, irises are intense, small, and golden, with relatively long lower, slightly beautiful eyelashes and small, thin eyebrows. The last thing you noticed was the small scar on the left side of his forehead. "It's a shame that I can't see the lower half of his face, but... I guess." You hum to yourself, tilting your head in thought. "He has the right to cover or reveal his face to whoever he wishes." Which makes sense, given you never know what germs another person, let alone a stranger, is carrying while out and about. "Especially, strangers."
You review what's written about him.
Name: Kai Chisaki
Age: Twenty-seven years old.
Marital Status: Unmarried.
Matehood Status: Unmated.
Hair Color: Brown hair.
Eyes: Golden eyes.
Birthday: March 20th
Hobbies: Collecting medical journals
Likes: reading, working, and personal space.
Dislikes: personal space invaded, filth, and cluttered spaces.
"At least, he's clean and tidy." You purse your lips. "That's better than most males out there." Could he be a germ nut and antisocial? "Guess it's better than an overly clingy, possessive, overly jealous, and feral male."
Touya Todoroki, or Tomura Shigaraki, came to mind. Those two males who bullied you in high school. Who your mother tried to convince you that they "liked" you.
"Fat chance. mom." You snorted as you helped your mom make homemade cinnamon rolls, your hands, apron, and face covered in flour. "I wouldn't tie the knot with those two, even if somebody paid me a million dollars."
"Teenage males aren't great at expressing themselves, if they fall head over heels for someone." Your mother chuckled. "Your father couldn't have hidden it whenever he pulled my pigtails, then would sport the reddest face ever whenever I looked at him."
"I can handle a bully, if it's playful, but not abusive, Mom." You frowned, your heart aching and threatening to reopen old wounds.
"I'm not saying how you should live your life, baby." Your mom leaned over and placed her hand in your own. Her eyes darted to Izuku, Katsuki, and Hitoshi was helping your dad try to get up a new bookshelf. The stubborn old man wouldn't ask for help, so all three younger males helped anyway. "You will know the one whenever you see them. Whoever he or she is." Your mom returned to her work. "I want you to be happy and looked after whenever I'm gone, is all."
You blinked away a new wave of burning tears, sniffing, and found more random pictures underneath with simple descriptions.
Kai Chisaki covering the lower half of his face with his hand, glaring at the camera.
Kai Chisaki as a child walking beside an elder man.
"Could be his father or grandfather?" You smile.
Kai Chisaki and a silverish-grey-haired youth with arrows on their head, eating ice cream and crepes. Kai picking a banana one and Hari, a strawberry, chocolate, and banana one, during a school festival.
"Good to know he had a friend out there." You giggle.
You see a picture of adult Kai, his father or grandfather, a woman with silver-white hair, and a little girl with a slight horn standing between all of them, smiling an adorable sheepish smile.
You stared at the caption: Pops, Kai, his half-sister Yae, and his niece, Eri.
You noticed, unlike Kai's other pictures, this one... his body looked hard and rigid as if.... "He was forced to take that picture." You muttered out loud. You looked over Yae's and Eri's smiles. Yae's was picture perfect, practiced. Eri's was shy, uncomfortably shy. "Don't judge, Y/n." You whispered to yourself, scrolling to the bottom of the page.
The empty boxes staring holes at you as you filled them out and then added a descent picture of yourself, you and your mother.... then uploaded the photo of your eighteenth birthday, typing underneath: My favorite memory.
You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to breathe. C'mon on, girl. You can do this. You tell yourself. At most, you've only wasted an hour, and the worst this Kai Chisaki person can say is no, right? You open your eyes, noticing you've accidentally missed a question.
Quirk or Quirkless?
Warning: Lying about being labeled quirkless or having a quirk will force the omega applicant in question off the premises immediately.
You blink. Your lips part as your heart hammers within your chest. "Who in the world would lie about being quirkless or possessing a quirk?" You ignore the whispers in the back of your head nagging at you to back out and forever ever filling out this survey and aid.
You click: Quirkless.
You knew most powerful Alphas wanted an omega with an equally powerful quirk.
Unlike most of the population, you were quirkless since birth. After taking a deep breath, closing your eyes, and mentally praying to every god. You quickly hit the submit button before your nerves and shaky hands got the best of you. "There." You whisper softly, licking your lips. "It's done."
Now all you can do is wait after getting a copy of your recently updated medical records and futility chart.
Your phone laying on top of your current romance book, went off.
Your group chat with Izuku, Katsuki, and Hitoshi appeared on the screen, drawing your attention off the computer home screen. You reach over, gently setting your laptop to the side and grin as you answer. A four-split-screen window flickered on your phone screen, showing you and your three besties. "Hey guys." You greet laying down on your bed and stretching, covering a yawn from escaping. "Ouch, my back hurts."
"Were you lifting heavy boxes again, kitten?" Hitoshi sighed; his sleepy, heavy-lidded indigo eyes met your teary-eyed gaze as you wiped away moisture wetting your lashes. "You know we'd all come back to help you pack up your mom's stuff."
"I'm almost done, Toshi." You stick out your tongue playfully.
"How much is almost done, nerd?" Katsuki grunts, lifting weights, working out in his and Izuku's home gym. That's typical Katsuki Bakugo. Mean, blunt, and leaving no room for bullshit. The blonde turned his head, his deep crimson orbs unsurprised by your silence or blushing, guilty face. "Well?" He raised a judging brow.
"Kaachan," Izuku whispers, chastising his mate and husband. The green-haired, bright, gentle green-eyed male frowns before giving you a sheepish and apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Y/n." He speaks at you from his spot in the kitchen as he cooked his favorite meal for himself and Katsuki, Katsudon - or deep‑fried pork cutlet, served on a bed of rice with shredded cabbage, a sweet‑savory sauce, and a beaten egg on top. You don't blame him. His mother's recipe is to die for. You have to remind Izu to save you some. As if reading your mind, Izuku chuckles softly. "Don't worry, I'll make extra for you too, Y/n."
Your smile returns and brightens tenfold. "Oh, bless you, kind Izu." You giggle, giving the greenlette a one-handed hand gesture of thanks.
"But in all seriousness," Hitoshi cuts in, getting back to the topic at hand. "If you need help, just say so." You hear Toshi's cat Momo purr and meow, begging for his attention. "Yes, Momo." The purple-haired male chuckles, picking up the purring and furiously cat-kneading his pant leg. "Alright, alright, hold still wouldya." The two-year-old rescue, fluffy cat with peach colored fur and a pink nose, became close to you and Hitoshi after you both saved her from a homeless shelter.
"Awe, hey there, baby." You blow kisses at the cat as she purrs louder and rubs her head across the phone screen, then attempts to paw at your hand through the screen, nearly knocking the phone out of Hitoshi's hand.
"She's not going to pet you through the screen, Momo." Hitoshi sighs, tiredly.
You giggle anyway. "I'll come by soon, sweet girl." Momo curls into a ball in Hitoshi's lap, purring in contentment and nuzzling into his purple and black cat-covered sweatshirt you got him for Christmas a couple of years back.
"Okay, now that our peach queen has said hello, where are you at in packing up everything?" Hitoshi started again. Clearly not taking no for an answer.
"I'm still swamped." You admit at last. Your heart sank. You have to sell the house and anything that isn't nailed down or too personal to sell or give away. "I keep staring at mom's pictures, and I get all depressed and overwhelmed."
"You gotta haul ass." Katsuki reminded, wiping his heavily flushed, exerted, and sweaty forehead with the towel sitting around his neck. He glances at the calendar on the wall. "Deku and me have the day off tomorrow, if you want us to come over in the mornin'." He mumbles before chugging a few deep mouthfuls of his gigantic black and silver water bottle.
"I can take a half day." Hitoshi offers, staring down at his smart watch.
"Oh, Toshi, you don't have to, really." You know the purple haired male worked hard and barely got sleep as it is as an underground hero.
"It's fine, Y/n." Hitoshi waved you after, already typing fast on his phone after making the grope call smaller. "Besides, I'm sure Aizawa threatened to bash my head into a brick wall if I didn't use any of my vacation days anyways."
"You were always teacher's pet, troll doll," Katsuki added, leaving his workout room and trudging through the house until he joined Izuku in the kitchen, exited the call, and focused his attention on Izuku's phone on the phone stand.
"Says the firecracker who interned with Best Jeanest and Edgeshot." Hitoshi threw back, clicking his tongue, smirking as he added, "And still couldn't fix his bad attitude."
"You wanna rematch eyebags?!" Katsuki yelled into the phone screen. "Bring it! I'll kick y'er ass!"
"Kaachan, calm down!" Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki's middle and yanked him back; now both of them were covered in flour.
"Don't tell me to calm down, Deku, when this shithead started," Katsuki growled, baring his teeth and fangs.
Of course, Hitoshi couldn't allow the blonde pomeranian to have the last word. "And I'mma finish it too, little chihuahua."
"Who the fuck are you calling little?!" Katsuki roared.
"We'll see you guys tomorrow, okay?" Izuku gave a sheepish smile and ended the call before Katsuki would snap his phone in half or blow up their kitchen. Again.
"Toshi, why do you have to antagonize Katsu like that?" You frown, watching the purple-haired man, who's usually cool-headed and collected, act like a smartass and add fuel to Katsuki Bakugo's already easily lit bonfire. "You know the doctors told him he needs to watch his blood pressure."
"Don't blame me for spouting the truth." Hitoshi pet Momo, leaning back into his seat on the couch.
It took less than twenty hours for your application and survey to reach the hands of Overhaul himself.
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Kai Chisaki stares at the endless print out applicants piling his desk. It's all he's been staring at for hours. All of these runway models or cocky, two-faced, snobby rich bitches and assholes who'd do drugs from the black market, go to underground strip clubs and group orgy parties, blowing their daddies' money like an endless, unlimited bank account. All labeled under "entertainment." The Alpha felt his brows furrow; his lips pull back into a sneer of disgust beneath his black duster mask.
After completing a highly security coded online survey by La Brava, he paid the hacker to create an application survey to help speed up the process of finding a temporary wife.
Overhaul doesn't have time for dates. Not when he has to run his family's corporation during the day and their crime syndicate by night. His grandfather keeps pushing him to settle down, marry, and create an heir. If he wished to inherit his family's generations of wealth and inheritance, he needs a wife and a child within a year, one year. Or else the entire Shie Hassaikai and their corporate million-dollar company will be passed over to Kai's reckless, gold-digging harpy of a stepsister.
Kai pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the oncoming migraine from spreading. "Jesus fucking Christ, are all of these applicants either druggies, manwhores, harlets, and a social embarrassment as that black-hearted harpy?" He grunted, opening his eyes, narrowing and snarling beneath his mask as he locked eyes with Mimic and Chrono.
"A lot of our rivals and partnered gangs and sister companies are all here, Kai." Chrono sighed, stripping off his plague, steampunk mask, and raincoat hours ago. "Guessin' some heavy, high-paying clients want to plot a hostile takeover after having your kid." Only Hari and Mimic were allowed within the eight bullets to say Kai's given name and allowed in his presence. The two have known him since he was a child.
"It's been harder and harder to find a perfectly normal omega these days." Mimic huffed, carelessly tossing a stack of photos on the coffee table. The mini, talking plague doctor plush took a deep breath to calm his temper. "Male or female."
All three Yakuza inwardly groaned in frustration and exhaustion. Hours and words on the paper were blending together, making their eyes hurt. If Kai couldn't pick a candidate, then his grandfather would pick for him, and Kai didn't want that.
"There's got to be someone desperate yet normal enough to produce an heir for me." Kai groans, clamping his eyes shut. "Someone quirkless would be nice." In a world of quirks, alphas, betas, and omegas, Overhaul is very picky about his future spouse's specifications.
"Kai, you know there's a one in a thousand chance that an omega is born quirkless." Chrono brought it up gently. "Let alone not involved with the yakuza."
Mimic stared blankly at the next set of photographs until he landed on yours. "Holy shit, I found her!" His bloodshot eyes widened. "Boss, I found one!" He hopped across the sofa and landed on top of Kai's desk.
Kai raised his sharp, golden, and tired gaze. "This had better be good." He held out his hand for Mimic to hand him the paper in his awaiting gloved hand. "Let's see."
Mimic handed Overhaul the paper.
He scanned its contents quickly before rereading it and glancing at your photos on the back side of the document. "Hobbies: Baking, reading, and reviewing cafes and restaurants?" The CEO and mafia boss raised a thin brow. "She's a foodie, a bookworm, and a blogger basically." He rolled his eyes. "We need an omega that's not going to tarnish our public image."
"Yes, but she could raise our demographic and bring in new viewers and customers to Pop's favorite restaurant," Chrono said, threading his fingers, throwing his hair as he stood, digging for his cigarettes in his back pocket. "I'mma go have a long overdue smoke break."
"Don't leave your cigarette butts in the flowerpots again." Kai reminded, waving his second in command off. "Pops scold me last time when they weren't mine."
"Hey, that wasn't me; it was Mimic." Chrono paused, halfway turning and pointing at the moving plush.
"I didn't -" Mimic sneered.
"Enough," Kai released a low growl, digging his gloved fingers into his pounding and aching head. He's trying to quit smoking, and his two fellow smokers aren't helping. One, his grandfather keeps nagging. And two, he'll need to quit before his future wife becomes pregnant. "Come back, clean up, and then we can call it quits for tonight. Y/n L/N. The mob boss repeats the name; his masked mouth quirks. Perhaps, if you were lucky, you will become his spouse for a year.
Folding laundry in nothing but one of his more casual shirts, something that looks absolutely massive on you but fits him like a glove. Your shared bed is an organized mess of assorted and categorized folded clothes that you then need to put away into their rightful homes.
But, Sylus? Sylus has other plans when he sees you.
Watching your hips sway, humming some song as you reach for the next item of clothing. Your shirt - his shirt - swishing around your mid-thigh, inching upwards in a way that he swears its the universe teasing him. You don't even flinch when he's sudden engulfing you.
"Thought you were just gonna watch me all day." You murmur, still attempting to fold the pair of jeans you had just tugged from the basket. Arms raised to allow him space as his biceps encircle your middle, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
"I could have, but I got too tempted." You laugh, tilting your head into his embrace as you hold the half folded jeans outward. "Too tempted by me just standing here, folding my laundry? That's all it takes?"
You feel something akin to a laugh and a groan swirled into one vibrating your neck. His grip on you tightens just a fraction. "You just have to look at me the right way, sweetie, and I'm done for." You smile then, leaning more of your weight back and turning your head into his.
"Is that so?"
"Sylus...!"
Your neatly folded clothes had been so carelessly discarded, thrown about the bed and floor as if they hadn't been there at all. You were nearly drooling into one of your own cardigans, gripping at the sheets and your sleep shorts for some sort of grounding.
"S-Sylus!" Again, panting his name as he rocked into you. Though, rocking might be too gentle of a term. Every connection had the rigid edges of his prominent hips digging into the plush of your ass, making the skin ripple. The obscene slap echoing the bedroom only added to the dizzying heat building in the depths of your cunt.
"Keep sayin my name, kitten." He was utterly entranced, eye glowing a bright crimson as he stared down to where his cock entered and retracted from your fluttering, leaking cunt. A thick, creamy ring of your mixing arousal building at his base, creating glossy webs over the neatly trimmed hair of his groin.
It made his throat tight, a wave of pure, unadulterated hunger overcoming him. "Sy!" It's a pretty shriek of his name as he nearly collapses on top of you, one knee coming up to brace on the bed as he keeps his other foot planted firmly on the ground.
"Tell me how much you want this." A slurred promise, the addition of his body weight crushing you into the mattress only made your velvety walls clamp down around him harder. "I want this so bad, Sy. D-don't stop, you're making me feel so good...!" His new angle has his hips moving harder, faster, the pleasure making your head spin.
"Cum for me, my pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, I need to feel it." He felt feral. His hands coming up to brace themselves on the mattress by trapping your trembling ones against it. Squeezing your warm skin as a way of encouragement when he felt your cunt spasming around him.
"Please, please... cum for me, baby. Cum, I need you to cum..." he could practically taste your desire to please him. You manage to lift your head up, saliva connecting you to your once clean cardigan. "Kiss me."
A command so simple, and yet Sylus is struggling to resist the throbbing release that nearly got out of him without his permission. Absolutely throbbing between your walls, Sylus is unable to stop his hips. Head falling forward to capture your mouth in a slopping pass of teeth and tongue, spit dribbling down your chins.
You cum then, crying into his mouth and trembling all the same. Hips jerking as if you could ever escape his grasp, with or without his additional body weight for security.
Sylus doesn't take long to follow, not when he nearly lost his cool seconds prior over the simple request for a kiss. You swallow each other's gasps, every little noise that accompanies your orgasms are consumed by the other's mouth. Only separating when you swear black spots are threatening to overcome your vision.
"I love you."
"I love you too, kitten."
Soul was today years old when she realized she could click shift + return to erase the space between paragraphs... I've been on this site for nearly a decade - Soul
helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
The fact that I have 105 drafts and sooo many unaccounted-for documents of scenes, dialogue, angst, fluff, spice and world building, plus future arcs prove that I need to organize my thoughts better...
I regret nothing until I have to remember where exactly I put it. X///////x Ooops
@angelblueflame it's sooo much worse on my computer and flash drive 🫣 It would probably help if I labeled and named them correctly 😅 but nooo.
Seriously, the names go from "soulmates reader", "Kai after the accident", " Incubus Dabi" to "wehrgjgfh 1" 🤣 Man, I wish I was joking. Why am I like this?
