Currently fangirling hard/ feral for Overhaul, Trafalgar Law and Dabi
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32 yrs, lover of anime, manga, otome, light novels, spicy romance and fanfics
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I could think about Corazon Lives AUs forever. Heart Pirates Corazon, Marine Corazon, or just Corazon and Law traveling the world together… I love them all.
((I was loopy on cough medicine so I wrote this I know it isn’t the best but if you like it leave a comment!!! They validate me!!! -Mommabean ))
Spring. Usually something people are a little more happy and thrilled about, getting to go outside without frostbite and what not. In exchange for not freezing to death, they have to suffer through allergies and maybe some fear of bugs crawling out of every crevice imaginable.
Oh what Keigo would give to be normal like that. To just enjoy the spring and summer months like those aesthetic boards online make them to be like.
Instead, he gets to go through hell. His hormones come out of hibernation, raging and ready to either maim, mark, or most importantly- mate. The shedding of wings as a way to mark his nest, the constant preening to show off how healthy and shiny his wings are, and the embarrassing subtle hints of him trying to court his current crush.
The last courting fiasco made him want to leap off of a building. Fresh caught fish? Yikes.
He sits scratching at his wrist to try and distract himself from the primal thoughts filling his head. Right now his eyes were set on you, as they have been for months now, only this time they were more intense. Piercing and molten, claiming every inch of you without having to say a word.
Anyone who saw his expression knew not to get too close. He was clearly on the more feral side of his rut, wings puffed out to show dominance on instinct whenever someone so much as waved hello to you. Stop that! Don’t you see that they’re too close to you? Does he have to scare everyone away?!
“Hawks?” You ask innocently, eyebrows creased in worry “Sorry to bother you sir but...it’s just you look a bit more tense than usual.” you mutter softly. Oh so sweetly. Such a pretty voice from his pretty mate.
NO. No Keigo, get yourself together! It’s just a fucking rut you can do this!
He clears his throat and covers the raw patch of skin on his wrist, still trying not to scratch. The scent of you washes over him as he slowly inhales to calm himself, and suddenly he’s never felt more serene and at peace. A playful smile emerges and he chuckles “I’m A-OK little ducky, just overthinking is all."
The nickname makes your cheeks flush with heat, and you look away at the floor with a small pout. He’s given you that name since the beginning of your internship, since you seemed to follow him around like a duckling with its momma. “You know I hate that name.” you murmur, but quickly change the subject so he wouldn’t have a chance to tease you.
While you explain what the schedule and routes were going to be for the next few weeks, Keigo couldn’t help but hungrily watch your lips. Every syllable called out for him to snatch those lovely petals in a demanding kiss, to swallow down your moans and let his tongue explore you.
Needless to say there’s no blood flow going to his ears at the moment. Right now he’s picturing mating you to the point you’re flooding with his seed, curled up in his nest and laying your head on his chest as he praises you.
Nest? Well that was a bit new. Sure he’s made territories for himself but never really a nest. A nest meant something permanent, something that had to be protected and made indestructible. And honestly that sounded so soothing to make, like it was his calling.
Oh god. This isn’t going to be a normal rut.
“-So I hope it’s ok I partnered myself with you the first few days. I know you prefer to keep rookies with the trainers but they kinda tied my hands."
He wanted to snarl at that, his predatory side seeping in. He realized shortly after it was just a figure of speech, rolling his eyes mentally at how stupidly protective he’s becoming. Sure he cares about you deeply and probably has stalked you on more occasions than he’s willing to admit.
And sure he steals some items of yours when you forget them and thinks they’re just the cutest things on earth. And yeah maybe he’s dried a few of your tears and has laughed so hard he nearly peed. It doesn’t mean he should act like a rabid animal!
Yeah ok he’s desperately, obsessively in love with you. He thought he could hide it better, shove it down and continue on with life like he’s been taught, but instincts are stronger and have a point to make apparently.
“No that’s fine! I’d rather it be you than anyone else. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I think these guys are noobs.” he jokes, watching you playfully roll your eyes as you poke his chest. “It’s an intern agency. We’re all noobs on this side of the building."
You touched him. Oh god yes you touched him! His wings flare out slightly, as if to cage you in and keep you there, towering over you and making your eyes wide. You thought you had angered him somehow, and stepped back with a soft whimper, swallowing as you turn to point towards the crowd of new hero’s to be walking in.
“I-I’ll uh leave you be. These kids need a little tour, and...you look like you need some coffee."
Damn it! He scared you away!
He’s so stupid, he can’t control his animal urges! His mouth is already salivating as he smells your sweet scent once again, bristling in anger as it fades and mixes with the others around the room. It isn’t right. This isn’t a safe place, his mate shouldn’t have to be surrounded by this nonsense!
A true worthy alpha would scoop up their mate and take them back to the nest. Mate them, mark them, breed them full and have them satisfied. Not working all hours of the day and becoming exhausted, reeking of other scents that dare try to make a claim.
Keigo shakes his head, and tries to get his teeth to stop clenching in anger. This rut is so much more powerful than the others, and it isn’t even h the beginning. God knows how he’ll be when the peak hits, and he’s truly feral and unhinged.
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It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Keigo. You haven’t heard from him and you’re worried he might be either severely sick, angry, or god forbid he’s dead. So, against the judgment of your peers and coworkers, you head to his place.
It’s a little past three when you arrive, morning shift making you work up a bit of a sweat that you couldn’t wait to wash off after this little check up. A soft wrap of fingers on the door, and you shuffle your weight on your feet as you speak “Uh, Mr Takami? It’s me. I haven’t heard from you in a while, are you alright?”
You wait for any sign of life, anything to prove he was ok and wasn’t dying on the floor. A minute, and all you hear is silence. You turn your head to see if anyone was coming, possibly a neighbor who could tell you what was happening, but the streets were only full of cars trying to make their way to town.
Huffing, you decide that his life was much more important than some boundaries crossed. You needed to check on him, so you aren’t stopping now. “If you don’t say anything I’m coming in!” you state with a bit of a wavering voice, trying not to sound panicked.
Another half minute, and no verbal answer, only a loud crash and a groan of what sounded like anguish. You don’t waste anytime, picking the lock and bursting in with your senses on high alert. You follow the sounds into the master bedroom, fearing the worst.
Was he stabbed? Shot? Poisoned? Ruptured appendix?!
“Keigo! I’m here-“ you shout as you rush into the room, pausing abruptly when you see the state it was in.
Covers, shirts, jackets, and other clothing were torn apart into a pile, a busted lamp was on the floor with the bulb broken as well, and the walls had scratch marks up and down the length of them. Like a beast was let loose and ran rampant.
Before you crouched a man who looked more like an animal. Teeth bared, eyes wide with pupils the shape of pinpoints, wings spread wide and dominating as he hunched over the pile of torn items.
Before you can try and take a step back, feathers
Strike towards you and pin you to the floor, casuing a scream. Keigo leaps ontop of you like a beast about to make a kill, face pressed close to yours as his hands squeeze your cheeks roughly.
“....” He says nothing, only huffing and grinning wickedly as his wings flex behind him. “...you came to check on little ol me? That’s so kind of you.” his fingers trail down your throat, squeezing it slightly as he shudders from your warmth. As if it was orgasmic just to touch you, and honestly, it really was.
He craves you. Every inch of skin, every scar, bruise, bump and birth mark. You’re his, and he’s so sick and tired of not having the balls to make that clear enough for the both of you.
His head tilts lower, tongue tracing up the sweat that coated your skin, making you both shiver. You in disgust, but him? Absolute bliss. You tasted so good, so warm and salty. Call him gross, call him psycho, call him whatever you wish. He loves the taste of you, and isn’t ashamed of it anymore.
His hand tightens around your throat, his feathers slowly cutting off the clothes you were in as you swallow down any protest you might have had. “You’re too good to me. My cute little Ducky...always so shy but sweet. Drives me fuckin nuts ya know?” He grins, sliding his hand down your abdomen a few times before squeezing your chest.
He makes a sound akin to a purr, mouth closing over the peaking buds of your nipples and sucking. You wince, trying to kick out, trying to get through to him and tell him too stop.
“Y-you aren’t yourself! Please- get off! Stop!” You cry out, arms feeling like a mix of lead and jello as he only continues and begins to suck and bite on your other breast. His hips were rutting down on yours, his hard cock pouring out precum desperately as he grinds down to relieve pressure.
His body is absolutely aching for you. Wanting to bury himself deep inside of you and never leave, only pumping you full of kid after kid after kid. You’ll look so fucking good swollen and unable to leave his home, depending on him and letting him take care of you.
“Fuck baby-“ he growls out, forcing his lips against yours in a kiss, his tongue taking charge and exploring your mouth and throat as you’re pinned and forced to accept his domination and passion. He pulls away after a few grueling moments, rutting his enlarged, wet bulge against your own slick-coated underwear. It was a mix of his and your own, making you all the more humiliated and ashamed as his attack continues.
The number two hero’s cock pressed against your throbbing clit in just the right way, causing you to jut your hips up in a twisted need for more although you never wanted this to occur. Well, not like this anyway.
This isn’t the hero you looked up too. This isn’t the man you once crushed on and felt like you had a bond with. This was an animal in human clothing, taking what it wanted and never taking no for an answer.
Keigo hovers over you for a moment, eyeing you up and down with a look of serenity as he stroked your quivering lips with his thumb. “I’m gonna make you such a pretty mommy. Gonna make that pretty tummy nice and full forever, keep you nice and safe in this nest."
He sounded absolutely delirious, feverishly kissing you again as his fingers pulled your panties aside and teased your folds. You squeak out pathetically as he swirls them across your clit, playing with your labia and fluttering hole.
Your slick coats his digits immediately, and his cock only throbs harder at that. He could cum just from feeling you on his fingers, knowing that tight heat was squeezing him in any sort of way, but his primal side wouldn’t allow that.
No. No his purpose right now was to make his mate feel good, and fill them up until they couldn’t take it anymore. To make a mess and bask in the afterglow once he knew they were pregnant or going to be. His fingers slowly press inside of you, his middle finger and ring finger, pumping in and out as he suckles on your chest possessively.
You couldn’t stop the moans being worked out of you, his mouth and fingers knew just how to work your body. As if he’s planned this specifically for you.
Not that you need to know but, he has. He’s watched you finger yourself to the point of tears on nights you were so pent up and stressed. He’s watched you read those naughty smutty fics online and moan about how you wished that was you.
He’s used his quirk to listen to your dirtiest fantasies, and so much more. And sure, he’s salivating over how fucking hot you are when you cum and shake like you’re having a seizure, but this is about so much more than sex.
He wants a life with you. He wants to be the man you’ve been dreaming of for so long, and be the perfect spouse and lover. Oh he wants to go on those cute dates and wear those matching outfits that make people cringe or laugh, and he wants the nights where fights turn into soft “I’m sorry.” And “I love you."
He wants a life with you, only you, and his animal inside can’t take waiting anymore.
“You-“ you hiccup, heart fluttering so fast you think you might hyperventilate “-Ha-have to s-stop this!" you begged, only to sob out once again as his lips attach to your clit and begin to suck. He’s completely lost in you, drinking you in and letting himself bathe in your essence.
His face is covered in your juices as his tongue slides and slurps up your dripping cunt, his eyes closed in euphoria as he forces your legs apart with his strong, ever tightening grip. As if he’s determined to stay here until you give in.
You aren’t so sure you want to test him on that.
He growls desperately as his face nuzzles closer into your pussy, his mouth and tongue sucking on your folds and slurping up the mess as you try in vain not to grind down on his face and reach that peak.
He ruts hard against the ground, feeling you tightening on his tongue as your orgasm approaches. Yes, fuck yes! Cum on his tongue, squirt all over him like a good little mate! Fuck it’ll be so hot, please please please he needs this!
Soon his pleas are answered, your thighs quiver and shake in his hands as you’re forced to climax on his face, his mouth eagerly drinking in everything he can, although drool and cum do drip down his neck and chin.
You taste so good. So so good. He can’t explain it, can’t put a name to it, but he knows it means you’re meant to be his and only his. Well, this and many many other reasons. Stalking you has proved to show you’re his soul mate. Surely! Why else would you be here, finally allowing yourself into the nest he so meticulously made?
You don’t notice, as you’re busy trying to comprehend everything that’s happening, but the nest is made of more than just Keigos belongings. Your shirts, hoodies, even panties where thrown into the mix. Some with stains you’d rather not think about.
While you cough and try to stop more tears from falling, Keigo pulls his greedy mouth away from your overstimulated cunt, giving a few more teasing licks with a satiated grin. Loopy, almost high and intoxicated.
“Oh baby I can’t thank you enough for stopping by finally. Worked so hard to make this for us. Gonna make sure you never get to leave it."
Hot water, steam, and the fruit scent of your shampoo fill the small confining space of your shower. The shower that was perfect for you. But, in hindsight, not the best for you and your towering 6'2 wolf.
"S-stop complaining!" Your lips quiver as your nails dig into his wrist, the one that is angling your detachable shower head directly at your cunt. The setting turned to a more concentrated stream, not too harsh to hurt, but enough to create dizzying pressure as it sprays your clit.
"I'm getting a cramp in my lower back." Valko whines into your ear, nuzzling your neck and further curving his spine despite his initial protests. The sound of your melodic whimpering is making his cock throb hard and heavy against your ass, leaking copious amounts of precum but it's hard to tell with your skin already being wet.
"V-val..." You swear your legs are going to give out, face flushed from more than just the heat of the steam as he's been using his other hand to keep your cunt spread open, revealing your puffy twitching clit to the unrelenting stream of water. "S'okay, little lamb. This is the only way we can help each other out in here without knocking all your..." he glances around at your shelves of soaps, scrubs, and hair products.
"Pretty things down, yeah? Don't want a noise complaint from your neighbors at this time of night..." God you can't even process what he's actually saying. Sure you've masturbated like this before, but the shower head has never felt this fucking good. "Valko, m'gonna cum."
Your nails dig harder into his skin, head pressing into his collarbone as he nips at the nape of your neck. "Cum for me, then. I wanna see you cum while standing up, let me feel your legs give out on you. I promise I won't let you fall, hmm?" You're visibly trembling, gasping for air as you mumble a mantra of "I'm cumming!" over and over for him to hear.
Your legs do give out on you, and with one swift motion, Valko's hand is around your waist and supporting you as if you weigh nothing at all. "That good, little lamb?" He's nuzzling your neck again, settling the shower head back in its holder so you both get sprayed with hot water again. "Better than my cock?" Whispered, as if taunting you.
"Course not." You choke. "I-I mean yeah it was good, but not your cock, Val. Fuck, I want your cock, can I have it please, pretty please?"
Mmm... maybe you're getting that noise complaint after all...
This is, in fact, some of what I was daydreaming earlier lol - Soul
⟢ A therapist is not a mind reader!! Please don’t make them instantly diagnose everyone after one conversation like they have emotional X-ray vision. A good therapist notices patterns, asks questions, listens carefully, and forms ideas over time. They can be perceptive, yes, but they still need context. Someone being quiet could mean trauma, boredom, distrust, exhaustion, cultural difference, or just that they hate small talk. A therapist who assumes too fast is dangerous.
⟢ A therapist is not supposed to be a professional life coach who says, “dump him, queen” and sends the character home fixed. Therapy is usually more about helping someone understand their own patterns, choices, feelings, defenses, and relationships. Sometimes the therapist barely says the “right answer” because the point is for the character to arrive there themselves. Annoying? Yes. Useful? Also yes.
⟢ A therapy session has structure, even when it feels casual. There’s usually a beginning, a middle, and an end. The therapist checks in, follows threads, notices when the client avoids something, brings them back if they drift, and tries not to crack open a giant emotional wound five minutes before the session ends. That last part matters. A good therapist does not casually drop “so maybe your mother never loved you properly” at minute fifty-nine and then say “see you next week.”
⟢ They should have boundaries!! A therapist is not their client’s friend, parent, savior, romantic interest, emergency emotional sponge, or personal prophet. They may care deeply, but the relationship has a lot of rules. No hanging out casually. No sharing too much personal life. No texting all night unless the setting and treatment type actually support that. AND boundaries do not mean they don’t care. Boundaries are part of the care. Without them, therapy gets messy FAST.
⟢ Different therapists have different styles. Some are warm and gentle. Some are direct. Some use humor. Some are quiet. Some focus on thoughts and behavior. Some focus on childhood and relationships. Some focus on the body, trauma, patterns, coping skills, or practical problem-solving. Don’t write every therapist like the same soft-voiced plant owner. Their method should fit their training, personality, and the kind of clients they work with.
⟢ A therapist notices avoidance. The client changes the subject every time their father comes up. They laugh after saying something painful. They talk about work whenever romance gets too close. They explain feelings instead of feeling them. They get sleepy, angry, sarcastic, polite, or suddenly “fine.” Avoidance can look like anything. A therapist character becomes believable when they notice not only what is said, but what keeps getting stepped around.
⟢ Progress is NOT a straight line. A character does not go to three sessions, understand their trauma, set boundaries, and become emotionally hydrated forever. They backslide. They cancel. They lie. They have one breakthrough and then do the same stupid thing again because knowing better and doing better are not twins. Therapy progress often looks like noticing the pattern five minutes after repeating it. Then one minute after. Then before.
⟢ A good therapist asks better questions than normal people. Not dramatic genius questions every two seconds. More like questions that make the client hear themselves differently. “Who taught you that needing help was embarrassing?” “What do you think would happen if you stopped being useful?” “When did anger become safer than sadness?”
⟢ Their own life should not be perfect. A therapist can understand attachment wounds and still be avoidant. They can teach boundaries and still answer emails at midnight. They can help clients name grief while ignoring their own. Knowledge does not make someone immune to being a person. Honestly, sometimes it just makes their denial more professionally worded.
⟢ The therapy room matters!! A LOT!! The plant. The tissues. The clock. The slightly ugly couch. The white noise machine outside the door. The bookshelf. The chair placement. The lamp trying its best. The room is part of the character’s experience. A client who grew up being watched may sit where they can see the door. A therapist might notice that.
⟢ They should know when not to make it about trauma!! Not every behavior is a trauma response. Sometimes someone is selfish. Sometimes they made a bad choice. Sometimes they’re tired. Sometimes the relationship is simply wrong. A therapist who turns every single thing into childhood trauma can feel fake and honestly annoying!!
⟢ There are different settings, and they change everything!! Private practice is different from a school counselor’s office, a hospital psych unit, a community clinic, a crisis hotline, a prison, a rehab center, a university counseling office. The setting decides resources, time, risk, paperwork, client load, safety, privacy, and how much freedom the therapist has. A therapist with twenty clients and low funding is not living the same life as someone with a calm office and a waitlist full of rich people with attachment issues.
⟢ A therapist character should have a line they will not cross. Will they treat someone they know? Will they lie to protect a client? Will they break rules if they think someone is in danger? Will they keep seeing a client who scares them? Will they accept money from someone with power over them?
⟢ What pain can they sit with, and what pain makes them lose objectivity? Every therapist has something that gets too close. A grieving parent. A neglected child. A client who reminds them of their younger self. A victim who sounds like someone they didn’t save. A manipulative client who sounds like their father. That’s where the character becomes more than “wise therapy person.” They become someone who can help others see clearly, while still having one blind spot shaped exactly like their own wound.
When Kai Chisaki stepped out of the shadows, discarding his plague mask, jacket, tie, shoe 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 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.
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."
"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.
Everybody wants to wear the crown
I keep lining ‘em up I keep knocking ‘em down
Notorious, so notorious
I am exactly who they say I am
I stand for everything that they can’t stand
I can’t help it, I was born this way
But when I’m gone you’ll remember my name
Sharing my little color & lighting process today, starting from a plain black canvas and building it up step by step, just a few color decisions at a time!
Swipe to see how it comes together 👉 🖤 Silhouette → 💙 Light → 💜 Shadow → ❤️ Warm blend → ⚫ Deep shadow → ✨ Final details
The colors I picked here (blue/purple base with a hint of warm red) are just what I personally love, feel free to try your own combo and make it yours!🙌
Little note: the reference for this one was an AI-generated image, used just for a lighting & color study.
Hope this was helpful or at least fun to look at~ let me know if you‘d like to see more breakdowns like this 🩵
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
“You seriously thought that if you kept your eyes forward towards the future, the past would just forget itself, didn’t you? It’s time for someone to give you a little life lesson! The past never forgets. Let us fall together, Todoroki Enji! Come dance with your son in hell.”
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?
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