#Virgin Overhaul

[isabeauwolf]

Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul

Part 1 - In Chains

(fanfic inspired by this mouthwatering fanart of Overhaul by @spectra-phantasma Thank you for your hard work, love! 🐦‍⬛💜💚)

News spread like wild fire last night.

Rumor has it that he was captured during his guilds disbanding and jumped, stolen from his home and his adoptive father, forced to watch his lands and properties were set ablaze by blue hell flames. The street rat who went from rags to riches and into a matter of a few hours was once again homeless, penniless and on the streets.

The proud, arrogant and confident young boss still stood tall, golden hues frosty, even when barely clothed and close to butt naked, in chains, leather and a quirk restraining collar.

He looks so pretty tied like that. You think with a coy smile on your lips. You had snuck out of the palace and made your way into the underground black market, more specially, the human slavery and trafficking district. Your only bodyguard, Eraser Head at your side. He was all you needed.

Even in chains, caged and bound, you could see it.

The fire in his molten amber gaze, as cold and hard as his low, monotone voice when he hissed, grumbled and cursed at the slave traders touching him and dragging him onto the stage as the next main attraction. The infamous Overhaul, the undergrounds "demon with no heart," the man with a godlike and alchemist level quirk, and apparently he had a Greek God's temper and body to match.

You wanted to break him. Make him into your fuck toy and your personal pretty courtesan.

Yes. You must have him, Kai Chisaki, Overhaul.

You always saw him in passing, in the crowds with his magenta and golden beaked plague mask covering the lower half of his face. Now, with the birdlike opened caged muzzle strapped to his face you could finally see all of him fully.

You bit your lip as arousal and excitement, the thrill of owning him and making him yours heated and coiled in your abdomen, making lust and desire pool between your thighs.

You are the Queen, what you want you get.

Eraser knows that look in your eyes. He'd seen it a thousand times when you found a pretty and unbroken toy you desperately wanted to play with. Watch it bend and break, fall for your charms, your body and cling onto your freely given love before getting bored and moving on to a new one.

Underneath his cloak, Eraser inwardly sighs. He knew there was no way of talking you out of this. His Mistress was stubborn, at least, she used her funds wisely unlike the previous Queen who loved to throw grand balls and parties nearly every two months on top of national holidays. When your mother died, you acted quickly with the help of All Might and Endeavor salvaged the kingdom's debt and crime lowered, you kept your citizens fed and taxes at a reasonable rate.

Of course, you knew crime was everywhere. Even during times of peace, other kingdoms waged wars, burned, pillaged, started a new and rebuilt. It's the law of the world, the game of thrones, the never ending darkness that plagued this world in a society where people were valued by their quirks than themselves individually.

Eraser's charcoal black orbs turned from your masked and cloaked covered figure and returned back to the stage. His highly trained eyes took in the other man's physique, the honed and refined hard muscle yet lean and agile, his shape and potential. Overhaul relied heavily on his quirk, but it was clear he still maintained and sharpened his body as well as his mind. The caged raven had hidden his body underneath his clothes to fool his enemies.

That alone made him earn a hint of respect. Plus, if his Queen was injured, he could have the ex-villain cure her with his alchemy and quirk, keep him as a bodyguard and shield... adding him as their Queen's lover would bind him to her.

Eraser and Hawks would still keep watch in the shadows until Overhaul full gained their trust. If the ex-criminal refused their Queen's more than generous offer, then they would make his life into a living hell. He scanned the place once more, arms crossed and leaning against the stone wall, he needed to remain alert and ready should someone recognized them. So far, everyone's gazes and murmuring whispers were more focused solely on the man on stage.

The market was crowded, jam packed.

No doubt Overhaul's fellow captured allies and enemies were all watching with bated breath, wondering their boss' fate after being captured, humiliated, striped of his status, clothes and about to be sold, his fate sealed.

Nezu walked on stage and the room grew quiet.

"Ladies and Gentleman," The dog, rat, mouse, whited furred leader of the slave trade smiled brightly in delight to see another human suffer as he bit back his sadistic mirth and laughter. "It's a pleasure to welcome everyone tonight. I'm sure you are all here to see the fate of our beloved dangerous and highly respected raven on stage."

He waved his paw towards Overhaul and gave a bow of respect.

"As much as I've appreciated your past contributions Overhaul," Nezu hummed, closing his eye and shook his head. "I'm afraid my hands are tied as The League have already sold you to me." A string of evil giggles slipped out, then he coughed and cleared his throat, his mask of professionalism returning and sighed dramatically. "But alas, I've decided from the goodness of my heart to offer those gathered tonight to become your new Master or Mistress." His black, beady eyes darkened as Overhaul's own golden hues returned to the traders gaze with a challenging glare.

Lesser slaves and weak willed citizens shivered in the crowd.

Nezu's cheery tone returned as he faced the audience. "Let's begin the price of a generous 10,000 gold, shall we?" His mask cracked as he threw his head back and cackled loudly, unhinged and barking laughter; clearly amused by many of the human's faces pale and jaw's drop.

Did the half mad sneaky little rat truly start the bid with the price he bought Overhaul for? Of course, he did.

The bids were starting.

It kept climbing higher and higher until only a few nobility were remaining to stake their claim on such a prized, caged and handsome bird.

You noticed a familiar greedy old hag a few rows across from you. You'd recognized that long, thick, spiky, dark purple hair anywhere.

Your eyes immediately narrowed, Nemuri Kayama, Midnight. The Mistress of The Underground Pleasure District and local Brothels, or "Streets of Heaven and Sin" which is widely know, even in the Capital. The purple haired and blue eyed woman was a decade your senior, she might have once been your best friend and found sister, but not anymore. No, not since you become Queen and she became her families head Mistress.

Midnight flaunted her beauty, charming both men and woman around her red-painted manicured and painted nails. Her black dress was skin tight and accentuated her voluptuous figure as she kept her arms uncovered in case she needed to use her quirk on misbehaving clients, citizens, enemies, workers and slaves.

As if feeling your gaze on her, Midnight half turned. Her blue eyes meeting yours, twinkling with mirth and amusement underneath her red mask. Fully facing you before making a beeline towards you as her hoard of lackeys, chained boy toys and workers followed their mistress on chained and leather leaches, attached to her wrist. Each of the poor bastards were each wearing a metal cock ring underneath their robes, whimpering moans, muffled groans and needy whines escaped their mouths in one shape or form.

She let go of the leach to her assistant, a newbie in training, if you had to guess. The poor redheads shy woman must have had some promises and potential, if Midnight handpicked her for the job as her assistant to take over in one of her many brothels. Her red hair, green eyes and luscious curves made her stand out and beautiful, you can admit that.

"Well, well, it's rare to you see coming down from your high tower, your majesty." Midnight purred, tilting her head and holding her riding crop underneath her chin. "See something you like pet?"

Your smile strained and your jaw twitched. "Good evening, Midnight. How's business?"

Eraser inwardly sighed, great. Midnight had a habit of riling you up and teasing you out of sisterly affection, a little too hard. Borderline, nearly pouncing on you after she riles her own-self. He swears if Mic here - No, oh second, thought, don't think about that overly loud, yellow cockatiel.

He noticed that the remaining bidders were you and Midnight, the two most riches and powerful women in the kingdom.

Nezu's waited, a purple and blue aura surrounding him. "Ladies, would you like to continue a higher bidding?" He knew who you were. You couldn't fool him. He knew your scent and settle traits.

He turned to Midnight, "Midnight?"

"He's such a handsome and pretty delicious birdman, isn't he?" Midnight smirked, hand on her hip and staring directly at Overhaul, who sneered at her, his clear distaste and disgust visible through the muzzle.

Oh dear, he doesn't seem to like her.

It's impressive, even while bound and chained, disgraced, he still looked his nose down at Midnight.

She turned towards you, practically gushing and wiggling with excitement and arousal, unashamed as she bit her lower lip and squealed loudly. "Oh, darling. The harder they resist the sweeter it is to break them!" Midnight knew your secret, your obsession and infatuation with Overhaul, the ex-criminal.

Strutting towards you with a confidant sway of her hips as her breasts moving against her thin gown, leather, chains and jewelry. Pulling out her black feathered fan to cover her mouth, leaning towards you and whispered, "Do you truly want him, my sister?" She purred with a seductive drawl, cheeks heated and sky blue eyes sparkling.

You narrowed your eyes, talking through clenched teeth. "What do you want, Midnight?" You bit out. "You usually aren't so generous and willing to give a handsome man away without a reason."

Midnight shrugged and giggled, padding you on the back and pulling you into her side. "Now, now, don't get upset, Y/n." She pouted and scolded lightly in a motherly voice.

You felt her breasts squishing against yours and you inwardly groaned, yet, your irritation and aggravation bled though, "Gods above and the afterlife, what do you want, Nemuri?"

Midnight released another loudly, girly squeal as she pressed her cheek into yours. "Oh, Y/n, please, please, let me borrow Eraser for a weekend, please, please, please!" She practically begged, swaying you back and forth, literally begging.

Eraser's eyes widened and he shook his head no. A huge noticeable blush on his face. He loved getting kinky in the bedroom, but Midnight could be, well - a bit too extreme. Her dominate and sadistic side was sexy, hell, he matched her freak, but other than sex and being old friends, they hardly saw each other.

It made things more awkward.

Rolling your eyes, this time, you sighed. "What do you need him for?"

"I need him to keep me company for a trip to the Capital!" Midnight let go of you and leaned back, pressing her hands against her cheeks and practically bouncing. "It's a long trip and I need new clothes, potions, equipment, and a little of this, and a little of that -" The innuendos weren't lost to you. You've been to her pleasure dungeon, or "play room" as she calls it. It's actually quite impressive.

You cut her off, keeping your voice firm and quiet, "Only, if you don't overly drain him and wear him out again, Nemuri... I need him for work." You press, hand on your hip.

As Nemuri opened her mouth, the tiny mouse, bear, dog, thing interrupted.

Nezu's voice raised calling for both women's attention. "Will there be another offer ladies?" He asks, tone dark and sweet with an undertone of impatience. "Midnight?" His black beady eyes stares to Nemuri, then to you. "Mysterious Stranger?"

Overhaul's stood there, looking bored. His hands were tied behind his back, wearing this ridiculous open and mocking birdcage covering his face, he was bound in leather and chains, and only given a loin cloth to cover his groin, but his ass was out.

This whole unfortunate situation was downright humiliating and degrading, damaging his pride. He didn't care which one of those woman wanted him, he wanted a bath, he was hungry, the nights chill made him cold, he's tired and wanted to sleep.

Get on with it. He inwardly groans, hands clenching behind his back.

Despite his irritation and drowsiness, a hint of curiosity was drawn to the mysterious stranger. He didn't know why he should care. And yet... something about your voice sounded familiar? It escaped him. Making him more inwardly frustrated with himself. It sounded soft, seductive, comforting and dare he say angelic?

Overhaul's gaze flickered to matriarch of The Undergrounds Pleasure District, Nemuri Kayama, Midnight. He openly sneered in disgust, turning his nose up, no doubt the woman was filthy as her high paid and lower class whores she governs. Many times his clients and sponsors wanted to meet in one of her pleasure houses, talk, drink their fill, and then go fuck their desired hole for the night. They would offer to pay for his drink or choice of pleasure, but he would refuse.

He didn't care, if the men or woman were checked every month by the best doctors or nurse in the city, Recovery Girl or not, he wasn't going to touch them with a ten foot pole.

He didn't care, if the eight bragged or fought about who gave the best head, had the best pair of tits, ass or pussy in each of that Harlot's establishments. He wasn't going to set foot in any of those back rooms any further than he had to, or participate in the weekly orgies, even if Hari or Pops paid for it, or gave their recommendations for a partner.

No. There was only one woman Kai wanted, but could never have. Despite his lands, titles and wealth; he was still considered lesser born to be with her. The only stunning creature whose beauty, wit and charm had wormed its way into his heart.

The Queen of this country, Y/n L/n. Otherwise, know as Y/n the Fair. Compared to her nitwit and foolish mother, their previous Queen, you had shown promise. Using your power and influence to make this kingdom prosperous, flourish and thought of your people first.

Truly like an angel in this diseased ridden, rat infested, dark, unfair and cruel world. If Kai had to become a villain, forsake his old name, his humanity, his past to become a demon in-order to cure this plague known as quirks, obtain enough power and wealth that his statue wouldn't matter for a change to try and court you.

It was selfish to wish it, I know that. Overhaul blinked as he shook his head as he inwardly sighed. He was pulled back to the present as he heard Nezu's voice grind in his ears.

"With Midnight forfeiting, Overhaul," That sneaky little rodent chuckled darkly. "Or should I say Ex Yakuza Boss. You now belongs to our mysterious stranger." He snickered, grinning wide and unhinged. "Come up and claim your prize my dear."

Overhaul's golden hues narrowed, Nezu knew something he wasn't sharing. It was pissing him off.

"If you are returned back to me Chisaki," Nezu met his burning and intense gaze with his own. "I fear Midnight will become your new Mistress." He let his words hang in the air and added, sounding smug. "So be a good little slave for your First Mistress won't you?"

That comment and detail made Overhaul's jaw clench and grind hard. "Watch it vermin. Those words may comeback to bite you someday pest." He growled, taking a deep breath through his nose as to calm down his temper.

"Prove me wrong, Chisaki and I will owe you money." Nezu sassed back, turning his gaze towards the Mysterious Woman and her cloaked companion. "Seems the old gods and the new have favored you this night, old friend."

Overhaul remained silent, watching as one of the black cloaked figures approached.

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You did it!

A high class caged bird with clipped and broken wings. Your birdy. Your plaything. Yours to use for your own pleasure. Yes, if he won't submit. You will have to bend him and whisper tempting words until he bowed down.

Wither he liked it or not. Your word was law. He was your property and you owned him now, his life was yours, and yours alone.

"Eraser," You chirped happily. "Escort him to the castle, make sure he's fully bathed, feed, fully dressed and waiting for me in my chambers tonight." You had to quickly remask your features and tone as to not overexcite yourself. "Have Giran dig into what happened to the rest of Overhaul's men and the Shie Hassaikai's leader." You lower your tone into a whisper, "Our birdy will want to know." You slipped the royal seal and plenty of gold into his hand, enough to feed a whole nation for months.

Eraser nodded and bowed his head. "As you wish, your majesty." Pocketing the items and headed towards the stage.

You were watching Overhaul from the shadows for a long time. You disapproved of him trying to use a little girl to fuel his goal of curing people of this plague known as quirks. You knew all to well witnessing first hand how deadly and uncontrollable a persons quirk could become, if the wrong person grew too greedy, too prideful, too arrogant and dared to challenge their Queen.

It's what cost your mother her life.

Call yourself hypocritical, you didn't care. Even after everything he's done, you sympathized with his cause and silently supported him from your throne on high, and now, you would snatch your raven in his hour of need.

You knew if that money grubbing leech at the brothel had her way, she'd sell the young man's body every night like a male prostitute, work him day and night, tirelessly until he's broken; diseased and could no longer work, being forced out onto the streets, begging for scarps until he either committed suicide or died in some rat infested back alley.

You had seen too many woman and men being treated as such time and time again. You'd be damned, if you let your birdman suffer any longer. True, your reasoning wasn't anything noble or any better, but at least, you know he would be safer with you than that old hag.

You sighed, watching as Eraser talked with the slave trader, who's eyes widened, filling with greed as he stared at the seal and leather pouch heavily pilled with gold. Your smile, grew into a smug smirk, you were victorious and if anything dared tried to steal him from you or outbid you, well, you will just have to send in Hawks.

Twirling on your heels, waving at Nezu as you went ahead of Eraserhead, lowering your hood on your cloak and made your way back towards the palace. I have to bathe and look presentable for him don't I? You paused as you entered the dark mouth of the alleyway, gaze following your prized birdman was being hauled off the stage, his displeasure, anger and defiant as he dragged by two Nomu's Nezu bought from The League. See you soon Kai, my pretty bird. You smile and giggle to yourself, strolling further and further away, knowing you two will reunite soon enough.

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The young ex-yakuza was both intrigued and confused as to why he was being dragged towards the Queen's Castle?

He expected to be thrown into servitude as some lowly servant or chore boy, but instead Eraser dragged him towards a lavished, grand bathroom. The walls were white, the floor underneath his bare feet were craved out of limestone and marble, it shined in the candle light; the room smelled clean with lavished soaps and scented oils, it calmed down his nerves to an extent, but still kept his guard up as Kai turned meeting the man's tired charcoals. "Why bring me such lavished liberties and luxuries?" Narrowing his eyes, growing more suspicious and perplexed. What was he planning? There's no way Eraserhead saved him from the goodness of his heart.

Eraser sighed, rubbing his eyes and clicked his tongue. "I see that paranoia wasn't for show, Chisaki." Lowering his hand, making a twirling motion with his finger. "Now, turn around so I can get that caged muzzle and leather n' chains off of you and you can bath before eating dinner."

Kai's hand twitched behind his back, then clenched as his jaw did. Doing as he's told as he's reminded that with the quirk restraining collar around his neck, he's quirkless.

Eraser moved slowly towards Chisaki, studying him for any sign of running or attacking him. "Before you get any idea's on fighting me and escaping I don't have the key." He explains, proceeding to unbuckle the straps and chains. "Your new Mistress has the only key to your collar." He gave Hawks the key, flew back ahead of them and gave it to you. "Fight and disobey her and I'll make sure your life will be a living hell compared to what Midnight or Nezu would have done to you, understand?"

"Yes." Kai huffed, taking a deep breath to calm himself as he inwardly shuddered to remain still, phantom itches crawling against his skin.

Silent filled the room apart from the rattling of the chains and leather as the pair of stoic and rational men remained silent.

"There, I'll be outside." Eraser need back, holding Chisaki's bonds in his hand. "The maids already placed clothes and everything you need in the basket by the bath tube." He turned and began walking towards the bathroom door, pauses at the threshold, peaking over his shoulder. "Dinner will be in an hour. Don't make her wait, Chisaki. Our Mistress is many things, forgiving, generous, but unforgiving to anyone who crosses her."

Kai's body tensed. "I maybe an ex yakuza. I'm not a complete mongrel, Erasure." He bit out calmly, hint of ice in tone. "I still honor some of my houses traditions, mannerisms and chivalry, even if, Pops and I disagreed and clashed often."

Eraser knew it was childish, he couldn't help it. He still couldn't believe that you, his Mistress still wanted this Villain, this Monster of a man. Kai Chisaki should be grateful for your generosity, your mercy. He should be begging, kneeling at your feet like the worthless dog that he is.

Something in him snapped, "If you had kept your ungodly experiments and quirk away from that child, a young girl," He pressed, knowing the son of a bitch didn't regret his actions one bit. "Your own sire's granddaughter, then you wouldn't be here, Chisaki."

Eri? How had they known? Then again, he imagined word of his experiments, his groups disbanding, his capture and what The League had done to him had spread to even The Castle's staff, even you, The Queen. No doubt from her Master of Whispers, Giran. Kai inwardly scoffed.

Kai glanced over his shoulder. "Everyone should be grateful for my efforts in formulating a cure to return humanity back to normacy before quirks became a plague, a disease, spreading and infecting the world." He hissed, tearing off his loin cloth and storming towards the large in door bath. "Quirks will continue to grow powerful with each new generation." He explained, stopped at the edge of the bath, the scent of lemons and roses hitting his nose and filling his lungs. Who knew his favorite scents?

Kai shook his head as he continued, "I'm the only one willing to get my hands dirty. To do what needed to be done unlike those old, cowardly, senile fools."

Eraser grit his teeth, muttering underneath his breath. "Can't believe she's chosen a monster like you." Without another word, he closed the door.

Kai huffed, stepping into the water as the warmth soaked into his acing, dirty and tired body. He closed his eyes and sighed in content. Reopening his eyes and began bathing himself, scrubbing his body and hair clean, washing the smell of that big white rat and his workers filthy touches and those Chimeras or Nomu's The League created. Those creations both fascinated him and gave him the creeps, knowing The Legendary Demon Lord and his mad Doctor were creating them deep in the heart of The Underworld.

Kai was too busy growing his influence, trying to distribute his cure, raise more funding and juggling his responsibilities as his adoptive father's heir to feed his curiosity on The Nomus'. When those UA Hero Guild members busted down his door!

Lemillion and Deku destroyed the last two years of his research and resources, what he hadn't ordered stashed away was burned during the explosion in his laboratory; not to mention when Dabi set his castle and everything ablaze during his capture.

Kai's scar on the side of his forehead twitched and throbbing, his anger and frustration seething as his grip tightened on the side of the marble and hand carved tub. The marble digging into his hand before he let go with a frustrated growl, held his breath to dunk himself underneath the water, resurfacing and standing. Thousands of water droplets, falling down his body as he reached for a towel soft, fluffy purple towel to pat himself dry as he exited the bath.

Feeling refreshed, clean and somewhat calmer, Kai stalked slowly towards the basket Eraser mentioned. He blinked, eyes widened in surprise as he found a pair of his favorite black linen shirts, breeches, leather boots, face masks and white gloves. Now, he felt a hint of nerves crawling and twisting against his belly.

His heart thudded hard in his chest. It... it couldn't have been you, could it? Who had saved him? He told himself not to get too excited. What would you want with him? A criminal. Well, Ex-Criminal.

He had nothing to offer you. No lands, no money, no gifts, only himself. Kai swallowed thickly as his mouth grew dry, he'd near the whispers and rumors of your sexual and carnal appetite in your chambers. Releasing a shaky breath as he shivered, cheeks heating before he inhaled a deep breath, held it and exhaled, straightening his shoulders.

If the old gods and new were truly merciful as Nezu whispered into his ear about being bought and sold into your service, Kai needed to hold his head high. Nothing has changed.

His life's debt has been exchanged from Pop's to yours.

Yes, you were closer within his reach now, but you were royalty, a member of the nobility, one of the Gods most precious gifts to have been born into this cursed and cruel hearted world.

Kai dried himself, dressed, used the lotions, cologne, hair and tooth brush he'd been given, waiting for him on the bathroom counter.

His adoptive father's words rang in his head, A debt must always be repaid, Kai.

Hooking the cloth mask over his face as he frowned. He'll never see the old man again. That thought made his chest ache as his gloved hand gripped the counter. "Pops." He whispered his name, peaking at himself in the mirror. Same face, same sharp golden eyes, same image he saw everyday.

A knock on the door made his gaze flicker towards the door's mirrors image as Erasers voice called. "Chisaki, it's time."

Kai sighed and replied, raising his voice. "Yes."

"Good," he huffed, opening the bathroom door. "She's waiting."

Rechecking his appearance one last time, the ex yakuza twirled on his boot heels and headed towards Eraser as he led the way. Maids waiting outside, sneaking glances at him, whispering, gossiping and giggling, Kai paid them no mind. He was used to people staring at him.

Eraser clicked his tongue. "Quiet gawking and get back to work ladies." He glared at the woman who nodded their heads hurriedly, apologized and ended the bathroom.

Kai felt his lips curl upward underneath his mask in amusement. And they called me a tight ass in The Shie Hassaikai.

A blonde haired, red winged man approached in the opposite direction, hands shoved into his pockets and grinning from ear to ear, then widened as he came closer towards Eraser and Kai.

"Well, well," The man's playful, honey'd orbs studied the ex yakuza from head to toe, whistling. "Looks like the one winged caged bird cleans up nicely."

Hawks. The Queen's assassin and last line of defense should her other loyal guards and soldiers fall.

Whispers say he's Icurus reborn, or the child from The Greek God, Eros, a Demi God.

Kai narrows his eyes at Hawks.

The black haired head guard stopped, resulting in Kai stopping a few paces behind him. "Why are you still out this late Hawks?" Eraser asked.

Hawks' gaze shifted from Kai's to Erasers. "Nothin' much just returning from runnin' an errand from our beloved Queen." He didn't miss how the Ex-Criminals hands twitched or his gaze turned more frosty and chilling.

Eraser waver him away, proceeding forward. "Yes, yes, good night Hawks."

Hawks could help it. Couldn't keep his mouth shut as The once proud and arrogant, untouchable and powerful Overhaul passed him. "Be sure to be a good littl' pet for our Lady ya hear Overhaul." He snickered, saying his Villain name as if it was a joke.

Kai tensed, muscles straining against his shirt, hands white knuckled at his sides and his jaw clenched. Ignore him. Ignore him. He isn't worth it. He kept repeating to himself as he followed behind Eraser. That red feathered chicken isn't worth it.

Hawks chuckled, raising his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head, chirping and yapping, "Whoops. Did I strike a nerve little birdy? Sorry. Sorry." His fake apologetic smile turned smug. "Hundreds of men would be crawling on their hands and knees naked to be where you are." He kept going. "Make 'er happy littl' raven."

Eraser twirled on his heels, grabbed his binding cloth as his quirk activated, charcoal eyes flickering blood red and his long hair rising. "That's enough Hawks! Get the fuck back to your post and watch your disrespectful mouth before I scrub your fowl mouth with soap myself."

Kai's ears were practically fuming in anger. He didn't give a flying fuck what the stalking, strutting, diseased red winged rat had to say about him, but disrespecting their Queen right in front of him? He won't stand for it.

It wasn't the first time, Kai had beaten the every loving daylight out of some leering, perverted, son of a bitch who dared make lewd and unsavory comments about you. He's heard worse in The Underground, Brothels or petty, lowlife scumbags mouths.

He was close to snapping had Eraser not stepped in. He supposed that earned him some respect in his book towards the older man.

"I'm just wishing the newbie some luck." Hawks shrugged, waved and walked away.

Kai calmed down as Hawks grew further and further away. Good riddance. He inwardly snorted and huffed.

Eraser stopped in front of the dinning hall, knocking. "Chisaki has arrived, my Lady."

"Thank you, Eraser." Your voice answered behind the grand door. "Enter."

Kai felt his heartbeat quicken and thunder in his ears. He felt the tips of his ears grow red before he inward shook himself and reschooled his features, watching Eraser open the door to a brightly lit dining room.

--- End of Part 1 -----

Here's the full fanart by @spectra-phantasma

Seriously, full credit goes to them! Again, thank you so much for the Overhaul/Kai Chisaki love! I love this fanart sooo much! Go check it out! Worth it! 100%! Lookie, lookie!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/isabeauwolf/776513091777200128/queen-reader-x-courtesan-overhaul-part-2-the?source=share

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9. KATSUKI BAKUGOU | alpha/omega

10. REINER BRAUN | cheating + tender

11. PORTGAS D. ACE | virginity

12. TOGATA MIRIO | voyeurism + panty stealing

13. ENJI TODOROKI | stuckage

14. JO TOGAME | fisting + omorashi

15. ERWIN SMITH | blood

16. HAYATO SUO | pet play

17. DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO | bondage

18. SIR NIGHTEYE | insertion + gaping

19. SMOKER | choking

20. EREN JAEGAR | watersports

21. SUGURU GETO | captive

22. YAMATO ENDO | face sitting + breath play

23. DRACULE MIHAWK | knife play

24. OVERHAUL | medical play

25. TRAFALGAR LAW | somnophilia

26. TOJI FUSHIGURO | primal + rough sex

27. SATORU GOJO | incest + hatefucking

28. HITOSHI SHINSOU | sex pollen + non-con

29. RYOMEN SUKUNA | cannibal

30. HIRAGI x KAJI x SAKO | blow bang

31. GOJO x GETO x NANAMI x TOJI | gangbang

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[melon-fodder]

In true Halloween spirit, two of your local horny writers have some delicacies to share with you.

@lady-lauren brings sweet and sticky delights for you to enjoy on odd days while @melon-fodder fills your savory cravings on even days.

Pay attention to the warning labels; some treats may be too dark, spicy, or sour for your palate.

Happy reading 💜

1. KENTO NANAMI | breeding

2. MICHE ZACHARIAS | mutual masturbation + praise

3. SHOTA AIZAWA | webcam

4. TOMA HIRAGI | food play + body worship

5. SHANKS | forced orgasms

6. ZEKE JAEGER | tease + pantyhose

7. SILVERS RAYLEIGH | daddy

8. YUKINARI ARIMA | toys + squirting

9. KATSUKI BAKUGOU | alpha/omega

10. REINER BRAUN | cheating + tender

11. PORTGAS D. ACE | virginity

12. TOGATA MIRIO | voyeurism + panty stealing

13. ENJI TODOROKI | stuckage

14. JO TOGAME | fisting + omorashi

15. ERWIN SMITH | blood

16. HAYATO SUO | pet play

17. DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO | bondage + blood

18. SIR NIGHTEYE | object insertion + gaping

19. SMOKER | choking

20. EREN JAEGER | watersports

21. SUGURU GETO | captive

22. YAMATO ENDO | face sitting + breath play

23. DRACULE MIHAWK | knife play

24. OVERHAUL | medical play

25. TRAFALGAR LAW | somnophilia

26. TOJI FUSHIGURO | primal + rough sex

27. SATORU GOJO | incest + hatefucking

28. HITOSHI SHINSOU | sex pollen + non-con

29. RYOMEN SUKUNA | cannibal

30. HIRAGI x KAJI x SAKO | blow bang

31. GOJO x GETO x NANAMI x TOJI | gangbang

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XVII. — MASTURBATION

cw: Masturbation, Delusional Thoughts / Behaviors, Allusions to Stalking, Yandere, Obsessive Thoughts / Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Oh, how I adore you, virgin Overhaul. Yes, I definitely think he is voluntarily celibate. So imagine what happens when he falls madly in love. Also, yeah, I did the stereotypical didn't develop hives thing—what about it? I love fiction. Anyhow—I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.6k words.

A sharp gasp tears through his mouth. Kai winces, squinting his eyes so hard until they sting, prickles of salt and saline tickling their rims. His teeth grit, and Kai tries to catch his breath. Both eyes slowly reopen, bleary and foggy, and he stares down. 

His cock is resting loosely in his cupped hand, fingers not even fully curled around his shaft. Kai feels ridiculous the longer he stares down at himself, but he doesn’t feel ridiculous enough to tuck his cock away. He’s throbbing, painfully so, and he can feel the heartbeat of his blood thrumming against his skin. Kai shifts awkwardly, and the toilet seat squeaks in protest. The sound is a bullet, and Kai flinches before he sighs in frustration and carefully leans back until he lays against the tank. The crown of his head digs into the wall. Unbelievable. Kai can’t believe he’s doing this. He’s never done anything like this before. It’s filthy. It’s gross. It’s—

Kai swipes his thumb across his phone, unlocking it. He’s deft, tapping away until he pulls up his photos and locates a very specific album. There’s hundred of photos there. Hundreds. But he knows which one he wants. He knows exactly where it is. He wants this photo right now. 

There.

A photo of you fills the screen, blurry and almost pixelated. It’s not the best quality because of how close it’s zoomed in, but Kai doesn’t care about that. He doesn’t even really need to look at this photo, but it helps the illusion. Kai remembers this day, this hour, this moment. He can still clearly see it in his mind—everything, Kai remembers every little detail. It’s one of his favorite photos of you. That beautiful smile, the way your face scrunches up, the outfit you’re wearing, that cute litte pose, the way it seems like the whole world revolves around you—the center of Kai’s universe. This photo may be lost in the hundreds of you in this album, but Kai can’t stop thinking about it. He always comes back to this one. 

And the longer he stares at the photo, the heavier his cock feels in his palm. Kai shifts again, sitting up a little straighter before he slowly curls his fingers fully around his shaft. Another quick gasp leaves him, but Kai exhales noisily and bites the inside of his cheek to prevent any premature noises from escaping. Even though he’s never done this before, Kai doesn’t want to feel like an amateur. Whenever Kai has you, he’ll have to do more than this, right? He needs to practice now. He needs to make you feel good. He makes sure his grip is firm enough before he caaaaaaaarefully drags his fist down. Intensity shoots from his cock all the way to his brain, an explosion that sends his eyes rolling back into his skull and his head thrashing against the wall. Kai’s eyes blow out of his brain, and he pauses, fist resting at the base of his shaft. 

He can do this. It’s all for you—all for the pretty cashier who accidentally brushed his wrist, the one who touched him so softly; the one who didn’t send blistering hives across his flesh, bubbling. You’d touched him—touched him, and it was something he’d never forget. Even now, months later, the skin underneath your fingertips still burned like a fever. He was on fire, insane, and it was that memory that spurred his hand on. Kai gasps again, and he momentarily pauses whenever his fingers slide his foreskin over his cockhead but quickly continues. Your smile, those teeth, and Kai’s rolling his wrist down again. Each little gyration of his hand is quicksilver in his body, silver and lead poisoning, something spreading like a wildfire. His chest is tight, he feels tight, Kai is lightheaded and it’s only been three pumps. 

He’s been stalking you for so long. Kai sheathes his teeth through the inside wall of his cheek so that he can force himself to keep going. He’s rubbing himself as best as he can, groaning and moaning behind melded teeth. Up and down, but his thighs are shaking. His whole body is shaking. He’s imagining your touch, imagining how it would feel for you to wrap your fingers around his cock and slowly work him off. How much longer does he need to stalk you? Kai’s right hand shoots to his face, and the phone escapes his grasp and falls onto the floor, clattering embarrassingly loud, just to slap his mouth before it covers his eyes, massages into his brow line before it lids his mouth again. His cock is like a war drum, harder and harder, louder and louder, and Kai feels like he’s about to implode, about to plaster out, guts and grits and dregs splattered across the bathroom. He doesn’t want to wait any longer. 

His hips meet each pump of his hand now—it’s like clockwork, he can't control it. He’s panting, mewling for breath, and tears are brimming to life in his eyes. A few loose ones start trickling down the apples of his face, boiling, and Kai is whimpering behind his palm. The smiles of his nails slice the skin around his mouth, but it doesn’t ground him. Kai knows almost everything about you. There’s the strange pressure building up underneath his belly, and it’s almost too much for Kai to take. He can’t breathe now, he’s holding his breath, but he doesn’t even know why he’s doing that. There’s disease in his lungs, but Kai doesn’t care. Smoke, ash, and candle wicks, and it doesn’t stop the twisting, the cottonmouth in his belly coiling itself, pink mouth exposed. You probably don’t even remember that Kai exists. When he glances to the floor to see his phone, a few fat rivulets of tears drip onto its screen, fogging up the already mystical photo. Kai’s  stare is imploring whenever he starts to focus on it again. 

How would you have sex? Would you want to be on top or would you want him to be on top? Would you submit to him? Would he have to use toys on you? What sort of fetishes do you have? What about kinks? What places would be the most sensitive to touch? What places would make you moan the loudest? 

Kai’s cock is wailing now, banging its desolate body against the walls of its cage, and his fist is hammering himself in. That pushing, that tourniquet, soggy and dry, is spinning and spinning, and Kai’s starting to feel so dizzy and weightless. His fist is a mile a minute, aching and tense. 

Would you touch him until time ended? Would you never take your eyes off of him? Would you dedicate yourself to him like he would you? Would you beg him to hide you away from the rest of this disease-ridden world for your own safety? Would you only look at him until you died? 

Airy and whiny moans are tumbling out of his mouth, spilling over the edge and splashing to the floor. Kai feels so close, he doesn’t even know what close is, but he feels something, it’s imminent and impending, it won’t last much longer. 

Would you love him? Kai loves you, loves you, and only you. You have to love him back. He’ll make you. You’ll have to see what you do to him. You’d like his collection of you. You need to love him back. Kai wants to know what it’ll be like to have sex with you. He wants to know what it’ll be like to be inside of you for the rest of your lives. Kai needs it. Needs it. He’ll die without it. 

Kai needs you so bad that he can taste the desire on his tongue, and it only takes one sparing glance at that image of you, and only a tiny tug at his cock, and Kai is yelling. Everything in him fulminates, mushrooming out of control, and tremors seize his body. He’s cumming, Kai is cumming. And he’s whimpering, crying so hard and dipping his head down until his chin almost touches his collar bones. He’s trembling, white plumes squirting out of his cock uselessly, making a disgusting mess on the linoleum, but he can't concentrate on that. He’s staring at that image of you. He’s sitting there naked on a toilet in a bathroom, but you’re out there not with him. You’re not with him. You’re not here. He’s by himself, pleasuring himself, hidden away in a bathroom. 

Throes of passion and pleasure are melting through him, pillowing him in things he’s never felt before, but his reality remains true. 

You’re not his. 

Kai’s cock throbs again, desperate. 

You’re not his. 

Kai feels like his head is turning circles, on a carousel that won’t stop, quicker and faster, and it’s keeping his body suctioned to its agony. His fist never unfurls from his cock, and he starts pumping again. Harder. And his teeth make this terrible sound whenever they slide together, but Kai is staring at his phone and he bends forward so he can quickly snatch it back up, and his thumb begins madly flicking through the hundreds of images of you. He doesn’t even have a destination in mind—just you. 

You’re not his. 

Yet. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To Those Who Wait 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, virginity loss, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are tired of being the safe one so you decide to pay for some excitement.

Characters: escort!Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett

Note: yeah, I couldn’t resist.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

When you’re alone, you’re not free. You are imprisoned in a cell of your own making. Inside your own body. You’re the one who threw that key away so why do you care now? 

You do. You hate that you do. You hate that your phone won’t stop vibrating. And that you know exactly why. 

You turn your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes catch on the sparkle on your nightstand. A gold chain that isn’t yours.

The small medallion has an R on it. What was that name he used? Ransom? Doesn’t sound like a name, at least not one you’d give to anything but a rambunctious dog. 

You open the drawer and shovel the necklace inside. You slam it shut as you stand. You need to get your shit together. First thing, coffee. 

You’ve never been an optimist but you’re grateful Hugh left without you asking. That he didn’t stick around to rub your nose in the mess your made. Speaking of mess. You’ll have to throw your bedding in the wash. Maybe It’s better to burn it. 

Coffee on, a trash bag in hand, you set to overhauling your life. The sheets aren’t the only thing going. Your phone vibrates. The phone call flashes as you ignore it. 

You go back to the bedroom. A faint trace of his cologne lingers. You peel back the corners of the mattress sheet and bunch the rest of the bedding inside. You sheath it in the black plastic and tie it in a knot. 

You drag it out to the garbage chute and shove it until it drops down. You close the door heavily and return to your apartment. You drink the bitter coffee, sweet compared to your current state. You glance t your bedroom door and heave. 

You won’t even bother trying to sleep in there. Just the thought makes you uneasy. He’s ruined your safe place just like he ruined everything else. 

🛏️

The days are gruelling. Before, you didn’t mind being alone. You accepted that sentence, made what you could of it. You had hobbies. Now you don’t have the energy for them. You don’t see the point in them. Just distractions that can’t change your reality. 

Work is the only thing you can focus on. Not because it’s better, because you have to. It’s not the best job but you pay your own bills. You don’t have to rely on someone else to survive. You have yourself. It’s all you’ve ever really had.

How stupid you were to think you could ever have anything else? That someone could ever really want to have you. 

Hugh doesn’t want you. You’re not stupid. He wants to get off. It’s an ego thing or some sick fucking kink. How many guys did you hear say that ‘ugly girls are the fucking best in bed’ or ‘you can make an ugly girl do anything’. 

On your lunch, Vivica calls you. You answer if only to keep another notification from piling up. 

“Sup?” You ask dully as you break a cracker and let it crumble. 

“Oh, you know, wondering why I haven’t heard from you.” 

“Work. Busy,” you answer. You wait for a response. You cringe and make yourself speak. “What about you? What’s going on?” 

“Worried about you,” she insists. “You hate work.” 

“Sure do but it’s not really optional,” you shrug. “How was your night out?” 

“Which one? You haven’t been around.” 

You sigh, “are you mad at me?” 

“No, like I said. Worried.” She clicks her tongue, “look, that guy Curtis, he told me you’re not answering him either.” 

“And who gave you permission to give him my number?” You challenge as your scalp bristles. 

“Why didn’t you tell us about him?” 

You roll your eyes. “Well, obviously, it’s not working out so... that’s why. Same old.” 

“Seems like it could work out if you gave him a chance. He sounded pretty interested.” 

“It’s my choice,” you retort defensively. “It’s not the right fit.” 

“Cool,” she says sharply. “Sorry if I’m nosy but you haven’t told us anything about it. Or him. Or whatever is going on with you.” 

You close your eyes as they sting. You’re annoyed. You don’t want to talk about. You’re dying just to stop thinking about it. 

“Viv, you’re a good friend but you can give it up already. I’m a fucking loser and guys just aren’t that into me,” you sniff. 

“So why would he be asking about you?” 

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t know. I mean, that was a great birthday present. Probably preferable to the real thing. And I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not,” you scoff. “And no one has to pretend for me. It works perfectly.” 

“Oh, that was... everyone has toys. It wasn’t meant to be anything but fun.” 

“Sure, give the loser virgin some silicone so she can loosen up,” you spit. “You know what, I gotta get back to work.” 

She hesitates to answer, “fine. That sounds like a good idea. You're sooo busy so don’t waste your time on me. Bye.” 

“Yeah, bye.” 

You pull the phone from your cheek and tap the end button. You dab under your eyes then lean your face into your hands. Stop it. Don't be so stupid.

It wasn’t anything at all. You and Curtis. And obviously, Vivica only wanted to poke around. She probably can’t stand the idea of not having a disaster like you around to make her feel better. 

You’re just fine. You’re okay. You’re better off alone. Better for everyone that way. 

💔

Your apartment is overcrowded with the fog left behind by his intrusion. You can’t escape the stain he left on your existence. No matter how you try.

The showers don’t work. Even the bottle of wine you bought in desperation only took you back to the night at the hotel. Sleep isn’t an escape when you can’t close your eyes for more than five minutes. It’s all just meaningless. 

Everything you do is a farce. Pointless. Wake up, for what? Go to work, for what? Come home? Home?! Is that what you call this fetid place? 

A week. A week of ignoring the phone and that tick in the back of your head. A week of hearing a knock at the door that isn’t real. Of seeing shadows that aren’t there. 

Another day at your desk. Alone, despite the cubicles that pen you in, the buzz of voices on headsets, the clacking of keys, the clicking and scrolling. The trance of your denial stretches on. Your mind is not connected to the rest of you. Your fingers type without thought and your voice rises according to a script you recite by rote. 

“Hm, do you think the single king is better or the double queen?” The woman on the phone asks. You let out a sigh without censor. It’s the sixth time she’s gone back and forth. Each time you change the reservation type, you have to enter all the other details again. 

“It’s up to you, ma’am,” you utter. 

“I’m just thinking if maybe one of us wants to stay out a bit longer...” she hums. 

“I don’t care,” you blurt out and cringe. 

“Pardon?” She huffs. 

“Sorry, ma’am, nothing. Someone else was talking to me--” 

“No, no, that was extremely rude.” 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“Really, because you don’t sound very sorry,” she snaps. 

You aren’t. You stay quiet. Shit. 

“I would like a manager.” She sneers. 

“Of course,” you tap hold and transfer her through. No point being upset, there’s worse things in the world. You would know. 

You take off your headset. It’s almost the end of the day anyway. You get up and refill your bottle at the fountain. There’s little expediency in your task. You’ll do one more call then clock out. 

As you return to your desk, Mallory approaches. You look up as she flips up her cat-eye glasses. You already know what she’s here about. 

“Would you like to come back and get your write-up or should I just email it over?” She asks sharply. 

You don’t care. You’ll take the flag. After five years of working there and not a blemish on your record, what’s one? You shrug. 

“Whatever works is fine with me.” 

She narrows her eyes, “problem?” 

“Nope,” you put your headset on. “Phone’s ringing.” 

You tap the answer button and swivel away from her. She puffs and stomps and walks away. You go through the usual, this time navigating the booking without issue. It’s a lot easier when people know what they want. 

You save the reservation and sign off. You just want to go to the apartment and shut your brain off. You can’t keep wondering when and if this ever stops.  

You pull on your jacket and hike up your bag. You skip the elevator and take the stairs, not wanting to bear the tedious elevator ride with people you only know by obligation. You stride out the doors ahead of a straggling group but your escape from the corporate purgatory doesn’t free you. 

You put your head down and turn along the street. You don’t get far before you hear your name. At first, you ignore it, certain that you misheard. When it comes again in that familiar voice, you groan and stop. You face Curtis reluctantly. 

“Oh, hi,” you utter dryly. 

“Yeah, hi,” he matches your tone. “You know, I’ve been texting. Calling.” 

“I’ve been busy. Work.” Your eyes stray without meaning to. 

“Is that it? Work? I’ve been worried. You couldn’t just send a courtesy text?” 

You shake your head and shrug. You can’t look at him. Then you have to face everything. 

“What did I do?” He steps closer and you back up. You roll your eyes as they burn and gesture apathetically. 

“Nothing.” 

He sighs, “I thought we were going good. I thought—I don’t get it. I don’t get you.” 

“Ha, alright,” you scoff. “Why on earth would you want to be with me?” 

“Huh?” 

“Oh, come on. Clearly, I’m a fucking loser. So, what was it? You wanted to fuck the virgin and go back and brag to all your buddies?” You sneer and stare past his shoulder. 

“No, that never mattered to me. Guess you think I’m the loser,” he retorts. 

You shrug again. 

“What is your problem? What the hell?” He gets even closer. “Something... something happened.” 

“Nothing happened,” you try to look at him and wince. You’re going to be sick if you do. “I’m not even a virgin so... big loss.” 

“That’s not--” he sputters. “Tell me what’s going on.” 

“No--” 

“Don’t say nothing--” 

“Nothing,” you snarl and step back. “You don’t want to be with me and I’m not going to pretend.” 

You spin and go to march forward. You stop short before you can race away. Curtis rams into your back as he goes to follow. He grabs your arms lightly as he steps back. You stare dumbly at the figure strutting toward you. 

Hugh smirks as he waves and you pull away from Curtis. You turn toward the street and stumble back as a car honks, coming close to the curb as you do. You’re yanked back again, this time harder. 

“Christ, you’re going to get hurt--” Curtis says, his voice overridden by another. 

Hugh whistles and calls your name again, “hey, baby.” 

You close your eyes as you try to hide from reality. Your feet won’t move, or your arms. You stand there, shaking as his footsteps echo over the sidewalk. Curtis lets you go. 

“Oh,” he utters. 

“Hey, where ya going?” You’re grabbed from the other side and you wrench away from Hugh, spinning to face both of them as your eyes snap open. 

“Right,” Curtis says grimly. You finally look at him as his eyes scale the other man. 

“Who’s this?” Hugh asks as he reaches for you again. 

“No, go away. Both of you.” 

“Ah, come on, baby, haven’t seen you since the weekend. That was lots of fun,” he winks. “Late night.” 

Curtis shifts and tilts his head. He glares at Hugh as his hands furl and unfurl. Your legs quake dangerously. 

“I said go,” you hiss. 

“I think you owe us an explanation,” Curtis says evenly. His cadence is worse than anger, it’s hurt. 

“I can explain but not with him here.” 

“You’ll talk now that you’ve been caught, huh?” He looks at you and you recoil. 

“Never mind,” you say. “Whatever you think it is, that’s what it is.” 

He stares at you, his chest rising and falling. 

“Oh, yeah, we’re fuck buddies,” Hugh interjects. “She gets bored and well, I can’t say no. She's feral. She begs me--” 

“Shut up!” You bark at him. 

“I mean, I’m not complaining. It’s an open sorta deal but seems like maybe there’s a few things she didn’t mention to you, pal,” he continues. 

“He’s not--” you turn back to Curtis, “he’s not that. He isn’t. He’s a mistake.” 

“Oh, a mistake? Was I a mistake when you were cumming all over me--” 

You spin and shove him as hard as you can. “Fuck off!”  

He grabs your arms and you wrestle with him. You stagger around under his strength before you’re nearly bowled over completely. Curtis jabs him in the chest and inserts himself between the two of you. You rub your forearm as you stare at his back. 

“She said go.” 

“To you,” Hugh scoffs. 

“No, you. Get out of here,” he squares his shoulders. 

“I’m not afraid of you. I mean, it’s pretty fucking pathetic to defend that slut after she--” 

Curtis doesn’t hesitate. His arm cocks and swings so quickly, you don’t realise what happened until the crack and the other man’s grunt. Hugh retreats as you look around Curtis. He cradles his jaw as you stay hidden behind the other. 

“Don’t fucking call her that.” He growls. 

“Fucking simp,” Hugh spits blood onto the sidewalk. “You really gonna be cucked like that? When I had her on my dick like a glove--” 

You notice the crowd gathering near the front of the building. You recognise a few of your coworkers. As Curtis steps forward, you catch his arm. 

“Please, he’s not worth it.” 

“You are,” Curtis insists. 

“Curtis,” you squeeze his sleeve. You don’t want him to get hurt by you. Not more than he already is. “I’ll tell you everything. Please.” 

He takes a breath and lets it out slow. Hugh straightens and pinches his nose, “I’d kick your fucking ass if I wasn’t wearing prada,” he keeps his head back and turns away, “prick.” He stops and glances back, “don’t worry, baby. You’ll see me around... you’ll feel me.” 

Curtis sways as if he might go after him but thinks better of it. You let him go and wring the strap of your bag as you watch him. You're hollow. You don’t think you can tell him everything. 

“Tell me then,” he throws an arm out and turns to you. 

“I...” you look around. “Not here.” 

His jaw grits and he exhales heavily, “fine, where?” 

“Uh... we could... there’s a juice place nearby. It’s never busy.” 

“Sure,” he pushes his shoulders up. 

You look down and turn away. You’re melting in horror. He hates you. You feel it roiling off of him. Your only hope is that he hasn’t walked away. Not yet. He could’ve made this easier and just not have shown up at all. 

You enter the juice bar. “I’ll get something so they don’t kick us out.” 

He sniffs and sidles past you. He goes to the table in the corner. You go up to the counter. The employees are chattering in the lull. You pay for a bottled kombucha then retreat to the table. 

You climb up on the seat. He stares past you at the window. His fingers tap on the table. Your lips part and his gaze darts over to you. 

“Well?” He growls. 

You shudder. How do you say it? Don’t explain, just say it. Once he knows, it won’t matter what excuses you have. He’ll go and you’ll be left with a bottle of fermented juice you don’t even like. Maybe this is how it gets better. Just end it. 

“He’s a prostitute.” 

He twitches and narrows his eyes, “what?” 

“Hugh, that guy. I hired him to fuck me.” You say it a bit too plainly and grimace. “Look, I was... the first time was before me and you... but I...” your eyes burn and you flick them to the ceiling. “I don’t know why I’m even trying to save anything. I was desperate. For anything. I went online, I found an escort, and I paid half my savings for the worst night of my life.” 

“First time?” He plucks out the words. There’s the twist of the dagger. 

“He showed up again. I... I’m not going to relive it just so you can ditch me so, please, that’s all you need to know. I’m a sad little woman who paid to get rid of her virginity. At thirty years old. Yeah, yeah, that’s why I know you don’t want to be with me.” 

You look at the table, hoping you might become a part of it. That you’ll fade into the air and be nothing. Feel nothing. He’s quiet. The low murmur of music grows to a cacophony as you await the inevitable. 

“You didn’t want to?” He asks at last. 

You rub your cheek, eyes glued to the table. “I did it, that’s what matters.” 

“You didn’t tell me.” 

“What-- what was I supposed to say?” 

“Anything. Something. You could’ve just answered me,” he reaches across the table, past the bottle of unwanted kombucha. Like you, dejected and disgusting. “Hey...” 

“I have the texts. And I can show you the deposit, if you really don’t think I’m that stupid,” you plunge your hand into your bag as you talk. You take it out and tap around. 

“Look at me,” he pleads. 

“Really, it’s right here--” you flick your thumbs and open WhatsApp, “the messages—wait? No. My account...” you thumb around and drag down the menu from the top. You search your notifications. ‘Account Deleted due to misuse report’. No... 

“It’s gone,” you drop your phone on the table. “I have no proof--” 

“I said look at me,” he repeats, grittier than before. 

You quiver and make yourself obey. You look at him as he leans to reach further across, “I believe you.” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you? Look at me. I have to pay for it--” 

“Stop,” he commands. “I want you to stop that. Now.” 

“It’s true--” 

“I don’t care about him. About a stupid mistake. Shit happens. I’ve made mistakes too,” he wiggles his hand. “If I didn’t like you, do you think I’d be here?” 

You peek down at his hand. His knuckles are bruised. You frown and daintily touch his fingers. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“He deserved it,” he turns his hand and clasps onto yours. “Want me to kill him?” 

You look at him again and furrow your brow, “stop, I don’t feel like laughing.” 

His expression is grey. Serious. For a moment, you really think he means it. Then he squeezes your hand and his face eases. 

“I had to try,” he mutters. 

You don’t know what to do. You’re entirely unprepared for this. You didn’t expect to see him again, let alone for him to just forgive you for ignoring him, lying to him, or for just being you. 

“You wanna come over?” He asks. 

“Oh, um... I don’t know.” 

“I hope you don’t think I’m like him. I’m not asking for that. I think you maybe you shouldn’t go home,” he explains. “Not after—he seems like the type to hold a grudge, doesn’t he?” 

“Uh, oh, yeah.” 

He's right. Hugh came back after he got his money. Why wouldn't he show up again?

“And we don’t have to watch scary movies. Maybe something less... anxiety-inducing for now,” he offers. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you breathe as the weight slightly lifts from your chest. Is this how it goes? Do people just work things out? 

“But I wouldn’t mind a little bit of cuddling...” he looks around evasively, “if you can keep it secret.” 

You smile. For the first time since you last saw him. “Oh, I’m great at secrets, aren’t I?” 

“As long as that’s the only one you keep,” he replies, his tone hanging ominously over you. You can’t quite tell if it’s a joke or a threat. 

🩶

Curtis takes you back to your apartment. He waits at the door, his paranoia feeding your own. Does he really think Hugh would come back that soon? Yet, what has he done to make you think otherwise? The fact he came back at all is scary on its own. 

You grab only a few things. Something to sleep in and an outfit for the next day, along with your phone charger and a few necessities to keep yourself human. You don’t look back as you leave. You’re happy to be away, if only for a while. 

At his place, you’re restless. You don’t want to be. You’re exhausted. The days filled with anticipation of the world shattering around has turned to the fatigue of fallout.  

“You good?” He asks as he drags his palm over his stubbly hair. 

“Good,” you lie. 

“He can’t get you here.” 

You nod and hum. 

“But that’s not what you’re worried about,” he says. 

“Why... not to sound ungrateful but why... why?” 

“You know, a lot of guys might get tired of having to repeat themselves but if I gotta tell ya every day how much I like you, so be it. As long as you’re there to hear it.” 

You nudge him without thinking and he tilts his head. 

“Sorry, it’s just... you don’t look like the cheesy type.” 

“Not cheesy. Honest.” 

That word stings. It could be nothing but it almost feels like a lash. You weren’t. You lied. You ran away. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” you turn away. 

“You don’t gotta. I’m just... checking. You hungry? I could get us some pizza.” 

“Oh,” you think about it but not very long as your stomach growls. You can’t remember if you had anything but coffee. 

“Is that a yes? What do you like? Anchovies girl, I know it.” 

You scrunch up your face and he snorts, “I don’t know what’s sexier,” he drawls. “Your smile or the way you look when you’re annoyed.” 

You roll your eyes, “stop.” 

“Stop what?” 

“I’m not... sexy,” you look away. 

“You are,” he insists. 

“No... I...” 

“Let’s see; eyes, gorgeous. Lips, delicious, and the way your booty kinda...” he traces with his fingers and your cheeks set alight. 

“Curtis,” you gasp. 

“A guy can’t help but notice. I also love a thrill and you scare me. Just a little,” he smirks. “So, toppings? Not anchovies.” 

“Hot peppers and whatever you like.” 

“Spicy. I knew it,” he proclaims. 

“Ugh, stop being so lame,” you chirp. 

“You first,” he throws back. “Go, get cozy. I’ll order.” 

You nod and give a sheepish smile, or an attempt at one. You take your bag into the front room and take out your pajamas. You go into the bathroom and lock yourself in. You sit on the edge of the tub and try to set yourself straight. 

There’s a glimmer of disbelief in you. It’s too good to be true. Did you really find a good one? 

You change as his voice drones from the other side of the door then quiets. You can’t shake that uneasiness that keeps you precarious. You still can’t trust that it won’t all break. 

You come out with your clothes under your arm, sure not to make too much noise. You tiptoe down and peek into the front room. Curtis stands with his back to you, by the chair where you left your bag. You creep up behind him and lean to see what he’s doing. 

At first you assume it’s his phone but the charm on the phone case assures you otherwise. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

He doesn’t startle. He merely faces you and clutches the phone tight. His knuckles strain and you look between his eyes and the cell. 

“Curtis?” 

“He’s texting you again.” 

“How? He deleted the conversation,” you try to see the phone and he holds it away from you. “Hey, give me the phone--” 

“Burner, I bet,” he backs away and puts his attention back to the screen. “Oldest trick in the book.” 

“Just block the number,” you say as you follow but he stays beyond your grasp. “Turn the phone off. It’s not--” 

“You have to promise,” he rears on you and you stagger. 

“Promise?” 

“To tell me. If, when he messages or calls or anything. I have to know.” 

“You don’t think—I don’t want him around.” 

“I know you don’t. I want to keep him away.” He insists. 

“Right, but--” 

“And you did lie to me. If I didn’t find out today, what’s to say he didn’t hurt you? If you really don’t want him around, it sounds like maybe you’re scared of him. Like he did more than you’re telling me--” 

“Curtis, I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” you swallow. 

“Neither do I. Do you think I like it? Thinking about you with someone else?” 

You whimper, “I thought... I thought... it was okay.” 

“I’m not...” he scratches his jaw, the friction coarse and loud. “I’m trying to help. I’m trying to move forward and if we’re going to do that, he can’t be around. Ever. And you can’t lie. That includes not telling me things.” 

“I know, I’m sorry, I...” you avert your eyes guiltily. “I’ll never forgive myself.” 

He exhales and lowers the phone. He comes closer and holds it out to you. You take it without looking at him. 

“No, I’m sorry. I just... I got worked up when I saw what he sent.” He opens his arms, “come here.” 

He pulls you against him, your head on his shoulder. He holds you like that. You shiver against him. 

“What did he send?” You croak. 

“I’m sure you can guess the kind of nasty things he said,” he pets your head. “I got rid of it. And if he shows his face, I’ll get rid of him too.” 

You wrap your arms around him but find little comfort in his embrace. Something about his tone unsettles you. Get rid of him... He sounds like he means it. Like more than just blocking his number. How well do you really know him? 

[moodyvoid]

Chad Spinner vs Virgin Overhaul

[theshinazugawaslut]

DECEMBER SPECIALS —

/ december is always a festive and important month to many people, and i look forward to it every year! this month will have lots of fluffy drabbles and comfort fics, alongside the teased yandere sanemi fic ;) but here's the plan laid out:

Home | Dabi x Reader | Fluff, Angst, Comfort ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which touya is the disowned son of the prestigious todoroki family. he lives in a small house with too many jobs and long hours, but seeing your face and holding his baby makes it better than that god-awful mansion he grew up in] ❞

I Wanna Be Yours | Levi Ackerman x Reader | Angst w/ Comfort ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which levi had to leave his wife years ago when they came for him all those years ago in the underground. it's been years and he wonders if you hate him as he raises his hand to knock on the door.] ❞

Espresso | Eren Jaeger x Reader | Fluff ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which eren falls in love with the seemingly bimbo barista at his local cafe who he ended up chatting to one midnight whilst studying for his big upcoming philosophy exam and realises you're much more thoughtful and deeper than you look.] ❞

Apocalypse | Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader | Fluff ╰┈➤ ❝ [in which life seems much easier when sanemi is kissing you underneath the stars and holding you so tight that you might just explode] ❞

A Little Death | Kai Chisaki x Reader | Angst w/ Comfort ╰┈➤ ❝ [Depression hits you hard. Kai hits it back even harder.] ❞ / these are among many other drabbles and long one-shots that will be given to you! / another series that will be hitting the december specials is a toxic, virgin boyfriends series very heavily requested by a certain anon, it will include:

Choso Kamo

Katsuki Bakugo

Sukuna Ryomen

Todoroki Touya/Dabi

Todoroki Shoto

Kai Chisaki/Overhaul

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Sanemi Shinazugawa

More...

/ alongside a demon slayer vampire au w. sanemi as our prince / and, lastly, presenting:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀: 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

this is an intense story following the sociopathic, obsessive, and mentally disturbed sanemi shinazugawa convicted of destroying your life.

[after-witch]

For your overhaul head cannons of having sex with him for the first time, I love the idea that he just assumes you’re a virgin (cause why wouldn’t you be? you’re so pure and heavenly that clearly you’ve never been defiled by another person)

He’s so clinical and cold while having sex, thank god this isn’t actually reader’s first time and they’ve actually had non-overhaul sex before.

I feel like I’d want to spite him by, in the middle of sex, looking him in the eye and going, “I had unprotected sex with a hundred of people before you kidnapped me.”

Oh of course. I also just like in general when yanderes assume reader is a virgin and their first must be with them, even if it's not true. Adds an extra layer of fucked up.

Oh, that'd be a huge mistake for any reader to make, lol. He'd lose his shit. Might just do to reader what he does to Eri... he can remake you, but cleaner, purer, this time. And he can do it again and again, until it sticks, don't you know.

[chaifootsteps]

Since I know you're a Phantom of the Opera fan, I had this realization that I figured I'd share with you and all who follow this blog: Helluva, Stolitz in particular now, is basically gay Love Never Dies.

Characters starting out with having compelling relationship that could work in another life but there's a toxicness currently that won't make it work well and the one with the power realizes their wrongs originally (ending of Phantom of the Opera, end of Ozzie's) which later canon (Love Never Dies, Helluva Season 2) disregards? Check.

Other characters derailed far away from what they once were into unlikable people to force the focal ship to work? Check.

Character in main ship does a whole bunch of wrong and the narrative paints him as the victim? Check.

Characters in main ship sing a song about how they have sex? Check.

The only way Helluva could be more "gay Love Never Dies" is if Helluva ends with Fizz trying to murder Blitzo, Stolas dies, and then Blitzo sings sadly about how he lost Stolas.

-Afterlife Anon

God, it's true, especially the bit about overhauling all the other characters in an attempt to force people to like the main ship. Poor, poor Raoul...

The best thing that can be said for Love Never Dies is that some of the songs are stunning; the sex one is actually my favorite. The virgin When I See Him versus the chad Beneath A Moonless Sky.

(I've also been informed by a dear friend and resident Phantom of the Opera expert that Andrew Lloyd Webber projects something fierce onto Erik the same way Viv projects onto Stolas. So you know, there's that.)

[curiousquirks]

Kinktober 2023 | BNHA x Reader

Hi everyone, welcome to my 2023 Kinktober line-up/masterlist! I had lots of fun last year and I hope y’all will enjoy this year even more! Just the same as last year, I did randomizers to select kinks and characters. 2 main kinks (but expect extra kinks included for each <3) will be present in each small fic for every day of October. This page will update as I upload each fic.

All fics will be tagged with “curiouskinks 2023”

Warning: Dark content included! Please mind the tags/content warnings given for each day!

UPDATE:

Due to a family emergency that occurred suddenly in October this kinktober got postponed. It will be completed (hopefully) by the end of 2023.

Day 1: Lady Nagant x GN!Reader

Biting | Jealousy

Day 2: Curious x GN!Reader

Praise | Lingerie

Day 3: Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Bruising | Washing/Cleaning Each Other

Day 4: Mr. Compress x GN!Reader

Petplay | Scent

Day 5: Toya Setsuno x F!Reader

Bar/Club Scene | Humiliation

Day 6: Overhaul x GN!Reader

Bribery | Oral

Day 7: Mount Lady x F!Reader

Massage | Hairpulling

Day 8: Dabi x GN!Reader

Writing on the skin | Bloodplay

Day 9: Endeavor x F!Reader

Mirrors | Prostitution

Day 10: Best Jeanist x F!Reader

Wet Dream | Overstimulation

Day 11: Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Film/Photography | Cock Warming

Day 12: Edgeshot x F!Reader

Virginity | Mutual Masturbation

Day 13: Chronostasis x GN!Reader

Bratty Sub | Phone Sex

Day 14: Dabi x F!Reader

Sex Pollen | Begging

Day 15: Shin Nemoto x F!Reader

Blindfold | Breeding

Day 16: Hawks x GN!Reader

Piercing | Exhibitionism

Day 17: Lady Nagant x F!Reader

Overstimulation | Sex is Interrupted

Day 18: Giran x F!Reader

Titjob | Facial

Day 19: Sir Nighteye x GN!Reader

Facesitting | Sexswap

Day 20: Overhaul x F!Reader

Dirty Talk | Pregnancy

Day 21: All For One x F!Reader

Sex Toys | Orgasm Control

Day 22: All Might x GN!Reader

Anonymous Sex | Body Worship

Day 23: Mirko x F!Reader

Voyeurism | Mommy Dom

Day 24: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Facial | Glory Hole

Day 25: Giran x GN!Reader

Spanking | Humiliation

Day 26: Mirko x F!Reader

Clothed Sex | Squirting

Day 27: Overhaul x GN!Reader

Thigh Fucking | Voice

Day 28: Mr. Compress x F!Reader

Fem Dom | Knives

Day 29: Curious x F!Reader

Unconscious | Teasing

Day 30: Dabi x F!Reader

69 | Squirting

Day 31: Overhaul x GN!Reader

Chasity | Boot Worship

[isabeauwolf]

Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul

Part 2 - The Queens One Winged Bird

(Warning - smut in this chapter 🔥😏 Enjoy my lovelies!)

There he is.

Kai Chisaki, Overhaul.

No, your prized bird. You obsession. If you were honest with yourself you would wage war for this man should anyone dare try to take him away from you.

Your heartbeat quickens hard in your ribcage. He's more handsome and breathtaking in person, so close and yet so far away. His cold, calculating and merciless bright liquid golden gaze staring back at you, made your body tingle and shiver in excitement, it was euphoric and desire sing in your veins.

Calm down, girl. Don't want to spook him. You mentally chastised yourself, keeping your face neutral as you greeted him with a smile, filled with genuine happiness, instead of your practiced perfect fake smiles. "Good evening, Kai Chisaki." You stood, allowing him to fully see you in one of your favorite dresses and one of his favorite colors, purple and green. "Please join me for dinner after the last two rough days you've had. I'm sure that you are no doubt hungry."

The alburn haired man was hesitant before squaring his shoulders, masked chin held high, stalking into the dining room as if he owned it, as if your roles were reversed, he was the King of the Castle and you were the slave just bought and sold to him. His movements were graceful, confident and elegant as he stood in front of the tableware waiting for him at the end of the table as a servant pulled out his chair.

What shouldn't have surprised you was how Kai's rigid stance lowered into a bow, showing respect. "Your majesty, it is I who is honored to be graced with your presents." He raised his heart, drinking in your choice of gown as you curtsied back. "I see you must know plenty about me, if you are wearing my favorite colors." Thin brow raising, his heart swelled and raced seeing you in his favorite colors and color scheme for his house, it suited you.

The floor length purple satin gown, dyed green lace trimming along your neck, waist, ends of your sleeves, trailing from your waist to the front and fanning out onto the train along the back. From what he could make out inside your sleeves was green as well as he took in the rest of your appearance emeralds and amethyst necklace stringed around your neck with your emblem and matching rings sat on the middle finger of your right hand.

You wore light makeup that enhanced your natural beauty apart from the matching eye shadow that made your eyes pop and appear to glow underneath the candle light. The same jewels were woven into the long braid of your hair as the rest fell free hand stopped at your waist.

Kai was mesmerized, entranced. A bewitching angel of the night, he thought.

"I hope I haven't embarrassed myself and came overdressed." You joked lights, plump lips curling as you sat down in your seat.

"Not at all," Kai replied in earnest, sitting as well as one of the wine bearers served him wine in a golden goblet. "It is I, who am undressed I'm afraid."

"Nonsense," You fired back, chuckling lightly. "I'd rather you become comfortable instead of being forced to wear anything uncomfortable and suffer." You waited for your poison tester to sip from his silver sample goblet before allowing you to drink your own.

Kai gaze focused on your food tester, watching for any signs of food poisoning or an assassination attempt. If anyone dared tried to kill you underneath his watch, quirkless or not, he'd murder them himself. The thought made anger and rage spike and ignite in his blood, noticing nothing was amiss, he visibility relax. He took off his face mask and placed it into his pocket, unfolded his napkin and placed it in his lap before reaching a gloved hand for his wine, "I appreciate the kind gesture," he hummed, sniffing the burgundy liquid before bringing it to his lips.

His half hoodie gaze widened as he tasted a familiar wine he often enjoyed a cup of after a long week from his own personal stash in the wine seller. "Seems you even know my favorite wine as well." A hint of a smile graced his lips. "It's unnerving and heartwarming all the effort you've done to welcome me." He tiled his head, resting his gloved palm in his hand. "What could I have possibly done to warrant The Queens generosity and favor? A former criminal." Amusement shining in his eyes, taking another sip.

I owe you my life. You thought, remember the day long ago when a street rat helped you when you were a child. You never knew, if that small act of kindness was out of honor, a passing whim or not. Shoving that memory aside into the back of your mind, you lowered your goblet, copying his gesture, and fluttering your lashes at him. "It's a story for another time I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint you, Chisaki."

He met your gaze, your beautiful and bewitching gems that often plagued his thoughts and his dreams, not that he'd ever admit it. "Never took you as the sort of teasing and sassy type." A hint of a teasing lit in his usual monotone drawl, sounding smooth and sinful as melting chocolate.

"And I knew you had a silver tongue, but never figured you were such a shameless flatterer." It took everything in you not to grow easily flustered, but your body betrayed you and heated up.

That earned you a short chuckle. "Old habits I'm afraid, my apologies. After spending so long talking with clients and possible sponsors it's become second nature."

"Yes, softening and buttering up others with pretty words, bullshitting and hurrying along to the next much bigger idiot, I understand very well." You chuckled this time, watching as your dinner guest nearly choked on his mouthful of wine.

He was embarrassed and flabbergasted, as he wiped his face and chin with his napkin.

"What? Was it something I said?" Your innocent smile widened into a smirk. "Being the ruler of this nation I've had my fill of boring small talk of politics, past histories, war campaigns, the weather and flattered those elder men in an ass kisses contests for as long as I've been alive." You snicker, covering your mouth with the back of your manicured hand.

Oh, Pops would have loved you. Kai inwardly thought, chuckling harder in between catching his breath. Unlike the perfect angel I've pictured her to be all this time. Your blunt honesty was refreshing and caught him off guard.

The more you two talked, drank wine and ate the more Kai would grow amused from your unabashed, cheeky and flirtatious banter.

He found he enjoyed your company. After barely eating anything edible since his capture, Kai felt ravenous. Eating nearly anything in his sights both out of hunger and manners as a guest.

He should have known you would soon nearly pounce on him. After finishing his dessert of baked honey'd pears, his gaze watched you rise to your feet, grabbing your goblet and slowly strolling towards him. Kai left his heartbeat thunder hard in his ears, swallowed his mouthful of wine, his gaze lowered to the tempting and seductive sway of your hips, then rising from his chair and wiping his mouth with his napkin and slipping his cloth mask over his face to hide the deep blush heating and adoring his cheek.

"Oh, my pretty birdy." You reached out, brushing your fingers over the covering on his face, cooing sweetly at him. "I can be a generous Mistress." You purred, an intense twinge of desire staring at him; tilting your head and letting your hand fall, the intrusive tempting to run your smooth hands all over his muscled and smooth chest through his clothes, but you held off, not yet.

Overhaul's face scrunched up in disgust. "You mean as your whore." He spat with venom, staring his nose down at you, eyes harsh and ice cold. On the outside, he was tense and heated, but on the inside he didn't think you would offer to sleep with him so soon after his arrival. His felt goosebumps prickling across his body as he fought to remain still and not shudder, appear unaffected and offended.

"All I ask is for you to become my male courtesan." You shug your shoulders, walking backwards towards to give him space, which he was grateful for. You gracefully sat down atop the dining room table and crossing your legs. "You will be my eyes and ears in court while I am away." You hum, bating your pretty lashes up at him, "I know you are a smart man. You don't become the second in command of the Shie Hassaikai on looks and muscle alone, Overhaul." Your purred his villain alias, eyes growing heavy-lidded.

The use of his old villain name made him flatter a tad. "You know my Villain name?" He tilts his head, the scar on his temple reflecting in the light. "My name is known even in your ears." A light twitch of his jaw as a small smirk tugged on his lips.

"Yes, I've been a fan of yours you could say." You nod. "I may not like you using a child to complete your goal, but I still supported you from behind scenes in the shadows." You wink and grin, studying his expression as you let the truth slip past your lips.

Now that made his eyes widened. "You were one of my secret supporters and sponsors?" He asked, raising a thin brow. He tried to keep his tone calm and flat, but the pure shock and curiosity were present.

"Surprise." You clapped your hands together and your smile widened standing to your feet. "Other than that one detail as I've said. I'm your biggest fan." You curtsy as you finish your cup of wine and set it on the table, licking your lips, slow and sensual. "Good night, Chisaki." You whisper, meeting his eyes, noticing a hint of an adorable blush growing and spreading across the tips of his ears.

You stand, straighten your gown and posture, curtsying once more and stroll past him. "Sleep well and remember that my offer still stands." You purr, glancing over your shoulder, eyes heavy lidded, then leaving. "Eraser will show you to your room."

Kai was left tongue tied, watching you go. He didn't move when servants began cleaning and clearing the dirty dishes. When you disappeared around the corner, only then, did he release the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

Eraser leaned against the doorway, irritation and tiredness clung to the raven haired man. "This way Chisaki."

Kai followed without a word.

👑👑👑

After returning to your room, wine clouding your head and your body warm, tingling as your maids helped you undress, untying and re-brushing your hair and washing you with a small cloth and a silver carrying tub, then redressed for bed.

You stepped towards the window, your pure white nightgown brushing your legs and swaying along your movements. Completely naked underneath it, raising a hand, reaching out leaning and pressing your hand against the glass; the night chill and coolness of the window caused you to shiver and felt good against your heated skin.

You felt nostalgic.

You wondered, if he remembered the both times he saved you? You could never forget.

Everything was too nosy, too crowded as you blink away big tears with the back of your hands, only for more fat, hot and salty droplets streaming down your face. "Eraser, Shota." You whisper, sobbing harder.

It was dark. It's after curfew and you were lost. Chasing after that cute cat you saw near the market, it was so fluffy and fat as it ran away when you tried to pet it. You honestly didn't know how Eraser made it look so easy! Maybe he was some kind of cat whisperer? Or did he know a secret spell?

You ignored his call of your name as he pushed his way towards you, threw the overly crowded streets before closing for the night, then reopening within an hour for the more adult market, late night entertainment and wares. Determination in your mission to pet the cat, Eraser's panicked voice was the last time you heard as you chased deeper and deeper into the back alleyways. You didn't pay attention to where you were going, this way or that, how many left or rights you took.

Only when you stopped to rest, hunched over, hands on your knees and gasping for breath did you notice it was too quiet. Raising your head, wiping your messy hair from your sweaty forehead did you realize that you were lost and alone.

The sun had descended past the horizon moments ago, leaving you in pitch black darkness. You were scared of the dark. You started to tremble and shake, bottom lip quivering as you twirled around in the blackness. "Eraser." You whimper, tears stung your eyes.

Blinking them away and started slowly making your way back.

It was no use. Everything looked the same, dark and creepy, scary.

Eventually, you found people. Nobody would help you. Except for him, the boy who saved you.

You stood in front of the mouth of an alleyway when the boy noticed you and heard you whispering, weakly. "Please, help me."

The boy paused.

You swallowed nervously and tried again. "Please, sir. Please, help me."

Tilting his head to the side, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he took in your messy hair, clothes and signs of crying from your red, puffy gems. Turning to face you as his taller frame towered over you, shadow covering the lower half of his face, or was it the cloth mask he wore blending into the pitch blackness.

All except for his eyes.

His bright liquid amber hues sparkled like gold underneath the moonless sky. He appeared to be a noble with his fancy shoes, trousers, shirt and cloak. The intricate detail and unique design woven with care and crafted went unnoticed to you.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" His gaze is cold, narrowing. "It's late." He continues chastising you harshly. "Little kids like you should already be in bed."

"I'm lost." You whisper, sniffing.

The boy tilted his head. "How?"

You grew heavily embarrassed, pouting your lips. "Chasing a cat."

He deadpans. "Are you serious? Who would ever be that stupid?"

Your frown deepened. "I'm sorry." Your hair falling over your eyes as your hands, clenched tightly into your dress.

He sighed, running a gloved hand through his short alburn hair. Awkwardly shifting on his feet. It wasn't any of his business. He didn't know you. From what Kai could tell you were of noble class or higher, given your fancy yet dirty clothes. He could leave, walk away and present he never saw you, however, he had a feeling you would cry and pitch a fit, chase after him and draw attention, which he didn't need. Closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose through his cloth mask with his thumb and index finger, clicking his tongue and reopening them to stare down at your innocent and teary eyed, doe-like eyes. "You better make me not regret this." he muttered, "Where do you live, brat?"

A spike of anger and offense surged through you, yet you bit your tongue, even if, your face gave away your emotions.

The boy raised a brow, clearly amused. "Well?"

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down and admitted, "The Queen's Castle."

He gave you a look that said he didn't believe you. "It's not nice to ask for help and then lie."

Your brows furrow. "I'm not." You sassed back.

The boy opened his mouth to speak and argue further when a voice called out his name. "Kai! Where'd you go?" A elder man appeared, his gaze immediately spotted you. "Who's this?"

"She says she's lost Pops." The boy, now known as Kai answered. "Asking for help and wants to go to The Queen's Castle."

The elder man, Pops nodded his head and knelt down to get a better look at you. "What's your name, my dear?" He asks. His hard expression softening and voice more gentle.

You peak around Pops to meeting Kai's gaze, then shift back to Pops.

Pops chuckles, good humorously. "Don't mind, Kai. He's a hardheaded and mean little shit, but deep down he has a kind heart."

The boy grows flustered. "Pops."

You giggle, wiping your eyes as Pops hands you a handkerchief to clean your face and dry your tears.

Eraser's voice calls you. "My Lady! Y/n!"

You perk up, turning your head in the direction of the young teens voice. "Eraser." You smile wide.

Both Pops and Kai's eyes widen as you run past them, calling for your guards name. "Eraser!"

The black haired teen twirls around, jumping off the rooftop and lands directly in front of you, panting, sweaty and disheveled. "Princess Y/n." He rushed towards you and scoops you up into his arms.

Pops quickly recovered, smiling. "I see now. That's why she looked familiar. It's our Princess." He hums, reaching over, placing his head on the top of Kai's head and forcing him to down in respect as he does the same. "Your Majesty, please forgive my sons foolishness."

Kai grows even more flustered.

Eraser's charcoal gaze glances over at the strangers, narrowing in suspicion. "The Shie Hassaikai."

"Shota, please don't be angry at them." You pull away and quickly explain. "They found me, honest."

Erasers gaze lowers to your own. He knew you were telling the true as he sighed. "Apologies," he muttered, blowing.

Pops and Kai raised their heads. "I'm Ryūji Chisaki." He points at the preteen. "This is my adoptive son, Kai Chisaki." Bowing once more. "I wish we could have met during better circumstances, Princess. Eraser."

"It's okay." You whisper, smiling. "Thank you, Chisaki."

Kai remained quiet. You were telling the truth. He recognizes Eraserhead, your body guild from his nightly patrols, the long black ebony tresses, tired eyes and blinding cloth around his neck. His quirk allowed him to erase quirks for a brief time.

Eraser shifted you into crook of his arm, reaching inside his clothes and pulled out a bag of gold. "Here take this as payment."

"What?" Pops looked taken back. "I couldn't possibly."

You took the bag of gold, hopped down and walked towards Kai, offering it to him with a smile. "Please take it, Chisaki."

Kai stared at the bag of gold in your hand, you, his adoptive father and back to you. He's completely stunned. He's not used to such chivalrous kindness apart from Pops.

"Take it, brat." Pops laughs. "Something tells me our little Princess is as stubborn and thick heard as you are."

Hesitantly and slowly, Kai took the bag. Your fingers brushes against his gloved ones as he muttered shyly, "Thank you, Princess."

"Y/n," you correctly, smiling as the preteens blush deepens. "Thank you again, Kai."

Eraser takes your hand in his own. "Come, your parents are waiting."

"Goodbye!" You waved. Kai Chisaki, you giggle to yourself. I'll never forget you.

Pops and Kai watched you two leave.

"How did she end up here?" Pops asked, stroking his chin in though, lips curling into a smirk as his adoptive sons face heated further.

"She was chasing a cat." Kai murmured, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing away. "Ridiculous."

"Where you going to take her home?" Pops presses, already knowing the answer.

"Maybe." Kai replied.

Pops laughed again, patting him on top of the head. "You would have done a good thing, Kai."

The pair continued about their business.

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That night you seemed to haunt his dreams.

You said you were his biggest fan. Why wouldn't you want to service him? Call him into your bed chambers. Or better yet, why wouldn't you want to sneak into his?

He's had wet dreams before, he's a healthy man after all.

Always thinking about masturbation as a chore as he got himself off, then his thoughts would wander to you. You had addressed him by his last night, the name he'd abandoned when he'd adopted his villain persona, then you purred his alias. It made him curious to hear you call him by his first name as you moaned and writhed underneath him.

It was as if you had casted some for a secret spell on him.

A phantom figure of your silhouette appeared, you crawling into his bed, straddling his waist and grinding yourself against him while moaning and smiling that coy smile.

Unlike all of the other wet dreams of the past, this one. It felt too good to be real. He can feel the heat of your body, the wetness of your core pressing against the tent in his pajama's. You hair was undone, Kai shivered, resting a gloveless hand on you hip, thumb lightly caressing as his other traveled higher to grope and knead one of your mouthwatering breasts. He grunted and groaned, hissing in a breath to discover to his delight and surprise you were completely naked underneath your cloak.

His hips thrusted upward against your grinding, his need mounting, patience and control snapping. He rolled you two over with him on top and you flat against your back, yanking down his pajamas to free his raging erection to fist himself as you untied your cloak and baring your complete nakedness before him.

"Kai," you moan, spreading your legs wider and beckon him to you. He cannot resist your sweet siren's song. "I ache and hunger for you, please."

Kai's gaze grew heavy-lidded. Feasting his intense and hungry stare between your thighs as he leans down, resumes his grinding his length against your glistening wet sex. His hands fists the sheets, caging you against him, bending his head to capture a perk nipple into his mouth, causing you to moan and arch into his touch.

"Oh, Kai." You cling onto him, moaning and begging in his pierced ear. "Inside, Kai, inside. I need you." You angle your hips and forcing the tip of his cockhead to press against your entrance, causing his hips to still.

Kai smirks. "Do you want me cock, my Queen?"

You nod your head, wiggling in anticipation as you bite your bottom lip. "Please, Kai."

"Say it, my angel." He purrs, trails kisses from from your breast to your neck. "You want me to fuck you? Ravage you?" He hums, voice growing low and deep. "Make you into a fallen angel?"

"Yes." You pant, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles. "Overhaul, please."

He cupped your jaw, staring deep into your eyes. "With pleasure." He pushes his hips forward, past your soaking wet folds, feeding you his length as he grunts, "You're mine, all mine." Pressing himself deeper giving you immense pleasure and his eyes did not move from your face, getting drunk on your expressions of sinful delight and lust as your body adjusted to his invasion. "No one else can have you." His eyes narrowed, hips began to push deeper before pulling back and thrusting completely home, sinking to the hilt in a single hard and unforgiving thrust.

You released a pleasure cry and tightening your hold on him.

Kai used his strength to pull both of your hands off his body and pin them above your head, fingers completely intertwined. "All fucking mine." Pressing his full bodyweight on top of you, your breasts squished against his own.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck.

He began rutting into your body with an animistic rhythm and more deliberate thrusts. His movements more passionate and rapid, deep growls coming from his chest. "Tell me, Y/n." His fingers tightly to yours, his desire growing. "Who do you belong to?"

"Overhaul." You answered without hesitation or shame.

He raised his head again to admire you. Your hair sprawled against his pillow, your plump lips falling wide as each sinful, swallow breaths and wonton moan slips from your mouth. Your breasts bouncing in time with his hard thrusts.

"Again." He grunts, fucking into you harder.

"Overhaul!" You obey.

Kai forced himself to complete stop while buried deep inside. His head tilts back as he huffs out a shuddering breath. His body begs for you, even if his words don’t.

His body and every ounce of his monstrous, twisted and tainted black soul wanting to serve you and only you.

Intense, lustful golden hues meeting your desperate and misty eyes, he took pity on you. His lips grazed your lips, claiming your mouth, resuming his movements to a more sensual and slower pace. Wanting to savor this feeling, your tight and hot sheath wrapped around his cock, fluttering and squeezing him, demanding everything he had to give. You kissed him back, full of passion and hunger, whining underneath him. "Don't stop, Kai, don't stop."

Such a bratty and demanding tease you are.

A slow chuckle emitted from deep within his throat, his eyes falling half-lidded as his smile grew wider and more playful. His lips brush the outer shell of your ear, "You want me to go faster, my naughty angel?"

“Please,” you uttered quietly.

"As you wish, my love." Kai nips at your neck, rising upright, letting go out your hands to spread your legs wider, hooking your legs into the crook of his arms and pounding into your tight heat with more vigor.

You keen louder, griping onto his chest, nails clawing down his hard muscles as he grunts and shudders.

His eyes darting down to were you two were joined, one, watching in sick, twisted fascination as his cock disappeared and reappeared into your core, the deepest part of your body. Kai heard himself panting, heartbeat drumming loud in his ears as your walls clenched and tightened around him like a vise.

You moaned his name as you climaxed, gushing all over his cock and dripping down onto the bed as he continued pounding you into the mattress through your orgasm.

"God, Y/n, angel," Kai's breath hitch in his throat, his jaw falling slightly slack and eyes glazing over briefly, his own climax coming faster than he anticipated.

He didn't stop.

Couldn't even if he tried, not this time. He didn't, even when his thighs began to ache and burn, he kept going. "My love, I'm-"

Kai's golden eyes snapped open. He's gasping, panting, sweating and disoriented as his hazy gaze meets the ceiling. Blinking rapidly in confusion as the foggy of half awake and asleep, his body felt hot and needy, hands clenching and nearly ripping the sheets as he sat upright. Thin brows furrow as he glanced down at his lap, the sheets and his pajama pants are hot and sticky, stuck to his skin as he grimaced.

Snippets of his dream came back to him. You. You haunted his dreams again.

Kai groaned in frustration, rubbing his eyes with a clenched closed fists as he threw off the sheets, bedding, swinging his legs over the edge and rising to his feet. The ex-criminal stripped off his soiled clothes and bedding, throwing them into the laundry basket in embarrassment, his cheeks and ears red. He muttered curses, huffing and making his way toward the went washing station, grabbing the water pitcher, pouring water into the porcelain bowl to wash his hands and face.

Kai released the breath that he was holding and his shoulders relaxed, leaning against the mirror to calm his breathing, pressing the heel of his hand into his aching and throbbing head, trying to lesson the growing tension and embarrassment knots twisted in his belly. The adrenaline slowly fading from his system as he shivered and shuddered, mouth scrunching up into a grimace as he opened his golden eyes. "Ugh, I'm filthy." He shivered as the early morning chill crepted into the room, wiping himself down with the a clean cloth and the water into the porcelain bowl until he was fully satisfied.

Throwing the dirty cloth into the laundry basket as he stood in the room, fully naked, he didn't care about his nudity, he wasn't ashamed of his body. He took pride him his form, honing his body as well as his mind from sparing with his men or against challengers in the underground fighting death matches in the black market or back home. Kai glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing himself from the waist up, his own reflection scowl at him as he grit his teeth. All this planning, all this hard work gone.

True, he was now closer to you, his angel. The one woman who had stolen his dark, twisted and monstrous beating heart. His molten golden hues narrows on the quirk restraining collar around his neck, yes, you had bought him. Yes, he should be grateful and honored. And yet, he still hated feeling powerless and quirkless. His knuckles clenched at his sides as he clicked his tongue.

Why did he dream such an intense erotic wet dream of you last night?

Then he remembered your proposal. His face grew flustered again. You wanted him to become your male Courtesan, your consort, your whore.

Kai felt so torn.

He knew it was an honor to be chosen for such a position at your side. If he was lucky, he could become a candidate as your King. What boggled him was why? Why would you chose him? Were you playing with him? Keeping the humiliated, beaten and disgraced one winged bird as you plaything? A pretty and obedient pet to entertain guests?

Clenching his fists again, blunt nails digging into his palms until he sighed and dropped them to run a hand through his sweat covered hair as he sighed. As much as he yearned for you. Your praise, your touch, your presence, his stubborn and wounded pride wouldn't allow himself to voice it.

The door to his room opened, a maid walked in. She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide and red face, floundering and mouth hanging up. "My apologies! I'm so sorry!" She bowed and turned away. "I-I have your change of clothes and came to inform you that your morning bath is ready, my Lord."

Kai pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, running a hand down his face. "Leave them on the bed and take the laundry with you."

"Yes, Sir!" She did as she was told, placing the folded gloved on top of his bed, grabbed the basket and hurried towards the door, then paused.

Kai glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. "What now?" Annoyance bleeding into his tone.

The maid swallowed nervously without peaking at him. "Her Majesty as requested that you join her for breakfast, lunch and dinner from now onword, sir."

That got his attention. He was grateful the maids back was turned or else she would have seen the noticeable scarlet blush across his maskless face. "Understood." He nodded his head, hardening his tone. "Now get out."

The maid jumped, nodding her head and slamming the door closed between apologies.

Kai found a red robe and slippers, slipping them on along with his new cloth mask, grabbing his clothes and headed towards the bathroom. He came face to face with Hizashi Yamada, otherwise known as Present Mic. Great, just want I need. This loud mouthed and obnoxious feathered bird yapping in my ears first thing in the morning. He's lips formed into a thin line underneath his mask and a thin brow twitched. "What do you want Present Mic?" The ex yakuza asked in a monotone drawl.

Present Mic pushed himself away from the wall, grinning wide. "Mornin' jailbird! Seems you are an early riser aintcha?"

God, he reminded him of Rappa. The loud mouth, death matched fighting adrenaline junkie in his eight bullets.

Ignoring that comment. Kai asked, "Why are you here?"

"Erasers got the day off, so it's my turn to show you round the castle. Queens orders after breakfast." Present Mic twirled on his heels and pointed at Kai, then began leading the way. "You maybe her favorite little birdy and boy toy right now, but your still an ex-criminal, you naughty boy. Our Lady will explain everything before her meeting in the Grand Council room."

The Grand Council. You most trusted advisors, men from noble houses as old as Musutafu itself, All Might and Endeavor being two of the them.

All Might, Toshinori Yagi, a retired adventure known as All Might, The Golden Lion, who had given his wisdom along side his old friend Sir Nighteye, your father before his untimely passing. Now, he served as your guide.

Endeavor, Enji Todoroki, commander and trainer for all the knights and solders underneath your command. The red headed man had a fiery temper. Rumor had it he had a run in with Dabi and one of The Leagues Nomu's a fortnight ago resulting in the long scar down his face.

Giran, Your Master of Whisperers. A sleezy man who used his network of spies to gather any information you wanted.

"So..." Present Mic peaked over his shoulder, giving Kai a smug smirk. "What scared off that cute little maid?" He winked and made a jerking gesture, "Were ya caught rubbin' one out or what? Choking the chicken? Jerkin' your meat?"

"That is none of your business," Kai was fuming, his teeth and jaw gritting so hard. He wanted to Overhaul thing this bastard!

Present Mic faced forward, shrugging his shoulders. "It's nothing to be ashamed of Toucan. We all do it, it's natural and human." He sounded smug, glancing over his shoulder again and bringing a finger to his lips. "Nothing wrong with thinking about our lovely Queen or anything. Don't worry, I won't tell."

Kai's eyes widened. Oh god, this yellow cockatiel fuck heard him?! Now, Kai's face was completely scarlet.

-- End of part 2 ---

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I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! The spicy dream for Kai was an impulse write ✍️🫣🤭

I had to! Please give me your thoughts!

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/isabeauwolf/775696727365828608/overhaul?source=share

Part 3: Coming Soon!

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FIC REC WEEK 1 – STONY FAVORITES

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Annie D (scaramouche)

Annie D is a fandom treasure, honestly. Not only is their writing style amazing, but the stories they come up with make me want to just roll around in their brain and soak up the creativity. In a completely chill way, of course.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

The Love Spell

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 16,054 Tags: Getting Together, Light-Hearted, Humor

Summary: Tony wakes up in love with Steve. This is an alarming turn of events, because he wasn’t in love with Steve when he fell asleep the night before. That said, it’s sort of nice? To be in love? He’s enjoying it, anyway.

Reasons why I love it: Tony just tears at my heart-strings in this one. Not because the fic is especially angsty or sad, but because he's so goddamn relatable. I love the way Steve is portrayed in this too, how supportive and caring he is. This fic encompasses a lot of the reasons why I love Stony so much. Definitely give this one a read!

Not a Breakup

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 33,531 Tags: Friends With Benefits, Feelings Realization, Miscommunication

Summary: Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

Reasons why I love it: I really, really love how Annie D manages to make the smut in this incredibly hot, hilarious and sweet, all at the same time. Sleep-deprived Tony is so much fun, and his exhaustion being the catalyst for this whole thing with Steve? Love it. Miscommunication is one of my favorite tropes, and the way it's done in this fic feels very natural. All in all an amazing fic that you don't want to miss!

A Late-Night Snack, and Other Good Ideas

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 12,117 Tags: A/B/O, Heat Cycles, Alpha Steve / Omega Tony

Summary: Steve's heightened senses means that he always knows when Tony's in heat. One night, he finally does something about it.

Reasons why I love it: Their banter in this is just fucking amazing. And I could cut the sexual tension with a knife, which makes it all the more satisfying when it finally implodes. Plus, I'm always a fan of Steve Rogers Is Not A Virgin, so yeah, this ticks a lot of boxes. Definitely give this one a read if you like A/B/O.

Overhaul

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 18,783 Tags: Getting Together, Unrequited to Requited, Character Study

Summary: Steve knows that Tony has feelings for him and, since he doesn’t return those feelings, has been mildly dreading the day that Tony decides to do something about it. When that day finally arrives, Steve discovers that Tony’s wooing strategy isn’t anything at all like he’d expected.

Reasons why I love it: This story gave me so many Tony feels, and then hit me out of nowhere with an equal amount of Steve feels. It's such a fantastic take on their characters, with truly amazing dialogue. If I could take a pen and underline all my favorite parts, every second sentence would be underlined. It's that good. Definitely a must-read!

There's an App for That

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 17,439 Tags: No Powers, Romantic Comedy, Mild Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Thanks to the modern gig economy, Steve is the successful owner of a break-up service, i.e. people pay him to break up with their partners for them. One day, he gets the first break-up request for Tony Stark.

Reasons why I love it: The concept for this is honestly so cool. I've never read another fic quite like it, and I don't think anyone could do it better than Annie D does it here. It's fun and light-hearted for the most part, but when it hits deep, it hits hard. I love all of it, the happy getting-to-know-each-other parts as well as the angsty-punch-in-the-gut parts. The way they end up together feels so natural, it's all really well written. Definitely check this one out!

Stuck in a...

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,005 Tags: A/B/O, Mating Cycles, Alpha Steve / Omega Tony

Summary: Steve gets into a serum-enhanced rut. Tony figures that there’d be a long list of people who’d volunteer to help Steve out, but there’s only one person Steve wants.

Reasons why I love it: Steve almost losing his mind because he wants Tony so much but holding himself back to protect him? Um, yes, please. This fic executes the hormone-riddled alpha trope flawlessly, and the conclusion is hot as hell. Plus, omega Tony is a complete delight. I'd recommend this fic to anyone who likes A/B/O.

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NSFW ALPHABET - CHISAKI KAI

cw: Overhaul is the Biggest Virgin Ever, Dom/Sub Undertones, Masturbation, Slight Exhibitionism, Cunnilingus, Thigh-Riding, Use of Toys, Slight Voyeurism, Slight Gendering (Fem), Cum, Descriptions of Positions, Overhaul is Also Kind of Creepy, Brat Taming, Orgasm Control, Paddling, Restraining / Restraints, Slight Teasing, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: This is a NSFW Alphabet, so there is honestly a mixed bag of NSFW themes. Be aware of that when you read this. Anyways, thanks for being patient! Exams have been hitting me hard and I've had to make multiple presentations. I hope you enjoy this! Remember, Overhaul is super weird and kind of creepy - but at least you love him!

word count: Approximately 3.2k words.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)

Depends on the situation—how rough was it? How messy was it? When? Where? All of these things are important to how Kai reacts. If he was too rough and hurt you, he’ll silently do whatever you need, but he won’t apologize. In a perfect world, Kai’d command you to come with him and bathe, and he’s adamant about how thoroughly you clean yourself. However, time and location matters. If it’s extremely late at night, or if he was irritated enough to have sex somewhere else besides the bedroom, he’ll sometimes sacrifice his proclivities just to be pragmatic, but don’t expect him to keep his sly and disgruntled comments to himself. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.)

Stereotypical or not, Kai’s favorite part of his body is his hands. They’re how he does everything that matters to him. His whole life hinges upon whatever falls into the palms of his hands. And the way that your blood pounds to life underneath his fingertips is addicting, and he loves tracing his fingers all over your body to watch it physically react. He loves to see what he does to you from a simple touch, and he can feel what he does to you. 

As for his partner? Kai doesn’t really care about that stuff. If he’s attracted to you, then he’s attracted to you. However, Kai would be lying if he didn’t say he had a preference for your belly. It’s perfect to squeeze, to rest his head upon, to hold, to watch—he thinks it makes you look really womanly, so you better prepare yourself for really uncomfortable comments. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)

Always inside. He tried a couple of times to finish on your stomach, but he felt queasy whenever he watched it dribble down onto the bed sheets. Even if he’s not wearing a condom, he’s still not pulling out because he doesn’t want a bigger mess than he’s already going to have to handle seeing. Kai will also definitely order that you hold his cum inside, even if he knows that’s not how it works, but it makes him feel more in control of the situation and he’ll say you’re a bad girl if you don’t do it. 

D = Disinfectant secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs.)

Does he look like the kind of man to be ashamed about being clear on what he wants? Kai doesn’t have any dirty secrets. You know everything that he likes and wants, and he makes it known. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kai was a complete and total virgin before you. He had never dated anyone, gone on a date, kissed, hugged, held hands, or even held eye contact with a woman longer than a few seconds. The first time you had sex with him was really awkward, but just because he was a virgin doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know how sex works. He never cared before he met you, but he definitely researched how to pleasure you and make you orgasm after he fell in love despite how it made his skin crawl, even if he isn’t as good in practice. Kai doesn’t give up, though, that’s not the type of man he is—just… don’t point it out or offer to help or show him how to do something because he’ll mutter that he knows what he’s doing, even if it’s already been over half an hour. 

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying.)

Anything where he’s on top. Kai doesn’t want to be on the bottom. The only time he’d even consider being on the bottom is if you beg him enough to ride him, but you have to promise to let him set the pace, to be the one with his hands on your hips and controlling each thrust. Even then, that’s rare. He likes missionary, as plain as it is, because it’s one of the best ways to cage someone and it’s the perfect angle for him to watch every little expression that crosses your face, to watch how you react to what he does and what he says. Kai also likes when you’re on your belly and he’s on top of you, chest again back, and he’s gripping your jaw with one hand and massaging your clit with the other. He just likes to be the one in control—regardless of the position. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

He’s not humorous. Kai might make a sleazy comment here or there, a condescending grin smeared across his face before he coos and thrusts in a way that has you gasping and forgetting what he’d said. Sometimes he makes rhetorical comments that make him chuckle about how much you’re enjoying yourself or how dedicated he is to you, but they’re not funny and you don’t comprehend some of what he says anyways because he murmurs them. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Completely groomed and clean-shaven. However, yes, if he let it grow out, his bush would be just as curly and mahogany as the hair on his head. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Kai is oddly romantic in unintentionally creepy ways. He’ll have his fingers around your throat as if he were about to strangle you, but then he’s kissing against the shell of your ear and telling you that he likes feeling you swallow. If his fingers are buried inside of you, he’ll whisper that he can feel your pulse and how arousing it is. Kai also makes comments about how the both of you are perfect together, or how you belong completely to him, how you’re his Angel and he’s your God. He loves to remind you that you should feel honored and special because you’re the only person who will ever get to have him like this. Despite it all, Kai is still mean and vain, even if he’s looking at you with adoration in his eyes while he grinds into you. 

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.)

Kai masturbated regularly because it’s healthy, but he didn’t have anyone on his brain or any fantasies whenever he did so until he met you. He jerks off more now that you’re together, and it’s definitely because he can’t comprehend or handle the sheer amount of emotions he feels in relation to you. He’s constantly overwhelmed by his attraction to you—before the two of you were together, he was constantly getting hard around you and having to excuse himself to masturbate. He gets extremely weird about you—in an endearing way, of course. Before he met you, Kai didn’t know how to properly masturbate. When he was going through puberty, he just rolled his palm across his erection and oddly fondled and squeezed until he orgasmed. Even once he was older, he didn’t look into pornography or educational sites because they grossed him out and made him nauseous, and he didn’t really have a totally prominent male father figure in his life who gave him decent advice that wasn’t generic. 

You really saved his life in this aspect. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)

Kai is definitely a brat tamer. He likes to put naughty girls in their place—this can include controlling your orgasm: when, how, if you cum. He’ll also paddle you, not spank. Kai insists there’s a difference, but you can’t focus on that whenever his belt is leaving welts across your cheeks. He enjoys dirty talk because he loves pointing out how much of a mewling mess he makes you, how you look, what he feels, how it all feels—and he’s so cold, stiff, and formal about everything he says, and it makes your heart twist in embarrassment and your toes curl in ecstasy. Kai loves making you use your words, loves hearing you ask exactly for what you want, wants to hear you say please and thank you. Even though he won’t call it roleplay, Kai enjoys whenever he treats you like a little angel who’s found a new heaven with him and he’s your god that’s making you feel things you never would have dreamed of. Kai also likes when he can pin you down, or keep those wrists and ankles bound so that it’s easier to hold you against his body. Another thing that gets Kai going is whenever he’s in a meeting or something, and he’ll purposefully pat his lap to signal that he wants you to sit on it no matter how squeamish it makes you. He loves to show people that you belong to him, and he likes to bounce his leg a little to hint that he wants you to try something, do it. Start casually grinding against his thigh, or wiggle yourself against his growing erection—Kai wants to see how far you go, how much of a needy little girl you become, and how much he’ll need to punish you later for whatever you do because how dare you let other men see you pleasuring yourself? Aren’t you dedicated to him or does he have to show you how to behave? He also likes being in public and displaying how much power he has over you, and he find ways to casually touch you—which it’s light petting of your inner thighs or your hips, or if he’s sitting across from you roughly rubbing the toe of his shoe against your cunt to make you whimper and gasp back tears. Just don’t be too loud, angel, those beautiful songs you make are just for his ears only. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)

Overall, Kai prefers that sex stays in the bedroom. However, he’s been known to throw caution to the wind and do whatever he needs at the moment. Kai has pinned you up against a wall, legs wrapped around his hips and arms tossed around his shoulders, while he thrusts into you just so that he can stare into your eyes and tell you just how upset it made him whenever another man stared at you a little too long. He’s also had you bent forward over his desk whenever he’s had a particularly infuriating conversation with a business partner, a lackey, or he’s hit a wall in his research—hives bubbling all over his skin and angry wheezes of air hissing from his teeth. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)

Unfortunately, a lot of things turn Kai on when it comes to you. He’s obviously not going to pounce on you while in the middle of a meeting or whenever you’re preparing dinner, but Kai will definitely stare at you creepily. It’s unsettling, but it’s not meant to be threatening. As stated earlier, he doesn’t know how to handle what he’s experiencing whenever he’s around you, so Kai is always on the cusp of being extremely aroused. 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do; Turn-offs.)

Nothing with bodily waste, nothing involving actively spitting into one another’s mouth, nothing involving anal, nothing involving degradation for himself, and nothing involving him being the submissive one. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kai’s not too crazy about receiving. It makes him feel like he’s not in as much control as he would like to be in. Feeling the flat of your tongue trail up the underside of his shaft before that pretty little mouth kisses down on his cock is amazing, yes, but it makes Kai into more of a whiny mess than it should—even whenever he’s the one moving your head—and he finds it humiliating. So he prefers giving. That way, he can control your pleasure, the sounds you make, how you beg, when you’ll cum—everything and more. He’s not the best at it because he’s constantly pressing too harshly or using his teeth on accident or he’s sucking too hard, but he’ll slurp and lap at your clit until you eventually do cum or you’re begging him that it’s too much to handle. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Once again, it depends on the situation. Is he upset or angry? Then Kai’s got you slammed onto the bed underneath his frame, one hand connected to the back of your head while he quickly pounds into you. He’ll moan, and whine, and whimper, and he’s hyperventilating between glued teeth. He can also be rough whenever he’s slow and sensual, too. He likes to take things slow whenever he wants to drive you mad, even whenever his cock is throbbing, yearning, to be inside of you, to cum inside of you. Each thrust is definite, and it makes you gasp and choke for air whenever he withdraws and pushes back in. It’s these times that Kai likes to tease you, likes to talk dirty, and likes to remind you who you belong to. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They’re fine, Kai guesses. He doesn’t really like doing quickies because that usually implies that they might not happen in the bedroom, but he’ll settle if he has to. Sometimes they happen early in the morning, when he has only a few minutes before he has to get ready and head out for business-related shenanigans. Or they happen whenever he feels so full of emotion—whether good or bad—that he steals you away to have you for just a few moments. Kai will take what he can get basically. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

As long as it doesn’t cross any of his turn-offs, Kai doesn’t necessarily care whether or not you two attempt something risky together. He’ll try anything until it makes him queasy or hives are powdering his face. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Kai can go for a few rounds, but time, place, circumstance, mood—all of that matters. Kai’s pretty quick to recover after orgasming, with a very small refractory period. Typically, he aims for a solid two rounds because it sends his head spiraling at the thought of being inside of you, but is fine with one. 

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If the two of you are both naked and engaged in intercourse, Kai doesn’t want to use toys—it makes him feel self-conscious about his own skill, and jealous because he wants to be the one to make you orgasm. However, if he’s fully dressed and you’re completely naked, he loves to use toys on you because it makes him feel so dominant and powerful to watch you crumble and beg for his touch despite the sweet smile on his face telling you no. While he might not be too keen on public displays of affection, he gets a bizarre sense of satisfaction at being able to control you sexually in public. He’ll make you use a vibrator whenever the two of you are on a date or if he’s meeting someone for business related issues, and he’ll have a remote control tucked away in his pocket that he casually plays with to make things worse or better for you—typically worse. And no matter what, Kai isn’t too keen on using toys on himself. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.) 

Teasing you is one of his favorite things to do. It’s the perfect time to be so mean, to breathe into your ear about how much he wants you, about what he wants to do to you, about how you’re already trembling even though he hasn’t even kissed you yet. However, he can only do this for so long. Kai can’t really hold back whenever he’s about to have sex with you, so he doesn’t make you wait for very long because it’s like a backhanded way to tease himself. Which, yeah, don’t you dare tease him, angel, you know what kind of man you make him into. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kai is quiet and formal in person, but he’s so fucking loud in bed. He’s constantly moaning these beautiful and deep chords, these heavy notes filled with sounds from within the bottom of his chest. He’s whimpering, little staccato gasps playing on his lips as if he were sobbing. Crying out your name, growling about how good you are, how good this is, how good you make him feel. He’s panting, and he releases whines that make him sound pathetic, and they all blend into his dark chocolate voice, the one that’s baritone but yet so wispy and silvery. 

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character.) 

As ironic as it sounds, Kai is the messiest kisser you’ll ever meet. If there’s one thing you can’t teach him, it’s how to kiss. Perhaps it’s too involved, too intimate, too romantic, too many overwhelming things that Kai can’t possibly sift through the insanity it makes him feel. But he hasn’t improved since your kiss together. They’re all filled with slobber, saliva painted across your mouth, your chin, the ridge of your upper lip, the button of your nose, maybe lining the outskirts of your cheeks. He’s sucking your lips in, and it’s one of the few times that he’s begging for you to make him feel good. Sometimes he sips you in too hard, other times he’s chewing your lips, or he’s accidentally clicked your teeth together while he desperately swipes his tongue around. And it doesn’t matter if he’s going fast or slow, they’re all sloppy and immature. 

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.)

The skin of Kai’s cock is a little darker than the rest, and his sac is decently sized and evenly balanced. He’s uncircumcised, and the color of his head has a slightly violet tint. Whenever he’s fully erect, he’s about 6.7 inches / 17.02 centimeters long. His girth is roughly 6.2 inches / 15.75 centimeters wide. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before Kai met you, it was below average. He just masturbated if he felt that he was getting too pent up or if he figured it was a good time for a release, but he didn’t really have the urge to have sex. However, after he met you, it’s like he doesn’t know himself anymore. His libido is unpredictable now, but Kai almost never wants to not have sex with you. He’s unsure of himself, but it’s high with you. 

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)

For the last time, it depends on the situation. If he has work to return to, he doesn’t fall asleep. If he was angry and cornered you, then he’ll just be even more awake. If the two of you just spent a passionate evening making love in your room? Then he’ll want to make sure the both of you use the restroom, bathe, brush your teeth, change your clothes, and change the sheets before the both of you lay back down. After that, Kai’s all over you, and he only manages to fall asleep after you do, body on top of yours. 

[faaun]

as someone who is also trying to overhaul their entire wardrobe after throwing out fast fashion pieces,, do you have any specific brands you like, advice on places to get clothes for long-term wear, etc? ty!!

thank you for asking! this is a long post but it's been my life for a bit now so i would suggest reading through it to skip the learning stages that i went through the hard way! there is some important and useful info here :) brand recs at the end

i would suggest looking for vintage or secondhand clothes first and foremost bc that's how you can find quality pieces for a reasonable price :)

if you want pure longevity, synthetics like polyester, nylon, elastane, etc will last not only your lifetime but your grandchildrens' too. they can be quite comfortable sometimes BUT:

they will likely break down in hundreds of years

they are NOT biodegradable and so will break down into microplastics and toxic microfibers

for me and a lot of others, you will notice the difference in quality in synthetics vs fabrics like cotton and virgin wool. i refuse to buy synthetics for the above reasons but also bc they just Feel Worse idk how to explain iykyk (tip especially valuable for autistic ppl)

brands: all depend on style so look for the styles you like/want to dress in on pinterest, then track down the original designer of the dress! from there you can search irl places or plug the designers into apps like:

vinted: cheaper vintage or second hand clothes from all sorts of brands

vestiare collective: more high-end, pieces are authenticated and usually in great condition

GEM: a gem of a site truly, accumulates all the finds from your search from different websites like ebay, etc

depop: honestly not the biggest fan but can be good sometimes! make sure to buy vintage/secondhand and ask sellers for the brand to not get sold an aliexpress dupe for 100 bucks

vintage shops: especially good for accessories like belts and ties. vintage shops usually have much better stuff than charity shops

kilo sales: THE BEST PLACES IRL in my opinion i got a 2k+ virgin wool coat for £20 . honestly in my experience kilo sales are great. check out Worth the Weight if you're in the UK!

remember that brand history matters! for example vivienne westwood has a great reputation as luxury punk but the pieces produced in recent years are actually very low in quality, defintely not worth the money for a lot of people! pay for quality, not just the name :) same goes for jean paul gaultier's recent pieces imo.

additional VERY USEFUL tips:

the standard zipper used by most of the companies making your garments is YKK. if you look at any zipper you're wearing rn and inspect it closely chances are you'll see YKK engraved on it. before buying a piece check that it has opti or riri zippers - this is some indication of a higher quality

one of the first things to do before buying a piece is to immediately check the materials it's made of!! the tag detailing materials is usually towards the bottom of the garment . i immediately dismiss things that have higher than 5% synthetics but i'm just rly picky w materials

EACH MATERIAL HAS DIFFERENT USES !!! BUT GENERALLY: virign wool is the best kind of wool, full-grain leather is better than most other kinds of leather, mulberry silk is better than other kinds of silk

brand recs:

yohji yamamoto, yehufan (i own a skirt by him!!), marina eerrie, ann demeulemeester, jw anderson, solovair for shoes (much better than docs), maison (martin) margiela (esp artisanal line 0), miu miu (i wear their beret i thrifted for £15 almost every day), valentino esp pre 2021 , lemaine , undercover older pieces , early raf simons , ...honestly there's a lot, if you need more send another ask or DM :)

p.s. if u can go runway shows etc go to the sample sales afterwards sometimes the pieces there are gorgeous !! but sometimes v pricey :')

all recommendations and advice, don't take my word as gospel and defintely do your own research + formulate ur own opinions ! hope this helps ♡

[sasukeuzumaki-uchiha]

You can ask me whatever you want

Hey, how are you? I'm happy 😁

Please be nice, don't send any hate towards me or anyone (It's not nice to be mean)

If you have any questions ask me in the comments, i will try to respond when i can

Fandoms i will do:

Naruto (I just started the manga 😁)

Demon Slayer (A masterpiece 😍)

One Piece (The Live Action, i read the manga but did not watched the anime)

My Hero Academia (I stop at the half of season 5, the anime became boring)

Sailor Moon (The first real anime i watched entirely, and when i was young my mom came in the room and saw me crying because all the sailors were dying😂)

Five Nights At Freddy (Only platonic)

Shoujo Tsubaki (Muchisute only)

Characters will write for:

DemonSlayer

Tanjiro Kamado

Nezuko Kamado (🖕🏻)

Kie Kamado

Tanjuro Kamado (Super underrated 😭)

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Inosuke Hashibira

Kotoha Hashibira (I don't know why she is underrated, she is so cute)

Kanao Tsuyuri

Genya Shinazugawa

Aoi Kanzaki

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Obanai Iguro (I love him❤️❤️❤️)

Kyojuro Rengoku (🍩🍩)

Giyuu Tomioka (Daddy!!)

Kanae Kocho

Gyomei Himejima

Tengen Uzui (+ his wives of course)

Tokito Muichiro (Aged up)

Muzan Kibutsuji (🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻)

Akaza

Douma

Kokushibo

Aizetsu

Tamayo

Yushiro

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki (Obviously)

Sasuke Uchiha (In the French version they say Uchiwa. NO IT'S UCHIHA!!!)

Hinata Hyuga

Kakashi Hatake

Itachi Uchiha (Daddy!!!)

Orochimaru

Kushina Uzumaki

Minato Namikaze

One Piece:

Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Nami

Usopp

Shank

Ace (😭😭)

My Hero Academia:

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Natsuo Todoroki

Fuyumi Todoroki

Rei Todoroki

Touya Todoroki

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

Tenko Shimura (Tomura Shigaraki)

S a i l o r M o o n:

Usagi

Rei

Ami

Makoto

Minako

Five Nights At Freddy (Only human):

Freddy

Bonnie

Chica (My favorite in every game except Security Breach)

Foxy (My second favorite)

Golden Freddy

Puppet

Shoujo Tsubaki:

Tokkuriji Muchisute ❤️❤️

What i will write:

FLUFF

AU

Smut (No now but later)

Character x reader

Character x Character (Muzan x Tamayo, Sasuke x Hinata, ect)

Sub Character x Dom Reader (We need more Dom reader!!)

Sub Character x Dom Character (Sub Muzan x Dom Tamayo, Sub Sasuke x Dom Hinata, ect)

For the smut (Kinks):

Rough sex

Losing virginity

Mommy kink

Lactation kink

Pregnancy kink

And others

Things i won't write for:

Illegal age gap (Only once)

Pedophilia

Dom Character x Sub reader

Yandere

Disgusting kinks

Abuse (Only once)

Angst