#the honest courtesan

[kissofthemuses]

A good interview with Margaret Rosenthal, author of The Honest Courtesan.

[maomaojinshi]

Maomao: Meimei sent me a package. Inside was a letter

Describing who bought out who,

Meimei: Listen, Maomao When I get bought out, you have to dance for me.

Maomao: To be honest, I wanted to send off Meimei.

That courtesan, kinder than anyone else…

[collegeoflore]

early game with xarrai is so funny because he’s out here like “shadowheart you have to trust me. you have to tell me your whole life story” “SERIOUSLY gale what is the deal with the magic items?” meanwhile every other word out of this dude’s mouth is a lie. he’s given every party member a different entirely untrue backstory. wyll thinks he grew up in the circus. he makes up an entire fake city with fake customs so he can tell lae’zel she’s done something incredibly offensive to him and his culture whenever he’s annoyed at her. he’s constantly giving everyone these Very Serious looks and telling them to trust him meanwhile he is lying through his teeth about everything. he’s such a fucking clown

[specialgradefckr]

tw: explicit content. sukuna/reader. female!reader, heiain era sukuna. reader is a former courtesan (and not a fancy one, either). sukuna doesn't give a fuck.

It's not uncommon for Sukuna to summon you to his throne room to pleasure him. What is uncommon is for the throne room to be empty when he does.

Today is, unsurprisingly, no different.

Sukuna had ordered you on your knees at his feet, where Uruame stood aside you, plain-faced.

He watches, bored, resting his cheek on his knuckle as foolish lords and sorcerers alike come to him with entreaties for aid, for mercy, for whatever else.

"My lord," one curse user intones, with far too much confidence, "Is that the whore?"

Sukuna tilts his head to the side. You're allowed to glance up at his face while you suck him - he likes it when you do.

Right now, he looks utterly bored.

"This is my whore," He drawls. "Unless you're suggesting I would share?"

There's murmurs, but no one dares answer him. It's not your concern either way.

You gaze up at him, wide eyed. Taking him all the way to the root, stretching so your throat is straight for him, suppressing the urge to gag as you swallow down his cock.

Blinking up at him cutely. Swallowing around his throbbing cock. Am I doing a good job, Su-ku-na~?

Sukuna's lips twist in what other people would call a sneer, but you know the crinkle of his lower set of eyes, the amusement bubbling forth as he snickers menacingly.

(You can also tell that his cock is twitching, ready to blow. Come to think of it, that is quite the advantage, isn't it?(

The curses and curse-users in the room, though, they cower from it. You know to lean into the hand in your hair that pushes you further onto his cock.

A noise of disgust in the background. Feet shuffling, as if impatient.

Let them watch. Let them think what they want, call you what you want.

There's only one person in the room who matters, and his cock is in your mouth. You're a thousand times safer than any of them, even if they don't know it.

His load is hot and salty and a little gross, if you're being honest.

"My lord, are you quite done with that whore already? We've important matters to disgust."

But the utter disdain on his face, the narrowing of red eyes onto the peons before him, the disgust and sensation of his cursed energy -

The sound of his curse slicing through the air. Severing head from body. Gasps and shuffled and bloodied, crunching noises.

Sukuna does it all with one hand petting gently over your head. He doesn't even move, doesn't get up.

He's bitter on your tongue. But you've never felt more safe.

And the power. The knowledge that the most dangerous man in the world would stroke your hair while he slaughtered men too noble for a whore like you.

That is, unmistakably, the sweetest you've ever had.

What is surprising is that the man who visits you later is not Sukuna.

Rather, it's one of the lords who you'd caught lurking silently in the banquet hall.

He wants to know how to earn Sukuna's favor.

"Lord Sukuna is not a difficult man to understand," you say with an indulgent smile. "If you are going to approach him, it should be to offer him something. Otherwise, your life lasts only as long as it amuses him."

This lord is wise, you think, because he pauses a moment before he speaks. "And what does Lord Sukuna desire?"

You shrug. "He likes power, he likes knowledge. I know he has a cursed tool or two that he favors."

Eyes narrowing at you. "What else?" A demanding tone.

"He is a man like any other. You could offer him fine food or drink, but Uruame does that already." You give him a smirk. "You could always offer him entertainment. I do well enough. Would you like to know his favorite positions?"

And at last, the leashed disdain breaks loose, a snarl on the lord's pretty face, "You whore," He raises a hand, "You dare suggest-"

In an instant you drop into the lowest possible bow, head pressed to the floor.

It spares you from the spray of blood that bisects the lord's chest cavity. From what you know of Sukuna, perhaps it would have slashed you, too, had you not knelt in time.

There's silence, for a moment. Maybe he's considering wasting a second slash on you after all.

"What did he want?"

"Your favor, my lord," You answer without hesitation, "He thought I might know a way for him to earn it."

"Hmn." A grunt, half-annoyed, half-mocking; your sign that he is not upset, and you may raise your head to confirm his expression.

There's a light twitch on his lips. "And he thought he might find my favor in the private quarters of my personal possession?"

You shrug. "Most men are not particularly attached to their whores."

"Hmph." The scoff is his dismissal of the topic. When he turns to leave, you know to follow.

It's a short stroll until you reach the courtyard, a well-curated garden. Sukuna strides through it, wordlessly, a giant out of place amongst flowers.

Ever faithfully, you trail behind him. All the way to a great tree at the edge of a path, one he leans back against.

You stand there, waiting.

"What do you want?"

It's not a question you ever expected to hear from him. "What do I want... right now?"

"Hmph," Sukuna crosses his arms, still looking over on the garden. "What do you want from me? You have my favor. Unlike them."

In truth, you have no great desires. You're fed, sheltered. You can buy things you want. All you have to do is please a single man, a thousand times easier than being in a brothel. He's a better lover than most men you'd encountered.

There's not much more you could ask for - which is good. Sukuna has a marked tendency to kill people who ask him for things.

But he's told you to, now. And you've never denied him.

"If I should be so daring, my lord," You say with a low hum, "When you no longer have any use of me, I would like to be dismissed instead of disposed of."

There's a pause. A stillness to him. Cold.

"When I no longer have use of you? When do you expect that to be?" HIs voice is strange in a way you haven't known before.

"I don't know. Of course I'll do all I can before then, but I've seen many women in my time at the brothel. We all lose our beauty and our charm eventually."

Sukuna turns to you. He does not come any closer. Four eyes stare at you, piercing.

"You think I keep you around because you're pretty? I couldn't care less what you look like. I keep you around because you're amusing, and you please me." He snorts, pushing himself off the tree.

You don't know what to say to that. "...I'm glad you enjoy my services?"

"You must be, if all you want is to retire peacefully." Sukuna begins walking away. "Make no mistake, woman. If you want to leave, do it. I don't need you."

You have to hurry to keep up with his long strides. But you catch a glimpse on his face, just a dusting -

"Hurry up."

With a smile, you trail him - all the way to his bedroom.

[terriblepersongreatseamonster]

There's a bit of a theme with Maomao that I've noticed in both the light novels & anime. Mild spoilers ahead & apologies if this is a bit rambly.

In the most recent episode, when she asks Jinshi for help, she makes a statement along the lines of having nothing to offer him. During the proposal in the 5th light novel, she goes so far as asking how he's planning to use her.

Now, I do think Jinshi does have a fair share of blame in this matter. At the beginning he, at least verbally, suggested that she would make a good pawn. He consistently makes use of her knowledge. And despite the fact he may think he's giving clear indications of his feelings, he doesn't bother to actually open his freaking mouth and say, "I love you and not because of what service you can render to me."

In fact, a few volumes later she loses her temper with him because she is basically exhausted with his constant insistence that she read between the lines of everything he says & piece together what he's actually saying. Tells him that he reminds her of a man that she remembered seeing fall in love with a courtesan, but he didn't get his act together and ended up losing the woman he loved to another man. She insists Jinshi needs to be clear & direct with her regarding what he wants. And I love that she finally is so honest with him about that. I don't think Jinshi was intentionally trying to make things more difficult for her, rather he knows she's so smart & figures out things with ease, & made the mistake of assuming she'd do the same with the things he said to her regarding his intentions & feelings.

Maomao is so used to everyone wanting to make use of her The thought someone could want her just because is completely foreign. Especially someone she considers to be so much higher ranked than herself. She is Lakan's daughter, which significantly raises her status, but that is something she does everything to ignore as much as she can.

I'm not usually a fan of the miscommunication trope, but the use of it with these two is incredibly interesting to see play out with these two over the course of the first few years of their relationship.

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Virgo, Gemini, Scorpio

Song: Shooting Star by Owl City

Vibes: Black, white, green, blue, thunder, rain, prophetic dreams, illusion, secrets, finders-keepers, forests, 9999, corsets, darkness, frozen fruit, con artist, narcissistic, Hera

Cards: 6 of Swords, Eros, Destroyer, Quicksilver

My friend, you have bitten off more than you can chew while standing upon a really unsteady foundation. It will crumble eventually. It isn't a matter of "if". It will happen. It is a matter of "when". You can't go on like this. You can't play both sides. You are going to lose people who you dearly love if you keep it up. Your intentions are pure I know. You don't want to rock the boat. You don't want to make the wrong decision. The actions you took were driven by a good heart but you are stretching that good heart too thin to be able to continue like this. What you are doing was supposed to be temporary but you are treating it as if it is sustainable and permanent. Luckily, there is an escape from the desolation you could face. You must be honest about how you feel to yourself. You must be true. You can't just follow anymore to make everyone happy. Decide for yourself because there is no staying out of it anymore. If it takes you time to decide that's alright. If you need time to do research on whatever decision this is that is fine. Take your time deciding. But you MUST decide and if you don't decide then it will be decided for you.

This feels like a different decisions for different people reading this. I can see it might be about a situation-ship or familial/friend drama. It could be political as well. Either way you have spent most of your time in this situation sitting on the side lines and not making any moves. You believe if you ignore whatever is happening it will solve itself. It won't. I'm sorry. You are being tested and being indecisive is the only way you can fail. Not deciding will have the most cons and very little pros. I can definitely tell why it has taken you a bit to think about. Either decision you make there will be pros and cons to whatever it is you decide. You think you can escape the cons by not addressing it at all. However, being complacent is a decision, my dude. Not deciding is still a decision to do nothing.

When you do decide, you must stand firm on your decision. You MUST. Don't be wishy washy about it and change your mind once you have chosen. Even if you have regrets you MUST stand firm. Your guides will reward you after with many gifts of love. I also see gifts of knowledge. Later down the line you will see why you had to make the choice. You will be enlightened on what would have happened if you chose the other route. I can hear you sighing in relief when you learn this and not regretting your path. I wish you luck, my dear.

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PILE TWO

Astrology: Sagittarius, Leo, Capricorn

Song: Gold on the Ceiling by The Black Keys

Vibes: Yellow, pink, red, crows, bats, crowbars, dirt, grave yards, 333, courtesan, aging, mushrooms, pine needles, sewing, weaving, looms, large dogs, Persephone, Hades

Cards: The Sun, The Poet, The Lover, Smoke

My dear, why are you so mean to yourself for attempting to be happy? What is the logical purpose of that? Listen, I get it. You have been through so messy messy stuff. It fucked up your head and it corrupted the way you think and talk about yourself. But seriously, can you think of any reason besides "it feels familiar to hurt which means it's safe." Dude. For real, stop being so mean to yourself. It doesn't get work done faster. It doesn't help you when you aren't working and you are trying to rest. It isn't doing you any good to put yourself down for what you enjoy. It just makes life harder than it already is. It doesn't have to be that hard. It SHOULDN'T be that hard. I know what you say to yourself, dude. You mimic those who have criticized you in the past. You are parroting the pain they caused you and repeating the cycles of abuse you faced. The people who hurt you before were looking in mirrors. They weren't truly looking at you. Their opinions of you don't resemble reality. They just wanted to bully someone besides themselves to feel better about themselves.

The insults you are repeating aren't how you truly feel. You are a so much more than a victim. First of all, you are an important person. Second, you are an artist. A very good artist, I might add. You can capture the emotion you are feeling perfectly when you create. When you write, you communicate what you wish to say so clearly that it touches the hearts of even the most emotionless people. That is power. That is magic. I am not going to say you are talented, my dear. Because I know your skill came from years of practice. Years of love drenched artwork and thoughtful choosing of words. You are more than talent, my dear. You are driven. You are intelligent. Any road block you faced you gracefully jumped over or powered through. Do not be mean to yourself. Do not. You deserve more recognition than that. Only you can do what you do. You are inimitable.

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PILE THREE

Astrology: Aries, Libra, Aquarius

Song: Charmer by Aimee Mann

Vibes: Rainbows, candles, moths, reading, pearl, gold bars, ripped clothes, 555, 88, garden, ghost trees, vampires, higher self, lions mane, alternative beliefs, collecting, coffee, Athena, Artemis, Apollo

Cards: 4 of Swords, The Self, The Cave, Mystical Sisters

I am so proud of you. You have locked away who you are for a long time. You recently started to do some self discovery after you left a person who wasn't good for you behind. I don't think you understand what a huge step you've made. I don't think you really see how what you have done is a huge fucking deal. You stood up for yourself. I think you really water down this accomplishment because you had an ally help you. My dude, even if they helped you. Do not forget you have free will. They did not force you to start exploring yourself and standing up for yourself. You could have ignored their offer of assistance. You totally could have said "Nope, I don't want to." Did you forget that? Please don't water down how well you have done. Acknowledge yourself, please.

You are realizing how wonderful you are. You are finally seeing how kind you are and how considerate you can be. I know leaving that person was painful and it is difficult to reopen the book of you without them in it. It is for the best for both you and them. Again, I am very proud of. Your guides congratulate you as well. It is okay to be guarded for a while. I encourage you to protect your peace while you are exploring more of yourself. I encourage you to ask for help if you need it. Especially because I can still feel your heartache from the loss of someone important to you. If it helps your feel better maybe put some energy to your spirituality. I know it might be tempting to look at old photos and dwell on the past connection. It is okay to do that a little bit while you heal but don't get too caught up in what could've been. It is time to focus on the present and keep your mind on where you want to be and not where you were. Your guides are backing you the whole way through.

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PILE FOUR

Astrology: Taurus, Cancer, Pisces

Song: Sunrise by More Plastic and Halvorsen

Vibes: Red, light blue, yellow, grey, white, cats, divine geometry, snakes, science, spills, reality tv, 1111, hearts, wine, falcon, dragon scales, astrology, grand square/trine, Hermes, Zues, Chronos

Cards: 8 of Cups, Kairos, Gnosis, Conjunction

Alright my dear, the time is going to be right soon. You know what to do and you know when to do it. Don't question it. Even if it makes zero sense logically, just trust that inner knowing. Trust that you know what to do and where to go. Trust. You will be leaving something soon. Perhaps a group, a relationship or a club. Again, you WILL know when and how, when the time comes. The stars are aligning for this escape route of yours. I know it is a bummer to leave because you have had such good times where you are at. You worked really hard on everything you built there. I know you are really anxious about hearing this because it is a bit vague but you knew this was coming, darling. You could see the signs way before any of the drama started. When shit hits the fan you need to be ready to dip out. Don't worry about preparation. Don't worry about details. The universe is going to take care of that for you. You just have to watch and listen to your heart.

Yes, you are in the right. No, you haven't done anything wrong. Spirit is sorry that it might be kind of sudden but I really believe you have already seen the red flags in the place you are leaving. The BIG drama that is about to take place isn't supposed to be part of your journey. It is meant for others to figure out on their own. You are not their teacher. You are meant to be their friend and companion and I think they have been parentifying you in a weird way. Spirit doesn't want you getting in the crossfire of everything that is about to hit. It wants you to listen closely to your intuition and trust yourself to know. This part of your journey is supposed to be mostly chill at the moment. Except for the sudden upheaval. That part is probably gonna be rushed. Everything will be just right for you, I promise. Keep your eyes narrowed and your perception high. Someone is sprinting in your direction and you will need to keep pace with them when they arrive. They will be your getaway driver. I believe in you. The universe will protect you. You will be rescued. Good luck, darling.

[sea-lanterns]

excuse me but how many girls are there in the harem!!?? 😨 I'm very afraid for the poor empress!!!

straps are nice and all that but let's be honest it would get boring and repetitive after like 10 girls pounding in the empress. so i wonder how good her girls learned to use their fingers, mouth and hips. 🤭

imagine ei teaching her fellow archon furiri how to use her fingers. furina is a pathetic top but you know what? ei's fine motor skills are so good its a little scary even!! teaching furina all the little and subtle finger movements that send you to heavens, and which wrist positions are more comfortable in different poses--

or maybe there's something that the empress only lets yelan know!! how surprised would the poor empress be when someone like ayaka suddenly goes straight to your weak point that nobody except for one person ever knew before!!! there's probably not a single inch of your body that the courtesans haven't covered with their love before, but what if there is a certain way and/or combo that makes you go insane!!?? kissing the empress behind her ear while simultaneously stimulating her clit in a very specific way!!!

so what are your thoughts👁

-😇

You’re so right 😇 anon! Straps do get repetitive after some time, but we could switch it up with fingers, mouths, and other toys if you wish!

nsfw under the cut—————————

Poor Furina is so pathetic she needs the guidance of Ei to help her top you. Ei is so much more skilled than her (especially with her fingers) and teaches Furina the proper positions, hand movements, and speed to go at when burying her fingers into your cunt.

Perhaps Ei sits there, watching carefully as Furina dips her smaller, nimble fingers into your pussy and gasps in fascination for how tight and warm you were. Poor girl has like…never fingered or pleased a woman before, so the feeling of your walls wrapped around her fingers has the girl trembling and blushing. She’s at a loss for words since she had no idea pussy felt that good.

And of course, Ei is amused by all this and encourages Furina to keep going. Wanting the smaller woman to stretch and push your limits as best as she could do. Furina is absolutely enamored, eyes locked on the way your hole sucks her in, as she slowly becomes pussy-addicted to the way that you feel.

Besides those two, Yelan teaching the subbier courtesans all your body’s secrets and sensitive parts would be the bane of your existence. Yelan is probably the only courtesan in the harem who knows your body better than you do, and if she spills all your secrets to someone like Ayaka? Oh god, that’d be so unexpected.

Ayaka would be fondling your breasts from behind or something and suddenly she leans in to bite an odd, yet extremely sensitive part on your body that has you writhing and shaking. Yelan smirking to herself as she watches Ayaka completely take advantage of all your hidden secrets and spots. You’d be so confused as to why Ayaka of all people would know of such an embarrassingly sensitive area, yet one look at Yelan and all your questions are answered…

[nightunite]

I've been keeping up with your Baron Konïg AU and I'm OBSESSED-

But I have to know, what about Gaz, Simon and Price? I haven't really heard much on them and I want to know so bad 😞😞

Love your writing and hope your having a wonderful day/night 💗

Teeheeheeehee, I was hoping someone would ask ngl. @itsa-me-lily helped me come up with the backstories, and as always please enjoy! I hope you also have a wonderful day and thank you!

Some general basics real quick: -As a general reminder, we are going off of vibes, and so some things may just be handwaved. -Price is also a Duke, Simon a Marquess, and Kyle an Earl, due to their COD rankings; if Johnny hadn't been the duke in this he would also be an Earl -Vaguely they all do business of some kind concerning their own lands. I haven't charted out the specifics yet, though all of them are involved in lumber trade and the selling of goods. A quick search mostly just addresses the political power or lack thereof, but they have to have money coming from somewhere. -Price and Simon both served in the military regarding some vague war, as did Konig. Price at one point was on the battlefield (thankfully the same side) as Konig while Simon was stationed somewhere else. Now, as to these men individually. I'll be sorting them in order of least to most awful. First up is Kyle. He is the youngest of the men, though not by much. Came into his own title via inheritance, though he's not a spoiled brat. Objectively the best of the four to deal with, he's polite and kind but tends to shy away from women due to wanting to keep his heart safe. At this point he is looking to get engaged, follow the general structure expected of a noble. He's the best at using flattery to get what he wants, the 'innocent' approach disarming those around him. The first one to hear of any salacious rumors, he and Johnny tend to gossip like bored wives during the courting seasons. If I had to pick one of these men to marry, it would be Kyle: he might not be in love with me, but he would treat me well and for something like this AU that's the optimal result. Next is our dearest fellow Duke, Duke Price. The man is pragmatic to say the least. When it comes to getting information he uses a mix of casual conversation and the hard press, the first to hear of any economic stirrings that might interfere with his lifestyle. The one most built for business, his nobility comes from a mix of lineage, wealth, and power. He worked hard to get where he is, and while he can be friendly, at his core he tends to treat those he doesn't consider a close friend with basic courtesy. He has no intention of settling down, content instead with courtesans. Clean business, an exchange in which both parties get what they want. Officially has no children, though off the books he has a handful of them. He doesn't feel he would make a good full-time father, and so instead sends the mothers whatever they need financially to take care of them. And finally, Marquess Simon. A man who built his status off of military prowess and a subsequent ability to root out any misdeeds amongst his cohorts, the first to hear of any more illicit deeds that could result in charges being pressed. It helps to keep him and the others from associating with those that cross the line too far and would tarnish their good names. In a manner similar to Konig wears a face covering, though only from the cheeks down, adding an air of mystery without triggering the fight or flight response unintentionally. To quote @itsa-me-lily "this man is a menace to women". Where Price is content and honest with his dalliances, Simon prides himself in his ability to charm women. He comes across as the rough gentleman, not quite a scoundrel like Johnny, the kind of man who triggers the 'I can fix him' or 'I'm the exception' reflex in the ladies at court. He enjoys the thrill of the chase while also not making any promises. Also has unofficial children, but where Price takes care of his, Simon turns a blind eye to them. The worst one of the bunch without question, including Johnny. I have plans for all of these men, because A) I like men groveling and B) If anything this AU is about taking accountability for the flippancy of powerful men.

[isabeauwolf]

Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul

Part 1

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. Your 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 head, 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 candlelight. The same jewels were woven into the long braid of your hair as the rest fell free and 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, remembering 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 felt 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 temptation 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. He 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 shrug your shoulders, walking backwards 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." You 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.

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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 to lean and press 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, through 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 lefts 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 pretend 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 hand 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 headed 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 thought, lips curling into a smirk as his adoptive sons face grow heated further.

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

"Were 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 name, 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 secret spell on him.

A phantom figure of your silhouette appeared, you crawl 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. Your hair was undone, Kai shivered, resting a gloveless hand on your 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 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 my 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 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 chest.

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 tightened in 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, shallow 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 of 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 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 lessen 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 crept into the room, wiping himself down with 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 in 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 grits his teeth.

All his planning, all his 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 narrow 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 choose him? Were you playing with him? Keeping the humiliated, beaten and disgraced one winged bird as your 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 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 clothes 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 has requested that you join her for breakfast, lunch and dinner from now onward, 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 what 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. Your most trusted advisors, men from noble houses as old as Musutafu itself, All Might and Endeavor being two of them.

All Might, Toshinori Yagi, a retired adventure known as All Might, The Golden Lion, who had given his wisdom alongside 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 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 ---

Part 1: In Chains

Part 3: Coming Soon!

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Sweet pleasures (Part 1)

Summary: You accidentally capture the attention of Lucius the Eternal while your world dies under the oppression of heretics

Lucius The Eternal/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession possessive behavior, manipulation, intimidation, kidnapping, dubious consent, body horror

Word count: 2421

Song: The Sisters of Mercy - More

Good luck, guys. I tried very hard while writing all these horrors and erotica.

You're scared. You're very scared. It was unusual. Wrong. No. No. No. You always knew how to find a way out of any situation. Could always adapt to circumstances. Wear almost any mask. Anyone could like you. Well, apparently this last skill failed you.

You were born on one of the many Imperial Worlds. One of many hive worlds. Аather was a worker, mother a laundress. Joyless life at the middle levels. And a beautiful daughter. Only the daughter turned out to be strange. Behaved differently, thought otherwise.

You didn't want to live so poorly. So that your already short life passes unnoticed. But you didn’t intend to zealously serve the Emperor as a Sister of Battle. No, it was foreign to you. You weren't going to fight. Besides, you didn't have much faith in the Emperor. Of course you prayed and did not say heretical thoughts out loud. But what can you do?

You were quite beautiful. And healthy for your status. Could make friends with many people. Even the gloomiest arbitrators were touched by the sight of you when you were a child. You could become a courtesan. And then could become the concubine of a rich aristocrat. But such a role did not appeal to you either. Quite the contrary. Scared you away.

At some point you found yourself at one of the ports. Spent almost the whole week there. Due to fatigue at work, your parents did not notice your long absence. And at this time you were learning to read. Learned the jargon of smugglers and honest traders. Looked at the maps and kept an eye on the Mechanicum. Occasionally, on the sly. And sometimes openly.

They offered to take you with you. Show all these amazing worlds, but you knew it was a trap. But staying in your parents’ house was also a trap. No matter how you look at it, an honest life did not give anything, but only took away. That's why you started lying.

And you were good at it.

Who have you been in your short life? No actress can compare with your talent. You learned to play the organ. A couple of times pretended to be a nun to look at the holy relics. Made your way into the palace of the aristocrats as one of the maids of honor. They believed you easily. You even thought that you might have been born a psyker. But no, the Black Ship did not come for you.

A couple of times you even followed the mutants hiding in the bowels of the city. Maybe you are one of them? You felt pity for these creatures. They were different from people in appearance, but they were still humans. But they were disgusting to everyone. And you were loved.

You continued to ingratiate yourself with the arbitrators. The hands of the law, of course, could not refuse a lady in trouble and allowed you a lot. And you attended evenings with the nobility. You saw how it was possible to live. You ate and drank things you could never afford as a laundress. You were free and happy.

And you wanted to try so much. Feel it. And at some point you realized that you wanted to leave your world. You wanted to see the whole Imperium. To taste everything. You were ready.

And then Chaos came.

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The resistance to the heretics did not last even a week. They were too strong. As you later found out, this was not just one band of space marines. There were several of them. Apparently the heretics pursued a new goal after the fall of Cadia. And your planet has become just an obstacle on the way, which can be turned... into entertainment.

You're probably lucky that you didn't meet any fanatics of Nurgle or Tzeentch. The Khornites would simply crush you. Only now you find that your part of the city was captured by the Slaaneshists... Hedonists and debauchees. Admirers of torture and lovers of using human flesh as a drug.

You tried to hide from them. Used every opportunity. The survivors looked at you and couldn’t help but share their shelter with you. they were so kind. You felt a shame. You were a liar but not an evil woman. In the end, you left this family hiding in the bowels of the city and took to the streets. You hoped to find a new shelter.

And in the end you encountered mortal cultists who were looking for city residents to make offerings to their masters. They rejoiced when they captured you. They mockingly consoled you. Caressed. But nothing more. They said that their lord should receive a whole and untouched toy.

At that moment, for the first time in your life, you felt helpless.

***

You fully appreciated the perversity of the Emperor's Children when you saw the main hall of one of the richest aristocrats. The golden and white walls were covered with pieces of human flesh. The heads of the statues were cut off and human heads were placed in their place. Men, women. Even children. Liters of blood flowed down the walls and floor. It was impossible to stay clean in this mess.

The center of the hall was filled with bodies. Alive and dead. Their bodies were joined in a brutal orgy. Although this word only narrowed down all the horror that was happening in this place. Men and women, young and old, mated like animals. They cut each other and themselves. They devoured human flesh, blood and even excrement. They sang, no, they shouted, drawn-out melodies. Mortals are mired in the ritual of the heretics, unable to resist.

And you could have ended up there... if you had not looked at the warrior who grabbed you with pitiful eyes. He liked your look. Stroking your head, he said that such a beauty should not die so early. Although you saw that among this mass there were also noblewomen who were much more beautiful and healthier than you. You definetly was a rare mutant.

And luckily for you, it was even easier for you to please the heretics. You didn't even have to try. Didn’t have to learn anything new, make an effort or try to understand the other person. No, they just liked your defenseless and vulnerable look. Something fragile that can be broken. Perverts.

You try not to shake so as not to drop the tray. You have been registered as a “servant”. You and several other slaves stood against the right wall, holding a tray with various dishes. Someone had drugs created from the tears of prisoners. Someone's got guts. You are lucky, on your tray there are fresh berries from the aristocrat's reserves.

The food was not intended for ordinary traitorous Space Marines, much less mortal cultists. They were having fun on the lower levels of the palace. No, you had to serve the gang leaders, who sat on pillows made of human skin. You looked at them sometimes, unable to contain your curiosity. But how you wanted to erase their image from your memory.

On the left side was a Space Marine, hairless and with incredibly bottomless black eyes. The mouth stretched out, more like a lattice. He slowly stroked his weapon, enjoying the “music” of the slaves. Next to him sat a half-man, half-bull. The huge armor was strewn with the skulls of defeated enemies. The Space Marine was talking with the main leader, lazily playing with the dissected brains of a slave with one hand...

The unfortunate man had just recently presented them with wine. The rest of the servants usually went back to their places to get a new tray. But apparently the space marines did not like the wine. Or, on the contrary, they appreciated it, and the heretic simply became bored. You couldn’t know the exact answer and it made you shiver.

On the right side lay an incredibly handsome man in pearl armor. Amber hair framed a pale, bored face without a single scar. The man was much more interested in sorting through his test tubes with the brightly colored substance. And given the rumors, you didn't want to know what was inside. A space marine with a gold-plated mask stood at a distance, keeping an eye on the orgy in the center. It was this sorcerer who was responsible for the ritual.

Well, in the center sat the leader of this gang. One of the slaves even recognized his name. Lucius the Eternal.

He was disgusting. His entire face, which looked more like a piece of raw meat, was covered with scars. Three flasks with a narcotic substance were attached to the space marine’s suit, which flowed directly through the tubes into the heretic’s flesh. The clawed teeth smiled as Lucius whispered to the bull, holding a glass of wine in his left hand. A daemonic sword rested nearby.

“They want sweets” - a servant approaches you and you flinch in surprise. The slave's eyes are empty and yet he looks straight into your soul. - “Bring them berries.”

Now it’s your turn. You inhale through your nostrils and slowly walk towards the Space Marines. You feel the other servants looking at you with pity. Soon you come to the heretics. The man in pearl armor and the heretic in a golden mask pay no attention to you. So you approach Lucius and his friend.

The man glances at you quickly... and freezes. Violet eyes shamelessly scan your body, especially looking at your face. Lucius takes a deep breath and you realize that he is trying to recognize your scent. A low laugh comes from his throat.

“Oh, I asked for something sweet,” the man runs his tongue over his teeth and you wince at how long it is. - “But I was expecting food, not a pretty face.”

You purse your lips and pick up the tray.

“I-I brought berries,” you babble before squealing in surprise as one of the arms grabs you. You can barely hold the tray of food in your hands, finding yourself next to Lucius. Your surprised gaze meets his mocking one.

“And the voice is sonorous.” - the man laughs to half-bull, hugging your body to himself. His hungry eyes linger on your parted lips. - “So you brought berries, sugar? Then feed me.”

You gulp at the slaaneshist's strange behavior, but comply. You take a bunch of grapes and bring one berry to the Space Marine’s mouth. Trying your best to focus on his ugly face and his hand on your waist. Ignoring the blood-sticky leather pillows and armor of your tormentor. Bloody, covered with faces frozen in agony.

The heretic opens his mouth and bites half of the berry, splashing the juice over your hand. The man moans and you tremble from his rough voice. But the worst thing is when he starts licking the juice from your palm. Extremely slowly and carefully. You've heard that, in addition to regular saliva, Space Marines also have poisonous saliva that can be used in battle. It's surprising he hasn't used it...at least not yet.

“I love the taste of your sweat, sugar.” - the man chatters his teeth in your face, but obediently eats another grape. - “And who were you before we captured your wretched planet? Hardly one of these poor things.” - the traitor lazily shakes his head towards the hall. - “We let all noble women in for the ritual. Well, some passed for new decor.”

The bull grins. He had already managed to eat half the brains of the slave, who somehow miraculously survived. The prisoner's eyes looked at you pleadingly with tears. They asked to be relieved of pain and suffering. But you couldn't. You need to take care of yourself.

“I-” - you try to squeeze out a word, but freeze mid-sentence. Who were you? What have you done useful in this life? Catching Lucius’ furrowed eyebrows, you begin to babble desperately. - ��I-I don’t know. My mother is a laundress, and my father is a factory worker. I studied history at the academy and played the organ a little for the nobility. Pretended to be an official, keeping an eye on the cultists. D-dressed like a nun for fun. I tried all the jobs which I liked. Am I...am I a tramp?”

You are asking either yourself or Lucius. As if he knows who you are and what your destiny is. The man looks at you with an unblinking gaze before laughing madly. You look at him blankly, with a terrible feeling of foreboding, feeling his hand drop from your waist to your thigh.

“How funny you are, sugar! Such a rare thing. Instead of washing clothes, you decided to try everything at once. I see you don’t like living according to the laws of the Corpse Emperor at all, huh?” - you nod with displeasure, noting to yourself the bitterness of the truth. No you do not like it. Lucius sees this. - “Yes, you crave pleasure. And you can’t get enough of trying on more and more new roles. My mortal slaves with their little enjoyments are not worth your finger.”

The traitor buries his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent. You thought it was so easy for you to please a mortal heretic. But the Space Marine almost melted next to you. This was your salvation. And a curse.

“I'll take you with me.” - Lucius purrs, licking your neck. You feel his fingers begin to caress the inside of your thigh. Your legs tighten, some of the berries fall from the tray onto the pillows. This only makes the man laugh. - “You will see agony. Ecstasy. More."

You shrink into his hugs and caresses, unable to resist. Fear takes over your body. Lucius' fingers gently stroke your sex through your clothes and you can't hold back your shameful quiet moan. The man almost giggles like a young boy. The rest of the space marines don't pay attention to you two except the bull. He breathes loudly and shamelessly, carefully following The Eternal’s antics. Tears blur your eyes. What a humiliation.

A cacophony of cries of martyrs, clutching each other in pain and pleasure, can be heard throughout the hall. You see how their naked flexible bodies merge with each other and twist like a spiral. Many find themselves buried under the flesh, while others scream madly, unable to get out of the trap. You feel like they are looking at you.

You fall into darkness.

[tenthmuseondine]

The Back Pearl of Braavos and 16th century Venetian Fashion:

There is a common consensus among fans that Braavos - a city sited on a group of small islands that are linked by bridges and walkways, divided by canals, channels and waterways of varying size - is heavily inspired by Italian mercantile/maritime republics, of which Venice is the most famous.

Furthermore, the canal-based, inter-connecting island architecture is not the only similarity between Braavos and Venice; both cities are famed for their courtesans.

Indeed in 16th century, Venice was famed for its many elaborately dressed and coiffed courtesans; Veronica Franco (1546–1591) is a famous example! She developed her position in Renaissance Venetian society as a cortigiana onesta (Honest Courtesan), known for her notable clientele, feminist advocacy, literary contributions, and philanthropy.

Her fictional parallel in ASOIAF could be Bellegere Otherys II - one of the famed courtesans in Braavos (the other being Daughter of the Dusk). We know Bellegere comes from a family of courtesans, bearing the title of Black Pearl of Braavos - a moniker borne by a descendant of Bellegere Otherys I, the first Black Pearl, a pirate queen who became a mistress of Aegon IV Targaryen.

The eldest bastard daughter of King Aegon IV and Bellegere, Bellenora Otherys, became a courtesan under the same name. Bellenora's descendants became courtesans as well, each eventually bearing the name "Black Pearl".

We can also assume that Bellegere is rather wealthy, owning her own barge and servants to pole her to trysts and when purchasing three cockles from Arya, who is disguised as Cat of the Canals, paying ten times what the cockles are worth. This wealth is directly reflected in her clothing!

"She was so lovely that the lamps seemed to burn brighter when she passed. She had dressed in a low-cut gown of pale yellow silk, startling against the light brown of her skin. Her black hair was bound up in a net of spun gold, and a jet-and-gold necklace brushed against the top of her full breasts." (TWOW, Mercy)

The aforementioned "low-cut gown" immediately brings to mind the 16th century gowns worn by Venetian courtesans!

Look at this art print of a Venetian Courtesan (Cortigiana Veneta) published by Pietro Bertelli in 1591.

Notice the incredibly low and exposed neckline of the gown!

It is important to mention, however, that not only courtesans dressed this way. Venetian noblewomen of the 16th century also bared their breasts in keeping with the fashion of the day.

For example, look at this art print of a Venetian Bride (Sposa Veneta), also by Pietro Bertelli. There is virtually no difference; perhaps that is why the civic authorities decried the courtesans' deliberately misleading resemblance to 'honest women.'

In some portrayals, the Venetian woman's neckline opens almost immediately below the breast!

In Dress of Venetian Women (Habiti delle Donne Venetiane) ca. 1591–1610, the engravings done by Giacomo Franco show ornately dressed courtesans and respectable women, all of whom sport very low cut bodices.

In the second plate we see a depiction of parentado, or the ritual presentation of a bride to her relations. Here, a bride in a richly embroidered dress wearing pearls and a bejeweled crown is presented by her ballerino, a dance instructor who prevented the woman from toppling over in her chopines, or platform shoes.

In conclusion, in depicting Bellegere Otherys - the Black Pearl of Braavos - I would most definitely illustrate her wearing a gown inspired by 16th century Venetian dress (worn by both courtesans and noblewomen). She'd look rather striking I think.

[lanitalay]

Cowboy like me

a/n: besties be warned this is my first time writing smut

azriel x reader one shot inspired by the Taylor Swift song

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut!

Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon.

Azriel looked at her like he was looking in a mirror. He remembered how she laid on his bed, curled up on her side, snuggling with the thick covers. It had been lifetimes, centuries since they had seen each other. Last he heard she was in the Continent, living as a courtesan. She must have a fortune. With her devastating beauty, quick wits and disarming charm it was never difficult to discover interesting, compromising and incriminating information. That’s why she was one of his most trusted spies. 

He never thought he’d run into her in Adriata. She stood on the main balcony of the Summer Court palace, looking at the ocean. He admired how she could adapt to any environment. In Night Court black she was intimidating. In Summer blue she was dazzling. The wind made the flowy fabric of her dress hug her curves. Her hair was shorter now. Back when they knew each other it came down to her waist. Now, it did not touch her shoulders. He could recognize her anywhere, with any hair, any dress. He could recognize her in the dark, blindfolded.

He knew every inch of her skin. Every scar. Every freckle. 

His wings tighten as he makes his way over to her. She must be expecting him. There is no way she did not know he would be visiting on official business. “Summer suits you” his words reach her before he does. He takes the next few steps slowly as he comes to stand next to her.  “Must be the sun and salt air” he knows she won’t look at him yet. “Night also suits you” his hands are placed behind his back. “Maybe, in another life” she brings her hands to the railing of the balcony. Azriel can’t help but notice there is no ring or any marker that indicates she is in a relationship. It did not surprise him, they were similar in that way. Whatever intimate relationship they once shared had been strictly nocturnal and he was perfectly fine with that. It was only when she had given him her letter of resignation that he yearned for more time with her. The nights suddenly not enough. 

“Are you residing here permanently?” Her lips quirked up at that “permanent is not a word I would use to describe anything about me”. He could use that word to describe how she had a perpetual place in the back of his mind and, if he was being honest, his heart. 

“How long are you here for?” The question brings him out of his head “until tomorrow”. She hums. “You never told me why” he had been wondering ever since she had gone. “It was time for something new” now she turns her head to meet his gaze. “Was it something I did?” She looks away again “no”. “Then what was it?” She breathes, her chest rising from the action. “You know what it was”. He goes to ask again but before he can formulate the question she says “I have a meeting, see you around”. She walks away and into the palace, disappearing through a hallway. 

A knock wakes him up. He goes to open the door, already knowing who’s on the other side. “Sorry to wake you” she says and steps into the room. “It’s alright” she’s in a nightgown “why are you here?” He had never seen her look nervous “you know me better than anyone Az” she said gently and he had a feeling that was the voice she used to get men of power to fall to their knees “and…” she closes the space between them “I’ve missed you”. 

He forgoes the mask of indifference and grabs her face, meeting her lips in a searing kiss. Gods, he missed her. His whole body ached at the thought of her. A surprised sound escaped her as he bit her lower lip and slipped his tongue in her mouth. Her hands instinctively went to his hair, like they had done for years. She pulled him away from her and he could  have moaned at how her pupil had blown out and her lips had gone puffy “what?” His voice was desperate and she smiled “I just have a feeling that this is gonna be one of those things” and kissed him again. He wasted no time in lifting her hips up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked back to the bed. 

She fell back on the mattress and he swore he had never seen anything more beautiful. He crawled on top of her kissing and biting his way to her lips. He wanted to take his time with her, savor every inch of her skin, every moan and every movement. She had other plans and made it so she was now on top of him. His hardened cock smothered beneath her dripping heat. She removed her robe and nightgown in one motion. Her nipples peaked with arousal. Azriel growled and sat up to bring her right breast to his mouth, sucking and biting with his other hand he pinched and pulled at her left breast. Her head fell back, loving the sensations flooding her but needing more. She pulled him away and took her panties off and threw them at his face. Azriel caught it and breathed in the concentrated scent of her arousal. She got up from his lap and made to undress him. “Az I need you now” he flipped her so she was on her back and at his mercy. 

He pulled out his cock and gave it a few rough strokes. She was aching for him, her cunt fluttering around nothing. He took her in, legs bent and spread wide just for him. He ran a hand up her leg until it reached the apex of her thighs and without warning pushed in two thick fingers. He brought them to his mouth and tasted just how needy she was. “You wanna taste?” She nodded desperately and she moaned as he pumped his fingers a few times before bringing them to her mouth. She sucked and slurped up the liquid. When he took his fingers out she begged “Az, please” he loved seeing her plead for him. “You want my cock?” She nods “say it”. “I want your cock” he thinks he can see tears welling up in her eyes. 

Her pussy is throbbing, he brings his cock to her cunt and slides the tip from her sopping hole to her soaking clit, teasing. Her tears spill “Az, please fuck me”. With one slow, frustratingly slow stroke he sheathes himself inside her. She grabs his face and kisses him, she can taste herself on his tongue. His thrusts turn into pounding. The pace brutal. She moans when he bites her neck and thumbs at her clit. With trembling hands she runs her finger along the lines of his wings, like she knew would drive him crazy. He hisses and bites down harder. Her pussy is throbbing, her climax near. “Cum for me, baby. Be good for me” she has no control as a wave of pleasure crashes into her. She moans his name until it's just incoherent mumbles “where do you want me to finish?” She’s still spinning as she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him deeper “fill me up” he thrusts into her until he reaches his high, his cum coating her walls. Her legs are still wrapped around him as he bends down to meet her lips. 

“Stay with me” he says, arm draped around her waist keeping her back flush against his chest. She thinks for a moment. “I can stay with you if you promise me forever”. They don’t speak the rest of the night. They drift to sleep in each other's warmth and he knows that by morning she’ll be gone.

[sebfreak]

Tbh I´m a little bit sad that they didn´t add this tiny little scene into the anime while Maomao was talking with Jinshi and explaining to him how she sees her bilogical father. Because this scene was for me very interesting. Maomao as a child or more like from her point of view saw things differently and it was indeed traumatizing when Lakan came to her and said to her she should call him dad. (also i just wanted to see how grandma was hitting him sorry not sorry XD but come on this was funny in the manga okay? but maybe they didn´t add because in the episode before that grandma hit him. but hmm... if you read the manga you´ll know what i mean.) But okay, I think without it they managed to give all people the answer to their question why she dislikes her biological father. And although Gaoshun said that "no father wants to be disliked", I think it´s only up to Maomao whether she accepts him or not. The same goes for her mother too. Oh I really liked btw how she pointed out that her mother could have taken contraceptives but she didn´t chose to and so the strategist was tricked in the end. "Women are scary" yeah I mean... Maomao knows indeed a lot and did see a lot of characters in the red light district so she has every right to say it like that. But yeah getting kids can either save the woman or punish her. I know it sounds very rough if i say it like that, but this is the life they have.

Her dancing was indeed very beautiful she kept her promise although the person couldn´t see it. But at least Jinshi saw it. ahaha loved their interaction so much and him freaking out because of her wound is the best. XD Jinshi has the best faces ngl.

XDDD Ahahaha the scene was indeed very misleading ... right? RIGHT???? I have to be honest, even I was holding my breath but nonononono she just wants to have the ox bezoar. :D (at the moment *cough* but that´s another story). Also can we please highlight the fact that Jinshi just jumped down the wall AND WITH MAOMAO??? Boy he has legs out of steel, because the wall is very high. Oo

Yeah you can say the story had happy endings and everything went pretty well but it is indeed only the beginning of Maomaos story and I´m so glad that they announced season 2. <3

And how would I rate it? I would give it a 10/10 because i never felt bored nor was there something I really didn´t like. Yeah I´m critical when it comes to Lakan and Mamomaos mother and i will continue with it and a few other characters, but that didn´t change my rating for the anime. It´s a great story and I´m happy that they made 20+ episodes. I will recommend this story to everyone who likes these type of stories and I really like how this story shows in an authentical way how the life in a palace was or how courtesans lived their life. It´s not romanticized and beside that you can learn a lot about medicine because Maomaos passion for it can and will infect you. She is btw for me one of the best female characters out there. I like her personality and how she solves things. I like how she is true to her opinion and isn´t afraid to say it or share her ideas with others. For me she is a very strong character.

Oh and Jinshi is also a great character and on my husbando list. :D

[awinterrosesstuff]

I really like MaoMao's character, she's a breath of fresh air. Not for nothing was she the most voted female character in Japan at the time. What do you like about her? I like her reasonableness, her intelligence and her eccentric personality. It's the first time I've seen such a protagonist. Her past made me sympathize with her a lot.

Hi anon !

I've liked her the moment I started reading. I didn't know she was the most voted female character at the time. But it doesn't surprised me. The light novels (I really have to read them too) are really popular in my country and I only heard good things about that story.

I like Maomao. And I agree with you, she's a breath of fresh air. She's brutally honest in her thoughts. Her past is interesting and I do sympathize with her too. It really shaped her into the smart woman she is. I love the fact that she's an apothecary and has an interest in poisons. I like how pragmatic and reasonable she is, but also how enthusiastic she is when she has a new mystery to solve. She can be so rational that she doesn't understand what people feel towards her. But at the same time, she has some kind of empathy. It's really an interesting dynamic in her character.

I can totally emphatize with her on some level. Like her, I can work for hours on end for things that interest me. However, for anything that I dislike, I will have the attention span of a child. I love her relationship with her sisters, the courtesans. It's really touching. And her adoptive father is also very interesting.

If you want to talk more about The apothicary diaries, I will be happy to answer. I started reading recently, but I have lots of opinions on it. Thank you so much for the ask !

[aishangotome]

Oiran IF Event: Reverse Mugenro - Onio Ryo Chapter 2

Chapter 1

♡———♡

(To think I'd be doing that with my first love...)

I was about to recall Ryo's sweet, lingering kisses, and I frantically shook my head from side to side.

Yumeka: W-work, work!

-

After finishing my daytime job and my work at 'Tapir', I used the employee incense, which is essential for humans, and came to the Mugenro as an oiran again tonight.

Ryo: Well then, let's have another "date" tonight.

Yumeka: Yes!

We smiled at each other and walked through the Mugenro, close like lovers.

This was all part of the plan to wander around the Mugenro without arousing suspicion.

Ryo: It's lively as ever, no matter when you come. As expected of the Mugenro.

Yumeka: It seems there are many Yokai who come here not just for a night of pleasure with oirans and male courtesans, but also to hold banquets.

Ryo: That's probably why information gathers here. ...It's hard for a lightweight drinker like me to get in.

Ryo: But I could mingle freely if I was on the serving side.

As we talked, we walked through the intricate Mugenro.

(Who is Ryo looking for...?)

Whenever I asked Ryo who he was looking for, he always evaded the question, so I never found out.

(A man? Ah, but women come to the Mugenro too...)

No matter how much I thought about it, of course, I couldn't come up with an answer.

(Ryo is a very secretive person. I really want to know more about him...)

When I looked up at his handsome profile, Ryo noticed my gaze and turned to me.

Ryo: ...What?

Yumeka: Um... no, it's nothing?

Ryo: For someone who says that, you've been staring at me the whole time.

(He noticed!?)

I hurriedly averted my eyes, but Ryo smiled and took my hand...

Ryo: This way.

Yumeka: Eh!?

We were pulled into the shadows beneath the staircase.

Yumeka: Ry-Ryo... ah...

My chin was lifted, and my heart pounded at the sight of his handsome face so close.

Ryo: Tell me what you were thinking. I'm curious.

Yumeka: I told you, it's nothing.

Ryo: Is that so?

Ryo smiled playfully, tilted his head, and gave me a pecking kiss.

Yumeka: Mmm...

Ryo: This mouth isn't being honest, is it?

My half-open mouth was gently pinched, and I stared at him, my ears burning red.

(Wow... this face.)

I almost forgot where I was, looking at Ryo's youthful, carefree smile, which made him look like a boy...

Yumeka: Ah... mmm...

With my mouth still pinched, his tongue darted between my lips.

Yumeka: Mmm... mmm...

My body, now accustomed to Ryo's kisses, reflexively accepted his tongue.

Ryo: That's the punishment for keeping secrets.

Yumeka: Mmm, come on...!

(He's the one with all the secrets...)

As I was swept away by his kisses, I couldn't help but think about him.

(If I told Ryo I wanted to know his secrets, he might stop coming here...)

The thought suddenly popped into my head, and a small pang of pain shot through my chest.

-

—Some time had passed since my relationship with Ryo began.

I was summoned to the Master's room.

(Am I going to get scolded? Did I do something wrong...?)

I tensed up at the feeling of nervousness.

Master: You don't have to be so tense. I just have a request for you, Yumeka.

Yumeka: A request?

Master: Yes. It seems you've only been attending to one butterfly lately, Yumeka.

Master: I'd like you to attend to other butterflies for the sake of the Mugenro.

Master: ...Although there haven't been many lately, there are other butterflies interested in humans.

Master: To be a bridge between Yokai and humans, after all.

Yumeka: Ah...

Master: Let me know when you've made your decision.

-

I walked down the hallway with heavy steps, the Master's words echoing in my head.

(I owe the Mugenro and the Master, and it's not right to only see Ryo... is it?)

(Besides, if we keep seeing each other, I'll only end up liking Ryo more and more...)

(I'll want to uncover his secrets. I'll want him to reciprocate my feelings... that's the worst.)

(Before that happens--)

Reaching my room, I took a small, deep breath and stepped inside.

There, waiting for me in the room, was Ryo.

Ryo: Welcome back. You were summoned? Was everything alright?

Yumeka: Yes. Everything's fine.

The warmth of his kindness made my heart ache, constricting my chest.

Unable to look Ryo in the eyes, I closed the door behind me.

Ryo: Yumeka?

(I have to tell him now...)

Yumeka: Ryo, I... this is sudden, but...

And then, I announced the end of our arrangement.

Yumeka: Tonight will be the last night we can be oiran and butterfly.

Ryo: ...........

Although I announced the end of our relationship, Ryo said nothing.

Yumeka: I'm sorry for the suddenness... the Master told me to start attending to other butterflies...

Yumeka: You've helped me a lot, Ryo, but I also owe a debt to the Mugenro.

Yumeka: ...Oh, don't worry about the person you're searching for. I'll secretly put in a good word with Gasha-kun for him to help.

Ryo: ........…Understood.

After a long silence, I heard Ryo's voice. His tone, lower than usual, made my eyes well up, though I hated to admit it.

(It's really over now...)

Still, as an oiran of the Mugenro, I forced back the tears that were threatening to spill.

Yumeka: That's good. Then I'll go consult with Gasha-kun right away...

The moment I tried to leave the room, my sleeve was tugged.

Ryo: Wait. Don't go anywhere.

Yumeka: Huh...?

When I turned around, Ryo was holding my sleeve, stopping me...

Ryo: I said I understood. But... I want to continue this relationship.

Yumeka: W-why?

Ryo: I didn't say I agreed, did I?

Yumeka: ............

There wasn't a hint of falsehood in Ryo's direct gaze, only strength.

His true feelings shook my heart, which I was desperately trying to suppress.

(Even though I know I have to end this...)

Ryo: Come on. Say something.

Words caught in my throat.

Forced to choose between leaving the room and ending our relationship, or staying in the room, I—

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Seeing the last few asks regarding Dehya in the Empress AU, it got me thinking. So, obviously the other Courtesans are jelly about this outsider butting into to their circle and getting a wee bit too chummy with their Empress. Now, imagine. Beidou (and I'd like to say Shenhe, though idk if- even in the context of this AU- it'd be in character for her) start having a sort of contest with Dehya, trying to one-up her in displays of strength. Meanwhile the Empress is just appreciating the show (maybe even being being swept by the herculean woman, for better or worse) trying not to die from being so flustered (among a particular other emotion, if you catch my drift) from the strong duo (or trio, if Shenhe were to partake) so openly, and competetively vying for her affections.

A competition where buff women try to one up each other by proving their strength to the empress? Oh, anon. You know me so well ;)

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First off, Beidou was definitely the one to initiate the competition. She was getting jealous at the way Dehya was just so casually grabbing her empress and carrying them around like they were nothing. That was her job. (And Shenhe’s too sometimes) so why was this outsider suddenly stealing their job?

In terms of getting Dehya to agree to such a competition, Beidou had to get Shenhe on board to make it seem like she wasn’t the only one being petty.

“You don’t like Dehya, right?”

“I don’t have any opinions on her.”

Beidou would facepalm and try to make Shenhe jealous to join the competition.

“I saw Dehya carrying the empress.”

“Okay.”

“She was getting pretty handsy with them too.”

“Mhm.”

Beidou sighed and finally thought of an idea.

“You know, if Dehya joined the harem, she might become one of their bodyguards. Meaning you won’t get as much alone time with the empress anymore.”

Silence.

“Shenhe?”

Okay, now Shenhe was on board. The two of them walking up to Dehya and declaring a competition to see who was the strongest and fit for the empress’ side. Dehya looked confused, but agreed nevertheless to the competition as it was just another excuse to flex in front of the empress.

When the competition starts it’s your typical Olympic style lineup where each event would have a different test of physical endurance. The empress and their harem would all gather outside to watch in the shade as Dehya, Beidou and Shenhe all competed for your heart.

Truth be told, some of the courtesans in your harem thought it was ridiculous. Keqing especially as she just rolled her eyes and sat by your side with her arms around your waist.

“Are you brutes done yet?” Keqing would yell, watching as Dehya and Beidou engaged in an intense arm wrestling match while Shenhe quietly waited for her turn. “The empress shouldn’t be out in the sun for too long. We didn’t bring sunblock…”

As everyone was caught up in the hijinks of the competition however, you couldn’t help but admire the three buff women all flexing and showing off their strength in ways that made you swoon. Your favorite part of the competition had to be the swimming part if you were being honest. The way your courtesans + Dehya were in the water wearing minimal clothing with water dripping down their abs was just too hot for you to look away.

“Hey empress! Like what you see?” Dehya would chuckle from the water, letting the water droplets slide down her body before Beidou tackled her in the water.

“Weak! I’ve had my muscles since the time I could barely walk!” Beidou would counter back, Ningguang groaning at how the competition quickly escalated into a fight, as Shenhe innocently doggy paddled in the background of the pool. (Poor Shenhe was the only one actually following the rules)

“My empress, shouldn’t we stop this?” Ningguang would ask, quickly shielding you with her parasol as splashes of water almost soaked through your clothes.

“No, let them be,” you smiled as you watched them tussle with each other in the pool. Unable to admit that the real reason you were letting this continue, was so that you could watch the muscular women pine for your affections. “Let’s give them another hour.”

By the end of the competitions, you had Beidou and Dehya tired out with Shenhe as the reigning champion from the competitions. Not only did she follow the rules, she absolutely demolished the two with her strength due to her intense training with the adepti.

“How…How did she…” Dehya looked stunned as the elegant woman simply strutted over to you to claim her prize.

“Yay, Shenhe you did it!” You cheered, waving your arms in the air. “I’m so proud of you— oof!”

She didn’t say a word as she hoisted you up in her arms and started walking away. Off to have some alone time with you as she wanted nothing more than to have you all to herself…