#mha x fem!reader

[angelplummie]

imagine how understanding and sweet katsuki is when ur inexperienced

cw: pussy eatin, fluff, super soft katsuki,‘girlfriend’ used

you’ve never done anything with anyone before him, and you’re not exactly confident in ur man pleasing capabilities, probably due to the fact you have none.

when u start dating, you let him know you’ve never gone there with anyone before, and if it’s ok, you’d like to wait a little to get more comfortable, so it’s better for the both of you. you were nervous asking that of him, worried he would be put off or try to talk you out of it, worried he would scurry off and find someone who would put out right away.

but he didn’t, of course he didn’t.

he just hugged you and told you that was fine, he could wait as long as you wanted. i think katsuki is a person that views sex as a very emotional experience, a thing of intimacy and closeness and comfort. personally, i don’t think he would have sex with anyone he didn’t care about, he’s just not that type of person, so you asking him to wait doesn’t matter to him, he doesn’t need it with just anyone. he wants it with you and he wants it to be nice, good, safe. he couldn’t have taken it better, and you carry on with your lives.

and maybe in the coming months you get really close. you have never, ever felt like this about anyone, and neither has he. you both didn’t know this kind of feeling existed, but here it is. you just feel so happy when you’re with him you can’t even begin to explain it, talking to him is like... well it’s like nothing you’ve ever known. it’s everything, and it’s so easy and fun and you’ve never been happier. so, you decide to give it a go! why not? how horrible can it be? You sit down with him to talk about it one night he’s over at your place.

“what should we do?” u ask after he gladly agrees to trying tonight.

“I don’t mind really, whatever you’re ok with”

you sit together on the sofa, and he has his legs man spread, the perfect vision of confidence. you on the only hand are cross legged, feverishly twiddling your thumbs, eyes on the cushions.

“i don’t know man” you say n your voice cracks a little.

“we don’t have to do anything tonight, you know that right? you look like you’re bout to shit yourself”

you let out a high pitched nervous laugh.

“I know, it’s just... you know i have no idea what i’m doing, i just don’t want to fuck it up”

he sighs, brows furrowed as he thinks of what to do.

“want me to eat u out? that way you dont have to do anything, just gotta lay there.”

you had been avoiding his eyes, but you turn to look at him, and a chill runs down ur spine when you see his burning stare looking back at you. you wonder if he’s been looking at you like that this whole time. you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes.

“you would do that for me?”

he laughs like a dog barks, warm smile on his face.

“would i give my own girlfriend head? of course i would dummy.”

your cheeks burn and you slap his leg lightly.

“well!” you say indignantly, “it’s still nice of you anyway!”

he laughs again and stands up, holding out his hand for you to take.

“come on nerd, let’s get to it.”

you grab his hand, and it’s big and warm and safe. he pulls you up and leads you down the hall to your bedroom, excitement and nerves swirling in your tummy.

you lie down on your bed, eyes never leaving katsuki. he is so pretty, you think, so pretty and big and hot and he’s all yours. you watch as he closes the door and turns to you, eyes raking over you. you shuffle up so your head rests on your pillows and you spread your legs. you were only wearing a big hoodie and panties, so he just lays down between your legs, slowly pulls ur panties aside, and goes to town. you gasp when he gives sharp concentrated sucks to your little virgin clit, and he reaches up to lock fingers with you. You take his hand gratefully as you whine, his mouth covering your whole pussy and he slurps. His eyes never leave your face, making sure you’re ok. katsuki eats it so good and messy, spit covering every millimetre of ur throbbing little hole. he tongue fucks u, sucks on ur clit, slobbering and drooling and nasty. runs his tongue all over it, plays with ur clit over and over. flat licks on ur labia to make u shiver.

just like everything else with katsuki, u have never felt like this before.

every noise you make seems surprised, ur body is so hot right now, and u can hardly think. your being so loud right now, but you can’t seem to care, and katsuki can’t help but love it. he sighs into the kitty, and u shudder, but it reminds u he needs to breathe. Even though you’re horribly close, maybe he should take a break.

“kat, kat, katsuki-!” you squeak, “maybe you should take a breather-!”

but your concerns fall on deaf ears, as he only speeds up, tongue flicking up and down furiously on your cunt. it’s like he’s trying to kill you, you squeal and grip his hand tight. you’re so so so so close, your whines becoming nearly pained, drawn out and breathy.

“katsukiiiii-! i’m gonna cum, oh god-“

your legs twitch and convulse, and you cum on his mouth, chest heaving and heart pounding. he doesn’t stop. he finally lets himself breathe, letting ur cunt leave his mouth. he give ur clit a final soft kiss, and sighs. he looks up at u, thumb running over the back of ur hand. Ur eyes are fluttering shut and ur breathing is slowing down, but u spare him a look, a warm smile.

“was that ok?” he asks softly.

“yeah. thank u katsuki.”

he smiles again, that kind lopsided smile no one else but u has ever seen.

“can i get u anything?”

“no, let’s just go to sleep.”

“alright.”

he pulls ur panties back on for you, and gets up. you drag urself under the covers and he rounds the bed and gets in next to you.

“i’m proud of you, you know,” he mutters against your skin after you wrap yourself around him.

you heart skips a beat, and your glad his face is buried in ur neck.

“why? i just lay there, you did all the work.”

“yeah, but it’s a big step for you. i’m just happy you feel close enough to me to let me do that,” he had gotten quieter as he spoke, butterflies going crazy in his tummy as u gripped his shirt, moving even closer to him. he wasn’t shy, but vulnerability wasn’t easy for anyone.

“mm,” you pause, before continuing,”i just feel bad, i haven’t done anything for you.”

“it’s ok pipsqueak, don’t worry about me. whenever ur ready.”

you hum one last time before you drift off together, and it was the best night sleep you had ever gotten

thank u for reading!! reblogs appreciated! masterlist

[kodaiki]

꒰ 5:14 P.M. ꒱❛ bakugo katsuki x fem!reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 as he observes your trained eyes at the first, red haired, student sitting just across from you in the dorm's study lounge. how kirishima is blind to the laser eye-like glare you have at his temple continues to baffle the blonde.

“y’tryna get his attention or something?” bakugo asks from beside you gruffly, but low enough so no one else but you can hear, as the rest of your friends are in a captivated conversation regarding a project. still, you slightly jump in your seat. bakugo doesn’t comment on it but the sides of his lips turn up in slight amusement. “‘cause I don’t think your method is working out too well.”

“oh, hush,” you frown, turning away from said man.

“just saying,” he leans back in his seat with a grumble. how does bakugo say so much and so little at the same time?

“did he tell you anything?” you ask in a murmur, glancing over at kirishima and the one sitting beside him, arm draped over his shoulder casually.

“about what?” at your deadpan and mental you know what I mean, he rolls his eyes, “y’mean ochako?” when you silently nod, he shrugs.

“they’ve just been hanging out. what do you care, loser?”

you sigh, disregarding the usual nickname he used on you. “it’s just, i just,” you stammer over your words, unable to properly formulate your thoughts for his best friend. how do you tell bakugo that you’re unhappy with how chummy kirishima and uraraka have gotten?

bakugo isn’t stupid. he knows why you care, he’d just rather not allude to the fact that he does. he’d rather you tell him anyway so it doesn’t make it seem likes he’s so observant of you.

“it’s dumb,” you settle on, relaxing in your seat, expecting for bakugo to leave you be and continue listening in on the conversation your friends were having.

although the group of you had different majors in university, there were still those core, seminar classes you were forced to take, regardless. so, believing it was a good idea – except bakugo of course – the lot of you schedule the same class at the very same time.

bakugo's lip purse as he clenches his jaw, mentally agonizing over the fact that he feels the need to be nice to you. "i'll be the judge of that."

you blink owlishly at him, head popping upwards from it's once downturned gaze at the floor by your feet. when you weren't glancing at the pair sitting in front of you, your eyes were trained on the groovy, circular blobs decorating the carpeted floor of your dorm's lounge. when you don't respond right away, mouth slightly agape, he scoffs.

"i'm getting out for some air," the blonde suddenly announces, alerting the rest of the group – some nod absentmindedly, while others slightly furrow their brows in confusion as to why he'd have to make it a public announcement. he leaves mid-conversation without a word too often for anyone to actually be concerned.

but the announcement, as out of character for him as it was, was solely directed at you. with the subtlest glance at you and the direction of where he's walking, he adjusts his jacket sleeves and silently leaves the area. soon enough, the conversation returns back to its usual buzz about some topic you hardy paid any attention to since you plopped down on the ugly colored couch.

you give it a minute before you silently stand, glancing around the group but no one seemed to notice, much to your relief (there's a twinge of heartache that not even kirishima, the one who you considered yourself the closest to, didn't even bat an eyelash in your direction.)

"took you long enough," bakugo mutters when you appear next to him in front of the lounge. "'thought you were gonna ogle at the redhead for another twenty minutes."

you huff with a scowl but say nothing.

"so? 'm not freezing my ass out here for nothin'," he quickly grumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"right," you murmur, following suit when you notice a misty breath of air escaping your lips. "i like kirishima."

"that much is obvious." he rolls his eyes, recalling all those times he's watched you stare at his best friend and giggle a little too hard at his stupid jokes. "what else got you all upset?"

"she just got out of a relationship," you whisper into the evening, pretty colors adorning the sunsetting skies. blotches of blue and orange color the sky, meanwhile fluffy white clouds painted like sheep move slowly through the wind.

bakugo can read between the lines enough to know that she refers to uraraka. about three weeks earlier, she'd caught her boyfriend cheating, thus leading her to holing herself in her room as soon as classes finishes with an enormous tub of ice cream and heartbreak anthem blasting from her room. but who was the knight in shining armor that was suddenly at her dorm every single one of those nights to console her when she cried? kirishima eijiro.

the friend group never batted an eye at that, well aware kirishima was such a people person. besides, he'd do the same for anyone!

but three weeks later, mina, uraraka's number one best friend, was bumped down a pedestal and there replacing her – she didn't seem to mind, though, or maybe she was simply oblivious to it – was kirishima.

it was different, however. it wasn't like the normal best friend relationship they shared. it was obvious that something had changed between the two,

it's just kirishima, bakugo wants to shrug you off. he's like that with everybody.

but the glassy look in your eyes that now seems like a permanent feature of yours whenever you were in the vicinity of the new duo makes him think it's probably not best. he silently curses midoriya for teaching him the thing called empathy.

"do you think," you mumble, gnawing at your lip. god, you hated feeling like a heartbroken high schooler, you seriously thought you outgrew that phase. "do you think it's going somewhere?"

bakugo purses his lips, looking away from you. "i do."

it's not what you wanted to hear, but it's probably what you needed to hear; to move on.

"gotta say, 'can always count on you to be blunt about it," you chuckle heartlessly with a sniff. whether it's a sniff of sadness or from the cold weather is a mystery to bakugo.

"beating around the bush does nothing," he says knowingly, as if his heart wasn't searing in pain at the look on your face. "doesn't do anybody any good."

so, when you look at him, for the first time since you've stepped outside, you muster up your bravest smile. "yeah... it doesn't."

but bakugo can't help but feel conflicted. should he be relieved at the fact that you finally know some of the truth you'd been debating about in your head? or guilty at the fact that he isn't telling you the rest of it?

*whispers* this is another timestamp series <3

no taglist.

[mortedeveles]

under the mistletoe | shinsou hitoshi

This year, you try to worm your way out of Mina’s annual Christmas get-together party but she’s not taking a no for an answer. All you can hope is that you won’t bump into your ex-boyfriend, Shinsou Hitoshi…but luck isn’t on your side. 

↪ Pro Hero! Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader (shinsou + reader are in their 20s)

↪ Slightly edited but not beta’d, hope it isn’t too rough :,)

↪ lovers to exes to lovers, awkwardness, some angst some fluff, slight hurt/comfort, yearning/pining, happy ending, reader + Shinsou celebrate Christmas in this fic, etc

‘’You know I need you there,’’ Mina whines into the phone and you roll your eyes. ‘’Please, Y/N! The agency gave me and some others the day off and I need my emotional support friend to help me host this Christmas party…’’ You can hear the pout in her voice. 

You’re going to regret this later. ‘’Fine.’’ Mina cheers and you snort. ‘’But I have one rule.’’ 

‘’Which is…?’’ She’s trying to hold in her excitement and it makes you smile. But then you clear your throat and your smile gradually drops.

‘’Please don’t invite Shinsou.’’ Silence. You bite down a groan. She’s already invited him, hasn’t she? Mina probably wants you to make up with him, even though it’s been over a year since you two broke up. And a little bit more since you’ve last seen him. 

‘’About that…’’ she laughs nervously and you bite the inside of your cheek, dreading what her response will be. ‘’...I already invited him a few days ago.

Sigh. You groan with frustration, already imagining the headache you’ll have soon. Sure, you and Shinsou ended on okay terms, but you don’t know if you’re ready to face him. Or what you’ll do if you see him. 

‘’I can cancel on him if you want-,’’ she starts but you shake your head and cut her off. ‘’No, don’t. It’ll be rude. Just… let him come. I’ll try my best to avoid him.’’ 

Soon enough you end the phone call with Mina, stomach already twisting at what you’ll be facing in a few days. The party’s going to be on the twenty-fifth and it’s already the twenty-first of December. In four days you’ll be seeing your ex-boyfriend, Shinsou Hitoshi. 

❅

‘’...Come back to bed.’’ Shinsou chuckles at your whines as he wraps the tie around his neck. ‘’I would, but I have to go to the agency. They want me to sign some papers. I’ll come home right after, I promise.’’ He kisses the top of your head before getting up. You frown, trying to ignore the aching in your chest as you sigh.

‘’Okay. Let’s get take-out today?’’ He smiles and nods. ‘’For sure.’’ Shinsou kisses you on the lips one last time. Once he leaves the bedroom, you wipe away the forming tears. You wonder if you’re more of a bother than a girlfriend to him. 

❅•°•°•❅

‘’What else do we need?’’ You’re running around with Mina, Uraraka, and Tsuyu, setting up the food and arrangements for the party. Kirishima, Izuku, and Denki are helping set up the decorations on the walls, laughing and talking. You’re anything but in the mood to laugh and talk right now- there’s still much to do before the party guests arrive. The food table isn’t completely set, the juice bowl has to be filled and god knows what else you have to do.

‘’Can you get a package of napkins? They’re on top of my fridge.’’ Mina says as she walks past you, carrying some boxes with desserts. You nod, darting to the kitchen. 

‘’Don’t forget the mistletoe! We’re gonna need loads of that!’’ Denki calls from the living room and you roll your eyes. Grabbing the package of napkins, you walk back to the living room when you notice that there are already guests rolling in. Iida, Bakugou, Jirou, and many of your former U.A. classmates are stepping into the house. Chatter and music quickly pour in and once you’re done preparing everything, you can finally breathe.

You pat down the red dress you’re wearing, hoping it didn’t stain from any of the drinks or desserts. Now, you have another problem- avoiding Shinsou Hitoshi until the party ends. Looking through the sea of heads, you’re praying that he didn’t show up. Maybe he got busy or went to someone else’s party. Maybe his agency pulled him in for a last-minute mission. Wouldn’t be the first time. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to show up. That’d be great for you! 

But then you spot a messy mane of purple hair and your heart skips a beat. You see him before he sees you. There are still eyebags prominent on his face- you always berated him for it when you were dating-, but his expression is light and he’s smiling. The edges of his eyes crinkle when he smiles, slightly heavy-lidded and you think he hasn’t changed at all. Maybe you’re the one that’s changed. He’s wearing a white turtleneck that clings to his skin, a black coat, a pair of black jeans, and black boots. You wonder if he left Tora in anyone’s care, or if he left the cat alone for the night. 

Then he meets your gaze, and you realize you’re staring. You quickly look away, moving through the crowds before he can catch up to you. For once, you’re thankful that Mina bought such an extravagant and big house- it’ll be hard for him to find you and vice versa.

Once you think you’ve lost him, you step into one of Mina’s guest rooms. Your chest is heaving and your heart’s racing. Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes. You can stay in here for a few minutes and then come out, just so Mina doesn’t start wondering where you’re at. And even though you try not to, your mind goes to Shinsou. To your break-up, to when you were together. 

It wasn’t like you wanted to break up. You loved him, more than you ever loved anyone else. You haven’t been in an actual relationship ever since you two broke up. Some flings and dates here and there but they all led to nothing. Just some brief smiles that quickly dissipate into a frown. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn your favorite ring today; Shinsou gave it to you. You wonder if he still remembers it.

‘’Y/N!’’ Kirishima’s boisterous voice has you jumping. ‘’What are you doing in this dark room? C’mon, the party’s getting good!’’ He doesn’t wait for a response, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and steering you towards the living room. You find yourself leaning towards the redhead, smiling. He’s always been so kind and friendly with you, it’s hard not to feel relaxed around him. 

‘’Sorry,’’ you rest your head on his shoulder. ‘’I just needed a moment to breathe.’’ Kirishima nods with understanding, patting you on the back. He takes you to where your girl friends are hanging with one last smile. 

‘’If you need to talk, I’m here. Have fun!’’ He’s off with a wide grin and you snort.

‘’What was that about?’’ Mina coos as she drags you to sit on the couch with her. For some reason, your cheeks burn and you avert your gaze from your best friend.

‘’What are you talking about? I was just talking to Kirishima.’’ Jirou snickers and you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

‘’Mina’s onto something, Y/N,’’ Jirou slides in next to you. ‘’Kiri’s kinda cute, ya know? It wouldn’t hurt to try something with him. He’d treat you right,’’ you find yourself mindlessly nodding. Dating Kirishima? You don’t know how to feel about that. Sure, he’s cute, attractive and he’s the perfect gentleman, but it’s hard to focus on him when there’s a pair of purple eyes pinned on you. 

You freeze. Shinsou slowly blinks, offering you a small smile. He beckons you to come over, and you gulp. He wants to talk to you? Slowly, you walk towards him. You gently nudge and move through the crowd of people and you’re starting to feel light-headed. You haven’t talked to Shinsou in over a year. Is this really a good idea? You thought that cutting all ties with him would be the best to not destroy the memories you made with him. Didn’t want to stain them with something else. What if this makes it worse? It hurt so much to let him go. You don’t want to go through that pain again.

‘’Hey there,’’ you had forgotten how warm his voice makes you feel. ‘’You…you look good.’’ He scratches the back of his neck, a habit he does when he’s nervous. You smile.

‘’Thanks,’’ You nod. ‘’You look good too.’’ He’s leaning against the wall and you stand next to him, crossing your arms over your chest. ‘’How are you…?’’ 

Shinsou hums, slowly closing his eyes as he rests his head against the wall. He looks so good doing it and your heart skips a beat. Fuck…aren’t you supposed to be over him?

‘’I’m doing alright. The agency is keeping me busy as usual,���’ your chest slightly stings. Now you remember why you two broke up. ‘’Tora got a girlfriend.’’ Thank God for the change of subject. You smile, meeting his gaze.

‘’Really? That’s so cute, I’m glad to hear that. Who’s the lucky girl?’’ Shinsou chuckles and pulls out his phone from his pants pocket. 

‘’I’ll show you,’’ you instinctively scoot closer to him, head slightly lowering to look at his phone’s screen. It’s a black cat with gorgeous amber eyes and you’re cooing at the picture before you know it.

‘’Oh my god, she’s beautiful! Where did you find her?’’ You look up and Shinsou is smiling at you. 

‘’I got Mei from the shelter near my house. She’s an old kitty, a year or two older than Tora. The volunteers told me she’d been there for almost a year and no one had adopted her because of her age.’’

‘’Oh,’’ your heart sinks, chest aching for the cat. ‘’Poor girl. But I’m sure she’s found a loving home with you, right?’’ You smile at Shinsou but your smile falters when you realize how close you are to him. His mint breath is fanning the lower half of your face and your neck. His eyes are pinned on yours. You want- you should look away, but you can’t. A familiar sensation pools at the bottom of your stomach, though you can’t tell if it’s excitement or nervousness.

‘’She sure has,’’ he lowers his voice to a whisper and you swallow audibly. ‘’Mei is a real sweetheart…’’

‘’I’m…I’m glad to hear that,’’ your voice is getting more and more high-pitched by the second. ‘’How long have you had her?’’ Someone accidentally pushes past you, and you regain your senses. You step back from Shinsou and your head starts to clear. Damnit, what are you doing!? 

‘’A few months ago,’’ he says and you nod. ‘’But she’s made herself at home real quick.’’ 

You laugh, already imagining the black cat prancing around, acting like the owner of his home. ‘’That’s cute. I-,’’ you’re stopped by Hatsume’s loud voice.

‘’Y/N? Is that you-? Hey!’’ The pink-haired girl swoops in and waves at Shinsou before steering you away. ‘’I haven’t seen you in forever girl, how are you?’’ 

You laugh, both out of relief and genuine happiness in seeing her. ‘’I’m doing good, Mei. How are you? I heard that you’ve started to work on Bakugou’s new tech for his suit. How’s that going?’’

She sighs loudly and you snicker. ‘’Don’t even remind me. I’m still working on his prototype! Anyway…’’ she lowers her voice as the two of you step into another one of Mina’s lounge rooms. ‘’You were talking with Shinsou. What was that about?’’ 

You bite the inside of your cheek and look away. ‘’I don’t know. I was planning on avoiding him the entire night,’’ you smile to yourself, and Hatsume nods. ‘’But then he saw me, and we just started talking I guess. I think… I think we’re okay? I don’t know.’’ The pink-haired girl nods, before pulling you into a hug.

‘’I just don’t want to see you hurt again, Y/N. I know how much it hurt you when you two broke up. Be careful, okay? You deserve someone who gives you the world.’’ You deserve someone who doesn’t throw you to the side, you think she wants to say. But you’re glad she doesn’t say it. You nod, hugging her back tightly. It’s been a while since you’ve received a hug and you’re not complaining. 

‘’I will. Thank you, Mei.’’ She smiles. ‘’Okay, I’ve got to go now. Lots of people to catch up with! I’ll talk to you later.’’ 

You nod and exhale when she leaves the lounge room. There are only a few other people in the room with you, some friends of Mina you don’t know that well. You sit down on an empty couch, burying your head between your arms. You should’ve stayed home.

❅

The dinner you made is neatly wrapped in the fridge, long gone cold from sitting on the dinner table unattended. You’ve formed a small pile of dirty and used napkins on the table that you wiped your tears with. Maybe things would be different if you were a pro-hero like Shinsou, instead of a common civilian. Maybe if you had made it into U.A’s hero course instead of the general studies, you wouldn’t be crying at midnight.

You’ve been at Shinsou’s side, even before he got into the hero department of U.A. You supported him through every challenge and struggle. But with every step he took forward, it was a step away from you. 

When he was recruited at a well-known agency, you were so proud. He kept getting recognition and rose through the hero ranks. But that meant more nights you spent alone and less time with him. Seeing him come home bruised and tired. Left stood up when you two made plans because a villain decided to blow up a building. 

The slam of the door returns you to reality. You meet Shinsou’s tired gaze as he limps into the kitchen, walking towards the fridge. He barely spares you a glance while speaking.

‘’Why are you up? It’s late.’’ 

You swallow thickly. ‘’I was waiting for you to come home.’’

‘’Oh.’’ Pause. ‘’You shouldn’t have.’’ 

‘’Why didn’t you answer any of my texts? Where were you?’’ You say the words before you can regret it. Shinsou sighs and you’re already regretting your decision. 

‘’I was at work- where else would I be? I’m really tired,’’ he runs a hand through his hair and closes the fridge. ‘’Let’s just go to bed.’’ 

You stand up abruptly, the chair’s legs scraping against the floor. ‘’No, not yet. You’re avoiding my questions. Were you…’’ your mouth goes dry. ‘’Were you with someone else?’’ 

Your boyfriend slams a cup on the counter. He turns around and meets your gaze and you clench your fists. ‘’Don’t you dare accuse me of that. I was working overtime, we were short on sidekicks today. I wasn’t cheating on you. Can you just stop bothering me? You’re acting like my mother at this point.’’

Ouch. ‘’I’m just worried…’’ you wrap your arms around him but he doesn’t budge. ‘’I was worried something had happened to you. You said you’d be home by eight.’’ 

 ‘’Yeah well, there was a change of plans and I’m sorry. But I’m tired and I don’t want to keep arguing. Can we just…can we just go to bed?’’ Shinsou sighs. Shit, now you feel guilty. You nod, and the two of you head to the bedroom. You crawl into bed, your back facing Shinsou’s. He doesn’t hug you or kiss you goodnight. When he starts to snore, tears silently trail down your cheeks. He didn’t even remember that the two of you had a stay-at-home date planned. 

❅•°•°•❅

‘’Y/N! We’re handing out the cupcakes Momo made,’’ Mina peeks her head into the lounge room. ‘’C’mon!’’ You smile and nod, walking out of the room at her side. It helps you clear your mind of the past. As Mina said, Momo’s walking around the main living room with four trays, handing out some exquisite-looking cupcakes and your mouth waters. You look around for a few seconds and when you don’t see any heads of purple hair, you walk towards Momo. 

‘’Hello, Y/N,’’ she greets you with a warm smile and you smile back. ‘’Would you like a cupcake? I made them just for the occasion.’’ 

‘’Of course!’’ You eagerly grab one. ‘’Thank you, Momo.’’ She nods. Mina’s arm goes around your shoulders and she starts bickering about some gossip that makes you snort. If you can continue to avoid Shinsou for the rest of the night, then you think you’ll be fine. Some small talk with him didn’t hurt, but you’re not sure if anything beyond that is good for either of you two. Not when you can’t stop thinking about your ex-relationship and how he still makes your heart race. Even when you’re the one that broke up with him. 

❅•°•°•❅

Patience and understanding were key to your relationship with Shinsou. You had to be understanding of how demanding his pro-hero work was, patient with all the times he stood you up. But it wasn’t enough. A part of you wondered if you weren’t enough. Not enough to keep up with Shinsou.

You broke up with him two weeks after the midnight incident. Even though you were the one to end it, you were crying more than him. Which only proved further your need to end it. You cut all ties with him, which was hard- considering that many of your friends were also his friends. When your friends heard the news, they were quick to rush to your side and help you recover from your heartbreak. You heard nothing for Shinsou and that helped, even when your heart longed for him. Now that you’re talking to him after a year of radio silence, your heart’s betraying you. Your stupid, foolish heart still skips a beat around him, still feels warm and ecstatic with his presence. Still yearns for him. Has it learned nothing from last year? From the deceptions and heartbreak you went through when you loved him? 

But you can’t stop yourself from smiling when you see him standing on Mina’s balcony all alone. Can’t stop yourself from walking towards him even when you told yourself to avoid him all night. You’re a huge hypocrite. 

‘’Hey,’’ he turns at the sound of your voice. ‘’How come you’re alone?’’ Shinsou smiles before turning back to look at the scenery. 

‘’Social gatherings aren’t my thing,’’ you nod and lean on the railing next to him. ‘’Yeah,’’ you mumble. ‘’I remember.’’ You can feel him looking at you but you refuse to meet his gaze. 

‘’What was that?’’ Oh shit. Your face burns as you shake your head. 

‘’Nothing! Just talking to myself.’’ Shinsou hums, nodding. You shiver, cursing yourself for forgetting your coat inside. But he notices and shrugs off his coat, draping it over his shoulders.

‘’Oh,’’ your heart skips a beat. ‘’Thank you…’’ Shinsou chuckles.

‘’You always forget to bring a coat outside. If you keep it up, you’ll be getting sick one of these days.’’ He says disapprovingly yet teasingly. You laugh. 

‘’No, I won’t. I’ve got your coat on me, don’t I?’’ You smile but it quickly dissipates. You won’t have his coat after tonight. Shinsou smiles too and his gaze lowers to your hand.

‘’Is that the ring I gave you?’’ He points it out and your stomach flips. You laugh nervously before nodding.

‘’This one? Yeah, it is.’’ He grabs your hand with the ring, slowly stroking it. His fingers trace the ring and you can hear your heart racing in your ears. 

‘’You kept it.’’ He sounds surprised. You frown, confused but you nod. ‘’Of course, I did. Why wouldn’t I?’’ He doesn’t respond. The two of you grow silent and you wonder if you should say something, but he beats you to it.

‘’Y/N…why did we break up?’’ Out of all the things you were expecting him to say, that was definitely not it. You slip your hand away from his and grab onto the cold railing, squeezing it. How the hell are you supposed to respond to that? 

‘’Because..’’ you twist the ring around your finger. ‘’Our lives just weren’t compatible.’’ Shinsou scoffs. 

‘’Weren’t compatible? We’ve known each other since we were fourteen.’’ Your stomach twists and you frown. 

‘’Yeah, we have. And you still managed to make me feel like a total stranger instead of your girlfriend.’’ A weight lifts off your shoulder. But you wonder how he’ll react.

Silence. Then he exhales. ‘’I… I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.’’ You smile and tap your fingers on the railing. 

‘’It’s okay.’’ 

 Shinsou sighs and you turn to look at him. He shakes his head. ‘’It’s not okay and I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick. All those times… I just didn’t want to be a burden to you. I know I’m a lot to deal with and I didn’t want to make it worse.’’ 

Despite the situation you’re stuck in, you laugh. ‘’Shinsou,’’ you turn to the side and reach for his face, cupping his cheek. ‘’The last thing you’d be to me is a burden. I promise.’’ His hand interlocks with yours, and your heart races. A breeze of wind howls in your ears and despite Shinsou’s warm coat on your shoulders, you still shiver. He snorts and slowly pulls you closer until your chest is pressed against his.

‘’I’ve been an idiot,’’ he squeezes your hand. You shake your head and squeeze his hand back. ‘’Don’t be so hard on yourself- I was no saint. I’m sorry…’’ you step away. ‘’You also deserved closure. I shouldn’t have run away after we broke up.’’ 

He nods and leans back against the railing. You tilt your head to the side, watching him. Wondering what’ll happen next. 

‘’It’s going to be a new year soon,’’ Shinsou says and you slowly nod. ‘’A new start. Would you like to start over again…?’’ Your heart flutters. Is this another one of your fantasies? A dream? But the warmth of Shinsou is enough to assure you that you’re not dreaming- this is real, it’s happening and it’s happening now.

A nod. Shinsou smiles and you smile back. ‘’Yeah. I’d really like that.’’

‘’Yeah? Well, we’d like it if you two could stop rambling and finally kiss!’’ Mina almost yells in your ear and you jump, eyes wide. A bunch of people from the party are crowded behind the doors of the balcony, watching you two with grinning faces. Then you feel something tickle your face, and you notice that Shoji’s holding a piece of mistletoe over Shinsou and you. He winks at you, and your face burns. 

‘’You know what that means,’’ Mina coos and steps back, pulling out her phone. ‘’Kiss!’’ 

Everyone cheers and you snort. You look at Shinsou and he smiles, shrugging. ‘’Gotta please the crowd, don’t we? I’m willing to make the sacrifice.’’ You scoff before pulling him into a kiss. 

‘’A real sacrifice, ain’t it?’’ You say between kisses. Shinsou’s hands go to your waist and squeeze it tightly.

‘’For sure,’’ he mumbles. ‘’I’m all for making sacrifices…’’ he slowly pulls away grinning. ‘’...if it means I get to kiss you.’’ 

A/N: I hadn’t written for my boy Shinsou in a while!! Not sure if I capture his personality properly but I hope it’s okay. Do reblog + comment if you enjoy :) Merry Christmas and happy holidays! <3 

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I do not own MHA or any of its characters. Do not repost, plagiarize, or monetize my content.

[trueshellz]

MHA boys and period shopping

Warnings: periods, female reader, characters aged up, talk of female reproductive organs.

A/N: Had this thought when I went pad shopping today, lol

Freaking out, panicking, throwing up from embarrassment... you name it he's there. So flustered that he can barely go into the store let alone the aisle, God forbid someone talks to him while he's there or makes eye contact because he may run out close to tears and forget that you're at home in pain.

Tamaki. Izuku. Oijiro.

Has to steel himself to go in, reminding himself that this is for his girlfriend, his woman, the love of his life. And he is a hero for God's sake, he shouldn't be embarassed. Doesn't make much eye contact but if someone asks him, he will proudly annouce that he is getting period products for his girlfriend, even if he's embarrassed.

Kirishima. Sero. Iida.

Does not bother him at all, its just another thing to buy like groceries. He's the type to call you up and ask what size you need, will pick up chocolates and other snacks because he knows you get sugar cravings too. And will even take to keep a spare pack at his place if you live separately, just in case.

Shoto. Tokoyami. Shuji.

Knows what size you wear, your cycle and even if you need tampons, pads or whatever else. He'll be ready to go with the goods, heated blanket and snacks as soon as. If you need anything else, and he doesn't already have it, he'll a) go and get it and b) make sure he has it for the future too.

Bakugou. Aizawa. Fatgum.

Has no clue, whatsoever. Will call you all confused like 'what size is your vagina, babe?' And God help you when he finds out how tampons works, because he's going to be using them to investigate how much water they can hold and you'll have to remind that he will need to go buy more if they get used up.

Kaminari. Mirio. Hawks.

[aftersamu]

– MY TEARS RICOCHET PARING: JIRŌ KYŌKA X FEM!READER GENRE: ANGST

you didn't know how, or why, you ended up standing outside on her front porch. you just knew you couldn't go home.

puffy eyes and red cheeks, a hand brought up to knock on the wooden door of the house. waiting seconds that tick by like hours before the door cracks open, onyx eyes meeting yours followed by the face you learned to love.

"hi," breathing out, relieved it was her to open the door. "can i stay over?" you ask, doing your best to swallow down the stubborn lump in your throat.

"of course," jirō says, moving to the side and allowing you to enter the home. "i didn't know you were coming, i would have cleaned up otherwise." she tells, beginning to walk beside you, up to her room.

"that's okay," assuring her, "i didn't know i was coming either until twenty-minutes ago." a sad laugh escaping your lips, followed by an attempt of a normal smile.

jirō closes her bedroom door, sitting down next to you on the bed, reading your off expressions as you play with your hands. "wanna talk about it?"

and in an instant the tears begin to fall, with many attempts to stop them and wipe them away. "i don't even know why i'm making such a big deal out of this," you say.

you didn't ask to be this way.

you didn't mean to adore her laugh, or smile. you didn't mean to love spending time with her, and her sarcasm, in a way you shouldn't.

you didn't mean to fall for your best friend.

and, you most definitely didn't mean to get so emotional over being about love whoever you want, with a parent. it was supposed to be a casual dinner argument, however their constant rejection of the idea scared you.

made you feel less than what you are, isolated you from something you found normal and okay. made you feel unaccepted in your own home.

it felt as if the walls were closing in on you, and you needed to run.

"hey," jirō's voice bringing out from the daze. her hand entwining itself with yours, looking at you with kind eyes, "don't worry about it. don't invalidate your feelings, we have them for a reason."

bringing up her free hand to wipe away a stray tear which slipped past, "what's wrong?"

"i don't think i can ever be myself at home," you whisper – voice weak and composure crushing. "they won't understand it."

"mhmm," she hums, listening to every word you speak. "what won't they understand?"

clearing your throat and sitting up, with a heart beating at an inhumane rate, you finally meet jirō's eyes.

"they won't understand that i'm in love with you."

[h0rnyshakespeare]

Jirou with a girlfriend who does photography

Pairing: Kyouka Jirou x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, just general headcanons

Word Count: 410

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this, it was such a cute idea<3 requests are open btw! Don't hesitate to send them in (please my inbox is nearly empty)

And to everyone else who requested, I have exams, so my writing is slow but don’t worry, I’m working on them!

Jirou would absolutely click with someone who does an artistic hobby!

It’s caz she’s such an aesthetic person too, with how much she loves music and all

She’d love to look at all the creative shots you take<3 it becomes a thing where you two sit together and look at each other’s work

You’d read all the lyrics she’s written while listening to her softly sing them for you

While she’d look at each and every picture you’d taken, admiring at how good your photography skills were

It’s just a little way you both bond<3

Sometimes Jirou finds candid photos of her among all the other pictures which gets her all flustered

“Why would you take pictures of me?” she asks, looking anywhere but at you as a blush makes its way on her face

You giggle at her cute expression. “It’s caz you’re so beautiful, baby, I can’t help it! You’re so photogenic, but if it makes you uncomfortable that I’m sneaking pictures of you I’ll stop.”

She frantically waves her hands. “No, no it’s not that, it’s just… ughh,” she says, hiding her redness by sitting on your lap and burying her face into your chest (cue the cuddles)

Jirou would most definitely save up to buy you the latest camera model you’ve been eyeing

It’s worth the amount after seeing how your eyes light up when she gives it to you

Every photo you take with it you make sure to show her<3 she loves seeing how excited you get whenever you run up to her with the camera in your hands

You two tend to combine both of your passions together

For example, you’ve taken aesthetic pictures of the music sheets and musical equipment Jirou owns

Something kinda like this:

You’ve also made it a habit to take a polaroid on every date you go on with her, which you paste on the wall right above your bed

You make sure to give her copies too

And Jirou finds it so captivating how you find beauty in the simplest things, capturing it in a way only you could with your photographer’s eyes

For your anniversary, Jirou surprises you with songs she’s written about you while you gift her an album of the all the pictures you’ve taken of you two on dates

You two are just such a vibe, the chill and aesthetic couple of UA

All in all, you two are perfect for each other<3

[luvtsuki]

— # masterlist

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— # writer’s favourites

none

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— # headcanons

none

[berryblissbby]

Whispers of the moon, endurance of the heart

Pairing: I have literally no clue I’m sorry. I have no set character but I can see Dabi, Aizawa, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Mattsun, Sakusa, Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, Suna, Jean, Reiner I know that’s a lot I’m sorry

Work Count: 1.4k

A/N: This story came to me very vividly, but i literally have no context. It started as one idea and then bloomed into this. I’m still pretty proud and wanted to share. I hope you like my vague, obscure story <3 He can turn into a wolf (I hope that clears one thing up lol)

The last smoke from the summer's festival fires had blown away on cooler winds today. The night sky crystalline from where you watched it in your bed, an inky blackness with winking stars.

 The moon shone brightly, its view as clear as a looking glass, a glowing face in the sky. So bright, its light pooled into thought your window, lighting up your room, and the world outside.

The white panes of your window framed the sky, and were turned silver by the moonbeams. You watched the trees whose leaves brushed the bottom of that dark space. The leaves shone and swayed in a breeze, forever reaching to the endless sky.

You were cold. A cold that froze past your flesh. It seeped into your muscles and bones, frosting over your marrow. You felt fragile, so frozen over that you could shatter any moment. Porcelain.

A little doll, becoming more and more inanimate every day. Each night a piece of you would slowly freeze over, giving way to cool glossy glass.

How ironic the bed clothes you wore, a white silky nightgown, with lace along the trim, cutting low and stopping high along your thighs. The silk was a different kind of cold, it wrapped around you like a gentle breeze, brushing its icy fabric against your skin. You should have worn better nightclothes, warmer nightclothes. But it would have made no difference. 

It had been a gift, you couldn’t resist wearing it once.

The fire that had once been burning bright past the foot of your bed was little more than embers now. Not that either felt any different from the other. No matter how great the fire, how many quilts you covered yourself with, or what you wore, you would be cold. 

Looking again to the night sky, you curled your little porcelain toes, feeling just how frigid they were as they pressed into the pads of your feet. Next you curled your little porcelain fingers from where they were tucked away under your chin. You could have sworn you heard the glass tinkling, gently touching at the joints.

Nothing would make it better. Nothing but him.

You threw the blankets back, your body meeting the cold rush of air. Chills ran over you, gooseflesh spreading under the rapidly cooling silk covering your body. You pressed your feet to the floor, forgoing slippers. It was so cold it stung, but you fought the urge to curl back into your bed. 

He was out there, you knew it. He was always out there, waiting. Watching and guarding.

You hated him; hated him so, so much. Everything he did filled you with anger, you loathed him like no other. Never having felt such disgust, his presence made you want to be sick. It made you want to curl into the recesses of your mind, to imagine a place where he couldn’t touch you.

Or at least, that's how you used to feel about him. How you still tell yourself to feel.

You don’t think of how those feelings had been replaced. Replaced with twitching fingers that longed to bury themselves in the warmth of downy fur. Replaced with dark eyes, yearning for rest.

You still hated him. You did.

Each step was colder than the last. Longing filled your bones, longing to not be standing, to rest. It was so hard to stand, to have your head so high.

You ignored the cushioned seat below you, letting yourself only kneel on it for a second while you unlocked the window and swung your legs over the sill. Carefully you slid down, your feet landing on the soft dirt, barren of any weeds or grass in favor of the manicured bushes and plants that surrounded the perimeter of the manor.

Making your way through the ever so carefully planted briar, you felt your nightgown catch and tug on twigs and branches, but didn’t stop. The moment your feet touched the grass beyond the garden plot, you fought to keep your knees strong. 

Two more steps and you were tumbling into the grass, so soft and gentle against your frozen skin. Your breakable skin. It was so hard to be upright, the grass granted your heavy head refuge.

Running your fingers through it, you imagined it was the furry scruff you were craving. Imagined the dirt below it radiating heat, instead of sapping it from you.

You also couldn’t…. you couldn’t sleep. Stuck in an infuriating in between. Always drifting, never to fall over. The knife's edge that you had been skirting never giving way; always keeping you dozing. In between.

He would fix it.

You stared up at the night sky, falling into that space. The stars glowing pinpricks, only to be blotted out. You didn’t know when you would close your eyes, but suddenly they would be open again and you would be met with the face of the moon.

Laying not quite on your back, not quite on your side, you stayed there. Not quite asleep, not quite awake. Watching the trees sway, the wind whistle thought their branches, a harmony for the two of you. Freezing but numb.

He would find you.

-

He had thought you dead.

Only for a moment, when he first saw you as he prowled on padded feet. As his wolf gazed at you, it itched to release its claws and find the cause of what lay before him. Until he heard your beating heart, and even breaths. 

Asleep but not. An angle, but earthly. His gentle Juliet, waiting among an altar of grass, shining in the moon.

He made his way to you, and watched as your eyes slowly blinked open, and shut again. Opening your arms you silently beckoned him. He entered them with no qualms, wanting to shudder at how you immediately ran your hands through his fur. 

Burying his face in your neck, he shifted. 

“You're not hurt.” A statement mumbled into your skin as he kneeled beside your splayed, pliant body.

A soft, “Mmm,” was your only response.

Nuzzling his face into your skin he took deep breaths. Looking for any sign of fear or adrenaline, smelling for any spilled blood. He emerged from your neck to look at your face. Turned to the moon, eyes closed.

“Is this you giving in to me?”

“No.” A simple answer, the easiest one you had to give.

Liar. 

Liar, he wanted to sing, to scream and chant and repeat over and over. Liar, liar, liar. But it was your truth. No matter how many times you weakened, how many times you let him hold you, to make you better, you would never fully give yourself to him. Never wholly, in body and soul, in heart and mind.

“Shift.” You commanded, and he knew what you needed. He could feel how cold you were, how your legs were twitching for what you really wanted. 

“Get on my back,” was all he could offer, turning into the vision of what you craved.

He tried not to think of how high your nightgown rose as you straddled him, and how tight your thighs were squeezing his hips.

Burying your face between his shoulders, he could feel your hot breath seeping through his coat. Your arms again wrapped around his neck, burrowing your fingers into his thick fur to rest among his downy undercoat, letting the heat from his body warm you.

He knew you were using him to fight the aching inside of you. But he would endure your stubbornness, cure its plight when you couldn’t stand it anymore and called for him.

Endurance would be his to conquer. To know through and through. To memorize the throbbing in his heart that it caused, the swelling and suffocation in his chest. 

He could endure it. And you could use him.

He could especially endure it while he laid with you. In the place he had chosen with a view of the stars, where the spindly aspens parted just enough to let the cool moonlight through. 

When you had your cold little fingers buried among his fur, resting against his skin; he could manage. From where he laid with his head in your lap, and his tail covering your toes, watching you breathe; he’d let you use him. And from where you laid, your torso resting along his side, your face turned to his, he would let you rest, to gain what you craved every moment you weren’t with him.

Your fleeting moment of warmth would be gone, a restful night of sleep would only last for so long. Soon enough you would call on him again, and he could endure, would endure, until then.

[wickeddeadlydenison999]

How the mha/bnha boys would kiss you

Warning: Picture/gif (for examples), kissing, makeout, 13+,

Bakugou: 💥👁👄👁💥 👀📸

Kirishima: My dude going all in 👀

Deku: Don't mind the caption...

Sero: Pretend that the first part didn't happen and that it was like the spider man kiss kinda. I could have just taken that gif but come on. Gotta be creative.

Denki: He's a romantic perv what can I say

Shinsou: Yes indeedy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Dabi: Yall know exactly what he wants~,❤‍🔥

Todoroki: he wants endeavor to walk in...

Iida: Bro be humble 🫰💕

[angelplummie]

Kirishimas scorpio-behaving gf that is absolutely fuming.

He was doing it on purpose. No doubt about it. He knew how you felt. He knew that you hated seeing him with other girls. So why, WHY was he dancing with that girl.

You hated her, you hated her so much. She was Kirishima’s ‘best friend’. You told Kirishima she was bad news, you weren’t crazy, she really wanted him.

“You think everyone wants me,” he had said with a laugh.

“That’s because everyone does.”

And now what were you watching? him dancing with her right in front of you. There were guys that came over to talk to you, but they soon walked away as they saw the look of fury on your face.

You knew he was trying to get under your skin, and, credit to him, it was working like a charm.

He was, in fact, trying to piss you off, and he knew you knew that, he would never do something that would actually make you question his love for you.

He kept looking over to you and smiling smugly. You were so predictable. He loved watching guys go up and trying to talk to you, but they couldn’t because you were only looking at him, it made him giddy.

The girl he was dancing with kept talking, and he was polite enough to listen a little and reply, but most of his attention was still on you.

They really were just friends, he didn’t even think of her when she wasnt in the room. He still enjoyed the grip she had on you, it was funny.

And he also had a plan. He knew how you got when you were jealous, you were pretty actively territorial. The amount of time he’s had a fat hickey on his neck is longer than the time he hasn’t, so he was hoping if he really annoyed you, you would want to stake your claim, maybe fuck him in the mens bathroom. He knew how wild you got when you were pissed off, he wanted to experience it first hand.

You saw him shout something to the girl with a big smile on his face. He was so annoying, but he knew you loved him, so there wasn’t much you could do.

“Hey babe, how’s your vodka cranberry?” he said cheerily.

You raised an eye brow at him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? We’re going to the bathroom now.”

And with that, you yoinked him by the forearm across the busy club, and into the men’s, the girls was too full.

You went into a stall and he leant up against the wall, smugness radiating off him in waves.

“Am I in trouble babe?” he said, trying to hide his giddiness.

He couldn’t wait to get the fucking of his life. Maybe this was childish, but he couldnt seem to care, not when you seethed and smouldered and looked so fine when you were mad.

“No. Give me your neck.”

He obliged happily, turning his head to open up his throat to your demands.

You leaned forward and began licking and sucking at his neck. He groaned, holding your waist, keeping you close to him. You quickly slapped his hands away, bringing your own up to grip his shoulders and keep yourself steady as you bit down on his neck. Wincing, he splayed his hands flat against the cubical wall and you ran your tongue over the affected area. You continued for a while longer, before pulling away and seeing the ugly purple splotch you left. Good.

Kirishima watched, chest heaving, dick straining against his jeans as you pulled away, nearly business-like.

“It’s getting late, we should go. Don’t you have work tomorrow?” you said, pulling down your mini skirt, hiking up your tiny top.

“Huh?” he breathed, entirely disgruntled.

“We should go home, right?”

Ah, ok. He would get what he wanted at home.

“Yeah, yeah let’s go home.”

He held the door open for you, smiling genuinely as you hopped out. Your aura was calm now, serene in fact. You even gave him a kiss on the cheek. You were scaring him a little, not that it didn’t make his heart race.

As you got ready for bed together, Kirishima couldn’t lie, he was a bit confused. When were you gonna come onto him angrily? you’d done it before, why were you making him wait?

Maybe that was an extra layer to your punishment, he thought wisely.

Ah, that must be it.

You got into bed together. Still nothing.

“Baby..”

He called into the dark, you had your back to him.

“Yeah?”

“Are you... were you gonna... I mean, me and her were pretty close back there...”

You turned and scoffed, fighting to keep the evil grin off your face.

“Your point is?”

“Well, aren’t you mad? Don’t you wanna...?” he raised his eye brows, effectively communicating what he meant.

“I’m not mad. I got it out of my system at the club. I know you were only doing it to wind me up Eiji, I’m not worried.”

He grunted, how were you so oblivious?

“That’s good, babe, but you kinda gave me a... a problem back there, think you could use some of your angry energy to help me out? I need you.”

You couldn’t hold in it any longer, maniacal laughter bursting from you.

Now Kiri really didn’t know what was going on.

“Babe? What’s so funny? I said I need you!”

“You really think I’ll help you out? After that?”

Oh, he guesses he kinda did think that.

“Well you did before!”

“That’s because you weren’t trying to annoy me before, you were just being a dick this time.”

Damn.

“Aw baby, you said you weren’t mad.”

He decided to take on a teasing tone, working to get you weak and whimpering. It wasn’t what he had planned at first, but it would more than suffice. He almost needed it, he wanted to remind you that you needed him, to put you in your place.

“I’m not, Eiji, but you have to admit you were doing it on purpose, you know I hate that girl.”

You weren’t caving. In fact, a dangerous look graced your angel face, he knew you were up to something.

“Do you want to know why I’m not mad?”

“Not really. Tell me.”

“Because,” you leant over, placing your hand to his ear and hovering close. You touch was making him harder, this sucked.

“You’re not getting any for two weeks.”

requested by @bitchybadkarma

part 1 masterlist

[kodaiki]

[7:30 P.M.] [continuation of this]

bakugo trudges into his dorm room, pushing open the scratched up up door from previous university residents who gave zero shits about the end of semester fine their bill would be slapped with.

“there y’are!” kirishima looks over his shoulder from digging into an overnight bag, raising a brow at the shorter blonde who also happens to be his roommate. “we were wondering where you went off to.”

“took a walk for a bit,” bakugo answers absentmindedly, walking toward his small dresser on his side of the room, plopping his keys and phone onto it. he begins pulling open drawers, mentally debating if he should shower now and just pass out or wait ‘til morning before class.

kirishima nods in response as if that was a normal occurrence for bakugo, which it sort of was. whether it be to escape social interaction or to cool off, the guy often times left to go outside for a walk or jog.

bakugo mentally notes that his friend doesn’t ask about you. not that he needs to, really. he and you weren’t necessarily a close pair and when you’d left the lounge with or without announcement, it’s a little difficult to imagine the pair of you hanging out alone.

but then there you were, together, on a long hour walk, chatting the sun setting sky away, misty air becoming more prominent as your cheeks and noses reddened. the echoes of your complaints about the winter air make bakugo roll his eyes, less in distaste but more in subtle amusement.

still, bakugo isn’t sure if the other didn’t care about your whereabouts or he hadn’t even noticed your absence from the group.

“i was with y/n,” he cuts the silence in the room, minus the zipping and shuffling of kirishima’s duffel.

“oh!” kirishima says, a little louder. “i was wondering about her, too,” he trails off unconvincingly.

bakugo grits his teeth, seeing through – more like, hearing through – his lie. he knew he wasn’t wondering about you. but he hums anyway, in a way of acknowledgment, and he thinks his friend is too thick headed to read through the insincerity of it.

“where are you going?” bakugo asks, instead of prying the truth out of him since he already knows what that is. he turns to face the taller man, looking rather unimpressed – then again, it was his resting face to look aloof – but speculative at his behavior.

“huh?” kirishima turns his head to realize bakugo’s facing him. “oh,” he bashfully smiles, making the other man’s frown deepen. “ochako’s.”

“hm,” bakugo hums again, remembering your conversation in the back of his mind. your frowns, your broken smiles, you glistening eyes. your tears. “staying over?”

“most likely,” kirishima chuckles, maybe a little embarrassed to be talking about it with bakugo. it’s not like bakugo is usually so observant over his friendship – what a flexbile term that is – with uraraka, so it’s a little unsettling. fortunately, the blonde doesn’t let the redhead wonder whatever’s on his mind.

“y/n misses you, you know.”

kirishima’s throat runs dry.

“uh- well, with ochako, i haven’t got time to spend-”

“that’s not what i mean and you know it,” bakugo grunts, crossing his arms. he’s always been outside the situation you’ve been in with kirishima; always looking in from the outside and being observant. “you know she cares about you.”

sure, you considered the redhead your closest friend of the bunch and you had a crush on him, but bakugo saw more than that. he wouldn’t call his best friend a manwhore, he really wouldn’t, because he knows, deep down, the kid has a good heart. but kirishima is probably one of the most emotionally manipulative men he’s ever met when it comes to women.

bakugo remembers when kirishima introduced you to the friend group, holding you by the shoulders as you gave everyone a shy, small smile – a smile bakugo wasn’t even aware could go as wide as lifting your cheeks – and wave to match. it was easy to spot you’d already been smitten with the man, as you were glued to him during that hangout before you got more comfortable around the others.

deep down, bakugo wished you were a little like kirishima and denki, in the way that they practically forced him to be they friend, since he still was a little uncomfortable going out of his own comfort zone. but you weren’t, you aren’t, like that; you bid him graceful smiles, easy going waves and small talk.

maybe you were unsure how to approach him, since he knew you weren’t exactly shy either; he was fully aware how exciting your personality could get, when around the right people.

and maybe he just gave off the aura that you should be wary and walk eggshells around him.

bakugo was almost sure that you’d end up dating the redhead, from how he used to rave about you when you weren’t around. but then a few weeks passed and, like the time, his feelings passed, too. 

“c’mon bro, you know how i feel about her.”

“yeah, but she doesn’t,” bakugo snaps, eyebrows furrowing deeper than they naturally were.

“shit, you didn’t tell her, did you?”

“of course i didn’t, dipshit.”

kirishima blows out a breath of relief. “good ‘cus me ‘n ochako are sorta hanging out now-” at the look bakugo sends him, he quickly clarifies, “-not like that! but we’re just, hanging out, and it might be more... but it also may not! so-”

“so you’re avoiding telling y/n you’re not into her right now because of uraraka and if that doesn’t work out, you’ll be hers again?” at kirishima’s lack of response, he spits, “that’s fucked up. especially for you.”

kirishima’s babbling out a response, probably excusing his actions like some toxic character from euphoria™ would, but bakugo’s not paying attention, because his phone buzzes from atop his dresser, lighting the dimly lit dorm room.

[7:41 P.M.] y/n: thanks for the chat, rlly needed that [7:41 P.M.] y/n: have a good night! :)

he’s been reminding himself that it’s not his place to tell, they aren’t his feelings to tell but god, if bakugo doesn’t want to storm to your dorm right now and tell you the rest. because he cares. he fucking cares.

[7:43 P.M.] bakugo: gn.

-

bakugo goes to bed feeling guilty. and worst part?

he knows kirishima doesn’t.

i love kiri, i do🥹🥹 but damn villainizing him🫣 also idk if the last line makes sense but it’s that kiri doesn’t go to bed feeling guilty :’)

no taglist. (don’t ask)

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golden touch ― 2 | AoA’s Myth Collab!

SUMMARY: As you grow closer with your husband Tomura Shigaraki, the two of you face challenges that threaten the Kingdom of Midas. (part two of golden touch) 

PAIRING: King Midas! Shigaraki Tomura x Princess!Reader (fem!reader)

TAG’S & TW’S: Medieval/Historical AU, incorporation of Greek myth- Midas’ touch, mentions of warfare, blood, violence, cursing, angst, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, enemies to lovers, emotional manipulation (not by main pairing.) Mentions of classism, misogyny, sexism.

WORD COUNT: 16K! (16,077)

SONG REC: Geyser by Mitski (major source of inspiration for this fic hehe) 

A/N: please leave a REBLOG + like + comment if you enjoy! 

P1 will be linked in my taglist reblog for this post! 

Edited but not beta’d, sorry for any grammar errors 

PART TWO  ― (2/2)

As the days pass by, you pick your fabrics and ribbons for the dress of the ball, and your maidens are eager to prepare you for the ball. You don’t feel trapped or suffocated as they gently slide the dress onto your body- not anymore. Instead, you admire the rich vermillion red dress, with lace sleeves of intricate rose designs. The top is form-fitted, with the lower half shaping your waist the way a corset would, but the bottom of the dress is wide and flows gracefully across the floor. Your hair has been carefully tied into a high bun, a few strands of hair framing your face. 

"It’s done! You look absolutely beautiful, my lady," Toga says as she pats and straightens out the skirt of your dress, and you smile.

"Thank you, Toga." 

A loud knock on the door frightens you, but you rise from your seat and open the door. Much to your surprise, it’s Shigaraki. You weren’t expecting to see him until the ball began, and there are still ten to twenty minutes to go.

"Shigaraki? To what do I owe the pleasure of your early arrival?" You smile teasingly and the blue-haired man cracks the smallest of smiles. 

This time, Shigaraki is wearing a form-fitted tailcoat, with a red blouse underneath. It’s much similar to that of your dress. He has black trousers and as always, the golden crown that lays atop his head shines brightly. 

He outstretches his hand towards you, bowing slightly with a smirk. "I’m here to take you to the ball, of course." At your right, you hear the maids gush and whisper among themselves, and you hold back the urge to snicker. You smile and curtsy, and reach for Shigaraki’s hand. The king leads you away from your sleeping chambers and walks you to the main entrance, where the reception is being held at. Dozens of royals and nobles are flooding the floor, loud chattering echoing throughout the room. Shigaraki’s hand is tight around yours and you don’t question it. The two of you weave through crowds until you step into the ballroom. Plenty of seats are placed at the edges of the room, and you watch in awe as dozens of people dance. Women giggle and children squeal, running out of the ballroom, and you hear the general chatter of people talking. The diamond chandelier that hangs from the ceiling hangs tall and proud and you quickly pick up your jaw from the floor before turning to meet Shigaraki’s gaze.

‘What do you think?" His voice is barely loud enough for you to hear, his hand still wrapped around yours.

"It’s beautiful." You’re speechless, feeling a tinge of nostalgia. Your kingdom used to look like this, too. You remember when you attended balls at the Yueei kingdom, giggling and sneaking through halls and rooms with your friends. And for a moment, your heart yearns for the past, but Shigaraki quickly pulls you back to reality with a squeeze on your hand. 

He lets go of your hand, before exaggeratedly bowing in front of you. You giggle, and he presents his hand to you.

"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, lady Y/N?" 

A bright smile traces across your lips as you nod, before slipping your hand in his once again. 

"I’d be honored to." 

You don’t fail to notice how everyone’s attention shifts towards you two once you step on the dance floor, the whispers and the eyes on you. But as a princess, this is nothing to you. Yet, you’re exhaling shakily as you try to soothe your nerves and avoid making a fool out of yourself. The orchestra begins to play, and you dance. Your face is warm from being so close to Shigaraki, so close that you can hear his gentle breaths, feel the warmth of his body, and you can see all the color pigments in his eyes. His eyes never dare to stray from yours, and you’re not sure how long you’ll be able to go on without tripping over your feet. 

"Careful, my lady," he murmurs, as his hands lead you around the floor, before lowering one hand to the small part of your back. You inhale sharply, eyes focused on Shigaraki as the two of you dance. "Wouldn’t want you stepping on my shoes." You force down a giggle and instead, you smile and roll your eyes. 

"I would never," you murmur, meeting his gaze as he suddenly leans forward and holds you in a dip, your back arching as his hair brushes against your face. Shigaraki quickly pulls you forward, a smirk on his lips. "Glad to hear that." 

"Why are you being so bold in public?" You whisper to him in a hushed tone, eyes glancing around the ballroom. Almost everyone’s eyes are on the two of you, watching as King Midas dances with his bride; his queen. 

Shigaraki chuckles, loud enough for you to hear but low enough to be drowned out by the instrumental that plays in the ballroom. In one quick and sudden movement, his face is brushing against your neck, and both of his hands are at your hips, holding you in place. 

"I am your husband, and you are my wife, no?" He murmurs, before pulling away with a devious glint in his eyes. "Then, let us act as a true couple." 

The rest of the dance is just as intense and powerful, feeling your heart pound and your stomach tighten with Shigaraki’s proximity. He’s so close, your lips could touch with just one slight movement. 

After the instrumental dies down, the two of you step aside, breathing heavily. You smile as the crowd begins to applaud. The chattering quickly resumes, and Shigaraki leads you out of the room before anyone notices you’ve left. 

"That was delightful," you comment, and Shigaraki meets your gaze for a moment before turning away, nodding.

"Indeed. Where would you like to go now?" You feel your heart stutter and excitement surges through your body at the thought of spending the rest of the ball with Shigaraki. 

"I’m rather parched, so why don’t we go to the dining hall? I’m excited to see what the kitchen prepared for the occasion." The man hums in response, his hand slipping to your waist before leading you towards the dining hall. Your heart skips a beat at feeling his fingers brush against your hips, before settling on your waist. It’s a strange experience, growing nervous when Shigraki holds you, but you’re not complaining. 

The two of you quickly arrive at the main table, where dozens of bowls and cups are served, with all types of drinks. You’re about to comment on the variety when Shigaraki stops in his tracks- stopping you as well, and you notice the man in front of you. 

"King Midas." Shigaraki nods in acknowledgment. The stranger's gaze drifts over to you. It’s powerful and overwhelming, and you force a smile as he stares at you. He has a startling scar across his face and you avoid holding his gaze. "This is your wife, I presume?" 

Shigaraki nods, his hand around your waist tightening. "This is my wife, Y/N L/N." You curtsy and bow before the red-haired king, who grunts in response. 

"I have some business to talk with you, King Midas, regarding my kingdom." His eyes drift back to Shigaraki and back to you again. "Privately." 

You feel Shigaraki’s body tense, but he keeps his face blank as he nods, and gives you a knowing look as he drops his hand from your waist. "Of course. Right this way, King Todoroki." 

A sigh of wistfulness leaves your lips once both kings have left. You’re alone in the dining hall. With a frown, you quickly pour yourself a cup of the clear, silver liquid that swishes in a bowl, hoping it’ll soothe your nerves and distract you. 

· ─────── ·

Shigaraki’s body breathes with relief when King Todoroki finally leaves his side- God knows that man is insufferable. He quickly weaves through the crowds of people in the dining hall, looking for you. His stomach is twisting and he’s not sure why- but he doesn’t like being away from you, and he wants to return to you as soon as possible. Much to his surprise, he finds you sitting at the bench where he’d left you, but a sigh escapes his lips once he notices your state. You’re in the same place, but definitely not in the same state. Toga and Spinner are at your sides, faces slightly amused as you giggle and gently sway in your seat, nursing a cup that’s probably been refilled too many times. 

Once Shgaraki has reached you, he places a hand on your shoulder and you quickly turn around. When you notice his presence, you smile widely and Shigaraki swears you’ve shot an arrow through his heart with how breath-taking your smile is.

"Shigaraki!" He frowns at your slurred words and you reach your arms towards him, a dazed look on your face. "I missed you." Oh... His heart skips a beat but he quickly clears his throat and prays the blush on his face isn’t too noticeable, before turning his focus towards Toga and Spinner, keeping a hand on your shoulder.

"What happened to her while I was gone?" Raising a brow, he watches as the two laugh nervously. 

"I’m not quite sure," Toga says, before returning her gaze towards you. "I was attending to my duties, but I came upon Y/N. She was sitting at this bench, swinging her feet while drinking a cup of silverback vodka." Silverback vodka? He remembers retrieving barrels of the drink after a raid, and he had heard it was extremely heavy, combined with the tears of silverback dragons. 

"Then Toga asked me to stay with her, to watch over Y/N until you got back." Even for a lizard-like person, Spinner still managed to look rather concerned yet simultaneously amused at your behavior.

"Very well. I’ll take it from here." Shigaraki hoists you up from the bench, taking one of your hands. Toga and Spinner nod and wave goodbye as you two quickly exit the dining hall. But then he notices you’re too drunk to even stay on your feet. With a sigh, he drapes your arm over his shoulder, supporting your weight as the two of you walk through the halls. 

"Shigarakiii…" You drag out his name as you walk at his side, giggling and snickering. He sighs deeply as he continues walking you to his sleeping chambers.

"Quiet down, Y/N," he grumbles angrily, but he isn’t really angry. You giggle at his words and you start humming a song he doesn’t recognize. "We’re almost at my sleeping chambers, just a little bit more.” Once you’ve both arrived at his sleeping chambers, you’ve tumbled towards the floor, letting out a small groan.

"Hey, watch yourself!" He barks at you and you giggle in response, sitting on the floor as you trace shapes on the floor tiles. Shigaraki lets out a tired sigh, shaking his head in disapproval. How and when did you get drunk at the ball? You’d cause quite the commotion; not that he cared about it, that was the least of his concerns, but he was still confused. The drinks that he had approved to be catered were all non-alcoholic, for the sake of avoiding animosity and conflicts today. 

"Noo!" You let out a squeamish giggle as he slides his arms under your legs and hoists you upward, carrying you in his arms. "I’m ticklish!" He rolls his eyes at your antics and instead focuses on taking you to bed. Once the two of you have reached his sleeping chambers, you’ve quietened down a bit, your giggles gradually growing softer. With a grunt, Shigaraki places you on his bed, but you quickly moan in annoyance and slide to the floor. Great. You’re too drunk to even sit properly, Shigaraki mumbles with a groan. He needs to get you out of the dress- it can’t be comfortable being in such a tight-fitting dress for so long. With a loud grunt, he places you on the bed again, holding you still with one hand while the other one unzips your dress. His face is hot and warm but he’s quick to avert his eyes- he’s only getting you ready for bed. Nothing else, and nothing more. Besides, Shigaraki isn’t a weak man who can’t resist temptation and desire- he’s certain of it. With a deep breath, he watches as the dress slides to the floor, and you’re left in nothing but a thin chemise. Clearing his throat, he averts his gaze from your body as he takes off your heels and undoes your hair, before tucking you into the bed. Just as he prepares to leave, you let out a whimper and reach for his wrist, wrapping your hand around it. 

"Stay," you whisper. He’s certain that you’re absolutely drunk and knocked out of your mind, but with a resigned sigh, he slips off his cloak and sits on the edge of the bed.

 "What do you want?" His hands reach to pull the blanket up to your neck. You huff as your bleary eyes meet his. 

"Thank you." You murmur, hand still wrapped around his, slowly moving towards his gloved palm, and your fingers intertwine with his. He nods in response, swallowing thickly. Even with the glove, he can feel your warm hand

"Can I ask you a question?" You tilt your head to the side. Shigaraki scoffs, biting back a smile. You sure are nosey when you’re drunk.

"What is it?" 

"What happens if I take off your glove?" He freezes at your question. Unsure how to respond, Shigaraki slowly retracts his hand. 

"If you take off my glove without touching my hand, then nothing." He meets your gaze, swallowing thickly. "But if you touch my hand without my glove, then you’ll turn into gold." He expects you to flinch. Or scream. But instead, you only hum. 

"I see." The next moments are swallowed in silence, and he doesn’t know what to say. He watches as you hum peacefully, eyes trailing over his fingers. Moonlight shines through the windows and frames your face in gentle lighting. Shigaraki doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone look as beautiful as you do, under the moonlight. But before he can even process his thoughts, your voice cuts through.

"You know, I’m sure you have beautiful hands." He snorts at your unexpected comment, but you simply frown. 

"What? I’m not lying," you complain, not liking his response. "Can I...ask you another question?" Shigaraki hums as you observe his face, anticipating his reaction. 

"Perhaps," he says, eyes trailing over your face. "What is your question?" 

The blue-haired man watches as you avert your gaze from his face, drifting away. 

"How...how did you get your golden touch?" 

Shigaraki feels his body stiffen, but he’s quickly attempting to calm his nerves. It was only a matter of time before you asked that question, and it’s not all that surprising. Though living in a world of witchcraft, magical creatures, gods, and goddesses, Shigaraki knows he isn’t a normal mortal. An average man wouldn’t have a golden touch, he wouldn’t turn people into gold. He wouldn’t have to wear gloves all the time, for the safety of himself and others. 

But your question pokes at some of the deepest corners of his soul, where demons and monsters lay in a deep slumber. And with a matter of a few words, they’re awoken, roaring ferociously. You shouldn’t have asked that. 

"I’m sorry-I apologize if it’s a sensitive matter," you quickly rush out, and your voice lulls Shigaraki out of his head. With a sigh, he shakes his head and swallows audibly.

"It’s fine." 

But he hears your unsatisfied sigh, feels his skin flush as you reach out for his closest hand, squeezing it tightly. And he’s glad that he has his gloves on. Shigaraki feels your gaze on his face, inspecting and observing every little thing, and it feels like his heart is stuck in his throat. Your silence is unnerving, and he doesn’t know what to do. His heart is racing, face warm. He’s never felt this way- no one’s ever made him feel this way. What are you doing to him? Why is his heart beating so fast it feels like it’s about to explode? Why does he feel a tightness, a funny sensation in his stomach? Why is his face so red and warm?

You’ve sent him into a spiral of unknown emotions with just your touch, with just your gaze. He must be sick, Shigaraki tells himself with a shake of his head. Perhaps his stomach didn’t agree with the steak that was served during the ball. Of course, that must be it! Distraught with his thoughts, Shigaraki rises from your bed, but he’s quickly held back as you reach out for his wrist. 

"Wait-!" Huh? "I’m- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked something so personal." Oh. He remembers what you asked before he got lost in his thoughts, with his heart going into a frenzy. A feeling of loss and melancholy washes over him, and he quickly sobers up. 

You’re not wrong; it is personal. His memories are blurry and hazy, all of them overlapping together to the point that Shigaraki can’t distinguish or remember with certainty what happened. He doesn’t like to think about it. Every time he tries to recall his childhood, before the golden touch, his body trembles, and the urge to cry washes over him, overwhelming him to the point that he can barely breathe. 

Shigaraki clenches his jaw, looking down at your concerned expression and your intertwined hands. He can’t tell you- not everything, yet. The time will come but for now, he’s not ready. And neither are you. 

"It’s okay," he lets out a long and dragged out breath, shaking his head to mostly himself. He closes his eyes, pressing his lips together in a thin line. 

"But I can’t tell you everything right now." His words are clipped, and with a small grimace, he thinks, perhaps a bit too rude. He watches as your expression falls for a moment, before quickly swallowing visibly and nodding. 

"That’s okay." Your thumb brushes over his gloved hand, and it feels comforting. His shoulders droop, and Shigaraki allows his body to relax under your touch. But Shigaraki still feels a tension lingering in the air, unresolved. He wonders why you’re so keen on befriending him, why you insist. But he doesn’t like how your frowning face makes his heart tighten, how it makes him hurt. 

"I’ve known my sensei for my entire life," he looks down at your hand, how it fits perfectly with his. "I don’t exactly remember how I got the golden touch. He says I was blessed by the gods, by Dionysus himself," a sigh leaves his lips. "It was given to me at birth….but I don’t know why." He averts his eyes from your face, not bearing to look at the concerned expression on your face. Shigaraki feels his throat tighten up, his head aching. He’s not sure if he likes this feeling; this sudden ache he feels in his chest. And he lowers his head to your blankets, the silky material that spreads across the bed. 

"Hey," he feels your hushed voice as your hand reaches for his face, cupping one of his cheeks. His heart skips a beat as his face heats up, and he prays you won’t notice. But then he sees how your eyes begin to droop, your body slightly swaying- you’re falling asleep. "I don’t know what you’ve been told, or what you’ve been through," and you reach out for his hand again, squeezing it tightly. "But I want you to remember that I’m at your side now, whether you like it or not. You can talk to me." Your words are growing increasingly slurred and Shigaraki watches as your eyes begin to flutter. 

Your eyes shut close and a small laugh leaves his lips. As he watches your sleeping face, Shigaraki realizes that he doesn’t mind the way you make him feel. His thumb brushes over your hand, rubbing gently. It’s a new feeling, and it terrifies him but Shigaraki is anything but a coward. Hesitantly, he leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead, quickly retracting with wide eyes and a red face. Breathing heavily, he watches your face for a few moments, and once he realizes you’re still asleep, he lets out a breath of relief. 

"Good night." The words are spoken softly as he closes the doors of the sleeping chambers. 

He presses his back against the closed door, chest still heaving as his heart races. 

You’re doing something to him, that’s for sure. Your mere smile and voice do wonders on him. And for a brief moment, he wonders if you’re a goddess in disguise, with how you manage to take over his mind, over his thoughts and emotions in a matter of seconds. But there’s no denying the smallest of smiles that surges on his face and with a sigh, Shigaraki thinks he can get used to this. 

· ─────── ·

Nowadays, Shigaraki feels less like a stranger to you, and more of a friend. Between lingering glances and touches that leave your face burning, you know Shigaraki is more than just a friend. But you fear he may not feel the same way, which leads to you hiding your feelings out of shame and caution. You still remember the scowl on his face when he told you that he’d never love you and that you’d never love him. You laugh bitterly as you pick at the flowers in the garden, shaking your head. He was wrong about you, that’s for sure. You’ve been spending more and more time with him recently, and he’s even allowed you to keep him company in his office while he works away at signing papers. Sometimes he falls asleep at his desk, and you cover him with a blanket and place a soft pillow under his head, smiling at how peaceful he looks asleep. You haven’t had a ball since the last time, and honestly, you don’t remember much of how it ended. Your memory is fuzzy and hazy, and when you try to ask Shigaraki about it, his face burns red and he quickly changes the subject. 

But recently, your heart has been feeling heavy, with everything that’s begun to change in your life. Your feelings for Shigaraki, the internal conflict within you, and most recently and importantly: the little you know about him.

You’ve been living in his castle for months, you’ve grown close and acquainted with his staff, made a few friends, and he’s surprisingly tolerant of you. But when you think about it, you know little to nothing about Shigaraki. You don’t trust the legends that surround him- he’s proved them wrong. He is not the cold and heartless murderer you’ve been told, nor is he the ruthless man that will murder thousands without hesitation. You’ve seen the way he treats his staff with care, the way you know he cares about his people.

"What’s the matter?" Speak of the devil, you think with a small smile. Glancing upwards, you notice Shigaraki standing at your side, watching you with raised eyebrows. You pat the slab of stone you’re sitting on, scooting further to the edge.

"Come, sit with me." He raises an eyebrow but sits down, arms stiff at his side. You snort. 

"You can relax, you know," you murmur, holding his gaze as he frowns but nods, relaxing his shoulders. 

"What are you doing?" Shigaraki says, watching as you lean forward and pluck a flower. You sigh, twirling the flower in your hands. 

"Reflecting. Pondering." You admit, keeping your gaze on the flower. It’s a beautiful rose that’s fully bloomed, the petals a dark red. There are a few thorns, but you carefully maneuver your fingers around to avoid being hurt. 

"And what might you be thinking about?" You can feel his eyes on you as you stare at the rose, and you smile. 

"Are you my friend, Shigaraki? Am I your friend?" You sigh helplessly, meeting his gaze. You hope you’re doing the right thing by telling him the truth. "I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t want it to end. But…" you bite on your lower lip, placing the rose between Shigaraki and you. "I want to know what we are." 

You watch as he hums thoughtfully, averting his gaze to the rose bushes, before meeting your gaze again. 

"Correct me if I’m wrong," he starts slowly. "But I thought you were my wife, and I was your husband?" You snort at his humorous response, rolling your eyes as he cracks a smile. 

"Don’t jest with me, Shigaraki," still you laugh, shaking your head in disapproval. "There is nothing faux or humorous about my question." 

He snickers, before shooting you a grin. Shigaraki doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it sends your heart into a frenzy. 

"It lifted your face though. You were looking like a grieving widow moments ago." You laugh at his sentence, before gently resting your head against his shoulder. You brace yourself for rejection, waiting for him to push you off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he clears his throat and slowly moves closer to you. A wide smile tugs at your lips, but you force yourself to keep your composure and not freak out. 

"I miss my homeland," you murmur, staring at the swaying flowers. "I think a lot about my father and my friends. My mother passed away when I was a young child, so I don’t have many memories of her, but I still remember her smile and her warm embrace." You notice that Shigaraki has grown quiet, so you hum and pluck a petal from the rose as you lick your lips.

"Do you have a mother?" You ask the question slowly, unsure of how Shigaraki will react. You don’t miss the way his body tenses, and your heart skips a beat. Have you struck a nerve? 

"No." 

"Oh," your voice lowers to a whisper, trying to tread carefully around your words. "I’m sorry to hear that." 

"I’m not," his words are blunt, but there’s no bite or poison behind them. "I never met my mother, so I’ve never missed her." 

"I see," a frown takes over your face, and Shigaraki seems to notice as he sighs and gently moves your head off his shoulder. 

"Come with me." He rises from the bench, patting down his clothing. He outstretches a hand towards you, expression undecipherable. "I want to take you somewhere."

"Where are we going?" Shigaraki merely gives you a lopsided smile. 

"You’ll see." 

Hesitantly, you stare at his gloved hand for a few moments. Shigaraki seems to notice your hesitance and clears his throat before speaking. 

"I don’t like seeing you with a frown on your face. Come, fence with me. Let out all your frustrations and worries with a foil." 

"What?" Your eyes are wide as your brows furrow together. "Are you sure? I’ve never done fencing before…"

"Did I say this was a competition?" You shake your head. "Exactly. Do not fret," Shigaraki pauses for a moment, staring at you for a second. "I want you to relax." 

"Okay," you breathe heavily before taking his hand and rising from the bench. You try to ignore the fluttering of your heart, before smiling at him. "Thank you." 

"No need to thank me." He responds while the two of you walk out of the garden, and you scoff lightly. 

"No, I do need to." Your hand grips his forearm, and your eyes meet his, pleadingly. "You’ve done so much for me Shigaraki, things you didn’t have to do…" Your voice trails off, but before you can continue, the man speaks up. 

"Are you saying you don’t want my help? Would you rather I leave you alone?" He raises an eyebrow and you quickly shake your head, eyes wide. 

"No! Of course not, I just…" You stop for a moment, and you take in your surroundings. You’ve arrived at a wide, green field. At your left, a wooden table with several foil swords and armor lay across the wooden surface. "I’m curious, Shigaraki. I want to…" You lick your lips, eyes drifting towards the king. "I want to know more about you." Shigaraki stops in his tracks at your words, a few feet away from the table with several swords and foils. 

"Why?" He responds, back turned to you. He doesn’t turn around even after answering your question with another question, and you swallow nervously. 

"Because you know me, but I know very little about you." You walk towards him and he hands you one of the swords, but still refuses to meet your gaze. You feel your stomach twist, wondering if this was a bad decision. 

"I don’t mind that. Do you?" 

You sigh at his stubbornness, and he beckons you to follow him towards the open field, both of you carrying your foil sword. Neither of you had grabbed armor, but seeing that the tip of the swords was round and dull, you supposed it wasn’t necessary. 

"Keep your legs apart. If you’re holding the sword with your left hand, then your left knee goes forward, and vice versa with your right side. We’re going to take three steps, on our back, and then we shall begin." You nod silently, turning around and hearing Shigaraki count the numbers, but you’re quick to interrupt.

"What’s so wrong with opening up?"

Shigaraki pauses in his count, but you turn around, determined to face him. "Why would I open up?" You force down the urge to scoff and decide to retaliate with another question. 

"Why do you refuse to tell me more about yourself?" You're determined to get the truth out of him, no matter what it'll take. Given the fact that you've been in his company for a generous amount of time now and he hasn't turned you into gold, makes you think you're in a safe position to ask the question. 

"Three." He shouts, and you quickly meet his sword, his movements defensive and aggressive. He strikes at you harshly, and you're barely keeping up with his every strike and jab.  

"Why do you care?" He seethes, and you hold in the urge to sigh and roll your eyes. You can't tell if Shigaraki is extremely dense, or just plain stupid. You doubt it's the latter; no fool could reign over an entire kingdom. You're confused; your intentions have been clear the entire time- or at least, you hope so. How is he so oblivious? How is he oblivious to the feelings you have for him? Does he not have feelings for you? Did those nights you two spent together mean nothing to him; did he mean nothing behind the comforting words that he'd whisper in your ears when he held you tight in his arms? Your heart breaks at the thought, and the words leave your mouth before you can even react. 

"Because I'm in love with you for heaven's sake!" You knock his foil sword out of his hands. It drops on the ground with a loud clang, leaving both of you breathless and panting heavily. But you freeze. That wasn't supposed to happen- you weren't supposed to say that. Instinct took over control, and you were blurting out the words before you could even stop yourself. Swallowing audibly, you slowly raise your head and meet Shigaraki's gaze. His eyes are blown open, jaw slackened, as his chest heaves with each breath. He doesn't say anything, nor does he move a single finger. His lack of response unnerves you, and you're certain he's more than eager to turn you into gold by now. This was a mistake, you shouldn't have ever opened your mouth. And so, without a moment of hesitation, you drop the foil sword and race out of the fencing grounds, despite the ache that grows in your heart.

· ─────── ·

 The next days at the palace feel exceptionally long, and you wonder if it’s because of the lack of Shigaraki’s presence. You can still feel your mouth dry and your chest tight when you remember your last conversation with him, regret flooding through your veins. You wouldn’t be surprised if he never wanted to talk to you again, given the fact that he hasn't talked to you in days. Hell, you haven't even seen him- at all. Shigaraki seemed good at hiding his presence when he wants to. 

The maids in the palace seemed to notice the shift in your mood, frowning with concern when you walked with them one day and they noticed the weary expression on your face. But recently, there’s also been something else clouding your mind. For the past few days, you’ve been feeling rather ill, with aching bones and an overall feverish mood that’s taken over your body. You feel cold, even when you see the sweat trailing down your body, and you fear that you’ve come down with a cold. But since Shigaraki has been adamant about avoiding you, you decide that you won’t bother him and instead you’ll manage this fever on your own, with warm teas and herbs, even if they aren’t doing much. 

However, even the maids have noticed the weariness within you with each stride you take, how your eyes are growing hooded and weary. They’ve voiced their concerns but you’ve quickly brushed them away, trying to distract yourself by helping around the palace. You need a distraction- something to keep your mind off Shigaraki until you figure out what to do with yourself, and with him. 

Today you can’t seem to get your mind off Shigaraki- and to make it even worse, your fatigue is catching up with you. You can barely walk around the palace, the basket of laundry at your hip as you cling tightly to the railings, feeling your eyes half-hooded and ready to shut close. Your face feels like it’s burning with the bad type of heat, and you don’t think you can take another step. 

"My lady…?" Faintly, you can hear Toga climb up the stairs behind you, calling out for you. Swallowing thickly, you try to respond, but there’s no energy left in your body as your vision blurs and your knees buckle as your world goes black. 

· ─────── ·

Around you, a dozen voices are speaking all at once, worried and agitated. What happened? Slowly, you open your eyes to the sight of a few maids and Shigaraki hovering above you, but they haven’t noticed you’ve awoken.

"What happened?" Shigaraki barks at the maids, who are trembling in their spots.

"I’m not sure," Toga pushes between the small crowds of maids and meets Shigaraki’s gaze. "Lady Y/N offered to do the laundry, but she had forgotten a piece of clothing so I went after her. I found her on the stairs, and the next second she passed out on the floor. Then I called for the other maids and we brought her here. She has a fever. Her highness needs plenty of bed rest." 

"Very well. You’re all dismissed, I’ll take it from here."

"My king, are you sure-?" One of the other maids speaks up, voice fragile. "Lady Y/N is rather-," 

"I said I’ll take it from here, did I not?" Shigaraki’s voice is loud and booms in the room, and the maid flinches. "All of you are dismissed, please return to your duties." The maids quietly shuffle out of the room, and you don’t open your eyes again until the last of their voices drifts away. At your right, you hear Shigaraki sigh. You open your eyes and push yourself on your elbows, trying to sit on the bed, but Shigaraki quickly reacts and gently pushes you down, and you grumble.

"Greetings," you murmur, refusing to meet his gaze as you stare down at your lap.

"What were you thinking, walking around the palace when you know that you’re ill? You should be resting in your bed. Come, let’s go to your chambers." You bite the inside of your cheek at the harsh tone in Shigaraki’s words, but that doesn’t erase the resentment that’s been building up in your chest. 

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. "Oh, so now you’re interested in my well-being. Apologies my king, but you gave me the impression that you wanted nothing to do with me anymore." You don’t hide the mocking tone nor the resentment in your words- you want Shigaraki to hear it. 

The blue-haired man sighs, before slipping one arm behind your knees and another one behind your back, lifting you from the bed faster than you can protest. "This is not the time to torment me with your pettiness, Y/N. You’re ill. Cooperate and I’ll take care of you." 

"What?" You try to slip out of his grip, but it’s strong and hard to break out of. "No, there’s no need for that! The maids can look after me just fine, so you can return to your royal duties with no problem." You shake your head, insisting for him to stop, but he continues to walk out of the infirmary and into the main floor of the palace, heading towards the staircase. 

"No. I want to take care of you." Even as your back faces him, you hear the honesty in his words, and you don’t like it. Why is he being a gentleman now? What about before? Biting down on your tongue, you frown until you reach your sleeping chambers and Shigaraki places you down on the bed.

"I don’t need you to take care of me. The maids can do that, you shouldn’t fuss over a small issue."

A sigh leaves Shigaraki’s lips as he walks away from the bed and returns with a chair and a damp towel. He kneels at your side, hands tight around the towel. "Please, let me tend to you. It’s my turn to take care of you."

The next few seconds pass by in silence as his words sink in, and you stop biting the inside of your cheek as you drop your hands in surrender.

"Okay," you mumble, still refusing to meet his gaze, even as he places the towel on your forehead. "I apologize." 

Shigaraki snorts as he pulls back and sits in his chair, resting his chin on his fist. "Why are you apologizing?" 

"For being difficult," you unconsciously pout, averting your gaze out of shame. "I know I’m not making this easy." 

The man hums, before reaching towards your dresser, holding onto a warm cup of tea- when did that get there? You watch him expectantly, waiting for him to respond, but Shigaraki is quiet as he brings the cup of tea to your lips, and you part them open. The tea is warm but trickles down your throat nicely, soothing it instantly. 

"There are more urgent matters I’d like to talk to you about," Shigaraki’s gaze flickers towards you, before returning to the cup of tea. Once you’ve drunk half the cup of tea, he returns the cup to your dresser and rises from his seat. You stiffen, watching as he reaches for your blanket and pulls it up to your collarbone. "About what you told me when we were fencing."

"’ Twas an accident, I didn’t mean to-," he stops you with a deadpan look and you swallow nervously. 

"I didn't mean to reject or mock your advances at any moment, my lady. Quite the opposite. But…." You watch as Shigaraki bites down on his lower lip, and with a frown, you quickly reach forward and gently place down his hand. He laughs lightly, before sitting back in his seat. You offer him a small smile, trying to calm your stuttering heart. 

 "I am an awkward man, a man who knows nothing about being loved or loving. I have never known such a life." You fall silent at his confession, waiting for him to continue. "And I want you to know...I am glad to hear you feel this way towards me. It makes me much more confident to say that I’m in love with you too." Your heart skips a beat and it’s taking all your willpower to not squeal and jump into his arms like a lovesick damsel, and instead, you dig your nails into your palm, offering him a strained smile. 

“Oh…” Your jaw slackens and you’re speechless, unsure how to respond. Should you-can you kiss him? What are you supposed to do now? While you had received a large number of proposals and suitors back in the Yueei Kingdom, you rejected them all, refusing to compromise with someone you did not love. You had no experience in love that was not platonic, never felt lips against yours, nor had you given your body to someone else. 

So to put it simply, you’re as inexperienced as one can be. For a moment, your mind drifts off and you wonder whether Shigaraki has experience or not, but the damp towel that’s pressed against your forehead quickly rips you out of your thoughts. 

“You’ll need to stay in bed for a few days,” the man says as he retracts the towel, submerging it in a bucket of water before wringing out the water. “Your fever is a bit high. If you keep pushing yourself, you’ll only end up in a worse condition. So please," one of his hands lays on your forearm, and you swallow nervously. "Stay in bed. The maids will take care of everything for you, just focus on recovering, alright?" 

Reluctantly you nod, letting out a small sigh. The sigh doesn’t seem to slip past Shigaraki as he raises an eyebrow, and pauses. He reaches for a glass flask, with an unknown substance that’s fluorescent green. 

"I know you don’t enjoy being bedridden, but it’s only temporary. And if it helps," he glances at you before returning his gaze to the glass flask, twisting the cork open. "I can tell you a tale while I apply this cream to your forehead." 

Silently, you nod, trying to focus on Shigaraki but it’s rather hard when your heart is pounding your ears. 

"Very well then." He plunges his fingers into the flask and pulls them out covered in the cream, placing the flask on your drawer before leaning forward. His hair tickles your chin as he leans forward, and the faint scent of mint sweeps over your senses. It must be from his bathing oils. It’s a pleasant smell, and you find yourself slightly craving for more. Before you can dwell more on it, Shigaraki’s voice floods your ears as his fingers rub the cream on your face.

“There was once a young boy named Tenko Shimura. He came from a family of peasants, of the poorest and most miserable kind. But he was happy because he had his family. And just like any other family, the Shimura family had problems. Tenko’s father despised him because he resembled his father’s mother, who had left him at a young age to join the knights of the kingdom. And when things got worse for his family, they began to pray to the gods. They prayed for a blessing, for anything to change their lives." Shigaraki paused for a moment, a shaky breath leaving his lips as his fingers applied the cream to your face. "And their prayers were heard. Dionysus, the god of wine and ecstasy, took pity on them. He granted Tenko a power that no man had ever possessed before- a golden touch." Your heart skips a beat at his words- a golden touch. There could be no one he could be talking about but himself. For a moment, you look up and meet his gaze- was this his way of narrating his past? Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you nod to keep him talking. 

"But Dionysus was only toying with the Shimura family," a dry laugh leaves Shigaraki’s lips. "He never warned the family about the gift he had bestowed on Tenko. So one day, while Tenko was playing with his dog and his sister," you watch as Shigaraki’s face grows solemn, and you frown. "He touched them as he had always done before. But this time was different. He watched as his sister and his dog froze, his golden touch spreading across their body until all that was left were a pair of golden statues. He rushed into his home to tell his parents, confused and scared. And with a single tap of his hand, everyone he had loved turned to gold." Shigaraki’s voice grew low, and you strained your ears to listen carefully. Your heart grew heavy at his words, aching for him. 

"But then a strange man found him wandering the streets. He took him in, raised him, and gave him a purpose. That man is my father," the blue-haired man cleared his throat, glancing towards you. "Tenko grew up hating himself, hating what he had done. But Father gave him a new perspective; he could use his touch for other things. He transformed a monster into a king." Shigaraki sat back in his chair, placing the cream on the dresser. You felt your throat dry as you processed the information, a flurry of emotions swarming your mind and heart. 

After a few more seconds in silence, you lick your lips as you reach for Shigaraki’s hands, holding his gaze without hesitation.

“I can’t fathom the pain you must’ve felt, the pain that you carry within. But I can say one thing," hesitantly, you raise his hands to your mouth, pressing a soft kiss on them. “The man that stands before me is far away from being a monster. He is anything but a monster."

 Shigaraki chuckles, squeezing your hands. Even after kissing his hands, having him reciprocate your actions leaves your face warm and flustered. 

“You sure know how to make a man fall at your feet, don’t you?”

At his teasing tone, you smile mischievously as you drop his hands and lean back into the bed, attempting to look as smooth and suave as possible.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it’s working.” Your smile grows wider as Shigaraki smiles and laughs. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this- lips tugged upwards, eyebrows relaxed and the corner of his eyes crinkling. It’s a good look on him. 

“You have bewitched me, body and soul. And I wish to never be separated from you.” Your heart pounds in your chest, beating so loudly you can hear it echo in your ears. Butterflies swarm your stomach. And Shigaraki leans in, hand reaching for your left cheek, but just as his lips ghost over yours, a loud knock is heard at the door, and the two of you quickly break apart.

“I apologize for the intrusion,” one of the elderly maids says as she opens the door, carrying a tray of food. “But the maids of the palace have been very concerned for Lady Y/N, so we made some of the lady’s favorite meals and desserts.” Your face is practically on fire as she sets the tray of food on the dresser.

“Thank you very much, Chiyo.’’ You smile warmly at the elderly woman, who smiles back before leaving the room without another word. 

Once the door has been closed, your attention returns to Shigaraki, who’s already looking at you. Awkwardly, you clear your throat, and the lovesick feelings clear away for a moment, and a frown falls upon your face as you remember the events of the past days- or thereof, the lack of events. 

"If you love me, then why….why did you leave me alone for days? What was I supposed to think? If you return my feelings, then why avoid me?" You clench your fists as you try to not regret your words, hoping it won’t backfire. 

"I’m sorry. I know that was foolish of me- I know. But," he shakes his head, laughing dryly. "It took me a day or two to process your words. I never thought someone like you could be capable of loving someone like me." 

"What’s that supposed to mean?" You cross your arms over your chest almost defensively, and you’re not sure if you really want to know what he means. 

Hesitantly, Shigaraki reaches for your hand and you meet him halfway. He squeezes it tightly, and your cheeks go warm. He meets your gaze with an earnest look in his eyes and you might as well faint on the spot. 

"You deserve someone brought down from the heavens made just for you. I am nothing but a monster a step away from knocking on hell’s door." The self-deprecation that oozes from his words makes you scoff, shaking your head. Sitting upright on the bed, you cup the man’s face in your hands, observing him quietly. Your eyes rake over the strands of his light blue hair, the scars, and scratches on his face, his bright red eyes, and it steals your breath away. He lays still in your hands, but you can feel how his shoulders stiffen and you don’t like it. 

"Relax," you coo. Slowly, you reach a hand towards his hair and tuck it behind his ear, testing how far he’ll let you go. "Are you not comfortable around me?" 

"Why yes, I am comfortable with you." He clears his throat, and you smile at the tint of pink that litters his cheeks. 

"Then why must you stiffen? You can relax, I’m not here to interrogate you." You give him a lopsided smile, tilting your head to the side. Shigaraki swallows audibly, and your smile grows as he rolls his shoulders back and relaxes his posture. 

"I will try to relax... for you." Your heart warms at the last two words, a smile tugging your lips upward. How can one man steal your heart with such ease?

"I would kiss you right now, but as you can see, I’ve come down with a cold..." You sigh dramatically, releasing Shigaraki’s face as you lean back on the bed, but he scoffs, a coy smile taking over his lips before his hand reaches the back of your neck, tugging you forward.

"Like that’s going to stop me." He murmurs before his lips meet yours, crashing against each other and the two of you move in sync as if you’ve done this a hundred times before. You haven’t- but that doesn’t stop the wide smile that tugs at your lips, and the feeling of bliss that floods through your veins.

· ─────── ·

Shigaraki, despite his flaws and weaknesses, is an incredible ruler. You’ve never seen such a happy kingdom, a kingdom where practically all the citizens admire and appreciate their ruler. And it brings you joy, the way all the villagers are smiling, the way how every town of this kingdom seems alive. Though you’ve only stared and appreciated the towns through the palace’s windows, it seems that a particular someone has been noticing your escapades.

"Y/N," Shigaraki calls out and you turn around, back facing the window you had been gazing out of. You ignore how your heart skipped a beat for a second at the mere sight of him, and instead, you smile and lean against the wall.

“Hello, Shigaraki. What do I owe the honor of being blessed with your presence?” Dramatically, you bow before him, smile widening at the sound of Shigaraki chuckling.

“Come with me,” he outstretched his hand, holding a black cloak. “There’s something I want to show you.”

You raise a brow, glancing back at the window and returning your gaze to Shigaraki. “It’s nightfall,” you say slowly, hoping that’ll make the words register in his head. “And you want to leave, right now?”

The blue-haired man shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t see why not. I am the king of this kingdom, no? I would like to believe I am free to do what I please and enjoy the presence of my queen.”

Huffing, you try to ignore the warmth of your cheeks as you grab the cloak and you quickly drape it over your head, similar to how Shigaraki is wearing it. 

“Take this too,” the man held out a white masquerade mask, outlined with a golden hue. “We don’t want to be recognized at this time.” You frown at his words. Where is he taking you that you must hide your identity?

“Shigaraki,” you speak up once you’ve put on the mask and you’ve taken his hand as he leads you out of the palace. “Where are we going?” The man only glances back at you, his red eyes gleaming as he smirks.

“Patience, Y/N. You’ll see soon enough. Oh, and,” he stops in his tracks and for a split moment, you see his face soften. “Call me Tomura.”

· ─────── ·

Racing past servants, the two of you quickly leave the palace and a sigh of relief escapes your lips once you’ve left the knights behind. Now that you’re out of the palace, you take a deep breath as you stare at your surroundings. You’re still in the open area of the palace, but you smile at the sensation of the fresh air billowing against you and you inhale the fresh air almost desperately. It’s been a while since you’ve been outdoors, away from all the pressures and rules within the palace. The sky is a dark blue and you spot hundreds of stars gleaming in the sky. 

“Are you done?” Shigaraki says at your side, sounding almost bored, and your face warms as you cough and lower your head. You forgot you weren’t alone.

“Of course,” you murmur, and the man chuckles before taking your hand, squeezing it gently. 

"Don’t say my last name or my title outside of the palace, alright?" He whispers, and you nod silently. The two of you walk in prolonged silence, but you don’t mind and you eventually reach the entrance of a town. Though the sun has fallen, the town is still lively as ever. Torches brighten the entrance, and you watch with parted lips as dozens of villagers bustle through, the chattering of townsfolk reaching your ears. But what really leaves you speechless is the sight within the town, a few more feet ahead. On a wooden stage, dozens of villagers cheer as two men perform on the stage, juggling sticks that had both ends on fire. Wow.

Shigaraki huffs in amusement at your reaction, before leading you towards the stage. You keep your gaze lowered, afraid that you’ll be recognized, but you two seem to blend in with the crowd of cloaked folks and cheering villagers. Relieved, your shoulders relax as you gaze up towards the stage, jaw slackened in shock.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Shigaraki whispers in your ear, his warm breath, and plump lips brushing against the shell of your ear, and you shudder. You’re surprised how clear you’re able to hear him over the cheering crowd, but you nod in response, smiling. 

“Those two individuals were rescued on a mission that happened years ago. They were found on the kingdom’s borders, a pair of abandoned and helpless little boys. We took them in and gave them home in this town and they grew up to be excellent fire eaters.” Right before you can question the title, you gasp loudly as the two performers shove burning sticks into their mouths for a split second, blowing out roaring flames. The crowd cheers and you laugh and clap alongside everyone else. 

Soon enough the performance ends, and the crowd begins to disperse. Shigaraki takes your hand and leads you out of the crowd, and you feel your heart pounding loudly as ever, recovering from the commotion. 

“What do you think?” His arm goes to your waist, holding you flush against his body, but with all the moving crowds and strangers, you don’t mind.

“That was amazing,” you admit, one hand clinging to his cloak. “I had never seen fire eaters before.”

“Well, now you have,” you crack a smile at his words. “What do you want to do now? The town is having a festival, and the night is still young. There’s still plenty we can do.”

Shigaraki’s mere words shoot excitement into your veins, and you find yourself smiling as your stomach twists with excitement. 

“I’m not sure,” your eyes sweep over the area. There are so many booths, so many things to do that you can’t choose one. “Why don’t you surprise me?” You raise your gaze to meet Shigaraki’s, smiling as he raises a brow.

“Alright then.” A wry smile travels across his lips, and you wonder whether it was a good idea to hand over the reins to Shigaraki. “But first, I want you to taste the kingdom’s cuisine. Come, I know a pair of excellent food booths around here.” You smile as you take Shigaraki’s hand and he leads you through the crowds. Your body hums with energy and excitement. It’s been a while since you’ve had a night like this one; the fresh air howling in your ears, the night sky at your fingertips, and crowds of people keeping the night alive. 

Once you’ve pushed through the crowds, you feel your mouth water at the sight ahead of you. A handful of booths are set up and the loud noise of meat sizzling and vegetables being cooked reaches both your ears and nose. You take a long, greedy inhale, almost moaning at how delicious and enticing all the foods smelled. 

“I take it you’re interested in tasting some food?” Shigaraki’s teasing tone makes your face warm, and you quickly swallow before nodding, refusing to meet his gaze. 

“Yes, of course,” you quickly adjust your cloak as the two of you walk towards the brown booth ahead of you. “I must learn more about the kingdom, including its cuisine.” The king laughs at your justification, one arm going across your shoulders and you think you’re going to faint. He’s so warm, and so, so close to you. Your hands twitch, and you want to just reach over and kiss him, but it’s not a good idea in public. Instead, you lean into his side as the two of you reach the booth. A bald, middle-aged man and two younger men are fretting around, chopping up meat and vegetables, and you feel your mouth water at the sight of the shining, glistening meat and the perfectly roasted vegetables. 

“What would you like to order?” The blue-haired man whispers into your ear and you almost jump, distracted by the food. 

“Can you order for me?” You whisper in response, one hand gripping the sleeve of his cloak. “I am still unfamiliar with the cuisine of your kingdom.”

Nodding, Shigaraki leans over and speaks to the cooks, while your gaze drifts off to the scenery. Dozens of other booths surround you, and you smile at the sight of children squealing as they race past you. 

Once you receive your food, the two of you turn around and you stare down at the mysterious food you hold in your hands. It seems to be a piece of meat on a stick, cooked properly but soft enough to the point where the juices were still glistening and dripping from the stick. You quickly bite into it, the sensation and tastes making your knees weak

“Bless my soul! This tastes absolutely delicious,” you exclaim between bites and Shigaraki chuckles. Even as you continue to weave through the crowds of people, your teeth still latch onto the stick of meat, addicted to the taste.

“Say, what meat was I eating?” You mumble once you’ve finished the food and you hold Shigaraki’s hand as you arrive at another booth. 

“Enchanted deer meat,” he says nonchalantly as he pushes through the crowds of people until the two of you stand in front of the booth, and you nearly choke on air.

“Enchanted deer meat?!” You squeak, feeling bile rise to your throat. “Aren’t the poor creatures endangered!?” 

The blue-haired man laughs loudly as you stare at him, baffled at how he can laugh at such solemn news. “Don’t fret. The Kingdom of Midas has since then begun to repopulate enchanted deer, and we have sanctuaries in the forest that are solely dedicated to their conservation, which have existed for dozens of years. Enchanted deer are anything but lacking here,” you hum, still unsure how to feel about eating enchanted deer.

“Well, if you say so.” You mumble before your attention quickly shifts to the cooks in the booth, watching as they use their knives at an impossibly fast speed, slicing up vegetables and fruits. 

You’re about to order another meal when you hear a shout and you’re quick to turn around, facing Shigaraki. 

“Oh, it’s the cavalry. Stay right here, I’ll be back.” The man squeezes your shoulders before slipping away, and you don’t like how your stomach begins to churn after he leaves- are you that dependent on him that you can’t stand being away from him? Good Lord, this isn’t good for you. But then you realize it may be reasonable, being stranded alone in a town you know nothing of, with a mask over your face that you shouldn’t take off. Swallowing nervously, you decide to wait for Shigaraki next to the booth, standing in the small crook that separates the booth from the other one. 

The sky grows darker, and you speculate that perhaps Apollo has spilled a bottle of black ink over the horizon. The thought makes you smile. You take in a deep breath when you hear a branch snap behind you. Freezing in your spot, you slowly begin to turn around but your eyes widen as a hand slaps against your mouth and you’re dragged backward, screams muffled by the stranger’s hand as you kick and struggle, desperate to break loose. A cloth is tied around your eyes and your heart races in your chest and fear pours into your veins.

The stranger continues to drag you away harshly, your shoes digging into the dirt before they finally release you, pushing you down onto your knees.

“You sure this is the one?” A rough, gruff voice speaks up, and your body trembles.

“Positive. She was with the king the entire time, it has to be her.” You still. Who were these people and how did they know your identity? 

“Very well then. Let’s begin.” The blindfold is ripped off your face, and you’re blinking at two men, both of them tall and menacing looking. You notice the swords that both of them carry, and you swallow nervously. The youngest one, a blonde with a plague mask, smiles before kneeling to your height. 

“Hey there, pretty lady,” the man coos, and you wrinkle your nose at the crazed look in his eyes. “It’s a shame we’ve been tasked to kill you, or else I would’ve kept you to myself.” Your heart skips a beat. Kill you? 

“Cut it with the sweet talk, Setsuno. Lord Overhaul told us to get this job over with as soon as possible.” The other man says, and you notice his strawberry blonde hair and the strange black plague mask that covers the entirety of his face. The blonde groans and your eyes drift between the two men as they unsheath their swords. 

“Whatever you say, Rappa. But no one said we couldn’t have a little bit of fun before we kill her,” he hums, and your heart races as your eyes widen with panic. “I love seeing the look of fear on a woman’s face right before I slit her throat!” A maniac laugh leaves Setsuno’s mouth, and you swallow nervously. He kneels to your height again, and you realize you need a plan. Quick, quick, do something-! You tug at the ropes around your wrists, pinning them behind your back as the blonde blabbers on but you can’t bother paying him attention. They didn’t tie your feet together, you note and an idea pops into your head. Trying to get the man’s attention even with a muffled mouth, the blonde seemed to notice you wanted to say something.

“Hmmm? My apologies, is there something you want to tell me?” His teasing tone has you gritting your teeth together, but you keep yourself together as you nod, beckoning him to get closer. Setsuno raises an eyebrow, before leaning forward, and you strike. Gritting your teeth as you brace yourself for the pain, you raise your head before slamming your forehead against the blonde’s, quickly scrambling on the ground before you get up on your feet, racing off. You grimace at the helplessness of your hands being tied, and your heart speeds up at the noise of footsteps closing upon you. Quickly scanning the area, you grow nervous as you don’t recognize your surroundings. God, where had they taken you? Breathing heavily, you continue to run until a heavy weight comes crashing down on you, and you groan as you feel the weight of a body pushing you down. 

“Not so fast now, lady.” Rappa, the one the blonde had talked to earlier, grumbles into your ear, and your stomach twists at the loud noise of a sword being drawn. Your heart stops at feeling the cold blade press against your throat. Oh no. 

The blade slides against your throat and blood begins to trickle out and you close your eyes as you brace for death to sweep you away but nothing happens. Instead, you hear a shout and feel a warm liquid pour onto your back. Rappa’s body grows still and is pushed to the side. 

Peeking one eye open, relief floods you at the sight of Shigaraki standing over you, breathing heavily as he holds a bloody dagger.

“Shigaraki!” You cry out as you stand up and Shigaraki quickly moves forward, eyes widening as he notices the large, bleeding gash across your neck. Your knees begin to feel weak and you sit down on the ground, feeling the dirt beneath you. 

“Heavens, this was stupid of me,” Shigaraki mumbles as he frets over the large gash on your neck and a small smile takes over your lips before you reach out and cup the man’s face in your hands.

“Hey, hey,” even with the pain that makes your neck burn, you muster a smile. Your vision is starting to get hazy, but you try to ignore it. “It’s okay. You didn't know this was going to happen- neither of us did. Let’s return to the castle, and call for the doctor. Please do not panic, love.”

“Alright, alright,” Shigaraki murmurs as he hooks an arm underneath your legs and another around your neck, hoisting you upwards in his arms. “Hang on tight, we’ll be there in no time.” You can only squeeze his arm as you try to blink away the black spots.

· ─────── ·

Slipping through consciousness and unconsciousness, you wake up to the sight of Shigaraki’s face hovering over you, eyebrows pinched and lips thinned.

“You shouldn’t do that so often, Shigaraki. Your face will be quite wrinkled as you age,” you murmur and he inhales sharply. You smile weakly despite the slight ache of your neck, and the king sighs. Then, he meets your gaze and manages a small smile. 

“You sure seem to enjoy worrying the hell out of me, Y/N.”

“Pardon?” You frown but feel your heart warm, glad that he’s well enough to jest. “It is not my intention, your majesty,” but you grin, lips curving upwards, and your smile grows when Shigaraki smiles back. 

“Mmm, are you sure about that?” He leans forward, lips ghosting over your ear and you hold in your breath. 

“Yes…” You barely manage to say, feeling your face grow warmer than the Toshinori Kingdom during the summer. Shigaraki inhales, and you feel as his warm breath leaves your face as he leans backward and hums.

“If you say so, then I will take your word for it.” There’s a lazy smile on his face that has you smiling as well. You try to sit up, but the sharp pain that shoots through your body has you grimacing. Shigaraki moves in a flash, gently pushing you back on the bed.

“You shouldn’t move. Those bastards sliced your throat, but they also left all kinds of bruises on your body,” and then the calm mood is quickly gone, and you swallow. “Tell me, what did they do to you?”

You sigh, one hand wrapping around Shigaraki’s forearm and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m fine, truly. I was waiting for you at the booth, but they appeared from the shadows and dragged me away. They tied me up and knocked me over quite a few times, but other than the gash on my throat, I’m fine.” You try to smile, but the events of that night are still flashing in your mind. What if Shigaraki hadn’t gone there in time? What if he had been just a second or two late, and instead of laying on an infirmary bed, you’d be on your deathbed? Your smile slightly falters and Shigaraki is quick to notice.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, eyes lowering. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t left your side, this wouldn’t have happened. It won’t happen again,” he meets your gaze again with an earnest look on his face and you smile. Your hand cups one side of his face. He leans into your touch, and your heart skips a beat. He’s so warm under your fingertips. 

“Do not blame yourself. You are a king, a powerful one at that. It would’ve been naive of us to think we would go unidentified.” Though your words weigh your heart down, you smile at him. Shigaraki seems to agree, as he frowns and nods.

“If I am a powerful king, then I should be able to protect you at all costs.” His eyes narrow, warmth slowly receding. Shigaraki rises from his chair, and you watch as the knights that were guarding the infirmary’s entrance quickly stand straight and salute their king. 

“Someone must’ve known we left the palace and decided to strike. But I was certain no one had spotted us,’’ Shigaraki growls, tugging at his hair. “Unless…” his eyes drift away, and you watch as his face hardens. “There’s a mole within the palace.”

“I need all the scouts, guards, and knights to be interrogated about their whereabouts last night, immediately!” The guards quickly nod, and you feel your stomach churn. “No one is leaving this palace until I have the mole’s head in my hand.” 

· ─────── ·

The next few days at the castle are strange, to say the least. Not that you particularly mind. With your injuries, Shigaraki has been paying special attention to you ( that’s saying a lot), and has barely left your side- only when he’s forced to. Soon enough your wound heals, and all that remains is a rather ugly-looking scar. You frown at the reflection of your scar in the mirror as the maids straighten out your dress, a few of them fiddling with the ribbon in your hair. Since you’re able to walk again and have no major inconveniences, Shigaraki has decided you two should have dinner. 

You feel a pair of rather cold hands gently place a piece of fabric around your neck, and your eyes widen as you meet Toga’s smiling gaze. Her movements are gentle and slow as she ties the necklace, and the action feels oddly intimate as if you two have been friends for as long as you can remember.

“I have a lot of scars, and I imagine that you mustn't like the sight of yours. You don’t have to hide it, but I would say it doesn’t hurt to have something pretty over it.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper as you stare at the necklace, a smile creeping onto your lips. And as Toga beams at your response, you can’t help but smile back.

· ─────── ·

Your heels clack against the marble staircase as you bunch up your dress in your hands, grumbling. Now that you’re actually walking in it, it’s quite impractical. 

But you suck it up and quickly reach the dining room. The table has already been set with a pearl white cloth draped over it and an assortment of mouthwatering meals on the table. And at the end of the table, Shigaraki sits with a scowl on his face. He seems to hear the click of your heels and meets your gaze and his face eases. He quickly rises from his seat and bows before you, and you giggle as you curtsy. You’re far past these formalities, but if he insists then you don’t mind following along.

“Good evening, my lord,” you smile and one of the servants draws the chair out for you, and after murmuring my thanks, you sit down. 

“That dress looks marvelous on you,” Shigaraki murmurs and sits after you’ve taken your seat. His compliment has your heart speeding up. You smile, fiddling with your gloved hands beneath the table.

“Thank you. Toga said you picked it out for me?” You raise an eyebrow, and Shigaraki’s eyes widen as his face reddens.

“That girl,” he growls and lowers his gaze. “I told her to keep the dress and the necklace a secret.”

You laugh at the newfound surprise, feeling far more delighted. “Oh? Is that so?” His eyes widen even more and it makes you laugh. “Why would you want to keep it a secret from me?”

He huffs, refusing to meet your gaze. “I am a king, I have no obligation to respond to such questions.” His childish response has you giggling, and eventually, you quiet down and he meets your gaze. Shigaraki’s face is still red, but the smile on his face has your face warming up as well.

· ─────── ·

The dinner goes smoothly and the meals served are absolutely delicious- you’ve had to close your jaw several times to avoid drooling over the tempting food. You taste as much as you can, ignoring Shigaraki’s amused gaze as he watches you eat. You still follow etiquette, of course, eating as elegantly as possible, but that won’t stop you from eating as much as you can.

You’re midway into a new meal when Kurogiri appears at the entrance of the dining hall. He bows before you two, and Shigaraki raises an eyebrow. 

“Pardon me for the interruption, my king and queen, but we have a visitor.”

Your husband furrows his eyebrows, setting down his cup on the table. “And is this visitor so important that our dinner had to be interrupted?”

You can’t tell the expression on Kurogiri’s misty face, but it looks like a grimace and he clears his throat. “My king, it’s your father.”

· ─────── ·

Wonderful. The one day Tomura plans a special dinner with you, his father decides to arrive unannounced. Rather abrupt and informal of him, but he tries not to think too much of it. The two of you walk towards the entrance of the palace, only for Shigaraki to spot his father walking up the same staircase you two had begun to descend from.

“Father!” His eyes widen at the sight of his father standing a few feet ahead of him. What is he doing here? His father had retired from the palace, so the mere presence of his father here means something’s wrong.

“Hello, my son.” His gaze drifts towards you, slightly bowing. “Lady Y/N.” 

“Greetings, my lord,” you murmur as you bow with a slight curtsy. Shigaraki tightens his arm around your waist, not liking the look in his father’s eyes. His father has never been the type to visit out of nostalgia or some sort of sentimental reason. 

“I apologize for my intrusion,” his father bows. “But news of Lady Y/N being attacked reached my ears, and I couldn’t stay a second longer without visiting you two. Are you faring well, my lady?” 

Shigaraki feels you hesitate, and he gently squeezes your side. “Yes,” you smile with that show-stopping smile that has Shigaraki’s knees wobbling, and he smiles too. “I am recovering quite well. I am touched by your concern, my lord. Thank you for visiting us.” You curtsy before Shigaraki’s father, and the older man hums in response. 

“I am glad to hear that. I wish you a speedy recovery, my lady. On another note,” Shigaraki doesn’t miss the way his father’s concerned gaze flickers towards him. “Could I have a word with you, son? In private.” 

Shigaraki swallows thickly, before nodding. He gives you one last smile before you curtsy and walk away, and his father begins to walk towards his former office- now Shigaraki’s.

Once the two of them have stepped into the office, his father closes the wooden door gently. Strangely, Shigaraki feels like he’s eight years old again, a weak and defenseless child.

“Word reached my ears that several of the palace’s artifacts have been stolen while Lady Y/N and you were absent from the palace. Care to explain?” Oh, for heaven’s sake. He’d forgotten about it, too caught up with watching you in the infirmary. After he brought you back to the palace, it was chaotic. Furniture was thrown everywhere, fearful maids hiding and some rooms completely ransacked. While he had taken you to the town, the palace had been robbed.

“I’m working on finding the culprits,” Shigaraki quickly responds, the words leaving his mouth with ease. “I’ve increased security around the palace’s perimeter, and the contractors are warier of who they allow into the palace.” His father sighs, and Shigaraki feels his chest tighten. 

“My son,” the older man murmurs as he walks towards the two seats in front of Shigaraki’s desk. Shigaraki follows suit and sits in his desk’s cushioned chair. “Have you considered the possibility that something else happened in the palace? Say, someone who’s been doing this right under your nose?”

“What are you suggesting, father?” Shigaraki chooses his words carefully, already disliking the direction his father is headed towards.

“Y/N. She’s the new variable in your life- an uncertain one at that. How have you come to trust her in such a short time? She's a liability, Tomura.”

“She's fine." Shigaraki hisses out the word, quickly on the defense, but then he falters and lowers his head. 

“I apologize, father. But I beg of you, Y/N is not an obstacle, nor a distraction. She...helps me," he admits, and his heart flutters. “I have never felt this way about a person before. I want to keep her at my side.”

His father sighs, and Tomura's heartbeat quickens. The sigh screams disappointment, and he wonders what he did or said wrong. Does he not approve of you? But his father arranged the marriage, so why is he opposed to the relationship now? 

“Do not let desire and love cloud your mind, son. Remember why Y/N is here. She is your wife, and the two of you are in an arranged marriage. Your marriage symbolizes the peace treaty between the Kingdom of Midas and the Yueei Kingdom. But remember, that's all she is. A peace treaty. You mustn't grow fond of her.” And the older man frowns, rubbing his chin. “I do not trust that woman. I fear that she is a scoundrel, a spy sent to learn the secrets and weaknesses of our kingdom. While the palace was attacked, you were away with her. For all we know, she wanted you to leave the palace so it would be left vulnerable and exposed.” And before Shigaraki can even protest against such an outrageous theory, his father places a heavy hand on his shoulder, smiling. But his smile is strained. 

“I only want what's best for you, my dear son. The fate of our kingdom lies in your hands. So please, reconsider my words. We shall resume our talk another time.” Shigaraki watches as his father leaves his office, and swallows. A bead of sweat travels down his forehead, and he sighs. 

· ─────── ·

When Shigaraki returns to you, he looks like he’s seen a ghost. His face is pale, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead and when you reach to squeeze his arm, you notice how cold his arm is. He’s barely stepped through the doors of the library but you’re quickly rushing towards him, feeling your chest lighten at the sight of him. It tightens again at his appearance. 

“Shigaraki?” You murmur, looking at him with furrowed brows. “Are you alright? What happened?”

He murmurs something under his breath and he’s quickly swooping you into his arms as he takes a seat on one of the library’s cushions. You yelp with surprise, arms quickly looping around his neck as you hold on tightly. 

“I will tell you later,” he says, voice muffled as he buries his face into your neck. “Can I hold you for now, please?”

His act of intimacy has you slowly smiling and you press a kiss on the crown of his head as you nod. “Of… of course.” 

It’s still early in the day, and sunlight pours into the library as you gently brush your hands through Shigaraki’s baby blue hair, feeling at ease in his arms. You wish moments like these could last forever, but the ticking of the clock on the wall reminds you of otherwise. Instead, you smile and bask in the feeling of being in Shigaraki’s arms, of his warmth on yours and his body wrapped around yours. And you carve it into your memories, hoping to be able to preserve it forever. 

· ─────── ·

Today is the ball that celebrates the official crowning of Shigaraki. You wonder why there’s the need for so many balls, but as you choose pretty ribbons and soft cloths, you can’t find it in yourself to complain.

Tomura explains that the previous ball was a simple event to sign some treaties, but with this one, he’ll officially be recognized as the new king of the Midas Kingdom. He explains everything with a gleam in his eyes, and you listen with a smile on your lips.

You’ve fallen into a comfortable routine with the maids when it comes to balls- the maids bathe you in rich and luxurious oils and soaps and wash you off. Then they help you fit into your corset, followed by your dress for the day. Today, Toga whispers into your ear that your dress was hand-picked once again by Shigaraki, which has you smiling as your cheeks grow warm. But Toga’s whisper is not so subtle, as the maids surrounding you giggle as well, shooting you cheeky grins. 

But they don’t push the subject, which you appreciate. You focus on the light blue hue of the dress, the lace v-collar that’s slightly revealing, but it has you feeling confident in your skin. Once you’re ready to go, you give the maids a small spin with a grin, before opening the door as someone knocks. You meet your husband’s widened gaze, a small grin crawling your lips as you hear him breathe sharply and freeze.

But he’s quick to regain his composure and he slowly kneels, reaching for your hand as he places a small and soft kiss on it. You try to ignore how your heart speeds up as he rises to his full height and towers over you, one hand sneaking around your waist as he leans forward and whispers into your ear.

“You look absolutely enchanting, m’lady,” his warm breath fans your ears, and you hope he doesn’t feel the sudden warmth of your cheeks. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, slowly growing confident as he steps away with a light pink blush on his cheeks. One of the maids giggles behind you and then you remember the two of you aren’t alone. Clearing your throat, you step forward and loop your arm through Shigaraki’s, beaming up at him.

“Well then, we should leave soon. It would be untimely for the host of his ball to be late, would it not?”

· ─────── ·

You had never imagined yourself dancing on shiny floors far more expensive than the ones back in the Yueei Kingdom; to wear silks so rich and luxurious they should be preserved in a glass frame- not on your body, nor did you ever imagine dancing with Shigaraki Tomura, ruler of the Kingdom of Midas, but sometimes life takes unexpected twists. Pleasant twists, you think with a smile. 

One of Shigaraki’s hands is on your waist while the other holds your hand as he leads you across the ball’s dancefloor, the ghost of a smile on his lips. His warm body is pressed flush against yours, golden crown shining under the diamond chandelier. His grip is firm but comfortable and in a certain way, you feel safe. In his arms, in his embrace. 

It doesn’t help that he’s so captivating to look at. His red eyes gleam when he smiles, cerulean blue hair constantly stealing your attention. You don’t know if it’s normal to be so in love with one person. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Soon enough, the melodious song comes to a stop and the two of you walk away from the crowd of dancing people. You’re silently thankful, the aching of your feet slowly catching up with you. 

“A coin for your thoughts, m’lady?” His gloved hand intertwines with yours as you sit on the throne next to his. You smile at his words, turning to look at him.

“Can’t a lady just be happy because she’s spending time with her husband?” You almost purr the words, giggling at Shigaraki’s immediate reaction- his eyes widen as his face blooms with red, and you have to clasp your hand on your mouth to avoid laughing even more.

“Of-of course she can,” he stammers as he tugs at the collar of his dress shirt, trying to find something to occupy his hands with. You let out a small snicker and Shigaraki snorts, eventually joining you in laughter.

The ball seems to stretch on for hours, which you don’t mind too much. Eventually, you find yourself sitting at a horizontally long, rectangular table when Shigaraki rises from his seat, golden cup held in his hand.

“I want to give everyone a warm welcome and thanks for attending today’s ball. Today, we commemorate an important event in the history of the Kingdom of Midas. I, Shigaraki Tomura, am the kingdom’s new reigning king. I promise to uphold the kingdom’s glory. I swear to protect and provide for all my subjects but I ask for your loyalty and support. And I hope for this to be a period of glory and abundance for our kingdom. Let the feast begin!”

A roar of applause and cheers goes around in the dining hall, and you smile, ready to dig into your food before Shigaraki raises his hand and clears his throat.

“I have one last announcement to make. I’m sure many of you have already met her at our wedding, but I ask everyone to give your queen, Y/N L/N, a warm welcome to our kingdom.”

Your eyes widen, jaw slackening as Shigaraki shoots you a small smile before the entire crowd bursts once again into cheers, hundreds of claps echoing in the room/

You smile so wide you feel like your cheeks are about to fall off, but as you stare at the beaming faces of everyone in the room, you can’t stop smiling.

· ─────── ·

Shigaraki wonders whether he deserves a life like his. A life where he has gold at the tip of his fingers, a life where he has you.

He can’t stop staring at you from his throne, watching as you smile and socialize with some of the nobles and his subjects. You give everyone the same dazzling smile that almost has him on his knees, starstruck. He vaguely wonders if you have a warlock working for you, holding him in a love spell. Even if you did, he’d never want it to end. 

A few more hours pass by in a flash and the sky has darkened to an ivory black, stars littering the sky. You’re talking to some musketeers, a group of five that are particularly loud. But Shigaraki notices the exhaustion on your face that you desperately try to hide, and he decides to step in. Weaving through crowds who instantly break apart to make way for him, he quickly reaches you and wraps his hand around your wrist. 

“Pardon my interruption,” he nods in acknowledgment at the group, before returning his attention to you. “But I have to steal Lady Y/N for a second or two. Please excuse us.” Before you can even ask what he’s planning to do, Shigaraki whisks you away into one of the many balconies, gently closing the two glass doors behind you two.

“Tomura? Is something wrong?” You murmur, brows furrowed together. Shigaraki is quick to shake his head, reaching for one of your hands as he rests his arms on the balcony’s railing. 

“Not at all,” he mumbles, eyes fixated on the night sky. “I thought you looked exhausted and could use a break from all the noise and people.” 

“Oh,” you murmur as you step forward, and he feels the warmth of your body pressing against his. “That is very thoughtful of you. Thank you.” He hums in response, fingers tracing over your intertwined hands. 

“You look stunning tonight,” he says the words he’s been holding in the entire evening, feeling his heart race at the smile that grows on your lips. 

“You think so?” You step forward, hands reaching around his neck. “I’m glad to hear that.” He feels his face grow warm, head growing fuzzy at having you so close to him.

He clears his throat, hands gripping the railing. But before he could even respond, the glass doors swing open and the two of you quickly break apart and stare at Dabi.

“The kingdom is under attack,” Dabi’s hands are extinguishing icy blue fair, eyes narrowed. “We need you.”

What? Shigaraki’s mind is racing but he rushes forward, gloves quickly disposed of. He glances back at you and then at Dabi. “Take her to the safe house. Immediately.” He rushes off before you can stop him and though regret begins to bubble in his stomach, he ignores it as he runs past crowds of retreating and screaming people. When did this happen!?

Then he sees them. A mass crowd of masked and cloaked individuals, each of them bearing deadly-looking swords and daggers. There are already a dozen bloody bodies on the floor, and the sight makes his stomach twist. Those bodies are his people. 

He rushes forward; Twice, Spinner and Toga somehow finding their way to him. Twice’s daggers are already unsheathed, Spinner’s katana drawn out and Toga leaps and dodges past the attackers, her small knives already embedded on some of their falling bodies. 

“Find me their leader!” He shouts to Twice and Spinner who quickly nod. “They’re not leaving alive.”

· ─────── ·

Shigaraki’s body is aching and protesting as he storms forward, eyes narrowed on the kneeled individual. But he can’t stop now, no matter how much he wants to. He has to finish this off and return to you- he has to make sure you’re safe. His mind hasn’t been able to get off you, hoping and praying that Dabi is keeping you safe. He doesn't know what he’ll do if you aren’t.

Strangely enough, there’s no one else in the room. The individual, a middle-aged man with a balding head, stumbles backward, eyes widened.

“Look what we have here,” Shigaraki clicks his tongue, digging his nails into his palms. “A filthy traitor.”

“Shigaraki? It’s just me. What are you talking about?”

A sharp laugh escapes his lips, bitter and rough. He’s had enough of this. Shigaraki is tired of the worries that burden his shoulders, of the fear of losing you every day. He’s going to put an end to this. He’d rather kill himself before letting anyone harm a single hair on you.

“I’ve had enough of you and your games. You’ve been putting my kingdom at risk, my people. Do you know how many of my people you murdered today? Usually, I’d take my sweetest time on you, torturing you until you’re begging for death, but you’re not worth my time.” The man doesn’t even have time to sob before Shigaraki wraps one hand around his neck, and he stops breathing. 

Shigaraki watches as his golden touch spreads across the traitor's body and watches as his face is forever framed in an expression of terror and pain. It's an expression he's seen far too many times in his life. So why does his heart feel so heavy? 

His heart's racing a thousand miles per hour until it drops to the bottom of his stomach. His tunnel vision begins to clear, illusions and tricks quickly untangling. 

You. The statue of your body stands a few feet away from him, face frozen with fear, a tear trailing down your cheek. Your arms are outstretched, hands raised in surrender. What? 

No....he thinks. It can't be. No, no, this doesn't make sense- he touched the traitor, the bastard that dared attack his kingdom. Then why is he staring at the face that captured his heart? Where has gone the man that he turned to gold? 

“No, no,” he's scrambling around, gently and carefully holding your statue, hands trembling as he cups your golden cheeks in his hands. He needs to do something. This can't be happening, he would never do this to you- you can't leave him! No, no, he needs you. You can't do this to him, you can't leave...

But then he feels his father behind his shoulder, and the man sighs as he squeezes Shigaraki's shoulder. He’s too distraught to even think about when his father got here. 

“She was a distraction. Y/N was getting in your way of conquering the Yueei Kingdom.”

Shigaraki hears everything and nothing. His ears are ringing, hands trembling as he drops to his knees. He feels numb, yet feels the aching of his heart. He can't speak, can't utter a single word but feels the screams that are lodged in his throat.

“I asked a witch to place a glamour spell on her. I know you wouldn't have done it if you had known it was Y/N,” and the man rubs Shigaraki's shoulder, in a faux attempt of comfort. “My son, you have always been....compassionate. This is a weakness of yours. If you allow it to fester your soul, you will grow weaker. The Kingdom of Midas will be in ruins. You will be overthrown as the king. You don't want that now, do you?” Shigaraki has no strength to respond. He's staring down at the floor, at your dress and heels that have been turned into gold. Shigaraki can barely focus on his father’s words when blood roars in his ears and when his chest hurts so much he almost doubles over. 

“Do not worry, my son. I will have more women for you, women far more enticing than Y/N. And remember,” Shigaraki is returned to reality when he feels his father's arms around his trembling form, feeling as heavy and trapping like a pair of chains. Trapping him in a life without you. As tears fall across his cheeks and the last bits of Shigaraki's heart are shattered to pieces, his father's next words echo in his head. 

“In the end, you have no one but me.”

Shigaraki forces out a bitter laugh and it feels quite fitting for the occasion. His heart is aching so much he feels like he’s going to die while his father's words are burned into his memory, just like the sight of your fear-stricken face and your golden body glinting in the sunlight. 

A/N: so... how was the angst? 😃 LMFAO i hope i didn’t mischaracterize shigaraki too much!! writing this two-piece work was HUGE and it took me months... so please REBLOG, comment, follow + like! <3 It helps me a lot :’) 

[pervysenpaix]

Has anybody been thinking about PrimeAlpha!Kirishima ? Who’s a 6’10 walking tank, muscles so large and defined they’d make the Olympians weep? Who’s razor sharp canines are so long that he can never fully close his mouth ( hence the constant smile) ?Who still hasn’t found a mate because he’s so intimidating and his cock is so fucking huge that all the nice Omega girls run away ? The only people brave enough to fuck him is gold digging baby trappers and well Alpha!Bakugo from time to time. And he’s starting to feel like he’ll never have someone of his own until he meets you ?Because I definitely have and I’ll tell you about it if enough folks wanna know 🫠

[2-dsimp]

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Monster rule 101: Don’t move the Scarecrow

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Scarecrow! Hawks x fem farmer! reader

Cw: Humiliation, impact play, slight degradation NFSW, monsterfuxking, exhibitionism, M! Oral receiving

🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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You always felt as if you’re being watched.

Every since you’ve inherited the farmland passed down from your great grandparents. You’ve began experiencing weird things as of lately, such as not being able to do much farm work. Since the trivial chores we’re done way before you even managed to get your hands dirty.

But the thing that creeped you out the most was the old scarecrow stationed in front of the cornfields, Keigo was it’s name. You had nothing against the scarecrow as it did a good job of warding off any scavengers trying to steal crops, but what weirded you out was that it looked more like a man rather than a doll made of straw. A handsome one at that, however it’s eyes were like a hawk always fixated on you no matter where you went.

Giving you the absolute chills, there’s also the fact that tomorrow was Halloween. You we’re easily skittish by things you deem scary, so it was only natural that you sought to remove it from its rightful post. And place the strawman somewhere that wouldn’t distract you from your work. It wouldn’t mind right? It was just a scarecrow after all…

If only you’d had read the warming label on his hat that said “DO NOT MOVE”

“Hey lil farmer did I tell you to stop?”

Keigo snickered,

As he watched you struggle with watery wide eyes that teared up every time he shoved his straw woven cock into the back of your skull .You swore that by the end of this you’d have splinters, lodged in your throat. Isn’t this thing that’s currently dickin itself down inside your mouth a scarecrow? He’s literally made of straw so how is it that the weight he’s applied on the back of your head so strong?? Honestly you should be beating him up for messing up your hair that you’ve spent so much time through broken rubber bands on creating the big cute curly puff ball pulled back into a ponytail.

“That’s it keep sucking me off just like that baby and maybe I’ll forgive you for moving me from my post, since it’s apparent you don’t know how to read warning labels ”

You had no energy to be offended by that offhanded remark as Your mind became rattled whenever he’d forcefully pumped his long golden straw dick. That slipped alongside your slippery tongue, as he rotated his hips against your plush soft lips. Whilst smashing his crotch to your nose and slapping his big straw ball (sacs?) Underneath your chin covered in saliva.

‘Can a scarecrow even come?’

A careless thought, popped up in your muddled mind.

And as if to answer your question, keigo hunched over gripping your head with both hands as he jerked roughly into your gaping throat hole with a satisfied groan escaping from his lips. You were soon blasted with gooey cum that tasted like grass and wood dust, the taste was an acquired one so you pushed at his thighs to breathe life into your fucked out lungs.

But with the sadistic way he stared down at you from above meant you either swallow or choke on his dick. You had half a mind of choosing the latter but you didn’t wanna die from getting dicked down just yet, especially not by some damn cheeky scarecrow.

“This is no good, I can’t have ya getting distracted like this miss farmer”

Keigo tutted, sensing your reluctance to swallow his seed as he pulled out his thick straw dick to slap it meanly against your forehead, cheek, and puckered lips. Smearing his murky precum with the consistency of gunk all over your face with each bouncy slap. Making you feel like a common whore with each resounding smack of his unnatural cock against your flesh.

“Did ya forget where we are, sugar lips?”

That one question, snapped you back into the cruel reality that had you on your knees pleasuring that crooked scarecrow. In the middle of the cornfields, half naked due to your overalls being pulled down exposing your dark nipples and breast to the cold autumn air. Not to mention the fact you were doing adult acts outside of the comfort of your home, with little trick or treaters in their cute costumes racing from door to door for free candy.

Then it clicked, You could be spotted out in the open with only the cover of the tall corn as your only solace. And be deemed as a crazy woman for fornicating with this damn scarecrow who could pretend to play dead as an inanimate object, should you be found. Keigo licked his lips at the look of fear on your face, and smiled devilishly down at you when you realized you were at his mercy.

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Should I do a pt2 👀

[clarrissanewt]

Hand Holdings and Epilogues

Pairing: bakugou katsuki × fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, pro hero!au

A/n: I've watched this ten times, but noooo, it's not good for my heart:`(

Even after so many blissful years into marriage, there was one thing even you were afraid of when it came to a sleeping Katsuki.

Sighing lightly as you closed the door, your eyes locked with the wall clock; Katsuki would definitely be asleep. Making a mental note of teasing him to be a 'grandpa' at 28, you removed your shoes, momentarily flicking your toes to ease out the tedious strain from the patrol.

You walked into the kitchen, smiling at the note of 'i'd be sleeping, dumbass' on the fridge, that was scribbled in perfect dynamight style, and you planned, in hushed peachiness, that Katsuki will not blast you today. At least you think he won't...talking about which, you remember clearly how he almost blasted your face when one month into your marriage, you had gently caressed his sleeping figure, bending forward to give a good night kiss when...boOOM.

You blamed this to be his hero instincts, but somehow, some part of you hated not being able to confess your undying love to his undying blasty nature.

Shaking your head at the next two years of Kaminari broadcasted roast of how Bakugou imprinted an insignia of his amour on your palm as you had shielded yourself from the unplanned explosion, you tip-toed into your shared bedroom, finding an obviously sleeping Katsuki, wrapped in a pink blanket that Mina gifted you both on your last anniversary. Your side of the lamp was left on, which highlighted the raw edge of his jaw and the contradicting, yet lovely chubbiness of his cheeks.

Dabbing your fingers on your hero costume mindlessly, you crouched in front of your husband, an airy smile on your face as he reminded you of all the soft moments he had just for you.

You sucked in a breath and gently brushed his hair, finding the lack of lines on his face ethereal as the light of the lamp formed a faux halo behind him. You might have lost yourself in the ceaseless sight of your husband when fingers were wrapped around your wrist.

Shit.

The red behind the eyelids were so intense that you wanted to quip a 'sorry!' and rush to the washroom, and the straight line of his lips didn't help you anyway.

With quiet movement, your hand was peeled off his hair and katsuki smiled at you, his fingers slithering between yours as he encased your palm within his larger ones.

"Sorry, I disturbed you," you closed your eyes as his thumb grazed over your skin, soothingly and unhurriedly.

"Tch, how was the patrol?"

"Eijiro said he missed you," you laughed at his mock disgusted face, as you leaned into his touch, your forehead placed against his while he hummed at you.

Despite whoever he was in the past, you knew Katsuki deserved a soft epilogue. Dipping your head low, you gently kissed him on the lips, which he reciprocated lazily.

"I love you."

"Yeah, yeah, gross, shitty woman," you playfully chuckled into his neck as he dragged you into the bed. "If brat wakes up again, I'll blast you."

[wwwcapricorncom]

Their Favorite Places To Have S♡ͤx With You- With Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, & Sero.

ᴄ/ᴡ: 18+/ ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ/ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ/  ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ. ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ɢᴀɢɢɪɴɢ. sᴍᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴏʀᴀʟ. ᴀɴᴀʟ. ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ. sǫᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴛᴇᴍᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏ. ᴄᴏɴ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ.

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪᴅᴇᴀ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴇʀᴏ sɴᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ! ʙᴄ sᴇʀᴏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʀᴏᴛ.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ.

ʟɪɴᴋs: ɴᴀᴠ+ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ/ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ/ ᴀsᴋ ʙᴏx

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴡᴏʀᴋ- ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴘᴏᴄ! ғᴇᴍ

unedited :p

Izuku

♡ He loves taking you on the couch.

♡ It makes him feel adventurous and it's so sensual to him.

♡ He’ll make sure it's sensual for you too trust me, he's feeling daring whenever you guys start to feel each other up on the couch.

♡ When baby boy becomes a pro hero I like to believe he's uhhhhhhhh prettyfuckinnasty.

♡ Soooo he’s maneuvering you however he wants and he’s vocal!!

♡ He likes the shocked breathless look you have while he’s taking the lead.

♡ “Come here puppy, yea just like that that's perfect. You’re spread so perfect for me!”

✐ “L-like this Zu?” You’re stumbling over your own words as you spread your legs open for the muscular man. He had since pulled you from your sitting position on the couch, so that your back was on the cushions now, your legs hanging off of the edge until he decided to tell you to spread them before him.

“Yea just like that that's perfect. You’re spread so perfect for me puppy.” He's praising you as he gets on his knees, hips leveled with your sopping cunt. He was excited because it had been a while since you two have fucked anywhere but the bed. He didn’t even waste time undressing, instead he pushed his jeans and underwear below his throbbing cock before grabbing it in his hand.

He was about to go in, one look at your pouting face was already enough to tell him that he had made you wait for too long. Your pussy makes him think otherwise though as he looks at it in its dripping exposed nature and freezes. He dips down quickly and kisses your folds sloppily before sitting back up and smacking his cock on the lips, “Zu! Fuck!”

“Sh sh sh baby I know. I’m gonna fuck you right now. Not gonna make my pretty girl wait any longer.” He coos as he starts to push inside your slippery brown folds and your mouth is gaping instantly, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He always makes sure that you can feel every inch of him going in and it always leaves you breathless no matter how many times you take him. No sooner is his hips coming flush with the bottoms of your thighs and ass. He places his rough hands on your sides so he can start bringing you to match his thrust and you’re nodding, mouth still ajar as you egg him on.

“I always love when y-you fuck me!” You coo, squeezing your legs in your hands as you try to hold them open for him and he’s moaning, furrowing his eyebrows as he continues to get swallowed by your walls.

“You feel so good baby, oh fuck!” His groans, throwing his head back as he begins to bring you to his thrust more violently and your quivering, feeling him finally smack into your gspot.

Your right hand slips from the hold on your thigh and finds his prominent ass cheek where you grab, so you can push him back inside you not wanting him to retract his hips all the way.

“F-fuck y/n!” He gasps, the action making him grind repeatedly into your gspot which makes your walls constrict around him.

In a flash he’s standing up and grabbing you by the waist so that your lower half is up in the air, the only thing touching the couch is your head and shoulders blades which makes you squeal.

He looks down at you, eyes low as he squats a bit to quite literally drop his cock into your pussy, “agh- Zu! It’s- oh my fucking god-

You’re gasping at the new angle he’s hitting, eyes crossing as he continues to slam his cock into your walls with the brute strength of his legs and all you can do is sit there and take it. Just when you think it can’t get any better, his thumb starts rubbing tight circles into your clit.

You’re babbling now, “pls don’t stop!” Spills from your lips repeatedly only sparring him to multiply the intensity of his actions. The new position has you soaking and spasming so desperately that he knows he won’t last.

“C’mon puppy cum with me- w-wanna cum with you!”

He’ll eat that dripping pussy that’s oozing his and your fluids in the same position before flipping you around. He can’t get enough of that dazed breathless look you have as you allow him to pull you through orgasm after orgasm.

Katsuki

♡ This whore.

♡ He lovesssssss anywhere he can bend you over.

♡ *Runner up thoe is in the bed, still in doggy as he smashes you into the mattress under the weight of his huge ass body*

♡ Point blank period, seeing that ass ripple against him is something that personally makes his mouth water.

♡ But all in all he likes to torture you when you’re in this position.

♡ His favorite out of all the surfaces he’s bent you over is the sink in the bathroom.

♡ He’s in ultra dom mode like this regardless.

♡ No matter what you do to defy him he always dishes it back tenfold in this position.

♡ “You’re makin uh fuckin’ mess!”

✐ “Go ahead whore, fuck into me, see who taps out first!” He growls into your ear which makes you whimper as you continue to thrust your ass back into his sharp, erratic thrusts.

You’re abundantly aware that you fucked up. You were acting like a brat all day and when he finally got his hands on you it was in the very position he loved to do so much. Not only did he love to degrade you when you were bent over, taking him so helplessly, but he loved that you two could watch through the mirror.

In efforts to turn the tide and gain some leverage against him, you started to throw your ass back against him. At first it caught him off guard, but fuck did he love it. It was like a mission to him and you just made it all the more provocative.

Your actions just made the fucking all the more brutal too as he tried to get you to come undone before him, “my g-god Su-suki!!!” You begin to whine and he’s scoffing, rolling his eyes as he smacks your ass hard.

“Already can't take it?” His hands squeeze at your sides as he pistons forward, the steam from the shower you were supposed to turn off when you got out of it, is making you both sweat. The muscles in his legs are starting to burn and he knows you’re not doing any better.

You shake your head defiantly, stabilizing yourself by putting your hands just below the mirror, it aiding you to push back into him with more power and he lets out a stuttered groan. Your pussy is so drenched that he is parting them with ease, meeting your spongy core with vigor that has your legs trembling.

“It’s fuckin’ cute that you think you’ll win, babygirl.” He groans, collecting your hands and pinning them behind your back as he uses his other to rub at your clit.

“AH! No-ot, not fair!” You moan as your eyes screw shut, your thrusting gets weaker and he can feel the power of your orgasm starting to approach.

“ ‘s not my fault that you're sucha slut. That you like this shit.” He growls against your skin, having started sucking and biting marks into it to distract himself from the clenching of his balls. His fingers pick up speed against your clit as his hold gets tighter on your arms when you start to squirm.

The force of his thrust makes you buckle forward, him aiming at your gspot more roughly and you give out with a squeal. You're cumming hard, creaming all around his cock and he makes sure to point it at, “You’re makin uh fuckin’ mess!” But it's breathy and slurred because he loves the sight of your creamy pussy dirting his cock.

He’ll take the fingers that were rubbing your clit and hook them in the side of your mouth, pulling so that your tongue has no choice but to loll out as your cheek is stretched to the side. All the while, he continues to thrust into your trembling walls, fighting the contractions, and overstimulating you.

You're garbling out pleas for him to slow down because you can't handle how good it feels and he's sadistically making you focus on your debauched figure in the mirror while saying shit like, “Whats that baby, sounds like ya got somethin’ in your fuckin mouth!”

Make sure he reels a squirting orgasm or at least another really good one before he fills you up. Won’t stop him from stuffing his fingers down your throat and telling you to not talk unless “you’re ready to tell daddy who's the best.”

Shoto

♡ Okay so I strongly believe that he likes the bed ofc.

♡ He's a proper gentleman ofc ofc, but here me out…

♡ I think he gets a big ass kick whenever you guys can have sex on the table

♡ More like whenever he can get you sitting at the edge of the table while he is standing and thrusting into you.

♡ He loves that he's close to you, but boy oh boy

♡ When he gets you to fully lay down on the table???

♡ Goes dumb because he loves being able to look at you, cutely sprawled out. It mimics missionary in the bed to him.

♡ He adores you so ofcccc he likes to look at you.

♡ “You look so beautiful darling, are you feeling that good?”

✐ The way you look up at him, mesmerizes him every single damn time. He does think that he has a problem because the way you look at him when he's making you feel good is enough to make me do anything.

That’s why he's become such a fan of taking you in any way possible as long as he can see that face, those cute glassy eyes as he slips his warming cock past your glistening floods until he bottoms out.

“T-the table isn’t hurting you right baby?” He asks through his grunts, worrying about the flesh of your ass on the edge of the mahogany table.

“Gosh you're so hot worrying even when you're insid-

He’ll rip a gasp from you then by how erratic his next thrust is, he can't help it when you say shit like that. Makes him realize how nasty he is being, taking you on the table he eats at, that you eat at, that his guests eat at.  By the way you are looking, you must be thinking the same thing and it's arousing both of you.

His hands will grab needily at the side of your ass while your legs are thrown over them so as to have you almost leaning back, relying on him as he looks down at you. His own eyes gradually become lower and lower as he loses himself in you.

“H-harder Sho, want it harder!” You’ll moan out and he'll nod obediently, pushing you so that your back comes flush with the cold table top, making you squeal as he starts to thrust into you harder. He never seems to miss your gspot, no matter what, you're sure he can find it even by accident as he beats into it like it's his own personal toy.

Your tits bouncing sporadically, up and down your chest as you lurch upwards along the wood because of how he stands on his tippy toes to try and be all in you- as deep as possible. You love when he gets like this, so hell bent on pleasuring you that desperate little moans and groans are tumbling out of his mouth.

He quickly swipes his hair out of his eyes so that he can continue to watch you drip on his cock. He knows when you're close. Your velvet walls always pulse the same way when your orgasm is coming fast and your mouth always falls open enough for him to easily run his thumb across his.

It must have been because he was so damn hot already, but he was definitely heating you up inside as well via his quirk and it took him a minute to realize it- too lost in the heightened emotion in your face.

“You look so beautiful darling, are you feeling that good?” He asks as he studies your face contorting into a higher level of pleasure, drool starting to collect at the corner of your opened mouth.

“You’re doing so good!” You'll desperately pant, knowing he loves the praise. It brings out the nasy in him and this is proved when he takes his thumb and swipes it across your full bottom lip. In the same emotion he collects the spit from the corner of your mouth and licks it from his finger. He loves the shocked look on your face before you start rolling into your orgasm.

“Baby I didn't even get to play with that pretty clit yet.. Can I still?”

Sero

♡ Ughhhhh i’ve had Sero brainrotttttttttttt chileee anywaysss

♡ I think this charming fucker would def love car anything

♡ Car sex

♡ Car head

♡ Car fingering

♡  A N Y T H I N G

♡  It's just something about the tight space that he loves. Pulling you close to him and wrecking you in any way possible.

♡ He likes that he can park somewhere pretty too!

♡  I just see him loving to prop his phone up and pull you into his lap and record while he goes to town.

♡ “You like this huh babygirl”

✐ Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as Sero pointed your face in the direction of his recording phone, he wanted you to look into the camera, fingers caressing your chin.

“C’mon pretty, pay attention to us, we look so good don't we?” He coos, smirking as your glassy eyes try to focus on the video he was making instead of the stretch in your ass.

He was buried balls deep inside your tight ass as he spread you open for the camera, toying with your clit, as you rested your back against his chest.

“I’m t-too stuffed Hanta! Youre filling me too m-much- fuck!”

Your shaky sentence is cut short as you feel him twitch inside you, you were suctioning him like crazy, so the micro action is enough to send you trembling.

He had pushed into you a while after he pulled you into his lap, but hadn’t moved since. You didn’t know what was driving you more crazy, the lack of friction or the long intrusion.

“My god you're leaking all over my lap, beautiful, my pants are gonna be ruined.” He states before letting out a low whistle. Impressed by the arousal he's gotten from just cockwarming you while slightly toying with your clit.

“Hanta!”

He chuckles, eyes low from the joint he just smoked and the tightness enclosing his cock, before finally giving your pussy some attention. Long, slender fingers that are freshly painted black weave through your sticky lips before light smacks are directed at your entire core.

You gasp as his other hand snakes around your waist, holding you in place as he nudges two fingers into your inviting entrance. As soon as they are fully inside you exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding while dropping the back of your head onto his shoulder.

He would scold you, but the way you're taking his fingers is mesmerizing and he's falling into the clutches of wanting to pleasure that pussy. He begins flicking his finger skillfully, interchanging aggressive flicks of the wrist with scissoring his fingers inside of you.

“Baby It feels so good. I-I- I want you to move!” You plead as you try to buck your hips to meet his flicking wrist, but his arm is still holding you in place.

“You think you can handle me stretching this sexy ass, hm?” He whispears into your ear before suckling your earlobe inside his mouth and you nod. He's glad too because he cock is ready from some action, balls filling with release at the feel of your velvety walls around him.

He brings a strong hand to your hip before he starts to use his feet to retract his hips from underneath you which effectively drags his cock out from your walls. He leaves just the tip inside, so that you can feel the ring of your ass being stretched before he rams it all back in.

The first thrust is enough to indicate that you will not last at all. He knew what he was doing as he continued to fuck into you while curling two fingers into your gspot. The pressure that is building within you is one that only Sero knows how to bring out and you're desperate for it.

You start bouncing on top of his cock while he continues to stretch your holes which has him groaning, “you like this huh babygirl, gonna cum already for me?” He can barely keep himself from going slack jaw as it feels like your walls will snap him in half with how hard you're sucking him in.

“You always make me feel so g-good!” You cry out tears trickling down your cheeks as you near the end of your rope, falling on top of his cock, legs having given out.

He takes over though, thrusting his cock into you while attacking your gspot with his fingers, “ fuckkk ‘tsss tight! S-show me how good I make you feel.” He doesn't have to tell you twice before you're squirting so aggressively around his fingers and on to his lap.

Sero takes his time and knows just how to make you gush.