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zippidi-dooda · 22 days

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Chapter: 1

2 - A Little Trip

"Who. The hell. Do you think you are?" An elegant, dark haired figure demanded, slamming open the door to your room.

He wore a stark white suit with long, shiny, leather boots and gloves. Many badges and jewels were pinned to his chest. They glistened under the moonlight. A flowing black cape dragged behind him as he took each thundering steps towards you.

His head was no longer held high and proud as it normally was. He was tense and clenched his fist, his jaw set tight.

His attitude was a large contrast compared to just moments ago when he was busy dancing in the ballroom. When he was blissfully unaware of your previous late night endeavors. Of your plans for tonight.

How he found out now, you didn't know. But it made your heart beat faster as panic began to settle in.

The only way he could have found out was through your doctor, though you had pleaded repeatedly that he didn't say anything about it to anyone.

And your doctor had never said a word about anything going on with you (despite who it was) before now.

He was trustworthy.

This man must have done something horrible to make him pour it out.

Or sent someone to spy on you.

You were regretting not leaving sooner.

"I'm . . . I am simply Y/N, you know that, Rias."

Rias let out a short laugh. "Ah, another of those wisecracks I love so dearly about you, Y/N. You're always so fucking smart about everything, aren't you?"

He stopped once he was in front of you and pulled you towards him.

He held your waist up against him with one hand while he squished your cheeks with the other. His grip was tight, enough to keep you from pulling away. It hurt and just got worse the more you squirmed.

"I'll tell you who you really are, okay, honey." He pressed a kiss onto your lips that he forced into a pucker. "You."

Kiss

"Are."

Kiss

"My."

Kiss

"Wife."

Kiss

"You do remember that, right? Cause I could never forget the day we were wed. How gorgeous you looked in that white dress, the happy smile on your face when we said 'I do.' I remember being so thrilled when I found out it was you I'd have to be marrying when I was a boy, and then finally getting to do it, finally being able to declare you as my own, I can't even put how great that felt into words. God, I love you so much Y/N. You're perfect for me, as I am for you . . . But you don't believe that, do you?"

You swallowed thickly. "Rias . . . I need to get ready for my leave tomorrow."

Wham!

Your cheek was met with the back of the man's gloved hand. It stung.

"Tell me, honey. When were you planning to tell me you were with child."

You squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth a few times trying to feel if your jaw had been knocked out of place. It hadn't. Just hurt a damn lot.

"Seeing how this is your reaction, why would I tell you?"

Rias laughed again, but it was eerily quiet. "If the bastard was mine, I wouldn't have to react this way, would I?"

You spoke quietly. "Just kick me out right now, then. Before anything is obvious. Your family name would be ruined if word got out."

"Our family name, Y/N," he stroked your bruised cheek tenderly. "I'm not happy about this, but I think I can forgive you one day. It sucks that I love you so much. Let's just act like this is our child; no one but you, me, and your doctor has to know the truth."

You squinted your eyes at him. "You're willing to keep it as your own?"

Rias smiled sweetly. "Of course. They may not be mine but they are still a part of you. I'll treat that part nicely. But just to keep people from finding out, we'll need to do something about the donor. So tell me, sweetheart, who was it?"

"Mom," Your son's voice broke you from your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I'm bored."

You watched him for a moment. He was laying on the floor in the hall, swinging his feet around randomly. A pout was set on his face.

"I am going to die of boredom. Really. You don't believe me but wait too long and I will. And you will be so sad about it and say 'why didn't I make him not bored when I had the chance?'"

You chuckled. "Oh really now. I didn't know you could do that. Let me watch you then and see how it happens."

"Mooom! No! You're supposed to make me not bored, not watch."

"Hmm. Why not go dig up some weeds then."

Lucas rolled onto his stomach and glared at you. "I don't want to do that. That's boringer. Can we go back home already?"

"I told you, sweetie, we can't go back there."

"But I don't wanna be here anymore. There's nothing to do. There's no people here. And Dad hasn't come back yet and it's been forever already."

You frowned. It had been four days since Malleus had showed up and Lucas hadn't stopped calling him 'Dad' since.

"Lucas, that man you saw was not your dad. And if you see him again stay away from him, you hear me?"

He blew a raspberry at you.

"Lucas. I am not joking with you."

". . . Ugh. Sor~ry."

You sighed. He had an attitude about it, but at least he apologized. You hoped he understood and actually listened.

You picked up the bag whose contents were now emptied in the cupboards. By now, you were almost completely out of food and needed to get more. You weren't too skilled at hunting and there wasn't much you could pick off the shrubs nearby, so you needed to take a trip to the Valley of Thorns.

You should have gone sooner, but you were honestly terrified of what would happen to you there. If you waited any longer though, you and Lucas wouldn't last long.

So you steeled yourself for the journey and stood up.

"Put on your shoes, let's go for a walk."

***

The mood was dour in the Valley.

The sky was dense with dark, thundering clouds, the people walking around on the cobbled streets shuffled along slowly and chattered quietly to each other, jumbled bushes of jagged thorns grew carelessly along the walls of the gothic style buildings, and tall, stone faced soldiers stood at every other corner.

No one seemed especially happy to be here.

Other than Lucas.

He was bouncing with excitement, pointing and smiling at each person who had a unique feature to them, like shimmering wings sprouting from their backs or large fangs that protruded from their mouths to name a few.

He kept trying to run up to all the interesting new people, all of which you figured were different types of fae, and you had to do your best to keep a firm grip on his hand.

If he wandered off and got lost here, you doubted the soldiers who found him would be kind. You couldn't let him get out of your sight.

"Lucas, shhh. You don't know these people, you have to be careful around them." You whispered leaning towards his ear.

"But Mom they all look so nice, they won't hurt me. Look, that one is smiling at me. Hi!"

Lucas waved happily towards the person he implied.

It was a tall, slender woman with scaly, pale skin, slitted, amber eyes, and long, light brown hair. She was indeed smiling at him. With a long forked tongue hanging from her mouth between two, pearly white fangs.

You tensed, not liking the look she was giving Lucas.

You nudged him in front of you. "Look I think that's a market up ahead. I'll get what we need and you can get one candy from there, okay? Just stay close to me."

"Okay!"

Not wanting to be here much longer than necessary, you moved quickly. Anything that looked unfamiliar you made sure not to grab but you actually found lots of food that you did know the names to.

The trip was going smoothly. Now you needed to to go to the front counter and hope you could pay with your money. If you couldn't, you could then try to barter the jewelry you wore hidden under your coat.

The . . . being . . . checking you out was short and stout and had large tusks protruding from their lips. They had black hair neatly tied back in a bun. Their bushy brows were curled down, over a pair of blue, feminine looking eyes, making them look angry.

You hoped you didn't make them snap at you.

"Excuse me uh . . . ." You couldn't tell if the person in front of you was a girl or a man so you didn't know how to address them. "Excuse me. Do you happen to accept this as payment?"

They snorted and snatched up the money you slid across the counter. They held it up to the light, squinting as they examined it.

After a second, they looked back and forth between you and the money.

"This is from Rourinville." They announced in a deep, guttural voice.

"Yes it is. Is there a problem with it?"

They took care of the change and began packing everything in your bag.

Thank goodness.

"You're a long way from home, girl. What are you doing all the way over here in Briar Valley?"

"'Briar Valley?' Isn't this the Valley of Thorns?"

They let out a squealing type of laugh. "That's just what everyone outside of here calls it. It's actual name is Briar Valley. It's not as horrible as everyone makes it out to be, so get those ideas out of your head. But one small slip up and you may find yourself in a dire situation."

"Yeah . . . Thanks."

"Will that be all?"

"Yes. Thank yo-"

"GET OUT OF THE STREET, SMALL CHILD!"

You whipped your head in the direction of the shout and your face paled when you saw what was going on.

Lucas had run off while you weren't paying attention and was now in the path of a large buggy bounding towards him. He was in a daze, just staring at it unmoving.

"LUCAS!"

Forgetting about your things, you sprinted as fast as you could towards him, hoping and praying with all your might that you'd get to him on time.

Before you could, a man jumped and tackled Lucas out of the way just in time as the buggy barreled past the spot your son once stood.

You slid onto your knees next to them and pulled Lucas into your arms. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your voice shook as you spoke.

"Lucas, oh God, are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh, my baby! Lucas you have to stop running off like that! If this man hadn't saved you, do you know what could have happened to you right now?"

"I-I'm okay, mom."

"Oh, Lucas you-"

"Are you this child's mother, Miss?" The man who saved Lucas shouted.

You looked up at him.

He wore the same black and green outfit with purple accents that you saw the soldiers on the streets wearing. He had hair that was short, slicked back, and pastel green, green/yellow eyes that looked down on you in what seemed like disapproval, and light skin.

You nodded. "Yes. I cannot thank you enough, sir. Please te-"

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself! If you had been by his side watching him, this wouldn't have happened! Do you know how often something like this happens? Never, because other people actually take care of their kin! If you can't even do the simple task of keeping your son safe then you shouldn't even be a-"

"Sebek, that's enough." A slow, calm voice interrupted. "She saw her kid in danger just now, she's must be shaken up."

This new person wore the same outfit as the 'Sebek' guy. He had medium length silver hair, unique light blue/purple eyes that were half lidded making him appear tired, and fair skin.

"Are you both okay?"

"Mhmm. Lucas?" You asked.

Your son was looking up at Sebek in stunned amazement, his mouth agape. "Uh huh. Thank you, sir . . . ."

Sebek 'humphed' and folded his arms across his chest. "You better stick to your mother from now on, kid! It does you no good to go giving her a heart attack! Both of you need to learn to pay attention to your surroundings, got it?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry. It won't happen again. Thank you, so much. Is there anything I can do for you as thanks for saving him?"

Both men held out their hands to you, helping each of you up.

"Just go home already, we're doing something for Waka-sama and you've put us behind schedule. Get out of here." Sebek turned on his heel and strode off.

The silver haired man sighed before walking after him. "Forgive him, he means well. Do be more careful next time."

You and Lucas stared at the duo as the walked away, until they were out of sight.

"The green one's so cool . . . ." Lucas began to smile and took hold of your hand.

". . . Yeah. C'mon, let's grab our stuff and head home."

"In Ruins" Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #“In Ruins”#x reader

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ordinalastronaut · 2 months

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From Now Until Forever

a/n : a little something I've had in the drafts for too long. Do I have other chapters? yes. Do the other chapters involve a dog? also yes. Will they be posted? no clue.

summary : Maria is trying to figure out how to live after a life changing injury. Natasha is there to help.

Other tags: established blackhill, mentions of injury/scars, self doubt, SHIELD agents still are as dumb as rocks, everyone looking to Maria for help

word count : 2.7k

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“No, I don’t want-” she sighed, looking up at the redhead who gave a slow, understanding frown.

“It’s not if you want it or not, Ria, it’s what you need,” Natasha outreached her hand once more to offer support, both emotional and physical.

Maria took another breath and glanced around the gym, it was early enough for only a few onlookers, but still too many. She shook her head once more and braced herself on her palms before pulling one leg up painfully, then the second with a little less pain, and smothering a wince as she finally stood up to her full height.

“See,” she tried not to sound too out of breath, “I’m fine.”

Natasha nodded once and went back to her own weights section, knowing Maria wouldn’t have this conversation right now. The brunette took the curl bar in her hands once more and began the set from the top, being more careful this time. And the next time. And the time after that. She would just have to be more careful.

It was the same thing she would berate herself after every fall she had for the last 6 months. Six months of desk work rather than missions with her team, 6 months of giving orders in the control room rather than boots on the ground, knocking down doors, and acing mission directives.

She missed it, she had been great at her job but the universe had other plans for her and decided to nudge her in the form of well-timed enemy fire and a 100-foot fall from a helicopter. It left her physically and mentally scarred with the right side of her body spasming at seemingly random times and a well-earned fear of heights.

She braced her core and pushed the memory aside, focusing on the burn of her bicep and the number of reps she had left. It was another 30 minutes (all without incident) before she and Natasha walked out of the gym and to their car.

“I think it’s a conversation we need to have again,” the redhead turned the engine over, opting not to look at the woman in the passenger seat.

“How would the cane have helped me in that situation?” she willed her fingers still and buckled the seatbelt after a moment.

“I’m not saying it would have, I’m saying with all of the work that you’re putting in at PT, you don’t… you don’t want to lose that because you had an accident at the gym,” Natasha chose her words carefully.

Maria decided not to respond as they drove back to their shared townhouse in the suburbs of DC. It was the first purchase they made after the wedding just over a year ago. It was three stories of unadulterated home.

“Hey!” Phil smiled as he locked the door to his own townhouse, the one that shared a wall with their own.

“You headed in already?” Natasha asked as she unlocked the front door.

It was a motion that left Maria with more jealousy than she liked to admit now that her hands shook at inopportune times. Times like when she was racing to get through the door and into the bathroom after a long day.

“Early bird and all,” Coulson shrugged.

“May gets back from her mission today,” Maria translated to her wife.

The redhead only hummed in response as she walked through the front door.

“Still want to grill tomorrow?” the brunette leaned against the railing of their porch.

It was warming up to be a wonderful summer, something that had kept Maria going while she was recovering from the accident. Her physical therapist had promised her to be back behind the grill by the time the weather was nice.

“Yeah, I’ll pick up the steaks after work,” Phil smiled broadly.

“Grab burgers instead!” Natasha called from the top of the staircase where she had already pulled off most of her sweaty gym clothes.

“Oh- right-” a flush of pink covered the man's pale features, “duh.”

The use of knives and forks simultaneously was still up for debate according to Maria’s hands and as much as she resented it, she knew Natasha’s suggestion was the right move.

“Thanks,” she muttered and began closing the door, “see ya.”

“Bye Ria,” Phil gave a wave and walked towards the shared driveway.

She waited until Lola roared to life to ascend the stairs, knowing Natasha would already be in the shower by the time she struggled to take off her own clothes. Sure enough, the sound of the shower hit her ears as she got to the landing. From there she twisted and turned, trying her best and biting back yelps of pain as she pulled each too-tight piece of fabric off her body. By the time she walked into the bathroom, she felt like she had just finished her second workout of the day.

“Warmed it up for ya,” Natasha winked as she exited the shower.

“Thanks,” Maria tried not to sound out of breath as she pecked the woman on the lips.

The way the warm water hit her body felt sinful. Slowly, tight knots unwound and she felt more like her old self as her body cooperated better with her. If she didn’t look down at the angry scars that riddled most of her right side, if she didn’t think about the accident, she could almost feel like it had all been a bad dream.

Of course, it hadn’t been a bad dream, it had been a day etched into her mind as reality.

She blew out a breath and carefully buttoned each button of her shirt, making sure that all were fastened properly before walking downstairs and sitting on the couch. As much as she resented no longer being able to pull her hair back perfectly, she relished the time she was able to spend with Natasha every morning while she did it for her.

“One day, you should let me have fun with it,” the Russian spoke from where she stood behind Maria, the brush moving easily through her hair.

“One day, I’m going to shave it all off,” the brunette teased.

“If anyone could pull it off, it’d be you,” the Russian planted a kiss on top of Maria’s head.

The two continued to get ready, Maria counting the morning (other than the fall) a success as she only fumbled while eating her eggs once.

“I swear it’s like they are trying to keep me from taking these,” she pressed down on the lid of the pill bottle once more and sighed as finally she was able to retrieve the tablets.

Natasha just shook her head and smiled.

The woman had been a godsend after the accident (and before it if Maria was being honest with herself). She had stopped going on missions for the first 3 months as Maria was in and out of surgeries and appointments. After that, she had only gone on one and it was because the brunette had begged her to return to work, worried that Clint would go stir-crazy if he was grounded without his partner for any longer.

Natasha cared for and loved Maria on days when the woman couldn’t open her eyes because of pain, and on days when she had locked herself away either due to the memory of the incident, or the realization that her life would never be the same. Every day the Russian showed up, and every day Maria appreciated her more. She didn’t pity Maria, she didn’t make her feel like something broken, she only helped her in the ways she could.

“Are you still on the power surge case?” The Commander popped the pills into her mouth and washed them down with a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, but Coulson said we might hand it off now that it looks like it needs more manpower,” Natasha reached over and took a sip of Maria’s beverage.

“What team?” She prodded.

“Don’t know,” the redhead shrugged.

“Bullshit,” Maria called without any real hint on if the spy was lying or not.

Still, she wanted to know if the case was going to be pushed to her old team. She had read the overview of the mission and it sounded right up their alley.

“Really,” Natasha shook her head, “now let’s go.”

That was all the tell Maria needed to know that it was indeed going to be pushed to her old team. Natasha never instigated their leave in the morning, if it was up to her they would roll up to the gates 10 minutes late every day.

The brunette didn’t push it and stood to her full height, wincing as her leg protested after being in the same position for the better part of an hour.

“Let me drive,” she instead smiled knowing damn well she wasn’t healed enough to drive Natasha’s Corvette.

“Not a chance,” the Russian laughed airy and bright as she grabbed her bag and the keys by the front door.

“One of these days,” Maria whispered as she pulled on her own bag and headed out the door.

As with most days, the brunette worked in her office only for a handful of hours before she was called into the control room to take command of a mission gone wrong. This time in the form of a squad infiltrating a trafficking ring that was much more active than originally assumed. The situation took hours.

Her hands were the first to go, shaking and spasming as she directed the team in front of her as hour two set in. She clenched them tightly and pushed off the feeling of pins and needles. By the time hour four passed, her legs were little more than bones keeping her upright. She favored her left heavily as the last of the agents made it to the extraction point.

“Great job team,” she spoke into the headset and to the people around her, “Ruiz go ahead and take over for evac.”

She turned, moving her body slowly as pain flared along the entire right side and into the left. The three stairs in front of her looked more like mountains to climb as she approached them. The first took a matter of seconds to ascend, the second a little longer. Frustrated by the speed she tried to take the third a little more quickly.

Her body, however, did not want to take it any faster and as pain shot up her leg, her foot clipped the top step and Maria Hill fell to the ground. The exhaustion of the day had taken its toll on not just her legs, but her arms as well and she was unable to stop her body from falling full force onto its side.

Agents were around her immediately, all of them talking quickly and offering hands. Her embarrassment was prominent as a blush covered her cheeks.

“I’m fine,” she tried to shoo them away, “I’m fine I just-”

“Commander Hill, here,” one agent called out.

“I can go get Coulson,” another offered.

Over and over they tried to help her but it was just an annoying buzz to the brunette whose body spasmed and felt every ridge and groove in the ground.

“Just give me a second!” she barked out as tears from pain started to form.

“Move.”

Fury’s voice was enough to send each and every junior agent scurrying away. Maria didn’t look at him as he crouched down next to her, leather and aftershave wafting off of him.

“Can you stand?” his voice was low and she gave a hesitant nod, “Let me help you.”

She didn’t protest as he used his arms to help her stand, bracing her body against his.

They walked, slowly, in silence until they got to his office door. He scanned his finger, then his eye, and waited for the locks to disengage.

“Here,” he helped her walk to his couch, dropping her softly on the cushions.

She used her left hand to massage open her right, unclenching her jaw and taking a sip of the water Fury offered her as soon as she could. Maria sat back on the couch, letting her head hit the wall behind her as she regained composure.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, trying to keep the emotion she felt out of her voice.

“Don’t go down this path. Not again,” he huffed from where he sat at his desk, “I don’t want you to apologize for falling, I don’t want you to offer your resignation, I don’t want you to tell me how much of a risk you think you are.”

“Nick-” she started.

“I mean it, Maria,” the Director fixed her with a stare, “you’re still my right hand, even if your own doesn’t work in the way it used to.”

She continued to massage her hand into cooperation.

“It’s after five. You want me to call Coulson or Romanoff?” Fury asked as he picked up his desk phone.

“Romanoff,” Maria answered as she finally regained control of both hands.

Ten minutes later, there were two quick knocks followed by a third.

“Yeah,” Fury called for the Russian to enter.

“Hey,” Natasha greeted them both, her bag and Maria’s already over her shoulder.

“Have a good weekend,” the man dismissed them both, “ice your ankle and your shoulder Hill.”

Maria waved him off and offered to take the extra bag from her girlfriend who batted her hand away. Neither of them talked on their way back into the garage, both knew that Maria wouldn’t answer any questions until she was in the promised safety of the car or better yet, their home.

“Did you see their changing the hours of the range?” Maria asked as they got into the car.

It was the not-so-subtle way of her telling Natasha she wouldn’t talk about what happened until they were home.

“Clint complained for 30 minutes straight before I reminded him that we don’t even use that range,” the Russian scoffed and climbed into her car.

“Sounds about right,” Maria shook her head and reached over her body to use her left arm to buckle herself in.

They were barely in the front door before Maria leaned heavily onto Natasha as the redhead carried them both into the living room. The Commander sucked in a breath as her body finally found the rest it had been seeking for 6 hours. She wiped at the tears streaming down her face angrily as Natasha left for a moment, only to return with two ice packs.

“Spasm or fall?” her low voice was quiet from where she knelt in front of her wife.

“Fall,” Maria confirmed.

Natasha hummed in understanding, gingerly placing the two packs on where the brunette winced the most in pain. She took the pad of her thumb and softly brushed away the tears that still trailed down the woman’s face.

“It was a hard day,” the redhead said softly, “it’s okay to have hard days, Masha.”

Maria tilted her head back until it rested on the back of the couch, hoping the tears would subside if her face was no longer vertical.

They didn’t.

“I can’t do this forever,” she spoke barely above a whisper, “I can’t keep living like this. Every day I’m afraid I’m going to fall and that I won’t-”

She shook her head as her voice broke.

“It’s only been 6 months, my love, things will get better,” the Russian ran a warm, calloused hand over her arm.

“What if they don’t? What if this is my life?” new tears welled in her eyes.

“Then we will find ways to make it easier, together,” Natasha promised her.

“I don’t deserve you,” she tilted her head to look at the woman next to her.

“I know,” the Russian joked as she planted a kiss on her wife’s cheek, “now, what are we having for dinner?”

Maria took a deep breath, sat up straight, and watched as Natasha sauntered into their kitchen. She was right, no matter if she continued to struggle with her injuries for a month or a lifetime they would work through it. Together.

#blackhill #maria hill #natasha romanoff #marvel #phil coulson #nick fury #Natasha Romanoff is a good wife #yes you read that correctly #wife

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 6 months

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Ask Devils Pokemon AU-Issei likes to cook for his girls either for a date or after the fun ;). Same for girls he has fun with on their travels. Even just a kiss gets his chef instincts going. Probably in hopes of impressing the women enough to make them come back for more action, but none of them would complain.

I'm sorry this took so long my friend.

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Rias Gremory let out a slow exhale of disappointment from her nose as she slowly realized that she was indeed awake, despite how comfortable she was in bed and how warmly her bed’s covers were with how they were loosely draped over her. She unfortunately had to accept that she wasn't getting back to sleep, despite her best efforts to do so. So with a little effort, Rias opened her eyes and sat up in her bed.

As her upper body lifted up from the mattress, the layer of soft, dark purple sheets slid off her body to reveal her naked body. Her wonderful breasts bounced slightly as the soft sheets slipped past them. However, Rias didn’t seem to care in the least and just let out a sigh as she stretched her arms up over her head, unintentionally pushing her large chest out even more as she did so. Her eyes focused on the sunlight coming through the row of five massive windows on the outside wall of her room. They shined in only at the foot of the bed and middle of the room, and she was thankful for the curtains that were drawn over two of the closest windows that blocked the sunlight from hitting where she was in her bed.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the brightness in the room after she blinked the remaining sleep out of her eyes. She lowered her arms down and was about to step out of bed when something in the sunlight caught her eye more specifically. An elegant looking white dress laid on the floor, reflecting the sunlight that landed on it like freshly fallen snow. The sheer brightness of it is what caught Rias’s attention. When she saw the dress, all of the memories of the previous day came rushing back to the red haired beauty, and a serene smile spread across her lips.

The previous day, Issei had stormed into the Gremory ballroom and challenged Riser to a Pokemon battle in the middle of their 'wedding ceremony' (it was more of a party before the actual wedding where Riser got to brag and show off Rias as his soon to be bride) in front of both of their families. Riser arrogantly accepted simply because he fell for Issei’s taunting and the subtly goading from her brother. It was all his idea to have it held in front of an audience and even televised, all to further “humiliate” Issei in front of the whole region, not just the nobles invited to the party. He really wanted to “put Issei in his place like the peasant he is.”

Then Rias remembered the look of sheer despair on Riser’s face after he lost to Issei in the pokemon battle. Issei’s Shelgon and Charizard somehow emerged victorious against a member of the unbeatable Phenex family and his Fire-Type pokemon.

Despite all of the odds that were against him, Issei had won.

He had saved her from a future of being a trophy wife to a sleazy noble that only cared about her family’s influence… and her body. She had finally just resigned herself to her fate, not thinking that she could avoid it any longer. But Issei never gave up hope for the both of them.

He had triumphed, Standing victorious at the end with his Shelgon and Charizard. And his Charizard even Mega evolved! Rias had been speechless, and all she could do in the moment after Issei was declared the winner was run to and hug him in sheer joy and gratitude.

However, when her father brought up the fact that she was engaged to HIM now to Issei, Rias quickly thought of another way to show Issei her gratitude. She had kissed him and expressed how she felt about him. After all their traveling and adventures together, Rias had indeed fallen in love with the perverted, stupid, honest, noble, brave, idiotic man. And it felt so good to finally get it off her chest.

And Issei had been very happy to hear it as well. After he’d woken up from passing out that is. Thankfully, he was still in Rias’s arms when he did so he didn’t fall completely and hurt himself.

After he fainted, the group thought it best to go somewhere more private because the stadium was still acting hysterical. They all left, heading to Rias’s home to celebrate Issei’s victory for the rest of the day. They definitely didn’t let the earlier ceremony’s preparations go to waste.

That night however, had been even more wonderful. Rias had decided to show Issei just how grateful she was, as well as just how serious she felt about their new engagement.

She reaffirmed that she meant what she said. She did love him, with all her heart. And now she was happy to show him.

It had been… honestly, pretty awkward. At least at first it was. They were both new to sex so just getting close to each other, knowing what they were going to be doing, was nerve racking for the both of them. But neither of them stopped. They started with kissing, as that was simple and they more or less knew what to do.

Then they moved onto feeling each other, letting their hands wander and explore each other’s bodies. Issei was more than happy to move on to this step, as his hands seem to have a field day with her chest, not that Rias complained. In fact, she enjoyed it quite a bit. Issei, while very excited and barely able to contain it, was very skilled with his hands. The way they held and cupped her admittedly heavy (and sensitive) breasts was quite impressive for Issei’s first time. Also, Rias really didn’t have any room to complain when her own hands were freely feeling up Issei’s muscles, and then soon his very hard member.

After they fondled and explored each other’s bodies and mouths for several minutes, they were both eager to finally go all the way. They regrettably broke apart, both of them panting and blushing, and the two of them got up off the bed and began to strip. Rias undid her white dress, the same one she had despised when she put on earlier that morning in preparation to get married to Riser, and let it fall to the floor around her. Issei ripped off his own clothing much faster, tossing the articles off to the side, all while staring at Rias while she finished removing her black, satin underwear.

Rias remembered staring at Issei, and him doing the same to her, but with his silly, perverted smile. That smile faltered though when she approached him, nervousness replacing his glee. Rias had thought it was rather cute actually. She decided to take the lead and helped him relax, telling him that he was doing fine and looked wonderful as she led him back to the bed.

They crawled back on the bed, Rias laid on her back looking up at Issei, and helped guide him between her legs. She slowly took Issei’s hand with her own and told him to go ahead when he was ready.

Issei hesitated for a few seconds, but he squeezed her hand, and slowly pushed his member into her.

Rias’s breath hitched as she remembered the feeling. Issei’s cock had felt so right in her. His thrusts were slow, but because of that she felt every inch of him~. And she was soon moaning right alongside him. Even after he came, he kept going, making sure that she got to get off as well. Then his thrusts soon got faster and harder, and Rias’s moans got shorter and louder. Soon after that, they became the most pleasurable screams Rias had ever made!

They decided when they finished they weren’t done and went for a round two, then a third… and a fourth…. and then an eighth. And finally a 12th. After 12 big loads from Issei and orgasms from Rias, all in different positions, the two finally collapsed. Rias, as she remembered that she had been riding on top of Issei, fell forward next to him and let exhaustion take her to sleep.

Rias couldn’t handle it anymore, the memory of how amazing and fulfilled she had felt while Issei was inside her last night was too much. She slowly began kneading one of her large breasts in her hand as the other trailed south, stopping perfectly on her crotch and beginning to rub herself.

As she was about to look over to Issei, to ask him to help her in “scratching her itch” as he called it, Rias heard a brief knock on the bedroom door before a voice, Issei’s voice, called out from the other side. “Hey Rias, uuh can I come in?”

Rias’s hands quickly moved away from rubbing herself and down into the mattress behind her. She fought down her embarrassed blush at almost being caught pleasuring herself and cleared her throat before saying sweetly, “Of course Issei.”

The door opened and revealed Issei, hunched over for a moment behind the doorway before standing up and stepping inside. He closed the door behind him with his foot because his hands were full. He was wearing a pink bathrobe and carrying a tray holding several plates in his hands as he walked towards her. Before Issei even lowered it down to her on the bed, Rias could see pancakes, sausages, a golden omelet, two glasses filled with water and milk, and a bowl of mixed fruits. There was even syrup and a bit of whipped cream. Rias felt her stomach growl just a little as she saw the food placed in front of her. “Issei, what’s all this?”

Issei sat down on the edge of the bed as well next to Rias. “It’s breakfast. I woke up a while ago, but you were still asleep and I didn’t want to wake you, so I went to find the kitchen to get us some food. I was… pretty hungry after last night. He he he~.”

Rias rolled her eyes with a grin as Issei started with his signature perverted giggle. Even after sleeping together he was still the same perv. Rias looked down at all the food again and had to agree that she was also pretty hungry. And Issei was so much to bring the food to her she might as well enjoy it. “Well, thank you Issei” Rias picked up one of the forks and held it out to Issei. ”Let’s dig in then.”

Issei stopped giggling at that and looked a little bashful. “Oh, I already sort of ate. Sorry. After I found the kitchen I was… really hungry. We sort of… got pretty active last night ya know hehe.”

Rias smirked at him, putting the second fork down as she used her own to skewer a strawberry from the fruit bowl and bring it up to her mouth. She plucked the berry off the fork with her soft lips, sighing lightly as she began to chew the sweet fruit. It really was perfectly ripe. So Rias wasted no time before poking another one with her fork and popping it in her mouth as well. “Mmmmmm these are really good strawberries.”

“Yeah I thought so too. I have to say, this mansion is insane!”

Issei went on to passionately rave about the Gremory estate. How many rooms there were for countless different things. The decor that somehow seemed to change throughout the home, but always had an air of regalness and definitely didn’t seem cheap or fake. And how he got lost a few times just on the way to the dining room and then the kitchen. But then something Issei said made Rias stop right before taking another bite.

“Honestly I don’t really blame your chefs for being so hesitant to let me use their kitchen. I probably didn’t look too competent when I wandered in there. Thankfully they still let me use their stuff while they kept an eye on me.”

“Wait… why were you using things in the kitchen?” Rias resumed popping the food off the fork and into her mouth after asking.

“Oh! Well… to make breakfast for you.”

Rias paused mid chewing to look at Issei. She swallowed the portion of omelet in her mouth as she continued to stare at Issei. “You… you made this? All of this?” She gestured to the whole tray on her lap, everything on it having bites taken out and looking at least somewhat eaten.

“Well… yeah. It just sort of felt like a good thing to do. Wasn’t really sure how to start the morning off after what we did last night. Also I… sorta just wanted to. I really enjoyed last night. Felt like I should give you something as thanks.”

“Issei, you don’t need to thank me for what we did. I wanted to do it with you, and it was wonderful for me too!”

“I know, I know, that isn’t what I meant. I just don’t know how else to say it. I… really loved last night. I never thought I’d actually manage to bag an absolute babe like you, so… it was just really awesome.”

Despite how crass and plain that might have sounded to another woman, Rias could see Issei’s cheeks lighting up and his sincere, goofy smile. She knew he was being as honest as ever, and that made his words mean much more to her. And she wasn’t another woman, she was the woman that loved this quirky man in front of her.

Rias put down her utensils and moved the tray off to the side of her bed out of the way. She shifted on to her hands and knees and slowly crawled her way over to Issei on the edge of the mattress. He heard her moving and turned to look at Rias, where he saw her smiling brightly right before her lips captured his. She tasted like the syrup and fruit she was just eating, or at least her tongue did, Issei wasn’t really focused on anything other than that at the moment.

Rias didn’t stop there either. She kept crawling forward and soon had pushed her newly betrothed onto his back, her tongue still dominating his mouth. Only after she had fully straddled his waist, not caring in the slightest that she was still completely nude, did she pull back a few inches for a breath. Her face hovered over his, staring into Issei’s eyes with pure affection. And Issei was very caught off guard at seeing it. Sure, he’d been really into the kiss, but looking into her eyes now, he saw the same look he saw in them the previous night where she had confessed to him.

“Issei…”

“Y-yeah?”

A beat of silence filled the little space between them, during which the anticipation of what was about to come was building relentlessly in Issei. It only grew faster as Rias cupped Issei’s cheek with her right hand.

…

“You’re a pervert.”

Well… that was not what he had been expecting. However, Issei had to admit that Rias’ comment wasn't completely out of nowhere, as after she said that he did realize a certain stiff problem he had. One that Rias was ever so slightly brushing back up against with her rear. That was probably what she was talking about. Issei was very thankful that he’d thought to put on boxers under the bathrobe he’d borrowed, otherwise it’d be much more… visible. “Oh… yeah.”

“You’re also a silly, kind, brave, honest man… and a hero. My hero. You’ve given so much to me and have done even more. I’m glad you’re the man I fell in love with.”

Again, not something Issei had been expecting. “O-oh! U-uh wow… thanks Rias!” ‘Great response numb nuts! Say something else!’ “I-I uuh, I’m glad I could be the one as well!”

Rias giggled at Issei’s stuttering and his face growing steadily more and more red like a pokeball by the second. For as big of a pervert as he was, he could be so cutely innocent when it came to genuine affection sometimes.

Speaking of being a ‘big pervert’, Rias supposed it was finally time she acknowledged the stiff hardon Issei had gotten. Like she HADN’T noticed the thing that’d been poking her ass for the last two minutes? After how many times it was in her last night, she definitely could recognize the feeling of it against her soft ass cheeks.

Rias kept smiling at Issei, but it had turned sultry as she thought of what she wanted to do next. She was still feeling rather hot and excited from her earlier masturbation that Issei had accidently interrupted, and why would she want to try and cool down now~? She moved her hand from Issei’s cheek to his chest, pushing open the bathrobe as she did, and trailed down his toned body.

She didn’t miss a beat either as her fingertips came into contact with his boxer’s waistband, nor wasted any time in pushing them down and slipping her hand onto the dick they’d been covering, causing Issei to let out a gasp that turned into a moan as her soft grip his shaft began to stroke up and down. She slipped off to the side out of her straddling of his waist to get a better angle to jerk off his cock. “You know Issei, you made this lovely breakfast for me as a thank you, but I also want to give you a special thanks as well. How about we pick up from last night? I don’t think I ever did give you a titjob in all those rounds we did after all~. What do you say~?”

Rias could definitely feel his cock pulse after she said that. And Issei’s flustered face turned into a familiar perverted smile. “Yes please ma’am!”

Rias giggled once again, her Issei seriously could be so predictable sometimes. And very cute~. “Well since you asked so nicely Issei, I guess I just have to oblige you~.”

Rias let go of Issei’s cock mid stroke and began to slink back, her massive boobs swaying as she did and captivating Issei’s attention completely and utterly.

However, right when Rias was about to wrap her soft pillows around Issei’s cock for the very first time, a voice spoke up that neither Issei or Rias were expecting, but both of them knew very well.

“My my, I guess you’re even more of a catch than I thought you were Issei. What with all the fun you two had last night and how you spoiled her this morning. I think I’m even more jealous of Rias now~.”

“AKENO!?” The two lovers exclaimed in unison, scrambling to separate instinctively in panic. Rias pulled up her comforter to her chest to hide and Issei was left to just struggle with trying to close the robe again. Indeed, the lovely raven haired ‘lightning queen’ was standing over by the closed door. She was standing with her arms crossed under her bust that rivaled Rias’, and had a knowing smirk. After they had separated and looked over at her, Akeno began sashaying her way over to the bed. She bent over and looked directly into Issei’s eyes and put the tip of her index finger under his chin to gently make him look at her.

“I mean, you two went for hours last night, it was pretty hot to hear. Plus, now I know just what you’re packing down there Issei. And now I see that I’d get breakfast in bed the next day~? Sounds perfect to me~.”

Rias seemed to get a bit indignant at what Akeno was implying. “Wait, what do you mean ‘you’ll get breakfast the next day’?!”

Akeno just kept smiling as she flicked her finger off Issei’s chin. “Well, just because you snagged him first doesn’t mean that I don’t still want to have my turn as well. Besides, from what I heard last night I don’t doubt he can take us both for quite the night~. I was sooo ready to barge in and join you both after hearing you two go at it. So Rias, how’d you feel about sharing? Let some others in on all the fun~? You aren’t the only one with your eyes on him~.”

Rias stood up before Akeno had even finished talking, no longer caring about her nudity. “Absolutely not! Issei is mine! He’s my fiance! And I refuse to ‘share’ him with any other girls! Even you Akeno!”

*Several months later*

In the forest near Mauville in the Hoenn region, Issei stumbled out of a massive red and black tent. Despite it still being early in the morning with a light chill in the air, he was only dressed in shorts, flip-flops, and a white t-shirt. His hair was a mess and he still seemed rather tired as he stumbled over to the middle of their campsite where there were several folded up tables, coolers, and cooking equipment. After a moment of setting the tables and portable stoves up with practiced ease, Issei began to open up the coolers and pull out ingredients. With everything set up, Issei got to work.

Over the next 30 minutes, Issei cooked away. Batter into pancakes, bacon and sausages were fried, fruit was sliced, and eggs were scrambled. And with all the food being finished up, the final bits of dew on the grass evaporated and a comforting aroma filled the campsite.

Almost like an alarm clock, the smell of food seemed to make the same tent Issei had come from stir again. The zipper slid open again and many more people poured out. Strangely enough, they all seemed to be of the female sex. Rias was first, followed by Akeno, Xenovia, and Asia were all ladies Issei knew quite intimately. The next three were relatively new ladies to Issei, but he still knew their names and remembered their own adventures they’d had together.

A short haired redhead sunglasses perched crookedly on her head named Zoey left the tent with a big stretch and a yawn. Another short haired girl followed behind her, but this one was a brunette and red eyes named Zinna exited the tent while finishing putting her cape back on.. And finally, as quite the contrast to the first two, a dark skinned mature woman with long, black hair with a blue streak in it named Shelly was the last to leave. She seemed to stumble a bit more than all the others and also seemed to be more disheveled. Her hair was wild, makeup a bit smeared, and the clothes she did have on look loosely put together.

All the ladies were also dressed in their own kinds of sleepwear and pajamas. However, aside from being a little tired, they all seemed to be in high spirits. Giggles flowed throughout the group as the chit chatted. Rias even let out a little excited squeal when Akeno got right up behind her and pinched her ass playfully. Xenovia stayed close to Asia and even hugged her on the way over.

The three newest members to the group did feel a little out of place, but given what they had all just done last night with everyone present and how welcoming they always were, they felt confident in joining in conversations with them.

The group of women reached the tables and all started grabbing available camping cutlery and dinnerware in the form of foldable metal bowls stacked for them to take. They all began loading up their plates with different foods, grabbed bottles of water or juice, and went to sit down at the group of tables set up, where Issei was already sitting down on an unfolded bench. His head was down resting on the table and he mumbled out a quiet “Hope you all enjoy…” as the women gathered around.

“Thank you for the food”, “Thanks Issei”, “Thank you Issei/darling.” A chorus of various forms of gratitude were said by everyone present and they all sat down and began digging in. Issei heard something landing on the table in front of him and he turned his head to look at it. A plate of food was being placed down by Rias, who stared down at him with a smile. “You need to eat too Issei.”

“Thank you Rias, but I’m too tired to eat.”

“Well, I’ll just feed you then.” Not even waiting for a response, Rias took a spork, stabbed some sausages onto it, then moved it down to Issei’s face. Issei didn’t even say anything and just moved to bite the food of the utensil. He began to chew, and let out a sincere, “Thank you Rias. Love you…”

“Love you too Issei.”

After a few minutes of them all eating and Rias taking time to feed Issei, they all seemed to wake up much more. Issei was finally sitting up and finished the last bits of food himself. After they were all done, the clean up began. The girls all began doing things to pack up the tables and utensils.

Asia, while gathering up empty bottles, approached Issei from the side and hugged him. “Issei, thank you for all the food, it was delicious like always. But you usually seem so tired after cooking for us in the morning. You don’t have to always push yourself so early in the morning to cook for us.

Xenovia started going around and gathering up all the dirty plates. “Yes, I agree. I think Kiba might have been right in deciding to spend the night with Tsubaki and Roxanne at a hotel. They’d have breakfast made for all of them, they wouldn’t have to worry about cooking for themselves.”

Issei nodded along. It was true that after such an… eventful night, getting up early and cooking for everyone sometimes drained him a lot.

Akeno, who was scrubbing dishes in a pot with water that was being provided from Asia’s and Shelly’s pokemon. “Well, I think it was smart of us to camp out here still. If you remember, they don’t usually get very loud like we do. So out here we could have all the fun we wanted without worrying about disturbing anyone else~.”

“Besides,” Rias scooted over to Issei’s seat and climbed into his lab where she planted a kiss on his head. “Issei’s food will always beat any hotel breakfast buffet.” Issei smiled and rested his head on Rias’s amazing bazongas, and she was more than happy to hold his head there and stroke his hair, letting him rest a little more. “Aaaaand were always so grateful for everything he does for us. We make sure to show him just how much when we get in bed together, isn’t that right girls?”

At this, all the females in the camp blushed to varying degrees, but some like Zoey, Akeno, and Rias herself also smirked knowingly.

And for his part, Issei was content to just snuggle into Rias’s chest even deeper. Had he known just how great of a thing cooking for girls could be, as a thank you or just because he did kind of enjoy it, he would have learned how to do it as soon as he hit puberty! Well, he knew about it now, and he definitely didn’t plan to stop anytime soon!

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title : h.js

word count | 0.8k

pairing | joshua hong (svt) x female reader

warning(s) / includes | brief alcohol mentions and consumption (please lmk if i missed anything!)

genre | fluff, established relationship au, ceo au

summary | in which your husband is all too happy to remind people of your new title.

a/n | not a request from my 1k event (i promise i’m working on them!!) but @joshuas and i were talking ab this and i had to write this before i forget <3 this is for u ria no anti <33

“Nervous?”

You adjust the gentle grip on your husband’s arm to avoid wrinkling his sleeve before flashing him a smile. It’s soft, elegant, but self-assured.

“No. Should I be?” you ask, cocking a curious brow at Joshua as you walk in through the entrance. “I’ve been to these events with you before.” The sound of your heels clacking along the polished tiles bounces off the walls, walls that are lined with exquisite paintings and sconces with bulbs that mimic the look of real candles without the fire hazard.

Joshua’s free hand reaches up to pat yours, the one resting in the bend of his elbow. “I know, darling, but you know how my associates can be sometimes,” you have to suppress a snort while he continues, “many of them weren’t invited to the wedding, I don’t want you to be overwhelmed by their prying.”

“I’ll be okay, Joshua. Don’t worry.”

He hums thoughtfully, twinkling dark eyes meeting yours as the corners of his lips curve upwards warmly. “Tap my arm three times if you want me to cut in.”

Ah, always so considerate of your comfort. You’re a lucky woman.

Your deep red gown swishes gracefully with your every movement, just barely kissing the ground as you spy the main ballroom just ahead of you. After yet another successful year of leading his company, your husband is celebrating by throwing his annual gala at a hotel whose name you’ll surely butcher, though he also insists it’s just as much of a celebration for you—after countless years of gruelling effort, you’ve finally gotten your doctorate, and to say your husband is proud of you is an extreme understatement.

You don’t know when you were passed a flute of champagne, but you’re not complaining. The cold beverage fizzes pleasantly on your tongue when you take a sip, and for a moment you’re so transfixed by the golden bubbles rising to the surface that you don’t notice one of Joshua’s closest associates approaching the two of you.

“Seungcheol, thanks for coming,” Joshua says sincerely, his face glowing with happiness as they shake hands in greeting. “I know how busy you are, so I appreciate seeing you here tonight.”

Seungcheol’s plump lips curve into a lopsided grin. “Ah, well, I wouldn’t miss any of your gatherings for the world, and congratulations on all the achievements this year. Really good stuff.” His eyes flit to you, then to your hand that’s tucked into the bend of Joshua’s arm where the new diamond band on your ring finger catches the light brilliantly. “So sorry I wasn’t able to attend the wedding, Mrs Hong, but I’m sure it was lovely.”

Unsure whether he was being sarcastic, you look over to Joshua for help. “We—”

“We would’ve loved to have more people,” your husband says smoothly, wrapping a protective arm around your waist. You resist the urge to shiver at the warmth from his hand, separated from your skin only by the smooth silk of your dress. “But we wanted to keep it small, just close friends and family. And actually,” you don’t miss the mischievous gleam in his eye when he glances over at you, “it’s Dr. L/N, now.”

Realisation flickers across Seungcheol’s face. “Ah, my apologies. Congratulations Dr. L/N, Joshua’s mentioned a few times how hard you worked for it.” You smile shyly in thanks, feeling Joshua rub soothing circles to your side with his thumb. “So much happy news tonight, I’ll have to circle back to you later to properly congratulate you both.”

Seungcheol excuses himself politely, and you watch with Joshua as he expertly weaves through the crowd with practised ease, turning back to your husband when his associate all but disappears from your sight, safely out of earshot.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, but there is a warm feeling that blooms in your chest at how pleased he sounded when he corrected Seungcheol. “I’m perfectly fine with being addressed as Mrs Hong. You probably embarrassed the poor man,” you scold lightly.

Joshua merely leans in to press his lips to your temple, his arm still keeping you impossibly close to himself. “Well, my lovely, beautiful, smart wife worked so hard for years and years to get her title, I think she deserves to use it.”

“Stop it,” you mutter half-heartedly as heat floods your cheeks at his praise, though your flustered reaction only makes him chuckle softly while the two of you move further into the room.

“I’m only stating the truth, darling. Now, are you ready for more mingling, Dr. L/N?”

As corny as it is, you decide to play along. It’s not your fault your husband’s so endearing, even in the cheesiest of moments that bring a slight grimace to your face. “As long as you’re with me, Mr Hong.”

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