#Prince Charming collab

[asahipleaseloveme]

On Golden Wings

Asahi x cursed fem!reader

Warnings: mention of parental neglect, but I think that's about it (let me know if I missed something)

Word count: 10.7k

Tag list: @sakhimeansfriend, @luri-isa (I had a tag list, but I can't find it 😢)

Author's Note: my piece for the Prince Charming Collab is finally finished! Heavily inspired by Shrek the Musical (lmao) and Beauty and the Beast. Thank you a million times to @sweetbambi for beta reading this.

This is my magnum opus.

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a king and a queen. They were blessed with a precious baby girl and a great period of happiness spread over the land. On the princess’s 10th birthday, an evil sorceress placed a curse on the girl. Her parents were so distraught by their daughter’s appearance, they tucked her away in the highest room in the tallest tower of the castle. However, no matter what they did, they could not lift the curse. It was said that only true love’s kiss could break the spell, but the king and queen were extraordinarily picky; they only wanted a prince to kiss their daughter.

Day by day, the kingdom grew into a deep despair. The king and queen sent all of their knights to every end of the earth, in hopes that they would find a prince suitable enough to break the spell. Every knight returned empty handed. The royal pair grew more desperate as the days went on. Eventually, the king and queen moved kingdoms, leaving their old lives behind. The castle is now abandoned and the princess is still said to be waiting up in the tower to this day. She -

“Asahi, that’s not how it goes. It’s a good thing your job isn’t storytelling,” Sugawara rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, what brought that on anyway?” Daichi asked.

The three boys were gathered under the willow tree right outside of their village. Daichi sat up against the trunk, Sugawara’s head was resting on Daichi’s thigh, and Asahi laid with his hands under his head staring up at the bits of sky he could see through the leaves. Asahi knew exactly why he was bringing this up to his friends. The responsibilities at home were becoming greater for all of them, and soon they would have to take up their families business’ full time and leave these carefree times behind them. He was worried about disappointing his family and his ability to start handling family business. He honestly had no interest in what his family does, and the few times he tried to help only resulted in more work for others. He’s brought up learning another skill that would better suit him, but his parents expressed their disdain for his idea. No matter what, it seemed that his parents were bound to be disappointed in him.

“I don’t know, isn’t it kind of sad that her parents just kind of gave up on her and left their daughter?” Asahi said.

“It’s just a fairytale, it never really happened.”

“Yeah, but what kind of message is that sending? If you don’t live up to your parents expectations they’ll just walk out on you? Or if you’re not beautiful people won’t love you? Or-”

Daichi threw a clump of grass onto Asahi.

“It’s not that complicated, Asahi. There’s no cursed girl stuck up in a tower. Besides, she’s probably dead by now anyway.”

“DAICHI!” Sugawara and Asahi shouted in unison.

“What? Fairy Tales happen forever ago. Even if this one was true, everyone from the story is gone by now.”

The friends grew quiet with nothing but the sound of leaves rustling through the breeze of the warm afternoon. Asahi was deep in thought, his brow furrowed when he finally broke the silence.

“If fairy tales were real, do you think I could be the one to break the curse? Do you think I could be the one to show her that someone out there cares about her?” Asahi’s gaze was fixated on a crow settling on one of the branches above him.

“You do realize that means you would actually have to talk to a girl, right? And then you’d actually have to convince her to kiss you?” Daichi teased.

“I..uh…y-yeah, I know,” Asahi blushed.

“Don’t worry, we can help you! Right, Daichi?” Suga nudged an elbow into Daichi’s side.

“Oww, yeah yeah. We’ll teach you how to talk to a girl without freaking out. We’re not showing you how to kiss, though. You’re on your own with that one, pal.”

All three boys laughed, reveling in the golden afternoon. Silence graced the boys once more before a cacophony of cawing crows and the vague sound of thunder off in the background caused the boys to heed caution.

“Ugh, stupid storm coming in. C’mon guys, we should probably head back so we don’t get caught in this,” Daichi suggested, being the first of the friends to stand up and stretch. He extended his hand to help Suga on his feet. Asahi sat up, with his arms hanging over his knees. He stared out into the forest.

“I’m going to go out and find that castle. I know it’s in the forest, I can feel it.”

“Oh no, the heat’s gone right to your head. Let’s go, you big softie. You need to rest,” Suga said.

Daichi and Sugawara both extended their hands down to Asahi to help him get on his feet. He grabbed their hands and stood next to them, still staring off into the forest.

“Hey,” Daichi’s voice broke Asahi’s concentration. “That forest is huge and full of dangerous things. You’re better off just finding a nice girl in town to save instead of this fictitious one that’s more trouble than she’s worth.”

Asahi could always depend on Daichi to snap him back to reality.

“Ha, yeah. You’re right. I’m glad I have you two to keep me grounded,” Asahi said as he placed an arm around each of their shoulders.

“It’s a thankless job, but someone’s gotta do it. Glad we can help you,” Sugawara poked Asahi in the side.

The boys laughed and shoved and poked each other while walking back home. Asahi took one final glance over his shoulder and that’s when he saw it; the castle sitting on the outermost edge of the forest in the far off distance. That was his sign. He knew that he had to go find out for himself if fairy tales were real.

Later that night, Asahi dug through his belongings and packed a bag. Daichi’s words rang through his head, but the call of the forest was a louder, more driving force. It felt as if there was an invisible string tied around his torso, and the more he resisted, the stronger it pulled. Something was out there. No, not something; someone. Someone out there needed him, and he was bound and determined to find them.

Asahi carefully and quietly crept out of his house and through the village. He left while the moon was beginning to set in the western sky. He stood at the edge of the forest and took a deep breath. He was careful to not light the lantern until he was into the forest, in case the light caught an early riser’s eye. Deeper into the forest he went, cautious of his surroundings. The shade of the trees from the sun was a wonder, but the cover from the trees at night was something he had not been prepared for. Every now and then, a moon beam would break its way through the canopy of tree tops providing a miniscule beacon of light. Asahi dared not look away from where his lantern was shining, for fear of seeing what laid in wait in the dark.

The sun finally began to rise and bring some light to the woods. Dew covered the plants and leaves, rays of sunlight glistening off of each drop. It was like thousands of tiny suns surrounding Asahi, lighting up his way. It was tranquil and quite lovely. Asahi had wondered if he had ever seen something so serene as this.

Asahi kept walking, and soon, his thoughts were getting the better of him. He thought about his family and what they might think of seeing him gone. Would they be upset? Would they come looking for him? And what about his friends? Chances are they would come looking for him. What if they all were right and there really was no princess stuck in a tower? What if he was just chasing a fleeting dream? Guilt and shame started to take over Asahi. If he turned back now, he might be able to make it back to the village by late afternoon. He would explain his silly idea and accept whatever punishment was deemed needed. He stopped, shoulders hunched, debating on what he needed to do. Should he go forward or turn back?

“I could really use a sign right now,” he sighed. At that moment, the ground beneath him shifted causing him to sink a few inches. Before he could react, the whole ground had opened up beneath him and he fell several feet into an underground cave. He covered his head to protect himself from the rest of the falling debris. With the sudden disappearance of the earth beneath him, the last thing he was expecting was to hear someone else’s voice.

“What the? Who…How did you find my underground cave?” a voice called out to him from the shadows. Asahi shook his shock from his face and stood up, dusting off his clothes.

“I’m really sorry. It was an accident, I promise,” he spoke toward the shadow.

“Are you alright?” the shadow asked, sounding closer to him than before.

“I think I’ll be alright. Nothing too bad. So, how do you get out of this place?”

“Well, you seemed to block the only way in and out,” you said as you finally stepped out of the shadows. Asahi’s eyes swelled to the size of apples. He took a cautious step back. Human voice, human face, but that was all that was human about you. Everything else, except your hands and feet, was covered in feathers as black as a crow��s. And peeking above your shoulders, Asahi could see your wings resting against your back.

“You…have…feathers…” was all he could manage to say.

“Yes, and you have a lot of hair on you,” you retorted.

“I…um…” he stepped back into a branch, knocking it over. Unbeknownst to him, that branch was holding up a major part of the ground above. More debris started falling, and the roof of your underground cave was beginning to crash down on both of you. You leapt forward, narrowly avoiding a falling clump of dirt from clipping your wing. The man you had just met, however, was not so lucky. A few pieces of falling ground had hit him on the head, and now he was being buried by the earth. It took you a second to process what was happening to him, and then panic set in. You needed to get both of you out of there immediately.

“Oh, great stars up above, you’re heavier than you look,” you strained as you hooked your arms under his, your wings flapping as hard as they could, trying to pull him up from the rubble of the cave.

“Please, Hairy man. Work with me!” you cried out, trying to save this person you hardly knew. Clumps of mud, dirt, and rock were falling all around you, closing the walls in, and making it harder to maneuver. By some stroke of luck, you were able to pull him out of the rubble and fly out of the opening from the newly collapsed ground.

You flew as far away from the spot as your wings would take you. You weren’t used to this much flying; you rarely used your wings. The lack of experience and the extra weight was becoming too much and you started to grow too tired. You were too high, and the landing was going to be rough. But you were not going to risk hurting this man, especially after all that you gone through to save him from that damn cave. You pulled him close to you and used your wings to wrap around his head and torso. It was a wonder that you were able to squeeze him as close to you as you did. You landed hard on your back, skidding a few meters until you were finally stopped by a tree. Your wings fell to your side and you let the man roll off next to you. The thud seemed to have woken the man up.

“Oi, welcome back to the land of the living, Harold.”

“Who-Who’s Harold?” Asahi rubbed the back of his head.

“I assumed your name was Hairy, because of all of the hair you have. The nickname Hairy stems from Harold, does it not? Therefore, I’ve decided to call you Harold. Is there something else I should call you?”

“N-no. H-Harold is fine,” he stared at you with wide eyes. “So, um, who are you and wh-where are we?”

“We are in the middle of the forest. You fell into the underground cave where I was residing, you got spooked when you saw me, you tripped over a branch,” you sternly stared at him, “knocking down the support beam I had in place, which then caused the whole thing to start to collapse. A falling piece of debris hit you in the head and other bits of rubble started to cover you. I was able to grab you and fly out before the whole thing caved in,” you hmphed and started to chuckle, “caved in. It was already a cave and it caved in. Kind of funny.”

“It’s not that funny. I could have died. You could have died,” Asahi said in almost disbelief.

“But you didn’t. I was able to get you out. You can continue on and do whatever it is that you were doing,” you stood up and stretched your wings out, wincing at the pain you felt at the base of your left wing.

“Hey, you’re hurt. It looks like you lost some feathers. Can I help-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you leaned against the tree. “It’ll heal up on its own in due time. I can walk to where I need to, anyway.”

“Where are you going?”

“You’re full of questions, Harold. If you must know, I plan on going to that abandoned castle in the middle of the forest. Actually, if you stand right here, you can see it way off in the distance,” you pointed.

Asahi perked up, “What? Really?” He stood next to you and squinted. “I knew it was real,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh, there’s this fairy tale about an abandoned castle and that’s actually where I’m headed, too.”

“What do you want with the castle?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“Now who’s full of questions, um, what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t. My name doesn’t matter. Just…call me whatever you want. I don’t care.”

He stood for a minute tapping his chin.

“Hm…well if you don’t want to tell me your name, that’s okay. But is it okay if I call you Karasu?”

“Karasu?”

“Well, that’s what we call the birds around my village. And your wings are very beautiful, I mean, they look just like theirs are, and-”

“If that’s what you want to call me, then I will answer to that.” You started walking in the direction of the castle.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“We’re not going to get any closer to the castle by standing here and staring at it.”

“But, you’re hurt. Maybe you should rest for a little bit. If you wait, I can try to make something for you,” Asahi followed you, but scoured the area for anything that he could use to help stabilize your injury.

“Don’t bother. It’s not worth it.”

“I can help y-”

“No, you can’t! Stop trying to help me!” you raised your voice in irritation, turning to the man. Wings spread, feathers ruffled, you were able to make yourself appear bigger than you actually were. Again, you winced at the pain that shot through you when you moved your wing too far.

Asahi furrowed his brow, “Why won’t you let me help you? There’s no shame in having someone help you.”

“I’m a monster. People don’t help monsters, and..and monsters only cause pain for people,” you stumbled over your words, your unwarranted anger began to wane. “That’s how it’s supposed to go, right? Monsters don’t deserve to be treated with such kindnesses. I don’t deserve to be treated with such kindnesses,” your voice cracked ever so slightly. You dropped your shoulders, and your wings tucked into their resting position against your back. Your eyes locked with the man standing next to you. There was a gentleness about him that calmed you. He did not look at you in fear or disgust; it was like he looked at you with understanding. It made you feel like you were burning up. Something inside of you grew warmer. You weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling.

“Ah, great stars above! Some of your feathers have turned gold!” He pointed. You tried to spin around to see what he was talking about, but to no avail.

“Pluck it out and show me!”

“B-but won’t that hurt? Won’t it affect your flying?”

You stared at him unamused, “Just pluck it, I’m already hurt, it can’t hurt any worse than what I already feel.”

Asahi delicately grasped one of the feathers at the base and pulled it as carefully as he could.

“Ow!”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry! I knew it was going to hurt. I’m so-”

“I’m only messing with you,” you giggled as you took the feather from his hand.

“Hm, this is interesting. What a lovely color,” you tossed it off to the side paying it no mind, and he looked very confused.

“Do you know what would cause it to change like that?” He bent down to pick the feather up and placed it in his bag.

“No idea, but I wouldn’t worry yourself with it. I’m sure they’ll turn back into the beautiful black feathers I’ve grown to know and love,” you shrugged your shoulders and continued on forward.

“Did you say that you were going to the castle?” he asked you after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“I did. You said you were also going there,” you paused for a brief second, a sudden urge of timidness flowing through you. “Do you want to team up and go together?”

Asahi stood and stared at you. He couldn’t quite place it, but he felt a strange comfort in your presence. You did save his life after all, and you didn’t have any reason to.

“Two heads are better than one, right?” He smiled at you. You were taken aback. The warm feeling reignited a little stronger this time.

“Well, no. I rather like having only one head,” you said in confusion.

“It-It’s just a saying. It just means that the two of us together is better than both of us being by ourselves.”

“Oh.” This was the first time in a long time that someone actually wanted to be around you. From what you could remember, most people fled from you in either fear, disgust, or a combination of both.

You had walked for quite some time, most of the time in silence. Silence always has a funny way of making time go by slower. As the sky began to turn from blue to orange, Asahi stopped and took a quick survey of the area.

“We don’t have a lot of time until sunset. I’ll gather some wood for a fire if you want to try to find something for us to eat,” Asahi suggested. “This should be fine for a campsite.”

You nodded in agreement and headed off to find whatever you could find. Some plants with berries, a few trees with extraordinarily large leaves, and a decaying log that had seen better days. The leaves could be used for ground cover and the log could be used for sitting. You grabbed what you could and rolled the log using your feet back to the campsite.

Asahi had begun to build a fire from the wood he had collected. After closer inspection, you only managed to find a handful of berries that were edible, and you decided that he should have them. He protested at first, saying how you could split them between you, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough for both of you. He reluctantly accepted the food and continued building the campfire. As you sat on the old log watching him, a mouse came dashing from a pile of dead leaves and scurried over your lap. It had startled you enough to evoke a high-pitched scream that seemed to echo throughout the forest. Your feathers were ruffled and your hands were covering your face.

“Is…is it gone?” you asked shakily. Every feather, from your head to your ankles, still tousled made you look like a fuzzy blob.

Asahi stared at you, trying to hide his amusement.

“The mouse? Don’t birds…I don’t know…eat mice?”

“I may be a monster, but I’m not that kind of monster! Mice are actually terrifying, Harold,” you slowly lowered your hands and carefully looked around the area to ensure that the mouse was gone.

“Here, let me take a look to see if it’s gone,” he stood up and began to scan the area.

“You don’t have to. The campfire is more important than a mouse. The sun is setting rather fast.”

“It’s okay, the campfire is almost ready. Let me make sure there aren’t any more surprise mice. Close your eyes just in case one comes out, okay?”

Asahi took a stick and used it to move any piles of leaves around your campsite. He looked in the old log and behind it. He even looked through his pile of wood, just in case one might have settled in there in the time you had chosen this area as your spot. Luckily, there were no more mice.

“You can open your eyes. I think that was the only mouse. But why don’t you hold onto this on the chance that we encounter another mouse,” he smiled at you as he handed you the stick he was using.

You nodded as he crouched back down next to the pile of sticks and debris he had gathered up. Soon enough, there was smoke coming up and a fire was started right before your eyes.

“Ohh, this is very nice. Warm. You have a real talent for making fire.”

“Nah, everyone I know can do it,” he said as he poked the debris on the underside with a stick.

“I can’t.”

“What? Really?”

You felt extremely sheepish. You had never understood how to make a fire and you’ve always been able to get by without. Your silence was loud enough to let Asahi know that you really did not know how to make a fire.

“Oh, it’s not a bad thing! I’m just amazed that you don’t know how to make one. What do you do for warmth?”

“I usually just stay cold.”

“O-oh. Well, I could show you. We can make a small one.”

He gathered some leaves, twigs, and sticks for you to use. He motioned for you to come over to where he was. You squatted down across from him in order to see everything he was doing.

“Okay, so the first thing you have to do is make sure that the area you use for the fire is clear and safe. So, we wouldn’t want to do this on wet ground or ground with a lot of dry grass. Dirt or rock is preferred. Then, we make a layer of dried leaves and twigs. We want dry leaves and twigs because they will catch on fire better. And then we position the larger sticks and wood on top of the leaves. This next part is tricky: Lighting the fire. So, I have a larger stick and a smaller stick. You take the smaller stick and push it really hard and fast against the larger stick. D-do you want to try it yourself?”

“Yeah, but I might need you to show me how you do it.”

“Okay,” he moved over next to you, “you’ll hold the smaller stick like this, and the larger one like this,” Asahi helped position the sticks in your hands. “And then you’ll just push down like this.”

He placed his hands overtop of yours and helped you find your rhythm. You could feel something bubble in your stomach and your face grew warmer. It’s probably from hunger, you rationed with yourself. He continued to guide your hands for a few minutes and then gently let go as you kept on. Soon, smoke began to come from the wood dust that had piled up.

“Oh, that’s good! Now what we want to do is put that smoking wood dust on top of our debris layer.” Asahi carefully guided you to bring the smoking debris and place it on your mini campfire. “It might take it a few minutes, and we’ll need to watch to make sure the smoke doesn’t go out.”

You stared intently at the smoke. It wasn’t doing much and it felt like ages waiting for something to happen. And then you could see it. A tiny little flame on the bottom.

“Hey, look at that! You did it! Great job, Karasu!” Asahi smiled as he congratulated you.

“Ahh! I did it!” You jumped up and clapped your hands together. You looked at Asahi smiling at you and that bubble in your stomach grew bigger and your face grew hotter.

“I mean…that was probably just luck,” your demeanor quickly shifted. You slumped your shoulder and dropped your head. “I probably won’t be able to do it again. Thank you for showing me, though,” you kicked some dirt over the fire to put it out. It was absurd for you to be so excited for something so small.

You trudged back over to the campfire and plopped on one end of the log. Asahi stared at your destroyed fire and then to your disgruntled figure. He didn’t linger too long and he took a seat at the opposite end of the log. Silence sat between you for enough time for the sky to turn from orange to pink to purple and then to a deep blue. The fire was popping and the crickets were chirping. Every now and then, Asahi would put another large piece of wood on the fire and poke it with a stick. A loud pop from the fire finally seemed to pull you from your thoughts.

“If you could be anyone, who would you be?” you asked, your eyes fixated on the golden glow of the fire.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“I mean, what would you be? What are you going to do with your life?”

“Oh. Well, I’m supposed to be training with my father to raise some of the livestock of my village. You train for a few years and then you get to do it on your own. And my few years of training are almost up. Which means I’ll be doing it on my own.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“It’s what’s expected of me, so yeah that’s what I’ll do.”

“Who cares what’s expected of you? What do you want to do?” your eyes peeling away from the fire for the first time since it’d been lit.

Asahi stared at the ground, shuffling his feet back and forth across the debris. You weren’t sure if he understood your question or if he was avoiding answering it.

“I’m expected to be a monster for the rest of my life. That doesn’t mean that’s what I want to do for the rest of my life. I’m not here to judge you, Harold,” you scooted closer to him.

“Azumane Asahi.”

“What?”

“My name is Azumane Asahi. And I don’t actually want to be a farmhand. I want to be a tailor and make clothes and goods for others. I even made this bag,” he pulled the bag on his back around to show you. You took the bag and looked over it, examining every fine detail there was to offer.

“You made this? I’ve never seen such craftsmanship! The embroidery, the stitching. Your talents would surely be wasted as a farmhand, Azumane Asahi.”

A red glow came over his face.

“I’ve never told anybody about this bag. They all assumed I bought it. Thank you for your kind words.”

“I really mean it! You should tell your family that you want to be a tailor! I know you could be the best at it, Azumane Asahi.”

“My friends just call me Asahi,” he smiled.

“Asahi,” you drew his name out slowly. “It sounds way better than Harold!” you smiled back.

“Is that all you want to be, Asahi? Or is there something else, too?”

“Yes…I mean, no? Wait, no, I mean…ugh, this sounds very silly to say out loud,” he said, a defeated look on his face.

“You thought being a tailor was silly and I can tell you that it is anything but. So, I’m sure what you are going to say is not silly. I promise.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “I want to be a hero. And not just any hero; I want to be the one to save the princess from the tower. I know she has to be in that castle all alone! I want to be able to break the curse for her. Even if she doesn’t love me, I’d still want her to know that someone out there cares about her and wants her to live her life without judgment. Ha, it’s kind of foolish to think, but I have the scene played out in my head. I make my way to the top of the tower, knock on the door, and come inside. I take her hands in mine and introduce myself. I’ll tell her that I’m here to rescue her and break the curse. Our eyes would connect and we would smile at each other before I finally take a deep breath and kiss her. I could give her the storybook ending that she deserves. A happy ending.”

He turned to look at you, a fierce determination in his face. The glow of the fire accentuated his features. He was celestial, and one of the most beautiful sights you’d ever seen.

“Are…are you crying?” He asked you abruptly.

You felt your face and, sure enough, it was dampened with tears. You weren’t even aware you had started crying.

“N-No! I’m a monster, remember? And monsters don’t cry!” you threw a twig into the fire and watched as the fire consumed it. For a while, the only sounds were coming from the crackling of the fire and the crickets in the grass behind you.

“You’re a once in a lifetime kind of guy, you know that, Asahi?”

He cocked his head and sat a little straighter as he waited for you to continue.

“You’re kind, smart, creative, helpful, handsome, a little heavy, and kind of hairy, but I think that can be overlooked. The princess would have no reason to reject you. I believe with my whole heart, or what’s left of it anyway, that you can break the curse.”

A deeper blush covered his face. “Thank you, Karasu. It means a lot coming from you.”

“______.”

“Hm?”

“I finally remembered my name. It’s ______.”

He smiled and nodded, “______.”

The moon had finally risen above the trees. The luminous, white object contrasted beautifully against the cetacean blue sky. The stars were sprinkling silver and gold throughout. If you looked close enough, you could probably make out a message they might have been trying to send you. But that would mean you would actually have to focus on something other than Asahi. Every time he’d catch you looking at him, you would avert your gaze to the fire. And every time you knew you’d been caught, the bubble in your stomach would expand. You tried to rationalize it. The feeling in your stomach must be because you were hungry and the heat in your face must be from the fire.

“______?”

The sound of his voice calling your name startled you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep the bubble in your stomach from bursting.

“Do we want to take turns sleeping? One of us sleeps while the other keeps watch. Who knows what’s lurking around the forest at night. I can take the first round of watch duty,” he offered.

“It’s okay, Asahi. You can sleep. I don’t really sleep much anyway, so I would be better suited to be on watch,” you countered.

He hesitated, his face scrunched in thought. He was probably thinking the best way to make sure you both got a proper amount of rest, because goodness knows you both need it. But the truth was that you had stopped sleeping a long time ago. Too many times you had woken up to a frightful situation that you were lucky enough to get out of. Rest only came to you when you could perch yourself on a branch far above the forest floor. But those times were rare. Staying low to the ground and hidden in the shadows had worked better for you anyway. Or at least it did, until Asahi shone some light on you in the shadows.

“Well, okay. Just wake me up when you’re ready for a break and then I’ll go on watch.”

“Will do,” you stand from your spot on the log as Asahi stares up at you.

“W-where are you going?” he asked as he mimicked your movement.

“To patrol the area. Unless you want me to watch you sleep,” you state, realizing that you wouldn’t mind watching him sleep even though it would be a little strange.

“Ah, no. You don’t have to do that. Just promise me that you’ll wake me up so that you can rest some.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved your hand as you turned to walk to the outer edge of the fire’s glow. You were stopped when Asahi’s hand connected with yours.

“I mean it. You’re still hurt and I know that resting will help it get better. And you used a lot of energy to save me. You need some rest. Please promise me that you’ll wake me so that you can have your turn of rest.”

You stared at his hand and then at his face. His features had a stern softness to them. It made you yearn to cup his cheek, just to feel how soft and warm he must be. But you held yourself back. A hand on his shoulder would have to work just as well.

“I will wake you when I’m ready for a rest, Asahi,” you smiled at him and patted the side of his shoulder a couple of times. He stared at you for a few more seconds, but said nothing else as you watched him go prepare a spot for sleep next to the campfire. He added a few more logs which helped to expand your patrol area before he finally laid down. He turned to give you one final look before you disappeared into the darkness. He wasn’t sure if it was the reflection of the campfire or his sleepiness getting to him, but it looked as though more of your feathers had turned gold. He would think about your feathers as he drifted off to sleep.

The early morning sun shone through the leaves of the trees and somehow all of the sun’s rays seemed to find their way right onto Asahi’s face. He sat up and held his head as he tried to blink away the last remnants of sleep that lingered. His neck ached from laying on the ground. How long had you let him sleep? Weren’t you supposed to take turns keeping watch? Soon, he was upright and irate. He scoured the area where he found you almost immediately. Sitting against a tree with a pile of flowers on one side of you and a generous mound of berries on the other.

“Ah, good morning!” you said as you stared up at Asahi.

“You promised you were going to wake me up so that you could have your turn to rest.”

“I don’t believe I said ‘I promise’. You looked very peaceful and I figured you would need all of the rest you could get. We’ll probably reach the castle by the evening and we can’t have you tired when you rescue the princess,” you paused, carefully sliding the mound of berries in front you and patting the open space next to you. “Here, have a seat. It’s not much, but I was able to find some more berries. I know, I know. You need more than just this. I’m sorry I’m not a better hunter,” you scoffed.

“Have you eaten anything?” Asahi’s anger had turned to concern.

“A little, but you really need it more than m-”

“You still need food, too. I’m not eating any of these berries until you eat at least half of the pile. I mean it.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why are you so concerned about my well being?”

“Someone has to, because you aren’t. Since we’ve met, you’ve spent all of your energy caring about me and my well being. You haven’t even thought about yourself. If you spend all of your energy trying to help others, you won’t have anything left of yourself. It’s not healthy, ______,” Asahi was tense, his body towered over yours.

“Oh…uh, sorry,” you said in a small voice, your eyes focused on the ground in front of you.

“Don’t be sorry…just eat the berries,” he said in a stern voice.

Asahi realized that your demeanor had shifted and he felt awful for making you feel anything but comfortable with him. He sat down next to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to come off so harsh. I’m very grateful for everything you have done for me out here. It’s just…hard to see someone as good as you to treat themselves with complete disregard for their own well-being. You are worthy of more than you give yourself credit for.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Deep down, you knew that he was right. And looking at his face glowing in the sunlight with the softness of a celestial being, you knew that you would cry. You couldn’t understand what he saw in you, exactly. Where did his words come from? You had worked hard for many years convincing yourself that you were a monster, and monsters don’t cry nor do they deserve nice things. You merely nodded, hoping that was enough of an indicator that you understood what he had said. The next thing you did was grab a handful of the berries and began eating them one by one. Soon enough, Asahi joined you in finishing off the food.

“What are you working on over there?” He asked in between bites.

“Flower crowns. It’s funny, I only just remembered I used to make these when I was younger. It’s a lot harder than I remember. It’s a good thing I don’t have claws or else these would be shredded.”

“Birds have talons, ______,” Asahi chuckled as he watched you struggle with the flower stems.

“Claws, talons, whatever, I can’t get this last one!” your brows scrunched together in concentration.

“Here, maybe I can help,” his fingers grazed over your hand and took the crown you were working on. He tied the stems together and looked pleased with himself for getting it so quickly.

“I make these a lot with one of my best friend’s little sisters. Sometimes, I let them braid flowers into my hair,” he chuckled. “There! I think I got it,” he said as he placed the crown on your head. It felt as if your heart would thump right out of your chest. An intense heat immediately rose from the pit of your stomach all the way up to your forehead. Before you gave yourself any more time to process this feeling, you remembered a special crown you had crafted.

“Oh, wait! I made this one earlier using all of the best flowers I could find. It took me a while, but I did manage to make this look the best,” you grabbed it and placed it on Asahi’s head. A crown made with white daisies, lavender, pink and orange strawflower, and a couple yellow daffodils. It looked full and serene, and it sat perfectly on his head.

“Oh, wow. It looks so wonderful on you!” your mouth hung open in delight and awe. “When you become the prince, I think this should be your royal crown.”

Asahi’s face was red in an instant. He began fumbling over his words and fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh, I didn’t even think about becoming a prince…I don’t think I could be-no, I’m not qualified…I mean, I-”

“Hey,” you placed your hand over his, “you can be whatever you want to be, remember? The only qualification you need to be a prince is to love the princess. And from the way you talk about her, I’d say you’re exceptionally qualified. Now, c’mon,” you squeezed his hand and stood up with him, “we better get going if we want to get there before the sun sets.”

As you turned to lead the two of you off on your journey once more, Asahi noted that more than half of your feathers were now gold.

“______, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Ah, I mean are your wings feeling okay?”

You extended your wings, moving them up and down, and flapping them a few times. Still a little bit of pain at the base of your left wing, but nothing that wasn’t manageable.

“They are feeling a lot better. Were you thinking we could fly there?”

Asahi waved his hands in an apologetic gesture, “No! I just wanted to see how they were feeling. Um, more of your feathers have turned gold.”

“Huh, how ‘bout that. So they have,” you splayed your wings, reaching in front of you. Sure enough, your feathers were turning gold, with only a few black feathers sprinkled throughout. “Weird,” you shrugged your shoulders and your wings returned to their natural position.

Asahi watched as you headed further into the trees. The sun peeked over the tree line and reflected off of your feathers in a beautiful fashion. The rays of light dancing with every movement you made. It was peaceful, and in a way, it made Asahi feel happy. For the first time in a long time, Asahi felt a sense of calmness wash over him. No anxiety, no worries, no regrets.

“You coming?” your voice broke his daze.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and met you at the edge of the campsite, where the two of you continued your journey through the dense forest. No words were spoken, but the silence between you was comfortable. Just being in the presence of one another was enough to keep you at ease. You wondered if this was what it might be like to have a friend; enjoying each other’s company even when you have nothing to say. Having a friend like Asahi could make all of the tribulations you’ve been through worthwhile. Maybe after all of this was over, he would want to be your friend. But your hopes were dashed. When this was over meant that he would get the princess; the girl of his dreams. Something you were not. He would become a prince and you were wise enough to know that princes killed monsters, they didn’t befriend them. A sob caught in your throat.

“______?”

“So, what is your princess’ name?” you asked.

“I…uh…don’t actually know her name,” Asahi admitted sheepishly.

“Oh. Well then how do you know so much about her?”

“She’s from a fairy tale that I grew up reading. Actually,” he ruffled around in his bag and pulled out a book, “I brought the book with me so that I could try to find any little details that might help find her.”

“Okay, let’s hear it. Give me all of the details,” you cracked your knuckles.

Asahi flipped through the pages of the book and finally found the story he was looking for. He started reading and the story sounded very familiar to you. But the more he read, the angrier you became. He finished and your feathers were puffed and ruffled.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” he asked you so earnestly.

“I’ll say. That’s not even how the story goes.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“First, a sorceress doesn’t just come curse a 10 year old for no reason. The king and queen never wanted their daughter; they wanted a son. They tried giving up the fertility of their land for a son, but it wasn’t enough. So, they decided to trade the life of their daughter for the life of the son they wanted. They promised the young princess that she was going to be a big sister, and she was so excited. She was willing to do anything to be a big sister to a baby brother. Only then did the sorceress place the curse on the girl. She was locked away, because now her physical appearance matched how the king and queen actually viewed her; a disgusting presence not worthy of love. Once the king and queen had their precious baby boy, they left. They got what they wanted and they left to start another kingdom, their daughter left in that tower with no one. All she ever wanted was to feel the love of her parents and she did what she could to make them happy. And her reward was to be forgotten.” Your anger turned to sadness.

“How do you know all of this?” Asahi asked as he looked at you with great concern.

“I-I’ve been around for a long time,” your eyes downcast, trying to remember why this story sounds familiar to you and how you know what happened.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Now she’ll go from having no one to having both of us.”

“Both of us? Oh no, Asahi. Not me. She’ll take one look at me and scream. Most people do. After all this, I’m better off just remaining by myself, receding back into the shadows and being forgotten. I can continue being the monster that I’m supposed to be,” you give a half-hearted smile.

“But you don’t have to do that. We can still be friends after all of this,” he stopped walking.

An exasperated sigh left you. “No, we can’t. Princes and princesses don’t mix with monsters. You’ve read enough fairy tales to understand that.”

Asahi was growing angry. Not at you, but at your words because he knew they were right. The monsters in his fairy tales never made it to the end of the story. They never got a happy ending.

He grabbed your hand, “Well, we can change that. This will be a new story and we’ll make our own ending. One where we’re both happy.”

You smiled because you wanted to believe him, but there was a lingering thought in the back of your mind that slipped through past your lips.

“I’ve never known happiness, I don’t know what I’d do with it.” A gentle squeeze to his hands and a pitiful smile spoke more words than anything else you could have said in that moment.

“______…”

“C’mon, we’ve got to keep moving. We’re getting close.”

The line of trees ended and nothing but dead, dry land was laid out in front of you. Everything was as you said it was. There was no way any plant could grow and thrive on this land. The only living things now were you and Asahi. The birds wouldn’t even fly over this area. And in plain view up on a nearby cliff was the castle that the two of you had been searching for.

“You know I just realized…you never said why you want to go to the castle,” Asahi stated carefully.

“Hm, yeah, I guess I didn’t. Truth is, I want to destroy that castle.”

“Excuse me..what?”

“Yeah, it’s an eyesore. Every time I see it, a strong feeling of hatred and disgust builds up inside of me. So I figured that tearing that building down stone by stone might make me feel a little bit better.”

Asahi stared at you in utter shock.

“I’m not gonna tear it down while you’re in there! I was going to wait until you were done, obviously,” you scoffed.

“Why do you hate it so much?”

“I don’t know. But the closer I get to it, the angrier I get at seeing it’s stupid walls,” you tripped on a rock in front of you. Asahi rushed to your side to lend a helping hand, but you put up your hand. There was a reason you hated this castle, and you couldn’t remember why. But maybe, Asahi would be the reason to actually like the castle.

“I know there’s a reason why I hate it, so maybe I’ll remember once we get there. You are actually helping me remember a lot of things from my past, Asahi. Thank…you,” his face was down next to yours, closer than it’s ever been. You might spend the rest of your life wondering how it was he could look at you like that and not with disdain. How could he look at you with concern? With respect? With…love?

“What are friends for?” he asks as he takes you by the elbow to help you to your feet. “We’re almost there.”

The castle was massive with clear signs of neglect. Beautiful grey and white stones weathered from the passage of time. Bits of the outside walls were crumbling, other areas were overgrown with vines, the only life that seemed to be growing in this forsaken place. The wooden doors of the entrance were barely hanging on by their hinges, most of the wood rotted leaving a hole large enough for a person to walk through. The castle had a few towers, but the tallest tower sat on the outermost edge of the cliff, a single window at the top facing away from the rest of the castle. You told Asahi to wait, you could scope out the tower and see if there was a safe way for him to get to it. Taking flight, you hovered ever so slightly off of the ground while you scoured the area to find any possible entry ways from the outside.

“It seems the only way to get to the tower is by going through the inside of the castle,” you stated as Asahi stared up at the tower.

“Well, then…we better be careful going in there,” his attention fixated on you now.

“I-I don’t think I can go in there,” you started. “This is your moment, not mine.”

Silence between the two of you was almost second nature at this point. But this was not the comfortable silence you’ve become accustomed to. This was a quietness where words were sitting on your tongues, desperate to be said, but neither of you were brave enough to speak.

“Asahi?” you were the first to break stillness. The bubble in your stomach that you had been trying to get rid of came back with a vengeful force. Staring at your feet, you couldn’t bear to look at the man you’ve grown used to for fear that what you might say may have irreconcilable consequences.

“Yes, ______?” His voice was soft and steady. His gaze was tender and poised. If only you could see yourself as Asahi saw you. Then maybe you could be a little nicer to yourself, give in to those positive feelings, tell him how he’s the first person to see you for who you are and not the monster that you’ve been made out to be, tell him how you could love him and maybe he could love you too.

“I was wondering…um…I-I was wondering…”

“Yes?” He awaited your question, his thumb and forefinger gently tilting your chin so his eyes could meet yours, see if he could help answer your question even if you don’t say a word.

“Would you…what I mean is…could you-” cutting yourself off, you plucked one of the golden feathers from your wing.

“Here, take this. As something to remember me by,” you sighed, a half-hearted smile and the feather was all you could offer.

“Oh…uh…of course. Th-thank you,” he graciously accepted.

A chuckle escaped your lips. “You’re still wearing the crown I made for you. It really does look good on you,” you hum as you try to ingrain his image in your head.

“It only looks so great because you made it,” a hint of pink covered his cheeks. You were really going to miss him, but there was no one better suited to live out the fairy tale ending than him.

A faint noise from the far off distance caught your attention.

“Wait, is that…”

“Asahi! Asahi!” the voices were calling. Two men on horseback were riding at full speed across the barren field. They reached you in mere seconds, their bows drawn, anger and worry apparent on their faces.

“D-Daichi? Suga? What are you guys doing here?” Asahi asked in disbelief.

“The whole village is looking for you. But we kind of had a good idea of where you headed off to. We’re so glad that you’re okay,” Sugawara said, a sense of relief filled his voice.

“Yes, we’re glad that we found you and that you’re okay. But, it’s time to go home, Asahi. Carefully walk over to Suga’s horse,” Daichi said, his gaze and bow pointed at you.

“What? I can’t leave now, not that we’re so close. This is it. The castle. I have to go inside. I-I have to see if the princess is in there…and then I have to help tear this place down.”

“What?” The two friends and you all said in unison.

“______ helped me to get here and she’s helping me achieve my dream. And then I’m going to help her tear this place down.”

“Asahi, that thing is a tengu. It’s only tricking you! It’s probably going to hurt you in that castle! Please, just climb onto Sugawara's horse and I’ll make sure it doesn’t follow us.”

It had been a long time since you had been threatened like this. Which was one of the reasons you tended to find caves and crevices to hide in. You were paralyzed with fear, not knowing if you’d be able to outfly the arrow. But soon, your view was obscured by the silhouette of Asahi. He stood tall in front of you. He wrapped his arms behind him and held you firm. He pulled you closer so that you were flush against his back. “It’s okay” and “I won’t let anything happen to you” was what he whispered to you as he stared at his friends.

“Daichi…Suga…I’m going in there and ______ is coming with me. If I’m not back in a short while, then you can come in after me.”

“Asahi, we trust you, but we don’t trust that thing. We can’t let you go alone with it,” Sugawara tried to get through to Asahi.

“She’s not an ‘it’. I trust her just as much as I trust you guys. She saved my life. She didn’t have to, but she did. She may look like a monster, but she’s anything but. She’s given me reason to believe that the princess is up there. Please, let me do this.”

Sugawara and Daichi exchanged looks, but ultimately eased up.

“Ten minutes, Asahi. And then we’re coming in there,” Daichi huffed.

“Or if we hear anything; shouts, crashing, maniacal laughter…we’re coming in there,” Sugawara added.

Asahi nodded at his friends and turned to you, his hands still holding you.

“I need you to come in there with me. I know you’re scared and this place gives you the creeps, but trust me.”

Looking in his eyes so full of passion and honesty, you knew that he would never lead you wrong.

“O-okay,” you managed to squeak out.

He went through the hole in the door first and held his hand to help you through. A few steps into the halls and a sharp pain shot through your head. You paused for a brief second to regain your composure and continued following Asahi. At the end of the hall was a door that was ajar. Compared to the rest of the castle, it looked to be the least battered and rotted. A glance at the door was enough to send another shot through your head, but still you carried on trying to hide your discomfort from Asahi.

Up the stairs of the tower, you were doubling over, the pain in your head was starting to become too much. You were starting to feel sick to your stomach and now, visions were flashing through your head. Visions of a girl in the tower, waiting for someone to come rescue her. Asahi said nothing as he helped lift you back to your feet and supported you until you reached the very top. It was as if your body was getting heavier and heavier every step you took toward that room at the top. If not for Asahi, you would have accepted defeat and curled up on the stairs about half way down.

“Here it is,” he whispered in astonishment.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” you said through gritted teeth, trying to fight through the pain.

“We’re both going in, ______.”

“But-” another sharp jab in your head.

He opened the door and led you in with him. It was indeed a bedroom that had evidence of someone occupying it. As you looked around though, you saw many feathers covering the ground. Many black feathers. Black feathers that matched your feathers.

“A-Asahi…I don’t understand. The princess isn’t here. But my feathers are. Wh-what did I do?” tears started to form in the corners of your eyes. Sad at the fact that you might be the reason why he won’t be able to get his happy ending. And then all at once, it came flooding back to you. Your parents, the curse, the many years of living in the tower by yourself with no one, your only friends were the black birds who sat at your window. Eventually picking the lock one day and leaving the castle, never looking back.

“Um…I don’t know if I can explain,” you swallowed hard. The books and little knick knacks that used to bring you comfort were now scattered around the room and did little to quell your nerves.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes.

Asahi stood in front of you, his hands gently squeezing your elbows.

“Why are you sorry?” His voice was soft and considerate.

“Because I’m not who you were expecting,” the tears trickled down your face.

He exhaled sharply through his nose. He cupped your face and wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. The pit of your stomach was about to drop to your feet. That bubble that had taken up residence in your stomach was surely going to burst soon.

“No, I wasn’t expecting it to be you. But,” he paused as he delicately lifted your face so he could properly look you in the eyes, “I was hoping it would be you.”

A squeak left your throat as you were caught off guard by his response.

“But, how did you know it was me?” you asked, still in shock at his revelation.

“When your feathers started to change to gold, I vaguely remembered something about it in one of the fairy tales I’ve read. But I think the thing that seemed the most obvious was your visceral reaction to this castle and the fairy tale. You seemed to know a lot about it, more than what was mentioned.”

“I can’t remember the curse, so I don’t even know if it can be reversed,” you finally said. “You deserve someone as good and beautiful as you.”

His thumbs brushing over your cheeks, Asahi said, “That doesn’t matter to me. I love you, ______.”

“Feathers and all?”

“Feathers and all.”

“I love you too, Asahi.”

Both of you closed your eyes and leaned into each other. His lips were soft and they fit perfectly in yours. Your kiss was cut short when a golden glow began to emanate from you. It was blinding and warm. Asahi had to take a step back to shield his eyes. It sounded as though many voices were speaking at once. One voice stood out from the others and seemed to be reciting the curse that had been placed upon you.

Other’s wants and insatiable greed

Beauty and grace is what you concede

Your freedom gone, your humanity lost

Heart as bitter as the winter’s frost

Locked away and tossed aside

Loneliness you take in stride

True love’s kiss may break the spell

A heart made of gold to make you well

From black to gold your feathers will turn

As the love from another is something you earn

When the full moon sets and the black bird sings

May you rise up in glory on golden wings

Once the voices subsided and the glow died down, you were left disoriented on the ground. Asahi dropped down next to you and was shocked to see you. The feathers on your body were gone and for the first time, he was able to see you. Who you were supposed to be. Who you were meant to be. His hand caressed your cheek as he gently called your name.

“______, are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine. What happened?”

“True love’s kiss,” he smiled at you.

“True love’s kiss? True love’s kiss!” you repeated back. “Asahi, you’re my true love!”

“And you’re mine, ______.”

He helped you back to your feet. He leaned down to continue the kiss that had been cut off. But before your lips could meet, you were interrupted by his two friends barreling through the door.

“Asahi! Are you alright? Everything outside started to come to life and bloom. We saw a bright light come out of the window and cracks and we heard….loud….noises….” the two men stood in the doorway with a shocked look on their faces.

“Wait, she was the princess?” Sugawara asked in confusion.

“And if you broke the spell, then why does she still have wings?” Daichi questioned.

“What? I still have wings?” you looked discouraged as you spread the wings into your line of sight.

Asahi turned your face back to him, “Hey, those wings are part of you and they are part of what makes you beautiful. Plus, now you can continue to save me from collapsing underground caves,” he teased you.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you scoffed playfully.

The second kiss was better than the first. It was as gentle as the first, but the two of you were becoming more comfortable with each other’s touch. You felt as though you might melt.

“Asahi, I’m glad that you’re my happy ending.”

“And I’m glad that you’re mine.”

It took a few years, but you and Asahi were able to rebuild the fallen kingdom. The fields were fertile once more, and the surrounding villages accepted both of you as their king and queen. You both ruled with grace and dignity. Asahi insisted on his flower crown. And you obliged, picking the most beautiful flowers from your garden and making Asahi his crown whenever the previous one needed to be replaced. You never imagined life could be so incredible. Asahi gave you the storybook ending you deserved, and he was proud to be able to give that to you. And you both lived happily ever after.

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Note: So this fic is based on when I started posting here and MIche Headcanon Anon sent in a bunch of Fighter Miche Headcanons, I've wanted to use them for so long, so yay!

wordcount: 3.1k

warnings: none except at the end where reader is harassed by someone else and she punches the person.

Event: Prince Charming Collab hosted by @asahipleaseloveme

If he’s being honest— Both Miche’s hands planted deeper into the mattress and lifted himself up from the woman he’d taken home from the night. One that he’d been frequently flirting with for the past month, their conversations only suggesting what could happen at night. And stopping there. A sigh when he momentarily lay beside her to close his eyes.

There was probably a miscommunication in his actions, she took it as a sign and turned to her side. “Wanna go again.” The hotel’s blanket up to her chest, head on the pillow. Fingers dancing in a single trail on his chest.

— Miche doesn’t like this version of himself that he puts up around the people who have no intention but to only earn the right of saying they had slept with one of Paradis’ top athletes. Nor does he wish he was at this stage of his life anymore. He was yearning for a connection built on something common between them.

Catching those three fingers, he opened his eyes. “Thanks.” Him sitting up was a way to tell her that he was declining the . . . kind offer. “It was amazing though.”

Not wanting to feel like he was an asshole, he cast his eyes toward something else, avoiding her as she stood up in a search for her clothes. Throws across the floor in the heat of the moment.

It was gone now, replaced with the awkward air that he was familiar with. “Right.” Her tone carried bitterness in it. “But if you’re sure it wasn’t a one-time thing, I’m leaving my company calling card here.”

When the door of the hotel room closed, MIche let his tense body come to a rest. Really, He thought he had accepted that he’d always carried the identifier of the fun uncle anywhere he went. Always known among his friends that he’ll never settle down.

Was that all?

Coming home from another fight he had won to his parent's house was always a delight. A feeling that he always forgot, and came stronger to him when he experienced it again. Though he often wondered when he’ll come home to a hug. A different type of hug.

A loving one around his arms, pulling him down to them and then saying that dinner will be ready soon. He’ll go into the living room and have all the children she gave him to run to him with their arms wide open. Did he want a kid? Or was it the loneliness speaking?

Sighing, Miche stood up. It was a thought reserved for the showers he was making his way to. He was familiar and sick of this routine, standing under the cold water after a one night stand.

On another day when the sun was high up and he was confined to the gym, training with Hannes, (Y/n)’s back hot with sweat hit the cool pavement that she laid on. Eyes squinting up as every breath was an attempt to get her breathing back to normal.

Days off didn’t come often for them, especially in their lines of work as journalists. Given how they were almost married to their jobs, their social lives are non-existent. Leaving them to only spend their days off playing basketball. Not that all of them played basketball, but some of them came just for the comfort of baing around people.

(Y/n), sweaty from running around the court and in need of a cold shower to rid of the sweaty smell spoke with a pout. “You know what’s not fair?”

“No one cares, (Y/n).” Petra sat in the shade and crocheted, nudged Oluo. Also in need of a shower.

Maybe ice-cold water for the bite marks on his poor tongue.

“Eld and I— childhood friends and he still gets to be married first and is at the hospital.” Her words making the other Radio team consisting of Rico, Mitabe and Ian to look her way. “Lucille being on maternity leave is sending us into overtime, why is life so unfair?”

A questioning tone from Petra, “But you call your anime characters husbands?” and saw the shirt (Y/n) was wearing. “You act like you’re disappointed with the overtime and you’re ordering merch after merch.”

Gunther leaned toward the three, “This is the same person who rejected the basketball player from Japan. Believe us when we say she’s different off-screen and on-screen. Poor (Y/n) would’ve been giving birth alone and divorced. Already fighting for custody had she married him.”

“Your section gets the best drama—” Ian, still shy around the reporter looked away when she turned to listen to them.

“Why what do you guys get?”

“You think there’s drama in food journalism.”

“The drama’s an added bonus for the energy we spend there. At least you guys get to eat.”

Then a comfortable silence as they got back to whatever they were doing. Ian initiated that they go another round of basketball, and left Gunther who was at (Y/n)'s side. “I think I’m your cameraman for your next assignment.”

“So all of us, in the stadium?” A nod.

“Yipee, we’re all reporting together!” That was nice. Atleast she wouldn’t have to worry about being alone in a stadium full of male fans and their soaring levels of testosterone. Her being one of the reporters for the live broadcast was handed to her as an emergency after Lucille started to show and decided to go on leave.

“We’ll see Miche there, too.”

That was weird name. Mee-keh? How would one spell that? “Who?”

“He’s a common friend, nice guy.”

“Oh, he’s also in media?”

“(Y/n),” Agin, the radio team seemed surprised at the revelation she didn’t know who this guy was, ” he’s one of the boxers.”

She thought she could keep quiet about it, however, “Yeah, I don’t know shit about boxing.”

“You never know anything about the people you’re interviewing!”

In a sarcastic tone she replied, “Oh shocking. Ever heard of reading?”

“You read about them the before the interview.”

“But I still get the job done.”

There he was again in that area of life reassessment in the middle of the private gym. It came unexpectedly, too. Just a quick water break as Hannes said. Somehow, Miche thought that it’d be the perfect time to connect to the world outside his bubble and took his phone with him as he drank bottle after bottle.

Had he just gone to drink water at the corner of the gym, and done only that, he wouldn’t be seeing Eld’s post the first moment he opened to Instagram. A simple photo. Just him showing his thumbs-up, the background looked to be a hospital.

His eyes were heavy with a different level of fatigue compared to when he’d post about the life of being a cameraman to the behind of scenes of where he was assigned to film. Th bags were definitely darker. But his smile was wider, one that was infectious.

‘Little monster’s already causing trouble!’ Read the caption followed with an explanation of how Lucille is still in labour, his only rest was when her parents and his came in. Prompting Miche to dial Petra’s number, ready to offer the help needed.

While waiting for her to answer, he found himself imagining what he’d be like again.

What he’d be like as a spouse to his wife. Maybe a pregnant wife— surely he’d be a good husband, learn what’s needed to be learnt. Change the baby’s diapers at night. Feed the baby— or babies, their milk while she rested from the fatigue from childbirth. So that means spoiling both of them?

He’s sure that he’s made enough money from his career, but the thought of giving them the world made him consider using his mechanical engineering degree. A conversation he could hear was heard on the other line, and a clearer, “Hello?”

Petra! The one who had been trying to set him up with her many, many friends when he confided in her about being so lonely. Their conversation started with him aksing Eld’s current state and drifted to him going out more.

He laughed at the invitation of playing at the basketball court by the buildings where their accommodations were. “What will I do at a basketball court?” Miche already knew that he would feel like an outsider when he joined them for a game— also, for someone as tall as him, he and Erwin would run out of fingers to count how many times he’d been hit in the head.

“I’m already training every day!”

“Exactly! Use another sport to relax.”

“Thank you for the offer, Pet.” He smiled, gratfeyl that he had a friend like her. “Maybe after Jager.”

Delight in her tone as she “Oooooh, we wanted to keep it a surprise, but we’re seeing you there! We’re covering your fight!”

“I’ll see you there then?”

“Yup! We should try to get as many pictures as possible!”

He flinched at Hannes calling for him to get back to training. “Send my regards to Eld, alright.”

“Of course, take of yourself, Miche.”

Course he will. He’ll keep himself in the best of his health. Eat what’s needed and stop drinking . . . for now.

After the fight everyone is making a deal about, complete with the media outlets jumping on and writing articles on why it’s such a big deal, Miche was done. He’ll take his gloves off and step off the ring. Leave his legacy as someone who finished his career with the same opponent from when he started it.

Zeke Jager.

When he told his parents this, his father offered a path on the shoulder. Telling Miche how proud he was for achieving such a thing and still keeping his head on the ground. His mother crying happy tears, something about how her prayer was answered.

“Zacharias, back in the ring!”

What no one knows is that he’s stepping out of the public eye for four years. That’s it. He’ll come back after that wearing the Olympic jacket with his name to represent the nation of Paradis.

Alone.

Except for his father, in th corner reading the same page of teh newspaper he had bought, his only suit that he wore in all his fights wrinkled. His mother was on the opposite end of the couch. Quiet. Head bent down, her collapsed hands around the rosary against her lips that moved in a prayer that only she heard.

And Hannes behind him, more nervous than he was despite drinking a bottle after another the night before.

This was the same entourage he started with at twenty-two, back Erwin and Levi were strangers. Nile was nervous about asking Marie out. When he was still naive and boxing was all that there was in the world that would make him happy. Things don’t stay that way, his entourage becoming smaller. Erwin and Levi are married and their personalities become one collective bubble.

He envied Nile deeply. Stuck at home with two daughters and a loving wife.

“There’s the guy.” Came a voice he’d heard through the phone for many months, his bodyguards blocking the door with their tall bodies. One asked him for confirmation if they were his friends.

“Sir?” Petra. Olou and Gunther,

The added stress on their faces was because of Eld being on leave.

“It’s alright.” He stumbled on his way to them from sitting too long in his chair. A towel over his shoulders acting as his shirt. “Did you guys eat yet?”

“I’ve got snacks.” He added in an effort to make them come in the room, take the pictures they wanted with him.

As much she wanted, and with the red bag of chips calling to her, Petra only nodded. “Thanks, but can’t.” Their white shirts and ID laces, carrying their equipment reminded Miche that they were working.

“We’re going on air—” Though Gunther, having his camera on him moved in to make his way to the table cut them off. “Don’t mind me, I haven’t eaten anything until now.”

“Well,” a look to her watch. “I guess, we could spare some time, (Y/n)’s on air.”

Back in the room, Miche held the door open about to ask about Eld and Lucille when loud footsteps running toward to them echoed in the corridor.alerted him and his bodyguards.

“GUYS! HELP!” The desperation in her tone pulled his parents attention to her, their necks straining to peak out the door to look at who it was. His bodyguards thinking that it was something alarming. Petra and Gunther, midway through eating, started patting their pockets.

A reporter like them, with her hair tied in a low ponytail that swayed along with her frantic steps, stopped to rest her hands on her knees. Mike in hand. Her face matched the desperation in her tone, and the hand holding her mic was raised. “Need. Batteries.”

She was working. He needed to remind himself that. And in his career, he’s many journalists and reporters alike, this one, however . . . “Aww, thank you, thank you.” he found himself straightening his back that made his towel effortleslsy fall off. His eyes trying to make him look intimidating.

“(Y/n),” Gunther noticed that Miche was trying to do everything to impress her. Gone was the lightness in his tone, using is intimidation to appear cool.

“Hmm?”

“This is Miche.”

Still, she averted her eyes from the battery slot to look at him. “Hello.” Straightforward like that. Not even a smile.

She was working. He told himself.

“He’s the friend you thought was like us.”

“Good luck for your fight! Heard it was your last.” This time she offered a small smile that he was used to. One that was given out of being nice. A slap to the battery slot’s cover.“There! Great, after my batteries, I’ll lose my voice next.”

He did a great job of convincing himself that the littel wave she did was meant fo rhim and not for her coworkers before she ran further off.

Out of all the journalists he’s ever met in his career, this one had ]made him feel normal. Rather than put him on a pedatle for his looks. Hearts in his eyes as a breathed out, “I think I love her.”

“No way,” Laughed Petra, (Y/n)’s panic making her check her mic. “She just ignored you like that.”

“Yeah.” That’s exactly the point. He was as normal anyone could get. She didn’t even throw away her professionalism to bat her eyes at him and throw compliments his way.

“After the match, you should ask her.”

Oluo risked a bite of his tongue and yelled “She ignored him!”

Petra enjoyed every bit of seeing such a lovestruck expression on Miche’s face and egged him on “Better impress her on the ring.”

“I will.”

“Yeah!” He turned around, jumping in his spot. Shaking his hands. “Of course, I will. I’ll impress her enough she’ll love me on the spot.”

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He didn’t know what was keeping him on the spot in the platform especially when his shoulder weighed heavily off the winning belt. There was a panel of interviewers waiting for him, if he was going to ask her out— drinks after this? Dinner? Lunch the following day, this was it. She was right there. A quick jog from the ring and to the audience and he could have his answer.

But his heart running in somersaults kept him by the ring. Watching her end the live broadcast and not noticing that Petra was already beside him.

Meanwhile, she could feel the many looks people were giving her from all directions. Some watching her out curiosity and some amazed that she can do such a thing. Myabe a few . . . undesirable stares from the men who had done nothing but try to harass her. But all that aside, (Y/n) wanted nothing jmore but to go home and open her laptop to see if she passed her entrance exams. Sip hot tea to relax her throat and lay in an endless sleep.

It was tiring having to keep her voice up yo a level of enthusiasm they expected from her, and she hated how she stretched her face to look happy. As if she understood the match. “And so you can expect— with the many people coming out of the stadium to go home, a traffic jam. Keep your seatbelts buckled in and drive safe.”

She felt a looming presence approach her from the line of crowds walking out and moved to the side. A bothered expression on her face. “This was (Y/n)—”

“Damn, I could’ve taken you home if Zeke won, huh?”

Both her and Miiche’s eyes widened.

Hey eyes were wide open from the shock that took over her when she felt his rough hand brush down her thigh after squeezing her bum. Her cold fingers wrapped around the mic became numb and slipped out. The impact being heard in her earpiece.

“Shit—” And Miche cursing himself for standing idly and letting him grope her.

His eyes did grow wider when the mic fell, followed the body of the man who was a part of Zeke’s entourage fell, holding his nose. Eyes closed.

Throwing the belt at Hannes, he rushed to her without a second thought. “Are you okay?” His bodyguards going to the man and the security already pushing away a forming crown away.

“I— I . . .” Her eyes looked everywhere to stop the tears that formed from flowing down her face. She knew that there was someone trying to get her attention. Someone who held her by her shoulders. “I think I’m shaking.”

“You are, you’re in shock.”

Her eyes were wide. Only blank. “I’m gonna lose my job.”

“You probably won’t,” he navigated her out the crowd and to the infirmary. The panel of interviewers can wait. “We can have to get your hand checked.”

“Mhm.”

He tried to make light of the situation and talked on, until the lights changed from a bright white in the stadium to yellow bouncing off in the corridors. “You threw a mean punch though, your hand’s probably fine. Still, better to get it checked out.”

“Thank . . . thank you. Was an athlete back then.”

“Really?” He sat next to her when the nurse came, suddenly feeling embarrassed about how sweaty he was. Only a towel to cover his upper body. “What kind?”

“Karate.”

Oh. now he’s surely in love.

Also terrified of her.

Someone so quiet made a man twice her size fall to the ground and paint a part of it red.

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My Superhero

3k words; 10-minute read A/N: This is for @asahipleaseloveme​​’s Prince Charming collab. I hope this is prince charming enough. Miche definitely seems like a prince, but I never imagined him with someone who fits that ‘damsel in distress’ feeling so I did what I could. I hope you guys like it! And thank you Monica for letting me join! I hope you have a great birthday!

“What are you doing?” You narrowed your eyes as you watched your husband unraveling the garden hose. It was your day off of work as well as his and you had both decided to relax outside, something you never had time for anymore. The sun was shining, the weather was perfect, and you were testing out your new lawn chaises. The only thing that was missing was a pool. A pool you kept begging Miche for.

After only ten minutes of relaxing, he abruptly stood up from his chair and moved to the garden, fiddling around with the hose. You watched as he bent over, his muscles working to pull at something you couldn’t see. It took about a minute when he made a satisfied noise and stood up. You watched as he turned around, holding the garden hose up.

“You know what I’m doing.” He gave you a smile and walked closer.

“Stop.” You sat up quickly, holding your hand up. “We are not doing this again.”

“It’s tradition.” He reminded you, turning the water on and walking closer.

“Can’t you just kiss me at the café?” Hands still up in a defensive pose, you stood from the chair and backed up.

“This is way more fun.” That smug smile was the last thing you saw before he chased you around the house, dowsing you in as much water as he could. Every year it was the same thing. You’d think you would have learned by now, but each year you tricked yourself into thinking he would finally get bored. He never did.

“There are so many things I want to do to you right now.” You said angrily, shaking whatever water you could from your body. It didn’t help, you would have to go inside and change.

“Any of them sexy?” Miche wiggled his eyebrows and pulled you into him.

“Not a single one.” You shook your head and he leaned down to kiss you. You still couldn’t figure out why you loved him so much when he consistently annoyed you as much as he did.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, leaning back. “I almost forgot!”

He stepped back from you and ripped open his button-down shirt to reveal a blue t-shirt with the Superman ‘S’ in the middle. His hands went to his hips and he posed, looking off into the distance.

That was it. That was why. It was things like this that made you love him and even though you were soaked and uncomfortable because of him, you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“You’re ridiculous.” You laughed, pushing him playfully before walking into the house to dry off.

“Wait. I need to carry you inside.” He insisted, running up behind you.

“What for?”

“I’m your superhero.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?” You walked past him into the house.

“Well now wait one second! You called me your superhero!”

“You didn’t even know what you were doing!”

“The hell I didn’t! I saved you then and I will save you now and every year that follows.” He grabbed your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you in the house.

“Miche! I don’t even need saving right now!” You complained.

“Nonsense.” He continued through the house, moving up the stairs until he set you down on your bed.

“I think you’re misremembering what happened.” You laughed and he laid next to you on the bed.

“I remember exactly what happened.”

“Let’s hear it then. How did you save me?” You turned on your side and faced him, wrapping yourself in the towel he brought you.

“It was five years ago…” He began describing the first time you both met.

You and Miche had met five years earlier. It wasn’t the most traditional way of meeting someone and to be honest, you’d lied to a lot of people on how it actually went down. You and Miche were the only ones that knew exactly what happened. Well, and Zach.

Zach was your ex-boyfriend. He was that really sort of toxic guy that everyone eventually dates and maybe it was fun for a little while, but when the rose-colored glasses finally came off, you were ready for things to be done with him. It took several attempts to actually break things off with him, but of course, after you’d broken up, you got lonely and went back to him. By the time you really, really wanted to end things, you found it was nearly impossible because every argument you made, Zach was convinced you guys would get back together. In his eyes, there wasn’t even a reason to break up at all.

You’d come up with a plan though. If you break up with him in public, he’d have to accept it. Looking back, it was a stupid idea, but you were young and dumb.

It was a Saturday afternoon in a coffee shop that you knew you wouldn’t go to again because it was just too far to frequent. You got there early to sit down and practice your break-up speech. By the time it came to delivering said speech to Zach, you had it down perfectly.

“I really think we’re better off as friends.” You lied. You definitely weren’t going to be friends, but you set your hand on his. Instead of looking sad, he smiled. Weirdo. Why was he smiling? “I hope you understand.”

“I understand.” Zach nodded. “We’re not breaking up.”

“What? I just said we should.”

“You just don’t know, baby.” He took the hand you set on his to comfort him and he started ‘comforting’ you. “We’re made for each other. That’s why we can’t be apart.”

“Zach, it’s really not working out.”

“I disagree.” This was hilarious because for someone who thought you guys were meant to be, he certainly spent a lot of time with other women.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” This was not going to be as easy as you thought and your mind worked to find a plan b.

“It is. We’re meant to be together. I can’t be without you.” He assured. “And you can’t be without me.”

“I can, Zach. I want to be.” You explained and an idea popped in your head. “I’ve already moved on.”

“What?” It was his turn to be confused.

“I met someone.” You sighed, trying to sell it to him.

“Who?”

“A person. What does it matter?” Was he really going to argue with you meeting someone new?

“I don’t believe you.” He shook his head and you worried that plan b was going to need a plan c.

“Zach, I…” A tall, blonde man stepped out of the bathroom and walked past your table. “I did meet someone. He’s here now.”

“He’s here?” Zach sat up straighter, looking around the café and you nodded. “Where?”

“I don’t think that matters.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s behind me. The blonde guy.” You were really hoping that the guy you just saw leaving the bathroom wasn’t sitting with another woman or this lie was about to fail. You were sure that Zach wouldn’t try and talk to him, he just needed to see that he existed.

“That guy?” There was a weird tone in his voice and you cringed, thinking that he most definitely must be with a woman as you turned around. A couple booths down, the man sat by himself, looking out the window and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah.” You turned around to face Zach. “That’s him.”

Zach’s face changed and he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about something. Thinking he was believing you, your heart started beating quickly as you got excited for this whole thing to finally be done.

“I don’t believe you.” He stood up and your eyes went wide. “I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Wait!” You jumped up, having no idea what you were going to do, but knowing you needed to stop him. “I will talk to him first. He might be… uh… upset.”

What had you gotten yourself into now? Thankfully, Zach nodded, but kept his eyes on the guy. You slowly turned around and walked to this guy who was still looking out the window. How were you going to explain this situation to him? It’s not like it was that weird. Other people probably did this all the time. That’s what you kept telling yourself as you stepped next to his booth, quickly sitting across from him as you realized that if you were really dating, sitting across from him would be way more normal than standing next to him.

“Hi.” You whispered, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, but I need your help.”

His eyes moved to something behind you and you were sure Zach was making his way over which limited the amount of time you had to explain to this man the mess you’d gotten yourself, and now him, into.

“I need you to pretend you’re my boyfriend.” You spoke quickly. “I’m try—”

“Okay.” He nodded and you blinked, confused by how quickly he agreed.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.” He smiled and you didn’t even get a moment to enjoy his smile before Zach was there and this incredibly agreeable man turned to him. “Who’s this?”

“My boyfriend.” You explained to him without thinking.

“What?” The man looked confused and you realized Zach was supposed to be your ex.

“Ex-boyfriend. Sorry.”

“So this is the new guy?” Zach tried to make himself seem big which would have probably worked since he wasn’t that small of a guy, but when this new man stood up, Zach came up a few inches short.

“Miche.” He held his hand out to Zach. “Nice to meet you.”

“You’re dating my woman?” Zach stepped closer to him.

“I think she might be my woman now.” Miche smiled again and that time you did let yourself admire it. Not a bad choice for a last-minute, fake boyfriend.

“I don’t fucking believe this.” Zach shook his head and you could see that he wanted to say something, but there was nothing for him to say and he set his gaze in your direction. “You… you…”

“I’m sorry, Zach.” You stood up, but he backed up and went in the opposite direction. As soon as he was gone, you turned to Miche. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He checked his phone and sat back down in his booth. “That was your boyfriend?”

“Yeah. It’s taken a lot to actually break up with him.”

“I can tell.”

“Can I get you a coffee or something?” You offered. “For your help.”

“Sure.” He stood up. “I’ve had quite a bit while waiting, but I could use some more.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“Blind date.” You gestured for you to walk towards the counter first. “I don’t think she’s showing up though.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. How long have you been waiting?”

“About three hours.” She shrugged as if it were nothing.

“Three hours!?” Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped open which made him laugh lightly. “Why don’t you just go home and tell her to maybe try another time?”

“Eh, I don’t have anything else to do.” He didn’t actually even seem bothered by the fact that he was most likely being stood up. Maybe he didn’t realize it. “It’s actually kind of nice that you came over. That was fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been asked to help anyone with a break up.” He flashed you that smile again and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’m glad I could provide you some entertainment.” You nodded as you both stepped up to the counter and the barista asked what you wanted.

“What are you drinking?” You turned to him.

“Whatever you like.”

“You want me to pick a drink for you?”

“This is my third drink this morning.” He rubbed the scruff on his chin as he looked at the menu board and back to you. “It honestly doesn’t matter what I get.”

“Okay. Um… flat white with oat milk.” You told the barista and she nodded, typing in the order. Something caught your eye and your gaze moved up to him, seeing that he was smiling. “Is that okay?”

“It’s my favorite.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

“Really. It’s my favorite.” There was something about that smile that had a heat reaching your cheeks until you heard someone yelling your name. Both you and Miche turned to see Zach standing a couple feet away, with shaking fists while taking deep breaths.

“Well fuck.” You sighed. You really didn’t expect the breakup to be easy, but you didn’t think it would be this complicated.

“I can’t be without you.” He complained, walking closer to you.

“Zach, we’re done. Seriously. It wasn’t working out.”

“I need you, baby.”

“Just like you needed all those other women?” You didn’t want to bring this up because Zach constantly denied cheating on you even though you had irrefutable proof. “Look Zach, I’m done. Please just go.”

“I know you still love me.”

“I don’t.” You tried to ignore him as you got more annoyed.

“You’re lying to me.” He pointed. “He’s not even your type.”

“Oh my gosh.” You grabbed the collar of Miche’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that one, you should have asked him first, and two, how amazing kissing him would be. Your body leaned into his slightly as your lips melted against his and his hands were resting on the counter, but quickly moved to your hips before you pulled away. His eyes stayed closed for a moment before they opened and where you thought his smile was stunning, it was nothing like his eyes. “See, we’re in love.”

“Anyone can kiss someone.” Zach complained, not even really all that annoyed that you had just kissed another man in front of him.

“Seriously Zach! You need to stop.” You turned to look at him.

“Is he going to kiss me too because I have a girlfriend.” Miche asked, turning your face back to him by placing his hands on your chin.

“You do?” You stepped back, nervous that you potentially ruined his relationship by kissing him.

“I thought you were my girlfriend.” He whispered, standing up straight and grabbing your hand.

“I am.” You remembered. “Right. I am.”

“Right.” He nodded and you both faced Zach.

“What is happening?” Zach narrowed his eyes at you, still not quite believing.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Miche gave a dopey grin, kissing the back of your hand as one last selling point.

“You are going to have to leave, Zach.”

“Fuck all of you!” He yelled before walking away.

“God, seriously.” You groaned and looked to Miche. “I’m sorry. This became a way bigger mess than I thought it would be.”

“I don’t mind at all.” He laughed.

“Feeling like a superhero?” You laughed and he smiled with a nod.

Surprisingly, the barista was waiting to finish your order and after telling her your drink order, you went back to the booth. Not even a minute later, the drinks were ready and Miche got up to get them while you took the opportunity to look out the window, wondering if his blond date was going to show up. As bad as it was, you were hoping she wouldn’t.

“Hey bitch.” A voice said and you really had no idea why you turned when you heard it because your name was definitely not ‘bitch’, but the familiar voice had you turning around. Before you could say anything, a full pitcher of cold water was being thrown on you and Zach dropped it, running off to outside of the café, getting in his car and driving off. Miche came back with the drinks and his mouth dropped open.

“What the hell happened?” He quickly ran back to get some napkins to wipe off as much of the water as he could, but you were soaked.

“Zach happened.” You explained. “Though I think he might actually be gone this time.”

“Well, that’s a relief. Are you okay?”

“Not exactly, but… yeah.” You nodded, thinking that since Zach had left, you were actually done with dealing with him. “Yeah. I’m soaked, but I’m okay.”

“At least he’s gone.” Miche agreed, swiping the ice from the table and onto the tray before it melted.

“That’s the only positive thing so far.” You stood up, trying to help him get any that might have fallen on the seat.

“I can see a couple other good things.” His hand rested on your waist and he pulled you back so he could wipe the booth down instead.

“What do you mean? No good can come from this.” You complained, shaking out your soaked shirt, thankful it wasn’t white because that would have really been the icing on the cake.

“Maybe from your perspective.” Miche laughed as he took off his flannel shirt and wrapped it around you. It was an unfamiliar scent, but it was good and warm and you wondered if this was how a hug from him would feel. “Can I take you home?”

“My… m—my home?” You stuttered out.

“I promise I will leave when you ask.” He held his hand up in promise.

“Okay.” You nodded. “Thanks.”

[BACK TO PRESENT]

“All that you proved is that you lied.” You sat up from the bed and moved to the bathroom, ready to shower.

“How did I lie?” He followed, taking off his shirt like he was going to join you. Obviously, he was going to join you and you weren’t going to complain.

“You said you would leave.” You stepped into the shower and waited for him. “You never left.”

“I don’t remember you ever asking me to leave.” He moved inside the shower and closed the door behind him.

“I guess you have a point.” You laughed and Miche grabbed your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss.

Cover photo by King Lip on Unsplash

[animeangsteng]

A grumpy prince charming

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : A grumpy prince charming

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Warnings: a bit of forced feeding (not violent, practically line), innuendo (last line)

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Prince Charming collab, @asahipleaseloveme

Levi x Monica

Feel free to substitute the name.

Monica was used since it’s a birthday gift for @asahipleaseloveme

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-Damn it!- she said.

Monica had spent the last weeks, and she was going to spend the next months, working and organising her birthday party and things were getting... a bit out of hand.

She had gone to buy some stuff for the decorations but things just didn’t seem to go her way.

-Is this a joke!? They were discounted just yesterday, come on!- she sighed, exasperated.

Taking all she needed, and glaring at the wrapping paper she wanted to buy the day before, she went to the cashier and paid for it, swearing under her breath against whoever had the price raise with such bad timing.

Unfortunately she didn’t expect to buy so many things and some of them, thanks to her luck some of the most fragile of all her purchases, managed to fall down.

By the time she noticed they were almost on the floor but, miraculously, a hand took it before the disaster happened.

In front of her stood a very handsome (albeit also very short) stranger with dark hair and grey eyes.

Readily he shoved the things back in her hands and began walking away.

-Thanks!- she shouted behind him, receiving a “tch” back.

-Well... that was weird- she commented, shrugging and going her merry way.

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Few days after she was going around, no real destination in mind, until she met a weird man, right in the middle of the road, who smiled at her and whispered: -Seems like I’ll have to do a bit more to get the show started. Enjoy it, Monica-.

At the same moment Monica saw a car approaching the guy, who despite it all stood as still as a sculpture, and she ran towards him to get him to move.

That same moment she saw a car approaching her and she felt someone grab her and holding her in her arms.

As she turned, still shocked by the events that had just happened, she noticed that the man had disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

-What the hell was that!?- asked the stranger that grabbed her, shoving her aside and taking out a gel to clean himself.

-Sorry! I just saw a man in the middle and...-

-Eh? There was no one there!- answered the stranger.

As their eyes locked they recognised each other.

-You’re the one that helped me when my stuff fell few days ago!- she exclaimed.

The man looked at her for a while and then nodded in acknowledgment.

-Captain!- shouted someone behind them.

As a boy with brown hair and green hair approached them the short stranger, the Captain, scoffed.

-What Jeager?- he replied, evidently pissed off.

As the boy looked back and forth between Monica and his Captain he reddened and asked: -Sorry! Am I interrupting?-.

-Huh?-

-The hell are you talking about, brat?- answered the Captain.

-What did you want?- he asked again.

-Oh, sorry. Armin found out... what you needed- the other replied.

The eldest nodded and then left, without even saying goodbye.

Before leaving the boy whispered in her ear: -Hi! I’m Eren Jeager. Here’s the Captain’s card. Hope to see you around-.

Reading the card, and getting shoved by mad bypassers, she mumbled: -So he’s the invincible bodyguard from that German society, huh? No wonder he’s so quick in his movements-.

Walking away she kept thinking about him until, one day, someone rang at the door.

Once she opened it she noticed that Captain, Levi Ackerman, standing at his door, dressed in a suit.

-Huh? You again?- he said.

Yep.

Her fantasies were much better.

She dreamed of him as a Prince Charming, always showing up to save the day (even though that happened only two times), and now she was greeted by a grumpy short bodyguard.

-How can I help you?- she asked, overseeing his comment.

The man handed her a letter.

She smirked: -So... this means you’re going to be stuck with me for a whole month?-

And Levi frowned.

This was going to be a very hard job.

After a week Monica was getting used to having him around, although he was so silent and subtle she could barely notice him.

She had no idea of when or how he slept or ate but, whenever she attempted to offer him some sleep or food the man steadily refused saying that “he didn’t need it”.

While the two were out, returning home after a day of work, Levi felt someone push him and he fell on her.

-I apologise- he said, frantically getting up, red in face.

He then proceeded to check whether she had any wounds, it would have been embarrassing to tell his boss that he failed a job because he fell on his protege.

Worried Monica checked his forehead: -Are you alright? I told you you had to sleep and eat-.

Once home she then nagged him for so long that he gave in and laid on her bed.

She then took some food and began to try feed him.

Unsurprisingly she was met with his sealed lips.

-You have to sleep. But also eat- she pouted and Levi reddened even more, struck by her cuteness.

It’s not like he never noticed it before.

On the other hand, he came to love that clumsy little ball of joy, just as, though he didn’t know, she fell for the stoic weird Prince Charming she managed to meet.

Sure, he was a clean freak who kept cleaning her house while guarding her and he was as grumpy as a cat but he had a charm she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

The both of them, though, were aware of their professional relationship and decided, therefore, to hide their feelings.

.

Seeing that he didn’t budge Monica began to tickle him.

Opening his mouth to protest Monica quickly slipped a spoon full of the soup she prepared in his mouth.

She then pressed her hands on his lips and Levi was then forced to gulp it down.

Surrendering Levi let the woman feed him, much to his dismay.

She then covered him in blankets and smiled: -Get some sleep, Ackerman-.

Once she left Levi chuckled silently: -That soup wasn’t that bad-.

.

Ever since that events the two of them became closer, friends unaware of the other’s feelings.

Levi became chattier, if you could consider snarky remarks and comments chats.

The day of her birthday, though, Monica was full of things to do and, while Levi was busy, she saw the man she saw the second time she met the Captain.

This time he didn’t look smiley nor nearly as relaxed as the other time as he approached her threateningly.

-I did so much to get you two together and you still didn’t! I made some of your stuff fall for you two to meet but nothing!- he began to whisper-shout at her.

-Who meets a hot man like him and let’s him go like that! Then I had you almost get ran over by a car and you still barely managed to get his contact but never wrote nor called him! I sent you the protection program but nothing yet again! And lastly I literally shoved him in your arms but... not even a peck!-.

Exasperated, that he looked.

-Sorry?- Monica said, thinking about what he said.

“So it wasn’t fate, huh? It was him who made us meet!”

The man then grabbed her and her sight faded, her mind going blank.

The last thing she heard was him hiss: -I’ll get beaten up by that grumpy cat for this little endeavour so you two better kiss, to say the least-.

.

Once she woke up once again Levi was by her side.

-Are you alright?- he was shouting at her.

Nodding she slowly stood up, supported by a very frantic and worried Levi.

-What... where?-

-You’ve been taken away and hidden for few hours. The guy who did it ran away but I managed to beat him up. A lot-.

-Thanks- you answered.

-It’s my job- he replied, smiling at her.

-Not really Captain- commented a boy, that Eren she had met once.

-No?- he asked.

-Your contract was over few hours ago- confirmed the boy.

-Very well- commented Levi, turning to Monica.

-I can do this, then- he smirked before kissing her.

-Why?- she asked.

-It’s not hard to figure out, woman. I love you- he said, sighing.

-Me too- she replied with a shy smile.

-You know... you’re a real Prince Charming- she laughed a bit.

He chuckled: -Oh really? You don’t look like a princess at all...-.

Hearing those words she pouted: -And you’re a very flawed, grumpy and short Prince Charming-.

At the same time he concluded: -You’re much better-.

As Monica reddened at those words he took the chance to kiss her once again.

-I love you, Monica. But call me short again and I’ll have to teach you a lesson-

.

-Wait! Does that mean I spent my birthday asleep!?!?!-

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S - smut ☾ A - Angst ☾ F - Fluff ☾ P - Platonic ☾ H/C - Hurt/Comfort ☾ DD - Dead Dove

O N E S H O T S

I'm All Yours | F | friends to lovers | idiots to lovers | Jin x reader | Complete

You’ve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him – except that he is also entirely in love with you.  

Knocked | F, S | roommates to lovers | idiots to lovers | Jin x reader | Complete

Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

Break | S, A | friends to lovers | angst | supernatural | unhappy ending | witch!Seokjin x cursed!reader | Complete

Seokjin has been at your side for the last few years. He’s your closest friend, and the one person you don’t think you can live without. But what happens when you discover that he might be the source of the curse he’s been trying to help you escape from?

D R A B B L E S & REQUESTS

The Store | Enemies to ? | Serial Killers | Ambiguous Ending | Jin x f. reader | Requested | Complete

For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common. 

King of Tides | A | Exes | Pirates AU | Pirate!Seokjin x Sea Demon!Reader | Completed

Seokjin meets a ghost of his past when he and his crew stop to celebrate for the evening. 

O N E S H O T S

Angel | S, A, F | mafia | Mafia!Yoongi x sex worker!f. reader | Complete

Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences. 

Mine | S | supernatural thriller | pwp | Yoongi x succubus femal reader | Complete

Yoongi lives a quiet life. His days are organized neatly, and every week he can expect the same results. Then he meets you. Hypnotizing. Otherworldly. Strange. And his life never goes back to the way it was before.

F*ck Christmas | S, A, H/C | holiday collab | Yoongi x f. reader | Complete

Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog.

Please | S, F | established relationship | pwp | Yoongi x reader | Complete

Yoongi doesn’t ask for much. He never has to, with you. And yet when he comes home from a late night at the studio, particularly tired and a little cranky, there is a single thing on his mind. Except you want to hear him ask, this time. 

Shadow | S, DD | Dark Fantasy | Faerie!Guard Yoongi x Faerie!Prince x Jimin | Complete

Yoongi’s life has been sworn to Jimin’s since the moment he was born. He was bred, crafted and trained to be Jimin’s shadow, his greatest protector. Jimin loves just how much Yoongi can never refuse him.  

S E R I E S

Obsidian | S, A | strangers to lovers | criminal/mafia | urban fantasy | Yoongi x female reader | THIS FIC IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION

You remember everything. The first time you radiated at garnet, feeling the power of the jewel rushing through you. Remember the energy pulsing at your command. And you certainly remember the face of the man who ruined your life. Then there’s Min Yoongi, the Chaotic who is the key to your revenge.  → Series Masterlist

Mixtape | S, A, F | childhood friends to lovers | brother's bff | Yoongi x female reader | Complete

You’ve had a crush on Yoongi for most of your life. On a holiday trip to the cabin, you’re reunited with Yoongi after not seeing him from two years and things go less than according to plan. → Series Masterlist

Suga's How-To Guide | S, F | sex worker au | friends to lovers | camboy!Yoongi x female reader | Complete

Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes. → Series Masterlist

Gods of the Dark | S, A | strangers to lovers | fantasy | dream god!Yoonig x f. reader | Ongoing

Don’t ask for help in the dark. It’s an old tale you always heard whispered among the people of your village. But when you find yourself dragged kicking by the man you’re to marry, you have little choice but to beg for help long after the sun has set. The god who answers your pleas promises to save you, but every deal comes with a price.  → Series Masterlist

D R A B B L E S & R E Q U E S TS

Coffee Mates | F | Urban Fantasy | Faerie!Yoongi x Human!Reader | Completed

Every day, Yoongi works at the coffee shop in his little corner of the world. Every day, you come in and order the same thing, sitting in the same booth. The only problem is, Yoongi is pretty sure you don’t know that you’re one of the few humans in a faerie coffee shop. 

Dandelions | F | Established Relationship | Fluff | Yoongi x reader | Completed

Sometimes it feels like the world freezes, capturing a single memory that you know you’ll keep forever. Since dating Yoongi, your life is full of them. Yoongi just happens to create more core memories on a simple road trip.  

Evening Rain | F | Established Relationship | Yoongi x reader | Completed

These types of evenings are your favorite: night in, rain against the window, and your boyfriend curled over a book, glasses sliding down his nose and hair mused.  

Fallen | Enemies to Something | Supernatural | Fallen Angels | Demon!Yoongi x Angel!Reader | Completed

Injured and separated from the rest of your scouting group, you find yourself in the unlikely hands of a demon. After spending time with him though, you decide he’s not so bad after all. 

Fang F*cker | S | Supernatural | Coworkers to Lovers | Crack | Vampire!Yoongi x Human!Jungkook | Completed

Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all.

Fireside | S, F | Established Relationship | Yoongi x reader | PWP | Completed

A cozy trip to the woods is exactly what you and Yoongi need to manage your stress. You especially love the moments when Yoongi gets to enjoy you right by the fireside. 

Getaway | S, F | Established Relationship | PWP | Yoongi x reader | Completed

Your tropical honeymoon is planned down to the very minute to get the most out of your trip but it seems that Yoongi has plans of throwing off your itinerary every time his hands touch you. 

Heartache | A, S | Exes to Lovers | Yoongi x Reader | Completed

Unresolved feelings lead to nothing but heartache when you run into Yoongi at a wedding five years after breaking up. Especially when you realize that despite Yoongi have feelings for you, there is still another woman on his arm. 

Hunt | S | A/B/O | Werewolf | Established Relationship | Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!Reader | Completed

Your alpha wants to go on a hunt through the woods. Who are you to deny him?

In the Morning | F, S | A/B/O | Established Relationship | Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!reader | Completed

It doesn’t get much better than waking up every morning next to your mate. Especially when he decides to make you breakfast.

Let Me | S | Friends to ? | PWP | Yoongi x reader | Completed

You've been friends with Yoongi for as long as you remember. When he tells you he's never - and he means never - received oral in his life, you take it upon yourself to lend a mouth hand

Off My Face | A, P | Unrequited Love | Yoongi x reader | Completed

Yoongi has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. He has followed you down every curve in the road, over every mountain, and through every river for you. But you’re his best friend, and your love was always meant for someone else.

Paper Rings | F | Established Relationship | Yoongi x reader | Completed

Yoongi cheers you up in the kitchen after a bad day, reminding you of just how much you love him.   

Press Play | F | Humor | Mutual Crushes | Yoongi x afab reader | Completed

Yoongi hates scary movies. He’ll never tell you that of course, content to suffer through your October scary movie marathon if it means getting to snuggle up to you on the couch. 

Quiet for Me, Yeah? | S | Established Relationship | PWP | Yoongi x reader | Completed

Yoongi wakes you up early in the morning in the best way possible. Only rule: don’t wake up Namjoon who sleeps just a few feet away from you.

Right Here | F | Friends to Lovers | Yoongi x reader | Completed

You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment. 

Samsara | S, A | Exes/Enemies | Supernatural | PWP | Human!Yoongi x Demon!Jimin | Completed

samsara [sɘm-sӓr-ɘ](noun) : the indefinitely repeated cycles of birth, misery, and death caused by karma. OR: Yoongi has made a terrible mistake that has bound Jimin to a life of endless grief. 

Small Bites | S, F | Supernatural | Established Relationship | PWP | Vampire!Yoongi x Human!reader | Completed

Yoongi is none too pleased about the movie that Seokjin has selected for the weekly movie night. You know just how to cheer him up. 

Sunday Chores | F | Established Relationship | Dom/Sub Dynamics | Yoongi x reader | Completed

Sunday is chores day in your house. It’s been that way since before your marriage to Yoongi. Except this Sunday, he surprises you with a little twist in your routine.

Sunder | S, A | Forbidden Romance | Fated Lovers | Supernatural | Incubus!Yoongi x Archdevil!Reader | Completed

Sunder (sun·​der) transitive verb : to break apart or in two : to separate by or as if by violence or by intervening time or space Sunder (sun·​der) intransitive verb : to become parted, disunited, or severed

Track 11 | S | Established Relationship | Idolverse | PWP | Idol!Yoongi x reader | Completed

Yoongi has been lacking inspiration in the studio. When one of his coworkers suggests using some out-of-the-box background effects for his music, Yoongi realizes that you’re the perfect person to help him. 

Twelve | A | Strangers to Lovers | Supernatural | Fated Lovers | Witch!Yoongi x Witch!Reader | Completed

When the red string of fate appears around your ankle, you have twelve days to find your fated partner or die. That’s how the spell works - that’s how fate has always run Her business. There is one, very inconvenient witch who keeps getting in your way, though, and you might just kill each other before your mark does. 

Witch | A, S | Supernatural | PWP | Witch Hunter!Yoongi x Witch!Reader | Completed

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

O N E S H O T S

Anything | S, F | Idol!Hobi x reader | established relationship pwp | Complete

You haven't seen Hobi in a few weeks. Now that you're joining him at an award show, your boyfriend wants to play.

The Wood | S, A | Witch!Hoseok x female reader | strangers to lovers | supernatural | psychological thriller | Complete

From the moment you step foot in Kill Devil, you know something about the town is off. Determined to find out exactly how your sister went missing in such a small town, you receive unlikely help from the man staying in the motel room next to yours. But there is so much more than what meets the eye with Hoseok and the citizens of Kill Devil.

D R A B B L E S & R E Q U E S T S

Spider Web | S | Supernatural | Predator/Prey | Established Relationship | Dark | Completed

Playing games with vampires is a bad idea. Playing with Spiders is worse. 

O N E S H O T S

Don't Read Dead Languages | S | Professor!Namjoon x tomb raider!reader (f) | frenemies to lovers | idiots to lovers | supernatural AU | Complete

Namjoon is determined to visit the City of the Dead. Amtenemhat is the Egyptian ruins that the locals fear. Archaeologists have gone missing and strange things lurk in the night. But Namjoon's work as a historian isn't perfect if he doesn't go to the source of the legend, and hiring a weaponized tomb raider seems his best bet at surviving.

Fang Daddy | S | Vampire!Namjoon x Fledgling!Reader (f) | Established Relationship | Supernatural | Vampires | Complete

Ever since Namjoon turned you into a vampire, there is only one thing that you crave more than blood. Good thing your sire is more than happy to indulge in his sweet little vampire fledgling. 

Red | S | Werewolf!Namjoon x human!reader (f) | Fairytale Retelling | Supernatural | Strangers to Lovers | Dark Fantasy | Completed

For as long as you can remember, your village has been relatively normal. But when people begin to turn up dead right after a group of newcomers arrive, pieces of your past start to fall into place, and something feels familiar - particularly the quiet man who can’t take his eyes off of you.

D R A B B L E S & R E Q U E S T S

Just This | F | Established Relationship | Namjoon x reader | Completed

After a stressful day at work, you go home brimming with tears and frustration. Thankfully, Namjoon is always willing to help and soothe you with open arms.

O N E S H O T S

You DTF? | S | fuckboy!Jimin x brat!reader | PWP | Complete

You’ve never had a one-night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong? 

Carmen | S, DD | Thriller | Supernatural | Vampire!Jimin x Human!Taehyung | Complete

Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous. 

Shadow | S, DD | Dark Fantasy | Faerie!Guard Yoongi x Faerie!Prince x Jimin | Complete

Yoongi’s life has been sworn to Jimin’s since the moment he was born. He was bred, crafted and trained to be Jimin’s shadow, his greatest protector. Jimin loves just how much Yoongi can never refuse him.  

S E R I E S

The Iron Ring | S, A, H/C | Fae!Jimin x human!reader | enemies to lovers | fantasy AU | Complete

After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother's attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you're taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar. → Series Masterlist

D R A B B L E S & R E Q U E S T S

Samsara | S, A | Exes/Enemies | Supernatural | PWP | Human!Yoongi x Demon!Jimin | Completed

samsara [sɘm-sӓr-ɘ](noun) : the indefinitely repeated cycles of birth, misery, and death caused by karma. OR: Yoongi has made a terrible mistake that has bound Jimin to a life of endless grief. 

The Underneath | Supernatural | Thriller | Monster!Jimin x Reader | Completed

“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil OR there is a monster under your bed and you've looked back at it for too long.

In Every Life | F | Strangers to ? | Soulmates | Taehyung x Jimin | Completed

Taehyung has lived thousands of lives. He has recognized his soulmate in every single one of them, a gift of his bloodline. Finally, he has crossed paths with his soulmate once again. 

O N E S H O T S

Dominus | S, DD | demon!Taehyung | Taehyung x female stranger | Complete

Taehyung is a demon that has needs. Some of those needs include feeding off of fear and fucking until he's numb. Thankfully, he knows how to do those things at the same time.

Carmen | S , DD | Thriller | Supernatural | Vampire!Jimin x Human!Taehyung | Complete

Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous. 

D R A B B L E S & R E Q U E S T S

After Midnight | F | Established Relationship | Crack | Taehyung x reader | Completed

Taehyung loves being your prince charming, even if it means trying to find where you’ve wandered off to in the middle of a Halloween party without your shoes. 

In Every Life | F | Strangers to ? | Soulmates | Taehyung x Jimin | Completed

Taehyung has lived thousands of lives. He has recognized his soulmate in every single one of them, a gift of his bloodline. Finally, he has crossed paths with his soulmate once again. 

Bust | S | Strangers to Something | Heist | PWP | Heistman!Taehyung x Reader | Completed

Seeing a beautiful man in the middle of a bank robbery is unusual. Seeing him again afterward is even more unlikely… and yet not unlucky. 

O N E S H O T S

Bite Me, Jeon | S | Friends to lovers | vampire!jungkook x human!female reader | Complete |

Somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesn't expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him.

D R A B B L E S & R E Q U E S T S

Fang F*cker | S | Supernatural | Coworkers to Lovers | Crack | Vampire!Yoongi x Human!Jungkook | Completed

Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all.

Boyfriend Material | S, A | Friends With Benefits | Hockey Player!Jungkook x reader | Completed

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material – except when he is.  

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[poohbea]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁.

"When we are young

We read and believe

The most fantastical things"

★ We all know the classic tales and fables read to us as children, the weird and mystical world of Alice in Wonderland, the nefarious shenanigans of the big bad wolf, the happily ever after's of each and every princess we all aspired to be. They've stuck with us, grown with us, maybe even shaped us into who we are as readers and writers. However, I think it's time for these old fairy-tales to get a revamp, don't you?

★ Also a big happy twenty-third birthday to my boo @hellavile, I told you I had something planned, think of this as my lame birthday gift to you haha, love you 🤎

Status: CLOSED

RULES ⋆ﾟ⊹

★ We are re-writing the classics, from Cinderella to the Ugly Duckling, The Little Mermaid to Jack and the Beanstalk. If you can think it, you can create it!

★ All forms of media are welcome, these include: fics, art pieces, mood boards and anything in between.

★ You must be 18+ to enter as per the rules of this blog. Please have your age in your bio or if you are uncomfortable with having your age disclosed please shoot me a DM to confirm.

★ This collab is sfw, nsfw and dark content friendly for all fandoms (attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, obey me, one punch man, bleach, demon slayer, naruto, bastard!, etc.) - however I will make a list of all the fandoms I write for and add any other ones as they are entered. On the note of nsfw and dark content, please tag/include proper warnings on your works, it's essential and allows for a better experience for readers who may view your masterpiece.

★ You do not have to be a follower/ follow me to participate. Anons are prohibited from participating though.

★ All characters must be 18+ or aged up (for obvious reasons)

★ No word count limit (but if your fic does exceed 400 words please add a 'read more' tab)

★ Character repeats are allowed (however they are limited to 4 maximum)

★ After joining please reblog the post (when I have officially added you to the masterlist). This is a big help with visibility (more people see the post when you reblog) and allows more people to participate, which means more fics for you to read. Sharing is caring after all.

★ After completing your work please tag me or DM me so I can to add the link to the masterlist, additionally please use the tag ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ONCE UPON A COLLAB ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ in your first ten tags so readers are able to find your work easier.

★ The deadline to enter is December 31st. There is no submission deadline so no stress, submit when you're ready.

HOW TO ENTER ⋆ﾟ⊹

★ Send me a message in my ask box (without being anonymous), stating your chosen character(s), what fandom they're from and what fairy-tale you will be writing for.

For example: Hi Pooh! Can I please join your collab with big bad wolf!beelzebub (from obey me) x little red riding hood!reader, thank you!

★ Again, please remember to reblog the post once you have entered and are added to the masterlist.

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[lathalea]

Thorin Oakenshield Masterlist

Here is the masterlist of my Thorin Oakenshield stories. Enjoy!

📜 ONE-SHOTS:

✨ The Lotus Flower and the Summer Wind (Thorin x Reader, rated T) ✨ Forest Gold (Thorin x Reader, rated T) ✨ The Winner Takes It All (Thorin x Reader, rated E) ✨ Boop! (Thorin x Reader, rated: G) ✨ Imbolc (Thorin x OC, rated: T, gothic fairy tale) ✨ Blacksmith Needed (Thorin x OC, rated: M) ✨ Far Under the Misty Waters Cold (Thorin x Reader, rated: T) ✨ To Home Afar (Thorin & Dis, my TRSB21 entry, rated: G) ✨ Strong (Thorin x Reader, hurt/comfort fic) ✨ A Good Night's Kiss (Thorin x Reader, rated: M) ✨ The Gift (Thorin x Reader, rated: G) ✨ Mistletoe (Thorin x Reader, rated: G) ✨ How Do You Shop for a King? (Thorin x OC, rated: G) ✨ Thistle. A Midsummer Night's Dream (who is the woman in prince Thorin's dream?, rated G) ✨ The Tinderbox (Thorin x OFC, rated: G) ✨ The Crossover (Thorin x Reader, rated: G) ✨ The Best Day of My Life (Thorin x OC, rated: G) ✨ Never (Thorin angst, rated: G) ✨ Dream Come True (Thorin x Reader, rated: G) ✨ A Kind of Magic (Thorin x gn!Reader, rated: G) ✨ A Pint Too Far (Thorin x OC, rated: G) ✨ Wild Strawberries (Thorin x OC, rated: E) ✨ The Arrival (Thorin x OC/Reader, rated: G) ✨ The Shrieking Monster (Thorin&Dis&Fili&Kili family fluff, rated: G)

📜 LONGFICS:

✨ The Weeping Willow (Thorin x Reader, angst, dark fairy tale, rated T, complete): [1] [2]

✨ All Is Fair in Love and Trade (Thorin x Reader, rated E)

✨ Entangled (Thorin x OC Mista, rated: G) ✨ Heart of Stone (Thorin x Reader, The Hobbit Pirate AU, an interactive story, rated M):  [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] (on hiatus) ✨ Third Time's the Charm (Thorin x Reader, rated T, complete): [1] [2] [3] ✨ Sun and Stone (Thorin x Reader, rated G, complete) [1] [2] ✨ Springtime at the Lonely Mountain (pre-Smaug AU, read the whole fic on AO3, rated E) ✨ How to Kiss a Fairy (collab with @avaria-revallier , Quest of Erebor with a twist, rated G, complete): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 ✨ Blame It on Cider (Thorin x fem!Dwarf OC Yrsa, rated E): [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] ... 💎 Soulmates (Modern AU take on Thorin and Yrsa's relationship)

✨ If on a Winter's Night (Thorin x Reader, Modern AU): [1] [2] [] [] ✨ The White Raven (Thorin x OC, rated: T/E): [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] []

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[myherokatsuki]

I HAVE A NAME, YOU KNOW  |  PART II

PART I (for @bakuroo-writings​’ Romeo, Save Me collab)

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bakugou Katsuki x Royal!Reader

Word Count: 11.2k

Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, fem!reader, reader is called Princess a lot, mutual pining, forbidden relationship, infidelity (though it’s an arranged engagement), semi-public smut, fingering + oral (f!receiving), kidnapping, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, no prep, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, Bakugou’s not exactly that experienced either though, breeding kink, creampies, mention of pregnancy

a/n: A huge huge thank you to @super-predictable98​ for being my constant cheerleader and sounding board through writing this fic. You’re the best, babe. 💚

Summary:  With your wedding to Prince Monoma fast approaching, you and Bakugou begin a secret relationship, unable to keep your hands off each other, but what happens when your secret is out?

The next morning you could scarcely believe the events of the night before had actually happened.  It had been harder than you could imagine returning to your room alone after that, and for a moment, you touched your lips, caught in a daze until a knock at your door jarred you from your thoughts.  Before you could respond, however, your maid slipped into the room, tutting at the mess you’d left.  

“Still abed at this hour, Your Highness?  And look at the state of your room.  I would’ve thought you’d be excited about your handsome prince being here.”

As soon as she mentioned Monoma, your mood soured and you flopped back amongst your pillows.

“Oh, no you don’t m’lady.  I’m to get you up and around.  He’s already been askin’ after you and your mother has a full schedule planned for you today.  What with all the weddin’ planning and all…”

Begrudgingly getting up and around, your expression must have been as dour as Bakugou’s usually was, making Midoriya flinch as soon as he saw you.  “G-good morning, Your Highness,” he exclaimed, quickly trying to cheer you.  “How are you feeling today?”

“Where’s Bakugou?” you asked instead, ignoring his question and Midoriya faltered.

“Uhm, Kacchan is–”

Before he could finish, Bakugou rounded the corner, your favourite mug in hand, and the sight of him melted your sudden flare of apprehension.  “Here, thought you might need this.  You’re hopeless in the mornings,” he muttered, offering you the steaming cup, his fingers brushing yours as your eyes met.

“Thank you,” you murmured, unable to tear your gaze away for a moment until Midoriya cleared his throat.

Smiling into your mug, you sipped at your coffee––made just the way you liked it––as you fell into step between them.  Moving closer to Bakugou’s side, you could practically feel the heat of his body radiating off him, and as your arms brushed you fought the urge to slip your hand in his, seeking the comfort of his touch.

“y/n!” Monoma exclaimed, glancing up as you entered the dining room, lowering the newspaper he’d been reading while his gaze traveled over you.  “You look even more radiant this morning,” he insisted, flashing you his most charming smile.

You had a feeling your sudden radiance had something to do with last night.

Without a word, Bakugou stepped forward to pull your chair out for you, offering you his hand as you sat, and you couldn’t help but gape up at him.  He’d never done anything like that before.  His action seemed to take Monoma aback as well and you wondered if he was subtly trying to show off.  

For a moment, Bakugou’s eyes met Monoma’s and a silent battle of wills seemed to take place, both men scowling at each other before Bakugou stepped back, taking up sentry by the door.

When you finally turned your attention back to the prince, his expression swiftly changed, shifting back to his self-assured smile.  As he began to talk, you tried to pay attention, but your thoughts kept returning to the night before and the kiss in the gardens… and you wondered if Bakugou was thinking of it also.

This trend continued as the day wore on and the wedding planner arrived, forcing you to sit through guest lists and seating charts and dinnerware, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care any less.

“‘Scuse me, Princess,” Bakugou murmured, leaning in to get your attention.  “The Queen’s looking for you.  Wants you to meet her in her office,” he whispered and you frowned slightly.  

Had she truly called for you or was Bakugou giving you an out?  An excuse to leave the room?

“Oh!  O-of course, I’ll go meet her,” you replied, pushing your chair back quickly—it wasn’t like your input really mattered much anyway.

“Shall I walk you?” Monoma asked, half rising before you held your hands up, swiftly assuring him you’d be fine, keen on taking advantage of the time away.

As soon as you were free, you yanked Bakugou into one of the empty rooms nearby, locking the door behind you.

“Thank you, I didn’t think I could take any more of that,” you exclaimed, tugging him toward you by his lapels and gasping as your back made contact with the wall behind you, Bakugou’s mouth already hot on yours.

If you had any lingering doubts about his feelings for you, the hunger behind his kiss quickly drove them away.

“Been thinkin’ about that kiss all damn night,” he admitted, gruff voice low as he tilted his head, trailing more insistent kisses down your neck.

“Me too,” you replied breathlessly, whining in your throat as he nipped at you, his hands tightening around your waist, pulling you against him.

“Couldn’t sleep cause you were thinkin’ about me, hah?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Something like that,” you teased, pulling back to look up at his face, Bakugou frowning as he chased your retreating lips.

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

Your question stopped him short and his frown deepened.

Of course he’d meant it.  Out of everything he’d said since taking his post guarding you, that had been the most honest.

“Every damn word,” he whispered, his ruby eyes burning through you, stealing your breath before his lips found yours once more.

Over the next few days this became your routine—every spare moment you could find to slip away from Monoma was spent hidden away with Bakugou, his hands mapping your body as you mapped the castle grounds for new hiding places.

“Shh, c’mon, they’ll never look for you here,” you whispered, pulling him into your room with you one afternoon, the golden light of the setting sun pouring through your open curtains, bathing your room in a soft orange light.

“I dunno Princess, if anyone catches us here…”

Slotting your lips with his, you easily cut off his protests, your tongue meeting his in a tentative caress, melting his words into a deep moan.

“Fuckin’ persuasive ain’tcha, woman?” Bakugou grunted, letting you slowly slip his jacket off as you kissed him, the dark fabric pooling on the floor behind him.

“When I want to be,” you drawled, grinning up at him and Bakugou let out an amused huff, glancing over at your bed.  

Just the thought of what he’d like to do to you there made him begin to sweat.    

She doesn’t belong to you, remember?

Noticing his wandering gaze and the way his adam’s apple bobbed, you couldn’t help but want to tease him a little, relishing being able to see him like this—tough facade cracking and visibly nervous, vulnerable.

“Would you like to sit on the bed?” you asked innocently, taking his hand to lead him.  Pulling him down next to you, you let out a content sound and laid back against your plush pillows, watching him loosen his collar and roll up his sleeves.

“I’m curious,” you murmured, pulling him down atop you.

“‘Bout what?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow while your legs intertwined. Letting you slip your hand in his, he watched transfixed as you mapped it with your soft touch, spreading your fingers and pressing your palm to his.

“Is this really what you wanna do with your life—follow spoiled princesses around?  Don’t you miss being a hero?” you wondered, not trusting yourself to look up at his expression.

Bakugou grunted in response.  “You ain’t like other princesses, remember?”  he teased, avoiding your question.  ‘Sides, right now I’m content being your hero.

“Katsuki, I’m being serious,” you sighed and you felt him tense next to you, a rush of air hissing between his parted lips.

“You like it when I call you Katsuki,” it was less of a question and more of an observation, and even as you said it he sighed again, his eyelids fluttering as he melted against you, your hand moving to his cheek, fingers tracing the shape of his face.

“Now you know how I feel,” you murmured, watching him with fascination as your finger skimmed down the bridge of his nose and over his mouth, catching on his bottom lip and tugging it down just slightly before he reached up to catch your hand, his eyes flicking up to yours as he kissed your palm.

“Yeah, and how’s that… y/n?” he asked, lips brushing your skin, a hint of a grin hidden in his tone.

The sound of your name in his low voice sent a shiver through you and your breath caught for a moment, unable to speak as he gently kissed the inside of your wrist.

“There’s nothing more intimate than using your lover’s name,” you whispered, swallowing, your stomach flipping as you realized you truly did love the man in front of you.

In the golden light of the setting sun, expression unguarded, he looked so beautiful, so at ease. You’d only ever seen him look this relaxed in the throes of slumber.

“Princess…” Bakugou sighed, a conflicted expression twisting his features and your stomach dropped.  “We can’t keep doing this—“

“Katsuki, please,” you whispered, taking his face between your hands, fear twisting your gut.  “I never asked for this!  I don’t care about any of it!” you exclaimed.  “I’ve decided I’m going to tell my father that I’m done, that I reject my birthright—“

“You can’t do that,” Bakugou interjected, voice hardening.

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do!” you snapped, fingers now balled in the folds of his shirt, your shoulders shaking as tears welled in your eyes.  “There are a lot of things I can stomach, that I would have done before out of a sense of duty.  But you’re the one thing I can’t stand to lose.”

When your voice cracked, all fight left you and you dropped your face, hiding against his shirt.  The sound of your soft sobs went straight through Bakugou’s heart and he pulled you closer, resting his chin atop your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

He couldn’t let you do that—give up everything for him—even as his heart leapt at the thought.  Katsuki Bakugou was many things, but cowardly was not one of them.  He wasn’t going to back down and run away with you, stealing you away like some sort of thief, even if that’s what you wanted.  And deep down you knew that.  His noble heart was one of the things you loved the most about him.

“Will you stay with me, at least until I fall asleep?” you asked, wiping the dampness from your cheeks and Bakugou nodded.

“Course I will, Princess,” he murmured, laying back so you could mold to his side, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

As the sun fell below the horizon, your breaths evened out and Bakugou didn’t even have to look down at your peaceful face to tell you were asleep.  Careful not to wake you, he extricated himself from your arms, draping a blanket over you to replace his body heat before bending down to brush a kiss to your cheek, hesitating a moment longer to breathe in your scent before straightening and retrieving his jacket.

“Kacchan, what are you doing?” Midoriya gasped, catching Bakugou as he slipped out of your room, his voice serious, no trace of his usual grin on his boyish face.

Knowing Deku wouldn’t tolerate being brushed off this time, Bakugou drew himself up.  “It ain’t like that,” he growled, meeting Midoriya’s unwavering gaze.  “The princess wasn’t feeling well.  She asked me to stay with her til she fell asleep.  Nothin’ happened,” he stressed, scowling at his friend, but Deku didn’t believe him.

“I knew something was going on between you two.  I’m not stupid, Kacchan!” he exclaimed, verdant eyes flashing a warning.

Bakugou’s jaw clenched as he stared the other man down.  “Butt out Deku, it’s none of your damn business!”

“None of my—?  Kacchan, do you know how much trouble you’ll be in if someone other than me catches you?” Midoriya cried incredulously.  “You know how this will end, right?  You’re both gunna end up hurt!”

At Deku’s words, Bakugou growled, grabbing him roughly by the collar and hauling him in closer.  “I said butt out!  It’s my problem and I’ll deal with it myself.  I don’t need your damn lectures, Deku,” he hissed, putting as much scorn into the word as possible.

For a moment neither of them spoke, breathing heavily as they silently stared each other down before Bakugou let go, pushing Deku back with a huff.  “You gunna rat me out?” he asked quietly, but Midoriya only sighed.

“No,” he muttered, his expression a mixture of anger and concern.  “I wouldn’t do that to you.  But Kacchan, please.  At least think about what I said.”

Without looking back, Bakugou strode away, heading straight for the training yard.  He needed to explode something.

Swishing the tulle of your gown around your legs, you stared at your reflection, readying yourself for the night of festivities before you.  

“You look… beautiful tonight, Princess.”  The soft awe in Bakugou’s low voice sent a shiver through you and you turned to find him standing in the doorway, watching you intently, as if he couldn’t look away.

Brightening, you approached him, reaching up to smooth his jacket, merely wanting an excuse to touch him.  “Just tonight?” you teased, bringing a sardonic twist to his lips.

“You know what I mean, woman,” he huffed, fighting the urge to pull you into his arms.  “Never seen you so dressed up before,” he continued, gaze taking in your gown and the way the bodice hugged your waist, accentuating the swell of your bosom.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” you mused, reluctantly stepping back—it wasn’t safe to be too handsy out in the open, anyone could walk past and see.

“Weird isn’t exactly the word I’d have used,” Bakugou mused and you grinned, swishing your long tulle skirts once more for him.

“Will you escort me, Katsuki?” you asked, taking his arm and he rolled his eyes.  

“Yeah yeah, let’s get this dumb thing over with.”

Tonight the palace would be full of guests and foreign dignitaries all there to attend a ball in your and Prince Monoma’s honour, mere days before the royal wedding.  You, for one, thought the whole thing to be superfluous, not relishing the thought of being gawked at by so many people, but as always what you want didn’t seem to matter.

As soon as you arrived, you planned on finding your father and telling him you wanted out.  Though the thought filled you with dread and churned your stomach, Bakugou’s steady presence helped ground you, reminding you what was important.

As soon as you entered the small anteroom, Bakugou stepped back, taking up sentry by the door and you gave him one last wistful glance before taking off in search of your father.

“Papa, there you are!” you exclaimed, picking up your skirts to hurry toward him.

“Darling, you look absolutely perfect.”

“Father, I need to speak with you, it’s important–” you began before Monoma appeared at your side.

“As important as our big entrance?” he exclaimed, taking your gloved hand with a flourish and bringing it to his lips.

“Can it wait, y/n?” your father asked as your mother swooped in to fuss with your hair and place a jeweled tiara atop your head.

“No, I–”

It was no use, no one was listening, and soon you were dragged into the fray, put on display at the top of the grand staircase as you and the prince were formally introduced to the waiting room of revelers.

“It’s our big moment, Princess,” Monoma smirked, leaning in close so you could hear him over the applause.  “Soon we’ll become the most powerful couple in  the surrounding countries.  Aren’t you excited, y/n?  The best deserves the best,” he drawled, leading you down the gilded grand staircase to the shining ballroom floor below, waving and smiling widely at the gathered throng, though his smile didn’t quite seem to reach his eyes.  

As soon as the musicians began to play he took you in his arms and spun you.  “You look so beautiful,” Monoma exclaimed over the music, his crystal blue eyes flicking down to admire you.  “Surely there is no one in this room more radiant than the pair of us.  We make the perfect couple, everyone must see it,” he boasted, sweeping you along the floor in time with the spirited tempo.

Meanwhile, Bakugou couldn’t help but scowl as his gaze followed you and Monoma through the crowd, his fierce glower taking several guests aback when they noticed him.

“Kacchan, you’re scaring people,” Deku whispered under his breath as he followed his friend’s line of sight, not surprised by what he was glaring at.

When the song ended and you moved to pull away, searching once more for your father, hoping to slip away to get a word with him, Monoma seemed to sense your reluctance and only tightened his hold on your waist.

“Where are you off to so suddenly?” he asked, pulling you closer as the song changed.

“I-I’m getting a little dizzy,” you answered truthfully, your head spinning.  There were too many people, too many colours and sounds all blending together to overwhelm you.  “Please Neito, I need some air,” you exclaimed and finally he stopped, frowning.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I just–there’s so many people.  I just need some fresh air,” you repeated, embarrassed at how faint you felt.

“Come, let’s sit, I’ll accompany you,” he murmured, leading you away from the dance floor, genuine concern on his face and you felt even worse.

“No, I–that’s alright!  You stay here and enjoy the party,” you insisted, pulling away.

Whatever Monoma replied was lost in the crowd and you quickly hurried away, dodging guests and dignitaries as you searched for your parents.  As soon as you spied them at the head of the room, overseeing the ball from their dias, you let out a relieved breath.

“Mama, Papa, thank goodness I found you–”

“What are you doing, dear?  Where’s Prince Monoma?  You should be out there enjoying yourself.  This is all in your honour!” the King exclaimed, smiling fondly down at you as you practically vibrated with impatience.

Your father’s smile turned to a thoughtful frown however, when he finally tore his gaze from the ball to fully focus on you, taking in your distraught expression.  “What’s all this now?  What’s with that face?”

Letting out a heavy sigh, he shook his head ruefully.  “Whatever this important matter is, certainly it can wait,” he said, annoyance seeping into his tone as he gave a wave of his hand, dismissing you.  “Go back out there and enjoy yourself.”

Finding it clear that you were not going to get him to listen until after the ball was over, you spun on your heel, fighting not to scream in frustration as your feet carried you to the nearby balcony overlooking the gardens.  With a huff you ripped the gloves from your arms and tossed them over the edge before leaning against the railing and propping your chin in your hand.  Looking skyward the warm breeze caressed your bare arms, soothing you somewhat.

“There you are.”

Bakugou’s husky voice behind you made you turn, glancing over your shoulder to watch him as he approached, leaning against the railing next to you.  “Hey,” he murmured softly, gaze flicking down to take you in.  “You okay?”

“Not really,” you sighed, shaking your head.  “Though, better now that you’re here,” you admitted, leaning against his arm.  “My father gave me the brushoff.  He won’t listen to me until the ball’s over.”

Bakugou grunted.  “In that case, you should dance with me,” he said, offering his hand nonchalantly.

For a moment you looked at it, surprised by the gesture.  From what you knew of Bakugou, he didn’t exactly seem like the romantic type.  

“You wanna dance or not, Princess?  I ain’t gunna ask again,” he muttered, a faint dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks.

Smiling to yourself, you took his outstretched hand, letting him pull you closer.  From your spot on the secluded balcony, you could just hear faint snatches of the music from inside, their notes drifting up to you on the breeze.  Resting your cheek against Bakugou’s shoulder, you swayed with him, letting him take the lead.

“Couldn’t stand seeing his hands on you,” he muttered, remembering the searing rush of jealousy that had filled him when you’d danced with the prince.

“You know it meant nothing to me, right?” you asked, glancing up at him, catching the pout that crossed his face at your words.

“I know that!” he spluttered, growling under his breath, his face turning progressively redder.  “I still didn’t like it,” he huffed, his arm tightening possessively around your waist.

“You’re pretty cute when you’re jealous,” you teased softly, eyes flashing with mischief.  

“Think toying with my emotions is funny, is it, woman?” he barked, though his tone held no bite, and you had to fight back your laughter.

“I would never!  You’re just so fun to tease.”

“Two can play at that game,” Bakugou retorted, his voice a low growl before his lips were on yours.  Taking you by surprise, he swallowed your startled moan before kissing you breathless, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you tight against him as he dipped you.

When he finally let you up for air, you chased after his retreating lips, drunk on the taste of him and not ready for the kiss to end.

“Katsuki,” you whined softly, heavy lidded eyes blown wide with want as you peered up at him.  “I’m tired of this ball, let’s go somewhere a little more private,” you breathed, catching your kiss swollen bottom lip between your teeth, unsure what had come over you.  All you knew was that your skin was on fire and you ached, deep inside.

Bakugou groaned, hissing a sharp breath as your hands traveled down his chest, tugging insistently at his dark tie.  He looked like a man torn, caught between what he knew he should do and what he wanted.  Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, he took a shaky breath before making up his mind.  

“Don’t blame you, this is a pretty lame party,” he replied, flashing you a toothy smirk before smoothing his tie and leading you out to the hallway.  As soon as you were out of sight of any guests, you took his hand, giggling as you slipped unseen from the party and climbed one of the empty stairwells, finding a secluded alcove.

“Now, where were we?” you whispered, pulling him closer, your breaths mingling. Carmine eyes studied your face as Bakugou leaned in, hand caressing your cheek as his gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes.  “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed, finally pressing his lips to yours, kissing you slowly, this time savouring the moment, unlike the desperate kiss on the balcony.  

Moaning softly, your hands slid up his chest as your tongue slid against his, exploring his mouth as he explored yours in turn, each caress growing more heated.

“Kats,” you gasped, arching your neck as his lips left yours, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, worshiping you as he gripped your hips tighter.

“Hmm?” he hummed gruffly, teeth grazing your skin.

“Touch me,” you breathed, chest heaving as his tongue found your fevered flesh, leaving a stripe of quickly cooling saliva in its wake.  “Please.  Need you,” you whimpered, slowly pulling your skirts up and guiding his hand between your legs, the ache between your thighs unbearable.

“Oh fuck,” Bakugou growled under his breath, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his fingers pulled aside the crotch of your panties, callused digits delving your slick folds.  “Did I make you that wet, hah?” he grunted, cock already straining against his trousers.

“Mhmm,” you breathed, burying your fingers in the spiky locks at the nape of his neck as your hips bucked against his hand.  “Do you know how many nights I’ve touched myself to the thought of you?  Your fingers are so much better,” you moaned, biting your lip, your pupils lust blown and wanting.

You felt Bakugou smirk against your neck before his face lifted, his grin turning wolfish.  If he was surprised by that revelation, he didn’t show it other than a slight dusting of pink across his cheeks.  “That so, Princess?”  

When he pulled his hand free, his grin widened at the needy whine that left your lips, canines flashing.  “Wipe that pout from your face, woman, I’m gunna give you something even better,” he said, holding your gaze as he lowered to one knee before you and lifted your skirts higher.

When you felt his lips on your inner thigh, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin, your breath hitched and you quickly covered your mouth.  “Kats, what’re you–?”  Your words cut off with a gasp as he kissed your clothed cunt, tongue lapping against the soaked fabric that yet covered your folds. 

“Oh!” you cried, once more pressing your hand to your mouth to muffle your moans as he practically ripped the delicate lace pulling the garment down your hips and shoving it into his pocket before parting your sopping folds with his fingers to tease your clit with his tongue, lapping broad strokes to your delicate bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Katsuki–”

A broken moan burst from your parted lips and you pressed your hands to the alcove walls to stabilize yourself as he continued to feast upon your cunt like a man starved, showing you pleasure like you’d never known before and you never wanted it to stop.  Throwing your head back, you ground shamelessly against his face, and the lewd wet sounds that filled the air only served to make you wetter.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” Katsuki groaned, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs to part your legs wider, no doubt leaving bruises, but you were past caring.  “Better than I imagined.”

Feeling your pleasure build in the pit of your stomach, you buried your fingers in Katsuki’s hair as his tongue rolled relentlessly against your quivering cunt and you clenched and shivered around his thick fingers that curled inside you to find that sweet spongy spot that made your knees shake.  

Face buried between your legs like it was where he belonged, Katsuki pushed you over the edge and you bit your lip hard, stifling the keen that threatened to spill forth, your entire body going rigid with your climax, and your legs tightened around his head as you came, gushing against his tongue.

When he was satisfied, he gave one last tender kiss to your pussy before lifting his face and wiping his chin with the back of his hand, licking his lips with a smirk.

“That better than your fingers?” he taunted, fixing your skirts and rising to kiss you so you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“So much better,” you breathed, smiling against his lips.  “I’ve never felt that good before.”

“I knew it!”

Monoma’s clear voice from the shadows behind you had Bakugou spinning to shield you from view, face twisting into a scowl, but it was no use.

“I knew something was going on!” Monoma cried, pointing furiously at Bakugou, his usually composed visage contorted with rage until his eyes fell on you.

“Can’t you see?  He’s hoodwinked you, Princess, seduced you, taken advantage of your innocence, and for that I don’t blame you.  You’re obviously the victim in this!” he exclaimed, a wild look in his eyes.  “If you come with me now, all will be forgiven and we can put this mess behind us.”  

Monoma outstretched his hand, clearly waiting for you to take it, but when you didn’t move his expression twisted once more, blue eyes darkening with anger.

“So that’s how it is then?” he snapped, voice growing cold, his hand falling to his side.  “You willfully deceived me!”

“Neito, it’s not like that, I–”

“You love him?  Is that it?” he mocked.  “I hate to break it to you, Princess, but marriage isn’t about love.  It’s about power, and if you throw this away, you’re a bigger fool than I thought.  He’s a nobody, a washed up failed hero, I’m a prince.  You could have everything!”

“I already have everything I want,” you countered, voice hard, not backing down, though your grasp on Bakugou’s jacket was tight enough to turn your knuckles white.  

For a long tense moment Monoma stared you down before making up his mind.  

“Fine,” he sneered, contempt dripping in every syllable, “if this is your choice, then so be it.  The wedding’s off, Princess, just like you wanted.”  Before he spun on his heel to stalk away, he pointed at you dramatically, a stray piece of hair falling into his eyes.  “But be warned, there will be consequences.  You’ll regret this, y/n.”

Without another word he stormed off and your legs nearly gave way, Bakugou the only thing keeping you upright.

“Katsuki, this is our chance!” you exclaimed, tugging at his jacket.  “Let’s run away now, just you and me!  We can start a new life.  We can be free!” you cried, desperately entreating him with your eyes, fear clutching your heart, crushing it.

Bakugou, however, shook his head, not budging from his spot.  “We wouldn’t be free,” he said softly, letting out a shaky breath, pain twisting his features.  “We’d always be running, always having to look over our shoulders.  Besides, your life is here.”

With every word that left his lips you grew more frantic and you tried to blink away the tears that welled in your eyes and caught in your lashes, but it was no use.

“There’s no future where we can truly be together, y/n,” Bakugou continued, his voice growing gruff with emotion.  “All we had was some stolen time.”

Before you could argue with him, you were surrounded by guards, Midoriya’s expression tense as he came to stand in front of you.  “The King wants to see you.  Both of you,” he said, voice wavering.

As they escorted you past the crowd of gawking revelers to your father’s office, you felt numb.  This was it.  It was over.

Damn Katsuki and his unwavering sense of honour, you thought, holding your head high though your tears fell freely.

“What were you thinking?”

Your father’s words cut like a knife as soon as you were alone, Bakugou a statue at your side.

“I–”

“You weren’t thinking!” he continued, voice steely, not needing to raise it to make it snap.  “Those were not the actions of a mature ruler, those were the actions of a selfish child.  And you–” he intoned, turning his sharp gaze on Bakugou, whose face tightened further.  “You’re fired.  Your services are no longer required.”

“What?  No!  You can’t do that!” you cried, looking between your father and Bakugou.

At your words the King’s expression darkened.  “Do you realize the ramification of your actions?  Prince Monoma has threatened war over this offense.  Instead of gaining a powerful ally, we’ve made a powerful enemy!  My decision is final,” he snapped.

“If you would have just found the time to listen to me–!”

“It would have changed nothing,” the King interrupted, standing.  “Did you think I would simply have allowed you to call off the wedding because you caught feelings for your bodyguard?” he scoffed.  “You have ruined everything we have worked for.  And you, Bakugou, I thought you of all people had more sense than this.  I thought you understood your place.  The moment you caught wind of my foolish daughter’s foolish feelings you should have shut them down.  Instead, you-you defiled her!”

Bakugou’s gaze hardened and his jaw flexed, as if it were taking every bit of his self control to keep from exploding on the King, and part of you wished he would.

“Escort him out.  I never wish to see his face again,” you father announced, glancing to Midoriya.

“But–!” you tried again feebly.

“You’re lucky I’m not taking his head for this.”  Your father’s words stopped you cold, as if the threat had plunged you into ice water.  “Take the princess back to her quarters while I figure out how to fix this mess.”

With a wave of the king’s hand, Midoriya escorted you and Bakugou out.

“Katsuki!” you cried, fighting against Deku’s grasp to try to reach him before he was surrounded by a hoard of other black suited guards.  The pain in his vermilion gaze pierced your heart, but he made no move to fight.

“I love you!” you called after him, voice cracking as he was led away.

“‘m sorry, y/n,” Bakugou murmured, yanking his arm back when one of the guards tried to grab him.

“Kacchan, why didn’t you listen to me?” Deku muttered under his breath before the blonde reluctantly turned his back on you, shoulders tense.

“No, please, Izuku–!  Just let me–!” you babbled as they led him away, still fighting, but Midoriya’s grasp on your arm didn’t loosen. 

Defeated, you finally let him take you back to your room once Bakugou was gone, holding your tears in until you were finally alone, though you knew Deku could still hear your pitiful sobs through the door.

Before you realized it, morning had come. You’d barely slept, locked in your room sobbing all night, only falling into a fitful sleep when you’d grown too exhausted, your weary body giving out.  In the weak light of dawn, your eyes were still puffy from crying and when a knock came at your door for breakfast you didn’t touch it, your appetite completely gone.

Throwing your arm over your face, you attempted to retreat back into sleep, but your mind wouldn’t shut off, thoughts swirling round your head.  The more you replayed your father’s words from the night before, the hotter your blood began to boil til a thought began to take shape.

Rolling out of bed, determination slowly took the place of your despair and you began to pace.  When your tray of lunch was delivered, your untouched breakfast taken away, you made yourself eat. 

Solidifying your plan, you dressed in your most practical clothes––you were going to need to blend in once you escaped the castle grounds.  Getting out unseen would be the easy part.  Finding Bakugou would prove more challenging, but you weren’t going to let that discourage you.

Waiting for the staff’s shift change, you slipped out undetected, using the secret servants’ passage to make your way to the kitchens and taking a moment to stuff some supplies in the satchel slung over your shoulder before using the servants’ entrance to leave the castle.

Once you were through the side gate, you were free, your heart pounding in your chest.  Out in the main city square, you kept your head down, paranoid that you’d be recognized while trying to gain your bearings.  Stopping by a small tourist stall, you grabbed a city map from the wire rack before your gaze fell to a stack of newspapers.  

The headline made your stomach drop and you quickly picked up a copy, your eyes hastily skimming the front page.

“Royal Scandal!  Royal Wedding Canceled:

After a shocking turn of events at last night’s ball of honour, the Princess was found in a compromising position with her personal bodyguard.  Prince Monoma, her betrothed, caught the two in the act and immediately called the wedding off, leaving the country before the King could convince him otherwise.  Sources say this may lead to war…”

Catching sight of a black and white photo of Bakugou’s familiar scowl, you grimaced, bracing yourself as you skipped down to read what they had to say about him.

“Ex-pro hero and former Chief of Royal Security, Katsuki Bakugou, faces backlash after his illicit affair with the princess was brought to light at last night’s festivities, leading to the cancellation of the Royal Wedding.

Bakugou was dismissed from his position at the palace and his current whereabouts are unknown, but it may be prudent of him to leave the country, if he hasn’t already.”

“Can you believe that?”

 A voice nearby pulled your attention and you listened, discreetly peering over the edge of the paper in your hands.

“I know,” another fellow muttered in response, shaking his head at the newspaper.

“I thought this wedding was supposed to protect us, not make us a bigger target!”

“Ah, but haven’t you forgotten?”

“Forgotten what?”

“That terrorist group that was threatening the royal family because of the wedding in the first place?”

“So what’re you saying?  That no matter what we’d be at war?” the first one scoffed.

“Maybe, but Monoma’s army isn’t as large as ours.  I think it’s nothing but an empty threat.”

Keeping the men’s conversation in mind, you returned the paper and took off in search of the public records building.  By the time you found a tenuous lead, an address that you weren’t even sure was recent or not, the sun hung low in the sky, throwing long dark shadows across the busy square.

Debating whether to find someplace to stay for the night and resume your search in the morning or continue on, the thought that someone would soon realize you were missing and come after you made up your mind.

Buttoning your coat up higher and gripping your satchel tightly, you took off, courage wavering once night fell completely over the warren of back streets you’d ended up in.

“Lost, are we?”

A voice from nowhere and everywhere at once asked, freezing you in your tracks and you quickly looked over your shoulder, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s dangerous all alone in the dark?”

No matter where you looked, you couldn’t find the person who’d spoken and fear bubbled in your gut, urging you to move, to run.  Taking off down the alley in the opposite direction, you could sense a presence chasing you, his mocking laughter echoing in your ears.

Suddenly something caught your ankle, sending you sprawling forward, arms windmilling frantically.  Before you hit the ground, however, something caught you, cushioning your fall, and a pair of pitch black arms surrounded you as a body emerged from the darkness beneath you.

“Who are you?!  Let me go!” you demanded, voice wavering, but your cries were just as useless as your struggling.  Icy cold fear slithered down your spine as the darkness continued to take shape, splitting into a toothy grin before your eyes.

“Prince Monoma sends his regards.  Don’t worry, Princess, you’ll be with him soon.”

“Princess, can I come in?” Midoriya called from the hallway, knocking gently at your door.

You’d already eaten your lunch, but it had been awfully quiet all afternoon and Deku was starting to worry.  

“Princess, I’m coming in,” he announced when there was no answer, pushing the door open and peering inside.  One look and it was obvious you were gone.

“Shit,” Deku swore under his breath, hurrying in to search for clues as to where you’d gone, though he had a good idea.  A hastily scrawled note atop your pillow confirmed his suspicions and he tore out of the room, knowing exactly where you were headed.

Alerting the other guards to search the palace grounds in case he was wrong, he sprinted to the gate, putting his cell phone to his ear.  “Kacchan, pick up.  Pick up!” he muttered, tearing through the square toward Bakugou’s apartment in the slowly fading light.

“Dammit Kacchan!” he hissed, shoving his phone back into his pocket when it went to voicemail for the third time.

By the time he reached Bakugou’s door he was panting hard.  Barely pausing to catch his breath, however, he pounded at the wood hard enough to rouse the dead.  After several minutes he finally heard movement from within and with a grumbled oath from the other side, the door swung open.

Bakugou loomed in the doorway, hulking frame filling the space as he blinked blearily at Deku, his ruby eyes red rimmed and bloodshot as if he’d been crying.

“The fuck do you want?” he muttered and from where he stood Midoriya could practically smell the stench of alcohol wafting off him.

“Kacchan, a-are you drunk?”

He’d never seen his friend even so much as tipsy before and the sight took him aback.

“What.  The.  Fuck.  Do you want, Deku?” Bakugou repeated, filling each bitten off word with as much malice as possible.

Remembering why he had come in the first place, he shook himself out of it.  “y/n’s missing!” he exclaimed.  “I went to check on her and she was gone.  I-I thought she might’ve come here.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, his words instantly sobering him.

“What?” he demanded, grabbing the front of Deku’s shirt.  “She was left in your protection for one day and this is what happens?” he growled.

“I–I’m sorry, Kacchan!  I was so sure she’d be here!” Midoriya stammered and Bakugou pushed him back, letting go of his shirt.  

“Yeah, well how would she be here if she doesn’t even know where I live, hah?” he snarled, turning and heading back inside, rummaging for something on the kitchen counter while Deku hesitantly followed after.

“What are you doing?”

“I put a GPS tracker on y/n’s bag when I first became her bodyguard.  If she has it with her we can find her using its signal,” Bakugou explained, fumbling to turn his phone on to access the app.

“Oh, that’s so smart, Kacchan!” Midoriya exclaimed, brightening once more, his fists clenching hopefully.

“Yeah, I fuckin�� know it is,” Bakugou grunted.  “HA!” he cried as a small green dot lit up on the map.  “There she is, what’re we waiting for, y’damn nerd?”

Before long they were on their way, Bakugou propelling himself forward like a madman, his explosions echoing through the streets.

“Don’t you think you’re moving a little recklessly, Kacchan?”

“Don’t you see where she’s heading?  She ain’t on her way to the border by herself.  She’s been kidnapped,” he explained, “and we gotta get her back before they get there.”

Though you had a head start on them, Bakugou knew you’d have to stop to rest at some point and they’d catch up, coming right to you, even if they had to travel throughout the night.

About an hour from the border your blinking green dot finally stopped moving and the two former heroes took cover, searching for your location as the sun rose.

You couldn’t be far.

“Look, down there,” Deku exclaimed in a hushed voice, pointing toward the dark treeline at the base of the hill they were crouched atop.  In the shade of the dense foliage Bakugou could just barely make out the shape of a small hut.

“Well, what the fuck are we waitin’ for?  Let’s go!” he growled, pushing up from his hiding place, tiny explosions popping irritably across his palms.

“Kacchan, wait!” Deku hissed, catching Bakugou by the back of his shirt and yanking him back.  “I want to rush in there and save y/n as much as you do, but we need a plan.”

As much as Bakugou wanted to argue, he knew Deku was right, and he clenched his teeth tighter, his nostrils flaring in frustration.  “Fine.  What do we know about the kidnapper?” he grumbled, peering down at the hut, catching movement at the window.

“Since they seem to be heading for the border, I think it’s safe to assume that whoever it is works for Monoma,” Deku mused, holding his chin as he always did when deep in thought.

Bakugou’s face contorted at mention of the prince’s name.  “Makes sense,” he grunted, balling his hands into fists, his blunt nails biting into his palms hard enough to leave angry red crescent shaped indents.  “Whoever this asshole is, he’s stealthy and can move quickly–”

“Vantablack!” Deku exclaimed suddenly, smacking the side of his fist into his other palm.

“Who?” Bakugou demanded, brows knitting tighter.  The name sounded vaguely familiar, but where had he heard it?  If only he hadn’t drank so much last night, he thought, head pounding.

“Remember the security dossier we received when the prince first came to the palace?  It listed all threats to the prince, but also any that might be associated with him!”

Though Bakugou’s head swam, he fought to remember, his eyes snapping open as the memory came to him.  

“Shihai Kuroiro.”

“That’s him,” Deku said before he began to list off what the intel had said about the man’s quirk.

“So, if stealth is his forte, we lure him into a close range fight and it’ll be over quickly,” Bakugou pointed out, cracking his knuckles ominously.

“Exactly!” Deku agreed, nodding sharply.  “Our best bet will be at midday, when the sun is directly overhead and the shadows will be at their smallest.  We’ll just need to get him out into the open.  The middle of that field below should work.”

Bakugou frowned as he peered up at the sky.  The sun was slowly climbing, but there was still a few hours til noon yet, and to have to wait while that fiend could be doing who-knows-what to you in that cabin chafed.

As much as he hated to admit it, Izuku’s plan was the best chance they had, but he didn’t have to like it.  Settling in to keep watch Bakugou tried not to think about the aching worry that twisted his gut, or the painful emptiness that had engulfed him the night before.

The moment he’d crossed the threshold to his dark apartment, Bakugou had pressed his back to the door and slid down to the floor, curling in on himself and covering his face with his hands as angry tears came, steaming down his face freely while heart wrenching sobs wracked him.  He’d laid his emotions out raw, finally face to face with the truth.

He loved you.

He’d let you in, dared to want you, and just when he’d gotten a taste, it was yanked away, and he would never see you again.

To dull the pain, he’d finally pushed to his feet and stumbled to the half empty kitchen, searching for the half full bottle he’d stashed away in the cabinet.  Bakugou barely ever imbibed, not wanting his edge dulled, even if not on duty, but tonight he wanted to dull everything.

He’d just wanted to forget.  But now there was a sliver of hope.

Bakugou didn’t know if he’d be able to keep you even after this.  But as long as you were alive, that was all that mattered.

“What are we doing?” you asked as your captor shoved you into the rundown cabin hidden beneath the low hanging boughs at the edge of the woods.

“We’re resting before we make the final leg of our journey,” he explained impatiently, locking the door and peering out the windows.

In the dim room he practically melted into the shadows, his mop of white hair and the flash of his eyes and teeth the only parts of him you could make out in the darkness.

“But the sun’s barely risen,” you prompted, fishing for details about his quirk.  You had a feeling he’d be weaker under the bright sun overhead once you left the shade of the forest.

“Stop asking questions,” your kidnapper snapped, fixing you with a knowing look before once more glancing out the window.

“Do I get to know your name, at least?” you muttered, plopping down on the dusty cot in the corner and drawing your knees to your chest.

For a long moment you didn’t think he would answer you.

“Kuroiro,” he finally said.

“Kurorio,” you repeated, resting your chin on your knees. “Why are you doing this?” you asked softly, not really expecting him to answer.

Kuroiro snorted.  “What Monoma wants, Monoma gets.”

“But he called off the wedding, why would he…?” your words trailed off as the answer came to you, the pieces falling into place and Kuroiro sneered at you.

“Not so dumb, after all,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders.  “Our country wants that treaty one way or another, and if we have to use you as ransom to get it, then so be it.  It’s nothing personal,” he said with a shrug.

“I actually thought I’d have to sneak into the palace to get you, but to my pleasant surprise you did most of the work for me,” he taunted.

Clenching your jaw in frustration, you closed your eyes.  

Surely by now, your father would know you were missing and send an army of guards after you, but how would they even know where you were?  How would they possibly find you out here?

Your stomach dropped further as another thought occurred to you.

Would Bakugou know you were missing? Would he come looking for you?

Something about the way Kuroiro kept nervously glancing out the window made you wonder, why was he so on guard?  He seemed wary, as if there were someone out there.

“Did Monoma send you on your own?” you asked, wetting your lips, running through ways you could get out of the cabin and out into the sunlight, possibly to whoever might be out there.

Katsuki?  

“If so, that seems awfully risky to me,” you continued, trying to draw your captor away from the door and create an opening.

“Shut up,” Kuroiro hissed, turning back to glare at you.  “His Highness’s trust is well placed,” he continued, stepping away from the door to face you.  “We just have to wait a little longer,” he mused, striding across the room to peer out the other window.

This was your chance!  Jumping up from the cot, you raced to the door while Kuroiro’s back was turned.

“Oh, no you don’t!” he growled as soon as you made a break for it, disappearing into the shadows to grab you from behind as you reached for the doorknob.  “Where do you think you’re going, Princess?  Thought you could get past me, huh?  I am the darkness,” he hissed in your ear as he pulled you back, your struggles fruitless.

“Fuck.  You.”  You grunted  through clenched teeth, remembering Katsuki and Midoriya’s self defense training.  While Kuroiro seemed to melt into the shadows, he was solid enough behind you and you repeated the acronym you’d learned, first jabbing him hard in the stomach with your elbow before stomping down on his foot and throwing your head back, making contact with his nose.

The groan of pain that ripped from his lips grew as you turned to knee him before fleeing, wrenching the door open as he stumbled backwards.

Running as hard as you could, you fled to the bright field, away from the deep shadows of the forest where Kuroiro would have more power.  You knew as soon as he recovered he’d come after you, even without any darkness to hide in, but if you had a large enough head start, maybe…

Your thoughts faltered as Bakugou and Midoriya burst from their cover, and relief flooded you instantly, your heart soaring at the sight of Katsuki.  You were safe.  He’d come for you!

But this was no time for teary heartfelt reunions.  They still had an enemy to fight.

“Get behind me,” Bakugou growled, stepping in front of you protectively, Deku at his side.

“Glad to see you’re okay, Princess,” Midoriya murmured, though his usual easy going grin was nowhere to be seen—his expression focused.

“Careful, he can melt into the shadows,” you warned as Kuroiro appeared, finally stepping out of the cabin door.

“Figured,” Bakugou huffed, not taking his eyes from the enemy.

“He’s gunna try to draw us back into the forest where he’ll have the advantage,” Deku exclaimed, rushing forward.

“I know that!” Bakugou snapped, taking off after him, throwing his hands behind him to propel himself forward.

Sure enough, Kuroiro slipped into the shadows and disappeared.  “You can try to find me, but the darkness is my domain!” Kuroiro called, his voice seeming to come from all directions at once, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint his location.

“Just give up!  Soon the sun will set and the shadows will lengthen, and I’ll take back your pretty little princess,” he taunted, bringing a frustrated growl to Bakugou’s throat, his lips curling back into a sneer.

“How about you shut your damn mouth, coward!” he snarled, sending a barrage of AP shots into the forest.  “DIE!”

Kuroiro’s laughter echoed through the trees, only serving to fan Bakugou’s anger, his muscles tensing like a spring ready to snap.

Midoriya tried as well, directing a blast of air through the foliage with a flick of his fingers, to no avail.

“Ah, ah, ah, why don’t you come a little closer, hmm?” Kuroiro taunted.

Bakugou let out a guttural growl, growing tired of this game.  “That’s it, we’re doin’ things my way!” 

“Kacchan, use Howitzer Impact and I’ll grab him with my blackwhip—“

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Bakugou barked, already ahead of Midoriya, propelling himself upward.

With a fierce cry he threw his hands down toward the forest, palms blazing, the air around them shimmering with heat.  You’d ever gotten to see his quirk in action before and a soft gasp left your lips as the explosion that lit up the sky seared into your vision.

“HOWITZER IMPAAAACT!”

With that, it was all over, Kuroiro didn’t stand a chance.  The force of Bakugou’s blast and the light that lit up the forest knocked him out and left him know where to hide.  Deku swooped in as soon as he saw your captor’s dark form, projecting a series of dark ropes that crackled with electricity, binding Kuroiro and pulling him out into the middle of the field.

As soon as Bakugou landed, sweat dripping from his brow and smoke yet clinging to him, you didn’t hesitate, leaping into his arms.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ scare me like that again, woman!” Katsuki growled, wrapping you up in the tightest embrace you’d ever felt.  Though his voice was gruff, it wavered with emotion and you swore you saw tears clinging to his lashes before he pulled you against his chest.

“I knew you’d come for me!” you admitted, burying your face against him and breathing in his familiar burnt caramel scent.

“Course I fuckin’ came for you!  Nothing’s gunna keep me from protecting you, idiot!” he replied, incredulous that you’d even doubt him for a moment.

Wiping your eyes, you turned your face up to him.  “Not even my father?”

For a moment Katsuki gazed down at you, catching a stray tear on your cheek with his callused thumb before letting out a soft huff.  “Specially not him.  Nothin’s gunna keep me from you any longer.”

“Promise?” 

“What’d I say, woman?  Don’t believe me, hah?” he asked, lifting you easily into his arms, grinning at the surprised yelp that left your lips and the way you snaked your arms tightly around his neck.

“I promise,” he huffed, his lips brushing the shell of your ear before turning toward the field.

“Uh, Kacchan, where’re you going?” Midoriya called after you, frowning as he lowered his cell phone, no doubt calling for backup and to let your parents know you were safe.

“Mind your own business, y’damn nerd!” Katsuki called back, glaring over his shoulder.

“But—!”  Deku glanced between Kuroiro, who was still knocked out and restrained, and Katsuki’s retreating back.

“Stay here and watch him, we’ll be back.”

Midoriya looked ready to argue, but he didn’t object further.

Once out of sight of your other bodyguard, Katsuki gently laid you down on the soft grass and you smiled up at him.  The clouds overhead slowly made their way across the pale blue sky, driven by the breeze that tickled your face.  

“Kat,” you breathed, reaching up to cup his warm cheek.

“Hmm?” he hummed, leaning into your touch.

“I want you.”

“You already fuckin’ have me,” he groaned, leaning in to claim your lips, his hands dragging over your body, helping you pull your blouse over your head.

As soon as the breeze hit your exposed skin it pebbled beneath Katsuki’s large hands and he paused to press his lips between your breasts, exploring this new territory to claim as his own before he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, leaving you completely bare before him.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, taking a long moment to admire you before shedding his singed tanktop at your hands’ desperate urging.

“So are you,” you murmured, lifting your hips to shimmy your pants down, letting him help you with the rest of your clothes, while he shed his.

At the sight of his chiseled abs and impressive cock, already half hard, you sucked in a soft breath, cunt tingling with anticipation.

“You ever… done this before?” Katsuki mumbled, face flaring hotter at the question and you glanced away in embarrassment.

“Not exactly…” you admitted before venturing: “Have you…?”  

What a stupid question, you thought, wincing.  Of course he has.  He must have.  People must have been throwing themselves at him left and right when he was a pro hero.

“Not as much as you might believe,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze as well.  “I mean, a couple times, but…” stopping, he shook his head, forcing himself to hold your gaze.

“If you don’t wanna…”

“I do,” you insisted quickly, letting your fingers brush over the pink puckered scar from the gunshot wound he’d gotten protecting you all those months ago.

Glancing up at him, you kissed his chest where your fingers had just been, slowly plying him with soft kisses while your hand traveled lower, letting your fingertips map out each dip and swell of muscle until you reached his navel.  Katsuki’s breath hitched and you felt his muscles twitch beneath your touch.

“I want you.  Want all of you,” you murmured against his fevered skin as you touched him, slipping your hand along his length.  “You’re so hard for me,” you moaned, awe in your voice, and the thought that you had that power over him sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, leaving you practically dripping, the anticipation too much to handle any longer.

Swiping your thumb over his head, you caught the bead of pre that had leaked out, and grinned as Katsuki twitched in your hand, a needy sound catching in his throat.  Flicking your gaze back upward, you watched his expression as you guided him to your entrance, coating his tip in your slick and gasping as he rolled his hips, slipping his length between your sloppy folds to grind against you, his cock head brushing your throbbing clit.

Letting out a shuddering breath, you moved subconsciously, writhing beneath him, impatient to be filled.

“Please Katsuki, n-need you inside me.  Need you so bad,” you whimpered, voice cracking as he slid into you, pushing past your first tight ring of muscle, slowly stretching you as your cunt sucked him in.

“Fuck,” he breathed, groaning as his mouth fell open and his eyelids fluttered.  “So fuckin’ tight.”

“Mmm, I’m all yours.  This is all for you,” you purred, swallowing as he continued to move, splitting your virgin cunt with his cock.

“Squeezin’ me so tight with this sweet angel cunt, dunno how long I’m gunna last,” he grunted, finally bottoming out and pausing to catch his breath.  

Thankful he’d stopped for a moment, you tried to sync your breathing with his.  The stretch of his cock stung, but you’d never felt more full before, and the sensation went straight to your head, making thought difficult.

All you wanted was for him to move, to fuck you dumb, and fill you up.  You wanted him to take all of you.

“You ready, Princess?” Katsuki drawled in your ear, voice strained with how tightly you were clamping down on him, your perfect pussy trembling around him.

“Yes, please!” you cried, moaning brokenly when he pulled nearly all the way out, only to slide back into you, slowly letting you adjust to his size, but you were still impatient, craving the friction of his pelvis against your aching clit. 

“Don’t hold back,” you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair and rolling your hips to meet his measured thrusts.  “I’m not that delicate.”

“No.  No, you ain’t,” Katsuki agreed after a moment of deliberation, his lips tugging into a wolfish grin, pulling back to reveal pink gums and pearly canines.  “Came after me all on your own, hah?  Headstrong little thing,” he grunted, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust, stealing your breath.

“Nothing’s gunna stand in the way of what I want,” you replied, a fierceness to your words that surprised even you.

“Yeah?  And what do you want, Princess?” Katsuki asked smugly, already knowing, but wanting to hear you say it; his thrusts becoming sloppy, filling the field with the dull slap of sweat slicked skin.

“I want you, Kat.  Always,” you breathed, gasping as his mouth collided with yours and shuddering as his thumb found your puffy clit, rubbing frantic circles against it to tip you toward the edge, your desperate words nearly enough to make him cum.

“Don’t stop!” you commanded, nails biting into his shoulder blades as your pleasure swelled, the tight coil in your belly compressing tighter, ready to snap.  “F-fill me!” you whimpered as he rut into you roughly, jolting your entire body with the force of it.

“Want me to breed this pretty pussy?  Stuff you full, huh, P-princess?” Katsuki groaned, his movements turning jerky.

“YES!” you cried, body tensing on the plateau of your climax and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, urging him deeper.  You wanted him to fill you with his seed.  To give your father no choice but to let him marry you.

Prince Consort Katsuki.  It had a nice ring to it.

The spring inside you finally snapped and white hot light filled your vision, blinding you as you keened Katsuki’s name, pressing your face into his shoulder as he rode you through your high, finally burying himself to the hilt as he came, painting thick ropes against your cervix as he twitched and shuddered.

“I love you, Katsuki,” you whispered against his skin, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his chest heaved against yours.

“Heh, yeah.  Love you too, idiot,” he murmured after a moment, as if saying it out loud might make him more fragile, holding you tighter and breathing you in, needing to be anchored to something.  To you.

“I have a name, you know,” you teased lightly, fingertips ghosting over his sides, drawing a soft chuckle from his lips before he lifted his face to gaze softly down at you.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it,” he grunted before sobering and looking you in the eye.  “Love you too, y/n.  Want you to be mine, always,” he said, repeating your own words back at you before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Maybe we should get back.  Deku’s probably getting worried,” you murmured with a mischievous grin.

“He can fuckin’ wait.  I wanna hold you a bit longer before we have to face your parents.”

“Then what happened?” 

“Then, a month later we got married,” you explained with a grin, stroking your son’s unruly blonde hair, nearly identical to his father’s.  “And about eight months after that, you were born,” you continued, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“And then me?” another little voice asked, your daughter practically jumping into your lap from where she’d been playing on the rug.

“And then you,” you chuckled, pinching her chubby little cheek, “a couple years later.”

“Is Grandfather still angry at Father?” your son asked solemnly, the question taking you by surprise.

“No, not anymore,” you answered, smiling softly, glad that it was true, though it had taken a while.

“What about uncle Deku?” your daughter asked next, bouncing in your lap.  “When is he coming to visit again?”

“Soon!” you laughed, smoothing her hair.  “He’s coming back for your birthday party next month.  He’s been busy being a hero again.”

“But what about the prince?  Surely he got in trouble for what he did!” you son interjected, a serious look on his face that reminded you too much of Katsuki.

“He denied any involvement, claiming Vantablack had gone rogue and acted on his own.  But don’t worry, my love,” you added quickly, seeing the way he opened his mouth indignantly, no doubt ready to ask if you’d be safe, even now.  “Your daddy keeps me safe, nothing bad will happen to us,” you assured him gently.

“Oi, what’s goin’ on in here?”  Bakugou’s voice at the door made you lift your head to grin up at him and his ruby eyes softened as his gaze swept the room, taking in the sight of his family gathered in one place.

“Just telling the story of how we met, how you saved me,” you answered, your daughter slipping from your lap to run over to him, wrapping her little arms tightly around his knee.

“Daddy, you were so brave!” she cried, stars in her eyes as she beamed up at him.

“Mommy was the brave one!” your son argued, pouting slightly and you had to cover your amused smile at the way Bakugou faltered for a moment before recovering, lifting his little girl and perching her on his hip before crossing the room to ruffle his son’s hair.

“Heh, you’re right about that.  She’s the bravest, most headstrong woman I know,” he rumbled, slipping his hand along your jaw and tilting your face up so he could kiss you.  “Really pretty too.”

“Ewww kissing!” your son cried in disgust before tearing out of the room, your daughter fidgeting til Bakugou set her down so she could chase after.

“Well that’s one way to get them out of the room,” you laughed, kissing him back as you stood to embrace him.

“You didn’t tell ‘em everything, did ya?” Katsuki asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at you.

Gasping at the accusation, you smacked his solid chest playfully.  “Of course not!” you exclaimed, feigning offense.  “What type of mother do you take me for?”

At that Katsuki chuckled, a rare smile pulling at his lips that wasn’t so rare when he was around you or the children.  “Yeah, yeah, ‘m just kiddin’.  You’re the best damn mother and wife there is.”

“You don’t… ever regret this life?” you asked softly, worry creeping into your voice and Katsuki frowned, pulling back to look you sternly in the eye.

“Never.”

“But—“ you began, thinking about how he could have gone back to hero work instead of staying with you.

“I have something more precious than anything to protect.  My place is here.  With you.  With our brats,” he said fondly, a smile returning to his face.  “This is what I want, remember?  You.  Always.”

“Always,” you agreed, knowing he meant it.

[tendousfingers]

fair maiden | satoru gojo

a/n: this is my piece for the ouatintroloves collab! it's fairy tale themed and multi-fandom, hosted by @introloves ! all the other amazing pieces, the line up and more collab information can be found here.

summary: the prince has had his fair share of the handmaids in the castle, but he's yet to have his hands on you.

warnings!: fem! reader, handmaid! reader, prince! gojo, gojo's kind of a slut, reader kinda dislikes him, thigh riding, spanking, hair pulling, usage of the word slut, vaginal penetration, doggy style, both praise and degradation, mentions of cumming inside to impregnate reader, breeding, cream pie. kinda happy ending? please let me know if i missed anything! also i didn't proofread this so that's that.

wc ; 3686.

gojo's fingers slip beneath your chin methodically, lean and lanky body cornering you against the door that had brought you into his personal quarters to begin with. all you had intended to do was bring his night robe, maybe even change his bedding. that is your job after all, to serve him, do what he asks and cater to his every whim. nothing more, nothing less. 

at least, that's what you told yourself as you looked up into eyes that almost seemed icy, willing yourself to keep your mouth shut even though you so badly wanted to curse him. the prince hums inquisitively, tilting his head to one side to get a good look at your features, even using his hold over your chin to turn your head from one angle to the next. 

you loathed the way he ogled you, like a trophy or prize, something that he could get his hands on. he did as much with nearly every other handmaid in the castle, easily charming whatever woman he so desired. except, for you. he'd pined for you for quite the while, tried his hand at getting your attention time and time again, yet, to his dismay. you were unattainable, intangible, something gojo had yet to encounter in his life of luxury. 

born with a silver spoon in his mouth, satoru gojo always got what he wanted, which is why he had to have you. a handmaid like you couldn't possibly turn down a prince like himself, you'd be stupid to. how could you not want him? 

yet, you didn't. you weren't rude to him, you didn't turn him down harshly. you simply didn't indulge in his shenanigans. how could you possibly be attracted to a man you'd accidentally seen lying with the vast percentage of your peers? one at a time, two at a time. the handmaids gossiped like school girls, and through the grapevine you had heard exactly what the prince was up to in his free time. 

"what? is there something the matter with me? you don't like me?" 

gojo inquires directly to your face, making it impossible for you to ignore him. his hand presses against the cool wall behind your head, brows raised as he awaits your answer. 

"of course it's not that, my lord. i just have so many tasks that need tending to, and im sure you'd like to be left alone." 

he's amused by your answer, because he knows it's not the truth. there's no shame in his next actions, fingers trailing from your chin to glide down your neck and over your clavicle, his fingers trace the bone hidden beneath your flesh, "it's quite the opposite really. id much rather be in the company of a beautiful woman like you."

"like me?" you echo his words, "is that what you tell all the handmaid's?" you turn your head in his grasp, an almost infuriating action to the prince. his eyes gleam, tauntingly with mischief and deviousness. he grips you tighter, turning your head back towards him sharply. "and if it was? does that bother you?" 

there's a twitch of his lips as he holds back a smirk. the question taunts you, mocks you almost because you don't have a direct answer. did it bother you? the fact that he could use the same phrase with women over and over again and yet achieve the same result? or did it bother you that there was a wet spot forming in the cloth of your panties at the mere thought of the dastardly prince using you to get off? 

your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip, and when you don't answer, gojo's pale brows raise to his hairline, "oh? cat got your tongue?" his tongue swipes over his lips, fingers reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, "i think.. you like the attention. isn't that right? you like that ive finally chosen you and not one of them." 

 "th-that's ridiculous!" is your outburst, eyes wide and frantic. you're not even aware of how he could come to such a conclusion, and to add to it, it almost seemed as if he were right. had you been jealous of the other handmaidens all along? 

to counter the dryness of your mouth you swallow thickly, lips then parting to allow you to defend yourself but to no avail. a long digit presses against your mouth to shush you, "don't even try to deny it. because i think this–" gojo's knee grinds into the sticky heat between your legs, rubbing from one side to the other, the white cotton of your dress draping over either side of his thigh, "only proves my point even more." 

the soft skin of your legs is exposed as your dress is hiked up with every push and grind of his knee. you resist the urge to roll your hips against it, even with his eyes taunting you so. you're pushed up onto your tippy toes from the force, the raw edge of your boots digging into the backs of your heels, head sliding back against the wall as you keen quietly. you bunch your fingers at your sides, crumbling your dress in your hands to prevent yourself from touching him back. 

gojo notices, and with the speed of lightning he's grasping your hand and placing it over his own breast piece, his larger palm ghosting over the new connection. gojo's eyes glint with blown pupils, knee still grinding into your cunt steadily, "admit that you want me just as much as i do. you're dying to lay with me, aren't you?" 

there's a particularly tight flex of his thigh, hard muscle pressing against your already swollen clit. only a thin piece of cotton separates the two of you, it dawning on you only now as you're pressed for an answer. 

with a shaky breath you finally meet his gaze confidently, "yes, my prince. i want you to take me— ravish me for tonight however you see fit." 

the hand that had been placed against his chest now gently rubs against him, thumbing over his nipple through layers of silk. to feel it harden is almost like a reward, and even more, the grin that lines his lips from your answer makes you all the more giddy for what was to come. 

what feels like eons pass as gojo closes the gap between the two of you, closer and closer until you can feel his breath fan across your face, the smell of wine clinging to his breath so sweetly. you hum hotly when his lips finally touch yours, everything you had declared to him before now thrown to the wind without a second thought.  

you can't think about it for too long, warm hands sliding beneath your dress and taking ahold of your waist. gojo groans aloud when he feels you sucking down on his bottom lip, feather-like touches to your sides now firm as he yanks you up his thigh, pussy leaving a trail along the fabric of his pants, his knee knocking into the door that sits behind you the entire time.

his thigh, now permanently flexed, presses against your throbbing cunt, needy and ready to be stuffed. it was almost as if your own body was betraying you, the way it reacted to him no matter what he did. layer after layer of linen is stripped from his body, landing to the floor in crumpled heaps that he kicks to the side with his free leg. the other bounces you relentlessly over his knee, the hard bone tapping your clit with just enough force to make you clench, but not enough to send you over the edge. 

nimble fingers help him to discard his final layer of clothing, shoulders bending forward and back to shrug it off and at the same time, accentuating each moving muscle of his neck. you’re fighting to get your own clothes off, dragging you feet against the door behind you until the boots on your feet were loose enough to kick off, brown leather glinting under the lights before they land haphazardly elsewhere. there's a single but firm tug to the front of your dress, and almost like paper it rips under the pressure, tearing down the middle and freeing your tits. 

you could have yelled aloud, the fact that he had torn the only garment you owned to shreds almost overwhelming you because what were you to wear when this was all said and done?

“ill dress you in the finest robes and jewels, just like the princess you ought to be. don’t worry over these old rags any longer.”

it was as if he had read your mind, immediately comforting you and dismissing your current worries with ease. the tattered white cotton falls down your shoulders effortlessly, sliding down your sides before drooping down around your waist, your entire upper body revealed to him. he leans back to observe you closely, hand reaching to gently brush against your clavicle before rounding down to cup beneath your breast. he squeezes gently, just taking the moment to absorb every small detail available to his eye. 

your nipple hardens from his touch, just as his own had done for you earlier, and his lips curve to create a small smile.he pinches it gently, then snickering when your body reacts just the way he had wanted it to. he was pleased with what he saw, but he wanted more. to see the rest of your body like this. he gently places your feet back to the ground, taking a few steps back in order to get the full view before lifting a single finger, 

“i want the rest of it off of you at once.” 

you gulp, eyes wide at his request. he wanted to watch you finish undressing? you give him a curt nod, fingers reaching to the material that pooled at your waist, “as you wish.” 

it is carefully pushed down your thighs, revealing more and more of your supple skin. your body seems unusually sensitive, even the drag of your nails over your calves as you continue to push it down sends shivers up your spine. you look up to gojo once the article is down around your ankles, carefully stepping out of it and onto the floor next to it. you were nearly satisfied with yourself, waiting for him to commend you on how good you had done. 

but he doesn’t, even with how striking you looked right now, there was one piece of clothing still left on your body, and that simply would not do. “i said the rest of it, did i not?” his eyes flitter between your face and back down to the undergarment still snug around your waist, and you feel almost silly when you realize what he was referring to. 

as you slip your fingers beneath the waistband, you suddenly hesitate. was there any possible way to discard these without him seeing the obvious mess you had made between your legs? the conclusion you came to was no. with goosebumps lining nearly every inch of your skin, you finally drop your panties down your thighs, strings of slick connecting the saturated cloth to your pussy embarrassingly, then breaking off once the underwear had been pulled away too far. 

the young prince hums with amusement, snowy brows arching to his hairline whilst his arms cross over his chest. “it seems that you’ve been fooling yourself this entire time. there’s no denying it now.. my pretty little servant is a slut for me.” 

you couldn’t deny it, even if you wanted to. being degraded like that turned you on even more, thighs clenching shut at the harsh words that glide off of his lips so easily. there was something about seeing you like this that had gojo over the moon. the one servant he’d been trying the hardest to woo now putty in the palm of his hand. his cock twitched at the thought of breaking you so easily.  

he guides you towards the bed with ease, bending you over fine quilts and lavish coverlets. you had never felt something so soft against your skin until now, as gasp making its way past your lips as your ass meets the cool air. this causes a shiver to tickle your spine, and another when the broad palm of gojo’s hand rubs over ass, gently he caresses you fingers just barely dipping past the seam of your ass or further. you whine pitifully, even push back against him, begging for more than just this. 

he had been oddly quiet thus far, your desperate actions earning an “oh?” in response. the movements of his hand had stilled, and you thought for just a moment that maybe he was even considering your plea. to show how wrong you'd been, his hand pops against your ass, heat searing along your skin in a fiery pleasure. your jaw drops to allow a squeal to leave your throat, louder than any other noise you had made tonight. your body lurches forward from the force, back bending in and your ass lifting even higher. you feel tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes, not from pain but because fuck that felt good. 

gojo fists his fingers in your hair, tugging back until your ear meets his lip, your body arched almost uncomfortably, “good sluts remain patient, understand?” you gape like a fish out of water, lips opening and closing yet no words coming out. finally, you're able to choke out a “y-yes sir.” and he releases your hair, allowing you to fall forward onto your elbows. you’re dying to know when he’s going to fuck you, but you keep quiet and wait like a good girl. 

gojo shuffles behind you, carefully stepping out of his pants and undergarments before his knee meets the cushiony bed, climbing up behind you swiftly. his cock swings between his legs, brushing up against your ass and smearing precum along the spanked flesh. you can't help but glance back when you feel it upon you, eyes widening immensely when you see the sheer girth of him. he’s long, yet thick, straight white hairs leading towards his cock and laying thickly around the base. he curves slightly to right, head nearly purpling compared to the rest of his alabastrine skin. 

he runs a hand down his chest and stomach, moaning softly at the feeling of touching himself. his fingers wrap around his cock, stroking up and down two or three times. the corner’s of his lips twitch, fighting to curve into a smirk as he observes the look on your face. he knows how long you've wanted this, how long you’ve waited to be stuffed with his cock. gojo is a generous prince, pressing his leaky tip to your entrance and pushing in. 

there’s a sting and burn as you stretch out around him, hips itching to wiggle against him but his hand is placed firmly on your hip to keep you in place. gojo’s in no rush, slowly inching his cock into your velvet walls. with every inch the pressure in your stomach only grows, yet gradually because he’s dragging this out for as long as possible. white eyelashes flutter restlessly once he’s nearly half way inside, his hand coming to join the other on your waist. gojo gingerly pulls back out, thumbs digging into the bottom of your spine to brace himself for the way his hips swing back forward, sheathing himself all the way to the hilt, much like a sword in your scabbard. 

“oh, oh god!” your cry could be heard down every hall and through every bed chamber, the way his cock suddenly filling you up had your eyes nearly pop from your head. the intrusion was deep, cockhead nestled against the pucker of your womb without even so much as wiggle room. immediately, gojo starts off with a quick pace, plunging in and out of your like clockwork. you could recall a time in which you had walked past his bedchamber once before, the shrill screams of another handmaid causing your eyes to roll in annoyance. she was dramatic you were sure, there was nothing that was that good that could have her squealing like a pig, not like that. 

you knew you were wrong, especially now as your hands move to cover your mouth and muffle the cries that push past your lips without permission. you sound garbled, choked even, something out of a raunchy book and you were absolutely embarrassed. gojo on the other hand, his brows furrow in aggravation when he sees you trying to silence yourself. he wants more than anything to hear you as you fall apart around his cock, every whimper and squall. 

his hands release your hips, his long fingers instead finding purchase around your wrists and tugging harshly, pulling you off the mattress and onto your knees. a gasp is knocked right out of you and your head falls back to let your eyes gaze at the ceiling, thumping against his firm chest as he comes up right behind you. you’re no longer looking at the ceiling when he comes to loom over you, draping a strong arm over your chest and holding you tight against his own. he continues to pound into you steadily, the sound of his hips slapping into your ass a dull background noise while you’re stuck staring into his eyes. 

“i want to hear you,” he comments, his thrusts becoming suddenly slower yet harder, punching into your cunt and jostling your entire body. the heat between your bodies is sweltering now that you're pressed up against each other so closely, the scent of his musk dancing around your nose. you can only nod your head, letting out those noises you had been at a particularly harsh bash against your sweet spot. 

"good girl." he's practically purring at this point, gently caressing the side of your face with his free hand. he loves when you listen, when you're obedient. your cunt squeezes around him from the praise, causing his eyes to shut and a groan seep past his lips as he savors the feeling. "oh, did you like that my naughty little handmaiden?" 

"yes, yes." 

you chant, singing for him like a pretty songbird. you're distracted by your quickly approaching climax, now uncaring of how you sound. he can tell, the constant flexing of your slick walls around him a telltale sign. he reaches between your legs, parting your sticky folds with two fingers before rubbing slow and wide circles into your puffy clit. 

you all but throw your weight back into him, the sudden touch having you look up at him frantically, legs parting just slightly to make room for him. your legs begin to tremble, they feel like jello and you're not sure how much longer you'll be able to stay upright. 

your body reacts on its own, pushing back to meet his thrusts as he continues to play with your throbbing bud. you open your mouth to speak, yet a moan takes the place of your words, making them jumbled and broken, "cum– ill cum!" 

he knows, continuing to rub your clit until he feels your body stiffen up, your pretty eyes rolling back and your fingers balling into fists. he’s moaning softly at the way your walls spasm around him, fingers working you through your orgasm deftly. 

he only pulls his hand away when your hips fight away from it, fingers shining in your slick and cum. it dribbles down his balls and thighs, a thick white ring settled around the base of his cock. you looked so pretty like this, right after he’d brought you to your highest peak and then right back down. he suddenly grabs your chin, tilting your head back to plant his lips against yours in an amorous kiss. you sigh sweetly into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his hips pick up the pace. he chases his own orgasm, balls low and heavy as they swing below the two of you. the kiss breaks, you’re panting heavily, trying to regain your breath. “please cum! my-my nightly duties must be tended to–” “and if they aren’t? what will they say when the prince tells them you’ll no longer be among them, but instead, their new princess? to cater to your every whim from now on—” he groans out, hips faltering slightly as his cock twitches inside of you. his words have you squeezing tightly, mouth fallen ajar at such bold remarks. 

was he speaking the truth? to marry you, make you his wife, a princess, and even more, a future queen? it sounded preposterous, but with the way he spoke you almost believed him, tears welling up in your glassy eyes. 

gojo swallows thickly, breath becoming short as his orgasm draws near. he’d make you a princess surely, even if that meant fucking you full of his cum until you’re round and fat with his baby. he’d do it a thousand times again, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as his head falls back, white strands of hair shifting in motion as he finally cums. he pushes into you as far as he can and still, shooting warm ribbons of cum inside and filling you up. 

carefully he pulls out, watching as his cum follows ensuite and oozes from your abused hole. he leans over to press a kiss between your shoulder blades before moving back to lay back on the bed. you’re unsure of what to do, not wanting to ruin his sheets ant further than they already had been. gojo reaches to his bedside table, picking up a bell and shaking it vigorously— the same bell that had called you in here to begin with. 

not even a moment passes before another handmaid is entering the room, her eyes suddenly widening when she fixates on the scene before her. gojo dismisses this entirely, motioning towards you with his hands, 

“fetch the princess a washcloth, would you?” 

all written content belongs to @tendousfingers.

[knchins]

Bride of the Fairy King - Oikawa T.

Summary: After suffering a vicious assault, a maid goes on the run to seek the help of the Great Fairy King. He agrees to help at the low price of marriage.

Collab: The Underground

Pairing: Fairy!Oikawa x Reader

Reader Type: Female

Rating: M

Word Count: 10.2k

Warnings: referenced/implied sexual assault (no graphic depictions), murder, insecurity, Oikawa is a widower, consensual breeding, consensual arranged marriage, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cream pies, multiple orgasms, fluff, a lil implied reincarnation, mentions of pregnancy at the end.

Notes: The length kind of got away from me lol. Anyway, enjoy. I took inspiration from a French story about Oberon - King of the Fairies.

Thorn swept branches and jagged stumps tore at your delicate skin, ripping tiny lines of red into the soft flesh of your face and arms. The body hadn’t been found yet, you had time but for how long? How long until another lowly maid found the crown prince dead in his bed-chamber? How long until they figured out it was you who killed him?

Your judgment would be swift and your death even swifter.

Tears mixed with blood and dirt, leaving trails in the grime on your face. Would they be able to follow your trail? Would they even figure out that you had fled into the forest of the great and powerful fairy king? The elven lord was known for his unseeliness. His court was not one that aided humans typically. They were shrewd, vengeful, tricksters.

Despite this, there was no place safe for you on this continent. There was nowhere else you could possibly hide. Your fellow humans would rat you out for a few grubby coins and a pint of ale.

There was no one on your side here. No family to take you in. No friends that wouldn’t betray you. Loneliness never felt so suffocating before this day, and it only grew more gripping as the day began to fade into the night. The trees began to whisper, each leaf telling of your presence to the fae folk that lurked in the woods. They kept out of sight, perched high or hidden low. Always just out of the realm of mortal visibility.

The sound was deafening. Languages you couldn’t begin to comprehend swirled along with the evening breeze. In the distance, you could make out a lone yellow light and you prayed to anyone listening that it was a friend and not a foe.

You pushed your already tired legs to move faster, lungs burning from the gasping breaths of cold air you were intaking rapidly. Maybe if you got to whoever the light belonged to, they’d offer a bath and a warm meal. They’d show you kindness instead of wretchedness.

Maybe it would be the great king himself. The true ruler of the lands, an elven lord whose name was unknown as names were a powerful thing. No law trumped his law and if he ever so demanded it, he’d wipe out humankind from this cursed land. You wondered why he didn’t just do that if he hated your kind so much. Perhaps torturing them one by one was too much fun.

The light grew bigger, a flickering lantern outside a small two-room hut. Your dreams of a night of pampering after making your escape vanished with the remaining sun. The sounds of the forest grew with nightfall, becoming almost unbearable to listen to. The sensation of being watched had every hair on your body standing on edge. Something would come for you certainly if this stranger did not take you into their abode.

But what if they were just like the prince? A charming smile with wandering, forceful hands that held you down and took your purity. Your cries were seemingly unheard as no one dared come to your rescue. What if the only escape you’d ever have from the likes of evil men was death?

As you stopped in front of the door, everything came crashing down. You crumbled to your knees, legs giving out from having run for miles to what you hoped was safety. Sobs left you faster than your tears could keep up with. A filthy, weak little human with no aid in sight, no reprieve from the worst day of your life. You thought for sure that this was the end.

The old wooden door that held many splinters and cracks slowly creaked open. Inside a fire was burning in the hearth, keeping the hut pleasantly warm and keeping out the biting cold that had settled onto this half of the hemisphere.

In the doorway stood a man, not a particularly tall man but not a short one either. His black hair spiked with twigs and bits of leaves entangled into it, clearly having not been washed in ages. A scowl was on his face, though the air about him was light and calm. It was an expression that didn’t quite meet his olive-green eyes.

You looked up at him, tearful and sniffling as he crouched down to be closer to your level. His muscular arms resting on his knees. While he tried to keep the disgusted expression on his face, there was something more behind it. Something closer to curiosity. His shabby tunic clung to him, torn and dirtied. He had every appearance of a hermit, one that had been fabled to be allowed to live in the woods amongst the other fae folk without any harm being done to him.

“You need something?” He asked though he knew the answer was yes. It was very rare for him to have mortal visitors.

In an attempt to put yourself together, you wiped away your tears with a torn sleeve. “Might I come in?” You asked timidly, “to get out of the cold?”

“You’re not one of them damn fairies are you?” He asked with a grumble, clearly not wanting the company but not denying you outright. “If you are then you can leave, I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“No! No, I’m a maid at the castle on the edge of the forest. I got into some trouble and I had to run away. I don’t want to burden you but the forest, it’s-”

“Very loud, I know.” He said in an amused tone as he stood. He stepped aside and you used the door frame to stand up and limp inside. He closed the door behind him and suddenly the sound seemed to stop. The only thing that could be heard inside the hut was the crackling of firewood.

“Thank you very much. I’ll be gone by morning, I promise.” You stammer, ringing your tired and aching hands together as you make your way to the fire to warm up.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and you gave it to him freely. There was no point in keeping it secret.

“Iwaizumi Hajime.” He replied, stirring something in the pot that hung above the fire. “Most people just call me Iwa. Take a seat, dinner is almost ready.”

You nodded your head, calculating the risk in your head anxiously. There was a various array of weaponry hanging on the walls or discarded haphazardly on the floor. They could be used for self-defense but you figured the hermit was also a trained fighter. If he were to get a weapon as well then he could easily overpower someone as inexperienced as yourself.

The situation with the prince had been different. The only weapon in the area was his dagger which you took from his pants as he was getting redressed. It was easy to simply stab the life out of someone when they are caught off guard and defenseless. Things would have been much different if he had another weapon in his possession.

Iwa ladled several spoonfuls of stew into an old chipped bowl before handing it to you. “So you said you got into some trouble? What did you do?” He asked curiously before making his own bowl of food.

You brought the warm ceramic to your lips and took a sip. It was deceptively delicious. You hadn’t been expecting anything as rich and savory as this was. It was almost the same level of cooking that the chefs in the castle made for the royal family. Suddenly there being a lack of a bath for you to soak in didn’t seem so bad. At least the food he had so graciously given you was amazing.

“I…hurt the crown prince in self-defense.” She admitted, not wanting to go into any more detail than that.

Iwa snorted, “that asshole definitely deserved anything that came to him.”

“He’s dead.” You murmured, feeling as if you were breathing it into existence. A shocked look crossed your face when you realized that you had said that out loud for Iwa to hear you. “I-I mean-”

Iwa gave a cheeky, mischievous grin, “As I said, he definitely deserves whatever he got. You know this forest is dangerous, you shouldn’t have come here.”

“I need a pardon from the Great King.” You said, desperation shining in your glassy eyes. “That is the only way I’ll be safe.”

The hermit visibly stiffened at the title. His back suddenly went rigid and the humor washed from his face. “That would be a mistake. Do not seek him, do not go any further into these woods. You need to leave the way you came and find another place for refuge.”

“There is no other place!” You replied, not liking what he was telling you. “If I go back then it is certain death.”

“If you run into him then you’ll be bound for worse,” Iwa said cryptically. “He is not hospitable like he once was. Trust me, do not go to him.”

The hermit, granted to live in the mystical wood by the Great King himself, was no stranger to the arrogance and callousness that the royal housed within. After his queen died two and half decades ago, he had become a cruel tyrant bent on destroying himself and those around him. His people were dying. His forest was withering. His power was waning.

While no mortal outside knew of this, a fairy king is powerless without a queen by his side. As it was written at the dawn of time, as it still stood today. His grief was limitless and no other fae folk had any luck in consoling him. They may have warmed his bed at night but it was nothing more than a means to an end. A chance of a high he once felt but no longer could seem to manage.

With danger behind and danger ahead, there was nowhere else for you to go. “I can’t stay here.” You said aloud and Iwa nodded his head in agreement. He preferred his life of solitude. He didn’t want you there for longer than the night. The forest was the most dangerous after sunset. No human would ever survive without the touch of magic that he happened to have been gifted as a babe.

“If you must go to him,” He drawled, guilt creeping up at the thought of telling you this, “follow the turquoise and white toadstools. They’ll lead you to him. Do not touch them, if disturbed they will put out a neurotoxin that will leave you dead and it won’t be quick or painless.”

A small smile broke out on your face as you finished your meal. “Thank you, Iwa. I don’t know how to repay you for your kindness.”

In the light of the hut, he was able to see you more clearly. There was something familiar to you, something that he felt like he had seen before. Your beauty could have you mistaken as one of the elven fae folk that inhabited the woods. He hadn’t noticed before but now a red tint had adorned the apples of his cheeks.

Iwa cleared his throat abruptly to end his thoughts. “You can have the bed, I don’t sleep much these days anyway. It’s hard as a rock but it’s better than dirt.”

You nodded, bowing your head as you thanked him once more. He stood, taking your bowl and showing you to the only other room in the hut, a small bedroom that only housed a bed made of compressed straw and a few ratty blankets as well as a beat-up dresser that had seen better days.

He left you alone with your thoughts and fears in the dark room, the only light coming from the fire in the entry room. Somehow it wasn’t much colder despite being so far from the fire. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it tightly around you, closed your eyes, and promptly fell asleep.

The next morning you awoke to find Iwa asleep sitting up against the wall with a small wooden instrument in his hand that he had been whittling. Not wanting to disturb him, you silently walked around him, feeling bad that you had no way to repay him. Your stomach was still full from last night, though you weren’t entirely sure how. Normally you were starving any time you woke up in the morning but then again the thin watery soup and stale bread you were used to eating were hardly filling.

You found a roll of parchment and a quill, dipping it into ink and writing a short thank you note. Suddenly the lessons in learning how to read and write seemed like a godsend.

Outside the air was crisp and damp with morning dew. While it was nowhere near silent, it was much quieter than the night before. You wondered if the fae folk that had been watching you were sleeping or if the trees simply didn’t speak until after the sun began to set. Either way, you were thankful for the soft chirping of birds and the light crunch of dead leaves under your feet.

Another curious thing you found was that all your wounds seemed to be healed. Your muscles did not ache as if they’d been overworked the day before. The cuts, abrasions, and bruises all seemed to be gone though there had been no mirror in the hut for you to actually check. You had always heard about curious happenings in the forest, things that defied all logic, however, this was out of the realm of your imagination.

Maybe if the king was willing to hear you out, he’d let you stay and serve him instead of the cruel royalty you had been under. Despite the hermit’s warning, you still had some inkling of hope that everything would be okay.

Your eyes scanned the forest floor, seeing a trail of small turquoise and white toadstools in varying sizes. You hadn’t noticed them the day prior, but there were probably a lot of things you didn’t notice.

They seemed to only be growing in one small area and leading North, further into the wood. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before starting to follow along with them, careful not to step on one by accident.

You did your best to keep track of the sun in the sky. At times you wondered briefly what horrors await you if you did not find the king by nightfall. If you’d be torn limb from limb or eaten alive by dozens of tiny creatures like the old storybooks said. You hoped that either they were wrong or the elven lord you searched for would protect you.

After walking two miles along the path of mushrooms, the scenery not changing in the slightest, you began to worry about your fate. The sun was past its peak in the sky and seemed to be lowering faster than you could keep up with. Already it seemed that the plants had begun their nightly whisperings even though it was only the mid-afternoon.

Even worse, the trail you were following suddenly stopped. The pretty little mushrooms had ended in a strange ring. It was a perfect circle in a small clearing. It did not seem as if they continued anywhere else and you were at a loss of what to do now.

Suddenly, as you were about to turn to go back, a beautifully white leucistic buck leaped into the ring from what seemed like thin air. You hadn’t even heard him coming as he stared at you with dark black eyes that were full of both life and mystery.

The buck snorted, throwing his head back and letting out a chilling bark before looking back at you once more, turning and stepping towards the east. A sense of comfort washed over you, and while you couldn’t explain it you knew that you were meant to follow the immaculate creature.

As you stepped forward, you didn’t notice how close you had gotten to the ring. Your dirt-covered shoes stepped on one of the delicate fungi. It released a hiss and puff of yellow powder, a breeze bringing it up into your nose and mouth as you looked down. Terror swept over you once more as you looked back to the buck, eyes pleading to be saved as you felt the world spin before going black.

It was night when you awoke, a deadly chill in the area as the cold stirred you awake from the deep sleep you had been in. Surprised to find yourself alive, you sat up quickly to see the abnormally large white deer lying next to you in an attempt to keep you warm. It stood, shaking the sleep from its head and body before stretching almost like a cat.

The clearing was lit with dozens of lanterns that hung in the air with the aid of magic. They were floating all around, creating a warm yellow glow that allowed you to see clearly. In the middle of the small field of clover and wildflowers was a large throne made of shed antlers, old tree roots, and the same two-toned mushrooms you had accidentally stepped on.

Didn’t Iwa say that you’d perish if you harmed one? How is it that you were still alive?

The deer moved slowly but gracefully, passing behind the throne only to morph into an antlered man when it came out of the other side. A large cape made of white deer hide flowed behind him, his tunic pristine and without a speck of dirt. His dark brown eyes were curious, contemplative as he sat down in his cushioned seat with a lazy plop.

One leg was thrown over the arm of the throne as he held his head up with a closed fist. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? A filthy little human in my forest? Do you have a death wish?”

His tone was callous yet somehow playful. He didn’t look particularly threatening, though the pair of antlers that still resided on his head could easily gore you. The sharp prongs would no doubt eviscerate you without much resistance. The smirk on his face made you take him a little less seriously, though he was still quite intimidating.

“Great King,” You said in a hushed whisper, getting down on your knees to bow lowly. “I come seeking your aid. I’ll pay any price for my safety. I’ll serve you until the end of my time without any complaint.”

In truth, he already knew his answer. He knew what he’d ask for in return. He knew it the moment he saw you leave the hermit’s hut. The way you carefully avoided not only his poisonous mushrooms but almost all of the plant life. Unlike the day before when you ran through carelessly without thought to the trees and brush, today you had felt that perhaps the noise came from your tear through the wood. Perhaps if you made the least amount of damage possible, the forest would spare you come nightfall.

It seemed you hadn’t been wrong in thinking that. That didn’t mean that he’d show mercy on you, however. It just meant that you were somewhat different than the other intruders into the forest.

“State your crime.” He said in a bored tone. While he seemed totally uninteresting in helping you, the fact that you were still in one piece felt like a good sign. Clearly, if he wasn’t considering it then he wouldn’t ask, right?

You stared down at your shaking hands. “Murder, your highness. I killed the crowned prince of the mortal southern kingdom in self-defense. The king will show me no forgiveness if he were to catch me.”

A bemused look crossed the king’s face. “You mean the same crowned prince that shot fireworks into my wood during the last holiday and started a fire? The one who pleaded for his life that he even agreed to give me his firstborn for my forgiveness?”

You hadn’t known about that particular agreement, but you had known about the small forest fire that had to be contained during the last winter solstice festival. “Yes, your highness, the same one.”

He couldn’t help but burst out into boasting laughter. The universe sure had a funny way of righting itself, didn’t it? The man he wanted nothing more than to kill for scorching his enchanted trees merely six weeks prior was now dead at the hands of a simple maiden. Whatever gods had blessed him on this day were sure to receive a bountiful offering during the next full moon.

You wondered what he was laughing at exactly. The prince’s twist of fate or your own. Maybe you should have pleaded with Iwa to let you stay with him. Would he hate the company that much? Perhaps he preferred being alone? You couldn’t imagine being by yourself, isolated from everyone else for however many years.

“I’ll help you, little dove,” He said as a wry smile spread across his lips. “I’ll protect you from that idiot human you call a king and all of his men. I only ask for two things in return.”

Your head lifted just enough so that you could look up at him. A million ideas of what he could ask for payment ran through, most of them horrible and resulting in death. Would it be just as bad as what the terrible prince had put you through? Your legs and arms that no longer held the bruises and soreness between your legs were gone for now, but would they just soon return?

“I’ll pay any price.” You repeat yourself, pausing before adding, “as long as it’s not death.”

A soft chuckle fell from his lips. “Quite the opposite, little dove, I want you to bring in new life. Become my bride and bear me a child. You will be a queen but you will be doomed to never leave this forest or my side.”

A tense silence fell as you wondered if he was joking or not. He was truly beautiful. The most handsome man you had ever seen. He hadn’t seemed particularly cruel and he was asking you instead of forcing you. But still, the knowledge that you were no longer a virgin weighed heavily on you. “I am impure, your highness.” You mutter weakly, tears filling your eyes and glossing them over.

A look of anger crossed his face as he sat up correctly, “is that the prince’s doing?” He asked, needing to know the truth. You didn’t seem like the type to work in a brothel. There was a purity about you that he couldn’t quite place. Not that he cared whether or not you had had sex before. After all, by human standards, he hadn’t been pure for centuries.

You nodded your head weakly in response, not wanting to breathe it into existence. It was better if you never had to talk about it again. Would he still protect you? Marry you? Let you bear his children?

There was a swooping sound as his shadow suddenly moved over you. He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently, an oddly soft expression on his face as he felt sympathy for his new betrothed. Sympathy and anger, though the latter he did not feel necessary to show. “Virginity is a human construct, that does not matter here.”

He held his hand out to you and you took it, bringing you up to your feet as he stood. “We do not allow such behavior here, no one will ever touch you without permission again. No one would ever dare. Do you understand?”

Relief brought on a fresh set of tears as you nodded to him, “yes, sir.”

He cupped your face in his hand, thumb brushing away the tear. “I hope you never know fear again, my queen.”

The king took you through an archway of branches and the trees morphed into a grand palace made of the most exquisite stone you had ever seen. Lush plants were everywhere, flowering out of season. It was a pleasantly warm temperature as if the bite of winter could never reach this realm. It was all so overwhelming, everything happening so quickly.

Other fairies bowed as you and the king passed them. They did not speak to him, something you found a bit strange but also wondered if it was simply a respectful thing. It wasn’t as if you knew very much about fairy culture. In fact, you didn’t really know what being the queen of them even entailed. Suddenly the beat of your heart grew loud in her ears as anxiety washed over you along with a cold sweat.

The antlered king looked down at you, cocking his head to the side. “What’s the matter? Not looking forward to being royalty?” The last part was obviously a joke. In his mind, who wouldn’t love to be royalty? To sit side by side with him as an equal.

“I’m just a poor servant.” You murmured to him, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the tattered rags you were wearing. “I’m not fit to be a queen.”

“Oh?” He countered in a curious tone. “You doubt what the Great King says then, do you?” Mock anger rose in his voice as he pierced you with his deep brown eyes. “Are you calling me dumb for wanting the hand of the woman who killed my latest adversary?”

“No! No, your highness, I trust you know what is best for your kingdom.” You stammered, tripping over your words. “I just don’t understand.”

“Some things are not for you to understand.” He replied, straightening back up. “You know, the last queen died twenty-five years ago. I have been in mourning since that day. I still would be today had I not laid eyes on such a peculiar creature like yourself.”

“Why is that, my lord?” You dared to ask, eyelashes fluttering as you blinked away tears that had welled up again at the thought of him discarding you as everyone else had.

“You hold an uncanny resemblance to her.” He said, voice softening incredibly as he cupped your face once more. “I thought my eyes and ears had deceived me. That I had finally gone mad. Tell me, dove, how old are you?”

“Twenty-five.” You replied, not seeing the connection.

A warm smile crossed his face as he sent a silent prayer to the gods above. “Of course, now enough questions. It’s time for us to wed.”

Your face heated with embarrassment as he led you to his bed-chamber. “Someone will be in to put you in something more appropriate. I’ll be right outside. No one will mistreat you here but if they dare, call for me. I’ll hear you no matter how far apart we are. Understand?”

You nodded your head, a weak smile on your lips as you looked over the lavish bedroom. It was even grander than that of the human kingdom. In fact, this one made theirs look like a commoner’s quarters.

You wondered if maybe the mushroom had killed you and you were simply living in the afterlife. However, at the memory that you had killed someone, you quickly thought otherwise. You had always learned that murderers didn’t have a paradise to go to, only darkness and pain.

A small elven maid came in with golden hair and pointed ears. “M-Miss?” She asked, her voice timid. “My name is Yachi, I’ll be your personal servant.” She said as she bowed. “Please, follow me to get washed up.”

With a nod, you followed her into the attached bathroom where a tub was already filled with hot sudsy water. Yachi helped you undress, your muscles sore again and feeling unsteady from having not eaten since the night before. It was dark outside still, and you figured it must be in the middle of the night by now.

You thanked Yachi, making her pale face turn a light shade of pink as she simply nodded. She had just been assigned his position and didn’t find herself worthy. Despite your grubby appearance, she knew you were to be her queen. You deserved respect despite how you looked. Your show of appreciation was unexpected but definitely not unwelcomed as she began to wash your hair for you.

The soap smelled like fresh flowers and herbs, nothing like what was used back at your previous home. It was incredibly fragrant but somehow light at the same time. Yachi gently finished cleaning your hair as you scrubbed every bit of dirt you could reach from your body. If you were going to be a queen then you damn well wanted to smell like one.

Once rinsed off, the water from the tub was drained and a large plush towel was wrapped around you before Yachi helped you step out onto the absorbent rug just outside the tub. She dried you off much as you had done to the crown princess when you were a servant. It felt strange to be in a position that you had dreamed about since you were orphaned. What person in poverty didn’t want to be rich with servants to wait on you hand and foot?

And all you had to do was bear his child.

The price was hefty but somehow if it kept you alive it was all the more worth it. You felt that you were actually getting the better end of the bargain. While stories said that the king was cruel and unkind, he hadn’t particularly been either with you. In fact, he had agreed to save you and protect you and make you royalty. Was he that desperate for a queen and child? Did it truly mean that much to him or his people? You never did really grasp castle politics in the human world and it would seem that things weren’t much different here in the fae kingdom either.

Once she was sure you were completely dry, Yachi brought out the most stunning white dress you’d ever seen. She helped you slip it on, lacing it up the back so that it fits you like a glove. You were in awe at just how will the garment fit you, had they somehow known your measurements? Even if they did, you had only just arrived. There was no time to make such an intricate dress in only an hour or so.

Yachi had you sit down at the elaborate vanity that was housed against the wall. She dried your hair with the use of magic and styled it in a way that had you looking like a goddess. Your reflection rendered you speechless as Yachi smiled softly at your expression. “You look so amazing, my lady.” She murmured as she admired her work. “The king will be pleased when he sees you.”

The king? Your heart began to flutter. The king was the most handsome being you had ever set eyes on and now you were to be wed to him? You felt faint suddenly, overwhelmed by the prospect of getting married to someone within hours of meeting them. Sure it was to save your own life, but were you ready to be a queen to an entire race of elven fairies? Would he be a kind husband? Or would he become cruel as soon as you were his for the taking?

“I hope you never know fear again, my queen.” His words rang in your ears. Did he truly mean that? Fairies were known to be tricksters with devilish ways. They’d take and feast on your children if you weren’t careful. That was what you’d be told as a little girl to keep you out of the woods.

You swallowed thickly as Yachi watched you curiously. She wanted to ask questions, but she had been taught not to pry into the lives of the royals. She was to be seen and not heard, though speaking when giving direction to someone new was permissible. It wasn’t like you knew anything about this place or what the proper etiquette was.

“Yachi,” You asked, your voice shaking, “is the king…” You paused. Trying to find the least offensive way to ask your question, “Do you think he will treat me well?”

The small fairy girl had never been asked what her opinion was. Not by the king or previous queen. Not by anyone of any nobility. No one superior to her had ever cared. She was quiet for so long that you were sure you had offended her. That she was maybe angry at you for whatever reason.

Then, she finally spoke, “the king used to be very kind when the previous queen was still alive. He treasured her and spoiled her. He doted on her day and night. The queen is the source of the king’s power. Without her, the forest has been starting to die. His fear of losing everything has made him cold and bitter…I hope that you can change that. I hope you and my lord will be happy together as he and her highness were before.”

You took in her words, mulling over them as she placed a circlet of flowers and silver on your head. He had said you looked like her, would that be enough for him to treat you like her as well? You could only hope.

“Come now, it’s time,” Yachi said, helping you stand. “The ceremony is private, no one else can bear witness.”

“What do I have to do?” You asked, knowing nothing about fairy marriages.

She smiled softly, “you exchange your names. Your birth name. No one else is to know.”

The blood seemed to drain from your face, “but plenty of people know my name.” You breathed out. The entire human kingdom would once word got out about what you’d done.

Yachi chuckled, not meaning to laugh at your naivety. “It works a little differently for humans. You will be blessed with a new name of your choosing. You’ll be born again on this night, my lady. You’ll no longer be human after the marriage is consummated.”

You let out a sigh of relief. Though it was still a lot to take it, it was good to know that the deal wouldn’t be voided because people knew your name. It was still a little confusing, however. “I’ll be a fairy? Like you?”

Yachi’s face turned pink once more. “Oh no, my lady, much greater than me. I’m just a servant. You’ll be a queen. You know my name but I will never know yours. You hold that power over me.” She corrected you, though you didn’t quite see what the difference was.

“I must go fetch the king, please do not leave this room.” You nodded and she quickly left.

As you fidgeted with the sleeves of your dress, you wondered what he’d think of you. If the Great King would still find you suitable to be his next partner. If you were no longer human, then did that mean you’d live as long as he will? How did the previous queen die in the first place? Would you share the same fate after so many years? A shaky sigh left your lips as the door opened slowly.

He stepped in with all the grace in the universe, dark eyes roving over your appearance as he frowned. As he moved closer, you instinctively stepped backward, making him cock his head to the side in a way that had him looking like a curious child instead of a ruler. “You look lovely, my dove.” He said, taking your hand into his and bringing it up to his lips as he bowed to you. “Beauty fit for a queen.”

You grew hot with embarrassment as he stood back up, a smirk on his face. “Did little Yachi explain how this was going to go?”

“Kind of.” You murmured, “She said we’ll exchange names and that I’ll choose a new one.”

He nodded, “It can be any name you dream of. You are starting new tonight, dove. If you wish to keep your human name, you may, but I advise against it for your safety. Is there another name you wish to be called by?”

You thought hard, trying to think of another name you could use. A few came to mind but one seemed to stick out more than the others. Your eyes met his and you nodded your head quietly.

“Good, no one knows my true name except for one other living person, the captain of my guard. I will whisper it to you, we fairies have sensitive ears and I can’t have anyone eavesdropping on us, now can I?” he asked, voice playful as you shook your head. You wished there was a pause button you could press, then slow down the turn of events. Yachi mentioned the marriage would have to be consummated but did it have to be tonight? The thought of having sex again had your heart racing and breath hitched in your throat.

He leaned in, though sensing your nervousness he knew that he needed to continue on. “My name, my queen, is Oikawa Tooru and I am the king of the fairies.”

A sudden shiver ran down your spine as your hand shook in his. He remained bent down so you could whisper back the new name you had chosen into his ear, “that is my new name, my king.” You murmured softly, a tear escaping down your cheek again. You felt foolish for crying even more foolish for tensing when you felt soft lips kiss the drop away.

“What are you afraid of?” He asked outright, “I will never force you to do anything you are not ready to do, your highness. We do not have to share a bed right away. I will wait for your mind and body to heal fully. You are my wife, my partner, and not my slave.”

You let out a breath of relief, crying happy tears now before embracing him tightly. Oikawa was caught off guard at first but smiled softly as he hugged you back, holding you in the warmth of his arms until you decided to pull away. “When you are ready put this dress back on again so that I will know to make a move.” He patted your head affectionately. “Do you wish to have the room to yourself until then?”

You bit your lip before nodding, wanting some alone time. Though you did feel bad about him not being able to sleep in his own bed. “I’ll be in the room next door if you need me. There is a small bell on the bedside table you may ring if you need Yachi. Rest now, food will be brought in shortly. I have some formal matters to attend to, announcements of your arrival to make. Do not worry, you are safe here.”

He let go of you, kissing the top of your head with a happy smile before leaving you there alone. Once he was gone you laid down on the bed and sleep quickly overtook you. That night you dreamed of fae folk and the forest. The unknown language of the leaves suddenly made sense to you as the wind blew from a slightly ajar window. It was peaceful, calm, and most of all happy.

After three weeks of blissful marriage, you decided to once again put on the dress gifted to you on your wedding night. You had heard whispers among the court about how promiscuous your husband had been before marriage and overheard the complaints of some of the women he had bedded before you came along. Oikawa had ended all sexual contact with others, saving himself for his new bride.

No one knew for sure why he wasn’t sharing the same room as you, but it was speculated that you hadn’t given yourself to him yet. When you brought this up to him, he assured you that he was not upset. That good things were worth waiting for and not to listen to the gossip of the trees. He had been the model gentleman and while you figured he had to be frustrated simply by the longing looks he gave to you at night before you parted ways, you knew he’d never admit it to you.

“Yachi, can you let his highness know that I’d like to see him in our room?” You asked after she finished helping you into the intricate dress.

An excited giggle left her, “of course, I will fetch him right away for you. Are you sure that you are ready?”

You nodded, a bashful look on your face. “I think I’ve kept him waiting long enough. He’s held up his end of the bargain, it’s time for me to hold up mine.”

There had been reports of knights entering the forest, only to be cut down by the creatures within. You were officially wanted in the human realm, but time and time again the Great King would put your fears to ease. The woods were well protected. You wished to repay him for his kindness.

Minutes after Yachi had left, there was a familiar knock at your door. A smile graced your face as you called out a carefree “Come in.” The door opened and there stood your husband, dark eyes going black with desire as he saw the dress you were wearing.

He stepped inside, immediately closing the door behind him. Tiny branches grew over the knob, entwining together to form a lock so that no one else could enter. “Are you certain about this, dove?” He asked as stalked forward. “No one has influenced your decision, have they?”

You chewed on your lip, unsure of how to answer that. While you have found yourself lusting after him, the gossip has also grown fears of him seeking someone else’s bed. King Oikawa didn’t seem like the type to cheat, however, you had seen the human king sleep with many mistresses over the years and the queen never could say anything about it.

“Not exactly,” You murmured before telling him your fears. How your previous king acted and how some of the other fairies of the court had talked openly about his past sex life. By the time you had finished a frown formed upon his soft features.

“I’m loyal to only you, my love,” Oikawa said, taking your hands gently. “You should revel in the fact that I could have anyone in my kingdom and beyond. No one would ever turn me down, however, I chose you. Out of all the bachelors and bachelorettes, I wanted you. You are my queen and I would never betray you.”

You smiled as warmth flowed through you at his words. You freed your hands from his grasp before raising them up and holding his face, bringing him down for a passionate first kiss. At first, Oikawa was caught off guard, having not expected you to make the first move. He quickly recovered, tongue moving across your lips until you opened them for it to probe into your mouth for exploration.

You allowed him to take the lead, not really knowing much about what you were doing anyway. While the two of you had shared some emotionally intimate moments over the past few weeks, you had never done anything physical. He acted just the way he had promised which only made you trust him all the more.

Oikawa walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the pelt-covered bed which sat perfectly made on its ivory frame. He pushed you gently, making you fall back onto the plush bear fur that lay on top of the bedspread.

His hands ran down your arms slowly, pulling away to murmur a spell that had your dress disappearing before your eyes. A foreign mix of embarrassment and arousal flooded you as you moved to try and cover your breasts and mons pubis with your hands. The king let out a low chuckle at your attempt at modesty, taking your wrists and forcing them back by your head so he could enjoy the full view of your body.

While he had appeared so patient on the outside, Oikawa was going mad with lust on the inside. He kept himself composed until he was alone in the room at night, fucking into his hand over and over but never quite feeling satisfied. You were wed, a binding vow was made, and day by day his desire to breed you was growing harder to resist.

He doted on you, praised you, admired you, all while thinking of all the things he wanted to do to that sinful body of yours. Spring was coming, the trees were already budding with new growth, and the need to bring new life with it was always present in the back of his mind.

The king sat up, discarding his clothes in the same way, and watched with a watering mouth at how your curious eyes widened at the size of his cock. His ego only seemed to inflate more as you mumbled how he wasn’t going to fit. How he was too big.

“I have faith in you, my queen.” He said in a sultry tone as he pressed two fingers against your clit. Already your lips were slick with want, a small moan leaving you at the tiny jolts of pleasure his rubbing gave you. While Oikawa wanted nothing more than to fold you in half and fuck you hard into the mattress, he knew that you weren’t ready for such treatment. After all the only sex you had experienced was against your will and he knew that you had taken no joy in it.

His eyes seemed to gloss over, no longer that beautiful honey brown but now a deep endless inky black. Your hips buck on their own, and when you felt how amazing it was to do so, you kept doing it until the tension was building rapidly in your core. Your husband was singing your praises all the while: that’s my good girl - look at how great you’re doing - cum for me, dove, don’t fight it.

When you did finally hit your peak it was the most mind-numbingly beautiful thing you had ever felt. Ecstasy crashed over you like waves and you hadn’t noticed Oikawa position himself between your legs to lap at your sweet juices. Only when you felt his tongue move into your folds did your breath hitch with uncertainty.

“T-Tooru,” You tried to murmur but it came out more like a greedy whine. He finished cleaning you up, raising up, and sliding a single digit into your hole. Again it was a new feeling, it didn’t hurt like your last experience. Your hips were angling to find the right position as he slid in a second. You gasped at the stretch but it wasn’t a cry of pain. It was a need for more, for him.

You didn’t last long, already sensitive from your first orgasm. When you came on his fingers you were finally able to notice the devilish smile on his handsome face. If only you knew the things going through his mind. If you did then you wouldn’t have such a blissfully calm expression on your face as his cock smacked against your lower belly when he leaned down for a kiss.

His tongue mingled with yours once more, a distraction as he spread your legs and positioned his tip at your entrance. He moved at a snail's pace, entering you only after you gave him a gentle nod. The pads of your fingers pressed firmly into his back as you bit the inside of your cheek. While it didn’t hurt as much as it had during your assault, it was still uncomfortable.

You fought the thoughts of that terrible night away. This wasn’t the cruel and terrible prince, it was your kind and loving husband. The Great King who had shown you nothing but kindness and generosity. He promised to never harm you and so far he had always held up that end of the bargain. There was no reason to not trust him.

You relaxed with a deep breath. Oikawa was shaking with restraint. Your plush walls were tight around his cock. Did you even know you were clenching around him? He groaned as he felt your grip slacken, a sign that he could finally move. He dragged his hips back, dick sliding out with ease before slowly pushing back into you.

He pushed all the way to the hilt, making you feel positively full. Suddenly a piece you didn’t know to be missing was in place and the joy of it had you whining for more. He grabbed your leg and wrapped it around her waist to adjust the angle. Now he could hit a sweet spot that you hadn’t even known existed. It had you moaning out his name in a way that made him almost go mad with want.

He only sped up at your beckoning, and soon it was at a speed you were certain was not possible for a human. Your ankles ended up on his shoulders as he pounded into you, mouth on your jaw planting light fluttering kisses between the filth that began to flood from his lips. You like that, don’t you? My cock pounding into your tight little pussy? I bet I’ll get you pregnant on the first try, my little slut.

Pressure began mounting once more as his words ignited a fire within you. It was different from the horrible things the prince had said. You knew Oikawa’s words weren’t a reflection of who you truly were. You were on cloud nine, getting fucked by your very own guardian angel. What else could you possibly ask for?

Oikawa was grunting, close to his first orgasm as you tightened around him suddenly. “That’s it, cum for me again, little dove.” He practically growled as he rammed into you harder, heavy balls hitting your ass with a loud slap.

You hit your peak once more, this time it was the most intense orgasm of all as your walls fluttered around him and your hips jerked wildly. Oikawa was cursing, moving your knees to your chest in a mating press as he made sure to be as deep as possible when he came. A large load of hot white cum filled your still trembling hole.

The afterglow was nothing you’d ever felt before. You both were panting as he pulled from you, kissing your forehead gently. The impossibly loud thoughts of defiling you now quiet in his head as he moved to lay beside you for a brief rest.

He called out your name softly as you turned to bury your face into his chest. He hummed as he rubbed your back to soothe you. The gravity of your new life began to weigh heavily. Not only were you now a queen but surely after that, you were bound to be a mother as well. Overwhelming feelings of anxiety had you crying, though you were trying to hide it Oikawa picked up on his instantly.

He understood that having sex for the first time could be scary for anyone, especially someone with trauma. He wasn’t offended or angry, instead, he continued to soothe you gently as he might a child. Lulling you into the sweet embrace of slumber.

You woke up to your face being pepped with tender kisses. A sleepy giggle left you as you opened your eyes to see the smiling brunette fairy on top of you, waking you the best way imaginable. “Guess what, dove?”

“What, my king?” you asked, giggling again as his breath fanned your ear.

“I’m all yours the rest of the day.” He said happily, having taken the day off from his royal duties to be buried into you for hours on end.

You had grown used to him having a busy schedule, it wasn’t very often that he wasn’t patrolling the forest for intruders or meeting with the captain of the guard. Sometimes he had to serve judgment on crimes within the kingdom or against the kingdom, such as the recent intrusion of human knights trying to search for you. You felt guilty but he told you that this was actually a common occurrence he dealt with.

Now that he once more had a queen to boost his strength, the forest had recovered the outer beginnings of decay. The growth could be seen at nearly every tree you came across. Toadstools in different colors and wild animals flourished. It was the healthiest it had been in twenty-five years thanks to you.

To say you were elated was an understatement. Love was in the air as you were happy to find that you were in no pain from the night before. You held his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss as you pressed your naked body against his. Oikawa chuckled into the kiss, giving in to temptation easily as you felt him starting to harden against you.

His hands roved over your breasts, squeezing them before rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. The sensation had you mewling into his mouth as you ran a hand through his soft brown hair. He pulled away so that you could catch your breath, face flushed as his hand traveled lower to tease your clit with a light pinch.

“Are you sure you’re ready for another round?” He asked, his tone teasing as you whimpered out a helpless yes. He lifted your leg up, putting it against him as he positioned himself at your entrance once more and plunging in with no restraint whatsoever this time.

The sudden intrusion was uncomfortable for a second before you quickly adjusted. Oikawa leaned down to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips as he started at a brutal speed. Lewd sounds filled the room as he rubbed your clit in tandem with his thrusts, wanting to see just how fast he could make you cum now that you knew how wonderful sex could be.

You practically screamed at the roll of the orgasm, hips pressing upward to try and feel more of him as he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He grabbed your hips and raised them upward before quickly shoving his cock back into you. You let out another cry, surprised at how deep he was reaching inside of you as his hips smacked against your ass.

The undeniable sounds of sex could be heard in the hallways, having young elven fairies blushing and older ones smirking. Your voice carried, sounding sinful and heavenly. It would seem the king really had found his queen after all.

“That’s it, dove, cry for me louder. Let everyone here who you belong to. Careful, don’t say my name so others can hear it.” He teased as he managed to ram into you even harder.

“My king!” You changed it up to prevent his name from being echoed throughout the wing of the palace. “Please, have mercy,” you began to whimper at the threat of a second orgasm, already overstimulated at how unforgiving his thrusts were.

Oikawa tsked, “no mercy for my queen.” He groaned, uncaring who could hear him as you clenched around him at the title. His hand came down to give your ass a slap, the stinging sensation enough to send you over the edge again.

He worked you through your high, voice cooing sweet nothings as his rhythm softened until he finally came. You could feel him pulsating as he filled you with cum once again, fucking the white liquid into you for a moment until he was soft again.

He pulled out and laid down your hips gently before kissing your temple. “That was amazing, your highness.” His voice was light and airy, still dizzy from his own orgasm. “Would you like some breakfast now?”

You smiled, glancing at him with a slightly embarrassed expression as you nodded. “I would love that.”

That night there was a grand banquet in honor of you no longer being human. While you still weren’t entirely sure what it meant, nothing felt any different, Oikawa had assured you that the process was painless. He had said that you had awoken that morning as a fae folk and not as a mortal. The physical changes, if any, would be extremely gradual.

All night people came up to you both, congratulating you on the marriage, and the few that had heard the consummation even gave their king a wink. He’d merely smirk in response, proud of himself for being able to please his new bride with ease.

There was a massive feast of food you’d mostly never seen before. However, everything you tried was delicious beyond imagination. It made the stew in the woods pale in comparison. Your thoughts drifted back to Iwa, you had yet to ask the king about the man but were uncertain how to bring it up. You wondered how he was able to stay in the woods without being harmed.

You wanted to find a way to thank him because without him you wouldn’t be here right now.

Oikawa noticed you lost in your thoughts and assumed it was just because of all the new faces you were meeting. Fairies from all over the kingdom had come to finally meet their new queen, to dance and drink and celebrate all night long.

Only a few hours had passed by when a frantic messenger ran up to the king, bowing quickly before speaking, “Your highness! Fire on the Southern border, humans are trying to infiltrate the forest. I fear they are looking for the queen.”

Oikawa had felt something off about the forest. He had a deep connection to it, which is why it had started dying slowly through his grief and loss of the magical conduit that had been his late wife. With his new love by his side, the trees and plants had been growing stronger every day. It wasn’t just the season changing that had brought new growth, but your budding love for him had too.

“No need to stop the festivities,” Oikawa said plainly. “I’ll have reinforcements sent to the Captain. They’ll deal with the intruders once and for all.”

He called over two men, one tall with short bushy eyebrows and dark hair and another slightly shorter with blond hair. “Take your strongest men to aid the captain. Make sure no one who enters the forest leaves alive.”

Both nodded and gave slight bows, though it was easy to tell that they were both eager to fight. Matsukawa and Hanamaki went to handpick the team that would be joining them in their trip through the gateway and into the woods.

You gave your husband a worried look to which he planted a kiss on your forehead. “No one will ever hurt you again, my dove, didn’t I tell you that before?”

“The animals in the forest, and the hermit…” Her voice trailed off, “he helped me my first night. Kept me safe and fed me. He even told me how to find you. I owe him everything.”

A curious look crossed Oikawa’s face with perhaps a hint of jealousy. “He means so much to you?”

Your eyes widened, understanding his implication, “no, not like that, my king. I mean if it weren’t for him I would have never found you, my love.”

Your answer satisfied him enough to have him chuckle. “Iwaizumi is the captain of my guard.” He admitted, “He’s not a fairy, but he is a powerful sorcerer. He prefers to live in the woods alone, guarding all that live within. I just sent him help to fight off the knights, I wouldn’t worry about him.”

“He’s the captain?” You muttered in surprise and Oikawa nodded before plucking a berry off a nearby plate and eating it.

“Did you think I let just anyone live in my territory?” He asked in a teasing tone. “Yes, he is. And don’t worry about him, my queen, he is probably going to have the time of his life tonight.”

You nodded, a smile etching its way onto your face as you nibbled on some of the food that was in front of you. It would seem that everything had come full circle. There truly wasn’t anything to worry about. You were married to a man you were sure was the love of your life, you were a queen of such an amazing race of people, and it would seem that you had everything you could ever ask for, everything you ever dreamed of.

Two months later there was another celebration, but this time it was for the announcement of your pregnancy with your first child. It would seem that you had held up your end of the deal as well and neither you nor your king could be happier. Nights were filled with adoring sex, days with amazing food and dancing and plays of all sorts. There was never a dull moment in the kingdom, and best of all there had been no attacks on the forest since that night eight weeks ago.

Everything was perfect and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Once Upon a Time: prince!hq boys x f!reader

my piece for @introloves' ouat collab & my first time writing for haikyuu mwahaha >:)

tried to limit myself to 2 for each team but there's still a dense handful of prince boys i wish i could've written for sighs... but i talk too much!! go read & be wooed by ur prince charming!!

characters: sawamura daichi, kageyama tobio, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, futakuchi kenji, aone takanobu, ushijima wakatoshi, shirabu kenjiro, kuroo tetsuro, kozume kenma, bokuto koutaro, akaashi keiji, kita shinsuke, miya atsumu

cw: teeth-rottingly sweet love at first sight, fluffy meet cutes, reader is a different role in each, some cursing, mentions of animal death in iwa's, use of pet names "darling," "my joy," and "jewel"

word count: 4.4k this came out way longer than i expected

prince!daichi x princess!reader

the kingdom of karasuno had recently been flourishing under the sawamura family's rule, gaining favor from all across the region

so it was no surprise when your own family received the news that they were to host the year's end-of-season celebration ball; you told yourself it would be like any other, nothing new nor special

but that was before you knew about him

prince daichi swept you off your feet that night, and it was definitely not just the dancing

you tried not to compare him to the dreamy love interests of the romance novels your friends had been lending you, but he easily ticked off all the important boxes

his leadership, his protectiveness, his humility, his dedication... you could only imagine how thankful his parents were to have him as their first son

with the way he always inspired you, always kept you on your toes, could you truly be faulted for falling in love much faster than you'd ever admit?

Despite an easy and comfortable life growing up, you would have never considered the "perfect moment" ever possible.

Until, perhaps, that night.

That night when the entire ballroom fell silent, when the herald called out, "Announcing the arrival of His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of Karasuno, Daichi Sawamura!"

When he appeared at the peak of the lofty staircase, bowing gracefully amidst the clapping, and when his eyes swept over the crowd, somehow choosing to lock onto yours.

Your heart thumped over the music, muffling out the rich notes of the orchestra. The crowd parted to make way, each of the prince's painfully slow steps bringing him closer to you.

Stopping short of your lavish gown to briefly bow, Prince Daichi smiled at you, eager and genuine. "Your Highness," he said, offering his palm, "may I have this dance?"

That was surely your perfect moment.

You swallowed down your lightheadedness and smiled back. "I'd be honored to."

prince!kageyama x lady!reader

at every seasonal gathering for the royal family and the noble houses, prince tobio was only ever present for the banquets, nowhere to be seen for the other activities

according to the gossip, he spent all—and really, all—his time horseback riding, but considering that he kept winning international races, it was likely true

you inevitably decided to investigate and kind of, maybe, just a bit, sneak into the stables to skip the jousting event and instead look for him

sure enough, prince tobio was there, utterly dumbfounded by the fact that a noble lady like you would be there to watch him

like? really?? watch him???

it took a while for him to realize, but your genuine interest in his passion was irreplaceable, and he couldn't imagine training the same way ever again without you to support him

If the deafening creak of the stable doors opening wasn't embarrassing enough, the prince's stare definitely was.

He didn't miss a beat. "What are you doing here, My Lady?"

You struggled to word out a casual response. What were you to say? That you wanted to see him?

"I was curious about horseback riding, Your Highness," was what you decided on, surprisingly close to the truth. "Would it... be okay if I watched you practice?"

You couldn't help but notice how all the horses seemed so accustomed to him. The riding uniform fit him so well, too; not to mention the reigns of a spotted steed that looked so right in his hands.

"You..." Prince Tobio started with a frown, making you wince. This was going to be a no. "You wouldn't get bored?"

Oh?

You shook your head earnestly. "Of course not, Your Highness! I'd love to learn from your work ethic."

"That's... I see," he said, visibly trying to wrap his head around your words. He led his horse out of its stable. "Come on. I'll show you where to sit."

prince!oikawa x witch!reader

long ago, your mother thought it would be fun to curse the newly-born prince, tooru oikawa

it was a cunningly subtle curse, too: he could never succeed at something, no matter how small, unless it was his hundredth time trying

that's why it shocked her many years later to learn of the prince's countless accomplishments

so she sent you, her daughter, into the kingdom to make sure her precious work hadn't gone in vain

but the more time you spent there, the more you warmed up to him

you told yourself that it might have been easier if his face wasn't just so fucking pretty, but you knew it was much more than that

you weren't sure how to explain to your mother that prince tooru had bested her yet again—except this time by stealing her daughter's heart

It had been three days since the prince started to pick up archery. You had been keeping distance around the practice grounds while counting each shot, ready to intervene when—

An arrow struck the target's outermost ring with a thwack.

Shit, had you lost count? The last miss should only have been eighty-seven!

"Ah, so that was the hundredth," Prince Tooru mused, voice carrying throughout the clearing. He turned to stare right at your hiding spot. "Am I right?"

You flinched from behind the thick tree leaves. You were caught, but also... He knew of the condition?

"No need to fear," the prince chirped out again. "I don't bite... even if you may be here for malicious reasons."

What else was there to do? You silently urged your broom to hover down into view, keeping multiple feet between you and him.

Prince Tooru looked you up and down, then smirked. Something as small as that really shouldn't have done things to you. "We can talk later. For now, darling, you're welcome to watch."

He returned to position, knocking a new arrow. "I want you to see exactly how I plan to hit that bullseye."

prince!iwaizumi x huntress!reader

prince hajime of aoba johsai was known for his combat prowess as much as for his royal blood

jousting, sword fighting, dragon taming—you name it, he could do it

but that didn't mean you expected to run into him one day as you were hunting late in the afternoon for fresh dinner meat

who would have thought you were chasing the same deer as the damn prince, right?

that encounter may just have been the luckiest thing to ever happen to you, though, because you're sure the prince didn't just randomly decide to constantly return to your local woods after that

guess who gained a permanent hunting buddy and mentor? and a big fat crush

In the moment it took you to process the spear that was definitely not yours in the deer's abdomen, a man's cloaked figure emerged from the bushes. You gasped.

Even under the gradually setting sun, you recognized that face from portraits of the royal family all around town. With that speed and skill alone, you should have already recognized him as the hero of the stories told in local taverns.

You dropped onto a knee to bow, properly shouldering your bow. "Your Highness."

At this, Prince Hajime noticed your presence. "Oh, fellow hunter. Nightfall is near, I believe you should—" His eyes widened, mouth agape, as you stood up and pulled back your hood.

You raised an eyebrow. "Should...?"

He broke his stare, ears a pinkish color. "Never mind," he muttered, clearing his throat. "Is... is your town nearby? It would be terrible of me to not escort you home."

It was your turn to heat up. "I—I don't think I can accept that, Your Highness."

Prince Hajime chuckled. "I insist." He gestured behind him, almost shyly, to where a horse must have been waiting. "Shall we?"

prince!futakuchi x mermaid!reader

you and your brethren had already met with the royal family, but it was always at their castle for annual celebrations with the land's other magical creatures

so never in a thousand years would you have imagined crossing paths with prince kenji on your beach after visiting a friend in town

and never in a million years would you have imagined that you'd notice him a minute too late, already having stripped down to your underwear and dipped in the water to transform

after the initial embarrassment, you eventually learned that things had been pretty stressful for him, and the beach was the perfect place to get away for a bit

you also just happened to be the kind of company he needed

actually, scrap that, you were the company he wanted; why else would he keep returning at the same time and place?

Just as you were about to swim off home, a bundle of land-dweller clothes in your arms, a long whistle cut through the air. You hurriedly turned to see...

"Prince Kenji, Your Highness!"

He acknowledged your greeting with a nod. The tides lapped at his bare feet a few ways away, pants rolled up to his knees.

Realization knocked you in the face. "How long have you been there?" you asked, heart sinking.

"Long enough," he said nonchalantly, lips curling up just a little.

You flushed head to tail. "Can I help you?" you veered, not wanting to address the other issue. "I doubt you came here merely to sightsee, Your Highness."

He stepped closer to you, wading deeper into the water. "Trust me," he said, eyes not leaving yours, "the eye candy is more than enough help."

In that brisk moment, you wished you could've dissolved into sand.

Prince Kenji laughed, waving a hand. "No, but really..." He looked up, sighing deeply. "Would you mind staying a bit? I... need a stranger's opinion on something."

prince!aone x witch!reader

prince takanobu was used to people taking one look at him and reacting with fear

so when you—who claimed you had nothing to fear because of your magic—were brought into the castle one day to explain a prank you pulled on the villagers (you swear it was harmless), he had to admit that he saw an opportunity

and thank heavens that he found the perfect opening to steal you away, or else that opportunity might've slipped

fortunately, the confidence you instilled in him that first time was enough for him to seek out your little cabin in the woods after that

your easygoing nature allowed him to truly enjoy his time with someone else, even if the jinxes and hexes you talked about were a bit unconventional

"Thanks for saving me, Your Highness." You huffed out a skittish chuckle. "His Majesty's stare almost tore me apart back there."

The prince's lack of a response was odd, though definitely not unwelcome. You'd already guessed this much when he was able to sweep you out of the throne room without as much as a word.

You glanced over to study his stone-set expression. "Do you, uh, go out often, Your Highness?"

Prince Takanobu's surprise lent itself to you rather generously this time. He looked to you, shaking his head; and somehow, you understood all the intricacies and nuances of what that meant.

Your next words were rooted in experience. "It's quite... hard to get people to understand, right?"

This time a nod, albeit with hesitance.

"People are fools, Your Highness," you sighed. "I, for one, think you're wonderful to be around."

To prove your point, you reached into your cloak for a small, crescent-shaped magical relic. You held it out, the prince accepting it in his palm. "Here! It'll help you find me after I'm sent home."

He tightly clutched it in his fist, making you smile.

prince!ushijima x maid!reader

the new maids, guards, and helpers that came in every few weeks was something prince wakatoshi ushijima was more than used to

because if the bustling palace surely reflected anything, it was that the kingdom of shiratorizawa was a handful to govern

he noticed, however, that a certain someone in the newest batch was having more trouble adjusting to the work regime

it wasn't flashy or anything, but he did his best to show you that he cared! and that was enough to help you settle in and open up

but damn shit, once you did, you sure did learn how to pull at his heartstrings, even if it was only through little things like greeting him good morning and bringing him water while he worked

and what else was the prince to do but express his unabashed, unfiltered honesty about wanting to court you?

"Excuse me, Miss?"

You hurried to turn around and bow waist-deep, the prince's unmistakable baritone voice catching you off-guard. "I apologize for loitering around the halls, Your Highness. I'm merely, uh..."

"Lost?" You looked up at his tone. It wasn't condescending in the slightest, only genuinely inquisitive. "You're part of last week's newcomers, correct?"

"Y—yes, Your Highness." Impossible. He had noticed you?

"The breakfast hall for staff is in a separate wing, if that's what you're looking for. I could show you, if you'd like."

Head held low, you mumbled, "I wouldn't want to be a bother..."

"Of course not," Prince Wakatoshi said, a-matter-of-factly. He gestured down the hall. "Shall we go?"

He wasn't smiling or anything, but you felt far from uneasy. Everyone talked about the prince like he was some untouchable, distant force; but his down-to-earth respect for you was like a refreshing splash of water to the face. You wouldn't have had it any other way.

Feeling seen and safe, of course you didn't say no.

prince!shirabu x princess!reader

for most of crown prince kenjiro's life, his family always reminded him that for their small kingdom to flourish, they'd have to make connections with a much stronger one

so by the time he came of age, a betrothal with you—the princess of a more powerful neighboring kingdom—was almost immediately arranged

if anything, he realized that he felt sorry for you, who'd have to deal with his ass from now on

but when you introduced your sweet self, he instantly felt more sorry for himself

there was just something about your work ethic and skill, the way you carried yourself, the way you somehow knew just how to make him smile

how the hell was he gonna keep his sour composure around someone like you?

The moment your betrothed stepped out of his carriage upon arriving at your palace, you could tell he wasn't one for the whole introductions thing. To compensate, you did your best to bridge a conversation after being left alone in the parlor for lunch.

"Honestly, I'm surprised," you laugh a little. "You don't seem like someone who'd agree to something like this, Your Highness."

Prince Kenjiro scowled. You opened your mouth to apologize, but he spoke first—softer than you expected.

"I figured that I could've found a different way to seal the alliance if I tried hard enough. But this—" He gestured between the two of you. "—would bring sure results. I'd be a fool to waste that and throw away a secure opportunity."

You smiled softly. "That's truly respectable of you."

His eyebrows raised just a bit, but he quickly glanced away. "And that's excessive flattery from you, Your Highness."

You stifled a giggle. "Try maintaining eye contact," you said, leaning across the table to gently tilt his cheek your way. "I'd hate to have my fiancé looking like he lacks confidence."

This time, there was no hiding the bright blush on the prince's face.

prince!kuroo x lady!reader

as the daughter of a duke, you had grown up as an acquaintance of prince tetsuro's

but it was still a surprise when your parents told you that the king and queen had wishes to make you his bride

as it was your duty, you had already resigned yourself to commit, but the prince definitely knew how to make things fun while you got to know each other more

your chemistry was electrifying; you were sure your father would have your head if he knew of your behavior

though to be fair, after all the touching hands under the dinner table and lidded looks behind other nobles' backs, you both still got work done at the end of the day

and as a royal power couple, that's what counts, right?

You arrived with your escort to the balcony overlooking the palace gardens, finding Prince Tetsuro already there. He greeted you with a charming grin and customary kiss to the back of your hand.

"I'll admit, Your Highness," you said with a small smile, "I hadn't realized that Their Majesties thought of me in that high of a regard."

"If only you knew." Prince Tetsuro leaned against the railing with a chuckle. "In fact, they believe there is no better woman in the kingdom than His Grace's daughter to meet my expectations."

He sent you a waywards glance, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, well, I'm inclined to agree."

You sidled up next to him, a sudden confidence rushing through your veins.

"But just so you're aware, Your Highness..." You drawled out his title, subtly brushing your fingers against his. "You're not the only one here raised to have certain expectations."

A firm hand to your chin has your face tilted to meet his. "My Lady," he shot right back, feigned shock melting into a smirk, "do you not believe I have the capabilities to fulfill such expectations?"

"Would you like to prove it to me?"

prince!kenma x scribe!reader

it was no secret to anyone in the castle—even to someone like you, who was always cooped up in the library—that the kozume family's only heir to the throne was not very fond of people

he had, what, two friends at most? but even the kuroo and hinata royal families only visited every few moons

it had been like this for years, so you never expected him to show up at your little corner desk one day out of the blue

surprising you both, he came back another day, and then another

he appreciated how you liked to spend time in your own made-up world almost as much as him

sooner or later, your special reading nook became a threat to his favorite spot in the castle; his room had more privacy, yes, but the library had you

"Y—Your Highness?"

The knock on the bookshelf had startled you, but to see Prince Kenma standing a few paces away and a stack of thick books cradled in his arms... quite frankly, wow.

He sighed, pointedly avoiding eye contact. "Yes, miracles of miracles, I'm out of my room." It was completely deadpan. "Hurrah."

You laughed sheepishly, putting down your quill. Did your expression give that much away? "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I ran out of things to read." After heaving his book pile onto another nearby one, the prince turned to you. "Is that manuscript you're transcribing any good?"

"It's—ah, it's actually an original work, Your Highness."

"Oh?" Prince Kenma stepped over, fingers nimbly spinning your parchment for him to read. You got a better look at his face—loose strands of hair framing his features, eyebrows knitted together just in the slightest... honestly, wow.

You ignored your heart pounding. "I could... show you more of it, if you'd like."

He... smiled? Tiny, yet still, a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

prince!bokuto x commoner!reader

the bokuto royal family knew there was no restraining their son, but they also knew that he was capable enough to fend for himself

this made prince koutaro's independent visits to town continuous and commonplace

but the day that he met you in front of the flower stall changed his life forever, and he promised he wasn't just being dramatic

he always so eagerly doted on you, showed you around the palace, and never took the shit about how "odd" it is to love a commoner

and he really was indescribably grateful that you stuck around and dealt with his eccentricity

so in return, he made it a point to be part of your simple life in any way that would make you comfortable! any "lowly" errand, he'd do in a heartbeat just for you

"That'll be—" The florist cut herself off with a gasp, focus drifting behind you. "It's Prince Koutaro!"

You spun around, only now taking note of the crowd that had started to gather. In smack center was indeed the prince, beaming and waving. As amazing as it would be to see him up close, you would rather not get caught in a stampede. Now, if only you could chart a safe route home...

"Hello, Miss! The pretty one in front of the flowers!"

What?

Murmuring, the mass of people shuffled aside. Within seconds, Prince Koutaro stood before you, golden eyes swirling with awe. "You're... woah."

You almost trip over your feet in your rush to bow. Maybe if you did, you would have hit your head hard enough and woken up.

"At ease!" He encouraged you with a hearty grin. "Something tells me I've been waiting for someone just like you."

You tried to ignore the loud ooh's of the crowd and the even louder beating from your chest. "Oh, Your Highness, you flatter me too much—"

Prince Koutaro shook his head fervently. "Of course not! I'm glad to finally meet you, My Joy."

prince!akaashi x fairy!reader

on good days, the crown prince liked to think he was a fairly patient man

and apparently, the royal court thought so too, always asking him to handle the fussier villagers who came to them with concerns

while prince keiji was happy to help, he would still rather spend his time writing and studying poetry by himself

it was after an exhausting, long week of dealing with outrageous complaints that he just wanted to catch a damn break without anyone to bother him

he figured nobody would go to the pond by the edge of the forest just to look for him, and he was right; except he hadn't considered the possibility of someone beating him there

but before getting too disappointed, it dawned on him that you were an actual fairy—cheeky, but also wise and clever and fascinating

so of course, he couldn't complain, especially when your cryptically profound understanding of his situation gave him a reason to come back

A regular visit to your regular spot—that was the plan. Meeting the prince, however, wasn't necessarily a bad change in those plans.

The sound of a horse's whinnies interrupted the mindless threading of your fingers through the water. You looked up just in time to watch a certain figure dismount, satchel overflowing with scrolls and journals.

The prince's eyes widened as they met yours from the other edge of the pond.

You spoke before he could, sitting up a bit straighter to grin crookedly. "Your Highness! Are you here for a break, perhaps?"

Still taken aback, he nodded slowly. "How did you...?"

"I get the feeling." A faraway smile settled on your lips. "So trust me when I say I won't disrupt your peace."

A softened look crossed Prince Keiji's face. "Thank you," was all he said, before the pond officially grew to be a place you both could escape to.

prince!kita x fairy!reader

many things were disputed by the townspeople of inarizaki, but whenever the words "prince shinsuke kita will someday make a wonderfully fine king" were spoken...

well, let's just say you couldn't name anyone who would've disagreed

whenever you were called to court meetings as the official fairy ambassador, you couldn't help but be a stuttering mess under the prince's gaze

you knew the various gifts that his godmothers gave him at birth weren't the only reason he was as amazing as he was, but a part of you still cursed your kin for helping to raise such a damn perfect man

the rest of the noble houses and magical creature ambassadors probably thought that fairies were naturally nervous beings

but by the way the prince always complimented your wings and invited you to walks and dinners after meetings, you were sure he was already onto you

"So, our chef's been testin' new desserts, right?"

You nodded, but hurriedly glanced around the empty hall, ready to bury yourself permanently in your cove if Prince Shinsuke was actually talking to somebody else.

"And I heard that your people love honey," he continued, "so I know you'd be perfect to help taste test 'em." If he noticed your desperate fumbling, he didn't comment.

"As in—you mean—" You breathed shakily. "Is that a... dinner invitation, Your Highness?"

"If you're up to it, then hopefully, yes."

You hated your fluttering wings for giving away your excitement. "I—I'd love to! Can I ask who else will be there?"

"Actually..." The prince glanced out the nearby window before returning to you with a secretive smile. "Would it bother ya if it was just us?"

You lied. "No—uh, not at all, Your Highness!" You knew you'd fare terribly in a one-on-one dinner with him, and that did bother you.

"Wonderful." He winked. "I'll see ya in the dinin' hall at sundown."

prince!atsumu x maid!reader

the royal twins were known for being the most rowdy, rambunctious pair that the miya family had ever seen

but as someone who worked in their castle, you knew that wasn't the whole story! well... for one of them, at least

always appointed to kitchen duty, you very often found yourself working alongside prince osamu, who frequently volunteered to help

over time, it led you to wonder what the hell prince atsumu was up to while his brother was here humbling himself in your scrubby kitchens

you thought maybe the gods had heard you, because the very next day, it was him who showed up to substitute his brother

the banquet that night was not as delicious as it usually was

but after that day, you eventually learned that your sudden reassignment to the residential areas of the castle may have been a stunt on prince atsumu's part to see you more

"Prince Osamu, thank goodness, the pudding—"

"I'm afraid ya got the wrong prince, Miss. Samu's feelin' a tad bit ill today."

You whirled around, almost dropping your ladle at the sight of the blonde head standing at the door.

"You..." you breathed, eyes widening. You swept into a deep bow. "Prince Atsumu, Your Highness."

"Ya know..."

He stepped forward, swiftly bringing the back of your hand to his lips. "My brother hadn't mentioned that his cookin' buddy was such a fine jewel," he said, making you heat up. "Now I'm almost wishin' he caught the jibbers much earlier."

He blinked. "Don't tell 'im, of course."

You laughed. "I think I can do that."

Prince Atsumu eased back into a smile. "Right, so... pudding, eh? Fair warnin', Jewel, I'm more fit to diplomacy than stirrin'."

"No worries, Your Highness." You beamed, handing him a large spoon. "I make quite the fine teacher."

writing so many different kinds of scenarios was exhausting but super fun lol 😭

i love fantasy settings so this was very self-indulgent despite the nobility rabbit hole i accidentally fell into while searching something up,, whoops i guess! LMFAO anyway hope u all enjoyed :3

[kaijime]

watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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[getosubaru]

𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨

nanami kento x gn!reader

rating: e

minors/ageless blogs do not interact; you will be blocked

written for @scandescent​​ and @festive​‘s dirty money collab ♡

wc: 9.6k

summary: when a battle goes sideways and nanami has to miss his usual stream with his favorite cam model, he’s met with an upset beloved and weeks of silence. seeing his friend’s bad mood, gojo convinces him to go out to a club for a costume party. prince charming finds himself following a familiar white rabbit who’s got his heart in a chokehold.

tw/notes: small text only for description; streamed getting off (reader + nanami); toys; bottom!reader; oral (gn receiving) fingering (gn received); petnames (sweetheart, baby, angel); dirty talk; biting; choking; idk i think it’s vanilla but i’m not a great judge of that; bit of angst; mostly fluff; no mentions of reader’s body/skin/hair/etc.; no use of y/n; lmk if i missed something

Nanami keeps to a simple routine: gym after work Sunday through Thursday, laundry on Saturday, and takeout for dinner on Friday.

Fridays are for you.

A sweet smile greets him when he clicks on your stream, just as it always does. You never fail to perk up when you see his name appear in the chat.

“K! You’re here!” you squeal, bouncing on your bed with a little wave.

As if he’s ever missed a stream in the last two months.

K7390: Hi, beautiful.

Every Friday night at 8:00, Nanami watches you bring yourself to orgasm over and over again until you’re exhausted. It’s the highlight of his usually monotonous week. He can close his eyes and pretend it’s him drawing those sinful sounds out of you; or he can focus on the toy you’re riding hard, picturing you stretched out on his dick and begging him for more.

Money well spent, in his opinion.

You’re just using your hands tonight, none of your plethora of toys visible in the shot. These are his favorite shows. It’s never enough, not when you’re always so desperate to be full. Your pathetic little whines are his favorite sound in the world.

Nanami undoes his belt as you start the tip counter, pinching your bare nipple with a wink. “Shall we get started?”

He’s patient, not touching himself while you cajole and flirt your way to your goal. It never takes long, but he wants this to last as long as possible. And it’s so difficult. You’re in the tiniest pair of mesh shorts that leave nothing to the imagination—especially when you turn around and arch your back, letting your head and torso rest on the bed.

Your hands play with the hem of your shorts as it digs into your plush ass, pulling the fabric away just to let it snap back. Sitting up and spreading your knees wide, you tug the waistband down a little. Your face peers back at the camera with a small smile over your shoulder.

“These’ll come off once we hit goal,” you promise. “Just a little bit more?”

Nanami waits until the counter is halfway there before sending the rest of the money. His screen name changes to blue, showing his status as your highest tipper of the night. He could have sent it earlier or even paid the full amount at the beginning; it would have been a shame to miss your teasing little act.

Your grin widens as you hear the chime alerting you of the goal being hit. You turn around and blow a kiss at the camera. “Thank you, K! I know I can always count on you!”

The private show starts, pulling all the contributors into another chat. Nanami finally unzips his pants before tugging them and his boxers down. He hisses at the chill of the air, hurrying to cup his hardening length.

He’s not the only one undressing. Sitting with your back to the camera again, you slide your shorts down slowly, stopping when the waistband sits just below the curve of your ass. You pull the fabric taut so it makes the already enticing sight even more erotic.

“Finally,” you sigh. The earpiece you wear captures every sound you make and lets you hear the chat when you’re otherwise occupied. “This week was rough.”

Nanami can tell you’re not just putting on a show based on the way you seem to have no patience for teasing yourself tonight. The shorts are discarded, leaving you naked on your knees. One hand slips down to work yourself slowly, though still quicker than you normally start off with. The other braces you against the bed as you lean back to provide a better view.

K7390: You seem frustrated, sweetheart.

You whine softly, biting down on your lower lip. “Yeah. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t cum since last week.”

Nanami nearly groans when you pick up the pace and he gives into stroking his throbbing cock. Typing with one hand is a skill he’s picked up after all these shows with you.

K7390: Poor thing. Someone as lovely as you deserves to be fucked well and often.

His words have the intended effect: a moan slips out of your lips and you close your eyes, touching yourself faster. You sit up to free your other hand, rolling a nipple between your fingers.

“You’re such a sweet-talker, K. When’re you gonna do an exclusive show with me so I can finally hear you?”

Nanami’s never let himself do a one-on-one show with you. It’s too…intimate, especially given that he’s already this attached. Part of him worries actually talking to you would be more addictive than he could take.

K7390: Not tonight, beautiful. Grab the lube and fuck yourself on those pretty fingers for me.

You’re quick to comply, pushing a second finger in before you finish pulling out the first. When he first started watching you, it was clear you preferred to be ass up on your knees. You never spent too long in that position after he told you how much he liked to see your face.

“Fuck, I need it,” you whine. “I wanna hear you. ‘S not fair you get to see what you do to me and I don’t.”

Nanami roughly grabs the base of his dick, gasping as your pleas echo in his head. You’ve never been this demanding and it’s ruining him.

K7390: You that desperate for me, angel? All this attention and you still want more?

Two fingers become three and your thighs start to twitch. Nanami knows you’re close. He’s so familiar with the different sounds of your moans that he could probably pinpoint exactly how long until you cum to the second. But he’s more focused on your tense face as you work your other hand above your busy fingers.

“Please, please, please—I’ll be good, promise! Just wanna hear your voice.”

It’s maddening how much your begging undoes him. He’s on the edge embarrassingly quickly. The tears gathered in your eyes have his hips bucking into his hand.

K7390: If you can hold off until I finish counting, I’ll take you exclusive tonight. 5

You cry out, trembling all over as you nod frantically. “I can do it.”

The rest of the chat seems to be split into two camps: one cheering on your reactions to Nanami and the other seething with envy. Neither of you pay them any mind.

Nanami looks away from the screen to spit in his hand, wanting to finish with you.

K7390: 4

Your knees look about ready to give out, but you keep yourself upright. “Please, I’m so close.”

His hand matches the pace of your fingers sliding in and out of you. The stretch of them isn’t anywhere as big as it would be if it was his cock hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back, but he can appreciate the sight.

K7390: 3 just a little longer baby

Nanami can’t focus on getting his typing right, but proper commas can be damned when you’re waiting on him to allow you to cum.

“So good, fuck,” you groan, dropping your head back.

K7390: eyes over here you know better than that

Your head snaps up again. “Sorry! Please—“

K7390: 2

The tears finally slip down your cheeks. Nanami can feel his own orgasm about to snap from your crying.

K7390: 1 cum baby

“Yes, thank you, fuck, ohh,” you break off with a moan, spasming on the bed as your release rushes over you.

Nanami lets himself cum to the sight of your blissed out face, groaning harshly as he fucks up into his fist. You fall back on the bed, fingers still thrusting slowly inside you.

“Better keep your promise,” you breathe out.

Your words combined with a tight twist over the head of his cock makes Nanami whimper. More cum dribbles out of the slit and his eyes roll back into his head.

He pulls away when it becomes too much, watching you sit up to clean your mess off your fingers with your tongue. He really agreed to an exclusive show tonight. Thinking with his dick, as usual when it came to you.

It’s not about the money. He makes enough that he can spend whatever he wants on you. It’s about that damnable flutter in his chest when you smile just for him. He’s attached and doesn’t want to encourage that. This is just business for you, nothing more.

“I’m gonna grab some water and then come back,” you say, a satisfied grin blooming on your face. “K, you better be here or I’ll throw a fit.”

K7390: I’ll be here, beautiful.

The sparkle in your eyes pushes away his doubt for the moment, enough for him to clean himself up and move his laptop to his bed. Fuck, are you going to want to see him?

Nanami is not a self-conscious man; he’s well-aware of what genetics and a strict gym routine have given him. But there’s cum all over his button-up and he’s drenched in sweat.

He quickly tosses off his clothes, pulling out a clean pair of grey boxer-briefs and a white t-shirt. He yanks the clothes on and scrambles for a towel to dry off with. The “be right back!” sign on your stream taunts him into moving faster. His hair can’t be saved, but he combs it back with his fingers anyway.

Headphones. He needs to find his fucking headphones before—

“Hi!” your voice chirps from his laptop.

Nanami dives back into bed just in time, his headphone case clenched in his fist.

Oddly enough, you’re wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.

_K7390: Still on for this? _

You nod enthusiastically, grinning into the camera. “Yep!”

Nanami takes a deep breath and clicks the button for an exclusive show. Immediately, it’s just you and him in the chat room.

“You can click the speaker button to turn your audio on and the little camera for, well, your camera,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck.

Fortune favors the bold or something like that. Nanami pops a headphone in and clicks on the camera.

Your eyes widen when his video turns on. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he repeats, cursing himself for how rough it comes out.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you tease.

Nanami raises an eyebrow, adjusting the angle of his laptop so you can better see his face. “I think we’re pretty well acquainted.”

That gets him a delighted laugh. His cheeks burn at the sound.

“My turn for a show?” The tilt of your smile does damage to his heart.

Thirty seconds in and he’s already gone. This was definitely a bad idea.

“If you’d like,” he replies, tugging his shirt over his head.

Your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them. Your attraction is gratifying, especially when your eyes track his hand sliding down his chest to cup himself through his boxers.

“I think I should be the one paying,” you mutter almost to yourself.

Nanami tsks, rolling his hips into his hand. “Not fair that I’m nearly stripped down and you’re still bundled up, even though you do look adorable.”

“Oh!” You jolt out of your trance, shaking your head slightly. “I just wanted it to be a surprise.”

The blanket falls off your shoulders to reveal deep blue lace. A tiny thong clings to your hips, framed by a garter belt and stockings. You’ve left your top half bare, save for a matching lace collar.

“You look incredible,” manages Nanami. Your eyes don’t miss the way he presses his hand down harder.

You bite your bottom lip, seeming to hesitate.

“What is it, angel?” He almost doesn’t hear your response.

“I got it with you in mind.”

Nanami hums something just short of a moan. You take the opportunity to continue.

“You remember when I asked you your favorite color?” Over a month ago, actually. “I bought this for when I finally got to meet you.”

He’s fully hard now, your honeyed words and hesitant smile nearly turning him on more than your fingers toying with the lace.

“And you accuse me of being a sweet-talker,” he teases, desperately wanting the upper hand so you don’t completely wreck him.

He knows he’s already lost when you pull out a matching vibrator. This one is new, obviously bought to complete the set.

“Mm, can you blame me for being excited?”

Nanami laughs, removing his hand to pull his boxers off. “Undo those bows for me, sweetheart.”

The little scrap of lace is gone in a flash, leaving you in just the garters and stockings. And the collar, of course.

“This is special, actually,” you say, waving the vibrator. “See the panel on the side of the screen?”

It clicks in his head instantly, despite the lack of blood flowing to his brain. “I can control it?”

“Yep!” You bring it up to your lips and run your tongue over the tip. “I haven’t played with one of these before, but I thought it would be fun.”

Another thing you got just for him. If he hadn’t just cum not thirty minutes ago, he’d probably be spilling untouched.

“Aren’t you so good for me?” he coos, loving the way your eyes flutter shut. “All this just for me?”

You hum in agreement, sucking the tip of the toy in your mouth. Nanami lets himself start to stroke his cock slowly. You wanted to hear him, so he’ll keep talking until you break.

“That’s it, you can take more. So pretty with your mouth full like that.”

The praise makes you squirm but you don’t reach down to touch yourself. Nanami tightens his grip as your clear obedience makes his head spin. You take the toy all the way in your mouth to the base, gagging slightly when it breaches your throat.

“There you go,” he sighs, cock pulsing at the sound of your struggling. “So good for me.”

You pull the toy free with a gasp. “K, please…”

Truthfully, he’s just as eager as you, but watching you beg with your eyes fixed on his dick is intoxicating.

“Please, what?” he asks idly. “Use your words, beautiful.”

You groan, fisting your fingers in your sheets as he continues to lazily stroke his cock. “You’re evil. I should’ve known you’d be ten times worse when I can hear you and that’s not even to mention your voice.”

Nanami laughs. Your little fit is adorable. “What about my voice?”

“It’s all deep and warm and fuck you could make a killing selling audios,” you whine. Your hands still stay off of yourself.

“Mm maybe time for a change in career then.” He leans back further into the pillows and rolls a nipple with his free hand, arching slightly into the touch.

“K!”

Thinking with his dick again. “Kento. When it’s just us, you can call me Kento.”

You whimper pathetically, clawing at the sheet. “Kento, please.”

His name on your lips breaks the last of his reserve. He grabs at the lube in his nightstand. “Put the toy in, angel. You still stretched out from earlier?”

“Finally,” you mumble before speaking clearer, “Yeah, ‘m fine.”

Nanami wonders in the back of his head whether you’d answer the same regardless if you weren’t already prepped. The quick, eager motions of you slicking up the toy has him thinking he’d be right.

He drips out some lube into his palm, warming it between his hands before gliding them down his length. A grunt fights it way out of his throat at the wetness.

Your eyes drift shut as you sink down onto the vibrator, taking it all the way to the base. “So good.”

Nanami wipes one hand on his discarded shirt before he turns the toy on to a medium setting. You cry out, obviously forgetting about that feature.

“How’s that, hmm?” he asks, not really needing an answer since your hips start to bounce.

He keeps time with your movements, the lewd sounds mingling enough he could believe it’s him you’re riding. When you grind down, he squeezes his cock to mimic what that damn toy must be experiencing.

“Wish it was you,” you whine.

Nanami groans, turning up the vibrator on you for making him such a mess. “Always so needy with me, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, pinching and pulling at your nipples while you bounce.

He’s not going to fucking last, not like this. Not with you sweetly moaning his name and focusing on his fist around his dick. He cranks the vibrator up on high, setting it to pulse since it makes you tremble.

“Kento, I wanna cum, please,” you beg.

He clicks his tongue. “Already? We’re barely a third of the way through our time.” Like he isn’t about to spill all over himself.

“Kento!” A twist of your hips has the toy hitting exactly where you need apparently as your body tenses up.

“Again,” he barks out, managing to keep a stutter out of his voice as he fucks up into his fist. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Kento, fuck,” you moan. “I’m yours.”

How the hell he didn’t finish right then and there is a miracle. “Touch yourself and cum for me. I wanna hear you say my name.”

He gets his wish. You cry out, repeating his name like a prayer as you slam yourself down on the vibrator. Your body arches tight before you’re sobbing, grinding on the toy and letting your hand drag out your orgasm.

“K-kento, oh…”

It’s all he needs to let go, moaning loudly with his head thrown back. The force of his release has him shaking, eyes scrunched as he stutters out some form of praise for you. It’s overwhelming, burning hot and leaving him hollowed out as he paints his stomach and chest.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out.

Your giggle forces his eyes open. Curled on your side with the toy cast away, you seem to delight in the mess he’s made of himself.

“You’re telling me,” you drawl. “I think I might’ve seen God there for a second.”

Nanami grabs his shirt to wipe down with, but not before tossing you a wink. “Just me.”

“Gorgeous, I’ll pray at your altar anytime.”

Your attitude’s come back in the wake of your orgasm, showing him that flirty side he adores. This should be awkward. You should flit back to your main room while he passes out or eats the takeout growing cold in his kitchen.

You always surprise him.

“So how was your day?” you ask.

Nanami blinks. “Excluding the last hour or so? Miserable. Overall? Pretty amazing.”

“Glad to know I’m a mood booster.” Your smile is bright and genuine, just short of a full blown grin.

“You said that today was rough?”

Neither of you make an attempt to cover yourselves as you talk through the remaining time. You stay curled up, facing the screen, eyes open despite how tired you seem.

“You should get some rest, gorgeous,” says Nanami when you lose the fight with another yawn.

“Don’t wanna,” you grumble.

He glances at the timer on the screen. “We’re about to be kicked into the main chat.”

This upsets you, bringing a pout to your slightly squished face.

“Ah ah, no arguing,” he chastises before you can start up. He smiles at your sleepy pout. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

“Goodnight, Kento,” you mumble back, bringing yourself up enough to blow a lazy kiss. “Can we do this again next week?”

He’ll kick himself later for agreeing, but he can’t ignore how radiant your smile is.

Next week turns into three consecutive Fridays spent in exclusive shows. Every week he gets you all to himself for an hour, sometimes more if one of you adds time to the clock. He wasn’t aware performers could do that, but apparently you can just give time for free.

Nanami pretends he doesn’t see you do it. If he doesn’t see it, he doesn’t have to acknowledge how much more real this…thing is between you two.

Three weeks of your blissed out face gasping out his name. Three weeks of tired conversations meandering down more personal paths. Three weeks of his traitorous heart taking this as something other than an exchange of money for services.

And then he nearly dies at the hands of a patchwork curse.

Nanami misses a Friday with you for the first time in months. Shoko refuses to let him out of her morgue/infirmary when he stumbles back, clutching his stomach where the curse touched him.

All sorcerers die; some die horrifically, others die quietly. Death is the only guarantee in this business.

But you don’t know that. You don’t know he gambles his life against monsters everyday. All you know is the man you’ve grown used to seeing once a week is suddenly absent.

When the fog clears and Friday drifts into Saturday, he has no way to contact you to let you know he’s okay. Your profile is set with private messages disabled. If you’re not on stream, you’re out of his reach completely.

He tries not to let it eat at him. This is business for you; he’s just another whale on the hook. But the thought of you worrying stirs up something like guilt.

Shoko discharges him with a firm order not to move too much over the weekend and bans him from alcohol and smoking. The order may have been petty revenge for bitching most of the night. When she finally went home, he took his complaints to text form.

Opening his laptop isn’t the first thing Nanami does when he comes home. He kicks off his shoes first, of course; wearing shoes in the house is a crime.

You’re online—almost unheard of for you on a Saturday morning. He doesn’t hesitate to click into your chat, only to be met with your cheery pause screen.

bluefire1801x: been like this all day man wtf is going on

111kfc111: idk it was like this last night

_NotChosenOne: This is lame. I’m not hanging around for this. _

Nanami watches the chat continue like this for a moment before he decides to try anyway.

K7390: I’m sorry, sweetheart. Work got busy and I had to stay overnight. Are you around?

The pause screen vanishes, but your camera remains off. He clicks the exclusive show button, leaving the main chat sending confused messages as you two pop away.

He knows he looks like shit. Sleeping in Shoko’s morgue is never a comfortable experience, nevermind the memories and nightmares it brings up for him. The camera only highlights the bags under his eyes and how chapped his lips are.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeats.

Your camera comes on and you’re wrapped in your blanket again, this time for comfort it seems. “I paused the stream while waiting, but I fell asleep.”

Guilt claws at his heart. He was right; you worried and now you’re upset at him. Nanami sighs, sitting back at his desk and running a hand through his hair. He can tell you something close to the truth.

“I got injured at work. The doctor wouldn’t let me leave until today.” He glances at his watch. “Well, about thirty-three minutes ago to be exact.”

“Are you okay?” You sit up straighter, more life in your eyes than before. “What happened?”

He holds up his hands. “I’m fine now, except for sleeping on that miserable cot,” he assures. The next part is harder. “I can’t…shit, I can’t really explain it.”

You scowl, glaring at some spot on your blanket. “Yeah no, I get it. Anonymity and all that.”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not it at all. My job—“

“I should really turn my laptop off since it’s been on all night.”

Nanami winces at the reminder. “Let me explain, please.”

“Goodnight, K.”

Hearing the initial instead of his name cuts deeper than it should. His screen closes and leaves only your offline profile in view. He stares at your profile picture, taking in your easy smile. It’s such a contrast to how he just saw you–huddled up and sad, spitting exhausted venom at him.

Once again, sorcery manages to fuck up something bright in his life.

He can’t even blame anyone but himself. Attachments have always been unwise in this business and it’s not always the sorcerer who ends up hurting. Dying is easy; the ones left behind suffer the most.

Maybe it’s better for you if he disappears now. Let him be just another disappointment instead of a future ghost.

You stay offline for two Fridays in a row. Nanami takes to checking your page once a day or so to see if you pop up, but your profile still displays the same last online date. He should stop checking, stop hoping, stop trying to drag you into his life. He rationalizes his behavior with the excuse that he’s worried about you. It’s not like you to be gone for so long and something might have happened.

You might have met someone else and stopped waiting for the scraps of himself he can offer you.

Gojo picks up on Nanami’s foul mood after a while. The other sorcerer bounces between an uncharacteristic seriousness tinged with empathetic quiet and a rambunctious mania. Drowning his sorrows in killing monsters and picking up strangers always works for him, so he encourages Nanami to give it a try.

“Nanamin!” A whine colors his voice. “It’s just one night, come on! Shoko and Mei are busy and I don’t want to go out alone. That’s boring!”

One night in a loud club filled with intoxicated strangers and grating music. It’s like Gojo doesn’t know him at all.

“In what universe would I want to go out clubbing?” drawls Nanami, not looking up from the reports he’s filling out.

“This one!”

Gojo shoves his phone under Nanami’s nose. An event flyer fills the screen, promising a night of debauchery–themed debauchery. The entry price alone makes the younger man balk. God only knows how expensive the shitty drinks are going to be if they want that much just to get in the door.

“A costume party?” asks Nanami. “Really?”

“They’re fun! Dress up, dance, look at other hot people in costumes…” Gojo waggles his eyebrows underneath his blindfold. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to have fun.”

That prickles some part of Nanami’s competitive brain. You had said something similar to him once, teased him about not yet being 30 and living like he’s in a retirement home. Of course, you hadn’t known about the more violent aspects of his life. He wonders if your opinion would have been different had he told you.

Nanami glares up at Gojo still hovering near his desk. “Fine.”

He tells himself it’s not because he hears your laugh in the back of his mind.

Scores of princesses, fairies, and red capes crowd the nightclub. Nanami’s nearly had an eye put out at least twice by a rogue pair of wings. The dangers are part and parcel of Fairy Tale Night apparently. Letting Gojo handle their costumes was a mistake, of course, but how else was he supposed to find a costume on such short notice?

“Prince Charming. Really?” asked Nanami, brandishing the plastic crown like a weapon. With his technique, it probably could be one.

Gojo wisely took a step back and held up his own headwear. “It’s either that or the Mad Hatter, man. I thought you’d appreciate the humor!” He vanished before Nanami could throw his (admittedly nice quality) boot at him.

Still, Nanami should probably thank the menace. More than a few people are looking at him like they want to find happily ever after with him. He can’t bring himself to care–not about the mermaid sidling up to him at the bar, not about the Big Bad Wolf asking him to dance. They’re all wrong because he’s looking for traces of you in their faces. This one’s hair is too long; that one’s eyes aren’t the right color.

He lets Gojo drag him onto the dance floor after a few shots. The music is awful–nearly discordant in its volume, but he can feel the beat and remembers how to dance. Satoru wraps his arms around a nearby Cinderella, who seems not to mind the obnoxious goggles he’s wearing in place of his usual blindfold. You can get away with a lot of eccentricities when you’re 190 cm with that kind of bone structure.

The cheap tequila’s done nothing for him. He’s still as sober as he was when he walked in. Nanami glances to the bar, gauging how likely it is he could get a drink within the next hour. A crowd four people deep encircles the harassed bartenders. A pair of bunny ears turns in his direction and freezes.

He knows that face–has seen it laughing, gasping, yawning, and twisted with pleasure.

You cock your head at him, eyebrows coming together in confusion. Your teeth come out to sink into your bottom lip before you smile and shake your head. He follows the line of your finger as you point to the balcony where the smoking section is. He watches your grin widen when he nods.

Gojo’s gone when Nanami turns to tell him he’ll be right back. The Cinderella is conspicuously absent as well, so he figures he won’t see his least favorite coworker for the rest of the night.

Nanami beats you outside. He lights a cigarette with shaking hands and tries not to stare at the door. It’s mercifully empty out here, save for a few couples huddled close to the building. He leans against the railing and looks over the city far below him.

“Come here often?” teases a familiar voice on his left. You take a drag of your own smoke, winking at his shocked face.

“I didn’t know you lived in Tokyo,” he replies, stupidly, thoughtlessly, still stunned by your sudden appearance in his life.

You shrug. “I didn’t. Moved last week. My settings have anyone in the same city as me blocked from viewing my profile. Security, you know?”

Nanami nods for lack of a better response.

“Still,” you continue. “Wasn’t expecting to see you on my first night out.”

His mind screams at him not to say anything, to stay quiet and reserved, even as your gaze burns into his face.

“My coworker dragged me out to forget about you. Not that I told him anything about us–you, I mean. He just knew I wasn’t my usual self,” says Nanami anyway. The city is a safer view to train his eyes on, but he can’t tear himself away from you.

Your expression softens, mischief replaced with uncertainty. You take a drag of your cigarette and the burning tip illuminates your face briefly. Exhaling sharply away from him, you face the city. “Part of me daydreamed about running into you. I got the job offer and my first thought was, ‘god, I can’t wait to tell Kento.’ How dumb is that?” Your laugh is bitter and the sound tears at his chest.

“It’s not dumb.”

“What could we possibly look like?” you ask, anger coloring your tone something harsh. “I don’t know what you do for work, only that it’s some big secret. You don’t even know my real name, for god’s sake.” Tears gather in your eyes, the moisture reflecting the lights of the city.

Nanami doesn’t hesitate. One hand cups your jaw, tilting your face towards his. The other tosses his cigarette from the balcony and rests lightly on your hip. “In the vaguest of terms, I’m a teacher and a private contractor. The rest requires a very long conversation that you may or may not believe. It’s nothing illegal or nefarious–just confidential. I will tell you, though, if you want to know.” He risks stepping closer, dragging his thumb over your lips.

You mumble something against the pad of his finger, repeating it louder when he cocks his head. “My name. And I wanna know.”

He could kiss you now, should kiss you now based on your starry eyes and soft lips. But having you and losing you would hurt worse than never tasting you at all. Ever the masochist, Nanami can’t help but press his thumb firmer against your bottom lip, groaning when you open your mouth to tease your tongue against the tip.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he scolds without much ire. “We’re supposed to be talking.”

Your lips draw his thumb in, sucking lightly before releasing it with a pop. “My place or yours?”

Nanami got a ride with Gojo here–not his smartest move, obviously, but your apartment is within walking distance. The trip is short, quiet, and he’s grateful for your hand clinging to his the entire way. Your neighbors must be used to the party crowd, as none of them even spare the two of you in your costumes a passing glance. Nanami spends most of the walk trying not to think about the possibility of your coat hiding a little fluffy tail.

“You know, my friend tried to get me to go as the Mad Hatter,” he comments as you unlock your door.

You laugh, pushing the warped wood harshly and kicking off your shoes. “That would’ve been hilarious.”

In the warm light of your living room, Nanami takes the opportunity to appreciate your costume. Thankfully, you’d opted for a more original interpretation of the White Rabbit: neat little bowtie, tight vest, and a pocket-watch chain ending in the pocket of your small shorts. When you turn to take off your coat, all the blood rushes south for Nanami. There is a little rabbit tail attached to your indecent shorts.

He can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse that you seem uninterested in taking off the bunny ears.

“So, you said we need to have a long talk?” you ask, peering back over your shoulder to smile at his flushed face. Your grin turns sharp at his sudden interest in the ceiling.

Nanami tries to remember the battery of breathing techniques he learned to keep his cool when he was a salaryman. His thoughts scatter when you walk into the living room–letting your ass brush his thigh as you scoot by him in the small entryway on purpose, he’s sure. All subtlety is gone by now; he can’t stop himself from lightly swatting you just below your tail.

“Kento!” Your delighted laughter sounds like heaven, like peace, like a thick duvet on a cold morning. He wants to drown in it–bury his entire being in it and never surface again.

“Right. Conversation.” He clears his throat. Your eyes focus on him, attentive and enthralled. It’s almost a parody of teaching, but Nanami cuts that thought off before it can start. He could either ruin his mood by thinking of work or derail his brain thinking of you bent over a desk while he wields a ruler.

Damn it.

You smirk when he clears his throat again. The picture of innocence, you sit primly on the sofa and fold your hands in your lap. “So, you were saying?”

Nanami rubs at his temple as he feels a headache coming on. His technique isn’t flashy like Gojo’s. He’s attuned for combat, not displays of power. Well, not ones that would keep the walls of your home standing. This isn’t a situation he’s ever been in before; nearly everyone he knows has experience with socerery.

He’s also breaking the rules. The most important rule: Never tell non-sorcerers. Gojo would laugh himself stupid if he knew.

Yaga was the one who recruited Nanami. He remembers the man’s speech well; it was, after all, the moment his life changed completely. He decides to start there.

“Over 10,000 people go missing or die unexplained deaths in Japan every year. Most of those are the result of curses…”

You’re not kicking him out, even when he describes curses or the horrors that often spawn them. You remain engrossed in his speech and even…accepting? Nanami cautiously starts to hope you believe him.

“Why can’t I see them?” you ask during a pause in the explanation.

Nanami gestures at his hair. “Why am I blond? Why do some people have green eyes or freckles? Genetics. Some of the elders place a more…mystical origin on why certain people have cursed energy or the sight. I subscribe to a more modern way of thinking, as it’s the one that makes sense to me.”

You nod thoughtfully. “So your parents were sorcerers?”

“Ah, no,” he sighs. “I think my circumstances are more the result of a latent gene surfacing. Probably on my father’s side, as my mother was Danish. Neither them nor my sister could even see curses.”

The unsaid falls heavily on the room. He spoke in the past tense.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you murmur, smile softening into something kinder.

Nanami nods sharply, trying to beat away the warmth your empathy spreads in his chest. “Thank you. It’s been years. Death is something sorcerers are all too familiar with.”

Haibara’s face comes to his mind unbidden. The boy would’ve adored you and teased Kento for his habit of collecting sunshiney extraverts. Nanami didn’t subscribe to an afterlife; this world was all there is and there was enough to do here without worrying about what comes later. Still, he can’t help but wonder if it was Yuu’s influence that drove the pair of you together tonight.

“That’s another thing…” Nanami hesitates. “My work is dangerous and the mortality rate is startlingly high.”

You frown, the expression absurdly cute and he has to stop himself from pressing his thumb into the crease of your eyebrows. “I thought you said you were a teacher?”

“Only incidentally. I have taken a student under my wing as a favor to a coworker. Most of my time is spent in the field.”

He watches you process this with a heavy heart. Few working sorcerers date outside of their world because of this. There is always the risk that one day they won’t come home. Shoko sees more corpses than she sees injured; sorcerers either return unharmed or they don’t come back at all.

“Fighting those things?” you ask with no small amount of horror. “Those curses? But it’s dangerous and you said some of them are super powerful!”

If there is one thing Nanami’s always had pride in, it’s his own strength and technique. While he may not be a Gojo or a Geto, he’s no slouch. If anything, he has to work harder–be better, stronger, faster to overcome the limits of his own power. His smile is just this side of arrogant when he pulls the crown off his head and tosses it to you.

“Make sure there’s nothing wrong with it,” he instructs you. “No cracks, no breaks, no damage.”

You dutifully turn it over in your hands, inspecting the shiny plastic and shaking your head. “It’s fine.”

Nanami activates his technique, pinpointing where he wants to hit the crown along the 7:3 ratio. He kneels down in front of you and lets his smile morph into a cocky smirk. “Watch.”

He slowly raises one finger and taps the plastic with the smallest amount of pressure possible. The crown snaps immediately, his cursed energy traveling in a line until the other side breaks as well. You’re left gaping with two pieces of plastic in your hand.

“How the fuck–”

Nanami could explain his technique; he could go over ratios and calculations and how it feels to slam enough energy into a building to collapse it entirely. He could even subtly mention the fact he holds the record for most consecutive Black Flash hits, a feat not even Gojo has accomplished. He could continue this little instructional demonstration or he could kiss you until you both lose your minds.

He taps your bottom lip with that same finger, chuckling when you jolt. “In a fight, I’m usually the dangerous one, sweetheart.”

Your pupils blow wide, matching your mouth when your jaw drops open. Nanami restrains himself from pushing the tip of his finger between your lips, but you take the initiative yourself–darting out the point of your tongue to taste him.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmurs. “I want to do this right, regardless of how much I want to sleep with you. I know we don’t know each other, not really, but I want that more.”

“You do know me.” Your lips moving under his finger nearly breaks his composure. “Just as I know you. I don’t need to know what songs you like or how you take your coffee. I know how to make that crease in between your eyebrows go away. I know your voice gets raspy when you’re tired, and you blush whenever I compliment you. I know your smile is rare even though you never hide it from me. I know you bitch about your job but you love it and are so proud of your students.”

Nanami blinks, caught off guard under the weight of your speech. “Sweetheart–”

“And I know if you don’t kiss me right fucking now, I’m going to throw a fit,” you say, smiling despite your harsh words.

He might not be the most experienced of people but Nanami can recognize a green light when he sees one.

It’s softer than he expected. You sigh into the kiss when he finally presses his lips to yours, reaching yours hands out to cradle his face. Nanami’s never felt delicate or fragile, but your fingers lightly tracing his cheekbones is what he thinks that would feel like.

The kiss isn’t rushed or frantic or too hungry. Your lips slide against his like you have all the time in the world. And maybe you do; what reason is there to not savor the culmination of months of wanting? All those hours online dreaming of just having one taste of you and Nanami’s suddenly been given the whole banquet.

But he doesn’t want to confuse appreciation with hesitation.

Nanami pushes up to sit at his full height on his knees, bracing his hands on your thighs to pull you closer. His tongue finds yours when you gasp and the feeling sets him alight. Your hands on his face press tighter, sliding back to grip his hair as he fusses with the buttons of your vest.

When you bite down on his bottom lip, Nanami pulls back with a groan.

“Bedroom,” he manages. “I’m not fucking you for the first time on a couch.”

You’re more than amenable to the idea, jumping to your feet and tugging him by the hand towards your room. Pieces of both of your costumes leave a trail to your bed. All of Nanami’s higher functioning goes into deciding whether or not to ask you to keep the ears on.

Later. Next time. When he’s had a chance to get a plug with–

“Off,” you demand, pawing at his pants.

No more thinking, apparently. Not when you’re completely bare and dragging your palms down his chest. His eyes threaten to roll back as you pinch his nipples. Your hands on his hips are more than enough motivation to get his belt undone, shoving away his pants and boxer briefs.

Then you’re finally on him, skin to skin and so clearly turned on when he grinds against you. The feeling alone is almost enough to end this before it starts.

He pushes you gently until you fall onto the bed with a soft huff. What gets him the most is the smile on your face; it’s far from lustful, more like giddy and adoring. The image of you spread out below him with a grin sears into his brain.

Nanami has never wanted to keep something more.

The realization is startling and far too complex than he’s capable of thinking about right now. There’s far more important things to consider–like the way you arch your back when he presses his tongue against where you need him most.

He could spend the rest of his life taking you apart with his mouth. You gasp and twist as he finds new ways to pull the sweetest of sounds out of your throat.

“Kento, please. Just get on with it and stop teasing me,” you groan, your voice turning whiny when he slows the pace of his ministrations.

Your desperation is cute and he’d drag this out more if it wasn’t for the aching throb of his dick. He gives you a slight reprieve in the form of a bite on the inside of your thigh.

“Condoms, lube?” He gestures vaguely with the hand not hold your hips down.

You point at the nightstand. “Top drawer. We can throw out the condoms later if we get tested togeth–shit don’t stop.”

Nanami took the opportunity to work you with his fingers while he reached over to rifle through your drawer. Not that he wanted to interrupt you talking about going bare, but the little sob you give is worth it. He sits up between your thighs with some of his composure back.

“I’ve never gone without one,” he says conversationally, as if he isn’t warming up lube on his fingers. “I think feeling you raw might just actually break me.”

You flinch when the tip of his finger touches your entrance. “I h-haven’t either, but you–” Whatever thought you meant to finish is cut off by the slide of his finger into you.

He’s well aware of his own size, previous partners having gawked when they got him undressed. This needs to be as enjoyable for you as it’s going to be for him. Talking seems to distract you, so Nanami lets his free hand toy with your nipples as his mouth runs.

“Me?” He chuckles quietly. “Is it just me you want to feel inside of you like that?”

You quickly nod, but he’s not fully paying attention to your reactions.

“Is it just me you want to fill you up?” Another finger joins the first and he curls them up to watch you shudder. “It’ll be messy, cum leaking out of you and staining your pretty sheets. We wouldn’t want that, hmm?”

Confusion clouds your face before it’s replaced with bliss as he finds what he was looking for.

“Would you rather me clean you up with my mouth?” he continues, finding his own voice turning ragged at your little whimpers. “You already taste so good, it’d hardly be an inconvenience.”

“Please, Kento,” you moan, twisting when he adds a third finger and starts to bully that spot inside you.

Nanami tugs harshly at your nipple just to keep himself from losing it. “Or maybe you’d rather have me plug you up? Keep me in you while you go about your day. Have no one be the wiser to the fact you’re still so full.”

You’re spasming around his fingers, obviously close to finishing just from them and his words. Nanami leans down to trace your bottom lip with his tongue as your mouth hangs open.

“I think I’d prefer to leave you messy,” he murmurs against the skin of your cheek. “Let you feel me between your thighs all day–sticky and dirty just for me.”

It’s what you need to finally break, stuttering out his name and clawing at his shoulders. Seeing you cum on a screen is no comparison to seeing it in person. You’re radiant, glowing with the sweat clinging to your skin and your pretty eyes squeezed shut.

Nanami drags your release out as long as he can, whispering calming nonsense into your ear. He’s not even aware of what he’s saying, only that you’re still clenching down on his fingers.

He pulls away from you despite your whining protests to fumble with the condom and lube. If he doesn’t get inside you right this second, he’s going to cum untouched like a virgin.

That embarrassing scene is avoided by carefully pushing into the tight, hot depth of you. Nanami doesn’t bother to hold back to choked groan that forces itself out of his throat. He’s too concerned with not immediately finishing because you feel incredible.

“Shh, sweetheart, nearly halfway there,” he soothes you when your face pinches at the stretch.

You slide your fingers into his hair and tug aggressively. “Halfway? Fuck, ’s too big, Kento.”

“You’re doing so good for me, angel.” He grunts as the praise makes you clench down even tighter. “Just relax for me. That’s it, just like that. So fucking good.”

Nanami can’t shut himself up, despite the fact he’s never been much of a talker–in or out of bed. But he’s always known how much you like to hear him. You’ve turned needy just from hearing him talk about his day. It’s a weakness he’s more than willing to exploit with you.

“Oh fuck,” he groans when his hips meet the back of your thighs. “See? Perfect fit.”

He takes a second to get himself under control and to allow you to adjust. Gentle kisses to your cheeks, forehead, lips, and even the tip of your nose bring that smile back out for him. It’s hazier than it was before, but no less beautiful.

“I’m okay. You can move.” You wrap your legs around his waist to further emphasize the point.

Namani’s slow to start, pulling away just a fraction before rolling back into you. It’s more for his benefit than yours, as adding movement to the equation pushes him further out of his mind. He keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck where he can kiss your pulse point. You only tolerate the slow grinding pace for so long before you’re jerking your hips to meet his.

“Damn it, fuck me properly already,” you demand, digging your heels into his back.

He could laugh at your impatience if it wasn’t for your teeth biting his shoulder harshly. The pain intensifies the already overwhelming fire in his veins. Nanami leaves his place at your neck to tightly grip your thighs. You’re a mess under him–sweaty and panting and about two seconds from rolling you both over to have your way with him.

“As you wish,” says Nanami with a grin just shy of feral. He lets his words roll over you, watching your eyes widen with a touch of hesitation.

Then he’s pulling out until just the tip of his cock is left inside you, before slamming back in to the hilt. Your reaction is immediate and loud, versions of his name spilling from your lips as you arch your back. He keeps the force of his thrusts harsh even as he speeds up his pace. He’s not going to last like this, but he’s damn sure you’re going to break before he does.

The bed creaks its protestations, the headboard meeting the wall in sharp, staccato bangs.

You’re louder, as is Nanami for once in his life. Choked gasps and obscene moans echo around the room. He knows he’s still talking, praising how good you’re doing and how incredible you feel. What he’s actually saying is lost on him and probably you too, considering you cry out when he shifts your position.

“Just like that, please!” you sob, digging your nails into his upper arm and chest.

With one of your thighs pinned flat to the bed and the other hiked up on his shoulder, Nanami has a perfect view of how well you take him. Tears well up in your eyes before slipping down your cheeks. He drags his gaze away from where you’re clamping down on him so he can lick one of the salty trails from your face.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” he groans. “Just hold on a bit more for me. You’re doing so good.”

You wrench the hand on your hip up to your neck so he can press down on either side of your throat. Gripping his wrist, you tilt your head back as your eyes flutter shut. “H–harder.”

He’s not sure whether you want him to fuck you harder or choke you harder so he does both. It works regardless since he’s rewarded with you keening and tightening up around his cock.

He pulls your hand out of its death grip on his shoulder and slides your fingers into his mouth, dragging his tongue along them and sucking harshly. They make an audible sound when they pop out of his lips. “Touch yourself.”

It’s not like he has any free hands at the moment.

You cry out before you start twitching beneath him. “Gonna cum–baby, oh god, please let me cum. I’m so close.”

Nanami’s eyes try to roll back, but he needs to watch you fall apart on his cock. He pushes himself to move faster, harder, despite the exhaustion creeping into his muscles.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he gasps out when he feels your tight walls begin to spasm.

He relaxes his hold on your neck, letting the blood rush back to your neck and it’s all you need to shatter. You tense up your body so harshly that he’s worried you’ll hurt yourself, but then you’re sobbing out his name and clawing at the sheets.

Your voice combined with the way you clamp down on him sends Nanami over the edge after you. The world goes back for a minute as his release threatens to overwhelm him. His teeth find purchase in the meat of your calf on his shoulder as his hips lock up and he feels himself flood the condom.

Biting down does nothing to stifle the groans ripping out of his chest. If anything, it makes it so much more intense–you tighten around his still spilling cock, fucking yourself on it as you outright scream.

The drop is sudden, from excruciating bliss to overstimulation in seconds. Nanami hisses while you continue to pulse around him. He’s lost the ability to breathe, but he stays inside you as you work yourself through another orgasm.

“Holy shit,” you pant out, finally coming back to earth.

It catches him off-guard, making him laugh even as the movement causes him to wince. You’re smiling at him again and giggling at his outburst, pulling him down to lay on you. The weight of his bulky frame, not to mention the strain your muscles are probably going through, doesn’t seem to deter you from tugging until his head is on your chest.

Your heartbeat is rapid under his ear, but your laughter sounds even better up close. Nanami calms, pressing lazy kisses to your sweat-glazed skin. In a moment, both of you will have to get up and clean yourselves off. The condom is still on him and he hasn’t even pulled out yet. Your sheets are probably ruined for good.

But this is probably the happiest bit of peace he’s ever found. Your fingers card through his hair with the ease of someone who’s done it a million times. He basks under the attention as his pulse returns to something close to normal.

“So we’re doing this?” you ask into the comfortable silence.

Nanami sits up enough to look at your expression. There’s a serene acceptance there beneath the hazy, post-orgasm bliss. He takes strength from that, from you.

Something to come home to. Someone to make a home with. His life is all monsters and violence, but your softness entices him in a way nothing else ever has.

“Yes,” he says without looking away from you. He leans in for a gentle, chaste kiss. “If you can deal with my job and my attitude and general unpleasantness–”

You laugh against his lips. “Oh no, how will I ever survive?”

Nanami hums in mock contemplation. “I think I can make it worth your while.”

“Kento!” Your feigned shock is made more hilarious by the fact he still has yet to pull out.

The kiss turns hungry and all banter is set aside for now.

Later, after a shower that ends in more sex and the sheets are changed, Nanami holds you close to his chest and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Are you going to go back to camming?” he asks, certain you’re still awake given the fact you’re tracing patterns on the bare skin of his chest.

You shrug. “Dunno. The money was good and I liked the attention, but my new job is going to take up a bunch of time. Plus, I’d much rather be giving you a show.” The flirty tease is punctuated with a wink.

For all your bravado, Nanami can feel you tense up against him. His reaction matters here. What he has to say will impact you, possibly devastatingly. To relax you a bit, he smoothes one hand up and down your back.

“I’m not really bothered one way or the other, angel,” he assures you. As expected, you sink against him at his words. “If you want to stream, I’ll support you. If you don’t want to, I’m fine with that as well. Bit hypocritical to ask you to quit when it’s literally how we met, hmm?”

You nod before nuzzling into him. “Could still give you a show,” you say around a yawn. “Half price, just for you.”

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last updated: september, 2023

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f [fluff]

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◟tw [trigger warning] ◞

▸▸▸multi character◂◂◂

▹ 2020 Aviana Fluffvember ; f. COLLAB

▹breaking down (kags, tsukki) ; f. a.

▹how they comfort you (tsukki + kuroo + kenma + daichi + akaashi) ; f. a.

▹how they kiss You (oikawa + akaashi + bokuto + iwa +  kuroo + kenma) (hc) ; f. s.

▹as love songs and their trope ; f.

▹pretty setters and their toxic Traits (akaashi + oikawa + atsumu + kenma + semi) ; a. tw.

▹how they know they’re still in love with you (akaashi + iwa + oikawa + atsumu) ; a.

▹how they know they’re still in love with you p2 (kageyama + suna + kuroo + bokuto) ; a.

▹captains as holiday clichés (bokuto + kuroo + daichi + oikawa + terushima) ; f.

▹when they’re jealous (osamu + suna + sakusa) ; f.

▹ things they do when they’re in love ( sakusa + suna + atsumu + tendou) ; f.

▸▸▸karasuno◂◂◂

▹▸hinata◃◂

▹more than friends ; f.

▹▸tsukishima◃◂

▹when someone flirts with his s/o (hc) ; f.

▹what it’s like being his roommate (hc) ; f.

▹▸yamaguchi◃◂

▹i’m tired ; f. a. tw.

▹▸sugawara◃◂

▹comfort (hc) ; f. a.

▸▸▸aoba josai◂◂◂

▹▸oikawa◃◂

▹ ours (song fic) ; f. a.

▸▸▸nekoma◂◂◂

▹▸kuroo◃◂

▹ 6:42AM ; f.

▸▸▸fukurodani◂◂◂

▹▸akaashi◃◂

▹ 青いバラ (Blue Rose) ; a. f.

▹ Your Text (Coffee Shop AU) ; f.

▹ 2:30PM ; f.

As you wish (.list) (Royal AU) [on hold] ⋈

summary: you were simply a princess engaged to a man you have never met. little did you know, the prince was by far more charming than you had expected him to be.

▸▸▸inarizaki ◂◂◂

▹▸suna◃◂

friends with benefits two-parter [mentions of drinking and sexual interaction]:

▹ p.1 — 10:31PM ; f. s.

▹ p.2 — 12:17AM ; f. s.

▹ 7:27AM ; f.

▹▸atsumu◃◂

▹ lovely night ; f. a

▸▸▸other teams ◂◂◂

▹▸sakusa◃◂

▹ 11:17PM ; f.

[writingfics-passingtime]

Loki Tickle Fluff Masterpost

ONE-SHOTS

Hide and Seek - A poorly-timed conversation leads to you desperately seeking the best place to escape from Loki's mischievous threats.

Innocent - Something of Loki's has gone missing and he's determined to get you to talk. The only problem? You're innocent.

Trapped - Your teammates are desperately trying to figure out how to free you from the rubble, but Loki just found out something new about you and he's not in a rush to be rescued.

Funnier Than That - You don't laugh, pretty much ever, and you certainly won't now that you know Loki wants you to.

Midgardian Weaknesses - A sparring match gone awry reminds Loki that some Midgardians have a particular weakness.

Safe House - The last thing you needed, after a blown mission and a long fight-filled day, was to be stuck in a safe house with Loki and only one bed.

Sweet Tooth - Baking sweet things for your teammates always calmed your mind after a tough mission, but Loki doesn't have a sweet tooth.

Call Your Bluff - A high-stakes poker game leaves Loki somewhat on the back foot, and he simply will not let that stand.

Road Rage - The worst place to be grouchy with your teammates, you found, was on a car ride stuck between two Asgardian brothers.

Pressure Points - After arriving home from a mission with your muscles tensed and locked, a certain Asgardian finds a way to help you with your pain.

Playing the Part - A nearly-blown cover forces you to get a little closer than usual to Loki, stirring up some feelings you didn’t know you had.

Under the Weather - A broken vial, an unknown substance, a very ill Agent and a guilt-stricken demigod makes for an interesting quarantine.

Sparks - Loki had spent a lot of time getting to know you. Then, after entering into a new relationship, he starts to feel as if you’re slipping away.

Fearless - Loki’s new in town and adjusting to life on Midgard. One thing he’s not used to? Those around him having the gall to throw taunts his way.

Ghost Stories - With Halloween just around the corner, you’ve declared yourself unafraid of ghosts. Loki is convinced he can change your mind.

Speed Racer - You’re good at making quick getaways but now you have an Asgardian demigod hot on your tail, ready to exploit his newfound knowledge.

One and the Same - Trapped in an interrogation room with a tall dark-haired man who’s supposedly a variant of you, the two of you try to determine whether or not you’re really one and the same.

Family Feud - After a late-night fight with your father over the phone, Loki helps ease the tension.

Understanding - After your defection to the Avengers, Loki is having an uncharacteristically difficult time figuring you out.

Downpour - You and Loki help each other through your fears in the wake of a near-death experience

Trust - Marred from past bad tickling experiences, Loki is a patient and safe place to land.

Instinct - Loki notices how you behave when stressed or under pressure, and also notices the peculiar method by which it can be alleviated.

Time Will Tell - After several years in a relationship with Loki, you suddenly realise you’re ageing but he’s not.

You Snooze, You Lose - After screwing up your sleep schedule the last time you’d returned from an all-nighter mission, you made Loki promise to help you stay awake until bedtime.

A Reason to Celebrate - [Collab with @just-another-blog-of-fluff] You and Loki find your own ways to celebrate the Christmas season.

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MULTI-PART

Sleepyhead - Three times you fell asleep on Loki, the third time being the charm - Part One - Part Two

Worth It - Picking a tickle fight with the God of Mischief... is it really worth it? - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Mischief Meets His Match - Your first trip to Asgard brings you face-to-face with an unlikely friend, teacher and equal; Prince Loki, the God of Mischief. Part One - Part Two - Part Three In Progress

Fighting Fair - Loki teaches a lesson on how to read an enemy during a fight. His golden rule? Anything that incapacitates your opponent is fair - Part One - Part Two