Why Do I Feel This?

Would love to hear about shigaraki liking shy girls👀 because he’s 100% terrible at it. He tries to be smooth, or what he thinks is smooth, but more often than not it comes out harsh or awkward and makes them even more nervous and withdrawn. Which leads to him getting frustrated and then being too blunt and the girls are just like “...okay”

asdgkh;asdl ok ok YES and i'll preface this by saying that everyone who reads this should go check out @/ringpop-poppy who started this conversation and is a fantastic writer i just got very very excited MINORS DNI

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Shigaraki orders pizza to the league headquarters, and there you are, unable to make eye contact, which suits him just fine, being a wanted criminal.

"H-here," You hand him the pizza and turn away, ready to take off towards your shitty car, parked illegally.

"I didn't pay." He says, realizing a second too late how fucking stupid that is, how fucking stupid he is, for drawing more attention to himself, for turning down a free pizza.

"Oh!" You turn on your heels, snow falling on your ugly nubby polo, "Oh my god, thank you so m-much," You turn, looking at him, so genuinely grateful it warms an ember so deep within himself he thought it had cooled permanently a long time ago. He digs for his wallet, and hands you the cash. You don't drop your smile, bowing your head to him.

"Thanks um, again, sir." He just nods, cock twitching in his pants at the nickname. He swears he doesn't mean to, just going for a walk, but he finds himself walking with his hood up, to the pizza place you work at, hangs around when you're around, not quite coming in, not quite leaving. Tells himself he' isn't following you home, just still walking, it just happens to be where you're walking.

At least, that's what he tells himself the first time, and the second time, but by the third time, he's owning it. Doesn't care. He's suffered, isn't he entitled to this, to watching your cute little hands shake in the cold as you fumble with the key to your apartment building's front door? To watch you rip off your ugly work shirt in your shitty little apartment, to see your plain bra, your panties that never match it, what crappy tv show you turn on low volume so that it doesn't feel like you're eating alone? He doesn't know for sure that's what you're doing but, thats what he does.

Dabi starts teasing him, and he hates it, he's filled with a new angry frustration, and fucking his fist to the thought of you doesn't help. He orders more pizza and get's inhumanely angry when you're not the one who delivers it.

"Where's the girl," He breathes, voice soft and light, beliying his appearance. The guy shrugs.

"She called in sick." He waits expectantly, but Shigaraki doesn't tip him, barely waiting until he's pulled away to start off to walk to your apartment, unsure why, mind full of you, alone, feverish, you stupid fucking thing, you definitely didn't have health insurance, definitely didn't have medicine.

He yanks the flimsy door to your shitty building open, and stalks up the stairs, unsure of what he'll do when he gets to the door, he can't, he can't knock. Can he? Turns out he doesnt have to make a choice.

You open the door, conspicuously bundled, only your eyes visible, but it's enough face for him to realize you definitely recognize him, a nervous squeak coming from under your scarf.

"Where are you going?" He asks, unbidden, aware of how strange the question is, he can see the flush on your face, the faraway look in your eyes.

"T-to the drugstore." You mumble.

"No." He says, and you cock your head at him, not arguing, what a sweet fucking thing, no, you need him, or someone's going to take advantage of your gentle demeanor, he can't believe he's found someone whose actually pure, actually kind, actually good, in this absolutely fucked world. "I'll take you." You sniff, and then look at him with soft trust.

"A-alright."

Alucard from Hellsing and Alucard/Adrian from Castlevania are great yanderes for Darlings with pets, just because they can go into dog mode and bond with their Darling's pup. Like I feel like in Hellsing-card's case he always has this aura that puts animals on edge a bit, but being in a recognizable form like a dog just makes Darling's pup feel more comfortable around him.

I'm also imagining these intimidating wolf-vampires getting told off and blown the fuck out by Darling's little tiny pup with no fucks given. Oh, you're a centuries old vampire/dhampir? Well this is MY human and they were MY human first so fuck you I'm the leader >:( Maybe I'll look the other way if you pet my head.

Imagine Alucard (Hellsing or Castlevania) in wolf mode with THIS fucking thing all up in their grill

Includes| izuku midoriya x fem! Reader

Warnings| fem! pronouns, everyone’s bisexual [they’re fucking each other], reader dislikes men [in general], implied age gap, noncon filming, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

Notes| repost from my old blog. this is my favourite characterization of deku that i have written.

“Keep it professional, nerd,” Katsuki— the hypocrite who has, in fact, fucked several of his employees— says.

Izuku ignores him. Not because of the hypocrisy, but because he knows better than to jeopardize your already strenuous relationship. He doesn’t need a warning from the Zeus of the pro hero community to keep it professional with you. Unlike the vast majority of his employees who happen to be fans at minimum, you despise him. Not him specifically but he likes to tell himself it’s only him, it makes him feel special. You almost remind him of a young, decidedly stupider, Kacchan.

He glances at his friend out of the corner of his eye, finding his eyes glued to you. Izuku can’t help but laugh. “Stay away from my sidekicks. Especially that one,” he says. “She’s not like the others and I don’t mean that in a good way. I mean it as a threat.”

Katsuki bristles. “Found yourself a me then?”

Izuku sips carefully from his glass. “She’s better than you, her attitude isn’t as bad and she’s nowhere near as self-righteous or confident as you were at her age. What I mean is she doesn’t particularly like men.”

Katsuki’s head swivels toward him. At Izuku’s narrowed eyes and clenched jaw Katsuki begins to cackle. “Oh my God,” he wheezes.

Izuku takes another sip, tongue snaking out to dampen his lips. Shouto steps up beside Katsuki, glances between them both and then turns in your direction.

“Ah, I see. The new intern?”

Katsuki nods jerkily as he recovers from his laughing fit. “Deku finds someone attractive for the first time in fuck knows how long and they don’t even like men.”

Shouto gives Izuku a pitying smile, and Izuku glares at him. “She’s attracted to men,” he clarifies, icily. “She just- she’s not happy about it.”

“I think if I had to wake everyday and be attracted to men…” Shouto trails off dramatically. “I wouldn’t be happy about it either.”

Katsuki and Izuku turn to him simultaneously. Izuku with a raised brow and Katsuki with a knowing smirk. Shouto blinks innocently back at them. Izuku’s eyes trail the length of Shouto. Dragging over the immaculately styled dual strands of his hair, twinkling eyes, soft lips dented by teeth so white Izuku has to remind himself that Shouto’s actually been in toothpaste commercials.

He cocks his head, a smile splitting his features at his friends attire. A cream colored button up with the top buttons undone to expose the single gold strand of a chain that loops around his neck, a circular pendant— with his mother’s name scrawled across the diameter— is nestled against his exposed chest. He wears it under matching navy trousers and blazer. On one hand he wears a thick gold ring on his middle finger and another smaller one on his index, on the other a thick gold bracelet clinks against an expensive looking watch.

He looks everything like the spoilt son of a billionaire. He even looks a little like the playboy the press imagines him to be. Shouto wears his industrial bar across the top of his ear but has neglected to wear anything in the other piercings on his face. If Izuku didn’t know him as well as he did he might have bought whatever Shouto had been forced to sell tonight.

“They’re trying to make me an eligible bachelor,” Shouto scowls. Katsuki chokes on his drink.

“What?”

“No fucking way.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “I imagine they think declaring me a bachelor will end our arrangement.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Do you want to end our arrangement?”

Shouto gives him an incredulous look. “Don’t be stupid Bakugo.”

“Yeah, Kacchan don’t be stupid,” your voice has all three of them bristling.

“The fuck are you calling Kacchan?” Katsuki whirls on you. From a distance you looked beautiful but up close Izuku has to remind himself to breathe. He almost has to manually force the air through his lungs and into his heart.

Dressed in his agency’s colours you look regal, he wonders how many supposed gentlemen have tried to compliment you tonight only to be ignored. Or worse, openly glared at. He’d never met a more prickly person in his life, he couldn’t compare you to a wild animal either because other than your dislike for men you were an actual angel. He’d seen you with kids while on patrol and the elderly and even with hurt men and women. Your presence was like a balm to them. And yet you could pull apart a man’s pride without uttering a single word.

It was a little unnerving.

Izuku watches with rising amusement as your eyes widen. Evidently you hadn’t realized they’d overheard you. You attempt to scramble backward but Shouto is quick to stop you. One hand snapping out before you’re out of reach and drawing you into their semi circle.

“What did you hear?” he asks. His tone takes on that of his hero persona and for a second Izuku thinks you may begin to cry. To his surprise however you manage to compose yourself. Your eyes fall briefly to where Shouto’s grip still remains on your arm and then back to his face.

“Something about an arrangement,” you try to sound casual but your voice cracks at the end and Katsuki grins wolfishly. For all your bravado against Izuku, the number two and three heroes could instill an embarrassing amount of fear in you. For some reason you were more terrified of Shouto— arguably one of the nicest, though a little absentminded, men to ever exist— than Katsuki— the walking bomb.

“Something about an arrangement?” Shouto repeats doubtfully. “Is that all?”

You gulp, clearly you no longer trust your voice because you elect to give a jerky nod in answer.

“Now, now,” Katsuki croons and it’s at this exact moment that Izuku catches on to what the other two are about to do. “Use your voice, sweetheart.”

You go absolutely rigid in Shouto’s arms. Izuku feels like he watches your fear evaporate, making room for what he now recognizes is the precursor to a tongue lashing. He can’t identify the emotion but he can tell by the way your lips press into a form line and your hands curl into a fist. “Excuse me? That is inappropriate.” You try to pull your arm out of Shouto’s hold. “Seriously? I said I heard something about an arrangement. That’s it, no need to keep me around any longer. Let go of me.”

Izuku purses his lips in annoyance. “Is it inappropriate? Or are you just quick to assume everyone is flirting with you? He calls everyone sweetheart. It’s a little egotistical of you to think every man who talks to you is trying to flirt isn’t it?”

The words are out before he can stop himself, Shouto looks uncharacteristically satisfied by your embarrassment.

“Let’s not forget you were eavesdropping on what should have been a conversation among friends,” Shouto adds. He releases your arm, straightening to his full height. “I don’t believe that’s all you heard but I have no way of proving otherwise. Just know that if anything we’ve discussed before this moment ends up in the media you’ll be the first on my list of suspects, sweetheart.”

Izuku knows all of your tells. It’s part of his job as your boss to point out your weaknesses, and as he watches you clasp your hands tightly to hide their shaking he smiles.

“It’s fine Shouto,” he sighs. “I’ll handle this.”

He takes a step toward you, his smile growing when you take a deep breath. Your lids flutter and you take the hand he’s offered you gingerly. The tension in your body as Izuku guides you through the crowd of pros and celebrities makes him chuckle.

“Relax,” he whispers to you. “I’m only finding us somewhere quiet to talk.”

That makes it worse. “How do I know you’re not going to murder me to keep me quiet?”

Izuku laughs. “If you think you’ve heard anything worth being killed for then I’ll let you go right now.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as he steps into an empty room near the entrance. Discarded tables and chairs litter the space. You don’t let go of his arm as he leads you to a table with chairs surrounding it.

Even in private Izuku’s manners come naturally, he pulls your chair out and helps you into it before taking his own.

“So, what did you really hear?” he asks, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of the material.

Izuku Midoriya is the reason you dislike men. Not him exactly, but everything he represents with his deliciously messy curls and freckles, and those vibrant green eyes. He’s what you imagine the perfect man should not only look like but act like.

And while it should pain you to admit that any man is perfect, it doesn’t bother you as much as it should to admit that Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya is. And therein lies the issue of why he must still be disliked. For all his perfection you doubt he’s any different from every other man on the planet behind closed doors. So yes, he is the reason you dislike men because everything that glitters is definitely not gold.

You mean that with only a small portion of your brain though because the majority of it has zeroed in on the bunching of his shoulders under his dress shirt as he removes his jacket and thus disagrees. And your heart and pussy disagree immensely with that small portion of your brain because why on Earth would such a beautiful man be created if not to be gold? Your heart sinks as he begins to fidget with his cuffs.

Your pussy gives a helpless spasm as he begins to carefully fold the sleeve up, uncovering his forearms for your eyes. You gulp.

“Are you going to tell me? Or…” he doesn’t look at you as he does the same to the other arm. You try to focus on what you should be answering but the sudden exposure of the tanned flesh of his arms, chorded with muscles and littered with scars and veins has you distracted.

He clears his throat. Both hands settle on the table in front of him, the fingers of one hand begin to drum the surface of the table while the other lays palm up and relaxed.

For a moment you allow yourself to venture into dark waters. The kind that would drown you in the sensation of his fingers dragging along every exposed inch of your skin. Maybe dipping into the plunging neckline of your dress, or trailing along the exposed flesh of your thigh. Maybe he’ll be the one to find out that you couldn’t wear underwear with this dress. Those thick fingers brushing unknowingly close to your dampened pussy. And then maybe, maybe they’d climb higher, the bruised knuckles of his hands teasing at the plump lip of your cunt.

Izuku snaps his fingers, and you jump, slamming a hand against your pounding heart. He mistakes your reaction for fear and you watch as he makes an effort to visibly relax each of his muscles. Your pussy clamps down on nothing when his fingers flex, he reclines in his seat, drawing his hands to the edge of the table. He props one elbow on the chair arm and the other on the table.

“The faster you tell me what you heard the faster you can get out of here,” he tries again.

“I- I don’t know what I heard,” you admit. Their conversation about arrangements and Shouto’s apparent status as a bachelor didn’t make sense to you. Whatever their arrangement was it remained a secret that only they knew. “I heard about the bachelor thing and the arrangement…but it was out of context. I have no idea what you were talking about.”

You almost pat yourself on the back for getting that out with minimum mumbling. He blinks.

“I guess that’s right but you really can’t put two and two together?” he asks skeptically.

You’re not sure if you should feel insulted or complimented by the fact that he expects you to. There’s really no substance to what you heard and you weren’t eavesdropping on purpose, you were trying to get to the bathroom at the other end of the room. It was merely a coincidence that you passed that close to them.

You turn over the conversation in your head. Why would making Shouto a bachelor convince him to end an arrangement with the number one and two heroes? Furthermore, what kind of arrangement did they have that could be affected by Shouto’s status as a bachelor? You stare at Izuku, he stares back.

He runs a hand through his hair and immediately the curls return to their previous positions. You continue to stare until he lifts a quizzical brow at you. And then as though a puzzle has been revealed to you all the missing pieces begin to fill in. Your face heats, your mouth falling open before you can stop yourself.

“I see you’ve made four?”

“Oh—”

A sudden image of Izuku Midoriya kissing Shouto Todoroki flits through your head and your body erupts in a wave of heat. You stand quickly, fear that you’ll leave a damp spot on the dress driving you. You brace your hands on the table. Another image of a hot tempered blonde kissing Izuku has your breath leaving you in a near whimper.

Why would the Universe ever make it so that those three could fuck each other? Belatedly you wonder if there is a law prohibiting something that delicious, that beautiful— another image of a very naked Katsuki on his knees with Shouto’s cock in his mouth has you swaying—from existing.

A buzzing fills the air and you glance down to find black whip wrapped securely around your waist. Izuku still sits, reclined in the chair but his eyes have darkened. The bright emerald melting to a green that reminds you of rainforests.

“You can’t leave until we discuss what you plan to do with whatever it is you think you know,” he says calmly. Black whip tightens around you in warning before snapping back into Izuku. You realize with a jolt that you’re shaking.

“You- you have- you’re in a relationship?” The question is almost a screech.

“We’re not,” he shakes his head. “Sit down. Please.”

You drop like lead into the chair, your dampened pussy not forgotten but if you’d really just learned that the top three heroes fucked each other, a wet pussy was the least of your problems.

“I’m not answering any of your questions about what we have until you tell me how I can stop you from telling anyone else.”

You laugh, admittedly it’s a bit hysterical but he couldn’t be serious. “Who the fuck is going to believe me?”

Izuku begins to drum with his fingers again. “You’re one of my sidekicks, they’d believe you well enough.”

You blink at him, stupefied. “No offense, Deku, but it would be your word against mine. That is, the word of a sidekick, who everyone would assume is just an obsessed fan, versus the word of award winning Pro Heroes.”

Izuku smiles at you. You’re stunned by the fact that it’s genuine. “Everyone who knows you, knows you’re not a fan. In fact, it’s pretty common knowledge around the agency that you don’t particularly like men.” He shrugs. “The story we could spin is that you’re trying to take down three of the most powerful men in Japan because of your personal vendetta against our species.”

Your heart thuds loudly. He’s right. “I- it’s- I would never do something like that,” your voice drops to a whisper. “You have no reason to believe me but- but I respect you. I respect all of you, I know it must have taken a lot of work to get where you are and I respect that.”

Your eyes fall to the mass of scars on his hands from several breaks during his teenage years. You pause, considering his words. “Why would- why would it be spun like that? I mean, so what if you’re gay?”

“We’re bisexual,” he corrects. “And the masses wouldn’t care and I don’t either, in fact none of us care. It’s the fact that it’s not just two of us…or three for that matter.” You blanch, how many other pros were fucking each other? But it shouldn’t be that surprising, it was hard finding someone who could remain discreet about sleeping with a pro. “What we want is to let the public know on our own terms, when we’re ready. Though Shouto really, really doesn’t care.”

He sits up, propping both elbows on the table. “It wouldn’t destroy our image,” he admits. “But of course that depends on who’s telling the story.”

It makes sense. If this information got out and into the wrong hands it could be spun several ways. “You don’t have to buy my silence,” you say.

Izuku’s smile widens. “I never really planned to. I can have an NDA drawn up in fifteen minutes and you’d sign it like a good girl whether or not we had this conversation.”

Your mind grinds to a sudden halt, your cerebrum stepping harshly on the brakes at the ‘good girl’ casually thrown into the sentence. You have to give it a moment to restart before you can respond. “So- so why- I don-”

“I wanted a reason to talk to you outside of work.”

Rage simmers only for a second before you remember the situation you’re in.

“You’re welcome to be angry,” he nods. “Were you enjoying yourself?”

The sudden shift in conversation is not helping your already stumbling brain. “Uh- yes?”

He chuckles, “Is that a question?”

“It’s not,” you clear your throat, eyes falling to the table. “I was enjoying myself.”

“I’m sorry if we spoiled it for you,” the sincerity of his words catches you off guard.

“It’s fine,” you shrug. “The night’s not over yet.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he cocks his head as he regards you. “Why do you hate men so much?”

“I don’t hate men,” you reply automatically. “I think men have their purpose.”

Izuku’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “And what is our purpose?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” you shrug. You're not sure why you’re making an effort not to insult him.

“Okay…let’s try this again,” he chuckles. “Why are you single?”

“Because I have no reason to be in a relationship.” You smile tightly. “Deku? Does this conversation fall into the inappropriate category?”

Izuku’s chuckle turns into a full laugh. “I think we may have crossed inappropriate a few sentences back.”

You stare at him, he stares back.

“Well?” he prompts.

“What would I do with a boyfriend?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with a boyfriend,” you cross one leg above the other, your slit widening just enough to expose the top of your thigh.

“If you’re trying to tell me you’ve never had a boyfriend I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not trying to tell you that,” you shrug.

“I think I should be more direct,” Izuku tugs on his tie and if he adds anything you don’t hear him because you’re focused on the way he pulls the silky material free from his collar, his finger hooked in the knot as he frees it from the shirt. He lays it on the table between you and works the top button at the base of his throat open, his fingers massage his Adam’s apple.

He says your name and your eyes snap up to his. Heat settles in your chest and face when you realize he’s caught you staring. “What I really want to know is if you’re sexually active…”

You blink rapidly. No, you must have misheard. Surely, he wouldn’t ask you something like- “Excuse me?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend, you don’t want a boyfriend, so what do you do to curb your sexual desires?”

“I have toys,” you reply. His lips twitch, eyes trailing along your body and lingering on your thigh. For a moment it doesn’t register that you’ve answered his question but then it does, and your simmering rage resurfaces with a vengeance. “Is that all Deku? I’d like to get back to the party before this crosses further into inappropriate territory?”

“So, you haven’t had a real cock inside of you in how long?”

Your mouth moves before you can stop yourself. “A long time.”

“Do you miss it?”

You become aware of how far across the table he’s leaned just as you become aware of the dampness between your thighs. You gulp, your rage fizzling out. You get the distinct feeling the number one hero is about to proposition you. So you answer honestly.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t hide his surprise at your honesty. “And if I was offering to help you with that how would you feel?”

“I’d accept.”

This time his mouth falls open. “You’re- you’re serious?”

“I think I’m already neck deep in shit and while I’m here I should enjoy it,” you swallow the nerves climbing your throat. He blinks once, twice, three times before he stands.

“C’mon,” he reaches for your hand. “I have room upstairs.” You stand carefully, conscious of the mess you’ve made of your thighs. He reaches into the pocket of his slacks and hands you a keycard. “I’ll get the spare from the front desk and meet you in fifteen minutes.”

He pulls you into his arms. “Try not to eavesdrop on any other heroes on your way up.”

And then he kisses you.

Pro Hero Deku is kissing you. And fuck can he kiss. It’s a slow, toe curling, tongue sucking, lip biting affair that has you clutching onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself up right. His arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you to his body, the hard muscles against your softness has you both groaning into the kiss.

Deku’s lips are soft and perfect and you can’t help the way you sink your teeth into his plush bottom lip. He pulls away slowly, and you feel rather than hear his chuckle when you lean all of your weight into him. Your eyes remain closed for long enough that he presses another far more chaste kiss to your lips.

When you open your eyes he’s staring at you intensely. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nod vigorously. “Yes.”

“When you get to the room take the dress off, leave everything else on,” he instructs.

You blink, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “There’s nothing under this dress.”

The arm around your waist tenses, he pulls back enough to reach the slit in your dress and the drag of the tips of his fingers along the outside of your thigh has you quivering. Your breaths come in uneven pants the higher they slip, his eyes fall to where his fingers begin to disappear under the material. You shudder when he reaches your hip and he spreads his big palm across it, the dress has lifted enough to expose you to the air in the room. He curses.

“Have you seriously been walking around like this all night?”

“Mhm,” you hum, because his fingers have stroked across your hip and back down to the inside of your thigh where he can feel the wetness that has collected there.

You’re not prepared for when he turns you around and hoists you onto the table. He drops to his knees almost reverently, bunching the material of your dress up enough to stick his head in between your thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he presses a kiss. To the sensitive flesh on the inside of your knee.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He runs his tongue slowly from your knee up to the inside of your thigh and then pauses at the place where it meets your hip. He laps after the dried slick and kisses from there across your mons and to the other thigh.

Gingerly he lifts one leg and releases your dress so it covers his head entirely and then he buries his face in your pussy, startling a squeak out of you. His tongue spreads your lips with a low squelch that has you scrambling to grab onto the table, it delves deeper, bumping into your clit and gliding over your hole. He hums, the vibration ricocheting off the already singing nerves in your clit.

“Right there,” you pant when he uses his grip on your leg to spread you wider and latches onto your clit roughly. He suckles until you’re trembling, your hands vibrating as they struggle to hold you up. His tongue dips tentatively into the right opening of your pussy and you yelp. Izuku freezes, pulling away from your skirt to reach for his disregarded tie.

“We’re still in public,” he chuckles, balling the tie up in one hand. The bottom half of his face glistens and heat rises to your cheeks as he licks his lips. “Open up.”

Your mouth falls open immediately and when he shoves the balled up tie in between your lips you almost gag.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Stay still and stay quiet. I wasn’t quite finished.”

He doesn’t wait for you to settle against the table before he’s slipping one deliciously long finger into you. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking as he adds two more fingers to your pussy, he gives an experimental twist and your body bows forward. The tie is the only thing stopping you from screaming as you cum. He fucks you through your orgasm, only slowing when you moan at the overstimulation.

He pulls away enough to stare down at your swollen pussy lips. “Beautiful,” he whispers to himself, and then he gives a soft kiss to your clit and each labia before sitting back on his calves and adjusting your dress.

He helps you stand, pulling the tie from your mouth, and chuckles at your wobbly knees and uneven breathing. “Will you make it to the room on your own?”

You nod weakly, the keycard still clutched in your hands as you step away from him. “I’ll survive but if you’re not there in fifteen minutes I’m leaving.”

“Fifteen minutes is perfect,” he smiles and for the first time tonight you notice a dimple in his left cheek. “You should head out first.”

With that you grab your purse and escape through the door you’d entered. You freeze when you step out the door and come face to face with Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki.

“Had a good time?” Shouto asks innocently.

“I bet she fucking did,” Katsuki’s laugh sends pleasant tingles along your spine. You begin to back away only to collide with the door behind you. They don’t advance on you. Katsuki remains with his gaze somewhere above your head, his hands tucked into the pocket of his slacks. Shouto on the other hand flashes you a knowing smirk, before stepping out of your way.

By the time you get to the room you’re shaking. The reality of what you’ve agreed to hasn’t quite sunk in yet. The room is gorgeous, not in the extravagant way you expected. The walls are cream and the furnishings are dark brown. There’s a massive bed in the middle with a small bedside table on the left and a door on the right. One wall boasts floor to ceiling glass windows with a breathtaking view of Tokyo at night. The other sports a giant rectangular mirror that reflects the bed. A mini fridge, wall mounted television and walk in closet complete the room.

Izuku doesn’t make you wait long, and when he opens the door arm laden with snacks your heart does a strange little somersault. It’s almost like she’s trying to tell you this is why she disagrees with that small portion of your brain.

He pauses to dump the snacks on the side table before sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes take over you, naked and propped against the pillows.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Is this the last time you’ll ask me this tonight?”

“Probably not,” he admits. “Consent is sexy. Very, very sexy. Especially for me.”

You consider him for a moment. “Kiss me.”

He moves so fast you don’t see him until he’s hovering above you. His discarded suit jacket is tossed somewhere in the room as he slots his mouth over yours and kisses you deeply.

It’s unhurried and gentle but as he eases the weight of his body onto yours, spreading your thighs and settling between them you become frantic. The material of his shirt brushes against your nipples with each breath you take, your clit bumps against the crotch of his pants, no doubt dampening the material.

Izuku kisses you like he has the rest of his life to fuck you and not just a handful of hours. Only after the thought crosses your mind do you realize how dangerous it is. His tongue laps circles around yours coaxing and teasing it into his own mouth so he can suck on it.

By the time he pulls away you’re dazed. You have to blink several times as he undresses before you can focus on him. He’s littered in freckles. You want to kiss every single one, and it’s not the first time you’ve thought about it. There are magazine spreads dedicated to this man’s body.

Broad shoulders taper off into what has to be abs hand carved by Michelangelo himself, a defined V frames a line of green curls leading to a glorious cock. Thick and long and dripping onto his thigh, you want to hate him for this. For being just as perfect as you expected, but then he wraps a scarred hand around the base and strokes the full length languidly, precum catches on his fingers and he uses his other hand to hold his cock steady as he rubs a teasing circle around the sensitive head.

He groans at his touch and your mind wipes clean of all disdain for Izuku Midoriya. He climbs onto the bed slowly, and to your dismay instead of settling himself between your waiting thighs he crawls around you, propping you up so he can slot himself behind you and cradle you between his thighs.

“This is about you,” it almost sounds like he’s chastising you. “If I get inside you right now this’ll be over too fast.”

You sigh as big hands rub up along your sides and cup your breasts. “I’m not complaining.”

His hands are magical. As though there isn’t enough about him that makes you want to truly despise him. He has the kind of touch that turns tension to liquid. Your muscles mold to his touch, softening until you’re completely relaxed against him. His hands dip lower then, tweaking at your hardened nipples before dragging along your sternum down to your pussy.

His fingers brush gentle, barely there circles against the sensitive nub. You can’t be sure but every single nerve in your body comes alive at the first brush. Your breaths come faster the more he touches, your hips bucking as you try forcing him to press harder. Instead he moves his hand away, waiting for your bucking to settle.

He reduces you to whining babbling mess all while he plays with your pussy and litters your neck and shoulders and jaw in kisses. At one point he dips two fingers into your hole and you scramble to grab onto his arm, your nails digging into the muscle. Only to have him pull out and continue his butterfly touches against your clit.

“What do you think about our arrangement?” he asks casually, as though he doesn’t have an arm banded around your waist and his fingers aren’t toying with your opening. “Hmm? Did you think about how we managed something like that?”

You nod jerkily, the images from earlier flooding your mind.

“Yeah?” he coos. “Did you think of me with Kacchan or Shou?”

You swallow around a mouthful of saliva when he runs his tongue from the side of your neck up to your ear. “Both,” you choke out. “I thought- I thought about you with both.”

“At the same time?” he chuckles against your ear and you can’t suppress the shudder that wracks your body. His fingers dip teasingly into your opening.

“No. One- one at a time.”

“Did you think about me fucking of them?” he prods. You shake your head, no longer trusting yourself to speak without betraying just how shaken he has you. “Do you know that I’ve thought about you? Like this?”

You tense and he tuts, the pressure on your clit increases suddenly and your body jolts, your orgasm crashing like an errant wave against shores. Someone is whimpering and it takes you far too long to realize that someone is you. Izuku withdraws from between your thighs, instead focusing on rubbing the plush tops of them as he continues.

“I’ve thought about you cumming on my tongue and fingers a lot,” he confesses. “Ever since you told Denki off to be honest. Wanted to press my mouth to every inch of your skin baby, to nibble and suck anywhere you’d let me.”

His words are almost reverent as his hands spread your thighs wider. “And-“ you can hear his throat working around the saliva as he gulps, “-and I’ve thought about you with us.”

There’s no question about who ‘us’ is referring to . Maybe if more of your brain were functioning you’d have the decency to be embarrassed, concerned even but at his words your pussy clenches.

Izuku maneuvers you both to face the long mirror on the wall. “I’ve thought about Shou fucking your little pussy while I watch,” he licks his lips, eyes trained on his fingers. They’ve spread your pussy now, exposing you to the room and Izuku’s greedy gaze. “And Shou would love every second of it. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

“Oh—” The image has you squirming against him.

He says it so casually that you can only blink at the words. “Or helping you sit on Katsuki’s face,” he groans, dipping his finger into you at the same time that he explains. “Katsuki has a magical tongue, it’s unfair the things he can do with that thing.”

“Yes,” you whine, your hips swiveling in your search for more friction.

Your body spasms around the intrusion. Izuku’s finger is coated in a translucent white layer as he begins to fuck you slowly with it. “Yes? Yes to which one?”

He adds a second finger slow enough that you watch as your cunt adjusts around the additional width. You’ve made a mess of the bedding under you. “Yes to- yes to all of- ah, please-” Izuku curls his fingers into you, sinking them into the spongy spot near your opening. His lips are parted, his brows furrowed in concentration as he uses his view through the mirror to finger you. Your conversation is momentarily forgotten as he rubs the calloused pads of his fingers into you until your grip on his arm tightens.

Your eyes widen as your orgasm builds, “Oh- I’m- I’m gonna make- make a mess,” you babble in warning. “Gonna make a me- oh!”

He pulls out as your pussy spits and gushes cum onto the mattress. He smiles at you through the reflection, before landing a harsh slap to your now sensitive pussy, you choke, barely able to form a coherent sentence anymore.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?” he mocks, another slap lands between your legs and you struggle to close them around his hand. Your body jerks, tears filling your eyes. “And what about me? Did you like having my fingers shoved inside you?”

You nod dumbly, your pussy clenching at the memory.

“Me too,” he sighs, landing another slap to the puffy irritated lips. “Loved it, loved how soft and wet you were. So perfect, can’t wait to feel you around my cock. To have your greedy pussy sucking me in.”

You keen, your lips parted on a silent scream as he suddenly pinches your clit, a small spurt of cum gushes from you and Izuku’s fingers immediately flatten against your pussy, rubbing your clit until your mini orgasm passes.

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s lifting you by the backs of your knees and positioning you over his cock.

“Look,” he urges when your eyes threaten to shut at the first press of his cock at your opening. “You’re so fucking tight,”’ he hisses. “Look how much you have to stretch, baby.”

Your eyes fall to your pussy and you gasp as he drops you onto his cock. Your pussy swallows the length of him mesmerizingly, your eyes are glued to the way your hole flexes around his cock. He uses his grip on you to bounce you on his cock, guiding the speed of your fucking until your head lolls back against his shoulder and you can no longer watch as your cum layers his cock, watch as his hips connect to yours by strands of your slick. All you can do is whine and moan as his cock bumps against every sensitive spot inside of you.

You’re at his mercy, only squirming when he shifts both of your legs together and supports them with one hand. He turns you on your side in his lap, spreading his thighs and holding you still as he fucks up into you. At any other time it might have amazed you, the way he manhandles you. Plucking at your nipples and clit until you’re crying out and then slowing his thrusts to stall your orgasm. Sweat trickles down between your breasts when he lays you down on your stomach and slips his deep into your pussy. The head presses down on your g spot and your eyes roll into your head.

“Right there?” he asks, angling his hips so his cock drags along it with each languid stroke. In this position, with his chest pressing your back into the mattress and his knees cradling your waist he fucks you slowly. Drawing out every possible sound you can make, every way you can beg. And then when his thrusts grow frantic, his own impending orgasm rising he slots his hand between your hips and the bed and reaches for your clit.

You cum with a broken wail of his name that intermingles with his own groan of yours. You’re both sweaty and exhausted as he pulls out of you. You grimace at the mess that follows, his cum squeezing out of you with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You can barely move as he cleans you up and carries you to the giant bathtub in the adjoining bathroom.

--

Shouto unlocks his phone before Katsuki does, his eyebrows rising into his hairline as the attached video loads. Katsuki abandons his phone to watch over Shouto’s shoulder as Izuku teases your pussy open with his fingers.

“Motherfuck-”

“That was fast,” Shouto muses. “Even for him.”

“I thought she didn't like men?” Katsuki retorts.

They stare in silence as you squirm in Izuku’s hold, Shouto is tempted to get his headphones out and listen to exactly what filth Izuku must be whispering to you. Katsuki beats him to it, handing him one side of his wireless earphone and shoving the other in his ear.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?”

Katsuki curses, eyes closing as Izuku continues.

“Fuck it,” he turns and without a backward glance walks out of the room. It takes Shouto a moment to realize where Katsuki’s going before he’s locking his phone and snatching a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket.

“What an interesting turn of events,” he mutters to himself.

🌷 SPRING FEVER: MASTERLIST 🌷

— welcome to the running masterlist for the SPRING FEVER collab <3 enjoy some omegaverse fanfics across various fandoms within the reader insert niche!!

this is an open collab! if you're interested in joining, check out the main post here for guidelines and instructions!

honkai star rail:

💦 —@owlespresso - the golden ivy which clings —luocha x reader

🎀 —@owlespresso - the red fruit which ripens —blade x reader

💦 —@owlespresso - the coring, the goring —luocha x reader x blade

🎀 —@lorelune - O4O: part i + part ii —jing yuan x reader

💦 —@jingsyuans - hybrid jing yuan —jing yuan x reader

🎀 —@yinyuedijun - aventurine x reader

haikyu!!

💦 —@54prowl - sakusa x reader

jujutsu kaisen:

🎀 —@batteryeatery - can you help me, sensei? —gojo satoru x reader

💦 —@firein-thesky - affection's edge —getou suguru x reader

🎀 —@minnaci - to deny nature —gojo satoru x reader

💦 —@saintshigaraki- maki zenin x reader

🎀 —@forest-hashira- bunnies and bite marks —gojo satoru x reader x getou suguru

baldur's gate 3:

💦 —@chiwhorei - halsin x reader

my hero academia:

🎀 —@andypantsx3 - when i make you mine — todoroki shouto x reader

💦 —@mangostarjam - knot happening: part 1 & part 2 —bakugo katsuki x reader

one piece:

💦 —@petrichorium - shanks x reader

inuyasha:

🎀 —@undermine-the-instinct there is less good here (then i intend) —sesshomaru x reader

genshin impact:

💦 —@chronosdawn - childe x reader

Im mad I can't have this lol

Walk up to Bakugou who’s just sitting back comfortably somewhere… push his knees apart and slot yourself between his massive thighs…. hook your chin over his shoulder and snug your hands in his hoodie’s pocket… just be there cuddled up and protected and secure in place by his strong legs… while he absentmindedly drums his fingers on the curve of your ass… chin also on tucked over your shoulder as he keeps doing whatever he had been occupied with before you popped up….

Different Stories Resonate with Different People

masterlist

hawks x reader

Crawl Home to Me 

r18,   12,000w

[[healing healing healing (emotionally & physically), hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, sometimes we save ourselves by saving each other]]

Warmer Weather

r18, 9,000w

[[Hurt/Comfort, self actualizing by looking at miniatures, wing kink, stranger to lovers]]

Nesting Instinct

r18,  5,000w

[[avian keigo, bird traits, heat/rut, pinch of angst, lovers to…..lovers? ;) ]]

Coincide pt. 1

 r18,  5,000w

Coincide pt. 2

pg13, 5,500w

[[soulmate au, gratuitous wing foreplay, Hawks’ wings behaving like actual bird wings, grinding, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, hawks is a huge cry baby fight me about it]] 

Drown i

pg13, 3,000w

[[vigilante keigo, illegal underground fighter keigo as well, hurt/comfort, slow burn, unhealthy coping mechanisms]]

cold Spell

pg13, 1,000w

[[post attack snuggles, protective keigo, bathtime]]

under the weather

pg, 600w

[sick fic, keigo takes care of you, that’s it]

please daddy?

r18, 2,000w

[[daddy kink lite, face f******g/oral s**, praise kink, soft dom, messy messy messy]]

hitoshi shinsou x reader

No Grave to Hold My Body Down

r18,  10,000w

[[ pro-hero Shinsou, idiots to lovers, BIG Hurt/Comfort (emphasis on both hurt and comfort), Shinsou is a SOFT Dom who gets off on kindness you heard it here]]

dabi x reader

Heaven for Nonbelievers

r18,  word count: 11,000

[[hurt/comfort, sharing space, strange domesticity, strangers to lovers, gray morality to less gray morality, sometimes grief has teeth]]

aizawa shouta x reader

in Good Faith

pg,  700w 

[[pure fluff, hurt/comfort, aizawa can only truly decompress when he knows you’re safe and sound]]

All the Way Up

r18, 1,700w

[[bath time (what else), shaving, edging, “good girl”,  jealous aizawa, also he’s a service top]]

izuku midoriya x reader

Homebodies

pg13,  1,600w

[[pro hero midoriya, fluff, pining and then not pining, showering together, care and keeping and kisses, No Plot Just Love]]

tamaki amajiki x reader

Morning, Sunshine

r18, 900w

[[morning s**, praise kink, snuggle f******]]

Creature Comforts

r18, 800w

[[ SOFT dom, snuggling f******** (what else) slight sensory dep, tentacles]]

bakugou katsuki x reader

how to set fires

r18, 12,000w

[[ strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, soft bakugou, pro hero baku/civilian reader, tenderness, feeding as a love language, vague codependency ]]

love language 

pg13, 800w

[[sof baku, care and comfort and soup, (bath time)]]  

🌹 A Dress Dyed Crimson (fairytale au | hawks x fem!reader)

A/N: My part in the Citrus Dome Server's Fairytale!Au Collab! Click the link to see the masterlist, with all sorts of fairytale bnha content! I kind of rushed myself writing this, but I'm happy with it, and would love to make it a multi-part series at some point! It's really hard to write longer reader-inserts, so I applaud anyone that does it on a regular basis 0.0 Enjoy! 🌹

summary: Your family has been friends of the crown for a long time, and it's only ever been a benefit to you. Until the king decided he wants to form an alliance with the kingdom of avian people next door. And he needs you to marry their winged prince to do it.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: reader is female, arranged marriage, pretty tame and sweet tbh, spoilers for hawks real name if you've somehow avoided it so far. fluff, slight angst? reader is referred to as 'beautiful', wears dresses, has two sisters. Let me know if I missed anything!

fanfic commissions are open!

“Sweetheart, there’s uh… there’s someone the king wants you to meet.”

You froze mid-chew. You met the eyes of your sisters across the table, both equally as wide as yours. It was late morning, and your family was eating breakfast. Sunlight came in through the large windows, spilling over the table and pastel walls. A few servants stood at the ready, but the room had been a peaceful quiet before your father had spoken.

You blinked a few times, hesitantly swallowed, and responded to your father’s words as delicately as you could manage.

“The king? His majesty wants me to… meet someone?” Your sisters went back to eating, slower this time. There was an unspoken suspicion already arousing between the three of you. Everyone knew the king was trying to form an alliance with the avian kingdom next door. And as friends of the royal family, your family knew more than most. The alliance was intended to be of the marital variety. But… your king had no daughters. And the avian king had only one son. At least, those were the rumors.

“Yes,” he said simply. You nodded slowly, pressing your lips together.

“What kind of someone, father?”

When he didn’t answer right away, your mother gave him (what she thought was) a subtle nudge with her elbow. He cleared his throat. “The avian prince.”

Your younger sister gasped so loud you had to slap a hand over your ear nearest to her. Your older sister stood up from her chair with a loud screech of the legs against the marble flooring.

“You’re not really going to make her marry an avian are you?! And ship her off to become the queen of a kingdom we know nothing about?!”

“Now just a minute--” Your father tried to interject, but your younger sister started up before he could.

“It’s not our fault the king doesn’t have a daughter! Don’t make her, papa!”

You heard your mother tiredly ask a nearby servant for more sugar cubes over the screaming.

“Girls! Girls!” Your father tried again. “Did I say marry? I said meet. Sit down.”

With one scowling and one pouting, your sisters lowered to their chairs. Unsure of how to feel, your face stayed blank, if slightly apprehensive. Sighing, he met your eyes.

“Things with the avian kingdom are… fragile. Our king has managed to negotiate a marriage alliance. But he has no daughters. And his sons are spoken for, anyways. The king reached out to me. It seems you girls know most of this already.”

You looked down at the ornate plates, the detailed silverware, the table decorated in pinks and creams. This was… too much. Too fast.

“Sweetheart, your older sister is spoken for, and your other is too young. Look, if you really do not want to marry the man, I will not make you. But please remember, it is the king asking, not me. At least meet him.”

“If I marry him… I’ll have to leave home? And be queen? The avian queen?”

He frowned. “Leave home, yes, I assume so. As for becoming queen, I’m not sure. We know so little about their royal policies.”

You toyed with a scone on your plate. “Would it even be safe? Would I see you guys again?”

“The king is practically my brother. You are his family, nearly as much as any of his sons. He won’t send you anywhere you’re not safe. And we’ll make sure you can visit us whenever you like.”

He paused, and when you stayed quiet, he reached across the table until you took his hand.

“Remember, this is an alliance. The king intends to make the avians his friends. With open borders and honest communication. You could send us mail, and travel back and forth however you please. And if the king doesn’t ensure such conditions for you, you can bet, as your father, I will.”

“Okay…” You said finally. “I’ll try. I’ll… I’ll meet him at least.”

Having (hesitantly) agreed to meet the avian prince, preparations were made to host him at your family manor for a week. There would be a ball as well, with the royal family, and other nobles you knew, as a sign of hospitality. Hopefully, the first of many warm welcomes for avian people.

It was only a few weeks later when he arrived, and you met him for the first time. And the decision you needed to make became infinitely less clear-cut.

You stood in front of the manor, in the nicest day dress you had, with your parents and older sister to your right, and your younger to your left. There were a number of staff waiting in a line as well, ready to greet him and take his luggage. The front gate bell had been tolled a few minutes ago, meaning his carriage would be in sight any moment now.

As far as you knew it was just him and an attendant, to drive the carriage and to well, attend to any of his needs during his stay. You wondered what he would be like. Through all this chaos and preparation, no one had mentioned what the man was like. Save that he was young, young enough to marry you. You weren’t sure if it was because his personality was too terrible to speak of, or because no one knew. You weren’t sure which made you more anxious.

When his carriage first came around the bend of trees, you noticed its height before anything else. It wasn’t colossal, just enough taller than what you were used to for you to take notice. Its body was a glossy black, with blood-red and azure-blue details. Like the window curtains, the wheels, and the ornate designs across the doors.

Two huge horses pulled it, with wide hooves and thick fur. One was a paint, the other stark black. The attendant sat in the front, steering the horses, with an overhang above him to protect from the elements. As he got closer you noticed his wings. Like a sparrow’s, you realized, dyed in all sorts of browns and blacks. They were barely larger than the length of his back. You always assumed avians could fly, but his were so small. Were all avian wings this size?

As the carriage went around the circle driveway, you realized you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. What happened if you didn’t want to marry him? Would you get in trouble? Would your father be disappointed?

The horses came to a stop and your family waited while the attendant stepped down from his seat. Would the king be mad at you? What if the prince decided he didn’t want to marry you? Would the alliance fall apart?

The attendant gave a simple, quiet bow to your family, and made his way to the carriage door. What if he was a creep? What if you moved in with the avian royal family and they didn’t let you leave? What if you never saw your family again?

The door opened before the attendant could reach it. Looking back, you’d later realize he’d been speed walking in an attempt to open it before the prince had the chance.

Oh god, what if you didn’t like his looks, and he saw it on your face as soon as he met your eyes? What if he got so offended he left before you could even speak to him? What if--

He stepped out of the carriage, ducking his wings through the narrow doorway.

Oh. Oh.

All your anxious spiraling was silenced, replaced with a lame sort of ringing sound. He was gorgeous.

He had this beautiful golden hair, that was all sorts of choppy and pushed out of his face. He had scruffy-looking facial hair that was sort of subtle, like he didn’t realize he’d forgotten to shave. You couldn’t see the color of his irises from that distance, but he had these… markings around his eyes. They looked harsh, like he was glaring. But as he broke out in a huge grin at something the attendant was saying, you realized they weren’t harsh at all.

And… my god, his wings. They were the most crimson color you had ever seen. And they were huge. The tops reached above his head, and the ends just barely touched the floor. You could tell they were massive even as he kept them folded tightly against his back. But it wasn’t just that. They looked so soft and smooth. You wanted to run your fingers along the length of them.

You realized the attendant was lecturing him, which was why he was smiling. He was laughing at him. An open, genuine laugh. One of your staff members took a step forward.

“-- pleasure to introduce my lord and his noble family.”

Your dad placed a hand at his chest and leaned over, “It is an honor to host you, your highness.”

He wore a dark tailcoat, with gold and red detailing, with a ruffled undershirt sticking out from under his sleeves and collar. He had dark leather gloves, and huge black boots. It was a strange contrast with his light skin and hair, and the vibrant color of his wings.

Through the sound of wind passing through your empty ear canal, you managed to curtsy alongside your family.

“Oh, c’mon there’s no need for any of that!” Though he dipped to bow as well. “The pleasure’s all mine, my lord.” He somehow sounded both teasing and genuine at once. His voice was light.

The house staff stepped forward to begin unloading his luggage and your father began introductions.

“This is the lady of the house, my dear wife.”

The prince shook her hand in a gesture that felt very... common. One you appreciated. “You have a beautiful home, if I may say so, my lady.”

“You may,” She smiled. He beamed and released her palm.

Your father kept going, “These are my daughters.” On instinct, the three of you curtsied again. “The oldest. The youngest is at the end of the line. And of course--,” he said your name, “--my middle daughter.”

You slowly raised your head. His dark boots crunched against the gravel as he made his way to you. You pressed your lips together at how intensely his eyes bore into yours. He stopped before you, the cheekiest of smirks on his face. But with him so close, you noticed something… more tired about the crook of his eyes.

He lifted his hand gently, palm up. “May I?”

You nodded and slid your hand into his. You knew he could tell it was shaking.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He kissed the back of your hand, with a smile that seemed to say ‘I know exactly what this is doing to you’, and looked up at you through his lashes. “I’m Keigo, Prince of the Avian Kingdom.”

His eyes were a magical shade of bronze, with flakes of bright gold, and an intensity you couldn’t yet understand.

Despite knowing you were blushing down to your toes, you tried your best at an elegant response. “The pleasure is mutual, your highness… I… I look forward to knowing you better.”

When he finally pulled away, some tension was able to leave your rigid body. He addressed your sisters and stuck his hands in the pockets of his coat. “It’s an honor to meet you ladies as well, I hope my presence isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you!”

Your sisters must’ve picked up on your change of tune, as they returned his teasing energy with equal force.

“Not at all, your highness!”

Afraid of seeming too eager (or embarrassing yourself further), you hid in your sisters’ rooms until you had to see him again.

You entered the dining room at dusk, as the sky began to dim, making room for the yellow washes of candlelight. The gold accents on the plates and walls glowed in the hazy light. You had changed into a dress that was more formal, but tried not to get too caught up in how you looked. You weren’t even sure if you liked him yet.

When you came in, Prince Keigo was entering from the opposite side. You both froze when you met eyes. His tailcoat was gone now, exposing his white sleeves. His hair was more ruffled in the back, like he’d been rubbing at it all day. He broke out in a smile. “Hi there, my lady.”

“Hi,” You said, your hand reaching the fabric of your skirt for something to fiddle with. You bowed your head in a slight curtsy. “My sisters will be down soon.”

“No problem, I believe your parents said the same thing. Should we sit?”

He seemed more unsure now that you were alone. He wasn’t the only one. “We can. Uhm, I usually wait for everyone to be seated.”

“Oh! Let’s do that then.” His wings shifted when he crossed his arms, like a shrug. It was strange to see them move, especially with how huge and silky they looked. The candlelight bounced off his feathers in a way that made them appear to glow.

“Of course, Prince.”

“Ahh, you don’t need to call me that,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Just Keigo?”

“Just Keigo.”

“Okay…” You screwed up your lips. “I’m so sorry, I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to act around you. I don’t know much about avians. I’d hate to offend you.”

His feathers bristled when his eyebrows shot up. “Oh, no stress, little dove. We’re not that complicated, promise.”

You blushed deeply at the nickname, but in a way that made your stomach flutter. You couldn’t help wanting him to call you that again. “I’m afraid I have to argue the opposite, sir-- Er, Keigo, I mean. Your kingdom seems very different from mine.”

“Let me guess. It’s ‘cause of the wings, isn’t it?”

You laughed. You quickly stifled it with a hand, reeling it back to a lady-like giggle, but Keigo was already beaming with pride. “Yes, I should think so.” You cleared your throat, but were unable to completely rid of your smile. “Uhm, if it’s not rude to say, your wings are… beautiful, by the way.”

He smirked and looked over his shoulder at one as he extended it to its full length. The sight was so mesmerizing you were almost taken back. Something as simple as stretching his wing out had you wanting to step away and move closer at the same time.

“Thank you,” he said finally. “They’re a hell of a weight to be carrying around all the time, but--” he tucked it away. “-- worth it, if only to hear compliments from equally beautiful girls such as yourself.”

You gave a small smile. To imagine you were anywhere near as aesthetically pleasing as his wings made you feel ridiculous, but he seemed genuine enough.

Dinner started up soon after that, with Keigo sat very strategically next to you. Something, you assumed, was your father’s doing. You supposed there was no reason to beat around the bush.

Keigo had to sit on a stool instead of the dining chairs the rest of you had so his wings had somewhere more comfortable to go. He claimed this alternative was fine, but it seemed sort of fatiguing to you. It was… distracting at the very least, to hear his wings shuffle behind your head, and see his hands in the corner of your vision at all times.

He had worn gloves when you first met, but they were gone now. He had big, slightly rough-looking hands, with silver rings that sometimes glinted in the light of the candles. Whenever he spoke-- or heavens allow, laughed-- it would reverberate in your ear and bounce around your head.

You didn’t eat much, honing in on all of his words with your heart trying to hammer its way through your ribs. Despite all this, you managed to retain some knowledge of the Avian Kingdom.

It had a name, for one. Though, to your disappointment, you forgot it almost as soon as it left Keigo’s mouth. He assured your family, though, that simply ‘the Avian Kingdom’ or ‘Our Avian Kingdom’ was used more often.

You learned everyone had wings there. Or almost everyone. But the royal family was special, with bigger and brighter wings than the common avian person. Members of the royal bloodline also had a ‘special ability to manipulate their feathers individually’, whatever that meant. When your sister asked to see it, however, Keigo lamented that he wasn’t allowed. It wasn’t considered ‘proper’ to use it outside of royal ceremonies.

You looked up at him, peering at his strange expression. He seemed a weird mix of annoyed and tired at this fact, while trying to mask it all with indifference. When you tilted your head in confusion, he turned to meet your eyes. His irises all bronze and gold and glowing in the candlelight.

He smiled, and you returned it, feeling less shy this time. All signs of displeasure on his face were gone as he shoved more food in his mouth. You found yourself hoping that if you did marry him, you’d one day be able to decipher all his mixed faces.

You also learned that night that he liked to eat, and seemed to have an almost unconscious favor for anything sweet. You learned that he had two laughs, one that was light and sounded the same every time you heard it, and another that was louder, more open, and harder to earn.

You learned he was perceptive. At least, to some degree. You weren’t sure how he could tell, but if your anxieties started to get to you a bit, he would tell the table more jokes until you laughed, too. If you were feeling overwhelmed, he would pull attention away from you and talk to someone else. It perplexed you a bit (Was he trying to impress you? Did he even know you knew what he was doing?) but you found it rather sweet.

Dinner passed without many hitches, though you did almost choke once, and a server brushed against Keigo’s wings accidentally and made him flinch. When it was time to retire to your rooms, you worked up the courage to ask the prince to walk you to yours. In truth, you were dying to ask him something.

He smiled-- calmer this time, seemingly more tired--, but turned to your parents before speaking.

Your father hummed. “Hm! By all means, your highness.”

“Then I’d love to, beautiful maiden.” And you started walking back together.

Soon you were in the darkening corridors towards your chambers. Wide and ornate, with marble flooring that echoed the sound of your shoes hitting the floor.

“Uhm, I just wanted to ask you something.”

“I’m an open book, dove. Uh, is that fine to call you, by the way?”

You turned beat red again, and stiffened, but hummed. “Mhm. Uh…” You started playing with your fingers again, staring down at your shoes. “I just, was wondering what you actually thought about this whole… arranged marriage thing. I’m trying to figure out the kind of man you are, but it’s sort of hard without knowing that.”

He was quiet for a while. You walked silently alongside him while he thought, but the quiet made you antsy. He finally gave a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I gotta’ be honest, huh? You deserve that much, I’m just not really used to it… bein’ honest. Not usually with how I feel, anyway.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to go through with it,” you offered, peering up at him. “I can say no. F-for you, I mean. If you’re worried about… I don’t know, getting in trouble with your family.”

“That’s sweet, little dove. But you’re fine. I’m not so against it anymore.”

“Anymore?” You were intrigued to be sure. There was still that lightness in his voice you had started to learn, and he was still smiling technically, but he was… subdued now. Almost serious.

“There’s a reason my pops wanted a marital alliance. I didn’t want to get married, I don’t know, to anyone.” His hand fell from his neck and he shoved it in his pocket with another exasperated breath. “Felt like I had too much to do. And honestly, that I wouldn’t make that great of a husband.”

“Really? You’ve been nothing but a gentleman so far.”

“And that wasn’t a lie, or anything. But that's not really what I’m like. I don’t know, I just know how to put on a show, that’s all. Smile more, talk louder, be more… animated. That sort of thing.”

“What for?”

“Don’t know. Guess that’s just how I am around everyone… I’m someone everyone looks to, you know? Might as well be someone they can count on to always be carefree, in control.” His shoulders started to sag, like he was peeling away the persona he’d made, piece by piece. “Feels weird to say out loud.”

“Why tell me now?”

He met your eyes. Still just as beautiful, just… stern. “You have a week to decide if you want to spend the rest of your life with me. 'Least I can do is show you who you’re committing to.”

You frowned. “Well, what about you? You said you didn’t want to marry anyone. What changed your mind?”

“An alliance would be… monumental for my people. Getting married to help everyone seemed as good a reason as any.”

You looked away. You were exactly the same, only agreeing to meet him for the good of the kingdom. But to hear it sort of stung now. Keigo was handsome, and really sweet. Even with this more melancholy side to him. It hurt to think that maybe he wasn’t really interested in you at all. You had been considering him for what he was, your potential husband. But had he only ever seen you as a legal proposition?

“Dove.”

He stopped in front of you. You could see the flame of the nearby candle sconce dancing in the reflection of his eyes. “I do like you. You’re a beautiful girl, and I’ve meant everything I’ve said to you. That’s why I wanted to be upfront with you about my motivations. I know it’s nothing to sneeze at, leaving home, becoming queen one day. But I hope you do decide to marry me. Not just for the alliance.”

You let him take your hand. You could feel the cold metal of his rings even through your gloves.

“We don’t know each other yet, but I’d like us to. I’m not sure if I’d make the best husband, but I’d try to, for you. And that’s the truth.”

You thought for a moment. You felt sort of bittersweet. Some of what he’d said was a bit disappointing, but the fact that he respected you enough to tell you all of it made you feel warm. And honestly, you didn’t mind this subdued side of him. And you didn’t mind that he was different around everyone else, aside from that it seemed a tiring thing to keep up. More than being upset with him, you just found yourself worried about the prince. You wished you could make him happy. For real.

“Thank you for being honest. I… I think you’re really sweet, Keigo. I haven’t decided about the marriage yet, but… I do like you too.” You took his hand in both of yours, stroking his skin with your thumb. His hands were so much bigger than yours. “I guess we have our work cut out for us this week, huh?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, and there was that dorky guy again. “Oh! Here.” He started digging through his pocket. His hand returned, this time holding a small ring with a light-colored gemstone. “You don’t have to wear it until you’re ready, but I got it for you.”

Your eyebrows raised as you took it gently, examining it. His wings started flapping slightly. Did he notice he was doing it?

“I tried to find a stone that you’d like, but I only knew your name. So it’s just, uh… the national gem of your kingdom.”

You giggled. “Thank you, Keigo. I like it.” He beamed and his wings ruffled before finally stilling. Feeling brave, you leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. Maybe you were being a bit forward, but the lopsided grin it earned you told you he didn’t mind.

Despite your sort of shaking, you managed to walk with him the rest of the way to your room. With a simple good night, and a slightly dorky wave through the crack of the door, the first day with Keigo was done.

As the week passed, you had many occasions to talk with Keigo alone. You gave him a tour of the manor, and the two of you cracked jokes the whole way. You went flower picking together, but abandoned the idea pretty quickly when he seemed to get antsy like a pup forced to sit still. The house staff even let you destroy the kitchen trying to bake something together.

When you were alone, he seemed to relax into the truer side of his personality. He wasn’t over the top, but he wasn’t afraid to smile or laugh, he seemed to be genuinely enjoying his time with you. If he got really hyper, you couldn’t tell the sides of him apart at all. You really believed him, he didn’t lie when he was with others, he just… ‘put on a show’.

You didn’t know when exactly you had decided to go along with the marriage, but you were pretty sure it was when he let you touch his wings for the first time. Not because they were so incredibly soft (although they were), and not because the feeling made his cheeks dust pink (although the sight was incredibly cute), but because he’d let you at all.

You got the impression letting someone touch their wings made avians feel very vulnerable. It was intimate. You still barely knew Keigo, but he was open to you. To the idea of you. And he was really trying to tear his walls down for you, one old brick at a time. If that were true… you were sure you could make a marriage work. Together.

Despite your resolve, you were shy to tell him. You were still trying to find out how when you were finding a dress for the ball.

You stood with your sisters, searching in the manor wardrobe, a beautiful dressing room with all the clothing your family had ever bought. It was the last night of Keigo’s stay. The ball was tonight.

You were only paying half attention-- still focused on how to propose to an avian prince-- as you sifted through pastel dress after pastel dress. Until… your fingers found a silky fabric. A burst of crimson in a sea of light pinks and pale blues.

You had found a beautiful red dress, unarguably dyed in the color of Keigo’s wings.

You weren’t sure where it had come from or how long it had been there-- bold dresses like these weren’t very common in your kingdom. But it was perfect. This was how you wanted to tell him. Draped head to toe in his colors, wearing the ring he got you in yours.

Your older sister peered over your shoulder. You looked over at her as she smiled, wrapping an arm around your back. Her eyes were watering… at the sight of the dress, she knew your decision. “Congratulations, sis.”

Your younger rubbed your hand over the fabric. “It’s going to look so pretty on you.”

“Yeah.” You leaned your head on your older’s shoulder, pulling your younger closer. “It is.”

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