Gonna Post This Here Too

gonna post this here too

hq headcannons mlist

all of my haikyuu headcannons (bc i ddint like my masterlists)

all in chronological order :)

everything else of haikyuu is here

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Kinks- Ace edition <3

genre: smut

characters: Aran, Asahi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Terushima, and Ushijima

all of the aces and what i think their kinks are

Poly Headcannons pt.1 <3

genre: smut

characters: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

poly relationships with some of the HQ boys

Middle blockers kinks <3

genre:smut

characters: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa, Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

as many middle blockers as i could think of and the kinks i think they’d have

Random Captain horny Hcs <3

genre: smut

characters: Bokuto, KIta, Ushijima, Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo, Terushima, Daishou, Futakuchi

random headcannons about the captains, but they are horny

Kinks- Setters <3

genre: smut

characters: Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume, Yahaba Shigeru and Keishin Ukai

the setters and their kinks

Aftermath pt.1 <3

genre: smut

characters: ushijima, bokuto, iwaizumi, aran, miya twins, tendou, sakusa, and komori

what the aftermath of a steamy night with them would be

Inarizaki horny headcannons pt.1 <3

genre: smut

characters: all of Inarizaki

some random horny heeadcannons for the foxes

Aftermath pt.2 <3

genre: smut

characters: matsukawa, suna, kyotani (daddy maddog), kuroo, daichi, oikawa, futakuchi

more aftermath, and my first request that’s crazyyy

Fake bang <3

genre: fluffy crack

characters: The Miya Twins, Futakuchi, Oikawa, Tendou, Lev, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna, Semi, Terushima, Noya, Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Komori, ft. Kyotani

who would fake bang you when you bend down

Proposals <3

genre: fluff

characters: MSBY 4 and the Alders

how they would propose

Seijoh horny Hc’s

genre: smut

characters: all of Aoba Johsai

headcannons bit make them horny

Reverse Fake bang <3

genre: crack

characters: Miya Twins, Suna

you fake bang them back

Short but fiesty s/o <3

genre: crack-ish

characters: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Atsumu, and Oikawa

tall boys get served by their s/o

Ploy Headcannons pt.2 <3

genre: smut

characters: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

poly relationships with more of the boys

Thicc gf pt. 1 <3

genre: smut/fluff

characters: Suna, Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Bokuto

its the title lol

MSBY horny Hc’s <3

genre: smut

characters: MSBY 4, and hints of shugo meian

hc’s of the boys being horny

Masturbating to their s/o’s sent <3

genre: smut

characters: iwaizumi, kenma, akaashi, and matsukawa

they get caught jacking to your sent

Random nicknames they give you <3

genre: fluff

character: osamu, sakusa, ushijima, kageyama, bokuto, and tsukishima

little nicknames they bestow upon y/n

Little fluffy things <3

genre: fluff

characters: a whole bunch, just almost al of them (not really but you get the point)

fluffy hc’s of the boys

Being too insecure to sit on their face<3

genre: angst to smut

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu, and Kuroo

the boys wanting to be crushed by your thighs

Little toxic things pt.1 <3 (the part two to this is on the other mlist)

genre: angst

this episode: bad relationships <3

characters: oikawa, sakusa, atsumu, suna

toxic relationships </3

Thicc gf pt.2 <3

genre: smut

characters: Ushijima, Semi, Akaashi, Oikawa, Sugawara and Futakuchi

a part 2 of the boys having a thicc gf

Soft Gf <3

genre: bordering on fluff

characters: Kageyama

Kags with a soft and sweet gf

Thicc Gf pt.3 <3

genre: smut

characters: kuroo, terushima, sakusa, daichi, Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Kuguri

more thicc gfs for the boys

Dry humping Pt.1 <3

genre: smut

characters: tendou, suna, nishinoya, kenma, and iwaizumi

they dry hump you in different situations

Deceiving looks gf <3

genre: smut

characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu

they got a girl who looks like a bore but had a WAP (as she should)

Latina gf <3

genre: crack-ish

characters: Atsumu

he has a Latina gf who has to show him everything

pregnant s/o <3

genre: fluffy very slight angst

characters: suna, atsumu and kuroo

they get to take care of hormone ridden wife

Getting carried away in front of the team<3

genre: fluff/ smut

characters: kuroo, iwa, semi, sakusa and osamu

you get a bit carried away in congratulating them

Cooing s/o <3

genre: fluff

characters: kuroo, bokuto, semi, tsukishima, osamu and noya

you being all lovey-dovey with him

Kenma having a gf with nice thighs & kags being jealous of noya and hinata or sleeping on manger-chan <3

genre: fluff

characters: Kenma, Kageyama (noya and Hinata mentioned)

just some random crack

Argentinian Pro Volleyball player gf <3

genre: fluff

characters: oikawa

he gets a pretty understanding gf

Little toxic things pt.2 <3

genre: angst

bad dynamics <\3

charcters : the MSBY 4

you ahve a bad relationship dynamic with an MSBY boy

Dry humping Pt.2

genre: smut

characters: kuroo, kags, daichi, bokuto and suga

more boys dry hump you

Calling them Pretty boy <3

genre: cracky fluff

characters: MSBY 4 and Osamu

you call them pretty boy

More Inarizaki horny hc’s <3

genre: smut

characters: all of inarizaki

thye are more horny than the last

Shiratorizawa horny hc’s <3

genre: smut

characters: all of shiratorizawa

horny bois

Reacting to smooth legs <3

genre: fluffy crack

characters: oikawa suna kenma and tendou

they like your shaved legs

Telling them you faked an orgasm </3

characters: osamu, suna, akaashi and suga

how they’d react

loves your scent <3

genre: fluff

characters: Oikawa,Suna, Tendou, Akaashi, and Kenma

they love your shampoo

trying yo make you blush<3

genre: fluff

characters: atsumu, oikawa, terushima, kuroo and suna

they they to make you blush but you aren’t going down that easily

Parenting Hinata <3

genre: fluff

charaters: Bokuto and Hinata

you and bokuto are like parents to hinata

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roselover2525

3 years ago

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roselover2525

4 years ago

No thoughts, only Kei unknowingly fucking imprinting on his s/o, but he doesn’t realize it

He doesn’t realize it until he finds his mask slipping further and further off his face whenever they’re around (or alternatively, during especially late night calls or hours spent on the couch after his shift, uncaring that it’s 3am).

He doesn’t realize until you leave on a business trip for a week and he walks around feeling like a metal plate has permanently settled on his chest and in his stomach. You come back to find out he barely ate, theres dark rings settled around his eyes, his stubble grown out more than usual, and he’s buried himself into more work than usual trying to busy himself.

He doesn’t realize until a tear slips from his eyes mid thrust during one particularly steamy night. Your hand on his cheek only encourages more tears to float up within those pretty eyes. When asked what’s wrong, he can only stop and stutter out with adoration filled eyes, “I… I l-love you.”.

He doesn’t realize until he finds out you work beside a guy with a bird quirk as well. The amount of jealousy and need to publicly mark you as his has never consumed him to such a point in the past, but he doesn’t have the brain cells to evaluate and realize that when he’s dramatically dragging you by the wrist out of your office, wings predatorily puffed out, chest high, pupils narrowed, only to pull you into a public restroom a floor below and fuck you stupid. He’s fucking whipped. He knew that. But he can’t help but fear the bird instinctual emotion that settles deep within him. He fears it because it’s then that he realizes with his instincts, his love for you is the only think he can’t keep suppressed or controlled.

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roselover2525

3 years ago

absolut. | midoriya izuku x uraraka ochako x reader x bakugo katsuki | bnha

warnings: 18+! college au, orgy, cucking (kinda), alcohol consumption, dubcon (bc of the alcohol), oral, vaginal sex, anal (and other butt stuff), cum eating, double penetration, fluff

word count: 7.3k

a/n: i have been working on this for a long time @ writers who write fast pls show me your ways so im stoked to share this piece of filth with you! hope you enjoy! big thanks to my wife @rat-suki for loving deku and @bakatenshii & @blahkugo for screaming about it with me on discord ♡︎

“Hey,” Ochako whispers, nudging you with an elbow. “Wanna hear a secret?”

You glance up at your lecturer, standing blandly up at the podium, waffling on about some quantitative study he participated in as a student, and sink down in your chair, leaning towards her. “Always,” you grin.

She mirrors you, shuffling closer, cheeks pink, lower lip taught between her teeth. “Deku and I are fuck buddies, ” she whispers in your ear, her crass wording and heady tone heating your face.

“What?” Is all you can whisper back, blinking owlishly at her.

“Yeah, for two months now.” She’s clearly thinking about him, eyes glassed over, dreamy grin on her face as she tucks some hair behind her ear. “Sometimes we meet between classes and do it in the third floor unisex bathroom.”

“Ocha—“ you almost gasp, glancing this way and that to make sure you haven’t garnered any unwanted attention. “Are you insane? If you get caught, you’re gonna be—“

“Shh, it’s okay, we’re really careful.” Her hand falls to your knee, slowly drags up to the hem of your jean shorts.

Your heart races.

You send her— your closest friend since attending University— a sideways glance, and she squeezes your flesh, sending a wave of unease and excitement up your spine.

She leans close then, strawberry glossed lips ghosting your ear. “Wanna join?”

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

You must be mad.

Insane.

Out of your mind.

Because why else would you be following Ochako to a hotel, overnight bag packed, assignments long forgotten on your laptop back at the dorm?

Her fingers— interlocked with your own— squeeze your hand, and she smiles brightly at you, silently calming the ricochet of your heart behind your rib cage as you walk through the foyer of the hotel, beelining it straight for the elevator.

“Floor 14,” she says to herself as you settle towards the back of the space, her fingertip illuminating the number bright red on the keypad. “You’re super nervous, huh?” She smiles, turning to face you.

“I mean… yes.” You glance away from her, eyes on your yellow vans. “Also, it’s not... weird for you? Aren’t you in love with him?”

She taps her chin, leans on the adjacent wall. “Yeah, but… we both have certain fantasies that can’t be fulfilled with just the two of us.”

Your heart thuds as the elevator dings, doors sliding open to an empty hallway, mirror on the wall, fake plants on the buffet below it. Ochako grabs your hand again, presses her lips to your cheek.

“You can just watch if you’re too nervous.” She whispers. “It’s just me and Deku.” Her words are comforting, and you find yourself following along with her as she checks her phone, scrolling through her exchange with him for the room number.

Each step down the hall intensifies your anxiety, the anticipation weighing on your lungs like the up, up, up of a roller coaster— what’s it gonna feel like when you’re falling?

“Here.” She beams, sliding her phone into her pocket and squeezing your hand again. “Ready?” She asks, auburn eyes shining in excitement.

Words fail you, but you smile tightly, give her a short nod, then she’s knocking on the door. Seconds later, it opens a little, Deku’s emerald eyes softening at the sight of Ochako, widening exponentially at the sight of you.

Like your arrival is a surprise, or something.

“I brought her,” Ochako smiles, pulling you close and wrapping her arms around you, smushing her cheek against your own affectionately.

“But,” comes Deku’s voice, his head turning to glance over his shoulder. He keeps the door closed, not making room for the two of you to enter. “I thought I was bringing the plus one?” His voice is hushed, a light blush dusting beneath his freckles.

It gets quiet then. Too quiet.

“I’ll go home—“ you start, pulling away from your friend, confused and embarrassed and completely out of place.

“What? No, stay!” Ochako pleads, holding you tightly, frown falling on Deku. “You said I could choose!” She says a little too loud, then in an instant, Deku’s flustered. “Yeah, but you said you didn’t trust anyone enough— Ah, just come in.” He opens the door then, and you see why he’s hesitant to show the two of you what’s on the other side of it.

Bakugo Katsuki, the quarterback with the 4.0 gpa, is leaning on the back of the sofa, crimson glare widening at the sight of you both entering the room.

“Bakugo?” Ochako gawks, pulling you in behind her so Deku can shut the door.

“He’s the one person I trust with my life.” Deku mumbles, sliding a hand around her waist, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

“You said pink cheeks,” Bakugo sneers, eyes fixed on you. “Didn’t say anything about the frightened rabbit.”

“I can’t believe— out of all of your friends— you’d bring Bakugo in on this—“ Ochako nudges away from Deku, eyes falling on you. “You okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, peachy.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, just— just gimme a sec.” She kisses your hand, then drops it, grabs Deku’s shirt, and leads him past Bakugo. “Let’s go talk on the balcony.”

The glass doors slide shut and the air in the room thickens. You stare at your feet— doing your best not to make eye contact with Bakugo— and focus on breathing steadily, trying to calm the thump of your heart.

“At least sit down.” The blonde says, making you jump a little.

He’s not overly fond of your reaction.

“Tch, come on, I’m in the same boat as you; think I wanna fuck a chick that looks at me the way she did? I thought she knew I was coming.” He pushes away from the couch and squats at the mini bar. You watch him, the way his shirt clings to the prominent muscles along his back, his broad shoulders. “Vodka?” He asks, not looking at you.

“Huh?” You reply slowly, earning an eye roll from the quarterback.

“Just take this, dumbass.” He says, holding up a little bottle for you, shaking it in the air. You drop your bag and hurry to take it— not wanting to irritate him further—then eye off the 1.7 ounce bottle.

Absolut Vodka.

“You should drink it,” he stands, cracks open a little honey-coloured bottle for himself. “If they’re voting someone off the island, it’s not gonna be you, and you look nervous as fuck.” He takes a mouthful and winces. “You sure you came here for a threesome?”

“You act like it’s a crime to be nervous.” You mumble, twisting the tiny silver lid until it snaps off, eyes meeting his in a nervous glance.

“Yeah but if you’re stuck between pink cheeks and shitty Deku, there’s not much to be scared of, is there?” He eyes you off, takes another sip from the bottle.

You mirror him, downing half of the little bottle, your pride helping you suppress the need to cough your guts up; your eyes water, and he smirks.

“You were at her Halloween party last year, the pink playboy bunny, right?” He says, eyes dropping to your thighs, then back up to your face.

You’re about to reply when the doors slide back open. “Alright, fine,” Ochako sighs, stopping in her tracks when she’s sees the two of you standing less than five feet apart, conversing. Large hands slide down her arms, and Deku rests his chin on her head, wrapping his arms around her middle.

Her face flushes.

“I, uh,” you speak up, taking a breath as you glance between the lovers, Bakugo’s eyes boring holes into the side of your head. “I’ll leave if I’m intruding. I’m super nervous and inexperienced, and I’d hate to like, uh, slow down your night with my fumbling, or something.”

Ochako gasps. “What? No—“

“Pussy trumps cock, no matter how experienced the user of the cock is.” Bakugo finishes his little bottle, screws the lid back on. “I’ll go.”

“Wait, Kacchan, no, stop. No ones going.” Deku laughs, pressing a kiss to Ochako’s hair, and stepping around her. “The more, the merrier, right?” He beams, winking at you as he passes, swinging open the door of the bar fridge.

“Yeah, I mean, if you’re comfortable, I feel like I can cross a lot off my bucket list with you both here.” Ochako smiles— mostly at you— as she unzips her jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it over the back of the couch. “Are you okay with that?”

You take a deep breath and down the rest of the bottle, but before you can say anything, it’s pinched from your hand, and replaced with another. “Go make yourself comfortable on the sofa.” Deku smiles warmly, hands pressing into you, ushering you towards your best friend.

“Take this off,” she giggles, tugging at your hoodie.

“What? It’s cold in here!” You object with nervous laughter, remembering the teeny tiny tank top you’ve got tucked into your shorts. Still, she manages to wrestle it from your head, her eyes falling to your cleavage, bulging a little at the sight.

“Why are you always wearing baggy clothes when you look like this?” She pushes you to the sofa, straddles you and presses her forehead to yours. “You can leave if you want, but I’d really like you to stay.” She whispers, breath hot on your ear. “What do you wanna do?”

Your eyes flicker over to the boys— both watching, though they’re pretending not to—before you’re looking back at Ochako, large eyes pleading with you to stay.

Which is what you’d psyched yourself up for, until you’d seen the extra.

Why the hell is Bakugo’s inclusion making you so damn nervous?

“I’ll watch for a bit and see,” you mumble, your whole body almost vibrating in embarrassment, the anxiety and anticipation from earlier curling up your spine, settling in your throat.

“Yay!” Ochako cheers, and seconds later she’s hoisted from you, giggling like crazy as Deku throws her onto the bed and crawls over her, ravishing her in kisses.

You watch as he pulls her shirt up, licking and kissing at her stomach, trailing down, down, down—

Embarrassed, you glance away, find Bakugo’s eyes are already on you. You look down to your knees, feel his eyes on you for a moment longer, before he looks back to the lovers on the bed.

Ochako’s clothes start hitting the floor, her moans of pleasure filling the space; you watch on in silence— thighs pressed together and lip between your teeth— suppressing the urge to rub yourself over your shorts or run away.

Deku’s got her legs over his shoulders, his mouth on her pussy, and she’s doing her best to muffle her moans— her fingers stuffed in her mouth. He’s eating her out like it’s the last meal he’s gonna have, and when he slips two fingers into her wet cunt, her hips buck off the bed, both hands fisting in the sheets as she cums all over her fuck-buddy’s face.

A tiny gasp escapes your lips and the anxiety you were feeling slowly peels away. Is it because sometime before her orgasm you downed the other bottle of Absolut? Or because you want that? You want to be pinned down and ravaged until you’re shaking and crying; you wanna finally understand what it feels like to be completely undone at the hands of someone else.

Deku sits up, tears off his shirt and wipes his face with it, looking over at Bakugo. “Told ya she squirts.” He grins boyishly, throwing the shirt at him. “You okay?” He asks, turning to you, his face flushed with excitement.

You nod shyly as he sits up on his knees, works his pants down his thick thighs, eyes still on you.

“Don’t look at her like that, dumbass.” Bakugo spits, tearing his shirt over his head and pushing his jeans down his legs. “She’s clearly a virgin; don’t go pressuring her to do something she’s not ready for.” The way his eyes narrow say he’s baiting you, that he wants you to bite back and dive into bed with them, but you’re not quite there yet, so you just look down at your lap, pretend you don’t notice.

“B-be nice, Bakugo.” Ochako’s practically winded from her orgasm, glaring at him as she perches up on her elbows. “She’s not a virgin, and she’d probably be on the bed with us already if you weren’t here.”

“Right, so you want me gone, huh?” He asks sarcastically, rubbing his length through his briefs.

Shit, you need another drink.

“You’re only needed for like two or three things, then you’re free to go.” She sasses, poking her tongue at him.

“Is one of those things my dick in your mouth while your boyfriend fucks your greedy little hole?” He asks, cocky grin spreading across his face.

Fuck.

You want him to fuck your greedy little hole.

You get up and brush past him to the mini bar, taking out another Absolut, and downing it right there. “Alright, I’m ready.” You hiss, pulling your tank top out of your jean shorts and tugging it over your head. “Where do you want me?”

“Jesus, are you sure you don’t want one more?” Bakugo chuckles, watching as you slide your shorts down your thighs, leaving your underwear on.

“Really?” Ochako asks, sitting up.

“I’ve always wanted two hot girls to suck me off at the same time.” Deku says, eyes firmly on you. “If you’re up for it?” He slides off the bed and pushes the rest of his clothes off, steps out of them, weeping cock slapping against his abdomen with a wet smack.

“It’ll probably be a little easier if you’re sitting on the bed, Izu.” Ochako smiles, eyes glancing over to you, then back to him. “I’ve always wanted to try it too, actually.”

Deku says something else to her then, but you’re distracted by the man standing next to you. The famous footy player, the brains and the brawn, all corded muscle and tanned skin, his eyes drinking you in, despite him coming here to rail Ochako.

“Looks like the virgin gets to join in first.” You poke your tongue at him, and Ochako chuckles.

“Yeah, virgin, okay.” She rolls her eyes, smiling brightly at Deku as he laughs with her.

“Compared to you! Meeting in the toilets for quickies.” You pout, crossing your arms.

“You told her?” Deku murmurs, ruffling her fringe from her face. He doesn’t seem mad, more… curious.

“What toilets?” Bakugo frowns, annoyed and left out.

“Ahh, well—“

“Third floor, they’re barely used.” Ochako follows her lover with her eyes as he sits against the bed head, then she crawls up to sit obediently between his spread legs. They look so natural together, eye each other so trustingly. Are they really just sex friends? “Wow, Izu, it’s so hard.” She breathes, dainty fingers wrapping the meaty girth of his cock, pumping it loosely.

“Come on, I won’t bite,” Deku holds a hand out for you to take, smiling gently. Your worries bubble away as you slowly breathe out and look into his darkened emerald eyes, knees hitting the bed as you lean forward to place your fingers in his hand.

With more strength than you thought he had, he pulls you close, clothed breasts hitting his freckled chest, thick, veiny, scarred arm wrapping around your waist, his free hand tilting your chin up so you look him in the eye.

“Stop staring at her, Izu,” Ochako whispers, her fingertips dragging gently across your tummy before she hugs you, her lips pressing to your cheek.

“Kiss her properly,” he urges you, eyes half-lidded, tongue snaking out to wet his sex-bruised lips.

Her mouth is like nothing you’ve ever felt on your own: soft, plump, sensual. The kiss is slow— a deliberate show of lips and spit— special, just for Deku. Surprisingly, you’re the first to slide your tongue into her mouth, hungry for more, begging her to reciprocate, to help soothe the need quickly bleeding into your belly.

“Shit, Kacchan, c’mere,” Deku urges, and the bed dips behind you. “Show him, too.” He says, pressing a kiss to Ochako’s cheek, running calloused fingers up your back. Your hands rest on her thighs, hers on your waist, and you barely register Deku unclasp your bra, before he’s tugging it gently down your arms.

Ochako moans then, hands sliding up to cup at your tits, the kiss deepening, her teeth scraping your lower lip as you gasp, her little fingers tweaking and rolling your nipples

“Fuck,” Bakugo rasps, your watery eyes gazing over at him. He rubs at his briefs, eyes glued to Ochako’s hands as they fondle you, a sense of power blooming within you at the look on his usually snarling face.

“Yeah, fuck,” Deku agrees, taking your chin in two fingers and pulling you towards him, pressing his lips to yours as he guides his girlfriend down to his dripping cock. His mouth is bitter with the taste of Ochako, but you suck his tongue when he loses it into your mouth regardless, desperate for more. He draws away from you, thumb pulling your lower lip down, baring your teeth to him. “Wanna use these pretty lips on my cock?” He asks, eyes on your mouth as he manipulates your flesh some more.

You just nod, gaze half-lidded, and his face breaks into a smile, large hand petting you as you slide down his toned body until you’re eye-to-eye with your best friend, eyes glued to her as she licks wet stripes up and down his thick cock.

It’s not the first cock you’ve sucked, but it’s definitely the girthiest; head an angry shade of purple, shaft littered with a light dusting of freckles, like the rest of him.

“Lick him with me,” Ochako whispers, linking fingers with you, before taking his head in her mouth. Your pussy clenches at the groan he sighs, and you waste no more time, tongue poking out to test the feel of his shaft as you wriggle back a bit more to settle on your tummy.

“That’s…” Bakugo hisses, voice tight, seemingly unable to find the words to describe what he’s seeing happen to his best friend and rival, right in front of his eyes.

You lower your head, drooling all over his sack as Ochako deep throats him, before taking a ball into your mouth and marvelling at the choking sound he makes as his hips involuntary buck at the sensation. She pops off his cock and you share a smile, then you’re both sucking his shaft, tongues grazing and saliva mingling as he breathes heavily.

“It’s… God, it’s too much,” He breathes, straining voice a hiss as he watches you both, fists grabbing desperately at the sheets either side of his hips.

Thick fingers dip into the elastic of your underwear at your lower back, and your attention is diverted for a moment as you watch Bakugo stare hungrily at your ass as he pulls your panties down your thighs. “Focus.” He clips, slapping your cheek with a firm hand, before massaging the globes in his palms, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Ochako,” Deku huffs, a hand going to her hair. “I’m gonna cum,” he almost whines, dark eyes pleading with her for something unknown to you.

“Okay, it’s okay,” she hushes, pressing a finger to your lips. “Suck.” She orders with a grin. You obey immediately, a little confused as you swirl your tongue around the pad of her finger, until it’s taken from your mouth and pressed to the puckering hole beneath his heavy sack and your panties are tugged the rest of the way down your legs.

“M-my balls,” he begs, spurring you to run your tongue along them, give them attention as Ochako wriggles her finger into his ass and seals her lips over his tip. He heaves another groaning sigh, eyes unable to stray away from the two of you, a rippling shudder tearing through him as you suck the other ball into your mouth.

Bakugo traces a finger up the lips of your sex, your back going rigid as you moan and press back against him, your mouth still full, nails digging into the flesh of Deku’s thighs. He says something you can’t comprehend, then Deku’s tensing, his balls contracting, Ochako squeezing her eyes shut as he blows his load down her throat.

Before you can do anything else, your tugged backwards by the hips, ass flush with Bakugo’s clothed cock as he ruts against you, teasing you with his length. You can’t help the butterflies that swirl in your stomach as you glance back at him— football superstar Bakugo Katsuki—his eyes blown wide with lust as he looks at you.

You.

“No way,” Ochako warns, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, glassy eyes on Bakugo. “It’s not your turn yet, extra.” She snips.

“You came, he came,” he grabs your arm and pulls your body up, your back flush with his chest. “It’s only fair that one of us is next.” Both of his hands play with your nipples, lips coming to your neck, teeth dragging across your pulse point, making you shudder.

“Yeah, her.” She says, eyes betraying her heated tone as she watches Bakugo’s fingers tweak at your nipples, your hands reaching behind you to grips at his briefs for some semblance of balance.

“That was amazing,” Deku smiles, chest flushed with heat, gleam in his eye. “What’s next?”

Your head is spinning, mind going numb as Bakugo sucks and licks at your skin, eyes screwing shut and head falling back onto his shoulder as his fingers trail down your front, inching closer and closer to your sweet spot, your heart thundering in your ears.

“Fuck me,” you hear Ochako say— probably to Deku, considering the tone of her voice— but you feel her dainty hands on your thighs, eyes snapping open to see her lips wrap around one of your nipples.

“Ocha—” you squeak, but she sends you a heated look, sucks and licks feverishly at your chest. Bakugo’s chest rumbles against your back in a growl, cock grinds between your cheeks, hands holding you by the hips, keeping you still, long fingers positively bruising.

“Lay her down,” Ochako says to him, taffy eyes glaring past you to look at him, before her focus softens on you. “I’m gonna lick your pussy while Izu fucks me. Is that okay?”

“Ah, yeah,” you nod, embarrassed even considering the events that have already unfolded. Ochako squeaks in delight and turns to relay the information to Deku, and you’re sinking down onto your ass, kicking your legs out as Bakugo does the same behind you; his broad chest a wall for you to lean against.

“Bout to get eaten out by your best friend,” he whispers in your ear, heated and cocky. “How’s that feel?”

Your face burns, “if I weren’t here, it woulda been you with Izuku’s balls in your mouth.” You do your best to snap back, but your voice is hoarse, hands resting on his as he runs them up your thighs and spreads your legs apart.

“Fat chance,” he snorts, chuckling as he rests his chin on your shoulder, eyes wandering down your exposed skin greedily.

“Kinda glad we messed up, huh baby?” Deku grins, kissing at Ochako’s neck before she can fall into position between your legs.

She replies something breathy, but you’re too caught up in Bakugo: his fingers on your thighs, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin at your hip dips, then inwards, dangerously close to the sensitive lips of your sex as Ochako watches intently.

Then her soft fingers are drawing up your legs, and your eyes shoot down to hers, your breath catching in your throat.

“You can back out,” she says gently, giving you one last chance to bolt. But Deku catches your eye, on his ass behind her, watching with baited breath as she crawls up to you, and you can feel Bakugo’s body ready and waiting behind you.

And it makes you feel powerful.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” You ask, tossing the proverbial ball into her court.

“To be honest? I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” she bats her lashes up at you and your breath hitches, her petal lips kissing the inside of your knee as she closes in on you, as she slides up so close you can feel her cool breath on the heated skin by your folds.

“Fuck,” slips from Bakugo’s lips, his hands sliding up to slowly squeeze your breasts as Ochako’s fingers toy with your outer labia, her tongue peeking from between pink lips as she surveys your sex like it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever seen.

“You’ve got a pretty pussy,” she grins, licking her lips. You’re momentarily distracted when Deku starts pumping himself in his fist, eyes glued to the both of you, but seconds later that little tongue is licking a tentative stripe up your slit, and her manicured nails are digging into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh, my god…” you breathe, slamming your eyes shut, head falling back against Bakugo as you fight to keep your legs splayed. It tickles, she’s kitten licking you, lapping at your cunt as she explores it, curiosity out-weighting the need to get you off.

“Feel good?” Comes Bakugo’s rumbling voice. You open your eyes and glance sideways at him, annoyed that he knows you wanna beg for more, for harder, for faster. “Tell her what you need,” he urges.

“I-I’m gonna put it in,” Deku stammers, your attention flying back to him, to the angry blush on his face and chest, the way his hand sprawls Ochako’s lower back as he pumps himself with the other.

“I thought it’d taste weird,” she blinks up at you, “but you taste good—”

“Oh my god, Ochako, please—” you begin, mortified, only for her to press her open mouth against you and start tonguing at your entrance, your plea rising into a longing moan as pleasure rockets through your veins. Your eyes roll and you slam a hand to your mouth, only to have it torn away and pinned to your thigh by one of Bakugo’s, his other hand tilting your face towards him, his tongue snaking into your mouth.

Then Ochako’s moaning, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as the sensation of two tongues inside you at the same time has you both tensing and melting simultaneously. Ochako’s nails grind into your skin as your toes flex, and you vaguely begin to hear Deku’s slow grunts, feel the rhythmic pressing of her face against your cunt as she’s fucked into you.

Your arms move to loop around Bakugo’s neck, but he’s inching away from you, taking your hands in his and laying you down as he slides off the bed, tugging you so your head is hanging off the edge a little. One of his hands leaves yours and he’s thumbing at your mouth, drawing saliva from your bottom lip and spreading it around, eyes half-lidded.

You know what he wants; you can see how hard he is, even upside down. His thumb slips into your mouth and you suck on it, tongue lathing lazily, your free hand reaching his briefs and palming him to the same rhythm as your tongue on his thumb. A taste of what’s to come.

“Yeah?” Ruby eyes stare down at you, and he takes his thumb back, poising to rid himself of his underwear.

“Mmm,” you mumble back, licking your lips, throwing your head back further and opening your jaw to him, giving him easier access to your throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hastily dropping his dacks, long, thick cock bobbing free, pumping it slowly with his strong fingers. “So fucking sexy,”

You just laugh in return, reaching for his hips as he closes in on you, as he rubs that smooth, spongey head of his cock across your smiling lips. Your tongue snakes out to taste him— salty, bitter, all man— and you purr, nails digging into his ass, as he slowly slides in.

Ochako’s tongue slips out of your cunt and she purses her lips around your clit, your whole body tensing just as his thick— shit, so thick— cock hits the back of your throat, a needy whine unable to escape your chest.

“G-god,” comes from Deku’s mouth, “put your… f-fingers inside her, baby,” he pants between breathy moans. “M-make her cum.”

“S-slower, Izu—“ she groans back, finally giving your pussy a break, head bobbing up before resting on your heated thigh. “‘m s-so close,”

“Ah, hold out, pink cheeks,” Bakugo grunts, thick fingers bracing himself under your jaw, his thumbs behind your ears. “You’re the one who said it was her turn; make true on that, huh?”

“You’re such a—“

Another squeal lodges in your throat when her face is pushed— hard— against your pussy, bitter laughter flowing from Bakugo’s lips, and a needy, drawn out whine, pulling from Deku’s.

“‘ts it, baby,” Deku grinds out, voice gravelly as she starts to work your cunt again, tongue thick and sloppy against your core. “G-god you look so sexy eating her out. R-right Kacchan?”

“Shut up, Deku, f-fuck—“ Bakugo hisses, going deep— too deep— his heavy balls slapping against your nose, your forehead; tears escape the corners of your eyes, travel down your forehead and get lost in your hairline.

Ochako breaks away from you again, a high-pitched whine sliding from her lips, “c-cumming!” And she’s collapsing against your leg again, her heaving breaths filling the room along with Bakugo’s grunts.

But then she’s moving—you can’t see shit— and she’s either recovered, or that’s Deku’s mouth tonguing your cunt, his thick fingers working their way into your sloppy little hole, wriggling around until you—

“Mmmph!” you tense up, and Bakugo eases up on the face-fucking, slides out of you and slaps his heavy cock against your cheek. “N-no, if you do th-that—“ you whine desperately, propping yourself up on your elbows and staring helplessly down at Deku, who’s fingers are moving inhumanly quick, green eyes staring up at you as his mouth finds your clit.

Bakugo swallows your sob with his lips, his hands smoothing hair from your face as he kneels next to you on the bed, probably trying to distract you from the magic Deku’s working between your legs.

“B-Bakugo, I’m—’m gonna—“ you reach for him, tears in your eyes as Deku kisses your skin; your stomach, your ribs, a nipple’s sucked into his mouth.

“Get back down there,” Bakugo grunts, pushing at his mop of green hair, but you’re wriggling out of the blonde’s grasp, thighs clamping around Deku’s wrist as your orgasm slams into you, back arching, heels of your hands pressing into your eyes as you moan and gasp, waves of ecstasy rolling through your bones.

“You fuckwit!” Bakugo hisses, white-knuckling the sheets, glare fixed on Deku.

“Aw, c’mon, Kaachan, she can go more than once,” Deku laughs from above you, taking your shaky wrists in his big hands. “You okay?” He asks, voice soft, soothing, calming.

“I,” you start, nodding, wiping tears from your face, “y-yeah,”

“Yeah? Move.” Bakugo growls, barreling into Deku, pushing him—laughing— off of you, so Bakugo can man-handle you, picking you up and walking backwards to the couch, sitting down and helping you straddle him.

“Izu, ‘m tired,” comes a groggy moan from Ochako; Deku soothes her with some shushing and soft mouth noises, but Bakugo doesn’t let you rest.

“Shitty fucking Deku,” he mumbles, fisting his cock in his hand, “you want a real orgasm?” He asks, pulling you out of your post-orgasmic haze, laughter bubbling up your throat.

“I’m pretty sure I just had one?” You lean towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slide your body closer to his—breasts to chest—a smile growing on your face as you register the blush dusting his, his little pout. “I bet,” you kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, “that you wanna cum, hm?”

A guttural groan slides from his throat when you lean back and your smaller hand wraps around his; then you’re guiding the angry tip of his cock towards your sex, sliding it against your slippery folds as you raise your hips, tongue wetting your lips.

“Hurry up,” he huffs, jutting his hips up, far too impatient for his own good.

“Just be happy I’m letting you do me raw, footy jerk,” you snip, before the head of his cock catches against your hole and you begin to lower your hips, gasping and gnawing at your bottom lip as he slowly stretches you open.

You’re almost flush with his thighs when hands ghost over your ass and lips press to the back of your neck. Your head reels around to meet green eyes, before shooting to the bed and surveying your best friend’s sleeping form, her head on the pillow, blanket draped over her naked body.

“What are you doing?” You whisper as his hands wander, his lips quirking into a grin.

“She’s asleep, it’s fine,” he assures you, adding: “we’re not technically dating, so don’t worry.”

“Deku, if you fuck this up for me, I’m shoving your stupid fucking head down the toilet,” Bakugo growls, pulling you back against his chest, one hand fisting your hair, the other hovering protectively over your back as he thrusts the rest of his dick up into your cunt.

You yelp—feeling far too full— but Deku just laughs at his childhood friend’s inability to share, “I just want to play with her ass, Kacchan; ‘s that okay?”

“God, I— I don’t wanna hear your fucking voice,” he snaps, tugging your head back by your hair and crashing his lips to yours, swallowing your wanton moans and cries as he takes over the sliver of control you had being on top, and thrusts up into you.

It’s dizzying, intoxicating. Bakugo’s hands are rough and forceful, his cock still stretching you, the ridges and veins touching parts of you that have never been so stimulated, his tongue bullying yours in the best way. Then Deku reminds you he’s there, wet finger prodding at your asshole, rubbing around your rim gently, slowly— so very slowly— pressing the tip in, breaching the tight ring of muscle.

“So… damn tight,” he breathes, lips tickling your ear as Bakugo throws his head back against the sofa with a needy whine.

“I can,” he gasps, red eyes glaring past you to where Deku’s breathing on your neck. “I can feel your fucking finger,”

“Is it good?” He asks, wriggling what feels like another finger— slick with something slimier than spit— into your ass.

“Ahn… T-too much—“ you gasp, nails digging into Bakugo’s shoulders, clawing into his back as you struggle to get closer to him, trying to escape the intrusion behind you.

But Bakugo’s laughing, his hands groping and spreading your asscheeks, slowing the heavy snap of his hips as Deku writhes his fingers, before he adds a third.

“N-no…” you whine, Bakugo attacking your neck with warm, wet kisses and slow, deliberate bites that are surely gonna show for days after this. “Oh— oh my god, please...” You sob, both men halting their actions to soothe you with gentler kisses, softer, more tender.

“Can—“ Deku starts, takes a deep breath against the shell of your ear. “Can I fuck your ass?”

For some reason, you look to Bakugo for the green light, eyes wide, brows tented in a silent plea.

“Be fucking gentle,” the blonde hisses at his friend. “Don’t think I won’t punch you in your shitty fucking face.”

“Okay,” Deku breathes, beginning to thrust his fingers again, “alright…” he mumbles, stretching you out. “It’s okay, I’ll b-be gentle,” he whispers, voice going even lower as he mutters soft words against your spine, sending goose flesh across your skin. “Kacchan, I— I can feel your dick inside her,” he adds, voice wavering.

“Fuck,”

“B-Bakugo,” you almost sob— still warming his cock— overcome with the need to cum, your orgasm so close it hurts, Deku’s thick digits stuffing you full. “Y-you gotta fuck me… f-fast,” you plead, squirming in his hands, rocking your hips best you can with Deku’s fingers in your ass. “Wanna cum…”

“I think she’s ready,” Deku groans, slipping his fingers out, before sliding them back in, giving the three digits a twist. “Can you feel that, Kacchan?”

You gasp and cling to Bakugo as he takes his fingers out slowly and presses the plane of his chest to your back, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he breathes, kissing your shoulder, the back of your neck.

“Anal?”

“No,” he laughs at Bakugo’s question. “Chako and I do it all the ti—“

“Yeah, I don’t care?” The blonde cuts him off gruffly.

Deku chuckles, “you asked, though?”

“C-can— god, please do something!” You whine, frustration taking over, nails digging into Bakugo’s traps as you rock your hips, your mound grinding against his pubes.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Bakugo grunts, lifting your hips and slamming you back down, eliciting a yelp from your throat as his cockhead slams against your cervix. “Got a little distracted by this... asshat.”

“I’m gonna,” Deku breathes, rubbery cock sliding against your asshole. “Put it in..?” He asks, unsure.

“You want it?” Bakugo asks, lifting you back up, holding you in suspense.

“Huh? I,” you glance back at Deku, see him crouching behind you, thick cock poised to slide into you, his wide eyes begging you to say yes.

“You gotta tell him you want it,” Bakugo breathes, lips against your cheek.

Your whole body is ablaze and you’re embarrassed, turned on, and still a little tipsy. It’s a situation you never thought you’d be in, but there’s a gnawing in the back of your brain that’s begging you to tell him—

“Fuck me, Midoriya,” you whisper, before turning back to Bakugo and pressing your mouth to his, your hands grasping the sides of his face before pulling away, “d-distract me?”

But Deku’s already pushing, the thick cock you were servicing earlier sliding slowly into your empty hole, Bakugo hissing as he feels him entering, pressing against his cock, pressing it more snugly against your g-spot.

“Oh my god,” you’re whining breathlessly, clutching onto Bakugo for dear life, unsure if you really like the intrusion, if the numb, pain-like sensation is really gonna get you off.

“Shit, it’s— it’s too fucking tight,”

“Y-yeah, I don’t know if I’ll be able to move, Kacchan,”

“Just—“ Bakugo takes a hand off your ass, runs it up your side and gently caresses your breast. “If you keep tensing up, it’s gonna hurt all of us,” he knocks his forehead against yours, meets your eyes. “Got it?”

“It’s… weir— Ah!” You yelp, Deku forcing himself in all at once, knocking you into Bakugo, pressing you into him, Deku’s front flush with your back.

“Ah, shit,” Bakugo hisses, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ll pull out… then when I push back in,”

“I’ll pull out; got it.” Deku finishes.

And even though you heard the exchange, feeling it is a completely different story.

“Ahn—n-no, I— I can’t, I can’t, this is too much, I’m gonna die!” You garble as they move in tandem, your already heated body starting to grow slick with sweat— both yours and theirs.

But you don’t really want them to stop because you’ve never felt so full in your life, never felt so good in your life. You never thought you’d hear Bakugo Katsuki grunting in your ear as he helps keep you up on your knees, his teeth and tongue grazing your jawline, as he fucks your pussy; never thought you’d have Midoriya Izuku gripping your hips so hard, whiny mouth sucking marks into your skin as his cock stretches your ass.

It’s too much. It’s too much, but Bakugo still finds the need to snake his hand down between your bodies, still feels he’s gotta play your clit like a fine-tuned instrument.

Tears and drool slip down your face, then you’re howling as pure, white-hot bliss has your whole body tensing, both men groaning hoarsely as you contract around them, fingers digging into your skin as their thrusts grow harder, sloppier, faster, then stop completely.

Your body is boneless, your fucked-out form collapsing against Bakugo with a contented sigh as Deku falls back onto his ass, the room suddenly silent.

“Want a water, Kacchan?” Deku asks moments later, only to be met with an affirmative grunt.

Then you feel something dribble out of you, slide down your thigh, “who,” you frown, clearing your scratchy throat, wobbly arms pushing you off of Bakugo. “Who came inside me?”

Bakugo does his best at trying to conceal a grin, large hands resting on your hips lifting you, his softening cock slipping out of your pussy, followed by another dribble. “Uh, we both did.” He says, sending you a half-sorry look.

“Ugh,” you spit, collapsing against him again. “That’s so gross.”

“‘ts okay,” Deku says, closer, resting a bottle of water on your head, which Bakugo quickly snatches away. “I’ve got this.”

Your core clenches when you feel Deku’s tongue slide up your inner thigh and slurp up the cum, Bakugo’s knees spreading further apart to accommodate his friend’s size. He’s moaning, and you’re watching him over your shoulder, face furiously hot as he loses himself in your creampie, tongue scooping up as much as he can, swallowing it with a moan.

“M-Midoriya, I can shower,” you mumble, ridiculously embarrassed, as Bakugo’s hands spread you apart.

“You like eating cum, huh, Deku?” The blonde grins, watching his friend with morbid curiosity.

Green eyes blink up at the two of you, “ah, I just wanted to try it.” He shrugs, a finger sliding back into your ass, sending you rigid, before he adds another and starts to scoop the cum out, licking his fingers and circling back to your cunt, sucking and licking Bakugo’s seed up as well.

“Oh..” you moan, embarrassed by how slow and deliberate he is, how gentle even his fingers are.

But before Deku can finish what he started, Bakugo stands, lifting you with him, Deku’s fingers slipping out of you. “Let’s do this in the shower, we’re all sweaty and I’m feeling left out.”

“But I’m tired,” you whine, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, weightless in his thick, corded arms.

“I’m… uh,” Deku chuckles, smiles nervously at you when you meet his gaze. “I’m hard again.”

You gape, bleary-eyed, up at Bakugo, and he grins, “if this loser’s goin again, so am I.”

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

For some reason, doing the walk of shame with Bakugo is worse than doing it alone. Everytime you look at him, you’re reminded of how you acted, what you did, how you did it.

The pair of you bolted from the room when Ochako woke up and found you all sitting on the balcony playing Never-Have-I-Ever, a very drunk Deku announcing his undying love for her— but can he fuck you again?

She said she didn’t mind.

So now, you’re walking through the city with a guy you thought wouldn't be caught dead talking to you, nervous energy pouring out of you in waves as you’re reminded of what happened in the room. As you overthink the million different ways you can gracefully accept him turning you down.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, looks down at his phone screen. “Do you like pancakes?”

You blink at him.

“I—I mean, shit, uh, do you—“ a heavy sigh, “it’s 2am, are you hungry?” He manages to say, unable to look you in the eye.

“Uh, yeah,” you nod, your eyes darting between his pouty face and your shoes. “I could eat.”

He smiles, but it’s fleeting, like he doesn’t want you to know he’s actually glad you’re taking him up on his offer. “Cool,” he nods slowly, stepping closer to you, gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips, then back to his shoes. “Uh, I know a place.”

You can’t control the way your face heats, or the grin that grows on your lips when you notice the faint dusting of pink across his features. “Cool,” you say back, thinking how ridiculously backwards this seems.

“Cool,” he repeats, nodding, shoving his hands in his pockets and leading the way.

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roselover2525

4 years ago

🌹 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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