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“we should call out of work together one day, just spend a day fucking.” you suggest to bakugou one day when he returns from work as you’re setting food down at his place on the table. “what do you say?”

bakugou grunts and points out that you and him have sex on the regular, that there’s no need to take time off just to fuck for a whole day. he doesn’t pay your suggestion much mind at first. he works, comes home, spends time with you, and then he rests.

however there comes a stressful period from his agency. things are slightly fucked with an underground villain organization that his team is trying to keep tabs on so his schedule gets rearranged as he helps lead the case on the activity. suddenly he’s not seeing you as often, coming in unreasonably late at night when you’re already asleep, or you’re coming home just as he’s leaving. you’re only able to have a few minutes with each other before he has to go. maybe even a quickie if the two of you are really lucky but even those leave the both of you slightly unsatisfied.

it’s just not enough time together.

it’s a whole month of this fucked up routine, and it’s when he sees your engagement ring sitting in your little jewelry tray in the bathroom when bakugou recalls your words and decides that he needs it.

he trudges into his home again at four in the morning, dropping his work bag by the couch and running his hands down his face that’s coupled with an exhausted sigh. his eyes are tired, his back aches a little, and he’s a little hungry but can’t be bothered with eating a meal at this time. all he wants to do is rest next to you.

bakugou wants his old schedule back.

after he’s showered, bakugou is careful to not jostle you too much as he joins you in bed. his heart clenches a little as he sees you curled up on his side of the bed, your face smushed into his pillow and even wearing one of his shirts are your pajamas. fuck—he misses you.

so he picks up his phone, using the last of his energy to send a text to kirishima and a sidekick in a small groupchat.

[04:47] calling out for two days. keep it together until i get back or else.

kirishima will be unquestioning to his request seeing as bakugou had done a similar favor for him when he was getting burnt out from the agency too.

his phone is put on do not disturb and is set with the screen facing down on the bedside table. bakugou is careful to move you back to your side of the bed, pressing a kiss to your temple to soothe you when you groan unpleasantly. he’s happy to sink into the warmth of the bed and he pulls you in close, falling asleep quicker than he could have anticipated.

you normally wake up at seven and you’re pretty good at hopping out of bed to start your day. this morning is not as easy, not when you wake up to bakugou having practically trapped you against him. it’s nice though, so so nice considering the schedule he’s had lately. he has to rest though from his late night and you have to be ready for work, so you try to peel his arms off you.

oh his arms… so fucking strong and built, they feel so good to be wrapped around your waist but you have to go.

when you attempt a second time to get out of his hold, you let out a small yelp when your fiancé tightens his hold and grunts, “stay.”

“katsuki, i can’t,” your voice rasps with sleepiness, trying to shake it off along with your hulking hero soon-to-be-husband off you, “gotta get ready for work.”

“stay.” bakugou repeats himself a little more firmly.

you sigh out loud and attempt a third time to get out of his hold. you’re surprised when he pushes you to lie back on the bed and he cages you with his body, looking down at you with dark bags under his eyes. almost fed up, you’re about to yell at him but he speaks first, “call out, i miss you and i’m gonna fuck you all day.”

his words are familiar but in the moment, you can’t recall from when you heard them. it has a reaction on you, has you aching and clenching your legs together as you look up at him. “you need rest, you got home late.”

“i’ll sleep when i feel like it. i just fucking miss you.” he croons, leaning down to nose at your cheek and then inhale the scent of your lotion that he can still smell faintly on your skin, “call out.”

oh god, you are tempted but you want him to sleep and you have a scheduled call with all the other managers for your work today. “katsuki, get some sleep baby. i can make dinner tonight when i get home and-“ you try to convince him to get rest but he speaks over you.

“c’mon, fuck on my cock and show me how much you miss me.”

you’re finally convinced.

it only takes thirty seconds to send a text with a reasonable excuse to your lead manager that you won’t be in for the next two days. you know that they’ll say no problem to you since you’ve hardly called out of work since you earned your promotion within the last year. and besides, there’s always other people calling out anyway so now it’s your fucking turn.

plus you know… you’re dynamight’s fiancée so you should get to flex that occasionally.

everything is frenzied now that the two of you know you have the next 48 hours with one another. no work, no meetings, no emails—just the two of you finally together.

the kisses are desperate, clothes are flung off and thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor, and bakugou is lying on his back as he grabs your hips to have you sit on his face. to have him hold you like this again has you excited, moaning loudly in relief as your fiancé eagerly eats you out. your hips roll to glide his tongue along your pussy, his big hands sliding up from your hips and cupping just right underneath your tits, one of his thumbs leisurely petting just right underneath your breast.

“oh god, oh god! fuck, s’good!” your breath is low, speaking more to yourself and lewdly moaning when bakugou roughly grabs your tits.

“missed this pussy on my face,” bakugou groans from beneath in between licks, “missed my fucking girls right here.”

ugh it’s so corny how he refers to your breasts but in the moment you find it grossly endearing. sometimes when you were cooking, bakugou would come up behind you and put his hands under your shirt just to grope at you. sometimes you would get genuinely annoyed at him for intruding in your space but with him being so busy in the last month, you had missed it more than you thought you would have.

it’s almost embarrassing how easily you cum on his tongue but bakugou has no complaints, practically drinking it up as he continues to eat away at you. as much as you relieved to get eaten out again, you were aching even more for his cock in your mouth. hopping off his face, you feel your mouth drool upon seeing your fiancé’s hard cock flushed a rosy red at the tip as it twitches against his lower stomach.

“pumpkin, hold on i want to you to—fuck!” bakugou wanted your cunt right away but he throws his head back against the pillows when you immediately deepthroat his cock. just as he had eagerly eaten you out to show how much he missed you, you were enthusiastically taking him into your throat. bakugou almost feels like a virgin with the way he’s reacting, finding himself a little sensitive that he hadn’t gotten properly sucked off in a while thanks to those shitty villains that showed on the radar for some real serious shit.

bakugou swears he’s gonna rip them apart with his own hands once they’re located for keeping him and his fiancée apart this long.

his chest rises and falls quickly, one of his hands clenching a fist as we he wills himself to not cum. but god, your mouth feels so good on his cock and he hasn’t had a proper nut in a while. the quickies he had with you along with the secret hurried fisting on his dick while on the job just weren’t cutting it. finding some semblance of control, bakugou grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you off.

“katsukiiii!” you whine out his name in a small drawl, letting out a petulant little noise that makes him coo over you, “i want more!”

bakugou hushes you gently, guiding you back over to him until he’s got you hovering over his cock. “sit on it baby, give that fucking pussy to me.” he urges you with a tone of desperation in his voice, “c’mon, fuck!”

slowly you ease onto his cock, your eyes fluttering as the tip breaches you and the stretch of your fiancé has you excited. a month isn’t necessarily a long time but when neither of you hadn’t been able to not even spend at least fifteen minutes together in the entirety since his fucked up schedule, it ends up feeling like a lifetime has passed.

your hands rest on bakugou’s pecs, needing the leverage as you sit back fully onto his cock, gasping in surprise when you already cum on him.

“oh fuck, ya missed me that much sweetheart? you only put it in and you’re already cumming again?” bakugou breathlessly laughs, using his strong hands to lift you up slightly and slamming you down. he relishes in your gasp and how your cunt is already soaking wet—it’s dripping right where’s got you plugged and onto his balls. one would think that it’s a little cruel that he repeats the motion a few times, still getting the same result as you start to lose your mind from becoming sensitive already, but he’s been missing this and missing you.

you manage to get some semblance of your brain back, pushing off bakugou’s hands and put in the work of riding him yourself. there’s no work that you need to get to later on—nothing that’s going to get in the way between you and him!

“missed you, katsuki! missed you, missed you!” your words are desperate and your cunt is eager to milk your fiancé’s cock. you ride him hard, even as your legs start to tire and you can feel a thin sheen of sweat start to form on your body, you don’t want to stop. you take him in, watching bakugou become equally overwhelmed. his eyes shut and his mouth drops open to groan, but when he attempts to open his eyes it seems that he doesn’t know where to look.

he loves watching your cunt swallow his dick, he loves how your tits bounce in his face when you fuck him like this, and he loves looking at your face as you—

smack!

“ah shit, the fuck was that for babe?” bakugou curses but he was actually exhilarated from you slapping him. normally he’s the one slapping your cheeks, but it’s not unheard of for you to give him the same treatment occasionally.

“you-you missed tasting wedding cakes with me! it was scheduled this month and you couldn’t make it!” you huff out, sitting back again onto his dick and this time shaking your hips. the little motion makes his eyes roll back but he manages to hiss out ‘m sorry baby…

oh fuck, you’re right. he had it marked off in his calendar three months prior but this stupid schedule wrecked everything! and who knows if you’ve had to reschedule or postpone certain things that are needed for the wedding all because of him.

once bakugou is back to work, he is definitely going to kill those stupid villain fuckers.

he stutters apologies, canting his hips up to meet yours and fucking you from the bottom. “sorry, fucking sorry baby… tell me everything that i missed. everything.”

“r-right now?” you shudder and then yelp when bakugou seizes control, putting you on your back and leaning over you, “tell you now?”

“no stupid, tell me when we’re not fucking.” bakugou tuts, deciding that you’re way too coherent with his dick in you. so he rams himself into you, deep into cunt and hearing another wet squelch that drips onto his cock and is gonna make a wet spot on the bed. he’s got plans to make you cum more, to make you squirt, to make you lose your voice from screaming for him but only after he listens to all the updates he’s missed for the last month.

he is going to fuck you as much as he can for the next two days.

bakugou misses your tight walls clinging onto him, sometimes clenching so hard that he has to wait for you to relax a little so that he can keep on moving. soft and wet and warm, he’s been obsessed with your pussy since the first date he had with you. he’s been in love with you for the last three years and he’s going to keep on loving you forever.

right now though, he just really really wants to fuck you for himself.

the frenzied fucking is everything that he’s been missing, watching as your head digs into the pillow and your body starts to shake. you were babbling a little earlier but now you’re so fucked out that you can only make sounds, no discernible words can be formed in your head or out loud. he’s got you suspended in ecstasy, drowning in a sea of rapture, and just absolutely stupid from his cock.

“missed this sloppy lil, pussy. fucking love this pussy, all fucking mine.”

bakugou reaches in between your bodies, knowing that he’s about to make you undone. he rubs the pad of his thumb against your clit in tandem with his thrusts. it’s like you’re renewed, your eyes widening in a brief moment of clarity at the new stimulation, taking in the onslaught of pleasure that’s surging up and down your body.

you wail for him, your toes curling and your back arching high off the bed. your cunt spasms around his cock, hugging him tightly before your orgasm crashes hard onto you. one of your arms manages to clutch onto bakugou and pulls him in close, your nails dragging down hard against his back.

that makes him come undone, fucking hard into you still as thick ropes of cum fill you. even as he cums, his fingers still work on your clit but you can barely manage to take anymore before slapping his hand away instinctively to stop overstimulating you.

your fiancé’s body is a pleasant weight that drops on you, the both of you catching your breath after some mind blowing sex. bakugou feels your hands soothe over his back. your touch is relaxing and what he’s been needing this entire time. he decides to stay like this until his cock finally softens inside you.

bakugou pulls out and rolls over to his side of the bed, pulling up the blankets to help cover you up while you still try to get yourself in order. he basks in the glow that he’s sure is radiating off of him, like a knot that’s finally massaged out of his neck, like a joint that finally cracks and gives you some relief when you stretch.

yeah… he’s been needing this.

the two of you are up on your feet and hour later, barely clothed in your own home as you walk around in an oversized sweatshirt and he leaves the bedroom only wearing his favorite sweats. bakugou is at the stove as he cooks breakfast and you’re catching him up on some of the things he’s missed on your side while you make a dirty chai for him.

“i can order a wedding cake sampler and have it delivered here, how does that sound? seeing as you missed the actual tasting.” you offer to your fiancé, stirring up his chai for him before setting it to the side, “comes with twelve flavors for us to try.”

“yeah, why not? i don’t think we’ve ever sat around just eating cake before.” bakugou agrees as he plates the second omelette that’s meant for you.

“it’s not just cake we’re eating, katsuki! it’s for the wedding! we need to choose what we think everyone will enjoy.” you chide him playfully as you set up the table for the two you. bakugou likes the setup of the little breakfast nook, but he leaves for the bathroom to fetch one thing that will make everything complete.

he picks up your engagement ring from your jewelry tray.

although bakugou is the one who decided to call off work suddenly, he can’t help but glance at his phone anyway for any updates. and he gets a single text from kirishima-

[9:01] good news! we’re off the hook for now with the case—managed to get todoroki’s agency to help rotate the watch too. enjoy your days off bro!

bakugou is grateful but he only sends it in the form of a thumbs up reaction to the text. he knows that kirishima appreciates it anyway and is probably just as relieved.

so he walks back to have breakfast with you, deciding to withhold the news from you for now as he tells you to put your ring on. and it feels right again to sit down and eat with you, drink from his favorite mug, and to be actually relaxed for the first time in a month.

“mmkay, the cakes are gonna be delivered by one! and i know it’s us choosing together, but i really liked the strawberry mousse with white cake as an option.”

he’s still got the next 40-something hours with you to fuck you as much as he wants and to make up all the time he’s missed.

#bakugou

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Rightful Heir (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader) (Medieval AU)

Words: 7.3k // MDNI!!

Tw: smut, dark content, arranged marriage (not between the main pair), noncon (not between the main pair), All Might is the villain here, "just produce me an heir" fertility themes/breeding (not the sexy way), servant/noble relationship, infidelity, amnesia, unprotected sex, physical assault, pregnancy, All Might is the worst in this I swear fr be warned, hurt/a little tiny comfort, childhood friends, open end

Note: this has been in the drafts nice november pls don't let it flop

Little feet waddle through the castle causing mischief and laughter alike.

Your hand is in his as he runs ahead. You follow his example. Always striving after the dark head of this. He is your best friend. He is your star in the dark.

Your hand slips from his but your pinkies stay locked together. You are inseparable. The next leaders of this realm. You will always have each other. You will always be connected.

“Tenko–”

“Don't worry!” He beams and grabs your hand again. “I won't ever let you go!” He looks back at you, flashing that reassuring smile of his. It puts you at ease during thunderstorms and when you startle awake from a gruesome dream. It is his magic.

You make it to the garden and fall into the tall grass. Your hands are still locked together as you stare up at the sky. The late summer sun cascades down on the two of you like a blessing.

“You will be my bride, yeah?” Tenko says.

“Not this again,” you roll your eyes.

“But I love you!” He protests.

“Ew!” Your little nose scrunches and you giggle.

“I'll make you so happy just you see! I promise with my whole heart!” Tenko declares with the grandeur of a future king and the innocence of the little boy he is. “And I become the best knight too! So I can always protect you!”

“You better keep your promise! Maybe then I'll be your bride.”

It was all so easy then.

》》》》

Tomura bows low when his lord enters the chamber. He has perfected it, knows exactly what to do to please. That is why he rose in the ranks so quickly.

Tomura is a good servant and Lord Yagi has come to trust and maybe even value Tomura. It is an honor of course… one beyond measure but Tomura has never realized what it meant until this day.

Lord Yagi is in a gloomy mood as he sits upon the throne. That wouldn't be out of the ordinary, Toshinori Yagi is a hot blooded man with a short fuse and explosive manners but his frustration is different today.

Tomura knows his lord's various forms of rage and tyranny… this now is quiet and thoughtful and much scarier than the outright violence he usually implores.

“Young Shigaraki, I have a special task for you,” Toshinori Yagi's voice rumbles through the throne hall. Some say he has won battles with just his voice, making grown men crumble.

“Yes, my liege,” Tomura is quick to come closer and kneel. “How may I humbly serve you, sir?”

“I need you to be on Lady (Y/N)’s personal staff from now on.”

Tomura's eyes widen and he looks at his king for a brief moment before cowering. “My lord, I could never. No man but you is allowed–”

Toshinori Yagi laughs. He loves to laugh. His reign brings sorrows and darkness but he values laughter so much. It is a sick sound… evil and twisted. It sends shivers down spines. “Young Shigaraki, you prove again why it needs to be you. I need someone to report to me. These hags have all taken a motherly liking to Lady (Y/N) and I fear they are not providing me the full truth in their reports… they may even influence her. I need you to be my ears. It has been months and the lady will not submit to me.”

“I understand, sir. But will they not be suspicious?” Tomura asks. His heart is pounding so loudly. He hopes the sire doesn't hear. Lady (Y/N)... being in her presence is equal to that of a goddess. She is the fairest and most kind of the land. There are rumors about her having magical abilities. Her blood has the purest claim on the throne Yagi sits upon.

“Quick witted as always. I have constructed a lie that shall free you of any suspicion,” Toshinori gets up.

“Of course you have, my liege. I am so grateful you put this much trust in me,” Tomura breathes. “I will not disappoint you, sir.”

“I know… otherwise your head will roll, kid.”

》》》》

Tomura might die.

He always thought he would die by committing a mistake and being beheaded on the spot, that his death would be a direct result of angering the All Mighty Lord.

But now? He might die out of nervousness and just utter apprehension as well as anticipation. He shouldn't be allowed in your vicinity. It is so beyond mad.

The attending Ladies all swallowed the bait. Sir All Might destroyed the water and coal system on purpose and since Lady (Y/N) resides in the north tower they need the extra manpower. They are all nice. Tomura does feel a little bad for being a snake but his lord's command is what he follows.

“The lady might still be in her nightgown, just so you know, Tomura,” Yuki, the youngest of the bunch, giggles.

Tomura's cheeks heat up. “I am not allowed to look at her,” he says plainly. “Or talk to her except for introductions.”

“She won't like that,” Jana hums, the oldest.

They enter and Tomura does not dare to look toward the bed. He is so scared. Your voice alone reaches so deep inside his chest.

“Good morning, my ladies,” you hum. “Are you all feeling–” you spot the man and your head tilts.

Tomura bows low, eyes glued to the tiles on the floor. “Y-your grace, I am Tomura Shigaraki. I was appointed to help your attending ladies with the heavy labor. It is an honor to serve in your presence that I am not worthy of.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Tomura, please rise and be at ease. You have nothing to fear from me.”

Tomura holds his breath. Hearing you say his name… his ears should be cut off. So gentle and soft… oddly familiar.

“He is not allowed to talk or look at you, my lady,” Yuki says, amused.

“Is that so?” You say and then Tomura hears footsteps until feet, your feet, appear in his vision. He tenses.

“Yagi-sama is not around and no one will tell. So, where are you from, Tomura-san?” You ask. “Is your family well? Can it be I have seen you before?”

He gulps. He can smell your soft perfume, your white nightgown pools around your feet. Even that is godly. You are about as tall as he is, a bit smaller.

You bend forward, your hair falling over your shoulder, as you try to scoot into Tomura's field of vision. Oh god. He will get his eyes scooped out. Tomura squeezes them shut.

“You're no fun, Tomura-san,” you pout audibly. The ladies laugh. You turn away. “But alas, I do not want to make you more uncomfortable. I appreciate the hard work you do for me. So please… if you need anything… new garments or medical care, I can ask for it. Don't be shy to ask. Or tell Jana.”

He sighs in utter relief. How will he survive? But your offer is so utterly kind. No one has ever said that to him. He just doesn't understand why you would even ask if you have met before… it is impossible. He is so low in status he would never be allowed around you.

Tomura does his work and listens as he is instructed to by the king. However, there is nothing of importance.

By the end of the day, he is alone with you, switching out the coal for the night. You are sitting by the window, almost melancholic. You just stare down toward the courtyard.

“Do you have a favorite season, Tomura-san?” You ask. He stops for a moment but doesn't answer.

“Mine is winter,” you whisper. “I really like winter.” You look at him from the corner of your eyes. “Summers make me sad… Too many good memories.”

Tomura bows and walks to the door. It's then when it happens. A moment of weakness. When he closes the door he looks up. He should be awestruck by your unprecedented beauty, should be losing his senses at your vibrancy but all he sees is the tear that slips over your plump cheek and the utter sadness that clings to you… that dulls you.

He closes the door and his heart runs so fast. You must be younger than him? By a year or two but definitely younger. He always thought that you would be around All Might's age. You look so sad. So utterly sad.

“When she arrived,” Jana says, appearing out of nowhere. “Her brightness rivalled the sun.”

He can imagine it. He sees it like an echo. “What happened?” Tomura looks at Jana with wide eyes. It is an injustice. You shouldn't be sad. You should be made the happiest lady in the land.

“Our majesty happened,” Jana whispers.

Tomura swallows hard, feeling dread spread in his veins.

What has he gotten into?

》》》》

A few days passed and Tomura noticed that you never leave your chambers. He has your daily routine down and it strikes him as weird. You never set foot outside your tower.

“Is Lady (Y/N) ever going outside her chambers?” He eventually asks Yuki as they do the dishes.

“Our king forbids it.”

But why? Why would he? Doesn't King Yagi want you to be happy?

The next days are as mundane as the first. There is nothing out of the ordinary again. You never once even mention King Yagi. You completely regard his existence if it's possible.

It is the same again as every day. Where at the end of the day it is you and Tomura left alone and your sadness peaks through. You could hide it in front of your ladies all day… it tires you out so much.

You haven't tried to talk to Tomura again after the first day. He feels awful about it. He is disobeying his lord with what he is about to do but he needs to if he wants to find out why you won't submit to your king.

“My favorite season is winter too, your grace,” Tomura says with his back turned. “It is easier to put on more clothes… during summer there is only so much you can do. Sweat makes me itchy.”

“Yes, exactly. Afterall, I cannot walk around naked in summer but with ten blanket wrapped around me in winter,” you smile. “Yes. And of course, the spices–”

“And soup,” Tomura nods.

“Yes,” you keep smiling.

“My lady… may I ask why you don't leave your room?” Tomura turns and puts his coal covered hands in his lap. “I apologize–”

“Don't. Our king,” you sigh. “Well, as long as I have not done my duty of bearing his heir, I shall have no privileges.” You say it with such throbbing numbness. Tomura feels a tug in his heart. “Or so he says.”

“I understand.”

But Tomura doesn't. He doesn't understand at all. He did not even comprehend in the slightest what that statement truly meant, what the scopes of Yagi's will mean, until two days later.

They all walk in and to Tomura the world stops. He doesn't understand how Yuki and Jana are able to act like this is normal. They know exactly what to do. They act with routine.

“Get two buckets of water!” Jana orders.

Tomura looks at you then turns and runs down the stairs again. How did this happen? Your face is bruised, your lips cut and swollen and you are in such obvious pain.

When Tomura is back you are sitting on the edge of the bed. Your arms are black and blue as well. You are trembling.

“My lady, I will call the physician at once.”

“I am fine. I just need to– wash up.” You get up but cry out taking the first step. Your knees just give up. Tomura is quick and catches you but his hand on your hip hurts you even more. He sits you on the ground and steps away.

“Y-your grace–”

“Please, leave… All of you… please just leave.” You are trying so hard not to sob.

“My lady–”

“Please! Just go!”

Once the door closes, Yuki starts to sob. “I hate him so much.”

“What?” Tomura whispers. His eyes are wide in shock. He should know. He should know what happened last night. He does… but he cannot accept it.

“The king!”

》》》》

You sit up when you hear the footsteps. They don't sound like his but no one comes to your chambers this late.

Your heart starts pumping and your body floods with fear. You can hardly move. Everything throbs and hurts. If he does this to you again tonight– you will die.

The door opens and Tomura's lanky form stands against the soft torch light spilling in from the hallway. Your grip on the blanket relaxes and you let out a soft breath of relief.

“Your grace,” Tomura kneels, pressing his head to the floor. “I… I am– I did not mean to… startle you, your grace. I am–”

“Get up,” you whisper. “I just thought it was him. Only he comes through that door so late.”

“I apologize! I should have–”

“What are you doing here, Tomura-san?”

Tomura gets up and picks up the bucket of coal. “I… I thought I make sure… you have it warm.”

You nod and lay your head back against the pillow, resuming your curled up position. “I thank you, Tomura-san.”

“I… I thought you would be sleeping, your grace.”

“The pain keeps me up,” you whisper nearly inaudibly.

You don't understand why he acts like this… can he not let you know? Is it safety? Just something…. But maybe you are wrong… and he isn't who you think he is. You know it is impossible… and there is so much wrong in his appearance for him to truly be– him.

And of course… Tenko would never let this happen.

But you need hope.

Tomura walks closer, “here, my lady.”

You frown. “What is it?” You look at the pouch and wonder, sitting up again.

“Some of the servant girls put hot stones in these when their monthly cramps come around… maybe–”

Your hand touches his when you reach out to take the pouch. You can feel him tense. “Thank you.” You lay the cloth on your abdomen and sigh in relief.

“My lady!” Tomura begins. His eyes are wide and his breath short. “Why? Why don't you submit to him? Why do you not–?”

Your smile sympathetically. You like that he asked so openly even if it's not easy to answer. “People like Yagi-sama and I, who get married for political reasons, usually arrange… yes. You are right. But why would I do that? Since arriving, he has given me no promises of safety, has shown no affection or appreciation, he has stripped me of the right to leave this room… I have no privileges. I do not even have the right to my own body. Why shall I give him any privileges in return?” You say sharply but Tomura sees the tear that slips past your cheek. “He has forced himself onto me. Hurt me. I could… I could try to be with him. I could be with him! I know what my role is. It is not that either. I would play the part of his wife but… No. Toshinori Yagi loves power and what he truly wants is for me to give it to him willingly. He wants my submission. But you don't hand your power to someone who abuses it. I will never! My body will heal…. So I fight him.” You shake your head and sniff. “You must think me prideful.”

“Not at all, my lady.”

Your gaze shifts toward him upon hearing his unfiltered voice. It is breathy, rough… even scary. He is well to change it, his unfiltered voice is way too commanding for a servant..

But… he isn't a servant… he is a king– only if he is who you suspect him to be.

“Seeing you like this just hurts, my lady.”

You blush a little, your eyes drop to his lips, the mole, to the scar there too. “I should sleep now,” you whisper, pulling the blanket closer.

“Yes, your grace,” his voice softens out again and he bows. He walks to the door but faintly hears you whisper into the darkness, words that you didn't mean for him to hear. It is a mindless ramble but it hurts Tomura deeply.

“I just crave some tenderness.”

Tomura knows he will be killed for it. He knows. But his body still moves on its own. He turns around and walks up to the bed again. Your eyes are closed as he reaches out and softly strokes over your silk hair.

“Goodnight, my lady,” Tomura whispers and kisses the top of your head with all the tenderness he can muster up.

Your eyes shoot open when the door closes. Tears cloud your vision.

Your heart aches.

“Tenko…?”

What if he survived? What if he lost his memory? What if… What if he truly is Tenko?

》》》》

Tomura waits for a few days. It isn't easy to prepare this speech. Let alone have this conversation with his king. He knows Toshinori Yagi asked him to do this but the king's rage is bountiful. Tomura might not survive.

And… Tomura doesn't know what it means for you either. The last thing he wants is to hurt you more.

He just knows you seemed kind of content after that night. Your smile was even softer, your eyes warmer. When your eyes met in fleeting moments his heart would melt.

Would you consider it betrayal? You must. He tells your honest feelings to the man that abuses you.

Tomura hopes your life will become better… that Sir Toshinori finds a way to meet you in the middle. Your demands are so easy to meet. Tomura could make you happy and he is simply a servant… It should be easy for a king then. It would be easy for him.

“My lady?” Tomura says quietly at the end of the day.

“Yes?” You turn to him, and your eyes are hopeful. So hopeful. It breaks his heart.

“I… I hope you'll have a restful night, your grace,” he says.

Your spark dulls a little but your eyes pin his gaze down. He couldn't look away if he wanted to. “Will you bring me those warm stones again?”

“I… I shouldn't– I will tell Jana–”

“Please, Tomura.”

He swallows his words of protest. Just Tomura. It is probably the last time he will see you and be able to talk to you so freely. He will be gladly fulfilling your last wish.

“Of course, your grace,” he bows low.

“Thank you.”

Tomura might have to find work outside the palace once he fulfilled his king's request. How could he just live on in this place now that he knows you? Maybe you two could run away together… to a far away land and just lay in tall grass with the sun shining down on you– no… Tomura cannot think like this. He mustn't. You hate summer.

A few moments later he finds himself in his king's chambers. The place looks a mess without him around to keep it in check how All Might likes. Someone who is feared throughout the land just has no time to be tidy.

“Young Shigaraki!” Toshinori says grand. “It has been a while. I was becoming so impatient.”

“I apologize, my liege.”

“So… spill,” Toshinori's big form plops into a chair. “I am all ears.”

“Can I speak freely, sir?”

“Of course.”

“You see, sire, the lady (Y/N) feels as though you are not doing your duty and refusing to meet her needs. She wishes for tenderness and affection. Just small gestures. She is a strong woman–”

“That makes her such a beautiful one,” he nods.

“Of course. As such… she is not willing to give you anything… if you give her nothing, your grace.” Tomura looks up and freezes. His king looks angry with pinched brows. “She expressed that she wants to be with you!” Tomura tumbles over his words. “But… that as of now… you have not earned her submission.”

“I see,” Toshinori mumbles. “So this is pride? All I have to do then is break her? Humiliate her enough until she just carries my heir?”

“My king!” Tomura raises his voice and it has an edge. Toshinori Yagi's blue eyes met red ones. “With all due respect, sire. It is not pride. She is protecting herself.”

“Ha! I am the All Mighty King!” Yagi barks so loudly the stained glass windows shake. “No one dares to attack what is mine!”

Tomura cowers. He is at a loss that the king cannot see his own fault. “My heavenly king… She is protecting herself from you. You… You force yourself onto her… you lock her up… show her no appreciation… you hurt her to the point she cannot move… but yet you want her–”

“Out.”

Tomura looks up.

“Out before I decide to kill you, Young Shigaraki. That would be a shame.” All Might gets up and pours himself a cup of wine. “She is just supposed to give me an heir for fucks sake.”

“As you wish, your grace.” Tomura cannot breathe. What has he done? What could he have said? Will you suffer even more now? Because of him? Tomura feels his eyes tingle. You don't deserve this… any of it.

He shakes from head to toe. How can he go on? He needs to confess… it's the only way he could continue living. This guilt is unbearable. How could he think he would help? That Toshinori Yagi… the All Mighty King, would have a heart? Tomura is so utterly stupid.

It is the middle of the night when he finally has the courage to come into your chambers. You will hate him… but he needs to warn you. Maybe you should run away… maybe that is your only option?

“My lady, I have the hot–”

The world stops.

Tomura drops the bucket of stones and falls to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground. His body tenses and even the second he had to see you like this, was enough to flip his stomach.

You claw at Toshinori's wrists as he pushes you down. Your nightgown has been ripped to shreds already.

“Hot stones?” All Might fakes concern. “Did you mean to soothe the ache in your womb with them? Here?” He presses his hand on your tummy. “Oh. Let me help–”

You cry out so horribly and Tomura hears the soft sizzling. Oh god. No. No. He cannot be doing that. Tomura hears more tussling, the bed shifts. You groan and whimper and sob.

“Look at her, Young Shigaraki. I'll allow it this once. Your reward for obeying.”

“No, my king.”

“Look at her!” He yells. “It's an order!”

Tomura won't budge. He couldn't violate you like this. He'd rather die. He would rather die. He doomed you.

“Look!” You choke out.

Toshinori laughs into your ear. “Does it turn you on, my lady? Maybe I should rent you out to a brothel then? You can entertain men on a stage with everyone watching? Hm? I think I'd like that.”

“I hate you,” you hiss through teeth. “I hate you.” His hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “Hate… hate–” Your eyes meet Tomura's and tears immediately stream down your face. Your lip quivers violently. You hate this. All of it. You can't hold it in. Hate is all your feel.

“Isn't she stunning?” Toshinori laughs as he holds your back flush against his chest. One of his big hands comes up to grope at your breasts.

How could Tomura pay attention to that? You are being tortured. You are being violated. It is so revolting. And Tomura cannot do anything about it. You are so small compared to the king and Tomura is an ant.

“Isn't she?!”

“Yes, your highness,” Tomura says numbly.

“Piss off.”

“Of course, your highness.” Tomura is barely able to get his legs to work. He closes the door and tumbles down the stairs, eventually falling to his knees and throwing up in sheer overwhelm. His whole body is trembling. What has he done?

Toshinori shoves you against the sheets, mounting you from behind. His cock presses into your core. You sob and try to endure. You have before. Every time.

Tomura looked so hurt. Tomura. “Please,” you whisper. “Tenko… help me.”

“What was that?” Toshinori moves closer, tugging on your hair. “What did you just utter?”

“Please… please… have mercy… please, your grace. Please. I can't– please!” It is the first time you beg him. You swore you wouldn't… ever. But you can't do it again. You can't. Not after seeing the guilt and fear in Tomura's eyes just now. It broke your heart… your resolve. You are so broken.

And you don't understand why he won't do something? If he is Tenko he has to do something… he promised.

You whimper when Toshinori's weight suddenly lifts off you. How is it possible? You hear cursing then the door slams. Your eyes widen as you sit up. He left? Your whole body shakes. Yagi-sama left? Did he take pity? You start to sob uncontrollably, hugging yourself.

Tomura has to do something. Anything. He turns again… unable to forget your tortured expression. He has to be your hero… he has to be the one to help if no one else does so. Killing All Might is his only option. He will die trying.

Tomura storms into the room and once more… the world stops. It is eerily silent now. You are sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, cowering. Your sobs are the only thing audible. Did he leave?

“My lady?” Tomura kneels beside you. “Oh, my–”

You hug him. You wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your face in his shoulder. Tomura is frozen in place for a moment but then cradles you like a treasure.

“It is all my fault,” he sobs.

“You only followed orders. I understand.”

You cannot deny the sinking feeling that overtook you once Toshinori came in and said all these things that only Tomura knew… but the situation is just so strange to begin with. What is he doing here as Tomura Shigaraki? Why is he a servant? He should be–

“You should hate me–”

“I do not,” you pull away and cup his face, softly stroking through his pale hair. “Not at all.” You whisper. You lean in and place a soft kiss to his lips. Maybe that will make him remembe? Wake him up? A true love's kiss. “Not one bit.” You look at him.

Tomura's eyes widen. “Your grace!”

He crouches before you, pressing his forehead to the cold stone, nearly hyperventilating.

“Tenko, please,” you whisper. “Look at me.”

“I'm not worthy… I'm not worthy–”

You manage to get him in an upright position again, cradling his face in your palms. “Stop. Stop pretending you don't remember. I won't give you up. Don't you know who I am? You have to know… you have to!”

Tomura blinks at you like you're crazy and you see it then… He truly doesn't remember. You thought that this was some ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer’ ploy by either Toshinori or Tenko himself… But no. Neither of them know. They are both utterly in the dark. Toshinori is simply ignorant to the truth and Tomura– Tenko… you don't know or understand how this is possible.

But you know in your heart it is him.

“Fools,” you whisper under your breath, staring at Tomura– at Tenko– with an ice cold gaze.

He is the rightful heir to this throne. Queen Nana is his grandmother. You and Tenko roamed these halls as children, playing and getting into trouble. You were meant to get married. He was the kindest boy you have ever met. Seeing him that day, you knew… but the night he kissed your head with such love you were certain it was him.

He shouldn't be alive. But it is him.

“My lady?” He sniffs, searching for your eyes.

“Tomura… This is the last time we will be able to be with each other like this,” you say with softness…. Fondness. You feel all of that for him. Still. Even if Tenko did not keep his promise. You stroke over his cheek. “You can say no… I'm not asking you as your lady…. I want to be with someone I wish to be with… at least once.”

Tomura lets out a sharp breath. “I couldn't– I couldn't soil you like this, your grace!”

“Then bless me,” you smile.

“Ha,” he looks at you. What a preposterous thing to say. He is nobody… he is filthy. But he could appreciate you like All Might never could… he could worship you like no one ever could.

Your hands move down his arms, picking up his palms and placing them on your naked hips. He pulls you closer and your lips collide in what is unknown hunger and passion to the both of you. It is so overwhelming, making your bodies tingle and fizz with warmth.

He lays you down on the bed underneath him, kissing every inch of your skin as softly as possible. You suck in sharp breaths of delight.

“I am so sorry,” he whispers, eye level with the nasty burn wound that will scar your perfect body.

“Not your fault.”

His hands caress your thighs, feeling the subtle flesh as his lips kiss your breasts.

“Tomura,” you sigh. Your hands dig into his pale hair, tugging. You feel down his lean form – appreciating all the skin they can reach. ��Please.”

He kisses you again. “Are you sure, my lady?”

“Yes! I want you… just you,” you whisper, cradling his face.

Tomura isn't inexperienced. He's been with a few servant girls when his loneliness forces him to. But you are different. Not because of your title… that he could get hanged or worse for this– it's different emotionally. It is like he has known you his whole life… from day one. Like he has always loved you.

You welcome him between your legs, your eyes are glued together. He shifts back seeing your arousal glisten. He tries to ignore the forming bruises on your skin… He can love them away perhaps.

You gasp feeling his cock prod at you. Your body tenses up out of habit. All you have ever known was pain when being intimate.

“Shh,” Tomura kisses your forehead. “I'll be gentle, my lady.” He kisses the top of your nose. “Relax.”

Your hands wrap around his neck, your eyes stay focused on him as he looks down to where your bodies join. He slips into your wet heat slowly, following his promise. You can see it on his face… the pleasure he feels. His eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth babbles mindlessly. It doesn't hurt. And then he is sheathed inside.

You hold him close, kissing his skin with appreciation. “Tomura.”

“Your grace–”

“Call me by my name already,” you plead and find his eyes. The blush in your cheeks is so aggressive. Tomura smiles.

“(Y/N).”

It's okay if he dies because of this. It is fine. It is worth dying for. Your cunt is heavenly and made for him. He knows it.

“You feel so good,” he sighs.

You moan in response.

“Want me to move?”

“Please,” you whisper. “Please, Tomura.”

“I'd do anything for you.”

His thrusts are so different from what you have known before. They don't follow some selfish need to breed or feral, blind lust and power. It is passion and love… Pleasure.

Your toes curl and your breath becomes short. Your bodies sweat.

“Feels so good,” you cry out.

“Yes,” he hums into your skin. “Shh. (Y/N), Shh. You can't be so loud.”

“I know,” you cup his face and kiss him again. “It's hard.” You both smile.

Tomura hisses. “I know.”

You hush your sounds with each other's mouths. You are a bundle of pure bliss. Every drag of his cock in your gummy walls makes your inside tingle. He won't last any longer. He wishes he could absorb you. The emotions are so raw it is so hard to keep composure.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I should have said it back.”

Tomura looks at you, propping himself up. Your eyes are hazy with pleasure but true. You mean it. “I love you,” he misses no beat. “I love you, (Y/N).” He presses his forehead to yours. Tears slip from his eyes and mix with yours as they trickle over your cheeks.

You both know you can't love each other. But this has to be love. He feels like he is floating and you must feel the same.

“I love you,” you squeal and your insides squeeze him. Tomura grunts. Too loud but you cannot hold back. “Tomura!” Tenko.

“I know!” He presses his forehead to yours. “I got you. I got you.” His rhythm becomes sloppy. The sweat drips from the tips of his hair.

“I don't want it to stop,” you heave, clawing at his back.

“I know, oh, my love, I know!”

But it has to. You both are barely holding on. About to come undone and unravel like neither of you ever have. “I love you,” Tomura says again.

The knot in your stomach snaps and he kisses you hard to shush your moans. Your orgasm ripples through you, making your whole body tremble. You have never felt like it. “I love you,” he hisses.

You hold his hips flush as he cums, feeling his seed spill deep inside of you. “Tomura,” you look at him, searching for his eyes but he is somewhere on cloud nine. He looks so majestically. You kiss every inch of skin you can reach.

“You kept your promise,” you smile against his beating heart.

What promise?

He crushes you underneath him and you stay bundled up. Skin on skin. Emotions raw and pure.

“You have to go,” you sob. “The guards will be back.”

He sits up and you look at each other. It is so hard now. The hopelessness catches up with you again. It is so utterly heartbreaking.

You take his hands. “No one can take this away from us,” you sniff. “Ever.”

But you will never be together. You know. Tomura kisses you again.

He dresses and so do you.

“Will you be okay?” You ask.

“I don't know. I don't know if I can watch you suffer,” he kisses your knuckles.

“Then leave,” you say coldly. Your chest feels like it burns. But it is safer. He should run as far away as possible. Maybe one day he will remember who he is… and if not, then he will live a good life as Tomura Shigaraki.

“Yes.” He knows you mean to protect him. “Perhaps that is best.”

You both try not to cry and it is not working.

“Goodnight, your grace,” he bows, his lips twitch and his eyes burn.

“Goodnight,” you say like a queen. You only want the best for him.

Tenko Shimura died… But Tomura Shigaraki can live. And maybe that's enough for you. You can burden it.

There is a part of him with you now.

Maybe he was too high, or maybe he does not know how this works… Perhaps he does not care but he came inside of you.

You sink to your knees, sobbing for a moment. He shall never find out this was calculated. All that happened, still was true. You love him. You always have even as children. You were meant for each other. But you know what you have to do. You had to use him like this.

You wipe your tears and collect yourself. You have felt numbness for so long. It is almost easy to slip back into it.

Whatever it was you and Tenko–-Tomura just shared… it was nothing but an unattainable illusion of children. Something to hold deeply in your heart.

You are not allowed outside your room but there are no guards. There never are when All Might visits.

You walk to where you remember his chambers to be but you find him sitting on the throne instead. The hall is cold and empty, nothing like you remember. His form is so menacing. Queen Nana never looked like this. She was a kind ruler.

“My liege,” you say, standing before him. Small and pliable.

He frowns but doesn't get angry.

“Shouldn't you be asleep, sire?” You hum.

“My mind is not relaxed, little one,” he says and leans back. The silver moonlight casts deep shadows on his face.

You step up to him, straddling his huge thigh with care. Your hands slide across his chest. Seductive. “Maybe I can be of service, sire,” you whisper into his ear.

He doesn't question it. He is blinded by your sudden willingness, and has craved it. Why would he be suspicious?

You have suspected it for a while. Toshinori's seeds do not take root in you. It isn't your fault. You cannot give the All Mighty tyranny king an heir because he cannot produce one.

You have confirmation a month later when your monthly bleeding is late and the physician confirms it. You are pregnant with Tenko Shimura's child… just like you bargained for.

“Call the king here,” you tell Yuki. “Please.”

“My lady… are you certain?” Yuki looks utterly appalled.

“Yes,” you smile. “It is a happy day.”

Yuki does not understand but she follows your orders.

Toshinori comes in half an hour later. He is dressed in his armor, a red and blue cape drapes over his shoulders that looks majestic with his golden hair.

“What is it, Lady (Y/N)?” He asks. He is so comically big and his armour makes him even bigger.

You stand before him, holding your ground. “My lord, it seems, I am with child.”

His face falls. “What? Are you certain?!”

“The physician has confirmed– Yagi-sama!” You shriek when he picks you up and twirls you in the air. He is beaming. Eyes wide and sparkling. He puts you down gently. His huge hand on your tummy.

He looks so happy.

You can give him all he wants… or at least some twisted version of it.

》》》》

“Toshinori,” you hum and turn around in his huge bed. “It is cold.”

He has changed so drastically ever since your pregnancy. He is kind, gentle, considerate… loving. It is hard to make sense of… but you don't question things anymore and take them as they are.

Toshinori rolls over and wraps his arms around you, caressing your ever growing baby bump. “Yeah… yeah.”

You don't think he registered what you have said at all, snoring away again. You get up after a moment, wrapping yourself into two of your ropes and stalking down the dark hallway. It is so early that none of the servants are up yet either.

You make it to the kitchen and put on the cattle sitting down as you wait for the water to boil. Things are so weird. You still hate it… you still hate Toshinori… but if you pretend long enough maybe you can stop hating him… maybe he truly means his gentleness now. Maybe he was so desperate for an heir…. You just hope the child takes after you and not–

“(Y/N)?”

You turn your head and your breath gets stuck. You feel the entire world stop. “Tomura?! What are you… I… I thought–”

“I didn't leave,” he says. “I just asked to work in the kitchen… away from–”

“Me.”

He looks at your baby bump. His eyes might bore into your womb. They are wide and like fresh cut garnet. Does he know?

“I am glad… he is better to you now,” Tomura moves to grab the cattle off the stove. He fixes you a tea.

“Thank you–”

“Of course, my lady. Can I do anything else for you?” He bows low and stays crouched.

You wish you could touch him. You want to wrap him up in your arms. Hold him forever. You want him and only him. “No. Thank you.” You watch him. He turns away and cleans up… he looks so defeated and malnourished. “Tomura–

“Wife!”

All Might steps into the kitchen, having to crouch down at the doorway.

“Sire,” Tomura bows low once more.

“Do you want a tea too, Yagi-sama? Tomura was kind enough to help me with it,” you smile softly.

“I am fine,” his gaze is sharp and bothered. You are glad Tomura stays down.

“Will you carry the cup for me?” You ask and rub your protruding belly.

“Tomura, carry the cup to my chambers.” All Might says and then picks you up carefully instead. “You should not even be up, wife.”

“Do not worry, my lord.”

You feel bad for Tomura but there is nothing you can do now with Toshinori giving him an order. You all walk back to the king's chambers.

“Your tea is on the side table, your grace,” Tomura bows again. He has kept his gaze lowered the entire time. He turns but walks right into Toshinori's sword.

“My king!” You shriek.

Tomura looks up but his expression is… lifeless.

“I cannot let him live… He saw my queen unclothed afterall. It is a shame, Tomura, you have always served me well.”

But it is unjust! Toshinori forced Tomura to look at you. All Might is not a just king. He does not care. No. If you want to save Tomura you have to be smart. “Yagi-sama!” You hurry to his side, hugging him and laying his free hand on your baby bump. “Tomura's eyes have never once lingered on me longer than they needed. Not before I have been exposed to him and after. It shows just how loyal he is. You forbid him from looking at me and he has followed your order. He has spoken to me… that is true… but only because I forced him too. I am his queen, right? He could not disobey me. My liege, when our child is born,” you softly trace his scarred knuckles and smile sweetly. “We need someone like Tomura to watch over the baby. Someone that can be fully trusted? Do you not trust him? Forced will try to kill our child… Tomura can stay close without you needing to worry!”

He looks at you for a long moment then the sword drops to his side and he sighs. “You are right, my queen. I guess you have just been promoted, Tomura. But not like this… You are feeble. I shall send you to become a knight, right?”

You nod. “That is a smart, my king.” Your heart is beating so fast and you are trying so hard not to tremble.

“You are most kind, my liege,” Tomura rasps.

Later that day you find Tomura and pull him into the safety of the shadows. You grab the linen of his shirt, twisting it with your fingers. Your heart aches.

“Why didn't you leave? I told you to leave!” You whisper, eyes wide and glossy.

“All I care for is here… I cannot leave, your grace,” Tomura whispers.

“He will kill you!” You bang your fist on his chest. “Do you not understand! Please…. Please… if you leave for knight school do not return… please.”

“If I would have died today… wouldn't it have been mercy?”

“Don't say such awful things!” You hiss.

“You need to go.”

He is right. Yet your body does not move. You feel his pinky hook into yours and your heart stops. The memory is so faint. An echo that fades with each passing day. You meet his eyes and your own narrow with conviction.

“Tenko Shimura… become the best knight this realm has ever seen. Just like you always wanted… just like you promised me.”

You leave before he can make sense out of your words.

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