All Ours | alphas! KiriBaku x hybrid fem! bunny reader
synopsis: Coming into heat a few days earlier was not something you planned on, and for sure it not happening when you're walking home in the woods. | wc: 3.7k
tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + all characters are over the age of 21 + repost + monsterfucking + mfm threesome + you're in heat + they're in ruts + double dp + anal/fingering + they pick you up + it's mating season + breeding + talks about pups/liters + hints at a poly relationship + they manhandle you + knotting + they fight over you kinda + pussy eating + unprotected sex + creampies + they have monster cocks + mostly smut
an: again, I don't know much about Omgeaverse and all that, I just know I want them both djkgnrekger and it was supposed to be less than 2k
You regretted this more than when you listened to your friend and jumped off the swing which ended in a fractured ankle that still aches at times even years later. Cold nipped at your exposed skin and became covered with goosebumps the more you walked slower.Â
It was after a party Mina was able to pester you into going to for a while, after all, it was the Halloween season, and she needed an excuse to show off her new costume and you needed to get out.Â
After you reassured your best friend multiple times that you would be fine getting home and knew a shortcut home that led you to the mouth of the dark woods, the branches creaked as they reached out to you what felt like when the wind swayed the heavy wood. Your ears twitched when you heard the animals in the woods scurrying away from whatever it was.Â
Your eyes darted around for anyone around but it was well after ten in the evening on a Thursday night and when Mina kept the reminder that you didnât have work tomorrow and you needed this it was fruitless to argue with her and ended up going wishing you brought a coat.Â
The night was still and silent minus the leaves that got swept up in the wind that breezed around you and pooled around your high heels that would only sink into the damp dirt making it impossible to walk, however, you were grateful that you wore thick thighs to keep your feet warm as you stepped over a fallen branch stepping into the woods with trepidation and a sigh.Â
There was a path that youâd taken a million times already knowing it would take ten minutes tops to get home and using muscle memory you held your shoes from the tips of your fingers making your way over the soft earth as the moon high above you bathed the naked trees in a creamy white color, tonight it was bright and full that it made you put an extra pep in your step.Â
With a full moon nearing Halloween you knew that sometimes werewolves would roam these woods looking for something to sink their teeth into, and the scariest part was that you knew if you were to run into any of them they would be ones you know. Your pace picked up as you gripped the jacket Denki placed on your shoulders before he and his friends left the party.Â
Maybe you shouldâve asked them for a ride home, they went back before you and Mina did anyway, and instead of walking through the woods you could be in the bath then be cuddled under the blankets with a horror movie marathon playing in the background as you finish up work you brought home with you unfortunately.Â
Off in the distance, you could hear two owls hooting back and forth having some sort of conversation making you feel a little less lonely, this was a dangerous game you were playing even with the fast steps you managed to take until a cramp from between your legs halted you dead in the mess of fallen leaves, dirt, and a few sticks. âNo. No.â You whimpered softly.Â
This cannot be happening right now, your heat was a few days early and your heat suppressant pills werenât able to come in on time and for the first time in months, youâll be experiencing it. Rapid warmth filled your entire being suddenly, your knees knocked together as you dropped your high heels and let out a whine that was caught in the air with a white cloudy puff.Â
You had hoped with the weekend coming up and half of the week taken off from work you would be in bed when it came or at least in the comfort of your own home where you had plenty of snacks and things to help get you through this. Another pitiful whine parted your glossy lips, the product made them stick together as you dropped to your knees now gripping the dirt.Â
The way it hit you, your body produced the sickly sweet smell of your pussy that gushed around nothing, it slowly ramped up until your leg was shaking and you were curled into yourself unable to call for anyone, and you knew all you had to do was wait it for fifteen minutes then youâd be able to make it home and into your mattress where everything was waiting for you.Â
With the way your body craved to be bred, your bunny brain could only think about one thing. Cock. How you hated it sometimes when this happened, all you could do was hump things, your pillow, clothes, the edge of the couch, or the showerhead. Anything you could get your greedy hands on it was either going inside you or at least rubbed against your clit for friction.Â
It truly melted you down into a puddle of need, and with the way, Denki asked if he could take you home after the party you shouldâve agreed but at the time you werenât even in the mood to be kissed and groped on after the long day at work, home was the only thing you wanted. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the intense waves that crashed over your body.Â
âPlease just let up.â You mumbled your breath and shed the jacket you wore to create a makeshift pillow that would keep out of the dirt as you assumed the usual position of face down and ass up to rub at your pussy from behind so fucking needy and unashamed about touching yourself like this in such an open space for anyone to come by too and see you in such a state.Â
When you were comfortable enough your hands made quick work and pushed your dress to meet your bra almost thankful that it wasnât too tight or youâd just rip it off or go naked, your panties were next that were shoved down to your knees putting your cute cunt on display.Â
Your fingers parted your slicked-up pussylips with a soft whine when the cold air caressed your inner heated flesh and your other hand took care of massaging your clit exposing your hole to the air, it should be so embarrassing and downright degrading to be doing this without a care in the world, the only thing you wanted or chased was at least one orgasm to get up and go home.Â
Drool has already begun to leak out from your parted lips with fast and hot breaths that huffed from them as your middle and index finger rubbed messily rubbed at your clit missing it from the copious amount of slick that stuck to your cunt, it was sticky and thick making it easier for your mate to fuck you. Tears poured down your cheeks as you sobbed from the pressure of it all.Â
Your pussy ached to be fucked and played with, your fingers were not enough and you cursed whoever it was that you had to go through this. Itâs not fair. Maybe you could call someone to come and help but then you mentally ran through the list of men you knew and couldnât bare facing them this way, face pushed into the dirt as you finger fuck yourself like a bitch in heat.Â
Technically you were, and you were glad you got the bunny gene knowing that in your teenage years when the alphas start to fill out and come into their natural beings, they would constantly tease you about it and call you just that whenever you had to stay at home from school away from everyone and holed up in your bedroom whimpering as the heat suppressant worked.Â
It felt like your skin was stretched over your muscles and bones in a taut way that harder you fell into your heat like it was some cosmical punishment for something you did, the pain and pleasure beat against each other like a drum, pain from not having someone stuffing you full and how your body arched then pleasure from your fingers drilling your dripping cunt fast.Â
You whined louder when the tip of your finger brushed against your G-spot over and over until your toes curled hard but it wasnât enough. Your cotton tail twitched as you humped your own hand when the snap of a twig had you fumbling to sit up with your fingers now painfully removed from your cunt that kept drooling making a mess under you, there was so much slick it pooled.Â
More branches snapped in either direction of you, and your head whipped side to side as fear trickled into your bones making your teeth chatter with it, you know calling out would only give away your location. Your body fought hard against you to get up and pull your panties on the right way when you heard a deep and almost guttural snort from the left of you. âBunny.âÂ
Your ears twitched as did your nose at the growl. Immediately you knew it was Katsuki, he and his friends had been at the party earlier and you spoke to them, even danced a little between him and his red-headed best friend. âB-Bakugo?â You whined, your fingers curled around damp leaves as he stepped closer, your scent was sickeningly sweet and it made him mad with the feral need to mount you, slipping into his own heat. He wanted nothing more than you on him.Â
âWe can smell you a mile away.â It was Eijiro who spoke up this time, his usual soft voice was replaced with something else, the animal in him was fighting to come to the surface and it became unbearable for both men approaching your smaller form. âKirishima.â You gasped.Â
They flanked you on both sides, large and looming over you. They were so big they blocked most of the moonlight making you focus on their outlines, their heavy breathing was in sync as they curled their fingers into fists feeling their cocks leak. What kind of timing is this? You in your heat and them in their rut? It felt like a present was being handed to each other and it was all you ever wanted or needed.Â
And it wasnât like you didnât know them, ever since high school you had known both men. Katsuki was the first one to inhale gruffly, a large hand that only grew bigger came down to rub at the very obvious bulge in his pants, and poor you looking up at them with big wet shiny eyes, your hand going back down between your legs to slip back inside your panties knowing you could trust them and the three of you were past caring, too deeply infused with the need to cum like mindless creatures only made to feel release and breed.Â
A pair of red eyes watched as your own rolled to the back of your head as you maneuvered yourself to your back and caressed your puffy clit splaying yourself open for them both. Like this, you were a completely different person. âWant you two âs bad please fuck me, I want your knots.â You begged and whimpered looking like a complete mess fingering yourself like that.Â
In the middle of a forest floor with not just one intimidating alpha, but two of them who both dropped to their knees in front of you. Katsuki was the first one to shoulder pump Eijiro out of the way to be the first one to kiss the wet slit of your pussy once you removed your fingers, his rough tongue lolled out of his mouth filled with sharp canines. âPoor little bunny came into heat.âÂ
His tone was a bit mean as he licked a wide stripe up your cunt to your clit he sucked into his awaiting mouth that felt like it completely covered you as he thumbed you open to his liking to keep licking into you like a madman thatâs eating the best meal of his life, the red-headed man who was fueled by his own lost crawled over to you on his knees. âSo pretty for us though.âÂ
Propped up on your elbows you were in a position to kiss him when he bent at the waist, his tongue was large and wet as he swirled it around your open mouth and then down your throat making you gag and the kiss messy and wet when he pulled away you coughed and hacked then broke off into a loud moan when you fluttered around Katsuki and arched your back.Â
He was stroking all the right spots until your thighs were clamped against his head keeping it still between your legs all the while you pawed at Eijiroâs pants thankful there werenât any buttons as you freed his fat heavy cock that dripped with pearly thick pre-cum, it reminded you of your slick earlier that leaked from your needy pussy that Katsuki ate up without a care.Â
The rational part of your brain wanted to fight at first, the idea of them knotting you was not a good one knowing you could actually end up with a liter of pups or even a single one and while you were pretty good friends with them you knew after this the relationship would be a little strange after engaging in a threesome in the open woods dressed in Halloween costumes.Â
None of that mattered when you felt like your body was going to burst open at the seams, your jaw went slack as you used Eijiroâs thick arousal to coat the impressive length of his cock, it wasnât quite normal, the end tapered off and it was thicker and longer than what a humans
should be with a deflated knot at the base meant to fill you to the brim and keep it plugged in.Â
The idea made you whimper as you tugged on Katsukiâs hair with your free hand grinding his face and tongue deeper into your pussy as your first orgasm rose higher and higher, the blonde man wanted to push you over the edge to hear you cry out his name while his best friend watched from above fucking your fist, when your head turned the sticky tip kissed your lips.Â
It was a mess, the three of you chasing a high and wanting to fuck each other dumb was the only thought in your lust-riddled brain not caring about anything even if you get caught. It was almost scary how you got like this. âC-â You couldnât even force the rest of the word out as you tumbled head first in your climax panting and moaning Katsukiâs name like a daily prayer.Â
Your hand fell from Eijiroâs cock which felt neglected, and so did the other man between your legs. They wanted to release and while usually, theyâd love to see your pretty lips wrapped around their cocks it wasnât going to happen this time, and the last thing they wanted to do was to knot in your mouth so theyâd have to take turns which came down to who won the fight first.Â
Eijiro panted and brushed back his red hair from his forehead to muscle his friend out of his way as he did to him earlier earning a deep growl and grunt. âYou got to taste her before anything and this was your idea-â Katsuki glared over and shoved him in his chest at the slip-up. Your ears perked up at the words and gazed at them both, your eyes glassy and blown out.Â
âIdea?â You slurred. Did they plan this? Katsuki ignored Eijiro and towered above you, one large palm cupping your cheek as he stared at you intently, his chest heaving with fast breaths that smelled so much of you. âWe couldâŚsmell you at the party so we followed you to make sure you got home safely then we were going to head home but then you got caught fingering that cute little pussy wanting and needing to be bred. Weâll take care of you, do you trust us bunny?âÂ
Your heart melted at their protectiveness of you, your brain pumped information into you that they would make good mates and you were suddenly looking at them in a new light. âI do yes.â It was all they needed before Eijiro was the first one to manhandle you into his arms picking you up and raising to his full height, his hands cupped your ass as your legs wrapped around him.Â
Katsuki stood behind you to keep you propped up between them, their cocks drooling with pre-cum that produced enough slick that you didnât even need your own. They both nuzzled their noses into you, their bodies half-stuck between changing. Their ruts prevent it from happening otherwise theyâd both be taller and much more imposing, and there would be no way you could take them without feeling like youâd be getting split in two.Â
Parts of their flesh sprouted fur making them look more monstrous as their red eyes glowed under the inky sky, their tongues tasted your flesh memorizing the taste as you held onto Eijiroâs shoulders grinding your bare and throbbing pussy against his cock. âStop teasing!â You whined and tossed your head back to look at the other man with a small pout and furrowed eyebrows.Â
âSheâs right sânot right to tease a bunny who just wants to be stuffed full to the brim, mhm?â Eijiro murmured as he nuzzled his face into your neck kissing the fevered skin, the position they had you in was directed right under the moon that pushed more of their body to contort and gain full control of the animal inside them raging and sizzling wanting to be released to ravage you.Â
You shook your head and tried to bounce a little feeling the sticky swollen head of his cock catch between your thighs, he was so warm that it almost burned when he angled his knees letting you drop down a little while Katsuki spread you open from behind to make sure his friend could catch the narrowed tip of his fat cock against your hole that opened for him greedily before he pulled away rubbing it against the opening again slowly before Eijiro pushed inside halfway.Â
Katsuki kissed the back of your neck, his fingers rubbed at where you and his friend met gathering the slick to lube your asshole before he did the same with teasing movements, his teeth flirted with your flesh. âStill good for us?â He husked before he pushed his finger inside.Â
All you could do was nod and sob from it all, the way they handled you all while wrapped up in their own lust. They kissed away your tears being soft in their treatment even with raging desire throttled them to ravage you, and they would too but at first they wanted you nice and pilant. âGot to get you nice and dumb on your cocks, can you handle two knots bunny?â Eijiro asked.Â
Your cunt gushed around him when he mentioned that. Red eyes clashed together again. âShould feel her clenching around me so tight at that, she wants it so bad, double bred. Want to be our little mate?â The first part of his sentence was tossed at Katsuki then the rest was for you. It all made sense to agree in the moment and that didnât sound bad, being taken care of.Â
You could feel Katsukiâs chest rumble against your back as he slipped his finger inside stretching you out before he worked in tandem with Eijiro until the blonde man could fit at least three thick fingers then his cockhead was pressed against your slicked-gaped hole; hot and wet.Â
He pushed in when Eijiro pulled out and they both held you up using their incredible strength as growls gurgled from their throats, your name came out in white puffs as their hands kept groping your body tearing away the rest of your clothes with claws until you were naked, ribbons of your costume were pooled at their feet in shreds. With the way they had you pressed between them, it was easy for them to tug and pinch at your nipples causing the ball to get tighter in your belly.Â
Katsukiâs hand found your tail and grabbed it in his big hand pulling it very slightly making you croon and gasp out loud, your pussy clenched around them when they both bottomed out inside and ground against you lazily feeling their orgasms not far behind.
Eijiroâs fingers found your swollen clit and rubbed against it. âCum for us bunny, gonna give you our knots.â He growled, his teeth sharper when he spoke, white teeth glittered under the moon making him look feral.Â
Thatâs how he felt when you leaned in and held his shoulders to find his lips in a hot and needy kiss, his tongue found the back of your throat again almost too large for your mouth. You sucked on it moaning around the appendage hearing the wet sounds of it and them fucking you, your slick gushed around their cocks coating their pants in the sticky mess that would serve as a reminder for later.Â
The last stroke was when Katsuki let his teeth sink into one shoulder and Eijiro did the same to the other, together they marked you. Your pussy creamed around the red-headed man and Katsuki almost felt fear when you orgasmed, your walls pusled around him so tight he thought they were going to rip his dick off.Â
They both fucked into you fast and frenzied bullying their cocks into you despite you coming around them anyway until their own climaxes had them roaring into the night air, a primal display of mating that was a warning to everyone around that you are now theirs. You could feel them push the last few inches inside making you feel so snug and full as they painted you white.Â
You werenât sure of how long passed as they petted and kissed you until their knots deflated and they could slip out and carry you home to finally get you into the bath and into bed, snuggled between them warm and sated, their cum still buried deep in your womb.Â
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itâs true.
you know â what they say about the stars being more brighter, more irradiant . . . vibrant in the countryside. growing up in the city, you had thought it was a lie. sure, sometimes you had to squint past thin layers of smog and gloom, but you could always see the stars just fine. distant, celestial bodies made up of hydrogen and helium, floating kilometers, light years away â its always fascinated you. it being not only stars, but space, time, the idea of knowing that you reside on a tiny, floating rock with almost eight billion other people.
moving from an almost two million people populated city to little sycamore square, seeded right near the border of georgia and alabama on a measly two hundred and fifty acres of land wasnât a change you would have considered trivial nor minor. no, it took a lot of thought â literal years of weighing pros and cons until you just decided, screw it, you simply couldnât take it anymore. the constant whirring of helicopters circling the entire city, spine vibrating honks of cars and double decker buses aching your sensitive ears as they sped down the three lane street a block away from your home, and constant stories of robberies and gun violence on every breaking news channel you flicked through on tv, to modestly put it, did not sit right within your spirit.
your uncle maevis, the deemed black sheep of the family, had ran off from the city when he was eighteen years old. no one had heard from him in years until there was a call from him to your mother fifteen years later, when you were twelve, telling her that he had became the mayor of some quaint, little town named sycamore square and gotten married to the townâs pastry shopâs owner.
from then on, you suppose that you and your uncle maevis grow close. he apologizes for leaving the family on such a bad note, realized that it was wrong for not checking in sooner ( couldâve spared your grandparents the dozen missing persons report they had battered the police into filing every couple years ). you and him exchange letters, talk on the phone, he even began to send you pictures and postcards of the townâs beautiful scenery.
and in a way, you fall in love with sycamore square without even needing to physically be there.
breaking the news to your parents that you wanted to leave the birdâs nest when freshly turned eighteen wasnât easy â not by a landslide. constant asks of â are you sure? â and snide comments of the town potentially having â mountain lions â and â roaming bears â were propelled into your ears as a last minute save to get you to stay.
but, you had already made up your stubborn, little mind. you were leaving and there was not a thing they were able to do about it. you were a legal adult, they couldnât chain you to the porch steps even if they tried.
uncle maevis and his wife anna welcome you into their home with open arms and you quickly adapt to your new life there, living as the mayorâs niece.
to a certain extent, you were treated almost as if you had been a celebrity.
upon your first week living there, dozens after dozens of homemade pies, fruit baskets, and bouquets of beautiful flowers were sent to your home. the town even threw you something close to a â homecoming â ceremony to express their happiness and gratitude of having someone of sweet grace and prestige move down to their little neighborhood. youâre aware that everyone takes liking to you . . . and quite quickly, even so.
in that case, everyone aside from him.
a soft breath of air pushes past your nostrils as your eyes catch on glints of forest green shaded beneath jet black curls that flop and dance in the comforting wind.
izuku midoriya.
everyone in town calls him âzuku, âzu, or simply midoriya. he had caught your eye on your third day having been moved to sycamore square. back then, he had been eighteen too, but he was so . . big. his stature was one of the first things you noticed about him.
natural, refined, sterling hard muscle cloaked with smooth, ivory skin, dotted with speckly freckles the color of honey. through enough gossip and factitiously-innocent asked questions to your auntie anna, youâve come to learn that izuku has lived in sycamore square for almost his entire life.
him and his grandma reside over near the outskirts of town on a few, large acres of land in a white, oak trimmed farmhouse thatâs been passed down through his family for generations.
some mornings, when you go to sit out on the porch swing to watch the rising sun bring in its rays of light with a nice, hot cup of coffee in hand, if you squint hard enough, you can see him on magic â his onyx black, thick maned, friesian horse that he rides to herd in cattle and flocks of sheep, galloping across the horizon.
he does a lot for the town, you came to realize.
most of everyoneâs milk and cheese are churned right from the cows he owns, he makes sure to package boxes upon boxes of fresh eggs made by his brood of hens and give them to the townâs grocery and convenience stores, but him and his family are most known for their poultry.
âdonât know what it is about it, but âzu has to have the best bacon iâve tasted in my entire life,â uncle maevis seems to mumble every morning at the table as anna plates his second serving of breakfast.
heâs polite. when he rides through the busy plaza on magic, you can hear him give sweet, âgâmornin maâamâs and âhow yaâ doin, sir?âs, sometimes even tilts his little invisible, wide rimmed hat to a group of high school girls when he catches them staring wide eyed and slack jawed at him and pretends not to notice how they immediately burst out into squeals and giggles when heâs far enough in fear of him hearing them freak out about how â handsome â and â gentlemanly â he is.
you think heâs managed to have a full conversation with everyone in your two thousand person populated town but you. and you donât know why.
but, in a way, itâs not like youâve tried to talk to him neither.
because just as how easily polite, kind, and sweet izuku can be, you find that he can also be the slightest bit intimidating.
itâs scary.
you think the closest youâve ever been close to him has to be every fifteenth of every month â when the town opens its monthly farmerâs market where local farmers and people of the neighborhood sell fruit, vegetables, poultry, and a bunch of crafty knick knacks to consumers.
you sell your own, homemade candles followed by flower seeds by the pound. your little booth is always a hit and it makes you happy to hear praise of how good your candles smell because you put a lot of hard work into it. itâs not an easy task and youâre only able to sell around ten to fifteen each time.
one of the main reasons why you drive yourself to even crank those out every month is because izukuâs booth is always in front of and two down from yours. youâre able to get the best view of him come when the crowds ebb and dwindle out. his booth sells, of course, produce and handmade soap bars made of honey â a town known product thatâs been made by his family for years.
you watch him smile at the people who walk up to his booth and give a pretty, little handsome laugh and bestow soft kisses on the rosy cheeks of infants as if he were the next living messiah and you try, you desperately try not to, but itâs hard not to feel a tinge of jealousy spark in what feels the base of your tummy at it all.
not of him, no, but of everyone else he interacts with. why wonât he talk to you?
âhey, babe,â annaâs giving you a soft smile as you trudge up the three steps that opens up to the large porch of your home. sheâs standing in the doorway behind the flimsy, screen door which she pushes open to aid you in carrying the few, heavy bags that contain your candle making materials and set them down on the glossed, mahogany floors in the foyer.
a warm scent of sweet pepper and vanilla balms the air and drifts itself inside of your nose the moment you step foot over the threshold.
you sniff, âyouâre baking?â
anna nods and wipes her hands on the apron she wears while walking to the kitchen, âmhm. i heard âzuâs grammy came down with some nasty flu. i made her a nice, little basket full of some teas and remedies and baked her an apple pie,â she says as you follow her. âwouldâve got you to do the pie, goodness knows how good your lilâ hands are in the kitchen, but i forgot the market opened today and you ran out the door before i can tell you.â
you can feel warmth bloom across the surface of your cheeks as you look away. maybe you were a little extra excited to see izuku today, âsorry.â
âitâs fine, no worries.â
you watch her pull down the door of her teal-colored, antique, double oven and then a plump, steaming hot apple pie is set on the windowsill overlooking the backyard seconds later to cool.
anna gives you a smile, âyou think you can run this care basket down to her for me? iâd do it myself butââ
ââsure, sure,â youâre already backing up from inside the kitchen to hurry on upstairs. âjust lemme go change and iâll be right on down.â
youâre aware of what this could potentially intel and lead to â you finally meeting izuku for the first time. thereâs a bud of meager enthusiasm sprouting within your chest that you find hard to keep down. you have always made it a goal to look your best, no matter time or day â pretty skirts, dresses, blouses, and mary janes a staple in your wardrobe collection. nonetheless, you canât help but want to look your absolute best just in case of you both stumbling into each other.
so, pulling out your favorite emerald green, white lace trimmed, thin strapped dress made of silk that clenched tight along the bodice to bring out the shape of your figure didnât seem like a blunder. you make sure to adorn a few thin, gold necklaces to piece it all together and pin back a few of your locs â long, they reached all the way past your butt â with pretty clips to bring out your face more.
âtell her that me and the mayor hopes she gets well soon, alright?â annaâs sending you off with a wicker basket full of tea bags, jars of marmalade, the pie, and a bouquet of babyâs breath in arm. âhurry along.â
you find sycamore square to be at its prettiest during dusk and dawn. towering mountains thread along the perimeter of the entire town, acting as its own welcome and come again sign and big, beautiful, camphor trees and shrubs of roses and hibiscus line the one lane roads. you realize that you walk with a little pep in your step as the fresh, late morning air wafts over your face, bringing with it the scent of dew and cedar.
izuku lives on the most captivating piece of land in town, you think. the closer you get towards the house, the more homes and shops start to disperse until there just werenât anymore. the pavement evens out to a long, winding, dirt road, corralled by wooden, split rail fencing and miles of meadow stretches out towards your left and right.
the closer you get, the drier your mouth feels. you clutch the bouquet of babyâs breath closer to your chest at the sight of the black, oak, glass paneled front door and youâre prepared to knock on it until you realize that thereâs a doorbell, so, instead, you settle for just pressing the pad of your finger against the glowing button, hearing a distant, classic ding-dong! echo throughout the house.
you wait.
and while you wait, your head swivels on your shoulder to look towards your left. thereâs a a navy blue colored barn about a yard away whose door was left partially ajar. you wonder, just wonder, if izuku was maybe in there â milking the cows, feeding magic, raking up hay that probably covers the entire floor before deciding to ultimately lift the entire haystack with big, strong arms flexingâ
the door opens.
an automatic smile covers your face out of reflex as you turn your head back forward.
â. . . hi.â
itâs him.
he finally stands before you, finally looking at you. your voice quickly gets caught in your throat as you realize that you have to lift your chin just to make eye contact with him.
your voice is smaller when you reiterate, âhi.â
his eyes â the tone of moss, pine, and juniper all brewed and fused into one â stare down into yours and he squints them just a bit before lifting a bended arm to lean against the threshold. â. . . can i help you?â
he wears a thick, red and black flannel thrown over a white, muscle tee. his voice is deep, however not too deep to where you couldnât comprehend his words. he has an accent, of course, he has an accent. itâs a nice, rich, southern drawl. god, you think youâre going crazy.
âuhm,â your fingers tighten around the basket and flowers. âuh, we heard â my aunt, uncle, and i âthat your grandma has the flu and we just wanted to, uhm . . . to . .â
izukuâs staring at you â deep green of his eyes a mirror image of chasmal nihility â awfully different than the usual handsome grin that seems to permanently reside on his lips anytime he waltzes into town. you feel your heart give a firm thud against the cage of your ribs before it ultimately seems to . . stop. he seems . . . annoyed by you.
your chin drops, eyes do too, and your voice is now softer, âwe heard that your grandma has to flu so, here you go,â you hold out the items you brought and he takes them slowly, as if hesitant. âthe mayor and his wife hopes she gets well soon.â
â. . . mhm,â is all he says, before leaning back against the doorframe.
you think your fingers are trembling so you clasp your hands together and hold them behind your back before deciding to spare one last look up at him.
freckles.
so, so many freckles.
dotted along his cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead. some are even peppered all over his neck and the broad span of his collar bones and shoulders, you have no doubt that they probably made home along his torso and back, too.
a frown starts to slowly pull down the corners of his lips, âis there anythinâ else?â
oh. âoh! no, no,â a bright smile of embarrassment spreads across your face as you shake your head and slowly take a step back. in doing so, a swift breeze wafts across your face, making you realize that you were standing so close to him before that you were enshrouded in a cloud of his scent. he smells like syrup and pine. âno, uhm, thatâs it.â
thick eyebrows rise underneath messy, green curls. âiâll tell gramma the mayor sends her good wishes.â
you donât know what you had expected.
maybe a â thank you, â or proper goodbye-send off . . certainly not him taking a step back, mirroring you, and swinging the door shut in your face with a firm blam! before you hear the swift shlick! of a lock twisting.
youâre shocked.
speechless, you scoff a slight sound of dumbfoundment prior to turning on your heels and returning back to where you came from.
okay, you think. wow.
on your way home, you replay the interaction again and again in your head. your motherâs always told you that you had too big of a heart, you let people get away with things that they know they can get away with only because itâs you. so, itâs no surprise why your mind drifts off into the conclusion that maybe . . maybe izuku didnât mean to slam the door that hard. and if he did, maybe he was just having a bad day. thatâs not a far off presumption, you muse. it makes sense.
you try not to dwell on it for too long.
he was just having a bad day. thatâs all.
from then on, you consider yourself on a constant, steady descent into madness. itâs something youâve always struggled with â being a people pleaser. and if you ever decide to go to therapy and discuss why you are the way that you are, youâre sure that it would be traced back to either one, your giving always has been disproportionate in each relationship youâve had and always lacked a return of current reciprocity, or two, who you were and what you wanted has been replaced by the needs and happiness of others â at the cost of your own likes, dislikes, goals, desires, and dreams.
dramatic, you think. although true, but youâd prefer not to delve too deep into that.
âbaking soda, flour, butter, sugar, eggs, white chocolate, macadamias, cinnamon, m&ms, and chocolate chips.â
youâre standing inside of the kitchen with a pink, frill-trimmed apron tied over your favorite, plaid skirt and blouse and a small, crumpled piece of notebook paper held between manicured fingers a week later. the ingredients you have written down on the parchment have all been marked with a check right beside them to indicate that you bought them and theyâre all laid out in front of you on the counter.
âalright,â you smile, set the paper down, and grab a mixing bowl.
itâs a new day. that means izukuâs probably doing a little bit better.
youâre fully prepared to try again.
baking has always been more of a hobby of yours than job, but, still, itâs also a skill that you find useful. youâre able to bake three different types of cookies â snickerdoodle, m&m, and white chocolate macadamia nut â in the shape of pretty hearts within only an hour and you make sure to envelop them all on a porcelain with plastic wrap to keep warm.
âwhere are you going?â
maevis is seated on his dark brown, leather, recliner seat in the living room as youâre shoving your feet inside of your pink, high heeled, mary jane shoes.
âdown to izukuâs.â
he flips a page of his newspaper, looks at you over the rim of gold framed, rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and gives a small â hm. â âalright. be safe.â
you smile and wrap your hand tighter around the red and white checkered wool you have the plate enswathed in. âokay, iâll be back!â
youâre out of the door on a mission.
making it down to their farmhouse seemed to have taken shorter time than the first. youâre already ringing the doorbell before youâre done rehearsing the lines you planned on saying to izuku as the same bout of nervousness that sparked the inside of your chest the first time returns during which the door opens.
â( â¤ď¸ )!â
you grin, âms. aya, hi!â
izukuâs grandmother is a tiny woman, standing at only five foot with thin, waist length curls the same forest-green tone of her grandsonâs. you greet her with a hug when she opens her arms and a nice scent of toffee and cedar glides within your nose the moment your chin touches her shoulder.
âhow are you feeling?â
she gives you a soft smile and waves you further inside the house after shutting the door. âoh, iâm fine now. the tea your aunt sent me helped a lot, tell her i said thank you for me, dear.â
she leads you down the foyer. you find the interior of their home to be very classic â high ceilings completed with wooden beams, dark floors, and a curved staircase a few feet away from the entrance.
ms. aya ushers you to the kitchen, âcâmere,â she says excitedly. âsit, sit! feels like i havenât seen you in so long. howâve you been?â
you take a seat on the bench section of the dining room table just as a loud shrill of a tea kettle went off, signaling aya to put on an oven mit, grab it from the stove top, and set it on a coaster.
âiâve been good,â is your reply. âi just stopped by to drop off these cookies i baked for you and your grandson â uh, izuku.â
â âzu?â she looks over her shoulder at you while carefully pouring the steaming, hot water into a short mug. her eyes glance away and eyebrows slowly begin to gather, âspeakinâ of âzu, where isââ
a door closes and you hear the gruff sound of a man clearing his throat a few feet down the hall. on compulsion, your spine straightens and all the confidence you had gathered while walking over here demolishes the second pretty, green eyes meet yours and a frown seems to instantly take place on his face.
â âzu, where were you?â aya clicks her tongue and shuffles over to him.
you think they look a bit silly standing side by side â tiny, frail aya and big, strong, perspiring izuku. no flannel today, heâs just in another muscle tee tucked into a pair dark washed jeans, and heavy boots. your eyes flit this way and that, drinking in the sight of thick biceps, sharp collarbones, and a stout neck veneered in a thin layer of sweat.
his shoulders are rising a bit faster than normal. heâs out of breath. âchoppinâ wood,â he tells aya through a soft mumble before heâs leaning to kiss her forehead and brush past you to the refrigerator without another glance given your way.
the air within the kitchen seems to spark a new tensity . . . and youâre not sure as to why. what was once lighthearted feels now unsettled. a dumbbell appears to have taken home within your chest and you look down at your fingers which thumb at the knot holding the plate of cookies together.
âwell, arenât you going to say hi?â aya takes a seat across from you. â. . i donât think you two have met yet, have you?ââ
ââwe have.â izuku lets the fridge door slam closed as he opens up a cap to a bottle of water.
aya hums in consideration. âoh,â she cooâd. âwell, she bought us cookies. câmere, âzuku. try one. she bakes just as good as anna.â
your hands fall to your lap and you direct your vision to them as aya undoes the fabric and slips off the plastic wrap on the plate. izuku gives a soft sigh and lets slow, wide, heavy steps carry him over to the table where you sit.
you.
he cuts his eyes at you, watching you sit there, almost curled into a ball as if you didnât want him to see you. good. the cookies on the plate look appetizing â heart shaped . . thatâs cute â and his stomach growls at the sweet scent that spirals up from them into his nose. the m&ms catch his attention first. shelled chocolate candy of all colors of the rainbow, buried shallowly into the soft dough with a few chocolate chips in between.
you take a peek up just in time when his long, thick fingers pick one from the plate and your big, pretty eyes follow his hand all the way up to his lips to watch him shove the entire cookie inside of his mouth while staring at you blankly . . . âno oatmeal raisin?â
heâs talking to you.
you swallow and slowly shake your head, ân-no,â you utter, unable to look away from him. âjust . . m&ms, snickerdoodle, and, uh, macadamia and white chocolate.â
he doesnât say anything for a moment. just rubs his fingers together to dust the crumbs off of them and you flinch when some fall on your tiny skirt. âhm,â he murmurs, grabs his water bottle, then walks out of the kitchen without another word uttered.
your posture slumps and you let a heavy exhale. with him gone, you feel as though you can finally breathe.
he hates you.
no, itâs not just a simple dislike ( as if you could deal with that, anyway ). he hates you and you donât know why. itâs bothersome.
each time he catches your eye in the plaza while heâs talking to someone, you can literally see the edges of his smile go frayed prior to him looking by away. you donât stop with the cookies, either, no, you drop off pie, cakes, and candles to the izuku residence, all in effort to somehow get a hint as to why or, even better, an explanation, but heâs quick to brush you off, exit the room, or is just simply not in at that moment.
aya, of course, is more than happy to spend more time getting to know you. and a part of you feels bad at knowing a teeny, tiny bit of you only stopped by every couple days was to see her grandson, but, honestly, can you help it?
youâre drawn to izuku like a stupid, little moth to a blaze.
when you catch him at the townâs convenience store while buying lemons and sugar for your uncleâs famous lemonade, you canât help but step away from the counter, losing your place in line just to follow the mop of moss-green curls all the way to the back of the store where alcohol, gauzes, and all things first aid are stocked.
your steps are quiet and slow as you round a shelf to watch him squint his eyes, bend his neck, and read a description on a box of bandages.
you think your eyes catch the blotch of blood seeping through the white tee he wears before anything â thick, runny, and the color of merlot, dripping down to the light wash hemming off his levis. âi-izuâ,â youâre gasping and shuffling over, hardly needing time to think about your own actions. the heels of your loafers clicking against the linoleum catches his attention. âgod, are . . are you okay? youâre bleedingââ
ââi know thatââ
ââdo you need help? uhm,â youâre setting down the small basket holding the sugar and lemons to open up the satchel you wear, hoping that you have something to aid him with. âi should haveââ
he bites out a low, ââiâm fineââ
ââactually, matter of fact, no. how âbout i just buy some gauzes and neosporin myself and i can patch you right on upââ
ââiâm fuckinâ fine!â
you jump and large, spooked eyes shoot up to meet his. izukuâs fists ball and he takes a step closer so that heâs looming over you â a threatening vice of strength and youâre left to hold your arms around yourself in fear of him hurting you. âthatâs whatâs fuckinâ wrong with you city folk,â he rasps quietly, eyes shifting between the both of yours as if he were making sure you were understanding each word that came out of his mouth. âalways thinkinâ yâall know everything and whatâs best. can tell you right now that iâd rather stand here ân bleed out than let yaâ help me.â
oh.
there it is, you muse. finally.
izuku watches the corners of your plump, full lips wobble and your bottom lip juts out into a darling pout as your eyes flicker down from his, to his neck, chest, then the floor. âo-okay,â you whimper, voice soft. âalright. fine.â
your head snaps back up and you seem to try to recuperate your previous poise but when it doesnât work, your entire face crumbles and you make sure to shove past him with a hard nudge of your shoulder into his side to get him out of your way.
and you wouldnât call it depression, no, but you are . . . really sad for the next couple days.
your bed is your safe haven and you stay wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and plushies, dozing in and out of sleep between hours of crying your eyes out. if he wants to hate you, then thatâs fine. you can hate him, too. it isnât that hard.
maybe this was just what you needed for you to finally build a spine and speak up for yourself.
âhey, babe.â
youâre a whiny, little mess, letting anna sit upon your bed and stroke her hand gently over your silk, sleeping cap while you lay your head on her lap. she makes sure to check up on you once every few hours â whether that be just opening the door and making sure youâre alive or, at least, trying to get you to eat something. she doesnât pressure you into telling her what has you so upset, nor to get up out of bed, and you adore her for that.
âwanna eat?â
itâs morning, around ten am. you showered only a couple hours ago after not being able to sleep and you considered actually getting dressed and going to run a couple errands for the house today for the first time in a while.
but, then, the doorbellâs ringing, uncle maevis is yelling upstairs that itâs for you, making you climb out of your sanctum of warmth and serenity, catch one glimpse of freckled cheeks when you make it to the railing, and then turn around. âno,â is all you grumble, catching annaâs bewildered expression as you climb back into bed and shove your face underneath a pillow. âno.â
she softly asks you, âwho was it?â and gets up to check herself. only, itâs clear, that izuku has followed you upstairs because you soon head her give a little gasp and the honeyed, contralto of his voice rumbling out a calm, âgâmorninâ maâam,â from your bedroom threshold. âi was hopinâ that i could talk taâ her fâa second . . . fâjust a moment.â
you curl yourself deeper underneath your blanket, almost trying to make yourself appear invisible. maybe, if you curl tight enough you can disappear, or better yet, he wonât see you.
âangel?â annaâs touching your shoulder and you huff and pull away. âiâm gonna let âzuku talk to you for a second, okay? iâll be right downstairs. call me if you need me.â
please donât leave, please donât leave, please donât leave.
her footsteps recede down the hallway and you sigh.
with your aunt gone, it leaves izuku standing in your doorway, and normally heâd ask a woman for permission to enter her bedroom but he knows youâre just as stubborn as a bloody-minded bull, so he walks in on his own and lets his eyes catch on the pretty decor of your room.
you have an an arch shaped window straight ahead with a giant pillow and plush animals covering the floor underneath it. thereâs a bookcase of all sorts of material aligned with a wall right beside it so he thinks that that may be your little book nook â cute. a classic tortoise shell vanity is directly across from your canopy bed, and the wall behind it is curtained with fairy lights, polaroid pictures, and photo booth strip images of you, your friends from the city he supposes, and your parents.
what covers your vanity is all types of things. he lets his fingers drift across your hair brush, jars of edge control, make up, and candles.
âi reckon that yâcanât be mad at me forever.â
he watches the little lump you make in the bed shuffle, proving that you heard him, but you donât say a word.
izuku slowly rounds the other side of your bed and tries to hold in a smile. âyou ignorinâ me?â
silence.
he sighs. he thinks he deserves that. âhey,â he crouches down to become eye level with you once he plucks the blanket you have over your head with his finger and lifts it so that your face is revealed. youâre pouting, of course you are, and yet, still, youâre staring at him like youâre trying to deep fry him like catfish with your eyes. izuku nibbles on the inside of his cheek, âgramma told me you were interested in how i spend my day,â his voice is soft, gentle, as if he were talking to a kitten to keep from scaring it away. â ân so i thought iâd show you.â
your pout deepens into a frown and you slowly lift up so that youâre propped up on your hands, âwhat makes you think that iâd want to spend the entire day with you after what you said to me, midoriya?â
izuku rubs the inner corners of his eyes with his fingers and tries to explain this in the calmest way possible, âjust . . come on. put on your shoes and letâs go.â
you fold your arms, âno.â
god, youâre a piece of work. he licks his lips, sighs, and lets his legs work on stretching him back up to his full height. â( â¤ď¸ ), please, put on your shoes. iâd like it if you came and spent the day with me.â
you, petty you, fix him with the nastiest scowl your pretty face can scrounge up, and in the sweetest tone possible, tell him, âiâd rather lay here in this bed and suffocate or bore myself to death than spend my day with you.â
something wicked curls within the base of izukuâs gut, leaving him staring at you while working his jaw back and forth â something that has him confused on what it means. because he knows what you just said was similar to what he told you at the store, he knows youâre only trying to get him angry, and to leave you alone, and just for that, heâs going to do the exact opposite.
you flop back down, and this time, turn your back towards him, âget out of my room.â
he takes a seat at the foot of your bed. âwell, then i reckon âm not leavinâ until you come with me.â
âiâll get my uncle to drag you out himself.â
âmister maevis adores lil, olâ me.â
you loathe knowing that heâs right. you drag yourself out of bed with a groan and huff, realizing there was no point in trying to change his mind, and shuffle to your closet to pull out the first article of clothing you see which is a little, white skirt, white, collared shirt, and pink, cropped sweater vest.
izuku clears his throat, standing up when you turn around and fix him with your eyebrows raised and a cocked head. âiâll leave you to . . .â he looks down at the clothes on your hand then the pajamas you wear â pink, cotton shorts that stopped right underneath your ass and a bralette. âyeah.â
he stands in the hall while you get ready, leaned against wallpaper the shade of eggshells covered in daffodils and buries his fists in his jeansâ pockets, thinking over if this was a mistake or not. in essence, it didnât take much for him to admit what happened at the store was wrong of him. if he wants to take it a step further, it was fucked up.
but upon his grandma telling him how interested you are in his life on the farm and what he does, he supposed that itâll be just a tiny step into the right direction of apologizing.
â âm ready.â
izuku doesnât know why he despises you so much, especially when you look so pretty, every day, all the time. you purposely left him standing in the hall for almost forty five minutes before exiting the room looking as if you were an angel sent directly from up above to stand in front of him. but, izukuâd rather let magic gallop all thirteen hundred pounds of her against his rib cage than admit that, to himself or you.
âwhat are we doing first?â
izukuâs throwing one, thick, muscled leg over magicâs back to settle on the saddle before reaching a hand down to where you stand on the first step on the porch. your eyes flick from it to magic who only glances at you before giving a small snort and looking away.
âdonât be scared,â izuku reads the evident unease that glistens in your eyes and gives a short head rub to magic who pushes back into his hand with a sound of content. âsheâs a sweet girl.â
âare you sure?â
one look at your fingers rubbing nervously against one another as you nibble on the corner of your bottom lip has izukuâs chest doing that weird thing again â makes him feel as if his heart was twisting and clenching and it makes him, strangely, want to pull you into his arms and never let go. any normal person would ignore the feeling, but izuku doesnât, and to make it worse he responds to it which always has him biting his words out to you in irritation.
âi think iâd know my own horse. câmon, weâre wastinâ time.â
you struggle a bit but you end up on the horse with your chest glued to izukuâs broad back.
âwrap your arms âround.â
youâre hesitant, youâre always so fucking timid around him, but you do it and izuku doesnât waste another moment prior to giving magic a nudge into her side with the heel of his foot and she takes off down the road on a steady gallop.
you emit a small squeak. initially, its scary. you canât help but bury your face into the soft cotton of the white button down izuku wears as the world whips past you in a blur. nevertheless, after a while, you take a peek and realize that if you focus on how the wind hits your face and how good izuku smells and if you press your little palms tighter against his chest, you can make out the outline of abdominal muscles ?, and itâs actually nice.
izuku controls magic with natural grace. his posture is straightened yet his lower body is lax so that heâs able to steer her left and right with only his heel if needed. youâre entranced by him.
âyâever milk a cow?â
heâs leading you to the barn, the same one your eye keeps catching each time you happen to look out of the window while inside of the house with aya.
your thick wedged, vivienne westwood, ballerina shoes are sinking into soft soil as you try to keep up with his long strides. ânuh-uh,â you utter softly. â. . . it looks fun though.â
you hear izuku give a small snort. the sound makes you lift your eyes up to see a soft smile on his face though his eyes were still trained ahead of him. you want to ask him whatâs so funny but heâs pushing open one of the tall, heavy doors of the barn and your brainâs immediately going empty at the sight of all of the animals that occupy almost the entire space within.
the pigs are the first you notice, around five of them, caged in a large wooden pin with dried mud caked all over their plump, pink bodies and they seem to snort a greeting towards you and izuku as you, him, and magic past by them, a flock of sheep, and two cows to an empty stall.
âthatâs betsy,â he points to a brown spotted cow who lazily chews on a handful of silage. âand thatâs tux.â a fluffy black one who stands in the other stall beside her.
you canât help cooâing and tickling your fingers atop of betsyâs head. âwell, arenât you precious?â
izuku watches you whisper and mutter to her while he fills magicâs drinking bail with fresh, drinking water. youâre like a child â skipping between betsy and tux and smiling all bright. and they melt their broad, fat faces into your soft palm, all content and happy like they didnât try kicking and biting izuku the first time he met them all those years ago after being dropped off at the farm at only ten years old by his parents before they ran back off to another country. jealous? fuck no.
you giggle, âyouâre so cute.â
maybe.
âcâmere.â izuku makes you hold out your hands so that he can slap some petroleum jelly on your little palms and tells you to rub it in while he opens betsyâs stall, grab a pail, rinses it clean, strip her, then plop it underneath her udders. âalright, now, watch me.â
you have to bend lower so that youâre in a crouching position like him to watch him grab two of betsyâs teats at the base by two of his fingers on each hand, grip, and slide down.
youâre amazed at how fresh, clean milk is released from the teats into the bucket, and how izuku seems to do it almost absentmindedly, as if this was just a regular olâ day for him which, in hindsight, most likely is. ânow yâwanna hold and, sort of, grip as you slide your fingers down so that the milk can come out.â
his hands are beautiful to you â big and thick, scarred and bruised. effortless strength and brawn eclipsed beneath a sealant of wounds. your eyes flutter from them and up to his face, shyly. he chews on the inside of his cheek when heâs focused which makes his freckles dance along his jaw as his curls flop against his forehead upon his moil and effort.
âhere.â izuku lets betsyâs teats go, lifts up and takes a step back. âyour turn.â
youâre hesitant. you waddle, still crouched down, to replace his spot and grab the teats carefully.
izuku hears you giggle. âtheyâre . . they feel weird,â you tell him softly. he watches you start to gently squeeze and pull, and surprisingly, you donât seem half bad at it.
âmay bring you around here more ofâen.â
you spend your day milking cows, shaving sheep, gathering eggs, and feeding pigs. itâs fun â living in izukuâs shoes for a day, and in a way, the respect you have for what he does for the town builds because you see that itâs a lot. a lot more than you initially thought, that is. however, still, as fun and riveting it is, being a farmer and all, itâs nonetheless exhausting.
youâre burned out by the fifth hour which happens to be around dusk and thankfully, izuku doesnât try to push you past whatâs clearly your limit; he just leads you back to the barn, mumbling something about him needing to check on magic anyways, and lets you plop down on a haybed while he refills her food and water pail.
wordlessly, you watch him. â. . . you donât like me very much, do you?â
the barn is quiet aside from the sound of a wooden brushâs bristles being combed through magicâs thick mane and the soft cracking of hay being stepped upon on your end. izuku looks at you and finds your eyes focused on your shoes and lets your words marinate for a moment. the question was blurted out so he gives you the option to backtrack and take it back if needed, but when you donât, he inhales air through his teeth and looks back at magic.
his answer is coarse, âno.â
at the same time he says, âdonât ask why,â you shoot out, âwhy?â
the barn goes silent again for a while and you find that now that the topic is here, lingering in the air, thereâs no point in fighting to leave it alone. âdid i . . did i do something to you?â your voice is soft and frail; makes izuku step around magic to get the other side of her mane just out of fear of him seeing your round, doe eyes looking up at him full of dejection. â âcause if i did, iâm sorry. all this time, i didnât think of me probably saying something to you in the wrong way or tone, or maybe even, cutting you off at the plazaââ
ââyou didnât do anythinâ.â
you watch him toss the brush to the side, close magicâs stall, then sigh. his face goes through a range of emotions before he ultimately settles on looking straight at you with what looks like frenzy sheathed underneath a thin layer of control. â. . think itâs more about me likinâ you a little too much than me not liking you.â
your eyebrows gather in close as they dip in to reveal your confusion, âhm?â
izuku rolls his eyes and turns his back toward you. his neck bows and youâre confused on what heâs doing until you notice his shirt loosening around the shoulders. âgramma tells me that âm actinâ like a child . . a schoolboy because iâd rather hold my emotions for you under dislike and insults than tell you how i really feel.â
his shirt falls off of his arms and he throws it over a wooden beam while walking to an empty stall where a chipped, large piece of glass laid propped up, serving as a mirror. beside it is a shelf that holds a first aid kit and he grabs it before coming to a stop in front of the mirror, leaving you to look at him through the reflection.
your mind tugs between being shocked at how chiseled his torso is â broad, thick, strong, and decorated with scars and bruises, both new and old â and concerned . . because that cut you had wanted to nurse back at the convenience store seems to not have gotten the slightest bit better. no longer is he bleeding but the skin around it is purpled and clearly tender; you can see it in the way he flinches back from his own fingers when he reaches out to tear off the gauze.
âgod, izuku.â youâre walking over and reaching for a wet wipe in the first aid kit. âyouâve been walking around like this all day?â
âpast couple days,â he gruffly corrects, watching you bend your neck so that youâre able to carefully start wiping away the pus and ooze that seems to drip from the scar. he notices the tiny gold hooks and shells that decorate your locs and how you seem to actually be concerned for his well being . . and he pretends not to notice how his heart speeds up in the slightest as the feel of your little fingers brushing along his skin.
âyouâre stupid,â you hiss, sparing a look up at him to see his eyes widened with surprise. âyouâre so stupid. you havenât let yourself heal, itâs been open this entire time.â
he doesnât know what to say, but he stands still and lets you rub on some numbing cream and keeps from admiring how pretty you look through the reflection of the mirror behind you.
your voice is gentle again when you murmur, âbut iâm not gonna ignore what you said . . . mm, schoolboy?â
izuku feels himself grow a little embarrassed. he looks away. âdonât know how else to explain it.â
youâve got this far . . . âso you like me?â
he doesnât say anything. not until medication is transferred onto a thick, new piece of gauze and the gauze is stuck and patted against izukuâs skin.
âtruth is,â izuku waits until you look up at him. until your pretty eyes meet his and leaves his heart stuttering within his chest which he powers through to softly say, âalways thought you were sweeter than stolen honey.â
itâs immediate â the adorable smile that starts to creep up on your lips, leaving you to shyly look away from him and drop your forehead between his pectoral muscles which only makes izuku chuckle. â. . i thought you hated me,â you mewl. âizuâ this isnât fair. youâd see me coming a mile away while you were standing at the plaza and hurry and go the other way, you sprinkled cookie crumbles on me because i didnât make oatmeal raisin and when i did, you took the whole plate from me without so much a glance or thank you, and you slammed a door in my face!â
when itâs all laid out like that, izuku realizes that he was a bit, fuck that, very rude to you. âiâm sorry,â he whispers, taking a chance to lay a kiss right against the crown of your head. god, heâs sorry. âiâm sorry, i just . . â he chews the inside of his cheek, trying to explain his emotions as best he can. âi donât know how to . . like someone.â he doesnât think heâs ever had a crush before. heâs never craved to hold a person tight, to slip love notes within their back pockets as if he were a sheepish teen, to protect, love, and cherish â not until you stumbled into his life.
you lift your head and his heart melts at the pout that plays on your plump lips, âso, how do you know you like me?â
youâre confused when he grabs your wrist but it all makes sense upon him taking your hand, pressing it against the middle of his chest, and covering his own with it.
thudthudthudthudthud.
your pretty face is amazed, âitâs beating so fast,â you whisper, pressing your hand against his chest more flat as if to get a better feel.
his face softens when he laughs, you realize. he looks almost . . boyish â an innocent gleam in his eyes that you find adorable. âyeah, well . .â he clears his throat. âreckon itâs been beatinâ this hard since i picked you up earlier . . since i first saw you at the plaza three years ago.â
youâre giddy. you really donât know how else to explain how you feel, especially when you have izuku staring down into your eyes, face soft and eyes dazed, as if he were looking at you for the very first time. you donât say anything for a second, you want to bask in how this feels for as long as you can, notably upon him bringing your hand that covered his heart up higher so that he can press one, two, three, four, five gentle kisses against each pad of your fingers.
you stare at his lips the entire time â soft, pink, flushed a pretty coral. the air around you both seems to thicken; leaves your own lips parting and your little mouth softly gasping for your next breath upon him pulling you even closer, chest to chest. heâs so big, you realize it for what feels like the thousandth time. he makes you nervously shift from foot to foot as you try to vocalize what you want, leaving him staring at you with amusement shining within viridescent green.
âyou can . .â your voice is pitched higher and his fingers tighten around the hold he has around your waist to make you gasp again. âyou can kiss me.â
his responding chuckle is so deep that it has you feeling it rumbling throughout your entire body. you hate how a lick of heat starts at the base of your throat and ends with a gush of slick pooling in the seat of your panties. âshit, thatâs cute,â he mumbles, still smiling. âhow you think i need permission.â
â huh? â is only halfway out of your mouth prior to his lips touching yours and you, precious you, blossom like a rose within his arms. he kisses you hard, has your back bending rearward from the sheer intensity of it, but youâre all for it. your hands slip across the broad swathe of his shoulders which you dig your fingernails into as if to somehow bring him closer. izuku cups the underneath your jaw between his large hand, so that heâs able to keep your chin up and lips atop his which he nibbles upon tauntingly, tasting sweet cake batter from your lipgloss.
âizuâ,â you whimper and go to pull away but as if drawn to one another like a moth to a flame, you only last a second without his lips against yours before you both are back where you started.
your bodyâs turning and your feet are moving, walking backwards until the underside of your ass touches what feels like the bed of hay and youâre pulling away for the second time to look up into izukuâs eyes. âcan i,â his breathing is slightly labored. â. . . can i touch you?â
you want to be reluctant, you want to resist, but izuku makes it hard.
you mewl out a little, âuh-huh,â while nodding your head and heâs really not wasting another second. your tiny sweater vest is lifted off of your head and thrown somewhere irrelevant, and hesitantly, his fingers reach for the buttons of your shirt before he starts to undo them one by one with your hands holding his wrists the entire time.
your tiny skirt is next to go, not before he indulges himself and lets his hand fall down on one fat, plush globe with a sharp slap prior to him taking a nice handful and you squeak while pressing your chest back against his. âmy god,â he whispers underneath his breath, looking over your shoulder to do it again. âlemme see it, princess.â
you whine and press your ass back into his big, rough hands, satiating his greed of seeing your ass jiggle and move when you grab it from the bottom yourself and squeeze. izuku moans, âfuck.â
itâs jarring â seeing his usual, stoic composure he seemed to have masqueraded just for you drop second by second, until heâs just . . . izuku. the izuku youâve seen kiss his grandmother on the cheek on greeting each time he enters the house, the izuku that laughs all loud and cute in the plaza, the izuku that seems to have softened up more notably around you until heâs giggling and kissing the spot right atop your heart prior to him picking you up and then laying you back upon the soft, fleece covering of a hay bed.
âdrive me crazy, yâknow that?â he mumbles while undoing the ribbons that tie into a bow right above your ankles which allows your shoes to loosen and fall, leaving you cladded in just your short, frilly socks and pink, laced undergarments with little bows decorating the hem of your bra and panties. âknow how hard itâs been fâme, honey?â when you donât answer, too entranced by his hands sliding up the curve of your hips and waist, up to your ribs then all the way back down to your calves, izuku gives a tilt to your body and swats a nice, thick smack to your ass. you squeak. â âm talkinâ to you.â
âh-hah . . no, izuâ.â youâre so cute, pouting down at him like you donât understand . . like youâre clueless to what youâre doing to him and his little, olâ heart.
âizuâ,â he repeats softly, standing from his knees. nobody calls him that but you and he fucking loves it. he remembers the first time he heard you call him izuâ, all syrupy sweet down at that convenience store. heâs positive that you hadnât even known you let the nickname slip out of your mouth, too concerned with him bleeding and all, but it took almost everything within him from not downright ravaging you directly on that linoleum the nanosecond he heard it pass from your pretty lips.
you follow him when he stands so that youâre seated upright with one hand behind you, holding you up â watching his fingers slip one end of his belt through the loops of his jeans and silver buckle so that he can loosen it, pop open the button, and slide down his zipper.
your little bodyâs inching closer and closer. you arenât even looking at him, eyes focused right on his crotch after he pulls his jeans and briefs down his thick, muscled thighs, and his cock springs up centimeters away from your nose bridge. the way you gasp is adorable.
your mouth feels dry. youâd be lying to yourself if you said you never wondered about how his cock would look like, late at night, buried beneath the soft fleece and wool of your blankets with green curls, freckled cheeks, bulging biceps, and pretty lips running through your brain at an all time speed like a montage. itâs pretty â tip flushed the same orangey-pink of his lips, firm skin wrapped around all thick, eight inches of him and he curves just slightly upwards.
your fingers lift before they recoil. âcan i . .â your voice is quiet; seems to be stuck in your throat.
thankfully, izuku understand you. he hums softly, âwant it?â
your hips shift at the sound of his voice â deep, quiet, gentle. your panties are so wet that itâs uncomfortable. you nod, and lift your head when he tilts your chin up so that you can make eye contact with him, âmhm.â
âsay it, then.â you almost cum just at the sight of him starting to stroke himself â lazy and steady. âlet izuâ hear you say it.â
youâre so pouty. izuku doesnât understand how fucking precious one girl can be. âi wanâ it,â you whimper.
âwant what?â
a glistening bead of pre cum starts to build at his tip. âwant your cock, izuâ,â you sniffle and push your cheek deeper into his palm. âwant it . . in my mouth, please?â
âwhat a darlinâ thing you are,â he whispers, eyes focused on your lips which part wide open when his thumb brushes across the bottom. âdonât even have to tell you tâ open up . . good girl.â
the first taste of him on your tongue has your eyes simultaneously rolling back and fluttering closed. itâs something that you canât explain â a certain briny sweetness that makes your saliva build up within your mouth and literally has you drooling over him. you begin a rhythm at a slow, lazy pace . . burying all of him til he touches the hilt of your throat and pulling back slowly while softly humming in content.
âfuck,â izuku whimpers and tilts his head back, letting himself just feel it for a second . . feel how your little mouth wraps around him tight. youâre messy with it â donât care if your slobber gets all thick, frothy, and fizzy, âcause youâd only pull back and smooth it all over his shaft to lubricate him more while smiling cutely.
izukuâs mouth falls open when your little fists melt into the mix and you circle them in opposite directions while bobbing your head. his toes curl in his boots. âoh, goodgirlgoodgirlgoodgirl,â he moans and lets his hips start to rock back and forth. thatâs exactly what you are. youâre so fucking good. izuku hates himself for how he treated you all these years. you didnât deserve it, no, you didnât.
all of those times heâd see you at the farmerâs market, selling your pretty candles and flower seeds, heâs been wanting to walk over and spark up a conversation with you so bad, but, he never could. in a way, he thinks you intimidated him . . all pretty and sweet, itâs fucking insane how bad heâs wanted you and for so long.
you choke and your throat clenches around his crown. izuku pulls out, letting you gasp and hum. âso pretty,â he whispers, slapping his heavy dick on the cushion of your displayed tongue. heâs positive that his eyes have hearts doodled within them. âprettiest girl in town . . in the universe.â
you canât help but giggle which makes him smile and bend to grab your legs and pull them which has you falling back onto your back. âyou taste sâgood, izuâ,â you whisper.
âhm? really? lemme try then.â heâs holding your face firmly between his hand so that he can essentially dip his tongue inside the warmness of your mouth to stroke it over your own and the roof of it, needy for both his and your conjoined taste and â god, it doesnât disappoint. him, sharp and tart, mixed with your sweetness, he thinks heâs in love. youâre enticing; enlivening something carnal and twisted within him. something that izuku himself doesnât even have a clue of as to what it is.
all he knows is that heâs never wanted someone as bad as he does you. he doesnât know why heâs battered down this feeling, this urge for so long, but he knows that now that he has you, he refuses to ever let you go.
youâre looking up at him like heâs hung the sun in the sky when you whisper, âizuku.â your eye contact only breaks because you seem to shy away. âit hurts.â
hurts . . . he doesnât like that. you shouldnât be hurting, not one bit. never again for as long as heâs alive and breathing. âwhat hurts, honey?â heâs lifting himself a little higher, thinking that maybe him lying all of his body weight on you is the problem; but when you whine and shake your head, as if that was the last thing you wanted him to do, he grows even more confused. âhmm?â
itâs cute â how your little hand scrambles for purchase on his wrist so that you can lead and place his fingers right over the seat of your panties upon your pussy and how your eyes roll back into your head, making izuku think that only your relief is able to be satisfied and glutted by him and only him â whether by a simple touch or not.
âoh,â he whispers, letting his fingers find the puffy pearl of your clit that protrudes out between your lips just the slightest bit and is hardened to the touch. âwant me right here?â
âuh huh.â your legs are lifting on their own accord so that you can grab the backs of your thighs and hold yourself open for him. izuku appreciates that.
he bends his neck low so that he can leave sweet, gentle kisses along the soft, plush skin of your inner thighs. you smell so good to him â like a coconut cream pie, almost exactly like it, and itâs intoxicating. âspread âem wi â well, iâll be damned,â pushes out of his chest as a soft whisper when you open your legs wider before he finished his sentence. âthere you go . . . smart girl. so fuckinâ perfect.â
flawless. exquisite. youâre perfect.
upon him tearing your underwear off and pocketing them without missing your cute, scandalized gasp that is, izuku feasts his eyes on your pretty pussy and is positive that he falls in love with you right then and there. youâre shaved bare, save for a cute landing strip in the shape of a triangle right on your mound whose tip points to your slit.
your lips are chubby and brown but when he uses his thumbs to spread them apart, he opens a door to lovely, glittering, pink and a tiny, swollen clit who seems to have made home in its hood. youâre beautiful. youâre . . â âbout pretty as a peach.â
you grow sheepish under his glazy-eyed stare. âs-stop it.â
izuku wants . . . he wants so much that it makes him press the pads of his fingers harder into your skin where he holds your thighs up himself in frustration. he wants to curb all of your doubts, your uncertainties, your worries â wants you to believe that there wonât be another day on earth where heâd be all cruel and horrid to you. he wants to know if you prefer to live out the rest of your days in a sweet cottage home or cozy, little bungalow. he wants to take his time to get to know your body, wants to treasure it the way it deserves to be. would you flinch back or keen if he blew a soft breath on your little clit to coax it from its cover?
he blows.
your body recoils but your back arches and you whine. both. how sweet.
when his mouth latches onto your entire pussy is when you gasp. his entire tongue scours the complete length of you, from the silver of skin separating your sweet cunt from your taint, all the way up to the throbbing bud of your clit. you lift your head, sparing the chance of your heart failing at the sight of his eyes staring straight ahead into yours through long, pretty eyelashes and messy curls. ângh â izu, god,â you slump back against where you lay.
itâs a loud slurp echoing throughout the quiet barn when he pulls himself off, just to lay his thumb right above your clit and push the hood of it upwards with just a bit of pressure so that he can grant himself access to it. âthere we go.â
your little toes curl in your socks when he suctions his lips to it and gives a few wet, experimental suckles. the muscles of your abdomen tenses and rolls and he feels you press the inside of your thighs closer to his ears, essentially telling him that you liked that.
âooh shit,â youâre whimpering. âshit, izuku, fuck.â
how filthy. izuku comes to realize that he doesnât like that very much â those foul words flowering from your pretty lips. but, still, he does it again, only this time he pulls his head back just an inch with your clit still in his mouth before letting it go with a wet pop so that it can settle back in place. you hiccup.
izuku wonders, â. . feel good?â he murmurs around your pussy, needing to know.
he looks up at you just in time for him to catch you lift your head. youâre beautiful. eyebrows just the slightest bit furrowed, making him think you were almost sad if it werenât for how your mouth was dropped along a soft âoâ as you moaned his name. âuh-huh,â you nod and your soft hand pushes some of his curls back from his forehead to get a better look at how his tongue slowly began to snake down to slither inside of your tiny hole. âhng, shit!â
you think the responding swat on your thigh is innocent. his tongue buries inside of you deeper when you fall back again and open your trembling legs wider. âf-fuck, donât stopââ
ââjesus fucking christ.â
izuku lets your legs fall from around his face and stands up. his mouth leaving the warmth of your pussy is so abrupt that youâre left blinking up at the ceiling in shock for a moment before youâre whimpering, âwhy did youââ
a bundle of lace trimmed cotton is pushed inside of your mouth â your underwear. âkiss your maâ with that mouth, shortstuff?â izuku kicks off his shoes and his jeans. âi counted. your lilâ self cursed five times, i donât like that. pretty girls donât swear.â
a small mewl is made out through the gag in your mouth. izuku only joins you on the bed of hay when you reach out for him and makes sure to spread your legs wider, just to accommodate his build. he wants his words to sink inside of your fuzzy brain, wants to make sure that you understand what heâs saying . . and so he passes the time by trailing the tip of his nose carefully down your cheek until he reaches your neck where he softly kisses and hums against. âno swearinâ, princess. yâhear me?â
you give a gentle âmhm,â and head nod, looking up at him as if he were the creator of all things good and he removes your panties without another second wasted before kissing your lips one more time.
his cockhead nudges the entrance of your pussy and it makes your next inhale go trembly. it hurts. blood hums and thrums within your veins, all heading south which only makes your pussy feels as if someone had been pounding at it with a hammer for an hour straight. izuku knows it hurts, he can see it in the way your hips shift and how your face screws. âcan iââ
ââplease, mhm, please,â youâre gasping. âdo anythinâ izu, i donât care.â
so pretty. izuku lifts up, spits into his palm and polishes it over his cock, watching your chest heave which only brings his attention to your tits, still encased within your bra and he silently thanks you for having a front clasp because heâs able to simply pluck the hook loose which allows your breasts to spill out into his welcoming hand.
âooh, fuck,â he whispers, stroking the underside of his dick along your lips while rolling one, small nub between his fingers.
he inches inside you slowly, gradually, little by little until his heavy, plump balls are pressing flush against your ass and youâre mouth is left agape with a little pool of drool sitting on your tongue. izuku groans, forehead touching yours. âshit,â heâs panting, he realizes. left breathless by the sheer sight of you. âoh, fuck. howâs it feel, baby? âs good?â
your response is a simple sob of his name.
youâre so â you felt so full, so full, so full â it was too much. not enough? it was so much, too much. you canât get enough. so good, so good, so good â
your eyes roll into the back of your skull when he pulls out just half way and carefully grinds back in. youâre positive of there being a bubble around you two, one full to the brim of avid, ravenous want and desire â three years of angry pining and back and forth leading up to this one moment which leaves izuku grabbing you by the backs of your knees to press them into the soft blanket on either side of your shoulders which he also uses as leverage to begin pistoning his hips up then down.
âoh my god,â you squeak and reach for his forearms, digging your nails deep into the skin when the crown of his dick bumps against the textured ridge of your cervix.
oh, heâs waited long enough â too long. âfuck, yâso pretty,â he mumbles, hearing the sticky squelch of his cock fucking your cream in then out of you. âso . . fuckinâ beautiful.â
his thrusts are slow, calculated, deep and his thumbs rub comforting, little circles against the underside of your thighs. he was proud of you for taking all of him so well. heâs inescapable when he leans back down to bury his face inside the crook of your neck which leaves your legs still opened and bent back by the weight of him.
your breaths are short and pushed out of you with each jab of his hips and you find the strength to wrap your arms around his back and bury one of your hands inside of his soft curls. âfeels s-so good izuâ,â you hiccup, feeling overwhelmed. your clit is stimulated by his trimmed pubes the closer he pushes his hips into yours.
izuku canât get enough. his hands slip down beneath you so that he can grab you by the soft globes of your ass, grip them and start to make you rise your hips to meet him halfway when he picks up a quicker rhythm. âfilthy . . lilâ . . pussy.â
tears of pleasure blur your vision. you canât babble anything but âso good.â â âs so good,â you sniffle. âdaddy, âs so good.â
the name slips from your lips without much thought, but something inside of izuku ignites. makes him lift his head to look at you, but itâs like you hadnât realized you said it. how cute, how sweet. a lopsided smile lifts his lips, â âs that right?â
he doesnât give you a chance to take it back, no, that titleâs all his now. he lets your legs go in lieu of throwing them over his shoulders and with the new position, itâs like his energy triples. youâre a mess. youâre a teary faced, empty brained, dumb little mess. âizu â god, fuck â izuâ!â
two thunderously loud smacks rain down on your ass before you can even comprehend what you had just said. âwhat did i say?â izukuâs tone is gentle though as he holds your throat within his hand, not pressing, not squeezing, just anchoring you down to reality so that your blurred vision can focus on him. âwhat did daddy say, hm?â
your pussy spasms around his girth. ân-no,â you swallow and try to form another sentence. âno swearing.â
âgood girl,â his pace stills. he sits there for a moment, lets you feel the weight of him inside of you while he basks in your velvety, pink walls tightening and constricting around him before heâs suddenly pulling out.
you gasp.
he cooâs at how your pussy gapes, only for a moment or two, before your pretty walls were closing again and shrinking behind the lips of your labia while greeting him with another gush of milky white slick.
âcâmere.â he tilts your body on its left side so that he can slip up behind you, lift your bent leg, and slap his heavy cock on your pussy. âput it in fâme, pretty.â
you sniffle as your little hand reaches for his dick and you align his tip to the entrance of your cunny so that izuku can slowly push back in. he thinks this position may be his favorite. your head falls back into his shoulder and you turn it into his neck as if to silence the loud, long moan crawling out from the base of your gut.
he lets you have that; knows you can only quiet yourself for so long, especially when he picks up an immediate constant rhythm that has your ass bouncing off of his hips with thick clapping sounds that echo throughout the entire stable. youâre drooling, a thin rivulet that trickles down your cheek and izuku lets his thumb stroke it away while he pants against your opened mouth. âplease cum in me,â youâre crying and digging your fingernails into the forearm thatâs wrapped around your chest. âplease, izuâ.â youâve never wanted anything more in life, youâre sure.
izuku moans and slips his leg between the both of yours, needing to be intertwined within you. âoh, fuck, yâwant that?â he groans. âyâsure?â
âuh huh.â when your hand slips between your legs to capture your clit beneath your fingers, he notices and pushes them away to replace them with his own. youâre sure youâve reached seventh heaven when his other handâs fingers slip past your lips so that you can suckle and busy your needy mouth with them, hardly needing another second before your joints were locking up and you were cumming with a silent moan.
you clench up tight â almost too tight. izukuâs jaw tightens and he bullies his cock past that tight barrier your pussy seems to take on as it spasms and drips a thin, pearly cream down his shaft and balls. âoh fuck.â he bends your leg further and further back until itâs almost touching your shoulder. he wants to see it â wants to see his heavy, swollen balls smack against that little clit, wants to see your pussy get battered into submission, wants to see your tummy bulge to accommodate all that he gives.
âmine,â he whispers underneath his breath as his balls draw closer to his body. âgod, youâre mine. all fucking mine.â
he cums with a choked gurgle of your name. itâs surreal. iridescent stars seem to border his vision as he ruts his hips against your ass to fill you up to the brim. âshit,â heâs panting and softly whining into the top of your head, holding you as close as he can as his body breaks out into a full shudder. pleasure seems to run up and down his spine at an all time speed, heâs never felt anything like this before. âshit, baby.â
you moan softly at the warmth he brings. you can tell itâs a lot . . can feel it when your fingertips press against your lower tummy and you can hear a small slushing sound.
izuku doesnât think he can move. his breathingâs labored and his chest feels full, but he canât move, heâs sure of it. you both lay there for a moment, needing just a second to gather your bearings. youâre tired and you feel just a little gross with all the crying and drooling you were doing, but izuku still kisses you with everything he has within him.
itâs funny, you think.
walking hand and hand with izuku into the same convenience where this all seemed to have started the next day to buy a plan b pill. itâs funnier seeing almost the entire townâs reaction to seeing you kiss one another for the first time and you think itâs absolutely comical, come eight months later when heâs proposing to you in a field of daisies at dusk only a few acres away from the barn.
âoh my god,â youâre giggling while staring down at him on bent knee, holding a tiny, red, velvet box that holds a gorgeous, angled diamond with a pretty pearl right beside it â it belonged to his great grandma, heâll tell you about a year later while youâre both cozied up underneath a blanket in your own, little cottage home. âare you sure?â
heâs smiling, all pretty and soft, with his eyes focused on yours like you were the only person on the planet, the only person that mattered. âabsolutely positive.â
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Prince!Shouto ⥠Maid!Reader - Chapter 1 out of ??
-> You've always been kind, wanting nothing more then to spread warmth into a cold castle. When you were a child, you had given some of your kindess to a boy in need. It was because he recognized your kindess, that you live to tell this story today.
fiction contains: fluff, angst, romance, reader is almost executed because endeavor is a piece of shit, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, assassination, pining, shouto is a little too in love with reader, shouto is also an extreme romantic, reader is almost killed again because, you guessed it, endeavor is a piece of shit, pining, izuku + bakugou are shouto's right hand men, little bit of violence
chapter contains: nothing extreme worth mentioning, shouto n reader are so cute omgomg PROLOUGE
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chapter word count: 4.4k
Flowers fall salubriously over the skies of Venora, the sunâs warmth spreading over the fingertips of anyone sauntering outside to perform their duties for that dayâŚor to any of the many children that decided to skip around their village knee-level of the citizens with flowers in their hair, engaging in anything that excited their blooming curiosity.
Venora is one of- if not the most flourishing of countries, being outstandingly large, and having one of the most capable and efficient militia. It is a strong belief here that everyone has their purpose in life, and everyone has their own âtalentâ or gift given to them to serve that purpose. Many people are aware of their gifts from an early age, some without, and have hairs turning silver and still letting life lead them in whichever direction the wind blows. All in all, itâs a safe country to live your hopes and dreams in.
Besides, you learned the punishment for breaking some of the laws can be quite severe, and said punishments are severe enough to strike terror into the citizens who consider tampering with them.
âReally?? We get to visit the palace??â A little child squealed into their motherâs lap, that child just so happened to be you. Playing princesses with your friends was entertaining, yes, but it couldnât compare with the real thing. It played over and over inside your feeble brain, the diamond chandeliers, the gold-plated statues, the doors, the throne room. Just the thought would make any insouciant child like yourself shake with anticipation.
âYou mustn't make a scene when we get there, dear. As much as I understand your excitement, the palace canât be mistaken to you as a place of fun and games, itâs quite serious. Your father is attending a meeting, so you and I get to stay for a while to attend the holiday. If youâre lucky, you might be able to attend the ball with me.â Your mother almost immediately regrets the last few sentences of her speech, now having to deal with a squealing 5-year-old who cannot control their emotions any longer. After a long sigh, she scooped you off her lap, walking over to the bedroom to place you into bed. There were paintings with stars and sparkles adorning the ceiling above your bed, and you convinced your mother to help hang stars from the faded paint spots. The dim lighting in a shade of dark blue truly did make the stars sparkle, including the ones hanging in your room and the stars that dance together in the sky. It made you wonder if they had the same paintings on the palace walls, maybe even more. With a kiss to your forehead, she tucked you in your bed and tried to step away, but failed due to you reaching out your tiny hand to grab onto her yellow sundress.
âDo you think I can be a princess? Like the ones in the big palace?â
âI'm sure you can, and I bet youâll be the prettiest princess ever. However⌠I'm afraid princesses get beauty sleep, and at this rate, youâll turn into a gremlin with baggy eyes!â She smiled when your body immediately went lax, and you flopped onto your bed sheets and snored as if youâd been sleeping for over a hundred years. With that, she left your room.
Your father was in a state of alamort, putting in as much effort as his soul allowed him to move your family higher status and reputation, but to no avail. His majesty had barely spared a glance at him, and he hoped that this ceremony would be an opportunity to bring his family higher. Your family was by no means struggling with money or bringing food on the table, more so struggling to maintain the reputation that's been withheld in your bloodline for generations.
Nobility was a hard bargain. Your surname was well known in the village you lived in, but it didnât advance any farther than that. The familyâs worth compared to that as a bystander youâd see in royal events, just slightly over a commoner, nothing to ever be placed near the grand royalty of the Todoroki bloodline.
The annual Crescent Moon ceremony was taking place in just a small amount of time, a celebration to symbolize family, fertility, empowerment, and to appreciate lifeâs lavish graces. It most certainly wasnât the most important of events, but the meaning behind it gave reason to be veryâŚlavish, and thriftless. A perfect event for a child to witness, as it romanticizes royal life to the utmost degree.
So, in the restless dreams of a 5-year-old girl, youâd be sitting on a throne adorned with diamonds, and a version of yourself that you would assume is an older you. A crown so shiny that if angled towards the sun, would blind anyone looking in your direction. It sits atop your perfectly placed strands of hair, not a single one out of place. Maybe if you thought hard enough, youâd be able to visualize a chromatic ring wrapped around your 4th finger, followed by the lips of a handsome prince pressed against the front of your hand.. is there a prince at the castle? Even a little girl can be bashful sometimes, maybe heâd be like the books, with a prodigious sword attached to his hip and weighty boots that slammed against marble floors, signaling his arrival earlier than his presence could.
So.. speaking like a 5-year-old girl, this place is gonna be super duper awesome!!!
This⌠however..was not very awesome.
It'd been almost.. 5 hours now? The sun is still high in the sky, burning down at the wooden carriage you rode in. It was hot, and your mother said that if you whined one more time about the heat, sheâd make sure youâd get none of the palace desserts when they got to the capital of Venora, also known as Solaris. It was the diamond of the country, and where the tremendously large castle stays solemn. Itâs where the royal family of Venora has resided for years. There are neighboring castles, much smaller, reserved for the high nobles, and your mother promised youâd get to see them when the carriage reached Solaris. Some were located on the way to the main castle, but some were buried deep in the wispy green forests, lakes, and hills that were outspread in Solaris, practically smothering the land. The only exception being the main village, which is said to be the largest city in the country. Your mother said that itâs not the best or most habitable place to live in. Tourists, and merchants, all of them practically suffocate the city, leaving little to no room for long-time inhabitants. If you want to live close to the castle, itâs best if you build your own place.
âAre we there-â
âDonât even start, missy.â Your mother quipped before you could finish your childish statement.
âBut-â
âYou know, princesses are very calm and patient people. They ride in royal carriages all the time, simply waving at passersby. How could you be a princess if you canât even make it to the castle without whining, dear?â Comparing you to a princess is the only way she knew would always get you to behave, it always worked well, proven by the silence the rest of the trip.
However, the mind of a little girl never stayed quiet, and as you peered out of the lights that the wood would allow, you could see your fatherâs carriage right in front of your own. It seemed that he was a quiet man, always thinking, but never speaking. Unless it was towards your mother about mundane things, he was always in his study, thinking. You couldnât fathom what he could be up to, what could be so interesting or demanding that a simple nobleman as your father would be locked up inside the silence of his stone-walled office.
Sometimes at home, youâd see fathers - laughing and playing with their children, but that was never the case with yours. In fact, he never really spoke to your mother either. In contrast, your mother was as warm as a white fur blanket, like the ones she said were common in the palace, but rare and expensive to find in your own village. She always spoke with you, seeing as you had no other siblings. Speaking of which, you asked her about that idea once, having siblings. Quickly your mother hushed you of the idea, saying that it wouldnât be happening anytime soon, almost looking hurt at what you said, so you never mentioned it again.
Having many children was a miracle at this age, why was she so against it-
The sound of faded cheers and chatter dragged you out of the deep reflection of your thoughts. Are we there yet-?
You slammed a hand over your mouth when you realized you had said that last part out loud, slowly turning your gaze over to your mother, who narrowed her eyes at you. Yet the look on her face quickly softened as she sighed, and announced;
âYes, we are here!â Even she couldnât contain her excitement, yet she quickly had to compose herself and grab you, as you were just about to leap out of the carriage.
âWe are in Solaris, not near the castle yet. I canât let you go out into the village, itâs filled with people for the ceremony and youâd surely be trampled. If you want to view the commotion, simply watch through the carriage.â She simply grinned at you as you whined, and pressed your face to the carriage glass.
The sun was still in the sky, but much lower. You had made it to your temporary estate, and you were astounded at the sheer size of the exterior. It was nearly thrice as big as your regular estate, with gardens on each side with their own unique plants, your favorite being the dazzling lilies on the left side, and the charming gladiolus on the right. There was even a butler waiting for you, and you scampered up to him with a smile, which he gladly returned to you. Your mother was, discreetly, also amazed at the size, simply internalizing her emotions, with nothing but soft upturned lips and a slight sparkle in her eyes. Your father, though, had the exact opposite emotions. He looked rather displeased, evident with the slight scowl on his face, what could he be so upset about?
You decided to tug on his suit pants, directing his scowl at you, but he loosened his angry face at the sight of your frown.
âWhy are you sad, pa? This place is so big!â He lost his scowl completely, opting to look at you with a neutral face instead to not upset you anymore, and walking towards the front door of the estate, lamenting to himself instead âIt could have been bigger.â
The inside was just as impressive, ancient paintings with gold plated frames, silverware decorated in intricate patterns and designs carved into the metal. The thing that caught your eye the most, was the stunning piano in the foyer of the estate. You had half the mind to climb the piano stool, and mash your little fingers against the keys, you were almost successful too, if it werenât for your mother holding the collar of your dress. âŚ
Much to your motherâs delight, the length of the trip ended up giving her a tuckered-out 5 year old. This was good anyway, the ceremony was tomorrow evening, and they wouldnât be leaving the estate for another 3 weeks, anyway. This part seemed to be the only thing that pleased your father, maybe it was because this gave him more time to talk with The King himself.
Your mother had a very difficult pregnancy regarding your birth. Infact, the birth itself was a blur in her memory. From what the midwives had told her, the bleeding was what almost caused her death. Luckily, her having held onto the strings of consciousness for just a few moments longer was what caused her to recover just enough for the healer to arrive intime. Due to the heavy bleeding, it was highly encouraged, almost demanded of her, that she never conceive again.
This had angered your father to no end. He had at least one child, but it wasnât a male..an âheirâ to his legacy. No matter how many times you had promised him to carry on his legacy, he wouldnât listen. His anger got so severe, he had almost forced himself onto your mother- completely disregarding her safety, all for the chance of an heir. From what little bit of morals he had left, he stopped.
This was the reason why he was quite desperate in his attempts to raise his familyâs status and reputation, but in this day and age, a daughter and a title can only get you so far. He watched as his once peers outgrew him in their own rankings, no longer speaking to him and throwing away their companionships as if it had only been brought together by a scroll, waxed stamp, and word from the king.
Deep down inside, he wanted to be able to disregard people like that- and throw them away. Heâd never admit it, though.
The sun hadnât even risen yet, but the whirlwind of activity never slept on a day such as this one. Your estate was over a mile away from the bustling city, and yet the cheers could be heard as loudly as the chirping birds outside the windowsill. Your mother must have heard it too, as she appeared in front of your doorway.
âI'm glad that trip wore you out enough to have you sleep in early, I'm afraid that was all the amount of soundful sleep you're going to get until the cheers die down in a few days.â She smiled at your little pout, walking over to you and gently pushing your fists away from your eyes as you rubbed them.
âNonetheless, I bet youâll be glad to hear that we get to enter the palace early, so itâs best you get yourself ready now, that is if you want to be princess material.â
ââŚDo I get to pick out my dress?â
âOf course you do.â
The sun was now peeking above the horizon, almost as if it was hiding from the beautiful chaos to come. The fear collides with the sky in an ethereal array of colors, the exact same array of colors as your dress. A shimmering light yellow, something lighter and purer than golden honey, but just as divine. Itâs adorned with coral-like pink colored designs, and the prettiest golden shoes to go along with it. A dress, truly, fit for a princess.
The maid finished the final touches of the curls in your hair, so defined that they bounced on your head whenever you jumped in delight, much to the maidâs displeasure.
The sun had finally crept from its hiding place, now sitting lowly in the sky. Itâs still well before noon, and you were stepping outside the estate with your motherâs hand holding your own. She wore a dress similar to your own, but fully yellow. Your father stood in front of you both. He was..suspiciously quiet, to say the very least. It was one thing to be in your own head, but his eyes seemed dark, like he was thinking about one thing only.
However, he snapped out of it when he realized the carriage wasnât coming as soon as he expected it to.
People with high reputations get invited to the castle far far earlier than commoners get the chance to even get close to it. The earlier you get in depends on your status, and clearly your father thought heâd be escorted by now, and his pride would not allow him to go back inside to wait.
Even the butler was starting to get concerned, it had now been over an hour waiting outside. Your mother had tried to persuade him 30 minutes ago, but was met with a rather harsh lecture, and didnât dare to press further. He wouldnât allow you two to go back inside either.
Finally, after about an hour and thirty minutes, the carriage arrived at your estate. Luckily the sun still wasnât high enough in the sky, and the air still had a slight chill to it, so you didnât overheat too much, it was just a little bit too warm for your liking.
The carriage was beyond anything youâd ever seen. It was laced with gold and diamonds beyond comparison to anything youâd ever seen. It was lavish, and the seats were laced with cold silk, much to your delight.
There were no words to describe the castle, none at all. Well, if you could explain it in one way⌠large. It took nearly 30 minutes to just get out of the carriage, due to the huge lineup at the side entrance. That was another thing your father hated, that he wasnât ânobleâ enough to use the grand front entrance. You couldnât even register his anger though, as you stepped out of the carriage the only thing you could think about was the sheer size and elegance at the massive structure standing proudly before you eyes. You clutched onto your mother tightly, as it felt as though youâd get lost if you so much as moved an inch from her body.
This was the moment you separated from your father, as though he had other plans, and stuck to your mother, heading towards the ladiesâ hall, a portion of the castle where all the noblewoman and their ladies-in-waiting sat together for tea, from what you heard. It was strange though, why didnât your mother have her own lady in waiting?
When inside the hall, you followed you mother to the room where the commotion was coming from, and were surprised by the sheer elegance of the woman inside. Did they go to galas all day? The ballgowns and tiaras they wore told you so, there was no way they could sit in such attire all day without dying.
You were almost intimidated by them as the silence built up and your mother walked in with you in her grasp. However, a breath of relief washed over you as some of the women smiled at you and your mother with a courtly wave, and a small portion just simply decided to ignore your existence, and go back to whatever conversation they were having moments prior.
Your mother seemed even more relieved as you did, surely feeling the anxiety building up about her own place in the room. She was older, but still had the girlish tendencies of wanting to fit in.
One of the noblewoman was very welcoming, opting to stand up from her loveseat and make her way over to your mother with a warm smile and curtsey. She even smiled down at you, which made your heart leap at the thought of being greeted by a princess.
âI see youâve come right on time, and youâve brought us a gift, too.â notioning at you, âsheâll fit in well with all of our children, the little girls out in the garden. Itâs safe here, if she wants to play with them.â
Your mother curtseyed back, âIâm sure sheâd like that, do you want to go [Y/N]?â
âMhm!â The lady in front of your mother giggled at you, and notioned her head towards the entrance of the side garden. Your mother nodded at you, giving you permission to go, and so you skipped off.
The garden was filled with children playing and flowers of all colors blooming from every direction. Some children opted to go a little too high on the large garden swing, others chased butterflies, which is what you did. You got along well with a blond-haired blue-eyed girl, her hair tied up in pigtails and wearing a bright blue dress with gold accessories on it. She had some freckles on her face too, as she proclaimed to be âthe professional of catching butterfliesâ. She taught you how to do it as well, and ushered you to catch the white and red colored butterfly, what an interesting color.
So you followed it, as it fluttered away into the forest-like part of the garden, with trees for what felt like miles. There were no children here, except for you and the childish butterfly slipping from your grasp at every chance.
Well, you thought you were the only child, until you heard crying from a distance.
A boy, about 8-9 years old, was sitting under an oak tree with tears in his eyes.
You hated it when people cried, you always ended up crying with them, but youâd try to keep your composure for the sake of this boy.
A light tap on his knee had him flinching, looking up at the person who had just dared to disturb him and his privacy. Almost regretting it, as he didnât want to scare the intruder with the horrid scar on his face, but to his surprise, you didnât flinch or widen your eyes at all. He was even more surprised at the person who was in front of him-
It was just a child.
ââŚWhat do you want?â
âWhy are you crying?â
He didnât answer your question.
âIs it because you're lonely?â
â..No.â
âAre you nervous about the ceremony? I know itâs pretty scary, but canât you believe how big this place is? As long as you have your parents by your side, you won't get lost! Whatâs your name?â
You didnât know who he was, he was sure of that now. Giving away his last time would reveal who he was. Heâd never had an outsider talk to him like a normal person before, and he wouldnât admit it, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the informality, in contrast to the formality that he was forced to drown in all his life, up until now.
â..Shouto. This place is big..but I am used to it.â
âOh! Do you come here often?? Oh- and my name is [Y/N]!! Unlike you- I am TERRIFIED! I feel like I might get lost here! Like I might get sucked up into a painting or something!â
â..You canât get stuck in paintings.â
âOf course not silly! Iâm just joking!â
âOh.â
âUhm.. is it because of your injury? Does it hurt?â you pointed at the scar on his eye. Clearly this wasnât the best thing to have said, as the boy looks like heâs going to cry again.
âNo.. it doesnât hurt..well..not in that way I donât think.â His voice is wobbly.
âOh no! Iâm so sorry Shouto. I hope it doesnât hurt at all. When you grow up, though, Iâm sure people will respect you alot with that super duper awesome scar!
ââŚWhat?â
âWell..your scar, it looks cool!â
âIt..does?â He looked at you like you had grown a second head. Heâd never been told that his scar looked cool before. When the incident happened a few years ago, the only thing he was ever met with was horrid looks and fear.
âOf course it does! Itâs like you battled one of those big dragons and came back to tell the story! Or- or you're an amazing knight who battled an entire army!â
âA dragon..an army.â He wasnât frowning anymore, and maybe it was just your imagination, but you swore you saw his lips turn upwards just slightly, thinking about the idea.
âYeah! Even better if you saved a princess along the way!â That striked an idea to your head, and you began to climb up the tree he was curled under a few moments prior. Only making it to the middle of the tree, you started to faux cry.
âHeeeelp me Shouto!!" The dragon is going to eeeeatt me!!! Iâll become dinner to a hungry dragon!!!â
He looked at you, âThereâs no dragon?â
âYou have to pretend, silly.â
âOh, okay.â
He tried his best to climb up the tree, and to your surprise, he did it alot better than you did. He grabbed your hip and pulled you out of the tree, placing you back on your feet.
âYou saved me! You are a true heeeero, knight Shouto! The king will surely reward you for your greatness!â with that, you attempted to flash him your best princess smile, youâve been practicing.
He giggled at you, which nearly surprised himself. Itâd been years since he genuinely smiled, let alone laughed at anything.
His laughter was cut short though, with the sound of someone calling your name, in a rather panicked fashion.
âOh⌠I have to go..or my mama will be soo mad at me, Shouto.â
âThatâs⌠okay.â He frowned. âYou're going to the event, right..?â
âMhm!â You beamed up at him.
â..Whatâs your family's name?â
âUhm.. my last name?â
âYes.â
âOhh! Itâs [L/N].â
âI see. [F/N],[L/N] is it?â He thought to himself for a moment, then looked at you.
âYep! That is mee!â You smiled once, again this time he smiled back.â
â[Y/N]!!!â The voice that was calling you got louder this time, startling you both.
With a final wave and a âGoodbye Shouto!! Iâll see you at the ball!â you ran back in the direction you came from, or, where the voice came from? You hoped you were running in the right direction.
â..Goodbye..[Y/N].â
Now he was left by himself again.
Shouto had his own fears and insecurities, all bundled up inside his broken heart and he didnât have the strength to piece them back together alone. The people alongside him didnât do much to help, not even his own prestigious family, the ones who were always supposed to be incharge and handle the country with diamond crowns on their heads.
He knew that the same neglectful family would come looking for him soon after they found out he wasnât isolated in his room like they had thought he had been doing.
And he didnât think that the one who would even try to piece his heart back together would be a girl 4 years younger than him. That she would make him happy.
Shouto Todoroki was happy with you, and you alone. Even if it was just for a moment, he remembered it well, and he would for the rest of his life.
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