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jekacatrina · 3 years

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Fate don't know you like I do

Hello, guys, have this super cheesy and self indulgent piece I wrote for Bakudeku day! I'm so happy to be part of this fandom and all the wonderful content creators out there, so here's my little contribution, enjoy! I wrote it super fast so sorry for any mistake or typo!

Also, the title is a song I love, please check it out, it inspired the whole thing!

Izuku wakes up to the sight of his bedroom ceiling, body aching and mind restless. He’s no longer wearing his hero suit, except for the undershirt and his pants, everything else is gone. Slowly, the yells of the crowd infiltrate his thoughts and he wishes to run away, to go to where he can’t hurt anyone he cares about.

He has to leave. He is being selfish. Izuku props himself up on his elbows.

“That’s the face of a rabbit ready to bolt,” the gruff voice startles him, and he turns to see Kacchan sitting on his desk, frowning. It adds up that they wouldn't leave him without someone standing guard.

Kacchan has changed out of his hero suit, and a dark grey long sleeved t-shirt hides the bandages on his shoulder and stomach, but Izuku is keenly aware of the wounds he was sporting as he flew around trying to keep him from leaving. By the end, his childhood friend was bleeding through them. That was Izuku’s fault; both Kacchan reopening his injuries and the fact that he has them in the first place.

“Kacchan, I'm so-“

“Save it, nerd,” he abandons the desk chair and shuffles closer.

Izuku takes him in; after weeks of agonizing over the state in which he left Kacchan, seeing him do a perfect arch in the air and stop a villain with a precise AP Shot, filled him with a relief so strong, it paralyzed him, and he was only able to stare in awe.

During the following fight, if Izuku can call it that when it was against his friends, Kacchan was everywhere; coordinating different maneuvers, and he even had a new move. Izuku told his friends they couldn’t keep up, and he remembers vaguely that he apologized, because in reality they’re miles ahead of him.

Still, nobody is like Kacchan: certain and absolute, pure will held together by his convictions. He never backs down, and he never gives up, only marches forward. Izuku never stood a chance against him, in more than one way.

Kacchan kneels by the bed, putting an elbow on the bed, close to his hips, and lazily resting his head on his hand.

“Kacchan, I can’t stay here,” he mumbles, trying to convey all his inner turmoil. He wants to stay, he is so tired and scared, but he will not risk anyone for his sake.

Kacchan frowns in response.

“You can, and you will, dumbass,” he states, surprising him by clutching his forearm. “I’m not chasing your sorry ass around anymore.”

“Then let me go,” Izuku turns his arm, grabbing him as well.

“You’re not going anywhere, Izuku.”

The name travels through his body, lighting him up on the inside, coursing through him with the violence of the first time he used One For All, equally exhilarating and terrifying.

It all comes back to him; the rain, his words, his bow, Izuku collapsing and Kacchan appearing in time to support him.

Izuku.

“You apologized,” he whispers, tears coming to his eyes. “You said all those things in front of the whole class.”

“I had to, asshole, you left before I could tell you in private,” he doesn’t look embarrassed or regretful. Kacchan doesn’t shy away from his decisions once he makes up his mind. “Only a shitty letter for explanation and that was it.” He shakes his head. “You didn’t even let me go with you, idiot.”

“You’re still dealing with the outcome of the last time I let you come with me.” The tears are running freely down his cheeks. “I had to watch how he almost took you away from me.” He scrubs his eyes furiously with his free hand, not letting go of Kacchan. “I can’t allow more people to suffer because of me.” He’s on his way to a full on breakdown, struggling to get air in his lungs, and blood roaring in his ears, the noises muffled.

Suddenly, Kacchan is hovering over him, shoving his shoulder firmly.

“Hey, Deku, scoot over,” Izuku only glances at him through his crying, baffled. “Give me some room to lay down, like when we were kids.” He’s already in the process of climbing on the bed, and Izuku manages to slide his body closer to the other end, grabbing the bed cover when the weight of his childhood friend laying down almost makes him roll over him. “Jesus Christ, you stink,” Kacchan complains.

“I know,” Izuku turns on his side, creating more space between them. Hygiene wasn’t that high on his list of priorities, not even eating or sleeping was, and he feels awful. He didn’t have the energy to shower before passing out.

“You smell like dirt and sweat.” Kacchan scrunches up his nose. “Worst of all, you reek of that goddamn martyr complex, and it pisses me off.” he turns too, and traps Izuku in his red gaze. “If you’re choosing to ignore all I said before, at least pay attention to the last part.” He’s not sugarcoating his words, he’s as brash as he always is. “We all want to fight, because we’re heroes and we want to protect everyone, including the fucking chosen one, whether you want us to or not. I’m not asking for your damn permission, and neither is any of the rest. So, you can either play nice and make it easy for us, or be a self-sacrificial idiot, making it all the more annoying. Your call.”

“I don’t know how to stop,” Izuku grimaces, reaching for him with a shaky hand, and awkwardly squeezes his arm. “I’m not ignoring all you said, Kacchan” he chooses to focus on that, gaze in his All Might covers. “I, I forgave you a long time ago, mostly because I wanted to focus on the good parts, so in a way I let go of it for me.” He forgets about his smell, and scoots closer, resting his forehead close to his shoulder. “But thank you, Katsuki.” He hasn’t said that name in ages, but that doesn’t come from any animosity on his part. Kacchan has always been and will always be Kacchan. Izuku feels him move as Kacchan places his chin on top of his matted curls, and they stay like that for a while, with their past laid to rest at last.

Kacchan speaks up first.

“Listen, Deku, everything is getting pretty fucking real,” he pauses for a moment. “Shit is really dangerous for any of us, but for you it is like a thousand times worse. Your ass is a fucking death magnet, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“One For All is a big responsibility, Kacchan, but it’s not yours.” He does his best to keep his voice low and soft, the weight of the legacy crushing him.

“The Hell is not!” Kacchan retorts vehemently. “You made it my deal the moment you told me!” Izuku winced. “What’s up with that? Wasn't that the biggest secret ever? Are you that much of a blabber mouth?”

Izuku clutches his arm harder.

“I wasn’t going to let you think I lied all those years.” He explains, and in a moment of bravery, he continues. “I’ve never been anything but honest with you, Kacchan.”

The anger in his voice disappears as fast as it came.

“I know that, idiot.” His bigger hand finds Izuku’s hip. “One for All is your responsibility, but you are mine.” Izuku is pretty sure he stops breathing. “Since we were fucking four years old, and you were this quirkless little shit that wouldn’t quit chasing after me, no matter how much I pushed you away.” Kacchan scoffs and his breath tickles him. “Well, congrats, dumbass, now you have me and I’m not going anywhere.” His heart flies to his throat and doesn’t let any word come out. Kacchan growls, clearly bothered by his silence. “All for One VS One For All is the fucking shit show for the ages, and of course you, Deku of all people, have to be right in the middle of that crap.” He talks through clenched teeth, and Izuku longs to soothe him, but there’s nothing he can say to fix the situation. “All those who fell against that fucking maniac and now you have to-” Kacchan chokes up, and punches Izuku on the arm. “Whatever, there's nothing I can do for those nobodies that came before you, but you have an advantage over them.”

“What’s that?” He whispers in a small voice, not believing he is having this conversation in bed with his childhood friend.

“You have me,” Kacchan utters, and Izuku feels like he hit him with an explosion, sweeping his feet from under him. “Just let me set something straight, Deku, I’m not going to be your fucking sidekick, you hear me? You watch my back and I watch yours. I don’t trust anyone to keep up with you.”

I don’t trust anyone else to protect you.

“Kacchan-”

“You deal with this crap once and for fucking all, Deku, and we come up on top.” Kacchan declares, Izuku can hear the smirk in his words, and he has to smile back. “I don’t settle for anything but the best, and taking down fucking evil incarnated, I’m in, Deku, I’m all in.” He disentangles them, leaning back with a vulnerable expression, and offers his hand for Izuku to clasp. “What do you say?”

Izuku wants to say no, push him away from danger and lock him somewhere where he is going to be safe, but he knows Kacchan. He is determined, stubborn to a fault, and braver than anyone he has met. If he sets his mind on protecting Izuku, nothing is going to stop Kacchan, not even him.

That’s why Izuku loves him like he does.

In this space, with just the two of them, Izuku can be honest with himself: He is scared, and he has been for a while.

Scared of not living up to All Might’s hopes.

Scared of never mastering this power.

Scared of letting down all the people that gave up their lives to take down All For One.

Scared of being the wrong choice.

At the end of the day, Midoriya Izuku is terrified of not being enough.

In the midst of all the fear and doubt, he sees Kacchan; the person Izuku admires the most, the hero he has chased since he was four years old, and the driving force behind his progress. Kacchan, who knows all of him, and understands him because he sees Izuku for who he is, all the good and bad parts.

His Kacchan, who is now offering to help him and ease his burden, risking his dream, his precious life in the process, to stay close to Izuku and protect him.

A part of him, the one that imitates All Might, is screaming at him that he has to reject the support, to do it on his own. He should hold the weight of the legacy by himself. However, the other part of him, the one that believes Kacchan is what victory looks like, tells him he isn’t All Might and he doesn’t have to be.

He is Midoriya Izuku, and he is allowed to live his life and fight his battles on his terms, just as Kacchan does.

He clasps his hand, and Kacchan smiles, without a trace of mockery or anger, just plain happiness and relief lifting the corners of his mouth. Izuku hasn't seen him smile like that in years, and he needs to say something. He means to say yes to his offer, maybe thank him, but what comes out instead is:

“I love you.”

The punched out gasp that Kacchan lets out shocks Izuku more than his confession does. He can’t believe the words he has hidden for so long in his heart escaped that easily. More shocking is the fact that he doesn’t want to take it back. Even if he is scared of many things, Kacchan isn’t one of them. Yes, Kacchan frustrates him, he worries him, and makes him nervous, but Izuku is not scared of him, never has been. He can die any day now, any of them can, and he is done with silencing his feelings.

Kacchan is not screaming or scowling, neither he is leaping out of the bed and running away from him, so Izuku would say he is mostly stunned, although he doesn’t see why. His feelings for him are a key part of the person he is. Izuku admires him, cares for him.

Izuku loves him.

“Do you mean it?” The question seems to pain him. He hasn’t released his hand.

“Yes, Kacchan.” Izuku is not hiding it, not anymore.

“After everything?”

The words strike his heart and cut deeply. Izuku doesn’t hold any grudge or resentment, and he can’t tolerate the idea of Kacchan thinking he can feel something for him despite their past.

“Because of everything, Kacchan,” Izuku replies, touching their joined hands with his forehead, shying from the red eyes. “The past doesn’t disappear, but that’s not our present, and definitely not our future.” He takes a deep breath to calm his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t say it to get an answer.”

“Deku, you can do so much better,” Kacchan says, bluntly.

Izuku doesn't let the obvious rejection deter him from speaking with the truth.

“I don’t see how,” he stares at him, mustering a wonky smile. “You are you, Kacchan; you’re brave, honest, loyal, brilliant, and hardworking.” The words spill without filter, and he drinks the sight of his pale skin blushing. “It’s not about doing better, just who I choose, because when it comes down to it, I chose you a long time ago, Kacchan.”

Kacchan tips his head up, the blond strands cloaking his eyes. Izuku refuses to regret coming clean about his feelings, but as the silence grows between them, he starts to fidget. Little by little, he realizes the true weight of his confession, and the bridges he might be burning.

“This doesn’t have to change anything, Kacchan.”

“It changes everything, Deku,” he replies, not missing a beat.

Izuku curses his luck; it was just like him to confess his love right when Kacchan finally came back to him, something Izuku hadn’t dreamt in his wildest dreams. Dealing with these feelings much longer, when they are so powerful and consuming is not possible. Still, he should have tried, for the sake of their friendship.

A callous finger touches his chin, breaking his spiral of thoughts, and lifts his face. The fiery eyes are wide and defenseless, embers instead of the wild inferno Izuku expected.

The first touch of chapped lips is an awakening, and his first kiss is over before he can finish tasting it.

Kacchan leans back, and for the second time in his life, Izuku’s mind goes blank and his body moves on its own, chasing after him. Their second kiss is messy, they don’t have any experience, but Izuku is lost to it. He tries to commit to memory every brush of their lips and ragged gasps, how soft is his blond hair, and the feeling of fingers sinking in his curls, guiding the kiss.

They break apart, but stay close.

"You didn’t have to do that, Kacchan,” he says against his mouth.

“I never do shit I don’t want to do, Deku.”

Izuku grabs him again, bunching up his t-shirt, so full of love that he fears he is going to float away if he doesn’t get a firm grip.

“Deku, I-“ his voice quivers and Izuku kisses him again, softly and reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Kacchan, you don’t have to say anything yet.” Izuku told him because he wanted him to know, but he has had years to come to terms with it. He’s not expecting Kacchan to figure everything out right now.

“You better stick around after that, you damn nerd,” he touches their foreheads together. “Or take me with you. Two options, I’m magnanimous like that.”

Izuku giggles, the sound so foreign after the past weeks.

“Okay, Kacchan, for that I’ll stick around.”

“Or you’ll take me with you.”

Izuku is still terrified of anything happening to him, but he trusts him the most.

“I’ll stick around or take you with me,” he promises, and Kacchan nods satisfied, wrapping Izuku in his arms and hugging him closer. “I thought you said I stink.”

“You fucking do,” Kacchan says immediately. “When I think about this, the first thing that is going to pop into my mind is that my first kiss smelled like a wet dog.”

Izuku laughs until he cries, and Kacchan joins him.

At one point, his back is to Kacchan, and he’s playing with his hands. Izuku’s so relaxed his eyes are drifting close, sleep taking over.

“Hey, Deku,”

“Yes, Kacchan?” he says drowsily.

“You have magnificent taste.”

Izuku snorts, pulling his arm tighter around him.

“I’m going to sleep now,” he murmurs, and he jumps when Kacchan buries his face on the crook of his neck. “Wake me up if something happens.”

“You can trust me, Deku, nobody is going to pass through me.”

Izuku believes him with his entire heart, but he still chooses to only think and not say what crosses his mind before falling asleep in his arms:

I would die before letting anything happen to you.

#bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha 322 #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #happy bakudeku day guys!

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achubbydumpling · 3 years

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[unfinished] Good Boy Bucky (Part 2)

Ok... So, I set myself this self-imposed challenge of writing/posting something every day in July, mostly for Get Beached. Up until now that's worked out to a few complete ficlets (yay me).

However, muses wax and wane and I've been blessed by Sappho the past few days—everything is fragments.

Posting my writing was just a way to set myself a deadline, but it's great to see some of you want to follow me. Since I'm the Captain of this ship I decide where we go and I set up this really nice calendar to cross off every day I post and I don't want to ruin my streak. So, this unfinished thing is me keeping my streak, because I make the rules!

Once again thank you to @wotvagyok for cheering me on and discussing many great chubby!kink ideas with me.

Rating: Explicit Words: 1850 Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Belly kink, Gainer!Dom Steve, Daddy kink

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(also, I've been reading too many fics by howdoyousleep which is why Steve's suddenly Bucky's daddy.. surprise 🎉) They’d played those games before. Bucky asking Steve to control him, use him, hurt him. After Steve’s transformation he’d begged him to really damage him. Use that supersoldier strength to bite bruises into Bucky’s skin that he’d feel for weeks. That was easy for Bucky. Pushing for more, asking for pain. He didn’t know when those wires had gotten crossed in his head, but as long as he could remember pain and pleasure had been linked in his mind. First time he could remember jerking off, coming with his hand in his mouth. Tooth marks on his skin that lasted all night.

This, however, was something new. Something that had only started when he’d found his way back from the Winter Soldier into his own mind, Bucky’s mind—whatever was left of that. There he’d found this. This squirming, insecure little thing that wanted to be good to Steve, didn’t want to push him, but slide against him. Move when he moved, like they were one instead of two separate halves.

Bucky could feel his legs tingling, slowly starting to go numb on the hard wood floor. Steve was still working his way through the entire pot of food. Bucky smiled when he saw the way his belly was starting to really strain the buttons on his shirt. That had started a bit after Bucky had found Steve again. When he didn’t think about finding Bucky all the time, he’d let himself indulge in the new foods of the 21stcentury.

When those first ten pounds had settled on Steve’s hips, he’d wanted to slim back down immediately—stay at fighting weight. Bucky had sniffed out that little bit of apprehension though. After Steve had really used his weight to throw Bucky around, he’d teased that out of Steve.

He’d admitted it made him feel powerful, even bigger than Bucky, felt that dominating strength even outside their bedroom when he felt his waistband biting into his skin and his belly rounding out against his shirts. When everyone’s eyes first went to that pudge Captain America had put on. He wanted more of that.

Bucky had soothed his mind of being useless for fighting the morning after. Pulling out all stops, using every aspect of the Winter Soldier training. Steve still managed to pin him within a few minutes. That little paunch under his belly button laying heavily into the small of Bucky’s back, having him rut against the mat underneath.

Steve’s voice pulled Bucky out of the memory, “You back with me, Buck? You looked a little lost there” Bucky could feel that warm smile spread on his face, didn’t even have to nod for Steve to understand.

Bucky scooted closer to Steve, resting his head against Steve’s right thigh. Steve must’ve made a good dent in the food. His belly was rounding out almost spherical. Bucky could see his belly button through the undershirt that showed through the widening gaps of the button down. The button of his trousers was slightly obscured by his belly, but by the way Steve dug his finger underneath the waistband every few bites, it must be getting tight.

Bucky finally moved after spending so long in the same position his legs had started falling asleep. The buzzing rush of pins and needles running up and down his thighs made him shiver. Instead of rubbing the sensation from his legs, he moved further up and buried his face against Steve’s belly. His hands came up to frame Steve’s ball gut on either side. Steve groaned with Bucky’s hands finally on his belly.

“Don’t pull the shirt too much. Don’t want help popping the buttons, you understand?” Bucky hummed agreeable and began digging his knuckles into Steve’s belly. He wasn’t quite full enough yet, that Bucky had to be careful with his touch.

He could just enjoy that heavy feeling of Steve’s belly in his hands, the way it pushed out against him. Steve really must’ve indulged every offering at the banquet. However, his supersoldier metabolism was working through the food fast. Would Steve also put on fat four times as fast as the average human?

Bucky didn’t have another moment to contemplate that question. Steve groaned above him, and Bucky eased up on the pressure he was rubbing his gut with. The pot must almost be empty by now.

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There’s barely anything left of the curry. Steve has been working steadily on eating everything, but now his pace was slowing down, and his breathing was getting heavier. Bucky continued rubbing large circles over Steve’s gut, concentrating on the stuffed upper belly.

Almost finished. Just one more bite. Just one more. Steve hadn’t asked for Bucky to speak and encourage him, but a constant stream of it flowed through his mind. So proud to see Steve indulging like this. To see him grow. Growing heavier than Bucky by the day. His titanium arm had weighed a full forty pounds, but even the vibranium arm gave him a leg up by about ten pounds. Still, he was nowhere near as heavy as Steve, and he relished in the difference when Steve held him down.

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The shirt grew tighter and tighter. The fabric groaning with the strain, loud enough now for even unenhanced humans to hear, but the buttons just wouldn’t budge. High-quality materials kept Steve from ripping through the buttons with his stuffed gut. He gulped for air, there was nothing left to eat, but he needed something more.

“Get me something to drink, Buck.” He jumped up and almost ran to the kitchen, coming to a skidding halt in front of the fridge. Something to drink. Bucky defaulted to a glass of water, but then thought better of it. Steve had left the decision to him. He grabbed two of the beer bottles at the bottom of the fridge and raced back. Steve took both bottles from Bucky’s hands and quickly opened one with the other.

He put the first bottle to his lips and downed it within a few seconds. He slammed the bottle on the side table to his right and heaved a few heavy breaths, just as it seemed like Steve would have to open that second bottle as well. The button on the roundest part of his belly popped off.

His belly sagged forward filling the bit of space. Time seemed suspended in the moment until a chain reaction started popping the rest of the buttons and tearing the fabric where the buttons wouldn’t give in fast enough. Steve’s overstuffed gut surged forward, but not by much, weighing high and tight on his torso. He was heaving shallow breaths trying to work around the spasming muscles in his belly.

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“Wanna get those pretty pink lips on me.”

“Got myself all ready, so you can fuck me.” Steve’s expression soured into a frown.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to be a good boy for me?” Bucky nodded meekly. “Do good boys talk back when their daddies tell them what to do?”

Bucky’s mind caught on that word—daddy—they’d discussed a few names for the position Steve would be in, in this scenario. However, Bucky had not anticipated the dizzying headrush he’d feel hearing that word out loud. Having Steve say exactly who he was to Bucky.

The feeling shot straight to his dick. His hips involuntarily snapped forward. He let his head fall with the shame that burned on his cheeks.

“Oh,” Steve cooed, “you like hearing me say that?” He shoved another spoonful of curry in his mouth, savouring the taste, only after swallowing the food did he turn his full attention back on Bucky.

“I’m your daddy, Buck. You see how I gotta keep you in check, hm? Just there. You’re always so eager.” Bucky nodded along to Steve’s words. “But when I’m here to guide you, you take such good care of me don’t you?”

Steve clearly expected an answer. Bucky swallowed around the word in his mouth, it felt heavy on his tongue, like a momentous occasion.

“Yes.” He paused and swallowed again. “Daddy.”

Steve pulled Bucky up and up, off his knees and back onto the couch.

“You’re gonna make me come with those pretty pink lips, ok?” Bucky nodded and went straight for Steve’s crotch, eager to please. Once again Steve stopped him. Disappointed frown on his face.

“I try to teach you—” Bucky realised what Steve wanted from him. “Yes, daddy.” Bucky could see Steve’s hand twitch where it was resting on his stuffed belly.

“Don’t interrupt me, boy.” Bucky ducked his head and bit down on his bottom lip.

“I know you’re trying to make this so good for me, but you still have to listen to me, ok?” Bucky sat up straighter and wiggled on Steve’s lap a bit, then tapped his index finger to his ear. Listening.

“Good boy.” Bucky felt that familiar sweet feeling prickle at the back of his neck. He waited for Steve’s next order. Instead, Steve pulled him close by the neck and surprised him with a kiss. He pulled back before Bucky could really get over his surprised reaction.

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“Turn around, baby boy. Heard you got yourself all nice and ready for me.”

“What were you thinking about while you worked yourself open like that?”

“Did you come, baby boy?”

“No? Oh, you’re so good, waiting for your daddy to come home and tell you when you’re allowed.”

“Push back a bit for me.”

“Quit your whining that’s not gonna make me give you my cock any faster.”/”Oh, be a good boy and stay quiet, won’t you?”

“Yes, look at you. If I pulled at that little gemstone, you’d be all nice and wet for me. Do you think you should ride my cock right now?”

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

“Good boy. That’s right. I get to decide what you need. Can you sit back for me?”

“Yes, look at that. So obedient.”

“Why don’t you fuck yourself on it? You think you can come on this little thing when you’re used to daddy’s cock?”

“That was a question.”

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

“That’s right, good boy. You come when I tell you to, don’t you? Look at you rutting away on this little toy and leaking all over yourself. Think I can add a finger next to the toy? Oh, look at you taking it so well. Does that remind you of daddy’s thick cock?”

“Keep it up, baby boy. Want you to come just on that toy. ‘m gonna jerk you off to help you a bit, but when you get close you gotta tell me, ok?”

“Already? Ok.”

“I know, I know. Just a bit now. Lean back.”

“C’mon, my fingers not enough?”

“Oh, you need permission, baby boy, is that it?”

“Such a good boy waiting for that.”

“Come for me.”

“Oh, you were so good for me. You gonna be ok leaving that plug in for a bit? Yeah, you’re tired I know. Taking care of your daddy and having your pussy fucked takes a lot out of you. Let’s get you to bed.”

#unfinished

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yukiwrites · 7 years

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The Hat Stays

This is it... the carrot thirst... YOU GUYS MADE ME DO IT I HAVE REMAINED PURE THROUGH THIS SIN.......... Okay who am I kidding; here have this extremely thirsty piece because hot damn I love my husband and his butt

Dusk had almost entirely fallen at Windmire when the Heroes Team delivered a special sets of clothes to the eldest nohrian siblings, through one Anna. After dinner, they gathered around the long table so as to inspect the contents of the packages.

Coincidentally, Elise had come to visit that particular day from Hoshido (though her visits were quite often to the point of making Leo snark at her about her marriage sometimes) and squealed in delight when Camilla inspected her set.

"My, such naughty outfit!" The eldest princess laughed as she lifted the bunny leotard designed especially for her.

Elise beamed. "It's soooo cute, Big Sister! Is it a swimsuit? I want one with these frills and cute tailcoat, too!"

Camilla laughed. Leo cleared his throat. Kamui was too busy looking at Xander's package, alongside him.

Elise remained oblivious to her brother and sister's reactions, though the smile still remained over her lips as she turned to the King and Queen duo. "How's Xander's?"

The color left Xander's face as he put his eyes on the bright pink fabric. Immediately did he close the cloth bag. "Absolutely not." He said plainly.

Kamui snorted. "Come now, my King, let us at least see what they prepared for you." She put one hand over his, the other one slowly pulling the packet so as to open it. Xander narrowed his eyes to his wife, not before focusing on each one of his siblings.

Leo was fighting a smirk -- he had seen the bright pink tailcoat --, Camilla skimmed through the rest of the set provided for her; complete with stockings, high heels and, gasp, bunny ears. Elise expectantly looked at her brother, feeling somewhat envious of both elder siblings because they got such great outfits while she had to battle in her old and boring dress.

The Queen kept pulling the package. "Are you really going to turn your back to the Heroes Team after saying you would provide all the help they needed?"

Xander groaned. "Do not try to guilt-trip me into wearing this, Kamui. I understand perfectly my duties as a Summoned Hero and, as flattering as it is to be chosen to host their Spring Festival, as a King I must keep myself presentable and honorable at all times."

Leo nodded, though he couldn't help but add: "Indeed, though it is also a King's duty to be approachable and..." He fought a snicker, feeling terrible for saying that of his respectable older brother, but still not wanting to miss the opportunity of snarking. "... and there's nothing more, pfft... approachable than a bunny suit..." He shook with suppressed laughter, taking one hand to cover his mouth.

Before Xander could reprimand the younger prince, Elise and Kamui managed to sneak the package open. "It's sooo pretty, Big Brother! Leo's right!" She took the poofy undershirt and twirled with it in front of her body. "I'm sure people will think you're less sc- er, more approachable with this!" She managed to correct herself in time -- as far back in her mind as it was, the image of Xander as a distant brother still lingered at some extent and she almost let it out.

"Why, Brother, our siblings are right!" Camilla chuckled, neatly folding her clothes back into the bag. "I will gladly wear this to their Festival, though I will ask of Kaze's opinion on it first..." She winked to Kamui and blew a kiss to her siblings before turning on her heel to the southern door. "Kaze, my darling, I know you're there. We have some checking to do." She said as she exited the room, calling for her husband.

Once again Leo cleared his throat, though now his face was flushed. Kamui bit her lip and squeezed the pants still inside the bag, glancing from them to her husband. "Won't you at least try it out? I'm sure they picked you specifically because of your qualities as a King and host; as gaudy as the colors look."

"Hey! They're not gaudy!" Elise retorted as she browsed through the transparent cape. "Please, Xander, won't you reconsider? I really wanted to dress up with these cute bunny ears, too..." The youngest princess looked down, almost distraught. Xander never won against that look, but now his own self-respect was at stake.

"I'm afraid I cannot concede to this, little Elise." He glanced at Kamui then narrowed his eyes at Leo, who was now more feeling bad about his earlier comment than willing to make another. "Or Kamui and Leo."

"Now, now," Kamui patted his chest before signaling for Elise to give the cape back. She then put everything back at the bag. "Let's not be hasty. You can change into it and then we can talk it out, hm?" She nudged him towards the northern door, almost pushing him out as she nodded a goodbye to her siblings. "I'll do my best," she mouthed to Elise, then lifted her thumb.

The young queen gasped, nodded and waved. Leo started to draft an apology inside his head.

"Kamui, I will not repeat myself." He said for the millionth time as they reached their room. "You cannot make me wear-"

The Queen looked down. "I thought you wanted to do whatever it took to make our family a happy one..."

"You are being overly dramatic." He took the bag out of her hands and walked towards the table to put it inside a drawer. "I will not disgrace myself--"

"But it's just for a good fun!" Kamui stomped her foot on the floor, making Xander turn around. He actually hadn't thought of that. "It's such a good thing that, in Askr, they're so blessed with Spring that their Festival's big enough to call people from other realms to host it! We barely have anything like that in Nohr..."

Xander pursed his lips, squeezing the clothes with his hand. "I can see through your reasoning all too well, my Queen." He sighed, shifting the weight of his body to another leg. "So be it. I will wear this for your eyes only and then refuse their invitation as a host." If it were his Kamui, he wouldn't mind being seen at his worst... mostly.

Still not satisfied, but at least happy for the opportunity of seeing him in that outfit, Kamui clasped her hands and nodded. "Okay! We can talk more after you've changed." She trotted to the bed and sat, her deep green dress fluttering around her.

Once again the King sighed, taking one last look at the brightness of the pink he was about to wear. He took another glance at his eager wife and forced a smile, walking towards the folding screen so as to change into his demise.

Kamui heard as he stripped, groaned at the sight of the costume and put it on. She giggled, a bubbly feeling rising inside her chest -- he was so against it, but still indulged her when she asked; how loved she felt at that moment!

However, after a few moments, she felt not only loved, but blessed.

"Are you finished?" She asked after some minutes of silence. He was mortified.

"... I am." He replied before stepping out of the folding screen, one palm over his face so as to hide his shame and bright red cheeks. "I do not know how they put their hands on my measurements, but surely they got at least a number down."

Kamui lost her voice as she brought one hand to hide her gaping mouth. Indeed, she thought, everything was a complete tight fit -- she could almost see through his muscles and, most of all, she could outline his crotch inside the cramped pants.

Her throat suddenly felt dry. "Can you... take a step forward?" She opened and closed her hand, almost begging him to walk towards her.

Not realizing the state of her mind or where she was staring at, Xander simply looked up, too ashamed to face his beloved. Even his "hat" was simply a headband with a bunny-eared hat sewn into it. "... I will not."

"Ahn..." Kamui let out a strangled moan as Xander shifted the weight of his body to another leg -- she could see it! Outline it! "For the love of all gods, please... can you turn around?"

Finally sensing the lust in her voice, Xander felt his ears burn with embarrassment as he finally laid his eyes on Kamui. She was blushing and panting, though surely not from mortification as he was. Was she actually enjoying that... atrocity... that much?!

"What are you thinking, my Queen?" He managed to smirk under his embarrassment as he took a step towards Kamui, the pants so tightly fit into his body they made a leather squeak.

Kamui placed both hands over her face so as to hide from that god-sent pair of pants, but opened her fingers so she could still stare. "I'm thinking... that we can tell the Heroes team that they need to give you another set of these..." She gulped before getting up, her eyes never leaving his perfectly outlined penis. "So we can keep this one between four walls."

Her feet took her to her husband, who was still standing uncomfortably halfway to the bed. The Queen opened her arms and embraced her beloved, trailing her hands towards his rear.

Xander flinched when she squeezed them. "L-little Princess!" He hissed her old nickname by reflex, jerking his neck away so was to look at her as she pressed her face into his chest. Kamui kept her hands over his butt cheeks, taking her time in appreciating them.

"Ahh... it's a tight fit here too..." She bit her lower lip, trailing her hands from his rear to his front, teasingly pressing them around his inner thighs and crotch. "Please, don't tell me you still want to give this back..." She rested her chin over his chest so as to look him in the eye.

She almost regretted it if the sight weren't such a gift: his entire face was red not only from mortification but from embarrassment -- Kamui had never been this assertive around his body before and he didn't know how to react.

Blinded by lust, the Queen held onto his belt and put herself on her toes so as to steal a kiss. She inserted her tongue and deepened the caress right away, her chest going up and down in excitement.

Xander reciprocated the kiss almost right away, still taken aback by her teasing hands over his growing erection. He placed both hands over her face, holding it as tenderly as he knew how under those circumstances. The Queen's hands moved quickly -- she unbuckled the belt but never pulled the pants down.

Instead, she lowered herself to his lap area, nipping at his now full erect penis over the pants. They were so tight she could feel his bulge trembling; eager to be freed from its clench.

"Kah...mui," Xander moaned, placing one hand over her head, panting her name at every bite she gave. She rolled her eyes in pleasure -- how she loved when he called her name like that! -- and lowered the pants just enough to take his penis out: she was starved for it.

Xander sighed in pleasure with the contact of her hot breath and his glans, though it quickly turned into contained moans as Kamui put it all inside, twirling her tongue around it. She held one hand over his hip for support, the other one caressing the part of his shaft she didn't put inside throughout her caresses: she nipped, licked and sucked -- especially at the glans.

Panting, Xander already started to feel the orgasm looming in -- he could sense how much his wife hungered for him by the urgency of her movements and it only made him want to penetrate her more. "Ah... my Queen..." He clenched his hand over her hair, slightly pulling it as the climax shook his body; his fluids spurting into her mouth the way she liked it.

After swallowing it all, Kamui didn't stop: she still sucked and kissed his limp penis, trailing her mouth up towards his pubes and navel. As she went up, she undid the buttons in her way, licking through his strong abdomen and chest finally to his neck and left ear -- the second most sensitive spot of his body.

He had been bending down so her small body -- compared to his large and robust one -- could lick him all over, but he felt as she pulled him towards the bed, almost throwing him over it.

"Ah... so this is how you feel," Kamui marveled as she looked at his disheveled mien: clothes half open, second erection mid-way up and tousled hair. She liked her fingers in anticipation and undid both knots of her panties before climbing onto the bed and placing both legs between either sides of his body.

It would take too long for her to take off her dress, even only the upper part so he could fondle her breasts -- so the Queen went with it and only lifted the skirt enough so she could touch his now erect penis and place it into position before lowering herself over it.

Xander squeezed her leg with one hand, using the other to touch the hat-headband on his head so as to take it off since it was in the way. "How you suck me in, Kamui!" He breathed out, trembling with pleasure as she put it all in and sat completely over his penis.

"Ah...hn..." She bit her lower lip, taking her index to her mouth. "Don't... don't take it off." She managed to gasp despite feeling him rubbing onto her sensitive spot, all the way deep inside of her. "The hat stays."

The next chain of events happened so fast they might've happened at the same time: As Xander blushed with yet another assertive order from Kamui, she squeezed both her eyes and her vagina in pleasure, loving everything about a meek and embarrassed Xander under her power. That, in turn, made Xander himself close his eyes in pleasure and place both hands over her love handles, her insides twitching so much around him he felt his sensitive glans shudder.

"So this is how you feel when I put on a new lingerie..." She finished the phrase after going up and down a few times, his entirety bringing her so much more pleasure with the memory of the tight fit around his hips.

The King once again squeezed his wife's hips, the slow pace she went up and down driving him crazy. "Had I known this would affect you that much, I would have accepted it right away." He panted after she moved a few more times, both of her hands leaning over his broad chest.

"Please..." She begged, her usual behavior bleeding into the assertiveness. "Please tell me you'll accept their invitation..." She bounced up and down with more speed, just the thought of watching him walk around in those pants bringing her strength. Before he could reply, his voice lost due to pleasure, she kept going. "It'll, ah, do me WONDERS... to, ah... see you in battle with these..."

Kamui's mind started to fog due to the upcoming orgasm and her arms lost their strength -- she lied down over Xander's chest, obediently sticking out her hips so he could move them up and down over his shaft with both hands. "I'll, ahnn... be unstoppable, if, ah... it means to have you, ah, inside of me like thiss ahnn... every time..."

"Don't... Don't say these things." He panted, stretching his neck towards her for a kiss, his hands moving her hips with such speed he could see tears of pleasure rolling down Kamui's cheeks. As soon as their mouths joined, Kamui started to feel herself closing in around him, as though the extra contact with her beloved spurred her orgasm closer.

She wanted to keep her eyes open and stop the kiss so as to watch his face -- but ah, how his mouth lured her in; how his firm hands on her hips made her want to melt under his touch...!

"Xan-anh..." She moaned by his lips, squeezing her eyes as the orgasm washed over her body, making her twitch and clutch him inside.

The King bit his wife's lower lip before coming a second time, losing himself inside of her. "Hah... ah, my Kamui..." He marveled at their experience, both of their bodies shaking with the lingering pleasure as he embraced her in his arms.

"Please... please keep it..." She shook her head, just the thought of the costume making her twitches increase and stimulate him again.

He would have another erection at that rate and he wasn't sure he condoned it.

If it meant having a feverish and hungry Kamui pleasing, pleading and leading at the same time, what were a few hours of shame per day?

#xander #xander fire emblem #kamarx #corriander #fire emblem fates #a sin a day keeps the thirst at bay #my writings #fe heroes #implied two otps there but i aint tagging them hasgdjasd #hope i managed to proofread it right #kamui

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1o5.

Do you cry? >> Sure.

What are/were you doing at twelve this afternoon? >> It isn’t 12 yet. The plan is to be downtown by then, which is why I’m doing all these surveys -- I’m passing time until I can get dressed and leave, lol. tumblr’s profile icons are doing some weird shit and it was aggravating me, so I decided to do these instead of scrolling the dash as I usually would.

Have you ever wished you could’ve had someone but you messed that up? >> Nah. I can’t really think of any relationship I actually messed up -- either we were just incompatible people or I got tired of putting up with something the other person was doing (which also falls under the “incompatible people” thing, so maybe that’s what it always comes down to in the end). --Or someone died. Yanno.

Have you ever kissed someones whose name started with a R? >> Probably.

What does your 9th text in your inbox say? >> Phones don’t work that way anymore.

Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level? >> A reasonable level, I guess. I also live in an apartment building, so I’m not going to be blasting music anyway. (And I’m definitely not going to deafen myself by blasting through headphones, either.)

Did the last person you kiss have a tattoo? >> He has... something like tattoos, sure.

Could things possibly get any better? >> Of course. But for me, the point is being okay where they are, otherwise I won’t appreciate them when they’re better, either.

When you’re getting ready for something, do you listen to music? >> Yeah.

Where were you last Saturday night? >> Uh... did we go out last Saturday night? I don’t even remember, lmao. I think we went to the museum and then to the Wayland house...

Who is the last person you ate with? >> I ate in the same room with Sparrow last night.

Would you ever try being a vegetarian? >> I’m pretty okay with the eating habits I currently have.

Do you prefer to call or text? >> Text.

If you could have anything right now what would it be? >> I’m all right.

What color shirt are you wearing? >> A black undershirt.

Have you ever woke up next to someone and wanted to puke? >> No.

Do you have a best friend? >> No.

What color are your eyes? >> Dark brown.

Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot? >> Hm.

How often do you straighten your hair? >> Never.

Do you think more about the past, present, or future? >> I guess some weird combination of all of the above, but mostly the present. The future is just fabrication/fantasy/pattern creation, and the past is only important to me in its relation to the present.

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? >> I don’t know what tomorrow is going to be.

How late did you stay up last night? >> 11.30 at the latest. I think I was actually asleep by 11.

Will you talk to someone on the phone tonight? >> Not if I can help it.

How many pillows do you sleep with? >> One.

Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? >> No.

Are you wearing makeup? >> No.

Are you one of those people who hate crying in front of others? >> Yeah.

What’s the last song you heard? >> Darkness Within, Machine Head. I’m playing my Discover Weekly playlist. It’s pretty good this week, but I wouldn’t add any of these songs to my library or anything.

Are you in a good mood today? >> Yeah, I kind of am. The Sun is out literally and metaphorically.

Have you ever trusted someone too much? >> Probably.

Has anyone lied to you lately? >> Yeah, apparently. I think that’s the most galling part -- the deception. And for what, lmao? For fuckin what.

Are you currently getting over someone? >> I guess you could say that, but I think it’s more like... I’m reclaiming the energy that I spent. Someone will appreciate it, so I might as well save it for them.

Is there someone you can be your complete self around? >> I am my complete self at all times. I can’t be anything else.

What does your hair look like? >> Just a week-old buzzcut.

Is anyone jealous of you? >> I don’t know.

Does someone have feelings for you? >> Sure.

One night stand or relationship? >> I prefer relationships.

Has any one told you they missed you lately? >> No.

What is the last thing you did before bed last night? >> I was playing PoE Deadfire right up until bedtime, lmao. Playing the pirate is so much fun. And then I started Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but I didn’t get very far before I got too sleepy.

Would you say that you are emotionally strong? >> Yeah, I’d say that.

Do you know anyone who’s been arrested? >> Sure.

What are you wearing right now? >> New Slytherin pj pants! a black undershirt, and a light grey Welcome to Night Vale hoodie. It was actually kind of chilly this morning, comparatively. :o If we have an early fall this year I will scream (happily, I mean, lol).

Have you kissed someone this year that means a lot to you? >> Yeah.

Has anyone told you they don’t wanna ever lose you? >> Yeah. It was, as we see, a lie. (It’s all right. I’ve probably said the same shit, and then realised later that I was wrong.)

Is it hard leaving people behind? >> Behind where? On the Rainbow Road? Hell no, eat my banana peel, SUCKA. Are you tired? >> Nope.

When will your next kiss be? >> I don’t know.

Is your best friend black? >> ---

What did you do today so far? >> Watched an episode of Shameless over breakfast (this show never disappoints, lmao, who even writes this shit), and then took all these damn surveys.

What are you listening to? >> Animals as Leaders, according to Spotify. I don’t like this song, though. *skips* Oh, now it’s Mindless Self Indulgence.

Do you take off your shoes in the house? >> I do.

Do you have your own digital camera? >> Nope.

Do you have, or have you had any cats? >> I don’t. Sparrow does.

Do you like champagne? >> Not really. I like it better in a mimosa.

Do you remember the name of your first school you ever went to? >> Yeah, George Washington Elementary School #1. It was a block away from my house.

Do you listen to Incubus? >> Sure do.

Is your closet organized? >> ---

Do you like the smell of Axe? >> Hell no.

How many times a week are you told that you’re beautiful? >> Usually zero.

Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence? >> Those people at the Resident Appreciation Day thing. Two different people sat at the table next to us while we were there and both of them were smokers.

Do you have any tan lines right now? >> No.

What’s your brother’s middle name? >> ---

What’s something you would love to have happen right now? >> Right now? Uh... I don’t know, I’m pretty ok right now.

Is there anyone of your preferred sex who tends to mess with your head? >> There was, lol.

Have you ever cried from being so mad? >> Yep. That’s the Big Mad.

Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you? >> No.

Who was the last person to call you? >> ---

Could you go out in public looking like you do now? >> I mean, maybe if I was just walking to the mailbox or something. I wouldn’t leave the complex like this.

Got a job? >> Nope.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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