oh sem. my queen, you have awakened my little godzilla/mothra = iwaizumi/reader heart. i will now enter a feral unhinged state - i take no responsibility for what is about to happen.
tw: hybrids, monsterfucking, breeding mention, size kink, โjust the tipโ. minors/ageless blogs dni
godzilla type hybrid!iwa, a monster man with these huge muscular, gray-scaled arms and claws, sharp teeth, a long, heavy tail and back spines. still with that handsome face, a head of dark-brown hair and cold green-grey eyes that bore down on you. heโs so big
has a downright possessive love for his queen - a good-hearted little thing - mostly human but with fuzzy hair, bright eyes and precious moth wings.
he groans and curses and roars - a grumpy protector - but alway simmers down into a loud, comforting purr when he wraps his tail and huge body around you.
he doesnโt quite get what your chirps and cries are about while his slippery, long, blue tongue penetrates you but he doesnโt mind too much.
โhave to prep you, little lady. stโp trying to close yer legs! iโm not gonna hurt my lovely queen. just gonna eat you upโฆโ
and he does. :(
eats your fat little pussy like a man starved - huge claws breaking into the nest heโs made below you so they donโt tear into your thick thighs instead.
monster!iwa has no technique, he doesnโt need any. :(
has a tongue so long it slobbers on your clit while reaching deep, deep inside your walls.
a constant squelchsquelchsquelch and unceasing suckling noises echo around as he only takes breaks to say โsweetest fuckinโ pussy,โ โthatโs mโ goddess - stretch nice and wideโฆโ before spitting on the overstimulated bundle of nerves and starting again.
you mustโve cum four times by the time he stops, wings, antennae and body twitching and twittering barely able to make a coherent noise - pussy lips still convulsing after minutes on end.
monster!iwa is so big you can feel him deep, deep in your tummy when he thrusts his cock in.
promises to start with the tip but your gummy walls are so addictive, so sweet and drippy around his bulbous tip that he canโt resist and lets out a choked roar as he bottoms out inside you.
*sniffle* trying to grip the hardened scales on his shoulders. :((
trying to kick or fly or do something, anything to get the pressure out because itโs so fat inside you but youโre immobilized - by his weight on top of you, his tail wrapping behind you - pulling you into him
his monstrous, long tongue delving inside your mouth forcing you to suck on the slippery muscle as your pussy sucks in his cock โน๏ธ
the obscene sounds your little cunt makes reverberate around the room, mingling with high-pitched whines and breathless moans
โthatโs my pretty little moth. my cute little queen.โ he smirks, practically able to see the thoughts leave your brain; thereโs nothing but him, him, him
and fuck, youโre so small. so delicate. chubby and soft with the most beautiful wing and eyes. gone is your usual bubbly smile - just your perfect lips letting out tiny gasps.
he growls like an animal when you mutter, barely coherent.
โlook โt me. look โt your king - open your eyes and say it louder.โ
and so you do, because heโs the king of the monsters and heโs filling you too well for you to disobey.
โwanโ your eggs hajime, pleaseeee - wanโ your babies!โ
and he bares his sharp teeth with a vicious smirk at the thought of you heavy with his hybrid heir, breasts milky and full - your plump little form unable to do anything โcept waddle โnd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. โน๏ธ
of your plump little form unable to do anything โcept waddle โnd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. โน๏ธ
the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you) || t.n. x reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: little bit of alcohol/drinking, mentions of food, best friends to lovers, fluff, little bit of angst but i call it yearning, happy ending, almost a kiss but not quite
Request: Best friends get dared to play seven minutes in heaven but they just sit and talk the whole time and somehow manage to admit their feelings for each other
a/n: what's this? she writes? i guess so. also yes, it's a lego batman reference
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โSo, whoโs next?โ
The words shook you out of your reverie, and you lifted your gaze just enough to see a half-drunk Draco eyeing the crowd with as much calculation as he could muster in such a state. You had been playing the game like this all night, you couldnโt lie, but in your defense, it wasnโt like you had chosen it. As far as you were concerned, Seven Minutes in Heaven was more of a nightmare than anything.
But, as it turned out, your luck had run out. A smirk pulled on the corners of Dracoโs lips, and you knew you were done for.
โI chooseโฆโ the blond pretended to put some thought into it, a finger tapping his chin, before it changed direction, pointing right at you, โyou! Andโฆ.โ He stopped again, eyes narrowing.
You groaned, albeit a bit dramatically. A hand drew itself along your calf, and you looked up to find a smile playing across Theoโs mouth, amusement at your predicament. You dug your heel into his lap in retribution, but did not move your feet from their perch there.
And, as if gifted the most brilliant idea, Dracoโs deciding finger swung toward the brunet. โYou!โ
It was your turn to laugh โ from payback or deprecation, you couldnโt tell. Of course it would be Theo.
In all fairness, you were the only two left, and also the quietest, which did not help your goal of avoidance. Maybe youโd have more luck with an invisibility cloak. You rolled your eyes, stretched your legs, and when your gaze met Theoโs, it held only a challenge.
He met it with just as much determination, smiling in a way that only ever promised trouble.
But despite โ or, perhaps, because of โ the fire that burned in your pupils, a certain heat rose to your cheeks as you realized what was coming.
(Theo was mesmerized, just about rocked into a trance, and he hardly noticed when his hand froze on your ankle.)
โAlright.โ You looked to Draco. โRules are rules.โ
Theo took a deep pull from the bottle beside him, the alcohol clear in the gleam of his eyes, the freeness of his smile. He handed you the Firewhisky next, and you followed suit. It burned on the way down, but it was just what you needed.
โRules are rules,โ echoed Theo.
Your legs brought you toward the closet, in contrast to the hesitance of your heart. Theo was a few steps ahead when someone grabbed your wrist, and Pansy was revealed as the culprit.
โThis is your chance,โ she whispered fervently.
Your brows drew together. โWhat are you talking about?โ
She gave you a look. The look. The one that said you knew exactly what she was talking about. โDonโt play that game. Seven minutes.โ
โWhat?โย
But she was already pushing toward the closet, hissing, โDonโt disappoint me,โ before giving you a final shove.
The door swung shut behind you, and let out a sound of surprise as you fell into another body. This one, however, was laughing.
โNever were the graceful one, were you?โ Theo teased, righting you easily enough, tapping your cheek when you glared at him. He positioned you against a wall, then slid down the one opposite. You did the same, and your outstretched legs slotted together like second nature. โWhat was that all about?โ he asked.ย
You snorted. โJust Pansy being Pansy.โ
โAh,โ he said, and that was all.
Seven minutes of this. Normally, you wouldnโt blink twice, having spent ten times as long in close quarters. Hell, youโve spent hours like this. Walks through the gardens, study sessions in the corner of the library, hanging off his bed as you talked about anything and everything. Theo Nott was your best friend. Seven minutes was nothing.
Yet, things felt different. The closet was darker, the intentions were clear, and your heart โ each inculpatory chamber โ was caught in your throat. You swallowed, trying to shake the damned thing loose, but the effort was fruitless.
โSoโฆโ you broke the silence.
โSo.โ He gave you a grin, and you began to relax.ย
Seven minutes. Heaven. You could do this.
It had always been a gift between you, the ability to communicate without words. Even more, the ability to enjoy the silence together. You had him, and not much else was needed after that.
Still, when a slant of light from the door cut across his face, revealing just a sliver โ the corner of his mouth, the brown of his eye โ you began to want more.
โLumos,โ you whispered, the tip of your wand lighting in response. You placed it between the two of you, an offering of sorts. An exchange.
Theoโs lips quirked up, and that was currency enough.
60 seconds down, 360 to go. You were good.
Or, at least you thought you were. Because once your nerves stopped buzzing, your thinking cleared. You knew why you were here, why he was here, what everyone on the other side of that door was waiting for. Expecting.
And even if you were with them, even if you knew you were ready to take that leap, to become something more, you werenโt sure Theo would do the same.
(Theo, on the other hand, knew he would follow you to the ends of the earth if you let him.)
Seven minutes never felt so long.
You were locked in a staring contest before you knew it. Theo was holding your gaze, wholly possessing it. Look here, he said with no words at all. Look at me, get out of your head.
That was the moment you learned that youโd listen to just about anything asked of you. You grounded yourself, placed yourself in the here and now. His eyes kept you there, gave you the ability to explore your other senses.
Your feet were pressed against his thighs, your knees were knocking against his. Every shift, every breath, reminded you of that fact, and the thoughts you had once locked so far down became inescapable. He was there, all around you, stuck in this closet with you for five more minutes.
Suddenly, personal space became your greatest fear.
โYou know,โ Theo started, โthis is like that time in third year, on the Express. The Dementors.โย
You remembered that day well enough, the cold that chilled you to your soul, the desperation that made you reach out, grasping onto Theo next to you. He held you just as tightly, the gaps between your bodies becoming nonexistent. For minutes after, you stayed like that, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, not yet willing to let go.
That should have been your first sign.
You laughed, the sound coming out as nothing more than an exhale. โGlad youโre reminded of the good times,โ you quipped, sarcasm dripping. โBe careful or I might kiss you next.โ
Immediately, you shut your mouth. Not the place.
Theo, however, was not deterred. โPromise?โ he taunted.
Another laugh that took all the air in your lungs with it.
Your contest was still going, though, eyes locked together, but winners and losers were not being called.
(You blinked a while ago. Multiple times, actually. But Theo kept himself to a minimum, to just enough, because he only had seven minutes, and heโd be damned if he wasted a second of it.)
You wondered what Pansy expected you to be doing right now. Did she think the two of you would be wrapped around each other? Did she think that under the guise of seven minutes, youโd let go of every wall you had so carefully constructed? More importantly, was she right?
The quietness returned, and you couldnโt stand it. Not anymore. โLetโs play a game,โ you suggested.
That piqued his interest. โA game within a game? Not sure Pansy would approve.โ
โWell, Pansyโs not here, is she?โ
His eyes pierced yours, and you โ unsuccessfully โ swallowed the lump in your throat. You should have been more adamant about not participating. โI proposeโฆโ you hummed thoughtfully, โ21 Questions.โ
You chose it on purpose. You knew Theo, his quirks and his nuances and his subtleties. There was nothing he could ask that he wouldnโt already know, and vice versa. It would pass the time.
He crossed his arms. โAlright. But I get to ask first. And,โ he added, โwe have to answer. No matter what.โ Challenge sparked in the wake of his words.
You dipped your chin, blood already rushing at the prospect of competition. โAlright. Go.โ
He took a moment. Studied you carefully. You didnโt break under his assessment, waiting patiently with a small smile on your face. Finally: โFavorite color?โ
You rolled your eyes, shoulders falling as you leaned against the wall. โYou know my favorite color, dipshit.โ
โFine.โ He paused again. โWhatโs the last thing you ate?โ
โFruit.โ It was a dumb question โ he was stealing pieces from you the whole time. โFavorite animal?โ
โI thought we werenโt asking things we already knew.โ
โNow, that would just be impractical. We know everything about each other.โ
โButโโ
You were quick to stop him. โAnswer the question, Theo.โ
He shook his head, but humored you all the same. โI like cats.โ
Another minute slipped by. The voices outside of this new haven grew in volume, and it served only to increase your sense of seclusion. As if the things that happened here would stay here.
Good thing, too, because his legs pressing against yours was really starting to get to you. Every breath resulted in movement, friction between your bodies. Something palpable built in the air, and you swore Theo could feel it too.
(For the record, he could. He could feel it all. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and opened them to find you still there across from him. He was scared for the second he might wake up.)
A handful of rounds passed. He began to dig deeper. โBiggest fear?โ
You bit your cheek, considering. โMcGonagall. Definitely McGonagall.โ
Theo made a sound of agreement. โYour turn.โ
โBiggest fear?โ
โYou canโt copy me. Thatโs against the rules.โ
โItโs what I want to ask. Now tell me.โ
He scoffed, but indulged you. โClowns. But not just any clowns.โ He leaned forward and whispered, โSnake clowns.โ
(To be fair, Theo did fear snakes and clowns, and the concept of them together was unimaginable. But there was a multitude of things โ people, particularly the person seated across from him now โ he feared more, ones that haunted both his worst nightmares and sweetest dreams.)
โTheo,โ you groaned, letting your head fall back, a knock echoing. โSnake clowns donโt exist. They canโt hurt you.โ
He shook his head. โYou wonโt be talking like that when the snake clown apocalypse begins. By then, youโll be all, โhelp, Theo โ oh, Theo! Save me from these unfathomable creatures, you were right about snake clowns all along.โ And do you know what I will say?โ
You tried to fight the grin, but you couldnโt help it. โDo tell.โ
โI told you so. And then I would save you, because thatโs just the kind of white knight I am.โ
โAnd they say chivalry is dead.โ
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The questions continued for some time. Favorite seasons and biggest pet peeve and even more personal ones: dreams, hopes, ideas. Things that lived inside of you, things that were shaped by him, belonged to him, just as much as they did to you.
But with three minutes to go, two questions left, and bravery growing as a result of so many limits, Theo asked his final question.
โWhat did Pansy say to you?โย
You should have known he wouldnโt let it go so easily โ Theo was never one to give up. When he wanted something, he got it. โIt was stupid,โ you said. โNot even worth repeating.โ
โTry me.โ His chin rested on his fist, genuinely interested in what had transpired.
You sighed, because denying him was never your strong suit. โShe told me that this was my โchanceโ, and to not disappoint her.โ
He stayed quiet, contemplating. โWhat did she mean by that?โ he finally asked.
โUh-uh,โ you tutted. โThat was your last question.โ
He dramatized it, a hand on his chest as if wounded. โThatโs hardly fair.โ
โRules are rules,โ you reminded him. โBesides, itโs my turn.โ
The air settled, and you could read the disappointment, the dissatisfaction, that he didnโt get what he was looking for. Wasted opportunity, you thought, but did not give him the chance to try again.ย
You ruminated for a few moments, and Theo let you. Questions rolled around your mouth, dug themselves into the caps of your teeth, danced on the tip of your tongue. In the meantime, you resumed the staring contest, your cheeks growing hot again. Your wand only provided so much light, but it was enough for you to pick out the high and low points of his face, for shadows to be cast in all the right places. His cheekbones, his brow, his cupidโs bow all stood out to you, and more than once you found your gaze drifting there.
There was so much you wanted to tell him, so much you wanted to show him. And you craved knowledge in return. You wanted to know Theo in a new manner, in a different one. You want to meet him under different circumstances, learn him in a different context. Intimacy existed between you already, how his touch found your legs and his eyes traced you like he knew every inch, like he was making sure all was in place.ย
But you desired more. You were hungry for it, as if you could never be sated. Not until you had him memorized in every way, every sense.
Two minutes were left on the clock.ย
โTell me a secret.โ You said, less a question, more a request. You would give him the freedom to choose the topic, to choose how personal.
He considered you, considered what he could say, and you let him. When he finally spoke, it revealed his hesitation. He seemed unprepared for the question, and you thought about revoking it. But before you could speak, Theoโs voice cut through this new current of thoughts dragging you under. He pulled you out.
โDarling?โ The pet name was gentle and so occasionally used.
You readied yourself. โYes?โ
He loosed a breath. โYou can only hide for so long, canโt you?โ Trepidation lined his syllables.
Your brows drew together, confused. โWhat?โ
Theo managed a weak laugh. โFirst, can you promise me something?โย
Entirely sobered, you nodded. โAnything.โย
He continued, โIn two minutes, when weโre out of here, even if the trajectory of everything has changed, promise we can always go back to the way things were. Even if itโs different, our past wonโt mean nothing?โ
You agreed, almost willing to take it all back, but now too curious to stop him. You thought you knew all his secrets.
It was his turn to offer a smile, though you were sure he needed the encouragement more than you did. A minute was left on the clock.
In a pitiful attempt to lighten the mood, you prompted, โWell, out with it then. Give me a secret.โ
He took a deep breath, and you held your own. โI,โ he said carefully, slowly, โwant you.โ
No. You cut him off there. โTheoโโ
His hand lifted, and his eyes pleaded with you. โLet me finish. Give me thirty seconds, and then you can yell at me all you want.โ
Dipping your chin, you ceded. You had asked for this. โThirty seconds.โ You barely knew what you wanted to say anyway, what your interruption would do, but this fear that inhabited him did not bode well with you, and you would do just about anything to stop it. Still, you honored his time. Rules are rules.
โI want you,โ he repeated, stronger. โAs in this game is stupid, and our friends expect us out in a minute, and honestly itโs getting late and we have classes in the morning, but I want you, and I would stay here in this cold, dusty closet with you for hours, for days, if it meant we were together.โ
Your teeth dug into your lip, and you were surprised you were still on the ground as you took in his words, because personally, it felt like you were floating.
His hand strayed near, and your fingers curled around it without thinking. Theo squeezed before going on. โAnd if you donโt feel that way, itโs fine, and Iโd never want to pressure you into something you donโt want. But the fact of the matter is that this, you and me, is something Iโve thought about for a while now, and I might as well try. Maybe it was these seven minutes, or maybe it was the culmination of everything over time, but Iโve realized that the risk of losing you is worth the potential of having you.โ He let out a deprecating laugh. โAnd that is my deepest secret. The one that belongs to you.โ
There was not nearly enough oxygen in the room, and you felt like a fish out of water. The happiness that filled you was all-consuming, and it rendered you entirely speechless.
(Frankly, so was Theo, but these were words he had practiced so often in his head, in just about every dream โ because they were all you, of course โ that muscle memory served him well.)
With forty seconds left, anxiety, regret, and fear all stole his face, painted lines you hated across it. But the first words out of your mouth were enough to ease it all. An exchange.
โI thought, for so long,โ you said, having been suddenly gifted the courage to voice your own buried truths, โthat itโd be enough to have you as a friend, to have that piece of you.โ Theo was frozen, and you squeezed his hand this time. โBut knowing what they want of us, what we could have, shows me that friendship is not enough. It never was.โ
(Theo blinked again, waiting, waiting, waiting for sunlight to filter through his window and for him to discover โ with no small amount of disappointment โ that this was simply the fruit of his subconscious, sweet as it was. But when he opened his eyes, you were still there.)
โAnd like you said,โ you continued, and he leaned in without realizing, โyouโre worth the risk.โ
You moved first, or maybe he did, but soon enough his touch ventured to your hips and your hands to his shoulders, and just as you found yourself slotted together when you entered, you fit perfectly straddling his lap, lips one, two, three seconds away.
However, time was crueler than you thought. The door opened, and you werenโt ready. You froze, lips barely grazing, and you silently cursed whoever decided to interrupt you.ย
But Theo smiled โ you felt it โ and gripped your chin delicately, keeping you back. โNot here,โ he said. โNot like this. Not when I canโt take my time. Iโve waited too long.โ
You pulled back then, under the unspoken promise of more. Later. This is not the end.
There were still secrets to be shared, after all.
Stuck in a trance, you dimmed the light from your wand and pocketed it. And as you were pulled from the closet, you realized your hand was still wrapped tightly in his. And when you returned to the couch, your thoughts were still filled with him and him only.
(Likewise, Theo learned that dreams can, in fact, become reality.)
oikawa crosses his arms over his chest, huffing (as quietly as he can manage as to not get yelled at). โwhy do you care so much about catching this stupid bug?โ
โitโs not stupid,โ iwaizumi argues, peering through the leaves of the bush theyโre hiding behind, net poised over his shoulder. โitโs forโฆyou know.โ
his friend trails off, but even under the low light of the sunset, oikawa can see that his cheeks are tinged pink. โyou already gave her the biggest valentine card in the box, iwa. i think she knows you like her.โ
โi donโt like her,โ he lies anyway, as if oikawa hadnโt been there to witness his best friend writing your name repeatedly on a scrap piece of paper to impress you with how neat and tidy he could write. as if he hadnโt seen him sneak you an extra hersheyโs kiss during the movie in class that afternoon. โweโre just friends.โ
because when youโre seven years old, not only are cooties very much still a thing, but iwaizumi hajime is probably the stubbornest person oikawaโs sure heโll ever meet.
which is why theyโre sitting in the woods near the park in their neighborhood, even though itโs nearly curfew and their mothers will have both their heads if they come home late. all because iwaizumi is looking for a bug.
iwaizumi, who suddenly slaps a hand over his mouth so hard that his teeth rattle a little as he whisper-shouts, โthere it is!โ
he uses the handle of his net to point at some moving, fluttering thing that oikawa fully thinks is a leaf for twenty seconds.
โget the jar ready,โ iwaizumi instructs, lifting his net off his shoulder and creeping towards the bug.
oikawa just sighs, untwisting the lid on the jar as he watches him leap out of the bush and swing the net around a little frantically. he really needs to make some new friends.
so heโs astounded, really, that when you open the front door and see iwaizumi standing there, covered in twigs and leaves and dirt, to give you a bug for valentineโs day, you squeal in excitement rather than turn your nose in disgust.
unbelievable.
even more so when iwaizumi, the toughest kid in the second grade, looks uncharacteristically shy. the blush on his cheeks deepens when you take the jar, staring at the blue bottle-something butterfly fluttering around inside.
โit matches your hair clip,โ iwa mumbles, obviously trying to fight his smile and keep up his so-called bad boy facade (which is a little hard to do, when youโre chasing butterflies all day for your crush). โand you saidโ you said you liked butterflies, soโฆโ
your hand comes up to touch the delicate little butterfly clip pinning aside your bangs that oikawa himself had never really noticed before.
but then youโre saying thank you, pressing your lips to iwaizumiโs dirt-streaked cheek, and oikawa?
well, to this day he still canโt believe that iwaizumi had his first kiss (if you could even call it that) before him.
โ
โiwa, can you just pick one already?โ
โiโm trying, but none of these are right. maybe we should go toโโ
โbut weโre going to be late for practice!โ
iwaizumi barely pays his panic any mind, way too absorbed in the variety of grocery store chocolates that probably taste the same as he chuckles, โthat sounds like a you problem.โ
โof course youโd say that,โ oikawa huffs, glaring hard at the back of his friendโs head. โi donโt get a free pass because iโm not allowed to kiss our manager into forgiving my transgressions. so unless youโd letโโ
the look his friend shoots over his shoulder is dark. itโs not even a warning look, itโs a threatening one. โif you even try finishing that sentence, iโll throw something a lot heavier than a volleyball at you once we get to the gym.โ
โoh, im so scared,โ the setter deadpans. heโs known iwaizumi long enough to no longer be phased by his harsh words, simply reaching over his shoulder and grabbing the first box he sees and dropping it into his lap. โthere, can we go now? iโll even pay.โ
but iwaizumi just scoffs, placing the box back on the shelf before rising from his crouch with a frown. โsheโs allergic to peanuts, idiot, and she likes dark chocolate more than milk chocolate,โ
โwell, it doesnโt have to be perfect,โ he groans, hand on his hip as he stares at the endless rows of valentineโs treats. โisnโt it the thought that counts?โ
just like that, iwaizumiโs harsh glare withers, turning red in the face as he looks off to the side. โitโs our first valentineโs day as a couple. i want it to be.โ
oikawa doesnโt even get the chance to argue, shoulders slumping as he trudges behind him out of the store. he really regrets the decision to let iwa drive today.
but itโs worth it, he supposes, when they finally show up for practice - late, obviously - and your scolding is cut short when iwaizumi hajime shyly places a bouquet of roses and box of chocolates in your hand.
itโs worth it, he chuckles to himself, seeing his friend so flustered and happy as you set aside your clipboard and gifts to wrap your arms around him, pressing kisses to his face.
making everyone else in the gym feel very single.
โ
itโs not your first valentineโs day, or your second, or third. by now, the concept of celebrating the most romantic day of the year is well-worn like a pair of old yet comfortable leather gloves.
yet when you wake on february 14th - a monday, this year - thereโs a vase of pale pink and white flowers sitting on your nightstand, along with a card and a little box of chocolates from your favourite shop downtown for the two of you to share.
well-worn as this holiday might be, the sight never makes your heart flutter as you nudge your warm face deeper into the pillow.
you hear him before you see him, the door creaking open and the bed dipping behind you as he slides back under the covers.
โhappy valentineโs day,โ he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. โi love you lots.โ
you roll over to face him, and your big, strong athletic trainer whines a little, wrapping his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck.
โhappy valentineโs day, baby,โ you sigh, the cool stroke of the wedding band as he slides his hands underneath your shirt, gently smoothing over your spine making you feel unreasonably giddy. โyou want me to make breakfast? iโll do blueberry pancakes.โ
โwith cinnamon?โ he asks, though you know he knows the answer. โand can youโโ
โmake them into the shape of a heart? yes, hajime, i will.โ
your husband just hums happily, holding you a little tighter as he goes over his plans for your picnic at the park later today, not wanting to keep the butterflies waiting.
โฉwarnings: reader is a grad student on summer break who works at Izukuโs greenhouse,ย cooking and eating together, idiots in love/mutual pining, size difference (Izuku is described at a foot taller than you, and twice your weight), size kink (slight), deku does not choke reader but holds her throat at one point, body worship, virginity loss, unprotected sex, fem!receiving oral, fingering, possessive sex, praise kink, reader is calledย โbabyโ andย โmy girlโ,ย
โฉauthorโs note: for my dear sweet friend @/hawnks. happy late birthday my love. thanks for being my friend. shoutout to @/jirou-sย ,ย @/katsupeachย ,and @/kodzucafeโ for beta reading this for me :โ) some lines were inspired by endgame by samuel beckett. this takes place in the same world as Hold My Hand (So I Donโt Get Lost) No need to read it to understand!ย
โฉtitle credit: Lonely Eyes by The Front Bottoms. poems quoted are the orange by wendy cope and our beautiful life when itโs filled with shrieks by christopher citro.
โฉexcerpt:
Izuku is staring at you when he gets in the car, thinking to himself that there is not a single thing about you heโll ever forget. He could never see you again, but heโd remember you as you are every Saturday morning when he sees you: eyes bright, smile lopsided with your laugh ringing out like a church bell as if youโre some sort of sanctuary that reminds him itโs time to worship, but heโs never stopped since last Saturday.
You like summer and everything that comes with it. You like the feeling of the sun on your skin and how lemonade and ice cream and fruit just tend to taste better. You like sundresses and sandals and long days. You donโt even mind the sweat that rests on your brows or the way everything sticks together. But out of all of the things you like about summer, what you love most is the farmers market in the next town over.
Itโs a massive space, taking place in a barn surrounded by cornfields and wildflowers. The fruit here is the best: a girl with long black hair sells peaches so juicy it dribbles down your chin and oranges unlike any other; a blonde man with fiery eyes sells corn that ruins everyone elseโs for you; a girl with brown hair who tells you on the side of the milk carton you bought which cow it came from. Everyone here is kind. Thin lipped, polite smiles are given every time you walk past them; thank youโs uttered with every exchange of money; doors held open and samples offered with hands insistently outstretched.
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