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kiwizuku · 2 years

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l❥・ how they react to you kneeling at their feet

༊ feat. izuku, katsuki n' shouto

༊ cw. dom/sub dynamics, burn out/stress, minor pet play, mentions of sex

༊ a/n. ahhhh i just.. need them rn so here you go, loves </3

: ̗̀➛ izuku

your head feels so heavy on your shoulders.

your eyes feel droopy, tiredness seeping into them like nothing else.

your body needs to rest.

so when you see your fiancé, legs spread on the couch as he reads a book, you know where you can wind down.

making your way over, izuku doesn't notice your presence until you're right in front of him. he must've been so engrossed in those words that he had forgotten his surroundings.

looking up, he smiles warmly at you.

it falters when he takes in your clearly exhausted and dishevelled appearance. putting his book down on the white sidetable, he does to stand.

but then, before he can, you drop to your knees, settling into the spot between his spread legs.

"um!" izuku squeaks, carefully settling back into the couch, his hands raised in a mix of shock and apprehensiveness. "sweetheart? are you okay?"

nodding blearily, you move closer to him, allowing your head to rest on his knee. his grey sweats feel nice against your skin.

his hand, slowly but gently, rests against your scalp. you almost instantly lean up into the touch, your tired eyes now shut and at peace with the man you love.

"speak to me when you're ready, beautiful," izuku whispers, petting against your head sweetly as you nod, succumbing to the hands of sleep.

: ̗̀➛ katsuki

"what the hell are you doin', princess?" katsuki sighs, his grip on the scuff of your neck both comforting and intimidating.

to be fair, he had been in his office, finishing up some of his paperwork, when you had waltzed in without knocking and crawled under his desk. he had a right to be confused, especially when you immediately lay your head against his thigh.

he doesn't hear your muffled reply, but he assumes it's a petulant response.

with an amused chuckle, he manoeuvres himself without jostling you so he can see what you're up to.

"i really can't play with a puppy right now, princess," katsuki says, but you look up and shake your head, you cheek pressed against his thigh cutely.

"don't wanna. just need to be below you right now. makes me feel relaxed," you explain.

because while the two of you were in a dom/sub/bdsm relationship, you could act within those roles in a non-sexual way. like right now.

you just needed to feel dominated. not in sex, but in body and soul.

"'mkay. whatever makes my princess happy," katsuki acquiesces, brushing his calloused hand through your hair as you close his eyes.

maybe having you there could help him get through his damn work.

: ̗̀➛ shouto

"shou," you whisper, patting at his shoulder as he paints.

it's a pretty oil painting. shouto had always been good at the fine arts, however displeased his father was about him 'wasting his time to train'.

turning around, his nape-length hair half-up in a ponytail, he sends you a soft smile.

"hey, love," he says, putting the paintbrush down. he turns fully, bringing you close and wrapping his arms around you. you sink into his embrace.

"is there something you needed? or did you just want some hugs and kisses?" he asks, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead when he pulls back, before pressing two more on your cheeks then a last one on your lips.

looking away bashfully, you nod. "um, yeah, actually."

shouto nods, scratching at the back of your neck like he would a puppy. it makes you feel warm inside.

"hm? what is it, darling?" he asks, giving you a questioning look.

he's always so eager to please, anyone would think he'd be the submissive one. well, if they saw this side of him, that is.

the loving one. the warm one. your one.

"i feel really, ah, stressed? work's been kicking my ass, and i kinda just feel like, hm, kneeling at your feet? if that's okay?" your voice is shaky, the speed quickfire as you try to say everything as quickly as possible.

shouto tilts his head a little, before nodding. "hmm, if that will help. i'll be painting for about another hour. i'll go and get you a pillow to kneel on?"

you smile, nodding.

"yeah. you're the best, shou."

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ecliptsukki · 3 years

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falling for you ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki / cherry blossom

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➣ genre: fluff, slight comedy

➣ warnings: cursing

➣ a/n: i’m far too in love with this man. i can’t help myself. also if you have anything you want me to write, send it to my inbox!

- he first met you at "S," seeing you stood by langa and reki

- his silky pink hair flowed behind him in the wind, his bangs lifting to reveal his golden eyes. those golden orbs are locked on you the entire time he skates closer to you

- the lack of bickering that usually arose between cherry and joe had caught joe's attention

- joe notices cherry's gaze on a particular y/h/c. he almost snorts, almost, but, being a teasing lil bitch kidding, he decides to jab at cherry's side

- "hey, do you see that girl over there? she's cute, isn't she?"

- the bubblegum-colored hair male glares holes into his friends head

- "i'm sure she wouldn't be interested in a muscle-brained gorilla like yourself"

- "bOI, DID YOU JUST-"

- skates off into the distance, further closing the gap between the two of you

- girls and guys start cheering for and fawning over cherry, as well as joe. this catches your attention because you're surprised mostly by the fawning of the people. honestly, you wouldn't say that anyone you've seen there is worthy of so much attention, excluding your two best buds: langa and reki.

- you're actually older than reki and langa by 3 years. you met reki on coincidence.

- you had borrowed your friend's skateboard to cruise around the town. you had felt overwhelmed with all that had been going on in your life, and you wanted to find an escape. your friend, wanting to help you with that mission, offered the board, saying "it's really fun and gets your mind off of things whenever you need." obviously, you took up on the offer because it was a nice spring day: the sun out and the bright colors of nature and the city filling your misty eyes.

- you skated by the skate park and saw a particular redhead practicing ollies and other tricks. you were impressed by the skill he had portrayed, yet you were also envious of how light he seemed, how his eyes twinkled with joy. your gaze must've rested too long on the boy because he approached you soon after.

- reki, later on, introduced you to langa, bringing you to where you were today

- you came to "S," though unwillingly, to support langa in his beef against another fellow skater

- honestly, you detested that your younger friends were participating in illegal activities but never brought it up because you saw how happy they looked whenever they spoke about the beefs

- anYWAYS-

- looking into the distance, you see a masked man in a white yukata, hair flowing behind him, and a green haired, shirtless, buff man skating closer

- "who's that?" you ask your friends

- "oh! that's cherry blossom and joe. they are the founding members of "S." cherry has an ai board, and joe has incredible power," reki pips

- you nod, acknowledging the two men as they stepped off of their skateboards

- “well hello there,” the green haired man winks at you

- “hi,” you flush, eyes wandering between his gaze and his bare chest

- “what’s a pretty little lady like yourself doing with these two kids?”

- “uh-”

- reki tries to jump joe but is held back by langa because we know that reki doesn’t stand a chance against big muscle man

- joe gets all up and comfy with you, flexing his muscles and talking about who knows what

- your attention was mostly on the blue-nette friend of yours. you were still very anxious about this entire thing

- “she’s not even paying attention to you anymore, you idiot,” the masked man speaks

- embarrassed that they noticed your rude behavior, you begin to excessively apologize

- “no, please don’t apologize. i should’ve realized you were worried about your friends,” joe says modestly

- “there’s no need to worry about snow. he’s fully capable of staying safe. we’ve seen him skate many times, and he always comes out in one piece. i’m sure you’ll be impressed as well,” cherry says in his monotonous tone

- “snow?” you tilt your head to the side in confusion

- when i tell you cherry MELTED, i mean that he MELTED

- stomach? churning. heart? fluttering. cheeks? flushing. hotel? trivago

- bRO, why are you SO FUCKING ADORABLE

- “snow is langa,” joe explains when he notices cherry’s flustered silence

- “ohhhhhh-”

- “actually, i’ve just realized. we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. call me joe,” he looks expectantly at his friend

- “you may call me cherry,” the man thanked the lords that he wore a mask because if he wasn’t, you’d see the obvious rose tint on his cheeks

- “i’m y/n! i came here with reki and langa.”

- to say cherry’s heart broke in that moment would be an understatement. his heart was more so shattered and pulverized.

- did i just fall for a minor? FU-

- “but i’m older than them, of course.”

- lemme just pick up the shards of my broken heart and re-piece it back together

- you barely talked to cherry that night his fault for acting so cold, but you were intrigued by the man. i mean he skates on a talking skateboard, how can you not?

- cherry leaves “S” that night, regretting all his life decisions because instead of talking to you, he avoided you

- who knows when’s the next time he’d meet you?

- lmao, SiKe

- you walk into sakurayashiki calligraphy, awkwardly waiting to be interviewed

- his pink hair meets your eyes, the long, silky hair framing the man’s pale face. a pair of glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, enhancing his golden eyes. he is clad in a navy blue yukata

- hm, he looks familia-

- you almost gasp aloud, as you realize who he is

- not wanting to jump to conclusions, you ask, “have we met before?”

- kaoru is freaking out, though he hides it well under his professional mask

- what the heck? she’s the one looking for a job here?

- “yes, we have, but that’s not what we’re here to talk about”

- yiKeS, nice first impression on your, hopefully, new boss, y/n

- throughout the entire interview, you impressed him with the slightest of things

- you were beyond professional and exactly what he looked for in employees

- damn it. why is she so perfect?

- you walk out of the building with the brightest smile on your face, ecstatic with the news that you had been hired

- kaoru follows closely behind you, acting gentlemanly as he leads you out

- “thank you so, so much. i promise i will work my hardest to make your business even stronger and better than before”

- “no, the honor’s all mine. i can tell that you’ll become a valuable asset”

- you’re bowing your head and thanking him to a crazy amount that he starts to worry that you’re getting dizzy

- mustering up all the courage he could, he speaks up, “actually, i don’t really like talking about the skating half of my life...”

- you mutter a genuine apology for bringing it up before

- “it’s alright, but i was wondering if you wanted to go to “S” with me next time. i understand if you decline. i won’t fire you for it,” he tries to add a joke to lighten his tense mood

- you giggle at his nervous and awkward behavior, “good to know i won’t get fired if i say no, but sure! i wouldn’t mind going again. it’s a good opportunity to let me watch over reki and langa—”

- “that-that’s great,” he sighs with relief

- “—and i can get to know you better,” you mutter quietly under your breath

- he flushes, hearing what you said perfectly

- “i wouldn’t mind that either”

- you couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about the soft smile on kaoru’s face, whilst kaoru was busy sleeping, lost in his dreams of you and him together

- the both of you couldn’t wait to get to know each other more

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straightouttaneptune · 5 years

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Goodbye

Pairing: Thor x reader

Warning: Angst, Sizzling angst. Character death. Avengers: Endgame. (That movie alone is a warning). My baby Thor crying...

Summary: As a member of the original 7, you saved everyone in Endgame. Natasha and Tony are still alive and they get to have their happy endings, but can Thor?

A/N: Hey! I found this sitting in my drafts, so thought I'd share the angst while writing the requested fics. Hope you like it, it's my first angst with Thor... Italics are memories/past, and normal text is the present.

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He knew. He knew that mortals had their lives limited. He knew that their bones were as fragile as glass. There weren't a lot of situations where they'd survive after just one stab of a dagger.

That you'd pass away much earlier than he would.

But seeing you fight side by side with the Avengers, with him, he must've deceived himself, because you no longer inhaled or exhaled the oxygen in the atmosphere. Your soft eyelids were shut closed like a veil concealing your astonishingly beautiful irises. Your heart failed to beat any longer, your skin paled from the lack of blood. Your body laid limp yet weightless on the white satin, holding a bouquet of baby blue peonies close to your chest.

"My dove, you said these were your favorite?" Thor pointed at the bucket full of blue peonies. You were visiting a local flower shop with your love, thinking it would be nice to light up the compound with them.

"Indeed they are." You smiled at the peonies, mentally tracing the outline of each petal. Thor was entranced, wordlessly observing you and the light that seems to radiate off of you.

"May I ask why?" Thor secured his hand behind your back. You leaned into his touch, moving your gaze up at him.

"They remind me of you."

He watched with hooded eyes as Tony Stark closed the polished wooden casket, embellished with golden designs. Fit for a queen. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, even after they lowered you down into the Earth.

Everyone in the entire world insisted on burying you into some sort of landmark, seeing as you died a hero. But it has always been your wish to find peace under the green hills of the Avengers compound.

He could hear quiet sobbing from the rest of the team, even from Avengers like Natasha and Bucky, both trained not to show sentiments. Thor was in a state of denial, but a part of him knew that you weren't coming back. That part of him made tears flow out of his eyes like a never-ending waterfall.

The whole Avengers were there, from the 6 of the original 7 to everyone else that joined in as time progressed. And they were all here because of you. Thor didn't know whether to be proud or depressed. In fact, he didn't know what to do with himself now that you weren't there to pull his hand places.

When everyone left him in the pit of darkness, you stayed, holding up a flaming lamp that became his only light, bringing him back to life. Asgard had fallen, his family and his best friends were all gone, but he had you.

But you weren't here anymore. Your flame has met its end.

"I am... inevitable."

You stared right at the mad man's eyes, gritting your teeth. The wind pushed away locks of hair that fell out of your ponytail, having Thanos clearly see the woman who was about to destroy him.

"Hm." You blew a puff out of your nose as you watched him snap his fingers just to be met with nothing. His confused expression didn’t last long, confusion turning into surprise when he looked over at you.

You raised your hand up, all of the infinity stoned placed into Tony's gauntlet that was strewn on the ground. He laid a few feet away from you unconscious. Everyone else was either being overpowered or unconscious, and you couldn't ask anyone else to do it anyways.

Energy coursed through your veins, briefly feeling like your arms might fall off. You grunted, feeling the whole extent of the powers in the stones.

Your eyes glimmered with determination, a content smile gracing your lips.

"Goodbye."

Your fingers snapped, and it was the end. Overbearing amount of power coursed through your merely-mortal body, making every system crash down in a split second. Millions of emotions ran through your mind. But you didn't feel hatred or feel like you were forced into doing this. For the first time, you really saved the world. You finally felt worthy of the title hero.

The first one to wake was Natasha a few feet away. “Oh, Y/N." She ran up to you, helping you rest against the concrete.

Your back crashed on the broken piece of concrete, legs barely helping you up. Your slightly blurred vision spotted Thor, running towards you and throwing away his Stormbreaker somewhere. The rest all piled later, staring at you in disbelief. Some were already crying.

"You-you did it, Y/N." You tried to console her, seeing the tears glossing her eyes. She took your hand in hers, pressing her lips up to your knuckles. She moves aside to let Thor talk to you, falling into Clint's arms as soon as she let go of you.

"My dove." Thor's callused hands felt nice on your hot cheeks, closing your eyes and leaning into it. "No, no. My love, please. Look at me." He cupped your cheeks as you opened your eyes lazily, feeling slightly buzzed like sleep was inviting you to it with open arms.

"I love you." You whispered out, barely able to stay conscious. But you'll fight it for as long as you could.

"I love you, oh, I love you, Y/N." Thor cradled your head, tears falling freely onto your hair. He repeated his words as if doing so would somehow help you.

You couldn't form any more words, but you could raise your hand up to his jawline, tracing them, feeling his beard prick your fingers and quietly thinking about how you'll probably never be able to do so again.

"I will meet you again in Valhalla, sweetheart.” He tried his best to smile, reassuring you that this wasn’t the end. “You're okay." He said to you, but more to himself.

He took your other hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly as you slipped away. He shook violently as your head tilted, life leaving your eyes, looking away into nothingness. "No, no, no..."

Valkyrie placed her hand on Thor's shoulder that was still shaking vigorously. His head fell and he cried into your shoulder, his hand still clutching yours.

Not a word came out of anyone, just Thor repeating your name with thunder cracking in the fuming sky.

"Thor." He turned around slowly at the low voice, Valkyrie standing there in her tailored black suit. "The funeral's over. We're going to visit her memorial."

When Thor didn't bother moving, she walked over beside him and looked down at her grave with him. "She was an extraordinary woman."

"Guys! I made cookies!" Your sing-song voice echoed through the Avengers floor at Stark tower, immediately attracting the Earth's protectors to the kitchen.

"Y/N's cookies?!" Sam and Clint almost ran into the kitchen at the same time, but you'd say Sam was a tiny bit faster this time.

"They look delicious, my dove." Thor wrapped his arm around your middle from behind, making you giggle in surprise.

"Mm. Want one?" You beamed at him, holding up a chocolate chip cookie to his mouth. He smirked at you playfully before taking a bite, earning some whines from the other Avengers who were eager to eat your cookies.

"Okay, okay. I'll put it on the counter." As soon as you placed the cookies on the marble counter, they were gone in an instant.

"Oh no, you don't!"

"Try me, Legolas."

"Oh my god, you can't even digest the food you fucking toaster!"

"Many apologies, but Miss Y/N's cookies are far too delici-"

"Turn him off!"

"Drown him in rice."

Thor chuckled at the fiercest fighters on Earth fighting over his love's cookies childishly when he had a carton of them Y/N made especially for him where they couldn't see.

"You are extraordinary, my dove." Thor spun you around and pressed his lips to yours lovingly, wrapping you up in his affection. His hands traced the curve of your waist as he deepened the kiss, making everyone else scramble away from the kitchen.

"She was," Thor replied, his throat and nose gave off that burning sensation before thick drops of tears flowed down his cheeks again.

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