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"You're late."
Tamaki freezes in his stride, now blinking at Mirio’s face sticking out of the ground, “What?”
“You’re late, you’re late, you’re late.” Is Mirio’s only reply before his face disappears. Tamaki is left dumbfounded before the words finally sink in.
“Wait- what do you mean? Late for what?” He shouts, looking around for his best friend. “Today is Saturday!” He next sees his face sticking out of the side of the dorm building. “Mirio!” He sprints towards him, but Mirio’s face once again disappears before he can get to it. The next place he sees the blonde's face is in a tree. Then in the ground again before he once again disappears.
The first time he sees Mirio’s full body is by Gym Gamma. “Mirio, hold on!” Tamaki yells as he vanishes behind the gym’s doors. The purple haired man slams the door open after him, dashing inside. But when the door closes, he doesn’t see the gym as he expected. Instead there’s a long hallway ahead of him.
He would have immediately turned the other way and left, he swears he would have, but there’s Mirio at the end of his vision, turning to the right. “Mirio!” Tamaki calls as he continues his pursuit of his best friend. His head swings right at the end of the hallway to hear laughter as a door closes. He curses as he reaches the door himself, crashing into it. Strangely, there’s no resistance, as if the door was more of a curtain instead, and the man is falling through… but is it really falling?
Wild hair swishes as his legs stumble, forcing black eyes to look down, but what he sees causes the shy man to become beet red. Tamaki is no longer wearing his school uniform, noticing his red parachute pants first. His white sneakers feel jarring against the wine red carpet, his white hood peeking in his vision. After straightening himself, he feels more than sees the short cloak he’s now wearing, but the worst thing about Tamaki’s new outfit is the fact he’s no longer wearing a shirt. His chest is covered (thank god), but his midriff is fully exposed for anyone who would stumble upon him. The purple haired man tries to turn back the way he came, but he’s faced with a wall instead. But I just went through a door! Making another 180, Mirio is right in front of another door, giving him his winning grin.
“Mirio, come on!” Tamaki shouts, his mortification briefly forgotten in favor of catching his friend. He manages to grab the door before it closes behind the blonde. He hopes he’ll get a shirt as he steps through this time. Maybe he’ll be able to snag Mirio as a bonus. Once again, there’s a long hallway, but his black eyes widen when he sees his wish come true. He’s now wearing a tight black turtleneck shirt; the sleeves covering his biceps. Even though only his love handles are exposed now, it’s a massive improvement from before. A chuckle makes him look up.
“You’re late~” His best friend teases before turning down another hallway. His voice motivates Tamaki to give chase. Whenever there’s another turn taken, it’s accompanied by Mirio’s normally infectious laughter. It feels as if their one sided game of tag goes on forever until suddenly there are double doors. “You’re here.” Are the blonde’s last words before he phases through them. Being able to see them more clearly, the doors are made from dark wood with a big red gem carved into the shape of a heart and crafted onto each door. There’s gold twisting and curling into elegant designs as well as gold heart shaped handles on them. Anger surges within Tamaki, thrusting his hands onto both handles, twisting before pushing them open.
“Mirio! This isn't funny any-”
“You've come at last, Tamaki Amajiki.” Said man freezes in place. Mirio is nowhere to be seen, but there is someone, you , on the throne, looking down at him with an aura of lust and arrogance. You’re surrounded by men caressing and kissing you; their outfits being various meshes of red and black with heart motifs, but the one who sticks out the most is you. Brilliant eyes and perfect skin, the strapless dress you’re wearing perfectly accentuates your figure. It’s black and red, the two colors are separated right down the middle and goes down to your ankles. There’s a heart cut out right in the middle of your chest with gold lining it and the top of your dress. Tamaki can clearly see your dress has a slit all the way to your hip that exposes the thigh highs you’re wearing. They contrast your dress; the black thigh high on the red side and vice versa. Your plain red and black heels succinctly contrast your stockings. You complete the outfit with gold earrings and a gold choker with a red heart shaped pendant. A head lazily peeks out at the newcomer from behind you on the throne.
“W-who are you?” Tamaki asks, shaking his paralysis.
“Who am I? Who are you?” Your voice is melodic, almost a siren song in his ear.
“You a-already know my name.” He points out. Your eyes narrow at him.
“I want to know who you are, not your name.” You smirk haughtily at him, Tamaki feels himself start to shake.
What does she mean? Tamaki thinks, taking a few minutes to consider his answer. He remembers his best friend, the one he chased all the way here. How the reason he can shine so brightly is because he’s by his side, how purple haired man is even more amazing than he is. That if Mirio is the sun, then he must be-
“… Suneater”
“You deign to be the one to devour the sun?” You scoff.
“I am the one that eclipses all that is bright… o-or so I’m told.” He’s met with a giggle.
“What nonsense. You would burn; turn to ash if you please.” The men surrounding you repeat the words, “you would burn” like echoes bouncing off the walls.
“Who are you?” The shy man decides to ask again. In response, there’s a cacophony of:
“The Ruler.”
“Her Imperial Highness.”
“Her Grace.”
“Her Excellency.”
“Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of Hearts!”
The last title lances through Tamaki, trembling harder than before. He finally notices that the men surrounding you look familiar. What looks to be Eraserhead, Dabi, and Deku are loving on you from the right while Chargebolt, Present Mic, and Hawks are on your left. And the head that had peeked out behind you? It finally hits him that it’s Kirishima. A sudden compulsion strikes him to bow before you, but he does not yield. Instead, you uncross your legs before removing yourself from Kirishima’s lap with a moan. The closer you get to the bottom of the steps, the more the hooded man realizes the redhead’s cock is out. It was inside you.
“You seem nervous, Suneater.” You state with your hand grasping his chin, forcing black eyes to look at you. The man’s shaking has stopped, your voice causing him to relax, to feel a peace so ethereal, tears spring to his eyes.
“I…” He falters as one of his knees gives out. “Where am I, Your Majesty?” You immediately respond with a haughty laugh. Those painted red and black nails direct the purple haired man’s stare onto your lips. So soft, perfectly red; so delectable.
“In my domain.” You... whisper? Speak? It’s as if you’re doing both at once.
“Why are they here?” They who? Tamaki knows he wanted to ask the question, but… why?
“Does that matter?” No. It doesn’t. Your eyes wander from his face, almost scrutinizing his entire body before meeting his black eyes again, “You’re so pure…” You whisper before letting go of his chin with a spin. “Come with me, Tamaki Amajiki.”
Without thinking, the fledgling hero quickly stands, “Where-” He sees the other men, people he’s very familiar with. On one side of the red carpet leading to and up the golden steps are Eraserhead, Chargebolt, and… the villain, Dabi? And with Hawks, Deku, and Present Mic lined up on the other side no less! They all have their hands on their hearts in a polite bow. Where did they come from? He looks ahead to see you grasping the offered hand of-
Kirishima is here too?
There’s no time. Tamaki did not want to be left behind, hurrying to catch up to you. Why are they-
Irrelevant.
As all of you ascend the stairs, he tries to keep his voice as low as he can, “Kirishima.” No indication from the redhead that he has even noticed the older student’s presence. “Kirishima.” He tries again. “What’s going on?”
Don’t need to know.
The shy man gives up, seeing his friend’s red eyes are only focused on you. Instead, he focuses on the top of the stairs only to see a large curtained bed. Wasn’t there a throne?
Minute details.
A third of the way up, a soft, very familiar laugh can be heard. Tamaki swears he has heard this laugh almost his entire life, and yet he can’t place whose it is. His confusion only grows as it gets louder the higher he climbs. Do the others not hear it? He thinks while covering his ears at the last few steps. He unfortunately finds it fruitless to try to drown out the laughter, deafening, not lessening no matter what he were to do.
At the top, he sees you face Kirishima, lips moving, before you push him off the side. Black eyes wide, he reaches out to his junior, “Kiri-”
“Suneater~” The laughter stops; your voice causes the man to freeze; to let his unfazed friend fall. One of your hands grasps a hip, thumb rubbing soothingly on bare skin while the other covers his vision, hood falling, “Come. Devour the sun.” Any fight he could possibly have disappears. What would I fight for?
Soft curtains brush against exposed skin before making contact with silk. You uncover Tamaki’s eyes and push him onto your bed when he turns to face you. The anxiety is clear on his face at the realization you’re only in your simply designed undergarments. A strapless bra: red cup with a black heart at the center on the left and a black cup with a red heart on the right, and half red and half black panties.
“W-what am I-” You shush him with a finger to smiling lips.
“Execute,” You position yourself over the man’s lap, the same finger now tilting his chin, “what it is you desire.” His eyes slip closed and suddenly you’re on your back, staring up at his nervous look.
“Hey,” Your hand reaches his cheek, “It’s alright.” Tamaki visibly gulps with a slow blink. When dark eyes open, your bra is gone, but he acts as if he knew it would disappear. He hesitantly licks your nipple, eliciting a quiet gasp from you. "Consume me." Your lustful gaze encourages him. "Please." That's all he needs, taking the nub in his mouth completely. You grab a hand with a moan, quickly dragging it to your other breast.
You squirm under him, more sensitive to his ministrations than you should be.
How can this be?
“Kiss me!” And the once shy man obeys with no hesitation. A hand glides down your body reaching where your underwear should have been to play with your clit. Your gasp is taken advantage of, his tongue intertwining with yours. Fingers prod your entrance before a single one slides inside.
What is happening?
Loud moans muffled by his mouth on yours; his fingers moving as if he can read your mind, you're helpless against Tamaki. Helpless against the power of the domain.
“C-claim me.” You break away to brokenly command. His kisses along your jawline are featherweight at first; slowly filling with fervor as he gets closer to the juncture of your neck. That's where he bites, your body convulsing as if he's injecting you. Injecting you with what? Tamaki releases your neck to mark you inch by inch all the way down your chest.
And when you can't take the pleasure of his fingers combined with the delicious pain of his teeth anymore-
“Fuck me.”
You actually beg, plead with him. The two words come out in a whisper, a sacrificial offering. Your wish is granted, but not without an almost disappointed moan at the feeling of temporary emptiness.
The familiar hardness rubs against your core; black eyes flit between your hands beside your head as your lover just enters you. You continue to stare at him now with confuzzlement when he stops. First the left hand and then the right lift to lace with both of your hands; his eyes meet with yours for a split second, then quickly close with a hiss. The stretch that you’re so used to still makes you gasp; every inch of Tamaki’s cock that enters you has you squirming in want.
Need more.
Deeper.
So completely filled when he’s fully inside of you; you feel every part of him shaking, not that you could blame him. “Take your time.” Comes your melodious voice, once again filling him with the vigor to continue. You moan at the first thrust and moan louder at the second. It’s adorable how purple hair sways with your lover’s movements, his little whimpers and moans that come with every soul shattering hit to your g-spot. As if he has known your body from the beginning.
Has he?
As entertaining as it is to stare unabashedly at him, you do miss seeing Tamaki’s eyes. So you tighten yourself around him, but the resulting gasp and crinkle of his face gives you a high instead. And that’s when you know what this is; the feeling you have with every moan and gasp you let out, with every slap, squelch, and shiver emitting from the both of you.
The knot coiling in your core tightens further and further with the new feeling in your heart; the one you always craved, but could never return until now.
Love.
You love him. And now that you know, he had to be yours, forever. Until the end of time. "Promise me!" You are barely able to scream out. Tamaki's eyes finally meet yours, but they're different from before; your eyes now as red as playing cards.
"Promise to give yourself to me, Tamaki Amajiki!" In that moment, all he wanted to do was satisfy the woman taking his cock so ungodly well.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I promise!" His desperate declaration was the final nail in the coffin as you came undone around him. Your walls clamping down, and the euphoric expression on your face causing him to finally paint your insides white. He feels the last of his rational mind being devoured.
Tamaki now only has his all consuming love for the Queen of Hearts.
One breath, two breaths, three, then dark eyes open once again. He gives you a kiss, one filled with all the love in his heart before parting from you both lips and body.
Yes, Your Majesty,
The man’s movements are almost robotic as he gets off your bed, reaching for a pack as if he knew it had always been there. From it he pulls out a stick of crab and the chocolate covered ants right beside it. He takes a bite from the stick, automatically shoving the rest of it in his mouth with a serene expression on his face. Next are the ants, popped in like pills to heighten his euphoria. You stare at him with confusion on your face, but glee in your eyes as he swallows.
You see Tamaki’s right hand turn into the sharp claw of a crab before slicing through his once again clothed chest down to and through his skin. The chunk falls with a splat, but you’re more fascinated with his smaller, sharp claw turning into a bigger claw.
The crunch of bones being crushed echo in your throne room. You stare at your greatest love with wonder in the face of his resolve. How even when his claw gets smaller again to detach his heart and his left hand catches it with fingers that now resemble ant legs, there isn’t an ounce of pain on his face. There is only love, complete devotion as his hands revert,
I cut out my heart for you.
and Tamaki is offering his heart to you.