#mha fanfic
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Along Came a Dragon
By: Kittycatkrissa
Title and beta reading: @ohmycolie
HAPPY BIRFDAYY TO MY FAVORITE BLASTY BOYYYYYYYYYY!!
Masterlist
I've had this fic in the wings for a while and just needed an excuse to post it so why not for his birthday!
Cw: I genuinely don't remember but there's no smut
(Adding a cut for length)
Your home was set deep into the trees, surrounded by flora and almost completely concealed from prying eyes. Only those who knew the path could reach you, and those who weren’t privy to that knowledge had to be led there by someone who did.
You lived so deep in the forest because of how quiet it was, not that you didn’t like the village nearby, of course. The residents were nice enough, well, nice enough not to think you were a witch. They even came to you for natural remedies and medicines, thinking of you as an impromptu healer since the old man who used to care for such things passed on.
All in all, you enjoyed your quiet life in the forest. You only ventured into town for supplies you could not forage for or make yourself. When you did, you wore your long trailing black cloak to further cement the rumors of you being a witch. The shrieks and squeals of the village children running away from you was music to you as you played with them, wriggling your fingers and chasing them as their parents watched.
Half of these children wouldn't be alive if not for you. Brynne who was now hiding underneath your cloak, had fallen off a cliff a few seasons back and no one thought he would recover. You had been the one to find him lying on the grass some distance from your cottage, stirring feebly with a nasty would on his head.
His legs were both broken, and so you carried him gently into your cottage, making him comfortable before going off to fetch the boy's mother. She was beside herself with worry, crying profusely as she saw her boy lying broken. You sat down beside him gently prodding his skin to find where his injuries were. You had given her a mortar and pestle and ordered her to grind some chamomile leaves, just so she could focus and stop her incessant crying.
You couldn't do much, but you knew he was young and that his bones would heal if they were treated properly. Once he was sleeping from the draught of chamomile you set to straightening out his legs. With his mother's help you removed his pants and wrapped his legs in cloth. You had procured two fairly straight branches and set to whittling them smooth before laying them between the layers of cloth. You had shown her exactly what to do so she could replicate it every few days to make sure nothing became infected.
Now, months later he was running around faster than any of the village children. He had learned from his mother that you saved his life and now whenever you came into town he stuck to your side like a barnacle. You made sure the boy was back with his mother before you made the trek back to your cottage, ensuring he was safe. You remembered the aftermath of Brynne's fall, how you had gone to the town council, crying like mad as you demanded they put a fence up on that cliff.
The poor men there were terrified after you had finished, apparently also convinced you were a witch. Though, they would never do anything to hurt you under threat from their wives. The fence was installed within the week, and you had sent plates of cakes to each council member's house in thanks.
The best interactions you had were when there was a particularly nasty traveler that came through your town. The children often were the best judges of character and once, some cocky adventurer came stomping through the small village like he owned the place. Another child, Gwyneth, had come running to your house to tell you about the nasty man who had already yelled at the children and was now at the tavern.
You felt protective of the citizens of this town and quickly gave Gwyneth some instructions. She was a little older than the rest of the children and was able to understand what you were telling her. That night, below the full moon you made your way to town. It was quite late, darkness having already fallen on the streets. Right on cue, you heard the screams.
Smiling to yourself you promised Gwyneth you would get rid of the man, instructing her to have everyone act like they were scared of you. You were quite adept at acting like a mad old witch and played the part perfectly as doors and shutters slammed as you passed them. The tavern keeper was also in on it, whispering in a terrified voice to the stranger about the witch that lived on the edge of town.
With perfect timing, you burst into the tavern. The serving girl even dropped the pint she was carrying for dramatics. You smiled in amusement, striding forward as the customers scrambled away from you. You walked up to the drunk adventurer, angry at his treatment of the village children and started speaking, knowing no one would understand you.
As you predicted, he was frightened, thinking you were speaking in tongues and casting a spell on him. Your dark cloak didn't help, old and tattered as the hood hid your face from the light. You were sure he soiled himself as he ran from the tavern, got on his horse and disappeared. For a few moments the tavern was silent, until you heard a soft voice asking if he was gone. Gwyneth had poked her head out from behind the bar and was looking at you in concern. The tavern keeper's daughter smiled at the sight of you and ran over, climbing up on your lap as you sat down.
Some months later, a group of adventurers had come to town to vanquish the evil witch. Much to your surprise, the townspeople rallied around you, Gwyneth and her father, and Brynne's mother leading the defense of your cottage. As scared as some of the townspeople were of you, that was when you realized how much the rest cared for you.
This trust was how you came to wake up to a pounding on your door one morning, shuffling irritably to open it as you pulled your dressing gown around you. A group of children were crowded around your door looking at you hopefully.
"What in the name of the gods are you lot doing out of your beds this early? Is someone hurt?" You asked worriedly. Brynne, who had taken quite a shine to you since his legs healed, reached out and grabbed your hand.
"Come on y/n! We found something!" He pulled you right out of your house, stumbling along as you grabbed your pouch off of a hook by the door. Brynne would only let go of your hand when you stood near a thicket of trees.
"What is it, Brynne? Is it an animal?" You crouched down to ask him, your brows furrowed with concern.
"Dunno, Y/n. We were playing in the clearing and I tripped over it. I thought it was a rock but when I looked, I saw it was shiny and bumpy." He explained, proud that he remembered everything. You patted him on the head and stood up, walking forward until you reached the thick foliage. You called for the children to stay where they were in case there was an animal around, and crept forward. Picking up a long stick, you prodded the bushes aside until you reached the clearing where the children played. You saw the mess of footprints in the dirt and looked around until you saw something shiny catch the light between some leaves.
At the base of a tree, sat a large, brightly colored egg. It was red and orange, a stark contrast to the earth tones around it. Just like Brynne said, it was covered In scales making it as hard as iron. You looked around nervously, a dragon's egg usually meant a dragon was nearby. Though when you looked, all you saw was the evidence of the children's play. You laid a nervous hand on the egg's surface, finding it to be ice cold. As you felt around the hard shell of the egg you frowned at how cold it was.
You stood suddenly, looking up between the cover of leaves to sweep across the sky, sighing softly as you looked back at the egg. It was much bigger than a normal egg, coming up to your shins as it stood against the tree. From what you knew about dragons, they kept their eggs at sweltering temperatures to help it hatch. This egg being so cold meant it may have been abandoned or even lost by its mother. Either way, it wouldn't survive if it was left here, assuming of course the creature inside was still alive.
Removing your dressing gown, you laid it on the ground, gently rolling the egg onto it before picking the whole thing up like a bundle. You tied the gown around your body, over one shoulder and under one arm so that the egg was supported like a baby; you had seen the caregivers of barbarian tribes do something similar to transport their young. When you stood straight, The egg was secure against your chest. You felt a little exposed in your night dress but walked gingerly back to where the children stood who all gasped in surprise.
"Is it a rock, y/n? What is it?" One of the children asked.
"It's a dragon's egg, young one. Thank you for coming to fetch me, I'll take it home and see if I can care for it." You explained as you walked along the forest path. Once you reached your front door you turned to the group. "Go on home now, stay near to the village. There may be a dragon about. If you hear or see anything come and get me right away. Run along now." You ordered, watching them run off.
As you entered your cottage you gave a great shudder, the early morning chill seeped down into your bones. You hadn't even gotten a chance to put the fire on this morning and you were forced to put the egg down on your bed, wrapped in your linens and blankets. As you left it to warm up you thought you saw it shiver as you moved to start the fire. In no time at all you had some tinder and flint in hand and scraped some sparks into your fire pit. After a few moments you had lifted the egg from your bed and sat down on the fur covered floor.
As you both warmed up, you found yourself tracing the scaly pattern on it's shell, wondering how it came to be in the middle of the forest. You sat like that for a long time, enjoying the warmth of the fire, turning the egg until it's shell was no longer ice cold. Once it was warmed enough, you pushed it closer to the fire and rose to your feet. Grabbing some of the blankets, you piled them behind the egg so they wouldn't catch on fire and walked to your kitchen to start breakfast.
As your day went on, you moved about your house trying to find any books you may have had on dragons. You found a few fairy stories but nothing that could help you care for it. Sighing irritably you sat at your writing desk and pulled out some parchment, beginning to write a letter.
"Gods, I have no idea how to take care of you. I'm writing a letter to my friend who runs a bookshop in the capital, they'll find me some books and send them over. For now, I'll just have to wing it." You spoke, looking over at the egg which remained still. You hoped that the resident of the egg was still alive as you spoke to it softly.
When you were finished with the letter and breakfast, you stepped outside of your cottage door, lifting your arm until one of the neighboring crows flew over and landed upon it. You opened your hand, feeding him some bread you brought for him.
"Can you do me a favor this morning? I need this letter taken to Hitoshi in the capital, he owns the book shop." You held out the letter, waiting until your crow friend held out his leg so you could tie the tightly rolled parchment to it. "Oh thank you, I'll have some freshly baked bread waiting for you when you return. Oh! He may send some books back so you may want to take a couple of friends. I'll have bread waiting for you all ." You explained gently, holding out a bag for him. You heard him caw loudly and three more crows came down to land on your fence post. You smiled and greeted them with some bread before handing them the bag and waving them off.
Back inside your cabin, you watched the egg, studying it closely as it warmed by the fire. From what you remembered about dragons, they kept their young very close. Mother dragons laid with the eggs, keeping them warm until they hatched. You glanced over at the egg which seemed to shiver again as it sat alone by the fire. You grabbed your abandoned mug of tea from earlier and trudged over, sat down on the furs and scooted the egg toward you.
Your days continued like that, waiting for Hitoshi's answer, you continued about your normal routine, just with a large egg strapped to your body. After a week, the four crows came back holding a full bag between them. You shrieked with surprise, running to where the crows were descending behind your house and took hold of the bag as soon as it was within reach. You set the bag down and ran inside, coming out with a large bowl of water and four small loaves of bread.
You stroked the surface of the egg as you held the bag on your shoulder, softly thanking the crows as they ate, drank, and rested in the shadow of your home. After a few moments you went back inside, knowing that one of the crows wouldn't hesitate to rap on your window if they required anything.
While heavy at first, it became easier to maneuver around whilst carrying the egg. Today you were ready to read the book Hitoshi sent to you, so you settled in a comfortable chair by the fire, setting the egg in a small nest of blankets on the floor between your legs.
"Dragons are the most greedy of all creatures, their hoards are impressive displays of wealth beyond that of any kingdom this author has seen."
"Their mothers breathe fire on the eggs during the coldest months to keep them warm."
"Once reaching a certain age, young dragons will leave their nest to start their own hoard and find a mate."
You read like that deep into the night, eventually pulling the egg onto your lap and reading aloud to it until your eyelids started to droop. When the fire began to die in your hearth, you picked up the egg and carried it to bed where you had taken to sleeping next to it in order to keep it warm.
After about a week or so, the children started to come by your cottage again, curious about the mysterious dragon egg you were caring for. You usually let them see it and was more than happy to recite some of the facts that you learned in your reading.
As the weeks passed, the townspeople got used to seeing the egg with you. The town guard had taken to looking out for dragons at your request and thankfully never reported any sightings. You had deduced that something must have happened to this one's mother and she was forced to abandon it for its own survival.
After reading the book, you had taken to placing the egg directly into the fire, watching it intently. It seemed happy there though and remained sitting inside the fire until you removed it.
Many months had gone by before it expressed any legitimate signs of life. The chill of autumn had swept through to winter and coasted into spring as you sat with one of the young adults in the village, applying a poultice to some scrapes she received. The egg was sitting safe in your fire when you both heard a loud crack. She screamed and you clutched your bowl to your chest, almost dropping it in surprise.
Handing her the bowl and asking her to hold it, you went to the fire to see what was going on. It wasn't the first time the egg had fallen out of the flames and onto the floor below. You grabbed some leather gloves to pick up the egg when you approached and saw an ugly crack going around the shell. You shrieked in glee just as the egg gave a great shudder and cracked again.
"Y/n? Is everything alright?" Your patient came shuffling into the living room, still clutching the bowl you handed her. You blinked a few times before pointing at the egg.
"It's hatching! Oh, sit down, sit down, I'll finish here." You hurried forward to take the bowl from her and finish applying the substance within. After a few more minutes of working and looking at the egg, you heard another crack. This time you focused on finishing up and bandaged whatever scrapes were bad enough to warrant such treatment.
After giving her a small jar of paste you instructed her on how to change her bandages before seeing her off. The rest of your day went slower than you would have thought. You wanted to watch the egg all day to make sure it was hatching properly, but you had patients to take care of. When the day finally ended and you shut your cottage door you slid into a chair into your kitchen, exhausted from the day's work. You would have fallen asleep right there in your kitchen if not for the loud crack and thump that came from your living room.
Pushing yourself up, you made your way into the room, expecting to see the egg had cracked again. Instead, your eyes immediately flew to the small red and black dragon sitting in the middle of your floor. Your eyes widened and you tried not to squeal in happiness as you edged closer.
The creature was bigger than you expected, maybe bigger now that it wasn't curled up inside the shell. You crouched down to see it better and it watched you with a curious look on its face. You immediately knew it was a boy, seeing the identifying markings you learned about in your book. As you watched him, he watched you back intelligently, studying you with what seemed to be the same curiosity.
He was covered in red and black scales, the two colors swirling together from his head to his tail. His eyes were bright red and bore into you as he watched you. After a while, you noticed that he was also covered in goo, assumedly from the inside of the egg. The books you read came to mind once more as you remembered that mother dragons often cleaned their young as soon as they hatched.
With an audible exclamation you pulled out a cloth from your apron and shifted closer once more. Surprisingly, he didn't run away from you and instead opened his mouth revealing about a dozen already formed teeth as he chirped at you. Your eyes widened and your heart swelled with how cute the noise was. You spent the next few hours cleaning him, elated when he let you carry him to the kitchen to dampen the cloth. Once he was cleaned of goo, you sat him on your counter and studied him, fascinated.
"Well hi, Little One. I am glad to see you." You explained softly, genuinely happy that he seemed to be healthy. The baby dragon pondered you quietly, his tail thumping on the table top as he began moving his limbs about. Your heart swelled with how cute he was, he quickly adjusted to being able to move, and soon figured out how to stand on his four legs.
Once standing he was able to take a few shaky steps towards you, obviously confused that you weren't a dragon too. You watched his body move awkwardly until he was used to his legs and small wings protruding from his back. They were half the size of him and covered in red scales and outlined in black, flapping gently as he ambled around the table top. His tail was around the same length as his wings and flopped around behind him like a fish. Watching him gain control of his muscles and learn how to move his body was fascinating as he curiously sniffed at everything on the table top.
That is how you came to be a caretaker to a dragon. The creature, who you lovingly named Katsuki, was curious, mischievous, and very intelligent. He seemed to understand every word you spoke to him and developed his own set of growls, whines, and chirps back at you to answer. The children in the village thought it was hilarious and amazing that you could speak to him the way you did.
For a dragon, he was very affectionate. He would follow you absolutely everywhere and the moment you sat down he would curl up on your lap. Even when he got too big to fit he still tried. Eventually he grew so big you had to add on to your cottage; which the townspeople were happy to help with. As he grew, Katsuki was able to spread out a little more, especially in front of the hearth which was his favorite spot.
After a few months, Katsuki began to ferret out all of the shiny things in your house. This, according to the book, was a good sign. Dragons often started hoarding at a young age, it was a sign they were maturing. You had to hide some of your more sentimental pieces, but otherwise didn't mind the small pile of things Katsuki hoarded on one side of the living room.
As the book explained, each dragon usually represented an element. Red ones usually represented fire, but because he was mixed with black it usually meant it was a variation of the base element. Two or three seasons after Katsuki's hatching, you found out the hard way that Katsuki was an explosion dragon. walking in the forest one day, you were gathering herbs with your now, 5 foot tall dragon walking near you, ambling along inspecting the forest around him.
You took him into the forest often since he had learned to hunt and kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. You watched your dragon run off into the trees but didn't follow him, instead continuing to pick herbs and plants for your medicines. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the forest, sending scores of birds from their perches into the sky.
"Katsuki?!" You screamed, clutching your basket and running off in the direction of the explosion. You found Katsuki sitting on his haunches in the middle of the clearing, a dead elk sitting next to him.
"Oh my gods are you ok? What happened?" You asked, moving forward to check on him. You knew the question was rhetorical, from your readings you learned that dragons were very capable of speech but often refrained, finding human language to be primitive. That is until you heard an unfamiliar voice in your mind.
"I'm fine, I hunted, look." You watched Katsuki motion to the dead elk with his nose then at you expectantly. Your eyes were wide in wonder as you watched Katsuki who was looking at you strangely.
"Was that you? Just now, in my head?" You asked uneasily, looking around in case there was some other creature around. You heard a snort which sounded suspiciously like laughter.
"Of course it was me, who else is here?" He asked, tilting his head. There was nothing in the books on just how dragons communicated with humans as there are so few of them that did, so no one had ever been able to ask. Katsuki thumped his tail impatiently and scowled at you, his red eyes narrowing.
"You sick or something?" He asked, still waiting for you to come and look at his kill. You snapped out of your stupor and crept forward, looking at the very dead elk carcass.
"How did you kill it?" You asked, not seeing any slashes or bloody wounds.
"Explosion." He said with an action that can only be described as a shrug.
"Ex-explosion?!" You asked, falling backwards onto your butt in surprise. Katsuki rolled his eyes, lifted his head and opened his jaw. You could see the magic affecting the air around his head, gathering in his mouth until he gave a roar and what looked like flames shot out from his maw. A few hundred feet into the open sky, the jet of flame exploded in midair, causing another raucous of cawing and shrieking indignant birds.
"You…you can do explosion magic?" You asked, looking up to study him curiously. Katsuki lumbered over to you, nudging you with his snout.
"Yea, I just said that. Come on, let's go home before this thing attracts something." Katsuki opened his jaw and closed it gently around your arm, something he did often when you weren't doing what he wanted you to. You finally looked at Katsuki close up, seeing his red eyes glittering at you. Lifting a hand you stroked it up and down his snout and over his head, eliciting a soft purr from him.
"Alright, I'm coming." You said softly, standing up and walking over to the elk. You trussed up the creature and helped Katsuki to lift it onto his back, the dragon being much stronger than you.
"I'll clean and cook it once we get home, good job Kats." He purred at the nickname and bumped you with his snout affectionately. Once home, you quickly cleaned and cooked the elk, giving Katsuki the biggest portion and taking some for yourself before saving the rest to preserve. The next day you wrote to Hitoshi, requesting a few books on explosion magic, and water magic.
Your reputation in town of being a witch finally came true as you learned water magic to combat the explosions and possible fire from Katsuki. You asked him not to set off any inside the house but couldn't expect the growing dragon to be able to control it all the time.
With your newly learned magical abilities, you often dueled with Katsuki, the dragon helping you to train. You would go into the forest clearing and he would shoot explosions at you and you would throw water bombs at them to prevent the ignition.
Your affection for Katsuki grew over the seasons, as you came to care for him greatly. You knew the time would come when he learned to fly and he would leave you to find his own way in the world. Katsuki stood over six feet by the time he was well into his adolescence and ready to leave. The ensuing fight when he tried to take his entire hoard with him was more emotional than you thought, as you weren't willing to part with him or your treasures. You agreed to give him a few things, including a necklace that was gifted to you by a parent whose child's life you saved many years ago.
By the time Katsuki was ready to leave, he was too big to sleep in your bed so you had taken to curling up with him in front of the fire. His body heat was more than enough to keep you warm and often you slept curled up in his tail, or under his wing.
Dread had settled in your gut as the days passed, your seasons living with and raising Katsuki weighing heavily on you. When you finally stood in the middle of the forest clearing, you cried softly, watching Katsuki test his wings gently, flapping them up and down.
"I'll miss you Kats. Come back and see me when you have your own babies, ok?" You tried to joke, but the humor got caught in your throat. The dragon snorted and suddenly licked you, his huge tongue going up the entire side of your face.
"Stop crying, you'll see me again before you know it. Dragons always come home." He promised. Leaning his head down to allow you to place a small satchel around his neck, containing the treasures you were giving him.
"I know, I know. It'll just be so weird being here alone, I'm so used to having you for company. I don't know what I'll do now." You pondered, dabbing your eyes with the corner of your apron. Katsuki let out a laughing snort and nuzzled you softly.
"Maybe you'll find another dragon egg and raise another one of us." He suggested, eliciting a smile from you.
"Oh no, I cannot take another emotional departure. I'm not raising any more creatures who are going to leave me." You said irritably, putting your hands on your hips. Katsuki always knew how to soften your scowl because he sat back on his haunches and huffed at you, bumping you with his snout. You leaned forward and gave him a big hug around the neck, squeezing tight until you let go. Stepping back, you watched him wriggle his butt and take off for the first time.
His large wings beat the air and lifted his heavy body, the wind created by them moving the trees around until he was too high up. He was gone before you knew it, and the tears were falling down your face once more.
Some years later
The sky looked exactly the same as it had on the day Katsuki had left, even years later. You missed him something terrible, the sadness you felt settling deep in your bones. Your work never stopped as you still care for the village nearby, though a lot of the children were old enough to have their own families. This just meant you had a whole host of new little ones to play with and care for.
As you now could cast actual magic, the rumors turned into an official title as the village witch. In addition to water magic, you also studied and learned botanical magic as well to aid in your healing.
Not everything was good though, as time had passed and the land around you changed. Bandits had begun popping up around the country and roved through your forest, robbing unsuspecting travelers. You were forced to defend your home on more than one occasion, using your magic to scare them away as best you could.
You sat one day at your window, looking idly out into the forest in the direction of the village when you heard screams. Your stomach twisted in fear as you sprang up, not even bothering to take off your apron as you ran towards the town. Another group of bandits had begun attacking, but this time they had employed a few orcs with them.
The townspeople had enough sense to lock themselves in their houses but some unlucky women who were out running errands were dragged to the middle of the square. Anger rushed through you, exploding out as you shouted for their attention. You had caught them off guard, allowing you to surprise them with your animated plant life. This allowed the captive women to get away, and as the orcs began to go after them, jets of water exploded out of the ground and knocked them back.
Your voice rose angrily, screaming at them to get out of your village when something big grabbed you around the waist from behind. You shrieked and struggled against the strength of the orc squeezing you, wheezing as he cut off your air with his strength. As lights began to pop in your vision you felt the forest rumble and heard a familiar explosion somewhere behind you.
The creature holding you had a tight grip and without letting go, turned to see the commotion. You heard another explosion closer this time, powerful enough to knock you out of the orc's arms. As you lay on the ground, you saw an unfamiliar silhouette running towards the group of enemies in the middle of the square. Through blurry vision you watched the figure make quick work of the bandits, and soon the square was littered with dead bodies.
Your vision cleared slowly and you struggled to push yourself up onto your feet. You stood shakily, wavering as you held an arm across your ribs. With your other hand, you tried to summon your magic but with your mana depleted there was no way it would work. Blinking the fog away, you tried to focus as the stranger started walking toward you.
"Stay back!" You yelled, hoping your cry actually came out coherently. They were close enough to touch you now, but you swayed too far to the side, and the last thing you saw before passing out was a familiar set of bright red eyes.
You woke up to something wet and cool being pressed to your forehead, the sensation of water trickling down your face tickling your skin. As you became conscious, your memories came rushing back and you sat bolt upright with a curse then a wince.
"Shit!" Your hand came up and touched your side where the pain stabbed through you. The first thing you felt were bandages wrapped expertly around your naked chest.
"Oi! Lay the fuck back down before you break another rib." A gruff voice ordered from your bedside. Your head whipped around and dizziness swept over you, allowing whoever it was to push you back down. You heard a sigh, the person holding your shoulder firmly until you relaxed.
"Relax." He ordered, leaning over to look down at you. His eyes bore into yours, familiar and firey with concern. Your body settled automatically, your brows furrowing worriedly as they usually did. He relaxed against the chair he sat on, crossing his arms as you turned your head to look at him.
"You killed all those bandits." You pointed out as you remembered the events unfolding.
"Yup, the orcs too." He boasted with a smirk. As your eyes focused you studied him. Sharp ash blond spikes covered his head and angular features held a proud expression except for the concerned eyes which bore into yours. Your gaze traveled quickly down his bare chest, noting the tattoos on his biceps and markings on his chest. Were those…scales? With a scowl you tried to focus on the strange markings that littered his skin.
"Who…are you?" You watched him uncross his arms, a previously hidden necklace falling to settle on his toned chest. Recognition came over your features slowly, soon replaced with confusion as you looked back up into his face.
"I'll give you one guess." You heard in your mind as he leaned forward, the necklace swinging toward you and coming into focus. Your eyes widened and tears sprang up in the corners as you tried to sit up again, eliciting a warning growl from the blond.
"Katsuki?" You whispered, watching his smirk grow into a proud grin. "What are you doing here?" Happiness flooded through you, you had missed him terribly.
"I told you I would come back, didn't I?" His eyebrow raised questioningly. You didn't answer at first, taking a moment to raise yourself up on your elbows and look around.
"Did you bring your mate? I want to meet them! Do you have babies?" You said excitedly, looking towards the floor as if expecting to be bombarded with baby dragons. You heard Katsuki snort with laughter as he used to, letting you look around for a moment before shaking his head in amusement.
"No babies, not yet." He stated, watching your expression. "But I do have a mate, which is why I came back." He watched as your brow furrowed in confusion once more, your brain trying to catch up to what was happening.
"I thought dragons only came back home after they've had babies, what are you doing here?" You asked. Katsuki rolled his eyes in true fashion and smiled at your confusion.
"I'm here for my mate." He stated obtusely, watching you. Your expression furrowed into one of frustration, annoyed at him for being purposefully frustrating.
"Then let me meet them, I raised you, I have a right to meet your mate." You demanded.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure you already know them." His smirk split into a grin once more. You scowled in annoyance, gripping the blanket to throw it back, intending to get up and glower at him.
A warning growl ripped through Katsuki's chest and echoed around you. Worry filled your eyes but before you could speak, Katsuki moved like lightning, his hands darting out to grab yours in a vice-like grip.
"I said, lay the fuck down and relax." His voice was deep and held a challenge that sent a shiver through your body. As you struggled to catch up to what was happening, you realized you were now lying back on your bed with Katsuki on top of you, holding both your hands in his down against your mattress. "You have cracked ribs, dumbass."
Your breath caught in your chest and you winced softly as you tried to recover. Your eyes were wide, staring up at Katsuki whose weight held you down easily. He was careful not to put any pressure on your upper torso, while still holding you down. His eyes held an intense look as they met your gaze, his chest moving up and down as he breathed hard with unspoken effort.
"I thought you would have gotten it by now, maybe you hit your head harder than I thought. There are two reasons a Dragon would come back after leaving their nest. One, to present their young, and two…To claim their mate." Katsuki finished that statement off telepathically, your faces so close, you could count the scales adorning his cheekbones. Your eyes widened as understanding dawned on you.
"I've known I would have you as my mate since I first matured, but I had to leave first and learn about the world, it's tradition." He explained, his eyes studying your face. "No one else would have taken in a strange dragon to care for, not even another dragon. We're very selfish creatures, only humans have that kind of compassion. I'd have died if it weren't for you."
Your tears finally fell, trailing down the sides of your face to settle in your hair as you thought back to when you found him, remembering that same fear that he wouldn't make it. His eyes glittered with possession, studying your face for one more moment before seizing the opportunity presented by the silence. He leaned down, careful not to put his weight on your chest he pressed his lips to yours.
You let his sincerity pour into the kiss, feeling how genuinely he felt about you. The kiss was messy at first but it was warm and filled with love, and you immediately kissed him back. Your eyes closed and you finally relaxed into him as he broke off the kiss and pulled away.
"I can't think of anyone better to be my mate. You've more than proven your ability to raise a dragon." He leaned over as he spoke, nuzzling your neck under your ear softly. "Plus there is no one else I would want having my clutch."
You smiled a happy, watery smile and your voice broke as you spoke.
"Welcome home, Kats "
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Okay walk with me- this sound has had a death grip on me so I wrote a lil smth 👀 (I wrote two variations of this, so here’s the other version)
Bakugo x Reader
Imagine you and Bakugo knowing eachother since kindergarten. He was loud, boastful, smart and, proud. You were on the more quiet side, choosing to color or read or even nap during down times. You didn’t talk to Bakugo much, never had much of a reason to. You didn’t share any friends and didn’t have much in common. Yet, every once in a while, you would notice him staring at you. Yet you never thought much of it.
However, for Bakugo, every time your eyes met his, his heart fluttered in his chest. You were always a bit of a mystery to him, a puzzle he could never quite figure out. You were the only thing that really scared him. Not because he saw you as a true threat, but he knew himself and his personality, and even when he tried to be kind it was taken the wrong way. He never wanted to mess that up. But god, how he wish he could say hello.
As you got older, he only yearned more for you. He wished he had the courage to compliment your new hairstyle, or the new pin on your backpack. He over heard you talking about your favorite tv show one day, and he wished he was brave enough to come to you the next day after watching every episode, just to make conversation. As the years went by, Bakugo fell in love with you. Yet you, beautiful you, were unaware.
When you both got into UA, it was a miracle by All Might himself that you were both in class A together. And he finally saw it as his shot, his chance to get to know you more, and for you to know him. That way, maybe, you would come to love him just as he had come to love you for all of these years.
“I could never choose to love another”
“Maybe one day I could learn to love you…too”
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falling asleep with bakugo is one of the most peaceful things that you can experience. he sleeps with his fan on, air conditioner blasting, and just a sheet, which appalled you the first time you saw it, but he explained how it’s because he finds himself getting too hot at night due to his quirk. the first time you sleep over he bought you a nice thick blanket so that you don’t get cold, but you find that you don’t need it because he is so warm. he loves pulling you into him as soon as you lay down so that he can warm you up. king of being the big spoon - it makes him feel so strong to wrap his arms around you to protect you all night. snores lightly and it puts you to sleep instantly. if you try to get up in the morning before him he grunts and pulls you back in to keep cuddling. if you have a nightmare he’ll turn you to face him and rub your back until you fall asleep peacefully again. once you sleep over with him for the first time he gets spoiled and insists you stay over to sleep with him again. it takes less than a week for you to have one of his drawers and a toothbrush that stays at his place. you find that you don’t mind it though - you get the best sleep you’ve ever had with him.
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"wake up."
bakugou shouted as he stumbled over to you. his body was littered with scrapes and bruises. as was yours. you both fought so hard-- and you shouldn't have been fighting out there anyway. not when you both had just figured your life out together.
"wake up, nerd."
dropping to his knees, bakugou managed to pull you onto his lap. he pushed some flyaways out of your face, "wake up, [name]. we won. . you won."
why wouldn't you wake up? his face began to twist into worry. he shook your body over and over, cupping your face as he shouted your victory. "you won, nerd! you won! this isn't funny!" his voice cracked and lowered as his and reached for your stomach, laying there for a moment.
heroes, emts, and more began to flood the scene. your body was ripped from bakugou arms.
you were pronounced dead at the scene, and the hero, dynamight, was never the same.
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From those cute flirting prompts can I order a 52 with Hawks?
You can order anything with Hawks honestly. I love the big bird man.
Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, jealousy, reassurance, soothing kisses, flying, ruined date night
Word count: 0.5k
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A/N: I'd be mad too if my date night with Hawks got ruined.
52. "It's you. It's only ever going to be you."
Dating the number two hero was always gonna come with challenges. But come on, you can't even go on one date without being interrupted at some point. You can deal with even that but the one thing you can't stand is people flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you no less.
Your hands are tight on his suit jacket, you're glaring at the group of his fans that ask questions and throw in the occasional flirting remark his way. And still they don't leave.
"Ah, please everyone, calm down. As much as I love my fans, I'm here on a date." It was like you were invisible until Keigo gestured towards you. Knowing that only caused you to shrink further into his side. "And we happen to be late. So excuse us." Keigo lifted you bridal style and with one flap of his wings you were in the air, away from the still persistent fans. "Much better. Should have gone with this right away rather then walking there."
Keigo smiled down at you but you couldn't return it. It would be fake, he would see right through it. Instead you curled into him as close as you could.
"Shit, are you cold up here? I should've given you my jacket before taking off. And you're wearing that dress too, I'm sorry for not thinking." He was quicker to apologize and kiss your forehead then you were to explain yourself, which did ease some of your worries.
"Some of those women were very pretty." You said as casually as possible.
"Huh? Er, I guess?" Keigo narrowed his eyes at you, noticing you chewing your cheek. "Not prettier then you. Not to me at least."
"Keigo..."
"No, I'm serious." He pulled you closer, his hands warming up the areas where they touched, "Listen, I'm with you aren't I? Everyone says that the Number Two Hero can have anyone right? Well I have you. It's you. It's only ever going to be you. I don't care what kind of words anyone else throws at me or how they look." His voice carried far in the noiseless sky. "I love you. You're the only girl for me."
You were about to reply when he suddenly paused, "Keigo, we're gonna be late." He smirked at you and started floating a bit lower, "Keigo? What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. You were lower now, low enough to be visible to the people walking down on the streets. Keigo took a deep breath, "I love my girlfriend! She's so nice and smart and funny and hot! She makes me really happy!" Your face exploded with heat as you listened to him shout at the top of his lungs, catching everyone's attention, some people even took out their phones to record.
"Oh my god. Fine, I get it, we can go now!" You buried your face in his shoulder but he lingered there for a few more moments before flying you in the direction of the restaurant. By the time you got there the clip of his confession was already all over the internet. "For the record, I love you too. You goofball."
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A/N ::: You guys remember that thing I wrote the other day saying I didn't have an explanation for it? Well, I don't have one for this either. But I nearly cried when I wrote the last line. Deadass real tears. Almost.
C/W ::: Stupid sweet. Dad!Katsuki (27 yrs old, married to F.reader).
WC ::: Less than 530
Thinking about Katsuki hanging out in the living room with his baby after she had a bad dream.
It's 1:19 in the morning and he's awakened by the sound of his baby girl crying. You had begun to shuffle in your sleep at the sounds she was making, but he got up first, careful not to disturb you (like that would ever disturb you).
He quietly padded his way down the hallway to her dimly lit room and he peeked through the open crack in the door to see if she was ok before he walked in. She'd apparently heard someone coming to her because she stopped fussing just long enough for him to open the door the rest of the way and walk in to her.
His voice was calm, low and gravelly. But soft. A kind of softness that he reserves only for his little girl.
"Hey stinker, whats'a matter? Y'have a bad dream or somethin'? C'mere, ohhh yes, shh shh shh shh shh. Come on, up ya go. Wanna go for a walk with me, hah? Let's go. Jus' you 'n me. Let's hit the road, hah, Jack?" He picks her up without any effort at all. Her little 17 pound body is no match for the great Katsuki Bakugou. Though regardless - and because - of how small she is, he holds her closer than anything else in the whole world.
He holds her tightly with one arm and puts the other one on the handrail to make his way down the stairs, talking to her the whole way. "So, what'd ya dream 'bout? Yer mama runnin' outta milk?" She coos and smiles at him. He laughs, too, but he knows, realistically, there's no way in hell she could know what he's saying to her. But that won't stop him from telling everyone at the agency that his baby is a certified genius.
"Yeah, that'd be scary as hell. But really, when'r ya gonna start talkin', hah? I need someone normal to talk to sometimes. And," he senses you behind him and stops talking. Turning around, he sees you standing behind the couch, smiling, with your hand over your heart. "B'tween you 'n me? Your mama is a full-time passenger on the crazy train. She might even be the conductor one of these days." He winks at you and waves you off with his hand to go back bed. "I got 'er. 'L be up soon, ma."
You nod and hover for just a second to brush her soft little blonde hairs from her forehead. You kiss him on the cheek and walk back to bed.
He swipes the hair you brushed back to the way it was and gives her a long kiss on the crown on her head, sneaking a sniff of that baby smell. She smells like a combination of you and him: Vanilla and burnt honey.
"See what'm sayin'? Yer ma don't know how to do hair t' save her life. Tch. Bah! I love her anyway." The baby began to fuss a little again. "Hey! I didn't say I loved 'er more than you, baby boom.
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Katsuki Catching you on the Sims
Masterlist
Tags: Sfw, suggestive, fem!reader, friends to lovers, short drabble, no edit just vibes
“Is…is that us?” The voice startles you and you immediately go to cover your screen, embarrassment hitting you like a truck.
“What- no- Kats’ what-” You scramble out the words, snapping your head to the side.
“Oh it fucking is, isn’t it?” You can hear the smirk, Katsuki shoving you lightly to the side and taking seat. “Go on, show me.”
You shake your head harshly, still clutching the laptop, not making any moves to close the game.
“Nah, I wanna see.” Katsuki can be stubborn and you know you aren’t going to get out of this one.
“Fine…” You whisper out, reluctantly slipping your hands down and finding the mouse pad.
God, it’s embarrassing.
You can’t even try to hide the resemblance between the character of your game and the man beside you. His name is in bright capital letters, admitting your lies for you.
“Huh, it really is me.” Katsuki muses, eyeing his Sims counterpart. “Got my skull shirt and all.”
The sim in question walks around the screen, throughout a large but homely house. The two of you watch it for a moment, when suddenly a notification pops up. Oh no.
“This sim is feeling…” Katsuki starts to read, and you wish for the ground to swallow you. “Flirty?”
You don’t even want to look at the screen anymore, but Katsuki does, following along the character as the camera pans. Soon another sim is in view. One that’s evidently you. And before you can even attempt to pause the game, divert the character away or even throw the laptop off you, there goes Katsuki’s sim, pulling yours into a kiss. A grand, dramatic, and undeniably salacious kiss.
Not a word is said. All you can hear is your own heart beating tremendously. You wonder if he can hear it. Then, abruptly and loud, Katsuki laughs.
A genuine- from the belly- laugh. He doesn’t stop, even when you shake him in protest, whining that he’s being a prick. There’s tears in his eyes, his head is tilted back and his hands rest on yours as they jab at him lightly. If you weren’t so flustered you’d probably appreciate the rare display of unrestrained joy.
“Shut the fuck up! Katsuki!” The laptop is pushed off you by now, and you’re practically atop of the man, shaking him to stop.
His laughter starts to taper but with a chuckle still in his voice, he says. “You’re an idiot, y’know that?”
Katsuki doesn’t give you a moment to take in the words, already pulling you to him, clutching your face in his hands and kissing you.
One grand, dramatic, and undeniably salacious kiss.
It surprises you for a second, but then you melt, almost asking for more. You’re on his lap, by your own movements and his. Nothing on your mind but the feeling of his lips against yours.
When the two of you finally pull apart, you can see how he blushes, how his chest falls and rises. Just like you- he’s in his own fluster.
“Could’ve just asked.” He breathes, the two of you calming. “I’d give you anything from that shitty game.”
The hint of jealousy makes you giggle, resting your head on his shoulder. “Even the multi-billion dollar house I designed?”
You can tell he rolls his eyes, but his voice is soft and full of love.
“Yeah, even the fuckin’ world.”
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“Holy fuck [Name], do we have kids in this shit?”
“KATSUKI!! STOP LOOKING!!!”
I’m currently trying to re-download sims because the last I played was when I was 16 and I miss it! Bout to make my whole genshin team and start a fight club 💪
Edit: this is getting loads of reblog comment thingies and I really want to say thank u!!! But IDK HOW TO REPLY??? THIS APP IS SO HARD TO USE???!??
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unlike what the general public says... i think that dabi is actually a very caring person, especially with and towards his beloved girlfriend.
when you two are together, walking on the sidewalk, he’s always the one who walks on the road’s side and if by chance you’re walking on that side, he would stop the two of you on your tracks, put an hand on your hip and gently move you to the inner of the sidewalk.
whenever you two are in crowded places, dabi would stand closer to you while using his arms to keep strangers and weirdos out of your personal space, then opens a path for you to get out of there while leading your figure with an hand resting on the small of your back, walking right behind you so he can have a better view of your surroundings and intercept any type of danger if it ever dares to comes your way.
ohh this one, dabi rests his hand on the small of your back a lot; when he wants to tell you something only you need to hear, when he wants to get your attention, when he wants to assure you about and with his presence, when he’s curious to see what you’re doing, when you two are shopping and you show him something you want to buy or simply when you’re standing while listening to the other members of the league talking.
he, for some reason, just feels so much reassurance in that gesture and he also hopes you feel that too (you do by the way, it’s impossible not to honestly).
whenever you’re nervous, in panic or worried about something dabi would hold your hand, intertwining your fingers and then start rubbing his thumb across your skin in soothing circle motions while looking straight into your eyes with what to other seems like an unbothered expression, but being the person closest to him you can notice all the minuscule details; his slightly furrowed eyebrows, blazing eyes that says thousand of words, lips pressed in a thin line with the corners of his mouth curved downwards, tensed jaw, vein on his scarred neck pulsing and ah... there he goes “it’s okay baby, i’m here” which means ‘nobody’s gonna touch you on my watch’ because he’s going to protect the hell out of you and burn to ashes every stupid ass piece of shit that dares to lay a finger on his woman.
when you guys are sitting down with league eating, dabi would go “slow down there princess, nobody’s chasing you” at you as he rests an hand on the back of your neck running his thumb on your nape gently, looking at you quizzically with a lifted eyebrow but still amused by all the sudden hurry into eating. you low-key remind him of a little hamster and that makes the arsonist melt every single time, he will never tell you though.
everytime you’re sick he does his best to be of aid to you. if you’re vomiting out your soul he’s gonna be there to hold up your hair and rest a reassuring hand on your back that rubs it in circles, if you’re down with a cold or the flu he would keep you warm using his quirk alongside the blanket and never let you lift a finger until you become able to stand without your legs wobbling like a newborn deer.
whenever you fall asleep somewhere that isn’t your shared bedroom, dabi would not leave your side for a second or he’s afraid something bad might happen to you when he’s not there, even when you guys are at the league’s hideouts. the moment the man sees your nodding off he sneaks an arm under your chin and resting his hand on the side of your head he gently places it on his shoulder or when you’re out like a light in kurogiri’s bar or any other hideout, dabi straight up puts your head on his lap and while the others just talk or do anything he’s there silently listening to their antics while caressing tenderly your head, run his finger through your hair or rest his hand on your arm as he watches over you.
the times when you guys are on mission, be it only the two of you or with the league, and are walking into decadent or rather small places dabi will put an hand over your head to keep you from bumping it into something or would walk ahead of you then tell you to hold his hand since it can be dangerous.
when it comes to a person he loves and cares for, i can see dabi become a little of a worry wart and always looking out for you even when it comes to the smallest of the things, that’s because he’s afraid of losing you and he doesn’t want that to happen with all his heart that many think he doesn’t have when he actually does, it just needs the right person to unlock every door of it.
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Bakusquad x Insecure! Reader
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or alternatively a reader that's just not confident bare faced
(more platonic but could be seen as romantic! more fem centric. sorry for weird formatting I wrote on my phone lol and not proof read I wrote this in less that 10 mins)
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- It was no secret that you were one of the prettiest people in class 1-A.
- You were always put together.
- having your hair clean and always wearing at least some makeup.
- it was a very very rare occurrence that you wouldn't be wearing any. practically no one had ever seen you without it.
- the closest they got was after training or villain attacks.
- one night, you, Mina, Kirishima, Jirou, Sero, Denki, and Bakugo were having a sleepover in Mina's dorm.
- It was around 12am and everyone was winding down for the night. (Bakugo is not very happy about it. but it's the weekend so they managed to convince him)
- mina handed you a makeup wipe so you could sleep barefaced.
- you politely refused.
- mina pryed a bit more, she didn't want her pretty best friend to break out!
- you laughed a bit and made a joke about how you 'look like one of those old diseased hairless cats' without makeup.
Mina - ✩
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- she's shook.
- you're literally her perfect best friend like huh?
- she'll pester you about it for a while
- and if you say that it was caused by others at your old school...
- she loses her MINDDD
- bc youre gorgeous like what?
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- she always hyped you but before but now it's extra!
- will 100% spread rumors about anyone who talks bad about you.
(and they're vileee 💀)
Kirishima - ✩
- he's so surprised
- you look like that and think you look bad??
- aggressive positivity. literally shoving it down your throat.
- hype man!!
- he hypes you up more than Bakugo at this point
- if anyone's trying to be rude to you he will immediately stop them.
- he will not hold back in training and will definitely tell other people that they aren't nice
- and you know it's bad when even Kirishima isn't nice to you. before the person knows it all of class 1-A hates them.
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Jirou - ✩
- she's so surprised!!
- you're like a goddess in her eyes
- she doesn't say much about it that night but over time she subtly hypes you up!
- just small things like 'you're hair looks nice today's or 'where did you get that shirt?'
- she's a little nervous that she'll offend you so she tries her best to not seem as blunt as normal.
- if anyone says anything bad about you (in general but especially about how you look) she goes crazy 💀
- she will not hold back during training.
- (she has gotten scolded by Aizawa for it before)
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Sero - ✩
- he has to take a moment to take in what you said
- like huh?!
- how are you insecure?
- you'll def end up having one of those deep conversations another night where he finds out everything.
- def hypes you up
- practically everytime you walk into the common room he'll tell you you're outfit is nice
- you could be dressed like Adam Sandler and he'd still eat that up
- if anyone is rude to you he'll shoot a small piece of tape onto the ground so they face plant 😭
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Denki - ✩
- he side eyes you immediately and does one of those slow head turns 💀
- he'll pester you for a bit about it but after Bakugo slapps him over the head because he wants to sleep he drops it for the night
- BIGGEST HYPE MANNN
- hypes you up about everything, your handwriting, cooking, baking, drawing, grades, quirk, strength, everything.
- if anyone's every rude he will 100% give the person small shocks.
- especially in quiet rooms.
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Bakugo - ✩
- even though he might be bad at showing it, he didn't want his friend to break out either!
- but he hid it behind him not wanting to hear you complain about your skin
- won't hype you up but once he sees you with out makeup he'd definitely do a really sarcastic fake shock
- like 'gasp oh my god-! you- you- look perfectly fucking fine. say some dumbass shit like that again and I'm beating your ass.'
- will immediately scream insults at whoever talks about about you
- it could literally be a medical professional next to you on your death bed saying that you over estimated yourself in a fight and he'd still do it
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𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈— 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 :: short fic ( SFW )
> 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 :: Hi hii (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ ! ! Umm…so (◕‿◕) Let’s not talk about how I just disappeared for like 4 months lol… school has been taking up so much time lately, and I’ve been so stressed that I never really had the time to come on here to write :p But thats okay! Everyone has their off days! Or months in my case (//▽//) This specific prompt has been sitting at the back of my mind for the longest time, so i suppose now is the perfect time to actually write it !! Hope you guys enjoy <33
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you do that.” Your boyfriend 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 huffs as he shoves past you with his hands in his pockets.
“Oh come on babe!” You whine, following right behind him as you wave your eyeshadow palette around. “It’s only a little! I swear I won’t post it anywhere or show anybody, it’s just gonna be between us. You would look so cute!’
Katsuki snorts as you say that, swirling around with his arms crossed as he glared down at you.
“Shit, if I got anything out of it maybe I’d agree. What’re you willin’ to do? Cause I for sure ain’t gonna do it without something in return.” He says, a smug smile appearing on his face.
You cross your arms back at him, lifting your head up and looking him straight in the eyes.
“…I’ll get you that new Zelda game you’ve been wanting. Tears of the kingdom, is it called?” you say, knowing he would never back down from such an opportunistic moment. ( Off topic but i headcanon that bakugou is a HUGE botw fan. Horikoshi told me himself! )
You see his face falter a bit as he stares at you in shock.
“Wha—you know thats like $70 right? You would waste $70 just to put some shit on my face that Imma wipe off anyway?” He replies, not thinking you’re serious.
You nod your head. “Yes. I would! Now will you let me do it or not?” You say, swinging makeup brushes in front of his face.
You can see him contemplating everything for a moment before giving in, sighing loudly and scratching the back of his neck.
“Fine. But you better get me the game after like you promised.” He groaned.
You squeal loudly in excitement as you take his hand quickly, dragging him over to the couch to get things started.
Katsuki was layed on the couch comfortably as you were sat on his lap, carefully applying some bright pink eyeshadow on his lids. Every time you tapped something on, his face would scrunch up and crinkle, ruining your ability to do it precisely.
“Katsuki, I swear if you move one more time! You’re making me mess up!” You huff at him.
He rolls his eyes, pushing the brush away from his face as he tried to sit up.
“Its not my fucking fault that thing is itchy as hell. Why d’ya gotta add so much?” He complains.
“Its all part of the process! Now just stay still and look pretty, I’ll do the rest.” You say, pushing him back down and dabbing more eyeshadow onto your brush.
You can hear him sigh in annoyance as he lays back down, grumbling to himself.
“You’re lucky I love you…” you hear him say.
You try not to smile at his comment but a small grin takes shape as you mix in some glitter with the pink.
𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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Try again (Toshinori Yagi Smut)
Requested: no
Summary: You want to add another addition to the family, he’s unsure.
Word Count: 1695
Warning(s): Self-doubt, Smut
“So What I think doesn’t matter?” You question sitting down next to Yagi on the couch.
Tho you’d been with him for years and have 2 kids, he still occasionally gets into these strange thought patterns. Yes, his self esteem has been low ever since he lost use of his All Might form, but you thought that you having been with him for so long would be worth something.
“Of course it does, dear!” His eyes shoot towards yours, as if searching for something.
“Well then, listen to me, I married you because I love you, all of you. Furthermore I prefer you in your smaller form and I’ve told you as much as thousand times. I know it’s not easy, and I know you feel down, but you need to remember that people still love you no matter what!” You say, taking a sip of your tea, offering Toshi his own cup. He takes it, looking like he’s deep in thought.
“You’re right” he says looking at you again with a smile, but it seemed a bit hollow, like he didn’t truly believe it. You decided to not push the matter further for now as your 9 year old barges into the living room from his room. “ Dad! Look” he says excitedly, he had fashioned his blanket into a cape. You smile wiggling your eyebrows at your husband.
He goes to play with him and your 6 year old joins in, playing as a villain.
You thought the ruckus in your house would never stop as your family spent their day off playing heroes and villains and god whatever else came to their creative brilliant little minds. Your husband played along with all of it.
By the end of the night, the kids were so worn out, getting them to bed was a dream. They were sleeping pretty much the second their heads hit the pillow.
You were in your bedroom, getting ready for bed as Yagi joined you. “Hey, I wanna talk to you about something when you have a moment.” You tell your loving husband as you put on your baggy sleep shirt. “What’s on your mind, darling?” He inquired.
“ I want another kid.” You blurt out, looking away, worried about his reaction. A breath hitches in his throat causing him to cough. “Y/n, Im not sure that would be a good idea, the kids would have a pretty big age gap and I don’t know if I could keep up with another kid…” he says, nudging you to face him, putting a finger under your chin to lift it, getting you to look at him.
“I know… but I miss being pregnant” you trail off. “Why would you want another child with someone like me? When we had our boys I was still All might, I still had something to offer.” He confesses quietly. Doubts swirling in his mind. It was true, you had your youngest long before his quirk became nearly un usable. It always worried him, not being able to protect his family anymore, he also thought you would lose your interest in him. To his surprise you had stayed steadfast in your love and adoration for him.
You shoot him a glare, “I love you no matter what Toshi, You have so much more to offer than just being a hero and I still don’t care what form you’re in.” You tell him, giving him a reassuring peck. In all honesty, if you had the time and he had the energy, you’d have a gaggle of kids by now. You’d be jumping his bones at every and any opportunity. Sadly tho, with your family keeping both of you busy and his injuries hindering his sex drive, that hasn’t been a possibility.
“I don’t know” he says nervously. “Just think about it, even if the answer is no, I would appreciate you giving it a thought.” You tell him, looking at him with a slightly sad look. He caught it immediately but didn’t say anything about it, giving you a nod.
Getting in bed, you fall asleep tho a little restless, he on the other hand couldn’t sleep. Toshis thoughts were racing.
He wanted to give you want you want. He always had. But at the same time he was unsure if he could handle another kid. Yagi loves his boys and would do anything in his power for them. Could he have another?
Before he knew it, the blaring alarm, rays of sunshine and tussling from your side of the bed awoken him from a slumber he didn’t even realise he was in. He keeps his eyes shut, trying to get a little more sleep while you get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen.
Cheerful giggles fill your home and delightful smells of food tingle the nose. Toshi shuffles towards the kitchen, stopping when he sees you three. Playfully preparing breakfast. The youngest is holding the spatula, while the oldest is getting things out of the fridge to set on the table. You’re cutting up fruit as you giggle at your youngest making goofy faces.
They look so much like a younger version of their father. You always wonder where your genetics disappeared to.
The breakfast was delicious, even if Toshi couldn’t eat a whole lot and everyone was all giggles. Today was the end of the weekend, meaning the boys needed to clean up their rooms and do all their homework. And man does Yagi find it sexy when you go into teacher mode. You run a tight ship. The boys already know the routine.
Your husband’s heart flutters as he watches you help your oldest do his math as the youngest also listens tho he clearly doesn’t fully understand what you’re going on about. Maybe he truly does want another kid.
Getting back to the bedroom, the boys clean and in bed, getting ready to go to sleep yourself. Toshi comes out from the shower a beautiful wide sparkling smile on his face. “I think I’m okay with trying for another.”
“What?” You question, what he said not quite registering. “ I want another baby, unless you’ve changed your mind, dear” He explains, his smile slightly faltering. “Really?!” You whisper shriek. He nods, his smile even brighter than before, you swear that smile could make you melt if you looked at it long enough.
You smash your lips into his, pulling him into a passionate kiss as you pull him closer by the drawstrings on his pj pants. “Are you sure?” You say catching your breath. “Yes.” He chuckles. As you make your way towards your bed.
He gently pulls the shirt you just put on over your head, throwing it on the ground together with his pj pants. He’s already starting to pitch a tent in his underwear. He’s gently kissing down your neck as you gently play with his hair. He reaches your breasts, gently nuzzling one as he squeezes the other, a gentle hum escaping you.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n” he says, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He gently suckles on in, soon switching to the other. “ I wish we had time to do this more often” you murmur. He chuckles lowly, kissing down your abdomen, getting closer and closer to your core.
He gently nibbles on the soft supple skin of your inner thigh, earning a slight arch of the back from you.
He gently removes your panties, rubbing a finger in your folds. Soon his tongue follows. He’s eating you out like it’s his last supper, earning moans and groans from you, your hand stuck in his hair unable to contain your pleasure. You can feel a mile on his face as he gets you this riled up. He knows he can’t last as long as he used to, so he makes sure you feel as good as possible before the main act.
Euphoria hits you as your muscles clench, begging for a release. His tongue hits your clit perfectly, throwing you off of the cliff, bliss clouding your mind.
“ I need you” you moan, as Toshi gets back on top of you while you try to push his underwear off. He assists you revealing his massive member. Even after all these years, you’ve still never quite gotten used to it. Didn’t help that he was gone so often. “ I love you, y/n” he tells you as he’s lining himself up, giving you a deep, passionate kiss. It feels like he needs you, in a way that could never be described. It’s so loving yet needy.
“ Are you ready, sweetie?” He groans. “Yeah” you moan in anticipation. He gently pushes into you, giving you a bit of time to adjust. You roll your hips into him, signalling for him to move.
The thrusts are slow, deep and sweet. He’s making love to you like it’s the first time, no matter how many times you’ve been in this situation. He’s always just so sweet and caring. His hips roll into yours so naturally, like you’re made for each other. Youre both trying to keep it down, but it feels so good that some quiet groans escape both of you. Yagis pace quickening as his climax is getting closer.
You pull him closer, your nails gently grazing his back. He’s kissing your neck, sucking on the skin here and there but not hard enough to leave marks. Your becoming more and more breathless as you get closer to your second cumming.
His thrusts become jagged and less rhythmic as you feel him twitch in you. A few more thrusts later, you climax again, him following shortly after. He stays inside as his seed shoots into you, his breaths short and body being held up by just his elbows. Yagi shoots you a bright smile, kissing your cheek. “Hopefully that did the trick” he chuckles, slowly pulling out and laying down next to you.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” you beam, sending him a wink, a deep blush gracing his cheeks.
“I love you, y/n”
“I love you too, Toshi”
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N. S. F. W.
hero!hawks x assistant!reader
genres: fanfic, smut, [p with a sprinkle of plot], drabble series
word count: 1.2k
warnings: MINORS GET OUT!!! dub-con (both aren’t sober), afab/f!reader, tiny mention of drugs, implied infidelity, hawks & his heat problems, mirror sex, marking, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, overstimulation [would it be my fic if there wasn’t any], copious amounts of cum, cervix fucking [shameful i know], heavy breeding kink, a lot of creampies, and implied impregnation [that will be dealt with in the otherother drabbles because we do not condone mistakes guys!!].
series masterlist: N.S.F.W
+a/n: one day, i’ll have a fic without creampies… one day 😔.
++ “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”
drabble one - ‘forgetting something?’
hero!hawks that ends up finding assistant!reader in a nightclub and engages in certain inappropriate acts with them, accidentally triggering his heat. one sniff of the club’s air and he realises you’re ovulating… and, of course, he ends up fucking you dumb in the club’s bathroom, breeding you like tomorrow doesn’t exist.
but… he’s forgetting something.
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keigo didn’t remember.
he didn’t remember how you’d found each other in this club— the hero and his assistant, both high on ecstasy. he didn’t remember how it was the way you were grinding on him that triggered his heat that wasn’t due for another 2 weeks. he didn’t remember how it took only one sniff of your fertile body before he was dragging you away to the bathroom and fucking you like you were his.
but that didn’t matter.
“h-hawks!” you cried out, slapping a hand onto the tiny bathroom’s mirror to steady yourself against his constant and desperate pounding. your pleads and moans only seemed to drive him further into his mania, fucking his cum deeper into your stuffed cunt.
you could feel his cum sloshing around your womb already.
panting, he let his eyes drop away from you in the mirror and fall to the vivid evidence of your breeding.
it was so crude. how your creaming cunt swallowed his cock as he drove into you and how it clung to him as he drove out of you, moaning lewd squelches; how his seed spluttered out of your pussy with every thrust; how you both sloppily joined together as one.
“oh god.”
it was everything to hawks.
the hero’s clouded vision dragged up your body to the base of your neck. obviously, you were unmarked. he didn’t even think you knew about marking or any his quirk’s shit. but still, mind shrouded in primal instinct, keigo felt a unbearable ache in his gums. it was a tempting burn, it dragged him towards your virgin skin.
somewhere behind the heat in his mind, he was on his knees— begging himself to not do it; to not forget what he was already forgetting.
but hawks was never one to listen.
his mouth clamped down on your skin, canines breaking through your claimed flesh, and he marked you.
unaware of the consequences behind his actions, he slurred a moan on your tainted skin and his drooping eyes beamed up at yours in the mirror with a drunken smile.
naturally, a wail tore out of your throat at the stabbing sensation burning your neck, and your body fell forward, away from the mad man. but keigo was quick to cross a hand over your chest and drag you back down his cock, loving the way your cunt swallowed him whole. the way he slipped back into your overflowing cunt distracted you from the sting of his marking. drunk on the lewd way he fucked the shit out of you, you gurgled a string of unintelligible moans, pushing your ass back against his pelvis.
“oh, fuck,” you keened.
as quick as he was to pull you back to him, desperate keigo snapped back into your cunt, battering your soft cervix. lost in overstimulation, you heard his groans behind the wet, obscene sounds of your stuffed, drooling cunt, filled to the brim with hawks’ virile cum, and his soaked, slapping balls, soaked with the remnants of both of your previous orgasms.
“n-no, ‘s too much,” you sobbed. your knees were buckling, body struggling to endure hawks’ pounding, and your vision blurred with hot tears, clit throbbing with overstimulation. desperate, keigo ripped his hand away from the sink to hoist you back up on his dick, slamming deeper into your pussy.
his heat would never let him pull out.
his lips had barely left his bruising mark before you heard him snap a guttural groan, “you can take it.”
removing his hand from your chest, he grabbed your face, smushing your cheeks together, and forced you to look at him. at this angle, heat-oppressed keigo could finally see his full effect on you, not obstructed by the smudges on the mirror anymore. streaks of mascara stained your cheeks, your lips were swollen and a bruised red, and your pussy clung to him like there was no tomorrow.
he groaned, “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”
his lips met yours with desperation. you melted into the kiss of the national hero, chasing his tongue. you could feel his thrusts became more sloppy than they already were, and he could feel his final climax tightening around his mind. slapping a hand onto your clit, his fingers wrestled with your erect clit, tweaking and smushing the throbbing bud into your fourth orgasm.
“g-gah,” you keened.
your lips parted, a silent cry leaving your raw throat, as the overstimulation washed over you in a chill. fucked out of your mind, you shook in his arms, cunt creaming and quivering around his pistoning cock.
hawks relished in the way your ovulating pussy clamped around him. his thrusts got more sloppier, desperate. his fat tip pushed through your battered cervix. the feeling of your soft walls strangling him left keigo with no other choice but to breed you.
his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his thrusts stuttered, and his moan broke into a wail.
“i-im c-cumming,” he cried.
you keened,
and, once again, keigo flooded your ripe womb with his thick, white cum, fucking through your cervix like a mad man. you doubled over, cumming once more on his spraying cock. “oh my god~,” you slurred, clenching harder on the hero breeding you. he cried out, collapsing onto your back, shuddering at how your walls wrenched him for his cum. he was forced to halt his thrusts as your cervix, too, tightened around his cock, mercilessly milking him for all he had.
still shuddering with his violent climax, hawks dropped his head to your bruising neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of his mark, ghosting kisses across your skin. his ears wallowed in the sound of your whimpers above the muted sound of the club’s songs. it calmed him: his breathing slowed and his grip on the sink loosened, washing the mania away from his mind.
although your pied cunt still quivered around his softening cock, your body stuttered as it tried to regulate its ruined conditions. ruined for any other man, your cunt had been battered into the shape of hawks and your womb was stained with keigo takami’s name.
your eyes drifted away from the empty bowl of the sink to the mirror, and fell on the blonde bush of hair cowering in the side of your neck. the fuck had sobered you up, but you wished it hadn’t. the number 2 hero had his dick inside of you. your boss had his dick inside of you. “fuck,” you thought.
you winced.
somebody had to say something.
“h-hawks—?” you started, but you were cut off by the foreign sound of a notification that definitely didn’t come from your phone. it was his.
ping!
another ping, and keigo finally finished out his phone from his ruined joggers. his sticky fingers skidded over the screen, almost failing to input his passcode, before the white background of imessages blinded him, drawing a grumble from the hero. his clouded vision cleared, and he saw the message.
“eh...?” he squinted at the message. the hero wasn’t heat-sober enough to recall the context behind the message.
cock still resting inside you, he blinked.
hawks, finally, remembered.
my dove 🕊❤️: where r u??
#nsfw series; only just begun!
#hawks smut#bnha hawks#hawks#mha smut#keigo takami#mha ff#mha fanfic#keigo smut#mha hawks#hawks x reader#🌟: angel’s fics
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word count: ~18.2K
paring: God!Shinso x f!Nymph!Reader
warning(s): dubcon, marking, slight impact play, somnophilia, oral (f!recieveing), creampie, gods as always being manipulative and cruel.
authors note: hello there, I know I promised this much sooner than it is being granted but as I am sure you can see by the word count, this kind of got away from me. This is actually a sequel to Plucked Flower! And when I was discussing with the lovely @/melodramaticmura about who would be which god, it seemed rather appropriate to have Shinso be the god of sleep. And well, I wanted to make a stand-alone fic of that, perhaps even make a series on it, but it was too tempting to have him steal away Sero's prized nymph so here we are. So please, let Shinso guide you into a peaceful slumber~ 🔮
A long time ago, Gods ruled the world.
Everything that the mortals could see, touch, and know were all controlled by the Gods who blessed them with their divine skills and talents. But, over time, the mortals became more dependent - more greedy - with their reliability on these seraphic creatures. As the demands of the mortals they created, and thus cared for, grew to be overwhelming and abundant, they knew they could not stay within their mortal plane any longer; for they were meant to be treated as divinities, not as servants.
And for once, in a rare moment of solidarity, the Gods worked alongside each other to create a home for which they could call their own; an empyrean realm that only they could have access to, which contained all the splendors known to man and even more. A dwelling where they can find peace and tranquility, and to be finally removed from the demands of the mortals; to finally have the undivided devotion they so craved. For it much easier for a mortal to obey the wishes of a God, if they came they came down to them in a beacon of light and gold.
Serve away they did, the mortals, tending to their temples and bringing forth gifts upon their alters; all the while they would lavish in their heavenly realm of gold and marble, to feast upon delicacies, to relish in the prosperity that the mortals provided to them, and indulge in one another; especially if that indulgence was at the expense of a mortal, to provide them with the vanity and sense of superiority they wished to continue to grasp onto.
Through all this splendor, however, it was easy to grow bored. Hanta, like most Gods, grew bored.
For a God could never cherish anything for too long. An immortal life always paired itself with dissatisfaction; for how could a God truly value anything if they did not have a finite time to have it? How could they enjoy splendor if they have not known poverty? How could they value life if they could not know death? And how could they appreciate anything, if all they wanted was more?
Living forever took the beauty of life away. All the love and heartbreak seemed so meaningless after a while when one could find no reason to hold onto it, that in time it could be replaced by a new adventure, a new thrill, and a new body to make claim to. Why keep something when you could easily abandon the old, and seek out something new?
And despite the many claims he so sweetly whispered within your ear, the many reassurances and acclimations of love, Hanta finally grew bored of you.
You knew it was bound to happen; there truly was only so much a nymph can do to claim the interest of a God. You knew the thrill he found, the infatuation he grew of you, was within the chase of claiming you for himself; the cat-and-mouse game he so perfectly cast and you so perfectly played into was the thrill he wanted within that moment.
Of course, there was the thrill after he caught you. How he laid you upon his bed day in and out and claimed his prize in any way he could; whether that be with sweet words, soft kisses, warm and gentle caresses, or have you on your knees to worship his aching cock, to then have it drag in and out of your tight hole as you scream his name for the heavens to hear.
It was to fill his ego, to have the most prized and beautiful creature to claim as his own. To have complete and utter control held over you, the utter and undiverted devotion that he pulled from you constantly as you obeyed and worshipped him however he pleased. To relish in, not only your body but the jealousy of the Gods around him as they grew envious of his little pet.
And once he lost interest, once his fellow Gods grew unbothered and uncaring of his treasures, he would find some other way to gain a boost to his ego; regardless of the feelings he may hurt along the way.
You had to give him credit though, it took him much longer for him to lose interest in you than what every other god that filled the heavenly realms, and even yourself, thought. Many said a few weeks, some said a few months, and you thought perhaps a year. Though it was hard to tell given the way time seemed to matter little the more you stayed there, how it moved so quickly and yet not at all at the same time, to say how long before he lost interest but it was certainly longer than a year.
It was gradual too. Slowly, but surely, he left you alone in that small portion of the heavens he carved out for you. What started with him parting from you earlier some mornings, thus leaving the giant bed he shared with you empty, turned into every morning as you would reach for him only to be met with cold silk and loneliness to sink to your heart. And soon, those daily visits he would give to you so diligently, to allow you some much-needed company as you staved away your boredom, soon started to wane. How he used to share his meals, his laughter and companionship, started to bore him and consequently, he began to leave you with small scraps that were left behind the day before as he neglected yet another meal, and as the weeks progressed, leaving you hungry altogether.
Though despite all of this, he would still return to you at night; to lull you to sleep in his arms and whisper those sweet nothings into your ear until you fell into a blissful sleep. And it was when he stopped arriving in your bed at night that you knew he no longer cared for you. That those declarations of love were truly just empty words so he could use you as he saw fit, like many a god to a nymph before him. Now leaving you to try and find a semblance of peace all alone in a place you did not belong.
You had no other forms of company either for the other gods barely acknowledged you. Some were spiteful that you would tarnish their realm and way of life by simply existing there as if it was your fault you were placed there. Others tolerated you, though they preferred your silence, wanting merely to look at you and nothing else. Others… they wished to have you in more carnal ways; falsely putting on kind airs only to lure you into their trap - much like Hanta - though luckily none was able to do anything untoward before Hanta intervened; but now you knew not to trust them, and to avoid them altogether.
After Hanta abandoned you, you were left alone to fend for yourself. Granted the small piece of heaven that was made for you was beautiful, and gave you some semblance of peace knowing you would not be bothered here - to which you were eternally grateful to Hanta for such a gift - it left you more lonely than you had ever been in your life. Moreso than when you were cast out from your forest of birth by your fellow Anthousai and forced to find a home, and sisterhood, by yourself.
Because through those trials of loneliness and rejection, you did find a sister. One that loved you, that built a home with you, that kept you company in the best and most nurturing of ways; a companion you adored with your whole heart. And one you were tricked to abandon to come here.
For as lonely as your life got, at least you had her. Here, you had nothing.
You thought of her often, and the memories you shared together, as you lay upon the clouds of gold and splendor alone and unwanted. Thoughts of her made your lonely days more bearable as you reminded yourself of a time when you were wanted, where you were loved, and where you felt happy and fulfilled as you remembered the bouts of laughter shared between the two of you.
Though Nymphs were ageless, they could die in the mortal realm or transform themselves into the nature they were born to nurture. But here? You had no such release, bound to live amongst the gods until the end of days. And as they progressed, you couldn’t help but worry about your sister; you were safe, but was she? Was she still around in your little home within the mountains? Or was she now gone, lost to the passage of time?
Your worry grew tenfold when, one morning, you tried to remember her face and couldn’t. She was the only thing that tethered you to happiness in this cruel world you found yourself in; the only thing that brought you warmth as you were surrounded by coldness. Your heart could not help but sink with dread as you frantically tried to think of her face. You had to, for she was the reason your sanity was still intact. She was the reason your heart had not broken fully.
You couldn’t help but weep for weeks on end as you slowly realized you were forgetting her.
You knew you could not sit idly by and let this happen to you; to allow these cruel creatures to break your spirit out of amusement. You had to know, had to remember, for it was all you had left; and you were going to cling to it, to fight for it, for all eternity if you had to.
So you waited, with determination blazing your heart and mind, for the God - the man - who caused all of this. Knowing that at some point he will show up and grant you a visit. He would do so every now and then, seemingly almost out of obligation like an owner would for a pet they cared little for. You knew then, you could ask him for a favor.
~
It was hard to tell how long it had been, how long you had been waiting, but finally, the day had come when you were granted a visit from the winged God; the flapping of his wings signalling you, and thus filling your body with hope, as you heard him approach. Scrambling you got to your feet, unable to hide your excitement as you stood, as you waited with bated breath for him to appear.
Hanta brought with him a tray of food, many delicacies that the Gods would indulge in, ambrosia and wine, you were unsure if this was a way for him to apologize for leaving you for so long without a meal, but the proud smile he garnered on his face when he approached you was clear he felt like he was providing you with a gift.
And though you wished to scowl at him, wanting to allow him to know how unfair it was for him to leave you with little food and company, you knew you had to be your usual sweet self if it meant allowing you to get your way.
You welcomed him with open arms, clinging to him tightly as you knew he loved for you to do, as you babbled sweetly on how much you missed him, nuzzling your face into his chest as a sign of utmost affection.
You could feel him chuckle before the deep and mirthful sound could fill your ears, as he brought a hand to pet your hair “I miss you too, my beautiful flower.”
His gentle petting of your hair turned into gentle tugging, clearly wanting to have your part so he may rest and enjoy the meal he brought; guiding you gently to do the same and he passed you a goblet of wine; deep purple in colour a far cry from the strawberry wine he used to give you.
You sipped it gently as you listened to him regale tales of what had befallen him while he was away, some excuse as to why he could not visit you before now, as he indulged in your quiet devotion. Though after a while, noticing your lack of enthusiasm or want to partake in the glorious meal, he grew a little concerned as he leaned over towards you to pet at your cheek.
“What is wrong, my sweet love?” Hanta asked of you, moving to push a few strands of hair away from your face “You do not seem yourself.”
You found yourself bashful over his sweet gesture, almost surprised that he still held some tenderness for you. With a timid smile, and huff of a laugh you shook your head “No, no, nothing is wrong.”
“I can tell when you are lying, love” Hanta smiled back, ducking his head to look properly at your face; finding your reaction to him filling his sense of pride. “So please, indulge me”
You took the line he was casting, knowing now would be the only time you could possibly have to pluck the courage to ask him; shyly looking back at him as you tried to find the words, forever grateful for his patience as he looks upon you with tender eyes as he waits for you to speak.
“I was just wondering…” You finally began, “Seeing as I have a few myself these past few nights, if… if you gods ever dream?”
Sero scoffed at you, finding your question as silly and innocent as you were, tone almost condescending as he leaned down closer, a hand continuously stroking your cheek. “Oh my dear, of course we don’t. A God has no need for such childish things as dreams, those are silly things we made for mortals to keep them happy.”
You cannot help yourself from turning your eyes downcast at his almost brutal condescension. Taking a moment to compose yourself before you batted your lashes up at him; your wide and sad eyes a weakness you knew to be his when it came to you, as you asked him again, “Hanta, surely there are times when they are needed, even for a God. If what you say is true, if gods have no need for dreams that mortals do, then there is still a need. Therefore there is a God who provides these, and thus can help another God if needed.”
Hanta began to draw away from you, clearly figuring out where you were trying to lead the conversation. His eyes could not help but turn darker as jealousy began to cloud his vision of your wanting to seek out another god, as his grip upon your head grew tighter. “You want this God, is that it? The God that provides you these sweet dreams, you want him in your bed?”
You tried to shake your head as best you could, wincing at the slight pain he was now causing you, whimpering out weakly, “No, not at all! I only wish for you to warm my bed!”
“Then why are you asking me about him?” Hanta could not stop his voice from turning dark, not at all enjoying the fact that you would want to seek another god for any reason; were you truly ungrateful over all that he had done for you that you would find it inadequate?
Though you were not wanting to engage in his wrath, you could not help but become a little elated over the fact that there was a God of Sleep; and Hanta knew of him. But if you ever wished to find him, to be allowed to move freely to do so, you would have to calm, and flatter, the God before you.
“Because I need aid with my dreams,” you whimpered out, eyes turning glassy as they begin to fill with tears - another weakness you knew Hanta to have and for you to exploit. And you almost wanted to smile, to drop the act, at how quickly it worked.
You could see his eyes soften, his grip loosening, as he scanned your face; his other hand coming up to cup your other cheek as he began to fawn over you in concern. “Why? Have you been plagued with nightmarish vision? Have they hurt you?”
You shook your head, though it clearly was not enough to reassure him as his hands continued to stroke your cheeks in a calming manner. You knew you had him in the palm of your hand, as you allowed a few tears to fall from your eyes.
“Then why do you need to seek the Sleep God, my love?” He asked, voice still gentle as he looked down upon you, wanting nothing more than to cease those tears from falling.
“So I can remember my sister!” You blubbered out, and though the tears were falsified before they became honest and true as you reminded yourself of your sister; how the thoughts of forgetting began to cause those tears to fall more freely and stain your delicate face.
“Please, I left her behind for my love for you was stronger. I cannot help but miss her, and if I cannot go to the mortal realm to see her, then I wish to dream of her.” You choked out, as you grabbed hold of his hand, kissing his palm to try and sweeten him and his ego further. “Please Hanta, if you love me as you claim to do, you will allow me this small gift.”
Who was he to refuse you? His good, and obedient nymph. He couldn’t, not when you looked at him so sorrowfully. With a nod of his head, he pulled you into his arms, shushing you as he kisses the crown of your head.
“Do not cry, my love. I’ll take you to him.”
~
Though the heavenly realm proved to be a gift above all else, it was not shared equally amongst those that built it. Those whose gifts were heavily tied to the mortals, that dealt with the macabre that their lives would bring, were looked down upon by those whose talents were more serene. It was easier, and more harmonious, to live amongst those that gave love and song than those who had to deal with death and sorrow.
So they were banished to a realm seldom visited unless a favour was needed; a realm filled with darkness that lacked the treasures from above; the Underworld.
Hanta kept you close as you made your way down into the depths of the depressive world, carrying you within his arms and tucking your head into his chest to spare you from the horrors that await a long journey such as this. Needing to protect you, his precious flower, from a dangerous place such as this realm proved to be; a venture no nymph should find herself in, but he was willing to do this for you to cease the sorrow that had befallen you. At times, you yourself couldn’t help but whimper as you clung even tighter to his tunic as the wails of lost souls made your heart stutter with fear.
Soon his wings fluttered to a stop, gingerly setting your feet upon the damp ground, before a cavern-like area. The dark obsidian that lay jagged, almost broken, surrounded the open entrance of the cave and made you question if you should enter, for it seemed far from hospitable. Nonetheless, Hanta pushed you forward, forcing you to take the first step towards what you desired; knowing that he would not be wanted within the rooms of these lands
“Go on, my love” Hanta smiled gently, easing your fear and reassuring you of any falsities your mind could conjure up. “He will not harm you, and I will stay right here should you need me.”
With a tentative nod, you resigned yourself to your fate as you turned towards the lair before you. With a deep breath, your trembling feet began their stride toward the God who may be able to help you.
The corridor itself was long, lined with those jagged dark rocks and jewels, as you kept yourself small and away from it all as you continued down the winding passage; unsure if it would even allow you to find your way out of its seemingly endless path. A dim light, one of calming blue, rid you of any sense of hopelessness as you approached a room. The room was darker than what you were used to, but that calming blue hue filled the entirety of the space and allowed you to take in the surroundings.
It was more beautiful than you were expecting. An inverse of the pastel and gold that covered the heavenly realm, as dark marble and a silvery mist surrounded you; intricate furnishings with many a carving of stories long past deep within them. Despite the warnings, despite the claims otherwise, this place was not of ruin and decay, but rather of equal splendor that you have become accustomed to from the heavenly realm above.
In the center of all the strange but wonderful opulence sat a giant glass orb propped so beautifully atop of a pillar, woven so intricately like vines, of tourmaline. You couldn’t help but approach it, the alluring purple aura seemed to call out to you, reaching your delicate hand before you, nothing else crossed your mind that your desire to touch the orb's smooth surface.
“You’re a bold little one, aren’t you?” Hitoshi spoke, chuckling deeply as he took in your startled form.
You jolted your body towards where you heard the God speak, and looked upon his figure that sat on a simple, but elegant, throne of silver; mere feet past the orb. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, flushing them in embarrassment for being so engrossed by a crystalline ball that you failed to notice him. Sheepishly you lowered yourself to your knees - tucking your head close to your chest - as you bowed deeply to him to showcase your respect.
“I apologize for my rude intrusion,” you whimpered, knowing how fickle and quick to anger most Gods were, and hoping your little oversight of his presence would not cause his wrath.
“Rise,” He tells you, clear from his infliction that he finds boredom in your display of decorum, sitting more upright within his throne to regard your form with interested eyes. “And state your business here. For it is not every day a mortal like yourself so brazenly enters my domain.”
You nervously shift your weight from foot to foot, keeping your gaze downcast as you do as you are told; unable to not find his intense gaze unnerving. “I-I was hoping to seek your skills, to help me with a sorrowful plight I find myself enduring for I-!.”
His low chuckle made your shoulders tense even further, as the flush that painted your face grew darker. He raised a hand to cease your babbling from continuing; perhaps he found you childish if the condescending shake of his head as he leaned closer to you, was anything to go by.
“I already know what you are here for, little one. Merely wanted to see you squirm in nervousness for a moment longer.” He began to explain. “I already know who you are and your plight; the sad reality of the God of Sleep is that I know every mortal’s dream, and must endure the burdens that come with it.”
You can tell his words rung true, for as you finally gazed up at his handsome face you could see the dark circles that stained the skin under his eyes, his own sunken deep within his skull, you could tell he suffered the same nightmarish visions, the unease and sorrow, and the sleeplessness you, and the many mortals like you, may find.
“You wish to see your sister, for you are forgetting her,” Hitoshi continued, hand rubbing his forehead as he sighed, watching the elation come forth upon your face as you frantically nodded your head, knowing that now he must aid you in some fashion or else you would not leave him to be alone once more.
He stood from his throne, his height more imposing than you thought it to be, to stalk his way over to you and the crystalline ball you stand beside; shrinking away from him, you allowed him to pass you with little fuss. With a wave of his hand, the orb filled with a cloud of dark purple smoke. He beckoned you closer to him once it did, and you watched as the smoke slowly cleared away the closer you found yourself to the God and his crystalline glass; soon revealing your sister’s slumbering face.
“She dreams of you often,” He stated, standing aside to allow you the chance to look upon the image without distraction.
“She does?” You could not help but become overwhelmed with both joy and sorrow as you gazed upon her; elated to know she was still alive and dreamt of you. You just merely wished you could do the same. Tears formed in your eyes as you reached out a cautious hand to gently touch upon the smooth glass, to caress the image of her cheek. “It warms my heart to know that, thank you.”
Hitoshi allowed you a moment to stare, gaze looking upon you in question; pondering what he should do. Knowing of your current plight, one of abandonment and loneliness, he could not help but relate. He found a semblance of sympathy and empathy for the creature before him; for he too found seldom joy within the realm of the Underworld, being placed here and forgotten by the Gods that claimed to be his brothers. He could not help but wish to end your suffering, as well as his. He tried his hardest to garner a plan out of this small act of kindness he would give forth to you in your time of need.
“You certainly act brave,” he called out to you, tone more gentle than before, “but I know you wish to dream of her yourself though pride is stopping you from asking me such a favour. For the Gods that surround you only grant one if you provide something in return.”
He pauses, allowing you a moment to take in his words; speaking once more as he could tell your attention was back on him rather than your sister, watching as your brows furrowed in question, knowing he must speak carefully in order for his plan to work
“I can assure you that I wish nothing in return,” he stated plainly, as he moved to sit on his throne once more. “The end of your sorrowful anguish, to cease the added pain and suffering it causes me, will be payment enough. I only ask for you to visit me here, should you wish to take upon my offer, for it shall be easier for me to provide you with the dreams you want from my throne.”
His response took you by surprise, as you gazed upon him in shock, overwhelmed by his apparent kindness that you could not do anything for a moment but stand there frozen in place - much like the few marble statues that decorated his home.
“Does that suit you?” Hitoshi asked, a brow raised in question as he watched you with amusement.
You nodded your head in a rapid fashion as you scurried your way back to him; unable to stop yourself from taking hold of his hands and squeezing them as you knelt in a bow before him once again; “God of Sleep, truly I wish there were more words I could say and express to you my gratitude and thanks to your kindness, but alas I cannot, but please know from the bottom of my heart that I am so overjoyed to hear you speak those words….” You continued profusely babbling to him your thanks and you kept his hand tightly within yours.
“Hitoshi, you may call me Hitoshi.” He simply smiled, finding your devotion towards him at that moment welcomed for it rarely happened, relishing in it for a moment longer before removing your hands from his. “I await our next visit, but for now it is time for you to depart.”
You nodded your head in understanding before you bowed your head to him once more in respect, then gingerly walked down the few steps from his throne and towards the long, jagged corridor of obsidian without another word or complaint.
“I will send my trusted friend Tamaki to fetch you,” Hitoshi called out to you, a smirk playing on his lips. “So there will be no need to bother and bring Hanta back with you.”
~
Hitoshi was true to his word, another surprising moment for you within a land of selfish and deceiving Gods, for when you woke the next morning - alone once more in your vast bed of silk - you caught sight of a man standing within a dark wooden gondola, seemingly waiting for you. Clearly, there was no one else he could possibly be there for, as this small portion of the heavens was made for you, a portion that seldom had visitors.
Slowly you rose, eyes straining to properly see him, though you knew he was here for you the man situated himself so far away from your slumbering form that you couldn’t help but have a twinge of doubt.
‘Was he perhaps timid?’
A strange notion, and trait, for a God to possess but the closer you approached him, in your barely covered form, the more you began to realize it was true. Another handsome face, as all Gods possess, though his pale skin and dark hair were a striking contrast to the bright flush that stained his face and pointed ears; clearly he was bashful over looking at you in such a state - his eyes never looked upon for more than a brief second before darting away.
“A-are you, Tamaki...?” You asked him, timidness within your own voice as you softly called out to him, trepidation filling your being as you continued to approach him; after all, you had been fooled before by false displays.
“Y-yes I am!” You could see his eyes snap up to you as he stood taller as if bringing forth his name meant bringing forth his station and thus made him want to stand with pride. “I am the Ferryman of the Underworld, I was sent here to get you.”
You watched as he paused, giving you one more look-over before averting his eyes again, letting out a small cough of discomfort over your barely covered body; a reaction you were not used to getting, though perhaps he too was guarded for the fear of unleashing the wrath of a fellow brother was not something he wished upon himself.
“...Though perhaps I should allow you to dress before bringing you before Hitoshi,” he finished, clutching tighter the giant wooden oar he carried and was using for support
Your face flushed in a similar red to the God before you as you nodded your head, perhaps it would have been wiser to dress before approaching the strange presence that entered your little domain, but curiosity always did get the better of you. You nodded your head politely before scurrying off to find suitable garb to wear.
You admired Tamaki’s patience, and his courteous nature for it took you far longer to find a dress that would keep you warm as you stayed in the cooler domain of the Underworld; after all, when Sero brought you here, dressing you in fine clothing was the least of his worries. Every time you looked over at the Ferryman, his eyes were never focused on you, but rather daydreaming as he gazed upon the soft pastel colours of clouds above.
You approached him again once ready, and the kind smile he cast as he gently helped guide you into his gondola put your racing heart at ease; you could not say with certainty that you could trust him, but as he allowed you to sit and get comfortable before slowly descending his vessel down towards the domain he called home you couldn’t help but think that maybe you could.
He was a wonderful guide as well as you made your way back into the treacherous waters and dark world that was the netherworld. His tone, and demeanor, always reassured your every need; from when your shoulders would tense as the gondola grew a little too close to the sides of a cavern, or how your hands would grasp the side of the vessel tightly as the descent moved a little too quickly, or when the screams of the wailing souls became almost unbearable causing you to cover your eyes - he would gently reassure your fears every time.
“Do not fret, fair nymph,” Tamaki’s soft voice rang out above the screeching souls that lay below you, effectively stealing your attention away from their pity. “They will pass in due time, they merely wish to make those suffer alongside them; once they see you will not befallen to their tricks, they will leave you be.”
“They will..?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, unable to properly hear yourself as you continued to try and close your hearing off to the cries of the lost souls, scooting yourself towards the middle of the gondola to avoid their reaching hands.
Yet he still heard you, as if the deafening keenings meant nothing to him, as he nodded his head; using his long oar to steer his vessel down a long stretch of water, away from that of the river Styx. “And do not fear them, as long you are in my care they will not harm you nor snatch you from my boat.”
Slowly the gondola came to a stop, the motion as smooth as the silvery water below, in front of a familiar obsidian cave - the entrance still as daunting and inhospitable as you remembered it being the day before, even if now you knew you were wanted within those walls. He helped guide you, with a courteous hand, up from your seat and out of the dark wooden craft he had grown accustomed to; only pulling his hand from your grasp, and thus support, once your feet were firmly planted on the ground before you.
“Thank you, Tamaki,” You said, eyes gleaming with genuine sincerity as you gazed upon him, your hand taking his once more to give it a small squeeze of gratitude. You almost giggled when you noticed his cheeks began to flush once more, as his bashfulness took hold and caused him to turn away from you yet again and focus his attention elsewhere.
“I shall be here to guide you back once you are done,” he muttered, his voice never before sounding so small since you met him, as he tugged his hand from your grasp. “Now go. Hitoshi can become impatient if you make him wait too long.”
With a nod of your head, you turned to face the mouth of the cave, dread setting in once more as you swallowed thickly the anxiety that began to bubble up within you; praying that you had not caused the God of Sleep ire for taking so long to get to him as you made your first steps back to his throne.
The blue light guided you as before, calming the gnawing apprehension that made a purchase into your heart for you felt as if you were a lamb being led to slaughter despite the generosity and kindness you were shown merely moments before. Tamaki had said that he would not have harm be brought before you, therefore he would not lead you to harm. You were not a lamb being led to slaughter, as you so felt at that moment, by merely approaching and being within Hitoshi’s lair.
Just as you did before, with timid and apprehensive steps, you stepped through the threshold of silver smoke and jagged obsidian into the room he resided and called home; eyes downcast, feeling smaller than ever before, you took gingered steps to where he sat upon his pearly throne, kneeling before him as a mortal should before a God. His imposing figure, one that loomed over you, caused you to lower your bow further until your head laid upon the cool marble your feet once stood upon.
“Not as bold today, are we?” Hitoshi chuckled, releasing you with an unhurried motion of his hand, his eyes staying with your figure as you moved to stand before him.
He watched as you simply shook your head in response, gaze still downcast as if too nervous to meet his eye; a frown formed upon his lips in disappointment over your timid display, wishing for you to be more excited, more jubilant like you were in your last meeting. Though perhaps it was because of your actions yesterday that you felt the need to be more apprehensive of your every move, not wanting to accidentally offend or upset him.
Hitoshi hummed, finding your continued lack of response telling of his assumptions. He stood from his throne and gracefully sauntered down the few imposing steps before it, regarding you and your smaller form for a brief moment before he ushered you to follow him, to which you did so dutifully; to come before the crystalline ball and its swirling clouds of violet haze.
Once more, when the smoke began to tire of its own billowing dance and wished to retire away, images of your sister arose causing you to sigh out in quiet joy and behold her sweet and slumbering form.
“You may stay for as long as you wish,” Hitoshi whispered out, finding that if he were to speak louder he may spook you from the charming trance he had put you under, as he placed his hand upon the small of your back to guide you closer to where you truly wished to be.
He almost chuckled at how you merely nodded in response to his generosity, too engrossed with your sister to think of anything else; even the gracious God providing you such a spectacle. Perhaps if he was in a worse mood, he may have been offended, perhaps even telling you to leave. And yet, he found it rather amusing, endearing even. He could tell why you were plucked from the mortal realm and kept amongst the gods as a pretty rose to gaze upon for eternity - you were certainly an interesting creature, at least as far as he could tell.
“Enjoy it for as long as you may like,” he spoke again, settling down once more onto his throne, chin within his palm as he gazed at you wondering if your response would change. He chuckled to himself when he saw the small rise and nod of your head; clearly too enraptured still to even think of a single word.
Time was frozen still for you, at least that was how you saw it, when you gandered down upon your sister; eyes filled with warmth as your fingers delicately outlined her face with thoughts that raced through your mind. You wondered what she dreamt of, what the days ahead of her looked like, and if she remembered you. A faint smile painted your lips as you thought of all the possibilities that could befall upon her.
Though time at that moment was still for you, it still marched onward.
For Hitoshi, he watched you for hours. His chin never left his palm, as his eyes just softly gazed at your form; curiosity further seeped into his being the longer you stayed. He was almost disappointed when he had to have this little visit come to an end, something he could not help but find odd as no words were spoken between the pair of you. Yet he could feel he missed your presence already.
“The sun is about to rise, little one,” he called out as he sat more upright upon his throne, “which means your sister will wake, and thus we will no longer be able to see her in my crystalline orb.”
“Has it really been that long?” You softly answered, voice barely above a whisper as your hand dropped from the item in question back to hang limply at your side.
“Afraid it has.”
“Then I thank you kindly for allowing me such a prolonged gift as this,” You said, casting forth to him a smile of gratitude; though despite your efforts not, you could tell sadness seeped through. You bowed once more, kneeling upon the ground you had spent hours standing upon. “It was more than I could have hoped for.”
“You are welcome to come back here if you so choose,” He watched as you stood once more, an amused smile gracing his handsome face. “For you have been nothing but a quiet and respectful guest.”
“I-I can…?” You questioned, hands coming forth to clasp together nervously; wondering if his amusement was genuine due to your company or if he had a trick he wished to play and had accidentally shown his hand.
“I have not had a more peaceful rest since the millennia started.” He began, gracefully taking a pause so he may walk over to you. “If having you here to admire your sister means I can have more moments of levity like this, then I would be a fool to cast it aside.”
Hitoshi took your hand in his, bringing it forth to place a tender kiss upon the back of it before turning it over to place a small golden bell within your palm, before letting it go.
“Should you ever wish to return, ring this bell twice. It shall signal to Tamaki that you will be in need of his services, and thus will return you here.”
It was the jubilation on your face, he could only assume, that was what made him wish to provide you this sanctuary in the first place. Your smile beamed forth a ray of light as you gazed up at him, clasping tightly the small gift he had provided to you close to your heart.
“Thank you!” You gushed, feet almost stumbling over themselves as you didn’t know if you wanted to go forth to him and take his hand to showcase your gratitude, or if you wanted to leave to ensure further rest for this God before you (as well as showcase your prize to Tamaki, the man the bell was tied to).
In the end, you chose to scamper away, your gratitude and declarations of thanks echoing within the long and winding hallway. Hitoshi merely shook his head, breathing a sigh of mirth as he returned to his throne; his mind raced with thoughts of you. He wondered if he would get to see more moments of your bubbling personality showcased to him, more so than the small snippet he was blessed with at that moment.
Ultimately all of his thoughts led to one conclusion, that he hoped you would ring the bell very soon.
~
Despite your desire otherwise, it took you a little more than a fortnight to call upon Tamaki once more; not at all for the reason that you were no longer interested in visiting the Underworld once again and indulging in the gifts brought before you, but rather you would feel horrible if you were to summon a God such as he to take you to and fro on whatever whim you had. Knowing he had far more important tasks to uphold, not simply to take care of you.
Yet, Tamaki greeted you with that same kind smile, one that grew wider when you apologized for being such an inconvenience as you clambered into his boat.
“Nonsense.” He chuckled, using his oar to steer his vessel. “Your company is a highlight to my day, a far better kind than the souls that screech for my attention. So you need not worry about calling me forth.”
“Is that so?” You hummed, leaning forward towards him with a smile, placing your chin in your palm.
“Yes.” His face flushed that familiar shade of red, yet his eyes remained on you - clearly less shy than before as he grew more accustomed to your presence. “So, call upon me whenever you wish, for I know Hitoshi would prefer if you did as well.”
His eyes then looked away from you to instead focus on successfully steering you to where you were to be; back to Hitoshi. You took the time to survey the surroundings, as it was clear the ride was to remain in silence until the end, taking into account all the small jewels and gems that littered the dark walls of the nether realm. A small glimmer of beauty and hope in an otherwise bleak and dreadful world as you continued your descent.
Though this time, after the boat had slowed to a stop, a visitor was there waiting for you.
Hitoshi stood tall, making the daunting entrance of his lair seem small and almost meek. He approached the gondola with purposeful steps. His eyes glimmered with mirth as he nodded his head towards his old friend Tamaki before he bowed before you.
“As always, you have arrived safe and sound.” Hitoshi’s deep voice mumbled out, as he stood to his full height once more. “I am grateful to be able to have Tamki provide such a service.”
“As am I.” You managed to get out, voice meek, as you looked over at the ferryman in question. “He certainly puts me at ease and makes this descent more palatable.”
“Yes, well, I cannot argue with such a statement,” Hitoshi mumbled again before presenting his hand for you to take. “But a ride is not why you are here, now is it? Come along, little one, we cannot keep Tamaki from his duties any longer.”
You nodded your head, giving one last grateful smile towards the God who brought you here, before gingerly placing your hand upon his; finding Hitoshi’s gentle strength almost dizzying as he lifted you from the gondola with ease.
With practiced ease, surely muscle memory for him at this point, he guided you through the caverns towards his home; not at all bothered by the sharp stones that jutted from the walls or the rocky terrain as you were. You leaned into him often, finding his presence and body a needed support, as you tried to keep up with his quick pace.
You wished that the path toward his throne room would be more kind, less abrasive, and less aggressive toward those that wished to seek his help. But much like those gemstones hidden amongst the cavern walls of the Underworld, once you got through all the dread and unpleasantness, you were greeted with something wonderful. And the vast room he called his own always seemed to comfort you in some way whenever you entered it.
This time, when you passed through the haze of silver smoke that always permeated the air around his threshold, like a door to keep his privacy intact, you already found your sister’s slumber face illuminating the giant crystalline ball you had grown so fond of.
Hitoshi allowed you to break free from his hold of you to dart towards your sister, following after you at a much more leisurely pace. He could not blame you for your eagerness to see her, after all her slumbering form was a beauty to behold in and of itself, however he did wish he could hold you and your attention just a moment longer before it was diverted elsewhere.
Nevertheless, he had a plan today. One that he knew you would adore above all else, even more so than any gift the Love God had ever given you previously, or since you entered the realm of the Gods. Unhurried, he followed behind you, taking in the image of your admiring eyes for a moment longer before deciding to break the peaceful silence that had befallen.
“Do you wish to visit her?” He asked, placing his hand to the back of your neck to stroke the hair that laid there.
“More than anything…” You whispered, smiling fondly at the image before you, an action you had grown accustomed to doing. “However, such a wonder cannot happen, nor be granted to me while I am here.”
Hitoshi chuckled, an almost sinister grin forming upon his lips as he gazed down at you, lowering his head to whisper in your ear, “What if I told you that you could?”
He delighted in the way your body shivered at his action, the way your eyes finally were diverted from your sister and thus focused upon him; that he finally was the one to capture your whole attention.
“Can you?” You breathed out, having lost all the air within your lungs and body over his words; unable to breathe at not only the possibility of perhaps being able to hold your sister in your arms again, but the price it might cost for such a miracle.
“Dreams are an amusing thing, little one.” Hitoshi smiled, taking hold of your shoulders so you could face him fully. “A reality that is not fully our own, a realm in and of itself that is not beholden to the same rules as ours.”
He paused, and watched as your little brain tried to understand fully what he was saying. Finding it adorable when your brows furrowed together in concentration as you tried to put the pieces he was alluding to together. He brought his hand up to pat your head, stroking his palm down your hair soothingly as he continued.
“I can control that realm, a gift given to me by my mother.” He muttered those words, his smile growing wider as he saw your eyes light up in hope. “If you allow me your trust, to give forth your sleep to me, I shall be able to connect your dreams together and thus allow you a brief moment to be together again.”
It was almost comical to him how trusting you were, how you would so easily give up something so precious as the ability to command your own sleep to him. How you practically threw yourself into his arms, in both desperation and shock that such a gift could exist, as you quietly begged him for that chance.
“Please Hitoshi!” You said, hands clinging tightly to his tunic as you felt your eyes well with tears as your feelings overwhelmed you. “I beseech you, please, take me to her. I would ask nothing more of you, of your skills, gifts, or time, if you allowed me this. My anguish would cease being your burden if you allowed me to speak with her just this once.”
You turned your face away from him as you felt the warmth of your tears begin to stain your cheeks. Wanting to lessen your humiliation, you focused back on the image of your sister, and you asked him once more to take you to her, even if only for a brief moment.
Your naivety, your utter trust in him after all you had known and learned from the Gods, made Hitoshi’s smile grow even darker as mischievousness tainted it. You were so willing to eat from his palm, that you had no time to properly think if his intentions were pure. So blindsided by the love of your sister and desire to see her, you would do anything - even if it meant being at his mercy.
He almost felt pity for you, such a sweet creature like yourself being taken advantage of by a more powerful being.
Almost.
“Hush, little one,” he cooed, almost in condescension, as he pulled you against him once more to dry the tears that fell so freely from your eyes. “I would have not have offered such a gift if I had no intention of giving it to you.”
He continued to brush your tears away as he listened to you hiccup and sob, trying your best to form a response to him and his kindness but failing; shushing you once more as he pulled your head to rest against his chest, allowing you a moment of reprieve to calm yourself down.
“Now, now.” He began after silence had enveloped the pair of you for a breath. “Whenever you are ready, please lay yourself down in any place you deem comfortable within my home.”
He allowed you to pull away once more, watching as you sniffled and nodded your head, your hand wiping away the last of your tears as you looked about the abode. Deciding that his throne would be the most comfortable spot to choose if you were to lay down. However, you could not bring yourself to gain the courage to sit upon his throne. Instead, you chose to lean your body upright to sit comfortably against it, your head settled upon the arm of his chair to further ensure that you would slump over once sleep overtook you.
Hitoshi wanted patiently as you made your decision, finding your bold action to use his throne in some fashion entertaining, a refreshing outcome from your usual polite and timid nature. He approached you once it was made clear you were comfortable, kneeling down to your eye level as he brushed your hair away from your face.
“Close your eyes for me… there we are, that’s good,” he whispered out, eyes turning a pale silver, like the mist that surrounded his room, before he brought his hand up to your face. “Now, I must warn that you may feel nauseous once being thrust from one realm to the next, do your best to focus on where you are headed, for it will help, alright?”
You nodded your head in acknowledgment over his words, shifting one last time in a more comfortable position. “Alright.”
“Good, and do not fret, I will watch over you”
With that, his hand made contact with your brow as his power surged through your being. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, as you felt your consciousness being violently thrust from this plane, this realm of existence. You fought back the turning of your stomach, the urge to fetch up the bile that sat in your stomach, as you gripped tightly to your robes; to ground yourself into the reality you wished to be in most, a dream with your sister. Abruptly, your world and soul stopped moving, lurching you forward to fall into a soft and grassy field; a meadow that reminded you of when you used to run through and create flower crowns with your sister, a long time ago.
You turned, and turned, and turned, trying to find your bearings as well as anything of importance or familiarity within the giant landscape of flora you had been transported to. Your eyes tried their best to adjust to the bright light that had been thrust upon you from a sun that was nowhere in sight; but after all the disorientation that you had suffered, your mind eventually cleared. Gone was the haze that clouded it, and now you could finally spot, far in the distance, a sight that made your heart warm. Your old home.
You picked up your skirts with a watery smile, doing your best to hold back the tears of happiness that were about to fall, as you began to run towards it. Elated was how you felt for at last you made it back to the one place you felt joy within your long life. Back to the place where you felt love and adoration; back to her.
When the rundown cabin, filled with trinkets and coin from travelers long past, became far more than a small speck on the horizon, your voice came to you. Shouting your sister’s name, screaming out your presence here, as you continued to sprint as quickly as you could to her.
You caught sight of her after a few calls of her name, her head poking out from the bedroom window you used to share. Your pace quickened, far past your own abilities but you found little use to care of the pain when the person you loved most was in view, as you called out even louder; an arm waving to allow her to notice you promptly. You became jubilant as the realization of who you were came across her face. You almost tripped over your own feet as laughter began to pour out of you, as you took in the actions of her throwing open the cabin door with abandon, her not bothering to care of any damage she caused, before she ran to meet you.
The embrace you shared with one another was so forceful and tight that it caused you both to fall to the ground, pain and soreness subsided by the sounds of each other's laughter over finally being together once more; to hold one another and feel whole again. Sobs soon mixed in with the laughter, tears of joy understandably shed, as you both clung onto each other tightly. You were the first to pull away, certain that she would not disappear once doing so, wanting to see her face fully for the first time after all these years.
“There you are,” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against her with a relieved sigh “Oh, how I missed you terribly! My thoughts while we were apart were only of you.”
“As were mine!” She huffed out a laugh, bringing forth her hand to dry the flowing tears from her eyes. “I have been dreaming the same dream for years, hoping that one day you would return back to me.”
“I’m sorry it took so long!” You sobbed, leaning into her to wrap your arms tightly around her, burying your face within her shoulder as you babbled out another apology; finding comfort as she gingerly played with your hair as she used to do whenever you were upset.
“There is no need to apologize, my dear sister.” She uttered, resting her head atop yours. “All that matters right now is that we are finally together. After so long, after so much time apart, we are together again.”
She felt more so than saw your head nod in agreement, taking yet another moment to bask in the warmth that was your glow (as you did the same) before she patted at your back, an action that caused you to pull away slightly. With a warm smile, she caressed your cheek, humming in delight when she felt the heated skin upon her fingertips as her eyes searched yours.
“Come with me,” she finally spoke, standing with an outstretched hand for you to take. “Let me bring you home.”
With an ecstatic nod of your head, you agreed. Tears formed in your eyes at the mere thought of entering the home you once shared with her again as you took hold of her hand, allowing her to pull you to your feet. Together you walked alongside each other, pulling on each other’s arms, as nostalgia washed through you both - like a warm blanket on a winter’s eve - as you remembered a time when this was the existence you lead.
Meanwhile, as you slept, Hitoshi dutifully watched over you; finding your slumbering face rather beautiful as you allowed him to keep guard. He wondered if you were also so trusting, so naive about the world and the nature of Gods. Surely you must be if a few simple words of affirmation by another would allow you to be swallowed up by him; to follow willingly into a world not your own. Even more so, trust a God like him, after staying in this unforgiving place for so long.
Regardless, he stroked your cheek with a fond smile, knowing that this would not be the last time he would see you, to relish in your serene beauty, and enjoy your company; already his mind had raced with the many ways he wished to spend it.
~
The Gods within the Underworld barely get any company, as the Gods in the realm above them would rather steer clear of their domain; a sense of haughtiness as they turn their noses up at the prospect of spending their precious time with Gods they deem lower than them.
Therefore it cannot be helped that Hitoshi grew rather fond of you so quickly; a meek and sweet little nymph like yourself was more than a welcomed guest in his domain. Truly he would do anything in his power to have you keep visiting him and wanting his company. And, being the naive little thing you were, you so easily gave him the control he needed to ensure you would come crawling back to him; the power to manipulate your dreams and sleep.
He wasn’t going to be cruel, after all, he wanted you to trust him and to do so of your own free will. At first, he only took an hour or two of sleep away, a simple ploy set in action for whenever you arrived back to him, he was able to easily coerce you to stay even longer; to catch up on the rest you had missed. Of course, you did not mind in the slightest, for that merely meant allowing you the chance to spend more time with your sister in the small way you could.
Once you woke, you always repaid him in kind, indulging him further with your awakened company; answering his questions, both of simplicity (like the times you recalled what your favoured the most) and those of a more personal nature (like the many stories of your previous life within the mortal realm). As well, you allowed him to showcase to you more of his domain and home, taking his arm with little fuss as he regaled the histories of the items that surrounded you, explaining to you how everything worked within the Underworld; from the souls, Tamaki would bring through, to the decisions Shigraki would make to keep things in order, to his own duty of keeping mortals well rested so they may continue their devotion to the many Gods they adored.
At the end, before he set you free to leave with Tamaki, he would always find the small pleasure of kissing the back of your hand; heart thrilling as you would cast before him your sweet smile before bidding adieu. He longed for you to gaze at him so lovingly, to hold and keep that precious smile with him forever.
Though, after a while, your stays with him became less frequent. Hitoshi used to be blessed by your company almost every other day. Before he knew of it, those frequent days together dwindled down to merely a couple of visits every few weeks. Now? Now Hitoshi would be lucky if he got to enjoy your presence once a month. And the worst of it was, whenever you finally did show your pretty face, there never was an explanation as to why you were gone from him for so long. With a wave of your hand, you would brush it aside, as if starving him of your companionship was nothing to be of worry, as you approached his throne.
Truly, when all was said and done, this was all your own doing.
Hitoshi simply could not have you vanish like the silver mist that enveloped his throne, he doubted he could survive if you did. So, he just had to make things a little bit worse for you; to slowly deprive you of more and more sleep. And the times he would gift you with slumber, they would be filled with dreams unpleasant and cruel.
He just had to have you crawl back to him, to stay with him. He simply had to.
~
It wasn’t as if you did not want to visit Hitoshi, you wished with every fiber of your being that you could; you really did. You enjoyed the time spent with him, both he and Tamaki were very kind and always sought to make you comfortable - never to leave you bored or feeling unwanted. Unfortunately, someone else decided for you that visiting was no longer to be.
Hanta had a renewed interest in you just as you were starting to get comfortable within the God of Sleep’s domain; monopolizing your time more and more, almost unbearably so, with his presence and touch. As if he was making up for lost time, doing his best to renew the interest he once captured so easily. Though he claimed otherwise, you knew that his actions were simply made from jealousy; he wanted you to be his pet, whom he called upon at any moment, to give your utter devotion to. Now your devotion seemed to be turned elsewhere, and his pride simply could not have it.
He couldn’t keep hold of you at all times; duties had to be done, and other men and women needed to be blessed by his presence and touch. Only then were you able to slip away from his hold to visit the Underworld. Though every time you entered, you felt more and more ashamed of who you were, about the marks that were left upon your skin, and the reasons you could not see Hitoshi more frequently. Embarrassment always filled your being when you felt the Sleep God’s eyes upon you, taking in your dishevelled and messy form, knowing you were a sore sight to see; and you could never find the strength to confide in him as to the reasons why.
You simply wished to forget all that transpired while away, even if for a moment.
That moment of levity would simply be that; a moment. For once you returned to the clouds above, Hanta would be waiting for you; wings twitching in agitation as the scowl upon his beautiful face would cause you to shrink in fear. Anger, agitation, would fill his being at your deliberate disobeying of his rule to stay where you were until he was to return; dragging you to the bed you shared. Though you tried to plead with him that it wasn’t nearly anything his mind could conjure up, that he need not be so harsh with you, it never sunk into him - merely falling onto deaf ears. Despite protesting thus, he would bend you at the waist, pinning you to the silk sheets so you could not move, or fight him, before he would fill you with his cock; ignoring your squeals of pain as he stretched you completely. To slap his hand upon your skin until your skin was red and raw as he teethed marked you with the last mementos of his lovemaking. Actions never ceased until your voice became hoarse from the pleasured screams, and your body became limp with his marks of strength; making it clear to any gods nearby that you were his.
After which, the vicious cycle would continue.
Moreover, to add insult to the injury you were currently plagued with, you could not find a sense of slumber; a moment of rest and the peace that paired with it. Oh, how you wished you did, you wished for a moment of sanctuary from the torture you were in, and yet it never came. Always just slipping past your fingertips, like mist in a dense fog. Hanta and his insatiability, much like when he first claimed you for his own, took from your body and sense of strength and repose needed to even sit up. It left you ragged and begging to melt into the clouds that surrounded you; chanting silently to the God realms away to grant you what you desired most. A reprieve from this world, no matter how small it was to be. But once you felt it ebb at the corners of your consciousness, Hanta would ultimately rouse you to continue his ravishings.
The fair few times you could allow yourself to sink into the inky abyss of slumber, your being finally being so worn down it had no choice but to relent to it, the dreams within it would be far more cruel than the fate currently abusing you. Dreams so conniving and hurtful, of fears locked so far away, that you not help but wake with tears in your eyes; whimpering and wailing sobs into the vastness of the heavens around you. With your cries growing more intense when you found your only comfort against all this pain and suffering was Hanta and his touch; one that would ultimately lead to salacious things.
You began to resent him. His voice, his touch, his presence even remotely near you. You wished he had never caught sight of you, never gave you all those gifts, and most important of all, never brought you here to the heavens. As the days passed you felt stuck in an endless cycle of hell, one seemingly by his own hand. You were once so exuberant, full of life and wonder, and now you could feel yourself wasting away into nothing. No longer able to skip and frolic into fields of flowers or clouds, your body was too weak; barely even able to lift your arm to grab hold of anything. Your eyes, ones that were bright and filled with wonder as they looked upon the many majesties of the world, could barely be forced to open; a stinging pain would follow as any glimmer of light would cause you pain. And your head. Your poor head that would read and listen to the stories of old, now suffered from severe throbbing pain as your mind pulsed against your skull - trying to free itself from the prison it found itself in.
You could not escape it, nor Hanta - especially after he had taken the golden bell gifted to you as his own. Your life seemed to be regaled to misery as you lived every waking moment in pain. You wished that death could find you and turn you into an everlasting rose, then be subjected to spend more time with him; the cause of all the suffering.
Hanta could sense it all too. The indignation that filled your very being and thus cast forth onto him. He became less patient with you, his temper flaring considerably as he found your irritability insufferable; finding your whining and aversion to his help a scornful cross he felt he had not deserved, not after all he had done for you. The rage within him would burn even brighter whenever you would implore him to allow you to see the God of Sleep, to ask for his aid in the matter that had been plaguing you instead of him. Bitterness filled him over being replaced by a God lesser than him; for being a fool to allow you the freedom to visit that domain and become dependent on someone other than him.
“Hanta, please!” You wept, palms coming to press against your eyes to relieve some of the unbearable pressure behind them. “I cannot keep going like this. Can’t you see that I am in pain? That I am suffering?”
You removed your hands from your eyes, your feeble attempt to try and soothe the pain found in your body futile, having them fall into your lap in defeat. You looked over at him, back turned to you, as he tried to ignore your wails once more in favour of sharpening the many golden arrows he possessed.
“I thought you loved me!” You called out again, trying in vain once more to garner his attention, the declaration working as you saw his shoulders tense.
“I do love you.” Hanta began, turning to give a look of scorn when you tried to argue otherwise “But it is clear that your reliance on another God caused you this misery. If you stayed here, and allowed me to take care of you, you would not have found yourself in such a state.”
“Take care of me?” You huffed out a laugh in scorn, hands balling into fists over his claims “You left me here. Abandoned me once I no longer suited your fancy, with no food, drink, or company. Alone is a place where I did not belong! How could you blame me for wanting to be cared for!”
“You could have asked for more!” Hanta stood, his wings twitched as he did his best to control the fury bubbling within him “Have I not given you everything? Have I not provided you splendor that no other creature, mortal or otherwise, could have dreamed? Have I not carved out of the heavens a home for you? You are acting like a petulant child, one that has been so spoiled that they cannot find it within themselves to have an ounce of gratefulness or gratitude.”
You could not help yourself, could not fight the urge otherwise. How could he claim all those things about you, to compare you to a mollycoddled child, when he was the one that would abandon anything once he got bored. To pin the pain you are under as something of your own fault, and not bother to care about trying to lessen the burden.
“I hate you.”
The words slithered out in a vengeful hiss, marking them as true and honest as you looked away from him in scorn; finding yourself so disgusted by him that you wished not to acknowledge his presence. You had never said those words before, never been pushed to think that way of anyone, even the nymphs that casted you out. Yet, you felt the need to let that be known and you sat and seethed.
You did regret those words after you spoke them, finding a moment of levity as your mind cleared from the anger and pain it had been placed under. Though it was too late. A final straw had been broken, after weeks of being placed under the pressure of a bend, within Hanta.
He marched towards you, to where you sat so pitifully, to take hold of your arm; not bothering to care over the cry of pain he inflicted as he dragged you to your feet to follow him to the edge of the heavenly clouds that you called home. Bringing forth the golden bell from his tunic to hold it menacingly over the border that kept the Gods in the heavens, and the mortals within the earth.
“Apologize at once.” He demanded, tugging you even closer to him to cease your struggling against his hold “Say that you are sorry or I will drop it.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I had not meant to say! Please Hanta, believe me! I could never hate you! Don’t do this!” You begged, falling to your knees as you clung to his waist
But despite obeying, despite always doing what he said like the sweet-natured nymph you were, it did not matter. In a moment of vexation, a moment to showcase his power over you, Hanta still did not relent (as he always did to your cries) as his fingers let slip the golden bell. Allowing it to sink away for all eternity.
You collapsed in a heap, fingers digging deeply into the cloud below you, as you wept and sobbed; despite the pounding in your head telling you to stop, you couldn’t. Your one saving grace, the one thing that brought a semblance of happiness to you in this realm was gone. And with that revelation came the doubt that you would ever see your sister again nor get a decent night’s rest until the end of time - or until your ultimate banishment from here, whenever that mercy may come.
You couldn’t help but kick and scream when you felt Hanta’s arm wrap around you as he picked you up from the ground. Using the last morsels of strength within you to try and fight him off and away, for his touch was the last thing you ever wanted upon your skin.
But what was the strength of a nymph when compared to a God?
He laid you in bed, and though he tried to join you, to hold you close and whisper those sweet nothings in your ear as he knew you used to love, you kept pushing him away. Instead choosing to curl up into a tight ball and weep until sleep ultimately took your anguished form. All Hanta could do was watch as guilt gnawed at him - latching onto his soul like roots of a tree that took purchase into the earth - as he reaped what he had sown.
~
The anguish you felt is what finally caught Hitoshi’s attention towards you and your ever-growing plight, for it had seeped through into your dreams when your body finally tired out from all it had been fighting. He could sense your pain, your sorrow, the distress that filled every ounce of your soul; it caused his breathing to labor as he could not help but panic over what had transpired. He rushed to look into his orb of dreams to search for you and to understand what had transpired for your soul to give up and to become on the verge of death; something impossible for a creature like you to do within the heavens.
You were always surprising him, weren’t you?
He wanted to find a semblance of admiration over you achieving such a feat, but all he could find was fear over the thought of losing you. Your blurry appropriation finally came forth to him within the haze of smoke so familiar to him, blurred lines turned clear as he turned more of his attention towards you; and subsequently, the memory you had gripped so tightly to. That of your precious gift, your golden bell, being taken away from you.
Histoshi wasted not another moment. Summoning forth Tamaki with urgency, as he began to move through his labyrinth hurriedly; meeting the other god at the riverbed to his home. Tamaki could tell from the distressed look within the other God's eyes, that something was amiss.
“Go gather the nymph.” Hitoshi instructed, voice hardened with ice as he tried to keep his composure “And bring her back here to me, as swiftly as you can”
“Has something happened?” The meeker God questioned, worry gathering within his heart as his eyes scanned Hitoshi’s features.
“Go and get her.” Hitoshi reiterated voice hissing at the accidental stalling his friend was causing. “And do so swiftly! Though, be wary of that Love God, for he is watching over her.”
Without another word, or hesitancy otherwise, Tamaki nodded his head before hastily setting his vessel in motion. There was something wrong, for his oldest friend would not have treated him so coldly, would not be so fearful of a wasted moment. Something had happened to you, and Tamaki feared it was something awful.
Bravery was never something that came naturally to the ferryman, he was far too meek and worried of causing ire from his fellow brothers and sisters; especially those few that lived among him. He felt it course through him as he ascended to the heavens to retrieve you, determination settling within his heart as he made up his mind to bring you to the Underworld for good.
Tamaki was quiet when he approached your little piece of heaven; heading the advice to be wary to ensure a safe recovery of you. Though when he appeared, he found you surprisingly alone. You lay curled up like a baby bird in its nest upon your bed, but he knew it wouldn’t be for long. For the Love God was clearly only absent to gather your items of comfort, and with his powerful wings to swiftly guide him through the air, Tamaki knew it was only a matter of moments before he would return; there was no time to dawdle.
Gently he scooped you into his arms, taking note to cradle your weak head gently against his chest, as he carried you to his gondola. Setting you upon the bench you so eagerly used to sit upon, he allowed you to rest as he took you back down to the Underworld; to your new home.
~
You awoke, mind filled with a disorienting haze as you tried to recall how you ended up blessed enough to find slumber. To garner a restful enough sleep and avoid the terrors your mind could come up whenever you were in that realm. However, that wonderment of how you could have become so blessed after so agonizingly long was drowned out by confusion as your brows furrowed as it tried to comprehend what this odd weight upon your body was.
It was familiar to you, like an old friend, one soothing and reassuring. Yet at the same time, it did not feel like something you knew. The hand that stroked your hair, and scratched gently upon your scalp in a manner so gentle, was not one that you knew. The arm that held you so tightly to a broad, lithe, chest did not feel at all similar to the one you cuddled up against night after night.
It wasn’t familiar to you, thus you could only assume that you were no longer in the arms of Hanta, but rather someone else. Now that you were in this hold, you were afraid you could never go back to what you were used to. How you preferred the more tender hold of the arms that embraced you, how they held you with your comfort in mind, not to keep you trapped; a hold that you could not help sink deeper within. Finding the soft tunic a welcomed reprieve to warm and bare skin as you clung to it.
Though despite your wanting to sink back into the inky abyss that was the realm of slumber, your mind did not allow it; far too concerned with whoever was holding you. Though it felt nice, something about it still did feel right. Your brows furrowed more so together as you began to push against the embrace, your tired eyes burning as they opened to gain clarity of your situation.
A frightful gasp left your lips as you looked upon a familiar pair of violet eyes, those accompanied by the almost charming dark circles of deprivation. Despite your best efforts to pull away from him, knowing just how irate Hanta would be if he were to catch you with him in such a manner, Hitoshi kept you in place; his arm tightly digging into your sides to keep you against him.
“Hush, and be still little one,” Histoshi shushed you, hand moving from your hair to stroke upon your cheek in a manner meant to calm you further. “Your body is still destitute of slumber, it cannot handle your struggles.”
You relented, body falling more limp within his hold, though you fought the urge to fall back into his chest; wanting answers to the racing questions that ran through your mind as they managed to take precedence over your want of sleep.
“How…. how did I get here?” You finally asked, voice cracking and sore from your wails just hours prior, as you kept your gaze downcast. “From what I can recall, I needed the bell you gifted me to summon Tamaki; one of the few that knew how to get to you”
“As you know,” he began with a sigh, tugging at the ends of your hair in an effort to get your pretty eyes to gaze back at him; disappointed that you wouldn’t relent and do so, “I can feel all the anguish that the mortals are beholden to as they sleep, you are no exception. I felt all your pain and suffering, and I could sense that you were unable to escape the grasp of the Love God. So, I figured the only course of action to end your distress that I could provide was to gather you myself so you may get the rest you sorely needed.”
He watched as you buried the palms of your hands into your eyes gently, trying in vain to allow your muddled mind to come to terms and piece together what he had just said. After a moment of silence, he pulled your hands back down to rest in your lap.
“Are you alright now?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, as he watched you nod your head. Dissatisfied over your lack of response he placed his forefinger under your chin to force your head up to face him. “Are you sure?”
“Y-yes.”
Your meek response was good enough to appease him as he let go of your face to instead pull you closer within his hold; his hand once more moving your head to place it against the crevice between his neck and shoulder. Hand once more absently played with your hair as he continued to soothe and strived to relax your body.
“Sleep, little one,” he mumbled into your brow, “Stay as you need so you may regain all that you lost. I promise to look over you.”
Instead of gratitude, instead of your body falling heed to his request, he felt your body shake as you silently sobbed. You wished you could allow yourself such a sweet reprieve, but you knew better now. Once you garnered enough strength to walk, you would have to be taken back to the heavens once all this was over. If not by the God before you, then by the God you have surely angered and left in a cold bed. You felt Hitoshi move your body to sit upright, his hands resting upon your heated cheeks as he attempted to dry them from your ever-falling tears.
“Why are you upset, my darling one?” He asked, searching your eyes for a response, only to find you closing them and looking away.
“If I do stay, if I do as you ask of me and regain my strength and rest, it will not matter.” You blubbered, shaking your head to rid yourself of his grasp on your face.
“And why do you say that?”
“After I do, I will have to return back to Hanta. And I do not want to suffer the false hope that will befall me if I stay, for once I go back I will suffer as I had before. Sleepless and filled with horrid visions!”
Hitoshi did his best to hide the smile that was yearning to break free. He found he was grateful this one time that your glossy eyes would not look at him. Here you were, like a child, in his lap as you wept over the fear of another bad dream that may fall upon you again. It was clear your state of mind had been broken, that your resolve had been shattered, and now you were at the mercy of him and his plan; thus now he could finally strike.
“Who has declared that you must go back?” He whispered as he kissed the crown of your head to soothe you further. “You could just stay here with me, you will never have to worry about sleep and nightmares again. And your sister, I’m sure she missed you.”
With the mention of your sister, you finally looked up at him, your sobbing quieted down as you hiccuped your response. “Y-you w-would let me stay...?”
“I would.” He nodded his affirmation alongside his words, ensuring you would believe him. “And you may visit your sister as often as your heart desires, to wander the Underworld and beholden to their treasures whenever you please. You would just have to keep me company whenever I request it.”
“And Hanta? W-what of him?”
“You would never have to worry about being taken away from him if you did not want. Wherever silver mist gathers, especially within the archways of this domain, he cannot enter nor breakthrough. He may charge his way here, but he will never be allowed to enter my throne.”
You took a moment to gaze upon the familiar archway you had walked through countless times, watching as the silver smoke twirled languishingly amongst itself as if it had a mind of its own. It brought back the memory of when you first came here, how Hanta pushed you to make the journey to the God of Sleep alone. It was not done to test your bravery, but rather for the reason Hitoshi claimed; he was not welcomed here and therefore could not follow you.
It all made sense why Hanata hated that you would visit Hitoshi, for he could not keep an eye on you. He could not control you and whatever you did while here.
Now you were presented with an offer. A tempting one that promised you everything you had been deprived of while you were up in the heavens; to be taken care of fully. To be able to enjoy the spoils found here, to sleep, and to see your sister. Your exhausted mind could not help but agree that his terms and conditions to be his companion within the Underworld was a far better offer than what you were granted within the Heavens.
“I’ll stay…” You murmured out, as you allowed your body to fall limp into his arms in acceptance. “...I’ll stay.”
“Good, now rest little one, you are safe now.”
Hitoshi was unable to cease holding back the triumphant smile that wished to come forth, relenting to it as it spread across his beautiful face in an almost sinister manner before he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He had won, and now he was hoping to reap the rewards he waited so patiently for; grinning more widely as he heard a whine slip passed your lips, the sound going straight to his cock as he shifted you within his lap.
“What is the matter now?” He muttered into your brow, pressing another kiss there as he watched you squirm.
“I can’t sleep...!” You murmured out, clearly exasperated over your mind telling you of desires that you wanted while your body continued to betray you.
“Never fear of things such as that my darling.” His kiss slowly descended down your face before they paused at your lips; brushing against them in a manner much like a butterfly’s kiss. “I can help you, you need only ask me to do so.”
“Please help me Hitoshi…” You breathed out as you clung to his tunic once more.
He knew you were ready to plead further to him, he could hear the hitch in your voice as you made an attempt to do so. But he could not wait any longer, not after all the work he placed into his efforts, nor after hearing you consent to him; even if he desired to hear you beg for him further. His lips pressed against you in a kiss he has waited far too long to enjoy.
But greed swiftly appeared and possessed him, taking his kisses from sweet and small - tiny pecks to showcase his love and adoration for you - to ones more consuming as he melded your lips into his; not caring about breathing more so the want to feel your lips against his. His hand came to hold your jaw in place, craning your neck upward so that he may deepen the kiss to his desire.
It was not harsh, nor hurried, as one would expect from being consumed by the throws of passion and lust; especially the kind that had been suppressed for so long. Hitoshi could not recall in most recent memory, or memory long passed, ever having a lover by his side. And now that he had you, now that he finally had you here, he wished to engulf you completely and enjoy what the Gods above have denied him.
His motions were languid as he continued to hold your lips against his, he relished in how pillowy they felt as he continued to suck and smack upon them; not bothering to care of your whimpers of discomfort over how lewd the sounds had become, or how the mixture of saliva would drip down your chin. He still refused to relent as he found himself possessed over you and this feeling of domination. He slipped forth his tongue into your pliant and sweet mouth; how he delighted in the way your strength left you and caused you to go limp within his hold.
With the knowledge that you would not fight against him further, rather allowing yourself to succumb to him and his desires instead, his hands began to roam your body; no longer afraid of angering you and your possible attempts to fight otherwise.
You couldn't say that you did not enjoy it.
The unhurried, leisurely manner in which Hitoshi was making love to you was a far cry from the throws of quickened and almost brutal passion that you had grown used to. Such a contrast made your head dizzy and lightheaded as you allowed the God before you to do as he pleased; yet uncertainty filled the distant corners of your mind, how the ebbed and flowed almost as a warning bell, as you wondered if your body was going pliant to his advances due to your own building want or if he somehow placed you in a dream-like trance.
Regardless, you still found yourself in bliss as your hands began to roam themselves; how they gripped and tugged at his tunic as you allowed your voice to be heard. The small noise of pleasure did nothing more than spur Hitoshi on as his lips began to drag from your own and down to your jaw. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you heard his groan of delight when your hands found purchase underneath his tunic. The contrast of your warm hands against his cool and bare chest was a wondrous thing, one that made the both of you flush deeper in heat.
Though, after a while, it was not enough. Your mind still pounded against your skull, a brutal reminder that you needed slumber, and despite Hitoshi’s claims that he could bring that forth to you, he had so far made ill on that promise.
“Hitoshi…” You whimpered out, voice strained as you found it difficult to even speak in your current state.
“Yes, my darling?” Hitoshi mumbled into the skin just below your jaw as he placed a kiss there to try and encourage you to speak more.
It did not work, all he was met with was your continuous stream of discomforted whimpers; the way your brows pinched and furrowed in displeasure was a clear sign to him that he must move faster if he wished to come true with his promise and grant you the sleep you requested.
He tugged at your dress, being mindful of how precious the silk must be for you and thus not wanting to ruin it. Using a tender hand to glide the fabric of your sleeves down your arms to your wrists to allow the material of your bodice to slip under your ribs; effectively it released your breasts and allowed him to gaze in hunger at your chest; his cock stirring as he watched your nipples harden when greeted with the cold air of his home.
He wasted no time, like a man possessed, to trail his lips over your newly exposed, supple flesh. The softness he found caused his cock to twitch harshly as he took the time to kiss up and down the valley between your breasts, as he inhaled the scent of your skin; committing it to memory should he never have the chance to have you like this once more. His dexterous hands began to roll and squeeze at your mounds, biting his lip as he watched the flesh shake in a tantalizing manner before he slipped one of your hardened nipples into his awaiting mouth; his tongue circling around it as he sucked gently upon it.
Hitoshi wanted nothing more than to garner more noises of pleasure from you as he absently rocked his hips against yours, and groaned into your skin. His other hand undertook the task to play with your skirts, to work in a quickened manner while you were too preoccupied from his mouth to question him as he dragged them up and over your hips so he may have access to your most sacred place; your sweet cunt.
His teeth, though blunt, left a stinging pain in their wake as he marred and nipped at your supple flesh. It caused your eyes to shoot open as you looked down upon him, his lavender eyes were filled with a lustful haze as they connected with yours; it made your body shudder in his hold as you whined at his cruel action. You could feel him smile upon your skin as he laved over your newly found mark with his tongue.
“Stay awake for just a little longer, my darling,” he cooed, nipping at your skin once more to hear you call out his name in that adorable whine he was starting to love. “That’s it, look at me, keep your eyes open and on me, alright?”
“I-it hurts…!” You jerked your body away from his pinching teeth, your mewl of displeasure following suit.
“Keep looking at me, and do not fall into the grips of dozing.” Hitoshi muttered, pressing a few kisses over the red marks he had given you. “And I promise you that it shall not hurt anymore.”
His deft fingers found your cunt, spreading your folds open so he may be able to gently pet and coax out further pleasure from your body; to showcase to you that he meant as he said. His middle finger explored, dipping briefly into your leaking entrance, before slowly stroking your little bundle of nerves; groaning at how violently your hips bucked over his slow and deliberate act, how they seemed to follow his hand, greedy for more of his sinful touch.
Despite his desires otherwise, how he wished to rub harshly upon your puffy clit to hear you wail and cry out for him as you became overwhelmed with ecstasy, he knew you were not restive enough for such a thing. As well, he wanted nothing more than to see your pretty eyes, half-lidded with lust for him, to stay focused upon him.
He continued his tortuous petting, whispering his fingertips upon your clit but never pressed down before they swiftly moved to poke at your fluttering hole; all the while he smirked into your chest as heard your panting breath. A guttural groan left his parted lips as he finally relented and sunk a finger into you; relishing in your keen of pleasure as your hand came to tug upon his wild mane of violet locks.
You pulled him closer once he breached your weeping cunt, mewling quietly in delight at his skillful and gently petting; though you found that it wasn’t enough. The burning ache of need deep within your core was calling out for release, it heightened the pining to find slumber, as your hips moved against his hand in urgency for him to grant you something more. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his chest and dragged them down toward his hips; it left an angry trail of red in their wake, as your other hand tugged harshly on his mane once more. Calling out his name in a prolonged whine of frustration, not caring over this hiss of pain that sucked through his teeth.
“Getting impatient, are we?” Hitoshi growled, nipping at your neck to feel your yelp beneath his tongue.
“Y-you promised!” You wailed, hands moved to grip his shoulders as you felt his fingers spread within you.
“To not hurt you, indeed I did.” Hitoshi teased, leaning his head back to enjoy the blissful looks upon your face. “Do you not feel good, darling?”
“N-no!” You shook your head before you cried out his name, unable to finish your thought before being lost to the pleasure he brought forth.
“No?” He teased, slowing his fingers until they barely moved within you, chuckling at your bucking hips as you attempted to gain back the stimulation you craved. “Well, my darling, your body is telling me something different.”
If you were more awake, you would feel the heat of embarrassment taking over the flush of desire upon your skin, though at the moment you could not seem to care about decency; your desire to follow through and ultimately find and form of reprieve to your aching body.
“No, you promised to guide me to sleep.” You stuttered out, finally being able to find your voice now that his actions upon your body subsided. “And you’re prolonging that now.”
Hitoshi hummed, stifling another laugh over your petulant state, as his lips kissed upwards your neck and jaw before meeting their intended destination; kissing you languidly like before to placate your rigid state.
“Apologies,” he murmured, breath mingled with yours as he allowed you a chance to catch it. “I was merely just preparing you appropriately so you take my cock with ease. Though you are right; you have waited long enough.”
You squirmed at his words, finding a sense of awkwardness in how crude yet honest, not something you were yet used to from him, as you gripped tightly to the fabric at his shoulders when you felt his fingers leave your cunt; kissing your teeth in a quiet hiss as you feel yourself tighten around nothing.
“Go on now,” Hitoshi whispered, leaning so his back may sit flush against his silver throne, a smirk tugging at his lips. “If you so wish for relief so badly then you may take my cock out to have it.”
He admired the way you so timidly nodded your head at his request before your hands, one filled with trepidation, shook as they lowered to where they needed to be. He felt how gingerly you worked as you adjusted and shifted his robes to unbound his hardened member; he groaned in relief once he felt you delicately free his leaking cock.
If you were not so in need of him at the moment, he would ask you to stroke him; to pump your hand up and down his length until he guided you toward his own euphoria. He supposed he now had more than enough time for such salaciousness at a later date. Instead, he grabbed your waist as he pulled you to sit higher, hovering you over him as he properly aligned himself against your heated core.
Slowly, agonizingly so, he guided your hips downward to impale yourself on him; pressing his lips to yours to shush the aching whimpers that tumbled forth as you felt yourself being stretched to your limit by him; and though you had experience with Hanta, his cock was far thicker than you were ever used to. Hitoshi muttered your praises, telling you of how well you were doing as he slowly filled you full of him.
“You’re doing so well.” He groaned out, teeth gritted as his jaw clamped tightly shut as he did his best not to spill his load into you before he barely had begun to have his fun. “You’re so close, almost there my darling.”
He could tell why Hanta was so fond of you, so unwilling to let you venture off on your own and out of his sight. Your cunt was truly heavenly as it swallowed his cock greedily, already spasming and milking him for what he was worth. He let out a strangled breath, a mixture of a moan and a sigh, once you were fully seated; taking note of your discomfort once more, he rocked your hips back and forth in a lazy, slow, manner until your brows became unpinched and your huffs turned to sighs of pleasure.
“That’s it, good girl…” He sighed out once you took control and swayed your hips on your own, hands glided to your waist to help lift your hips to bounce upward upon him; showcasing to you the gentle rhythm he wanted you to ride him.
“L-like this?” You asked, as you placed your hands in a more steady position upon his chest as you rolled your hips to glide him in and out of your heat; moaning alongside him when you hit a particularly tender spot within you.
“Fuck yes.” He groaned as he threw his head back for but a moment to relish fully in the euphoric feeling of your tight, dripping, hole.
His hands began to wander again as the slow and unhurried lovemaking progressed. Fingertips took hold and dug into your supple flesh anywhere he could, from the plush of your beautiful thighs, to pinching at your waist, to massaging and groping your breasts. Hitoshi had to distract himself from his more primal urges, to find a use for his body to ensure that his hips didn’t snap up into you. For he was aware of what your exhausted body needed, and that was not being rough.
You cried out sharply when you felt his hand make swift contact with your backside, your supple cheek radiating heat from the pain, as your eyes snapped back onto him; tears formed in your lashes as you blubbered out “what did I do wrong?”
Hitoshi did feel a little guilty, your sad eyes were not something he wished to see, but it was a far better cry than how they drooped just moments prior. His fingers brushed over the sore flesh, as he pressed more soft kisses to your jaw as a way of an apology; taking hold of it, in his other hand, after the peppering of affection
“Look at me, my flower.” He whispered, brows furrowing as he felt you tighten around him. “I need you to look at me, alright?”
You nodded in affirmation to his request with a sniffle, tears still formed upon your lash as you continued to rock your hips against his own; the pleasure overwhelmed you as repeatedly hit the small spongy button within you that made you feel dizzy. Matched that with the fabric of his tunic that caught your clit every time you moved made stars dance across your eyes. It caused you to ascend to your release far quicker than you ever thought possible, as your mewls and babbles of “more” filled the air.
He could tell you were close, given how your walls clamped sporadically around him while you gushed and leaked down onto his thighs. His quiet moans of pleasure melded with your own as he hugged your body tightly against his, as his hips bucked into your own; taking control over you in that primal manner he wished to suppress but could not any longer.
His grip tightened the harsher his hips snapped into you, his heavy cock bullying its way into you to perpetually hit that special spot that made you breathless and squirm within his hold. He was so close to letting go, but he could not do so before you, for he wished for nothing more than to feel your sweet cunt around him as you came.
Your eyes shut tightly as your body seized and gave into the surmounting pleasure and pressure in your core. You wailed out, as those waves crashed into you over and over; your eyes rolled back into your skull as white danced across your vision before you felt yourself go limp against him.
Hitoshi felt your breath against his nape as he held your shaking body against him as he continued to chase his own high. He could tell you were doing your best to stay awake, but how could you? After all, you had climbed a mountain of pleasure before jumping down from it, not even the most powerful of Gods could sway from exhaustion from something such as that.
Yet, despite being stuck between the realm of awake and napping, he could still feel your warm walls clenching in response to his bucking hips. With the knowledge that despite you not being awake you were still reacting to him, your body still obeyed him in some fashion, causing his teeth to clench as he hissed out a final breath before he spilled inside you; filling your pussy completely with his cum.
Hitoshi took a moment to hold your body flush against him as clambered down from his high; placing kisses upon your brow and temple in a prolonged manner to showcase to you his appreciation. He shifted your body to lay more comfortably against his chest once the mood suited him, staying buried deep inside you to ensure that when you woke you would still be filled with his cum, as his hands ran up and down your tired body in a soothing and loving manner.
“There’s a good little flower,” Hitoshi muttered into your hair, pressing a final kiss to your crown, as he pulled you higher in his hold as he admired your sleeping form. “I’ll take much better care of you than he ever will.”
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Like a snowflake ❄️
Part 11
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catch your breath
| pairing: tamaki amajiki x gn!yandere!reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI. dead dove do not eat. breath play. drowning play. overstimulation. edging. multiple orgasms. begging. consensual yandere behavior.
| summary: tamaki reserving a private onsen for your anniversary probably wasn't his brightest idea.
| wc: 2.8k
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It was warm… It felt inviting, honestly. The last time you’d gotten the chance to relax so nicely was over winter when Tamaki surprised you with a trip to a cabin up in the mountains so that you two could share your first white Christmas together. In the middle of the summer, though, you thought that going to an onsen for your anniversary wasn’t exactly the best idea; but Tamaki convinced you because he found a cute, secluded ryokan for the two of you to stay at for the week, and the plus to the reservation was that it came with the private onsen that you didn’t have to use if you didn’t want to, but he certainly wanted to. He loved long baths. With how much he worked, stressing himself out and tiring his body, it was no surprise that he took those quiet evenings in the water to relax with you while recovering from his long days— So how could you deny him a whole week of sleeping all day and slipping into the onsen whenever he wanted? Once he got in, you knew you had to join him. The water was warm— But not so hot that you were dying in the summer; and the scents from the candles made Tamaki melt in your arms.
You kissed his cheek as you wrapped your arms around him so that his back was pressed tightly against your chest. “Feeling better, baby?”
He nodded with a happy hum.
“I’m glad.”
Ten minutes of holding him, running your hands through his hair, and tickling his sensitive chest and stomach was all it took before he started unknowingly grinding upwards in search of your hands on his growing erection. The second you gave in, he was a goner. Tamaki went stiff and his eyes were wide open, his fingers digging into your thighs in the water. Come on… It was your anniversary, and he’d gone all out, spending so much of his hard earned Pro Hero money on taking you out to the middle of nowhere so that you had all the privacy in the world… How could you not use him? He was laying in your arms— He looked so fucking adorable and innocent. Oh, how you could die of happiness whenever he blushed. The second he felt you take his entire length in the palm of your hand, he got so embarrassed his cheeks turned a bright red, and he tried so hard to hide his face from you so that you couldn’t make fun of him for it like you always did; but you knew him better than anyone else. He knew that you loved how shy he was and how easily you were able to corrupt him. Meanwhile, you loved that he tried to keep how much he loved your teasing and torture a secret from you. His body just always betrayed him. If you asked if he liked being degraded, he would shake his head, yet his body would quake and he’d beg you to fuck him harder. If you asked if he liked the painful clamps and floggers, he’d insist that he could never enjoy something like that, yet every time you had him tied up with his skin beet red, he was as hard as a rock. Your cute little Tamaki.
“Please,” he begged quietly, “I’m close.”
You bit on his ear lobe. “That’s not how you ask for permission, dumb boy.”
“Please, please, please let me cum.”
“No.”
He hunched forward while you continued to jerk him off despite the fact that he hadn’t been given permission to cum. You wanted him to hold it back like a good boy. You’d trained him well enough to listen to you, now the two of you were on the most difficult part of making him the perfect sub: Actually getting him to cooperate. What he wanted vs. what his body did were always two different things. He so badly wanted to obey every single one of your orders, but the pleasure was too good, you knew it. Maybe it was cruel of you to do it on your anniversary, but you couldn’t help but force him to cum.
Poor thing tried his absolute best. His fingernails were digging harder into your thighs, his head was thrown back against your shoulder so that he could stare at the ceiling to focus on literally anything besides your touch, and his hips were squirming like crazy in the water in an attempt to get away from you before he could break your biggest rule: No cumming without permission.
“Stop, stop— Stop— Fuck— I’m cumming— No, no, no, stop—”
“Don’t cum.”
Before you could even really stop him, Tamaki lifted his hips out of the water suddenly as he came with a loud, pathetic whimper that made you nearly faint with happiness.
“Bad boy,” you huffed as you stopped touching him, his cock visibly throbbing at the neglect. “You got the bath all dirty. How are you gonna explain this to the staff?”
He couldn’t reply, he was too flustered.
You grabbed his chin roughly so that he was forced to look at you over his shoulder. “Are you so dumbed-out already that you can’t answer my questions?”
There wasn’t a single thought behind those eyes and flushed face. Poor thing. He didn’t want to cum, you could see the regret flooding him as the euphoria from his orgasm slowly washed away. He wanted to be good for you. He was your good boy. You were just so mean sometimes, and it was all on purpose of course because now that he’d broken your most important rule, you had every excuse to punish him.
Slowly, you wiped his long hair out of his face. “You know what I have to do now, don’t you?”
He pouted. “I’m sorry—”
“I know, baby. Do me a favor?”
He nodded.
“Tap my leg if I go too far?”
His eyes widened. Before he could react, you got a good grip in his hair so that you could push him forward until his head was dunked under the water. Tamaki’s hands grabbed your thighs, but he didn’t tap out. The water splashed around a bit as he fought back and you simultaneously adjusted to sit on your knees so that you had a better angle to keep him down until you were content. After counting to five, you lifted him up. He panted, trying to catch his breath frantically while you wiped his wet hair out of his face so that he could see you as something to ground himself back to reality.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, hmm? I could be a lot worse, you know that.”
Tamaki pouted at you, “I’m sorry—”
You’d heard it before, so you decided to dunk him back down. Again, he fought you, but you didn’t let up until ten seconds had gone by. After he was back up to catch his breath, you used your free hand to reach between his legs.
“Still sensitive down here from the orgasm you weren’t allowed to have?”
Sure enough, he was semi-hard, and the second you began jerking him for a second time, Tamaki made an attempt to pull your hand out of his hair and away from his cock so that he could escape you— Stupid boy, he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Deep breath for me.”
He didn’t have time to realize what you said. You pushed him back under the water for another ten seconds. In the past, when the two of you had fucked around like this, he was able to go for about a minute— Something about his old days of hero training that had him ready for it— so you were only just getting started. If he wanted you to stop, he would’ve warned you the first time you put him under the water. He would never in a million years admit it, but he liked this. He liked that he had to give up all control to you and your sadistic punishments because they got him off, yeah, but also because he trusted you to take care of him. You weren’t going to hurt him. Nothing bad was going to happen while your hand was in his hair to pull him back up to the surface where you’d give him time to recuperate.
“You sure you’re sorry?” you asked, palming his sensitive tip.
“Stop— Stop— Too much—”
“Tap my leg then.”
When he didn’t, you continued to torture him until he was surely hard again. Twenty seconds under the water. You waited and waited for a tap, but nothing came, so you smiled. He was just as much a masochist as you were a sadist. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you loved him more than anything in the whole world.
“You’re up to twenty seconds now, darling boy,” you praised him once he came back up.
He slumped against you completely, even ignoring how fast you were getting him off. All of his focus was on his breath and trying not to cum at the same time.
“The first thing we agreed on when we started dating was that I’m the one who gets to decide when and how you cum. Do you remember that?”
He nodded shyly.
“So why’d you cum?”
“Y-y-you—” He hiccuped. “You did it… did it on pur… purpose…”
“Are you talking back to me?”
“No—”
You pushed him under for twenty-five seconds.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned you the second he was out of the water.
Just as soon as he said it, you pulled your hand away, watching as his entire body twitched in reaction to the harsh edge. You cooed at him sweetly. He was a breathless mess between the water play and the edging, so you gave him another few seconds to bounce back as you kissed his neck and pinched his nipples. He melted into you so quickly. It was like he forgot what you were doing to him because you were suddenly being so kind and caring.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Tamaki got smart this time around. The second he felt you tightening your grip in his hair, he took a deep breath right before he was pushed under the water. Since you weren’t able to catch him off guard, it meant that he could go longer like he always did at home whenever you had him bent over the edge of the tub while you were fucking into him; or when you two were in bed and you had your hands wrapped around his neck. You dared to leave him there for forty-five seconds. Towards the end, his chest started moving, like he was trying his best not to open his mouth to let any water in.
“Hold it… You can do it… Come on, baby…”
Though he likely couldn’t have heard you underwater and with all the splashing going on, you were cheering him on to make it the entire forty-five seconds.
“Good boy…”
He gasped deeply when he sat up straight. “C-c-cumming—”
“Don’t you dare.”
He squeezed his eyes shut tight after you pulled your hand away for the second edge that nearly made him lose it altogether. “Meanie.”
“Deep breath, baby, ‘cause you get a minute for that.”
“No, wait—”
It wasn’t a full minute, to be fair. Counting in your head meant that you went faster than the clock on the wall, even though you could have obeyed by the clicking seconds if you wanted to. What should have been a minute was still more like forty seconds— But Tamaki couldn’t tell the difference while fighting to resurface the entire time. Ten seconds? Thirty seconds? Five fucking minutes? Who could tell the difference when they had someone preventing them from breathing and simultaneously edging them as a cruel punishment for something they had no control over in the first place? If it had been anyone other than Tamaki in that onsen with you, you probably never would have gotten away with kinky shit like this. Not in a million years. But the fact that it was Tamaki of all people made it that much better.
“Such a good boy for me,” you cooed in his ear once he was done. “What’ve you learned?”
“N-no—” He hiccuped again. “No t-t-talking ba-back…”
“And?”
“No cum… No cumming…”
You nodded. “See? You’re such a smart boy!” You patted him on the head so that his hair could have a break from all the pulling. “And who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“And what about your orgasms?”
“They're yours…”
You chuckled wickedly, biting down on his earlobe. “Good boy.” You swiped your thumb over his tip. “If you can do a full minute, I’ll let you cum. Think you can do that?”
He nodded eagerly.
“What do you do if it’s too much?”
“Tap your leg.”
“Oh, my smart boy, you’re such a good listener.”
All the praise was getting to his head after being tortured and degraded the entire time. He was a bright color of red that had nothing to do with the fact that he was still trying to catch his breath a bit— It had everything to do with the fact that he was madly in love with the way you complimented him, even though you were really just being condescending.
“One minute. Deep breath in for me…”
He inhaled deeply.
“And out…”
His chest fell as he exhaled.
“Hold it.”
And then you pushed him back under, this time watching the clock carefully for the minute mark. Tamaki was trying his best to hold still so that he didn’t waste any energy on his futile attempts to stop you, because all of his focus had to be on holding his breath for the full minute. Making it up to you was all he wanted. If taking the whole minute meant that he could get your permission to solve the whole issue, he was going to fight like hell to make it happen.
“Three… two… one…”
There wasn’t a single struggle out of him, not a pant out of him, not a thrash, not a tap on your thigh. He was still squeezing on tight which was the only way you knew that he hadn’t passed out; He was just so focused down there and wasn’t keeping track of the time that he thought he still had longer to go. Could he really do it? Fuck, you were gonna be so proud of him if he could. So to reward him for it, you ran your hand up and down his length as fast as you could while occasionally stopping to play with his tip. Whenever Tamaki got close to cumming, you could tell by the way his whole body would react. He’d get stiff, his toes would curl, his legs would go straight, and he would cling onto for dear life. Still underwater, you saw Tamaki get right at the edge, and the panic settled in.
You pulled him up briefly to say, “Cum for me,” right before you pushed him back under.
Part of him was trying his best to fight you now that he didn’t have to focus on surviving the entire minute, and the fact that you’d hardly given him any break; but his body was betraying him again by going as stiff as a board right when his orgasm hit.
There was a tap on your leg that made you let go of his hair and grab him by the chest instead as you lifted him upright so that he could rest against your chest.
“Breathe. I’m here.” You went to hug him, but he grabbed your hand to force you to keep jerking him off. In fact, you didn’t move at all, Tamaki simply held onto your wrist for dear life while moving you the way he wanted. “You want a third one?”
He nodded as desperately as humanly possible.
“Cum for me, my sweet boy. You deserve it.”
Tamaki moaned your name as another orgasm hit him hard, sending his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “T-thank you— Fuck— Thank you…”
His body jolted a couple of times as you slowly stopped touching him, bringing your hands up to his face to keep his hair out of it. The way he put all of his body weight on you, you knew that there was no chance he was walking out of that onsen by himself within the next few minutes.
“You were so good for me, Aki.”
He whimpered at the nickname— One that only you were allowed to call him.
“I’m so, so proud of you.”
He stretched to turn slightly so that he could kiss you weakly. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips.
You pushed him away gently. “Catch your breath.”
He slumped, inhaling deeply as his eyes shut again so that he could rest.
Maybe the two of you could make trips to private onsens a more common occurrence if this was going to happen.
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Broken Silence Chapter 10
Big thanks to @thefruitloop-chan who did this awesome commish comic based on my fanfic! New chapter is up here.
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