#shinso smut
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cw: dom + sub men, fem genitals, no pronouns tho, hickies, pussy eating, mentions of edging and overstim (m receiving)
men who are absolute sweethearts in public and in front of your friends and family but the nice personality goes away the moment your bedroom door closes and you're laying down on the bed with his large frame hovering above you, kissing and sucking all along your neck and body, slowly kissing down to your pussy
on the other hand
men who brag to all of his friends how he's such a dom in the bedroom and makes you cum all the time. in reality, he's on his knees in the bedroom for hours, just eating you out. listening to your every beck and call, waiting patiently for your commands. he will do anything and everything you ask for. he doesn't complain when you edge him or overstim him because he knows that it makes you happy
authors note: guess who goes in which category hehehe. also sorry for the long time between posts. life is kicking my ass
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?
various x reader ! [bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero, shoto, izuku, shinso, and tamaki]
synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which songs they'd fuck you to .
warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .
a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .
jjk ver. aot ver. hq ver. ft ver. bllk ver.
Katsuki Bakugou
Finesse [Drake]
✰ I live for soft Bakugou. He is a dom but when it comes to you he is kind of soft yet still grumpy.
✰ Pulls your hair.
✰ I think that this song shows how he sort of feels without saying it. That's why he fucks you to this song.
✰ He loves you but will barely say it. His pride gets in the way.
✰ He will be slow and steady during this song, going fast at the end. He just wants to be gentle during this song because he loves you so much.
✰ He will kiss you passionately as he fucks you to this song.
✰ You love his gentle side, that's when he makes sure to shoot his warm cum deep inside you, wanting to see it seep out of you.
✰ He isn't loud or anything, he groans and grunts, too prideful to make any noise but his ego goes high when it comes to you moaning loud for him.
✰ "I... Uh, love you... I love you, so much y/n,"
"You stay on my mind, All the time"
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Eijiro Kirishima
Work Out [J. Cole]
✰ Most respectful man on the planet, always asks for consent, EVERY SINGLE TIME !
✰ He is a soft dom. He can't stand hurting you or being rough with you.
✰ He has a pretty big cock, which is why he's so soft when it comes to fucking you, he doesn't want to hurt you.
✰ "Watch out baby... I'm just putting in the tip, don't worry,"
✰ He praises you any chance he gets, even over the littlest things.
✰ "You're amazing, just keep riding slow, you're doing such a good job!"
✰ He will leave hickeys, scared to leave bite marks.
✰ He loves old school songs, fucking you to this song makes his mind feel at ease.
✰ He loves you, he will tell you that whenever he feels like it (which is every 5 minutes)
✰ No man can do aftercare like this man ! He will cook for you, clean for you, carry you places, and even message you.
"Do you really want to love me forever?"
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Denki Kaminari
Swimming Pools [Lloyd]
✰ He is a switch . END OF DISCUSSION . He loves being more submissive though.
✰ He likes this song and fucking you to it because it makes him feel like a bad ass. Kind of like he's special in the moment.
✰ Public places>
✰ He is such a huge flirt when it comes to you, he makes you feel actually wanted by him. He will directly be blunt with how he feels.
✰ "Baby I'm harddd, please touch me,"
✰ WHINES, MOANS, GROANS, WHIMPERS, GRUNTS, and GIGGLES .
✰ You don't mind his choice of music, you actually find it cute that he enjoys this song so much because it makes him feel like the main character.
✰ Pervert . He does not show any shame .
✰ "I can see your nipples through your shirt,"
✰ If he's fucking you, he's going fast and hard. Not really fully knowing how to please a woman.
✰ He's not shy when it comes to toys, he normally uses them on you when he can't make you cum. He never lets it get him down.
"Into my room, I hit her from behind. Doing again like I'm pressing rewind"
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Hanta Sero
My X [Rae Sremmurd]
✰ Mean Dom Sero>>>
✰ I can just see him using you, not even in love with you. He's in love with your body.
✰ "Lay the hell down slut, I don't have all day"
✰ Not once has ever made you cum on purpose, he doesn't care for your pleasure.
✰ He likes fucking you to this song because it just shows that he's focusing on himself, never focusing on a good for nothing slut.
✰ Groans and grunts but that's it.
✰ He is so goddamn toxic, he may not love you but your body belongs to him.
✰ "Why the hell were you in Denki's room yesterday? Do you really need dick that bad? You're such a slut, pissing me the hell off,"
✰ He despises your cute face, all he wants to do is ruin you. There is no other goal.
✰ Leaves before you wake up, he does not cuddle you.
✰ "Whores don't deserve to be treated with respect," he spat out, venom seeping through his voice.
"A hoe just gon' be a hoe, And a slut just gon' be a slut"
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Shoto Todoroki
Heavenly [Cigarettes After Sex]
✰ I can see Shoto being a soft dom during this song. Only during this song . Other than this song being sweet and sensual he will fucking fuck you until you can't walk with any other song .
✰ This song is his outlet when it comes to how he feels about you.
✰ He loves you so much, more than anyone.
✰ Degrades you, spanks you, chokes you, and slaps you when this song isn't on.
✰ When this song is playing he will be gentle with you, kissing you softly and running his fingers through your hair.
✰ "I love you. Kiss me more, please,"
✰ He is so soft and gentle with this song, making sure to satisfy you and himself.
✰ He will moan softly for you.
✰ Aw I can just imagine him having his face in the crook of your neck after fucking you nice and good.
"Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips"
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Izuku Midoriya
Banana Pie [Lil Darkie]
✰ He will eat you out to this song.
✰ Addicted to watching your legs shake .
✰ He for sure over stimulates you, sometimes it's on accident but most on the time it's on purpose. He loves seeing you whine and cry.
✰ He loves you, like actually loves you.
✰ Look... He kind of wants to have a three some but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.
✰ Moans, groans, and pants heavily.
✰ He is sort of a sadist, hair pulling his one of his favorite things to do. His green eyes go blank, filled up with thoughts of just hurting you. (I'm sorry... I love mean Izuku).
✰ "One more peep out of you and I'll have to spank you, y/n. Cut it out,"
✰ This man is fast, hard, and knows where your sensitive spots are. Basically a fuck machine that can please the hell out of you.
✰ Sucking on your skin>
✰ He is an ass guy, he loves spanking you, there's just something about watching your skin turn red and bruise up. It turns him on.
"Banana pie, so sweet and soft. Never enough"
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Hitoshi Shinso
Come Get Her [Rae Sremmurd]
✰ Can we all agree he'd tie you up and fuck you to this song?
✰ I'm sensing a rough, sadist dom. (daddy kink ?)
✰ Loves tying you up, you're his little rope bunny.
✰ "Stop squirming, the rope is going to burn your soft skin,"
✰ HICKEYS>
✰ I feel like he'd be into somno . (Me too though)
✰ He likes this song because it's like you're his little stripper that he gets to fuck.
✰ "You better be putting in some work, or else I won't let you cum,"
✰ Rough fucking is all Shinso does.
✰ His groans are... Just amazing . They literally are like angels singing.
✰ He gets super sleepy afterwards so you're forced to take care of yourself.
"How you movin', you deserve a couple racks"
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Tamaki Amajiki
Girls Need Love [Summer Walker]
✰ Sub . No question . This man would never dom you .
✰ Vanilla sex. He would never get rough with you.
✰ During this song you're riding his face. You're pulling his hair, seated directly on him.
✰ He does do pretty damn good with his tongue...
✰ He whimpers, moans, and whines.
✰ He loves you. You're his total opposite, he admires your courage and leadership skills.
✰ "Y-your speech was good today..."
✰ He also loves getting dominated by you, he loves it. He likes when you're in control.
✰ ...He fanticizes about getting pegged here and there.
✰ Super shy! He never makes the first move.
✰ He always is making sure you're okay, he gets so worried. Like genuinley worried.
✰ His mannerisms are so cute !
✰ "Should I... Uh... P-put it in?"
"Give it to me like you need it, baby"
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cried during sex
warnings: suggestive content + fluff
characters: shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, hitoshi shinso
synopsis: how they react to you crying during sex
a/n: surprise :)
shoto todoroki
• freezes, literally
• his whole body tenses and he reflexively frosts over the sheets underneath his hands
• he’s confused and worried that he hurt you
• almost starts crying with you
• almost
you didn’t have time to process what was happening to you until you were already in the midst of breaking down. shoto was so gentle with you, so meticulous with every stroke of his body against yours. the way his eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time. you’ve had sex before, this wasn’t your first time. but it was your first time with him. the first time you felt seen as more than an object for someone’s pleasure. the first time you felt like someone was touching you because they truly cared for you and wanted you to feel good. in fact so good it made you cry. not simple dismissible tears that could be wiped away as though they were never there, you’d wished that was all it had been. no you full on sobbed, body convulsed, shallow breathed, sobbed and despite all your efforts, you couldn’t stop. shoto halted mid-thrust, you felt him accidentally freeze the sheets beneath you in the process. the lustful gaze you were just lost in now morphed into one of worry.
“shit, y/n? are you ok? did i hurt you? why didn’t you say something? i’m so sorry. shit.” he panicked before disconnecting your bodies. he then pulled you into a hug, your ear pressed to his chest with his hand cupped around the back of your head, the other draped around your torso. his heart was racing abnormally fast and you knew if you continued to stay silent his heart might actually have stopped working.
“n-no you didn’t hurt me, at all. the exact opposite actually. it’s just i, it’s stupid.” you stopped yourself, choking down the embarrassing words that threatened to spill out.
“it’s not stupid, especially if it’s enough to make you cry. what happened? you can talk to me.” shoto reassured you and you teetered dangerously close to tearing up again.
“you care. about me. and it’s so genuine and pure the way you show it and, i don’t know. that’s overwhelming i guess. because no one i’ve cared for in the way i care for you has ever truly reciprocated it…until now. that plus you literally reaching parts of me i didn’t know could be reached was a lot to handle i guess.”
he chuckled at that, the rumble of the small laugh echoed in your ear that was still rested against his chest. he began stroking your hair. you hadn’t noticed how tight his grip on you was until he loosened up. his heart rate slowed.
“if it makes you feel any better, i almost cried too.”
you pulled away from his grasp and playfully hit his chest, “shut up. you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”
his eyes locked on yours in the same way they did before your body betrayed you.
“i wouldn’t lie to you.”
you smiled at the sincerity behind his words.
“then i apologize for almost dragging you down this emotional well with me, won’t happen again” you laughed softly.
“it can happen whenever you need it to, i don’t mind.”
all you could do was smile. he was so patient and sweet and that overwhelming feeling was back, yet this time something was different. you leaned in to kiss him. you figured that in this moment it’d be better to show him through your actions how you were feeling instead of summing it up with sappy words. he obliged eagerly, wasting no time to finish things from where you two left off.
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katsuki bakugo
• doesn’t really notice until he hears your soft sniffles
• he just assumes your eyes were watering from how good it felt
• wouldn’t be the first time
• but when you cover your face, sniffling as you try to block him from seeing what was happening
• he realizes
“y/n?” his breath hitched and he tore your hands away from your face so quickly it was almost humorous.
“are you crying? why are you crying?” the deep look of confusion and fear settled on his face did make you laugh which confused him even further.
“what the hell is going on with you? say something.” his eyes scanned your face frantically and you could tell he found none of this funny, he was genuinely worried and you weren’t doing anything to ease his nerves.
“sorry sorry, i don’t know why i’m crying kats. well i do but, i don’t want to say it. i’m scared to say it.” you admitted before you hid behind your hands once more.
“scared? what is there to be scared of, i’m here y/n. just tell me.” his voice sounded almost desperate, like he was anticipating the worst news of his life and your heart dropped.
“it’s nothing bad, i promise. i…i love you. like a lot. like an inexplicable amount. and today was perfect, you’re perfect. i’m just overly emotional about it all.”
that was the first time you’d ever said ‘i love you.’ he had said it once before but you weren’t ready to say it back, too guarded and still healing from past wounds to trust that he actually meant it. but today he proved that he did beyond anything you’d ever imagined. he planned a date for you that felt like it was snatched straight out of your dreams, his attention to detail and all the small things you’ve ever told him was impeccable. and then this, being physically as close as your bodies would allow you. it was perfect. he was perfect.
“i love you too y/n, more than you’ll probably ever know. but if you ever need to cry while i’m balls deep inside you again, can you please start with the fact that it’s nothing bad? i think my heart almost stopped.”
you laughed and he smiled, that smile that made you fall for him months ago.
“sorry kats, i think i know how i can make it up to you though.” you suggested before trailing your way down his body until your mouth hovered above his now semi-hard length. without any hesitation you took it expertly in your mouth and down your throat.
“god, i fucking love you.” he groaned.
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hitoshi shinso
• slows his pace and wipes your tears
• he asks you if you want him to stop
• but you say no, that’s the last thing you want
• so he reluctantly continues, wiping each tear from your cheeks as he does so
shinso’s strokes were deep yet slow and he had this expression on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. pleasure mixed with something else. probably concern. you could tell he was worried because of the way he kept wiping your tears from your face. he would occasionally hunch down to kiss them away and your heart fluttered each time. he had asked you twice if you wanted to stop but you insisted that he kept going, you didn’t want to ruin this good moment. but you could tell his head was swarming with questions and felt it was unfair to keep him in the dark. you placed a hand on his lower abdomen indicating for him to stop. he did just that, eagerly waiting for you to say something. anything.
“i’ve had a completely shit week shinso. but when i’m with you it’s like every bad thing is nonexistent. those weren’t sad tears, sometimes it just happens when we, you know. usually i’m better at hiding it though.” you confessed.
“oh, so you’re not mad at me or anything?” he asked and his voice cracked a little almost as though he himself was about to cry prior to your explanation.
“no baby. not at all. not even close.”
“good. well i’m glad you’re ok, i hate seeing you cry. but weirdly, knowing that they weren’t sad tears makes it kind of endearing.” shinso admitted.
“i’m glad you think so because i genuinely can’t control it, it happens every time. like i said, i’m usually just better at hiding it.” you laughed lightly.
“it’s ok if you can’t hide it. i’ll just keep wiping them away for you, and besides, you look so pretty when you cry.” shinso smiled before he thrusted into you again.
the waterworks were almost instant, but as he insisted he would be, shinso was there to wipe your tears away.
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Need
Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader
Tags: needy! Shinsou, AFAB anatomy, dry humping, riding, praise,
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You thought nothing of Hitoshi’s arms wrapping around your middle as you laid in bed reading, but when his hips began rolling against your backside is when you stopped to bookmark your page.
“‘Toshi dear, is everything okay?” You asked, barely able to see his purple locks in your peripheral as he had his head hidden in the back of your neck.
All you got was a grunt in response, his grip on your hips tightening as his movements became more frantic.
“Hitoshi?”
“‘M sorry,” he slurred, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “Woke up a-and jus… needed you.”
“That’s okay.” you spoke gently, biting your bottom lip as you rolled back against him, “I’m awake, and we’ve got all night.”
Hitoshi groaned, beginning to whimper and pant with each roll of his hips. He pawed at you with his hands, squeezing and pulling on your limbs to get you closer.
“Shit… shitshitshit!” Hitoshi hissed through his teeth, stuttering to a standstill with a near breathless cry escaping his open mouth.
He let go of you, rolling onto his back with beads of sweat sticking to his forehead and a damp spot on his sweatpants.
“Feel better, ‘Toshi?” You hummed, rolling over to face him.
“Yeah.” He swallowed against his dry throat, “Could we go again though?”
“Of course.” You kissed his lips, moving to help him undress. You tossed his dirty sweatpants near the hamper, making a note to wash them first thing in the morning.
You undressed yourself, before moving to cradle his lap with your hips and sink down on him. Hitoshi groaned, biting his lip as he grasped your hips.
You took a moment to adjust before moving, setting a steady pace that had him writhing in pleasure.
“You’re too good for me.” Hitoshi mumbled, moaning between sentences, “You’re so warm and soft, you know exactly what to do to make me feel good.”
“I have to.” You laughed, kissing his lips again, “I wouldn’t be a good partner if I wasn’t now would I?”
You shifted a little, just enough to have Hitoshi hit that spot that made you see stars. He moaned in time with you, bucking up into your heat.
“‘Toshi, I’m close!”
Your announcement only made Hitoshi moan louder, bucking up into you in rougher strokes. “Need you! Need you so bad!”
You both found your high at the same time, pants and moans being shared between you. Hitoshi’s hips occasionally stuttered, bringing your attention to his still hard cock inside you.
“Poor thing,” you cooed, brushing back his hair that stuck to his forehead, “So needy tonight.”
“One more? Please?”
“Of course, ‘Toshi. One more.”
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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.”
stay tuned for more~
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PST. PST! Over here! I need a cockwarming sesh with hitoshi 🥺❤️ like they're having a movie night with guys or just us two and he whispers "just the tip"... Which we both know won't happen so when the guys leave after the movie ends (cockwarming the entire time) does he fuck you stupid 🤤🤤
Movie night with Hitoshi.
Warnings: Hitoshi aged up | NSFW
1,200 words~
"Ok, so we're totally binge-watching all of the new season, right?" Denki asked, entering Hitoshi's dorm with Eijiro.
"Yeah man, we have to! I have to know what happens!" Eijiro responded enthusiastically making his way to sit next to you and Hitoshi on the bed facing the TV.
"Yup, we agreed to watch as much as we could tonight," Hitoshi said.
"Aw man- I don't want to sit on the floor," Denki complained looking at the now full bed.
"I can make some room," You offered and climbed up to sit on Hitoshi's lap. Hitoshi's face pinkened at the feel of you in his lap.
""Ohhh~," Denki sang teasing you both.
"Shut up!" You retorted, smacking his arm playfully.
"Ok ok, I'll leave you two love birds alone," he said, moving to the newly opened-up spot on the bed.
Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to stay oriented to the situation. He knew he was around friends but- the sensation of you on top of him was making his mind wander.
"Everyone ready for me to start the show?" He asked.
Everyone nodded in agreement and Hitoshi pressed play. As much as he was excited to finally watch the new season of the show, he found himself unable to focus at all. He might as well have been blind to everything else except the stimulation he felt from you on his lap.
It didn't help that you'd laugh at the show occasionally or adjust to get more comfortable, rubbing up even more against him.
"Wait man pause it!" Eijiro spoke.
"What's wrong?" Hitoshi asked, pausing the show.
"We should have brought up snacks!" Eijiro answered.
"I was just thinking the same thing! You guys want to head downstairs real quick?" Denki suggested.
"No- you two go," Hitoshi answered quickly.
"Sure, but want us to bring you two back anything?" Denki asked.
"Popcorn please," You smiled at him.
"You got it! Be right back," Denki spoke, as he and Eijiro exited the room.
As soon as the door shut, Hitoshi rested his head on top of yours and wrapped his arms around your waist pushing you tighter onto him, a small groan escaping him.
"You're enjoying this too much, aren't you? I can feel your excitement," You teased him.
"Mmm," He nodded, nuzzling more into your hair and slightly pressing his hips up to grind even more into you. "Popcorn takes a while to make you know?" He said suggestively.
"What are you trying to hint at Shinso?" You giggled.
Hitoshi moved to press a kiss on your cheek before whispering, "I have time to feel you real quick, just the tip." He proposed.
"They are going to be back any moment," you said, but couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline you felt at his words.
"Hmm- I'll be fast," he pledged.
You didn't answer in words but worked to pull down your panties under your skirt. Following your lead Hitoshi undid his belt and pulled out his cock eagerly.
Hitoshi placed a hand on either of your hips as he guided you to sit back down- sliding himself inside you.
A moan escaped him as you slowly sank down taking all of him inside.
"Fuck- that feels good," he groaned.
"Mpf-," You squeaked out in agreement.
Just as you were about to suggest getting decent before your friends came back- the door flew open.
Denki's back was to the door and as he hip-checked it open, hands full of snacks. Hitoshi quickly grabbed the blanket beside you and threw it over you both- hiding the cockwarming situation you both now found yourself in.
"Alright, let's get this show started again!" Denki said, sitting back in his spot.
"Oh, here is your popcorn!" Eijiro said placing the popcorn just a bit out of reach from you.
"Oh... thanks Kirishima," you said eyeing the popcorn, unsure how to reach for it without removing the blanket, and exposing that Hitoshi was inside you.
"Uhh, you ok?" Eijiro asked, eyeing you confused.
"Yeah! I'm fine," you said and slowly began to reach for the popcorn. Hitoshi understanding, held the blanket carefully in place as you moved. You stretch to grab the popcorn causing his cock to slide back out, just the tip now resting inside.
Getting a grip on the popcorn you paused, aware that once you adjusted to sit back down, you'd be taking in his full length again. "Um... Shinso you- mm- ready for some popcorn," You asked subtly, hoping to prepare him for you to slide back down on his cock.
"Fuck yes," he said too enthusiastically.
"Man, you're really excited for popcorn," Eijiro laughed, tearing open a bag of chips.
You slid back down onto Hitoshi's lap, his cock sliding back inside you simultaneously.
"Mhmmm~" Hitoshi groaned.
You let out a deep sigh trying to bite back a moan that threatened to escape you.
"Alright well press play already," Denki said.
"Right," Hitoshi blinked hard trying to focus as he started up the show again.
Hitoshi paid no attention to the show- how could he while his throbbing cock rested inside you. To make it worse- every so often you'd tease him by adjusting your hips slightly or pretending to reposition yourself on his lap.
Hitoshi bit his lip so hard it broke skin- but he didn't have a choice. If he didn't surely a moan would break loose and expose you both. He couldn't remember ever being so aroused and tortured at the same time.
Finally, to his relief, the episode ended.
"Start the next one!" Denki suggested.
"I'm actually feeling pretty exhausted," Hitoshi said.
"WHAT!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "I thought we were binging this today??"
"I know I'm sorry- tomorrow we can watch more," Hitoshi suggested.
Denki eyed him suspiciously, then snapped his eyes to you on his lap, giving out a chuckle. "Yeah, sureeee~," he said with a wink. "Come on Kirishima, I think that was a nice way to say they want to be alone," Denki said teasingly, pulling his friend off the bed.
"Oh-," Eijiro blushed as they both swiftly excited.
"Fuck~" Hitoshi groaned out as soon as the door closed, wasting no time he thrust into you grabbing your waist for support.
A mewl escaped your lips at the sudden movement.
"Down," he said, pushing you forward, and changing your position. Your face now resting against the sheets- ass exposed to him. "I'm going to have to repay you for that torture you put me through for the last hour," he said devilishly.
"Awe~ don't pretend you didn't like i-" You spoke but your sentence was halted at the hard thrusts from Hitoshi. Giving you no time to speak or catch your breath, he slid himself in and out at full force. Moaning at finally being able to feel your walls slide around him.
Your face buried deeper into the sheets with each hard thrust- and your brain turned to mush at the intense pleasure.
"Shit-" Hitoshi groaned out of frustration. He wanted to punish you longer- but his end was already coming. After being teased for so long he couldn't hold himself back. Losing himself in one final thrust- Hitoshi pulled out and painted the sheets next to you.
"Well, that repayment didn't last very long~," You teased, coming back to your senses.
A devilish laugh erupted from Hitoshi, " Maybe not- but we're not done. Now it's your turn," he said, a smirk on his lips.
Oh my I felt so dirty writing this haha. I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for the request~
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Shinso grabbing your hips as he notices that you’ve slowed down while riding him as your second orgasm nears. Your clit is ridiculously sensitive from the first orgasm and you’re not sure if you can handle a second one right now.
“Come on Kitten, I wanna watch you fall apart at least once more before I really fuck you.”
Shinso smirks at the pout you give him, humming to not be a brat as his fingers dig into your plush hips while he helps you rock back and forth on his cock.
It’s not long before you’re a babbling moaning mess, just how Shinso likes you, as your puffy clit rubs against him making you scream as your orgasm washes harshly over you.
Even if you’re on top Shinso is really the one in charge and he reminds you of that as he digs his feet into the mattress to give him a bit of leverage as he fucks up into you, fast and hard.
He loves when you lose control and forget about your surroundings as you come like a bitch in heat on his thick cock.
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A small part of me wants to ask for the full alphabet for both Denki and Shinsou but I don't want to put you through the hassle of doing 52 prompts so just pick one and do the full alphabet pls
XOX Sparky
hi sparky! i decided on kami because i’ve already done some for shinso. i also agreed to do a few extra prompts for shinso, and you requested AISTVX. enjoy. 🥰
aftercare -> sweet and cuddly but mostly fucked out. he takes a hot minute to reboot mentally after cumming. will start the shower for you both and make stupid jokes while you shower together.
body part -> his favorite body part on himself is his hands and his favorite body part on his partner is tits or stomach. he’s high key obsessed with tits and will pull your top down or slip under your shirt any chance he gets.
cum -> he’s got surprisingly large loads for how poorly he eats at times.
dirty secret -> denki is more into pretty feet and worshipping praising his top than he’s willing to admit outright. if you want to indulge him in that, you’re going to have to drag it out of him with a lot of teasing and reassurance that you’re not grossed out.
experience -> he’s pretty knowledgeable thanks to way too much time on the internet. in practice… unless he’s had a few long term relationships, probably little to none.
favorite position -> missionary, you on top, and prone bone. he can be pretty intimate/loving and he’s obsessed with your tits so seeing them bounce and touching, kissing them, etc is a top priority.
goofy -> he’s mostly serious bc he’s too busy whining your name or trying not to cum too quickly, but also once he gets a hold of himself as he gets older, he’s very playful and goofy.
hair -> he’s like bkg - cute and (golden) blond all over. his body hair is a bit darker than what’s on his head. and with denki, one of two things: either he hardly does a thing unless you ask him to do it more frequently, or he’s hairless from front to back. i can’t decide which.
intimacy -> he’s pretty goofy but he loves intimacy to a point. he probably came the first time you said “i love you” during sex. he’s our sentimental boy.
jack off -> he whines, even when he fucks his fist. somehow turns himself into a dazed mess when he uses a sleeve.
kink -> pet play. he’s a switch and enjoys both the role of pet and owner. electro play. not my thing, but i could see denki doing it. praise, he loves giving and receiving. light humiliation, giving and receiving. exhibition. he loves being lusted after and more than that, likes to be teased and humiliated for how much he craves it. along with that, he loves taking pictures & videos both of you and for you. dumbification. he wants to be the dumb one. also possibly edging and ruined orgasms for him.
location -> denki will get down pretty much anywhere, but a bed is always great. or on full display at his local sex dungeon i’ll be honest.
motivation -> another thing i’m undecided about. head scratches. calling him certain pet names, maybe tugging in his collar. giving him those sweet bedroom eyes with a smile that’s asking him to fuck you stupid. dirty talk. neck kisses. groping, grinding, heavy petting. his fingers in your mouth or vice versa.
no -> denki is another char i don’t ever see agreeing to hard cnc, it’s too much for him. soft cnc or somno on the other hand… he’s all over that.
oral -> ughhhh i’m so undecided on this. like bbyboy falls apart when you suck his dick much like izuku, but he also would live with his head between your legs if you let him.
pace -> faster when he’s younger mostly cause he’s a needy pussy drunk/ass drunk bbg. he can be rough as much as he wants when he wants, he’s just usually… not. like he’ll fuck you hard and fast but esp as he gets to like 30+ he’s gonna care more about quality over things like pace, roughness.
quickie -> he’s a big boy. denki’s not opposed to them, but they don’t always work out unless you really like a stretch and a sting.
risk -> yes. this mf will try just about anything at least once bc he’s as adventurous as sero.
stamina -> 1 long-ish round, 2 if he’s lucky and takes a break. as i elaborated here, denki doesn’t have stamina to outmatch the best of them nor can he go back to back, but he makes it work 👀
toys -> he has a collection of toys for his ass enjoys fucking/riding them. even if you hc denki as straight (i don’t), i’d say this holds true. he’s got no qualms about self pleasure. helps you pick toys if you’re new to them.
unfair -> there’s a reason shinkami is a ship, and this is one of them. he loves to tease until you’re begging. he doesn’t have quite as much patience as shinso on giving the teasing, but he can take a hell of a lot of it.
volume -> he’s so fucking loud you’re actually surprised the first time you hear him in bed. and he wines. groans, moans, dirty talk, babbling nonsense… his voice certainly gets good use in bed when you fuck him right.
wild card -> at least in my head he’s notorious for wearing socks while having sex unless he’s like standing on wood/tile floor tryna fuck. it’s adorable.
x ray -> i’ve already gone into some detail on what’s in his pants, but let me reiterate: denki’s a big, pretty boy. he’s got a small collection of ear piercings and lil barbell nipple rings. and @thenamesmiz said he has a tongue ring so… 👀 also he’s strong but got a pretty lean build. and he’s (probably) got the best ass in the bakusquad after bkg or mina.
yearning -> i’d say it’s up there but not as high as you’d think. 3-5 days a week give or take.
zzz -> doesn’t fall asleep too quickly. mostly just lays there dazed and fucked out until he’s ready to shower in 5-10 min. will come back for cuddles if you ask for them after.
now onto shinso. 🥰 i’ve talked about some of this stuff in the past so i hope it’s not redundant!
aftercare -> quiet and sleepy as hell. he wants a shower and a nap, whether you join him or not. dom!shin will do any aftercare request except maybe have an immediate in depth conversation about how things went. doesn’t seek out cuddles, but won’t turn affection away either.
intimacy -> kind of intimate? hitoshi’s one of those people who really struggles with vulnerability, and being intimate is exact that; it makes him panic a little internally. it might take a couple of years for you to see true intimacy from him outside of brief moments. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, though; he shows that both in and out of the bedroom. he’s just slow to trust.
stamina -> decently high stamina, can usually get you off before he cums. he can go 1-3 rounds with breaks in between. doesn’t always cum a second or third time but you both have fun trying. everything outside that is hands, mouth and toys… mostly the first two.
toys -> i’d say he has a handful; one for him, a few for you. the rest is all kink related stuff - collars, leads, rope, maybe a spreader bar, a paddle and a flogger, cuffs, etc.
volume -> he’s another one who’s not loud but kinda vocal. grunts and groans. more talk than anything, which def. doesn’t hurt because his voice is so smooth.
x ray -> i’ve talked some about what’s below the belt here, but one thing i didn’t mention is that because of his fighting style (and aizawa rubbing off on him), he’s going to be covered in scars before he hits 35. he’s got a constellation of stories and hard work, and it shows. hitoshi’s another one who’s not as lean as you might think. he’s not bulky, but he’s got a lot of muscle packed under those clothes.
relevant tags: @sluttyshigaraki @dcsiremc @neon-gothicc
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You Should've Listened ...
Tears roll down your cheeks like little clear balls of fire. You're on your back and he's laying between your legs, his head resting softly on your right thigh. His hand traces lightly around your wet lips and dripping hole. You shiver every time he increases the speed of his fingers fucking your cunt. The squelching sounds the two of you are making is music. You moan every time he puts his tongue back to twirl on your pulsing clit, his hand resting on your mound, fingers pushing down on your lower belly.
You've never felt anything like this before.
And you're ashamed to admit that you doubted him when he said he'd make you feel good.
So good.
You rolled your eyes.
But he knows the reason you roll your eyes now is because you're lost under the skilled touch of his scarred hands.
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It's 3:30 AM on Sinful Sunday and I'm up thinking about how I need to request you write a DOM as FUCK Shinsou with his rope bunny, that he refers to as kitten. Possible mind break? MAYBE quirk play involved (:
Props if he calls them Good Boy and cuddles them at the end <3
Warnings: aged-up Shinso, dom!Shinso, slight degradation
SINFUL SUNDAY
In the obscure recesses of an exclusive underground club, the atmosphere thickens with an electric tension as Shinsou takes center stage.
The flickering candlelight casts shadows on the dimly lit room, setting the stage for an intimate performance where he will unravel both your body and mind.
"Kitten," he addresses you, his voice a velvety command that resonates through the clandestine space. The air is charged with anticipation as he approaches, a predatory aura surrounding him. "Tonight, you're mine to mold, my canvas for a masterpiece of pleasure."
His quirk, an enigmatic force, dances around the edges of your consciousness, a subtle whisper weaving into the fabric of your thoughts. "Relinquish control, my dear," he suggests, his fingers trailing along your jawline with a tantalizing touch. "Let me guide you through the corridors of ecstasy."
Each knot adorning your body is deliberate, a testament to his expertise in the art of restraint. "You'll find freedom in submission, kitten," he purrs, his eyes locking onto yours, the intensity of his gaze further enhancing the effect of his quirk.
As the ropes tighten, he leans in, lips brushing against your ear. "Feel the power of surrender," he whispers, his words both an invitation and a command. "I'll make you crave the sweet surrender of your will."
You're on a leather sofa, totally bare and open for him. You can't move because of the restraints, and he commanded you to obey. Your instinct kicks in, thanks to his quirk that sown submission in your mind.
His mouth quickly finds its way to your cunny, tirelessly teasing your sensitive clit. He laps, and laps, and laps, his tongue moving skillfully up and down your slit.
Your moans fill the air as you shiver, and two of his fingers begin to sink within your pussy.
Hitoshi gazes up at your face, contorted in pleasure - eyes rolled back, lips parted, and tongue hanging out. You're on the verge of passing out already.
Shinsou gives your wet pussy a few firm slaps. "No," he states sternly, his tone icy. "I want you to watch as I eat your pussy out. If you look away, there will be consequences."
"Y-yes, master," you whimper, your voice barely recognizable, and you're unsure if the words escaped your lips or if they lingered only in your mind.
He resumes nibbling and sucking on your folds, gently nibbling your lips, eliciting moans from you.
In an instant, you go from lying on the sofa to kneeling, hands tied behind your back. Shinso takes you forcefully from behind, your head pressed against the leather cushion.
He gives your ass a firm spanks, occasionally gripping the soft flesh, pulling you closer to his groins by it. His dick reaches deep inside you, and he praises, "That's it, little kitten, you're doing so well, obeying me perfectly."
Suddenly, all you hear in your head is Hitoshi's sweet, sultry voice softly saying, "moan louder," and you comply, sounding somewhat like a distressed bitch in heat. "Shinso! Master! Yes! You're making me feel so divine! Yes, please! Please, degrade me!"
"If you ask so nicely, kitten," he says, giving your ass a firm spank. He thrusts more intensely, his hips pistoning into you as he's reaching under you to slap your clit. "You're my little bitch, a cheap whore, just good in spreading your legs for me, yeah?"
"Yes, master!" you whine through clenched teeth. Your shoulders ache from the uncomfortable position, and you're pretty certain there will be bruises on your wrists from the tight ropes.
Shinsou's dick throbs within you, and he withdraws, his cock adorned with droplets of your runny, white juices. "On your knees, kitten," he commands, and you obediently follow his directive.
The violet-haired man jerks his dick fast, grunting and gasping while spreading your essence all over his lengthy shaft. He slaps your face with his free hand. "Open your fucking mouth."
Once more, you follow his command, finding yourself completely unable to refuse.
With a deep, throaty grunt, he reaches climax, releasing on your face. His semen sprays all over your nose, lips, chin, and forehead, painting your face white. Shinsou hissed, softly tracing the outlines of your lips with his thumb. "What does a good girl say, hmm?"
Softly licking his cum from your lips, you meet his gaze and whisper, "Thank you, master."
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Hitoshi Shinso Headcannons
Fluff:
He loves to make playlists for everything with you
He will call you babydoll or pretty boy
Be prepared for compliments all the time
He loves sleeping next to you
He will send you cat memes or photos to start a conversation
He'll take you on dates to the humane society and animal shelters
He's a quiet observer so he'll know your habits better than you do
Angst:
He struggles with anxiety and depression
If he's too deep in a spiral he'll be snappy with you
He won't think he deserves anything about you so he'll self-sabotage your relationship
Comfort:
He's highly observant so if you start acting weird he'll know just like that
He will apologise with desserts and chocolate
If you're sick or on your period he'll get you your favorite coffee or tea or other drink
He's not big on pda but if you touch him he'll reciprocate
No discrimination whatsoever. He loves all body types, he loves all sexualities, he loves all genders.
This man quite literally can't wrap his head around things like racism, homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, etc.
Spicy:
Ass and thighs and stomach guy
Anywhere on your body that's a good cushy pillow is his favorite
Body worship hardcore
Sometimes he'll be vanilla other times you aren't walking for a good day or two
He will lick your cunt for half an hour and still be going
He makes you look at him through everything, it doesn't matter what it is, you are looking at him one way or another
Maybe bondage, he might be a bit wary at first because he doesn't want to hurt you ever
His kinks: daddy kink, mommy kink, praise kink, and choke kink
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Voice Over
Fandom: My Hero Academia,
Warnings: Angst, Smut, Insecurity, Spanking, Cream-Pie, Soft-ish Sex, Nipple Play, Friends to Lovers, Background Suggested KiriBaku and IzuOcha.
Word Count: 6.7k.
Summary: Shinso has been using his voice modulator to fulfil other people's fantasies, but all you want is for him to be himself.
A/N: This is my first dip into Shinso. It was a lot of fun and I quite liked discovering 'my' version of his character for this!
It’s by accident that you bump into Kirishima leaving Shinso’s apartment at almost eight on a Saturday morning. He’s dressed, just, in a pair of lounge shorts that look half-pulled up and an open shirt that is half tucked into his boxers. There’s only one sock on his foot when he topples over the threshold and his eyes blow wide when he sees you, phone half out of your pocket in the hallway.
‘H - Hi.’ Swallowing hard, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. It doesn’t crease his eyes. ‘I - Uh, I was just… Uhm, I - What’re you doing here so early?’
Lifting the small paper bag in your hand, the logo of a local eatery emblazoned on the front, you raise your eyebrows. ‘De-brief and breakfast.’
‘Oh.’ Kirishima’s lips form a circle as he clings to the duffle bag he has pressed to his chest.
‘There’s enough for three, if -.’
‘Oh. No. No. No. I should, I need to get to work…’ He gives you that smile again, although it’s a little dimmer than usual.
‘If you’re sure…’
‘Yeah. Yeah… I -.’ With his legs unlocking under him, Kirishima makes for the stairs. ‘Thanks for the offer, anyway!’
‘No problem.’ You call after him as red hair vanishes in the stair well. ‘Tell Katsuki I said hi!’
His voice is dim in the stairwell. ‘I will!’
Chuckling to yourself, you turn back to the door and knock with two shallow taps. There’s barely a beat before it’s pulled open, a tired and shirtless Shinso occupying its frame.
‘He’s subtle.’ You smirk. ‘And you look like you’ve been mauled.’ Slipping past him, you try not to stare at the thick scratches across Shinso’s hips and down the length of his back.
Shinso rolls his eyes, but smiles as he drawls a bored: 'Don't know what you're talking about.' before turning to shut the door. Yawning, he stretches, lithe body pulling taught as he pulls up onto the balls of his feet and links his hands together over his head with straight locked elbows. 'You got tofu?'
You clench your jaw shut when it falls ajar and quickly avert your gaze in favour of unpacking your bag onto his low-set coffee table. 'What do you take me for?'
Padding over to the couch, he tosses himself down with a groan and tugs on the back of your shirt. As soon as you turn, peering over your shoulder with an arched eyebrow he reaches out with his palms and grabs at the air repeatedly.
'Didn't your mother teach you how to use words?'
He makes the gesture again, a grin slowly stealing his lip.
Shaking your head, you collect the few items you'd ordered for him together before dropping them into his hands.
There's a beat as he rifles through his stash and then, he's huffing and yanking a large cup from the center of the pile. 'You got tea, too?'
'Usual for now, chamomile for later.'
Shinso groans as soon as he finishes taking a long, drawn out sip from the edge and lets his head loll back against the sofa. 'You're a dream come fucking true.'
You chuckle, sifting through the bags until you find your own meal and set it on your lap. 'Are you talking to me or your tea?' From the corner of your eye you watch him smirk and press a kiss the side of his cup.
'My tea... Who else?'
Rolling your eyes, you poke around in your small take-out box hoping that the distraction will soothe the butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks are heating, your limbs light and tingly as you steal another sideways glance at your partner.
'So...' Shinso catches your eye and straightens up. 'When do you wanna start, y'know...'
You swallow, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he gets comfortable again. It's hard not to stare. Especially, when he's sat in front of you, lazy and relaxed with no shirt and his sweat-pants so low on his hips the elastic of his boxers is clearly visible. 'Huh?'
'… Going over the mission?' Leaning forward, he digs his elbows into his knees and furrows his eyebrows. The fat over his abs bunches, rolling adorably. 'You okay?'
'Yeah... Yeah.' You force a smile to your lips and shake yourself, trying not to look at his stomach and think about how his skin would taste. 'You wanna start now?'
'Right.' Stuffing a mouthful of rice into his face, Shinso shifts his food onto the coffee table and stands. He wipes his hands on his sweat pants, inadvertently pushing them further down his hips as he pads off towards his home office.
It takes a second for you to steady your heart, a palm pressed to your sternum telling you that you're a few beats shy of almost passing out as you bite your lip. The thick scratch marks down Shinso's spine are bright red and harsh, standing out vividly against his skin and dipping low into his underwear. They make your mind drift, wondering just what it would be like to leave your own marks...
'So -.'
You jump when he reappears, too caught up in your day dreaming to notice him.
Shinso stops, smiling. There's a collection of folders in his arms, binders and loose files piled high, along with a collection of discs and his mask that balances awkwardly atop the pile. The weight makes his biceps bulge. 'What's got you so distracted?'
'Huh?' Clearing your throat, you blink. 'Just – just thinking about the case.'
A wry smile takes hold of his lip, but even though he doesn't believe you he doesn't push. Instead, he skates around the front of the sofa and sits himself back down with a soft: umphf. Scattering the folders on the cushions between you, he plucks his food back from the table and re-fills his cheeks. 'That's everything, knock yourself out.'
You hum and wipe your hands on one of the small, brown napkins before digging into the mess of files. In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner. The papers are organised perfectly, dates and times ordered, reports immaculately filled out and all the research stapled together to stop it from getting lost or mixed up. You look up, chewing on your lip as a warmth blooms once more in your stomach to see...
Shinso's eyes almost roll clean into the back of his head when he takes a bite of the sweet pastry you'd sneaked into his breakfast order. There's crumbs on his lips, the skin wet and rosy from where he's licked them. A groan breaches his mouth, the dull timbre vibrating in the back of his throat and making his Adam's apple shake.
In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner, but in other's he's the worst.
'Can you, like, not.' An all too familiar rush of heat makes its way up through your stomach making you want to curl over around it. Clenching your jaw, you suck at the sides of your cheeks and will the heat not to drift lower.
'What?' He speaks around a mouthful, cheeks puffed out, all evidence of his former seduction wilting quickly as he tries to chew.
'N – Nothing, just...' You swallow and attempt to roll your eyes, adverting your gaze, but get caught as he anxiously licks his lips again.
His eyebrows raise, concern etching itself onto his soft cheeks. 'Have I got something on my face?'
'No.'
'My chest? I haven't managed to drip...'
'No.'
'Why're you staring then?' He blinks.
Finally managing you wrench your gaze from him, you glare at the folders on the couch. ''m not staring.'
Shinso wriggles closer, a smirk itching at his lip. 'You were.'
'Can we just get on with this?' Snapping your eyes back up to him, you sigh. There's something wriggling in your stomach, something that only seems to worsen when his look of smugness transforms into one of reservation.
'Yeah. Sure...' Twisting, he slips his meal back onto the coffee table before taking up his mask. He fiddles with the dials on it, large, calloused hands looking almost dainty as he manipulates the metal making it click dull into the new silence of the room.
You try not to sound dejected when he falls straight back into work mode. His shoulders are still relaxed, but there's a new tension making the vicious scratches on his shoulders look taught and angry. There's a littering of bruises too, still purple and fresh scattered down the side of his neck – only visible when he tilts his head just right. It makes your stomach flip. ‘We need the voice mod frequencies you where using too…’
Shinso nods, pulling the mask onto his face he secures it quickly and hauls in a breath before... 'This was the -' Bakugo’s voice sifts through the air, pushed easily through the metal bars of Shinso’s mask with an airy breath. His eyes are dragged wide, a soft blush peaking out from above the edges of the voice modulator. He laughs, attempting to break the tension, but winces as soon as Bakugo's harsh snorting leaps into the air from his mouth. Unbuckling the mask, Shinso slips it off of his face to reveal reddening cheeks. He looks caught, like a child preparing to be scolded.
You tilt your head, feeling a rush of something cold trickle down your spine. 'Why'd you do it?'
'What?'
'Fuck people who want you to pretend you're someone else.'
Shinso blanches, the redness of his cheeks quickly vanishing back into the paleness of his skin as he blinks. Swallowing, he sinks into the couch, turning just enough to press his entire back to the cushions. When he speaks, it's quiet, but firm. 'I'm helping them.'
You shake your head. 'You're hurting yourself.'
He shrugs. 'Are we going to go through the report, or -.'
Part of you wants to push, wants to force him to explain... but, you drop it when you notice that he's knotting his hands in his lap. His knuckles look red, raw from where he's bending them around each other. You grit your teeth. Then, before you can think better of it, you reach out leaning across the folders between you to prise his hands from one another, stopping his twisting. He let's you take his hand with surprising ease, replacing his own fingers with your own as you press your palm to his and entwine your digits.
Staring at your hand, encased in his as it sits in his lap, Shinso feels his heart stutter in his chest. Feeling your touch loosen his tongue, he keeps his eyes trained on your hands when he lets his jaw drop to speak. 'Me and Kirishima...' He starts. 'We haven't been... It's only been a few months.'
You hum. 'He wasn't the first?'
Shinso shakes his head and chuckles. 'Nah...' Shifting his grip, he resists the urge to brush his thumb across the soft skin of your hand. 'Uraraka.'
'What?'
'It was Uraraka. The first one, the one who... Y'know.' He chuckles, but there's no humour under his words. 'She was trying to get over Midoriya before... Well, before they figured their shit out.'
'That's...' Your nose wrinkles. 'And you said, yes?'
'Seemed like a good idea at the time... Didn't expect it to, y'know, turn into a whole thing.'
Lifting your thumb, you brush it across the back of his hand and shuffle until the folders are digging into both of your thighs. 'But, doesn't it -.'
'I don't really think about it any more.' Despite himself, Shinso finds himself sinking further into the touch. He drags his eyes up, following the flow of your body from hand, to wrist, to elbow and shoulder until his gaze is dragging across the plain of your neck and settling on your lips. 'It's just sex.'
'...Where you pretend to be other people.'
'Role play is a thing.' For the first time in a while, a smile tugs at his lip. He squeezes your hand.
You let his smile infect you, bringing one to your own lips before curiosity is itching at the back of your neck once again. 'When was the last time you didn't use it?'
'The modulator?' He blows air of out his nose and whistles low. 'Uh... Maybe -.'
You arc an eyebrow and reach over him, pinching at his elbow with you empty hand. 'You can't remember, can you?'
He flinches, but chuckles. 'I can, I can – I just...'
You pinch him again. 'Don't lie.'
'Just let me think!'
And again. 'You're thinking up a lie.'
Twisting himself, he snatches at your hand and wraps a palm around your wrist. 'So what if I am?'
Rolling your eyes, you play at his hand with your fingertips, routinely lifting each digit and putting it back down with a soft little tap. 'You're insufferable...' You twist your wrist in his grasp until you can get hold of his forearm. 'Why won't you give me a straight answer?'
A cold chill breaks out across his shoulders when your question hits him, but it melts easily off of his shoulders when he catches your eye, replaced by an awkward smile. He wants to tell you, to open up his stomach and spill his guts, but he can't. The words jam in his throat, caught below the idea of appearing pathetic to... Well, to you.
'Just spit it out... Shin, it's just me... I -.'
He groans. That's the problem, he thinks.
'C'mon, it's hardly as if you can't get laid without it. I mean, fucking look at you...' You giggle, eyebrows raising high off of your forehead. 'You can't not know you're hot.'
Shinso's mouth drops open.
'Oh, fuck off, Shin. I've been sat here trying not to drip onto your damn couch because you're just wondering around with no shirt on...' You slip your hand from his and gesture at him, voice slowly growing more animated as his eyebrows somehow migrate higher into his hair line. 'And those pants are so low I can practically see the start of your cock, so I don't know where you get off trying to -.' You yelp, flinching back when Shinso leans over to wrap a large hand around your jaw, effectively silencing you.
'Really?'
With your cheeks pressed together, your words come out awkward and slurred. 'Huh?'
'You...' He licks his lips. 'You think, that I'm – me – I -.'
'Hot, yes... How're you struggling with this?'
'But...' Shaking his head, Shinso releases your chin. 'We work together.'
'Yeah.' A chuckle leaves your lips as you mourn the heat of his hand on your skin. You're tempted to chase it, to press your cheeks back into his palm, but you don't. 'So you can imagine how hard my life is...'
A smile creases Shinso's mouth, lips stretching wide as something curious creeps into his eyes. 'Would you want to...'
'Want to...'
He rolls his eyes so hard the strain burns. 'You've just admitted that you're wet -.'
You squeak and hit him. 'It was hyperbole.'
'So, you don't want to fuck me then?'
Licking at your teeth, you squirm. 'I didn't say that.'
'So...' Shuffling, he untangles his hand from yours and snatches his mask from the table. His hands manipulate the buckles, twisting and turning until they unlatch and he can raise it to his face. 'Who do you want me to be?'
Your shoulders sag. There's a stone in your stomach, one that only sinks deeper as you watch him hold the modulator over his cheek bones.
'You already know I do a pretty good Bakugo...' He fiddles with the dials at the sides of his mask. 'Or... I could do: Todoroki?' This time, when his voice slips into your ears its encased in ice. Todoroki's flat tone is a weird comparison beside Shinso's natural lazy drawl. 'Or...' Giving one of the dials a decent turn and causing the machine to whirr horribly, he coughs twice before... 'I could be Midoriya?'
Your nose wrinkles.
'Definitely not Midoriya, then...' Instantly, his hands are back twisting at his mask, but before he can spit out another foreign voice your hand is covering the front of his masks grill.
''Toshi...' Shifting closer, you move the folders that separate you and test the waters by laying a soft hand on his shoulder. He presses into your touch, which bolsters your confidence encouraging you to swing a leg over his hips. You come down softly at either side of his thighs and catch his jaw in your hands tossing the mask off to the side to reveal his face again. 'I don't want you to be anyone else...' You smile, pressing in close until you can feel his breath hitch against your lips. '… I want you.'
'Holy shit.' In his chest, his heart races beating an odd beat against his ribs as he sinks into the couch. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, doesn't know what to say or how to breathe. 'I -.'
'I just want you, 'Toshi.'
For the first time in a long time, Shinso doesn't have to think before he acts. There's no thought behind the way he reaches for your waist and kneads at your skin in his hands, no wondering if he's acting like the person he's pretending to be, if the movement matches the voice. No. Instead, he acts. Just acts. Surging forward, he cranes his neck to kiss you and swallows down the soft moan you grant him when your lips touch his.
There's something easy in kissing him. Your lips knead against his, stealing soft gasps as you rock yourself deeper into his lap. Your pelvis meets his, the thin material of your pants doing nothing to cushion the growing swell poorly hidden in his sweatpants. Pulling back for half a second, you let your forehead rest against his. Your heart is beating out of your chest, the thin later of muscle and bone separating it from your skin seeming more fragile by the second as you wriggle, paused and nervous. 'Don't you want me too?'
'Yeah.' Shinso leans up, forcing you back on his thighs, but before you can get far he's wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. 'Fuck, yes.'
A smile tickles your lip as he echoes your expression. You feel it, the grin, on your chin and neck as he pecks at your skin. The first kiss he litters on your body is at the turn of your jaw and dry. The second, wetter – thanks to a quick lick of his lips - is placed gently along the line of your pulse. The third however, isn't a kiss at all. Starting at the base of your neck, he licks a thick, long stripe from the plain of your shoulder to the edge of your ear.
'Can feel your heartbeat...' He mumbles, lips pressed to you skin. The dull thumbing of your heart radiates through his skin, each beat like a siren call as he wonders how worked up he can get you. 'Feels like you're a little excited.'
You chuckle, but rock forward making sure that your pelvis presses heavily over his hardness. A gasp leaps from his throat for your trouble. 'Feels like I'm not the only one.'
He hums and bucks, forcing you to feel more of his cock. His hands squeeze at your waist, palms flattening as they slip down your back with his fingers playing at your spine. Slipping his hands half-underneath your ass, he gropes at you kneading the flesh before sitting up straighter. 'You keep on like this and we're not gonna get to my bedroom, baby.'
Reaching behind you, you prise his hands from your ass and slip off of his lap. His forwardness has you eager, your body already flaming and desperate, but as the mood steadily grows heavier you come to one, startling realisation... It's Tuesday.
He reaches for you, fingers brushing the skin of your wrist as if to pull you closer once more, but before he can gain purchase on your limb you're taking a solid step backwards.
'Best get moving then...' Tilting your head, you offer him nothing but a coy smile and a raised eyebrow before darting off in the direction of his bedroom.
'Oi!' He's on his feet in an instant, eyes wide with a chuckle on his tongue as his socked feet and hard cock make a mischief of trying to catch you. 'Come here you little shit!' Slipping, he skids around the side of the couch and all but tumbles down the corridor after you, only to have his own bedroom door slammed in his face. 'Oi – what...' Pushing against it, he's surprised to meet resistance. 'Baby?'
Behind the door, the pet name makes you shiver, but there's no time to indulge the tingling that seeps through your stomach as you flick open your pants and fight with the hem of your shirt. 'One second...'
'You're -.' The door handle jiggles. 'You're in my room. I thought – I don't know what kind of sex you've been having, but I don't really get how I'm supposed to fuck you through the door.'
'You're not!'
He presses a shoulder to the door, pushing a little harder against it. Whatever you've jammed behind it is already giving. 'Then let me in...'
'In a second.' Struggling still, you're almost all the way out of your t-shirt when the door slams open, revealing a confused and slightly panting Shinso.
'What...' He hauls in a breath. 'Was all that about...'
'I -.' Biting at your lip, you try and swallow the embarrassment coiling in your stomach. Your whole face is burning, you can feel it even obscured by the bulk of your shirt as it sticks to your elbows and shields your face.
Slowly, he pads towards you. Taking hold of the hem of your shirt, he peels it upwards and grins crooked when you finally reappear. With your t-shirt in his hands, he thumbs at the material. 'What's all this about?'
Your hands cover your chest.
'If you don't want to -.'
'No...' It leaves your lips as a shout, louder than you had intended.
'Okay. So... What's with the...' He gestures you with your shirt. 'Y'know.'
'You can't laugh.'
'At what?'
Hauling in a breath, you squeeze your eyes shut. There's hardly any hiding now anyway. Gingerly, you remove your hands from your chest and slip your thumbs into the open waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs. 'I didn't know that... Y'know, and – Well, I'm not exactly -.' Your explanation is cut short when cold fingertips meet your hip.
'Is that a hole?'
'No.' You squeak and swat at him, batting his hand away from what is definitely a hole in the seam of your underwear. 'Yes... I – I've been working overtime and with this stupid mission I haven't had time to go shopping and -.'
This time, when Shinso touches you, he drops your t-shirt to place both hands on your hips. His thumbs brush across your skin just above your underwear. 'That's what this was about?'
You nod, biting viciously at the inside of your cheek. 'I kind of...' Swallowing a chuckle, you look down at your feet. 'I kind of wanted to be sexy... Not -.'
'You are sexy...' Releasing your hip with one hand, he places it under your jaw to tilt your head back up. 'Even with holes in your underwear.'
Part of you wants to snap back, to deny him and call him a liar, but that's hard when he's looking at you like he wants to devour you. His eyes are dark pits, molten and burning as he tears his gaze hungrily across your body. Tip-toeing slightly, you press your nose to his – a silent request.
He grants you it easily, letting your lips come together. His hand return to roaming, slipping down your back and cupping your ass to give it another healthy squeeze. When he pulls away, his eyebrows are furrowed. 'Have these got writing on?'
'No – I.'
A broken chuckle escapes his mouth when he grabs your arm and spins you on the spot. His eyes land on your ass, the plush flesh wrapped in green cotton that has definitely seen better days – the word: 'Tuesday' written in faded gold right across your cheeks.
'Stop laughing at me...' You whine.
'Not laughing...' His voice is smoky as he places a kiss on your shoulder. 'Just admiring.'
The slap that meets your ass is hard enough to sting. You gasp and tilt forward, only to be caught by strong arms wrapping around you. With his chest presses to your back, you're free to grind against the cock pressing to your ass – earning yourself your own chuffed moan of appreciation.
'Appreciating...' Purring over your shoulder, he kneads your ass in his hands. 'You have a great ass, you know.'
'Your sudden obsession with it might have given that away...' A soft kiss is placed on your shoulder, making you stretch out your neck. Your cunt flutters, heartbeat causing it to drool straight into your underwear as Shinso continues to grope at you and litter kisses up and down your neck.
Letting his hands reluctantly drift back up your sides, Shinso leans back just enough to unclasp your bra and slip it from your shoulders before spinning you until you’re chest to chest again. He urges you backwards, slow steps pushing you closer and closer to the edge of his bed until, with a squeak, you fall backwards onto it. You're barely given a second to bounce before there's a knee at your hip and his body is towering over you.
You reach out, fingers pressing to the skin of his chest as you trail soft touches down his stomach. It makes your stomach tense and flutter, being able to feel him like this. Each hard ridge of muscle is cushioned, layered gently with fat the squishes under your hands. Dragging your nails back up his chest, you thumb at his nipples and earn yourself a sharp groan.
'Fuck.' With his head rocking back on his shoulders, Shinso makes a place for himself between your thighs. Hauling them up, he encourages you to cling to his waist as you play at him earning more moans from his throat.
Licking your lips, you lean up to press your lips to the cleft of his pecs. 'You like that?'
'What? Me moaning isn't enough?' He snarks.
'Maybe I just want to hear more?' Laying out your tongue, you press the flat to a nipple and flick at it making sure to keep your eyes on his. The bump of his Adam's apple bobs, locking away a whine that makes his whole body shake. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you dig the heel of your foot into his ass to press him close making him feel how wet you are even through the layers still separating you.
Shinso hisses. Snatching at your hands, he pins them above your head against the mattress in one of his. He smirks before dipping his head to your chest and treating you in kind. Kissing at the highest point of your breast, he takes his time working his way down to your nipple. His teeth graze your skin making you buck and wrap around him tighter as your chest arcs from the bed, but even if you wanted to escape, you're not sure you'd be able.
Just by tasting your skin, Shinso knows he's done for. Sucking a bruise into tit, he finally lets his mouth wrap around your nipple. A chorus of moans flood his ears making his cock kick in his sweats. Already he can feel the simmering heat in his stomach bubbling.
You grind against him, cunt searching for a friction it can't find as you roll against him again and again while forcing his hips flush with yours.
You feel good, almost too good. Shinso pulls back. He's no stranger to sex. There's barely a week when he doesn't have at least someone anxious to join him in bed and yet, now, he finds himself paused. Something vicious wriggles in his stomach, sharp thoughts poking at the soft sides of his mind.
Usually, he takes his lovers from behind. It works better that way... If they can't see him. Allows them to squeeze shut their eyes and lose themselves to the feel, to the voice of their choosing that snakes into their ears after being warped by his mask. It allows them to forget that it's really Shinso that they're sleeping with.
In this position, with you on your back underneath him, he can see everything. Not just your tits, that sit perfect and inviting barely a foot from his lips, or your throat and the way it hollows as you gulp down air, preparing the next pretty sound you'll let free, but your face. It's your eyes that do it. The cupid's bow of your lips and the easy fall of your mouth is tantalising, but it's nothing compared to the raw and complete lust that burns in bright iris' as you look at him.
Him.
It makes him feel hot and suddenly, he becomes frighteningly aware that when the final throws of pleasure slip from his tongue, it is his voice you'll be hearing.
'Shin...' You mumble, eyes searching his face as you watch his cheeks pinken while the rest of the colour slips from his features. 'Hitoshi...'
'Are...' Gulping, he lets the pit in his stomach eat away at him. 'Are you sure you don't want me to get my mask?'
Your eyebrows knit as the hand wrapped around your wrists keeping you down loosens.
'I could do -.' He's half way up, hands now placed on your calves as he moves to try and wriggle entirely from your hold.
''Toshi.' You follow him, unhooking your legs from his waist to let him sit on his haunches at the end of the bed.
'My Grand is a bit rusty, but -.'
''Toshi.' Reaching out, you cup his cheek and brush a thumb across his skin. 'If I wanted to fuck Bakugo or Todoroki or Shindo... I'd be in one of their beds right now, not yours.'
His mouth drops open. He wants to believe you, wants to be able to submit to the fluttering in his stomach, but -.
'Stop it.'
He blinks.
'I want you, 'Toshi... Just you -.' Shuffling closer, you bump your nose to his and fold your knees until they box in his hips. 'Let me show you... Please. Let me prove it.'
Your eyes swell, iris' bursting as he finds himself unable to turn away. His cock is still hard and bobbing, unperturbed by his emotional dilemma as he slowly lets himself melt into you. It's a new feeling, this, being wanted... Being seen, but as he watches your gaze eat hungrily at his features he can't help, but allow himself to believe you, just a little. 'Okay...'
A smile almost ruins your next kiss as you bring your lips together slow. Linking your hands around the back of his neck, you urge him down until your body is covered by his once more. 'Take your pants off...' You mumble against his mouth. 'Let me see you.'
He hauls in a breath, but consents moving only far enough away to be able to awkwardly shuffle out of his pants. They're tossed aside, his underwear too in the vague direction of his washing basket leaving him bare to you. His hands skate up the outside of your thigh, thumb slipping under the hem of yours. 'Can I?'
You lift your hips in answer and let him strip you, although his hands are gripping your hips where the elastic had been moments before.
'You're so fucking pretty.' Shuffling on his knees, he straddles one of your thighs and inches closer.
Biting your lip, you share your gaze between the wildness in his eyes and the heaviness of his cock. He's not the biggest you've ever seen, but solid and lithe. Longer than he is thick, his pale skin darkens as it reaches the tip where it glosses a deep rose and leaks in translucent droplets that dip against your stomach. Winding violet veins weave their way down his shaft, pulsing slightly with each twitch of his cock before vanishing entirely into a wiry mess of purple pubic hair that runs from his base all the way up to his belly button thinning as it goes. ''Toshi...' You whine.
He shivers, breathless, cock kicking again. 'Yeah?'
Releasing his neck, you slip a hand down your body and skate a feather-light touch along his cock before reaching the mound of your cunt. You make sure his eyes have followed your hand, glowing orbs locked on the stickiness you spread for him between stretched fingers. 'Touch me...'
There's no telling him twice. His thumb taps at your clit causing a shock of pleasure to shoot down your spine. Rotating his finger slightly, he rubs at you until his skin dampens with your slick and then, he's slipping down, down, down.
He stretches you out with two fingers but despite his being larger than your own – it isn't enough. You writhe and roll your hips, attempting to force him deeper, but each of your efforts reward you with nothing. 'Hitoshi... Hitoshi, I need more.'
His stomach tenses, something spinning in his chest as the sound of his own name slips your lips. It's music – something he'd never thought he'd hear and coming from you... Well, he doesn't think he'll let anyone else say his name again now. Licking his lips as spit collects in his mouth, he still somehow finds his mouth dry when he asks: 'Say my name. Say my name again and I'll give you anything you want.'
'Hitoshi...'
'Again.' He curls his fingers.
Struggling to keep your eyes on him, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. 'Hit – oshi...'
'Fuck...'
You almost whimper when he pulls his fingers from your cunt. His absence burns, making you desperate, but the soft kiss of his cock against your folds is enough to lock the noise back behind your teeth.
'You want it?' He rubs his tip against your clit, smearing both of your stickiness together.
Nodding, your hands snap around his elbow as he curves himself over you and presses in. The first inch feels like heaven. He carves you out, forcing your body to submit to his as he feeds you more and more.
Shinso shifts, rocking his hips just enough to bottom out as he encourages one of your thighs up and holds it close to his chest. The position lets him sink in an extra inch and he revels in the dul hiss it earns from between your teeth. His other hand falls to your clit, massaging barely-there circles into your skin as he begins to move.
'Shit...' Pleasure fizzes impossibly in your stomach, your whole body burning as you press your shoulders back and into the pillow under your head. 'Feel so good... Just – just like that 'Toshi.'
Preening under your praise, he thrusts into you harder while keeping his touch on your clit light. You feel divine wrapped around his cock, tight and warm and squeezing him so perfectly that it's hard for him to keep a set pace. Fixated on the connection of your bodies, he watches how you swallow him down, cunt hungry as you take everything he's willing to give, but his breath is stolen from his lungs when his eyes flicker to your face.
'Shit, 'Toshi... Ha – Harder...'
Your eyes have glossed over, wet lashes glowing faintly as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. He can see it, the urge to let your body snap back and curl, but you fight it. There's nothing, but pleasure glowing on your cheeks, making you look like a vision. A vision he wants to see come undone. Adding more pressure to your clit, he makes sure each of his strokes hits the sponginess inside of you, earning more babbling moans. 'Don't...' He clenches his jaw, feeling his balls pull up and tight. 'Don't know how much longer I'm going to -.'
'Close.' You choke. There's a static in your mind as Shinso somehow shoves you closer to the edge. It takes barely a minute before you feel the tell-tale rush, the blinding pleasure that has your cunt pulsing and beckoning him to a mutual end. A dull scream is torn from your throat, hands balling in the sheets beside your head as he fucks you through your orgasm and almost makes your vision blank.
'I'm – I -.' His chest heaves as he tries to rein himself in, even with his hips still frantically rutting into you. 'Where... Shit – where do you want me, me to -.'
Curling upwards, you drop your leg from his chest and wrap it around the back of his waist forcing him flush against your pelvis. He pulls out, despite the pulse of your cunt, but before he can wriggle more than a few inches free you're tensing your leg and urging him back in.
'Shit. Baby, baby, I can't – I'm gonna – Gonna cum in – ins -' It isn't panic that zips down his spine when he finds his cock spilling while still buried deep inside of you, instead, his whole stomach fills with heat. There's something about filling you that clouds his vision and turns him stupid, allowed to think of nothing that isn't your body and how well it takes his. Tipping forward, he braces himself at either side of your shoulders and lets his forehead rest to yours.
It's ethereal, watching him come apart as you swallow each of his needy pants and whines. He's shivering, cock still pulsing and spreading white in your cunt as you wrap your arms around him and cling. One of your hands slips into his hair, nails scratching and tugging, forcing more stuttering moans out of his mouth.
You won't look away, eyes burring into his as he feels his entire body grow heavy and pleasure fade to his fingertips. It's takes a while for him to come back to himself, for his cock to settle and his breathing to level out again, but when he does... You're still looking at him.
'You look beautiful when you cum.' You itch at the base of his skull and smile.
His chest expands. It's strange, he thinks, he quite likes being looked at by you. Your touch is soft as you trail fingers down his spine and he's helpless not to sink into it. 'Yeah?'
'Yeah...' You press a kiss to his lips. 'Sound pretty good too.'
A blush blooms on his cheeks causing him to shuffle back. His cock slips free, bringing with it a gentle flood of cum that has him somehow, blushing deeper. 'I – uh...'
'Still think I want you to wear that stupid mask?' Cocking an eyebrow, you pull him back down and tangle your limbs as soon as he hits the mattress beside you. You settle against his chest, his arms looping around your shoulders as a smile tugs at his lip and a dull chuckle vibrates in the back of his throat.
'You might have convinced me.' He presses a kiss to your forehead.
'I can fuck you again if it'd help?'
'You know what?' Tilting his head, he shifts you until his hand can travel down your side gripping at your flesh as he goes. Rounding the turn of your hip, he lays one, hard slap against your ass. 'It might.'
You squeak, jolting against him, but nip at the turn of his neck in retaliation. He groans, settling to take a grip of your ass to squeeze instead.
'Hey, baby...' Shinso noses your cheek.
'Mmm?'
He taps your ass. 'Isn't it Saturday?'
-> Masterlist
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Dammit after that sketch I’m thinking about pulling on Shinso’s hair while he goes down on you, unable to help yourself from grinding your cunt against that pretty black piercing on his tongue, even though you know he likes to take his time.
And finally he just sits back, looking up at you like he’s bored with your antics and goes “sit still.” 🫠
#yeah I’m a fan#I’m also a fan of him using his quirk during sex#mha#t writes#cowboy anon writes#thecowboyanon writes#hitoshi shinsou#Shinso smut#smut#Shinso thirst#Shinso x reader#Shinso x fem! reader
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Fwb- Hitoshi Shinso x reader
Pairing: Shinso x reader
Warnings: descriptions of sx, smut.
Rating: NSFW mdni.
MASTERLIST
NOTE: This post is part of my friends with benefits mha series of smaus. (PART1, PART2, PART3, PART4)
#mha scenario#bnha scenario#bnha headcanons#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bnha smut#mha smut#mha smau#shinso x reader smau#shinso scenario#shinso smut#shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinso imagine#shinso imagine#shinso smau
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over my shoulder
yan. shinso x reader | series masterlist | 18+
descr: with extreme and debilitating anxiety that has led to your desensitization, you think you're privy to feeling out danger before it strikes you. you're wrong.
<alt text: ( stalker!shinso )>
warnings: non-con, smut, pre-established trauma (r*pe), extreme anxiety/paranoia, victim blaming/shaming, abuse of prescriptions, self harm, suicidal ideation, disassociation, negativity around hospitalization, violent intrusive thoughts, kidnapping, murder, specific reader characterizations, manipulation, anorexia/bulimia allusions
note 01: sooo this is largely based upon my own trauma and mental framework. it's a really really dark depiction. it might dampen your mood, but i promise it's a good read :) ! please make sure to examine the warning tags closely.
02**: reader's quirk is enhanced senses. upon activation, emotions and sensations are pretty much exacerbated. reader never learns how to channel or control it to its full potential, only to turn it on and off.
˗ˋˏ CHAPTER LIST ˎˊ˗
01. VICTIMHOOD
02. HABITUAL
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You seduce Hitoshi.
Warnings: Hitoshi aged up | NSFW
2,000 words~
Hitoshi sipped on the glass of wine you handed him. He eyed you as you puttered around the kitchen finding another glass for yourself.
His mind was overflowing with thoughts. Why had you called him over so late suddenly?
It must have been a few years since you both graduated from U.A. and he hadn't heard from you since then. However, tonight he got a message from you asking- no demanding him to come over. Hitoshi had the largest crush on you back in U.A. to the point that it was stupid. Ever since your first spar he found himself captivated by you. You were a strong confident hero, everything he wanted to be himself and you did it effortlessly.
So- of course, when he received your late-night message inviting him over, he dropped everything he was doing and drove to your apartment.
Finally locating another wine glass, you slipped it between your fingers and poured yourself a sturdy glass.
"So, uh- it's good to see you again," he spoke, trying to break the confusing tension.
"Good to see you too general studies~" You teased as you stalked back over to where he was sitting.
General Studies
It was the nickname you used to tease him with at U.A. Even after he transferred to the hero course, you made it a point to continue to use the playful nickname.
If anyone else had called him that, his blood would have boiled. He worked hard to train and transfer to the hero course. However, when the teasing words danced off your lips, he felt no anger at all. Quite the opposite.
The way your eyes looked at him up and down, and the corner of your mouth raised to a smirk when you said it always left him flustered. Even now.
Hitoshi continued to attempt small talk with you however, found himself at a loss for words at your next action. "How have you been? I think I heard you are working at-," he was in the middle of saying as you plopped yourself down in his lap.
He was left open-mouthed as you adjusted yourself on his lap making yourself comfortable.
"Hmm~ what were you asking me?" You teased him taking in the stunned boy's expression and placing a hand on his cheek.
"Uh-" Hitoshi tried to regain his train of thought but your hand found its way to his hair, running your fingers gently through his purple strands.
Boys are so easy, you laughed to yourself.
"That's ok Shinso, I didn't call you over to make small talk anyway," You spoke and placed a kiss on his neck eliciting a soft moan from him.
"Hey, I-," Hitoshi spoke clearing his throat. "You know I- I've been interested in you since U.A.," He spoke.
"Mhm~" You murmured.
"So, I-," Hitoshi kept trying to form his words into a complete sentence but the way you began to rock back and forth on his lap sent all the blood from his brain rushing elsewhere. "So, I- uh- would actually like to get to know you." He finally managed to say.
"Mmmm~ this is a good way to get to know me wouldn't you say?" You said with another wink and a small lick to his neck. "Besides little mockingbird~ do you really want me to stop?" You challenged and moved your gaze to make eye contact with the hero.
Hitoshi's eyes were already swimming in lust, his mouth hung agape as he tried to get himself to reject your advances. He was interested in more than just a one-night stand with you but-
"I didn't think so~" You whispered pressing your lips to his ears. "You said it yourself- you've been wanting this since U.A. haven't you? When we sparred and I pinned you down I could feel how excited you were~ Tell me Shinso- did you go back to your dorm and think of me? Did you touch yourself and pretend your hands were mine? Come on let me finally show you the real thing~"
Your words sent Hitoshi over the edge. Whatever resolve he had was far lost now. Another moan escaped his lips as you settled more into his lap swinging your other leg over him bringing yourself to straddle him now.
Every word you said bounced around his brain and hardened his excitement. Every word was true too. He lost count of the times that he had thought about you alone in his dorm. Finding his hand wrapped around his cock before he could even register what he was doing.
Despite his fantasies when he was a young boy, he had every intention of approaching this traditionally and respectably. He wanted to take you to dinner- go on dates- get to know you. But- how was he expected to stop himself now- now that you were presenting yourself so straightforward and singing such lewd words in his ears.
"That's a good boy~ it's ok to give in. Your body is speaking for you," you said resting your hand on the growing bulge in his pants.
The feeling of your hand on his excitement caused Hitoshi to snap. His hand found its way to the back of your head, fingers grazing your scalp as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided your lips to his. He pressed a heavy kiss full of lust onto your lips, and you parted them obediently giving him access to whatever he wanted.
Hitoshi eagerly followed your signals- his tongue exploring your mouth in rhythmic movements that elicited a deep moan from you. Your moan excited him further as his other hand found your waist and encouraged you to press further into his lap- his bulge rubbing up against you through his jeans.
"Mmm that's it~ I knew you had it in you, general studies~" You pulled away catching your breath.
Hitoshi didn't speak but sucked in the air attempting to catch his own breath. His lavender eyes pierced through you full of lust and begging for more.
"Do you want to feel~?" You asked seductively guiding his hand under your lingerie to your entrance. Hitoshi happily obeyed once more, his finger sliding slowly over your clit as he made his way to your entrance.
His finger slid inside you easily, "Fuck-," he moaned out. "You're so wet," his voice was deeper and heavier than before as if the lust had taken him down an octave.
"Mhm~ Do you think you were the only one that thought about this back at U.A.? That seductive sex hair of yours and bondage scarf you ran around with~ come on general studies show me what you can do," you provoked.
Hitoshi followed through sliding his finger in and out of your entrance slowly and rhythmically. You moaned out and moved your hips in motion with him, fully intending to give him a show.
"Damn~" Hitoshi marveled at the way your body moved for him and sang out. It was hotter than any fantasy his young boy brain had concocted. He was utterly spellbound by you.
"Come on little mockingbird give me more~" You pleaded.
Hitoshi slid another finger inside and lost his breath once again at your deepening moans and whimpers that you let out for him. You fully bounce up and down fucking yourself on his fingers- giving Hitoshi nothing left to do but gawk at the sight.
"Mm~ want to feel you~" You moaned halting your movements. "Please- can I?" You asked pressing a kiss to his jawline as your hand ran across the throbbing bulge in his pants.
Your performance had left Hitoshi speechless, but his hand guided yours to his belt.
"Enjoying the show so far~?" You asked teasingly as your hands worked to undo his pants. Hitoshi let out a breath of air trying to form any words. "You're so cute all pussy drunk already~ don't worry I'm going to finish the job," You winked and pulled down his jeans and boxers.
"Ohhh~" You sang out taking in the sight of his full-grown excitement. "I felt you were big when we sparred but- this is quite the pleasant surprise~" Hitoshi's face flushed at your praises to his member.
You smiled enjoying how much power you had over him. You wrapped your hand around his cock and moved your hand up and down the full length of his shaft. "You know after we sparred, and I felt your bulge- I had some dirty thoughts of my own when I was alone in my dorm. I wondered what your cock looked like- what it would feel like~ I'm so thankful you came over tonight, don't worry I'll make sure you won't regret it~" You spoke as you placed your hands on his thighs to lift yourself up. Hitoshi placed his hands on either side of your waist helping guide you as you sat back down on his cock.
"Fuck~" Hitoshi let out a loud moan that filled the room as your walls stretched around him and you sat back on his lap- cock fully inside.
You placed a gentle kiss on his lips, "You want me to move right little mockingbird~?" You asked.
Hitoshi nodded eyes half-lidded filled with lust.
"What happened to wanting to get to know me first hmm?" You mocked him.
Hitoshi's eyes widened as he took in your teasing expression. You had him and now you were playing with him. His eyes said it all as they silently begged you to move.
"Come on then- tell me, what do you want? Did I break you that easily?" You asked, a twisted grin growing on your face.
"Move- please move~" He begged giving in to your taunts. You had him, and he knew he had no other option than to concede. He couldn't remember a time he had ever felt so dominated in his life.
You smiled down at him, "Again- I didn't hear you."
"Please- fuck yourself on my cock," He spoke again.
Boys are so easy.
Taking mercy on him you began to bounce slowly on his cock. The pleasure that erupted on Hitoshi's face was unmistakable.
"Such a good boy~" You taunted as you picked up the pace causing Hitoshi's moans to increase.
"Fuck- mm~" He mewled out.
Your pace did not let up or give Hitoshi any time to restrain himself, his end was coming near, and it was clear from the flushness of his face. The way you took complete charge of him- and the lewd sounds that echoed through the room were doing him in.
You bounced up and down further observing the increasingly euphoric look on his face.
"Shinso brainwash me~" You called out as you continued to bounce up and down on his shaft.
"What?!" His eyes snapped open.
"Brainwash me~ I want to cum with you~" You pleaded.
"Mm~ no~" he moaned out during your thrusts.
You slowed down your pace to make your case, "Please I want to cum with you- I can see you're almost there,"
"No," he said stubbornly, logic running through his brain for the first time since you sat in his lap for the night.
"Please I want my walls to squeeze you as you cum inside~ you have my consent~ brainwash me~" You continued to make your case as you slide down once more from his tip to his base.
"Fuck~" He sang out frustrated... His eyes searched yours. You were serious, there was no question about it. Hitoshi had his reservations about misusing his quirk but-
"You want to cum?" He asked you.
Your eyes locked onto his as an excited smile spread across your face, "Yes." You answered him, allowing his quirk to activate.
Hitoshi closed his eyes and allowed his end to come, simultaneously you felt a rush of pleasure ring through your body more intense than you had ever felt before- it put every vibrator you had to shame as you were forced to cum by his quirk.
Your walls squeezed around him as his release filled you.
"Holy shit~" You sang out and collapsed onto him, resting your head on his shoulder. "You have the best quirk for sex general studies~" You declared.
Hitoshi inhaled deeply, trying to catch his own breath- maybe he should have been using his quirk for sex he realized.
Catching your breath. you smiled up at him, "Tell me~ what do you need to get ready again? Some juice- water?"
"What?" Hitoshi asked breathlessly.
"Oh, don't get mistaken now- I'm not done with you." You smiled and moved your lips to ears once more to whisper, "You're fun I like you- so you're in for a long night~"
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