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♫ We aren't the most reliable guys in the world

Ft. Shota, Katsuki, Hitoshi, Izuku, Shoto, Eri & gn! reader

Synopsis: Born by dysfunctional parents, Shota Aizawa takes it upon himself to adopt a litter of kids to give them the best chance life could offer them. Or... [A family with different parents try to beat any obstacle that come their way, though they couldn't have done this without the help of their adopted father; Shota.] Cw: language, drinking, smoking, substance abuse, death mention, a bit of angst, quirkless! au, humor, slight sexual themes nothing to graphic, gender neutral reader!, updates once a month or so Honorable Supporting Cast: Denki Kaminari [The best friend], Kyoka Jiro [The friend], Eijiro Kirishima [The love interest], Ochaco Uraraka [The friend], Tenya Iida [The love interest/Ex], Mina Ashido [The friend/Ex], Momo Yaoyorozu [The love Interest], Hanta Sero [The love interst] & other extras that aren't important Music of the chapter: We Are The Men You'll Grow to Love Soon — Let's Wrestle

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With the weekend arriving, Shota stood in the kitchen making pancakes. Since Eri, the morning person she was, she chose breakfast for the day and as good hearted she was, she added fruit salad as well with juice since her older siblings liked it. While she sat on her chair doing her homework Shota grabbed a packet of blueberry, blackberry, honeydew and melon before placing it on the counter between the stove and sink. Surprisingly enough, his kids liked to eat healthy and due to some of their backgrounds of eating junk, he's proud to say they've come a long way.

"What is four plus thirteen?" Eri asked, the pencil in her hand wavering around the sheet of paper.

"Seventeen." The father replied, the knife slicing down the melon, "Make sure to show your work."

"Do I do a tally?" She proceeded to write the answer on the line, "My teacher said we can draw that or circles, but there's no room for that many circles and I have seen other girls doing that and I don't want to be the only one who doesn't draw circles."

"Don't worry about what other people think." He reached to the cupboard above him and pulled out a clear glass bowl. He placed the chopped up fruits in the bowl before proceeding to place the rest back in the fridge, "If the circles don't fit do the tally chart or draw small dots."

"Circles are overrated anyways, just like those girls." She said, her pencil scraping against the paper as she drew a tally chart.

He turned to face her with his brow raised, "Who told you that?"

"Katsuki." She smiled, leaning over the table as she sniffled, meaning a cold was in due, "I don't know that means, but he told me to say that if they try talking to me."

"Wow." He blinked, a bit surprised to hear the blonde's choice of advice, "I don't know why I'm even surprise."

Hearing a door open down the hallway, Shota placed the bowl of fruit on the table, "Whichever one of you is up, breakfast is ready."

Emerging from the dark hallway, Izuku yawned, "Did the heater turn off last night? It got cold and I think I'm going to get sick."

"I have medicine in my room, but only if you are sick, not just a stuffy nose. For the heater I'll have someone come by and check it." Shota turned the stove off as he grabbed the plate of pancakes and proceeded to leave it next to the fruit salad, "Are the rest awake?"

"I think only Kacchan." A shiver crawled through his body as he sat on his chair. He moved the fruit salad to see Eri doing her homework, "Are you leaving again? Because if you are, can you leave me in charge? Whenever you leave Kacchan and F/n in charge, they do the opposite of what you want them to do and that's probably why we're getting so many complaints."

"I'm leaving all of you in charge." Lastly, he grabbed cups, "And the only reason why we're getting complaints is because the neighbors are noisy. They can't mind their business for a minute."

"Because losers need to center their life around someone cool." Both their heads turned towards Eri's direction, who had a smile as she continued to work.

"Sounds like something Kacchan would say..." He nervously smiled as he looked at Shota.

"Go wake the others." Shota replied.

At the table and in their designated sleep, Shota had begun to get ready for his school meeting. He had his professional clothes on to be taken seriously—which was just a suit. His briefcase littered with unorganized paper sat on the biggest couch as he stood in front of the mirror beside the front door, "When you're finished please clean up. I'm not sure if the meeting will take long, so I left money on my bed for takeout."

"Is it a parent conference?" Hitoshi asked as he munched on some honeydew, "Aren't we supposed to come?"

"A parent conference is meant for parents, hence the name." Shota grumbled as he had trouble doing his tie.

"Dumbass." F/n and Katsuki snickered at the glaring male.

"Remember to do your chores and if anybody knocks–" They all finished his sentence. "Don't open the door."

"It's not like anybody would even willingly come here." Izuku mumbled, lifting his fork to eye the egg before eating it.

"What if we want to go to the store?" Shoto asked, turning to look back at his father, "What if we run out of food?"

"Which is why he's leaving money, dumbass." Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"Okay, well, what if I don't want pizza." Shoto huffed out.

"We're not getting soba, Shoto." F/n placed the rest of their pancakes in their mouth, "We always get that and you know Eri and me can't finish it so you always end up finishing ours."

"Eri and I!" Katsuki glared at F/n, "Are you stupid or something!?"

"Okay, grammar police." F/n stood up, heading to the sink to wash their plate.

Jumping from her seat, Eri followed after F/n so the older sibling could wash her plate, "I'm fine with giving Shoto my soba, but you have to buy me something first."

Shoto nodded at her request, "Eri's fine with it. Soba it is."

"No!" The other's replied.

Shaking his head, Shota grabbed his briefcase and headed for the front door. After placing his shoes, he opened the door and looked at them before leaving, "You guys choose what you eat, I'll be back."

Once the door shut, they began to clean and after a while of Katsuki's consistent yelling about some places being dirty the morning had turned into evening and Shota had still yet not returned. Because they had an unfinished breakfast they ate the rest and the money had yet to be touched, so to pass by the time the six siblings had rested in the living room watching TV of their favorite cartoon.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing in F/n's bedroom caught their attention. Rising from the couch and shoving Hitoshi's feet off their lap, they headed for their shared room to retrieve their phone. With the device in their hand, they returned to the living room, "Denki needs a ride to the grocery store. You guys want to come?"

"His parents are still out of town?" Izuku concerningly asked. It was the norm, but sometimes his parents tend to leave Denki alone more than the average two weeks.

"Doubt he'll ever see them again." Hitoshi said as he grabbed the remote to switch the channel as a commercial about pans and pots played, "How much you want to bet they have a different family."

"C'mon man, don't be rude." F/n placed their phone in their pocket.

Glancing at the clock that hung behind the computer, Katsuki groaned at the time, "Nah, someone has to stay here and take care of this twerp."

His toes pointed over to Eri who sat in her bean bag with a coloring book on her lap. Her crayons laid next to her feet as well as a juice box, "I can take care of myself. I'm six."

Hitoshi sarcastically laughed, "Yeah. Right. Remember when we said that and we turned the tub green."

"That was F/n." Shoto stood up, "I'll go since I have to buy Eri that thing she asked me for."

Putting their shoes on, F/n glanced over to Izuku, "You coming?"

"No, because unlike some people I'm not trying to get in trouble." The freckle male moved over to the smaller couch where Shoto once laid.

"Suit yourself."

About thirty minutes later, they arrived at the local grocery store. Accompanying F/n, Shoto, and Denki was Kyoka. They would have brought Tenya as he mostly paid for Denki's groceries, but due to the circumstances of the relationship, they agreed not to invite the male. He was busy either way as today he had tutoring for something F/n never bothered to remember. Something about keeping the family business going and passing it down to their children. F/n didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

"What else is on the grocery list?" Kyoka asked as she placed a tomato bag in the cart. Like the kind-hearted friend she was—and the subtle crush towards Denki—she offered to buy half of his groceries thanks to the gig's she's been offered.

Reading off the list, Shoto scratched his brow, "Well, we have noodles, frozen mixed vegetables, pie, candy, soda, crackers, juice, peanut butter and jel–half of this list is just junk food."

"I feel bad for him." She glanced over the list, "He told me his parents haven't called or messaged him."

"The best we could do is be there for him and thankfully F/n is taking care of that." Shoto rolled the cart as they entered the meat section, "Also, I signed us all for Momo's study club."

"What?" The girl chuckled, her brows raised at him, "You're kidding? You know F/n won't step foot in there."

"Who cares." He shrugged, "Besides, after they know Tenya's in there, they'll have to go and I didn't just sign me and my siblings, I signed you guys as well."

"Wow." She clicked her tongue, "You trying to impress her? I didn't know you even liked Momo or even knew her."

"She's a friend." Shoto disregarded her silly question as he didn't see Momo more as a friend, "She's been wanting to start a club since last year, but couldn't since she didn't have enough members so I figured I'd indulge her. Besides, half of the group needs her tutoring."

"Well, you're not wrong there." Kyoka said as she grabbed a plastic bag to palace the meat in.

In the chip aisle, Denki hummed as he glanced at two different bags, "Which one mixes better with lemon and cucumber? Potato chips or spicy chips."

"I say spicy." F/n turned around where the cookie section was placed and grabbed one, "You're parents called?"

"Nah." He chose the spicy chips and used his left hand to hold it, "They're on a cruise ship for like a couple months I think. I saw them post a picture on skinbook."

Subtly, F/n rolled their eyes. While they never met his parents, the smell of narcissism and abandonment rolled off from them. It always amazed them how Denki could smile and joke like his homelife wasn't a complete mess, "You want to come over?"

"Can't. I," He smoothed his hair, the bag of chips getting in the way as he bit his lips, "got a date tonight."

Laughing, they headed back to the other two, "Which dumbass did you pull?"

"Some girl in Mei's class." Denki grinned, handing the chips to F/n so he could fish out his phone and show them a picture, "She wants to go bowling which I think is a boring date, but lady's choice."

"You're going bowling with a broken arm?" F/n shook their head, "Why not just take her to a movie?"

"She said that's boring." Denki then sighed, "If it doesn't work out I'll come over, plus, your dads having an online meeting with my folks so I'll let you know how that goes."

After purchasing the items and placing them in the van, F/n dropped Kyoka and Denki off before heading home. Grocery took a while since there was a Karen complaining about coupons not being expired, but the expiration date said otherwise. However, as they arrived home, they noticed the sun had gone down, "You don't think dad's home, right?"

"If he is, I'll tell him you made me come with you." Shoto shrugged as he reached behind to grab his drink, "It's not like it's a lie. You did want me to come."

"Yeah, but I didn't have a gun to your head." F/n murmured, "Anyways, what's with the tub of licorice?"

"Eri asked for it." Taking a sip, he paced the can in the cup holder as his phone vibrated, "We're getting soba, by the way."

"No we fucking aren't!" With the light turning red, F/n stopped, "It's always fucking soba, Shoto. Give your lame ass tastebuds something else to obsess with."

He shrugged as he grabbed his drink, "Anyways, I signed us up for Momo's studying club."

"Who the hell is Momo?" With the light turning green, F/n stepped on the pedal harshly, making the soda drip all over the heterochromia's chin, "Serves you right for putting me in a stupid ass club."

"First, screw you. Second, screw you." He used his sleeves to clean the mess, "And third, I did you a favor."

Turning to the street of their home, F/n rolled their eyes, "What favor could you possibly do?"

"Getting you close to Tenya." From the corners of his eyes, he watched them sneer, "You don't have to get back together, just make up and move on."

"Since when do you give advice?" A scoff exited their lips, "And I have moved on."

"Good." Shoto noticed Shota's car in the driveway, "Then you two can be friends and we can all go to that rave that Mirio's hosting next weekend and by the way, you're taking blame for not following dads rules."

Irritable, F/n scratched their hair as they pulled in. Entering the home, F/n swallowed a big gulp of saliva as they closed the door and removed their shoes. Upon entering, Shota's eyes landed on them before returning back to the paperwork in front of him, "It's late."

Moving their eyes towards their father, he was sitting on the desk where the computer was placed, busying himself with paperwork, "You're not mad?"

"If I was mad I wouldn't be sitting, now would I?" His hair had been pulled in a bun and thankfully he didn't seem mad, "I get that Denki needs help, but you have to call first to let me know where you're heading before taking off."

"Right, yeah, I got it." They glanced around the room noticing none of their siblings were around, "Where did everyone go?"

"In Hitoshi's room." Hearing his phone chime, Shota stood up and headed towards the front door, "I had a meeting with Denki's parents and heard they won't be home for a while, so Denki is staying over."

"What!?" A smile was placed on their lips, "Really!?"

"Yes, but this doesn't mean you can go and create a ruckus like you both always tend to do." He opened the door to where Hizashi's car was seen in the driveway and shortly after Denki got off with his school bag and a small luggage of clothes. He waved at his friend who gave the tired male a thumbs up before driving off, "Thanks, Hizashi."

"Yo, this is going to be so much fun!" Denki grinned as he removed his shoes and got ready to go to F/n's room to drop his stuff.

"Remember." Before they left, Shota pointed at them both, "Don't do anything that gets us another complaint."

"You got it, boss!" The two teens said before running off.

"Guess who's here!" F/n said, sitting on Hitoshi's bed, "And didn't get yelled at."

Denki placed his bags on the desk and then sat next to F/n and Hitoshi, the siblings bouncing as he practically jumped on it, "You guys wanna stay up? I brought a scary movie and snacks."

Katsuki who sat on the desk chair rummaged through his friend's snacks, "Seriously? Licorice? And you brought a shitty ass movie. Probably has two ratings."

"How long this time?" Shoto asked his friend, sitting next to Izuku who had a small blush on his face as he texted.

"Until My folks come back?" Denki scratched his head thinking, "I think two or three weeks."

Izuku finally got off his phone, "Last time you stayed for a couple months, remember?"

"Yeah, but that was when I was eleven." Denki shrugged, "I was a kid."

Hitoshi placed his legs on F/n, "You might as well move in. You're here everyday."

"Oh, that would be so fun!" F/n said, gripping Hitoshi's toes as he flinched in pain and removed them from their lap, "We could stay up all night and do dumb shit, like that one time we poured cold water when Katsuki was showering."

"I'm still not over that." The blonde glared at them, "I almost fell."

"You screamed like a girl." Shoto said and received a candy thrown at him.

"Or that one time he fell off the trampoline and broke his arm." Hitoshi grinned at the memory, "He thought he could impress that new girl that moved in next door."

Denki laughed at Katsuki, "I remember that! He tried to play it off like it didn't happen."

"She never hung out with us again." Izuku let out a sigh, "A shame, I really liked her."

"Because he's weird." Shoto again was met with candy thrown at him.

Katsuki glared at all of them, "Quit picking on me! And she didn't think I was weird, you guys weirded her out with your stupid questions."

"Yet, she ended up liking Denki." Izuku pointed out, "She never left your side. Even when you went to the bathroom."

Denki flipped his hair with a sly smile, "I guess, I just got that charm in me."

Hitoshi rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right. She's probably into stupidity."

"No way, she liked Shoto too." F/n said, "I still have that polaroid of her trying to kiss you."

Shoto's face flushed in embarrassment, "Why do you still have it? Throw it away."

F/n grinned, ignoring him as they all ran to their room where the picture was stuffed into the closet, "You guys wanna see it?"

"Throw it away, F/n!" Shoto jumped as his fingered graced the photo.

"Nuh-uh!" F/n laughed as they stretched their arm out, waving the photo for all to see.

"I forgot she had braces." Izuku said as he squinted to look at her face.

"Denki! Denki!" F/n looked at him as he was behind the others, "You better catch, bitch!"

The male waved his arm as he tried to get the flowing photo, "I got it! I got it!"

"No you don't!" Shoto slammed into him, both falling onto the soft floor.

"Grab him!" Hitoshi quickly aimed at Shoto's leg, the rest soon followed except for Izuku as he got a message from Ochaco.

The door then swung open, hitting Katsuki on the head as he clutched his hair. Shota gave them all a look, "Dinners ready."

"Last one there sleeps next to F/n!" They all ran out, shoving Izuku behind. The freckled male glared at them, "Dammit!"

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Profiles - Characterizations - Relationships - Epilogue

hitoshi’s tinder profile!

y/n’s tinder profile!

Characterizations and relationships:

Hitoshi is a shy, a loser, but he can be smooth. he's a lover boy, but he's scared. loves skating and smoking w his buds. loves cats. introverted but likes company.

Y/N is bold, sarcastic, a bit blunt, but kind. loves art, rollerblading, and works at a cat cafe. extroverted introvert, yaps around trusted people.

Denki and Hanta are Hitoshi's coworkers at the Skate shop. Hanta is also their plug, and he's Y/N's plug.

Hitoshi has only met Kyoka once, and has never met her roommate. He hears about her sometmes, but not much.

Kyoka is Y/N's roommate.

Epilogue

Hitoshi didn't want to try dating apps. He couldn't think of anything worse, actually. The only reason he agrees to make a profile is because his coworkers, Hanta and Denki, wouldn't stop bugging him. As Hanta put it, "if Denki can get a girlfriend, you can too."

Sure, when Hanta put it that way, it seemed easy. But Hitoshi had never been great at dating OR hookups. He always got attached, and he always got hurt. He agreed to sign up for tinder so his friends would shut the fuck up.

"why are you going by Shin?" Denki asked, scrolling through his friend's profile. The trio were at their usual smoking spot on the roof of their skate shop.

"Huh? Oh, I dunno. Thought it would be better." Hitoshi mumbled as he pulled the lit joint from his lips, exhaling the smoke.

"I like it dude. Keep 'em guessing. It's mysterious" Hanta nodded, taking two puffs from the joint as Hitoshi passed it to him.

"Lives in the past is kind of a hard line" Denki added before tossing Hitoshi's phone back to him.

"I think it's lame" Hanta added, "but lame dudes get cool girls all the time."

"Yeah, case and point," Hitoshi gestured to Denki.

"True, Kyoka chose me for some reason and I'm grateful every day" Denki pressed his hands together, staring at the sky.

"Do you guys even think I'll find someone on here? I don't know if I wanna waste my time again with this shit," Hitoshi sighed.

"Just give it a shot, you never know who you'll connect with dude" Hanta encouraged him and Denki nodded.

"Fuck it, here goes nothing."

Later that night, Hitoshi ends up swiping through profiles. Sure, there were plenty of attractive people in his area, but their vibes just weren't right.

Just as he was going to give up, a profile caught his eye.

"Y/N, huh?"

He looks through your photos, scrolling to the last one with your cat. He belly laughed, something he doesn't do very often. He thought you were cute, of course, that's no secret. But that photo said more about your personality than your profile did. With that, he swiped right.

The next morning, Hitoshi woke with a notification that he had a new match. Now, it was up to him.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒��𝚐 𝙴𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔.

~𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺~

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚜!"𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝙱/𝙽.𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. "𝙽𝚘" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍. "𝙼-𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒-𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚛𝚒" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎."𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢."𝙸 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂!"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎.

"𝙴𝚁𝙸!" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕.𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 , 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢."𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

"𝚑𝚞𝚑?" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚖."𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚛𝚒.𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞."𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞."𝙾𝚑! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕.𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑."𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔.𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍."𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛."

~𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺~

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎."𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗."

𝙰𝙽:𝒜ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓂 𝓈ℴ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓎 𝓈ℴ 𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ.𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℴ ℯ𝓁𝓈ℯ 𝒾 ���𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉😋

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Homie Hopper! Pt.2

Bonus: Senior Year!

College MHA boys x F! Reader

Pt.1 here!

In which after getting your little heart broken, you get passed around your local University’s hottest friend group! Everyone needs those slutty College years!

Cw: SMUT, problematic behavior, p in v, lots of different kinks n stuff, i went overboard a bit on Todorokis and Shinsos, sub! Shinso, name calling, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around

A/N just wanna say idk why shinso has to be the villain it just felt right😞sorry bae ily

Shoto Todoroki as The Pretty Boy!

-Shoto Todoroki, who is friends with the whole group you ran through last year (and still hook up with on occasion) but doesn’t come around much

-Shoto Todoroki who you had no idea lived right around the corner from you-in a much nicer neighborhood with his brothers

-You run into him on a late night run to the convenience store, in an oversized hoodie with bling on it, it catches his eye as he peruses the aisle next to you

-Shoto Todoroki, who makes you so nervous you cannot even make eye contact as he says a friendly hello to you. You know each other and would occasionally bum off one another’s notes after a missed class. He’s the Pretty Boy and everyone knows it, himself included.

-He thinks it’s cute to watch you squirm. He’s always made you nervous, it was obvious. He likes the way you fiddle with your necklace, his eyes darting down to the unzipped part of your hoodie that shows cleavage.

“I like your sweater” He compliments.

“Oh thanks! It’s super cute, right? I just bought it!” You exclaim excitedly.

“Mhm super cute” He nods nonchalantly and simply waves goodbye, leaving you all but twirling your hair alone in the aisle.

-He never had to try hard with girls, he probably could have just asked you that first night to come home with him and you most likely would have said yes. But he likes the chase, watching your face get hot and eyes flick down to his grey sweatpants. He knows what he is doing.

- So he keeps it up a little longer, choosing to subtly flirt with you on these late night run-ins. His compression shirts get tighter, sweats hanging looser on his hips.

And you, well your shorts get even shorter and sweaters begin to grow more unzipped.

-Shoto Todoroki, who finally asks if you want to head back to his place with him to ‘watch a movie’. You agree of course, and he keeps an arm wrapped around your waist the whole walk home making small talk about school of all things. If only you knew the perverse images flashing in his head.

You walk past his two hot older brothers-who are sitting on the couch watching some action movie and smoking a blunt. You wave politely and Shoto rolls his eyes at the way they do not even attempt to conceal the way they are checking you out.

Oh well, he’ll just have to fuck you loud enough for both of them to hear.

-Shoto, who always gets what he wants. You’re on top of him, kissing his neck and chest, jerking him beneath his sweats as he grips your ass-smacking it occasionally. “So impatient” He tsks as you roll his sweats down.

“Cant wait for this dick, can you?”

You shake your head no and he grabs you by the hair, pulling you close for a sinful kiss. “Use your words”

“Want you to fuck me….you’re so hot” You whine and he kisses you again, biting at your lower lip.

“Good girl”

-Shoto Todoroki, who has your legs folded in such a way that it hurts. Your ankles and wrists bound by his hand as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Of course he has good dick, he’s perfect, even his dick is pretty!

-He is groaning and cursing on top of you, free hand going to choke you and pinch your nipples.

“Mm, Shoto!”

“Yeah say my fucking name” The bed is creaking and slamming against the wall, if you weren’t so fucked out you would worry about his brothers being able to hear. But obviously he doesn’t care about that.

“Shoto!” You whine, squealing when he snaps! his hips so meanly. It hits that spongy spot that makes your tummy feel funny. “Too much, too much!”

The two of you had established a safe word, icyhot. And you had yet to mutter it so he ignores your complaints, slamming into you like he would die without your pussy.

-“Stop whining” He finally releases your wrists, pushing your ankles all the way to your ears as his strokes try to find their own rhythm. This position has you squeezing him so tight it’s hard to move sometimes. “You wanted this shit, huh? Always staring at me in class”

You squeal, his calm voice grounds you in a way. Even if his words are filthy. “Wearing those slutty little clothes to the store. You walk around like that?”

“Just wanted you t’look at me” You whine, his eyes go down to his cock disappearing into your folds. He’s so deep and you’re so wet, your slick almost suctions to his thighs-leaving a sloshing noise every time he pulls his hips back.

-“M’fucking looking” He nods, jaw agape and panting like a fucking dog. “Can’t take my eyes off this slutty pussy”

“Gonna watch you cum on this dick” He speaks determinedly, eyes glazed over with something feral as his thumb goes to rub your clit. “Know you want to”

-“Yesyesyes!” You cry out, throwing your head back and gripping the sheets. The sounds are downright pornographic-his own grunting and the occasional moan mixed in with the wet noises from your sloppy pussy.

He’s close, and you are too.

-His thumb begins moving faster and you’re starting to shake. He watches your stomach quiver, forcing your legs down even though they try to break free of his grip. You’re certain there will be bruises left over tomorrow with the way he holds onto you.

-“Cumming Shoto!” His eyes never leave the way your release comes spilling out, onto his thighs and stomach. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, watching you come undone before his very eyes.

He doesn’t even realize he forgot to put a condom on, now actively shooting ropes inside of you-he can’t remember the last time he came this much.

“Don’t worry, m’on the pill” You mutter, lazy eyes fluttered closed as he softly thrusts into you.

His heart drops, what a shame.

-Shoto Todoroki, who misses you when he moves away. He always hearts your stories and slides up on your posts and promises to come and see you. But he never does.

Hitoshi Shinso as The Shitty Ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, your ex boyfriend who comes knocking (banging) at your door one night. He’s on his knees spewing bullshit about how the time apart made him realize how much he needs you.

It only took sleeping with half of the girls at his College to understand that.

-But he regrets it! He feels so stupid and terrible so ‘pleasepleaseplease take me back! Im sorry!’

“These other girls could never love me the way you do!”

-You laugh right in his face, arms crossed as you look down in disgust. “Are you high?”

“Whatthefuck no!” He hides his face in his hands with a big sigh. He looks…..pathetic. Eyes baggier than usual, messy purple hair as he finally gives up on the kneeling and sits back against the wall. Pulling out his vape, he hits it, all the while looking you in the eye. “I just miss you”

You roll your eyes, sitting down right next to him and snatching the puff into your hands. “Hitoshi…I think you’re just lonely”

He stays quiet as he thinks of what to say. It seems all words are lost on him. “I would do anything”

“Anything?”

-For some terrible, sick reason seeing him so whiny does something to you.

You suppose you have Denki to thank for what happens next.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body twitches when you deny his release for the second time. He’s whining, hips bucking up into your touch as you jerk him lazily, hand barely wrapped around his cock.

“Say it!”

“No!” He shakes his head furiously side-to-side, ears and chest turning red with how flushed he is. His chest heaves up and down.

“Then you don’t get to cum” You let go of him and his hand immediately to shoots out to grab yours, pulling it right back to the place he needs you the most.

“M’sorry” He whimpers, eyes scrunching shut as he imagines you giving him what he wants. How fat his load would be, you would be so pleased with how much he has built up for you! He feels so embarrassed and ashamed, it’s all so dirty. The worst part of it all is how fucking hard he is.

“I’m sorry! Been so bad! Soso bad-fuck!” He shudders when you grip him tight, but that’s just it. You do nothing else, causing him to take matters into his own hands.

He starts fucking your hand, so needy and sloppily as he moans and groans about how bad he’s been. “I’m a bad boyfriend! I’ve been so bad, need you t’punish me!”

oh. You didn’t tell him to say all that.

- Hitoshi Shinso, who cums on the spot with the loudest groan you have ever heard in your life when you slap him across the face. It wasn’t even hard or anything, he just liked it way too much.

-Hitoshi Shinso who does not shut up when you start riding him-nails raking down his chest. You’re honestly annoyed because you still hate him! You just wanted to use him the way he used you!

“Shut upp” You groan, cupping his mouth as you try and tune out his words. The moans are hot, his yapping not so much. “Never said you could talk”

Holy shit he had no idea he would ever be into something like this. Your words make his eyes roll back, gripping onto your hips like he might lose you as he beings to fuck you back.

“Fuckk!” You cry when he pistons his hip in tandem with yours-allowing himself even deeper inside you, reaching all the way into your special spot.

-You throw your head back, so lost in the feeling of trying to meet each other’s movements that you take a hand off his mouth. Your hips rolling sensually over his, an unmistakable sloshing sound forming between the two of you.

“Pussy’s so good. Missed it so so much, mygoddd” He rests a head on your tummy, his lower half stuttering and twitching in an attempt to get more of you. “Loveyouloveyoulo-“

“I said shut the fuck upp” You stop, looking into his wimpy eyes that are so full of emotion. He keeps fucking you, but you grab his face to make him look at you. “You want me to gag you?”

You honestly meant it as more of a warning. But the way he frantically nods yes tells you everything you need to know.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body trembles when you grab the pair of panties that had previously been discarded and stuff them in his mouth. The whites of his eyes are the only thing you can see in between tufts of sweaty hair. It doesn’t stop the noise of course. If anything he becomes even louder than before.

At least he’s not talking.

-“Mmmm yes….much better” You coo, hips moving up and down so fast you can hardly think. You are soo glad your roommates are out of town.

Mostly because they would be so pissed that you’re fucking your ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose moans and whines get louder the closer he is to finishing. His muscular body is drenched in sweat-abs and chest messy with his cum.

His arms absentmindedly wrap around your waist, thrusting up into your pussy as he chases his release. And a rough tug of his hair when he hits a certain spot deep inside is enough to make him finish again.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who is an absolute mess-his body feels so weak and hot. Sweat covers him entirely, lungs gasping for air as you slowly ride him. For a moment you think he might pass out with how exhausted he looks.

Taking the panties out of his mouth, you push some of his hair out of his face. He leans into your gentle touch. “You okay?”

“Yeah” A breathless whisper is all he can get out as you both catch your breath. And then he kisses you, so passionately and full of want that your teeth knock together for a second.

His hands slide their way down to your hips, guiding you to slowly move up and down. You whine at the ‘draaag’ of his thick cock inside your walls. Mouth open as you look down and listen to the lewd noises. Even worse is his cum dripping out of you-making a mess.

“Use me”

-Hitoshi kisses you again. “Use me to make you cum please, please. Wanna watch you do it”

- You do what you’re told, using him until you’ve cum twice and his body is limp, sprawled out across the mattress.

That is until you throw his clothes at him and tell him to get the hell out of your apartment.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who for some reason is surprised you are making him leave so soon. He mentions something about cuddling but you shut that down completely. Walking out into the hallway-he just has to ask.

“Where the hell’d you learn all that?”

- You giggle in response but the smile is wiped right off your face when you spot your favorite friend group rounding the corner!

“Toshi’ whatsup man!” Denki is the first to say hello, dapping him up with a sly smile. “S’been a while”

Shinso is still looking at you, he doesn’t understand why you look so scared.

“Sub bro” Sero daps him up in between bites of whatever snack he got at the store.

The boys look at you. You look at them, you look at Shinso like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment you forgot they all went to the same High School.

And Kirishima, who is usually quite friendly only nods and passes by your ex without a second glance back. This surprises Hitoshi.

And Bakugo, who was never very nice to begin with does not even look at the man you use to date-only you with his perpetual mad face, he makes a point of stretching his body uncomfortably to get by him without touching your ex.

And Shinso watches the way they all say hi to you, the lingering touches, the change in their voices as they greet you. He certainly notices when Denki and Sero (being the messy bitches they are) give you a kiss on the cheek before entering their friends’ apartment. Kirishima gives you a half hug, looking back at Shinso with an unreadable expression on his face.

-Although unsurprisingly Bakugo decides to be the pettiest, hugging you tight. “You good?” He whispers in your ear.

And you nod, assuring that your ex was just on his way out and you’ll call your neighbor should any problems arise. He accepts that answer.

-Katsuki Bakugo bids you farewell with a slap on the ass, right in front of your ex boyfriend’s eyes. You don’t miss the evil smirk on his face as he closes the door, leaving you with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth.

“You fucking kidding me?! You fucked him?” Your ex boyfriend looks so pissed and also a bit like he might cry. “And Kirishima! Why the fuck was he looking at me like that?! You fuck him too?!”

Your silence is the only answer he needs but as he now stomps down the hall the wheels in his head turn. The whole encounter was so weird and awkward that it makes him think. And the more he thinks, the more afraid he is to accept the truth. Hitting the button to the elevator, he looks back at you for the final time in his life.

“You fucked all of them, didn’t you?”

-Hitoshi Shinso, who cries on the drive home.

And last but not least!

Izuku Midoriya as The Unexpected Freak!

-Izuku Midoriya who is the smartest guy you know! The two of you had a few classes over the years and he carried you through quite a few of them. You always thanked him with coffee and sweet treats though so he never minded!

He’s such a cutie patootie! Although the two of you don’t see much of each other anymore seeing as he’s busy trying to complete his double major. You heard that he also does volunteer work on the weekends with kids and the elderly! How sweet is that?

-Izuku Midoriya, who does not hesitate to help you out when you ask him to tutor you for one of your finals. With the end of College right around the corner-you are desperate to pass.

-The two of you study for a while, although he finds himself a bit distracted. He heard about you and Shinso and well, Bakugo happened to tell him how much of a slut you are-you’ve slept with quite literally all of their friends. So he imagines sweet little you who has always seemed so cute and innocent completely fucked out beneath his friends, whining, begging for more.

Your perfume smells so sweet and flowery, you’re sitting closer than you ever have before. In a tight little shirt and pretty pink sweats that hug your thighs in the best way possible. I mean, how could he not be distracted?

-You ask him a question but he doesn’t answer-too zoned out on the pink lacy bra peeking out beneath your top. He can only see it because of how close you’re sitting and he blushes once he realizes you caught him staring!

“You okay Izuku?”

“Yeah…..I just wanna see something really quick”

-Izuku Midoriya, who has you on your knees mere minutes later-choking on his fat cock. Tears streaming down your face as you gag, attempting to pull off and breathe.

But he doesn’t let you, a firm grip of your hair is enough yo keep you in place. His large hands-that you were staring at earlier cup your head when he starts to fuck your mouth.

-The gargling and gagging noises are downright obscene as he fucks your throat roughly. Sniffles and whimpers as you try to catch whatever breath you can.

-Izuku Midoriya is quite vocal about the way you suck his cock, taking many moments to admire you. His dirty words and actions downright shock you. Who knew such a sweet boy had such a freaky little side to him??

“Mmm doing so good pretty girl, m’dick looks sooo good in your mouth”

“So sloppy baby. You like having your mouth stuffed, huh?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full pretty, such bad manners”

“Hah….look at you slurp this dick up. Never expected you to be so nasty yn”

-Izuku Midoriya who rubs his girthy, wet cock all over your face-slapping you with it lightly. He spreads it across, precum mixed with saliva and tears as he slaps the tip on your lips.

“So fucking nasty, bet you’d let me fuck your throat till’ you can’t talk anymore”

-“You look so pretty like this” His toes are curling as you guzzle him up, pulling off with a loud pop every now and then as you go give attention to his balls. “Shitshitshit gonna cum all over your messy face. Gonna ruin your pretty makeup, yeah?”

-“Ohhh yeah, just like that” He sighs in relief as he takes control again by pulling your hair, guiding you up and down. “You’re a good cocksucker….wish I knew that sooner”

-You’re sososo horny. Seeing someone so endearing act so filthy really has you going. You’re sucking him off like you’ll never get a taste of it again. You speed up your movements, flipping between downright suckling on the tip and swirling your tongue around it.

It seems to be working, judging by the way his knees (and dick) twitch. His moans get louder, breaths beginning to grow more shallow.

-Izuku Midoriya who begins jerking off before painting your face white with ropes of his hot cum, eyes stuck on the way your fingers pick up a bit of it and you lick them clean.

“S-shit. I needed that” He admits.

-Izuku Midoriya who promises that if you pass your final with a higher than 70 percent, he’ll fuck you!

[zombieumbreon]

She’s Insatiable

Ft. Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tokoyami Fumikage, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso (maybe more) x f! Reader.

Content: 18+, multiple partners, cuckholding (I guess), fingering, oral, penetration, degradation, biting, hair pulling

Note from Zombi: this is an extended version of a reblog I did based off @saturnsorbits 💋

“Han-,” you whined as his pace slowed.

“Sorry, Sweetness, I need a break,” he panted, fingers replacing his cock.

“But, Haaaaantaaaa,” you bucked your hips into his touch.

“I know, babygirl, just hold on for me, yeah?” He cooed.

Pulling his fingers from your heat he opened the door to your bedroom, “Hey, uh, Fumikage, Kaminari, can uh can you guys help me with something?”

Your two roommates turned to look at your boyfriend, face flushed. “Uh, sure?” The blonde answered as he stood. But, when they reached your doorway they froze, both sharing a glance with your boyfriend.

“She’s insatiable and if I go any more my dick is going to fall off,” he chuckled.

Tokoyami’s face is heated, he’s watching you push your own fingers into your sex. He steps towards you first, glancing back at your boyfriend with hesitation. The nod from Sero all he needs before he’s on you, his own mouth on a hardened nipple while Dark Shadow is on the other.

You gasp when he replaces your fingers with his own, one at first, then two. “Fumi, please,” you whine at him. He grunts, as if to tell you to be patient, but when you buck your hips in response that’s it. He’s pushing your legs farther apart, freeing his already hard cock and teasing just the tip into you. With Dark Shadow still paying attention to the rest of your body, he pushes in as slowly as possible.

Before long he’s rutting into you recklessly, the way you’re squeezing him driving him mad. He won’t last much longer. His hand ghosts down your sides, fingers toying with your clit until you’re nothing but a mess for him. He manages to pull one more orgasm from you before spilling his seed into you.

Kaminari is stroking himself slowly, “I can keep up, come to the couch.” He motions for you to follow as he lays down on the L shaped sofa. “Sit,” he points to his face. And you obey, mostly, hovering above him. “I said sit,” he growls and pulls you down to him.

It only takes him a few minutes and he has you riding his tongue, lapping up your juices as you cum for him. “Good girl,” he groans, lifting you to sit on his lap. You tease him, dragging your slit over his length until he’s has enough and slams up into you.

You wail, but he takes no pity on you as he pistons his hip up. “Take it, you want to be satisfied, yeah?” His eyes are glazed, his moans matching yours.

He keeps this up for about an hour and a half before he fills you full of his own cum. Panting he lifts you off his cock carefully, kissing your head. “Tired,” he sighed as he stretches on the opposite end of the couch, fingers scratching at Fumikage’s scalp.

“Hantaaaa,” you whine desperate.

“More?” He sounds defeated in a way and you nod. “Lay down, sweetness,” and you do, rolling your hips as he pumps his long fingers into you. You hear the clacking on his phone, the whoosh and then not long after the doorbell.

“Be patient for me,” and he’s out of your sight. He opens the door, you hear him talking and then he’s back in your view. Behind him his friends are staring at your body with hungry gazes and red cheeks. He’s already explained the favor he needs. To make you tired, to satisfy you.

Shinso sits between your legs, calloused fingers dragging over your slit. “Be a good kitten for me,” he groans. You can’t stop your hips from bucking against him when he lifts you into his lap, needy whines coming from you. You can feel how close his cock is, you need him inside.

“Please, Shin,” your voice coming out in an almost whisper as you force your hips down on him.

“Shiiiit,” he grunts. He head falls back against the couch as you grind your hips against him, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you pushing you to the edge again. And then he lifts your hips away from him, pinning you into a mating press.

You let out a wail, tears pricking your eyes at the loss of being full. With a smirk he slams back into you, his hips setting an ungodly pace. He has you screaming his name, cumming for him repeatedly before he lets himself go. Panting he shifts to allow the next hero to fill you.

Poor Izuku. His cock is practically on the brink of exploding just watching you. He flips you onto all fours, Shoto standing in front of you. The pair set an unforgiving pace, the green haired hero slamming into you and pushing you down on Shoto’s length. Shoto using your mouth for his own pleasure. Drool is dripping onto the floor, you’re trying your best to keep your mouth from spilling anything.

Shoto fills your mouth first, you swallow and open your mouth to show nothing left. Deku loses it when his friend whispers to you what a cock hungry pet you are. His cum fills you and you soak him one last time.

Bakugou wastes zero time lifting you away from his rival. He falls back on the couch, you in his lap As he buries himself in you. “So tight,” he groans. He’s lazy about it at first, letting you ride him as his fingers work your clit. You lean back, mouth falling into a O, nails digging into his chest. But, what really does it is seeing the ring of cream around his cock.

He pins you, legs folded to your chest as he fucks into you. He’s going to leave bruises, you know that, and it just drives you closer to your release again. “Baku-“ he cuts you off with a hard nip to your shoulder.

“Wrong name,” he grunts.

“Katsu,” you whimper, the sting of his teeth still present. The way he pounding into you, hitting your spongy spot with each thrust has your mind fuzzy.

“Good girl. Now show me how much you’re enjoying my cock. Show your little cuck boyfriend how much you enjoy it,” he practically growls. He keeps his pace until you’re cumming for him, once, twice, three times…four. And finally he lets himself let go, his cock twitching deliciously as he pants. He sits back, head resting on the back of the couch.

Kirishima is the next to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slides himself into your heat. He has more girth than the others, it burns, but you love it. The stretch has you clinging to him with sinful mewls falling from your lips.

You feel him walking, never letting up on how he’s bouncing you on his cock, and then he has you over the arm of the couch. Fingers gripping your hair with a gentleness you wouldn’t expect from him, given his size, as his hips never falter. “What a slutty little girlfriend you have, Han,” the red head grunts.

His free hand slides around your waist, circling your swollen clit. And he tugs a little harder on your hair when you moan his name, calling you a good girl and telling you to cream on his cock. You’re sure you’ve lost count of how many times he pulled an orgasm from you, your walls clenching him.

“Kiri, fill me up please,” you manage to beg loud enough for him to hear. But he holds out until you cum one more time for him. Finally his hips still, you moan again at the feeling. He lingers over you for a moment, Sero reaching up to twist and punch at your nipples before you’re lifted again by the redhead.

“Satisfied, Kitten?” Your boyfriend grins at you.

You shake your head, “N-no.” There’s tears in your eyes. The heroes all let out groan, what are they going to do with you now.

Edit: part 2.1 more heroes

Part 2.2 all the current ones

Highly considering a part 2.

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Masterlist Update.

⚠️ A/N: For those who are interested in Wattpad kpop / Anime Long Stories, You can check my Wattpad " narae_99 " . Complete Mafia Au ( Bangchan x Reader) , Enemies to Lovers Au (Leeknow x Reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

♡⁠˖Headcanons & Reactions˖⁠♡

• JJK Men Green and Red flags ↓

Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV

• JJK Men And Their Fav Place To Do It 🔞

• JJK Men Turn-ons.

• JJK Men Kinks.

• JJK Men And Their Types Of Hugs.

• JJK Men When They Want Your Attention.

• How Would JJK Men Dress Up For Your Date

• JJK Men Pet Names For You.

• JJK Men Pick Up Lines.

• JJK Men And How They Act When They're In The Mood 🔞

• JJK Men Fav Positions 🔞

• JJK Men Soft Moments With You 🤍

• JJK Men When You Kiss Them Unexpectedly In Public 🩷

• What Songs Would JJK Men Play In BG While Doing It

• JJK Men And Things They Would Say 🔞

• Jobs JJK Men Would Have In Real Life (imo) → Part I Part II

• Types Of Kisses.

• JJK Men As Types Of Love

• Love Troops Suitable For JJK Men → Part 1 Part 2

• Teasing Toji Fushiguro

• JJK Men x Plus Size Fem¡ reader.{Requested}

• Gamer Gf Ignores JJK Men . {Requested}

• JJK X HAIKYUU MEN X READER Locked In A Room ( fluff 🍭)

• Insecure Reader X JJK Men Finding Out { Requested }

• Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters 🆕 ALL PARTS

• JJK Men X Male¡ Reader First Kiss

• JJK Men And Types Of Women They'd Be Attracted To {Requested}

• JJK Men Perfect First Date → PART 1 PART2 PART3( coming soon..) 🆕💙

• JJK Men Period Comfort 🌸 {Requested}

• SFW Alphabets For Gojo Satoru {Requested}

• Comfort Letters From JJK Men→ Gojo.Ver

• JJK Men Proposing With A Ringpop {Requested}

• JJK Men Comforting Their S/O Who's Doubting Themselves {Requested} fluff 🍰

• JJK Men Turn-Offs {Requested}

• JJK Men Reaction To Y/N With A Tongue Piercing {Requested}

• Toji Fushiguro x INTJ { Requested }

• NSFW alphabets Gojo Satoru 🔞 {Requested}

♡⁠˖Series & Oneshots˖⁠♡

Gojo Satoru:

• Birthday Oneshot

• Love Is The Most Twisted Curse Of All [Arranged Marriage ff]: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8

• My one and only [ Requested]

• Gojo Satoru X Dumb But Kind Reader {Requested}

• Gojo Satoru X ENTP f!reader {Requested}

Ryomen Sukuna :

• A Deal Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 Part 6 🔞⚠️

• Somnophilia [Requested] 🔞

• For Eternity (Sukuna x fem! sorcerer reader, reincarnated ver) [Requested]

Geto Suguru:

• Insecure Reader X Suguru Geto ( Angst with happy ending)

Choso Kamo:

• Battle with Choso, Fluff {Requested}

Tokyo Revengers

♡⁠˖Headcanons & Oneshots˖⁠♡

• How They Tease You For Fun.

• When You're On Your Period.

• Yandere Mikey + Yandere Kazutora ( Requested).

• When You Have A Nightmare.

• Their Fav Place To Kiss You.

• Taking Care Of Sick S/O ( Requested).

• Soft Moments With You.

• Jealous Baji Keisuke With Naive s/o ( Requested )

• First Date Part I

• First Date Part II

• When Someone Flirts With Shy S/O ( Requested).

• Reaction To S/O Similar To Nezuko ( Requested ).

• Tokyo Revengers Men Jealousy.

♡⁠˖Series & Oneshots˖⁠♡

Baji Keisuke:

My Reason ( s/o stops Baji from killing himself [Requested] )

Draken:

Toman's Little Fighter ( Fluff - Angst - Happy Ending )

Takemichi :

( Discovering S/O is a gang leader [Requested]).

Haikyuu:

♡⁠˖Headcanons & Reactions˖⁠♡

• Green And Red Flags ↓

Part I / Part II / Part III

• How They Show Affection.

• When They Realize They Have Feelings For You.

• How Would Haikyuu Men Dress Up For Your Date.

• Haikyuu Boys x fem! volleyball player 🆕✨

My Hero Academia:

♡⁠˖Headcanons & Reactions˖⁠♡

• Types Of Kisses.

• Reader Wants Cuddles.

• Night Routine With BNHA Men.

• First Kiss With BNHA men.

• Finding Out They're Gonna Have A Baby ( requested ).

• Shinso Hitoshi ( falling asleep together [Requested]).

• Asking About Tampons ( Requested ).

♡⁠˖Series & Oneshots˖⁠♡

Cursed Touch { Bakugo Katsuki x Dabi x Reader} ↓

• Whole story + Angst Ending

• Happy Ending.

Attack On Titan

Relationship Headcanonsﾉ⁠♡

Eren

Levi

[rebelssvy]

spin the bottle ✧.*

monoma x reader x shinso ⋆·˚ ༘ *

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

LABELS spin the bottle/7 minutes in heaven. kissing, suggestive. mentions of drinking

the hero program grew close after the events of your high school experience. so after it was all said and done both classes threw a party.

sure you had never really been one to drink a lot. but tonight you may as well.

mina urging you to “let loose alittle” as you downed three shots of vodka. never really getting black out drunk, but you were definitely tipsy.

you wandered around for a while before finding yourself in a game of “spin the bottle.” normally you would be laced with nerves. but right now every bit of you stood with excitement.

everyone giggling, jumpy for it to be their turn. you watched with open eyes as jirou and denki swapped spit. mouths agape watching everyone take turns. some giving little close mouthed kisses and tongues fighting for dominance.

when it was your turn, everyone hooted, shouting “let’s go y/n!” mina shaking your shoulders back and forth.

“new rule….” kirishima shoot up, beer in hand. everyone’s ears perked up at the sound of his voice. his stance wobble before he said,

“whoever you land on now.. now has t-to do 7 minutes in heaven.” he shouted. the boys sitting around him cheered. agreeing with him. the girls gave no answer, all sharing an unsaid agreeable yes.

the attention was now back on you. who were you gonna get? everyone on the edge of their seat.

you leaned forward, grabbing the bottle. you spun it fast. it rotating several times before landing… you looked up to see who you were about to get.

the bottle landed inbetween two people, monoma and shinso. you skin grew hot, unable to choose either one of them.

“um… both?” you said with subtle hesitation. some giggles broke out around you.

both the boys rose to their feet, shinso looking confused and monoma having an obvious smirk plastered on his face.

shinso shrugged before blowing out a breath, “sure why not..!” he chuckled, letting his hands fly through his hair.

you skipped over to the boys, grabbing both their hands and pulling them to the closest room.

kamanari hollered cheering on his friends to “get it onnn!” before sero knocked his shoulder.

“7 minutes starts now!” kirishima said closing the door behind all of you.

you giggled before turning to face the two of them. monoma never dropped his smirk off his face. shinso broke the silence saying “we don’t have to do anything… if you don’t want to.”

“no. i want to..” you said before making your way onto the bed. you sat on the edge.

monoma was the first to make his way over to you. he had had some liquid courage as well. his face was slightly flushed and he had yet to say anything to you.

“you sure you want both of us?” monoma finally spoke up. you nodded, coming to look both of them in the face. shinso and him were both dangerously close to you. tensions rising. the heat in you becoming noticeable.

“…please?” you pleaded for one of them to do somthing to you. anything.

shinso dropped his head, making the first move. kissing you softly on your lips. just a peck before coming back, standing straight.

“i didn’t know you were like this y/n..” monoma joked with you, mocking tone.

“please stop teasing me” you were hot. you felt like you needed all your clothes off.

“ok.” shinso said in a firm tone, bending over and laying hot wet kisses on your neck. slowly moving to sit next to you.

monoma stared at you both, open mouth. he watched as your head tilted back and his best friend made work of you body. you moaned out his name. making monoma slightly jealous.

monoma fell next to you on the bed, taking the other side of your neck into his mouth, nipping at your skin.

both men simultaneously stopping and staring at you. taking in your expression.

“your so pretty..” shinso admitted, pulling your jaw to him and kissing you. once a shy kiss, was now developing into a kiss that devoured you whole. your hands traced his body.

“fuckkk.. you guys are hot.” monoma said chuckling. you pulled away from shinso. and moved straight to monoma for an opened mouth kiss. he groaned into you. his hands pulling at the fabric you had on.

you felt shinsos hands on you, snaking around your body. he was grabbing onto what he could.

monoma slowly parted from you, a line of spit connecting you for a second before it was broken.

you let yourself fall on the bed. back flat against the fabric. looking up at both the men that craved you. wanted you.

“you two can do whatever you want to me.” you spoke out, hushed. just above a whisper. you looked utterly vulnerable.

seconds later lips found yours again. your eyes had been closed after you finished your words. to worried you would be embarrassing yourself.

you felt overwhelmed. hands touching you everywhere, but were you needed it.

suddenly you felt hot wet kisses pressed to your tummy.

you gasped into someone’s mouth. unknowing of who was doing what. you moaned when the kisses got lower. arching your back, opening your legs slightly.

your mouth was lonely, you opened your eyes to find monoma still pressing kisses to your tummy.

shinso looked down at you, questioning look on his face.

“what’s wrong?” you whispered to him, wondering if there was something wrong with you.

he flushed, “your so stunning. i can’t help myself.” he said kissing your cheek. butterflies filled your stomach. pride gleaming in you.

“you like that?” monoma asked you biting his head away from you.

you gasped at his words. feeling borderline intoxicated. well you were, but. in other ways.

your head felt airy, unable to focus on one of them.

before being able to do anything else there was banging on the door.

“7 minutes is up!” someone yelled.

groaning monoma pulled himself off the bed. shinso following suit.

eventually you got up. before the door opened monoma brought you close to him.

whispering in your ear “cmon pretty girl, don’t get to shy out there.”

you always wondered what would’ve happened if you got 7 more minutes with them.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

…

idk i need to write abt them more

[queenpiranhadon]

Can you do a bakugou x reader, they share a moment together like on a trip to the beach with the class or something like an situation like there have to share a hotel room which cause them to have to talk or spend time together?

A/N: Lmao this look way longer than it should've- I beg for forgiveness 😭 Here's my masterlist!!

Warning(s): cursing, takes place during third year, reader and Shinso are apart of the hero course after being apart of general studies, reader has a mentioned and explained quirk, reader is in class 1-A, Shinso is in class 1-B, close friends to eventual lovers, Bakugou's a secret rom com lover, reader is gn but is written with f!reader in mind, not proofread D: + anything else I forgot

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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You know the feeling when you’ve been working so hard that when you finally take a break, it feels wrong? 

That’s how you felt- right now- staring at the towering resort in front of you.  

You were more than grateful for the effort the school put in to accumulate the funding for a beach trip for the entire hero course- something the other courses envied you all for, and in all honesty, you would gladly give up your spot for any one of them. It was your third year, a stressful time given that you were about to become fully fledged heroes by the time you all graduated in a few weeks – something you found ironic since you and your classmates have already seen more action than the average pro hero.  

Though the circumstances were a little different for you, as you had joined the hero course later in the school year following Hitoshi Shinso, who joined Class 1-B. You were put in Class 1-A to keep the classes balances, allowing your dream to come true to become a pro alongside the others.  

Your quirk, Eviscerate, let you release powerful blasts of pure kinetic energy that could destroy, explode and burn. Though while it was no doubt powerful, it was unstable, and dangerous. When you first got your quirk, you destroyed half of your home while sleeping, and the following doctors appointment suggested getting you a permanent support equipment that would act as a muzzle on your quirk to keep in contained.  

However the company that supplied the gear was unreliable and neutralized your quirk to the point where it was practically useless. From then on, you used gear to amplify your quirk instead of restrict it, and yet, though the blasts had the same effects they used to, they would sap large chunks of your energy the more powerful the blast was, which is why you passed out after taking out 7 robots during the entrance exam and ended up enrolling in General Studies, despite your potential. 

Once you managed to get into the hero course, you were paired with train with a certain Bakugou Katsuki, who was quite experienced in the explosions department and helped you develop your special moves. Bakugou pushed you to not only become a better hero but a better person, yelling at you to take care of yourself and scolding you if you didn’t drink enough water when you felt dizzy after training.  

You two had grown considerably close due to that, and you felt more comfortable within Class 1-A, never feeling left out despite your late arrival. 

And to be honest, you couldn’t help but harbor some feelings for the blonde too.  

Now, here you were, standing in front of one of the most luxurious beachside resorts in all of Japan.  

Dragging your suitcase and backpack, you gather in the lobby alongside your classmates, awaiting Aizawa Sensei’s instructions.  

The ravenette in question pulled out his phone and starts to read out the sleeping arrangements.  

“Ashido and Hagakure, Shinso and Tokoyami, Midoriya and Todoroki, Asui and Uraraka...” he drones on monotonously, and your brain subconsciously started to tune him out until a pair of names catches your attention.  

“L/N and Bakugou.” 

Almost everyone whips their heads in your direction, and your face turns bright red.  

Bakugou?! 

*** 

Your mind races a million miles a minute. I’m sharing a room with Bakugou?! Shit- what if I’m a bad roommate?! What if he thinks I’m gross! I’m going to have to scrub myself clean every hour now. Damn it I didn’t bring enough body wash to wash every hour of the week. You mentally groan to yourself.  

You see Bakugou heft his bags, grabbing his room key from Aizawa, and you want to melt into the floor. How in the world were you supposed to inconspicuously keep your cool around the man you’ve been crushing on for months?! Especially since you were sharing a room?! 

Sighing, you decide you should probably get your key as well, shifting your bags around, and approaching Aizawa who had your key in his hand.  

Taking it from him with appropriate thanks, you turn around to leave, but you hear his voice, stopping you in his tracks.  

“L/N.” he calls, and you look back at him confused. 

“Yes, Sensei?” you ask warily, wondering what he could be asking you about.  

“You might be wondering why you’re paired with Bakugou.” he paused, choosing his next words carefully. “We assigned rooms based on those who get along decently enough, and though Young Bakugou has most definitely mellowed out over the years, he seems to be the calmest around you.” 

You feel your cheeks subconsciously heat up at the words, warmth spreading in your heart and butterflies erupting in your stomach. Did he really act that way? 

No, he just likes you as a friend, you tell yourself, clearing your throat and looking at your teacher.  

“I understand Sensei. I have no problem rooming with Bakugou-kun.” you smile reassuringly, and the man reciprocates with a wry smile of his own before dismissing you to your room.  

“Go settle in, breakfast buffet closes at 12:30 tomorrow.” he says, grabbing his own suitcase and heading to his shared room with Vlad King.  

You marvel the resort as you make your way to the elevator, ornate marbled floors the color of sea glass accented with gold. Two giant seashells the size of gargoyles stood at both sides of the elevator doors, and you step inside, soft classical music trickling through the space as you stare out the glass wall, observing the many people of the beach, and clear aquamarine waters that looked crystalline. It was...beautiful. 

You hear a ding, marking your arrival to the 8th floor, where you and the rest of Class 1-A were sleeping, except for Tokoyami, who slept on the 7th floor alongside Class 1-B. 

The floors were carpeted, a nice burgundy with simple gold waves that ran throughout the length of the hallway, simple, but elegant.  

Trailing your eyes alongside the doors, you find the door you were looking for, Room 1076. 

You fumble with the key card, pressing against the small black sensor by the door handle, hearing the beep that signaled it was unlocked, and you open it, taking in your surroundings. 

There was a large painting of two seahorses, with their tails intertwined, hung in between the beds. The beds themselves were draped with such fancy comforters that looked like clouds, you almost didn’t want to sleep on them in fear of ruining it.  

“Oi, close yer mouth, yer gonna catch flies.” you hear a familiar voice behind you, whipping around to come face to face with a pair of vermillion eyes.  

“Oh Bakugou!” you laugh nervously “I didn’t see you there.” 

He rolls his eyes, grabbing your backpack from your shoulders forcefully and plops it onto the nearby chair, effectively flinging you backwards in the process. 

“Gah! Ah shit-” you yelp, falling backwards and losing your footing, only for strong arms to wrap around your waist and yanking you back just in time to narrow avoid breaking a very expensive looking vase.  

Looking up you see Bakugou’s eyes on you, an impassive look on his face. 

A few beats of silence pass before you burst out into laughter, Bakugou forced to shift your form in order to not have to fall over again from the ferocity of your heaving giggles.  

“Pfft- you should’ve seen your face - you were like rahhhh and I was like AHHH” you rambled, finding it difficult to breathe as your muscles painfully stretched to accommodate how much you were smiling.  

You feel a hand rest on top of your hand, effectively silencing you as Bakugou clicks his teeth impatiently. 

“Tch- calm down dumbass, ya just got here and yer already trying ta destroy the place.” he grumbles, the tips of his ears turning red. “Aizawa said we can call up room service for free- let's order some dinner and watch a movie or some shit. I’m fuckin exhausted.”

You smile brightly, shoving down the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and nod.  

“Sounds good! You order and I’ll find something to put on.” you beam, flopping down on the bed closest to you, deciding that it was going to get messed up anyways. “Just don’t get anything too spicy. I’m not a weakling obviously, but you’re probably going to manage burning off my taste buds one way or another.” 

Bakugou rolls his eyes again, flipping you off and receiving and indignant Hey! from you, walking over to the bedside table to dial room service on the provided phone.  

Flipping through the channels, you surf through various news programs and sports broadcasts, already missing your easily accessible streaming services back home. Finally, you find a cheesy rom com you were familiar with, thankfully the timing was perfect, seeing as the movie’s opening credits roll through. The quality was surprisingly good, you thought happily to yourself, but given that you were staying in such a high-end resort, you shouldn’t be surprised.  

You make yourself comfortable, mentally high fiving yourself for deciding to wear sweatpants and a t-shirt that morning, so you didn’t feel the need to change into your pajamas just yet.  

Bakugou hangs up on the phone with a gruff salutation, sitting on his own bed adjacent to yours and raises his eyebrows at your choice of movie.  

“This one? Really?” he asks, frowning slightly and you quirk up an eyebrow in return.  

“It was all I could find, plus I know you like this one. You have the book copy of it you nerd.” you smile teasingly.  

Bakugou’s ears turn red at the realization that you noticed his guilty pleasure of reading romance novels, chucking a pillow in your direction in retaliation.  

“So what? Movie’s shit.”he grumbles, turning to watch the male lead being introduced. “S’true for all of em. Books are way better.”

You sigh, disgruntled as the pillow hits you in the face and falls off your bed out of reach. You did really want to throw it back at him, but right now, you were just too lazy. 

“Stop being such a sourpuss.” you gripe, letting your arms dangle off the side of the bed as you lie on your stomach. “Obviously books are more accurate, but just try to enjoy a classic movie as if it were a standalone.” 

The blonde sighs, making himself comfortable on his bed without another word, vermillion eyes locking themselves on the screen, just as the female lead complains to her best friend that her crush won’t like her back. He knew it was a dumb movie, just by looking at the male lead’s interactions with her, it was clear he was in love with her. Were people always so dense when it came to a guy’s feelings? 

His eyes wander in your direction, watching you doze off , face half smushed against the edge of the bed. Sighing, he gets up, grumbling as he realizes his foot fell asleep, but works through the pain as he makes his way to your side, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.  

He places the remote on the bedside table and lifts you gently, adjusting the pillows and rearranging the comforter to safely tuck you in. However you weren’t fully asleep, your eyes blinking blearily as you weakly protest.  

“No...not yet...” you mumble, frowning softly, and Bakugou resists the urge to smooth the cute crinkle between your furrowed eyebrows “Food’s going to waste...” 

The blonde chuckles quietly, eyes softening as he tucks a strand of of loose hair away from your face. “S’not a problem dummy, I didn’t order anything. Knew ya were gonna pull this shit. We'll eat a big breakfast tomorrow.”

You nod sleepily in agreement, as he turns away to get ready for bed himself, only to be stopped by the feeling on your hand loosely wrapped around his wrist. 

“Bakugou?” 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” 

His cheeks are tinted red, clearly flustered, not that you noticed, too tired to pick up on really anything. 

“I...”

“I love you too dumbass.”

[shawtylex09]

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⋆.˚✮Lex's My Hero Academia Master List.✮˚.⋆

❤️‍🔥 - smut

💋 - spicy (not quite smut)

🌸 - fluff

🥀 - angst

🌺 - neutral

Izuku Midoriya.

⋆ New Girl, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Panic Attack, Izuku Midoriya x F!Reader ⚝ 🥀🌸

⋆ Tattoo, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Drunken confessions, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Cigarette. Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Detective!Reader ⚝ 🌸🥀

⋆ Sleep over. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Yandere!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌺💋

⋆ Late night hangout. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Stoner!Reader. ⚝ ♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Rich!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Fem!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Virgin!Izuku x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Laughing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Izuku Midoriya x Biting Love language!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

⋆ Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Pro Hero!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🌸

⋆ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Bunny!Izuku Midoriya x Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Foreigner!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

⋆ Pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x Brat!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ ❤️‍🔥

⋆ Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Metal head!Foreigner!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Headcannon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Chubby!Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸🥀

Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Co-worker!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🌸

⋆ Stargazing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Bunny!Izuku Midoriya x Reader. Pt. 2.⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡Ask♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Fem!Reader.⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Nightmares. Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader.⚝ 🌸🥀

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Bandaid. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⚝ 🥀🌸

Katsuki Bakugo

⋆ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🥀

⋆ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

Shoto Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tenya Iida

⋆ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Eijiro Kirishima

⋆ Yandere!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌺

Shota Aizawa

⋆ Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. Pt. 2. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Hitoshi Shinso

Coming soon...

Hanta Sero

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tomura Shigaraki

Coming soon...

Hawks

Coming soon...

Mina Ashido

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Denki Kaminari

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Turn Off Your Phone (Hitoshi x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Black!Fem!Plus-Sized!Reader (Married Couple/Dom x sub Dynamic)

Synopsis: In which Hitoshi gets tired of not being the center of your attention and forces you to put your damn phone down.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Hitoshi/sub!Reader; Husband!Hitoshi/wife!Reader; Pro!Reader; Aged Up!Hitoshi (he’s in his late 20s-early 30s); Dom/sub Dynamics; BDSM; Consensual Hypnosis; Dubcon; Bondage; Oral (Giving & Receiving); 69ing; Facefuck; Riding; Doggystyle; Reader Cums 3x; Dumbification; Cum Drunk!Reader; Cunnilingus; Spanking; Hair-Pulling; Unprotected PIV; Creampie; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer’s Note: This is a request by @dance-to-mythoughts-blog that was sent soooo long ago & I just managed to get to. I’m so sorry for the long wait! School & work literally became my entire summer, so I barely had much time to write. I hope you enjoy this regardless! -Jazz 🩷🩷🩷

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“Turn your phone off.”

You turn over to look at your husband, dazed and confused from scrolling through Pinterest. He is lying down next to you, in a tank top and boxers that do nothing to hide the muscles straining against the fabric. And he doesn’t look happy.

Sensing his irked tone, you slowly turn over in your cami that sticks to your soft, pudgy form and teeny-tiny shots dedicated to Hitoshi, his pro hero name printed across the back in bedazzled letters. “Excuse me?” you scoff.

You want to think you’re just hard at hearing or that your brain is muddled from the past few days at work. You work alongside Hitoshi as a pro hero, kicking ass, taking names, and sitting through boring meetings fantasizing about your hubby bending you over a table.

You love working with him, mostly because of how respectful he is towards you. You are more than just his wife when you work together. You’re equals. Hero to hero. He respects your intelligence and skills, allows you to use your voice…which is why you can’t understand why he’s talking to you like you’re a goddamn child now.

He glares at you, his handsome face written with irritation and his scarred lips pressed into a thin line. ”I said. Turn your fuckin’ phone off. You’ve been on that thing all day instead of on me.”

You sit up and place your phone in your lap for the first time in hours since he got home from your morning shift at the agency, much to Hitoshi’s joy. His shift is overnight patrolling which starts in an hour and he’s still here arguing with you.

“And that’s my fault?” You sharply ask. “We have a very demanding job, Shinso. This whole day, our team has been blowin’ us up about meetings, reports, villain sightings, and other bullshit.”

Hitoshi sits up too, on the same time as you are apparently.

“Yeah,” he replies, “but you’re not at work anymore. You’re here with me scrollin’ through Pinterest.”

He nods down at your screen showing one of your Pinterest mood boards that you’ve recently become obsessed with making. ”I have about eight hours till I have to get up and be back at work,” you argue, referring to your 5AM shift tomorrow at the agency. “Morning patrols. And you know my social media time relaxes me!”

And you’re not lying. An hour of scrolling through social media, watching YouTube, and online window shopping does relax you after a long work day. But Hitoshi begs to differ. When your phone suddenly dings with a notification, you go to check it, but your husband stops you by placing a hand on your thigh.

“I can’t relax you more?” He asks. He looks up at you with those damn violet eyes that always seem to melt you other than that handsome face, cropped lavender hair, and those muscles.

And his touch…it’s like you immediately lose all bodily functions when he touches your skin. And he knows that because his fingers, ringed and tatted at the knuckle, slink farther up your thigh to squeeze the soft flesh there. You ignore the way his calloused palms feel on your heated skin and scoot away from him.

“I’m not arguing with you tonight,” you sigh, swatting his hand away when he attempts to smack your ass. “Besides, don’t you have to get dressed soon and head into work which requires you to be on your phone just like me?”

You didn’t mean for it to come out as argumentative as it did, but it’s too late. As soon as Hitoshi hears the edge in your voice, his eyes darken and his brows narrow. Aw, shit.

“Yeah, and I’d rather spend my last hour of freedom with you.”

Your phone dings again, but the lavender-haired pro shoots across the bed and snatches it from you before you can check in. ”Gimme this,” he growls.

“Hey!” You snap. You go to grab it back, but Hitoshi is so tall, even when you’re both sitting, that all he has to do is hold it away from you and you can’t reach it. “Shinso, stop! Gimme back my phone!”

You try to stand up on the bed to reach over him, but he puts your phone on the bedside table before grabbing your ankles. You shriek, feeling the soft cushion of the mattress leave your feet as you find yourself falling backward in the air. Before you can hit the bed, Hitoshi quickly flips you both so he is underneath you.

He hits the mattress first while you’re wrapped up in his arms, your plush, soft body pressed against his harder, toner one. Your hands press against his hard chest, secretly indulging in the hard planes of his abs and shoulders.

Your husband stares up at you through long lashes, molten lust in his gaze. “Not until I get some attention…or do I have to use more persuasion?” His hands move down to grab on your ass while his lips toy with your neck.

You softly moan as soon as his lips touch your skin, his kisses tinged with the slight sharpness of his teeth as he nibbles on your collarbone. As he does this, your phone dings again.

“Shinso, c’mon,” you whine. “It’s a text. I have to answer it.”

You try to push off of him, but he stops you by suddenly rolling on top of you, trapping you beneath his big body. His knee wedges between your warm, plushy thighs, pressing right against your crotch…which is the last place you want anything of his right now.

“Mina can fuckin’ wait. You can tell her later that you were busy gettin’ put in the mattress by your one and only.” He gives you a smirk before pressing his lips to yours in a wanton, rough kiss that leaves you breathless.

You absolutely love his kisses. You love it when he teasingly nibbles along your bottom lip, pulling on it a bit before letting it pop back into place. You love the way his tongue slips out to swirl against yours, sharing spit and drawing the most desperate sounds out of you. You love the way he grinds his hips into yours as if he can’t wait to be inside of you.

As he does all of this to completely turn you to mush, just the way he likes, your phone continues to ring. Hitoshi pulls away, drawing a line of saliva with him that connects to your bottom lips. He then pulls your top up to reveal your soft, juicy breasts and hardened nipples.

You gasp as he leans down to begin caressing and showing your titties some love, sucking and tugging on the nipples with his teeth. “‘Toshi,” you moan. “Baby, no, we don’t have time.” Your hands raise to push him away, but they just tangle in his short, lavender locks.

His violet eyes flick up to meet yours as he pops one of your nipples out of his mouth. “We’ve got more than enough time. Just shut up and let your man take care of you.” He continues his pleasurable assault on your tits just as your phone begins ringing, filling the bedroom with the sound of ‘The Boy is Mine’ by Brandy and Monica.

“I-It’s Mina,” you breathlessly say. You reach one of your pudgy arms out to reach your phone. “I need to—“

“No.” Hitoshi’s voice is firm and not with the bullshit. It shocks you into silence and causes warmth to zip through your belly as it usually does. He looks up at you from your chest, his eyes nailing you to the spot. “What do I have to do to take that damn phone off of your mind? You got any ideas, babydoll?”

He sits up, straddling you and giving you a very nice view of his body and hard cock pressing against his briefs. You instantly feel yourself throb and get wet not just at the sight of the tent in his underwear, but all for the idea he’s got in store for you.

You can tell just what he wants by the smirk playing on his lips and the way his eyes have darkened. He knows you want it too. You need to feel like you’re under his complete and utter control, walking through the fog that he holds your hand in.

Your arm slumps against the bed, defeated. “Fine,” you sigh. “But only for the hour.” Hitoshi gives you a big, sexy smile that turns you on immediately like a light. Immediately, he goes to the bedside and fetches his scarves that he wears with his hero outfit.

They don’t just work nicely for combat when fighting villains. They also make for great restraints. Your heart pounds vigorously and does mini somersaults as you watch Hitoshi mount you and begin tying your wrists to the headboard. His hands move expertly, making the finishing knot tight enough to keep your hands tied but not tight enough to hurt you.

Once he finishes, he sits back and admires his handiwork…and you. “That’s my girl. Just hold still and look at me…thaaat’s it.”

His violet eyes begin to glow, piercing deep into yours as if he is trying to unravel the mysteries of your soul. You allow him to, letting yourself relax under his hypnotizing gaze. It doesn’t take long for your body to loosen and your head to fog as you fall deep under his spell aka his quirk.

Hitoshi only wipes your brain enough to take away the anxiety surrounding not answering or being near your phone and replaces it with him. Only him. When he finishes, you feel as if you’ve just smoked a blunt, your body and mind relaxed.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his eyes searching your face.

You relax against your binds, your muscles like putty. “Good, Daddy,” you reply, your voice breathless and soft. “Really, really good.” A slow, stupid smile stretches across your lips, feeling giddy and at ease.

Hitoshi smiles, immediately stripping off his shirt to reveal his beautiful body and tattoos to you. ”You’re about to feel even better.” And that’s a fucking promise.

Minutes later, you’re naked and your legs are wrapped around Hitoshi’s head as he slurps and sucks on your pussy, his tongue fucking your hole so skillfully that you can’t keep your voice down. “Oh, my God ‘Toshi, yes!” you cry out. “T-That’s so good, ohhh, fuuuck yes!”

You have no consciousness or self control. You can think about nothing but your husband and his mouth making you feel oh-so incredible. He peers at you from between your thighs, his tongue slashing against your clit. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums. “You’re makin’ such pretty sounds for me, babydoll. Keep it up. That’s exactly what I wanna hear.”

His pillowy-soft lips begin to gently suck on your clit over the hood of your pussy lips, sending shivers and sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You tug at your binds, your body unable to keep still from the pleasure. It twists like you’re possessed and your back arches off of the bed as if a demon is being expelled from you.

Only Hitoshi can be the one to release you. Only he can make you so insane like this, damn near seeing heaven’s gates with his lips, tongue, and fingers as he replaces his tongue to flick and rub your clit.

Sloppy sounds begin to drift through the air as his mouth moves faster in an effort to make you explode. It doesn’t take long for that feeling of your peak to near, causing your body to tense. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming!” You gasp. “Fuck, Hitoshi, yes! Please, Daddy, let me cum!”

You know the drill and that’s why you beg. Hitoshi knows that you won’t cum because of his quirk. He has to order you to do so. It’s a little game that you play together and he always wins. So when he finally feels like you’ve had enough, he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your juices.

“Cum,” he orders, his voice echoing in your head.

Like a button being pushed to activate something inside of you, your orgasm is triggered and you cum in your husband’s mouth with a choked moan. Hitoshi gladly slurps up what you offer him as your body shakes and thrashes against his mouth, the aftershocks taking over.

Your loud moans die down into soft groans and sighs while Hitoshi hums appreciatively against your pussy. Once your orgasm high fades, he pulls away and licks his lips clean of you. He stares down at you like a starving man and you’re a dessert plate.

“Look at that face,” he chuckles. “You’re so cum drunk, it’s adorable. I bet you want more, right?” You nod, unable to let out nothing but a soft whimper. Your man doesn’t like that.

He takes a handful of your braids and harshly tugs on them, causing you to gasp at the sharp sting. “What was that?” He growls, getting reeeeal close to you. So close that you can smell the mint gum on his breath.

Your stomach flips and your pussy gushes despite the orgasm it just had. You love it when he gets like this. “Yes, Daddy, I want more.” He smiles and presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. “That’s my good little kitty. Now come here.”

He unties your wrists and gives you time to recover before flipping you on top of him. You giggle, settling down onto him with your plump ass in his face. His hands come down to smack it, watching it recoil deliciously for him. “You’re just too fuckin’ perfect,” he sighs. “I can’t believe I have to go into work and give up this for an hour.”

He adjusts underneath you so his cock is in your face, only separated by his underwear. “Take me out, baby,” he raspily orders you. You do so, peeling his briefs off of him to reveal his long, thick cock dripping in precum for you.

While you spit on your hands and proceed to stroke him, he begins to eat you out again, flicking his tongue against your overly-sensitive clit. “Hitoshi,” you whimper. “P-Please go slow. M’sensitive.”

SMACK!

He begins to do that ‘thing’ that you like—where his big, fat cock bobs without him using his hands or hips to do it. Your eyes grow big, hypnotized by the lewd movement. “As long as you do a good job suckin’ this cock,” he huskily says. “Think you can do that for me, kitty?”

You look back at him, knowing he loves it when you do that. “Yes, sir.”

Minutes later, you’ve got your throat full of his cock while he plays with your pussy, his fingers gently stroking your clit in semi-circles. You indulge in his delicious sounds and the way his toes curl as you bob your head up and down along his length, taking him in and out of your tight, wet throat.

“Such a good little slut,” he groans. “Your mouth was made for me, baby I swear.” You begin to take him deeper, coaxing him to use your mouth for his pleasure. He catches on immediately. “Oh…you want me to fuck that gorgeous face? Say no more.”

He lifts his hips up and begins thrusting into your mouth, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. You begin to gag along his length, but you never tap out. You take all of him, desperate for more.

“Yeah?” he chuckles. “You like that? This pussy certainly seems to—she’s so wet for me.”

He begins to eat you out, swirling his tongue inside of your wet hole and nudging his nose against your clit. As you indulge in each other and your tastes, the sound of a buzzer suddenly pierces through the air.

Hitoshi’s iPhone alarm. He sets it every morning when he wakes up or before a late shift when he needs to rest beforehand. He doesn’t want to oversleep. You pop off of his cock, catching your breath. “T-Toshi, your phone!” you moan. “You have to get ready!”

But Hitoshi never moves, his voice muffled by your thighs as he continues to eat you out. “Don’t care. Now cum for me.”

And like a puppet on a string, your body does exactly as your man wants it to.

You grind your hips shamelessly into his mouth as you have your second orgasm, pleasure zipping through you as fast as the speed of light. You moan and sob to the ceiling as you cum all over your husband’s waiting mouth, his cock throbbing and pulsing at the sound of your sweet, sexy moans. At some point, his alarm stops and all that fills the air are the sounds of his sloppy pussy-eating and your moans.

You think that Hitoshi will see how exhausted you are as your second orgasm fades. You think he’ll see that this is enough and your pussy can’t take another orgasm…but as usual, you’re wrong.

Hitoshi is a greedy lover. “Nicely done, gorgeous,” he chuckles. “You listen so well to me.” He begins to fuck your hand wrapped around his cock, groaning as he does. “You’ve still got somethin’ to take care before I leave, kitty, don’t you?”

And like an obedient submissive for your Dom, you turn to him and nod. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently say.

Gently, you lift yourself up with Hitoshi’s cock still in your hand. Slowly, you sit yourself down and take the head inside of the wet, quivering depths of your pussy. You both moan at the sensation, especially as he gets deeper and deeper, sinking inside of you as you sit on it fully.

Desperate and needy, you begin to bounce on his cock. It is slow at first, but gradually, you grow frantic and begin to fully bounce on him, your tits jiggling and your pussy open for him.

Hitoshi grabs your tits and massages them as you bounce on him, watching your ass jiggle and shake as you take his cock.

“That’s. Fucking. It,” he growls, each word punctuated as you come down. “Such a. Good. Fuckin’. Girl!” He wraps a hand around your braids, tugging them back. “You love takin’ this big dick, don’t you? Much better than a phone, right?”

You can’t agree more with that. “God yes!” You practically sob. “Yes, I love it!” Your hips begin to grind as you ride your husband’s dick like you stole the damn thing, pleasure zipping throughout your bones and muscles.

Suddenly, the sounds of your mixed moans and sex are interrupted by your ringtone again. Mina is calling again. You look towards the glowing screen, but Hitoshi stops those thoughts by wrapping a hand around your throat. “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it,” he growls. “I’m about to break that phone if you keep playin’ with me.”

The phone continues to ring, rudely puncturing the air and ruining the atmosphere. “B-But—“

You squeak as you’re suddenly picked up and placed on all fours on the bed. Face down, ass up. Just the way Hitoshi likes to fuck.

With his cock still inside of you, he grabs your hips and begins to draw himself out of you “Or do you not wanna cum?” he asks. The loss of that feeling sends you spiraling. “‘Toshi, no!” You beg and plead. “Please don’t stop! I’m sorry!”

Hitoshi slides back home inside of you, drawing a loud moan out of both of you. “You’re what?” he firmly asks. “Say it again.” His hips begin to piston in and out of you at a slow but hard pace, stretching your pussy out and abusing your G-spot in the best way possible.

You gasp, moan, and wail into the bedsheets, your hands gripping the sheets in an effort to keep yourself from exploding. “I-I-I’m sorry!” you sob. “I’m so sorry, Daddy!”

Hitoshi places a foot on the bed and begins to fuck you silly, his cock stroking your insides and filling you up over and over again. “Keep sayin’ it,” he demands, his voice low and deep. “Tell me you’re sorry for ignoring me. That you’re sorry for bein’ a little brat all the goddamn time. Say it if you want more of this cock.”

You would say that you’re a cow and can moo if he ordered you to. “I’m sorry, ‘Toshi! I won’t be a brat anymore, I promise! I’ll be your good girl!”

The tears that have begun to prick at your lashes wet your lash line. Hitoshi reaches down to wipe one away, sucking on his finger. Freaky ass bitch. “You are my good girl. You just need to be reminded sometimes.”

He goes faster, harder, drilling your pussy into the bed. “So you’re not gonna be a brat no more? You’re not gonna be in your phone while you should be fucking me, right?”

“No!” you wail. “No, I promise, Daddy, oh, my God, I’m gonna cum!” Your words come out in a rushed, rapid sentence as your moans grow louder and your third orgasm of the night peaks.

“Do it,” Hitoshi growls, his voice deep in your ear and echoing in your head. “Cum for me and I’ll forgive you. C’mon, baby, give it to me. Do it for me.”

His voice and his cock demand you to have your final orgasm of the night. As soon as it hits, it is intense and abrupt. You let out a loud moan of your husband’s name along with a string of sobs as you cum all over his cock. Hitoshi chases his orgasm with yours, your pussy clenching around him and stroking his orgasm out of him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moans. “Stay right there.” You do as you’re told and stay still even as your pussy quivers and throbs around him, overstimulated by his rough fucking. “Cum for me, husband,” you purr. “I’ll take it all. I always do.”

That is the straw that breaks the camel’s back for Hitoshi. He grabs his arms around you and holds you tight as he cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his spunk. You let out a delirious giggle as he cums, the high of his sex and the orgasms washing over you.

When your dual highs fade and you come down from the clouds, Hitoshi peppers your face and neck in kisses. “My perfect little wife,” he sighs. “My kitty. My good, good girl.”

You shiver and melt at his words and under his lips, feeling his quirk begin to fade. Once it does, Hitoshi lays you down under the sheets and presses himself against you. You curl into him, spooning with him. “That was much better than Pinterest,” you softly say.

Hitoshi’s raspy laugh makes your stomach joyously flip. You tilt your head up to share a kiss with him, but the sound of his alarm stops him. “Ah, shit, I’m late,” he groans. His hand shoots out to slam on his phone screen, stopping the sound.

He turns over to face you, giving you a lazy smirk. “Might as well take my time then.” He kisses you and trails his lips down to your neck, sending goose pimples across your skin. “But what about—“

Your phone rings again and this time, Hitoshi lets you answer it. You moan weakly as he begins to massage one of your breasts, his thumb playing with one of your hardened, brown nipples. “It’s Mina,” you giggle and shush him. He gives you a wink as you answer the phone. “Hi, hon, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, hey, I’ve been calling you!” Mina says. “Where’s Hitoshi? I’ve been trying to reach him. We’re supposed to patrol tonight.”

“Pssst.”

Hitoshi motions for you to give him the phone. When you hand it over, he then crooks his finger in a come hither motion towards you, exciting you. ”Yes, sir,” you giggle.

Like a moth to a flame, you draw yourself to him and begin to kiss, touch, and stroke him to your heart’s content while he keeps his voice level on the phone. “Hey, Pinky, it’s me,” he says. “Sorry about the confusion. I got caught up in something.”

That overnight shift never happened, by the way.

THE END.

[https-milo]

Hi I was wondering if u could do a shinsou x reader x tamaki story (either separately or poly) where reader is on her period and having very bad cramps and is having a lot of mood swings

my period is bouta hit soon I can feel her presence </3 THANKS FOR THE REQUEST!!

AW, CRAMP!

Hitoshi Shinso x reader, Tamaki Amajiki x reader

(F/S) = Favorite snack

Summary Headcanons and oneshots with Shinso and Amajiki (separate)

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HITOSHI SHINSO

He wouldn't ignore you per se

HOWEVER.

If you're unessccesarily mean to him, his ass WILL make you take a breather

He'll leave the room and come back with your comfort food and favorite drink, along with chocolates and a heated blanket

But before you can get them, you HAVE to apologize

Once you do, expect some quality time with him <3

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE WOULD YOU?" You shouted angrily at your boyfriend as you were curled in your bed. You hadn't moved from that position all day and Shinso was getting worried.

Taken aback, your boyfriend rolled his eyes, "Ok, see you later." He didn't bother turning back as he left the room. You started to cry. Your eyes were puffy and snot was dripping down your face but you couldn't stop crying.

"I'm so stupid! He- he- he hates me!" You sobbed loudly, curling into your balled position tighter. It had only been 10 minutes since he left, but you were feeling terribly guilty. You heard a deep sigh behind you and saw your purple-haired boyfriend with a plastic bag from the cornerstone.

"I don't hate you, babe," He sighed and sat beside you in the bed. He pulled you from your depressive curl and laid your head against his chest, not caring for the mess of snot and tears that now covered his hoodie. "I left so we wouldn't fight over something like this. Neither of us would want to say something we regret later, hmm?" He stroked your hair gently and your tears slowly stopped flowing.

"I- I'm so sorry, 'Toshi," You sniffled. "I shouldn't have been so mean."

"You're fine, princess. Don't worry. I bought you some stuff," He replied with a casual shrug. He grabbed the bag from beside him and showed you the contents. Your favorite drink, food, snacks, and chocolates were all in there. "I also warmed your heated blanket up while we were arguing." He pulled said blanket from the foot of the bed where you hadn't even noticed it.

"You're too good for me," You sobbed as you stuffed your face with (F/S).

He sighed again and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "Shhhh, pretty baby, it's okay."

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

He's tweaking out more than you especially if you raise your voice at him

He calls Hado immediately after you have a mood swing

He gets a bunch of products she recommended

He also makes sure to tidy your room so you don't cry about it being messy (has happened before)

He gets scared :(

"You hate me!" You sobbed as you threw one of the stuffed animals he had gifted you at him. He dodged it easily and tensed immediately at your aggression.

"W-what?" He asked confused. "I don't hate you."

"Yes you do! I can feel it!" You replied.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about... I'm sorry if I made you upset," He said sincerely.

You sobbed harder, "You're too good for me! Get out!" You sobbed loudly and shoved your face into your pillow as you clutched your stomach in pain.

"O-okay," Tamaki replied as he sadly left the room. As soon as he closed your door, he pulled out his phone and called Nejire. Twenty minutes later, he returned with MULTIPLE heated blankets, chicken wings, ibuprofen AND Tylenol, chocolate, and vitamins. "Hado-chan said a lot of things... so I got them all." He walked over to your bed humbly and hesitantly, worried you'd explode at him again.

You sniffled and gratefully pulled him into bed with you, embracing him tightly and apologizing profusely. "I love you so much, Tama."

He let out a breath of relief, "I'm glad. You- you're the love of my life."

"And you're mine," You said as you took the pain reliever he brought and started eating the wings.

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Under the Christmas Tree 

MDNI 

Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Content/warnings/etc: gn/afab reader, Chapter 431 spoilers, porn with plot, post-canon/aged up slightly for no other reason than me being amused by the idea of Shouto Todoroki spending the entirety of his twenties after ch431 making stacks of soba bowls instead of ever attempting to get laid. He does get laid in this though: blowjob, fingering, slightly awkward sex (f on top, m on top), also contains swearing and explicit conversations. [wc: 2.6k]

2 1/2 Months Ago: Kaminari’s Halloween Party 

It wasn't really Halloween, but three days after. Being heroes, you are all used to it. Drinking holidays always bring out a villain streak in a lot of people so most of your gatherings end up on off days. After the long week, it was nice to have a lowkey night with a few old friends.

“Okay, you're up next!” Kirishima yells across the table, knuckles deep in candy corn. 

“Alright,” you pause to consider your next words. Looking down at your four upright fingers before continuing, “never have I ever…”

You can't remember what your actual words were. Whatever you said, it was boring. A few people groan around the circle, fingers dropping, then it's Sero’s turn. And he was determined to spice it back up again. 

“Never have I ever,” he starts with a twisted smile, “eaten ass…before breakfast.”

“Booooo,” Kaminari groans, tossing a few pieces of candy corn at him before dropping his last finger. “Okay, fine. Who's next?”

Shouto is up next. You prepared yourself for another odd one, his last turn was that he's never worn mismatched socks.

“Hey Todoroki,” chirped Mina, “quite a few fingers you're holding up there.”

He glanced down to the nine fingers still remaining before he looked at everyone else's in confusion. He was the only one in the room not down to one hand. Kaminari, Hagakure, and Shinso were all out. 

“Oh. Isn't that.. How you win?” 

“By losing at life?” Bakugo laughs. 

“There's no way you aren't lying,” Jiro adds, “wasn't Hagakure’s ‘never have I ever fucked a girl?’”

“I haven't done that with anyone,” Shouto responded. 

“There's no way,” Sero responded, “you're thirty! You've been voted the hottest hero in every girly magazine for ten years straight. I'm not buying it.”

“It's true, I really haven't,” Shouto said quite plainly, before glancing around the table again. He briefly locked eyes with you, searching for your reaction before quickly looking away. A blush crept up on his cheeks. 

Up to that moment, it had never occurred to him to be self conscious about his lack of sexual experience (or about anything, really.) But that night, with all of your eyes staring, he started to think maybe something was wrong with him. 

3 Weeks Ago: Mina & Kirishima’s Kitchen

“Here’s to comfort,” you read. 

“Ooh that's always a fun one!” Mina exclaimed, grabbing the blue stick out of your hand. “I'll pass that along to your Secret Santa!”

Every year since graduating from UA, your friends group has organized a gift giving game. It had now become some convoluted version of Secret Santa that started relatively normal but gained extra steps and rules along the way. At some point, popsicle sticks in a jar with phrases on the bottom of each were added to give your gifter a theme to stick to. Partially for fun, mostly because a few of your former classmates struggled without a prompt. 

“Ooooh, and guess what Todoroki got!” Mina fished through the jar for a green popsicle stick before holding it up, “‘a new experience!’ You can help him with that, riiiight?”

“Oh come on,” you dismiss, “he's cute but he’s clearly not interested in that sort of thing.”

“That's not what he said last week,” Mina winked at you. You look to Jiro for some confirmation.

“In more or less words, yeah.” 

“And that means…” you ask.

“I said ‘ooh sounds like someone’s getting a blowjob from Santa this year!’” Mina began laughing too hard to keep talking. Jiro continued, “we had to explain that no, we do not actually mean Santa. It was a whole thing, but in the end he said it’s something he’d been ‘thinking about a lot lately.’”

Kaminari chimed in, “and he’s had a crush on you for ages! I think you should do it, even if you don’t get him for Secret Santa.”

“Of course [y/n] will get him, we'll rig it. Like we do every year,” Mina flicked her eyebrows up at you. 

“Wait, what??” Kaminari exclaimed, dropping his beer. 

“You didn't know that?” Jiro asked, while throwing a towel at him. “You've been at the planning meetings, how could you not know that?”

“Okay, okay, you can explain it to him later. But now, let's get back to what's important.”

She moved into your space with intensity until her pink nose was nearly touching yours. Without breaking eye contact she asked:

“will you do it, [y/n]?” 

Current Date: Kaminari’s Holiday Party

“Okay, everyone remember. There are five hours left of today!” Mina announces, “I repeat, 5 hours! If you do not give your Secret Santa gift in this time, you will owe them lunch for a week!”

Secretly, nearly everyone hoped to get Bakugo for this reason - he’s an amazing cook and hates the game. Guaranteed lunch for a week. 

Maybe you got him this year, your gifter still hasn’t done anything. You haven’t either though.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, it’s just… awkward. 

Plus, the opportunity hadn’t come up. You were only alone with Shouto twice in the past few weeks. Once, you were both called to an emergency and went home covered in ash and blood. The other time, you were trying to work up the courage to bring it up when Denki showed up at your door to use the bathroom after bursting a pipe in his (the joys of living two doors away from him.) After that, he was out of town for a week. Then he was jetlagged. This is your first time seeing him since then. He looks well rested, at least. 

Four hours pass by quickly. 

You need to find a way to draw him out but every time you’ve tried, he’s been busy. First with distributing the handmade soba bowls and chopsticks he’s gifting everyone. Now he’s playing a card game with Sero and Kirishima. You’d been following him around all night, looking for your opening to no avail. Maybe it’s the constant glancing or the way you’re tapping your foot, but his two opponents have taken notice of your predicament.  

“Heyy,” a drunk Kirishima throws an arm over Shouto’s shoulders, “it would be super manly if you helped [y/n] with their Christmas tree. It’s been propped up in the corner for days. Driving me crazy.” He winks at you.

“Yeah,” Shouto replies calmly, “I can do that. Right now?”

Thank you Kiri!

“Yeah,” Kirishima gives his shoulder a squeeze before letting him go, “better get to it before we forget again.”

“But I won’t for-” you grab his arm, immediately dragging him out the door and down the hallway towards your apartment. 

Fortunately, your place looks nice right now. You'd decorated, initially planning to host the party. However, your friends stepped in and made the decision to give you space for Shouto's gift. Plus, moving supplies to Denki's apartment took them all of five minutes. 

“This must be important to you, I’m happy to help,” Todoroki says while you push the door open to a perfectly upright and decorated Christmas tree. Considering that the glowing bulbs reflecting off the shiny ornaments are the only light source in the room, it certainly draws the attention. 

“Huh? Oh, right…” you really hoped he saw through the excuse, but this couldn’t have been that easy. He glances between you and the tree for a moment. 

“You don’t actually need help with this, do you?” he tentatively asks. 

“No, Shouto. I don’t need help with the tree. I…” you pause, considering your next words. You try to sound collected but they all come spilling out at once. “I’ve been trying to get you alone because I got you for secret santa.”

“Oh,” the previous conversation with Mina and Jiro comes flooding back to him, “oh.” 

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, very okay. Before I presume too much, do you mind telling me what the gift is?”

“It's…a new experience for you.”

He seems to like your confidence, that you're more experienced than him. When you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him further into the room, he follows eagerly. Dropping to sit across from you on the rug in the middle of your floor, the lights catch his face perfectly. You'd never realized how beautiful his eyes are up close. 

Leaning in, you press your lips into his.

You know it's not his first kiss. In varying years, a few of your friends have bragged about kissing him at midnight on New Years. But you know he's never kissed anyone like this before. Your hands are buried in his two toned hair, pressing him to the floor as you climb on top. He groans into your mouth, his head tipping up to you as his lips chase more closeness with yours. Your tongue slides over his, deepening the kiss. 

You take off his sweater, then the shirt underneath. Dragging your fingers over his bare chest.

Hips pressing into his while you straddle him. Dragging yourself over the hard bulge forming in his pants. The heat builds in your gut. It's time to take things further. 

Reluctantly, you pull your lips away from his. Crawling backwards down his body. At some point, while your face hovers above his belt, you have a realization. 

“You want this, right?” you ask, staring up into his heterochromatic eyes. Knowing that Shouto Todoroki would easily get himself into a situation like this without meaning to, it felt important to ask. 

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” you pull his underwear down with the pants as he tips his hips up to help you slide them off. 

And… wow.

Sure, it's not the most massive dick in the world but definitely the biggest you've ever seen in person. His pale leaky tip begging to be put in your mouth. He twitches at the feeling of your warm breath as you move closer, finally making contact when you lick the vein up his length. 

As soon as you touch him, he crumples under you like tissue paper. He exhales like he’s never relaxed so much in his life. Maybe he hasn’t.

You wrap your lips around his tip and press your tongue onto his shaft. Using your hands to make up for the areas your mouth can’t reach. As your head dips up and down, working up a good amount of spit and precum, his moaning increases. Soon, he’s jutting his hips up towards you. His hand gripping your hair harder.

You know he could cum right now if you let him, but you have more ideas tonight.

Pulling your lips away with a pop, you sit back up. He watches as you move over him, still working to steady his breath. This is a lot more than he really expected to happen tonight but he’s loving every minute of it.

Taking off the amount of clothes you need to, you laugh slightly at how clothed you still are in comparison to him. He’s down to just his socks. 

“You can take your socks off, you know.” 

He does, quickly. Now you have him completely naked under you.

Straddling his lap, you line him up with your entrance pulling your underwear to the side.

When you sink down onto his tip, you feel his girth immediately. Making it what you’d assume is about halfway down, you slide back up. Continuing to envelop him in small increments. You want so badly to maintain the image he has of you being cool and experienced but the stretch of taking all of him is becoming more of a task than you anticipated.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“No, you’re doing great. It’s just…you’re kind of big.”

“Oh. I'm sorry if my penis isn't ideal.”

You could laugh. Seriously. The amount of guys who would be massively jealous and he has no fucking idea. 

“No, it's definitely not that. You have nothing to worry about; it'll just take a bit to get used to.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it better for you? I know you’re doing this for me, but I'd like to make you feel good too.”

“Yeah, you could use your fingers?”

One issue - you forgot his fingers are massive as well.

“Is this okay?” he asks, slowly inching his middle finger in after you showed him how. 

“Yeah, just.. A little faster now.”

Eventually, he gets the hang of it. Earning a huge gush of cum from you, leaving his fingers sticky. His hand lingers for a moment while you come down. You’re still gripping his shoulders and breathing hard into his chest. Finally, you look up at him.

You haven’t seen him look this proud of himself in a long time.

“Does this mean we can try again?” he asks, “if you’re finished after that I can respect that as well.” 

“Yeah, we can definitely keep going,” you smile, shoving him onto his back again. You begin removing more clothes, starting with your now damp undergarments. 

This time, when you line yourself up you slide a little easier onto him. Still not quite fitting the whole thing but the stretch is much less now. 

Your elbows drop by his head, caging him to the ground under you. He brings his warm (and cold) hands to your hips, enjoying the way your skin moves against his fingers as you bounce up and down on him. The sound of your combined breathing fills your living room, nearly echoing from the corners. Holiday lights still illuminating his face while he stares up at you in amazement.

Why didn’t you do this sooner?

You continue riding his dick until the tension in your gut builds. Soon you’re clenching around him while holding onto his shoulders for support again. Your bounce slows to a grind while you press yourself as close to him as possible.

“Shouto,” you moan into his ear.

He groans and turns his head to kiss you.

“Can I..” he asks, sitting the two of you up while he holds you against his chest.

“Uh huh,” you nod and he has you on your back. Hips rutting between your legs that are now wrapped around his back.

Within the minute, it’s his turn. 

“I’m about to cum,” he moans, “is it okay if I-”

“Yeah, please cum,” you whisper.

Immediately, he whimpers - pulling you closer while he gushes inside of you.

"I've wanted to do that for years," he murmurs.

You move the hair out of each other’s eyes while you catch your breath. Eventually making your way off the living room floor.

While you’re getting cleaned up, he excuses himself briefly. Saying he needed to grab something from his car. You figure it’s toiletries or something and carry on.

A few minutes later, as you’re coming out of the bathroom freshly changed into comfortable clothes as he re-enters your front door. In his arms is a massive fluffy blanket, which he promptly wraps around you then leads you to your couch. 

“I’m your secret santa this year. I was waiting until after midnight to give you your gift, I wanted the excuse to take you out to lunch for a week,” he says while wrapping his arms around you, warming you further. “There's a new soba place I'd like to try, but I'm open to your suggestions as well.”

Down the hall, your friends were all guessing when they’d see you next. Some saying that one or both of you would come running back within the hour. Much to the delight of Mina, Jiro, Kaminari, and Kirishima - they guessed right. No one saw the two of you until you emerged from your apartment the next morning.

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Okay, this whole thing was admittedly written after reading chapter 431 with izuchako becoming a thing and Jiro/Denki’s friendship deepening while Shouto just doubles down hard on soba. Something about that plus his absolute obliviousness is hilarious to me but I mostly write smut so it led to this weird awkward thing. Thanks for reading!

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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.

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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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ATTACK ON TITAN

⭑𓂃 UNTITLED ERWIN SMITH SMUT

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☆ Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Porco Galliard

⭑𓂃#ihatemybf - SMAU

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⭑𓂃I don't care, I don't care - SMAU

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⭑𓂃Make The Neighbor's Know My Name ☆ ERWIN SMITH SMUT

⭑𓂃 Their Love Ripened with Them ☆ ZOË HANGE

MY HERO ACADEMIA

⭑𓂃 ELLA BAILA SOLA pt1 / EXTASIS pt2 ☆ HANTA SERO

⭑𓂃 HOMIE HOPPER! pt1, pt2

☆ Katsuki Bakugo, Ejiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinso, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya

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She’s Insatiable Pt. 2.2.

Part 1

Ft. Hanta Sero, Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari, Tokoyami Fumikage, Eijirou Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki x F! reader

Cw: nsfw, 18+, group s*x, slight quirk use, fingering, oral, penetration, biting, marking, light choking, hair pulling, little bit of blood, double pen

Kirishima groaned, "Sero, how do you keep up?"

The raven haired hero laughed, maybe a little too loud, "Ah, Denks and Fumikage help me with her more often than you think."

"Gees," the redhead sighed, lifting you into his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up while they rest, yeah?"You nod, cheeks flushed as he carries you to your bathroom.

Turning the water on he sets you down gently, tying your hair back for you. He washes you, hands gentle as he places kisses along the spots he's touching. When he's done you return his treatment, fingers lingering on his scars. He dries your body before he does his own, not bothering to help you dress before scooping you into his arms again.

The other heroes have already started a movie, Katsuki's set out snacks and water. Everyone has taken a spot on your sectional, Hanta on the lounge part, Fumikage, Shoto, Deku, Katsuki, an empty space, Denki and Shinso beside him. Kirishima takes the empty spot, squeezing you between himself and Denki. Hanta chuckles to himself when you wiggle into the red head's side, holding his arm and sliding your legs into the blonde's lap.

You're being as patient as possible, letting them eat the snacks of fruit your boyfriend and Katsuki's set out. Letting the two heroes you're wedged between feed you, giving you sips of water and soft kisses on wherever they can reach. "Good girl," Kirishima coos every time you take the fruit from his rough fingers.

A good bit into the second movie you're restless, wiggling into a position that gives Denki the perfect view of your slit. He bites back a moan, hands smoothing over your thighs. No one else is paying attention to the squelching of his fingers pumping into you, until he uses the slightest amount of his quirk and you gasp.

Kirishima moves so your body is between his legs, back against his chest. His fingers are working over your breasts, pinching and rubbing at your nipples. The blonde shifts to the floor, inching closer to your heat with electrified kisses across your thighs. He pumps his finger slower, leaning down to swirl his tongue around your clit. The louder you are the more hands you feel on your body, mind a little hazy already.

“Please,” you whine, eyes darting between the ones looking over you and rolling your hips.

“Since you asked so nice,” Denki smirks before becoming sloppy while working you.

Hanta’s hands join Kirishima’s, pulling loud moans from you before you’re repositioned. “Hey!” Denki’s protest is almost as loud as yours when Hanta pulls you into his lap.

He positions you so your back is facing him, roughly forcing his fingers into your mouth as he fucks up into you. Fumikage uses the position to his advantage, replacing your boyfriend’s fingers with his cock. Tears mix with drool as you try to focus on breathing, the cock in your throat unrelenting.

“Good girl,” the two are mumbling, nearing their ends. You moan in response, the bird hero occupying your mouth releasing ropes of cum onto your tongue. You swallow, lick your lips and stick your tongue out.

“Top nightstand drawer,” you hear Hanta respond to something you didn’t hear and Denki walks away. When he returns you see a clear bottle in his hand, he’s clicking the lid open and closed as he watches you.

“Shit,” Hanta grunts, holding your hips still until his length stops twitching. Deku lifts you away this time, situating you to face him in his lap.

“Ok pretty girl, want you to focus on me, yeah?” Emerald eyes hold yours until you nod a response. He lets you set your own pace, kissing you while you pleasure yourself. Your hands are tangled in green locks while his tongue wrestles with yours, his moans are matching yours.

You hear the pop of a lid and feel cold slick fingers against your puckered hole, Deku holding your head so you can’t turn. You feel slender fingers work into you, only making your grinding on Izuku more sporadic and needy. Your boyfriend is working his fingers in your hole, something you’re used to, though it doesn’t happen too often.

When he’s satisfied he pulls his hands away, letting Shoto take his place. Scarred hands lean you forward just a little, you feel the pressure of the half and half hero pushing against your entrance. “Please, Sho,” you whine, turning your head the best you can to see him.

“Easy, Doll,” he grips your hips tighter, steeling himself as he pushes farther into you. But, when you buck your hips against the two they decide waiting is over. Slow is over. And they set a harsh pace. "Such a good girl, taking us both," Shoto coos repeatedly to you. Their hands are gripping in different places on your body, memorizing their movements that have your mouth falling open, soundless moans.

Izuku stills first, trying his best to pull out once he's emptied into you. Trying his best to avoid the over-stimulation you practically force on him, pressing your hips harder into him, the hero behind you pushing your hips down harder on the other. "S'too much," he whines, your fingers tugging at his green locks.

"Aw, be a good boy, 'Zuku," you coo, hips still rocking against him as Shoto chases his release. It doesn't take long, not as long as it feels to Izuku. It feels like forever, he's sensitive, overstimulated and crying. "Tears look so pretty on you like this, 'Zuku," you sound full of lust. And that's what pushes the half and half hero over his own peak. He stills inside of you, holding your hips until his cock is spent. The pair kiss you, praising you again before helping you over to Denki's lap and disappearing to clean themselves up.

"Hi there, Sunshine," the electric blonde grins at you, an action that makes your heart flutter.

"Hi, Denks," you giggled, a pink tint touching his own cheeks.

He shifts, laying down on his back as he instructs you to sit reverse on his lap. His fingers spread your cheeks, watching his member disappear into your tight entrance. Leaning you back gently, adjusting your legs, he motions to Shinso. The lavender haired man moves between your thighs, rubbing his leaky tip over your slit before taking his time pushing into you.

Slowly. Too slow. You and the blonde are whining for him, asking for more without words. The brainwashing hero gives the both of you a cocky smirk, only motivating him to go slower.

"Toshi, please," you whine, tugging at his hair. That only earns you him stopping completely, Denki reaching up and grabbing a fistful of your hair as gently as he can.

"Be. Patient," the blonde punctuates his words by bucking his hips up. He doesn't let go of your hair, just pulls a little harder, exposing your neck.

Shinso's thick fingers wrap around your throat, leaning down to bite where his hand isn't covering. And that has you turning into a mess for him. Your walls are fluttering, squeezing the both of them, eyes rolling back as you feel something building inside.

"Come on, Kitty," the two are urging you, praising you, worshiping your body with kisses. The two take turns rubbing circles around your clit, not stopping when you cum for them. Not until they've filled you, cocks twitching as you convulse around them.

"Good fucking girl," they growl together, Shinso kissing your lips as Denki sucks a new bruise onto your neck.

And just like the two previous heroes they lift you onto the next lap and excuse themselves to the shower.

Katsuki's hand are gentle with you, at first, until his lips are smashed against yours. His tongue licks at your lips, fingers digging into your hips. You whine, feeling his fingers let up a little. "It's ok if you bruise me, 'Suki," you assure him, breaking your contact just long enough to say that. And with that he's rough with you again.

"Bed?" He grunts, nodding his head in Kirishima's direction when you give him the yes he wanted. He lifts you, carrying you with ease to the plush bed.

He lays on his side, head propped up on his hand, and you want so badly to tell him he's beautiful. But, you just smile at him, melting into the red head when you feel his hands on you.

Before you know it they have you sandwiched between them. Back to Katsuki, his arm under your knee, holding your leg up. Chest to the redhead, his lips pressed to yours as they push into you, silencing your moans and his own.

You twist your body, a little uncomfortable, to put your arms behind the two men. Both latch on to a perky nipple, groans and grunts matching your moans. Sharp teeth are careful not to puncture your skin, until you're pushing their heads into your breasts. They're careful not to hurt you too badly, tongues soothing over the slightest broken skin.

"Taking us so well," Kirishima praises you.

Your head falls back, eyes rolling back as you soak them.

"Shit," Katsuki grunts, pulling out of you, covering your lower back in white.

"Fuck," Eijirou moans, slamming into you one more time.

This time you aren't passed to another lap, you're lifted carefully and helped into a warm bath. They've added you're favorite scents to the water, your favorite soap to your body, favorite lotion to your body once you're dried.

Your boyfriend pulls you close to him, "How about now, Sweets?" You nod, yawning softly, nuzzling into his chest as he scoops you up.

You're tucked in, a protesting whine leaving you when the group of heroes turn to leave. "Stay," you whisper when they give you a questioning look. Smiles spread across their hard features, making them look so much softer, and they crawl into your oversized bed. Each of them finding some spot on you to lay, your fingers rotating which scalp you're rubbing.

[dekus-fellow-crybaby]

Training

Shinzawa x fem!reader

Summary: ShinZawa rush home to their pretty new kitten.

So many of you have been asking for another ShinZawa x reader one-shot so I tried something a little newer than what I’ve written before. I hope this does not disappoint! Thank you for reading!

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), fingering, oral (f receiving), pet play, inexperienced!reader, sub!reader, slightlyinexperienceddom!Shinso, experienceddom!Aizawa, lessons on sex, overstimulation, pet names (pet, kitten, kitty, kitty cat, pussy cat), bondage, spanking, humiliation, toy use (vibrator, anal plug, cat costume, leash, collar), slight manipulation, slight water sports, sadisticdom!Aizawa, bukkake, cum eating. Please let me know if I forgot anything! Hope you enjoy and remember to show some love by liking, commenting, and reblogging!

Word Count: 3.2K

"We’re late," Hitoshi sing-songs to Shota as they run through the crowd, their eyes set on the amateur purse snatcher they’re after.

"Nothing we can do about that now," Shota grumbled. His wrist flicks his capture weapon out, the material snapping around the person’s ankle and pulling them to the ground. "The kitten’s fine. She can wait a bit longer."

"Think so?" Hitoshi asks as he gets close enough to bring his boot down on the thief’s wrist, preventing them from reaching out for the dropped bag once again. They groan in pain, activating their quirk to summon a dagger of light in their other palm. They swipe the blade of energy at Hitoshi’s leg, cursing at him all the while.

"Fucking meddling heroes!" They scream, blindly wielding their weapon. "Can’t mind your own fucking business! I—" Their screeching comes to an abrupt halt, their eyes dulling and muscles relaxing.

Hitoshi sighs, aggravated by the lack of a challenge and disappointed with the abundance of stupidity. If he was going to be spending his time away from home, away from his new kitten, then he wanted the patrol to be worth his time. "I didn’t even have to trick you into opening your big, fat, fucking mouth." It’s not a moment later that Aizawa is slapping a pair of quirk-canceling cuffs onto their wrists, ending the shit-show of a robbery quickly. Hitoshi silently commands their perp to stand, guiding them to follow wordlessly to the nearest precinct. Shinso is quick to pick up their conversation again. "I just hate leaving her all alone. She’s still in the training phase."

"That’s how kittens learn," Shota reminds. "We can’t be home 24/7. She needs to learn how to behave even when we’re not there."

Hitoshi’s shoulders slump and he heaves out another sigh. "I know, I know. I still hate it though. Her little sad eyes and pitiful mews are like fucking daggers to the heart." Aizawa raises an eyebrow at the pun, but whether Hitoshi meant it as such, he doesn’t address it, so neither does the older hero.

"You’ll spoil her," the dark-haired man scoffs. "You can’t just pamper her. You gotta look away from the eyes."

The deep-seated sigh that escapes the lavender-haired man’s mouth causes the sensei to roll his good eye in exhaustion over the same tired argument. "But what if she hates the potty pad and won’t use it? Or what if—"

"Look, kid, you gotta trust me, okay?" Aizawa interrupts. "I’ve been through this before. She’ll learn. The training phase will be over sooner if you don’t coddle, alright?"

Hitoshi agrees with the older man, but his tone is less convincing. Not that it matters much as there is little that can be done about it now. They’re already late, the few minutes it takes to make it back home won’t make much difference. But their kitten will be fine in the amount of time it takes to travel to their shared apartment.

Once they open the door, they’re greeted with the sight of their pretty new kitten, sitting right where they left her before their patrol shift. Hitoshi chuckles at the sight and coos at the little creature, quickly making his way over to pat her head and scratch behind her ear.

"Hello, kitten, did you have a good day without us?" Aizawa snorts at the question, knowing they won’t receive a verbal answer. He looks over your quivering form and the puddle beneath you. Your face is flushed in humiliation and tears trek down your face, your eyes glassy as you look up at the two men. Shota tries his best to ward off the obvious sadistic pleasure he gets at seeing you still bound to your spot on the floor and the potty pad they left under you full, but he can’t help the twisted upturn of his lips at the sight. "Aww, see, sensei? We were gone too long! Our kitty cat made a mess of herself." Hitoshi grants mercy upon you and switches off the vibrator taped to your overstimulated pussy, slowly pulling it off. You’re finally able to catch your breath, and you attempt to gulp down cleansing breaths but the muzzle over the bottom half of your face makes it hard to do so.

Aizawa squats down to your level, observing the golden pool beneath you. His huge hand cups your throat, the touch gentle but the power evident by the simple display. His gaze gauges you, his head tilting to the side as he wordlessly watches you. "I’m gonna take this off, and you’re gonna be our good girl, yes?" His eyes bore into you, waiting for a response. You finally nod. "And good girls don’t speak unless told to, correct?" You nod again, knowing better than to hesitate a second time. Aizawa smirks, lightly patting the side of your face approvingly. "There we go. We’re learning." His fingers work the clasps of the maw-shaped muzzle, gently working the suffocating contraption off your face. The moment you’re released from the muzzle, you gulp greedily at the fresh air, the unobstructed oxygen filling straight into your lungs. Good thing too. You weren’t sure how much longer you could have been in that thing while being so close to panicking. He gives you a moment to catch your breath, scratching gently behind the ears clipped into your hair. "Now, how long have you been sitting in your mess?" You blush brightly at the acknowledgment, but you refuse to look down at the evidence of your indiscipline. You look towards the oven’s digital clock, and your shoulders slump when knowing the answer.

"T-two hours, sir," you whisper. Your voice is rough and quiet, not only from disuse but also from the lack of hydration. Using the little cat water bowl was much harder to do with the leather muzzle on. You try your best to ignore Hitoshi hissing through his teeth at your answer. Shota tsks and shakes his head.

"Did you get permission to relieve yourself?" He asks. You hesitantly shake your head. His hand claps down on your thigh and you jump. "Words. We use words now. You speak when we’re not actively playing pet. We took you out of pet play when I asked you a direct question and you answered with words. We’re training, so this is the only time I’ll be telling you this. You’ll go back to being a speechless pet when I say so. You understand?"

You go to nod again but manage to stop yourself and mutter, "Yes, sir."

"I’ll ask again," he says lowly, his fist closing around your throat once more, but not so gently this time. "Did you have permission to go?"

"No, sir," you barely manage the words, your voice shaking almost as much as your thighs.

"You got anything else in here?" Shota pokes at your tummy harshly. Before you can respond, Hitoshi slides behind you, an arm caging around your shoulders and pressing your back flush against the front of his body as his other hand presses down on your bladder, pushing out anything remaining. You whine as the last of your piss dribbles onto the overfilled potty pad, the warm liquid tickling over your extra-sensitive cunt. Your thighs tremble harshly, your hands clenching against them and pulling at the restraints keeping your wrists attached to your thighs. Hitoshi laughs at your struggle. He presses your body back into his own once more, hands roaming your rope-clad figure. He squeezes the bits of flesh that spill over the tight bindings and runs his fingers delicately over your quaking thighs. Shota grabs the leash hooked to the collar around your neck, giving the material a yank.

"Sorry, kitten," he sighs, "but you have to learn." He’s not sorry. Not at all. He was actually elated that his plan was executed perfectly. It’s why he insisted they finish their patrol without skimping the final few minutes. That’s why he made Hitoshi chase that last criminal with him, the one before that, and the one before that, despite going over their scheduled patrol time. And as he tugs on that leash cord taut, your collar straining against your pretty neck as he pulls you over his lap, he knows it’s all worth it.

He loves having you on your knees, shuffling across the floor on reddened shins towards the bedroom. He loves the sight of your sticky thighs as they press together shamefully. He loves bending you over his lap. He loves that the angle shows off your pussy glistening with your creamy juices and golden release with your perky ass pressed into a presenting pose. The view reminds him exactly why you were the perfect pick for their pretty new kitten. So eager to please that you didn’t even object to your alleged mistake. Good pet owners are better about punctuality so they can take care of their helpless babies. But their precious pussy cat is just accepting her punishment without arguing like a brat. Oh, yes, you were definitely the right choice. And now, Shota can take this opportunity to teach Hitoshi how a good owner disciplines their kitten.

Aizawa’s rough fingers dig into Shinso’s cheeks as he pulls the younger hero’s reluctant attention onto him instead of your dripping heat. "Pay attention, Toshi," he whispers. "How many do you think she deserves for making such a big mess with permission?"

"Well," Hitoshi starts, voice strained looking down at your dirty ass, "we were late."

Shota lets out a heavy sigh. "And good kittens should know better. We laid out the rules, it’s her job to follow them."

"But isn’t that unreasonable?" Hitoshi asks, a push-over whine to his tone.

"I was gonna give her five, but ten it is," Shota decides. Hitoshi looks as if he wants to protest, but Shota doesn’t leave room for argument. "If we’re not strict with her in the early days then we have a brat on our hands. You want that, Toshi?"

Hitoshi’s lip quirks up at the corners, imagining his bratty little kitten. "Well…"

"No." A rough, calloused hand smoothes down the globes of your cheeks, goosebumps following its trail. You do your best to remain still, knowing he’ll be harsher on you if you flinch away. You’re a quick learner that way. His fingers wind the leash around them, yanking at the fabric. You look up at your master with wide, innocent eyes; the kind of eyes that make his pants tighter. He pinches the sides of your face between his fingers, blunt nails lightly digging into your cheeks. He speaks slowly, ensuring your little, kitty mind comprehends his next words. "We’re back in pet play. The only sound you can make is cat noises. I only wanna hear your little meows, kitten. Understand me?" You nod, offering a small mewl and nuzzling your cheek into his palm.

It was like a switch went off in your head the moment he confirmed pet play was back on. Your movements become more fluid, more soft, more cat-like. You really play into your role as their pretty pet so well. And when Hitoshi slowly works the fluffy, pink toy into your puckered hole, you easily arch your back as if he were playing with your actual tail. You slip into your kitten mind-space so easily, that it’s as if the paws and tailpiece were mere extensions of your body. Hitoshi was so nice to lube up the toy for you, but his quick work-in of the plug leaves your hole to clench around it, keeping it snug and in place. When Hitoshi tugs at the tail, it feels as if it’s a part of your body and you arch with it, presenting prettily over Shota’s lap. Hitoshi’s fingers comb through the toy’s fluffy fur before his touches scratch up to your back. His digits work your sore limbs out of the restraints strapping your wrists to your thighs. He works at the stiff muscles in your arms as you stretch after so long being in one position. You practically purr at the comforting attention the lavender-haired man gives you.

"Cut it out," the older man snaps at Shinso. "This isn’t a treat. You’ll confuse kitten." Hitoshi sighs before pulling his hand away. You resist the urge to whimper. Instead, you pull your arms over Shota’s thigh, resting your head over them and burying your face atop your paws. The raven-haired man meanly tugs your tail out of the way before he grips at one of your ass cheeks roughly. He leans down, whispering softly, "Ten, and then you’re done, kitten. I know you can do it, pet." You nod into the fluffy paws covering your fists, taking a deep breath to prepare. His hand pulls back, hanging in the air for a moment of anticipation before clapping down onto your left cheek. Your shoulders tense but otherwise you don’t move. The force was fairly light, the sting dissipating faster than you thought, but the reprieve was short-lived after the light test hit. His hand comes down firmer the second time, your asscheek reverberating with the smack and the sound resonating through the room. Lucky for you, the clap covers your tiny, unintentional squeak that slips from the force. Despite the bite blossoming through your ass, you arch your back more, giving your masters easier access to do what they wish.

Shota can't help the breathy chuckle that escapes, pleased by your easy compliance. The next series of strikes are quick and painful, the power behind them leaving your skin red and welting. His hand shifts between each cheek before his hits come down onto the back of your thighs. You can't keep the squealing and squirming down for those. Aizawa shifts you onto your back across his legs after the eighth swat before his palm slaps between your thighs. Your back arches off his legs, your head throwing back at the tingling sting spreading through your lower region. And Shota smirks at this, sadistic joy blooming in his chest as he watches you writhe and whimper in his lap. One more spank between your legs and he's done.

He admires the tears that stream down your cheeks, the way your bare chest heaves when trying to catch your breath. His eyes drift up to Hitoshi's, reveling in the unbridled amazement in his gaze. Shota knows that the younger man has never been a dom for anyone before, the closest he came were the nights the older man allowed him to top, so he also knows that his former student has never experienced the thrills that such a power over someone can bring. The pure ecstasy that taking care of a pretty pet can give. He can see it now, in the way the same perverted pleasure at the sight of your pain and humiliation seeps into his eyes. But Aizawa Shota is a merciful man. Despite the gleam in Hitoshi’s eyes, he knows that you need a little treat for taking your punishment so well.

"Toshi," he calls gruffly. You jolt at rough digits sliding through your folds, breath hitching and body shivering as they spread you out and expose you to the cool air. "Why don’t you kiss the pussy cat better?"

The lavender-haired man is all too happy to accommodate the request. He dives in without hesitation. But his rush to get his mouth on your cunt does nothing to betray how slowly his tongue works your oversensitive clit. It's torture. The way his wet muscle intimately picks you apart, circling your bundle of nerves with expert precision. The pressure makes you want to cry. It’s not enough. You need more. After being edged during their entire patrol, you need more than kitten licks and kisses. It’s almost as if the lilac-eyed man reads your thoughts, his callused digits tenderly prodding your slit. Your older dom pets back your hair as Hitoshi penetrates your entrance, his fingers tapping up into your anterior wall.

You're close—fuck—so close. Looking down at the tuffs of lavender as his head moves between your legs, you get lost in his movements. He's so focused, determined to pick you apart with only his languid tongue and deft digits. Despite his unhurried work, he's quick to pull out your pleasure with skilled movements. Just as you're about to let go, your eyes shoot open in panic. Are you supposed to ask for permission to cum? You look up at your older master, a pout taking over your features while you try to silently communicate with him. The raven-haired man smirks at the obviousness on your face, but he doesn't give you any indication of what he wants you to do. You whimper and whine, writhing in his lap as Hitoshi drags on his torturous methods. You paw at Shota's chest, mewling pathetically for his sympathy.

He chuckles, combing through your sweaty locks. "What's wrong, pet? Do you want something?" Your bottom lip wobbles. You nuzzle your head into his big palm, moving your faux paw-covered hands more insistently over his chest. "Oh, does kitten wanna cum?" You drop your pout for a relieved smile. Instead of nodding, you do your best impression of a purr and kitten-lick his palm as a sign of confirmation. He laughs at your cat-like interpretation and gives Hitoshi the go-ahead. He works faster, harder, bringing you close to the edge. "Okay, kitten, you can let go." And you do. You gasp, releasing silently, your mouth dropping into an 'O' shape. Your thighs shake uncontrollably around Hitoshi's head.

Shota gently brushes sweaty strands from your face as you breathe through the aftershocks. Your chest heaves, lips parted with your gulps of air. And your swollen, bitten lips look so dry, your mouth seeming so thirsty. So your loving masters decide you need something to drink up. Your dark-haired dom cradles you to his chest for a moment before laying you out across the mattress. Your fluffy paws rest over your chest adorably, mimicking a real kitten lying on her back. Hitoshi and Shota find it incredibly endearing. Though, you'd look even more adorable with your tummy full.

Shota nods his head to Hitoshi as he sits up on his knees beside your head, pulling himself out of his jumpsuit. He's been so hard since the moment he saw the golden pool beneath you. They both have. Achingly so—and they've been so patient while waiting to give you their milk.

Shinso follows his mentor's lead, scooting on his knees to hover over you. He tangles your leash around his fist, tugging lightly to capture your attention. "C'mon, kitty cat," he whispers. "Open up. Time for your cream." A small smile twitches your lips before they part, your tongue falling out, awaiting. Both of your masters work their fists over their cocks, their chests heaving with ragged breaths. It doesn't take long for salty spunk to spurt over your face, spraying into your mouth, along your cheeks, dripping off your chin, and tickling your nose. Once you swallow what was deposited into your mouth, you do your best to lick up the rest. It's such an odd sight—a weirdly adorable gesture in such a lewd context—and both of your doms breathlessly laugh at your effort. You wrinkle your nose, swatting with heavy paw gloves at what your tongue can't reach, and that's the moment they know.

You truly are the prettiest, most perfect, pussy cat that they could've ever asked for.

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