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[silentw-lkr]

I think the realization of "hot isn't just an adjective you use when someone is pretty, it actually comes from the fact you body literally rises in temperature when you look at them" is a canon event for every ace person

Edit: Holy fuck that's a lotta people in the replies my notifications r dyiiiiiing so I'll be muting the post for my own sanity and sleep schedule. Pls don't start a war while I'm gone <3

#ace #asexual #asexuality #aspec #and i apologize for evey ace who had this realization just now #asexual spectrum

[silentw-lkr]

“there is no straight explanation for this” neither is there a gay one. there is however an aromantic one

#aro #aromantic #aromanticism #fandom takes #fandom talk #arospec #fandom stuff #aspec

[silentw-lkr]

Have A Nice Day!

#tumblr reblog

[silentw-lkr]

Hello again CC! I’m back with Mammons Flufftober request

May I request the prompt “stay with me” Fluffy one bed trope/falling asleep together 🥰 I hope that’s okay

Ty! 💕

Hi, Silver!!

Ahh I loved this prompt, it ended up so soft and fluffy! I truly enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Mammon

Warnings: none! uhhh unless you count sharing a bed as needing a warning?

You really shouldn't have been surprised. It wasn't like this was the first time your room had been destroyed to the point where you could no longer use it. Last time, it had been Beel destroying the kitchen. This time, Asmo had given you a bath bomb that turned out to be a literal bomb. Needless to say, your room was now an explosion of glitter and soap.

The result of this was that you needed a different place to sleep. Every single demon brother had been willing to give up their beds for you. It had devolved into an argument rather quickly and in the end, you grabbed an extra blanket and pillow and stormed off. You didn't tell them where you were going, but you did have a location in mind.

Later on that evening, you were still awake when you heard Mammon enter his room. You heard the sharp intake of breath when he realized that you had chosen to sleep on his couch. You were pretending to be asleep, keeping your eyes shut as you heard him move quietly around the room. He seemed to believe that you were sleeping because he was careful not to make any noise.

Eventually he came over to you, kneeling down to look at your face. You tried to act like you didn't know he was there, like you were still slumbering peacefully.

But it was cold. You had grabbed a blanket, sure, but it wasn't enough. You had known that the minute you got there and settled on the couch. You could feel the chill creeping in and now you had been there long enough that you couldn't fight it off anymore.

You shivered.

Mammon sighed. "Shoulda told me ya wanted to sleep here," he whispered, clearly more to himself than you. "Coulda told ya one blanket ain't enough."

You considered opening your eyes, letting him know that you weren't actually asleep. Before you could, you felt him moving again. And then his arm was around your shoulders, the other one under your legs, and he was carrying you, blanket and all, to his bed.

Mammon put you down carefully, tucking all his own blankets around you.

There was a stillness then, as though he was standing at the edge of the bed, looking at you.

You couldn't take it anymore and opened your eyes, but just as you did so, he turned away.

Mammon was clearly ready for bed. He had put on some pajama pants, likely because you were already in his room, but his torso was bare.

You caught his hand just before he stepped away from the bed, on his way to take your place on the couch.

Mammon froze, looking back at you over his shoulder, a blush and surprise spilled across his face.

You looked up at him from the bed and felt the heat rise in your own cheeks. "Stay with me."

Mammon turned back to you. "MC… are ya sure?"

You squeezed his hand and tugged him a little closer to the bed.

Mammon blushed, but he got into the bed beside you. He kept hold of your hand, but he didn't get too close.

You snuggled into him, pressing your face against his bare chest, wrapping an arm around him.

As if this was all he needed, Mammon pulled you close, pressing you into himself, your legs tangling together.

"Why do you keep it so cold in here, anyway?" you mumbled into his skin.

"I don't do it on purpose!" Mammon protested, though he kept his voice quiet. "It's just like that. Ya know, 'cause…"

"'Cause you live in a garage?" you asked, laughing a little.

Mammon let go of your hand so he could tilt your face up to look at him. "Ain't a problem when you're here."

Mammon kissed your head, then your eyelids, and finally your lips. They were soft, sweet kisses and you found you couldn't even remember what you had been upset about before. Already this demon in your arms filled you with a comfort and contentment that made you feel like you would sleep easier tonight than you did alone in your own bed.

You settled your head back against his chest and breathed deeply. You listened to the steady beat of his heart - slowing down as he grew drowzy, instead of thudding rapidly at the fact that you were so close.

You had noticed the way Mammon steadied himself when he held you in his arms. A protective sort of shift in his movements and body language. It was subtle, but here in the darkness of his room, there was no question how he felt about you.

And that sweetness, that unwavering love, surrounded you so completely, filling you with an ease that allowed you to drift asleep in no time at all. Just before you dropped off into dreams, you sensed the way your breaths had synced with his. It was a quiet indication of the comfort your presence brought him.

The next morning, you would sleepily see that comfort in his eyes and neither of you would need to say that you had only pleasant dreams.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

taglist: @anxious-chick @t0tallycoolname @libidinous-weeb

#mammon x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #om mammon #obey me mammon x reader #om mammon x reader

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Hi. I just got back from Enchant Christmas. It was raining, I got drenched, and now I’m cold and damp and now I’m thinking of my sweet Hitoshi

The door slams shut behind you, your covered bodies dripping in water. You and your best friend Shinsou Hitoshi laugh hysterically at how your night turned out. The rain was unexpected as it poured over your whole excursion, going through a Christmas light maze at a local park. You had got your tickets a week ago and were unable to refund your tickets so you ended up going anyways.

With the rain being as bad it was, the park was pretty empty. The two of you were able to frolic carefully through the lights without the hustle and bustle of crowds. The laughter shared between the two of you as you galavant through the park had your heart fluttering with pure joy. Since Shinsou became a pro hero, the two of you haven’t been able to have as many outings as besties. However, he finally had the evening free and you planned ahead. It was supposed to be a clear night filled with sweet drinks, sugary snacks, and joyful lights.

The two of you were drenched, cold, had semi warm food, and the park ran out of the specialty drink and cup. But even so, you two laughed about it. The giggle fit began at the end of the maze and continued as you entered your apartment. Shinsou closed the door behind you with a calmer chuckle as he takes off his jacket. “Here, lemme take your jacket. Your laundry room is this way?” He points toward the back of your apartment and you nod. His other hand extends toward you to take your wet clothes to the laundry.

As he walks away, you take off your socks, and notice he did too, and yell out to him. “I’m gonna go take a shower in my roommates room, you can have mine.” You think you hear Shinsou grunt in response and you rummage through your room for a change of clothes. You also lay out another set of clothes for Shinsou to use, knowing he’s stayed over at your place before. Your roommate has tried telling you to try and take the friendship to the next level but you’ve denied it over and over. You start to enter your bathroom to gather your toiletries and run into Shinsou. Physically.

“Whoa,” his cheeks burn red as he turns away. Your eyes widen at him in his boxer briefs and try to turn away. “I-“ he stutters, “I thought you were already, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head to prevent any intrusive thoughts from entering. “N-no, I should have..”

You feel a hand on your shoulder and a presence behind you. “You’re really cold, kitten.” His breath is warm against the back of your ear, his hand leaving a trail of fire from your shoulder to your hand. You tighten your eyes shut to keep your feelings at bay and your body still. Your hot hero best friend is practically naked and softly caressing your skin. Your breathing shallows as your words die on your tongue.

You swallow hard. “Yeah, umm I’m gonna go,” you attempt to escape but he holds you firmly in place. Shinsou’s hands run up and down your arms. Sure the two of you are physically affectionate with each other from closeness. But this is new for you. Maybe your roommate is right? He’s a hero, you’re a civilian. “Shinsou.”

“You know that’s not what you call me.” His breath is hot against your ear as he slowly wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his taut body. The two of you begin to sway to the music in your hearts, ignoring any palpitations of your heart as being with him feels so right. You relax and step into his embrace. The words you want to say are caught in your throat, coming out hesitant.

“Toshi-“

“Yes kitten?”

“What are you, I mean what are we…”

Shinsou shushes you against your cheek before resting his shoulder on the juncture of your neck. You love the way he smells of lavender and oak, a smell you’ve become so accustomed to. “I wanted to confess at the park. I had it all planned out. We’d go by the lights with the mistletoe, I would tell you I love you and ask you to be mine. And then, with your permission, I would kiss you.” He pauses to lift his head up. “It rained. And it messed up everything but,” he turns you around and tilts your head up by your chin. “I wanted, no needed to tell you how I felt. Or else I never would’ve found the courage to do it.”

Your eyes meet his lilac ones and your bottom lip drops with a tremble. Your heart races out of time as his gaze grazes over yours. Your hands reach up to cup his face. His own eyes ask you for permission and you nod quickly. Shinsou slots his lips over yours and softly kisses you. The kiss ends almost as soon as it starts. You shiver slightly from still being cold and hug him tightly. Shinsou reciprocates but also tries to pull away. You quirk an eyebrow up when you feel something…

“Are,” you start, “are you?”

Shinsou places his hand on the back of his neck and looks down. “Y-you’re really hot and attractive so I umm…”

You giggle at the blush on his cheeks and rake your nails down his chest. “I think I can help with that.”

Idk it got spicy in my mind but this was quick

#shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x fem!reader #shinsou x gn!reader

[silentw-lkr]

Damn

@hitoshisbf I KNOOOW, I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF. SHINSOU DESERVES ALL THE BLOWJOBS I MEAN THE LOVE♡

Lool, here it is~ c;

When you decided to call your man as you walked home from work, knowing he was at the gym at that hour, you expected anything. Music, loud noises, even people talking loudly.

However, you weren't expecting... that.

A grunted moan, followed by, "Hey, gorgeous... ugh... how's your day? Mmh..."

You stopped walking, mind trying to comprehend what you just heard.

"Umm, good?" You knew your tone sounded more like a question than an affirmation, and so did him.

Shinsou Hitoshi laughed in a breath, followed by another pant and a mmh that now made you press your thighs together. "Are you asking me, baby? Fuck..." and the sound of dropping a big weight was heard.

The sudden thought of him doing those noises while laying over you, your legs around his slim waist and fingers grabbing his strong biceps, his dick so deep buried into you that the only coherent thought would be "more".

And now you were definitely clenching, in need of him.

You slapped yourself mentally to gather your thoughts back together. Looking around to see if anybody noticed your sudden hornyness for this man that was driving you crazy.

A hand slides throughout your locks as you resume your walking, "Shit... Sorry I called, I just wanted to ask if you want some fuck, shit, no, I mean, if you want tonight some dinner, EAT dinner at my place tonight?"

The grumbled of his breathed laugh was felt in your spine, traveling tour whole body even though he wasn't physically behind you, "You said tonight, twice." Another pant.

You gulped.

Jesus, this man was...

"Dinner and fuck, sounds like a plan to me, bub."

You almost tripped. "I didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did... And I'm definitely gonna have my way with you," his voice sounded breathy, but his flirty tone was there. Torturing you like he always did.

Fuck. You want him so badly it's making you go insane.

You bit your lower lip looking around you to see if there's enough people paying attention or close enough to hear what you're about to say.

"If you can make those sounds again... you can have desert first."

You could picture his side smirk, breathy pants as he completely stops what he's doing, and said, "Deal."

#hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha shinsou hitoshi #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[silentw-lkr]

Mammon whines your name, his sleepy voice half muffled by the pillow he’s laying on. He reaches out toward the empty space between you two. His fingers twitch when all he gets is a handful of the comforter. “…C’mere…”

Having just been woken up, you squint as you try to make out Mammon’s figure in the darkness. His messy hair sticks up from underneath the comforter. You can only see his eyes that scan your face in a pleading manner.

You hum and try to cough the grogginess out of your voice. “Hm…what’s the matter?” You intertwine your fingers within his. He suddenly grabs your hand and grips it as though you he’s afraid that you’ll pull away.

“Bad dream,” he mumbles, now unable to look at you.

“Oh.”

You scoot over and envelop him in your arms. Mammon wastes no time resting his forehead against your collarbone. His arm is draped lazily around your midriff, but you can tell that he wants to cling onto you much tighter than that. He manages to keep his touch light and not too desperate. You rub his back and bury your nose into the wisps of his hair.

Mammon sighs. “Thanks…”

He drifts back to sleep, and you follow him not long after.

#obey me #mammon #mammon x reader

[silentw-lkr]

In case I wasn't sure. Now I am

Nope, I won't do my coming out to my parents

Nope nope nope nope nope

#ace community #acespec #romantic asexual #demisexual #coming out #for real it hurts not being to talk freely with them about how I feel

[silentw-lkr]

It's always, "aces can still have sex" but never, "allos can go without sex"

Kinda makes it feel like aces *have* to be the ones to compromise in allo/ace relationships

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here's the thing. "ace people can still have sex" and "aro people can still be in relationships" are objectively true statements. this is because people can do whatever the fuck they want forever regardless of their label/orientation. however some of you have GOT to get your shit together and stop using those statements to undermine larger conversations about aspec identity. following up "ace people don't owe you sex in a relationship" with "ace people can still have sex in a relationship though!" is not fucking helpful! yes it's true. yes it's a reality for many people. however if we used our fucking brains for a second and thought about how following up "people don't have to conform to societal expectation" with "but people can still conform!! don't worry they can still conform!!!!" is counterproductive and very frustrating for a lot of people then we could get back to the actual point which is not "aspec people can still have sex/be in relationships" but "aspec people can do whatever they want with their relationships and their bodies". which they can, by the way. they can do whatever they want forever. and you should give them 200 dollars every time you see them for dealing with this shit

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I have a squish on a colleague and I dreamt being in a romantic relationship with an other one. I know it's just a random dream but I can't forget it.

What's wrong with me ?

#argh #the worst : is was very sweet in my dream and I'm craving for more #once i dreamt #romantic struggle

[silentw-lkr]

But I'm still not comfortable enough to explain her what I feel exactly :/

I came out to my sister

#coming out #asexual #demisexual #aspec #demiromantic #why is it so hard to talk about personal stuff #just argh

[silentw-lkr]

HAZBIN HOTEL'S LUCIFER

I want him (respectfully)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #gosh he is awesome #what a dad #not as a imagined him though

[silentw-lkr]

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

#this is tumblr

[silentw-lkr]

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Buy me a coffee!! <3

He held the foremost authority over your heart.

He occupied each higher and lesser position in its pantheon.

Acceptance of and respect for every scintilla of difference between you and the society in which you inhabited, propositioned no consequence. Heroics suited him well - experience protecting you from the ever-anticipated onslaught of comments and confrontations had significantly developed his character. Though, it was hardly a reason to gloat. The fact of the matter remained that, in spite of your position at UA, circumventing such horror was a tricky endeavour. But love’s transcendent strength granted Hitoshi both the means and the motive.

And upon drawing the curtain, he always shared that one jumper, ridiculously-comfortable and oversized. It was akin to an invitation into his embrace, but of course that too could be requested. He couldn’t profess to be….yours, without first conceding to something so simple, so rewarding.

He appreciated each individual piece of your soul - even the misshapen ones. He understood himself as the binding-glue, holding them all together. Still, the intricacies of your relationship were often ignored in favour of relishing in the moment…in a type of wedlock bliss. It was strange, without the labels of ‘lover’ or 'partner’. You established neither boundary nor creed, yet somehow…somehow he always knew. Could he read your mind, or were your wishes twinkling like a thousand constellations amid your eyes? Either way, you presumed such fortune undeserved. Would he ever grasp the true extent of your gratitude? Could your heart’s rhythm reach his? Could he feel it when he humoured your silent demands for snuggles?

Well…those demands were his lifeline.

And while he danced with his memories, a melody so raw and unrehearsed clambered on to your tongue with an elephant’s grace.

“Hey…Hitoshi?”

What am I doing? I know I can ask him anything, but…how do I ask him this? Am I just supposed to say ’Are you really okay with me…with my Asexuality, with my reluctance to date, with…my non-conformity?’ And what answer am I supposed to expect? ’Absolutely not, and now that you’ve asked all the questions I thought you’d never ask, I feel that now’s the right time to leave you…to break your heart.’

“Yeah, (Y/n)?” Breaking him from the chains of fantasy had only ever failed once - in all fairness, the involvement of cats and Mr Aizawa played a key role.

'Eraserhead supremacy’, as Hitoshi always joked. He lived (and would surely die) by that doctrine. “Um, do you really not care about my…orientations? That sounds dumb, uh…what I mean is…I won’t ever feel comfortable with that level of intimacy. Is that really…okay with you? Don’t most people take that kinda stuff as a given? It’s holding hands, kissing, then…further, right? But I…I don’t wanna do that stuff. I don’t need to. I never will. You…you’re different. You’re normal. I’ve been thinking, and it…it just isn’t fair to tie you down like that…”

“That really how you feel?” Hitoshi’s eyes maintained their heavenward gaze, missing the tears that began to pool within your own. “I’m no more normal than you. We’re the same amount of weird, same amount of crazy…we’d have to be, or this wouldn’t have worked for so long. That stuff doesn’t interest me, but if it did, I’d push it aside for you. I’d push everything aside, to put you first. Thought you’d know that. Guess not, huh? Sorry for making you worry.”

“Huh? What are you apologising for? I’m the one who got all worked up over…over nothing. Well, it’s not nothing, but…I guess I just…assumed.” Guilt laced your voice.

Hitoshi turned, hand outstretched to caress away your crystalline sorrow. “I’m apologising because you were nervous to talk to me. You shouldn’t ever feel different. Not around me, not around anyone. No-one has the right to say anything, unless you give it to them. And it’s fine…we’ve only ever held hands anyway.”

In the pale moonglow, his humanity seemed to slip…as if it were a mask, from which a god would spring forth. The wind caught his soft, indigo tresses, pulling them in every direction. You might have laughed, if not for the lingering tone of austerity. As you nuzzled into his hand, you remembered the carollers, in all their merriment, who only hours prior, had recited a flurry of songs from 'Jingle Bells’ to 'All I want for Christmas is You’. During the latter, Hitoshi’s propinquity and warmth had kindled something deep within your heart. The word had evaded you, until now.

Love.

Before, its infinitesimal spark reflected the stars above - bright, yet…so very distant.

Now, it had blossomed. It was here…it was real.

“What are we, Hitoshi?” You dared to whisper, trembling not from the frigid weather, but the fear of his response.

“Whatever you want us to be.” He whispered back, paying no heed to the canvas of glitter and twilight.

I want us to be…so much more than we already are. I want those labels everyone else has. I want to be with you, forever and ever, though that sounds so childish. I want you to stay by my side, keep protecting me, keep giving me your jumpers when it gets cold, keep sneaking out at night, to watch the stars with me. I want to hug you, to hold your hand in public…I want to kiss you. I want to tell you exactly how much you mean to me. But I can’t say any of that. You know I can’t.

Both life and love echoed ephemerality, but it was a sentiment you staunchly refused. The labyrinthine nature of this love couldn’t pry your lips apart - the instant they connected, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach exploded into fireworks so dangerous and charming.

It was a kiss imbued with feelings finally realised.

It was a kiss…your very first.

[Word Count: 971]

#bnha x asexual reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x asexual reader #Shinsou x reader #i needed this

[silentw-lkr]

cw: smut. minors dni. spit.

the room is dark, laced only with the sounds of your hushed breaths and ambient music at low volume wafting through your speakers.

your bodies are warm and flushed together, and a thin layer of sweat glides shinsou's body up and down your skin; you can tell that he's reaching his limit because each thrust, each drag of his cock against your walls is getting slower and more desperate than the last, along with the drawn-out pull of air into his lungs.

you moan, just a little louder than usual, arching your back with the sound; your legs tighten around his waist and suddenly he stops...

a small heave, locks of hair falling into his face as he looks down at you - no, really at the space that joins your bodies, where his cock has been entering your pretty hole over and over again for the last hour.

you look at him, lips puffy and mouth slightly ajar, waiting for more - perhaps a kiss or for him to drop another glob of sticky spit in your mouth. instead, he looks up again, into your slightly unfocused eyes, and you're distracted from the twitch of his cock inside you by the dark fascination that underlies his gaze.

"make that noise again."

your eyes widen.

"w-which one?" you breathe out.

he strokes once more, a slow snap of the hips, and you throw your head back again as he finds the spot, that spot, giving him the extra boost he needs to fuck you longer and harder.

another soft cry of pleasure leaves your throat.

"that one."

#shinsou smut #shinsou hitoshi smut #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #Shinsou x reader

[silentw-lkr]

FEVER DREAM ┊ SHINSOU HITOSHI

tags: NSFT, AFAB reader, established relationship, fluffy soft morning-after sex, underground hero shinsou, mild consensual somno (reader asleep at the start), lube, vaginal fingering + oral sex (reader receiving), missionary position, protected sex

wc: 2.5k

Cool morning light filters through the slat between the curtains. There’s a hint of petrichor in the air, accompanied by faint pitter pattering against the window pane. Hitoshi inhales deeply and nuzzles into the nape of your neck, drawing you to his chest and burrowing deeper to shield from the slight draft.

Lingering on the plane between consciousness and sleep, the arm draped around your waist moves, his hand cupping your soft, resting belly. Slow, Hitoshi massages patterns into your skin, sleep-addled smile pressed to your back, feeling your ribs expand with a long breath.

He’s shaped perfectly to your body. You’re still laid bare— both of you are, having stumbled back to bed after showering together. Scenes flicker behind his eyes as his memory sharpens; he relives the sweet sound of his name in your mouth, your fingers tight at his scalp, thighs trembling as you squeeze around his cock.

You, pliant and unawares, sink back into his warmth, subsequently grinding into the cradle of his hips. A familiar arousal quietly spreads throughout his gut. His rasped groan breaks the silence and he quickly tucks it in your shoulder.

Hitoshi couldn’t move, wouldn’t, even if someone paid him to do so. Held close to keep you still, he spends his time forging a path to the sensitive spot behind your ear with his mouth. He props himself up onto his forearm to lean over, kisses left along your jaw, over your cheeks, feather light and without demand. The bridge of your nose wrinkles. You stir a little and his heart stirs with you, fighting a grin as your lips smack together before falling slack again.

So cute.

Hitoshi leaves a kiss on your shoulder before carefully sliding up from behind you. You’re malleable in his hands as he guides you onto your back and rises to settle between your legs. Your skin pebbles where he smoothed his palms over each thigh, down, beneath your knees. The soft light hits your face, dousing you in a gentle glow as you bend to his will, and the sight is enough that his throat swells.

“So cute,” he murmurs, aloud this time, kissing your calf and then the other. His eyes flit briefly to your bedside clock. There’s no rush. A bite mark on your hip, finger marks and bruises left along your inner thighs. He’s indulgent with the way he maps out your journey from the night before.

You shift, breathing growing heavier the closer he gets. Hitoshi knows what you like; knows your body as if it was his own. Thumbs in the creases, he kisses you— gently, apologetically, his tongue dipping in between your folds to part your labia so he can kiss you deeper.

You’re still a little swollen. The breathy sound you make as he lightly circles your clit shudders through him, straight to his cock. Head now pillowed by your thigh, Hitoshi exhaled contentedly, resting on his stomach, grinding into the sheets.

It’s easy to lose himself. Soothed by you, ready to fall asleep again, mouthing lazily at your pussy, his tongue kept languid and soft, rocked by hips chasing sensation. He hears your incoherent mumble; sees your brows pinch up and together, your lips parting. “…Hitoshi,” you whine.

Your voice is still thick, the words slurring together, dragging out the vowels. Hitoshi can’t physically pur but the amused hum in his throat is a near thing.

“M’busy,” he says. To emphasise his point he drags the flat of his tongue from root to stem— sloppy, spit all over his chin and cheeks, gently sucking on your clit with a shameless pop.

A shiver quakes through him at the feeling of your fingers threading into his hair. Nails lightly taking over his scalp, his muscles relax only for your grip to tighten and pull— heat flares low in his belly as he gives an abrupt rut into the mattress, groaning at the dull pain.

Hitoshi surrenders and lifts his head to meet your fervent gaze; not before admiring the rise and fall of your chest, the way your stomach clenches, the pout on your lips that he wants to kiss away. You’re blinking against the light like you’re seeing for the first time.

“Alright, I’m coming,” his smile splits into a small grin. Hitoshi kisses the softest part of your belly on his way up your body. There is no keeping him from that bleary eyed look. You shape around him as innately as breathing, thighs coming to rest at his hips.

“Morning,” he pecks your mouth, still jutting into an indignant pout. And again. You share a quiet breath as his cock slides against your sex. “What’re you sulking at?”

You squint, “Cold. You took the blankets with you”.

Those words suddenly make known the temperature of the room. The thin hair on his arms prickles as he realises the sheets followed him down between your legs where they now pooled at his feet. Braced over you Hitoshi reaches down and drags them up over his back; blocking out the rising sunlight to create an insulated bubble where only the two of you exist.

“Sorry,” he frowns. “This better?”

Your expression gentles, hands moving from his hair to cup his cheeks. You brush your thumb through the arousal coating his chin with feigned distaste and his tongue darts out to chase it. “You’re all messy,” you tell him, fingers brushing back his bangs and repeating the motion when they fall forward.

Paired with the less than subtle rock of his hips he tucks a smile to the corner of your mouth. The ache in his cock worsens as the blood leaves his brain and it’s all static— it’s all you, you, you. “You’re all wet,” he murmurs, kissing the bow of your parted lips, lowering to trace the seam and pluck a soft hiss from behind your teeth.

Hitoshi readjusts his forearms and relieves some of the weight. “Still sore, baby?” his nose is squished against your cheek and it still doesn’t sate his need to be closer.

“A little,” you hum. He can feel your lashes brush the space between his brows, fluttering with the subtle undulation in your hips.

Petal soft, your fingertips dance across his chest. The pad of your thumb skims over the thin steel bar through his nipple, preoccupied while the other hand dips low between your bodies to wrap around his cock. You give a gentle squeeze and a coy look. He burns; raw want bubbles to the surface, honeyed then by his fatigue and diffusing into his bones.

Neither of you can stop smiling. Drowsy and love drunk. There’s a teasing comment waiting in the wings— something about forgetting your manners —that he lets be, privately soaking in his endeared amusement. He loves that you don’t need to ask, that you just come together and fit like two opposite poles.

“I’ll be careful,” he promises, palms smoothing along the dips and peaks of your body as he sits back onto his heels. “Tell me if it’s too much”.

He stretches toward the bedside table and your head tilts so your eyes can follow. The lube is where he left it last night. Next to it is a box of condoms, now half empty. A brief pause sees him pinch a packet. Too early for any mess.

Holding the foil edge between his teeth, Hitoshi sets the lube on the bed and slips both hands around your thighs to drag you into his lap. You exhale a soft gasp and the breathless noise makes his pride rear. He may not be as bulky as his daylight counterparts but he’s pleased that the strength accumulated over his years as a hero can be used so frivolously.

Hitoshi rests his hand low on your navel and lets his thumb slip to circle your clit. “Are you okay on your back like this?”

“Yeah—” your voice breaks on a yawn and your spine arches as you stretch. With his knees tucked up under you, thighs shelving your splayed legs, the tension seeps from your muscles and you recline into buttery repose. You wiggle your hips. “Yeah. I’m good. Don’t wanna move”.

Grin betraying his tone, Hitoshi tears open the packet and rolls on the condom, “Just going to make me do all the work, huh?”

“Yes,” you reply happily, tone so supple he wants to lean into it, mouth kiss bitten and feet digging into his lower back, beckoning him closer. The pressure of his fist is good, better when it’s wet. He drizzles the lube onto his hand and warms it between fingers. A kiss pressed to your knee in preemptive apology, he sinks into you.

Middle and ring finger. Hitoshi leans the heel of his hand to your clit, opening you up with languid come hither motions; careful as he promised, finding little to no resistance. You’re murmuring little incantations into the soft morning. He’s flushed head to toe at the sounds falling from your mouth without any filter of his own. “Look so gorgeous like this,” and you do. “Love you,” and he does.

Tethered by the sharp press your nails leave in his biceps you draw him down into the clutch of your thighs. Your arms wrap loose around his neck, chin tilting in a silent bid for a kiss and he goes easily.

“C’mon, I’m ready,” you breathe, taking his bottom lip into your mouth and gently pulling with your teeth. His nose bumps your cheek. Hitoshi reaches between your bodies and aligns himself with you.

You clench and he groans, sinking into the familiar heat, your cunt like silk wrapping around his cock. It’s a relief when skin meets skin. The hard lines in the room coalesce into a watercolour blur. He takes a shuddering inhale, eyes rolling above his lids before they fall to your face— now lax with contentment, no urgency, no rush.

Close for the sake of closeness.

“Fuck,” he turns to kiss you and feels your chest expand. The back of your thighs are sticky, wet. Hitoshi gradually pulls out, whines when you cling to his cock like you can’t be without it. He lifts his hips until you’re kissing the tip and rocks back into you, setting a steady pace, taking up space until the only thing your eyes see is him.

There are days that he thinks he might’ve hit the ceiling on love, and then there are mornings like this one that prove him wrong. You’re beautiful all the time, even more so when you’re sleepy. Something in him swells at the sight. You’ve no concerns over how messy or uncoordinated you look and that stirs up a hungry feeling in his belly.

His cock twitches and a match sparks. Despite your earlier words you’re trying to meet his thrusts. The air isn’t cold anymore. “Baby,” his mouth falls open as your fingers curl desperately into the roots of his hair and his weight almost gives. “Gonna make me cum—!”

You sound like your tongue is too big for your mouth. “Fuck. Please,” Hitoshi shudders, mouths at the underside of your jaw. His hand reaches down and he plays with your clit, the sensitive bundle swollen and pulsing. Unrelenting gentle strokes. “Cum for me. Please— let me feel you”.

Your thighs clench. Muscles trembling against his waist. A sweet moan gets caught in your throat and your face pinches, held in suspension for an instant, and then you’re set in motion. You keen, the sound tapering into breathlessness, orgasm washing over you.

Hitoshi daren’t blink while he fucks you through the last waves, hips barely parting with your own. That split second when all the tension snaps and pleasure floods— he never tired of it.

It’s not as intense as the night before, that much is clear. You exhale a little laugh, clouds parting and your eyes brighter, drawing his head to your chest where you cradle him and catch your breath.

There’s a hot coil in his belly. He can feel his heart beat in his cock, his throat. Hitoshi’s hips slow to a stop, feeling no real urgency to tend to himself. You make a curious noise, and he peers up at you.

“Why’d you stop?” your fingers comb through his soft bangs. Sweatier now, they stay in place when you push them back. He turns into the touch like a satisfied cat.

“S’it alright?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your palm. “Not too sensitive?”

“Yeah. Want you to feel good,” your head lolls into the pillow, and he has no doubt you could fall right back to sleep. Your lidded gaze meets his, and he chokes as you purposefully clench. “Cum inside me so we can go eat breakfast”.

Hitoshi huffs a laugh through his nose, conceding to your wishes. You bring your foreheads together, tongue slipping lazily into the seam of his lips as he begins a languorous pace. Every time you pull away you come back a little longer, tracing the grooves in his teeth, tickling the roof of his mouth.

That white hot sensation trickles out into his veins. Splotches of pink mark his chest, crawling up his neck. Anticipation prickles at the base of his spine as his thrusts lose rhythm. Everything smells like you— like sex— warm and inviting. You’re wetter than before. Sloppy.

“Oh fuck,” the quiet slap of skin echoes around the room and he feels feverish. He hears his voice break, “Fuck, baby. Feels so— I’m so close—”

“Yeah?” you dig your heels into his back, bringing him deeper. “Gonna cum for me?”

A full body shiver runs through him. His jaw slacks as something inside him is released, vision blacking out as his eyes squeeze shut. The pleasure floods all at once, gently engulfs him, and he sinks into it like hot water.

Your lips are everywhere; kissing the space between his brows, the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, the rings looped through the shell of his ear, his mouth, his pulse. All he knows is the darkness behind his eyelids and you.

Hitoshi gives a breathy groan as he starts to soften and crowds impossibly closer. Another blanket of fatigue settles around his shoulders and you whine at the sudden dead weight.

It’d be nice to stay like this. Have you keep his cock nice and warm as the day crawls on, only getting out of bed when you desperately need to. But just as that thought enters the forefront of his mind, an abrupt gurgling disrupts the peace.

His stomach.

You laugh, walking your fingers down his spine and finding the mole beneath his shoulder blade. “Get up. You need food and coffee”.

He sighs, burrowing into the crook of your neck. Maybe after breakfast, then.

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