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atarathegreat · 12 days

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BAKUGO NOW

Did you say: fantasy AU Bakugo smutt?

Dragon Prince Bakugo.

Bakugo wasn't opposed to an arranged marriage, per se. His mother and father were done with their exploring, and his mother was done berserking. Bakugo himself still hunted, but his mother and father were done with what they called 'young people activities'.

Besides, a marriage meant a celebration, and a celebration meant that everyone got to go wild. Drinking, sparring, dancing! It would all be so much fun for him and the others. It was like Bakugo could already smell the ale and feel the punches that he would be earning. It excited him to no end. Whoever was going to be his wife, as lucky as she was, would have to manage with him being as rowdy as he pleased. Maybe he would get lucky, too, and she would be a barbarian like him, just as rowdy.

"Bakugo, are you really going to wear that nasty pelt?" His mother, Mistuski, stood in the arch to his chambers, soon to be shared with a stranger, "You wear that dirty thing to go hunting and fishing and you want to wear it for a wedding celebration?"

Bakugo turned and glared at his mother, all while taking heavy steps toward the pile of clothes and pelts in the corner, "You want me to wear these overly fancy rags? Do I look like someone who wears green? I'm likely to be mistaken for a boar or a nightwalker!" He was wrong, of course, as he usually was, but his mother understood his anger. Her son didn't like fancy items or flashy jewelry. But his hunting pelt? Surely he had better sense than that. "Don't you want to make a dazzling first impression on your future wife?" Mitsuki smiled, holding up a nicer, cleaner pelt.

"I don't rightfully care. Our marriage is political at best, and a mothers move to get me married at worst." Bakugo plopped onto his bed.

Mitsuki was shocked. Not that he was wrong, her son was intelligent, but that he had openly said it without knowing what was leaving his lips. Sure, political was the best way to call it, bringing barbarians and the clerics together in, at least, a shaky alliance. But it would also be a lie to say that her and her husband hadn't also planned it so that her son would have a wife sooner, maybe even kids if he felt like being the bare minimum for a husband. Mitsuki sighed and sat next to her son, her awfully thick-headed son, "Can you just do as I ask you? Just this once, let this go smoothly?" She hated to beg her son to be clean, but she knew that there was a soft spot somewhere in him.

"If I do, will you get off my back about it?"

"I might."

To relent and let his mother have her way would bite him in the ass later, but he got up and switched the pelt out, securing a lighter wolf pelt at his hips, "Happy now?"

"Okay! Be ready by midday and don't get covered in blood, this needs to be a good impression for the girl and her family." Mitsuki clapped as she left, feeling triumphant.

Come midday, her victory was null. The poor girl's family had sent her alone. From Ethel to Kazar, the young lady had traveled in the back of a wagon with nothing but a simple dress. No jewels, no colors, not even a smile. Mitsuki watched as the girl stepped from her wagon, simple flat shoes hidden under the long fabric of her skirts. She was supposed to be a noble, but she looked like a little peasant child who begs for money.

"I thought clerics wore robes and traveled together?" Her husband, Masaru, watched the girl with pity, "She looks sad."

Her soft flat shoes were dirty and torn, like the bottom of her dress, and the rest of her was...grey. Her and her aura were dull and grey and defeated. As if she had nothing left.

"So much for that alliance, huh?" Bakugo scoffed, returning inside the castle to avoid the silent creature that would be his bride. She wasn't interesting enough to keep him around for anything, and he wouldn't subject himself to the nap she would give him. His mother, on the other hand, refused to let this be the ending or a fail. Mitsuki smiled and took the girls hands in her own, "Hello, sweetheart. How was your trip?"

"Long, Your Highness." The girl even sounded like a field mouse, how adorable, "Long and silent."

If anyone had paid attention for a fraction of a second, they would have seen that the wagon rode off as soon as her foot touched the ground. Sad. But Mitsuki was happy that the girl was in Kazar now, at least she would grow to have some semblance of a family that would travel with her. Mitsuki nodded, "Call me Mitsuki. What is your name, hun?"

"Y/n." She responded well enough, albeit timidly. Masaru suspected that Y/n was raised in one of the many families that viewed the woman as caretakers and mothers. A devastating fate when women were as strong as the men if given the chance to build muscle. There was no doubt that Bakugo would be upset by this girl not being strong or loud. "Where is your family?" He was curious, who was this girl and why was she alone?

"They sent me alone. Said that the alliance meant little to them so long as I was out of their sight." Y/n spoke without confidence, but as if she believed every word she said, "They wanted to thank you for taking this burden off their hands."

That struck Masaru in a visceral way. Her own family saw her as a burden? How awful. She was anything but, and she was cute, clearly had nice genes for a cleric.

"I wish to apologize. I... I know little. I cannot read or write; I hardly understand my own ways. I'm useless and lack the ability to bring anyone joy." It was so awful to hear the things she said about herself. Y/n was pretty, Mitsuki could already see the beautiful grandchildren she would gain from this girl and her son. Good genes and good genes bred better genes, in her mind. "But I am willing to learn, if there is anyone with the patience to deal with my stupidity. I can clean, but I've never been praised for the work." She was so upfront about what she thought was things they would turn her away for.

And this behavior persisted into the celebrations. Y/n isolating herself in the corners, in the shadows, avoiding the others who wished to get to know her and welcome her to the clan and village. It was upsetting.

Bakugo found her after a hefty search (a search of ten minutes where he wasn't actually looking but happened to glance at her a few times before finally approaching). "What's wrong? Do you not realize how grateful you should be for this?" Bakugo came on strong, he was aware of that, but who hid during their own wedding celebrations? She seemed to be brushing it all aside and acting as if this was what she deserved. "Apologies. I'm not supposed to interact with anyone." Y/n was a mumbling mess, never speaking louder than she thought she needed to. It pissed Bakugo off to no end. "Whatever. If you don't want to be down here, then go to bed. You'll bring the mood down." He returned to the sparring corner of the big room, joining in with the fights.

Y/n, with a lot of difficulty, managed to find the bedchambers where she would be sleeping. It was Bakugo's room, of course, she knew that, but now she would also occupy the space. It was a messy space, a man's space. How was she supposed to feel at home in this strange place, with strange people, and an even stranger lifestyle? She was used to the women being small, quiet, never drawing attention to themselves. The women here in Kazar, they didn't seem to care about the consequences of having the attention. Aside from that, the women were muscley and brawn. They even knew how to read.

She crawled into the windowsill and looked up at the stars. For a brief moment she foolishly thought about whether her family was missing her. It was a dumb thought, one she wiped away quickly.

Meanwhile, Bakugo was sparring and drinking, thoughts of his new bond gone as he drowned his liver in ale and whatever foods had been made. His concerns were with winning the matches he was in. Zero thoughts of the girl up in his window. When he did finally stumble his way up to his chambers, Y/n was there immediately. Her gentle hands held cold cloths to his alcohol warmed cheeks. "What the hell are you doing to me, woman?" Bakugo grabbed her wrists to keep her hands on his face. The way she stared at him, wide eyes that reminded him of a frightened doe staring at a hunter as she waited for him to make a move.

"You're too damn quiet." Bakugo moved his face closer to hers, wanting to see what type of reaction he could pull out of her. Y/n seemed like a stoic girl and Bakugo wanted to see her lose her temper, to see her make any face except that doe eyed stare. So, he kept moving closer, until his lips touched hers and he'd never felt something so soft. He would blame the ale later.

Her body was rigid, yet loose, as Bakugo held her cheeks to keep her from moving away from him. Her tongue tasted of fruits, wild berries and water from a stream. It was addicting for the man, even if he was just some drunken barbarian at the moment.

Something about her softness was drawing him in. The way she moved how he wanted her to and the careful way she touched him, like he was as fragile as she was. It was different, in a good way.

"You have a choice in this." He mumbled, unable to make himself pull his lips away from hers, "Just because I am your husband does not mean you have to do everything I wish."

And she still didn't reject him or his advances. It was almost like she leaned into them, put more pressure in her gentle touches and soft caresses. The pelt around his hips hit the wall before the floor as he tossed it, not really giving a damn about where it went as long as it was off of him. "You're cute, I'll give you that." Bakugo mumbled as he walked her backwards towards the bed, bunching the skirts of her dress in his hands, "I wonder if the rest of you is as soft as your hands..."

"I'm not worth your physical affections." Y/n fell back easily onto the bed, never pushing Bakugo away. A loud laugh exploded in his chest at her words, "You're worth it if I find you worth it. You clearly aren't smart enough to gauge that."

Soft was an understatement. Plush and soft, Bakugo couldn't keep himself from squeezing every inch of her skin. "Soft as a hawk sprite chick. You ever felt one of them?" Bakugo nuzzled against her collar bone, "I'll catch one on my next hunting trip so you can."

This girl, this woman that Bakugo has been married to, what type of life had she led? Why was she so subservient to him? She didn't even fight him as he undressed her. He was a stranger to her, and she just... let him do as he pleased. Would she even make noise if he didn't ask her to?

Bakugo bit at her neck, smiling to himself at the involuntary gasp that he had pulled from her. He had caused a sound, though it was soft, to leave her without asking. "You're softer than the women here, you know that? It's nice, but I want you to talk more. Fuck, scream at anything if you want." Bakugo shuffled his pants down his legs and laughed at the way she avoided eye contact. It was apparent that she would be someone he'd have to have a small amount of control over, but that was the fun with some of these things. Bakugo leaned over her and grabbed her chin, "I want to see these pretty eyes on me."

Without a second of warning or even courtesy of being careful, Bakugo snatched her to the edge of the bed and snuggled his cock deep within her hold. She was soft, and it felt like she was trying to pull him deeper. "There you go, just keep squeezing." Bakugo pulled back a little to look at the connection he had forged, "Stretched fuckin' wide, you know that?"

She was cute when she whimpered, her unscathed hands gripping at Bakugo's rougher skin was nearly driving him absolutely crazy. This stranger, this quiet woman that Bakugo was so, so sure he would hate, had managed to make herself the center of Bakugo's, albeit drunken, world. There was nothing to stop him from leaving his teeth marks across her skin, and she looked a lot better with his markings. He had to think for a moment about how wonderful it would be to see her running to him after a hunting trip, how excited she would be to see him return was something he was hoping to see one day.

The pleasure was getting him too lost in his mind, making him think that maybe being married wasn't so bad, that maybe it wasn't just a political marriage. He didn't even see that he was hurting her, but she didn't sound like she was in pain. Blood started to stain the pelt blanket below her, causing a slight bit of concern. "Are you okay?" He didn't stop, she was too comfortable, but he also wouldn't make the mistake of thinking her body was as tough as a barbarian womans. "Stings a little, but it's okay~" Every word sounded like it was laced with euphoria. Maybe she had never felt such a thing, never had sex. Perhaps her body was as strong as a barbarian womans, she just hadn't ever used it.

"Hold on to me if you need to, I'll take care of you." Bakugo mumbled, putting more of his teeth marks across her neck.

#anime #manga #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #mha fantasy au #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader

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atarathegreat · 17 days

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Me again, hallo :D!!

I had another idea! So what if any character(Koko if you can ;)) just found a child!reader randomly at their doorstep or somewhere else, and the kid just randomly gets attached to them, like following them around, walking inside their house, attempting(and failing) to go with them to work. But the downside is that they speak another language, like French. Like when the kid sees them, they just go, “Père!” (Which means father btw)

-🍀 anon <3!!

Ahh! It's wonderful to see you again! Now, I feel like Koko definitely learned French, so I'm just gonna slap some languages into a roulette and pick whatever it lands on. Swedish.

Pappa! Kokonoi Hajime

Tourists were far too common in Japan for Koko to be happy about. Of course, it brought economy and sometimes the fools were addicted enough to buy drugs from some dangerous sources. The problem with tourists is that they brought children with them. Like the child that was currently hanging off his hands.

Going to the cops was his initial thought, until he remembered, hey, I'm a member of a really illegal syndicate and the cops will do anything to arrest me. So, he was strapped with a child who spoke anything but Japanese or standard English.

"Vart är vi på väg?" How the hell was Kokonoi supposed to answer this? It at least sounded like a question to him, he hoped. Koko stared down at the kid, "Look, brat, I can't understand you and you can't understand me. Let's just find your parents, okay?" He was a busy man and didn't want to deal with this shit. Hell, he was the last person who needed to be watching a kid. If Inui was here-

Kokonoi shook his head, stopping that thought there and looking around for anyone who sounded remotely like the kid. "Du är verkligen lång, far." The kid was staring at him again. Did he have something in his teeth? Was his hair messed up? He knew he shouldn't have spent time with Sanzu that morning!

"Yeah, well...you're short." Koko huffed, picking the kid up and pinching their nose, "Short and you sound as terrible as an American."

"Har du en telefon?" The kid patted his chest. Koko at least understood one word, or he hoped he had. "Phone?" He held up his cell and glared when the kid snatched it. "Rude little thing, aren't you?" Kokonoi watched as the kid tapped, rather roughly and with sticky fingers, on his screen until the phone rang. At least they had motor functions and parents with enough sense to teach them phone numbers.

"Vi måste stanna här så att de kan hitta oss, pappa." The kids' grimy fingers pointed at a bench. "No, I'm not sitting on that." But he would set the child on it. What?! The kid was already gross and slobbery.

"You are a little cute, if I squint." Koko flicked the kid in the forehead, "Could just take you home and no one would ever see you again."

Neither of them understood each other, which was probably best. The last thing Koko wanted was for this brats' parents to get wound up over something stupid that he said.

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi x reader

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atarathegreat · 17 days

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No Nut November Tokyo Revengers 3

ft; Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Chifuyu Matsuno, Peh-Yan, Hakkai Shiba.

Nahoya doesn't give a shit about any challenge. If he wants to bury his cock in your heat, then he will. Whether he cums or not doesn't matter, so long as he gets to feel you come apart. Having you in his lap, bouncing you as hard as he can so he can watch your tits bounce is his favorite place to be. Even if Souya walks in, he's not stopping. If anything, he's going harder, making you cry as loud as possible while Souya has already slammed the door and run off.

It's too easy for him to get lost in you. What started as mutual masturbation ended with Souya whining as he begged you to let him cum again. He thought he could handle simply rubbing his tip against your clit, watching you cum as he edged himself time and time again. But you were too cute, sounding too lovely for him to resist just the tip. The second you were wrapped around him, he lost all reason.

The amount of self-control Chifuyu has over himself and his urges is extreme. Showering with you was a piece of cake. He loved your body. The way the water flowed over every inch of you was the most perfect thing to him, and he loved to brag about how wonderful you and your body were to anyone who would listen. But this? This was ridiculous. You'd been walking around all day in that sweet little dress that hugged you perfectly in all the right places. How was he not supposed to bend you over the nearest chair? Still, Chifuyu refused to fail, even if you whined when he stopped and only drew fat circles around your clit. Edging himself further was a small price to pay to feel your cunt flutter around his cock.

Peh is about as bad as Pah, but he at least lasted a few minutes longer. Probably. Truth was, Pey loved you and the way you felt around him too much. There wasn't a moment he wasn't in you or had the easiest route to sink into any of your holes. He'd already abused your pussy, now he couldn't take his eyes off the way you gagged around his length.

Giving in easily was what Hakkai did best. You were all dolled up, dressed really pretty, all to get his attention. And here he was, slow fucking you through another round of mascara stained tears and incoherent pleading. He had fucked you full and was only fighting against his own seed that plugged your body.

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya x reader #souya kawata #souya x reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #ryohei hayashi #ryohei x reader #peh-yan #smiley #angry

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atarathegreat · 17 days

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Clubbing Day. Eijiro Kirishima

Any chance he got, Kirishima loved to show you off. Kaminari and Mina suggesting a night at the club was the perfect opportunity to get you dolled up. And you didn't disappoint him. You came out wearing the new dress he bought you, the slit up the leg making him groan as you did a little spin to show off to him. "Absolutely stunning, sweetheart. Now take it off?" Kirishima gave you a lopsided grin. "When we get home, I'll let you rip it off." He loved the way you giggled, your blind trust that he wouldn't decide to stay in and ravage you was cute, as well.

You and Mina wore identical dresses, in the way that hers was pink with the slit on the opposite side, and you two went crazy over it. Complimenting each other and talking about how fun the night was going to be. Kaminari elbowed Kirishima, "Couple of cuties, huh?"

"Yeah. Can't wait to get her home, though." Kirishima chuckled and let his eyes roam over your body, the way your ass jiggled when you walked caught his attention too directly, "She wore that on purpose. No way she didn't." As if he could miss the way you kept glancing back at him, making sure he was watching your every move. Kirishima knew that you were trying to get to him, maybe as a slight punishment for being busy that week. He didn't really mind; you both would have the times of your lives later anyway. Kaminari laughed with him, landing a decent pat on his friends back, "Go easy on the bathroom this time, yeah? Don't break another sink."

Mina had to stifle her laughter as you two walked in front of the boys, hearing their silly conversation. It wasn't a lie. You and Kirishima had broken a sink in that same club before all because you wanted to play around with him.

All through the night people were complimenting you and your clothes, a few guys even touching the dress over your side, but you were a good girl and pushed their hands away. People giving you attention is what Kirishima wanted, he got enough of it from press and fans since he was a hero and he felt that you deserved your own attention from someone other than him. But this guy who wouldn't leave his hands off you was pissing him off. "Baby, c'mon, I've got something for you."

He didn't give a damn about the sink, bending you over it and biting at your neck. With his sharp teeth he'd left marks, scars in the shape of his teeth on your shoulder, biting back into the same spots and licking at the blood that came up. "I don't like how he was touching you." Kirishima grumbled as he used his teeth to rip the top of your dress downward, "I know it's not your fault, but I need to do something to mark you as mine." Kirishima wasn't afraid to show his weakness or insecurities, and you didn't mind in the slightest.

Biting down on your other shoulder pulled a whine from the depths of your chest, the feeling shooting straight through his body as he licked at the fresh blood. Of course he felt guilty for all the pain it was causing you, but he also knew that a small part of you was into it. Deeply. The remainder of your dress was shoved off your hips, left in a heap of fabric at your feet that Kirishima quickly tossed in the trash. "Jump, sweetheart." Kirishima grabbed the back of your thighs, plopping you down on the fancy sink. "Are we gonna break this one, too?" You giggled and helped him with his belt.

"If it breaks, it breaks. What's another scandal in the news?" Kirishima freed his cock, and you were right there with your fingers around it. He was pretty, long and kind of thick with a squishy tip, and you loved the way he hissed when you rubbed your thumb over the slit. "So pretty, Kiri." The look you gave him just made him gently pull himself from your hand and angle to bury into you. "You feel perfect, sweetheart. I'm gonna stretch you until you can't handle it anymore."

Off the bat, Kirishima was rough. He held the sink, ramming himself into you without worrying about whether anyone on the outside could hear you or not. He didn't care. He wanted to leave his mark on your body, let people know that you were his. Especially the piece of shit that thought he could touch you again and again and again.

"Be loud, sweetheart." Kirishima panted into your shoulder, his breath warm and hidden by the way he was making you cry out. "Let me hear you, let me hear what I'm doing to you." As if the way you were scratching up his arms wasn't enough proof that he was destroying you, he wanted you to rupture his eardrums. "Come on, baby. Cry for me, cry loud. Let this whole club hear your pretty sounds." Kirishima pulled you from the sink, ramming into you faster than even he thought possible.

"Kiri!" Your scream was loud, echoing off the walls of the restroom, along with the sticky sounds coming from your connection. Sounds that Kirishima knew meant he was going to have a stain on his suit, but he didn't care. "There you go, baby, there you go." Kirishima slowed down, dragging out his own end.

A light knock reverberated off the door, Mina's voice floating through, "Spare dress on the door handle."

"You planned this, you little minx." Kirishima rubbed his nose behind your ear, "Bet you know that guy, too, huh?"

"The guy was an improvised part."

#anime #x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader

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atarathegreat · 17 days

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I'm Tired, Love. Takashi Mitsuya.

Draken's death was hitting your boyfriend harder than you'd ever seen anything affect him. He stayed holed up in his office, never answered calls, not even from his sisters. It was unusual. Mitsuya always, at the very least, texted you back. It worried you, so you decided to go and visit him to check in on him.

Mitsuya's office was a brisk walk away from your home, the same home he hadn't returned to for days. You dressed up in some clothes that he had made you, hoping that would at least bring a smile to his face. But there was no such luck. When you walked in Mitsuya was already yelling at his sister, Luna, to leave him alone. "Just get out! I'm a grown man! I can take care of myself!" Mitsuya, who was typically soft spoken, was screaming and throwing things. He wasn't concerned with the impact it had, nor with the way his sister left crying. He wasn't Mitsuya.

Luna stopped for only a second to get a quick, comforting hug from you, "Good luck."

All of you had been trying to get Mitsuya to stop locking himself away, with zero success. He was obstinate, set in finishing the piece he was working on. A piece he had been making for Draken.

"Taka..." Your cautious voice earned an if-looks-could-kill glare. He wasn't in the mood for another lecture, and he made that obvious by the way he ignored you. If it had been a few years earlier, you would've accepted his silence and let him be alone. This was his blood brother who had died, and you couldn't just let him be alone anymore. Mitsuya hadn't shaved nor showered, and his hair was unkempt. There was no way this was him even close to the right state of mind. "Takashi, please." You sat next to him as he kept working on the clothing piece, "Please, you aren't taking care of yourself."

"You expect me to? This needs to be done for his funeral, I made a promise!" Mitsuya turned on you, shoving you away from him. He had promised Mikey that the piece would be done, and Draken could be buried in it, but Mikey wouldn't want Mitsuya to be driving himself into the ground like this. "His funeral is in a month, Taka, and you work fast. It will be done. Mikey doesn't want you to tire yourself out, you know that." You tried to reason with him. But he didn't seem to care.

Once again you were ignored and Mitsuya went back to his work.

"Draken wouldn't want you to work yourself to death over him." You whispered. Mitsuya paused and the atmosphere grew heavy, like an overly stuffed weighted blanket. There wasn't any time for you to process his movements when you were slammed against the floor. "Don't fucking talk like you knew Draken at all! You didn't! So shut the fuck up!" Mitsuya screamed in your face. It was so out of character for your boyfriend to be so...aggressive.

Silence was the only right answer with Mitsuya being like this. So you did just that. You stared up at him, silent and loving as he glared back, beautiful lavender orbs narrowed in anger and mourning with tears starting to glisten in his waterline. "Don't talk about him like you understood him...you didn't fucking understand..." Mitsuya slowly let his arms give out so he was laying on you, "...don't say shit like you know what you're talking about..."

The simple act of him giving out, him laying on you and letting your body be a sense of comfort, was all you needed to know that Mitsuya understood you were correct. The walk home was quiet, but at least he was done fighting you.

Mitsuya stared around the apartment he shared with you as you closed the door. "Let's get you in a shower first, I'll make dinner after." Mitsuya was glad to hear your soft voice after he'd been so rude to you in his office. "Will you remind me to call Luna and apologize?" But even as he asked, he was trying to figure out how to apologize for his behavior that he was pretty sure resulted in you hitting your head a little too hard.

"Of course. I'm sure she understands, though." You started the shower for him, "Just focus on trying to relax right now."

"Shower with me." He trapped you between him and the sink. No doubt, no hesitation. You let him help you undress, "I'm glad you came back home with me."

"Would you have left me alone if I hadn't?"

"Of course."

If he had needed more time to be alone, you would have allowed him that. Sometimes people just needed to fully grieve and accept the things that happened. And he'd just lost the only family that he felt understood him like no one else did.

But you... oh the way you seemed to just get him. It was different. Like you didn't understand him completely, but you didn't need to at the same time. As if he was the perfect mystery. Soft hands washed his hair and body, careful where you knew he was most sensitive. He was a sucker for eye contact, and you granted that for him as you washed behind his ears.

"Turn around, love." Mitsuya whispered, kissing your nose, "Grab hold of that wall for me." Maybe he was disgusting for thinking sex would keep you around after he bounced your head off the ground, but when he saw how easily you listened, how readily you gave yourself to him, he didn't care. "You're so soft, you know that?" Mitsuya's eyes rolled back as he pushed into your hole, "Soft and so easy to get lost in..."

Paper thin walls had you both keeping your voices down, the bathroom sounded like a soft-core porno where both the actors were actually getting into their bit. It was obvious that Mitsuya had checked out of his senses long ago, but this was peak out of his mind. Your velvety walls holding him just as gently as your hands washed his hair nearly caused him to absolutely be gone. "Taka~" You stepped one leg out, spreading wider just for him. "Just feel me, love, don't do anything else." Mitsuya panted, fingers digging in harshly as he tried to be gentle in his movements, "Just feel all of me. Feel all of me like I feel all of you."

Fuck, he loved how firm your cervix was against the head of his cock, as if you were trying to keep him from going as deep as he could. "Feels like fuckin' silk..." Mitsuya rested his head between your shoulder blades, "Sewn together just for me..."

Mitsuya cleaned you up before letting you even think about getting out of the shower, he'd made the mess after all. He only bothered to wrap a towel around his waist as he dried you off, one towel wrapped perfectly around your hair as he made sure the rest of you was as dry as could be. He knew you hated how your clothes felt on damp skin.

"Come here, Taka." You were already getting the razor and shaving cream out. He should've guessed that you were going to do that, but he really didn't want you to go that far out of your way. "I'm okay." Mitsuya smiled, "I'll shave in the morning."

"No you won't." You knew him better than that, and he was stupid for thinking you would let that happen. Mitsuya watched the way your ass and thighs jiggled as you hopped onto the little sink. "Come here." And it was final. You didn't ask twice, hell, you hadn't even asked the first time. Once more, Mitsuya gave in to your orders and stood between your knees so you could get his appearance together.

While you were busy, carefully shaving him, Mitsuya tenderly massaged your breasts. They were soft, like the rest of you. "This soft body...like velvet and silk molded together." He mumbled, grabbing his cock and gently pushing into you again, "I'm sorry, love. I-"

"It's okay, Taka." You were so focused on the task at hand, "Just move slow so I don't accidently cut you, yeah? Just process everything in your own way."

It crossed his mind that he probably was really disgusting for processing his friend's death through your pussy, but at the same time, you spoke so confidently. How was he not supposed to believe you? He kept to agonizingly slow movements, keeping you steady by your hips and staring into your eyes as you focused on where the blade was.

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya takashi x reader

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atarathegreat · 17 days

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so if you make malereader... could you make something about Rindou? as if he wanted to introduce his boyfriend to tenjiku

siIf you don't want to do it you can ignore this! remember to rest a little!

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Rindou had never been open about himself. Not because he didn't want to, he just never really talked to anyone. He spoke to Ran most often, and even then, he never told his brother about his relationship, as Ran had a bad habit of screwing everything that walked.

"When am I going to meet your brother?" You had asked him one night, sitting on his bike as you both watched the stars. Rindou groaned, partially wishing that you could just be happy enough to know that Ran was still breathing. But no. You wanted to meet his brother and, what, befriend him? "The idea is that you won't." Rindou admitted. Just the idea of his brother being near you sent his emotions sideways. Ran wasn't nice by a long shot, and he just knew that his brother would say something that would get you into a mood and he would have to deal with even more bullshit.

"Come on, Rindou! We've been together for months now!" You protested and kicked his shin, "You ashamed of me or something?"

"No!" Rindou was anything but ashamed. But he was unsure of how to tell you that his brother was an asshole without you slapping him in the back of the head. "Look, it actually ain't you. Ran is-is...shit, my brother is a dickhead and doesn't know when to shut the fuck up."

"So he'll make a few edgy jokes?"

"Worse."

How was he supposed to make it make sense? Ran would purposefully make you uncomfortable just to see you blush as dark as you could, and that was only if he decided he didn't want to have sex with you. Rindou had one too many significant others whisked away by his brother. "Don't make me tell you the extent." Rindou sighed, leaning on his handlebars.

"Then I want to meet your brother." Why did you have to put him in this position? He decided to suck it up and turned just a little bit to look at you, "You actually want to meet him?"

The way you nodded was cute to him, but he kept his face neutral. Rindou would make sure you knew how cute you were later. "I do, I really do." You leaned forward to give him a kiss, cementing your fate for the later lesson.

The day that you were supposed to finally meet Ran, Rindou was beyond pissed. Ran had collected the whole of Tenjiku to sit in the living room and wait on your arrival. Shion had already said too much and earned a black eye from Rindou, who was getting even more pissed off by the moment. Izana looked bored as he sat in the corner, no doubt wrapped up in this just because Kakucho told him he needed to be supportive.

"Hey! The man of the hour!" Shion quickly earned a second black eye when you walked in. You rolled your eyes at the whole room, about to accuse Rindou of being excited when you shut up quickly. He didn't look happy at all with the situation, so it clearly wasn't his plan.

"I'm Ran." A hand was waved in your face, "I invited everyone, I hope you don't mind. My little brother is everything to me and I wanted him to have a ton of support today."

"That's just fine." You smiled politely at him. Meeting all of his friends at once was something new and unexpected, but you didn't mind. You wanted to know everyone that he was close to. Being a part of his life meant being a part of his life. Rindou slung a jealous arm around your waist to keep you close to him and out of his brothers honey trap.

"So," Shion piped up again, "Who's serving and who's catching?"

I hope it's decent. <3

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reader plays a prank on her boyfriend (rindou) where she makes her boyfriend believe that she is going to see another boy ;b

Prank Gone Wrong

Rindou was confused. Had she meant to send him such a funky text? Calling him a nickname he hated and saying she would meet him somewhere she knew he would never go to.

"I don't think that text was for you." Ran sighed, getting up and pulling his shoes on. Rindou thought his brother was too quick to jump to conclusions. His girlfriend was a good girl, she was loyal and stayed by his side, there was no way she was hanging out with someone else. Right?

He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't waiting for his brothers' updates. Each hour there was another text that said I got one. Rindou wasn't sure what that meant, but he knew his brother was watching out for him. He trusted you, so he was a little torn about the way this was all going. Especially when he met his brother to find any and all males that had ever been near you in a friendly setting.

"What the hell is this?" Rindou waved at all the boys that were either tied up or knocked out, a select few being cowed in the corner by other Tenjiku members. Ran tapped his baton firmly against his little brothers neck, "Look. Recognize any of them? Each and every one of them has been around Y/n in the last month and a half. So, unless she's met someone new, she's being coy."

"So you kidnapped her acquaintances?" Rindou raised an eyebrow at his brother and the lower members, "How does that even make sense?"

Ran rolled his eyes. "Look, baby brother, I want to make sure she isn't cheating and you want peace of mind that your sweet princess is loyal to you. This is how we do that."

Rindou still wasn't sure how that made sense, but whatever his brother wanted is what they did. If they had time to. Before he could even start digging in, there she was. School uniform perfectly in place on her curves and her hair done the same as any other day but no less pretty. Even her scowl as she chastised the charismatic brothers was gorgeous to Rindou. She was midway through her rant when he couldn't stop himself from grabbing her hand.

"I'm serious, Rin!" She tugged free and moved to help her friends up and out, "You can't go nabbing people over a prank!"

"I didn't do it..."

"You can't have Ran do it, either!"

"I-"

"Stop him next time!" She grabbed his hand once all her friends were safely out, "Do you two have dodo brains? Rocks for synapses? Geezus, Rin!"

Rindou didn't mind walking her home, even if she was in a sour mood. At least he knew it was a prank now. If anything, he felt a little guilty for ruining the fun for her. She probably didn't think it would go that way and was wanting a nice laugh. Instead, he let Ran go out and grab as many third years as he wanted to satisfy his own curiosity.

"Sorry I messed up your prank." Rindou pulled her hand up, kissing the back of it, then all her knuckles.

Even her sighs were heavenly. "I should've known you and Ran would pull some silly stunt like this if I pranked you, so it's my fault."

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DrakenSibling!Reader X Mikey Part2 Part 1

"Mikey, please, you can't be serious?" You tried to keep him from pulling his shirt on.

Mikey moved around you and grabbed his uniform coat. He was dead set on this fight, showing Walhalla that Toman was not to be messed with. Mikey was going to back his gang no matter what, and you could hang off him all you wanted, but he would still be going. Draken was downstairs, probably hearing the same shit from Emma, Mikey didn't have time for this.

"Have you ever seen me back down from a fight?" Mikey scoffed as he dodged your hands again. For as much as he cared about you and valued your opinion, he wouldn't be backing down from this. He couldn't.

You finally managed to grasp his coat, "Please, Mikey, this isn't going to end well. I can't explain it, I would if I could, but something bad is going to happen."

"You're just anxious." Mikey kissed your head. Maybe now wasn't the best time to confess to you. "This is not something I can set aside, I'm sorry. But this is out of your hands."

"Mikey-"

Mikey grabbed your jaw and softly kissed you, dropping his head to yours, "Do not stop me. I have to do this, but if you keep begging... I might listen..."

Footsteps came up the stairs, Emma's frantic pleading coming behind as Draken entered Mikey's room. You knew it was time. Your chance to talk your brother and Mikey out of this fight was over. Fear gripped your heart as tightly as you gripped Mikey's hand, "Mikey, please! Something awful is going to happen!" Yet you could see it in his eyes that he wasn't listening. Mikey hardly did when it came to protecting anything.

Draken rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair as if to tell you that everything would be fine. The commander and his right arm left without a word, leaving you and Emma in Mikey's room. You didn't notice as your fingertips came up to touch your lips, to touch where Mikey had kissed you so tenderly.

"Will they be okay?" Emma stared at the door with you.

"I sure hope so..."

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atarathegreat · 20 days

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Orange Cat Behavior Headcanons

ft: Kirishima, Sero, Todoroki, Hawks, Mirio, Shinso

The floor is lava with Kirishima was eventful, at least. The both of you bouncing around the sitting quarters in the dorm as the other students walked around as if it wasn't happening, and Aizawa tried not to worry about it. If you fell and busted your face open then he would be responsible. You and Kirishima were careful enough that you kept each other from dive bombing the floor.

"Kiri! How long can we touch the floor?" You dove from the tv table to the coffee table. You wanted to move around more than the couches and two tables, and the kitchen wasn't that far. "Like, six seconds." Kirishima stared at you, then glanced at the dining table where you were looking. "Don't tell me..."

"I am." You stood on the back of the couch, "You count down the seconds for me, if I don't make it... we had a good run."

You made it halfway across the floor when he reached 1. You had burned up in the lava. "No!" You fell to your knees, then your back, pretending to be dead. Kirishima sacrificed himself, holding your limp body as he dramatically cried out.

The last thing Sero expected was to find you on the roof of the dorm with what appeared to be around 70 feet of rope.

"What are you doing?" He stared from you to the edge of the roof, "And what's that?" You looked down, "Oh, this is my new shirt. Like it?"

"I meant the rope."

"Oh."

You grabbed the rope and tied it to the nearest, what was definitely not sturdy enough, anchor, "I'm going to see how long it takes me to scale the building with this rope. And you better not tell Aizawa what I'm doing. He already stopped me last week."

"Ten four."

It wasn't his fault, but Todoroki had a bad habit of reminding you of a really, really dumb cat. He always looked confused or shocked or...well there surely wasn't thoughts behind his eyes. Today was no different. He just stared at everything, hardly said two words to anyone.

So, you hid in his dark room to scare him when he got back to the dorms. It wasn't the best idea, considering he could've turned you into a real nice fish fillet. But instead, it worked in your favor. You crawled out from under his bed like some bullshit from the Grudge and he ran screaming.

And it's only funny if you followed him down the dark halls and into the darker big open rooms. Which you did.

With it being his day off, and you hadn't yet gotten up to make breakfast, Keigo was busy kissing your face. Slow, almost bored kisses.

"Can I go make breakfast yet?" You muttered, your stomach grumbling. You had woken up hours ago and was kept in the bed by soft feathers and promises of "Soon enough, dove."

But that's not who Keigo was. No, he wanted your attention and was going to keep you in the bed. Another slow and firm kiss was pressed to your nose before he even tried to speak. "In a moment, dove, let me have my time here."

It was absolutely insane how fast Mirio was. Running around the dorm for his exercise since it was raining. You had tried to get him to go outside with a raincoat, but once you opened the door, he would step away and change his mind.

"I'm just fine in here, thanks, though." And he went back to zooming around the common room and knocking things over for his gains.

Taking Shinso to a cat cafe was a nice choice for his birthday, except that he spent all his time on the floor with the cats. He wasn't worried about the coffee or tea or food, he was having fun with the cats. And you watched as he just laid on his back or his tummy, petting and cooing to the cats around him.

"Can we go again tomorrow?" Shinso asked as you both left, "Please, please, please? Did you see how cute they all were?"

"We can go tomorrow." You chuckled.

Shinso jumped around the empty sidewalk, grabbing your hands and just shaking with energy with how excited he was.

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atarathegreat · 21 days

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do you make malereader?

I have never written Male!Reader before, but I've stated before that there is little I won't do. I want to broaden my writing horizons, and that seems like a fun place to start. It might be a bit rocky and uneven, but I'll definitely do my best!

#asks #ask me stuff #ask me anything #ask away #send asks

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Heyy! if you don't mind- can you do a Soft/spicy headcanons on Bonten and Racer Mikey from Tokyo Revengers?? Thank youu!!

Mikey will never explicitly ask for his time with you

We're talking gentle touches, soft looks, quiet begging

not that he is expecting you to want him anymore, he's done awful shit

the second he's nestled between your soft walls, mikey has lost himself

he's never rough with you

mikey worries about you first, sometimes never getting himself off

that's not his concern, though, you are

he wants your head thrown back as he moves as gently as he can in and out of you, listening to your beautiful sounds

He's shameless

"Pretty little thing", "Slowly, baby, don't go too rough", "be gentle with yourself"

he'll go for as long as you want, this isn't for him alone

Loves taking you on trips with him so he can tear up the hotel rooms with you

there isn't a private moment with him where you aren't naked

mikey is keeping you under him at all times

likes it loud, likes you loud, and will do anything for that

he has undressed you just to put you in his merch and bang you like that

enjoys when you top the most

loves the sight of you bouncing on him, your pretty eyes rolled back

he knows that only he can make you feel like that

mikey will go at it until you're a soft, drooling mess

he's not a talker, he wants to just hear you

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #mikey #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #bonten mikey #racer mikey

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ZombieLand3 Tokyo Revengers

Haven't done one of these in a while :'(

ft: Rindo Haitani, Shinichiro Sano, Kakucho Hitto, Seishu Inui,

He has survived this long after losing you, not that he was proud. He'd told you in his vows that his heart would stop if he ever lost you. So why was he still breathing? Why was he still fighting? He sighed as he got ready to take his shift on guard for the small town you had both joined.

The dark sky was pretty, if only it hadn't been accompanied by the groans of the dead below. Rindo was tired of hearing the ugly sound every time he was out on watch, knowing that those hideous creatures had taken you from him. There was no other reason for you not returning from a scavenger hunt, you were too good at what you did. Rindo knew the only way you were going down was if you were cornered by too many of these fucking walkers.

"Shut up, one of us smells like ass and it isn't me." Rindo threw a rock at one of the heads below.

"I don't know man, you kind of stink." His partner laughed from the seat beside him. Two people on watch at all times, that was the rule. Maybe if two people had been with you...maybe you would have returned to him, and he wouldn't have to sit alone in that too small apartment. Rindo tossed a rock at the man and told him to shut up.

Everyone knew he was upset about his wife, despite him never having brought it up. Rindo kept his personal feelings to himself.

He sighed and threw another rock down, "These fucking things are pathetic. Moaning and groaning while they stalk around doing nothing all day."

A bang resounded from the tin just below the watcher's ledge, it was loud and drew some attention from the walkers for a split second. Rindo and the other man were on their feet instantly, looking down.

"The fuck...?" His partner squinted, "Am I seeing this right?"

Rindo slapped the guy in the back of the head, "Lower the ladder!"

Rusty hinges cracked to life as the guy rotated the metal wheel. "Go get whoever is supervising right now! Hurry!" Rindo shoved the dude away as people started climbing the ladder. If he thought Rindo stunk, he should've smelled these guys. Whoa. "What the hell are you all covered in?" Rindo had to hold his breath to keep from throwing up.

"Geez, Rinny, you sure know how to make a girl feel missed."

Surviving was easy enough for Shinichiro, who was quite the pro on blunt force trauma from slamming his head into any and everything in the garage. Slamming a heavy wrench into a human's skull wasn't the most satisfying thing he had done in his life, but it was necessary if he wanted to live. And he did.

So, he stood at the door to the little house the group was holed up in, just watching. The chain-link fence did a good job of keeping the yard walker free, but watch was just to make sure the damn things didn't climb over. Shinichiro glanced back into the torn-up house, Emma and Mikey asleep on the dirty couch with his grandpa trying to keep the squat fire contained.

"She's not gonna magically appear next to me, boy." Grandpa sighed, "Stop staring at me."

"Not looking for her." Shinichiro lied, "Making sure you don't kick the bucket over the fire."

Grandpa chuckled as Shinichiro looked away, "I'm old, but not that old, Shin."

Shinichiro rolled his eyes, not seeing the figure that was creeping over the fence, "You're old enough."

He could've shreiked as a cold hand covered his mouth, "How many times do I have to tell you to be nice to your grandpa?"

"This is so fucking lame. Why can't we be out there actually killing these things?"

Kakucho was really getting tired of this brat. Another sad child that was just angry at how the world had become. Not that Kakucho was happy with the way things had gone, but at least he wasn't this angsty teenager anymore. "Just get dressed. We have a job to do." Kakucho groaned as he tugged on the leather jacket.

"Well, hey, wait!" The kid ran to keep up with him, "Didn't you have a wife? My mom says-"

"I don't give a damn what your mom says." Kakucho grabbed the brat by his shirt, "Your dad got himself killed trying to save her when she was perfectly safe anyway. If my wife comes back and I'm dead because I acted stupid, she'll bring me back to life and kick my ass."

The kid stayed silent the rest of the walk to the assignment room. But Kakucho couldn't get the thought out of his head. Should he have gone out to find her?

No, she was smart and capable. She would be back one day and Kakucho would be able to whisper his vows to her as she fell asleep all over again. He felt bad for being so rude to the kid and wrapped an arm over his shoulders, "Your dad was a great guy, he just let his emotions control him and we have to be more careful than that."

"Yes, sir."

"Aw. My sweet Kaku always knows how to make people feel better."

Inui followed the rule you set for the both of you: Always travel. Always travel, always pack lightly, never keep a big group. And for the most part, he'd been able to do just that.

Until he lost you. Now he just traveled, if he came across a group and they traveled together for a while then so be it. But he didn't go out of his way to find a group.

He thought about it as he sat watch, gun in hand as he rested on the doorstep of the shop. Somehow, he had gotten turned around and ended up right back in your hometown. Part of him thought it wasn't an accident. Inui constantly, subconsciously, returned to you. Inui sighed and pulled out his wallet. He'd found that keeping coins and paper money did help in some situations when he needed to obtain things from machines.

Yet he wasn't reaching for his money. Inui only really cared about the polaroid in his wallet. The one of you and him on your wedding day, you looking absolutely stunning in your wedding dress and him making sure that you got your spotlight. It was your day, your perfect wedding, your photo. "I didn't even want that whole event..." He sighed, regretting that he hadn't wanted to make a spectacle at the time, but glad that he loved her enough to let her shine.

"And yet you stood at that altar looking wonderful. All for me."

I like leaving these open ended so that the reader can create their own. I love stories like that.

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No Nut November Tokyo Revengers 2

ft: Takemichi Hanegaki, Takuya Yamamoto, Atsushi Sendo, Makoto Suzuki, Yamagishi Kazushi.

Takemichi really was trying to participate with his friends, trying to beat Makoto at least, since he doubted that pervert would make it long. But you were drunk and giggling, promising that you'd make it up to him if he simply let you taste him. Giving him head was okay, but you wanted more. Needed more. And you refused to only taste the precum he let you lap at like a starved kitten. He wanted to protest when you went further, but damn if the way your throat tightened didn't make him grab your head and fuck your mouth himself.

As a pharmacist, Takuya was a respected member of the community. But what he was doing to you was downright uncivilized. You'd teased a little too much, and now you were getting to learn the hard way. With a vibrator pressed firmly to your clit, Takuya occasionally moving it to watch you squirm, he used his free hand to jack himself off, squirting his cum over the little toy as if it were lube to keep you from being rubbed dry.

It hardly takes Akkun two words to empty out the VIP area in the club. "Hike that dress up and come have a seat." He's already got his cock free for you to climb over. He knew you wanted him all day, the way you watched his every move. It wasn't his intent to leave you needy, the sweatpants were something he always wore. But here you were, all day, practically pawing at his dick for the attention. So, he would give it to you. "There you go, love. Done begging?" Akkun drank his alcohol and watched as you made a mess of the both of you.

Makoto didn't even try. He hoped he lasted longer than Takemichi, but he didn't. You hadn't even done anything to him, just making breakfast when he came in and decided that you looked too good not to shove his erection down your throat. You'd get what he owed you, but right now he was focused on himself.

As if Yamagishi isn't absolutely balls deep at every moment. He lacked sexual attention until he had you, like, he's taking whatever he can get as far as he can. He'll hold off on his orgasm just keep those lips around him, he'll fuck you so slow just to feel every little squishy part of you. You think he gives a fuck about NNN? Hell no. He's bangin'.

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Come on, Hero!

Villian!Reader X Shinso Hitoshi

In the beginning of your villainous career, it wasn't as funny. But now, as you jumped across rooftops with the suitcase in hand, you couldn't help but let some laughter slip out. You were practically taunting the hero as he chased you.

Raven had been on your trail for months, determined to catch you. Somehow you had managed to evade even Dyna-Might and Deku, but he wouldn't be the third failure in your robbing sprees that were getting progressively more daring. Now you were in his town, his jurisdiction. He was going to catch you.

Your laughter only served as a guide and sent a message that you were confident you would be getting away. Shinso couldn't afford to have this embarrassment if you did get away. Bakugo wouldn't let him live it down, Deku would feel sorry for him, and he didn't even want to imagine what his old mentor would think. So, he pushed on, leapt over the edge of another rooftop and crashed down just as you stood and took off. "You can't run forever!" Shinso yelled after you, throwing his capture scarf out in the hopes that you wouldn't dodge. But you managed to move just in time with nothing but a snap of the material against your leg that would bruise and identify you later.

"Come on, bird boy!" Your voice seemed a little familiar, Shinso was sure he heard it somewhere else. "Is the Raven too slow?" He certainly felt like it, though he was right on your heels. Like he was running through water, or quicksilver. "Stop running already!" Shinso threw out his scarf again, but it wasn't his capture scarf, it was a scarf you had made for him. "What the hell?" He paused, staring down at his clothes. That's right. He wasn't on duty, he was heading to the rehab facility.

"Shinso?" You had also stopped and turned to look at him. How did you know his name? The way you smiled at him was sweet, "You look good today. Not working?"

"...No...I-I came to see you..." Shinso mumbled. Nothing was making sense. Was this your quirk? No, no it couldn't be. You didn't have a quirk, so you-

How did he know all this about you? "Nothing makes sense..." He looked at his hands. "Wake up, Shinso. Your alarm is going off."

The sun assaulted his eyes when he opened them. "Wake up, Shinso. Your alarm is going off." Your gentle voice came from his phone, making him sigh as he sat up. It had been nearly two years since he caught you and got you put in rehab. Every day he went in to visit you, sit and talk to break the monotony of the room you were in. Maybe today he would finally ask why you did it. Why you chose to commit crimes as a past time to being a stay-at-home wife.

It wasn't how he had expected that day to go. Staying late after work was bad enough, then catching his wife as the up-and-coming thief of the area? It would've been less press trouble if he had failed to catch you. Then Shinso wouldn't have found that bruise on your calf, wouldn't have inquired as to how you got it. He remembered the look on your face, the way you scrambled for an excuse when he knew he had put that bruise on you. The way he immediately knew it was you who ran away from him.

Shinso hated the way it felt.

"I'm here to see Y/n Hitoshi." Shinso slid his I.D. and hero permit to the woman at the counter, "Married. Floor six, cell twelve." The woman had asked him the questions to those answers every day for two years. It was routine. Common. "Go on up." She didn't have to hand him a key. The facility had already offered him the spare since he visited each day. And no one else bothered to.

You sat by the window, watching out at the people walking as Shinso unlocked and opened the door. "I watched you pull in." Even if he was only away from you for a few hours, he missed your voice, "You seem troubled this morning."

As always, you knew what was going through his head. "I dreamt about the night I caught you."

"And you're going to ask why I did it?"

"If you'll tell me."

Some days, he would rather ignore what happened, information from your sponsor leading him to believe that you needed to stay in the rehab longer. But it seems that maybe you were getting better. Maybe he could take you home without worrying about you becoming a sticky-fingered villain again.

"I don't know, honestly. I've been thinking, though." You turned to face him, and he could've melted at the sad look in your irises, "Back in elementary, I had a klepto problem. Notebooks, lip balms, pens, pencils. Anything I thought was cool and knew my parents could never buy me... I stole it. My only theory is that it resurfaced." Shinso sat on the twin sized bed, listening, "I don't understand why. You've always made sure I had everything. So why would I need to steal? It makes no sense. And they've been putting me through some sort of training ground."

"A training ground?"

"Yeah. Like a makeshift supermarket or high-end store. Last week I tucked a necklace in my pocket, no one even noticed. But when I got up to the register... I felt awful, like my gut wanted to crawl out of my body. I put the necklace on the counter, admitted my theft, and was returned here."

Shinso was glad, "You admitted it. That's good."

"Yeah... I don't want to steal, Shin. I hope you know that. And I'm sorry for the way I've impacted your image." You knew he'd been demoted to a sidekick again, fired from his place of work for refusing to divorce you. Then Dyna-Might took on the controversy and hired Shinso for his agency. "You hardly did a scratch, Hon. Bakugo hired me, remember? Besides, he pays more." Shinso kissed your head, "No harm, no foul."

It would be a lie to say he wasn't hurt emotionally, but you'd apologized enough for that. "Just stick to getting better. Find out what made you do it." He whispered. Having you home again was his main goal; he didn't care about the press. "When we get you home, we'll keep you in constant contact with your sponsor. Any time you get an urge you can tell me, and we'll figure it out. Okay?" He really just wanted you to be home with him again so he could hold you and help you make dinner again. Shinso was getting sick and tired of takeout. And this little room wasn't near good enough for you. You deserved a whole house.

"I'd love to be home again. How's Lemon?" You moved to sit with him. Lemon was the cat that you and Shinso had saved from a dog years ago. Lemon was elderly, on his last legs, but you cared for him so much that Shinso had a weekly vet visit for the mangy animal. He refused to let your pet die while you were locked up. "He's old. Misses you. He still sleeps on your pillow, every night." Shinso let you grab his hand and tugged on you to lean on him, a sigh slipping free, "Let's focus on getting you home."

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