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#shindou x you
chaiiskindagross · 1 year
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Hello~☆ I'm kinda new here but your idea seemed so fun, as was scrolling through your blog (you draw them nicely and t h i c c). I hope I don't come off too stiff or rude 🐧🌸
1. I'd like to have a calm but fun loving companion. Just someone who will help around the house and make life less boring and lonely. Though I prefer to be independent and self-sufficient, it sure feels nice to coodled and taken care of sometimes. Sure hope my CyBi doesn't take it too far and crosses any lines 👀👀👀 I'm really weak to yanderes that manipulate you subtly without you noticing until it all crashes down. Those that would never harm you, even when it's so enticing. Well, not in terms of broken bones or scars anyways ehe~ The betrayal, despair and thrill would be sooooo bittersweet. Oh and I guess a very soothing velvety voice and soft and warm smile are important
2. I am a very affectionate girl, especially physically! I may need time to warm up to someone, if that happens at all but when I do like someone, romantic or not, I like to give hugs like there's no tmr ♡ Just don't be surprised by my resting bitch face 😓. I am also quite the short introvert I suppose. (Sry I didn't know how to compress it ><)
3. No one in particular
4. This one is not really erotic but I do value huggability (big boobas save lives). If he goes through my tumblr history (which he definitely would never do ofc, he's a good boy), he'll see I am quite fond of non-con, somnophilia, size kink, overstimulation and usually prefer service tops. But a virgin like me would never dream of something so embarassing!!!
5. None
6. My darling CyBi wasn't intended to be a romantic or sexual partner in the first place. He doesn't need to know about these dark secrets.... I trust him a lot though, so I don't have to worry about him going out of his way to invade into my privacy. ....right?
I hope I didn't make any mistakes 🤔 If it's still not that intersting to write, it's obv OK to ignore. Just have fun red! 🥛🍪 - Cookie anon
yandere! robot! pervert! shindou you x fem! reader
notes: hi there cookie anon! pleasure to have you snoop through my blog, darlin’! and ty ty, i do like drawin’ ‘em thicc. alsO you didn’t come off as stiff or rude at all! sO, for your request, I chose shindou you for youUu!! he’s so pretty omg and he’s perfect for the whole concept of calm, sweet but manipulative, and he’s not very clingy but he does enjoy affection. and hehehe.. his quirk— vibration is gonna come in handy for some servicing if you’re catching my drift. also, his tiddies are pretty fat so… plus, he is such a great faker omg, & y’all would be resting bitch face besties.
warnings: drugging, noncon, somnophilia, overstimulation, improper use of quirks, fingering, unprotected sex, p in the v, panty sniffing.
summary: shindou has a lot of free time when you’re at work, and because of this, he has lots of time to explore your home while you’re out and that’s when he stumbles upon your search history on your laptop (which he totally didn’t hack into bc it was password protected).
CURIOSITY killed the cat, but the cat died nobly and satisfaction brought it back.
Shindo’s a good boy. Well, at least on the surface. After he waves goodbye to you and gives you a little side hug, shooing you off to work, he does his chores, takes a nap to charge, starts thinking about what to make for dinner, and overall acts like the golden boy he’s supposed to be. However, lately, boredom has began to fester inside of him. He watches TV like a normal human being (he really likes baking shows and National Geographic) but he’s still looking for some kind of stimulation to pass the time. Which leads to now.
Sitting at the dining room table with your laptop, he curiously opens it up and watches as it automatically starts to turn on. Playing a game or two could be fun, or maybe he could end up finding a hobby that interests him.
Soon, your user pops up, along with the bar that prompts the user to insert their password. Not a problem. He activates his ‘Breaker Mode’ and holds up one of his pointer fingers, watching as the tip peels back to reveal a usb that he inserts into the laptops port, accessing your password and entering it in within a thirty second time frame, granting him permission to invade your laptop life. He could have easily logged in as ‘guest’ but what was the fun in that?
Shindo’s a good boy. But he has to blink back at his surprise when he suddenly got some unexpected information shot into his face.
Tumblr?
He knows the basics about social media platforms and what they’re used for but he had no idea you used this one. And he’s even more so surprised by the sight of one of your most recent fictional reads.
x reader warnings: noncon, somnophilia…
Blinking, Shindou couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he knew all the basic vanilla kinks but nothing like this. Out of curiosity, and the fact that his finger was still plugged in, his irises flashed pink for a moment, his ‘Breaker Mode’ going into hard-drive as he downloaded all of the content from your search history (even the deleted bits) into the mainframe of his brain. Once he was done, his usual warm smile broke out into something much more sinister and malicious. Truly, he was built to be the most amazing helper to you, and an even better boy, so, he should be able to help you enact your hidden fantasies, shouldn’t he?
Well, at least now he had something to rid himself of his boredom.
Checking the time on the laptop, he hatched a plan and turned it off, standing up so he could go grocery shopping for a few extra things he needed for dinner.
“What’s all this?”
You’d just arrived from a long day at work, looking to relax for a while and then go to bed. Shindou always cooked dinner when you weren’t working so it wasn’t really a surprise, but you were surprised by the fact that he’d made one of your favorite meals and it smelled delightful. After slipping off your shoes and following the tasty and familiar scent you found Shindou putting the last finishing touches on his cooking, turning to greet you with his usual warm smile.
“Welcome home! And well, you’ve had a long week, I wanted to make something you enjoyed, hopefully it’s to your liking.” He offered, rubbing his hands on his apron before he motioned towards the dining room table (he’d put your laptop back where he found it already). “Sit down and I’ll make you a plate.”
As independent as you were, you gladly let him fix a plate of food for you, going to have a seat while watching him move around from where you were seated. As soon as he set the food down in front of you you nearly drooled but waited for him to come back with his own plate of food, along with some drinks he’d prepared for the two of you. Once you were both seated and situated, you dug right in, pleased to see that it was just as delicious as it smelled and looked.
While you both enjoyed your dinner together, he asked you how your day was and the conversation flowed naturally, a few comfortable silences here and there.
As much as you enjoyed the meal and the conversation, you could feel yourself becoming sleepier and sleepier. You had at least wanted to do the dishes since Shindou cooked but it didn’t seem you could even do that.
“Gosh… I’m so tired, I didn’t even.. Shindou, I’ll… do dishes tomorrow… I need a little—-“ Your head dropped onto the table before you could finish your sentence, the table and everything on it shaking in response. The CyBi hummed in satisfaction upon seeing the sleeping pill powder he’d slipper into your food worked much faster than he’d thought and seemed pretty efficient as well.
Standing up, he went to pick you up from the chair, holding you comfortably in his arms as he carried you into your bedroom which was right across from his.
Gently, he laid you down on top of your bed on your back and began undressing you, whistling while he did so, almost as if he was completely carefree and doing a basic task. He always took care of you— mind, body, and soul. Though, he’s never done anything like this. You’ve never asked him to do things such as this but according to the shit you read on tumblr this is exactly what you wanted.
Once he stripped you down to just your panties, he stared at your exposed body, standing over the edge of the bed, scanning his eyes over you to commit the image into his memories.
“So pretty…”
He purred, a delusional smile spreading across his face as he tugged off his shirt.
Seconds later, he got on top of your bed to dress you in his shirt so that you’d know, the bed dipping from his weight. You’d know that he had followed through on your fantasies just like he was supposed to.
Looking down at you, he moved himself to be between your legs, sliding his hands up and down the meat of your thighs, enjoying the feel of them beneath his fingers. You looked so peaceful and calm, not aware of the dangerous man who was observing you and mentally taking note of just how small you were in comparison to him. He could have taken advantage of you much earlier than this, but he’s a good boy. If you didn’t want this, why’d you allow him to see you in your most vulnerable moments? Allow him to sleep in the bed that was only a mere wall away from yours? Leave your bedroom door unlocked for him to slip into your bedroom anytime you’re sleeping to do whatever he wished. You were basically begging for him to push the boundaries between the two of you.
Slowly inching his way down the bed, he laid down onto his stomach between your legs and wrapped his arms under your thighs. Using one hand to push your panties aside to reveal your folds, he held them out of the way to keep them exposed for his hungered eyes. What a pretty pussy. Everything about you was pretty to him. He’d always thought so from the moment he opened his eyes after you’d activated him.
With a test, he licked a long strip up your slit and peered over your belly, taking a look at your face to see if you had stirred in your sleep. Seeing no reaction from you, he dipped his tongue into your walls and began to fondle your inside with the muscle, feeling your body naturally clench around the foreign object. Opening and closing his mouth, he gave your slit a flurry of messy opened mouth kisses, sloppily eating you out. His eyes remained staring at your face as he did so, taking note of the slight scrunch of your nose and the way your brows knitted at the sudden pleasurable sensation between your legs.
No sign of waking up.
Deciding upon himself to take the step a little further, he took his free hand, his arms still hooked around your thighs like a belt. Then, he activated his quirk into just the tip of his middle finger, pressed the meaty vibrating digit against your clit and simultaneously licked and ate away at your folds.
That sparked a reaction out of you. You were still fast asleep but that didn’t stop the lethargic moans that came from your mouth, along with the slight arch of your back from the bed as he tangled his tongue in your awaiting entrance. Never once did he take his eyes off of you as he was ravaging you with his tongue, taking note of every change in your facial features as he experimented with different intensities of the vibrations and the differing movement of his tongue. Then, he began to wonder… What if…?
With a little extra concentration, the tip of his tongue began to vibrate as well, overwhelming your poor pussy with a variety of sensations. He watched in interest as you whined in your sleep, shuddering and trembling beneath his surprisingly skilled techniques of both his mouth and hand.
“Shi…shin..shindou…~”
Now that was a pleasant surprise.
You’d moaned his name.
Which meant that you were expecting this.
You wanted this.
These were things he already knew but it was nice to have his theory further solidified.
He grinned, despite still being tongue deep into your increasingly soaking walls. The ravishment of his mouth on you was growing immensely, his parted lips slurping away at your folds like a starving man being given his first meal in months, years even.
The pleasure was still felt in every nerve of your body despite still being unconscious, and naturally, your body reacted. The good boy ripped one unwilling orgasm out of you, and then another, and another, and another, until you were shaking and crying in your sleep, somehow even your hand had even ended up tangled in the soft tufts of his artificial raven hair. His tongue was drenched, his chin was dripping with your juices, and his umami taste bud was running rampant with the taste of you. He’d overstimulated you to the point of you cursing in your sleep, twisting and turning as you tried to slip away from his hold, run away from his tongue. He didn’t allow you a break until he was satisfied.
Eventually, he pulled away and moved to sit on his knees after untangling his arms from your legs and gently taking your hand and laying it back down by your side.
Through a half-lidded gaze and a sleepy smile on his face his palmed himself through the shorts you’d bought for him, chewing on his lip as he mentally debated with himself on whether or not he would continue or not.
He would.
In the midst of his attack on your poor cunt with the use of his tongue and his quirk, his chin wasn’t the only thing in the splash zone. Your panties were just as soaked as your slippery lower lips and he took very good note of that when he tugged them off of you and bunched them up, pressing them right against his nose. Getting a good whiff of you and your essence made his mechanical eyes roll back before he licked your sticky arousal right from the crotch, still palming his dick through his shorts with his other hand.
Shindou’s a good boy, but he can be impatient. Especially now.
Still pressing your panties against his nose like they were covered in the most intoxicating scent known-to-man, (after he licked them clean) he used his other hand to tug at the waistband of his shorts and briefs, grunting when his cock sprang to life and slapped his bare and hardened stomach. The fabric bunched up around his knees as he shuffled a little closer to you and then huffed, realizing that he wanted both hands free. With quick thinking, he draped your panties over his face so that the crotch was still over his nose but he could see through the leg holes. An impromptu ski mask, it looked almost like he was going to rob a bank, but the only thing getting robbed here was you.
Grabbing your legs, he moved them to rest on his hips and then aligned himself with your entrance, grinning from ear to ear as he pushed into you, inch by inch until his lower half was flush against yours. He watched as your face twisted up a little in discomfort from suddenly being impaled, your walls were gripping him like a glove but that wasn’t going to stop him. As he gripped onto your hip with a hand, he used the other to press his palm against your clit and activated his quirk yet again, watching as you jerked up towards the ceiling like you’d just had a defibrillator slammed onto your chest at the highest voltage.
A couple of orgasms later, you were loose enough and more than ready to get fucked into the mattress even in your deep sleep.
The next morning, you felt strangely well-rested. You were glad that it was the weekend which meant you had lots of time to lounge around and just enjoy your rest day. However, as soon as you sat up, you felt pain in your back and between your legs, prompting you to gasp slightly in shock and look down.
Wait a minute, who’s shirt was this? Why are the sheets so wet? Where are your panties???
You failed to notice the fluff of black hair pop into the doorframe, revealing a shirtless Shindou wearing a fresh pair of shorts that were hanging dangerously off his hips. In his hands, he held a tray of food.
“Mornin’ sleepyhead. Ready for breakfast?”
He’d questioned, slipping through the door frame to walk towards you, holding the tray out towards you. And then he smiled. “You’ll need all your energy if you’re going to heal up from last night, aheh.”
Shindou’s a good boy, but he’s got the mind of a psychopath.
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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year
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Elle this is such a fun event! LDR is one of my fave tropes too so I’m like ahh! I would love to ask for something with Bakugou or Shindou! Whoever you feel inspired for!
My favourite drink is probably rosé, snack is def custard creams and something that brings me comfort is watching trashy tv shows or bubble baths with candles. And I don’t mind if it’s suggestive or fluffy!💕
!!!! Hi Jo!!! Thanks so much for stopping by it really made my night 🥰 and I’ve got just the thing for you!! Hope you like it!
8:04 PM
Damn, you’re home later than you had intended. You rub at your temples before chucking your shoes somewhere into the empty apartment, relief overcoming you. You step in slowly as the weight of the day lays heavy on your shoulders. A sigh leaves your lips as you debate whether or not to open the bottle of rosè you had bought earlier in the week, ultimately choosing to twist it open and throw something mind numbing on Netflix.
You sink into the couch cushions and place your leg on the coffee table, not caring about being neat. A familiar title you used to always watch with Shindou appears and you click on it. With your glass full and tv show on, you sit back to decompress from the day. You also muse over what to do for dinner and how much you miss your boyfriend.
And speak of the devil, he calls.
“Hello?”
“Now that’s no way to greet your loving boyfriend! What’s got my favorite girl so down?”
Just hearing his voice eases away the excess tension that had built up over his absence. Although it’s getting late for you, Shindou’s day has already begun. “It’s nothing,” you huff, loosely holding the phone to your ear. “It was a really stressful day at work.”
“Hmmm I can tell- whoop hold on gotta go catch a criminal. Give me a sec!”
You can’t help but giggle as you put the phone on speaker and set it down. As happy as you are to be working a once in a lifetime job, it meant moving away from the love of your life. You didn’t think being continents apart would be this difficult but he’s somehow made it work. He’s always promising that the two of you will be united again, even if he has to vibrate the whole earth’s crust to get you two together. As you wait for him to come back to the phone, small tears of longing form in the crease of your eye and you quickly wipe them away.
“Hey babe I’m back! Sorry about that, usually morning patrol doesn’t have anything come up!”
You laugh with him and sink lower into the couch, enjoying the easy conversation about his day. “Are you watching our show?! Without me?! I’m hurt.”
“Yo, it’s been a really bad day,” you mumble.
“I know. I could tell by the lack of early morning texts from you.”
You’re about to speak when a knock on your door interrupts you. “Hm, I didn’t order anything.”
“A visitor? Maybe you should go see what it is.”
You grunt and push yourself off the couch, still keeping your phone near. “Y’know, I have a feeling you sent me something.”
Shindou scoffs on the other line. “Me? With my schedule? Absolutely not, I would never.”
You roll your eyes before opening the door. A neat purple box with a bow lays in front of your feet and you realize what it is. “Shindou Yo, you did not!”
“If you mean I didn’t order your favorite custard cremes and have them sent to you then no, I didn’t do that.”
You do a little happy dance as you pick up the box and bring it inside, rushing to the table to open them. As you open the box, you see a small message on the inside that says, “I miss you. Love, Grand.”
You try to hold in your tears as you carefully take out a couple and bring them to the couch. “I miss you too, Yo.”
“I knew you’d like it! Hey I’ve got a couple of minutes, wanna tell me what’s happening on our show?” You hum in accordance and tell him what’s happening, unaware that he’s holding back his own tears and thoughts to enjoy this moment with you.
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yume-chin · 2 years
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Hello ! Hope you're doing well ! Could I request Takuto Shindou in a relationship headcanons, if you find the time ? I'm new to requesting, so I hope I'm doing it well (plus, English isn't my first language 😅). Have a good day !
꧁𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔.
𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕.
𝙰𝚗𝚞𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐꧂
☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎
☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎
Takuto is a very shy guy, so when you go out for a data he won't be very cuddly.
On the contrary, when you are home alone he will be the sweetest and most cuddly creature you know.
The first time he invited you to his house he was worried that you might get a wrong idea of him seeing him maybe like a conceited guy and full of himself.
The first time he played the piano in front of you was agitated but just saw your smiling face and your sparkling eyes is relaxed and continued the song.
If you ask him to teach you to play the piano initially say no for agitation but then he invite you to his house on the pretext of taking a hot tea but between one thing and another will eventually teach you all you know for playing the piano.
Whenever you go out on a date together, it is routine to go to the game store to treat you to a stuffed animal
By now you have the room full of stuffed animals that he gives you
Whenever traveling to a vacation fills you with gifts because everything he sees reminds him of you
Whenever you feel bad you will find him at your home to help you and to take care of you.
When you go to see his training or matches will give his best to make you see that you have good boyfriend.
☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎
𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.
𝙱𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚢 ❤︎
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lazyheartcomputer · 10 months
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Gather round Young hero gather round... as I tell you a story about how he stole your heart, by vibrations. You fell asleep after a long day of work, he showed up late to see you in a shirt with short shorts. He knew it, he knew it all along that you would wear something to sleep...and he loves it, a lot. He lays down behind you as he does a trick on his sleeves, vibrations. He starts you vibrate on your back, you felt his hand on your ass as you felt his vibrating hands on your thighs, and your sweet spot as you're still asleep. He takes of the short shorts and sees your wet glistening pussy for him. It's your fault for wearing something sexy for him while you fell asleep dreaming about him and fantasizing about him all week. He sticks his finger inside of your wet pussy as you moaned in your sleep, feeling the vibrations from him...and he's horny for this moment. So he starts to finger you in a slow tempo then he goes a bit faster, feeling his fingers inside of you while you moaned in your sleep destined to wake up. At last, you came for him and woke up feeling a bit tired. He wants to apologize for that accident, and requests for another round with you... but with more sweet vibrations until the night ends~
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kiribakuhappiness · 2 years
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The Truth About Love
by HotShotHappiness / KiriBakuHappiness
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29539926?view_full_work=true
SUMMARY:
'Love is beautiful, Love is kind, Love will leave you broken and blind.' Or some other kind of depressing shit like that.
Watanabe Hikaru – temporary sidekick to the up and coming Top 10 Hero: Ground Zero – has never thought much about the concept of the big L-Word, but she thinks that Bakugou Katsuki may be the perfect person to learn all of the basics from. Her court ordered psychiatrist isn’t as confident in her questionable choice of mentorship.
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Chapter Ten AND Chapter Eleven are now Available!
Chapter Ten: A Love By Any Other Name Would Feel Just Like Home
Hikaru has never been a fan of waking up early.
Her eyes always stung in the bright morning beams of sunshine and reminded her how long it had taken her to fall asleep the night before. Her overworked limbs always felt heavy and like they were actively trying to weigh her down. Japanese always seemed muddled and hard to follow as though her ear canals had caved in on themselves and refused to connect to the part of her brain that understood basic language structure.
She only ever dreamed of curling up deeper under the warm navy blue comforters and drifting away for another hour… or two… or three…
Just five more minutes.
Just a little bit longer.
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Chapter Eleven: The Epilogue
The café down the road from the tram line’s busiest stop was overflowing with people enjoying their afternoon tea. Waitresses scrambled back and forth from table to table, completely ignoring the one near the back left corner, where a trio of children ranging from seven to eighteen years old huddled close together.
The youngest, a meek boy with mousy black hair and deep beady eyes that peered out from under the hood of his vibrant green hoodie hunkered in a slouched form over his laptop screen and tapped away at the keyboard with quick nimble fingers. The girl immediately to his left, a few years older though not much taller, scribbled urgently on the flat side of a napkin with a dying pen, her thick brows furrowed in steadfast concentration while she worked, gritting her teeth angrily whenever she had to shake the dwindling ink cartridge.
Compared to the frantic energy of the other two kids lost in their very important work, the third boy, the oldest of the group, seemed strikingly out of place as he leaned in his chair with a casual arm thrown behind his lulled head. His bright green eyes peered up through the fringe of his matted, dirty ginger hair while he watched the flickering images on the television screen angled above their heads, where some news station or another was talking about Katsuki and Hikaru, and how they had rapidly been titled the “#1 Hottest Couple” on this month’s trending social media polls.
The lounging older teen pursed his thin lips into a tight line of disapproval, his eyes narrowing in the utmost distaste when the television showed the released images of the previous photoshoot, with Hikaru thrown over Katsuki’s shoulder in a recklessly playful manner as the pair of them beamed happy grins through squinted lids.
“It ain’t her,” the boy snarled for the thousandth time that morning. “It can’t be her.”
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Author’s Note:
Wowow, it’s finally here! The end!
I’ve spent so long writing this story - this whole series - and I’m actually kind of sad that it’s over but also really happy to have finally arrived. I hope you enjoy, I’ve had such a great time with it.
I think this might be one of my favorite stories that I’ve ever written! <3
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grayluforever · 2 years
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Am I the only one that thinks Shindo and Tatami are a Canon Kacchako?
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kingkatsuki · 1 year
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Guided Sex | Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x Reader
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𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟
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Kinktober masterlist.
This is a extended part of this thirst post. 
Summary: Kirishima invites Shindou to one of their game nights when Sero can’t make it, and Bakugou is pissed. But once Shindou realises that you’re on the other side of the call with Bakugou, he has something else planned.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x Kirishima Eijirou x Kaminari Denki x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, pwp, guided sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, phone sex, m!masturbation mentioned, squirting, praise, still not proof-read sorry!
Word Count: 3.2k.
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“Don’t be mean, Bakugou.” The cocky tone of Shindou’s voice radiated through the speaker, “Let her hear properly.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking one of his headphones out so he could place it inside your ear. Shifting his hips so your back was pressed firmly against his chest as he weaved his arms around your waist. Holding you tight against his body as you could now hear everything on the line clearly.
“She’s got a headphone in,” Bakugou muttered, the tent in his pants prodding your ass as you shuffled against it.
“She’s finally joined us, huh?” You could hear the grin in Shindou’s voice as you rested your back against Bakugou’s chest, “Hey, pretty girl.”
“Hi,” You mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious that everyone was listening to you, eager to hang on to your every word.
“Hi,” Shindou repeated back with a grin, “Glad you decided to join us for the game. Is this your first time too?”
Your face flushed at the question, knowing all too well that this most definitely wasn’t the first time you’d joined Bakugou during game night, often irritated that he was spending some much-deserved time off work with his friends instead of with you when you were especially needy. So often he’d allow you to climb onto his lap during the games as you shamelessly got yourself off using him, the microphone going silent so he could whisper filth into your ear. Telling the guys that it was his connection, even though gameplay never once dropped. You’d lost count of the number of times that you’d sucked his cock during a stream, but this was the first time you’d been caught.
“Oh, it’s not?” Shindou took your silence as his answer, the response causing a confused “What?! How?” To burst from Kaminari as Kirishima sucked in a breath, “You naughty girl.”
A soft gasp left your lips at his lewd words as you rolled your hips on top of Bakugou’s lap, trying to bring some stimulation to your needy clit.
“You got three guys jacking it because of how pretty you sound, sweetheart.” Shindou’s voice was raspy on the other side of the line, “Thinking about how pretty you’d look sat on their cocks.”
“Fuck,” Kaminari groaned on the line, “You’d look so pretty on mine.”
“Shut up, dumbass.” Bakugou growled, “You’d never stand a chance.”
“Say’s the guy neglecting his girl,” Shindou goaded Bakugou, “I can’t believe you still wanted game night tonight when you’ve got a pretty girl needy for you.”
“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know shit.” Bakugou spat.
“I know she’s desperate to cum, aren’t you sweetheart?” Shindou pressed, hearing the slight lilt to your breath as he spoke directly to you, “Can hear how needy you are.”
“Fuck,” You whined, grinding yourself on Bakugou’s lap as your clit throbbed desperately.
“Bakugou’s not very nice leaving you to get yourself off, is he?” Shindou whispered, you could practically hear the smirk on his face through the line as the sound of a computer chair squeaking echoed in the background.
“What you tryin’ to say?” Bakugou snarled behind you, tightening his grip on your thighs as he tossed the controller down.
“I’m just sayin’,” Shindou continued, “If I was lucky enough to have a pretty girl like you do, I’d be cancelling game night to take care of her.”
“She’s taken care of,” Bakugou growled as you felt his palms begin to heat up against your skin.
“Sure doesn’t sound like it,” Shindou smirked, “Do you need to cum, sweetheart?”
“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her.” Bakugou rasped angrily, but the desperate sound from deep in your throat had all the other men moaning on the other side of the line.
“Jesus,” Shindou sucked in a breath at the sweet sounds coming from you as your clit throbbed.
“I wish there was a camera,” Kaminari groaned as you heard the crude sound of him spitting, the noise had your entire body aflame as you writhed on top of Bakugou.
“Are you jerking it to my girlfriend, asshole?” Bakugou snarled, his chest rumbling.
“I can’t help it, dude. She sounds so fucking hot.” Kaminari whined.
“You can’t blame them,” Shindou scoffed, his own hand palming his thick cock, “Your girlfriend’s hot.”
“Guys maybe we should stop-” Kirishima tried to placate.
“Don’t act like you’re not touching yourself, Kiri. I can hear you doing it.” Kaminari scoffed as you heard Kirishima try to stutter out excuses on the other side of the line.
“You guys are a bunch of fuckin’ pervs,” Bakugou growled, but made no attempt to shut the call off as he gave your ass a rough squeeze.
“I’m sorry, bro.” Kirishima whined, “I did try not to-”
“Sure ya fuckin’ did.” Bakugou rolled his eyes as the other three men continued to argue on the call, taking the opportunity to check on you.
“You okay?” He whispered against the shell of your ear as you nodded your head gently, pressing his lips to your temple as the guys continued bickering on the other end.
“Tell me if it gets too much, I’ll end it.” Bakugou continued, craning his neck to look into your eyes for any signs of doubt as you nodded back.
“Can’t believe you guys are arguing when you’ve got a pretty girl desperate to cum on the line,” Shindou scoffed.
“I can make her cum without any of you fucks,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, reaching a hand up to palm your breast. Making you arch your back into his touch as you let out a soft whine, your nipples pebbling beneath the oversized shirt you wore.
“Tell us what he’s doing to you, sweetheart.” Shindou pressed.
The silence on the other end of the line was deafening now, all three men listened with bated breath for your answer.
“Playing with my tits,” You mumbled, feeling Bakugou pinch your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger above the fabric.
“Oh fuck, what are you wearing? Are you naked? Is she naked?” Kaminari fired questions in quick succession as he groaned softly.
“What is this? A cheap fuckin’ porno? Why’re you askin’ stupid questions.”
“I kinda wanna know if she’s naked or not too man,” Kirishima mumbled.
“Use your fuckin’ imaginations,” Bakugou growled.
“I’m wearing one of Katsuki’s shirts,” You mumbled, answering their question as you felt Bakugou’s hands sliding beneath the fabric.
“Is that it?” Kirishima sucked in a breath.
“Yeah,” You replied breathlessly as you felt his warm palm cup your naked breast.
“Man, that’s hot.” Kirishima groaned.
“Fuck, no panties?” Kaminari pushed, tightening his grip around his cock.
“She just said that, didn't she, asshole?” Bakugou spat gruffly as you felt him tug your nipple away from your body, letting your breast bounce back in place as he let go before repeating the motion.
“Dude, can you turn on your camera, please? I wanna see.” Kaminari replied childishly.
“Fuck no,” Bakugou scoffed, “She’s all mine.”
“I can just imagine how pretty you look right now, sweetheart.” Shindou smiled softly, pressing his thumb against the fresh pre beading at his tip as he smoothed it along his length, “Wish I was there to worship you in person.”
“She don’t need you,” Bakugou continued, “She’s got more than enough with me.”
“I dunno, I think she’d enjoy my quirk,” Shindou smirked.
“Wanna see what that pretty pussy of yours tastes like.” Kaminari whined, “Bet she tastes so good.”
“Tell Bakugou to play with that pretty pussy for us, yeah?” Shindou continued, “Take his hand and place it on your clit.”
“Shit,” You mumbled as you moved both hands to wrap around your boyfriend's wrist, holding him tight as you moved his palm between your thighs. Feeling calloused fingers immediately delving between your wet slick in search of your clit, parting you open to pull the hood of it back as he tapped against the sensitive nub softly.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Shindou cooed, “You like having your clit played with?”
“Yeah,” You sighed as you leaned into Bakugou’s touch.
“I bet you’d love me playing with it more,” Shindou added.
“Yeah, right.” Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance.
“Oh, I think she would,” Shindou replied cockily, pressing his fingers against the edge of his desk for emphasis, the shrill vibrations sounding through the speakers as the items on his desk began to tremble from the speed of the vibrations. The noise had you squirming on Bakugou’s lap as you imagined the sensation of it against your sensitive clit, “My quirk has many uses, instead of just setting shit on fire.”
“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou snarled from behind you, his hand tightening on your thigh as he increased the pressure against your clit.
You ignored their bickering as you focused on the delightful pressure against your clit, writhing on Bakugou’s lap as you chased your pleasure. The coil inside you tightened as your lashes, closing your eyes as you felt the pleasure begin to consume you.
“I’m gonna cum-” You whined, grinding your hips against his hand as the three men on the other side of the line went silent immediately, knowing they were listening intently to every sweet sound you made as Bakugou sent you over the edge. The coil inside you snapped as you let yourself come undone, crying out in pleasure as your body spasmed, riding out your bliss.
“Jesus,” Kirishima breathed heavily, “That was-”
“Dude, your girlfriend is so fuckin’ hot. It’s not fair.” Kaminari whined.
“Good girl,” Shindou murmured, “Sound all pretty and shit when you’re cumming, you know?”
You keened at his praise, feeling a warmth surrounding you as Bakugou nuzzled your cheek. Whispering quiet praises against the shell of your ear as he smoothed a calloused palm along your thigh.
“You still doin’ okay, angel?” He whispered.
“‘m good,” You mumbled.
“You’re so good, sweetheart.” Shindou continued, obviously overhearing you, “Did such a good job.”
“That’s it, assholes.” Bakugou cut him off, “We’re goin-”
“What? You afraid of your performance on call?” Shindou snorted, “Figures.”
“I ain’t afraid of shit.” Bakugou snarled.
“Sure seems like it, considering you’re leaving before you’ve even given her what she wants most.” Shindou continued, “Nothin’ wrong with a little performance anxiety. I mean, I’d probably be a little nervous too, trying to please my woman in front of some other guys-”
“I ain’t fuckin’ scared.” You could feel Bakugou’s chest tightening behind you as he practically seethed from Shindou’s words, his palm heating up against your thigh as he went to spit back another insult.
“Prove it.”
“You fucker, ya think- wait what?” Bakugou was caught off guard.
“Prove you’re not scared and fuck her,” Shindou replied simply.
“Fuckin’ prick,” Bakugou mumbled beneath his breath as he shifted your body weight onto one of his muscular thighs as he tugged down his shorts just enough to free his thick cock. The length of it warm as it was trapped between your lower back and his chest, trying to grind yourself back against him as he held your hips tight.
The other men could hear the rustling on the other side of the line as they waited for more action, the slick, lewd sound of hands stroking cocks played out through the headphones causing your cunt to throb in anticipation.
“You gonna show them how pretty you sound when you’re sitting on my cock, sweetheart?” Bakugou murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the curve of your neck.
“Yeah,” You sighed, bucking your hips back against him as the other men let out faint curses.
“Shit, man.” Kirishima whined, “You’re so lucky.”
“Oh, fuck.” You sighed blissfully as Bakugou finally pressed the tip of his cock against your tight entrance, slowly sinking you down on his length as you felt him begin to fill you up.
Bakugou sucked in a breath of air as he hissed through gritted teeth, feeling the way your tight cunt clenched around him as his thick lashes fluttered. Still throbbing from your previous climax as he gave a tentative roll of his hips to try and get you to loosen up a little for him.
“That’s it, sweet girl.” Bakugou whispered against your cheek, “Ya feel so good.”
The praise had you crying out in pleasure, a sultry moan spilling from your lips as he began to lift you from his length and drop you back down, the curve of his cock angled perfectly against the spongy spot inside you as you feebly tried to match his movements.
“Oh, fuck.” Kirishima gasped as you heard a crash on the other end of the line, clearly he’d accidentally knocked something onto the ground. His breathing was heavy as the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock went silent.
“You came already, Kiri?” Bakugou asked, his fingers continuing to press messy circles to your clit as your walls throbbed around him, “Shitty fuckin’ stamina.”
“It’s not my fault she sounds so pretty,” He whined.
“He’s right, she sounds real pretty.” Shindou grinned, “Wish I was there to hear it in person.”
“I can’t believe I lasted longer than you,” Kaminari laughed before it turned into a moan as you let out a high-pitched keen as Bakugou hit a particular spot inside you.
“Doesn’t sound like you’re far behind,” Shindou laughed as he leaned forward in his chair, his hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, “Are you close too, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” You gasped as Bakugou hit a particularly deep spot inside you, your thighs quivering as you approached your high.
“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, biting down on the curve of your neck as he continued his rough pace. Picking you up and dropping you back down on his cock, the lewd sound filling the speakers as the men on the other end listened on.
“That’s it, beautiful. Show us how pretty you sound when you cum.” Shindou murmured, continuing to stroke his cock as he listened to the sweet sounds spilling from your lips.
“Daddy?” You choked out a gasp as you felt yourself falling, “Can I cum?”
“Yeah, princess. Cum for me.” Bakugou smirked cockily at the fact that you’d asked him permission when Shindou was the one commanding you on the line.
“Of course, she calls you daddy.” Shindou scoffed.
“Jealous?” Bakugou laughed, splaying his palm against your pelvis as he pressed a wet kiss to your jaw.
“I am actually, yeah.” Shindou replied honestly, “I’d have her fucking screaming it if I was there.”
“You’d have her screaming for me?” Bakugou snorted.
“Shut the fuck up, dickhead.” Shindou retorted in annoyance, but both men were cut off from their bickering when you let out a desperate cry. The line went silent as they listened to you coming undone.
“Oh my god,” You gasped as your walls began to tremor around Bakugou’s cock. Your entire body felt aflame as you fell into your bliss, your toes curling as you came hard. Your walls milked Bakugou’s cock for all he was worth as you writhed on his lap, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as he helped you to ride out your high.
“Good girl,” Bakugou whispered, growling at the sensation of you clamping down around his cock, “Always so pretty when you cum.”
“I wanna see so bad,” Kaminari whined, his moans sounding through the speaker as he worked himself towards his own release.
“Fuckin’ perv.” Bakugou spat but you could feel his lips curving into a grin against your neck, “Hear that, princess? How desperate he is to see how beautiful you look right now sitting on my cock?”
Your walls clenched around his cock at his words as you moved a hand back to thread your fingers through the messy hair at the back of his undercut, nails scratching against his scalp as he hissed in pleasure.
“Shall we send them a picture?” Bakugou smirked, feeling your walls throb at the thought.
Bakugou kept his pace as he continued fucking into your tight cunt, the thick veins on his cock catching against your slick walls as he prolonged your pleasure. His palm splayed against your pelvis had you feeling tight as a different sensation began to build inside you, a tension begging to be released as you felt yourself diving head first into another climax.
“I’m gonna- oh, shit.” You cried out as you felt yourself succumb to the ecstasy swirling inside you, crying out Bakugou’s name as you came undone. A clear stream of liquid gushed from your cunt as he continued hitting the same sensitive spot inside you.
“Did you just squirt?” Bakugou rasped as he felt the wetness hit his thighs and feet as you spasmed on his lap, white spots blanking your vision as you let the climax wash over you, “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”
“Shit, did she squirt?” Shindou groaned, the slick sound of him stroking his cock increased as he worked himself towards his release, “That’s so sexy— shit.”
Shindou found his own release with a gruff groan, spilling his white hot release into his palm and lap as he tried to remain focused on the pretty sounds you were making on the other side of the line.
Bakugou followed quickly after as he gave a few more messy ruts up into your tight heat as he came with a grunt, painting your inner walls with sticky, warm spurts of his release as his nose nuzzled the back of your neck, warm palms rubbing soothing circles against your hips as he stayed buried deep inside your fluttering walls. Cherishing the aftershocks of your climax as he kept you plugged full of his release, his thighs soaked with your release.
“Do we at least get a selfie?” Kaminari wasn't above sounding desperate through the speakers as he practically begged to see what you looked like right now, “Please?”
“You’re lucky you even got to hear her, asshole.” Bakugou scoffed, “You should be grateful.”
“You’re no fun, Dynamight.” Shindou taunted, “He doesn’t want us to see how pretty his girl looks right now.”
Unbeknownst to them, Bakugou was taking a selfie with you with his cell phone, holding it high in the air to get as much of you in the frame as possible. A dewy glow to your skin from the layer of sweat sticking to your body as you shyly hid your face in his neck, holding the phone out to you so you could see the photograph to make sure you were okay with it before he created a group chat on his phone with the guys as he sent the photo.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Shindou sucked in a breath.
“She’s so pretty, how did you get so lucky?” Kaminari whined as he got the notification, “Sero’s gonna be pissed he missed this week.”
“Wow,” Kirishima sounded breathless as he surveyed the image.
Bakugou tossed his phone to the side as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Running his hands along your exposed sides as he slowly lifted you off his softening cock as you let out a whine of displeasure. Suddenly feeling empty and cold as you felt his cum begin to trickle out of your slick warmth and onto his lap beneath you.
“I’m gonna go clean her up,” Bakugou muttered, moving to shut off the stream.
“Same time next week, yeah?” Shindou added before he left as Bakugou looked to the side to see your face as you nodded shyly.
“Tch, yeah.” He grinned as he moved the mouse towards the red button, “Enjoy fucking your fists, losers.”
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kkyaka · 17 days
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Summary: Shinsou Hitoshi, a vigilante with the goal of exposing the corruption of the hero world, meets you, and that causes tornado of events that spins your life around
Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x black!fem!reader
Word Count: 27, 459 (i'm so sorry)
Warnings: vigilante!shinsou, stripper!reader, miruko is reader's boss, reader's followed by a man briefly in the beginning, some innuendos, reader's quirk is half and half, kind of a slow burn if you squint, mentions of shindou x reader, lot of sexual tension in the beginning between reader and shinsou, mentions of blood and injuries, reader's father is a pro hero but didn't treat her or her mother well, lots of kissing, strip tease, usage of weed, orgasms under the influence of weed, so much smut LMFAO, shinsou gets hit with an aphrodisiac (everything is consensual), groping, fingering (f), oral (f + m), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, grinding, 69ing, reader has a confrontation with her father, shinsou knocks out reader's father, shinsou's really big and hairy LMFAO, little bit of an argument between shindou and reader, deku makes and appearance, bakusquad works with shinsou, canon divergent kinda (takes place after the Paranormal Liberation Arc), mentions of things being blown up, lots of angst at the end with a happy ending (*sighs* i think that's it, if I missed anything let me know!)
A/N: Another long one boys, so sorry about that. Another favorite of mine lmfao, and I was also ridiculously horny while I was writing this LMFAO, so yeah. Thank you for reading if you can make it through this long ass fic, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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You yawn loudly as you step out of the building, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets as you walk. You finished later than you wanted, but money needs to be made, so you're leaving a little after two in the morning. The moon and streetlights allows for enough light so that you can see pretty far ahead of you. You wonder if you should hit up the convenience store on your way home for some food, and you briefly falter when you hear footsteps behind you.
You roll your eyes, wondering why this night, in particular, might be the one where you're fighting for your life. You don't let the person behind you know that you've heard them, but you need to figure out what to do quickly because you don't want to lead them to your house. It's practically a straight shot from where you work, but you don't want to risk them following you home another night.
An alley's coming up, and you hope that you can catch the person off-guard. You can hear their footsteps speed up once you make it about halfway down the alley and right as they try to break out into a sprint toward you, you quickly turn around, activating your quirk out of your hands. The force throws them against the wall, and you immediately harden it, keeping them against the wall.
You groan loudly in annoyance when you finally see who it is even though their face is just barely lit by the streetlight. "We've told you about this, Kenji," you sigh. You know this man all too well, and the fact that you've caught him again makes you sick. He has a history of harassing the women that you work with, even following them home. Mirko is very aware of his behavior, at first banning him from any private shows, but then she quickly banned him altogether.
Of course, that didn't seem to stop him, but there was only so much she could do. You've always been able to stop him, but some of your friends don't have the best luck, so they always go home together. "You know I don't mean any harm," he tries, but you don't believe his bullshit.
"I'm not fucking stupid. You're following me home, you fucking creep." You grab your phone, wondering if you should even try and call for someone to get him. Once most of them figure out what you do for work, the judgmental looks start, and they become either less willing to help or more willing for a price. It's a lose-lose, and you're about to just walk away when you hear something hit the ground right next to you.
You lift your arms up, getting ready to shoot them as well, but something's wrapped around your arms before you can even shoot. They're suddenly tied together, and you struggle against the restraints. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt you."
You don't back down right away, only calming down as he slowly walks toward you. He immediately lets go of your arms, pulling the wraps back to him, and you can see they're sitting around his neck. "Can I help you?" you wonder. You can only see his eyes, his head covered with a hood and his face covered with some mask.
"It seemed like this guy was bothering you." You raise an eyebrow at him. "But you clearly have everything under control."
"So, why are you here?" you question, putting your hand on your hip. "Matter of fact, where did you come from?"
"I can take care of him for you," he says, ignoring your question as he steps toward you. You back up a little, and he's gently pushing you out of the alley. "How am I supposed to get him out of this?" You squint at him, but release the guy from the wall, the material turning into a kind of liquid.
Kenji tries to run for you, but the mystery man wraps him up before he can even get away from the wall. "Give me a second yeah?" he tells you, and he throws him over his shoulder before he scales the side of the wall, disappearing into the dark roof.
You stand there, looking at the now empty alley for a couple of seconds before you shake your head, throwing your hands up. You just want to go home. You're too tired for any of this. You continue your journey home, not even wanting to process the events that just happened until you're home in your bed.
"You're still going to try and walk home alone?" You hear the familiar voice, but it's definitely not coming from in front or behind you. You look around before you look up, seeing him crouching on the corner of the top of a building. He jumps down once you locate him, stopping in front of you, and now that you're back on the street, you can see the color of his eyes.
"I've dealt with him before, and I can handle myself." You continue walking, and he falls into step right next to you. "He'll probably be back anyway."
"You don't have to worry about him anymore."
You look over him as you walk. "And how are you so confident in that?"
"Trust me. He won't be bothering you anymore."
"You're telling me to trust a stranger?" you jest, and even though you can't see the lower half of his face, the way the skin around his eyes crinkle tells you that he's got some version of a smile on his face.
"You can trust this stranger," he counters, placing his hand on his chest.
"So, what brings you out here at this time of night, stranger?" you ask playfully.
"It's a secret," he answers, lowering his voice a little as he leans down to talk to you. "But I could be asking you the same thing," he continues as he stands straight up again.
"I'm getting off work, and don't bother asking what I do," you immediately add, not wanting to go through that conversation right now.
"Noted," he says. "Where you headed?" he asks after the both of you are silent after a while.
"Heading home." You look ahead before you look at him. "How do I know you're not a threat or something?"
"Wouldn't I have done something already if I was?"
"Maybe you're trying to see where I live, or maybe you're just trying to get my guard down," you claim, and he stops walking when you do. "And I don't trust you enough to show you where I live."
"Until next time then."
"What makes you so sure there'll be a next time?" He just gives you a shrug before he starts walking the opposite way, backtracking. You watch him until he disappears, and you shake your head again before you start walking to your apartment.
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"So, he walked you home? Was he really attractive?" You shake your head as you laugh, finishing up your makeup. Amina was one of the first people you met here, and she's been your best friend ever since. You both come from a similar childhood, so it's nice to have someone that can understand what you've gone through.
"I couldn't even see his face," you say. "And he didn't walk me to my door exactly. He might've helped me, but I wasn't gonna let him see where I live."
"And what about that creep? Is he really not gonna bother us anymore?"
"Dunno," you answer with a shrug. "I guess we'll just have to see."
The night goes smoothly without any hitches, and it starts to feel monotonous after a while. You've been doing this for a couple of years, and sometimes you want to divert on a different path, but there's a part of you that likes the repetition. It gives you a sense of security that you know what you're going to do throughout the day.
Honestly, you never really had an idea of what you wanted to do when you grew up because your father already had a path made for you before you were even born. It didn't take you long to see how corrupt the hero society actually was, especially since you were at the hands of it at such an early age. Your dad didn't treat you or your mother right, and she ended up leaving once she could.
You knew that she would've taken you with her if she could, but you don't blame her for getting out of there as soon as possible. Your dad ran you into the ground with training day after day, trying to solidify your abilities to use your quirk. The entire time though, you were plotting how you were going to escape from this. Once you finally turned eighteen, you just left. You were still in contact with your mother, but you didn't tell her that you were leaving so suddenly.
She wasn't anywhere near home anymore, so there was no way she could come get you. You were couch hopping for a couple of years, some of your friends had their own places you could crash at, and you worked odd jobs here and there. But that couldn't last long, and Mirko was suddenly picking you up before you could end up on the wrong side of the street.
She gave you work and a place to call home, which took you a little bit to get used to, but the friendships you created made it so much smoother. Your dad had been looking for you for a while, but then you never heard anything from him again. With him being in the top twenty pro-heroes, you always heard about him on TV or in the news, but you didn't think twice about it. He went on pretending that you didn't exist, treating you like a mistake since you didn't become the hero that he wanted you to be.
This obviously isn't where you saw yourself, but it gives you a powerful feeling that you didn't have when you were still with your dad. And your apartment is actually a really nice set-up, and you're making money. If anything, you're glad that Mirko found you when she did, and she also goes to lengths to make sure you and your friends are protected at work as well.
Private shows are always a little unsettling especially when the person is treading the line of being weird or off-putting. With your quirk, you could try and stop a situation from escalating, but if you're not fast enough, it could do from bad to worse in a second. There are no cameras in the rooms, but you all wear a necklace that detects sudden movements or if your heart rate begins to rise suddenly, and if you can manage, there's a button on it that immediately alerts the bouncers if there's something wrong.
Sadly, all of you have had to use it on more than one occasion, but you know that you'll never see that person again and that they won't harm any of you again. You all usually get breaks for as long as you want if something like that does happen and even if it doesn't. If you just need a break, Mirko is always understanding, and you've taken them on more than one occasion, especially when you first started working.
You finish the night with ease, and you decide to shower in your dressing room before you head home. You stuff all of your tips in your bag once you're done and dressed, checking in with Mirko before you head out of the back door. "You sure you don't want me to walk you home?" Shindou asks once you step outside.
You shake your head as you chuckle. "I'm sure. I can handle myself, I promise."
"Let me know when you get home, okay?" he relents, and you give him a nod before you walk off.
The walk isn't long, but you still check your surroundings as you walk, making sure you're keeping track of everything you're hearing. It doesn't take you long to feel like you're being watched, and you finally stop walking, looking up and turning in a circle as you look in the direction of the rooftops.
Something falls behind you, and you lazily turn around. "This kinda feels like stalking," you muse, letting your head fall to the side as the mystery man walks closer to you.
"I'm just making sure nothing happens to you on the way home," he replies with an easy shrug, and you turn around to continue towards your apartment as he walks with you.
"Really? You sure you don't have any ulterior motives?"
"Even if I said I didn't, you probably still wouldn't believe me." You look over him, realizing that his shoulders are no longer covered, and it really shows you how big he is.
"What happened to your...?" you trail off, circling your finger around his neck and chest area.
"I don't need it tonight." He holds out his hands. "Wanted to show you that I really mean you no harm."
You hum, squinting a bit before you ask him another question. "So, what's your deal? You trying be like that vigilante dude or something?" He laughs loudly at that, and you can't help but smile at the sound.
"I'm actually really good friends with him. I help him out sometimes."
"Really now? So, what's he like?"
"Some people that work with him thinks he's too laid back, and kind of an asshole."
You snort. "I can't say I'm surprised. My friend would be happy though, she's always going for the assholes."
"He's got a fanbase, huh?"
"I think the mask concealing his identity is what's really doing people in."
"Does the mask do something for you?" he asks, and the both of you stop walking, turning to face each other. You hear a hint of curiosity in his voice as you look into his eyes, the only thing beside his forehead that isn't covered. You stare at him for a bit, and he doesn't look away, his gaze strong.
"I'm honestly more interested in the guy behind it."
"Yeah?" You nod quickly, biting your lip to conceal your smile before you continue walking. You giggle a bit as you look over your shoulder since he hasn't started walking and before you can even turn your head back, you can hear his footsteps gaining on you.
Neither of you pick up the conversation after that, but the silence is filled with a certain kind of tension that quickly appears. It's not too long until you reach your place, and you stop in front of your building, spinning on your heel to face him. He looks over the building before he looks down at you, pointing towards it.
"Didn't take you long to show this stranger where you live," he jests, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Well," you hum, shrugging your shoulders. "You're defenseless this time, and I'm pretty confident I can take you."
"In a fight, or...?" You can tell he's wearing a smug smile on his face even though you can't even see it.
You him softly, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. "What're you trying to say, stranger?" you question, stepping closer to him as you cross your arms.
"Nothing," he responds. "I'm just clarifying."
"Really?" you hum. You walk backward towards your building, and he stays right there, watching you walk towards the door. "Third floor. Three twenty-one," you tell him before you open the door. "See ya around."
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You haven't seen the mystery man in a while, and you're not really surprised since you've been watching the news. No one knows a lot about the vigilante because he's so good at covering his tracks. Some people speculate that he's working with other people; you don't really care to know, but you do know that he's making the pro-heroes nervous.
His specialty is exposing the heroes that are corrupt. He's somehow able to get access to things that gives him so much power. He's stated before that he wants to show people how corrupt the hero society is, and you have nothing bad to say about that because you know how corrupt it is, and what it can do to people. You and your mother have seen it first hand.
You shake off those thoughts as you walk home. Even though you can walk home by yourself, you find yourself wondering if he'll jump down from a building or magically appear next to you. You try to tell yourself that you are not disappointed that you didn't see him. You walk into your apartment, deciding to watch your favorite show to unwind and get him off your mind.
You throw your keys on the counter before turning one of your lamps on, and you nearly scream when you see a familiar face laying in the middle of your floor. "Can I help you?" you ask, walking over to him, and your face falls when you see him holding his side. Once you get to him, you realize he's bleeding, and you're quick to crouch down to him.
"Sorry, I didn't come sooner," he tries to joke, but when he laughs, he winces.
"What the hell happened? Why didn't you go to a fucking doctor?" you ask, pulling his hand away to look at the damage.
"It's not that bad," he tells you, and at least he's right about that. You sigh when you see that it just looks like a graze that cut just a little too deep. "Got into it with someone who was not happy that their secrets were out."
"Yeah, I saw that on the news," you say as you stand to get some things to clean his wounds. "Also, if there's blood on the floor, you're cleaning it up!" you shout from the bathroom, and he winces as he sits up to shed his shirt.
"Sure thing," he answers after laying back down and closing his eyes as he listens to you rummaging in the bathroom. He slowly opens his eyes when he hears you walking back to him, and you sit down on the floor with everything you need. He winces as you clean the wound before treating it and neither of says a word. You're mostly not talking because you're trying so hard not to focus on how ripped he is. You didn't expect him to be so hairy.
Your eyes gloss over the plane of abs he has, and you try not to let your hands linger too long on his skin. He's got tattoos covering his arms, and you look over them as you clean his wounds, but you don't ask about them. When you're done, you activate your quirk, putting a little on the wound, and he lifts his head to see what you're doing.
"What's this for?"
"It'll speed up the healing process," you inform, holding your hand out to help him sit up. He groans in pain as he lifts himself up.
"A healing quirk, huh? And you asked me why I didn't go to a hospital," he muses.
"Yeah, yeah. Just keep an eye on it," you tell him before you gather everything and bring it back to the bathroom.
"So, you can heal and trap people against the wall?" he asks, referencing when you first met. You sit down on the couch, and he follows suit, leaving a cushion in between the two of you.
"Basically," you sigh. "I don't really have a term for the material that I can make, but I can harden it and loosen it as much as it wants. I just have to be careful because I can also poison people as well." You smirk when you see him tense, and a laugh bubbles out of your chest. "Don't worry. I have to have really, really bad thoughts about the person for that to happen. So, you're in the clear."
He rests his back against the couch, letting his head fall back, sighing heavily. You don't say anything, but you keep your eyes on him, having a bunch of questions running through your mind. "I know you got questions, so ask away," he says, not even opening his eyes when he speaks.
"How do you even manage to find out all of this stuff?" you ask, and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
"They suck at covering their tracks," he answers. "You'd be surprised at how easy is it to find out about stuff like that." You don't respond, turning your head to look at the floor. "Is there where you try to talk me out of what I'm doing?" he questions after you're silent for a bit. You look up to see that his eyes are open and his head is turned toward you.
"No," you answer, copying his position before relaxing on the couch. "Just thinking that I wish you were around a long time ago."
"One of your parents?" he asks softly, and you nod your head as you look at the ceiling.
"I'm only here because my dad couldn't be what he wanted," you whisper. "The shit he put my mom and me through," you continue sadly. "Maybe if someone was doing what you were doing, we wouldn't have been in that hellhole for as long as we were."
"Can still do it," he offers, and you can't help it when a big smile forms on your face. You look over at him to see that he's smiling with you. "Better late than never."
"Yeah," you hum. "He's a suck-ass hero anyway."
"Doesn't mean you can't rub salt in the wound."
"Maybe one day," you respond before you let the silence fall between the two of you.
"I'll put in a word to boss man," he says softly, and you chuckle as you shake your head. "What?"
"I know you're the ring leader, mystery man," you respond, looking at him. "The cliche, "I'm friends with him" bit is so predictable," you tell him lightly.
"Was wondering how long it was gonna take you," he says. "I bet nothing gets past you, huh?"
"It tears my friend up that I can see through her lies," you laugh, and he quietly copies it. You stand shortly after, pointing towards the kitchen. "You want some food? You probably need it."
He grunts when he shifts. "You don't have to do that, I'll be fine." You roll your eyes before you walk away.
"I bet the people you work with get tired of how stubborn you are."
You smile when you hear him laugh before he winces. "They might get a little annoyed."
You don't fix anything fancy, just enough for him to get his energy back. You both eat quietly, the silence welcoming for you since you went down a painful lane of memories, and he doesn't seem to mind either. You hear something in his pocket buzz once you're finishing up, and he takes the last bite of food before he rummages through his pocket as he pulls it out.
You grab your dishes taking them to the sink, and you put in the dishwasher as you hear the chair softly scrap across the floor. You turn around to see him walking towards you, and you lean against the counter as he gets into your space. "Thanks for patching me up," he tells you softly, a small pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Of course, but maybe go see someone who's more qualified," you jab, returning the smile.
He laughs quietly. "I think you did a pretty good job, so I'll be back."
"Just for that?" you question, knowing he's catching on to what you really mean. He doesn't respond, only leaning down until he's right in front of your face. You hold your breath as your eyes search his face as his stay on your lips.
"Maybe," he whispers, and when he leans in, you follow, but just as he moves forward, he's backing away from you. It takes you a moment to collect yourself, and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes when you see the smirk on his face. "I'll see you around," he says as he walks to your window, and you scoff softly, shaking your head as you finally roll your eyes.
You look back towards the window, expecting him to be gone, but you jump when you see that he's standing right in front of you again. You don't even have time to say anything, his lips softly touching yours in a kiss that's way too short for your liking. Just as he was there, he's gone, and you can't even register him leaving, the feeling of his lips on yours putting you in your own world.
You can't help but smile as you gently touch your lips with your fingers, and you chuckle a bit before you walk over to close the window.
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You surprisingly don't have that many private shows tonight, only having two so far during your shift. You're not complaining on one hand because that means less work, but on the other hand, not as much money. You're walking out of your dressing room after fixing your makeup, getting ready to go back out when Miruko stops you in the hallway.
"I don't know who's in there, but someone paid a lot of money to see you," she tells you, and you frown softly as you stand in front of her.
"You don't know who it is?" you question.
She shakes her head. "He wanted to remain anonymous," she answers. "My bet is it's probably a hero who doesn't want his reputation tainted or something," she says with a roll of her eyes. "But if he does anything weird, you know the drill." You nod before she walks off towards her office, and you walk to the room you're supposed to be in, but you hesitate for a split second when you get to the door. You take a deep breath before you open the door, already starting to get into character.
You freeze when you close the door, seeing a familiar face sitting in the chair in the middle of the room. "What are you doing here?" you ask as you walk towards the one and only.
He shrugs as he leans back in the chair, his eyes heated as they look over your body. You slow your steps as you get closer to him, realizing that this is the most skin he's seen of you. "Dunno. Somehow just ended up here," he replies lazily, his focus on something else. He leans forward to try and touch you, but you stop him, softly wrapping your hands around his wrists.
"No touching," you tell him playfully, and he smirks as relaxes his arms a bit, and you let his arms go so you can turn on the music. When you turn around, his eyes are only focused on you, and you usually play it up a little bit more to get more tips, but you feel like you don't need to do that.
You walk slowly towards him, running your hands over your body once the music starts. He's leaning back in the chair again, and you sway your hips, letting your arms rest over his shoulders as you bend at the waist. He keeps his eyes on yours as you slide your arms over his shoulders, stepping closer to him until your lips almost touch.
You slowly work your way behind him, letting your arms slide down his torso, and you rub your hands over it, feeling his muscles through his shirt. "Y'know, I paid a lot of money to see you," he tells you quietly. His voice is barely audible over the music, and the only reason you were able to hear him is because of how close you are.
"I heard," you hum, letting your tongue gently run down his ear, and your smile widens when you feel him shudder just a bit against your arms. He turns to face you, and it takes everything in you to not lean in by just a hair and kiss him. You don't move, and when he starts to lean in, you quickly move away from him, pulling away from him entirely.
You bite your lip to hide your smile when it looks like he's frozen for a bit, and you walk back in front of him again. He follows you, and you turn around, rolling your hips in a way that makes your ass move. Your fingers slide in between your skin and the tiny shorts you're wearing, and you slowly start to pull them down, holding them as you slide them down your legs, revealing the clear thong you're wearing.
You bend over until they're at your feet, and you turn to the side slightly so you can look at him. His eyes barely cut to yours, focusing on your lower half. You slowly stand up straight, kicking them to the side before you carefully walk backward until you're right in front of him.
You bend over again, moving your hips side to side, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his hands on your ass. You let them linger for longer than you should, but there's no part of you that doesn't want his hands off your skin. You grab his hands before you sit down on him, and you can't stop the gasp that comes out of you when you feel his bulge on your ass.
"No touching, remember?" you scold softly as you lean back against him, but he ignores you, running his hands over your tits before they travel down to your legs. He rubs over your thighs, and when you spread your legs just a bit, he moves them inside, closer to your center, and there's no way to ignore the throbbing that's happening in between your legs.
You're standing up again, but this time, you straddle his lap facing him. His hands run over your ass, and you push your chest into him. "What's a guy gotta do to get all this off?" he asks quietly, and you smile as you roll your hips to the rhythm of the music.
"Buy me whatever I want," you joke, and his slides his fingers under the strap of your thong. He starts to roll your hips for you, and you can't think when he grinds you right into his dick, and you bite your lip to try and fight the moan that was building up in your throat.
In your hazy state, you can feel one of his hands leave you, and you try to see what he's doing, but his lips suddenly touch your skin, and you melt into him even more. You let your head fall back to give him better access, and the soft kisses he plants over your neck is enough to drive you insane.
He says something against your skin, and even though it's muffled, you can tell that he's saying numbers. "What?" you breathe, and you let your head fall back to his level when he pulls away.
He repeats the numbers again as he slides his card into your bra. "Buy whatever you want," he tells you, and his hands slide up your back, on a mission to unhook your bra, but you're quick to stop him.
"Now, wouldn't this take all the fun outta this?" you tease, and he pushes you closer to him even though there's barely any space left in between you and him.
"What I have in mind is a lot more fun than this," he says against your lips, and then the music stops, so the only thing you can hear is how heavy the both of you are breathing.
"Really? Why don't you take me home then?" you question, and your fingers dig into his shoulders when he picks you before you've barely gotten your sentence out. He starts toward the door, and you're quick to slide out of his arms, opening the door and peeking your head out.
You check to make sure the coast is clear before you grab his hand and quickly make your way to your dressing room. "Wait outside for me," you tell him. "Use the back door," you add before you make your way inside, shutting the door softly.
He was the last person for your shift, so you're quick to put on your clothes and check in with Miruko before you make your way out of the back door. When you walk outside, you don't see him, and Shindou comes into view.
"You're leaving already?" he asks, and you nod as you start to walk away.
"Yeah, I'm done for tonight. I'll see you later." He tries to say something, but you're already walking away, wondering where the hell he went.
You're nearly at home, and you still haven't seen him yet. "You look eager." You turn around at the sound of his voice, and his eyes still look as hungry as they did at the club.
"And you aren't?" you bite back, and you start walking towards your building with him in tow. It's when you make it to your door that things don't go as planned. You both freeze when you hear that familiar buzz in his pocket, and the swear he releases is loud enough to echo in the quiet, empty hallway. You visibly deflate, neither of you saying a word, and you slide his card out from your bra.
"Keep it," he says when you try to hand it back to him.
"No," you respond, pressing into his chest. "You come back after you've bought me something." He smirks, grabbing your wrist as he crowds you against the door. He wraps his arms around you as he kisses you deeply, and you're glad that he's holding you because you're sure that you would've fallen because of weak your knees become.
You moan when he slides his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch of your mouth as his. You wrap around arms around him when you hear the buzzing again. He groans against your mouth, giving you one last long kiss before he pulls away. Your breathing is heavy, and you know that your lips are swollen just like his.
"I'll be back." And you know that's a promise.
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For some reason, you're still wired even though you swore you were tired when you were getting off work. You haven't seen mystery man in a while, and you're disappointed to say the least. You were so close to getting laid after the tension and been built up, and then the chance was ripped away from you in a second.
You try your best to shrug it off as you change into some comfortable clothes and fuzzy socks since it is pretty chilly outside and you're still a little cold. You don't have to work the next day, and you look at the clock on your stove to see that it's only one in the morning. You get off earlier than usual, and you don't have to go to work later in the night.
The first thing that comes to mind is weed. It'll definitely put you to sleep, so you decide to cook something because you get terrible munchies when you get high. You turn on some music, connecting to your phone to your speaker and playing it on a low volume.
You hum and swing your hips to music softly as you start cooking, completely engrossed in your own world. You're in the middle of stirring your pasta when something rasps at your window. You scream as you turn towards the window, jumping in place. You catch yourself on the counter as your eyes land on a familiar face, and he's sans mask this time, so you can see that he's laughing at you.
You groan loudly as you walk towards the window, unlocking it before sliding it open. "How ya doin', princess?"
"You are the worst," you sigh, stepping to the side to let him in. You walk back to the stove as you hear him step inside and close the window.
"You always scare that easily?" he teases, and you roll your eyes, but you can't help but smile.
"Of course, I don't. I'm in my comfort zone, in my own world right now, and you come out of nowhere."
"You weren't expecting me to show up?" he questions, sitting down at your island, and you don't answer right away because you don't know how to. Because not walking home with him kind of sucked, and you were disappointed to say the least. "You upset about me not walking with you tonight?" You wonder if his quirk has something to do with mind reading, and you tense a bit when you hear his words. "I'm sorry, baby, I got caught up with some shit."
"It's no big deal," you shrug. "You had stuff to do."
"I'll make it up to you." You've been looking at the pasta you've continued stirring, glancing at the clock to see how much time has passed since you starting cooking it. You haven't looked at him since he's sat down, and all you do is hum in response to his words. "Whatcha making?"
"Chicken alfredo." You grab a noodle out of the water, blowing on it to cool it off before you try it to see if it's soft enough. "I'm gonna smoke, and I get really bad munchies. Just preparing for the future." The pasta is to your liking, so you grab your oven mitts so you can move the pot off the eye before you start prepping to cook the chicken.
It already comes in the package, but sometimes you have to doctor it up a bit, and you set a pan on the eye, spraying it before putting your chicken in it. You strain your pasta water, shaking it just a bit to make sure the majority of the water is out. "Is this what you always wear when you're home?" he asks lowly, and your movements slow a bit as you realize that you're not really wearing anything.
You have your apartment pretty warm right now since your cooking, so you're completely comfortable in your thin camisole and shorts that barely cover your ass. As you move the pasta back to the stove, you don't even have to look at him to know that's starting hard at you. "I like to be comfortable," you chuckle with a shrug. All he does is hum, and you feel yourself growing warm, but you continue to focus on finishing your food.
You grab the alfredo sauce from the fridge as you try to keep yourself calm. As you start to finish up, your thoughts drift to how long it's been since you've had sex. Really good sex. And it's been more than a while, and it would honestly be the icing on the cake right now after what happened that night. He stays quiet, but the tension in your apartment has changed and both of you know it.
You turn the oven on so your food can stay warm, and you know it won't be long until you're chowing down on it. You finally turn around to face him, and you can't control the inappropriate thoughts that fill your head as you look over him. His arms are resting on the island, and you don't remember them being that big. You stay silent as you walk towards your nightstand where you keep everything you're going to need.
"You staying?" you ask, holding up the remaining weed you have. He wordlessly answers as he stands up and walks towards you. He walks past you, and his scent alone is enough to make your knees weak. You're quick to stop him though when it looks like he's about to get on your bed. "You're insane if you think I'm gonna let you on my bed in those clothes," you say, pointing at what he's wearing.
You don't care how it sounds, but you will not let any dirt get onto your bed. He just smiles at you, and you turn around so that you can figure out if you have enough for two blunts or just one fat one. It looks like you're just gonna have to fit it in one, and when you're done rolling it, you turn around to see him laying against your headboard in nothing but his underwear.
He has his arms resting behind his head, and the sight stops you in your tracks. "What's wrong?" he asks, a big smirk on his face at your reaction. You ignore his jab, slowly getting on the bed on your knees. You copy his position, getting comfortable before you light the blunt. His eyes are on you as you take a hit before offering it to him. The music is the only thing filtering through the apartment as you start to relax and let the weed fill your system.
You eventually turn your head to the side as it starts to swim, and you're able to catch him blowing out the smoke. You definitely can't stop yourself from looking over him now that you're under the influence, and your eyes start from his neck and make their way down.
You still can't get over how hairy he is, and how he seems to be covered in it everywhere. His arms, his legs, his chest is just covered in dark hair. And you thought he was big in height. You honestly want nothing more than to run your hands over his body, seeing how small your hands are compared to him. Your eyes continue down, and you can feel arousal wetting your shorts when you can see what's in between his legs.
"My eyes are up here, sweet thing." Your eyes are slow to finally meet his, and you see that he's holding the blunt your way. You carefully take it from him before taking a long drag, both of you holding eye contact as you do. You shift a bit until your shoulder touches his arm and goosebumps immediately cover your skin.
You turn a bit towards him, and it seems like he knows what you're thinking, so he does the same. He's practically kissing you when you blow the smoke out, into his mouth, and you only focus on his body breathing it in. You feel a little lightheaded, and you think it's because you stopped breathing for a second. He inhales the smoke deeply before turning away from you to blow it out.
You're mesmerized, barely registering when he turns back to look at you. You forgot how horny weed makes you, and you're practically soaking your shorts right now. You don't know if you want to make a move or not, but as you both finish the blunt off, the tension only gets thicker. He lets you take the last hit, and you stamp the blunt out in your ash tray.
You haven't thought about eating because all you're focused on is him. "Are you ever gonna tell me your name?" you ask. "In my head, you're just mystery guy." He smiles softly at you when you giggle a bit. He hums quietly before he reaches for your leg furthest from him.
You frown a bit at his movements, but you don't fight against them, letting him move you until you're his lap. When you let your weight rest on him, you suddenly feel how hard he is, and you wonder how in the hell you missed that. You can't help but moan when you feel him throbbing against your core, and you don't know how you're going to focus on anything else.
You let your hands rest on his shoulders as his rest on your waist before they move to softly squeeze your ass. "Shinsou." He's watching you carefully, and you're about to respond to him but he grabs your ass again, pulling your shorts up higher to expose more of your skin. He grabs your ass again, this time spreading you open, and you gasp softly as you have a hard time keeping your eyes open.
"Is that all you're gonna give me?" you manage to ask even though you're so turned on right now it's starting to hurt.
"Maybe," he whispers, and you don't really think you'd care right about finding out the answer because his hands rubbing over you feel too good right now. He rolls your body towards him, effectively grinding you against him, and you gaze falls to his chest as another soft moan falls from you.
You can't help but let your hands slide down his shoulders and to his chest, rubbing over his skin just like you thought about doing earlier. Your hands follow the curve of his muscles, and you keep going until you reach his happy trail which you desperately want to keep following.
"Hitoshi."
"What?" you mumble, still zeroed in on his chest, and you can feel the vibrations of his chest when he talks.
"Shinsou Hitoshi is my full name," he answers, and you smile as you look up at him, finally happy to put a name to his face. You let yourself fall forward a bit as you wrap your arms around his neck, arching into him.
"I like the sound of that," you respond, your face inches from his.
"Sound even better if you're moaning it," he replies quickly, and you don't hesitate with your response.
"Well, you know how to make that happen." He hums at your words, and he's suddenly flipping you over, and the quick movement combined with the weed make your head spin. When it finally stops, your eyes focus on him above you.
"You still with me?" he asks you softly as he sets his legs on either side of yours. You nod quickly, softly grabbing his shoulders to pull him down to you. He easily moves, planting his lips on your for another hungry kiss that you can't seem to get enough of. You know that you're already soaking the fabric of your shorts, and kissing him only makes you even more wet.
You guide his hands to your body, and he quickly follows through, running his hands under your tank top, and you arch into his touch. His fingers feel like they're burning a path into your skin, and you can feel yourself starting to get warmer. You spread your legs as far as you can when he starts to move down towards your shorts, and you lift your hips so that he can pull them off with ease.
He pulls away to look in between your legs, and he groans quietly. "All of this for me?" he asks as he throws your shorts to the side. You go to answer, but it's replaced with a soft moan when he runs his fingers through your folds. He grabs one of your legs, pushing it towards your chest as he rubs over your clit.
You move into his touch, shamelessly getting louder the more he touches you. "Come on, Shinsou," you sigh impatiently even though you feel like a few more circles of his fingers could have you cumming in an instant. He doesn't wait to slide his fingers into you, and your hands grip your sheets as he slowly makes his way in.
"God, baby, you're so tight," he whispers, watching his fingers move. They glisten in the moonlight coming in through the window every single time he slides them out, and he can feel his mouth watering the more he watches. "You always this wet?"
"Only for you," you reply, the smile you have on your face slowly disappearing when he starts to rub your clit with his thumb. He speeds his fingers up, and you moan louder when he finally finds that spot inside of you. He zones in on it instantly, pressing it every single time he goes back in, curling his fingers in a delicious way that has your eyes crossing.
He grabs your ankles in one hand, pushing your legs up towards your body when you start moving too much for his liking, and you suddenly find yourself trapped between the bed and his fingers. "'T-Toshi," you whine, and he groans loudly as you continue to repeat his name like a mantra. He's the only thing you can think about as your mind starts to go dumb.
Even if you're able to move your hips a little bit, he follows you no matter where you move. The squelching of his fingers moving in and out of you is audible in the room, and your legs start to shake when you feel your orgasm start to rush up on you. "I can feel you, princess," he tells you. "Lemme feel you cum around my fingers," he orders softly, and one more press of his fingers on your clit and inside of you is what sends you over.
You breathe his name as you cum, soaking his arm and the sheets underneath you. Your legs tremble in his hold as he fucks you through your high, and you squirm when the overstimulation starts to sting your nerves. He slows his fingers down, but he doesn't stop, his eyes watching how you try and fail to move away from his fingers. He finally stops after what seems like forever, and your chest heaves when he puts your legs down as he slides his fingers out of you and into his mouth.
He moans as your taste hits his tongue, and he makes sure to get every drop before he slides them out of his mouth. Even though your head is spinning from your orgasm and the weed, you know for a fact that you want all of him, and your eyes slide down in between his legs, and you can see how hard he is through his underwear.
His phone buzzes suddenly, but he ignores it, spreading your legs as he looks at your cum smeared all over your legs, but then his phone rings. He growls loudly as he gets off the bed, snatching his pants off of the floor, and he takes his phone out of his pocket.
"Shit!" he whispers.
"You have to go?" you mumble, and he slides his pants on before he grabs his shirt.
"I'm sorry, angel," he tells you after he walks to the side of the bed that you're on. He kisses you deeply, and in your influenced state, you follow after him when he pulls away. "It's an emergency. You gonna be okay?" He stays in front of you, making sure that you're okay.
You nod softly, and he turns around like he's looking for something. You're starting to feel tired, your eyelids feeling heavy, and they open when you feel something in between your legs. You look to see him gently cleaning you up, and he moves the blankets, covering you with them.
"I'll fuck you real good next time," he says against your lips, giving you another long kiss before he makes his leave. You smile at his words, listening to him make his way out of your window before you let sleep take over.
When you wake up in the morning, you sit up, upset that he had to leave, but it doesn't last long because you got a really good orgasm while he was here. You didn't get a chance to eat your food last night, and you walk down to your kitchen to see the oven's been turned off. You notice a bunch of stuff on your island, and you frown as you walk over to it.
You see a note on one of the boxes, and you pick it up to read it.
Noticed all the art on the walls, so I figured this would be good enough
Every box that you open has expensive art supplies in it, and even art pieces that are going for six figures. You scoff as you look over everything, and you happen to flip the note over.
I expect you to hold up your end of the deal ;)
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You stir awake, and a chill immediately runs up your spine. You're very much awake now as your body goes on full alert mode, and you move carefully, slowing rolling over onto your side. You're confident someone is in your apartment right now, and you can see that it's about two in the morning.
"You awake, baby?"
You recognize the voice instantly, and you sigh heavily as you sit up. Even though you know it's Hitoshi, you still jump when you see him standing at the foot of your bed. "What the fuck, 'Toshi. You scared the hell outta me." He doesn't move, and you slide out of bed, crossing your arms over your chest when the cold air hits your skin. It's pretty dark in your apartment, so the only light on his face is from the moonlight coming in from your window.
"You okay?" you ask softly, your brows softly furrowing in concern when he doesn't say anything. You notice that the look in his eyes is darker than it usually is, and at first you're wondering what could've happened, but then you remember where you've seen that look before.
"I got hit...with something," he mumbles, and then he starts to walk toward you, and you keep walking until your back hits the wall. "I dunno what."
"Okay," you say quietly. "Why didn't you go to a doctor or something?" You don't know why you're asking. He could be on the verge of death, and he'd still come to you to heal him.
"I don't think I need one." He rests his head against yours as his hands rub over your body.
"How are you feeling?" you whisper, making no move to stop him since you have an idea of what's going on.
"Feel really warm," he answers, and that's very much obvious when you touch his face. "And...tingly?" You chuckle a bit, and he smiles when you do but it doesn't last long as he lets his body press into yours. "And I'm fucking hard." You gasp when you feel it, and he moves his head down so he can start kissing your neck.
"I think you were hit with an aphrodisiac," you say even though both of you know that very well.
"Mmh, what should I do?" he asks against your skin as his hands slide around your body to grope at your ass.
"You can wait until it wears off," you breathe, your legs going weak as he starts to suck marks into your skin.
"Yeah, I'd rather just fuck your brains out." He's quick to pick you up in his arms after that, finally meeting your lips in a heated kiss that has you dripping. He makes the short walk to your bed, getting on it on his knees before he lays you down. You wrap your arms around his neck so that he can keep kissing you, but his hands aren't touching you anymore.
"You want this too, right?" You can barely hear him over your heartbeat in your ears, and he softly grabs your face with his hand, causing you to focus on him. "You gotta answer, baby, I don't have much time."
"Yes, 'Toshi. I want you, c'mon," you answer, pulling on his shoulders, and your consent causes his last string to snap. He's got your clothes off in a second, and then your thighs are suddenly by your ears. You jump as he puts his mouth on you instantly, and your hands grab into his hair as you prepare yourself to hold on for the craziest ride of your life.
He moves one of his hands to your ankles so that he can keep your legs out of the way as he slowly slides his fingers inside of you. His tongue works at your clit as his fingers press at the most sensitive spot in your walls, causing your moans to grow louder. "F-Fuck, Shin," you mewl, your breathing heavily now, and your stomach is starting to burn because you can't breath freely with your legs pinned to your upper half.
He only groans in response into your folds as he works you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your back arches as the pleasure starts to build up in the pit of your stomach, and shakily warn him of what's to come. If he heard you, he doesn't respond, only continuing his ministrations, and you swear he tries to reach deeper in to you, the squelching of his fingers moving in and out of you rivaling your noises.
When you start to squirm, he moves with you, not letting up for a second. "T-Toshi--!" Your soft shout tapers off into a gasp as you cum, and his mouth never leaves you as you squirt on his face. He makes sure none of it goes to waste as you try and fail to push him away from you to give you a breather. He sits himself up as he finger fucks you through your high, but he doesn't stop, and you try to grab onto his wrist.
"C'mon," you huff, tears forming in your eyes as you screw them shut from the overstimulation. He smiles down at you before letting go of your legs so he can lean down and kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue, but he's still fingering you. You can barely kiss him back, whining into his mouth.
When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, it feels like you can breathe again. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, peeling your eyes open to watch him clean his fingers off by sliding them in his mouth.  "God, you taste so good," he moans, savoring your taste before he kisses you again.
He slides his hand around your neck as he kisses you sloppily, sucking on your tongue before he pulls back with your bottom lip between his teeth. He starts to move himself up, taking you with him, and when he gets off the bed and stands, you realize that you're completely naked while he's still fully clothed.
You lean back, letting your hands hold your weight behind you as you spread your still shaking legs, grimacing a bit at the oversensitivity. You can't help but lock onto the massive bulge in his sweats, and he unties the string and shows himself before you can even say anything. Your mouth nearly drops open at how big he is,  your mouth starting to water just from looking at it. It's so thick that it's hanging there even though he's rock hard, and you tilt your head to the side as you admire the thick veins that run from the base to the dark red tip.
"I wasn't sure if I wanted to have you suck me off or fuck your tits, but it looks like you've already decided," he comments, and you look up at him through your lashes before you get on your knees, moving closer until he's right in your face. The tip is shiny and dripping with pre, and you lick your lips before bringing your hand up to touch him. He hisses when you do, gritting his teeth a bit. "Fuck, it hurts," he groans quietly, and you waste no time licking over his tip with your tongue flat, the saltiness hitting your tastebuds.
Shinsou moans softly, his body seeming to be ridiculously sensitive, that he's pretty confident he won't last long. He looks down to watch you spit on his dick, stroking him to make him even wetter. You try to take him down your throat, but you can't, only getting about halfway before your throat starts to close up. He swears loudly, letting his hand rest on top of your head as he tries his hardest not to move.
You pull off of him, stroking him again as you suck at his balls, and you smirk when you physically see his legs give a little. You make sure to show each one enough attention, swirling your tongue around them before you focus on his dick again. You place your hands on the bed, steadying yourself so that you can shake your ass just a bit while you suck him off, and he moans as he zones in on the movement.
His balls twitch in warning of his orgasm, and he holds onto the back of your neck before he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. It causes you to gag, and his eyes roll as your throat closes around his dick. "Jesus," he sighs, letting his head fall forward so he can watch you take it. He knows for sure that he'd be able to see his dick print moving in your throat, and that thought is what sends him over the edge, pulling you off of him so he can cum all over your face.
You open your mouth to catch his release as he pumps himself until his skin starts to tingle from the oversensitivity. You swallow what lands in your mouth before wiping the rest of off your face with your finger and sliding it in your mouth. "Shit," he huffs, and you notice he's still hard, so you know he's nowhere near satisfied.
You haven't had much experience with aphrodisiacs, but you do know that they are intensely strong, and your pussy throbs at the thought of more to come. He sheds his shirt before he pulls you up to him so he can taste himself when his lips meet yours. You feel his fingers glide through your folds before they rub over your clit, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel yourself getting wetter once again.
You easily fall back when he moves, and he's on you again in a second, lifting his hips a bit so that he can line himself up. He makes you spread and hold your legs by your knees so he has room, and your toes curl in anticipation. He rubs at your clit before slapping it with his tip which makes you jump. "Hurry up, 'Toshi," you whine, and he doesn't waste another second. Your mouth drops at the stretch you start to feel, and he continues to rub at your sensitive bud as he slides in.
"Fuck, baby," he moans, "you're squeezing me so good." You've never felt a better stretch when he finally bottoms out, and you let your head fall back onto the bed as you feel yourself fluttering around him. You honestly don't know how he's holding out so well, but you appreciate the short grace period you're not sure you'll get again.
You give him the okay to move, and he pushes your legs down further than he did when he was eating you out. Your voice gets caught in your throat as he slams back into you with so much force that your headboard knocks against the wall. It doesn't take long for him to find that magic spot inside of you, and when he does, you're practically rendered speechless.
Your eyes continue to roll into the back of your head as you can only think about moaning his name. You try to grab any part of him you can as you hold on, the air feeling like it leaves your lungs every time he thrusts into you. "T-Toshi--f-fuck," you cry, tears forming in your eyes again. "O-Oh...my God--!" Your words are chopped up with every thrust, and he can feel how close you are because you're squeezing him tighter than before.
"'M'cumming--ah--!" Your nails dig into his skin as you cum, coating the both of you in your release as he struggles to stay inside of you as your pussy tries to push him out. He changes the angle of you hips as he throws his back, and the tears from your eyes keep coming.
"Ah, shit," he groans. "You're such a good girl for me, angel. Taking me so fucking well," he continues as he lets his forehead rest against yours, and you can feel his hips twitch before he fills you up, a loud groan following as he fucks his cum into you. When he finally slows and lets go of your legs, they flop onto the bed as it feels like your heart is going to be out of your chest. "That's some good shit," he mumbles, his breath fanning against your face.
He's still hard inside of you, feeling him pulsing inside of you, and you think he might give you a bit of a break, but then he's suddenly sitting up and taking you with him. You bite your lip to conceal your moan of surprise as his the tip of his dick sits snuggly at your cervix. You wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you deeply as he carefully moves inside of you with shallow curls of his hips.
Your face scrunches up in pleasure as your spine tingles with overstimulation, and he watches you intently as he holds you close to him. He's hitting that spot inside of you so good while barely moving his hips, and all you can do is take it.
"'Toshi," you whine, your nails digging into his shoulders, and all he does is smile in response before your toes curl. You don't even have the leverage to move away from him, and you sigh heavily when he finally pulls you off of him.
He carefully lays you down before he flips you over, propping you up on your knees. You try to catch your breath as he runs his hands over your ass. You moan softly when he runs his fingers through your folds, and you jump when he gently pinches your clit.
He takes his dick in his hand, smacking it against yours as as he continues to play with your clit. "You ready for me again?" he whispers, and you nod your head, looking at him over your shoulder.
He pushes on your back, forming it into a deeper arch. "Spread 'em, baby." You move your hands back, spreading yourself open for him, and the sound it makes due to how wet you are is close to making you flush.
You feel him rub over your back as he slides into you, and he holds your back when you try to move away from him. "You got it, angel, just take it," he coos quietly, and your mouth falls open as he fills you up again.
"Oh, my God," you breathe as you let your face fall into your pillow. He gives you a shallow thrust that has you gasping, and you put your hands back on the bed to brace yourself. He's so big, you don't know if you'll be able to walk after all of this.
You push back against him to silently tell him you're ready, and you hold your breath in anticipation when he slides out of you. You cry out when he slams back into you again, your fingers gripping your pillow as your eyes roll back in your head.
He's ruthless, ramming into your sweet spot so well that words aren't even forming in your head. Hitoshi grabs the headboard with one hand as he keeps his hand on your back, and you can hear him swearing softly as he fucks you.
Tears dot your lashing as you squeeze your eyes shut, taking him all, and you moan when his hand slaps your ass hard. You say his name like a mantra, feeling your orgasm building up in your tummy. Despite that, you're still trying to move away, trying to find his arm to stop him.
He suddenly moves both of his hands to your wrists, pinning them to the bed as he rests his top half on your back. "Don't run," he whispers, and you swear you can hear a smirk around his words. He speeds his hips up, and you're trapped by him and your own pleasure, and you call out his name as you start to cum.
His hips slap against yours, and he groans in your ear as he cums right after you, filling you up again. Your nerves tingle with sensitivity, whining as he keeps fucking you while he rides out his high. When he stops, you can feel that he's still hard, and when he finally slides out of, your lower body collapses onto the bed.
You're breathing so hard, and you can barely move your legs. You hear Shinsou shift behind you, and you whine quietly when he rolls your over. He sits back against the headboard before moving you onto him, and he pulls you into a sloppy kiss as soon as you sit on him.
Your makeout is audible in the room, and you moan into the kiss, wondering if it's possible if the aphrodisiac can be transferred because you feel dizzy just from this alone. He starts kissing over your face before he kisses down your neck as his hands run down your back and to your butt.
"Wanna give you a break," he mumbles against your skin before he gently sinks his teeth into it. "But you're making it so hard," he groans, and you let your head fall back as he continues to mark your skin.
You start to roll your hips causing him to moan, and his fingers dig into your ass. You can't keep it up for long, but he immediately takes over, rubbing you over him. It feels good for you too, but it isn't as overwhelming, so you let him use you, reveling in the sounds he's making.
He thrusts up into you, and you hold on to him as you take your turn to put marks on his skin. "Fuck, 'm so close," he grunts, his hips lifting up to meet you so hard that it nearly sends your head into the headboard.
He says your name right before he cums, and he bits down on your shoulder, holding you tight in his arms until he relaxes again. You pull away when his grip loosens, and you look down to see the mess that he's made.
"God, why am I still hard?" he groans when he looks down with you.
You giggle softly. "You feel a little better though, right?" you ask him gently, moving some of his hair that's stuck to his forehead.
"Yeah," he sighs with a short nod. He watches you move backwards until you're between his legs, and he spreads them to give you room, knowing what you're going to do.
He watches you with dark eyes as you clean up the mess he's made, and he moans when you finally lick over his dick. You arch your back, sticking your ass up as you take him into your mouth, and his head rests against the headboard as his eyes roll.
You keep your eyes on his as you take all of him, moving your tongue so you can lick at his balls, and his hips jump softly at the sensation. You keep your lips tight around his dick as you pull off, swirling your tongue around his tip before you dip into his slit.
"S-Shit," he moans. "Fuck. C'mere," he groans, and you pull off of him, wondering what he's talking about. He softly pulls you up by your arms, and you shuffle closer to him on your knees. You let him turn you around, and he slides down on the bed until his face is right in front of your pussy.
"Toshi, this is about you--!" you try, but he's already put his mouth on you, his tongue nailing your sensitive bud.
"Then let me taste you again," he says against you, and you don't have it in you to fight him. You can't even move away from him, his grip on you so strong, you're confident there'll be bruises. "Keep sucking me off, angel."
You moan as he eats you out, but you put him back in your mouth, focusing your mouth on his tip as you use your hand on the rest of him. You can't keep it up for long as your concentration is split, and you can feel your legs trembling.
Shinsou suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you down until you're sitting on his face, and you sigh at the relief you feel once your legs are relaxed. "W-Wait, Toshi, you can't breathe," you moan, and he responds with a slap to your ass.
You hear him say something against you, but you can't hear him, moving your hips against his face as you feel yourself getting close. You swirl your tongue around him again, the only thing you can manage since your mouth is stuck open as you moan his name while you wrap your hand around him.
You cum not too long after, your body tensing as that knot snaps before you ride out the high. He cums right after you, a loud groan muffled by you as he paints himself and your hand white.
You fall over, getting off of him as soon as you can move so that he can breathe, and he's already on you again. He kisses you hard, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue, and you moan when he rubs his fingers through your soaking folds.
"You better call outta work," he says against your lips.
Yeah, you probably should.
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You've never been more grateful that Miruko is understanding and let you take the night off on such short notice. When you wake up, Shinsou is snoring loudly next to you, but you couldn't even tell because you were drained yourself. You try to roll over and everything pulls painfully as soreness blooms between your legs. "Good lord," you hiss softly as you try to sit up. Shinsou barely stirs, and you slowly reach for your phone so that you can order some food.
You weren't sure how long the effects of the quirk would last, but five hours was definitely not what you were expecting. He tried to give you breaks every and now and then, letting you tap out when it was too much for you, but it wasn't long before he was in between your legs again. He just couldn't get enough of you, and you honestly want to know what kind of aphrodisiac it was and lock that person up.
After the last round, the last thing you remember is Shinsou pulling out of you and laying you down. He must've fallen asleep right after you did, but now it's about to be late in the evening. Even though you've slept the day away, you still feel like you could sleep for another day. It'll take a while for the food to get here since you ordered enough to feed a small family, possibly more. Once you confirm the order, you flop right back into bed, letting sleep take over again.
You try your hardest to get to the door when you hear the knock because you just woke up, and you don't know how long they've been knocking. You're not surprised when Shinsou doesn't stir, and you wrap yourself in your robe before limping to the door. God, you're going to need to soak.
"Sorry--" You stop talking when you see Shindou on the other side of the door instead of your food. "What the hell are you doing here?" you ask, closing the door slightly as you take a couple of steps towards the hallway.
"Miruko told me you called out, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he answers, and you give him a small smile as you tighten your robe.
"Oh, well, thanks. But I'm totally fine, I was just feeling a little under the weather," you lie, hoping that he doesn't ask to come inside as your grip on your door tightens a little. You don't know what to say so it gets quiet and suddenly Shinsou's snoring starts to replace the silence. You see Shindou's face change a bit, and you try to change the subject. "Well, thanks for stopping by, I'm totally okay. I'll see you later, okay?"
"What's going on?" he asks when you try to close the door, stopping the motion softly by putting his hand on the door. "Are you really okay?"
"Yes," you respond tightly, inhaling sharply.
Suddenly you notice that the snoring has stopped. "Baby?" You freeze at the sound of Shinsou's voice raspy from sleep. "Who's at the door?" You turn your head to look at him, seeing him slowly sitting up. You turn your attention back to Shindou when he calls your name, and you try to figure out a way to get him to leave because he cannot see Hitoshi.
The look on Yo's face in unreadable. "You're seeing someone now?" He sounds almost offended, and you can't help but scoff.
"Yo, come on. We've been broken up for a while. Don't be like this, I do not have time," you state firmly. "Thanks for coming to check on me, but I'm fine." You try to close the door, but he stops you a bit more forcefully this time.
"Seriously? 'A while'?" he quotes, "did I mean nothing to you?" You sigh heavily waving your hand as you see Shinsou getting out of the bed in your peripheral.
"Yo, you can't be serious right now. Don't get pissy because I'm seeing someone," you say. "How is that fair? You know why we broke up. It was your own damn fault." He tries to speak, but you don't let him. "No, you need to leave. I don't know why you think that you can show up and have the audacity to get pissed because I'm in a relationship."
"I didn't--"
"Oh, but you did," you interrupt. "Leave, Shindou. I'm expecting food soon." You sigh again before you close the door, locking it as you see Shinsou walking over to you, still naked.
"Who was that?" he asks before he kisses you, his voice genuine.
"Someone I work with," you answer at first, and he raises an eyebrow.
"Was it that bouncer?"
"How'd you know that?"
"I see how he looks at you," he says simply with a shrug. "I guess it didn't end well between the two of you."
"Yeah, and I don't wanna get into it honestly."
Shinsou holds his hands up, pulling his lips down at the corners. "And I'm not gonna ask. That's your business, angel." You nod your head softly, but you don't respond, upset at having your whole mood ruined. "Pretty sure he's still standing outside the door," he whispers to you. "Want me to say something?"
You quickly shake your head. "No, he doesn't need to know what you look like," you whisper back.
"It's not like he's gonna know, right? And what's he gonna do, huh?"
"No, 'Toshi," you sigh. "I don't wanna have anymore drama, and I don't want you to get found out," you explain. "Also you're fucking naked." He chuckles which makes you smile, and he kisses you softly a couple more times.
"You're starving too, right?" he asks when he pulls away, his stomach grumbling.
"Yeah," you laugh softly. "It should be here any minute." As if on cue, there's a knock on the door, and you check the peephole before pushing Shinsou out of sight so you can open the door without having him flash the poor guy.
You take the food but before you can even ask for the price, the man speaks before you do. "Don't worry, miss. It was already paid for," he tells you, and you frown at him. "I guess he's your neighbor? I passed him on the way out." Your face falls, and you give the man a friendly smile.
"I'll be sure to thank him. Thank you so much and have a nice day." You close the door before you set the food on the counter.
"Ooh, free food," Hitoshi speaks up as he starts to take the food out of the bag. He said it more to himself, but you can't even find yourself to laugh at his reaction. "He didn't like your job, right?"
You hadn't even realized you'd zoned out, staring at the countertop. You look at Shinsou after he speaks, and you nod your head after releasing another tired sigh. "He was incredibly jealous. I don't know if he was always like that though. And if there was any guy that touched me the wrong way, it took more than a couple of dudes to stop him from killing him."
Shinsou doesn't say anything, he just eats and listens to you, and you finally sit down at the island next to him. "I'm pretty sure Miruko didn't want us dating co-workers, but it honestly didn't last long, and I broke it off once he started acting like that." He pushes a couple of the containers your way. "This doesn't bother you?"
"Why would it?" he says before eating some noodles. "I already know I'm better than him, and by your reaction, I have nothing to worry about. So, I'm chilling." He opens one of the containers he slid towards you. "Now, stop moping and eat this before I eat it all." You can't help but laugh as he holds the fork your way, and you eat off of it. You both talk about random stuff as you eat, and it doesn't take long for you to get out of that mood you were in.
Once you're done, you spend the rest of the day in bed with Shinsou, and you end up sleeping the night away as well.
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You freeze when you walk into the room, wondering if this is a joke. You clear your throat as you walk towards the man, doing your best to keep your cool.
"One of the top pro-heroes in my room," you say. The man's face starts to turn pink a bit, and you can't help but smile. "What are you doing here, Deku?" you question as you slide your hands over his shoulders.
You honestly should've expected it to be a hero when you saw how much money was paid. Pro-heroes always go over the actual price, and you assume the rest of it is hush money. It makes you roll your eyes; you have better things to do then telling people which heroes come to a strip club.
He can barely meet your eyes as he answers. "I, um, wanted to ask you something," he whispers, and that makes you frown a bit. He hesitates, and you sit on his lap, his body tensing horribly when you do.
"And what would that be?" you whisper. It takes him a while to finally speak, but when he does, you're frozen.
"I know you know who the vigilante is."
You jump back a bit, trying your best to keep your heart rate from spiking so that you don't alert Miruko. She just recently got some heart rate monitors to try out and you know the moment it spikes, she'll make sure he's out of here.
"And?" you continue, running your hand over his chest, stopping at his heart to see if you can detect a change in his heartbeat. But you don't feel anything, he's completely serious.
"I want in," he states, that nervous demeanor he had nearly gone.
"Want in on what?"
"We both know what I'm talking about here," he responds.
"And what makes you so sure that I can help you with that?"
"A lot of heroes are trying to track him down, but they haven't been very successful," he answers.
"And you have?"
"Why do you think I'm here?" he asks, and you glance off to the side for a split second.
"I'm not a part of what he's doing. There's no guarantee that I can even get "you in"," you quote.
"But you know him. That has to be something, right?"
You frown. "Why would a top hero want in on something that's sole purpose is to expose corruption?"
"Because it's not at all what people think it is. I thought it would change after..." He trails off, pulling his fingers under his thumb to pop them. "But it's still the same shit."
You suddenly get off of him, and his face falls a bit as you start to leave. "Is that all you wanted?"
"Wait!" he says, standing quickly.
You turn around. "Is that all you wanted?"
"Yeah," he says after clearing his throat.
"I'll see what I can do." And then you make your leave.
~
You make your way inside your apartment, but after the conversation you had tonight, you can't really find it in you to go to sleep as soon as you get there. You get in the shower, and you lay in bed, mindlessly watching TV. It's a random show that you put on that you've never seen, but you're not really thinking about watching it.
You're scrolling on your phone, wondering if you'll see Shinsou tonight. You haven't seen him in a while since he's had to lay low because of a close call he had a couple of weeks ago. It's better to only have contact with him in person, so you can't even tell him about what happened at work.
You roll over on your side, and your eyelids start to feel heavy when you blink. Your eyes finally close after a while, your phone falling from your hand as you start to fall asleep when you hear something at your window. You don't move, the sound barely waking you up, but your eyes open when you hear footsteps.
You sit up, seeing Shinsou walking up the stairs, and you smile as he walks over to your side of the bed. You give him a sleepy smile as you fully sit up, and he returns it with soft smile of his own. He leans down, resting his hand on your neck before he kisses you softly.
"Hi, 'Toshi," you hum after he pulls away, and his smile widens at the sleep in your face and in your voice.
"Hey, baby," he whispers warmly. "Didn't mean to wake you."
You shake your head slowly, letting your head fall to the side a little when he continues to rub his thumb over your neck. "I just fell asleep, so you're fine." You yawn quietly, blinking the tears away from your eyes. "Are you supposed to be here?"
"I don't have much time, but I just wanted to see you. Let you know that I was okay," he answers. You hum as you close your eyes, your smile going as big as it can in your sleepy state.
"Well, thank you for coming."
"Of course. How was work?" Your smile falls at his question, and he frowns just a little bit at your reaction.
"Someone came to me looking for you," you tell him, and he takes a half step closer to you.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?" he asks, and even though his body doesn't show that he's angry, the change in his voice does.
"No," you answer with a shake of your head. "They know that we've been seeing each other, and they asked me if I could get them to you," you explain. "They want in."
"Who was it?" he questions quickly.
"Deku," you say with a laugh. "Can you believe that?"
"He wants in? What does that mean?"
"Beats me," you answer with a shrug. "I guess the corruption is too much for him. But he doesn't have to join you, he could literally just leave," you sigh, shaking your head as you roll your eyes. "I told him I'll see what I can do, but I said that I wasn't even a part of it, so there was really nothing I could do."
Shinsou sighs as he looks to the side, and he lets his hand fall from your neck before he steps back, turning around, running his hand through his hair. You frown as you watch him, and you move the blankets off of you so that you can stand. "What's wrong?" you ask, grabbing his wrist, and he turns back around to face you.
"I didn't mean to get you mixed up in all of this," he tells you softly. "I don't like knowing that there's a chance I'm putting you in danger."
"I can handle myself, and they seem to only approach me at work," you tell him.
"But if they know where you work, then there's a chance that they could know where you live," he emphasizes, and you didn't think about that since your brain is still tired.
"Oh, yeah. I didn't think about that," you say plainly, letting your shoulders drop. "So, I should probably be laying low too, then," you continue.
He sighs heavily as he nods. "I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean for you to wrapped up in all of this."
You shake your head. "Don't worry about it, 'Toshi. I kinda knew what I was getting into when I met you," you tease, pushing on his arm softly, and he finally smiles. "I'll call Miruko and tell her what's going on. She'll understand."
He nods, sighing again. "I should probably see if Deku's being legit."
"Well, be careful, okay?" You lean up to kiss him, and he easily meets you halfway.
"Of course."
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"Did we really have to meet here? It almost took me an hour to get to this place."
"I don't have any reason to trust you right now. You could just say I'm being cautious," Shinsou responds, crossing his arms over his chest.
They're nearly out in the middle of nowhere, and there's no reception here, so there's no way Deku can call for anyone just in case he's planning something else. But Shinsou knows him, so he already has plans in place in case things go south.
"We went to high school together. That has to count for something, right?" he laughs.
"Yeah, but there's a lot of years unaccounted for. That was a long time ago." Shinsou stops him before he can even speak again. "What are you really doing here? I don't appreciate you going to people that aren't involved," he says. "You come to me if you want to talk to me."
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, it won't happen again," Deku sighs, and Shinsou stays silent, wordlessly telling him that he can continue. "I got a lot of information that could be beneficial to you."
"I guarantee you that what you have I already have. And just because you give me information, doesn't mean that you're automatically a part of this."
"Who are you going after next, huh? Someone that's in the top ranking, right? I got everything that you could think of."
"Let's see it then," he sighs. "I guess some things don't change," he adds when he sees the notebooks that Deku pulls out.
"Well, you seem to be a wiz at technology. Anyone would be stupid to keep secrets on any piece of it." Deku hands it to him, and Shinsou makes sure to stay aware of his surroundings as he looks through them. He reads through most of it pretty quickly, already knowing about all of this stuff, but he slows when he sees stuff that he's never heard before. "Told you."
"How'd you get this?" Shinsou asks, reading through a couple of the pages.
"It's what happens when you're friends with these people. Alcohol makes people say anything around the people they trust." He flips through the notebooks a bit more before he closes them, looking back at Deku.
"And I'm just supposed to trust you just because you have all of this?"
"Listen, you're doing work that's needed, but it's not enough. All of this runs way deeper than you think," Deku argues. "And if you have someone on the inside, then you can get to the bottom of it."
"So, you think that once all of this goes away, everything will be the way you want it?"
"We have to at least try, right?" Shinsou chuckles softly, shaking his head.
"Don't you get it? None of this is going change anything," he says, shaking the notebooks in his hand. "Once you go on, there's a very big chance that all of this will start again."
"Then why are you doing it?" he counters quickly. "You're spending all of your time knocking all of these heroes down, and for what? What's your end goal?"
"I'm not gonna be here for much longer," Shinsou answers after he's silent for a while. "I'm just having fun at this point, but this is never gonna stop. I'm just doing what I can before I finally move on." He hands him back the notebooks. "I realized a long time ago that this is just an endless cycle. I've got a few more things I wanna say, and then I'm out of here."
"Then take me with you," Deku tries. "I'm on the same page. This is never going to change."
Shinsou squints at him, crossing his arms again. "I don't think it'll be that easy for you," he says honestly. "Even after what happened in high school, you still came back to all of this, and now you're a big part of it. It's gonna take more than giving me information for you to finally detach yourself from an impossible reality."
He doesn't respond, and Shinsou nods before taking a couple of steps back. "I'll let you think about this. You know where to find me."
Shinsou walks away, leaving Deku standing there holding onto every word he said.
~
Being trapped in your own apartment isn't so bad, but you sure are getting bored going between your bed and the rest of your apartment. You've been finding new shows to watch in between working on some more art pieces, but those don't really hold your attention for long.
You're laying on the floor, scrolling through your phone when you hear a familiar sound at your window. You smile as you sit up, already knowing who it is. You stand up to meet him halfway, and you practically fall into him, wrapping your arms around him. "I'm guessing this isn't going well," he laughs, and you groan before you move your head up to look at him, resting your chin on his chest.
"I'm so bored!" you sigh, whining as he picks you up and walks over to the couch. "I feel like I've done everything I can. Nothing is keeping my attention anymore," you say, and he smiles as he listens to you talk, getting comfortable on the couch.
"Well, I'll be staying here for a while, so hopefully that helps."
"Really?!"
"Yeah, if you don't mind," he says around a chuckle. "Things are getting kinda heated, so we're splitting up for now." You hug him tightly, your body relaxing as you sigh.
"Thank God. I really thought the boredom was gonna kill me." You kiss him softly, further relaxing into him as his hands rub over your back, finding their place on your ass. "Is it safe for you to stay here, though?" you ask.
"More or less," he answers with a shrug. "I've got your building secure, so I'll know if there's something wrong."
You nod before your eyes catch onto one of the paintings you made. "You know, I never got to thank you for all that art you got me a while ago," you say, and he smiles softly, rubbing his hands over your ass.
"Well, I'd say you thanked me pretty well after that aphrodisiac," he replies, and you hum, feeling his hands start to roll your hips against him. "I think you should thank me again after saving you from boredom," he adds quietly.
"Really?" you whisper, already moving in to kiss him again. He's quick to pick you up again, making his way to your bed. He carefully walks up the stairs as he gets rid of your clothes, and he softly places you on the bed before quickly removing his.
He hovers over you, setting his knees on either side of you. He kisses you softly, his fingers drift over your skin so lightly that it's almost ticklish. The sensation makes you arch into him, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
One of his hands continue to move down until it reaches your pussy, and you jump softly when you runs his fingers through your folds even though you were expecting it. He kisses down your face, planting kisses all over your neck as his thumb rubs over your clit.
One of your hands slides into his hair as you spread your legs, and you moan softly when he slides his fingers into you. He sucks at your tits, using his body to keep you from moving too much as he speeds up his fingers, curling them to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.
He lifts his head up when you tug on his hair, your toes curling as you feel that familiar feeling building up in your stomach. He smirks at you, moving up to kiss you sloppily, swirling his tongue around yours.
He pulls your lip softly with his teeth when he pulls away from the kiss, smiling after he lets it go. "You gonna cum, baby?" he asks you quietly against your lips like he doesn't already know.
His smile widens when you can't answer, rendered to moans as he nails both of your sensitive spots. "Toshi, Toshi--" you breathe, your chest stuttering every time you say his name.
One last gasp of his name is what he hears before you cum, your walls clenching around his fingers so hard that he can barely move them anymore. He follows you when you try to move away from the overstimulation, only giving you a breather when you whine his name.
You catch your breath before gently pulling him towards you so that you can kiss him. You rub your hands over his body as he grinds against you, and you buck your hips up into his touch. "You ready for me?"
You nod quickly, and he can feel you spread your legs. "Fuck me, 'Toshi, come on," you urge, and he chuckles softly before he lines himself up.
He lifts one of your legs by your knee as he slides in, and your mouth falls open as you get used to the stretch. You haven't felt this in a while, and feeling it now, you know that you've missed this. He moans as he feels you pulse around him, and he grabs your hands, lacing his fingers with yours as he bottoms out.
He moves your hands so that they're over your head, and he kisses you softly as he lets you get used to the stretch. "This is all pretty intimate, isn't it?" you whisper with a small smile.
"And what about it?" he responds with a smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hands.
"Feels like we're lovers or something," you comment, and he hums as he tilts his head to the side a bit.
"And we aren't?"
"You know what I mean," you say, trying your best jot to hold your breath as you wait for his response.
"What d'ya wanna hear?" he asks before he kisses you, and you don't get to respond because he quickly pulls out, thrusting into just as fast. "That I love fucking you?" He slams back into you again. "That I love coming to see you when I finally can?" Another thrust. "That it kills me when I can't see you?"
He keeps his eyes on yours as he speaks, and you try and fail to hold the eye contact. "That being with you has made me the happiest I've been in a long time? That I wanna be with you for the rest of my life?"
He speeds his hips up, and he knows that can't respond like you want to, and he smirks before his eyes roll when you squeeze around him as he nails your g-spot. "That I wanna be in this pussy forever?" Your nails dig into his hands as your moans get louder, and he can feel you getting closer.
"Fuck, you always feel so good," he groans, letting his head rest on yours as he feels his orgasm building up too. "C'mon, angel," he urges. "Want my baby to cum." He shifts his hips, nailing that spot inside you every time, and that knot snaps, tears spilling from your eyes when you screw them shut, your mouth open in a silent moan.
"Jesus," he slurs into your neck, groaning your name loudly as he cums soon after you do, slowing down his thrusts as he fills you up.
He lifts his head to kiss you once you both catch your breath, and he lets go of your hands so he can cup your face in his hands, kissing you firmer than before.
"How was that?" he jokes, and he smiles when you do, and your eyes slowly open to meet his.
"That sounded like a love confession if I'm not mistaken," you gush.
"Maybe I need to fuck you again so you know for sure." You laugh, wrapping you arms around his neck before kissing him again.
"I love you, 'Toshi," you whisper.
"I love you, too, angel."
You both stay like that for a moment, just appreciating each other's touch, and Shinsou carefully slides out of a while later, getting off the bed so that he can clean you up. You clench your teeth softly when he rubs the warm washcloth in between your legs, and he hangs it on the side of the laundry basket when he's done.
He slides into bed next to you, and both of you get under the covers as he pulls you towards him. You rest your head on his chest as he rubs over your body, occasionally letting his finger run down your side just to see you shiver.
"So, what happens now?" you ask softly, and you hear him sigh and his head moving softly across the pillow.
"I'm planning on leaving," he starts. "I'll drive myself crazy if I keep doing what I'm doing cause it'll never end." You listen to him intently, tracing his one of his tattoos on his arm with your finger. "There's still some people I wanna take down, though. But after that, I'm done."
You lift your head up, and he's quick to look at you. "So, where are we going?"
He gives you a soft smile, placing his hand on your face before rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "Anywhere you want," he says warmly.
"There are so many options!" you sigh quietly, looking to the ceiling as you go through places in your head.
"You serious about this?" he asks, and you look back at him.
"I honestly don't have any reason to stay here anymore," you sigh. "My dad is still here, and I've always wanted to get away from him as far as possible." You softly chew on your lip. "I guess I never left because I didn't want to break from the monotony of my life or because I was waiting for something to happen. I dunno.
"But you're here now, so I guess this could finally be the push I've been waiting for."
"I'm honored," he muses, and you roll your eyes as you smile, but you can't help but laugh.
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It's been a few weeks since Shinsou started staying at your place; he decided that if he was going to go out with a bang, then he should do it when everyone least expects it. He's got a few more things to put in place, but he's able to do all of that while laying low, so even though there could still be people looking for him, it's nowhere near as many as it was a while ago.
"You have to stay still, 'Toshi," you scold, looking past your canvas, and he groans as he rolls his shoulders.
"I don't know if you know this, but this position is fucking uncomfortable," he grunts with no heat behind it. "You couldn't have me lay down or something?"
"If you would stay still, then you wouldn't have to hold the position for so long," you say, and he sighs as he rolls his eyes before getting back into position. You're almost done, adding the last touches when there's a knock at your door. You and Shinsou both look at the door, but neither of you move.
"Are you expecting someone?" he asks quietly, and you shake your head as he carefully moves across your apartment. You stare at the door as you listen to Shinsou tapping at his laptop. "Do you know who this is?" he asks, and you quietly but quickly make your way over to him. He added a few cameras when he started staying here just for security, and the one on the door gives a clear view of who's in front of it.
"Oh, my God," you breathe when you see who it is.
"Angel, wait!" Shinsou says when you run to the door. You quickly unlock it, swinging it open, and you tackle the person with a hug.
"Mom!" you sigh, tears already forming in your eyes as she hugs you back. "What are you doing here?" you ask, not ready to let her go just yet.
"I just wanted to check on you. I was contacted by a Miruko?" she says, and you finally pull away. "She told me that I should probably check to make sure you were okay."
You let her in, closing the door behind you, and in your excitement, you forgot about Shinsou, but when you turn around, he's nowhere to be seen. You frown as you look around for any sign of him, but you quickly turn to your mom when she looks at you. "Is there anything big going on that I should know about?" she asks.
"No, of course not. I just needed to take a break from work, that's all."
"Your boss calls me to tell me to check on you because you took a break?" You can tell she doesn't buy it, and you honestly don't know what you could say. "Who is it?"
"Huh?" you respond suddenly, your eyes widening. "What are you talking about? It's just me."
Your mom rolls her eyes before she turns to face your empty apartment. "Please save my daughter from her horrible lying and come out, please," she says, and your eyes dart around quickly. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."
Shinsou suddenly peaks his head out from the loft. "Considering that her quirk has to do with poison, I am a little worried."
Your mom laughs. "Mine has nothing to do with that. I'm defenseless. I swear," your mom says, holding her hands up. Shinsou uses his bindings to jump down from the loft, and you roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn't use the stairs.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Shinsou says easily. "Sorry for all of that," he adds, waving his hand towards the loft.
"Considering your reaction, you must be doing something that you shouldn't," your mom discloses, and you and Shinsou tense for a split second before you sigh.
"Something like that?" he acknowledges with an uneasy chuckle. "I would never put her in danger, though. I'm doing everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen." Your mom just looks at him, and for the first time, it actually looks like Shinsou's nervous. Hell, you are too.
"You managed to get caught up with a vigilante?" your mom suddenly questions, and a million things run through your head as you try to figure out what to say.
"What makes you say that?" you try, but you know she's already figured the both of you out.
"Alright, when are you gonna drop this?" she scoffs with a smile, and you glance at Shinsou, who gives you a barely visible nod.
"Okay, fine," you sigh, your body drooping as you drop your head. "You figured it out." You look up to see a surprised look on her face which makes you frown. "What?"
"Who knew a wild guess could be true?"
"You were just guessing?!" you blurt, and it's not long until all of you are laughing. "Okay," you sigh, "you probably had a long trip, right? Do you want anything?"
"Just some water, please." You nod, leading her to the couch before you grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. You hand it to her before you sit next to her while Shinsou sits on one of the bar stools at the island.
You rest your weight on her, putting your head on her shoulder. "I missed you, Mom," you whisper.
"I missed you, too, sweetie," she responds, rubbing over your head. "I'm sorry I didn't see you sooner. It was hard to come back here after leaving."
"I get it."
"But, it wasn't okay," she states, and you sit up when she shifts, grabbing your hands. "I should've come back sooner, or done a better job at trying to take you with me. I was only thinking about myself, and allowed you to suffer at the hands that man for who knows how long."
Your smile is small as tears form in your eyes again. "But you're here, now. That's all that matters," you say. "And I haven't seen him in years. I guess he's too upset that I wasn't what he wanted me to be."
"I'm so glad you got out, and that you've had people that are taking care of you." Then she suddenly sharply turns to Shinsou. "And what are your intentions with my daughter?"
"E-Excuse me?" he stutters.
"Mom!" you exclaim, giving her a questioning look.
"You didn't think I would ask? His career isn't really something that comforts me." You sigh heavily, letting your head fall into your hands. She stands up, walking over to him as she puts her hands on her hips. "Well?"
"I can promise you now that I can take care of her," he declares. "I won't be doing this for much longer anyway, so you'll have nothing to worry about." You can't help but smile as you listen to him, and he looks at you for a brief second, returning your smile before he looks back at your mom. "I'm going to support and love her for as long as I live."
"And then what?" He raises his eyebrows, not following what she's saying. "What happens after you're done with all of this? Am I getting grandkids or what?"
"Good lord, Mother, please," you groan, but she doesn't take her attention off of Shinsou, and he releases an uneasy chuckle.
"We haven't really talked about that yet, um..." he tries.
"I'm not saying it's a must," she emphasizes. "I just want to make sure there are plans in place."
"I can assure you that there are plans. I plan for everything," Shinsou assures. "I will never let anything happen to her."
"I'm holding you to that," she declares. "You won't be able to escape if I find out something did happen."
"I can't say that I'm surprised, but you won't be doing any of that," he repeats, and he has no problem telling her over and over again.
"Okay, Mom, you can chill with the interrogation," you say, walking up to her and putting your hands on her shoulders. "How many times does he have to repeat himself?"
"I'm just being precautious while he's still involved with dangerous things." You roll your eyes, knowing that there's really nothing either of you can say to placate her worries. She presses some more questions out of Shinsou, but he's eager to answer them, and you just sit back and watch them. It sort of puts you at ease, knowing that you have people that do care about you.
Your childhood was rough, and you know for a fact that if you could go in time, you would tell your past self that it does get better, and that you're going to meet one of the best people you've ever met. You'd go back in time and tell her that everything is going to be okay, and that she was a fighter, that her mother never stopped thinking about her.
Your mother stays for the rest of the day, and you soak in every moment that you have with her and Shinsou that entire day.
~
"Hey, I was thinking of some new recipes I found for dinner. Pick which one you want," you tell him, having the recipes splayed out on the island. You hear him walk up behind you, but before you can turn around, he's wrapping his arms around you, looking at the recipes over your shoulder.
He glues himself to your back, humming softly as he looks over the recipes. "That one looks good," he says, pointing to the one he's talking about.
"Are you hungry now? I can start on it if you are," you ask, grabbing the recipe, but he doesn't let you move.
"Not really," he answers, his lips hovering over your neck. "But I wouldn't mind having a snack," he adds before he softly kisses your neck as his hands rub over your body.
"Toshi, c'mon," you giggle, but you make no move to stop him.
Suddenly, there's a hard banging on your door that scares the shit out of you, and Shinsou instantly turns around, standing in between you and the door. "I know you're here! Open up!" You tense so hard it hurts when that voice hits your ears. When it looks like he might move, you stop him softly with a hand on his arm.
"Do you know who's out there?" He turns to ask you, and you can only give him a silent confirmation in the form of a nod. They bang against the door again, and you try your hardest not to flinch. You step around Shinsou so you can make your way to the door, and you take a few seconds to calm yourself before you open it.
You don't open it all the way, stopping the door with your body when your father tries to forcefully enter his way in. "What the hell do you want?"
"I am your father, you don't--"
"You are nothing to me," you respond sternly. "How in the hell did you find me?" You never thought you'd see him again. Once you declared that you didn't want to be a hero, that you weren't going to allow him to control your life anymore, he disowned you. When you were old enough to finally leave, you did because he didn't care for you anymore. Honestly, you don't think he loved you at all like a father should; he just wanted you to be something he couldn't.
"Who have you been hanging out with?!" he demands, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't bullshit me! I know you've been around that vigilante!" This time you really frown at him. How in the fuck does he know that? You obviously don't look at Shinsou because that would definitely raise suspicion, and you don't know what your father would do.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you try, and he slams his hand against the door when you try to close it.
"I know you're lying to me. You've always been bad at that." He only thinks that because he was always been forceful when it came to getting your true opinion about things.
"Are you stalking me?" you question, and if you were younger, you wouldn't catch it, but you seem him hesitate for a split second. "Why? I thought you were done with me, huh? You wanted me to get outta your sight for being such a disappointment and a mistake." You quote his words back to him, but of course, he barely shows a reaction.
"You are making me look bad," he tries, and that makes you roll your eyes.
"As far as I know, no one knows about me because you were so disgusted that I wasn't what you wanted me to be. So I am very convinced that your statement is far from the truth."
"Don't change the subject." You wonder if he can hear how ridiculous he sounds over his ego. "And where you're working now? Your mother would be so disappointed in you."
"Don't you talk about my mother that way!" you scream, pointing at him. "She was the only person that loved me in that fucking horrible household! She's the only reason I'm still fucking here! She would be glad that I'm away from you!" He tries to speak, but you refuse to let him get a word in now. "You are the worst person in the world, and an even worst father and husband! And I will make sure one day that everyone knows about it, and you will be even further from being in the top ten!
"But it's not like you'll need my help anyway because you're such a sorry pro-hero!" That seems to really set him off because he's slamming the door open, knocking you back. He keeps moving until he pins you against the counter as fear rises in your throat, and you suddenly feel like a child again, completely helpless against him.
You try to fight him off of you as the counter continues to dig into your back, and you close your eyes as you find yourself at a loss of what to do. Your eyes shoot open when his grip starts to loosen, and you see Shinsou holding him in a chokehold with a cloth over his face. Your father's eyes are frantic as he tries to fight whoever is holding him, but his movements start to slow as his eyes fall closed.
When he stops moving, Shinsou lets him fall to the ground at the same time you sink to the ground, sobs leaving your chest as you start to take in what just happened. Shinsou's with you in a second, holding you in his arms as you let it all out. Your eyes are screwed shut as you try not to let yourself go down that horrible memory lane.
"Just focus on my voice, okay? He's not gonna hurt you anymore." He keeps talking to you, which helps especially since you couldn't think of anything else to focus on. He eventually picks you up once you calm down a bit, and he carries you to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap.
You rest your face in his neck, taking a final breath that really expands your lungs to really calm yourself. "What did you do to him?" you ask, sighing at the motion of him rubbing over your back.
"I just knocked him out with some dust I got from a friend. He won't remember much when he wakes up," he tells you. "Didn't know if I had your permission to kill him." He smiles when he hears you laugh before you sniffle. You lift your head up so that you can kiss him.
"Sorry, you had to see me like that, but thank you for calming me down."
"Don't apologize for anything," he says. "He's a piece of shit, and I'm so sorry you had to go through that." He rubs his finger up and down across your cheek. "You never have to apologize for something like that. Okay?" You nod, giving him another hug as you take another deep breath.
Shinsou sits with you a little bit longer until he mentions that you should probably get your father out before he wakes up. Since it's pretty late at night, you're able to walk out of your apartment as Shinsou carries your father over his shoulder out of the building. Just as you thought, when you walk out, there's a car sitting behind the building. The driver side door opens, and you speak up before the man can say anything once he gets out.
"Tell him that if he shows his face here again, he won't walk out." Shinsou has everything covered, so the man definitely won't be able to identify him, and he nearly throws your father into the man, and he almost falls as he tries to catch him. You don't want to be near him any longer, so you quickly turn around to walk back into your apartment.
"I can't stay here anymore." It's the first thing you say once Shinsou closes the door to your apartment. "He's just gonna keep coming back or send people to stalk me," you continue. "He'll definitely put things together if he sees you."
"Don't panic, okay?" Shinsou tells you, stepping into your space and resting his hands on your neck, letting his thumbs rub over your face. "You can just stay with me until he dies down. I don't mind. Things have pretty much settled, so everyone's heading back to our home base, but I just wanted to stay with you."
He smiles when you do, and you sniffle again as you rub your hand over your head. "I don't think I have a choice," you sigh. "I just have to talk to my boss."
~
"You don't have to say anything."
You blink in surprise. You told Miruko you had something to talk to her about, so she lead you into her office. Once you closed the door and tried to explain your situation, she spoke before you could. "Excuse me?"
"Did you forget that I've known you since you left that piece of shit?" Her words cause you think about your past self, and you push past it for now. "I'm guessing he showed his face? That's why you're here."
"Yeah," you whisper.
"And I know you've got someone now, so don't worry about anything here. Just worry about yourself." You can't help but smile at her words, and she copies it as she walks toward you. "I'd kill that man for you in heartbeat, you know that?" She hugs you as you laugh, and you nod against her. She pulls away, holding your face in her hands. "God, he really got you this time, didn't he?"
You nod again, deciding not to say anything, but thanks to Shinsou, you've already let out your emotions. Before, when your father was still finding you, you'd hold it in until Miruko called you into her office, and you'd finally break. She hated seeing you like that, and she's glad that she hasn't seen you like that in a while.
"If you need anything, you call me, okay?" You nod again, giving her another hug before you make your way out. You had already met up your friend, telling her about everything that had happened, and she was just as supportive, only telling you that she wishes she could go with you.
You're about to walk out the back door, feeling a weird sense of calmness despite the events that have occurred the last couple of days. You can feel a bit of nostalgia tied in with it, and you know it's from the fact that you may never step foot in this building again. You won't see Miruko or your best friend for the foreseeable future, but you know they only want the best for you, and that's enough to make you feel better about how the situation with your dad came to this.
You stop when you see your friend, giving her one last tight hug with the promise that you will contact her as soon as it's safe. Having that conversation with her did make you shed some tears, but she's making you smile nonetheless, and you know you wouldn't have even made it this far without her and Miruko.
You finally make it outside, taking a deep breath when the air hits your skin. Shindou's standing right beside the door when you walk out, and you battle in your head whether or not you should say something.
"You're not coming back, are you?" he asks quietly. You stop, slowly turning to look at him, and the low volume of his voice makes you realize how quiet it is.
"Yeah," you sigh softly. "Some shit came up. It's not safe here for me anymore." The plain look on his face disappears as his brows crease to hover closer to his eyes.
"He found you?"
You nod, knowing who he's referring to. "I don't know if I'll be back, but I hope--" You cut yourself off when he steps closer to you, and you almost back away.
"Is he treating you good?" he asks you suddenly, but there's no jealousy in his voice, only lovingness with a hint of concern.
You give him a small smile as you nod. "Yeah. I love him," you tell him honestly, and you can see something that looks like regret flash in his eyes, but you can barely catch it; the look is gone by the time he blinks.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted during our relationship." You hesitate to respond for a split second, not sure if you want to go down this path.
"Thank you for saying that," you eventually say.
"I mean it. And I've really messed things up, and I hate that this is the last thing that I'm telling you." You just listen to him talk, not sure if this is something you need to respond to. "But, I'm glad that you're happy, and that's all I want for you. I just regret that I'm not the man to do that for you." It looks like there's more he wants to say, but you know that you don't have much time left.
If there was something else he wanted to say, he drops it, instead saying, "Is it okay if I hug you?"
There's no way that you can say no. Even though you don't feel for him the way you feel for Hitoshi, he was someone who was with you through the hard times as well even though for some parts of it, he wasn't making it any easier.
He hugs you tighter than you expect, and he knows that this is the last time in his life he'll get to hold you like this. He sighs heavily before he pulls away, giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head before he finally lets you go, taking a step back.
"Goodbye, y/n."
"Goodbye, Yo."
You don't give him another look, turning away slowly before you head down the street. You know his eyes are still on you until you're out of sight, and if you're being honest, you needed that conversation more than you thought. Your relationship with Shindou was one that wasn't built on the best foundation, and it hurt when it finally crumbled and fell.
Talking to him for the last time gave you the last bit of closure that you didn't know you needed, and you walk back home in a lighter mood than before.
You pack up your stuff when you finally get back, waiting for Shinsou to let you know when he was outside. You take one last look around your apartment, making sure you have everything before you make your way out the back of the building. You see a car when you walk out, and he rolls the window down once you come into view. He helps you put your stuff in the car, and then you're driving away.
It's dark outside, and you stay quiet for most of the ride as you look out the window. And it's not because you're feeling bad or anything, it's just that you can't believe it's come to this. You honestly never expected your dad to talk to you let alone find out where you live and where you're working. You think it's because you've been around Shinsou. Your dad must have suspicions about who this vigilante is, but that means that there could be an actual investigative case about Shinsou.
You don't think he's working alone because some of the stuff he's done, you know he wouldn't have done without help, but he hasn't mentioned anyone else. All you really know is that he's the ringleader in everything that's going on. You don't know how long you've been driving, but you're going further away from the city.
There's music softly playing from the speakers of his car, but you're not really paying attention to it. Everything was going so well, and you never expected your father to show his face, especially after that last conversation you had with him. He told you that he never wanted to see you again, and for once, that was the only thing that you had agreed on.
Your mood has definitely soured, and you feel Shinsou's hand on your thigh. He grabs your hand shortly after, giving you a kiss on the back of your hand, and you softly smile at him. You focus on the feeling of his hand for the rest of ride, trying your best to not let the recent events cloud your head too much.
He eventually slows down, turning down a dirt path that you could barely see. The sound of the car driving over the rocks fills in the noise over the music, and you look around through your window even though it's pitch black outside. You can see something coming up in the distance, and you squint as you get closer to it, your eyes honing in on a house that looks like it hasn't been touched in years.
"Please don't tell me this is where you've set up shop," you mumble, and you hear him laugh as he pulls up next to the house.
"Of course not. We all have taste," he responds, and he slows the car down in front of what looks like the start of a forest. He reaches into the console, pressing a button, and you jump when you hear something moving. You look ahead to see the trees in front of you moving, the path that looked like a dead-end now clear.
He drives forward, going through the clearing, and once he gets through, he puts the car in park before getting out. You watch as he starts to cover up the tire tracks, throwing down some downed branches just to be on the safe side before he gets back in the car. He pushes the button again, and you watch as the path disappears again.
He continues to drive, and you see another house coming up, but this one is much bigger than the one that you passed. "There's no way no one hasn't seen this, even with the trees," you comment as he pulls into the garage.
"We have some cloaking tech as well that we added just to be on the safe side," he tells you as he turns the car off. You get out, and he grabs the bags that you're going to need, deciding to worry about the other stuff later, which you don't mind. There's no lights on anywhere, not even on the outside of the house, so he holds your hand as he guides you through the dark.
You reach a wall, and you can barely see him put his hand up. You jump when you hear an automated voice say his name, and then the wall is opening. He doesn't immediately walk inside though, stepping to the side and turning to you. He pushes something on the wall where we placed his hand, and then he lifts your hand, placing it where his once was.
"Now, you're in the system," he tells you easily before he leads you into the house. The door closes behind you, and you're still in the dark, but suddenly the lights turn on. You squint quickly, your eyes taking a while to adjust to the light, and when they finally do, they widen as you take everything in.
"Oh, my God," you breathe. "This is amazing."
He chuckles. "It isn't all that." He pulls you through the house, and right now, it's just an open space, but you're still surprised nonetheless. He tells you that this room is like an additional security measure, and you find that the actual part of the house where he lives is through another wall, but this time it's more intricate to get into. Everything that you would need to get in, he makes sure that you have in, setting you up in the system until you're finally seeing what the inside actually looks like.
The first floor seems like it's five times the size of your apartment, and your eyes are wide as you take it all in. There's basic things on the first floor, like the living room, kitchen, and a gym that looks way better than anyone you've seen at the public ones. You follow him up the stairs, which has more rooms, but you decide to explore those later as sleep starts to call your name.
He takes you to his room at the end of the hall, and the bedroom alone seems to be bigger than your apartment. He carefully sets your bags down by the bed, and you admire the bed. "It looks so comfortable," you sigh. "But I wanna get in the shower first."
He leads you to the bathroom, and even though you expected it to be big, you're still surprised when you finally walk in. He turns the shower on, and he undresses you, putting your hair up and in a shower cap before gently pushing into the shower. You groan softly as the water hits your skin, and you turn around, letting the water hit all of you. You hear the door open and close again, and you wipe the water out of your eyes as you turn around.
Shinsou tenderly grabs your face in his hands, giving you a soft kiss. "You okay?" he asks you quietly. "I know these past couple of days have been pretty hectic."
You respond with a small nod. "I'll be okay eventually. I think seeing my mom and then that whole thing with my dad just kinda through me for a loop."
"Have you talked to her yet?" he asks and you shake your head.
"Not yet. But, I will first thing tomorrow."
You told your mom everything that's been going on with you starting with what happened after she left. You told her how you got your job now, and that Miruko has been taking care of you ever since she found you. You want to tell her about the situation with your dad as soon as possible since you don't want her getting worried if you don't contact her.
Shinsou carefully washes your body, planting your face and neck with kisses every now and then before he showers himself. He dries you off when you're done, but not without some lingering touches that has you staring him down. He wraps your hair up before laying you on the bed and rubbing lotion into your skin, and once he's done with himself, he turns off the light, joining you in the massive bed
He's in your space as soon as he gets comfortable, and you curl into him as he wraps his arm around you. "Thank you for all of this," you whisper, your eyelids starting to feel heavy. "I love you."
"I love you, too, baby," he whispers back. "Sleep tight."
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When you wake up, you know that you're alone. You roll over, confirming it with your eyes once they open, and you stretch before you sit up. You see one of Shinsou's sweatshirts on the bed, and you put it on before you get out of bed. You walk into the bathroom to brush your face and do your skin routine before you make your way out of the room. You can hear music coming from downstairs, so you follow it, crossing your arms as you get to the bottom of the stairs.
The music's coming from the kitchen, and you walk in to see Shinsou at the stove. He catches you walking up to him from the corner of his eye, doing a double take before smiling at you. He leans away from the stove to kiss you. "Good afternoon, baby."
"It's the afternoon?!" you exclaim softly, and you look around for a clock, seeing that it's a little past one o'clock.
"Yeah, you were sleeping like the dead," he teases and you yawn again.
"I guess I really needed that sleep." He chuckles softly, and you stand next to him, leaning on him as you watch him cook. When he's done, you both sit at the island to eat, staying silent as you do. The silence isn't awkward, and with Shinsou next to you, it's more than welcomed.
"You ready to meet everybody?" he asks once you're done eating, and he takes the dishes to the sink to wash them.
"Are they gonna welcome me?" you say around an uneasy chuckle.
"Of course. They're chill people," he answers. "Well, except for one, but he's always been like that."
You nod at his words even though he can't see you, and he dries his hands once he's done with the dishes. He walks back over to you, grabbing your hand to gently pull you out of your seat. "Don't worry too much. You'll be fine," he reassures, and you wordlessly follow him out of the kitchen.
He walks down a hallway until he reaches a door, scanning his hand on the hidden panel so that the door can open. You follow him down the stairs as the door closes behind you, and when you can hear voices, you start to get a little nervous.
"Took you long enough," you hear once you reach the bottom, and you walk into an open room.
"It's not like we're doing anything urgent today anyway," Shinsou counters as you look around the room. There's a bunch of screens on one side of the wall, and there's a table in the middle of the room with a holographic map of the city. The other side of the room as computers with a bunch of stuff on the screen that you don't really try to read right now. Your eyes scan through the faces that are in the room next, and they're all looking at you, but you don't know what to say.
"I never thought you would introduce us to the girl that makes you go MIA for days," one of them suddenly says, and she stands up, walking over to you. "I'm Mina."
"Nice to meet you," you say quietly, shaking her hand.
"This is Bakugou, Sero, Denki, and Kirishima," she introduces quickly after, and they all give you either a wave or a nod of their head except for Bakugou. You assume that's who Shinsou was referring to earlier.
"Nice to meet you guys." Everyone goes back to their conversations shortly after, and you sigh internally in relief since you were worried it was going to get awkward.
"Relax, we're not gonna hurt you," Mina laughs, guiding you towards a small table at the side of the room. Shinsou focuses his attention on one of the screens at the other side of the room as Mina continues to talk to you. "So, what brings you here?"
"Some family stuff," you answer. "My dad is currently looking for me, which is not a good thing," you laugh bitterly.
"Is he a hero?"
You nod, taking a few seconds before you say his name. "He's Envenom."
"Your dad is Envenom?!" you hear someone yell, and you jump softly as you try to figure out who just yelled. You assume it's Kirishima because he's walking over to you. "Does your quirk have something to do with venom then?"
"Kinda. I mostly use it for healing though since that's my mom quirk. The only way I can use my poison is if I really hate the person," you huff.
"A healing quirk?" Denki speaks up, walking over to you as well. "I got this nasty gash while training, and it hurts like a bitch," he groans, and he lifts up his sleeve to show you.
You grimace a bit. What kind of training do they do here?
You hold your hand out, telling him to come closer, and he holds his arm out to you. You spread the substance from your fingers over the gash. "It won't heal overnight, but it'll speed up the process. And it shouldn't hurt as much now."
"It's like it never happened," he laughs, shaking his arm and you can't help but smile as you watch him.
You see Bakugou stand up suddenly and walk over to Shinsou. "Her dad's one of the top pro-heroes, and you brought her here?" Even though he's whispering, you can hear him loud and clear, and you shrink into yourself a bit.
"Relax, Bakugou. He's a piece of shit. He won't come anywhere near here," you hear Shinsou respond, and you don't hear the rest of the conversation because Mina catches you attention again.
"So, you have some bad beef with your dad or something?" she asks, and now that everyone's attention is on you, you feel nervous to answer.
"He wanted me to be the best hero because he couldn't," you say, giving the bare minimum, but everyone seems to understand. "He didn't treat me or my mom good, and we both left as soon as we could." You look down at your hands, taking a deep breath as you try not to let the bad memories flood in. "I haven't seen him in years, and he showed at my apartment two days ago. I don't really know what he wants from me."
Mina rubs over your back, and you look up to see Bakugou looking at you, but once you meet his eyes, he looks away, busying himself with something else. "I'm glad that you got out," Sero says, and you give him a small smile as you focus on the people next to you.
"We can take him down if you want. I'm itching to be out there again anyway," Denki sighs.
"Maybe, I'll take you up on that one day," you say around a smile.
Shinsou interrupts the conversation a little while later, wanting to start talking about the plans that they have before they're finally done. You stay in your seat, going back and forth between listening and zoning out. There's still a part of you that has anxiety about your dad and if he's actually been following you.
You feel like there's no reason for him to be doing any of this, but maybe he just can't get over his ego. You were able to contact to your mother and tell her everything that's happened. You reassured her that you were okay, but you told her that you probably wouldn't be able to contact her as much just to be on the safe side. You know that your dad wouldn't try to track her down, but you don't know how confident you can be on that anymore.
There's a deck of cards on the table, so you busy yourself with that as they talk. You're half listening to what they're saying, starting to go into your own world, and you don't even realize that they're done until you see Shinsou come up to you out of the corner of your eye.
"You didn't have to stay, y'know?" he says, and you collect all of the cards.
"I just didn't feel like getting up," you muse, putting the cards back before you stand up. Before Shinsou can say anything, Mina's speeding by and pulling you away.
"It's so nice to have another girl here. There's so much I can finally talk about that someone will actually care about!" she says quickly before she pulls you up the stairs, and Shinsou laughs as he watches you go.
~
Shinsou's already moved all of your stuff into the house. Apparently, everyone has their own part of the house, which explains why you never seen anyone moving about. Shinsou moved all of your art stuff into one of the empty rooms that was on the hall, and you spend most of your time here when everyone's out doing what they need to scope out who their next target it.
You're sitting on the stool in your art room in front of one of the paintings you were working on before you left your apartment. You don't really have an end goal to the painting, you just started it because you needed something to do to cure your boredom. Your mind isn't really empty like it usually is, and you just have so many thoughts running through your head that you're close to just finding something else to do.
You sigh, putting the paintbrush down with the intention of finding something else to do. You jump when someone clears their throat, and you look to your left to see Bakugou standing in the doorway. "You mind if I come in?" he asks quietly, and you shake your head as you shrug.
"Come to tell me that Shinsou shouldn't have brought me here," you say, half-joking. His steps falter a bit, and he looks at a loss for words. "I'm just joking, Bakugou," you laugh. "I don't blame you for being skeptical of me, but I'm gonna be honest, I don't know if my dad is still after me or not. And if there's a chance that he does find this place, I take full responsibility."
He nods carefully, taking some time before he speaks. "Do you have any idea what he'd do if he found you here?" he asks, and you shake your head.
"I have no clue. I seriously thought he was done with me, so I don't get his deal. Maybe it's his ego or something."
"There's a chance that could be the reason. That seems to be one of the things those top heroes have in common," he says. "Having big fucking egos and being too cocky." You laugh softly, glancing at your painting as silence fills the room again. "You talked to, uh," he starts, and you look at him. "You talked to Izuku, right?"
You frown, looking around as you think before putting your eyes on him. "Deku?"
"Yeah, yeah. You saw him, right?"
You nod. "We talked after he came to my job. Shinsou didn't tell you?"
Bakugou sighs. "He did, but he's always been very vague sometimes," he answers, and you just stare at him. He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest. "What?"
"You wanna know how he's doing, don't you?" You smirk as Bakugou scoffs, trying to find somewhere else in the room to look. You stand up, walking up to him, and he takes a while to meet your eyes. "He's frustrated. Apparently, he really wants to remedy all of the corruption, but I think he knows that even if he does that now, it won't stop."
"He's always been stubborn like that," he whispers after he huffs.
"I can't really give you anything else. Our conversation was pretty short."
"Did--Did he ask about me?" he asks cautiously, and you try to figure out how to answer without hurting his feelings too bad.
"I'm not sure if he knows that any of you are a part of this," you say. "I think a lot of people suspect that Shinsou's not working alone, but no one has a clue who you guys could be." Bakugou stays silent as he nods. "Also, I told him that I wasn't a part of this, so even if he did ask about you, I wouldn't even know who you are."
Shinsou told you about how him and everyone got in this place at first. They all went to high school together, but only a few of them chose this path. Bakugou was actually the last person to join, which was unexpected for you to hear. No one tried to convince any of their friends that chose the pro-hero path to join them, knowing that it was their choice to go that route.
After what happened in high school, a lot of them decided that hero work wasn't for them, and as they got older, they only realized how bad it was on the inside. One by one everyone started to join, and they've been running together ever since.
"It's just--we've been doing this for years, and now he decides that he wants in?" Bakugou sighs.
"Well, you did say that he's pretty stubborn," you say. "So, he's probably been trying to fix this for a while, but he didn't want to believe that he couldn't stop all of this." You sit back down on the stool.
"I don't even know if we can trust him. What if it's all just an act?" he voices aloud.
"Do you think he's capable of doing something like that to you guys?"
"Who knows? It's been years since we've all seen each other. A lot has happened." You don't respond, and Bakugou eventually sighs, shaking his head. "Sorry, for talking your ear off. I bet you didn't want me to bother you with all of this."
"Don't worry about it, Bakugou," you say softly after you laugh. "I'm always here if you need someone to talk to."
~
"Where are you taking me?" you question, waving your hands out in front of you.
"It's a surprise, baby. Just be patient," Shinsou laughs.
You've been at Shinsou's house for a few months now, and you've settled in nicely with everyone. You hang out with them for most of the day, playing games or just having conversations that go late into the night. They've already been on two big missions, and you've been there anxiously waiting for them to come back.
Thankfully, they've all come back, but not without some injuries. You do your best to heal them as much as you can, knowing a bit about suture techniques thanks to your mom, but you're definitely nowhere near a doctor. They have one last mission before they finally call it, and you can tell that it's got everyone on edge. The atmosphere has definitely changed. It's nothing major, but you can tell that everyone, yourself included, are counting down the days until it happens.
"I'm blindfolded, Toshi. Can you blame me for being impatient?"
You were packing up your stuff, getting ready to head out once they finally completed their final mission. They're able to do it from the hideout, so while they were putting in the last touches, you started to get everything together. Once you got the majority of it, you helped Shinsou pack the car. When he was done, he turned to you, suddenly putting something around your head so that it covers your eyes.
He guided you back into the house, and know you have no idea where you are. You hear a door open, and the chill air from outside hits your skin, making you shiver a bit. He stops you from walking with his hands on your shoulders, and you can hear him take a couple of steps away from you. "Okay, take it off."
You quickly untie the fabric, and you blink rapidly. Your eyes widen when you see what's in front of you as your mouth drops open. "What is all of this?" you ask. He's led you to the roof, where he has a blanket and candles set up. You walk over to it, and he's quick to follow, guiding you to sit down.
He sighs softly as he gets comfortable. "Well, we've been together for some time now," he starts, and you can tell that he's nervous. "Over a year now, which is crazy to me," he huffs, like he can't believe it, and hell, you can't really believe it either. "I just wanted to do something to celebrate that, and I thought you'd like the stars too."
You look up at the sky, not even realizing that you can see what seems like a million stars. You gasp as you look across the dark sky, and you hear him shift next to you, so you look back at him. Your eyes widen again when you see a small box in his hand, and you scoot a bit closer to him.
"Please don't tell me that's what I think it is."
He laughs, letting his head fall for a second before he shakes it. "No, it's not. I'd choose a much better setup when I propose to you." Your heart swells at his words, choosing to stay silent. He opens the box, revealing a gold ring. He takes it out, holding it up to you as he sets the box aside. "This is a promise that I'll keep you safe for the rest of our lives. That I'll always find you no matter what situations come at us in the future."
You look at the ring, dipping your head a bit to see that the inside is engraved. He shifts it, so that you can see the words in the moon and candlelight.
I'll always find you, and I'll always love you
"Toshi," you breathe after you read it, and he grabs your hand, sliding it onto your finger. You rub your finger over it as you admire it. You surge forward to kiss him, knocking him back. He catches himself quickly, holding you in his arms as he lays back against the blanket. "I love you."
"I love you, too, baby." You look at it again, giggling softly against your will, and he smiles as he watches you.
"Hey--"
He's cut off by a sudden explosion that has the both of you jumping up in an instant. You hear loud alarms going off, and the both of you are quick to stand up. Before you can even process what's happening, there's a helicopter flying over the house, and something falls from it.
Shinsou suddenly grabs you, jumping to the side. "Cover your ears!" You do it quickly, and even with your hands cupped tightly over your ears, you still hear the loud explosion as you hit the ground. Everything is spinning, and then you suddenly feel weightless. You scream as you fall through the roof, keeping your eyes closed and ears covered as Shinsou keeps you in his hold.
When it finally seems like your stomach settles, you look around, and the moment you take your hands off of your ears, the blaring of the alarms are nearly deafening. You try to move, but it hurts to move, and you look under to see Shinsou laying there. "Toshi!" you gasp. You wince as you move off of him, sitting up on your knees. "Toshi, baby, wake up!" you yell, shaking him. You lean forward with your hand on his chest, and you nearly cry when you feel he's still breathing.
You jump back when he gasps, sitting up quickly. He looks around, groaning loudly, and then he suddenly turns his attention to you. "I knew this was fucking trouble," he groans, and he reaches for your necklace, snatching it from your neck.
"Shinsou, my mom gave that to me!" you yell, and he throws it on the ground, taking a brick from the rubble and smashing it. You scream, about to yell at him again, but then he picks something up. Your body runs cold when you see what it is. "Oh, my God." You hold your hand over your neck. "My dad said that my mom left that when she left." It finally hits you. "This is all my fault."
Shinsou grimaces as he stands up, grabbing your hand to pull you up. "Focus, baby. We gotta get outta here." You let him lead the way through the rubble, and you hear more explosion throughout. It doesn't even look close to the house that you've been in for the last few months.
He takes a back way to where the car is, and you try to move as fast as you can, but once you get to the car, you hear something crackling. "Shinsou, you gotta get down here!" It's Denki, and it's coming from the radio that's attached to his hip. "Mina doesn't have time to send the files!"
Shinsou swears loudly. If they don't get those files out, then all of this was for nothing. "I'm on my way," he says back before throwing the radio on the ground.
"I'm going with you."
"Absolutely not," he states. He winces as he takes the keys out of his pocket, putting them into your hand. "You get into the car, and you drive as far as you can without stopping. Do not look back."
"Hitoshi, I am not leaving you!"
"Yes! Yes, you are! I promised you and your mom that I would keep you safe!" You still haven't let go of him, and you don't know if you have it in you. He moves forward suddenly, giving you a long kiss that nearly takes your breath away. "I love you."
"That sounds a lot like a "goodbye" I love you," you tell him.
"I'll always find you." He starts to leave, making sure that you don't follow him.
"Toshi, don't leave me," you say, tears forming in your eyes. "Toshi!" He doesn't stop, and you nearly scream in frustration as you watch him leave. "I love you!"
He finally turns around, giving you a big smile, and you watch him go for a little bit longer until you hear another explosion. You quickly get into the car as you sob, barely being able to see due to your tears blurring your vision. You keep driving until you get to the road, and you follow his instructions and keep driving. You can see the house in the distance, up in flames, and you will yourself to keep driving.
Immediately, there's a big explosion, way bigger than the ones before that makes the house exploded. You quickly stop the car, getting out as you scream Hitoshi's name. You cry louder and harder than before, but you suddenly hear something coming up the road. You're quick to get back in the car, speeding off, but there's no way you stop crying.
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You make it to a motel once the gas tank is nearly empty. You slowly pull into a parking spot, and you turn the car off, the silence so loud that you can hear your ears ringing. You cry again when your eyes land on the ring on your finger, and your chest heaves before you scream as loud as you can.
You sit in the car crying until your head is pounding, and you find one of Shinsou's sweatshirts on the passenger seat. You grab it before getting out of the car, and you slowly make your way inside. The person at the check-in desk looks completely bored, which you don't blame them since it's around three in the morning, and there's no one out right now.
When you walk up to the desk, their tired eyes widen a bit in surprise as they take you in. You didn't even think about what you probably look like; covered in dust and probably with bruises and cuts, and to top it all off, there's dried and wet tear tracks on your face.
"I, uh, need a room for a couple of days," you whisper, and you rest your hands on the counter as the events hit you again.
"Is it just you?" they ask, and you look at your hand again, your lip trembling as you run your finger over the ring once again.
"My, um--" You take a deep breath, wiping the tears that fall. "My boyfriend is coming soon." Even though you saw the house explode, you still don't believe that he's dead. He wouldn't lie to you. "So, could you just give him a key when he gets here?"
"Y-Yeah, of course," they answer, nodding their head. They check you in, telling you to worry about paying later, and you thank them softly, taking the key and walking to your room.
You get in the shower as soon as you lock the door, wincing when the hot water hits all of the cuts on your body. You can't even look at yourself in the mirror when you get out, drying off before healing yourself up. You put a tank top and some shorts once you think you got everything, and you're glad that you didn't break anything.
You grab Shinsou's sweatshirt, putting it on before you get into bed. You roll over to look out of the window, and you cry again until you fall asleep.
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For the past couple of days, you've woken up with a headache and terribly swollen eyes. You haven't left the room, only leaving the bed to go to the bathroom. You haven't eaten, but there isn't any part of you that's telling you that you're hungry. You've been staring out the window, watching the animals move the only thing that can keep you from crying until you start to think too much.
Every now and then you take a deep breath of the sweatshirt, as that's the only thing that smells like him that you have. You tried to watch TV, but the first thing that came on was the news reporting about the house explosion. You immediately turned it off as you felt that lump in your throat appear again.
By the time a week has passed, you don't feel any better, but your body is screaming for some food. You forced yourself to eat some snacks, but it definitely wasn't enough. It takes a long time for you to get out of bed, but when you finally do, you make your way to the lobby to eat breakfast. You end up eating a lot, which isn't unexpected since you haven't had any real food in days.
You finish eating quickly since they have the news playing in the lobby, and you can't stand to listen to it anymore. You move the ring across your fingers as you walk back to your room, and you try your best not to cry again. You don't know if your head can take it anymore.
When you get into the room, the first thing you notice is that the bathroom door is closed and the light is on. You frown, immediately on edge, preparing to bolt out of the room. You definitely left it cracked, and you made sure the light was off. Before you can even move, the door swings open, and you're getting ready to bolt until you see who it is.
"How did you manage to get so far? Took me forever to get to this place."
You cross the room in a split second, jumping into Hitoshi's arms as you start to sob again.
"Ouch," he groans, but he hugs you tightly nonetheless. "Take it easy, will ya."
You lift your head up so you can kiss him, your hands trembling as you cup his face. "I-I thought--" You can't even finish, kissing him again until you're out of breath.
He rubs over your face, wiping your tears as he looks over your face. "What'd I tell you, baby?" he prompts. "I'll always find you."
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LET ME LEARN MORE BOUT UR BES OC 😍🫵
YES OMG I LOVE YOU (also i love your oc i was kinda inspired by it to make my own so mwah mwah)
I'm so excited I haven't made a self insert oc since 2017
Meet Kitsuyo!!
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She is the most annoying motherfucker you'll ever meet.
Her looks are based off a fox (because I have red hair, and my friend said I kinda look like one), and her personality is based off one of my Mizu x reader stories; Neko of the West.
She is witty, sarcastic and loves creating problems on purpose.
She chops her hair off every four months, because she hates the idea of resembling Fowler with his long hair.
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She wasn't born in Japan, she was born in Ireland. Her mother was sold there by flesh traders, and her father was a soldier, who freed her mother, and lived with her in secret.
When her father died on the front lines, she and her mother stayed with no choice. Her mother got sold to higher men, as an exotic prostitute, and she was brought with her.
That's when she got the attention of visiting Japanese traders, who brought her back to Japan, when she was only fourteen, and sold her to, you guessed it, Abijah Fowler, as a little souvenir from his home land.
Kitsuyo, on the other hand, tried to escape, and put up a fight with Fowler, biting a chunk off his ear.
That amused the white man, and decided to keep the girl, not as a prostitute, but as something he saw potential in, raising her in the process.
They developed a love-hate relationship, with a lot of arguing, but none of them can tell when the insults are serious.
Her goal is now to return to Ireland, and found/free her mother.
She meets Mizu when she is brought along to the tea with Heji Shindou, and appears as Fowler's un-loyal left hand (Since Shindou is the right), and ends up helping our favorite Samurai, but not for free though.
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She's a little bitch.
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Don’t Turn On the Lights Part 5
Villain!Bakugou x F!Reader
ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO LATE TWENTIES 
Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI!!! Heavy threatening (with torture and rape), fear, obsessive behavior, groping, throwing up, size kink, chasing
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Word count: 4k
A.N.: PLEASE READ ABOUT THE ANGEL SHOT FOR IT IS A REAL THING!
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Part 4
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You kept staring at the brown-haired man, trying to comprehend his words that hardly resonated within you. As it started becoming clear that you were in fact in grave danger, it felt like some invisible force was pulling the air out of your lungs. It didn’t matter that you tried to mask your horror and stay calm as the attempt only resulted in shallow breaths. Instinctively, you brought your arms around yourself while lowering your gaze, feeling tears gathering in your eyes as your gut twisted before the situation that was impossible to escape. 
“I-I need to use the bathroom,” you pleaded quietly but you could only hear Shindou answer with a light chuckle.
“That’s like the oldest trick in the book, sweetheart,” he said, still leaning his cheek in the palm of his hand.
“Please, I think I’m gonna be sick,” you begged, closing your eyes while slightly leaning forward as you were sure you’d throw up.
“Considering your position here, I guess it can be a bit frightening,” Chisaki pointed out calmly while resting his arms on the table, “why don’t you escort her to the ladies room? After all, we don’t want her to attract attention to us,“ he said to Shindou without mentioning the obvious disgust he’d feel if you’d actually throw up on the table.
“You’re the boss,” Shindou answered a bit condescendingly while getting up. He grabbed your arm with unnecessary force, pulling you up and draping his arm around your waist after noting the obvious difficulty you had in maintaining your balance. With a tight grip on you, he led you past the table, behind the corner to a corridor where the restrooms were. 
Breathing uneasily, you glanced up at Shindou to note that his features were still holding his signature smile, only this time the circumstances caused chills to run down your spine. It was no longer a friendly smile but a disturbing kind since he was able to remain so cool and calm. You didn’t even dare to question him as he walked you past the ladies room, towards the end of the corridor which had an accessible toilet. 
“The ladies room here has other chicks who you could run your mouth to so this’ll have to do,” he said, his friendly tone not matching with the rudeness of his words. 
You didn’t mumble any reply since you were a little too hasty to get away from him, but as soon as you tried to, he tightened his grip on you.
“Hold on,” he said, his voice suspicious, causing you to cringe a bit while giving him an insecure glance. Suddenly, he pressed you gently against the wall before starting to examine your pockets to find the obvious device you’d hoped he wouldn’t realize to search for. 
“You didn’t think I’d make an amateur mistake, did you?” He asked while his big hands kept wandering forcefully around your body, clearly feeling you up in a warning manner. The discomfort of it made tears prickle your eyes as you tried to put on a defiant face, partly wishing that if he was gonna force himself on you, he should just stop the slow torture.
“Why don’t you just get it over with?” You spat, your voice filled with disgust.
“Believe me, I would but only after we get some privacy. That’s when I’ll take my sweet time with you,” he grinned devilishly, revealing his true nature which was indeed dark and filled with malice. 
“Why are you doing this?” You asked frustratedly.
“Nothing personal, just politics, sweetheart. Although I must admit how exhilarating it is to get to fuck Bakugou’s girl,” he said while tilting his head, the lazy grin on his face exposing his teeth.
“You’re not scaring me,” you said with a shaky voice that was mainly trying to convince yourself.
“You might change your mind after getting fucked by Chisaki’s other men,” Shindou pointed out, causing your heart to skip a beat, “although I don’t think any of them are that violent with women. Except for Rappa of course. He gets off to the sound of bones breaking so be prepared to scream.”
His hint caused the sickening swirl inside your belly to grow stronger which made it impossible to hide your horror as a tear escaped your eye, but Shindou paid it no mind.
“Are you scared now?” he whispered mockingly while leaning in a bit. 
You purse your lips tightly while looking up at him with contempt, but it did nothing to change the spiteful glint in his black eyes that were locked with yours in a death stare, all the while his hand kept feeling you up. 
“Ah, here it is!” He said before digging your cellphone out of one of your pockets and bringing it up in front of you.
“Now, don’t worry, you’ll get this back once we are done with you,” he smirked. You stared up at him, trying to keep your defiance but your frustration was on clear display. 
Swiftly, you tried to push him off of you, but the obvious difference in your sizes prevented you from succeeding. Instead, as if from pity, Shindou straightened his posture and allowed you to walk to the bathroom and lock the door. 
As soon as you closed the door, you turned around and threw yourself on your knees before the toilet, throwing up what little contents you had in your stomach. Your insides kept twisting painfully as you gagged and tried to spit out the excess saliva dripping down your chin. 
Almost falling on your ass, you managed to secure your posture with your hand on the floor while inhaling ragged breaths. Tears were streaming down your face as you found yourself cursing for disobeying Bakugou for this was undoubtedly the reason why he had wanted you to stay inside. Sniffling in utter fear and helplessness, you wiped the tears away with the back of your hand before picking yourself up to wash your hands.
Staring at the foaming soap and the warm water that flowed through your fingers, you carefully washed your face, not wanting for Shindou to see how scared you were. When you lifted your face up to look at yourself in the mirror, a sudden flashback crossed your mind as if memories buried deep into your consciousness were trying to grant you their help. 
All those drunken nights you spent with your friends in bars, pubs and restaurants, finding yourself in a similar situation of feeling sick, only back then it was from consuming too much alcohol. But you could still remember seeing those posters up on the walls in multiple different restrooms, advertising a certain advice specifically meant for women in suspicious or even dangerous situations. 
It was called the angel shot. If you’d request a drink with that name, to an outsider it’d seem like a regular order when in reality it was a signal to the staff that you were in need of help. Although there weren’t any signs of this particular restaurant practicing such a policy, it was the only plan you could come up with. Inhaling a deep breath while turning off the faucet, the gears in your mind started rolling as you tried to memorize the options. 
Ordering the shot on the rocks meant that you were requesting the staff to call a cab for you and with lime meant calling the cops. Neither of them would do good since it’d only endanger people around you, so there weren’t any other options left than to order it neat, which meant that someone should escort you to your car. Only you needed to come up with a subtle way to explain that you didn’t have one. 
“Y/N, I don’t hear the faucet running,” Shindou’s voice chirped from the other side of the door.
“Yeah yeah, coming,” you replied in an annoyed manner. 
Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you took another deep and encouraging breath, knowing that this was unfortunately a long shot but also the only one you had. After drying your hands in a paper towel, you unlocked the door to find Shindou waiting with that irritating grin plastered on his face.
You gave him a sinister look before walking past him, but he wouldn’t allow you to do so without grasping your arm again. Gritting your teeth, you kept your personal opinions about it to yourself, not wanting to give him any reason for confrontation. 
As he walked you back to Chisaki, you took a quick glance at your surroundings, noting everything that could be seen from your seat. A fire alarm, placed on the wall, next to the entrance to the kitchen, as well as the bar counter where you could order drinks and see the bartender mixing them up. 
Sitting back at your seat, you noticed that Chisaki had again removed his mask and was already enjoying his coffee, which meant that you needed to act fast, but remain as subtle as possible. 
“Feeling better?” He asked while stirring his coffee with a spoon, not sparing even a glance at you as if not interested in your answer. 
“Yeah..”
“Good,” he replied before taking a sip.
“So.. I assume that what’s gonna happen to me isn’t personal?” You asked.
“Correct,” he answered bluntly.
“W-well.. In that case, don’t you think I’m entitled for some more answers?” You asked, trying not to sound too persistent.
“Your position here won’t really allow you to be entitled to anything,”he blurted while looking at you with that sharpness in his eyes, “but since I’m a reasonable man, I’ll answer whatever you want to know,” he said with a chilling smile that made you swallow thickly.
“How did you find me?” You asked, curious to know if there was something you could’ve done differently to avoid the current situation. Chisaki closed his eyes before taking another sip from his fuming coffee.
“It was a lucky coincidence, really. I knew you had moved somewhere beyond my reach so my sleeper cells scattered across the country to look for you. When the prison break took place it became easier to find you since I was certain you’d try to escape Bakugou. Luckily, I was right,“ he explained.
You blinked as there was one particular thing in his explanation that specifically caught your interest.
“..How did you know I had moved?” 
“Kendo Rappa, one of my closest subordinates, happened to be placed in one of the cells in maxi. He heard your conversation with Bakugou and reported it to me.”
His reply made you lower your gaze in a sad manner as you wondered if you’d just kept your mouth shut about leaving Musutafu, perhaps you wouldn’t be looking at the worst situation in your life. 
“To your luck, word doesn’t travel that fast if you’re in maxi, that’s why no one could reach you before you left,” he added, staring at another one of your reactions to his words, but not showing even a slightest bit of sympathy.
“So..What you’re saying is that I never truly had a chance,” you mumbled, knowing that his men would’ve probably found you sooner or later.
“I guess that’s so.”
There was a brief moment where you only thought of how much luck you have had up until now and while staring at the cream-colored table cloth, you knew you needed to keep it cool in order to get away from the appalling situation. Sighing in a heavy manner as if though accepting your fate, you kept your gaze away from Chisaki and Shindou.
“Isn’t there any way to convince you to let me go?“ You asked quietly.
“I’m afraid not.“
You stayed quiet for a while, tears causing a sad gloss in your eyes as you tried to make yourself look as pitiful as possible.
“Could I at least get a drink then?“ 
Chisaki blinked before barely narrowing his eyes at your request.
“Please, just one drink?“ You asked but Chisaki kept staring at you as if to determine whether that was a good idea or not.
“After everything that’s happened, don’t you think I deserve one?“ You pleaded, trying to appeal to his sense of logic since none of this was your fault.
“Enough, honey,” Shindou said with a bored tone, “you and I have some business to attend to and I need you sober for that,” he added with a grin, causing you to give him a glare. 
“Well, I guess taking into account what you’ll have to endure, I suppose you can have one,” Chisaki pointed out, ignoring Shindou, “why don’t you go get her what she wants,” he said to his companion, who regardless of his personal opinion got up without any objections.
“Alright, you’re the boss,” Shindou said with a bored smile, “what would the princess like to have then?” he asked sarcastically, using a degrading pet name on you but your heart was pounding way too fast to give any attention to it as you hoped that neither of them would become aware of what you were about to try.
“U-umm..I guess I’ll have an angel shot,” you stuttered nervously to the black haired man who tilted his head.
“Huh? Never heard of such,” he said.
“I-I guess it’s more of a girl’s drink,” you mumbled insecurely.
“Hmm, I see. Well, I’ll go ask if they even make those,” he smiled without any signs of suspicion, shuffling to the bar counter with his hands in his pockets. Now you only needed to hope that one of the bartenders would realize your distress. 
“Be sure to hurry up then. I may be reasonable but I also have a strict timetable,” Chisaki said after sipping his  coffee again, accepting your nod as a reply.
“They need to ask their manager,” Shindou shrugged casually while walking back and sitting on his seat. 
Your heart kept pounding erratically, discouraged at the fact that they probably didn’t know the policy behind that shot. But soon, a woman with light blue skin and dark blue hair approached the table with a smile on her face.
“Good evening! I understood that you wanted to order an angel shot?”
“Yeah, if you know how to make one,” you mumbled with your senses sharpened.
“Well, you’re in luck! We don’t usually make them here but I learned how to make one in my former job as a bartender,” she explained giddily, not minding how Chisaki leaned his cheek in the palm of his hand boredly, uninterested to hear such details from an insignificant person. You on the other hand nodded, trying to hide the brightening of your eyes as a glint of hope ignited within them.
“Oh that’s great.”
“So how would you like it? Neat or on the rocks? She asked in which you responded with a pensive look.
“Hmm.. I think I like mine neat.“ 
“We can also add lime if you’d like,” she suggested.
“Ah, lime is not really an option for me since I’m allergic. Wouldn’t want to cause any disturbance to others with my reactions,” you smiled apologetically while rubbing the back of your head, trying to imply that the people around were in danger if cops and heros would get involved. 
“Ahh, got it!”
“So I’ll think I’ll just enjoy it neat. And don’t worry, I know it’s a strong one so I’m not driving tonight,” you chuckled, giving another hint that you didn’t have a car with you so basically all she could do was to assist you in getting you outside.
“Gotcha! I’ll have my staff prepare it to you in no time and I’ll bring you a small bottle of soda water, just in case,” She bowed politely before turning to Chisaki, 
“Everything alright with you Mr. Chisaki?” 
“Yes,” he replied with his monotone voice.
“How about you, mr.? Can I get you anything?” She asked Shindou, who responded more politely than his boss.
“Everything’s fine with me, thank you.”
“Just a moment!” She bowed again before making her way behind the bar counter. 
“Ahh, so much trouble for one lousy drink,” Shindou pointed out lazily.
“If it’s my last drink, I want it to be my favorite one,” you mumbled, sinking in on yourself a bit, irritated by his attitude. 
“Why don’t you keep silent till you get your drink,” Chisaki said, his subtle words basically commanding you to shut up.
It wasn’t long until a young man with dark hair and pointy ears shuffled towards your table with a timid expression on his features. 
“I-I’m very sorry, but there seems to be some difficulties with your order. W-would you be so kind and come with me to the counter?” He stuttered, but as you were about to get up, Shindou grasped your wrist in a bruisingly tight grip.
“I’ll go,” he said with a warning grin, “I’ll just get you a strawberry margarita, ain’t that what girls drink?” He said with a degrading tone before making his way to the bar counter. You gave him an annoyed pout, trying your hardest to keep your nervousness away, since you weren’t sure how the manager had planned on getting you out of there. 
Gladly, it was soon when she came back to your table, “Mr. Chisaki, there’s a phone call for you in my office,” she said calmly.
“What?” He replied, annoyed since he wasn’t expecting anyone to contact him. 
“Yes, I’m sorry. A man, claiming that it was urgent,” she added apologetically. 
Chisaki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly irritated from the sudden inconvenience, but as he noticed that your drink was almost done, he determined that it’d be less than half a minute when Shindou would be back at the table. 
“Alright then,” he growled while getting up, “stay right here.” he commanded, noting how another waitress came to bring you a bottle of soda water while the manager went to escort Chisaki to her office. You were frozen in place, wondering whether this was your cue to start running, when suddenly you heard the waitress whisper to you, “go to the kitchen, turn left and then right past the cold room. When you get to the exit, turn right and you’ll find a taxi pole. We ordered you a cab,” she explained while pouring a glass of soda water for you. Your heart started pounding faster, knowing that this was the turning point for your plan.
“Thank you so much for your help, but I need to attract their attention to me. I’m gonna activate the fire alarm so when the sirens start ringing, command everyone to go outside,” you whispered back, getting up and rapidly walking towards the entrance to the kitchen, trying not to let Shindou notice you yet. Inhaling an encouraging breath, you broke the thin glass that covered a fire alarm button and pressed it immediately, activating the sirens and the sprinklers. 
“EVERYBODY OUTSIDE!” You heard the waitress yell which immediately evoked chaos as people started panicking at both fire and the fact that their neat clothes and hair do’s were getting wet. At the same time you sprinted through the entrance to the kitchen, hoping to catch Shindou’s attention so that he’d come after you instead of hurting any innocent people. Luckily he managed to notice your wretched plan just in time to leave a good distance between you.
“Don’t fucking think so, Y/N!” 
With fear of getting raped and tortured, possibly even to death swirling in your heart, it launched an adrenaline rush strong enough to keep you running fast, dodging escaping chefs and throwing whatever you could on the floor behind you to slow Shindou down. But shit, he was fast, not hesitating to violently shove anyone out of his way while swiftly dodging everything you threw at him. 
When you got past the cold rooms, you saw the exit in the end of the corridor which only spurred on your speed, knowing that Chisaki’s henchmen could have already surrounded you. Pushing the heavy door open and glancing right, you saw a bunch of men wearing different kinds of masks, running to get you. 
Hurrying away to your left, you started running down the dark alley, hoping that you’d come across something that’d help you get as far away and as quickly as possible. Turning around a corner, you noticed a big industrial dumpster and a ladder above it which led up to the roof. 
Hopping on top of the dumpster with troubled movements, you barely managed to dodge a huge fist in time and leap on the ladder, the punch being so powerful that it smashed the dumpster to pieces and momentarily helped you to get some lead.
“Shit,” the man known as Rappa cursed as his companions ran to watch how you climbed up the fire escape. 
“Come on, Y/N. If you’ll be a good girl and come down now, I won’t let these other guys get a piece of you.” 
Letting out a breathy whimper, tears were forming in your eyes as you heard Shindou’s malevolent voice, knowing that he was wearing a devilish smirk and his words were anything but sincere. You didn’t even dare to look down at them as the fear of getting assaulted was threatening to break you so the most important thing was to keep going and not look back.  
“Go after her, Rappa. The rest of you surround the building,” Shindou commanded calmly while observing your figure disappear on the roof. As others were circling the building, Chisaki and the rest of his subordinates arrived at the scene. 
“What the hell happened?!” He asked Shindou, who only gave his boss a mischievous grin.
“Nothing we can’t handle.”
Once up on top of the roof, you got up on your aching legs before noticing the huge man climbing after you. With chilly wind on your hair and dark skies above, you hurried to the edge of the building, determining that the only choice was to jump on the roof of the building next. You backed a bit, keeping the rational thoughts in the back of your mind since there was no time to let the fear consume you. Dashing to the edge, using every muscle in your body to leap across the deep fall to the other building.That’s when you noticed a familiar blond man climbing on the roof in a troubling manner. 
“Hey there, Y/N. Remember me?” He huffed mockingly but although you would’ve been pleased to kick the fucker down on the ground, the huge man was starting to close in on you so without further thinking, you started running again before jumping on top of another building. 
You could feel the sharp pain on your legs after each jump, but you ignored it, knowing that a worse pain would be awaiting if you got caught. Noticing that the building next was much lower, you realized you’d have to climb down the ladder to get to the roof before running down the fire escape stairs. Not wasting any time, your trembling hands could still manage a firm grip on the black iron while moving down the ladder. Once at a safe distance, you jumped down on the roof and ran to the stairs, hurrying down and hoping that you hadn’t been surrounded yet.
Jumping on the ground, you could barely maintain your balance as you caught yourself on your knees, trying to pant away the ache in your legs while tasting the metallic flavor of blood in your mouth. Your strength was starting to reach its limit, but the loud noise echoing through the brick walls made you glance over your shoulder to see the shadows on the wall, the obnoxious voices yelling disgusting things to you and letting you know that they’d catch you if you’d not get up. Panting loudly, you struggled a bit before starting to run again. 
“Y/N!”
“Come on, baby girl! We ain’t gonna hurt you!”
“After I’m done with you, you won’t walk for a month!”
“I’m gonna taste your blood, baby girl!”
“We’ve got you surrounded, girl, there’s no escaping now!”
Knowing that it was probably true, you still kept running before noticing a subway sign, realizing that if you could just reach the metro in time, you could possibly get away from the men behind you. That is, if you’d managed to turn around the corner and run right before Chisaki’s men would surround the building and reach you. 
But as you were about to turn around the corner, you bumped into a broad chest which had you fall on your ass on the pavement, the sudden unlucky incident slowing you down and in that fraction of a second, you were forced to understand that you were utterly and hopelessly surrounded.
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oh, baby - kiribaku x reader. brrrr breeding. art history 204 - kiribaku x reader. being paired with the sunny college football player for your project is your worst nightmare, that is, until you meet his boyfriend. study date - kiribaku x reader. your boyfriends make studying harder. three’s company - kiribaku x reader. you stumble into the wrong apartment, but Kirishima and Bakugou don't mind.   green means go - bakugou x reader. Bakugou laughed when Midoriya asked him to fuck his girlfriend while he watched. he's not laughing anymore. surveillance - bakugou x reader x todoroki. when your fellow pro heroes find out you've never finished with a partner they decide to fix it. mafia kuroo - it’s what it sounds like/affectionate. ns/fw.   something revolutionary- viking!bakugou x reader. bakugou gets what he wants. that includes you. summer storms - kirishima x reader  hurt/comfort - atsumu x reader   astronaut kuroo im   i don’t like anyone better than you(it’s true) - ran, mikey, draken x reader, omegaverse  the night we met - bakugou x reader  divine right - prince shouto x reader  play stupid games - bakugou, midoriya, shindou, shouto x reader.  darlin’ darlin’ - mikey x reader, ran x reader 
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keulixeutin · 1 year
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A Soft October Night
a/n: i have a thing for citrus scents—and an inability to describe perfumes and colognes—so leave me alone asidlfhad.  i felt sad and wanted to write something sad, but i hate writing sad things bc i’m delicate and sensitive, so this is as close as i’ll get.  this was supposed to be like 1k.  and then???? idk. also, this is noted as a drabble but it's the length of a dang fic lmaoo but the vibe is drabble, u feel??? anyways, i hope u enjoy!!!!!
summary: after receiving a heartbreaking rejection, you find comfort in the arms of someone you least expect.  bakugou x fem!reader (if you squint). one-sided shindou x reader, or more like nakagame x shindou x reader.
cw: she/her pronouns, fem!reader. swearing, angst, heartbreak, hurt and comfort, reader feeling super insecure, shindou kind of leading reader on (implications), alcohol, drunk reader, bakugou being comfort, some fluff and cuteness at the end.
word count: 4,696.
You stared at the side of Yo’s chiseled face as he pulled out his phone and responded to a text message.  You knew better than to look; you knew you’d simply be twisting the knife in your side, confirming what you already knew.  Your eyes flickered down to the smiling face of a cutely sweet blond: Nakagame Tatami.  It was embarrassing and humiliating to call her your rival in love, but there wasn’t any other way to say it.
And, actually, it wasn’t much of a rivalry.  She was in the lead, if she hadn’t already won.  The evidence was right in front of you—there you were, drunk and upset, and Yo was still messaging her.
When the two of you got to his car, he pocketed his phone and opened the driver’s door.  You opened the passenger side—but then you stopped, heart throbbing like it was being squeezed in someone’s apathetic hand.
“Yo,” you began, “do you like me?”
He looked to you, brows furrowing.  “Babe, you know the answer to that,” he said, and the pet-name that once had you shuddering in elation now had you trembling in grief.
“Yo—”
“Of course I like you.”
It wasn’t an answer though.  You knew him well enough to know that what he said wasn’t what he meant; what he said wasn’t a real answer to your question.  He was only trying to placate you for another day, say what you wanted to hear to keep you quiet for another week, say anything to avoid admitting a decision that he had already made.
“I’m really tired,” you said suddenly.
“I know, babe,” he said.  “Get in the car, and I’ll drive you home.”  
“I’m exhausted, Yo,” you continued.  “Fucking exhausted.”
He didn’t say anything, realizing then that you weren’t referencing your physical fatigue.  You held tightly onto the passenger door, grinding your teeth to keep the tears from falling, to keep from screaming.
“I can’t keep doing this,” you whispered.  “If you like me, then you’re mine; and if you’re mine, then you’re mine.”
“…Let’s talk about this later.”  His voice had softened, but it was because he could see the breaking on your face, and not because he wanted the talk to be later so that he could be sweet.
He wasn’t sweet to you.  He’d never be, not in the way you wanted, not in the way you asked.
You pressed your hand over your eyes, as if you could force the tears back.
“It’s okay if it’s fucking Nakagame,” you said, your voice cracking.  “But if it is, then you need to leave me alone.”
He hesitated.  “It’s not like that.  I’m not saying that it’s Tatami—”
“Then who is it?” you asked, hearing the high and hissing desperation in your voice.  It had been months like this, long weeks of secret laughter and tender touches and quiet kisses in the corners—and yet there was nothing to show for it in the light of the day.  Everything that had happened under the cover of darkness stayed there, and you were always left waking with questions and confusions.
“It’s—it’s not anyone,” he said.  “I care about you—I care about the both of you.  Why is that a crime?  You’re both important to me.  I can’t choose because you matter to me in—in different ways.”
That was enough for the dam to break.  You leaned your forehead against your forearm, still gripping the door for support as you tried to swallow the gasping sobs breaking through. 
You both mattered to him in different ways.  Of course, you thought.  It was always like this with every person you had ever loved.
“Why can’t you say that it’s me?” you asked.  “That you pick me?”
“[Name]—”
“Is that so bad?”  You let out a pained and incredulous laugh.  “Is it so hard to say, ‘It’s you, and it’s only you?'”
He stepped around the car to you.  When you felt his hand touch your arm, you jerked away, face stained with heartbreak and tears.
“You’re drunk,” he said gently.  “Let me get you home and we can talk about this tomorrow.  How’s that sound?”
“Sounds like bullshit,” you spat.  “Sounds like another way for you to avoid the hard conversation.  Sounds like another way for you to keep me on the side and Nakagame in your bed.”
Hurt flashed across his face, and it only made you angrier.  How could it be that he felt hurt?  How was that fair that his feelings got to be hurt when he was the one stringing you along?  How was it that he could look so goddamn handsome with pain coloring his brows while you, the actual victim, had ugly snot and tears and smeared eyeliner and frizzy hair?
“Babe, that’s not what I’m saying—”
“I hear what you’re saying,” you interrupted bitterly, “loud and clear, Yo.  It’s not me—and that’s fucking fine—but this—whatever this is—this is not fucking fine.”
“[Name], wait—”
Yo tried to grab your arm, but you quickly side-stepped him, storming back toward the bar.  The car doors closed behind you; then, after a brief moment’s hesitation, you heard him quickly follow after you.  Picking up your speed, you entered through the back door and shuffled through the crowd on unsteady feet, rubbing at your face to try to wipe away any evidence that this had hurt. You paused, quickly looking around, trying to recall where the bathroom was; you figured you could hide in the women’s bathroom before leaving, or maybe even climb through the window and call for an Uber.
Abruptly, someone grabbed onto your wrist.
“Hey, what the hell?” It was a familiar, gruff voice. 
You turned, meeting bright red eyes: Bakugou. 
He took in your blotchy face and disheveled hair, concerned etched into his normal scowl.
“You alright there, doc?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” you said tightly, trying to pull your wrist out of his hold, but he held on, frowning.  “Just need to get to the bathroom.”
You thought you heard Yo calling for your name above the buzz of the music and the crowd, but you weren’t sure if it was simply part of your imagination.  You couldn’t lie; you had a moment of weakness where you hoped he would catch up to you, grab you by the waist, and then profess his love and apologize for his stupidity, but even in your drunken and despondent state, you knew how ridiculous that dream was.  Him calling you hadn’t been in your head, though, as Bakugou had heard him as well; the both of you turned to look back in the same direction.
“I can’t talk to him right now,” you said, and he finally let go of your hand.
“Hold on,” Bakugou said.  “Come here—that dumbass would be stubborn enough to follow you even into the women’s bathroom.”
He walked you backwards to the bar a few feet from you, shoving others aside to make space for the two of you.  Bakugou blocked you in against the countertop and his chest; one hand gripped the counter, covering you from sight with his arm and shoulder, and the free hand looped loosely around your waist.  He tilted his head down toward your ear.  The position was intimate; to anyone looking, they’d see a man murmuring sweetly into someone’s ear.  The stance perfectly obstructed views; he hid you from wandering gazes with his large back as he pressed you into his hard chest, into his earth and citrus cologne.
You didn’t know if Yo passed by.  You were enveloped by Bakugou’s scent and warmth, and as he pulled you in closer, or as you leaned in further, you suddenly released the heartbreak that you had been trying to wipe from your face, a weight you had been trying to hold onto until you reached the safety of the bathroom stalls.  In Bakugou’s arms—in his surprisingly warm and tender embrace, in his arms that encircled you like you were the softest and most delicate thing he ever had to hold—you cried.  Your shoulders shook as you sobbed into his chest, unable to help yourself.
You thought he’d tense, thought he’d push you away in sneering disgust.  It wasn’t as if you had a particularly volatile relationship with him, but he wasn’t known to be the most compassionate person.  But, defying your expectations, Bakugou pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you fully.  He pressed his cheek against the top of your head—and you felt him sway slowly.
“Hey, hey,” he murmured against your hair, and for some reason, that made you cry harder.
You felt so pathetic, crying over someone you knew would never pick you, crying over something that had happened to you over and over again already.
You must’ve been so pathetic that Bakugou—the explosive, hot-headed, roughest-around-the-edges Bakugou Katsuki—was trying to comfort you.  You had asked—begged—pleaded—Yo to give you a little bit of anything, shamefully crying for scraps for so long, and here was Bakugou, giving you what he could, turning down his fire, his heat, to give you a little bit of warmth that wouldn’t burn.
How was this fair?
“You’re fine,” Bakugou whispered.  “You’re okay.”
You gripped his shirt, not caring that you were potentially ruining it with the tight clamping of your nails and your tears seeping through the fabric.
“Fuck that guy,” he muttered.  “I never fuckin’ liked him or his fuckin’ ugly face anyways.”
The sudden shift made you laugh, hiccuping against the cries fighting for dominance in your throat.  It didn’t provide any lasting relief, though, but you were grateful even for the second of reprieve.
Once you got a handle on your breath, you pulled back, saying, “Thanks—for hiding me.”  You didn’t want to stand here and keep crying in Bakugou’s chest; you were drunk, but you were aware enough to know you’d regret it embarrassingly in the morning.  “I’m, um, gonna sneak out before he comes back around.”
—But he didn’t respond like you had expected.
“I’ll walk you out,” he offered.  He smoothed out your hair, detangling some strands, a gesture that was tenderhearted, something you never would’ve thought to attach to the hero voted most likely to attack journalists and paparazzi.
“I’ll be fine.”
He rolled his eyes.  “Shut up and walk.”
With a huff, you looked over his arms and shoulders.  When you didn’t see Yo, Bakugou released you from his hold and followed you as you pushed through club crowd, heading for the entrance.  When you finally made it out onto the street, you took in a deep but shaky breath of the cool night air.
Just another night, you thought.  Just another second place trophy to add to the shelf.
Nothing new, you told yourself.  Nothing new.
Bakugou gently touched your hand, getting your attention.  When you looked at him, he jerked a thumb toward the parking lot.
“Over here,” he said.
It took a while to piece it together, due to the fog of alcohol and heartache, but when you realized what he was offering, you shook your head.  “Seriously,” you said, “you’ve done enough.  You don’t need to drive me home; I’ll just call a taxi or Uber or something…”
“Why the hell would you spend money when I’m telling you I’ve got a fuckin’ car?”
“Because I want to wallow alone.”
He stopped, staring at you.  “Do you?” he asked.
It seemed like, if you said yes, he’d leave you alone; it seemed like he was giving you an option to be honest and he’d respect your answer—but, truthfully, you didn’t know yourself.  This was the only way you knew how to deal with your feelings toward Yo.  This was the only way you had ever dealt with feelings such as this, alone in the dark.  You didn’t know if you wanted company.  You didn’t know if it would make it better or easier, or if you’d just feel stupid and humiliated in the presence of others.
“Doc?” he asked.  It wasn’t a creative nickname.  He—and many others—called you doc because you had a PhD in bio-engineering with quirk applications—but there was something sincere about the way he said it, something softer and more intimate than Yo’s frequent usage of babe.
You shrugged, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears again.  You didn’t know you had so much in you to give, so much to lose, so much already lost.
“Come on,” he said.  
Bakugou didn’t grab onto you, letting you decide, but you ultimately followed him as he wove through parked cars.  He led you to the other side of the lot where the metal barrier stopped cars from driving off the hill and down into traffic.  Past it was a expansive and beautiful view of the sea, sparkling underneath a bright crescent moon.
He motioned for you to go to toward the back of his car; he helped you up to sit on the trunk.  Then, he reached into the back passenger’s seat for an unopened water bottle.
“Drink,” he said, putting it into your hands.  “You hungry?”
You shrugged again.
“Stay here,” he ordered, and you irrationally found it so goddamn hilarious that he thought there was somewhere you could go.
While he was gone, you stared at the passing cars below and the soft shimmering of the ocean.  From so high up, you could see the stars reflected back in some of the calmer waters before gentle waves rippled the view.  You drank from the bottle slowly, sniffling and wiping your nose with the back of your hand every few minutes as you mentally tortured yourself with every little bit of Yo that had made you fall in love—his stupidly soft smile in the glow of the morning light, his bark of laughter whenever you unwittingly bumped your shoulder into corners, his nimble fingers braiding your hair as you were bent over costume and gear schematics in the early dawn, him having just finished his patrol and you still having yet gone to sleep.
You wondered if he did the same with Nakagame on the days he didn’t visit you.
—No, you knew he did.
He probably did more.
In the morning light, he probably kissed her.  If she bumped into walls, he probably checked for any injuries.  After late night patrols, he probably pulled her into the bed, skin-to-skin underneath the sheets because that was the best way to sleep.
You gripped the water bottle tightly.
Bakugou came back then; he had a plate of chicken karaage and two beers.  He handed you the warm plate and drink before hopping onto the back of his car, settling down right beside you.  His body emitted heat constantly.  You wondered if that was how he was or if it had to do with his quirk; maybe a mixture of both.  It was welcoming in the cool night.
“Doesn’t this defeat the purpose of my water?” you asked, replacing the water bottle with the beer when he popped it open for you.
“Who fuckin’ eats chicken karaage without beer?” Bakugou snorted.
The two of you clinked the glass bottles and took a swig, picking at the food in your lap.  You turned to stare at the shifting ocean under the silver light.
“Shouldn’t you go back in with your friends?” you asked suddenly, masochistically trying to push him away so you could be miserable alone.
“They’re fine,” he answered.  “Eijirou’s been slowly sobering up ever since Dunce Face started hitting on the dancers.”
You cracked a wry grin.  “The dancers that are dating the bouncers?”
“The dancers dating the fucking bouncers.”  
He took another swig of his drink.  You followed suit.  It was quiet.  You thought it would stay like that, just an hour of complete silence while you wallowed and moped; it’d probably be easier for the number two explosive hero.  He wasn’t one for small talk, much less sentimental ones—but he continued to surprise you, and you found yourself secretly grateful.
“…You wanna talk about it?” he asked.
You glanced at him, sniffling without meaning to.  “I’m surprised you wanna hear about it.”
“I don’t,” he retorted.  “But—feels like something you might like.  Or need.  Or whatever.”  Under the dim light of the night, the harsh lines on his face made from his training, his anger, his life, seemed to soften.  
“That’s sweet,” you remarked.  “I think.  Well, it is sweet for you, I guess.”
He didn’t respond, letting the silence fill until you felt ready to say something.
You didn’t think you were.  You didn’t think you’d ever be.  Even with your past blunders in love, you never truly felt comfortable enough to talk about them with anyone, not even your closest friends.  You never felt okay enough.  It was difficult to move on when you were consistently trapped in these situations.  Everyone who had wrapped their arms around you under the cover of night disappeared as soon as the sun kissed your eyelids.  Even worse, they disappeared and fell into someone else’s arms.
“There’s nothing to say,” you finally said, voice low as though you were afraid that, any louder, and you’d burst into tears.  “I stupidly…waited around, and—and he didn’t pick me.”  You scratched at your cheek, attempting nonchalance in your tone and movement, even though you were staring pointedly at your heels to keep the stinging in your eyes from morphing into anything else.  “To be fair,” you continued, “he didn’t pick either of us—me or Nakagame.  Turtle Neck, if you remember.  But, anyways, I know what that means.”
“What does it mean?”
“That I am, once again, not good enough to be chosen.”  You smiled bitterly.  “Always the bridesmaid and never the bride, is what they say.”  You tried to laugh, but it came out hollow.
You could feel him staring at you, the heat of his gaze warming the side of your face.
“I know you’re not interested in a pity-party,” you said, “but I just need it for the night and then it’ll be over.  Back to being the doc tomorrow.”
“You—”
“Is it okay that I’m sitting on your car?”
He was taken aback by the abrupt shift in conversation, blinking and frowning in confusion.  “What?”
“I lathered a shit ton of glitter lotion on myself before I left,” you explained.
Bakugou looked down to your legs, glistening under the moonlight, an entire galaxy dotting every part of your legs.  You lifted your thigh and saw the sparkly smear on his car.  
“What the fuck.”
“Sorry,” you said.
“Whatever, it’s fine,” he grumbled.  “I’ll take it into the carwash tomorrow.”
“I’ll pay,” you offered.
“I said it’s fuckin’ fine, Jesus.”
“Why are you being so nice?” you asked suddenly.
He glowered at you, looking annoyed by the question.  “Why kind of asshole do you think I am?”
“The asshole kind,” you deadpanned.
“Well, I’m not that kind,” he muttered.
You peered at his expression, seeing something on his face that you hadn’t ever seen before, something sentimental, or soft, or delicate.  “What kind are you then?” you prodded.
He sipped his beer, glancing at you.  “The kind that gets fuckin’ annoyed,” he replied, “but not the kind that would fuckin’ leave you while you’re crying.”  He was glaring at you from the corner of his eyes, but he looked sincere, and if Bakugou had shown you anything from his shouting and his scowling, it was that he was earnest in his worst—and best—of moods.
“Oh.”  You didn’t have anything else to say, looking down at your hands.  You picked another piece of chicken, a small and crispy one, and popped it into your mouth, chewing absentmindedly.  It was more for the alcohol than hunger.
You suppose there was a lot you didn’t know—about the people around you.  About anything.  You hadn’t been sure that Yo would've picked you over Tatami, but you hadn’t been sure that he wouldn’t have, either.  You had been sure that you could wait, could hold off long enough until he found his way back to you, but you were wrong.  And you hadn’t expected Bakugou to be the one to swoop in and help you, but he had—he did—he was.
You wondered what else you would get wrong tonight, or for the rest of your life, and you thought this feeling should perhaps leave you hopeful and excited, but, instead, your chest felt empty and aching.
You looked from the fried chicken in your lap to Bakugou leaning forward, resting his elbows onto his knees, to the gentle ripples of the ocean water, the reflective night sky unexpectedly cut by a pod of jumping dolphins.  The chilly night was backdropped by the music blaring from the clubs all around and the stars all above, and there were goddamn dolphins playing in the gleaming waters—it was so romantic, so dreamy, so perfect, the entire fucking thing.  You couldn’t do anything but curl into yourself and cry, thinking, stupidly, that you wanted Yo to be here beside you, sharing this meal and this beer and this soft October night.
The chicken fell out of your lap, and you had just enough sense to tighten your hold on the bottle, or maybe you just wanted something to hold onto.
You felt a hand on your back, rubbing lightly.
“…Do you want a hug?” Bakugou asked, his voice low and gruff and the sweetest thing you had heard all night.
“Yes,” you whispered.  “Yes, please.”
He gently pried the bottle from your hand and placed it aside, and then he opened his arms to you.  You climbed into his lap, burying your face into his neck as you sobbed, seeking a warmth that you weren’t going to get from anyone else.
You cried about Yo.  You cried about the mean things you had thought about Nakagame in moments of cruel jealousy.  You cried about all the boys that had picked smiles more beloved than yours.
Just once, you’d like to hear it.
Just once, you’d like to be someone’s first choice.
Just once, you’d like someone to touch your face, and cup your cheeks, and sigh against your mouth—it’s you—it’s you—it’s always been you—it’ll only ever be you.
And as if he could hear it in your cries, Bakugou murmured kindly into your hair.  “One day.  It’ll be you one day.”
You didn’t quite believe it.  Logically, you knew you couldn’t say it was impossible, but it was the same way you approached ghosts or miracles—they were there, but they weren’t.  You couldn’t say never, but you couldn’t say for certain either, and wasn’t that answer enough?  That you couldn’t confidently say yes?  That you couldn’t look at something and say it was a miracle, but it was so easy to say it only a trick of the light?
You cried harder, tightening your hold around him.  In response, Bakugou held onto you all the tighter, unaffected by your dress riding up or your legs straddling him or the glitter that was surely getting smeared onto his black pants.  He held you as fiercely as you wanted, loosening his hold when you loosened yours, contracting when you did.
After a while, you lost the energy to cry.  There was nothing left to give or heave.  The next breath you took, though shaky and unstable, didn’t devolve into bawling, and then, soon, with more exhales that didn’t trigger tears, you began to slowly calm.  Eventually, it was just your occasional sniffle and the heavy beating of Bakugou’s heart.  You felt him untangle your hair, shifting you closer on his lap. 
“I’d pick you,” he said softly.
“Not Uraraka?  Utsushimi?”  It was supposed to be a dry joke, but your cracking voice and your sniffling made it sound pessimistic and sad, like you believed that, in the grand scheme of things, you’d always be in someone’s shadow.
“Nah.  You.”
There was a finality there that soothed you.  A brusqueness that refused questioning. It was nice. Reassuring.
You closed your eyes, breathed in his scent—sweet and citrusy in the heated dark.  As your body relaxed, Bakugou tightened his hold on you.
Tired by the night’s events, you fell asleep for a moment.  You jerked awake when you felt drool pooling at the edge of your lips.  You didn’t know how long you had fallen asleep; it didn’t feel long, but you couldn’t be sure.  Bakugou was laying against the back window of his car with you still in his arms, his hand slowly running up and down your back in soft strokes as he stared at the stars with half-lidded eyes.
You sat up, disentangling yourself from his hold.  “Sorry,” you said, wiping your mouth.  “I—I think I drooled on you.”  With the alcohol fading and the cries subsiding, you immediately felt an embarrassment creep into your chest.
“It’s fine.”  He had one careful hand on your hip to keep you steady as he lifted himself up with his other hand.  “You ready to go?”
“Bakugou—really, I—I’ll just Uber…”
“Shut up,” he grunted.  He helped you down and then gathered the trash to dump into a nearby trashcan.  Before you could open the door, he opened the passenger side for you.  “Get in, crybaby,” he said, gruff voice ending in a lilting tease.
“Too soon, asshole,” you grumbled.  You looked up at him and rubbed at your runny nose with the back of your hand.  His shirt had some wet spots on it, but he looked impeccable; you, on the other hand, must've looked like an absolutely disgusting mess.  
“I feel really gross,” you said, attempting to laugh as though that would ease the embarrassment.
You expected him to agree, but he only looked down at you.  His left brow was raised, trying for something hard and stony, but there was half a smile curling at the corner of his lips.  Emboldened, you sent a hesitant smile his way—and then you caught sight of a familiar dark head of hair across the parking lot.
Yo stood at the club entrance, staring at you and Bakugou.
Bakugou, seeing you avert your eyes to somewhere behind him, turned around and saw Yo as well.  He looked back to you. 
There was a silent question in the air—would you go to Yo?  Would you go back?  You had told him that what he was doing wasn’t fair—but what if he changed his mind?  What if he finally picked you?  What if—
You looked from dark brown eyes to bright vermillion ones.
Then, wiping at your sniffling nose, you sat inside the car, and Bakugou, after checking that both your legs were in, closed the passenger door.  He ignored Yo as he walked around the car and got into the driver’s side, something you thought was wildly mature.
“Text me your address,” Bakugou said as he closed the door.
“What’s your number?” you asked.
“You never saved it?” he asked, nose flaring.  “I fuckin’ texted you last week about my gear.”
“You rarely hire my company to adjust your tech,” you said, scrolling through your messages until you found the unknown number with the choppy messages lacking any type of normal human etiquette.
“What does that fuckin’ matter?” he muttered.  “Fuckin’ save it this time.  And hand sanitizer’s in the compartment; don’t think I didn’t fucking notice you wiping at your snot the entire night.”
“Shut up,” you muttered.
As mature as he had seemed earlier with not yelling at Yo, you should’ve known that it wouldn’t have lasted for long. Bakugou couldn’t help but give in to his hotheaded instinct, to his mean streak. As he pulled out of his spot, he pressed his middle finger against the window at Yo’s furious face. The car sped off with you clutching your side in the passenger seat, laughing and gasping for air bittersweetly, wrapped still in his citrus scent and tenderhearted whispers.
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More about you | Blue Eye Samurai x Male Reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: The Onryo's Demon More about you: More about you | (You are here) Chapter 1: The Demon and the Onyro |TBW Chapter 2: Swords of Blood Covered Harmony | TBW Chapter 3: One-Handed Tea Party | TBW Chapter 4: Madame Kaji? Mother Kaji | TBW Chapter 5: The Birth of a Demon's Rage | TBW Chapter 6: For Whom the Bells Toll | TBW Chapter 7: Rebirth of a Demon's Purity | TBW Chapter 8: The Man must Burn | TBW
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‸THIS IS SUBJECTIVE, CHANGE IT TO LOOK LIKE YOU!‸
Name: Y/n
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 16
Height: 5'7
Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin. 
Personality :Helpful, Clingy, Vengeful, Serious, Caring, Skillful
Other notes: Y/n is incredibly clingy to Mizu and will do anything she says or asks. He comes from a seemingly similar background that Mizu has, but was raised by Madame Kaji. While in Madame Kaji's care, Y/n learned how to play the shamisen and the koto. Y/n played all the time in the brothel, and all the workers loved hearing the boy play. Y/n then left to find Mizu and befriended her. Ever since he found her, he has been stuck by her side forever and had always tried to protect her. Y/n is 2nd best next to Mizu, but the both are undefeatable as it seems. Y/n wears similair clothing like Mizu does, but the coloring is e/c. He also wears a large hat and orange glasses to cover his eye color. Y/n caries an e/c sword just like Mizu does, but his sword has flower petals engraved in it instead. 
Likes: Mizu, cold water, plants, warm food, his sword, the pendant Mizu gave him, playing the shamisen, playing the koto.
Dislikes: His mother, Mizu's "Mother", The foreigners, Heiji Shindou, People who hurt Mizu, not being there for Mizu, foreign products, opium, guns, shitty swordsman, shitty swordsmanship, himself
Love interests:
None in this book 
There will be a sequel after this book is finished
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ethanharli · 2 years
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Requested; Yes, four characters.
Pairing(s); Itoshi Rin x Gender-Neutral Reader.
Warning(s); Hc's, Fluff/Forehead kisses.
DNI; If you use she/her pronouns.
A/n- I hope this was okay- it's been so long since I've read this manga :')
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◈ Man was in shock- he's never been kissed like that before. Could only look at you wide eye'd after, but don't be mistaken- he loved it.
◈ He would start demanding them after, clearly embarrassed as he does so- but he gets so soft when you do it.
◈ Loves when you do it while cuddling, it's a bit rare when y'all do, so if you want it to last longer, kiss his forehead, instant KO and it's guaranteed he'll stay longer.
Rin laid in your arms, head resting beside yours as you ran your fingers through his hair, and rubbed small circles on his arm. He nuzzled closer, and you just couldn't help it- moving your head to the side you softly kissed his forehead, fingers still threading through his hair as he froze for a moment. You were surprised when he sat up to look at you, a confused look in his eyes but the slight blush on his cheeks still grabbing your attention. "What was that?" A smile adored your lips as you continued to rub small circles on his arm, "A forehead kiss."
He merely stared at you for a moment, before finally speaking up after some silence, "..do it again."
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Pairing(s); Meguru Bachira x Gender Neutral Reader.
Warning(s); Hc's, Fluff/Forehead kisses.
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◈ He'd get caught off guard for a moment, but he absolutely adores it, he'll even give you forehead kisses too.
◈ He'll randomly start giving you forehead kisses, and ask for some after, and of course you can't say no to him and the cute face he makes.
◈ He'll get all affectionate and cuddly after, hugging you from behind or just laying his head on tour stomach when cuddling.
Bachira came up behind you while you stood by the counter, his arms wrapping around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder, "What's up Meguru?" You asked softly, still scrolling through your phone as a smile adored your lips. He merely mumbled into your shoulder as you chuckled softly, turning around in his arms to look at him. "I've missed you" He pouted, looking adorable as he did so, you couldn't help but take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead. His eye's widened for a moment obviously caught off guard by your actions, but he soon smiled after.
"I missed you too handsome" You said as you looked at him, happy to see that bright smile of his.
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Pairing(s); Seishiro Nagi x Gender Neutral Reader.
Warning(s); hc's, Fluff/Forehead kisses.
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◈ Man would just go wide-eyed for a minute, it certainly catches him off guard but he likes it, and will admit it.
◈ He appreciates these kisses the most when he's had a rough day, it always manages to brighten him up a bit.
◈ He also has no problem asking for it, he doesn't do it a lot, but he's not exactly shy about it.
Nagi sat on your bed, looking through his phone in silence as you got on the bed behind him and leaned against his back. Your chin rested on his shoulder, as your arms moved around his waist, "You look tired," You spoke softly, laughing a little when you heard him exhale a tired sigh. Leaning forward you pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head, raising an eyebrow when he turned to look at you. His eyes were a bit wide, but a smile slowly adored his face as he kissed your cheek, "I'm doing a bit better now."
"But I want another" He asked, and you couldn't help but laugh, softly kissing his forehead again, "Of course love."
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Pairing(s); Ryusei Shindou x Gender Neutral Reader.
Warning(s); hc's, Fluff/Forehead kisses.
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◈ Oh boy, he absolutely enjoys it, he's really big on affection too so he'll accept it and ask for more.
◈ Let's be honest, it'll make his day, and he'll pamper you with affection immediately after.
◈ He has no shame, he already asks for affection constantly and he'll continue to due so even after this.
"[Y/n]!" Shindou shouted, pulling you into a bear hug as you both laughed, happy to see each other again. "Hey Ryu, it's been so long" You sighed, hugging him and softly kissing his forehead. He looked at you with wide eyes for a moment, before his smile got bigger and he started to pepper your face with kisses. "I finally got you back with me!" He laughed, and the look on his face was all you needed to see before laughing yourself, knowing exactly what he wanted. "Okay okay, one more" You smiled, taking his face in your hands as you kissed his forehead again, practically feeling the happiness radiating off of him.
"I could get used to that" He spoke, holding you close to his chest. It was nice finally being able to see him again after so long, and you were happy to give him all the affection he longed for while you were apart.
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bleach-your-panties · 6 months
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💔the pathological liar - pro hero! yo shindou x fem! pro hero! gf! reader
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warnings: characters aged up to 20+, lying, cheating, arguing, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual activities, non-con (reader does say no), dub-con, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, name-calling, physical struggles, physical fighting (one-sided, so assault?), reader has a smart ass mouth and is kinda toxic as well, slight!yandere!yo, toxic relationships, toxic mindsets, false imprisonment, triggering subject at the end. read at your own risk!
☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.
💔: banner images from pinterest. 
💔: banner made by me with canva. 
post themes: say my name - destiny's child
                      confessions, parts I & II - usher
                      take a bow - rihanna
                      shake it off - mariah carey
💔 3.5k words
💔read in dark mode for best experience!
🖤series 🖤touya.
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—--
I know you say that I am assuming things
Something's going down that's the way it seems
Shouldn't be no reason why you're acting strange
If nobody's holding you back from me
'Cause I know how you usually do
When you're saying everything to me times two
Why can't you just tell the truth?
If somebody's there, then tell me who
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"Baby, ain't nothing good. It's all bad."
—--
'Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system: 
"Shindou, Yo". Cannot come to the phone right now, please leave your message at the tone-'
Before the recording could finish, you were throwing your iPhone across your bed as you shrugged your backpack off of your shoulders.
Your boyfriend, Yo Shindou, never answered his phone when you called. Never when you called, but he'd always immediately send a text or call you back hours later, claiming that his phone was dead or that he'd misplaced it somewhere at the agency. 
Like now, for example. 
'ding'
'Sorry babe, got caught up in something last minute at the agency. Call you back when I'm home. Love you.'
You scoffed as you read over the message.
You wouldn't be getting a call back, that much you knew for certain.
With a sudden urge to be petty, you texted back:
'Something like what, Yo? Another bitch's pussy? Yeah, people at my agency are starting to talk and guess who's the topic of conversation? Just know that the label of 'cheating boyfriend' won't do your "picture perfect" image any justice. Bitch.'
After hitting send, you tossed the phone back onto your bed and that was where it would lay until you got out of the shower. 
As soon as your bathroom door closed, the phone vibrated with another text. 
'Oh, so we're doing this shit again? Bet. I'll be over in 20.'
After moisturizing your body and putting on some pajamas, you climbed into bed and pulled out the book that you'd been reading. Leaving your phone discarded somewhere in the covers.
It was starting to get to one of the more interesting parts when a chorus of loud, booming knocks came on your front door.
"Who in the fuck?" You threw the covers back furiously and slipped your fluffy slippers on. 
You walked out of your room and down the hallway, the beating at the door only growing more intense as you sucked your teeth.
"I'm coming, dammit!"
Pulling the door open without checking the peephole first would be your first mistake of the night.
When the messy mop of dark locks, green/yellow hero uniform, and chiseled pecs came into your view, you immediately tried to slam the door shut. Yo wasn't having any of that.
He grabbed the edge of the door, wedging half of his body inside of your apartment before he pushed it forward with force, making it slam and bounce off of the wall. 
Once his boots made contact with the carpeted floor of your apartment, you took multiple steps back, putting about two feet of distance between the two of you.
"What's wrong, baby? You don't look too happy to see me."
Scoffing harshly, you bit your bottom lip between your teeth as you glared up at him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Beating on my goddamn door like you've lost your mind. Thought you were caught up in something? That just goes to show that all you do is fucking lie. You bitch." 
Yo just looked at you with his face scrunched up. He was clearly irritated with your antics, especially the name-calling. Kicking off his boots, he began to walk towards you. 
"Stop fucking being difficult, Y/N. You know, baby, if you missed me and wanted some dick, all you had to do was ask nicely." 
He said in that irritating, condescending tone that he always uses when talking to those that he feels are beneath him. You being one of those. Even though you're a pro-hero just like he is. 
Not believing what you were hearing, your mouth dropped open. You could feel the blood begin to rise in your ears, loud and whooshing against your skull. 
A dry chuckle then left your lips. 
"You think…that all of this is because I want some dick? Trust me, sweetie, if I just wanted some dick I could go get it from any one of your co-workers. A lot of them have been giving me the eye, you know. Especially since you're never around and I just changed up my hero uniform, so the skirt is short-" 
Yo cut you off by grabbing you by the biceps and yanking you towards him, making you stumble and throw your arms out to try to balance yourself before he then slammed you up against the wall. 
"Don't fucking play with me, Y/N. If you know what's good for you, you'll think twice about trying to entertain one of those bastards. Especially-" 
"Especially who? Bakugou? Oh, he'd be my first choice if I were to step out on you." You smirked up at him. 
He snarled. Your smirk widened as you could physically hear him grinding his teeth. 
Yo was quiet for a moment, just glaring at you as you stared right back at him with a bored look on your face. You even went as far as to yawn.
"Yeah, it's not so fun when the rabbit has the gun, huh?" 
He didn't answer, but instead pulled you off of the wall and hoisted you up over his shoulder. A big hand came up and smacked forcefully against your ass. 
"That's alright. I know how to fix you." He chortled darkly, moving away to begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom. 
"I don't want your community ass dick! Put me down, Yo!" 
He just ignored you and kicked open the door to the room. 
"Sure you don't. You always do this shit to get my attention, Y/N. Catch an attitude, start a stupid ass argument, and then I fuck it out of you. Same shit, different goddamn day, baby." 
Yo said after tossing you onto the bed, making your forgotten phone flop onto the floor. He gave it a puzzled look. 
"Oh, so that's why you seemed so surprised to see me. You didn't read my text." 
He chuckled, reaching to grab your hip to flip you over onto your stomach as if you were a pancake. 
Rough hands began to caress your feet, ankles, and legs, all the way up to your inner thighs and bottom of your ass cheeks, just under the hem of your nightdress. 
"No panties? Yeah, you were definitely planning on getting dicked down tonight, you needy little slut." 
SMACK
SMACK 
Your back arched off of the bed at the painful stinging of Yo's slaps. His hands felt heavy as lead as they connected with your soft flesh. 
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
"Where are you going? Thought you liked when I spank you, huh?"
Yo wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you back when you tried crawling up the bed to escape him.
"Stop it, Yo…hurts…" You whined. 
"It hurts, Yo, please stop." He mocked. "Stop being a fucking brat, then."
He grabbed one of your ass cheeks and squeezed hard, making you moan out involuntarily. 
"Moaning like this but you don't want my dick? I bet you're dripping fucking wet for me right now, Y/N. Dare me to check?"
You didn't respond, which prompted Yo to do as he suggested and slip two fingers underneath you between your ass cheeks to get to your slick folds.
"Damn baby, all this for me, yeah? Only me."
He growled. With his large hand, he covered your entire bare pussy and activated his Quirk.
A harsh shiver wracked through your entire body, another soft moan leaving your lips. Yo only pressed harder, moving his fingertips to graze over your clit repeatedly.
"Y-Yo…please, daddy…" You whined, making him smirk down at you. He increased the vibration of his fingers along with rubbing your clit from side to side.
"Say you're sorry for bringing up Bakugou and I might let you feel this fat dick next..." Yo rested his upper body against your back and snaked his free arm under you to hold you up off the bed just a bit.
"No..I'm…n-not sorry. I meant it. Oh fuck!" 
Yo grimaced before grabbing you and flipping you back over onto your back. 
"What did you say?" 
Your e/c eyes were wet with unshed tears as you frowned up at his handsome face. You didn't falter.
"You heard me." 
"I thought I told you that if you know what's good for you, you won't even think about that motherfucker!" He seethed.
"I obviously don't know what's good for me if I'm still fucking around with you!"
Before you knew what was happening, Yo had pinned you to the bed by your throat. Moving between your legs, he used his knees to spread them.
"Yo, stop!"
"Shut up, bitch. You'll learn to stop pissing me off one day."
His belt hit the bed as he undid it, his black pants and underwear soon following it. You tried to pull your legs up, but he surged forward, pushing his hard dick inside you with one thrust.
Head falling back against the soft mattress, you couldn't help but keen as Yo began a rough, fast pace. He gripped your calf to pull you closer and stretch you open wider for him.
"Yes, Yo…right there! I'm going to cum!" 
Yo grunted in response, trying to hold back from cumming himself.
"Yeah, baby? My fingers got you all ready to cum on my dick? Let it go then, oh shit." 
He sped up even more, making your free breasts bounce outside of your nightgown and the headboard hit the wall. It already had a small dent in it from your previous heated romps, but neither of you seemed to care very much.
It could be painted over once you moved out.
"Oh God, I…!" 
Your release splashed against Yo's pelvis and drenched the sheets beneath you.
"Ah, fuck. Yeah, made that little pussy squirt, huh? Stay still for me, baby. I'm about to nut." 
Your eyes widened. "Yo, no. You're not wearing a condom and I haven't replaced my NuvaRing yet!" 
It had been out for five days now while you waited on your doctor to send in a new prescription. 
That didn't stop him. Either he was too deep into his impending orgasm to hear you, or he was flat out ignoring you. 
"Yo!"
"SHIT! AGHH!" 
Blind fury clouded your vision while Yo's was clouded for a completely different reason altogether.
"Damn…" He breathed out, making sure to stay deep inside you until he was finished cumming.
Once you got your bearings, you sat up abruptly, making Yo stumble back onto his elbows. He sucked his teeth once he saw your angered face. 
"What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't want to have my baby?"
"Yo, we're both in our early 20's at the height of our hero careers. We're nowhere near ready for a damn baby!" 
The raven-haired man was about to respond until a soft, vibrating sound silenced the both of you.
You slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed, searching for the source of the noise.
Bending down, you surveyed the floor briefly. Your forgotten cell phone lay halfway underneath the bed.
It's not your phone going off. 
Yo could've been mistaken for a ghost; you watched his face blanch white while he patted the pockets of his discarded pants searching for the missing device.
A race against time, but you spotted it first.
With the rectangular device being tangled in your covers, Yo almost knocked you off the bed trying to get to it, but you were way faster than him. It was already in your hand.
tatas💕: my appointment is at 3pm tomorrow. are you going to be able to make it?
You scrunched your nose and swatted Yo's hand away while reading the text.
"Appointment? What is this about, and why does Tatami need you there?"
Cold e/c eyes turned to stone while you watched Yo fidget nervously. This is one of the only times you've seen him like this; the other when he asked you out for the first time.
"Y/N…do you love me?"
"What kind of question is that, Yo? If I didn't, would I still be with you?"
"Unconditionally?"
Your nose scrunched. Something isn't right…
You knew all about Tatami. Yo's ex-girlfriend from high school. He told you that he broke it off during their third year because she was becoming too clingy. You'd even met her once, when you had a joint mission with her agency.
"Yes…"
"Say you'll never leave me?"
Oh hell no. He was asking too many questions now.
"What did you do, Yo? Huh?!" 
He just hung his head. His phone vibrated again in your hand. 
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Everything that I've been doing is all bad
I've got a chick on the side
With the crib and the ride 
I've been telling you so many lies 
Aint none good, it's all bad
And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long 
Girl I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that 
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"Everytime you called my phone, I wasn't at the agency working overtime…I..I was with Tatami."
A long, loud sigh left your lips. Your free hand came up, knuckles resting against your forehead.
I don't want to look, but I know I have to…
"Y/N.." Yo warned.
new message
"Y/N, please, baby…"
tatas💕: i know the doctor said that we won't know the sex until about 20 weeks, but i can't help being so excited! we're possibly going to have a little yo running around soon! 👶🏻
Your grip on the phone tightened. 
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If I could turn back the hands of time 
And start all over I would
Instead of everything being all bad, baby
Everything'll be all good
I know today is the day that I end all the lying and the playing and the bullshit, girl 
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"Y/N, I'm sorr-" 
WHAM!
Your knuckles that you'd been resting against your forehead went across Yo's face at the speed of light. You punched him hard as hell in his face, making him tumble over and off the foot of the bed. The sight would've been hilarious if you weren't so fucking pissed.
"I knew I was right…." You chuckled. "I fucking knew it. You knew that she was pregnant, too. You've known for months."
Yo looked up at you with big, watery eyes full of regret. Almost like he was a different person entirely. 
One hand clutched his throbbing cheek. You'd hit him so hard that his lower lip busted. His perfect face would soon be discolored black and blue, across his forehead, nose (that was also bleeding now), and right eye.
"I'm sorry! Baby, I'm sorry!" 
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YO! YOU'RE ONLY SORRY BECAUSE YOU GOT FUCKING CAUGHT!"  You raged. You lunged off the bed at him and started hitting him everywhere, as hard as you could. You even grabbed two handfuls of his black hair and yanked his head around.
Yo finally grabbed your arms and pinned them against your chest. You'd grown exhausted, so you just let yourself fall against his naked chest.
A bitter chuckle, then the tears, hot and angry. You couldn't hold them any longer as you looked up at Yo, staring at his swollen, beaten face.
"You're so fucking ugly when you cry. What the fuck are you crying for, huh? I'm the one that got cheated on. Lied to, played with, manipulated." 
"Not only did you fucking lie to me and cheat on me, but you fucked around and got the bitch pregnant, too. This has got to be a joke."
Yo slowly crawled up from the floor with you in his arms, blood dripping down his nose and lip, staining the carpet, then the bedsheets while you covered your face with your hands and sobbed. 
He cradled you gently and laid his head against yours, lips kissing at the temples.
"Baby, please…we can work this out. I don't love her. I love you, but I…I still want to be there for the baby…"
Your brokenhearted wails only increased in volume.
"Don't cry, baby. I promise I'll be here for you and our baby, too."
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Three Months Later 
Yo made good on his word to be there for you.
Shortly after his "confession", you found out that you were pregnant as well.
Tatami is currently six months along, while you're only three.
Turns out that all of this was a part of Yo's twisted plan. 
Instead of your late birth control being due to your doctor's or the pharmacy's incompetence, it was Yo who called the doctor's office pretending to be your husband and had them cancel your refill request. 
Yo then demanded suggested that you take time off from hero work while you were carrying his child, which you slightly agreed with, but still did so with reluctance.
You don't know how he did it, but you guessed being one of the top 20 heroes carried with it a lot of weight for him to be able to take off enough to make it to all of yours and Tatami's appointments.
He even moved you out of your apartment and into his. Into your own room. 
The reason that you had your own room was because Tatami ended up losing her apartment due to being out of work, so Yo moved her in as well. 
With the way that the living arrangements had been set up, you and Tatami might as well have been sister wives.
To attempt to keep things "fair" between the both of you, Yo would designate certain nights where either of you would get to sleep in the room with him. So neither of you would feel neglected by him.
His heart was in the right place, wasn't it? 
Even when you could clearly hear the whispered moans and soft creaking of the bed from Yo's room on Tatami's nights.
No matter how you tried to make yourself not hear it. 
Yo didn't want you stressing out, he claimed, so he bought you many expensive gifts and gadgets to help you get a good night's rest.
None of them worked. 
Not when the walls in that apartment were paper thin.
Many nights you cried and raged to yourself. 
Obviously all of that stress wasn't healthy for the baby.
Which leads you to today.
A pair of dark sunglasses hiding your eyes along with a long trench coat and hat to conceal the rest of your persona.
They were loud and jarring as you walked in, but your world had gone numb three months ago. Now you were trapped inside your own world as you stepped up three flat steps into a white, brick building. 
A ghost clutching a brown clipboard only made the atmosphere even gloomier before whisking you away from the judgemental eyes and into a plainly decorated room with blue walls.
She read over the papers first then handed the clipboard to you, one more questioning look being shot your way. 
You just gave a simple nod.
—-
"You have reached the voicemail box of L/n, Y/n. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"
BEEP.
Yo sighed heavily and put his head in his hands before standing up to walk out of your completely barren bedroom.
Before he closed the door, he whispered softly,
"Why, Y/n?" 
Your location on his phone showed him exactly where you were.
—-
Gotta make that move 
Find somebody who
Appreciates all the love I give
Boy, I gotta 
Gotta do what's best for me
Baby and that means I gotta shake you off
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a/n: i think this piece was a pretty strong start to the series! i'm really proud of it! stay tuned, there's plenty more bullshit to come!
*remember, if you get angry enough at your partner that you feel like wanting to put your hands on them, just walk away! 
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kingkatsuki · 1 year
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Fisting | Shindou Yo x Reader
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𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲
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Kinktober masterlist.
I know fisting isn’t everyones cup of tea, but I couldn’t get the thought of Shindou fisting you while using his quirk out of my head so here you go.💕
Summary: Shindou loves finding new ways to pleasure you in the bedroom. 
Pairing: Shindou Yo x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, PWP, fisting, Shindou uses his quirk on you, squirting, gapes, multiple orgasms.
Word Count: 1.5k.
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“So fucking pretty like this, sweet girl.” Shindou hummed as he pumped three fingers in and out of your sloppy pussy. The squelch of your slick was prolific in the air but neither of you seemed to mind, the sound goading him on as he watched your hips roll to meet his thrusts, “Think you can take one more?”
You nodded obediently, ignoring the dull ache in your abdomen as you focused on the way his calloused pads dragged against your slick walls.
“Yeah? Think you can—” Shindou raised his pinky from where it was tucked against his palm to slide it into your wet cunt, groaning at how easily you sucked him in, “Good fucking girl. Would you look at that.”
Shindou curled his fingers at the knuckle to press against the spongy spot inside you as you gasped in pleasure, your slick dribbling down his fingers and pooling in the palm of his hand. The mess glistened against the lowlights of your bedroom as you tried to mimic his movements, shifting your hips to try and mimic his movements.
“So messy,” He mumbled more to himself as he watched you shamelessly fuck yourself on his fingers, shamelessly searching for your own pleasure as your thick lashes fluttered.
“Yo, more—” Your fingers grasped the sheets beneath you as the pleasure continued to build, the coil inside you twisting tighter with each flick of his wrist as your vision became blurry from the tears beading in your lash line.
“More?” Shindou feigned shock as he wiggled his fingers inside your stretched walls, feeling them flutter around him as he gave you a coy smile, “Greedy little thing, aren't you?”
“Please,” You whimpered, your bottom lip jutting out as you looked down at the man between your thighs.
“Not sure if you can take more, princess. You already look pretty full to me.” He met your gaze with a sly grin, deliberately fucking his fingers into you for emphasis as the crude squelch filled the room.
“Yo, please. I promise I can-” You were delirious now, the only thought in your mind was the throb between your thighs. An intense fire that was roaring inside you that you wanted to extinguish, desperate to satiate the desire that continued to build the more his experienced fingers worked your needy cunt.
“Yeah?” He cooed, feigning sympathy as he gave you a soft smile, “You promise?”
You nodded pathetically in response as your walls flexed around him. Shindou pressed his thumb tight to his palm as he pushed his fingers deeper, watching more of his hand slowly begin to disappear inside your stretched hole. Pushing forward until just his wrist was visible as he began to close his hand into a fist, pressing his soaked fingers into his palm as you shamelessly rolled your hips into his touch from the sensation.
“Oh fuck,” Shindou watched you take his entire fist as he moved his free hand to lay flat against your pelvis, feeling himself stretching your body apart as he groaned. “Remember— You’re the one that asked for this, sweetheart.”
You squealed as you felt him activate his quirk. The shrill vibrations coursed through your body hard and fast as his fist pressed against your slick walls, directly against the spongy spot inside you as you jolted in surprise. Your thighs thrashed against the bed as Shindou curled himself over you, holding your body down to stop you from wriggling out of his grip.
“You were the one saying ‘more, more'” His lips curled into a condescending pout as he tried to mimic the sound of your voice, moving his fist as much as he could inside your tight heat, “You like it, don’t lie. I can feel you clamping down around me.”
“Yo,” You cried out, feeling the vibrations echoing throughout your body as the coil inside you was close to snapping.
“There we go,” He cooed, pressing his other thumb against your clit as he began to rub soft circles against it as you keened beneath him, “Is that better?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You chanted, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of your bliss.
“Don’t fight it.” Shindou groaned, watching as your face contorted in pleasure as you finally found your release.
You cried out as your climax surged through you, the intense vibrations making it difficult to come down from your high as you continued to writhe beneath him. Shindou refused to allow you a moment of respite as he continued to twist his wrist as his fist vibrated inside your trembling walls.
“Oh shit, sweetheart.” His eyes were focused between your thighs as he felt you clench around his fist, “Come on, I know you’ve got one more in there for me.”
“It’s too much, Yo.” You gasped, white spots blanking your vision from your last intense climax as the shrill vibrations continued coursing through your body, “I can’t—”
“Don’t be like that, pretty girl.” Shindou leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against the side of your breast, “I know you can do it, for me?”
“Fuck,” You cried out, thinking that your body would begin to numb to his vibrations after your first climax, but instead everything seemed to feel that much more intense.
You felt so full, Shindou’s fist pressed firmly against the spongy spot inside you as each slight cant of your hips had you closer to another earth-shattering orgasm. Pearly wet tears began to cling to your lashes as you tried feebly to blink them back, your hand slipping beneath your thighs to wrap around his forearm as his teeth nipped at your breast in warning.
“Come on, pretty. Just one more, yeah?” An odd sensation was beginning to brew in your abdomen as your toes began to curl. Your lips parted in a constant moan which was distorted by the vibrations running through your body as you felt yourself dancing on the edge of your release.
“I feel funny,” You managed to mumble out as you felt yourself finally succumb to pleasure, Shindou’s fist vibrating inside your tight cunt as your hips jolted beneath him.
“Holy fuck,” You gasped as you cried out his name, clear liquid began to squirt from between your thighs as it covered Shindou’s forearm and crotch as he howled in pleasure. Watching with glee as you squirted all over him, your walls pulsing around his hand as he continued to fist you through your release.
“That’s it,” He groaned, watching as more clear liquid continued to seep from between your thighs, “Look at my messy girl,”
“Oh my god, Yo, please. I can’t—” You pleaded with him, certain your cunt was numb from how hard he’d made you cum. The vibrations began to dull the pleasure as the last final squirts of your release left your body and soaked into his skin. Both of your hands moved between your thighs to wrap around his wrist as the vibrations began to surge through your forearms, trying to pull him away from your spent cunt.
“Okay, okay, okay.” You felt Shindou grin against your breast as he finally stopped his quirk, the sound of vibrations leaving the room as he stayed buried fist deep inside of you.
“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Your hands were still wrapped around his wrist as he flexed his palm, your walls pulsing around him as you whined low in your throat from the overstimulation.
“Oh, fuck.” Shindou groaned as he slowly began to pull his fist back from your slick cunt, watching as the moisture that had pooled against his palm began to dribble down onto the sheets beneath you as he moved his hand back.
“Look at that fucking gape, holy shit.” Shindou moved his hands to spread your cunt apart, watching the way your walls winked at him as they tried to tempt him back in. Your tight cunt left gaping as he leaned back to admire the view, “Such a pretty girl.”
“You didn’t need to fist me to make me cum using your quirk, Yo.” Your eyes were wide as you stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving as you tried to come down from your high, “I think I’m numb.”
“Aww, my poor baby.” He nipped the fat of your breast before deliberately squeezing the other with his hand covered in your release, the wet sensation causing you to squeal as you tried to inch away from him, ignoring his roaring laughter as he flicked your taut nipple.
“I know, but it was more fun this way, wasn’t it?” He grinned.
“You asshole,” You pouted beneath him as you shoved his hand away.
“Guess we both need to shower now, huh?” He motioned to the large stain you’d left against his grey sweatpants and the sheets beneath him. 
“I’m going to shower, you can change the sheets.” You scoffed, secretly hoping he’d join you in the shower anyway.
“How about– I’ll change the sheets after you suck my dick.” He gave you a cocky smirk that had you rolling your eyes.
“Yo,” You laughed playfully as he grabbed the backs of your knees, pulling you against his body on the bed as you felt the sheets damp against your back as they stuck to your skin, “You’re shameless.”
“Yeah? But you love me though,”
“Maybe I do.” You smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
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