#mito x reader

S/o is absurdly powerful

Uchiha Madara

​🌑​Now, Madara isn't opposed at all to a woman who can stand up to him. It gets his blood boiling in all the right ways as he would enjoy himself someone with whom he can play fire with. There is a catch to it all though. He can respect power but only as long as the odds are at maximum even between the both of you. Yet one can only imagine that there is someone out there stronger than even him or his friend Hashirama. Obviously alliances are offered to you from everyone as your powers are desired from all. Madara answers with typical Uchiha violence known in the times of war as he understands what is at stake. In his mind perhaps it also makes the most sense for you to align yourself with his clan and eventually the Leaf Village after peace has been made between the Uchiha and the Senju. After all they are the strongest and for that have the most to offer to you. If he figures out that anyone else has made a similar offering to you he might just request a fight where your alliance is at stake. It is very much reminiscent of the way knights would battle for the hand of a princess and in some violent ways perhaps it is. If you are the price, he won't back down in either case.

🌑After having handled matters in a more civilised manner where he specifically followed Hashira's pleads to not start a war with any newly formed villages already and has silenced anyone who wanted your loyalty sworn to their village, you ultimately decide to join the Leaf Village. That's when another silent war breaks out though as now the Senju and Uchiha clan start their own battle of whom gets to wed you to one of their own. Here is where Madara gets possessive now, even when in company of his friend Hashirama who is considered as an option for you to marry. After all he is the one who fought of quite literally those who pursued you with similar goals. He spilled blood in your name whilst Hashirama didn't go to such grand measurements in favor of peaceful conversations. In Madara's eyes that is already proof enough that he is more suited as he could offer you the more intense and passionate love. He has made peace but he still has his pride and he would very much like for the Uchiha to be the ones that can boast about you being one of them. He doesn't leave that even up to discussion. He makes his point clear to Hashirama who backs off for him as a good friend.

🌑You probably end up being the pride of the clan yet simultaneously you end up being closely monitored by the Uchiha at the same time. They want the power but they also need the control over you to ensure that you stay an Uchiha, something you are bound to notice. That's where Madara stands up fiercely and defends you. He hates being chained down just as much and he has firsthand experience with the persistence of especially the elder warriors in his clan. Deep down he has considered some of their fears as well but he would rather express them in different matters which would only end alienating you from them. Matters have to be approached in a different manner as you aren't just simply an enemy anyone from his clan could just take on, you're too powerful for that. Even he would greatly struggle and he doesn't know if he would emerge victorious if he were to clash with you. At times it might silently torment him but it is impossible not to respect the sheer power that you possess. Nevertheless though, he is very much ready to show you off as he has every reason to be proud of the fact that you are his wife and that you will eventually be the one to carry his heir.

Senju Hashirama

🌳​Where everyone else would only approach with fear and caution, Hashirama approaches with amazement and genuine excitement. He's in pure awe when he finds out abour your limitless abilities. It's perhaps strange for you to meet someone like him as you are most likely used to people only desiring you as a weapon in times of war. Hashirama somehow senses instinctively that you are not a person to be scared of though hence his friendly introduction. That wariness though is something he immediately knows where to place though the moment it flickers across your face. Sometimes it is hard to forget with his enthusiastic and friendly attitude that Hashirama has been on battlefields since he was only a little child. Though he may not know your past yet he understands that you must be far too familiar with people wanting to use you to gain more influence and power. So he decides to not pressure nor threaten you even if his own clan calls him naive for it. He should push more and make you offers to convince you that his clan and eventually the village he builds is the best option but Hashirama refuses. He gives you a choice which you never had before and that is ultimately what makes you accept.

🌳The moment you do join, he starts being slightly overwhelming. He visits your house to inform himself how you are settling in, he inquires constantly how you are feeling and if there is anything he can do to help you be more comfortable. It starts out as very sincere actions born from his natural friendliness. It turns over time though in the smothering obsession you eventually get used to. Through it all though Hashirama always only wants the best for you even if he is being far more pushy than he probably has any right to be. He doesn't take any hits to his own ego when someone questions him if he believes that you might be even stronger than he is. Instead he talks much rather how amazing your abilities are and just what a kind heart you actually have despite a childhood that consisted only of being abused as a weapon and fighter on the battlefields. In his eyes you are a strong and beautiful woman and that even without all the powers that you hold. His clan heavily tries to push the marriage onto you, especially since Hashirama's spilling fondness is more than obvious. He shields you from that only to ask you the next day the same thing, only with less force and more sincerity.

🌳He doesn't let you fight though, all the more if you yourself don't wish to do so anymore. He doesn't care if others accuse you of being disloyal to the Leag Village and the Senju clan. He doesn't even care when his own younger brother scolds him harshly for his ridiculous need to shield you. You are the last person who would ever go down on the battlefield, not with the abilities that you have. But it isn't about the physical strength to Hashirama. He knows that you would always be the last person to still stand. It is your mental strength that he worries about and the reason why he never calls you into shinobi duties. You have spend your life fighting and killing, only being used as a weapon and he refuses to demand the same thing from you. Your powers can be used in other ways to help the village outside of spilling blood and if that should be your wish then he respects it. He has promised you a happy life where you would never have to turn into the version of yourself that only knew how to kill and not how to live. He'd rather go out and fight himself then ever order it from you. You have fought long enough already. Now you deserve a happy life and he will provide it for you.

Senju Tobirama

🌊You can't expect the same warm welcome that you would receive from someone like his older brother. Tobirama is the polar opposite of Hashirama and that for good reasons. Otherwise his brother with his far too big heart would probably let about anyone join the newly formed village. Tobirama on the other hand doesn't just allow you to be part of the village. He normally demands a thorough review on your past as well as what skills you would bring if you plan to be a shinobi. It's your sheer display of power that causes an immediate tumult though which he is forced to put on a leash before everyone loses their mind. Some people mutter that you are too powerful and that you could potentially overthrow everything that is currently being build. Most vote for you to join as the consequences qould be dire if they were to reject and you were to join another village. The stronger the shinobi in the Leaf Village, the easier other nations will bow their heads. They already have the Senju and the Uchiha with them, the two arguably most powerful clans. With you no one would ever dare to go against them. Tobirama understands both sides and that you most likely won't wait forever for them to argue it out.

🌊The benefit would be greater for you to become part of the village and so you are allowed to join. That doesn't mean by far though that Tobirama has let you off the hook already. He keeps surveillance on you. He doesn't trust you fully yet. Now, he is never one to just trust any stranger but it has to be said that your sheer power plays an additional part in it all. You aren't just someone that even someone like him could easily stop. If you turn out to be a traitor or if you have any malicious intentions at all, casualities would be immense. That is something Tobirama has to avoid if the worst case scenario should ever happen. So he has a team of only the best monitoring you all the time for any suspicious behavior. Eventually you admit to him one time that you find it sort of cute how little he trusts you due to him constantly spying on you. He takes quiet but deeply personal offense. Not because you found out and didn't tell him. More because he spots a gap in the plan he himself came up with to always keep an eye for you. Clearly his plan wasn't good enough if you still ended up noticing it. You only telling him much later is still the cherry on top because now he feels mocked.

🌊It's begrudging respect that eventually turns into an obsession. Your skills are to be feared but for someone like Tobirama who constantly tries to invent new techniques and jutsu, it is also unintentionally a gold mine he struck. It is very common at one point that both of you spend days together figuring out correct hand signs for a new jutsu and that you perform whilst he watches and scribbles everything down on scrolls for research. You become a research partner and he acknowledges that you help his research a lot. Discussions of marriage have always been present but he stands up eventually and announces that he is going to be the one who will marry you, shutting up the discussions of who of the two brothers would suit you better. It's only logical in his mind as he knows how to properly utilise your abilities whilst someone like Hashirama would most likely only end up coddling you. As someone who always has to consider the chances of risk though, Tobirama starts working on a sealing technique that can be used against you to weaken you if a day should come where it would ever be needed. Whether that is for the safety of the village or the safety of the marriage.

Uzumaki Mito

🦊​Mito is part of a powerful clan herself and happens to be the first jinchuriki for the nine-tailed fox. She too is a woman of immense power for that just like you are. Yet she too has to consider wariness when first presented with an outsider to her village. She is a woman loyal to her duties so your sudden appearance and the powers you bring have to be carefully observed before she can determine whether you are a threat or a potential ally. She exhibits still a quiet and composed appearance even then as she is neither overly friendly nor overly hostile. She is calm. She asks questions and she answers yours too. The moment it is determined that you hold no ill will and wish to join the village though, she sees no reason to reject. After all someone as powerful as you should be an ally and not an enemy and she warns those who still hesitate that consequences would be far worse if you were to join another village and they should start a war with you by their side. The Leaf Village has strong shinobi, some of the strongest even, yet if unnecessary blood can be kept from spilling she will support for you to become part of the village and join the ranks of a shinobi.

🦊She is a constant presence in your life, though not anywhere close to being as insistent as Hashirama would be. It is quite simple really. She spoke up for you so she naturally believes that it falls in her duty to ensure that you settle in well and that her trust in you doesn't end up being misplaced. She listend calmly when you have something to tell her and she offers advice and help in the ways that she can. She isn't one to coddle you either though. With powers comes responsibilities and whilst she doesn't necessarily believes that you have to fight other villages to prove your loyalty she is of the belief that you should use your skills in some ways to help the village thrive. Perhaps a bit of a unique view as most other people would send you out where currently conflict over borders and territories arise but she receives support from Hashirama in her opinion. The choice is ultimately left up to you but Mito imagines that with a past where others mostly desired to use you as their best weapon you would appreciate using your powers in non-violent ways and still help save lives. It's this demeanor that is neither too coddling nor too harsh that has you rely on her as much as you do.

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Christian watched as you slept peacefully. The way your chest rose and fell softly was hypnotizing, he felt like he could watch you like this forever.Your eyes fluttered open and found his almost instantly. He leaned in, “Good morning lovely.” he said with a smile while pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled before your face scrunched up, “Oh for fucks sake!” you said with anger in your voice before you quickly got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. 

Christian sat up, looking at the shut bathroom door with confusion. He pulled the covers back to follow after you then he saw it. A little puddle of blood staining the sheets on your side. Oh. On one hand, he understood why you felt the way you did. On the other, he knew you were going to feel bad and embarrassed as you two had just gotten comfortable staying at each other's apartments. Christian stood up quickly and stripped the bed, tossing the comforter into the dryer and the sheets into the wash. He remade the bed just in time for you to reemerge from the bathroom. As expected, your eyes never met him and your cheeks were burning red. 

You tried to move past him, “I’m um… I’m gonna go home.” you said, picking up your sweatshirt quickly.

“No you’re not.” Christian said. He gently tugged you back to the bed where you noticed the different sheets. 

“I’m really sorry about the sheets… I can buy new ones…” you mumbled.

Christian shook his head, “Absolutely not. What you can do is get back in bed and order everything you want and need while I go get my heating pad from the living room.” he said, pushing his phone into your hand. 

You refused to sit down, “My underwear still has blood on it…” you whispered.

Christian thought for a second before running into his closet and bringing you back a pair of underwear. You looked at him with confusion as you took them from him, “When I modeled for Calvin Klein I got some for you but wasn’t really sure how to give underwear as a gift without looking weird or like I had ulterior motives…” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled softly, taking them from him, “Thank you.” you said sincerely. You moved to go back to the bathroom before Christian stopped you again, handing you clothes that were sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I thought you might want these? They're comfy and clean.” he said. You could see it on his face; he wasn’t exactly sure what to do in this situation but he was trying and it made your heart melt. 

“Thank you… I’ll um, I’ll be right back.” you said, shuffling into the bathroom. You changed, setting his phone down on the countertop. You heard it buzz and looked over, it was a text from his mom.

Mom - 9:26 AM 

Make sure she eats well and gets plenty of rest, water too! Whatever she wants, get it for her. A relaxing day is all she needs :) 

You wanted to cry at how sweet Christian is. You had never met his mom but the fact that she knew of you, and the fact that he cared enough to text his mom and ask how to properly care for you made you absolutely sick with love. You emerged from the bathroom to Christian sitting on the bed, you made your way to him before engulfing him in a hug. 

He hugged you back, “My clothes look good on you.” he mumbled into the crook of your neck with a smirk before giving your ass a light smack.

You chuckled before handing him his phone, “Your mom texted you… I um ordered some stuff, I’ll pay you back.” you said, holding onto one of his hands.

“If you pay me back I swear to god…” he joked. “I ordered us your favorite so we don’t have to cook.” he smiled at you.

“Can we stay in bed until it gets here?” you asked.

“Of course!” he said, pulling the comforter back before laying the heating pad on your abdomen and pulling the blanket back over you. He slid back into the bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. 

“I’m sorry for fucking up the weekend… I know you wanted to go to the beach… and I ruined your sheets and it's all so gross…” you sighed, feeling guilty and shameful.

“Hey,” he tilted your chin up to look at him, “One - It’s not gross. It’s healthy and normal. Two - I own a washing machine, the sheets will be fine. And three -  The weekend isn’t fucked because all I wanted this weekend was to be around you, beach or not.” he said confidently. 

You searched his eyes for any sign of disappointment but all you saw was love. You kissed him gently before snuggling back into him.

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“Baby?... Baby!” Christian said, shaking you slightly. 

Your eyes fluttered open, you looked at him and noticed his softer eyes and more sullen look. “Mito!” you said as you stretched your arms, pulling him down into a hug.

You felt him smile against your neck, “The food and stuff is here, I set it all up in the living room. Your products are in the bathroom.” he said, pulling away slightly. He picked up a glass of water from the side table before handing you two pills “Ibuprofen… for the pain.” he said.

You took them both before walking to the bathroom and using a proper sanitary product because the emergency toilet paper pad was not gonna cut it long term. You walked into the living room where Mito sat on the couch, giving you a soft smile. He held the remote out to you, “Whatever you wanna watch.” he said, pulling you down so your legs rested across his lap and you could lean into his chest. 

You ate and watched random movies for hours, Mito surprising you with chocolate and other sweets he knew you enjoyed. You felt yourself starting to drift off again as he held his large, warm hand over your lower stomach. “Thank you for today…” you mumbled, “I love you so much…” you whispered before slipping off into dreamland. 

Mito froze before he looked down at you with big doe eyes, he kissed your forehead, “We love you too.” he replied for all of them. It was the first time either of you had said that to each other after just a few months of dating but he knew with his whole heart that he felt nothing but love for you.

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Naboo's Note:

Going outside isn't really your main thing; you want more to just stay indoors than outdoors.

It's not like you dislike going outside of your home, no, but the crowd of people always gets to you. Moreover, how people would like to stare. Sure, they meant no ill intent, but you still couldn't help but feel like they judged.

And so, you prefer to be at home.

Still, despite this, you found yourself taking daily walks on the path you found by a nearby forest. You never reached the end of the path, yet the trees, but you still couldn’t help but feel as if they did.

Yet, it doesn’t stop you from going on walks in the nearby forest, as it is rarely entered by other people, as they prefer going to more open spaces. Good for you, you thought.

Additionally, you sometimes bring small, packed snacks with you whenever you feel hungry mid-walk. And it was one of those days you felt like bringing some.

After a little more walking through the forest, you took out the packed snack you had, opened it, and started to pick out a few to eat.

Then, you heard something.

A muffled—yet somehow loud—sound.

“Caw!”

It made you freeze on your steps with the suddenness of the sound.

What the hell? You thought.

From a distance, a single crow watched, gazing as if looking directly at you.

Or was it looking at your food?

Thinking, “Why not?” You slowly placed down a few pieces of your snack on the ground. You thought that maybe, just maybe, the crow would come down and take them.

And of course, your actions were understood by the bird.

The bird cawed, flying down until it landed just a few meters from the snacks on the ground before looking at you, then back at the snacks, then back at you.

You didn't know why, but why did it feel like the crow was questioning you if this was all right? Alright for it to take the snack?

I just nodded for it to take them, as well as taking a few steps back, just in case it was why it wasn't taking the snacks immediately.

In the end, the crow cawed again before hopping towards the snacks, eating them one by one.

“It ate them so quickly…” You thought to yourself, thinking about giving it another piece, as I ate one for myself.

As if hearing your thoughts, it looked up at you and cawed.

But before you could throw another in its direction, it flew up towards you before finding itself a spot on your shoulder.

Scooting closer, it stared at your hand, then at you, and back at your hand.

Does it want another one? You thought, but not before long, the crow cawed and grabbed a snack from the bag instead.

“Okay…” you sighed, letting the crow eat on your shoulder.

So, this is your life now, huh?

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The crow didn't make another sound until it realized you were going home.

It cawed at you for a good minute as you walked back from where you came from, screaming as if you had offended it by not going further into the forest.

“Sorry, not my place for rest,” I said as if I thought the crow would respond—but from the way it responded made you feel like it does—you continued to go back.

You didn't stop until the crow suddenly started pecking at you as if trying to catch your attention.

Cursing, you stopped to look at the bird square in its face and spoke, “Alright, what do you damn want, you damn bird…” I sneered.

The crow cawed and flew over to your hand and pointed its beak—or more like stared—at your pocket.

“What…?” You muttered until you thought what it might be pointing—or looking—at.

You always kept a dice in your pocket as an item to fidget or play with during walks. It's just some random item that's easy to hold and touch, and you do know it has a short shimmer in it, but why—or how—would this crow know of the dice inside your pocket?

Giving in, you pulled out the dice from your pocket with your other hand.

“This thing? You want this?” I sighed, showing the item to the crow.

It looked at it for a moment, cawed, and then took the dice with its beak and flew off.

You watched as the crow flew with your dice and sighed, “Not even saying thank you…” you uttered before going back to the path to your humble abode.

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The next rolled by, and you found yourself more tired than before, and you had no reason why. Absolutely no clue.

You were thankful that it was a weekend, so you wouldn't have too many things for the day. But you still have to get up for the day, you thought to yourself.

Once again, you got up and started to do the regular things you do on weekends—with minor laziness because you do not want to do them—before immediately sinking back onto your bed.

You weren’t kidding when you said you were tired.

But just as you could close your eyes for a small nap, you heard something tapping against the window… The very window by your bed.

“The fuck…?” you thought to yourself, eyes lightly peeling open to see whatever was making the sound.

It was… A bird? A crow, specifically.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me…” You muttered in disbelief, “You're the crow from yesterday,” you said as the crow attempted to prop itself onto the frame of your closed window.

But, despite your current surprise, you opened the window and let the crow fly inside before finding it on your bed.

Huffing, you shook your head at the crow, “Real smart… Entering my home and immediately finding yourself on my bed…” you joked as you approached the crow, who seemed more approachable than yesterday.

It seemed to have lightened up to you, you thought to yourself, before soon noticing something in its beak.

“What do you have there?” You asked the crow as if it could speak back. The bird then looked at you, then dropped something onto the bed, but as you went closer to inspect the item, the crow flew out the window once more.

“So, it just has some drop-off to do…” You huffed before looking back at the item.

A bone—an animal bone, the crow dropped a bone. Yet, somehow, it felt endearing.

Crows tend to leave things for humans who have a special interest in them. They're hoarders and gift-givers of animals, so it was natural.

“How cute…” You muttered almost to nobody as you rotated the bone with your fingers before placing it on top of your mini-shelf.

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After that, the crow returned once every few days to drop off some sort of item to you, something it had found whilst scouring the land from the skies, no doubt.

But they never cease to surprise you.

It could vary from daily items dropped by people in their daily lives or exercises, and some were even items that could be worth more than an average find of an animal.

What started as you randomly feeding a crow turned into you meeting the same animal every day, like the two of you had decided that, yes, these are your lives now.

Well, that is, until you started noticing a few things. Unusual ones at times.

Sometimes, you felt like something—or someone—is watching you, and sometimes in the corner of your sight, you would see a… Person? But it could just be your imagination after living alone for god knows how long. Yet, on another note, it felt like it was actually someone looking at you.

But how could someone with wings even exist?

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Well, it all changed a few weeks later when someone decided to pay a little visit.

You just came back from your daily walk, somehow weirded out on how you didn’t see your trusty ol’crow on the way back.

Entering your home, you noticed a few things that weren't there before you left.

Items are misplaced, and some are placed in areas you don’t place them in.

You were starting to think someone broke into your home, but with most items just misplaced rather than missing, you weren’t really sure.

But then, you noticed them.

Feathers.

Black, silky feathers.

And you immediately thought of the crow you kept seeing.

“Well, shit,” you cursed before hearing movement from your room.

Welp, someone is definitely in your house, and has possibly got the bird you have been seeing.

Grabbing a kitchen knife, you slowly walked towards your room, possibly having to fend off whoever or whatever decided to enter your home.

But as you entered the room, you found… What were you even looking at?

A man with wings protruding from his back, staring outside the window.

As you stepped inside, the man’s wings fluttered before turning towards you.

“Took you long enough…” the man said, now turning his entire body towards you.

“I’m sorry for the mess… My wings can shed a little bit between shifting…” he added, and you just looked at him, dumbfounded.

“What the actual fuck??”

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Later, Mito—the man told you his name to be—tried explaining to you that he was the crow that had been visiting you lately, and that his appearance isn’t something of a cosplay.

“Oh, yeah? Prove it!” you said, pointing the knife in his direction.

“Okay, but put the knife away, you’ll get hurt with that,” Mito said before standing up and shifting back into a crow, cawing at you, then shifting back.

Okay, now you’re at a loss for words again.

Mito noticed this and sighed, reaching into his pockets.

“This might jog your memory,” Mito said before throwing something in your direction.

Catching it, you looked at what he gave.

It was a dice. More specifically, yours, the very same one you once gave to that crow.

“I…” you were about to speak, but Mito stopped you.

“Don’t reason, I kept it ever since the day you gave it…” Mito said, shaking his head.

Looking closer, you notice a few feathers protruding out of his cheekbones and neck, he also had tattoos all over the back of his hand—you figured it goes past his hand and all over his arm.

Just how crazy can your life be?

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Days after, Mito remained by your side—whether as a bird or as a winged man, he follows you.

Although at first, you weary of his watching, he never did anything once he saw what you were doing. Actually, you soon realized the action meant to be his way of protecting you, like a guardian angel.

Whenever Mito senses an upcoming danger your way, he would glide down and seemingly urge you to take another path or way to avoid said danger. You wouldn’t realize the reason until the danger actually happened after you walked past it.

And it wasn’t long either, when you soon found out he had another form, more human, without the wings and feathers all over his features.

It happened when you decided to go to a store not far from your home’s location, closer to the city, but the closest to your home.

You were running out of certain items, and the day was nice enough to give you enough push to go outside. And, of course, Mito changed into a crow and flew above, over you.

You sighed, he never really has anything to do other than follow you like a lost puppy—you said it one time to him, and he got annoyed, although his wings’ movement told you otherwise—but isn’t that how crows are with their humans?

Entering the store, the cashier greeted you with a welcoming tone in their voice.

You greeted back before looking for the items you needed.

Glancing outside, you watched as Mito attempted to fly inside, only to bump himself against the glass windows of the store.

Fighting the urge to laugh, you looked away. Despite being the shape-shifter that he is, he still hasn’t figured out how glasses are.

“Quite a pet you have outside…” Suddenly, a voice called your attention, a man on the other end of the section, seemingly looking for something too.

You didn’t know if he meant you and the crow, so you decided to ignore it.

As you walked away, you decided to quicken your shopping.

Noting the fact that Mito had grown more active outside the store, telling you something.

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By the time you have checked out, the man was also checking out, seemingly glancing your way.

Another red flag.

Walking out of the store, you noticed Mito wasn’t there anymore. Out of all of the times he could’ve disappeared, it had to be now.

But just as you were about to turn and walk, you collided with somebody else.

“Shit- I’m so sorry, I-” You were about to excuse yourself when the person suddenly pulled you closer to him.

“Do you know them?” the man holding you spoke, probably speaking to the man who was going to follow you.

As the moment progresses, you notice in the corner of your eye the man’s hand.

Those tattoos…

It looked eerily like Mito’s.

And just as you heard the other’s footsteps retreat, you immediately pulled away from the man.

“I was calling for you outside…” the man spoke, and his voice confirmed who it could be.

“Mito, I swear to-” you looked to see him, but his appearance was slightly different, no feathers and wings, like a human.

“What? You needed help, did you?” Mito replied with a teasing yet, somehow, annoyed remark.

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Walking back, you couldn’t help but jab at Mito.

“You could’ve told me that you have a more human look…” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“You didn’t ask,” Mito replied, irritating you further. But soon, you still have to thank him for helping you.

“Thanks… By the way…” You muttered, and Mito hummed, “Don’t mention it…”

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After that, Mito now insists that he be with you whenever you need to go out. But he remains in his winged-human form once inside the house.

Looking at Mito, you wonder if there was more to whatever you two have.

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Lying down on your bed, you notice Mito looming over the window by your bed, just watching outside, wings drooped low rather than folded behind his back.

“You know you could leave, right?” you asked, turning your back towards the man, “I’m not forcing you to stay here…”

Mito looked at you for a moment and huffed, wings fluttering as it slightly moved.

“I know,” he said, “But who said I want to leave?” he added before leaving his spot by the window and leaning over one side of the bed.

“I like to be with my human…” he muttered, one of his wings draping over your form like it was doing the one thing he wanted to do with his hands, to hold you.

You froze, turning back towards the winged figure in shock.

Mito seemed to notice this and huffed, shaking his head, “What? Did you think I would hover around humans for no reason?” he asked before lowering himself closer to you.

“I like you, is that not enough for you?” he asked, gazing down at your lips for a moment before maintaining eye contact as if he wanted to kiss you, but didn’t know how you would respond to it.

But you noticed his gaze and, slowly, placed a hand on his cheek.

Mito instinctively leaned further into the hand, like he was waiting for it before looking back at you.

Then slowly, you pressed your lips against his. Soft and careful, like testing the waters.

When you two pulled away, Mito hummed, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Mine…” he muttered, and you chuckled at the word, running your hand along his cheekbone—feeling the feathers along the skin—and up his hair.

“My human,” Mito added before you responded, “And my crow.”

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》 Archiver's Notes: I recall someone commenting wanting more of MITO under my other entry with MITO(Entry No. 026 : Hold), and I haven’t stopped thinking about winged MITO/DPR Ian.

“God. Fucking. Damnit.”

A deep voice rang, looking through the burned house around him, seeing the infamous flag that always seemed to do nothing more than just piss him off everyday he had to see it in front of him. Knowing there was very little he could do. The black flag with a snake symbol on it, wrapped around a dying tree that was the only thing standing left in this small, desolate house. There wasn’t anyone else in there, but their home was destroyed with everything still inside, barely anything standing intact after the burning fire.

The sheriff had tried his hardest to get here in time, smelling the fire and gotten on his favorite horse and rode as fast as he could to get here, already seeing the people try to get his attention while some were injured stopping the wanted outlaw. It was driving him crazy how this person always seemed to get away with ease, right under his nose, yet you were smarter than most outlaws before you, not trying to taunt him. Not going too far to spark up more towns fear, but close enough to where he was questioning even those around him. Because how were you getting away with all of this?

Each crime scene always had a note left behind though the writing was hard to read, making it even harder to link it to anyone's writing, even if they tried to write as fast as the person. The notes would state why the place burned, or even why the person was killed and just left to stay there. It annoyed him because he too wanted to bring these people to justice, but others were fearing for their lives. They were trying to help him figure this out, trying to see why this all started happening and why. It happened around a couple years ago, he first woke up to see someone’s house being set on fire as a warning, now it just became another day with another dead end.

It was driving him insane, how was this person getting away no matter how close he got, even when he was sure he was just right there. But all he could do was look around the damage, seeing the burned remains and trying to get the evidence as best as he could. Trying his hardest and being careful, leaving the taps around for when he comes back to examine yet another scene, looking at the flagpole with anger in his eyes before turning back to the little remains of the doorway. Opening the note to see what was the reason this time. He wanted to understand why, what did this person do that deserves a crime, and will the evidence be plastered along the wall post of the town. Unfolding the familiar texture of the paper and staring at the writing, standing still while hearing the huff sound of his horse.

Name: Junseo Kang, oldest of the Kang family, sent to the outlands because of crimes.

Reason for death: Trafficking dead corpses for the new android models in the city. Tried to kill another family to send another payment.

Sign by: little viper.

Side note: Sorry you didn’t get to see the fun. It was a very interesting scream fest, MITO.

Crumbling the paper in his hands before stuffing it in his pocket, he would use it for tonight's fire, but he needed to go back to the town, and it was going to take him a while to get back there. Softly petting the side of his favorite horse, getting back on and beginning the ride home. This was the fast way to get around in the outlands. The never once dark sky that was filled with multiple colors with the soft rumbles of thunder in the background. The sky was never just one color anymore; it was a mixture of colors like a rainbow, but they were dim for now. Meaning that it was getting dark, and he needed to get home. These attacks never happened during the day or even as a string, they were random. Never on the same day next week, and it always keeps him on edge. But he needed to get back, check on the others, and make sure of his favorite person before sleeping.

He always got home quick if he could, even though he was doing best to get there fast but he knew you, there was never no sleep till around 1am. If anything, he knew you were awake, hiding somewhere or either at your favorite pub just waiting for him to get back home. Even when there were days where he never got back till later, he wondered what he was about to walk into whenever he went, but he had to drop off more things at the station, resting his horse in the stable close by before walking inside the dimly lit office. He was now the only one here, but that was just because he was late getting back, otherwise he would have thanked everyone for coming in as he always does. Walking to the dimly lit desk, he opened the overstuffed drawer before adding the evidence to a new folder, knowing he was gonna have to go over this in the morning before trying to get anything else done. Even just the thought of it was making him tired and annoyed at it, but he always had his favorite person to rely on.

He didn’t want to ride his horse there; he enjoyed walking home when it was dark, no one was really out late because they knew MITO was always awake and looking around. Even if he wasn’t looking, he always seemed to hear everything. He was there even if it wasn’t physically there. But either way, he wasn’t focused on that right now; he wanted to talk to you, and he couldn’t wait much longer. After making sure the place was locked, the alarms were there and ready, and when they were, he walked. He was keeping things to himself while walking to the locked door. Looking around to see if any lights were on that he could see, but there was nothing. Tilting his head slightly, he opened the door as quietly as he could. The house was dim, maybe you were asleep?

Work for you is always tiring. It was barely past midnight, like you were asleep this late. Even if you were that tired, he would hear your sleepy rambles from the door. Since sometimes your room door was never closed all the way, he wanted to call out to you, but he also didn’t want to alert someone in case they were lurking around and trying to find another way to run. So he kept his footsteps slow and quiet, looking around ever so slightly with his one eye while listening with his ears as close as he could, before getting surprised by the bathroom light being turned on, with you standing in the doorway with your pjs on, by the looks of it, you just finished taking a shower and just got done putting on the clothes.

“You look like you were waiting for an attacker to jump out at you. You can turn the lights on Mito, it’s just me in here. No one is breaking into the house of the most notorious sheriff unless they want to die slowly.”

Slowly flipping on the halfway light you could see him just a little, his hat was still on but you could see his face since he had it tilted up more. His shoulders seemed to relax while the wings that were wrapped around him, letting some feathers fall before hiding them away, knowing you would try to tease him with his own loose feather and make sure to never lose it. He didn’t need that when he wanted to come home after a long tiring day and needed to figure it out. But he also took it off, setting it down on the table with the mysterious eye facing the door, looking around to make sure no one else was nearby since it could see things the human eye couldn’t see on their own. His shoes were off and near the door, since it was a rule for no shoes to come past the door unless they were new since all the sand would get stuck in the carpet, making it nearly impossible to clean with all the small grains of sand.

“Well the lights were off, and you almost never leave them off when I’m gone, were you trying to scare me, little spider?”

If there was one thing about Mito that people only saw around you, it was that he loved to tease you, and only you. If anyone else was trying to tease or flirt with him, he would ignore them and carry on with his day, but with you he would flirt nonstop, some say flirting, others say teasing. Either way, it was never ending with you. That is all that matters to him, along with making sure that you were safe and comfortable with what he was saying and doing.

“Hmm, scaring you is impossible, mister. You Don’t get scared that easily. Let alone from me.”

Letting out a deep chuckle, he softly shook his head while rolling his shoulders, helping them relax even just a little while you walked over to him, leaning against the wall just a little to see what else he had to say, or if he was going to do anything else in the meantime. He walked closer with his arms crossed against his chest; he was more than happy to see you, at least you were safe and home with him, despite having to share what some thought was a small house, it was more so spilt into an attic, main floor, and then a basement neither of you really walked into for anything else related to it. Though sometimes he would be down there, but he would never tell you why he would go down there, at least not the truth, he would always say that he was just making sure the house would not fall, or the foundation wasn’t having cracks.

“The only way you’d scare me, is if something was truly wrong and you went missing. And that would ruin a lot of lives. I can’t be without my little spider for too long.”

“I’d always find a way back to you, tall man. I’m not that defenseless when you’re not there.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before walking back to the kitchen, turning on the ceiling light and walking over to the stove, wondering if anything got cooked and he wondered what he was gonna see. He hoped there would be some kimchi, but he wanted something else to go with it as a pairing with them. He was always starving after work and he needed something else to eat along with something sweet to drink, knowing if it was water he was gonna devour everything within seconds. And he was happy to see kimchi paired with gopchang. He knew he was gonna eat well with all of this and knew that slightly larger black and white bowl with chopsticks was his. He smiled while getting the bowl and getting his own portion, though he was still trying to keep his ears out, he wanted to know where you were in the house and that he wanted to be prepared before he bumped into you while holding his bowl in his hands.

He could hear the small soft footsteps getting closer, you were close behind him. He could slightly hear it just a little more, turning to you while carefully setting the lid back on the pots, seeing you look proud of your cooking and having his things set out when he got back from work, knowing he wasn’t gonna get home till later. Truly no one ever feels like having to make their own food after working so long, and then being stressed with this wanted outlaw, knowing it was driving him crazy with how long they were getting away with the crimes they’ve gotten away with. He was gonna catch them, and make them pay for all the crimes they were doing, even if it came at the cost of losing. Even if he made a deal, one way or another a punishment was going to be made and followed through, and there was no getting away from it.

“All of this is amazing. You even had the bowl ready and everything? For little old me?”

“Do you like it? I knew you were gonna be starving after working practically all day.”

“No hard working sheriff needs to come home and make his own food. Besides, I wanted to make something and hopefully have it warm before you got home. Before you got here, I had made it and showered.”

“Lucky me, this is delicious, and it’s still nicely warm. I can eat this and then relax in the bath. My joints are killing me.”

“Hopefully by now the hot water should be good, since you enjoy having the longer hot baths instead of a nice quick shower.”

“Hey, baths are amazing and the best way to relax.”

“Or you could sit in the actual sauna you had customized in the backyard, it’ll be better.”

Mito wanted to throw a counter back to that, but he knew you were right. Because he enjoyed sitting in warm, nearly hot water without having to get up or anything. In a bath, the water gets cold easily. Then he has to get cleaned up in the cold water and then be upset that his relaxation time is being interrupted because of cold water. Instead, he happily ate his bowl of food before walking to his room, the feathers softly bouncing with each step he took but made no sounds whatsoever. Going up the wooden staircase to the left where his large room was, his room was always lit by only lamps he collected or made, covering all windows in his room so not only can anyone find or peek in his room, but no sunlight seeps through and blinds his eye more.

“Night Y/n, remember if you need to knock for something just do so.”

He watched you nod before walking to your room, he just wanted to eat before he did anything else. Not entirely sitting on his bed while standing in his room trying his hardest not to sit down, because he knew that tomorrow was going to tire him out. He had a plan; it was gonna be stupid to set up, but right now he was enjoying the taste, he was humming while softly dancing around, not doing a lot but swaying side to side. Trying not to eat too fast and choke but he also knew if he ate too slow he was gonna let it get too cold.

“Maybe tomorrow I can bathe, since it would be the one day off I get, and I won’t go unless I’m called in. Gods, I’m so tired, this case has gone on for longer than a month.”

Walking to one of his walls, pinned with all the letters, photos and locations of every crime he arrived and had to examine. His detailed map of everything, the person never went far, the longest distance the person has gone was the crime he got today. They have a hit list of the highest people who came to the other side to get away from the pressure of the city when their crimes caught up with them, making sure no one followed them before they tried to go back under a different alias. It was a problem, but some have gotten used to living out here and on their own or in communities and expanding on their own homes. But these were the people who wanted to look like they disappeared before coming back only to ruin more lives, he wanted to find those people in a safer way.

“I’m going to find you, and we are going to have a talk about this before anything else. If I can catch you before anything worse happens.”

Breaker here

“you know, you poking around with all these files is gonna give you away. Most of these people know nothing about the ones you’re going for other than him? So risky and so nosey.”

The outlaw could only roll their eyes while looking at the colorfully chaotic man who was sitting on a large wooden desk. His legs crossed together, showing off his bright dark green pants with bright pink hearts, and the same goes for the buttoned up top with a heart matching color shirt. His short blonde hair with some red, blue and yellow streaks in his hair, while applying his favorite blue lipstick, after he finished applying his favorite blush and sparkles to his cheeks. Only being able to contact the outlaw from a nearly broken phone since this was the only way to communicate without making too much noise, or people being able to decipher what was being said.

The outlaw could only roll their eyes on the other side of the phone, being quiet on their side not sure if anyone would try to find them and expose them to someone they didn’t need to be exposed to. Keeping their face covered with a hat, hiding under one of the rare trees while hiding in the leaves, knowing during this time the leaves would change their color into a pitch black, showing that it was now time for bed, since the clouds would dim but the lightning would never stop, but would get dimmer and quieter as the hours went on before getting louder, meaning it was now morning.

“He’s a good guy, great even. But none of those scumbags need to be coming here only to leave and put more targets on our backs. Plus, I’m bored.”

The colorful man could only shake his head, rolling around before letting his legs hang in the air while kicking them softly, looking at the messy whiteboard of more people. The last picture was harder to find, but it would be the nail in the coffin for him. This person was going to get found out, and he was gonna die just like the other and there would be little to no solving his case and it would slowly get turned into a cold case with little to no leads, though after this one the other outlaws were going to be the issue. Most of them were harder to hunt down, but the locations were there and pinned down with the best drawn maps the two of them could make from memory and their best. It wasn’t the best, but it was something and that’s all they needed in a situation like this.

The maps and illustrations of the targets laid across the board like a display, pinned with thumbtacks with red glitter paint showing that they were now dead. The rich people were almost dead on the other side, but the outlaws needed to be rounded up and that was gonna make hiding even harder since the outlaw groups can move silently in groups, making it harder to pinpoint.

“The last man will be easy and you can take him out easily, though not tonight. Your little boyfriend upstairs is walking upstairs, better get to hiding y/n-innie~”

Hiding the phone in a very thin place to even notice, y/n snuck into one of the hidden walkways they had made in the house and quietly made their way back to their room. Carefully landing on the bed and wrapping themselves in the blanket MITO made them and closed their eyes, facing the door knowing Mito would look if you were truly asleep. Knowing there are some nights when you “couldn’t sleep” and he would talk your ear off, his voice would help soothe you to sleep and even help with nightmares, as he likes to say. And he isn’t wrong, his deep yet smooth voice can do a lot when it's needed most and he enjoys it. Better than nothing he could’ve imagined, but would never know.

“Awe, Goodnight Y/n.”

Listening to the sound of the door closing and his heavy footsteps leaving the room, y/n slowly opened their eyes and just stared at the door. He was an amazing guy, sure maybe sometimes he would get mad at the never ending case with the outlaw and the assassinations with the cryptic notes that never seemed to end, but that never stopped MITO from being as nice without a care in the world and wanting nothing more than to just help protect you, seeing you smile and knowing that he’s making your day better even in the slightest. But that didn’t make doing this any easier when the times he was nice would come to play, or when he would send you a sad face because he was really staying late at the station or because he missed you and wanted to go home, but also just wanted to make sure you were okay.

But this was for your home, the place you freely left and got to call a home. Being able to walk freely here without having to fear for safety or if someone was going to try anything with their new tech or if business were going to keep trying to pull others down with them, keeping them out permanently wasn’t something the other side was equipped with the needed materials to do so, sending them back was getting harder to do and people were started to suspect the other side was up to something, or they just truly never wanted to leave, nor writing letters sharing what they’re seeing.

“I hope one day you’ll forgive me.

“He lives this far out? Are you kidding me?”

“Nope! This is the biggest outlaw organization out here, and as always they want you, mainly alive. So you have to be careful when trying to go in there and kill off the leader, you dunce. Their radio signals are gonna start messing with that earpiece, so you better destroy it now before they realize I’m there, and you better let me know you’re okay, understand?”

“I will be fine, if not then well you better come and visit me if I'm in the hospital. I won’t die.”

Dropping the device, making sure nothing could’ve been left behind or traced back to them, making sure nothing was able to be used against them. Slipping the mask over their mouth, and the hat over their eyes only leaving space for their nose to breathe. Fixing their shoes so no sounds would be heard, making sure the bottoms stayed covered and no charms or zippers would make any noise when trying to sneak inside from the bottom vent systems. The hard part of this was getting through, because there were hidden guard posts everywhere, making it nearly impossible to even get through unless it was the split minutes before the night lights would shine through on the ground with the little patrol cards being nearby ready to radio back anything that looked wrong and ask if they should bring them in dead or alive.

But the perks of being small is being able to sneak into places and staying quiet easier. But it didn’t make this part of the job any easier, having to quietly put things back into place and hope no one was going to deep dive into this was the scary part. Because if they did, it would be the entire base against them, and with the amount of people here, that was going to be a hard thing to manage even alone. Even if two people came to help, the hard part would find all of them if anyone were to flee hoping to escape being punished for their crimes they all have committed and were being linked to, knowing there was no escaping being killed or locked away for years only to rot away into nothing more than bones and dust. Since the ground in some places was impossible to dig, people would be cremated and their ashes would either be dumped into a secret place so no one can get them, or they would be respected by the families, depending on if any of them committed any serious crimes or not.

The mission was simple, in some aspects. Find the main computer space and wipe everything relating to y/n in their database so there was truly no finding out their true identity to use it against themselves or try to make a twisted lie of them staring an outlaw group or was falsely working with other outlaw groups and getting caught up in their actions. After all, if the proof is well constructed, sometimes your words won’t always help even if a deep enough of a dive was done to help construct it. Quietly kneeling down on their hands and knees, crawling through the clean vents while also looking around to make sure there were no cameras to peek or find their exact location. Despite their friend being able to mess with the cameras, this was also something harder, like trying to look into anything was going to be more of a challenge without setting off an alarm and getting their location exposed, though Insanity enjoys a good game of cat and mouse.

The vent system was more of a challenge to navigate without the fear of someone hearing where you are and trying to follow the sound of you slowly moving through. MITO was off looking for this base, meaning he was gone for a week to figure this out, and he would come back in a week since he got the anonymous tip that the base would be here and to bring as many as he could while keeping some officers in the little town to be safe while he was absent. He was on his way in his favorite old style black car, enjoying the chase knowing he was already taking out as many drivers, knowing they were getting thrown in as many cars behind him while he kept chasing the car in front of him.

Knowing this one had to be an important figure if they were being surrounded by around 10 cars in total. But that didn’t make things any easier back at the base, trying to find the main room without setting off any alarms, opening vents is not an option in case they are in the wrong room. Not everyone has access to the higher level rooms, the codes changing every hour but the mask everyone has to wear nearly stays the same. Getting closer and closer to a dead-end, meaning the only way to get out was going down. Quietly open the bottom vent and make their way as best as they can with the little map they have. Hoping everything was correct and there was nothing missing and that hopefully no one would be here to catch them.

Holding their breath and getting the vent opened, no screws falling and having to be as quiet as possible, landing on the ground in the brightly lit room. The computer was right there, but something felt wrong, entirely too wrong for the room to be this quiet and easy to get into. No one moved, if anything it felt like someone could drop a pin and the entire room would echo the sound before anyone was going to make a move. Something felt off about being here, slowly looking around and staying still as a statue, hoping someone else would make a sound, the screens would flash, hoping that anything would happen before slowly moving anyway, but their attention was drawn to the screen. It was like people had to leave for a reason. Slowly standing up, but keeping a hunch in case there were any trip wires or laser being hidden, y/n slowly walked to the screen and looked at one of them, seeing the camera pick up the scene of the second hand being tossed around by a sheriff in all black, his infamous hat on with his pistol being spun around while grabbing the person with one hand.

Seeing their panting and bloody face, this meant that MITO was near, and people were scattering to take the needed precautions before they would get wiped out by a man who never seemed to take his coat off. But the shocker for y/n came when the black feather coat expanded into a pair of wings with the feathers circling around him. Flying out in different directions, pinning down the others that were trying to run away or call for more backup. His face was staying hidden because of the hat, but this was clearly something new that not even y/n knew. And Mito was terrible at keeping secrets, but there was no time to ask questions. Looking at the other screens, y/n had to go to one that wasn’t entirely tied to the cameras to erase everything before going to get someone's head and deliver it to MITO on another day. Taking out the drive they were sent days before this mission, plugging it into one of the smaller ones, and watching the screen flicker with a bar quickly loading while showing a little text saying erasing data.

The screen was flashing from either the data being erased, to MITO’s feathers stabbing people in their ankles to make sure they can’t run away from their sentencing or getting taken by the other officers in the area. The eye that always stayed in the middle of his hat was looking around quickly while he kept walking. His hands stayed close to his pockets before getting to the main door, this is where things were going to get interesting, if his eye can see everything, even some places that others can’t see without a light, or not being able to see at all, yet he could find everything, the crows surrounding the place allowing him to have some sort of cover.

Walking inside of the silent base, the crows stayed outside till everyone was being locked away in cars and sent back the fastest way possible; the jailhouse getting packed with members from this group, bounties being collected, with the mainland being contacted to check if there were any wanted outlaws they were looking for and wanted to have back and handle on their own terms and no longer be a danger to the other side. But with the leader of this entire group being wanted alive, they were going to serve out their remaining sentence in the most secure prison the mainland offered, since the other side would’ve had them killed on sight and there was too much evidence for them to die in such a simple way with nothing else to offer. They needed to be handled in the best interest of those who were wrong by him, or hear there was never any confirmation on what was happening here with the person.

“it would be better if you came outside, you know. I don’t enjoy having to chase an already losing fight.”

Walking through the silent halls, turning his head fully around to see what the second eye was seeing. Trying to see past the walls so he can track the remaining outlaws in the building. Looking down to see if there were any more settlements down there and if anyone else was down there, but there was someone running up the stairs to his location. He can handle the person downstairs in a minute and make sure if anything, if anything, that means more intel about anyone else connected to the main hub of the outlaws. His wings wrapping his shoulders to hide his arms and chest, just in case any of the defenses would go off and attempt to strike at him while he slowly walked to the running person. They wouldn’t have gotten far, the outside was littered with ravens, crows and more officers ready to escort this one to the mainland and get him out of the other side.

The only concerning thing was the person in the basement, they hadn't moved and seemed like they were waiting for something to happen. Despite MITO getting closer to the doors, his body tensed and went on guard with his hat covering his one eye, the eye on his hat looking around as quick as always before opening the doors, watching them fly off the hinges to the opposite sides, in the middle of the room the person chained up with their arms being high in the ceiling, their legs slightly dangling just inches above the ground. But what confused him more, was that it was the outlaw he was looking for. The outfit and everything was there, the mask and hat were on the floor tossed aside and their head was hanging low like they were collecting themselves after just getting out of a fight.

Slowly walking closer, MITO slowly raised their head with his hand only to have a look of shock and amusement, just a little. Here he was, ready to taunt the outlaw before handling them back at the station. Only to find out that the infamous outlaw that was annoying him, was his best friend who would make him food when he was working too hard. The same friend who would tease him about his feathers still assuming that it was just a coat he would never take off unless he was falling asleep in his room, trying to hide something from you that no one else was going to see, not even you. And now here we are, him watching you slowly wake up and getting used to the bright lights while he examined you. Letting your head fall back down while he slowly walked around you.

“I didn’t think you would take the nickname Viper so seriously. Though your bite doesn’t exactly sting when someone’s used to it, now does it?”

Watching you slowly wake up, moving your head around before seeing him, gathering what happened before getting here was a stretch. It was a deadly situation but seeing MITO standing there, looking at you with his head tilted to the left side as he watched you rapidly blink. Arms shaking the chains only for the sound to be a reminder that they aren’t getting out. Their legs only dangling but there is barely any room to attempt anything. Getting out wasn’t an easy feat, not with MITO, he would move before you could even react. It won’t always work given the fact of how tall he is, along with how puff and strong he is and isn’t scared to use it to his advantage if he has to in order to get out of a situation. But instead of him being mad, he seemed to be more curious than anything.

“I wonder how you manage this for so long. All those annoying notes? Clearly you have someone else working for you, or are you working for someone else, oh I wonder how you got in this situation.”

“I… Can’t exactly tell you. How the-”

“I’m asking the questions right now. You want to get out of those chains now don’t you? I can’t imagine by the scars on your pretty face that you’re already uncomfortable.”

Leaning closer to your ear, he whispered just to watch you shiver, trying to hold the chains above them with their feet slightly kicking in the hair, trying to avoid as much eye contact with Mito as much as possible. Giving quick side glances before his gloved hand reached your chin, holding it in place and making sure your gaze was stuck on him, and nothing else in the room. A smirk on his face while watching your cheeks flustered while trying to stay still in his grip, but it was pointless, how does one get away from a gaze like this one?

“You know getting out of here will be impossible, not with all the officers waiting for me to walk outside and give the clear that everything got done and soon more outlaw post hiding more dangerous and unwelcome guests are here. Do you really want to be stuck in a packed, sweaty and dark place without me there?”

“Seeing me in chains is bringing out a different side of you, mister. Are you sure you weren’t waiting for this moment?”

“Hm, not really. But I’ll take what I can get. But you still have a question to answer, mister outlaw.”

“There isn’t much I can give you, I can’t exactly tell you how I’m getting the information I have.”

Watching him tilt his head, there was nothing he could do to make you spill who was giving you the information. That would be pointless and make the others impatient about waiting outside when they need to hurry and get home. But that wasn’t stopping him from teasing you, asking questions where he could and trying to use this situation to his advantage. How could he pass up this moment?

“Doesn’t mean we can’t work together still. Since you can sneak into places easier, and because there's cameras meaning you’ve seen how I handle many groups. We can make this easy, but you also know you have to give me something in return.”

“And what do you want from me?”

Using his other hand, he reached up and gripped your hand, despite the harsh cold metal of the chains to hold your hand in between it. His eye never leaving yours while he slowly got closer, this was way better than just asking you out without sounding too corny for his liking. This was showing you just how far he can go in the right circumstances, even if there were people outside who could hear from the vents if they tried hard enough to listen to it.

“Not only are we going to be working together, but you will be mine. Can’t risk having you run off all alone and get yourself in this kind of situation again now can I? People already fear me when you’re not around, can you imagine the fear if I found out you got taken from me?”

The hand holding your chin never left while he got closer, his smirk was sharp while watching your reaction, wanting to see what you could come up with, not agreeing means he has to answer to the rules he has to follow or seeing the chaos from afar of how angry he can get. And that is something he tries his hardest to hide from you when he’s at work and far away and just overall annoyed.

His head tilted to the side slightly, his hand slowly breaking the chains as if they were nothing but dust in his hands now. He slowly set you down and while enjoying the look on your eye before taking you out of the room. He knew the answer; it showed all over his face while making sure you were walking either beside him, or behind him. He wasn’t letting you go, after all how could he do that during this entire time, when he was gone for a week and here you were trying to handle the situation all alone. Though instead of him being more angry about it, he was more interested in how you did this for so long.

But trying to go after the person would be pointless. What would he gain from that other than adding another name to the list of people to be worried about what they were doing behind his back and he didn't do that anymore.

Opening the large doors MITO gave the all clear, walking to his old style black car while the old base was being searched for any more evidence to be stacked, which will add more to the sentencing and how they should be handled. Opening the car door for you, helping you sit in the passenger side so you can’t try to hide yourself in the backseat while he drives back home. Sitting in the driver's side of the car and driving with one hand, exactly how he was used to driving. His car didn’t exactly have a radio to play music, but the only one he has is the officer radio, he never answers them, unless he’s too far or it’s one-word answers.

“What’s gonna happen when we get back home?”

“You should know. We’ll be in my room tonight, and there is no getting out of it. Unless you want people to barge in when we’re half naked.”

“You aren’t hiding anything anymore are you? The same man who hated sex scenes in the movies we would watch?”

“I didn’t like the fake sounds nor did I need any more ideas on what I could do if I ever tried to. Unless you wanted a reason to see those kinds of things.”

Sitting back against the chair, trying to hide in the chair because this was going to be a long drive, sure they had the devices quickly sending the more dangerous and wanted outlaws back, but MITO loved the long drives. Enjoying the sky that never ended and often the quiet area around him, the soft or loud rumbles of the thunder brought him more comfort than being alone with his thoughts that for some would make them question how this was the same quiet officer who would help them with the smaller things around the town with little rewards given?

Having to stop at some point annoyed him more than anything. He wanted to get you home, slipping off every piece of clothing on you, leaving it around the small house you two shared and making sure he could taste every part of you without worry or without fail. He loved his car, and he didn’t exactly have enough back space to try anything the way he wanted to. But that didn’t stop his mind from wondering how you two would be able to do anything in such a space. That made his mind wander more while he seemed to drive after the long clouds of dust and sand.

“Mito, you’re rubbing me while trying to drive, what in the world are you thinking?”

Looking with his other eye, Mito saw that y/n was right. But he wasn’t just rubbing his thigh like he thought, his hand was right above his cock, and since there was nearly nowhere to back away or hide from it, the pants were getting tighter, and y/n was twitching and whimpering while looking at him. MITO wasn’t speeding, but he also wasn’t going too slow. But they still had a long drive to go, how were they getting in any sort of housing to handle this in? Any motels had thin walls and you could hear anyone moaning on the other side of the wall, and most of the time it was still annoying to hear when all you want to hear are the sounds of your partner moaning in your ear.

“Oh, just some interesting things, but would you like me to stop moving my hand?”

“Park the car, please. We both know we aren’t making it anywhere unless you have enough energy to even bring the car back to the station and then having to get us home, you’d get annoyed at how tired you are.”

Smirking softly, MITO parked the car, staying near the tracks of the other cars before making sure his seat was as far back as possible. Moving his hat on the dashboard before seeing y/n on his lap, shoulders resting on his broad ones while leaning down for a rough and heated kiss. Y/n tugging his loose jacket and rubbing his bare chest, since it was rare that MITO ever wore a shirt. Making it easier for touches and chest rubs, especially in a situation like this and how comfortable it all felt. Their lips clashing and nearly eating at each other's lips, their tongues trying to clash against each other while y/n was grinding their hips against MITO’s crotch.

It was something different and something raw, just for the two of them while trying to get off their clothes and piling them up elsewhere in the car. Every time they pulled away to even try to catch a breath, MITO would soon leave kisses and hickies on y/n’s neck. Letting them try their hardest to breathe, their hands slowly pushing down MITO’s black leather jacket past his shoulders while his arms were holding y/n close, his large hands gripping onto y/n’s back, shoulders, and even their ass just to have something to hold, leaving as many marks as he could.

Tossing off his jacket to the side, pulling off your shirt and throwing it to the empty seat next to him while his large hands kept trying to have a grasp on their bare skin. Feeling y/n’s soft hands on his shoulders and chest still trying to jump and grind as much as possible just to hear something, each groan was like another spark each time. The pants needed to be off, everything needed to be off and tossed around somewhere. Even if it was just a little they needed something.

“This is not how I imagined our first time being, I had so many ideas of how to take you and drive you insane, but this will have to do till we arrive back home.

“How are you actually this big? Holy shit!”

The leather pants pulled down to allow his throbbing cock air to breathe and allowed y/n to look down and admire it. Watching y/n crawling back to the passenger seat to get in at a certain angle, leaning over to lick the tip but with the inside of the car, it was harder to handle, so he quickly pulled you closer. Squeezing your thighs and looking up at you with eyes of worship, his hair a mess and some resting in front of his eye but he could still see you, holding you close over his tip while trying to make sure you were looking down at him still.

“We can worry about all the things we want to try at home, right now I just need to feel you and hear you. I want to hear everything from you. Please.”

Seeing MITO beg to please you was something no one else would ever see except you. No one else would ever see him begging for anyone else’s touch except for yours and there was nothing else stopping either of you. Kissing your shoulders and chest, letting the sounds of y/n fill his ears while watching everything slowly disappear inside of you, biting his lip to hear you as loud as possible in his ear. Holding you close as if he could nearly lose you at any point in time. His mouth stayed latched onto any parts of skin he could get like a baby just leaving as many hickies as he could.

“Move when you're ready, I’ll match with you okay? I’ll repay you when we get home, I promise.”

Looking to see you, watching you slow finding the pace to bounce at. The way you bite your bottom lip while your eyes stay locked onto each other despite the condensation growing on the car windows and making it hard to see inside or even outside the car, making this even better with the sound of skin slapping against each other. MITO watches you bounce faster while trying to buck his hips up to match with you. His whimpers weren’t loud, but you could slightly hear them when laying your head on his shoulder. Scratching down his arms while meeting his thrust in the middle of each one.

It was like one of his favorite fantasies played out in front of him. Even if it wasn’t the way he truly wanted to, this was just fueling the idea of what would happen when he finally got home. It was something he never wanted to end, and just enjoying the show, But just imagine, what was going to happen when you got back home?

Pushing you against the wall, MITO picked you up and latched his lips onto your already fading purple neck. He was already melting at the broken sound coming from you while the two of you were trying to take off the already half thrown on clothes. That long car ride was full of nothing more than riding MITO till your legs could no longer support your body anymore. The both of you speaking your desires in each other's ears, the poor car having foggy windows to show the aftermath of what was happening. It was something chaotic for the two of you, but it was also passionate for just the two of you, and now with you two being back home, his house slightly moved back away from people to enjoy the peace he wished for and always wanted.

Pulling away to watch you fall to your knees, being excited finally sucked him off the way you always whispered in his ears in the long car ride. One hand was against the wall, the other hand was gripping your head, watching you pull down his pants and not even preparing yourself for his cock, tongue stuck out and licking the already hard tip of his hard cock and taking inside your mouth quickly, letting the drool start to pile and drip onto the floor while quickly bobbing your head. Letting out soft gagging sounds while locking eyes at his face, his closed eyes with the louder hitched breaths and whimpers while trying to stay still. His legs shaking from the amount of control he had to give just to stay up, nearly bouncing them.

His veins showing in his arms while his hand was holding you still while his hips moved, he wasn’t going faster yet, but he wanted you to get used to it. Enjoying the soft yet fast touch of your hands rubbing his thighs and messing with his balls. Despite his deep voice, the whispers he gives you in the car while speeding back home as fast as he could while letting you tease him and ride if you wanted to. Just so neither of you had to get rid of the feeling of feeling each other. The whimpers being something you enjoy, though not something you were going to gloat about to the small circle of friends you have.

“That’s it baby boy, you want me to paint your face? You want a reminder every time you even look at me, Hm?”

It was hard to get an answer at first, but feeling your head getting pulled away with your mouth still open, eyes still filled with want and desire while your face was getting painted, most of it landing on your tongue and mouth while some of it fell against your chin and bottom lip. Panting while trying to catch more and lick it clean. The two of you are locking eyes of nothing more than want and desire. Helping you get up, grabbing you and picking you up, holding your legs with his wide hands and walking up the stairs to his room. The clothes were left on the living room floor while the door to his room got kicked open, lips staying attached to each other while the hands.

He didn’t exactly drop you on the bed, but he stayed holding you close and never letting you go. Licking up and down your chest while moving your legs to his shoulders, wearing them like a necklace and enjoying the marked masterpiece in front of him and enjoying it. His smirk growing while he looked at you, he was mad he had to pull away from you but he was about to enjoy the mess he was about to create.

He fit in like a glove, like the outline of everything just fit inside perfectly, but that didn’t mean you were used to it. Every time felt like something new, watching your body react to each movement and this was his fantasy, having you under him while he could fully move the way he wanted to without worrying about cramped spaces and having to deal with nosey people. After all, there were no windows on the upstairs floor for a reason. Holding your head down with one hand, legs still slightly bouncing on his shoulders while the sound of skin slapping got louder. But it was nothing compared to the sounds you two were making.

Your nails dig into his back to leave fresh new scratches so his arms could now finally have a break from the endless scratching and little nail crescents that cover nearly his entire shoulders and upper arms. Now his back was going to be painted with scratches and nail marks for you to look and admire. His head laying on your shoulder, making it to where his mouth is near your ear. Making your body react and squeeze around him more while his cock was hitting the places he could only imagine hitting, yet he seemed to hit it every time and enjoyed the loud sounds of cries coming from you. While he was whimpering and moaning in your ear shamelessly, the room door being wide opened but the front door was closed and locked with a do not disturb sign on the door (unless it was truly important).

One hand had a tight grip on your side and the other gripping your hair was tight, but he was hoping he wasn’t pulling out any hair. The way he was trying to close the already closed space between you two, the whispers getting louder in your ear with his eyes closing.

“please, please let me cum inside, gods I want to stay inside you and feel everything squeeze around me like they never want to let me go. Oh, shit shit shit please yes yes yes, y/n!”

“Come inside MITO don’t hold it, please please please fuck!”

Mito is an extremely submissive lover. For the most part, she only cares about your pleasure and keeping you satisfied. Her focus is always on you. She’s very vanilla with her tastes and doesn’t have much sexual experience. 

She loves to perform oral on you. She doesn’t rush it and she gives you praise the entire time. She loves to give you body worship. Her favorite thing is when you cum from her eating you out. That’s when she knows she did a good job; she doesn’t ever stop until you’ve cum at least once from her tongue work. 

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