Cw: gender neutral reader, angst, slight Shikamaru x reader if you squint, sexual things implied but nothing in detail
1k words
Part of the F*ck Valentines Event!
It was an ungodly hour of the morning when you rolled over to watch Sasuke get dressed.
"Can I ask you something?" you sighed as he pulled his pants on.
"Hm?" he hummed out.
"Why can't we let anyone know we're together?" you asked.
He stopped and tensed up before turning to look over his shoulder at you. He shrugged a bit.
This was a fairly new conversation. The two of you initially had agreed to just be friends with benefits type of situation, but that had changed. Both of you had confided more than the average person would in that scenario. Not to mention the fact you both had been seeing each other like this for years now.
"Come on, we both know this is more now than mindless fucking," you scoffed.
He pulled his shirt over his head, "Who ever said that?"
"What are you talking about?" you asked. "We've been doing this for years now."
"What's your point? That doesn't change anything."
"So you're saying you don't want this to be more than that?"
"No, I don't."
"Why?"
"Because I don't feel the same way you do."
"So you're telling me that I don't mean anything to you?"
"No, of course not. You're not supposed to."
You'd be lying if you said that didn't hurt a bit. Years of pouring your heart out and having the same thing done to you meant nothing? You almost couldn't believe it.
"Well, what would it take to change that?" you asked, stupidly.
Sasuke sighed, "Look, Y/N, you're a good person, but I just don't think we're right for each other. We're better like this."
"Why wouldn't we be good together?" you pressed.
"I just don't think I could love someone like you," he shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing he could have said.
Someone like me. You repeated that in your head over and over as he gathered his things.
"I don't think it's a good idea that we see each other anymore," he spoke, walking towards the door of your room.
You nodded. It was just about all you could do without breaking down.
Here you were thinking that after so long he would have finally changed his mind, but he hadn't. You still meant nothing to you. In fact, he just dropped you as if you were nothing.
He must never had really cared about you, and that hurt to think about.
"Then he just left?" Naruto asked.
You just nodded in confirmation.
You had just told a couple close friends all about what had happened, not caring who knew about your now ended "relationship", if you could even call it that.
Shikamaru chimed in, "He's such a tool."
"Tell me about it," you groaned, flopping your head down on the table in front of you.
"Hey, maybe we should get out of here," Naruto suggested.
"Why?" you quipped, jolting up. "I just got started drinking."
"Let's just go," Shikamaru agreed.
You looked over to him just as confused.
The two began to get up from either side of you. That's when you saw it.
Sasuke was walking in with Ino of all people on his arm.
"You've got to be kidding me," you slumped over once again.
"Look who it is!" you heard Ino call out.
"Shit," you all grumbled together.
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Ino asked.
"We were just leaving," Naruto jumped in.
"Y/N, are you alright?" Ino asked. "Tell me you're not drunk already,"
There was something in her voice that just didn't sit right with you. Maybe it was the way she giggled when making a comment about you being drunk. Maybe it was the overconfident way she was carrying herself with Sasuke at her side. Whatever it was you wanted no part of it.
"No," you said lifting yourself up. "Just tired is all. Last mission just about killed me."
"Sorry to hear that," she spoke. "Well, since we're all here you want to stay for one more round?"
Everyone looked to you.
You just shrugged, "Why not?"
That was the worst decision you had made.
It had only been about a week since Sasuke broke things off with you, yet it felt like an eternity. Everyday he wasn't there with you hurt your heart. You didn't have anyone anymore. You were left lonely.
You downed back a couple shots and drinks while watching Ino swoon over Sasuke. The thing that infuriated you most was that he was letting her. Anything between the two of you in public always had to be strictly friendly, and sometimes not even that.
"Well, it's getting late," Shikamaru began. "I should be getting home. Come on, Y/N."
You looked up at him with confusion written all over your face.
He sighed, "I told you I'd walk you home."
"Oh, right," you played along.
You said your goodbyes before getting up and following him out of the bar.
He did as he said he was going to no matter how many times you protested.
"You could use a friend right now," he would say and shrug you off.
He was right. Your heart hurt. How could you be so stupid? How could you go and catch feelings for someone who obviously had no mutual feelings for you?
"You alright?" Shikamaru asked as you both approached your front door.
You shrugged, "As alright as I can be."
You asked him in which he agreed to. After all, he wouldn't be a good friend if he didn't try and comfort you some.
Once inside you let it all out. Drunkenly you spilled all your feelings out to him. You told him all about the things Sasuke would confide in you. You told him about the sweet nothings the two of you would share late at night before he would leave. You told him about how you really felt right now, and it was just hurt.
Still at least you had a friend to confide all these things in.
You fell asleep crying on your couch wrapped up in Shikamaru's arms. He moved you over some and stayed with you through the night. After all, it wouldn't hurt to make you breakfast in the morning right? You needed someone, so he was going to be that for you.
Cw: gender neutral reader, angst, break up, reader x Kuroo in the end, no happy ending
~1000 words
Part of the F*ck Valentines Event!
"Did you really have to be that honest?" you asked.
There was nothing but the small hum of the engine of the car that could be heard now. Everything between the two of you had gone silent as Tsukishima drove down the now empty highway.
"No one even heard me," he waved you off.
"Oh?" you rolled your eyes. "Is that why Yachi asked me about it afterwards."
Silence again fell between you.
There was a lump forming in your throat as you choked back on tears.
"Honestly, Kei, I wish you would just think about the things you say sometimes," you sighed.
"It isn't that big of a deal," he continued to try and down the situation.
You huffed, "Here we go again with you undermining my feelings."
"That's not what I'm doing."
"How would you know? You don't really care about my feelings anyway."
"If that's what you really think then why are you still here?"
"Maybe I shouldn't be."
"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't."
Neither of you really thought about what you had both said until it was too late.
There was one lonely tear that you let fall from your eye. You were quick to wipe it away, not wanting him to know it hurt so bad.
This had become a new normal for the both of you. Fighting because he said something stupid about you in front of his friends was all too normal now. This was just the worst outcome that possibly could have come from these types of fights.
When he dropped you off at your apartment you got out without another word. Neither of you wanting to cave and break first.
It hurt your heart to leave like this, but you weren't going to budge on the matter. Tsukishima needed to realize your worth rather than to keep putting you down in front of his friends, and if he couldn't do that then you were out.
"He hasn't called or anything?" Kiyoko asked from the other end of the phone.
Her tone was genuinely shocked. It hurt your heart that much more, but you knew better than to break over this. You were better than that.
"I guess he really meant it," you shrugged off.
"He has to be at least a little upset," Yachi added. "You two have been together practically since school."
"I guess none of that mattered," you sighed.
"I'm sure he'll come around," Kiyoko reassured. "Maybe you both just need some time apart."
"Yeah, I bet that's all it is!" Yachi chimed excitedly.
"Sure," you groaned, rolling your eyes.
"Y/N, over here!" you excitedly turned to see Kiyoko with her date all dressed up.
You ran over to her pulling Kuroo closely behind you. You embraced her in a hug and spoke your polite hellos before walking into the bar.
"There the party is!" Nishinoya called out to you all as you walked in.
"Not me," Kiyoko giggled.
"We all know he's talking about me," you waved them all off.
"Oh, I take it there are stories behind that, huh?" Kuroo leaned in and asked.
"No way are you hearing those," you said lightly tapping his chest. "They're way too embarrassing."
You all walked in to the large table they had reserved. You all began drinking and laughing about old times.
Tsukishima sat at the far end of the table away from where you and Kuroo were. He had his eyes on you all night. There he was watching the love of his life with another man. It hurt him so much.
You on the other hand barely noticed him. You couldn't be bothered with him. You had all your attention on Kuroo and your friends. It wasn't every day that you all got to get together like this, so you wanted to enjoy it. Who cared about some man who couldn't be bothered to know your real worth?
"How ya doing?" Yamaguchi asked, coming to sit with Tsukishima once everyone had gotten up and gone to dance.
Tsukishima sighed, "I'm fine."
"Come on, man," he tried to coax it out of him. "She came here with someone new already."
"It's been about a year," he waved him off.
"How do you really feel?"
"I hate it," he began. "I hate seeing her with someone else. It's me she's supposed to be here with. It should be me she's dancing with right now. I screwed it all up, and now I know I can't have her back."
"Hey, man, how's it going?" Kuroo asked the blond slapping him on the back.
"Fine," Tsukishima replied.
"I'm real glad I got the invite," Kuroo beamed. "This has been fun."
"Kuroo," you beckoned.
"Well, lady is a callin' me," he smiled down at the two.
Neither of them looked very interested in him. It hurt Kuroo's heart to know he could have some bad blood with them.
"Hey, I hope there are no hard feelings between us," Kuroo spoke to Tsukishima. "You know, over her."
"No way, you can have her for all I care," Tsukishima waved him off.
Kuroo looked a little offended, but decided to let it go and went back off to dance with you.
"I'm out of here," Tsukishima sighed, getting up and leaving from the bar.
Almost everyone stopped him on the way out and tried to convince him to stay, but he just couldn't. Without you there was no point. He was broken now. You not coming back to him broke his heart, but he just couldn't pull himself to come back to you.
So, home he would go by himself to be without you. He would be left to his thoughts. He would be left to think about you being with someone else.
Bakugo sighs as he walks through the halls of the house. He hadn't slept well the night before, but he had a schedule to hold himself too.
He started a pot of coffee. His nose crinkled at the smell. He hated the stuff, but it was something you required every day. He had seen you without it, and it wasn't worth it to him. He would stomach the smell any day to not have you act like that again.
The smell of coffee caused you to wake from the deep sleep you were in.
You popped up and stretched. Slowly you began to wake up.
"Morning," you chimed as you rounded the corner into the kitchen.
Bakugo stuck out a coffee cup with a dark liquid in it, "Just how you like it."
"I knew there was a reason I married you," you gushed taking the cup and taking a sip of it.
"You hungry?" he asked rolling his eyes.
You hummed in response, "Mhmmm, want some help?"
"You're a disaster in the kitchen, so why would I need your help?"
"I asked if you wanted my help," you retorted. "I never said you needed my help."
"Touché."
You hopped up onto the counter being careful not to spill your coffee. You watched as Bakugo went through the motions of making breakfast for the both of you.
It was little moments like this when you got to reminisce in how amazing he was.
His muscles expanded and contracted as he moved around. His jaw was clenched a bit in concentration. Surprisingly enough, his facial expression was soft yet concentrated. He was stunning, but aside from his physical appearance, he made you coffee and breakfast.
"What?" he snapped up at you.
"Just admiring my perfect husband," you beamed.
His face flushed a bit as he positioned himself between your legs. He planted a soft kiss to your nose.
Cw: gender neutral reader, angst, hurt, no romantic relationship
1200 words
Part of the F*ck Valentines Event!
You hadn't been working with the agency for very long, so you were shocked when you were pulled into a very important meeting with Hawks himself.
The room was dark and he sat working on something on a small laptop at a desk in the center of some windows.
"Come on in," he greeted.
You shut the door and walked forward skeptically, "I'm sorry, sir, but what is all this about?"
"Well, we can start by cutting the formalities," he waved you off. "I always hated them anyway."
"Sorry," you spoke sheepishly as if you had just ruined any chances you thought you might have at becoming anything for the agency.
He stopped working and looked up at you for the first time since you had entered his office, "Please, won't you sit? You look nervous. Relax. There isn't anything to worry about."
"I'm just curious as to what this is all about," you reminded, taking a seat across from him.
"I have a very important mission I've been working on for some time now. I assume you're familiar with the new strain of quirk enhancing drug that's been cycling around?"
"Very familiar."
"Good, because I need someone knowledgeable on the topic. Now, weren't you the one who was good with chemistry and what not?"
"That's me!" you beamed proudly of your many working accomplishments throughout school and even after working with many different companies until you were finally able to make it as a hero.
"I could use you for something, if you are interested."
You nodded eager to hear what he had in mind to put your talent to good use.
Hawks then explained everything in detail to you. He had been planning to take down the villains with something to counteract the quirk enhancing drugs and maybe even something to counteract quirks altogether. It was a stretch, but it was something he seemed sure you could do. He mentioned a new addition to the building he really wanted to show you.
The both of you got up as you followed him through winding hallways and back to some rooms you never knew existed.
"I want you to assemble your own team," he began. "I'm sure you have connections in this field. You have full freedom to do what you please with the team and this new lab."
You looked around the room in awe. It was a full chemistry lab. There was so much all around that you could have only dreamed to have elsewhere. It was like a dream come true.
"I'm in," you agreed firmly.
It was late at night when you finally finished it. You were quick to get some of your colleagues to try out the new concoction that you had managed to make.
It was finally done, after only months of work.
"Hawks, I did it," you beamed into the phone. "I finally managed to make it! And it works perfectly!"
"I'll be right over to see it in action," he responded quickly.
It was only a few minutes before Hawks was there.
It never did cease to amaze you how he was always able to be at the office so quick no matter what time of day.
"Who's that?" you asked pointing to a dark shadowy figure who followed Hawks into the room.
"No one," Hawks waved off. "So, show me what you've got."
You went through the motions of showing him exactly how it worked. You were so proud of what you had done.
"Mind if I try it?" the shadowy figure asked.
"Sure," you beamed.
You were sure all your efforts wouldn't have been a waste. You wanted to prove to anyone that you could that you had done it.
"Here," you sprayed the mist into the mans face.
He held up his hands and attempted to use his quirk... what it was you weren't sure.
"It works," the shadowy man confirmed.
You puffed out your chest a little.
"I need this to be mass produced," Hawks instructed, turning his attention to you. "Can you do that for me?"
"Of course," you reassured.
He left just as quickly as he had come. You were left wondering what was going on, but you didn't dwell on it too much. You trusted him. He had given you no reason not to.
There was silence in the room as you watched the TV. You dropped the small vial in your hand, causing it to hit the floor and shatter.
"Hey, kid, how are you doing?" you heard his voice behind you.
"How could you?" you spat in his direction.
His eyes looked anywhere but yours, "Look, don't get too upset about it. It was just a misunderstanding is all."
"My career is ruined because of you!" you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the man then gesturing it towards the TV. "Do you not see this? I'm a wanted criminal now."
"We can help you," he tried to reassure.
You turned back to the TV, "I have to give myself up. I have to tell them the truth."
"You can't do that."
"Why not? Maybe someone out there will believe me."
"No one is going to believe you."
"I have to try. I can't go on like this. I'm not a bad person. I didn't mean for all of those people to get hurt."
"It wasn't your fault."
"Was it that man you let in here?"
"No, it was me."
"You mean you're the reason all those heroes died?"
"Yes, I caused all of this, but I don't have time to explain. We have to get you out of here."
"I'm not going anywhere with you. I trusted you!"
Your body was numb. You couldn't feel anything. There was a huge lump in your throat. You felt cornered and betrayed. Your heart and insides hurt. You felt like throwing up. There were so many things going on inside of your head.
"I was only using you," Hawks admitted. "It's why I let you sign on here. I needed your innovation and dedication."
"Y-you mean that's the only reason you signed me on as a hero?" you managed out.
Hawks just nodded to confirm.
"You're a monster."
You ran out of the building surprised that he didn't follow, but when you exited you quickly realized what had been done. You were set up.
"It's his fault!" you screamed inside the room.
You had been there for what felt like hours. It was all you could do to keep some composure, but no one would listen to you.
"Please!" you continued. "You have to believe me! He did it all!"
Finally, you stopped and slid your back against the door, defeated.
"Well, seems like she's finally stopped," you heard a familiar voice ring out.
"We're sorry to have to bring you here and have you go through all of this," another man spoke. "I know it must be hard for you."
"You have no idea," Hawks replied.
"Well, she won't be getting out any time soon," the other man reassured him. "With your help we can hopefully put her behind bars for good."
Hawks sounded sad, "As long as no one else gets hurt because of her."
You just sat and sobbed. You were robbed of everything because you trusted someone you shouldn't have.
In honor of Valentines month I'm going to be holding a small event!
F*ck Valentines
Listen, I love the soppy love stories just like everyone else, but I also love it when my heart aches. I wanna feel the sadness. So, that leads me to this event.
Sorry to all but it's a whole month of heart wrenching pain!
I know I'm a day late but that's just another small price to pay this month, so enjoy daily heart ache!
Armin hums a familiar little tune. The noise sounds up through his chest and directly into your ear.
You didn't know where this song had come from. Whenever you brought it up he just played it off as if he didn't know, but you doubted that.
He was too comforted by the noise.
Tonight, you heard the sound of small sobs leave his lips. The noise fell to your ears and broke your heart.
It was a normal response to have with all he had been through. However, it was rare he allowed these types of emotions to show anymore.
You moved to place his head in your chest as your arms wrapped around him.
Then, you hummed the tune for him. It had been the first time you had hummed it on your own, but you still knew it well.
You noticed that Armin's sobs got more frequent. You didn't do anything more out of fear that he would close back up and not allow for his emotions to flow. You just continued to hum and hold him tight to you as he cried.
Soon, his sobs turned to small snores from how stuffy his nose had become. You let out a sigh and kissed the top of his head.
You didn't know where that tune had come from, but it didn't matter. It was important and comforting to Armin. That was all that mattered.
It was pouring rain outside. It was good relaxing weather, but it had been this way for days now.
"Why the long face?" Kakashi asked poking at your cheek.
You let out a small sigh, "I guess I'm just sick of this weather."
"We need the rain," he spoke, matter of factly.
"I know," you groaned, "but it's been days since the sun has been out. I just need some sunlight."
"Why?" he asked.
You let out an even more frustrated grunt, "Just forget it."
He chuckled at your overreaction. His face hidden behind his book, but you knew he was still paying close attention to you.
"How about I make the rain a bit more interesting," he offered.
"How?" you asked snapping your head around to him.
He just set his book down and took your hand. He lead you to the front door and stepped out.
"What are you doing?" you snapped. "Are you crazy? We're going to get soaked. I'm not even dressed to go anywhere."
"Stop complaining and come on," he spoke continuing to pull you behind him and out into the horrible weather.
Once outside he prompted for you to stand in the middle of your small yard and look up.
"Feel it," he instructed.
You sighed, yet you still put your arms out and felt the rain. You cleared your mind thinking only of the rain and focusing in on how it felt as many drops hit your body.
"I use the rain to ground myself sometimes," Kakashi spoke. "The rain is good for that."
You opened your eyes to look at him. He was at peace. You could tell by his breathing that he was the most calm you had ever seen him.
"Kakashi," you finally spoke.
He looked over at you with a small smile that crinkled the edges of his eyes.
Oikawa has the most intense skincare routine you have ever seen.
The first night you stayed at his apartment, you were overwhelmed when walking into the bathroom and seeing what felt like hundreds of jars and bottles of various different lotions and cleansers and masks and...
"Ok, so now, I'm gonna put this on," Oikawa described as he went to put a new product on your face.
"Wait," you spoke moving your face away from him. "What is that?"
"This one is a mask," Oikawa rolled his eyes at you. "It'll help keep your skin clear, like mine."
"Fine," you groaned allowing him to apply a generous amount of the product to your face.
He smoothed over a small layer of the slick substance all over your face. Once he was done, he sat back and admired his work.
"Done," he beamed.
You looked around as if you could see your own face, "So, now what?"
"Now, we wait," he shrugged. "Movie?"
"Sure," you shrugged.
You didn't understand the reason for this elaborate routine, but it make Oikawa happy, so who were you to get in the way of it? It only seemed to make him happier that you had joined in on his little routine after asking about it once.
The sun just barely started to illuminate the kitchen as it started to rise. Still, no matter the time, you were up and walking around getting your water bottles ready.
"Morning," Toshinori hummed as he rounded the corner.
"Morning," you replied.
Small pecks were exchanged.
"You're up early today," you commented.
Toshi shrugged, "I couldn't sleep after you got up."
"I wish I would have known," you giggled. "I would have come back to bed."
"And skip out on our morning run?" he chuckled.
Both of you grabbed your water bottles and other things you usually took with you and headed out the door.
It was nice this time of morning. The air was crisp and just starting to warm up. The sun was slowly rising over the horizon. Birds chirped and sang to you as you walked by their homes in the trees.
"So, what's on the agenda for today?" you asked as you looked around.
"I have class later on this afternoon," Toshi recalled his schedule. "I think I might work on my lesson plans before that."
"Will you be home in time for dinner?" you asked.
"Of course," he beamed.
Ever since he had met you, he was in love. You were the light of his world, and you felt the same way. He was a wonderful bright light in your darkest days. You both were head over heels for the other.
Mornings like these were a daily thing, but neither of you would miss it for the world. Once some small domestic conversations were shared, you both would just walk together in comfortable silence. It was a time for both of you to just be without all the other distractions and annoyances that life brought.
"I love you," you sighed out looking over at him.
He had the biggest grin on his face, "I love you too."
CW: kind of season 4 spoilers but nothing too specific (iykyk), gender neutral reader, angst, mentions of injuries, reader dies, little bit of cheating reader
Eren leaned over the bed. He looked at how peaceful you looked. He hadn't seen you like this in a while.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," you breathed out.
Your lips turned up in a small smile as your eyes opened slowly. As the haze left, you saw him standing over you.
"I can't stay long," he spoke reaching out and caressing your cheek.
You leaned into his touch, "Any time I can get will be enough."
"Floch told me you aren't doing well."
"I'm not. I'm seriously injured."
"How bad is it?"
You lifted the thin sheet that covered your body, revealing many cuts and open wounds that were poorly stitched up. Most of your torso was a very dark blue, purple, or black color. It was very apparent that there was much that was wrong.
"Jean helped stitch me up," you explained. "I know it isn't perfect, but it's better than it was."
"Why aren't you bandaged better?" Eren questioned trying to keep his face a stoic expression.
"There isn't enough supplies here," you spoke laying the sheet back down. "They weren't ready to treat the wounded. The closest medics to here are against us all."
Eren nodded his head in understanding.
"I know you have to go, so don't worry yourself with me," you waved him off. "I'll be ok."
"This wasn't supposed to happen," Eren admitted.
"No plan is perfect."
"This one was."
"You're right, it was. This was all meant to happen. We have to accept it now."
"Do you still love me?"
"Of course I do, Eren," you let out a choked cough after you spoke.
"Do you still think this is the right thing to do?"
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"That's all that matters. I don't know what to think anymore."
"So you aren't still with me?"
"No, I am. I just don't know what's best anymore. Is there even anything that would be best in this world?"
"Don't say things like that."
"I'm serious, Eren. Think about it. This world has gone to shit. Can it really be saved?"
"There's only one way to find out."
You turned your head to him and looked intensely into his eyes, "Then do it."
Eren nodded.
He leaned over and kissed you.
Both of you knew it would be the last time, so his lips lingered with yours for a little longer than they usually would. He was hesitant to leave. He didn't want to leave you, but he had a job to do.
Finally, he left the room.
You listened to his footsteps as they got farther and farther away.
Your door creaked open.
"Jean," you called out.
"Yeah, it's me," he answered as he shut the door behind him.
He walked over to your bedside. He took your hand in his gently.
"Did he come?" Jean asked.
"Just like we thought he would," you confirmed. "Was it enough time?"
"Only time will tell," Jean breathed out.
He brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently.
You smiled as you looked up at the ceiling. Silent tears fell from your eyes.
"It's ok," Jean cooed. "You did the right thing."
"Did I?" you asked.
He hummed in response.
He pulled a chair over to your bedside. He gently took your hand in his again.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Weak," you admitted.
"Can I do anything to help?" he spoke looking up at you knowingly.
"Stay," you breathed out.
You both knew. It wouldn't be too much longer, so he did as you asked. Jean stayed there until he saw your chest stop rising and falling. Even after he knew, he leaned over and cried over you.
"Your death won't be for nothing," he spoke. "I promise."
Cw: gender neutral reader, suggestive, no real details, very short, forced reader into aftercare because that's important!
~350 words
It sucked with Kageyama always being away. He was always playing games so far away. While you wanted to go with him to each and every one of them, it was hard to do that and pursue your career. That's what lead you to nights like tonight.
"Please, Tobio," you begged into one line of the phone.
He sighed, "I'm rooming right next to the guys. What if they hear me?"
"So, what?" you quipped. "I'm needy."
"Fine," he agreed.
He couldn't resist you, and you knew that. You used it to your advantage a lot. It was manipulative sure, but you only used your power over him in dire situations... like this one.
You stripped yourself down, long ago, just waiting for him to give the ok. Still, you waited for him to get himself undressed.
It was moments later that you both were moaning and grunting into the phone. Your hands made quick work of yourself while his did the same. Both of you spurring the other on to continue to push yourselves over the edge.
It isn't long until either of you are coming undone.
Kageyama's hips buck up into his hand as he releases. You let out the most pretty moans and whimpers while you cum.
It had been weeks since either of you had sex, or had even touched yourselves. While it was over as soon as it started, he still wanted to take care of you.
"Baby," he cooed.
You hummed in response.
"Go clean up and then we can stay on the phone while you fall asleep," he instructs you.
You groan, but oblige and get up to clean yourself before returning to him. You hum a goodnight into the phone and he does the same. You hear the low hum of a volleyball game in the background on the phone. He may be miles away, but it feels in that moment like he's right there next to you.
Cw: gender neutral reader (penetration but non specific body parts used), mirror sex, soft dom/sub dynamics, use of pet and kitten, orgasm for both, no protection, let me know if I missed any
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Zeke loves watching himself fuck into you over and over again. He loves the look that you get when you look up and see your pretty self getting fucked.
He puts mirrors up on the ceiling, walls, doors, wherever he feels the need to. He wants to be able to watch you from any angle he can. He wants you to be able to watch yourself from every angle with him.
"Just like that, love," he cooed. "Look at how well you're taking me. Such a pretty sight, isn't it?"
You couldn't help but let out little whimpers. Seeing yourself be rammed into, along with Zeke's soft words had you reeling. All you wanted was to let go, but you knew better.
"Such a pretty little pet," he continued. "Tell me what it is you want."
"C-cum, please," you managed out.
He shook his head, "Kitten, you know better than that. You have to use your words."
"Please, I nee-need to cu-cum," you finally got out through hiccups and whimpers.
He chuckled, "Not yet. I don't think you've earned it."
You pressed yourself against his each thrust. He let out a groan at your sudden assistance in him fucking you dumb.
"That's it," he chuckled out.
With each thrust, you both were moving your hips, watching your each move.
"Don't you love how you look when I fuck you, love?" he asked, gripping your head and forcing it forward to look at yourself.
His piercing eyes gazed back at you with such love and lust. You forced yourself to look at your own reflection. Your fucked out expression with his gaze being too much. You pushed yourself over the edge.
"That's right, you earned it," he grunted, only going faster.
You rode out your own orgasm, slumping forward slightly. He held you up until he found his own release only a minute or two later, and who could blame him with how you clenched around him so wonderfully.
He lifted your legs spreading your now full hole to the mirror, "Look at that, kitten. Isn't that a sight to see?"
You moaned again, forcing yourself to look at your dripping hole.
"Think you can take some more?" he asked, chuckling at your expression as the words left his lips. "So eager to please, aren't you, pet. Ok, I can give you some more."
And just like that he was back inside of you, thrusting his own seed deeper inside of you, trying to give you more of what you and he both wanted.
Cw: female bodied reader (no pronouns used), reader does wear a dress, alcohol, use of doll, veginal fingering, degredation, penetration, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, lots of hate mentioned but it's sexy hate, male and female orgasm, no protection used
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It had been years since you had seen everyone again. You couldn't have been more excited... well, you could have if they didn't invite him.
"Come on, we're gonna miss the Uber," Mina whined at you.
With one final look in the mirror, you smoothed out your dress, and slid on your heels, "Ok, I'm coming."
She practically pulled you from the apartment and down to the street. She had the idea to get an Uber to and from the small bar that you all had decided to meet at. It wasn't often you all could get off and meet up. More or less on a day where everyone could have a couple drinks and let loose.
The car ride was short lived and filled with Mina making conversation with you about anything and everything. She lived next door to you, so she was just about the only one who you kept in touch with... well her and some of the boys who would frequent her apartment for movie night.
"Why don't you seem excited?" she asked suddenly, as the car halted.
You smiled, "It's just been so long since I've had to interact with him. Just a little worried he will bring his sour attitude with him today."
"He's not so bad," Mina giggled.
The two of you exited the car in style to be met with half the class outside standing and greeting one another. You both walked over to join them, giving hugs and telling everyone about how much you missed them all this time.
"Hey, I heard Tokoyami got us the VIP section reserved, let's get inside," Denki reminded everyone.
Tokoyami always was cooler than anyone gave him credit for back in the day.
"He must be inside," you groaned to Mina.
She just waved you off and continued catching up.
Sure enough, as soon as you entered the VIP section, he was sitting at a table with Kirishima and Izuku, looking uninterested as ever.
At least we have that in common you thought to yourself, as parties like this weren't really your thing.
You greeted everyone inside, stopping at Bakugo. You looked him up and down as he stood before you.
There always was an arrogant air that radiated off of him that seemed to not be as strong. However, he himself was very strong. He was large in the chest as he always had been, and much more muscular everywhere. You thought that the TV didn't do his physique justice.
You stretched out your hand which he scoffed and, yet still shook it.
"Been a while, Bakugo," you smiled.
"Sure has," he spoke, removing his hand from yours quite harshly.
"Who wants shots?" Mina asked, in a sing-song voice as she came walking to the table with two trays filled with shots.
You walked over and joined everyone in taking a celebratory shot. After the first shot and toast, everyone went to get drinks and more shots.
You got your signature drink and then plopped down with Momo, Ochaco, and Shoto to catch up. Everyone made their rounds to different tables to get to talk to one another. One drink became two that turned into three. One shot became two and three and then four.
The fourth shot, was a jello shot in a small cup. Everyone took them together.
You couldn't help but look over to Bakugo who effortlessly, pressed his tongue into the cup, sliding it around and then removing all of the jello in one fell swoop.
You practically choked when he looked at you to make eye contact as he chewed the jello and swallowed it. He rolled his eyes at you and then turned away to talk to everyone again.
Shit, why was that so hot?
You tried to move on with your night, but found it hard when all you could think about was his tongue and being down-
"Hey, whatcha drinkin'?" Izuku asked with a large smile plastered across his face.
You smiled up at him and gave him your drink order. He quickly went and retrieved you one, seeing as yours was empty.
You realized when he came back that you had been left at a table alone.
"Here, it's on me," he smiled.
"You didn't have to do that," you scolded.
"My treat," he shrugged.
You took a sip, enjoying a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you. It had been a busy and social night... more than you were used to... or liked.
"So, can I ask what you're doing after this?" Izuku asked. "Or is that too forward?"
You giggled, "My you sure did get confident in your old age. It isn't too forward. I'll be going home by myself to my nice empty apartment."
"M-maybe I could-cou-well maybe I could-" he stammered out, face turning a bright shade of red.
"Hey, you gonna dance with me?" Bakugo asked, shocking both you adn Izuku.
He had appeared out of nowhere, just being right next to you with an outstretched hand.
The situation was left awkward as you sat looking up at him, "Sure."
You took his hand and let him lead you off to the dance floor. There, he spun you to face him. His hands gripped tight around your waist. He moved the both of you to the beat.
Alcohol swirled through your veins allowing him to move you as he pleased.
"What's the deal?" you finally asked. "I thought you hated me."
"I do," he shrugged with a smirk. He leaned into your ear, and lightly bit your earlobe. "I hate how sexy you are. I hate how long you've made me wait to have your slutty little cunt. Gonna let me have it tonight?"
You were a bit shocked, but something about the way he was growling in your ear, sent a shock straight to your core.
You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him back to look at you, "Think you can handle me?"
He smirked, "Oh, doll, I don't think you can handle me."
Tongues and teeth fought for dominance as clothes were stripped and discarded around the apartment. It had taken too long to get there.
Bakugo had fingered you in the backseat of the Uber while you palmed him through his pants the whole way back. It was killing you both not to have each other now.
"Hate you so much," he breathed, while leading you to his bedroom. "Always hated you. You always walked around so pretty, in those little skirts. Always killing me. Always better than me. Can't take it. Gonna make a mess of you."
You let out a squeak as he pushed you back onto the bed. Your legs on either side of him spread wide. He was just looking down at you.
He pulled his boxers down, to reveal his large cock.
He didn't give any time or warning before pressing into you, quickly. He pounded his hips against yours. His pace was ungodly quick and eager.
"Fucking hate you," he grunted out.
It was too much, you couldn't take it anymore. You reached down to rub your clit, but a harsh smack was laid to it instead, by a hand that wasn't your own.
"Little slut can't even wait to cum?" Bakugo mocked. "You do as I say, got it?"
You nodded, biting your lip and whimpering.
You wanted to hate his words, but they just pressed you closer and closer to the edge.
"Yeah, that's right, take it, you slut," he spat.
Your head pressed back into the pillows impossibly hard. It was too much. You couldn't take it.
"Please, let me cum," you begged.
He chuckled as he brought his fingers down to pinch at your clit. He swirled around it and gave you the stimulation you needed to clench around him. Moans and profanities left your lips as you came undone over him, but he didn't let up. He kept going at a pace that was inhuman and continued to work at your clit.
"Give me another," he growled at you.
As if on command, you came undone again around him. It was all too much. There was a new pressure building up in you. Finally, a clear liquid covered his cock and lower half.
"That's it, cum all over my cock, slut," he grunted.
His hips began to falter as he leaned over you, attacking your neck and chest.
With only a few more thrusts, he came deep inside of you, coating your insides with his seed.
Without another word, he got up and cleaned you up, even taking the time to get a wet rag and clean you.
When he was done, you got up and began searching for your clothes.
"What are you doing?" Bakugo snapped, confused look plastered on his face.
You rolled your eyes, "Leaving."
Before you knew it, strong hands were pulling your clothes from you and throwing them across the room. He took your hand in his and lead you over to the bed and pressed you lightly down and in before climbing in after you.
"Just stay here," he spoke, cuddling up with you.
You giggled, "Bakugo, you don't have to do this."
"It's Katsuki," he said, disregarding your protests to stay.
You let yourself calm and cuddle back into him, letting out a content sigh.
"Besides, why leave when we can go for round two," you heard him snicker behind you, already feeling him get hard again.
Strong hands gripped tight around your throat. You were pulled backwards as Hajime continued to thrust up into you. Your back was pressed against his. He was the only thing holding you up.
"Hard to talk all that shit now, isn't it?" he laughed, teasingly into your ear.
You let out a choked noise, but that was all you could make out before his grip on your throat tightened.
You couldn't blame him for being so rough with you. You had kind of brought it on yourself.
Oikawa was back in town. He was good friends with both of you, so naturally, he had been hanging around you both a lot.
A few nights ago, Oikawa got some of the old crew back together again for some fun. Everyone went out to the old volleyball court and just messed around. It was there, in front of everyone, that you had made the statement that you thought out of everyone Oikawa still held as the best volleyball player.
While you may have been correct in your statement, your lover thought that you should see him as the best in everything.
"Think Oikawa could have you come undone like this?" Hajime growled in your ear.
You shuddered at the tone of his voice.
"What's the matter, pretty?" he chuckled. "Can't talk?"
You let out another choked noise before he let your throat go a bit. You gasped in for air, but his hand was quick to be just as tight as before.
Hajime moved his hand to the back of your neck and pushed you back down. He pressed your face down into the bed with such a force, you still struggled to breathe.
His hips snapped into yours with such force.
"That's right, be my good little pet and take everything I give you," he managed out.
You could tell that he was having a hard time holding himself together as he continued thrusting into you. You were just so tight. It took everything in him to speak.
Finally, his hips snapped into yours a few more times with no rhythm to them. He held himself deep inside you, feeling how you clenched around him.
His hand moved from your throat and you inhaled hard.
He chuckled, "Don't get too comfortable, doll. We still have a few more rounds to go."
The vibrator buzzed against your clit, as Hange circled you. They watched you intently as you writhed and slashed against the restraints you were in.
It was all too much.
You had lost count of what orgasm you were on, but you felt like you couldn't take it anymore.
"Aw, what's wrong?" Hange asked, as they stepped up to you and wiped away a tear that you hadn't even realized you let go.
"'s too mu-much," you hiccupped out.
You thrashed some more in your chair. No matter what you did, the toy wand stayed pressed tightly to your aching clit.
"Hm, is my experiment over already?" Hange questioned, cocking their head to the side. "I'd hate for it all to be over now, but if you insist."
They turned on their heels and turned the toy off.
You finally felt like you could breathe. You couldn't even imagine how long it had been with that toy firmly pressed against you. It was a nightmarish bliss you got stuck in.
"Ah," you breathed out, slumping forward as far as you could in the chair.
Hange walked over and lifted your chin up to look at them, "You know, I'm not done yet."
Your eyes widened as you looked into their eyes.
"I think I wanna keep you right here while I have my way with you," they smirked.
Hange bent down in front of you and removed the toy. They positioned themselves in front of you. Fingers trailed up your soaking thighs until they reached your entrance and practically slid right in.
You whined at the contact.
Their tongue began attacking your clit. You couldn't handle it. You moved so hard against the restraints, you feared that you would snap them. Honestly, maybe you were hoping that would happen so you could do something more than you were now.
Another orgasm waved over you, but this time, it was a new pressure. You looked down to see a clear liquid leaving you and covering Hange's face.
They looked up at you with a face that was lack of much emotion.
"I-I'm s'rry," you slurred. "I couldn't help it."
Hange smirked back up at you, "I want to make you do that again."
If you thought it was rough before, you weren't ready for what she had planned for the rest of the night.
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