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ldyinblckmsk · 4 years

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THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE AAAAAHHHHABSNSJAJSUWJDVSI

I frfr forgot if I requested earlier but Getting matching tattoos with Kenma maybe reader getting a controller and Kenma getting a mic. Cuz both are famous ig like he’s a famous YouTuber and she’s a singer but there relationship is private but they are seen in public as friends so like ppl peep both tattoos and start speculating. And they accidentally get exposed when she comes on his stream not knowing he’s live

I love this concept?? So much?? And it’s my first Kenma single work???

The Secret (Kenma Kozume x Reader)

The one in which you’re a famous singer dating the pro-gamer on the down low and accidentally expose it to the public

Warning(s): like a TINGE of nsfw themes like super light

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“All done?”

“It’s rare to see that you are.”

You smile at the sight of your boyfriend leaning against the doorway of your in-home studio, humming contentedly as you slip your headphones off. As you turn off the recorder and fiddle with the buttons, Kenma approaches you tiredly, running a hand through his hair let loose out of it’s small bun. The red hoodie he was wearing was loose around his frame, the bags under his eyes signalling that the stream he had just finished up had been a long one as he unscrews the lid to a water bottle.

“I heard you from the other room. Real pretty voice.”

“Sure you weren’t scared your viewers would hear?” You tease, accepting the water as Kenma scoffs, rolling his eyes before you feel him approach you from the back.

“Can we not just bask in this rare moment of freedom we both have? Please?”

“You love gaming.” You protest, feeling Kenma push your hair to one side of your head to expose your neck.

“And you love singing, but it doesn’t make it any less tiring after hours on end.”

You turn off your ring light as Kenma’s arms droop lazily around your waist, the gamer digging his face into your neck tiredly while breathing against your skin. Your fingers find one of his hands resting around your middle, stroking the ink on the skin of the side of his thumb with butterflies in your stomach at the sight of the simplistic microphone inked on his skin.

“I still can’t believe we went through with it.” You whisper, feeling his lips curl a little against your skin.

“How’s yours healing up?” Kenma murmurs into your neck, lifting his head slightly to catch your own hand and examine the tattoo of the controller on yours. You wince a little bit when he rubs his thumb over it distractedly, the skin still risen a little bit from how fresh it is.

“Stinging. Yours?”

“The pain is worth it.”

“Shut your emo ass up.” You laugh, turning to face him as Kenma clicks his tongue, murmuring something about how that wasn’t what he meant before you place a kiss on his temple sweetly.

“Dinner? We can order in.”

“Right. Like we can actually go out.” Kenma rolls his eyes as you nudge him slightly, feeling a twinge in your chest. The idea to keep it a secret had been your initial thought, but Kenma still agreed that the two of you needed to play your cards right for the sake of your careers.

“You know it would be a hassle if our viewers knew. And since when do you ever want to go out?”

“Have you not been on your phone? They’re already kind of on to us after someone digitally enhanced our recent photos to see our tattoos.” Kenma ignores your little jab at his indoor tendencies as he arches a brow.

“What?” You blink, a surge of panic rushing through your chest as you go to grab your phone. “Already-?”

“Hey.” Kenma tightens his hold on you, and you still as the setter places a quick kiss on the top of your head while attempting to ease your worries. “Let’s not freak out. Not now, at least. Just...hang with me?”

You relax, Kenma’s rare words of affection making the panic replace with warmth as you turn in his hold, arms wrapping around his middle tightly as his clasp at the small of your back. The scent of him fills your nose as you mumble into his chest, a wave of tired washing over you as Kenma hides a small, relaxed smile into your hair.

“Alright, love. Sushi okay?”

“Order me ramen.”

“Right! My viewers sent me in some apple pie, I almost forgot- Kenma, wait for me!”

“You should have said so sooner.”

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The TV was still blaring on some random episode of a netflix series when you wake up, Kenma’s hoodie hanging around your groggy figure as you wake up warm yet alone, tiredly sitting up to switch off the TV. You blink once, and then twice again before smiling to yourself.

Kenma had applied petroleum jelly to your tattoo for you, an open bottle of water already unscrewed and waiting on the clean living room table.

The plates from dinner had already been taken and now laid on the drying rack along with the apple pie neatly put away in it’s box next to it. You had to hand it to him, Kenma made it hard for you to be annoyed about waking up alone. Wiping your eyes with the loose sleeve of your boyfriend’s hoodie, you check the time only for your eyes to widen a little bit.

It was now nine in the morning, meaning that you had slept through the night without even realizing it. You sigh, going through your phone while still waking up before frowning at the influx of notifications and messages blowing up your device, the dms in particular being the most annoying.

Are you dating Kenma Kozume?!

Back off, hoe. He belongs to his fans.

Omg omg is my ship sailing??????

From: Asshole

Are you two lovebirds trying to get found out?

You narrow your eyes, shooting a text back.

-Kuroo, it’s too early for your bull.

Listen lovely, it’s never too early. And matching tattoos? He wouldn’t get any with me:((

-Wonder why.

I’VE BEEN SHOT-

You snort before stretching tiredly, putting your phone down and wandering into your spacious bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, a giddy feeling in your stomach at the fact that Kenma was supposed to finish up his live in less than twenty minutes. However, you stall, gaping at the mirror in disbelief.

A groan slips your lips as you raise a hand to your neck, eyeing the dark bruises littered up to your jaw as you hang your head and sigh. You couldn’t believe you had forgotten that Kenma had gotten a little carried away last night, your heated makeout session on the couch turning into a little something more, hence the hoodie you now adorned.

You blush as you begin to remember, shaking your head of such thoughts before tying your hair up. Oh well, nothing some concealer and color corrector wouldn’t fix- maybe a scarf or two. You begin to make breakfast after clambering into the kitchen, a nutritious breakfast of soup and fish with rice being carefully plated onto a tray almost half an hour later.

Hey, is Kenma done with his stream?

You sip some soup, tasting it as you type away on your phone.

-Should be, Kuroo- why?

Oh, his fans were blowing up his comments asking about you and I’ve never seen the poor boy so flustered. Hug him, will you?

-Bringing him breakfast now.

I’m so glad he met you:’)

-Buzz off:’)

You ignore the snarky response from Kuroo before lifting the tray, not even bothering to knock or say you were coming in as you push the door open to Kenma’s gaming room after ascending the stairs, figuring that the stream was supposed to end ten minutes ago-

And oh boy did you wish you had knocked.

You almost drop the tray, stilling at the sight of Kenma’s stream still ongoing, the cat-like boy pushing back from his monitor in shock as he whips his head to look at you from his gaming chair-

You, his hoodie draped hanging off your figure with no pants underneath, simply exposing your bare legs and your hair tied back messily, a tray of breakfast in your hand that signalled you had spent the night together-

and not to mention the hickies ever so evident on your neck.

“Y/N-”

You squeak, stepping out of the door and slamming it shut behind you just as Kenma’s comments explode across the monitor. You were in for it now.

The tray gets slowly lowered in front of the door before you make a mad dash to your shared bedroom, ignoring the now increased influx of notifications on your phone from Kenma’s hoodie pocket before throwing it across the room and face-planting onto your bed.

How could you have been so careless?

Heat tinges your eyes as you muffle a scream into the sheets.

What’s gonna happen now?

You flinch at the sound of someone else entering the room, refusing to look up from your spot as a familiar figure sits next to your teary one carefully. A feeling of guilt and wishing you could turn back time weighs on your chest as Kenma strokes a hand through your hair.

“Don’t panic.”

“Don’t panic?!” You sit up, Kenma eyeing you evenly as he watches frustrated tears brim your eyes. “I just walked into your live!”

“I know, I was there.”

“Kenma!” You whine, and surprise etches onto your features when Kenma stifles a laugh into his palm, looking off to the side before taking your hand in one of his carefully. The other one wipes moisture from your eyes as Kenma stops teasing you, looking at you seriously through golden irises.

“We’d have to let them know eventually, you do know that- right? Or did you want to keep us a secret forever?”

“I know, but...” You sniff, Kenma using his finger to tilt your chin up slightly to tilt his head.

“But?”

“I don’t want to...ruin your career.” You finish quietly, and you gasp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, Kenma now looking at you with a hard edge to his eyes as he stares down at you from his position on top.

“Well, isn’t this familiar-” your cracked voice tries to joke.

“Shut up.” Kenma rolls his eyes before leaning down so his nose is almost touching yours.

“Would I have gotten this ink permanently drawn onto my damn skin if I thought you’d ever ruin anything for me?”

At your loss of words, Kenma sighs before taking one of your relaxed hands- the one with the controller on it- and bringing the side of your thumb to his lips so he can mumble against it.

“And this? This tattoo of yours means that you’re mine. Didn’t we get these tattoos because we knew we’d reveal it anyway?”

“Kenma, you’re speaking too much calm down-”

“Y/N.”

You stop with your antics as Kenma’s voice softens, eyeing you seriously. “Don’t you...want to be together?”

“God, what kind of question is that?” You frown, lifting your hands to cup his face as you look up at his pretty features. “You know I do.”

“Then I’m happy you walked into my stream.” Kenma turns his head into your touch to kiss your palm. “Because now all those damn pretty boys in your dms know you’re taken.”

“Kenma, they saw hickies.”

“So?”

“I can’t with you.” You roll your eyes before releasing a breathy laugh, glancing at the phone screen from the floor across the room as it turns off and on, lighting your screen up with notifciations. “I’m taking it the press is eating this up?”

“Like a damn buffet.” Kenma sighs, lazily beginning to trace patters into your exposed thighs. “You know what I can eat up though?”

“The breakfast you stepped over on your way to pursue me?” You blink innocently, laughing when Kenma shoots you a tired stare.

“Sure. Let’s eat breakfast.”

“Kenma-” You begin to whine, only for your boyfriend to kiss your lips in a chaste manner, lips lifting ever so slightly when you blink doe-eyed up at him in response. The phones become ignored as Kenma throws his behind him, the press now forgotten as two phones now blow up beside one another.

His thumb strokes yours as the ink on both of your skin traces over one another, the slight sting of the tattoos unnoticeable as Kenma’s hands slide further up his hoodie.

“Use that pretty voice of yours and tell me what you want then, princess.”

“I’m starting to think you did this on purpose.” You murmur against his lips as Kenma scoffs in the midst of trailing kisses down your neck.

“There’s a reason my stream didn’t end when I told you it would, love.”

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ldyinblckmsk · 4 years

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idk but my anxious ass thought that sparky boi accidentally send his nudes to the wrong person tg this is so fluffy💓💓

Check Your Phone {K.D}

SUMMARY: A whole new meaning to phone tag.

PAIRING: Kaminari x Reader

RATINGS: M/E

WARNINGS: Swearing, smut, little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, a little bit of silliness,all characters have been aged up 18+.

WORD COUNT: 5K+

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my fourth piece for @bnhabookclub bingo event! I’m crossing off “nudes” with this bad boy. I know what youre thinking “Leaf posted twice in a week?! Is she okay? Is she sick?!” I’m fine I just realized how many days I have left to black out my bingo card so we gotta kick it into gear. You may have also noticed that this is the second piece this week for a character I’ve never written for, so I hope you like it!

A huge thank you to @fanfic-me-up for beta reading this for me and giving me that last little push I needed to write it.

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“Baby girl, I have to go to work, are you going to wake up?” You felt your boyfriend’s fingers tracing lines up your bareback. You could feel just the slightest bit of electricity tingling your skin.

“Mmm, no, I don’t think so,” you smiled, eyes still closed as Kaminari leaned over to you.

“Being out of work is making you lazy.” He teased into your hair.

“Lazy!” Your eyes flew open as you found the blond man perched on the edge of the bed. He had a grin plastered on his sweet face. “I think, after last, I deserve to be a little lazy!”

“Hey, now, I was there too! You don’t see me lounging in bed all day.” He leaned over to kiss you, but you moved, so he got a mouthful of pillow instead.

“Yeah, you were there, but I did all of the work Denki Kaminari. Mr. Oh baby, I shouldn’t have had that last beer, you mind being on top tonight?” You raised your eyebrows as you smirked at him. Instead, all you received in return was a laugh.

“I can’t believe that worked too.” The man stopped laughing as soon as he saw your eyebrows knit together.

“You weren’t that drunk last night?” The both of you just looked at each other.

“Oh! I gotta go!” He jumped to his feet and managed to kiss on your forehead before moving away from him. “Love ya, sweetcheeks! I’ll see that ass tonight!"

And then he was gone. You stared after him as the bedroom door clicked shut. It was easy to pretend you were mad at Denki. He took everything as a joke anyway, and half the time didn’t realize you were upset until you were slamming the bedroom door, indicating that you were, in fact, done with his shit for the day. Smiling to yourself, you pulled the black blanket up around you and grabbed your phone from your nightstand. It wasn’t long before you got tired of catching up on your socials before switching over to TikTok.

The first one you saw was a girlfriend sending her boyfriend some sort of dirty message to her boyfriend and his reaction was great. You watched the screen as the man flushed bright red and immediately dropped his phone down onto the table. You watched as he scanned the room until he found his girlfriend, then he nodded his head towards the door for them to go.

You weren’t in the same room as Kaminari, but just thinking about his reaction was priceless. Switching over to your messages, you pulled up his thread and quickly typed out a simple non-dirty message to get it started.

You

Hey baby. You wanna play a game?

Kaminari wasn’t even to the hero agency when your name flashed across his screen. Did he want to play a game with you? Of fucking course he did. He replied with an "Of course!” before seeing the three little dots indicating you were typing. A moment later, the most spark inducing picture filled his screen. You were lying in bed naked. He let his eyes roam the pixelated image of your body. One hand was resting on your breast while the other one slipped down between your legs. He was so fixated on the fact that you sent this to him on the subway, he didn’t even have time to think about how you managed to take this picture. Then the realization that he was on the tube hit him.

Clutching his phone to his chest, he glanced around, letting relief wash over him that the train car was nearly empty.

Kaminari

Oh fuck, Lil mama. What the hell are you trying to do to me?

You

Ideally? Get you hot and bothered. Did I get ya before you got to your big meeting for the “critical mission?”

Kaminari rolled his eyes at your message. He could hear that sultry teasing voice through the screen. Oh god, if he was home, the things he would do to you. He was taking a deep breath to calm, well everything in him right now.

Kaminari

Baby girl, if I were home…

You

Wanna hear the game now?

Kaminari

Fuck yes.

You

We are just going to send nudes to each other all day until one of us can not stop themselves and has to cave.

Kaminari

You’re going to get me in trouble with work.

You

Then don’t get caught.

Kaminari

Recycled nudes?

You

Nope. They have to be new.

Kaminari felt his heart trying to slam its way out of his chest. Fuck he wanted to play, but he actually had a lot of work that he had to do today there was going to be an important meeting for a mission that Bakugou had requested him for. Oh god, if Bakugou caught him playing your game… He shuddered at the thought.

But then again.

He scrolled back up to your picture and looked again at the picture. You had one knee up, your foot close to your ass. His eyes traveled over your curves; if he was home, he could salivate over you, but Kaminari felt dirty doing it on the train, so instead, he just zoomed in on the picture a little more. He could see your painted nails digging into your breast’s skin, the nipple on your other was perked. God, he wanted to be home.

Finally, Kaminari made it up to your face, and he was ready to die. Your plump bottom lip was caught in between your teeth, and you were winking at the camera.

You

Well? Whatdya say, Sparky? You in?

Kaminari

Fuck yes, I’m in. Let me get to the office.

You

Okay! Just know, when you lose, you also get to buy me dinner tonight.

Kaminari

Well, when I win, I’ll be your dinner.

You

Yeah, okay, baby. I suppose if that’s what you need to tell yourself.

Kaminari could picture you winking over your shoulder at him. The minute the train came to a stop, he was off and out the door sprinting to his agency.

It’d been about twenty minutes since you had texted Kaminari last. You were still in bed, but you’d moved from where you had been when he left. Looking up at the ceiling fan, you smiled up at it. Who knew that they could be used other than just to cool a room down. You were about to roll off the bed when your phone dinged. Grinning, you held it up and unlocked.

Your goof ball did not disappoint. He was in his bathroom at the office; you could see his clothes kicked off to the side, showing that he was trying to get them out of the frame. His ridiculous sunglasses. Were still perched on his nose as he winked at you in the picture.

You had the luxury of being at home, so when your eyes landed on his hardened cock you couldn’t help your mouth watering. Pressing your knees together, you smiled as you did roll off the bed and made your way to the bathroom.

Looking around the bright room, your eyes landed on your phone’s tripod. You turned the shower on before turning back around to the phone on the vanity. Your goal for today was straightforward. It was almost too easy to drive your boyfriend insane because you knew how bad Kaminari had simped over you before you started dating. It never took much to have him turning into a putty in your hands.

Once the timer was set on the camera, you jumped into the shower, making sure to get your hair wet before turning to face the wall. You propped one hand on your lower back, so your fingers were resting on your ass while your other came up and grabbed a hand full of your wet locks. Once you heard the camera click, you turned the water off and grabbed your robe. You had no intention of losing this game. Your poor boyfriend had no idea what he had agreed too. You couldn’t get your phones in your hands fast enough, swiping over to the pictures you smiled at the outcome of the shot. Your ass looked nearly perfect. You quickly sent it to Kaminari before brushing your teeth and drifted to another part of the house.

This was going to kill the man. He stared down at the screen, salivating. This would be embarrassing for almost anyone else but Kaminari Denki? Nah, man, this was his dream. He spared a glance up at the office door to make sure that it was locked before he unbuckled his pants and shimmied them down his thighs. From there, he grabbed the end of his shirt and stuck the hem in between his teeth. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he managed to wink at the camera before tugging all clothing articles in place. He hit send and then set his phone down on the desk. He started going through the stack of papers he’d been ignoring when his phone buzzed.

Now any normal man may have been embarrassed by how fast Kaminari grabbed his phone and unlocked it, but again, Kaminari wasn’t like normal men. He didn’t care who knew he was in love with every single part of you. Inside and out.

You

Denki! You still have your clothes on!

Kaminari

Baby girl, you’re going to have to cut me a little slack. I can’t get naked in my office when Kirishima will be here any minute so we can head to Bakugous’ agency.

You

Well, why not? Don’t you want to play?

Fuck. Of course, Kaminari wanted to play. More importantly, he wanted to play with you. After several minutes he stood up from behind his desk and walked around to the front, stipping out of his hero costume he set the time on his phone and did his best to lean seductively against the wall, but he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming in. This was apparent when he checked the picture and saw his face was blurred from turning to look at the door. He didn’t have time to overthink it as he grabbed his pants and quickly pulled the clothes on. Then he sent the picture and sat back down.

Kaminari

Happy?

Kaminari was greeted with another picture. Okay, so this wasn’t fair for him, he thought as he leaned back in his seat. You were sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs crossed. Your eyes were closed while your stunning face was looking up towards the sunlight streaming through the skylights. The sun illuminated yo..ur skin, and you were practically glowing. His eyes lingered on your breast for a beat longer before the text came through.

You

Thrilled

A sudden knock on the door startled Kaminari, which was quite apparent by how he threw his phone in the air.

“Oh shit, hang on, I-I’m coming!” Scrambling away from the desk, he grabbed his phone from the ground and saved himself from face planting into the wall. Once his phone was safe and secure in his pocket, he turned and rushed to the door. Kirishima was standing there, staring at him.

“Hey, bro, why is your door locked? You got Y/N in here again?” Kirishima was giving him a toothy grin but giving enough space that if you were in there, again, he wouldn’t see anything. Again.

Kaminari tapped his phone and laughed. “Nah, man! She’s at home!”

“Oh good, I. Well, you know.” Kirishima chuckled. “Well, are you ready? Bakugou is in one of his moods today."

Both men rolled their eyes as Kaminari stepped out of his office before freezing. "Let me just go to the bathroom quick."

Before waiting for an answer, he stepped back into the office, leaving the main door open to not arouse suspicions as he ducked into the bathroom. He stripped all his clothes off one more time before putting one foot up on the toilet and flashed a peace sign in the mirror. Nothing was going to keep him from winning this game. Not even one of his best friends is probably standing in his office, waiting for him to come back out. He checked the picture this time to make sure it wasn’t blurry before he sent it. "Oh yeah, my little sunshine nugget is going to love this one.”

Just as quick as kaminari had stripped, he redressed and was back out in the office. “Alright bro, you ready?” Kaminari asked, grinning as his phone was slid back in his pocket.

“What the hell were you doing in there, man?” Kirishima asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Going to the bathroom? Wanna go with me next time?” He joked as he grabbed his keys and wallet off his desk.

“That’s going to be a hard no from me.” Kirishima paused. Kaminari knew he wanted to say something else, but when Kirishima shook his head and strolled out of the office, Kaminari followed suit. The two men left Kaminari’s office in silence.

“So. How’s your sunshine nugget?” Kirishima finally broke the silence, Kaminari would have flushed if he’d been asked about any other past girlfriends, but you were different. You were special.

“She’s just the best.” Kaminari sighed happily. “We are playing a game right now."

"Like Yahtzee online?” Kirishima asked the blond man paused, trying to think of how much would be too much to share.

“No. Like tag.” A beat. “Naked tag.”

“Naked tag?” The red-headed man came to a stop on the sidewalk. “What is a naked tag?”

“It’s the best game I think I’ve ever played, I would show you, but I know she would murder me,” Kaminari said, knowing full well that if he did ever show the pictures you graced his eyes with, there wouldn’t be a safe place in the world for him to hide. “So. Okay, she came up with this game this morning, so she sends me a nude, and then I send her one back and then whoever can’t keep going loses. So when Y/N loses, we will be having a long night inside."

"You know, you’re fortunate she’s as horny as you are.” Kirishima laughed. “You should marry her before she comes out of this fog and realizes how you are.”

“I know. She’s been with me for almost three years; you would think she would have realized by now. But she is the best.” A dreamy sigh escaped the man’s lips, and his mind flashed to his nightstand, as the two of them turned into the building that Bakugou’s office was located in. Both men heard a soft ding coming from Kaminari’s pocket; he grinned up at his friend before turning to the bathroom in the lobby.

“Don’t be late, man, Bakugou will rip your head off if you’re late,” Kirishima warned as he turned and headed towards the elevator. Kaminari waved him off as he ducked into the bathroom. As soon as he was safe inside a stall, the heavy door locked, he pulled out his phone and eagerly unlocked it.

You were still in the kitchen, but this time you were standing in front of the oven, Kaminari could tell you had his grilling apron on and nothing else. Your bare ass was on full display.

Okay.

He wasn’t going to win. He left the message on read as he left the bathroom and went upstairs to his friend’s office.

After about ten minutes of standing in the kitchen, whipped cream can sitting on the kitchen island; you were starting to get bored. Not with the game, you were tired of waiting. You knew that your boyfriend opened your message, so you knew he saw it. But why wasn’t he answering? You frowned as you folded the apron back into a square and slapped it on the counter. Slugging you robe back on, you went and planted yourself on the couch.

Turning on Netflix, you put a movie on and waited for your boyfriend to answer.

“Hey.” You heard a voice in your ear. You became very aware that you first off, fell asleep, and second off, there was someone in the room with you. You laid there for a minute before you felt a hand squeeze your knee. “Hey, wake up, baby girl.”

Slowly you opened your eyes to find your boyfriend practically hovering over you. You could feel electricity buzzing around him as he looking down on you. His golden eyes were boring into your own, and you suddenly felt tiny. “Hey, handsome. What time is it?”

“Like one-thirty.” He said. You shot up and looked around, as soon as your eyes landed on the open window, and you saw sunlight you realized it was just the afternoon. “You win. I’ll buy you whatever you want for dinner.”

“Mmm,” smiling, you nestled down into the couch. “Whatever I want? What if I want to drive to Katsuura and have lobster tails?”

“I’ll take you. Wherever you want, but you have to come to the bedroom with me.” He pressed himself into your thigh, and you smiled, feeling the reason for his inclination. “Please, baby girl. Please, I. I’m losing. I’m waving all the white flags in the world."

"Well, I would, but I decided that walking is just out of the que-” You were cut off when Kaminari grabbed your wrist, pulled you up and into his lap.

“I’ll fuck you right here if you want bu-” It was your turn to cut him off. You ground down into his lap and watched as his head fell back. His hands drifted from the back of your thighs up under your robe. “Oh god, baby, you’re dripping already.” His fingers grazing your pussy as hands continued roaming you. You smiled as you untied your robe and let it fall away. Kaminari’s eyes instantly roamed your body.

“What can I say,” leaning forwards, you placed several small kisses against his neck, inciting a groan to vibrate through him. “I get turned on by blurry pictures.”

Kaminari didn’t even give you an answer as he attached his lips to your nipple. Your hands found their way into his hair. Grinning, you pulled his hair back until you heard him release your nipple with a soft pop. “I’m too tired to be on top.” sighing dramatically, you shimmed off of him and let your robe fall to the floor. You could feel his eyes locked onto your form as you walked out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom. You dropped down onto the bed and sat there waiting. “Denki, are you coming?”

You could hear him scrambling off the couch and ran to the bedroom. You looked up at him as he threw his shirt onto the floor and looked at you from the door. You were admiring his body as he approached you. “So lobster tail?"

"Mmhmm.” You smiled as you laid back into the mattress as he crawled up you, stopping at your waist. He left a trail of kisses across your skin before dipping down between your legs. His head popping up almost immediately.

“You sure you don’t want pizza. That gives me more time.” He grinned as he moved your legs to his shoulders, laughing. His golden eyes felt like they were piercing into your soul as you looked down at him. You shook your head no as he ducked back down. A moment later, you felt a warm, tingling sensation around your clit. Your hands found their place tangled in his hair as you felt one of his hands wrap around your thigh and trace small lightning bolts on top of the skin. The hand came up, and you felt one of his slender fingers slip its way into your dripping sex. Letting out a soft moan, you could tell he wasn’t pleased with that reaction, quickly he added a second finger. This time you gasped and brought the heels of your feet to his back and pressed down as he began to pump slowly in and out of you. His mouth never leaving your clit, and his eyes never losing yours. This is what always got you going. The way he looked at you. He may be a jokester and not the best ladies man, though he tried harder than everyone else, there was something about being the one that had his undivided attention that made your heart flutter. He took his time with you, in the bedroom he was so serious, as if he expected you just to get up and leave at any point. And you knew why. His girlfriend before you had constantly made him feel inadequate in bed and would just get up and leave the room without telling him she didn’t like what he was doing.

The first time you told him that something hurt and he was doing it wrong, he became so emotional that you hadn’t just left, he teared up. It was then that you decided if you ever saw that smug-faced bitch of an ex-girlfriend, you would demolish her on the spot. Not in a crazy “you slept with my boyfriend” way, but in a “you emotionally hurt my boyfriend, and that pisses me off” kind of way.

You were lost in thought, so you’d missed what he asked, but with the sudden loss of contact, you found his face above yours again. “Where’d ya go?”

You gave him a soft smile and shifted slightly under him. “Paris.”

“Yeah, was I there?” He grinned as he leaned over to kiss you, which you let him. His hand released your thigh as it came up to cup your cheek. You could tell just how his hands had only a slight buzz to them that he was holding back. You shook your head no and grinned up at him.

“Nope! I was all alone at a little cafe eating bread and cheese.” You were watching his face, the way he had little eye crinkles that you knew only appeared when he smiled. The way he wrinkled his nose at you to let you know that he knew you were teasing him.

“I’ll take you to Paris and buy you all the bread and cheese you want.” He tried to kiss you again, but you turned your face, so he missed it.

“Don’t you tease me, Kaminari. If we ever go to Paris, we may never come home.” You pulled him closer until you could feel his cock against your entrance.

“I’m home where you are.” He replied, the two of you froze. “That was an inner thought. You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“That’s how much you love me?” Hot tears were welling up in your eyes. Pulling him flush against your chest, you used all your weight to roll him over, so you were straddling him. “Denki Kaminari. I knew you loved me, but I didn’t know you had such strong feelings."

"You weren’t supposed to hear that!"

"But I did! You think I’m your home! You love me! You should just marry me!” You teased, but when Kaminari scooted you both closer to his side of the bed, he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a little box. You froze. Froze as he looked up at you holding the box. “I swear to God, Denki, if you open that box and it’s earrings again, I’ll murder you."

"No, no pranks this time.” You felt one of his hands come around to your back to hold you in place as he adjusted so he could sit up. He made sure that he was still just brushing your entrance, and that your legs were wrapped around his waist. “I just. I want to be with you. You’re the only one that’s called me annoying in a loving way. You laugh with me and play games every day. There’s no one I want to spend the rest of my life chasing."

"This isn’t a joke?” A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched him smile and fumble with the box to pull the ring out. It was a stunning ring. It was a simple gold band with a pear-shaped black diamond that was surrounded by little white diamonds.

“No baby girl. It’s not a joke I wa-” He was cut off by you suddenly rolling your hips once he was securely inside of you, and the hand on your hip was gripping your waist you leaned forwards and kissed him.

“You sure you want to be stuck with me forever? Once I put that on, you’re stuck with me.”

“I would be the luckiest idiot alive to be stuck with you forever.” You watched him as he looked away and raised an eyebrow at his sentence. Unwrapping your legs, you moved, so your weight was on your knees. Once you were comfortable, you lifted yourself off his cock, making sure to move nice and slow to feel every vein he had running up the sides. As soon as you dropped down again, you pressed your forehead to his.

“I know what you mean. We can be idiots together.” You kissed him again and felt his tongue run along your lower lip, but before you let him deepen the kiss, you pulled away and held your left hand out to him. “We are going to have to come up with another story to tell people how we got engaged."

"You don’t want to tell people I was balls deep when I asked you?” He teased as he slipped the ring on. The metal against your skin made you smile as you looked down at it. It felt right that it was there. It felt like it should have been there the whole time.

“No. I think it might kill my mother if I tell her that.” Looking up, you found your boyfriend, no your fiance looking at you with the most loving smile on his face. “Are you going to make me happy?”

“Yes, or I’ll die trying.” He grinned as you threw your arms around his neck and pushed him over. You felt so happy. He was with the only man who was always down to play whatever stupid game you wanted to play. He never argued with you about what to watch on tv. He was always willing to go on a day trip when you both were off. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you as much as you couldn’t keep yours off of him. Both of his hands were gripping your hips now as you kissed him one more time before you pushed yourself up. As soon as you felt him bottom out, you let your head fall back. “Are you ready?”

“Always.” You were smiling down at him, and he felt every surge of electricity running through him, threatening to explode out of him. You looked so happy, you always looked happy, but this time, he knew without a doubt that you were happy to be with him. He never doubted it, but now, knowing you felt like this at the thought of spending together forever was doing it for him. Holding onto your waist, he flipped you back over and slowly pulled his cock out of you before slamming back into you. The moan that fell from your lips was the sound he’d been waiting to hear all day from the first picture you’d sent him until he walked into the house this afternoon and found you sleeping on the couch.

The only thing Kaminari wanted to hear for the rest of his life is the sound of your sweet moans. He pulled out and slammed back into you, grinning as your fingernails found their spot on his shoulders, he leaned into you and whispered into your ear. “You like that baby girl?”

“Yes, sir!” He felt the apple of your cheek as you smiled against the side of his face. “Mmm, I love it."

Turning, he found that spot on your neck that had you in the palm of his hands every time, as he began to piston into you. The sounds falling from your lips were better than any high he had ever tried, ever. "Mrs. Kaminari.” He groaned into your ears.

“Oh, fuck!” You pushed his chest away as he felt a rush of warm liquid around him as your walls clenched around him. You both looked down between the two of you, before you snorted. “Okay, so,” you giggled. “Don’t call me that again.”

“What? Mrs. Kaminari?” He teased as he felt your legs tightening around him. “Oh, baby girl. I’m going to have to take you to get lobster tomorrow.”

“Babe that wasn’t the-” You bit your lip as he rolled his hips against you again. “I wa-” Again, he rolled his hips. “Fuck. Me.” You managed to choke out before he rolled his hips again.

“Tomorrow?” He teased, knowing full well that you weren’t going to accept defeat when you had won.

“No.” You managed to get out with gritted teeth. Then he was rolling back onto his back, and you were over him grinning down. “I won Mr. Kaminari. I expect to claim my reward."

The simple game of phone tag turned into a long night in the bedroom and ended with you sitting on his lap in the living room, cock buried deep inside of you, while you were curled to his chest while he ordered a pizza. There wasn’t one winner by the end. You’d won the game and the ring, but Kaminari won you.

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and that's on how to relieve stress...in a demon way

Bro... What.

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IT'S CONFIRMED I GOT CHEATED IN MY PAST LIFE

Requesting cheating angst with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, and Atsumu? Rip my heart apart please😌😌♥️

oH SHIT let’s do a remix on the fluff for this one post, everybody- I’m in an angsty mood so uh, eskettit :( I couldn’t make it past Akaashi’s scenario and I had so many breaks, so proceed at your own risk, everyone!

Turn and Keep Going. (Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Akaashi) - angst -

TW: CHEATING, CURSING, ANGST- no fr I ugly cried and I wrote it

Kuroo

“Y/N. Where do you keep the extra towels again?”

You didn’t mean to see it. In fact, if you had the choice on whether or not you did-

you would have chosen not to.

The phone in your hand became tightened in an iron-clad grip as a chuckle with a nervous tinge to it slipped Kuroo’s mouth, and the world seemed to drown out for a moment. As if the world around you submerged into the water of the sea, where everything you could hear was jumbled as a strange heat flooded your vision, choking your lungs with the salt of the ocean.

“Y/N?” The garbled voice was questioning now as your eyes stayed glued to the screen, of the naked set of breasts and invites, even worse-

the accepting replies.

That was all it took for you to flinch away from the hand that Kuroo had carefully set on your back hunched over the device, the towel he had been using to dry off his hair falling to the floor in a heap of material as the raven-haired boy finally entered your bedroom from his post-practice shower.

Still, the phone remained tightened in your hand so tight to the point where your knuckles were turning white.

“Why are you going through my phone?” The accusatory edge to Kuroo’s voice had risen, and so did you to your feet, the device hitting the floor next to the towel as you fight to keep your head afloat.

“How long?” Your voice cracked, no matter how hard you fought the breaking feeling spreading across your chest as Kuroo seemed to still completely, and you didn’t need to look at him fully in the face to know how utterly guilty he looked.

“W-What do you-?”

“Don’t.” Your voice was soft, refusing to meet the captain’s eyes now, not knowing just who was standing in your room.

Not knowing just who was the man now holding your face in his hands, urging you to look at him with his own flood falling on his cheeks as his words remained garbled. Still, you let him.

“Baby. Kitten-fuck. I don’t know what you think you saw, but I love you! I wasn’t completely there when I-”

“Fucked her?” Your voice hadn’t risen, eyes glazed over in a haze as Kuroo’s voice hitched.

“No. Nononono- Y/N, kitten-”

“T-Tetsurou?” The name felt foreign on your tongue as your head finally rose to meet his, willing everything inside you to hold it back as Kuroo held you tighter, as if his arms would salvage what was falling apart.

“Get out.”

“Y/N. Please.” His voice fell to a whisper-

and the dam broke.

“I SAID GET THE HELL OUT.” You screamed, falling to your knees as your arms wrapped around yourself, knowing you were all you had in the world at the moment. You saw his legs approach you, before hesitating and turning the other way, clenched fists creating bloody marks in his hands from his fingernails as he complied.

“And Tetsurou.” You spat just as his legs stall in the doorway, watching as Kuroo’s feral and playful eyes that once painted every edge of your universe seemed to be fighting to remain stable. The captain heard those words, and couldn’t fight the sobs beginning to wreck his body as the voice he loved echoed in his ears with parting words-

Your voice didn’t crack this time.

“Don’t come back.”

Iwaizumi

“She’s a nobody.”

You jump at the sound of the voice, humorless chuckle slipping your lips as Iwa steps to your side, dark eyes looking tired and void of any light that might had once lit up his dark irises. You look out at the landscape, still looking straight forward as the ace settles next to you, hanging his forearm across his bent knee.

“How did you find me?”

“It’s been two years. I know you, Y/N.” Iwaizumi’s eyes bore into your side profile, and more sarcastic giggles make their way past your lips as you hug your knees to your chest, jabbing him where it hurts.

“Funny. I really thought I knew you, Hajime-”

“Don’t you start with that shit.”

You lazily finally meet Iwa’s eyes, causing the ace to feel the lump growing in his throat at the amount of light drained from the look of them, mirroring his own. Iwa moistens his lips, trying to get his head back on track as the heat tinges at the sides of his eyes.

“We love each other, don’t we?”

“Yeah. We did.”

Iwa flinches at the past-tense term, feeling his breathing hollow out at the sound of it.

“We must’ve at some point, right?” All cried-out, you watch the sun seem to slowly sink into the horizon in a mix of color as your eyes soak in its’ prettiness, as if the light from the sun would somehow bring the gleam back to your eyes-

but every time you closed them, all you saw was Iwaizumi fiercely kissing another girl in the passenger seat of her car, fist clenched in her hair as he kissed her with anger from the fight he had with you-

“You do. You love me.” The denial sunk in as you laugh. And you laugh some more as if that were the most idiotic thing in the world. “And I love you, Y/N- princess, we can make this work and get through this-!”

“I don’t want to, though.” You cut him off, drawing circles in the dirt as you remember the nights teasing Iwa for showing too little emotion- not knowing that the most you would get out of him would be after he stuck his tongue down another girl’s throat.

“Don’t you get that?” You shake your head, smiling as if you can’t believe it, shoving Iwa’s attempt of holding you off of you as you raise to your feet, soaking in the colors as they fade to a more dark color palate.

“I don’t give a fuck about some nobody, don’t you get that?!” Iwa’s on his feet now too, and you finally begin to crack as you look out to the horizon, a familiar heat flooding your vision as you smile.

“Hey, Hajime.” You ignore his cry, prompting the dark-haired boy to look in the same direction you were. “This is where it all started, didn’t it? Where you kissed me, and promised that you would always protect me, right?”

Iwa’s own eyes brim with frustration as the stinging heat from earlier takes over, feeling the mix of regret and heartbreak begin to settle in as you turn and give him a smile. No sarcastic intention behind it as you close your eyes, Iwa’s eyes widening at the sight of something he’d never get to see again.

“I guess you really don’t know me, after all.” You smile to the point where its’ painful, spinning on your heel. “I came because I knew you’d find me, not to fix whatever this is, but-”

You’re turned around now, the sun fading into night as you will your legs to keep walking.

“To say goodbye to you, Hajime.”

And so, the dark-haired ace watched as you walked off into the distance and out of his life for a problem he created, yells of frustration enclosed in his throat and the need to punch something ever-so prevalent-

as the sky above now swirled with dark pigment.

Akaashi

“Don’t. Don’t go, please.”

“Keiji, let go.” You tug your arm in an attempt to make the messy-haired boy release you, trembling when he pulls you into his chest, burying his head in your neck as the hot tears hit your skin, prompting you to bite your lip and fight the urge to hold him back as your own eyes burn. If he wouldn’t let you go, then-

You can’t help the vicious words from slipping. “She’s waiting, you should go to her, shouldn’t you?”

“Stop. D-Don’t say that-”

“Am I wrong?” Your voice remains stable to your surprise, causing Akaashi to tighten his hold on you even more. “The girl who came out after you in your shower...who is she?”

“No one! No one, Y/N, you were so far for so long, and-”

“And what?” You question emotionlessly. “You have needs? You were lonely? Cut the bullshit.”

“Do you know what it’s been like?” Akaashi’s voice is soft with an angry edge as he pulls back, still holding you in his arms as if to keep you there for an eternity, and for a minute, time does stop-

and you soak in the reality. Life tore you two apart, distanced yet together, far away yet still part of the same relationship. The blue-eyed boy would never be able to rewind the clock and keep you as his no matter what life hurled-

“Let go.”

“Fuck if I do.”

Your strong exterior begins to crumble as Akaashi watches with now widened eyes as the viciousness drains only to be replaced with sorrow, relief filling his heart when you hold him back just as tightly, your chin resting on his shoulder as your grateful he won’t be able to see what kind of expression crosses your features.

“Keiji.” You whisper almost child-like, causing Akaashi’s heart to swell with hope until the next words make his heart stop.

“Eat healthy, will you? I know Bokuto likes to drag you around to all these places, but too much ramen isn’t good for you-”

“Y/N?”

“And please, for god sakes, make sure you remember to pick up your suit from the laundromat on Thursdays, I know you’re presentations are usually on Fridays-”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, and don’t forget- you always make it a point to drop by Konoha’s for a guy night on the fourth of every month, so don’t drink too much because it gives you a massive migraine in the middle of the night-”

“Y/N!”

“And Keiji?” You pull back, corners of your mouth pulled back as you cup his face gently, leaning your forehead against his as Akaashi Keiji freezes in shock as the love of his life, his future, his world-

Smiles a wordless goodbye, capturing his lips as Akaashi wonders how to turn the hands of time, forcing the laws of nature to bend for his selfish desires as his arms slacken-

“Be happy.” You whisper, retracting your arms and hands before stepping out of his now weak grip, brushing past him with a finality in your steps as time refuses to stop, Akaashi fighting every instinct on forcing you to stay with him-

letting you go as the hands of time continue to move along with your steps away from him, the setter lifting a hand to his mouth before he falls to his knees and looks up to the sky-

wishing he had more hours, minutes, and seconds to see that smile for just a bit longer.

“Yeah. You do the same, love.”

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LMAO GO READ SOME OF MY FLUFF IF THIS MADE YOU SAD I’M SORRY

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IM SORRY WHAT?? WHO'S THAT FREAKING WITCH????

She strikes again. Maybe I do wanna meet her, huh?

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THIS TRILOGY IS SO MAGNIFICENT THE WRITING STYLE THE DIALOGUE THE FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS IVE FELT IT ALL AGSHJAKAJAKA THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST OBEY ME FANFIC WORKS IVE READ 💘💗💝❤💘💖💓

Part 3

Paramour (Diavolo x Reader)

You love Diavolo. And Diavolo loves you. But in the Devildom, relationships aren’t as straightforward as that—and Diavolo being the future ruler of the Devildom certainly complicates things. So when you learn that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, a human, you’re overjoyed. Yet, there are still issues. Big issues. Diavolo wants you to be his paramour—whatever that means. But you want to be his wife. And with each passing moment, it’s beginning to feel like even love can’t bridge the gap between your worlds.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | ✔

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i swear how it makes me suuuper happy when i read those comments and notes

Dear Fanfiction Readers,

If you’re afraid to leave a review/comment because you think it’ll sound stupid, don’t be. Just leave an incoherent reply in all caps. We love that shit.

Sincerely,

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👁

That was smooth, I can feel it in my bones.

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ldyinblckmsk · 4 years

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i def need a part 2🤧

❝ang iwasan❞

☾pairing: tsukishima kei x reader; (ft. oc)

☾genre: angst

☾word count: 1,485 words

☾note: i have zero self-control. i haven’t written in english for years and the wc is kinda unexpected. i’m currently accepting requests while trying to complete my never ending WIPs. ah! and forgive me for not putting a ‘keep reading’ somewhere.

☾currently playing on repeat: ang iwasan by moira dela torre

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“KEI! Come here!” Your heart stopped as soon as you heard a familiar name coming out of your club mate’s lips. You were silently praying that she was calling a different man, but you know that your prayer did not work when a familiar manly scent engulfed your senses.

‘Did any deity ever listened whenever I pray?’ you asked before looking at the blond man, standing beside Akiko. He looks taller than you last saw him. His blank face reminds you of the days before formally knowing him. “H-Hi.” You were hesitating. Should you pretend that you’ve never met him before, or should you greet him the same way you greeted your other senpais?

Tsukishima briefly glance at Akiko before staring at you. He sat next to her before holding her hand. You forced a smile before looking at the two. “Hi,” he greeted back. Akiko leaned on his shoulder while looking at you.

“He’s a big baby, to be honest.”

You smiled bitterly. She didn’t have to tell you anything about him. You knew. You knew a lot about him. You know him all too well. His habits, his sarcasm, even his terrible sleeping pattern whenever they’re about to face strong opponents for the interhigh and spring tournament qualifiers. You know it all too well, but you can’t say anything.

What happened between you and Tsukishima was nothing, but a mere illusion, a mere daydream by someone who admires him from afar. Even Yamaguchi didn’t know that you were in a relationship with Kei during their third year in high school.

“Y/N, you’re also a Karasuno graduate, right?” she asked before taking a sip of her drink. You nodded your head in response, afraid that your voice will sound shaky after remembering some moments you’ve had with Tsuki. “Oh! Then you’ve heard about Kei! I’ve heard that their volleyball team reached the finals and ranked third in the country before their batch graduated.”

‘Of course, I knew. I was there. I was with them after the match. I was with him when he cried in silence, disappointed with how their match turned out. I was there.’ If only you could voice out what’s on your mind. You shook your head before smiling. “I wasn’t paying attention with any sports club. Our club’s also busy handling numerous events during that time.”

“Oh.” Then, she tapped Tsukishima’s hand. “We can take her with us. She probably knows some of your team’s members.”

Your eyes met his before you look away. You were planning to skip the said gathering. Even if Ennoshita is persistently telling you to come. Even if Yachi threatened that she will drag you out of your apartment if you’ll try to skip it. You were planning to skip it in order to avoid him. In order to forget what happened almost two years ago.

But it seems like life has some twisted humor.

A week later, you found yourself wearing a black sweater and skinny jeans, paired with black velvet pumps. Yachi pointed out that it looks like you were about to attend a funeral, she’s not completely wrong though. You were really about to attend a funeral—the funeral of your dying heart that is still yearning to be with Tsukishima.

Old familiar faces greeted you with warm hugs. Even Kageyama wrapped his arms around you making your eyes widen. You were lowkey panicking as you searched for someone inside the room. Then, your eyes met hers—Akiko’s.

“Y/N, have you seen Tsukishima? He finally brought a girlfriend!” Hinata says enthusiastically while dragging you towards the ‘new’ couple. Akiko was glaring at you as you stood in front of them. “Akiko, this is Y/N—”

“—I know,” she cut-off. “We attend the same university and have several classes together. I didn’t expect to see her here, though. I thought she has something to do today.”

Hinata shook his head. “She hates any type of gathering. She didn’t even send us off when we graduated,” he said before looking at your pale face. “Wait, are you okay, Y/N?”

You forced a smile before answering. “I’m dizzy, but I’ll live.”

“How about you take a seat for a while?”

“I wouldn’t turn down your offer,” you responded almost instantly.

You thought you’d be able to stand Kei and Akiko’s presence, but clearly, you can’t. It was suffocating and it makes you feel sick. . .betrayed, at some point.

“You should’ve confessed your feelings to him before he graduated if you really like him.” You sharply turned to Yaotome who handed you a drink (which you accepted and downed within a minute.)

“They were together for less than a year,” Tokita says, which made you elbow his side making him wince. “It wasn’t my fault that you’re a terrible drinker,” he added as he gave you another plastic cup filled with beer. “Any alcoholic beverage is like a truth serum for her. Once she gets drunk, she’ll spill any secrets she knows!”

“SHUT UP, TOKITA!”

Everyone turned their heads towards your direction, including Shoji who shook his head while looking at your direction. “Do not say another word you fucking idiot. I will definitely cut your tongue if—”

“—YOU’RE ALREADY AT THAT STAGE?” It was everyone’s turn to look at Tsukishima’s direction. Sugawara’s voice was louder than the music playing in the background. “Daichi, Akiko says they’re already planning their wedding. Can you believe it? Tsukishima’s getting married before we do?”

You feel sick.

“I-I need some air,” you said before walking out of the establishment. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you descended the stairs. As soon as you stepped out of the entrance, you’ve decided to run. You weren’t exactly sure where you’re going, but anywhere is better than staying at the same place as Tsukishima and his new girlfriend.

You were running with tears clouding your vision that you didn’t even noticed the gap on the sidewalk, twisting your ankle and making you fall on the ground. You removed your pumps before throwing it away.

You were in pain. Physically and emotionally. You were hoping that you’d be able to heal your brokenheart, but you simply can’t do such thing. Not after discovering when they began seeing each other. Not when they’re already three steps ahead in their relationship compared to what you had with him. The worst part, he actually announced their relationship to everyone. Unlike yours.

You wanted to scream out loud, hoping that it would ease the pain you’re feeling inside. You wanted to but nothing else, aside from sobs, comes out of your lips. You were hitting your chest when a hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you from doing so.

You tried to pull your hand from his grip as soon as you see his golden brown eyes. “Let me go! Let go you fucking ass!” you screamed while hitting him. “Let me go! Please let me be. . .” you sobbed.

“Why did you leave? Were you trying to worry Suga—”

You scoffed. “Why? Did you expect me to stay in the same place as you? After everything I’ve heard from Akiko last week? You expect me to. . .”

He let your wrist go before placing his jacket on your shoulder. You immediately stood despite feeling the sharp pain on your ankle. Then, you removed the jacket before harshly throwing it to him. “Fuck you,” you said angrily before walking away from him.

He gripped your arm making you glare at him. “Let me help you.”

“Fuck off. I don’t need your help.”

“You’re hurting yourself.”

“I’ve been hurting myself this past few months!” You yelled, tears streaming down your cheeks. “This physical pain? This is nothing.” You forcefully removed his hand from your arm. “Don’t act like you care about me. Not after hurting me like this.”

You tried to fight back the tears, but you can’t. Especially with the heaviness in your chest, one you’ve been carrying for months. “You could’ve told me that you no longer love. . .” you sobbed before scoffing. “Did you even love me?” you whispered before looking at his eyes. “You could’ve told me that you’re no longer interested in me. Instead of making up some shitty excuse about not wanting to have a long distance relationship.”

“Let me explain.”

You shook your head, slowly pushing him away from you. “You don’t have to. I’ll. . .I’ll be fine. Eventually.” You, then, fished something out of your pocket. A silver necklace with a moon pendant, one that he gave your during your first month together.

“Let’s just pretend that nothing happened between us, at all. It’s not like anyone knew what happened between us anyway.” You placed the necklace on his hand before forcing a smile. “I hope you’ll be happy with her, Kei.” You lightly caressed his cheeks before smiling sadly. “Goodbye.”

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IM SO FUCKIN MAD AT HER (pls forgive the curse) BUT MAN I WANNA HAVE A HAPPY ENDING SO BAD (miscarriage pls)

Maybe (3)

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader, Bakugo x Uraraka

Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol use, Cheating

A/n: This one got a bit longer than the others. Aaaaa. I'm sorry in advance I know this would be an annoying chapter pls dont hate me.

It's like someone had pulled a rug right beneath his feet. Bakugo is not going to lie, he's caught off guard. He knew this was bound to happen and he thought he would have known exactly how to react since it has been so long since the break up. But as she stood there, a couple of strides away from him, he can't seem to get himself to think clearly.

Was he supposed to ignore her? Fucking act civil? God, either seems damn weird. How do you act when you see someone who holds a huge part of your past after a heart breaking decision to end the relationship?

A slap on his back made him snap out of his trance. "Come on," Kirishima says warily, ushering Bakugo to the building.

Bakugo sat through the meeting feeling the side of his face burn, internally cursing himself for being too hyperaware of those brown eyes that flickers to his direction every once and a while. After the meeting he could hear the hushed chatters.

"Isn't it awkward? You know, Uravity-san and Bakugo-san?"

"Why would it be? They've broken up for years! And he's in already in a happy and healthy relationship."

"Wonder how Y/n-san would feel once she finds out they're going to have to work together again?"

"Oi, don't you buttheads have case reports to sort through??" Kirishima, bless him, walks past Bakugo to scold the lot of sidekicks huddled by the coffee lounge.

Bakugo clicks his tongue and turns the other way to head for his office, deciding to avoid this nonsensical drama. He flopped down his leather clad office chair and dialed in your number to tell you the news. A lump had formed in his throat. It's not like he has much of a choice.

"Hey, this is Y/n. I'm probably in a meeting or something so just leave me a message after the beep."

He smiles a little to himself at just the mere sound of your voice, easing him a bit of his worries. Bakugo sighs, leaning back and propping his crossed ankles on his desk.

"Hey, baby. I forgot you do surgery around this time of the day, " he takes a deep breath, glancing at the clock on his desktop. "I just got out of the meeting and turns out, there's a bunch of quirk stealing crimes up at Hosu." Bakugo wets his lips before he continues, "Lots of heroes were called in because shits getting outta hand. I just," he closes his eyes, and leans his head against the head rest. "I'm going to have to work with Uraraka. I wanted you to hear it from me first."

"I just don't want you worryin' your pretty little head. I know how you get." he chuckles. "Well that's it, I'll see you at home, 'kay?" he mutters before pulling the phone away from his ear and ending the call.

Bakugo unlocks his desktop computer with the intention to get though a few pending reports before taking his shift in the patrol. He stops for a short bit to admire his screensaver. Its photograph of you both the day you agreed to marry him. He was holding you, lips against your cheek, eyes closed and you were grinning at the camera, showing off your ring.

He laughs through his nose, remembering how you reacted that day. You were surprised and he was so happy. He rarely catches you off guard because you know him too damn well.

It takes him back to the weeks and weeks of preparation; getting your friends and family into his plan, finding the perfect timing and location and it was all so worth it. You are worth it. He's never met anyone who made him this devoted.

Bakugo had been in relationships before, some he's not quite proud of, but no one else made his heart skip a beat the way that you do.

You're his person, the only one who made him think about mundane domestic shit and not want to drive himself off a cliff. Before, the concept of marriage and having kids were ridiculous to him but now, he can't wait to build a family with you by his side. Suddenly becoming a hero no longer meant getting to the top but making this goddamn shit hole a safer place for you to live in.

You are the love of his life and he'd do absolutely anything for you. Bakugo snorts, thinking how a few years back the mere thought of saying or thinking such thing would have him gagging. But here he is, absolutely smitten.

He shakes his head, a small grin stretching his lips.

Uraraka can feel the lingering stares, can hear the whispers. She bites her lip and realizes working on this case is going to be a pain if she doesn't at least make an effort to make things less awkward for her and Bakugo.

After the meeting, she needed to stay with her colleagues in the conference room to further discuss distribution of assignments. She frowns as she watches Bakugo leave. She's just going to have to find him later, she thought.

Bakugo glances at the clock after he saved the last of his pending incident report. He cracks his neck and eases back on his seat, thinking to get a couple minutes of nap before its time to head out. He was slowly drifting when a knock made him scowl.

"Fuck off, Shitty hair." he grumbles.

"Um, no. It's me, Bakugo." her voice though muffled with the door being closed, brought back so many memories and some old feelings. Shit, he curses internally as he hears the door crack open.

Bakugo sat up and watched Uraraka let herself in. "Hi." she smiles shyly and Bakugo nods in acknowledgement. It's so weird seeing her again, much more have her talk to him directly after so long.

"What do you fucking want, round face?" he asks, wincing a bit at how harsh he sounded. Uraraka merely laughs though, completely used to remarks like this from him after all. "Wow, we haven't seen each other in, what, 4? 5 years? And you still haven't change a bit?"

Bakugo's nostrils flare and the urge to roll his eyes was inevitable. "Not that it's any of your damn business, but I fucking changed plenty." he leans back against his chair. "I'm just kidding, Bakugo. I know you did." Uraraka laughs. "I hardly recognized you when I saw you earlier greeting back your colleagues and the interns." she snickers. "Back then you would've just walked right past everyone. Barely sparing them a glance."

Bakugo's scowl fade. Well it's something he got from you. You were always so polite to everyone, fucking smiling and conversing with his interns and coworkers like you've known them your whole life. Eventually, it became weird to him that these people surrounding him are practically buddies with you while he barely gives them a fraction of his attention.

"You look good, you seem happier." Uraraka shrugs, smiling at him. "It's nice seeing you again. Well, you know, in person. I see you on the news all the time. And those commercials of yours." Bakugo shakes his head and smiles back a little.

"I am in a pretty good fucking place now, thanks." he says confidently and after a bit, he admits. "And it's good seeing you again too, cheeks."

"I just wanted to talk to you before the mission starts, get the awkwardness out of the way." Uraraka quirks her lips to the side and scratching her neck nervously. Bakugo nods gratefully. "Look, the past is the fuckin' past. Just focus on the damn job, everything should be fine." he says and Uraraka blinks up at him, smiling wider. "That's great then, I'll see you in the field." she offers a hand. Bakugo eyes it for a second and her before shaking it firmly. "See ya."

Uraraka leaves Bakugo's office with a smile on her lips and relief that there didn't seem any hard feelings left. Meeting Y/n really did change him, Uraraka thinks idly, a pang of jealousy rising in her.

The break up was painful and completely one sided, she recalls. Uraraka was offered an opportunity overseas right after graduation. She's to skip sidekick apprenticeship and go straight into leading her own team if she accepts the offer. And to be completely honest, the pay beats all offers she had within the country. Uraraka didn't want to put Bakugo through the struggle of making a long distance relationship work so she decided to just rip the band aid off. They were still young, she thought. And if it's meant to be, they'll find their way back to each other.

She remembered Bakugo being distraught months after. Doing everything he can to reach her, get her back until one day, he just stopped. With a last drunken voice message, he tells her he was finally letting her go. That he'll stir clear from her path and let her be happy with her decision. And Uraraka knows Bakugo is a man of his word, after that she barely comes across him even in professional setting when she returned home.

Seems like Bakugo worried over nothing. The next following days, he worked just fine with round face like old times, the malicious chatter and knowing looks died down, and his relationship with you remains as strong as ever and you even told him you'd be completely fine with him staying at Hosu while the investigations are on going.

On the day Bakugo is supposed to leave for Hosu and stay there for the entire duration of the assignment, you we're honestly on the verge of changing your mind. You insisted on driving him there since he's carrying a bunch of stuff that he wouldn't be able to take with his motorcycle. On the drive, Bakugo kept your other hand on his, pulling it up to his lips every once in a while to kiss your fingers or knuckle which has you grinning to yourself.

You arrived at the base at the crack of dawn, you helped him unload his stuff and when everything is in front of their building, tears started to brim your eyes.

"I'll miss you." you tell him, voice falling into a whisper. Bakugo sighs and pulls you to him by the hips. "I could still-" he starts to say but you shake your head vehemently. "No, just promise me you'll keep safe, eat right and take care of yourself?"

"Yes, ma'am." Bakugo chuckles, catching your lips.

Uraraka just got up and was about to head for the showers when she caught a glimpse of you and Bakugo right outside her window. She smiles to herself when you reached up to pinch Bakugo's cheeks.

"I'll be home as soon as I can, okay?" Uraraka hears Bakugo say before pressing his lips on your forehead. Uraraka had to look away, feeling like staring at such a sweet exchange is an intrusion to something that's supposed to be intimate. But she couldn't. She finds herself glancing back. And she knows she wasn't supposed to feel this way but.. she feels envious. Bakugo never held her like that, or looked at her that way before. It's as if his world gravitates around you. And it probably does. Before Uraraka could've helped herself, tears started to fill her eyes.

That could been us, she realizes. That could have been her in his arms if she had stayed or even returned his calls when she left.

"I love you, Y/n."

Uraraka's brows twitch up in surprise. How could he say it so easily? He never had before with her.. And no dumbass? Shitty woman? Nerd? Or any teasing nickname?

But that wasn't what struck a nerve. It was when you said, "I love you more" and the way Bakugo looked back at you with so much adoration that made tears fall freely down her cheeks. Uraraka had to force herself not keep watching, the pain growing in her chest becoming unbearable. You left him, remember? You. Left. She painstakingly reminded herself.

The following days just got harder for Uraraka. Seeing Bakugo in the common area call you the moment he got back from surveillance duty, hearing him laugh freely at the simplest stories you tell him about your day, watching him talk about you so comfortably with his interns who adored you. The more she denies still having feelings for Bakugo, the more it intensifies.

One night, after catching a lead suspect and finally being able to device a plan of attack that will be executed in a few days, the chief of police and the heroes leading the operation encouraged everyone to take a breather, to unwind before things get busy.

The interns ordered and cooked food while Kirishima and Kaminari bought drinks. While everybody is enjoying the night, Uraraka was drinking her heart out and if anyone asks, she tells them she just missed beer.

Big fat lie though. She hated it, the taste, the smell. But she loved that with every bottle, the numbness she yearns dulls the growing ache in her chest.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Uraraka jumps a little when a strong grip stops her wrist as she reaches for another bottle from the chest. When she looked up, she's met with concerned crimson orbs. For a split second, disappointment washes over her.

She scoffs a laugh and slurs, "Getting another drink. What's it look like, Kirishima?" she hiccups and almost stumbles over if it weren't for the red head. Kirishima frowns to himself thinking only one possible reason why Uraraka is acting like this. "Oh boy, come on. I think you've had enough. Let's go."

Uraraka sighs but allowed herself to be towed along. She stares longingly at Bakugo who's by the table with bunch of interns, sidekicks and heroes laughing and yelling over drinks. He's so different. She thought. He's everything she wanted him to be then. And now that he is that person, he belongs to someone else.

"Kirishima?" she looks up at him as he helps her to the staircase. "Do you think Bakugo ever really loved me?" The question took Kirishima by surprise but it was soon overtook by anger.

"Listen, you weren't here to see the mess you've made him when you left. He wouldn't be so broken if he didn't love you." he says, grunting as he lifts her up the last steps.

Kirishima is helping her to bed when he noticed tears were streaming down her face and his scowl fades. "He's really happy now. And you will be too." he says, wiping her cheeks with the pads of his fingers and tucking her to bed. "Get some rest, you'll feel better in the morning." he says before leaving her room.

Uraraka tried to but the spinning and tears leaking from her eyes just won't stop.

"I win, dunce face!" Bakugo's voice booms followed by hollers and cheers as he sets his bottle down. "Eat shit, you knock off Pikachu!" He laughs at the blonde who challenged and lost to him in a drinking contest.

"Fuck." he mutters and shook his head vigorously when he swayed. "I'm done. See you losers, tomorrow." he waves off. "Shit, I still gotta call Y/n." he mutters but more to himself and he held his middle finger up when the lot of them wolf whistles.

Bakugo grabs his phone to call you as he makes his way to his room but it went to voicemail. He had to stop and lean against the wall to check his message as the alcohol takes its toll on him. Fuck, why on earth did he indulge fucking Denki on a drinking contest, is mystery to him.

Baby, I need to cover a shift for y/coworker. Call you as soon as I can.

He sighs after reading your text. Lately, you two just keep missing each other. But that's what he gets for loving a dedicated person like you who loves doing what you do.

Bakugo grins and dialed your number again. When the beep ends, he slurs, "Woman, you better not be overworking yourself or I will have to fuckin' punish you once I get home." he chuckles, swaying forward and he curses as he caught himself. "Let me know if you're too tired to drive home tomorrow once you get off work so I can ask that damn Icy hot or dumb Deku pick you up after your shift, okay?" he mumbles.

He was about to end the call when a thud at the end of the hallway made him turn. Bakugo blinks and scrubbed his eyes, fighting off his heavy lids.

"Uraraka?" he asks, eyeing the figure on the floor. "The hell are you doing on the goddamn floor??"

Uraraka rolls to the side and looked up at Bakugo. She grins sheepishly and held up the bottle of liquor she managed to get from the kitchen. "I was going to take this to my room," she hiccups, "But the walls won't stop spinning."

Bakugo frowns at her and shook his head before helping her up. "Since when do you drink, you idiot?" he asks, looping her arm over his shoulder and both of them stumble down the hallway. "Since tonight." she answers, eyes falling to the side of Bakugo's face longingly.

Bakugo doesn't respond and just kept dragging her until they reach her room. Once they get there, he helps her to bed and he held out his hand for the bottle Uraraka was still holding. "Gimme that, cheeks. You won't be needing anymore of that." he says gruffly.

Uraraka eyes it for a second before doing the exact opposite of what Bakugo asked. She twists the cap open and took huge gulps, sputtering when it was suddenly taken from her.

"What the fuck, Ochako?!" he yells.

A dry laugh bubbles out of her and Bakugo stares at her like she'd grown another head. After a while the laughter turns into bitter tears and finally she says, "It's been so long since you last called me that."

Bakugo frowns at her. "Whatever, I'm leaving. Go to sleep." he says as he turns around. Before he could reach the door, Uraraka threw herself to him, arms wounding tightly around his waist. Bakugo was taken aback as she starts trembling, hot tears damping his shirt as her face presses harder on his back.

"I'm so so sorry for what I did." she whimpers. "I-I shouldn't have left you."

Bakugo stands there for a second, reliving the days after he got abandoned like some unwanted toy. But then a small smile stretches his lips. He pulls free from her embrace and when he turned to face her, his heart broke a little. This woman was someone who once held his heart, his first love. He takes a deep breath and wiped her tears.

"We talked about this already, right?" he says softly. "The past is the fuckin' past." he gave her a small smile though he was briefly reminded of the pain he felt after she left. "Besides, if I hadn't gone through what I fuckin' had to when you left, I wouldn't have met Y/n."

Uraraka felt her heart shattering further. "I was so stupid." she says defeatedly and Bakugo watches her face redden as more tears fill her doe eyes. Before Bakugo realizes, he was grabbing the bottle and putting it to his lips. He winces as the alcohol burns its way down to his stomach.

"You did what you have to do. It was stupid of me anyway to try to fuckin' hold you back from a damn amazing opportunity." Bakugo shrugs, hating how this conversation is ripping the years old stitches in his heart. Uraraka shakes her head, sinking on the carpeted floor and hugging her knees to her chest.

"There was never a day that I didn't think about you." she admits. "I thought, I'd come home and we'll find our way back to each other. That's what we've always said, right?" Bakugo swallows the lump that had formed in his throat. Shit, he curses internally.

He takes a seat beside her on the floor and handed her the bottle. Bakugo watches Uraraka down the hard liquor, tears leaking from her eyes as it squeezes shut.

"We we're so fucking young." Bakugo laughs dryly. "We both promised things we couldn't keep."

Uraraka sobs and Bakugo grabs the bottle back, downing a couple of chugs as well. "Bakugo?" she says softly and when he looks down at her, Uraraka reaches for his face.

"I'm glad you found your happiness." she says and God knows she tries to mean it.

Bakugo smirks and touched the hand she placed on his cheek. "You'll find yours too, that I'm fuckin' sure of." he says.

Uraraka highly doubts that. Not when she's seeing the only man she's ever loved smile her favorite smile of his while belonging to someone else.

"I can't believe I let you go." she murmurs mostly to herself, losing coherency as she stares at those all too familiar crimson orbs.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

Maybe it was the feelings she tries so hard to keep burried the past years unraveling right now. But before Uraraka could stop herself, she was leaning closer, his lips the only thing she could focus on.

Bakugo swallows hard as she leans closer and closer. He wants to pull back but his mind and body was too numb to react the way he wanted to.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

Maybe it was the familiarity of those damn lips. Maybe he still had an ounce of love for her. Maybe he should have left when he could.

But he didn't. And Bakugo was kissing her back.

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