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drdiabolical · 6 months

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The Minimum Effort Principle

The following is a fic excerpt from my Google Drive, a crossover between BNHA and Naruto in which Kakashi was reincarnated in the BNHA verse but chose not to pursue heroics. Fate has other plans.

Status: Normal. Flow: Sufficient. Could be better, but they didn’t pay him enough to be better.

He peaked one tired eye over his pink ‘New’ 3DS XL - pink because it was the only one in mint condition at the second-hand store, unlike the black and blue edition which probably had been chucked around in the bottom of a middle schooler’s bag - and he contemplated doing his job.

He idly pressed ‘b’, subconsciously seeking out the satisfaction of the click. A moment passed in which he continued to stare at the wires, the flow of electricity he could feel, before he’d realised what he’d done and frantically scanned the bottom screen.

No! - he’d selected a dialogue option. A bad one. Angry red crosses pulsated around the digital lady he’d just been introduced to, clearly offended by whatever he’d chosen to say. Ugh. He knew better than to let his attention stray from otome games, a little bit of missed dialogue and he had no clue what was going on anymore.

With a sigh, he looked to the warehouse ceiling as though it were the heavens. Today wasn’t shaping up to be a good day.

Last week an enterprising hero had the brilliant idea to pull up the water pipes near his building as part of some half-cocked plan to blast a villain with the outpour and augment it using his quirk - something or other to do with steam. Six days passed and Kakashi still had to knock on his neighbour's door each morning to fill up a water barrel at the behest of their begrudging politeness.

Except this morning, he’d been called in early and his neighbours were asleep - what with him getting ready at three am. In short: no bath, no coffee, not even a splash of water on his face to wake him up.

After rushing out the house in yesterday’s clothes and yesterday’s stink, a bird shat on his head. Good luck, whatever, he took it in stride and did his best to wash the mess in the train station bathroom.

Then a villain hijacked the front cart of his train, rendering his early start pointless. He ended up tucked into the last cart wrinkling his nose at the smoker who’d decided to sit as close as humanely possible in an otherwise empty compartment. Fortunately, the day-old stink became a boon and urged the man to move away once it finally overpowered the cigarette stench. Of course, he gave Kakashi a dirty look, as though he wasn’t the rude one for trapping him in the corner.

Finally, Kakashi had arrived at work to find out his boss hadn’t expected him early. The rescheduling was an automated system error. He’d also made a snide comment about Kakashi’s presentation, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary even if it did grate a little more when in combination with the absolute clusterfuck of his morning commute.

Villains and heroes. Kakashi didn’t care for allegiances and lawful abidance at this point - he’d favour whichever party decided to stop dealing him collateral first.

Slowly, he lowered his head and stared dejectedly at the wires. Might as well do his job.

Crackling only he could hear sounded as he extended a lazy finger towards a current only he could sense. Static electricity fizzed as his nail grazed the rubber coating. Output ticked up on the gauge.

His job was a simple one. Unlike the big hitters on the basement level, he couldn’t generate electricity for the power grid. What he could do was influence existing electrical currents. Acutely deadly when focused just so, unbeknownst to his superiors.

They thought him a lazy untalented slacker who’d don the title ‘NEET’ if it weren’t for the government schemes in place for quirks like his. It wasn't an entirely incorrect statement.

Having lived one childhood playing shuriken roulette in the trenches singing quiet nursery rhymes beneath jets of flames and the rumbling of earth, he stumbled into peacetime and modernity like a stubby-legged fish out of water. Five years went by, and he learned how to let himself breathe audibly, walk normally, and take up the space a safe childhood allowed.

No village held his loyalty. He floated along the tides of the Japanese foster care system and experienced life as it happened without bloodied obligations cosigned by warmongers. Age five brought a threat to his carefree lifestyle, but one life taught him how to neutralise threats once identified, and he decided to keep the deadly facets of his quirk to himself.

According to public records, Kakashi government-assigned-surname Sato was in possession of the quirk “Current Control” which allowed him to manipulate the strength of electric currents to a minor degree.

Oh, how wrong they were, and how happy Kakashi was to reinforce the misconception.

Nihilism, he found, suited him well. Duty would not rob him of his life a second time over.

It was with this conviction, or lack thereof, he meandered to his department manager’s office and arrived twenty minutes late to see the irate face of the CEO.

Okay. Admittedly, not his typical summons. Alarm bells did not ring in his head, however, as his contract made him exceedingly difficult to fire unless he continually missed his shifts or did something particularly egregious. Plus, a simple firing wouldn’t require the presence of the CEO.

“Look at the clock,” the CEO clipped and jabbed a ringed finger at the digital clock on his manager’s desk.

Kakashi looked at the clock.

“What time is it?” The CEO asked.

“Seven Twenty-One,” Kakashi replied.

“What time was your presence requested in this office?”

“Seven oh-One.”

“Ah, good, you have it down to the exact minute. That should make this easy for you, then. How many minutes ago, therefore, were you supposed to be here?”

“Twenty.”

“Twenty minutes. Exactly twenty! So why weren’t you here twenty minutes ago?”

“I saw a mouse running around near the mains and I thought ‘oh no, what if he gets electrocuted and dies a horribly painful death’ so I saved it and fed it some of my sandwich in the break room before setting it free in accounting.”

Dumbfounded silence descended upon the office. Kakashi could read every mortified thought crossing his manager’s face and had to bite his cheek to maintain his stoic facade.

“… I. I do not care,” the CEO said and swiftly turned towards the door. “Follow me.”

Kakashi got the impression the CEO wasn’t going to be forthcoming if he asked after an explanation, so he gave his slowly perishing red-faced manager a shrug and did as he was told.

Sustaining his lackadaisical posture while keeping up with the impressive speeds he was led by was not an easy task but one he excelled at nonetheless because he immensely enjoyed irritating others by simply existing.

Otome games, dating sims, and trolling. The Kakashi Sato trifecta; principles to live by.

He gave a few limp waves to the real workers in the basement as they made their way through the heat. Sweat dripped from their brows as they poured their essence into generating electricity for the entirety of Tokyo. None returned his greeting except one woman on break propped up against a generator with an energy drink, whose exhaustion barred her from reacting to the sight of the CEO storming past and the company’s token disadvantaged orphan tagging along.

When they began to descend down a narrow ladder into a part of the building left undescribed on the floor plan (some old habits die hard, and knowing the quickest exit routes of any building he spent substantial time in was a useful skill for anyone to have in a world besieged by super-powered villains), old instincts pricked the back of his neck and his hair stood on end.

This was really weird. Weirder than calling the CEO himself down to talk him into resigning, his original hypothesis. This was more reminiscent of walking haplessly ignorant into an obvious trap. Which was weird because in what world would that happen?

Probably one in which rich CEOs worked with the villains sitting in their secret basements for monetary gain.

Because the three individuals sat on a couch in a low light sub-level room with a TV displaying an obscured face had to be villains. For Kami’s sake, one notable individual was a cloud of mist billowing out of a tuxedo.

The CEO’s demeanour switched up completely and he shot a grin at Kakashi. “Here he is, one of our prized electricians! He came to our company on a government-supported employment programme for specialised quirks. He’s one of our best.”

Oh.

“Most importantly, he won’t be missed - I know you didn’t directly ask after loose ends, but I used my initiative.”

He wasn’t being fired for incompetence. He was being sold off for false competence, because of his incompetence. Kakashi hadn’t anticipated this outcome when he first discovered he could do the bare minimum and keep his job.

The obscured man on the screen hummed amusedly. “Are you still processing, Mr Sato? You’re mighty quiet for what must be a confusing situation for you.”

He was fucked. There were no two ways about it. Escape and at the very least he’d be out of a job, if not hunted. Go with the flow as he had done in life so far, and who knows what terrible schemes he may fall into with these villain. If he even lived to find out.

Kakashi sighed, beleaguered. “You’re forcing my hand here. All I wanted was to get lost on the road of life, and here you are throwing in a crossroads.”

Place a man who controls electricity into an empty barren field, and he’s beholden to the whims of the weather. Place him in the heart of the entire city’s electrical supply, and his limits are boundless.

“Remember, you brought this on yourself.”

#kakashi hatake #bnha #naruto #bnha x naruto #excerpt #MWME

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aerugonian · 2 years

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What are your favorite BNHA × Naruto fanfic?

I'm going to link the RtN recursive collection just in case you haven't seen it because I adore a lot of the works in there even there's a good chance you've already gone through it, but there's sooo many talented authors who've written some fantastic fics in there that I just have to include it!!

Outside of that collection, here's some of my favorite BNHAxNaruto crossovers listed in order of wordcount! All of them are Kakashi-centric.

When it Rains (it Pours) by SunshineAndRainbows (T / gen / 13k words / wip / no warnings)

There was no right answer. No do-or-die, no victory if only he was fast or clever enough, no solution when he’d already been ordered not to fix this. He’d never, ever, in all his life, even once considered betraying his village. No part of his mind had ever been capable of looking for solutions to his problems away from his home. But in the village, there was no solution, and away from the village–No. He couldn’t. If he tried to take the village jinchuriki and go missing-nin he would be hunted down and killed before the day was out. There was no possible survival with this crazy, foolish idea. … There was no living with any of his other options, either.

sometimes kindness wears a mask by ravenously (G / gen / 14k words / complete / no warnings)

For Hatake Kakashi, the day is somewhat unusual: he falls through a portal into another dimension, finds out things like human cruelty truly are universal, meets a child with hair even more ridiculous than his own, then surprises himself by wanting to meddle before offering some vague life advice and disappearing to tear a hole into reality on his way back home.

'Unusual' is not the first word eleven-year-old Shinsou Hitoshi would use to describe that encounter.

Wonderboy by Tsume_Yuki (T / gen / 19k words / wip / chose not to warn)

Who knew some dimensions had actual child labour laws?

In which Kakashi is reborn, the Hero Commission doesn’t put all their eggs in one Hawks shaped basket and Shouta isn't getting paid enough to deal with this shit.

Otherwise known as Kakashi in 1A.

A Laughing Matter by LaughingWombat (G / gen / 25k words / wip / no warnings)

Kakashi is reborn as the product of a drunken one-night stand between Aizawa and Ms. Joke. Mistakes were made, and Kakashi was definitely one of them. Still, Aizawa has to figure out how to treat him like a son instead of a student.

Kakashi isn't sure about this arrangement either. Sure his new Mom was annoying, but this guy is depressed. Does he really want to deal with a depressed father again? Not really. It would probably be better for both of them if Kakashi ended this facade of bonding and head back to his Mom's house.

A Shift in Time and Space by littlesparrowkeet (T / gen / 27k words / wip / no warnings)

He wasn't sure what happened.

One moment, Hatake Kakashi was relishing his retirement period. The next thing he knew, he was standing in the middle of a pentagon drawn in blood, next to a corpse, in an unknown setting, with extinguished candles around him.

What, he thought. He didn't even know he was summonable.

OR: Kakashi crashes into the bnha world and tries to make the best out of it.

Edo Tensei by Asteroid_Duck (T / gen / 33k words / wip / chose not to warn)

“The HPSC is doing what?” Present Mic asked Nedzu incredulously. Nedzu’s smile was tense. “The HPSC is concerned about the recent attack at the USJ and are choosing to intervene. A student of theirs will be transferring into Class 1-A in order to watch for a potential traitor in the school.” . Or, Hatake Kakashi is reincarnated into bnha with a quirk that makes even All for One look like child’s play. And in his eyes, anyone in UA could be the traitor he’s looking for.

Victory Series by ewfte (T / gen / 96k words / wip / violence)

A fact about Todoroki Shouto: that is not his name.

#fic rec list #fic recs #bnha x naruto #crossover #hatake kakashi #kakashi in bnha fics my beloved #asks

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unknees · 1 year

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—It’s Gonna Be a Long Long Time Till Touchdown

Aizawa Shouta x Haruno Sakura

Chapter: one-shot

Beta: @flowershinobi

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It didn’t take an ounce of intelligence to tell how infatuated he was with their PE teacher. Even an idiot like Shirakumo could tell. The only one who couldn’t, of course, was said teacher herself.

“Are you okay, Aizawa-san?”

He could feel his classmates' eyes on them.

Aizawa wiped the sweat on his forehead coolly, pushing his hair back so he could see her watching him. He liked it when her green eyes focused on him.

“Yeah,” he answered, shrugging when Sakura’s eyebrows furrowed deeper. “Really, Haruno sensei. I’m okay.”

“If you say so.” She didn’t sound convinced. Instead, she leaned closer into him and Aizawa’s breath hitched when he felt her calloused palms covering his eyes. “I’ll just fix you up a lil, yeah? So next time you can properly avoid my attacks.”

He exhaled, subtly took a deep breath of her, and held the sweet smell of strawberry and coffee in his lungs for a moment before he wrapped one hand around her small wrist. It never failed to fascinate him how such small hands could punch a hole into the ground.

He sighed dramatically and muttered, “I see them coming just fine.”

“Mhmm,” she agreed. Aizawa couldn’t see her but he could easily hear the teasing smile in her voice. “Of course. You have the sharpest eyes in our class. Yes, yes. Of course.”

When she pulled her hands back, he gave her a deadpan look that he knew would make her laugh. And laugh, she did. His heart soared.

“Fine. I’m sorry that I’m a worrywart. I guess it comes with my old age,” she said, smiling at him as she offered a hand to pull him up.

“You’re not old,” he said exasperatedly. His bigger hand looked good around her smaller one. “You’re 21.”

“Well, back where I come from, you rarely make it to your 20s.” She said it so casually, as though she wasn’t talking about death. “It makes me feel ancient, and—“ she looked up at the sky and smiled sadly “—a bit lonely.”

“Well,” he mimicked her tone, brain whirling with ideas to counter her next attacks, “you have me as your punching bag now. Not so lonely anymore.”

Sakura blinked at him and laughed. Her pink hair danced in his face distractingly as he felt a sharp chop under his chin. “You’re too slow.”

“Calculative,” he corrected, massaging the front of his neck.

“Yeah, that!” She rolled her eyes, smiling. “While I, on the other hand, am not so patient!”

“Wow, no way.”

“Smartass,” she murmured as she flicked his forehead with a bit of force that he knew would leave a mark. “I’m gonna check on Yamada-san’s vocal cords now. He’s been screaming non-stop.”

“Tell him to watch out for your nasty chop then. I can’t feel my vocal cords,” he grumbled.

Sakura rolled her eyes again as she gave him a salute, leaving him alone to help Hizashi. He wondered, not for the first time, what her life was before she joined UA.

What was life for someone who wielded power that could either break you or fix you? Someone who refused to submit to being labeled a hero just to survive. Someone who could blend in seamlessly, as though she was a shadow, mind as sharp as her tongue, and quick with her wit.

Haruno Sakura was, by far, the strongest, most well-rounded person he had ever known. And he wasn’t even being biased.

Apart from her cringe dad jokes, of course. Even his infatuation couldn’t blind him and save her from that tragedy.

He watched as her thigh muscle flex when she kicked Hizashi across the field. His face heated up at the thought of those same thighs around his face.

“You’re drooling,” Shirakumo teased.

Aizawa blamed it completely on his rampaging hormones. “I’m not.”

“Uh huh.”

He took a long look at her laughing and patting Hizashi’s neck before he pulled his eyes off her. Shirakumo was watching him with that shit eating grin of his. He snarled, “Fuck off.”

“Holy shit, dude. You’re gone gone!” Shirakumo laughed, his cloud acting like a shield around him as Aizawa’s leg thrusted out toward where his head had been. “Just go ask her out! We’re 17. We’re basically done with UA.”

His friend didn’t get to finish as Sakura’s voice interrupted their conversation. And as it was when it came to her, Aizawa’s head turned intuitively to exactly where she was.

He ignored Shirakumo’s loud snort followed by a soft, “Whipped.”

“Alright, class!” Sakura smiled at them. “That’s it for today! Your internship placement will be announced tomorrow so,” she paused as she scanned them, and Aizawa’s heart jumped when her eyes landed on him—he swore her eyes stayed on him a second longer—“I guess, this will be our last class together for a while.”

Everyone wailed a chorus of No! And amidst all the bittersweet byes, there was Shirakumo yelling, “I love you, Haruno sensei! Don’t miss me and Aizawa too much!”

Sakura laughed and her eyes were full with mirth as they met his. “I promise I won’t miss you, Shirakumo-san. But Aizawa-san, on the other hand,” she winked at him, “I’m going to miss him with every breath I take.”

He knew she was just teasing Shirakumo. But in that moment, Aizawa knew. He was, in fact, gone gone, just as his annoying friend had said.

The whole class shrieked excitedly for him. Sakura, bless her beautiful oblivious soul, looked at them in confusion. She cocked her head with her fists on her hips before she chuckled, shaking her head.

“So, anyway! It’s been a pleasure, you guys! Goodluck for your internship! Have a good rest tonight, kick ass, and keep doing lunges to stay in shape! It would be a—”

Aizawa closed his eyes and sighed.

“—big step forward!”

She was met with total silence.

“Get it?” Sakura, undeterred, lunged forward with a force that made a hole on the cemented ground. Snickering and snorting, she looked up at them excitedly. “Big step forward? Because lunge is where you position one leg forward like you’re taking a ‘big step forward’ that your center of gravity lowered due to the distance between your two feet!”

Gone, he thought, as everyone else left the gym with a groan, and suddenly he found her stupid joke charming.

Fucking hormones.

“Cementoss is gonna be mad at you again, sensei,” he said offhandedly. He had to will his heartbeat to slow down when Sakura flipped her strawberry-scented hair and grinned at him.

“Cementoss won’t know it was me. He needs concrete evidence. Get it? Concrete—”

“Goodbye, sensei.”

A Travesty, really.

“Honestly, her jokes aren’t that bad. It’s the asking and explaining that ruins it,” Shirakumo commented as they walked out the PE field.

He hummed in reply, glad that his hair was long enough to hide the heat rising in his cheeks.

“And, as I was saying before,” his friend continued, “we’re basically done. We gonna embark on our new journeys to whereever the fuck it’ll take us. Japan, USA, Beijing, Malaysia. We’re gonna be everywhere!

But Haruno sensei?” Shirakumo’s tone turned somber. Aizawa turned in surprise to find him smiling at him sadly. “We heard what the Principal told her. She can’t leave.”

Aizawa’s eyes widened. How had he forgotten the most important tidbit of information they'd gleaned the first time they saw Sakura? His eyes desperately searched for pink hair. And when he found her talking animatedly to Cementoss as he fixed the hole on the floor, Aizawa suddenly remembered—

Sunset. White curtains. Anesthetic infirmary smell. Pink. And green. As green as the Nara forest that he and his friends had visited on their first year’s summer trip.

Oh. Oh.

He’d been distracted.

“Haruno sensei’s gonna be stuck here in UA,” Shirakumo’s voice pulled him back to the present. “If you want more of this, if this is not just a simple high school crush. This might be your only chance.”

He searched for her again, and his blood rushed to his ears when he found her already watching him. Sakura grinned, waving at him and mouthing, “You okay?”

This might be your only chance.

Aizawa waved back at her and nodded his head.

Sakura’s grin turned into a soft smile. One that he would add to the ‘Haruno Sakura’ folder in his head.

This might be your only chance.

He turned his back on her and caught up with Shirakumo. His friend’s brows raised before he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief when he saw his determined face. “You’re crazy.”

Maybe so, Aizawa thought, smirking.

There was lightness in his steps, a thrilling sensation that he couldn’t shake off. The same kind of exhilaration that he would get when he came across a stray cat to be adopted.

And just like with a stray cat, he would slowly and gently approach them. Carefully familiarize himself with and care for them until they grow attached. And it might take a while—days, weeks, months—but Aizawa was a patient man.

So, true. Maybe he was crazy. But, it wasn’t true that this would be his only chance.

He recalled the feeling of her breath against his skin, and squeezed his fists in his pocket harder.

Oh, yes. He was very patient.

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crossovershipsandedits · 10 months

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Characters: Naruto Uzumaki X Keigo Takami

Fandoms: Naruto | My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia

Relationship: Romantic

#crossover ship #naruto #naruto shippuden #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #naruto uzumaki #keigo takami #hawks bnha #chicken noodle ship #keinaru #naruhawks #m/m #romantic ship #bnha x naruto

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saturncodedstarlette · 8 months

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“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?”

“Like he never wants to look away.”

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daddyissuesmademe · 1 month

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men who look at you like you are their whole world.

men who notice your abnormal silence only to realize you are overthinking and quickly interrupt with a soft "hey, i love you"

men who take pride in being your safe space.

men who would want to give you the moon but realistically can't, so instead they make it a point to send you pretty moon pics every day.

men who understand how much their presence calms you down and they actively seek you out when you feel anxious.

men who put you first. always. Not because you expect them to, but the truly want to.

men who give space and are patient with you, who console you, comfort you, reassure you

men who love you just because. It comes to them as easy and naturally as breathing.

men who provide, because they want to, not because they think less of you and your independent choices, but because they think you are above such mundane tasks that might bring you even a percent of stress.

men who maintain their tones throughout the conversation, because not only they understand the impact of loud harsh word but also why you feel the panic need to raise yours in an unbalanced situation.

men who understand why in a movie, the male lead finally found and chose to stay with their tortured/ kidnapped partner instead of running behind the bad guy.

men who hold onto you, so tightly, burying themselves into you, because they truly believe, your embrace is the problem to all their solutions.

men who are in love with you, truly, madly, foolishly, completely, proudly, unabashedly, timelessly.

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luv-gin · 9 months

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babygirls (but they’re also big beefy men who can easily pick you up and manhandle you the way they want 🤭🤭)

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jesi555 · 9 months

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꩜ tw. nsfw, choking, rough sex 🤭

You’re too noisy. Not that he doesn’t want you to make noise, but when you keep verbally teasing him for the smallest things, he wants you to just shut the fuck up. He’s had enough and honestly speaking, choking and pressing your face with his bigger hand is quite a good way to shut you up.

꩜ zoro . doflamingo . yamato . kidd . madara . tobirama . hidan . uzui . sanemi . muzan . toji . bakugo . sukuna . higuruma . tsukishima . sakusa . iwaizumi . ushijima . endeavour

꩜ 2023 all rights belong to jesi555 on tumblr. thank u so so much for reading!! reblogs are always appreciated !!

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eventually27 · 1 year

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3am and the fanfic ends of a cliffhanger..

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kayentokk · 6 months

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“You came?”

“You called.”

The dialing tone is almost mocking you as it rings. You’re a brave woman, and by no means do you let anyone walk over you, so why do you get the constant urge to tell him whenever you feel less?

Is it because you know he’ll reassure you? Help you get back up with the simplest, “it’ll be okay.” is that why? To be honest, you don’t know the true answer. You know that what other people say doesn’t define you, and you could care less. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though, and sometimes you just need someone.

It doesn’t ring for long, maybe three times or five maximum, because he picks up. He always answers your calls and texts, it might take him a minute if he’s a work but he prioritizes you. That feels nice.Maybe that’s another reason why you call, because that’s the only constant thing left in your life at this point, him caring. Well, what you would define as caring anyway.

He always waits for you to speak first if you call him, no matter how long it takes for you to get your thoughts together into a coherent sentence. He’ll wait.

There’s silence for about a minute before you speak up.

“…sorry, I-I don’t really know-“ you pause and exhale mentally telling yourself to get your shit together. He senses your frustration through the phone.

“Take your time,” he says lowly.

With one more breath you begin again tears filling your lash line, “I um..” your voice cracks and his heart is literally ripped from his chest. So you just say it all while trying to keep from absolutely sobbing over the phone. You tell him about how the gas station didn’t have your favorite drink, how your coworkers were complete assholes, the higher-ups who never deny the accusations, and he listens. Truly listens. It feels nice.

In the middle of you going on another rant your doorbell rings. “Sorry, hold on one second,” you say into your phone.

You weren’t expecting a visitor, and you definitely didn’t feel like keeping company right now. It also didn’t help that your eyes were probably puffy along with your tear stained cheeks.

When you open the door though, all those thoughts go away.

He’s here.

Before you can even close the door and hang up the phone, you’re engulfed in a warm, tight embrace. You breathe in his scent that floods through you and puts you at ease as his stolid abdomen presses into your face.

“You came,” you stated not even sure if he could understand you through the fabric of his sweater and your quiet voice.

He didn’t even get to respond before you let it all go. You wail, and sob, and cry your eyes out. All the while his hold on you never falters. Even though your tears and snot have soaked through to his stomach and he can feel it, even though he’s kind of hunched over in order to keep his arms around you due the the height difference, and even though he’s tired and has probably had a rough day too, none of that matters.

Eventually your cries slow into soft sniffles and hiccups. He pulls you out of his chest, earning a groan from you, to tilt your face upwards where he can see. Your cheeks are all squished up covering some of your vision, and he delicately places a kiss on your forehead.

“You called.”

[Nanami, Hinata, Bakugo, Rengoku, Kiba, Geto, Ushijima, Shinso, Tanjiro, Shikamaru, your fave]

@/fireflygraphics for the divider

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rae-writes · 1 year

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nsfw

The thumping music vibrates the floor, sending a nice strum through everyone. The air is hot and thick around the packed dance area but thins out to a nice, cool temperature the further away you get. Alcohol and sweat are the main scents tonight, and with the increasing amount of grinding bodies, it’s clear no one seems to care.

It makes for easy cover; no one bats an eye at your chosen seat of straddling his lap, nor does anyone blink at the sight of your hips leisurely grinding against his. It’s happening in every corner, light and dark, of the club so it’s quite the common scene— except that underneath your dark skirt, his cock is neatly nestled inside you.

The difference makes adrenaline pump through your veins, prompting your hips to move just a tiny bit faster. His hands create a path of tingly heat on every inch of skin he grabs at and the sounds of his breathless moans sends your eyes rolling white. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in, and you can’t help but start to bounce on his cock instead of grind.

The instant shot of pleasure up your spine is addictive, making you work harder and harder. It’s clear to anyone who looks over at the two of you what’s happening- you aren’t trying to hide the way you’re riding your man.

And he isn’t trying to hide his pleased grunts and occasional moans. The wide-eyed looks from the people who glance over don’t bother him in the slightest. I mean, why would he stop you when you’re clearly having such a good time?

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Creepy X Perverted friend.

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Creepy x perverted friend who pushes you around just to hear you whine and moan because he likes the sounds and he enjoys watching your face scrunch up.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts his hand on your waist and rubs his hard on you even tho there was plenty of space there for him to move around.

Creepy x perverted friend that offers to rub your feet cause they’re in pain but only does it because he wants to hear you moan out that it feels so good and beg him not to stop.

Creepy x perverted friend that volunteers to massage you after a long day at work just so he can rub and let his hands linger on inappropriate areas.

Creepy x perverted friend that asks inappropriate questions and plays it off when you hum in interest for him to repeat.

Creepy x perverted friend that holds your face when you’re on the brink of sleep just to watch your eyes roll back in annoyance and tell him to “please stop” in a sleepy tone.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits in front of your bed when you guys are playing video games to look up your skirt and stare at your pussy print.

Creepy x perverted friend that touches himself at your sleepovers to you in your panties and ass that’s hanging out.

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your undershirt down and fondles with your tits while you’re sleeping, even sucking and nibbling on them until you’re awake and confused as to why it felt like you were being touched by an incubus.

Creepy x perverted friend that “playfully” humps you when you’re bent down searching for things because it’s “boy humor” and it’s something most friendships like yours do.

Creepy x perverted friend that hears you moan in your sleep and places his index and middle finger in your mouth to suck on then proceeds to dry hump you softly until his underwear is sticky with cum.

Creepy x perverted friend that comes over everyday when he’s off from work to make sure he can watch you fight sleep cause your suspicions has been up around him and concerns about him sniffing your panties when you’re in the shower.

Creepy x perverted friend that finds your sex toy box and licks and sucks on all your toys just to taste any juices left behind (there was none).

Creepy x perverted friend that watches porn that features girls that look like you infront of you so you can call him nasty and laugh (he gets off to it).

Creepy x perverted friend that will place his head directly on your ass and complain into your pussy about a dumb game he’s struggling with, knowing it sends vibrations and you’re struggling to respond, he grins at the thought of your contorted face.

Creepy x perverted friend that slaps your ass just to watch it jiggle and you don’t think much of it anymore since it’s his usual behavior.

Creepy x perverted friend that stands behind you and grips your neck to look up at him just so he can tell you how good you smell while pressing against you.

Creepy x perverted friend that will constantly make you late to any dates you have by calling all your outfits trash but the truth is he just doesn’t want anyone to see you like he does.

Creepy x perverted friend that always insists on doing a smell check when picking you up from work on your break before you guys enter the store but only smelling your chest area and stuffing his face in your ass.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you for ice cream so he can watch something white and sticky fill your mouth (he wants it to be his cum so bad).

Creepy x perverted friend that sniffs your shoes when you take them off after a long day.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes your phone away from you when you’re watching something slightly inappropriate and shames you for not being a good girl (he snooped around in your notes app and found out that turns you on).

Creepy x perverted friend that asks what you’re doing and you quickly tell him you’re reading but he doesn’t believe you cause of the way your thighs keep pressing together and he peeps a wet patch began to develop.

Creepy x perverted friend that asked you to pee on him as a joke when you had to use the bathroom rly bad. (Wasn’t rly a joke :/)

Creepy x perverted friend that pressed on your bladder when you’re in the back of an Uber because he somehow figured out that was a kink of yours and grabs your face to tell you shut up before you guys get kicked out. (He laughed and proceeded to pull on your nips)

Creepy x perverted friend that gets mad at you because you’re slightly drunk and dancing on random guys at the club, he doesn’t wait until he’s by your apartments to give you an example of how the random men were feeling up on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that seen you get sad after his actions and kisses your pussy because he gripped it too harsh.

Creepy x perverted friend that moans into your pussy telling you how sorry he was and slides his wet tongue under your thong for a quick taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at your muffled words because his mouth feels so good talking into your pussy that you can’t concentrate on what you was sad about.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you home and stays over to deal with your drunk shenanigans (you dance on him and lightly strip).

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your hair and dry humps you because you kept bouncing on his lap asking him if he’d sleep in your bed with you.

Creepy x pervert friend that lifts your dress up and spanks your ass because he’s mesmerized by its jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts you to bed but not leaving without kissing both your nipples and pussy goodnight because you kept pulling him and telling him how horny you was.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks across the hallway to his apartment for a change of clothes and comes back to yours to sleep because he’s gonna creep on you but also take care of you in the morning.

Creepy x perverted friend that helps you regain your memories the next morning and laughs at your humiliated face in satisfaction.

Creepy x perverted friend that reminds you how horny you was, that he had to kiss your nipples and pussy in order for you to actually sleep.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you press your leg together at the thought of him kissing your pussy and nipples.

Creepy x perverted friend that tried to embarrass you but you ended up embarrassing him by reminding him of all the times he’s humped on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t care and walks across to the hall to his apartment to relax for the rest of the day.

Creepy x perverted friend that unlocks the door instead of ringing the bell like he normally does before entering notice the compromising yoga position you’re in.

Creepy x perverted friend that pushes his foot onto your pussy to hear you moan and tell him to stop it.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits next to you while you’re doing yoga to watch you sweat and watch your boobs jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you roll your eyes at him because he took your yoga off to watch something on Netflix.

Creepy x perverted friend that trails behind you as you’re heading to the shower to “playfully” watch you strip but begins to get a hard on.

Creepy x perverted friend that knows he removed your soap from the shower so you’d have no choice but to call him and ask him to bring you some.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks in the bathroom and peeks his head into the shower to pass you the soap and look at anything he can get a peek at.

Creepy x perverted friend that tells you that you have a nice ass and slaps it before leaving the bathroom.

Creepy x perverted friend that forgot to tell you he was having some friends over, so when you were done putting your nighttime clothes on he dragged you across the hall to his place.

Creepy x perverted friend who has more friends like him. Hot, Tall, creepy and perverted because they immediately stare at your ass as you’re brought in.

Creepy x perverted friend that gets aggravated with you because you keep complaining at how his friends look at you.

Creepy x perverted friend that excuses you both and carries you to his room to bend you over on his bed and arches your back perfectly so he can talk to your pussy cause it seems to be the place you only listen from.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s upset because you keep moaning.

Creepy x perverted friend that actually pulls your shorts down and smacks your pussy, surprised to see how wet it was.

Creepy x perverted friend that blows his breath on your pussy to watch it quiver and drip more.

Creepy x perverts friend that turns you over into missionary so you can watch him talk to your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that spanks your clit because you kept moving your pussy upward so he can rub his lips against her.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts a pillow under your hip to position you correctly.

Creepy x perverted friend that harshly licks your pussy to watch her gush out juices.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs when you beg him to put his mouth on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that does exactly that and tells you to shut up because he doesn’t want his friends to hear.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s so happy to eat your pussy that he doesn’t realize you’ve came 3 times already and you’re begging him to get off not keep going.

Creepy x perverted friend that watches you cry due to overstimulation but still proceed to spread your pussy lips and tongue fuck you.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s sad because he neglected your boobs and goes to suck on them while fingering your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you while still fingering you and rubbing your clit, moaning into your mouth how you’ve been such a good girl ( you came again)

Creepy x perverted friend that sucks your cream off his finger and goes back down to lick the mess you’ve made.

Creepy x perverted friend that said he wasn’t aggravated because of you accusing his friends and that he already knew how they were.

Creepy x perverted friend that promises he’s gonna fuck you until you’re stupid and carries you back out the room while kissing you.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at his friends faces and continues to watch the game while you’re still panting next to him.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s done with the game and his friends went home besides one.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes you stay over because your legs “are in no condition to walk”.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits you on the edge of his friend lap to mess with him and see how he’d react.

Creepy x perverted friend that removes you then takes your shorts off and places you sitting backwards on his counter chairs.

Creepy x perverted friend that bought a fox buttplug after seeing a heart one in your sextoy box.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits on it and puts it in.

Creepy x perverted friend that has his friend come over to stand in front of you to watch your face twist with pleasure while he plays with your back hole.

Creepy x perverted friend that randomly pulls on the tail while you suck on his friends fingers in pleasure.

Creepy x perverted friend that shoves his fingers into your pussy because you seem to enjoy his friend a little too much.

Creepy x perverted friend that drops to his knees and eats your ass knowing you prepped it for tonight because he seen your plug under your cover.

Creepy x perverted friend that fingers your pussy and has his friend hold your hand when you try to grab his because his fingers are stretching you to new lengths.

Creepy x perverted friend that loves the way your asshole puckers that he keeps kissing it until it makes “smooching” sound.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend taste your ass and threatens you if you place your hands back to move him away he’ll punish you.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits in your mouth and makes you swallow it.

Creepy x perverted friend that hold your ass open wider for his friend to get a better taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that mocks you as you cry from the pleasure, telling you how you’re so good for him and his friend and then laughing at your squeals as his friend puts the cold buttplug back in.

Creepy x perverted friend that flips you around and places you on the cold countertop so him and his friend could admire your pussy as it clenched on nothing.

Creepy x perverted friend that has no shame and pulls his dick out to fuck you senseless in front of his friend.

Creepy x perverted friend that plunged his dick in your pussy causing you to whine out from the painful yet delicious stretch.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend take your boobs out and suck on them until you’re squirting from the penetration and pleasure received.

Creepy x perverted friend that almost shed tears of joy after watching your pussy cream on him and hug his dick so tight.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t stop fucking you, even after he came, because he’s scared this moment will end.

Creepy x perverted friend that tilts your hips upward because none of his cum should be leaking out and going to waste.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes the buttplug out to kiss your hole before making you clean his dick.

Creepy x perverted friend that drags you along to drop his friend off cause he’s not done with you.

Creepy x perverted friend that reclines his seat after his friend is safely in his home and fucks up into you in the parking lot.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you because he doesn’t want you to see his face when he cums into you and fucks it nicely in your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes you to get food and asks you to be his gf at the end of the night, in which you said yes.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that still does all his creepy stuff, just without being punished or shamed.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that fucks you everynight, eventually getting you pregnant.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that takes care of you your whole pregnancy and you both get a happy ending.

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