#anime x black reader

Don’t Say Her Name - Chapter 2

summary: collection of angsty oneshots surrounding being fwb with obanai when both parties harbor feelings for someone else

genre: smut (18+)

warnings:thigh riding, dirty talk, choking

pairing: iguro × black!fem oc / reader

his voice calmly announced himself with the door shut behind him, catching her ear as well as her eager intentions.

“hey.” he’d started to ask how she was for the sake of formal greetings, but was quickly thrown a plump thigh to squeeze around his side, and a slow, soft graze of teeth to his ear that preceded her breathy ‘hey’ back– both of which had him hissing through his teeth. 

he’s quickly aware of how the depth of his growl failed to hide his appreciation.

 "nnm shit…“

"who are you trying to sound sexy for?” she laughed, following his murmured instruction to hop on him, so he could carry her in full air straddle. he was exceptionally strong for his stature– jade could remember even the first time that he displayed what his slender muscle could do; it never hurt when she was needy to play in the sheets. something suggested to her that obanai could tell, given how he responded with a tight squeeze to her underthighs.

“you choose now to ask ridiculous questions– you lept on me and nipped my ear two seconds in the door, what do you expect from me,” he carried her easily to her bedroom, humming amusement at how she squealed when he threw her onto the sheets. her body was– for the most part –on display for him already, with his friend in nothing aside from white hipster panties and a black tee she’d apparently gotten a little scissor happy with cropping. it was a sight he could heartily appreciate, for the view it graced him with. black cotton was fringing and breezed over brown skin, only reaching just below her areola, barely granting him the sight of those two fetching little mounds resting atop her chest… and a lacy pattern accentuated the plentiful curve of her hips where she lay on her back awaiting him. there had never been difficulty at all with her getting him hard, especially when she would worry her index finger in her teeth, giving him sultry and expectant looks above a body blessed for sin. 

like she did now.

“what has he done now to get you like this,” his cool, deep voice mused, coated in a pleased shade of awe.

“say what?” jade gawked in theatrical surprise, “you wanna hear about giyuu all of a sudden?”

she had her answer swiftly: it was a viperous 'no’, given not from anything he said, but from every consequent move obanai made from the second she dared to tease with mention of the swim star, starting from how his face lost all of the growing fondness that was there not a second earlier.

his hands instantly grew vicious. if she couldn’t tell from the one that gripped her ankle to rest at his shoulder, jade could damn well be sure it with how the other clasped the vice grip that he did on her neck.

“don’t–” he grunted, snatching her down to the end of the bed, until the curve of her ass pressed flush against his groin, “–dare say that illiterate’s worthless name to me.”

both of their hearts belonged to another.

it was made no secret between them–obanai’s harbored feelings for mitsuri, and jade’s pining over giyuu. but the two confided their hidden wants only to the other, barring iguro’s truly painful obviousness of his swooning. neither of them possessed the self-esteem to come clean to their respective would-be’s. obanai was too mute and bashful, rather choosing to drown in self-sanctioned unrequited feelings for his hesitancy. jade resigned herself for her too-clear differences with the object of her desires. while introverts were quite naturally drawn to her, giyuu was far too much a male of focus. she had accepted being little more than an extra lump in the formless mass that lay out of the man’s tunnel vision… and done so long ago.

the two of them, however, were drawn to each other as poles of a magnet, opposite yet amiable in being so. they were both outliers of the norm in their own respect, obanai from his silence and appearance, jade

being a sore thumb as a foreign, black, american student in their university. 

it worked well in their favor, from the play out of college courses. from the first partnered project she had eased over to his seat to form a pair of the two of them, they remained so unto present.

“you must have known no one would have an interest in partnering with me,” she could recall him reminiscing some time later. the way he displayed his humor was so dry, but the most faint tuck of his inner cheek was his smile whenever he was being playful. it tickled her.

“i knew you wouldn’t get up and ask anybody, so i asked you. you act like you’re the one that came up winning from it,” she laughed, “i got the come up—- you’re the chemistry major, now i get A’s and you’re forced be polite and stay my friend outta decency.”

“not entirely,” he answered, tipping her phone down with his pen to inspect her test answers thusfar. he looked satisfied, quickly returning to his TA notes and tea, “i’ve come away with good company.”

she was just about to smile.

“i get some sumptuous cat every now and again, too. who could complain there.”

that sudden roughness wrenched a gasping moan from her, bringing her to curl her hips against the forming tent in his pants.

“okay…"  

to her breathless reply, obanai gave a squeeze to her that made her arousal seep well through her panties. even with the rage he played up, he delivered nothing but the deepest sensation of eroticism through his touch, and knew just how to constrict her blood flow to make her head light. "that is nowhere near good enough,” he warned, petting her pulse with the pad of his thumb, “make it clear to me that you understand. now.”

“i’m sorry, o, i won’t… i won’t…” she swore. in her growing heat she canted her skull into the bed, making her neck arch further into his palm.

“you won’t what,” he pressed, teeth clenched. jade supposed he hammered a thrust against her center for further incentive, but it worked only to scramble her thoughts awry with how wet he was getting her.

“oh fuck..! i won’t say it, obanai! i won’t say his name..!" 

he took his bitter time to mull over her sincerity to himself, indifferent to her squirming all the while. it looked to have been enough in the end– if barely. he only released his hold with a curt 'hmph’ and nothing more. she looked up to his heterochromatic stare, just in time to see the flippant way in which he brushed her ankle from his shoulder– insultingly, with a flick of the wrist and the backs of his knuckles. 

every indicator of his displeasure was growing sexier… now, slow heaves moved his chest, swelling and re-swelling in indignation with each riled breath iguro took. 

this was so different, and it aroused her heavily. 

he made her want to beg.

jade let her fingers curl around his belt, timid and sheepish, a stark contrast to the vixen countenance she glared at him with. but even as she rose to her knees in front of him, obanai’s expression held its impenetrable annoyance– in fact, it now verged on contempt. had she not known him, she would have been worried at the possibility that he would turn and leave her there unsatisfied. but she knew the hate he felt wasn’t toward her. and, knowing him as well as she did, jade was well aware that iguro loathed the idea of abandoning tasks; he left nothing unfinished once started, even a favor of fucking. moreover, he was too morally-coded an individual to deny what she needed. especially when she asked him outright.

the same sultry lidding of her eyes met him nose to nose, jade’s lips parted and her breath gently warming his skin behind the cloth of his ever-present mask. soft, teasing kisses over it did nothing to sway him; his eyes were still distaste-hardened, keeping their glare on her, and he himself remained unmoved. though, to her delight, he did not stop her from showering her affections. and while his expression never changed from the same repulsed sneer, she could feel his hand snaking firmly up her thigh as she pulled the band free from his ear to unveil his mouth.

when she kissed him, his eyes did not close. the hand at her leg squeezed, but he kept that skeptical, condescending, mismatched stare on her as though doubting her sincerity still. even as he opened her mouth to deepen the kiss as he pleased, letting their tongues slowly collide, letting hers reacquaint itself with the metal stud in his, he radiated bitter ire.

the wet 'chut’s of their lips breaking away were making her clit pulse and weep. obanai and his nimble fingers appeared to know it, as if her pussy spoke to him directly, slowing their kisses and sucking her tongue to make them that much louder, that much more filthy. the way he ravished her mouth was intense enough to make her even more light-headed, and wet enough to leave their saliva connecting their mouths even when they had disconnected. just as he brought one index finger to ease the fullness of her bottom lip downward, jade could feel his other slipping past the hem of her underwear and hooking into the crotch, dragging the knuckle languidly down her heated flesh. her eyes fluttered and she knew her slick was coating it, directly where she had already dampened material in his grasp.

"what is this,” he asked, breaking her away from her pleasure. his touch slipped down the line of her throat to open her eyes, and she did– to the sight of him staring at her mouth as his licked his lips. 

…so he liked her new lip gloss…

she gave him a faint answer of pineapple papaya, and he hummed, feigning very little intrigue. but the manner of his touch flipped on a switch, yanking the lace of her panties in a fist before he gave his next, low command, “give it to me.”

she surrendered her mouth to his in the next blink, sighing dizzied moans into iguro’s. he was possessed in having all of her taste, hiking her closer to him with handfulls of her ass that were over indulgent to say the least. jade’s mind continued floating away from her body, ascending to astral planes under the man’s skill, dying to be crushed under his weight and filled with what she felt straining against the mound of her cunt. 

“sit,” he breathed, with their lips barely parted. drunk and floating, she obeyed to find her pussy flush to his thigh. when he’d slipped his leg onto the bed, she didn’t know. and how she hadn’t noticed just turned her on more. her mouth was eaten up in his while her mind was still scrambling from the contact, and she was reduced to a moaning puddle when his hands coaxed her hips to rock into his– using the smoothest of fluid motion and matching it with his waist. it was one of the things about his sex that could drive her insane, make her orgasms roll one into the other underneath him. especially when he did it to the rhythm of slow music she would sometimes put on when he was over. in the times where jade’s mind was less sex-fogged, she often mentioned to obanai how natural he would be at kompa and gouyad… he practically used them on her every time they were intimate.

the small, breathy grunts he left on her tongue snapped her out of her daze, and she broke their kiss with a whine.

“quit it..! you’re …gonna m- ake me cum..!”

“your point being?” he asked, callous and dry, “i’m well aware. and i’ll make you cum however i please,” he growled, lowering his mouth to cradle the bed of her breast in his tongue, speaking again when he’d glid a slithering lick to her nipple, “you told me you needed it.”

“it’s a dick appointment, you ass,” she breathed, just for him to shut her up again with his lips. she mewed, feeling her walls begin to flutter with him still guiding her to ride his thigh.

“that, you’ll get when i give it to you,” he answered, “i happen to feel like making you bust a few times before then. so you may as well cum now.”

god, and did she. obanai took painstaking measures to ensure she did– using every game-ending turn on of hers that he could implement right then. looking at her under sultry lashes, he rolled his lip into a bite for her to take in. one hand slid up her body, covered in pronounced veins running up to his arm that she found sexy as all hell, and gripped her shirt in a tight fist. with her pert bosom finally freed, he pulled her up by her top, bringing her ear to his mouth to give a dark and velvet purr, “behave like you want my dick and cum on me… I’ll give it to you until you shake.”

she was quivering then, sent into orgasm and feeling each shockwave strengthen from his voice.

“f..fffuck you…” she cursed through chattering teeth just before throwing her head back, moaning and clutching at his hair.

he always delivered when she asked. his shyness fell away for her pleasure’s sake. it was what he did for her. and when it was his needs being met, she did the same.

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moving on ; miya atsumu

warningsnotedited, break ups, and some awkward moments

genre angst, college au

word count1.3k

inspirationn/a

synopsis in which you stop by your ex’s place to get the last of your things, putting the last nail in the coffin for the both of you

This was a bad idea, not only you said this but your best friend who had told you multiple times, had said this. But you couldn’t just leave them there. And it was definitely out of the question to return to you and Atsumu’s messages and awkwardly ask him to drop off your stuff.

You shuddered at the sole thought of it.

Though, as you stood in front of his familiar apartment door, memories flooding back, you considered the latter. No matter how awkward or selfish it was.

The longer you stood at a stand still, those memories began to rage. From the first time you walked up to it. To all the lighthearted times Atsumu held you against it, the both of you laughing and giggling as he would place butterfly kisses all over your face, never forgetting that sensitive spot on your neck.

And of course you couldn’t forget the pouring night you and him put the final nail in the coffin for your relationship.

Now that, made you shudder.

You didn’t like recalling that moment. It still felt fresh considering it was just two weeks ago. But it just came back whenever you thought you had finally rid your mind of Atsumu completely. It flooded you with guilt and a smidge of regret, even though the split was mutual.

Thankfully, there were no tears shared. The realization hit you when had got back to your own apartment, in dry clothes and warm sheets, your best friend convinced you to immediately delete all your pictures with him. You still remember vividly the salty tears that welled up in your eyes.

You always wondered if the same happened to Atsumu when he deleted your photos together too.

“Alright,” never did you expect you’d be giving yourself a pep talk outside your ex’s door, but here you were. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, preparing yourself like you were about to run miles or score a winning point for your team.

But no, it was none of that. Just preparing yourself to get the last things that connected a string between you and Atsumu.

“You can do this. Just in and out.” You inhaled deeply and let it go slower than you anticipated. Why did this have to be so hard?

Finally, shaking off your jitters and doubts, your raised a fist to knock at Atsumu’s door. But you practically froze when you heard the stalling of footsteps behind you.

“Uh, ___?” No, no, no. One those balls of your feet, you slowly turned to face Atsumu. He looked confused to say the least. Who wouldn’t when their ex of two weeks is at their door?

You cleared your throat. “I—uh— hey, I was just here to— uh— pick up my stuff, you know?” Atsumu’s face relieved itself of the confusion, practically saying ‘Ah’ just by the expression.

“About time,” he makes the joke but doesn’t full on laugh himself. It misses you with too, a too soon on the tip of your tongue. Though it really wasn’t, Atsumu had gotten his stuff from your place last week. You wonder if he had been waiting for your stale text for the past week.

Atsumu clears his throat like you had done. “I should open the door.” He whispers and glides past you. Silently, you follow him. Almost letting a quip to retort back to him but you knew you guys were not at that stage of comfortability anymore, far from it. And you bet you guys were never going to reach it again.

You follow him inside and see that many of the lights are already on, so you assume Osamu was inside. The image of him opening the door on you before you could get to knock because he heard your stupid pep talk creeped up on you and you cringed.

Yet his head of brown didn’t pop out anywhere to point at you and laugh like he did when you used to do things like that. There was going to be no more that either, the realization made you frown.

You stayed behind Atsumu through the layout of his apartment, walking around here was like second nature to you, you almost had the urge to walk beside him. But you kept you distance, even in his bedroom where you guys would spend sleepless nights talking about anything but nothing at the same time.

“I think it should be over here.” Atsumu headed to a corner of his room, definitely referring to a crate or box where he had stored your things. And bingo, he was. The box was quite big like the one your best friend helped you pack with his stuff.

No surprise because this apartment was your second home. First really if you thought about it.

“Here.” Atsumu said, but he made to move to hand it over to you. It was like he was soaking up his last moments with your things, and possibly with you.

And it wasn’t like you made a move either. Deep down your felt that regret. Walking in here did not help with your want to move on. It just made you realize how much you missed it. How much you missed your relationship, and how much you missed Atsumu.

Only seconds ticked by before Atsumu jutted the box out to you but it felt like hours. You accepted it, muttering a quiet thank you.

“I should get going.” You said, it was in a sad tone and you’re sure he caught that. You took a single step back to distance yourself.

Atsumu nodded, agreeing silently. He led you out of his room, and without any words, you said good bye to it and to the hallways with the scratches and dents, to the living room where game and movie night would happen, to the kitchen where Atsumu would hover over you whenever you cooked. You’d especially miss the slow dances to old rnb, that was a memory you treasured.

And like you wanted, you were in and out. Standing on the opposite side of the door while Atsumu stood in the threshold. You weren’t going to give your self a pep talk this time around, now it was time to say good bye. Not to the door, but to Atsumu.

His eyes were sad, and you could assume yours were too. “So,” he started, scratching at his nape.

“So,” you copied. There was a silence before Atsumu unexpectedly let out a laugh.

“I’m sorry— it’s just— I never imagined us doing this.” He took the words right out of your mouth. You and Atsumu used to talk about your future together frequently, especially about marriage. And now those talks would have to be forgotten.

You nodded. “Me either,” you smiled weakly. “But it’s for the best right? This what we both wanted?”

Was it?

Atsumu’s mouth twitched like he wanted to say something different other than, “Right.”

Another silence came between you two, which Atsumu shattered again. “I guess I’ll see you around campus, yea?”

You hummed. “I’ll see you.” You edged back a bit, still somehow holding eye contact with Atsumu. The image of you guys having one of those dramatic movie scenes where you just run back into each other’s arm and say how much you regretted ever breaking up played in your mind.

But that didn’t happen. You finally said goodbye to Atsumu with your eyes, turning away and walking down the hallway for what you expected to be the last time.

Standing in the elevator, you came to terms that breaking up with Atsumu was definitely something you didn’t want. Yet, it seemed like things were already set in stone for the both of you.

v-day ; levi squad + hange

warnings just cute stuff with my babies

genre fluff, modern au

word count0.7k

inspo honestly, i’m going through an armin brainrot phase so

synopsisstill sad and mourning so here’s how i cope with aot ( again )

a/n i miss sasha so i needed to make one of these for valentines day activities ( isayama, if you ever see this. i’m under your bed )

eren yeager;

• literally gone when you wake up
• and you know exactly why ‘cause he does it every year
• to say eren goes all out for valentines day would be an understatement
• even though it happens every year, you never get tired of his planned out scavenger hunts
• he has you run around the city for clues and it brings you to places the both of you have been before and of course, it ends with you meeting him at some restaurant or even back at home
• ( you prefer the restaurant because i headcanon that eren cannot cook for shit )
• but still it’s really romantic and he will not hesitate to do it again ( or something even better ) the following year

armin arlert;

• plain and simple, you’re not allowed to lift a finger
• he brings you breakfast in bed, he’s giving you presents, he’s running you a bath, literally anything you want he’ll do it for you
• ( it’s like this on a regular basis but he denies that )
• and he’ll make you both a dinner ( which is actually good )
• and you guys would probably spend the rest of the night in this extravagant fort ( that armin built without a word ), watching romcoms

levi ackerman;

• you never expect much every year but you never expect nothing
• levi doesn’t really favor valentines day, he thinks it’s stupid and just a money grabber but ask that man to buy you a bouquet and he’s out the door
• he’ll give it to you with a grimace while muttering something but you still find it romantic
• but of course, grumpy still believes in the money grabbing part so he insists you guys stay in every year and he’ll cook instead
• which you don’t mind ( again, ‘cause it’s actually good compared to w.e eren would’ve made )
• every valentines day to date with levi has ended with some cheesy chick flick and he acts like he hates them but he’s definitely invested

hange zoë;

• y’all are on vacation
• every single year hange refuses to stay home for valentines day because they think it’s boring and generic
• so, ( even though you think it’s too expensive), hange flies you guys out somewhere to spend the occasion
• “we don’t need to fly out to the bahamas, hange. it’s just valentines day.”
• “but i already booked the flight.”
• you can’t complain though because spending your valentines day with hange on a beach is something you don’t mind doing every time february comes around

sasha braus;

• no matter what the circumstances are, y’all are gonna eat out on valentines day
• snow, rain, hail, y’all are going somewhere with food and sasha is determined
• and always after your dinners, you guys go home and try to make a valentines day themed treat
• which is typically unsuccessful because you have sasha as your own personal human trash disposal but it’s still romantic in the moment

jean kirstein;

• just like levi, he’ll say valentines day is pointless but he’ll still have a table booked at some fancy restaurant “just because”
• trust me, in the same breath he denies the fact he cares about the occasion he’ll be bending over backwards to get you a good gift
• and he manages outdoes himself every year somehow and will still claim the day is stupid
• definitely that one mfer that puts roses on the bed for “atmosphere purposes” when you open said gift

connie springer;

• seriously, valentines day with connie is fun
• he never sticks to anything annually
• one year you’ll celebrate at the amusement park, or at a fancy restaurant, one year even landed you two at mcdonald’s but with connie it was all the same
• i definitely see you guys just staying in one year and making personal cards for each other
• it’s a complete mess of glitter, glue, markers, and stickers but with the amount of laughter it doesn’t matter
• his card definitely had a corny dirty joke as the punchline but at this point you consider it romance

mikasa ackerman;

• mikasa and valentines day simply don’t mix
• kind of like jean and levi, she doesn’t understand it. but like genuinely, she doesn’t
• “why do i need a special day to be sweet to you? i do that every day already.”
• so, every year you have to turn the tables and do things for her that honestly come as a surprise
• she genuinely never expects the presents you get her but she always shows her gratitude and thankfulness
• and she keeps every one of them very close to her, literally still sleeps with the bear you won her on your first v—day date at a carnival

no questions asked ; kozume kenma

warningsnothing

genrefluff

word count0.7k

inspirationn/a

synopsis in which kenma leaves his stream almost immediately to join you in bed when you ask

a/n was supposed to post this last week, sorry guys also this is not my best work, my apologies !

It wasn’t common for you to crash any of Kenma’s streams. Of course you did the usual, coming to check up on him, bringing him food and water, the minimum. Even when his audience asked to see more of you, because obviously a glimpse of your sleeve or a simple greeting wasn’t enough for them, you still didn’t stay for too long.

But this occasion was different. You had been stressing for weeks over what Kenma would like to call nothing. But it was something, it was school, it was work, it was the world itself that made your shoulders feel heavy. That made you want to stay in the comfort of your bed and sleep multiple days away. But for your own world to keep spinning, you knew you had to wake up everyday and live it.

Much to your dismay.

It was draining. Today especially, your boss having you stay a couple more hours because of the lack of staff, even having you lock up.

You moved the slowest you had ever trying to change into some comfortable clothes. You were so tired and weak, all you wanted was the feeling of your face pressed against your silk pillowcase and your body encased in your boyfriend’s arms.

But of course he was in the game room, streaming at his usual hour with Kuroo and the others. Apparently with the screams of his name, Lev had tagged along too.

“Must be a special stream,” You mumbled to yourself, dragging your feet down the hall and toward the sounds of video game gunshots and yelling. You didn’t want to interrupt, but you needed Kenma more than anything.

Like always, Kenma took notice of your presence immediately. Fortunately, having won a game right as you walked in. He moved his mic from his lips to greet you, “Hey, ___. Welcome home—”

And there it was. Kenma’s quick eye and mind. He knew something was up. Maybe it was due to your body literally being slumped against the threshold, or your slow blinks, you had your bets placed on the yawn you had just emitted.

“Rough day?” His voice was solemn. He hated what you were going through just as much as you did.

All you could do was hum, resting your head on the doorway and closing your eyes. Kenma hummed himself, obviously pondering to himself.

“Hi, ___!” You heard Lev’s voice, the only thing that encouraged you to shuffle over to Kenma’s set up. The chat flooded with greets and requests for you, you were too tired to peel your eyes at them and read.

“It’s supposed to be a celebratory stream. But if you want me to come to bed with you—” Kenma was saying before you put your hands up.

“If you need to stay, I can just sleep alone.” With that, you were about to take your leave. But Kenma gripped your wrist, swinging you back around to him.

“No. Do you want me to join you?” Kenma’s hand slid down to your own, locking his fingers with yours.

You squeezed his hand. “I didn’t want to seem selfish, but yea, I do.” You admitted, borderline bashfully.

Kenma nodded. “Alright, I’m leaving.” He said so simply that it kind of shocked you.

“Bro, we just started.” Kuroo exclaimed. Kenma just shrugged, turning off his game and removing his headset.

“See you guys, tomorrow.” Kenma waved to his stream, you following suit, before shutting that down as well.

“Jeez. I guess ___ comes first, huh Kenma—?” Yaku mused, that being the last thing you heard from their phone call since Kenma left that without goodbye.

You snorted. “A bit harsh, no?” Kenma stood, already leading you out of the room.

“They’re annoying. Of course I’d choose you over a stream.” Kenma grumbled, dragging you all the way to your shared room and shared bed.

Finally, you sighed as your cheek met the fabric of your pillow. Kenma shuffling over to wrap his arms around you to spoon you.

“You’ll tell me about your day in the morning, hmm?” Kenma asked into your neck.

“Of course, Ken, good night.”

“Good night.”