958112 - Robin Is My Waifu And I Am Her Waifu

How The OP Boys React To You Wearing Someone Else’s Jacket

A/N : hey! This is just something to make up for my lack of writing recently. Hope you enjoy!

Summary : a couple of the one piece boys react to you wearing someone else’s jacket instead of theirs. How could you? :>

includes ; Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, law and Mihawk.

only Luffy’s ended up being a hc, the others are like super short scenarios lol. Well. Just dialogue mostly.

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Luffy

Visibly confused when he notices.

Why are you wearing Law’s jacket over your shoulders? Today isn’t particularly cold, at least not for him.

He isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like it.

Will not hesitate to confront you and ask you straight up.

“Oi, [Name]! Why are you wearing Law’s jacket?”

He has the biggest, sulky pout on his lips with his arms crossed and staring at you.

Weird thing is, Law hasn’t been around for a while so you must’ve had that jacket for quite some time if you’re wearing it.

“Luffy. It just feels warm and big on me, so I wore it. Plus, this way, I won’t forget to return it to him when we see him again!”

Luffy pouts further at your comment and sighs, clearly growing agitated the longer you wore it.

Since Luffy didn’t particularly had a jacket, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it at your face.

“Wear this instead! I don’t want you wearing Law’s jacket, you’ll smell like him!”

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Zoro

Clear displeasure and irritation evident when he sees you walking out in an all too familiar jacket.

“Why the hell are you wearing that?”

Tugging on Sanji’s blazer securely, you shrug and continue what you were doing.

“It’s chilly out, and Sanji offered me his jacket. It’s warm.”

Hearing your excuse merely increased his annoyance. That chivalrous bastard.

“Well take it off. It looks horrible on you.” He bluntly comments and you roll your eyes at him. “I’m cold though!”

“Fine.”

And so, Zoro walks on over towards you and not giving a damn if he ripped the jacket as he pulls it off your body, he unties his (kimono?) and before you could react,

he is pulling you into his embrace, before tying back up with you inside and carried you over to the railing of the deck.

He plops down and sits with his back to the railing and you in his lap. “Now you won’t be cold.” He says, wrapping his arms around you and shut his eyes.

-

Sanji

“Hm? [Name]-chan, why are you wearing Luffy’s shirt?”

Absolutely shocked at the many thoughts running through his mind. You were wearing Luffy’s shirt,

The same one that he wears everyday?! And so, LUFFY IS WALKING AROUND SHIRTLESS BECAUSE YOU ARE WEARING HIS SHIRT?!

“Oh, I—“

“HOW DARE YOU LUFFY, YOU BASTARD! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, YOU STUPID RUBBER STRAW HAT!” Sanji cries out, completely lost and in tears. “HOW DARE YOU TAINT MY [NAME]-CHAN’S INNOCENCE LIKE THAT?!”

“Sanji! Relax! It’s not like that!”

You let out a breath as the chef finally relaxed, teary eyes and teardrops running down his cheeks. “*sniffles loudly* you sure?..”

“Of course I’m sure! Usopp, Luffy and I were just playing a game and I got wet. Luffy let me wear his shirt to cover myself while I changed.”

Sanji widens his eyes in realization and relaxes his shoulders, exhaling out in slight relief. “Oh.. I see..”

“Besides, I wouldn’t go for Luffy. I’d totally go for Zoro—“ before you could continue your tease, Sanji interrupts.

“YOU DUMBASS MARIMO!”

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Law

“[Name]-ya. Why are you wearing that?”

Taking a second glance when you enter the room, he can feel confusion and his eyebrow twitching in irritation at the familiar sight.

“Actually, how the hell do you even have that?”

Glancing down at the large cape/jacket that had a faint smell of alcohol, metal and Kid’s common body scent, you shrug in response.

“I don’t actually know, but I found it and it’s comfortable so I’m keeping it! Eustass can find another one.”

Law rubs the bridge of his nose and heaves a heavy sigh. “Do you mind taking it off? I don’t need the smell of that metal head filling my ship.”

Obviously, he just despised seeing you in it.

Law definitely doesn’t want to be near you just to smell Kid’s scent, either.

“Whyyy, it’s comfortable and I’m feeling cold..” you whine and Law rolls his eyes. “Then take this.”

He grumbles under his breath and slips off his doctor’s coat and held it out for you, his other hand and attention focused on his paperwork.

He just wanted to see you in his jacket really, he was sure you’d look a hundred times better.

Excited, you immediately take off Kid’s coat and take Law’s, slipping it on and grin widely. “Smells just like you... and disinfectant.”

You laugh a bit and Law couldn’t help the curve of his lips at the sight of you.

You did look a lot better in his clothes.

-

Ace

“Baby, don’t tell me that’s still Sabo’s jacket you’re wearing..”

The fake betrayal and expression of pain and sadness lit his eyes and you felt just a pang of guilt.

“Maybe.. he offered it to me! I just came across him today and he didn’t want me to get cold.”

“Why didn’t you wear a jacket?”

Visibly sulky and pouty, and whining that you shouldn’t be wearing another man’s clothes, especially his brothers.

“I forgot! And besides, I would have taken yours but you don’t wear anything.” You hum, and Ace smirks lightly.

“Because it’s easier to get in the mood that way~” he jokes and you roll your eyes despite the giggle that slipped out.

“Besides, if you were cold, I am literally an actual body heater. Just cuddle and hug me if you’re cold!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s go and get some cuddles right now then.”

“I know another way I can warm you up instead~” Ace hums, immediately picking you up by the waist and taking you to the bedroom.

-

Sabo

When Sabo returns early from a small task, he finds you on the bed and in a particular someone’s jacket, confusing him.

“Hey, love. Is this Roronoa’s blazer? Why do you have it?”

You’re overjoyed seeing the blonde returning so soon, but a bit startled at his appearance and question.

“Oh, Zoro lent it to me! It was during Dressrosa, before we left after talking with his crew mates.”

“Why didn’t you just ask for mine?” Sabo pouts, frowning when he saw how adorable you looked in something that wasn’t his or technically yours.

“You were busy with explaining your backstory to them, I didn’t want to interrupt you.” You sheepishly say, seeing his pout and was quick to take off the jacket.

“But since you’re here, give me yours! It smells like you, so I want it!”

“You know I have plenty in the closet..” he mumbles, reluctantly taking his off with a sulk, hiding his secret smile. “So I’m just second choice?”

Of course, now he was just teasing you.

“Sabo!”

-

Mihawk

“Mi amor, tell me the reason for the red-haired’s coat around you.”

Mihawk’s expression is laced with displeasure and disappointment at the sight of it.

He is equally annoyed and irritated that you seem to have Shank’s smell lingering on you from his coat.

“When Shanks visited, he left his coat behind. It’s comfortable so I wore it.”

“Well, take it off. It’s an annoyance to see and smell. Throw it out.”

You could only sigh at Mihawk’s stern, yet toneless voice and follow his order, slipping the material off your shoulders and went to an open window.

“Wait.”

Mihawk pulls at his mini cross blade and swings twice, successfully cutting the fabric into pieces just as you released your hold on it.

“Was that necessary?..” you mumble, a slight smile and amusement playing on your face as Mihawk nods, shutting his golden eyes. “Of course.”

-

A/N : I was going to include Kid and Corazon but like, this was a lot already and this isn’t even that great in general, and I just wanted to post something :> hope you still like this!

Sorry if it seems rushed and not that great. I’m really out of my writing game lately. :/

prompt 28 (i think??) with atsumu and maybe like a bar to hookup situation?? honestly anything is fine but that’s just the idea i had

300 Follower Event

Miya Atsumu

Prompt 28: “You’re hot, you’re just intolerable”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: this is a genuine drunk hookup. if that makes you uncomfy please do not read. other than that, car sex. that’s about it.

the number of bar flirting scenes i’ve written goes up every single day and i enjoy each one more than the last.

really though, he is who i wrote this prompt for. thank you so much.

He was looking at you again.

The artificial blond with the dazzling laugh that you couldn’t get out of your head, who had been nursing mixed drink after mixed drink all night, was staring at you with dark eyes even as his friends continued yelling back and forth. He was handsome, you had to admit, but he looked like trouble. The good kind, but trouble nonetheless.

You turned back to the glass in front of you. You honestly didn’t remember what was in it, or how many had come before it. You were just very warm, very giggly, and very happy to be there. You glanced at the corner where another woman was fully mounted on one of the blond’s friends. It brought a goofy smile to your lips, but you shook your head and threw back the rest of your drink. The bartender looked up at you expectantly.

“Can I just have, like --” You gestured in a way that you were sure made no logical sense. “A big water?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You want a water?”

You grinned.

“Yes please.”

“I’ll have what they’re havin’,” a voice said beside you. You turned and had to lurch back because of how close the face was. It was, of course, the blond. His breath smelled like whatever lime flavored concoction he had left at his table and his eyes were a dark brown up close. Shit, he really was good looking.

“Get ready for a big cup of nothing, buddy,” you said. He grinned at the juvenile nickname and leaned his head on his hand.

“Nothin’ is everything in good company.”

“That’s not a real saying.”

“No. No it is not.” He smirked at you as the bartender set two bottled waters on the counter. You thanked him and the blond shot him a smile. You cracked open the water and took a sip, eyes not leaving his.

“So,” he said, plopping down on the barstool next to you. “What’s yer deal? You’ve been checkin’ me out all night.”

“If looking back at the creep staring at me counts as ‘checking him out’ then I guess you’re right.”

“Aw, come on. If I really was a creep ya would’ve told me off hours ago.”

“That’s true. I hadn’t talked to you yet so I didn’t want to make too many assumptions.”

“Yet? So ya were plannin’ on approaching me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“It wasn’t high on my to-do list. With how you were staring I figured I just had to wait.”

“I guess you were right about that.” He smiled and took a long sip of his water. “Tryin’ to sober up with this, then?

“I was, but now that you’re here I think I need another drink.”

“Yeah? Am I that bad of company?”

“I just don’t want to be able to clearly see that ugly mug of yours.” You tried to phrase it like an insult, but your smile didn’t make make it very convincing.

He wasn’t even phased.

“Lying will get ya nowhere.”

“Yeah? Could probably get me home if I made up a good excuse.”

“Don’t need an excuse. I can walk away anytime. Ya want me to leave?”

You held your water to your lips to keep from answering.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He studied your face for a moment, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I’ll buy ya a shot if you really want another.”

“You gonna do it with me?”

“F’course. Why else would I be sittin’ here?”

You sighed and swirled to face him.

“What were you thinking?”

“Somethin’ sweet-ish for you."

You shrugged.

“You’re buying.”

He grinned and waved down the bartender. You watched him as he ordered. He was actually remarkably polite and his wide smile seemed to work magic. The bartender who had hardly looked at you for an hour was laughing right with him.

With the blond no longer paying attention to you, you let your eyes scan the rest of his body. Your attention fixed on his legs, where his slacks were remarkably tight around his thighs. You had to wonder if he played a sport of some kind, because you couldn’t bring yourself to stop staring.

A moment later, two short glasses were sitting in front of you and he was ducking his head into your line of vision to get your attention.

“See somethin’ ya like?” he teased. You shoved his face away.

“Don’t start that.”

“Come on, sweetheart, I know ya think I’m hot.”

“You’re hot, you’re just intolerable.”

“Yet you’re still sittin’ here.”

“What can I say? I have bad taste.”

“I can’t say the same.”

“Is that why you’re still sitting here?”

“Only because you haven’t invited me anywhere else.”

“Oh? Think you’re getting lucky?”

“That’s not for me to decide. But for the record, you could tell me to follow you in front of a moving train right now and I’d probably say yes.”

You stared at each other for a little too long. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything but his face. It was pulled into a permanent smile and could see the tip of his tongue resting behind one canine. He probably thought the expression was attractive and, jesus, he was right. He broke your train of thought by lifting his glass in your direction.

“What should we toast to?” he asked.

“I’d say to good company, but it’d hardly be accurate.”

He grinned and clinked your glass.

“To horrible, obnoxious, very handsome company.”

You smiled and raised your own shot.

“I can drink to that.”

He winked and you both threw your heads back. As you set down your glass he winced and he stuck out his tongue.

“I’ve had too much to drink for that to be pleasant,” he choked out.

“Poor baby. Maybe you should head home.”

“If yer invitin’ me over, I might consider it.”

You wanted to glare but a giggle rose from your throat instead.

“You can sure run your mouth,” you said.

“I’ve been told before.”

“You think it’s charming?”

“Do you?”

“Unfortunately.”

He tipped his head into his palm and stared at you. The shot felt like it went right to your head. Somehow he was even more handsome the hazier you felt, but it might have been you were just more willing to admit it. You were about to make the mistake of complimenting him when he tapped his foot against your leg.

“I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Do you deserve to know?” you teased. He scrunched up his nose and hooked his foot on the bar of your seat.

“Come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Y/n,” you said. He looked tired but grinned anyway.

“Miya Atsumu,” he said. He made a show of gesturing to himself. “You c’n just call me Atsumu, if you want.”

You shrugged.

"Maybe.”

He sighed dramatically and leaned father forward.

“Have I told ya you’re incredibly attractive?” he asked, gaze fixed on your lips.

“Not in those words,” you said.

“Well I’m telling’ ya now.” He poked at your leg. “I like the way yer face looks. I’d like to see it closer, but only if ya wanna see mine too.” His hand squeezed your thigh instead of poking at it and he looked up at you. He was still smiling, but there was a hazy adoration in his dark eyes that you just couldn’t look away from.

Fuck it.

You threw a few bills on the bar and stood.

“You drive here, Miya?”

“Nah. Did you?”

“Yep. Come on.” You began walking toward the door but Atsumu clumsily caught your arm.

“Nuh-uh. No drivin’ right now.”

You turned back around and leaned down to look him in the eye.

“Did I say anything about actually driving?”

You waited one, two, three seconds and his face lit up in understanding. He scrambled out of his chair and grabbed his coat. He didn’t even say goodbye to his friends as he rushed in front of you to hold the door, then eagerly followed you outside.

“I knew ya’d see the light,” he said, lightly bumping against your shoulder.

“You sure? You seemed pretty surprised.”

“I was just lookin’ at ya. A pretty face that close would shock anyone.”

“Sure it would.” You got to your car and after more than one try managed to unlock the door. You switched off the automatic lights and shut the door again.

“Can I call shotgun or does the backseat have the best view?” he said, leaning down to peer through the window.

“I could just send you back inside, you know.”

He hopped in front of you, nearly tipping over in the process, and leaned against the car door.

“But ya won’t.” You glared at him for a moment. He just grinned back.

“Backseat,” you whispered.

He made an excited noise that sounded a lot like a slurred “yay.” He popped open the door and slid inside, leaning too far onto the leather before pushing himself upright again. You climbed in after him and locked the door.

“Alrighty. Where do ya want me?” he asked, making a show of holding his hands up by his head. You laughed despite yourself and threw a leg over his lap.

“Shut the fuck up, Miya.” You grabbed him by the front of the shirt and crashed your lips into his. He smiled into the kiss, one hand rising to cup the side of your face. It was a little sloppy, or a lot sloppy, or maybe you just didn’t care. His tongue was in your mouth and yours was probably in his, but all you could think to do was push him farther into the back of the seat and tighten your legs around him.

His hands fell to your hips, then slipped lower, squeezing lightly and causing you to grind into his lap. He let out a short laugh that you were pretty sure was meant to be a sigh. You chuckled and bit his lower lip, then immediately returned to kissing him. He groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer. You dropped your lips to his jaw. He inhaled sharply and his fingers dug into your skin. You could feel that he was hard, and it was only becoming more apparent the more you kissed down his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You laughed and returned to kissing his lips. You pulled at his belt, fumbling for a moment due to the haziness still sitting in your brain. He reached down to help you, hands only serving to get in the way. He broke the kiss, a small frown on his face.

“Wait. Hold on,” he said. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he carefully undid his pants. “S’that okay?” he asked, looking back up at you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I think it’s okay, yeah,” you said, unable to hold back your laughter. He started smiling back, then stopped.

“Yer clothes are still on,” he said matter of factly. You looked down.

“They are.”

He looked back up at your face.

“Can they not be?”

You grinned and leaned out of his lap, undoing your pants and tugging them off. You discarded them on the floor and got back into his lap.

“Is that better?” you asked. He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for another kiss. You humored him, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away. He grinned as you leaned back, opening the center console.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked. You pulled out a condom and he burst out laughing.

“What?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“M’sorry. I don’ know why I’m laughin’.”

“You know your accent gets stronger when you drink?” you asked, amused.

“I don’ have an accent.”

“Sure you don’t, Miya.”

He laughed again and leaned his face against your chest.

“Shhh,” you cooed, lifting his chin up and pressing a kiss to his lips. Both of you were still grinning. His eyes grew wide as you ripped open the wrapper with your teeth. You tugged down his boxers and slid the condom on quickly. He inhaled sharply, staring at your face as you reached between your legs, pulling fabric aside and lining him up with your entrance.

You wrapped a hand tightly around his neck as you sunk down. He sighed loudly into your ear and braced his arms around your waist.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. You smiled and pressed your lips to his. His kiss was messy and desperate and graced with the occasional giggle, but he seemed to forget what was funny whenever you shifted your hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Hold on.” You stilled and he grabbed your ass. “Hold on. Let me.” He steadied himself and thrust up into you. You gasped and buried your face into his hair. Groans and pants and curses fell from his lips as he fucked into you as fast as his inebriated brain would let him. Your gasping in his ear only spurred him on.

“Jesus, you feel good. Look at you,” he mumbled. He wasn't looking, but he didn’t seem to care. You laughed against his face, bringing a smile to his lips.

“You’ve got a pretty smile,” you whispered. A noise left his lips that almost sounded like a giggle.

“Keep it up and I’m gonna go home with ya.” He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you and you moaned. He laughed. “Doesn’t sound like ya’d be too upset about that.”

“Shut up,” you breathed. He hummed and gripped you tighter.

“No promises.”

He was already noisy, but his voice seemed to get even louder as he got closer. You grabbed his face and kissed him, swallowing his breath as it turned into panting. His hips lost their rhythm and his fingertips dug into you.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His voice was harsh and desperate. He let out one last strained groan against as he held you against him and spilled into the condom. He was completely tense for a moment, then his body melted back into the seat. You let out a breathy laugh and kissed his forehead. Both of your chests heaved and you checked out the window for the first time. They were fogged up, but the only person outside seemed to be an older man, stumbling around and clearly absolutely wasted.

Atsumu leaned close, lips spread in a grin.

“Is it weird to say I think I love you?” he asked. You pushed his face away and laughed.

“You’re drunk, Miya.”

“So’re you! Let’s get married.”

“I’m ordering you a car.”

“Only if you come with me.”

You looked at him carefully. He may as well have had heart eyes. You sighed and pulled out your phone.

“Fine.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and hugged you close, laying his face on your chest as you looked for a ride to take you both home.

TANGELO

—nsfw + f! reader + (dumb puppy) shoto todoroki + oral sex + panty play + m. sub

your puppy needs you.

2.0k words | written for the hybrids collab | hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting

shoto todoroki loathes his muzzle.

he hates the metal bit, hates the way it tastes on his tongue, like sweat and iron, and nothing like you, and the leather straps that err a little too close to tight, pressing into his skin and sticking to his cheeks and chin.

it’s repulsive and unbecoming - he knows he’s too good to wear it.

flexing his jaw, he stares at you, knelt on the floor beside your desk, and huffs breathily, crouching on his haunches. 

it earns him a glance, so he does it again - this time, he makes a show of flopping onto his backside, peering up at your face with a low-pitched whine.

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Sleep in the heat (Alpha!Izuku x Omega!reader) // hurt/comfort//

tonight? I offer u a shitty little angst drabble i found. Tomorrow? who knows.

(In which Izuku is a shitty alpha nd his omega goes into a big bad omega depression) 

the title is a pup song dont @ me

Warnings: Angst but barely, hurt/comfort, omegaverse, Izuku crying

“Are you sure you can’t make it?” You did your best to keep your voice steady over the phone, you didn’t want Izuku to worry. 

“Work is just- it’s crazy right now baby, they need me here.” Tears welled in your eyes at that, and it was all you could do to murmur an ‘okay’ before you hung up. You got it, his work was important and all that, but it was your anniversary! You’d cooked his favourite meal and everything! The two of you had hardly been able to see each other lately, you’d just wanted this to be special. The tears spilt over your eyes when you glanced at the meal you’d made for nothing, and you were grabbing the bottle of wine and running to the spare room without a second thought. You didn’t want to think about Izuku, you didn’t want to think about anything anymore. You burrowed under the covers as quickly as you could, onlynletting yourself cry when you were completely immersed in them. You were probably being stupid, sure, but you’d barely seen him in months, and it had only gotten worse the last week. You hadn’t seen him at all since the day before yesterday, he’d been getting home when you were already asleep and leaving before you’d wake up. Was he avoiding you? What if there was someone else? That particular thought sent a knife through your heart. You were being ridiculous, right? Izuku would never do that, you’d been his mate for years. Unless he was getting bored of you? It would explain why he hadn’t been around better than anything else you could think of. 

Izuku knew something was wrong as soon as he got home, the house smelled like it had been doused in vinegar, and you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Dinner was still layed out on the table and the alpha couldn’t help but wince at the sight. He’d make it up to you! He just had to find you first…. 

“Y/n? Are you home?” His heart sank when you weren’t in the bedroom, or the bathroom, and Izuku had to follow the stench of vinegar to actually find which room you were in. Did you have a cold? Or some other kind of illness that was making your scent like this? Izukus heart sank when he opened the door and had to cover his nose to stop himself gagging. Something was definitely wrong. You were just a blanket covered lump on the bed, and izuku dropped his bag to the floor before he made his way over. You were restlessly dozing, and when izuku pulled the covers off you just whimpered and tried to pull them back. 

“Y/n?” His warbling tone made your eyes crack open, although they were too bleary to properly focus on your mate. Dread grew in his stomach as Izuku took in your form, your face was flushed, tears pooled in your eyes and shivers wracked you ever so often. Placing a hand on your head confirmed his worst fear, and your alpha was running to grab water bottles and supplies faster than he ever had. God how could he be so stupid? Tears flooded his own eyes as he rushed back, tossing everything down before he was stripping down to his underwear and crawling into the bed with you. Your skin was clammy despite the heat, and Izuku couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled you close, all but shredding your clothes in an attempt to touch as much of you as he could. You didn’t protest as he manuvered your body, you were just so tired, why wouldn’t he let you go back to sleep? 

“Hey, h-honey? I’m so-sorry, you’re gonna be okay now, okay? I-I’m not leaving until you’re better!” Your mates voice rushed over your head as your eyes drooped closed, Izukus heart almost stopping as he realised your sickness was so much further along than he thought. 

The frantic smell of mint and honey brought you back, and you opened your eyes to Izuku rushing to rub your wrist over his scent gland. You couldn’t smell anything but Izuku, it was like he was trying to cover everything up with his scent. 

“Zuku…?”  You barely whispered, but your mate was immediately by your side, rubbing his cheek against your scent gland until it was so sensitive it almost hurt. 

“Are you okay?” Drowsiness was giving way to concern, why was he acting like this? It only grew when Izuku started bawling and clutching onto you like his life depended on it. 

“I’m so so sorry! You must’ve felt so awful a-and I didn’t even n-notice I’m- such an awful m-mate! Kacchan would n-never let this hap-happen to his mate!” Your alpha was almost wailing at this point, but it was all you could do to stroke his hair and croon. It worked, thank god, Izuku slowly calmed down, small hiccups still leaving him as he maintained his death grip around you. 

“It’s okay, Izuku, I’m okay.”

Tidsoptimist (Swedish) — (n) a person who is always late because they think have more time than they do; a time optimist

He always manages to make your blood boil.

Alberto: * puts pride flag up in the tower*

Luca: what does it mean?

Alberto: it’s the Italian flag 😌

Y/n: Let me love you.

Shane: It's rotten work.

Y/n, kissing his forehead: Not for me, it isn't.

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

After the Licensing Exam

after the licensing exam by eddiesspaghetti

a look into how the events that took place during/after the licensing exam effected Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya.

Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of growing together (bnha)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: todoroki shouto has bpd, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Trans Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Iida Tenya, Trans Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya Has PTSD, Autistic Iida Tenya, Autistic Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has ADHD, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31097981

Congrats on your 200🎉😘 may I request n.13 for Killer and Kid + F s/o from the spicy list?

Hi!! thank u so much!! Well I hope I got your request correct! So basically the OS includes some Kid x Killer too, so I hope you like it!. Thank u for requesting and taking part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 1 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Explicit. Threesome. Rimming. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cum eating. I know I'm sorry

CW: 1.7K

A/N: Dear reader: I have another request similar to this one, that includes more kinks. So, if you want more from this relationship, I’ll be uploading a new story about it in a few days ♥ ~ PART 2 ALREADY UP ♥

“Y/N, you have to decide now. Who do you wanna keep fucking? Killer or me?”, shouts Kid at you while you and his blond best friend are sitting on the kitchen table. You don’t really want to choose, you want both, you don’t give a simple fuck about monogamy. But surely Kid does. He is just too possessive over you, and even if his brother is who fucks you once in a while, he is not willing to share his “property”. Or at least that was what you think…

“Oh come one, Kid. We are grown-ups already. I told you monogamy is not for me”, you tell him, with a calm tone, so typical of you. Killer keeps eating his spaghetti and remains silent. He has already stated that he is ok with whatever decision Kid and you may take.

Kid punches the table, he is angry, really angry. “Stooop, Kid. You are going to spill my drink”, you tell him as you didn’t know that could only light up the flames even more. “I’m over with this”, he says and walks away. He slams the door of his room and turns on the music on a level so high the windows tremble.

“Ah… goddamn he is acting like a teenager, come on”, you say while you place your head over the table looking towards Killer, who is already slurping the last noodle. “Aren’t you going to say nothing?”, you ask him. “I’ve already told you; you have to understand he is just a jealous little boy. We have already fought about the same girl before”, Killer says while taking his plate to the kitchen sink. “You did?”, you ask curiously -shouting because of the punk music that your redhead boyfriend is blasting in his room - “Yeah, until both of us laughed at her because she spilled her soup over his clothes, so she sent us to hell and never came back”, he says. “Well, I guess you have always been like a combo, right?”, and suddenly after those words came up from your mouth a great idea came to your mind…

“Kid turn down the volume, for God’s sake. I want to sleep!!”, you shout and knock on the door several times. “I’m not stopping until you decide”, he shouts from inside. “Ahhjjj….” you huff and walk away to your room.

Flopping down on bed, you keep thinking about that “idea” you had while chatting with Killer… “What if… what if… Kid, Killer and me…. Nah forget it”, you try to convince yourself because you know Kid won’t simply accept it. Yet the idea seems enticing and turns you on like hell. But Kid is a stubborn one, so you put on two ear plugs and soon you fall asleep.

You wake up in the middle of the night to some shouting that not even your earplugs can conceal. “Damn Kid”, you say and stood up from bed, before he decides to fight with his friend. “What the fuck is happening? it’s 2AM!”, you shout even louder than your tulip head man.

You found Kid and Killer with no shirts nor pants on whatsoever. Both of them are blushed as hell, only wearing boxers, both have on their faces smudges with red and purple lipstick, and none of them seems to explain what the hell is going on. And then the penny dropped. You take your hands to your open mouth, and with excitement start giggling. “No way. You are not… OH MY GOD!!! I knew it!” you scream while jumping in place.

“Y/N is not… is not what you think”, says Kid trying to excuse himself and remain as the manly heterosexual man in front of you. Killer, who was sitting over the kitchen counter with his long blond hair dishevelled, shakes his head softly as he was trying to warn you not to tease Kid with this. But you just don’t care. Kid kept pushing you with choosing in between him and Killer and now is fucking with him? Oh baby, hell no…

“So…”, you say with a perverse smile and walk towards Kid. He looks at you unable to speak and you softly caress his cheek. Kid gasps, and you stand on tip toes to finally kiss his mouth, lustfully, erotically. At first, he is kind of hesitant, but your tongue makes him lose any control.

Killer is still sitting over the counter looking at the erotic spectacle you two are giving and you slowly pull from Kid’s boxers. You walk backwards until your ass is pressed against Killer groin, while Kid keeps kissing you. One of your hands reaches back for Killer’s bulge, while the other is occupied on Kid’s one.

Your blond lover buries his fingers on the skin of your butt, while Kidd keeps kissing you like crazy.

This situation is turning the three of you on fire, and you are more than pleased about this happening. But you can’t help thinking about what was going on between Kid and Killer before you interrupted them, so, there is just a way to find out…

You slowly separate your lips from Kid and turn your head to Killer, you kiss him passionately. This time is Kid’s turn to look. When you are satisfied from the blond guy’s lips you look at both of them and your hands travel to Kid’s nape. Gently, you pull from him towards Killer’s face. Killer knows exactly what you are doing, and he is more than pleased to confirm it to you. When the red head realizes what your intentions are, at first struggles against it, but you mouth to him “It’s ok, this is pure pleasure babe” ... Finally the guys’ lips press onto each other, and a lustful making out session begins for them. This is heaven, you are so turned on because of this, you are enjoying this.

While they keep making out, you kneel in between their manly big muscular bodies and reach for both bulges. You pull down his boxers and let his members free. Your right hand grabs Killer’s and your left hand Kid’s. You alternate between kissing the tip of his dicks and then sucking both at the same time as they both come even closer to each other while they keep kissing. So delightful…

“Let’s go to bed”, says Kid and all of you agree. His bed is more than huge -for some reason- so the three of you would fit perfectly. You walk through the kitchen to the bedroom in between them while they undress you. Once in the room, Kid pushes you to bed and you lie there, looking like a prey to be devoured by two beasts.

They crawl into bed, on each side of you, and begin to kiss your neck. Your hands coup their faces as they leave marks all over your body. Kid reaches for your sex and fingers you while Killer delightfully sucks your nipples. You moan, loudly and squirm with each action they both take on your body.

Killer moves and places himself in between your thighs. Kid stands up, kneeling on bed, and offers you his sex for you to choke on it, while his friend devours yours.

Black tinted tears from your smudged makeup run through your cheeks when you gag onto Kid’s dick, your broken moans are being suffocated by the intense pounding of his member on your throat, and Killer’s long fingers penetrates you, hitting that sweet spot that soon will make your legs be trembling.

But this is just the beginning, soon, Killer starts fucking you and Kid face sits you, while both of them make out once again. Your mouth keeps playing with Kid’s anatomy, back and forth, devouring everything he has, the base of his dick, his sack and even his rear entrance. “Is he willing to be penetrated too?”, you wonder, and the idea makes you even more horny.

Kid moans with his lips pressed against his blond friend, and while he does, he massages your breasts, occasionally playing with your nipples. Killer deep thrusts are leaving you on the verge of climax. And when you do, Kid also cums from the rimming of your playful tongue. His sweet sticky orgasm ends up all over your stomach.

The redhead stands up, and looks at the mess he made of you, and while he recovers, Killer also cums all over your stomach. An evil smile garnishes your face as you tell them “clean my body with your tongue”. They are hesitant at first, but babe, they are up for everything. They will probably be regretting this tomorrow, but tonight they just simply don’t care, and of course they do as you told. His tongues softly licking their cums over your belly, making yourself feel like a holy plate with the most gourmet preparations. Your fingers brush their hairs until you are completely clean. “Good job guys”, you tell them, and they are all ready for round two.

“My turn”, says Kid while grabbing you by your hips and making you turn around. You quickly place yourself on all fours waiting for that tulip head to plunge deep into you. He starts fucking you while Killer rests a little bit on bed. Your insatiable self looks at him and asks for kisses. He slowly crawls next to you and starts kissing you, and for doing so he has to be on all fours too. Nothing escapes your imagination, and you have already planned how Kidd would be fucking Killer too. “Kid, now you have him too. Fuck your friend, Kid”, you tell him while he keeps pounding you. Kid grunts and says “Bro, take the lub”. You widen your eyes. “LUBE? HA!”. They’ve been fucking the whole time? you laugh in between moans. “This is just surreal boy”, you tell them. But what happens next gets you even more impressed…

The lube wasn’t for Killer, but for Kid... And while he keeps fucking you hard, Killer preps his friend. “OH GOD!” you scream. “Shut up”, says Kid as fucks you even harder and gets one breast squeezed on his hand. Soon Killer fucks the hell out of Kid, while he does the same to you. Moaning, grunting, whining, your bodies release the accumulated pleasure into intense orgasms that fill each other's cavities… ~