Kinda Weird Bro!!!

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?”

stuck with you → Corpse Husband

summary → keeping corpse company while he streams while also helping him with his streaming anxiety

note: this is my first writing where tried to change the POV

TW: one language word

I sighed as I plopped down on the couch in Corpse's office. I gave him a reassuring smile when he looked at me with concerned eyes right before he started streaming. "you'll do great." I said with confidence in my tone. Truth be told, I knew he was losing his shit right now.

Once he started streaming, I could immediately see the anxiety set in him. I leaned half off the couch to put my hand on his leg. He jolted at my touch. He gave me his hand, and we intertwined our fingers. We sat like this for a bit while he talked to chat before the game started. Once he started playing the game, he requested that his hand back.

While he streamed, I laid down on his couch and scrolled through Twitter for a bit. Now and then, I would check on Corpse to see how the game was doing, eventually drifting off to sleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later to someone poking my shoulder. I looked over and saw Corpse staring at me. I looked up at him, confused, then he replied, "I was just checking."

"I'm ending stream soon." He added before turning back to his stream. I let out a slight huff before going back to sleep.

I woke up a bit later being carried upstairs to bed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Corpse said. I nuzzled my head into his neck in response. He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "I guess I got stuck with you, huh?" He said quietly. I let out a slight laugh before he put me down again.

What your favorite bachlor(ette) says about you, simplified-

Abigail: you just want to go feral

Emily: you're crazy (in a good way)

Haley: you're a masochist

Leah: you like art

Maru: you like space

Penny: you're sweet

Alex: you're either into himbos or ARE a himbo

Elliott: you're a theatre kid

Harvey: you're a nerd

Sam: you like anime

Sebastian: you're emo

Shane: you're depressed. get some help

bonus-

Krobus: you're a monsterfucker, aren't you? either that or an enthusiastic asexual

valentine’s day event- day 2 

doctor’s orders

//lol remember when i said i was going to write cute valentine’s day scenarios? yeah, i’m in a mood and i’m just gonna write shameless smut for the next 11 days.

mostly for @luccislegs​ and @dumbass-no-mi​ 

warning- shameless nsfw, also- sub!law

Law was tired.

Working at the hospital day and night with barely enough time to coax himself into a sleep that lasted for more than four hours left Law restless and exhausted, weaving through the indiscriminable days at a frighteningly fast pace, practically unaware of his surroundings.

He knew his job was important; working in the ER was nothing shy of gruesome at times, but he needed to do it. Perhaps his workaholic tendencies were fuelled by a twisted form of savior’s complex, but he recognized the importance of the matter and his desire to save as many people as he could.

It could be draining, though.

If Law was lucky, he would be home before 2, silently drifting into bed, slinking his arms around you from behind and softly kissing the back of your head, relishing in the temporary comfort that you granted him.

He knew it was hard on you too, especially the nights when he didn’t come home at all, opting to camp out in the 8th floor waiting room that was closed after hours, trying to get a couple of hours of sleep in before resuming his work.

You didn’t mind too much, though. Granted it was lonely spending the days without him, communicating mainly through abrupt texts quickly sent between operations, and sometimes you wished that he were there, holding you as the both of you drifted off to sleep, but you found solace in the little notes and gifts he would leave for you to find when you woke up in the morning. Sometimes, you would even visit him during his lunch break, picking up all kinds of delicious things from the bakery across the street from your apartment.

It reminded him of home, he would tell you as he kissed your forehead before going back to work.

The only thing that was starting to bother you about his prolonged absence was that you were starting to feel rather pent up with, well- sexual frustration. You and Law barely had sex anymore except for on rare occasions when he came home in desperate need of attention, and though you daren’t tell him, there were times in which you yearned  for his touch.

In fact, the longer you went without seeing him, the more your frustration worsened. Throughout the day you were plagued with erotic, if not carnal fantasies, flowing through your mind at rapid intervals, going as far as distracting you from your work. Hands and toys could only do so much, you thought to yourself- the fact of the matter was- you needed him.

And it was precisely of that that you were thinking when the front door swung open at an unexpectedly early 8:47 PM.

“Law?”

A tired sigh answered your question as your boyfriend trudged into the hallway still dressed in his doctor’s uniform, dark circles lining his eyes.

“What are you doing home so early?” you continued, helping him out of his coat and setting his briefcase on the table.

“They gave me a couple of days off,” Law murmured, as he pulled off his shoes. “I’ve got a cold so they wanted me to rest up for a bit.” 

“You aren’t working for the next couple of days?” you asked in disbelief, as your heart soared at the prospect of getting to finally spend time with him.

Law simply nodded in affirmation as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you affectionately.

Suddenly overcome with a feeling of mischief, you pulled away and cupped his cheeks with your hands.

“How about you let me take care of you tonight, doctor,” you said, a hint of playfulness coating your voice. 

Law raised an intrigued eyebrow as you slinked your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, prompting him to let his head fall back with a contented hum.

“God, I missed this,” he muttered under his breath, as you continued to suck and kiss at his neck, “I missed you.”

Pulling his lips against yours, you led him to the bedroom, feeling a mixture of urgency and lust as you stripped him of his shirt, running your hands across his bare toned chest. Leaning into you, Law kissed you with an undeniable need that you had rarely felt emanating from him.

“Do you trust me?” you whispered as you undid his belt with care and slipped off his pants.

“Depends,” he answered, eyes glazed over with lust, “what did you have in mind?”

Kissing him once more, you brought his hands behind him and fastened them tightly with the belt.

“Intensive care,” you responded simply, nipping affectionately at his earlobe as Law hummed in approval.

“Really?” His voice was soft and sensual, arousing you to your core. “How bad is it?”

“You tell me, doctor.”

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— “FIX UP, TAKE CARE.” + IZUKU MIDORIYA.

author’s note(s): hey besties, ive had this on the brain for a little bit and since we awn midoriya brain rot i thought why not? please enjoy ily

warning(s): smut, MDNI 18+, car sex, tummy bulges, breeding!kink, slight pregnancy!kink, milf fucking and mechanic!izuku, fem!reader.

mechanic!izuku fixes up your car real nice when you break down on the freeway— it’s the least he could do for a pretty thing such as yourself. he asks you a few things, a lot of things, as he works on whats under the hood— tinkering away while you scrape together the last of your cash to pay him.

you’re a teacher, you’ve got kids, newly divorced and were on the way home from grocery shopping so late at night— oh you poor pretty thing.

“‘m sorry,” you say defeated, tears written across galaxy eyes as you hold such a little amount of cash out to him and fuck if your pouty little face doesn’t make deku’s heart ache and his cock twitch between baggy, greasy denim. “this is all i have on me at the moment, i wish there was a better way to repay you.” emerald eyes can’t help but fall to the way you bite your lower lip, twitching with nervousness and rubbing your thighs together to seek warmth in the cold night air.

when deku looks up, only a few crystalline tears have landed on your baby fat cheeks and only then does he realise he’s fucked. that he’s realised how much he wants to make you cry. “don’t worry about it babydoll, i can think of a few ways we can cover it, whaddya say?” he hums, closing in on you like a fox on a lamb, his large hand brushing over your cheek with oil slicked hands, sweetly. and then you give him that gorgeous fucking smile and that’s how he knows he’s got to ruin you for everyone else.

so now you’re pressed up against back seat of your own car, dress flipped up over fleshy thighs thats spread as wide as they can go while izuku pounds into your cunt like nobody’s business. you’re so fucking tight, squeezing the dear life out of his sticky cock, so much so that it makes a lewd, dirty squelching sound every time his hips pull back from between your legs. “gee baby, the way you’re suckin me in, how long’s it been since you got fucked open like this?” midoriya coos, the hand he uses to steady himself on your (now steamy) car window coming down to brush the tears from your lashes, “has nobody been takin’ care of you baby? you’re such a good mommy, must be lookin’ our for so many people...someone outta look after you too right?”

your eyes gloss over at the pattern of his thrusts, in and out, in and out— prodding at your g-spot and cockhead dragging along your silky gummy walls. and then you’re gasping out for air when he pushes your legs up over your shoulders in the cramped space of your car, dick hitting deeper and jus brushing your cervix— so good, just like that.

“y-yes,” babbling lazily, you look to izuku with needy crossed eyes and a tongue that flops out against your puffy strawberry lips. “need s’mone to take care of me— wanna be looked af’ta,”

fuck, aren’t you the cutest little thing ever. his brain is fuzzy, not a thought in his head except for breeding you like you deserve, brain becoming murky as you moan and whimper and cry out for the mechanic like a prayer. izuku’s weighty cock aches inside of you, pressing up against all your sensitive spots while he eases it further into you— if you weren’t so tight he wouldn’t have to pull out so much , but your pretty little cunt is just crying to be stretched open, juices making a sloppy mess of his balls heavy with cum.

your back arches prettily for him, hips lifting off the seats and leaving a dark patch from where your syrupy pussy has stained the leather. the sight makes izuku’s breath hitch, fingers dropping between your bodies to draw smooth circles over your clit— getting you to leak more for him. “you want me to take care of you babydoll?” deku pants, eyes rolling from the feeling of your gooey slit beneath the pass of his fingers. you clamp down as he explores you, sensitive from the new touch and if his self control weren’t any better, he would have emptied inside you right then and there. “how ‘bout i breed this sweet hole of yours, make you a mommy— oh fuck, get you all pregnant ‘n look after you... fix your car, buy your groceries, you’d never have to worry about an’otha thing ever again baby,”

his words are broken up by harsh thrusts into your fluttering heat— he’s so close, you are too, dumbly drinking up everything he says. you plead for the life izuku conjured up in the middle of his sex haze and dig your nails deep into his freckled shoulders. who was he to ruin that dream for you? you were so touch starved and needy, you’d have to call him a villain for not pumping you full of his seed.

“i want it,” you simper, eyes screwing shut as tears sting down your cheeks and ruin your simple makeup. you’re so gorgeous when you’re ruined, a sweet little mommy begging for the basics. “give it to me,”

“yeah, don’chu worry little thing, ‘m gonna give it to you, all of it,” izuku thumbs over your stretch marks, the faded scars on your lower tummy while his cock bulges inside of you— evidence of your labour to bring children into the world. it’s the thought of you being swollen with his own kids that tips him over, warmth spilling into your welcoming walls as his cock pulses with release. you follow with a shout, creaming so much that you force his dick out of your wetness— twitching and drooling so bad you don’t even realise.

a mop of green hair falls lip at your neck, deku pushing his length through your slick folds, head prodding at your clit to draw out your high as you black at out— sticky sounds mingling with your pants and heaves. “that’s it sweet girl, look so good cummin’ on this cock, did so good for me,” he praises you, pressing kisses to your tear stained cheeks and neck.

you whisper little thank you’s as deku pulls out and cleans you up nice enough to send you back to your kids, his heart aches at your pained whimper when your bodies part but it gives him time to admire your raw, leaky cunt as he does. you thank him again when he tells you how to keep your car running properly. you’re so precious, hiding your face from him when you’re standing outside the vehicle again, as if you weren’t begging to be bred inside of it while it shook from the sex.

“come down to my shop, whenever you need this thing fixed, kay?” deku hums, using a forefinger to tilt your head up to his. “or whenever you need someone to take care of you, i’d love to take you on a date sometime.”

your body flushes with heat and you nod eagerly, scribbling your number down fast and telling the mechanic to call you after eight pm, the kids will be asleep by then. izuku parts from you with a sloppy slot of his mouth against yours, he promises to call— he wouldn’t mind fixing up ‘n taking care of a sweet thing like you.

Selfie

— a comm for @introloves

This was so fun to draw!! Thank you for commissioning me

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.

Seasalt Rub

Shane x farmer. Soft and silly. 213 words. Read on AO3.

The Stardrop Saloon was bustling with its usual Friday night buzz, and the patrons were enjoying their own. The farmer was sat next to Shane, enjoying each other’s company—albeit in a quieter way. They chat and share soft laughs as they sip their drinks. A roar of laughter bursts out from the game room behind them—Sam, Sebastian, and Abigale having their own fun together.

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tw non-con, misogyny

thinking about college incel shigaraki, some skinny nerd in your comp-sci class that despite never talking to you and claiming to hate all women, watches you enter and leave class. one day you walk past him and just smelling the perfume you have on has made him rock fucking hard. he says he hates women, they’re all sluts and whores who just need to be told what to do, yet he still jerks off alone in his dorm, getting off on this image that he created of you in his head. he’s never talked to you, yet he’s so sure of how you’ll react and respond to everything he does or says.

he knows what bands you like based on the t-shirts that you wear, you’re not a “poser,” and he knows what shoes and food you like, too. shigaraki is so convinced that you’re the one for him, that you can imagine his shock when you politely dodge his advances alone in the computer lab. he’s hit with the cruel realization that you are like other girls, and he’s stupid for thinking you were anything but a submissive bitch. you did nothing wrong- you were never mean to him, you never even sent him a dirty look or glare. but maybe you should’ve, because now you’re bent over one of the desks, tears in your eyes while you apologize and beg for him to stop. it’s adorable, the noises you make, when he sinks his cock into your body. he was right all along, you are perfect for him, you just needed a little convincing.

- disclaimer i do not actually support any of the shit i write about, especially in this thirst

- like + reblog is appreciated

The one’s who can fly, should fly. There’s no need to be confined to the ground.