Stuck With You → Corpse Husband

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feeling blue 🌧️ i'm in my chicken man feelings rn

everything i’m insecure about ~ corpse husband

word count: 946

request?: no

description: in which the things his fans say become too much for her and she starts to believe them

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angst (kinda?), insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

The Discord disconnect sound alerted everyone that someone had left the call, but it was the bright red letters reading “(Y/S/N) has left the game” that brought their laughing to a halt.

“Did (Y/N) leave?” Rae asked.

“Wifi might’ve dropped,” Jack responded.

“The wifi is working fine for me,” Corpse told them. “I don’t hear her moving in the other room.”

“Corpse, if you want to go check on her we’ll wait to start the lobby again,” Toast offered.

Corpse shook his head, forgetting that his friends couldn’t see them. “No, I’ll leave and come back in a bit. You guys can play without me.”

He left the Among Us game and placed his headphones aside. (Y/N) hadn’t come into his room yet, which was why Corpse thought she had merely disconnected by accident. If she had decided she was finished streaming, she would’ve told everyone and come over to join him in his room.

He walked to the guest bedroom where (Y/N) had her streaming set up. Instead of being sat at her computer like Corpse expected, (Y/N) was laid on her back on the guest bed, staring up at the ceiling. He could see something shiny on her cheeks, and realized they were also flushed - she was crying.

Noticing Corpse walk in, she quickly wiped her face and tried to smile. “Hey. Are you done streaming?”

“I wasn’t, but I may be now,” Corpse responded. “What happened, (Y/N)?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry, go back to your stream.”

Doing the exact opposite, Corpse crossed the room and laid next to (Y/N). He took her into his arms and rested her head on his chest. This was enough to finally break (Y/N) and she began to cry into Corpse’s chest.

Corpse smoothed her hair and allowed her to cry as she needed. He wasn’t going to push her to talk if she didn’t want to.

After some time, (Y/N)’s sobbing started to calm down and she spoke, “They hate me.”

“Who hates you?” Corpse asked.

“Your fans. They hate me. They’ve been spamming my social media and my chats with so much hate. I turned on subscribers only chat, but some of them even ended up subscribing to send me hate. I turned off my social media comments and replies and my inboxes, but they’re still getting to me somehow.”

“What do they say?”

(Y/N) hesitated. She already felt like she had said too much. She didn’t want to make Corpse upset with his fans. Obviously it wasn’t all of them giving her trouble, but it felt like the select few who were had made it their live mission to make her miserable.

“(Y/N),” Corpse prompted after a prolonged silence. “What are they saying?”

(Y/N) sighed and finally said, “They keep saying you should be with Rae instead of me. They post clips of you and Rae when you stream together and say you’re cuter together than we are, and that she’s better for you than I am.”

Corpse felt his anger rise at this. He didn’t mind the playful shipping his fans did - like Corpsekkuno - but when they took it too far like this he hated it. Especially now, seeing (Y/N) so upset over things that were just untrue.

“You know they’re wrong, right?” (Y/N) was silent. Corpse moved his head to try and see her face, but she moved to look away. “(Y/N).”

“They’re not completely wrong,” she said.

“Babe - ”

“She’s so much older than I am,” (Y/N) cut him off. “She’s so much more mature. And she’s pretty, and you two get along so well.”

“She’s like my sister,” he added. “(Y/N), they’re just trying to get in your head. I love you more than anything, and only you. You’re the one I want to be with, and in my eyes, you’re meant for me.”

Tears started to form in her eyes again, but this time they were from happiness. Corpse squeezed her slightly and kissed her forehead.

(Y/N) shrieked and giggled as Corpse stood and lifted her from the bed. He carried her to his room, where they both realized Corpse was still streaming. He placed (Y/N) down onto his bed and leaned into his mic. “Sorry for being gone so long guys, but I’m gonna dip. Hit me up for the next lobby.”

His friends chorused goodbyes and well wishes for (Y/N) before Corpse left the call.

“Sorry to anyone watching for the silence,” he said to his viewers. “I hope the Discord call without the visuals made for great out of context jokes. I’ll talk about my reason for going MIA later, but for now thanks for watching and I’ll see you guys next stream.”

He got in bed next to (Y/N), but this time he rested his head on her chest.

“You didn’t need to end the stream,” she told him. “I wouldn’t have minded watching for a while.”

“Nah, I would’ve went on a rant if I kept streaming. I want to cuddle with you for a while, then I want to show you that I love you and only you.”

(Y/N) smiled and wrapped her arms around Corpse. She ran her fingers through his curly hair, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his shampoo.

“I love you, too,” she whispered into his hair. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have anything to thank me for. Everything I say is the truth, and you know I’m always here to assure you, babe.”

She kissed the top of his head, silently thanking him again.

Heyyy!!! I loved loved loved loved loved the aphrodisiacs OS! Thank you! Can I request the same with Sabo and Zoro? (and maybe, if it's not too much trouble, with Mihawk and Shanks?)

Hi!! Thank you so much for your support! I'm really happy to know you loved it!! I hope you like this ones as much as the Ace and Law one!. Another Anon requested for Mihawk and Sabo too so here they are ♥ .

~ Thank you for reading!! ~

NSFW Zoro, Sabo, Shanks & Mihawk accidentally eating aphrodisiac food ♥

I gave them a little twist, some are drinks, some food, special liquids and perfumes. You can read the same prompt for Law & Ace here

Zoro ~ What type of Sake is that?

TW: NSFW. Kind of exhibitionism.

WC: 987

Zoro spends almost everyday training, not only his muscles but also his liver. Alcohol is what coke is to Franky, and despite drinking a lot he usually doesn’t get drunk or has barely any reaction. But that night things went a little different, let me tell you why…

You were sailing to your next destination, bored. You were having some drinks with the girls. The guys are playing some cards on the deck, except for Zoro who, as always, is training.

Chopper is on the crow’s nest carrying out the lookout duties, when he announces he has found something floating on the water. Apparently, it was some kind of barrel that had a red flag over it. You have experienced those types of traps before. But, Luffy, as curious as he is, stretches his gum arms and catches the barrel.

Everybody is around the wooden drum, and none of you was willing to open it, especially because on the lid, written in red, says “Those who open this barrel, would enjoy the pleasures of lust… but at what cost?”.

Of course, Luffy doesn’t know what lust is, so he opens the lid and inside there are a bunch of bottles of sake. “Ahhhh I thought there was going to be meat inside. Zooooorooo, look, sakeee”, shouts Luffy.

Zoro, who wasn’t interested in the barrel until now, leaves aside the weights and comes running. “Ohoho, finally, some barrel that has sake inside for real!”, he says pleased, while taking out an old red bottle. “Zoro, don’t drink that, what if it’s poisonous or something like this”, you warn him. “Don’t worry we have our super doctor on board”, he says and begins to chug the whole bottle.

You look at him devouring the strange liquid thinking about how you've always been in love with him, and even if you have had some -hot - encounters before, you haven’t confessed your love for him… mainly because you are sure he doesn’t love you back and it was just sex.

The afternoon goes by, and Zoro doesn’t seem to show any symptoms of being intoxicated or poisoned, so everyone forgot about it.

After dinner, everyone went to sleep. Franky was rebuilding the rooms so we are all sleeping in the same place, over the kitchen, on bare mattresses on the floor for a few days until the renovation was done. “Goodnight”, “good night”, “sleep well”... everybody says before closing their eyes.

“Oi… y/n”, you heard in your dreams Zoro’s voice, but keep sleeping. “Oi…”, again his voice. You softly open your eyes, and feel a huge body close to my back, next, the ambrosial scent of steel that Zoro’s skin has. “What is it?”, you ask whispering, moving your neck to the side so you could at least gaze at your back. “I’m horny…”, he whispers into your ear and kisses the back of your shoulder. An electricity runs through your whole body, and ends up on your core. “Zoro…not here, what if they wake up?”, you tell him. “Then don’t make any sound, I can’t take it anymore… it must be that bottle from earlier. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to fuck you, please”, he says to you, shamelessly as he grinds himself against your ass.

The swordsman keeps moving against you with a pounding motion, whispering to you “please, please, please” with a desperate tone, he needs you, and you are about to cave in, no matter if your nakamas were there next to you.

He grunts, and bites the shell of your ear. Zoro passes his big hand through your waist and presses your lower stomach against him. The hard bulge you adore the most, now is almost pinned in between your ass cheeks.

“Zoro… you are burning. What’s wrong with your skin?” you ask, because you feel his tanned flesh almost as if he was running a high fever. “I don’t know, please let me fuck you… you are the only person I have on my mind, please”, he tells you, unable to remain still, sweating, a horny mess.

Again, he presses your lower stomach against him with his strong big hand, and starts biting your neck. You can’t help but moan a little. “Shhh” he says trying to shush you, and instantly cups his free hand over your mouth.

He almost rips your pajamas short when trying to take them off, but he tries once again. This time, Zoro pulls down your shorts and panties, down to your knees. The tight cloth around your knees, keeps them together.

Zoro makes you suck his index and middle finger, and then penetrates you with them. “You.. you are so wet, f-fuck”, he grounts into your ear while fingering your thight entrance. You wish you were alone, because you died to moan loudly, but you can’t, around you all of your nakamas are sleeping…

Once Zoro is pleased with fingering you, he pulls down his shorts just enough to expose his big member, and impales you from behind. Having your knees pressed together makes your sex be even more tight and your inner walls stretch with the hard thrusts of the pirate hunter’s dick. Again soft moans and whines cannot be stopped and leave your mouth. “Shshsh, baby, or do you want our nakamas to see us?” he says with a perverse tone, while covering your mouth with his hand, and fucking you even harder.

Your muscles tightened, the pleasure you were experiencing, the strong effort not to whine, Zoro’s dick making your point g explode… soon the climax. Your climax, his… your cave flooded with his love thick juices…

At this point you think it was over, probably the mysterious liquid, was, indeed, an aphrodisiac. But… it’s not near to being over. “Let’s go, I'm not done yet, I’m still burning”, he says, and effectively that night you enjoyed the pleasures of lust… ♥

Sabo ~ Those weird Ivankov's teas.

This time, the one who drink the aphrodisiac is you.

WC: 660

Last week you were talking with Ivankov and Inazuma about how Sabo wasn’t giving you that “special” attention. They told you it was normal, because he was really worried about planning the “intervention'' on Mariejois during the Levely…

Cherry blossoms fly around you, the afternoon is a warm one, and everything seems calm. You are having a tea party with Ivankov and the girls in the Kamabakka Kingdom. “Y/n-girl, would you like to try this tea?”, Ivankov offers you. “Uhm, yes, thank you!”. You happily drink the tea, and despite it’s a little bit spicy, it’s delicious. Everything goes normal until Sabo appears with Dragon, after they’ve been training.

Sabo and you have been in a relationship since last year, and even though you think he is the most handsome man in the world, today he has a special glow around him. He comes closer to greet you, and brushes his fingers through your hair. You are sitting, so your face reaches exactly his hips, and unwillingly you tilt your head until your cheek is pressed against his hip. He seems not to notice, but your eyes try to reach for the inside of his legs. “Y/N…?”... “Y/N!”, you hear Ivankov calling you. “Oh, yeah what?”, you were so lost, so into kissing those thighs... “What do you think about the plan?”, they asks you.

You look up to Sabo, who is looking down at you with widened eyes without understanding why you are hugging his leg, and you frankly either. You let go and sit properly on your chair assenting everything they say to you, even though you aren’t listening to a single word. Your cheeks are turned red, filled with pumping blood. Your heart races. Your breathing becomes even faster. “What’s wrong with me, today?”...

Sabo stands up to communicate the instructions of their next movements, and you lose yourself on the loose sweated shirt he is using. Every time he breathes, his abs stick subtly to the grey fabric material of the t-shirt…

Finally, the reunion is over, Dragon walks with Ivankov to the quarter and Sabo asks you if you are all right taking his shirt off. “Oof I’m so hot, today we trained much more than ever”, he says to you, fanning himself with his hand, while you are looking at his perfectly defined abs. You bite your lower lip, and a flame begins to burn on your core.

“Babe, what is with you today?” Sabo asks, tilting his head confused. “I don’t know, but I can smell you from here”, you say. “Wha… what? Do I smell bad? I’m sorry”, says Sabo embarrassed and surprised, you have never been that direct. “No… not really. You smell really good, being that sweaty...”. you tell him and quickly cover your mouth with your hand. “The hell is wrong with me?”, you think. “Uhm.. are you sure you are ok?”, he asks you, approaching you.

You worship the movement of his pelvis while he walks to you, your senses seem to be intensified. You can even hear his breathing. The touch of his hand on your shoulder makes you shiver, as his skin rubs your overly sensitive flesh. You snatch his hand, and pull from it in a brutish motion, making his face come closer to your face, noses touching. You smile at him, with an evil grin. He gasps, astonished at your sudden outburst.

Licking your upper lip, unable to maintain your composure, almost with an animal behavior, you tell him, “Sabo, please I want you to fuck me, I don’t even care if you do it right here over this table”. Sabo looks at you, at first unable to understand but soon after grinning at you.

He takes a sip of the remaining tea from your cup, and carries you to your room… “Damn Iva, and those weird teas…”, he says and fucks you like the true beast he is in bed.

Shanks ~ A Love Potion.

Shanks drinks an unknown potion. Mind reading.

WC: 970

“Such a lovely night, don’t you think?”, asks Shanks while holding your hand. The harbor looks more romantic than ever, and even if it’s a little cold, you are covered with your boyfriend black trench coat that protects you from the cold sea breeze. “Uhum, look at the moon. It looks like it's closer than ever tonight!”, you tell him.

You are on your way to buy some ice cream after having dinner, some children run around you, other couples walk holding hands. Suddenly a strange guy, who apparently was a peddler, appears out of nowhere and tells Shanks to come see what he has to offer. “Let's see!”, says Shanks laughing and curious. You, on the other hand, tell him to just ignore him and keep on walking, but he tells you it could be fun so you follow him.

Over the wooden dock the seller had a variety of little jars and vials, all of them with suspicious liquids inside of them. “Come take a look, Sir!. I have something special for you and your gorgeous spouse”. You blushed when you hear the word “spouse” and a million butterflies dance on your stomach.

The old guy hands Shanks a red jar with some indecipherable language on it. He tells him that this is a powerful “love potion” that they have found on an island near “Laugh Tale”.

I giggled, because of course the man was lying in order to sell us some painted water, but Shanks tells him, “Oh… a potion? from the proximities of Laugh Tale? I have to buy it!”. Your adventurous husband pays him some berries for the jar and you think it was just because he was being nice and giving a helping hand to the poor seller, but…

“Cheers!” says Shanks and drinks the content of the whole jar. You look at him with your mouth open. “What the fuck???! I’m not taking you to the hospital if you get the runs tonight, ok?”. “HAHAHA!, may be the one who has to go to hospital after all it’s you!”, he says and laughs soundly. “That’s not even remotely funny, Shanks”, you tell him, rolling your eyes. “Ahh I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he says, lifting his hand, and approaches you, planting a soft kiss that turns into his tongue exploring your mouth. His kisses left a sweet taste in your mouth, and you wonder what it is, because it’s a mix between chocolate and the acidity of some kind of citric… What's that flavour? we haven’t eaten dessert yet…

You keep walking to the ice cream shop and enter. Shanks asks you about what flavour you want your cone to be, and you say “chocolate, please”, but your mind shouts “yours”. “I was going to ask for your taste, too, but I don’t think they sell it here”, he says to your ear, as if he has read your mind. You look at him, wondering if you have spoken out loud or he is now able to read your mind.

“What is it?”, he asks you, smiling. “Nothing”, you tell him confused.

The ice cream man gives you your cones, and you two go sit at a little table on the window that allows you to contemplate the shore. You lick your chocolate ice cream while Shanks is looking at you with a stupid smile on his face. You lick it twice, and again, until you hear his voice telling you “I wish that ice cream was my dick”. You hear him, but he is not moving his lips, he is just smiling at you. “Ahj, it’s just my imagination, I mean I wish it was his dick too, hehe daddy”, you think to yourself and let a little laugh slip out of your mouth.

“Daddy? ha!”, says Shanks. “Excuse me?”, you ask him, this time really worried about your mental health. He looks at you, acting surprised, and tells you, “I asked you if it was tasty?. “Oh, uhm, yeah…”, you tell him, smiling falsely. “Focus on the beach”, you tell to yourself. “Yeah, there, on the beach, I’m gonna bang you over the sand tonight”, you hear once again his voice in your head. You look at him with your mouth full of chocolate and your eyes widened, and he tells you “Ah what a beautiful look of the beach, right?”. You swallow and nod.

“That way I want you to swallow my cum, tonight”, you hear him once again. “Shanks!!”, you shout at him, and everyone in the ice cream shop turns to you. “Shh, what happened?” he tells you, this time with an evil grin on his face.

“You know exactly what is happening, shut up”, you tell him. “Shut me up, face sitting on me”, that voice again in your mind. He is not moving his lips, but you still hear him, so you narrow your eyes, and fix your eyes on his. “Ah, so you want me to crush you with my thighs, huh?”, you tell him, no talking. He smiles at you, he hears you, even if no sound is coming out from your mouth. You give another lick to your cone, this time with a sexy movement, as if the soft cream was his penis. “Oof babe… take a look under the table”, he says, again without talking. It’s pretty clear at this point you two somehow can read each other's mind, could it be… could it be the “love potion”?.

You gaze subtly under the table, and see how his trousers show a hard swelling in between his legs. “heh, I wish I could suck it right now”, you tell him with your mind. “Well then, let’s go… with daddy”, he says, this time out loud, and you both laugh soon abandoning the shop… ♥

Mihawk ~ A Sharp Scent.

TW: Knife play.

WC: 1008

You’ve been spending the afternoon with Perona in her room in the castle. You were never jealous of her, because she loves Dracule like a father. The cold castle is not the best place to live, but you do it because it’s the best way to be safe while being the significant other of a Shichibukai, but mainly because you love him.

Perona tells you to wear a new “special” perfume she grabbed from when she went to visit Moria, and despite you tend to be careful with those weird things she has, it smells amazing, so you try some.

You two go to the dining room after Kumacy tells you “Dinner’s ready”. Mihawk is already there, so you go and hug him from behind, surprising him. You know he is a little bit on the cold side, so he might get mad at you for scaring him. But this time, even if he got a little scared, he stops for a second and smells your perfume. “What a pleasant smell”, he tells you. “Horohorohoro”, Perona laughs and winks at you. You smile back at her, happy.

After dinner, Perona leaves the dining room and goes to sleep. You two are left alone, and you ask Mihawk what has he been doing all afternoon without you. “Nothing, just reading. I saw the new bounties of the Mugiwaras, Roronoa has one of the highest. That boy is going to surpass me in a matter of years”, he says, proud of his pupil like a parent.

You smile at him and yawn, for some reason being next to Perona always drains your energy faster. You place your head over the table and look at your boyfriend with a sloppy smile. He coldly bushes your head with his hand, while the other one holds a red wine crystal cup.

“I have to insist, that perfume you have, it’s just ambrosial”, he tells you, closing his eyes and sipping some wine. “It is, Perona gave it to me. She told me Moria has it around and so she grabbed it because it smelt nice”. Mihawk fixes his deep yellow eyes on your face, and leaves the cup over the table. He approaches you, and this time nuzzles on your hair. “Mmmh, to be honest I’m afraid about if this is a normal perfume or not, specially coming from Moria or Perona, but damn, how delicious”, he tells you almost with a moaning tone. You think it is weird coming from him to be so expressive, but you enjoy it.

“Perhaps, tonight I won't go to sleep so early”, he tells you while playing with a strand of your hair. You have sex sometimes, and even if he is truly passionate on bed, he is not the type of guy that says steamy stuff to tease you. Yet, tonight he seems to be losing a little bit of control, and you wonder why…

He leans back, over the big backrest of that old gothic wooden chair he sits on like some kind of throne. He pats his lap and tells you, “why don’t you choose a book and then sit over here so we could read it together?”. At first you are a little surprised, because he never reads you unless you are sick, but you run to the library and pick up the first book off the shelf, without even reading the title and hand it to him.

He grabs the book, and examines the cover page in silence. He tells you then, “What a curious choice… Les 120 journées de Sodome, ou l'École du libertinage”. You widen your eyes, and gasp. “Did I pick a book by the Marquis de Sade??”, you are somehow mortified but still curious about what he is going to do.

“Well, come here, let’s read it”, he orders you -you are used to being treated like this, you enjoy it-. You hop on his lap and he starts reading. He does it with the solemnity that defines him, until the story becomes a little bit spicy - a little… I mean we are talking almost about the manifesto of BDSM- . The swordsman makes a pause to drink wine, leaves the cup on the table and kisses your neck softly. “Mmh that scent”, he says with his lips still pressed over your neck skin.

“I think the book has given me an idea”, he tells you, whispering in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine and you gasp softly. You start to feel his hard member under your thighs, and your crotch begins to feel wet. “Look straight to the front for me”, he commands. And you do as he tells.

The sound of the little dagger that hangs from his neck being unsheathed, makes you a little scared, but you trust him. “Close your eyes, and don’t move”, he tells you. And even if your breathing becomes accelerated you remain still. The sharp edge of the dagger is now dancing barely palpable over your neck skin. The cold, and the danger sensation of being cut makes your body react. Mihawk has never played with you like this, but you love it.

The sharp edge goes up and down tracing a path that simulates your right carotid, making you more and more aroused. The swordsman now tells you to bend over the table. You do it, pressing your stomach against the wooden table, with your legs almost hanging because it’s really tall.

Mihawk uses the dagger to cut every piece of clothing covering your body. You feel the ragged fabric slide slowly to the floor, and for a minute he is there, admiring your anatomy completely exposed to him. He then bends over you and sticks the knife with a powerful motion on the wood centimeters from your face.

What’s next, got you whining and crying his name. Deep violent thrusts and intense orgasms, define the rest of the night for you two… and you just think about buying to Perona the whole bottle of perfume ♥

Requesting 29,38 and 79 for Shigure. Like maybe summoner wakes up from a nightmare and Shigure is there to comfort them? He’s such a sweet boy uwu

He is such a sweet boy;; I need the soft content so this is just as much for me as it is for you, darling;; I hope you enjoy! ♡

“By tomorrow I’ll be left in the darkness amongst your cold sheets, and your shoes will be gone, and your body warmth no longer beside me.” - Tomorrow

Shigure’s asleep, mostly. He’s dreaming some sort of dream, but he can’t really remember exactly what it is. At the very least, it’s given him a happy feeling, so perhaps its okay that he can’t fully remember.

From mostly asleep, he shifts to fully awake at the sound of his name. He opens his eyes and its still dark, the middle of the night. For a moment, he thinks he imagined someone calling his name, but it comes again, very softly.

“Shigure…?”

“Yes, my love?” his response is returned just as softly, accompanied by the rustle of sheets as he turns to face you.

There’s a loud sniffle that’s never a good sign, but the sound is muffled as you too turn, this time away from him. The nasally sound that comes with crying invades your voice as you make a request, “D-Don’t look at me.”

“It’s too dark, I can’t see anything,” he reassures, but there’s a soft tinge of worry in his words. It’s the middle of the night, why are you crying? Has something happened while he was asleep? As he waits for a response, he can’t help but worry a little more.

“I… I had a bad dream.” This too comes with a loud sniff and Shigure swears he can hear the tears you’re crying. 

Hesitant, he voices a question, one that had been rattling around in his head moments before. “Would you like to talk about it?”

The bed moves as you shake your head from side to side. No, you wouldn’t like to talk about it but… “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

Shigure’s mouth opens into an O shape as he realizes what you mean. It was one of those dreams, the type that plague everyone in the army. The sort of dream in which the people you love die and there’s nothing you can do to help. 

Before he can reply, you continue to speak. “I’ll… I’ll be fine. I just needed to… to hear your voice.”

Something in Shigure’s heart melts at that and he can’t help himself from shuffling a bit closer to embrace you from behind. “It’s alright,” he says, “I’m here.”

There’s another sniffle from you and he swears he can hear the tears falling from your eyes, so he opens his mouth and begins to sing, soft and quiet to soothe your fears. The soft, anchoring pressure of his arms along with the soothing lull of his voice stop your tears after a minute, helping you fall asleep after a few more.

Even once he knows you’re sleeping, Shigure sings a few more lines, just to make sure. Placing a soft kiss to the back of your head, he lets himself drift off as well. This time, he hopes, your dream will be much better.

Oh wait I just had a thot

Imagine fucking Deku so good that you can see OFA softly lighting up and flickering under his skin

I don’t know why that’s so hot to me but it’s been on my mind fr a while👀

I just think it’s hot that the coochie is so good that the guys loose control of their quirk a bit🤤

and it’s so hot cause you can see how much he’s struggling with not letting OFA or anything else go 🥺 so you be a meanie and clench down on him 🥺 and tug at his curls 🥺 and moan that he’s the best hero ever for stuffing you like this 🥺

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?”

𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 / 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣

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🦊Oh I feel ya on the angst!!!!! Like I read a couple short ones recently. And in fairness the authors tagged them properly. And at the end I was just like

'idk what I expected'

Like I can do bittersweet sure. And not gonna lie your sweet domestic Dilf Bakugou fluff? After I read that a song came across my playlist and 100% by accident thought up like something very angsty. And now I'm just mad at my brain!

Cause like you gave us beautiful, pure wholesome fluff!!! And my brain was like 'yes but.....make it tragic.'

But still overall love you positive fluff/smut vibes. And not gonna just now my brain be thinking about hockey player Kiri and Bakus little girls either also doing hockey or like fucking roller derby and being like the scariest badass bitches who will check you across the ice/ring.

Like their little girls are gonna be so terrifying! And when they're old enough to date guys will say they're intimidating or just too much (heard this all my life. No I'm not intimidating, you just need a fucking backbone) and at first the dad's will worry.

Until they are chaperoning some dance or something and Bakugou daughter straight up punches a guy who grabbed her ass or something. And while the principal is trying to reprimanded her Bakugou will just be like

"that's my girl!" *Sniffle* he's never felt closer to her.

I’m seeing this late too omg

but I love how everyone hcs that Baku will have girls that stay whooping other boys ass because how else would his kids be

stardew valley update: I’m currently seducing Elliot because I feel like if I get everyone to ten hearts I’ll feel some sense of accomplishment, and it just feels like. Buddy. I know you’re gay. You know I have five girlfriends already. Maybe we can just be buddies and I can keep bringing you duck feathers since you like those. Maybe you should ask Shane or Harvey out.