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a hundred different kisses

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜

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꒰ 8:45 P.M. ꒱❛ miya atsumu x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“you don’t get to just do that!” you scold the taller man, feeling your cheeks flush hotter than they already were.

atsumu stands tall in front of you, crossed arms over his chest as he looks over at you boredly - boredly! he has the audacity to act nonchalant in the middle of getting an earful from you!

“do what?” he asks, jutting his chin out in feign innocence.

“do what-" you scoff, repeating him. “you third wheeled my date!”

“wasn’t your date the dinner?” atsumu asks skeptically, putting a hand to his chin in thought. “i didn’t third wheel nothin’.”

you groan in frustration at the blond. miya atsumu may be your roommate and best friend, sure, but you wanted to strangle him ninety-nine percent of the time.

you’d gotten back from a date just an hour prior, bringing your date home along with you since he (and well, you didn’t mind) wanted to continue after your reservation at the nice spot in the center of town.

“you can’t seriously by playing dumb right now,” you mutter, turning away from him as you trudge back over to the living area where coasters and a near empty (mostly atsumu’s doing) bowl of chips are settled on an end table. first, you put the coasters back in their place on the lower shelf of the table for the next time you have company — thanks to atsumu though, you don’t think that’ll be soon.

then, grabbing the bowl, you walk back toward the kitchen where atsumu’s leaning against the counter, closely watching your movements.

“the first date i’ve had in months and the guy’s never gonna call again,” you continue muttering. it’s toward your roommate but you’re not exactly talking to him, more like talking into the air, well aware he’d catch it.

at your less frustrated expression, atsumu's original playful and mischievous gleam in his eye dissipates. you look more solemn, shoulders hunched as you do the dishes in the sink – after all, it was your turn to do the chores.

Not me thinking about… Katsuki Bakugou’s alarm goes off at the ungodly hour of 3:15 in the morning. It’s not the alarm that wakes him though, it’s the way you groan and shift next to him stretching your arm out to try and turn the alarm off hitting him in the face.

He wishes he was tired enough to tease you about it with a playful grumble. But all he can to is grab your wrist and gently kiss it as his crimson eyes blink away his grogginess.

“Hey,” he rasps out “We gotta get up Baby, we have a flight to get to.”

He pulls away from the warmth of you in the sheets reluctantly to hop into a cold shower knowing that he is the one who is awake enough to take the wheel. He lets the cold water activate his senses as he thinks of the way your half conscious face presses into the drool covered sheets.

He's efficient when it comes to getting himself ready for whatever the day has to offer, The Suitcases have been packed and placed in his car hours before, a morning snack is in the fridge, and anything else the two of you need for the morning is laid out, folded and prepped.

This comes in handy when his other half is little less ready to start the day, even if starting the day means that the two of you are about to go off on the trip of a lifetime.

"You gotta get up" he says firmly. ripping the last sheet from your body causing you to finally blink awake. Getting to your feet, you mumble some gibberish good mornings with a dopey grin that just melts his heart. With you getting out of the house is a breeze for the Explosion Hero. It only takes a few minutes for the two of you to get settled in the car and start down the road. Tired eyes scanning the street for any coffee house that is open this early in the morning.

With everything closed his foot felt a bit more like led on the gas pedal. You are at the Airport three minutes earlier than the navigation said you would be. He hands his keys to the parking attendant and pulls you and the suitcases to the security check in. Once in line you whine at the lack of coffee in your system.

He lets out a soft laugh and looks around at the hundreds of other people in the Security line who are too tired to realize that they are right next to one of the country's top pro heroes right under their noses.

"Once we're through security, I promise I'll get ya some caffeine." he says, kissing your forehead as you lean into his chest as the line moves along one person at a time.

This is adorable omg🥺 Just travelling with Bakugou ugh💕

— LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN | bokuto x reader

-> synopsis: bokuto can’t stand being sick

-> cw: sick fic

-> wc: 1k

-> a/n: just wanna squish him and take care of him :(((((

“This sucks so baaaad!” Bokuto groans, voice nasally as he slumps back into the myriad of pillows propped up against the headboard with a pout. He looks utterly miserable. There’s a tissue sticking out of each runny nostril and his chest and throat are shiny from a fresh layer of menthol rub.

Miserable, but somehow, adorable.

You begin to clear up a little, wiping off your fingers and wrinkling your nose at the strong tang that burns your nostrils.

“Argh, stupid buttons!” You turn around from gathering up his empty mug and medicine boxes to see his large fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pyjamas. He’s grumbling under his breath, his movements sluggish from exhaustion. Thick brows are furrowed in concentration as he tries to slip a button through its corresponding eyelet for the fourth time.

“Here.” Gently, you tug his hands away from his shirt and replace them with your own. You deftly rebutton his pyjamas, patting his chest once you’re done. “Get some rest, Kou. Let me know if you need anything.”

Just as you begin to leave the room, he calls out to you.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭

{Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader}

Written for Elle @queenelleee ♡

Summary: a short escape with him from the media on a rural beach. Only you, him, and the ocean simply exist.

"What are you looking at, Tooru?"

You're on the side of the ocean watching the wave weaving the water. Swaying back and forth, turmoil by the rock. A familiar salty scent and stickiness covering your skin. Your man has been sitting there for the last few minutes, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"Nothing." his visage is rather unreadable, just neutral with a flattened emotion.

But he looks most beautiful when he's like that; hair disheveled by the seaside wind, a bare torso with a hint of sunburn, without his usual media smile that's everywhere in the magazine. He's only there to be present. Bare and unraveled.

He looks up at you after a few moments.

"Join me, my love?" He offers his hand, guiding you to sit right next to him, fingers intertwined.

Again a comfortable silence fills in with the background of breaking waves. You let them be, as a moment of silence is a rare occasion for him to think more, to slowly disentangle his thoughts.

You lean your head on his toned shoulder and close your eyes, engulfing the momentary peace. His breath is your melody and your sense can feel affectionate friction from his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

"When I’m with you I feel like myself," he breaks the silence. The sound echoes from your side, you open your eyes and look at him. He breathes, inhaling and exhaling in contentment.

"I feel like every side of me is present and accepted. And I feel good about it— I feel good about who I am when I’m with you," he conveys as if he is pouring his feelings into the ocean.

Oikawa Tooru doesn't have to put his masks around you. He doesn't have to smile when he doesn't want to but every time he does, it reaches his heart to the corner of his eyes. You find his vulnerability beautiful because that's what makes him human.

Sometimes he questions who he really is. Is it the image in front of the camera or when he's around his closest ones? But both of them are him and the latter is the one he adores more. It's his comfortable skin.

He brings your hand closer. That's when you see through the lashes of his closed eyes, he plants a kiss on your knuckle. Successfully form a smile on your face. His eyes open and meet your doe eyes. The hazel irises drown in affection and the corner of his lips tucked up with sincere gratitude.

You hum, swaying your head to your side. You slowly part with his hand and crawl to sit on his lap. Your figure in front of him covers the sunset, forming a silhouette framed with the orange hues of the nearest star. He contemplates how mesmerizing it is.

You place a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

"I feel the same."

Your other hand reaches for his, placing it right in front of your chest, where your heart rests. Exposing how it thumps in the same rhythmical beat as him.

"We're existing at the same time at this very moment. Isn't it amazing?"

His soft chuckles whistled by the breeze.

"It is-"

"Can't believe I got to marry such a wonderful person."

You smile shyly at the words, whispering a muffled 'me too'. Before you can draw back his hand is already cupping your cheek, the other moves to your waist to pull you closer. You close your eyes as he leans in to claim your lips sweetly.

"I thank you for your presence."

He whispered in between your lips. A deep exclamation of love.

"Likewise, thank you for existing."

The second kiss goes by until dusk passes and Venus rises. Sealing you in his oath to always present for you.

cw: smut. minors dni. an odd mix between soulmate!au and sex-quirk trope. reader and izuku are strangers. 

a/n: i wrote this in a horny fit a while ago but i might extend this into a longfic one day. there are a few elements i wanna explore eventually~

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The waves of nausea and heat that wash over your body are relentless and show no signs of abating any time soon. Your hands haven’t stopped shaking since you made it to the agency, and even though you’ve been told that there is a discrete, vetted plan in place, your confidence that you’ll ever be normal again seems to wane with every waking second. 

Your breathing is still ragged and heavy and your feet fidget as you sit in your chair, wondering how long it will take for you to soak through this pair of panties. There’s something terribly unsettling about undirected lust, lust that just is. It’s hard to concentrate at all, really, and the overhead lights are just a little too bright.

Every new man brought into your view appears the same to you. Most seem somewhat interested but are mostly just curious, as the sight of a young, fairly attractive woman who looks obviously insatiable looks straight out of a hentai panel, but their measurable arousal is of typical range, not even close to the extreme vitals a true compatible suitor would display.

The beep of the machines is starting to give you a headache. You can’t stop thinking about all manner of sex toys rather than people, and your limit seems to break once a purple-haired Hero that looks more like an overgrown toddler insists on propositioning you despite clearly not being your match.

Perhaps if you channeled this sexual energy into violence instead…

“Try at least one more, ___. Hang in there,” a voice says from overhead. It’s meant to be compassionate, but you feel like you’re being mocked, especially hearing your name come out so clinically out of a government official’s mouth. How embarrassing it is, to be a grown, responsible woman, and to be so overtly licentious. It’s the opposite of who you are. It’s mortifying.

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25 Days of Christmas

25 days of holiday fics for Deku x Reader and Bakugou x Reader

First seven days were posted on @/mhafucked​, rest are posted on this new blog. Part of @/goldenshoyo’s 2021 holiday collab, thanks for the prompts!

All Bakugou pieces are dedicated to my bestie @/bakumu, she’s the best.

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Flowers don't last forever

Hawks didn’t realize just how long he had been gone from home until he saw the dead flowers on the table. He swore he just bought them a few days ago for your anniversary when he realized that was a month ago. He hasn't been home for a month. The commission has been having him go on more missions and taking up extra patrols that time just blurred together. He tries to remember when he last called you, when he last hugged you and all he can think of is him having to turn off his phone cause it constantly goes off with your messages and everyone else trying to get a hold of him that he felt easier to keep it off. He calls out for you and gets no response. The house is too quiet and just feels wrong. You should have answered him by now or come to welcome him home and hug him. He doesnt smell your cooking. Your music isn't filling the house. He doesn't hear your shows in the living room either. The house is silent. A deafening silent one he hasnt heard in years. The type of silence he hasnt had to think about since you moved in. He doesn't hear your heartbeat. He asks when was the last time that he actually heard it or thought about it?  He runs straight to the bedroom and is frozen by the door. Your side of the bedroom was empty. The posters of first movie dates were gone, your bookcase was missing, the closet door was open and half of it was empty. The selfies that he printed out of you both were gone. The dresser he bought you was there but nothing of yours was. The drawers were half open and the top was just covered in dust. The bed was made but the stuffed animals you loved were missing. He could feel tears rolling down and it was heartbreaking looking around and seeing that it was if you were never there. He can't breathe and just everything feels wrong. He makes it back to the couch and starts sobbing. The pain that he feels now he's never felt before. The cold reality sinks in. Your gone. You aren't coming back. He feels that the world is collapsing and nothing he can do to stop it. He cries more and eventually feels so numb. Empty. Hollow. Alone. He is alone again and this time its his own fault. He should have talked to you more. He should have answered every call. He should have done more. How can so many should haves just scream in his head. How could he just have let you go. How could he say he loves you and just neglect you for a month. He should have fought to get less missions. He should have let the sidekick cover more for him. He wanted to prove that he could do it, that he was the only one that could do it but in the process he lost everything. He can't bring himself to read the note you left or even look at the feather that laid on the table. If he doesn't he thinks that you might come back. That any day you will walk back into his life and it will be just like it was. He wakes up and goes to bed crying. He's exhausted from staying up late and the dreams that haunt him. They are always filled with you. His dreams are nothing but memories of the both of you. He buys new flowers everyday. It's his punishment for not getting them for you when he could have. He starts his day later and comes home earlier in the hopes that you would be there but you never are and every day he asks the universe with tears and voice raw from screaming to take him back to that day he answered the phone and agreed to double shift. The day that he sealed his fate. The day that he wished he knew would be the start of the end. He takes a feather from his wings and puts it in a box on your side of bed. He hopes that one day he can give you them all. The feathers that should be around your neck close to your heart so he could know you're safe. Now just like his heart will forever be locked away for they were only for you. 

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