Smut Prompt List

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself”

“No panties?”

“Look what you do to me”

“If you want to cum you have to beg”

“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“I love it when you kiss my neck”

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now”

“Don’t give me that look”

“Try to stay quiet ok”

“How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?!”

“I want you inside me”

“Think you can handle that much”

“How do you feel about two at once?”

“Wanna join?”

“We’re in public, you know”

“I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

 “Stop teasing me so much”

“You better watch your fucking mouth”

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you”

“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

“You look so good on your knees like that”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Come here, you can sit on my lap till I’m finished”

“I’m not jealous, it’s just your mine”

“Touch me and you lose”

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here”

“Stop doing that”

“I cant stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly”

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed”

“Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

“Why don’t we film it?”

“You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“Want me to serenade you while you strip?”

“We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago”

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on”

“You look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck”

a hundred different kisses

whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

wrapping your arms around your lover's neck

kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips

breaking the kiss, instantly pressing your lips back together

intertwining fingers

soft kisses that grow more passionate by each second

forehead against forehead

running fingers through your lover's hair

unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall

surprise kisses, your lover wasn't prepared but responds immediately

a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later''

kisses under a light waterfall

pulling your lover closer by the waistband

kissing under the stars

messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

a kiss that isn't meant to happen but does so anyway

sliding your hands down your lover's chest

grabbing your lover by the collar

''if we're caught kissing we're most likely dead but let's risk it''

hand kisses

exploring each other's lips

smiling in-between kisses

now-or-never kisses

caressing your lover's cheek

good night kisses

''i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in''

brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath

an accidental kiss between two exes

kisses in which, we've already said goodbye for the day but i can't help stealing another one

this might be our last kiss so let's make it last

kitchen counter make-outs

jumping into your lover's arms

soft kisses while cuddling in bed

i missed you kisses

a kiss leaving you breathless

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips

trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck

''everything is going to be okay'' kisses

kisses that start out passionate but grows more delicate

pulling away from a kiss to look at each other, smiling as you dive in for another kiss

a kiss to celebrate an engagement

wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you

a goodbye kiss expect neither can let go

''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway

a swirling reunion kiss

''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me''

a kiss that lasts longer than it should

tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive

a goodbye kiss that says ''i don't love you the way you love me, and i'm setting you free''

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

kisses in which, ''i can't believe this is real, but i love you so much''

tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear

tracing your lips against the corner of your lover's mouth

light kisses scattered across your lover's face down to their collarbone

pulling your lover into your lap, them straddling your hips

bushing your lips against your lover's, wanting to savior the moment

playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘

kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

mistletoe kisses

surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

caressing your lover's cheek

trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin

looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips

shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you

a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours

a tender kiss on your lover's chest

kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just one second, they might disappear

an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's

lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other and barely having enough strength to breathe

accidentally bumping noses

kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips

a kiss to forgive each other after an argument

standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

unrequited love that is now requited, and a kiss that proves it

legs wrapped around your lover's body, hands tearing their shirt off

pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach

throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them towards the bed

crashing your lips together during an argument

kisses in which, ''we just broke up, but let's kiss one last time''

whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet

trying to deny your feelings, but attraction gets the best of you, and you push them up against the wall

smiling in-between kisses

reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''

not being able to focus on anything during a conversation, you're too busy staring at your lover's lips

kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite

kissing each other's pain away, your tears mixing with your lover's

your lover pulls you away from a kiss, asks you to marry them

telling your lover you want all of them tonight

grabbing hold of your lover's collar, begging them to kiss you

sliding your hands down your lover's chest, unzipping their zipper

untying your lover's tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss

not being able to unbutton your lover's shirt, their kisses are everywhere and too distracting

kissing your lover's tears away

passionately making-out against a wall

“let’s just kiss to see what it’s like” then pulling away, lingering for a moment, then going in for the second kiss

hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes

''it's always been you'' kisses

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

from this generator.

❛ 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.

“to be fair, i don’t think you’d want a guy like that calling again. to have to be told to take off his shoes when entering our home? i can already tell what sort of man that is,” atsumu huffs, remembering the way the man so casually stepped into your apartment, following you, watching you slip off your heels – heels atsumu knew you hated wearing since they always left a blister at your pinky toe – and just, waltz in without taking off his shoes.

“he apologized!“ you quip back, glaring at him over your shoulder. “maybe he’s raised different.”

“sure.” the faux blond rolls his eyes as he recalls the way the man (now come to think of it, atsumu doesn’t even remember his name) apologized quickly to you when he’d been the one to tell him to take off his shoes in a rather dry tone. apologizing for the sake of it, atsumu thinks, because just two minutes after walking in he’s asking for some wine. asking!

“he was nice all night and you were being so hostile and interrupting us,” you chide, going back to scrubbing a plate in the sink.

“he was nice to you,” atsumu clarifies. “man didn’t like me the second he walked in-“

“-demanding a man to take off his shoes isn’t exactly a polite hello,” you cut off knowingly but atsumu continues anyway.

“-so of course i was hostile.” not to mention, atsumu wants to add, the way said man stared at his dear, beloved roommate as if she were a meal, only melting her resolve with sly compliments and an innocent act. “he gave me weird looks,” he settles on instead.

“can’t imagine why.”

he could tell the minute your date walked through the door, charming smile gracing his lips as you stepped inside, he had more plans than just dinner and some home snacks. nah, atsumu thinks with a sneer, he wanted dessert.

but damn, if atsumu’s chest didn’t swell with pride and confidence at the slight falter in your date’s reaction to him, a roommate you were vague talking about (so vague you didn’t mention it was a man at all).

it helped that he could tell the guy was a sleaze, finding any excuse to set the mood; drinks, a rom-com playing on one of the movie channels of your cable box, shutting off the lights. yeah, atsumu had fun barging through the living room of your apartment every fifteen minutes, claiming he needed something, either from the kitchen or the living area itself.

atsumu walks up next to you, holding a hand out. it’s a subtle attempt to lighten the mood, helping you dry the dishes as you wash them, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you probably made him feel uncomfortable,” you pout, passing him a mug to dry.

that was my intention, he thinks. “by just bein’ me? hm, i think that’s a him problem then.”

“still, he wasn't being outright rude to you, or me! he-"

"right, because he was nice," atsumu drawls out, rolling his eyes.

"yes," you answer, matter-of-factly. "nice."

"these quote, nice guys, aren't it, gotta tell 'ya." he crosses his arms as he sighs out, looking as if he knows all, as if he's about to give you some wise words. good thing you know he's miya atsumu so you don't expect too much.

"oh yeah?" you muse, light smile curling one side of your lips, a reaction he was hoping for.

"definitely. it's all a facade covering up all their severely red flags. 'ya need a guy who can tease ya, make fun of ya, y'know the type to laugh first when you fall and then ask if you're alright."

"oh, so someone like you then?" you stifle a laugh at his blatant autobiography. you don't notice the underlying meaning of your question when you ask it but atsumu does.

he freezes for a second, glancing at your genuine curiosity. "y-yeah," he stammers, grateful that you don't catch it, reaching up to put away a dried bowl back into a cabinet. "someone fun. not "nice"."

"an asshole," you reveal with a teasing lilt, awaiting his response. atsumu whips his head toward you, brows furrowed at your insinuation. at the playful gleam in your eyes, all frustration settled between your brows fully gone, he relaxes.

"sometimes," he clarifies, looking down at you amusedly.

"mm," you hum out in disagreement. "i think it's always."

"yeah?" he tests, raising a brow at you. "didn't i bring an umbrella to your job so you wouldn't get stuck in the rain?"

"fine, fine." you brush him off, waving your arms.

"or that time i bought you lunch 'cus you forgot your bento?"

"i get it-"

"driving you home from that god awful date you had three months ago?"

"atsumu-!" your voice is pitched higher in embarrassment, remembering the circumstances.

"what about the time i saved you from a nice guy who probably isn't so much of a nice guy?" his voice is quiet then, looking deeply at you.

your mortified expression shifts into a softer one, absorbing his words. although atsumu came off as a prick ninety percent of the time, he really did have your best interest at heart — even though your best interest could only satisfyingly be him.

“he talked about his workout routine all the way here,” you mumble out of nowhere, feeding into atsumu’s perception.

“i knew it!” he snaps his fingers and looks at you victoriously. “that’s total douche behavior if y’ask me. dodged a bullet, doll.”

you sigh out a laugh, lips curling up at his eager expression. “guess I did. besides,” you pause, bumping his shoulder with yours, despite the height difference. nothing but an affectionate tone slips between your lips and as it seems, you’ve forgotten whatever you’d been annoyed at him for. “i think i’m keen on a particular asshole in my life anyway.”

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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.

— 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.

“No! Wait!” You turn around, fingers on the light switch. “You didn’t give me a kiss,” he mumbles, shifting further under the duvet. A soft flush dusts his cheekbones, either from embarrassment or remnants or fever. Most likely the former.

“Baby, you’re contagious.”

“Please? I can’t work out, I can’t practice, I can’t even give you proper kisses!” He sniffles loudly, huffing when he’s done and shuffling deeper under the duvet. “I hate being sick.”

With a resigned sigh, you re-enter the room, smiling when he perks up a little from his cocoon. Tenderly, you brush the hair hanging over his eyebrows, soft and free of his usual copious amounts of hair gel. His forehead is cool when you lean down to press a soft kiss between his brows, lingering for a moment before you draw away with an exaggerated smack.

“Better?” He mumbles something under his breath before sighing dejectedly.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Get some rest, okay?” you tell him, finally plunging him into darkness.

Minutes pass, or maybe hours, yet Bokuto tosses and turns. His head throbs and he feels stiff and achy all over, so he hauls himself out of bed and ambles to the door. His head spins as he squints in the sudden yellowy brightness from the spotlights in the ceiling, following the soft sound of humming and the dull thunk of a knife hitting a bamboo board.

A noisy sniffle alerts you to his presence as he shuffles into the warmth of the kitchen, wiping your hands off as he slumps against the counter.

“Hey,” he says morosely.

“Hi…” you say slowly. “Whatcha doing?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You hum, covering a bowl with cling film and setting it aside.

“Why not?”

“Missed you.”

“Yeah?” Bokuto nods as your fingers reach out to thread through his hair, scratching gently as his scalp. Affection fills your chest at his little hum, and you can’t help how it leaks into your voice when you tease him lightly, squeezing gently at his cheek.

“Big baby.”

“Only cos I’m sick,” he says in a half-hearted defensive whine.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on. ” You take his hand and gesture with your head for him to follow you, guiding him to your living space and instructing him to sit on the sofa positioned before the TV. He sags into the cushions, watching as you shuffle around in search of a blanket, grinning triumphantly when you pull one out of the storage cupboard. It’s particularly thick and fluffy - Bokuto’s secret favourite.

“Since you can’t sleep, how about we watch something?” He catches the remote you toss at him with one hand, reflexes still surprisingly sharp even with the fog of sickness weighing him down. He scrolls through the recommendations on screen as you sit beside him, pulling your legs up onto your seat.

“Kou.”

“Hm?” Bokuto glances at you from the corner of his eye, turning to face you fully when he sees that your arms are held out to him.

“Thought you missed me?” you pout. It’s times like these that you’re reminded of Bokuto’s size. He all but lunges at you, accepting your invitation to cuddle faster than you can blink, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Sorry.” His voice is muffled from where he’s buried his face into your chest.

“Careful. Lie down properly,” you gently tell him and he obediently rearranges himself so that he can lie between your legs more comfortably, and with a flourish, you toss the blanket over him.

“Better?”

“Way better.”

The movie he’s picked at random is turned down to a soft hum, enough to keep the room from being completely silent. Bokuto’s arms are around you, hands stuffed under your back, head heavy on your chest with his familiar weight.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” you whisper jokingly, and he shakes head and grunts that no, he’s not. He’s just resting his eyes because it feels nice. Your fingers in his hair feel nice, combing through the silky strands in a soothing rhythm. Your soft humming is nice too, vibrating against his ear to the beat of your heart. You’re comfortable and warm and so, so nice.

There are times where Bokuto worries. That you’ll grow sick of him, that is, because he knows he can be a lot. He knows he can be boisterous and stubborn and needy. That he can be hard work at times.

But you’re still here. Putting up with him.

And as that thought crosses his mind, he banishes it immediately.

No, not putting up with him, but loving him. Gently, patiently, with tender hands and a tender heart.

“Thank you for staying,” he says, sleep-laden and quiet. His breathing slows, the steady rise and fall of chest warm against your belly, as he finally succumbs to exhaustion. He doesn’t hear your next words, a mere puff of breath that wisps over the crown of his head in a featherlight kiss.

“Where else would I be?”

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.

*Minors do not interact. These works contain mature themes and if you continue reading, you have agreed you are willing to see such content.

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Flowers don't last forever

Word count: 748

Tw: Angst, no comfort.

Not beta read.

Hawks realizes too late that all he loves can be lost if not cared for.

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. 

So happy to see you back!! I missed you!!

✨ darling mar ✨ I missed you too!! I can’t believe I’ve been offline for SO LONG ✨

Don’t know if you’ll see this but I truly hope you’re doing well! 💞

LUNA ✨✨ my love, I am 🥰 I’ve been very MIA, I’ve been working full-time and still grad school (four months left!!) AND I’ve been seeing someone for a few months now ❤️

💕 sending you my best wishes for a happy holiday

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Finally a fanart of Deku in his costume. ☆

Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day

This goes out to all the people who take time out of their day to write and give us readers a piece of their soul when they share their fic with us. All the writers who write long fics, multi chaps, one shots, drabbles, thirsts, or simply day dream What Could Be with the characters they love and promise to put dream to paper one day. Thank you for sharing with all of us. Thank you for all the smiles and laughs, tears, the hurt we sometimes need to feel, and for all the Fix It and Comfort fics.

This one’s for all the people who stare at blank documents hoping inspiration they once had will find them again. It may take time, but you’ll get there ❤️

This is for all the writers who never make it on rec lists. Your fics are important. They still matter regardless of what list they appear on. Thank you for all the time and love you put into your stories :)

This goes out to the writers who write for rare pairs or side characters who don’t get enough love. Someone out there is searching for something so specific, and they’re going to find your fic and enjoy the hell out of it because that’s exactly what they needed.

A special shout out to the people who leave comments screaming about their favorite parts or try to work out what will happen next.

You all make the fandom what it is 💖

I wanted to write some fluffy head cannons for our elementary school teacher. I saw a tik tok of K-4th grade art teacher that had Suga energy and thought of some cute head cannons!

@hqintheclub @tokyometronetwork

TW: NONE, discussion of inclusivity and students on the spectrum!

Elementary teacher Koushi loves teaching, he was made for it, he took great inspiration from Takeda sensei.

Every day he's early, so he can organize his classroom accordingly, he takes great measures for the kids who on the spectrum or hindered. His favorite part of teaching is inclusion on all levels.

With a fresh cup of hot tea and his belly full of breakfast he hears the first bell chime and the excited students begin to file in.

Every morning he sits in front of the class and he begins his greetings in ASL as he became fluent and wanted to teach his students.

He chose to use this as a way for those who are nuerodivergent or on the spectrum has a way to communicate when they are overstimulated or overwhelmed.

This also helps his students become inclusive for the hearing impaired and make friends!

His students end up testing to the highest they can with the way he finds ways to teach the lessons with fun.

He always has a waiting list for of parents trying to get their students in.

His favorite thing is when he's out and about his students tug on his jacket and start signing with him excitedly to tell him about their day or their schooling. He'll get down on their level with their parents watching the exchange between them.

As he continues to teach and say goodbye to his class at the end of the year, they've all become fluent, he knows he's given them the best tools to cope as they grow.

When you meet suga at the book store and see this exchange between him and a non verbal student you fall so hard for him.

When you marry him you volunteer with him every chance, learning sign, and you help at the local schools with children who need extra love and patience.

When you grow old as he's retiring you cry at his ceremony when you see all his old students signing for him and telling their stories about how they all grew up and remembered their favorite teacher.

Thats all I had just something cute!