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all the love in the world | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

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katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him.

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

he had loved you for a long time, katsuki had— he almost couldn’t remember the time when he hadn’t. in the time that you’d spent together; soft gazes and lingering touches, you’d taught him a lot and he’d learned through your tolerance and generosity, something that had rubbed off on him, something he’d so desperately needed to cool down his hot demeanour.

he was grateful for a lot of things, all of the things you’d taught him— but mostly the entirety of you. while you’d always said that neither of you completed each other and only made one another better, bakugou knew that his life would be complete with you in it forever.

he knew from the moment you’d pinned him down underneath you during training back in high school— that he was going to make you his wife someday.

“jesus katsu, why’re you up s’early? it’s supposed to be our day off,” you mumble into your silk sheets; his scent sewn into your pillows. katsuki likes the orange silk that lines your bed; mostly because of the colour and partly because other fabrics irritate his skin. with sleepy eyes, you blink up at the blonde and catch him staring mid act. like always, bakugou looks away with a heated blush and paws it away from his cheeks. “whatcha lookin’ at dummy?”

one of kastuki’s favourite things is the way you look when you first wake up, groggily rubbing the sleep away from your eyes with a pout on your lips as the sun hits your face just right— creating a halo effect around you, like you’re his guardian angel…but he wouldn’t ever admit that to you, at least not until his wedding vows. “it’s the only time i get to look at you without hearin’ the dumb shit that comes out your mouth, woman.” katsuki grumbles back, finally meeting your eyes again.

he can clearly see the love glittering your irises and the faint smile that plays teasingly on your lips as if you know that he’s joking. unwillingly; bakugou feels himself mirror the grin that you bare and a happy warmth then spreads across his chest.

“we still have the whole day ahead for you to ogle me like that katsuki bakugou,” you hum sweetly, the tail end of your words falling into a light giggle. the ash blonde feels his heart flutter just from the sound; a candied melody to his ears that he could never get tired of hearing.

reaching over your shoulder, katsuki uses his warm hands to roll you over onto his awaiting lap.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as the sheets fall from your body to reveal yourself in one of his shirts with an old merch design and your fingers weave their way into his pretty blonde hair.

now that you’re in his lap; the pro hero can see the smirk making its way into your face as you look down at him lovingly. “seems like you were doing more than just looking baby…”

your hips grind down against your lover’s now prominent erection that sits hidden in his dark sweats— earning a slight gasp from the man himself. “s-shut up, dumbass…” bakugou growls through gritted teeth while you move above him.

his words stay lodged in his throat, he wants to tell you that you’re always on his mind no matter what he’s doing or looking at but instead they die down as he drops his head to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along the column of it.

early morning love making with you was what katsuki bakugou considered one of his many blessings. he loves being this close to you— feeling every dip in your skin and kissing every mark on your body, his lips work their way up from your jawline to your chin and finally attempting to land a solid kiss to your own lips.

“nuh, katsu—“ your breathless whine fills the air, sending shivers down the spine of the man below you. he moves up to kiss you again, gripping your hips tightly while your movements begin to sync. “no, morning…morning breath…”

bakugou huffs, hand finding the back of your head to tilt it down into a soft liplock— contrasting with the harshness of his earlier movements. “fuck morning breath, i haven’t made love to you properly in a fucking week so let me kiss you. fuck.” usually, katsuki would have added his salty pet name of ‘shitty woman’ to the tail end of his phrases but he bites his tongue, saving it for later.

you give into your fiancé then, falling in love with the way his lips meld against yours so passionately all over again. fingers that belong to bakugou dance underneath your shirt, finding you bare within the fabric. one hand slips between your plush thighs, smoothly rubbing circles into your swelling clit ever so gently.

your breath hitches as katsuki traps you under his touch, playing with your folds as they begin to grow slick and form a wet patch on his deep grey sweats, making him groan.

the explosive pro pushes two of his digits past your entrance, curling them and watching with sparkling scarlet eyes as your mouth hangs open in of the prettiest moans katsuki’s ever heard— his mouth falls open with you while your head tilts back, exposing your sweat glimmering skin to the sun’s rays. “feel good baby? yeah, you like that?” he mumbles condescendingly, slowly pumping them inside of you. “yeah you do, yeah you fuckin’ do.”

“yeah, katsu...more…” a breathless moan escapes you with every thrust of bakugou’s hot fingers, the cheeky bastard setting off small scale explosions to stimulate you from within. he’s hot, the heat from his body filling the space between you and spreading right down to your glistening mound— causing slick to gush from your tiny abused hole.

you can feel his cock pulse beneath you with every twist of his fingers to reach that spongy pleasure spot deep within your leaking hot walls.

katsuki’s thick fingers stretch open your tiny hole, making your mouth water at the thought of his weighty cock being the next thing press into you but your raging thoughts are swiftly interrupted by your fiancé— who pulls from you completely and sucks the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of your sweet nectar.

katsuki keeps his vermillion eyes locked on you, the lewd action making saliva pool on your tongue. his own pink muscle darts out to wet his lips, no doubt spreading the taste of you across them before making a move to kiss you.

the pro is quickly stopped, your hands that once roamed his bare back and messed hair, now pinning his own above his head.

bakugou is a strong man, he wouldn’t have been a top hero if he wasn’t— he trained constantly and sparred often with his fellow heroes but he doesn’t resist when you grip his wrists in your free hand, releasing his hard cock from it’s restraints before it slaps against his well toned stomach.

milky precum leaks against his warm skin, while you prepare yourself to mount him. the pair of you let out a groan in unison as you sink down on the hero’s thick length— as if the tensions and stresses of the week have melted away just him being sheathed inside of you.

“mnnn, so fuckin’ tight baby, gonna need to fuck you open again…”

bakugou’s voice is low and gravelly from the early morning, just how you like as his hips roll up into yours— further pushing his fat cock into you. his tip barely grazes your cervix as you set the pace, lifting yourself up and down to bounce on your lover’s length.

the way you feel inside, your soft velvety walls and gushing pussy make him buck up into you with more fever, as his own symphony of moans and weightless gasps dance through your ears. “yeah? take this pussy katsuki…m-make it yours,” you sigh, grip on his wrists loosening to the point where you set him free. the blonde’s hands immediately move to grip your ass tightly— smirking at you lazily while the pads of his fingers sink into your flesh.

you look beautiful to him, bouncing on his cock and dripping all over his pelvis under the early morning sun, the way the gold lights up your hazy lust filled eyes.

the fire of desire burns brightly in the depths of katsuki’s stomach, love finds its way into each of his thrusts from then on— mind clouding with the desire to fill you up so good with his love as the leaking head of his thick girth drags against your walls, prodding at the spot that has you seeing stars. “that’s right yn baby…fuck that cock, fuck yeah baby,” he whispers brokenly to you, chest rising and falling desperately while sweat beads on his hairline. “love you, love you s’much...”

bakugou watches your gaze on him soften at his confession, the words he doesn’t say often but shows you everyday still hanging in the thick, warm air. “i love you katsu, p-please,” your erratic thrusts slow to somewhat of a passionate grind, two lovers pressed hotly against one another as the sounds of your moans twist with that of skin on skin.

knot in your stomach tightening, katsuki can feel your release creeping on you from the way you clench around him at every plunge deep inside your sweet hole. strong arms wrap around you, katsuki noticing how you shake from pleasure above him while he brings you down onto loving thrusts as if to draw you closer.

“gonna cum!”

your fiancé nods into your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your back as he pulls out of your heat completely and earns a needy whine from you. your hole spasms around nothing, right on the edge of release before bakugou forces his girth back into your accepting pushing. “cum for me angel, right on this cock,” he pants, holding you close while he rocks into you. “i've got you baby, let it all out…”

“mph, baku-! oh !”

hips stilling above his, you scratch and claw at any part of bakugou’s skin that you can— shaking as your release splashes against him, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head and white spots dancing across your vision. the tightness of your heat drives the pro right over the edge, hot ropes of thick cum painting your insides white as his release reaches your womb.

the pair of you lay still, catching your breath as you collapse forward on your lover’s chest. while your breathing slows, katsuki rubs warming circles into your back to help calm you down— only smiling softly when you look up at him with clear, affectionate eyes. “did so good for me yn, fuckin’ love it when you take my cock like that first thing in the morning,” his words are soft on his usually sharp tongue, bakugou smoothing a thumb over your cheek while using a forefinger to tilt your head up into a sweet kiss

“always and only for you, my love,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the simple gesture even after you pull away. “and if you keep cummin’ in me like that katsuki ‘m gonna end up pregnant one of these days…”

bakugou smirks, pressing smaller kisses all over your face to make you giggle. you smile and greedily accept each one, loving the these tender moments between yourself and your fiancé. “maybe that’s the fucking point, dumbass,” he quips, biting on your cheek after landing a kiss there. “trying to put a shitty little brat in you.”

despite the small bite to his words, a blush still manages to creep its way onto katsuki’s face as you lay your head down on his chest with a smack to his waist. the ash blonde means every word and you know it too, he can tell by the knowing smile and slight gleam in your eye.

you fall back asleep not long after bakugou cleans you up.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy counting every mark and bite he’d left on you as he tenderly wiped between your thighs and massaged over your skin.

but he loved how cute you looked when curled up on his chest more, your hand clings to bakugou’s shoulder as if to check he’s still there even in your sleep— giving the hero ample opportunity to play with the ‘teddy bear’ bracelet thats cuffed to your wrist. you’d made it for one of your anniversaries; matching the ‘grizzly bear’ one on his own.

prying himself from your arms is no easy task for katsuki, your grip on him like an adorable iron vice or a child with a teddy bear. after setting himself free, the ash blonde with the crimson eyes heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you— it was some what of a routine on your days off together, you always got the munchies after sex and bakugou knew just how to soothe your roaring appetite.

as he worked with the eggs and other breakfast ingredients, katsuki thought back to how much you praised him for his skills in the kitchen— he knew how much you loved his cooking and he would do anything to see you smile.

“god katsuki, i might have to start taking more days off it means i get to see my grizzly bear in the kitchen like this,” you hum from place leaning against the door frame.

your fiancé turns round to face you with a light smirk, glimmering eyes inviting you further into the room. the explosive pro holds the sizzling pan he’d taken off the stove high above your head as you cuddle into his side, breathing in his warm caramel scent.

katsuki clicks his tongue, staring down at you fondly. “tell that to the fucking villains who fuck up the city every other day, maybe then we’d have more time to relax.” he counters, pulling a sweet chuckle from your sweet lips.

“if we start handing out your cooking, they’ll probably start turning themselves in!” you tease your lover back, swiping a bit of the pancakes from the pan above your head. katsuki grumbles and pats your ass indulgently— the supple skin peaking out from under the shirt that’s found it’s way back over your form. it’s a silent scold for eating before he’s fixed you a plate of all your favourites.

as usual bakugou pulls out your chair at the table, pressing his lips to your hairline before putting your steaming plate in front of you. your mouth waters while katsuki takes his seat opposite you with rolling eyes as he watches you tuck in to your breakfast.

the entirety of your meal is filled with lingering gazes and hums of delight while you eat, almost as if you’re back on your first date ( bakugou spent half of the time watching you eat rather than doing so himself, but he just wanted to see if you liked the place ).

leaning over the table to wipe syrup from your chin, the blonde smirks— quiet words falling calmly from his lips. “what do you want to do today, sweetheart?”

the birds chirps lovingly outside of your window, dancing under the sunshine— they remind you of your early mentor and often patrol partner hawks, who you needed to remember to invite to dinner soon.

the weather is nice today and that gives you an idea. “let’s go out,” your eyes sparkle with a million dreams, each one bakugou wants to live out with you. “to the park with the roses, the pink ones where you—“

“where i proposed, got it,” katsuki smiles, the fond memory catching the tail end of his words. “i hear they introduced some new blooms too.”

you mirror his expression; stabbing your fork through a strawberry in the bowl of fresh fruit your lover had prepared for you. you hold the fork out to his lips and watch amusedly as he chomps the fruit from its place. “care to escort me, lover bear?”

“who else is going to? dumbass.”

“miss nightsky ! will ya sign my bag!”

“that’s a nice bag sweet one, you sure i can sign it?”

katsuki loves the way you are with kids, even though you’re a massive child yourself.

the pair of you decided to walk to the park; since the nice weather held up and it wasn’t too far from your private neighbourhood— even though it took a little longer to get there than expected.

not that either of you minded, but many curious fans stopped to talk and ask for pictures; some even asked for autographs which you happily gave them. while the mighty ground zero was slightly grumbly about it, he adored how kind and patient you were with everyone you met no matter how old they were.

his vermillion eyes, though brownish looking under golden light, sparkle as you ruffle the little kid’s hair and wave politely to their awaiting parents. bakugou wants to have kids with you one day.

it was something he hadn’t really thought about until recently, he knew it would be difficult, with both of you reaching the heights of your careers and the pair of you were still very private about your relationship as well, with word of your recent engagement already slipping into the tabloids.

there was no doubt that they’d speculate about your marriage too, no matter how private you kept it. keeping a child secret would be even harder.

and yet; the thought of you holding a baby…his baby would, on some nights lull him to sleep.

you squeal like a little girl when the ash blonde stops to buy you an ice cream from a van by the entrance of the park; he can’t stand how much you love mint chocolate chip but buys you a towering double scoop anyways. “how do you even eat that toothpastey shit?” bakugou grumbles, finishing off his orange popsicle as you walk into the flower garden.

“says the one who likes orange, you have no taste katsuki bakugou.” you chide but take his freehand nonetheless. the explosive pro’s thumb brushes over the back of your hand while you make your way through and he can’t help but pluck one of the pretty blooms from the bushes to tuck behind your ear.

you scold him for taking the flowers but your smile betrays you as katsuki dips you for a honeyed kiss on the lips.

he’s never one for PDA but this was your spot, here just last year bakugou had sunk to his knees in front of you with an expensive diamond ring you were eyeing months before ( you would never say anything but katsuki always picked up on these things ).

he would also never admit it, but his hand shook with every word that passed his lips and you were sure he had been crying harder than you were while he slipped a ring on your finger.

your secret kisses and tangled limbs hiding deep in the rose bushes are soon completely soaked by an onslaught of unexpected rain.

you shriek at the rain while katsuki grabs your hand, free arms thrown over your heads as you make a dash from the flower garden and head for the main streets in order to catch a bus.

the pair of you giggle as you stumble onto the vehicle, ringing out your drenched clothes and wiping at your wet faces as it heads home. bakugou pulls you into his arms, head resting atop yours to draw you closer— the heat from his quirk allows him to keep you warm and you get a load full of his sugary scent as well ( not that you mind ).

you stay like that on through the rustling traffic, cuddling like a cat to your heated fiancé but a tug on the bottom of bakugou’s wet shirt captures your attention. the pair of you look down to catch the innocent eyes belonging to a darling little girl. “u-uh h-hi mister gwound zewo!” the little one stumbles through her words and in the corner of your eyes you can spot the girl’s mother and give her a reassuring grin.

bakugou’s gaze softens at the curly haired girl and releases you to crouch down to her level despite the shaking bus. his hand still holds onto yours though.

he ruffles her hair with his free hand, making your heart warm— there was a side of katsuki the public never really got to see, where the hotheaded pro could be tender and quiet and often quite reserved.

the media got a kick out of playing on the ash blonde’s explosive nature but moments like this let the real bakugou shine through.

“hey there kiddo, whatcha’ got there?” katsuki mumbles delicatley, noticing the girl hiding something behind her back.

“tisswue! for my favouwite hewo!” the little one says, gingerly holding it out to the blonde’s wet face for him to use. bakugou taps his cheek and cleans closer to let the little girl wipe his face with a tiny chubby hand. they chatter for the rest of the ride home— the girl bashfully twirling her hair around her fingers as katsuki compliments her quirk.

leaning your head on katsuki’s soused shoulder while you walk home, you look up at him with an adoring expression, wondering what he’d be like with a little girl of your own. “that was quiet adorable mister ground zero, you stole my hear away!” you tease, kissing your linked hands.

“yeah? well don’t get used to it shitty woman.” he says through gritted teeth and marches you both through the rain to get you home but the blush on his face tells you otherwise. if you ever had a daughter, you could only imagine what he’d be like with her.

katsuki heads straight for the shower when you get in, leaving you to pick a movie and order takeout as you’d discussed on the way home.

it was a regular routine for you both on nights off; you always picked the movie because if you left it up to your fiancé you’d end up watching some boring documentary on all might or cooking ( he was a closeted nerd at heart ).

you settle on a cheesy romcom that you’ve seen about a hundred times because for one; it’s your favourite and two, you’ll never get tired of seeing bakugou cry towards the end of the movie.

“take out should be here in twenty!” you call to your lover, when he passes by you to enter your living room.

“got it, now go wash up before you catch a cold, stupid—“ the ends of katsuki’s words are cut off by your stream of giggles, bouncing off your cream coloured walls. your ash blonde fiancé has half a mind to curse you out for slapping his ass through his fresh set of sweat pants but rolls his eyes nonetheless.

he finishes pulling his tank top over his head while heading deeper into the room, not wanting to answer the door without one ( as much as your regular delivery driver would like that ).

while in the shower, you manage to scrub away stains of the rain and soreness from the day— washing over sweet love marks from katsuki with pride. a temporary reminder of his eternal love for you and you only.

there’s already a change of clothes waiting for you when you step out of the shower; one of his old shirts and a set of boxers that you slip into comfortably. your nostrils are filled with nothing but the alluring scent of burning sugar, the traces left by bakugou himself.

he’s already munching on a box of tempura by the time you’ve headed back downstairs, crimson eyes light up when they land on you and you make a dive for the couch— rolling into katsuki’s side. “did you tip the delivery driver?” you ask, watching as your fiancé dips a piece of the food into some sauce before he holds it up to your lips.

“damn right i did, i didn’t wanna though…they kept staring at my arms,” bakugou revels in the way you laugh around the piece of food he pushes into your mouth. you chew with a grateful smile, the look of amusement never leaving your pretty face. “whatcha laughin’ at dumbass?”

“i think you forget how much the public loves your arms, ground zero.”

as soon as you press play on the movie, time seems to fly away from you both— the air is filled with streams of laughter and moments where you swipe from one another’s plates, picking on one another fondly. somehow by the time the film reaches it’s climax the food has been devoured and you’ve ended up huddling into bakugou’s chest.

fingers laced with yours, bakugou twirls the diamond engagement ring you have on, around your finger, smiling at the precious reminder that you’re to be his forever and always. “where do you think we’ll be in the future?” you question quietly, nuzzling into your fiancé’s side.

“married, of course.” crimson eyes find yours in the dimly lit room, almost rolling annoyance as if your question is the dumbest thing in the world. in response, you lean up and squish the explosive pro’s cheeks together and beam up at him while he scowls at you.

“stupid, you know that’s not what i meant,” the words despite harsh, leave your lips dreamily and a contented expression crosses your face. “i see us with kids, in a house much bigger than this one and a backyard that stretches for miles and miles—“ your words die warmly in your throat, figuring that you’ve gotten slightly carried away with the fanticies you’ve made for yourself and katsuki.

in your mind, you can’t help but conjour up a litter of tiny bakugou’s running around a plush green garden— maybe a little dog too and your heart swells in your chest at the idea.

the hot head squeezes your hand, resurfacing you from your sea of thoughts. “you want kids? with me?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all of his vulnerabilities splayed out in the tone as he looks at you warmly.

“a whole family with you, as many as you want.”

suddenly, bakugou has you flipped onto your back and pinned underneath his muscular frame.

his warm breath fans across your face making your eyes fall heavy with adoration. “four.” the blonde grunts, swooping down to brush his lips gently across yours, not quite kissing you much to your dismay. “i want four of those snotty little gremlins with you, maybe have the fifth by accident and then we’ll get a big fucking house for them to destroy—“

“f-five kids katsu?” you gasp out your words at katsuki starts to press increasingly harsh kisses to your jawline, settling on your neck while he licks over bites he’d left earlier today.

bakugou murmurs something about ‘you said as many as i want’ before he’s growling at your hands that find their way into his blonde locks, tugging on them tightly as pleasure overwhelms your senses.

he hums against your sweet skin, finding his place between your legs at the same time as his thoughts take him away from you. he’d love to see you pregnant, so full of his love and his children.

the movie is long forgotten by now as lust settles in every corner of the room. hands push beneath your shirt, groping and massaging your breasts to pull all sorts of sounds from you.

bakugou forces a knee between your thighs, finally capturing your lips in a hungry and heated kiss— his tongue slips in your mouth after he pinches your thigh, fighting yours in a passionate dance for dominance. “gonna fuck a shitty little brat into you, yn,” katsuki almost whines as he pulls away from your inviting lips to press your foreheads together. you look gorgeous beneath him, flustered with swollen lips from each of your rough kisses and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re thinking the same about him. “gonna fill you up so good, gonna make pretty babies with you, hah?”

“ka-katsuki!” you can’t help but mewl at his breathless sinful words while you fist at his tank top. everything is hot, burning hot and you grind up into him with a newfound desperation, the friction against his hardening length sending your eyes rolling with ecstasy.. “we’re not even— mmm god, right there— we’re not even married yet!”

“gonna be at some point, why waste time fucking trying? not when i can cum in you and give you one right fucking now—“ bakugou moans heavily into your ear, diving back into a sloppy kiss as he fumbles around with the string of his sweatpants.

you’re whimpering out for him, pulling the blonde into a lustful trance while you make a move to kick off your underwear when the sound of shattering glass pierces through the bubble of horniness you’ve both created. “shit.”

you both freeze and your matching gazes drop to the floor; a rapidly growing stain of red wine spilling onto the carpet under the coffee table your take out was on.

the fluffy white rug had been a housewarming gift that katsuki begrudgingly accepted from your old school friend and fellow pro, izuku midoriya— so the sight of the now ruined rug makes you both burst out into harmonious laughter. you’re sure the number one wouldn’t mind. it’d make a great wedding story too.

you focus your eyes back on katsuki, cupping his face as that same love filled smile from earlier returns to your face. ”let’s start trying tomorrow, then?”

“tomorrow it is.” bakugou grins back, dotting your hairline with sweet pecks before cuddling into you.

baby making can wait for now, he supposes, for with another day off— he has all the time and all the love in the world to give to you.

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Promise pt. 5 || Kaz Brekker

Summary: When the life of Kaz is threated by her presence, she had to make a crucial decision that will bring misunderstanding among the two of them. Now that he has his Fire Girl, will he be able to keep her, or Dirtyhand will mess everything up?

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x grisha!Reader

Warning: angst, Kaz being Dirtyhands for ten minutes straigh, spoiler of Six of Crows, my english.

A/N: Thank all of you for the comments, the likes and the shares. I didn't expected that this little idea would have captured your attention, really you made my writing more enjoyable and easy. I'm so sorry if I'm late but I've been sick these days and I couldn't finish the chapter :( there are a lot of things that I want to tell you, see you at the end of the chapter ;)

PT. 1 - PT. 2 - PT. 3 - PT. 4

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Few days passed with the girl lying on her bed recovering from the wound that the fight gave her.

When she opened her eyes after have fainted in Kaz's arms, fear had been the first to come to visit her. Fear of being already tied at some bed on a ship, sold at the Shu that would have been more than happy to make experiment on her. She was scared that the temptation must have been too much for Kaz Brekker to have such a value grisha in his hands, but then she noticed she was in her room at the Slat and a rush of tiredness hit her making her sleep again.

The other times she opened her eyes someone among Jesper, Inej and Wylan was always at her side, changing the bandage and bringing her food.

Inej told her that her father, Jan Van Eck, was now aware that she was part of the Dregs, and she was under Kaz Brekker's protection. Everyone was aware she was a grisha, but neither Jesper and Inej seemed to mind her lie, maybe because they had secrets too, she though.

A morning a letter came for Kaz, a letter from her father.

Mister Brekker

we never had the occasion to meet, and you'll agree with me when I say that I wish to keep things like this. Voice is spread that you have my beloved daughter with you. I hope you understand that she is a danger for this city. I've sent her away many years ago with the only interest of protecting Kerch from her, but I see that I could have done things in a better way.

It is as a father that I ask you to bring her to me so that I can repair my mistakes. She is a danger for all of us if not under control, Mister Brekker, and I am sure you saw it yourself last night. She has to face a trial for her crimes and be sent where she can't be a danger for anyone anymore. If she doesn't come back in seven days, I should consider you and your Dregs as her accomplices, planning to attack Ketterdam and all Kerch using her power.

Surely a smart men as yourself doesn't want those kind of problems.

Hope to see my city safe again,

Jan Van Eck.

Inej had brough the letter at her in the afternoon, and in the evening the grisha girl was already planning her escaping from Ketterdam for the third time in her life.

She didn't want to leave Wylan, hell she had promised him they wouldn't split up ever again, but if her plan worked then he would have been able to follow her after few months. If the Van Eck siblings moved together they would have caught too much attention, and they had to do everything in secrets.

Wylan tried to convince her to stay. He was sure that Kaz would have helped her, Wylan was sure that Kaz Brekker would have sealed all Ketterdam to keep her save, and even if as her brother he didn't like her closeness with the Bastard of the Barrel, he couldn't deny that it was useful.

"I'm putting all of you in danger just staying here. If I go away father will have nothing to threat you with." she said putting her clothes in her bags. Seven days, she couldn't give her father the time to close all the harbours in Kerch. If she wanted to go she had to do it as soon as possible.

"Talk to Kaz! Let see what he says, please." begged Wylan grabbing her hands in his to stop her.

She looked in his beautiful blue eyes and saw hope. "You really think Kaz has the power to keep me here?"

Her brother smirked. "I think Kaz would tear apart this city to keep you save. Talk to him, keep your options open."

Dirtyhands would never fight a battle where he couldn't win money, but Y/n was willing to try. That night after dinner she decided she would speak with Kaz and see if he was willing to keep her.

"Let see what the great Kaz Brekker think about it." she sighed putting her arm around Wylan's shoulder and walking downstair where their dinner waited them.

Kaz Brekker sat in his office, in his gloved hands the red handkerchief and Jan Van Eck's letter. Before that morning the death of Van Eck had been one of the many he wanted to deal with for what he had done to his Fire Girl, but now his death had taken a shape, colours and many details that Kaz's was adding one by one.

Brick by brick, Kaz would take all his enemies down, and Y/n was more than welcome to take her revenger with him.

He went downstair at the second floor walking toward Y/n's room. He wanted to check how she was, and speak with her about how she wanted to deal with her father. He didn't know if she wanted his actual death, but he was just fine with torture.

When he reached the door and looked inside his blood froze. All her things were packed in three bags, all her clothes were gone from her wardrobe and none of her objects were around the room. Neither the little portrait of she and baby Wylan that she kept on her bedside table before falling asleep.

She is leaving you.

These words felt like a stab in his chest, like someone had taken the oxigen from his lungs. Would she, leave him? Yes. Y/n would find a better life everywhere out Kerch, it was reasonable that she was already packing. When she wanted to leave? Where she wanted to go?

He knew nothing about it and Kaz Brekker always knew everything. Especially of what happened in his Slat. But this time the girl was leaving him, again, and she hadn't had talked with him about it. She hadn't advised him. Did you really think she was going to live this life just for you? For a man who can't even hold her hands without hyperventilate? A man who can't give her the love she deserve?

The fear he saw in her eyes when she saved his life with her power wasn't because she was feared of his rejection; she feared that he would have send her out of the Dregs, without protection and away from her brother.

He stormed back in his office, anger filled his boody and what else? Disappointment? Sadness? He was angry with himself because he had been a fool again. He had let someone playing with him again, that's what Y/n had been doing. She had been toying with him. She had made sure to have a safe place where live, a job and her brother beside her. Every little nice things she did for him was just to keep him close, to keep Dirtyhands at bay.

Like a fury he threw everything that was on his desk on the floor with his arms. Documents, the handkerchief, the letters, were all on the floor but he couldn't care less. She wanted to leave? Fine. Dirtyhands didn't care.

A known shiver crossed his spine before he heard a knock at his door.

"What?" he didn't look up when the girl entered, too focus on something in the drawers of his desk.

"Wow, and I though to be the one who had a bad day." she joked looking the mess at his feet.

He didn't smile, or smirked. He kept his eyes on something she coudn't see. "What bussiness?"

What bussiness. Those words were the greeting in Ketterdam when two bussiness men met, but the grisha girl though that she and Kaz had passed that step. He must had really a bad day, and it could have been because of the letter...she though sadly.

Who knew what other problems her father had caused around Ketterdam to earn the attention of Kaz, to push him to hand her in his hands.

"My father...I don't want any of you to be in danger because of me." she said carefully walking closer to his desk. A glimp of red captured her eyes but the pain at her waist made her close her eyes for a second.

"I'd say it's too late for it, isn't it?" he asked coldly. She took a step behind, taken back by his coldness toward her. "You seemed to enoy keeping secrets, didn't you? Do you know how easier it would have been knowing about your being grisha months ago?"

That wasn't the boy who had brough her in his arms out from the gala. He wasn't the boy who fought beside her, spied beside her and saved her a couple of time.

"I am sorry, I truly am Kaz. But I know what is the price of being a grisha here...it wouldn't have been easy for me walking with a target on my back. I have done it my whole life."

He refused to look her in the eyes, and it was driving her crazy. Was he really that mad at her that he couldn't bare even the sight of her?

"You decided for yourself, a thing you tend to do often I see." she was sure he had never spoken to her like that, neither in his bad days, and Kaz Brekker had a lot of bad days. "You swore loyalty to the Dregs, to the Crows. If you can't trust us then you shouldn't stay here."

He had said the crucial words, and there was no going back. She wanted to leave, then he would make sure to let her believe that he didn't care. That he didn't care about not finding his hot coffee on his desk again, or that from that day on he wouldn't feel the shivers in his spine anymore. He pretended to not care about not seeing her anymore. She had left him once, he could survive it a second time.

"That's it? That's what you want?" she felt her voice dying in her throat. Was her mistake that big? You knew that once Kaz knew what you were he would have pushed you away like everyone else. 'No one will understand you as the other of your kind', Baghra once told her, but when she met Kaz she believed that her old teacher was wrong. Kaz Brekker had been her safe harbour when no one else would care about her, was she so easily replaceable for him?

"You would have leave anyway at some point, you said it yourself the first time we met at the Club. Today, tomorrow, in five years...I don't see the difference." he shrugged like he didn't care.

He doesn't, her mind reminded her.

"Alright then...I don't want to be of any trouble to you anymore..." she whispered with her hands behind her back. She hated how little she felt, but he was sendind her away. Kaz Brekker, the boy she'd die for. The boy who had let her felt hope again after years, the boy who made her laugh even when he surely didn't mean it. The boy in who she was willing to put the most important years of her long life, that boy was sending her away without looking back.

"Then go." he said fixing his eyes in hers. She could feel the sharpness of his eyes cutting her chest.

"Fine, then I'll just-" she stopped talking when her eyes landed on the red thing she had seen before. A red handkerchief. Her feet moved on their own will. Before she could register what was happening she had the red handkerchief in her hands, her eyes fixed on the three letters on it. W. V. E.

"Y/n don't-" Kaz stood up trying to stop her but it was too late.

"Why do you have my brother's hand-" she was confused, but then her eyes raised to the boy in front of her. His brown eyes, his dark hair and pale skin, and in a second her mind brough her a memory.

The little boy smiled standing before her. He was at the same height of her belly, but his eyes seemed older.

"I have still things to do, and people I need to find. " the last words said with rage.

"Take care of yourself, boy. Don't let the bad days winning your good ones, there is always light at the end of a tunnel; you only have to walk a little more."

And then another.

"What is you name little boy?"

"K-..." he stopped for a long moment thinking about it. He looked the girl beside him and even if he wanted to trust her he just couldn't after what happened. "Jordie..."

"J-Jordie?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I-...You are not him, aren't you?" he stayed silent, looking her like a statue. "You would have told me if you were him...Kaz you are not the little boy I met eight years ago, right?!"

Her voice raised squeezing the handkerchief in her right fit.

She saw him gulped before answering slowly. "Yes, I am."

She took two huge steps back breathing eavily. He had known me all along. "Why you've never said anything? That day when you approached me, you knew who I was and you offered me a...job..."

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked touching his shoulder with her own. The boy, whose name wasn't obviously Jordie, nodded looking her curiously. She smirked bringin her left hand on her right one and rotating them slowly. A flame came out from her right palm, little but still powerful; red and orange like the handkerchief she had given him before.

The boy's eyes shone marveled looking the flame on her palm. "You are a grisha!"

The truth hit her hard. She raised her eyes in his letting him see the betrayal. "You had always knew what I was. That's why you gave me the job...you didn't care that I was new, you didn't care that I was the girl you met when you was a child. You wanted an Inferni to work for you!"

Every words, every attention, every talk they shared were all lies. Nothing of what he said was true, Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason, he didn't need a reason to give a job to a girl new in town, but it was clear that Kaz Brekker always had a reason. She had been only too foolish to not understand everything before.

She thought she was good to keep a secret, but something like her power couldn't pass unnoticed to Kaz Brekker. She had been a fool to believe he didn't know about her power. It was the only reason he kept her in the Dregs since the beginning.

"An inferni would have been very useful, but you have proved to know how to do your job perfectly without your power. Now, if you want to go you are free to do so. Nothing bind you here." he said, his voice cold as death.

You bound me here, she wanted to shout. But it had been Kaz's plan all along. Making her believe she was different, making her believe he saw her.

"Nothing." she repeated before walking away from his office, leaving the boy alone with the loudly silent that filled the room, staring at the handkerchief that she let fall on the ground, the only thing that had always bound them.

***

The next morning Kaz woke up and knew immediately that something was wrong. He took his cane and walked downstairs to the kitchen where he heard people talking out loud.

"I swear Jesper, when I see him I-" Wylan stop talking in the exact moment Kaz stepped in the room. The red haired boy fixed his eyes on him and before he could understand what was happening Wylan was yelling at him with all the rage he felt. "How dare you coming here like nothing happened!?"

Jesper had to put his arms around Wylan's torso to keep him from throwing himself on Kaz. "Last time I checked this was my Slat."

"And you find amusing sending people away, don't you?" Wylan spoke spitting venom from his mouth. "She needed help and you turned your back at her!"

Now Kaz needed few minutes to make his brain, still sleepy, working to connect the dots. It was clear that Wylan was talking about his sister, who seemed to have played the victim with her own brother.

"If you want to know, merchling, she decided her will herself. She came to me to let me know she was leaving." Kaz shrugged walking toward coffee machine. He didn't have the strengh to face an angry boy if he wasn't properly awake.

"As hell she did. She came to ask you what to do and you sent her away." Kaz let his words running in his head for a while, studying them one by one.

He didn't..."When she came in my office she had already decided." he refused to tell them he had seen her bags ready in her room, he refused to let someone know he cared.

"No Kaz, she didn't." This time Inej spoke, he hadn't even noticed she was there. "She wanted to leave to protect you from her father, but Wylan convinced her to slow down and come to you to ask what to do."

No, no, it was not possible. "When she came in your office she hadn't decided yet. You gave her the answer, Kaz." Jesper spoke keeping his hands on Wylan's shoulders, who now was sat on a chair with his face in his hands.

I would have noticed if she was asking me what to do. She had her bags ready...she came to me to tell me...his thoughs were running wild inside his head.

"That's it? That's what you want?"

Kaz tried to put his thoughs together. He tried to find a logic of what had happened the night before.

"You had always knew what I was. That's why you gave me the job...you didn't care that I was new, you didn't care that I was the girl you met when you was a child. You wanted an Inferni to work for you!"

No, no, no. Everything was so wrong again. He though she was going to leave him and he had let her believe that he had used her all this time. He though she was leaving him...that was the only thing he had needed to loose his mind.

"You didn't know..." whispered Inej surprised.

Kaz couldn't trust his voice enough to not break in front of everyone so he just shoke his head slowly looking the Suli girl in the eyes.

"What have you done..."murmured Jesper rubbing his eyes with his hand. "Alright, if you hurry you should arrive before the schooner leaves."

"Fifth harbour?" Kaz asked with raspy voice.

"Yes! Go!" said the Zemeni boy excited. "I love a dramatic romance."

He didn't let him repeated twice, ready to run if he had to he walked toward the door when Wylan's voice stopped him.

"Brekker, bring her back." Please, was the word the boy let unspoken.

He nodded before running toward the harbour. He took just his cloat at the door, leaving his hat behind. He couldn't let her leave again. He had to arrive in time, and if he didn't he would have swim until he'd found himself on the schooner and ask sorry to her for his infinity dullness.

"Alright then...I don't want to be of any trouble to you anymore..."

She wasn't a trouble, he wanted to shout in the air. She had never been a trouble, he was the wrong one. He was the twisted, crooked, problematic who couldn't stop himself from hurt her everytime.

"My father...I don't want any of you to be in danger because of me."

Even when she was the one in danger, she would think about him first. He didn't see it last night, too focused on accusing her of betrayal. Betrayal of what? She hadn't broken any vows she made. She wasn't bind to him, she own him nothing and surely Ketterdam did nothing to earn her protection.

Since the first day she had stayed on her own will, she had stayed beside him even when he pushed everyone away. That's what got under his skin, her perseverence. She kept fighting for him, she kept seeing good in him and the only thing he had been capable of was making her feel used and unwanted.

He saw the harbour and he barely noticed that he hadn't used his cane. It would have just slowed me, he thought already searching his girl with the eyes.

He owed her an explanation, he owed her a lot of apologies, and then she would decide if she wanted to stay. Kaz swore to everyone who was listening that if Y/n chose to stay in Ketterdam with him, he would have made sure to be worth her choice. He would fight everyday to go trought his boundaries for her, with her. He would be the man she deserved.

"The schooner for Os Kervo." Kaz asked urgently to a man. He knew Y/n, she would find a safe home in Ravka at the Little Palace where the grisha were safe and strong.

"The first one left this morning at four bells, the next it's at the berth twenty-four, leaves in half bell." the man answered.

Kaz didn't think twice and ran toward the schooner with his heart in his throat. Please, saints if you exist make sure she hadn't already left.

He felt pathetic. Never in his life he had ever prayed, but he though that if it gave him a chance to see her again that it was worth a try.

He arrived at the schooner, but looking around he didn't see her. She must be already on board, he though and without difficulty he went on the ship.

There wasn't many people, but from what Kaz knew the grisha girl could have been already in her room and there was no way to find her before that schooner left.

He felt a shiver in his spine, telling him that she was close, but he didn't know where to look. Right, left, he looked everywhere. People around him looked him worried.

She can't be gone, he kept reapeting in his head like a mantra.

"Came here to bring me back to my father?" a voice said from above him. "How much did he offer to you? Must be a lot to affront a grisha alone."

His heart missed a beat and when he looked over his head he though he might start to believe in saints.

She was there, perched on one of the boom. Her hood was up hiding her face like she always did when she was out of their zone. She was a wanted grisha now, and he felt a grip on his heart at the though that she was used to that life of a runner.

You are not alone anymore, Fire Girl, he though vividly.

"I thought you had decided to leave..." he said. It didn't sound like an apologize at all...Damn Saints, there were a bilions things he wanted to say her, and yet his throat felt dry when he could talk.

"I did." her voice was sharped as a blade and cold as ice.

He gulped, I deserve this. "I know..." He had a flashback of their first conversation at the Crows Club, and cold shivers ran in his blood. I will not make the same mistake twice. "I should have told you who I was since the beginning."

"Maybe if I knew I didn't have to hide my power you could have had your personal inferni sooner." it was his fault. He had let her believe that he wanted her just for her power, but it wasn't true. Kaz Brekker kept her with the Dregs because he couldn't bare the though of her being hurt or threated.

"Could you get off from that boom? Please..." the last word burned in Kaz's throat like fire. It wasn't easy for him to say out loud his feelings, but he knew it would have been the only thing to make her stay. He owed her the truth.

She scoffed and jumped, landing in front of him with the lightness of a feather. Crossing her arms over her chest she studyed him from under her hood, waiting for him to speak first.

You want me sto stay, you have to say it, her posture told him.

"I saw your bags in your room, I though you wanted to leave me, the Dregs. I would understand if it what you wish, but you have to know that I was angry. Angry because I though you didn't trust me. You had just packed all your things without talking to me first, I though...I though you..." said those words Kaz brekker, a voice said in his mind. "I though you used me as a protection, nothing else. And when you showed up in my office I though you were going to say me you were leaving. No question, no mouners."

She stayed silent for a bit, surely surprised by his words. He couldn't see her whole face from his height, and he needed to use all his self control to not take it and push it down.

"The only reason I decided to leave was because my father knew about you. I knew he would have used you against me if I stayed, and I couldn't put you in danger just because I wanted to be selfish." her voice had softened a bit, but it was still sharp as she was ready for any attack from him. "Wylan convinced me that you would have helped me, that you would have been willing to fight for me. But when I come to you, I find Dirtyhands planning my departure. And what I find out? That you kept me under your roof just because you knew I was a grisha."

"It's not true." he stopped her firmly. "I knew you were a grisha, but never in my head I though about using you for your power."

"Then what other reason to keep the truth about our first meeting from me?"

Now it's the moment. Don't let your shame eat you alive, put yourself together and take your Fire Girl back.

"Because I was ashamed of the man I became. Because if you knew who I was you would have seen that the little boy you met eight years ago doesn't exist anymore. You would have seen that I failed you..." saying finally those words after a year left him lighter.

She gasped softly. It's not true, I can still see that little boy right in front me... "No, I failed you. You were a child Kaz, you had no faults. I should've stayed with you."

She could see the surprise on Kaz's face when she spoke those words. She had time to think that morning, at the little boy she left alone in the streets of Ketterdam. The boy who had kept her secrets all those years and never blackmailed her.

"I don't think something would have changed. I chose my path." he said with his raspy voice. How many nights he had dreamt about that moment? When he would finally speak with her, when the little boy and the Fire Girl would meet again.

"Becasue no one was there for you. Beccause you were alone. But if someone would have taken care of you, if someone would have showed you another way, maybe everything would have been different." maybe you would have been different.

She wasn't disappointed in what Kaz had became, she knew that everything he did it was to survive at the Barrel. She was proud that he had found the strengh to fight and live; Y/n would change nothing of the man she had in front of her.

The captain of the schooner announced that they were ready to leave and Y/n took a deep breath. "You should go..."

"Come with me." his mind, his rational part stopped working. There were nothing to brake his tongue. "Eight years ago you asked me if I wanted you to stay with me, and I said no. Today I'm asking you to stay in Ketterdam, with me, with the Crows. We cant-...I can't loose you. Not again."

Her heart started to beat faster like a roller coaster. Was Kaz Brekker the one who was talking in front of her? The Bastard of the Barrel was asking her to stay with him. You are going to put him in danger, a voice in her mind reminded her.

She looked Ketterdam behind him, as she could see her father's house.

Kaz saw the shift in her face's direction, and immediately understood what was thinking that mind of her. He rose a gloved hand in front of him taking her by surprise.

"If you wish to go to Ravka I will not stop you, but if you give me a chance I'll try everyday to be the man worth to stay by your side. And I promise you..." he took a step forward making her gasp. "I promise you we will take down everyone who threat us and we'll make them know the real meaning of the word suffer."

That's the Dirtyhands I fell for, she though smiling brightly. She took his hand firmly feeling his fingers closing around hers. "Just one condition." He raised an eyebrow to say 'continue please'. "Jan Van Eck is mine, and he's not going to die until I say so."

She knew that Kaz wasn't the only one who had changed in those years, and there were no reasons to hide it. The grisha girl who lived in the shadows and the little boy who was scared would never meet again, both had died when the world had turned its back to them. Both had raised like phoenix and became stronger.

"The deal is the deal, Fire Girl." he smirked walking with her toward the berth. The schooner was already leaving and there was a little void between the berth and the schooner, so Kaz squeezed her hand and they both jumped. When their feet touched the berth he didn't notice he was laughing with her. Her hood was over her forehead and he couldn't hold it anymore, he stood in front of her with the steady hands of a magician and gently lowered it, feeling the hurge to see her smile again. "No secrets anymore."

"No secrets anymore." she replied keeping her eyes in his.

It was their promise to start from the beginning. Their past was a beautiful story to remember, but they would fight for their future side by side, and little did she know that for all the time she hadn't spoken with Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel. But the boy in front of her, with the light of hope in his dark eyes was the normal, simple Kaz Rietveld.

A/N:OH MY GOODNESS WE ARE HERE! This is the end of the story of our lovely, brave Fire Girl and our little, cute Kaz. I think I can cry... This is the chapter that most I love of the series and I think you can see why! Writing it was so emotional and still so easy, I knew from the first moment how I wanted their story to end and how I wanted to write it. I have many ideas for a future book with those two idiots, but in the mean time...would you like a bonus chapter where we are gonna see how they're managing they're "relationship"? Maybe where he tells her his real name...👀 but now tell me, what was the part that you most liked? Would have you made the same decisions as them? MY CHAT AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN SOO I'm gonna wait you there ;)

p.s. : who recognize the scene from an old tv series for young I took ispiration for the fight and the departure? 👀

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 6

Word Count: 3,708

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning and Pens

Notes: So I decided to concentrate on this story a little more than my other ones, since we are now in the conference finals. So my two other stories will sit on the backburner for a bit. Don’t worry they will be back and I still work on them from time to time. But for now please enoy this one...haha As always feedback is welcome! Happy Reading!

It seemed like every time you saw one of the players in the lobby, you were trying to determine if they were the one that sent you the cryptic text message. Cross-referencing the information that you had on the players didn't help as you didn't have most of their phone numbers in the hotel computer system. Two days later and you were no closer to finding out who sent it then you were the day you got it. "I don't know Car, it's putting me on edge," you told your best friend over coffee out in the courtyard.

"Does it matter? It's not like you've had a horrible time with any of them. Or have you?" Carly's eyes got wide at just the thought.

"Of course, not."

"Well then no harm, no foul right?" She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "You need to have some fun. You've been so wound tight over this, I doubt you've gotten off in the last forty-eight hours." You literally almost spit your iced coffee out of your mouth. "What? Have you? You haven't told me about anything since the Sid thing, and that was almost three days ago if you consider that was the night before."

"I don't tell you everything you know." You countered once you'd regained your composure.

"Look getting off by your own hand over the phone with Tyler, does not count. And don't try to tell me that didn't happen." Carly tapped the side of her cup waiting for you to answer but then decided to keep going. "I mean he did buy you those shoes, the man had to get something in return. Not to mention, you were flushed when you came back down to the lobby."

"Oh my god, shut up!" Well if she had just experienced what you did, she would've been hot and bothered as well. "And it wasn't my own hand," you hissed back.

"OH! Do tell?"

"What are we telling?" Brayden Point asked as he sat down beside Carly and now it was she who was blushing and not you.

"Just talking about the schedule," you said in hopes to cover.

"Please (Y/N), it's not like Brayden doesn't know about your little sexcapades." The fact that you were trying to think of several ways to murder your best friend with a cup of coffee, should've been evident with the look you gave her. "He was playing strip poker with us," Carly added by way of excuse. "I was just saying she's tense and that she needs to get some."

"Oh if that's all, there are about a dozen guys within earshot willing to help you out with that you know." He said looking around the courtyard to see who was there. "In fact…"

"Don't you dare." Your teeth were clenched as you sternly chided Point. "Just because you two are fucking like rabbits every spare moment doesn't mean that I need to."

"I'm just saying, pick one of these guys and they'll literally be putty in your hands. You don't know how many of them are sexually frustrated." This wasn't a revelation by any means out of Brayden's mouth. You'd seen the looks even from guys that shouldn't be giving them. Why you'd let the text message bother you so much you didn't know, but you needed to get out of this conversation that was for sure.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." You told them both. "You two enjoy your….break. I expect you'll be back working in say…an hour Car?"

Brayden checked his watch then quickly got up, grabbing Carly by the hand. "An hour…yep, I'll have her back by then." The two left and you just sat there chuckling to yourself as you sipped on your iced latte macchiato. Scrolling through your phone, you weren't surprised to get a text message from Tyler. He'd pretty much messaged you all the time and of course, you'd enjoyed another night of fun over FaceTime as well. Which Carly knew nothing about thankfully. You flicked over to messages to see what Tyler had to say today.

Tyler: Hey Babygirl! How's bubble life today?

(Y/N): Just enjoying some sunshine at the moment. How about you?

Tyler: Just missing you. When can we FaceTime again?

(Y/N): Are you missing me or just horny?

Tyler: Can't I just want to talk to you? I miss you.

Why did Tyler have to say things like that? He was a natural flirt but lately, he'd been taking your whole friends with benefits things and pushing it to the border. The only thing you could do is try and guard your heart for he wasn't the relationship type of guy.

(Y/N): You can, I just know you 😉

Tyler: Sometimes I wonder if you do…

(Y/N): What does that mean?

Tyler: ….

Tyler: Nothing…

Tyler: Can we talk soon though?

(Y/N): Yes, you have a game tonight, right?

Tyler: Yes

(Y/N): Well I'll be watching and cheering for you.

Tyler: ❤

(Y/N): I'll call you tomorrow

Tyler: Promise?

(Y/N): Yes ❤

Tyler: Good, miss you 😘

"Boo," you heard from behind you as someone jabbed your ribs. Quickly you closed your phone not knowing who just made you jump out of your seat.

"Tom, you scared the shit out me." Tom Wilson scooted in the seat beside you, even though there were empty ones where you wouldn't be on top of one another.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but um not. You're cute when you're flustered like this."

"I'm not flustered," you insisted even as your heart still wasn't beating properly.

"Mmmhmm, well you were certainly lost in thought. What's so interesting on that phone?" He tried to grab it away from you, but you were faster.

"Business, which you don't need to see."

"Oh, thought you might be reading over a certain text." He had a wicked gleam in his eye and suddenly you knew that he was the one who you'd been wondering about for the last two days.

"And what text would that be? I don't think I've gotten anything in important."

"Aww, come on (Y/N), don't play hard to get. You know I haven't forgotten that you still owe me that kiss?" Wilson nudged you and gave you a little wink.

"And what have you come to collect it now? Out here where everyone can see us? Because I clearly remember you saying something about not wanting to do it with a pair of eyes watching?" You weren't opposed to kissing Tom, in fact, quite the opposite. He was handsome and perfectly chiseled in all the right places. Though you wouldn't mind getting his shirt off of him and checking out his abs. Tyler had the perfect six-pack abs, but you had a feeling Wilson could give him a run for his money.

"I'm not collecting it now, just thought maybe I could set up a little date to collect later tonight?"

"You don't have a game or anything?" You knew he didn't, but you also didn't want to seem overly eager at him coming to your suite.

"Not until Monday, so my night is pretty free."

"I suppose we could work something out." You glanced down at the calendar on your phone, already knowing that you were free. "Anytime after eight should be good." You were actually free before that, but he didn't need to know that.

"Fine, then I'll see you at eight and be prepared for the night of your life."

"Someone's awful confident." You told him as he strolled away.

"With good reason," he mouthed back before heading back inside. God, he could be so cocky at times. You really needed to get back inside and make sure things were running smoothly, now that the bubble had been more open you had not only your teams there but the others as well, as they were allowed to use all the amenities the hotel had to offer which were quite a lot. Walking back inside the hotel, it was hard not to notice there were players everywhere. It occurred to you then, that you had a type, and that type just happened to be every man walking around in your building. Each day it got harder and harder to concentrate on actually working, but that's what you did the rest of the day, finally calling it a night around seven.

You headed up to your suite, grabbed something quick to eat, then waited for Tom to show up. Eight o'clock came and went and still the handsome winger didn't show up. You were beginning to think that Tom just liked to play games and you weren't in the mood for them tonight for, despite your protests, Carly was right; you were in the mood for a little fun. When ten o'clock rolled around you completely gave up on him coming and headed upstairs to get ready for bed. At least Tom's absence let you keep your word to Tyler as you were able to catch his game. Unfortunately, he didn't quite play as well as you knew that he wanted too.

You were just about asleep when you heard a loud knock at the door, so throwing on your robe, you padded down the stairs to answer it. The clock on your phone told you it was just past eleven. When you opened the door and Tom was standing there you weren't really surprised. "I'm sorry but the offer expired about three hours ago." You told him before going to shut the door.

"Babe, don't be like that," he said jamming his foot in the door so that you couldn't close it. "Sorry I'm late but it couldn't be helped."

With a roll of your eyes, you stepped aside to let him in, though you weren't entirely sure if you were letting him stay or not. "You have two minutes before I throw you out of my room."

"Don't be like that. I had to watch film and then the guys got to talking. I couldn't just get up and tell them I was coming up here." He made a move to run his hand down your silk-clad shoulder but you brushed him off. "If I would've done that, you'd have bigger problems then me being late as every freaking player would be at your door."

He had a point, as so far none of your escapades had gotten out, at least to your knowledge. "Do you want a drink?"

"Would love one." He followed you over to the fully stocked bar. Grabbing the bourbon off the shelf, you poured yourself a dram on the rocks, while cocking an eye at him for his choice. "Make it two, though I'd prefer it neat." Sliding the glass over to him, you took a small sip, letting the liquor warm you up, not only to the night air but also to the man in your room. "So, does this mean you aren't mad anymore?"

"I was never mad, Tom. I'm just not a person to be kept waiting. There are plenty of men in this hotel in case you haven't noticed."

"Look I get it, you didn't have to wait for me, but I'm glad you did." You let his hand grab your waist and pull you toward him. It drifted lower to the swell of your ass and suddenly the liquor wasn't the only thing making the room hot. "Do I still get that kissed I'm owed, or are you saving it for someone else?"

You pretended to mull it over in your mind. To say that you hadn't thought about it, since that first night would've been a complete lie. "What do you say we play for it?" This all started with a game of pool; it might as well end there.

"Ok so I win and I still get the kiss." He stated and you nodded your agreement.

"And if I win, I get to choose if you do or don't." If he could play nice then maybe you'd let him have a prize at the end, but if not, you could send him on his way.

The confidence in his gaze wasn't lost on you as he agreed to the terms. You racked up the balls then let him break. As a striped ball went in, he claimed those, leaving you with the solids to clear off the table. When it came time for your first shot, you took the opportunity to stick your ass out just a little more tempting him for making you wait for him. His hand went to caress the silk, yet you straightened. "Tsk, tsk, you haven't won yet," you chided him then bent back down to take your shot, which went in. You sunk the next two as well and you could see that he'd underestimated you.

"I see how it is," he remarked lining up for his next attempt. "You try to act all cute and innocent when this is really your game and you're making me pay." His ball traveled across the table, going down in the corner pocket. The two of you were pretty evenly matched in this game it would come down to the end to see who would be crowned the victor. Though until that time, you took a minute to appreciate his fine form. Long lean muscles that stretched across the fabric of his shirt made your mouth water. He bent over the table, just as you did, giving you a nice view of his firm bottom. All in all, Tom Wilson was a perfect specimen of the male form, that was for sure, and as the game went on you wondered if what was underneath his clothing was just as flawless.

When it was finally your turn, you didn't miss the opportunity to turn him on as much as he did you. Your robe, now draped seductively off your shoulder, giving him a chance to ogle over your breasts. As you looked across the table you couldn't help but notice the distinct bulge in his pants and you bit down on your lip as you took the shot. There were a few shots left on the table, as you made your way over to take a sip of your drink, letting your hand ghost along his thigh as you reached over for it. You heard his sharp intake of breath, then felt his hand skim over your hip. "What if I declared you the winner right now?" He asked, his hand now rubbing circles on your skin and you could feel yourself getting damp.

"Hmm," you hummed your response, your body already deciding to give in to him. His hand moved the tie of your belt where you felt him fiddling with the fabric there before he undid the knot. "How about we call it a tie?"

His eyebrows raised at your words and you could tell he was intrigued, but he didn't know if he should proceed or not. "If that means we both win, I'm all for that." You took that last step, so that you were fully between his spread legs on the barstool that he occupied, before leaning down and covering your mouth with his. He abandoned his drink so that his hand could sneak inside your robe and caress the silk chemise you wore. Your tongues tangled with each other as the kiss grew hot and heavy. Tom clearly knew how to kiss, as your brain started to get fuzzy and lose all train of thought. The cue stick landed on the marble floor with a thud and then you heard it roll away as it dropped out of your hands so that you could thread your hands threw his hair. Tom stood then, walking you both backward until you bumped against the pool table. His hands that had been on your hips moments ago, now trailed up your sides to your shoulders where he pushed the sleeves of the robe off and it fell to the ground. Breaking the kiss, his mouth traveled southward, down your neck to your collarbone, where he sucked tenderly at the skin there. Your head fell back giving him great access, as you moaned out in pleasure. This is exactly what you wanted and needed, to feel someone's lips against your skin. Why you'd denied yourself this pleasure over the last couple days you didn't know.

The strap of your left chemise fell off, exposing your breast yet still covering the nipple. Tom's hand came up to cup it then, his lips ghosting ever so softly, till he revealed the peak and then took it inside his mouth. He tweaked and nibbled there, then lifted you up on the table, scrunching your chemise up at the same time. He tugged you close to the edge, spreading your legs before dropping down to his knees. "No panties?" He questioned and you simply shrugged. It wasn't like you expected him to come knocking at your door or anyone for that matter. It was just a preference you had when you slept. He licked between your folds then, tasting your essence before slipping a finger inside you. You wanted more of his tongue for that one little lick just wasn't enough but he didn't give it to you. Instead, his finger worked in and out of you. It was nice but it would never be enough to get you off.

When he added a second you moaned your approval hoping for more, but still, it was lackluster. He kissed your inner thigh, your stomach, everywhere but your clit, which was seeking attention. "More," you urged and he took that as a cue to thrust his fingers in and out of you faster. It wasn't enough yet you could see the eagerness in his eyes. How could someone so skilled with kissing not use those lips to pleasure your pussy. Skating your hand down your body, you found your clit and started to rub, but he nudged your fingers aside. You whimpered and he took that as a good sign as his fingers started to slow. The man obviously wasn't used to taking cues from women for you felt his fingers slide out of you thinking you'd cum. Short of coming out and telling him to suck on your clit, which you were pretty close to doing, you were sure you weren't going to get off. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, backing him off at the same time. Maybe he was better with his dick then he was his mouth.

You switched positions, him now leaning against the pool table and you kneeling in front of him. You reached up and yanked his bottoms down, setting his cock free. It was average in size and you brought it to your lips, where you dropped little kisses all around the head and shaft, before opening your mouth and sucking it inside. Tom's hands pulled your hair back so he could see you sucking on his cock. "So pretty," he murmured as you swallowed most of him in your mouth. As you took him out, you pressed your tongue along the underside of his dick. It was a move that drove him wild as the hand that was in your hair now urged you back onto his member. You hollowed out your cheeks sucking more and more of him inside, as his hips started to flex into you. He held your head still as he fucked your face. When he hit the back of your throat you gagged and coughed. This only spurred him on more as once again he was thrusting into your mouth. Your hands snuck down to squeeze his balls. It sent Tom over the edge, and you felt his hot cum hit the back of your throat. You swallowed the sticky substance down, though if given a choice you would've rather not. "That was so fuck hot," Tom said as he helped you to your feet. "Your mouth is amazing." You would've like to return the compliment but it wasn't possible. There was always hope that the sex would be better, well that was until, he said, "You wore me out, woman. I'm exhausted." Really? So, he gets to cum and you don't. Where was the fairness in that? He reached for his shorts and pulled them back on. So that was that then.

You grabbed your robe off the floor and put it on, then walked him to the door. No reason for him to stick around when you needed to head back upstairs and get yourself off. "Well…" you started and weren't really sure what else to say. "It's been…interesting." That was at least one way to put your evening with Tom.

"Yeah, we'll have to do it again sometime." He said then kissed you. All you could think of was, why couldn't he have used those techniques on your pussy.

Once the two of you broke apart, you bid him goodnight shutting the door behind. Was it bad to hope that the Capitals got knocked out in the first round? You supposed as long as you kept that thought to yourself it wasn't. By the time you dragged yourself upstairs you ended up just falling asleep, you already knew that tomorrow you were going to be having more fun with Tyler on the phone and well even though it was a vibrator, it was a lot more fun than anything you'd experienced with Tom that night.

Morning came and you went about your normal routine. Again, the hotel was crowded as it seemed more players from the other hotel were coming over. There was a ton of interaction between all the guys and for the most part it seemed friendly. You were just about to grab a quick bite for dinner when Logan came up and grabbed you. "There's a fight in the lobby. You've gotta come quick." With all of his false alarms recently, you were reluctant to believe him, but since you were only a room away you hurriedly followed him to the lobby. Unfortunately for you, Logan had been telling the truth as you saw fists start to fly.

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marvel-ousnesss · 4 years

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Safe Heaven (Warren Worthington III x reader)

Requested by @kurt-nightcrawler: Um, your masterlist is small so I’ll request something. maybe like, quarantine is getting to y/n and her family keeps arguing and she feels like she’s going to burst out sobbing at any moment but no tears can come out, so she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, scott summers or warren worthington. You don’t have to, considering breaking quarantine is really serious and shouldn’t happen, despite it slowly being lifted in some places, but idk.

A/N: So, I just finished a long ass finals 'week' which lasted almost a fucking month (online classes, yay). Here's one of the requests I had pending; feedback is always welcome so, if you have any advice or find any mistakes, you know what to do. Enoy…. Ps: Stay safe 💜💜💜

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x reader

Warning: Quarentine breaking with no mask on / a bit of angst at the beginning but a sweet, fluffy ending to make it up to you.

Word count: 1168

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You climbed the stairs to your room as fast as your feet would allow it. As soon as you got there, you let yourself collapse. The raging voices of your parents could still be heard clearly, so you made one last effort and closed the door, but that didn't help as you thought it would. Your head was pounding, and it didn't matter how hard you tried to breathe, all you achieved was to let out a string of choked whimpers.

Your eyes closed and you found yourself wiping your burning cheeks but, to your surprise, your face was completely dry. Your body shook with an avalanche of Whimpers and erratic, gasping breaths. You tried hugging yourself in a failed attempt to feel safer, only then did you realize that your legs were beginning to feel numb. Running a clammy hand through your hair, you let your mind soar through the possibilities you had.

Charles had called a few times in the past weeks to make sure you were doing okay, and you were sure he'd happily take you in; but you decided against calling him, afraid of being too much of a burden. Same went for Scott and Alex, who had even offered to sneak you out of your house and into theirs. You were grateful for your friends, truly; but, despite their good intentions, thinking of them added weight to your aching chest.

You dragged yourself to the bathroom and eyed your reflection for a moment. Your skin was red and your head seemed to be dead weight over your shoulders. You washed the sweat off your hands and sprinkled your face with cold water. After stuffing some clothes and a few things in a duffle bag and grabbing your phone, wallet and keys, you opened your bedroom window and jumped without a second thought.

Only then did you realise how late it was; the navy blue had long ago replaced the fresh, golden tone that you had only witnessed from your window throughout the day. Night air was crisp, making you shiver when you felt it creep past the material of your -- Warren's-- hoodie, through the openings it had on the back. Placing the hood on your head, you cursed when you noticed that you had, in fact, also forgotten to grab a mask. So, you lightly tugged on the collar, making sure your nose and mouth were covered as you walked to your boyfriend's house.

You embraced the silence of the empty streets as you calmly strolled, taking a moment to calm down. At least that's what you tried to do before your train of thought was stopped before it began to run. The scene was invaded by red and blue lights, hand in hand with the blaring sound of sirens. You sprinted toward a nearby bush and squatted, concentrating on your bag and clothes. You raised a hand to check and, when you didn't see it, you couldn't help it but grin. You had been perfecting your technique for the past few weeks, so that you could extend your power enough to cover nearby objects.

When the street was cleared once again, you sprinted around the corner and inside the familiar apartment building. You opened the door and, once inside, took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve for a moment, then knocked the door a few times. You took a step back and glued your gaze to the ground before the blonde boy you so desperately wanted to see opened the door for you.

"Y/N?" He stepped aside to let you in.

"Hi, Warr." You looked at him with glassy eyes, but managed to give him a quivering smile.

He immediately reached out to hug you, but stepped back; knowing what had stopped him, you kicked your shoes off, dropped the bag and took off his hoodie, revealing a thin, black tee. Then, it was you who leaped toward him and put your arms around him, burying your face in his chest and letting your senses envelope the familiar scent that made you feel warm and safe.

That's when you let your walls fall. Unafraid of consequences, Tears rained from your eyes and onto Warren's shirt, and your sobs echoed throughout the small apartment. You held onto Warren for dear life, as you --he thought-- explained what happened in mumbles that were inaudible, as your face was still resting against him.

"Are- are you okay?" he asked, rubbing your back soothingly.

You dryly chuckled at his question, even if he had considerably opened up since his arrival at the mansion, he still hadn't completely figure out how to lull or console someone. You found his awkwardness cute and comforting.

"Can we just….," your voice faded into his chest as you hugged him tighter, which he immediately corresponded. He kissed the top of your head and embraced you with his wings, to which you sighed in contempt.

When he sensed your breathing had become less erratic, he looked down at you and and offered, "Go have a shower and I'll wash this."

"'Kay." You hugged him one last time, got your some stuff out of the bag, and headed to the bathroom. He grabbed the hoodie and placed it on the washing machine, then sprayed alcohol over your bag and shoes, placing them right by the door.

You bumped into Warren walking out of the bathroom. As you brushed the last strands of your hair, you let your gaze follow him as he carried a blanket to the living room. Knowing exactly what he was up to, you followed him with a bright smile on your face. One of your favorite things about him was the way in which, even if he tried to seem aloof and closed off, he knew exactly what to do to make you feel better, and never failed to put a smile on your face.

He tumbled onto the couch when he arrived to the living room and placed the blanket on the spot beside him, still neatly folded.

"C'mere," he patted the spot beside him, but you declined with a soft smile.

"Just a sec," you said, "gonna make some tea."

Grabbing your wrist gently, he scoffed, "what kind of boyfriend do you take me for, princess, 'm way ahead of you."

With his head, he motioned toward the table; you followed his eyes and found two cups of steaming hot herbal tea. You beamed and shook your head.

"Of course you are."

Before taking a place next to him, you wrapped yourself in the blanket. Then you curled up into Warren; he adjusted his position and gently pulled you down, so the two of you were laying on the couch, with his arm and wings around you. Then he hit play, and your favorite movie began playing on the T.V screen.

In that moment, you knew… There was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be.

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cantsaythetword · 5 years

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Show me what you got!

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your-highnessmarvel · 7 years

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Snapchat and Instagram

Mash up of two very amazing requests.

Requested by Anon: Hello!! I love all of your work so much it makes me so happy and I was wondering if you could make a super fluffy imagine with Loki where you two started off a distant, living in Stark Tower, but grew closer as time went on and you teach him new things every day and today is sleepovers?? Like you got together in your room, watched movies, played games (truth or dare), and (after lots of begging) convinced him to let you braid his hair (but you know he loves it) Thank you so much 💕💕

Hii i was wondering if you could do an imagine where you're with Loki when everyone else is out on a mission or something and you're playing around with the filters on snapchat and it's really fluffy and carefree?? thanks if you can :))) btw I love all your work so much it makes me so happy you don't understand 💕

A/N: Wow thank you so much. These requests are gold.

Warnings: none just fluff

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The thing about platonic relationships is that they are so fulfilling in the most prude kind of ways. You don’t have to be sexual in any way; just enjoy each other’s presence. Of course, you and Loki’s relationship started off as distant evil stares and snarky remarks.

“What is he even doing here?”

“It wouldn’t be fun if I wasn’t.”

Yet you always found yourself alone with the God of Mischief in the tower. You’d stick to watching your shows and he’d be up to God knows what in his room, which he always referred to as his chambers. He was an extremely reserved person; always kept to himself and especially loved his secrets.

But then one afternoon he caught you watching Vampire Diaries and he couldn’t help but drop some snarky remarks about vampires. He stood in the kitchen with a glass of Chardonnay and just kept yelling things across the room. “Those vampires are way too pretty to be vampires,” he yelled.

“What would you know?” you yelled back.

He shrugged, sipping on his drink. “They’re usually really white, almost green, and they have these obnoxiously long fangs and red eyes. They’re gross too. They never wash.” He visibly shivered, which made you giggle. For some awkward reason, since that day, you were like two peas in a pot.

You guys started off with some shopping sprees to get Loki some very much needed modern clothes. Then Loki decided you needed some good makeup tips, and also a wardrobe change because most of your clothes consisted of sweat pants and grey hoodies.

After the initial wave of shopping and tea sipping, you guys started listening to shows together. You’d show Loki how to navigate Netflix and how to listen to trailers on YouTube. He’d show you some quick magic tricks and you’d tease him, calling him a warlock. Loki would indulge in binge watching Vampire Diaries and Riverdale, but his favorite show was obviously Vikings. You’d sit beside him and paint your toe nails or play catch with popcorn.

“These shows are stupid,” he’d say while he pressed the button to start the next episode.

“Then why do you keep watching it?”

You’d play some stupid board games and cards until the little hours of the morning. Loki would get curious about phones and you’d have to show him what an e-mail was or a text.

Then there would be the times when the team would be out on a mission, leaving just the two of you and the entire tower to yourselves. Loki would take our the rhum and glasses, you’d put on the music. You’d both get hella drunk, giggling and laughing over who fell over first.

Then you’d play games. The best part.

“Truth or dare!” you squeaked.

“Lame!” he’d call from the kitchen, while you giggled on the sofa, watching him fill up the glasses again.

“You’re pathetic and a coward if you don’t play.”

“Fine, but I get to go first!” He was always the one to make the rules, but that didn’t bother you. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Do you find Bucky cute?”

Loki caught the pillow that you threw at him, laughing when he caught the look of anger on your face. “First of all,” you growled, “I like women. Second of all, that would be none of your business.”

“Oh, come on,” he drawled, smirking like a little devil. “Then you like Nat.”

“Wanda.” The look of utter seriousness on your face baffled him. His mouth opened in a little “o” and then he started guffawing, bringing the glasses to the table.

“I am eternally surprised by you.”

“My turn,” you said, smiling, clinking your glass with his. “I dare you to let me braid your hair.”

He plopped down on the couch next to you, sighing, sipping on his rhum and coke. A moment of silence passed until he leaned his head into your lap, smiling like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “My weakness is hair play,” he teased, his tone suggestive. You slapped his shoulder, but nonetheless dug your hands into the silky smooth texture of his midnight hair.

You braided his hair into cornrows along the curve of his skull. He let you braid until he had a dozen little cornrows braided in his dark hair. “Now you look gangsta,” you giggled, taking him by the shoulders to straighten him up.

He was sleepy, looking goofy and dazed, eyes glazed and a lazy smile on his mouth.

“Let’s take some pictures,” you suggested, taking your phone out and opening Snapchat. “This is going to be the best story ever.”

He didn’t say much. He was too drunk and sleepy to say anything but mumble here and there. He let you take selfies with him, changing the filters from goofy, to reindeer, to a crown of hearts. “Oh, that one makes me look gorgeous,” he cooed, posing, puckering his lips like a girl would.

“Wait, check his one out.” You changed the filter to the googly eyes and Loki yelped, leaning closer.

“What is that?” He was actually concerned, which made you giggle uncontrollably.

You switched the filter to the golden crown of butterflies, making Loki gasp and strike another pose. “I look like a diva,” he muttered.

“That’s because you are,” you answered, shoving him with your shoulder. “And this is going on Instagram.” You saved all the pictures you took and posted them on Insta with the caption “Here is a full-tilt diva with me next to him.”

Safe to say you got close to a thousand likes on those pictures.

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isotuan · 8 years

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Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))

“Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.”

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

The second you heard that door’s lock click, you practically kicked the damn thing open, yelling all sort of things because you were on the verge of hypothermia by the time he finally decided to answer the door.

“What took you so long?” You huffed, quickly burying yourself deep into the blanket that was thrown messily onto the couch. You could choke the kid right then and there if you wanted you, but you spared yourself from having to lose any one of your fingers because you swore if he had taken any longer your fingers would have fallen off.

“Sorry, I was making myself yogurt,” he answered with his mouth full, the bowl of said yogurt in one hand, a spoon in the other.

“Yogurt.”

He nodded to that.

“So you’re saying,” you breathed in, trying to stay as calm as possible. “You left me out in the cold…

“…For yogurt.”

He nodded to that, too.

You breathed out, “I trying my hardest right now not to strangle you to death, Jungkook.”

“Jeez, calm down,” he narrowed his eyes at you and looked as if you were crazy.

“Are you serious?” You glared at him, “You’re the one that asked me to help you study.”

“I did,” Jungkook agreed. “But this yogurt, though.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Your priorities are fucked up.”

You pushed yourself off the couch and made your way to the kitchen to make some much-needed hot tea because the blanket wasn’t much help. You noticed the moment you stepped into his kitchen you could tell why Jungkook was preaching his yogurt so damn much. Cut up pieces of strawberry and a bruised banana peel lay above a cutting board with bits of granola scattered all over. He would be the person that was extra as shit when is came to something as simple as eating yogurt. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he had carved a rose out of strawberry for decoration. He was extra like that and he’d always been that way ever since you met him two years ago, much to your dismay. This with his cocky attitude, you were surprised you even a year being friend with this asshole.

“I swear if you touch my yogurt—” you heard him call for the living room.

“I won’t, dickhead.”

“Yah, wake up,” you gave the snoring boy and flick on the forehead.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he grumbled, rubbing the reddening spot on his forehead as his straightened back up in his seat. It had been about four hours since you two had begun studying, the digital clock Jungkook had in his room now read 1:39 am. On the desk were scribbled notes, note cards, scattered highlighters, and the numerous Psychology textbooks you’d borrowed from the library earlier on that day. You managed to keep him awake most of the time but would occasionally have to land a smack on the back of his head to keep him awake and focused.

You leaned on the armrest of your chair, “How do you expect to get a decent score on this test if you don’t focus?”

“A passing grade is fine for me.”

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes. “You were so hardworking back then, what the fuck happened.”

He chuckled, “I don’t know. Ask Taehyung or Jimin.”

“On second thought, I don’t even want to know what you guys did,” you snarled, remembering all the nights you had to drag all three of them from a party because they got too shitted to get a ride home themselves. Thankfully it was mainly last year and that their party phase died down since then.

“Why study when you can just party and get laid?” Jungkook said and you swore you a gagged a bit.

“Really?” You looked at him questioningly.

“Really what?”

“One, that’s the worst motto to have,” you looked at him with distaste. “Two, you stopped partying ever since that one night at a random frat house, remember that?”

You could see Jungkook visible cringe at the memory of that horrible night. “I’m never going to parties ever again,” you remembered him say when you helped him haul himself out of a dumpster the day after.

“Now you barely get out of the house unless you really need to or when Jin forces you to. All you do now is play The Sims and go bowling on weekdays.”

Jungkook shrugged, “It’s not a bad lifestyle.”

You ignored him and continued on with your point. “And ‘get laid?’” you laughed out loud. “I haven’t seen you with a girl since forever.”

Jungkook gasped, “I am offended.”

It was now your turn to shrug, “It’s not a lie.”

Jungkook, legitimately offended it seemed, spoke, “Girls love me.”

“Right,” you rolled your eyes. “As you can barely even talk to a girl or be in the same room as them.”

“Of course I can,” he crossed his arms over his chest and held his chin up high.

You looked at him, confused at his words as they seemed to reflect everything but the truth. “Jungkook,” you said. “Don’t shit around. I know you. And I know that you know damn well that you can’t handle girls.”

“That not true-”

“You get too nervous and would make up some lame excuse just to get out of a situation that involved girls, like ‘I left my gas on, gotta go,’ which you have actually used before.”

“Not credible information.”

“And how do you expect for women to like you if you can’t even engage in conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Again, you get too nervous.”

“No, I don’t get nervous around girls. That’s a fact.”

“Not credible information,” you mocked him. He narrowed his eyes, annoyed and fired up about the subject.

“And for your information, I, Jeon Jungkook” he pointed a finger at you, “am irresistible to all women across this nation. That’s another fact.”

“Again, not credible information,” you shook your head and he huffed.

“Oh, really?” Jungkook said. “Name one person.”

“Let’s see—Everyone? Literally, go ask anyone! A real example, me,” you said. “I don’t get turned on by you, I can’t ever imagine ever being turned on by you.”

Jungkook paused for a second, looked as if he was thinking, “Oh, really?”

You nodded sternly.

“You wanna try?” He suddenly said.

“What?”

He spun his chair towards you, body fully facing you, “Try not to get turn on by me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “That’s very funny.” But as you began to turn back to the work in front of you Jungkook stopped you, placing his large hand on your knee.

What the fuck.

You looked back at him, his face barely readable, but by the way, he had his face tilted up and a brow slightly raised, he was challenging you. You wanted to ask just what the hell was running through his mind. This fucker really thinks—you mused to yourself of which within that very second, you’d ultimately decided that—

It’ll be fun—

—Prove this little shit wrong.

And more prove yourself right.

“Fine—”

You brushed off Jungkook’s hand and stood up.

“What—”

Before he could finish, you’d already maneuvered your way so you were standing directly in front of himself, slightly in between his legs.

“—Try not to get nervous then.”

“Wait, what, this was my idea—”

You quickly kneeled down which shut him up and placed your torso in between his legs and a hand on his knee. You looked back up at Jungkook, he had his eyes glued on the placement of your hand before meeting your sight and his wide eyes blinked hard before dropping back down to your hand. He was completely taken by surprise, you could most definitely tell, but he was too speechless to even utter a word. You smirked and began inching up your hand up his leg and you took this chance to just slightly brushed your fingertips with the inside of his muscular thigh, feeling it tense up under your hot touch. You could see his chest rise up in a heavy gasp. You wanted to laugh.

Strike one.

You pushed yourself up, hand still locked onto his thigh and you moved a bit closer to him, where your free hand was resting on the armrest beside him and your knee was resting in the empty spot on his seat between his legs. You finally let your hand that was on his thigh leave its spot but rather let it slowly travel up and up his leg and onto his torso. You allowed your finger to lightly hook onto the waistband of his exposed Calvin Kleins before effortlessly dragging the end of his white tee up his body, his glowing skin gradually became more and more exposed. You never once let your eyes strip away from him which was why, when you purposely let your fingertips faintly line the dips of his sculpted stomach, you saw his Adam’s apple bob violently.

Strike two.

You eventually let loose of the shirt the moment your hand reached his bottom of his neck of which you instead began tracing your finger along his neckline and down his sharp jaw. You stopped once you reached his chin and you rested your fingers on it and carefully tilted his head up, which closed in the proximity from a couple of centimeters to barely a centimeter. Jungkook’s round eyes met yours and you kept the eye contact for a solid second, watching as his pupil double in size. However, that moment was short-lived when Jungkook’s gaze dropped down to your lips and his pink tongue swiped across his thin bottom lip in much anticipation. You smirked and took no time to inch closer and closer to him to the point where your lips sharing just about the same air and that a kiss would just seal in that empty space. As you moved, you could feel his thunderous pulse beating under your fingertips and practically hear his heart pound right out of his chest.

Strike three.

“You got nervous,” you spoke a just your lips were about to touch and you pushed yourself off Jungkook, leaving him beet-red and completely dumbfounded in his seat.

(( Note: See? I feel like this one is so meh, I might delete this later on :/// ))

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ndrv3-imagine · 8 years

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NDRv3 Girls - Headcanons with a Shy S/O

Sure thing! This was written from all three mods so we hope you enoy! - Mod Kaito,Mod Saihara and Mod Rantarou

Kaede Akamatsu:

She knows how nervous and shy you can get around people

So when you do she quietly drags you out to the music room and plays piano for you

Her piano music is probably the best method to calm you

If there’s no way of playing piano for you, she sometimes records her own music and puts it in a special folder on her phone

Cue to her handing it out to you and putting earbuds so you can hear it

Also will hold hands to reassure you that she is there for you

Miu Iruma:

Would probably tease you a bit

I lied, she would tease you a lot

But she would also think that it’s quite adorable how you blush??

Would literally do anything to get a blush out of you

Including dick jokes

But if she saw that other people are making her s/o really uncomfortable and/or shy

Boi, hell is coming for that person. She would get Mad™

Would send one of her creations to eliminate make that person learnt their lesson

Tsumugi Shirogane:

She’s a literal sweetheart to you.

She catches you watching her make her cosplays from time to time, and so when she senses that you’re upset in public she always brings you to her room so you can watch her sew.

She always offers her hand as something you can clutch in case you’re feeling nervous.

She also buys you a bunch of colorful little strings and beads to braid when you’re feeling nervous.

She won’t try and argue with the person who has made you uncomfortable, because she knows you don’t like that, but she always asks for the help of her friends to settle things.

Tenko Chabashira:

Tenko won’t understand why you’re shy at first.

She’s the most outgoing girl you know, and sometimes she does things in public that brings attention to you too.

But once she learns about your shyness, she immediately stops and apologizes about everything.

She’s learnt to be slightly quieter with you around.

Slightly, because she just can’t fully fully keep her mouth shut, but you love how hard she’s trying.

When you’re feeling shy, she’ll bring you to a seat nearby and sit next to you,placing one hand on your lap,

and she’ll just be silent, allowing you to calm yourself down, and when you’re feeling better, gives you a sweet peck on the cheek and offers to go where ever you want.

Kirumi Tojo:

She looks up tips and tricks on what she can do to help you.

Every time she notices you’re uncomfortable, she’ll bring you to an empty room and tell you what she’ll try today.

After a few tries, you both figure out that classical music helps calm you down.

She downloads various tracks on her phone, and even some of Kaede’s piano songs just in case.

You also tell her how you love watching her clean, so sometimes, she’ll just play classical music and bring you to a room she needed to clean for the day.

Your favorite way to escape from your shyness, however, is just hugging her, and if she’s honest,

It’s her favorite way too.

Maki Harukawa:

probably is the silent protector

if you feel uncomfortable at a certain place, she would appear quite standoff-ish to everyone else

“my dudes you gotta chill s/o is not feelin it” is basically what she means

she squeezes your hand reassuringly, sending the message that she’s there for you

there are times where you both are quiet and it’s very peaceful

Angie Yonaga:

Let’s be real, Angie is a little ball of sunshine and energy

She would try everything in her power to help her shy s/o

She would give her s/o a sketchbook and a few pencils so she can draw when she’s feeling nervous or shy around people

Also, she would teach you how to draw!! And how to make all kinds of art!!

If someone is making her s/o feel nervous and/or shy, she would drag her out of the room

“Come on, S/O!! I’m gonna teach you today how to make an sculpture of an enemy!!”

Himiko Yumeno:

Protect this bab because she would also do anything to distract you

Like hey you are feeling shy around these people?? Don’t worry she will distract you with a magic trick

Nervous?? Whoa another magic trick

Where did that kitty come from?? Only Himiko knows

She would also teach you how to do simple magic tricks

So you can distract yourself with them if she is not around

Who am I kidding she would be around to support you and help you

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littlemissfoxprivate · 3 years

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A night out with Daddy

We have planned to have a night out and we are both excited to go out and have a date night, we always have so much fun on our date nights, but tonight is going to be different, you just don’t know it yet.

The whole thing is a surprise for you. You’re excited all day at work and I tease you throughout the day with little hints, “Dinner’s going to be tantalising” and “You’ll love my little surprise”. You are so excited that you rush home from work, put your things down, get undressed and get straight in the shower, while you’re showering I go into the bedroom and I lay a dark green dress on the bed, with a matching set of black underwear on the bed.

You come out of the shower, and bump into me in the hallway and you avert your gaze from me, but with one finger I pull your gaze up to me and you smile and I lean down and kiss you softly and say “it’s time to start getting ready baby girl”, you look at me and respond “yes daddy” and you are so excited you almost skip off into the bedroom. As you enter the room you see what is on the bed and I hear a little excited squeal and then you come running out and throw your arms around me and say “thank you daddy, I am so excited” and you run off back into the bedroom and the music starts playing on the speaker and I can hear you singing away.

While you are getting dressed, you see the bedroom door open and daddy coming through the door. I'm holding a glass of wine for you,I hand it to you, give you a kiss and I smile & sit on the bed, amazed that I am so lucky.

After a while, as you are putting your dress on, I get up and walk out the room, but I return with 2 boxes. You look at me, I can see both excitement and nerves in your eyes. “Are you ready baby girl?” I ask, “yes daddy”. I smile and put one of the boxes down and hand you the one still in my hand, “is this for me?” you ask, “It is, just a little something special for my Princess”. You open the box and you see a necklace, your smile is huge and you have gone red, “THANK YOU DADDY” you shout out, “you’re welcome baby girl, may I put it on you?”. You turn to me and lift your hair, I pull the necklace around you and do the clasp up and let it hang on your chest… you look down and smile, then look at me and kiss me hard on the lips. I look down and then up, “You are stunning baby girl, I am the luckiest man in the world”.

You look over at the other box and I ignore it and say “My turn to get ready, would you like to get us both another glass of wine baby girl?” and you smile and run off, coming back after a couple of minutes with 2 glasses of wine and I give you a little kiss and say “thank you Princess, you can stay in here if you want to, I won’t be long”.

I pull on my black jeans, a dark shirt and a dark grey waistcoat and I walk over to the draw where I keep my jewellery and I pick out 4 rings, an illuminati decorated one, a roman styled one and 2 plain ones. “Which 2 should I wear, baby girl, pick for daddy”, you pick the illuminati & one of the plain rings. I slide them on and then pull out my bracelet and reach out for my usual necklace.

I turn to you and smile, I take a mouthful of my wine and place my glass down. I come over to you, where you had placed yourself very close to the 2nd box, I lean round you and pick the box up and I can see the excitement in your eyes and body language.

“Now, this is going to help make tonight extra special, would you like to see?”, you nod your head and say “yes please daddy”. I open the box and the reaction on your face is both that of fear and excitement, you ask “Daddy, what is that?”. You know what it is, but you don’t believe I am suggesting it. “It’s a remote control vibrator baby girl, you’re going to wear this while we are out tonight & I will have the remote”, you look shocked and so excited. You see me turning the vibrator on, I turn and hand it to you, you don’t say anything, you just take it from me and put it inside yourself, “that’s my good girl” and I smile at you and lean in for a kiss.

I take your hand and lead you out of the bedroom, I turn and kiss you hard on the lips, “I’m going to order the taxi now, lets get our shoes on. You can pick your shoes baby girl”. I slip my new rocks on and pull my jeans down over the top of them and we wait for the taxi to arrive. It isn’t long and we are in the taxi on our way to the restaurant, suddenly you feel it, I have switched the vibrator on and you immediately grab my arm and let out a gasp. Luckily we are in a big black taxi, so the driver didn’t hear you. I leave it running for 30 seconds and then switch it off, you look at me and the look on your face says everything. Frustration, elation, excitement, nerves.

We finally arrive at the restaurant and we are seated by the window and I order us a bottle of Cotes Du Rhone and as the waiter walks off to get our bottle of wine, I do it again, vibrating inside you, you are doing your best to hide it, looking at me and you notice that I am just smiling at you. You notice the waiter is walking in our direction, hoping I’m going to turn it off before he reaches us, I don’t, I only turn it off as he presents the bottle to us and I say “perfect, thank you” and you let out the quietest sigh in relief that you could manage, but he heard.

We order our food, we talk, smile, kiss, we reach out and hold each other's hands. We are having a wonderful night and you have been wondering if I have forgotten about the remote, but still nothing happens.

As I ask for the bill, it is clear that Daddy hasn’t forgotten, it’s more powerful than before and you feel how excited you are and you are getting more and more excited. This time I do not turn it off when he comes back with the bill, it continues to run while I am paying and exchanging pleasantries with him. He looks at you and asks “was everything satisfactory with your meal?” and you look at him, bright red in the face trying to compose yourself and you respond “It was amazing, thank you”, but he has noticed what is going on and smiles as he takes the card machine from me and walks away and says “enjoy the rest of your evening” and I smile at him and respond “thank you, we will”, you just look at him and smile.

I come round and pull your coat up off your chair and hold it for you, I slide your arms in and pull it onto your shoulders, but you are struggling with the toy still vibrating. I take your hand in mine and lead you out of the restaurant slowly and you do surprisingly well.

Once we are outside I guide us to the side, a few meters up the path out of sight of the windows and I pin you to the wall and kiss you, you can’t help yourself and you kiss me like I haven’t allowed you to kiss me for days and I don’t stop you, I’m enjoying feeling the passion that you are expressing, it feels amazing to see and feel this from you. I pull away from the kiss and switch the toy off. You let out a huge sigh of relief as you can finally breathe.

I guide you to start walking after a couple of minutes and we walk for a while to help dinner go down and for you to gather yourself. We find ourselves with a couple of options of where to go for a drink and we pick the little cocktail bar, so we enter and find a nice quiet table to the side and we sit, and the toy comes to life immediately and you grip the table so hard that the tips of your fingers have gone white. I hand you the cocktail menu, “what would you like, baby girl?”, after a few minutes you pick your cocktail and I go and place the order for us, leaving the toy running, I come back to you out of breath and clearly frustrated so I turn it off and you mouth “thank you” to me.

Our drinks arrive and we are talking again, enjoying each other's company and I am randomly turning the toy on and off as the night is passing. I finally say to you “I think we should go home, don’t you?” and you just nod at me. So we get up and head outside and we walk down to the taxi rank and the moment we sit in the taxi, I turn the toy back on, and it stays on this time, you gasping, grabbing my arm, you’re worried the driver has noticed and then you see him smile and you’re thinking “oh god, he knows”, 10 minutes later we arrive home and say our goodnights to the driver. You slowly get out of the car and walk up to the front door and you realise that I didn’t turn the outside light on before we came out and you suddenly feel me grab hold of your shoulder and spin you round, you find your back against the front door and me dropping to my knees, lifting your dress. The next thing you know, you feel my tongue on your clit with the toy vibrating inside you. My tongue is exploring you, in the open, you’re trying not to let out a scream, I suddenly suck on your clit and you let out that scream and you hear me smile.

I come back up to my feet and reach to your side, taking my keys out of my pocket and opening the door, leading you inside and I close the door behind us. You notice that I have dropped to my knees again, but I am undoing your shoes for you and steadying you as you remove them and I then remove my boots and lead you to the bedroom where I turn the virator off and ask you to take it out, you do and you place it on the night stand and look at me, I am back on my knees and licking your pussy, sucking on your clit I push you back onto the bed and keep my focus on you. I pull away briefly, “Daddy wants to focus on your pleasure tonight baby girl” and I continue what I was doing. Your hand in my hair, pulling me in, you’re moaning and groaning, “oh daddy, don’t stop, please daddy”. I keep licking and sucking until you cum on my tongue, you hear me “mmmmm” where I am enoying the taste of you.

I come up to eye level and look you in the eyes and smile, I pull you to your feet and I slide your dress off, leaving you in the lingerie that I picked out for you. I stand back and you see the smile on my face and realise that I am extremely happy with what I see, and I make a gesture that you take as “on your knees” and you do so. You reach and unzip my jeans, pulling them off, lowering my boxers, pulling out my hard cock, you look up at me and I nod.

You pause for a moment and then take me in your mouth, slowly moving up and down my shaft, licking, sucking, exploring every inch of me, you start to dribble as you are getting more and more excited and you keep going until you feel my hand take a fistful of your hair and pull you up. You reach for my waistcoat buttons and start to undo them and I don’t stop you, instead I kiss you as you undress me, removing my shirt after the waistcoat. My hands exploring your body, running all over you, unfastening your bra, exposing your tits, which I lean down and kiss them, lick your nipples and then gently suck on them. I come back up and kiss you again, my fingers on the inside of the band of the thong you are wearing, gently pulling them down, letting them fall to the floor, we are both completely naked. I move you towards the bed and bend you over the side of it and you feel me slide inside you and I start to fuck you, over and over again, grabbing a handful of your hair, continuing to fuck you again and again until you cum all over me, you find yourself on your back within a few seconds and I am fucking you again, this time my hands all over you, playing with your tits, your nipples, running up and down you body, then moving downwards as I am still fucking you, and you feel me gently play with your clit and you buck at the sensation and I stop and continue to fuck you over and over once again until you have cum again.

I pull you up now and lay down myself, I guide you on top of me and you slide me inside you, but I don’t let you grind into me, instead I just look at you and you see me mouth “oh my god” and I smile. The next thing you hear is “take what you want” and you do! You grind into me again and again, leaning down kissing me, biting my chest all of a sudden you throw your head back and cum again and almost fall off of me, but I grip your hips and start guiding you up and down, your tits are bouncing and I can’t take my eyes off of you, you hear my groaning getting louder and you continue to bounce up and down on me, pushing me further and further until I let out a loud moan and cum inside you which causes you to cum again, also letting out a loud scream, before you have finished you collapse onto my chest and I wrap my arms around you and hold you, we lay here for what feels like forever until you slide off of me and lay next to me.

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tteokdoroki · 4 years

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awake with you | s.todoroki

♡ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 1.7K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: ua student!au, angst, comfort, fluff.

♡ summary: during the night, bad things happen but your boyfriend is always there to keep them away. by your side always, shoto todorki makes it his mission to fight your demons and make sure you know that you’re loved.

♡ warning(s): please read ! character death, mentions of car accidents, nightmares, guilt, lack of sleep, but a lot of fluff and the best boyfriend in the whole world :(

♡ author’s note(s): guys! it’s shoto’s birthday, so here i am postiing this shoto request from anon a while back, i hope you all enoy and have celebrating the beautiful boy’s bday <3

♡ masterlist | requests

it was hard for you to sleep.

harder, when shoto wasn’t around.

sometimes it was your thoughts that kept you up; late at night— dark thoughts that swirled around in your head and slowly poisoned your brain with heavy black venom. it was hard to sleep when your mind was heavy with fear, but ever since dating shoto todoroki; those nights became easier and sleep wasn’t so hard to come by.

you weren’t so sure what it was about your boyfriend that made it easier for you to get some shut eye; it’s not like he really knew either. todoroki just didn’t like seeing you in pain, the way your face twisted with discomfort or the way sleepy tears would wet your cheeks under the moonlight— but you had somewhat of an idea, that his fresh peppermint smell and warm arms are what often helped you.

shoto would so lovingly sneak into your room, no matter the time, dusk or dawn— he would hold you tight under the sheets until you drifted off to dream land. even if it meant being teased by the others for stumbling out of your room in the morning, his pretty hair a wild mess creating the image that’d you’d both been up to no good, he’d face it all for you, over and over again.

but tonight, your loving, caring and doting boyfriend was nowhere to be seen— everyone’s second internships had begun and todoroki had chosen to work with his father along with izuku and katsuki, so it was no doubt that they wouldn’t be home until late. what with endeavour being the number one and all.

your friends knew about your struggles to sleep, of course, todoroki bluntly mentioning how you ‘like to sleep together’ to soothe your nightmares ( iida had lectured you about it after, saying it was inappropriate while deku and ochako turned as red as your boyfriend’s hair ) so offered to stay up with you— but you needed rest, today’s training sessions having taken a toll on your body, and wave them off with a smile laced with tiredness.

you could call him, he wouldn’t mind and you know it— but he’s with his father and that takes enough out of him as it is.

you decide, instead, to trudge to the dual quirked boy’s bedroom, instantly calmed by his sweet peppermint scent embedded into every inch of his dorm. you swipe one of his clean sweaters straight from the closet before hitting the lights and snuggling into his bed.

tonight would be fine, todoroki would come home, wrap you in his arms and with the aid of his scent surrounding you— you would sleep safe and soundly.

is what you hoped as you drifted off to the land of dreams.

when you were younger, you watched your older brother, haru, get hit by a car.

the scene haunts you to this very day, crawling up on you while you rest at night— choking you out in your dreams. you see it now, feet glued to the ground as you’re forced to watch the younger version of you, mess with your older brother using your new found quirk. your parents had called it scenery, back then your powerful quirk had been their pride and joy, giving you the ability to create a mirage in a certain targets mind— make them see things that weren’t really there.

back then it was fun to play tricks on your sibling— you made haru see all of his worst nightmares, everything but the road.

everything but the oncoming car.

everything but his untimely death.

you want to scream at little you— tell her to stop and that it’s not funny anymore as she forces your brother back into the road— he’s giggling, he doesn’t know it yet and neither do you. but the words you want to say die down deep in your throat, suffocating you from the inside although they burn at your lungs to burst through.

why cant you speak? why cant you stop her?

adrenaline trickles into your blood stream as you will yourself to run out into the street and protect haru from the oncoming traffic just as he slips off of the sidewalk. your senses are blown out of the water, static noise filling your ears and intertwining with childish screams and the sound of a not so distant honking horn.

you claw harshly at your throat. speak. save him. for god’s sake; do something.

“you’ll kill him! stop! you’re going to kill him!”

the flickering of artificial, yellow light behind your closed eyes has you jolting awake, sweat forming at your brow and hands clenched tightly around your boyfriend’s plain bedsheets. your gaze darts across the room while your heart thumps loudly in your ribcage from the fear that struck you in your dream and finally, your stare settles on a shirtless, bewildered shoto todoroki. his face is a little scratched up no doubt from being on his father’s patrol and he looks exhausted but that doesn’t stop the concern he has for you taking over his expression. “yn—?”

“s-sho,” you hate how your voice caves so easily, the single syllable of your nickname for him falling wetly from chapped lips. todoroki is by your side in an instant, not caring that he’s only half dressed and half awake. he’ll deal with that later.

with tender hands shoto cups the back of your head, letting you sink into the warmth of his flesh. you reach out for your boyfriend and he’s there, taking your free hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze to help ground you. “love, what happened? why didn’t you call? you know i don’t mind—” his timbre voice fills your ears like warm honey, calming your rapid breathing but all you can do is shake your head.

“nightmare ‘n you were working,” you pant, cutting him off while the death grip on your lover’s hand begins increasing. you feel so far from the ground, the scene of haru’s death dancing across your mind. “i killed him, again—“

shoto watches your body twitch with fear and your usually glimmering eyes gloss over in away that makes him feel sick. you’re not here with him yet, still tangled up in the black string of your bad dreams. the world around the dual eyed boy begins to change and it seems you’ve activated your quirk by accident— showing him scenes of the day your brother died.

you screw your eyes shut as flashes of his body tangle with reality to the point where you don’t know what’s real and what’s not. you’re losing control of yourself so easily, fresh sets of tears stinging their way down your streaked cheeks. trapped. you feel trapped like a bird in a cage even while you’re awake and the sounds of cars and screaming burn at your ears once more.

make it stop, please.

“yn... come back to me love, i’m right here,” todoroki’s calm voice cuts through the suffocating song of death, dragging you back to reality while the effects of your quirk drift away. his fingers, although contrasting temperatures, now cup your cheeks to tilt your face towards him so that your eyes lock with his under the crescent moon. “you didn’t kill him. that wasn’t you. it wasn’t your fault.”

you blink away more tears like a helpless child, chest heaving but todoroki doesn’t give up. “but—“

“no.” your boyfriend says softly, yet sternly, leaning down to place an eskimo kiss to your nose. your eyes flutter shut at his simple gesture, although it raises saftey and warmth across your body— black radiates behind your closed eyelids, no longer plagued broken bones and blood. it’s easy to keep breathing from there, focusing on that as todoroki pulls you into his lap and the sheets fall away from your body.

“no,” you repeat back to him while shoto’s arms settle on your waist and his familiar scent of fresh peppermint fills your senses. “not my fault.”

it wasn’t your fault, that day the car had come speeding down a usually safe road in a residential area. the accident was a hit and run, but being a child made you feel every ounce of the blame. shaking the thought away you curl into your lover’s chest, listening for sounds of his heartbeat while he toys with a lose string on his sweater— the one you wear.

“that’s right, good girl...not your fault, here with me yet, love?”

when you glance up, todoroki is looking right back down at you— brows creased with worry but there’s love in his stare, overwhelming amounts that make you hum into his bare chest, grounded by the feeling of his skin against yours. “present and accounted for,” his chest rumbles with relieved laughter, soothing you even more. “thank you, sho. i’m sorry for making you do this so late at night.”

this time, shoto shakes his head— sending locks of red and white flying. “don’t thank me and don’t apologise,” his words are feather light in the dark while he manoeuvres you both onto his back to settle into bed. you’re about to mention that he’s still half in his suit, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care, already closing his eyes. “i’m yours, your boyfriend and i’m going to support you no matter what. i’ve got you, okay? you’re always here for me so i’ll do my best to do the same for you. what kind of man would i be if i wasn’t?”

“a very unmanly man,” you tease with a kitten like yawn, already feeling the confines of a more comfortable sleep, taking over.

todoroki rolls his eyes but pulls you closer to him anyways. “you’ve been spending too much time with kirishima.”

“at least i don’t spend everyday working with bakugou, now that’s true nightmare.” you counter, narrowly missing a pinch to the side from your boyfriend.

the pair of you sleep soundly that night, wrapped in each other’s arms. you feel safe, knowing that nothing could ever harm you, as long as you were with him. shoto todoroki would give anything for to you to have a goodnight’s rest. no matter what. even if it meant staying awake with you and being late to patrol with endeavour the next day.

not like he cared, he hated his dad anyway.

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