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i’m sorry but i simply must gush about how good of a partner bakugou would be to someone with adhd, okay? 

okay. here’s a lil drabble.

Most nights, you have dinner at Katsuki’s. His place is nicer and his kitchen’s always fully stocked, unlike yours. But tonight unexpectedly finds him in your little apartment instead. You know better than to try helping with anything. It’s not that you’re a bad cook—you get along just fine—but your kitchen is barely big enough for one body, and you know that bumping elbows with Katsuki while he works will drive him nuts. It’s better for both of you if you let him do his thing, so you take your time showering and applying your skincare before joining him in the kitchen. 

As soon as he hears your footsteps, he whips around, brandishing a bag of shriveling carrots like a weapon, “The hell’s this?!” 

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I'm sending you all a kiss on your pretty tummies because they're pretty and you're pretty and that's it ok

"I wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it. I am not beautiful, but I could be." — Emily Palermo.

bakugou thinks, in all honesty, about you.

it's late at night and he still can't sleep. he's used to having schedules for everything, especially something as important as sleep, but he can't for the life of him fall asleep tonight.

he won't admit it, the pro-hero not changing this stubborn habit from his younger days, but work today was a little too gruesome, it hit a little too close to home. especially a certain young couple he was a touch too far to save. instead, he lays awake in your shared bed, his arms strongly caging you and longing for your warmth.

you're settled in his arms, protected and tightly snuggled against his chest. you're here, and he’s here, and anyone who ever dares to do anything to you has to go through him first.

he releases a long sigh, knowing it's not as easy as he thinks. as he runs a hand down his face, you sleepily pull him closer to your body. "'tsuki?"

"huh? go back to sleep," he grumbles, voice heavy with tiredness and fear, something he'll never admit. you look up at him, pretty mouth pouting and worry laced in your tone. "everything okay?"

he takes a look at you, and feels helpless. he hates that. he hates to admit even to himself that he'll do anything for you. vulnerability is something he never would've allowed himself to feel had you been anyone else. the thought of anything happening to you while he's not there makes his veins boil with anger, his chest screaming at him to keep you safe right next to him, to make sure you stay in his arms. he scowls at the thought, making you frown. "baby?"

"i'm alright, dumbass." he whispers this time, squeezing you as close to himself as he possibly can, his body aligning to yours perfectly. he kisses the crown of your head, lingering for a second and feeling your pliant form relax against him. "it's late, jus' go back to sleep."

he tried, at first, to get you away from his life and all the danger that surrounds him. but it's like the longer he strayed away from you, the more you pulled him into your world. not to change him, but to better him, push him to his limits and then some, until he comes out the best version of himself he could ever be. to love him, he realizes with an exasperated sigh.

"okay," you tell him, yawning against his chest. "but stay here 'til i wake up, please."

katsuki rolls his eyes. as if he could say no to you. "fine."

but he bites his lips once you're back asleep, because he understands– because he doesn't want you to leave him, either. "i'll stay right here with ya," he states, strong hands gently playing with your own.

katsuki realizes, time and time again, that he made the right choice.

it was unfair, at times. how hard he had to work for things that came effortlessly to other people, extras that didn't really deserve what they had.

it's a thought he has coming home from work one day, spent and ready to crash on the couch without caring about taking a shower first.

he loved his job, he loved being the best he could be and how validating the title felt– not the recognition, nor the fans or all the love from people all over Japan– but meeting the expectations of his younger self, of a four year old kid who wanted nothing more than to be the best hero he could possibly be. win to save, as his mentor has put into words perfectly. but it still felt unfair, at times.

still, katsuki thinks he may forgive the world, only because it has you.

your comforting words at his losses, even when he's not actively asking for them.

("i don't need this comforting crap," he grumbles, not screaming at you– never screaming at you, but still being stern. "no, you don't," you answer him, shaking your head with a gentle smile, "but isn't it nice to hear?")

your warm embrace that greets him as soon as he steps foot into your home, your compliments on his food and his career and his personal achievements, like the first time he voluntarily went to therapy. the passion you have for what you do, your drive and fire matching his in your hobbies, the things you love. and you love him, that's sole reason why katsuki thinks fuck it, he can be beautiful, too.

he doesn't have to work hard for your love– he doesn't have to change his short temper, he's still harsh as rough around the corners as the day you met him. still, you love him so easily, handle him with as much care as you thought he deserved.

the corner of his eyes crinkle with fondness as bakugou slowly sits up, just in time to hear you coming through the front door. "i'm home, 'tsuki!"

the world is unfair, but it also has you in it, so katsuki's ready to give it a try. "yeah," he leans down to gently kiss you, wrapping his heavy arms around you. "welcome home."

bnha boys who get upset over the fact that people can see you and have a 3 second moments where they fall in love with you:

BAKUGOU, deku, TOMURA, denki, HAWKS, todoroki, MIRIO

Shouto smiling 🥺

I put all their profiles on one canvas and tried to make their heights work

look at those nerds

quickly running into ur asks after ur recent drabble because im in love.. bakugou running to you after you've gotten hurt on patrol, cursing and stammering multiple "do you need me?! Where d'ya need me? Y'okay?" All rushed and scared. But you just shake your head and pat his hand saying "im okay. We're okay." Because you already have him and he already has you 😞

PLEASEEEE YESS bakugou, who has never cared so much for a single person before, feeling his entire world drop out underneath him when he finds out you're hurt somewhere.

and he can't help the rush of thoughts that get increasingly darker and darker the longer he's away from you. that you're severely hurt, maybe on the verge of death. maybe that you're already—but no, he never lets his thoughts go that far. he refuses.

him finally stumbling across your body, eyes frantically scanning you for your worst injuries as he slides to his knees next to you and just. just fuckin holds your face in his hands. he's got that little crease between his brows that you've made fun of him for, saying he's getting worry wrinkles. but fuck how can he not when you just—you just make him so fucking vulnerable.

and he hates it, hates how you make him feel. but he can't help it.

he's all sweaty and panting, cursing between sentences as he asks you if you're okay, if you need him to do something—anything. he just feels the urge to be doing something to help you—he can't help but feel so fucking useless when you're there looking so hurt. but you just give him a smile and hold onto one of his wrists tightly, telling him that you're okay. that you will be okay. and that he will, too.

please Katsuki will not hesitate to throw hands with the guy who played you. he was ready to square up the second you called him in tears, crying over how the guy had a girlfriend and had been stringing you along for months (he didn’t because you needed him more so he stayed and held you as you cried. wiping your tears and rubbing your back and trying to hard to stop you from hyperventilating)

but when he sees the asshole across campus, Katsuki sees red. Crossing the quad in a few seconds, Bakugou has the cheater on the floor with a single hit. The guy is confused, nose already bleeding but ready to fight back until he looks up and see Bakugou looming over him.

“you’re lucky she’s okay otherwise i would have killed you” Katsuki seethes, leaning down to the asshole’s level. “if i ever see you talking to another girl again, i’ll find you and end you, do you understand?”

When the guy doesn’t respond, Katsuki grips his collar, pulling him up from the concrete. “do you understand, you pathetic piece of shit?”

the guy nods, nose streaming red and eyes watering in fear. Katsuki doesn’t respond, deeming him not worthy of words before shoving him back to the floor.

Word of the assholes antics spread around campus pretty quickly after Katsuki’s little altercation saving you and future girls from anymore heartache caused by that creep.

i say something loving - bakugo x reader 

wc: 5621

sum: you know all that love stuff makes bakugo sick… too bad all your dates keep being ruined by it. 

a/n: born of a poll i did last summer, when someone suggested i write something about how bakugo would propose… and then when i thought about it, couldn’t decide how. i still can’t believe it took me so long to finish… so i’m happy that i’m finally able to give it to the world (and to that person, wherever they may be).

also, literally thank you so, SO much to my beta readers @pluviophile-imagines + @phen0l​ … i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am for them!!! truly lifesavers and so thoughtful and kind and SOOOOOOO TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!! they deserve all the love <333 

warning: SFW, angst with a happy ending, bakugo literally just refuses to talk about his feelings, miscommunications, genderneutral except use of petnames like “babe,” + “baby…” + ask to tag! 

(read on ao3 here - coming soon!) 

enjoy!

Smoke floods the screen; big billows of charcoal gray and black smothering the world with ash. Sky in the background, the sun hangs in a defeated glaze, overpowered with a blooming darkness that swirls in tandem with the clouds. 

From the haze, a torn costume makes itself known; orange and green uniting in the form of steel cut shoulders and wide sprawling Xs. A single, large gauntlet adorning a wrist that’s attached to an equally as intimidating bicep, the other fist clenched tightly in the loops of a belt…

Bakugo appears…

… and the camera that is recording almost shakes in excitement. 

He is power, he is force… all wrapped up as one single man: imposing, daunting, and strong. Someone the world relies on, and someone who is meant to be great. 

“Dynamight!” an interviewer yells, animatedly, bubbly, running into the frame from somewhere off screen. The man has a wide, toothy smile that bounces between the camera and Bakugo’s face, and he catches up with a noticeable puff of air. “So glad I caught you, spare a minute for a couple questions?”

Bakugo grunts, the camera zooming in on him wiping soot off his sweat-streaked face. He nods, one single strike of his chin downward, but nonetheless continues to make his way through the rubble that takes up the rest of the crime-scene-turned-battleground. The interviewer, still beaming, jogs alongside him without breaking a sweat. 

“What an amazing battle, sir!” His voice is cheery and unbothered, stiff with a practiced perfection that only a trained TV anchor would have. 

Bakugo grunts again. 

“What is this?” he says. “Your 79th consecutive win this year?” 

“80th.” 

The interviewer ignores the mistake. 

“We need to celebrate! What sounds good to ol’ Murder God Dynamight?”

“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” Bakugo corrects once more. The words also go unnoticed with a spritely blink and uncanny smile. 

“And to think, this venue was for weddings, too…” 

There’s a pregnant pause, Bakugo’s booted foot halting in the air, his once neutral-if-not-undetectably-peeved expression now falling stiff with eyebrows twitching. 

“Say, we all know you have a special someone back at home,” the interviewer declares, eyes lighting up as his grin visibly grows. “You have for quite a while now. Any plans on tying the knot soon?” 

The interview lasts less than a minute total. A new record for Katsuki Bakugo.

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bakugou katsuki grew up knowing he was needed for how strong his quirk was—how strong he was.

people tended to look up to him, rely on him, for how masterfully he wielded his power. this was only amplified once he hit the pro-hero stage. if there was any trouble, the public could always count on great explosion murder god dynamight to wrap things up nicely. they could always count on him to win. and he did. every single time.

he was a pillar of victory. he was a pillar of strength.

he became one of the heroes to call on whenever there was a particularly rough villain roaming the streets. he was pulled every which way, multiple voices constantly telling him the same three words no matter if he was on duty or not:

"i need you."

"dynamight, i need you to head to the kuiki district—"

"dynamight, i need you at the agency in five—"

"dynamight, i need you to stop the villain with the illusion quirk—"

this incessant need for him, for his power, dominated his life on the daily. and he grew to expect it, to accept it, even. he let it control him, guiding his actions and his triumphs. he was needed, after all. who was he to let these people down?

he was a hero. the world needed him. needed dynamight.

but you, pretty little you, didn't.

the day katsuki's heart started bleeding for you was the day you told him you didn't need him. you wanted him. not for his power, not for his strength. but just for him. for bakugou katsuki.

his entire life that he unconsciously based on his self-worth—on how he could win any battle against any villain, how he could be the strong figure people could always look up to—was upturned by those simple words you uttered to him one quiet night.

you chose him, chose to want him. you chose to love him, to treasure him forever until the end of your life. he felt something snap inside him—something he didn't know he'd been subconsciously craving for as long as he could remember.

the feeling of being wanted.

that someone could look at him and see not only his strength, but everything else that made up him—flaws and all—and still want him.

and katsuki knew, from that moment on, that you were someone that he never wanted to let go.

Playing the Pocky Game with the Bakusquad.

Sero: sits there grinning with the pocky between his teeth like the smug-ass bastard he is as you bite away from your end, getting closer until your lips meet.

Denki: Gets way too eager and snaps the pocky in half from the get-go, resulting in his face smushing into yours. The fact his lips happened to land on yours is 100% chance but you wont hear him complaining💅

Mina: definitely the smoothest out of all of them, taking little nibbles as you slowly draw closer to each other, her soft hand coming to rest gently on your face. By the time the pocky is all gone neither of you have really noticed and neither of you really care😘

Kiri: another over-eager boy. Keeps biting too hard and the pocky keeps snapping in half which frankly makes him a little downhearted. Please kiss him anyway, he needs it.

Bakugou: refuses to "put that sugary shit in his body," simply resorting to tossing the box to the side and grabbing your jaw with a hand, shamelessly pressing his lips to yours. "Tch. This is what you really wanted anyway, ain't it dumbass?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Touch-Starved!Katsuki Bakugou Headcanons (x reader)

> Wrote this in my study break phew :) Might have a typo here and there, I'm sorry about that <3 I was just feeling soft today

I can imagine it takes him a while to trust you, in actually liking him that is. Before he really lets you close to him, both physically and emotionally. But when you’ve both reached a point where he feels he can be vulnerable around you, and let you see his softer side, he’d love all the small physical affections. Like hugs lasting for a bit longer at first, and then turning into a cuddle session on the couch- “Stay like this, for a little longer, yeah?”

You, playing with his fingers sometimes, holding his hands without fear of his quirk would absolutely shatter him, melt his heart and all the works. How you like to intertwine fingers with him, even if you’re not going anywhere like when you’re sitting on the couch-

Or, if you like to hold his face, caress his cheeks or something of the like- I can imagine he’d never ask for it but he loves it silently. Something about your soft fingers against his jaw, or how your thumb moves over his cheeks, makes his heart skip a beat-

Playing with his hair- at first you’d be a bit apprehensive about touching it in the first place, considering how much he yells at the other “extras” when they even comment on his hair. But once you start running your fingers through it when you’re kissing, or playing with it when you’re laying in bed, he’s surprisingly quiet. He’d always grunt a bit at first- with a light frown on his face. But when you try to move your hand away, he just grab it and hold it in place- “DUMBASS- don't stop doing that.. please”

When he touches you though, I can picture it more subtle? In public he’d probably only hold onto your hand or, maybe give you a cheek kiss if you’re being extra cute or something

In private he might signal you he wants affection, either silently, with a soft tug on your arm or by sitting in a very cuddle open manor or very loudly, straight up demanding you come cuddle with him this instant or else

KISS HIS NOSE

It can’t just be me, but imagining him tense up and blush slightly when you first do it, and you’re just on his chest a giggling mess. He’d stutter for a bit like- “Wha- what did you just do? tf?” and then do the same to you

and it would become like, a cute little stay safe thing before he leaves for work, where you lean up to kiss his nose and whisper “Stay safe” to him :(( and he’d return it ofc

Mates For Life

Y/N , Mina and Occhaco were all staring at a phone, looking at videos of penguins, and one of the three girls occasionally saying aww at the video.

Bakugo had just finished training with Todoroki, and came to get Y/N for their usual after class gas station run for snacks, so they could study together. Most people would call this a date, and despite the fact that Y/N and Bakugo had been in the “ talking” phase for a few weeks. They had not made the step to make it official. They both wanted to, Y/N enjoyed being with Bakugo and wanted to go on actual dates with him. Like to the movies or out for lunch. She wanted to snuggle up close to him at night and watch movies with her.

And Bakugo adored Y/N more than anything, he wanted to hug her every time she looked at him with those eyes, he wanted to take her places that boyfriends take girlfriends. He wanted to cook for her, he wanted to ask her to be his. But h didn’t because he didn’t want to ruin the best thing he ever had.

“ Ready to go?” He asked. “ What you girls looking at?” He asked.

“ Oh…” She hesitated.” Nothing important,” she snatched the phone jamming it in her pocket. She stood up and grabbed her bookbag and started to walk to the gas station.

They were about halfway to the gas station, the air was silent and clam, the occasional car would speed by, but other than that he was silent and easy. They were walking so close together that their fingertips kept grazing each other. Bakugo finally grabbed her hand, and turned to see her beginning to flush with blush.

“ Hey Y/N… what was that video you were watching earlier?”

“ It was about penguins… they mate for life.”

“ Oh really.” He asks, wondering if he was being thrown a weird hint, or something strange.

“ Yeah.. they give each other rocks to show their commitment.”

Bakugo only responded with a low pitched grunt, and they continued their walk in a quiet silence. And their evening procced as normal, but Bakugo couldn’t stop thinking about rocks, and how much he wanted to mate for life.

The next day, Bakugou found the smoothest rock he could find and durning lunch he pulled Y/N aside.

“ So I uhh… I got you something.” He spoke, his face was flushed with red, and he was clearly fight nervous.

“ Really. “ Her eyes lit up, but then her face softened. “ You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“ Its no big deal really.” He spoke pulling out the rock from his pocket. He placed it in her open hand. “ I got you a rock,  to show you my commitment.” 

“ You did?”

“ Yeah. Will you be my girlfriend?”

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Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Mischief

Summary: Peter Parker instantly falls for the Princess of Asgard and the Goddess of Mischief and decides to show him a few tricks she has up her sleeve

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI

A/N: Things have been changed around from the canon storylines in the MCU, Peter is 21 and a college student

There weren't enough words in the Asgardian language to describe the amount of rage that burned in your veins, hell there weren't enough words in any Midgardian language for that matter. 

After everything he has done so far, after every failure, he still has the audacity to keep trying.

Your father was an ambitious man, you'd give him that. But even his ambition wasn't enough to save him from his own offspring.

The click of your heels against the linoleum floors were sharp and clipped as you moved with a purpose. Wisps of hair tickling your face that you couldn't even be half bothered to put back in place, which in of itself was out of character for you as your appearance was always perfected down to the very last strand of hair. But after the hellish trip through the rainbow bridge as well as your current situation, all you could be bothered to care about was making sure your father knew how much of a fool he was.

Only an idiot tries to take over the same place twice. 

The air of the Avengers compound was stale down in the cells. Everything you had seen so far was monotonous and boring. You knew not to expect much coming to Midgard but it was an even bigger let down than you were originally led to believe. 

You had't met the Avengers yet, too pissed at your father to waste another second not reprimanding him, so you had Thor lead you to him straight away. You passed empty cell after empty cell with Thor in the lead, until he came to a stop in front of the cell which contained Loki.

You stood in front of the glass cell, arms crossed. Your father raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.

"I see you agreed to the arrangement then."

"I did," you jutted your chin out, "No thanks to you."

"You should have stayed home-"

"No. You don't get to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. You lost that privilege after your first attempt at conquering Midgard."

Loki narrowed his eyes, "I am your father--"

"And yet here I am, fixing another one of your messes," you said with a mirthless laugh, gesturing around you. 

He shut his mouth, and finally addressed his brother, "What's the next step now, seeing as you kidnapped your own niece."

"I didn't kidnap her. She agreed to this to help you," Thor said seriously, clearly offended that Loki would accuse him of kidnapping you. "They'll release you within a month. (Y/N) will remain the ward of Midgard for a year, as long as you can prove that you will no longer be a threat to this realm."

Loki snickered, shaking his head. "My own daughter in the hands of a bunch of Midgardians...” he trailed off. “I appreciate the gown you chose for today."

You tsked, "I figured someone should properly represent your name if you were going to keep pulling these stunts," you replied, gesturing to the expensive Asgardian gown you wore in his colors. Green with golden detailing.

"Perhaps you should try having more faith in me-"

"I do have faith in you," you snapped, "But It is your missteps that continuously lead to your downfall."

It was quiet for a few beats until Thor broke the silence, "She should meet the others now."

"Very well," Loki nodded, "Be prepared for them all to be very unpleasant, especially Stark. He thinks he's funny."

"I'll visit you later father," you said, turning to walk back down the hall, "Oh," you stopped, throwing over your shoulder, "If you ever put me through the pain of believing you were dead again, I'll kill you myself." You stalked back down the hall, not checking to see if Thor was following.

Loki looked at his brother, "That bad?"

"She was inconsolable. You broke her heart, brother," he said with a shake of his head, "You broke all of our hearts."

Loki looked back to your retreating figure as Thor now followed, staring regretfully after you.

***

You were stuck in your head now, deep in thought after seeing your father for the first time in a long time. 

Thor had told you that the Avengers had gathered to greet you and discuss the next steps from here. It truthfully sounded like a very boring affair, more so when you thought about the more productive things you could be doing back home.

In fact, that was the thing that irked you the most about these Midgardians requesting this of you. They must have been under the impression that your time wasn't important, as if the title "Princess" and "Goddess" were simply just for show.

Eventually a man came into view, waiting outside two large doors. He grinned upon seeing both you and Thor.

"Nice to see you two finally bothered to show up," he laughed.

"I apologize for keeping all of you waiting, Stark. She wanted to speak to her father first."

Tony lowered his glasses, giving you a once over, "Why? Planning on getting the band back together?"

"Excuse you?" You deadpanned only making him laugh.

He turned to Thor, "I can see where she gets her humor from," he said sarcastically, before finally introducing himself, "I'm Tony Stark. You might know me as Iron Man, I don't really know what names get around on Asgard or wherever."

"I'm not familiar with either."

"Ouch. I'll pretend not to be offended. Ready to meet the others?"

"I suppose."

"Then let's go Game of Thrones," he said, turning around and heading towards the closed doors.

"My father warned me about your humorous wit," you said sarcastically.

"Good. I wasn't sure he noticed."

Stark pushed open one of the meeting room doors, holding it for you and Thor. You were immediately greeted with the sight of numerous costume clad superheroes, the sight made you roll your eyes and once again think about what you could be doing back home instead.

You stalked to the front of the room wordlessly, with not a single misstep, presenting yourself elegantly.

Thor took his spot beside you as Tony stood opposite of you. The others in the room were quiet, you knew they were assessing you. Your father had tried taking over their realm twice so you understood that judgement would be all that you received during your stay.

So you wouldn't give them anything to judge.

Thor grinned beside you for the first time since the meeting with his brother.

"This is my niece (Y/N) Lokidottir. Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Mischief." Thor spoke the words with pride. He always had, he was convinced that raising you was his brother's best accomplishment.

You took the few moments of silence following your introduction to study their eyes and even you had to hand it to some of them, a few had eyes cold as stone. The red head and the one with the metal arm specifically. But there are always a few that communicated everything with a simple gaze.

Your eyes landed on the smallest male in the room. The look in them was not a foreign one. You had many suitors back on Asgard that would sing praises about your beauty daily, and the look in this boy's eyes was the same... maybe a bit more... pathetic. It made a smug grin fit itself on your face.

Stark finally spoke. 

"You can add Ward of Midgard," he laughed.

Your smile fell.

"Anyway. As I explained earlier, our arrangement with S.H.I.E.L.D. is to detain Loki for the next month or so before sending him back to Asgard. If he can play nice for the next year he can get his daughter back." You noticed the one with the shield shaking his head. It was nice to know that not all of them agreed with these terms. "If he can't, we keep her until he can. Until then, I came up with a few precautionary measures for our new house guest."

You stiffened, "I was not told about this."

"That's because I just came up with them this morning." Tony said, opening a folder. He began passing out its contents, "I've come up with different shifts for everyone to keep an eye on her. That way she'll be under constant surveillance by at least one person."

"Why weren't we told about this earlier?" Natasha asked., clearly annoyed.

"Is no one listening? I just came up with it."

"I'm not doing this," Bucky said, "I have better things to do than babysit an alien chick-" You raised your hand, making Bucky's metal hand clasp over his mouth and everyone turn to you in shock.

"'Goddess of Mischief'" you said, "It will serve you well to remember it." You dropped your hand, releasing him.

It was silent... until it wasn't, "And that is why we're doing this babysitting protocol. She's Loki's daughter, she needs to earn our trust."

"I can assure you, (Y/N) is very trustworthy," Thor said, coming to your defense.

"You also said you trusted your brother," Steve spoke up.

"Yes but (Y/N) is different. She'd never hurt anyone."

"My mouth hurts," Bucky muttered to himself.

"Again, she earns our trust first," Tony said. "Anyone with 'Mischief' in their name needs a trial run. Now onto this schedule..."

You rolled your eyes... Perhaps being on your best behavior was going to be more difficult than you had previously thought.

***

Quite honestly... Peter could have fainted when he saw you. He didn't even notice ha had stopped breathing until he coughed from the lack of air.

He felt like someone should have warned him better, because when Tony said, "Come meet Loki's kid later," did not count as a heads up.

This whole situation just felt so fucking unfair all of a sudden.

And being the devastatingly hopeless romantic that he was, he could only form one coherent thought:

You were fucking ethereal

You were so beautiful Peter felt like he could cry and scream about it, and he wouldn't be surprised if someone actually has before.

And the chill that he got when Thor introduced you, was enough to make him worship you -- a goddess.

Peter was quite convinced that he would be making a shrine to you as soon as he got home that night.

Peter swallowed nervously, his grip tightening on the fabric of his jeans.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "You cool Peter?"

He blinked in quick succession, only partially being broken from his trance, "Huh- yeah..." He suddenly trailed off when you looked directly at him. 

Your gaze was intense and he could have sworn he watched a flash of green flare in them, making him gulp.

Sam whistled lowly, noticing the small interaction, "Someone's gonna be dangerous for you... Can't say I blame ya though." He hummed, eyeing you.

Tony's voice suddenly cut into Peter's mind, "I've come up with different shifts for everyone to keep an eye on her. That way she'll be under constant surveillance by at least one person."

Right there.

That was the moment Peter retained nothing else, only trying to comprehend that he was going to have to be with you alone multiple times that week.

Peter would remain in a daze for the rest of the week, only staring at his name on the schedule that Tony handed out at the meeting:

PETER PARKER: FRIDAY 3pm-10pm,  SATURDAY 3pm-10pm, SUNDAY 3pm-10pm

He couldn't even be mad how late his shift was on Sunday when he had an 8:30 class the next day, because let's be real, Peter had the chance to be alone with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

The day came a lot faster than he had anticipated, but he guess that's what happens when you float through the entire week on cloud nine.

But now Peter felt like he was laying at the bottom of a pit. 

His heart beat quickly with anxiety the entire day, his palms were sweaty, and he was completely tongue tied making it embarrassing enough to talk to classmates that day that he didn't even want to think about how he was going to embarrass himself in front of you later that afternoon.

But soon enough, it was 2:50, and Peter found himself back at the Avengers compound to "babysit" you.

He licked his lips nervously as Happy led him into the building.

"What's got you all worked up? Well- more than usual?" Happy threw over his shoulder, noticing how fidgety Peter was acting, "Is it your tingle? The spider-tingle?"

Peter shook his head, not finding it in him to come up with a clever quip, "No."

"Is it because you need to watch Loki's kid, because she's really not that bad to handle, but I can get someone to cover your shift if--"

"NO!" Peter shouted, suddenly widening his eyes and clearing his throat at his little outburst.

Happy turned around in surprise before clocking in on what was going on based on Peter's composure, "Oh, I get it. Word of advice, because I know you're gonna do it. Don't talk too much, she doesn't like talking. Just let her read her books and you'll be on her good side."

Peter's eyes shined at the advice, "No talking, got it."

Happy turned back around, proceeding towards the library where Peter assumed you were currently in. "And another piece of advice," he said, reaching for the door handle, looking down at Peter before opening it, "Don't even think about going for it. She's Loki's daughter, kid. And just as terrifying."

Peter pursed his lips, "...She's also related to Thor, so..."

Happy scoffed, "And inherited none of his traits." He opened the door, letting Peter go in first.

Peter noticed the back of Bucky's head as he walked into the library, but only for a second as his eyes landed on you.

And again, the sight of you took his breath away. He was almost hoping that he hadn't remembered you correctly and you weren't even a quarter of how beautiful as he thought, but he was proven oh so very wrong.

You laid across one of the couches in the reading area, leaning against the arm, in one of your beautiful Asgardian gowns. The light from the windows filtered into the room, forming a halo around your body.

You looked like a goddamned renaissance painting.

It was then that Peter took in what was happening, and... well he wasn't sure if he really understood what was happening.

"You two are still at it?" Happy asked, shaking his head before turning to Peter, "I swear, every time Bucky has to watch her the two have a staring contest the entire time. I think they're trying to figure out who has the more intense stare." Happy then walked over to you both, waving a hand in front of Bucky's eyes, "You're off duty Buck, you can both blink again. Also Steve invited you to go train with him once you were done here."

Bucky grunted before standing up. He noticed Peter on his way out and raised a brow, muttering a "Good luck" which sounded like he had absolutely no faith in Peter to survive the next seven hours alone with you.

"Right." Happy nodded, "(Y/N)'s free to go to all the common areas, her room, and the bathroom. Stay out of the labs, away from the cells. Thor is her designated escort to go see her father so you have no business being down there. Anything else, just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. Sound good?"

Peter just nodded, not being able to take his eyes away from you as you stared back at him.

Happy looked back and forth between the two of you, "Good lord," he sighed, "Don't forget that you're on camera (Y/N)," he called over to you before taking his leave.

Now it was just you and Peter. You watched as he tentatively took a seat where Bucky had been previously sitting.

He gulped again, eyes flickering all over the place, feeling uncomfortable under your gaze. It was a weird feeling for him to be speechless, but he couldn't form a coherent thought around you.

You finally looked away, reaching for a book that you had placed on the table beside the couch you were on. Your fingers carded through the pages until landing on the page Peter assumed you must've left off on.

It would be silent for the next half hour before Peter finally found it in him to speak up.

"What are you reading...?" He asked cautiously. He knew Happy said you didn't like talking, but it felt weird to sit in complete silence the entire time.

"Game of Thrones," you hummed, and dear God... he forgot how euphonious your voice was considering he only heard you speak a few sentences earlier that week. "Stark keeps calling me 'Game of Thrones', and I don't like when people below me speak things that go over my head."

Peter laughed awkwardly, until he realized you weren't joining him, making his awkward chuckle turn into a cough. "Yeah... that sounds like Mr. Stark."

It was silent again... and Peter was starting to regain his uncontrollable urge to speak again.

"So uh... what were you and Bucky doing?"

You hummed, "I like Bucky," you said, not answering his question, but hey, if you were willing to talk, Peter wasn't going to stop you. "There's a lot of pain in his eyes."

"And you like that?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"I'm partial to broken things," your eyes looked up from your book, once again locking with his, "Tell me Peter... are you a broken thing?"

Peter spluttered as he felt an uncontrollable heat crawl up the back of his neck, and once again, he found himself unable to form any words.

You cut off his broken stutters, "I see pain in your eyes too, different... but it’s there."

"I mean-- yeah I guess. Who doesn't have a story, right?" He chuckled uncomfortably, "I don't think anything I've been through compares to Bucky's past though, y'know? Maybe that’s why it looks different? Or something, like you said—“

"You talk when your nervous," you noted.

"Wha- yeah, I guess I do--"

"Do I make you nervous?"

Peter's eyes widened and he truly felt helpless under your gaze as you waited for his response, "Um... "

"Why do I make you nervous?"

Peter bit his lip, looking away from you, "Well... you're a Princess... and a Goddess from another planet. I'm not really sure how to talk to you."

"From what I heard from the others, that's never seemed to stop you before."

Peter looked at you with wide eyes, "Have-- Have you been talking about me with the others?"

"Yes," you easily admitted, "You intrigue me Peter Parker. From the moment I saw you in the meeting room."

Peter felt like a fish out of water, mouth falling and closing shut as he searched for the words to respond to that. He almost didn't want to believe you, it felt too surreal. "Why would I..."

You shrugged, "You're different than the others. I can tell you have a kindness your friends do not possess."

He thought back to all the times he showed villains mercy where he knew the other Avengers wouldn’t, and he was to compelled to agree with you, just a little bit, "Maybe a little... but the others are heroes too."

"Come here."

"What?"

And for the first time, Peter saw you smile and if you were pretty before, he was sure he was going to have to take a few days off in order to cope with how pretty you were now.

"I said, 'come here'," you laughed gently.

Peter took a shaky breath and nodded, walking over to you as you swung your legs over the couch to make a space for him while placing your book back down. He sat on the opposite end of the couch so that there was an empty cushion between you and you laughed once again at his tentativeness. You moved over, the side of your body pressing against his as he gulped, staring straight ahead of him.

You gazed at his side profile for a moment, and you did have to admit-- this Midgardian was quite cute.

Most of the men back on Asgard were too proud for their own good, and you found that too much pride made a man insufferable... but Peter? Was a breath of fresh air.

You promised not to get too ahead of yourself though as he still was a Midgardian. At least now you couldn't fault your Uncle for finding some sort if interest in that Jane woman he had told you so much about.

"I like you Peter."

Peter turned to look at you, eyebrows drawn together in utter confusion, "But you barely know me," he said, voice high pitched and flustered.

"And you barely know who I am, however that hasn't stopped you from being attracted to me either," you said challengingly.

"Are you-- Are you saying you're attracted to me?" 

You studied him, a silence filling the air between the two of you. Your faces were only a few inches apart and you wanted to attempt something, so you leaned forward and--

A sudden shock of Peter’s spider sense going off caused him to jump backwards, back bending along the arm of the couch, staring at you with panic as he assessed that yes, you had just leaned in to kiss him.

Peter continued to gaze at you with his panic stricken expression, as your face slowly morphed into a look of glee, and he could have sworn your eyes flashed green again with magic.

"You're fun," You said breathlessly, "You are nothing like the men back home." 

You placed a hand on his shoulder to draw him in once more, before saying, "I would like to get to know you some more Peter Parker."

"Are you gonna try to kiss me again?" he rushed out.

"Would you like me too?"

"Yes-- No-- I mean-- I don't know what the protocol is here."

"There is no protocol. I may be a ward of Midgard but I am still the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief. I will be gone within a year. So would you like to kiss me before I go?"

He bit his lip, contemplating the correct answer before slowly nodding.

"I would like that too." you grinned, before an idea came to mind. You hadn't seen your father in quite a bit due to Thor being busy, so you decided to use this as an opportunity, "But first, I need a favor from you Peter Parker."

"S-sure, anything."

"I would like to visit my father."

Peter's face dropped, "I'm sorry Princess but I can't do that."

"I know you're not supposed to, but my Uncle has gone back to visit Asgard a few days ago and I haven't been able to see my father since I first arrived and I am asking you because I think you are kind enough. The others would never take me to visit him."

Peter looked away, contemplating his options. You were right in saying that the others would never let you see your father.

"Can we wait until your uncle-- I mean, Thor, comes back?"

You sighed, leaning away from him and Peter immediately missed your closeness, "I suppose. However he isn't meant to come back for quite a bit. My grandfather, Odin, will be waking up from the Odinsleep in a while, and my Uncle needs to be there for Asgard until that time comes. I'm worried I won't be able to see my father before they free him by the end of the month."

"Oh... Then, maybe, just for a short while, I could maybe accompany you in the cells--" he conceded.

"You would?" you asked, immediately leaning in close to him again, "I would only need a few minutes and you could stay with me the entirety of the meeting. Then afterwards... I would like to get to understand you better Peter."

Peter found himself nodding like a lovesick fool. "Okay..." Suddenly he remembered what he would need in order to get you down there, "It's not going to be easy. I need to find the code for the cell room and there's going to be guards."

"Well... perhaps if you would allow me. I could bewitch the guards so that we could sneak past." Peter suddenly narrowed his eyes, so you backtracked seeing as you were willing to do whatever need be in order to see your father once more, "Unless you would like to do it another way? I won't use my magic if it makes you feel uneasy. I only want to see my father before he leaves, not get you nor I in any trouble."

Peter nodded, "As long as you don't hurt them then I guess it's fine."

"Of course."

"There's also the issue with the cameras."

"I can bewitch them as well."

"Alright then," and slowly Peter started smiling at the prospect of going on a little adventure with you. "First we need to go into one of the labs to find the code. I'll have to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database to find the passcode but it shouldn't be too hard. I had to do it before and it wasn't too bad."

You grinned, "Perfect."

You followed Peter as he led you to one of the labs as he refused to let you out of his sight-- you assumed he wanted to do something correctly since he would be breaking multiple rules for you.

It didn't take long for him to find the passcode, thoroughly impressing you as you couldn't even begin to understand the complexities of their technology. And he was leading you down to the bottom floor in no time, making sure to point out all of the cameras along the way.

Peter didn't even need to ask you to bewitch the guards because he immediately noticed a green fog in their eyes the moment they came into view. He glanced back at you a bit nervously but seeing as his Spider-Sense hadn't been triggered by you, he figured that you really weren't planning anything.

He felt bad not trusting you as you had seemed sincere when speaking to him along with Thor vouching for your trustworthiness, and he knew he shouldn't judge someone based on the actions of their parents, but you made him nervous... but again that could just be because you were so fucking pretty.

Punching in the passcode, Peter shoved the piece of paper he wrote the numbers on into his pocket before leading you to your father-- well, it was more like he was wandering the cell blocks, looking for Loki seeing as he had never been down here before.

As Peter stumbled around, you stalked down the hall with a purpose, Peter not missing how elegant your walk was.

And soon the two of you were in front of your father's cell.

Loki was sitting up on the bed once he noticed your approach, and he raised an eyebrow as he looked from you to Peter.

Peter felt a chill run down his spine as Loki studied him.

”Where’s Thor?”

You quirked a brow, “Have you forgotten already father? He had to leave for Asgard a few days prior.”

”Right,” He nodded, glancing at Peter briefly, “I presumed you were just avoiding me.”

You laughed, “Of course not. You should thank Peter for allowing me to see you before you leave.”

”I see… Are you that Spider-Boy…?” Loki asked.

Peter shifted on his feet, glancing back at you, “It’s Man. Spider…Man.” He finished awkwardly.

”Ah…” Loki nodded, turning back to you, “How have your accommodations been?”

”Fine I suppose. Stark has his men watching me around the clock so it could be better.”

Loki scoffed, ”They’re infantalizing you.”

”Yes, but I can’t blame them. You haven’t set a very good example so I can see why they don’t trust me.”

Loki rolled his eyes, moving onto the next thing, “I need to apologize to you. I would have liked to do it in private but seeing as I won’t see you for a year, I should do it now.”

“Go on,” you nodded.

“What I did to you was… unfair. I should have let you know, but I didn’t and what’s done is done now, and I can’t take away the pain I caused you for my ruse. So… I’m sorry.”

You jutted your chin out, holding back the tears that pricked behind your eyes at his words. You gave him a curt nod. “Unfortunately I cannot accept your apology, but I do thank you for it… I care about you deeply father, so I ask you to please, never pull a stunt like that again… or at least tell me before you do.”

”I promise.”

You nodded once more, knowing that his word to you was the only word he would never go back on. 

“Good. We’ll be heading back now.”

”Very well. I love you (Y/N).”

The words sounded foreign. Despite the obvious care you both held for each other it was simply not in your natures to voice them, but sometimes, very rarely, he could ignore what was ingrained in him.

And so could you.

”I love you too father. Have a good night.”

After you bid your farewells, you and Peter were taking your leave.

Peter was quiet as he followed you out with a feeling of guilt weighing heavy on his heart.

He had been so distracted by your appearance and fancy titles that he had almost forgotten you were human— actually he wasn’t sure whether you were human or not, but you clearly had feelings and your situation was truly dawning on him.

He felt like an intruder, watching the interaction between you and Loki, almost like it wasn’t meant for his eyes and ears. But he knew that whatever Loki had done, it had hurt you. And as selfish as it was Peter liked seeing this vulnerable side of you.

”Let’s go to my room.”

”Huh—?” Peter asked, staring at the back of your head, “Are you sure?”

”Yes.”

”Are the guards—“

”They returned to normal once we were out of sight,” you said as you stepped into the elevator with Peter.

”What floor—“

”Go to the library first. We need to make it seem as if we were leaving from there.”

”Right.”

Peter did as you said, going to the library where you two had assumed your earlier positions before you stopped bewitching the cameras. From there, the two of you left to go to your bedroom.

Once there, Peter watched as you situated yourself on your bed while he stood awkwardly by the door.

He noticed the look in your eyes now seemed distant than they were earlier. Peter understood that he didn't know you very well-- in fact, he had only known you for about four hours in total but even still, he had a feeling that this faraway look in your eyes was not who you typically were.

"Can I... ask you something?" Peter asked with hesitation, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked around your barely lived in room.

You blinked, almost as if remembering he was still there, "Yes."

"I don't mean to pry but... what did Loki do to you? It just seems like something happened between the two of you," he said, fumbling with his words.

You pursed your lips with a hum, debating whether or not to share your sob story with him. But you guessed that after you left you wouldn't be seeing him ever again so... why not?

"I don't know what Midgard knew of my father's antics before he tried conquering Midgard again, but he faked his own death."

Peter nodded in recognition, "Yeah, I actually did hear about that."

"Yes... and he lied to me too."

"He didn't... you believed he was dead too?"

You nodded, "I believed he was dead for years... So imagine my surprise when my Uncle comes to me, telling me my own father who we both believed to be dead-- who we held a funeral for, was captured on Midgard and I was to replace him as Midgard's ward in order to free him." You continued, "I’ve seen him for one of the first times in years,  just to be without him for another year." 

You stared across the room and Peter continued to gaze into the distant look in your eyes. He found it quite ironic how you were saying you liked broken things when Peter could see that you were feeling just as broken.

But suddenly, you snapped out of it and looked up at Peter.

"But enough about that. I'd prefer to hear you speak instead. Come, sit." You invited, patting a free space on your bed.

Peter walked over, starting to feel a little bit more comfortable around you as he sat at the end of the bed, leaving more than enough space between you both.

"You called yourself Spider-Man?" You asked, remembering what he had said when you both visited Loki.

"Yeah," Peter grinned, "That’s my um, alias.”

”I see,” you hummed, “You seem to be much younger than the others.”

”Yeah, when I was 15 I got bitten by this radioactive spider and it gave me superpowers, so I kinda got into the game pretty early on.” He shrugged.

”What kind of powers did you receive?” 

“Oh y’know… super strength, speed, flexibility… I guess that’s the normal stuff when you think of super powers.”

You moved closer to him, making him blush even though there was still plenty of space between you both. “Did the bite make you humble as well or was that always apart of you?”

Peter blushed harder, laughing awkwardly as you fixed him once again with one of your intense gazes.

”I-um— I dunno,” he stuttered, before finding himself into another one of his ramblings, “Another cool thing I got though is this spider sense, so I can like tell when I’m in danger before something happens.”

This really piqued your interest, “Really now? To what extent?”

”I’m not too sure… like one time I was able to tell the milk was spoiled before I drank it, and like before… when you leaned in, I knew you were going to kiss me, that’s why my reaction was kinda, uh, violent…” He trailed off.

You quirked a brow, “So you think I’m dangerous?”

”No!” He yelped, “It’s just— I was able to tell you were going to do something kind of, I dunno, but it’s like I think you kissing me would have surprised me which is why it triggered my spider sense— do you know what I mean?”

You laughed at his desperation, “So, if I tried to kiss you again, would you move away?”

”Um… No?”

You hummed, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him down.

”W-what are you doing?” 

“Relax Peter. You’ve been on edge for hours now. Are you usually like this?” You asked. 

Peter eyed you warily, allowing you to push him down onto your bed, gasping when you straddled his lap.

He jerked up onto his elbows, looking frantically around the room, “Are there cameras in here. If Mr. Stark sees this then—“

”Shh,” you hushed, placing a finger on his lips, his wide eyes meeting yours again. “I’ll take that as a yes. And no, there are no cameras in here.”

Peter felt even more on edge now. You were setting off his spider sense with whatever you were planning making him feel stuck between a rock and a hard place.

On the one hand he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, this was technically fraternizing with the enemy seeing as you were Loki’s daughter and Mr. Stark didn’t trust you yet but on the other hand… here was a goddess practically throwing herself at him.

You placed both hands on his chest and pushed back down again and he allowed you to.

You leaned over him, placing both hands on either side of his head, your hair draping down around his face.

”You look scared Peter.”

”I’m sorry.” He rushed out in a single, high pitched breath.

”Don’t be,” you lilted, dragging a finger along his jaw, “I find it endearing. The boys on Asgard are always so full of themselves, it’s nice to see how… compliant you are. It is doing wonders for my ego right now,” you said with a laugh.

Peter gulped, his entire body was tingling, especially where you kept stroking his skin. And he swore, waiting for you to kiss him was driving him mad as the anticipation was almost too much to handle, so instead he found himself leaning up and crashing his lips to yours instead.

You reciprocated immediately, pushing him back down to the bed as you took control of the kiss. His lips were completely to your mercy as you kissed and nipped at them.

”There’s… something about— you,” you said in between kisses, “That makes me feel… powerful.” 

“Oh shit,” Peter muttered at the feeling of his hands being restrained by magic. He broke the kiss, looking at his hands, then back at you. A soft unrestrained whimper escaping him.

Peter clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he was starting to realize.

“Oh my God,” Peter hissed, jerking his hips up as you shoved your hand down his pants, “Princess, I—“

”I’m very impressed,” you hummed, squeezing his cock, “Back on Asgard there are many rumors about Midgardian men being small, but I can’t say that about you.”

Peter’s face grew ten times more red with your comment, moaning as you squeezed him.

”Wait— Princess, if you keep doing that, I’ll—“

”That soon, huh?” You said with a laugh, quite enjoying the helpless and desperate look on his face, “Very well,” you let go of him, pulling your hand out of his jeans. “I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun too soon.”

Peter felt a rush of air enter his lungs once you let go, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m sorry,” he said once again.

”For what?” You asked with a raised brow, “There are plenty more activities we can partake in first. I’m actually quite interested in seeing what your mouth can do. Care to show me?”

Peter swallowed nervously, “You mean— you want me too…?”

”Would you like to?”

Peter found himself at a loss for words, only being able to nod frantically in agreement.

”Wonderful,” you giggled, climbing off him.

You situated yourself on your back, leaning up on your elbows.

Peter watched as you pulled up your dress and spread your legs… for him.

He must’ve fucking died and gone to heaven at that point. 

Peter also thought that this must have been his reward for dealing with all the grief and pain he had endured in his life.

He sat up. Staring at your cunt— you hadn’t even been wearing underwear this entire goddamn time.

Peter was struck with the sudden need to make you feel good. He wanted to prove to you that yes— he was so much better than the boys back on Asgard. He would do anything for the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief to be hooked on the pleasure only little Peter Parker from Midgard could provide.

He would have done anything for you in that moment just to prove he was good enough.

He tentatively made his way between your thighs. You leaned up further, pressing your lips against his briefly before muttering, “Get to work.”

Peter stared back at you with a puppy-like gaze, bright and completely under your control.

He did as you said and laid down on his stomach. 

Your cunt was only a breath away, his cock twitched realizing how wet you were— you wanted him.

Without any more hesitation, he dived forward, dragging his tongue against you. He relished the moan that left you upon licking your clit.

He moaned at your taste, he was sure that he’d never get enough of it now. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, tongue focusing on your clit.

You laid back with a gasp, fingers tangling into his brown curls. This wasn’t exactly part of the plan for today, but you’d take it. He was much better with his mouth than you were expecting.

You bucked your hips against his mouth and gave a harsh tug to his curls, making him whimper. “Use your fingers,” you ordered.

He did as you asked without a moments hesitation, letting go of your thigh to press his fingers into you, immediately curling his fingers to find what he was looking for.

”A little more— ah, there,” you gasped out in bliss as he continued to thrust his fingers into you while sucking on your clit.

Peter stared up at you. You were so fucking gorgeous he was sure this was a dream.

Your mouth fell slack as you moaned out his name, eyes screwed shut and toes curling. He was doing this. He was the one making you feel this good right now.

Peter nearly came in his pants, untouched, as you opened your eyes and locked your gaze with his. 

Eyes smoldering and intense, even more so than they had been earlier, almost making him freeze in his spot if he wasn’t so determined to make you cum.

And you did.

While moaning his name.

Peter worked you through your orgasm, letting you buck against his face until you became limp, laying against the bed as you panted.

Peter pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper. He then pulled away from you, his mouth and chin covered in your slick.

”You taste really good,” Peter said breathlessly, moving up your body.

”Do I?” You giggled, clearly in a much better mood. “Care to give me a taste then?”

”Yeah,” he breathed, leaning down to press his lips to yours again.

You were nearly too much for poor Peter Parker to handle as he hadn’t felt his spider sense calm down since this began.

Your fingers toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck, lips moving against his lazily after your orgasm.

It only took you a few moments to get back into the game as you pushed his hoodie down his shoulders. He eagerly pulled it off, tossing it off the bed.

He broke the kiss, tugging his t-shirt off and making you giggle.

”You seem very eager,” you commented, eyeing his chest and abs.

”After that— yeah.”

You sat up, fingers trailing up his arms. “I really must say that you are full of surprises,” you hummed, thoroughly impressed with how muscular he was. “I think it’s your turn.”

You sat up more, pushing him back onto the bed so he lay on his back, once again straddling his hips and giving you an even better view of his upper body.

You rolled your hips, making him grunt and feel how hard he was.

Now, growing up, Peter learned an important life lesson.

If something seemed to be too good to be true, it usually was.

His crush asking him out in ninth grade was a prank.

Spider-Man seemed like a pretty sweet deal until he realized that he’d nearly die and get his loved ones killed many times over.

The time the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief seduced him?

Turned out to be apart of a fucking scheme.

“What is going on here!?” Peter suddenly heard, and none other than from Nick Fury as the door was violently thrown open.

You looked up to find Stark, Thor, and the rest of the Avengers standing in the doorway. Tony’s arm wearing the arm of his suit, palm open and ready to shoot.

”What!?” Peter yelped, sitting up and pushing you off him.

”Loki’s missing,” Tony suddenly said, “And we had a feeling it might have something to do with his daughter considering you two were no where to be found on the camera system.”

Peter’s head snapped towards you, eyes widened in panic.

You sighed, your shoulders sagging as you climbed off the bed. 

“A shame really,” you hummed, looking back at Peter, “Things were really about to get fun.” You turned back to the Avengers. “Next time, it would serve you well to take your own advice Stark. If you ever meet someone with the word ‘Mischief’ in their name. Don’t trust them… and Uncle,” you looked at Thor, “I do apologize, but it had to be done.”

”Then it’s too late?” Thor asked defeatedly.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, aiming his question at Thor, “Why do you Asgardians always talk in riddles?”

You only smiled and with a wave goodbye and a flare of green light… you were gone.

”Where’d she go?” Nick demanded furiously of Thor, the others now waiting on him.

”That wasn’t her,” Thor answered, “That was merely a replication of her. Her true self must have slipped out and freed Loki… I would imagine that they are both off Midgard by now.”

"Her true self must have slipped out, huh?" Nick Fury repeated accusingly, now staring at Peter, "I wonder how she managed that."

Peter's mouth fell open as everyone now stared at him. "Okay. I know this looks bad--"

"Looks bad?" Steve hissed, finally speaking up for the first time, "Tony being caught playing with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new weapons 'looks bad'. Not only did you let our only assurance that Loki wasn't going to attack Earth escape with him but you were about to--"

"In the kid's defense," Bucky started, cutting Steve off, "She probably could have done that to most of us, her tactics seemed kind of... foolproof."

Nat shook her head, "We need to debrief this properly. Everyone in the conference room, Tony get Bruce, I'll get Clint, and Peter... put your shirt on." She quickly stalked off with a few of the others following behind.

Peter stared at the ground, sitting guiltily under Nick, Tony, and Steve's glares, "She's right." Fury said, "We'll review this and figure out what our next steps are," and finally the last of them were leaving.

Peter buried his face in his hands and swore that if he ever saw you again he was going to... well he didn't know what he was going to do yet, but he sure as hell was fucking pissed and humiliated.

***

"Let's go," you muttered, pulling your father along with you and giving a nod towards Heimdall.

"Why are you in such a rush," Loki asked, wondering why you seemed so apprehensive.

"I doubt Thor will think we came to Asgard but we can never be too sure-- My plan isn't over yet."

Loki quirked a brow, "You set up more than just our escape?"

"Of course."

He hummed, walking with you towards the kingdom, "I’m impressed."

"I'm just glad you picked up on my lie about Thor's whereabouts back in the cell."

"That quirk in your brow wasn't as subtle as you think, however you did a nice job in choosing the weakest of the Avengers."

You shrugged, "He’s a young and naive man— they all think the same. Show them a pretty face and there’s only one thing on their mind. I was able to slip this from him without him knowing," you said, raising the piece of paper with the passcode that he had shoved into his pocket earlier.

Loki tsked, “I don’t want to know what you got up to with that boy, but I will assume that you did what needed to be done. What's the plan now?"

"Well, I figured since this entire situation stemmed from you wanting to rule a realm then... you'll rule Asgard."

"And how are we accomplishing that?"

"You will pretend to be grandfather." You said.

"And what will you do with your grandfather then?"

"I'll take care of that. You just focus on ruling Asgard.”

”Hm, I guess you take after me more than I thought.” He hummed.

You didn’t respond, now focused on figuring out how to proceed with the next phase of your plan.

That, and trying to ignore the way your mind kept wanting to think about the Midgardian boy and how he made you feel.

But just like every man you felt for before, you’d crush each and every one of those feelings… you had a much more glorious purpose to live up to after all.

Ingredients: Katsuki Bakugou

Contains: headcanons, soft Bukugou, OOC Bakugou, love and sweetness, written on my tablet, self-indulged, my brain

couldn't think of proper grammar,

Type of order: Hot chocolate(fluff)

Summary: Just some headcanons about soft!Bakugou

A\N: It's around midnight and I needed to get this out of my head before going to sleep. Please enjoy.❤

He will cook for you on his days off

On your bad days he will make your favorite dish

Cuddling with him until both of you fall asleep + pillow talks

Hums to you (especially when you're anxious)

When the two of you are alone he lets you do his hair (even braiding it)

Has an All Might Plushi

Back hugs, and when he gives them to you he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck (when you're taller than him, he hides his face in your back)

Will take you on wholesome dates, like picnics or beach dates

Whispers sweet nothings to you

Loves leaving Hickey's on your stomach, color bone or in the crook of your neck. (If you don't like hickeys then ignore this pls)

Pillow fights until you both lay laughing on the floor

maybe one where the reader comforts him after he has a nightmare ?

sometimes, katsuki had nightmares.

they weren't entirely obvious at first. there were days where you noticed he had bags under his eyes, but he always gruffly brushed them off as being a result of pro-hero work. the lingering sense of unease and way he startled easily in the mornings were also something you were wary of, but he told you he was just tired from his patrols. you were concerned, but there wasn't really anything you could do about it if it was related to hero work. and you trusted him to tell you if it ever became too much for him.

but he never did, and you soon realized he'd been lying to you.

one night, when you were both tucked comfortably in your shared bed, you woke up for no reason whatsoever. you were curled on your side, facing the dark wall, wondering why you had blinked yourself awake. you could feel the warmth of katsuki's body besides you, hear the way he steadily breathed in and out, in and out. it was comforting, listening to him, and you eventually found yourself drifting back off into your dreams.

that is, until katsuki jerked abruptly in his sleep.

your eyes snapped open, his body jostling yours as his arm twitched by his side. you blinked blearily and turned your head around to peer at him, wondering if he was awake or not. what you saw made you sit up slightly, shifting around so you could hover gently over his face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up, angled towards his hairline. his lips were tugged downwards in a frown, trembling almost minutely in a way that made your chest hurt. the angles of his cheeks glistened in the dewy lighting of the moon. your breathing nearly stopped as you watched his expression, the way his eyes squeezed tight.

"katsuki," you whispered softly, quietly, as you ran your fingers along his cheeks, tracing his smooth skin. he didn't respond, still tensed up even as you dried his face and started running a hand through his spiky hair. you could see the way one of his hands gripped onto the white sheets of your bed, straining the material. you were starting to worry, a troublesome little thing that manifested itself in the depths of your heart.

he made a choked sound then, and you hushed him gently, shifting up so you could hold his face in your palms. you could see beads of sweat starting to gather on his forehead, smell that familiar burnt caramel scent of his quirk. his body jerked again, muscles of his arms coiling dangerously as he muttered something undecipherable. your thumbs roamed along the skin under his eyes, collecting the tears that'd still gathered there.

"katsu," you tried again, louder this time, when his expression didn't smooth over. his breathing was starting to pick up, and you leaned closer, noses nearly touching as you drummed at his cheeks with your fingers. "katsuki."

his eyes snapped open, hands shooting up to grab at your wrists. his palms were hot and for a split second, you were frozen, watching as his gaze latched onto your own. you could tell he was still chasing away the remnants of his dream, his pupils tiny as he stared up at you unseeingly.

"what-" he choked out, blinking a few times before you saw his pupils dilate. his eyebrows relaxed only a smidgen, hands gripping onto you for dear life.

"baby," you said quietly, still wiping away the tears on his face. "what's wrong?"

he did nothing but look at you, tracing over the planes of your cheeks with his eyes. there was something about the way he stared at you, something vulnerable in the way he nearly appeared to be relying on your touch, your gaze, to cement him to the world. his hands relaxed around your wrists, holding them in a loose manner. he exhaled slowly.

"s'nothin'," he soon grunted out, closing his eyes. his head eased back into the pillow beneath him. you frowned, though he could not see it. he just looked so tired, you noticed, exhaustion lining his features and making him seem like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"it's not nothing," you told him, letting go of his face at last and slipping your wrists from his hold. his eyes opened again at the loss of your touch, crimson gaze following you as you shifted so you could lay back down on your side, facing him. "wanna talk about it?"

he looked like he was contemplating it for a second, staring up at the ceiling that danced with the fickle shadows of night. like this, his hair looked almost ghostly, framed with moonlight from the open window of your shared room.

when he simply shook his head, you nodded, letting yourself sink back down completely into the blankets and pillows. he immediately rolled over onto his side, throwing a heavy arm over your waist. you took that as a sign to shift closer, nestling your face into his chest as he buried his nose into your hair.

"you know i'm always here if you need me, right?" you whispered into his torso, your arm wrapping around him so you could hold him tighter. closer. you pretended not to notice the way his grip around you increased, as though if he so willed it, he could meld your body into his forever.

"yeah," he whispered back just as quietly, burrowing himself further into everything that made up you. "i know."

read this if you want something similar to this request!

Bakugou Katsuki, as you’ve come to learn, is a very animated sleeper.

It all started one night when you blinked yourself awake in the quiet of your moon-kissed shared bedroom, a heavy feeling pressing down onto your body. You took a few moments to orient yourself, the vague remnants of a lingering dream winking out before your eyes. You weren’t sure why exactly you’d decided to wake up at this moment, but you were feeling a bit overheated. Summers were always brutal. When you glanced over at Katsuki, you realized that the heavy feeling you’d been puzzling over was actually his arm… and most of his torso. And one of his legs. He was splayed out on his stomach, the side of his face smooshed into his pillow as faint snores left his slightly open mouth. His head was close enough that you could feel the gentle puffs of air from his mouth against your cheek, see the small movements his eyes made as he probably dreamed a dream worthy of pro-heroes.

You blinked at him for a moment, then lifted your head slightly to look down at your body, the way Katsuki was nearly rolled on top of you. This wasn’t even the position you’d both fallen asleep in; no wonder you were feeling a bit stuffy. Katsuki always ran hot, which made him an absolute nightmare to sleep with in the warmer months of the year. You huffed out a breath of air through your nose, then tried to shift away from him a bit — at least so that you could wiggle out from under his torso.

You’d just moved a few centimeters when you heard a break in Katsuki’s breathing, his head shifting slightly as he blinked blearily at you with tired crimson eyes.

“Wuzzwrong?” he slurred slightly, lifting his head a bit from his pillow so that he could peer at your face. His hair was a bit flattened on the side he’d been resting on while the rest stuck up like a spiky dandelion.

You shook your head, a small smile on your lips at the sight of his lopsided hair. “It’s nothing,” you whispered to him, lifting up a hand so you could gently press the side of his head back onto his pillow. He let you do so with little protest, still blinking hazily all the while. “Just feeling a bit hot, is all.”

He watched you carefully for a moment, and you wondered if he was even fully awake to process what you were saying. Then he mumbled something indecipherable and rolled over onto his other side. You breathed out a sigh of relief when his body moved off of you, shuffling to make yourself comfy once more as Katsuki started snoring again almost immediately. It didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep after that, though once you woke up again in the morning, Katsuki had somehow managed to end up halfway splayed over you once more.

The next time something like that happened, you weren’t so lucky when waking up.

You were jolted awake, blinking rapidly as you stared up at the darkened ceiling of your bedroom. It took you a moment to process that you weren’t dreaming anymore, your vision swimming slightly before you blinked a few more times to clear it up. You were confused, a slight stinging sensation on your cheek making you furrow your brows. There was a weight pressed against your face, and upon turning your head, you realized that it was Katsuki’s hand. Your brows furrowed, the pieces clicking together.

The fucker had slapped you in his sleep.

You sighed, using your hand to gently move his own out of your face. He twitched slightly as you did so, his leg moving along your stomach. It was then that you realized he was splayed out like a starfish on his back, one of his thick legs resting on your torso while his hand was stretched out towards your cheek. Like this, his head was just on the edge of the bed, his opposite arm hanging off towards the floor. He seemed none the wiser to his position, slumbering peacefully away without a single care in the world.

Good for him, you thought only a little bit grumpily, glancing at the small digital clock on the nightstand next to Katsuki’s side to see it was well past two in the morning. Good that he gets to sleep while I’m awake. Bitch.

You huffed, then decided you couldn’t just leave him in this kind of precarious position; you didn’t want him to hurt his neck, after all. So you sat up slowly, turning your body so you could carefully reach over to his head to snake a hand underneath it. You’d just barely managed to squeeze your fingers under his big head before you heard a break in his breathing. He blinked himself awake, lifting his head up slightly as he gazed at you confusedly. His expression almost made you laugh, especially with the way he squinted up at you through the dim lighting of the room.

“Huh?” he eloquently asked, sleep still addling his brain as you waited for him to somewhat process what you were doing.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself like that,” you told him gently, and he wordlessly moved his gaze to see that he was very much close to possibly rolling off the bed. He grumbled under his breath, raising his body so he could shuffle back into a proper position next to you. He moved his leg off your stomach, and you lowered yourself back down onto the bed. The moment your head hit your pillow, Katsuki threw an arm over your chest and tugged you closer to him, burying his face in your hair. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled, increasing his grip on you. Within a few seconds, he was out cold once again, his breaths ruffling the small hairs on your face.

You really had no idea how he kept switching positions like that through the night. You always fell asleep together with him holding onto you, pressing your back to his chest as though he could force you into himself if he tried hard enough. It was kind of funny to you that he moved around a lot in his sleep. It was even funnier that he never seemed to remember when you told him about it in the morning. But even if he kept waking you up at night, you found that you really didn’t mind too much. Not when he held you like this, one of his legs coming up to wrap across your thighs in a way that made you feel safe. Secure.

You sighed, closing your eyes with a small smile on your face.

i’m kinda thinking about the last one a loT… i’m guessing this is about 700-1k words ? cw: last one includes making out :) otherwise bakugou wildly in love

“I MUST REALLY LOVE YOU” is one of your favourite things to hear your boyfriend say. usually because it meant you were getting what you want one way or another like the spoiled princess you are. his words, not yours. but it wasn’t your fault he always caved in and then gratified you with whatever you wanted and an indirect love confession after.

it’s always said in a grumble with a huff tacked on like you’re asking him to move the earth for you. which honestly is something he would attempt if you asked. but this time you’re laying beside him in bed, head propped up with your hand and your leg thrown over his body. it’s his off day today and he’d much rather say in the warmth in his bed with you.

“do you mind getting us breakfast baby?” and one thing about your boyfriend is that your maximum asks for something is usually once, twice only if he didn’t hear you the first time.

so he blinks a couple times trying to adjust to the possibility of getting out of bed right now, then he gives an over dramatic loud puff and says it. “i must really love you.”

but you know there’s no honest malice or annoyance in his tone as he rubs the back of your thigh and squeezes before he carefully pushes you off to climb out of bed.

when you say a soft sleepy , “love you!!” to your boyfriend, half asleep bouncing on one leg to pull on his joggers. he follows with a playful “yeah yeah,” bending down to kiss your forehead.

another time is when you’re both invited to kirishima’s christmas party. the red and green invite with bold text at the bottom practically screaming ‘COME IN AN UGLY CHRISTMAS JUMPER OR YOURE NOT ALLOWED IN’.

the threat doesn’t shake your boyfriend, he doesn’t care if he turns up or not. “yeah that shit’s not me.” he says to kirishima on the phone and you’re rolling your eyes at his dramatics. it’s just a jumper and nobody’s gonna be paying attention after glasses of mulled wine and eggnog but alas katsuki’s not into it.

so next time you see him, you’re waving a bag in front of his face. “i got you something, gorgeous. for kiri’s party!” and immediately a frown is on his face, he feels like he can already see the future; him giving in to wear an ugly ass jumper. how the mighty have fallen.

you pull a thick fluffy jumper out your bag made from the itchiest wool he’s laid eyes on, complete with built in flashing lights and a lopsided santa. it’s the ugliest thing he’s ever seen. but you’re smiling at him so prettily with a little tilt of your head.

“try it on for me!! please!!” and you never have to ask twice. he just yanks it out your hand and pulls off his current hoodie.

“i must really love you,” he hopelessly sighs but when his head pops out the hole of the jumper, you’re holding another one infront of your body.

“we’re gonna be matching!! so cute!!” and suddenly bakugou doesn’t care anymore that he’s wearing the ugliest jumper known to mankind…. because you’ll be wearing one with him.

and the next time is when you think you need to convince him. kissing a trail up his neck, nibbling his earlobe and resting a palm flat on his chest. you have him like dough in your hands; he’s stretching out his neck so you have more space to kiss and you can feel his appreciative purrs rumble through his abdomen. you’re pressing your cute little “please katsu”’s into his skin and the only reason why he hasn’t said yes yet is because he can’t. his brain is scrambled from your touch and he feels like he’s bonelessly melting into your sofa.

he only sparks awake when you brush your fingers over his nipple, his eyes fluttering open with a loud moan. “is that a yes baby?” you grin, a grin that would have been taken a little deliriously if bakugou wasn’t so in love. “yeah… yeah you can princess.” he replies breathlessly and he doesn’t even know what for.

but when he’s walking up to your apartment the next day, a shiny brand new car is sitting right in front of your building. it’s nothing like the other tiny dusty decade old cars around so he knows it’s probably from his bank account. especially if the number plates anything to go by.

KTSGRL

“fuck. i must really love you.” he mumbles to himself, massive palm rubbing his chin as a deep chuckle shakes from his throat.

Just Friends

EEEEK!! also not edited 🤣🙌🏼

bakugou x reader college au

wc: 660

masterlist

You are friends, best friends; And he is your world, however even though you are madly in love with him, you don’t think it’s reciprocated. But little do you know he’s pining for you too. The lingering touches, jokes during class. He’s pulling out all his best work just for one single chance to make you his.

Todays lecture was a particularly boring one. Katsuki thought so too, you could tell by the way he would lean over and whisper something into your ear, trying desperately to make you laugh. That laugh that he loves so much. Anytime the professor said something, anything at all, there he was cracking a joke. At some point during the class you just stopped listening all together to solely focus on Bakugou.

“Ya wanna get lunch after this? ‘M starving.” He says quietly to not disrupt the people around him.

“Lunch sounds sooooo good, I haven’t eaten yet today I don’t think.” You whisper back trying to wrack your brain to see if you’d eaten.

“Tch gotta take care of y’self, stupid. You’d be so fucking dead without me I swear” He laughs at the incredulous look you give him and only tears his eyes away when he hears everyone moving.

You began to pack your things and made your way into the isle to wait for Bakugou. He always takes his sweet time cleaning up because of his strict “organization” system. Yet you always wait. Not because you can’t make it to the door by yourself, but because you feel safe in his presence.

He’d made his way to you and you start the head down the stairs of the auditorium-like classroom. “Oh my god, walk slower” He says sarcastically once you’d made it to the doors. Always being the last people out because he takes so long gives you the opportunity to mess with him a little more.

So you stopped. Directly in front of him in the doorway. But what you forgot was he’s so much bigger and stronger than you, so before you could even laugh about it, you’re off the ground. Thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato’s.

“Ah! Katsuki! Put me down put me down put me down!” You squeak out.

“Nope, this is what you get for being mean.” He laughs at his own statement. You? Mean? Never. And especially never to him.

“I surrender! I’m sorry, please put me down katsu!” You say giggling trying to fake an apologetic look even though he can’t see your face.

He grabs you by the hips and gently let you down right in front of him. And he truly honest to god didn’t mean for the two of you to be so close but hey, he wasn’t complaining. His hands never left your waist because he feels like if he moves it’s all over, never to happen again. And it’s so much harder to compose himself when you’re looking at him like that with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Katsu…” You whisper out gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He says with the softest voice you’ve ever heard. All the while, whilst the two of you are barely speaking, your faces are inching towards each other. Constantly darting your eyes down to the others lips.

“Y/N can i-” You cut bakugou off before he can finish. “Please.” The last word exchanged before he leans down to capture your lips in his. And boy did it feel like heaven, like the stars finally aligned. Lips slotting together in harmony, breathy noises coming out in almost moans, teeth clanking together at some points because you’re both so happy you can’t help but smile. It continues for a bit until you remember you’re out in the open and you move to pull away. His head follows yours in a last minute attempt to kiss you again before he opens his eyes to see your dazed smile.

Yeah, maybe you weren’t “just friends”.

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki

Bakugou x reader

warnings: none, thunderstorms lol.

a/n: Just a lil something based on my adventures last night haha

The first crackle of thunder sounds throughout the house and Katsuki takes the headphones off his ears and pauses his game. He stares at the door to the game room with a tiny smirk.

“Yo Blasty, you good over there? Why are we paused?” Denki says over the headset.

“Just gimme a damn second Sparky. I’m waiting on somethin’,” he says, eyes still locked on the closed door.

Lightning lights up the sky a few minutes later and right after, a large crack of thunder shakes the house so much Katsuki winces slightly. His smile widens as he hears the commotion in the house.

A door being wrenched open, a pair of soft stomps getting closer to the game room door and then finally, the door bursting open to show a very terrified you standing in the doorway looking at Katsuki with wide eyes and your hands cupped over your ears.

“Ahh there she is,” Katsuki says, chuckling to himself. He holds a hand out to you and very quickly you tiptoe over to him, grab his hand and slip onto his lap to bury your face in his neck.

“What’s going on man, you good?” It’s Kirishima’s voice this time, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Tsk, yeah I’m good. Will just have a guest with me for the rest of the time we’re playin’,” he says, wrapping an arm around your back to maneuver you so he can comfortably reach the mouse. Another rumble of thunder and you whimper and tighten your grip around his neck.

“Where are your headphones Sweets?” he asks softly in your ear.

“Dead and charging,” you reply in a muffled voice from his neck.

He chuckles again. “S’alright. I gotcha,” he whispers.

You’re so goddamn cute when you’re like this. You’re usually not this clingy. Sure, you like to hold his hand when the two of you are out, or you drape a leg over him when the two of you are sitting on the couch watching tv, but usually you’re to yourself, quiet and vibing.

“Tell the guys I say hi,” you say, as your breath tickles his neck.

“They can hear ya,” he replies ”Don’t be rude fuckers, say hi to my girl,” he bites back.

A chorus of hellos ring out from the headsets and you smile at the screen before another thunderclap hits and your back to hiding in Katsuki’s neck.

Katsuki won’t admit it aloud but thunderstorms are his favorite. It never fails. Whenever the storms start you find him wherever he is in the house and cling to him for dear life. He knows you’re strong, knows you don’t usually show this vulnerability around anyone else but he loves that you show it with him. He loves the idea that when you’re completely terrified you run to him, you seek him out, you trust him enough to protect you.

So he holds you and rubs your back as you koala onto him during the storm. He places soft kisses on your forehead between cool downs and breaks while he’s gaming with the rest of his friends and when your headphones are finally charged, he plays with one hand so you can sit at his feet and squeeze his hand when the thunder is too loud for the music to drown out.

“Alright fuckers, don’t think just cuz I’m gaming with one hand you’ll be able to beat me. I’ll dominate you all,” he says as he gives you one last peck on the forehead and unpauses the game.

[4:54pm] // B. Katsuki

“fuck,” you cussed for the umpteen time today, mind in overdrive from the numerous math questions you did in the past few hours. it was taking a toll on you and honestly, you just want to take a big fucking nap.

there’s a test tomorrow for class 3A, and the subject was, you guessed it – math.

in the midst of your self-pity, you heard sudden huffing and puffing from behind you, making you furrow your brows.

“you better not be jerking off right now or i will–“

“fuck woman get ya head out the gutter, ‘m just doing some push ups,” katsuki, or better known as your angry-blonde-pomeranian of a boyfriend, interjected as he continued muttering the number of pushups he had done. 195..196..197…

“you didn’t let me finish, i was gonna say that i would join you,” you shrugged your shoulders. “but i guess you clearly don’t want that.”

hearing a growl and a thump, you swivelled your chair around to meet the rather enjoyable sight of a slightly panting katsuki on the floor of your dorm room.

200.

“do you not have to study for tomorrow or something?” you questioned.

katsuki snapped his gaze towards you from the ground, and raised an eyebrow.

“babe, you know i don’t do last minute revision,” he pushed himself off the ground with a smirk, advancing to your desk.

You scoffed at his statement before turning the chair back to face the one math problem you’ve been stuck on for god knows how long.

leaning his body over you, you could feel the dip in your chair from when he placed his arm on the headrest, and his other hand on the desk, the position caging you in. it made you feel safe, oddly.

as katsuki scanned the worksheet, you were busy admiring the slight sheen of sweat on his bicep, deliciously showing off the curvature of muscles.

lick.

a beat passed before you retracted your tongue back into your mouth, seemingly bewildered by your own action.

katsuki was no better, he blinked twice dumbly before registering that you had just licked his arm… his arm.

“What the fu-“

“sweet,”

both of you spoke at the same time, with you sheepishly looking up at his blank yet slightly offended expression.

he stared at you for a few more seconds before sending a quick whack to the back of your head that got you whining in faux pain.

“what was that for!” you rubbed your head with a pout.

“ya fuckin’ idiot,” he sighed exasperatedly but you knew his words and action held no menace, not when there’s a trace of a smile threatening to break through his annoyed facade.

giggling, you looped an arm around his neck above you, pushing it down for your lips to meet. it was a short kiss, but still had the corners of your mouth turn up into an irrepressible smile and your insides warm with affection.

katsuki had his thumb rubbing circles on your head, a silent apology for whacking you in that exact spot a few moments ago.

separating from each other, you could see katsuki’s pink dusted cheeks and awkward borderline smile, it was adorable. he was adorable. so adorable you couldn’t help but coo and pinch his cheeks.

at that, his awkward smile disappeared into a scowl. his ruby eyes narrowing at you.

“tch, c’mon, what’s the problem with this question?”

god, do you love your boom boom boy.

]Katsuki has a crush[

Bakugou x f!reader

The girls of 1a having a sleepover in the common room and after the blankets and pillows are setup for sleeping they decided to do one more thing before going to sleep,

katsuki wanted water and as he passed by the common room, to the kitchen he just so happens to glance over at the girls who are watching a movie totally not looking for his crush y/n and he sees her on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows seemingly already sleeping,

but that's not what makes his face go warm, it's the fact that she's cuddling with two pillow's like it's a person, one tangled up in her lag's, exactly where he can imagine his own lag's would be,

and with the other pillow being held close to her chast caged in her arms, one of her hands on the top of it on her chest, where he can imagine his head, cheek pressed against her, while sleeping peacefully even with all of the chit chat that's going on in the room.

when katsuki gets to the kitchen he has to stop and look at the ground, trying to slow down his racing heart, he puts his hand over his mouth, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath,

because he can't think of anything else but being that close to you (I'm envious of damn pillow's) he thinks to himself before he hits his four head for even thinking that, he's embarrassed

(if she slept with me in her arms like that, I'd let her sleep and make sure she was comfortable) he thinks before groaning it frustration at how gooey the thoughts going through his head are, but he can't stop it, he's mad at how hot his face is,

all kinds of things go through his head, like how comfortable you would be to sleep on like that?, and how comfortable he'd be to sleep on? he instinctively looks down at himself before he stops at how pathetic that is, he really can't help but think what your hands would feel like in his hair while you cuddle close to him in his warmth on a cold night,

he hears the girls laughing loud at something and he sigh's still refusing to think he actually has a crush, especially on just some girl, but he knows your so much more than "just some girl" :) he finally gets his water after spending 20 minutes in the kitchen and heads for his room,

But he just can't help himself and takes a last look at her before he sees her tomorrow, and he's met with her pretty eyes looking back at him, he didn't prepare himself for that, he keeps his cool as much as he can, which means his eyes widen a little bit,

he figured you woke up because the girls laughing a minute ago, he keeps waking, to which he's happy about since he almost stopped when he saw you awake and looking right at him,

Your not smiling and you don't look very awake, and your on your side now, he keeps walking until he gets into his room, he let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he puts his water down, and once again slap's his hands over his eyes at his uncontrollable thoughts and blush (why was she looking at me?) (her half asleep face is so cute)

to clear his mind before going to sleep he lays on his back in bed and blast's music in his headphones while one more thought comes to the back of his mind "I hate that I want her, but I'll sleep in her arms one day".

bullying katsuki cuz he’s so fun to tease

now, don’t get me wrong, kit kat lays down pipe like a super mario bro, but that’s doesn’t mean he should get cocky! sometimes he needs to be reminded that he’s obsessed with you and needs you more than air 💞

Ok, so maybe you don’t have as much experience as katsuki, (like none at all, he was ur first) but you’re pretty sure he’s great, and you’re pretty confident you’re ok too. At least that’s what he tells you, and you’ve elected to believe him.

the first few times were pretty awkward, still nice, but a bit clunky. after you get in the rhythm of things tho, you guys are at it like bunnies. it’s pretty clear that katsuki is good at what he does, you cum and you cum hard.

so when ur laying on his chest one day after getting your back blown out, you decide to be really annoying.

“sigh... you suck.”

“what?”

“That was like really bad”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You have terrible dick game, i’m sorry i had to be the one to break it to you”

He furrows his eyebrows before he realises it’s a stupid joke. Rolling his eyes, he pulls you in closer, smushing ur boobs against his side even more.

“Be quiet”

“I’m just speaking my truth katsuki. You are abysmal.”

“Shut up. as if you didn’t just nut.”

You snort and hold him tighter. he’s so warm and cozy, you want to suck his dick sometime soon.

“silence, you don’t know anything about me. I could’ve been faking.”

he lets out a huff. He knows you’re only kidding, but he’s beginning to get defensive.

“i know- i know everything about you. stop being annoying.”

“Ok.”

You yawn and close your eyes. the room becomes nice and quiet, and the BUFFOON actually thinks you’re done. As soon as his eyes flutter closed, you strike.

“Worst dick i ever had,” you whisper, giggling as his eyes fly open and he looks down at you angrily.

“Bitch-! only dick you ever had, fucking virgin.”

You gasp in shock! how could he!

“katsuki!!! that’s mean!!”

“What-! You said worse to me!”

You press your face into his booby and he stares down at you incredulously, but with love also.

“It’s only funny when i do it because you know you’re good! i don’t know i’m good! You’re the cool one, you can’t bully me, that’s just bullying!”

He sighs, examining your little face pressed up against him. well, you’re a pain in the ass, but you’re worth it.

“I only said it cuz you were getting on my nerves,” he says softly, as if you could never get on his nerves really. he places his hand on your head, providing a calming weightiness.

“mm.” you actually look like you might drift off now, and he smiles to himself, a smile that he would never let anyone else see.

“You know... you know i think that you’re amazing right?” you can feel him speak, feel the vibration from his chest. it soothes you.

“yeah.”

“yeah”

“best you ever had?”

“don’t push your luck”

katsuki snorts as you give his abdomen a light thump

“hey! who is it then! go on i can take it!”

“I’m joking babe, of course it’s you.”

He leans down and kisses you on the forehead, which pleases you, but does little to appease you.

“No no, who is it? i’m listening! don’t spare my feelings now!”

that’s when you hear his ugly little gremlin laugh, a laugh he only lets out when he’s with you.

Your frown fades away and you refocus on squeezing him as right as you can.

“why are you so mean to me?”

“Why am i-?!” he pauses, sighs, and lets it go, “i don’t know. i love you.”

“I love you a lot less.”

“mhm”

...

“you know i don’t mean that right?”

“go to sleep y/n”

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Bakugou trying to make you jealous but failing miserably😍💪✨

Bakugou grumbled, it was too early in the morning for this shit.

He looked over at you, peacefully sleeping with your lips slightly parted, your arm draped around his chest. He smirked, rubbing his calloused thumb over your lips before leaning over and kissing you.

“Love you babe,” he whispered, planting a kiss to your forehead before getting off the bed.

Today he would be having photo shoots with other pro heroes for the advertisement of the upcoming Hero Gala. Yesterday you were the one to go have multiple photo shoots, not only for the Hero Gala but also for the cover of the new Vogue magazine. Which included men, lots and lots of some of the best heroes from all around the world. Unfortunately for Bakugou, your hero costume was revealing, and with all those men clinging onto you in the photos, it made him… well, jealous.

So by the time you got home Bakugou was sulking and pouting and grumbling, something that had been happening quite often these days, so you knew, from experience, he was jealous. And the only solution to fix it, is fucking him. Reminding him that you’re his and he’s yours, while fucking him till he starts seeing stars. He wasn’t complicated, all it took to get him back to his cocky arrogant self was a few praises here, a couple touches there, and he’d be back to normal.

But Bakugou still wanted revenge, so like his bastardoues self, he made a plan to let as many girls and guys cling to him as possible during the photo shoot. You both knew the photographer personally so he always sent you and Bakugou the results for the pictures. And just for good measure, he made sure his cleavage was lower than necessary, as embarrassing as it was to do.

He didn’t even need to adjust his hero costume to have all the girls all over him, but he did anyways which resulted to probably the most scandalous photos out there if the media knew you and him were engaged. The final results went like this: the 15 top heroes of Japan all gathered together, standing around Bakugou as he was seated in the middle, a girl seated on his lower thigh/knee, his hand on her waist, and another girl behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder while further extenuating her cleavage.

But as much as Bakugou hated to admit it, it didn’t feel… good? Instead of those two girls he wanted you sitting on his thigh, he wanted to be touching your waist.

It was around 5 p.m. when the photographer sent you the photos, you stared at them for a long while with a smirk on your face. You knew what he was trying to do, you knew he was trying to make you jealous, you weren’t dumb. And you knew exactly how to counterattack.

You knew the thing Bakugou hated, absolutely hated most, was when he was trying to get your attention and you would ignore him. He absolutely hated it. So that’s exactly what you planned to do. You knew he was most likely expecting this: you immediately clinging to him and whining as to why those girls were so close to him. So you were going to do the opposite.

When Bakugou got home, opening the door, him expecting you to run up to him and hug him and not let go, and you didn’t, he knew something was up.

Instead you greeted him the way you greeted him everyday, “Hi babe,” you casually greeted, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walking back into the kitchen. Bakugou, stilled, did you not see the photos?

He walked into the kitchen, sitting down on a stool while watching you cook.

“How’d the photo shoot go?” You asked while stirring the pan of stir fry you made.

“It went good, really good actually,” he tried to emphasize, you smiled while turning around to face him, running your hands under the water of the sink, “That’s good,” you chided before turning around again and turning off the stove. You served yourself and Bakugou while feeling Bakugou staring daggers at you. You placed the bowl in front of him, “I could’ve got it myself..” he muttered but regardless started eating. You got chopsticks for yourself before standing beside Bakugou.

“I’m gonna be in my office, I have some work to do,” you informed after kissing his forehead, he frowned before looking away. “Fine. Whatever.” He grumbled, you tried your hardest not to laugh at him while you walked into your office.

After about fifteen minutes of answering applicant papers Bakugou quietly opened the door, coming into your office.

“Yes?” You asked, keeping your eyes fixated to the computer screen.

“Nothing, just wanted to be with you.” He honestly spoke, sitting down on the small but comfortable couch in the office, your back was facing him as he fidgeted with his fingers. You hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to work, this went on for about ten minutes before Bakugou decided he couldn’t take this anymore.

“Babe..” he softly tried to get your attention whilst walking up to you, you hummed in question while he turned your chair around to face him.

“I.. I wanna spend some time with you..” he quietly spoke, your heart strings tugged at him. “Just a couple more minutes baby,” you replied with a bland expression, the way he frowned and he did his goddamn puppy dog eyes made you just want to take him in your arms and start kissing him and telling him that he’s perfect. But you had more self control than that. He softly groaned, gripping onto the side of your chair, “Pleaseee,” he begged, his ruby eyes glistening.

You gently pushed him away, “I said just a couple more minutes, wait.” You sternly replied, he looked at you with sad eyes before softly nodding and walking out of your office. Your heart dropped, was he that desperate for your attention? He looked so sad when you scolded him. You decided to finish the last paper before going to make sure he was okay.

You opened the door to your guy’s shared bedroom, seeing Bakugou laying on the bed with his back to you.

“Hey.. babe… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scold you,” you apologized, getting on your side of the bed and scooting closer to him. He stayed quiet, covering his face with the blanket. You frowned, gently grasping his shoulder and pulling him to face you, you were shocked to see his eyes red and teary, his tear stained cheeks making your heart throb.

“Aw baby… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry..” you tried to calm him down, he sniffed, “I was trying to get your attention and you ignored me!” He yelled, the tears quickly spilling onto his cheeks, you stilled, you didn’t know ignoring him could make him this sad. You picked him up by his arms, setting him on your lap, you wrapped your arms around his waist while he tightly grasped your shirt, crying into your neck. “Babe I’m sorry, I.. I didn’t know you would be this upset by it,” you apologized, rubbing his bare hips with your hands, he softly cried.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I’m sorry..” you whispered, pressing kisses to the top of his head. He whined, rubbing his cheek against your neck. “I’m sorry baby, I love you so much,” you repeated, you felt so bad now seeing him crying, you made a mental note that whenever Bakugou was trying to make you jealous to just go along with it.

After a while the crying stopped, quiet sniffles coming from him. “Don’t do that again you idiot..”

When he first realizes he loves you

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of getting hurt and blood

A/N: i could use some comfort bakugo rn and so I wrote one, figure i'd share it with u babies. Plus I missed writing him up hehe. Enjoy x

Bakugo first saw you in the entrance examination. 

He remembers thinking you were so dumb for wasting your time trying to help the other examinees instead of trying to gain as much points for yourself as you could. 

The next time he sees you was when you walked in late during the first day. You were so excited that you couldn't sleep the night before. You slept through your alarm and spent your morning speeding through your ritual and running from the train station to UA. Your hair was still a little damp from the shower and Bakugo could smell the scent of apples from your hair when you passed by him to take your seat.

You truly grabbed his interest after the first examination. Aside from having a strong quirk, you were strategic and a good team player. Bakugo made a mental note that you would come in handy when a group activity or mission comes along. And during the sports fest, he did not think twice about approaching you to be on his team. To be honest, you are the only one whose name he remembers. Well, aside from Kirishima. But he would rather stub his toe before admitting that to anyone.

Over time, he notices the little things about you that he found intriguing. You're friendly enough to everyone and could grab lunch with anybody in class but you also liked keeping it to yourself.

He noticed that you would prefer eating by the skirts of the field, under a tree most days instead of the cafeteria, with a book in hand. Bakugo would notice it's different almost every week. Some he's read in the past, some that made him curious enough to check it out after you're done. You don't notice it but the books you borrow would often be in his possession next after returning it to the library. Your names on the book card always scribbled next to one another.

Bakugo observes you, whether he does it subconsciously or not, he finds himself doing so every chance he gets. Not in a stalker kind of way, he's just honestly.. intrigued. 

It was like you are always trying to be someone for somebody else. A timid but quite a good singer next to Jirou's guitar playing during free period, an additional team player on the stupid game Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima play on their phones, a patient friend to Icyhot who explains the slang or joke he didn't get, a fan girl who geeks out with that dumb Deku over Allmight and hero stuff, and a competitor when it came to him. Someone who doesn't flinch at his harsh words and efforts to intimidate but merely laughs and sticks a tongue out playfully. Bakugo wins most of the time, of course, but you have had a fair share of wiping the floor with his ass.

Bakugo has never had a crush before. Thinking about girls that way just never really mattered to him. But, his intrigue with you would probably be as close as he would get. He's even gone out of his way a couple of times to converse with you and purposefully sit next to you during film showings, in the bus rides during excursions, and sometimes during lunches.

You always welcome him with a small smile and a nod. At some point, you just subconsciously save a seat for him for every occasion. All of your classmates notice this but would just share knowing grins and leave you two be. 

Deep down, Bakugo knew you were slowly becoming important to him pretty early on. He just refuses to acknowledge it as something other than friendship. It wasn't until after the incident in USJ when the class was attacked by the league when things started to change.

While he was fighting with Kirishima, he could not help but wonder where you were at the time. He knew you were strong but still he wishes you weren't fighting all alone or stuck with someone stupid who could get you hurt. 

Afterwards, when he learned that you were hurt, he couldn't remember the last time he ran so fast that his lungs felt like they were on fire. Bakugo got to where you were just as when the EMTs are loading you to the ambulance to rush you to the hospital. His heart was pounding even though Aizawa-sensei had already assured them that you and the rest of your injured classmates are going to be fine. That night was the first time he wasn't able to sleep in his entire life.

When you finally came back home, you were surprised to find him standing outside your house. Your parents welcomed him knowing he's a close friend of yours and even allowed him to help you to your bedroom. He stops right outside your bedroom door, eyeing your arm that was still in a cast and sighs. 

"Here, old hag said these should help with your recovery." Bakugo mutters as he hands you over a paper bag he was carrying. It was filled with pain killers, soothing ointments and a variety of fruits. You thanked him and took it but when he notices you struggling, he takes it back and proceeds to carry it for you in your room.

"You really shouldn't have. But the tangerines smell so good, thanks again." You grin, grabbing one from the back to hold it close to your nose, inhaling deeply. You startle when he suddenly snatches it from you and starts peeling it. "Go sit or lay in bed or something." He says, turning his back to throw the peels in your trash bin. Once over the shock, you do as you're told and sit by the edge of your bed. 

Bakugo then sits on the floor next to you. He opens his palm, offering you the tangerine and you grab a piece. You nibbled quietly and watched him curiously. You could tell he was upset but here he was doing the exact opposite by being so quiet. And caring. 

Finally, after eating more than half of the tangerines in his hand in silence, you ask, "Hey, are you okay?"

When he looks up at you, his expression grims. His nostrils flare and his chest heaves, he looks as if he was trying with all his might not to snap at you. But he did. "You're the one who got injured, you dumbass!" He derides, his expression only softens a little when he looks at the wound on your forehead and the cast on your arm again. 

"I'm fine, it's not that serious-" you start to say but he was rising on his feet, looking away from you. "Like shit, it wasn't!" He exhales sharply. 

Bakugo shakes his head and clenches his jaw. After a beat of silence, he confesses. "I got scared." His voice was low and if you were close enough, you'd hear how shaky it is. "I never felt like that before." 

Your brows furrow and you place a gentle hand on his arm, coaxing him to look at you but just he sighs, still refusing to look at you. "You did good, Katsuki." You try to comfort him. "Kirishima told me you saved them by catching the villain with the warp quirk and-"

"No, it's not that- I'm not scared of those scumbags, Y/n!" He yells out of frustration. "I was scared that something fucking bad happened because I couldn't be around to protect you! And when I saw you on the stretcher-" he struggled to breathe, like someone was gripping his airways. "Seeing you like that, covered in blood and unconscious. God, it felt like hell." 

Your heart swells, tears begin to blur your vision. You didn't realize you matter this much to him. You stood up too and pulled him into an awkward hug, your tears damping the front of his black shirt. With your uninjured hand, you rub his back in comfort. 

"I'm okay, I promise. I'm sorry I made you worry." You murmur. "But also, thank you-" You chuckle, shrugging. "-for giving a shit about me. Didn't know you did until now." Bakugo knows you're just teasing to lift his mood but shakes his head again and rolls his eyes.

"Idiot." He grumbles under his breath, hugging you back.

"I'll be more careful next time." You promised as you crane your neck to look up at him. Bakugo stares at you for a second too long, his heartbeat finally calming back down as he grounds himself with the fact that you're here, safe. 

"You better be." He says through gritted teeth, his rough calloused hand coming up to hold your cheek before he could realize what he was doing. But then you lean against his touch and he finds himself pulling you closer to him. 

"I left you for a goddamn minute and you just die on me?" He scowls, making you laugh. "I wasn't dying! Stop exaggerating!" This time you roll your eyes. You expect him to keep on bantering but he doesn't. He just stands there staring at you and you feel something between you two shifting.

And then he leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes briefly as he murmurs, "Whatever, I'm never letting you out of my sight again." The pad of his thumb grazes your cheek and you find yourself holding the hand he placed against your face, lacing your fingers through his.

"I'd like that." You quietly admit. When he leans away to look at you, you stand on the tips of your toes and to plant a kiss on his cheek. To your surprise though, Bakugo wraps his arms around you before your heels could hit the ground again when you try to pull away. 

He pulls you back in, only this time,  he made sure your lips met his. 

The kiss was fleeting because he pulled away abruptly. As if it wasn't his intention to kiss you at all. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage as you looked up at him with wide eyes and Bakugo stared back at you completely dazed.

He blinks, breathing is as ragged as yours. Realization hitting him hard.

"Shit, Y/n." He swallows hard and wet his lips. He then threads his fingers through your hair and admits, 

"I think I fucking love you." 

bakugou headcanon

slight nsfw warning!!

okok hear me out!! i think society has convinced us that it's not normal to not want your boyfriend to watch porn while you’re in a relationship.

on that note, when you and bakugou are dating he would never even dare to glance at one of those pop up porn ads while scrolling through whatever website.

first of all he thinks it's disloyal. why would he watch naked girls fake moaning at the top of their lungs when he's dating the real thing who actually feels good from his touches and has very real moans??

not to mention, they're not even close to being half as hot as you. you're literally the most beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, sexy and kickass woman he ever had the pleasure of being in the presence of. you're all he needs, like fr!! he's literally enamored with you and physically cannot get turned on or hard with anyone else or any porn video.

like for example if he's just casually scrolling through his computer and comes across a porn ad, that laptop is slammed SHUT in a millisecond. nahhh he didn't see a thing. nope nope nope! he's in front of your door moments later saying shit like "baby. baby. you look so fuckin' sexy today, okay? you're the only idiot for me." he's acting as if he just made out with someone else 😭. you're just like "katsuki... it's 1 am. come sleep."

Bakugo and his Wife

Bakugo’s Awful Social Media - His agent (Best Jeanist) makes him post on his public Instagram and Twitter, pictures of you two together. He has been told it is to “soften his image with the older population”. But the pictures are just so bad. They’re these out of focus shots both of you at the beach or awful angles of you eating something. His obligatory wedding photo is something the photographer took with the caption “👎”. Bakugo hates having to make shit up. He’s so bad at it.

Neediness - Katsuki is surprisingly clingy. When you’re outside the home there’s little to no PDA. However, get him after a long day of work or weeks away on a mission, he’s attached at the hip. He wants your fingers in his hair to scratch at his scalp. He wants your soft skin against his because he’s tired of feeling the itch of his sweaty costume against him. And he wants you to tell him how much you missed him, because there is always a part of him that worries you’re being neglected here at home.

Name calling - When you first got married Katsuki just called you by your name, but he had an interesting way of addressing you outside of the home. Sometimes his coworkers would ask how things were being a newlywed and he’d reply “I spent the weekend with my dumb fucking wife. It was a great weekend”. Needless to say, most people couldn’t tell what he meant, but you knew it was mostly a joke. The other part of you knew it was just his was way of deflecting how awkward he felt being affectionate. His other favorite names include; woman, bitch ass, and darling.

[9:35pm]

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Thinking about you doing that one tiktok trend where the girl sets up the phone in front of the guy and tells him to listen to the lyrics of the bruno mars song.

You run up to Bakugou sitting on the couch and set up the phone in front of you to on the coffee table. He doesn’t make a move to get up, just watching as you fumble with the settings on whatever app you were on before turning to him with instruction.

“Okay just listen to the lyrics. Got it suki?” You say with your hands interlocked at your chest and a hopeful look on your eye. However he doesn’t respond, only grunting in affirmation and nodding his head at your phone for you to start. He watches you start the video before awkwardly standing slightly to the right in front of him.

“fellas grab your ladies if your ladies fine”

Without hesitation he grabs your arm only for you to stumble back onto his lap. You’re looking completely shocked at him somehow not knowing he would do that (smh my head) and he is just smirrrkking at youuuuu. When you watch it back omg you will hide your face in his chest while he just laughs because while yes he should be annoyed at hearing the sound a million times he is also flattered you are so flustered by his action.

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