Im Getting Evil Little Ideas Rn

im getting evil little ideas rn…

OH MY GOD IF I SEE THIS PICTURE AGAIN IM GONNA LOSE IT

IM GOING TO BATSHIT FUCKING INSANE

♡ extra #1 : marking mishaps ♡

in which : your boyfriend decides to show you how serious he is about your relationship by taking a big step.

(fem reader pronouns, marking and blood but no gory descriptions ! lots of physical affection, messy descriptions of kissing im sorry yall its my first time😞🤞🏽, pure fluff tho all in all short n sweet dragon bkg just how we love ‘im, lemme know if i missed sum else <3)

your dragon man has been extremely affectionate lately. he always is, in his own way, but it’s been getting a little weird.

usually, whenever you come back from work, you’re always greeted by your katsuki cleaning up the kitchen from when he’d just made dinner. hanging around the kitchen with the cute black ‘kiss the cook’ (with a skull printed on to fit his tastes) apron you’d gotten him as a gift for your first christmas. he’d snarled at you and threatened to eat you alive and it’s a little too tight on him, but he will not touch the stove if he isn’t wearing his favorite little apron first, big horns and scaly red tail and all.

he, usually, always greets you with a knock of his forehead to yours and a soft nuzzle of his nose against yours, you’d learned it’s actually a pretty affectionate greeting for dragons, before he looks away in embarrassment and gruffly telling you to sit down and eat.

however lately he’s been awfully..romantic. he still knocks his forehead against yours but when he does there’s no soft “bonk” anymore. instead, it’s a soft press and his hair tickling against your forehead, he nuzzles you again and leans in to kiss you. it’s nothing too crazy, but it’s much more intimate in a way and you can’t help but breathe against his lips every time you pull away. before he shoo’s you back off again, telling you take off your shoes so as not to get the floor dirty.

he’s somehow even clingier, something you thought was impossible, but your boyfriend keeps surprising you every day. he’s especially more touchy when you’re about to leave for work, always insisting on you hugging him before you leave lest he gets cranky.

but there’s always something that happens whenever he gets touchy like this. he’s always, always, somewhere near your neck.

he sneaks up behind you and places his head into your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your sides, he nuzzles his face into your neck when he gets tired while you’re watching a movie and sometimes he’ll even just sniff at you, claiming you ‘smell different there’. once he even nipped at your nape and when you yelped in surprise, your head flying back ready to scold him, you’re met with his eyes widening, like hadn’t had any control over his actions before he quickly throws out a weak apology in favor of hiding his face inside your neck. it’s a little weird, but you shrug it off, another thing you’ll have to look up online. then again, fanfiction doesn’t seem to be a very reliable source, so you guess you’ll have to pry it out of your grumpy male wife boyfriend some other time.

today is wednesday, which means you have the day off. naturally you spent the whole day lazing around with katsuki when he came back from the gym. you’re glad he’s finding more hobbies for himself, but you miss your dragon man when he’s gone too long. you think it’s probably because he’d been so uncharacteristically doting lately and scold yourself for being childish.

you’ve finished eating dinner and washing the dishes and it’s movie time. it’s katsuki’s turn to pick and you’re pretty into it, but katsuki seems to be regretting his choice because he won’t stop bothering you.

you glare at him from his little cave in your shoulder, again, and smack his finger reaching up to poke at your cheek, his smirk widens when he sees your expression.

“focus on your movie” you accentuate, tugging at his horn, he simply smirks wider, clearly thriving off of your attention being completely on him.

“this shit’s boring.” he mumbles childishly and you roll your eyes. he runs his finger along the side of your face “like doin’ this better.”

“is my discomfort that amusing to you ?” you deadpan.

“yep.” he quips without missing a beat “s’my favorite thing to do.” the rest of his sentence is drowned out when he shoves his head into your shoulder, hiding his eyes from you. you look up at the ceiling and back at the tv to push your cheesy smile away. you run a hand through his hair, heart kicking a bit when he chuffs in appreciation.

“pissing me off ?”

“mhm.”

“lovely.” he huffs a laugh into your skin in response and you tug at the ends of his wheat blonde strands, he growls and pokes at your sides and keeps doing it when you squeal, until you push his hands away, and the mood suddenly shifts when he huffs again and weaves his fingers with yours and lifts them next to your head. you let out a little grunt when he scoots closer to you and throws his leg over yours, as if he isn’t already practically laying on top of you.

he presses a kiss once, twice and then two more times from the base your neck to crook of it “i love you, shit human.” he mumbles between wet kisses “say it back.”

you giggle at his childish demands, wrapping your arms around his neck you press a kiss right next to his temple, being wary of not poking your eye out with his horn. “i love you too, my handsome dragon man.”

he groans and full on squeezes and grips your sides when you call him by the petname you like to tease him with. you let out a laugh, throwing your head back a little. he grumbles again and you roll your eyes at the cheap warning.

“alright, alright. i love you too, katsuki.” you concede, still giggling out the rest of your sentence. you come to an abrupt stop though, when he peeks up to look at you. there’s doubt swirling in his eyes and he avoids your gaze, which you’ve come to learn he does when he’s debating on what to say. you don’t want to rush him, so you let him think for a moment before he speaks up.

“you do..” he says, though it almost sounds like he’s asking you. so you nod with a sweet smile “i do, of course i do.” you say with intent, hoping that would somehow be able to convey at least half of the amount of love you have for your silly dragon boyfriend.

he looks towards the tv, or focuses on something next to it before looking up at you again. “yeah..” is what he says, before he slowly leans in, he looks oddly vulnerable like this, and you slowly lead him to meet you halfway for a sweet kiss.

it’s starts off as a few soft pecks at first before he’s sitting up to loom over you. you sit for a good minute simply staring at each other before he leans in for a deeper kiss, swiping his tongue against your lower lip and you oblige, sighing happily when he breathes against you and tries to push you back against the couch. you grab onto his shoulders to remind him you’re still both here laying down on the couch, and he pulls away, pressing his nose against yours as an apology before diving back in. you both pull away panting slightly when you pull away, his cheeks are red and his tail thumps against the couch and you can’t help but think he looks so cute like this. you wrap your arms around his shoulders when he hides his red face in your neck again.

“i—i wanna..” he starts softly, muffled by the fabric of your clothes “i wanna do somethin’ to ya.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion but katsuki still finds the time to nudge his head against you when you stop rubbing his shoulders, you start to soothingly rub his back again

“yeah ?”

he nods “but i dunno if you’ll like it. dunno if you’ll want me to..” he trails off. now you’re really confused. “if i want you to do what ?” you ask. he mumbles something into your neck and you softly tug at his horns like he’s a bull to pull his head up to look at you, it doesn’t work because he’s him and he’s stubborn. he only groans when you stop your soothing ministrations on his back, you decide to use that to your advantage.

“katsuki, m’gonna need you talk to me properly, otherwise i won’t know what you want, hun.” you sing, he grumbles petulantly but his shoulders relax a little at your tone of voice “i’ll cuddle you all you want if you do, promise.” his shoulders eventually sag at the promise of cuddles and him lifting his head up to peer at you with his red eyes and matching red face has you involuntarily smiling at him.

“hi, you.”

he simply huffs in response, looking off to the side like he isn’t pink to the tips of his ears. he groans, “ i—i wanna…mark you.” he finally admits.

you tilt your head. marking..you think katsuki’s friend, ashido had briefly told you about it. she’s usually your guidebook when it comes to explaining dragon stuff, but she’s hard to reach out of the blue for obvious reasons. she’d hyped it up to be one of the—if not the most romantic things ever.

“ i thought that was mating ?” she shakes her head excitedly, wrapping an arm around you and ignore katsuki’s scorching glare from the open kitchen. she brings you in close like what she’s about to say is supposed to be a well kept secret.

“mating’s part of it, but that’s only a part. marking is the real deal.” she explains, you nod intently. “you can claim someone to be your mate without taking responsibility for it all the time, but it’s frowned upon by the elders an’ yadda yadda,” she waves off, blowing a raspberry and making a hand puppet motion with her hand “but when you mark someone, you’re in it for life !”

“oh, katsuki told me something similar to that..” you recall, eyebrows raised curiously. mina seems to forget her literal dragon like strength and squeezes you closer to her, she turns towards the kitchen with “bakugou ! why didn’t you tell yn this stuff? it’s basic info !” she throws him a catlike grin when he snarls at her “or did you forget..?” she grins. a rage lights in your boyfriend’s eyes and immediately fires back.

“like hell i did !” he throws the towel he’d been washing the dishes with on the counter, throwing her an accusatory glare “it’s not like i was gonna explain all this stuff out of nowhere..never asked so..” he trails off bitterly, untying his apron and your heart squeezes every time you see him with it on, but your head tilts at how quiet he’s suddenly went. “and let yn go. gonna squeeze her to death if you keep at it.” he growls, barely looking up at ashido and stalking off to throw his apron into the washing machine. the pink skinned dragon girl profusely apologizes to you and you quickly reassured her, telling her not to take your boyfriend too seriously.

but a part of you kept on thinking about how quiet katsuki was for the rest of the evening.

so that’s what this was about, you think.

“it’s fine if you don’t want to..” you quickly shush him before he can continue. you love your katsuki, and you love that he wants to share this big step in his culture with you, it makes you happy and warm inside so you shush him “i do want to,” his eyes widen at your words, eyebrows practically flying to the back of his head “but isn’t that a pretty..serious thing ? i remember ashido saying it.” you tread. his eyebrows furrow in confusion and he raises his head to look at you better.

“we tell each other i love you, isn’t that also serious to you humans ?”

“yeah but it’s different isn’t it ? like, here you can say you love someone but break up later. if you…” you trail off when your heart pangs at the thought of your next words. “if you..mark me..you won’t be able to do it again right ? if you decide you don’t wanna be together later down the line then..” you can’t bring to finish your sentence and katsuki doesn’t let you. because he bites your ear.

“OW—fuck ! katsuki, what the hell ?!” you exclaim, trying to push him off of you, but it doesn’t work, because of course it doesn’t and he latches on to you harder like the big lizard he is.

“there, like you better like this. hate when you sound all scared like that” his words sound really mean and you scoff and shove at his shoulder, but you know deep down you understand what he means. he scoots down to lay his head onto your stomach. he stares and you want to poke at his cute cheeks but he somehow senses it, grabbing onto both your arms and urging you to listen with his eyes. his hands are warm and your shoulders relax.

“listen, human. there’s no one. absolutely no one else on this shitty planet i’d ever wanna mate with besides you.” he says, never breaking eye contact despite his cheeks heating up “ i thought about it too, long and hard, so don’t try to tell me i’m confused or whatever, because i’m not.” he affirms, squeezing your wrists

“marking is..a pretty big step, yeah.” he admits. he breaks eye contact for a moment but his eyes immediately land back on your own like he’s being pulled towards you. “but it’s what i wanna do. with you. you’re it for me, i’ve told you that.” his eyes soften the more he speaks and your shoulders relax in turn. you sigh

“okay, if you’re sure..” you nod, he hums in satisfaction and grabs your wrists to place your hands on top of his head and signaling you to move. you laugh a little and roll your eyes when he closes his eyes as if already knowing you’ll start up soon. and he’s right because you do, and a happy noise rumbles deep from his chest. “course i am.”

“but how would that even work ? i can’t mark you back.” you ask meekly, gripping his shoulders when he leans in close to brush his lips against yours again, and he licks at your cheek to make you huff out a laugh.

“doesn’t matter. i already know you’re mine without the mark.” he mumbles into your shoulder, pressing sloppy bites and kisses to it “just want everybody to see you are.” his words have your stomach tying itself into knots. your insides feel warmer and you feel your hands grow sweaty on the fabric of his shirt. you don’t know if katsuki can somehow feel your change of mood in the air, but he lifts his head up to gaze at you softly, with all the love his body can carry.

“you nervous ?” he whisper against you, you shiver.

“a little.” you admit “isn’t it..gonna hurt ?”

“a bit, yeah.” you wince at his words. katsuki kisses your cheeks to soothe you “but just for a bit, an’ then it’ll be gone. s’that good ?” he asks for your approval again. you take a deep breath and nod with a smile, he smiles back softly. then he leans in, runs his nose against your nape and sinks his teeth into your flesh.

it feels like a pinch at first, and you gasp at the slight sting of pain. your muscles tense up and you squeeze your eyes shut. you grip katsuki’s shoulders and he pushes you onto the couch when you lift yourself off instinctively. you let out a quiet noise when he runs his tongue over the mark with a groan, as if trying to ease your pain. it feels better, warmer after a minute of his actions and you slowly relax, following katsuki’s movements and laying back against your couch with a sigh, while the movie drones on in the background.

he stays latched onto your neck for a moment longer before he pulls away with a wet pop, he licks and kisses at the spot he’d bitten you in while you let out quiet sighs and whimpers, and then he’s lifting himself up to look you in the eyes and he’s breathing so heavy, he looks disheveled and you don’t think you’ve ever seem him look more like he’d just ran a marathon than now, even when he’d just gotten back from the gym. you can practically feel his heart beating against yours when he leans down to kiss you, you taste a bit of iron on his lips.

when you pull away he softly nudges and nuzzles his nose against yours and your cheek. “you alright ?” he utters against your jaw, you nod, unable to speak yet and you hide your face in his shoulder and grip his arms, too overwhelmed with emotion. you hear and feel him huff almost proudly when he flips you both over in the blink of an eye to lay on top of him.

“wasn’t too bad ?” he asks, gravely voice soft, you shake your head no “s’it hurt ?” you shake no again. he hums and runs his hands up and down your sides to soothe you. “good. it’ll heal sooner than you know.” he eases, pressing his your temple to whisper the words intimately onto your skin.

“means you’re mine now, officially mine.” he corrects, finally you look up at him and feeling how he tenses, you lean towards him and press a kiss to his nape, right where he’d bitten you to make you officially, his.

“was always officially yours.” you murmur into his skin, you smile when you feel him purr in content and him squeezing your sides appreciatively.

“hell yeah you were.” he boasts. you look up and smile at him mischievously.

“that means you’re all mine too,” your giggles grow louder the more you see his cheeks heat up and he scoffs a laugh, shaking his head.

“well, yeah.” he smirks simply “i always was.” his eyes and tone soften at his last words and your heart grows even softer and mushier for the big lizard man that had blasted through your wall so many months ago.

mark or no mark, you were always katsuki’s to begin with. and he was all yours.

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this is a lil part two for this lil request fic i wrote about katsuki takin' care of a drunk reader ! yall rlly seemed to like it n asked for a part two so, here it is !! hope yall enjoy !

no pronouns mentioned, just pure fluffy katsu, microscopic angst maybe kinda and if you squint HARD (reader gets a little bit upset), soft katsu but he's also an asshat but we love him anyways, mentions of food n eating, mentions of bein drunk, lemme know if i missed sum else !

"ya told me you loved me yesterday."

it's all katsuki utters in the quiet of your apartment as he looks out the window.

you promptly choke on your toast.

you manage to cough down your bread. clearing your throat as you try to speak as naturally as possible. “oh yeah ?”

katsuki grunts in response, taking a sip of his orange juice and smacking his lips before speaking again. still looking at the window and away from you, it makes you nervous. “yeah, thanked me for always takin care of ya, r’something”

katsuki is trying his very hardest to speak casually and he’s praying to every god there is you can’t hear the slight quiver in his voice or see the slight shakiness of his hand when he brings the glass of juice to his lip.

“oh.” your heart beats so loud you can hear it in your ears. you try to salvage the situation and you force out an awkward laugh. “ i mean—i am thankful to you, y’know.”

“ya should be, nobody else could handle takin’ care of your ass.”

“hey !”

you think this is fine. you were drunk and stupid and you’re fine with him brushing off your accidental confession like this if it means it won’t make things awkward. if it means he’ll keep coming over to your house like he owns the place and cook for you because you apparently don’t know how to cook for yourself well enough for his liking. as long as you can keep hanging out with him and going out for drinks and having him take care of you. though, you might not drink as much next time you two go out.

after a minute or two he speaks again “did you mean it ?”

your hand is already reaching for his half bitten piece of toast when you freeze for the second time “did i mean what ?”

katsuki scoffs, smacking your hand away from his toast with two fingers, you let out a little whine “ i know you’re not dumb, so quit actin’ like you are.”

“but i don’t know what you mean !” you inwardly cringe at your dumb response.

“when you said you—“ katsuki cuts himself off with a quiet groan, grabbing his toast and splitting it in half, chucking one of the pieces onto your plate “whatever” he mutters to himself. your heart squeezes when you see the sad frown on his pretty face he doesn’t seem to realize he has.

you don’t know if you’ve still got alcohol in your system, you don’t know if you’ve fully slept it off yet, if you’re fearless or crazy or just plain stupid, but after taking a bite of the toast he’d given you you blurt out something you were sure you would’ve only had the courage to say if you were black out drunk.

“i did.”

katsuki turns to you the moment you finish your sentence, bright red eyes widened as he tries not to let his surprise show, he fails to though. “ you did what ?”

in the back of your mind you want to pout at him because you know he knows what you mean. you know he just wants to hear you say what he wants to hear and it makes you a little grumpy because it’s early in the morning and you don’t look your best at all right now. you’re too embarrassed to even look him in the eye yet his bore into you so hard it feels like a magnetic pull, like you’re being forced to look at him despite your best efforts not to. you want to be at least a little mad but you can’t blame him, you feel like you owe this to him in a way.

“ i did mean it..when i said..” you’re incapable of looking at him as you feel shame creep onto you, clinging onto you like a sweaty shirt, you manage to swallow down the piece of toast“ when i said that.” you trail off quietly.

no sound is made and no voice is heard for at least a minute, but you feel yourself wanting to cry more and more with each second that passes.

you get the courage to look up at him and instantaneously which you never had when you see a smirk on his annoying face.

“that ? that, what ?” he jeers with a grin bordering on evil, sharp teeth on display.

you throw your head back and groan “katsuki, oh my god !” leaning forward across your table you try to pull his nose after you hear him chuckling. he swiftly dodges you, grabbing your wrist and then your other one when you try to pull a fast one on him, unsuccessfully. you grumble as you sit back down and if you weren’t as enamored with him as you somehow ended up being you’d have knocked that stupid smirk off his face. everything seems to be against you, including your heart.

he hums once you’ve sat back down “ooh, you mean when you told me you loved me, right ? s’that what you meant ?” he snickers, shit eating grin on his face. asshole, he’s not even trying to look innocent.

“you’re not funny.” you huff, crossing your arms and glaring at him. “ like, at all.”

“you’re right, i’m not.” he responds, leaning his forearms against your table “ i’m hilarious, actually.”

a part of you wishes you could punch him. hard. another louder part of you just wants to kiss his smug expression off his face, both options sound extremely tempting but one of them more than the other.

“hilariously stupid.” not your best retort, but you’ll take it. katsuki huffs out a laugh as you pout and look off to the side, you’re so fucking cute.

his smirk doesn’t fade as he keeps staring at you but his eyes soften as he leans in to rip your arms away from your chest “ relax, m’just fuckin’ witcha.”

“yeah. haha. funny.” you spit. katsuki starts getting actually worried he’d hurt your feelings and quickly tries redeeming himself. he pokes at your cheek once, twice and you swat his hand away when he goes for a third poke. then he leans forward so he can tickle your side and inwardly sighs in relief when you swat at his hand trying to hold back your laughter. the way he’s leaning against the table is a bit uncomfortable for him but as long as he keeps that warmth on your face he couldn’t care less.

he gets up and grabs his chair, dragging it against the floor causing it to squeak and making you cringe, you let out a noise of displeasure but katsuki doesn't look the least bit phased as he bring his chair to sit next to you.

his cheeks are red, you realize it now that he's sitting so much closer to you. he speaks after a moment of silence "so you meant it, yeah ? when you told me you.." he trails off at the end of his sentence. he's quieter than you're used to. there's a certain hopeful urgency in his eyes that has you shyly nodding your head in response.

he’s looking at you and you’re looking right back

“i meant it.” you whisper.

“i know.” he whispers back after a beat, before pressing his lips to yours.

the kiss lasts about 10 seconds before he pulls away, then leans in again for another, slightly longer one. when you separate your breathing a little heavy. you place your hand on his face and rub his cheek, admiring the way his eyelashes flutter slightly and how the feeling causes shivers to run up his spine. you can't help the goofy smile that pulls at your face and neither can he, you both chuckle slightly.

then you take a breath as if contemplating if what you were about to say was worth it. but katsuki knows you don't care and he's right because you say it anyway.

"we should go out for drinks to celebrate !" you giggle. he playfully rolls his eyes, pinching your side making you let out a squeal.

even though you call it a celebration katsuki knows it'll be the same charade as usual. you'll drink until you pass out and he'll bring you home. he'll help you clean up and take you to bed and have breakfast made for your hungover ass in the morning. but this time, you'll be his. and to katsuki, that's worth so much more than the headache he knows you'll give him.

dk why but im thinkin about shoto w a sweet tooth who follows you and hangs around the kitchen waiting for the cookies you made to finish baking while staring at the oven like a kid, soooooo.. (shoto might be a bit ooc, slight super small pinch of angst but super fluffy as usual ! gn reader, mentions of food, lemme know if i missed sum else ! <3)

"sho.." shoto hums in response, eyes fixed on the oven.

"the cookies aren't gonna bake faster if you stare at 'em."

you hold back a giggle when he slowly turns to look up at you from where he's crouched down on the floor. his eyes that were practically pasted to the oven widening the slightest bit like he'd been caught doing something bad. he blinks at you, then swiftly looks away.

"i'm just checking to make sure they don't burn." he explains. you don't know if you've seen him blink more than four times the entire time you've been staring at him staring at the chocolate chip marshmallow cookies you made together. (together meaning with him watching you most of the time and occasionally mixing. as much as you love your boyfriend, he should absolutely not be trusted around food.)

"that's what we have the timer for." you quip, leaning against the kitchen cupboard and crossing your arm with a smirk.

he looks up at you, then fixes the kitchen timer sitting on the stove with a little frown that you recognize as a pout, you huff out a light laugh at his cute expression. from his miniscule facial expressions you can see he's a little embarrassed at the fact you'd outsmarted him. he turns to look at the cookies again.

"i can see when they're done baking better from here. faster than the timer can."

"oh yeah ?"

he nods "very clearly."

you snort. after looking at him for a while longer you sigh to get his attention. it works immediately and he looks up at you, eyes occasionaly trailing back to the oven towards the cookies as he waits to hear what you want.

you wordlessly spread your arms out, batting your eyelashes at him. he blinks, then a small smile grows on his handsome face in realization. he slowly walks over to you before pulling you into a comfortable hug, he huffs out a chuckle when you squeeze his waist.

shoto buries his head into your shoulder, right into the crook of your neck, and breathes you in. he’s had a habit of doing that often—if not every time you hug—and you don’t really know why he does, but you definitely don’t mind.

"you could've just told me that you wanted to try the cookies first." you tease, giggling when he huffs against your shoulder. he turns his head to speak against your neck.

"that wasn't my intention." he mumbles weakly, nosing at your neck when you scoff out a laugh.

"right. that's why you were practically glued to the oven mere seconds ago."

"i did no such thing."

"don't lie !" you reprimand, tugging at his hair lightly in joking punishment "you're not getting any cookies if you do." you hear him huff and feel a slight smirk growing against you.

"i..may have been surveying them rather closely—"

"very closely."

"—but it was simply to check." he finishes, ignoring your comment. shoto noses at your shoulder and sighs "i felt like even though you wanted to make the cookies together, i was barely able to help you with anything.." he trails off. your eyebrows furrow, and you try pull shoto out of the nest he's made for himself inside your shoulder, but shoto could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to be. his arms tighten around your waist and he his hair tickles against your cheek when he tries to shove his head inside your shoulder somehow.

you sigh, giving up your attempts to get him to look at you and simply settle on running your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he sighs contently. "sho, you helped me out lots. you always took over for me when i didn't feel like mixing anymore and helped me out with those big strong arms of yours." you feel him smile against you and your smile grows mirroring his.

" but i really wanted to help you out more, i know i'm not really good at this.." he mutters sadly, a frown grows on his face and you feel the corners of your mouth turn down as well.

"but you're real good at a lot of other things ! i'm not great at everything either." you reason, absentmindeldly twirling a strand of his hair around your finger "but i could teach you some tips and tricks, if you want."

he looks up at you at that, the smile growing on his face makes your heart race. "really ? i might be a little hard to manage." he jests, running his hands up and down your sides. his eyes brighten the more he looks at you and you're 100% sure you mirror his expression when you throw him a smug smirk.

"don't you underestimate me, mr todoroki ! you're nothing compared to what i've dealt with before."

"oh ?" he hums, lifting a brow. you nod and his smiles grows " and what, if i may ask, have you dealt with before ?" he challenges.

"that is classified information that i cannot disclose. you're just gonna have to trust me." you shoot back and press your finger to his lips, snickering when his eyes widen a fraction before he looks down at you playfully. he takes hold of your hand and presses a kiss to each of your fingertips, making fireworks go off inside your stomach.

"well then," he presses a final lingering kiss to the back of your hand with a run of his thumb against your skin. his eyes glow with mischief when he looks at you.

"i'm in your care."

Pls dearest author if I could do respectfully inquire if you have it in your heart to make ring pop proposal just a little series continuing this storyline bc she is too cute 😭💛🥴😩

eeee i didnt know yall would enjoy this lil one shot sm that makes me so happy !!! m' getting some fun lil ideas so i couuuuld make this a lil three part mini series if yall would like !! 💛<3