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I WANT MY CAKE AND EAT IT TOO

Pairing: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order/Survivor Games

Warnings: fluff, teasing on both sides, somewhat canon with the game, not proof read

Word count: 1.3k

Synopsis: A special day demands some special celebration or the time Cal had a proper birthday party with cake and presents.

A whirl of lights smudged with the pitch black of the galaxy flew past the sturdy cockpit of the Mantis. It has been almost a year since you’ve joined this strange crew, you now call family. The engine propelled the ship through hyper speed, unyielding in its path but due to its age - and the fights you’ve all been in - the metal groaned somewhat comfortably in the mix of passing stars and clusters.

You enjoyed those quite moments, when everyone tended to their own things and you were left alone. Normally you would be in the cockpit, reading and just absorbing the moaning of the metal and the gentle rattle of the ship, but not today. Today you could be found in the ships kitchen. Rummaging through the cabinets in search for the right ingredients. Cooking was something you enjoyed back when your world was still whole, but since the Empire crashed yours, standing behind a stove became a rare event. You were occupied with staying alive. This changed since you joined Cal and the rest of the crew. They were very appreciative of your cooking talents and it felt right - normal - to cook for the people you care about.

SCARY LOVE - Chapter Two

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!Reader

Warnings: mention of emotions, fluff at the end

Word count: 3.6k (18 minutes reading time)

Hot white light blinded you and for a second, you thought that the thug had got you too. But after your eyes adjusted to the brightness and the light faded, a familiar figure greeted you in the emptiness.

“Sister?”

Disbelieve mixed with uncertainty dwelled inside of you. In front of you stood a tall woman dressed in a white robe with a hood over her hair. You squinted to get a better look at the woman’s face, your sight were still a bit blurry from the flash. Under her pure white hood a streak of turquoise hair peeked out. You remembered fondly how you envied your sister for such a unique color and how much you loved to play with it when you were little. There was no mistake, the woman before you was your sister, your older - dead - sister.

SCARY LOVE - Chapter One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!Reader

Warnings: mentions of hornyness, angst, open end

Word count: 1.6k

Forgetting to check the mail, when you were expecting an important parcel was typical for you. The whole way downstairs you scolded yourself. Without an elevator going up and down 6 flights of stairs could be counted as work out. Gonna have that bar of chocolate when I get back, that’s for sure.

You opened your letterbox and a single card threatened to fall out.

“We have dropped your parcel off at your neighbor.” You blinked twice, slowly, as to give your brain time to understand what you’ve just had read. “Brilliant. But to which neighbor?” You groaned and shut your letterbox with a bit too much force.

SCARY LOVE (former NEIGHBORS)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!Reader

Warnings: none for now

Word count: 594

A normal Wednesday night in the not so fancy part of New York, sirens whirling by, loud TV noises can be heard from the apartment next door. When you moved to New York you weren’t prepared for all the noises. Sure you made some yourself, blow drying your hair past midnight or starting to set your trusty KitchenAid machine to work at 8pm, laughing too loud over stupid animal videos. You made noises yourself, but when you settled down on your couch after a stressful day at the office, you got annoyed over the smallest of them. Deep down you knew, you shouldn’t but on this particular Wednesday night at 2am when sleep wouldn’t come, you hear constant crushing from your upstairs neighbor.

Frustrated, you pause whatever show you put on and listen. Another harsh crash followed by something heavy thumping on the floor. Then silence. You sigh in relief, finally some well needed peace and quiet. Salem, your trustworthy feline companion jumps onto the couch next to you and stretches his long black body. His green eyes follow you when you decide to stand up. An uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

“I should go and check on them, don’t you think?” Salem squints his eyes but otherwise looks impassive back at you. “What if they’re hurt or fall down or something. I should be a good neighbor and go check on them.” “What if they didn’t want to be bothered? What if you interrupt something delicate or spicy?” You shoot your partner a sour look. “Don’t put those thoughts in my head.” Halfway through the room you turn to him again. “I’m gonna go upstairs. Be back in a jiffy.”

The door number reads 6A. The whole way upstairs you thought about all kinds of scenarios. Just before you were about to knock you pause, nibbling at your bottom lip and giving it one last thought and then your knuckles hit the wooden door.

One knock

two knocks

three knocks

You sigh and step back, ready to turn back and leave when the door is being yanked open and a tall man with unruly brown hair greets you in the opening. He is standing there only in his boxer briefs, waiting for you to say something. Your mouth goes dry and he is the first to speak: “Who is there?”

Only now do you notice that his eyes weren't moving. Hastily you clear your throat: ” Hi.. I’m your downstairs neighbor and uh… after the noises… I uh”

An apologetic smile formed on his lips. “Were we too loud? I’m sorry. We’ll be quiet now.”

“No uhm, this is not… sorry, I’m interrupting something, am I? I just wanted to check because it was so loud and I thought someone got hurt and uh… now I’m rambling even more and keeping you here instead of letting you return to” you scan over his bare features, “whatever you guys were doing.”

The dark haired man chuckles and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “I can tell that your concerns come from the heart.“ He raises his eyebrow waiting for you to reply. “So if there isn’t anything else?”

“Yeah, sure. I mean no. I mean, have a good night!” You add flustered and hurry back down.

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” You mumble when you enter your apartment. “Were you interrupting something?” You groan frustrated and embarrassed. “Don’t. Just don’t. Okay. Let’s just head to bed, since it's been quiet.” An amused chuckle can be heard from the living room. “Whatever you wish.”

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Shoto Todoroki x f!reader

Summary: After all those years you will never forget your first love.

cw: strong language, mentions of injuries

wc: 860

a/n: A little blurb from me for this collab.

A bar in a far off country, cozy and warm, shielding you from the stormy weather outside. The ice clacked in your glass that you long had abandoned - too lost in the conversation with a stranger. It was a tough day, work was exhausting and you needed some time to unwind. You observed the guy sitting opposite from you. He was handsome, easy to talk to, so much different than a certain classmate. You sigh aloud. “Am I boring you?” You focus on his handsome face and an apologetic smile spread on your lips. “Not at all. I’m sorry. It’s been somewhat of a toll lately. That’s all. Please I’m all ears now.” You wink at him with an honest smile. “Promise.”

The night went on and soon morning arrived. Against his proposal you parted ways last night and went your separate ways. You regretted not taking him up on his offer to spend the night, rolling around in your big bed now all alone. Suddenly a memory flashed before your eyes and with nothing better to do on this Sunday morning, you indulge yourself.

It was Spring, the cherry blossoms bloomed on the school yard, the air was filled with love on this particular afternoon in February. You had finally mustered all your courage to confess to your Highschool crush. Like in those romances you loved so much, you told him to meet you after school behind the building so you could give him your self made chocolate. Waiting nervously, your heart beat loudly in your chest and you were afraid that it would jump out any second but all thoughts vanished when he rounded the corner and stood in front of you with his usual impervious expression.

“You wanted to speak with me, (Y/N)?”

“Yes, that is true, Shoto. Thank you for meeting me here on such short notice.”

You couldn’t believe that you were able to form coherent sentences now.

“I wanted to give you something. I bet you already have more than enough and it’s totally okay if you regift them…”

In your outstretched hands was the box of chocolate. Your gaze was fixated on the ground, too shy to look him in the eyes.

“Thank you, (Y/N). But … I won’t have any use for these.” His voice was stripped from all emotions. “And regifting seems not right, so I can’t take them.” You felt your face heat up and tears threatened to fall. “I understand. You already got someone special.”

A tear rolled over your nose and disappeared into your pillow. Why did you have to think about this stupid hot and cold bastard just now!? Half a year later all the newspapers spotted the same headline: “Rising Pro Hero Shoto engaged?!” You shook your head and swung your feet out of bed. It was just a silly crush back then but you never forget your first love. The coffee machine gurgled pleasantly in the quiet of the morning and you searched your fridge for something to eat. You really should’ve gone grocery shopping. A crashing sound from your living room room made you drop the milk bottle and alarmed but not too worried you made your way over. “Mister Twinkle I swear to God if you have knocked over one more flower pot…”

“(Y/N)”

“Shoto?”

In, what was once your window, laid your first love covered in cuts and bruises. “I’m in need of medical assistance.”

“No shit Sherlock!” You huffed and helped him up. “Not to mention that you owe me an explanation.” Shoto could only nod and let you guide him into your kitchen.

“Don’t move, I’m gonna fetch the first aid kit.” Mister Twinkle greeted you on your way back to the kitchen, drawn in by the noise and the ruckus. Several gauze bandages and band aids later, the fire and ice hero looked somewhat presentable. “Thank you. I didn’t know where else to go in this unfamiliar city.” You got behind your counter, picked up the milk bottle and poured yourself some coffee. “You want one?” Shoto nodded thankfully.

Over steaming hot mugs you got your explanation. Seemed like your former classmate was undercover investigating a big hit in this city but he ran into some trouble and ended up blowing his cover.

“This is actually a lot. I never thought…” You took a sip from your cup. “I mean how long have you been undercover?” Shoto observed your next reaction carefully. “Since high school. February to be precise.” Your eyes met and realization hit you. “Don’t tell me…” All he could do was nod.

“So it was all just a lie?” He reached out for your hand but you shied away. He didn’t regret much but rejecting you that day was something he would always regret.

“Not everything, not for me anyways.” You met his gaze and could see the same glint of hope mirrored in his heterochromatic eyes. With this glimmer you held out your hand for him. Surprised he looked back up from your hand and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“I never stopped, you know.”

“Me neither.”

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"Now, will you look at that?"

He lifts his index and middle finger up in disbelief - brows knitted together to underline his confusion.

You glance up from your place on the couch and from the current book you're reading. Your lover is standing in the living room, jacket in one hand and the other raised up in an accusatory way.

"It's really dusty." He exclaims and stares at his right hand. You place your book down and stood up. Meeting him in the entry way of your living room. You stop right in front of him, looking down at his fingers.

Out of nowhere you conjure a small towel and wipe away the thin layer of dust from his fingers. Loki is watching your every move, brows still knitted together but now more in confusion than before.

"You see, my love. Last time you said it was dusty and swiped across the surface the exact same way you did just now I hadn't time to clean..."

You throw the towel away and cup his wrist gently with your fingers. In a slow motion you bring his outstretched fingers closer to your face.

"And I didn't have time to clean because I was distracted..." You purr under his staring gaze.

"Because this..." His fingers were in front of your lips and you blew a sweet kiss on them. "...This was a very distracting gesture." At the final vowel you open your lips and engulf his digits, sucking them deep into your mouth.

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A WIP that came to me when I was looking at that gif.

Dunno if I'll continue this. If it sparks something for you please feel free to use it and tag me!

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Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader (plus Kirishima and Shoto)

Summary: With Bakugo as your boyfriend you have to come up with some good ideas to get him to go to some funny Christmas parties. And this time you just got the best idea.

cw: established relationship, semi-public orgasm, use of toys, voyeurism, light degradation, threesome, cock sucking

wc: 2.9k

a/n: First time writing for Bakugo, Kiri and Shoto. It was really fun writing smut in a long time again. Stay hydrated and happy holidays!

The freshly fallen snow covered your hometown like powdered sugar. The crispy night air chilled you to your core and made you shiver.

"I haven't even started and you’re already shivering."

The blonde man behind you leaned down to your ear with a smirk on his face. His comment made your cheeks flush an even darker shade of red - given that they were already rosy due to the cold.

"It's the weather, stupid. Not everything is about you." You shot back with a smile and a light laugh in your tone.

"Careful, babe. You don't want to ruin it right away, do you?"

Bakugo had stopped you with one big hand wrapped gently around your arm. You looked over your shoulder and gave your boyfriend an innocent smile.

"I wouldn't dream of doing that." You blew a kiss in his direction and started to continue walking.

It was mid December and one of his colleagues had invited the both of you to a Christmas party. As much as the pro hero didn't want to go he was persuaded by an intriguing idea you had whispered to him. "Bakubro, good to see you!" A certain redhead hollered over the deafening Christmas music. "Y/N, you look absolutely stunning." He remarked as you both entered his cozy home. A lot of his old high-school classmates were present and you used the first three-quarters of an hour to go around the room, greeting them and making small talk.