#drabbles

When character is angry:

Snapped

Spat

Snarled

Hissed

Barked

...or sad:

Choked

Mumbled

Managed

Croaked

Murmured

...or if they're feeling nervous:

Stammered

Babbled

Rambled

Muttered

Squeaked

...and even when flirting:

Coaxed

Purred

Teased

Hummed

' being loved by satoru gojo ' giggling squealing kicking my feet warnings : idfk fluff , gojo being head over heels for you

taking a break after a long day of training and instructing a bunch of stubborn teenagers, you and shoko were sitting in the staff room---discussing things that gojo has done for you that seemed totally normal.

to you.

"satoru left a mission halfway through one time because i said i missed him." you shrug.

shoko nearly choked on her coffee, "he did what?"

you didn't understand why shoko was reacting. i mean, that was totally normal. ...right?

she places her mug down, eyeing you suspiciously. "how often does he carry your bags?"

"all the time."

"open doors?"

"yeah?"

"buys you things?"

"well, obviously."

every one of your answers to her questions, shoko grew more and more confused. she knew that you two were dating, but she always assumed he didn't really get attached to people. well, not like that at least.

shoko clears her throat, "you know he doesn't do any of that for the rest of us, right?" she lowers her voice. "last week i asked him to pass me a pen and he threw it at my head."

"what?" you gasp---and that's when the flashbacks hit you.

gojo automatically ties your shoelaces even though he knows you're more than capable.

gojo carries you when you're tired.

gojo remembering your coffee order.

gojo giving you his jacket before you can even say that you're cold.

gojo dropping everything when you call.

each memory gets progressively more embarrassing because of your obliviousness. so, after the break with shoko, you went looking for gojo for confirmation.

finding him on the field, watching and instructing yuji and megumi while they train together, you approach him.

"do you really do all those things because you love me?"

gojo blinks, "well hello to you too," he chuckles deeply, turning to face you. "explain, sweetheart."

you huff, "like.. everything! you tie my shoelaces, you buy me things without asking, you carry me when i'm tired---"

"who else would i do it for?"

"...shoko says normal boyfriends don't carry spare hair ties." your lips purse together, turning your face away.

gojo tilts his head to the side, placing his index finger under your chin to guide your face back to his. "normal boyfriends are losers."

okay eat this up before i move onto my rin itoshi mini series

"just a little bit, baby. i—im close too, fuck, pussy is just so tight". he groaned when you gave a squeeze on his cock after he gave a particular hard thrust and you gripped his biceps to ground yourself.

"come on". leon said, putting more of his weight on top of you as he moved faster and he starts leaving wet kisses on your neck, causing you to let out a scream, legs tightening up on his waist and youre getting breathless.

"good girl.... fuck that's right baby, cum for me". leon grunted when he pushed his cock further before slowing down when he felt that trickle of cum out of you. he kissed your forehead as you whimpered, hole clenching on his cock that is spurting out his cum after you.

you leaned on his touch making him hum and press more kisses on your head, down to your cheeks and your jaw before you felt his hand coming up on your thigh to take it off of his waist and open it wide. he pressed one last kiss then pulled away to sit back on his haunches as his eyes went to your red, puffy pussy.

"fuck me". leon breathed out when he saw how your cum and his are trickling out of your ruined pussy.

"you think it took, baby?".

you groan, eyes still closed, fumbling until you manage to answer.

“—oh thank god you’re alive,” utahime blurts the second the call connects. “where the hell are you? you vanished last night and you haven’t answered your phone once. do you have any idea how worried—”

“utahime,” you mumble, voice rough, tongue thick. “slow down. please. I’m alive. I think.”

you crack one eye open, bracing yourself for the familiar sight of your dorm ceiling. you must’ve blacked out and gone home on autopilot. again.

it wouldn’t be the first time you ditched a party early, curled into your own bed, and slept it off.

except… this isn’t your room.

you push yourself up slightly, the movement sending your head spinning. navy-blue sheets wrinkle beneath your palms. it was definitely not yours. your breath catches as your gaze lands on a broad back in front of you.

his white hair spills messily over a pillow. he groans when you shift, arm instinctively tightening around the space you’d been occupying.

your stomach drops.

then there’s movement on your other side. a quiet, low sound—half sigh, half groan. you turn your head slowly, dread pooling in your chest when you find long black hair fanned across the same navy sheets. geto’s face is peaceful in sleep, lashes resting against his cheeks like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

utahime is still talking, her voice fading into static as realization hits you all at once.

you’re not just in a bed.

you’re in their bed.

“utahime,” you whisper, staring at the ceiling like it might offer answers. after long pause from you, she urged another "what is it?" obviously curious of what you had to say.

“I think I fucked up last night.”

a/n: may or may not continue writing this

cw: toji loves your bush!! soft sweet toji but he’s also a freak.. mdni, oral f!receiving, praise, mentions of shitty exes. wc: 1.1k, art creds ruu_sugu on x

toji fushiguro is a filthy man, but he is a man in all the ways a man can be one, his fingers are calloused, dirt tucked beneath his nails after hours of labor, sweat clinging to his porcelain skin, a nasty scar cutting across his lip that catches the light whenever it tilts into a cruel smirk. he’s cocky, full of attitude, cruel and rough around the edges, but always soft where it matters, and always soft with you.

he’s a man in every sense, he takes you however you desire yourself to be, dolled up or all natural, he doesn’t give a damn, he loves you regardless, and that follows straight into the bedroom.

he doesn’t care if you haven’t showered that day, doesn’t care if you just got back from a run, he’ll peel your leggings off with rough fingers and drag you over his face without a second thought, letting you settle there, your cunt warm and soaked with want, coating him in it. the desire is evident when he pulls back for a breath, his face glistening with your juices.

he doesn’t even care if you’re on your period, he’ll eat you just the same, filthy and unbothered, spit mixing in as his tongue laps at your pussy, pushing into you like he’s starved. the first time he did it, went down on you like that, it shocked you, none of your past boyfriends ever would, they’d always made a face, called it gross, something to avoid, and toji had only scoffed at that, muttering that they were a bunch of fuckin boys, that a real man takes care of his woman no matter what.

toji is a man, but more than that, he’s your man, and despite the sharpness in his attitude, the bite in the way he speaks, he’s a hopeless romantic underneath it all, and when toji fushiguro falls in love, it’s all-consuming, unwavering devotion.

so when he walks through the door of your shared home, limbs heavy and tired, muscles aching, worn down and scuffed up, faint streaks of dirt along his skin and dried blood still clinging to his jaw and split lip, he barely pauses to shut the door behind him. he’s already moving, already looking for you, needing to bury himself in your warmth, to inhale your sweet scent and fall asleep with you tangled around him, limbs locked together tightly.

the bathroom door is cracked open, steam curling out, the steady sound of water hitting tile filling the space, his bruised knuckles tap against the wood, and your voice, soft as honey, drifts through it, warm and familiar, making his cock tighten in his pants from your words alone, “toji? come in, baby.”

“yeah, yeah… i’m comin, doll.” his voice is low, rough, dragging, the kind that settles deep in your chest and pulls heat low in your stomach every time.

his fingers hook around the shower curtain, pushing it aside, already expecting to strip down and pull you close under the hot water.

instead, he stops.

his eyes land on the razor in your hand, the way you’re about to drag it through your bush, and his expression twists, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.

“the hell are you doin’?”

you blink at him, brows lifting slightly, “shaving..?”

his jaw tightens, something irritated flashing across his face as he yanks the razor from your hand. “yeah? well quit that shit.”

you huff a little, rolling your eyes, “why, it makes it easier for you, trust me, i know i let it go too long, it’s just annoying to deal with, don’t start, my dumbass ex used to bitch about it enough.”

that does it.

toji lets out a low, annoyed sound, snapping the razor clean in half before tossing it somewhere behind him, already stepping in, already stripping, clothes gone in seconds. his body is all hard lines and muscle, scars and strength, something you’ve traced a hundred times with your hands, and mouth.

his hands find you again, gripping your waist, pulling you into him, his face dropping into the crook of your shoulder, making himself just a little smaller to fit against you.

“you’re a real idiot, y’know that?” his voice is quieter now, still rough, but softer where it presses into your skin, his breath warm even under the spray of water.

his mouth moves after that, dragging down your body, slow and unhurried, savoring it, the feel of you, the way your eyes are laced with something dark as you watch him, it drives him crazy. his hands spread across your waist, holding you steady as he lowers himself, resting his forehead briefly against your stomach. water runs down his back in uneven trails, dark hair clinging, almost blue under the fluorescent light.

“those guys you dated before me,” he mutters, voice dipping lower, rougher, “they ain’t men. just a bunch of pathetic fucks who don’t know what to do with a woman.”

his grip tightens slightly, grounding you to his touch, bordering on something possessive.

“good thing you got me now.”

the words settle heavy as he drops further, pressing kisses along your soapy inner thighs, slow at first before his teeth catch lightly, a sharp nibble etched into your skin, making you jolt.

“should track ‘em down for even thinkin’ they had a right to you,” he adds under his breath, not quite joking, not quite serious either, before his focus shifts completely.

he moves in between your thighs, nudging closer, the bridge of his nose brushing against your folds, his breath warm against you.

“but right now…” his voice comes out rough, worn at the edges from whatever mission he just came back from, “i’ll show you how its supposed to be done.”

“t-toji…” your voice breaks into a small whine when his mouth finally closes around your clit, gentle at first, sucking just enough to pull a reaction from you.

he huffs out a quiet chuckle against you, low and pleased, his tongue sliding out to trace slow circles, dragging upward from your hole before dipping back down, a finger pressing inside you briefly, just to feel the heat of your cunt, spreading you open and teasing.

his actions aren’t rushed, his mouth working at your core, slow and unhurried, finding new ways to please you with his tongue, on his knees, face and mouth buried in your needy pussy, exactly where he wants to be.

it’s obscene, the way he buries himself between your thighs, hands keeping you open, mouth moving against you with intent, water running down his broad back while your nails press faintly into his skin, leaving crescent marks, soft mewls spilling from your lips, quiet at first, then less controlled as his tongue works you open.

“fuck… that’s it,” he murmurs against you, voice muffled but clear enough, “just like that… don’t need to change a damn thing.”

his mouth moves again, kisses scattered between slow licks, tongue pressing in, then dragging up through you and through the hair you were about to get rid of, like he’s proving a point, nearly making out with your bush.

your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tight as your body reacts, your thighs shifting, your breath turning uneven as he keeps going, steady, focused, pulling everything out of you piece by piece.

by the time he finally looks up, you’re already wrecked, chest rising and falling, the bathroom thick with steam, his gaze heavy, pupils blown wide as he locks onto your desperate state, a crooked grin pulling at his mouth.

“only dumbasses worry about shit like hair,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still on you, “so quit thinkin’ about it… i ain’t one of ‘em.”

note: this is lwk dookie but i have another toji fic in the works..

masterlist - kofi - emergency commissions

with his entire face buried into your chest, kirishima lets out a low grumble.

“does that feel good?” you ask him, giving him gentle pats on his head while playing with his bright red hair.

nodding vigorously, kirishima adjusts himself to be more comfortable on your chest, deepening your cuddling position.

“yes, mommy-“ just as he says that, you discreetly go to grab your phone.

“what, baby?”

“you make me feel so good, i’m mommy's good boy,” he huffs into your chest, oblivious to the fact you’re recording the rare sight that is your boyfriend being so obedient.

unfortunately, your notifications weren’t on silent, and the ding of the message from your phone makes your boyfriend jolt up, making him directly notice the camera in front of him.

“wow, wow, wow pause,” he says, trying to play off the previous interaction like it was nothing.

he adjusts himself on the bed. now you’re laying on his chest while he has his hands wrapped around you. he grabs your phone and puts himself back on focus.

“nothing to see here, bye bye,” he talks into the camera before turning it off and now looking you directly in the eye.

“what was that about!”

“hey, it was just for me, i thought it was sweet…”

“sweet isn’t manly baby,”

you poke his bicep and run your fingers over his neck. placing gentle kisses all over his neck and arms, making him fold instantly.

“i’m sure calling your girl ‘mommy’ is top tier manliness,” you reply, trying to comfort and appeal to your boyfriend’s one and true desire. your hands find their way to his inner tighs, and you smile to yourself as you notice his very obvious excitement.

“you really think so?”

you nod, “i know so!”

Bruce Wayne:

It had been a long day. Bruce was exhausted and dragging his feet up the stairs when he heard it.

"Leave it alone mother!" Damian yelled.

"Dami, honey-" You tried to reach out to him but his swatted your hand away. You gasped in pain- He was usually good with controlling his strength or holding back so the sharp pain shocked you.

His hand hoovered in the air, mouth open, eyes wide- He couldn't even find the words to apologise when Bruce appeared in the doorway. You immediately hid your hand behind your back.

"Babe!" You smiled, blinking away the tears that had gathered due to the pain. "I didn't expect you home until-"

"Damian." His voice was low and gravelly. "Did I see what I saw or was I hallucinating due to exhaustion?" The tone Bruce used, Damian had never heard that from him. Ever.

"Father- I-" He swallowed, looking up at him.

The way Bruce's shoulders loomed over him. He wasn't Bruce Wayne, or Batman. He was worse. He was Batman without the mask.

"Apologize. Now." There was no room for argument.

"I'm- I'm sorry Ummi." Damian turned to you. "I didn't-" Bruce cleared his throat and you swore you saw the boy shiver. "I should have controlled my anger better- I'm sorry."

"Now, go to your room. I'll be there in a while." Bruce stated and Damian all but ran out of the study. Once he was gone, Bruce's shoulders dropped and he sighed. "What was the reason?"

"He was annoyed that I was babying him by rechecking his injuries from yesterday's patrol." You explained as Bruce wrapped himself in a hug with you.

He hummed against your neck. "Did he hit hard?"

"It was an accident." You downplayed it.

"Yes but still. He should have had better control. He's growing up- Getting stronger. He needs to be careful and I'm not raising a boy that thinks this behaviour is okay- No matter the circumstances." He explained and you nodded.

"I know. Just... Just be gentle. He's never done anything like this before." You pulled back a little, touching Bruce's face.

He smiled against your palm. "I'll try."

Damian was sitting on his bed, head cradled in his hands when he heard the door open then close. He watched Bruce pull up a chair and sit infront of him.

"Father I-" He began but Bruce put his hand up to stop him.

"Damian, I'm disappointed to begin with." Bruce stated simply, tiredness obvious in his voice. "I did not raise you to disrespect my wife."

Damian's eyes widened. You were his mama. Not just- Not just Bruce's wife. Right?

"No patrol for two weeks. And you will tend to your mother until her hand heals." Bruce explained, "If anything like this happens again-"

"It won't." Damian interjected. "It won't. I swear."

Dick Grayson:

"Honey-" You sighed, "You know last night was important for your dad. He got the key to the city. We were there to show support and-"

"Dad's gotten keys before too!" Your son whined, "I missed out on a once in a lifetime kind of party last night. I was the only one who didn't go- I'm going to become a social outcast!"

"John-" You tried again.

"Jesus fuck mom! You don't understand!" He yelled and you blinked in shock.

He'd never spoken to you that way, let alone with that language.

"John. Room. Now." Dick's voice carried through the house.

John's spine straightened rigidly. Dick was the fun parent. Jokes, adventures, always the the person to lighten the mood. So, for him to use a tone he's never experienced before, John shrank away from the voice alone.

He tried to shuffle behind you, his hand reached to grab your wrist to safety- for protection when Dick walked into the kitchen.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He asked and John shook his head. "Good. Go. Now."

"Yes, sir." John swallowed and quickly left.

"What the hell was that?" Dick whispered to you. "How can- What?"

"I don't know." You looked down, your eyes full of absolute sadness.

"Are you okay, baby?" He cupped your face and made you look at him. You nodded, a deep frown on your face. "My girl." He sighed, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. "I'll talk to him. This can't happen again." He whispered into your hair. "Either he gets his act together or he's spending summer with Bruce instead of his little trek through East Asia."

John was nervously pacing his room when Dick entered. His eyes skitted to the door that closed behind his father. He'd never seen Dick upset- Even remotely so. So this was jarring for him.

"Dad-" He began but Dick wagged a finger at him, earning complete silence.

"Do you have any idea how much my wife does for you?" Dick asked slowly. "One party, John. It was one party. You have privlidge beyond words- You get to experience life that most people don't even get to dream of and you yell and curse because you missed one party?"

"I'm sorry- I am! But-" John tried, earning a chuckle from Dick. Uh oh.

"But?" He raised a brow, an eerie smile on his face. "You're defending your behaviour?"

"No!" A deep unsettling feeling gathered in John's stomach.

Dick's gaze narrowed. He hated that he had to use his body language reading skills on his own child but he had to. "Apologize to your mother and mean it. If I have even an inkling that you're not in it 100%, you're spending the summer with grandpa Bruce."

"Yes, sir." John nodded numbly, watching his father leave his room.

Jason Todd:

Jason took off his boots by the door when he heard the commotion. He could hear you and your daughter arguing. She was a teenager now- So, naturally, the world was against her and she was against her mom for everything.

"Woah- Where's the fire?" He joked, entering the lounge, kissing your cheek.

"I found this in her room." You sighed, showing Jason the domino mask, along with some gear. "She's the new vigilante."

"Why were you in my room in the first place?!" She yelled. "It's an invasion of privacy!"

"Okay- First- Let's not yell." Jason tried to mitigate.

"I was there to pick your laundry. Not snoop." You said again. "And we've already had this discussion multiple times. I have told you- I don't want you in this life."

"Dad!" She looked to Jason, "Can you tell mom to not be such an uptight bitch?! I'm doing good in this city!"

You sucked in a sharp breath. "Calliope-"

Whereas, Jason had gone dangerously still. "What did you just say?" He looked at her, his green eyes pulsing a glow.

"I didn't mean-" She backtracked, colour draining from her face.

"Not the question. What did you just call my wife?" He repeated.

Maybe the scary part was that Jason never raised his voice. But his scars and eyes glowing did the fear for him.

"A bitch." She swallowed, looking down.

"Right." Jason folded his arms. "For worrying about you- For picking up after you- For having reasonable concerns. For loving you enough to not want you to get hurt. And this is how you behave?"

"I'm doing real good." She argued back.

"Let me say this once because if I have to repeat it, there will be cosmic consequences. Do you understand?" Jason said softly and she nodded once, "Good. Now, you will never be a vigilante in this or any city. If you want to do good, use your trust fund to give back to the community. Secondly, if you ever speak to your mother- and most importantly, to my wife that way again, you will go to your Uncle Damian's at Nanda Parbat for every vacation and holiday. You know. Since you want to be a vigilante so bad. You should have the proper training."

"Yes, dad." She nodded, horrified.

"Good. I'm gonna go shower." He kissed your temple again then turned to his daughter. "Apologize to your mother and when I come down for dinner and there's even the tiniest bit evidence that she's still upset or hurt- Like I said. Cosmic consequences."

Tim Drake:

"Babe?" Tim called out, dragging his feet to your shared bedroom. "I can't even start to explain how bad today was-" He entered the room, loosening his tie. "Tell me why the board is so-" He paused, you were sitting on the bed, wringing your fingers togther, eyes full of tears. "Uhh- What happened? Someone die in one of your books again?" He teased.

You sniffed, wiping your tears. "No- It's nothing." You gave him a weepy smile. "Sorry I-"

"Don't. Don't do that. Tell me what happened?" He caressed your cheek gently.

"Something Teddy said. It's really nothing- Just my insecurities." You brushed it off but alarm bells were already ringing in his head.

"What did he say?" He asked softly, already knowing that right after this conversation, he'd be going to his son's room.

"It's stupid. Kids say stupid things." You tried again.

"He's 22. So... no. What did he say?" He asked again.

You sighed deeply. "He's been stuck on this Tort Law assignment and I guess he was just frustrated- I said I could help and he-" You bit the inside of your cheek, "He said that if he wanted to ask help from a dropout, he'd ask."

"Right." Tim rubbed at his temple. "Okay. Um- Yeah-" He stood up and left the room.

Teddy was in his room, still hunched over his desk, trying to work out the assignment. He heard the door open then close, he didn't pay much mind to it until Tim cleared his throat.

"Oh, hey dad. What's-" He looked over his shoulder and paused. Tim looked... off. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know. You tell me." He smiled and sat on his son's bed. "Anything interesting happen today?"

"Uh- No? Why?" Teddy's brows furrowed.

"No? Really? Then you didn't behave rudely to your mother?" He asked, the smile still there.

Teddy groaned and rolled his eyes, swivelling his chair to face Tim. "I didn't say anything wrong. She doesn't understand what I'm studying-" He doubled down.

"Funny. Because she was my tutor in college. That's how we met." Tim shrugged. "And if my wife hadn't gotten pregnant, she would've had a degree right now instead of a rude and ungrateful son."

Teddy suddenly felt very sick. "What?"

"Yup. She was your age. Whole life planned. And you know what she did? She picked you. And she's picked you ever since that day. And you?" He let out an exhaled laugh, "Today, I come home to find out that you took one of her biggest sacrifices and threw it back at her because you were frustrated."

"I didn't know." Teddy said shamefully.

"It's not about knowing. You shouldn't have something so cruel to begin with." Tim corrected. "You made her cry."

Teddy blinked and looked at Tim. "Mom cried?" His voice was tiny. "I- I didn't- Fuck-" He shot out of his chair, stumbling, almost falling, running to the door. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" He ran out of the room to find you. "Mama! I'm so sorry!"

Damian Wayne:

"Absolutely not. Your father will flay you alive." You shook your head, going back to your book.

"Mom, please. It'll be fun!" Alfred begged, "Come on."

"Honey- It'll be your funeral." You laughed and turned the page.

"Please!" He whined again, "It'll be fun. I've never seen Baba flip out."

"And for good reason." You rolled your eyes and looked up from your book. Damn, those puppy eyes. "Ugh- Fine. But I'm not saving you when he goes all Demon's Head on you."

"Ah! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" He said gleefully, giving you a hug and running off.

You sighed. This was going to be a disaster but a part of you wanted to see how it would play out. So, here you were, sitting in the study, Alfred setting a camera on the shelf.

"Okay, ready?" He whispered with giggles.

"I still don't approve." You said, "But I won't lie- I am curious..."

Alfred smiled brightly then straightened up. He took a big breath in and then yelled. "Shut up, mama!!"

Before he could even react, a ninja's star wizzed past his ear, lodging itself in the wall.

"Baba!" He squeaked, "You-"

"You dare speak to my wife like that?" Damian growled, "You dare to disrespect the woman that gave you life?"

"Baba! Wait! I can expla- ah!" He dodged the next ninja star. "Wait! Mama!"

"You will not intervene me disciplining him-" Damian whipped his head at you.

"I'm not, my love. Carry on-" You said lazily, watching with amusement.

"Mama!" Alfred yelped, dodging another attack from Damian. "It was just a prank! Just to get a reaction from you!" He scrambled away on the floor.

Damian went still, his gaze narrowing. "You wished for my wrath for a video?" He took one look around and caught the phone propped between books. He threw a ninja star at it, breaking the phone into pieces.

"Mama! Please!" Alfred begged.

"Nope. I told you it was a bad idea." You laughed, then turned a page.

"You chose to not listen to your mother?" Damian hissed.

"Okay, my bad! My very bad! This is escalating too fast!" Alfred ran between the shelves.

"Apologize. Now." Damian's voice carried in the shadows.

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry- Mama!! Help me!" He cried out.

You sighed softly and put your book aside. "My love?" You said sweetly and Damian hummed. "I think he learned his lesson."

"He did not." He huffed. "Come out. Now. I won't attack you anymore." Alfred shuffled out in full view. "So, you decided to not listen to your mother and then disrespect her for a prank to get a reaction out of me?" He nodded weakly. "You do know that if it had been anyone but you, the first start would have lodged itself in your heart. Yes?"

Alfred gulped. "Yes, Baba."

"Good." Damian nodded. "Now- You will write a 3000-word essay explaining that you understand what you did was wrong. And then you were clean the training room of the assassins."

Alfred's eyes bugged out of his head. "The assassins' training room?" He whispered. "But that's-"

"Quite big. I'm aware." Damian smiled. "Should take just enough days as your spring break?"

"Should've listened to me." You said softly as he groaned and left the study.

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