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This is all based on a dream I had that woke me up coughing my lungs out (not related to the dream, I've just been sick the past few days)
Hawks quirk (from mha if it wasn’t clear) being Robyn's quirk
Her apartment is in the sky (like actually I'm not even joking, it's just hanging there by pure magic) and right across from the lecture hall she takes notes from with her super vision (part of the quirk ig)
Steve becomes her roommate
Before she meets steve she's known nancy for a while now
Nancy think steve might not know Robyn's a lesbian but Robyn let's her know that "no yeha I told him everything we've been talking about this hot girl that literally everyone in town knows and how her nose is so perfect and how she's so graceful and-"
"Yes Robyn I get the point" Nancy says.
Steve up until this point just thought they were making conversation and was getting to know his potential date. His world view comes crashing down after only hearing Robyn's side of the conversation with Nancy on the phone.
Steve has a mental quirk so it doesn't outwardly show that much except for the little details around his body. Robyn doesn't know what the quirk is (neither do i honestly) and doesn’t remember to ask. Steve appreciates this and is large bonus to having Robyn as his roommate/friend(?).
Most people don't like going to Robyn's apartment because you need to activate your quirk to get there and you need to be synced up with her security feed, which takes a lot of patience and time to do. Steve feels conflicted about hearing this. On one hand it's good because that guarantees almost no one will be able to get to him here but he has to use his quirk everytime he wants to go home.
Now the rest of the Hawkins gang have all been synced up to the security monitor just in case, except for the quirkless and mutation type quirks but they still have a system for that. Almost everyone asks Robyn once in a while if she can just fly them there instead of them activating probably dangerous or embarrassing or not easily accessible quirks. No one else except robyn in the Hawkins gang has a transmutation quirk until Eddie comes along with bat wings on his back at all times. Robyn are the same in that sense, that they can both fly but Eddie can't exactly fly over large bodies of water and he's not as fast as her. No one is as fast as Robyn everyone in the party has agreed.
Robyn knows what she's capable of. She knows she could easily cheat during tests or quizzes at her university without getting caught but she just. Doesn't want to. She wants to prove to herself that she can accomplish something without resorting to taking the easy way out. If she has to bomb 3/4 of tests she takes than so be it as long as she doesn't get thrown put of the university she doesn't care. She'll work double shifts if it means getting to prove that she can do things herself. (This might or might not lead to her slowly neglecting herself and her needs, needing someone to make her understand spreading herself so thin she can barely hold her wings up in the sky is not proving anything to anyone, especially herself(Steve says all this yall, maybe less eloquently but the point gets across)). Maybe this all started from a young age when her parents expected a lot from her, expected her to solve all their problems for them (maybe financial? Idk) and it just made her more convinced to not do anything for themn, but for herself. And although, at the time, this kind of thinking was healthy, it was not sustainable in the long run after separating herself from them in the future.
Oh uhhh heros and villains don't exist, quirks and criminals exist. There is technology created that stuns a persons quirk factor and makes them immobile (paralyzed) temporarily. This technology was used on Steve as a child to make him more "docile".
I like to give as much angst to characters that I think would look hot being pathetic wet dogs-
Robyn and Nancy end up together obvi (if you didn't catch it up there, Nancy was a little jealous of Robyn talking about someone she might be interested in like that that isn't her (that was literally her who Robyn described but whatever)).
Steve and Eddie
And literally anyone else you want to ship I'm a big elmax or elumax supporter and Dustin being steddie's kid basically
Also why the fuck is nobody talking about the sass potential with Dustin and Erica friendship?? They're like copy paste stobyn but with a different font that makes them roast everyone else instead of each other
Anyway don't take any of this too seriously it only took like 30 minutes (that's a lot fo time holy shit 💀😭😭 I'm a slow writer) and no brain power because, again, I just woke up with a coughing fit that probably made me lose a lung. I should probably check on that.
Yeah, Sasha is a boy, Japanese fans confirmed it. And Pitri ( the new mouse ) is most likely a girl. Someone pointed out that there's a "Boy-Girl Grid" on the Amiibo Website and that would mean Sasha is a boy and Pitri is a girl. Though. I'm curious to see what Personality Type they'll have? It's most likely Jock or Lazy ( Possibly Smug ) I can't imagine them being anything else. I'm guessing Jock myself, honestly.
Yeah I figured that, but it's cool to get confirmation ~
I guessed the villagers' genders based on their names in other languages, and Shasha's are generally masculine while Petri's are feminine.
That aside, I dunno if you've read my personality predictions post, but I guessed that Sasha would be lazy by process of elimination, but if he does have the fashion hobby, then he might actually be smug so that their general dialogue matches more to the hobby.
a collection of my favorite geto suguru fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, consisting of pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by series/oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! shamelessly plugging my own geto fics as well :p i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post! will be updated regularly-ish with new recs
series:
best friend!geto (ongoing?) by @fricks ; i’ve reread all of the entries in this series so many times that i could beam this shit onto the back of my eyelids and reread them all over again just like that. i adoreeee geto’s characterization here (fricks is a geto expert truly) he’s such a charming little shit and the witty convos between him and reader are just tew good. i can’t decide on a favorite part cos they’re all amazing IM SERIOUS. THIS IS MY LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA PLEASE DONT BURN IT DOWN!!!!
dishonorable (complete) on ao3 ; regency/bridgerton aus are always divine and this fic is no exception. duke geto and reader’s chemistry is too good 🚬 love how they want to strangle each other yet they flirt with each other in the same breath. duke geto take it out its hurtingggguuuhhhh
six degrees of separation (complete) by @starmapz ² ; i read this yeaaaars ago so imagine my surprise when i dug this fic up again and realized trish wrote it 😭 the angst in this has stuck with me for YEARS . geto loves so hard and that facet really shines in this fic. the entire thing is incredibly true to his character as a whole and serves as an amazing analysis of his character. how am i even allowed to read this masterpiece without a price? like wdym this is FREE?
strangers (ongoing) by @yenayaps ; this fic will hit you hard cos jfc this is a truck of ANGST. i’ve never wanted eternal happiness and peace for two people so badly in my life. geto and reader have grown distant after a miscarriage and are in the process of learning & choosing to love each other again, and it makes me wanna bawllll. their arguments and thoughts are so grounded and feel incredibly real, making this fic all the more immersive and making the angst pack a few extra punches. i think about the diabolical restaurant scene once a month at least 😭
no. one party anthem (ongoing) by @indiewritesxoxo ⁵ ; this rockstar suguru right here is one i would suck right off the bone like hes a box of chicken wings. girl dad? charmer of the year n hes slick wit it too? THE PINING THE CHASING THE GROVELING THE TRYING TO BE BETTER FOR READER??? top tier truly. indie always shows out with her various geto series and this has gottaaaaa be one of the best. the angst and smut here are unparalleled. that hotel sex scene STAYS living in my head (gif of the duck smoking and shaking its head with a satisfied smirk). im forever rooting for geto in this fic IDGAF!!!!
meow or never (complete) on ao3 ; geto’s little shit of a cat (aptly named gojo) gets reader’s cat pregnant and chaos ensues. geto wants reader’s cookie so bad lmfaoooo just like gojo with reader’s cat… this whole fic is genuinely SO hilarious. super domestic, fluffy, and very slice-of-life too!
fwb!suguru (ongoing?) by @eraserbread ² ; elly’s prose is to die for and her word choice is so unique too so her works are always a treat to the soul. the way she writes geto.. mm… truly a five course meal. need geto and reader to communicate and stop trying to win the nonchalant-off (they’re both failing to be nonchalant). i’m shaking them. god i wanna smash these two together like barbie dolls 😢 (😏). let me get my wallet because it must be illegal to read this piece of art for FREEEEE?
lazy sunday morning and whispers in the library (complete) on ao3 ; going from domestic intimacy and first times in the first fic to some freaky exhibition shit in the second fic… yeaaaah this is my bread and butter. geto is SO romantic and sweet in these installments, especially the first part 😪 this geto needs to be in my bed by yesterday or i’m hanging myself by the ears on the nearest tower
smoking with stoner!getou suguru (complete) on ao3 ; been a while since i’ve read this but geto is slick and sexy ass motherfucker in this fic. his dialogue had me cheesinggggg I WANT HIM BAD BRAH! the exposition here is so lively and perfectly immersive, idk how to explain it but its SUCH a vibe. gojo and toji are total clowns in this fic lmfao the shit they were pulling in the background had me ctfuuuu. this fic is a certified fave
the roommate part 1 & part 2 (ongoing?) by @kenzieluvsnanami ; call this puth british with the way roommate geto is innittttt 🇬🇧 the way geto is written in these makes me nut untouched and on the spot… this man is a sexy ass fiend and ykw i like them crazy just like this. ESPECIALLY when it’s geto. love his cheekiness and tomfoolery here lmfaooo he’s entertaining asf
sometimes i peep on the handsome dad next door (complete) on ao3 ; the dilf suguru to beat all sugurus 🙂↔️ every time there was so much of a mention of either 1. his gray streaks or 2. how he interacts with nanako and mimiko, i started shaking like a little rabid dog on steroids. reader is such a freak in this LMFAOOJTKWHR just like me fr… i too would wake up at 5am just to watch geto get dressed 🤤 he’s so hot and assured and confident in this fic and it makes me wanna jump his bonessss. his and reader’s relationship and build-up is something you don’t wanna miss out on!
darling (complete) on ao3 ; the second i saw black reader x musician geto i knew this would be amazing. AND IT IS! op did such a lovely job of portraying the hard of hearing reader here. i adore how geto and reader use each other as inspiration for music and for writing, and seeing their arrangement develop into a relationship is so worth the read c:
breathe me in on ao3 ; fwb!suguru in this fic… i gotta light a blunt every time i think of him. i was sold the second he asked reader to come over not for sex but to cuddle and to have someone simply there with him. geto is soooo sensual to his core here like every thing he does and says feels like honey… and he’s SO smooth jfc. so fine. my sweetheart AND my little shit :,) the smut here is toe-curling
the ethics of relationships (complete) by @gojonanami ; i typically don’t read prof/students but this fic is just one of those onessss and if you haven’t read it then you’re missing out 🙂↔️ that’s how yummy this whole five course meal is. i’ve harassed so many friends with the link to this fic LMFAO i just want everyone to read this BAD… i’m due for a reread because it’s been a WHILE but so many scenes in this fic stand out in my memory. super good overall!!
brat (ongoing) by @kunareads ; producer geto and pop star reader you are so very famous to me! reader is such a vibe in this fic and it makes her relationship with geto all the more fun & enticing. their dynamic feels like snorting a line of coke in the best way possible but also i need these fools to communicate asap 😣 the formatting of this fic is SO fun and feels super interactive/immersive!!
vault boy (ongoing) by @/indiewritesxoxo ; fallout/apocalypse au!! if u havent gotten into fallout, indie makes the universe easy to understand. geto is such a sweetie pie in this fic and his humanity is devastating… MY POOR BABY :( i wanna hide him away in a bunker. speaking of bunkers, give me one to shack up with him in and we’d repopulate the entire world in just a few years TRRRRUST 🤣✌🏽
oneshots:
#INTRO2MUNCH101 by @satorena ; another situation where i read a fic years ago and became mutuals with the author later on (haiii serena). this fic is comedy fawking golddddd no joke but its also hot as hell. serena is too good at building up the chemistry between geto and reader (#welovemeanreadersbtw) and i love how desperate geto is here, he wants that cookie BAD. his fake nonchalant shit had no one fooled and every time reader called him out i was ctfu. the smut had me writhing brah WRITHING (and giggling profusely for many reasons)
rock you up on ao3 ; TA geto and professor reader is an unmatched dynamic brah YALL DONT EVEN GETTTT HOW MUCH I FUCK WITH THEM ANDDD THIS FIC… submissive geto was a very exciting surprise HEHEHEHEEEE i love seeing my man getting his shit rocked <3 the banter here is too mfing good and is something this writer very much excels at!!
why suguru’s wife is the best cook in the world! by @yunamoona ; a super good take on geto and his relationship with food AND the cutest meet cute to ever meet cute… yeah this is a banger. repeating what i said in the comments but when geto ate reader’s cookies i was smiling at my phone like a freak, because sometimes all it takes is just the act of kindness/love to be able to guide you down a path of healing :,) i love this fic sm. it’s one of a kind
what if you’re just someone i want around (i’m falling again) on ao3 ; post-jjk0 fix it fic where reader is assigned to watch over geto 😣💔 < the sound of my heart shattering. you can feel geto’s jadedness and bitterness radiating through the screen due to how vivid and deeply thoughtful each scene is written out. but despite it all, geto is such a sweetheart and lover to his core 😢
i’m afraid that’s just the way the world works (but i think that it could work for you and me) on ao3 ; an au where geto never defected and years later, reader and geto take in nanako and mimiko. such a heartwarming fic all around. i love my miminana forever and ever and they deserve the world
bed chem by @nanamiskentos ; this is sexy AND fucking hilarious, what MORE could you ask for. suguru had me curling my toessss in this fic jhtjwhrjsi his dialogue has me hot and ready like lil caesars. the descriptions here make me wanna lick my screen and digest every single word. best believe i’m cleaning my plate every time i reread this
the haunting by @/starmapz ; if you like horror fics this is absolutely the fic for you :3 if geto were my ex… shittttt i would crack him again and take him back too. this fic is a perfect blend of hot smut, angst, and unsettling horror. i can’t say much else cos of spoilers but the ending had me GAGGED
it will come back by @hellowoolf ; ballerina au with instructor geto and ballerina reader!! their push and pull in this fic had me reading with my hands (and puth 😣) clenched… the chemistry is SO buzzy and so loud. the smut is mfing fantasticcccc and the build-up to it is EXCELLENT. dialogue is on point toooooo everything geto says makes me giggle
top of the class on ao3 ; if my TA was as pretty (and pathetic) as geto in this fic, i’d crack tf out of them too 🤭 love the switch-up in the power dynamic here and how reader sooo effortlessly has geto wrapped around her finger
ghostface pussy killer by @saintkaylaa ; one thing about me is i loveeee a good fic where one chases the other and then they fuck nasty 😣 the aphrodisiacs being involved makes the stakes sm more intense (and hotter 😏). i’m obligated to reread this everyyyy october because this fic is peak
the best kind of remedy by @reignpage ; santa can i please get herbalist geto under my tree for christmas 🙏🏽 preferably naked and already oiled up 🙏🏽 stoner geto is absolutely and 100% my kryptonite everyyyy time and he’s extra sexy asl in this fic. DREAMY SIGH. the smut is so buzzyyyyy
one night only? by @uzugeto ² ; this is a certified hood classic iykwim. every time this fic pops up on my dash or in my memory, i just HAVE to reread it. jade is really and truly the god of managing to make fics perfectly fluffy, hilarious, and smutty like whewwwww… geto and reader here are so special to me I LOVE THEM DEARLY 😣😋
how to baby trap marry your best friend! by @/indiewritesxoxo ; FUCK MY BABY DAD ALRIGHT!!! i love idiot best friends in love bro like just put the crush in the bag and pop the questionnnnn, the yearning in this kills me in the best way possible! the first time they have sex and take pictures of each other is forever branded in my head cos its tooooo hot 🚬
lessons in love on ao3 ; oh to fall in love with dilf geto and to retire with him… whimsical sigh. such a comforting slice of life fic. if my future partner isn’t this sweet and devoted and understanding, i don’t want em! geto here is really the perfect husband 😋
cry for me by @bunnieeteeth ; coach geto and figure skater reader! really cannot say much about this fic for the sake of spoilers, but also because i genuinely have no words for how this fic makes me feel. just wow. trust me when i say that this fic will have you sitting up in your seat and staring at your phone in shock. i want geto and reader to get together so bad but at what cost 💔
the torture of small talk with someone you used to know by @betterinvienna ; rockstar geto (and your ex) and photographer reader how you’ve both moved me and changed me irreversibly. geto is a first class yearner with a ticket straight to piningville because ohhhh my goddddd he wants reader back so mfing bad . he’s losing the nonchalant war #chalantking and i’m happy about it! such a good angst & hurt/comfort fic. i love exes fics. EVERY SINGLE SONG IS ABOUT YOU… WAH…. 😢😢😢🥺🥺🥺🥺
the practice of kissing by @lovelivision ; we all cheer for kissing practice fics!!! geto is such a mouthwatering tease in this fic ughhtksjrns i have got to fuck him . he’s such a cocky little shit but also sososo sweet with reader and so accommodating… his duality is unmatched!
ghost of you by @suguruss1ut ³ ; this fic is my 13th reason ☹️ post-defection geto and reader who still love each other despite geto’s actions/ideals is lethal. so lethal. this fic had me rolling around in bed thinking about it for dayssss after finishing it… it’s so heartbreaking UGHHHH 💔
#THE PARTY AND THE AFTER PARTY by @screampied ; lock me in a room with stripper!geto for about an hour (please trap us together longer though.) and he’s walking out pregnant god willing. whole fic had me twirling my hair and checking my wallet for extra cash to toss geto’s way
you & me by @getosurya ; perfect perfect perfect hurt/comfort after an argument between geto and reader. despite everything, they love each other sm and it bleeds through each and every action of theirs… this fic is so tender and reassuring that it makes me melt :,)
maw on ao3 ; there are no words to describe this fic or how it makes me feel without my description/thoughts majorly falling flat. i simply cannot do this fic justice… PLEASE READ IT.
ask me to bleed (for you i will) on ao3 ; post-defection geto and non-sorcerer reader who works at a bakery… another fic that is my 13th reason lowkey. this is another fic that i cannot do justice nor summarize my feelings for properly but i am once again urging you all to read this
geto’s bride by @/uzugeto ; the effect that this fic has had on me actually needs to be studied because why am i so charmed by chucky doll geto to the point that i’ve sent this fic to multiple friends individually 😭😭 this shit had me CRYINGGGGG cos of how fucking funny it is alllll the way through lmfaooohtkwhrj and imagining certain scenes had me cracking up. i am such a sucker for sub geto in this fic… MAKE HIM WHIMPER!!!! (will update with new link when i can!)
simply ear-resistible! by @/indiewritesxoxo ; bunny geto is the cutest fucking thing to ever existtttt 🥺😭 even if he has a massive attitude LMFAO. him retaining a few bunny traits/habits after returning to his original form actually makes me want to chew on his cheek. reader and geto are TOOOO cute here and i want the best for them :]
purrrfect surprise by @/suguruss1ut ; do you like men who crawl on all fours while wearing cat ears?? look no further cos this is the fic for YOU!!! THIS IS MY SHIT!!! I love me some sub geto and this fic is pure peak. need him desperate justttt like this
STILL CANT HEAR ME? by @forgiven4u ; ive never liked a fic so mfing fast in my goddamned life . Wdym this is funny, sexy, well-written, prose is on point and the author’s voice in the exposition is hilarious… wdym i could read this fic for free brah!!! if geto ragebaited me this hard i too would start bouncing on it like crazy and making him empty his balls just to hear him whimper loud as hell (added on 4/23!)
the failing grade by @macbethinchains ; phy’s prose and exposition and word choices hit differentttt every time. she’s fr the type of writer that makes you wanna sit in silence and hold your head and just marvel in silence over how she creates her scenes in such a beautifully descriptive way… and ohhhh how that talent shines in this fic. again i’m not usually one to read prof/students so you know i’m #moved by this fic. the writing is just SO beautiful bro i wanna marinate in phy’s fics 😭😭😭 UGHHH AND THEIR DYNAMIC MAKES ME FEEL COO COO FOR COCOA PUFFSSSSS reader’s chasing… suguru’s restraint (until it snapped crackled and popped 😋)… reader being a freak (#real)… the i love you… OUUUUHHHHH. 20/10 as always (added on 4/25!)
PAINT THE TOWN RED! by @mamashima ; SAVE A HORSE RIDE A MFING COWBOYYYYYY!!!! … even though suguru is not one and doesn’t like to be called one LMFAO. suguru is the sheriff of a town that you, a vampire who hates men, moseys right on into. the wit imbedded in this entire fic, from the dialogue to the exposition to the inner thoughts, had me ROLLING brah, op is tewww smooth n funny with it 🙂↕️ and you know i love me some humor AND some mouth-watering push and pulls like the dynamic between suguru and reader. this fic is a new favorite so y’all are naturally obligated to read this. also switchy bottom!suguru >>>> everything else ever (added on 6/13!)
talk dirty by @kamiflix ; this fic has me running around in circles like a rabid doggggghtkwhejdkw cos suguru is slick asl and so cocky and perfect like ugh . Need that bad… suguru gets turned on by the mere sound of reader’s voice, and what was once a normal phone call turns into suguru putting on a show over video call 👅 AND WHAT A SHOWWWWW IT IS… after that i’d be at his place in 10 seconds flat so i can slob on him 😇 (added on 6/13!)
BABY ARE U HOME? by @shawtuzi ; this is pure excellence pure artistry and pure talent packed into an incrediblyyyyy satisfying 28k words. OH MAN… geto meets reader through her night shifts at waffle house, and they connect through reader’s interest in the art of sfw shibari classes. every little moment between geto and reader is so electric, op EXCELS at building the chemistry between these two in every single way possible. i will always love artistic eroticism and the psychological exploration of kink sm, so this fic is an absolute treat to me. its one of a kind and a new favorite of mine!! AND OHHH DONT GET ME STARTED ON HOW HOT GETO IS HERE… 🚬🍷 (added on 7/26!)
drabbles:
(i’ve written so many summaries/thoughts already that i won’t be doing so for these fics. titles are all pretty self-explanatory for the most part, and these are all super good short reads!! 🫶🏽)
emo!suguru and his pretty pink princess by @epicderpface
suguru + independent gf by @satoruined
mornings with suguru by @hayajiku
sub!suguru wax play by @bluukive
arcturus beaming by @oporotheca
love, as if it were carved in stone by @go6jo
tutor!geto getting overwhelmed by @/eraserbread
suguru volunteers to model for your art class and you didn’t expect him to have such a perfect dick by @gojosconsort
afterglow by @feyrinnn
kissing suguru by @sugurusbadhabit
binded bunny by @meowguru
domain expansion: unlimited creampies by @/suguruss1ut
lost in the sauce (you) by @fushiguho
childhood friend!suguru by @digitalro
guy next door by @seraphicsuguru (added on 4/17!)
stress toy!suguru by @fushi6oro (added on 4/23!)
tongue split by @sugurusbadhabit (added on 5/14!)
suguru is obsessed with aftercare… and you apparently by @princeable (added on 5/21!)
boyfriend!suguru by @jumpjo (added on 5/25!)
hungover breakfast with bf!suguru by @diaafterdark (added on 6/3!)
tracing suguru’s scar by @rengoatku (added on 6/13!)
playing with bsf!suguru’s hair before class by @reveries0fmine (added on 6/13!)
magic mishaps by @/indiewritesxoxo (added on 6/13!)
suguru’s retribution by @ohfreshlinen (added on 6/16!)
cult leader!suguru geto knows exactly how to seduce you by @moviecritc (added on 7/17!)
so unfaithful to the life i thought i wanted by @/pwawr (added on 7/26!)
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| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k
⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive👉👈🙂↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten
DABI
This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep, sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.
You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."
He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."
Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"
His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."
He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."
All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt.
A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.
Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."
"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.
Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.
"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.
"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."
"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."
BAKUGOU
Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.
You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.
He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s-" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "-3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."
Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."
His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.
You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."
If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.
Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good.
Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.
Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.
"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.
Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.
You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.
"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed.
SHOTO
If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.
"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.
"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"
His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek.
"You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.
His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts- mission? what mission?-he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...
"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."
Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.
You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...
But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you.
AIZAWA
With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.
You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).
A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.
"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.
A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."
He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard.
A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock.
"Fine. But I'm using you. You started this- so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."
"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats.
Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."
"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.
Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.
The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.
The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him.
Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy.
Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.
"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.
Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.
"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."
You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."
You nod, doing what he says.
"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.
"Yeah!"
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honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear
featuring. zanka nijiku , enjin , zodyl typhon , follo tunito , rudo surebrec , august stilza , riyo reaper , fu oroster , jabber wonger , tamsy caines !
content. 3.87k wc , up to 0.3k-0.5k words per drabble , female!reader , fluff fluff fluff , crack , they might be ooc , a teeny tiny bit suggestive , mischievous reader , crappy writing , safe for minors , spoiler warning for tamsy’s part , a tinge of cringeness but we embrace it like soldiers of course , not proof read.
author’s note. ehehe thanking my lazy fellas for searching out dividers cause I was struggling rlly hard with that lol… feeding you people before I disappear again okay… jokes no joke…?
ZANKA NIJIKU.
"YOU'RE going on a mission?"
A hum left his lips as you momentarily stopped your work to look after him, eyes set on the boy who was readying himself before he would leave for his mission. Leave you.
"Come back safely, yes?"
"I'm only gone fer two days."
Of course there was no need for this to be said since he'd always come back, not matter if he's about to die or half dead. He would find a way back to you, even if it meant crawling all the way.
"Can't believe I'm hanging out with Nano again." you started sulking, secretly stealing glances of his shirtless back. "Zanka, I already miss you."
"Still here."
You huffed out in annoyance, not being able to get any reaction — feeling a tad bit too dramatic for today. "Just say that you hate me and want me to die." you turned around.
"W-What?" he stammered in shock as soon as those words left your mouth.
"Uh huh, you heard me." the corner of your lips turned down.
"No, wait... I don't hate ya at all. The total opposite." he tried to clarify and approached you.
"I said I miss you already, and you're being so dry." you glanced behind you, enjoying Zanka's despair.
"Didn't mean to, I swear. I love ya, 'kay? Don't get upset with me please." he placed his hand right under your chin and turned your face gently towards him, leaning in for a kiss.
"Mmh... I love you too." you pulled away to answer.
"I'll come back as quickly as possible fer ya."
A frown replaced your face as your lips formed a straight line, immediately wiping your lips — wiping his kiss away. Just when he was about to turn his back to you. Yet he caught it in the corner of his eye.
"[name]?" he blinked.
He was in pure shock. You have to imagine it properly. He was in shock.
"What was that?"
"I just felt like it..."
"Not anymore."
"W-Wait it was a joke! Get away! No more kisses!"
ENJIN.
WAS it really your usual day when your boyfriend wasn't present at all?
Not in — physically present. But rather in volume wise. As in shouting a cheesy pet name as loud as he can to call for you so you'd make your way to him.
"SUGARPLUM!"
Well, never mind. You thought too soon.
"Be right back, Cia." you sighed out and stood up from your seat. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it." your friend chuckled.
"What do you want, old man?"
The male was grinning from ear to ear as you crossed your arms in front of him, glaring daggers into his skull. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you." he answered cheekily.
As if he wasn't sitting a few feet away from you. In the same room even.
"I'm going to beat you."
"Wait, what if I like that?" he titled his head and carefully planted his hand right at your hip.
"Lowkey, you remind me of a pervert sometimes." you grimaced, "how did you even bag me?"
"My divine, angelic, goddess-like girlfriend. Please forgive me for my ignorance and rude tongue." he sung lowly, "I do beg for a kiss."
"Do you seriously want to get beat?" you deadpanned.
"Please?"
"I suppose I can grant your wish. But stop calling me all that. Seriously... Shiver me timbers." you bent down to reach his height, your lips meeting his for a second.
"Gosh, I love you so much." he couldn't surpass the growing smile as you backed away.
"Mhm..." you hummed, about to turn around while wiping his kiss off your lips.
"—Excuse me?"
The smile dropped, his eyes widened, hurt crossing his face — almost letting you feel bad.
He was not only hurt but also offended by that action.
"Get back here." he grasped your wrist immediately after and pulled you back right to him.
"Ack—"
"Where do you think you're going after this?"
ZODYL TYPHON.
IT was unsettling. A bit too unsettling. You blinked slowly and carefully as if your every breath depended on it, eyes wandering around the rook to avoid his staring.
Because — well, because you couldn't take him serious right now. The atmosphere was unsettlingly awkward but you just could not take it serious, not him.
Especially with that leg of an insect sticking right at the corner of his mouth.
"—Zodyl." you broke the silence and eventually met his gaze, a sweat drop running down your cheek.
The man hummed nonchalantly, not tearing his eyes from you — not even a second to let you move or breathe. It was locked in with your face, and it was starting to be unnerving.
"You got something here." you pointed at your own mouth.
"Oh?" he used his thumb to wipe it away, now looking at the leg again.
For a while. He was just staring at it. Contemplating quietly if he should eat it.
"No." you immediately chimed in to interrupt his thoughts. "No, don't eat that."
"But—"
"Please." a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat and walked towards him, at that grasping a tissue.
His brows furrowed slightly, the tiniest twitch vivid on his face, something only you would be able to notice. After all, Zodyl is an unreadable man with no communication skills.
Whatever is on his mind right now? You have to figure out by yourself as if it was some kind of puzzle. But you make up for the lack of communication at least, even if he avoids to tell less of himself.
"Can't just eat that..." you trailed off and wiped his mouth gently with the tissue.
"I can though."
"Never mind..." you placed a quick and fleeting kiss against his lips, feeling a shiver crawl down your spine. "Knowledge of you eating all that and kissing you makes me wanna cry."
"Why..." he paused as he watched how you wiped your lips, his mood infinitely dropping, "why's that..."
"Because." you simply reasoned, "also you kinda remind me of my friend, Riu. She’s a bit weirder though."
Yet he wasn't even asking about whatever you were blabbering about, rather focusing on why you wiped your lips.
"Something wrong?" you questioned.
He should ask you. But he only shook his head at your question, hand raising and using it to wipe off your mouth — using his finger.
"W-What is this for..?" you blinked.
"Don't know, but you were doing it."
FOLLO TUNITO.
"CAN you move a little bit further? Like away from me?" he asked for space, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek.
"No?" you responded — as if this was the most obvious question, that could've been answered itself without issues.
"Please?"
You stared at your supposed boyfriend as he asked for some space in his bed, realising that you were taking it all up — literally monopolising it. And you halfway laid on him as if you owned the room and bed.
Correction, as if you owned the world.
"So... you hate me and want me to die?" you huffed in offence and got yourself off him, backing away to give the desired space.
"N-No!?" he immediately answered in surprise, "I love you so much. I'd rather die before you, I can't imagine a world without you."
"Oh wow, you're a cheesy one." your lips curled into a grin, "you're lucky you're cute."
"Am I now?" he breathed out.
It didn't take long until your lips formed a straight line, not taking his answer like that. "Yes, you are." you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, about to sit up and leave the room.
"That's it, i'm sleeping at my girl friend's tonight. Kai would appreciate me more than you." you sulked, sitting up rightly.
"Wait, no! I didn't mean it like this!" he grasped your wrist and tugged it gently, making you turn around.
"Appreciate me more than. Even if I take up all the space in your bed." you huffed.
"I promise I will. Stay here please."
"Only 'cause you said please." you grinned and planted a kiss on his cheek, "good night kiss."
"But on the wrong spot." his hand found its way behind your head to pull you into a kiss, his mouth meeting yours.
"Woa..." you blinked, "you're so cheesy. We are so cheesy..."
"But it's fun—"
It was funny until you wiped your lips.
"Did I do something?" he didn't even waste a second to ask.
"No? Why would you ask?"
"Then why would you wipe my kiss away?" he knitted his eyebrows slightly.
"Since... well since, I could..?"
"Just tell me you hate me and want me to die then."
"HEY THAT'S MY PHRASE!"
RUDO SUREBREC.
A grin adorned your face while you could only stare at your cute boyfriend, watching how he was stuffing himself with cake, sweets and probably everything else on the table.
Your chin was propped up on the back of your hand as you watched how the dessert had a huge impact on him. If he does continue like this, you wonder how long it’ll be until he gets cavities.
But still — he is still cute when he enjoys eating it.
Until he noticed you staring. Gulping down a mouthful of whipped cream and cake, he could only blink leisurely. His eyes wander down to your own cake, untouched and small.
“…Why are you staring?” he questioned out of nowhere, putting a full stop of his feast.
“Couldn’t help myself. You’re super cute.” your grin widened, letting him feel a sense of embarrassment.
If you’re going to be honest? He was even sweeter, the tinge of shame and self awareness getting back to him as he put down the sweets.
“Thanks…” he trailed off, cheeks heating up.
Rudo was flustered now. And a bit ashamed. Where were his manners again?
“You worry too much sometimes like Vivi… Actually no, she worries less. When I first met her, she was also a bit shy.” you told while ushering him, “don’t worry. Continue eating.”
His gaze went back and forth, the table and you. Before picking up the fork for the first time.
“Pfft— You don’t have to use the fork! Do what you’re most comfy with, you know?” you stood up to not only take the fork out of his hand, but to also plant your lips against his messy one.
“W-What was that for!?” he stammered, full face exploding in redness.
“An apology.” you smiled at him, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the cream off your lips.
Silence settled again. This time it was a teeny tiny bit uncomfortable. Because he was staring.
“…Thanks for inviting me.” he carefully thanked you, taking another tissue to wipe his own lips.
“Why are you sulking?”
“I’m not..!” he quickly denied yet your eyes made him confess again, “okay maybe I am…”
“Why’s that?”
“Kiss me again. Err— My mouth is clean now…” he plead, a frown slowly forming on his face.
His own plead making him embarrassed again.
“But don’t wipe it away this time…”
AUGUST STILZA.
"STOP screaming in my ear, August. Please..." you trailed off.
Although your favour was unheard and plead futile since your voice didn't reach him fully. "LOVELY! STAND UP! IT'S TIME TO WAKEY WAKEY!" he shouted in anticipation.
"August." you whined, trying to cover your ears with your pillow.
Yet he didn't let you, pulling the pillow quickly away and grasping your hand to pull you up. "Leave me alone." you huffed out in annoyance, manipulating your weight to make it harder for him.
"NO WAY!" his arms wrapped itself around your torso as he dragged you out of the bed.
The cold wind hit your skin, your back against his chest and his arms right around your waist. "COME ON!" he bursted into a laughter right beside your ear, letting it bleed inwardly.
"I think i'm deaf." you hummed and slipped into the slippers.
August was still holding onto you though — even though you were already standing by yourself, his arm now over your shoulders.
"Shut it." you demanded.
"Of course." he lowered his volume by a ton, zipping his mouth shut for you.
"Good." you grumbled, "can you grab my jacket?"
"The prettiest for my beautiful lady!" he chuckled rather loudly, and grasped one — one that matched your pyjama.
"Stop..." you trailed off at his compliment and slipped into it with his help. "You shower me too much with affection."
"WHAT?"
"I'm getting Hoops to beat your ass." you furrowed your brows, "never mind, she's too kind for that. Or..?"
"I think I shower you too less. It's not ENOUGH! And actually, I feel a bit guilty, ya know?" he admitted, tilting your head to face him — his lips peppering you with lots of kiss.
And the last one landed on your lips.
"Don't..." you paused as you freed yourself to wipe your mouth, "feel guilty—"
"PARDON?" he gasped in shock, definitely not amused by that move.
"Yes?"
"Who are you to wipe my kiss away!?"
"Back off, August." you picked up your pace.
"Come here!"
"Please leave me alone!"
RIYO REAPER.
"FEELS like my girlfriend is ignoring me intentionally.” the red head hummed next to you.
A sigh escaped your lips, your hands collecting all papers all together as you stared at her from the corner of your eyes. “Is that so?” you questioned and placed the stack of paper aside.
“Not anymore.” she returned your smile with a cheeky grin.
“Of course. You tend to get the wrong impressions from time to time.”
“I do? But I just wanted your attention!” she draped your arm over your shoulder.
“Get yer couple asses back to the room.” someone commented from the side.
“Zanka, are you jealous? Not being able to see your girlfriend kinda sucks, doesn’t it?” Riyo teased him, throwing the fact that his girlfriend wasn’t on the mission with them.
“Shut it.” he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, sideying the red-haired girl.
Oh it almost seemed like he was about to jump her.
“Calm down, Zanka…” you sweat dropped at their siblings-like antics.
“Ain’t no way yer lettin’ her off the hook, just ‘cause she’s yer lil’ girlfriend!”
“You’re the one, who’s falling for her teasing.”
“Those are rude remarks. Reminders that I definitely don’t need.”
“I mean yeah — I agree with Riyo though. It sucks to not see your partner…” you trailed off.
“Don’t take her side like this.”
“Naw, I love you too!” Riyo cupped your face and smooched your lips.
“I’m going to beat you guys.”
“Is this really what we get to see as soon as we enter?” Enjin spoke up, beside Rudo.
Another sweat drop rolled down your cheek as your eyes went back and forth between them and the bickering two, the back of your hand subconsciously wiping away the wet kiss.
“Pfft—” Zanka muffled his laughter.
“She did not!” Rudo gasped for the dramatic effect.
“[name], what was that for?” Riyo immediately asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“You’re signing up for another kiss.”
“I don’t mind though.”
“Get out.” Zanka didn’t hesitate to compose himself again.
“Where’s taffy?”
FU OROSTER.
WHY were you staring at him so intensely? Did he do something wrong? Even though he didn't do anything? Only sitting down across from you because you said so.
"D-Did I do something..?" he questioned quietly.
"No." your reply came immediately before pausing for a short second, "not really."
He could only sigh in relief for now. Until he straightened up again, mustering up his courage to know what your issue was. "Umm, what's wrong then..? If I can ask that is—!"
"Of course you can ask." your lips curled into a bright smile, "it's just pissing me off."
"Err— What's pissing you off?"
"You are."
"Oh."
Silence settled between the two of you as his body went as stiff as a board. "S-So I did something to annoy you..?" he stammered, sweaty hands grasping his pants tightly.
"I already said no." you huffed, "it's just that, you never do something on your own. I always have to command you or heavily imply that I want you to do something."
"Oh... I'm sorry—"
"Don't always say sorry." you fell into his word, "I don't need an apology without a change."
"I'm—" he broke off the sentence himself. "Well, what can I do...? To make you happy..."
"Shouldn't you know yourself?" you grumbled and leaned your cheek against your first, leg thrown over the other as you leaned back against the chair.
"I suppose I do..." he trailed off. "How mad are you?"
"Very mad. Furious even." you hummed and waited patiently for his next move. "Do something, Fu."
"Let me think..." he closed his eyes and sighed out, hands running through his hair to figure out.
"Time's a bomb."
"Don't be mad if I do it!"
"If you do it on your own without me saying anything, then sure."
His chair squeaked right behind him while he stood up, leaning forward over the table to kiss your lips swiftly. Almost too swift for such a sweet kiss.
And you? You were caught by surprise for once.
"—I'm sorry!" he didn't waste a second to apologise when he backed away again.
"No..." you trailed off, trying to blink away the surprise. "That was a change of heart."
"Really..?"
A bright smile formed on your face again as your hand run over your mouth — teasing him by wiping away his work. And it certainly upset him, only being able to watch with a frown.
"Let's go out."
"Sure..."
"You good?"
"I'm alright..." he was contemplating his life choices, he wasn't alright at all.
"You're so sweet, i'm sorry." you grasped his soft cheeks and planted a kiss against his forehead, letting his ears heat up.
You bedazzle and confuse him at the same time.
JABBER WONGER.
"GET your hands off it." your demand was clear and authoritative within the room, tension reaching another low as soon as those words came out of your mouth.
"Just tryna pet it! Something wrong with that?" Jabber immediately defended himself with a lazy grin.
"Clearly doesn't want to get pet." you stared at the dog, trembling underneath the shadow of his dirty hand.
"Naw, how would you know?" he didn't budge an inch, still staying in the crouched down position as before. "Are you relating? 'Cause you're like a dog? I kinda see the similarities—"
"It doesn't take someone smart to notice." you stared down at him from your standing position, arms crossed sternly. "But I doubt you would notice anything, considering your lack of brain cells..."
"Ya tryin' to ragebait me?" he titled his head.
A sigh escaped your lips, deciding to kneel down and pick up the dog yourself. "Hey! Finders keepers, that's my dog!" he didn't hesitate to whine, watching you stand up again.
"Jabber, you stink." you stared at the animal, "you always do. When was the last time you showered?"
"Very recently yo? Prolly like two weeks."
Silence filled the room, your hand staying at place on top the fur and your face converting into a grimace. "You smell like shit." you frowned and were about to step back — only for the male to hold onto your leg.
"Don't leave me, lovely~" he sung loudly, arms wrapping around your leg.
A shudder ran down your spine, quiet squeal leaving your mouth.
"Get away from me!"
"Only for sum kisses!"
His hand found itself behind your legs, right under your knee while he grasped your hand with the other — forcing you to fall down right beside him. "Come here." his face mouth was dangerously close to your face.
Too close. And it resulted into a kiss.
"—EW!" you cried out and rubbed the dirt off your face.
"If ya continue wiping away those kisses full of love, I'll rub myself against ya."
"Get away from me. I would rather hang out with goober than with you!"
You two are total opposites.
TAMSY CAINES.
PURE poison — his whole was probably the most problematic within the group. You just know, there's this uneasy feeling in your stomach that screams whenever you are near him.
He's unreasonably kind and calm, always staying rational in the most stressful situations, being able to keep a cool head. And everyone seems to like him because of his nature.
But something is definitely off with him, especially the way he stares at you and watches you. Every move, every blink? Probably noted down in his sick little mind.
You grew to dislike him a ton — although not being able to reason why and where it was coming from. He's just, cunning and hides some things too well. Something, behind that face and those scars.
"Ever since Rudo joined, he's been a little weird." you murmured under your breath, eyes set on the plate.
"Who?" Neri questioned and stabbed the sausage before eating it.
"I mean he's always been a little weird—"
"[name]..."
"—Like even before Rudo was here. Can you believe it?" you shrugged your shoulders, "but now—"
"[name]."
"Can you not interrupt me...? Going back to topic... Something was added to his weirdness." you finished, finally meeting her blank expression.
And then realisation hit you.
"He's right behind me, isn't he..?" you whispered so quietly.
"Good afternoon, Neri and [name]." Tamsy greeted you and sat down right beside you, "may I ask what today's topic is?"
"You may not." you immediately answered without thinking, face heating up in embarrassment.
Shit talking right in front of his face?
"Is that so? I feel kind of left out..." he hummed and placed his plate of food next to yours, sitting a bit too close.
"Excuse me." Neri closed her eyes, trying to surpass a laughter by standing up and already making her way to somewhere else, "i'm getting a tea."
"So? Back to topic." Tamsy's gaze stays glued to you, a calm smile adorning his face.
"We were talking about Enjin." you lied and avoided eye contact.
"Really? But he's really admirable. Why would you ever talk so negatively of him?"
"Please..." you trailed off and slid a few centimetres away from him, hand on the chair.
"What's the problem?" he questioned in worry, grabbing your hand. "You're trembling ."
"It's a bit cold, don't you think so?" you smiled at the male, your hand in his hold.
"[name], you know. I feel a bit unwelcome around you." he sighed out, thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Do you perhaps... have a problem with me? Can we sort this out?"
"No what. I have nothing against you. In fact, I like all my colleagues 'cause y'all are pretty cool. I'm just a bit careful around everyone since I might be a little... weird. I don't want them to have the wrong impression of me."
"Really? That makes me happy." he smiled sweetly, pressing his lips carefully against your hand. "It would be my pleasure to be your friend."
"Sure." you replied dryly.
"If you would excuse me..." he stood up again, leaving his one plate with barely anything.
"Geez... That was weird..." you frowned and wiped the kiss away.
divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto
word count: 1.6k
synopsis: To Damian Wayne, this is just marriage. To his brothers this is a one way ticket to Arkham.
a/n: Damian's version to 'Til Death Do Us Apart is here! I think he's so far my favourite out of the series. I was watching The Addam's Family while writing this and he's so Gomez coded!
Damian Wayne had been stabbed twice, poisoned six times, almost lost a finger, and very nearly attacked by a Caspian cobra that had mysteriously appeared in his closet—though, in the end, he simply adopted the serpent and named it Caspian.
He wasn’t upset about any of it.
In fact, he was starting to consider it foreplay.
Most people wouldn’t interpret a tripwire on the staircase or a gas-emitting bookshelf as romantic gestures. But Damian was not most people.
You were, after all, an assassin—one of the most lethal in the world, a Black Widow. And also, his wife. Which meant that affection came with a few… complications.
Like needing to sniff his tea before every sip.
That morning, he sat in the garden beneath the soft canopy of climbing vines, a leather-bound Persian manuscript resting in one hand, a delicate china teacup in the other. You floated into view like a vision, carrying a fresh tray of biscuits, teapot and a suspiciously serene smile that usually meant something was about to happen.
You refilled his cup with practiced grace, the scent of jasmine rising between you. He brought it to his lips, took one measured sip, then paused. His nostrils flared slightly. He sniffed again.
“Belladonna?” he asked, not looking up from the page.
You set the tray down, gently brushing crumbs off your fingers. “Only a trace.”
He hummed thoughtfully. “Too floral. It throws off the jasmine.” Another sip. “Next time, try aconite. It blends better.”
You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Noted.”
Your attempts came and went like the seasons—some subtle, some so absurdly theatrical it was almost comical. Once, you’d rigged the library’s fireplace to release a sleeping gas if the wrong book was pulled from the shelf. You knew Damian would figure it out. And he did—of course he did—though he was a little smug about it.
He crouched by the hearth with a small, curved blade in hand, dismantling the delicate mechanism with an ease that irritated and impressed you in equal measure.
“I almost admire the mechanism,” he said dryly, flicking a piece loose and catching it mid-air. “You’re improving. The trigger delay was clever.” He glanced over his shoulder, eyes glinting. “You’ll have to try harder next time.”
And you had.
The following week, you’d set a spring-loaded dart trap just outside the hallway near the greenhouse—timed perfectly to his morning routine, right as he turned the corner, casually eating an apple.
The dart whistled through the air.
Damian shifted to the left without so much as blinking. The dart missed him entirely—only to pierce straight through the apple and embed it into the wall with a soft thunk.
He stared at it for a moment. Then calmly walked over, plucked the dart free, and retrieved the apple.
“You’re getting lazy,” he remarked, holding the dart up to the light, examining its make. “This one’s off-balance. It veered left.”
“Maybe I just wanted to nick you,” you said breezily as you strolled past, lips twitching into a grin. “You did mention needing to work on your reflexes.”
He chuckled under his breath, biting into what remained of his apple.
“How considerate, beloved,” he muttered.
But then came that Sunday afternoon.
Damian’s brothers had come over—against his better judgment—for what they claimed would be a “simple brotherly brunch.”
Within minutes, he regretted opening the door.
His home was louder than usual, filled with overlapping voices, the clatter of silverware, and the relentless stream of bickering that passed for affection in the Wayne family. The pancakes were drowned in ungodly amounts of syrup. Someone had opened a bottle of orange juice with their teeth.
And worst of all? Someone—he still didn’t know who—had touched his katana display. There were smudges. Smudges. Left on the usually pristine, sparkling glass. He said nothing. But he made a mental note to run a full scan later and find out exactly which one of those imbeciles had committed the crime.
He had just excused himself to fetch something from the west wing and only made it half way across the dining room when it happened.
A soft click.
He froze mid-step. Looked down.
A pressure plate.
From his seat, Jason glanced up, a fork halfway to his mouth. “What was that?”
The ceiling above them shifted with an ominous creak.
And then—whoosh.
A pendulum blade, polished to a mirror shine, dropped from the rafters and arced through the air like something straight out of the Addam’s family. It missed Damian by less than an inch as he pivoted smoothly to the side, ducking in one seamless motion. The blade swung past with a rush of air, that ruffled his hair.
The others froze mid-bite, forks suspended in the air, expressions shifting from confusion to outright horror.
Before anyone could react, another panel hissed open—this time along the wall. A rapid click—shhhk echoed through the room as sleek, retractable knives launched from hidden compartments, hurling straight toward Damian.
He moved like water—graceful and effortless—spinning out of the way, one hand casually snatching a blade mid-air. While another knife sliced cleanly through the fabric of his sleeve, but didn’t touch skin.
He exhaled, long and put-upon.
“Again with the ceiling blades,” he muttered.
The others, however, were not so composed.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” Jason barked, nearly flipping his plate as he bolted upright.
Dick stood, wide-eyed, gaze darting to the now-settling blades embedded in the wall. “Are you okay?! What the hell just happened?!”
Tim was already pulling out a compact scanner from his pocket, frantically scanning the room. “Is the house booby-trapped?! Did someone breach the security grid?! Is there an intruder?”
Damian remained exactly where he was, unbothered, as he studied the captured blade that was held delicately between his fingers.
“No intruder,” he said annoyed at the clear overreactions. “This was my wife’s work.”
All three stared at him in horror.
Tim blinked. “Your wife just tried to impale you,” he said slowly, carefully, as if explaining a basic law of physics to someone who should’ve known better.
Damian hummed to himself, turning the blade between his fingers, letting the light catch the polished steel. “She’s improving,” he remarked. “These ones actually had decent balance.”
Jason just stared. “Why the fuck are you so calm?” he snapped. “SHE JUST TRIED TO KILL YOU.”
Damian let out a slow sigh, clearly irritated by the dramatics. “She didn’t try to kill me,” he said, as if the distinction was obvious. “If she wanted me dead, I would be.”
“Damian,” Dick said, cautiously, as if speaking to a feral animal.
“She’s just being affectionate.”
Tim blinked. “That’s not affection, that’s—”
“It’s her love language,” Damian interrupted, stepping around the still-swinging blade without a flinch. “She’s very dedicated to making sure I'm aware of her love.”
Dick looked like he was about to pass out. “You’re telling me this happens regularly?”
Damian shrugged. “You’re just upset no one’s ever loved you that much.”
Moments later, you strolled in, utterly unbothered. Silk robe tied neatly at the waist, not a single hair out of place. In one hand, a steaming cup of coffee. On your lips, a soft, pleasant smile that nearly made it hard to believe you were the architect of the carnage around the room.
“Good morning,” you greeted cheerfully, leaning in to press a kiss to Damian’s cheek before casually glancing at the embedded blades. “Did the new blade wall trigger too soon?”
Damian nodded as he tucked you to his side. “Off by two seconds. Adjust the fuse delay.”
You let out a quiet sigh. “Noted.”
Your gaze shifted to the blade still turning slowly from the ceiling. You tilted your head. “Is that one still rotating? I meant to fix the alignment—it’s drifting too far left.”
“I told you to aim for a clean ninety-degree arc,” Damian added, glancing down at you. “You’re losing power on the backswing.”
You made a soft, thoughtful noise. “I was worried about overcompensating.”
“Next time,” he said, without missing a beat, “use a counterweight.”
Jason looked at Dick. Dick looked at Tim. Tim looked like he was ready to drag you both to Arkham and check you two in under a shared room. The three of them turned back in unison, staring at the two of you standing there—utterly calm and composed, as if you were discussing home décor and not lethal traps embedded into the manor’s infrastructure.
Jason blinked. “You’re two are joking, right?”
“Of course not,” Damian replied coolly, taking the coffee cup from your hand with ease and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “We’re a team. I only wish the best for my beloved.”
“I don’t think the feeling is mutual,” Tim muttered under his breath.
Damian rolled his eyes and took a slow sip of the coffee. He paused, considered the taste, then added matter-of-factly, “This is poisoned, isn’t it?”
You tilted your head, smiling sweetly. “Just a touch of cyanide.”
He took another sip, unfazed. “The coffee was already bitter. This just makes it more obvious. Try strychnine next time—it’s cleaner.”
You giggled and kissed his cheek again. “You’re so picky, darling.”
Dick stared at the two of you, eyes wide, colour slowly draining from his face. “I—I think he’s going to die.”
“No,” Damian said simply, sliding an arm around your waist as the two of you turned and began walking away—utterly unfazed by the blades, the scorched wall, or the stunned expressions behind you. “We made vows, Grayson. I promised to love her, cherish her—and survive her.” He glanced over his shoulder. “This is just the life of marriage.”
And for Damian Wayne, it was everything he could have ever asked for.
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