「 MCU 」 𓂃 ★ peter parker guesses the flavor of your chapstick . ★ genre / themes 𓂃 kissing ˶ fluff ˶ established rs ˶ drabble ˶ sfw .
peter is currently horizontal on your bed, which is a position he finds himself in more often than he’d like to admit these days. one of your pillows is half under his head, the other is being slowly crushed under his shoulder, and you’re sitting cross-legged beside him with that little tube of chapstick still in your hand, ensuring that the label is covered by two of your fingers.
“guess the flavour,” you’d said, like it was some big challenge and not just a flimsy excuse to get his mouth on yours.
he’s already on his third try.
he leans up, catches the back of your neck with one hand, and kisses you slow. not the polite kind of kiss. nah, he’s past that. it’s the kind where he licks across the seam of your lips first, tastes the sweetness of the flavor there, then does it again because he’s above pretending he doesn’t want to. your mouth opens under his and he takes the invitation, tongue dragging lightly over your bottom lip before he deepens it. he stays there longer than necessary, just feeling the way you melt a little more against him with each kiss.
when he finally pulls back it’s only far enough to murmur against your mouth.
“…strawberry?”
you huff a laugh. “wrong.”
he knows. he knew the second he tasted it. it’s not strawberry. but admitting that would end the game, and peter is many things but he is not a man who willingly ends a good thing early.
so he goes for it again.
this time he doesn’t even pretend to be efficient about it. he tilts your chin, licks into the corner of your mouth, traces the soft curve of your upper lip with the tip of his tongue like he’s mapping it. the chapstick is still there, faintly sweet and a little sticky, and he chases it until you’re making that quiet sound in the back of your throat that always does something stupid to his heart (dick). he kisses you properly after that, deep and unhurried, one hand sliding up into your hair just so he can keep you close a second longer.
when your lips break apart this time his voice is just a tiny rougher. kissing you doesn’t come without side effects after all.
“cherry?”
“peter.”
“what? it’s a fair guess.”
you’re smiling that soft, knowing smile that means you’ve already clocked exactly what he’s doing. he doesn’t care. he leans in for a fifth time before you can call him on it, licking over your lips again but it’s a bit slower this time, like he’s making an effort (no, he’s not). the flavour is something warm and a little tropical, maybe mango, maybe something else entirely, but the exact answer is less important than the way your breath hitches when his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip once more and his teeth dig in just a little bit, tugging as he pulls back.
when he does, it’s just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“coconut?”
you laugh under your breath, the sound warm against his mouth. “you’re so doing this on purpose.”
“nu uh. i am not,” he lies, already leaning in again with that stupid smile on his face. the one you love oh so very much. “scientific method. gotta be thorough.”
his next kiss is even less subtle. he licks into your mouth properly this time, slow and deliberate, tasting the last traces of the chapstick like it’s the only thing that matters. one of his hands finds your waist, thumb stroking idle circles over the soft fabric of your shirt. he leans you back into the bed so you’re on your back and he’s only slightly above you. his hand moves further into the back of your head, fingers only lightly gripping the hair there. he doesn’t pull away until his lungs start complaining, and even then he only goes far enough to brush another soft lick across your lower lip.
“…passionfruit?”
you’re laughing properly now, pushing lightly at his chest even as you lean into him. “it’s mango. you suck at this game.”
peter makes a thoughtful noise, like he’s considering the data. then he leans down anyway, already angling for another kiss.
“huh. weird. i think i need one more sample just to be sure.”
thought of this concept while i was applying my mango chapstick earlier LMAO
Thinking about applying sunscreen on Jason Todd's scars.
The first time you did it, it was almost an unconscious action. Simply, after applying sunscreen all over his back, you moved over to his scars, carefully tracing them with your featherlight touch.
The contact made his breath hitcht, which made you immediately stop, worried you had crossed a boundary.
"I'm sorry, Jay," you mumbled, quickly moving your hands away from his body.
You knew how he felt about them, especially the one on his chest, so the feeling of his muscles tensing underneath your fingers made you internally cringe, almost as if you had managed to reopen his old battle scars with just your touch.
A moment went by, during which you nervously held your breath, until Jason wrapped his hand around your wrist, tentatively placing your fingers back where they had been just a few seconds ago.
"It's nothing," he whispered, his voice coarse, trying to downplay his own feeling. "I wasn't expecting that, that's all..."
His words made something inside you break. You know how he feels about himself — you're painfully aware of that. He often confronted you about how he sometimes feels like a monster, and how he doesn't deserve you. Every time you would reasure him, telling him how much you love him and that you're not going anywhere. Still, his wounds run deeper than the surface of his body, and the faded scars on his skin serve as a reminder of that.
A soft smile broke on your face, and this time, instead of retreating, you leaned into his body. After squeezing some more sunscreen on the palm of your hand, you began tracing each scar, casually leaving behind some soft kisses as well.
"I love taking care of you, Jay. Every part of you. And that includes your scars."
After that confession, this became an habit for the two of you. Every time you go to the beach, or simply to the pool back at the Manor, you fall back into this rehearsed routine.
Jason makes sure to apply sunscreen all over your body — more often than not using it as an opportunity to get handsy — and then, after, doing the same, you start applying it on all of his scars, talking about how sensitive the skin is in those areas and how he has to be more careful.
The first few times, Jason had a hard time getting used to it. But by now, he secretly longs for these moments, loving the intimacy of the exchange.
A/N: I crave casual intimacy with this man specifically.
The party was loud, students filled the fraternity, pushing up against each other as they danced to the music.
Sukuna lounged in a lawn chair outside, a beer bottle sat forgotten on the table. Gojo sat on the other side of the table, nursing some kind of fruity non-alcoholic beverage. Honestly, Sukuna would rather be anywhere but here — no, not anywhere. He would rather be with you, in your dorm, watching some crappy movie you picked out in your bed together.
“So…” Gojo began, flashing a grin at Sukuna, “You still with that girl?” A rough grunt rumbles in his chest, he hesitates for a moment before answering, “Obviously.”
Gojo laughs obnoxiously, “Seriously? You’re committed to this, man.” Sukuna reaches over, chugging the last of the now warm beer before answering. “Yeah, that’s the point. Isn’t it?”
There’s a foul taste in his mouth, though. Not from the alcohol, or the weed, or the crappy food Toji brought but the lies that seemed to roll off his tongue effortlessly.
“You’re taking this little bet quite seriously,” Gojo leaned back, casting a cocky grin over to Sukuna. His grip tightened around the bottle, “Don’t call her that.” The other man’s eyes widened slightly, bright blues shining from behind the tinted frame of his sunglasses. “Relax, it’s not like she’s anything serious.” Sukuna’s free hand balls into a fist, his nails dig into his palm as he grumbles, “Shut up.”
Gojo cocks a brow, smile faltering slightly at the other man’s words. “Don’t tell me pussy’s got you fucked up,” he jeers. It takes all of Sukuna’s strength not to crack his fist into Gojo’s face in that moment. Instead, he exhales through his nose and tries to ignore the taunts.
Truth be told, Sukuna had agreed to a bet. A bet to see how long he could last with you before breaking things off. You weren’t the most popular student at the college, in fact, Sukuna doesn’t remember a time when you actually hung out with anyone besides himself or that other nerdy friend of yours.
The frat brothers had decided you would be the next best target for their little games, offering Sukuna a shit ton of money for every month he stayed with you.
At first, he thought it would be easy. Sure you were pretty, funny, and kind but there wasn’t much else to you. Until he really started to get to know you. Sukuna found out just how brilliant you were, how smart and witty you are with your comebacks, and how you collect random trinkets that actually have a strangely poetic backstory.
Each day he spent with you revealed more and more about your personality and Sukuna realised that he had begun to fall for you. Not in the puppy crush way, but in a way that had his heart tightening every time he looked into your eyes. He remembers vividly how enthusiastic you were about some old ceramic ornaments you had found at the thrift store. His heart flipped in his chest at the way you rambled on and on about the vintage look and how perfect they would look in your dorm.
Dating you was the exact opposite of what he had thought it would be. Sukuna found himself enjoying the calmer parts of life, something he believed he hadn’t done since he was a child.
He recalls the time when the two of you had entered a strangely competitive game of Monopoly, how avid you had been about buying the entire row of squares.
“Ryo you suck at this,” you had teased, chucking the dice at him. Sukuna rolled his eyes, throwing the dice onto the board with more force than necessary. “Yeah? Didn’t know you had to have any skill to play this stupid game,” he retorted. Gasping in mock offence you bring your hand to your chest, “Uh of course you do. It takes strategy to win.” You giggled at his frustrated expression when his piece landed in jail for the third time this round. Despite his angry demeanour, Sukuna would take this over parties any day.
You seemed to understand him in ways no one else did.
He remembers when he got that fine, it had fucked up his day, after all reviving an extortionate fine was no dream of any college student. Though his demeanour remained cold you continued to try and make his day jusy a little bit brighter.
“Hey?” You had stopped by his last lecture, swaying back and forth on your toes as you spoke. “Hey.” He replied curtly, it wasn’t intentional but he was frankly fed up with everyone that day. “So…” you continued, “I picked up some of that meat you liked from the butchers, I was thinking we could cook something and have a later dinner if you wanted?”
Something twisted in Sukuna’s chest, something soft and fuzzy. He knew how much you hated that place, you claimed that the vibe was too “eerie.”
Had you really gone out of your way for him?
He asks one of the pledges to fetch him another drink and downs it in seconds. Gojo snickers behind his hand, “Stressed are we?” Sukuna scowls, standing up from the chair so quickly that it tipped over. “Where you off to? Taking your stress out on her or what?” He asks crudely before bursting into a fit of giggles. Sukuna huffs out an incoherent response, swaying lightly as he makes his way back into the frat house.
Picking up an extra beer or two he calls you.
You pick up on the third ring, “Ryo! Are you alright? Having fun?” He mumbles something about being too overwhelmed and needing to lie down.
“Can I come over? I can walk.”
By the time he reaches your dorm, it’s well into the night — it’d make more sense to say early morning, really. Immediately Sukuna flops into your bed despite your protests for him to change. “You reek of weed and cheap beer!”
“It wasn’t cheap,” he grumbles.
The alcohol begins to hit him, his brain goes fuzzy as he slips into a drunken headspace. He tugs you into bed with him, pulling you down onto his chest and wrapping his thick arms around you. Sukuna leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then another, and another until you’re giggling in his arms.
“So pretty…” he mumbles hoarsely. You laugh softly, brushing his pink hair away from his forehead, “You’re so drunk.” Shaking his head he disagrees, “Nah, just like the view, s’all,” he slurs with an almost dopey smile.
Leaning in, you tenderly kiss him, moving your lips slowly against his own. The taste of alcohol lingers on his lips, mixed with the salt from his skin.
He smiles against your lips, “I’d stay with you forever, y’know that?”
You feel your heart skip a beat at his confession. “Yeah? You like me that much?”
“Mhm,” he agrees, head falling back against your pillows as he fights sleep. “Even if they stop paying me.”
The air suddenly felt thinner, as if the oxygen around you was immediately sucked out of the room when the words left his mouth. A second of silence passed while you stared at him. “… What?”
He hums absentmindedly, pressing lazy kisses along your jaw whilst his hands trail up your back. “You’re more interesting than they said you were…” his words begin to slur together. “You’re s’cute it makes me dizzy sometimes,” he admits quietly, running his calloused hand down your spine.
You barely register his words, your head spins, still stuck on his confession.
Paying him? What did that even mean?
“Gojo asked if I was still with you today,” he reminisces. “He doesn’t know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, paid or not.”
You cup his cheek, forcing his cloudy eyes to meet yours, “Ryomen, what are you talking about?” His brows pinch together momentarily before his entire face relaxes and his eyes begin to flutter shut. “You’re weird as shit… but I like that about you,” he yawns sleepily. “Maybe that’s why they chose you.” Your heart is beating a mile a minute, threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment. What on earth was he saying?
You can’t even force the words out of your mouth, your throat is dry and you can’t seem to breathe in.
“M’tired,” he murmurs and within seconds his breathing evens out. The room falls deathly silent, the only sounds being Sukuna’s soft breathing and your own frantic breathes.
you're out with jason todd, either decided to go to the mall or out for a walk together, and the moment you walk past a bookstore you notice his gaze automatically locking on the books on display and his steps slowing down to better inspect them, trying to be subtle about it but accidentally tugging on your hand that he was holding in his by doing so. noticing his obvious interest, you suggest going in.
you stand next to him while he browses the books once inside the store, attentively staring at them and walking very slowly—if anything at all. you also pick up certain books that catch your attention or focus on specific sections that you like, but he seems to intend to check every aisle on the store.
you see his eyes widening as he goes "oh, look what they have" and picks up a book, with a smile showing on his face. he inspects the cover and the back of the book and goes through the pages a few times before turning to you. he tells you about how he's been meaning to read it, what he knows about the book and why he thinks it's interesting, that he's familiar with the author and loves their work and also explains why it is that he likes it so much. he looks adorable rambling to you, his face lighting up as he remembers the details and gesturing with his hands while he explains them to you, it's like all he cares about is talking to you about it rather than the book itself.
it's the same as he keeps going through the rest of the books. he tells you about the books he's read and liked the most and what makes them so good, facts about the making of certain book that he finds interesting, why he hates a specific book or how certain saga fell off after certain book. he makes two steps, stops, picks up a book, remembers all the things he has to tell you about it, keeps walking and then does it again. he gets excited when he sees a new edition of a book he's never seen before or one that he's been looking for, and tells you about the one he owns or which other one he'd like to buy. he picks up a book with a silly drawing on the cover, laughs at it and then he's immediately turning it to you so you can see it and laugh too before putting it back where he found it.
everything that catches his attention at the store, he just has to let you know about. he doesn't need to do it, he could be silent while going through the books, he doesn't have to tell you about his decision to buy certain book or not to, or to tell you anecdotes that seeing a specific book reminded him of, but he'd been meaning to talk about these things with someone, he'd been waiting for the opportunity to show up and it finally has now that he's found someone he trusts enough to tell all these silly things to.
at certain point you stopped paying too much attention to the books for yourself, conforming with walking behind jason and listening to what he has to say instead, but then you hear him saying "look, they have the book you wanted to get", holding it up for you with a soft smile on his face. it seems like the whole time you spent at the bookstore was just a constant reminder of what makes you love jason so much.
you end up walking out of the store with a new book for you, two more for jason and too many feelings for the man who randomly decided to open up to you on a bookstore.
𝜗ৎ this was one of those works that reminds me i don’t actually know english omg i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes,, also i know this probably sucks bc it’s pretty vague so sorry about that too lol
he wanted to propose you in the best way possible. he wanted to make it the best moment of your entire life, those type of moments old couples reminisce about in nursing homes when they’re on the verge of death.
was he rushing up things too fast? you two have been dating for only one and half a year, wasn’t it too early to propose already? what if you didn’t feel ready for it?
he couldn’t help it. the amount of times he’d woken up in the morning with your sleeping body next to his and wished he could experience that for the rest of his life were countless. everytime you’d smile at him, laugh, crack a joke, cry into his arms, hug him, moan his name into his ear, you’d make him wish for more.
his plan was simple: take you out for dinner, try to not ruin the mood with one of his usual unfunny jokes, then walk you to rikugien garden, stop under a colored tree illuminated by the warm lights, recite a speech he’s been trying to memorize word-by-word for a week about how meeting you was the best thing that could have happened to him. then finally take out the small velvet box out of his pocket, get on one knee and pronounce the fateful question.
“will you marry me?”
he frowned at himself at the mirror, he looked so pathetic. clearing his throat and putting on a not-so-natural smile, he gave himself another try.
“marry me, please?”
he remained stiff silent for a moment, as if looking at himself for a bit more would have given him some hope. he groaned, tucking the ring back into his pocket and getting ready for his day at work.
the whole tokyo jujutsu high was involved into his plan. he tormented nanami so much for weeks to suggest him a place for the proposal that the man got fed up and stopped talking to him. but he eventually gave up on the silent treatment after satoru began to bother him more. he recommended a place where he was sure you could find some peace after spending the whole night hearing satoru’s voice.
the ring was the most difficult part of it all. if it were up to him, he would have bought you the most expensive and shiniest diamond ring he could find, so that everyone would have stopped you on the street to compliment you about it and about how rich your boyfriend must have been.
but then he remembered that it would have probably been too much. your taste was simple, you’d told him multiple times that you didn’t need expensive and big gifts for your birthday or for any other holiday. you were able to enjoy the smallest things, that’s why he was madly in love with you.
so what could be better than asking a woman herself for help?
his first thought was shoko, but she immediately made it clear that she didn’t want to be involved in any of it. she knew she wouldn’t have heard the end of him if you happened to not like the ring. god, he even had the courage to ask utahime and mei mei for a help.
“remember” nobara had told him “no matter how big the ring is, how expensive it is, how colorful it is, she’s gonna show it to the whole world. her mother, her father, her grandmother, her great-grandmother. her best friends, her ex, your ex, her neighbor, the cat’s neighbor…basically to everyone. so it better be a kick ass ring”
it took him a whole week to find the perfect one. he was sure he had visited every jewelry shop in the city in search for it. the sweet, old lady from behind the counter helped him through his decision. “look for something you think she could see herself wearing 20 years from now,” she had said.
“…if she doesn’t ask for divorce first” satoru had frowned and let out a gasp at that. the thought itself made him shiver.
the big day was here and satoru has never felt so anxious before. how could him, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in history, be so afraid of a yes-or-no answer?
everyone noticed it. his students noticed how he wasn’t shooting energy and happiness from all pores like usual, shoko noticed how he hadn’t come up to disturb her during her cigarette break like any other day, and nanami was seriously so concerned when satoru didn’t walked into his studio and talked about you for an hour straight to the point he had asked him if he was sick.
hours went by, until evening finally came.
he put on his best outfit, spraying the headiest perfume he had just to be able to surprise you, fixed his hair and brushed his teeth more than two times just to be 100% sure his breath wouldn’t have smelled if you tried to kiss him.
dinner was wonderful. he took you to the restaurant where you had your first date and multiple others followed. he knew how much you liked the food there.
you kept smiling and laughing at his jokes from across the table the whole time, and satoru managed to show off his usual smug demeanor, hiding the fact that he kept checking his right pocket every ten minutes to make sure that the ring was still there and hadn’t magically vanished.
he was unusually quiet during the walk to rikugien garden. and much to his great displeasure, you noticed it. his hand was sweaty against yours, he kept fixing the collar of his dress shirt and his gaze was always directed away from you.
“everything’s alright, ‘toru?” you asked, giving his hand a soft squeeze.
he was fucked.
“yeah—i just…” he cleared his throat “just thinking about something that happened at school today”. he didn’t know how to cover himself.
“what it is about? you know i’m always here for you” you grabbed the side of his face, turning it gently towards you and giving him a reassuring smile. letting out a nervous laugh, he replied “it’s not important, don’t worry”. thankfully, it was enough to make you switch topics.
you both eventually reached rikugien garden, and satoru found himself getting hypnotized by your reaction at the beautiful atmosphere and nature. your eyes glimmered under the lights everytime you looked up, your smile shone now more than ever.
your steps came to an halt when you reached a bridge, looking out from it to admire how the light reflected on the river underneath. it was beautiful.
satoru knew it was the right moment.
he felt ready, even though his mind suddenly wiped off half of the romantic and emotional speech he had been learning with yuji for a whole week out of his memory. fuck.
“the view is nice” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist “isn’t it, love?”. he was trying his best to sound as natural as possible.
“it’s amazing” you smiled to him, resting your head on his shoulder “thanks for taking me here”
“we should come here more often” you added.
“i’ll take you here every time you’ll ask me to,” he tightened the grip around you “even in five, ten, or twenty years from now. even when we’ll be both old and grumpy and barely being able to walk”
you snorted at that sentence, your soft giggles filling the air and giving him some relief from his nervousness.
“even when we’ll have three hyperactive kids to take care of”
“wait, what?” you immediately cut him off, raising a brow. satoru firmly believed his heart stopped beating for a second.
“shit—too much? then only two hyperactive kids”
“let’s just say none for the moment, ‘toru” you chuckled.
he took a deep, defeating breath. redirecting his gaze back to the water in front of you, he started speaking again.
“the truth is, i can’t imagine a future where you’re not in it” he admitted, the words running out of his mouth easier now.
you blinked, turning to him.
“meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened in my life,” he didn’t dare to look at you “…after discovering kikufuku mochi for the first time, of course”
you laughed, really laughed. the kind of laugh that made him weak.
“no one has ever managed to make me feel so madly in love with someone the way you do. the whole world just stops spinning when i have you by my side”
you could feel your eyes starting to water. satoru has always been the type of guy to compliment you countless times in the span of 5 minutes, but this was on another level.
he finally glanced at you. his thumb lifted to your cheek, caressing it gently. then he leaned closer until his lips pressed a careful kiss on yours, afraid you’d might break if he was too rough with it.
his free hand eventually reached his pocket, adverting your eyes following its movements. when he lowered down to one knee, that’s when your tears began to flow freely down your face.
he cleared his throat, hands trembling slightly. “i know this might seem like a hasty decision, but—“
the velvet box opened. his eyes remained locked onto yours.
“y/n, will you marry me?”
you stayed silent. your heart was racing and no words could come out of your mouth to describe your feelings in that moment. satoru’s nervously waited, eyes inspecting your whole face for a hint of the answer.
then your head moved in a tiny nod. another one followed, more certain, then another one until your head didn’t stop moving and a bright smile appeared on you.
satoru’s face immediately lit up “is that a yes?” he asked excitedly, and when you responded with another nod he jumped in joy and lifted you up effortlessly.
he started spinning you around, happiness finally flowing through his veins. you were gripping onto him and giggling, before you grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him lovingly.
but before he could shove the ring back into his pocket and kiss you back, the box flew from his grasp.
you both froze, watching the ring whirl to the end of the bridge and fall into the river with a soft plop!
satoru wanted to die on the spot. he couldn’t believe what the fuck had just happened.
“don’t worry, ‘toru” you shifted his attention back to you “we can buy another one” giving him a peck on the cheekbone.
Jason Todd is a sweetheart when you're drunk, but a complete mess when he is.
Whenever you decide to let loose a bit, whether to only get tipsy or just get smashed drunk, because the drinks were fruity and tasty--Jason is there. He will pick you up from wherever you went out to, or just help you back home if you attended a party together. He carries your heels for you and has you draped over his shoulder. You never have to worry about waking up with your makeup smudged all over the pillows, because he learned how to take it off for you. He puts you to bed, changes you into the most comfortable pyjamas you own and sits on the edge of the bed with makeup wipes or cotton pads soaked with micellar water. He even puts on some of that moisturiser you love so much.
Then he prepares the nightstand for the morning after: fills up your water bottle and adds ice, has painkillers on the go, a big bowl just in case you need it. And then he joins you in bed and cuddles you until you pass out, listening to your mumbles about how perfect he is and how much everything is spinning, and how you're never drinking again. He's absolutely holding your hair back in the bathroom, rubbing your back and carries you around if you're dead on your feet.
Drunk Jason however...
Oh that boy is a mess. He doesn't get drunk often, mind you. He needs to be alert all the time and it's just hard to let go. But if you reassure him hundreds of times that it's okay to have some fun once in a while, you make a mental note to never do it again. Drunk Jason is clingy, messy and absolutely adorable. You can barely bring the big guy home, but once you do, he's sprawled on the bed like a starfish. Groaning about his head, whining that he loves you so much. If you manage to get him ready for bed, which takes much longer than you'd like to admit, he's all over you. His hands are caressing you, his face is smushed between your breasts.
Can't forget about the drunken sex.
You try to explain to your endearing boyfriend that he's out of it and sex can wait, but he will just whine more. You can't help, but chuckle, before his lips are messily moving against yours and his hips are rutting into you clumsily. For half of it, Jason doesn't even realise he's not inside you. He's just grinding his cock against you like a needy puppy, but you let him. He's a whimpering mess, mumbling I love you's and you're so perfect all the time, until the pressure is too much. He cums so quickly when drunk and it's messy, adding another fifteen minutes to clean him and yourself up. You watch over him when he's passed out, already preparing for his hangover tomorrow morning.
satoru gojo who absolutely needs to hug you at every point in the day and he does it so often that by now it’s instinct
it’s to the point where it gets annoying for you because you can’t do anything or even just exist around him without him trying to hold you in his arms
ᰍ i’ve noticed a large amount of fics with the ‘jason hides his girl from the batfamily and gets caught’ trope and this is my contribution. also new writing format bc i wanted to try something different!! ALSO i’m sorry to the requests i haven’t gotten to, i will <3 i just wanted to flex my writing muscles a bit. it’s been a while.
It’s late, right around the time Jason gets ready for patrol and right around the time you head to bed— a comfortable, familiar routine.
Until you hear a knock at the door.
Before you’ve even entertained the thought of heading to answer the door, Jason calls from your shared room.
“I got it.”
He was always super sensitive about you answering the door, going out by yourself, basically anything that could potentially put you in danger, he didn’t like.
“I can’t keep them waiting all night!” You call back, half-joking as you unlock the deadbolt and pull open the door to see an unfamiliar face. Albeit a friendly one.
No crime lord from what you can tell. No vigilante. No superhero. He’s in normal, everyday clothes. Possibly the most harmless person you’ve seen at your doorstep.
“Hi,” you beam up at the raven-haired man. “Can I help—“
You’ve barely gotten out your sentence before Jason’s there, face pulled into an expression that screams bad mood.
And the person at your door is unperturbed by it.
Not even when Jason practically inserts himself between you and the door, arm wrapping around your waist and yanking you against his chest, the sudden movement making you squeak in surprise.
“The hell are you doing here?” Jason grits, tone pure gravel.
Your guest’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes flicking from Jason’s death grip on your waist to your face, then back to his adoptive brother.
“… oh,” your guest says, far too cheerfully. Jason’s arm tightens around you, the annoyance rolling off him.
“So this is why you’ve been MIA.”
Jason’s eyes narrow. “Leave.”
But your guest steam rolls him.
“You must be—“ he’s all smiles as he looks directly to you.
“Don’t talk to her. Get lost.” Jason cuts him off, and you can feel the tension rising quick.
This time, you step in, hand going to Jason’s chest.
“Whoa, it’s okay!” You reassure, desperately trying to de-escalate before someone ends up hurt. Or dead.
Your guest’s head tilts, gesturing to you without breaking eye contact with Jason. “See? She’s nice. You’re being weird.”
And apparently because this person has a death wish, he turns to you again, giving you his full attention.
“Sorry about him. I’m Dick. I’m his brother… it’s complicated.”
Jason, however, is seconds away from losing all patience. He makes a low, warning sound, your advice from before quickly forgotten about.
“I said don’t talk to her.”
You can feel just how tense he is behind you, heart thumping hard against your back. You quickly realize he’s not just grumpy or sliding into overprotective tendencies. He’s actually spun up about Dick showing up, whoever he was.
And now you’re feeling guilt for having ignored Jason’s statement about being the one to get the door earlier. All of this could’ve been prevented if you’d just sat back.
Dick ignores the warning completely and keeps talking to you gently and curiously. “Has he even told you about us? The rest of the family?”
Jason shifts again, fully pushing you gently behind him, leaving you to stare at his back. “Don’t do this right now.”
Dick is relentless as he peeks over Jason’s shoulder at you, endlessly curious and apparently has a penchant for pissing off his relatives.
“You’re allowed to talk to me, he’s just dramatic.”
You’re left to stand there awkwardly, the calm atmosphere from before quickly dissolving into palpable tension. How Dick is so immune to it is beyond you.
With his hand on the door frame, seconds away from slamming it in Dick’s face, he looks over his shoulder at you, expression softening when he meets your eyes.
“Baby,” he says under his breath, anger simmering underneath. “Please go in the other room.”
Anything to get away from this, from whatever argument — or worse — is about to break out, you backpedal one step, offering a shaky smile to Dick.
“Maybe another time,” you offer, though you’re not sure another time will ever come at this point. “Bye!”
You turn, power-walking to the darkness of your shared bedroom, closing the door with an almost inaudible click. And as much as you know you shouldn’t, you press your ear to the wood, anxious to hear how this’ll end.
of waiting to be consumed by you
ridiculously attractive things they do
including | dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne & roy harper
playing | the first taste- fiona apple
dick grayson- constantly shirtless
Somehow, he always finds an opportunity to take his shirt off whenever possible. He doesn’t do it to stroke his ego by showing his muscles and tan skin (well, maybe he wants to show off a little), but he just overheats way too easily, hence, removing the easiest thing he can get off his body.
It is definitely not uncommon to arrive at your apartment and find him just in sweatpants making dinner, or lounging around, or fixing his gear, or hanging out with his family. Matter of fact, everyone’s used to it already, so no one really bats an eye when Dick’s hands start to go towards the hem of his t-shirt.
He even has learnt tricks and some fancy ways to twirl his body around to make it sillier for those beside him, so at least they get a show of it. His favourite is a one-handed trick that left you completely flustered because he had one hand splayed on your waist while he pulled you to his chest, and with the other, he just took his shirt off with such ease that it almost made you stutter.
jason todd- casual dominance
He takes the lead everywhere he goes with such natural confidence that you just can’t help but ogle at him. There’s a fine line between being a gentleman and what he is, because the first one he considers basic common sense, but the latter is just how he has always been.
I’m talking about covering corners when you near one in the off chance you can get hurt, one hand always on your body when you’re outside, he doesn’t care if he’s holding your hand, you’re holding his arm or he places his in the small of your back. Replaces things for you before they run out, always assertive and direct with you in every context, he doesn’t play with you, ever.
Something he subconsciously started doing was speaking up in your place whenever you gave him “the look”, when everything is too much at the same time and you just want to go home but still have things to do. Ordering at a restaurant but you don’t really feel like talking? Consider it done. At a bookstore but you can’t find what you’re looking for? He’s asking the workers before you can finish your sentence. Jason often thinks he’s not the most incredible person ever, but he’ll always make sure to accommodate you to feel safe everywhere.
tim drake- pays attention
Tim stares A LOT, but not in a creep way, but rather in a “I’m trying to figure you out without you having to tell me” and he always guesses right. A slight change in your routine cannot go unnoticed if he’s nearby, and if he deems the situation appropriate, he’ll ask you about it, making sure everything’s okay.
“You have moved three times in 30 minutes since you sat down on the couch, is it that the cushions are too hard or that nasty fall on the staircases from Wednesday kicking your ass?” kinda observation. Very smooth with it too, since he doesn’t really bring things up until you find on your kitchen counter that one brand of tea you mentioned offhandedly months ago that your mom used to make you as a kid, and now you’re full-on sobbing because ??? how did he remember and where did he find them??
He likes paying attention to you, he finds comfort in being the one to know you best and learning what makes you be you. Long and deep conversations with each other is something you both cherish, but also knowing your body language, how you think and your passions makes him feel completely connected to you.
damian wayne- protective, not possessive
There’s something in the way Damian’s brain works that makes him want to protect intensely everything he loves, those being most of the time his family, the few material things the takes care of, and you. He doesn’t think of you as his or anyone’s for that matter, but that you and him belong together, and he isn’t shy when showing it.
This tendency of his is mostly shown because he cares, he cares so much that his family was confused at first because he’s usually grumpy and avoidant, but now, Damian clings to you the moments he’s with you. He often displays this as latching onto you and asking about you frequently, just enough to tread on the line between annoying and overbearing like “possessive insecure guys, which I’m clearly not” and protective and caring, always falling into the last category.
He likes when you go to him, doesn’t matter what for. A problem, a rant, a cuddle, or just his simple presence, he’s there for everything, holding onto them, protecting whatever you need him for.
roy harper- matches your freak
Roy’s up to do anything, he doesn’t really care if it’s embarrassing or loud, you tell him if he wants to do something and he’s up at 6 am the next day ready for it. You once confided in him that you felt a bit worried at times for being “too much” or “too weird” and even if he never thought of you like that, he spends every day proving that even if you feel that way, he’ll be by your side doing the same thing.
Tik tok trends, cringy dance moves in the kitchen, drunk confessions, not only he matches your freak, but he also corresponds it. Oh, you’re worried you talked a bit loud at the restaurant because you got too excited telling him the new game you’re playing? He’s screeching at the top of his lungs the next second because he thought he saw a bug, whoopsies.
It may feel incredibly silly to bystanders, but him being comfortable enough with you and himself to act that way is just to incredibly attractive that you even worry about yourself for finding that so hot. Meanwhile, Roy’s by your side with a Minecraft t-shirt waiting for you to come out of your thoughts to beat the ender dragon together.
kiss me (oneshot + requested)
suggestive, wally west
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one. two. three.
“hey—hey, slow down” wally— your best friend— reminded you as you quickly gulped your fourth shot, slight drops of vodka leaving the corner of your lips
you slam the glass down on the bartop, the sound practically muffled by the blasting music. a sharp exhale leaves your lips, feeling the alcohol burn down your throat but not doing its job. the curse of having a high alcohol tolerance
just what you needed today after catching your boyfriend in bed with another girl.
“wally its just… un fucking fair” you ran a hand through your hair with a sigh. “wasted my time with that dickhead for a year and a half, only to catch him with some bitch”
your sharp words made wally wince, as if you were talking about him. “okay, first of all” he said, taking the vodka bottle right before you were about to reach for it. “you’re allowed to be pissed. and second of all, you’re definitely not driving home”
“hey! walls, give it back! you know i can handle my alcohol”
“still didn’t stop you from vomiting on my clothes last week”
you didn’t even try to fight and instead, sighed deeply in defeat. you pressed your face against the cool bartop and folded your arms loosely beneath your head, trying to process everything that just happened
your boyfriend, on his bed with some naked girl. and you, now drinking your feelings away
you picked your head up and quickly wiped any forming tears in your eyes with a sniff, not daring to waste more of your time about him. “fuck him”
and wally couldn’t nod and agree any more. “yeah” he murmured, settling the bottle further to make sure it wasn’t in your grasp. “fuck him”
but before you could continue ranting about that dickhead of your ex and get emotional, your eyes darted over wally’s shoulder before immediately looking away and scoffing with an eye roll. “oh, you have got to be kidding me”
“what?”
“his stupid ass friends. on your seven”
wally raised an eyebrow and immediately turned his head, spotting the group of guys crowded around one of the high-top tables. and to make matters worse, a couple of them were already looking in your direction. god, you wish you were at least tipsy at the moment
he turned his head back to you, a reassuring look softening his face. “do you want to leave?”
you stared at him for a few seconds before flicking your eyes back toward the table, and back at wally— with an idea in mind
“kiss me”
no stutter, no hesitation, not even an answer to wally’s question.
which was why he completely froze and his eyebrows shot up the moment those two words came out of you, staring at you as to whether he heard you correctly over the music. “…what?”
“kiss me, walls” you said again, leaning closer with your voice dropping. his eyes silently flickered to the table and back to you, a slight hue of pink on his face as he processed your words and automatically knew what you were planning
you realized how silent and how shocked he was, making your gaze soften in realization and biting your bottom lip. “nevermind” you murmured, realizing how much you were asking of wally. “forget i said anything, let’s get out—"
but before you could lean back, wally pulled you in for a kiss, his hand cradling your cheek and the other on top of yours on the table. your eyes widened for a second, but they fluttered shut as your lips started to move with his and swallowed a sigh from him
at first, the kiss was soft and almost hesitant. like wally was giving you every chance to pull away. but you didn’t, not when his lips were so addicting.
and god, wally could say the same about you. the kiss was better than he could ever imagine, his mouth swallowing the residue of vodka that still lingered in your mouth and made the taste of your lips more insatiable than they were
his thumb brushed gently along your cheek as his lips moved against yours, careful and warm despite the chaos of the bar surrounding you. yet the music seemed to fade into the background, and all you two could hear was the faint sounds of your own heartbeats
the warmth of his palm on top of your hand, the gentleness of the gesture, the small brush of his thumb on your knuckles, it was compltely contradicting the way your heart was hammering against your ribs
one of the boys’ eyes widened from the sight and immediately alerted the others to look in your direction. and once they did, their expressions all matched each other as they kept mouthing “no fucking way” to each other— shocked and in disbelief
and as you predicted, one of them pulled out their phones and began to record while the other shoved his shoulder as a silent urge for him to continue recording
yet neither you nor wally noticed, too focused on the matter at hand
your hand instinctively reached for the front of his shirt, curling your fingers into the fabric as you leaned closer with a small moan. and that made wally do nothing but deepen the kiss and settle his other hand from on top of yours to your waist, keeping you steady
and for some reason, the kiss that you intended to use as revenge felt more real than ever
slowly, both of you pulled back, staring at each other while small pants left your lips. even then, his hand remained against your cheek. you saw wally’s eyes— how they were slightly blown out. and how they couldn’t stop darting to your lips for another taste
“they still watching?” wally murmured, looking back up at your eyes. you blinked twice, snapping out of your awe look before looking back at his shoulder. even after you and wally pulled away, they were still recording you like they caught something crazy
you looked back at wally and gave him a small, silent nod before he responded with a whisper. “good”
with his hand still on your cheek, he slowly dragged your bottom lip with his thumb before looking up at you with a gaze you’ve never seen in his eyes. “let them”
it wasn’t until his hand left your cheek to pull your stool closer to his. and before you could react, wally’s lips immediately were back on yours. and it wasn’t in that gentle way from the previous kiss
it was more certain, more confident. like the hesitation from before had completely disappeared
wally was kissing you almost hungrily, the same hand that he used to pull your stool now sliding up to the back of your head and deepening the intense kiss even more. you couldn’t help but let out a sound, melting more into the kiss and meeting his lips with the same intensity
the music, the laughter, the clinking glasses— it all blurred into background noise. and soon, you forgot about the group of men watching you from afar. you could barely remember your ex’s face. hell, you couldn’t even remember why you were about to cry ten minutes ago
all you could think about was wally. and the fact that your best friend was kissing you like he’d been waiting for the chance to do so. because secretly, he has. for years
( dickhead )
dickhead: [ insert attachment: image of you and wally kissing ]dickhead: are u seriousdickhead: we break up and ur alr kissing other mendickhead: ur BEST FRIEND
you: ur one to talkyou: and wally is a much better kisser than you you: god u should see the way he is in bed
you: made me cum more than you ever did
dickhead: ur fucking sick.
you: and ur a fucking cheater
[ YOU HAVE BLOCKED dickhead ]
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masterlist. reader keeps falling out of bed every night and nanami had to do something about it. a short oneshot as i'm still doing research for my 2k special
hearing a thud in the dead of night was now a common occurrence since nanami moved in with you. his eyes fluttered open and he immediately hovered over the edge of the bed to make sure you were okay.
you had fallen out of bed again. you groaned in pain as soon as you made contact with the floor, rubbing your face and your knee as nanami made his way out of bed. he stood behind you ready to carry you back onto the bed.
"you okay, honey?", his voice was groggy, laced with sleep and concern. you sighed and let him throw you back on the bed.
"i'm fine, but you need to stop hogging the bed. why do you think i keep falling over?". his face deadpanned, hands on his hips.
"i do not hog the bed. you keep moving towards the edge"
"sure, ken. none of this used to happen before i started sharing a bed with you". unbelievable. nanami let out a chuckle and climbed into your arms, resting his head on your chest as your hand quickly moved to scratch his scalp.
"i'm still not the one who pushed you over. i will stand on that"
"okay, big boy..."
from this point one, nanami made it his goal to always anchor you so you wouldn't fall off. he would fall asleep, head on your chest listening to your calm heartbeat, hand around your waist and a heavy leg over yours. and still, for some weird reason he always heard the same thud every night. some nights you would immediately wake up, a quiet groan escaping your lips. other times you would remain unresponsive, stuck in a deep sleep.
nanami hated this. he knew he had to do something. you would seriously hurt yourself sooner or later and just the thought tore him. but he soon came up with a solution. one that wouldn't stop you from falling off, but would assure that you wouldn't get hurt.
nanami's eyes fluttered open at 3 am like clock work. he turned over to your side but you weren't there as per usual. he got out of bed and walked over to where you were sprawled over some plush pillows he had set up the day before.
nanami chuckled to himself and carried you back on the bed. you were still fast asleep, your chest heaving up and down slowly and all he could do was admire you.
"still restless even in your sleep. how cute".
nanami pressed a soft kiss on your cheek and made himself comfortable on your chest. those pillows proved to be a great investment
SATORU WAS laying on his back, a lazy arm draped around your waist while you slept against his chest. Your cheek squished against him, your lips slightly parted. He brushed the hair out your face to see you better.
“You’re kidding me,” he whispered to himself, a smirk pulling at his lips. He poked your cheek gently, the overwhelming urge to just squeeze you and kiss you hit him all at once, you just looked so cute in the mornings. His self control lasted about three seconds, his finger gently poking your cheek, giggling to himself. You frowned in your sleep as if even your unconscious self disapproved his actions, but his heart just melted even more.
Unable to stop himself, he wraps his arms even tighter around you, pulling you impossibly closer against him as he rolled onto his side, placing kisses all over your head. “Fucking adorable..”
A muffled groan came from against his chest, your eyebrows knitted together as you started to wake up from all the fuss. Your hands push at his chest, he loosened his arms around you.
You look up at him, blinking several times as your eyes adjusted to the light. “There she is,” he beamed, pinching your cheek.
“..what are you doing?” You slap his hand away gently, clearly not amused from the fact you had been woken up so early because of him squeezing and poking you.
“You just looked to cute sleeping, i couldn’t help it.” He kisses your forehead, then your cheek before placing a kiss on your lips, pulling back to admire you again, looking way too pleased with himself. You look away, going shy from being called cute, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. “Whatever..” He almost squealed like an idiot from the sight, pulling you close against him again. “I can’t believe your real.”
“Satoru.” The warning in your voice only made him giggle more. Even though you were annoyed, he couldn’t help but feel a little amused by the whole thing. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He kisses your head once more before finally releasing you.
