#geten fluff

[peachesandmilktea]

yay! so description = physically i’m 161 cm, i have dark brown straight hair and dark brown eyes, tan skin. other than that i think i’m funny, emotional and kind.. and i’m the mom friend i can’t stop being motherly lol

fav song = the ordinary man by lee seung gi and because of you by lana del rey, i can’t choose

ideal date = a date that we can hold hands.. i love holding hands… also snowy winter day dates 10/10

kinks= praise, breeding/creampie/impregnation, idk its a kink but manhandling, and lovemaking lmao

and male character please, thank you ❤️❤️

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𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧!

Geten doesn't really know love. Having spent his whole life following Re-Destro's goals, he never really took the time to even think about such a useless, unneccessary feeling, because that's exactly what it is: a weakness, something to be buried deep inside one's mind, forgotten fantasy unimportant next to the PLF's future. And yet, why does that little four-letter word make its way to his every thought whenever his icy gaze lands on you? Why does the idea of dumb, stupid love sound absolutely exquisite to him when it's paired with the sight of you? Just like he's never known love, he's never known a kind, caring touch either. Is that why your every action make his heart flutter in his chest? Is that why he has to tighten his fists whenever you smile to him, just to hold back to overwhelming need to touch you? If that's what love is, he doesn't want it, doesn't want to feel weak and subdued. But he should have known not to be overconfident once again, because as soon as you look his way, your oh so pretty eyes diving into his icy blue, he's on his knees, worshipping, loving, accepting all the weakness that comes with adoring you because there is nothing more beautiful than the smile you give him whenever he takes your hand in his.

His fingers are cold when they tighten over yours, and a shy, faint blush always dusts over his cheeks at the thought that the touch might be uncomfortable for you, but it feels as if all of the ice coating his harsh little heart slowly melts under spring sunrays whenever you tell him that it's okay. He won't let his feelings show, simply letting a neutral huff slip through his lips, but he'll still softly brush his thumb on your silky skin in such a loving, yearning gesture he'll feel like he's going to faint if you ever ask him to stop. Snowy winter dates are a delight with him because he's in his element and he'll use his every ability in the hopes to make you smile. He'll make you cute, adorable little animals out of ice, take you ice-skating wherever you want, and if you wish for it, he can even take you on a snowy winter date in the middle of summer. Nothing is impossible when you're by his side and, after all, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, if only it would bring a smile on your face or a chuckle slipping through your lips. If this is love, he thinks when you marvel at one of his tiny ice creations, then maybe it's not so bad.

Once he's decided that he loves you, he needs to have you whole. He'll be rough as he pushes you against a wall just to, ever so softly, place a kiss on your lips, enjoying the fact that he has you trapped just as much as the warmth that courses through his veins every time his fingers make contact with your silky skin and the shivers that ran through it under his ministrations. He's not so cold anymore then, will whisper sweet words in your ear as he has you laying underneath him, giving soft little pecks all over your throat and collarbones as he murmurs you're so beautiful, the prettiest thing I've ever laid eyes on. And then, when he's inside you, he'll only have one thing on his mind; filling you with his cum, having you carry his seed until you're dripping on the sheets once he's done with you and even then, he'll gather the little white beads slipping through your folds on his fingers and push all of it back inside. I need to make sure I'm breeding you just right, he'd tell you, satisfied smile on his lips as he finishes inside you over, and over, and over again.

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[jusananimehoe]

getens s/o stealing his parka all the time?? I would definitely do it

Not gonna lie anon, I got a little carried away with how adorable I found this. I did add a little bit of angst to this, for reasons unknown to me, I was weak for it! xx

“Get down here right now, if I come up there missy, you’re going to be sorry”

The glare in those pale eyes told you he was very serious, but you giggled anyway. You were quite safe hidden up in your little alcove on the roof, the way up was a secret, so you could lean back, and flash him a brilliant smile, snuggling deeper into the soft fur that lined the hood of his parka, that you had maybe stolen, for the fourth time this week…

You just couldn’t help it, he was always so busy with meetings and with the army, and it smelt like him, peppermints, and icy winds, it was so comforting to snuggle into it when he was too busy to spend time with you. Not that he would care, Get wasn’t known for his warm, bubbly personality. You pouted down at him anyway, hoping to win back some points, judging by the annoyed click of his tongue, you’d failed.

A moment later you were knocked forwards and off the roof with a terrified squeal, falling right over the edge, oh this was going to hurt. Your body never hit the ground though, instead you collided with a warm chest, a chest that was more exposed than it usually was, you licked your lips absentmindedly, gaze roaming over his slender torso, wondering if he’d drop you on your ass if you traced your fingers over his rib cage, across his collarbones.

He shifted you suddenly, dropping you onto your own feet but kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, caging you against his body, not that you were struggling to get away. Your fingers grazed his shoulders softly, slowly, eyes glittering at him affectionately, even as he glowered at you, decidedly unimpressed. “Parka, give it back, now”. His voice was exasperated, pulling at the hood, groaning frustratedly when you pulled it tighter around you.

“I don’t have the time, or the patience for this baby, I’m going to be late”, he pinned you back against the wall, glare cold enough to send a shiver down your spine, “don’t be a brat, give it back”. You glanced down then, expression falling to something glum, uninterested, before shrugging out of the parka and pushing it into his arms.

“Here, I guess I’ll see you next week when you have five minutes to spend with me between meetings”, you mumbled softly, turning to walk away, but unable to ignore the hand on your shoulder dragging you back against him a moment later, warm breath fanning over your lips, pale eyes staring into yours seriously, all anger gone from his expression. Arms circled your waist again, and soft lips pressed against yours, a cold tongue coaxing your mouth open, fingers on your hips tugging you closer. You hummed appreciatively nose brushing tenderly against his, nuzzling his cheek softly as he pulled back, pale eyes holding your gaze.

“I know I haven’t been around, I’m sorry”, his soft murmur was mumbled against your lips. “I’m not really seeing why my parka helps that baby”, the confusion in his tone was surprising to you, he was always so sure of anything, your eyes dropped to the ground in embarrassment, but he grasped your chin softly, pulling your head up to meet his stern gaze. “Tell me”.

“It’s stupid”, you began quietly but his face betrayed no expression, so you sighed heavily and pressed closer, hiding your face in his neck. “It smells like you”, you continued softly. “it’s just nice, you know, to have it close when you aren’t around, it’s kind of like getting a hug from you, almost”, you mumbled embarrassedly, waiting for his annoyed sigh or an eye roll, sappy romantic gestures weren’t his strong point, in-fact, usually, he hated them.

Warmth fell around your shoulders then, your eyes snapping up in surprise as he carefully buttoned the parka, pulling the hood up over your head, gentle smile on his features. “You are ridiculous, you know that”? Warm lips ghosted over your cheek, fingers tugging you closer by the hood, blush staining your cheeks, turning them pink. He smiled wider then, “luckily”, his voice dropped to a whisper, breath fanning over your lips, “you look really, really adorable wearing my stuff”.

He kissed your nose gently, before going to walk past you, stopping to whisper softly in your ear.

“I’ll be back later to take it off you anyway”.

[jusananimehoe]

A Rude Interruption

Okay, wow this got way longer than I anticipated woopsie. So I decided I really wanted to do a part two of my little Geten drabble. This can be considered part 2 to ‘Teach me how to Kiss’, though you don’t necessarily have to read it. Enjoy xx

Heat, it was the first thing I noticed, heat in my stomach, and then, finally, the heat of lips on mine.

I really thought his lips would be cooler.

And they were, in a way, there was defintley an iciness to the soft touch, but the heat overshadowed it, until it was all I could think about, and then his mouth moved against mine, and my brain ceased functioning.

His lips were so soft, slotting slowly, carefully, slowly against mine as he pressed forward, just slightly. It was the most uncertain I’d ever seen him, my beautiful, strong Geten, always so ready to take on the world in the name of Redestro, Geten, who never doubted himself, always confident in his abilities, in his strength, but currently, judging by the shakiness of his hands as they fiddled slightly at his sides, he was nervous.

I moved my hands down, dragging my nails over his fingers, noting his sudden shudder, and then, slowly, dragged his hands up to rest on my waist, pressing his fingers deep into my hips as my hands traveled back up his chest, over his collarbones, through the fur inside his parka hood, scratching carefully along the skin of his throat, before finally, intertwining with the strands of his hair.God it’s so soft.

Geten shivered against me as my fingers tangled further into his locks, and his hands tightened minutely, his grip on my hips now strong enough to defintley leave bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t bring myself to care all that much. Something to remember this by.

His mouth was opening wider against mine now, his lips moving with more certainty, pressing harder against mine, the kisses growing wetter, wilder, like he was searching for something, tasting, and I wondered idly about whether or not it would be too much to taste further.But he wanted to learn how to kiss, right? My mouth acted of its own accord, my teeth catching his bottom lip and biting down gently, before tracing the redness with my tongue, licking slowly against his closed mouth, waiting for him to jerk backwards, after all, Geten wasn’t one for affection. The deep, throaty, groan I got was not the response I’d anticipated, but god was it good.

His hands dragged me closer suddenly, his own tongue surging forward to tangle with mine, and then the chill really became apparent. I moaned, without meaning to, as his ice-cold tongue pressed further into my mouth, at contrast with the heat of his lips. His hands dragged me further against him, and then we were spinning, my back hit the wall, and a leg was shoved between my knees, all within the span of five seconds, his tongue never ceasing its relentless mission to map the entirety of the inside of my mouth.

Gods, I will never have enough of him.

My hands were pulling harder now, gripping his hair too tightly, I was sure, but he just hummed, and dragged his hands up my arms, cold fingers slipping slowly under the thin straps of my top to massage my collarbones. The coolness of his fingers was a nice contrast to the heat of his body pressed against mine, and I shivered, pressing more tightly against him, wondering at how well we fit together.He bit down sharply on my lip, drawing a desperate gasp from me as a small bead of blood formed, only to be licked away a moment later in apology,  hot lips moving along my cheek and up my jaw, nipping softly at my throat, before a cold, wet tongue soothed the marks I was sure would be visible tomorrow.

This has gone way too far.

“Gets”.

My voice was choked, breathless, and nowhere near firm enough to stop him, if anything he seemed to take it as encouragement to bite down harder, dragging louder moans from my mouth, and soft hisses from between by teeth at the tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain. His mouth was moving further down now, sucking harshly at the hollow of my throat, before lowering again to nibble and lick along my collarbone. I was nearly boneless against him, and he seemed to notice, pressing me tighter against the wall behind us, pushing his leg further between my knees to ground us both.

My breathing was growing more ragged, my gasps more apparent, and I suddenly realized that I’d been whispering his name like a mantra for some time now. I have to stop this.

I tugged harshly on his hair, and finally he lifted his head back to mine, tongue dancing along my bottom lip teasingly before pulling back, his breathing was just as labored as mine, heavy breath blowing against my cheek, tickling the skin under my eye.

His eyes opened then, half-lidded and sensual, pupils as blown as I’d ever seen them, and I forced myself to remember to breathe, blinking a few times to try and focus, but all that kept running through my mind was a wet tongue and harsh teeth that had felt so fucking good. But I had to control myself, this was Gets, this was my best friend, and I already held far too much love for him. Already I could feel the desperate desire to seal our mouths together again and stay like that forever.

He tastes so goddamn good, like peppermints, sweet but tangy.

I blinked again and found myself staring into pale-blue eyes, nearly swallowed by the black of his pupil, but his breathing was evening out, calming down, his chest falling slower, a good sign. We had both gotten carried away, but I couldn’t let myself think anything of it, Gets was a boy, a young boy, who’d never been kissed before, of course he’d gotten carried away. It was my fault really, for bringing out the tongue, too much too soon, perhaps. I leaned back against the wall slowly, hands still tangled in his hair, and he followed the motion, pressing our bodies tightly together again, I had to bite my lip to stop a moan from slipping out as his hands found purchase on either side of my waist again.

He blinked at me slowly, eyes clouded with something, lost in thought, perhaps. It almost felt like he was looking right through me, and that, I did not like. Some secrets were better off as secrets. Some friendships just weren’t worth risking, I could never stand to lose Geten, he was all I had.

Warm breath fanned over my lips again, and when had he moved that close? Our noses brushed together slightly, and my self-control evaporated, a soft, choked noise leaving my throat as I pressed forward against him, desperate to taste his lips again. He murmured something softly against my mouth, lips brushing mine as soft words left his mouth, but my mind was too lost to even comprehend anything he was saying.

” Oi, Geten, get out here, Redestro is holding a meeting in five minutes!”

Skeptic?

My ice-wielding best friend turned to stone against me, stiffening as common sense filtered back into his mind. His eyes locked with mine, our mouths still just barely touching, perhaps a breath away from kissing, and I felt my heart crack in my chest, at least it had been amazing while it lasted, now it was back to reality.

I released his hair slowly, carefully un-winding my fingers, and then pressed my hands softly against his chest, refusing to meet his gaze any longer, choosing to stare at the white carpet below our feet instead. He stepped back slowly, not enough, but at least our bodies weren’t glued to each other now. I swallowed slowly, chewing my lip and then dragged my fingers through my hair, this had been an incredibly stupid idea.You stupid, stupid girl.

” That sounds important, I’ll let you get back to it”.

My voice sounded lifeless, monotone, but it was better than cracking at least, better than bursting into tears like I wanted to. I carefully stepped past Gets and walked to the door, throwing a small smile over my shoulder at him, met with a lost expression from the ice-user.

“For what it’s worth, I think you would’ve been fine on your own, that was pretty damn incredible”.

I turned quickly as my eyes began to water, breathing out deeply before throwing open the door, all but bolting from his room.

[jusananimehoe]

Hi, first of all I'm in love with your writing 🥺 Could you write a Genten angst (sorry I'm a sad bitch) in witch the reader saw him with someone else but with a fluff ending????

Okay, so I got like 3 asks for angst- and an ask for a continuation of the Dabiten threesome, with the aftermath for our reader, so I hope you guys don’t mind but I combined them all into one. Fair warning,this got way darker than I planned, so it has mentions of self halfm, suicidal thoughts, and a little minor mental break, all with a fluff ending, promise! xxx

You tried not to show anyone the shaking in your hands, the trembling of your lips, eyes downcast as you walked through the mansion. A voice called to you but you ignored it, whoever it was didn’t matter, nothing really mattered at the moment. You scratched uncomfortably at your left wrist, feeling he mutilated skin there, your breathing easing steadily at the soothing motion, just how fucked up am I? Your lip wobbled dangerously, wetness dripping down your cheeks and you bolted out the front doors.

It was inevitable that he’d move on, you’d been pushing him away for weeks now, denying him any affection, locking yourself away as you mutilated your body to try and cope with the agony. But Toga? Of all fucking people, Toga? Seeing him holding her, it had been a wake-up call, one you needed.

Moments later you had raced up an old set of stairs, slowly rotting away from lack of use and up to a hidden alcove of the roof, relaxing as you reached your little hiding place, dropping unsteadily to your knees, hands digging viciously into your palms as you tried to calm your racing heart, you could feel the panic attack coming on, could feel the spots starting to dot your vision, you choked on a sob, eyes closing, body rocking back and forth steadily. A warm hand on your shoulder dragged you from the panic, and you whipped around to see the last person you ever wanted to see again, what more could he possibly want from me?

“Easy there doll, you’re looking a bit pale, take a deep breath for me”. His raspy voice was oddly soothing, and after the shock of his appearance wore off you did as he told you, breathing in deeply, oxygen filling your burning lungs, how had you not noticed the pain? A scarred palm smoothed your sweaty hair back, the other hand brushing the tears from your cheek carefully, the gesture startingly soft, and you flinched, another wave of tears falling from your eyes as you drove your knuckles into the sockets, maybe I could just fucking blind myself?

“Stop it, now”. The command was harsh, your hands pulled away sharply, eyes clashing with the vibrant blue of his irises, but you couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle his touch, not again. You jerked back viciously, crawling backwards and away from him, shaking your head desperately. His eyes followed you, widening slightly, and for a moment you thought you could see genuine worry glittering at you from his expression as he lifted a hand, and then let it fall again, palm grazing his jaw as he watched you, lost in thought.

“Stay away from me”, you choked out. “It was you; it was fucking all you”, your voice cracked as you sobbed, rocking back and forth again as you descended into hysterics, Dabi’s expression paling further as he watched you. “You knew he’d be angry, that he’d punish me”, your nails clawed viciously at your cheeks, trying to distract yourself from the pain in your heart, by causing physical pain, a regular occurrence, ever since that day.

“Next time you want to act like a slut around him, maybe remember that I’m fucking happy to treat you like one”.

You screamed angrily as the voice filled your head again, shaking your head viciously to clear it. “You made me dirty, and now no-one will want me, he won’t want me”, you feel back against the bricks, blood staining your sleeve from where you’d scratched so hard the wounds had re-opened. Dabi was staring at it, eyes wide with understanding. You didn’t care, he can fuck off. “I’ll never be enough now; don’t you get it? You patchwork freak, he’ll never want to touch me again”. He flinched away from the rage in your voice even as you shrunk in on yourself, going quite all at once.

“He deserves better”, your whisper was so soft you weren’t even sure Dabi heard it. “I’ll leave, that’s what I’ll do, I’ll leave and then he can find someone worthy of him”, you mumbled to yourself, eyes flickering back and forth as Dabi gaped at you. Finally, he seemed to snap, shaking his head and jumping to his feet.

“Fucking hell doll, what’d we do to you, hm?” He dashed down the stairs a moment later. You didn’t care, he can stay gone. You blinked slowly, trying to focus, fingers wandering over the blood that had stained your wrist, had you scratched that badly, really? The woozy feeling in your head was difficult to identify, it could just be anxiety, or it could be blood loss, you glanced down and finally noticed the small pool forming at your feet, laughing listlessly. That’s one way of leaving, I guess.

Running footsteps interrupted your thoughts, but you were too tired to really comprehend where they were coming from, your vision spotty, breathing shallow, and growing painful even as icy hands cupped your cheeks, a warm body pressing to yours, lifting you against them, whispering softly to you, though you couldn’t really make out the words. You snuggled closer to that warmth though, nuzzling your nose against it, “hang in there, baby, come on now”. You loved that voice, that strong voice so much, it made you tremble and whimper, even as someone crooned soft reassurances to you. Your eyes fluttered slightly, locking briefly with those pale irises you loved so much, a gentle smile on your lips before you faded out.

When you woke the room was dark, your wrist had been bandaged, and your head hurt terribly. You sat up swiftly, confusion clouding your brain even as you noticed him climbing across the bed to you. You jerked backwards instantly, pressing back into the pillows, shrinking from the rage and the punishment you knew would be coming, you’d been so badly behaved after all. What if he brings Dabi in again? God I’d rather die.

“That won’t be happening, not ever again”. His voice was soft as he crawled closer to you, like he was trying not to startle you. “Just you and me, forever, I promise, okay?” Your lip wobbled as you met his gaze, so much love. You whimpered, eyes dropping again but he cupped your chin gently, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, “I promise I’ll fix this; I swear to you if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll fix this”. You openly sobbed then, head collapsing against his chest, too exhausted to fight him on it. He pulled you close instantly, arms tight around you, mouth ghosting over your cheek, pressing softly against the small scratches your nails had left you with.

Your soft cries continued for some time, while he stroked your hair and kissed your skin, whispered sweet nothings to you. I don’t deserve it; I don’t deserve any of it. I’m dirty, I’m disgusting, that’s why he’d been with Toga in the lounge area, he’d moved on. “No baby, no never”, the fierceness in his voice was a shock, you flinched slightly without meaning to and his eyes softened instantly, hands cupping your cheeks and pressing your foreheads together. “I wanted her advice, on trying to mend this rift between us, that’s all, nothing more”. You breathed in at that, realising suddenly that your lungs were burning again.

“It was my fuck-up baby, not yours. I went too far, I know it, Dabi knows it. I swear I’ll never do it again”, his words were whispered softly against your lips, eyes glistening wetly, you gaped at him. My beautiful, strong Geten, ready to cry for me. “Forgive me? I’m so fucking sorry”, his voice broke, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he waited, for my answer, god he really thinks I won’t forgive him. But he’s the one who needs to forgive me.

“No baby”, he whispered softly to you, and you realised you’d recently developed a nasty habit of speaking your thoughts aloud. “I messed up, but I swear if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, please”. The pleading in his voice broke you, drawing a whimpering cry from your throat as you surged forward to kiss him, mouths clashing in a messy tangle of teeth and tongue, moaning as his tongue slammed inside your mouth, licking desperately, exploring like he would die without it.

You climbed into his lap, hands roaming over his shoulders, shoving his parka down and onto the floor, fingers ghosting over his slender abdomen, scratching playfully at his nipples as he moaned softly into your mouth at your ministrations. His hips bucked up against yours, both of you groaning from the friction as his length rubbed against your clothed pussy, too many clothes. Clearly Geten agreed, because a moment later your shirt had vanished, leaving you clad only in your bra and panties, and rubbing desperately against the growing bulge in his pants. “Please”, you moaned desperately, drawing a strangled noise from his throat as he tore your bra from your chest.

A hot mouth closed hungrily over your nipple, drawing a desperate cry from you as his had slipped under your panties, rubbing through your dripping folds instantly, before swiftly shoving two fingers inside your heat, a choked gasp leaving you as your hips started to ride his fingers, desperate for more, needing more, needing everything. A third finger slipped inside you a few moments later before he started to scissor them, eyes gazing at you as your mouth opened in a soft moan, hips humping his fingers heatedly, throwing your head back as you lost yourself to the pleasure. His finger curled then, stroking over that spot inside you and you squealed, “God, Geten please”, you begged.

His fingers were pulled out a moment later as he dragged his pants down far enough to free his cock, guiding it swiftly to your entrance before sheathing himself inside you as you screamed. It was so much, so good. You moaned loudly, and then started to ride him, his hands coming up to grip your hips tightly, pushing you up and down as you moved, he was so fucking deep inside you. It felt so good, so good, as you bounced up and down desperately on his cock, moans growing louder as he angled it perfectly to brush against that one spot inside you.

He started to lift you then, pulling you back down as he thrust up into you, hard, and you came apart on top of him with a scream a moment later, nails clawing at the nape of his neck, crying out his name in desperation as he chased his high, moaning softly in his ear, mouth sucking softly at the pale skin of his throat, he’d be mad about the hickies later, but you didn’t care, not right now anyway. “Please Geten”, you moaned softly in his ear before pulling back and pressing your foreheads together again, “please cum inside me, please”.

He gave a strangled, throaty groan at your words before sheathing himself inside you one last time, hot spurts of cum pumping inside of you as you both moaned, falling sideways, cock still buried in your mess of a hole. He always fucks me so good. He sealed your mouths then, claiming yours in a blistering kiss, tongue slamming so far down your throat you were worried you’d choke for a moment before he pulled back, eyes half-lidded and full of love.

“I love you so much”, his soft whisper against your lips had you whimpering again as you pressed closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, desperate for as much affection as you could possibly get while he was feeling this soft. “My beautiful, baby girl”, he continued quietly as your eyes closed, humming contentedly as he nibbled your jaw, before pressing soft kisses all over your face. He didn’t stop until you started to giggle, hiding your head in his neck again as he smiled gently against your hair.

“You’re mine, only mine, forever, I promise”.

[jusananimehoe]

headcanons for Geten as a dad? Also the amount of serotonnin your blog/page contains is overwhelming— thank you 🙏

Aww, this is very sweet. I’m so glad you’re enjoying anon xx

Here, have some ice gremlin as a daddy.

Geten as a Dad:

·         Geten is a surprisingly amazing father, though he’s obsessed with strength through honing your quirk, (like someone else we know...) he isn’t going to reach the tier of abusing his baby in any way, in-fact he goes the opposite direction. He literally cannot bring himself to be harsh with her. She needs a smack? That’s a mom job, surely? Someone has to tell her off, that’s a mom job. Geten has left the chat. 

·         Your little girl is a daddy’s girl from the moment she’s born, she looks like him, pale eyes, white hair, and he fucking loves it. So even if he had planned to be a harsher father figure, planning on training his child and stuff, that all kind of fades away for him the minute his kid is born.

·         Geten is only going to actually plan one child with you, despite saying otherwise, but after she’s born, he’s so infatuated that he genuinely can’t imagine ever loving something as much a she loves her, so why bother trying to replicate it? It just wouldn’t be fair.

·         If you have a quirk, you’re going to find them fucking around with training all the time, not actual training, per say, just teaching her control so she doesn’t hurt herself, or others, and he’s going to be behind her the whole time, a calm voice of reason even when she’s scared of how powerful she is. He’ll have her in perfect control of it in no time.

·         If you’re quirkless, and she just has daddy’s quirk, Geten’s going to be a little calmer about it, you’re much more likely to find them snuggled up asleep together on the couch than training, it’s going to melt you every time so prepare.

·         He isn’t overly affectionate as a rule, but once his daughter arrives that changes in a heartbeat, he has to be holding her constantly, cuddling her, kissing her precious little nose and her chubby cheeks, he can’t stand being away from her. This little ice-gremlin might actually step back a little from the army, he won’t leave entirely, but he has to prioritise, and his baby girl has to come first, it isn’t negotiable.

·         The two of them are so inseparable, daddy gets the first smile, the first laugh, her first word is defintley going to be ‘daddy’, she loves him so much. He’s going to support her through everything, first scraped knee, first ride on a bike, daddy will be there to make sure everything goes smoothly. 

·         It’s a big change for Geten, his whole world shifts when she arrives and suddenly everything, he thought was really important, kind of fucking pales in comparison.

·         Geten is going to be an amazing, if not somewhat overbearing father. Your daughter will never be in any danger, but the two of you girls may grow exasperated over time, particulary when she hits the teenage years and wants to start dating, because oh no, he doesn’t fucking think so. Maybe in 25 years when she’s old enough, right?

[jusananimehoe]

can i request a fluffy scenario on a particularly bad weathered day where Geten would let his s/o climb into his parka with him? (tbh that parka looks huge on that smol gremlin)

Oof, this is adorable. 

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­You weren’t being dramatic, you absolutely weren’t, the temperature had defintley dropped into the negatives, the wind was absolutely biting, but it had been so long since you’d spent any time with Geten, and it was rare for him to organise anything, romance wasn’t his thing. Which was why you wouldn’t admit that you were about to freeze to death, sitting up on the roof, watching the stars with him was well worth a little cold you might have tomorrow, you refused to admit defeat, especially since he had tried to tell you that you’d need a jacket, you just refused to listen.

In your defence, it had been a sunny outside all day, how were you meant to know it was going to end up snowing? Stupid weather. You shuddered slightly, pulling your shirt around you as best as you could, stuffing your hands inside it, eyes flicking up to the sky again, it really is beautiful when it snows though. You glanced towards the ice-wielder beside you to tell him exactly that only to be met with his pale eye already locked on yours, glaring at you.

You blinked and nearly shrank back; did I do something wrong? He rolled his eyes, clearly reading your worries on your face, and then with a sigh of exasperation, he began to unbutton his parka, much to your amazement. He made as if to shrug out of it and you quickly stopped him, while he handled cooler weather better than you did, he would still be cold without it in temperatures like this. He blinked at you, annoyance furrowing his brow, and opened his mouth, probably to snark at you, but you climbed into his lap before any snarly comment could leave his mouth.

He defintley drew in a sharp breath as you climbed closer, snuggling into his warmth, before promptly wrapping his parka around both of you, it was easily large enough for you to sneak into it with him, why don’t I do this more often? You snuggled closer, breath ghosting over the warm skin of his throat, resisting the urge to bite down, he wouldn’t appreciate it unless you had permission. He was a little stiff, unwinding slowly to pull you closer, nuzzling your shoulder in a rare show of affection.

“You’re a spoiled little brat, you know that”? The biting comment would have bothered you more if he didn’t punctuate it by pulling your head up and pressing an affectionate kiss to your cold lips. He blinked at you, “your lips are freezing”, annoyance coloured his tone again, and he pulled you closer to him, warmth spreading through you for a completely different reason. He was worried.

You smiled helplessly at him, kissing his nose in a daring move, ignoring the glare you got in return as you rubbed your noses together. “I’m your spoiled brat though, right”? Your voice was soft, eyes darting up to meet his shyly, a coy smile playing on your lips, even as he snorted softly and rolled his eyes.

“Yes baby, my spoiled brat”, a more passionate kiss pressed against your lips, hands moving to roam over your hips as your legs wrapped around him in response. You hummed happily, lips quirking up in a soft smile even as he pressed his tongue to them. I can live with that, then. 

[jusananimehoe]

Duuuuuude I just read your sleeping w/Geten headcanons and now I need reader holding a conversation with sleeptalking Geten.

Hahahahah, ah yes I live for it. 

It was the elbow in the face that woke you, or maybe the knee in your ribs as you groaned and went to roll away, an annoyed grumble of words caught your attention as a firm hand snaked around your waist, refusing to let you as you sighed heavily. Not again. 

You shoved the ice user, trying to push him back. He was mumbling to himself softly, brow furrowed, you tried not to let yourself be won over by the the adorable little pout on his lips, pressing closer to hear what he was saying. 

“Stupid...Ugly...Patchwork...Freak...” 

You snorted, hands pressing firmly over your mouth to hold in your laughter, even as your chest shook uncontrollably, soft giggles slipping past your lips as you gazed lovingly at him. Only Geten would manage to dream about the one person he hated more than anyone, Dabi, figures. You smiled softly, fingers ghosting over his cheeks as you kissed his nose gently, nuzzling him. 

“You kick his ass baby”, you whispered softly against his lips, shoulder shaking as he nodded fiercely at you, brows furrowed in determination. 

“I fucking will”, he mumbled back to you, pressing closer, even as you giggled softly, stroking his back gently as you coaxed him back into a deeper sleep. Oh how you loved him, even if he was a little nuts sometimes.

[jusananimehoe]

Geten x hurt reader?

Come get ya angst/fluff tea xxx

His hands were shaking, trembling even, when had that happened, fucking pull it together Geten. His hands carded carefully through your hair, watching as you slept agitatedly on his bed, hands twitching every now and then, breathing uneven, fever burning through you, he shuddered again and fought the need to smash something, fist clenching in the sheets, where the fuck had he been when you needed him. His head hit the mattress a moment later, eyes never leaving your face, anger surging inside him, he’d fucking murder them for this.

You stirred then, eyes fluttering, arms reaching wildly, body shivering terribly. He reached for your hands instantly, fingers intertwining with yours, his other hand going to press against your forehead as your eyes snapped open, eyes moving to his instantly, body pressing forward against him, always so clingy. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, forehead pressing to yours a moment later, lips brushing over the corner of your mouth, just softly.

“Ge-Geten”? Your voice was shaky, fearful, he’d let you feel like that. He kissed at your cheek, nuzzling your jawline as you relaxed into his soft touches, “where, where am I, where is he-is he, he?” He sealed your mouth in a gentle kiss, nibbling on your lower lip just lightly, feeling you shudder beneath him, pressing closer to the warmth of his torso, he climbed in beside you a moment later, pulling you carefully into your arms, eyes locked on the bandage wrapped around you stomach.

“He’s gone, I promise, I took care of it”, he tried to not to let the murderous intent seep into his voice, judging by your flinch, you’d heard it anyway. He kissed your nose next, abandoning his gentle, kind guy act, “no one hurts you and lives, no- one”. He stroked your cheeks carefully, brushing away the tears, rubbing your noses together gently even as your eyes closed, breathing him in.

“You’re safe baby, I promise”. You snuggled closer to him as your breathing started to even out, exhaustion winning out even as you whispered softly to him.

“I love you Geten”.

He comforted himself with the knowledge that no one could see the soft smile on his face. His hands wrapped tighter around you, eyes watching your bandage carefully to make sure you hadn’t pulled any stitches. Heroes, pathetic, fucking heroes. Thank god Redestro had been there, I wasn’t. He shuddered and concentrated on not holding you too tight. You were still here, still in his arms, you were safe and you would live, though it brought him little comfort. He hadn’t fucking been there.

As if hearing his inner monologue, your hands curled in his shirt, pulling him closer as you sighed softly, face pressing into his neck, breathing in his smell. He nuzzled your throat softly, lips kissing your earlobe gently, silently promising that he would be there for you the next time you needed him, army duties be fucking dammed.