#i know there’s a word for not knowing if you’re feeling romantic or platonic attraction i don’t remember it but i’m that now i guess

[unusual-ly]

Being aroflux is wild

#i’ve been fully aro for so long that i’m genuinely not sure if what i’m feeling now is a crush i’ve forgotten what it’s like #i know there’s a word for not knowing if you’re feeling romantic or platonic attraction i don’t remember it but i’m that now i guess #is my old crush on Joey Richter back or is it now a squish? who knows i sure don’t #what i do know is ~*Joey*~ #shut up Ly

[on-leatheredwings]

any hc for male reader x yandere batfam?? any of them will work. also the batboy didn't know he was bi at first (unless you're doing Tim). and the reader is dealing with internalized homophobia?

somethin short n sweet :]

Soft! Older! Yandere! Damian Wayne / Male Reader

> romantic > tw/cw: internalized homophobia, references to violent homophobia > word count: 723 > a/n: just something short and sweet... > male reader can be cis or trans

"Study with me," is what Damian Wayne says, before placing a pile of books on your already-crowded table.

His clean cut appearance contrasts with the hipster, rustic interior of your favorite cafe. It’s not really his scene, as far as you’re aware. Both the decor and the abundant crowd. 

You lean back in your chair, narrowing your eyes. "Wayne.” You have to try not to sneer.

You are acquainted with him, after all. His marks are always top of the class, and yours are always seconding. You’re at Gotham U entirely on scholarship, just having transferred from community college. You’re first in your family to go to college, period, and they were risking everything for you to be here. You had to be top of your class if you wanted to pursue your post-grad plans. 

Always being second to this nepo-baby billionaire is a bitter knock to your self-esteem. You wince, feeling sharp pain on your ribcage. One you don’t need with all the other bitter knocks your classmates already give you.

You stare up at the man, wishing he hadn’t caught you in your seat. You blink, realizing that he isn't moving. "Wait, what did you say?" you ask.

“... I said, 'study with me.'" He elegantly lands in the seat across from you at the all-too-small table. "I’ll be sitting here.”

You gape at him.

“But– y-you don’t even like me…?” Damian had never spared you the time of day until … this day. You assumed you were a gnat to him at best. Just some brokie who managed to sneak his way into his school.

How utterly wrong you were.

Damian Wayne hadn’t expected to end up with anyone other than a woman, he supposed. It had been assumed of him during his childhood and he hadn’t questioned it. From a young age he had been aware of homosexuality, and that men could be attractive, but he hadn’t considered it for himself in any serious capacity. 

Even Timothy coming out didn’t spur any curiosity from him. Despite his siblings teasing, his closeness to Jon was entirely platonic. So Damian just assumed, like the majority of the world, he was heterosexual. Until you had transferred into one of his classes and stole his breath away.

Damian’s eyes narrow and, if you can believe it, glimmer with interest. “I don’t recall ever saying that. For all you know, I could be quite fond of you.” His eyes lower to where your lips lie. “... Or at the very least, interested.”

You cheeks heat rise to your cheeks, before you flinch. There's no way. He didn’t mean it like that. Yet despite discerning his expression… Oh fuck, maybe he meant it like that? You panic, head snapping away from his. No– no. You are not going to be weird about this. You could have a friend here. 

The last time you misinterpreted friendliness from your peers as romantic advances... Those bruises are still healing, still aching when you stretch and bend. Your stomach roils with hurt, fear, and betrayal – no. You weren’t going to repeat the same mistake this time. You’ve been ostracized from most of your peers by now. ‘Pervert’ and ‘predator’ they named you. But maybe… you could have a friend here.

In your silence, Damian finds tendrils of curiosity churning in his stomach. He wants desperately to talk to you. To hear you speak. To listen to you talk at length about the lectures he finds so droll, but you find rapturing. Test scores meant nothing. He may be better at memorizing the text, but he’s read your essays. He clears his throat, lifting his chin on instinct to feign confidence.

You look up at him shyly, before realizing you’ve been mulling in silence like a freak for the past few minutes. Damian doesn’t mind, having been able to openly admire you.

You cough, trying to ease the confusion thrumming in your veins. “... Well, fine. I could use a sounding board.”

“Shall we start with the next test review?” Damian offers, flipping open a book.

You perk up, having been about to suggest lighter reading rather than the dense, metaphysical chapters your professor recommended. You nod fervently, lips curling to Damian’s delight.

“Yes, please,” you say, metaphorical tag wagging.

New friend, new friend, you inwardly cheer. 

Damian’s thoughts run considerably more romantic.

#yandere batfam #yandere damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #mine #maybe write a full fic on this someday i kinda like gay damian #maybe he deserves gay sex

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Please please please smut 1 and 12 with Frank Castle!

Mission Accomplished

--genre: fluff & SMUT.

--pairing: frank castle x f!reader

--word count: 2.7k

--warnings: kissing, mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol, oral (f receiving), PinV, unprotected sex (NOO), creampie, so much sexual tension, fluff, friends to lovers, semi-public sex.

thank you for the request! enjoy<3

--gif credits: @bernthalized

You’ve been known to draw people in. Whether that be because of your personality, or something magical about you, people were always attracted to you, both romantically and platonically. 

Frank was hard to crack, but still, he quickly became someone you considered to be one of your close friends. You’ve seen him an inch away from death’s grasp, and even with his consistent rejections of help, he finally let you in. You became someone he could rely on, often with his injuries. 

At first, there was little to no talking while you patched him up. The occasional grunts and groans came from him while you asked him if he wanted water every so often. As the late nights continued, Frank began to talk. Sure, one-word responses weren’t much, but it was something. And as much as Frank wanted to deny it, he quickly realized why people were drawn to you. 

Your friendship remained very exclusive for a while, only seeing each other when Frank was injured or for emergencies, but that became hard when you started to see him in a different light. For as long as you wanted to keep it buried, your feelings for Frank grew with each time you saw him. You had to push your feelings aside, for him. 

***

The exhaustion of the day was evident, it was written all over your face. Locking the door behind you, you immediately kick off your shoes, set your things down on the counter, and sink into the couch; not bothering to turn on the lights. Maybe if you weren’t so tired you were able to notice Frank’s presence behind you, “Hey.”

Your once lounged state was now replaced by an alert one, sitting up straight you whipped your head around to find Frank standing behind the couch, looking directly at you. Walking towards the light switches, you catch your breath before speaking, “I know you’re not a big fan of your phone, but Jesus Christ Frank. Could you not just lurk in the shadows next time you decide to surprise me?” 

With the light on you scan over his broad frame, scanning for any injuries. He walks towards you, the look on his face not the stoic one you’re used to seeing, “I know, I know, but I need to ask you to do something for me. It’s gonna be dangerous, and it’s gonna be risky, but you know I trust you with this type of stuff.”

“Frank, just tell me,” you cross your arms, the suspense killing you. 

He sighs, “I’m going to a big tech gala tomorrow to retrieve some information on a ghost, and I need a plus one. Figured I thought it would be less suspicious if I brought you instead of going by myself.” 

And after discussing the fine details, you agreed. Frank was surprised that you even considered, let alone say yes, but he knew you would do anything for your friends, even putting yourself in potential danger.

***

Slipping on your heels, you hear a knock at the door. Walking over and opening the door you see Frank in a clean black suit, you can’t help but scan your eyes up and down his figure. Little did you know, Frank was doing the same thing to you. While you were still speechless, Frank snapped out of his trance, feeling slightly guilty, he asked, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” clearing your throat, “let’s go!”

The car ride was mostly silent, you weren’t nervous until right now, and Frank could tell. Your hands were fidgeting with the fabric of your dress when he reached down to hold one and give it a tight squeeze. Looking up at him, he responds, “I’m gonna make sure nothing will happen to you tonight, I promise you.” 

You squeeze his hand back and nod, taking a deep breath. 

It didn’t take long until you drove right up to the gala’s steps, still holding onto Frank’s hand, and only letting go to step out of the car. As Frank handed the keys to the valet, your body was immediately searching for him again. The simple touch in the car made you yearn for more. In an instant he was at your side again, extending his arm to hold as you walked towards the front door. 

You knew he was only doing this for show, but some of you hoped it was real. 

As the front doors opened, you were greeted by a prestigious sight. The walls were lined with the company’s accomplishments while the guests were mingling either on the dance floor or at the tables with drinks in hand. No one pays the two of you any mind as you make your way to the party, everyone is either too dialed into conversation, or drunk to notice. 

As servers walk around with trays of champagne, Frank swiftly grabs two and hands one to you. Your eyes crinkle in confusion, “Aren’t we supposed to be working?” 

Frank takes a sip, savoring the taste, “I’m supposed to be working. Don’t worry, it’ll help your nerves, sweetheart.”

Bringing up the flute to your lips, you try to hide the obvious flustered look on your face, your cheeks suddenly warm. Sweetheart. 

After finishing his drink, he turns to you, “I’m gonna go look around. I’ll be right back.”

You nod your head, and suddenly the worry is back. This wasn’t some silly fantasy, you were here because of Frank and whatever information he needed. This was all a front, whatever was going on between you and him isn’t real.  

You must have zoned out while Frank was gone because he was back in what felt like a few minutes, “Did you find what you were looking for?” 

Frank doesn’t respond, only shakes his head once. Whatever happened while he was away was clearly not in his favor, and even you could tell. Placing your glass on a table near you, you grab his hand, your touch causing him to flinch away for a moment before he allows you in. You look back up at him, “Let’s dance.”

It takes him a second before he agrees, the silence making you anxious, but soon enough he follows. The music is slow, and couples around you sway back and forth in a delicate rhythm. Frank comfortably places both hands on your hips as you place yours on the back of his neck, the sudden closeness making your head spin. 

You apparently don’t hide your emotions well as Frank speaks softly into your ear, “What are you thinking about?”

There he goes with that nickname again, and maybe it’s the champagne, but you have some strong feelings that need to escape, “I’m just thinking about how every time you call me ‘sweetheart’, I can’t help but think about it for a while.”

“Oh really? What happens when you think about it?” You hide your face into his chest, too embarrassed to answer. “You’ve never been shy, don’t start now.”

Pulling away, you look up at him through hooded eyes, “I can’t tell you in public Frank, it’s too crowded in here.”

“Then let’s go somewhere private. Keeping thoughts inside your head is bad for you, you know.”

Frank leads you off the dancefloor quickly and to a hallway near the entrance, the people around looking at the two of you confused. You giggle as he continues to walk towards a door. Opening the door for you, Frank has led you into an office of some sort. A grand desk was placed in the middle of the room, surrounded by bookshelves, and of course a chair. You’re still looking around the room when Frank’s voice echoes through the space, “So, what were you going to tell me, sweetheart?”

You’re tired of his teasing, walking up to him by the door, you smash your lips onto his, quietly locking the door behind him. His hands, once again, find his way to you, but this time to the supple flesh of your ass. 

Walking forward, Frank guides you back until your legs hit the wood of the desk, causing you to sit. And then all of a sudden, you realize what you’re doing. You pull away from his lips, “Frank…what are we doing? You–You’re my friend, fuck what am I doing?”

“Hey, shh–,”

You cut him off, “Friends don’t do this kind of shit, Frank!”

You’re still sitting on the desk when his hand comes up to hold your face, “You’ll always be my friend, always. But you’ll always be something else, and it’s not just a friend.”

There’s nothing but relief in your body when he leans back down to kiss you again, a weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders. You grasp the back of his neck, pulling him in to deepen your kiss. 

Taking his other hand, he reaches down to your dress, bunching the fabric in his hands as he reveals more and more of your skin. As soon as he reveals your thigh, he releases the fabric to pool just above your knee. You whine into his mouth, disappointment, craving his touch once again. 

He releases your lips, not fully pulling away. He hovers over you, before he mutters, “Nuh-uh, you’re gonna be patient, or I’ll make you wait till we get back to your place. Yeah?”

You nod, slightly lifting your head higher in an attempt to kiss him, your eyes locked onto his lips. He lifts his head higher this time, “I need you to say it, baby. Say you got it.”

You finally look into his eyes before speaking, “I got it.”

In an instant, he kneels to the floor, gliding his hand along your thigh, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. You knew exactly where he was going as you spread your legs for him, giving him easier access to where you really needed his touch. As soon as he is met with the delicate material of your panties, he groans, the fabric soaking wet. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You giggle in response, another groan leaving his lips. It seems like his patience was testing him too as he wastes no time pulling your panties to the side to rub his fingers up and down your slit. The sudden stimulation makes you throw your head back in pleasure. 

After a few swipes back and forth, he kisses your thigh, causing you to look down at him, “You’re so wet for me, fuck…you think you’re ready for me?”

You’re breathless as you respond, “Yes! Yes, I’m ready. Please.”

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he marvels, “but, I think you can be wetter than this, baby.”

You’re about to object when he pulls your dress up higher until you’re fully exposed. “I can make you wetter,” he hooks his fingers around your panties, pulling them down, “will you let me make you wetter?”

“Frank, please–please.”

Frank lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, causing you to lean back on your elbows as he wraps his arms around your thighs. The cold air fluttering over your core sends a shiver down your back, but Frank’s mouth quickly remedies the cooling sensation, causing you to gasp. 

His tongue quickly found its way to your clit, giving it a few delicate licks before he sucks on it. You can’t help but reach down to his hair, tugging and pulling on the dark strands. And suddenly your head was spinning, and the feeling of his mouth on you started to feel too good, “I’m gonna cum…oh god.”

With the sound of your whines, he pulls away, causing you to look at him with confused and slightly angry eyes. He rises from his knees and starts to undo his dress pants, pulling at the belt with one hand, “What did I say about being patient?” 

Sighing for what felt like the millionth time tonight, you don’t object, not wanting to prolong this feeling of being on the edge. 

Once Frank was finished with his belt, he unbuttons his pants, pulls down his zipper, and wastes no time pulling everything off, revealing his cock. Holy shit. He was hard, and there was no doubt he was thick. You look at his cock for a while before you look back at him in disbelief, “Now I know why you needed me wetter…Jesus, Frank.”

He chuckles, “You gonna keep looking at my cock, or are you gonna let me fuck you with it, (Y/N)?”

His choice of words shock you into silence, only three words escaping your lips, “Fuck me, please.”

You pull your legs into your chest, giving Frank easier access. Rubbing his tip up and down your folds, he groans before pushing into you. He’s slow with his movements, easing you into the new feeling. You both let out a collective breathy sigh when he bottoms out, the stretch making your walls pulse. And of course, Frank feels it all, “You’re fucking swallowing me, taking me so well–-shit.” 

You can’t bear to hold yourself up anymore, opting to lay on the desk when he starts to pump faster. Frank is hitting that sweet spot in you, and you cannot get enough of it. Delicate moans are heard from you, but they quickly build up until the sound of your pleasure reverberates off the office walls. 

Softly placing a hand over your mouth, he mutters, “Shh, there are people in the other room, and they can probably hear every single sound coming out of your pretty mouth.” You’re too far gone in pleasure to care, or to quip back a witty response. You just lay there and take his cock, and he’s hitting all the right spots. Frank can feel you tense around him. He knows exactly how you’re feeling. “I know you’re gonna cum,” he releases the hold on your mouth to pull down the fabric covering your breasts, giving your hard nipples a pinch, “do it for me. Let everyone out there know how good I’m making you feel.”

You cum, and you cum hard, for him. Your senses are flooded by ecstasy, the feeling making you shake. You can feel Frank still pumping into you as you cum, helping you ride it out. In your hazy state, you are suddenly aware of Frank’s grip on your hips when you look up at him. He’s so close. With your core still fluttering around him from your orgasm, it doesn’t take long for him to pump you full of his load. The feeling of him painting your walls makes you moan again. 

Frank takes a breath before he pulls out of you, looking at the mixture of both your arousal spilling out of your swollen pussy. You’re adjusting your dress when he looks back up at you, taking a mental picture of your current state when he pulls his pants back up. He sees you wince as you slowly sit up, a flood of worry washes over his face,  as he places a hand behind your back,  “Hey, you okay?”

“I’m all good,” you stretch out your neck, “who knew laying on a hard desk would hurt your back? Not me, that’s for sure.”

He smiles before planting his lips on yours; but this time it wasn’t lustful, it was caring, it was soft. You can’t help but bring both hands up to his face, gently holding him. As you pull away, you suddenly realize why you were here in the first place, “Wait! What about the information you needed?” He keeps his gaze on you as he reaches into his suit pocket, pulling out a small thumb drive. Your eyes light up in amusement before giggling, “You’re pretty good, but what was with that pouty attitude earlier? Hm?”

“Just needed to be close to you,” he answers nonchalantly.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in again, “Like this?”

He nods, “Just like this, baby.”

Your cheeks were warm, admiring every feature on his face, you could see him better when you’re this close, “Let’s go home. I’m pretty sure everyone in a 50-foot radius heard me, and now I’m embarrassed.”

“Alright,” he gives you one more glance up and down your figure, smoothing out a wrinkle in the gown, “let’s go.”

“Mission accomplished?”

“Mission accomplished, sweetheart.”

--author's note: GUYS!!! first frank castle fic, we are so up right now. i've been waiting to craft this up because he's so delicious and so tortured, i need him so bad. THANK YOU anon!!! this request is picture perfect! MY 200 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION IS STILL GOING ON, so send me a request if you love me (im jk...no i'm not). don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! okay, bye ily<3333

#marvel #fluff #smut #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle smut #frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #frank castle x you #the punisher #LLFTD 200 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

[smoft-demons]

About pacts

The game is kinda ABOUT the pacts, but somehow I feel like the concept is not fleshed out enough in canon. So I’m fixing that! I am making them so fluffy, I am developing them into the magic QPR bond of my dreams lol

(Brief mentions of blood and sex under the cut, be warned)

Ok so. In the game, the pacts have four key functions: 1, allows the human to give the demon binding orders. 2, gives the human a way to amplify the demon’s abilities and strengths. 3, implied, gives the demon a way to do the same thing for the human, to lend them their own strength. 4, allows the human to summon the demon basically for free. Have him on speed dial, I suppose. Summon with no ritual, no spell components, no nothing except an incantation.

That’s cool, I like that. But like,, iirc the game says nothing of the mechanics of this, or how the pacts feel!

I think pacts should be a mildly psychic connection. Nothing like what Beel and Belphie have going on, and no actual ability to put words telepathically in your demon’s head (and vice versa), but like… an Awareness of each other, muted and vague when you’re not actively reaching out through the pact, but just enough that like,, you can feel them vaguely in the back of your mind. You know they’re alive, and you can mentally reach for them if you want to.

When you ARE using the pact, it doesn’t HAVE to be for one of the aforementioned four functions. It can also be… just a mild mental ping, like tugging on a string or tapping them lightly to get their attention. When they reach back, the bond opens up a little bit more, to allow the passage of emotions, flashes of memories, even awareness of about how far you are from each other and what direction you’re in. All entirely voluntary, no invasive mind-reading, but you can mentally share what you want with each other.

I feel like the pacts don’t have to imply romance. But, they DO imply partnership—not necessarily exclusive partnership, in fact probably it isn’t an exclusive sort of thing by default. Plenty of demons have multiple humans, and plenty of humans have multiple demons. The sort of partnership that doesn’t really have a standard box to fit into by average human reckoning. Queerplatonic partnership. Close, emotionally intimate, committed, devoted. But not necessarily having anything to do with attraction, romance, any of that.

These pacts can be purposely strengthened, to make communicating with each other like this easier. Strengthening the signal, if you will.

The key to that is two things: emotional intimacy/trust, and sharing vitality (or however you wanna phrase it. Vitality, life, essence, soul, etc. I mean this to encompass a few different things, and none of those words is a perfect fit for all of them. Let’s say there’s an untranslatable word in infernal that fits perfectly). Specifically, the human and the demon make mental contact through the pact with the intent to strengthen the bond, then do whichever of the sharing vitality/essence/life/soul things that they feel like doing.

For example:

Kissing. An emotionally intimate thing to do that involves sharing fluid. DNA counts as essence, and this is a way of combining it. A textbook, effective way to reinforce a close bond. Doesn’t even strictly have to be romantic! It CAN be for sure, and usually is, but like… you can also kiss the homies out of platonic affection if you want to. Especially if the homies in question are demons in a pact with you. This is normal and chill to them.

Also, simply sharing the same air! Pressing foreheads together (think keldabe kiss minus the helmets), noses touching (i think this is called kunik). Sharing breath. This absolutely counts as sharing vitality. Also, afaik this is a thing people would only have the instinct to do with someone they really love. It’s such a soft, peaceful thing that doesn’t make sense in any other context but trust and devotion and emotional intimacy. Super good way of reinforcing a close bond!

Obviously sex works for this too. Obviously. It ticks all the boxes: reinforces a close bond, combining vitality/essence, can be very emotionally intimate. Probably the most textbook option.

In the other direction, possibly not quite as expected but totally works if you think about it: bloodshed. I’m sure it’s common enough in the ritually combining blood sort of way, but also… think about fighting at your pacted demon’s side, or getting wounded and then being rescued (seems more likely, especially in part 1), and both of you bleeding. Physically supporting each other, spilling your vitality onto each other, each wiping blood off of the other and patching each other up in the aftermath of an altercation. Really, you can’t get more devoted and trusting than that.

Food, as well. Taking a bite of something, then feeding a bite to your pact partner. Your food is the source of your vitality, in a similar way to breath. It’s your life. Sharing food with this intent absolutely works. It works even better if it’s food you made, and/or familiar food that you love in such a way that it’s part of your identity. That way, it works twofold. The physical effect of metabolizing the food is your vitality, and the identity aspect—feeding a loved one something that resonates with who you are—is sharing your essence/soul.

This one’s a bit of a reach, but I think it still works—tears. Experiencing something that makes both pact partners cry, be it a sad story, an emotional conversation, painful events, etc. Supporting each other through that, feeling compassion for each other, comforting each other. There’s no shortage of intimacy, devotion, and trust in this. On both an emotional and physical level, this counts as sharing soul/essence/life.

Sharing soul/vitality/essence/life (whatever the fitting word for this in infernal would be) on purpose like this would absolutely bring pacted partners closer together. Strengthens the bond between them, helps them understand each other, reinforces the love. Strengthen a pact enough and eventually you won’t even need the incantation to summon that demon.

_______

(I am planning to put this in my rewrite of obey me season 1 with my own MC, of course. Once I progress enough to start posting it, that is lol)

(but also, maybe, if I find the inspiration, I might write gn reader!MC oneshots with these concepts. Pls let me know if you think I should try! Also, anyone is more than welcome to use this for your own writing if you want)

EDIT: I wrote a oneshot! The time when my MC found out that strengthening pacts is a thing, with Beel and Mammon. Here it is!

#obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me headcanons #obey me worldbuilding #obey me pacts #pact headcanon #adhara’s brainrot #obey me brothers #obey me mc #obey me writing #my writing #obey me brainrot #just concepts #i like it so much tho #QPR of my wildest dreams lol #queerplatonic relationship #quasiplatonic #queerplatonic #I am aroace and it shows im sure

[peterman-spideyparker]

Half-Wrong (College!Matt Murdock x college!fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Howdy folks, ya girl somehow caught Covid during the worst week possible! I have a 102 fever and I don't really remember writing this cuz I've been taking a lot of naps, so if it doesn't make sense and has errors I'm sorry. I saw that Owen Sleater gifset (iykyk) and rolled with it. Enjoy :)

Summary: You have been attracted to Matt Murdock ever since the pair of you met at the coffee shop on campus on move-in day, but you knew he'd never feel the same way about you - this became especially true once you got insight on his romantic life. So when you find him waiting for you after you come back from a date, you take a chance.

Warnings: Sweet platonic fluff, close friendship vibes, kissing, smut (oral - f!receiving, sexy oral m!condom put on, protected sex, p in v sex), swearing

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, ofc (Cassie)

Word Count: 2,844

“C’mon, just a little more,” you huff as you move your run to a jog on the sidewalk. “A little bit more, and then we’ll be back at the dorms.”

“I don’t get why you think this is the best way to exercise,” Matt huffs as he puts his hands up in a T shape.

“You like boxing, I like a good run. Potato, potahto. The thing you should be thinking about is why you repeatedly agree and continue to go on runs with me,” you pant as you untie the tether that you use while you run—with Matt being unable to see and just how hard you imagine running with a cane would be, a tether to your waist to guide him and gently keep him out of the path of obstacles seemed like a good option.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve figured that part out yet, either. I mean, you do agree to box with me which is nice. But I think I just like spending time with you. Although, being tied with you does kind of make me feel like a dog.”

“Ah, but you’re such a kind, pretty dog with soft hair,” you smirk, ruffling his sweaty hair. “Such a good boy.”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, his cheeks flushing beyond the rosiness from the run. “Help me get to the cafe in the student union and I’ll buy us some waters.”

You press a kiss to his warm cheek and place his hand on your forearm. 

“Hey, are you still gonna join Foggy and I at Josie’s tonight?” he asks, his breathing sounding like it’s starting to return to normal as you both enter the nearby building.

“I thought that was tomorrow?” you return, navigating the pair of you through a small little self-serve concession area.

“No, tonight. You have plans?”

“Don’t sound too shocked.”

“I don’t mean it like that.”

“Okay. Then how did you mean it?”

“Well, just that you haven’t had plans in almost a year,” he exaggerates as he takes the waters you hand him.

“Excuse me, I have plans,” you say as you take the waters back and scan them, Matt rooting around in his shorts for his student ID.

“No, you have plans with your other friends semi-regularly. You never have date plans,” he clarifies as he swipes his ID to pay.

“I’m sorry all of us can’t be you with a new companion every few weeks.”

“I don’t have a ‘new companion’ every few weeks.”

“Oh, come on, Matt, don’t deny it,” you say as you drink your water. “Right now, it’s that girl from that IP law class, before that it was a dental student, then I think an international relations major? But let’s not forget about contract law girl, estate planning—.”

“Okay, fine, I’ve had a lot of short-term relationships.”

“Well, that’s great for you, but that’s not what I’m looking for,” you tell him. “I mean, I don’t expect anything right now to last forever, but, I don’t want it to be a four-week thing and then be done with it. If I’m gonna make plans with someone, it’s because I think I still might be making plans with them in five months.”

Matt nods and drinks some of his own water as you move back outside and in the direction of our dorms. “So, what’s this guy like? Where’d you meet?”

“Cassie actually set us up,” you say. “She said that he seemed like my type, like a really good guy.”

“Well, then, I’m happy you have plans tonight. I hope it goes well.”

“Thanks, Matt. I do, too. I mean, I have no reason to think they won’t. Just tell Foggy I’m sorry I’m gonna miss him tonight.”

“Of course.”

“Do I see a wild (Y/N) in one of her natural habitats?” you hear Foggy call from across the quad.

“Speak of the Nelson, and he shall appear!” you smile as he comes to wrap you in a hug. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“(Y/N) has a date tonight,” Matt says with a devilish grin.

“Matthew!” you say, giving him a swift whack. “This is exactly why I don’t tell you things.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m happy for you, really.”

“I am, too!” Foggy chimes in. “I’m bummed that it means you’ll miss drinks at Josie’s, but, it’s about time you get dicked down.”

“I need to hang out with more friends that are girls,” you sigh, taking a look at your watch. “I gotta go now if I want to take an everything shower.” Kissing each of their cheeks, you wave goodbye and run off to your dorm to get ready.

“I just don’t see it going anywhere,” you sigh as you enter the main lobby of your dorm building.

“Really?” Cassie asks over the phone.

“We work on paper, but there wasn’t any spark.”

“Maybe the spark is gonna take some time.”

“A spark shouldn’t take time, Cass. It should be right there I didn’t feel anything.”

“You can’t pin every guy against Matt, you know.”

“I’m not comparing everyone against Matt,” you scoff incredulously. 

“Yes, you are. Ever since you met. I bet you felt a spark with him.”

“So what if I did? It’s clear he didn’t with me, but . . .” You sigh and shake the thought out of your head. “I’m not an option for him. He’s a good person, but more importantly, he’s my friend. I’m not gonna spend my time fantasizing about something that’s never gonna happen.”

“HA.”

“You are so mean.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just a funny concept—you, not fantasizing.”

“Rude.”

“I’m your oldest friend, it’s my job.”

“I appreciate it. Listen, I just got to my door, I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay, (Y/N). Sleep well.”

“You too.”

Hanging up, you sigh as you put your phone back into your bag, hiking the strap up over your shoulder, slipping out your keys and undoing the old locks. You toss your purse on the nearby table, but freeze in your tracks when you see someone sitting on your bed. Not any someone. Matt.

“You shouldn’t be in here this late,” you breathe.

“I shouldn’t be in here at all,” he says softly, folding his glasses and putting them on your nightstand. “But why do something half-wrong?”

You slowly start to close the gap between where he sits and where you stand. “Matt . . .”

“If you want me to go, I will. Just say the word.”

“. . . Why now?”

“I don’t know. I just . . . I realized tonight when I was at Josie’s with Foggy that if you’re going to be kissing anyone, I want it to be me.”

You don’t care what you just told Cassie. Honestly, you don’t care about anything or how this could complicate your friendship or any of the consequences. Instead, you move to your bed, climb into his lap, and kiss him. That spark you first felt with Matt when you met is a full-blown lightning bolt now, every last bit of you tingling with electricity; you know Matt feels it too from the way his hands slide up your back and how his fingers card through your hair. Matt leans back on the mattress, letting you take the lead as you make out. His kisses gradually grow more aggressive—the clashing of teeth, nipping, squeezing, and grinding. Matt rolls your bodies over on the bed, eagerly but carefully pulling off your shirt.

“Please tell me you were anticipating this and have condoms on you,” you pant as he peppers kisses all over your torso.

“Mmm,” he hums into my body. Oh my God, I think I just came. “Four.”

“We’re using all of them.” You feel how his lips curl into a smile against your body, making you writhe before you scream out when he starts to suck on the sweet spot on your neck.

“Ambitious,” he hums, licking and kissing at the stinging spot on my neck.

“Oh, well, you know me,” you grunt, your fingertips scratching his scalp. “I love to go above and beyond.”

“Let’s shoot for two,” he says into your collarbone.

“Don’t think I can handle using them all?”

He lifts his face up to be level with yours. “I’m saying that you won’t be walking straight after one. If we use more than two, I’ll be carrying you around campus for a week.”

“Sound like a challenge.”

“It’s a guarantee.”

You both smile brightly before you kiss, and you bunch up the cotton of his shirt exposing his soft skin and toned muscles something out of a romance novel.

“Like what you see?” he smirks.

“You’re too cocky for your own good,” you sigh as you run a hand down his exposed body. “But as a matter of fact, I really, really do.”

“Well, if you’re thinking of doing what I think you are, angel . . . Tonight is about you, and treating you right. How I should’ve treated you a long time ago.” He leans down and kisses your lips before moving the embraces along your cheek to just below your ear. “Sit back and relax, sweetheart. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

You sigh as he presses kisses down your chest, nipping at your cleavage and soothing the sting of any bite with his lips. You pant in excitement under his touch as his hands wrap around my back, unclasping your bra and sliding it painfully slow off of your body. You let out a sigh and toss your head to the side as his lips wrap around your nipple, one of his hands on your free breast while the other hand holds onto yours. Matt takes his time as if he’s trying to map out your body in his mind with his lips. Gazing down, you catch a glimpse of how happy Matt looks as he drags his lips further down your torso, pressing a long kiss on your belly button before unbuttoning your pants to shimmy them off your legs. Tossing them to the floor, he kisses all the way up your legs before spreading them apart to nestle his face against your covered core. You whine at his careful and deliberate movements, lifting your hips to help him slide the fabric off. Matt’s fingers gently spread you open, exposing yourself completely to him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes. “So perfect for me.”

Carefully, he lets out a soft breath on your pussy before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Oh!” you cry out. “Fuck . . .”

Your toes curl as Matt works his magic, and your eyes flutter shut as you let your mind get caught up in all the things that Matt is making you feel. If you had known he could make you feel like this—if you knew he even felt an inkling of the same way toward your, you would’ve done something to let him know that you care about him more more than a friend.

“Matty,” you breathe, running your fingers through his hair. “Oh, Matt, just like that. So good.”

You watch as Matt tries to lift his gaze upward to meet yours, his beautiful hazel eyes sparkling with delight as he eats you out. You swallow hard, throwing your head back as you feel your orgasm quickly approach. You cry out when you feel him slide two fingers into you, curling them just right to throw you over the edge. Your body arches off of the mattress as you cry out, your thighs clenching around his head. Matt’s tongue cleans up every last drop of your arousal before kissing all the way back up your body.

“You taste so good, angel,” he murmurs into your lips. “You ready for me?”

“Please,” you breathe, kissing him deeply. “I need you.”

He grins, kissing you again before leaning back and undoing his pants, shimmying them down enough to free his cock from the fabric before he reaches in his pocket to grab a condom. He is absolutely huge—delightfully so, and I feel the space between my legs instantly flood at the sight of him. Now what he said about not walking straight makes total sense, and not Matt just being cocky.

“All the way off,” you demand with a smile.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip in excitement as he gets completely naked while you tear open the little foil package.

“C’mere,” you grin as you drink him in as he kneels on your bed, completely and utterly bare.

Matt licks his lips, doing as you ask, folding his arms behind his head. Fuck, he has to know what he’s doing when he rests like that. Carefully, you crawl over to him, putting the tip of the condom in your mouth before you wrap your hand around his base and bring your head down his length. Your jaw hurts as you go down his thick cock, but you manage to get it all the way down. When you get back up, you see how lust-blown Matt’s expression is, how flushed his cheeks and chest are.

“That was so fucking hot,” he hums. “Get over here, angel.”

With a smile, you move to meet him in a kiss, a new passion in the embrace that hand’t been there before.

“You ready for me?” he breathes.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly as you dip down for a kiss.

With firm hands on your hips, he guides you down on his cock. You moan in harmony as he gets deeper and deeper in you, and it feels like you’re going to get split in two the further he goes. When you’re all the way down, he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

“Are you okay?” he breathes when your lips part.

“I’m okay,” you assure him. “You’re big."

“And you’re tight,” he smirks. “You good for me to move?”

“Oh, fuck, please.”

“Such good manners.”

With another kiss and a smile, Matt wraps his arms around you so your back is on the mattress and he’s hovering above you. You feel the sweet sting from the drag of his cock as he pulls out before pushing back in, testing and stretching you slowly as he starts to establish a rhythm. Your lips part as you feel more pleasure with each of Matt’s thrusts, one of your hands moving to his bicep and creating little crescent moons in his soft skin as he moves faster and faster.

“Right there,” you breathe. “Shit . . . Matt, yes, right there.”

“Good girl,” he hums. “So good taking my cock like that.”

“K-Kiss me,” you stutter, feeling your second orgasm approaching.

Looking at you tenderly, he leans down and kisses you long and slow, staying lower to keep little space between our bodies.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, kissing your cheek. “So perfect.”

“Matt, ‘m close,” you whimper.

“Whenever you’re ready.” His hand cradles the side of your face, kissing you once more.

You bite your lip, stifling your moan as you come around Matt, your body clinging to his as he continues to move his hips, his skin flushing as he grunts, approaching his own release, spilling into the condom. He kisses you all over as your breathing steadies, pulling out and tossing the condom into the trash before wrapping you in his arms and kissing your wherever his lips can find skin.

“Matt,” you chuckle softly as he sucks marks into your collarbone.

“Shh,” he hums, kissing the marks to soothe them.

“Matt, it tickles!”

You feel his lips curl into a smile as he presses kisses up your neck. “I’ve always loved your laugh. This is just another way I can hear it.”

“And it’s another way I can see your smile.” You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You know, I bet if you give me enough time in between, we can use up all the condoms.”

“You think?”

“Nothing saying we can’t try.”

“Ambitious girl,” he smiles.

“It’s part of my charm. Why you like me. Why we work well together.”

“One of the reasons, yeah. There’s plenty of others, though.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.” He kisses your forehead. “I’ve got a whole list.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

You giggle at the silence and look at him. “Are you gonna tell me any?”

Matt’s fingers trace aimless patterns on your skin. “I think you already know them, angel. But I’ll tell you one every day. Today, it’s your ambition. Tomorrow . . .” He lets out a breath. “It’ll be whatever feels right for me to point out.”

“Well, I’ve got a list, too. And right at the top is how safe you make me feel. How special you make me feel. How loved." You kiss his chest. "Tomorrow’s something might have to do with your nose.”

Matt’s expression is filled with tenderness, closing the gap between you once more, holding onto you and letting you rest right above his heart.

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Ink and Destiny - Part 3

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I've had a hectic week. Thank you for all the support with my writing, I love you all ahhh.

@lilianelena39 Thank you for asking to be tagged! I hope you like it.

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The days that followed were filled with shy touches and hidden smiles. It’s only been a week since you went on that date with James, and it hasn’t left your mind since. 

After eating, he’d ask you to read to him, you spent the rest of the date muttering the love story to James as he lay on his back, making comments now and then. 

The awkwardness of the first date was long gone, and you found yourself growing comfortable around him. He seemed more comfortable around you too, with the way he gripped your hand tightly in his or the way he relentlessly teased you. 

You were still quiet, barely muttering a few words but James filled in the silence. 

He was holding your hand now, you two having run into each other whilst you were on your way to the owlery. James had decided to ditch Sirius and Remus, claiming you were much nicer than them- earning a giggle from you and a scowl from Sirius. 

“You never finished that book,” James muttered, breaking the peaceful silence. 

“I didn’t know you wanted to know the ending,” You said honestly, James looked genuinely offended and you had to bite back a smile. 

“Of course I do, the letter was heartbreaking.” 

You grinned, “Well if you must know, he proposes again and she accepts.”

He let go of your hand, placing his hands over his ears as if it could erase what he just heard. “Spoilers!” 

You couldn't help the laugh that burst out of you, “The book came out years ago! There are spoilers everywhere!”

“Yes, but I was trying to hint at another date where you read to me again but I guess that’s not possible since you’ve told me the ending.” He grumbles, feigning anger as he reaches for your hand again. 

“Well…I never told you what happened to the others.”

He took the bait, “I am dying to know what happens with the others, so maybe if you’re up to it we could go on another date, say, this Saturday?” 

You pretended to think for a moment, “Saturday, hmm, I’m not sure.”

You both stop at the entrance of the owlery, James pulling you into him slightly. You couldn’t stop the blush painting your cheeks.

He’s never touched you like that before.

“I’ll beg if you want,” He whispers, laughing when you playfully hit his arm, cheeks redder than a tomato. 

“No begging is needed. Saturday is fine.” It left you three days to plan your outfit and mentally prepare. 

James grins triumphantly, following you around the owlery, hand still gently placed on your waist. 

—

You stared at the wobbly heart drawn on the inside of your wrist. You hadn’t noticed when it appeared but your eyes can’t look away. 

Not all soulmates are together romantically, sometimes they are platonic soulmates, hell, on rare occasions they’re enemies who despise each other. 

But there’s a part of you that hopes you and James are romantic soulmates. There’s also a part of you that’s still unsure about him. You two are complete opposites, you’re quiet, he’s loud, and you shrink away at any attention on you whereas James thrives in it. 

“Opposites attract, it’s basic science in the muggle world.” Lily had reassured you when you voiced your concerns. Maybe she was right. Merlin, you hoped she was right. 

But you push those thoughts away for now, noting you only have half an hour to finish getting ready. You’ll talk to James about your thoughts. If there’s one thing you hate most in romance books it is the miscommunication trope. 

You hastily draw a sloppy heart back before returning to your makeup. You keep it simple, applying a couple of coats of mascara and some concealer before adding lipgloss. 

Your outfit is simple, black jeans and the top you feel most comfortable in, paired with a thick coat to keep out the cold weather. 

You reach The Three Broomsticks in no time, relishing in the warmth. Noting James isn’t here yet, you find a secluded table in the corner.

A minute later James walks through the door, nose red from the cold. He perks up when he spots you, smiling warmly and he takes the seat across from you. 

You notice the heart on his wrist as he sits, his coat pulled up like he was staring at it just a moment ago. 

“You always seem to be here earlier than me, perhaps on our second date I’ll arrive an hour early to beat you.” Your heart flutters at the thought of him already planning a second date.

You’re silent, mind racing for something snarky to respond with. James doesn’t seem bothered by your silence, instead asks you if you’d like a butterbeer and you nod your head gratefully. 

You take the time he’s gone to calm your thoughts. It seems as if you haven’t pushed those thoughts from before down far enough.

“The weather has changed drastically since our first date, don’t you think?” James asks as he sits back down. You nod your head. Just two weeks ago you were wearing dresses but now it seems as if it’s going to snow at any moment. 

 “Climate change.” You respond dumbly. 

“I hope you brought the book with you, maybe we could find a quiet place for you to read for me. Or we could head back to the common room and you read to me there.”

You shake your head, “I couldn’t bring it, I didn’t want to risk bending it by putting it in a bag but didn’t want to risk getting it wet either.”

James seemed disappointed, “Later then, when we get back.”

You nod your head dumbly. 

“Are you okay? You’re awfully quiet.” James’s eyes shine with amusement, a hint of concern peeking through. 

“Do you think we’d be happy together?” You blurt, taking a sip of the butterbeer to busy your fidgeting hands. 

“Yes,” James answers honestly, with no hesitation. “Do you not…think we’d be happy together?” He asks rather nervously. 

“We’re quite different from each other.”

He ponders for a moment, “Different isn’t always a bad thing, Love. We balance each other out.”

“Oh.” You’ve never thought of it from that perspective. Awkwardly taking a sip of your drink, you meet James’s eyes. “I just… I’m not used to attention- I hate it actually- and you’re popular so I can’t help but think once everyone finds out we’re dating they’re going to pay more attention to me.”

You’ve only met a couple of times since the first date, and besides the walk to the owlery, it was in secrecy. 

“We don’t have to tell people straight away- whatever this is. It can be our little secret, for now, Love. Is there anything else worrying you?” 

You shake your head. “It’s not very secretive if we’re sitting together in broad daylight in one of the most popular stores in Hogsmeade.”

He drains the rest of his drink, “I guess we’ll have to find somewhere else to go. Come with me.” You don’t miss the glint of mischief in his eyes but go to follow him anyway. 

“Where are we going?” You whisper, desperately trying to catch up as he runs through the snow. He stops a few minutes later and you attempt to catch your breath as you examine your surroundings. 

“Where are we?” You ask when you don’t recognise the place. There's nothing and no one around, just the path you came from.

“You’re not going to murder me are you?” 

James laughs, stalking closer, “I don’t plan on it, no. I’m rather fond of you.” 

Your heart skips a beat, “Even if we’re so different?” 

He nods, a small smile painting his face as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Of course, my Love. It would just be boring if we were so alike.” 

You nod your head in agreement, “It would, wouldn't it?” Ever so slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as one of his hands go to hold your jaw. 

His lips touch yours and like last time they’re soft and warm but unlike before, the kiss is filled with hunger.

He pulls you closer against him and you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. James immediately deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across yours and you pull away in shock. 

He doesn’t let you go far, nose burrowing into your neck, “I’m sorry, Love. You just taste so good.” 

“Oh,” you whisper, breathless.

He laughs, “Yeah, Oh.”

—-

“That's how it ends?” James asks you, peering up from where his head lays on your lap, your hand threading through his soft curls. 

You’re laying on your bed. The common room was too busy and James stated the boys would just bother them if they went to his room so you shyly offered to read to him in your room.

The girls were all doing their own thing tonight, thankfully giving you and James time alone. 

You immediately thought of other things you could be doing alone but James seemed determined to hear the rest of the book and you weren't sure you wanted to do those activities with him yet. 

“I don’t get why that’s your favourite book,” At your offended look he continues, “Sorry, Love, but that's such a bad ending.”

You laugh incredulously, “It’s not a bad ending! They end up happy and in love.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” He jokes and you roll your eyes. 

“If you’re not a hopeless romantic then I want you to leave right now.” You point to the door playfully and James leans up, face inches from yours. 

“I’ll become a hopeless romantic for you,” He mutters, looking at your lips. 

“Good.” You push him off the bed and he groans in fake pain. “Go to bed, the girls will be back soon and I’ll never hear the end of it if they spot James Potter in my bed.”

“Fine. I want to see you soon though, maybe after the Quiddich game next week?” 

“Won’t you be too busy celebrating the win?” 

“You think we’re going to win?” He asks, happiness and shyness clear in his voice. His cheeks turn red when you nod, “I can think of other ways to celebrate the win with you, Love.” 

You roll your eyes, playfully pushing his shoulder. “Go.”

He taps his lips and you can’t help but blush. You mean for it to be a quick peck but James has other ideas, tilting your head as he kisses you deeply. 

He places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck before leaving with a quick wink. 

As soon as the door closes you let out a squeal, kicking your feet as you hug your pillow to your chest tightly. 

“I heard that.” James’s voice resonates through the door. 

Your cheeks flush, “Go away.” 

His footsteps fade and you relax into your bed.

It’s only until the next morning that you notice the words on your wrist.

I’m kicking my feelings and squealing about you too. Not so different after all.

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[riitah]

[chocolate kisses] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: gojo satoru is your best friend, and always will be. nothing more, nothing less. despite you having rejected him years ago, there was no awkward tension between the two of you. in fact, to everyone else, it seemed as if you two were already a thing well before gojo had said anything. holding hands, sharing sweets, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders – these were things couples did, no?

yeah, but everything was strictly platonic. from your viewpoint, anyway.

but lately, you’ve been getting this strange sensation near your chest whenever the two of you decided to do something that required physical contact. and these beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that you didn’t think much of before now put you in a trance whenever he takes off his blindfold.

how could you confess your feelings when you were the one who refused his?

WORD COUNT: 1.5k  

HONORABLE MENTIONS: special thank-you to my beta readers “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom” and forel :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’ve recently started getting into Jujutsu Kaisen and, though I don’t exactly have a strong romantic attraction to him, Gojo’s been on my mind a lot. After reading several pieces of fanfiction about him, I decided that I wanted to write my own (honestly his personality’s probably gonna be so influenced by them 😭). So enjoy a small oneshot featuring this man, the first work on my blog that isn’t Genshin related.

Also, we’re gonna pretend that the Jujutsu world pumps out daily newspaper articles that only sorcerers can access 😁👍

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer. You would’ve liked to add “self-proclaimed” in front of it, but there was no denying how powerful your best friend was. Especially after you personally fought him one-on-one.

You scowled and turned off your phone, freeing yourself from having to continue reading the article titled, “Gojo Satoru, the World’s Strongest Jujutsu’s Sorcerer, has Defeated Yet Another High Grade Curse and Saved Millions of Lives!” with his – as much as you hated to admit it – gorgeous face plastered smack in the middle of the screen every few paragraphs. Were all of the exclusive Jujutsu World newsletters and their long-ass titles about him now?

“(Y/N)!” someone shouted from outside the door. Moments later, a certain white-haired individual popped his head into the room, a gleeful smile on his face. “You’re still here! What’re you doing?”

Speak of the devil.

You sighed in response, massaging your right temple as you mentally prepared for another lunch break spent with this man. “Toru, don’t you have anything else to do other than coming here to bother me?”

With an exaggerated gesture, he clamped one of his hands over his chest and tilted his head to one side. “I’m hurt! Don’t you enjoy my company?”

“The day I got assigned to the seat next to you back when we were students at Jujutsu High was one of the worst days of my life.”

“Aw, c’mon, we both know that I made your high school years the most enjoyable!”

He strode into the room – quite indifferently, a sharp contrast to his previous overdramaticized display of sadness – and with him, his intimidating aura. Despite his laidback attitude, he did carry a pinch of…

You squinted at him as he set down a paper bag on the coffee table and plopped down next to you with his legs spread wide as if he was trying to get into your personal space without actually doing so, quietly searching for a word that fit.

“What’s up?” He noticed your gaze and turned to look at you, a smirk resting on his lips. Despite his eyes being covered by the blindfold that he constantly paired with almost all of his outfits (which is…just one), you could tell that there was a teasing glimmer in them right now. “Finally regretting rejecting me? Hm?”

You snorted at the joke that he’s made one too many times, and when he leaned in you lightly pushed against his chest. “You wish. And stop occupying 75% of a couch that’s meant to fit at least three people.”

To this, he closed his legs and scooted closer to you instead. The wood creaked under his weight as he gently pressed against your side.

Your arms resting against each other.

Your breathing syncing.

His head moving to rest on top of yours.

You playfully rolled your eyes and indulged in his intimate behavior like you always did. Only this time – along with the various other times the last few weeks – every touch felt electrifying and sent shivers down your spine.

You pushed these weird sensations aside, entwining his fingers in yours, something you’ve done well over a million times. His hand felt rough, calloused – all from training, you knew. A direct piece of evidence that proved just how much work he put into becoming the best of the best. A direct piece of evidence that proved why he held the title of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and not you.

Biting down a surge of jealousy, you closed your eyes and gently laid your head on his shoulder. Noticing how his posture felt somewhat stiff, you started rubbing invisible circles into the back of his hand – just the way he liked it when he felt stressed.

You heard him exhale, a quiet sound that exited his body with poise and ease. You weren’t sure how anyone could breathe so elegantly, but here he was. And, just as you expected, his body sank lower into the cushioned seats as the tension left it, pulling you backwards.

For several moments, everything felt tranquil. Then, he just had to ruin it with a, “(Y/N), your heartbeat’s accelerating,” the smugness in his tone evident.

You harshly elbowed him and pinched his cheek, pulling on it hard.

“Ow!”

You half expected him to turn on his Infinity, but your fingers remained in contact with his face with no signs of slipping.

“Okay, okay, it didn’t – now will you please let go?”

You released him from your grasp and he rubbed at the spot, which was now red. “You know, if you wanted to touch my face so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

“Are you asking for a slap this time, Gojo Satoru?”

“Will that make you stay with me until the end of your break?”

“No, that’ll cost you another five slaps.”

“So mean! My presence should be more than enough to cover for it.”

“Not everyone’s obsessed with you,” you huffed indignantly before readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. “Get that inflated ego of yours checked out.”

He merely chuckled and pulled you closer to him, moving his thumb to the area where your pulse resided. “But are you sure you’re not in love with me? (Y/N)?”

His voice dropped an octave when he drawled out your name. And your chest tightened in a way you couldn’t explain. Without even realizing it, you dug your fingernails into his skin, your breathing shallow.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you managed to say with a shake of your head.

“Keep pressing your sharp fingernails into my hand and I’ll start bleeding.” He laughed, and then, before you could apologize, added, “And I mean, why else would you be reading an article about me?”

“You – you saw that?” you whispered, horrified. Just how long had he been watching you before he made his presence known?

“So you are head over heels for me?”

He was half teasing, and half serious. You didn’t know how you should respond and looked down at your lap.

Seconds lapsed by in silence, but they felt like an eternity. Without alerting you to what he was doing, Gojo slid his blindfold off and shook his head a little.

Then he parted his lips, his voice more sincere than you’ve ever heard it.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?”

And you reluctantly obliged, heart nearly stopping when you met his pretty blue eyes.

His messy hair, now no longer supported by the black piece of fabric, swept over his forehead like a blanket of snow. And his eyes, half lidded as he stared down at you expectantly, sparkled like rare jewels in the dim light.

They were beautiful. He was beautiful.

You wondered if he was just doing this to guide you towards the more favorable answer to his second to last question.

“Please tell me the truth, (Y/N).”

You swallowed thickly, unable to look away. Mesmerized.

Entranced.

The way he said it made you want to give in with a simple “yes.”

“I–you–? I mean–”

When you finally spoke, words tumbled out of your mouth out of order, reducing whatever meaning you meant to put behind them to nothing but a mess of letters.

“I…I think so? I don’t know–”

And Gojo stared at your reddening face all the while, his serious façade breaking as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in amusement.

“Let me ask you this, then.”

He brought his face closer to yours, the distance between the two of you almost enough for the tips of your noses to touch.

“What do you feel when I do this?”

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his finger slightly brushing against your cheekbone.

“Or when I touch you like this?

One warm hand caressed your cheek, a faint scent of chocolate wafting to your nose.

“…giddy,” you mumbled, the proximity and skin contact making you a little dizzy. “And nervous, I suppose.”

His eyes flickered from your (E/C) ones to your lips.

“And what if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now?”

The same hand trailed down your jaw until it reached your chin, where it stopped, awaiting your answer.

You didn’t know what sudden wave of confidence washed over you, but the next words that left your mouth weren’t products of a stumbling, stuttering mess.

“I’d let you.”

Without wasting any more time, he closed the remaining distance by bringing his lips to yours.

They were soft – just like you had imagined them to be, if not better – and tasted like chocolate. As he pressed himself against you, you ran your hand through his hair, enjoying every declaration of love he mumbled against your lips.

“You made me wait years for this, you know. Really uncool.”

You giggled when he leaned down to steal another kiss, arms still wrapped around his neck. “I know. Consider it punishment for constantly teasing me for more than an entire decade.”

Your competitive streak didn’t die down, no. But for now, maybe you could see him as something more than just a best friend and rival.

You smiled as you watched him grab the bag he placed on the table earlier and dig into it to hand you your favorite box of chocolates.

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and the only one who has your heart.

#gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x you #gojo x female reader #jjk x you #jjk gojo satoru #oneshot #y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo satoru

[misshoneyimhome]

So I’m thinking thoughts I shouldn’t be this early in the AM any whoooo, Will may be kinky and chill but tbh doesn’t really seem to me to be a boyfriend that would want to share you with someone - a rando threesome when he’s single yeah for sure - but you’re his human so he’d go feral seeing you with another dude YET I feel like maybe with Auston going through a bit of a slump he’s someone Will trusts and could be added to the equation for a boost in team morale ya know? 🫠

Oh, I'm well aware, babe! 😍 So, I've been thinking... and I've got an idea 🙈 I might even just have unlocked a threesome I didn't know I needed! Is it too much? Or not enough? Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it 😛

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Warnings; 18+ smut; threesome, Boyfriend!Willy x Reader x bestfriend!Auston; fingering; oral sex (f and m recieving), unprotected sex (p in v); i think that's about it

Word count: 3K

Lifting Spirits

William never once imagined finding himself in this situation – here, in his own bed, alongside you and one of his closest friends. The three of you were nearly completely unclothed, and it was clear to everyone what was about to happen.

**

The whole situation began around six months ago when William had started noticing the subtle hints, where there were those shared glances loaded with unspoken desire between you and Auston.

Your connection with Auston had always been special, and it would have been naive to deny the chemistry. However, despite the great rapport and banter, your feelings towards him were purely platonic. He was a fantastic friend, someone funny and wonderful, but you never harboured any romantic feelings for him.

William was your boyfriend, and your love for him was unwavering. And every day, you made sure he felt that love and devotion.

Even though William had previously been quite the charmer with the ladies, everything had changed when he met you. You walked right into his heart, and he never wished for it to be any other way.

You were his everything, and although he had never been one to believe in such fairy tale notions, you had made him believe in the concept of a true soulmate.

Therefore, the playful banter between you and Auston didn't faze him much. He had complete trust in you, knowing deep down to his core that you were his and his alone.

Yet recently, there had been a noticeable shift in dynamics, not necessarily in a romantic manner, but a slight blossoming in the bond between you and William's teammate seemed to be emerging.

And this transformation might have been linked to Auston going through a rough patch. Despite his strong start with three impressive hatties, he hit a slump, affecting both his streak and overall performance. And it took a toll on him.

You had of course tried to support your friend, offering a comforting presence and a listening ear, however, it felt like something more was lacking.

To Auston, you held a unique place – not just a friend, potential girlfriend, or sibling figure, but as someone he could confide in openly without any reservation. Either you’d always have a quick wit or a comforting response ready at hand.

And while he understood that your heart belonged to William, he couldn't deny finding you incredibly attractive. Your radiant smile, captivating eyes, and infectious laughter held a magnetic charm for him. But he would never jeopardize your friendship or put you in a position to choose. It wasn't even a consideration. He knew he'd never be the one chosen, and strangely, he was completely ok with that.

So, during this period when his hockey skills weren't at their peak, Auston found himself turning to you once more. However, this time, he confessed that perhaps he needed more than just a friend to talk to. He longed for a connection similar to what you and William shared.

You had initially suggested to Auston to find a casual hook-up to lift his spirits, but it seemed that solution didn't quite fit the bill.

And after spending a few hours with Auston and unable to uplift his mood, you came home and turned to William to discuss his friend's situation. As teammates, everyone's psychological state could significantly impact others, and it was evident that Auston's struggles were affecting the team.

"I don’t know what to do, Willy," you shared while lounging on the sofa with your boyfriend. "He's really not himself... I might not be a hockey expert, but it looks like he's lost his touch."

William nodded in agreement. Auston's struggle wasn't just during games; it extended to training sessions and work outs, and his usual upbeat mood seemed to be notably absent.

"Hmm, maybe we should find a way to cheer him up," William suggested, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I suggested the same, but he's not keen on meeting anyone, especially not hooking up with strangers," you replied, offering a gentle smile as both of you brainstormed ideas.

But then after a few moments of contemplation, William's thoughts drifted to a suggestion he never thought he'd consider. And he tentatively began, "Well, um... there might be something."

-

He remembered a moment during the off-season when some of the guys had gathered for some quality time and a casual chat on a late summer evening. Mitch had suggested playing a round of truth or dare, a typical scenario among the players.

Then the conversation turned to Auston, who opted for truth. The question posed was nothing extraordinary for such conversations, but it stirred the summer air into a sudden hush. Everyone was curious to hear the answer from the single forwarder.

"If you had to have a threesome with a teammate and their partner, who would it be?"

The query hung in the air, and while it might have been a standard 'guy talk', it brought an unexpected moment of silence among the lads.

"Well, I think I'd go with my man Willy and y/n," Auston had chuckled. It wasn't much of a surprise to anyone. William knew Auston had an interest in you and had shared a few thoughts about you in the early days, before your relationship with William became serious.

-

Back on the sofa, William pondered whether he should bring it up, deciding to do so, partly to see your reaction.

"You know, Aus might not feel up to being with any random girl, but..." He paused briefly, clearing his throat before continuing, "I know he'd want to be with you..."

You glanced at William, a puzzled expression on your face. Did he just suggest that you sleep with Auston?

"Willy... you mean, like... I should sleep with him?" you asked, seeking clarification.

William chuckled slightly. "Well, maybe not just the two of you, I'd be there too."

You weren't entirely sure if he was serious, but there was a sincerity in his tone that made you consider his words. The attraction towards the Scottsdale lad had crossed your mind, but the idea of actually sleeping with him was something you hadn't entertained before.

"Is that something you'd really want?" you asked gently, observing William's expression for any signs of insincerity, yet finding none.

"Sure, I mean, I don't like the idea of sharing you with anyone, but if I had to, it would be Auston. I know there's an attraction between you two, and he's drawn to you – but I also trust him, and you know I trust you with anything..." William explained, a hint of a smile on his lips, his eyes conveying honesty.

Your lips curved into a smile as you searched his eyes for any hint of falsehood, yet again finding none.

You genuinely believed that this was something he also desired, an offering to his friend, yet you knew William would still want to maintain control.

Your sex life with William had never been boring. And while he had experienced a threesome or two in his single days, and although you had considered it, both of you hadn't ventured into that territory together.

Being his girlfriend, William was particular about whom he'd involve, trusting someone completely because he wasn't comfortable with the idea of others touching you. However, Auston was an exception.

"Okay," you spoke softly, surprising your boyfriend slightly. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to do it."

"Yeah... I'm good with it. Besides, I do think it might be hot," he murmured, leaning in towards you, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, his hands encircling your body. "You'd look incredibly sexy."

The mere thought of being entangled with both William and Auston set your mind racing, and without hesitation, you pulled William into a passionate and intense kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

**

In this moment, there you were, nestled between your boyfriend and Auston without a barrier, all three positioned on your knees on the bed. Auston faced you while William was behind you, and their bare torsos pressed against your skin, their hands exploring your body cautiously, ensuring they didn't accidentally touch each other.

William gently swept your hair to one side, planting soft kisses on the nape of your neck, occasionally nibbling lightly before trailing down to your shoulder blade. Meanwhile, Auston engaged in kissing you passionately, his tongue intertwining with yours.

Naturally, before diving into action, the three of you had had a conversation about boundaries and limitations. Although William was open to sharing you with Auston, his teammate's eagerness to join in swiftly prompted him to establish clear ground rules.

it was ok for Auston to kiss you on your lips, with tongue.

He could eat you out as much as he’d like.

And you could suck his dick and he was even allowed to come in your mouth if you were ok with it.

He had to make you come before himself.

He wasn’t allowed to bite or mark you in any way.

And finally, he could fuck you in your cunt, if he wore a condom or made damn sure to pull out and not come inside you.

William didn’t like to share that much if you with him. He was the only one who could come inside you. Surely you were on birth control so no danger there but filling you with his cum was just something else.

As you moved your mouth in sync with Auston's, sharing saliva, your hands sought a place to settle. His chest felt suitable, while he held your face and William gripped your hips.

The three of you shifted gently, switching positions, when you broke away from Auston to turn and kiss William, and Auston focused on the other side of your neck.

It was a bit chaotic and disorganised, yet undeniably pleasurable. The room filled with warmth, sweat, and a mix of raw desire and sexual tension.

Amidst the kissing, William's hand found its way down to your most sensitive spot, delicately rubbing your clit, and your kiss with him broke, as you released a soft moan from your lips. Auston eased back a little too, his hand joining William's but travelling further, slowly inserting two fingers with ease inside you. They were slightly rougher compared to William's touch, yet similarly substantial, akin to how you'd imagined his cock might be.

Their eyes were fixed intensely on your face as you leaned back against your boyfriend for support, relishing in the pleasure they were giving you. You could sense William's hard member against your lower back, prompting you to glance down and notice Auston's erection, restrained in his boxers.

"Shit, she's so wet," Auston murmured as his fingers glided in and out of your warmth, already coated with your juices. "And fucking tight. I can't wait to be inside her."

The sheen of sweat adorned your bodies as the temperature rose between you all.

"Remember the rule, Tony," William spoke softly, sensing your trembling against him. "Her pleasure comes first."

Auston nodded, continuing his gentle movements with his fingers, while William persisted in stimulating your sensitive spot. And you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to reach climax; you’d already been all riled up before anything had even begun.

"Then allow me to taste her," Auston proposed, and William simply nodded, both men tenderly withdrawing from your body.

Sensing a void within, you offered the boys a pleasant smile before they guided you to lie back on the bed, your head resting against the pillows.

William lounged beside you, planting tender kisses, while Auston settled onto his knees at the edge of the bed, leaning forward to come close to your heat with his mouth.

And as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, his gentle licks between your folds elicited a louder moan from you, causing you to close your eyes and grasp onto the nearby sheets.

William's intense gaze remained fixed on you as he softly pleasured himself, occasionally glancing at his friend's attentiveness between your legs. "Good girl," he murmured, noticing how much you relished Auston's ministrations. "Show Auston how good you can be for him," William whispered softly.

This experience brought more enjoyment than he had anticipated. Watching his friend satisfy his girlfriend while still retaining control, being able to signal when to proceed or halt, was a thrill for him.

Your moans echoed like a sweet music to him, growing louder as Auston continued his work on your cunt. He licked, sucked, poking your entrance with his tongue, and you found yourself becoming as mess for him. Sensing your impending climax, you surrendered to the mattress, as your heavy breaths escaping your lungs.

"Oh, Auston, yes… I'm… I'm coming."

With his nose subtly nudging your clit and his skilled tongue at work, you released a loud relief, arching your back as the rush of orgasm overwhelmed you.

"Fuck," you breathed heavily, gradually easing down from the intense peak.

Auston, wearing a smirk, withdrew from pleasuring you and stood to remove his boxers, revealing his proud cock. And leaning on your elbows, you shared a kiss with William, silently expressing gratitude for the experience, before offering him your best puppy eyes.

"Darling, let me taste you," you whispered softly.

With a satisfied smirk, William nodded gently, rising from his relaxed position to kneel on the pillows, facing you and Auston.

"On your hands and knees, babe," he softly commanded, and you eagerly complied.

Understanding the unspoken cue, Auston returned to kneel behind you, aligning the tip of his member with your entrance and resting his hands on your hips. Gently pushing inside, you released a deep gasp as his considerable length filled you.

"Shit, she's tight," Auston exhaled, feeling your inner walls enveloping him. And his cock matched your imagination: thick and lengthy, akin to William's, and incredibly pleasurable.

"I know, she's such a good girl,”  William praised you, softly running his fingers through your hair, his own cock eagerly awaiting your mouth.

And as Auston gradually began moving his hips behind you, stimulating your inner walls, you glanced up at your boyfriend and opened your mouth, inviting him to enter.

William licked his lips as his erection met yours, inviting him into your warm mouth, skilfully manoeuvring your tongue to explore every inch of him.

Leaning back slightly, William released a moan as you pleasured him with your mouth, while Auston continued to hit you deeply, making you drip with juices.

And with a bit more coordination, the three of you established a good rhythm. Auston thrusting into you, while William rocked his hips, allowing you to take him deeper into your throat. As you breathed steadily through your nose, you let saliva cascade down his shaft, having almost teary-eyed from the overwhelming pleasure.

William's fingers entwined in your hair, anchoring you in place as your entire body moved along with Auston's rhythm.

"I'm getting close," Auston softly warned, prompting William to halt and look down at you.

"Take good care of him," he commanded once more, withdrawing his member from your mouth and shifting from his position.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you refilled your lungs with air before Auston repositioned himself in front of you. Your hungry gaze met his, then lowered to his erection, causing you to instinctively lick your lips.

With a satisfied grin, Auston guided himself between your eager lips, emitting a moan as you took him in fully, coming to taste yourself.

"Fuck," he exclaimed.

"Oh, and just so you know, she's amazing at that," William chuckled lightly, positioning himself behind you and reconstructing the previous formation before entering you again.

Swiftly settling into a steady rhythm once more, Auston quickly neared his climax. His breaths grew erratic, his eyes closing shut.

"Yes, y/n, I'm gonna come," his husky voice announced, followed by a groan as he released his load into your mouth.

And as William continued thrusting into you, you eagerly swallowed all of Auston's release, ensuring he was thoroughly cleaned up. Yet, it didn't take much longer for you to declare your own impending climax.

"Willy, I'm coming," you gasped, your legs trembling as you tightened around him, letting yourself go to a second orgasm.

William skilfully maintained the pace through the intensity, but your tightness pushed him close to the edge as well.

Swiftly withdrawing, he flipped you onto your back, securing your legs around his hips as he entered again in missionary style—a position he adored, allowing him to be close to you, exert himself fully, and reinforce the feeling that you belonged with him.

"I'm almost there," he moaned against the curve of your neck as your harmonious moans filled the air.

"Come for me, baby," you urged, and with just a few more thrusts, William released into your depths, his panting echoing the intensity of the moment.

The experience had been incredibly intense. And lounging beside you, Auston couldn't help but beam with satisfaction.

It had been beyond his wildest imaginations of the chance to be with you like this.

Glancing up, William tenderly withdrew and settled on your other side, allowing the mixture of your fluids to trickle gently from your core.

Smiles lit up your faces, the aftermath leaving you all euphoric, as you turned to Auston, unable to suppress a smile.

"I hope this lifted your spirits a bit, love.”

"Absolutely," he replied, still catching his breath.

"Good," you simply smiled.

**

Then after spending a couple of hours cuddling and unwinding, Auston bid farewell, leaving just you and William in the condo, and your boyfriend wore a serene smile as he joined you in bed after a post-sex shower.

"Hey," he spoke softly. "I love you, you know that, right?"

You nodded, matching his gentle smile.

"And about what went down with Auston... I'm happy we did it for him, and I just really hope you enjoyed it."

Your eyes met in a tender exchange as you responded gently.

"Darling, it was truly incredible..." you expressed softly, pressing your lips lightly together. "But if it's okay with you, I'm more than happy being just us two."

William couldn't resist smiling at your endearing nature and simply nodded.

"Don't worry, babe. I prefer it like that anyway.”

#my asks #18+ #nhl smut #william nylander imagine #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #wn88 imagine

[helloescapist]

Request:

-Headcanon prompt, SFW/platonic

-Uzui with a tsuguko whose personality is the complete opposite of him. They dress plainly, look plain, are very quiet, socially awkward, air-headed and seldom smile or show strong emotions. Still, they have good hearing and are very hardworking and loyal. The reader also enjoys playing the piano when they're not working.

Hello, hello!

*phew* for a moment there, I almost felt called out! This is a request that actually, hits close to home especially the plain clothes, and because of this, I had a lot of fun poking at the dynamics of the plain tsuguko versus the flashy hashira. 😂 So, please be fore warned, that these jokes are never intended to actually hurt you, or any other readers.

Counterpart Tsuguko Headcanons | Tengen Uzui

Word Count: 3143

Setting: Tengen x gn!reader [reader is his tsuguko, platonic]

Content Warning(s): brief mentions of combat, wounds, SFW, platonic.

Summary: headcanons of Tengen Uzui with a tsuguko is so unlike himself, the work relationship struggles, and room for growth for the both of you!

A/N: for whom it may concern (me, it concerns me), pianos entered Japan in 1823 making it fairly reasonable that reader can play piano.

To be honest, polar opposites will always have conflicts that occur in their relationships, whether you wish to pursue a romantic relationship, friendship, or just maintaining a friendly work atmosphere, and in Tengen’s case there are some exceptionalities to keep in mind.

Initially, you flew under his radar. No, you weren’t even on his radar, and any brief interaction whether it was brought on by a bump in the hallway upon the Ubuyashiki Estate, or the Butterfly Mansion, was quickly looked over.

Completely forgettable, the most he likely did was spare a passing thought for how sad your world must be, derived of even a hint of flashy presence.  

No in fact, I believe there is only two circumstances in which you attracted his attention, such as the chance opportunity of running into one another on the field, your abilities would peak his interest and might tug his interest, but realistically. I still feel like the monotone combination of your haori choices in tune with your slayer uniform, not a single distinguishing feature met by the mutable lack of  depths of your personality, he would pass you by.

Nothing personal, he is a man of flighty fancies, and anything that touches too close to his past will make him feel stifled.

Tengen Uzui’s days of living as a mere shadows on the frays of humanity are long gone, he will not allow his presence to be snubbed from existence anymore, and in some ways, I imagine the mute way in which you conduct yourself would bring forth painful memories of his clan, his siblings, his father. Best to skip you over, besides would you even give a reaction if he were to probe, or tease?

Probably not, there’s just nothing to be gained.

Therefore, I imagine that the retired shinobi would likely have to be forced to act as your master, to undertake you to training, and thrust the position of securing his Sound Hashira title upon your own shoulders. One in which he’s unsure if you’re even capable of living up to his standards, but for all his uncertainty, I was after all the Master who recommended you.

An unusual request of Ubuyashiki one in which he held such gentle regard over tea with the Sound Hashira as he gauged the sincerity of hopefully approaching retirement with his wives—a dream that the Shinobi had long since cultivated, and one that the Master wished to see through. To allow a man who had dedicated himself so much to the corps, the opportunity to relax, and taste a life of flashy normalcy.

The formal request for Uzui to consider taking a tsuguko, a tactful place on the Master’s part. The depths of his heart knowing that despite how easily Uzui could be drawn to wanderlust, he may never truly relent his ties to the Demon Slayers without someone to inherit his burdens.

Tengen of course, submitted, as any of the Hashria would if the Master inquired upon a favor. From one so minor, to one as particular as this. Allowing Rengoku to secure your meeting, the retiree ninja was of course curious.  You have been on the receiving end of Rengoku’s caretaking a time or two, but who hasn’t?

How bold could one be to have garnished Ubuyashiki’s own recommendations, and the buzz of which Rengoku regarded you before undertaking the introductions had reassured him the promise you must bear.

The Flame Hashira is one of which kindles hope, energy, flamboyant in the very manner of his speech dripping to the vibrancy of his heart, and features. You must be full of promise.

What a disappointment.

Face to face with a blatant stare as stale as the one the Water Hashira so often carries. Head to toe, dressed in the standard uniform expected of the demon slayer.

No hint of individual embellishment such as the hairclips the Insect Pillar carries, nor even the touch of modification that Shinazugawa wears. No, the most unique aspect of your state of dress was the black montsuki that and women alike could be caught wearing routinely stripped of even the clan crest at the breast.

Boring.

So much to the point that the Sound Hashira was certain that if he were to sneak a peek at the in seams of the haori, there would not even be a touch of hidden pattern. Stale, practically robbed of any color, and the blank expression in which you appraised him.

Unaffected by the bold attributes of his dress, and the flex of his hard-earned muscles. The overtly formal, and polite bend of your back, if anything averting your eyes beneath the glistening of the many gemstone adornments.

The nerve of you, seemingly so unimpressed by the absolute god that stood before you.

If you’ve met him prior, Tengen will bluntly tell you that he cannot remember, it’s clearly your own fault.

No, the initial impression is likely that stale, left on the counter over night rice had more personality, but he accepted the annoying duty, nonetheless.

Only because of the Master’s request, but he will do everything he can to shake you from his care.

The beginning rounds of him trying to stifle his duty—by which I mean at your meeting, he had already come to the conclusion that he will force your resignation of tsuguko by any means necessary.

You’re haunting his presence with your plainness.  

The first initiation the man will push you through is a strict raiding of your wardrobe. He will dress you head in toe with the most flamboyant clothing, under the strict opinion that if the Sound God is expected to tolerate your shadow, the least you could do is represent. How did you make a black monotsuki PLAINER than it is by default?

No, he will force you through a variety of outfit changes, adjustments, until he finds something that pleases him. The goal is entirely for you to lose your composure—either enough to humor Uzui, or to outwrite draw your resignation.

Literally, trying to force your hand, but little did the sound breather you are just as dedicated to your post as he is jiffing you. Begrudgingly, you’ve left the shop adorning your superior’s selection of a haori bearing a tiger, flame, and flowers.

It’s ugly.

You know it.

He knows it.

But who will fold first?

From there Uzui is likely to push you through so many horrible trials of training that Mount Sagiri is shamed of his tactics. Dodging kunai knives. Sampling minor poisons, forcing you through endurance run after endurance run, having elicited the assistance of his wives to force your retirement.

Each one dutiful, if not concerned as to the means in which he has determined your trials. Each one knowing that despite the way he expresses how plain you are, the reality is that he does not wish to endanger another person in his own affairs. So, they lament. Each contributing to their husband’s whims.

Makio falls more in line with Tengen upon your behavior. The stale state of which you appear unphased or unbothered is likely to agitate her from time to time, and because of this, she’s more likely to be combative.

The perfect person to force you through training in Uzuis opinion. The kunoichi is steadfast in safeguarding her family, that if Tengen has determined you are not up to par to be his tsuguko, she will carry his will into forcing your retirement.

Yet, the awkward way you shuffled around the kitchen, doing your best to begin the breakfast prep despite the way the sun has yet to rise. Your face littered with scars, scathing marks of the training of days prior, unafflicted as the way you wash the rice. She is softening.

Is likely the first to realize just how dedicated you are to upholding the position of Sound Tsuguko in all of it’s dignity—but she’s still going to push you until her husband alleviates her of her post.

Where Makio has been steadfast and temperamental, Suma will delight in the gentle way you regard her. The small blush or unsettled way you struggle when she draws near. Delighting in the obvious discomfort you have with her proximity, so unlike that of an of the Uzui clan.

She’s going to think you’re the most adorable tsuguko to have ever joined the corps. Especially in which the inevitable way you end up awkwawrdly soothing one of her tantrum spouts, the way you had successfully caught her off guard in training.

The obvious risk of disappointment Uzui may feel is in her inability to be a successful kunoichi even if she’s retired. Like he’s capable of feeling anything other than affection for any of them.

Yet, as illogical as the reasoning is, Suma cannot fight the way her tears spill over, and her wailing meets the trees ushering birds from the area. Nor can you fight the awkward shift of your blade, the internal war that has stricken between your nerves before you awkwardly pat her head, doing your best to sooth her tears in the most rigid of fashions.

Then, there is Hinatsuru who cannot ignore the gentle way Tengen says your name. The small touch of pride in his features after the wives report your progress—or well, lack of advancement to putting one sandal out the door.

The progress of your training drawing upon his esteem. The first of any of them to pick up on the real reason why it is Uzui wishes to push you from his services—the former shinobi never having been given the proper ability to communicate how having someone under his ward, under his care always leaves him unsettled.

The man is more aware of his own risk-taking behaviors than others, and as a tsuguko, your duties are to follow wherever it may be that he leads whether to the entertainment district, or to hell, and because of this, the Sound Hashira would rather you resign, or fall under another Hashira’s instruction.  Like Tomioka’s.

It is in the small moments in which she bandages a scathed cheek at the end of the day, one of Makio’s kunais having successfully landed its mark in which the small slip of your mask has trembled out. The small confession that though Uzui’s methods are unorthodox, you cannot help but admire his confidence, and his pragmatic approach to life.

And in that moment, she is certain that you are more alike than either of you realize. Such as the way that you can be caught playing the piano late at night as a means to escape the way your thoughts may attempt to rob you of your confidence.

They have all heard you, yet none dare to confess their intrusion. Perhaps in fear that you may stop playing altogether, losing your resolve to combat each of Tengen’s whims.

The beautiful hit of keys, of emotions that dare to spill from your fingertips and lose yourself in the melody in the middle of the night is when Uzui has (not really) admitted defeat. 

There is a touch of spark within you after all.

Though he will never state it out loud in this case, rather, he’ll allow the muted return of haori, one in which he had rejected upon your initial shopping trip to appear in your accommodations.

In the case of Tengen, you both will have to accept that your relationship will not do well unless you learn to let bygones be bygones, and try to remain open-minded to both of your needs.

Tengen is by nature, an exhibitionist.

He thrives under attention and praise. On one hand, there are perks in his ability to command a room, as well as your denial of the spotlight. In most missions, this means that Tengen will take the blows, draw all the rage of demons to his self, and allow you the opportunity to go for the kill.

He will put on a performance, while you perform discord from the shadows. Where he is the bellow of a drum, loud and demanding, Uzui sets the pace, and draws attention, you are a flute.

Quiet, outspoken, and carried by the wind. The notes are delicate and untouched allowing you to reach where others may not. But, just as with any band, timing is everything, and as time and trust solidifies, you will make for a lethal pair.

While you may at times become exasperated with his antics, and wandering, the Sound Hashira may at times feel the same way for your ability to remain in place--- he doesn’t get it, but that does not mean that either of your view points are wrong and without purpose.

In battle, in training, and even in the opportunity to ease yourself from demands, both are important. Uzui has the ability to strike first, to wander fearlessly, and blaze a trail. He can and will size vacation time without giving an absolute shit about how it may affect those around him.

The good news is, the Sound Hashira will encourage a voice you never imagined lurked beneath your surface—the ability to back talk the Wind Hashira if he has infringed upon your duties, or to allow yourself to actually take care of yourself with little remorse.

Okay, you actually feel really guilty, but Uzui is at your side shamelessly committing an escapade with little regard, and it’s kind of comforting.

You are two sides of the same coin. On one side, you have the Sound Hashira who does not hesitate to wander, and adore attention, and seize respite, and because of this, he’ll gift you the ability to take care of yourself more, without fear that you are disappointing others.

He’ll encourage bold questions, the smallest quip of a smile upon realizing that you have added a olive haori, or a small pin to your otherwise bland outfit.

Something that once would have provided you with internal discord, now a small touch of individuality upon your uniform. I mean, he thinks you could definitely use more, but baby steps. He’s so proud of you.  

The Sound Hashira’s ability to step back and actually acknowledge that though it may feel like a small change to him, it is in fact a significant step for you—is all your influence.

Whereas, you have this ability to motivate him. To help him feel as though he is just a little closer and closer to retirement, and get his bones moving in a beneficial factor to the Demon Slayer Corps. Able to place a little bit more substance in his long-term goals.

On the other, while Uzui does NOT like to be tied down or stationary, as long as you allow him the ability to live life without a leash, he will actually enjoy how thoughtful you can be. The natural consideration you have for others, your ability to coordinate times, dates, in short his schedule—its all essential for him to be able to live life on the edge.

Someone is dutifully cleaning up his mess.

On top of it, he’s likely praise your ability to think out of the box, a side effect of your ability to balance life. In fact, it’s your natural ability to get along that helps to tidy up his dealings with the other Hashiras.

Connection and communication is something that as you can imagine from your initial interactions took quite some time to get off the ground. It likely resulted in a number of spats, your growing confidence giving you a touch of a backbone, and the ability to facilitate boundaries with the man, and because of this, it’s important to address how different your styles are.

Uzui is a blunt individual, and he doesn’t care if his words leave a little bit of a scar. He would much rather be to the point and scathing, than be askew, and coddle a situation rather than accept it for what it is. He is analytical, and is quick to rise to tensions.

While you may be more prone to approaching disputes from an emotional end—such as what led to the infringement. Where is it that tensions arose in the first place, and how might you approach this situation in a way that--- yeah he’s bored as hell and cannot cope with it, but as time goes on, he’ll learn to hear you out.

Just as you will adjust your own communication to details and practical applications without relying. You’re still communicating your needs, as well as acknowledging his own, but are learning that practical language and emotional language should be shifted to mee the others needs.

As time goes on, you will also have adapted to understanding that Tengen’s remarks are never personal, but rather informative ways to correct whether it’s how you handled a social interaction, or in your own swordsmen stance.

That being said, while the combination is one that you both likely met with extreme hesitation, it has the great potential to be one that is not only lethal, but allows you the opportunity to feel safe and secure in a balanced relationship.

Structured on trust, and dedication to one another, Tengen will take pride in giving you the means to meet conflicts head on, to dare to wear olive, or a mute pattern outside of solid neutrals, and you give him an unexpected place to ease into confessions. To quietly dispose concerns, confess the small nightmares of a past that crept up on him between drinks.

Similar to his wives, and the care he shows to the Kamado squad, I imagine that Tengen can and would put his life on the to protect you.

That he claims your accomplishments as his own, not in a narcissistic manner, but rather that of a father who is genuinely delighted to see how far you have come. You are the cat daddy didn't want.

Savors the rare opportunities in which you will follow his lead, the smile upon his face when he has introduced you to extravagant foods. The rare slip of a smile, and how you submit to the moments.

To laugh at his antics, to be dragged along into one of his whims. The moment in which you allow yourself to loosen up, and enjoy where the Sound Hashira will take you. The day in which you claim his position.

The day one that bears such significance to him. The distant memory of his distaste for someone so forgettable, now etched into his being. The widen of his dark fuscha eyes tucked under silver hair as he adverts his gaze with a knowing smile, drawn at the corresponding pattern seared into his face, at his eyes.

The buttons of your uniform, now golden in hue, and the faded amber haori with the faintest, familiar circular pattern at the corner of your sleeves, mirrored image of your sensei's unique marking.

He’s so proud of you.

damn it.

#🍡tsuyospeaks #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #tengen uzui x reader #tengen x reader #tengen's wives #I will never write tengen without his wives #uzui clan #uzui x reader #tengen uzui

[frvnkcastles]

FOR THE NIGHT ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When a string of dates ends terribly for you, Frank is there to comfort you through it.

Warnings: S*XUAL ASS*ULT (not by Frank), reader stops the date before it can go all the way, hurt/comfort, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s note: I’m back with another heavy one but this was a request and also based on my own experiences, I went through something like this a few weeks ago and I wanted nothing more than Frank to be real and throw hands on my behalf. Sending lots of love to anyone who might relate, you are so strong and so amazing <33

The first time you met Frank, you tried to kiss him by the end of the night. Granted, he was really handsome and you were a little drunk — the latter being why he rejected you with a soft laugh, his hands on your shoulders as he balanced you and bowed his head down so he could lock eyes with you.

”Hey, how ’bout I get ya home, sweetheart?” he suggested over the bustling bar noise, and a bit deflated that the attractive, tall man had turned down a feverish make-out sesh, you nodded in agreement and let him guide you out of the bar. With or without the liquid courage in your system, you would have trusted the Punisher to get you home safe, and he saved you the lecture of giving your keys to a near-stranger.

After that, you didn’t have it in you to try and make a new move. Maybe it had been because you were drunk; maybe it was just an excuse he was relieved to have. Either way, you didn’t want to find out, and so, as your paths kept on crossing, you kept a friendly tone to your words and made sure your fleeting touches didn’t cross the line between platonic and romantic.

”Y’know, I… I don’t really know how to do the whole datin’ thing anymore”, he confessed to you one night while you balanced a bag of ice against the purple corner of his eye. ”Not since, uh… y’know”, he added with a clear of his throat, and you gave him a quick nod to reassure you understood. Therein lied the second reason you avoided coming on too strong — the man had lost his wife, for God’s sakes. How you’d ever try and measure up… you didn’t even dare to wonder.

But that didn’t mean your feelings for him stayed casual. In fact, the more he showed up on your doorstep, the deeper the hole you had gotten yourself in became. Every time he sat down on your couch, brushed at your hand, locked eyes with you, you shovelled yourself further down and you doubted there was a ladder long enough to get you out by now.

As sneaky as you thought you were being, he noticed. And instead of letting it go unmentioned, he confronted you about it.

”Hey, sweetheart… I don’t, uh… I don’t think ’m really worth your time, yeah? Think you oughta find someone better. Someone who ain’t gon’ drag blood through your doorstep every night. Someone who’ll, uh, treat you right. Give you what you deserve”, Frank declared one night, your hands in the middle of wiping blood from his back, and immediately, as if his skin burned, you withdrew from him.

Silence invited itself into your bathroom and you felt hot with embarrassment — and all you could do was deflect. ”You’re the one who keeps coming over”, you whispered, swallowing thickly before adding a quiet, ”I’m done.”

At that, he grabbed his shirt from the edge of the sink, and you forced yourself to look away from the ripple of his muscles when he yanked it over his head. ”Yeah, ’m an asshole for that. I can stop—”, he began, but you cut him off with an exhale.

”Don’t. I don’t… I don’t want you to”, you pleaded, and pausing, Frank looked into your eyes and weighed his options. He could either be selfish and keep coming over, or he could hurt you by leaving. Neither plan sounded ideal.

”Aight, just… don’t slow down ’cause o’me. Go out, do your thing”, Frank pointed out, and nodding, you cast your eyes away from him. You wanted to take his hand, caress his cheek, just feel his warmth one more time, but before you could gather the courage, he was out the door and back into the night.

Still, you supposed he had a point. There was no fawning over a man you couldn’t have, was there? So, that night, you sat down and downloaded your go-to dating app back, determined to find company that wasn’t Frank Castle.

The next time that Frank knocked on your door, you were in the middle of putting on your favorite dangly earrings. Tugging your skirt lower on your thighs, you made your way to the front door, expecting to find your date but smacked in the face with the sight of a bloodied, bruised vigilante, instead. Despite his condition, his eyes widened just the slightest bit at your outfit, and with a surge of vulnerability under his intense gaze, you stuttered.

”I’m—I’m heading out, Frank”, you managed to get the words out, and with a deep sigh, he clenched his jaw.

”Shit, girl, ’m sorry. Shoulda called first”, he reprimanded himself, and shaking your head, you interrupted him with a hand on his chest.

”Hey, you can always come over if you need me. I gotta go, but… you know where the first-aid kit is. Do what you gotta do”, you gave him a smile and pulled him inside, encouraging him to take off his coat and make himself at home. You trusted him enough to leave him alone at your place, and that was a gesture that didn’t go unappreciated by him.

And fuck, he knew he had told you to get out there… but goddamn, his heart ached when he watched you leave, knowing that outfit was for someone else, not him.

It became a habit, then. You went on date after date, none of them really flourishing into anything more, and you liked it like that — you didn’t want a relationship, you just wanted fun and attention. You wanted someone to want you, to need you. You craved to be touched and cherished, and slowly, it grew into an itch you couldn’t scratch but tried your hardest to.

You fell into old habits quicker than you had anticipated. You had tried to kiss Frank on that first night for a reason, too — it wasn’t like anyone had tried to connect with you in the past. Everyone wanted one thing from you, and it seemed you had become good at it, too. You were just leaning into your strengths, you figured.

Frank, on the other hand, was stewing in jealousy. He was too much of a proud, stubborn asshole to tell you that, but every time you announced you had another date — or a hook-up, more like — his heart caved in on itself a little more, and he wanted nothing more than to take your hand and tell you to go out with him, instead.

Yet, he didn’t. But on one Wednesday night just like any other, it would have made all the difference.

It was the first time you invited someone to your home. A guy you had been texting for a few days now, and you had seemed to really hit it off. He liked photos of your body, and that was exactly the validation you needed — so, when he proposed stopping by your apartment after sundown, you said yes.

For the first time in a while, you were anxious about what was to come. Maybe it was your sixth sense going off, and you should have just listened. But when he rang your bell, you let him in, and all Hell broke loose.

He was on you like an animal, kissing you harshly, his rough hands pawing at your chest and sneaking into your pants before you had the chance to process any of it. You were on your back on your bed in a flash, your shirt off, his shirt off, and your mind was shouting at you, telling you you didn’t want any of this but your body couldn’t react.

Only when his weight was on top of yours, you had it in you to speak up. ”Wait… stop”, you whispered, and pulling back only for a second, he chuckled and then ducked down to kiss you again. You tried to tell him again, then again, but your words fell to deaf ears. Maybe it would feel better soon, maybe you just needed to relax…

But then, he undid the belt on his jeans. And when he moved his hips towards your face, his hand gripping your jaw, your instincts finally kicked in and you pushed him off of you.

”You need to leave, right now”, you managed to speak up, your voice wavering but when the guy tried to laugh it off, you grew firmer. ”I said leave! Get out or I’ll call the cops”, you threatened, and at that, he lifted up his hands in his own defense before picking up his shirt from the floor.

You turned around to point him in the direction of the front door, but when you did, you found Frank standing in your doorway, a deep frown etched onto his forehead as he assessed the situation.

”What’s goin’ on? You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, and looking between you two, the man you had invited into your home snorted.

”I see. You’re getting regrets ’cause you’re a cheating wh—”, he started, but Frank cut him off before he could finish.

”Hey!” he spoke angrily, his eyes dark as he glared at the man. ”Wanna say that again, asshole?” His fists were clenched by his sides, a scowl on his face, and it was in that moment you figured your assaulter was a complete idiot — any other man would have cowered in the Punisher’s menacing face, but not him. To you, that wasn’t a sign of bravery, but one of foolishness.

You were proven right when he made a move at Frank, about to start yelling, and Frank reacted within a blink of an eye, grabbing his hand and twisting his wrist until there was a crack. He didn’t let go of his fingers, but rather, squished them until the man was wincing in pain.

”You’re one lucky asshole that we ain’t outside this apartment right now”, Frank threatened, low and raspy, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t know what else to do but stand there, hugging yourself with tears in your eyes.

Frank shoved him towards the front door, and he finally took the hint, rushing out of the apartment with his tail between his legs — leaving just you and Frank, who instantly softened when he turned back to you with his eyes full of concern and his hands carefully reaching for you.

”Hey, hey, you okay? He do anythin’ to you?” Frank queried, and at his question, you nearly lost your composure. You couldn’t tell why the tears refused to fall, shock, maybe, but either way, you simply stood there in a violent tremble and stuttered when you tried to speak up.

”He—he touched me, he… he tried to…”, you began, your throat closing up on you mid-sentence, and putting the pieces together, Frank swore under his breath.

”Shit, sweetheart, I—I’m tellin’ ya, he’s gonna regret for ever even lookin’ at you. I’mma make sure he never does that to anyone else again, got that?” he spoke with a clenched jaw, before exhaling and taking a step closer to you. ”Can I touch you? That okay?” he whispered, and although you hesitated, you ended up nodding.

Frank wasted no time. He sighed and pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you while you simply leaned into him, frozen and unsure what to do or say. He shushed you gently, promising you it was going to be okay, his hand running up and down your back as he did. And you…

You just wanted control.

You looked up at him, and on a single second’s impulse, you leaned in to kiss him. Your lips only brushed together when he was pulling back, a surprised woah rising from his throat as he gently put his hands on your shoulders to keep you at an arm’s distance. Your heart shattered in your chest, and you lifted your hand to cover you mouth, shame flooding through you.

”Hey…”, Frank began, trying to let you down gently, but you interjected.

”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, I—”, you stammered, hiding your face in both hands. ”That was stupid, I shouldn’t… You… Yeah, you still don’t want me”, you blurted out with a dry laugh, and with confusion blooming on his face, Frank let go of you and tilted his head at you.

”What… Is this—is this about the night we met?” he asked with a frown, and when you only gave him a look, he gave you a sad smile. ”Sweetheart, you were wasted. I couldn’t do you dirty like that. And now, you’re… Hey, you just went through somethin’ real bad”, Frank went on, and with an embarrassed laugh, you waved your hand at him to dismiss him and his attempts to comfort you. You made a move to leave the room, but he took hold of your wrist, gentle but enough to stop you.

”I want you.” His words hung in the air, heavy and unreal, and certainly what it took to get your attention again. You looked back at him, and his head was ducked low, like he was the one embarrassed, all of a sudden. ”Yeah, I… I want you, sweetheart. Fuck, I dunno what my excuse is for not making a move sooner, but I guess I… felt selfish for dragging you into all my bullshit”, he started explaining, and at that, you couldn’t help but give a faint smile.

”In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a mess, just the same”, you pointed out, and with a quiet laugh, Frank nodded.

”Well I, uh, I like you just the way you are”, he insisted, his lips curling upwards into a soft smile. ”And it’d be my

honor to take you out on a real date some day. First… lemme just take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded, lips pursed into a grateful smile. ”It’s been a really shitty night”, you admitted, and with an understanding nod, Frank pulled you into another hug, holding you close to his firm chest.

”I swear to you, that asshole is gonna pay for what he did to you”, he whispered, his words like the most pleasant gravel in your ear, and you let your head drop onto his shoulder.

”Thank you for looking out for me”, you mumbled, and in response, Frank left a kiss on the top of your head.

”Thank you for doin’ the same, pretty girl.”

Momentary silence landed in the room and eventually you shuffled to move away from Frank’s embrace, but before allowing you to escape the conversation, he made a sound in the back of his throat to indicate he still had something on his mind. You faced him with a curious eyebrow, waiting for him to speak up, and he seemed to struggle to find the right words to properly express what he felt.

”You deserve everything. Y’know that, right?” Frank started, catching you off-guard. ”I ain’t sayin’ that I’m the best you could ever have, but these shitty people that you been seein’… I know they just wanted one thing and I want you to understand I’m not lookin’ for that. I want all of you. Not just the outside — although lemme tell you, you’re a fuckin’ stunner — but the inside, too”, he explained, effectively silencing you as you simply looked at him, touched, but in utter disbelief that he knew just what to say.

”Too much?” he chuckled nervously when you didn’t say anything for a while, and repeating his laugh, you shook your head.

”No, it was perfect”, you beamed up at him while giving his hand a squeeze, ”I really appreciate you saying that, Frank.”

He nodded. ”Yeah, well, I’preciate you. More than you know”, he muttered with a shrug, and your smile only widened, enough to make your cheeks ache.

”I’d like to know, though”, you countered, and with another chuckle, Frank licked his lips before leaning in to kiss your cheek.

”You will.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[animehideout]

hiii!love your writings so much! And MBTI content is just *chef's kiss* :D I was wondering,what do you think Toji's relationship would be with an INTJ? as he wasn't included in that part.I hope this is ok to ask! Thank you :3 (and happy New Year ^^)

TOJI FUSHIGURO X INTJ

a/n : Heyy fellow INTJ @steppenwolfofslytherinhouse I hope you're doing great. Thank you for this request and I apologize for this very late update🥹. I hope really you like this one 🤍✨

Note: I promise I'm working on your requests, sorry for taking too long but life is kinda hectic and I'm struggling to find motivation. I appreciate your patience ♡⁠˖

Attracted to each other:

You initially started off as allies. Toji would be drawn to your sharp personality and you’d find his self-confidence that has no limits very attractive and appealing. Both of you have a shared intellect, highly relying on the power of mind and intuition, that would make things work easier that way, especially if you’re paired together to get work done. When engaging in debates, challenges and insightful conversations, a spark would ignite between both of you, realizing that you’re attracted to each other in a romantic way not just platonic. INTJs and Toji are highly compatible, almost in every aspect. You’re both determined, brave and independent. Despite being lone wolves, when you found each other you started feeling less lonely, finding comfort in each other’s company even though none of you dares to admit it. Funny how both INTJs and Toji are straightforward and honest individuals, but would never admit their feelings. You might view feelings as a weakness at first, afraid that it may restrict you, given that INTJs appreciate independence and freedom, but you grew to realize that you have the same way of thinking and you’re willing to give each other your needed space, so things would definitely work out between you. You show your interest in each other through challenges, constantly competing against each other. Teasing  and wittiness are your kind of romance, both of you having a smirk on your lips. You always know what to say though, you never offend or bring each other down. You know when and where to stop. INTJs may be seen as complex individuals, exposed to misunderstanding and judgment, however with Toji you’d feel completely understood, even on deep levels. The more you get closer to each other, the more Toji gets you, effortlessly reading you like an open book even though you’re mysterious and secretive. And vice versa. Both INTJs and Toji are good at reading the atmosphere and analyzing other’s body language or hidden meaning behind simple words.  You have a strong connection that rooted from your uniqueness. You and Toji would feel more attracted and draw to each other every time you dive more into each other’s details, your romance blossoms as you explore the intricacies of each other’s minds and hearts. It’s like a journey of discovery, navigating the complexities and mysteriousness that you both carry.

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[sweetlves]

pov: daddy issues…

synopsis. for some reason you can’t fathom this strange feeling towards your teacher gojo satoru.

characters/pairings. gojo satoru x fem! student reader (platonic)

genre. fluffy fluff, angst

tw. implied past sa, thoughts of illegal relationship

a/n. *cue daddy issues playing*, ngl this was kinda lazy…also was inspired by me having crushes on random dilfs i see in public…

the snow looks as beautiful as ever.

it reminds you of a special someone. specifically your teacher. the worlds strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

walking down the campus, trailing behind your classmates. thoughts cloud your mind.

gojo satoru.

what is gojo to you? you don’t know yourself. he’s your teacher at jujutsu high. a strong man who wouldn’t hesitate to side with you, even if it means going against the jujutsu world.

but something is off. you can’t quite put your finger on it. just on the tip of your brain, getting you frustrated as time passes.

looking ahead you realized you had stopped walking. everyone is already far ahead. and suddenly a deep familiar voice speaks up from behind you.

“hey y/n, what’s up? something on your mind?” yes actually, specifically him.

“oh uh- well… yeah i guess….” you sigh out, slightly taken aback from his sudden appearance.

“wanna share? i promise i’m not that bad of a support system!”

“ah…it’s alright, you know, it’s… personal,” fiddling with your thumbs under the sleeves of your sweater.

“no problem, you can tell me if you feel the need to though. you’re my responsibility after all.” he says with his usual smile.

after being escorted back to your dorm room by gojo. you flop on your bed, head still puzzled with the thought of gojo. why can’t you stop thinking of him?? why is he so sweet?? why do you feel this strange feeling towards him???

is it normal to feel this way? for some reason he brings out this feeling in your heart, it’s suffocating yet warm and very hesitant. like it’s wrong to feel this way but another side of your heart makes it feel so right. is this love? or simply something platonic?

for some reason, you can’t tell. he is attractive. but would you date him? you don’t know? after all he’s your teacher; an adult and you’re still a minor. is it wrong to think like this??

there’s so many questions you want to ask yourself, but can’t answer.

you’ve been cooped up under your blankets, feeling like you’re going crazy from all this confusion. romantic and platonic racing across your head like a never ending war. why is it suddenly so hard to tell the difference?

you’ve never felt this way with itadori or fushiguro. why gojo, out of everyone why did it have to be him? a dark feeling of disgust and shame with yourself forms in the pit of your stomach. guilt being stuck in the middle of your throat, feeling like it’s suffocating and burning.

suddenly a knock interrupts your thoughts from spiraling even further. while taking deep breaths, trying to compose yourself, you get up and open the door.

and low and behold, it’s satoru gojo. the very man who has been driving you crazy for the past few weeks. he surely has felt your cursed energy going crazy from where ever he was earlier. that’s probably why he’s here.

“hey y/n”

“oh, hi gojo-sensei” you say meekly, trying to hide the obvious emotions displayed on your face.

“not to be nosy or anything, but i sensed your cured energy from the building over. just wanted to check up on you.” he says in his casual tone, a slight concern showing.

“mm, thank you, im okay though”

“your cursed energy says very different…” he pauses and his voice becomes softer, “you know you can talk to me about anything right? I promise. even though i may act childish, im still an adult at the end of the day…I’m always gonna be here for you.” you can feel his caring gaze through his blindfold. it feels almost piercing.

your mind pauses for a second. suddenly a warm flush spreads over your heart. it skips a beat. you stand there just staring at gojo, confused at how his words affected you so much.

“I…uhm…” you struggle to find the words on how you would even explain this situation to him.

“mhm, it’s alright..go ahead…” he ushers you on gently.

“uhm…” you feel claustrophobic, chest feeling tight and hard to breathe.

“can we go outside first…?” you sigh out a breath you were unconsciously holding.

“of course!”

you rub your hands against each other under the sleeves of your sweater. gojo and you are currently outside on campus, no one else around. you both settle on a bench in a small isolated, yet beautiful area.

“you alright?” he looks to his side at you.

“yeah thanks..” you look down and hold and rub your hands in an attempt to get used to the sudden cold temperature.

“cold huh?”

“yeah”

“c’mere, I could try to warm you up”

you face him in curiosity. he softly grabs both of your hands and rubs them in his own. they are much bigger than yours, envolping you whole. so strong looking and manly yet gentle and soft to the touch.

he brings your hands up to his mouth and cups them while he huffs out his warm breath.

“warmer now?”

“y-yeah…” if only he knew what that would do to you. your heart is racing. an indescribable feeling overcomes your whole body, it’s so warm and exciting, like fireworks. is this love or are you being delusional??

“..so…what is it you wanted to tell me?” he starts curiously, sitting back in his usual position.

“oh yeah…” you pause and sigh out in preparation for his reaction.

“I…uh…”

he leans back on the bench with his arm along the topside of it behind you. his fingers slightly grazing you. that small touch makes your body feels like it’s burning up.

“I uhm…have this weird feeling…” you shift in your spot slightly.

“mhm…” he nods along. judging by his silence and body language, you can tell he’s furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“i mean, i don’t know how to explain it….”

“well, what’s this feeling of yours?”

“it’s about…you….” you say the last part hesitantly. you can feel his arm behind you move slightly. he shifts in his seat in anticipation.

“hm…about me huh…?”

“yeah…” you look at the ground and curl your body to yourself.

“why specifically me?” he slightly tilts his head, still looking straight at you.

“i don’t know….” you say in a small voice.

“alright…then what about this feeling you have..?” he asks inquisitively.

“that’s the problem…i don’t understand it.”

“well, is it…hate?”

“oh, no no. it’s nothing like that.” you counter him, worried about the misunderstanding.

“oh that’s good then!” he says in a giddy voice then pauses, “so? if it’s not that then what is it?”

“…uhm, before i say it, promise you won’t be mad?” you fidget with your fingers, staring at the ground.

“i promise y/n, there’s nothing i could be mad at you for.”

“mm…i…i think…” he shifts up in his seat more.

“i think…i like you…” you say flushed and with hesitation in your voice. you feel his arm pull away from you and retreat back to himself.

you immediately regret the words that came out of your mouth. a hot, suffocating guilt piling up in your throat again.

there’s silence for a couple of seconds but you don’t dare look at him. not after what you just said. what does he think of you? he must think you’re disgusting, or some girl with crazy daddy issues. awful thoughts fly through your mind. you can feel the shame of tears threatening to pour out of your eyes.

“i-im..i’m so sorry…” you say quietly with shame in your voice. you try to swallow the intense emotions blocking your airway.

“y-you must think i’m disgusting…i’m so sorry…” you can feel your heart and voice crumpling down. you cover your face on the verge of completely breaking down from shame and embarrassment.

you feel a big hand wrap around your wrist and gently pull it down.

“…y/n”

you glance at him. he took his blindfold off. his bright blues stare right back into yours. but his beautiful eyes are filled with…a sad expression? why does he look sad??

“…i told you i won’t be mad…and I’m not. just..a little shocked…”

“…no no, it’s not ok…I’m disgusting for thinking like this…im so sorry…”

“y/n” he says firmly, “you’re not disgusting. you’re a beautiful, strong, ambitious young lady. there’s nothing to be ashamed about with these feelings. it’s not your fault, don’t you ever blame yourself.”

you feeling tears running down your face. he brings his hand up to your cheek and wipes away the tears gently.

lifting up your chin to look at him, he says, “and don’t you ever apologize for something that’s not your fault…”

those words were all it took for you to completely break down. you sigh out sharply from the pain of all the emotions in your chest.

gojo pulls you into his chest and holds you full of care. you cry into his shoulder and neck clinging onto him as if you’ll die the second you let go.

the noises and cries of agony and shame you held for years, come pouring out all at once. he never loosened his grip around you for even a second. rubbing small, reassuring circles in your back.

after almost half an hour of sobbing, you pass out with your face nuzzled in his soaked, tear stained neck.

he gently picks you up princess style and carries you all the way back to your dorm. even in your sleep you clinged to him like there’s no tomorrow.

he sets you on your bed and takes of your shoes and sweater. after tucking you in, he chuckles quietly, seeing you hug your pillow peacefully.

he moves your hair out of your face and squeezes your arm affectionately. he leaves your room, sauntering down the hall with a genuine smile on his face. you’re the first person who’s ever needed him before in way he’s never had been before. he has to admit, it's a nice feeling.

he could get used to taking care of his new found favorite student.

© sweetlves 2023. all works belong to me, please do not copy, translate, and repost on other social media platforms.

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[rizatouchesthewalls]

🔬📐Turing Love!

turing [toor-ing]

a person skilled in mathematics.

aroace coded reader [but reader does not have to be aroace] nerdy!reader, gn!reader x hobie brown

qpr [queer platonic relationship]

fluff, songfic, one curse word

“Laws of attraction? Why are you asking me that Hobie? You should already know.” You answered, not bothering to look away from the experiment you were doing.

“Y’know, attraction. An I’m not talkin magnets or anything like that.”

You glared. “You just took away my like, easiest example. Not that you don’t already know that opposites attract.” Fixing your jacket, you reached for your safety goggles, only to land on air.

Hobie dangled them over your head. “Attraction! Love, friendship—explain that science eh?”

You jumped for the goggles. “Someone needs a scientific question on why you’re so damn tall!” [if you’re tall then ignore the sentence lmao]

“Plus,” you paused, looking at him. “Love is stupid. It doesn’t even really deserve a science. And don’t go talking about familya-love ‘cause I know you meant romance-love!”

“Haven’t got a scooby doo about romance. Didn’t even mean it romantically. Or, uh, in specifics.”

In quick review, you couldn’t really answer Hobie’s question [seemingly]. It wasn’t necessarily stupid, but over the span of your life you rarely [or never] experienced a crush. At least not the one’s they show on T.V. Relationships like that just lacked appeal. They weren’t right.

“What do you mean not romantically?”

“Well we friends right?

“Yeah… platonic attraction…”

“But we got chemistry.”

“That’s literally romantic.”

Hobie dropped the goggles on your lap. “Nuh uh.”

You turned around in your seat and glared at him. “Then what? Are you trying to say there’s some type of love that transcends the labels of romantic, emotional, platonic, or sexual?!”

“Bingo.”

You had to sleep on this. It didn’t even really make sense, what he said. Don’t get anyone wrong—you weren’t one to act like scientific standards were unchanging. The opposite actually—one truth five minutes ago can change, because human knowledge is constantly changing, and the earth is constantly changing. But where could someone who never falls in love understand love? Maybe Hobie’s just stupid.

Yeah right, he made a whole watch out of scraps.

“I really don’t need my inner conscience questioning me too.”

“So I slept on it and…”

“And…”

You snatched a beaker from the shelf and slammed the door. “What you said doesn’t even make sense. Was it some sort of confession?”

“Mm, sorta.”

“In any other scenario I would’ve rejected you but… It’s you. So this confession isn’t some simple crush confession. It’s something complicated. Like everything else about you.”

Hobie spun around in his chair and smiled. “Yup.”

“Can’t you just go and tell me?” You groaned. “Pleeeeaseee?”

“One, discov’aries don’t come easy.” He handed you a test tube so you could measure. “Two… I don’t really know eitha.”

“Mm…” You muttered. “Then I might as well reject you anyway huh?”

“Will you?”

“Well I wouldn’t exactly be a good scientist if I did right?” You looked back at him. “My career revolves around enhancing life and helping people. And you… need help identifying your feelings.”

“You’re makin me sound’ll mushy n’ stuff.”

“That’s cause y’are.”

Unfortunately, love can’t be solved with a simple equation. Well, yes, the dopamine we get from seeing a loved one is a scientific component—but it needs to go further than that.

“I’m just… not really a fan of all that: you’re so sexy!!! stuff.”

“Me neitha… so… what are we a fan of?”

“A heart to heart dinner at a fancy restaurant is cool in some ways, but not in a romance movie way.”

“True…”

“So what?!”

“Have you ever felt like saying ‘you’re hot’ to one kinda means somethin’ more? Not from anotha person—from yaself—like—‘I feel so connected to you I want to form a life bond because I treasure you deeply?”

“… Actually, yeah.”

So we’ve made a breakthrough! [Sort of.] It has something to do with connection. But how does that connection diverge from other connections? The several experiments shown—touching, kissing, holding—these can all be watered down to preferences. And while you enjoyed these things with Hobie, what made you different than any other romantic or sexual couple?

“It’s a society thing, methinks.”

“Who the hell says methin—nevermind. How so?”

“Well,” Hobie pressed his thumb to his flat four fingers on both hands. “If two kiss,” he made his hands kiss, “then it’s I guess romantic. And ya like that friend. But that’s not all-the-time true.”

“Yeah, but… we’re not exactly friends. And we don’t exactly want to date.”

“Then we sorta gotta create somethin’ new here. Orrr… not label this new relationship at all.”

“We could at least call it something.”

“We could just conform to the norms.” He made a 🫰🏿with his hands. “You’re bae.” [this was said in an american accent.]

“First of all never say that shit again. Second of all… I’ve got a name: Turing Love.”

“Stupid name.”

“No it isn’t!”

Hobie scratched his head. “And even if we did submit this as some sort of ‘Turing Love,’ who says it would be accepted.”

You held his hand and looked at him.

“We’ll just have to prove it.” You smiled.

He laughed a little. “Alright then. Can’t argue with that, can I?”

[You learned a week later that it is in-fact, an identified type of relationship, and it is in-fact, not called Turing Love.]

“I thought your name for it’s better anyway.”

“Shut up.”

#🪼:: self inflicting scrolls #Spotify #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x aroace!reader #hobie brown x aro!reader #hobie brown x ace!reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x black reader #hobie brown spider punk #spider punk x reader #lgbtq #atsv x reader #x reader #qpr #queer platonic relationship #queer platonic partner #qpp #gn!reader

[clover0feild]

A man or a monster?

Bertholdt Hoover X Male Reader

Warnings: very little- AND I MEAN VERYYYY LITTLEE- suggestive theme which will be explained later, I promise. Some cus words, nothing too bad tho:]

Part.1.

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Normally when people fall in love the only thing they truly worry about is losing that person, normally through death or unforeseen titan attacks- never that the person they love is the titan…. Unfortunately that’s what’s Reader was dealing with. He and Bertholdt had gotten close during their cadet years, and it only grew from there.

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During their cadet trading years they had originally started talking during one of the many sparing sessions they would all go through, after Annie had beaten the crab out of Reiner and Eren.

“They were stupid to try and fight her, especially thinking they would win” Reader had said to the guy next to him, which just so happened to be Bertholdt.

Bertholdt had been sorta shocked that this random cadet was talking to him, yet it wasn’t unwelcomed. “Reiner isn’t the smartest….” Bert had said back, yet using a much quieter voice than Reader.

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This had been the first of many words between the two men, yet this conversation would be one of the shortest. It was around their second year of training that things between their platonic relationship had turned not so platonic.

It had been a freezing night and with no heat and a very thin blanket and a hard stone like mattress, it sucked even worse than normal. Reader had a bottom bunk, which he couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad think right now. As he laid there freezing his ass off and curled closer to the wall than a painting, a felt a small dip in the bed right behind him. Reader swiftly turned his head behind him, and right there frozen in his track he saw Bert climbing into his bed.

“Bert… are you climbing into my bed?” Reader had whispered to him, a confused expression quickly covering his tired face.

“It’s cold” Bert said quickly while he still stood there frozen, and he could feel his face beginning to heat up. He didn’t know what compelled him to get up from his bunk and try to climb into bed with Reader- sure it was cold, but that didn’t give him the right to climb into bed with one of his closest friends. Sure his friend was very attractive, and maybe he thought about them in a more romantic sense than a platonic one, and maybe just maybe he would try and take a small little peak where they were in a the community showers….. But that still gave him no right!!

“True….” Reader had said while yawing, which caused small tears to prick the corners of his eyes. Quickly Reader lifted up the blanket enough for Bert to climb in, and he gave an inpatients look while waiting in Bert. “Hurry up- you’re letting all the warm air out….” Reader whined slightly.

“R-right” Bert said while quickly climbing under the covers with Reader. Due to the small bed size Bert and Reader were rather squished, but they were far warmer than before. Without any warning for poor old Bert, Reader had quickly began to snuggle closer to Bert and soon ended up lying right up on him.

“Your so fucking warm dude, can’t because you was- *YAWN* -keeping all this to yourself…” Reader said while resting his head against Bert’s chest. His eyes had been closed for a few moments now, and just about every inch of his body was now touching Bert someway or somehow. They stayed that way for the rest of the night, the only thing that changed was Bert relaxing and snuggling back, and Bert’s sleeping position every now and then.

PART.1. ENDED

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#x male reader #xmalereader #aot x reader #male reader insert #male reader #bertholdt hoover #aot x male reader #attack on titan #attack on titan X male reader #Bertholdt X male reader #Bertholdt Hoover X male reader #first time writing #first time writing and posting it

[yinorathedragontamer]

It’s sort of a comedy ship idea. Dead Boy Detectives Cat King x reader, Edwin’s alive relative who is a warlock. In the UK they were nicknamed curse breaker and helped the boys on their cases. Unfortunately no matter how hard they try they can’t get the bracelet off Edwin. The Cat King finds their attempts hilarious……the warlock confronts him and tells him to knock off the mockery!

Warlock: “If you don’t release Edwin I swear I will-!”

Cat King: “Sorry little magician but I’m not a common being, spells don’t work on me. Nice try though and you look so adorable when you’re angry.”😼

pairing: the Cat King x Payne! alive! warlock! gn! reader, Edwin Payne x alive! relative! gn! reader, Charles Rowland x platonic! reader

a/n: i wasn't sure how to add romantic attraction to this so i tried to keep it so it's implied, i hope it's as you hoped!

ps: i tried to write warlock! reader as accurate as possible, but it's probably not perfect, so excuse any inacuracies and feel free to point them out!

Edwin's first though when he got back to Crystak's 'apartment' with that damned bracelet was that you could get it off, right?

so, Charles mirror-travelled to where you said you'd be if you were available, a specific backroom in an abandoned warehouse that you called home.

you kept a mirror there just for them, as it happened more often than they'd like to admit that they needed you to break a curse or needed your magic expertise.

so when Charles practically barged in to drag you to Port Townsend, you weren't exactly surprised.

untill you saw why they needed you.

you happened to already be familiar with the Cat King, as you had a time or two when you had to visit the town for a client needing a spell done, or removed.

you walked into the room with Charles, seeing Crystal practically covering her ears as Edwin banged the bracelet against the different furniture and pipes in the room.

"hey Edwin, what's the problem?" you inquired and he seemed to be relieved.

"take this off, as quick as you can." you raised an eyebrow at him, one he knew all too well.

"...please..." "ofcourse, i can try, do you mind giving me some info on how you even got it in the first place?" you say as you take his wrist and look at the golden bracelet, a vague sense of recognition washing over you and you touch it.

"well, i used a simple, utterly harmless binding spell on a cat, and-"

"you used a spell on a CAT?!" you practically yell, already feeling the vague headache you'd get from the Cat King.

"well, yes, and i do realize it wasn't the best idea, now that i have this inconvenient bracelet" he says in an annoyed tone.

"and let me guess, you got to meet the nuisance that is the Cat King?"

"you know of him?" Edwin asks in a slightly surprised tone.

"ofcourse i know him, he's a pain in my ass" you mutter.

you turn to Crystal, a forced smile on your face which seems more like you're on your last strand of sanity.

"it would be best if you'd take a step back, if this spell backfires it might disintegrate your skin" you say it so casually you can see her confusion with a hint of fear on her face.

"and yours won't? you seem pretty alive to me" she comments, though she does take a step or two back.

"i'm a warlock, i have the influence of a demon in my magic and that very same demon allows me to be able to suffer through higher temperatures without being in any physical pain, so don't you worry about me" you say as you wrap your hand around the bracelet, murmering some words in latin as your hand starts to glow a red-ish orange, though even after over 30 seconds it does absolutely nothing to the bracelet, much to your annoyance.

"well, that seems to have worked splendidly" Edwin comments, instantly receiving a glare from you.

"just, do whatever he told you to do to get it off, i'll go pay mr whiskers a visit" you grumble.

you walk out, speed-walking to the place where you've found the cat king before, much to your luck you actually find him too.

before he can say anything, you start talking.

"if you don't release Edwin i swear i will-"

"sorry, little magician, but i'm not a common being, spells don't work on me. Nice try though, you look so adorable when you're angry"

the tone that he uses makes you want to punch that little smug grin right off his stupid face.

"you're such a nuisance, i hope you lose another one of your nine lives like last time" you grit out through clenched teeth.

"you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid~" the Cat King nearly purrs, which only irks you even more.

"fuck you, and your cats, and those stupid eyes of you and your stupid hair" you practically yell, which makes him put on a fake, pained expression.

"oh no! not my cats, dearest warlock" he laughs, his mocking tone making your blood boil and your cheeks turn red, though as much as you deny it he does have his appeal.

"just, don't inconvenience me even more, asshole" you mumble as you turn to leave, and as you walk away you hear him yell after you.

"come see me whenever you like, i promise i'll make it worth it!"

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #cat king #the cat king x reader #warlock reader #crystal palace #dead boy detectives x reader #dbda

[xypherz]

Moon!Lee Know x Sun!Reader

Details: Lee Minho x Reader, GN!Reader, Headcanons, 0.56k words You know the drill, opposites attract and whatnot.

Warnings: None, I don’t think? Maybe a curse word.

i'm definitely not a sun!person, so i hope this makes a lick of sense because i sure won't be able to tell if it doesn't! anyway these are so fun to write (even though i suck at proofreading please spare me).

This man.

He’s a very sarcastic and snarky guy, and he likes to keep his emotions under wraps, hating crying or being sad around people.

He’s relatively quiet (I say relatively for obvious reasons), and he tends to listen instead of inserting himself into conversations.

His life was as calm as any idol's life could be.

And then came you.

You are not quiet! Or a listener!

No no, you are talkative and love being at the center of every conversation.

It’s for this reason that Lee Minho immediately avoided you.

It’s not that he doesn’t like talkative people, or he can’t handle them.

If that were the case, he would be miserable around some of the other members of Stray Kids.

It’s that you hate leaving people out.

If someone tries to talk, and you see that they’ve been talked over, you’re immediately pulling them into the conversation to make them feel included.

While Minho is appreciative of your mindfulness, you also didn’t understand, at first, that he does not want to be included in the first place.

You notice he hasn’t spoken for a while? You’re prompting him.

He says something under his breath? You hear it loud and clear.

You constantly pulling him into conversations he had little-to-no interest in was his queue to recede somewhere else.

Including people is not the only thing you’re mindful of, though, so when you noticed that he seemed to dislike the situations you were putting him in (intentionally or not), you decided to stop.

When he’d make a comment that only you heard, you’d respond to him quietly, letting him know that someone’s listening, but not bringing him into an unwanted situation.

It was little changes to your usual habits that show you actually care about him, and it’s not just you being you.

He does not pick up on that though.

Sure he notices the changes you make, but he doesn’t really understand why.

When you actually develop romantic feelings for him, you literally have to spell it out to him.

Forgive him, he’s so clueless.

You’d expect him to be super attentive to that kind of thing since he never misses any mistake in choreography or changes in behavior of his members.

But nope, this man is absolutely useless when it comes to discerning romantic and platonic feelings.

He gets there eventually though, don’t worry.

Mentally facepalms when he finally figures it out because you tried to make it so obvious.

He makes it up to you by taking you on the cutest dates.

He may not be very good at knowing when someone likes him, but he remembers every small detail you mention about yourself.

I imagine you probably brought up liking an art history class that you took in high school like a month into knowing each other, and then 3 months later he brings you to an art museum.

Or you mention you haven’t been to this one cafe that you really love in a while and the next week, he’s taking you on a coffee date.

He’s a listener, an observer.

He doesn’t like when people try to turn him into anything different.

And as much as people try to say you’re not an observer as well, you did a pretty damn good job of noticing that about him.

So maybe you guys aren’t as different as you think.

#gender neutral reader #gn reader #x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz #fluff #headcanon #lee minho #minho x reader #lee know #lee know x reader #lee know fluff #minho fluff #kpop #kpop x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #sun&moon #xypherz #polar opposites