Hi, my name is Dee. I'm AN ADULT. I am fine with any pronouns. I'm a romantic asexual. I'm a huge simp for different anime characters. I love to read and SOMETIMES write about the characters I'm hyper fixating on. I repost both sfw and nsfw posts. So MDNI please.
Also if anyone ever want to talk to me please don't be hesitant. I've been here since 2019 but i barely got any frens here. I cri. (â âĽâ ďšâ âĽâ )
There were two things that everyone at the Cleaners HQ knew.
1 - Enjin would flirt with any woman he came across.
2 - You wouldnât give anyone the time of day if they were being romantic.
This is where a problem arises, because Enjin loved to flirt with you. Like, weirdly so. At this point, you thought that he just liked being shot down. Multiple times now, he has cornered you somewhere in the halls of HQ, leaning his hand against the wall and bringing his head in close only to say some ridiculous version of âhow you doinâ?â Or âLet me take you outâ. Every time your response would be the same. A slightly annoyed and somehow humorous look took over your features, pulling your eyebrows a little bit in and up. Some form of âNo.â always fell from you lips.
But tonight was different.Â
You were in a good mood, slightly more ready to fall into his oh so obvious trap when he playfully cornered you again. The halls were empty and he smirked down at you. After all, he simply wasnât convinced that you had no feelings for him at all.Â
He really loved the chase. Maybe he would be bored with you if you gave in easily like so many others and maybe heâll be bored as soon as you say yes, only one way to find out though. So, when he asked his stupid repeat of a question tonight, expecting the same ânoâ, he felt a jolt of something run through him at the new answer.
âYou canât handle me.â You spoke, eyes slightly heavy as you looked up at him while bringing a hand to trace along his chin. With that, you stepped sideways and began walking again, leaving him behind in pure shock. It took him a second to process what happened, but as soon as he did he was running to catch up with you.
Fuck, no one was gonna believe him when he talked about it tomorrow.
A/N - Highkey might write more of this if there is interestđ
A lighter Jinki that transforms your body into fire like the Human Torch or Ghost Rider.
Youâre a part of team Danger because the fire spreads pretty fast and far while you are transformed, but the one and only time Enjin saw you fighting like that had him whipped for you. Iâm talking completely wrapped around your finger.
He would follow you around for months after that, just begging to see you fight again because it was so sexy. The amount of pickup lines related to heat and âhotâ was insane. Tbh, you didnât think he could come up with that many, yet here he was.
âIs it hot in here, or is it just you, boo?"
âI must be snow, because youâre making me melt over here."
âAre you the sun because youâre hot."
âIâm gonna need some sunscreen over here, babe."
(referring to your hair that turned into fire while transformed) âSo, do they match?â (that one earned him a solid punch to the face)
âHey, iâve got something to stick inside you to take your temp since youâre so hot."
Honestly, you werenât even sure if half of these were pickup lines or just him trying to find different ways to say he wanted to put his dick in you. It got to the point where you knew you had to shut him up. So, when he met you after getting back from his job, you decided to take things into your own hands. He began to say whatever new pickup line he thought of today, but was cut off when you grabbed the front of his shirt. With a good amount of force, you brought his face to yours and smashed your lips together. He frost for a few seconds, processing what just happened. The second he began to melt into you, you pulled away and shoved him back.
âThere. Happy? Now quit it with the stupid pickup lines."
Little did you know, that just sparked something else inside him. Or maybe you did know and planed this entire thing.
ryomen sukuna who is smitten with sweet, slightly clueless reader
ryomen sukuna was off limits.
all the cheerleaders knew it. all his fellow jocks knew it. hell even the younger female professors, who couldn't help but stare at him , knew it.
he is built like a greek god and acts like a retired sergeant. no one can tear their gaze off him when he is on the field , and yet no one truly dares to approach him when he is off the field either.
he has a nasty personality that doesn't shy away from saying "fuck off " right on the face of even the prettiest cheerleaderâhence shattering her confidence completely. rumours even suggested that said girl never dared confess to anyone ever again.
you were just a happy go lucky.
sweet dresses, pretty jewellery, neat hair. you were just a girl with a sweet, slightly clueless personality. everyone's friend and enemy of none and so on and so forth.
you had your own circle of close peopleâeven though one could count them on the phalanges of a single digit.
a different world from the one in which the formidable campus king ruled.
hell, no one could have ever suspected in a million years that ryomen sukuna would cross paths with you. or that he would , quite literally, trip over himself while he watched you feed a stray kitten.
who would have known that his eyes would track your easy smiles and register your presence in every room you entered.
and that he would carry you out of a frat party, drunken and smiling and giggling into his chest, all the while safely nestled in his arms, as if you had him wrapped around your little fingers.
in all honesty, you did.
the ryomen sukuna was in love
with you .
you, who wished on airplanes and made it a regular habit of quizzing him about the various shapes he could decipher from the clouds above.
you , to whom laughs came easily. you who was happy with giving away your meals to stray animals.
no one expected the formidable captain would be so besotted with a girl .
ryomen who never gave any woman the time of his day , would become so enamored by you that he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze off of you.
the students would gape openly when they saw him waiting for you outside your class, walking with you to your next class.
or the bombâgently tucking your hair behind your ear.
ryomen sukuna did not do soft or sweet.
but he did... apparently. for you. with you.
ryomen sukuna didn't let random girls kiss his cheek. but you weren't a random girl. you were his girl.
so his teammates stared slack jawed at the light lipstick stained kiss on his cheekâaverting their gazes before they could be faced with his wrath for staring too long.
ryomen sukuna didn't carry other girls baggage for them. so why were his arms full of art supplies and projects even though his major had absolutely nothing to do with it?
it was called being smitten, ofcourse .
with you.
who , for ryomen, hung the stars and moon in his sky.
Asexuality is crazy because it's like I'm so horny and my little fictional characters are so horny and we're all horny little guys in my head. I make my little blorbos kiss. But then a real human person wants to have sex with me and I'm like hahhahaha wtf how would that even work? You're not a blorbo?
if rudo had a nickel for every time he was wrongfully arrested while leaning over a bleeding out father figure, he'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's really fucking weird that it happened twice
jabber and his equally as freaky and insane girlfriend who's got a more chill demeanor, but deep down inside, you are just as crazy as him. you love watching him work with his toxins and poisons, getting giddy when he starts getting hype over a new combination
he loves it when you let him use you as his test subject, loving to watch you try a small dose and just absolutely lose yourself, always having that dumb dopey smile on your face as you coo at him to join you, that you both need to get messed up and then have messy make out sessions. he doesn't hesitate at all, taking his own dosage before immediately jumping on you to get a head start on those kisses before it fully enters his bloodstream
but his absolute favorite is when you want to be the mastermind, humming happily as you mix this and that before turning around with the brightest smile and happiest, sparkly eyes as you show the glowing liquid sloshing around the syringe. and everytime, he asks if you know what the symptoms are going to be, his eyes nearly roll back when he hears your cheery little 'dunno, baby, but i hope i don't kill you yet' right as you inject him
The bar is dim as you glance at Enjin, heâs towering over a woman as they chat it up. They look sweet, all smiles. Itâs almost like a scene from one of those cheesy romance films. The way the light glistens and reflects off of her hopeful eyes. You look down at your drink instead of torturing yourself with that image. Thereâs sparks flying across the room and youâre hereâsad and tipsy. You sigh, this isn't a movie and youâre not a movie star.
Youâve liked Enjin for a while but as much as you wish heâd like you, itâs not happening. You sigh again and chug your drink. You remember the countless moments when youâd both inch closer while Enjin would bum a cigarette. The look he would give you after you became his smoking buddy. You two were close. But again, youâre not his type. Ever since you overheard him tell Rudo his type, you couldnât help but to compare yourself to everyone who came into his life. Unreasonable for sure but when you have a crush, everything gets messy.Â
Maybe itâs time to look for someone to give you some validation and so you do. It isnât your proudest moments but broken hearts need some solace. So you look around the dimly lit room, it's easy to tell when someone wants to hookup. All it takes is a glance and some movement. You catch a manâs eyes and motion for him to come closer. Heâs tall and fairly handsome. Enough for you to almost be flattered at his attention and heâs nice enough to ask some questions. The usual âhow are you? With an introduction with a couple of flirty lines.â Itâs a good time and you forget about Enjin for a bit. And you get a kiss before the man asks to take you somewhere else. But the alcohol has gotten to your head. The room getting warmer and your head swimming, which tells you to reject the offer. You tell him no and he takes it well, well as well as someone who wanted to fuck would. He simply huffs and leaves, itâs a win in your books.Â
You look around and feel the need to look for Enjin in your drunken stupor. Heâs still drinking but this time the woman isnât near. Heâs surrounded by Gris and Semiu and Bro but you can tell by the mark on his neck that he was more lucky than you tonight. Your heart feels bruised and you also feel like throwing up (thatâs a problem for later.) But being drunk by yourself isn't the best idea, you think. So you try to walk straight as you join your friends and hope they call it a night soon.Â
You sit down in an empty chair, room spinning slightly less now. But the gods didnât hear your prayer as you became the next topic of conversation and teasing. It didnât help that you are obviously out of it with your glassy eyes.Â
âGirl, looks like you had fun.â Enjin chimes in and everyone turns to look at you. You glare at him before your cheeks start to flush and you hide your face in your arms, âIâm a hot mess right now! Donât look at me!â Everyone laughs at your drunken embarrassment but they understand. They have all had their moments too and especially at this bar.Â
âYou were talking to that guy for an awfully long time.â Semiu says as she looks over the rim of her drink.Â
âIf anything, make fun of Enjin! He was doing more than me!â I point to him trying to get the heat off of yourself and Bro whistles at that.
Enjin sits back in his seat with a slight smugness and also a bit of embarrassment, âYou noticed?âÂ
âEveryone noticed Enjin.â Semiu replies after laughing at the obvious tension between you and Enjin. âAnd you should cover your neck if you have any shame.â
You nod agreeing with Semiu. âYeah, have some shame at least.âÂ
âWell how about I make it up to my smoking buddy for ditching her.â He smirks as he starts to get closer with wide arms.Â
As much as you have a crush on him, knowing Enjinâs usual schemes, your brain flashes a big warning sign. âSEMIU! GRIS! BRO! Someone pleaseee get him away!â All you hear are laughs and before you notice, Enjin is towering over you this time. And your face is full of dread.Â
You and Enjin are not in sync at all. His arms are trying to pull you up from your seat and you are desperately trying to stay in it. âEnjin! Stop!âÂ
He smiles wide at your distress, âWhat? I just want to dance.âÂ
âThis! Is! A! Bar!â You reply as you groan. Of course this idiot would wanna dance in a bar with literally two feet of space.Â
Enjin manages to get you up and your arms are pressed against his chest. His arms are on your biceps, his voice makes you look up. His eyes are full of mischief but they warm a bit as he catches your gaze, âHey letâs have fun.â His grip loosening, his way of giving you an out.Â
âFine.â You huff as you accept it.Â
His next move surprises you, he grips your hands and keeps you close. Itâs only when he starts to sway that you notice what heâs up to. You move along to his slow pace. A little stunned and sobered up. The dim lights as you both move, he smiles as he looks at you. âThought Iâd make you breakdance?âÂ
âKinda,â you reply softly. âSurprised me honestly.â
He spins you around, guiding you with the small of your back, âWell, Iâm not that kind of guy. â He laughs, âOnly sometimes, with people who let me get away with it.â He winks at you.
The next couple of minutes, he moves smoothly and carefully. Steps certain and leading you as the bar music changes pace. Itâs fun and your friends smile at his shenanigans. You canât help but to think about how happy you are now. Enjin has that talent.Â
âNo wonder that girl ate you, you can make this shitty bar seem like a mov..â You stop before you finish your sentence. Enjin didnât need to know what you thought.
âA movie?â He asks with a smirk.
You groan, âYeah, a movie. Donât let it get to your head.â Â
âWell, good to know.âÂ
âShut up Enjin.â
And he doesnât. And neither do you. As you dance together, bickering under the dim lights. Itâs not picture perfect but itâs enough. Youâre not a movie star but this is damn close.
a/n: idk my brain isn't good at coming up with ideas lol
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