content : contains atsumu, oikawa, and tsukishima. a bit suggestive on atsumu’s and oikawa’s, but other than that it’s mostly sfw. gn!reader.
jade’s notes : i suddenly came up with this idea and i just had to write about it :]
atsumu is a french kiss. atsumu is always craving more of everything. he always craves you. he won’t settle for a little peck, even if both of you are in public. he just loves you so much, he needs to constantly kiss you. his kisses are passionate, warm, and slightly cocky. you both feel the world stop when both of you kiss, no matter how many times you both have. make-out sessions with the blond usually have steps: they start off with a peck, then a deep kiss, then a slightly more desperate deep kiss. after coming home from a long and exhausting day of practice a make-out session is desperately needed.
the first thing atsumu did when he got home from practice was drop his bag on the floor, snake his hands through your waist, and pull you closer to him. “‘tsumu, you’re sweaty” you complained. “i missed you so much babe,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips, “can’t help it.” you returned the kiss that quickly turned into a make-out session. you placed your hands on your boyfriend’s broad shoulders as it progressively kept getting more intense. both of you got lost in the exchange of strong, yet loving kisses. “you forgot to close the door” you said, giggling lightly. “did you seriously break our make-out session to close the door?” he said. “of course not. i broke it because you need to shower.” “fine. but we’re finishin’ this later, got that baby?”
tsukishima is a forehead kiss. his excuse for mostly giving you forehead kisses is the fact that he’s very tall. the truth (that he will never confess) is that his heart melts every time he looks at you after giving you his favorite type of kiss; your cheeks flushed and eyes filled with love. he loves giving you forehead kisses, but will gladly kiss you on your lips if you asked him although he might tease you a little.
you clinged onto your boyfriend’s arm as you walked down the street of your home. the sun was setting and the sky was painted a beautiful orange. tsukishima was talking about an annoying new boy at the museum while you listened him mutter the most gruesome and vile insults known to man against this poor boy. “have you considered the fact that he’s just trying to make friends?” you responded. he looked at you with widened eyes. “y/n, he thinks he knows more about dinosaurs than me. he said that to my face. we will be enemies until i die.” both of you arrived to your apartment shortly after that. you waited in front of your door for your boyfriend to give you your common forehead kiss, but he just kept staring at you. you started blinking in hopes for him to notice, but to no avail. “why are you looking at me like that” he said. you scoffed. “remind me why i’m dating you again?” you responded. “let’s see: i’m amazing, i’m tall, and i love you.” “did you just admit to having a crush on me?” tsukishima rolled his eyes and gave you his signature forehead kiss. you smiled at him, making him smile too. “love you, kei” you said, while entering your apartment. “love you the most, idiot.”
oikawa is a neck kiss. so simple, yet so deadly. everyone knows that oikawa’s charisma is god tier, but his kisses are addictive. they’re soft but leave this unexplainable attraction, resulting in wanting more. he loves kissing you anywhere, but his #1 kiss has to be the neck kiss. not only does he love giving them because he knows what he’s doing, he loves seeing how much impact a simple kiss on the neck has on you. it thrills him that his lips on your neck have an enchantment on you.
oikawa was relaxing on your shared bed while you did your skincare routine in the bathroom. you heard a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend in your shared room, which you chose to ignore due to the fact you were still midway through your nightly routine. not even thirty seconds pass and you heard the a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend, again. you furrowed your eyebrows, irritated, and went on with your routine. you finished your routine and were gently drying your face when your boyfriend enters the bathroom and leans on the doorframe, sighing once again. “what is it, tooru?” you said, looking at him through your bathroom mirror. “i’m tired and want to cuddle” he says. he moves from the doorframe to behind you, putting his hands on your waist and resting his chin on your head. “i’m about to finish, give me a minute.” he moves his hands up and down your torso while he rested his chin on your head, his eyes closed. he then continues to move his face down to your neck and gently kissing it, the contact making your heartbeat accelerate. “i’m done.” “finally!” he regained his composure and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the bathroom and onto your bed for the cuddles he requested.
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content : [sfw] reader breaks down because of finals anxiety in front of hange :P
jade’s notes : fun fact i wrote this quick little imagine thingy while i was supposed to be finishing my final presentation… oops. also, astrophysics major hange… *short circuits*
the clock marked 1 a.m. and you sat on the balcony of your shared apartment, gazing at the starry sky. your university year was coming to an end and, instead of feeling a relief, you felt an uncontrollable anxiety. there were so many ‘what if’s’ flooding your brain that you couldn’t sleep properly for a week. you never get tired of watching the city at night. you drank some warm tea while in your pajamas. the only light on were the christmas lights both of you hung on the ceiling of your balcony since you stated it ‘added spice’ although it wasn’t even near winter.
“what are you doing up so late?” said hange, with a cup of warm, chamomile tea in their hands. the sudden voice made you jolt a bit, earning a giggle from your s/o. “i’m just looking at the city lights” you responded, taking a sip from your tea. “like a stalker?” said hange. you scoffed in a loving manner. your s/o kept looking at you as if you had something on your face. “what is it?” you asked, looking at them. “there’s something on your mind,” hange said, “talk to me.”
you told them everything; your anxiety, your final projects/tests, your insomnia… next thing you know you had tears streaming down your face. hange rubbed their left thumb across your cheek while their right hand cupped your face. “why didn’t you tell me anything?” they said, with a concerned look on their face. “i just… didn’t want to bother you. you have your own academic hardships and…” you couldn’t finish your sentence before hange shushing you. “yes, i do have my own academic hardships. i’m studying astrophysics, for gods sake.” “i told you it was a bad idea.” “i’m in the top 5% of my courses, shut up. but this isn’t about me. this is about you. i know you’ve always had anxiety, but for how long were you bottling your finals-anxiety?”
god. how long were you bottling this up? “i don’t remember.” you said, playing with your fingers. you managed to look at hange, who was kneeling in front of you, holding your hands in attempt to get you to stop playing with them, through your teary eyes. they had a face of concern that made you feel a mix of guilt, adoration, and love. “but i’m fine. i just need to get through finals week.” you said, wiping your tears away. “stand up” said your s/o. “what?” “stand up, y/n.”
you did as they asked and stood up with them. without sparing any time, hange hugged you, tightly. they buried their face in the crook of your neck and didn’t plan to let you go. you returned the hug; maybe a bit less tighter than your s/o, but it made you happy to hold them in your arms. it made you happy that you could roam freely and scream “hange zöe is my hot nerdy significant other! we kiss! romantically!”
“i love you. and i’ll always be here for you, no matter how many astrophysics work i have.” hange said, gently kissing your neck while rubbing your back. there aren’t any words that could describe the love you have for your s/o. “love you more” you said. hange lifted their face up from your neck and had the most beautiful blush on their cheeks. “can i kiss you?” you asked. hange laughed. “of course.” you both exchanged a gentle, yet deep kiss on your balcony at 1 am. “i know what would make you feel better!” hange said in a rather excited tone for it to be 1 am. you tilted your face, curiously. “pancakes!” hange said, clapping excitedly. you laughed. “pancakes at 1 am?!” “of course! my pancakes are the best, after all.” “pancakes it is.” hange jumped excitedly, gave you a quick peck, and dragged you inside your apartment in direction towards the kitchen.
— hello ! i know this blog has been dead for a while, so sorry about that ꃋᴖꃋ but i do plan on reviving this blog !!! i’ve been flooded with school work lately (˵ˊᯅˋ˵) let me know if any of you guys has some requests / prompts on what to write ! again, super sorry for being so inactive. great day to all !!! <3
includes: venti, diluc, childe, zhongli, kaeya x gn!reader
tw’s: a bit suggestive at times and slight cursing, but apart from that there’s nothing!
authors notes: it’s currently 1 am and am one blink away from falling asleep but i wanted to write this. sorry for any grammatical errors <3
venti would be a bit too loud and touchy for you to still be asleep. expect to be woken up with sweet, corny phrases such as: “how’s my favorite human doing!” and, “how do you look so cute even when you’re asleep?”. he would plop on top of you and repeatedly kiss your face until you wake up. once you open your eyes you find your boyfriend with a wide smile, whining out a “you’re up! finally!” it would be annoying if it wasn’t venti doing it.
diluc is a gentleman, so of course it’s only fit for him to wake you up gently. turning over in your shared bed he would wrap his hands around your waist and pull you in gently. he does this every morning. every morning he does this, and he still can’t stop blushing when doing it. pressing a quick kiss on your neck while whispering a quick ‘good morning’ in his raspy morning voice that makes your knees weak. if you still haven’t woken up, he would draw little patterns on your back waiting for you to wake up.
childe, on the other hand... where do i even begin. his wake up calls can vary between how he’s feeling. if he wants to make fun of you, he would wake you up with a “babe!! get up, the apartment is on fire!” and laugh at your frightened and annoyed face when you wake up. if he feels nice, he would carry you bridal style to the couch while he’s putting the food he ordered in front of you. a quick kiss placed to your lips while a little ‘good morning, love’ escapes his lips.
zhongli would kneel next to your side of the bed and start playing with your hands while humming a quick tune. tracing meaningless patterns, holding them, kissing them, it didn’t matter. when he sees that you’re opening your eyes, he would say “good morning, my dearest. i can make you some breakfast if you’re in the mood”, while giving you a quick forehead kiss.
kaeya would be very teasing with it. sliding a hand up your shirt, he would kiss your neck. “good morning angel, i hope i didn’t wake you up. you just looked so beautiful, i couldn’t help myself”. *insert cocky grin* he would have breakfast already made and would even carry you to the table. although he’s a cocky bastard, he’s a cute and lovable cocky bastard who also happens to be your boyfriend.
megumi is really good at reading people. he can figure what you’re feeling in seconds. nobody knows how he does it. superpowers? i wouldn’t be surprised. one time itadori was feeling down when he heard a knock on his door, only to open it with his favorite takeout food in front of him along with a card signed by megumi that read ‘i hope this makes you feel better’.
if nobara had instagram, her feed would be god-tier. her aesthetic is chefs kiss, everything complements each thing perfectly. fit check pictures? check. selfies? check. food pictures? check. pictures of herself? you fucking bet. she says it makes her feel happy when her instagram feed is as pretty as her.
itadori has a love/hate relationship with horror games and any disturbing fiction. he finds them so cool and interesting when playing them and reading theories about them, but when he closes his eyes when going to sleep he recalls the jumpscare he screamed at some hours ago. he attempts to sleep at megumi’s room, which megumi denies.
it’s canon that gojo has a sweet tooth, but he specifically loves cakes. red velvet cakes to be specific. at first, he didn’t really like red velvet that much, but he kept ordering that cake because he wanted to flex that he knew how to pronounce it.
inumaki bullies people on twitter. we all saw this coming, do i really need to say more? mans can’t speak without putting other people in possible danger, it’s only fair to let off some steam by pissing people off on the app. it’s highly possible to find ‘expose threads’ of him.
junpei is a hardcore twice stan. when it comes to overall kpop, junpei doesn’t know much. but when you ask him specifically for his favorite girl group, he goes all out. those 9 girls are his pride and joy. he’s a hardcore once, but not the creepy type. if he finds out they’re having a concert he’s the first to buy front row tickets.
maki is a really good dancer. it usually surprises people at first since she looks so intimidating. i feel like her favorite dance style would be contemporary since she doesn’t have to worry about doing every move perfectly. coming in at close second is hip hop.
-> i write for attack on titan, hunter x hunter, ouran high school host club, demon slayer, death note, genshin impact, my hero academia, danganronpa 1 2 and 3, toilet bound hanako kun, jujutsu kaisen and haikyuu.
-> i will not write for hisoka or danganronpa despair girls.
-> i will not write for illegal and/or weird ships (ex: eren x levi, gojo x itadori, etc).
-> maximum 7 characters per request.
[ i still do not have a master list, very sorry about that ! ]
jade’s notes: hey everyone!! this is my first ‘x reader’ scenario in this blog. please take in mind that there are spoilers for chapter 1 and 2 for danganronpa 2. apart from slight cussing and mentions of death, there aren’t any other warnings. let me know your thoughts and enjoy!
let’s admit it, nagito wouldn’t be the type to confess first
he believes ‘trash like him’ isn’t worthy of being friends, even less be in a romantic relationship with someone as talented as you
for him to confess first must have been a big toll on him
and it means he likes you a lot
maybe too much
he loves to read; he would read lots of romance books and pick out the best confession scenario he could find
tries his best to practice and recites everything he has to say, but his negative thoughts get in the way
se he ends up writing a love letter for you
it would have amazing, beautiful, and inspiring words
he wanted to do all he could with the letter and let his luck do the rest
monokuma’s night announcement played again. every time you heard his high pitched voice your guts twisted. knowing that he, or rather the person controlling him, was in charge of all this bloodshed, betrayal, and despair made you feel sick. you were still recovering from the second trial. “byakuya, teruteru, mahiru, and peko...” you softly said to yourself. your head kept spinning. you refused to believe all of this was real, but it didn’t matter how many times you went to sleep thinking this was a bad dream since you always woke up in your cabin. you layed on your bed but you couldn’t find a way to fall asleep. your cabin felt cold.
there was one person that made it feel like anything was possible; nagito komaeda, the ultimate lucky student. every morning the two of you walked to the dining hall to eat breakfast and relax in the park, no talking necessary. just being in the presence of each other was enough. your other friends think that nagito is a bit... odd, to say the least. but you thought that he was misunderstood and an interesting person, not minding all of his rants.
when nagito knocked on your door and saying ‘good morning’, your instantly felt your mood boost. when he used your name in a sentence, you felt butterflies in your stomach. when he looked at you and smiled, you wished that he stays like that forever. when he talked badly about himself, you wanted to smash your lips onto his to shut him up. in conclusion, you had a crush on him. and you liked him quite a lot. but there was no way you could confess to him. you didn’t feel any romantic feelings from him to you. sometimes he would get pretty distanced, and that just added wood to the fire. why was he distant? is being around you too big of a burden?
you checked the clock next to your bed which marked ‘11:00 pm’. “i just want a good nights rest, i didn’t ask to be put in this game” you grunted to yourself. *knock knock knock* sounded from the door and flinched. ‘who’s knocking at this hour? what if they came to kill me?!’ millions of thoughts overflowed from your head, leaving you more awake than you already were. ‘11:06 pm’ marked the clock. you let six minutes pass to not immediately open the door after. taking a deep breath, you hopped off your bed and made your way to the door.
you twisted the doorknob and peeked through the crack, and to your luck there was no one. you stepped outside to see if anyone was near or passing by but, again, there was nobody. the only thing you saw was a white envelope on the floor. you bent down to pick up the envelope, not knowing that there were even envelopes in the island. ‘this must’ve been a mistake, right?’ you thought, quickly inspecting the envelope.
for: the ultimate [your talent]
nope, it was definitely for you. but from who? making your way inside you cabin you closed the door lightly, careful to not wake any of your friends. almost throwing yourself on the couch from excitement you opened the envelope. the butterflies in your stomach were basically your best friend at this point. who would leave a love letter in front of your cabin then disappear? in the middle of the night? the letter was a mix of yellow and white giving off a vintage vibe. when the text was finally revealed, it said:
thank you for opening this envelope. i know that it’s late at night and the moon shines bright, but i felt like i couldn’t these feelings any longer. you’re a rose, and i’m the thorns. you’re a book cover, beautiful and grand, and i’m the pages containing all of the words that may ruin your beauty. i know that it’s selfish of me to even like someone as stunning as you, not even knowing if you return these feelings. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. even i wouldn’t like me back. i’m insignificant. a mere background character in your life. but, if being a trashy background character in your life makes you happy, i will keep on doing anything for you to keep your smile. the sound of your laugh feels like honey. someone as talented as you shouldn’t return these romantic feelings to trash like me, but i needed to get this all off my chest before it kept eating me up. i love you, [y/n]. if you feel the same way please go to my cabin. if you don’t, well good night.
- nagito komaeda
“holy shit!” you yelped while standing up from the adrenaline that was flowing through your body. “he said it, he fucking said it, oh my god!” you kept saying phrases like these because you couldn’t believe it. the feeling of bliss made you forget that it was ‘11:13 pm’. “ouch” you yelped as the sting from you pinching your arm was hurting you. “this isn’t a dream...” rushing to your bathroom, you splashed your face with water, dried it off, put on a coat, and left your cabin. you quietly made your way to nagitos cottage being careful not to scare or wake anyone. shaking and fiddling with your fingers, you thought of the right thing to say to him.
after a bit of walking, you arrived at his cabin. he was in there. he was waiting for you. or was he? did he regret sending you the letter? does he want you not to come? was it just a prank? hesitating, you knocked on his door three times. after a short while the door opened. there he was, the man your heart belongs to. white messy hair with reddish shades, pale sickly skin, long and skinny body, gray-ish eyes looking at you surprised. his cheeks had a pink tone to them. he didn’t have his signature green jacket on, only his white shirt and jeans. “[y/n]? what are you doing here?” he said, trying his best to stay calm.
you were doing all you could to not maintain eye contact with him. fiddling with your fingers, you were still trying to think of what to say to him. “you got the letter, didn’t you?” he asked smiling slightly. finally gaining confidence you looked at his eyes. his gaze was soft, yet insecure. “are you here to reject me? i told you that if you didn’t feel the same way you didn’t have to-” was the last thing nagito could say before your lips crashed onto his. it was a little rushed, but the message was understood clearly. nagito pulled back out of shock and catching his breath. now both of your cheeks had a pink blush. you kept looking at his eyes.
“you... i don’t deserve to be kissed by someone as talented as you” he said while looking at the floor. you grabbed his hands and got closer to him while interlocking your fingers with his. he softly gasped at the new feeling. he lifted his face to properly look at you. “nagito, you may think you’re trash and not worthy of anything, but to me you’re the best person in the world! you make me so happy that just by seeing you or being near you makes me feel better. as if i have a purpose. that’s what you do, nagito. you show me that hope truly does beat despair. you can talk negatively about yourself all you want, but my feelings towards you will never change! i... i love you!” you said, closing your eyes. when you finally looked up to him, a tear rolled down his cheek.
without saying anything, he pulled you inside his cabin and closed the door. he leaned against the door. after some seconds, you could feel faint sniffling coming from him. “nagito?” you called out softly. “sorry, it’s just that i never thought i would mean so much to someone.” when he looked up towards you, tears were streaming down his face while he tried to smile and brush them away. you cupped his face and said, with confidence that came from nowhere, “i want you to be my boyfriend.” he was in shock for a second, and then started smiling. “how could i say no, my hope?”
i feel like armin would let you see his seashell collection he has hidden away in a box so that only he could see them. he says that you remind him of that feeling he felt when he saw the sea for the first time.
