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MARSHIE FICS

I write drabbles, headcanons, imagines, and longer fics on this blog. Requests and asks will be open every once in a while. I mainly write for fandoms I am interested in at the moment.

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Wounded

Cassian Andor x Medic! Reader

You are the medic assigned to Cassian after he is injured on a mission. He keeps trying to leave and insists he’s fine. Although you know he is far from okay.

Being the only established medic in a small outskirts town is normally a great thing. You just get to come into work, or get called in if it’s a bigger emergency, take care of your patients, and then go home once you’re done for the day.

But there are times where you get called into work at late hours of the night. Like tonight. And little did you know, that this night would be the start of something beautiful.

When you enter the small clinic where you worked, you are greeted with a nurse droid who hands you the paperwork detailing the injuries of your latest patient. “Cassian Andor…contusions on the right side of the body, lacerations to the face, and a small wound on the lower back of the leg.” You shook your head. “Cassian. I’ve heard that name before…” You grabbed your med kit and made your way into the room where Cassian laid.

“Hello, Cassian Andor, was it?” The man looked up at you with a slight wince and a cheeky grin on his face. “Please to meet you.” He said, with a smile, his arm outstretched to meet yours. You reached out and shook his hand in return. “Do I know you?” You asked, softly. Your eyes raising slightly to meet his intense gaze. “Don’t you remember me? We were training together about 10 years ago. You taught me how to use a blaster for the first time.” He said, looking at you inquisitively.

You remembered that day, and, it all came flooding back to you. The day that Cassian taught you how to use a blaster for the first time was a day you would never forget. The way his hands felt on yours, as he helped you know where to point and shoot. The adrenaline that coursed through you as you hit the target for the first time. The approving smile that Cassian gave you after you hit your mark. It made you fall in love with the man standing before you.

“Now, I’ve enjoyed our little conversation but I need to get going. I have a mission that I still need to complete.” Cassian tried to get up but he collapsed back onto the cot in pain. “Nuh uh, you’re not going anywhere until I say you can. Medic’s orders. You can’t leave until I clear you.” You said, helping to lay him back down onto the cot.

Cassian sighed and laid back on the bed. “Fine.” He muttered, his arms crossed and he sighed deeply. “But stay with me?” Cassian said, softly as you started to turn away towards the door. “You need to rest, and, I don’t want to disturb you.” You said gently, grabbing your paperwork from the nurse droid. “IG-11 our nurse droid will be assisting you in your healing process. As I have other matters to attend to.”

“Fine, but promise you’ll come back later?” Cassian whispered, as the pain medication started to course through his veins. You could tell immediately that the pain was no longer affecting him as much now. “Promise, Cassian. Now sleep. I’ll be back later.”

“Thank you…” Cassian muttered under his breath before succumbing to the effects of the sedative. “I promise. I’ll be back. Don’t you worry.” You said once more before leaving the room to attend to your other duties.

From that point on, your life would never be the same, as long as you had Cassian by your side.

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Falling in Love with the Members of The Bad Batch Headcanons

Hunter

Falling in love with Hunter happens so gradually that you don’t realize it’s happened until you’re already hopelessly gone for him. It starts with the way he always seems aware of where you are, how he’s unconsciously positioning himself between you and danger, checking that you’ve eaten, quietly making sure you have a place to sleep after long missions. Hunter isn’t naturally expressive with his feelings, but he’s attentive in a way that makes you feel cherished. You notice how his eyes immediately search for you when he enters a room and how his shoulders visibly relax when he realizes you’re safe. The moment you truly fall is probably during a quiet evening around a campfire. Everyone else is asleep, and for once Hunter isn’t carrying the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He’s smiling softly, telling you stories about his brothers, and you realize that he’s showing you the parts of himself he rarely lets anyone see. Loving Hunter means falling for his strength, but staying because of his gentleness. Beneath the soldier is a man who desperately wants a home and people to protect, and once you’re part of that circle, he’ll love you with unwavering devotion.

Wrecker

Falling in love with Wrecker is like being caught in a tidal wave of warmth and laughter. At first, you think he’s simply the team’s lovable bruise, the guy who breaks things, tells terrible jokes, and gets excited over snacks. But then you start noticing the little things. The way he carefully picks flowers he thinks you’ll like despite his massive hands. The way he immediately notices when you’re sad and tries everything he can to make you smile. Wrecker has one of the biggest hearts you’ll ever encounter, and loving him feels safe. You fall for him during moments when nobody else is paying attention, when he gently helps a child after a mission, when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders because he noticed you were cold, or when he proudly remembers something small you mentioned weeks ago. His affection is never complicated. If Wrecker loves you, you’ll know it. He’ll look at you like you’re the best thing in the galaxy, and every day he’ll choose to make your life brighter. Being loved by him means never doubting your worth because he’ll remind you constantly.

Tech

Falling in love with Tech sneaks up on you. At first, you find him fascinating but difficult to read. He speaks with precise logic, spends hours buried in data, and often misses social cues that everyone else catches. Yet somehow, the more time you spend around him, the more you begin to understand him. You realize that every fact he shares is an attempt to include you in his world. Every correction isn’t criticism, it’s his way of communicating. You fall hardest when you notice how much he actually pays attention. Tech remembers everything. Your favorite drink. The stories you’ve told him. The exact date of conversations you’d forgotten yourself. He starts creating little gadgets that make your daily life easier and presents them as if they’re no big deal. Then one day you realize he’s been quietly caring for you all along. Loving Tech means understanding that his affection isn’t always spoken aloud. It’s hidden in solved problems, thoughtful observations, and the way he automatically factors your happiness into every calculation he makes. His love is deliberate, intelligent, and incredibly sincere.

Echo

Falling in love with Echo is deeply emotional because so much of his life has been marked by loss. At first, he’s guarded and cautious. He’s spent years rebuilding himself after unimaginable trauma, and trust doesn’t come easily anymore. But as you get closer, he begins letting you see the man behind the cybernetics and soldier training. Echo possesses an incredible amount of empathy because he understands suffering better than most people. He listens carefully when you talk and never dismisses your feelings. You fall for him during quiet conversations late at night when everyone else is asleep. The two of you sit together under unfamiliar stars, sharing fears and hopes neither of you tell anyone else. Echo makes you feel seen in a way that’s almost overwhelming. He understands loneliness, grief, and resilience. Loving him means loving someone who has survived so much and still chooses kindness. When Echo finally trusts you enough to lean on you emotionally, it feels like one of the greatest honors imaginable.

Crosshair

Falling in love with Crosshair is by far the most complicated. It begins with irritation more than affection. He’s blunt, sarcastic, and seems determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. Most people eventually stop trying to get close to him. You don’t. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Crosshair starts tolerating your presence. Then he starts seeking it out. You notice him sitting beside you during long flights. You notice him listening when you speak, even when he pretends not to care. Crosshair is not a man who wears his heart openly. Every tiny gesture means something. A spare blanket left where you’ll find it. A weapon maintenance tip given without explanation. The way his gaze follows you during missions to ensure you’re safe. Falling for him happens when you realize how fiercely loyal he is beneath all those walls. Crosshair has spent his entire life expecting disappointment, so when he finally lets himself love someone, it’s terrifying for him. His affection is quiet, protective, and incredibly intense. Loving Crosshair means earning trust that few people ever receive, and once you have it, he becomes someone who would walk through fire for you without hesitation.

Falling in Love with All of Them

One of the most beautiful parts of loving someone in Clone Force 99 is that you never just gain one person, you gain a family. Hunter watches over you. Wrecker treats you like his favorite person in the galaxy. Tech includes you in everything he’s passionate about. Echo becomes your closest confidant. Even Crosshair, in his own stubborn way, starts viewing you as one of his people. Before you know it, you’ve become part of something larger than yourself: a found family built from loyalty, resilience, and unconditional love. And somehow, that’s almost as wonderful as falling in love itself.

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Skater! Choso x Reader Headcanons

- He’s the quiet skater at the park that everyone lowkey respects because he lands tricks effortlessly and never shows off about it.

- Dresses in oversized hoodies, worn cargo pants, rings, and beat-up Vans that are literally falling apart but he refuses to replace.

- His skateboard is COVERED in stickers and scratches, and he lets you decorate the underside with little doodles and initials.

- You first started talking because he noticed you watching him skate and offered to teach you without making you feel embarrassed about being bad at it.

- He stands ridiculously close behind you while helping you balance on the board, one hand on your waist and the other holding yours.

- Every skater at the park immediately knows you’re together because Choso suddenly becomes protective whenever someone talks to you too long.

- He records little clips of you learning tricks on an old camcorder or his phone and secretly rewatches them when he misses you.

- Late-night skate sessions are his favorite, empty parking garages, streetlights, music playing softly from someone’s speaker, the city is finally quiet.

- He always gives you his hoodie when it gets cold, even if he’s freezing afterward.

- He loves when you sit on the sidelines wearing his hoodie while watching him skate. He’ll pretend not to care but immediately starts trying harder to impress you.

- If you get hurt while skating, he’s instantly kneeling beside you with the softest expression, checking your scrapes like they’re serious injuries. Which in his eyes they are.

- His love language is physical touch in tiny ways: bumping your shoulders together, pulling you into his side, resting his hand on your knee while sitting on ramps.

- He teaches you how to sit on his skateboard while he pulls you around by your hands because he thinks your laugh is cute.

- He’s definitely the type to skate to your house late at night just to see you for ten minutes before heading home.

- He’s quiet in public, but around you he gets softer through little smiles, low teasing comments, murmured “good job” when you land something.

- Summer dates with him are filled with gas station slushies, skating downtown, scraped knees, cheap pizza, and sitting on rooftops watching the sunset.

- When he kisses you after skating, he tastes like mint gum and the summer heat, hands still rough from gripping his board all day.

- He will carve your initials somewhere hidden on his skateboard without telling you.

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Dating Din Djarin Headcanons

- Dating Din Djarin means slowly realizing that beneath the armor, the stoic voice, and the intimidating reputation is one of the most devoted men in the galaxy.

- He isn’t good with words at first and his compliments come out awkward and short.

- “You look nice.”

- “I always look nice.”

- “…You look nicer than usual.” That is the closest thing you’ll get to a grand romantic speech for the first few months.

- Physical affection becomes his love language long before verbal affection does.

- He always rests a hand on your back when you’re walking through crowded markets or busy settlements.

- When danger is nearby, you’ll feel his hand find yours instinctively. Not because he thinks you’re incapable. Because protecting you has become like second nature to him.

- Din is fiercely observant. He notices things you don’t even realize you’re doing when you’re tired, when you’re hungry, when you’re cold, when you’re pretending you’re fine.

- You’ll mention liking something exactly once, and somehow he’ll remember it six months later. He comes home from a bounty with a small trinket and simply hands it to you. “You said you liked these.” That’s it. No explanation. No fanfare. Just a rare gift given with quiet sincerity.

- The Razor Crest, or whatever ship he’s currently flying, starts feeling more like home than any planet ever could.

- You’ll spend nights sitting together in the cockpit watching hyperspace stretch endlessly beyond the viewport. Sometimes neither of you says anything for hours. Din learns that silence doesn’t have to be lonely when you’re there.

- He’s secretly obsessed with hearing you talk. Tell him about your day. Tell him random facts. Tell him stories from your childhood. He acts like he’s focused on cleaning weapons, but he’s listening to every word. Every single one.

- Din becomes very protective when you’re sick. It’s almost ridiculous. The most feared bounty hunter in the sector suddenly panics because you sneezed twice. He’ll contact medics, research treatments, check your temperature every hour, hover nearby pretending he isn’t worried. He worries…a lot.

- Once he trusts you enough, he begins removing pieces of armor around you. First the gloves, then the vambraces, then eventually sitting beside you without the chest plate after a long mission. Each piece removed feels like an enormous act of trust. You understand that he’s showing you parts of himself few people have ever seen.

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The Apartment Across the Hall

Ryland Grace x Fem! Reader

“Hey! Can you help me? I um…locked myself out of my apartment again on accident.” Your neighbor, Ryland, had locked himself outside of his apartment for the past five nights in a row. And frankly, it was getting a little frustrating.

You open your apartment door and see Ryland standing there in nothing but plaid pajama pants, and mismatched socks, and no shirt to be seen. And it was driving you crazy to see him that way. You’ve had a crush on your neighbor for months now and this wasn’t helping you one bit.

“Again?” You can see his shoulders slump in defeat. “Again. Sorry, y/n.” You don’t even ask questions anymore, you just hold the door open for him as he makes his way inside. “You owe me pizza for this.” You said with a wink, as you glance at Ryland over your shoulder. “I owe you like six pizzas at this point, y/n.” “Correct.” You said with a smirk as you made your way over to your sofa.

An hour later Ryland was still perched on your couch, waiting for maintenance to be finished with fixing his door. You were curled up on your armchair with a book in hand, listening to him explain why he had gotten locked out. “So…I was taking the trash out.” “Mhm.” You said quietly in response. “And I thought, ‘Ryland, you don’t need your keys. You’ll be right back.’ And look what happened.” He shook his head vigorously in shame.

You covered your face in embarrassment for him. “No. Seriously?” “See that’s what I thought immediately after it happened.” “How are you alive?” Ryland immediately points at you. “You keep rescuing me. It’s all you, y/n.” Your stomach fluttered with butterflies at that. But you ignored it.

The thing was, Ryland kept showing up. Not always because he’d locked himself out. Sometimes he’d knock on your door because he’d made too much pasta. Or because he wanted a second opinion on a science joke. Or because he’d found a documentary he thought you’d like.

At some point, you stopped noticing who started it. You’d come home from work and find a sticky note on your door.

Movie night?

Or:

Made cookies. They’re slightly burned but still edible.

Or:

Question. Could a raccoon theoretically pilot a vehicle?

The answer was almost always yes. Not about the raccoon. About hanging out.

One rainy Saturday evening, you found yourself sitting on the floor of Ryland’s apartment helping him assemble a bookshelf. A task that should have taken forty-five minutes. It had been two hours. “You put the shelf on backwards.” Ryland looked offended. “The shelf is judgmental.” “The shelf is upside down.”

“Oh.” You laughed. He laughed too. For a moment neither of you looked away.The apartment suddenly felt quieter. Then the shelf collapsed and you both jumped. And that moment vanished. “Okay,” Ryland said. “The shelf has declared war.”

A week later, there was another knock at your door. You opened it automatically. “Keys?” Ryland blinked. “No.” “Phone?” “Yes.” “Wallet?” “Yes.” You narrowed your eyes. “What happened?” For some reason he looked nervous.

Actually nervous. Which was unusual. Ryland was the kind of person who would explain astrophysics to strangers without blinking. Now he couldn’t seem to look directly at you. “I wasn’t locked out.” “Oh.” There was a pause and then another. You crossed your arms. “Ryland.”

“Right.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I was actually wondering if maybe you’d want to get dinner.” You stared at him. He continued talking immediately.

“Not because I got locked out.”“Good to know.” “Or because I needed help.” “Excellent.” “Or because I forgot how to function as an adult.” “Debatable.”“Fair.” You smiled despite yourself. His ears turned a bright pink.

“I just…” He laughed softly. “I realized I spend most of my free time with you anyway.” Your chest tightened. “Yeah.” “And somewhere along the way…” He glanced down at his socks. “I think hanging out stopped being an accident.” The smile that spread across your face felt impossible to stop. “About time you figured that out, Grace.” His head snapped up.

“Wait.” “Wait what?” “That’s not a rejection.” “No, Ryland.” His entire face lit up. The kind of smile that made your heart stumble. “Okay, wow.” “You really are a genius.” “I know.” “Except when it comes to doors.” “That’s a completely unrelated skill set.”

You laughed and then he laughed. And before either of you could overthink it, you reached over and slipped your hand into his. Ryland looked down at your joined hands like he’d just discovered a new branch of science. A very exciting branch of science. “So,” you said, squeezing his fingers, “dinner?” “Dinner sounds great.” Then he glanced toward his apartment. The door slowly swung shut behind him.

A click echoed through the hallway. You both froze. Ryland stared and you stared back at him . A beat passed, then another. “Tell me you have your keys.” “…” “Ryland.” “I think this is a good opportunity for us to build trust in our relationship.” You groaned and he grinned. And somehow, despite everything, you couldn’t stop smiling.

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jjk men and swimmer! reader

Satoru Gojo

- loves sitting in the bleachers during your meets acting like your world’s loudest supporter

- brags about you to literally everyone. “Yeah, they’re basically an Olympian.”

- loves how toned and strong you are and will absolutely wrap an arm around your waist just to flex that you could carry him

- teases you for smelling like chlorine 24/7 but secretly associates the scent with comfort

- he buys you expensive goggles “because the cheap ones are disrespecting your talent”

- the first time he sees you emerge from the water with your hair slicked back? He genuinely forgets what he was saying mid-sentence. It literally turns him speechless.

Choso

- he waits quietly after practice with your favorite drink and a towel already warmed up for you

- thinks watching you swim is mesmerizing; he could genuinely sit there for hours

- he gets worried when you overtrain and reminds you to rest your shoulders and back

- loves helping rub muscle cream onto your sore areas after competitions

- finds your discipline incredibly attractive

- if you teach him how to swim, he listens to every instruction carefully because he doesn’t want to disappoint you

Ryomen Sukuna

- pretends he doesn’t care about your swim meets but always shows up anyway

- calls your medals “cute little trinkets” while displaying them in his apartment like trophies

- loves how competitive you are and constantly challenges you to races in the water

- grabs your waist in the pool to distract you while you’re trying to stay focused

- thinks it’s hot when you come home exhausted and immediately collapse against him

- “You look prettier soaked.”

Kento Nanami

- will keep track of your meets on his calendar

- makes sure you eat properly after your meets

- brings you plenty of extra snacks

- buys you practical gifts such as waterproof headphones and a quality swim bag

- loves cuddling up next to you after a long day of practice or work

- finds your dedication to swim admirable

- massages your muscles to help you with recovery

Suguru Geto

- loves early morning drives to practice armed with coffee and a breakfast sandwich

- thinks you look ethereal underwater and would absolutely sit at the bottom of the pool with you just to hold your hand

- smoothly ties your wet hair back for you when you’re too tired to do it yourself

- he encourages you when you doubt yourself before competitions

- the type to kiss your swim cap-covered forehead before every race “for luck”

- secretly keeps candid photos of you at meets because he loves seeing you in your element

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Cuddle the Stress Away | Ryland Grace x Reader

You could tell right when he walked in the door that he was having a bad day. His face instantly showed the immense strain that work had taken on him. “Sweetheart, everything alright?” You asked softly, as you made your way off of the couch and into his arms. “Rough day at work.” Ryland whispered, his hands rubbing his eyes as if to scrub the day away.

“C’mere. Let’s cuddle.” You said with a smile, as you take his hand in yours and lead him over to the couch. “We can watch a movie and I’ll make us some popcorn.” Ryland slumps down onto the couch and grabs the remote to turn on Star Wars. “Good choice.” You said approvingly, as you make your way into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, you walk back over and hand Ryland the bowl of popcorn along with his favorite soda. “Thanks baby.” He said, as he holds out his other arm to pull you onto the sofa. “Of course, my love.” You whispered, as you snuggle up into his chest with a smile.

Ryland places a gentle kiss on your forehead and squeezes you close. “Thank you, for helping ease my stress. I love you.”

“Love you too, Ry. I’ll always be here for you sweetheart.”

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Under the Helmet | Din Djarin x Fem! Reader

You’ve been with Din for a year now and he still hasn’t shown you who he was under the helmet. It didn’t bother you that much because you know how much something like that means to a Mandalorian.

One morning, after a particularly long and difficult mission, you awoke after hours of tossing and turning. There was a storm raging outside and the sound of the wind and rain against your small house soothed you.

You look towards your left and realized that Din was still fast asleep and snoring softly. In the soft morning glow, you notice his scarred face, the soft brown curls framing his face, and his quiet movements of his slumber. “He’s so handsome.” You thought quietly to yourself, and, you tentatively brought your hand over to run your fingers through his hair.

All of a sudden, Din snapped awake, his eyes met yours, and he quickly reached over threw his helmet back over his head. The moment only lasted a few seconds, but it made your heart race. You cleared your throat and smiled warmly at Din. “Good morning, sweetheart.” You said, your cheeks flushed in the soft morning light. “Good morning, love.” Din whispered, still slightly in shock that you saw him without his helmet.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything. I looked away.” You said, reaching over to place your hand on his. “It’s ok. I just didn’t expect you to be up before me.” He chuckled softly as he reached over and pulled you into his arms for a hug.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, Din.”

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Street Saints ch. 1 | Redline

Sukuna x Fem! Reader

The city comes alive after midnight. Hidden beneath neon lights and roaring engines, the underground racing scene belongs to one name alone: Sukuna Ryomen, the ruthless leader of the Street Saints. Feared by rivals and worshipped by his crew, Sukuna lives for speed, chaos, and the feeling of outrunning everything that haunts him. But behind bruised knuckles and cold smirks lies a man slowly drowning beneath the weight of leadership and violence. You were never supposed to end up in his world.

Curious about the rumors surrounding the infamous Street Saints, you find yourself at an illegal street race deep in the heart of the city’s underground. What starts as harmless curiosity quickly turns into fascination the moment you meet him, the dangerous man leaning against a black motorcycle with cigarette smoke curling past his lips and a darkness hiding behind his eyes.

Sukuna is intimidating, reckless, and impossible to ignore. And for some reason, he can’t stop looking at you either. As engines scream through the night and tensions rise between rival crews, you get your first glimpse into the dangerous life Sukuna leads, a world fueled by adrenaline, loyalty, and violence. You should walk away before you get dragged into the Saints’ chaos.

But when Sukuna offers you a ride into the night, leaving suddenly becomes the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

You’re surrounded by the bright neon lights of downtown. The sights, sounds, and intoxicating nature of being out late at night are comforting to you. You can hear off in the distance the deep bass of what seems like hundreds of motorcycles racing through the city. The industrial district is finally awaking at this late of night.

You notice a large crowd start to form, near an overpass, as the roar of the motorcycles gets louder. The thick smoke from cigarettes, the smell of gasoline, and an intoxicating cologne fills the air. You see a sea of headlights facing you, and, a group of leather clad men surrounding them. Your eyes come across a tall man with striking pink hair, tattoos on his face and on his arms, and bright red eyes. He’s standing beside an ink black motorcycle, clothed in a leather jacket, and sporting a pair of freshly bruised knuckles.

He looked exhausted, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But he hid it well beneath arrogance and a hint of control. The other members of the gang, you could tell, were a bit intimidated by him. “Welcome to the meeting of the Street Saints Bike Meet!” Another man dressed in a leather jacket called out next to the pink haired biker. “I am pleased to welcome our fearless leader, Sukuna Ryomen!” Sukuna bowed and his eyes scanned the crowd lazily.

All of a sudden, his eyes landed right on yours where you were hidden against the overpass, and you jump backwards in shock. Sukuna gave you a smirk like he knows that you saw him, and, then turned back towards his group. All of a sudden, a rival gang shows up and makes themselves known. The Demons, a ruthless gang of bikers, that has been terrorizing the city for weeks. You don’t know what you’ve walked into but it’s too late to back out now.

Sukuna is walking towards you know, his head held high, and a huge smirk has unfurled on his face. “Are you lost sweetheart?” He purrs, as he makes his way over to your side. His hands are slung loosely in his pockets and he has a wicked smile on his face. “No…no. I’m fine! I was just seeing what all of the noise was. I’ll be going now.” You turn to try and get away but he places a huge palm on your shoulder holding you in place. “Not so fast. The fun hasn’t even begun yet. Why are you leaving so soon?” He says, as he turns you to face him, his eyes are glinting with a faint red glow in the dim light.

“Let’s go for a little ride, shall we?”

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COMING SOON

Street Saints, a Biker! Sukuna x Fem! Reader mini series.

Synopsis

Sukuna loves the late nights, neon signs lighting up the pitch black night, and the sound of the engine roaring. His leather jacket smells faintly of cigarette smoke, intoxicating cologne, and fresh air. His knuckles are bruised, his thoughts are weighing on him, and it’s as if the whole world is against him. Being the leader of the notorious street bike gang, Street Saints, has taken a toll on him. That is until, the moment he met you, the one who will change his life forever.

You are the stubborn and curious outsider who is intrigued by the underground racing scene. And by the man known as Sukuna, the infamous leader of the Street Saints. You feel alive with each other that you’ve never felt anywhere else. Or with anyone else. Upon meeting Sukuna for the first time, your life is pulled into the fast lane, and right into the Saints’ underground world.

Where the king will always be there waiting for you. 👑

This fic series is for JJK fans who love a fast paced romance, street bikes, motorcycle gangs, and a leather jacket clad Sukuna.

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what should I write next?

sukuna x reader biker au!

choso x reader college athlete au!

choso x princess! reader summer fic

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showing off some skin in your new bikini ft. choso

older! boyfriend choso x fem! reader headcanons

- this man goes absolutely silent the first time you walk out in your pretty, new bikini

- it seems like his brain stops working as soon as he sees you

- his eyes immediately soften before they trail over your outfit in the most respectful but very obvious way possible

- “You look…really beautiful.”

- you then do a little spin asking, “Do you like it?” Choso nods instantly and gets flustered afterward because he answered way too fast

- he’s a blushing, blabbering mess at this point

- he loves when you’re confident about it

-seeing you smile and show yourself off proudly makes him stare even harder

- the moment other people look at you, though? suddenly he’s standing a little closer, his arm is around your waist, and his protective instincts activate immediately

- he knows you’re gorgeous and hates the idea of creeps staring too long at you

- compliments come out awkwardly because he’s not used to saying exactly what’s on his mind

- “That color suits you.”

- “I like seeing you happy.”

- “You’re prettier than everyone here.”

- he’s weak for little cover ups that hang off your shoulders, your wet hair after swimming, the scent of sunscreen on your skin, and seeing your tan lines after a day on the beach or at the pool

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royal guard au! jjk men x princess! reader

Satoru Gojo

- he’s the untouchable royal captain

- he’s also your protector

- he’s a bit arrogant, powerful, and impossible to intimidate

- no one can get within 10 feet of you without his permission

- constantly breaks royal etiquette just to annoy you

- calls you “princess” in a teasing voice even when he’s serious

- he’s secretly very terrifying toward others but devoted to you wholeheartedly

- carries you off from danger in one arm while smiling at his enemies

Suguru Geto

- he’s your most trusted strategist and escort while you’re doing your royal duties

- he’s calm, intelligent, and always there by your side

- he’s your quiet protector

- he’s the type to correct your crown placement before royal meetings

- he falls in love with you slowly over a long period of time, but it was so worth the wait

Kento Nanami

- the head of the royal guard

- very professional and emotionally restrained

- refuses to blur the line between duty and affection (at first)

- once he realizes he loves you, he’s head over heels in love with you

- he makes sure you eat, rest, and don’t overwork yourself

- he’ll place his cloak over your shoulders

- walks on the dangerous side of the street for you

- stands outside your chambers all night during treacherous weather

- the rest of the castle realizes he loves you before he even realizes

Choso

- choso is a quiet, and, emotionally intense knight who barely speaks to anyone else

- he is completely and utterly devoted

- would die for you without hesitation

- he flustered whenever you’re gentle with him because he’s not used to such kindness

- follows you around like a shadow during royal events

- he loves late-night conversations when the rest of the castle is asleep

Ryomen Sukuna

- he’s not technically a knight

- he’s more like the kingdom’s most dangerous weapon forced into serving the crown

- everyone is terrified of him except you

- he finds your lack of fear fascinating

- he’s possessive, dangerous, and morally questionable

- is the kind of man who would destroy an entire rebellion because someone insulted you once

- he pretends he doesn’t care while sitting beside your throne like a dragon guarding treasure

Toji Fushiguro

- the king absolutely should not have hired him

- untrustworthy reputation, rough around the edges, but lethal in combat

- yet somehow you trust him immediately

- sleeps outside your door with a weapon in hand

- grumbles constantly but becomes violently protective of you

- falls hard after you patch up one of his injuries yourself

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soft drunk! choso + getting drunk with him headcanons

18+, mdni, mentions of alcohol and drinking

- choso is the type of drinker that says that he doesn’t really drink and then two shots later he’s staring at you with puppy dog eyes and you can tell it was going to be a long night

- he gets super clingy with you after he’s had a few drinks

- he’s watching you the entire night to make sure you’ve drank enough water and won’t be too hammered the next morning

- if someone even looked at you wrong at the bar, drunk choso will go off on them

- he’s totally giving off big dog energy towards anyone who dares give you a bad time

- choso is very giggly once he opens up a bit, after a few shots he’s the life of the party

- he’s a very honest drunk and he will tell you everything he loves about you as the night goes on

- “you look beautiful, babe.”

- “I wanna go home with you.”

- “c’mere, sweetheart.”

- he’d rather spend the night sitting on the curb outside the party talking to you than actually being inside

- loud parties overwhelm him after a while

- drunk Choso definitely gets fascinated by dumb little things

- streetlights, your earrings, the way your hand fits in his, he stares at things like they’re life-changing discoveries

- the first time he drunk kisses you, it’s sloppy, messy, but oh so sweet and you pull him in for more

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Summer Fun | Choso x Fem! Reader Headcanons

- Choso works night shifts at a 24 hour convenience store to make some extra money during the summer. You stop in at 1am to buy snacks just so you can see him.

- He wakes you up slowly on hot summer mornings, taking time to savor every moment with you before having to go anywhere or do anything.

- Choso insists on carrying everything for you. Bags, towels, snacks, etc.

- He prefers quiet, summer activities versus louder ones.

- Think convenience store runs at sunset, empty parks, riversides, and late-night walks when the air finally cools down.

- If you’re wearing sunscreen, he watches you with this soft, focused expression while you apply it, then quietly asks you to help him with his because he missed some spots.

- He gets warm easily but pretends he’s fine until you catch him standing directly in front of the AC with his eyes closed.

- He loves holding your hand during summer outings because your palms get warm against his, and he finds it comforting in a grounding way.

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Ryland Grace Cuddling Headcanons

- ryland is SO touch-starved without fully realizing it

- he’s spent so much of his life stressed, isolated, overthinking, or carrying the weight of impossible situations that being held by someone who genuinely loves him almost short-circuits his brain

- the first few times you cuddle he gets awkwardly self-conscious about it

- “am i crushing you?”

- “is my arm in the way?”

- “humans normally bend this direction, right?”

- once he relaxes though? absolute cling monster

- this man would absolutely fall asleep mid-conversation while holding you

- ryland LOVES sleepy cuddles after long nights working on equations or research because being next to you is the only thing that fully shuts his brain off

- he’s warm in a very comforting way, it’s like oversized hoodie fresh out of the dryer warm

- definitely the kind of person who unconsciously seeks you out in his sleep

- you’ll wake up and somehow he’s wrapped completely around you despite falling asleep on the opposite side of the bed

- he talks constantly while cuddling

- rambles about space

- weird science facts

- random teacher stories

- things he suddenly remembers at 2am

- and then halfway through explaining something he’ll realize you’re staring at him all fondly and he immediately gets flustered

- ryland absolutely melts if you play with his hair

- he just fully powers down

- after stressful days he likes laying with his head on your chest because hearing your heartbeat grounds him

- he’s the type to laugh softly into kisses during cuddles

- very affectionate in quiet, absentminded ways like brushing his thumb against your side, tracing shapes on your arm, pulling blankets around both of you automatically

- if you fall asleep on him he refuses to move no matter how uncomfortable he gets, even if his arm is numb, even if he desperately has to pee, he’s not disturbing you

- ryland would absolutely apologize for getting emotional if he ever broke down while holding you because deep down he’s terrified of burdening people

- but cuddling him during those vulnerable moments means everything to him

- there’s something incredibly soft about the fact that someone who carries the weight of entire worlds still just wants to be held gently at the end of the day

- also, he 100% accidentally infodumps himself to sleep while curled up against you