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𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Levi Ackerman x Lieutenant!Reader (GN)

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: As Captain Levi's trusted Lieutenant, you'd done your best to assist in keeping his new squad's morale up during your stay deep within the forest. Guarding the Beast Titan's user, Zeke Jeager, for a month's time had taken its toll on you all—you didn't see the attack coming until it was too late. The squad's death, Zeke's escape and recapture, the explosion...everything happened too fast for you to react beyond shielding your beloved Captain. The next thing you knew, you'd taken the blow, leaving Levi to come to your rescue.

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: Themes of grief/loss, descriptions of injury/injury to reader, angst-to-fluff, language

𝓐/𝓝: I'm so sorry this request took so long to publish! I was really off my game for most of 2025 lol. But now that I'm in a better headspace (at the moment), I'm wanting to get back to pushing out requests! I'm pretty self-conscious of this one-

Once again, the writing got away from me; enjoy a 2.8k word count :/ Hope it ended up okay for you lovely!

~𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉~

Just as quickly as it had begun, the chaos came to an end.

Steam from decomposing titans rose up through the trees like tendrils of smoke, enough to nearly obscure your vision entirely—it dissipated all too soon, leaving you with a grim sight just a pace or two away from where you stood on tired legs.

Hadn't you, just a moment before, cautioned your Captain against this? It seemed your concern had gone unnoted, for there Levi was; kneeling onto the forest floor, inches away from the mangled and crumpling corpse of the Beast Titan, reduced to unconsciousness. In one hand he held aloof a thunder spear, curling with steam and dissipating blood—though, the majority of sticky crimson remained, and you had to glance away.

#attack on titan #aot #aot fanfic #aot oneshots #aot fluff #aot angst #aot au #shingeki no kyoujin

chiffonbunni

a very secret admirer ۶ৎ [smau series]

꒰ summary ꒱; throughout your years in blue university, you've never really had anyone peak your interest, nor have you peaked anyone elses. recently, however, you've had a certain mystery man take a liking to you.

꒰ content ꒱; crack, mystery man texts again (:o)

clue 3; exaamsss ✴︎

with midterms coming up soon, you had no choice other than to coop yourself up in your room studying.

and even when you weren't, the only human interaction you allowed yourself was sitting next to other people in the lecture hall.

(and letting yourself sneak a few texts in to your friends)

you were sat at home, groaning in frustration into your hands, stuck on a page of theory you didn't quite understand.

it wasn't your fault you didn't pay attention to the lecture, his voice was so boring his sentences were practically lullabies!

#blue lock #blue lock smau #bllk #bllk smau #blue lock crack #bllk crack #isagi yoichi #chigiri hyoma #bachira meguru

kxsagi

“𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧”

a/n: @latenally gave me this idea from this post, so thank you!!! the title is also inspired by a hashtag in the reblog i saw from @kmbeelllll!!! i love my readers 🤍

synopsis: them meeting their celebrity crush (aka you) for the first time!

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

he rehearsed your introduction in his head 11 times before meeting you and still managed to black out the second you smiled at him. it was so bad.

he was invited onto a sports variety show because apparently “watching soccer players suffer through celebrity games” gets high ratings, and you were the guest host. actress, influencer, entrepreneur, everybody’s internet princess. the kind of celebrity whose instagram comments are just people begging for a chance.

and isagi? oh he was DOWN HORRENDOUS.

bachira exposed him beforehand, too. absolutely no loyalty. “isagi follows her on every single social media platform, including her instagram spam account,” bachira says into the mic while grinning. “the one where she posts blurry pancakes with colorful sprinkles and sunset pics? yeah, that one.”

the audience loses it.

isagi immediately folds in half like he’s been shot. “WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.”

then you walk out.

and suddenly this man is standing straighter than a military recruit. nodding too much. laughing too hard. saying “ah, yes” to literally everything you say.

you compliment his recent game and he goes: “you watched thAt?” voice CRACKING. like a middle schooler.

and the clip that goes viral is even worse because during the relay game you accidentally grab his hand to pull him forward and he completely forgets the rules of the game. just stops moving. staring at your joined hands like he’s witnessing divine intervention.

reo in the background screaming, “ISAGI MOVE??? MOVE???"

twitter titles it: “blue lock striker discovers woman for the first time.”

his fans think it’s the cutest thing ever because isagi usually comes off composed during interviews, so watching him malfunction over you becomes instant meme material.

your fans are split between: “awww he’s adorable.” “girl he is STARING at you like rent is due.” “that man wants to wife her immediately.” “he looked at her like she invented oxygen wtf.”

there are edits. so many edits.

someone puts cigarettes after sex over the hand-holding clip and it gets 12 million views overnight.

isagi sees it late at night and almost throws his phone into the ocean.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader

itssocomplicatedyeah

Imagine: You met Enjin on the day the city once again filled with screams, the cracking of rooftops, and the heavy rumble of trash beasts.

Days like that had happened here before, but it was impossible to get used to them. First, the glass in the shop windows would tremble, then people would rush to shut their shutters, grab their children, and flee the streets that, only minutes ago, had smelled of warm bread, caramelized crust, and morning coffee. Your bakery, too, sank into half-darkness when you forced the bolt across the door and told your younger sister to go upstairs, to your small apartment above the shop.

You remembered how she turned around on the stairs, fear frozen on her face.

“Don’t come out,” you told her then. “No matter what happens.”

And then, of course, something happened.

The impact was so powerful that the house across the street seemed to fold in on itself. Then the beast lunged toward your side of the street, and you did not immediately realize that you were screaming. Not because you were afraid for the shop, but because your sister was upstairs. You would have run after her yourself. That was how it always happened when adrenaline boiled in your blood: foolishly and recklessly, straight beneath falling beams and fragments of debris, if someone had not grabbed you by the shoulder and held you in place. You remembered that Cleaner’s face well, but not what he said. All your attention was fixed on the man with the umbrella, who appeared near the breach with such calm precision that it was as if he had known long in advance exactly where he needed to be.

Enjin.

Back then, you did not know his name yet.

All you saw was the gray umbrella opened amid the dust, his tall silhouette, his tattooed arm as he caught your sister and pulled her out from beneath the crumbling wall literally a moment before part of the ceiling collapsed. She was crying, clinging to his clothes, while he quietly told her something, soothing her almost casually. As if there were no monsters in the world, no wreckage, no heart inside your chest that had nearly torn itself apart.

When it was all over, you could not bring yourself to come closer for a long time. You simply stood in the middle of the street, covered in spilled flour, dust, and tears, while your sister, safe and alive, was already running into your arms.

Then came repairs, cleaning, shattered windows, display cases boarded up with planks. The city slowly and stubbornly returned to life again, like dough that still rises no matter how roughly it has been kneaded.

And when the bakery finally reopened, you and your sister spent almost the entire day at the oven. You baked everything you could: cinnamon buns, honey pastries, berry pies, little cream tartlets, sugar cookies, blueberry croissants. By evening, the tables were weighed down with bags tied with simple ribbons, and to each of them you attached a short note.

“Thank you for saving us. Thank you for saving her.”

Standing outside the Cleaners’ headquarters, you certainly felt almost laughably out of place. You held the bags with both hands, while your sister hid behind your shoulder and whispered that maybe it would be better to just leave everything by the door and run away. You had almost agreed when Semiu appeared in front of you.

She looked at you as though, in a couple of seconds, she had managed to understand your entire story.

“Is this for the Cleaners?” she asked.

You nodded.

“We just… wanted to say thank you.”

Semiu accepted the bags, and something soft flickered in her gaze.

“It’s very brave of you to come here in person.”

You smiled awkwardly.

“Stupid, probably.”

“No,” she replied. “Not stupid.”

Of course, you did not see how the bags ended up on the table in the common room. You did not see how the others first exchanged glances, then someone was the first to reach inside, and within a minute the room was filled with noise as though they had discovered not baked goods, but treasure. After all, in the Ground, pastries like that really were worth their weight in gold, and cost quite a lot, while these were free. Rudo and Zanka were already arguing over a cinnamon bun. Riyo shoved two pies into her mouth at once. And Follo was trying to find out whether there were any pastries left.

Enjin was the last to take one of the bags. He pulled out the note, skimmed the lines, and suddenly smiled. As if he had understood who it was from even before he finished reading.

“Oh,” Gris, standing beside him, drawled. “Looks like Enjin has himself an admirer.”

“Be jealous quietly,” he answered calmly, tucking the note into his pocket.

From then on, he began dropping by your shop more often. At first, as if by chance. He would pass by after a job, come in for coffee, buy something for the team to have with tea. Later, he stopped trying to pretend he had just happened to be nearby on business. He would simply open the door, and the little bell above it would ring so familiarly that you would start smiling before you even saw his face.

“You again,” you would say, setting a tray on the counter.

“What a warm welcome,” Enjin would reply, folding his umbrella by the entrance. “I’m moved.”

“Don’t get used to it. It’s just today’s special: a rude greeting at the counter, free of charge.”

“Then I’ll take two.”

You quickly memorized what he liked most, though Enjin could buy different things too, wanting to try everything. He could joke that he trusted your taste, could stand in front of the display case for a long time with the expression of someone making an important strategic decision. But if there were blueberry croissants among the pastries, his gaze always lingered on them a little longer.

And at some point, you started always saving one for him, hiding it under the counter.

Even if the day was busy, even if everything sold out before noon, and even if your sister rolled her eyes and said you were acting suspiciously.

“It’s for a regular customer,” you protested.

“Of course,” she drawled, looking as if she had figured everything out long ago. “For a very regular customer. With an umbrella and pretty eyes.”

“Go check the dough.”

“So you’re not arguing about the eyes?”

You threw a towel at her, and she ran away laughing.

Enjin, of course, noticed how carefully you had paid attention to his tastes. He did not show it right away, but one evening, when he came in close to closing and you silently placed a paper bag with that very croissant in front of him, he narrowed his eyes.

“You knew I’d come?”

“No.”

“But you saved it for me.”

“Maybe it just fell on the floor and I felt sorry to throw it away.”

“I’ll eat it even if it’s already hard as stone.”

You turned away toward the shelf so he would not see you smiling.

“Just take it before I change my mind.”

He chuckled quietly and unwrapped the fresh pastry.

Whenever he came by, you talked about a little bit of everything. The weather, supply deliveries for baking, how difficult and expensive it all was, fussy customers, how hard it was to keep sugar glaze from cracking when the air was too humid. You asked about his work carefully, not wanting to pry or seem intrusive.

But Enjin answered. Sometimes briefly, sometimes with a smirk. And sometimes he surprised even himself with how much he wanted to continue.

“Aren’t you scared to work here?” he asked once, sitting by the window with a cup of coffee. “In conditions like this. After everything.”

You shrugged, wiping your hands on your apron.

“I am scared. But if I close the shop because of fear, the city will become even darker. People need bread. And something sweet. Especially in our world.”

He looked at you for a long, attentive moment. Without his usual lazy smirk.

“That almost sounds like heroism.”

You snorted.

“Don’t start. I just know how to bake buns.”

“Sometimes that matters more than you think.”

For some reason, that made you feel embarrassed and so warm inside that your heart fluttered.

But you remembered one evening especially well, when the shop had already closed and your sister had gone upstairs, taking the leftover cookies with her, while you stepped into the yard behind the bakery, where it smelled of wet stone, a cooling oven, and fresh mint that you secretly grew in an old wooden crate by the wall. Enjin stood nearby, leaning one shoulder against the brickwork. He had a cigarette in one hand.

“Aren’t you afraid that if you keep eating pastries so often, soon even your own umbrella won’t be able to lift you?” you joked.

“Now that’s something I could take offense to,” he said.

You laughed.

“Sorry. I just think I’ve spoiled you.”

“But I deserved it, didn’t I?”

“I wish I had your confidence.”

He smirked, took a drag, and exhaled the smoke to the side so it would not drift toward you. That small carefulness caught at you more strongly than any beautiful words could have. You talked about trifles. About the old man from the neighboring street who bought the same loaf of bread every day but always pretended to choose. About your sister, who dreamed of learning how to bake buns so good that “the Cleaners would faint from delight.” About the fact that, in your opinion, Enjin hid his exhaustion behind jokes far too often.

“What a dangerous observation,” he said.

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“Any more of this, and I’ll start being afraid of your perceptiveness.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

He seemed about to answer, but then the first raindrop landed on your nose, and the second followed on your cheek. You lifted your head. The sky above the narrow yard had darkened more than before, and the roofs of the neighboring houses were already rippling under fine rain.

“I’ll go get an umbrella.”

You took a step toward the door, but behind you came the familiar rustle of fabric. When you turned around, Enjin had already opened his umbrella, easily shifting it so that both of you were sheltered beneath it. The rain pattered softly and rapidly against the dark surface, as though someone had scattered a handful of tiny beads over it.

Enjin smiled.

“Then what would you need me for?”

You froze for a second, then laughed.

“That sounded suggestive.”

He chuckled.

“As planned.”

“Idiot.”

You nudged his shoulder, but he did not even move. He only laughed with you.

The yard gradually darkened. Rain ran down the drainpipes, gathered in puddles, whispered over the bakery roof. Somewhere above, a window slammed shut. From inside the shop, sweet warmth still drifted out, while outside, the air grew cooler, fresher.

Suddenly, you noticed how close he was standing. Close enough that the edge of his sleeve almost brushed your hand. Close enough that the scent of his cologne and cigarettes mingled with the rain and something sweet.

Enjin raised his tattooed hand and touched your cheek with his thumb, wiping away a drop of water. The movement was simple, almost accidental, but you froze as though he had done something far more intimate.

A pleasant shiver ran through your body. And it was certainly not from the cold. He did not take his hand away right away. And you did not want him to. On the contrary, you leaned slightly closer, pressing your cheek into his palm. Enjin looked at you as if, in that second, all the jokes, all the familiar teasing and lazy smiles had suddenly become unnecessary. His gaze softened. Enjin stepped closer. The edge of the umbrella covered you more tightly, cutting you off from the rain, from the street, from the entire city, and he kissed you.

At first, it was almost weightless, as if he were asking for permission only after he had already understood the answer long ago. His lips were warm, tasting of powdered sugar, blueberries, and the faint bitterness of cigarettes. You breathed out against him, your fingers carefully clutching the edge of his clothing, as though afraid he would pull away too soon.

But Enjin did not pull away. He only bent a little lower, holding the umbrella above you, while his other hand gently touched your waist.

The rain drummed against the fabric. Drops shattered into puddles. Somewhere beyond the wall of your bakery, trays were cooling, still carrying the scent of fresh pastries. And in that moment, it seemed to you that the city, no matter how frightening it was, could still be pleasant. At least here, beneath Enjin’s umbrella. In his warm palm. In a kiss that had begun with gratitude, a blueberry croissant, and a single raindrop on your cheek.

#enjin x fem!reader #enjin x oc #enjin x you #enjin x y/n #enjin x reader

hunnismokah

enjin !!!!!!! i started watchign gachiakuta its really good

#art #digital art #fanart #artist #enjin

wittyjasontodd

Levi is beefier in s4 I refuse to believe other wise

Am I crazy or am I the only one who noticed this?

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

#levi ackerman #captain levi #levi aot #levi attack on titan #snk levi #levi x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you

siinfull

Imagine you hadn't replied last night and he found out why,

with Levi Ackerman. levi x f reader

Genre||Vibe; that time of the month, period comfort, sweet, can't move, drained, i'm-worried-but-i'd-be-damned-if-i-admitted-it, "what's wrong?", "are you okay?", tell-me-and-i'll-do-it-for-you, i don't mind, it's what friends (?) are for, i've got you

Summary; Being in college was one nightmare, getting your rather rare period along with it was a rude double down. You were drained, you were a mess, your place was a mess, the cramps were bullshitting you, the headache was puling on your sanity, and you could not drag yourself off the minimal comfort your couch provided. All of that meant that you weren't online—you couldn't—and one person was bothered by that fact...

🗡tags; sfw || sweet || comfort || period comfort || early friendship || CLOSE friends

🗡word count; 1.2k

🗡a/n; phew, as someone who's irregular, everything seriously feels like it's 10 times worse. i could only imagine having a Levi in my life so i could bleed and deflate peacefully. and as promised, this will be tailed by another fic so watch out for that too! i hope you enjoy them both <3

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #levi modern au #levi attack on titan #levi aot #snk levi #attack on titan #aot

dustyblack

FEAR

MASTERLIST || CHARACTER M.LIST

One Shot

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: after reader faces a near death experience, Levi loses his cool and fear seeps in

#levi ackerman #dustyblack #attack on titan #captain levi #captain levi x you #dusty black #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #levi fluff

enjinsdoll

──── MR & MRS ENJIN

part 2 of Mom & Dad — a/n: this is a little ooc, i apologize

The shiny object hit the table with a tiny metallic clink. You froze. Enjin pretended to freeze.

That bastard was playing you! His large hand slapped over it, trapping it against the worn wood.

“Was that a ring?” your eyes narrowed suspiciously at the supposed humble cleaner.

“No.”

“It was literally a ring.”

“It was a circular object.”

“You dropped a ring, Enjin.”

“It could’ve been anything,” he shot back smoothly. “A piece of blinking trash. A very shiny nut.”

“It sparkled.”

“A lot of things sparkle. Fireworks. Semiu’s lipgloss. My personality.”

#enjin fluff #enjin fanfic #enjin x you #enjin #enjin x reader #enjin x fem!reader

bbunisre

DRIVE ME INSANE! — ryomen sukuna

SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

NOTE ★ i don't know too much about street racing, so if i make mistakes pls lmk!!

PROFILES: YOU THE BIRTHDAY CAKE | FUTURE COUGARS & MILFS

01: WHAT SHALL I RENDER?

02: LET'S ALL MOAN

03: 15 UNFORTUNATE SIGNS YOUR HUSBAND DOESN'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE

04: START LINE (1.1K)

05: LIKE YOU RUMPELSTILSKIN

06: SEX TAPE

07: NICE ASS (0.6K)

08: I HAVE TO CUM

09: WHO GOT CHLAMYDIA?

10: S[HE] BE[LIE]VED

11: THE DAY OUR FRIENDSHIP DIED FOR 3 SECONDS

12: THE POEM INCIDENT (0.9K)

13: MR EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED

14: MY BAD (1K)

15: ASS CONNOISSEUR

16: RIDING WITH THE ENEMY (0.7K)

17: TAKE IT LIKE A GOOD BOY

18: LIKE A MIRROR

19: SLAP HIM SILLY! (1.5K)

20: WHO IS HE?

21: YOU WANT ME SO BAD

22: THAT REALLY HOT WAIST GRAB (0.4K)

23: AUNT LORETTA GOTTA GO

24: GOOD LUCK CHARM! (0.8K)

25: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

26: THE CUDDLE (0.6K)

27: WHOLE HOUSE MAD

28: THE GROCERY STORE DILEMMA (0.8K)

29: WGFT! (2.3k) nsfw

30: CRACK AND DIP EFFECT

31: GETORAMA

32: LOWKEY MISS YOU

33: FUMBLE LIKE KLAY THOMPSON

34: GOING IN ALL THE WAY (0.5K)

35: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

36: CURSED (1.9K)

37: CHOSO'S TIRAMISU CONUNDRUM (written)

38: THE YEARNER (written)

39: SALVATION

40: CUTE

41: IDK YET

42: REVENGE PLAN

EPILOGUE

FIRST TAGLIST (CLOSED) @b4tm4nn @love-d-luxe @in-aa @kurtcobaingirlie @hannahzg8 @goopzzz @therealmikeross @izakyun @jjkslvt @strwbrrysatoru @kmhsjy @honeysilkdawn @moonmintedx @charlisflyingangell @4rm-the-mf-concrete @chiizuyu @colortheoryrocks @chosoissohotugh @getosuguwife @cl3xr @satorugooner @cosmosspace @marija4674 @snowstriper101 @wqsrs @arithemod @yanelis-world @ehcilhc @ilunita13 @b9nii @ilovetoes @mo072806 @vampshxde @deeeeexx @hushkuna @salad85 @dabi-vakarian @marscars237 @ejk31 @lxne-moon @iluvmegumiiiii @emluvsgetou @tsnmmhrz @mxchiii @akiw0 @blu3berryies @whaddupbaby @kagstobioisthelightofmylife @ackermanandsukuna @gothicbeastgirl

AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ this has been sitting in the drafts for too long RELEASE EM!

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smau #jjk smut #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen x reader

enjinsdoll

𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 — the most pathetic yearner

enjin trying to flirt with you by jumping over the edge of the couch… except he misjudges everything and eats the floor. he recovers instantly though. points at the floor and goes, “yeah. tested gravity. still works.”

he tells everyone you’re just a friend while actively memorizing your favorite drink, favorite snack, favorite scent, favorite songs, the way your footsteps sound, and the exact expression you make before you laugh.

he gets jealous in the most humiliating ways. another guy makes you laugh and suddenly enjin is carrying three times his normal workload. ripping apart trash beasts like they personally insulted his bloodline.

you ask him to hold your bag for just a sec and he walks around with it for six hours being fancy.

this man absolutely practices conversations with you in his head beforehand. then you actually show up and he blurts out:

“you smell nice.”

“thanks?”

“like candle wax and min—UAHmince.”

he once tried to impress you by doing something dangerous and cool. ended up needing stitches.

enjin sees you wearing his coat once and genuinely stops functioning for a minute. just stares. blinking slowly. somebody unplugged him.

he tries to play it cool when you patch up his injuries but his ears are literally burning red the entire time.

if you fall asleep on him? over. done. he is sitting there in complete silence like a man chosen by god. doesn’t move for HOURS because “what if you wake up???”

he gets caught staring at you constantly. it’s that pathetic not blinking, mouth open stare. “wow. there she is. wowowowow.”

somebody asks him what his type is and he accidentally describes you down to the smallest detail before realizing halfway through.

he absolutely says your name under his breath when he’s alone sometimes. just testing how it sounds attached to him.

when you compliment him he carries it for MONTHS.

“you said i looked nice that one day.”

“enjin that was last year.”

he acts tougher around everyone else but the second you praise him he turns into a stray dog hearing good boy for the first time.

he once got into an argument because someone implied you weren’t pretty. nearly started a war over it actually.

if you touch his arm casually during a conversation he thinks about it all day. all night too.

he definitely has moments where he’s lying awake at night replaying tiny interactions with you. “she handed me something and our fingers touched. WOAH.”

he tries to make you laugh specifically. doesn’t care if nobody else reacts. if you giggle once he’s suddenly performing a whole stand-up routine.

he gets weirdly protective over things you give him. a cheap little trinket from you? suddenly his most prized possession (might becomes his jinki at some point).

enjin would absolutely deny being in love while looking like THIS: exhausted eyes, yearning sighs, standing outside your door at 2am because i was just passing by.

if someone flirts with you in front of him his smile gets terrifyingly polite.

he cannot handle you being sweet to him when he’s injured or sick. one forehead touch and he’s staring at the ceiling reconsidering his entire existence.

he tries so hard to be smooth when he’s jealous.

“you seem close with him.”

“that’s my cousin.”

“oh.”

“why are you sweating?”

he once walked into a pole because you smiled at him unexpectedly.

the team notices before you do. they’re watching him stare at you like a victorian man dying of tuberculosis.

enjin pretending not to care if you’re around another guy but immediately appearing behind you two. “hey. what are we talking about?” nobody invited him.

he’d rather DIE than admit he missed you.

if you praise another man in front of him he suddenly becomes the most competitive person alive. “oh he can cook?” next thing you know enjin’s burning an entire kitchen down trying to make soup.

he definitely got caught smiling to himself when he hears you on the choker and denied it with his whole chest.

“i’m not smiling.”

“enjin you’re literally kicking your feet.”

he acts like physical affection doesn’t affect him meanwhile one hug from you has him staring into space afterward like he survived a near death experience.

he once fixed his hair before seeing you and then acted annoyed when you noticed. “did you do something different to your hair? 🙂” — “no. 🙄” spent sixty minutes on it.

enjin hearing you call him pretty exactly once and replaying it in surround sound for the next five business days.

he wants your attention so bad it becomes embarrassing. if you ignore him for too long he starts doing progressively dumber things around you.

he absolutely has that pathetic wet cat energy after arguments. lurking nearby. sighing dramatically. hoping you’ll talk to him first.

when you’re cold he gives you his coat instantly but pretends he’s not affected by freezing temperatures while visibly shivering.

he once almost confessed accidentally and had to fake cough halfway through. “there’s something i need to tell you—” violent coughing fit. miraculous recovery ten seconds later.

if you ever kissed his cheek unexpectedly this man would ascend spiritually and physically. probably walks into another pole afterward.

#enjin #enjin x you #enjin x reader #enjin x fem!reader #gachiakuta x reader

melancholiclace

you're crying after a guy bothers you... and your boyfriend isn't about to let it slide.

bleehhh can't sleep and i made up this scenario w fratkuna sooooooooocontains college au frat!ryomen sukuna x midsize!fem!reader; themes of harrassment (the culprit is naoya bc i saw his ass in the manga😐), ryo is like ur knight but not in the toxic alpha male way ew & he punches a guy, & i'm using the hcs that toji, choso, & geto are all in a frat with him + the gojo twins are present (honorable mentions for twins satoshi "fratjo" gojo and satoru nerdjo🫶) and everyone goes to 'tokyo college of jujutsu tech', and dw it turns into fluff n comfort—btw this is noooottt proofread

"girl, you're really cute."

another nervous giggle, playing with a lock of your hair. jesus christ, you just wanted to get out of that fucking western poetry class.

you'd only taken the class because you needed a humanities elective, and it had looked interesting! unfortunately for you, though, every guy who thought they were a major philosopher and the next unbiological love child of nietzsche had also taken the class! and sadly, you had caught the attention of one of those guys—naoya zenin, one of the dean's relatives.

he was toji's cousin, you knew, and toji was your boyfriend's frat brother... so maybe you were fine? you tried to convince yourself you were as you sped walked out the door, naoya hot on your trail with a sleazy grin and a mouth full of harrassment.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk college au #nerdjo #fratjo #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader

sturduststrails

baby!yuji loves dad!kuna

Yuji ALWAYS runs too fast when he sees Sukuna.

The second his dad appears, all common sense leaves his tiny body.

One evening Sukuna comes home, you and Yuji are in the living room when the front door opens.

And immediately—

“DADAAAAA.”

Tiny feet SLAPPING against the floor at maximum speed

You barely have time to say:

“Yuji slow do—” Too late.

His little socks slide on the hardwood floor and suddenly—

THUD.

Dead silence

Yuji just lays there for one second in complete shock.

Not even crying yet.

Just processing

And Sukuna’s entire soul leaves his body.

“Yuji.”

He crosses the room in like two steps while you’re already kneeling down too.

Then comes the reaction

Tiny face crumpling.

Lip wobbling violently.

“…dadAAAAA.”

Instant sobbing.

Not even because it hurt that badly.

Mostly because he was emotionally devastated he fell while trying to get to Sukuna

And Sukuna looks genuinely stressed.

Scoops him up immediately, checking his face, hands, knees..

“You okay?”

“Lemme see.”

“You hit your head?”

Meanwhile Yuji is clinging to his shirt dramatically crying into his neck.

“Was runnin :(“

“Yeah I saw that.”

You’re trying not to laugh because Sukuna sounds personally offended at the floor.

Then Yuji hiccups sadly:

“Floor mean.”

Sukuna nods seriously.

“Floor’s a bitch.”

“SUKUNA.”

And honestly the cutest part is that even while crying, Yuji STILL only wants Sukuna.

Tiny arms locked around his neck.

Wet cheeks pressed against his shoulder.

So Sukuna just carries him around the house while he calms down.

Not even trying to put him down.

One tattooed hand rubbing his tiny back gently while Yuji sniffles himself sleepy.

Later Yuji whispers sadly:

“Wanted dada…”

Sukuna actually looks heartbroken for a second.

“I know, brat.”

From then on, every time Sukuna comes home and Yuji starts running full speed toward him, Sukuna immediately crouches down with his arms open like:

“Slow your little ass down first.”

Yuji never listens though..

original work, do not stole, copy, plagiarize my work - sturduststrails

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna fluff #sukuna ryomen x you #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna

whimsy-nightwing

A girl never grows out of smaus lol can we have some jay? i love that emotionally stunted nerd so much

ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ ・texts w/ boyfriend! jason todd・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ

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ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ featuring: jason todd x reader!! ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, fluffy, slice of life, crack, mentions of oral, established relationship ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ a/n: FINALLY finished this one thank you for the request <33 much love 😽 I LOVE ME SOME JAY also HAPPY INDIGENOUS & PRIDE MONTH

check out my other smaus!! requests & rules

thank you for reading lovelies <3

#dc texts #jason todd smau #jason todd x reader #redhood x reader #dc x reader #jay todd x reader

4nicolas

the rare moments when sukuna is actually clingy and acts like he's yours>>

you hadn't even made it out of bed before sukuna's arms were wrapping around you, pulling you back down against your shared bed. his movements were sluggish, still tired from sleep, but awake enough to realize you were trying to leave.

he pulls you back against him, all four arms wrapped around you tight, holding your body flush against his. two of his hands gripped your waist, the others splaying out against your front, keeping you close against his chest.

"what are you doing..?"

he mutters lowly, his voice rough and gravely from just waking up. you feel your stomach flutter, even after hearing his voice every morning for years, you still weren’t used to it.

you bring your hands up, grabbing onto his forearms and turning your head to look back at him, which only made the fluttering in your stomach worsen tenfold.

his eyes were half-lidded, narrowed in on you; if you didn't know him any better, you would think he was glaring at you. his pink hair was ruffled, short spikes going in every direction. his lips were downturned in a small frown; clearly, he hadn't been happy at the thought of you leaving.

"getting up?"

you reply, an amused smile finding your face as you turn in his grasp. he didn't stop you, letting you turn until you were chest to chest with him.

sukuna grumbles at your words, frowning further, his arms tightening around you instinctively, as if preparing for you to try and get up out of his arms again.

"no."

is all he says, pulling you even closer. the second your cheek hit his collarbone, you wanted to melt against him. he was so warm and soft. the skin of his chest wasn't like his hands, having built up years of calluses; instead, it was smooth, almost like a baby's.

you almost wanted to give in, to just go back to sleep in sukuna's arms; his warmth was inviting and practically calling your name. before you could even make a complaint sukuna's voice continues.

"you don't need to 'get up'."

he murmurs, his fingers starting to trace little patterns on your back, effectively destroying any possible retort you had. at your silence, sukuna starts to relax again, slowly letting himself fall back asleep, but you weren't gonna give in that easily.

you slide your hand up his side, gripping his side and trying to push back, pulling your head up away from sukunas. sukuna only grumbles, arms tightening further around you, wrapped around you like a vice.

after a challenging battle of pushing away from sukuna’s grasp, you somehow manage to loosen his grip, arms still locked around you, but now in a loose hold.

slowly you start sliding down, shuffling out of his grasp, carefully throwing your legs over the edge of the mattress before standing.

you made sure every movement was silent. nothing got past sukuna so you had to put up your best shot.

after making sure the coast was clear and you got off scott free, you turn, ready to start the day, even if sukuna didn’t want to.

“where are you going…?”

a hand reaches forward—then another, both of his right hands lock around your arm, tugging you back against him, into your rightful spot next to him.

this time you sigh, reaching up to pat his back, trying to get him to do something.

“ryo…”

he only exhales through his nose, eyes closed, purposefully avoiding looking at you.

“ryo.. the sun is starting to rise. it’s time to-”

before you could finish your sentence, sukuna rolls, taking you with him, laying fully on top of you, almost crushing you with his sheer weight.

your face was smushed against his neck, body completely shadowed by sukuna’s. sukuna presses his face into your hair, clearly telling you he wasn’t letting you win this.

after a few moments of silence and contemplation, you huff, begrudgingly wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting your fate as sukuna’s favorite pillow.

sukuna shifts, bringing his top set of arms to slip under your head, his lower set of arm staying wrapped tight around you. he finally relaxes, seemingly pleased with your submission.

if this was what it took to stay by his side, you didn’t mind, you’d probably do anything for that stubborn pink haired man.

besides he was really warm, and he did smell good…

—————————————————————————————

guys it’s 3:45am. that’s funny. I am NOT proof reading, I cringe when I read my writing too soon.

im also lowk fried😛🤤✌🏼

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

kxsagi

“𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧”

a/n: my coworker gagged me when i couldn’t reach something so he did it for me and when i said thank you he said “you just had to stretch a little more” mind you i couldn't reach it at all. hoe.

synopsis: the kind of pictures they’d post of you on their instagram story that would make everyone feel single.

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, hiori yo, barou shoei, kunigami rensuke, iglesias bunny, hugo vivian

isagi yoichi

blurry candid of you laughing because he said something stupid.

i mean genuinely blurry. your face is half-moving. the table is crooked. the photo quality looks like it was taken during an earthquake.

caption: "proof she finds me funny."

song: love on the brain – rihanna.

the funniest part is that isagi posts this with his whole chest. no irony. no embarrassment. no self-awareness.

because in his mind? making you laugh is one of his greatest accomplishments.

he stares at this picture more than some of his match highlights.

fans immediately lose their minds once they zoom in and realize you're looking directly at him while laughing. not at the camera. not at somebody else. him.

comments become: "girl blink twice if he's forcing you to laugh." "he definitely told the worst joke imaginable." "the way she's looking at him i'm going the fuck to bed 🫩"

and isagi is scrolling through the comments smiling like an idiot because nobody understands.

he remembers exactly what he said. it wasn't even funny. somehow you laughed for 5 straight minutes.

that's his favorite part.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #bllk #blue lock #sae itoshi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #reo mikage x reader

schtrambotik

Levi's road to confessing was arduous (to him) and full of longing

contains: angsty fluff. canon universe, reader joined the survey corps a little before Levi became Captain. mentions of canon typical events and minor character death. mostly focused on Levi's view of things. Miche and Erwin are rooting for the two of you, and they gossip about your relationship in their minuscule free time. slow burn ish. no smut.

wc: 6.2k

To Levi, meeting you felt like further proof that the world wanted to consistently push him to the edge of insanity, even if at a smaller scale than every unfortunate event of his past. It was the first time he felt completely weakened by something so harmless, idiotic infatuation.

He realized very early on, during your first week as a new member of the Corps, that he had an unparalleled interest in you. It appalled him.

For the first couple of months he refused to admit to himself that what he felt when you were around meant anything beyond idle curiosity.

He chalked up his harsh treatment of you during training to simply proving you were a good soldier; instead of what it actually was, a weak attempt to make you give up, because he felt someone like you shouldn’t have to deal with the horrors of the world.

He convinced himself the headaches he would get when you were called on for patrols or expeditions were just a result of his lack of sleep. And that the constant thoughts of you swirling in his mind every damn night would dissipate the longer you were around. He was very wrong about that.

He made it a point to not interact with you outside of training, missions, or briefings. Nonetheless, that didn’t mean he didn’t feed into his curiosity. As subtly as he could.

neo-dream

THIS WAS SOOO GOOD

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman angst #attack on titan angst #levi aot #levi ackerman

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