#mashle x reader

[stxr-lilac]

How it feels when you find the perfect fanfic to read

[mi-kage]

7 minutes in heaven !!

so, it’s a high school reunion, and you’re sitting with a bunch of old classmates, some classmates you've still interact with, some you barely remember.

the room feel nostalgic, everyone’s laughing, and then someone suggests a stupid game, spin the bottle, but with dares. not just any dares, though. It’s like, spin the bottle meets truth or dare on steroids. someone even yells to flip the bottle and everyone’s hyped. you’re sitting there, lowkey praying the bottle doesn’t point at you, because you know these dares are gonna be wild.

the bottle’s spinning, and you’re holding your breath, hoping it lands on your friend next to you. you’re already giggling inside. but then — oh no — the bottle starts slowing down, and your heart sinks. it stops. right. in. front. of. you.

fuck my life, you think. pure bad luck. and then you see where the other end’s pointing. It’s him. the guy who totally hated you back in high school. you swear, you almost want to curse fate right there. and now he’s looking at you, eyebrows raised like he’s just as shocked. you’re ready to bolt, already stammering some excuse like, “uh, I’m good, I’ll pass—”

but your friends? oh, they’re no help. one of them’s like, “YAY! the dare’s set! you two gotta do 7 minutes inside cupboard!”

locked in a cupboard for seven minutes. seven whole minutes. you’re screaming internally, why this? why him? you glance at him, expecting him to shut it down, because no way he’s cool with this, right? but he just shrugs, avoiding your eyes, and mumbles, “guess it can’t be helped.”

before you knew it, the group was shoving you both toward this tiny closet. the door slammed shut, and you heard the click of the lock. it was so cramped, you could barely move. he was right in front of you, one hand braced against the wall by your head, his body way too close.

you could feel his breath, and it made your skin prickle. the air was thick, and you were already sweating, trying not to panic. you couldn’t even look at him, so you stared at the wall, muttering, “look, sorry about this. let’s just… forget this ever happened when we get out, okay?”

he didn’t say anything back. you’re still kinda scared of him — yeah, he’s still scary, but he’s looking more handsome now, and that actually makes your heart beat way too fast. you’re afraid he might hear it.

then he speaks, voice low, repeating something you just said, “forget this, huh?” you nod, nervous, but before you can say anything else, he leans in. way closer. your back’s already against the wall, and his body’s practically pinning you. good, you’re trapped. his face is inches from yours, and you’re like, “what are you—”

but then he kisses you. slow, soft at first, like he’s testing the waters. he pulls back, staring into your soul, one hand gently cupping your face. you’re frozen, heart racing, body tingling. you can’t even form words. it’s too much. the air feels thick, suffocating.

then he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you can't help yourself to you lean into it, arms wrapping around his neck. you don’t know if it’s the heat of the cupboard or the fact that, deep down, you’ve always had a thing for him, but you’re into it.

he whispers your name between kisses, his voice all husky, and his hands start wandering—lower, brushing your thighs. your breath hitches, and you hear yourself whisper, “more.”

he pauses, eyes locked on yours, like he’s asking for permission. you nod, barely thinking straight. next thing you know, he’s undoing his belt, and oh, his dick’s out, hard and ready. you’re both moving fast now, like you’re racing the clock. he tugs your panties down, and you’re already so worked up you don’t even care.

he slides in, slow at first, and you gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth so you don’t moan too loud. the cupboard creaks as he starts moving, his eyes never leaving yours. his hair’s all messy, sweat dripping down his face, and it’s so very attractive of him.

four minutes in, he’s got his head buried in your shoulder, kissing your neck, and you whimper his name. you clench around him, and he groans, teeth gritted, clearly feeling it.

you’re both so lost in each other, you forget the timer, forget everything. he picks up the pace, and you’re whispering, “nnh— I’m gonna—” before you cum, hard, muffling your moans with your hands. He grabs your hips, slamming into you one last time before he finishes, cumming inside you.

you’re both panting, trying to catch your breath, when you realize — shit, it’s been seven minutes. he quickly pulls his pants up, you fix your clothes, and he steals one more kiss before you both try to act normal. except… the door’s still locked.

nine minutes passed before the door finally opened. apparently, they “forgot” about you guys. he just tsks, annoyed, and you’re standing there, sweaty and legs a bit wobbling.

your friend question you because of how sweaty you are. you stammer, “I-It’s hot in there, okay? super small cupboard.” but your face is burning, and you’re barely holding it together, wondering how you went from dreading this to… whatever this was with the guy you thought hated you.

kageyama tobio, bakugo katsuki, michael kaiser, shinazugawa sanemi, tsukishima kei, itoshi rin, iwaizumi hajime, shorato ichimiya, rayne ames, kanzaki kaoru, fushiguro megumi, dabi, lance crown, your fav character . . .

© MI-KAGE 2025. please do not repost, edit, copy, translate, or plagiarize my works

[jardanikos]

Obsession is not the same as devotion

This is quite a controversial topic. A lot of men and women want their partner to be obsessed with them, because they think that someone obsessed with them equals guaranteed loyalty.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Someone who’s obsessed can still cheat on you, betray you, disappear without a trace, or even abandon you. On the other hand, someone who’s devoted to you—without being obsessed—builds their bond on loyalty, respect, and consistency.

Obsession is instability. Devotion is sustainable.

Obsession = volatility.

Devotion = loyalty.

You don’t need someone obsessed with you. You need someone who’s sure about you—and about themselves. That’s the only real sign you should look for. Not their looks, not their money, not their status.

You might ask yourself: Are they sure about me?

And you’ll know they are because they do things for you—effortlessly, without being asked or begged. That alone creates a clear difference from the way they treat everyone else. You don’t need to chase, beg, or convince them. Love isn’t just about being infatuated. Love is logistics. Obsession burns out over time, but devotion lasts the more you nurture it.

By the way, I came up with all this while eating a bowl of cereal at 3 a.m., lol.

[luxthestrange]

THE QUOTE

You're either isekai or reincarnated into your fav fandom, and while you may be in your fav world...you can't escape yourself, hon-

Character: You stay positive. You always believe that everything is going to work out. How do you do it?

Y/n/Reader: Well, I'll tell you, my secret!... I lie to myself

Character*Is taken aback and looks nervous*...

Y/n/Reader: Every morning when I wake up,I say everything is going to be okay, but I'm lying...

Character*Smiles and tries to get up, only for you to hold them down and give them the most preoccupying unblinking shacking gaze with a strained hushed voice*....

Y/n/Reader: And I don't know how much longer I can do it...

Y/n/Reader*Puts the mask back on and smiles, leaving them* Have a swell night!

[ariachaos]

Your works are very cronchy :3

May I suggest: when they realize they're in love with you OR... first time they tell you "I love you" with the mashle guys?

happy to know my works are edible <3333 thank you for requesting <3

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(reader is gn! reader)

mash doesn't consider his feelings for you to be love or not until his friends ask him out of pure curiosity. he knows that he feels something for you, but that's as far as he considers. you make him feel more than most people do, even when you're not doing anything special. if he were to choose spending time with you over making cream puffs, he'd prefer to make cream puffs with you. it's not that fun making them by himself anymore, mash figured.

besides, it's not like mash really knows what love is. there's no solid description of it, but according to his friends, dot especially, it's a strong feeling that makes you want to spend more time with a certain someone or just be near them at any time of the day.

and to mash, he figures he does love you when you poke your head into your dorm room and his heart does a silly jump, but his eyes light up without him knowing. poor mash, not realizing that he's so wrapped around your pinkie that anyone could practically see a dog tail wagging behind him every time he sees you.

finn wants to implode at the mere mention of love. not because he doesn't love you, no. but because he's not sure if he's ready to say it. he doesn't know if he should admit it because he fears that if he does, he'll scare you off. but finn knows he loves you. more than he'd like to admit. even a mere glimpse of you in the hallways or classrooms sends his heart soaring, but finn knows that he loves you because he feels so safe with you.

you're a home he wished he had in his childhood, back when he thought a home was a building. but finn learned that a home is a person's heart, and he's made himself at home in your heart just as much you've found one in his. and he hopes you'll never leave it. there's nowhere else safer for him than in your arms with your hands in his.

finn knows that things will be okay because he loves you, even if he hasn't come around to saying just yet.

there are very few things lance hesitates about. in fact, one might think there's nothing that would make him stumble more than the knowledge that his sister might get a boyfriend one day. but those kinds of people don't know him. they all assume he only has his sister in his mind and nothing else, but that's not true at all.

no, lance hesitates the most when he considers for a brief moment if he truly loves you more than anna. of course, the argument there would be: it's a different kind of love; there's no comparison! but that's not what lance is questions. he doesn't want to be a waste of your time. he doesn't want to look back and realize you were never his first priority when you should've. he doesn't know if he could handle the heartbroken and disappointed look you give him when you realize you weren't his first priority, the first person he thinks of when he wakes up to the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.

lance knows you should be. and therefore, he questions his love for you. and when he realizes that you're no mere second or third priority in his life, lance feels comforted. only when he is self-assured can he face you as your lover. because you deserved his full devotion.

of course he does; dot has no doubt in his mind that you are the only thing on his mind for a good portion of the day. he daydreams and dreams about you, spends any spare waking moment wondering what you're doing, if you've ate, if you're sleeping well, if you're having a good day, and so on. to dot, you're on a whole different level of vip, even more than his friends and sister. so yes, dot doesn't hesitate to say bold declarations of love because what else could these feelings be?

dot is the picture perfection description of a simp, down bad, head over heels, and rose-tinted glasses all at once. there's really no question behind it when he's grinning like an idiot at a picture of you and him on your latest date, rubbing it into his friends faces and declaring you as nothing short of his heart, soul, and world. and dot's words are only simple and bold because he sees no need to use fancy, illustrating words for the love that burns for you night and day.

abyss loves you like you're the only reason he gets up in the morning. he doesn't even have to open his eyes to think about you; the darkness beneath his eyelids makes him crave your blinding smile and warm embrace immediately. oh, how he longs for the future days where you can wake up in his arms, the mornings and nights when you're the first and last thing he sees. abyss knows he loves you... he craves you in more than mere carnal ways.

abyss has no need of the sun when he has you; abyss has no need of a large manor that he grew up in the basement of when he has you. he needs nothing else but you, and there's nothing that deters him from knowing that he loves you. and he knows you know he loves you because you're so gentle with him, his heart, his body, his soul. there's no amount of words he could say to describe how you make him feel, but all he knows is that you must be a reward, a blessing from the heavens because he had some great and marvelous thing i his past life.

whenever abyss looks at you, he knows. all the trouble and suffering in his childhood was all the more worth it when he found you in his life. found you in the sunlight, humming and swaying with the sunny breeze, sitting there like you had stepped out of a painting, feeling like you were made of silk. how soft and delicate his love is, but stronger than anything else in the universe.

is there truly a word abel could use to describe how he feels around you? was there really a phrase of sorts, something poetic but simple that he could use to explain how painful yet delightful his love for you is? he wonders, truly.

abel is no genius with his feelings, but he knows that you are what he's been looking for. you are the other half of his soul, the puzzle piece that fits the you-shaped gap in his heart; you're simply so perfect for him to love that abel feels like it is a sin to love you. a sin to love you and desire you the way only he could, to crave you and seek you out when he misses the sight and feel of you, perhaps even the taste of your lips on his.

abel is no genius with his feelings, yet he knows that this love between you and him are for the two of you alone. no one else gets to lay a hand on it, lest this love be a sin to anyone else, a maze of torturous wants and needs that could only be fulfilled by you. but they can't have you. because abel has you. therefore, this love is only for you and you alone.

there's very little wirth feels like he needs to prove. he knows he's strong, he knows he's smart and has wealth that his other peers are jealous of. and he knows he loves you.

but does he? does he love you the way you deserve? are you content being loved by him? are you pleased with the love you've found in hi heart, all for you to take and take with no expectations of giving anything in return? perhaps a glance or two his way and maybe a smile will do nicely, wirth thinks. he'll do just about anything and everything that you wish him to do, just as he had for his father who gave him no recognition and no praise for his hard work. you, on the other hand, gave when you weren't required to. you recognized, acknowledged, and praised him beyond words. you touched his heart when no one else wanted to, and now he's so hopelessly yet willingly yours.

wirth knows he will never be happier with anyone else. they could never provide him with what you give him, even if you didn't need to. all your sweet words and touches, warm eyes and hands, down to your very breath seems to sing praises to him, and wirth thrives.

oh please, please ask rayne if he loves you. please ask when he knew he loved you. he begs. he begs and pleads and waits for the day you walk about to him with the cutely curious glint in your eyes, adorably asking him when he knew he loved you because he has an answer. an answer that's been holed up in his pocket like a housekey waiting to be brought out at the end of a tiring day of work.

rayne knew he loved you the moment you came to him in tears, apologizing over and over again until he was more worried you were going to pass out from the lack of air in your lungs than whatever you did wrong. he found it so silly yet lovable that you were so sorry that you spilled your morning coffee on his rabbit handkerchief, knowing he cherished it. but there was nothing more he cherished than you. rayne loves you more than all the money in the world, all the wealth and comfort the world and its people could lay at his feet. why would he need all that when he has you right beside him? don't be silly, he has no thoughts of leaving you, so you shouldn't be either. you were his for the taking to day you sobbed into his chest over spilled coffee on his handkerchief. you were his to love and cherish and keep when he tilted your head up and had the first taste of your lips against his.

there's no love like rayne's, and rayne knows he got you hook, line, and sinker.

ah yes, the one man who acts like you don't mean anything more to him than a housemate and a coworker. orter is insufferably emotionally constipated, so please bless him if he can't show his love for you properly. orter has considered telepathically sharing his thoughts with you whenever he thinks of you and fawns over you in his head, but he doesn't because he knows neither of you will get anything done. you're better off having blind faith that this guy loves you because while you and him think he's being sly and sneaky, his coworkers and especially his brother can see otherwise.

how do you now know that he covers the table with his head when you go under to grab something you dropped? how do you not realize that he has memorized your coffee order top to bottom? how do you not see how he knows how you like your eggs, steak, or any food order that you've made at any restaurant? how do you not see orter madl going above and beyond for you?

the answer is simple: he's never given you a reason to expect anything less. orter, from acquaintance to marriage, never gave you a reason to expect anything less from you because he knew when he met you that you were going to be something else to him. cringey, i know, and he knows too, but there's really no other way to explain it. but because that's the case, you don't see his efforts because orter doesn't want you to. he doesn't want to be praised for something he sees elementary, basic, and put promptly, the lowest standard.

[emmyrosee]

when you have an itch on your back, you flop down on top of him and whine about the itch, writhing like a dog trying to scratch your back against him, begging him for help. he pulls a face, reels his hands back as you squirm, “why must you come to me with such demands? are you not a whole grown adult?”

“because you scratch my back the best,” you whimper. “please?”

he clicks his tongue and puts his phone to the side, “i totally wasn’t in the middle of anything, it’s fine, sure,” he grumbles, but ultimately, he lowers his hand to indeed, scratch your back, hands coming under your shirt to gently, barely, dig his nails in to quell the sensation, listening to your directions of ‘up, left, little lower.’ you mewl and relax against him as he hits the spot giving you the most trouble, and you hear him sigh.

“you’re literally like an animal,” he mutters, but you hear the smirk in his voice.

“woof,” you offer him, stretching happily as the hand scratching your back slowly stops, leaving his thumb to gently smooth over the now warm skin.

“and for the record, i shouldn’t just be the best one who scratches your back- i’d better be the only one.”

you smile and nod, not making a move to get up as his other arm rests on your back, using you as a prop to keep his phone in his hands. he doesn’t say anything, merely keeping one hand to smooth up and down your back, the other thumbing through his phone as you slowly feel your eyes grow heavy from the soft touch and the love in the air.

[kuutardo4e]

his voice soften when he talks to you - sae (bllk), rayne (mashle), levi (snk), kinich, al haitham (genshin)

m.list | rules

Sae, even though he hates it, has to spend a scandalous amount of time with a ton of people for his career. He's always asked everywhere, he's probably the definition of busy if you ask his manager, but also the most idgaf person he's ever seen. That until you're in the room, and you need something – anything, that he can figure out for you or help you with. His manager never gets used to the way his voice softens, calling out your name like it's coated with honey, asking you if you need anything or if you're okay. It's subtle, not a lot would notice, but if you got the chance to talk with Sae more than once, you'll notice it. It's caring, gentle, sometimes in the rush to make sure you're fine, but always with gentle eyes following your silhouette or shadow around. 

Rayne can appear a lot less caring than he actually is, even regarding his own brother if you don't know them enough. He's serious, seeking the best for himself, not there to make friends. And yet those who get the chance to meet him at the same time as you do are surprised to hear how he talks to you. It's informal, there's some kind of fondness in his voice that nobody else gets to feel for themselves. If you ask them, they'll probably tell you don't even seem to notice when everybody else does by the way you never seem frustrated. But how could you when that's your norm with him ? His voice is so sweet when he tells you to be careful with your power, pushing a stand of hair for your face. Or even when he assures you he'll make time to help you study. To you, he's the sweetest person who ever stepped on earth.

Levi rarely shows any sign of affection ever, to anyone, even his closest friends. You just have to know he appreciates you to not get offended, or really notice how his voice changes – and he doesn't appreciate a lot of people. So maybe you never noticed how his voice is less harsh with you, how his words yearn a bit after he finishes his sentences, how his eyes look at you for a second too long ; but Hange never misses it. The way you don't seem to pay it any mind, even the way it doesn't seem to affect him even if he'll always call your name a little sweeter than any other. Hange never even imagined mentioning it, but they'll for sure keep a close eye on it.  

Kinich can be a little straightforward but that doesn't mean he's mean or arsh – at least that's never what he has in mind, that's what Mualani concluded. Even with all of that, she couldn't help but giggles at the way his voice softens when he talks to you. He never raises his voice but also puts a lot more life into it, lingering with his words and his eyes instinctively searching for your approval or at least an answer. He never screams when he calls your name, even when he's worried or even scared for your safety. His lips move upward into a small smile every time he gets to talk to you  and she definitely hopes you noticed how the man fell for you. 

It's not only in the way Al Haitham talks to you that makes people notices the proximity, but mostly the time he can take off for you. He can be really busy, or it can be outside his work hours and yet he's always there to answer or help you, cutting what he's doing to do so with the softest voice his co-worker ever heard from him. He won't roll his eyes, raise his voice or sigh during the conversation, never. He'll always make sure that you leave with everything you need in hands and mind, so he'll take some extra time, explaining you softly, with gentle gestures, careful as if he was around a bird. 

[m0reighn4]

Your closest 'friend' who has been by your side since before you can even remember. If you were around, people automatically assumed he'd be too.

Your closest 'friend' who is noticeably nicer with you. He's a lot cozier, often closing gaps between you and him that he'd never do with anyone else. But you'll always chalk it up to the close bond you share and nothing more.

Your closest 'friend' who always, subconsciously, buys you your favourite snacks. He'll walk past a store on his way to visit you, but will always black out. Next thing he knows, he's a few bucks shorter and one random item richer. Not that he'd the one who'll be keeping it.

Your closest 'friend' who always seems so sulky and distant when you're not around. Sometimes, it's noticeable. Others, it's more subtle. He's always eyeing the clock, dragging his feet, checking the entrances and exits every few minutes.

Your closest 'friend' who almost never stops talking about you to others. He can't help it! Everything reminds him of you. It starts off with a quiet remark, then he's off on a short tangent. Everyone around him is so fed up with him because of it.

Your closest 'friend' who yearns to get closer. Sure, you're both seated beside each other under the shade of a tree. But wouldn't it be better— sweeter,— if he snuggled closer, wrapped his arm around you or maybe even held your hand.

Your closest 'friend' who often catches himself staring at your lips. It's only when he's lost in thought or when his mind goes blank. He'll snap out of it, tense up, then mentally scold himself for coming off as such a perv.

Your closest 'friend' who everyone assumes you're dating just because of how chummy the two of you are together. You'll always deny it, but they'll never believe it. And there's a small part of him that prays their words come true.

Your closest 'friend' who gives people odd looks when they get too close or— even worse— try to baby him. With every step they take forward, he takes one back. But for some reason that nobody knows, you can do it. You're allowed it sweet talk him, coo and squeeze his cheeks while calling him all sorts of infantalising names. In fact, he quietly hopes you do.

Your closest 'friend' who gives people the foulest of scowls when they talk you. It's even worse, if he's already with you and the person in question butts in— as he'll put it. He won't say anything. It will just be silent as he glares from over your shoulder, making the person uncomfortable.

Your closest 'friend' who will swear in all directions that he's perfectly content with your relationship. But it's always during those quiet nights where he lays awake. He misses you— your smell, your touch and it's starting to drive him crazy.

Dan Heng; Phainon; Ken Takakura (Okarun); Jinshi; Rin Itoshi; Nagito Komaeda; Satoru Gojo; Hanako-kun (Amane Yugi); Kou Minamoto; Caleb; Zayne; Kei Uzuki; Metal Bat; Genos; Diluc; Arata Usuba; Draco; Lance Crown; Himmel; Izuku Midoriya; Lancelot Norman; Chuuya Nakahara; Edward Elric; Zanka Nijiku; [+any of your favs]

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