#verse: trying to kiss you

[stellamancer]

between the moon’s divide (satoru gojo x reader)

notes: uh. a week ago i thought to myself ‘oh i want to write a kiss scene’ thinking it would take me a day or two but no it took a week of me agonizing over... everything lmao.

contains: gender neutral reader, gojo is taller than the reader (as usual), some kind of tension, and finally kissing!!

wc: 2.1k

It’s sometime past midnight when you run across Satoru Gojo standing in the school’s courtyard. 

Unable to sleep, you’d taken to the halls. It’d become a habit by now, wandering the corridors like a restless ghost until sleep could evade you no longer. You’d actually been heading back to your room when you’d seen him, statuesque as he bathed in moonlight. You’d been vaguely aware that Gojo was not much of a sleeper, but you’d never run into him on one of your nighttime strolls. 

You come to a stop, observing Gojo as he stares up at the moon. It’s very odd for him; to be still, to be silent. 

Naturally, it doesn’t last for long.

“Finally here for our romantic moonlight rendezvous?” he asks, his tone playful, his gaze still fixed on the moon above. 

You can’t help but feel mildly annoyed that he’s noticed you at this distance. “As if. I was just wondering if maybe you were thinking about returning to your home planet.”

Gojo hums as you step out onto the courtyard, approaching him. "And leave you here? You'd be lonely without me.” 

You wait until you and Gojo are standing side by side to respond, not sparing him a glance as you retort, “Actually, I think you’d be the lonely one.”

At first, you don’t think much of the words that come out of your mouth. It’s habit to take anything Gojo throws at you and hurl it right back at him. The words play back in your mind as you tilt your head up to gaze up at the moon. It dominates the midnight sky, larger and brighter than anything else in the expanse above. Something about it reminds you of Gojo, strong, brilliant, and—

Lonely.

“You think?” he asks, sounding almost amused, as if you’d said something funny. 

“Probably?” you answer. "Though, I don't know, maybe your home planet is full of more Satoru Gojos and you would all be one happy collective, feeding into each other's egos and all that."

The thought of more than one Satoru Gojo, much less a whole planet full of them is enough to make your head throb with pain. The world has enough problems with one alone.

"...and what if there's no one else there?" 

You blink, and turn your head just slightly toward Gojo. He's still looking up at the moon, his expression almost melancholic. Something in your chest aches at the sight and you look back at the moon as if that will ease the pain.

It makes sense for him to think like that, to think his home planet would be deserted— all your lives you've been told how he's unique, how he's special, how he's the one and only Satoru Gojo. The thought, the notion that there could be another like him is near incomprehensible.

(There was one, someone, who came close and he—)

"Then don't go."

The words are barely audible, escaping your mouth like a whisper in the breeze. You're not even sure if you actually said them because under normal circumstances you'd keep such words to yourself, bury them deep inside your heart like a well-kept secret because in Satoru Gojo's hands those three words are little more than ammunition.  

And as much as you loathe the thought of giving him something else he can weaponize against you, you think he needs it right now. Even with the weight of the world on his shoulders, his hands remain ever empty, ready and willing to take on more burden. If you're going to give him something to hold, it might as well be something he can find some measure of joy in. 

You expect Gojo to cut to the chase and start teasing you. Hesitation is a foreign concept to him, especially with the prospect of something new to play with, but he is uncharacteristically silent. Against your better judgment, you turn your head back toward him and find that he is no longer looking up at the moon.

He’s looking at you. 

Your breath stills in your chest. The bright gleam of Gojo’s eyes is a curse in of itself, rooting you to the core. You’ve never been good at dealing with Gojo like this. Stupid as that blindfold of his looks on him, it acts as a buffer, as a shield. You want to look away. You have to look away before the shocking hue of his gaze pulls you in, traps you, ensnares you with no hope of escape.

Gojo moves, shifting into a position that brings him down to your height, facing you fully as he unleashes the full power of his stupidly brilliant blue eyes on you. He leans just the slightest bit in your direction. Your heart rate climbs higher and higher as he inches closer. A voice in the back of your mind tries to remind you, to reassure you: this isn’t the first time that Satoru Gojo has pulled this kind of trick on you, and it won’t be the last. He’ll creep closer and closer toward you, taunting you, teasing you, but the space between you will forever remain infinite. 

But then he presses his forehead to yours and all bets are off. 

You need to get away from him. Now. You take a step back, to put some space in between you. It might be finite, but some space is better than none. But even though you’ve taken a step back you find that you are no further than Gojo than you were before, your foreheads still pressed together.

What in the world? You swear you took a step back.

Something in your peripheral shifts and your eyes flicker down for just a second, catching the corner of his mouth twitch. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Then it clicks. You’re so used to seeing him using his technique to push everything away, to make himself untouchable, that you often forget that it’s not the only thing he can do. HIs power doesn’t only repel.

It attracts too. 

Your heartbeat grows erratic at the realization that the once infinite space between you is now all but obsolete. Like this, you’re far too aware of him; aware of his hair, brushing softly against your face, aware of his breathing, echoing loud in your ears, aware of his lips—

“...what are you doing?” you finally manage to whisper after what feels like an eternity. 

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you nearly regret them. The question is begging for trouble, inviting it and the inevitable teasing from Gojo. But still you ask— you have to, you need to. It feels counterintuitive, but you need the distraction of his answer and the annoyance it’s sure to bring to cut through the thoughts, the feelings that are threatening to swallow you whole. 

You expect his response to come instantly like it always does, but… it doesn't. Something stutters in your chest at the change in routine. Is he being purposely silent? Or is he actually thinking about his words before they come out of his mouth for once? 

Finally, finally, he speaks, his voice low and teasing for sure, but there's something else there, diluting his tone, laced in his words. It's subtle, but whatever it is throws you completely off balance. "I thought you said 'don't go.'" 

Your mouth opens. You start to speak. But no words come out, instead they are lodged in your throat— honesty and reluctance mangled together in one huge lump. The thought occurs to you to just leave them there, unspoken. But, you wouldn't put it past Gojo to try and rip them free; with that in mind you pull at the words, unraveling them before releasing them into the night air. "…I did." 

It's official now: you've gone off script and you both know it. 

Gojo pulls back, just enough for you to see his face clearly. You think he's going to tease you for your admission, but instead, he studies you, his eyes probing, searching. You don’t know what for, but with no buffer, no infinity between you, it feels almost as if you are laid bare before the hypnotic glow of his eyes. 

Try as you might, you cannot even bring yourself to look away. You are charmed, captivated, enchanted by the spell of his eyes. Any hope for escape is gone and the only things that remain are you and the limitless blue.

Something shifts in Gojo’s expression and you wonder, distantly, if he’s found whatever it was he was looking for. 

He surges forward, pressing his forehead to yours once more, angling himself, positioning himself, and his mouth, his lips—

They’re barely there. Hovering as close as they possibly can without even touching. You can feel his breath, warm and intoxicating and it’s suddenly so hard to move, to think, to even breathe with the threat of Satoru Gojo imminent and about to swallow you whole.

He could, if he wanted and you both know it, and yet…

“Not even gonna try and deny it?” he asks, and you can practically feel his lips moving with each word he speaks. His tone is amused still, teasing still, but there's something more to it. It's like a secret, a plea even, interwoven into his words and actions, loud and unsubtle in a way that screams Satoru Gojo.

You don't know why he doesn't just say what he wants right now. Maybe he thinks it's more fun to try and be coy about it. Or maybe he thinks if he actually says it, you'll refuse like you always do, because you never think he really means it when he says it.

But right now, you think Gojo might.

You think he might really want to kiss you. 

This is your last chance, you think, your lips parting, your response heavy in your mouth. Whatever happens from here on out hinges entirely on what you say next. It’s not just about trying to deny what you said anymore; it's about denying whatever the hell is actually going on between you and Gojo. All this time, you've been turning a blind eye to things, adamant that there's nothing there— that Gojo is just a colleague and nothing more. And despite that, despite everything, he pushed and shoved his way into your heart like it's where he's belonged all along. Those three little words are undeniable proof that there's something between the two of you and it's awfully kind of him to let you try and deny it. 

But can you?

"...no." 

The realization settles in your chest, heavy yet liberating as you breathe the word into the air. You can’t— you won’t deny it, deny him.

Not any more.

Gojo’s entire body goes still, but then his hands are cupping your face, long fingers splayed across your cheeks. He’s holding you like a treasure, his touch reverent. Gojo presses his forehead to yours once more; his breath caresses you once more and you think that maybe, for the first time in his life, Satoru Gojo knows hesitation, feels it running through his veins as the space between your lips and his grows more and more infinitesimally small. 

You like to pretend that you'd never given much thought to how your first kiss with Gojo would go, but you never would have thought that it would be like this— gentle and sweet. But despite that, it feels almost like your chest is going to burst as he fills your lungs, your veins, your entire being.

For just a moment, you think he’s about to pull away, and your body reacts of its own accord, reaching out for him, keeping him close. It’s at this moment that the kiss shifts into something more hungry, more desperate. Gojo’s lips part, his tongue swiping against your lips, begging you to do the same. 

You do not deny him. 

Eventually, eventually you pull away, dazed and out of breath, but Gojo doesn’t let you go too far, his arms wrapping around you. A silence settles around the two of you as you stand there, bathing in moonlight. 

Of course, it doesn’t last for long. 

“You’re really down bad for me, huh,” Gojo remarks, his voice infuriatingly smug.

You rip yourself from his grasp... or, at least, you try to. What you manage to do is free yourself enough so that you can look at his face. Naturally he’s beaming, all too pleased by everything that’s going on, his eyes shining brighter than any star in the sky. 

The words you normally say, the words you usually say, try to force their way out of your mouth, but you catch them before they do. You’ve decided, you remind yourself, you won’t deny him any more. 

“...guess I am,” you answer, as casually as possible, then you add, as a cheeky afterthought, “And what about you?”

The grin on Gojo’s face widens as he leans in and that’s how your second kiss begins.

[whaliiwatching]

hm. them. also ding ding

[rockybloo]

Sweetheart is a rap fan.

She fucks with all types, even the ones people deem too violent, sexual, or WHATEVER people use as an excuse to demean rap.

She listens to all sorts of subgenres in it as well.

Since she is a relatively well known hero in my storyverse, one of her favorite things is when she is listening to a verse and someone drops a ref to her in it. She gets the biggest grin on her face.

[pensivespacepirate]

AM I IN FUCKING ESKEW AGAIN

[silverlombaxwitch]

Oh ya? That Spiderman movie? It's plagued my mind and have never been normal since

[serabellyms]

PLOTTED STARTER !     ⤷ @magemade ✧ callum.

The last few nights had been nights full of nothing but restlessness for Rayla. Ever since coming back from Umber Tor, visiting the Storm Spire again... All she could see when she closed her eyes were the horrible images that plagued her. And to make matters worse, new ones had surfaced. Ones she didn't want to see, to experience... or to even think about.

She knew why. It had been that... ridiculous request Callum had made of her. Well, ridiculous was putting it mildly; she'd called it that because she couldn't bring herself to admit the truth about it: that what he'd asked her to do was the one thing she couldn't do. Not him, not in a million years.

Rayla knew she'd give up her own life before she could ever fulfill that request.

Unfortunately... those sleepless nights had started to catch up to her. She knew if she didn't get at least a bit of sleep, she was going to regret it, and people were going to start asking questions... and knowing Callum, he'd be at the front of that line. Distant as they'd been, and as much as he'd kept her at arm's length, she knew he'd be the first to catch on. So, she did the only thing she knew she could: find a place of comfort, with lots of moonlight, and hope that she at least got enough sleep to function tomorrow.

She knew exactly the place. Callum wasn't in his office, thankfully; she didn't want to know what he'd think if he saw her sleeping in such a strange place. With one deep breath to steel herself, Rayla pulled herself up into the window, satisfied that she was out of sight enough that even if someone walked in, she wouldn't be immediately seen. Her sitting on a window sill wasn't out of the ordinary, but sleeping on one? The less questions she had to answer about that one, the better.

Settling herself as comfortably as she could, she tossed her cloak over herself like a blanket, settling down. Was it comfortable? Absolutely not. Was it the worst place she'd slept? Definitely not. At least up in the window, she didn't have to worry about ambushes or wild animals; the guards patrolling the castle prevented that, along with Pyrrah doing the occasional flight around from the skies.

She must have been more tired than she anticipated, as within moments, she was sound asleep; the moon was soothing enough that she was sleeping heavily, overcome with the exhaustion that days of little to no sleep had caused in her.

After a few hours, she roused awake, still feeling some of the exhaustion that plagued her; though she'd slept, most of it wasn't a restful sleep. It was then that she realized she was no longer in the window; she was laying on something soft, with a blanket tucked over her. Who would've..?

"Callum?" She croaked, sitting up as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. How long had she slept? There was light, but... no, it wasn't sunlight. She could see the faint glow along the horizon, but the majority of the light was still from the moon, so it had to be at least an hour before sunrise.

[bcrnfromawish]

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜ // from @corpcuffed ! >w>

&. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || @corpcuffed / @sansgout

FINE BROWS WOULD RAISE at that, as the slightest of sniggers would threaten to emerge upon her very lips. But just as quickly, any hint of levity would submerge itself back beneath a pale surface. Like a callous swipe over an already greyed out canvas, it was all gone-- just like that. And Maria would merely appear thoughtful then, if not rightfully so. Save for the much too casual tilt of her head, as if all she was contemplating over then-- was what she should have for lunch that day.

This cute stranger was right, though, she certainly didn't know what he was about. But-- there was obviously a reason as to why he had wounded up here in the very first place. And as sweet as that little bit of assurance might be, she had lost count over how many times it has been said to her-- if not broken.

"... really? Because for a second there, you were looking at me like I was one of those... monsters."

[quietlyblooms]

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

kiss & tell | oooh @ofurizen wants chiyo soooo bad ≖‿≖

" 'm sorry i didn't listen. "

the words are tired and spoken between rasped breaths as chiyo holsters her pistols. her arms and legs feel like jello -- a side effect of nearly meeting her end at the gruesome hands of a hulking demon. but there isn't a drop of concern for herself in the pools of brown gazing at v. it's all for him. she'd watched as the creature trampled over shadow, barreling towards the man with such ferocity, and as griffon snatched v out of harm's way, chiyo fired without a second thought. her onslaught drew the demon's attention to her, as she wished, but she didn't have an avian companion to save her from being squashed.

she didn't need one. a well-placed bullet ( read: lucky shot ) sent the demon tumbling to the ground, giving nightmare enough time to manifest and v to finish the job. and thank god.

as v's hair turns from white to black again, chiyo worries she's made him angry. at the very least, she expects to be reprimanded after her reckless display. she's only human. a fragile thing like her shouldn't take risks that aren't in her favor, particularly when she was told to stay back.

green eyes finally meet her own, and chiyo shifts uncomfortably beneath the intensity of v's stare. the need to justify her actions rises in her chest, forces words out that aren't as careful as they typically might be. she cares too deeply to hide it very well anymore. " but that thing wasn't gonna give you a break. i couldn't just stand there. what if you got hurt? " the distance between them is rapidly closing with v's long strides. like she always has, chiyo stands her ground and does not move, brow furrowing and mouth twisting into a frown.

but it is not an argument that v wants. he enters her space not to intimidate her but to pull her closer, eliciting a gasp as his gloved hand grasps her jaw and arm wraps around her. he wants her. the realization winds chiyo, steals the breath from her lungs seconds before v has the chance to, and it's almost embarrassing how easily she melts and molds into his touch then, how readily she stands on her tiptoes so that he doesn't have to bend down quite so far. if he wants her, he'll have her.

his kiss is a hungry, greedy thing, and chiyo is nothing but willing to feed it. he need not tilt her head for a better angle because she does it for him, presses closer without the encouragement of a tighter embrace, though she does relish in it. he need not be insistent for she wants him, too; he must understand that when she is so eager to surrender to his touch. take what you want, her body sighs. one hand slides up tattooed skin to rest delicately at the base of v's throat while the other tangles itself in dark strands and doesn't let go. her mind grows fuzzy, unable to think clearly even as their lips part for air, and chiyo meets v's gaze with half-lidded eyes. she feels the rise and fall of his chest, wonders if his heart beats as fast as hers does.

yours. all yours, her eyes seem to say as she takes hold of the hand that held her jaw and turns her head to press a kiss to his thumb, tilt her face into his palm. a smile tugs at her mouth, bashful and teasing all at once.

" maybe i'm not so sorry. "

[graysondays]

— ✿ TAG DUMP. › LENNY GRAYSON.

These are going to be under a read more, because this got very long.

— ✿ i stumbled over all my words i made it weird i made it worse. › default verse.

— ✿ no time to lose we’ve got to move steady your hand. › naruto verse.

— ✿ you’re a virgin who can’t drive. › high school verse.

— ✿ you’re like a sunshine only giving good vibes anytime that you roll in. › yugioh gx verse.

— ✿ from underneath the trees we watch the sky confusing stars for satellites. › yugioh 5ds verse.

— ✿ kiss kiss fall in love. › ohshc verse.

— ✿ is this what it feels like to really cry. › noragami verse.

— ✿ you wouldn’t find a riceball in a fruits basket. › fruits basket verse.

— ✿ everybody’s trying to be famous and i’m just trying to find a place to hide. › swac verse.

— ✿ i’ll choose you over and over again. › lenny’s pokemon verse.

— ✿ put down the weapons you fight with and kill em with kindness. › kingdom hearts verse.

— ✿ darling don’t you ever grow up just stay this little. › single mom verse.

— ✿ in ancient egypt when the pyramids were still young. › ancient egypt verse.

— ✿ i could be your sunshine girl or the company for your misery. › supernatural verse.

— ✿ let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes. › headcanons.

— ✿ she wears flower crowns and knitted sweaters. › appearance.

— ✿ the more boys i meet the more i love my cat. › aesthetic.

— ✿ and we danced all night to the best song ever. › playlist.

— ✿ but i know this crush ain’t going away. › ryou and lenny. › diverse-hearts.

— ✿ let me love you until you learn to love yourself. › saeran and lenny. › diverse-hearts.

[sharpsuite]

[ cover ] for chishiya ... from niragi . damn .

↳ NONVERBAL MEMES ↳ [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket 

     “ Can you slow down a bit? Have you considered the fact that your strides are a lot bigger than mine? “ Chishiya can’t help the grumble and pointedly ignores looking at Niragi DESPITE how he’s leaning against him for support as they make their way through the empty Beach hallways. ( Everyone else fast asleep, dead, or still playing a game. ) The height difference makes it awkward for the both of them ; likely more so for Niragi’s spine. But Chishiya hadn’t expected for Niragi to HELP. He hadn't thought the other had noticed something was amiss. Chishiya had been perfectly content to sit in the car until everyone was gone – the other players had rushed out as soon as they arrived and he had fully expecting Niragi to storm out too. Then Chishiya could slip in and limp to his room and call it a night. He was a doctor, he knew he should ice his injured ankle but he wasn't not keen on ANYONE seeing him weak. None of the idiots in the car had noticed anything was off when Chishiya had made his way to the car after the game. No one other than Niragi if his lingering presence in the car had been anything to go by.

   His mind struggles to make sense of it all. Niragi is HERE helping him move while putting as little weight as possible on his twisted ankle. It brings an unfamiliar feeling to the surface within his chest that he doesn’t want to think about. Not when Niragi’s right here. Eventually they make it to his room and he doesn’t bother to try to scold Niragi for slamming the door open. He’s too tired, he’s hurting, and he doubts it would achieve anything. There’s nothing to even indicate this is anyone’s room much less an EXECUTIVE'S other than a few blankets and his shoes and a spare hoodie. It’s as blank as the man himself. “ You were very confident opening that door with no proof I didn’t have a trap set. “ He hates how exhausted his voice sounds, lacking the smug taunting tone he usually has. But he has enough energy to roll his eyes at the less than graceful shove towards his bed. He doesn’t protest for once and collapses onto the bed, dragging himself up until he can sink into the pillows. That’s it.

   Or so he thinks. Chishiya’s cold in the air conditioning but trying to retrieve the blankets feels like too much work. Apparently he doesn’t need to. Chishiya’s eyes stay shut despite feeling one and then two of his fluffy blankets being draped over him. It’s the most absurd image ; Niragi fetching blankets and covering him with it. ( And if Chishiya gives a small sigh of comfort when he nuzzles into them, well that’s just another secret to keep to the growing list between them. ) “ Any chance I can get some ice? “ He mumbles ; he decides the potential mockery or insults NOW would be better than potentially risk any commentary of being caught by Niragi later if he tried to go get some. Or anyone for that matter. Mainly the latter if he's honest with himself. Maybe it won’t achieve anything – at least he tried and he can come up with some snide defense later if need be.

  He hears movement and his hand reaches out to loosely grasp Niragi’s hand before the other can disappear – be it to get him ice or just leave. His eyes are open and focused again, peering at Niragi from under the blankets. His lips part, a moment of hesitation drawing out as he tries to find what he wants to say. More like tries to swallow his pride.  “ . . . Thanks, Niragi. “ His touch lingers a split second more and then he retracts his hand back under the blankets that he curls into. How often has Niragi ever been thanked? The thought is a random one – he can’t assume it’s been very much. He pulls the blankets tighter around him and focuses on that instead of everything else. Instead of the fact he let Niragi into his space and it felt FINE, instead of the fact Niragi helped, instead of how warm Niragi was, instead of being draped in his favorite blankets. Chishiya CAN'T even blame this on Niragi because he knows he could have said a million cruel things to drive the other away before any of this happened. But he hadn't. Instead he'd let him help and thanked him. He shoves the thoughts and alarms in his head away and gives a silent, slow exhale. / @crue11

[snkts]

magnus (6'3") 🤭

SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S! || ACCEPTING

(KILL BILL SIRENS)

[unnonexistence]

∞

I got three passports, couple of visas Don't even know my real name

from Life During Wartime (Live) by Talking Heads

[sparklestheunicorn]

I can see you is so pen and kelsea coded

[shecharm]

[ @serpentsexile , starter call. human verse. ]

She'd never gone to a casino before; in fact, she sometimes forgets they exist because they're not anything she's ever been interested in, yet here she was. In a casino. The amount of anxiety she felt in her body was almost enough to make her want to flee . . still, she was there for a reason. Her hands trembled instead, but she kept them tightly clasped together to try to lessen the tremor. The energy in this place was nearly suffocating, with brilliant flashing lights meant to pull you closer, to tempt you… ah, she felt so out of place.

"Uhm . ." How horrible, her voice was so tiny! she clears her throat before continuing, "Pardon me? I'm not sure who I'm supposed to speak with . . but I have some questions about possible employment?" Her head tilts, her thumbnails barely pressing into the skin on her hands. They were dressed in a mask . . very strange. Still, she believes they must work there - didn't it make sense?

[tvrningout]

sometimes i think about offering up oc ideas based in dorverold for people to snatch up if they so choose but i feel like that'd actually be asking a lot bc there's a lot to read about and the lore is expanding and there's still stuff i haven't talked about bc i need to get it on paper and organize it properly :' )

[obstinaterixatrix]

my memory’s pretty spotty but surprisingly I remember a fair amount of lyrics from a song I haven’t listened to since… at minimum 7 years