#when he said “i'm an introvert but i'm not shy and i'm not quiet i just get my energy from being alone”

[viktorrotkiv]

Phil Lester is a King for using the word introvert correctly

[satansdarlin]

Blue stained glass

While I work on the fourth chapter of a full deck of cards I also decided to write for another one of my boys! Welcoming Kurt Wagner to the stage! Apologies for any bad German, I'm still learning it and often forget that it is a gendered language so please forgive me.

MDNI

Rating: E

Word count: 8.3k

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x shy!artist!fem!reader

Warnings: reader being kinda stalkerish but not with bad intentions, implied that some of the students have harmless crushes on Kurt, Kurt being a flirt, smut! Because I missed writing it, Oral (fem receiving), PiV, mentions of Kurt's faith, you wife that man up!, pregnancy. Not beta read!

If you liked this check of my masterlist or put in a request if they are open

Golden light trickled in through the curtains as the sun set behind the school. The smell of dragon's blood incense wafted around the room in delicate wisps of smoke. The only sounds were the slight breeze outside and the dragging of bristles across canvas. You sat on the wooden stool, a slight hunch in your back you'd need to correct later with stretches. Your gaze followed along as you drew blue across the canvas. Blue had become a vital part of all your recent works, and you knew exactly why. Whenever you thought of art, flashes of blue fur, a spaded tail, the smell of sulfur, a silver cross, and a mischievous laugh filled your mind. You wouldn't call it obsession or infatuation. He was your muse. Not that he knew. How could you tell your teammate that he gave you such powerful inspiration? So the portfolio filled to the brim with artworks of just him remained hidden away under your bed.

Kurt Wagner. Everyone loved him. He was a friend worth keeping, made everything fun, always had the best ideas to keep the students entertained, and loved to chatter. Even Logan enjoyed his company from time to time. Kurt just had a way with people, with mutants. A few months back, you had a solo mission with him. It was awkward at first—the shy, quiet artist of the school and the impish chatterbox didn't know how to approach one another. In the end, the mission had concluded in giggles and soft-spoken words. Kurt was wonderful. That's why you couldn't understand why he kept insisting on spending time with you of all people. You were reserved, shy, introverted—the exact opposite of Kurt.

You had put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on your door before starting, hoping it would deter visitors. It did. Well, anyone who saw the sign didn't bother you; the same could not be said for the blue fuzzy imp. He didn't see it, to be fair. He had just gotten home from taking some students to the mall for shopping and wanted to show you the paints he had found, so he teleported. The smell of sulfur and the familiar BAMF sound filled your room, making your eyes widen comedically as you stared at the canvas. A painting of Kurt praying in a church with blue stained glass—one he was most certainly not supposed to see.

"Mein Freund, you would not believe the gift I have found for you— ah," his pleasant accent-tinted voice stalled as he gazed at your shape and then the painting before you. His eyes widened and filled with glee. "Oh mein Gott! Is that me? It's... it's—" he struggled to find the English word for a moment before settling on, "herrlich."

You stammered shyly as he walked up behind you, gazing at the painting with a smile that made your insides flutter like a thousand baby butterflies had hatched. "I... erm... yes, it's you, but it's not finished," you spoke hesitantly.

"Not finished?" Kurt moved closer, his tail swaying gently behind him in that way it did when he was truly excited about something. "But it's already so beautiful! The way you captured the light through the windows..." He leaned in, careful not to disturb your workspace, but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. "I had no idea you were watching me pray."

Your cheeks burned hot. "I... I wasn't. Not really. I just... sometimes I sketch you when you're around the mansion, and I remembered how peaceful you looked that one time I passed by the chapel..." You trailed off, realizing you might be revealing too much.

Kurt's expression softened, and a knowing look crossed his features. "Then perhaps..." he said, reaching down to carefully take the brush from your trembling fingers, "you wouldn't mind showing me the other drawings?" His golden eyes flickered toward your bed, where your portfolio lay hidden.

Your heart nearly stopped. "You knew?"

A gentle laugh escaped him, musical and warm. "Mein Schatz, I may be a fool sometimes, but I'm not blind. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching." He paused, his tail curling slightly in what you had learned was nervousness. "The same way I look at you when you're lost in your art."

The confession hung in the air between you, as tangible as the wisps of incense smoke still dancing through the golden evening light. You sat frozen, brush dripping blue paint onto the dropcloth below, as Kurt Wagner—your muse, your teammate, your secret inspiration—waited for your response with bated breath.

"You... look at me?" You whispered in shock and a tinge of disbelief. He looked at you like you looked at him? That sounded impossible, yet the way his tail curled in nervousness and his foot tapped against the ground told a different story.

Kurt's hand came up to rub the back of his neck, a gesture you'd seen countless times when he was trying to find the right words. "Ja, I do. More than I probably should." His voice was softer now, almost vulnerable. "When you're in the garden sketching, or during the art class with the students when you create those beautiful displays... The way your face lights up when you finally perfect a piece you've been working on..." He trailed off, a deeper blue tinting his cheeks.

Your heart thundered in your chest as he took a small step closer, his tail now swaying in a gentle, hypnotic pattern. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but..." He gestured to himself with a self-deprecating smile. "Well, I wasn't sure someone who creates such beauty would want..."

"Kurt," you interrupted, finding courage you didn't know you had. Standing from your stool, you reached for his hand, feeling the unique texture of his fur against your palm. "You are beauty. Why do you think I can't stop painting you?"

His golden eyes widened, and that brilliant smile you'd captured in countless sketches spread across his face. "Then perhaps," he said, bringing your joined hands up between you, "we've both been a bit foolish, ja?"

A small laugh escaped you, breaking the tension. "More than a bit." Your eyes drifted to the painting on the easel, then back to him. "Would you... would you like to see the others? The real ones, not just the ones I do for art class?"

Kurt's tail perked up, and he squeezed your hand gently. "I would love nothing more, mein Schatz. But first..." He reached into his jacket pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small paper bag. "I really did bring you something from the art store."

Inside was a set of iridescent blue paints that shifted colors in the dying sunlight, almost the exact shade of Kurt's fur when he moved. Your breath caught at the thoughtfulness of the gift, and when you looked up at him, his expression was so tender it made your heart ache.

"I saw them and thought of you," he admitted quietly. "Though I suppose I'm always thinking of you these days."

The confession hung in the air like a prayer, and you found yourself moving closer, drawn into his orbit like you'd always been, only now there was no need to hide it. The golden light that had started this evening's painting session now painted Kurt in warm hues, making him look almost ethereal—your own personal angel, right here in your art-cluttered room.

"Kurt," you whispered, not quite sure what you wanted to say, but knowing you needed to say something. The way he looked at you now, like you were one of his precious religious paintings come to life, made you understand why he'd always insisted on spending time with you. He'd been drawn to you just as you'd been to him, both of you dancing around each other in an elaborate routine of stolen glances and hidden feelings.

His tail curled gently around your wrist, as if he couldn't bear to not touch you in some way, and you realized that maybe this was what inspiration truly felt like—not just the desire to capture beauty, but to be part of it. With trembling hands, you knelt beside your bed, aware of Kurt's presence behind you as you reached underneath to pull out the large black portfolio case. Your heart hammered against your ribs—no one had ever seen these pieces before. They were raw, honest, intimate in a way your public artwork never was.

"I, um," you started, clutching the portfolio to your chest as you stood, "some of these are just quick sketches, and others aren't very good—"

"Liebling," Kurt interrupted gently, his tail swaying with barely contained excitement, "everything you create is wunderbar. May I?" He gestured to your bed, and you nodded, watching as he settled cross-legged on the corner, patting the space beside him.

You sat down carefully, the portfolio balanced on your lap. Kurt's warmth beside you was both comforting and nerve-wracking. Taking a deep breath, you unzipped the case and pulled out the first few pieces.

"Oh!" Kurt's delighted gasp made you jump slightly. His tail curled in pleasure as he leaned forward to study a charcoal drawing of himself perched on the mansion's balcony railing, looking out over the grounds. "I remember this day. It was right after that terrible thunderstorm, ja? When the sun finally came out?"

You nodded, surprised he'd remembered such a small moment. "The light was hitting your fur just right, and I couldn't help but..." you trailed off, embarrassed at admitting how much you'd observed him.

But Kurt was already reaching for the next piece, his golden eyes bright with wonder. "And this one!" It was a series of quick gesture sketches of him during a training session, his body in various poses of acrobatic grace. "You've captured the movement so perfectly. I had no idea you were watching so closely."

Your cheeks burned. "I hope that doesn't sound creepy."

His laugh was warm and genuine. "Nein, not at all. Though it does explain why you always volunteered to help supervise training." His tail brushed against your back playfully, making you squeak in surprise.

As you went through more pieces, your initial nervousness began to fade, replaced by a warm glow at Kurt's genuine enthusiasm for each drawing. He had a comment for every piece—remembering the moments you'd captured, praising your technique, asking questions about your process. His tail never stopped moving, expressing his excitement in a way his controlled expressions couldn't quite hide.

"This one," he breathed, carefully lifting a watercolor painting, "this is..." It was one of your favorites��Kurt in the library late at night, reading by lamplight, his tail curled around a cup of tea. You'd painted it from memory after watching him there one evening, trying to capture the peaceful contentment he radiated in those quiet moments.

"The way you see me," he said softly, tracing the air above the painting as if afraid to touch it, "it's so..."

"Real," you finished quietly. "That's just... how you look to me."

Kurt turned to face you then, and the expression on his face made your breath catch. "All this time," he murmured, "I thought I was alone in feeling this way. In seeing such beauty in someone else."

You ducked your head, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, but his tail gently curved under your chin, lifting it back up. "No hiding," he said softly. "Not anymore, ja?"

The portfolio slid forgotten to the floor as Kurt's hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch feather-light, as if he still couldn't quite believe he was allowed this. In the fading golden light of your room, surrounded by scattered artwork that told the story of your hidden feelings, Kurt Wagner looked at you like you were the masterpiece—not the artist. Time seemed to slow as Kurt's hand remained gentle against your cheek, his thumb brushing softly across your skin. Your heart was doing acrobatics that could rival his best performances, and you wondered if he could feel how warm your face had become.

"Mein Schatz," he whispered, leaning closer, "may I...?"

You could only manage a tiny nod, and then his lips were on yours, soft and sweet. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent, and you could feel his smile against your mouth. His tail curled around your waist, drawing you closer as your hands tentatively came up to rest against his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt and the steady beating of his heart beneath.

When you finally parted, you immediately buried your burning face in his shoulder, earning a warm chuckle that rumbled through his chest. "Hiding again so soon?" he teased, his accent thicker with emotion.

"Mmph," was all you could manage, which only made him laugh more.

"And here I thought artists were supposed to appreciate beautiful moments," he continued playfully, his tail squeezing your waist. "Perhaps I should pose for another painting? 'The First Kiss' would make a lovely addition to your collection, ja?"

You groaned and swatted his chest weakly. "Kurt!"

"Or maybe a series?" He was clearly enjoying himself now, his voice full of mischief. "We could call it 'The Evolution of Romance' or 'Love in Blue'—"

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your face still flaming. "You're terrible."

His grin was radiant. "Terrible, but yours?" The hope in his voice made your heart flutter.

"Yeah," you whispered, managing a shy smile. "Mine."

"Wunderbar!" He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "Though I must ask—do you have any paintings of our future together hidden away as well? Should I be prepared for more surprises?"

"Kurt Wagner!" You tried to sound scandalized, but you couldn't help laughing, especially when he waggled his eyebrows at you.

"What? It's a reasonable question! After all, you've been secretly documenting me for months. For all I know, you've already planned our wedding colors—blue and more blue, I assume?"

You grabbed a nearby pillow and tried to smack him with it, but he teleported across the room with a BAMF, leaving a cloud of sulfur and the echo of his laughter. He reappeared perched on your easel, careful not to disturb your painting, his tail swishing playfully.

"You know," he said, his golden eyes twinkling, "I think I prefer being your muse when I know about it. The poses can be much more interesting this way."

"Oh my god," you mumbled, falling back onto your bed and covering your face with your hands. But you couldn't hide your smile, especially when you felt the familiar displacement of air and suddenly had a warm, fuzzy mutant curled around you, pressing gentle kisses to your temple.

"Don't worry, Liebling," he murmured against your skin, his tail finding your hand and twining with your fingers. "I promise to be the best muse you could ask for. Though..." He paused dramatically, "I do have one condition."

You peeked through your fingers at him. "What's that?"

His smile softened into something so tender it made your chest ache. "That next time you paint me praying in the chapel, you'll be there with me. Some masterpieces are better created together, don't you think?"

This time, when you pulled him down for another kiss, you didn't hide your face afterward. After all, how could you when he was looking at you like that—like you were both the artist and the masterpiece, the muse and the creator, the beginning and end of something beautiful?

Though you did blush furiously when he later insisted on signing all your portraits of him with "Kurt Wagner, Professional Muse and Master of Stealing Artists' Hearts.”

.

.

.

The chatter of students filled the air and the sweet smell of honeysuckle surrounded you and your students. Truth be told, you hadn't even offered to do this job; teaching the art class wasn't something that had ever been on your mind, but Charles had asked you to do so, saying it would be good for the students to have an outlet for their emotions. Though teaching a bunch of mutant teenagers wasn't particularly easy, especially when half of them wanted to be in the danger room training to be X-Men—you probably got more questions about that than actual art.

"Your piece should be about expression. There is no right or wrong, only your feelings about your art," you spoke gently as you walked by the students settled in the grass of the gardens behind the school. A hand rose up and you looked over and nodded at the boy, Damian you believed his name was.

"Excuse me, but how exactly is painting helping us prepare for anything?" You sighed at the boy's question as he got some chastising nudges from some of your more kind students. You got that question about every class.

Before you could answer, a familiar BAMF sound and the scent of sulfur announced Kurt's arrival. He appeared perched on the garden wall, his tail swaying as he grinned at the class. Several students brightened immediately—Kurt had always been a favorite among them.

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, mein junger Freund," Kurt said, gracefully flipping down to land beside you. His shoulder brushed yours in a subtle show of support that made your heart flutter, even after months of being together. "Art teaches us more than you might think. Strategy, patience, observation..." He winked at you before continuing, "How do you think I learned to move so efficiently in battle? By understanding space, movement, and perception—all things your talented teacher here helped me improve."

A few students giggled, well aware of your relationship with the blue mutant. It had become something of a school legend how you'd been caught with a portfolio full of Kurt drawings. Some of the older students even insisted they'd known all along, claiming they'd seen the way you both looked at each other during training sessions.

"Besides," Kurt continued, picking up one of the spare brushes from your supply kit and twirling it like one of his swords, "did you know that Leonardo da Vinci used his artistic skills to design defense systems? Or that camouflage patterns were created by artists? Even the maps we use for missions were drawn by artists."

Damian sat up straighter, suddenly looking more interested. "Really?"

You smiled, grateful for Kurt's intervention. "Really. And speaking of missions..." You shared a knowing look with Kurt before addressing the class. "Who wants to hear about the time my sketching skills helped us locate a hidden Sentinel facility?"

"Oh, tell them about the warehouse in Berlin!" Kurt added enthusiastically, his tail curling around your waist as he settled beside you. "When you noticed the architectural inconsistencies in my reconnaissance sketches?"

The students were all paying attention now, art supplies temporarily forgotten as they leaned in to hear the story. Even Damian had put down his phone, his previous skepticism replaced with curiosity.

"Well," you began, feeling Kurt's tail squeeze encouragingly, "it started when we noticed some unusual energy signatures in an old industrial district..."

As you recounted the mission, Kurt occasionally chimed in with his own colorful commentary, making the students laugh with his dramatic reenactments. You couldn't help but smile, watching him demonstrate his acrobatic moves while describing how your artistic knowledge had helped spot the hidden entrance.

"And that," Kurt concluded, landing gracefully beside you again, "is why we should never underestimate the power of art. Or artists." He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, making several students coo and others playfully groan at the display of affection.

"Mr. Wagner," one of the girls called out, a mischievous glint in her eye, "are you going to model for our class like you do for the teacher?"

Your face immediately heated up as Kurt laughed delightedly. "Sadly, I'm needed in the danger room. Though..." He grinned at you, that familiar impish look in his golden eyes, "I do have a private session scheduled later."

"Kurt!" you hissed, mortified as the students erupted in giggles.

He merely winked, pressed another quick kiss to your cheek, and teleported away with a theatrical bow, leaving you to face your amused students with burning cheeks.

"Now then," you said, trying to regain some semblance of professional dignity despite your flushed face, "back to your projects. And no, Jenny, you cannot paint Mr. Wagner for your assignment—pick a different subject."

The disappointment on several faces told you that more than one student had been planning exactly that. You couldn't really blame them though. After all, you had an entire portfolio that proved just how inspiring a subject Kurt Wagner could be. After the lingering giggles from Kurt's dramatic exit finally subsided, you circled back through your students, the grass crunching softly beneath your feet. The afternoon sun warmed your shoulders as you paused to observe their work, offering gentle guidance where needed.

"Sarah," you said, stopping beside a girl whose hands were literally glowing as she painted, her mutation allowing her to create luminescent colors, "that's beautiful. The way you're using your powers to add depth to the sunset—very creative." Her beaming smile made your heart warm; it was moments like these that reminded you why Charles had been right about teaching.

Moving on, you found Marcus struggling with his brushstrokes, his extra set of arms getting in the way of each other. "Try coordinating them like we practiced," you suggested softly. "Remember, each hand can work on a different section. Think of it like... like when Kurt coordinates his tail with his movements during training."

The mention of Kurt made a few nearby students glance up with knowing smirks, but you ignored them, focusing on how Marcus's face lit up with understanding. Within minutes, all four of his hands were working in harmony, creating an intricate pattern that would have taken others four times as long to complete.

"Teacher?" A quiet voice drew your attention to Amy, a shy freshman whose scales tended to change color with her emotions—currently a nervous purple. "I... I don't know if this is good enough." She gestured to her canvas where she'd painted a self-portrait, her scales rendered in beautiful iridescent shades.

You knelt beside her, careful not to disturb her workspace. "What makes you think it's not good enough?"

"It's just..." she glanced around at her classmates' work, her scales shifting to a deeper purple. "Everyone else is painting normal things. Beautiful things. I painted... me."

"Amy," you said gently, thinking of all the times you'd doubted your own artwork, of all the paintings of Kurt you'd hidden away because you thought they were too revealing, too personal. "Do you remember what Kurt said in his last ethics class about beauty?"

Her scales flickered with hints of pink—she had a bit of a crush on Kurt, like half the school. "That it comes in all forms?"

"Exactly. And look—" you pointed to how the light caught her painting's scales, creating rainbow patterns across the canvas. "You've captured something uniquely beautiful. Something only you could create, because only you know exactly how those scales feel, how they shift and change. That's not just good art, that's powerful art."

The purple of her scales gradually shifted to a warm golden hue as she smiled, looking at her painting with new eyes. Around you, other students had paused to listen, and you saw several of them return to their work with renewed purpose.

"Damian," you called out, noticing he'd actually started painting instead of just complaining, "excellent use of perspective on that building. Been practicing your architectural sketches?"

He tried to look nonchalant, but you caught his pleased grin. "Yeah, well... after what you said about the Berlin mission... I figured it might be useful. You know, for future X-Men stuff."

"Hey, teacher?" Jenny piped up, paint smudged adorably across her cheek. "Since we can't paint Mr. Wagner, could you tell us more about how art helped on missions while we work? Please?"

A chorus of agreements rose from the class, and you couldn't help but smile. "Alright, but keep painting. There was this one time in Moscow when my knowledge of color theory helped us identify a shapeshifter..."

As you shared the story, moving between easels and offering guidance, you noticed how the students' work seemed to come alive. Even the most reluctant artists were engaged now, their creativity flowing as they listened to tales of how art and heroism could intertwine.

The smell of honeysuckle grew stronger as the afternoon wore on, mixing with paint and teenage enthusiasm. A flash of blue in your peripheral vision caught your attention—Kurt, watching proudly from a nearby window between his training sessions. He blew you a kiss before disappearing again, leaving you with paint-stained fingers and a garden full of budding artists who were finally beginning to understand that there was more than one way to be extraordinary.

"Teacher?" Amy called out, her scales now a confident shade of blue that reminded you of someone special. "I think I'd like to do another self-portrait. Maybe... maybe one of me in an X-Men uniform this time?"

You smiled, thinking of your own portfolio of Kurt, of how art had led you to love, and how that love had led you here, helping these young mutants find their own way to express their unique beauty. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Amy. Just remember—"

"We know, we know," the class chorused together, matching your grin, "there is no right or wrong, only our feelings about our art!”

.

.

.

Evening had settled over the mansion, the last rays of sunlight painting your studio in familiar golden hues. The day's classes were done, art supplies cleaned and stored away, and you'd finally managed to stop blushing from Kurt's teasing comments during your lesson. You were just setting up your easel when the familiar BAMF announced his arrival.

"Ah, mein Schatz," Kurt's voice was warm as he appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and tail curling affectionately around your ankle. "Ready for our 'private session'?" You could hear the playful smirk in his voice.

"You," you turned in his arms to poke his chest accusingly, "are terrible. Do you know how many knowing looks I got from the students after you left?"

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I couldn't help myself. You're adorable when you blush. Speaking of which..." His tail reached over to your desk, picking up your sketchbook and flipping it open to reveal today's quick sketches of him during his brief visit to your class. "Someone was inspired during their teaching duties, ja?"

"Kurt!" You tried to snatch the sketchbook, but he teleported across the room, perching on the window seat as he continued flipping through pages.

"Oh, this one is new!" He held up a sketch of himself demonstrating acrobatic moves to your students. "You captured my best side."

"All your sides are your best side," you mumbled before you could stop yourself, then immediately covered your face with your hands as he teleported back to you, gathering you close.

"Is that so?" he murmured against your ear. "Then perhaps we should make sure you have proper reference material for all of them?" His tail gently pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his tender gaze. "Now then, how would you like me to pose, Liebling?"

You gestured weakly to the arrangement you'd set up—a comfortable chair positioned near the window, where the last of the sunset would cast those perfect shadows you loved to capture. "Just... sitting would be nice. Natural. Like when you're reading in the library."

Kurt's expression softened as he settled into the chair, understanding your desire to capture one of your favorite quiet moments. He pulled out a small book of poetry—Rilke, you noticed—and arranged himself comfortably, his tail draped over the armrest.

"Like this?" he asked, and you nodded, already reaching for your charcoal. This was familiar territory now, though no less special than those first secret sketches. If anything, it was more intimate—knowing he was here specifically for you, watching you create, sharing these peaceful moments together.

As you began to sketch, Kurt started reading aloud softly in German, his accent wrapping around the words like silk. You'd grown to love these evenings, the gentle cadence of his voice mixing with the scratch of charcoal on paper, the way his tail would occasionally twitch in response to a particular phrase or stanza.

"You know," he said during a pause between poems, his golden eyes meeting yours over the top of his book, "I used to wonder why you chose me as your subject so often. Now I think I understand."

You paused in your sketching, curious. "Oh?"

"Ja. It's the same reason I can't stop watching you when you create." He marked his place in the book and leaned forward slightly. "There's something magical about seeing someone doing what they love, being exactly who they are meant to be. You see me that way when I move, when I pray, when I simply exist. And I see you that way when you're lost in your art."

The charcoal trembled slightly in your fingers as he continued, "It's like seeing someone's soul, isn't it? Their truest self?"

You nodded, unable to find words for how perfectly he'd captured it. Kurt rose from the chair in one fluid movement, crossing to where you stood. His hand covered yours on the charcoal, bringing it to rest against the easel.

"Perhaps," he whispered, turning you to face him, his tail wrapping around your waist, "we could find other ways to capture this moment?"

Your breath caught as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that tasted of poetry and promises. The charcoal slipped forgotten from your fingers as you wound your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost in the overwhelming rightness of being held by him.

When you finally parted, Kurt rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Though I do hope you'll finish the sketch later. I have a reputation as Professional Muse to maintain, after all."

You laughed, the sound mixing with his own quiet chuckle in the golden evening light of your studio, where art and love had become beautifully, perfectly intertwined.

"So how do you wish to capture this moment, hm?" You hummed up at him with a new sense of courage.

Kurt's yellow eyes sparkle with mischief and desire as he gazes down at you, his tail gently squeezing your waist. The sunset light casts a warm glow on your skin, highlighting the delicate curve of your neck and the soft fullness of your lips. He leans in, his breath ghosting over your skin as he speaks.

"There are so many ways, mein Schatz..." he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "We could start with a kiss..."

And he does, capturing your lips in a deep, lingering kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. His lips are surprisingly soft against yours, moving with a passion and tenderness that sets your heart racing. One hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, while the other slides down your back, pressing you closer to him.

When he finally pulls away, you're both breathing heavily, your cheeks flushed and your eyes dark with desire. Kurt's tail tightens around you, keeping you anchored against him as he trails his lips along your jaw, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

"Or perhaps," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine, "you'd like to capture the way my hands feel on your skin?"

Without waiting for an answer, he begins to unbutton your shirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin as he reveals more and more of your body to his hungry gaze. Each touch sends sparks of electricity through you, igniting a fire that only seems to grow with each passing second.

As your shirt falls to the floor, Kurt takes a step back, his eyes roving hungrily over your newly exposed skin. His gaze is almost reverent, as if he's drinking in every inch of you like a man dying of thirst.

"Beautiful," he breathes, his voice filled with awe and desire. "You're absolutely perfect, Meine Liebe."

His hands come up to cup your breasts, thick fingers brushing over your hardening nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as he begins to circle and tease, building the pleasure slowly but surely. Kurt's hands continue their sensual exploration of your body, tracing every curve and dip with a reverence that makes your skin tingle. He leans down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of your skin.

"I want to worship every inch of you," he murmurs against your throat, his voice rough with desire. "To show you how much you mean to me."

His fingers find the clasp of your bra, deftly unhooking it and sliding the straps down your shoulders. The garment falls away, baring your breasts to his eager gaze. Kurt pauses for a moment, simply drinking in the sight of you, before cupping the weight of your breasts in his palms.

"Perfektion," he breathes, thumbing your nipples until they pebble beneath his touch. He lowers his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and suckling gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

You gasp at the sensation, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him close. Kurt continues his ministrations, alternating between your breasts, licking and sucking and nipping until you're writhing against him, desperate for more.

His hands drift lower, skimming over your stomach and hips before dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. He strokes you through the damp fabric of your underwear, his touch light and teasing.

"So wet already," he marvels, his voice thick with arousal. "You're so responsive, mein Schatz. So perfect."

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. You kick them off impatiently, standing before him in nothing but your socks and shoes.

Kurt takes a step back, his eyes raking over your naked form with undisguised hunger. He licks his lips, his tail swishing behind him in anticipation.

"Lie down on the couch," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to taste you." You obey without hesitation, settling into the plush cushions immediately.

 Kurt follows you to the couch, his eyes never leaving your body as he crawls over you, settling between your spread thighs. He runs his hands up your legs, his touch light and teasing, until he reaches the apex of your thighs.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, spreading your folds with his fingers and exposing your glistening flesh to his hungry gaze. "I can't wait to taste you."

He leans down, dragging his tongue along your slit in one long, slow lick. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. You gasp, your hips lifting off the couch as you seek more of his touch.

Kurt chuckles, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. He looks up at you through his lashes, his yellow eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.

"Patience, mein Schatz," he teases, blowing a cool stream of air over your wet heat. "We have all the time in the world."

And then he's diving back in, his tongue delving deep into your core, lapping at your essence like a man starved. He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking over the sensitive bud again and again until you're writhing beneath him, desperate for release.

His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as he feasts on your flesh, his groans of pleasure muffled against your skin. The room fills with the obscene sounds of his licking and sucking, punctuated by your own breathy moans and gasps.

Kurt brings a hand up to your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub as he continues to tongue-fuck your dripping cunt. The dual stimulation is too much, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.

"That's it, Kleine," he encourages, his voice rough with arousal. "Let go. Come for me."

His words are all it takes to send you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You cry out, your hands fisting in Kurt's hair as waves of pleasure crash over you, threatening to drown you in their intensity.

Kurt works you through it, his tongue and fingers never faltering as he prolongs your climax, drawing out every last shudder and gasp until you're boneless and spent, collapsing back against the couch in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

He presses one last kiss to your sensitive flesh before crawling up your body, settling his weight on top of you. His erection presses insistently against your thigh as he wiggles off his pants, hot and hard and ready for you.*

"I need you, meine Engel," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. "I need to be inside you."

He reaches down between your bodies, grasping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. You can feel the heat of him, the pulsing need that throbs against your slick folds.

With one swift thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. You cry out at the sudden stretch, your walls clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck, you're tight," Kurt groans, his hips rocking against yours as he begins to move. "So perfect. So gut."

He sets a steady rhythm, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, his cock hitting depths you didn't even know you had. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, igniting a fire in your core that threatens to consume you whole. Your heart flutters hearing him slur out German and English in a pleasure drunken haze. Kurt's tail wraps around your legs, holding them open wide as he pistons into you, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your shared moans and gasps.

"So good," he pants, his face buried in your neck as he laves his tongue over your pulse point. "So perfekt. So mine."

His words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a possessive heat in your core. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your body with each thrust.

"Yours," you gasp, your nails digging into the fur of his back. "All yours, kurt"

Kurt growls, low and deep, his tail tightening around your legs as he pounds into you with abandon. The couch creaks beneath your combined weight, threatening to give way under the force of his thrusts.

"Ich liebe dich," he slurs, his words muffled against your skin. "Love you so much. Need you. Need to be inside you forever."

His confession sends you careening over the edge, your body seizing up as another orgasm rips through you. You clench around him, your walls fluttering and spasming as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

"Fuck, Prinzessin," Kurt groans, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release. "Feel so good. So perfect. Gonna come. Gonna fill you up."

With a final, bruising thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into your waiting womb. You can feel the heat of his seed, the way it paints your insides, marking you as his.

He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the cushions as he pants against your neck. His tail unwinds from your legs, draping lazily over your thigh as he nuzzles into your hair.

"I love you," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated. "My perfect girl. Meine schöne Künstlerin."

You smile, your heart full to bursting with love and contentment.

.

.

.

Nearly a year later

The chapel was quiet save for the soft whisper of your pencil across paper. Early morning light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting familiar blue patterns across the wooden pews. Kurt knelt at the altar in prayer, his tail curved peacefully behind him, rosary beads wrapped gently around his three-fingered hands.

You'd grown comfortable here in these morning moments, sharing this sacred space with him. What had once felt like an intrusion now felt like belonging. Your sketchbook was filled with these quiet scenes—Kurt in prayer, Kurt reading his Bible, Kurt simply existing in this place that meant so much to him. But this morning was different. This morning, your hand trembled slightly as you drew, your mind wandering to the small box hidden in your art supplies.

It had taken weeks to create, working late into the night in your studio after Kurt had fallen asleep. A hand-carved wooden ring box, painted with delicate scenes from your relationship—the first time you'd been caught painting him, your first kiss, teaching art class together, quiet moments in the chapel. The ring inside was simple silver, engraved with tiny crosses and artist's brushes intertwined.

"You're thinking very loudly this morning, Liebling," Kurt's voice startled you from your thoughts. He hadn't moved from his position, but his tail swayed knowingly.

"Sorry," you mumbled, adding another shadow to your sketch. "Didn't mean to disturb your prayers."

"You never disturb me," he said softly, finally turning to face you with that gentle smile that still made your heart skip. "Though I am curious what has you so distracted. Usually you're much more focused when drawing in here."

You set down your sketchbook with trembling fingers. "Actually, I... I have something for you."

Kurt's eyebrows rose curiously as you reached into your art bag, pulling out the painted box. His golden eyes widened as you stood and walked to him, kneeling beside him at the altar.

"Kurt Wagner," you began, your voice shaky but determined, "you've been my muse, my inspiration, my best friend, and the love of my life. You've shown me that beauty exists in so many forms, that faith can be found in art just as much as prayer, and that love..." you had to pause, swallowing hard as his tail curled around your wrist encouragingly, "love can be both the masterpiece and the creation itself."

You opened the box, revealing the ring nestled inside. "Would you let me spend the rest of my life creating with you?"

Kurt's breath caught as he took in the painted scenes on the box, his fingers trailing reverently over the tiny details you'd spent so long perfecting. When he looked up, his eyes were shining with tears.

"Mein Gott," he whispered, "you've managed to surprise the teleporter." His tail tightened around your wrist as he pulled you closer, pressing his forehead to yours. "Did you really think there could be any answer but yes? You are the greatest masterpiece God has ever placed in my life."

Your laugh was watery as you slipped the ring onto his finger, a perfect fit just as you'd hoped. Kurt cradled your face in his hands, his touch infinitely gentle.

"Though I must say," he murmured, his accent thick with emotion, "you've rather stolen my thunder, Liebling." With his tail, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, making you gasp. "I was planning to ask you after morning mass."

Inside was a delicate gold ring with a blue sapphire that matched his fur perfectly. "Great minds think alike, ja?"

You couldn't speak through your tears as he slipped the ring onto your finger, but you didn't need to. The way you pulled him into a kiss said everything necessary, the morning light painting you both in shades of blue and gold through the stained glass windows.

"I can't wait to see how you'll paint this moment," Kurt whispered against your lips, making you laugh.

"Already planning it," you admitted. "Though I might need my muse to pose for several reference sketches."

His tail wrapped around your waist as he grinned. "I believe that can be arranged. After all..." he pressed another soft kiss to your lips, "we have the rest of our lives to perfect it."

Through the chapel windows, the morning light continued to paint you both in blues and golds, artist and muse, two hearts creating something beautiful together. And if anyone noticed that your afternoon art class was especially romantic that day, well... they were kind enough not to mention it. Though you did have to tell Jenny, once again, that no, she still couldn't paint Mr. Wagner for her assignment—even if he was now your fiancé.

.

.

.

You woke up to soft snores and looked over, unable to help but smile softly. Your husband's sleeping face was too cute to not smile at. After five years of being married, you'd never grow tired of waking up to this. Recently he had taken to growing out a goatee, saying it made him look more mature (you couldn't help but agree—after all, it made your mind wander a lot too). You carefully pulled out of his embrace without waking him; his tail was always a struggle to remove from its place around your leg without waking him, but you managed it. After a small silent dance of triumph, you moved out of your shared bedroom to the room across from it.

The room was halfway painted, though you had been working on it for the past six months. It had paintings of stories and family littered across it—scenes from Kurt's favorite fairy tales, the X-Men as loving aunts and uncles, even a small portrait of Professor Xavier smiling benevolently from above the planned crib space. You picked up a brush and were about to continue when you accidentally kicked a paint bucket. That's all it took, and with a sudden puff of smoke your husband had teleported in, his stance ready for action but relaxing when he saw it was just you up early.

"Mein Gott, woman, I thought you were a thief!" He exclaimed, holding his three-fingered hand over his chest before walking over with a soft tired smile and pecking your lips. "You're up early, I don't even hear the morning birds yet."

"Needed to stretch my legs," you hummed back, and he hummed softly in suspicion. His hand rested on your stomach.

"Are you sure it is not because of the Kleine?" He spoke in a teasing voice as he gently rubbed your stomach.

You leaned back against his chest, letting his warmth seep into you as you both gazed at the wall you'd been painting. His tail automatically wrapped around your waist, just above where your small baby bump was beginning to show. "Maybe," you admitted. "I just... I want it to be perfect before they arrive."

Kurt nuzzled against your neck, his goatee tickling your skin. "Liebling, with you as their mother, how could it be anything but perfect?" His hand joined yours on the brush. "Though perhaps we could add a few more acrobatic scenes? A future X-Man should know their father's best moves, ja?"

You laughed softly, mindful of the early hour. "Kurt, we don't even know if they'll be able to teleport yet."

"Ah, but they're already showing artistic talent!" He moved to stand beside you, gesturing dramatically at your stomach. "Look how perfectly they've rounded out your usually straight lines!"

"Did you just call me fat, Mr. Wagner?" you asked with mock offense.

His eyes widened comically. "Nein! Never! I merely meant to say you're more... sculptural these days?" His tail flicked nervously as he tried to backtrack, making you giggle.

"Saved it," you murmured, turning back to the wall. You'd been working on a particular scene—a small blue figure learning to teleport while protective arms waited to catch them. "Do you really think they'll like it? All of this?"

Kurt's arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as he surveyed your work. "Mein Schatz, they will love it. Just as they will love you." His hand splayed protectively over your stomach. "Though perhaps we should add a small easel next to the training equipment? Best to be prepared for all possibilities."

You turned in his arms, brush still in hand, accidentally leaving a small blue streak across his chest. "Oops."

His grin turned mischievous. "Oh? Is that how we're playing this morning?" He reached for another brush. "You know, the wall isn't the only canvas in need of some color..."

"Kurt Wagner, don't you dare—" But it was too late. With a playful BAMF, he was behind you, painting a gentle heart on the back of your nightshirt.

What followed was a careful (mindful of your condition) but enthusiastic paint war, filling the nursery with quiet laughter and colorful streaks. By the time the sun began to rise, you were both covered in paint, sitting on the drop cloth and admiring your handiwork—both on the walls and each other.

"You know," Kurt mused, his tail drawing abstract patterns in a small paint puddle, "this might be your best work yet."

You looked around at the cheerful chaos you'd created together—the story-filled walls, the paint-splattered drop cloths, the mixing of your artistic vision with his playful additions. Your hand found his, fingers intertwining as they rested on your growing bump.

"No," you said softly, "I think our best work is still in progress."

His answering smile was brighter than the rising sun, and as he pulled you in for a paint-smudged kiss, you couldn't help but think that sometimes the most beautiful art came from life itself—messy, unexpected, and absolutely perfect.

Though you did make him clean up the paint footprints he'd teleported all over the mansion before the students woke up. Your gaze went over to the window which Kurt had helped you place the stain on. The blue hues glittered over the room and it filled you with a sense of love and happiness. Blue would always be apart of your life now, and you wouldn't have it any other way. 

[allisonlol]

Ah, a Jouno simp...I've always been more of a Chuuya and Fyodor simp. Having said that Jouno is fast becoming a new contender. On that note..if you get time (uni is a real time eater) could we maybe get headcanons on ideal types of woman for Chuuya, Jouno & Fyodor please

a/n: chuuya and fyodor are on TOP too! jouno was love at first sight tho <33 but i would love to do this for u!! keep in mind y'all this is my OPINIONNNN so be nice or else. felt like i was writing kunikida's list of ideals LOL

warning: fem reader

(Chuuya, Jouno, Fyodor) And Their Ideal Woman

Chuuya

i feel like he's...not really picky??

like as long as ur decently nice and somewhat confident he'd be down to get to know u

i feel like chuuya would definitely be drawn to someone who puts a lot of effort into their appearance tho. he does the same so it's not a double standard!!

^such as well-put together outfits and styling ur hair or makeup to match

this is random but i think he likes girls who wear glasses...it's fine if u don't but bonus points if u do!! especially the round frames

doesn't care about height much. but if ur taller than him don't tease him too much or he'll be insecure :(

personality wise, i think chuuya would like someone who is sweet and a little shy, but knows when to stick up for themselves? like not a pushover

someone who is soft-spoken would be a nice contrast to his hotheadedness and bring out his softer side <3

Jouno

his type is me. next

all jokes but i think jouno would like someone who is very similar to him

^you would have to have a substantial amount of things in common to get close to him in the first place, since he doesn't waste his time on anyone

i'm thinking someone who is quick to aggravate, reserved, and sarcastic

there's a lot of playful banter instead of flirting

appearance doesn’t matter much since he can't exactly see you lol. but he would like to lightly trace over ur face and such to picture what you look like

due to his enhanced sense of smell he would love someone who smells good all the time...like regularly uses lotions and perfume but doesn't over-do it (too much would give him a headache)

^has an inclination towards sweet and warm scents, like vanilla. claims the florals are "too overpowering" (although he likes cherry blossom)

i also feel like jouno would like someone with longer hair. he likes running his hands through it or playing with it :)

Fyodor

he likes anyone who will shut up and sit down to obey his order <3

i'm only partially joking here. he would need someone who will typically submit to him

^doesn't mind pushback once in awhile tho. likes the debates that come up if you question or disagree with him

fyodor would like someone who is very quiet, softspoken, and intelligent. the less friends you have, the better too!

^wants you all the himself lol. if you're very introverted, he won't have to worry about you getting close to anyone else as much (did someone say...possessive...)

does want someone who is close to his intellect but doesn't match it. he wants to be able to teach you things and feel superior

don’t bash me here BUT i think fyodor would like a woman who fits that “trad wife” stereotype. like just chills at home and does housework for him. he tends to neglect taking care of himself and his surroundings so he appreciates if you care for him in that way

i also believe fyodor would be drawn to someone who's style resembles his own. i have a very distinct image of a woman with dark hair, elegant clothing, dark makeup

another one who appreciates if you put a lot of time into your appearance

immense bonus points if you're also russian or can speak the language

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie @scul-pted @exorcisedstraydog @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert @beandaifuku @stygianoir @sonder-paradise @dreaming-of-ambedo @nervousyetconfidentway @beautiful-is-boring @irethepotato @serenareiss @thescrunkly @ashthemadwriter @mrsdostoevsky @creamygojo @disa-ster

[phoenixblaze1412]

Could I request reader who is like huo huo from honkai star rail except the fear is of Dottore ^^

I apologise that this one took so long cause I had to learn about HuoHuo and even do the quests about her and I love it!

It was Pantalone who hired you. You were but a scared little foxian priestess that got lost in Inazuma in which the Regrator has found you during his mission and decided to take you back with him.

It took him months to get you to open up to him without having to be frightened about him or his status as a harbinger. He had shown you that he bore no ill-intent nor will he ever harm you.

So with time, came trust. You told him about your past and the Regrator offered you a more high-paying job to be his personal assistant.

Of course he knew about Mr. Tails, he doesn't mind how the spirit would be sarcastic or somewhat rude towards him. He's already used to it.

He would be dragging you along with him to every meeting. Protest or decline his offer all you want but he would keep a firm grip on you as you are forced to come out of your shy and introverted shell. Extrovert adopting an introvert dynamic.

Regrator would always show you off to his fellow harbingers. Even though said harbingers would always be complaining on why he would even keep you when you're just a coward. Pantalone was quick to argue that you are a hardworking and it would be such a waste to just let you die in the forest back then.

Capitano and Columbina adored you due to your foxian features. Childe liked talking to Mr. Tails and sometimes have some playful arguments with him. Those three harbingers you were comfortable to speak without stuttering but there's another harbinger who just makes you want to run away: Dottore.

You don't know why but seeing him everytime makes you want to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. He just has the vibe of something sinister and horrendous. You would always tell the Regrator about it but he would only jest about how you would be overthinking about it and to simply treat him as your superior since he is, after all, the second harbinger.

"Why do I have to go in the laboratory.. can't Lord Regrator just order someone else to do this.."

You cried out as you held the document to your chest, slowly walking along the quiet hallways down to Dottore's laboratory. You were about to knock on the door only to hear the sounds of someone screaming in anguish.

"....maybe no one is inside. I'll just deliver this another day-!"

You turned and were about to run back only to be stopped by Tails as he pushed you back to the door.

"Quit yapping already and just give the documents! We don't have all day to your complains. Best to get the job done and be over with it!"

"But I don't wanna! It's scary! Didn't you even hear that scream? Lord Dottore is probably torturing someone!"

"The only someone who's about to get tortured is you! If you don't deliver those stupid papers, I'm going to torture you instead!"

"You're so mean!"

You whined as you looked back to the door before taking a deep breath and knocked. You shakily opened the door and peeked inside only to see the entire room pitch black. You wanted to lay on the floor and cry so badly but tails was quick to keep pushing you inside, only for you to trip and scatter the documents Pantalone instructed you to hand over to Dottore.

"Mr. Tails I can't find the other papers! Lord Regrator is going to be upset at me and fire me! Wait.. this could be a great idea. If I'm fired then I don't have to face any of these scary stuff or see Lord Dottore anymore! I should start writing my resignation letter."

"Oh? You do not wish to see me anymore?"

The light of the room was turned on as you turned to face the doctor himself. You could only sit up at the floor as you watched him walk over to you. Tears already forming at the corner of your eyes as you crawled back, hoping to get a good distance from him. You couldn't even see his eyes. The only thing you could look at was his bird-like mask which makes it more horrifying.

"N-no I didn't mean it like that, sir.."

"Sweet little (Y/n).. you know I have very unique observation skills. From the first time we met, you were always quick to hide behind your master. So easily frightened like a small prey. You should know I felt a bit hurt to see you run away when I simply wanted to have a little chat..."

"I'm sorry... please don't kill me-!"

You were already on your feet as you ran towards another door behind you, screaming like a headless chicken. You ran and turned around a corner only to bump into a hard chest. You glanced up only to see Dottore smiling down at you as he grabbed your arm.

You shrieked in fear, not knowing how he was fast at catching up with you but you were definitely sure you were ahead of him. You let out a cry as you waved your arms around to squirm out of his grip, only to smack the mask off his face instead.

"Oh my goodness- I'm so sorry! Wah!"

You screamed in fright at what you saw. What you thought you were looking at were the eyes of harbinger was nothing but circuits and wires with a red diamond in the middle staring back at you. You quickly pushed him away and skedaddled away, not wanting to be in the laboratory anymore.

"Mr. Tails please help me! I don't want to die! Why are you not helping me?! I need you!"

You tripped on air as you skidded and fell to the floor. You cried as you glanced at Tails only to see him still stuck to you and not even bothering to help you out. You sat up and hugged your knees to your chest as you let out quiet sobs. Already thinking of the worse, you closed your eyes and waited for the doctor to torture you as well like what he does to his experiments.

You let out a squeak when you heard the sounds of heels clicking against the floor coming towards where you are. You glanced up and stared horrifed as you saw not only one but two Dottores walking up to you. One still has the mask on his face and the other one was who you accidentally smacked the mask away from.

"P-please don't kill me! I'll be good! I'll do anything just please don't hurt me!"

The Dottore with the mask was quick to shush your cries as he picked you up bridal style before walking back to his office.

"Not to worry, little one. I hold no malicious intent towards you nor will I harm you out of boredom. You being in this area of the laboratory, especially near the cells will surely lead you to your death if you keep running around. Although I do enjoy a little chase with you, we'll put that on hold for now. Omega, make sure you lock the area here."

"Very well, sir."

You were shaking the rest of the way back, sniffles and hiccups can be heard from you as you clung to Dottore's clothes. Your heart and mind still in shock from everything that has happened.

Dottore placed you on the couch in his office as he looked over you to make sure you didn't end up having any injuries from your little run. He held your chin between his fingers as he tilted your face from side to side, observing your features up close with a grin.

"...please don't experiment on me.. I'll do anything..."

"Silly fox, I just stated that I won't bring any harm to you. But if you're offering to do anything, then who am I to waste an opportunity?"

Your ears flattened against your head, tears rolling down your cheeks to which Dottore wiped them off with his thumbs as he lightly coo'ed and grabbed your hand. Oh, he definitely loved seeing how frightened you get so easily because of him. He wants to see it more. Something dangerous bubbling up from within him as he grinned at you, his grip on your hand tightening a bit which made you winced but he didn't even bother to notice.

"You said you'll do anything, yes? Then be mine. Work under me from now on. I'll handle Pantalone. Just stay here with me instead, hm?"

[dunmeshistash]

What do you think about Shuro? And more specifically his relationship with Laios, and idk if you talk about ships but what are your thoughts on laishuro

I have this headcannon that Laios has some sort of unrequited crush on Shuro just because it's sorta funny

I ship pretty much everything. Like, as default I think everyone should kiss everyone 👍

If I'm honest I'm not much of a Shuro fan, he's a little boring to me and reactions to the chimera episode made me dislike him a bit lmao.

Ignoring the fandom I like him as a character and I LOVE his fight with Laios. Shuro's relationship to Laios is my favorite part of that character so laishuro pretty much saves him for me.

In universe Shuro is said to be quite the introvert even for people from his country. He's not the standard for someone from the eastern archipelago and it bothered me a bit when people used that to justify how he wasn't honest to Laios. I understand the idea that he comes from somewhere where reading social cues is not only expected but required but he's also someone who avoids confrontation and is quiet/shy in general.

Here's a bit from Maizuru's description from the adventurer's bible

"People tend to describe Shuro as "drab" and "shy" (...)" so specifically HE IS the exact type of person who would cause the biggest misunderstanding with Laios, just compare him to how his retainers or even his father and brothers act.

It took them saying they used ancient magic on Falin/seeing chimera Falin for him to finally snap, everything else he decided to just take it cause he thought it was better to take it than to confront Laios directly.

So besides the cultural differences you have to take into consideration this was pretty much the perfect storm brewing for that confrontation, and it's as much who Shuro is as a person and who Laios is as person that caused it.

I also disagree that the fight was a "they're both in the wrong" situation. Don't get me wrong, Laios was VERY culturally insensitive to Shuro and even more insensitive to his feelings, but there was nothing he could have done differently with the information that was available to him.

Specifically I see this comic being used to justify how Laios was to blame too, making Shuro into the victim

Like that's a major white guy move but he DIDN'T HEAR Shuro's name and Shuro never corrected him. I'd understand it if his reaction was "Your name is too complicated so I'll call you Shuro instead" that would be a major dick move, but Laios did not hear his name because Toshiro mumbled it, and for someone that forgot Kabru's name several times I imagine he made an effort to remember Shuro's.

Laios never met someone from the eastern archipelago before this, nobody ever explained to him he wasn't acting in an appropriate manner and most of all he thought they were friends. He trusted Shuro to set boundaries for him, he always respects boundaries that are set even when he doesn't fully understand them (Recalling the "I forgot about feelings.." when Chilchuck says it feels wrong to eat merman)

Instead of explaining ANYTHING to Laios, Shuro instead held it all in until it exploded all at once, he blamed Laios for not knowing something he couldn't know, and accused him of not being serious about saving his own sister.

Just imagine how this must have felt for Laios, everyone is always underestimating how serious he is, everyone accuses him of being stupid, clueless, and now this guy is telling him he isn't serious about saving the person he loves the most in the world and wants to protect always. To me this wasn't a "they're both in the wrong" situation, Shuro is far more in the wrong than Laios. But that's just how I see it.

That all being said, they understood each other finally and made peace after that fight.

And several times after this we see that Shuro really cares for Laios, and Laios still wants to be his friend. He even offered to save Laios if he fails (and he's sure he's gonna fail). So their relationship is dear to me, especially cause after this they finally have the foundation for a true mutual friendship <3

I think my dislike of Shuro comes from relating to him to be honest, it happens often that I see my own failures on a character and get angry at them for being angry at myself lmao. I also got a little annoyed cause I only saw people defending him, apparently those were made as a response to hate he had gotten? But since I never actually seen the hate it just felt annoying to see Shuro being white knighted.

Anyway I love the two of them together and I'm really happy they finally understood each other better. laishuro might be my favorite Laios ship, one sided crushes are great.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hi luv :), i have a frank castle and reader request. something like the reader is an introverted & quiet person and when being introduced to his small group of people at a small gathering like karen page, she feels inadequate & insecure and everyone’s attention is on karen. but he always notices every little thing about reader & knows she can be talkative, especially with just him, reassurance and maybe smut in the end, tysm :’) <3

hii lovie!! my thing for him has resurfaced lately so this is perfect, but no smut in this one, really sorry. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

—

NODS AND SMILES

frank castle x f!reader

word count. 652

warnings. none, just fluff. frank being so bf😔

You and Frank shared many similar characteristics - both quiet individuals, preferring the company of oneself over the hustle and bustle of others. But amongst the likeliness laid many juxtaposing traits. Frank had the charm and confidence to initiate a conversation with a stranger - to talk as if he'd known them a lifetime, whereas you were the polar opposite. You had trouble stirring up a discussion with someone you didn't know - to talk freely without fear of embarrassing yourself.

You're the kind of person who requires time to warm to someone - who needs a blanket of security to feel comfortable enough to open up. There were very few that have made you feel that way, the main being your boyfriend, Frank.

Through Frank's unquestioning love and reassurance, you've learnt he is a pillar you can rely on to feel comfortable - someone that can make you feel safe in unfamiliar settings. He's the kind of person you use for a sense of comfort.

So when you find yourself a shy, queasy mess surrounded by Frank's friends, you know you can count on your boyfriend to coax you out of hiding if needed. You wanted to mingle, to join in on the conversation -with the help of liquid courage- but you couldn't form any words for the life of you.

There wasn't much you could do other than nod and smile as Karen shared stories about her work. You wanted to ask her questions - get to know her, to get to know more about the woman who's helped keep your boyfriend alive, but as others chimed in, steering the conversation, you decided to stay quiet, nervously biting your straw as you tapped your foot to the bar music.

Frank sat beside you, cornering you in the booth, a protective hand on your knee as he sipped on a beer and caught up with his friends.

You wanted to speak up - ask questions about them, talk about something that interested you, but as you finally buckled up enough courage, the conversation drew to a close, and the others went to the bar to refresh their drinks.

The second the table empties, Frank turns to you, his face full of concern. He wanted to ask what had happened - why you cocooned yourself after promising to try. He wanted to ask what had you all turned around, why you hadn't said more than five words, but as he noticed your subtle frown, he knew now wasn't the time.

"Wanna go home, mama?" Frank quietly asked, slipping his hand into yours, his thumb brushing comforting strokes over the back of it.

"No, no. I'm good," you lie, flashing a faux smile.

Frank could see right through you - he always could. He knew you were lying to spare his feelings, pretending you were enjoying bar night for the sake of him. He found it admirable for you to put yourself in the depths of discomfort so that he could catch up with old pals.

And as the others rejoined around the table, Frank began to gather your things, whipping up an elaborate lie to avoid putting you in the spotlight - saying how it was getting late and he hadn't eaten yet.

You said your goodbyes with genuine smiles, hugging his friends before leaving the bar.

Your arm wrapped around Frank's as you quietly walked down the late-night street, following after his lead. He knew you felt worn down and tired from your evening out, drained and wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of home, so he suggested grabbing take-out to enjoy on the couch.

You stopped past one of your locals, ordering all your favourite dishes to reward you for your efforts tonight. And after eating your body weight in take-out food, you spent the rest of the night snuggled on the sofa watching shitty tv, recuperating.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

[latenightreadingpdf]

Between the Pages - Spencer Reid

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: In the university library, shy PhD student Spencer Reid has an unexpected encounter with Y/N, a popular classmate. Despite their differences, a shared interest in neuroscience sparks a captivating conversation, leading them from strangers to friends (and possibly more…).

The university library was always a sanctuary for Spencer Reid, a place where the overwhelming noise of the world faded to a hushed whisper, allowing him to lose himself among the stacks of books and journals. As a child prodigy , he was no stranger to the pressures of academia, often engrossed in his research and studies. With his signature mop of messy hair and glasses perched precariously on his nose, Spencer was the epitome of the dedicated scholar.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when the serenity of his beloved library was disrupted. The usual ambient noise was replaced by a slightly louder, distinctly feminine laughter that seemed out of place amidst the studious atmosphere.

Curiosity piqued, Spencer looked up from his book and noticed a group of students huddled together a few tables away. Among them was Y/N, a classmate whose name Spencer had often heard whispered in hushed, admiring tones around the campus corridors. She was effortlessly charming, her charisma drawing people in like moths to a flame. Spencer had never spoken to her before; he doubted she even knew he existed.

Returning his attention to his work, Spencer tried to drown out the unfamiliar noise. Yet, despite his best efforts, his mind kept wandering, intrigued by the unfamiliarity of Y/N’s presence in the usually quiet library. Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself discreetly observing her from behind the pages of his book.

He was mesmerized by the way she interacted with her friends, her laughter infectious and her smile radiant. Despite being surrounded by people, she seemed completely at ease, effortlessly commanding the attention of everyone around her. It was a stark contrast to Spencer's own introverted nature, his shyness often making social interactions a daunting prospect.

Lost in his thoughts, Spencer failed to notice when Y/N's gaze wandered in his direction. When he finally looked up, he found himself locked in a pair of curious eyes. Flushing slightly, he quickly averted his gaze, his heart pounding in his chest.

A few minutes passed in awkward silence before a soft voice broke the stillness. "Hey, you're Spencer, right? We're in Dr. Harrison's seminar together."

Startled, Spencer looked up to find Y/N standing in front of him, her smile warm and inviting. "Um, yes, that's me," he stammered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... uh, I mean, hi."

Y/N chuckled softly, her laughter putting Spencer at ease. "No need to apologize. I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all by yourself. Mind if I join you?"

Swallowing nervously, Spencer nodded, gesturing to the empty seat opposite him. "Of course, please, have a seat."

As Y/N settled herself across from him, Spencer couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He had never been this close to her before, and the proximity only heightened his awareness of her presence. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, a delicate floral fragrance that was both intoxicating and comforting.

"Working on your thesis?" Y/N asked, nodding towards the screen of his laptop.

"Yes, I'm researching the neurobiological basis of memory retrieval," Spencer replied, his passion for his work shining through despite his nervousness.

"That sounds fascinating," Y/N said sincerely, her interest genuine. "I'm majoring in psychology, but I have to admit, neuroscience has always been a bit daunting for me."

Spencer's eyes lit up at her words, his confidence growing. "Well, if you ever need any help or want to learn more, I'd be happy to explain it to you."

Y/N smiled appreciatively, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I might just take you up on that offer."

As the afternoon went on, the initial awkwardness between them melted away, replaced by a comfortable closeness. They discussed everything from their shared academic interests to their favorite books and movies, discovering unexpected common ground along the way.

By the time the library began to empty, the two of them were so engrossed in conversation that they hardly noticed the passing time. As they gathered their belongings, Y/N turned to Spencer with a smile.

"Thanks for today, Spencer. I had a great time getting to know you."

Spencer's heart soared at her words, a warm glow spreading through him. "The pleasure was all mine," he replied, his shyness momentarily forgotten.

As they walked out of the library together, Spencer couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of connection with Y/N. Though they had started the day as strangers, their chance meeting in the library had blossomed into the beginnings of a friendship - and perhaps, just maybe, something more.

[syoddeye]

mistaken identity

Cleaned up an old draft. Shy/introverted gn!reader goes on a blind date. ~2k words. CW: alcohol, a bad pick-up line

"Are you–?"

"Yes! And you must be–?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"So…" 

Fantastic, five seconds in, and you're flummoxed. Hard not to be with a guy like John in front of you. His eyes are mirthful, matching his smirk and posture, leaning on the bar beside your seat like he's known you forever. Like he owns the place. Confident with the charm factor set to eleven.

A brief, perfunctory glance gleans the obvious: He's fit. Roughly your age. Solid build, a face with a little facial hair, and arms accentuated by rolled sleeves. Your eyes don't dare venture southward for fear of making your checking him out conspicuous.

When your friend insisted on setting you up, you had doubts. The last two dates she orchestrated went bust. Each man was too loud or too arrogant. It didn't help she said the latest contestant was a handsome sweet talker. A banterer looking for a bit of fun due to his stressful line of work. The fact he was military gave you pause, clearly not enough since you agreed.

As usual, your friend wore down your defenses and got her way, but you swore this was her last chance. She gave you simple instructions: Sit at the bar, wear red, and he'll find you.

"I see I've kept you waitin'," He gestures to the empty tumbler.

You fiddle with the cocktail straw. "No, I just needed something to relax."

A beat slips past, and you fixate on the cardboard coaster beneath your glass. God, you're out of practice. Why did you think this was a good idea? You're a conversation killer. A lifelong introvert, historically too shy to properly date. If he's as charismatic as described, you're done for.

"Nervous?" 

Your gaze collides with his - glinting in the low light. "Yes. Have you seen yourself?"

That gets a chuckle out of him, a honeyed sound that eases the tension in your jaw and shoulders. 

He quiets, but the grin never slips. His eyes move across your face, reading your features with a laser focus you're accustomed to. "Could say the same thing to you," He murmurs before turning to greet the barkeep.

The whispered remark leaves you mildly surprised. While you miss what he orders, your empty glass vanishes with the promise of a fresh drink on the way.

"Can I?"

"Please."

He takes the empty seat, and repositions slightly to remain angled toward you. "I'm nervous, too."

Another surprise.

"You hide it better than me. Don't suppose that's uh, part of your job?" You ask, hoping his work is not entirely off-limits.

He smirks and shrugs. "S'pose it is. What I do's boring, though. Our friend said you're…an architect?"

You grin and it's your turn to laugh. Not a good listener, noted. "No, I'm a librarian."

His brow lifts, then his gaze narrows, a sheen to his eye that worries you. You've seen this look before from many men who hear 'librarian' and mentally catapult themselves into many ridiculous fantasies. You love the job, hate the creeps and the stereotypes.

"A librarian."

"You heard correctly. And no, I can't give you a reading rec, I'm, uh, off duty." 

"Shame, but understandable. Bet you've heard quite a few lines."

You glance away to thank the bartender and take the cocktail, fingers finding the new straw and giving it a quarter stir. "The good, the bad, and the ugly, yes."

"Cheers, thanks," He nods at the bartender and returns his focus, an impish smirk disappearing behind the glass. "What's the ugliest?"

A sip goes down easy, your throat already pleasantly burned by the first. It stirs your courage, giving it the giddy-up it needs. "You really want to know? It's awful."

He leans close, ducking his head and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Usually, it'd turn you off, a date imposing on your space this quick, but you can't tear your eyes away. Something magnetic about him.

His head dips, and his free hand beckons rapidly, "Now you're teasing. Let's hear it."

You fight the grin his whisper elicits. You make a show of it, rolling your eyes and taking a swig before you humor him and lean closer. Might as well go for it. "'I bet you can make a paperback hard.'"

He winces. "That is…Yeah, that's ugly. Someone said that to you?"

"It's terrible, right?"

"I could do worse, guarantee."

"Game on, give it your best shot."

The exchange of the most cringeworthy to filthy to hilarious pick-up lines doesn't end even after he signals the barkeep for another round. The night finally feels how you hoped it would be – spirited, lively, and honestly, you feel like a different person in a good way. After breaking the ice, he's one of the easiest people you've ever spoken to. A feat in and of itself, given your poor track record.

When he excuses himself to the lavatory, you text your friend, confirming he found you and things are going well. You set it to silent and slip it away, confident you won't need rescue tonight.

He returns, setting a hand at the top of your shoulders, letting it trail to the small of your back as he sits. You startle at the sensation. A shiver you can't decide if you like or not runs down your back. His hand instantly lifts, raising in surrender, and the smile that's looked assured all evening turns apprehensive.

"Did I misread this? Shit, apologies."

You surprise yourself. "No, no, it's fine. I just haven't…" Haven't been touched like that in ages, you privately admit. It's foolish, your reaction. "I didn't expect it."

"Yeah? How's that?"

"I don't–I don't get this kind of attention often. I don't date. I don't date a lot, that is, but it's cool if you do!" You swiftly take a drink to stop yourself. It's warm here. Was it always this warm?

A chuckle draws you back to him. "Well, don't take this the wrong way, I think you should date more," You must look at him as if he's grown a second head as he continues, "You're a riot, and you're stunning. Clever, too. Could go on, but you seem anxious, and I'd rather make you laugh and more comfortable."

Your chest tightens at the string of compliments. You could crush your glass, you think, with how you're gripping it.

"Think you should date me, specifically. Night's not over, and I want to do this again."

Oh god, you're smitten.

You open your mouth, unsure of what to say, when a lilting voice calls out over the din of the bar.

"Gaz? What're ye doin here? Said ye hated this place!"

A grinning man with a mohawk cuts through the bar. His eyes move from your date and land on you, trailing up and down. At first, it looks like he's unashamedly checking you out, but then his expression falls a fraction.

"Wait. Are ye my date? Thought ye'd be long gone by now given how late I am."

A record scratches in your head. Pause. Who's 'Gaz'? Who's this guy?

Your date turns completely toward the newcomer, mouth hanging open a moment. "Soap? I thought–No, your date's at Foxhole. You told me this morning."

"That's no' right. I've got it in m'phone right here."

While this 'Soap' thrusts a phone into your date's face, your blood runs cold. A particular bit of the conversation with your friend loops through your head.

"You're seriously not even going to give me a full name? A description beyond 'good-looking'?"

"Do you trust me or not? Look. He knows you'll be in red. That's all you need."

You pull out your phone, and your eyebrows rush to meet your hairline. Two missed calls and five messages from the last ten minutes. You swipe through and confirm: She texted to tell you that your date, the real date, was running an hour late due to work. This time, your jaw drops. You glance up to meet his eye, and whatever buzz you felt before dissolves.

"I thought–you're not John?"

"No, I'm Kyle, I assumed–"

"We spoke for forty five minutes and never asked for each other's names?!" The realization bubbles out with a peal of nervous laughter, and you clap a hand over your mouth. Was that as bad as it sounded? Or good, if you were so at ease?

A taut silence hangs between you two for a good five seconds, before you both burst into laughter.

The Scot clears his throat. "Right. Well, I'm no' so thick as tae see what's happenin' here. I'll go stir up trouble elsewhere."

"You sure?" You ask, suddenly feeling guilty. Even if this would not have happened if he'd been on time, the look on his face makes you frown.

He shakes his head, a hand over his heart. "Yer sweet, bonnie, but a man must know when to bow out."

"Thanks, mate," Kyle replies, eyes narrowed in suspicion yet paired with a smile. He claps John on the shoulder.

"Ye owe me, for stealin' such a looker."

Your lip curls, and you watch his mohawked head disappear toward the door. Alone again, you turn to your date. "You should probably check on your actual date."

"On it," He replies with another chuckle, his phone screen lighting up his face. He clicks his tongue, but he looks pleased. "It's weird, but I think they blocked me. Says 'number not found'."

"Their loss," You say quicker than you'd like, and your face heats. A strange turn of events, to be sure, yet it feels serendipitous. "I can't believe this. Were you set up?"

"Yeah, friend of mine. Blind date. Said to look for the person in red and clearly I assumed it was you. Let's start again. I'm Kyle." He offers a hand. It feels silly now, given the near hour of conversation you've shared.

You oblige him, take his hand, and give him yours. "Nice to meet you. For the second time."

Kyle's smile is warm when he repeats your name. He nods at your drinks on the bar. "Buy you another?"

"Please."

Despite the odd intermission, the rest of the evening runs smoothly. He walks you back to yours, the pace slow and meandering. You're not quite ready to invite him in, but you hope there's a next time.

"Can I be honest with you?" You chance, a block away from your place.

"'Course. Let's have it."

"You aren't the kind of man I usually pursue," You laugh when he feigns indignation. 

"Really?"

"Really. You're a good looking guy. Normally I need a few shots in me to consider talking to you. Out of my league, that's for sure."

Kyle chuckles, then gently knocks your elbow. "Once again, I could say the same thing to you."

"Oh, stop that." You mutter sheepishly before a hand hooks itself around your wrist. You half-turn to see Kyle wearing an earnest expression, and his thumb rubs a small circle beneath your palm.

"I'm serious. I know I come off as confident but truth is, I'm shit with follow through. I'd've never approached you if it wasn't for the set up. Even if it was, uh, someone else's blind date," His other hand raises as if showing he means no harm, then reaches to tug you forward by your jacket, drawing you close. "I meant what I said earlier. I want to do this again sometime. If you'll have me."

You swallow hard, throat suddenly tight. You look for any sign, any microexpression suggesting this is a dream or, worse, a joke, but find only honesty. "Yeah, okay. A second date sounds nice."

He grins and leans in, giving you plenty of time to pull away, but you meet him. The kiss is sweet, on the more chaste side of the spectrum (for your benefit, you think), and leaves you wanting more. 

At your doorstep, you get another. He waits for you to sort out your keys and get inside, but before you close the door, something that's been nibbling at you forces your head back outside.

"Kyle – who did you say your friend was? The one that set you up?"

~~

🧼: Mission accomplished. World-class performance, done and dusted. You owe me a favor.

Kate smiles smugly at the text and chucks a piece of popcorn into her mouth. Always a good feeling to watch pieces fall into place. Two birds, one stone. Her two problem children: An overly shy bookworm with a nasty habit of shooting themselves in the foot on dates, and a silver-tongued know-it-all who needed a strong push. A pair she knew would go well together if the circumstances were just right.

More messages follow.

KG: Was that other person even real?  KG: And was Soap in on it? KG: Second date's next week, btw.

Y: You sneaky, devious meddler.  Y: He's fucking perfect.

She chuckles, and the body nestled at her side shifts. "What's so funny, babe?"

"Oh, playing matchmaker."

Her wife sighs. "Kate. Not again."

[kenziebluex]

Mind Games

♫ Sickick - Mind Games

Takuma Ino - Kinktober 2024 - Cockring

Story Description: It had been more than 3 months since Reader and Ino began dating, and Ino was everything they had hoped for in a partner. However, there was one concern lingering in the back of their mind regarding their sexual compatibility. Finally, they mustered up the courage to bring it up to Ino, and were relieved when met with a positive solution.

Tags: Introverted Ino, Hand Jobs, Cockring, Overstimulation, Vaginal Sex

Ino was a bit introverted.

You met him at a bar where he worked as a bartender. After a few drinks and a make-out session during his break, you invited him to come home with you. At first, he was hesitant and nervous, but then he happily agreed once he realized you were serious. It became clear that Ino was shy.

However, in bed, he seemed to open up more. He focused on pleasing his partner and you would describe him as a service top. He was very skilled at making you climax multiple times in one night, taking control and talking you through it.

Your hook-ups quickly turned into a regular thing as it served as a great stress reliever for both of you. You enjoyed spending time with Ino and he always made you feel good. So when he asked you to be his girlfriend after a quiet night of watching movies and having dinner at his place, you said yes. 

It's been about 3 months since you started dating Ino when you noticed an issue in your sex life. You've only gone all the way with him a few times and it's always been at your initiation. This didn't bother you; what concerned you was that Ino didn't last very long during sex.

His penis was larger than average and you appreciated that he was uncircumcised. Initially, you thought he might just be inexperienced since he didn't have sex often, but as your relationship progressed, you noticed no improvement in his stamina. 

You were still satisfied because foreplay always led to multiple orgasms for you, but deep down, you wanted Ino to last longer. You wanted to feel him inside of you for a longer period and experience the lingering effects of his manhood the next day. 

But bringing this up to him without hurting his ego or making him feel inadequate was the challenge. 

"Ugh," you let out a sigh in frustration. You knew you needed to research possible solutions before talking to him about it. So during the time he was at work, you searched for ways to address your dilemma. 

It took you three days before you finally found a solution that seemed promising. You ordered it and hoped it would arrive before Ino got home.

"Baby, I'm home," you heard Ino call from downstairs, making your eyes widen. You thought you had his schedule right and he wasn't supposed to be home until 8pm tonight. You both agreed to spend weekends at his place since he owned a house. He loved waking up next to you and you enjoyed watching him snuggle into you as he slept, so it worked out.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, you quickly made your way down the stairs. 

At the door, Ino was holding up a package that you recognized, causing you to consider going back upstairs. It hadn't been marked as delivered yet, but you had been constantly refreshing the post office website for the past few hours just in case.

“I had to sign for this when I came in. Oooh what did you get?” He handed you the package and leaned down to give you a kiss on the lips before moving towards the kitchen counter to put down his things. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. This prompted him to set down his belongings and come stand next to you.

“You don't have to tell me. Are you okay, baby?” He asked with concern, standing in front of you and lifting your chin up to place gentle kisses on your face. You loved when he showed this kind of affection; he always did when he was worried about something. 

“Yes, I'm okay. It's just something I saw online,” you whispered into his arms as he wrapped them around you in a hug. Your head rested against his chest and you were enveloped in his warmth, completely forgetting about the package on the nearby table.

“Okay, just don't want to see my nervous baby,” he said, still holding onto you as you pulled away slightly to stand on your tiptoes and give him a kiss. 

“Promise you won't get mad at me?” You asked, looking up at him, taking note of his relaxed expression. His brown hair was slightly messy from not wearing his hat, but his gaze made you feel nervous. Ino was undeniably attractive, and he knew it. 

“Now I'm intrigued,” he said with a raised eyebrow, making you giggle. 

“It's something I found online...to make you last longer during sex. It's supposed to enhance our experience,” you explained hesitantly, realizing that maybe you were being too forward. “Not that it isn't already great, because it is, but this will keep you...hard longer.” You clarified when you saw his eyebrows furrow slightly. 

“So a cock ring?” He asked with a smile, as if he had finally found the right word to describe it. 

“How do you even know what that is?” You exclaimed, realizing that maybe you were nervous for no reason. 

Ino shrugged and proceeded to explain how he was a healthy young man with access to the internet. 

“So when are we trying it out?” He asked excitedly, grabbing the package off the table. 

“Now?” You suggested, met with a smirk and his hand in yours as he led you both to the bedroom. 

✿✿✿

You and Ino were lying together under the covers on the bed. After showering, you had both climbed into bed and were now cuddled up close. Ino was the first to take action this time. While you were still drying off, he had already taken the cockring out of its packaging and was examining it closely while reading the instructions before you two laid down. Now, the cockring lay forgotten beside you as you shared a passionate kiss. 

As the kiss intensified, you opened your mouth to give his tongue more room to explore. You reached down for what you were looking for and when you felt his hard member brush against your hand, excitement coursed through you.

"Oh my god," Ino groaned as your hands wrapped around his throbbing cock and gave it a few tugs. The sound of his pleasure only made you moan in response. 

For a moment, you almost forgot about your original plans for the night as you got lost in the sensation of him pleasuring him. 

"You put it on," he said, laying back against a pillow to muffle his groans. His chest flushed pink with arousal and embarrassment.

You listened to him and paused your ministrations to pick up the cockring. It was clear and shaped like a ring, just as you had seen in the video tutorial. 

Following the instructions carefully, you slipped the ring over the tip of his cock and then slid it down to the base of his shaft. Once it was in position, you checked with Ino before attempting the trickiest part - getting it over his balls to secure it in place.  

With gentle stretching and careful maneuvering, you managed to get each of his balls through the hole in the ring. As soon as it was securely in place, you let out a deep exhale of relief. Ino's hands immediately moved down to feel at the new addition.

Before you could fully process what was happening, you were suddenly flipped onto your back causing you to gasp in surprise. Ino was now between your legs, his thighs resting on either side of yours as he opened your legs with his body.

"Let's test it out," he said with a mischievous grin, placing one of your legs over his shoulder. Without warning, he thrust into you quickly after teasing your pussy with a few slaps of his cock. Ino knew how much you loved the pain of being stretched out and he wasted no time in giving it to you. 

"Ino- Inooo," you moaned loudly as he started a slow rolling motion, his cock reaching deep inside you before pulling back and repeating the action over and over. 

"Fuck," you whined, moving your nails to scratch at his back in pleasure. It had been only a few minutes but Ino was already struggling to hold back from cumming, his sensitive cock constantly brushing against your walls. 

"Shit baby," he exclaimed before speeding up his hips. Despite his choppy movements, you couldn't help but moan even louder as he continued to pleasure you. After a few more thrusts, you felt yourself climaxing around him, sending Ino into his own state of pleasure. 

"Fuckkk you feel so good baby. Feels like I'm cumming," he groaned into your shoulder as he kept moving inside of you. Your legs found their way over his shoulders as the sensations intensified. 

This pattern continued until another intense orgasm swept through you, causing your legs to spasm and shake on Ino's shoulders. The grip of your pussy on him was almost unbearable, but it only added to the pleasure for both of you.

Ino pulled away from you, breathing heavily and struggling to remove the cockring. 

"Don't worry, I can get it," you assured him, pushing his hands away and focusing on removing the ring with steady hands.

"I-I..." Ino's words trailed off as the ring finally came off, causing him to climax into your hand. His body shook and convulsed from the intense pleasure. This was the most vulnerable and spent you had ever seen him. He continued to moan until every last drop of cum was released. 

Afterwards, Ino curled up next to you and fell asleep, something you always enjoyed. 

That was just one of the many reasons why you loved this shy man so much. 

taglist: @nousija @kanamethekasugaicrow @akechisleftleg

ugh ino is so hot. hope you enjoyed! -des

[popp1nstaxr]

TYPE OF BOYFRIENDS—TXT

Content: nothing really, I guess Fem! reader.

Reblog and like for more ♡

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

# Jealous

Choi YeonJun:

Mmh, YeonJun is jealous, I really feel that I would notice him a lot, I would try to hide it but it is obvious jsjsj for sure and he already thought of more than ten different ways to make you completely remember that you belong to him, I feel that he would also be very dominant when he is jealous, too much.

You were quite smiling talking to the barista from the cafeteria, you had been classmates in elementary school and seeing each other again brought back a lot of memories of your friendship, YeonJun, your boyfriend, was observing the situation in silence, his arms crossed on his chest and a raised eyebrow at the situation, his expression serious. He cleared his throat a little because of the feeling of discomfort in his chest, he trusted you too much, but he didn't trust the boy... from one moment to the next he couldn't stand it and he hugged you by the hip with one of his arms, attracting you to he "Honey, I think it's time to go, I'd rather spend a moment with you in private..." he murmured in your ear rather hoarsely as he looked at the boy, almost threatening without saying words at all. For the second he smiled charmingly "well bye... whoever you are" he spoke nonchalantly to the other boy as he dragged you with him, still your hip being hugged rather possessively.

Choi Soobin:

I feel that he would be the opposite of YeonJun, quite shy and quiet, although he would give you small caresses and kisses on the neck, trying to get your attention again, again, he trusts you a lot but sometimes he cannot help but feel some insecurities, to then apologize for your jealousy.

Soobin hugged you from behind, drawing you towards his body with his face resting on your shoulder, he was quite silent since you started talking to one of your coworkers, he didn't let go, but he didn't make comments either, that seemed strange to you, Well, despite being an introvert, he always tried to talk and get along with your friends. When you said goodbye to the other boy, Soobin pulled away from you and sighed, "Are you alright, Bin?" you asked noticing his discouragement a bit, he made a line with his lips and hugged you again, giving small kisses on your neck "I'm fine, I just got a little jealous, I'm sorry" he murmured into your neck and then he separated from you Seeing you quite embarrassed, you smiled sympathetically and gently kissed her lips "It's okay love, you shouldn't be ashamed, don't worry, mh? come on, let's go home, there I can pamper you a little so that feeling goes away, okay?" He smiled and nodded, both starting to walk.

Choi BeomGyu:

Uuuh, in BeomGyu I have a debate, I feel that sometimes his insecurities for not being enough for you would win him over and he would be very depressed, apart from feeling guilty for being so jealous and insecure, but at the same time, I feel that he would be very possessive, maybe leaving one or the other hickey on your neck on purpose.

They were both curled up in bed watching a movie, you had noticed something strange in BeomGyu since they arrived, you tried to find out the reason but he just smiled and said he was fine, in the end, you decided that the best thing would be to spend some time together, maybe that's how it will be later I would let go alone While you were watching the movie, you began to feel BeomGyu's lips on your neck, you didn't do anything but, nevertheless, you began to feel how he was sucking on your skin, that made you turn your head to look at him curiously "Love? Are you... are you making hickeys..?" He looked at you for a moment and sighed, hugging you "I'm sorry" he blurted out, you just stroked his hair "Okay, what's wrong?" you asked, he just hugged you tighter "Mmh... you, you were talking to Felix a lot before... I, I know there are reasons to be jealous, but hell, of course I did, I felt a little displaced and. .. I'm sorry" I explain, you sighed and left small kisses on her head "Love, now, you know he adored you, you shouldn't worry about those things, okay?" he nodded silently, even so, he kept hugging you, he really didn't want to lose you.

Kang TaeHyun:

Taehyun jealous.. I feel the truth that he would be very possessive of you even if he is not jealous, maybe he won't even get jealous that easy unless he really feels something strange, and not even from you, no, he trusts you a lot, more He doesn't trust others. Of course, his look is more than enough for others not to go overboard with his girlfriend.

You were talking quite well with one of your best friends, both of you had always been very close, you and your spouse talked animatedly with him, until at some point he made a rather awkward comment, insinuating a bit that you and him would be a better couple, TaeHyun was quite serious since then, he still spoke, but not so much and his smile was less frequent, at one point, your friend also got too confident, doing an action that TaeHyun didn't like at all, immediately causing this on alert, something was clear; He didn't like what was happening and he felt…jealous. "Love, tell him to stop being like that with you, I'm sorry but I don't like the way he treats you" he whispered in your ear as he hugged you by the shoulders to get closer to him, looking at you with a pleading look, you just gave him a kiss on his lips "Okay, if it bothers you then I'll put a stop" Taehyun smiled and thanked beginning to give little caresses on your shoulders, while you explained the situation to your friend, Taehyun was staring at him, like a silent warning . The boy seemed to understand and apologized, making a cheap excuse about how he had to leave and he was busy, as soon as he left, Taehyun smiled victoriously, he just hoped that this situation wouldn't happen again.

Huening Kai:

Kai, the truth is, I feel that he is not really jealous, he rarely feels jealous and almost always it will be because you give gifts or buy nice things to other people than him, but in general he is never easily annoyed, always smiling and receiving everyone with happiness. Although surely he always jokes as a way to hide his jealousy, light jokes, almost like hints.

"Oh, love, stop, I have to buy something here" you spoke when you passed by a clothing store, Kai raised an eyebrow and nodded "of course" he said and they both entered "This is the women's section, maybe..." he trailed off. As soon as he saw that you were going to the men's clothing area, he raised an eyebrow in surprise, but he followed you "why in the men's clothing section?" asked. "A gift for a friend" you exploded, as you searched among the sweatshirts "Oh...." you could hear Kai's lips, but from there he didn't say anything at all the whole time, somewhat surprised, when you were paying at the register and both of you they left the store, you spoke to him again "did something happen Ning?" you asked, he just denied "no, I'm fine, I'm just thinking about..." and clicked his tongue "when did you buy me something for the last time? ah... you have abandoned me so much" he blurted out, you blinked several times and realized when a pout was put on his lips, you smiled a little and kissed his lips softly "My love, my friend has a birthday, otherwise I wouldn't buy anything, you don't have to worry... I still love you and I always will, I won't Don't worry, you'll have an even more special gift..." you whispered on his lips before separating, he just smiled, catching the double meaning in your words and nodded, although his cheeks were dyed red from embarrassment "This well, with that I'm calm" he finally said and took your hand to walk beside you.

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

[vampkats]

Warnings: Swearing, reader is introverted and has social anxiety, reader likes horror movies and horror games and also the reader doesn't have a specific gender in this but I used they/them pronouns in some parts<3

★

"Hey Bakugo!" His head immediately whips around and he stares at you with his piercing red eyes, he then glares coldly at you.

"And what the hell are you doing here?? Who said you can come in my damn room!?"

"You agreed to help me with chemistry.."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"I had to say yes, you know how bad you are at it, but can you really not do without me for one single fucking day!?"

"You're my sugar daddy, of course I can't live without you." You joked because you really enjoy seeing him getting mad at something stupid like that.

Before you could say anything, in one swift move Katsuki covers your mouth and pulls you against him, his hand is firm on your mouth so you can't speak and his body is pressed against you.

"I'm not your 'sugar daddy' I'm your damn boyfriend and stop saying weird crap like that, it doesn't matter how 'cute' you try to make it sound."

"..since when did I agree that you're my boyfriend?" You look at him wide eyed.

He loosens his grip on your mouth and lets you speak. He sighs as he realizes he just fucked up.

"That..fuck..was an idiotic assumption wasn't it? I guess because of how clingy you are, you'd want me to be your boyfriend or something..."

He then looks away, as if he doesn't want to look at you.

"But don't get any ideas, we aren't a couple." He said, there was bitterness in his tone and it sounded harsher than he wanted it to.

"..I wasn't complaining." You said and looked away too. I mean, who would refuse to have their own crush as their boyfriend?

Katsuki stares at you, his face is showing no emotion but he turns his head and suddenly his eyes are locked on to yours.

"So are you asking me to be your boyfriend?... because if you are, the answer is no."

"Why? You said you were my boyfriend earlier."

Katsuki pauses for a few seconds as he realizes how contradictory his words were. He sighs as he looks away from you, scowling.

"Forget it, I don't even know why I said that... whatever, do you want me to be your boyfriend or what?"

"I said I wasn't complaining." You whisper.

Katsuki sighs.

"Can you for once just directly say yes or no, I swear to fucking God when you talk I can't tell if you wanna murder me or ask me out."

You look away slightly, getting kinda shy and sighing before answering him.

"It's a yes, Bakugo.."

Katsuki pauses for a moment as he ponders for a few seconds... finally he looks up at you.

"Fine, sure we're a couple... whatever."

You blushed, you couldn't believe that he actually said that.

Katsuki looks away and sighs. He lies down on the bed with his hands tucked under his head and then glances at you.

"So you actually wanted us to become a couple, right?" He averts his gaze back at the ceiling trying to act unbothered by how you're gonna answer but really he's so nervous he could explode.

"I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to."

You stare at him.

Katsuki grunts as he stares at the ceiling.

"So then... what now? It's not like we're in love or anything."

"Not yet..." You didn't know how to feel about his last sentence but it surely didn't make you happy...

Katsuki lifts his head up and stares at you.

"What do you mean 'not yet?' Do you seriously think I'm gonna fall in love with you?"

"Eh.." That hurt. You swore you could feel like something stabbed you in the heart and it hurt for a second. You both stay quiet for a few seconds before you mumble.. "I already fell in love with you."

You weren't sure if he heard you or not but you could see him scoff and frown slightly.

Katsuki groans and pulls himself up to a sitting position.

"So now that we're a couple does this mean you wanna start doing weird couple stuff, like... holding hands?"

You roll your eyes at his words. "It's not weird, it's cute. ..I would if you wanna."

Katsuki groans again as he looks away.

"Fine... but keep in mind this is not because I want to or anything."

"Then we won't if you don't want to."

Katsuki stops and glances at you... he's quiet for a few seconds and he doesn't say anything.

"No, we'll do it alright?... for fucks sake, it's not gonna kill me to hold your hand..."

"You said you don't wanna."

Katsuki sighs.

"Look, just because I don't want to doesn't mean I won't do it, alright... just shut your mouth and take my hand."

You see as he reaches out his hand and gently takes yours, he doesn't look at your hand but rather stares at the wall instead.

You sat next to him and intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand gently.

Katsuki grunts but doesn't bother protesting. You see him roll his eyes as if he was disgusted and his grasp on your hand is pretty tight. For a few seconds, you could swear that you saw a hint of blush on Katsuki's face. His palm is warm and slightly sweaty as you hold his hand, after a few moments he breaks the silence and speaks while still staring away from you.

"So... when are you gonna start calling me 'babe' or something?"

"It's a preference...I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"Good then don't call me any shitty pet names at all." Katsuki sighs and then stares down at your hand.

"This is fucking awkward... we're literally a couple now but it doesn't feel any different than when we were just friends or whatever."

"Yeah." You said but you knew that it was a lie. You felt happy that he wanted to get close to you and spend time with you in a romantic way.

Katsuki scoffs at you.

"So... do all couples do this? Like... hold hands and go on shitty dates and stuff... because I swear if so I don't think I'm cut out for this."

"I don't know. It's a preference too, I guess. I never had a boyfriend/girlfriend before so I don't know."

Katsuki sighs and looks at you.

"Well... neither did I, not that I would let anyone else know... but do you wanna go on a date? I mean... we are a couple so I guess it's only natural... even if it sounds like such a pain in the ass."

"I don't really like public places or places with lots of people in them. I'm..an introvert so.." You trail off.

"Oh great, you're one of those people who get overwhelmed in a crowded area?"

"I guess you could say that." You were starting to get slightly insecure about it. He knew you were an introvert but he didn't know that you have social anxiety too.

Katsuki sighs again and sits up fully.

"Well do you just wanna... stay in here? I don't know... this whole dating shit is such an annoying hassle..."

"We could watch a movie if you want.."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"That's so cliché but.. yeah sure... I guess... do you have any fucking preference or are we watching some stupid ass romance flick?"

"I don't like romance.. I prefer horror." You said.

Katsuki looks at you surprised for a moment then sighs, he rubs his eyes for a few seconds and then looks back at you.

"Horror... you're telling me you'd rather be scared than bored?"

"Yeah." You really liked horror. It was just way more entertaining than some romance or something depressing to watch.

Katsuki stares at you for a few seconds and sighs, even though it's a bit strange, the idea of you, a cute person wanting to be scared definitely intrigued him.

"Well... at least you'll be screaming in my arms and clinging to me for comfort, I don't think any other guy would put up with such nonsense."

"You wish." You roll your eyes.

Katsuki scoffs.

"Oh don't act like you won't do that, I know you'll be clinging to me if anything actually scary happens."

"I'm not that kind of a person."

Katsuki makes a mocking noise.

"So... what, you'll just scream and faint like those people who are 'not like others'?"

"I'm not a damn pick me..." You were slightly annoyed by his words.

Katsuki rolls his eyes then he sighs.

"You won't faint like those stupid girls and guys, you won't try clinging to me? Then what the fuck are you gonna do if you get scared?"

"I won't get scared." You said confidently because you probably watched every horror movie that exists and played almost every horror game.

Katsuki scoffs at you.

"Oh really now? Just watch, you'll be screaming in my arms before the movie is even halfway over."

"In your dreams, yeah." You scoff. Did he seriously think you were that sensitive? I mean, sure you have social anxiety but you do love horror!

Katsuki sighs.

"You're so annoying... but if you won't faint or hold my hand then what are you gonna do when you get scared shitless?"

"I won't even get scared in the first place."

Katsuki rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

"Just... don't come crying to me when the movie gets scary."

"I'm probably gonna flinch but nothing more than that."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"Oh great... my first night as a boyfriend will be spent with my lover flinching and covering their face with their hands... what the hell did I do to piss off the gods so much, I feel like my first lover is gonna be a goddamn psychopath or something."

"Maybe I am." You spoke with obvious sarcasm in your voice.

Katsuki freezes for a few seconds then he glances back at you and stares at you with an annoyed and agitated expression and raises one of his eyebrows. He knew you were sarcastic but chose to take it seriously.

"Are you serious?"

"No. I'm not that dumb." You lean your head on his shoulder.

Katsuki's expression softens ever so slightly when he sees you get comfortable on his shoulder and lean your head on him.

"Well... you're already acting like a real lover by doing that so... I guess we might as well watch the damn movie then."

You got up and turned off the light, before sitting back in your previous position and leaned your head on Katsukis shouler.

Katsuki is slightly taken aback, he raises one of his eyebrows at you.

"So now we just... what, lie down and watch the damn movie...?"

"We don't have to lie down. Any position you want." You thought that it was too soon to lay next to each other. Sure you do sit next to each other in common areas like in the cafeteria but this was... different. You'd be laying down and you thought it's too intimate since you basically just started dating.

Katsuki scoffs when you say 'any position you want' and he then glances away.

"So what the hell are we supposed to do instead then, it's too uncomfortable if we sit up and if we lie down it's way too intimate..." He thought that it was intimate too and at that you just nodded and said:

"Do this?" You pressed your back against the wall behind you, pulling him back with you so you're both pressed against the wall and then you lean on him again.

Katsuki's eyes narrow slightly as you press yourself up against the wall and lean on his shoulder, he scoots himself a little closer to you so that you could have better comfort. Katsuki sighs and puts his arm around your shoulder, the heat from your body could be felt through his shirt and he closes his eyes as he leans against you.

You turn your head slightly to get comfortable on his shoulder as you watch the random horror movie you picked.

After the movie is over, Katsuki lets out a yawn and turns his head so he's facing you.

"Well... if I'm honest, being so close to you is making me pretty fucking tired."

"It's because it's way past your bedtime." You said and pointed at his clock, it showing that it's currently 21:17 (9:17pm)

Katsuki raises one of his eyebrows.

"How the hell do you know what my bedtime is?"

"..I observe people. And you always leave the common area early." You said.

"So... what, you've been like... stalking me and shit?"

"No.. just watching. I don't follow you around or do anything." You couldn't help but stare at him often... he's so handsome and beautiful and all the pretty words you could say that he is.

"Well... I mean... fine I don't give a shit but still why, who the hell just...watches other people, how is that entertaining for someone like you, the introverted, quiet person?" He asked, looking at you like you were crazy or something.

"Eh." You shrugged.

Katsuki grumbles under his breath.

"Whatever... it's late now... are you gonna sleep in here?"

"I don't think I should."

"Why? Are you afraid to sleep next to me or something?" He scoffs.

"Y'know that Aizawa Sensei checks to see if everyone is in their dorm by 23:00 (11:00pm) and I'm sure he's gonna check on you especially after everything that happened to you..." (I heard it somewhere so consider it a headcanon of mine because I'm not sure they have a curfew in the dorms...)

"Well that's stupid... I'm almost 17, who makes rules about teenagers going to sleep at a certain time...? This place was supposed to be more free and open than normal schools, yet here I am, being confined by the stupid rules of some stupid fucking teacher. How is Aizawa allowed to just go into the dorms whenever he wants? Katsuki grunts in annoyance.

"He wants to make sure we don't do anything. Besides, he'll stop after a month, I'm sure of it. It's because he doesn't know us that well yet but he'll trust us eventually I guess.."

Katsuki scoffs.

"It's pathetic that even though the year has just began, he needs to check on us because he hasn't built up a level of trust yet. And for the last time we're not 'kids' we are almost adults at this point. We can make our own damn decisions, we don't need him to babysit us."

"Yeah yeah, I need to go.." You glance at the clock, it's already 21:32 (9:32pm)...

"Yeah, like hell you are. You're staying here."

You blush slightly at his demand but shake your head.

"Bakugo, I can't. I don't want us to get expelled or something.."

"For fucks sake fine then just go!" He's irritated.

You turn to him and quickly press a small peck on his lips. You got off the bed, say "Night." And ran out.

Katsuki is about to scowl and argue when you kiss him, the action catches him off guard and his annoyance and aggravation melts away as your lips touch his. Katsuki's heart leaps into his throat and he freezes as the feeling of your lips against his sends a shiver down his spine. He wanted to say something but you ran out... hmph.

You were embarrassed and were blushing hard. You couldn't believe that you just kissed your crush who's apparently supposed to be your boyfriend now too...you pinch yourself in hopes that you aren't just dreaming.

Katsuki sighed and leaned back on his bed after you left, he closed his eyes and covered them with his right hand. All he could think about were your soft lips grazing his, your scent filling his nostrils and your body pressed up against his for a split moment then. He scuffles underneath the blankets and groans again, he tries to sleep but the thoughts of that kiss prevent him from doing so. Katsuki stares at the ceiling and scuffles underneath the covers again, he groans again, opens his eyes and he stares at the ceiling, his heart beating quickly and heavily. The memory of your lips kissing him is still burned into his brain and the feeling of your warmth against his skin is imprinted into his mind. Katsuki slowly sighs as the memory of the kiss replays over and over again in his mind. He groans again and rubs his eyes for a few seconds. Damn you. He can't sleep because of you now, are you happy? He feels weird, like there are butterflies in his stomach and he just groans loudly, covering himself with his blanket and closing his eyes tightly in hope to forget it, to forget you. He whispers "Go to hell, shitty y/n...".

★

I guess there was no time to actually do something productive and learn chemistry like you hoped to but this was better than learning, right?

★

Comment if you want me to make part 2🫶🏻

(Sorry for grammar mistakes if there are any, English isn't my first language)

[rikuami]

Hihi ^^ can I request some Kaoru headcanons in a relationship with a reader that has an opposite personality to him yet are still compatible? (Introverted, the cold and silent type but still caring, probably easily drained out in crowds) And perhaps they have like the typical golden retriever x black cat or sun x moon dynamic or something like that.

Have a great day <3

opposites attract — kaoru hakaze cw: fluff, kinda ooc kaoru (?) a/n: thank you for requesting! i'm not the proudest of this since i'm not good at writing for kaoru, but i still hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

— They say opposites attract, and that can be said with you and your boyfriend, Kaoru.

— A lot of people (cough, undead) weren’t sure how you two started dating but were happy for you nevertheless.

— When the two of you met, he was drawn to you out of curiosity. You usually do everything in your power to avoid being in the center of attention. Avoiding crowds, mostly kept to yourself, and sometimes were a bit cold to others.

— But the part Kaoru was drawn to the most was that even though you did everything to avoid people, you were still caring and oftentimes worried about others around you.

— When you two first started dating, he made it a mental note to not try to make you uncomfortable and had a tendency to overthink if he was doing everything right.

— You thought it was endearing that he was trying, but you also told him that he didn’t have to change who he was for you. 

— It took some time, but you two eventually made it work.

— You both try to incorporate the things you want to do.

— He wants to go on a date at a cafe? Sure, but you two sit in a more quiet area to prevent you from getting drained as easily. 

— In your relationship, he’s more the talker, and you’re the listener. Not that you don’t mind speaking to him; you just find it very cute that he can hold conversations and oftentimes ramble about whatever he can think of.

— He once offered to buy you DVDs of his performances, knowing that it would easily stress you out attending the actual live performance, but you wanted to see him perform in real time. 

— Kaoru finds it very endearing that you do attend his performances, but he still worries about you. Though all thoughts wash away when he sees that you're having a nice time.

— He was very excited for you to meet his group-mates, but wanted you to do it within your own time.

— Kaoru does warn them over and over about how they should act, but you were actually very open to meeting them and didn't shy away from talking.

— Overall, you two make this relationship work. You don’t change anything about one another since that’s the reason why you two fell in love.

©2024 rikuami do not re-upload, translate, copy, modify, or claim as your own

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I don’t know bout you but I’m introverted af. How would the jjk dudes treat an introverted and shy partner? 😊

AHH I love this request!! though, I will say I also have extreme social anxiety and I think that may have bled through so keep that in mind!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Gojo is going to be a hard one to deal with if you’re an introvert, I’m not gonna lie homies

He is extremely extroverted and loves to be around people.

He actually kinda has to be around people, least he lose his frickin mind

But, he does try to do better and pick up on your nonverbal cues

If you guys are out and he notices you getting overwhelmed, he tries to separate you from the situation

And while he loves hang outs, kick backs, nights out ect, he also loves just hanging out with you at home, quietly watching you play games or read together

I will say he does fall into the trap of finding your shyness cute.

Your flustered body language as you try to hide yourself away in social situations, He finds it cute!

And I honestly think he has a little bit of a hard time understanding your discomfort being around friends.

I mean, think about it. He’s a lonely guy with not a lot of friends. Gojo loves to attend social gatherings and hang outs, because they make him less lonely.

Why would anyone want to be lonely?

I also think he would have a pretty hard time giving you space ngl

Like, you just want to read alone but he wants to be right next to you. 

So, you have to be blunt with no room for misinterpretation when you need space. Just like real life!

I don’t think it would hurt his feelings, don’t worry. He’d be happy you can be so honest with him

He does try to adapt to you and your needs, but ya gotta give him some time

Suguru Geto

BESTIES, HE RUNS A CULT IDK WHAT YA WANT ME TO TELL YA

As an introvert who loves loves loves Suguru, don’t date him if you’re an introvert LMAO

He’s always got people in and around his house and all of them want to talk to him. It’s his “Family”

He may even be a little bit upset with you for wanting space from his family

They don’t mean you any harm, they love you! Why do you hate and avoid them?

I think he would “try” To “Help you adapt.”

By that I mean when you start to get overwhelmed, he pushes you past your boundaries to keep hanging out with them.

He would give you a drink to “help you nerves” 1000%

I just feel like being an introvert and dating him would leave you overstimulated all the time.

Not related (But it feels very related) he sees no problem in using the overhead lights and does so liberally. I mean that derogatorily.

Your best bet at getting some space is sneaking away while the others are deep in conversation

If you’re an introvert please stay far away from this man. I'm so serious. For your own safety stay clear

Now, that being said, I do think you can get some quiet time by agreeing to read with him.

But that’s it other than that you’re screwed.

Good luck soldier.

Kento Nanami

HIM TOO BESTIE HIM TOO

He completely understands because he is the exact same way

He's extremely sensitive to your needs and when you start to feel overwhelmed 

And as such, he's really good about getting you away from the situation and to a safe place where you can calm down

He understands space better than any of the other guys because he needs it sometimes too

You guys work because both of you hate everyone else

Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration but there's truth to it!

One of his favorite fate nights is just sitting with you reading together 

Unlike Gojo, he doesn't see your signs of distress as cute. He sees them for what the are: signs if distress 

Thankfully, he's never opposed to leaving any social gathering early to get you home to recharge your battery

Honestly he probably needs a recharge too

And don't worry, he's not going to ask you to go anywhere else for at least a little while

Honestly, he's the objective best bet for any introvert

He's understanding and gentle about the situation 

All he asks is that you do the same for him

Ryomen Sukuna

Ok, here me out on this one. Sukuna loves that you're an introvert 

….because it means he has an easier time keeping you to himself 

What, you didn't think this would come without a catch, did ya?

I've touched on this before but I think Sukuna is really in touch with his SO’s needs, so he picks up on it the moment you start to get overwhelmed

And his version of helping you re-regulate is to just taking you home because he didn’t want to be round people anyway

Honestly, I feel like he may be an introvert too

But not in a “People can drain me” Sometimes way but in more of a “I fucking hate people” way

He’d make fun of you for it too just fyi

“What? Can’t handle a few humans? Pathetic.”

If someone comes looking for you to hang out he’s real quick to be like “Sorry, her battery is dead today.”

Even when it’s not

Does not understand personal time at all.

Ask him to leave you alone all you want, he’s going to be at least in the same room as you.

Probably pouting because you don’t want to be near him

Have I mentioned yet that Sukuna is a nightmare?

[vxperorchist]

Helloo, I'm the one who requested the best friends headcanons. Sorry I disappeared but *cough exams *cough. Anyway if it's still ok I would like to send in another request inspired by the last one as I mentioned before.

So please picture me this: Nilou's fem best friend is in love with Cyno because he's amazing *dreamy sigh, anyway she's a shy, introverted and timid type of person and isn't exactly beautiful or smart and Cyno is like high profile, insanely attractive so she believes he's way out of her league and doesn't intend to make a move. Sooo Nilou takes matters into her own hands and becomes a wingwoman.

Um this turned out lengthy, feel free to ignore it. Anyway please remember to take care of yourself and have a lovely day.

Wingwoman! (Cyno x Fem! Reader)

Scenario: Nilou plays matchmaker/wingwoman for her best friend, setting then up with Cyno!

Genre: Fluff

I'm SO SORRY this took absolutely FOREVER to get out. I died internally and came back SO SO SORRY.

THIS IS SUCH AN AWESOME REQUEST. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS. And bro I feel you on disappearances I'm trying to be active and I'll be like "eh I'll post tmrw" and there goes 2 weeks like help

Ok anyways freaking love this request and had so much fun writing this!!

If you're wondering yes I did Google the joke Cyno made thanks

Nilou's show was today. A show all of Sumeru was bound to attend. You were looking forward to her show of course, as she was your best friend, but you were almost more excited for the debrief you would have afterwards.

After every event, one of you would go to the others place, talking about everything, who was at the show, who was with who, who didn't show up, and so on. It's what best friend do!

You helped her get ready for her show, finding her makeup and touching up her hair where it was needed. You sent her off and she gave you a pre-performance hug as she ran off. You took your place in the crowd, settling yourself between the many people of Sumeru, who came from all over to watch her performance.

She was stunning, her hair glistening so perfectly in the Sumeran sun. You spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd, those who attended frequently, including Kaveh, Collei, (who dragged Tighnari along) and even Faruzan were all recognized.

You couldn't help but notice somebody familiar, but unfamiliar at Nilous shows. White hair and eyes that could kill, the general

Mahamatra stood confidently. You knew him of course, everybody did, but you had never seen him at one of Nilous performances.

You had to admit to yourself, he was attractive. The way he watched everything so carefully and was observant of everything made you want to decode him. It made you want to tear down his mysterious demeanor and get to know him. You caught yourself staring for too long and flicked your attention back to Nilou.

Her performance ended gracefully, and you caught up with her soon after. The two of you quickly made a line for her house where you two could finally have some quiet, away from the paparazzi, interviews, and flashing lights.

The two of you gathered on her couch, snacks and drinks surrounding you. You complimented her performance, telling her how in awe the crows was, including yourself.

"Thank you so much!" She said genuinely, every time. "It means a lot to me, it truly does." She swung giddily, she then turned excitedly to you. "Tell me, who all did you see?" She asked quickly.

"The usuals, a few new faces too." You bit a grape off a vine, putting the fruit back down. "Did you know the General Mahamatra was there?"

You were unaware as to why she was giggling. "I noticed; you were watching him for quite some time." She smiled; she had definitely caught on.

"You should talk to him!" She suggested excitedly, unaware of your lack of self-confidence, especially when it came to talking to someone so significant to both the nation, and you.

"I don't know about that." You replied nervously. "He doesn't seem like the type of person to indulge in relationships, and I don't think he'd be interested in me." You didn't think, you knew, deep down.

"You'll never know until you try!" She clasped her hands; you could see her scheming behind her bright eyes. "I think he was there for you, Nilou." She laughed a little harder. "No silly, he was there for security measures. We knew it would be a large turnout, and his group was called in just in case something was to go down regarding eremites. It was strictly business. However, being on stage I did see how he looked at you when you weren't looking." She grinned largely.

You couldn't tell if she was joking or not, but you felt your face heat up at the thought.

"I only know a little bit about him, I heard he likes playing cards." She admitted, trying to give you a lead on him.

With that information given, Nilou tried her hardest to get you to talk to him or reach out. It ended in utter failure as you didn't try, uncertain of what the future would hold if you did.

You could be content with your situation now, instead of worrying about rejection.

Nilou however, had other plans. She would not be content with your situation and was tired of the eye contact she would see the two of you lock without any further advancement.

It was obvious to any third party that each of you had some feelings or interest in each other, but the two of you were too dense to act on it or see it in general.

"He's into you, I'm telling you!" Nilou exclaimed after another show, you brushed her off each time. There was absolutely no way he was, and Nilou was trying to embed wishful thinking into your brain.

You continued to ignore your growing feelings, as not acting on them would do no harm.

You wouldn't act out on them, but who was to say your best friend wouldn't work her own magic?

"Y/n! They want me to perform at an event a the Bazaar this weekend, the most exciting part is they'll be hosting a TCG tournament at this event, alongside food, drinks, and other activities. You can't tell me that wouldn't make an awesome date!" Nilou ran up to you excitedly, practically jumping with joy.

"And who are you trying to go on a date with?" You asked her, head tilted with a mischievous grin. "No one! However, I'm sure Cyno will be there, this is your chance!"

You sighed as she was still yet to give up on her idea, even though her performance that sparked this whole situation was over a month ago.

"Nilou, he's not into me, I promise you that."

"Please, just come to this event. For me?" You'd do anything for her, she was your best friend. "I'll do it for you, but that's it." She smiled and you grew instantly worried.

Nilou had various connections around Sumeru, and it wouldn't have surprised you if she rigged something to her benefit. (Not in a selfish way.)

Thats exactly what she did too. Like she said, Cyno was present at the event, with a focus of becoming the Sumeru City TCG champion. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself, however nothing was funny when you realized you were entered, with a match against said Cyno.

You swore to hide Nilous hairspray or shrink her next show dress. She definitely did this. You sat across from Cyno at a small table, surrounded by the crowds of Sumeran people walking throughout the event, nobody paying any mind to either of you.

"I recognize you. You're one of Nilous friends, right? I always see the two of you together." He said, skipping a greeting.

"Yeah, I've been friends with Nilou for many years, we've been mistaken for sisters a few times." You laughed it off.

"The difference is A-parent." He joked.

You tried to laugh, you really did, but ended up feeling all the blood rush to your face for no particular reason.

"Do you get it? The difference between you two is apparent, however there is also a parental difference between you two."

You understood the joke fine and couldn't help but laugh. Not at the joke, but the way it caught you off guard.

"I get it, it was good." You admitted. He smiled lightly, light enough for just you to catch it. You watched as his eyes lit up too. "Really? I guess I'll have to use it another time if it was that good."

The two of you began to play cards, you watched as someone so powerful moved his hands with such gentleness, and you got to witness someone so distant, up close.

He ended up beating you, that was no surprise, and you had fun playing which was the best part. You thanked him for playing and began to walk off. You wanted to go tell Nilou everything while kicking your feet in her bed.

"Would you like to watch Nilous performance with me?" He said lowly, almost nervously.

"I'd love to." You smiled, walking over to the stage with him. You talked about many things as the two of you waited for the performance to start. You learned that it wasn't very hard to get past the cold demeanor, and all someone had to give him was a chance.

Nilou's performance started, and you waved to her from the middle of the crowd. As your hand went up, it brushed Cynos. He pulled back for a second on instinct, and let it relax again.

Nilou acknowledged the two of you, waving back before she started.

You watched Nilou as you did every time, focusing on the parts she talked about frequently. Furthermore, you couldn't help but also watch Cyno, who was dangerously close to you.

So close you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He shuffled as the crowd shifted, shifting you two closer together. "Sorry, there isn't much space." You apologized for the proximity; one side of your body practically pressed up against his.

Your arm brushed him as somebody in the crowd bumped into you. He wasn't slow on noticing the disruption beside you, and wrapped an arm around your back, moving you away from the pushing. He did it out of protection, you knew, but couldn't help your stomach that was doing cartwheels.

His arm lingered loosely, just barely resting on your own arm. He looked over at you, trying to check your reaction, you smiled over at him, nodding a thank you.

No words were exchanged, but the two of you collectively enjoyed the others presence, even if you were pressed up against each other by force.

Nilous performance ended, alongside the night which was slowly coming to an end. "Thank you for tonight, it really was great." You tripped over your words a few times, hoping he would ignore it.

"I enjoyed it too, and I'd like to beat you in TCG again sometime. I'll catch you again for food sometime. Get home safely, and alert me if anything is wrong. Tell Nilou I said thank you as well." He said his goodbyes, and you were sent back home, too caught up in bliss to realize the last part of his goodbye.

Thank Nilou for what??

You met up with Nilou for breakfast the next morning, she looked guiltier than anything, but was so extremely proud of yourself.

"Last night went well." She giggled happily. You couldn't be upset, there was no possible way.

"He says thank you by the way." You told her and she smiled again.

"He's thanking me for setting the night up with you."

[willalove75]

Love your work! Would you write Rebecca X Female!Reader , where she's working as an assistant coach or something clever but R is very shy and introverted ( Ted is like a father figure ). But when on the pitch next to Ted, R is a complete opposite . Rebecca is intrigued ? She's also protective of R, enjoys having her and Keeley in the office , maybe flirty . Reader is like Kara Danvers from Supergirl ☺️

Thank you SO much!!!💕💕

And I love this so much! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!!💕

A/n: I don't know anything about Kara Danvers or Supergirl so I'm sorry if I don't hit the mark on that😅😂

Gif source

When Rebecca first hired you as an assistant coach, she didn't think too much of you. Your references were good, you knew the game better than most people she's met, you were quiet, nice, very girl next door type. Even though she wasn't sure how well you'd fit in with the rest of the managers given they were all pretty outgoing men, she took a chance and it paid off.

Whenever there was a meeting Rebecca noticed that you only ever spoke when spoken to. You were quiet but thorough with your analyses, strategies and had great opinions.

For whatever reason, Keeley immediately took a liking to you and started dragging you into Rebecca's office for "girl talk." For the most part, you just listened, only giving your opinion on things when you were asked. Rebecca was curious how someone so quiet was such a great coach to a particularly rowdy team. But she admired your softness, she loved hearing you laugh and when you spoke, she hung onto every word you said. She's been pretty busy since you were hired and she wasn't able to watch you during trainings so she really had no idea how you operated on the pitch.

Finally, Rebecca found a free afternoon to finally observe training before the first match of the season. She quietly made her way out into the stands and took a seat, her eyes trained on you.

Before training that morning, Coach Lasso asked the group what you all thought the team should focus on today. Piping up, you suggested that the team should work on the finer details of their footwork. Of course it was important to learn new plays, perfect the ones they already knew, but you felt like the boys needed a refresher on the basics.

Coaches Lasso, Beard, Roy and your other assistant manager, Nate, all paused for a moment before agreeing. The boys' footwork had become a bit sloppy, messing up passes, missing goals, all because they weren't kicking the ball with the precision they should be.

Ted and the rest of the guys all agreed and even let you take the reigns for training for the day. It wasn't something you'd done before here at Richmond, but you were really excited to finally show everyone why you deserve to be here.

Rebecca watched as the boys ran a basic play, unsure why you all decided to run such a simple play, but she kept watching to see what happens.

Colin passes the ball over to Sam and even though it looked like a solid pass, Colin wasn't using the proper technique, something Rebecca wasn't paying attention to, but you definitely were.

As soon as Sam got the ball you blew your whistle and everyone stopped.

"COLIN!" You scream across the pitch. "DO I HAVE TO CALL ROY'S NIECE TO COME OVER HERE AND TEACH YOU HOW TO KICK THE BALL?"

The managers all held back a laugh, Roy and Beard smirking with approval, and the rest of the team busted out into laughter. Rebecca on the other hand, was in shock. The sweet, quiet girl she'd gotten to know was replaced by an assertive, confident coach, a side of you she didn't even know existed. She was even more enamored with you now than she ever was before.

"Oh come on coach! It was a fine pass!" He argued.

"'Fine' won't win the whole damn thing! If you want to be 'fine' then drop down to the lower levels of the league!"

The teams laughter fades and a few of the guys whistle and you hear a few mutter "oh shit".

"Run it again!" You say, blowing the whistle again.

"Fuckin' cunt." Colin murmurs under his breath.

The boys reset and start the play over, Colin gets the ball and passes it to Sam again with a perfect execution, giving Sam the opportunity to sink the ball right into the net.

"There we go! That's what I'm talking about!" You yell before blowing your whistle.

Walking out onto the pitch you walk up to Colin and pat him on the back.

"That was perfect! Did you feel how you had way more control when you connected with the ball this time?" You say as you imitate kicking a ball.

"Yes coach, I see what you mean."

"Good! Because when you hit it just right, you don't have to worry about trying to control where the ball is gonna go, you can focus on putting as much or as little power behind the kick to get it to your teammate. Just like you did with Sam, the ball got to him faster and he was able to sink that puppy straight into the net before the other team knew what hit 'em!"

Colin nods at you and you give him another pat on the shoulder before you turn away. Walking back over to the coaches, you see Rebecca sitting in the stands watching. A blush creeps across your cheeks as you give her a little wave and she waves back. You can't read her face, you're not sure if she's impressed, indifferent or unhappy with your coaching style. As training continues you try not to focus on Rebecca and direct your attention to the boys on the field.

Rebecca watches you as training continues. She sees Ted wrap his arm around your shoulder for a moment and says something to you. He spoke too quietly and she's sitting too far away to hear what he said, but she notices you relax a little before he pulls his arm away.

When training was finally over, you all head back inside, Rebecca had left at some point, although you're not sure when. In your office, you're going over a few new plays you've come up with, seeing which player would best fit each position.

"Well howdy there boss!" You hear Ted say as the sound of heels clicking across the floor enters the office. "What'd ya think of today's trainin'?"

"I must admit I was quite impressed." She says.

Looking over your shoulder, you see Rebecca lean up against the door connecting your and Ted's offices.

"Y/n, I almost couldn't believe that was you out there." She says playfully.

The blush creeps up again and you let out a nervous giggle.

"Oh, yeah, thank you."

Rebecca raises and eyebrow at you and flashes you a smile.

"Come up to my office after work, Keeley and I are going to be spending some time up there today."

"Oh? Yeah, of course. Thanks for the invite."

Rebecca smiles at you again and walks out through the locker room.

"Colin, coach l/n really ripped you a new one out there." Isaac says.

"She was such a bitch! I kicked the ball perfect the first time." Colin responds, visibly annoyed.

"I would show your coaches some more respect if I were you, Mr. Hughes." Rebecca says with daggers in her eyes.

"Oh, Ms. Welton, yes, of course, I'm so sorry." He says, obviously taken by surprise because he didn't see her there.

"Even I could tell that first kick was utter garbage." She says before walking away.

Could she really tell? No, absolutely not. But Rebecca knew what you were doing and trusted you. She also was not about to let the players trash talk their coach, especially the only female coach. That was not going to fly in her locker room.

After work you head up to Rebecca's office to find her sitting on the couch with Keeley.

"Y/n! I'm glad you came!" Rebecca says, her face lighting up a little when she sees you.

"Of course, thanks for the invite." You reply with a soft smile.

"Come in, come take a seat," Rebecca moves closer to Keeley, opening up a spot next to her. "would you like a glass of wine?"

"I would love one, thank you."

Rebecca hands you a glass after you sit down and you take a sip, your eyes flickering between the two women.

"I have to say, I'm still shocked that that was you out on the pitch this afternoon." Rebecca says as she takes a sip.

"What happened on the pitch?!" Keeley asks.

"Our sweet, quiet little y/n became this loud, assertive coach. Those boys listened to her as well as they listen to Roy."

"No shit! So you're like an entirely different person when you coach?"

"Um, I guess." You say, the blush returning once again.

"She absolutely does." Rebecca says. "I was impressed, really."

For some reason, that took you by surprise. You didn't think you could ever do anything to impress Rebecca.

"Really?"

"Absolutely, the way you commanded the team was incredible."

"Oh my god I bet it was so hot watching you get all assertive like that!" Keeley says, causing your blush to deepen.

"I don't know about that." You mumble.

Rebecca shrugs a little and smiles at you and you take another sip of wine.

As the night progresses, the three of you talk, laugh and genuinely enjoy each others company. The wine loosened you up a bit and you're talking a little more freely than you usually do. Something that both Rebecca and Keeley seem to be happy about.

"Oh! I wanted to ask you y/n, what did Ted say to you on the pitch this afternoon?" Rebecca asks.

"When?"

"After you yelled at Colin, he put his arm around you and said something to you."

"Oh," you say, blushing once again. "he just said that I was doing a really good job and that he was proud of me."

"Aw I love Ted!" Keeley says. "He's such a sweetheart."

"He's a really good guy, it's nice to have someone so supportive on the pitch."

"I can imagine! It must be tough being the only chick out there."

"It's not too bad, I mean sometimes the guys say shit but I don't let it get to me."

Rebecca stiffens when she hears you say that the team makes comments to her. She doesn't even realize it but her grip on her wine glass tightens.

"What do they say to you?" Rebecca asks.

"Honestly I don't really pay attention, sometimes they're just teasing me, sometimes they like, pretend hit on me, say stupid things. The usual things that immature athletes usually say."

"That is absolutely unacceptable." Rebecca says, her tone growing more serious.

"It's okay really-"

"No it's not, you're their manager, they should respect you just as much as they respect the other managers."

"I guess." You say, shrugging.

"No, no, they absolutely should. And if it continues there will be hell to pay."

"Rebecca, really-"

"No babes she's right," Keeley chimes in. "you absolutely deserve the same amount of respect that the other coaches get and it's some sexist bullshit that you're not getting it."

Coming to terms with the fact that this is absolutely a losing battle, you smile at the two women.

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it."

Rebecca wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her. The moment her skin touches yours your heartbeat quickens. AS she pulls you closer you're engulfed in her perfume. It's a beautiful, no doubt expensive, scent. It automatically relaxes you even though your heart still feels like its beating out of your chest. You look up at Rebecca and she looks down at you and smiles. Immediately her gorgeous green eyes captivate you and you get lost in them for a moment. Opening your mouth to speak, you realize your throat has gone dry so you grab your wine glass and take a sip.

"We got your back babes!" Keeley says.

"We absolutely do." Rebecca says, smiling down at you.

Later that night you lay in bed unable to fall asleep. The moment Rebecca wrapped her arm around you replays over and over again on a loop. You've never felt like that before and you can't figure out why. Was it because she's your boss? Not really. How about because she saw you in your coach mode earlier? Nah. What the hell made you so nervous in such a pretty woman's arms!

Right after that thought passed through your mind it hit you. You liked Rebecca, a lot. Way more than you ever thought or would have admitted to yourself.

Shit. You had a crush on your boss.

The next morning Rebecca calls a meeting with all of the coaches and the team. Everyone gathers in the conference room and you sit in one of the chairs, fidgeting nervously because you think you know why you're all here.

"Good morning everyone, I'm sure you're all wondering why I called this meeting this morning."

"Colin I told ya, you gotta use soap when ya shower mate!" Jamie says, making the entire team laugh.

Rebecca glares at Jamie and he shrinks back in his seat.

"Sorry Ms. Welton." He mumbles.

"It was recently brought to my attention that one of the managers here has not been given the same amount of respect as the others. Something that I witnessed myself in the locker room yesterday." She says, staring daggers at Colin, who also shrinks into his seat. "Every manager on this team, assistant or otherwise, deserves your respect and I will not tolerate anyone on this team disrespecting them in any way. If I find out that any one of you are making fun of, ostracizing or disrespecting any of the coaches on this team you will be benched for the first five games." The team takes a collective breath in, they're all a little intimidated by Rebecca and they don't take her threats lightly. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ms. Welton." They say in unison.

"Wonderful, now unless anyone has any questions or concerns, you all are dismissed."

Ted turns to you and the other coaches, a confused look on his face.

"What the heck was all of that about?"

The coaches shrug their shoulders and you stay silent. The guys on the team have never said anything in front of the other coaches so you're not surprised that they didn't know they weren't treating you all that nicely.

Everyone leaves the conference room and you head to your office. The day goes by pretty quickly and the threats Rebecca made seem to have stuck because the boys are giving you less attitude than they normally do. When the day is finally over you make your way up to Rebecca's office to thank her for putting her foot down.

You knock on the door and hear her on the other side.

"Come in!" When she see's you after you open the door, her face lights up again. "Oh! Y/n! What a wonderful surprise." She says with a smile, closing her laptop. "Please, sit." She gestures to the chair in front of her desk.

You take a seat and drink her in for a quick moment. Her hair is pulled back elegantly so you can see every beautiful feature of her face. Her green button down shirt, that's showing off her perfect breasts just enough to tease you, makes her eyes pop. If you could, you would sit here all night and just look at her.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asks with a smile.

"I just wanted to thank you, for earlier today."

"Oh you don't have to thank me! It's absolutely unacceptable to disrespect the people that rank higher than you. I wish you had told me sooner, I'm so sorry you've been dealing with that for so long." Her green eyes look sad, not like the pitied you, but sad that you've been treated like shit from your players.

"Yeah, I just tend to take things as they are. I don't like making waves."

"Well if anything like this ever happens again, I hope you do."

"Thank you, I will."

"I was surprised that Ted and the other coaches didn't even know. They can usually pick up on those things quickly."

"Yeah, the guys were pretty discrete when it came to them insulting me or something."

"Did you tell anyone? Like a boyfriend or-"

"Oh no, I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh?"

"I'm not really, into guys so much." You say as you feel your cheeks starting to get warm.

"Oh." Rebecca says, almost surprised.

"I'm guessing you weren't expecting that." You say with a laugh.

"Uh, no, honestly, I was not." She also says with a laugh.

"I mean, come on, I'm a football coach for a men's team, it's kinda obvious."

"Well when you put it like that!" The two of you laugh for a minute.

Her laugh is amazing, it fills your chest with so much joy. If you could have it played on repeat for hours, you would.

"Anyway, thank you again for doing that, it means a lot."

"Of course, I can't let my staff, no less my favorite employee, be harassed by the team."

"Aw, thanks." You say, smiling at her. "I'll let you go-"

"I was just about to leave, walk with me to the carpark?"

"Of course."

The two of you walk out of the building and into the carpark in a comfortable silence. The sky is dark and there's only a few cars left, including her driver and your car. Rebecca turns towards you and you mirror her action. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gently cups your face. Without realizing it, you unconsciously lean into her hand, when you realize what you just did your eyes widen. Rebecca only smirks and her thumb caresses your cheek.

"If I wasn't your boss," She says softly, as if she's talking to herself while she's admiring you.

Her hand leaves your face and you grab hold of it with yours.

"Even if you are, I wouldn't mind." You say, just as softly, with a smile.

Rebecca looks at you with a bit of surprise in her eyes, she was never expecting you to say that. She's had the feeling that you had a crush on her for awhile now, long before you realized you did. And she's secretly been admiring you from afar.

The thought of dating an employee sounds so incredibly unprofessional to Rebecca. But at the same time, you're not just any employee.

"I must say, I'm torn on the matter." She says with a small smile.

"Well, give me a chance to ease your worries." You say with a confidence you haven't had in awhile.

Rebecca picks up on your sudden burst of confidence and a smile crosses her face.

"Alright then, Friday night, 7pm, I'll pick you up?"

"Perfect."

"It's a date."

[imdead770]

I love the one you did for Steve, could you do a best friends to lovers for Johnny too?

Johnny Cade x Reader - Childhood Friends

Authors Note - Why are there so many requests for childhood friends?? Not complaining though, keep requesting Enjoy!

▪︎ I think Johnny was pretty shy as a kid

▪︎ Didn't raise his hand, rarely spoke, the one kid teachers would say to 'talk louder' when he read to the class

▪︎ You met whenever the teacher rearranged the seating chart in 3rd grade

▪︎ You were either

A) Super social

Or

B) Just like him

▪︎ If you're super social it worked out flawlessly

▪︎ You answered questions for Johnny

"Can you answer this one, Johnny?"

"..27.5..?"

"What was that?"

"Oh, he said 27.5. He's right."

▪︎ Probably got you in trouble a few times

▪︎ "I'm the teacher of this class!"

▪︎ "Let him talk for himself!"

▪︎ He was eternally grateful for it, though

▪︎ You helped him come out of his shell

▪︎ If you were quiet you two would have an unspoken bond

▪︎ Like you barely talk but you're best friends

▪︎ You have the same problems as him so he relates to you

▪︎ Either way, you two bonded

▪︎ By middle school you were still helping him out

▪︎ I think by now he had the gang

▪︎ But say the gang was off doing their own thing, you'd bring him into your friend group

▪︎ Again, eternally grateful

▪︎ Another thing he's grateful for, you always stood up for him to the socs

▪︎ Whether you're a soc or a grease, you always told them to fuck off

▪︎ You beat some girls ass some time because she called Johnny a pathetic quiet kid with no friends

▪︎ She had to get nose surgery

▪︎ 💀

▪︎ You tell him all the gossip (if you're into that)

▪︎ Like he has blackmail on everyone because of you

▪︎ By high-school he still looks like a middle schooler

▪︎ He's kind of jealous of how you matured so fast

▪︎ Like here he is looking like a 13 year old

▪︎ You're over here looking like you could be on the cover of vogue

▪︎ You helped him see he's lucky, though

"Johnny, when we're 70 years old, I'm gonna look like a pile of ashes and you're gonna like 20."

▪︎ You would've said 'plus you look cute', but you didn't want to ruin the friendship

▪︎ He comes to your house instead of the lot

▪︎ Sometthing about you comforts him

▪︎ Maybe because you're the only one in his life who can calm him down

▪︎ Remember that one time he got jumped?

▪︎ Once he got found by the gang he immediately wanted you

▪︎ He knows the gang couldn't comfort him

▪︎ Sure they'd try, but you could help him

▪︎ Two-Bit hauled him on over to your place

"Heyy, Tw-.. Johnny, what the fuck..?"

▪︎ Even though the gang was really worried they couldn't help but give each other the look

▪︎ The 'ooh she likes him too' look

▪︎ Only for a second though, the next they were helping you patch him up

▪︎ You were holding him, trying to calm him down

▪︎ Which surprisingly somewhat worked

▪︎ He wasn't trembling anymore, just a bit shaky

▪︎ Now that he looks back on it that's the moment he fell head over heels for you

▪︎ Nobody's ever cared for him like that

▪︎ Not Dal, not the gang, not his parents

▪︎ Nobody could calm him down like that

▪︎ He was way more grateful than he was in 3rd grade

▪︎ Now that the jumping has passed

▪︎ He's a bit more awkward around you

▪︎ Just a bit

▪︎ Cause he's literally in love with you

▪︎ And you're like

'Shit, was I too clingy? God, he hates me'

▪︎ Completely clueless he's liked you since you first stood up for him in elementary

▪︎ I don't think Johnny would ever tell you

▪︎ He can't do feelings, he's been hurt too much

▪︎ Eventually Dal has had enough of it

▪︎ Sometime he finally remembers to talk to you

"Listin', ya gawta tell Johnny cake 'bout you crush. Neither of ya' are slick, get it ova' wit."

▪︎ Accurate New York accent right there

▪︎ I think, I don't know

▪︎ Anyways, back on topic

▪︎ I'm going with the social character here

▪︎ Sorry introverts

▪︎ Eventually you finally get the guts to tell him

▪︎ It's one of the nights you're in your room together, casually sitting together, talking

▪︎ He's mid sentence, but if you wait you'll loose your sudden burst of confidence

"Hey, Johnnycake?"

"So-... Yeah?"

"Yknow I care for you a lot, yeah?"

▪︎ He's already blushing

"Uh.. yeah"

"What if I said I like you?"

▪︎ Pure silence

▪︎ He's blushing his ass off

▪︎ Eventually he gets out the words stuck in his throat

"Like.. like like?"

"Yeah.. like that."

▪︎ Couldn't even speak

▪︎ He's too flustered

▪︎ But at the same time he's super happy

▪︎ But it's still awkward

".. I like ya' too."

"Yeah?"

"..Yeah."

▪︎ It didn't end with some romantic kiss, he's not ready for that

▪︎ You both just smiled at each other

"Mkay.. so, what were you saying about Steve?"

▪︎ He's still blushing, processing

▪︎ Smiling.

"I got no idea."