Hi When I Saw Your High&low Masterlist, I Wanted To Ask A Request How Would Murayama And Cobra Dancer

hi when i saw your high&low masterlist, i wanted to ask a request how would murayama and cobra dancer be with a girlfriend :P

- 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 // 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙖

( ♡ ) pairing : Murayama Yoshiki x fem!dancer!reader, Hino Junpei " Cobra " x fem!dancer!reader

( ♡ ) warning : fluff with them rough boys ( they're sweethearts )

( ♡ ) : Murayama and Cobra ( separately ) find out their girlfriend is a dancer

( ♡ ) a/n : thanks for requesting <3 and sorry for the late response, I've had some work to do. If there is something wrong with my answer, please tell me and I'll resolve the issue :))

Murayama :

he cached you dancing in the bathroom, after you took a shower and man you got some moves and that put him to think about it.

you peeked at him and he was staring.

he tells you that you move well and you tell him that that's nothing and he should see you at your dance workouts and he was like " what?? "

it took him some good moments to realise you're actually a dancer 🕺🏻💃🏽

he will beg you to teach him some moves ( even tho he can dance pretty well himself )

he's your biggest supporter

100% would talk with Seki and Furuya about how his girlfriend is a dancer

he's just so proud of you.

" I'm telling you, it's gonna be fine [name], it's not like it is your first performance " Murayama caresses your hand with his thumb. Tomorrow at 9:00 a.m you had your biggest performance and you were freaked out.

" Yea… maybe you're right, it's going to be alright " Murayama smiles " I'm gonna be there " he whispers to you " And it doesn't matter if you win or not, I'm always proud of my girl " he assured.

Cobra :

man realised right away you're a dancer, i mean, at first he really thought you were just a good dancer, but he saw the reminder on your phone to go to your dance workouts

he loves to see you dance - if you are a ballerina he would ask you if you could dance for him, he finds ballet relaxing

man supports you 100%, your most dedicated fan, your #1 fan

would come at your performances with the boys and Naomi to support you <3

another proud boyfriend <3

" Dear " Cobra calls for you. You peek at him from your book " Could you- " he didn't even finish his sentence and you already knew what he wanted " Of course ".

He always loved how you moved. It didn't matter what type of dance you would practice, he just loved how you would put heart in how you moved.

You get up and walk over to him " Would you like to dance, mr. Junpei ? " you smile. Cobra takes your hand, smiling to himself.

back to materialist

Favourite game

( ♡ ) pairing : Gen Narumi x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , p in v, idk bro, smut wrote by a minor 🤗

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I feel very creative those days 😭

"You're really going to play that now?" You rolled your eyes, but the playful smirk on your lips gave away your amusement.

"What?" Gen didn't look up from his console, his thumbs dancing over the controls. "You know I can't miss the new update."

The room was a mess of discarded action figures and half-eaten ramen bowls, a stark contrast to the gleaming cityscape outside the office window. It was a rare moment of peace before the chaos that often accompanied your lives as members of the Defense Forces.

You shifted in his lap, the friction sending a shiver down your spine. You leaned over, your hair brushing against his cheek. "You're going to miss the best part."

"And what's that?" He finally glanced up, one eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"This." With a swift move, you pulled his head towards you, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss that left you both breathless. The game controller slipped from his grasp, forgotten amidst the growing heat between them.

The tension in the room was palpable, a silent symphony of desire that had been building for weeks. Gen's hand slid down your back, cupping your ass as he pulled you closer. The sound of your heavy breathing mingled with the distant sirens, a stark reminder of the world outside your bubble.

With a playful nip at his bottom lip, your stood up, strutting towards the desk. You leaned over, your breasts pressing against the cool surface. "Are you going to keep playing, or are you going to show me what Japan's Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant is really made of?"

Gen's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you. He set the game aside, the battle on the screen fading to black. "Alright," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's see if you can handle it."

The door to the office slammed shut, the echo muffled by the thick carpet. He stalked towards you, his movements predatory and graceful. The respirator mask hung around his neck, a stark reminder of the battles he faced outside these four walls.

You felt a thrill run through you as he stepped behind you, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. He took off your combat gear, sliding it down your legs and he unzipped his. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready?"

Your heart pounded in anticipation. "Always."

The first touch of his dick against your wetness made you gasp. He didn't wait, pushing into you with a force that made your knees buckle. You braced yourself against the desk, your nails digging into the wood.

Your rhythm grew frantic, the sound of your skin slapping together a sharp counterpoint to the sirens wailing outside. Gen's grip tightened, his hips pumping harder, faster, as if trying to outrun the inevitable call to duty.

You moaned, your eyes squeezed shut, the sensations overwhelming you. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making you forget the tension of their daily lives. You could feel his muscles flexing against you, his strength a stark contrast to his usual laid-back demeanor.

The desk creaked under your weight, papers fluttering to the floor in your wake. Gen's breath was ragged in your ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered dirty encouragements that made your core clench around him.

Your movements grew erratic, the room spinning as your climax approached. You reached back, your hand finding the back of his neck, your nails scraping against his skin. "Harder," you panted, pushing yourself back against him.

He obliged, driving into you with an intensity that left you gasping for air. You could feel him swell inside you, his breathing matching the erratic beat of your own heart.

Suddenly, the desk phone blared to life, the shrill ring piercing the air. Gen cursed, his body tensing. For a moment, you thought he would ignore it, that he would let the world burn for the sake of your passion. But duty called, and with a final, powerful thrust, he groaned, filling you completely.

Your bodies stilled, panting, as the phone continued to ring. With a sigh, Gen pulled out, his cock glistening with your arousal. He reached for the phone, lifting it to his ear. "What is it?" he barked, his voice still thick with desire.

The voice on the other end spoke urgently, the words a blur to your lust-filled brain. But you could feel the change in Gen's body, the tension coiling back into his muscles like a spring winding tighter and tighter.

"Fuck." He slammed the phone down, his expression shifting from passion to grim determination. "We've got a breach. Code Red."

You straightened, your own arousal fading as reality crashed back in. You reached down, adjusting your clothing as Gen turned away to grab his combat gear. "Let's go," you said, your voice steady. "We've got a city to save."

The room was a flurry of activity as you both dressed, strapping on your weapons and gear. The playful banter of moments ago was replaced with the seriousness of the situation at hand. But even as you prepared to face the monstrous threat beyond the office walls, the heat of your encounter lingered, a reminder of the connection that made you more than just colleagues.

When you were both ready, Gen turned to you, his red eyes intense. "Stay safe," he said, his voice gruff.

You nodded, your own eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve. "Always."

And with that, you sprinted out of the office, leaving your passion-filled sanctuary behind, ready to face whatever the world threw at you.

𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚

( ♡ ) pairing : modern biker!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , smoking , alcohol , alcohol use , unprotejed sex

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is my own experience wih a boy .

Late into the night, you found yourself amidst the revelry of your friends at a cottage. Adorned in a sleek, ebony dress that gracefully accentuated your finest features.

Outside, the moon cast its gentle glow upon the scene, as you stood alongside your cousin, Yuta, who had taken it upon himself to ensure your safety as his younger cousin. The lines of the clock whispered the hour of 22:28, a testament to the late hour. With a cigarette delicately held between your fingers, you stood in the company of Yuta's companions - Satoru, Toge, Maki, and others.

Lost in your own thoughts, you paid little attention to their conversation, finding solace in the tranquility of the moment. Leaning against a sturdy tree, you savored the quietude as the smoke from your cigarette danced in the night air. However, your peaceful reverie was abruptly interrupted when Satoru who playfully nudged you with his elbow. Drawing your gaze towards him, a mischievous smirk adorned his face.

" My, what a breathtaking dress you're wearing " His captivating blue eyes lingered on you as he mentioned the envious glances from others. With a simple gesture of his index and middle finger, he requested a cigarette and you obliged with a sigh. Satoru's smile was charming as he expressed his gratitude, lighting his cigarette. "You're truly a sweetheart," he complimented, winking at you. "And if they are staring, perhaps I'll get some followers on Instagram," you joked as you took a drag from your cigarette. Your gaze shifted towards Satoru, a subtle frown forming as you noticed his accent, a delicate smile gracing your lips "Sweetheart?" you teased, flawlessly mimicking his speech pattern with a touch of amusement. Satoru paused mid-sentece, a mischievous grin appearing on his face as he locked eyes with you. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" he remarked, taking a step closer, his hands now gently resting on your waist.

Just then a young man with lustrous black hair approached from behind and casually rested his weight on Satoru's shoulder. With a gesture, he extended his index finger towards you and uttered, "You are very pretty " A charming smile adorned his face, illuminating the atmosphere. Satoru swiftly grasped his friend's hand and lowered it. With a playful chuckle, he inquired "Suguru, what do you want from her ?" Satoru's eyes gleamed mischievously as he shifted his gaze back towards you. "You know, doll , I could offer you a ride sometime. Just call me " he suggested, his voice laced with a hint of allure. Suguru couldn't help but burst into laughter at his friend's audacity, before turning his attention towards you. "You should contact me instead. While he has a bike, I, on the other hand, have a luxurious car," he proclaimed, his tone filled with confidence.

Yuta, with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, wrapped his arm around your neck, discreetly attempting to whisk you away from the pair " You two leave her alone " Satoru, wearing a warm smile, gazed at you and exclaimed, "Come now, we are trying to make friends ! She's such a doll " Yuta, unable to contain his amusement, peered down at you and chuckled, " Indeed, she is " With those words, he gently turned you away from the duo, declaring, " I'll borrow her for a moment." And so, he led you away.

Concerned for your well-being, Yuta leaned in close and whispered, "Do they trouble you? If they do I can make sure they won't talk to you ever again. " However, you responded with a delightful giggle, shaking your head in dismissal. "There is no need. They are quite nice " you assured him. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The clock showed 3:47 in the morning, and the party was still in full swing. Despite feeling a bit intoxicated, you and the duo were getting along even better.

"Princess, do you have a charger?" Suguru asked, his hands on your hips and his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, and he handed you his phone with a smirk, his hand resting on your lower back before letting you go . You made your way into the cottage and found a guest room where you could charge Suguru's phone. As you plugged it in, you heard the door close, muffling the noise from the party. Turning around, you saw Satoru entering the room with a chuckle, a cigarette held between his fingers as he smiled and tilted his head at you " Doll .. "

Your gaze shifted to Satoru, who appeared slightly intoxicated. You let out a soft laugh and rose from the bed, clutching your phone. However, Satoru prevented you from standing up completely, gently guiding you back onto the bed. You locked eyes with him. Throughout the night, there had been an undeniable tension between the two of you, and both of you were acutely aware of it. Gojo had you seated on the edge of the bed, his knee positioned between your legs as he leaned in to kiss you. His hand reached for your hair, pulling you closer, while your hands grasped onto his shoulders. You let out a soft moan as Satoru kissed you. From the corner of your eye, you watched him toss the cigarette and crush it underfoot before leaning in, pushing you onto the bed with him on top. The kisses were intense, with gentle moans slipping from both of your lips, the distant sound of muffled music adding to the ambiance of the moment.

Your heart raced, a delicate blend of excitement and nervousness. Gojo's eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or fear. He found none, only desire reflected back at him.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you explored each other's mouths. His tongue danced with yours, teasing and coaxing, leaving your breathless. You wrapped her arms around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair. It was soft and silky, a stark contrast to the power he exuded.

Gojo's hand slid lower, caressing the small of your back, and you arched into him. The heat between you was palpable, the space between your bodies electric. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching yours for permission to proceed. You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps.

He gently lifted you onto the bed, his hands supporting your weight. You lay back, your hair fanning out around you like a dark halo. Satoru took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, your eyes filled with a mix of want and vulnerability. He leaned over you, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his lips.

Your skin was warm and smooth, your breathing hitching as he started to took off your dress , and he couldn't help but kiss each cm on your body . You shivered under his touch, your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. He pulled off the dress from the top , revealing a lacy bra that contained your breasts.

With a gentle tug, Gojo removed the barrier, exposing you to his gaze. Your breasts were perfect, and he took his time, worshipping each one with his mouth, listening to the soft moans of pleasure that escaped your lips. His teeth grazed your sensitive nipples, making your arch off the bed. He smiled against your skin, feeling a thrill of power.

He hooked his fingers into your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. You were already wet, your arousal evident even through the lace. He tossed the fabric aside, his erection straining against his pants. He positioned himself between your legs, guiding his length towards your entrance.

You gasped as he entered you, feeling him stretch you, filling you completely. He began to move, your bodies in sync, his rhythm steady and sure. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would fade, but would always be a reminder of this night.

Gojo's kisses trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, and back up to your lips. Your tongues tangled, your breath mingling in the air as you shared this intimate moment. Your hips rose to meet his, urging him deeper, and with each thrust, you could feel him, feel the power and strength that he exuded. It was a heady mix, and you reveled in it, lost in the sensations that consumed you. He pressed his lips against yours before pulling away, then leaned in closer, placing his ear next to your mouth to hear your soft whimpers.

Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingers. You ran your nails lightly across his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He growled deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your chest. His pace increased, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.

You met his gaze, your eyes locked together as you shared this intense connection. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building within you. With a gasp, you arched your back, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you came, your body wracked with pleasure.

Gojo followed you over the edge, his voice rough and hoarse as he cried out your name. His body tensed, his muscles coiling as he spilled himself deep inside you. You lay together, panting heavily, your hearts racing. You traced the lines of his chest with your fingertips, marveling at the strength and power that he possessed.

"That was…," you began, your voice shaking slightly.

"Yes," he agreed, his voice rough with emotion. "That was." He rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you. "I've never…I've never wanted anyone like this before." ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Next day, Gojo Satoru was there, as if he'd never left. His presence made you feel both comfortable and excited at the same time. The wind tousled your hair as you wrapped your arms around his waist . Yet you were wearing his helmet , since he didn't have another and he cared about your safety . You could feel the vibrations of the engine between your thighs. He looked so confident, so sure of himself as he navigated the narrow streets with ease. " Move your ass backwards , sweetheart " He chuckled , and you obliged , now practically arching your back.

As you both arrived in front of your apartment building, you hopped off the bike and faced Satoru, tilting your head up for him to remove your helmet. He chuckled as he took it off, teasingly commenting, "Can't do it yourself , huh?" You smiled back at him, playfully responding, "Yeah, thanks for the ride, princess." After giving him a hug, you walked towards your apartment.

You heard Satoru laughing behind you and turned to look at him, asking, "What's so funny?" Despite your slight frown, there was a hint of amusement in your eyes as you watched the white-haired man giggle, his helmet now back on his head. "Your dress!" he exclaimed, pointing out that your dress was rolled up.

tip me <3

hi i was wondering if you'll gonna write for crows zero in the future? if you don't know it, i suggest you to watch it's pretty cool !! anyways that's all !! looking forwardto your works in the future >.< i really love your murayama & cobra w/ a dancer reader ♡

hi luv <3 i haven't seen crows zero yet but i plan to watch it. I've seen some people talk about on tik tok about the movies and it seems pretty cool :)) and thank you so much for the nice message, take care of you luv <333

“…Something more “

( ♡ ) pairing : True Form!Sukuna x fem!Goddess!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I was rewatching Naruto Shippunden and Kaguya is my damn favorite Goddess 🙏🏽 and I began to think about making a Sukuna x reader who is like Kaguya so here it is 😋

Much like Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, you possess an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. Your long, flowing [color] hair cascades down your back, shining like moonlight. Your eyes, pearlescent and timeless, hold a serene yet terrifying calm. They give off an unsettling sense of omnipotence, as though you can see into the very soul of anyone who dares to meet your gaze.

You are tall and regal, often adorned in flowing, intricately designed robes that enhance your goddess-like aura. Your beauty is not just physical but seems to embody an ancient, celestial force that makes you feel unreachable, untouchable.

Like Kaguya, your abilities far exceed normal comprehension. You can manipulate dimensions at will, travel between realms, and control chakra or an equivalent form of cursed energy with terrifying precision. Your attacks are vast and destructive, capable of wiping out entire regions with a mere thought.

You command nature, reality, and time itself. To those who encounter you, you are seen as a deity — your power so immense that even the strongest beings, including Sukuna, cannot take you lightly.

You maintain an air of calm detachment, viewing the world and its inhabitants as transient and insignificant compared to your own eternal existence. You are patient, silent, and observe from a distance rather than engage unless absolutely necessary.

Emotions are a foreign concept to you, something you observe but have never truly experienced for yourself. You are calculating, logical, and always think several steps ahead, considering everything from a higher perspective.

While you appear cold and aloof, there is a quiet loneliness deep within you. Being so powerful, so eternal, has left you disconnected from the world and the people in it. There is a longing within you to understand and perhaps experience the warmth that mortals cling to.

Sukuna is drawn to you in ways he can’t quite explain. You are the only person he has encountered who seems genuinely indifferent to his power and status. In fact, your strength easily matches or even surpasses his, and he respects that — though he’d never admit it aloud.

He’s constantly trying to provoke reactions from you, fascinated by your stoic demeanor. Whether through battle or teasing, Sukuna finds it maddening yet exhilarating that you don’t bend to him like others. He’s used to people fearing or admiring him, but you do neither, which piques his interest further.

Over time, Sukuna finds himself not just interested in your power but in you as a being. The mystery of who you are and why you remain so detached makes him want to break through your barriers, to make you feel something, anything, for him.

Over time, you and Sukuna begin to understand one another on a deeper level. Both of you are beings of immense strength, isolated by your power, and feared by those around you. This isolation forms an unspoken bond between you. You each recognize that the other is different — set apart from the world.

Sukuna is fascinated by your calmness and the way you handle yourself in battle, unphased by destruction. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Sukuna’s chaotic nature, his brashness, and his ability to feel so deeply despite being feared and revered.

The sky above was painted in the colors of dusk, deep oranges fading into inky purples. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape beneath you. The wind whispered through your [color] hair, and your pale eyes reflected the serene indifference you felt toward the world. Time, space, life — they were all fleeting.

But there was something — someone — who disrupted that peace.

You felt his presence long before he spoke. Sukuna’s cursed energy was unmistakable, like a shadow that blotted out the light. He approached with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered on his face, yet you didn’t turn to face him.

“Staring at the horizon again? You look like you’re waiting for the world to end,” Sukuna teased, standing beside you now. His crimson eyes gleamed as he studied you. Even in moments of silence, there was something about you that captivated him.

You didn’t respond, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, calm and distant.

He hated that indifference. Not because it irritated him, but because it fascinated him. Sukuna was used to reactions — fear, admiration, anger — but with you, there was nothing. You were like a statue carved from the stars, untouchable and beyond mortal understanding.

“I’ve fought countless battles, seen men and gods alike tremble before me. But you… you don’t care about any of it, do you?” His voice was lower now, more serious than usual.

“No,” you finally said, your voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. “Why should I care for fleeting things?”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “And yet you let me come here. Again and again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were beginning to care.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time that evening. “You are… different from the others.”

It wasn’t much, but coming from you, it was a revelation. Sukuna felt a flicker of something in his chest—something more than his usual lust for power or destruction. It was fleeting, like the brush of wind, but it was there.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair. “Then what am I to you?”

You didn’t pull away from his touch. For the first time in centuries, you found yourself curious. Not about power, or strength, or the endless void of time, but about him.

“You are… something more.”

Sukuna’s grin faltered for a moment as he took in your words. He hadn’t expected that. For the first time, the great Ryomen Sukuna was caught off guard, and he found himself wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you.

And so, under the fading light of the setting sun, two beings, both feared and revered, found in each other something rare — a connection that transcended their power and their isolation.

𝙗𝙮𝙛 + 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 + 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨

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