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gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]

in holy matriphony drabble 1. two truths & a lie

ᰔ pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)

ᰔ drabble summary. the power goes out at gojo's house due to a storm, and he comes up with a way to pass the time in the dark. (note: for new readers, this drabble is for my long fic gojo x reader series “in holy matriphony”!! you can find the masterlist here)

ᰔ genre/tags. a little fluffy, a little sad, and a lil revealing.

ᰔ chapter. drabble #1

ᰔ words. 2.6k

a/n. hi my ihm lovelies!! welcome to this silly little drabble i wrote, i tried to keep it under 1k words i swear lol but alas i yap. much love to the anon who suggested a prompt where the power goes out at gojo’s house, i did change the prompt a little bit but i loooove this premise!! it's one of my favesss. i could picture this drabble taking place sometime when reader n gojo are pretty early on into their fake marriage arrangement and are kind of getting situated w one another! perhaps before chapter 4 or something :) hope you enjoyy. these drabbles are just for the vibes btw

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“Oh for fucks sake, please don’t tell me I didn’t charge these things,” you hear Gojo say in the pitch black darkness, along with the sound of his palm smacking against the metal of his fancy LED flashlights that he was so excited to bring out in the moment of truth against the power outtage of the storm that was pitter-pattering just outside the windows.

You’ve got your arms crossed, a frown on your face but it doesn’t matter because he can’t see it anyways, and wait impatiently for him to provide some sort of lighting inside the living room that wasn’t the dim opal of the distant streetlights blurred by the rain.

“I’m so happy I’ve found out sooner rather than later that I should not choose you as my zombie apocalypse partner,” you comment just to bruise his ego.

“What zombie apocalypse?” he asks while he shakes his flashlights as if that would magically make them work, entirely distracted by the action to the point where he sounds like he genuinely believes there’s some zombie apocalypse he wasn’t made aware of.

You roll your eyes to display your annoyance. But again, doesn’t matter, since he’s not privy to it in the dark.

There’s a bright flash of lightning, illuminating the house briefly, where you see a snapshot of Gojo standing in front of you in his long sleeve and plaid cotton pants, the image of a man who was just seconds away from getting some shuteye before he heard you scream from the bathroom because the lights went out while you were showering. And then there’s the growl of low thunder somewhere in the distance.

You’re shivering as your still-damp hair brushes against the nape of your neck. It had barely been a week since you formally started living with Gojo in this little fake marriage arrangement, and to say it was an adjustment of different personalities was an understatement. With a heavy sigh, you take a blind step forward towards what you believe is the direction of the kitchen.

“Let’s just grab some candles—”

Unfortunately for you, the hem of your floor-length gown gets caught on the corner of the loveseat, and you’re tripping over your own feet with a small gasp leaving your lips, bracing for the impact of the floor but you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist, keeping you from—…ah, it appears you were actually about to plop headfirst onto the glass of the coffee table.

“Oh shit—” Gojo huffs, and you feel the warmth of his chest against your back as he pulls you towards him to stabilize you, and the contact makes your breath hitch.

“S-Satoru, let go of me,” you say, scrambling in his hold like an anxiously avoidant cat.

He lets go of you, and you stand up straight and turn to face him, at least you think you’re facing him, and say with genuine curiosity, “how did you know what my exact physical coordinates were so you could grab me before I split my skull open??”

There’s a second of a pause like he’s questioning his own reflexes too. “I don’t know…I just… knew?”

You blink at him wide-eyed, and then jump a little from the loud crack of thunder that rattles the windows.

With the minimal lighting provided by Gojo’s phone screen, a commodity you both seek to preserve because he’s on 2% and your phone has long since died since it was already only on 7% before you had even hopped in the shower, you both make it to the kitchen and Gojo fishes out some wick candles in the back of his cupboards, some really waxy bright pink ones that Juno apparently made in school and then gifted to him.

“Alright, here,” he says, handing you a lighted candle placed in a candle holder, and you carefully wrap your index finger around the handle. “And can you just stay still real quick for me?”

“Huh?” you blink at him.

He lifts his phone up and snaps a photo of you with flash, then looks down at the screen with a self-satisfied grin on his face. “Sweet.” And then his smile drops. “Oh shit. Phone’s dead.”

“Satoru.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You did not just use up the battery of our last source of communication to the outside world just to take a picture.”

“But you just look so much like Ebeneezer Scrooge right now, it’s so uncanny—”

You gasp, glancing down at your attire, and then at the candle in your hand. “Give me that—” You grit through your teeth to try and grab his phone from him to delete the picture, even though you know you can’t, both because his phone’s dead but also he’s easily tall enough to hold it well out of your reach as you just hear him laugh to himself while you’re cursing out his whole ancestry in your head.

The night ticks on as you two light a few more candles to illuminate the downstairs area at least. The storm outside the windows only seems to pick up in severity, with whistling winds harassing the glass of the windows, along with the harsh downpour of rain that almost seems neverending.

“You know, we can cuddle if you’re scared,” Gojo teases as he brushes past you to grab another candle.

You roll your eyes at him, and this time he can see it. “I’m not scared of a stupid little storm, Sato—”

A loud boom of thunder reverberates before you can finish your sentence, rattling the windows and the walls, and you yelp as you jump in your skin.

You stiffly glance up at Gojo and see him with a quirked brow and a grin on his face, and you let out a puff of air in annoyance.

He walks towards you. “Just know that the offer always stands.” And then he’s shuffling his feet towards the coffee table in the living room. You watch him as he sits down criss-cross on the floor in front of it, setting down his lukewarm cup of coffee before he takes a sip from it and glances towards the window.

You sigh and make your way over there too, and sit down neatly across from him, smoothing over the fabric of your nightgown with an anxious feeling in your bones.

“So,” he says, his face warmly illuminated in shadows by the minimal candle light, “how should we pass the time?”

“I’d prefer any option that involves not having to talk to you.”

He places his palms on the floor and slides them behind him before leaning back onto them. “Charades then?”

“Oh my god, you really never get the hint, do you?”

“What hint?”

“I. Don’t. Like. You.”

“Oh come on. You don’t even know me.”

Your eyes blink wide at that. “What do you mean?”

“The reason you don’t like me is because you’ve never made an effort to get to know me, y/n.”

“I find it awfully pretentious of you to assume that I would like you just on the basis of getting ‘to know’ you better.”

He tilts his head at that. “Yeah? Isn’t that how things usually work? You know, you find out the person sitting across from you is also just as human as you are because you find out that their favorite color is mustard and that they broke a bone or two in middle school.”

“Please don’t tell me that your favorite color is mustard.”

“No, it’s green. But I did fracture my distal radius in the eight grade.” His brow furrows slightly, as if some thought passes his mind, and then he sits up straight. “I’ve got it, let’s play two truths and a lie.” He says it like he’s just discovered the solution to a problem that you didn’t even know existed.

“I haven’t played that since I was in high school.”

“Me neither," he says, “that’s what makes it fun. So much more material to cover now.”

Your lip tips upward in a small pout, and your shoulders sulk. You’re not really sure if you have that much material to cover. The past six or so years, you’ve just been spending taking care of your mom. You imagine for someone who lives a life as normal as Gojo’s, he must’ve spent the past six years collecting life experiences, or crossing things off of bucket lists. Stuff that makes for interesting conversation. You usually run a blank on stuff like that when anyone asks you, so what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?

“I’ll go first,” he offers, “alright.” He holds his thumb out of his fist, “I’ve never had braces,” he holds his index finger out, “never had a cavity,” he holds his middle finger out, “and my dentist got arrested for extortion a couple months ago.”

You blink at him. “…why are they all related to dentistry?”

“Huh?” He furrows his brow at you. “Aren’t they supposed to have a theme or something?”

“Whaaaatt?? That’s how you played growing up?”

“Yeah.”

Your interest is piqued, and you lean forward. “That’s interesting.”

You squint your eyes at him. His teeth are too perfect to have not had braces…but also, no cavities? With the amount of sugar he eats? Bullshit…somehow his dentist getting arrested was the least surprising thing.

“I’m gonna say,” you start, “that you’ve had braces.”

He shakes his head. “Vandalism. He got arrested for vandalism.”

“No cavities?! How?!”

He shrugs. “I dunno. Just never had one.”

You sigh, and perch your elbow on the table before dropping your chin onto your palm as you look at him.

“Alright, your turn,” he says, grabbing the handle of his coffee mug to take a sip, throughout which he doesn’t break eye contact with you.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “Um. I’ve…never been skydiving. Keanu Reeves follows me on Twitter. And…” You think to yourself. “I’ve thought about murdering you many times.”

He pokes his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “I’m gonna hope it’s that last one.”

“I would never experience another sad emotion in my life if Keanu Reeves actually followed me on anything, so.”

“You’ve thought about murdering me?? y/n.” He deadpans your name, as if to scold.

You shrug. “You annoy me sometimes.”

“Have I always annoyed you?”

“It’s your turn, Satoru.”

He frowns, and lets out a deep exhale as he scratches the back of his neck as if he’s struggling to let the topic go, but then he sighs. “Uh.” His voice sounds deeper with a bit more of a drag. “I, uh, I once owned a pet tarantula…I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket, and…I’ve never broken a bone.”

“It’s that last one.”

“Yeah. Damn, pretty good.”

“Satoru, you literally just told me you broke your distal radius in eighth grade.”

“Did I? Oh.”

You narrow your gaze at him, and study his distant expression. He seems awfully distracted, ever since you confessed that you find him pretty annoying. And there’s a part of you that feels a little bad about it.

“Okay, my turn,” you say, and you breathe in deep, “I…was voted prom queen twice in high school. I once won a county-wide speed-reading contest. And—” You lick your lips briefly. “And you haven’t always annoyed me.”

“Okay. This time, I really hope it’s not that last one.”

You nod, a small smile on your face. “It wasn’t county-wide. It was state-wide.”

He grins, leaning forward. “That’s really cool.”

You toss your hair over your shoulder. “What can I say. One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish never stood a chance.”

He’s looking at you intently now, whereas you would’ve otherwise expected some sort of laugh from him at your faux cockiness, instead he just looks like he’s deep in thought once again. And then he’s leaning back into a neutral spine, that tongue poking to the inside of his cheek again boyishly. Cute, you think to yourself. You both were grown adults, but it felt like you were at a high school camping retreat and managed to sneak away some alone time with that boy in your grade that teases you at the top of every homeroom who you swear you despise but secretly giggle about when you’re scribbling in your diary during lunch period.

“Your turn,” you say, somewhat impatiently, because you find yourself wanting to know more.

“Okay,” he says, “my favorite color’s mustard, I’ve got blue eyes, and you remember around the time we first met and I asked you if you wanted to come with me to that wine tasting event my brokerage firm was hosting?”

You blink at him, and slowly nod.

“Well, that was supposed to be a date,” he says, “I was asking you out.”

Your eyes grow wide, mouth slightly agape as you stare at him.

“But, uh, I guess I should’ve been more direct, considering you brought three of our other neighbors with you.” He leans backwards onto his palms again. “I mean, of course, it was also before I knew you had a boyfriend.” He swipes the back of his hand underneath his chin. “And before I realized I probably shouldn’t be asking my neighbor out on a date in my first week of moving to a completely different state.” His shoulders drop slightly, and the flicker of the flame in between the two of you reflects off of his eyes. “But, I don’t know. I just remember thinking how interesting you were. And fun to talk to. I couldn’t help myself.”

You feel your cheeks warm, and your heart is beating fast. So fast. Not attributed to the rain or the storm, but to the confession. And perhaps some of it was melancholy, this odd feeling that wafts through you, that wonders, how different would things be if you weren’t still with Choso when Gojo moved in next door. Or how different things would be if you were a little better at reading social cues, or not abusing the rules of a plus one to a social event. Or how different things would be if you were the happier version of yourself, a version that went extinct exactly five years ago when a small mass was found in your mother’s lungs.

You swallow hard. “You’re right,” you say, “you should’ve been more direct.”

“You were seeing someone, y/n.” It was sound reasoning, sure. The fact that even if he had been more direct, it wouldn’t change the fact that you would’ve had to politely decline.

But your gaze shifts down towards the surface of the coffee table, to the melting candle of hot pink wax, and you repeat yourself—

“You should’ve been more direct.”

The whirring of the fridge comes to life first, then the beep of the microwave, before the entire house illuminates with light so suddenly it almost makes you jump from the shift in ambience. You look at a now fully-lit Gojo, who’s staring at you with questioning eyes, like he’s still left in the trance of the darkness from a few moments ago rather than accepting the fact that there is now light. And you clear your throat as you stand up onto your feet.

“Lovely.” You clap your hands together. “I can go back to…whatever the hell I was doing before the power went out,” you say. And whatever person you were before the power went out, too.

You shuffle your feet towards the stairs, but then Gojo says, “wait.”

“Hm?”

“So…just for my peace of mind…you don’t still think about murdering me, right?” he says.

You blink at him. “Mm. We’re done playing here, Satoru. We’ll have to save it for the next time the power goes out.”

[end of drabble 1. ‘two truths & a lie’]

a/n. tysm for reading! and once again ty to the anon who suggested this prompt!! :'') and tysm to everyone who sent drabble prompts in they're so cute and i can't wait to write them!! i did mention this briefly but i will save some of them for later when ihm couple are officially together since i think the prompts will be super cuuuter that way lol i feel like i'm writing w my hands tied behind my back for drabbles because ihm couple aren't officially together yettt 🤣..... and i have no one to blame for that except myself 😞😞 anywho, i plan to release some more drabbles this week for ihm. i know i said i'd take a break from writing but i was just itching to write something, but i also didn't want to dive into s2 for ihm just yet because i def need a lil break from the main storyline, so i thought i'd do some drabbles. these are pretty low stakes n easy to write n i have a lot of fun w them. i remember i enjoyed writing the kickoff drabbles so i wanted to write some for ihm now that s1 is over :) i wasn't sure if my main ihm taglist wanted to be tagged in drabbles too but if you'd like to be tagged in drabbles as well feel free to comment under this post :') i'll tag you for the next ones! sm lovee <3

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date-everything-has-taken-over · 13 days ago

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Can i req a burnt out reader with Dorian/Mac/Betty/Mateo? Reader is just on the verge of breaking down but has been keeping strong until recently when she gets home and is hit with the "Are you okay?"

Love your stuff btws! 💕

You know that moment where you're having an awful time, and some asks "Are you okay?" Or "wmWhat's wrong?" And you just...

Ya, that's you (and me fr)

Dorian🚪

●You've been working pretty hard lately. picking up extra shifts, helping the dateables around the house

●It gets so bad that when he overhears an object talking about asking you for help, he won't open the door for them

●You tell him you're fine and that you just need a nap and a quick snack, and you're good

●But then you get home after a particularly awful day. He can see the way your eyes are slightly glossy and your lip quivers slightly

"You sure you're alright, love?"

That was apparently the wrong question because you burst into tears immediately

●He's actually kind of stunned for a moment

●We all know this man is a little emotionally constipated. He has no idea what to do for a second

●He holds your face carefully, wiping your tears away with his thumb

"Alright, tell me what's bothering you"

His voice is much softer than usual

●You try to speak, but all that leaves your mouth is incoherent whimpering and the occasional word

●He pulls you into a hug, petting your head softly.

"It's alright, love. Take your time"

●It takes a minute, but you're able to compose yourself and tell him about your awful day. Rude customers, mean managers, forgetting your lunch at home, and having to stay late

●You tell him about how people at work had been passing their responsibilities onto you and not even thanking you

●He listens attentively as you vent to him for a couple minutes

●You're finally able to catch your breath, he kisses the top of your head

"I may not exactly be the leading authority on opening up, but you really shouldn't bottle up your feelings like this, love"

●Bedroom Dorian stays with you, taking a rate break from guard duty to cuddle

Mac🖥

●They notice you've been a bit socially drained lately

●It's been ages since you've interfaced with them.

●One day, you come home and head to Mac

"Welcome back, my love. It's been so long since we've interfaced. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I see how hard you're working. I just miss you"

●You spend time talking and watching internet videos

"Is everything alright?"

●You assure them, you're fine. Even if it seems like a lie, Mac figured maybe you just had a bad day, and some cute animal videos could cheer you up fine enough

●But then... oh no... one of those "soldier comes home to see their very happy dog" videos

●It starts small, a couple of tears trickle down your face

"What's wrong? I can change it to someone else"

Yup, it's too late. You break into sobs. Ugly loud sobs

●Mac stops the video and quickly wraps their arms around you, tucking your head under their chin and cradling you

●After a while, you've cried yourself out and explained the awful time you've been having at work the past couple of days

●They listen, occasionally sharing comforting words

●You try to get back to videos, but you're so tired from work, and the mini breakdown you fall asleep on Macs shoulder

●They kiss your head and get Betty to take you to bed for well-deserved sleep

●The next morning, they check in on you, making sure you weren't still bottling up any leftover feeling

"You can always come to me if you're feeling burnt out or upset. I want to be someone you can rely on, my love"

Betty🛌

●When you started sleeping less or having trouble falling asleep, she noticed right

"Is everything alright, lover?"

●You promise you're fine, just a little busy with work.

●She knows you're lying, but not wanting to push too hard, she decides to wait until you're ready

●One day, you come home and scream into your pillow (hopefully not her face, I'm picturing the pillows are her chest)

"Alright, cutie, what's trouble you?"

Her voice is her usual soft, calm tone, but there's a subtle urging to it

●You can't hold back and burst into tears

●All it takes is a subtle look, and everyone leaves your bedroom, giving you privacy

●She lays your head on her lap and pets your head softly

"My poor darling, it's alright, let it out"

●Your sobs are slightly muffled as you're facing her stomach (maybe the pillow is her stomach? Crying into your pillow and stuff)

●After a while, you've cried all you can. Betty places a hand under your chin, slightly tilting your head to look at her

"Now, cutie, can you tell me what's wrong?"

●You tell her about work and helping everyone around the house. How you've been feeling burnt out lately and how you just had the worst day at work

●After your rant, she moves her hand to your cheek, stroking your cheek with her thumb

"Oh, darling, that does sound hard. How about you rest for now and I'll have a word with everyone, I'll be back, alright?"

●She leaves to tell the other housemates to give you a break and returns to hold your sleeping form close until the next morning

Mateo🐈

●As someone who constantly takes on a LOT of responsibility at once, Mateo sees that same tired look in your eyes rights away

●He invites you to come see the inanimals, knowing that (when they don't have zoomies) they often calm you down

●As you sit on the floor, you're hounded (hehehe) by the inanimals, all trying to get affection from you

●He watches as you pet the tassle hounds

"Can I ask, is everything alright, mi vida?"

Stitch lays his head on your lap, and it's the final straw.

●Tears fall from your eyes, and you can't seem to stop them. The inanimals begin sniffing and softly headbutting you, trying to comfort you

●He has to weave through the inanimals to get to you

"What's wrong? How can I help?"

●You cling to him, sobbing into his shoulder. Mateo rubs your back and pulls you closer

"It's alright, darling, you can tell me when you're ready"

●After a while, you're able to calm down and tell him about your awful day

●He wipes your tears away and gives your cheek a kiss

"How about we cuddle, and you can tell me if there's anything else bothering you?"

●You spend the rest of the day cuddled up with Mateo (and the inanimals)

#date everything #date everything x reader #visual novel #date everything dorian #date everything mac #date everything betty #date everything mateo

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hsnlv · 4 months ago

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stay | p.js

req!: a request from this! (requests are always open btw!!)

pairing: husband!jay x fem!reader

warnings: pregnancy loss, grief, self-blame, emotional distress, angst! plsplspls stay away if you’re very sensitive abt this topic

a/n: this is actually a prequel to “together | p.js” ! :// i know that this topic can be veryy sensitive to some people and i tried my best to put it out as relatable(?) but also respectful as i can! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 💗here’s my masterlist!💗

how it happened, you weren’t sure.

one moment, your baby was safe inside you, a little life growing, a part of you. the next, the doctor’s voice filled the room—gentle, regretful.

“i’m sorry.”

two words. just two. but they ripped through you like a knife, severing the world you knew from the one you were suddenly forced to live in.

you don’t remember how you got home. don’t remember how you ended up here, lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. your hands press against your stomach, desperate to feel something, anything. but there’s only emptiness. an aching hollow space where life once was.

you want to scream, to let out the unbearable weight crushing your chest, but the air feels thick, choking, like it refuses to leave your lungs. you want to cry, but you can’t. because maybe you don’t deserve to.

if you had just been more careful, this wouldn’t have happened, right?

but it wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

all you wanted was a warm cup of chocolate milk. just something simple, something comforting. you reached for the chocolate powder on the top shelf, stretched just a little too far—then everything blurred. a slip, a sharp gasp, the world tilting before you hit the ground.

you know it wasn’t your fault. you know that. but who else can you blame?

was this the universe’s way of telling you that you weren’t ready? that you weren’t meant to be a mother?

but if that was true, why did it give you this baby in the first place, only to take them away?

“angel.”

jay’s voice is soft, careful, as he sits beside you. you don’t move, don’t even blink.

his hand finds your head, fingers brushing away the messy strands of hair stuck to your forehead. his touch is so, so gentle—like he’s afraid that if he presses too hard, you’ll break. or worse, you’ll disappear entirely.

because he knows you’re barely holding on.

he lost his child, too. and yet, his first thought is still you.

he knows how much you loved this baby. how every night, you whispered to them, caressing your belly like you could somehow make them feel the love in your heart.

“you’re going to grow up so pretty… or handsome!”

“my precious, precious little baby.”

“mama and dada are going to love you so, so much.”

but those words don’t belong to you anymore.

jay lets out a slow breath, grounding himself before he speaks. “come on, baby. let’s get up and get you some food, okay?”

you don’t move. you can’t.

instead, the words slip from your lips, fragile and uncertain. “did i fail you?”

it’s barely a whisper, but he hears it.

your biggest fear, the thought clawing at the back of your mind—you lost your baby, and now you’re afraid you’ve lost your husband, too.

what if he’s disappointed in you? what if he looks at you and sees nothing but the person who lost the one thing that mattered most?

what if he leaves?

all over a stupid cup of chocolate milk.

jay doesn’t even let the thought settle.

before you can spiral any further, he moves, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close like he can physically shield you from your own pain.

his voice is steady, unwavering. “never. you can never fail me.”

your breath hitches.

“do you hear me, baby?” he pulls back just enough to cup your face in his hands, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to look at him. his eyes shine with something so deep, so full of love, it nearly breaks you all over again. “this is not your fault. not even a little bit. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

you shake your head, voice cracking. “but if i— if i just—”

“no.” his thumbs swipe away the tears you didn’t even realize had started falling. “no what-ifs. no blaming yourself. you did everything right, okay?”

you sniffle, fingers weakly grasping at the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you from crumbling completely.

jay leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, his warmth grounding you. “i love you,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your skin. “so much. you are everything to me. and this—this pain we’re feeling, we’ll get through it together. you’re not alone, angel. you’ll never be alone.”

you let out a shaky breath, and he takes it as a sign to pull you even closer, wrapping himself around you completely.

“you’re allowed to grieve,” he whispers. “you’re allowed to be sad, to be angry, to feel everything. and i’ll be here for every second of it.”

he presses soft kisses along your hairline, down to your temple, his hands never stopping their soothing movements against your back. “but don’t ever think for a second that you failed me. if anything, i feel like i failed you.”

you pull back at that, brows furrowing. “what? no, jay—”

“i couldn’t protect you,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “i wasn’t there to catch you, to stop this from happening. i would take this pain from you if i could, baby. in a heartbeat.”

your chest tightens. how could he think that?

“but i am here now,” he continues, determined. “and i’m going to take care of you. so let me, okay?”

you nod, and that’s all he needs.

jay spends the rest of the night holding you. when your body shakes with sobs, he’s there, whispering sweet reassurances against your hair. when you’re too exhausted to cry anymore, he helps you change into something comfortable, guiding you with patient hands. when you finally let yourself fall asleep, he doesn’t let go, his arms locked securely around you.

he stays.

he always stays.

weeks later, you find yourself in the bathroom, heart pounding as you stare at the pregnancy test in your hands.

two pink lines.

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sparklingchim · 2 years ago

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hush hush; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au, fwb

warnings: koo is a menace!! aka horny, dick pic, masturbating (m&f), spitting, dirty talk, pic of tummy covered in cum </3, jelly jk & oc, jungkook asks for a more committed relationship 😳 & oc dips immediately 👊

summary: pov: you receive a dick pic from jungkook while you're out on a family dinner.

a/n: teehee just a little silly something cause it's my birthday n i rlly love this couple <3 🫂

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

Jungkook

can u send me a pic of your boobies

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, on rare occasions, Jungkook manages to catch you off guard.

You

you know that i'm out with my family

Jungkook

why are u on your phone then

is your date boring

You

he's not my date you goof

but no

he's actually very nice

very pretty too

You steal a glance at Minho, who is sitting across from you. Clad in a black Burberry shirt, he sends a charming smile your way. You return it with a shy smile, gripping the phone you’re hiding underneath the table a little harder.

Jungkook

why are u texting me then

go enjoy yourself

You

you texted me first?

Jungkook

thought maybe you needed a distraction

You

no i'm fine

i mean it is kinda boring sometimes but

minhos brother is pretty funny

without him this dinner wouldn’t have been nearly as fun

Jungkook

wdym

he has a brother?

You

yeah he studies abroad but is back in seoul for a couple months

Jungkook

what's his name

You

eunwoo

taehyung knows him

they used to play hockey when they were little

maybe you know him too?

Jungkook

send me a pic of him?

You

jungkook 🙄

oh my god

you don’t need a pic of everything

Jungkook

yes i do

especially after you promised me to take a pic of your fit?

i’m still waiting

You

didn’t have timee

Jungkook

you always have time for me

You

you just always catch me at a time when i’m free 🙄

Jungkook

if that makes you sleep at night

ego too big to admit that you’re obsessed with me

You

me????

obsessed with you???

you’re silly jungkook

Jungkook

that’s bold coming from a girl who was screaming for more around my dick last night

Your head snaps up. Flusteredly searching the table for eyes who might have caught your sudden reaction.

“Is Jungkook texting you?” Taehyung asks, nodding to your phone in your hands.

You swallow. Hard.

“Yeah. Apparently he’s really bored at home,” you explain. “Doesn’t know what to do, so he texted me.”

“Tell him I might come to the party later,” your brother says.

You nod your head until Taehyung’s attention is no longer on you.

You

how dare you

Jungkook

???

just stating the truth

You

tae saw you texting me

Jungkook

oopss

You

he didn’t see what you texted

thank god

he said he might go to the party later

are you going?

Jungkook

hmm

don’t know

the only girl i wanna fuck rn is you

are you going?

You

parties are no fun when tae is around

Jungkook

watchu wearing btw

You

black dress

from miu miu

Jungkook

is it short

You

yes

Jungkook

fuck

And that’s when Jungkook surprises you a second time that night.

He sends you a pic of the hard-on he sports. He has wrapped his palm around the base, tilting his veiny length against his chiselled abdomen. His pretty mushroom tip lies above his belly button.

You instantly close your phone.

You peek at Taehyung, but he is in a deep conversation with Eunwoo.

“I need to use the restroom real quick,” you excuse yourself.

On your way there you dial Jungkook’s number.

“If I had known it is that easy to get you on the phone, I’d have done it way earlier,” Jungkook says the second he picks up.

When you enter the restroom, you’re lucky no one is in there. You hurriedly slip into a bathroom stall.

“What were you thinking?” you hiss in a whisper, the door shutting behind you.

“Thinking of you, clearly.”

“I’m sitting right next to Tae, you moron.”

“I was hoping you’d be next to that funny dude.”

You roll your eyes. “Quit being petty.”

“Just relax for five minutes,” Jungkook says, voice all deep and smooth. “Slip your fingers into your panties and have some fun with me, yeah?”

His soft voice nearly has you melting away – everything sounds so simple coming from his lips.

“What if someone comes in?” you voice your concern.

“You can be quiet. I taught you well.”

You bite your lip at the thought of your secret late-night calls when one of you two couldn’t resist – mostly Jungkook though – and it was incredibly difficult to stay quiet while Taehyung slept in the room next to yours.

You tug your panties down, middle finger running along your pussy.

“I have, like, three minutes,” you tell him.

You can hear Jungkook spitting on his cock. “I can work with that.” The faint noises of him pumping his lubed cock fill your ears and your finger starts circling around your clit.

“Been wanting you all day long;” Jungkook groans with a strained voice. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

His desperate words are honey to your ears. You love him wanting you. Your finger moves faster, adding a little more pressure on your sensitive bud.

“Already missing me after just one day?” you giggle. “That’s not good, Koo. I can’t always sneak out for you.”

“Just love your pussy so much.” He spits again and your eyes roll at the sound.

“Can’t believe what you’re making me do.”

“What? I’m just saving you from a boring dinner.”

“It’s not that boring,” you defend.

“But you’re still having more fun with me,” Jungkook points out. “Don’t you?” he presses.

You bite your lip. “Mayhaps.”

“Fuck– if you were here, I’d shove my cock down your throat. Make those pretty eyes cry for me.”

Your brows furrow in pleasure. Your pussy is dripping with arousal for him.

“God, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You hear the smile in his voice – can exactly picture the subtle hint of a smirk on his face.

Your head falls back, a breathless moan flying past your mouth. “That’s the problem.”

“That’s not considered a problem.” Jungkook huffs. “Girls just like me. That’s the standard.”

“You need to stop talking or I’ll hang up.”

Your ears fill with the sweetest laughter from him. “I’m sorry, princess. I forgot you don’t like when I talk about other girls.”

Actually, you feel like throwing up whenever he mentions other girls, but he doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like you’re not with other guys as well. You just hate hearing about girls that Jungkook hooked up with when he’s with you.

“I don’t care,” you say, aiming for an indifferent undertone. “But you need to shut up and moan more, or I won’t cum.”

Jungkook’s chuckles deeply. “Would love to fill you up right now.”

A whine escapes you. “Jungkook.”

“You want that? Want your pussy filled my cum?”

“Always,” you moan, starting to move your hips along your hand movements.

"Wanna see you," Jungkook mumbles.

"Can't take pictures. I don't have time."

Jungkook’s moans get louder and you can’t help yourself but utter a few whimpers as well.

“I’m close.” Your tummy tingles – just a few more flicks over your clit and you’re cumming.

“Cum with me.” Jungkook’s tone takes on a husky note. “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum.”

Breathy moans reach your left ear while you shakily whine his name. Pleasure rushes through your entire body and your eyes screw shut.

“Shit,” he curses. “Wanna see how much I came?”

You laugh foolishly, a little light-headed. “Sure.”

Jungkook sends you a picture of his toned tummy covered with streaks of cum. His cock his still hard, resting near his belly button, the tip all swollen.

“Oh,” you marvel. “Pretty.”

“We could change that, you know?”

You swallow, still feeling dizzy. “Change what?” You tug your panties up, after cleaning yourself.

“Me talking about other girls?” he reminds you. “If you want it to be just me and you, we could arrange that. That’s fine by me.”

Your eyes widen a little. Jungkook is offering to be in a committed situationship and your brain short-circuits.

“But what about all the girls throwing themselves at you?” you reply in mock pity. “You can’t do that to them.” Jungkook is one of the most popular hockey players on his team. Every girl is thirsting for him. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him alone at parties, he always has someone by his side.

“I don’t care about them.”

“You’re a meanie.” You huff. “Uhm, I think I should head back. I think I have dessert waiting for me.”

“You’re coming over?” he asks.

“You’re goofy, Jungkook.” You roll your eyes with a soft smile forming on your mouth. “Can we talk later?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replies, but doesn’t sound as bubbly as before.

You hang up, let out the longest sigh ever and leave the restroom.

With hot cheeks you return to the table.

“You okay?” your mum asks as you walk past her to your seat.

“Uh-huh.”

When you still feel her glance on you, you say, “Nothing's wrong.“ and add a little smile afterwards.

While you were gone, they served your table dessert. A mango parfait with coconut sorbet is just what you’re in need for.

“Eunwoo also comes to the party later,” Taehyung says when you sit down. “You wanna join us?”

“Sure,” you reply absent-mindedly.

You can’t focus on anything, Jungkook’s words are on loop in your mind.

You should tell him that his offer is a stupid idea. A very stupid one.

The way your heart flutters at the thought of being the only girl he fucks should tell you enough.

But that is exactly why you want it so bad.

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seashells & sandcastles | dbf!joel miller x f!reader

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summary: weekend break in full swing, you spend the day “relaxing” with joel word count: 5,3k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied / wears a bikini & a dress / can swim, Joel picks up & carries reader but Joel = huge big strong man so he can carry anyone (fight me if you disagree), pet names, unspecified age gap, food & alcohol consumption, parents getting tipsy, smut, super duper explicit grinding (?), public fingering, unprotected p in v, come eating, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, pussy pronouns huzzah!, praise kink, size kink a/n: so........... sea spray was just a silly little oneshot that now has over 1k notes which is actually insane????? actually cried about that btw but anyways i cannot thank everyone enough for all the kind words 🥹 this follows on from where we left off, but could be read on its own :) big thanks to @morallyinept for helping me with some of the warnings 💗 idk how some of this got in here guys i swear and special thanks to my bestie for calling me a wizard and always screaming with me, love you so much 🕺🏻 not beta'd, have fun 😇

Drifting in and out of sleep just as the sun starts filtering through the curtains, the distant sound of rolling waves and the rich smell of the sea air floats through the window. In the back of your mind, you register the sturdy frame behind you, the arm draped over your waist, the heft pressed against your ass. With the sheet bundled up in your arms and barely covering you, the air in the room is stifling, even with the fan blowing — only you can’t blame the summer temperatures for the heat crawling under your bare skin and settling between your legs.

By the time you wake completely, the arm over you is held tight and the heft against you is hot and hard, poking into you. Your memory comes back to you and that's when you realise — you’ve slept with Joel Miller. You know, dad’s best friend Joel Miller. You’re not sure what good will come from this, but he’s still in your bed the morning after, so that must be a plus — right?

With steady breaths being puffed against your neck, you shift around and slowly grind yourself back into him, your eyes fluttering closed and quiet whimpers falling from your lips. His arm around you tightens even further, pulling you into him and he starts rutting against you, still sound asleep. Reaching between your legs, you drag your fingers through your folds, the inside of your thighs slippery and wet as you rub them together.

You reach behind your back and feel for him. You were rendered speechless seeing the size of him last night, air taken from your lungs at how impossibly full you were and he feels just the same now as you touch him for the first time — a fair gap between your fingers and thumb as you try to wrap your hand around his girth, beads of precome starting to pearl as you brush your thumb over his tip.

Joel keeps mindlessly grinding himself against you as you take a finger to your clit, drawing in tight, steady circles. You push yourself into him more forcefully, soft moans gradually getting louder. You could just finish the job yourself, but why do that when you could have Joel do it instead.

“Joel?” It comes out breathy, your voice still raspy from sleep. He doesn’t respond, and you pull your hand from between your legs to grip his hip behind you. You shake him as best you can, fingers digging into his skin and he murmurs.

“Joel.” Twisting your torso to look at him, you drag your hand up his side to shake him more vigorously — his eyes finally flit open and he grumbles a good morning.

“Need you, Joel.”

“Already got me, ‘m right here.”

He grinds himself into you one more time and pushes your leg up and away from him, revealing your glistening cunt to his eyes. He drags his fingers through you, coating his fingers before taking his cock in his hand, stroking your slick up and down his length.

“Barely woken up and you’re already all needy, huh? S’what happens when you get fucked real good.”

Guiding you with a hand on your hip, he pulls you back to press his cock against you, slipping himself between your folds. He moves your leg back into place, holding himself in the wet heat between your thighs and starts thrusting, the fat head of him just catching on your entrance but never pushing in. You gasp and clench around nothing, feeling painfully empty.

“You’re gonna come just like this.”

“Joel-“

“Don’t wanna hear any complaints. You be good and come for me like this, then maybe I’ll give you what you want and fuck you nice ‘n hard later. Understand?”

You whine back at him, eyes falling closed and he snakes a hand around you, holding two fingers on your clit and he stops moving.

“Understand?”

“Yes, yes I understand.” You nod frantically and he resumes his movements, fingers swirling round and round, cock dragging against you.

Just before you start unravelling, a loud knock sounds from your door and Joel slows his hips to an agonising pace.

“Hey kiddo, you up?” Your dad’s voice is muffled and you see the door handle start to turn.

“DON’T-“ You’re shouting back at him before you can even think. “I’m getting dressed, Dad! I’m, uh… I’m up.”

You pray your voice comes across more steady through the door than it sounded to your own ears. It was bad enough that you were nearly caught palming the bulge in Joel’s shorts the night before, but this…

The handle snaps back up and you glance around with a sigh of relief, really taking the two of you in for the first time this morning: bodies moulded to one another, damp and sticky with sweat, Joel’s throbbing cock sliding along your cunt, fingers pressed firmly into your clit, your thighs a mess of precome and slick that’s been dripping out of you since before you even woke up.

Tightening your jaw and breathing hard through your nose, you knock your head back into Joel’s to hold back a moan as you clench down again.

“Your mom and I are heading out, you wanna come?”

Joel actually snorts at that and you whip your head around to glare at him, his eyes dark and a sly smirk on his face.

“Um, no, thanks. I’ll stay here.”

“Okay, see you later. Looks like Joel must’ve headed out for a walk, will you let him know we’ve gone when you see him?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Alright, you have fun.”

His footsteps fade off, the front door closing with a click and Joel takes your jaw in his hand, pulling you to look at him. You can smell yourself on his fingers, and feel him leaving cold, wet fingerprints on your cheeks.

“You having fun?” Joel punches forward more forcefully this time, the tip of his cock knocking into your clit. Your mouth falls open at the feeling, nodding your head as best you can.

“Asked you a question,” he whispers to you, squeezing his fingers into you.

“Yes, Joel.” You smile elatedly and he huffs a laugh at you.

“You wanna come for me?”

“Oh, please, yes please.”

Letting go of your jaw, he presses his fingers into your clit again, gliding between your folds at a steady pace. What was sea air has been replaced with the smell of Joel and sex, his thick fingers and heavy cock and deep, gravelly voice are hurtling you to your end in record time.

“Never felt a pussy as drenched as this one. Bet I could slip right in her like it’s nothing.”

You’re still twisted around to watch him, and he pulls back to watch where he disappears into you, over and over again.

“Feels like heaven, baby. Looks like it too, fuck me.”

He snaps his hips into you repeatedly, taking your hand in his and replacing his fingers on your clit with your own, flicking them over the swollen bud.

“Come on sweetheart. Soon as you come I’m going right with you.”

And you do — thighs tightening around him and hips jerking, a high-pitched whine coming from the back of your throat. He holds your hand in place and comes after a few more thrusts, spilling into the tight space between your legs. You feel it pool between your folds, seeping down your thighs and he forces your fingers apart, coating your hand in his spend.

Lifting your hand to your face, he shoves both your own and his fingers into your mouth.

“I got to taste you, now you get to taste me.”

If you weren’t still trembling with aftershocks you might’ve come again from the sheer depravity of it all.

Joel pulls his hand from your mouth and turns you to face him, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy exchange of tongues and spit and his come.

“You okay?” Breaking away from you, he tugs the sheet up to wipe your mouth, followed by his own.

“Am I okay? Jesus, Joel.” You laugh and burrow your face into the pillow, completely fucked out and you haven’t even had breakfast.

He cradles the back of your head, planting a gentle kiss on your temple and you can feel him smiling into you.

“Go shower, we’re heading for the beach today, remember? Plus, your dad said to have fun, and I’m gonna make sure you do.”

He traces a hand down your body, pushing himself off the bed and stretching with a groan. You could easily drift off to sleep again, but spending the day alone with Joel, free from your parents? That’s better than any dream you could have.

Joel can’t remember the last time he had a break like this — summer sun, bottomless drinks, the serenity of the sea. It’s off-season and the beach isn’t too crowded. Lounging back in his fold-out chair, he watches — a father and son excavating trenches and building up sandy defence walls, a little girl carving patterns with the end of her spade, an elderly couple strolling hand in hand just where the water breaks, seagulls nip at each other over old sandwich crusts, and a handful of surfers are far out in the waves.

With the sea ahead of him and the mountains behind, he could easily get used to this: friendly faces, quiet chatter, and hearty laughter all around; peace and stillness as far as the eye can see — and then there’s you.

You haven’t sat down for longer than five minutes the whole time. Zig-zagging along where the water washes over your feet, you crouch down every few steps to dig around in the sand, collecting an array of shells, pebbles, and glass smoothed by the everlasting waves. You’ve already been back twice to empty your shorts pockets, only to venture out again to continue your search. Every so often you look back at him to flash a smile, hand in the sky to shield yourself from the sun.

On your third trip back to unload your findings you stand, hands on your hips to inspect your haul.

“What you gonna do with all this?” He asks as you finish scattering everything out on your towel.

“Dunno, I just like picking them up.” You take a pebble in hand, smoothing your fingers over its surface.

“And how you gettin’ it all home?”

You lift your head to look at him, perching your sunglasses on your head and squinting in the sun.

“Don’t your shorts have pockets too?” You grin and he shakes his head, turning his attention to his unopened book.

“You brought a book?” Your voice is laced with disbelief, and he draws his eyes back to you again.

“Didn’t come here just to drool over you all day, believe it or not.”

“I’m sure you could multitask. Come on, you’re seriously not gonna swim or anything?”

“And who’s gonna guard these ancient artifacts of yours? I’m sure there’s some real rare finds here, sweetheart.” He raises his eyebrows as he leans over to look at everything.

“‘Ancient artifacts’ my ass, it’s a heap of fucking rocks and glass Joel, come on.” You hold your hand out in waiting, scoffing when he doesn’t move to get up.

“Fine, if you’re not gonna come with me then at least put more sunscreen on my back.” You pull your shorts down, rounding the towel to stop before him.

As he starts to stand up, you drop down to your knees, eyes locked on his and a cheeky grin spreads across your face as you sink into the sand, head levelled perfectly with his crotch. You lean to the side, a hand planted on his covered thigh to steady yourself while you rummage through your bags, and all moral thoughts flee his mind.

“You’re real trouble, sweetheart.” You ignore his comment and stand, handing him the bottle and turning your back to him.

He starts below the nape of your neck and you jerk forward, muscles in your back tensing briefly from the stark cold sensation. Palms massaging between your shoulder blades, you soon relax and lean into his touch and he lifts each strap of your bikini top, letting them snap back against your skin once the area is covered.

Moving further down your back, he pushes his hands under the band of your bikini top, curling them around your body until his fingers brush against the supple skin of the sides of your breasts, your breath catching just so.

Leaning in close behind you, he lowers his voice right into your ear, “You just wanted my hands on you.”

He smirks to himself and withdraws his hands, dragging his palms down your sides and sneaking his fingers under your waistband, squeezing your soft, unsunned skin. Part of him wishes you were somewhere secluded, where he could just take them right off, but working you up and fogging your mind is far more rewarding.

Glancing around, the few other people on the beach are well occupied — he grips your hip with one hand and twists the other around to your front, dipping down to cup you entirely.

“Joel…” You say in warning, but he knows it’s an empty threat.

“What, you can tease me but I can’t do the same? Seems a little unfair, sweetheart.”

He applies pressure on your clit with the heel of his palm and you try angling your hips, chasing any relief you can find. Curling his fingers into your heat, he confirms his suspicions.

“Thought this morning you were just bein’ needy, but this pussy’s always drooling for me, isn’t she?”

You whine at that, already sounding desperate and you push your head back against his chest.

“Please, Joel.”

“Please what? What you want, baby?”

“Want you.”

“Wrong answer.” He keeps his hand steady between your legs, fingers just prodding at your entrance and you try to press your thighs together. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…” Your voice trails off to near silence before you can get the words out, and you turn your head to the side, trying to burrow yourself into him.

“Don’t waste my time, sweetheart. Either tell me, or you’re gettin’ nothing at all.”

“Want your fingers. Please Joel, wanna come on your fingers.”

“Good girl, that wasn't so hard.”

Finally pushing two fingers into you, you’re already pulsing around him. Your mouth hangs open, a strained moan slipping out.

“Only doing this if you keep quiet, or this whole beach is gonna know I’m knuckle deep in this tight cunt.”

You whine again but close your mouth and nod. It seems you really are trying your best to be good — either that or you’re so desperate you’ll do anything. Joel keeps watch of your surroundings, knowing you won’t keep your eyes open — or stay alert — long enough to do it yourself.

Pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, you’re sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, hands gripping his arms to keep yourself upright, small whimpers sounding from the back of your throat. He can feel how close you are, walls fluttering around him, but you’re tense, maybe unable to let go in fear of being caught.

He’s a fast learner, though, and already knows that his words alone are enough to give you that final push.

“Nobody’s gonna see you, sweetheart, been keepin’ watch the whole time. You been such a good girl for me, keepin’ so quiet.”

You clench around him more forcefully — he knows he’s heading in the right direction and curls his fingers into you, pressing that same delicious spot he found so easily the night before.

“That feel good? Know my fingers are so much bigger than your own. Bet it’s not as nice as my cock, though, huh? Had you completely stretched out, took me so well.”

Your chest is heaving as you hold yourself back, thighs trembling and he knows you’re impossibly close.

“You’ve been so good for me, ‘m gonna fill you up again tonight — I’m gonna fuck ya nice ‘n hard, just like I promised. You can be as loud as you want, wanna hear all the pretty noises you can make.”

That does it. Nails digging into his skin, you cross your knees and squeeze your thighs tightly, face screwed up as you come around him and soak your bottoms. He keeps whispering praises to you, pulling his sticky fingers from you when you still and lean your weight against him. Wrapping his arms around you, he holds you upright until you’re ready to stand by yourself.

When he notices you’re sound of mind again, he turns you in his arms, hands resting on your waist.

“How ‘bout that swim you wanted?”

You huff through your nose, a small smile on your face as you throw your head forward, knocking into his chest. He bends his knees as he tightens his grip on you, lifting you up and practically throwing you over his shoulder. You shriek with laughter, your fists landing in playful punches on his back and feet kicking in the air as he marches towards the water.

Placing you down on your feet again, he doesn’t give you time to scold him and seals his mouth to yours, one hand pulling you into him by the small of your back, the other cradling your cheek. For the first time, he notices how the softness of your skin elsewhere carries over into your lips, and you hang your arms over his shoulders, fingers threading gently through his curls. Considering all the time he’s spent with you has been frankly pornographic, this kiss in contrast is surprisingly pure.

Pulling back from you, your eyes are warm as you stare up at him. Taking a hand in his, he laces your fingers together and starts walking, pulling you into the gentle waves.

After your… escapades on the beach, you and Joel spent the afternoon winding your way through town — perusing all the tucked-away shops filled with antiques and random nick-nacks, stopping for ice cream, Joel taking your photo for you to send to friends. You insisted on taking one of him too, promising you’d be the only one to see it.

He’s been casually handsy since you left the beach — crossing the street hand in hand, guiding you by the small of your back, that same hand drifting down to rest on your backside.

A few repulsed glances were shot in your direction whenever he had his hands on you for too long, and rather than back off, he only made it more obvious — pulling your body into his, his hands groping the nearest stretch of skin, a kiss lasting far too long to be publicly decent. With a constant smirk on his face, you reckon he was rather proud of himself for getting you flustered and pissing off the townsfolk even further.

It’s almost disconcerting how easy things are. You’re not used to feeling so laid back, not worrying about making a fool of yourself, not caring about the looks you’ve been getting.

You’re making your way down a quiet side street when Joel’s phone rings from his pocket.

“Hello?”

He shifts his weight to one leg, a hand on his hip with his lax knee popping out to the side.

“Yeah, we’re just walking through town.” He looks at you, mischief in his eyes as the corner of his mouth lifts in a skew smile.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. We’ll see you soon.”

Joel says his goodbyes, dropping his phone back into his pocket. Taking his place by your side again, he drapes an arm around your shoulders as you resume your journey.

“So?” You look up at him, face framed beautifully by the late afternoon sun — skin glowing, curls tousled by the salty air, eyes crinkling at the corners as he turns to look down at you.

“Was your dad — he just wanted to know where we were.” His grin only spreads wider as you make your way down the street. “He told me I didn’t have to do all this, that you’re a big girl who doesn’t need to be taken care of. Said I should take some time for myself, relax a little.”

You realise then that, much to your annoyance, your dad does have a point — Joel hasn’t relaxed at all, he’s spent almost every hour together with you. Not to mention he’s barely seen your dad, the man who invited him to begin with.

“Oh… I mean, he is right. I’m sure you came here for a nice break, and you haven’t actually had a moment on your own.”

“Sweetheart, this is the most relaxed I’ve been in years, thanks to you.” He plants a kiss to the top of your head and you feel warm at his words.

“I just thought it’s funny what your old man said about you — that’s the one thing you do need, right baby? Just need someone to take care of ya.”

You’re scared to admit it, but Joel really has taken care of you — in more ways than one. You decide not to fret about what’ll happen after this weekend — you can still enjoy the rest of your time here and whatever Joel has in store for after dark.

Upon arriving home, your dad had asked what you and Joel got up to — Joel stayed tight-lipped and you managed to keep your voice level as you recounted the day’s happenings, minus the obscenities. Your dad mentioned that he and your mom had also gone into town, curious that they didn’t bump into you — you’d brushed it off as just missing each other, and thank God for that.

With all the concerned looks you’d received throughout the afternoon, it never crossed your mind that they could’ve come from your own parents, too. You’ve had two close calls now and your luck is bound to run out at some point. You cringe at the thought of your dad finding out about this whole situation — his best friend sleeping with his daughter, his daughter sleeping with his best friend. You’re not sure which version would horrify him more.

You gave him a tight smile in an attempt to cut the conversation short, walking off to your room to avoid further interrogation.

You’d been looking forward to dinner though, but when Joel approached the table, he sat down across from you, leaving your mom to take up the chair next to you. You’d twitched your eyebrows in questioning, but all he gave you was a slight nod of his head.

You thought back to last night — with Joel sitting beside you, you’d tested him and in return, he fucked you better than anyone before. You were keen on trying to push him again, but the added obstacle of the extra distance tonight would’ve made it far more risky.

Throughout dinner he made sure your parents' glasses were never empty, sending you a wink and a slanted smile with each pour as they became more and more carefree, his free hand caressing your back every time he rounded the table.

You’re not usually one to back down from a challenge, especially now that Joel is involved, but you suspected you wouldn’t need to tease him anymore to get what you wanted.

With dinner over and your parents having blissfully stumbled to their room, you now find yourself pinned against the countertop with Joel mouthing kisses along your neck. You’d told your parents you would handle the dishes, but you doubt you’ll even get a start on that.

“Y’know, I’m surprised you didn’t try anything funny under the table tonight.” Joel’s hands roam all over you as he nuzzles up against your jaw.

“I thought about it, but someone made it rather difficult.”

“Yeah well, you were enough of a brat last night, ‘bout time you started behaving.”

“Seemed to me you rather liked it.”

You’re smiling to yourself when you feel his hand smack down on your ass and you yelp, your dress barely doing anything to soften the blow.

“Seems to me that you quite like bein’ punished. Now, I do enjoy puttin’ you in your place, but it’s nice when you’re a good girl and I can reward you instead. You’re all dressed up too, you put on this pretty dress for me?”

Gripping the counter’s edge, you drop your head as he lifts your dress around your waist and holds it against your back. He pushes himself into you until you’re flush with the cool granite top, held down underneath him. He smacks down again and you’ve already soaked through your panties.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, you should know this by now. Been good all night, don’t start actin’ up now.”

“Yes…” You’re met with silence, Joel unmoving on top of you — that wasn’t a good enough response. “I wore it for you.”

“Looks real nice, pretty dress for my pretty girl.”

He lifts his chest off of you, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades as he stands. Trailing his hands down your back, he tightens his grip when reaching your hips again, grinding himself into your core. A small gasp falls from your lips and he chuckles as you try pressing your legs together.

He hooks a finger under the gusset of your panties and pulls them to one side, tracing over the lips of your pussy as gently as possible, kneading your ass to spread you open — that and the cool, late-night air coats his finger in a fresh wave of arousal.

“All weepin’ and I’ve barely touched her.”

You’re whining at his words, on the verge of begging him to do something, anything to relieve you. He pulls your panties off completely, dropping them to your ankles and he pulls loose the tie of his shorts.

“Joel?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, turning your head to look at him.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You alright?” He rests a hand on you, thumb drawing soft circles into the swell of your ass, concern in his eyes.

“Are we not, uh… not going to bed?”

His eyes turn almost black as all traces of worry fly out the window, lips parted as he ticks his jaw to the side.

“Had no problem with me finger fuckin’ you on the beach, but now you wanna hide away again? What, you scared your old man’s gonna open his door and see his little girl gettin’ railed within an inch of her life? And by his own best friend, of all people.”

That really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, even more arousal seeping out of you and trickling down the inside of your thighs. Joel lays his fingers flat and wipes his hand up through you before slapping you hard and leaving a burning, sticky handprint on your ass — you buck your hips back into him, letting out a strangled moan.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

His shorts rustle as he shifts them down his thighs, and he swipes his hand up your cunt a second time, spreading his fingers and coating them in slick. You can hear how he takes hold of his length, the room filled with your heavy breathing and the lewd sounds of Joel stroking himself with his sticky hand.

He just slips into you and grabs you by the upper arms to pull you up into his chest, your back arching. He grunts as he thrusts up into you and bottoms out in one swift motion, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you cry out, Joel taking up all empty space inside of you, your clit aching from lack of attention.

“You remember what I told you? Wanna hear what pretty noises you can make.” Joel pries your hand away, keeping it in his own as he takes hold of your hip, his other hand moving to your shoulder. “And before you argue, your parents ain’t wakin’ up any time soon baby — you saw ‘em heading off.”

He pulls out to his tip devastatingly slowly and knocks back into you, repeating the same rhythm over and over — you can feel every ridge, vein, and inch of him. Your eyes are pinched shut and your brow knitted, a choked moan sounding out from the back of your throat with each movement.

“Still just as tight as last night, even after bein’ stretched so wide.”

“Mmh, Joel…”

“Tell me what you want,” he mumbles into you, lips pressed into your skin.

“Please touch me, please Joel, wanna come.”

“Greedy, are we? Pussy’s stuffed full and she still wants more.” Taking half a step back, he pulls you away from the counter’s edge and removes his hand from your shoulder. “Askin’ so nicely though, really are bein’ such a good girl for me.”

He feels down between your legs and parts his fingers around where he splits you open, wetting them in your creamy slick that coats his cock before reaching around to your front and pressing them into your clit. Your hips jerk as he starts swirling his fingers, still withdrawing slowly and thrusting into you hard — you’re so worked up and sensitive that you’re coming already.

“Ohh, fuck, Joel!” you shout out, clamping down on him, your legs shaking as you struggle to keep yourself standing.

“Good girl, come on now, let it out.” He keeps the same pace in both hand and hips as he works you through it. You whine, face contorted and body writhing in pleasure.

Joe eventually stills inside you as you come down from your high, wrapping his arms around you to hold you against him.

“You ever felt so good, sweetheart?”

“No.” You shake your head haphazardly, still breathless, but you want to see if you can drive him as crazy as he does you. “Never had a cock as big as yours, Joel. Never been so full.”

You feel him twitch inside of you and you break out into a wide grin.

Hand taking ahold of your shoulder once again and readjusting his grip on your hip, he starts slamming his hips into yours, the force of his movements jolting you forward as unabashed moans start falling from your mouth again.

“Never knew you had such a dirty mouth, baby. Definitely ruined this cunt for anyone else, nobody’s gonna make her come like I can. Stretched her so well that anyone else just ain’t gonna do the job.”

Last night was supposedly a punishment, Joel setting you straight after you’d teased him, but this? This feels like you’re being used, having Joel just take what he wants and God do you love it.

“Please come inside me, Joel — wanna be full of your come, want it dripping out of me while I fall asleep.”

It seems like your words work just as well as Joel’s — he pistons into you a handful of times before he erupts, groaning as he empties himself inside of you. He withdraws slightly just to push back in again, working himself even deeper into you, head falling to rest on your back as he folds on top of you.

His hands rub all over your body as he catches his breath, lazy kisses being dotted all over your back and neck. Pulling out of you, Joel grunts and you whimper at the feeling, he crouches down to pull your panties up off the floor, now ruined even further as you feel him start to leak out of you and soak into the already wet cotton.

He turns you to face him, hands cradling your head as he leans to kiss you, the same kind of kiss as earlier on the beach — not driven by lust or need but something real.

“Come on, now let’s go to bed.”

comments & reblogs are hugely appreciated, forehead kisses to all 💜

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut

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rueclfer · 1 year ago

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meet cute // shigaraki tomura smau pt two

when you run into your gaming bestie

a/n: i love u shiggy nation and i love this pathetic loser!! (written under the cut btw)

part one

To be fair, you understood the need for some liquid courage. Before leaving your apartment, you were giddy with the anticipation of meeting your closest friends, but the moment you found yourself outside of his front door, your hands were suddenly clammy.

You gave the door a quick 3 knocks, taking a step back from the doormat.

From the other end, you hear footsteps and scuffling on the floors.

"Let me get the door!" Toga's voice comes through the barrier.

"Fuck no! It's my apartment!" Shigaraki's voice comes in.

The rustling and feet scuffling continues on for a moment while you hear various banging and thumps behind the door.

"You two can actually fuck off!" Spinner swings the door open and quickly slams it shut right behind him to lock the others in. He engulfs you in a hug, picking you up and swinging you around in circles as the others swing the door back open to reveal pouty expressions behind it.

"Hi Spinster!" You squeal, hugging him back with the same grip.

"No fair." Toga mutters, crossing her arms.

After Spinner release you, the rest patiently waited for you to step into the apartment and put your things down before getting their turn to greet you with squeals and laughs.

"We meet again, shortstack." Dabi casually drops a hand on the top of your head, slightly ruffling your hair.

"Hi, 2nd favorite silver haired freak. Not surprised to see that you're wearing the same clothes as the last time I saw you." You swat his arm away before coming in for a hug.

"Not everything. You wanna see?" He cocks a suggestive eyebrow at you.

"Your rancid skid-mark infested tighty whiteys? Pass." You shove him aside to get to Shigaraki, who was patiently waiting up against the wall right behind him.

"Hi, Shiggy." Your voice lowers into the soft greeting, wrapping your arms around him, letting yourself melt in.

You feel him stiffen under you for a moment before reciprocating the embrace, letting himself lean back into you with one hand on the small of your back and the other on the nape of your neck

"Hey." He mutters into your hair. "Glad to know I didn't scare you off last time."

"Scare me?" You slightly pull away to look up at him. "You're such a sweet little angel, how could you scare me?"

"Okay, that's enough of that." He rolls his eyes and lightly push you away. "I think you're the one that scared me, actually. Terrifying to have you know where I live now."

"Yeah? Well you better keep your door and windows locked then because no way am I leaving you alone now." You pat him on the chest before turning around and revising the group.

There had been countless evenings where you would ask if anyone was online, looking for their company, but to be met with a void of silence or finding out they were all in person together.

Of course you understood that for a long time, you were the outsider. You were the person who couldn't be reached outside of the screen and yet despite knowing this, a pit continued to grow in your stomach from the loneliness and envy.

Seeing everyone's personality from online shine brighter in person felt like you've won the jackpot. Their beaming faces and screaming competitiveness felt like you had been there this entire time, confirming that this closeless was real after all.

Across from you, you see Shigaraki leaning back on his loveseat and resting a half empty beer can on his knee while he watches you contently, not paying any mind to the progression of the board game that sat in the middle of the living room.

You met his gaze and returned the stare.

"What?" You mouth towards him.

He shrugs. "Nothing." He mouths back.

You two had gotten "killed off" in the elaborate game about 10 minutes ago, forcing you to sit out and wait for the last one standing to take victory before you can move on to the next game. In the meantime, you and Shigaraki resorted to this unspoken staring contest.

Of course after mere seconds, his eyes would dart away from your own, causing you to sport a cocky grin.

"Stop that, you're making me nervous." He kicks your foot.

"I'm bored." You sigh back. "How the fuck did we even die so early in the game."

"Well my reasoning is that I hate this game and purposefully died early so I don't have to play it. You on the other hand, just suck." He takes a sips of his beer before passing it off to you.

"You wanna give me a tour?" You take a swig of the cold, bitter liquid.

He nods his head and stands up, reaching his hands out to help pull you up off the couch. You take one last sip before setting the can down on the side table, taking his hands and letting him hoist you up.

He keeps his pinky interlocked with yours as he leads you down the hallway, making your skin run hot.

It was obvious that physical touch wasn't exactly something that Shigaraki is 100% comfortable with, and you respected that enough to keep physical interactions gentle and to a minimum despite all of the urges you had to just wrap your body around him and devour him whole.

You remember when you first spotted him at the cafe. He stood at the other side of the room texting each other back and forth for a good minute before mustering up the courage to take a seat at your table. You took note of his trembling hands, but he had the widest smile on his face, in which the memory of is probably tattooed to your brain at this point.

Though he still refuses to turn on his face cam while gaming, you don't seem to mind it as much anymore after meeting him.

"That's Dabi's room. Mine is this way." He motions to the door to the right end of the hallway before leading you to the left.

"Go easy on him, Y/N, he's a virgin!" Dabi calls out from the living room, followed by giggles and laughter from the others.

You tried to choke down your laugh until you saw a slight smirk grow on his face as he shakes his head. "He's lying by the way."

Your ears go hot, still nervously chuckling as you enter his room.

Dark, as expected. Blackout curtains were an essential to gamers, but you wondered when the last time this room has seen sunlight.

"Brace yourself." You warn a second before pulling back the curtains, illuminating the room. You turn around to see that it was just as you expected his room to look like- various video game and anime posters, and a display shelf of figurines- the typically dorky memorabilia that he always gushed to you about on voice call.

You blew a whistle at his elaborate PC setup and took a seat in his chair, letting your hands run over the keyboard and trinkets sitting on the desk.

"So this is where the magic happens." You swivel around to see him flopped down on his bed, letting his head hang upside down over the edge to look at you. "Let me know what aimbot software you downloaded now that I'm here, yeah?

He rolls his eyes, half chuckling. "Never beating the aimbot allegations just means I'm that good. This is everything you expected it to be?" He replies.

"Definitely cleaner." You tease, getting a scoff from him in return. "Just as cute and dorky as I expected, though." You smile, scooting the chair closer to him, noticing the faint pink blush formed across his cheeks.

"You feel okay with me being here?" You take a finger and brush a stray piece of hair off his forehead. "Not freaking out like last time?"

"Maybe internally, but I think I got most of that out." He reaches up and grabs your hand to hold into his. "You feel okay? Being here? And seeing me?"

"Of course I do." You gripped his hand back, letting yourself interlock your fingers with his. "It's fulfilling in some way? I don't know. I'm happy to have met you. You've been my best friend and I didn't think I'd be able to meet you for a long time."

You liked him so much, much more than you'd like to admit. For a long time, you wanted nothing more than to be able to hold his hand like this or or even breathe the same air as him and now that you were here, you weren't sure where to go with your feelings from this point.

You often wondered if he felt the same about you. There had been more than enough restless nights with half delirious conversations to solidify your friendship with each other, but did he want you the way you wanted him?

"Me too." He mutters silently. "Do you...think we can do this again sometime soon? Maybe at your place next time or here, I don't really care. Just us though. We'll ditch these dumbasses."

"Oh? You actually like my real life company?"

He presses his lips together in response.

Obviously, expressing his emotions didn't quite come to him as easily as it did for you, but you saw the efforts nonetheless and could never pass on the opportunity to tease him for it.

"Jokes, Shigs." You laugh. "You sappy motherfucker, of course we can do this again- me and you."

"It's a date then."

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open without a single word or sound coming out. It was usual for you to shamelessly flirt with him, but for a bold proposition like that to come out of his mouth made your limbs go weak.

Shigaraki clearly had the same reaction with the way he reach over to grab a pillow to smother against his face, hiding his nervous coughs and giggles.

"Wait no no no, don't get embarrassed." You laugh, jumping on the bed to try and rip the pillow off. "It's a date! Say it again for me."

"Fuck off!" He yells into the pillow. "I didn't say shit."

You successfully rip the pillow away from his hands and pin his arms down with your own. He had a panicked smile on his lips, his face cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

"Say it again." You lean closer to his face, making his eyes widen at the sudden close proximity. "And then I'll leave you alone."

There was a beat of silence while you held his arms above his head as you slowly inch your face closer to his.

"I want to go on a date with you, and I don't want you to leave me alone." He says like he's holding in his breath. "And if you lean in any closer, I might just explode." He squeaks out.

You smile, pausing for a second before leaning in to plant a kiss on the space right under his eye. Soft, slow, and sensual.

You stayed there for a moment just to see his face flush into a deeper shade of red and eyes grow wider before hopping off the bed and exiting back out to the living room.

"Do your thing, then hurry up. I want to play more games."

bonus:

#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki smau #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigarakixreader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tenko #tenko shimura #mha smau #bnha smau

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thirteenheavens · 5 months ago

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Wonwoo making you squirt for the first but instead of being shocked it’s turns him on n he fucks you hard 👅👅👅 love your writings btw xo

Notes: stop anon you’re too sweet thank you so much hope you enjoy!

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Wonwoo had always been curious about your body and its reactions to pleasure. He had heard stories of women squirting before, but he had never actually seen it in person. One night, as he was going down on you, he could feel your body starting to tense up in a way it hadn't before. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push you over the edge.

And then it happened. A gush of liquid erupted from you, soaking the sheets and Wonwoo's face. Wonwoo was surprised at first, but then a primal instinct took over. He couldn't believe how sexy it was to see you come undone like that, to see the evidence of your pleasure right in front of him.

He pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. "That was so hot," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I need to be inside you right now." You were surprised by your own body's reaction, not expecting to squirt like that. But as you saw the look on Wonwoo's face, you realized that he was anything but disgusted.

"You're so wet," he said, his eyes raking over your body. "I can't believe how much you're dripping for me." He climbed on top of you, his cock already hard and ready to go again. "I need to feel you, now," he growled, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could even catch your breath, he was thrusting into you, his movements rough and desperate. Wonwoo's growls filled the room as he pounded into you, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. He was like a man possessed, completely lost in the feeling of your body.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "So tight and so wet. It's like you were made for me." You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he fucked you into the mattress. The bed creaked and groaned beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust. As Wonwoo continued to thrust into you, you couldn't help but wonder what had gotten him so worked up. He was usually more controlled and composed in bed, but tonight he was feral.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been thinking about making you squirt again and again until you can't take it anymore." You gasped at his words, your body responding to the promise in his voice. You could feel another orgasm building inside you, but this one felt different. It was more intense, more primal.

You were lost in a sea of sensations, unable to hold onto anything but Wonwoo. Your body was trembling and shaking beneath him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He could sense that you were close, and he doubled his efforts, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust. "Cum for me again," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Cum all over my cock like a good girl."

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body arching off the bed as you screamed his name. It was even more intense than the first, leaving you completely wrecked and boneless beneath him. Wonwoo watched you with a mixture of pride and possessiveness, his eyes never leaving your face as you came undone. "That's it," he praised, his pace slowing down slightly. "You're doing so good for me."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm. As the kiss broke, Wonwoo pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "You're so perfect," he murmured, running a hand down your body. "So beautiful when you're all fucked out like this."

He began to move again, slower this time, savoring the feeling of being inside you. "I could stay like this forever," he said, his voice low and husky. "Just buried deep inside you, feeling you clench around me." Wonwoo's hips snapped forward, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. He was close, you could tell from the way his body tensed up and his breathing grew more ragged.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his grip on your hips tightening once more. "Gonna fill you up with my cum, just like you like it." With a final, deep thrust, Wonwoo came undone, spilling himself inside you with a low groan. He collapsed on top of you, his body spent and satisfied. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both tried to come down from your high. Wonwoo pulled out of you and rolled onto his side, a satisfied smile on his face. He looked at you, his eyes filled with adoration.

"I think I'm going to have to make you squirt more often," he joked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "It's a good look on you."

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nakylvr · 16 days ago

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streamer megan hcs for my beautiful friend jay

streamer megs is fucking insufferable… day and night it’s non stop brainrot, screaming, and that stupid super chat donation ( bc i know she uses youtube and tiktok to stream ) that’s literally just an audio clip of her saying she’s dyslexic 😭 it’s honestly too loud… you’re not sure how her viewers can stand it

streamer megs who always has malfunctions during stream🙂‍↕️ 30 minutes of complete silence or nothing being shown on screen because she gets absorbed by what she’s doing and doesn’t listen to chat

streamer megs who blows up after getting a tiktok edit so she purposefully clip farms near the end of every stream…

streamer megs’s views sky rocket when you come on screen bringing her snacks and water… you end up in her lap for the rest of the stream, bullying her for playing horribly, only to do much worse

streamer megs is quite open with her fanbase about her boundaries/surface life!! in the chance you’re made uncomfortable by something, trust she’s addressing it immediately

streamer megs who watches clip compilations of you two being cute when she misses you 😞

streamer megs who makes sims of you and her all the time, and they always end up together

streamer megs who yells at chat ( playfully ) when she does her late night horror streams and they start threatening to clip shit ( the last time this happened you walked in very angry, so she tries not to be so loud anymore )

streamer megs who begs her audience not to tell you that she thinks resident evil women are hot for fear she’ll get in trouble ( you watch all her content anyway. she doesn’t get in trouble because you full heartedly agree )

streamer megs who films tiktok videos with you all the time, making you try really odd things or go along with her really odd antics…

streamer megs who gets noticeably jealous when you interact with chat more than her ( which they will tease her about ). she gets quiet and pouty, arms wrapped around your midsection, face buried into your shoulder, all the while you’re clueless, focused on playing for her😭

streamer megs who will ramble about you for longer than she’s actually been doing shit when you’re mentioned, telling your funny stories, yapping about how you guys met and everything she loves about you…

streamer megs who’ll make THOSE kind of jokes about y’all... ( think of that cory clip… restarting the generator )

streamer megs who reposts every ship edit of y’all’s. will beg for more.

streamer megs who proposes off stream, and posts it on her private side account.. she thought it’d be a cute little surprise for her fans, seeing as they love you guys so much, but it literally only took ten minutes for somebody to point out the obvious ass ring on her finger

streamer megs who calls her fanbase “cherries”

streamer megs who i love and cherish…

your friend, 🐠

streamer!megan my love 💔💔💔

the chat donation literally has you going insane when you just start dating her and are in the room while she's streaming, because it's going off every other minute and its so fucking loud you wish she could turn it down 😭

if you're good (or even decent) with technology and computers she will be asking you to help out with getting her streams started cause she is always fucking something up when starting them. no audio, the wifi is fucking up, just something.

she 100% yells when she does horror live streams at night, at the chat or at the game. she does terrible with scary games btw. she can tolerate resident evil because she thinks the characters are hot but she still screams running everywhere with no ammo, no supplies, and artifacts or puzzle pieces in her inbox. thankfully her gaming room is across from her bedroom, but she still yells loud enough to keep you up, making you walk in angrily and she apologizes over and over again for waking you up. all on stream still btw. everyone sees how down bad she is for you.

she encourages edits of her or the two of you, and is usually reposting them on tiktok whenever one comes across her feed. she will definitely say terrible pickup lines or random affectionate comments solely for edits, which you caught onto after you saw three in a row on your feed, but don't say anything.

she talks about you 24/7 even when you're not brought up or in the room, she will find a way to talk about you in some sort of way. she will always make it about you somehow, it's adorable. and when she thinks of a story relating to whatever she's playing, she will not shut the fuck up for about twenty minutes, still playing the game.

the proposal 💔 its the one thing she actually wants to keep private and off stream cause it's really special to her and a very important moment in both of your lives. she probably does it at the most random time, not super planned but just when she thinks the moment is right, which happens to be in the middle of the night when you're making her food after one of her late-night streams. she doesn't even say anything when she next goes live, but it's obvious with the ring on her finger.

#katseye thoughts 💭#megan skiendiel thoughts 💭#🐠 anon

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apollosfavedaughter · 17 days ago

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𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 dating headcannons

a/n: i dont know how to spell did i spell headcannons right :(

okay first of all. gentleman to the max. this boy was raised on manners and lightning bolts

opens doors for you. always offers you his jacket. calls you “sweetheart” when he’s sleepy

his hand is always on the small of your back in crowded places. protective but not pushy

blushes when you compliment him. like deep red ears and he’ll stammer a “thanks” and look away with a little smile

definitely reads books with you. sometimes falls asleep halfway through a chapter with his head on your shoulder

loves when you braid his hair. pretends it’s a hassle but actually melts every time

“babe you don’t have to—” already has a tiny fishtail in his hair by the time he finishes his sentence

he’ll fly you places. no joke. just picks you up and takes off because “why walk when we can soar”

gives the softest hugs ever. arms wrapped all the way around you, chin on your head, rubbing slow circles on your back

he will def hug you from the back

he’s not big on pda but will 100% kiss your forehead in public and doesn’t care who sees

loves when you wear his camp half-blood shirt. especially if it’s way too big on you

late night talks under the stars. lying on the roof of the cabin. fingers tangled together

he gets really flustered when you wear his glasses (yes, he needs reading glasses sometimes, don’t tell the others)

IMAGINE KISSING HIM AND HE TAKES OFF HIS GLASSES AND THEN KEEPS GOING

thunder rumbles softly when he gets jealous. it’s kind of adorable. he insists he’s fine

you’re the only one who can talk him down when he’s overthinking. just one look from you and he’s breathing easier

everyone at camp thinks you’re endgame.

everyone at BOTH CAMPS (they're right btw)

sometimes you catch him just staring at you with this quiet awe like he can’t believe he gets to love you

“i didn’t think someone like me could have something this good,” he says.

a/n: can the boys at my school grow some balls and become jason grace please? its not even that hard wdym

a/n: also we got over 300 notes? which is crazy for me because i thought I would get like 20 max? and it's been like two days?

a/n (once again): also i got a req today? i screamed?

a/n (last time i promise): i keep doing jason because i love his angst but please please req in my inbox! i love writing those

𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢.𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 / 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙

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redhoodsdeer · 5 months ago

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hiii I really love ur writing I eat it up everytimee ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😛

I was wondering if I could request a Jason Todd like thingy where reader is new to Gotham and she doesnt know her boyfriend (jason) is red hood or who he is really . And one night he just passes out straight in bed without even thinking about his suit and helmet and reader wakes up to this masked man in her bed and is like screaming and being like “wtf who the hell are you” “my bf is huge and he’ll fuck you up” and calling Jason and stuff and he’s just like tf?

Ik this request is like all over the place but I just randomly had this cute idea and I thought you’d eat it up 😍

thankkk uu ❤️❤️❤️

rough night (aka civil!reader x vigilante bf jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: where jason still keeps being a vigilante a secret from you, and you continue to be clueless that your boyfriend is red hood, until one rough night he forgets something a little important.

a/n: omg hi! i'm so happy with your request, sorry that it take so long, but here it is, i love how your mind work btw, hope you like it, i actually don't think my writing is good on this one, but the prompt is amazing! feel free to send requests!

english is not my first language.

It was a particularly calm night, at least for you, who had already done your bedtime routine, and were curled up in the couch with your favorite book, waiting for your boyfriend.

You watched on the news that there was a chasing, but this is Gotham, there is always a chasing on the news, you may not have lived here for long, but you are used to the special way of the city, fights, deaths and crimes that flooded the city on an ordinary weekday.

As much as you enjoyed waiting for your boyfriend to get home, so you could go to bed with him, he was pretty late today, and it was already late night, sleep was starting to overtake you, the book slowly becoming less interesting and more hazy, finally making you decide it was time to go to bed.

Now, even though Gotham is a dangerous city, and more than anything, unexpected, you definitely didn't expect that on a cool tuesday night you would walk into your room in your pretty pajamas and comfortable robe and find a huge vigilante lying on your bed, comfortable, as if he lived there his whole life.

And no one can blame you that your first reaction was to scream, scream for your life, while the book falls from your hand, you were in complete shock, the vigilante waking up confused as he looks around and finds you wrapped in your pink robe looking absolutely terrified.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment? How did you get into my fucking apartment?" she said frantically as tears began to well up in your eyes as you grabbed the closest thing to you, to defend yourself, which turned out to be the lamp on your nightstand.

And the man lying in your bed looks just as confused as you do, even more, his head tilted to the side, you can't see through the intimidating red helmet, but you're sure if you could, you'd see a huge question mark hanging on his face.

"What do you mean who the hell am I? Have you lost your mind, honey?" And it wasn't until his voice came out modified by the modulator that Jason realized he was still in his full uniform, including his helmet, which explained his girlfriend's complete panic upon seeing him.

"Look, my boyfriend is going to be here any minute, and he's huge and he's going to beat the hell out of you, so please leave."

The words might have been intended to be threatening, but they lost their effect almost instantly when he knew that the boyfriend she was referring to was the one lying on the bed being threatened at that moment, and also by the tears he desperately wanted to wipe from your face.

And, as Gotham is the city of the unexpected, the unexpected happens, and the huge vigilante lying on your bed starts laughing, but not a threatening laugh, or a shy little giggle, he starts to really laugh, the kind of laugh that you throw your head back for laughing so hard, while slowly removing the helmet from his head.

And when your beloved boyfriend reveals himself, the lamp in your hand slowly lowers as your lips part in pure shock.

"Jason? What the hell is going on right now?"

She said while still holding the lamp, and looked at him more confused than ever, and the once scary and threatening vigilante stands up and wraps you in a hug, while you remain in complete shock.

"Did you have any intention to tell me about this at some point?"

Your mind, still recovering from the shock, manages to elaborate and ask, while you return the hug, as tight as you can, still shaking from finding out that your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, I swear I was going to tell you, I just didn't know if you were going to be ready to hear it, and if you would still be with me after you found out."

"If you would still see me the same way, you would love me the same way"

And now your shock is for a completely different reason, as you pull away from his embrace softly, your brows furrowed in pure indignation.

"Are you kidding me right now? Jason I would love you and be with you even if you were the fucking Batman."

And a comforting smile appears on your face, as you, on your tiptoes, hold his face in your hands as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and for you, he was.

"Jay, I love you regardless of any of this, if you're a secret vigilante at night, your secrets or anything else, because I love you for who you are and I need you to know that."

And now the bright tears in your eyes were for a completely different reason, you just didn't expect him to think that way, when right there in front of you is the man you loved the most in the world.

"God, what did I do to deserve someone like you?" he murmurs into your hair as you're wrapped around each other, you guiding him towards the comfortable bed.

"I ask myself that every day, Jay."

And now, with no secrets and curled up comfortably in each other, as it should be, he whispers to you.

"About that Batman thing, we need to talk."

#jason todd #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood imagine #jason todd thoughts #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #batfam #batfamily #batman #red hood dc #dc jason todd #jason todd dc #dc universe #dc comics #jason todd titans

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royaljude · 1 month ago

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Temptations ~ JB5

Genre ~ Fluff, Angst, smut(later)

Summary ~ Jude Bellingham, the very well known bad boy of Silver Ridge High school, runs into the shy, good girl, Vivian Rose. In a case of she fell first, he fell harder, and tensions high. What will happen when their paths collide? Will Jude’s reputation change? Will Vivian end up not being the so called good girl she is?

Warnings ~ non

A/N ~ first chapter to a new series! LETS GO!!

Pt.2

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November in Silver Ridge was grey, wet, and always a little bit miserable. The kind of cold that snuck through your jacket and made your nose sting. The kind of weather that made staying home with tea and a good book feel like the only rational choice.

Which is exactly what I planned on doing

—until my phone lit up for the fourth time in the last ten minutes.

Zoë [7:42 PM]

vivi i swear to god if u don't come i will show up at ur house in crocs and drag u out myself

Zoë [7:43 PM]

it's not even that serious. it's a bonfire. just come for an hour.

Zoë [7:44 PM]

jude bellingham is here btw 👀

That last text made my stomach flip in a way l hated to admit. Jude Bellingham.

The school's golden boy-if golden boys wore leather jackets, skipped class, and could set the whole hallway buzzing with a single smirk. He was chaos wrapped in cologne. And he didn't know I existed.

I stared at the messages, then at my bookshelf. Then back to my phone.

"I'll regret this," | muttered, tugging off my sweatshirt and digging out the one hoodie I owned that didn't scream I read romance novels under my covers at night.

- 20 Minutes Later -

It was louder than I expected. Music pulsed from someone's car speakers, people laughed too loud, and the fire crackled in the center of it all, lighting up faces I usually only saw from the back row of class.

"Vivian!" Zoë yelled, practically launching herself at me. "You came! I'm in actual shock.”

"I don't know why I let you talk me into this."

"Because deep down, you love me." She linked her arm through mine, dragging me toward the fire. "And because part of you is a little curious about seeing Jude Bellingham in person instead of just pretending not to notice him in history class."

I opened my mouth to deny it-and promptly froze.

There he was. Across the fire. Laughing with some senior I didn't recognize. Dark curls, hands shoved into his pockets, smile crooked and dangerous.

He wasn't someone who lived in my world, yet he did.

Our eyes met for half a second.

Maybe less.

But he looked at me. Really looked. Then he looked away.

Just like that.

"Okay," | whispered, throat suddenly dry,

"Maybe I do regret this."

"Come on let's go get drinks." Zoë said dragging me to a nearby cooler with a bunch of drinks in it.

I crouched beside the cooler, brushing a few stray leaves off the lid. My fingers hovered over a can of Sprite before finally grabbing it. Predictable. Safe. Very me.

Zoë cracked open a cherry soda like she’d done this a hundred times before. She probably had. I watched her tilt her head back, laughing at something Leigh said behind us, while I stayed silent. Always the listener. Always on the edge of things.

I sipped my drink and let my eyes wander.

The fire popped and sparked, casting flickering shadows across the grass. People huddled in tight groups, some on old lawn chairs, others standing close enough to blur the line between talking and flirting.

And there was he was again. Jude.

Still by the fire. Still surrounded. His laugh was louder this time—rough and lazy, like he had all the time in the world. Like nothing could touch him. He said something to one of the guys beside him, and a ripple of laughter followed.

I hated that I noticed the sound of his voice before anyone else’s. I hated that it lingered.

“You keep staring,” Zoë said under her breath, nudging me.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“It’s not staring if I’m just looking.”

“Sure,” she teased. “And I only wore this shirt for the weather.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to laugh it off, but my stomach was tight. Because the truth was, Jude Bellingham wasn’t just a name people whispered in the halls. He was the kind of boy who ruined good girls in every book I ever read. The one with the reckless smile and too many secrets. The one you warned yourself about.

The one you couldn’t help noticing.

“He’s not even that attractive,” I said, mostly to myself.

Zoë snorted. “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

I shrugged, eyes drifting again—only to find him already looking.

Not a glance. Not a half-second thing this time.

His eyes were on me, unreadable. Calm. Curious, maybe.

And this time, he didn’t look away.

I felt my breath catch, cold air sharp in my chest. His gaze was steady. Not flirtatious. Not smug. Just… there.

And then someone called his name. A girl. Blonde. Confident. Her voice high and sweet. His head turned.

Connection broken.

I looked away fast, like I’d been caught doing something wrong. My cheeks burned.

Sure I had a crush on him, it was wrong. He was the schools troublemaker. Plus it’s not like he’d like a girl like me anyway…

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A/N ~ comment on this post to be added to this series tag list!!!

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sweetheartdecay · 1 year ago

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' missed you '

(HEY GUYSS BTW THIS IS INSPIRED BY THIS OTHER THING I MADE !! (( izuku midoriya dating headcanons !! when you told him you liked him, he felt as if his world stopped spinning. he actually just... – @faithfulren on Tumblr )) IF U HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET, U CAN GO AHEAD AND READ THAT FIRST BEFORE THIS IF U WANT TO :3)

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you were on izuku's balcony, it was probably like 1 am.. judging of how quiet the whole dorm was which was kind of rare. you peaked through the curtains and saw your handsome boyfriend on his desk, writing in his notebook, his other hand using a gripper underneath as it rested against his thigh. everything he did you found attractive, as long as it was him doing it. you would scream inside every time. you could barely resist to not stare at him, i mean.. come on.. his muscles are to DIE for. you would compliment that part about him to izuku every now and then but he'd just laugh it off nervously, thinking you were just teasing him or something.

you knocked lightly, hoping he'd notice and luckily he did. unlike the other times he'd kind of space out and focus on his thoughts, mumbling sometimes. he turned to see what it was, knowing he didn't even have to look since it's always been you on his balcony. he never understood why you kept sneaking in. but he did think it was cute.

he slid the door open to let you in and once you stepped into his room you hugged him, smiling brightly. you enjoyed being close to izuku, he feels warm. i mean, everyone's warm but he was like that comfy type of warm. you felt at home with him. you see him have that familiar smile he always has, you weren't sure how he always kept smiling even though all the shit that happens around here always seems to be dumped on him. i guess he really takes after all might.

he smiled warmly and held you close, looking at you. "hey, y/n.. couldn't sleep.?" you smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with dark green fluffy.. sorta messy hair. it was one of the things you liked about him. other than his kind, caring, selfless personality and many other aspects about your boyfriend. "i missed you, izu.." you spoke in a soft gentle tone, admiring his dreamy green eyes you could stare at for hours.

he chuckled and answered you, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. "you saw me earlier, love.." he spoke as he gave you that one look, that one look that made you feel special to him more than anyone or anything. that one look that made you feel like you were his whole world. "i know.. but still." you responded to him, looking at him and never looking away. he just smiled even more before intertwining your fingers with his and pulled you onto the bed, sitting down right next to him. he sighed and spoke up, "alright, what do you wanna do? talk or do you have something else in mind?" he brightly smiled at you, waiting for you to respond.

"mh.. i wanna talk." you rested against him, feeling yourself get a bit sleepy. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. he nodded in response, "izu.. i really love you.." you spoke out, he stroked your hair gently and carefully. "i really love you too." he placed a kiss on top of your head. he tried to keep it cool, knowing he was blushing like crazy. probably thinking like "I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A GIRL IN MY ROOM??" but you liked that anyway. "you're not like any other guy i've met.. you're so sweet.. really hot too.."

"izu.? izuku?? you aren't moving.."

"and why is your face so red??"

#anime #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #mha x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #deku #deku x reader #fluff #faithfulren

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omgfangirlland · 2 months ago

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I saw an edit video of Edna from incredible and now I want an Edna reader. If it's an Edna reader x MCU.. How do you feel it would go if reader is the daughter of Lex Luther? (I'm really starting to get obsessed with a Dad!Lex Luther.. Thanks to you). He's a great dad but reader wants her own path. She makes costume for both villain and heroes (kinda like leo zelinsky from marvel).

I think Edna reader would be better be in invincible.. They could really use a better outfit (the durability, designs or whatnot)..

Going to a baby baptism tomorrow, so I'm double posting today 🫠

When I first saw the show and reread the comics- all I could think when seeing Nolan's cape was Edna screaming

I'm giving you a DC x MCU x Incredible crossover btw

BUT let's start EARLIER.

Lex isn't given the womanizer persona Brucie has, he still seems to get women, but doesn't go out of his way to be a loose cannon- which is why he was so surprised when one of his few escapades yells from the crowd of the conference he was at, storms her way throught security and pushes a baby into his arms and throws a folder of documents.

He doesn't really register more beyond the fact that you're his baby, doesn't hear the lady call you a little demon, and sure as hell doesn't hear the reporters go crazy, all he sees is you, a baby. A baby that looks at him and frowns while babbling, like you're judging him.

He's smitten. And the cameras catch how he fights a smile and how his eyes tear up as he brings you to his chest, and despite pouting, you nuzzle closer. The internet goes crazy with the drama- mostly memeing about Luthor actually being a human and not a robot in disguise and how even baby you knew the man was rancid(the netizen's words, not mine)

Luthor doesn't care, he didn't care even then, when the first thing he did after craddling you to his chest was to turn his back to the crowd and leave the platform with a spring in his step, ignoring how his assistant scrambled to take the folder your mom left behind before running after him.

Man was on a mission- a new mission! And firstly- he sued for full custody, no visitation rights, and to make sure the woman didn't argue, he threw in a nice, one-time check. He was a father now- and he sure as hell isn't letting someone who essentially threw a baby lamb to a grown wolf.

But he soon understood why your mother called you a demon- he's never seen a baby throw a tantrum over a slightly off black jacket mixed with true black pants. Honestly, he enjoyed letting you dress him. He enjoyed talking to you, like you understood it all, and maybe you did, but he wouldn't get just how much you got until you started talking.

Now, Superman got nervous- for the baby but also because Lex hasn't done anything in a hot while. When he visited the man, Lex just threw him a glance from his seat at his office desk before turning back to you in your high chair with a huff and continued feeding you. "My daughter is more important than you, Superman. Get off your high horse."

You just squinted at the Kryptonian, judging his bright, clashing colors. And Clark pouted, not because Lex was busy with his kid now, but because he's never seen a baby judge him like this. He, now, wants to be your favorite(only) uncle.

Lex refused, downright glared daggers at anyone who even suggested getting you a babysitter. Like EXCUSE YOU- he has two hands, a baby wrap, and can multitask, thank you very much. But I'm quite sure this need for you to be with him 24/7 stems from his deadbeat dad.

Lois is slightly more willing to interview Lex if she can hold you, and Brucie(before any robins) is the designated baby snatcher at every gala(despite how much Bruce may argue against it). Lex doesn't know how he does it- but Bruce always somehow gets you, sits in a quiet corner of the room, as close to his chest as possible, and judges and gossips with you about the others, Brucie persona gone.

"See Madame Cobblepot? She's hiding a drug lab in the basement of her manor in Gotham... and the mix of feathers with fur is so tacky." And you just babble in agreement. Lex would be more angry if it didn't keep you from being overwhelmed, fussy, and away from the eager hands of the old people itching to pinch your cheeks.

Your first, true word, not pa, ba, or da, is ugly as you point at Lex in a light green with purple and gold details mock suit, the tailor was clearly disappointed about, but didn't dare to say anything. "... I thought it looked nice...?" He was hurt for many reasons. You just give him a blank stare before sighing. "Ugly, papa."

Lex resigns to a deep forest green with a lilac flower embroidered modestly around his chest pocket. And if anyone asks, your first words were dada, and daddy.

He got his licks back after you called out Clark for wearing an ugly tie and suits three sizes too big. Brucie sadly didn't go unscathed as you clocked his Admiral blue pants and Azure blue jacket. Dick snorted while Bruce pouted, shoulders slumping in defeat. Richard was sitting on his lap, and little toddler you were sitting on the boy's lap, so Bruce wrapped his hands around both of you and squeezed gently, making both of you whine. "Mean children, both of you." His huff had no real bite to it.

The thing that turned you into a costume maker was seeing a compilation of heroes and villains tripping over their capes. That simply won't do. Not when you could do something about it.

Like you can give a pass to Superman and Batman, Clark's cape is essentially a shield and helps add to his friendly superhero bit, and Bruce's is a glider and helps him melt into the shadows, hell, even Doctor Strange's cape had a use. You could give them a pass... Barely.

(My cat left my lap because I shifted one millimeter while typing. I'm hurt and sad)

But others, like Mr. Magneto, Omni-Man, and Mr. Miracle, were just using them for flair, which you understood, but you couldn't have it. (You can't even look at Captain America and his Puerto Rican flag looking costume)You couldn't start with either of them, but your father was having a business in Gateway City, so your first victim client will be Wonder Woman.

Lex could only watch in shock, and a bit of pride as you talked to Wonder Woman, showing her your drawings of possible better costumes than the flashing hazard she usually wore. He was as mesmerized by your little designs as she was, all modern but clearly Amazonian inspired. It'll be more flexible, and it'll protect her legs and chest more. You even had a mood board for how she could style her hair.

Wonder Woman smiled at you after your explanation. "And do you think you're up for the challenge of doing it, little one?" And Lex was ready to build you an empire at the way your whole face shone while nodding at the superhero. But you could do it on your own... well, not right now, sadly, the tools were too heavy to weld the armor on your own.

By the following week, Wonder Woman had her new costume, moved better and faster in it, and after getting her feedback, you went and started plotting. In a month's time, everyone's weak points were exposed by a barely 10 years old girl on live TV.

"Omni-Man?"

"Someone stronger than him, for example Superman, could take hold of his cape and launch him into the sun, that is, if it doesn't rip. Overall, his costume is just fabric, and we know Viltrumites get hurt if they get hit by enough force. Superman or a deadly strong laser could easily take out his limbs to incapacitate him... or just decapitate him."

"What about Sonar?

"Minimal gear, hit the back of his knees or elbows to pop them out of their sockets, but I guess the biggest problem is getting close enough without him blowing your head- bullets wouldn't work either. Could just distract him by angering him so he'd be too adrenaline high and emotional to pay attention and have someone smash a rock into him from a safe distance. He wears pants and just a shirt... not much of an armor."

"...The new hero, Black Panther?"

"He gets punched a lot, unless the mask obscures his vision, I think it's a skill issue."

"And you'd be willing to make costumes for both Villains and Heroes?"

"Business is business."

The camera slowly moved to Lex, who was smiling and wiping away tears, the mics picking up him calling you his little business woman.

Your first client was Tony Stark. Frankly- he did it because he thought you were a funny kid. And he wanted to see if you saw any flaws or weak spots in his armor- which the latch not immediately opening on the shutdown of the suit was your first concern- but the man just wanted some new fancy, one of a kind, suits.

Your second was a very reluctant Magneto. He loved the cape. But you were right in it being a hazard, especially if it got caught in his own powers. The third was a frowning Nolan. He didn't appreciate you saying Superman could kill him- alas, he didn't get to say anything as you saw him and immediately showed him the designs you've made long before.

He won't tell you how much better it felt to punch, knee, or elbow now that he had reinforced joints and padded gloves. And he'd rather eat kryptonite than admit he flies better without the cape. But he did let Debbie teach him how to leave star reviews.

T'Challa's mask, in fact, was blinding his sides, and the Green Lanterns quickly used your plan of action in a desperate move to deal with Sonar.

Slowly, your business started blooming, and your father started whining more and more, begging just for a hint at the weaknesses in your costumes. "Dad, I love you. No." He just pouted and whined more.

However, your proudest work was the costume designed together with Kon, for purely sentimental reasons. It wasn't the best of the best design-wise, but it wasn't terrible either. You simply loved it because of how much fun your little brother had making it with you while making fun of your dad.

#anon ask #🔱 anon #fem!reader #dc crossover #dc x invincible #invincible crossover #female!reader #dc x marvel #marvel crossover #invincible x marvel #dc x marvel x invincible #good dad lex luthor

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