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Updates every Sunday and Wednesday <3
Hi I'm Jenny! I write for anything I've read before, and I write for obscure fandoms. My works are for black women to feel seen and I have a problem with deluding myself over fictional men
Hello everyone, it's that time of year again! Sorry for the late start, I was in the hospital with a respiratory infection and then I got severe food poisoning lol! I'm doing kind of okay now, and I'm trying my best for you guys. Anyways, because I'm in college, I can only do a post every five days, thank you guys for being so understanding and I hope you enjoy ;)
Once again, all my works are for black readers, like always MDNI and Happy Halloween everyone :)
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October 1st: Elijah Mikaleson - Love Bites
Bondage + creampie + bloodkink
Elijah loves you, sooooooo much he can just eat you up. And he will.
October 5: JJ Maybank - The Outlaw JJ Maybank
Public sex + Handcuffs + Costumes + Roleplaying
JJ has never been a fan of the police. At least not until his sexy girlfriend handcuffs him into a bush.
October 10th: Klaus Mikaelson - Hide-and-Go-Hunch!
Spanking + Sex Toys + Chasing + Biting
Klaus is a natural hunter; he always catches what he wants. Especially you.
October 15th: Mark Grayson - How to Almost Drown a Viltrumite
Stripping + Edging + Face sitting + Squirting + Masturbation
Mark has always been a physical learner, but you decide tonight he has to settle for visuals only
October 20th: Liam Dunbar/Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski- Writing on the Wall (Or Ass)
Body writing + Boners
Captain of the lacrosse team, True Alpha of his own pack, Scott McCall has it all. He intends to let everyone know he has you too.
Stiles needs some motivation. You give it to him by letting him draw on your ass.
Liam has a tendency to get stuck in his own head, you don't make it easier when you let him draw a number nine on your tits.
October 25th: Stiles Stilinski - Look, Don't Touch! (Except This One Time)
The four times Stiles has gotten to look at your body, and the one time he gets to touch.
October 30th: Dean Winchester - GhostBusters
Car Sex + Lingerie + Face Fucking + Spanking
When Dean gets a call about a haunting, you beg decide to ride along with him. Too bad this was all part of your master plan and Dean decides you need a punishment.
October 31th: Adrian Chase - Good Enough to Eat
Aphrodisiac + Food Play + Costume Sex
Adrian Chase loves a few things: Eagly, Peacemaker, justice, your pussy, chocolate, and you. Now he gets to have three of those things at once!
Hello jenny honey. Could u pls do a Storm from marvel rivals inspired reader for Mark Grayson? Literally queen with her king 🥰🥰
Fast Times with the Guardians of the Globe
Jenny, bestie, hear me out. Reader with the personality and powers of shadow the hedgehog 👀. So, she would be an anti-hero that refuses to work with anyone but has that romantic tension with main Mark Grayson. While invincible is trying to convince her to turn over to being a full hero, Cecil and the guardians are trying to take out reader but are always failing to do so cause ain't no way they're reaching the ultimate life forms level of power 🤭. So, like basically like head canons of mark trying to get reader to turn over to the good side while she's basically trying to kill the guardians and Cecil losing his mind over not being able to control her.
How to Accidentally Hospitalize Your Alien Boyfriend (no glue, no borax)
Hi jenny. I wanted to request if you could please do reader with the personality of April O'Neil from ROTMNT as Mark Grayson's girlfriend. April O'Neil's powers primarily revolve around her enhanced psychic abilities and telekinetic skills, often stemming from her connection with the Aon crystal. These powers include the ability to sense danger, track telepathically, and even manifest telekinesis
Evil in Pink
What's a guy supposed to do when the girl he's in love with has a few screws loose? Fall more in love with her, of course.
Catching Feelings and Hiding Truths
Hello ☺️, I wanted to request if you could please do a miraculous holder reader, but she uses both the ladybug and black cat miraculous (like hero name lady noire) in invincible.
The Jacket Test
Will Mark Grayson still love his succubus girlfriend if she doesn't try to have sex with him? Click here to find out!
Spiritual Daddy Issues
Hey 👋 . Hope u doing well. I got a bit of a long request that I think you will like. Imagine this with me cause the idea just came to my head as I was reading your powerpuff girl!reader . So, Danny Phantom inspired reader, she obviously with Mark Grayson but I wanna focus on a specific Danny Phantom episode. So, like it's an average day saving lives with our man invincible and this random girl who looks exactly like reader comes needing their help. They discover that Cecil has been trying to make a clone of dp!reader in case she go's rouge and dp!reader and mark are angry as heck at this information. Now I got some many ideas on how rest of this continues but I really want the rest of your perspective on this since you be cooking better than me.
Making a Splash
Hi so I saw where you asked for invincible requests and I humbly ask for mark or any of the variants that you feel comfortable writing with black reader. Having them either help take her with her braids out or them being the type of boyfriend to learn how to braid for her. Reader can be another hero or a civilian I just really want a soft moment between them where he’s enjoying spending time with her.
Car Accidents and Egg Rolls
Alternate title: that time you and your boyfriend got into a car accident, and you coped with cuddles and Chinese food.
Electric Love
Hello, I wanted to ask if you could please do Powerpuff Girl (Bliss) reader in invincible. How she met Mark Grayson/Rex Splode. Their relationship and other reactions to it.
Glowing Rock
Hey bestie, I don't know if you've watched Steven Universe, but I wanted to ask if you could please do a garnet inspired reader or pink diamond inspired reader for Mark Grayson. Imagine fusion happening between mark and reader. A whole new experience especially seeing a fusion dance.
Space Girl
She's out of this world and in his bed! Meet SuperNova, a humanoid alien who loves everything Earth has to offer. And she loves Mark just as much.
PSA: All of these are Mark Grayson x Black! Reader, like all my other post. Thank you, and happy reading!
Hello everyone! I’m just coming with a little psa, sorry I’ve been MIA lately. College has actually been whopping my ass. As of right now, my Invincible request are closed. I have a lot to sift through and I honestly just can’t really get through them since Kinktober is coming up! I’ll eventually answer the Invincible request, just not right now. Thank you so much to anyone who sent one and is understanding, I’ll get to them asap <3.
And speaking of Kinktober, I may be creating a prompt list for request! I may not be able to do a post every single day but I promise this year I’ll post a lot more for Kinktober than I did last year. All of that aside, get ready for Kinktober, I’ll see you guys soon <333.
You're in your early 30s, an independent woman in every way. Only issue is, your boyfriend finally managed to piss you off.
Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Female! Human! Corporate! Reader
Hi everyone! It's TVDU season, so here's Klaus with his corporate girlie girlfriend. Enjoy!
Warnings: Office politics, Klaus's dramatics, bad writing (i'm joking i swear), slight angst (Klaus has to be held accountable for his actions)
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Klaus was pacing. He was stomping back and forth in the living room like a rabid animal waiting to strike. He was pacing to the point of wearing a pattern in the carpet. Klaus had a problem, and it was a big one. Bigger than Marcel, bigger than Mikael, bigger than the witches of NOLA, bigger than any issue he'd ever faced.
You, his girlfriend of seven months, were mad at him. He'd finally done it. He pissed you off.
He was hoping this day would never come. You had never gotten mad at him, ever. Not when he disappeared for days, not when he and his siblings would fight and he would try to kill one of them, not when he was being irritable in every way, not even when he tried to lure you into an equal fit of anger. You matched his anger with pure apathy. Letting him tire himself out before gently coming to a resolution.
He made it seven months without managing to anger you. Until tonight, when for the first time in a very long time, he forgot to do something.
You didn't scream at him. You didn't lecture him, you didn't cry, you didn't throw anything or slap him. Instead, you calmly (so calmly it killed him inside) told him that he owed you an apology. Then, you shut the door to your apartment. Leaving him standing in the lonely hallway of the high-rise building. The sound of your even tempered voice and the door clicking took the fight out of his lungs. It felt cold and empty out there, like a chilling wind passed through his ribs.
There was no screaming match, no grandiose profession of his love and guilt, all he saw was the brown wood of your front door. All he could do was stand outside your door like an idiot, the wind taken out of his sails before he tucked his tail and went home.
So now he didn't know what to do. From his past relationships there would've been a massive fight with passionate love making as the apology. Now he was just...home. With his brother and sister ignoring his inevitable tantrum just like you were.
The fireplace crackled behind him in the den, the warmth from the fire did nothing for the chill in his bones. Elijah sat silently observing Klaus while keeping his focus on his book while Rebekah tapped away at her phone. It was times like this that Klaus remembered that Elijah would be better suited to a situation like this.
The cool level headed Elijah who had far too much in common with you. The Elijah that Klaus hates to admit how fond of him he is. He really hates that Elijah would be the only one who could help him here.
"Elijah."
"Yes Niklaus?" Elijah responded, flipping a page in his book. Rebekah giggled at a text on her phone before shaking her head a bit and resuming her texting. Klaus rubbed his uncharacteristically sweaty palms over his jeans. The rough fabric felt smooth under his calloused palms.
"I am...in need of..." He began but trailed off. The powerful Klaus Mikaelson at a loss of what to do with his own woman, how ridiculous! But he loves you. So it's worth it. And if you aren't going to sink down to his level of petty screaming then he has to rise to your level and meet you where you are. If he couldn't manage an apology then he just wasn't worthy of you.
"Advice?" A coy smile peaked at the corners of Elijah's eyes and Klaus kissed his teeth.
"Call it that then. My girlfriend is mad at me, I don't know what to do." It came out sheepish. The level of emotions Klaus was experiencing made him genuinely uncomfortable.
"What did you do now? Did you kill her puppy for kissing her too much?" Rebekah teased, eye brow raised from her spot on the couch. Elijah chuckled at her joke and they both gave each other a knowing look. As if they were laughing at Klaus. Because they were, but that wasn't important right now.
"No, Rebekah." He growled sarcastically, rolling his eyes at her teasing. Both siblings put down their occupations, looking at him with observing eyes.
"Take a seat Niklaus. What did you do?" Elijah motioned to the couch opposite to the coffee table between them. Klaus glanced at the decorated pattern on the couch that you'd told him many times you adored. He sat, not because Elijah told him too but the memory of you in the time of your absence was a comfort to his bleeding heart.
"Well. I made a minor mistake really and forgot to attend dinner with her." With a scratch of the back of his neck, Klaus turned to the side. Avoiding the judgmental gaze of his brother and sister. Rebekah made a face as if she didn't buy what he was selling. Elijah patiently waited for him to continue. The fire crackled awkwardly between the three of them.
"Was it an important dinner?" Elijah led, slowly urging Klaus to just be honest with himself. Truly one of his least favorite activities.
"It was...for work. It was a colleague dinner that she was attending and she wanted me to come along because it would be good for her networking and help her get closer to her goals of advancing in the company." Klaus bit out, rushed as he tried to avoid the true importance of his failure to attend.
This dinner was very important. You had goals of world domination just as he did albeit yours were more corporate based. Its what attracted him to you. The way you quietly watch, and plan to advance yourself in your career is something he can understand. Showing up with a handsome, smart man on your arm would apparently let you into some circles that you as a single woman were barred from before. You let him in on your plan and he bombed it.
"And you didn't go?" Rebekah asked.
"I forgot to go, yes." Klaus answered, guilt filling his voice. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Alright. Well, you need to apologize. Why don't you try apologizing sincerely and listening instead of your usual dramatics?" Elijah continued.
"How am I supposed to do that if she shut the door on me?" Klaus threw his arms up in agitation, the fire in the back seemed to echo his sentiments as it roared over the wood.
"Give her some space then Klaus, honestly it's not hard. She probably knew your apology wasn't going to be sincere in the moment. Maybe she just didn't want to speak with you at the moment. You have time to figure out what you need to say." Rebekah quipped, arms folded. The judgmental look she was giving him didn't really help at the moment.
Silence passed through the room, the fire slowly dimming down while Klaus's emotions won. He did owe you an apology. A serious apology, not a grand display of affection with no promises of improvement.
"I like you two better when you're wrong." He pouted, arms folded.
"Well that's rare." Before the two shared a smug laugh and a slight nudge.
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"You had something to say?" You were sat on your couch, sipping a glass of wine still in your work suit. You came home to find Klaus waiting outside of your apartment with a bouquet of flowers that you gratefully accepted. You weren't so mad that you planned to break up with him, a sign from heaven.
"Well, yes. I wanted to apologize to you my love." He missed your apartment. He missed being surrounded by your smell, the paintings you'd bought over the years, the scent of your home cooking, the way your soft couch felt, even the view from the windows of your apartment.
"Is that your apology?"
Klaus stiffened. One thing for certain, two things for sure you would hold him accountable whether he liked it or not. With a deep breath, Klaus found the strength that's carried him through over 1,000 years of living.
He stood, rising to his full height before he found himself kneeling in front of you. He took one of your hands in his, admiring the softness of your dark brown skin and looking into the deepness of your eyes. Even with the typical makeup you wear for work he could see your natural beauty. It was burned into his brain, his eyes, his heart, the pages of his sketch books, the easels filled with paintings of you.
Your gaze softened before you placed down your wine glass and gave him your now free hand. Your way of letting him know you were ready to listen. A warm feeling bubbled in his chest that slowly spread through his body, replacing the icy coldness that filled his body since you shut the door on him two nights ago.
There was a tense silence, he worked the courage to spit the words out and you waited for him to say anything. With a swallow, he opened his mouth and began to speak.
"...No. I'm sorry my love. I'm sorry for letting you down, I'm sorry for forgetting to come to your dinner. It was important to you, so it should've been as important to me. You show love and devotion to anything I'm doing. Whatever I need, you help, whatever I'm passionate about you try to understand. I can't really understand, but I have to try and do better. And I will do better. You have my word." His apology broke down the last shell of your anger. You looked down, dark eyes leaving his.
You rubbed your legs together under the blanket draped over your lap while you ran a thumb over the back of his hand.
"You made me look stupid standing there alone. Everyone else had their partner with them. I told my work friends you would come." A confession, revealing your deeper feelings about the situation.
"I know. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to forget, I was just tired and I was very busy that day. If I could take it back, you know I would." His eyes found yours again while he planted a kiss to both of your hands.
"Can you forgive me darling?" He pleaded. He even pulled out the puppy dog eyes that you couldn't resist. You shrugged, a soft smile coming to your lips as you tilted your head in pretend thought. A smile came to his lips as well.
"I suppose. If..." You trailed off. The warm feeling was from his chest to the bottoms of his feet now, and he wanted to share some of that lovely feeling with you. He lurched forward, planting a soft kiss to your cheek. You giggled pushing him off, weakly attempting to escape his attack of kisses.
"If what?"
You smiled, before jumping into his arms. His body tipped over as you two laid on the couch. The smell of your perfume and body lotion, calmed him like a tranquilizer. His anxieties instantly assuaged as you nuzzled against him. You pushed up, arms holding you over his body and that mischievous grin that he loved spread across your cheeks. You leaned in close, whispering something into his ear.
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"So, this is your boyfriend. I hope your taking good care of my best employee." Your boss and his wife grinned widely, as you and Klaus mingled with them. Your plan was simple. Get in good with your bosses wife after showing exemplary work.
Give it a few years and you'll be in executive meetings. Too bad she only shows up to parties with her husband, the only way your boss would let a woman so close to him a professional capacity was if his wife approved. It wasn't easy to approach the two of them as a single woman before. But now you had Klaus, your ultimate weapon.
"Don't say that so loud, you'll get accused of favoritism." You giggled. Klaus gave his best charming smile and rubbed your back.
Your boss was pulled away into some other conversation, and with him went his lovely wife. You and Klaus were left alone, the warmth of his hand in your back along with the promise of professional success made you feel elated. The music around helped boost that feeling.
"Did I help make all your dreams come true or not?" Klaus grinned, leading you to a table of chocolate strawberries. After a full night of mingling and networking his head was probably spinning. He was never a big fan of this part of your life, but he's trying and that's what counts.
"Eh. I give it an eight out of ten. But seriously Klaus; thank you for putting this merger dinner together." You smiled up at him, the smile that made him realize it was all worth it.
"No problem. All it took was light compulsion and your company is bigger than before. And you did wonderful in all those meetings to convince everyone to get on board." He planted a kiss to your full lips, hands gently pushing one of your butterfly locs from your face. A smile spread from ear to ear at his praise.
"You look lovely in this dress tonight." He whispered against your ear. A strong hand pinched a piece of your bottom as you pushed him away.
"Relax. Just one more hour then we can go." You gave him a kiss to placate him before being called over by your manager. Your manager who was bragging about your incredible work on the last project you handled, the project that got you promoted.
"You've always been more of a people person." Klaus motioned for you to go, signaling to you that he's reached his limit with humans for a while.
"I won't be long babu." Before you left to gracefully joined the conversation.
All of this. The music, the groups of people admiring his girlfriend for her incredible work and strong hand in this company merger, your beautiful grin, the warm feeling in his body from your love and affection. All of this was worth swallowing his pride to truly apologize.
Kiara Carrera, my love. I truly do love her, but I know we would realistically never work out so here's a universe where we would work perfectly together.
Kiara Carrera x Black! Kook! Fashion Designer! Reader
Kiara and her girlfriend couldn't be more different. But they had one thing in common: they adore each other. Alternatively titled: Kiara almost cuts off a finger using your cloth scissors trying to make you a dress
Warnings: mentions of sex, smoking weed, nothing else but fluff and good times
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It was a strange thing, the two of you had going on. You loved shopping, traveling, sampling all the world had to offer, and enjoying everything your money could buy you.
Kiara, your girlfriend of eleven months, hated that shit. She hated the fancy parties you enjoyed attending. She hated seeing you and your girlfriends chatter mindlessly as you ate brunch, ignorant to the struggles of the world. She hated watching you come home from the landing strip in brand new Chanel shoes.
All of that, she could ignore because you yourself were so cool. You're sweet, you're funny, you care. You look at your wealth as a blessing and instead of mindlessly taking it for granted you actually appreciate it. Cleaning up the beach with her, meditating with her, seeing her friends as actual people instead of their economic status. Plus, you aren't a stuck up asshole.
She knew it wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault your struck out in the family lottery. It wasn't your fault you were born in one of the richest families in the country. It wasn't your fault that you had a passion for fashion and expressing yourself through your clothing.
And she couldn't complain when she was standing on the raised platform in your bedroom, being fit for a pair of jeans that were literally custom made for her.
She wasn't supposed to know it was JUST for her, but when she came by after school one day, she found the folder entitled Kiara on your desk. Filled with sketches and designs, photos of Kiara's past outfits. Sketches of Kiara that were drawn with a tenderness and love that Kiara's eyes couldn't miss. Each outfit fit with pocket for her many trinkets. Bags designed with custom dolphin and turtle designs that only you would think to add for her.
There was a contrast in all your designs for her, versus the designs for yourself. Difference in colors, fabrics, shapes. Still, each design in your sketch books were filled with love and devotion for your craft. Love and devotion for Kiara. The labeled folder was overflowing with the care you have for her.
And that brought her to today. A month before your birthday, just one weeks before your one year anniversary as well.
Your parents were throwing you a lavish party. Kiara hated these things but for her girlfriend she could suck it up and wear a dress. And you were over the moon with planning.
Kiara knows she would lose her mind if every second someone was in her face asking her stupid shit like; 'what fabric do you want for the tablecloths?', 'do you want hot pink or magenta trims on the flooring, or do you want to just move away from pink completely?', or 'do you want the cream vase with the sharp shape, soft shape, the white vases we showed you last time?', etc,.
She sat outside while you and your mother excitedly chattered about the party. Kiara sighed. She loved spending this time with you, but after a long day at work then with the Pouges, listening to you and your mom debate about different shades of green and blue was so draining to her.
“What’s wrong darling?” You asked, turning to face her, the Sun turning your eyes a beautiful shade of gold.
“I’m just…I have a headache. Can I go lay down babe?” She rubbed her thumb over your hand that laid on the table with your eyes staring lovingly into hers.
In truth, her headache wasn't just about the day she had. It was also about you. Mostly your birthday, your eighteenth birthday. What do you give the girl who has everything, who could snap her fingers and have literally anything? Hell, you even had your own business at the age of seventeen that was rapidly growing across the island.
Especially after Agatha when you were giving away clothing to the Pouges and made the newspaper. Sure, your parents weren't thrilled when the business they had been investing in was going through clothing with missing sales. But still, what do you get the girl who gave you everything your heart desired?
Hell even for her birthday you made one outfit for each year she had been alive. Bags for each outfit, jewelry designed for each outfit, 'K.C' or 'KIE' spelled out in different colors. When you led her into your work room and showed her the model displays you had set up, she cried. She cried because no one had ever done something so thoughtful for her.
She pushed open the bedroom door, flipping the wrong light switch at first. Your desk lit up and she saw it then. The answer to her burning question.
Her eyes drifted over to your x-acto knife stuck in a box. The Amazon box had a pair of brand-new cloth scissors that showed a cursive 'A' engraved into the box. And your old cloth scissors shoved under a pile of books on your desk.
Right where you couldn't even see them.
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The room was tense. The rest of the Pouges came over to pick the two of you up and were let inside by your mother who seemed distressed. Kiara was sat upstairs next to JJ as they shared a concerned look while you tore through your work room that was connected to your bedroom. You cursed as you tossed boxes and boxes of clothing, orders, ribbons, fabrics out behind you.
Cleo and Pope avoided looking at you, unable to look at you knowing the truth. John B and Sarah watched, more so Sarah, John B was hitting JJ's juul while JJ got himself sufficiently high.
And you were not leaving until you found what you were looking for.
Kiara felt her heart strings tug. It was hard seeing you so distressed. Especially when she knew where your scissors were. Tucked away safely under the couch at John B's place after she and JJ stole them so they could get to work on your birthday gift. It was even harder stealing one of your old mannequin dummies from your attic.
"Baby...baby it's fine. You just got new scissors yesterday."
"New scissors. New scissors, what are you talking about? Those scissors were for Angela, it's her birthday. I had to ship them out last night, so they'll be at our house in Ecuador in time for her party. I got them custom engraved. I couldn't leave them here. Not when there's clearly a thieving rat running around somewhere." You hissed as you threw open a drawer that hid a pre-roll that she felt you needed right about now. Upon seeing your scissors weren't in there either, you slammed the drawer shut.
"And I still can't find my fucking book!" You growled, pure rage rippling off your body. You didn't like when your room was messy and especially didn't like when your shit went missing. Considering you were so neat that you never lost a damn thing.
She didn't think you'd look through that old book from a few years ago. But then again you did love drawing inspiration from your past ideas.
JJ made a face of fear, his eyebrows lifting while Pope looked at the ground to avoid meeting your gaze and being turned to stone.
Ordinarily this wouldn't be a big deal, if you didn't just get rid of all your old cloth scissors in order to free up space in your workshop. She would've had better luck stealing one of your sewing machines, seeing as you chose to make your personal designs by hand.
"They'll turn up. I'm sure they will, for right now let's just go have a good time." Sarah came up behind you, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder. In this situation, it was best that Sarah prevented Kiara from breaking under guilt.
It was a group effort to break in while you were at the post office last night. By 'break in' she means use the spare key you had given her after she had a fight with her parents while you were visiting your aunt in Jamaica and when you came back you wanted to make sure she was never stranded again. You were just the sweetest thing to grace the state of North Carolina. Unless someone provoked you to anger.
Brushing your hands over your hair, you decided it was best to just give it a try later. Or in a while when Kiara was done with what she needed to rob her girlfriend for.
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"How did you start a fire?!" Kiara asked in irritation as Pope grabbed a nearby bottle of water to put out John B's little mishap.
"That's classic man, even I couldn't do that." JJ chuckled, while he fidgeted with the measuring tape. Kiara slammed down the scissors she had taken from your room two weeks ago. She finally managed to fix the breast of the top she was making and after many Youtube tutorials she was able to start with the bottom part of your shirt.
The idea struck her like lighting and JJ was on board the minute she said stealing. More so for the sake of friendship. All of them combined had a lighter, a pack of gum and $14.50. So now they had to get creative. And what better way to properly gift you something Pouge style that you couldn't get anywhere else?
Easy, by making an outfit that was Pouge style but still your style. And boy were they trying. They studied your old sketches; they looked through your Instagram and Kiara even brought over a pair of your favorite shorts so they could keep your personal style. But everyone couldn't agree on how to make certain things.
JJ had different ideas for your shorts and jacket. John B protested you wouldn't be caught dead in that shirt. Pope and Cleo insisted on adding a few hidden pockets in your bag. Sarah swore that you needed the slightest bit of edge to your outfit.
And as if Kiara wasn't your girlfriend who spent almost every minute of every day with you when she wasn't with them, apparently didn't know what type of clothing would piss you clear off.
Since your new scissors came in things were back to normal. Now she needed to keep her lips sealed (and also keep herself from letting you know where all those cuts across her fingers were coming from). They had to hand it to you. They don't know how you keep yourself from quitting in total irritation from how much work this took.
"Fuck all those orders, I wouldn't even give a piece of cloth away!" JJ snapped, as he threw down the tape after he decided he had enough. Even making your crochet back pack was getting to be too much.
"Stop! Make the bracelets JJ, come on." John B urged JJ to give him a hand with the little jewelry and trinkets they were making. JJ huffed, planting himself down on the couch and they went back to making the friendship bracelet with 'P4L' engraved on the side. Kiara grumbled in irritation. This was going nowhere. Weeks and all they had was a shirt and the makings of a pair of shorts with a smiley face stitched into the back pocket.
Cleo and Pope were in charge of your backpack, John B had been placed in charge of making your jewelry and trinkets after he stabbed himself in the stomach with a pin, Sarah was in charge of getting the things they needed that Kiara knew you’d go ballistic if they went missing. Like your sewing machine. Kiara was on your top and JJ was dutifully (with a strange amount of good work) building your shorts. How did you make seventeen of these for her?
Her phone dinged beside her as a photo of you two lit up on her screen while you called. Shit. Answering she cleared her throat and tried to hide her annoyance.
"Hey baby."
"Hi darling, what are you up too? I'm just calling to let you know I'm going to the store, did you need anything?"
Pope yelped, accidentally getting himself in the thumb with a pin. She sighed, watching him suck his thumb.
"Just some bandages."
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Kiara was smart. She is, even though school was never high on her list of concerns. She has good study habits too, and they came in handy while she watched you work on a sundress for your aunt Trina who messaged you with a request.
She admired your handy work, while you stitched lining into the bottom part of the underskirt. Should she buy a pair of the magnifying goggles you currently had on that helped you see better what you were doing?
“You’re hovering, stop that.” You bit out, as you pulled the needle through the dress.
“Sorry.”
You were always blunt when focused. When all your energy was going to something you had no more to spare on random kindness such as ‘baby can you please move if it’s not too much trouble?’. And she was being annoying.
Every second she found herself asking you something, seeing where she had made a mistake in comparison to what you were doing. She was literally over your shoulder, breathing down your neck (which would’ve had her irritated too), and making small comments about things. As you’ve told her so many times, being pricked is not fun and it’s harder when there’s someone leaning up on you.
She had made progress. The shorts were done, now they just needed to add some finishing touches just in time for your birthday next week. Then your bag had too many pockets though, which made things difficult but Cleo and Pope insisted it would come in handy. More so Cleo insisted, Pope agreed less strongly.
You carried the most weapons among the Pouges, so you needed the most pockets apparently. Cleo had her knife, JJ had his gun, you had a taser, bear mace, a hunting knife, and whatever else you could use to beat someone such as your phone when you slapped a security guard in the eye socket with it and they all had to make a mad dash for safety.
Cleo ran out of yarn twice, then when you noticed how much of your yarn was going missing you installed a padlock on your work room door and Kiara had to get you naked to steal the key after you fell asleep so she could make a copy. This was the hardest thing she’d literally ever done. Lying to your girlfriend really takes a toll. It was hard so see you smiling up at her, planting kisses across her cheeks, excitedly showing her new things and feeding her parts of your food when she was sneakily grabbing pictures from your sketch book to see a shirt you were planning to make.
But she’d make it through.
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The rip was disgusting. When Cleo tried on the finished outfit just to see how things were going, the under arms and the entire middle of your shorts ripped and so did Kiara’s will to live. JJ was currently ranting in anger about how fucked it was that you do everything for them and they couldn’t even manage a pair of pants and shirt.
And Kiara was starting to think John B had the right idea at first with a handle of rum and a little surf trip. But there was no time for tears when they heard you laughing from the door way.
“Hey Cleo, I can see your draws.” You chuckled, pointing at the split in her pants. Well, your pants.
From there it didn't take much, Kiara felt everything at once. Her throat started to scratch; her eyes started to burn like she got soap in them. Suddenly there was time for tears. A lot of them.
Kiara started to cry. Her hands came to her eyes to cover the tears as her face scrunched up, the room felt hot, and she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she was gonna puke. You stood there holding a bag of chips and an expression of total confusion. Her shoulders shook a little bit while she cried and all she wanted was to not be here.
Not be here, crying in front of all her friends and her girlfriend. Not in the room where the birthday gift she apparently couldn't make correctly just ripped. Not in the room full of your stolen shit that you vented to her about losing. Not in front of you, not when she just let you down so bad.
No one said anything, no one even moved. Birds stopped flying around outside, the waves on the beach probably stopped in the moment. Except for JJ who was stewing in disbelief.
"God damn it!" He snapped, his hat hit the ground and he rubbed his face with both hands.
"JJ!" John B protested. His hands stretched out, motioning to the crying Kiara as if to say 'not the time'.
"No, no! A month! It took us a month to make a shirt and pants, and they ripped! We basically got nothing done!" He fumed, storming around the room. John B opened his mouth in protest, before he shut it back.
"I mean...he's not wrong. And also, I would like to point out that she literally just walked in. The jig is up." Pope commented to Kiara's detriment. Everything they said was coming straight from Kiara's brain.
Through the tears and burning of her cheeks she managed to glance up at you. You were walking around the room now, hands gently brushing over the assortment of fabrics that were laid over the couch. The tips of your fingers glided over the sewing machine, index finger gently tapping the needle attached to the machine. You hummed quietly in thought before you felt the cool beads left in a pile from the creation of a friendship bracelet.
Were you mad? Were you looking at the old sketch book planning on how to rip into them? Were you planning on dumping her for stealing AND messing up the gift?
"Kiara."
Her body stiffened. It was like if she pretended, she wasn't there she'd disappear, you wouldn't be able to see her.
"Kie."
Your voice sounded closer now. She felt gentle hands touch her shoulders, before your face popped into her vision. You looked...amused?
Not angry, or cruelly amused. Just...amused. And most importantly, not angry!
"Kie, look at me."
Slowly the courage built for her to glance up at you. Your head followed hers, softly meeting her gaze.
A loud tear that made Kiara's stomach kick her heart suddenly focused all the attention in the room on Cleo. She was standing there in the clothes. The rip got bigger, revealing more of the shorts she wore underneath. The shirt ripped apart from the apart to all the way down the side of her rips.
"I'm gonna go take these off..." Cleo awkwardly explained, pointing to a door.
"It's..." You broke into a laugh that you tried to contain, and you cleared your throat.
"No, it's fine, don't worry about it." You said through that adorable laugh of yours that Kiara loves. Slowly the laughter progressed as you doubled over, hands still on Kiara's shoulders. When it calmed down you shook your head and muttered something about children's clothes.
"Baby, what is this?"
"It's, well it was, supposed to be your birthday gift."
"My birthday gift?" You let out a soft sigh and a smile as you looked at Kiara with some weird level of appreciation.
"Aw babe. You guys are really really sweet. And it looks like you guys did pretty well with the clothes. But..." You began, before Kiara jumped. She couldn't let an entire year with the girl of her dreams go just like that!
"Okay, I know we messed up and we shouldn't have taken all your stuff to do this but-"
"Babe."
"-we wanted to do something nice for you! You made me all those outfits for my birthday. You're a really awesome friend, and I really really love you so I wanted to give you something awesome and-"
"Babe."
"-we had NO MONEY, literally no money and we had no clue what to even get you."
"I wanted to get you some rum and take a surf trip." John B interjected, raising his hand. Sarah looked at him with slight annoyance from his side.
"Not the time." Sarah quietly pushed John B's hand back onto his lap while Kiara finished her panicked rant.
"So I was like, 'My girlfriend loves clothes, I'll make her some clothes.' but then we realized it is so much harder than you make it look."
"Kie, relax. I'm not mad." You shook her just hard enough to recapture her attention. It was like the sky opened up and shone a light on Kiara, because knowing her girlfriend still loved her was probably the best gift she could ask for.
"You're not? No offense but I was hoping the gift would make up for the stealing." Pope interjected, leaning forward on his elbows. Cleo nodded next to him, arms folded, and legs closed to cover up the massive tears in the clothes.
"No, it's fine. I mean, you guys tried! Granted it didn't come out the best, but you guys tried. I'm not mad, this was really sweet honey."
"So we're off the hook for stealing from your room?" JJ asked, pointing around the room at all your stolen materials.
"More or less, yeah. I can't be mad at this, guys, this is so sweet."
"Wait but we didn't even successfully make the outfit." Sarah jumped in, sharing the groups confusion. Everyone looked at you and Kiara standing in the center of the room.
"Yes, but you tried. But babe, I'm not mad at you. You showed up for me, you tried to do something really nice for me. I do wish you asked before taking all my shit and making me have to buy entirely new stuff but now I have a surplus so that's good?
Anyways. This is why I love you Kie. You show up for me. You might hate my friends and just about every other Kook I associate with, but you show up for me. And that means a lot. Because it means you really like me, you hang with me no matter what. You try for me. And I appreciate that." You planted a kiss to her forehead that made her cheeks tingle.
"Really?" The hopeful nature of her voice surprised even her. The side of her only comes out with you, not in front of all her friends. That side of her that loves you so much it scares her just a little bit is for your eyes only. Not the Pouges.
"Really." You nodded then kissed her softly on the cheek.
"And all of you are great friends. This honestly doesn't surprise me, I'd be surprised if it was anything else. You guys are my friends, and you tried to give me something for my birthday. This is general low on my list of concerns, I just really appreciate you guys trying to do something sweet for me." You nodded to your friends who were still watching in confusion.
"That's...that's really nice of you." Sarah breathed out, knowing she was partially expecting you to snatch all your stuff back and storm out.
"Don't worry about it." You shrugged the entire thing off, like it didn't matter. Which according to you, it didn't.
"So...now what?" Kiara asked while dabbing away some tears from her eyes. You wiped a few escaped ones from her wet face, and she clasped one of your hands in hers.
You hummed, before taking off your mini backpack and holding it up in front of everyone.
"We can have a seesh and watch something?" With funny eyebrows and a fake pouty lip, you made a face as if you were just throwing the idea out there knowing there was no way it wasn't gonna happen.
"Fuck yeah! This is why we're good friends, I love this girl."
"I love you too JJ. What are we watching?"
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A blanket was placed over Kiara's brain that let her feel safe in your arms. The movie played while John B and Sarah hogged the box of cheez-its, Pope and Cleo absorbed the movie on the couch. JJ was craftily sneaking his hand into the box of chips. You and Kiara under a blanket on the ground, back pressed against the sofa.
"Hey babe?" She called. You looked at her with a smile that could only be explained by the whisps of smoke in the air.
"Hm?"
"I love you." She snuggled closer to you, and you slid your legs under hers.
"I love you too!"
"So wait...what should we get you for your birthday?" Sarah asked suddenly, as if the memory of why exactly this happened just snapped into her brain.
"My birthday?"
"I mean, yeah we did all of this for your birthday. I just think we should at least figure it out. Your birthday's in a week." John B prodded, while everyone slowly turned their focus to you instead of the movie.
"Well...I don't know."
"There has to be something." Cleo's eyes ran over you as if she was trying to dissect what you could possibly want.
"Hm...well I don't really need anything."
"I wanna get something for you." Kiara nudged you, her knee hitting yours as you sheepishly scratched the back of your ear.
"Hm...maybe some coconut rum and a surf day. Oh and some pizza!"
Silence covered the room like a filter before John B shot up from the couch, abandoning Sarah who stared at you with her mouth wide open.
hey btw fictional smut is not real sex. since i know there's plethora of young audience here who reads thinking they need to be like the porn in fics, no you don't. let me tell you that tits come in all sizes and it's normal. sagging is normal. stretch marks, scars, hairy bodies are normal. strawberry skin is okay. hyperpigmentation in pelvic region is normal. not every pussy is light barbie pink. a vagina looks like a vagina; you don't have to be grossed out. most of the women can't squirt at all also can't cum with just vaginal penetration. 6 inches is big. always use protection. prep it before you put it in. don't ever try anal without lube and stretching. not everyone cums like seven times back to back. aftercare is important. and lastly for the love of god, do not ever try cervix fucking.
I want this white man in my guts, but I can't have that so instead we get this. Enjoy :)
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You two are horny, almost all the time. Stiles, who played with himself twice a day before you got together and who damn near couldn't keep his hand out of his pants at any given moment
I feel like being in the pack with Stiles would be so stressful but make the sex so worth it
Like, it would be really, really frustrating to have no one listens to him. And when Stiles get stressed, he tends to lash out physically. Even if it's just about something like where they should all get lunch that evening.
So, you always benefit
Like when no one wanted to listen to Stiles about something being wrong with Lydia's front tire, and then the car broke down on the highway, then he had to change the tire with Scott in 97 degrees under the California sun
That night, he came home and had one of your legs over his shoulder while he whispered degrading words in your ear that had to shaking responding to ever nasty thing he said with an affirmative
Noah always knew Stiles was a bit more...excited than some teenagers. The last time he borrowed Stile's laptop, he almost had to bleach his eyes. He just didn't need to know about his son's preferences and now he just knows way too much. And since then, he hasn't been able to look at Stiles the same.
He always hoped that Stiles's delusions about sex wouldn't hinder him in a real relationship, but the noise canceling headphones he had to buy said otherwise.
You just looked so nice! When you came in for the first time, charming and sweet, he was sure that Stiles would have to try being normal for a bit. Then he came home one night and heard a moan that had him scared he'd be a grandfather soon.
No one expects you two to be the way you are. Except for Scott, he's been subjected to hearing Stiles's insane thoughts about you for the past two years since you transferred in the school. Like that time, they ran into you at the mall when you had on biker shorts and the minute you turned to walk off Stiles went from sweet, cute Stiles, to scaring the crap out of Scott with how badly he was describing his need for you.
And you were no better. Your friends were damn near victims. Hearing about how hard you fucked yourself while thinking about Stiles, seeing you turn into an entirely different person whenever he was close by. Why you wanted this guy to throw you around like a rag doll was a mystery to your friends. I mean, sure they knew he was handsome. You just had thoughts about Stiles that would kill a nun.
Honest to God, I don't know which one of you is worse. It's probably Stiles to be honest, you do egg him on though.
You don't care where you are, you want him real bad sometimes. Even if that's in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night (y'all are dying first in a slasher movie for sure) and you two are supposed to be investigating something. You'll push him against a tree, before you're making out and unbuckling his belt. He can't exactly argue when the feeling of you giving him a handjob through his boxers is making his head spin and his tip leak. Somehow you try end up dry humping (BRING BACK DRY HUMPING) before your entire body is shuddering, and Stiles is gripping your hips with his eyes shut while he stains a pair of his boxers.
Your werewolf friends have had the misfortune of hearing you two. No one, and I mean not one of them, needed to know that you like being choked. Or that Stiles liked being bitten. You two don't do stuff in front of people, because that just gives creep so that's not the move but it's not your fault half of the town has supernatural hearing. Honestly at a certain point they should just stop coming over at night.
There are times when you two are apart and can't go at it for a while. Stiles will beat his dick raw; the man is addicted to you. He's obsessed. He's pathetically rewatching videos of you two. You deepthroating him until your eyes are red and teary. You bouncing on his cock while scratching down his abs. Him eating you out while you urge him on with moans of his name. Oh, and the videos of him hitting it from the back with a hand tangled in your braids while you squeal moans of approval. It doesn't help that you both have a really high sex drive so he's basically getting laid every day then has to go to getting absolutely nothing for probably months. It's also worse because he's madly in love with you and sex helps him feel so close to you.
If you're smart forget about it. Stiles is smart but he can't focus at all. You help him by studying with him, and Stiles could listen to you talk literally all day. Then about three hours in he's focusing on your lips and the way they pucker just a bit when you bite the inside of your cheeks to focus. Somehow, he ends up slowly kissing you until you're laying down. Then oops! He's eating you out while you expertly deep throat him with your hips wiggling from the stimulation.
To cut a long ass story short, y'all are freaked the fuck out, that's it. And neither of you want it any other way.
I kinda need to see JJ Maybank x absolutely unhinged kook reader. Specifically season one JJ. Like if you think JJ’s bad wait until you see her, she chokes him out during sex. I need to see JJ Maybank with a woman who doesn’t even try to fix him, she knows he’s perfect and there’s nothing even close to wrong with him. And compared to her, JJ is an angel!
How can his anger issues even come close to hers? They can’t, simple.
And she knows the rest of the pouges but she isn’t anti-kook, who would realistically hate being rich. Really think about it.
But because JJ and Rafe could be literal parallels of each other, if JJ likes you, Rafe has some twisted obsession with you.
Really really follow me here, it gets a little crazy. At first, like in the first season he naturally scorns the idea of you because he’s Rafe Cameron and he doesn’t need a girl. But season two, when he’s all over his weird family obsession thing he sees you.
You’ve run in the same social circles your entire life, your families are on the same level. You would be perfect. When he takes over everything, you would just fit right in beside him. He thinks, you two would have a kid or two, and live an amicable married life.
Too bad he’s disgusted with you dating JJ. You’re part of one of the most prestigious families on the island, not to mention some mainland business he never cared to look in on, but you’re a big deal. Hanging out with a kleptomaniac with mental issues. It was weird to say the least.
Until one night, at a party he discovers exactly what JJ sees in you. And what it is, is that you are also insane.
You get into a fight with your dad, something about your mom. Then you black out, in the middle of this fancy party, and you just flat out tell him that you’ll kill him if he keeps playing with you.
Your eye is twitching, you’re just staring at him with such rage and defiance that it’s truly inspiring. And Rafe just falls in love but he’s never going to admit that.
You’re bugging out in the middle of this party, and no one even knows what to say. And then you just snap back. You snap right back to reality, straighten your spine and just leave. You leave and no one sees you for weeks.
Except for JJ who has been climbing in your bed room window. And has been applauding you for finally telling your dad what to do with his fancy ass words. And also has been getting you really high. And has also been having sex with you while really high. It’s been a great time away from society.
Rafe hasn’t been having a great time without you though, he couldn’t stop thinking about the intensity of your stare when you told your father what you were going to do if he kept it up. He even giggled and blushed a little when he recalled it.
But what could Rafe even do? You aren’t his biggest fan, JJ wouldn’t even let him close to you. There’s like no chance of him home wrecking this relationship which he would so love to do but mostly it wasn’t worth JJ drowning him in some violent rage because then Rafe would have to kill him and then you’d really hate him. So he was stuck, thinking about you and how you looked like if it wasn’t for all those people watching you, you would’ve gone farther than a threat.
Maybe it’s because Rafe has his own complex feelings towards his dad and what not but seeing someone else at a party who was also so far removed from reality, who was clearly also struggling with their place and their own mind but had enough of a grasp on herself to chose to leave was so…revitalizing.
JJ loves you, no matter how ‘evil’ you are. A totally different level. But you aren’t evil like psychopath, you’re evil like no one else understands you.
No one understands how deeply you love and feel things. How these deep feelings drive you to do and say crazy shit. And why should you have to change? Whoever is lucky enough to receive how much you love and feel is blessed. And JJ was ecstatic that you loved him. That you cared for him, that you feel so strongly for him.
You’re an unhinged messed, literally a wild card pulled straight from the deck. And JJ loves you.
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This is just an array of thoughts. I need to see JJ with a woman who understands him, because I really feel like my man is so misunderstood sometimes. Anyways, bye for now!
Hello jenny honey. Could u pls do a storm from marvel rivals inspired reader for mark grayson . Literally queen with her king 🥰🥰
Hey sexy of course I can! These are gonna be short headcanons, because I have to get through a lot of other requests and I'm trying to stop them from piling up.
Mark Grayson x Black! Superpowered! Reader
Warningss: none, just a lot of fluff and good vibes
Notes: hi everyone! I'm sure we all know the legend herself, Storm but if anyone needs to know she has weather-based powers, along with some magic, she just has so many powers that I can't fit them all in here but she's actually so goated. Also you and Mark are in like third year of college so 20-21. Mark is still a drop out but you're still chasing that degree. We love an educated woman! Unless you didn't go to college, we still love y'all.
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⚡️Y'all are the couple. Period. The love you have is too mature to be just cute. It's deeper than just cute with y'all
⚡️You're a hottie, Mark was honestly humiliated by how much he liked you considering you ignored him at that bar you met in. The finest girl on Earth to be honest. Your white hair, the natural curve of your hips, the deep rich color of your dark brown skin, the way you walk with confidence, carry yourself with such magnitude. He's so down bad.
⚡️Mark loves flexing you. He's never not hype to say that you're his girl. He drops it as many times as he can into conversation when you first start going out.
"Yes, my girlfriend will have this item right here."
"My girlfriend will also have a coke with that."
"Oh, my girlfriend's not paying, just give me the bill."
⚡️You find it so amusing but honestly Mark doesn't care he's going to flex until the day he dies.
⚡️He does it so much it gets him distracted
"Mark we know she's your girlfriend, lets focus on surviving maybe?" Eve asked, rolling in the giant hamster ball that they somehow got trapped in.
"I'm just saying my girl would never let us get caught in something like this. She's so much smarter than me, I swear I'm not exaggerating. She's like...super smart."
⚡️If anything can make you feel better it's your boo.
⚡️When you're having a terrible day and dark clouds are brewing wherever you go, Mark always brings the sunshine out. He makes you smile, and I mean smile hard. He has you CHEESING. I mean it's randomly hot outside because of how much you love him and the Sun comes out in full force.
⚡️Sometimes it's not global warming it's just you laughing with your man
⚡️You two talk about each other all the time, your friends clown you. You say Mark's name all the time and your girlfriends clown you for it sometimes. And Mark is always getting shit on for flexing on you every ten seconds but neither of you care.
⚡️ You are his safe space. Mark endures a lot of pain. He goes through so much, and when he disappears for three weeks straight it means he's going to need some sweet loving when he gets back
⚡️You always have love for him. Always there to cuddle up with him, to affectionately pat his head, to plant kisses on his skin and whisper soft words in his ear to tell him how he's your man and the only man for you. You love him, you're not going anywhere
⚡️Mark can be goofy with you, he's silly as hell but he also knows something else. He knows that you tend to hold yourself to emotionally high standards. You keep yourself chill because you have too but Mark always gets you laughing. It's not on purpose, he just brings out joy in you by being his dorky self.
⚡️ You have a bad habit of letting the little stuff get you down. Mark will adjust to anything if it helps the situation.
You have a headache, now it's down pouring, and you feel really bad? There's nothing some advil and a good nap together can't fix.
You got pissed off by someone at work and a storm cloud followed you around no matter what? Mark is there with a soothing back rub and giving you a safe space to explain your emotions.
⚡️Mark loves sleeping beside you. He just likes having someone there, and you are the best someone in the world to him.
⚡️Mark likes to do your hair. You don't let him do it often because your hair is so important to you. You serve looks and body no matter what. You could shave your head bald right now and still serve looks so hard the Earthquakes. But you do love your white curls and strive to care for them.
⚡️However, the feeling of Mark touching you is so soothing. You've fallen asleep while he was gently detangling your hair, the feeling of his calloused fingers massaging oil into your scalp is like melatonin. The man has magic hands.
⚡️Since you two have started dating, he's been adopting little parts of you. You're a baddie, so you have some different requirements.
⚡️He has to carry your lip glosses and stains in his pockets, he holds the camera on his phone up for you to use as a mirror, keeps an eye out for any losers who think they have a chance and don't take Mark standing there as a sign to piss off, carries an umbrella with him everywhere. The normal stuff.
⚡️Something Mark loves about you is your maturity. You're a grown woman. You pay your rent on time, your car note is always paid, them utilities have never been turned off on you, and your credit score is better than Mark's entire future. He's used to being with girls who are still a little childish (this is not Amber slander, never gonna hate on my girl) so he likes that about you. It's different but he loves it.
⚡️You're teaching him how to stand on his own two feet as an adult. You have loving parents of course, but you're at that age where you're starting your own life. Mark has never been on his own. He's always had to be responsible for everyone but never really learned how to be responsible for himself.
⚡️Mark wasn't perfect when you two met (you weren't either) but that's part of a relationship. Helping each other grow. Mark eventually starts feeling frustrated about his life. He has a steady income but it's hard.
⚡️He feels a bit like a loser sometimes. His friends have cars, drivers' licenses, can shop for their own groceries, are shopping for apartments. Even getting pets. Mark is 20, dropped out of college, Oliver is old enough now where he isn't even purple anymore, he's still doing the same thing he was at 18. Dropping his life to save other lives.
⚡️You notice his little funk, so you decide to step in because if there's one thing you gon do it's take care of yours. You call him up one day and tell him you're thinking of moving. Your real estate agent is gonna come by and show you around some places, he should come with you.
⚡️You said this while putting up new pictures in your apartment by the way, you aren't moving anywhere. But you fly over and pick up Mark. You two walk around looking at all these apartments while Mark skeptically tries to figure out what's wrong with your apartment for you to suddenly move.
"This looks just like your old apartment without the balcony. Why are you moving again?"
"Hm?"
"Why are you moving?"
"Oh you know. Just a change of pace. Moving my life forward. Hey, look at this! There's a washer and dryer in here."
"Right."
⚡️He's suspicious by the third apartment. Mainly because he knows he just helped you put a new dresser in your bedroom and buying new furniture for your old apartment isn't exactly 'moving my life forward' behavior. However, he can't say he doesn't appreciate you.
⚡️But he is gonna bait you into confessing. Later that night when you're eating pizza in your apartment.
He's lighting a candle on your coffee table while you put down coasters for your drinks before he clears his throat, interrupting the ambience of the show in the back ground
"So, babe."
"Yes baby?"
"I'm...I'm feeling a bit bummed."
You stop, looking at him with concern. You put down your paper plate, before propping your body on the couch with your elbow on the top of the couch. You rest your head on your palm, using your free hand to touch his hand that rested on his thigh.
"Why?"
He sighed, leaning back in the couch and letting his head dramatically fall backwards.
"You're about to be on your second apartment. I still live with my mom. My full-time job is being Invincible, but you're about to graduate. And you know maybe school wasn't for me but I still don't want to live at home forever. I just wish I had someone to show me what to do."
Meanwhile you're looking like you're about to burst. He sits silently before you sigh and drop your shoulders.
"Okay. We weren't apartment shopping for me today. We were kind of apartment shopping for you today. And I know you didn't ask but I hate seeing you in such a slump. I just want you to...you know maybe start your own life. I'm a superhero too but I have a life. You can afford it. You can't really do the same stuff you can from living at home. You can't get crazy drunk, you can't really come and go as you please. And you need to learn how to take care of yourself! Like laundry, and bills and grocery shopping-"
Before he's placing a hand over yours. He stops your ramble before you can explain till your face turns blue.
"Thank you."
⚡️It's full steam ahead from there. You don't believe in babying men, but Mark wants this. He wants to be his own person. Sometimes he needs a little help but eventually he gets the hang of balancing being an adult and being Invincible. And no, you don't let him move in with you.
"But we could save on rent!"
"And probably break up from you fucking up basic house chores. Baby you need to learn to live on your own. You're a great man already but you need to be a capable one. You've never been on your own but now you have too."
You scolded while shoving his tired face away off your lap and tap on the screen of his laptop for him to go back to viewing apartments.
⚡️Mark loves that you think before you act. You two love each other so much that you'd jump at being around him all the time. But you think it through. You aren't here to baby a man. You aren't here to hold him down. And you aren't going too either. Mark appreciates you so much and appreciates how you're helping him live his life. Without you he would've been too scared to start.
⚡️When he does get an apartment, you get him a nice plant as a house warming gift. You help him unpack and you two spend the rest of the night eating chic-fil-a on his living room floor and listening to him figure out what comes next.
⚡️Mark's your biggest fan! He's at your graduation front and center. He's hype, he's recording, he's wearing a matching outfit with whatever you have under your robe.
⚡️Oh he's a good cook by the way. Hell, he can make the best bowl of cereal in the world.
⚡️On a side note, public perception of you two is a bit funny. You're well known in your field of choice. You're a smart, independent, successful young woman with a bright future ahead. And Mark's your boyfriend who as far as anyone knows is unemployed, lives in an apartment who everyone assumes is paid for by his parents and does essentially nothing all day. They're wrong but you can't tell your coworkers that
⚡️The short answer you give when asked about him is 'he makes me happy'. That's enough for anyone. As it should be, because who are they to be in your business?
⚡️You two are a powerful, loving couple. As superheroes and as regular people. Very much girl boss x male wife but the male wife is just as strong. You two are very much a perfect match. You show Mark how to take life seriously. Not just his life as Invincible but to take his life as Mark Grayson seriously. He's always there to support you no matter what.
⚡️It's real mature love around here y'all.
(I'm randomly tempted to write a one shot about you adopting a cat and the two of you taking care of it together. That's all. Goodbye!)
That's for sucka ass whites who cannot relate to anything they haven't experienced outside of their tiny, wee, itty-bitty world yet, and PoC who just feel hotter and better when they can rub up against whiteness - like a flea bitten dog on rough wood.
Keep that Remmick back story shit out of the main tags. We don't give a fuck.
Jenny babe it's okey . Life just gets stressful, don't push urself to deliver a Masterpiece when you're under so much pressure . Focus on urself first. We'll still be here . Sending lots of love ur way . 😘🩷❤️🧡
Thank you friend, this made me feel so much better. I love you twin, thank you for the kind words <3
Jenny bestie hear me out . Reader with the personality and powers of shadow the hedgehog 👀. So she would be an anti hero that refuses to work with anyone but has that romantic tension with main mark grayson . While invincible is trying to convince her to turn over to being a full hero , cecil and the guardians are trying to take out reader but are always failing to do so cause ain't no way they're reaching the ultimate life forms level of power 🤭 . So like basically like headcanons of mark trying to get reader to turn over to the good side while she's basically trying to kill the guardians and cecil losing his mind over not being able to control her .
Hiiii! I loved this, thank you for the request! I hope you can forgive the delay, I've been crazy busy but I'm trying my best lol. Anyways, this is going to be a mix of angst but mostly lighthearted cuz I've been writing way too much serious stuff later. Thank you for the request <3
Warnings: making out, slight angst, homicide attempts, fluff and good vibes, you've literally never been normal a day in your life
Note: Amber and Mark broke up before he goes to see the Thraxan's because I say this all the time: man, stealing is never the move. Also, you were created in a lab here (hence the whole ultimate life form thing) so you don't know everything about yourself, but you escaped to live your own life.
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📯 You and Mark know y'all wanna make out, it would be safer for everyone if you just did it
📯You don't get along with anyone. You're more of a reluctant ally. You help when it serves you. Mark helps when he's nearby, he's gotten better at letting other heroes handle it.
📯But when you do stir up trouble, Mark unfortunately is who they call to try and arrest you. He always fails, of course. He can't physically catch you, and when he does grab you by pure luck and speed then you get terrifyingly strong and put belt to ass. You don't even have to fight him all the time; you just always end up doing so
📯Lowkey they call Mark because the GDA knows you always get distracted by Mark even if you don't know
📯 You can literally escape at anytime but the opportunity to be close to him (even if it’s in a battle) makes your heart beat just a bit harder for some reason
📯 The trash talk? Oh my god, it's amusing to you both and you both like it. Your mouth is more reckless though, so you tend to say crazier shit than him. He loves hates when you explain why he can't beat you for the tenth time in a month.
"You ready to go to jail?!"
"Fuck you, you can't arrest me! I'm the ultimate life form!"
📯 The news is sick of y'all. The Guardians are sick of y'all. The GDA is sick of y'all. William and Eve are sick of y'all.
📯 When you two do get to team up, you both know you like it. You like working with someone who won't sell you out. Mark just likes you. But the other thing is, you only talk to Mark.
📯 When you all went to Mars, you kept your words minimum. Not like your usual sly comments. Mark was so ashamed to realize that he liked you not giving the other heroes the time of day. You kept everything to a brief five words or a 'hm.'
📯 You go back and forth with Mark, and Mark only. Like that’s the only person whose had a kind of conversation with you
📯 Your only actual issue with Mark is that he’s insisting on seeing the good in you. You aren’t exactly an evil person. You’re just more for following your own rules, and you also don’t trust the government.
“See? You can be good! You’re really good at it.”
As you’re carrying a group of wailing and coughing children out of a burning building.
“Their children.” Was all you said, and that was explanation enough.
📯 You don’t really like people. You don’t play nice with others. It’s not exactly your fault. But you tolerate Mark
📯He eventually is able to get you to not mind being around others. You even said 'hello' when walking into a room, but you blamed on being in a good mood for once.
📯 Slowly but surely you two were making progress. Baby steps as they say. You sat next to Rex one time and he went entirely still to avoid somehow irritating you into getting up. You're kind of like an unfriendly cat but when you are friendly it's the best feeling ever
📯 You're even getting along better with Cecil!
📯 You stop just walking out when he's speaking to you
"Piss off. I don't follow your orders."
Before you're skating out the door.
📯 Now you let him talk and just ignore whatever he's saying. Literally everything was great-ish. You and Mark weren't attempting to kill each other every other week; he's kind of like your safe space when you don't want to hang around randoms anymore
📯 Until you had some personal business to attend too, which led to you getting shot with a giant laser. But you're the ultimate life form so that beam felt like a mild sunburn to you.
📯 You aren't stupid, obviously Cecil fired that canon at you. He swore it was an accident "we weren't trying to hit you!" but that didn't really matter to you when he was dangling over the edge of a building
📯 That homicide attempt was an accident. But you don't take threats to your life lightly. It did nothing to you, except singed a few of the red streaks in your dark curls, but you still didn't appreciate it. PLUS the blue haired priss who followed you all the way from your home escaped with her life. You were going to have to see her again thanks to Cecil's interference. Safe to say, you were not pleased
📯 You stopped any type of heroism. Not because of a personal vendetta against the people of Earth, but you just couldn't trust it. Everything was a set up to you. You even stopped talking to Mark.
📯 The man was hurt. He couldn't even call you, he just missed you. You weren't his girlfriend. He shouldn't want to see you, shouldn't want you sitting next to him on a roof top after an arrest. He shouldn't want you the way he does, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.
📯 He missed you. He thought about stopping by your apartment. He thought about appearing in front of you under the cover of darkness and telling you how he feels. But you've been so on edge lately that he knew the second you laid eyes on him things would be different.
📯 Your sharp eyes wouldn't soften just a bit like they usually do. Instead, they would go wide with rage, you'd think it was a set up. He doesn't know your favorite food, your favorite color, he doesn't even know why you call yourself the ultimate lifeform.
📯 But Mark does know you. He knows how when something gets in the way of what you believe, you don't take kindly to it. He knows you stand for what you think is right. Knows how your nose scrunches just a bit when you think something is ridiculous. He knows your beautiful, and knows you know that your beautiful. The way your ruby irises follow your own reflection in mirrors is telling.
📯 And he knows after almost a year of knowing you, when you get paranoid or antsy it's best to leave you alone. So he does, he leaves you to your own devices for you to cool off. You clearly need sometime but you aren't getting that since your back on enemy terms with the government.
📯 It also didn't help when you caught Cecil spying on you, in revenge you attempted to curb stomp him, but Immortal decided that was the time to run a fade. He was quickly silenced, along with Black Samson. Mark's never seen someone use another person as a bat to slap another person, but he was impressed
📯 The girl he liked was currently at war with the government and his friends. Mark was choosing to stay out of it, plus he had to run. Off to save the Thraxans BUT those two months of absence were not fun for you. He saw you before he left though
"Why would I care that you're leaving?" You asked, brushing through your wet curls and spraying leave in conditioner into the plats. He watched as you used your fingers to distribute a hair mask through your hair and rustled through your hair products for a scrunchie.
Mark sighed, leaning against the fire escape of your apartment. For a crap hole building, you fixed it up really nice. It was a crap hole, but you were a pretty good thief. Good enough to steal appliances and furniture enough to cover up the state of the house. He's pretty sure you let your landlord keep living as a form of rent.
He was standing out there, under the stars outside your bedroom window. The brick and glass separating you two felt almost poetic. He would've stayed all night if there wasn't a spaceship waiting for him just five miles away.
For once you were at peace, and you looked so beautiful just calmly sitting and doing your hair.
"I don't know. I know things aren't great between us right now. But I...I don't know. It didn't feel right for me to leave without telling you."
You paused, biting your lip as your red eyes glanced down at the vanity you were sat at. For a moment he imagined you two were different people. Not Invincible and the anti-hero fans have taken to calling 'Streaker' (a name you have no solid opinions on), but Mark and the woman he wants to be with.
"When are you coming back?"
A beat of silence hung through the night. Wind pushed Mark's hair around his head, and the wind pushed through your window and rustled some random receipts on your dresser.
"Soon."
The sharpness of your eyes glanced over to Mark through your mirror, and you swallowed hesitantly. Eyelids fluttered shut before you recomposed yourself like nothing happened despite your obvious dissatisfaction with the lack luster answer.
Your fingers now brushed through a red portion of your hair, applying the cream to it before you finished the final braid and placed a shower cap over your head.
"Try not to die in space."
📯 Mark knew you'd get into it 10x worse with the GDA and everyone. No matter how much they insisted the murder attempt wasn't on purpose, you insisted they should've minded the business that pays them.
📯 Tells Cecil not to provoke you in the meantime.
📯 Mark was right, things got worse. You almost had to move due to how much they were spying on you. The other heroes did not like you; you were a loose cannon to them.
📯 You don't miss Mark (you run by his house sometimes on the way home just to see if he's back, you live the entire opposite direction)
📯 The only person who kind of understood you was gone. 'Soon', turned into two months. Why should you care? Mark wasn't your boyfriend.
📯 You've never imagined what it would be like to wake up next to him. Never thought about ditching all the bullshit and living somewhere peaceful together. Never had a strange dream about having a baby together (or a nightmare where he cheated on you)
📯 OH MY GOD YOU'D FLIP YOUR SHIT IF HE 'CHEATED' ON YOU
📯 You're 100% the jealous type over a man who you aren't with. You aren't the type to purposely disrupt his relationships. That's desperate and it NEVER gave that. But you smile just a bit when he fights with his girlfriend before they broke up.
📯 You want Mark to be happy of course. But if it can't be with you, then is he truly happy? You feel bad, it's selfish and you know it. You can't help it though. You two can't be together. You go after something when you want it, but you know who and what you are. You liked Mark too much to risk bruising your ego over a rejection that big
📯 You woke up pissed off for a week, you had a dream he hooked up with some alien broad with three boobs while he was up there and that's what was taking him so long.
📯It didn't matter how much you steeped in your own rage; you couldn't exactly yell at him. And you wouldn't have the right to do so either.
📯You were gonna beat his ass when he got back, how could he disappear for two months? Didn't he think about you? How could he leave you on this planet with a bunch of losers and people you hate for so long? Didn't he know your thread of self-control was already weak? Didn't he know he kept you under control? Didn't he know you needed him??? How could he! (you're literally delusional but it's okay because Mark is delulu over you too)
📯You're mad until you physically see him. You totally planned on whopping his ass for cheating on you in your dream and leaving for two months. But when you saw him, all you could do was nod in acknowledgment of his safe return. In your language you basically just hugged him
📯He appears on your balcony again. But this time things are different. You ushered him into your window.
He looks perfectly out of place. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he stood on the hard floor of your bedroom.
"I'm back."
"I can see."
Then nothing. Mark took the silence to notice something: he never realized that you were really soft on the inside. Well he knew. But right now, watching you paint your nails and inspect your toes, he was coming to an understanding. You were a normal person sometimes. And Mark was attracted to that version of you too.
"Listen, I'm sorry I was gone so long."
He wanted you to be mad at him. To grab him and yell at him just how badly you missed him. He found himself thinking of you every day, dreaming of you every night. You haunted his every moment. The memories of simple conversations, the few times you violated one another's personal space.
In addition to mentally missing you, he had been bone crushingly sad which he feels is fair considering everything he went through in a simple two months. So late at night, he imagined seeking comfort from your body.
Soft touches, eyes meeting, maybe a cheeky grin from you, something more.
"I kept myself busy." you informed him while you took a bite out of your hamburger that sat in a wrapper next to you after capping your nail polish, dragging him out of his dreams of you.
"I heard all about it. You didn't need to blow up that GDA truck you know, I don't know how you accomplished that."
You shrugged but he could see the devastatingly attractive glimmer of pride in your eyes.
"Like I said, I kept myself busy."
📯Now y'all know I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. So, I want to talk about the real romance between you two
📯Mark watches your back. He knows he can't hug you or catch you if you're falling. He can't even imagine you initiating a hug. He's not a touchy guy anyways so it's okay with him that you aren't hanging off of him. But Mark always will have your back
📯He knows you're the ultimate life form even if he has no clue what it means. But he doesn't miss the look in your eyes when he blocks a boulder flying at your head.
📯You get him gifts that aren't gifts. Essentials we'll say. He's bleeding heavily from the nose? You're stuffing tissue up his nose (albeit a bit roughly) before going back to whatever you were doing. He's hungry on a mission? You'll share your last snack with him. He's acting like a man dying of thirst? You're grabbing water from the closest convenience store and handing it to him soundlessly
📯You aren't great with Oliver at any age. When he's a baby you don't know what do with him, he seems to think your glowing red eyes are squishy toys. When he's toddler, he's a smartass and you're not loving it. But you do care for him, you just don't know how to show it.
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
"Oliver!"
"They're in my head, there's nothing wrong with them." You dismissed him while fighting a scowl. For a five-year-old he has a lot of question.
📯"Why are you so fast? Are you faster than Mark? Are you faster than my dad? Do you have a dad? Mark never said you have a dad. Where is your dad? Are you a mom? Are you and Mark dating? Have you two mated yet? How old are you? Can you teach me how to be fast? I'll teach you how to fly! Can you fly? What exactly are you?"
📯Before Mark or Debbie tell him to knock it off. You answer most of his questions though. A few you don't exactly know the answer to, so you just do your best with him.
📯Debbie doesn't know if she likes you. You're not Mark's girlfriend but she isn't blind, she knows her child.
📯The second he sees a beautiful black woman who would rather die before being walked over he's gone.
📯She doesn't judge you; she just can't really get a read on you since you rarely speak. Mark insists you're just nervous about meeting new people. You speak when spoken too but even then, it's hard to get a real sentence out of you.
📯BUT that all changes when you get hit with a car for Mark. A literal car flying at you through the air. You could've dodged it, sure. But you pushed Mark out of the way and the car landed on you with only your skates visible. Your legs flailed around comically, and you angrily told Mark to watch out for himself when he freed you a second later
📯Any woman who is willing to take a hit like that for Mark is alright in her book. She wants Mark to man up and ask you out already.
"She got hit by a car for you!"
"Mom, it's not like that. I don't want to freak her out, of course I like her but..."
"Don't be a scaredy cat Mark!"
"Shouldn't you be asleep?"
📯Okay now for the real juicy stuff: the relationship
📯You confess to Mark one day. Neither of you can get drunk, your body burns through it too fast, and Mark's body will heal him quicker than he can blink.
📯You're comfortable together. Comfortable enough to sit in silence together while everyone celebrates together. Eventually you even let him slightly touch you. No where close to hugging but you do let your skin touch in proximity
📯He wasn't paying attention, but you were stewing in what seems like anger all day. He's the only one who can handle you like this, so you sat with your arms crossed in agitation
"I want to go home." you scowled with the redness of your eyes intensely glowing like hot embers.
"How about we stay for a while, then I take you home." He soothed gently, rubbing your arm but it did nothing to calm you down.
"Why?!" You exploded and Mark jumped at your sudden outburst. The entire room went silent. You looked around, anger and embarrassment flooding your face. Mark wasn't having the greatest time, but it was still nice to get together with everyone.
"The fuck are y'all looking at?" Before you hopped off the couch and with a streak of red light you were gone.
He followed because you have him hooked. He's never been fast enough to catch you; you tell him all the time he never will be. BUT you do seem to like flowers. He's found you in flower patches before just on a lazy day, lying around doing nothing. He's found you in a specific one in the woods by your house just a few times. The little clearing helps you clear your mind.
When he does find you, you're angrily pacing back and forth on a little worn path. For once not running. You stop once you hear him land behind you.
"What." It came out as a sharp snap, without facing him.
"What's wrong with you today?"
"Nothing's wrong with me. Go away."
"You can tell me."
In a rage you spun around eyes darting around as if looking for something to throw at him in an attempt to repel him. A frustrated huff crossed with an angry shriek was his answer as.
"What the fuck! Just tell me what's wrong, why are you being so difficult?!"
Your shoulders rolled before you stalked to the edge of the clearing with your back to him. He followed because like I said you have him whipped girl.
"I like you. I like you so much it pisses me off! We had a shit day, I got stuck in a sewer drain then you wanted to go hangout with everyone, why? I don't like them people, but I like you and wanted to make you happy. But honestly, I can't force myself anymore, okay?! I can't do it! I can't stand this shit!"
That was the most he ever heard you speak.
"We don't have to hang out with everyone."
"Don't patronize me. Fuck off." You laughed, your voice raw with what sounded like forming tears and your eyes now a dimmer red.
He floated over to you, where you kept your arms wrapped tightly around your body. You fought his arms, his affections. What, did you think he was about to hold you then laugh and say sike?
His eyes followed your face as you squirmed from the warmth of his hands.
"We don't have to hangout with anyone else. I just want to hangout with you."
📯From there you've been insufferable. It's so yucky. You literally don't care about anything else.
📯Remember how I said Mark isn't a touchy guy? I lied. He wasn't touchy before you, but he really REALLY likes touching you. He's always touching you, it's so annoying (you want to live in his skin but you have to stay nonchalant)
📯He's holding your hand, touching the small of your back, forcefully laying his entire body over yours while you try to nap, he might even lick the side of your neck for the fun of it.
📯You hate it (lie) but you get used to it. You even held your hand out for him to hold it once. Hell, you once opened your arms for a hug and he almost bawled.
📯Here's the crazy ass thing: when Mark gets you used to the touching then he can't get you to stop. He can be trying to shit and you're holding his hand
📯Even on the battlefield when you're supposed to be staying focused you were staring at him with those big red eyes.
📯Mark gets to see you being soft and normal and he's fallen deeper in love with you
📯When you wake up from a nap (after being able to sleep with him in the room) and your eyes are so sleepy and soft. You don't want to get up, and you're dragging Mark back into bed with you muttering something like 'no not yet'. Before you put on your makeup, without the sharp wings of your eyeliner, when you remove it and your face has a dewey glow of your skin care
📯Oh his favorite is when you're sleeping. He gets to look at you as much as he wants without you telling him to cut it out.
"What."
"I'm looking at you, I can't stare at my girlfriend?"
"No, what the fuck?" Before you're crinkling your face in disgust and rolling over so he can't look at you anymore.
📯But when you're sleeping, you're so cute. You're face smooshed against his chest, the red of your bonnet slipping (before he adjusts it) to give away to a streak of red hair in the front of your hair under the covers of black hair. You drool just a bit even though you'd never admit that though. You also sleep talk a little and he records it once. If he shows it to you, he fears you'll go feral
📯You like to climb on him. Only in the privacy of your bedrooms. Like if he's sitting, you'll climb onto his lap or neck.
📯You feel safe enough with Mark to be semi-calm with him. You still don't talk much but Mark can really get you talking. You try to fight it and keep it cool, but you just love him. You love him so much that your true self comes out
📯You even laugh, a high-pitched squeal that only comes out when you're truly happy. He always makes you laugh. In fact, you laugh so much that you almost got smile lines from the sheer amount of joy you felt. He's just such a good boyfriend.
📯He's there for you, understands that you don't feel the need to explain where you're from and doesn't push you, doesn't really want to know why you keep running fades with some random blue haired girl
📯Mark supports you no matter how many time's y'all fight he more so just cheers you on
📯You don't give a fuck about other people, you worried about yourself and your man that's it. He could be telling you the hottest tea and you'll fall asleep
📯It's so bad you'll be so out of the loop. Like you know nothing, and you don't care, you just listen because you want to listen to whatever he says even if it's in one ear and out of the other for you.
"Oh my God, I forgot to tell you. Robot cloned himself from Rex because Robot, who wants us to call him Rudy now, likes Monster Girl. But Monster Girl looks nine, literally looks like a little kid and he wanted to crack that, but he says it's okay because they're biologically the same age now? I don't know. I just feel like seeing a nine-year-old and wanting to hit that is so weird even if you're mentally the same age.
Stealing the DNA of a grown man because you think a girl who looks like a little kid likes him is crazy as Hell-"
Before you just pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Can we go back to making out? I don't care about this."
And he's so down bad for you that he has the dumbest grin on his face.
"Okay." With literally the biggest smile on his face, you love the effect you have on him. Then you two are touching each other everywhere. Literally everywhere, you never noticed how big his hands were before they were down your panties, and his fingers were inside of you.
📯Oliver hates how much you two 'mate' it's so gross. You two wanted each other for the longest time, now that you have this man you weren't going to waste the chance to rub up on him.
📯It embarrassed you so bad to not only want someone but ALSO want someone to do crazy shit to you
📯Mark wants you so bad too but you're both pretty busy. Well Mark is, you chose not to partake in society, but you have your own stuff that you do when he isn't around. But that does not stop you two.
📯It doesn't stop him from coming up behind you and pressing his boner into you, running his hands up your stomach and over your breast.
📯Ironically y'all do not have fast sex. I know the whole super speed thing makes it seem like you two would but you two love each other and want to spend as much time together possible. Privacy is very important to you two as well, so there's nothing going on in public. You want to enjoy it, not feel like it's just a cheap fuck and that's it.
📯Mark is just happy he gets to touch you. But no, he also wants to be gentle with you. He lets you take the lead because it makes you comfortable. He's just a man at the end of the day. He's happy to just lay with you. And he knows giving up power freaks you out.
📯So, if that means taking great pleasure in you setting the pace when he does sometimes want to go as fast as he can and watch you lose yourself, he also knows intimacy is a big step for you
📯But you do go fast sometimes. It just lasts long. Lots of screaming. You've gotten noise complaints.
📯He holds you afterwards. He rubs your back but doesn't say much. Over time you get very used to just taking it easy. More comfortable talking about your feelings. But after something like sex where you've just shown him every single part of you, he isn't gonna push you to do something you've just gotten used too. There is comfort in silence.
📯If you did speak or lash out after sex or maybe during then it meant you were upset and needed to talk it out. But Mark knows the less you say the better you're feeling after something like that.
📯Similar to how you two got together. Comfort in silence. Silence in sitting together, feeling each other and rubbing each other's soft skin until someone falls asleep. Usually, you first then Mark follows after making sure you're comfortable.
📯All in all: you two love each other. He's crazy over you, you're crazy in general. It works! You guys are the most sickening couple, you don't care whose around or what's going on you're gonna keep being a hater and stunting on these hoes.
📯You struggle with PDA, at most you'll hold hands, or he'll have his arm wrapped around your shoulder in public. Mark understands and he doesn't need to stick his tongue down your throat in public.
📯You try to get along with everyone a little better for his sake, but Mark knows you have a mutual dislike with almost everyone. Mark doesn't care either. You get along with William, his mom and brother, that's all that matters. Those are the people Mark would take with him on a desert island, he doesn't want no one else out there with him.
📯You become more of a hero instead of anti-hero because Mark won't let you hang vilians upside down in the name of good until police could arrive.
(Okay this is getting way too long y'all so we're gonna pack it up. But I would totally write a short story about this couple. Like a little day trip and when you two finally hold hands for the first time in public. That would be so cute.)
📯Ultimately, Mark loves you. He loves how you refuse to play nice, how you refuse to be something you aren't. He also knows better than to push you. You've been through it of course, but he knows you're trying. For his sake, you try, and he appreciates that. He loves you; he supports you, he's there for you no matter what.
📯You love Mark so much. He keeps you grounded; he doesn't take your anger to heart. You're push people away from fear, but Mark is glued to your sight. You couldn't pry him off of you with a crowbar. He accepts you; he gives you the love you need. You appreciate how he doesn't try to force things with you. He's supportive but lets you figure yourself out and everyone needs that sometimes. He's your safe place, you're his favorite person in the entire world.
