This Big Ol’ Dino Obsessed Bean Stalk Will Forever Have The Largest Spot In My Heart 😭

And with this I have officially entered my blue beetle era 🤤

Insanity

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Your lack of sleep makes it seem like you're going insane, then again, your boyfriend has an alien inside of him...maybe insanity makes sense.

Warnings: reader has emotional distress, description of skin and flesh? mentions of sleep deprivation and male genitals, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE! there's also some light SMUT but it will be labeled by 🦋 so you can skip if you want and must be 18+ to read!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Second part? Umm hell yeah! I gotta go see this movie again cause I wanna see Jaime wink wink. Thank you for all of those who reblogged the last part! If the smut confuses you, be aware that I'm a whore and my page mainly consists of smut. Please make sure you're 18+ when reading and enjoy! 💕💕💕

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“Where could he have possibly gone?!” you ran your fingers over your hair, tears streaming down your face as Miliagro tried to comfort you. “What the hell was that thing?” you shook your head, dumbfounded.

You had been standing, staring up at the hole in the ceiling for the last few minutes, completely dumbfounded that your boyfriend was somewhere up there. You were in hysterics compared to the rest of the family.

“Amá is calling the police, I’m sure we’ll find him,” she rubbed your shoulder, tears streaming down her face too.

A few moments later, your heart rate spiked up the moment a loud crash was heard in the dining room, the already collapsed table now housing your fainted boyfriend who was completely naked.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, hand over your mouth as you ran over to aid him but he awoke abruptly, incoherent words escaping his lips. About to stop him from moving to prevent any injury, you felt your face heat up when he stood up.

“His huevitos!” Rudy shouted, the rest of the family’s breaths hitching before Rocio and Nana started reminiscing about Jaime’s childhood. 

You stepped forward, trying to give Jaime some concealment but he pushed passed you, entirely dazed until he crashed on the couch.

“Ten, tapaló,” Rocio handed you a blanket and you quickly covered him. That’s when you all realized what was on his back. 

“That is the grossest thing I’ve ever seen,” Millie gagged beside you and you frowned at the sight of the bug fused into his back.

~

You sat at Jaime’s head on the couch, Nana waving the vapor rub in front of his nose. You combed your fingers through his hair, the smell, and your touch slowly coaxing him awake. 

His eyes opened, body jolting in shock to see all of you sitting around him. “Where?” his brows were furrowed and he stared down at himself, realization growing on him and being confirmed by a peek under the blanket. “Oh god,” he gaped, shooting up from the couch and keeping the blanket wrapped around him.

“Jaime, wait,” everyone called out, following him but he shrugged everyone off, going into his room.

“Follow him and tell him,” Millie pushed you forward and you got the message as you managed to slide into his room before he slammed the door shut.

“Jaime,” you called out, a smile forming on your face when you saw his bare ass, unable to help yourself. “You need to know something,” you wrung your fingers together, staring at the glowing blue fusion on his back. 

“Hang on, Y/N, I can explain everything. It’s all fine, this is all normal,” he struggled to put clothes on, mainly muttering to himself. “It’s all good,” he laughed, shirt in his hand as he walked over to you, a humorless laugh escaping him as he grabbed your shoulders. “I missed you,” he inhaled before leaning in and kissing you.

You were taken aback by the sudden gesture, but welcomed it nonetheless when you recalled how worried you’ve been about him. 

“Jaime,” you said when he pulled away, licking your lips as you opened your mouth to continue. “Look in the mirror,” you exhaled just as he pulled his shirt over his head.

He paused, doing as you said, his eyes widening when he got a look before a scream left his mouth.

“Just breathe, okay?” you hurried towards him before he panicked even more. “We’re gonna find a way to fix this, okay?” you grabbed his shoulders and he seemed to calm down a bit before you engulfed him in a hug.

“We’re gonna fix it,” he repeated, arms slowly wrapping around you. “I need to find Jenny”.

~

“That’s Cesar to you!” Rudy shouted at Jenny after she became the reason the Taco was ruined. 

You were all sat around the table after Jaime had driven off to go find Jenny to explain everything. You weren’t too pleased he left so suddenly, worry still raking through you from the day’s earlier event. You kept your anger under wraps, thankful to Rudy for laying it on them. 

A few moments later after hearing Rudy cry about the damage done to his truck, he came back in, fury still bubbling in his words. 

“I can’t believe you did that to my truck, after everything,” he cried. “This is all your fault,” he pointed at Jenny. “First, you put a bug inside my nephew and now my truck?!” he screamed, shaking his head.

“Wait, what’s he talking about?” Jenny darted her gaze around the table and Jaime sighed. 

“He means this,” he said, turning around and pulling his shirt over his head so she could see the blue and purple bug glowing along his spine, his flesh pink in the areas it fused to the creature.

“Oh my god,” the family shouted, Milagro gaging at the sight. You on the other hand had grown a quick immunity to the sight, your face straight as you stared at it.

“I’ve seen worse,” you and Rudy said at the same time and you shared a glance for a second before Millie butted in.

“Where?” she furrowed her brows. 

“You don’t want to know,” you said at the same time again, your gaze narrowing at him.

“What the hell is this thing?” Jaime pulled his shirt back down, leaning over the table between you and Jenny.

“It’s a scarab, given to my dad when I was a kid. It’s some type of world-destroying weapon,”  she shrugged, the sight of defeat written across her face aware that this news was not one taken well by the family.

“Great,” Jaime inhaled deeply, hands running through his hair as he walked into the kitchen.

“So did you know this was going to happen when you handed it to my brother?” Millie asked, shooting daggers at Jenny. 

“No! I swear I didn’t. The scarab isn’t activated by any person, it chooses you,” Jenny elaborated. “So that means it chose you,” she turned to Jaime, a look of disbelief on his face.

You were sitting silently beside everyone, arms crossed over your chest as you took in the information you were given. Emotions trickled through you, you were sure you’d experienced all of them at least once today, but hearing the words come out of her mouth, you couldn’t help but crack your stoic face and double over in laughter.

“That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, you’re joking,” you managed between laughs, the family sparing glances at each other and Jaime placed a hand on your shoulder to check on you.

“Ignore her, she hasn’t slept since yesterday. Night shift,” Millie excused you.

“Are you sure she didn’t get the alien inside her? Seems like she’s going insane,” Rudy butted in, twirling his finger by his temple to say “cookoo”. 

“Ay, Rudy,” Rocio waved him off. “As you can see she’s a little out of it from the lack of sleep”.

At her statement, the laughing stopped and you straightened up, composing yourself with a clearing of your throat.

“I’m not out of it,” you defended. You were sure you slept a good hour this morning. “I’m just finding it a little hard to believe that there’s an alien inside my boyfriend’s body, bonding to him as we speak,” you exhaled. “It’s insane!”

“It’s okay,” Jaime reassured, his other hand coming up to massage your shoulder. “You said it chose me, so how do we make it unchose me?” he asked, turning back to Jenny who had a look of softness cross over her eyes as she stared at you two.

“I’m not sure. But if I can get access to the proper technology, we can figure out a way,” she claimed. “I just need a key. It’s located at Kord Industries though,” she said, face falling. 

“I have a way in,” Rudy said. “Come on, cabezon, we’re gonna get that thing outta you,” he pointed. 

“Okay, Jenny, Rudy, and I will go. You guys stay here,” Jaime said, mainly looking at you.

“Are you crazy? I’m going with you,” you shook your head, standing up to meet him.

“Y/N, you haven’t slept since yesterday. You should sleep,” he cupped your face.

“I’m not tired,” you pulled away from him. “You’re insane if you think I’m letting you go out on this without me,” you argued. “I don’t want to miss this,” you frowned. “You have god-knows-what inside you, I should be there,” you reaffirmed, glancing at the floor.

“She’s right, mijo,” Alberto sided with you and Jaime let out a defeated sigh. 

“Okay, let’s go,” he agreed.

~

The former Kord Estate was a magnificent abandoned haven. The secret passageway entering Jenny’s dad’s lab was insane and other-worldly. Nothing about this day made sense and you only hoped there was a cure so you could get on with your lives. 

After Jaime decided a better fit of clothes would be preferred, you followed him and Jenny upstairs. You were both shown into an empty bedroom, presumably a spare one seeing as it had no personal touches added to it. 

You were staring out the window while Jaime was in the bathroom when Jenny came back with a blue tracksuit be she left, a kind smile on her face as she departed. The door shut behind her as Jaime walked from the bathroom.

“I have accelerated healing,” he brushed his fingers over his cheek and you sent him a puzzled look. “Look,” he walked closer to you to show you his perfectly unbroken skin that was red and cut only a few moments ago.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “This is still too insane to believe,” you pressed a hand to your forehead, shaking out a laugh and your boyfriend smiled before pulling you in for a hug. “Does it hurt?” you asked, referring to the scarab.

“Not really,” he shrugged before he pulled off the muscle tee, leaving him shirtless in front of you. “It looks bad, but to be honest, it feels,” he paused for a second. “Normal”.

“That’s something then,” you wrung your fingers together, trying to sound as supportive as you could.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, alright? We’re going to get it out of me,” he rubbed your arms reassuringly and you sighed. “I love you, you know that?” he rubbed his thumb along your cheek and you nodded. 

“I love you too,” you recited. “It’s weird,” you added, glancing around the room. “The silence,” you tilted your head, able to hear nothing. “I’m now realizing I haven’t had a moment alone with you since you got back,” you chewed on your lip, cheeks heating up.

“I mean, we’re alone right now,” he suggested, a knowing look washing over his face.

“I want to savor it,” you nodded, staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

“You can do whatever you want, mi amor,” he traced patterns on your hip with his thumb. 

“I really do need the distraction,” you licked your lips, gaze falling to his lips. 

“Same here,” he swallowed. 

“I think we have time,” you added, hands coming up to wrap around his neck softly. 

“We definitely do,” he agreed, one of his hands sliding underneath your shirt. 

🦋

With that, you both leaned in, pressing your lips together in a soft gentle kiss, one filled with desperation but screamed all the reassurance you both needed.

You ran your fingers through his hair, his hand squeezing your hip as he pulled you closer.

Living with five other people in a small house wasn’t as fun as it usually was. You shared a room with your boyfriend’s sister, your boyfriend was in another city for four years previously, and now that he was back, your schedules never coincided with your night shift. To keep things quick, you and your boyfriend rarely have sex.

His hands ran over your back, one hand finding its place on your waist while the other snaked up to cup your jaw. Your moans vibrated against each other as you pressed your bodies together, closer than before.

You pulled away, guiding Jaime to sit on the closest chair before you straddled his lap. Your kiss resumed as his hands glided over your ass and under your thighs while you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on his curls. 

He made a move to take off your shirt and you followed through, leaving you in your bra until you got up quickly to shimmy your sweatpants off. 

“Fuck,” Jaime threw his head against the chair, frustration laced in his tone. 

“What?” you frowned, pausing in your movements. “Did you?” you led on, gaze dropping to his crotch. “It’s okay if-,” you shrugged, disappointment in your voice but his eyes shot open. 

“No! Not that,” his cheeks tinted with pink. “We don’t have a condom,” he explained, and you tilted your head up in realization. 

“Oh,” you said. “Well shit,” you exhaled. “So much for a distraction,” you bent down to pull your pants back up before you sat back in his lap, head resting against his shoulder. 

“Soon, baby, soon,” he mumbled into your hair as he placed a kiss.

🦋

You smiled, reaching up for a kiss before a knock on the door was interrupted. 

“It’s Rudy, I’m not coming in cause of last time, but we need y’all downstairs,” he shouted through the door and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the thought of last time.

“We should go,” Jaime said once you heard Rudy’s steps fade away. 

You agreed, getting up to move and letting him change before you opened the door. Your boyfriend stopped you though, hand wrapped around your wrist, you glanced at him expectedly.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he said and you grinned.

“Me too”. 

~

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GAH 😫 THE CONTACT NAME CHANGED 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️THE DEVELOPMENT 😫😫

highlights! ⇢ peep the new contact name for gojo ⇢ shoko and maki have laid off pestering y/n about gojo's possible crush on her but still fully believe in it ⇢ gojo has y/n's coffee order by heart since he tends to get her coffee nowadays

author's note! ⇢ the luna and angus wallpaper is my fav ever so cute <3

꒰ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ꒱ ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

PART TWENTY SIX | NEXT

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sticky notes | kuroo tetsurou

summary: normal roommates might communicate through text if their schedules don’t align right? well, not you and your roommate. how do you two communicate? sticky notes :) pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: pure fluff (srsly, rlly cute tooth aching fluff) you’re both in college; kuroo still plays volleyball for fun with his friends; y’all never see each other until now oop length: 6.2k words (lol whoops) a/n: i suck at summaries im sorry but this is just a really fluffy kuroo fic and pls enjoy!! it was fun writing this in bullet format and lmk if you like it!

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⌈ 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 

𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 ⌋

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : as a single parent, you struggle to play the role of mother and father for your son. However, you don’t have to stress for too long when the same pro hero your son adores comes to your rescue in the most unexpected way. 

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : prohero!kirishima x singlemother!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; agedup!kirishima ; mutual pining ; domestic!au ; your son is too precious for this world ; ren likes playing cupid ; kirishima is the man ; dad material kirishima ; husband material kirishima ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 :

𝟘𝟙 | 𝟘𝟚 | 𝟘𝟛 | 𝟘𝟜 | 𝟘𝟝 ✔︎

𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨 :

⏤𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰 

⏤𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 

⏤𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨 

⏤𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⏤𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : you’re a normal hard working person that loves to bake sweets and treats. Upon finding success in your sweet selling business, you can finally move into a luxurious apartment, where you meet the daughter of an explosive prohero, who makes your life all the sweeter.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : proherosingledad!bakugou x nextdoorneighbour!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; sweetmaker!reader ; bakugou is bad at feelings ; his daughter is so sassy ; but she’s also very sweet ; and has an incredibly big sweet tooth ; bakugou is doing his best to be a good dad ; you help balance him out ; mum material reader ; husband material bakugou ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 : 

𝟘𝟙 | 𝟘𝟚 | 𝟘𝟛 | 𝟘𝟜 | 𝟘𝟝 

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : after a one night stand with a beauty that effectively has his heart racing abnormally fast, Denki finds it impossible to keep you out of his thoughts for an entire year. When he finally makes the decision to find you, he’s shocked to see that you’ve grown more beautiful since the intimate night you two shared. However, what shocks him more is the little baby boy in your arms with familiar blonde hair and gold eyes. 

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : prohero!kaminari x singlemother!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; one night stands can be a good thing ; unknowingfather!kaminari ; you are a successful beauty ; you are a bit stubborn though ; kaminari is full of surprises ; dad material kaminari ; first words mean a lot ; husband material kaminari ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 : 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : even on his off days, Sero still acts like the great hero he is. And now that he’s a proud uncle of three, he happily helps return the most adorable looking twins he has ever seen back to their equally adorable mother, unknowing of the multiple future chance encounters that further intertwine their fates. 

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : prohero!sero x singlemother!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; prohero!sero ; singlemother!reader ; you are so hard working ; your twin babies are so mature ; twins adore sero ; sero has such a soft spot for your twins ; sero makes everything better ; sero is the best uncle ; dad material sero ; husband material sero ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 : 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

⌈𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 (𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘪𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 - 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.   

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴’ 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵

𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 ⌋

A baby? — gojo satoru

Gojo Satoru x wife!reader

Request: Gojo’s wife tells him she’s pregnant for the first time.

tags: husband!gojo, pure fluff, some crack??? brief mention of smut.

note: Gojo was never mentioned to be the heir, however, he is in this au. Also, this is my 1st time using self-insert, I hope you like it!

[Gojo’s one-shots: like father, like son part1, part2]

"What if it's positive?"

"Then you will have a baby."

"And what if it's negative?" you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

Shoko sighed, "Then, you won't have a baby," she responded, pulling out another cigarette.

You hummed in reply, still seated on the toilet, your gaze fixed on the pink pregnancy test in your hand.

"However, I'm sure it will be positive," she added. "You and that idiot have been putting in so much effort for a baby."

"W-We are not," you stammered, face turning red.

Shoko raised an eyebrow as she lit her cigarette, "Everyone heard you. You and Gojo have been breeding like dogs everywhere—the school dorms, the classes, the toilets, and even on missions."

"Hey! We didn't fuck in class!"

"Yet," Shoko replied.

Your eyes widened as you looked at your bestfriend before bursting into laughter, "It's just... Satoru has been rather excited since our wedding day."

"You mean he's excited about not having to use condoms again," Shoko chuckled, but her humor met your silence. She gazed at you, noticing your face downturned, a smile disappearing as you stared at the test.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," you replied, trying to hide your uneasiness with a small smile. However, she wasn't convinced.

"It takes a few minutes; looking at it will only make you more nervous," she said, snatching the stick from your hand and putting it on the counter. "Now, tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed, "I'm scared it will be another negative test and disappoint them."

"Who?" she asked.

You looked up at her, "The clan's elders."

"Continue."

"Merely a month after the wedding, they began forcing me to be examined every time we visited, to confirm if I'm pregnant or not. It's been five months now, and there's been no success. They are growing frustrated. I've seen them, Shoko, casting disappointed glances and whispering behind my back, questioning whether I'm fulfilling my duty..." You struggled to hold back tears, hands trembling as you clutched your head, breathing heavily. The ordeal extended beyond mere tests. They were relentless in their pursuit, dragging you to doctors who pried into the most intimate details of your body and marital life, questioning your fertility as though it were a commodity to be measured and assessed.

"Hey, take deep breaths," Shoko said, throwing the cigarette, and kneeling in front of you.

You followed her advice, gradually calming down.

"Is Satoru aware?"

"No," you replied, shaking your head. "I didn't want him to be at odds with his family."

"You are doing wrong by not telling him. His family arranged your marriage at a very young age and now expects both of you to give them heirs immediately."

"But it's my duty to the clan, I owe—"

"You owe them nothing," Shoko said, cutting you off.

A surge of frustration fueled your response, "You don't understand, they raised me!" you snapped, the words escaping before you realized what you had done. "I'm sorry!" you said, looking down at your lap. "I don't know what to do."

"Do you want your child to be raised like you were?" she asked.

As you were about to reply, she turned and looked at the pregnancy test, "The results are showing, however, I won't give you the test until you answer. Do you want your child to live the same childhood you experienced?"

You looked into her eyes, memories flooding your mind. You realized you never had a single choice for yourself—your clothes, food, education, training, even the way you spoke and walked. Everything was meticulously chosen, molding you into the perfect wife for their heir. If your child were to be a precious girl, she would likely face the harsh label of disappointment, forced to endure the same struggles as you did, destined to be pawned off to another clan. On the other hand, if it were a son, he would likely grow to be just another puppet in their hands.

"No," you shock your head, "I don't want that for my child. I want them to have choices, to be free."

Shoko nodded, handing you the pregnancy test, "Then let this be the first step in taking control of your own life and your child's future. Your child deserves better, and so do you."

You took the pink stick, and there they were — two lines.

Turning restlessly in bed, sleep avoided you. Thoughts of tomorrow loomed on your mind—being forced to go to the clan's compound, enduring their judgmental looks.

Your hand instinctively went to your flat belly, feeling vulnerable. You didn't want your child around them. It was your child, not theirs. You were the one nurturing and growing it. You wanted to protect it, to shield it from anyone who wants to claim your baby.

You felt two strong hands encircling your waist from behind as Satoru pulled you against his chest. Nuzzling his face into your hair, he inhaled the sweet scent of roses, leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder up to your neck.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he murmured.

You froze as his hand gently rested on your belly, questioning if he was aware of your pregnancy. Two weeks had passed since you found out, and you hesitated to tell him. Fear gripped you at the thought that once he knows, the clan will know. However, time was running out, and soon the child's heart would form, he would sense it.

You swallowed hard, replying hesitantly, "Nothing."

Satoru hummed softly; he knew something was off. Gently, he took you by the waist and turned you to face him.

Even though you were now looking at each other, you kept your face nestled against his chest.

"Tell me what's bothering you, doll," he asked.

"I told you it's nothing," you whined, snuggling closer to his chest.

He didn't fully believe you, but he remained silent, knowing that you would eventually open up. Pulling you even closer, he allowed you to rest your head against his chest, his fingers tracing your back smoothly.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened as the words left your mouth. "Pregnant," he whispered, the realization sinking in—the love of his life was pregnant with his child.

Suddenly, he heard sniffles. He looked down, seeing tears streaming down your face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

You cried harder upon his words. Having no choice, he pulled himself up and brought you to his lap, cradling you against his chest.

"You are not happy," you said, between hiccups.

Satoru started to panic, "No, I swear I'm not... I'm just surprised."

"You have been fucking me raw for months, why are you surprised?" You glared at him.

He chuckled, "Well, It's your cunt clutching around me every time I try to pull out, doll."

A small smile played on your face, "Shoko said that too," you pouted.

Satoru laughed, wiping the tears from your face and kissing your cheeks, "Well, she's right."

You looked into his eyes, surprised at the unusual calmness. It was a stark contrast to the childish behavior of your husband, "Are you truly happy?" you asked, nervously biting your inner cheek.

"I am," he replied with a genuine smile, his eyes gently lowering to your belly. "Can I?"

You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on your flat belly. Giggles escaped both of you as your eyes met. You yelped in surprise as he gently pushed you down onto the pillows, kissing your belly affectionately before placing his head against it.

"Hello, little one," he whispered. "This is your papa."

A genuine smile graced your face as you lovingly caressed his hair. However, the reality began to sink in at that moment—your husband had found out, and with that, so would his clan.

You swallowed hard, "Would you be disappointed if it's a girl?" you asked, tears gathering again.

"Why would I?" he replied in confusion, looking up at you.

"Because... because your grandfather wants an heir. A male heir."

"Then that old man can create his heir by himself," he said. "Whatever the child is, I will love it the same.”

"But the clan..."

"Fuck the clan."

"This is not a game," you said, panic rising within you. "It's a child, a human being, and we are only eighteen. Heck, we haven't even finished school yet."

Satoru kept his gaze fixed on your face before speaking, "We are fucked."

"We are," you said. "Do you regret it?"

"Never," he replied.

Both of you laid in silence for a while, gazing at the ceiling, your hands clutching.

"I don't want them to raise our child," you confessed, finally voicing the haunting fear. "I don't want them near our child."

Satoru’s mind flashed with memories of childhood. He knew he wouldn't have kept his sanity if it weren't for you—his sweet wife—by his side since youth. He was the miracle, the strongest, the possessor of both limitless and six eyes, yet never seen as a child. His deepest desire was to live a normal childhood—to play freely in the park with his parents, to be tucked into bed and kissed goodnight by them instead of servants, to play in the mud with other kids without them being afraid of him.

"We will leave," he said, turning his gaze back to you.

"Huh?" you questioned in confusion.

He pulled you closer, his hand caressing your cheek, "We will leave the clan and never turn back."

"But we can't—"

"Yes, we can. We are the strongest; they would never manage to stop us," he said. "I want our children to have a normal childhood, and they will have it. Please say yes."

You looked into his eyes, searching for hesitation, but found none. With a nod, you agreed, "We will leave. But," you paused, a smile showing on your face, "I want a cat and a small house."

Satoru chuckled, "Anything you want. What else?"

"I want a small white house with a big garden so our child can play, and a porch for Shoko to smoke in it."

Satoru hummed, his hand returning to your belly, caressing it gently.

"Two rooms. No, three! One for us, one for the baby, and one for Shoko."

"What about Suguru?"

"He can sleep on the sofa," you sneered.

"You cheeky thing," Satoru said, towering over you and placing kisses all over your face. He then looked into your eyes and leaned his forehead against yours, "I will get you the moon if you ask me."

You smiled warmly at him and asked, "Do you think we will be good parents?"

"I will be the best father," he declared loudly.

You rolled your eyes, "You don't even know how to change diapers."

He winced at your words, followed by an awkward chuckle, "Suguru can change them." 

note: this was supposed to be a short drabble, but I couldn't help myself. I hope you enjoyed it anon!

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE 🥺

Hiya! Hope you’re doing well! Checked out some of your work, and absolutely loved it! You’re an amazing writer.

If you’re still taking requests, what about a fluff/comfort with Angel Dust x reader? Like reader helps take care of him after the shoots with Val and one night, Angel returns the favor by taking care of reader after a rough night?

omg of course! Love Angel so so much.

i hope you enjoy and thank you for your ask and your patience on this!!!

warnings: mention of abuse, physical abuse, it’s angel and he works for val and val sucks in the show… so that’s this. val sucking-not in a good way but in a bad way.

some nights were harder than others and you could always tell when it had been a hard shoot day for angel. he’d walk into the hotel, his shoulders drooped a bit, his hair just a little bit more floppy and his eyes always had these shadows that seemed they would never leave.

this night wasn’t a bad night, it was a down right horrible night. angel came into the hotel, and quickly made his way up the stairs and to his room. you watched as he spoke to no one, and quickly got up to follow him. you walked through his door at the end of the hall, only to be greeted by a shirtless angel, a bruise forming across his ribs and a few cuts on his arm.

“what the fuck happened to you?” you asked coming closer, stopping when angel backed away.

“i don’t need ya help. get out.” he muttered, an icy tone slicing through.

“your bleeding. i’m not leaving until i bandage you.” you say plainly, grabbing the first aid kit and sitting on his bed. he glares at you and you see his black eye. your face darkens. “what the hell did he do?” you ask, not saying his name like it was a bad omen that could call him back to angel.

“nothing i can’t handle.” angel responds back, crossing his arms and then grimacing at the pain. you watch him, waiting for him to finally let you help him. this game of cat and mouse happened every time until angel finally gave it up.

angel sighed and then sat down next to you. you quickly moved, kneeling between his legs as you bandaged his ribs, working on his arms next, treating and bandaging the wounds there. he played with your ears as you did so and each time the treatment you put on would sting, he’d yank your ears a bit, gasping with the pain. he murmured his apologies each time and each time you whispered that it was okay. finally, you got something cool and had him hold it to his eye and helped him lay down in a comfortable spot.

you deposited the first aid kit in his bathroom and came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. you gently combed your hand through the tufts on his head, as angel finally cried. each cry punctuated with a gasp because of his ribs. your quiet shushing and gentle touch calming him down u til he was finally asleep. you settled fat nuggets in front of him and laid down in front of him and fat nuggets, between angel and the door, ensuring whoever came in would see you first but that you could intercept anyone who might’ve wanted to come in. angel was always there for you and you were glad you could be there for him.

_________________________

many times you taking care of angel or vice versa was always returned. this time the reciprocation happened quickly as two days later, you were helping with some of the cleaning and renovations for the hotel. alastor had been in a mood all day, and finally snapped. you just happened to be the first one he laid eyes on, so you were the one who got the verbal assault.

“can you do nothing right?” alastor asked coldly.

“w-what?” you whispered, this being the last thing you want to deal with, and the last thing you could deal with today.

“you are incompetent. how many ways does it need to be said?” he asked, and at that point it was enough. tears flooded your eyes as you stood there and he continued to berate you, until angel came up, dropping off something nifty needed and heard alastor talking at you.

“no. no. we’re not doing this. cmon.” angel said taking you with him as you were still crying.

“i was not done talking, angel.” alastor exclaimed as angel led you away.

“welp, ya are now smiles!” angel said, glaring at alastor. “learn some fucking empathy and then maybe it can be a longer convo next time.” angel quickly takes you to your room, grabs your favorite stuffed animal and a bottle of water and sits you down on the bed.

“i’ll be right back, okay?” he asks and you nod, still hiccuping slightly. angel comes back quickly, with snacks and your favorite movie. your eyes widen as you see the snacks and the movie.

“movie night okay with ya?” he asks. you nod and settle back on your bed as angel hops up and sets the snacks between you both, taking a sip of your water. he pulls you into him and squeezes. “don’t let things that ahitty people say get to ya doll.” he murmurs. “you’re doin’ jus’ fine.”

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

🥰🥰🥰

Going to the Hero Awards with Katsuki for the first time:

You and Mina had been doing prep ALL DAY. The hair, the makeup, final dress fittings, you name it. It was kinda nice, like a self pampering that was being funded by the best boyfriend of all time. Katsuki had given you his card and told the both of you to go nuts. He had to work the day of so he’d be getting home just in time to get ready and leave.

Mina had helped you pick out the cutest dress you’d even seen and it was orange to match Katsuki’s hero theme. Your other accessories being black with slight hints of green here and there.

You’re not gonna lie, you were VERY nervous. This was a big award for him. He’d ended up being number six at the last one and this was the year he breaks into the top 5.

Kats has been acting like it’s not a big deal but you’ve been able to feel how anxious he’s really been. So tonight you were gonna focus on holding yourself together and being there for him in whatever way he needed.

You were touching up your makeup just a little when you heard the front door open. He’s running behind.

“Fuck, I know I’m late. I gotta hop in the shower and FUCK! I never picked up my clothes from the-“, he was pacing around the room like a madman.

“Hey, hey.” And you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady him for a minute. “I have your clothes, they’re hanging up in the closet above your shoes. I have your hair stuff laid out on the counter and you might wanna get a quick shave in too.” You say as you run your hands along his stubble.

And he takes a deep breath. And then another.

“Thanks, I got sidetracked at work and time got away from me.”

“ ‘s fine. You’ve got time. Go ahead and hop in the shower and let me know if your need anything, yeah?”

He leans down a places a soft kiss to your forehead and then heads for the bathroom.

Yeah, this was gonna be a long night.

When Katsuki comes out of the bathroom he’s gotta towel wrapped around his waist and he’s looking a lot more himself.

You were sitting down putting on your shoes, but you stop and look up because you noticed he’s not moving anymore.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“You look…… incredible” and the way you start blushing is insane. You cant even make eye contact with him. His compliments are usually never that straightforward. It shocked you a bit.

“Thanks” you whisper softly. And then outta the corner of your eye you see him striding toward you.

“Kats-“ but your lips are covered by his and you just know he’s gonna be covered in your lipstick.

When he pulls back he has a full grin on his face.

“Damn, I feel a lot better now. Gonna have the hottest woman on my arm and I’m gonna finally be in the top 5. Was worried about nothin.”

The smile that shines in your eyes is worth a million dollars.

“You’re not gonna have any of that if you don’t finish getting dressed so we can leave.” And you start pushing him away. “Go. Hurry up”

“Yeah yeah, ‘m goin” he mumbles as he walks away.

“And wipe the lipstick off your face” you shout behind him.

You guys manage to make it just before the doors close for the event and you’re sat at a table with Eijirou and Mina.

They go through the whole spiel of course before they start announcing the Hero’s in their order.

This year Pinky was number 18 which was 6 whole spots higher than last year and Red Riot broke into the top 10 sitting at number 8. You cheered so loud for your friends, but you didn’t fail to notice that Kats hand had slipped into yours and was holding on pretty tight.

He kept a straight face but he was beyond wrecked on the inside. You look over at him and give the the most encouraging smile you can muster.

The numbers continued to be listed off they’d finally gotten into the top 5. He hadn’t heard his name at 5 or 4.

“Coming in as the number 3 Hero in Japan, Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight. “

He’d broken into the top 3!! You looked over at him and his face was as stoic as ever. Ever the cool man on the outside. This man leaned over, placed a quick kiss to your lips and then walked onto the stage to accept his prize.

“Ugh, yea I worked hard for this. It’s well deserved. Thanks to my agency and the best girl a guy could ask for…. Next year I’ll be number 1.” And then He just walks off.

Everyone else had given these heartfelt speeches but his was of course sweet simple and to the point.

Katsuki has grown up, doesn’t mean he’s changed all that much.

Number 1 ends up being Izuku for the second year in a row. When he walks past Katsuki they hug and congratulate each other. You were happy to see how far their relationship had come.

After the awards are given out, they had back to their seats and you guys have dinner. After, Everyone goes around congratulating and thanking. Most of them kissing ass really, but you digress. You’re in the middle of talking to some agent you really have no interest in talking to when you feel a warm arm wrap around your waist.

“I’m taking her now.”, you hear him say as he starts dragging you off.

“Hey, that was really rude.”

“Too damn bad. I’m number 3 hero, I do what I want” he says and you can hear the smirk on his face.

“Where are you taking me, Mr. Bigshot” ?

“Home. We came, we saw, we conquered. Now I get to have my real prize all to myself.

“And what would that be?” You ask as coyly as you can muster.

“Obviously you dummy. Wanna see how good that dress looks bunched around your waist” he whispers against your ear.

That has you walking with a pep in your step to get out to your car and home.

This had turned out to be a lot better than you’d expected it to.

@dreamcastgirl99

This has now made it to that secret note I have saved bcs ❤️it’s a fave😂

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”