Day 6 - Almost Getting Caught

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the dim bedside lamp. The air was still, and a gentle quiet had settled between you and Yuji. You lay together, bodies warm and close, both of you still catching your breath. There was a moment where neither of you spoke, the intimacy still humming in the space between you, soft and tender.

Yuji shifted beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer against his chest. You could feel his heart racing, but it wasn’t long before it slowed, matching the calm rhythm of your own.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. His hand stroked your hair, the motion soothing and affectionate. He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, making your heart swell with warmth.

You smiled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I’m perfect,” you whispered, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest.

He let out a relieved sigh, his warm breath tickling your skin. Yuji was always so sweet, so attentive. Even in moments like this, when his body was exhausted, his first thought was always to make sure you were alright. It was one of the things you loved most about him—how deeply he cared.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of the answer. Yuji, despite his strength and power, was always so gentle with you, so careful.

You lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “No, Yuji, not at all. You were perfect. It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, a shy smile pulling at his lips. “Good. I just… I always wanna make sure I’m taking care of you, you know?”

You chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You always do.”

He smiled against your lips, then pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. The moment was quiet, peaceful, and filled with a kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken. Yuji’s hand continued to run through your hair, his other arm still wrapped securely around you, as if he wanted to keep you close forever.

“Do you want anything?” he asked after a few moments, his voice still soft. “Water? A snack? I can get you something if you’re hungry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness. He was always looking out for you, even in the simplest ways. “I’m okay, really. But if you want to cuddle for a bit longer, I wouldn’t say no.”

Yuji’s eyes lit up at that, his smile widening as he held you a little tighter. “I can do that,” he said, his voice warm and filled with affection.

He shifted the two of you, pulling the blankets up around your shoulders and making sure you were both comfortable. His arms wrapped around you once more, his chest pressed to your back as he spooned you from behind. His body was warm and comforting, and you felt safe in his embrace.

“I’m so lucky,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against the back of your neck.

You smiled, closing your eyes as you relaxed into him. “No, Yuji. I’m the lucky one.”

And with that, you both drifted off into a peaceful, contented silence, knowing that in each other’s arms, everything was just right.

Choso Kamo is the type of husband to forget that you’re married - to say something along the lines of “-and when I finally marry you-” before gasping in the middle of his sentence and snapping his eyes down to the pretty sparkly matching wedding rings. Rubbing his thumb over your own like he couldn’t believe it - you’re married.

Choso Kamo is the type of husband you’d describe to your coworkers as the “absolute cutest” and talk about how he “wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Then lo and behold who is THAT tattooed, towering man holding out a bike helmet for you to hop on after work. That surely can’t be your husband?

Choso Kamo is the type of husband to bake you sugary cookies to win over all the coworkers he’d accidentally scared. The type to celebrate with the biggest fist bump when they love it and muse that…hm…maybe your husband actually did have a cute side.

Choso Kamo is the type of husband to always babble about growing old. To talk about how he’s “already practicing” to still hold your hand even with a cane. To kiss away your pretty wrinkles and pick out places to hang all the pictures of your grandbabies. 

Choso Kamo is the type of husband that can’t imagine not being your husband.

THE ADVENTURES OF KUNAFAMILY

this is an optional guide to read if you would like to know more about certain family dynamics referenced in the kunafamily fics! read more sukuna & papakuna fics under the @sukuna tag <3

how did you and sukuna meet? + ( bonus abridged version )

sukuna during your pregnancy

babykuna during her first months

babykuna's first birthday

babykuna's first day of kindergarten

babykuna gets her first pet ( aka the story of mr. pickles the maine coon )

showing babykuna memories of you and sukuna

babykuna asks how was she ‘made’

babykuna asking for a sibling ( aka the story of baby the tabby cat )

Fully masked Invincible is the sweetest variant you've met. Sure, he's killed people, but everyone makes mistakes, and the way he says, ' I'm sorry for every little thing,' is a lot cuter in your books. A true textbook bottom cutie, but he argues he can top for real if given a chance.

he saves you from the civilian casualties that one of the other variants created. he bridal style carries you through the clouds and profusely apologizes when you're shaking in his arms from being too cold and being held so tight in his arms. he even apologizes for not even being your mark grayson, you're not his but he can't help but touch you like you really are his.

when the two of you are settled on the city's outskirts, and safe from the death and screams. he cups your face in his gloved hands, staring at you from his goggles. he's missed you. he's missed the two most important women in his life. he just needs to get his mom now and take all three of you home. his body is ragged and high-strung under the pads of your fingers, and he halfway chokes on a sob when you don't hold any malice in your pretty gaze when you look at him.

he's always been such a tender lover, sweet on the lips and heavenly in the bedroom; a true fallen angel that never chose a side on the day of reckoning in heaven.

the third time he apologizes is for the way he kisses you when he tugs the mask halfway over his nose and smashes your mouths together just because he can't stand the silence between you two. he tastes like desperation and yearning. Perhaps the tiniest bit of sin when his teeth latch on your bottom lip and suck it into his mouth so he can hear you sigh openly.

However, you don't mind. his sorries escalate from his half-chubbed boner rubbing against your hip to saying sorry for how you writhe and tense on soft patchy grass when his thick dick stretches you out in ways that feel like you're being torn in two. He isn't sorry for cumming too quickly, because he makes up for it in his pussy eating skills later on.

Single dad Toji who meets the reader while taking his son out (grocery store or for a walk). Toddler Megumi instantly gets attached and the reader and Toji form a friendship since Megumi is attached at her hip. After taking Megumi a few places and being mistaken for an adorable family, the two start to realize they have feelings for eachother. Megumi starts insisting on having a sibling with reader being the mom. Toji and the reader sit down one night after Megumi goes to bed and have a serious talk about their feelings and Megumi's desire for a sibling. They jump feet first into a relationship and start trying for a baby. Maybe on Christmas they surprise Megumi with the news of the sibling he always wanted.

Bestie I love you so much for this you don’t understand you’re so smart and I’m melting into a puddle because I just love you guys so much for requesting this omg😭😭tysm for requesting pls let me know if you want to see more!!

Tw- single dad Toji, also whole au where there are no sorcerers so happy au!🥰 except Megumi’s bio mom is dead and she is mentioned, idk not much else maybe like them trying to have a baby and Megumi pestering for a baby sister😭let me know if I missed anything though!!

Toji’s least favorite day of the week had arrived, grocery day. And it could not be avoided because it was avoided last week.

So when his precious two year old son Megumi got home from the daycare, Toji and him were off to the grocer.

Megumi did not like the grocery shop, all the neighbor ladies cood at him excessively and he didn’t like it.

You were different, he noticed you in the frozen isle, you where the neighbor who had come over for dinner that one time!

And Megumi, bless him yelled after you while he pointed, it was more of toddler babble but you could make out a few words and Toji wanted the floor to eat him whole.

How did his son, who barely speaks embarrass him infront of his only pretty neighbor?

However, it seemed to work in Toji’s favor, you give megumi one of the sweetest smiles he’s seen giving him a tiny wave, “hi honey” you smile and Megumi bounces in his seat as he reaches for you in the cart.

“Hi darling” you coo gently brushing your hand through his soft black hair and Megumi giggles and smiles up at you as he holds onto your arm nuzzling into your hand.

“Do you have plans for dinner?” You’re looking at megumi but the shift in your tone tells Toji he needs to respond.

“Uhmm” he fumbles, “not yet…maybe ordering in?”

You whip your head to him, “are you serious” the look he gives you tells you he is, “why don’t I just make dinner again…six good for you two?” Your attention is back in Megumi who’s moved to play with your jewelry as he snuggles your other arm.

Toji nods almost hypnotically, you peer down at your watch noticing the time you frantically peel away from megumi soothing him lightly before you’re back down another isle with the promise of seeing them later tonight.

Of course when Toji and Megumi turn up on your porch at six exactly you smile softly letting them in.

“Oh I got Megumi something!” Toji cringes he knows Megumi is already quite attached to you and he’s a little afraid that you’re going to break both their hearts.

He’d never felt this way about anyone except Megumi s mom’s mother and it had taken quite a long time for him to accept the fact that it was ok to do that.

“I say it on my way home in the shops.” It’s the cutest little plushy Toji has ever seen and Megumi lets out a little squeal around his pacifier as he holds it close to himself. It’s a soft little black cat plushy, it’s a little floppy and it doesn’t hold its full figure almost like it’s broken in already and Megumi loves it, it’s the highlight of his day.

From than on the tiny gifts and dinners together become a ritual even when you do order in Megumi and Toji are there.

Almost a whole year into the dinners and hangouts, Megumi has started to babble about a little sister. You’re certainly shocked because Megumi has never mentioned wanting a baby sister before and you and Toni never mentioned it and you’re certain the school didn’t mention it. Turns out he’d seen it on the tv.

“I be a big brother!” He’d prance around the living room holding the cat plushy under his arm as he told you he wanted a baby sister.

That’s when Toji sat you down.

After more than a half hour of Taji trying to tell Megumi that no you were not pregnant which meant Megumi was not going to have a baby sister anytime soon, Toji caved. His son really wanted a sister and it couldn’t hurt to ask you if you’d be willing could it?

It did not hurt because apparently you reciprocated every ounce of feelings Toji had, a miracle honestly.

Of course than came the part about Megumi wanting a little sister. After he’d told you about how long Megumi had been talking about a baby sister you were on bored.

By Christmas you’d been pregnant and telling Megumi was a headache and a half, poor baby when you told him you were going to have a baby he’d lifted the lid to the present box searching for the baby.

Toji’s arm swung around your shoulder, you could feel his laugh reverberate throughout your body as you placed your hands on your belly, “she’s in here Megumi” his brows furrow.

“Mama” he looks up at you and your eyes water, Toji catches on a second later leaning foreward to glance at your watery eyes and to Megumi.

Toji knew that Megumi knew who his Mommy was but his son had never called her Mama…

when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly I’ve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour

𑁤◞ it will be a double win situation for satoru, even if your child is his copy or yours like what difference does it make.

“ohh yeah, dear, now you have not one beautiful man, but two.”

or…

“i can’t believe, now i have not one beautiful girl, but two.”

Hear me out, Omnimark told Atom Eve “I've always hated you” and my mind keeps thinking that the reader of the Omnimark universe rejected it because she knew Eve's feelings for the Mark of that universe, if she had confessed to the reader she would probably have rejected it with “I don't want to get between you and Eve” or “I don't want to hurt Eve's feelings, she's my friend and I'm sure that if you gave her a chance you won't regret it!” And from there, Omnimark developed hatred towards Eve by ruining his girl's head and preventing them from being together 😭😭

GOOOODDDDDDD. HERES AN OVERLY EXCITED BLURB

It was like a knee jerk reaction, seeing her of all people invoked a deep-loathing he thought he satiated ages ago, but no. Breaking her leg wasn't enough, she needed to die here as well.

"I've always hated you." It felt so good to admit it out loud, to the rubble, to the crushed asphalt, to whoever was around, he remembered it like it was yesterday.

"I really like you, Mark." A spark of hope. "I really do... but... don't you think you deserve someone who can keep up with you?" Your nervous expression made him melt. Wait. What?

"... keep up with me..?" He echoed, blinking as if that would clear up the confusion. "(Name), I don't understand."

His hand held yours tightly. You squeezed it gently. "I'm no hero, I'm not even affiliated with the GDA—"

"I don't care about that!" He quickly shot back, you didn't let up. "But you should! Mark, you need someone who... won't be a burden on you, someone strong like you.. like, I dunno... Eve..?"

... Eve? What the hell did Eve have to do with this? You couldn't hold back a small smile as you came closer. "Between you and me, I really think she likes you... so you should go for it!" Your tone was so sweet, so happy to give him away to someone he didn't want.

"(Name), please-"

"I know it's weird, but please, Mark. Give her a chance. She's my friend and doing this with you..." Your hand loosened. He could feel you slipping away. "It doesn't feel right, you know how close we are! Her parents know me and everything!"

Always throwing away your happiness for others, his hand stood there in the air as you parted from him. "Trust me, it's better this way! For you two. And for me!"

'You two'. Him and Eve. Like it was pre-established in your head, like there was no chance to argue or change anything. He wasted no time after you left.

That heartbreak earned him a bloodbath, he was always calm and collected, never put his emotions before his job but he earned it, first was Eve, naturally, he was sure you'd be sad over your 'friend's passing but what kind of friend makes you give up happiness for them. Blinded rage, he didn't care if you claimed that you denied him of your own accord.

He wanted you. You. You. No one else.

Whatever members of whatever pathetic heroes team remained were next, as if first blood wasn't enough he went on a red-hazed rampage, he needed to let out the full extent of his anger before he'd come to see you.

And when he did, he looked like a nightmare, breaking into your home, blood that you knew wasn't his dripping on your floors as he approached you. "I confessed to you." He pants, fists clenched. "I laid my heart out for you." He leaned down to your trembling form, his hand outstretched. "I want your answer, not Eve's, not one else's." The blood soaked your cheek, labelling you an accomplice.

"... Eve.. where..." Oh, poor thing. You were so scared you couldn't get the words out, he shushed you and hugged you close, the metallic stench of blood filled your nostrils. "It's ok, no one will bother us, you can answer me honestly now."

Geto: so, how's motherhood treating you?

Y/N : Oh it's wonderful, I just didn't expect there to be this much crying

Geto: I mean, that's what babies are supposed to do ...

Y/N: what? Oh! No the baby is perfect! I was talking about satoru..

Gojo: (looking at their baby, sobbing uncontrollably) I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH !!!!

mark being a big cuddle bug ugh and you cant help but give in because its honestly so worth it and he has a hand on your ass because he says “its comfy” and you hate to admit it, but it is. So with an iron grip on your cheek you both just fall asleep before a loud blaring alarm goes off

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀

・❥・ Mark is NOT getting that damn essay done

・❥・word count: 0.9k

・❥・warnings: so much fluff, some mentions of being a pervert, absolutely NOT beta read

・❥・Now why have none of my real life boyfriends been as cute as him??? Also love you anonnn!!!!

“I’m giving up.” Mark huffed in frustration, shutting his laptop and slumping into a small, sad, pile. 

“How much do you have left?” You fought the urge to laugh at your beautiful boyfriend’s misfortune. You lay on the other side of the bed scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Despite his anguish, he looked handsome. A few strands of hair fell into his face messily and his white t-shirt suddenly seemed much tighter.

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“Like one more page.” He dragged his hands down his face, stretching it cartoonishly. He rested his head on the headboard of his bed, his chest rose and fell as he took deep calming breaths. 

“That’s not bad.” You crawl closer to him. You move the laptop off his lap, assuring it stays safely on the small bed. You cradle his face in your hands, his lips were pulled into a pout and his warm brown eyes trailed over your face like he was committing it to memory. “That’s like, home stretch.” 

“No,” He whined. He was stuck between wanting to tear away from you dramatically or nuzzling himself further into your hold on his face, so he simply sighed loudly. “I ran out of things to say like five paragraphs ago. I can’t repeat everything for the third time.” You bite your lip to avoid cracking a smile at his dramatics. 

“Oh no, whatever will my sweet boy do?” 

“Don’t mock me! I need this to pull my grade up.” You roll your eyes. Maybe you would take him more seriously if he actually did his work when he said he would. “I’m gonna finish it.” He nods. “Get away from me, tease.” He pulls himself from your hold and grabs his laptop once again. With a shrug, you back away from him to return to your side of the bed. You barely made it an inch away before he grabbed onto your leg to keep you in place. You raise an eyebrow at his antics. He doesn’t say anything but you see him struggling to contain his smile. 

You tug your leg back and curl up in your spot on the bed. For a while everything is peaceful. You scroll on your phone while Mark types away diligently. However, all good things come to an end. Before you even realized that Mark had shut his laptop he had grabbed onto you by the legs and tugged you closer to him. You yelped and curled a hand into his hair in surprise. “Mark!” You shrieked. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist with a nonchalant smile, paying no mind to your hand in his hair or how your surprised yell was cut off by a fit of giggles. He pulled you into his lap and pressed you close to his chest with a heavy exhale. His warmth blanketed you and you felt yourself relax into him. You could feel the defined musculature beneath his loose shirt and it sent a pleasant shock through you.

“I thought you were finishing your essay?” You hummed, making no moves to get off of him and let him work.

“Shh, let me have this.” He whispers into your ear. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanned over your collarbone. Once again everything was peaceful, and once again Mark had to disturb the peace. His hand wandered further down your body until it rested itself on your ass.

“What are you doing?” You pull away just slightly to look at him. He shushes you again, his eyes shut.

“Sorry.” He murmured. Despite that he doesn’t move his hand an inch. If anything he tightens his grip. 

“You aren’t sorry.” You huff. He nods and a small smile spreads on his face. 

“I’m not. Just let me have this.” He repeats. “It’s comfy.” You narrow your eyes at him. His eyes are lidded and tired but he looks back at you with a playful expression. 

“You’re a pervert.” You sigh as you lay back down on him. His muscles relax at your warm body on top of his.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He smiles into your hair. With one of his hands still gripping your cheek the other rubs soft circles into your back. You feel your breathing begin to even out as you lose yourself in the softness of the moment.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you had fallen asleep but you woke up in an entirely different position than you had fallen asleep. When your eyes opened you were on your back with Mark nuzzled into your chest. His arms were still around your waist while yours rested around his shoulders. Sunlight streamed in through the window, kissing your face and giving Mark’s almost jet-black hair a warm glow. You threaded your fingers through his hair. He had been working so hard, both as Mark Grayson and as Invincible, he needed rest. 

Just as quickly as you had the thought it was interrupted. A loud, blaring alarm cut through the room, leaving you scrambling to find the source before Mark woke up. The source was, of course, Mark’s own phone. 

Essay

His alarm read. You half smiled as you closed out of the alarm. Alas, it was too late.

“What was that?” He croaked.

“Your reminder to write your essay.” You laughed as you carded your fingers through his hair. He sighed loudly as he rolled off of you. 

“I’m giving up.”