Third Wheel Trouble

Third Wheel Trouble

Third Wheel Trouble

Mark was supposed to have a romantic skating date with you. But thanks to Debbie, he now has an unexpected plus one, his very nosy little brother (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Mark had been looking forward to this date for days, just him and you finally. A nice, normal perfect night out where he can give you all his attention instead of you know, saving the world.

Just the two of you, holding hands, maybe even sneaking a few kisses in if he was lucky.

So when he walked into the living room all freshly showered, decently dressed for once and ready to head out.

Of course, Debbie had other plans.

“You're taking Oliver,” Debbie said, completely ignoring the way Mark choked on his own spit. “What!?” Nearly dropping his skates. “Mom, no. No way it's a date!”

“And Oliver's a child who wants to get out the house” She said while ruffling Oliver’s hair. “You'll be responsible. Right Mark?”

Mark’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Turning around expecting Oliver to protest but nope! The kid was already smiling, shoes on and ready to go.

“But–”

Before another word, Debbie gave him that Mom look.

Mark groaned, pressing his fingers into his eyes before throwing his hands in defeat. “Fine”

It only got worse from there.

When Mark pulled up, you were expecting a cute night out with him. Instead, the first thing you noticed when you slid into the passenger seat was.. “Oliver?”

You looked between the two of them, the way Oliver was happily kicking his feet in the backseat while Mark looked like he wanted to crash into oncoming traffic.

“Oh my god” You beamed. “Your mom made you bring him. Didn't she?”

Mark scowled. “Don't ask.”

But it was too late, you were already giggling.

This was going to be fun.

At first it was just a few minor interruptions, every time Mark tried to subtly hold your hand. Oliver skated right between you two. Mark tries to whisper something cute? Oliver slurps his milkshake obnoxiously loud.

Mark dares to make flirty eye contact? “Why are you staring at her like that?

Mark was losing it, and you? You were loving it. Barely holding it together, biting your lips to keep yourself from laughing as Mark sat there, completely dead inside.

And then?

“Oh!” Oliver's eyes widened. “You're the girl Mark won't shut up about?” Mark choked.

“Oliver!”

“What?” Oliver blinked innocently. “You talk about her all the time”

Your smirk grew, turning to face Mark, resting your chin on your palm. “All the time?”

Mark, red faced and flustered, grabbed a fry and shoved it into Oliver’s mouth.

“Eat.”

“He's adorable” You giggled watching him munch on the fries.

After an hour of skating, Oliver finally gets distracted by the snake bar. Seizing the opportunity, Mark grabbed your hand and pulled you to the edge of the rink, away from the chaos.

“Finally” He muttered, pressing quick kisses to your knuckles.

You smiled. “Desperate, are we?”

Mark exhaled, leaning his forehead against yours. “You have no idea” Your breath hitched , caught up in the warmth of his body and the cool air of the rink. The distant hum of music surrounded you, the twinkling lights above casting a soft shadow over Mark’s face.

He looked at you, like you were the only person in the world. He was just about to lean when–

Thud.

A tray of nachos and cheese hit the ground.

“Aw, come on!” You and Mark turned your heads at the same time. Oliver stood there, arms crossed, and a big frown on his face.

Pointing an accusatory finger at mark.

“I leave for 2 minutes and you guys are already being gross?”

Mark groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oliver”

“What?” he huffed, walking up and standing between you two. “Mom said to make sure you weren't doing anything weird”

You blushed, laughter bubbling up before you could stop it. Mark, however, looked like he wanted to pass out from the secondhand embarrassment. “Dude, you're, like, the worst chaperone ever.”

Mark looked at you helplessly, but you smiled. Grabbing his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze,

“Guess you'll have to be sneakier next time” you teased, bumping his shoulder playfully.

Mark lets out a long, dramatic sigh. “Next time, I'm leaving him at home."

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2 months ago

I dare ask for how certain SWKs would react if they and their SO were getting hot and heavy, only to be interrupted by one of their cubs needing something. Whether its a baby needing to be fed/changed, a nightmare soothed, or a restless cub wondering why Baba and Mama are wrestling at this hour?

I feel like Netflix Monkey King would be the most pouty - since now he has to wait longer for smooches

Alright so, these are too long and detailed to be considered headcanons, but too short to be considered full drabbles so…just take em.

I did try to get BMW and NGNR Wukong in here but…I sadly just ran out of steam for it. I hope the ones I did do are satisfactory and that you enjoy!! Warning for spicy moments and some smut. I don’t know why but I was real horny when writing HiB’s…

Includes MKR, LMK, Netflix, and HiB!

MKR Wukong -

Your lips taste like peaches and coconut wine, and Wukong thinks he could become addicted very quickly, if he wasn't already.

The blanket under you feels soft, keeping the itchy spring grass from both you and the picnic spread out around you. You had both been swamped these past few days with meetings and gatherings and celebrations, the two of you had so little time to yourselves lately. The burdens of Buddhahood and being royalty, he supposed.

But that didn’t matter right now. 

You were under him, his hands trailing patterns up and down your skin, working your robes off at a slow, methodical pace. He was in no rush to unwrap you, his lips on yours as your bodies rocked together, heat building between you both. One of your legs was already hooked over his hips, his tail wrapping tight around your calf in response to keep it there. He could feel the heat of your core pressing against him, the smell of your arousal intoxicating.

Forget manfruits, forget immortal peaches and immortal elixir - you were his favorite thing to devour. 

He pulls away from your lips with a gasp, a shudder raking its way down his spine. You push your chest closer to his, your arms pulling him further down on top of you, desperate for more closeness. You can feel the length of his cock pressing against you, giving your aching cunt something to grind against despite your clothing.

“Wukong…” You whisper his name, and he responds by burying his face into your neck, the black markings of his eyes hidden against your skin. He could spend hours like this, sitting with you under him, at his mercy and whimpering his name in the sweetest way…

“Baba! Mama!” A tiny voice wails from the surrounding trees, and the two of you freeze right where you are. Wukong’s head shoots up, alert and glaring, recognizing the sound of your little one in distress.

“Baabaaaa-!” The second cry sounds even more distraught, and in an instant Wukong is lifting the two of you up, gripping your arm and dragging you to where the noise is coming from. You follow without complaint, your eyes wide and fearful at the sound of your firstborn calling all by themselves. Where is their twin!? Are they alone!? Wujing was supposed to be watching them with Bajie-!

You both burst into a clearing near the base of Water Curtain Cave, monkeys looking towards you where they form a circle. In the center of the circle Wujing kneels in the grass, trying his damn best to quiet one of your little ones. Bajie stands next to him, holding your second little one in his arms and gently shushing her.

It isn't working, your little one can see her twin bawling his tiny little eyes out, and it's stressing her in return. Tears are already gathering in the corners of her eyes as her brother bawls and bawls no matter what Wujing whispers to him. 

Fruitie is hovering over Wujing’s shoulder, looking almost as distressed as the babies themselves. 

“What happened?” Wukong demands, stalking forward, scowl on his face. Wujing gives you both a pleading look, as lost as a wandering spirit. 

“I-I said it was time for dinner-” The ogre whimpers, the fins of his ears pressing back against his skull in distress. “He-...he said he wanted to see you both, I told him you would be back for his bedtime and then-!” He shakes his head, bewildered as to why your little one would start crying over his words. 

Wukong steps forward, gesturing for Wujing to hand the screaming toddler over. Wujing does so, and Wukong pulls your son close to his chest, voice going soft. He turns away from his brothers, embarrassed that they get to see him like this, but not enough to leave your son in distress. The monkeys in the cleaning start to wander away, carrying on with their tasks as if nothing had happened. You give Wujing a reassuring smile, stepping towards Bajie and letting your daughter crawl into your arms. You can hear Wukong whispering behind you.

“Hey. Little warrior, why are you crying? What happened?” He coos, brow furrowed but no anger on his face. You step closer towards them both with your daughter, your family huddling together around your son. He chokes on his cries and blubbers, looking up at his baba with big, wet eyes. 

“B-b-babaaa…” He sniffles. Your daughter reaches for him with her tiny little hands, grabbing at the fur of his head and trying to hug him as best she can. Her little feet crawl over you so she can sit on both you and her baba’s arm and be closer to her twin. You can feel your heart shatter in your chest. 

“We're here, little ones. We're always here. Uncle Wujing was going to take you to eat your dinner…” You explain to them both, your own voice gentle. The twins sniffle and wipe at their chubby cheeks. Bajie steps up behind you, tapping your shoulder.

“What exactly happened? Why did they get so upset?” 

“They're still very new to the world. It's mostly separation anxiety at this age, babies like to be with their parents.” You say, keeping your voice low as recognition dawns on Bajie’s face.

“Ah…sorry guys…” He mumbles, ears lowering as he shares a glance with Wujing and Fruitie. The three of them had been so excited to try babysitting for the first time, getting to spend some quality time with their honorary niece and nephew. They also knew how much you both desperately craved some alone time. You wave them off, Wukong adjusting himself to better hold both your twins in his arms. Your son has calmed down significantly at this point, sucking his thumb as he watches you and his baba with intent focus. 

“It's all right boys. We can… pick up our picnic stuff later, let's get these two into a bath and some dinner.” You look to your husband, who nods and immediately starts stalking towards the waterfall, his tail gripping your waist and dragging you with him. You can hear Bajie speaking to Wujing as you walk, Fruitie also trying to reassure the ogre that he didn't do anything wrong. You smile at him as well, and he perks up by the time you get inside the cave. 

LMK Wukong -

“Hmmm…That feel good, sweet peach?” Wukong purrs above you, his hips rocking against yours in a way that has your breath shuddering and shivers racing down your spine. You clutch desperately at his shoulders, tugging the russet fur hard. He growls in response, teeth on display as he bucks harder into your welcoming heat.

“Y-yeah…s-sssoo g-good-” You slur, trying to spread your legs wider for your mate. He helps, gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing your legs up, moving from missionary to mating press in moments. His cock hits deeper, a spot that has you quivering and crying out in bliss. Your cunt spasms around him, greedily milking him.

“Fuck, that’s g-good…It’s been too long love. Waaaay too long.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You want to giggle at his silly flirting, but a hard press of his thumb against your clit has you whimpering instead.

“P-pl-pleaese-” You start to beg, when the sound of a door slamming open echoes through your temple home.

“W-wait! Wait little guy, c’mon it’s time for a nap!” MK’s voice is right down the hall from your door. Wukong, ever the quick thinker, pushes himself off you and buries you under your blankets in the blink of an eye, your flushed expression hidden from view. Your pussy spasms at the sudden emptiness you feel, and you bite your bottom lip hard to keep from crying out in disappointment. Wukong has just enough time to wrap part of the blankets around his waist when your bedroom door is practically kicked down, your oldest son standing in all his toddler glory in the hallway. 

MK skids to a stop right behind him, looking panicked as he grabs the baby by the waist and lifts him high into the air.

“I am so sorry guys!” He cries, trying to avoid looking into your room. Your son giggles, his tail curling happily at the mischief he’s caused, tiny feet kicking in the air.

“It’s uh-” Wukong coughs into his fist to clear the heady rasp from his voice and you see MK wince in real time at hearing his mentor sound like that, “It’s fine bud. Is he being a handful? I can come and-”

“No! No! No coming! I don’t-! Ahhhh-!” MK cries, shaking his head vigorously. It takes a second for your husband’s word choice to sink in, but then you’re giggling loudly into your hands, still trying to stay hidden from view for MK’s sake. Wukong blushes hard next to you, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck as he gives an awkward laugh.

“Sorry, sorry, wrong thing to say. If you guys need help though-” He tries again, but MK sounds determined.

“No! I promised you guys a night to yourself and I’m not gonna back down now! No matter how destructive and clever my little bro is! Mei has been doing a good job keeping the youngest entertained thankfully. No laser eyes...yet…” He mumbles, shifting your son into a cradled position in his arms. He still refuses to look at either of you despite the blankets covering you from view.

“Th-thats good!” You squeak out, poking your head from the pile of fabric drowning you. “But if you-if you need anything we can take over-”

“Nope!” MK Interrupts you, turning on his heel. “Just close the door and go back to-uhhh, whatever you both were doing! We’re leaving cause it’s nap time, mister!” MK storms away, your son giggling in his arms. Wukong waits a full five seconds, watching the door like a hawk as if he expects the two of them to come rushing back to your room any second now. When no such thing happens, he flicks a hair towards the door to fix it, his attention turning back towards you.

“Now, where were we~?” He purrs, climbing back over you. You blush, reaching for him and pulling him closer to you. “Oh, I think I remember-”

A crash sounds outside your temple.

Wukong sighs and slumps against you, head buried in your neck.

“I think I’m gonna have to go check that one out.” He grumbles. You give him a sympathetic kiss on the crown of his head.

Netflix Wukong -

“I have missed you-” Black lips press against yours with a fever, Monkey’s breath coming hard and fast, “so much! Remind me to never agree to demon hunting trips with Nezha and Erlang again.”

You giggle, letting him move down to the column of your neck and press more kisses there, your fingers digging into the soft fur of his head. Your leg hikes up to circle around his skinny waist, the base of his tail supporting your leg so it doesn’t fall, his hands too busy mapping out the curves of your waist.

“W-will-...do-” You pant. Monkey has been gone from your home for weeks at this point, and when he came home it was to a massive feast with all the monkeys of Mount Huaguo. One celebrating his work with the Celestials he’d formed a friendship with, and a chance for your family to spend time together again. Your little ones had been ecstatic to have their baba back home, screaming and hooting as they climbed him like a jungle tree and insisted on showing him every little accomplishment they’d made while he was away.

Monkey, always happy to bask in attention - especially if it was from you or your toddlers - had spent the whole afternoon with you all. He had laughed at every joke your toddlers tried to tell, had cooed over every drawing they showed him, had even given them joy rides on Stick despite the exhaustion you could see under his smile.

After a rambunctious dinner filled with stories of your mate’s heroic exploits, the little ones had been too tired to keep up. Your youngest had even started dozing off with her spoon in her mouth, her favorite soup not enough to keep her awake any longer. You had put them to bed together, Stick vibrating a rainbow of colors at seeing their adorable sleeping faces. With a fond smile Monkey had asked if Stick wanted to sleep in their room for the night, and the green light show he gave sounded like a resounding ‘yes!’ to you. You had your suspicions it was also the rod’s way of giving you two some alone time, for which you were grateful.

The second you had closed the door to your bedroom Monkey was on you, his warm hands pulling you close as he kissed you till your lungs burned for air.

“You looked so beautiful when I got back-...Couldn’t believe you were here waiting for me-!” He whispered against your throat, his teeth grazing your skin.

“O-oh…of c-course-! Love you, m-my Monkey…” You praised, pressing kisses against every part of his head you could reach. Heat was already pooling low in your belly, your skin sensitive to every touch after weeks of sleeping alone. Monkey seemed to feel the same, his breath coming in heavy pants at just the feeling of your fingers digging into his cherry fur. He rewarded your sweet words with a firm bite to your neck, sharp canines digging into your muscle in a way that had you gasping for air and bucking against him.

“M-Monkey-!” You moaned, pressing your aching core against his hips. He gave a heady groan against your skin, the vibrations tingling through your muscle at the sound. You could see his eyes roll back in bliss as his tongue lapped at the abused flesh. You wanted him to do it again, to bite you more, everywhere, all along your body-

“M-mama-?” A tiny voice called from outside your bedroom door.

Both you and your mate freeze in place, sharing a glance before turning to look at the door.

“Mama? Wh-why is the door c-closed-?” Your daughter, sounding distraught and like she was about to cry, was speaking. Parenting instincts overriding your horny thoughts, you and your mate separate and rush towards the door. Monkey beats you to it, throwing it open and revealing the teary eyes of your tiny toddler holding her favorite toy and blankie.

Without a word more, she rushes forward and grips your leg and Monkey’s, burying her face against you and sniffling. You coo at her, kneeling down and wrapping her in your arms. The heat you felt earlier is fading away, and while you feel disappointed, your little one is more important. Monkey seems to have the same idea, pulling you both into his arms and nuzzling your little one.

“Hey, what's wrong tough girl? Why the sad eyes?” He brings a finger up to wipe her cheeks, his own green eyes bright with concern.

“...Is…Is Baba gonna leave again-?” She chokes on a sob, and your heart shatters at the noise.

“Oh, sweet one, it’s okay, shhhh, it’s okay…” You and your mate make your way to the bed, sitting on the edge together and settling your little one on your lap. 

“Baba…” You pause, sighing as you thought of the best way to explain things to her. “Baba won’t be leaving again for a while, sweet one. And when he does go, it won’t be for nearly as long.” You start. Your daughter looks lost at your words, glancing between you both with her tiny brow furrowed.

“Yeah, you don’t have to worry tough girl, I’m sticking around for a long while after this last trip. I missed all of you too much to leave for that long again!” Monkey said. Your daughter looked less distraught, but her eyes keep staring intently at you. You raised an eyebrow at her.

With wobbly legs she stood up on your lap, her tiny hands coming to your collar bones and peeling back the folds of your robes.

“Mama got ouchie?” She asked.

Your face flushed immediately, Monkey choking on a laugh and having to turn away from you both to hide it. His shoulders shook with the force of his barely repressed snickering. You tried in vain to cover your neck back up, pulling her tiny hands away from your collar bones.

“O-oh, don’t worry about that sweet one! It’s nothing!” You tried to laugh it off, your daughter still staring at you with wide, confused eyes. After a moment, she shrugged, nuzzling back into your arms with a chirp.

“I wanna sleep with Mama and Baba…” She mumbled against your tummy. Monkey, finally in control of himself, opened his mouth, looking torn. You gave him a helpless shrug.

“R-...right. No problem, little one. Mama and Baba are here.” He relented. He placed a hand on her head, carding his fingers through her soft fur.

HiB Wukong -

Wukong is laying back on your marriage bed, pillows surrounding you both as you grind your hips into his. The fur of his waist is tickling the inside of your thighs and your swollen clit with every grind. The light from a few flickering candles highlights every curve and muscle of your body, and he can't tear his eyes away.

Your head is thrown back in bliss, your tits right in front of his face, bouncing and full. His hands squeeze and play with your soft skin as they move up from your hips to your chest, his fingers immediately pinching and pulling the sensitive nubs to make you cry out his name. You look down at him, a goddess on her chosen throne, and he's never been more thankful to the universe than when he gets to watch you like this…

The door to your bedroom creaks open with a deafening squeal, and you immediately throw yourself down on top of Wukong, chest to chest with your legs still straddling his hips. He reacts by grabbing your blanket and throwing it over your back, covering your still joined bodies from view.

Liuer pokes his tiny head in through the crack, looking scared and apologetic. Wukong shares a look with you, and you call out to him over your shoulder. 

“What's wrong little one? Is everything okay?” You sound gentle, and Wukong is impressed by how normal your voice sounds, if a little breathy. He doesn't trust his own voice yet. 

“I…I had a nightmare. About…” The boy wipes at his eyes and sniffles. Even without saying it out loud, you both know what he's thinking about. Wukong feels a surge of protective anger rush through him at the memory of stones and cliff edges, and it mixes with the lingering disappointment that he knows the two of you won't be continuing your fun.

“Hey, no problem kid. Let me get my robe on and we'll get a little midnight treat, yeah?” Wukong clears his throat, hoping his rasp isn't noticeable. 

“Uhm, maybe I should do that, love?” 

“Why? I can handle it, you rest.” He tries. You've been exhausted by the newest little one in your family, the baby monkey only just recently sleeping all the way through the night instead of asking for milk every few hours. Wukong was surprised you had the energy to even try having sex tonight. He didn't want you to push yourself. 

“No, I really think it would be best for me to go.” You give a pointed look down at your hips, and he feels the gummy walls of your pussy squeeze him. He chokes on a grunt, hand fisting the blanket to keep himself from reacting.

“A-alright. Fine.” He hisses. You turn back to Liuer and smile at him in the near darkness of your room. 

“I’ll be right there sweet one, can you close the door for a moment so I can get my night robe on?” Liuer nods his head, shutting the door with a quiet ‘click’. The two of you heave relieved sighs.

“Your son has perfect timing. Just like you.” You tease him, and Wukong snaps his teeth at you in a playful bite.

“Watch your mouth, peaches. Remember you’re talking to a king.” You snort at his words, lifting yourself up from his arms. You lift your hips as well, hissing and biting your bottom lip as his cock finally slips free of your swollen cunt with a lewd ‘schlick’ that has him shuddering. You moan, your hips giving a weak thrust at the sudden, unwanted, emptiness you feel.

“Damn it all…” Wukong covers his face with his hands and rubs vigorously, trying to hold himself back from grabbing you and finishing what you had both started. You move away quickly, knowing his thought process, and for that he’s thankful. As you slip your arms into your night robe, one embroidered with emerald leaves, mountains, and clouds, you speak.

“Can you tidy up the bed while I get him a snack? He was so upset, I don’t think he’ll want to go back to his own bed tonight.” Wukong gives you a thumbs up, his other hand still covering his face as he tries to get rid of the aching in his cock through sheer force of will.

You slip through the door, and he can hear your voice echoing quietly down the hall as you walk with your son. He sits up, sighing to himself as he gets to work cleaning your shared mess as best he can.

1 year ago

Step sibling fics make me gag, yall enjoy reading that shit? It’s honestly disgusting…and don’t give me that bs it’s a preference or it’s fanfic- YOU LIKE READING ABT FUCKIN YOUR SIBLINGS?! SEND EM TO PRISON! 😭🤢

Step Sibling Fics Make Me Gag, Yall Enjoy Reading That Shit? It’s Honestly Disgusting…and Don’t
5 months ago

Can you do jjk men w a reader who doesn’t drink enough water?

#𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑!

Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?

you can tell i've never been hydrated with this one. anyways i tried doing my best because i got too lazy to do some actual research, but since i've fasted before, i know what it feels like to not have water in your system for like 16 hours. anyways, enjoy!!!

Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?
Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?
Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?
Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?
Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?
Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?
Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?
Can You Do Jjk Men W A Reader Who Doesn’t Drink Enough Water?

#comments and reblogs are appreciated

7 months ago

Satoru: okaaaay go!

You: *starts jogging*

You: *still jogging*

You: Toru what are you… *looks back to find him silently recording your ass* Hey!! Up here fool!

Satoru: Huh? Oh shit my bad baby…

You: you’re supposed to say the thing!

Satoru: i knoooow but that jam was jiggling tho..

You: CUT!

5 minutes later…

You: …now do it right!

Satoru: I got it I got it..just go

You: *slowly starts jogging again*

Satoru: Suspect has a GYAAAAATDAAAYUM LOOKA DAT ASS

You: *stops* You know what…*reaches for phone laughing*

8 months ago

Trick or Treat

HC for the JJK men and their little ones

WC: 2.5k

TW: Mentions of Miscarriage, pregnant reader (Choso), Pet Names: Honey, Baby, stuff like that. Tooth rotting fluff?

*****

Gojo: 

Satoru had never imagined himself as father material. Taken from his parents at a young age, he was raised by distant mentors and silent servants in traditional hallways. That cold, lonely upbringing was etched into his bones. He had vowed that if he ever had a child, they would never know that kind of isolation. So when you told him you were pregnant, something in him shifted—he found himself diving headfirst into the idea of family. He bought a house in Tokyo, in a warm neighborhood, where children's laughter echoed in the streets. He wanted your child to grow up surrounded by love—something he had craved, but never truly had.

It was Halloween night, and Satoru entered the house with a bright grin. The soft click of the door barely registered before your three-year-old daughter came toddling toward him, her arms stretched out wide. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with pure delight, and the sight made his heart swell painfully in his chest. Without hesitation, he crouched down and swept her into his arms, her sweet laughter filling the room like music he never knew he needed.

“There’s my little pumpkin!” he said, his voice filled with affection as he admired her tiny jack-o'-lantern dress. “I could just gobble you up!” He buried his face in her soft chubby cheeks, blowing raspberries as her squeals and giggles echoed in the air. The joy on her face was everything. 

You stood by the doorway, watching them with a smile that tugged at your lips. Satoru caught your gaze, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the three of you. This was happiness—so simple, yet so profound. “You ready for trick-or-treating?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

He straightened up, pulling you into a gentle kiss, his lips lingering on yours just a little longer than usual. His eyes shone with warmth when he pulled back, the kind of love that left you breathless. “Of course I am. This is her first real Halloween,” he said, his voice soft full of amusement, “and she’s not being carried the whole time.” There was a joy in his voice, but also something deeper, a vulnerability he rarely let surface.

Later, the three of you walked hand in hand down the decorated streets of your neighborhood. Your daughter’s small fingers gripped tightly onto yours, her wide eyes filled with wonder as she took in all the costumes, the glowing pumpkins, and the cobwebbed houses. Satoru held her candy bag, watching her every move with a kind of reverence—like he still couldn’t believe she was real, like he feared this fragile happiness could slip away in an instant. The feeling gnawed at him sometimes, that quiet fear in the back of his mind. But for now, he pushed it away, tightening his grip on your hand to ground himself at this moment.

She waddled up to another door, proudly returning with a handful of candy—and a small pack of raisins. Satoru stared at it, blinking in mock disbelief.

“Raisins? Seriously?” he groaned dramatically, tossing it into the bag with a playful scowl. “Who hands out raisins on Halloween? Let the kids have a sugar high!” His whine was exaggerated, but you knew him well enough to catch the hint of protectiveness in his voice—he wanted her to have nothing but the best, even on a night like this.

You laughed, the sound light and familiar, and Satoru’s expression softened as he scooped your daughter up, placing her gently on his shoulders. She squealed with excitement, her little hands gripping his snow white hair for balance as she beamed down at the world. Satoru chuckled, his heart fluttering at her joy.

As the three of you approached the next house, Satoru glanced over at you, a lump forming in his throat. Moments like these—so small, so filled with love—were everything he’d ever dreamed of, but never thought he could have. He wanted to freeze this moment, to hold onto it forever. The thought of losing any of it, of losing you or her, sent a quiet wave of panic through him. 

He reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding on just a little tighter. 

This was his family. His world. His dream that came to life.

Geto: 

You stepped into the living room, your heart warming at the sight before you. Suguru, your husband, sat on the floor, gently helping your one-year-old into a soft bear onesie. Her baby babbles filled the room, and his quiet coos in response wrapped the moment in a kind of peaceful magic. His fingers moved with ease, buttoning up the tiny onesie, his expression one of complete focus and love.

“Ah-ah, no grabbing the hair," he chuckled softly, gently moving her tiny hands away from his inky black hair, which fell just below his shoulders. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her, his voice playful. "Daddy can’t wait for you to grow out of that phase," he teased, although the fondness in his tone betrayed him. He tugged the little bear hood onto her head, her bright violet eyes looking up at him as she babbled, reaching for him again. “You’re going to make the cutest little brown bear, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness as he scooped her into his arms.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest as you watched them.

Suddenly, the sound of tiny footsteps thundered down the stairs as the twins, Mimiko and Nanako, burst into the room. They had just turned six this year, and tonight they were full of excitement for Halloween. Mimiko was dressed in a little black dress with matching bear ears, going as a black bear cub, while Nanako twirled in a white dress—an impractical choice for trick-or-treating, but she insisted on being a polar bear cub. You and Suguru, in matching park ranger outfits, were there to guide your little bear cubs.

“Well, you both look absolutely adorable,” you chimed, your voice bright with amusement. The twins giggled, bouncing on their heels with barely contained energy, their excitement almost tangible.

Suguru stood up, balancing your youngest on his hip as she reached for her sisters’ ears, her little hands stretching curiously toward them. Mimiko and Nanako burst into giggles, leaning in so their baby sister could touch the soft fabric of their costumes. 

“How precious,” Suguru murmured, his voice so quiet you almost missed it. His violet eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened as he gazed at his girls. In that moment, the world seemed to still. This—his family—was everything. Every challenge, every battle, every dark night that had threatened to swallow him whole, had led him here. To this. The thought made his chest ache, the love almost too much to bear.

But just as the peace settled over him, he snapped back to reality with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Hold on—pictures first!” he announced, moving with determined speed toward the camera.

A collective groan rose from the three of you, knowing full well that once Suguru got into “picture mode,” you were in for a marathon. His insistence on capturing every perfect angle meant this was going to take longer than any of you were prepared for.

“Honey! We have to meet Satoru for trick-or-treating in an hour!” you called after him, your tone part exasperation, part amusement, as you hurried to grab the camera from his eager hands.

A laugh escaped his lips as he turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a look so full of affection it nearly took your breath away. Behind that playful, beautiful exterior, there was something deeper—gratitude. A thankfulness that you had stayed with him through his darkest times, through every shadow that had tried to pull him under. You had given him this life, this family, and in doing so, you had brought him happiness and purpose he had once thought impossible.

“I promise it won’t take long,” Suguru chuckled, though the knowing smile on his face said otherwise. You rolled your eyes, unable to help the fond laugh that escaped you.

Nanami: 

“Honey, I am so sorry,” Nanami called out the moment he stepped through the front door of the apartment. His voice was tinged with exhaustion, but also with an apology that spoke of guilt. “Did you already—” His sentence cut short, the words dying in his throat as a sigh escaped his lips. His usual stoic expression softened into a gentle smile as his eyes landed on the scene before him.

Your son, perched on the kitchen island, sat with a wooden spoon clutched in his tiny two-year-old hands, covered in flour and batter. You stood nearby, also dusted in flour, your hair a little messy, but your face bright with warmth. 

“Surpwise!” your son squealed, his hands outstretched, proudly showing off the wooden spoon caked with batter like it was the best gift in the world.

Nanami loosened his tie as he walked closer, his exhaustion melting into quiet laughter as he took in the sight. “What’s all this?” he chuckled, eyeing the assortment of cookies spread out across the counters. The soft sounds of "Peanuts: The Big Pumpkin" played in the background, filling the apartment with a cozy, nostalgic atmosphere.

“Well,” you began, smiling up at him as you wiped some flour from your cheek. “Our little one here is still a bit too young for trick-or-treating, so we decided to bake! He’s been an amazing little helper, though we’re still working on not eating all the batter,” you laughed, gesturing toward the sticky spoon in your son’s hand. “We’re making pumpkin bread, just for you.”

Nanami’s eyes softened even more, the corners crinkling slightly as he looked down at you with a tenderness that made your chest warm. He got so caught up in work—too often, really—and it wasn’t unusual for him to miss out on little moments like these. The guilt was always there, lingering just behind the tired smiles.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner,” he murmured, brushing a hand through his hair, his frown deepening. “Ino-kun needed help on a mission. The poor kid is too young to be handling those kinds of assignments alone.”

You noticed the tightness in his shoulders, the way the weariness clung to him, but before you could offer comfort, his frown deepened. You tilted your head, confused. “Invite him over.”

Nanami blinked, clearly surprised.

“I know Itadori-kun is out with Choso and his wife tonight,” you continued with a grin. “We’ve got way too many baked goods for the three of us. Plus, Ino-kun is great with kids. It’d be nice to have him over.” 

Nanami’s expression softened once again, the guilt in his eyes easing slightly as he nodded. “I’ll give him a call.”

And, of course, Takuma came running the moment he was invited, bursting through the door with an enthusiasm that made your son squeal with excitement all over again.

Later that evening, the four of you nestled together on the couch, watching the children’s movie play on the screen. Your two-year-old babbled constantly, munching on cookies and randomly pointing at the TV, too excited to focus on any one thing for long. But eventually, his chatter quieted, and he began to drift off, his tiny head resting comfortably on Nanami’s lap. 

Takuma, too, had succumbed to the peaceful atmosphere, falling asleep beside you with crumbs still on his shirt. You gently draped a blanket over him, smiling as he snuggled into it without waking. 

Nanami glanced down at the sleeping form of your son, his hand gently brushing through the little one's hair. There was a peacefulness in his expression, a quiet contentment that made your heart swell. These were the moments that made everything else—his work, the stress, the guilt—worth it. 

There was something special about this quiet, cozy life you had built together. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours. And in these small, fleeting moments, it felt like everything you needed.

Choso:

Choso sat beside you on the couch, his brows furrowed in concentration as he wrapped yet another blanket around your pregnant belly. You already had two draped over you, but it was clear he wasn’t taking any chances. This was your miracle baby, the one who had made it past the third trimester after two heartbreaking miscarriages. Choso was determined to make sure everything went smoothly, even if it meant over-preparing for a causal movie night.

“We’re watching Human Earthworm right?” Yuji chimed as he entered the living room, arms full of snacks and his usual bright smile lighting up his face. “It’s perfect for Halloween!”

Before you could answer, Choso’s deep stoic voice cut through the room. “No.”

Both you and Yuji exchanged surprised glances. Choso rarely said no to his younger brother, always indulging his whims. But tonight, his protectiveness was palpable.

“It’s bad for the baby,” Choso continued, his voice unyielding as he placed a gentle hand on your swollen belly. His touch was tender, but his expression was serious. “It’ll scare them.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, the contrast between his stoic demeanor and his caring nature was always endearing. “My love, it’ll be fine,” you reassured him, but he shook his head firmly.

“No,” he said again, unwavering. He reached over to the side table and picked up a DVD case, holding it up with a hint of determination in his eyes. “We’re watching Mickey Mouse: Halloween Special. I did research. It’s good for babies.”

A wobbly smile formed on his lips, clearly trying to look confident in his decision. His desire to protect both you and the baby was overwhelming, even if it was a bit… over-the-top.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe not that,” you replied gently, glancing over at Yuji, who was trying to suppress his own laughter but looked more determined than ever.

Yuji nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation but still hoping for something more entertaining than a Mickey Mouse special. “Okay, okay… what about The Nightmare Before Christmas? It’s not too scary, I promise!”

Choso’s frown deepened, his protective instincts kicking in. “No. It has bugs. Scary scenes. You might get frightened, and then the baby will get scared.” His hand never left your belly, as if he could shield your little one from any imagined harm.

After what felt like an hour of back-and-forth negotiations, Choso finally relented. He agreed to The Nightmare Before Christmas—but only on the condition that you promised to close your eyes during any parts he deemed “too scary.” His hand remained firmly on your belly, monitoring for any kicks or signs of distress, his focus unwavering throughout the movie.

Even though you knew it was silly, Choso’s constant vigilance filled you with warmth. It was more than just about the baby. He was watching over both of you, ensuring nothing—no matter how small—would cause harm or discomfort. You leaned into his side, smiling softly. He squeezed your hand in response, his gaze still fixed on your belly.

******

a/n: I was going to wait until Halloween to post this but I just could not wait! My baby fever was cured (for now) while writing this. I couldn't think of anything good for Toji right now, he's kind of hard to write for.

5 months ago

CHOSO who loves when you wear eyeliner. he hates making you cry— worries him to his core every time he does— but as he’s fucking you right now, tears forming at the brims of your eyes, smearing your makeup every so slightly, he thinks this is the way life’s supposed to be.

CHOSO who brings a finger up to your lashes, wiping away the wet as he continues to go impossibly deeper in you. he brings his thumb down, dragging the liner down your cheeks.

CHOSO who whines at how much of a mess you look. he loses himself in the fact he’s doing this to you. his movements become sloppier, eyes locked on yours and how much bigger and brighter they look right now.

CHOSO who cums making eye contact with you before he drops his head into the crook of your neck, crying too because you just feel too good. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

CHOSO who grabs you a towel and cotton pads. he cleans you up top to bottom, cleaning any cum from you, and wiping all the excess makeup from your face before he presses a slow kiss to the corner of your temple.

4 months ago

No cheaters here!

No Cheaters Here!

pairing - jjk boys

genre - pure crack + fluff

warnings!! - a little suggestiveness in Geto and Sukuna's parts but otherwise pure fluff

a/n - basically that trend about "how do you know for a fact that your boyfriend won't cheat on you?" I remember that one girl with her boyfriend who was obsessed with Pokemon, and then I thought of him being Yuuji, and here we are. These are really short, so like mini mini drabbles each.

No Cheaters Here!

Yuuji

"Babe? Can you explain the plot of Human Earthworm to me again?" You asked, sitting in bed with your phone camera pointed towards your boyfriend. He quickly swivelled around his gaming chair, abandoning whatever game he was playing to give you all his attention with the biggest grin imaginable.

"Movie order or timeline order because there's a huge difference babe. Movie order goes from main story to spinoff to sequel then another spin-off which actually plays more like the actual first part but not really and if you do it in timeline order you should actually start with the plot of the fourth movie because-" He rambled, getting up from his seat and walking about the room while gesturing his arms.

You hummed and nodded along to his words, trying to hold back your clear amusement at his excitement to your interest. "You can stop now baby, thank you for sharing." You chuckled, watching as he stopped right in his tracks. He looked confused but smiled nonetheless. "Anytime babe! Anything else you need?"

"Nope!" You chirped, blowing him a kiss. He grabbed your air kiss and held it close to his chest with a wide grin. Yeah, you could never mistrust that absolute dork.

Megumi

No words needed to be said as you tilted the camera towards your chest, a mass of black hair obscuring the camera for a second. Your hand combed through Megumi's soft hair carefully, occasionally scratching or untangling knots you come across. You held the camera even higher, and it showed your boyfriend dozing on your chest with a peaceful look. You removed your hand from his hair, placed it on the back of the couch, and waited.

Megumi turned his head to look up at you, confused, not noticing the camera. He pouted, grabbed your hand off the couch and placed it back on his head. You waited a few seconds before a loud muffled groan rumbled on your chest and he turned his head to pout up at you again. You could barely hold back your giggles at his absolutely betrayed face and began scratching his head again with a kiss to his forehead. He sighed with a smile and turned to snuggle back into his earlier position.

He was probably going to be pissed once he saw the video and while you'd never post it without his permission, he was absolutely never going to live this down.

Gojo

"Hey babe, can I ask you something?"

Gojo glanced up from his cereal bowl of ungodly sugary proportions and swallowed, nodding slowly with squinted eyes. A little offensive since he was the one who usually came up with the weird questions on the regular. You barely held back an eye roll but decided to keep going.

"How much do you love me?" You asked with a sweet smile. You didn't have enough time to blink before he teleported in front of you, gripping your shoulders with a mischievous look. His pupils fought against the stark blue of his eyes like an expanding black hole just itching to consume his irises. A wobbly smile sat on his lips as he slowed his breathing to contain his obvious excitement.

He quickly started listing hundreds of details about you, each more unique than the last. You felt your heart swoon when he paused to grin at you and kiss your cheeks as he rambled on and on with a dreamy sigh every time he took a breath and continued.

The video went absolutely viral for obvious reasons, but hey, you had him, and they didn't, so who really won in the end?

Geto

"Babe, what are you doing?" You chuckled, positioning your phone against a vase on the kitchen island, a little way from your husband who was standing over the counter. He grabbed you by the waist and kissed your neck with a soft smile.

"The girls were talking about going out shopping later, so I'm writing a list for each of you. It shouldn’t take long, but if you want to change first, that's fine. The girls said they'll be down in a second."

You plucked the phone from his hands and looked down at the screen with a barely hidden smile.

"Suguru, this just says 'whatever my loves want, they get'. This isn't a list?" You giggled while tapping the screen, "Also this note was made literally the day we went on our first date??"

He pressed a kiss into your hairline and glanced over into the camera of your phone.

"Hm, but it's the truth, isn't it?"

The video went viral in less than a day. Eventually, you had to make another video announcing that no, you would not be sharing your husband or his hair routine. Figures.

Nanami

"Hey honey, what are you up to?" You chuckled from behind the camera pointed at your husband. He glanced up from his position on the floor, giving you an incredulous but amused look. He sat in a mess of screws, tools, planks of wood, and papers filled with instructions.

"I believe I'm helping you remodel the living room to fit with your new interests. You put this table in the cart a few weeks ago, and I was hoping I could get it finished before we go out for dinner tonight."

You made a confused sound and turned the camera on yourself for a second.

"We're going out? Since when?"

"You mentioned a new restaurant had opened down the street from your office. I decided to make a reservation for tonight. If you'd like to go shopping for anew outfit before then, my card is on the counter top and I've already taken your purse so no switching them."

Your mouth gaped open like a fish for a second before a weird mixture of a squeal and giggle bubbled out of you.

"You're so sweet Ken!" You cooed, putting the phone aside and launching yourself at your husband, giggling and kissing him off camera. It took a week for the video to lose traction and it caused at least two divorces during that time. Not that you knew that, you were too busy snugging up to your husband on your weekly date.

Toji

You were lying on your bed, tilting your camera to face your dozing, specimen of a fiance. A miracle in itself that you managed to convince him to marry you, but that was a thought for another day.

"Hey babe? Would you ever cheat on me?" You asked innocently, carefully holding back a laugh as he cracked his eyes open to look at you very unamused. He kept staring at you as if his expression were answer enough, but judging from your matched expression, you wanted a verbal one.

"No, I will never cheat on you, ya little brat. Do you think I got time for all that falling-in-love shit again? You're stuck with me for life, got it?" He grunted, reaching out and grabbing you by the waist to pull you into his embrace. "Now turn that stupid phone off and sleep."

You snickered and kissed his cheek on camera with a soft "Thank you for answering baby."

If your viewers saw him smile and blush, no, they didn't.

Choso

You tilted your camera to face your boyfriend sitting on your couch. Your boyfriend sat with a pile of flowers, paper, ribbons, glue and other crafting materials, working intently with precise focus. His eyebrows furrowed tightly as he meticulously tied a mini bouquet together.

"Choso? What are you doing, love?" You asked from behind the camera, watching as your boyfriend looked up confused. When he noticed the camera, his eyes lit up with recognition, and he looked down bashful at his lap.

"Your little cousins said that they were jealous every time I bring you flowers when I drop by and that they've never gotten any flowers before so I wanted to make them their own for the next time we visit. Also, one for your mom because she's nice to me when we visit, and I wanted to say thank you to her for letting me date you." He said softly before turning back to his work with a slight blush on his cheeks.

His cheeks only grew brighter as the soft coo from you at his sheer adorableness.

Sukuna

You tried hard to hide your grin as you turned the camera towards your lover, glaring at some papers Uraume had left him. He always looked so hot while he was working, but right now, you had a mission to prove to the world that he was the biggest teddy bear ever. By the twitch of his eyebrow, you could tell he felt your eyes on him, so you decided to break the silence.

"Kuna, would you love me if-" you started before you were cut off by a long, drawn-out groan by your lover. He looked at you very unamused before dropping his pen and leveling you with a glare that would normally strike fear into anyone who dared look in his eyes. Except for you, of course. You thought it was hilarious.

"Yes I would love you if you were a worm, no I would not kiss my last ex to save your life because I would simply break up with you, kiss you and then claim you again, yes I would kiss you for a million dollars because you are the prettiest person in the world and no, you still can't hold it while I piss." He rambled off in a flat tone. You snorted and slapped a hand over your mouth as you nodded shakily. While you snickered at his attitude, Sukuna mumbled something about stupid humans and their even more stupid questions.

Yeah, I don't think he has the mental ability to look for anyone at this rate.

No Cheaters Here!
5 months ago

bf choso texts!

Bf Choso Texts!

navigating the world (technology and the internet) as a half-curse can get quite challenging, but luckily you’re there to help ur bf in his times of trouble!

 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ conts: fluff and crack

a/n: back from my unannounced hiatus 🙂‍↕️

Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!
Bf Choso Texts!

comments are appreciated :)

dividers by: @konatasoup

6 months ago

Choso x shy reader!𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Fluff!!

Header by me ♡

Choso X Shy Reader!𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ
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Choso X Shy Reader!𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ

Comments are appreciated!! (⁠人⁠⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

4 months ago

babyfever!satoru virtually combusts when you get the OK to bring your son home, the baby carrier in his hand a new beginning, one he owed to you.

babyfever!satoru has all of your presents waiting for you when you get home, and he most certainly went overboard but he has no apologies, there was nothing you didn’t deserve after giving birth to a literal human being.

babyfever!satoru is first to get up when you or your son need anything, the man has springs in his feet and not a complaint in his body.

babyfever!satoru goes above and beyond.

“Toru, he is due a feeding, can you-”

The atoms in the air shift, a brief wave of nausea hitting you as your surroundings blur. You are back home. In your living room.

Looking behind you, you see Satoru fluffing a pillow, your favourite snack and drink on the coffee table and the show you are currently watching playing on the TV.

“Can I get you anything else sweets?”

babyfever!satoru is obsessed with your boobs ever since you started lactating, this man has a greedy mouth and he isn’t ashamed of it at all. He nips, bites, kisses, sucks until your breasts are marked up and so sensitive the lightest brush of air makes you flinch.

babyfever!satoru doesn’t let anybody babysit your baby, and that means no one. He doesn’t care how long he has known them, worked with them or even if they have saved his own ass, he trusts no one with his babies life, but you his perfect little wife.

babyfever!satoru takes time off work for the first 6 months of your sons life, only to become a house husband because you were excited to return to work, and whatever wifey wants wifey gets (he made you go down to part time, but hey is he a monster for wanting his family around 24/7?)

babyfever!satoru is thankful for the life you have gifted to him every day and he will never stop showing you just how much he loves you for blessing him with this reality.

Part 1 Part 2

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