Kodzukenmaaa - ❝My Darling❞

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Go Eunhyuk X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: Eunhyuk wants your food

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: make out, slightly suggestive

"ENJOY YOUR FOOD," your delivery guy said, you give a small nod to the delivery guy before closing the door.

You hummed your favourite song in happiness, you wanted to treat yourself after the hardworking you've done. Self rewarding yourself with your favourite food.

You moan in delight when the familiar flavor of your food touches your mouth, thanking the chef who made this food wishing him to have a long generation for him or her in the future.

"What are you eating?"

You barely look at him before stuffing your mouth with the food.

"(Your fav food)." You replied with your legs swinging happily like a child receiving a balloon.

"What's this? You only bought one?" Eunhyuk ask looking at the bag to find it empty and noticed there's only 1 take away tray on the the table, "What about me? You didn't think of your boyfriend?"

He leans to the counter with his whole body facing your joyful face, your stuffed cheeks reminds him of a squirrel.

"You already eat remember?" You shove another mouthful into your mouth.

"When?"

"A moment ago when you came after going out."

He push his body from the counter with a push from his hip, and walking around and standing behind you. Leaning down to your shoulder, putting his head on your neck, "Give me a bite." You can feel his hot breathe hitting the crook of your neck.

You shake your head, "No."

He nuzzle his head to your neck even more at your reply, "Just one small bite," his voice was a bit muffled.

"Nooooo" you teased him. Taking another spoonful bite, mocking him.

"Wow really? You're so childish." He scoff at your face. You just shrug your shoulder taking more bites of your food with a very punch able face. Mocking him.

"Fine then." He grumble, he pulled away. You hold back a grin thinking he gave up on asking a bite.

The moment you swallowed your food, a palm was placed behind your head and turn your head to the side, your lips meeting his lips roughly.

His other hand snakes it way from your waist bringing it up to your cheek, they were rough but with a hint of gentleness. Each time your lips moved against his, your breathe was stolen from you. He pressed you to him.

You slowly melted into him, his hand on the back of your head rubbing your head. You shuddered at his touch.

His lips moving to the side and pulling away, his hand immediately snatch the spoon from your hand and take a huge bite from your food. He hummed at the taste, "This is good." He says with his mouth full before walking away.

You just sit there in shock and face hot, did he just randomly make out with you for a bite?

"THIEF!" you shout, ears blowing fuse.

The things he do.

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I miss writing, this came up on my head randomly had ti quickly write this before it's gone.

New obsession unlock!

°͙˒ ⊹ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𖠵 ˖ ࣪

꒰ pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader ꒱

𓂅`˒ warning(s): cursing, leon is touch starved 👎 kissing and groping but nothing past that, leon brainrot going crazy rn

꒰ overview: when leon comes home from an assignment, he always returns to your shared bed—tonight however, is a rather different situation, one you’re not totally sure how to handle. ꒱

- ﾐ a/n: this was bound to happen, I was sobbing over this man in 2019 😞, hoping u guys love this bc I’ll shatter otherwise xo

you were never a deep sleeper, always on the brink of sleep but never really awake—the slightest tips and squeaks making you jump from your bed. It’s no surprise when you hear the front door opening, even though you can tell whoever is opening it, is trying their best to be quiet about it.

of course, the only person it could possibly be is leon—returning from his latest assignment, any other person would’ve probably been frightened half to death, wondering who the hell could possibly be entering at 2:45 in the morning—but, you’re used to leon, and his more than less unconventional homecomings.

you twist your body a bit to turn on the small light right on the desk near your bed, your eyes squinting to adjust to the newfound brightness—when you place your feet on the ground you notice it’s..cold, more than the apartment normally is. the ac always lowered to prevent your partner from creating a puddle of sweat whenever he’s home.

when you enter into your living room, you notice two things—first, leon is on the couch, second, he’s crying. you’re confused, not too sure what to think, why hadn’t he come to your bedroom? why is he on the couch of all places? ‘’leon? baby? what’s wrong? why didn’t you come into the bedroom?’’ you slowly make your way to him, making sure your steps aren’t too aggressive—like walking up to a stray cat.

his face remains unreadable, he’s looking at you, but it’s more of a blank stare, like his thoughts aren’t coming to the surface and he’s simply..swimming over your features instead of actually looking. it’s unnerving, actually. ‘’I’m..fine, don’t worry ‘bout me sweetheart, just get back to bed.’’ you would’ve believed him, had his forced smile not looked like he took every functioning nerve he has in his body to form it.

‘’so..you’re just on the couch for what? the fun of it? it’s late, leon, come to bed.’’ you don’t mean for your tone to be as harsh as it comes out, but it’s late, and you’re tired—and you really just want to sleep with your boyfriend, in your own bed. you go to reach his hand, and when you try and grab it you notice he’s pulling away, why? ‘’no — shit — baby..please I’m not in the mood tonight, just get to bed and we can talk in the morning.’’ he’s no longer staring at you, but instead eyeing whatever he can find on the walls.

when he turns to look at you again—god he deserves to suffer for eternity, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to erase the way you looked at him in that moment, he deserves punishment. he quickly stands up, already regretting his choice of words and his rather repulsive behavior—and now he’s crowding you, staring down at you. he can visibly see you shrink down, almost as if you’re afraid he’s gonna do something.

‘’no, baby—shit, I’m not mad at you honey..fucking hell I really don’t deserve you, y’know that?.’’ you barely get a single sound out before he’s kissing you. his arms are essentially covering both sides of your body, because..well, he’s huge—and his hands are just as big, you’re trying to complain but how could you? when somebody like leon is kissing you so fiercely, how in the world could you ever complain.

‘’oh - shit, we are talking about this tomorrow, you’re not off the hook.’’ he’s nodding but you know even you’ll probably forget to mention it, his big hands are after all squeezing your breasts, he’s mouthing down your neck too—and you want nothing more than to spend the night having your way with him, but you have an inkling this is what he needs right now—so, you’ll let him have it.

you yourself are grabbing onto his biceps, squeezing whatever flesh you can find—you’ll never get tired of how big he is, only needing to hug you and you’re completely covered. his hands are trailing down to your ass now, squeezing but not harsh enough to make you take a breath. ‘’leon.’’ kiss ‘’leon’’ he finally pulls away—and god is it a pretty sight, his lips swollen, pupils dilated, and his hair, his normally well put together hair, is finally messy, strands sticking up and his bangs sticking to his forehead—you’d take a picture if your phone was nearby.

‘’yeah, baby?’’ his breathing is a bit heavy, and you find yourself smiling at the idea that something as simple as kissing and he’s already mush. ‘’how about we finally go to the bedroom? that sound good? I’m not too fond of having a backache if you decide to fuck me on the counter.’’ the speed of which he nods his head to the idea of him fucking you is ludicrous, but you’ve finally convinced him to come to bed, even if it does mean you’re sacrificing your sleep for the night.

@ vulturni 2023

SERENDIPITY ┊Kazehaya Shouta

i. CHAPTER ONE; NEW ENVIRONMENT

"NICE TO MEET you, I'm Egashira Momoko, you can just call me Momoko." Said a girl with her red hair put up on a pig tail.

"Nice to meet you, Momoko." Smiled Y/n.

Some of the girls went to her table as soon the teacher left the class for a moment, introducing themselves, getting to know each other.

"Say, what did you eat to make you that tall?" A girl named Hana, leaning her back to her desk. Hana has long black hair that Y/n herself found it very beautiful. She pulled her hair back with a pink headband.

"Oh, I don't know. I played a lot of basketball with my brothers." Replied Y/n, fidgeting her fingers.

"The boys gonna have to look up to you whenever they talk to you," laughs Hana.

"Oh, don't be like that, Hana-chan." Momoko giggles, somehow Hana's comment and Momoko and others laugh made her self conscious.

She's aware that her height is far taller than other girls around her age, Her cousins that are girls, their height didn't even reach her ears. She even asks her mom if her height is normal for her age, and her mom answers that it's normal telling her that she was the same height as her when she was in her age.

"What should we call you?" Himari starts making her beaming at the question.

"N/n-chan is fine!"

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"Hey, wanna play together?" Y/n asked Hana and others, her eyes lit up as the class was over, and it's break time. Her e/c sparkling with joy.

"Oh, uhm, actually, I'm going to the restroom with Momoko." Hana replied, taking Momoko's wrist in her hand in a hurry. Momoko, who was sitting down, went up to her feet very quickly from being pulled up by the black haired girl.

"I'll come with then!" Y/n declared, Hana shakes her head.

"No, no, no, you stay here. we won't be long anyway." Hana pulls Momoko's wrist, leading her to the restroom, sharing a laugh with the red head.

"Hey, I haven't seen the school playground, Should we play there?" Y/n turned to the girls with her hands behind hiding her nervousness, looking at each one for them, earning no reply until her attention instantly shifted to one of them holding their stomach.

"Oh my stomach, it's cramping!" one of them leaning their body forward a little while holding her stomach. "Im gonna need to use the toilet." She quickly ran past the h/c.

"Wait, Sae!" The other two girls suddenly ran past her too with one of them yelling from the door, "Just stay there, we won't be long! Then we can show you the playground." Before following Sae to the restroom, leaving her behind.

"Okay then, dont be long..." She whispered, sitting back down to her chair.

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Kazehaya Shota was playing around with his friends, joking around as they walked to the playground after taking back their ball from the teacher. "Gosh, I missed it again." Shota picked up a familiar voice of his classmate and unconsciously eavesdropped on the conversation on the stairs.

"I'll give you my notes later." Momoko told Hana.

"Thanks."

"What subjects did you miss?"

"Math and English, this sucks my grades gonna drop if this continues."

"N/n-chan is still new, I'm sure it'll drop soon."

Y/n and Hana sit quite next to each other. He remembered that a while ago, Y/n looked around and tapped Hana shoulders.

"It better be, or my mom will kill me, don't anyone that I said this, but I think Y/n is a little annoying for a new girl." Hana and the girls walk in front of Kazehaya and his friends.

"She's just trying to adjust." One of her friends defends. A short girl, brunette named Rika. She nervously smiles at the tension between her friends.

"Still, I dont remember you like that when you moved here." Hana huffed, crossing her arms.

"Should we just leave her in class?"

"Just leave her be, I'm sure she'll be fine anyway with her tall self."

"What's wrong with you girls?" Shouta asked them from behind. He can't help but ask about what they're talking about.

"Oh, Kazehaya-kun! Hana-chan was just telling us that N/n-chan missed taking notes." Momoko answered.

"Oh, you mean that new tall girl in your class? She's so huge!" Laughs Yoshida Kei holding the basketball above his head.

"Yeah, like a giant!"

They laugh except Kazehaya, who feels guilty. The moment she walks in, she doesn't really stand up straight with her chin up. She looks down.

"I know what to do. Let's go back to the class!" The boys ran back upstairs, snickering.

"Where are you going?" Shouta question echoed through the quiet hall. The girls followed them, wondering what they were going to do.

"Come on, Kazehaya, it'll be fun!" he swallowed, trying to rid the lump in his throat. He had a bad feeling about them changing their plans from going to tricks with the basketball to going back to their class. He wanted to leave, but he's worried it's what he thinks it is.

They didn't wait for him, hurrying back to class with the hesitating Shouta catching up behind.

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៚ · 💌 | 🌙 Author's note

I know kids can be horrible.

FSFSGSGAJAJAJ SO CUTE

A DAY WITH PAPA

⸙ ── featuring : husband! yukimiya kenyu, itoshi sae, itoshi rin + fem! reader

⸙ ── genre : dad au, fluff

⸙ ── cw : kids ( in case you dont like them ), grammartical errors, lowercase intended

⸙ ── a/n : have fun reading!

𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐔

yukki is still new into the parenthood. not the clueless type of new but he is still anxious when it comes to parenting. when he is with you, he is all calm and collected, almost zero to no worries at all because you're always there to help him, guide him. even with all the tips he gained from his friends, in laws and from the parenting website, he is still anxious about it. you've told him how good of a father he is, but he still doubts it. why? because at this moment, he is all by himself and his daughter. you? you have to leave early in the morning for an important meeting and will return late.

yukki lets out a sigh when he woke up to him alone in the bed. he was about to search for you but halted when he noticed the little post it note left behind by you. he pouted a little at the thought of not getting his regular morning kisses and cuddle, he keeps in his mind to claim them later at night. for now, yukki will have to spend the day with his sweet little daughter. speaking of the devil, she's already knocking on the door.

"good morning, angel. how was your sleep?" yukki greeted her, the moment he opened the door, kneeling to her height.

"mornin' dada! i sleep good!" she chirped happily. she sure does have a lot of energy for a 3 years old in the morning.

yukki smiled at her, big hand pushing out the stray hair of her bed hair from her face. the little girl only lets out a giggle, feeling ticklish from the hair getting move out from his tiny face. yukki snickered at the resemblance between you and her, she really get the chaotic bed hair gene from you, eh?

"mama? 'want kiss kiss from mama!" your daughter begin to whine, pout forming on her lips.

"mama is busy, she'll be home later at night. today, you'll be with dad, okay?" yukki reassured her, rubbing her back, hoping she won't throw tantrum.

she is definitely a mama's girl. ever since she is still a newborn, she'd cry if you do not hold her first thing in the morning. not only she takes after the beauty of yukimiya kenyu but she sure does takes after the unlimited love for you. both your husband and your daughter are huge fans of yours.

it's a miracle for the little girl to not throw tantrum over not seeing you or getting her usual morning kiss from you. she is so obedient, cooperating with her dad with cleaning herself up. usually, she would splash huge wave of water toward yukki and would run out of the bathroom if yukki was in charge of her bath time. luckily today she is being such a good girl but she still cry when the shampoo got into her eyes while yukki is shampooing her soft hair.

"alright, we're done! now wait here for a bit, dad will be back, okay?" yukki told her to wait as he makes his way out of her room.

your daughter however, do not obey that particular words of her dad. instead, she pulls her closet door open, staring at the colourful dresses hanging in there. with only her diaper on, she climbed into the closet little hands pulling each dresses that caught her attention today. the pretty dresses both you and yukki got for her were thrown to the floor as she continue her little search. when she found the one, she jumps off the closet, running around with it. it gets even worse when she discovered her baby powder as she squeezes the bottle, happily shaking it around.

"okay angel, dad is- "yukki stopped himself from speaking the moment he entered the room again.

the sight of the talc spilled all over the floor along with the dresses thrown on the floor. the sight of his daughter, half covered with baby powder and her diaper is hanging low, almost falls off of her— yukki could only lets out a sigh. he snap a picture of his daughter, proceed to send it to you before he deals with the little devil.

"dada! snow! snow!" she happily shrieked, followed by high pitch giggles right after

before she could run again, yukki was quick to catch her, taking the bottle of baby powder away from her. the little girl whines, pouting as she do so. with her still in his arm, yukki picks up the dresses on the floor with one hand before putting them on her little bed. he then set her down and fix her diaper before looking at the child.

"now, what did i told you just now?" he questioned his daughter, holding himself back from laughing at how hilarious she looks right now, the white powder on her isn't helping at all.

your daughter furrowed her little eyebrows, lips pouting as she let out tiny "hmph!" over the fact that her dad just stops her from having fun with "snows". she could have slipped and fall if yukki was a second late just now.

yukki snickered at the sight before him. how cute, just like when you're sulking. he reach for her towel before wiping off the excess baby powder, struggling a little when wiping it off of her face as she babbles and trying to push his hands away.

"uh-oh, if you're not gonna be nice to dad then mama will not come home."

"no, want mama!" she gasped, pouting even more.

"then be nice and behave, yea? mama will be home quicker." yukki said, putting on the dress of her choice on.

"okay dada! barbie?"

"we'll watch barbie movies together and wait for mama, okay?"

"yay!"

you're like a magic, yukki is glad for that. with just mentioning you, your daughter listen to him well. without you, he'd be clueless. his daughter is already a menace to him, not to mention, you sometimes behave like a gremlin toward him too. maybe, it's time to give yukki his own little fan too! you already have two huge fans, it's only fair if yukki gets one too, (plus you, it'd be two!) right?

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

sae was actually a little sad over the fact that you'll be out of the house from the dawn until late midnight. though his face remain expressionless when you announced it to him, his little feelings is actually obvious as he's gotten a little too clingy than usual on the night before. how dare you leave your husband alone with the 3 little devils? do you not pity him? it's only gonna be a day but sae told himself that he'll be fine. is he really though? should have seen his pout when he sees you out for the dawn.

he ended up not being able to sleep properly after you left. call him dramatic but why does the bed feels like the whole antartica? your husband only get to sleep again around the last few minute before the sun rises. maybe he'll get some sleep before-

"daddy!" a loud whine echoed throughout his room as the door was slammed open. sae lets out an "oof" as the little body jumped on him, shaking the poor man awake. sae sigh before he finally opens his eyes, squinting at the little boy sitting on him. his younger son sitting on his chest, broken toy in his hand, pouting pitifully at his father.

"what's wrong, buddy?"

"nii-chan breaks my toy!" the boy wails, little tears running down his face.

"i did not!" screamed the older son from the other room.

sae glanced at the alarm clock. it's only 6:00am, hell already break through. sae sat up on the bed, his younger son settled on his lap, his jutted out lips trembling with his eyes remained teary. of course he is heartbroken, the toy is new and is a gift from his favourite uncle rin.

"daddy, please fix it." the boy requested, little hands pushing the broken toy into his father's bigger hands.

with the help of sunlight peeking from the curtains, sae managed to find the harmed part of the toy. luckily, it's fixable. sae pinched the toy's arm together, merging the material into one again. the toy no longer has split arm. the boy was beyond happy when his toy is no longer broken. he jumps off his father laps, jumping on the bed, sounds of "swish!" "swoosh!" left his lips as he pretends to fly the toy.

before sae could say anything, another loud wail echoed in his room, again. this time, it's a little high pitched. both sae and his younger son looks at the person, only to see the youngest son is crying at the door. the little one had his stinky blanket gripped in one hand. sae lets out a soft smile. of course, the youngest is looking for you. at this hour, you'd wake the baby up and feed him.

sae gets off the bed, approach his youngest son and takes him into his arm. the little boy calms down, basking in the warmth of his father and the soothing circles rubbed on his back. sae holds him with one hand, looking behind him, offering the other hand to the second son. the boy happily jumps over and grab onto his dad's hand, following the dad cluelessly.

"good mor- " sae halted his speech.

"uh-oh. um, good morning dad?"

sae blinked. once. twice. he refused to believe his eyes. the kitchen is in shambles, his older son wearing an apron with chocolate sauce all over the corner of his mouth and the apron. there's a plate of burnt pancakes with syrups and chocolate sauce messily splattered upon the stack of pancakes.

this is the moment where itoshi sae needed you. how are you so strong in handling them almost every day? it's only today that he'll be with them without you around yet he already wants you to come home. again, this is one of the moments where sae admired your strength as a mother to handle his kids.

"now will you be good boys and help me clean up the mess?" sae asked them to which both the elder and second son obeyed.

while they clean up, sae feeds the youngest with a bottle of milk. when the youngest is full, getting aid in burping by sae, your husband puts on the baby carrier, strapping the youngest on his chest. if you're here, you'd drool over the sight of your shirtless husband, only having baby carrier and grey sweatpants on. sae smirks at the thought of that, snapping a mirror picture of himself before sending it to you. a revenge from sae for not staying at home with him right now.

"daddy? we're done!" the elder son, who is 7 years old called out to sae.

the kitchen isn't fully clean or tidy enough but he'll deal with it later. for now, he'll join his kids for breakfast. with the help of the elder son, sae managed to cook proper portion of healthy breakfast for his boys and himself. he thanked his son for the effort of preparing pancakes but for now it's non edible. all of them settled down for the breakfast, enjoying the breakfast meal. although his day started messy and chaotic, sae is glad that they don't question about you. or maybe, it's too early for him to assume that.

"where's mommy?" both the first and second sons asked, eyes scanning the surrounding to look for you. knowing them, if he ever tell them what are you up to and when will you return, they'll get all whiny and sad. especially the second son.

"mommy is a little busy, she'll be home soon."

"mommy isn't home? but i want mommy.. " the second son starts to whimper, poking his food.

sae's heart ache a little over the sight. man, it's making him to miss you even more now.

"don't cry! mommy will be home soon! if we cry, she won't come back!" the first son claimed, trying to calm his younger brother.

"really? you're not lying right, nii-chan?" the second son asked, pouting at his older brother.

grinning widely, the elder boy pat his brother's head, reassuring that he in fact is telling the truth. sae softly smiles at them, it reminds him of his childhood, back when he is little with rin. sae silently promise that he'll protect his three sons, especially their brotherly relationship. he somehoe failed his and rin's relationship but he won't let it happen again, not with his sons.

"right daddy?"

"huh?"

sae's mind regain its consciousness, kicking himself out of his mind that's clouded with thoughts from the past. both his first and second sons are looking at him, eyes glimmering with hope of expecting him to answer them.

"we must be strong so mama will come home, right?" the eldest asked.

sae smiled. "yea. so no crying and no being bad today, okay?"

"okay!"

noises of babbles and gurgles errupted from the little guy strapped to sae's chest. the youngest somehow seems like he understands his brother's words and is cheering for it. sae chuckles as he pokes the baby's chubby cheek.

it may be hard to handle 3 boys at a time but at least he got his beloved sons with him. sae silently adores the moment bestowed to him. this is the moment that was ruined and taken away from him and rin. he is grateful that you let him to relive this moment that was stolen from him back then. itoshi sae is thankful for the blessings you've given him.

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

you left your husband and your twin children today due to a sudden meeting. knowing you, you won't show up if it's not important but it seems like an urgent meeting as rin watched you dressed up with a pout 5 hours ago. it's a miracle that itoshi rin does not give your agency a call, requesting a special day off for you today.

currently it's noon, your husband is feeling a bit drowsy. perhaps, he is worn out from playing tea party with his kids or perhaps the heat is taking a toll on him. he is cuddling with his son on the couch, nuzzling his face into the soft hair of his son meanwhile his daughter is laying on the floor, doodling on the sketchbook rin got him recently. rin was indulging his twin children by watching movie with them. rin isn't a fan of movies that are not horror but for his kids, he is willing to watch whatever they want to. totoro is playing on the screen, the son is focus on the movie, rin trying to fight off the sleepiness and the daughter doodling totoro on her sketchbook.

a moment later, the girl gets up from the floor, excitedly showing her sketchbook to rin. she lets out a little gasp as she noticed her dad has fallen asleep. she signaled her twin brother about it, to which the boy replied to her by escaping rin's arms. both of them runs away from the living room, happily enters the shared room of you and rin. rin is too deep into his beauty noon sleep, failed to detect the mischivious acts his children are about to pull.

a thud was heard later, followed by a "shh". the twins look over at their sleeping dad, glad that he isn't bothered by the sound caused by the son dropping the little bag on the floor. the daughter sits on the floor, unzips the little bag. the son however approached rin and bites onto rin's cheek. when he is sure rin isn't waking up from the impact, the boy stop biting him, teeth marks left behind on rin's cheek. he then joined his twin, digging out all the items stuffed in the little bag.

"mommy love this one!" the girl chirped, showing the boy the lipstick. it indeed is your favourite.

"yup!" the boy agrees, reaching forward for the lipstick. the boy open its lid, gasping at the cherry red substance.

"mommy wears it on her lips, like this!"

the girl take it away from the boy. she told the boy to pout, to show his lips more to which he obeyed. she then apply a thick coat of your favourite cherry red lipstick messily on the boy's lip. the boy smack his lips the way you did whenever you puts on lipstick. the girl apply a messy coat of lipstick on her lips as well, both giggling at each other.

"we look like mommy! pretty!" the boy cheered, giggling.

they both exchange putting makeup on each other. your makeup are no longer all clean and tidy. some of your eyeshadow palette are mixed up with one another. your setting powder spilled in your makeup bag. the twins were having fun decorating each other's face with your expensive makeups, innocently. but it seems like messing up your makeups aren't enough for them, as their eyes are preying for new victim. unfortunately, their eyes caught its victim. it's none other than your pretty husband, itoshi rin.

it seems like rin isn't waking up from their action at all. despite all the mixture of your makeups smacked unto his face, he is still asleep. he is only awake when he felt something moist hits his face. rin gasped at the sight of his children the moment he regained his consciousness. his son violently spraying him the setting spray isn't helping at all.

"what the- "

"daddy, stop! no bad word!" the girl cuts him off.

his heart stopped a bit as he finally recognised the items used by the kids. those are your makeup. how could he not cuss when his children are bascially covered with your makeup? at this moment, he is not the strongest soldier.

"done! daddy is pretty now!" the son giggled.

rin quickly reached for his phone. just by looking through the reflection of his face on the black screen, rin let out a sigh. of course, he is not out of this problem. not only he has red blusher, lip matte and glitter eyeshadow all over his face. he even have a bite mark left on his cheek. he does not need to know who's the little shark. his son loves to chew and bite on things since he was a baby. the culprit is already known.

he is lucky that you are not home right now because 1) you'd freak out over the condition of your makeup and 2) you'd snap picture of them, especially him in this situation. rin however snaps picture of his twin kids, snickering at how funny they look.

"now, whose idea it is to disturb mommy's stuff? hm?" rin questioned, cleaning his face with the makeup remover wipes.

both of them pointing one another. both starts to arguing over it's not their fault at all. rin sighs.

"okay. whoever tells daddy the truth, will get ice cream."

"me!"

"it was me!"

silly little kids. rin snickered at how easily they fell for the ice cream trick.

"gotcha. you little monsters. mommy will be sad if she see this. do you want mommy to be sad?" rin asked them.

both of them look at one another before looking back at rin, puppy eyes activated as they shake their head "no". rin smiles at them as he crouch down before them, wiping off the makeup on their face with the wipes.

"but it's all gone now. what should we do?" rin asked them again, wiping the last bits of makeup left on their face.

"i'll give mommy my crayons!"

"buy new one with my piggy!"

despite them being chaotic and playful, they still are considerate and willing to do anything to make sure you're happy. it applies the same as keeping each other happy. after all, they're twins— they're one another ride and die's. just like how he was with sae.

rin sits down on the floor, letting the twins to join him as they settled themselves on his lap. rin scrolls through the items displayed on the online shop website. the twins looks through each scroll their father made.

"oh oh, this one! just like mommy's!" the boy said, pointing at the image of the same highlight of yours.

"daddy, this one!" the girl said, pointing at the image of eyeshadow palette displayed on the screen.

rin lets the twins to continue choose as much makeups they wanted to give to you. rin don't even care if he spends a fortune over makeups on the official website. he truly don't care about it. if it means that his beloved wife and kids are smiling, he'll do it over and over again. well that's one but the other reason is to keep you from letting him sleep on the couch. hopefully, he isn't sleeping on the couch tonight for the ruined makeup of yours.

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OSAMU SUPREMACY🧎‍♀️

“you look cute wearing a cap.” you call out to osamu, who’s sprawled out on the sofa, exhausted after a long day at work.

“really?” your boyfriend asks with genuine confusion on his face, oblivious to how attractive he looks all the time.

“mhm.” you cheerfully hum, making your way over to him from the kitchen.

he takes off his cap, runs his hands through his hair to fluff it out and puts the cap on you, satisfyingly smiling afterwards.

“ya look cuter.” he notes with a lazy smile and half lidded eyes.

a pout grows on your face as he takes out his phone to snap a picture of you in his work cap. “this’ll be my new lock screen.” he says with a content smile.

“hmm, whatever.” you huff while leaning on his torso and resting your eyes.

he lays his hand on your arm rubbing it up and down until he stops and you look back up to see him fast asleep, taking slow heavy breaths.

you softly chuckle at how fast it took for him to knock out, and you join him as well; snuggling closer and allowing yourself to fall fast asleep in his arms, still wearing his cap.

Sometimes, when I imagined Gojo being a dad, he had twins are always that came up.

every rose and its 'twin prickles'

Or: you and the two fearsome monsters, your knightly husband must wage a war against everyday, for the sake of a glimpse of you.

▸ dad!gojo satoru x mom!reader; 1.45 wc; fluff, fluff, gallons and gallons of fluff; a pair of cute, possessive and too-wise-for-their-age babies who love their mama wayyy too much; poor miserable deprived 'toru; sprinkles of humor too added in there; implied no curses!au

▸ i dump the blame of this on @afortoru's shoulders. A, look what you made me do ▸ writing this genre for the 1st time! characters, image or divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Do you know what’s the best thing about work? 

Every evening it ends early. 

Do you know what’s the best thing about home? 

Every evening you’re there.   

Walking into the barely-lit flat, a soft smile lights up the expanse of Satoru’s face as the quiet sounds of snoring float over from the bedroom. Dumping the bag on the sofa and shrugging off the coat, the man moves silently further into the apartment – weary mind conjuring images of you in an oversized black tee [of his], curled into yourself in the king-sized bed, the cutest little pout on your lips as you babble in your sleep – then pauses, a hand on the doorknob.  

Two pairs of blue eyes sparkle at him from the almost-darkness of the room.  

Satoru closes the door behind and slumps against it.  

Two matching grins aim at his heart from the human blanket over your form. 

Sharp. Shrewd. Cruel. 

You wrap an arm round each of those two monkeys – the latter back here from their grandparents', two days before schedule.  

Ten years ago, were anyone to tell Satoru there would be a day in the future when he would have to fight for you, only to taste defeat, again and again and again, the man would have emptied his glass of champagne on their clothes, then kicked them out of the reception party. 

Yet, now... as he trudges closer to the door and extends a hand to brush a few wily wisps of hair away from your forehead – only to have it slapped away harshly by a little palm – he can’t help but wonder what sin he committed in his previous birth, to have received an angel like you as his wife, but two demons like them for his children.  

Sachiko, the older of the twins, glares up at her father. “Papa, no!! Mama’s sleeping,” She whisper-yells, eyes darting from him to you than back to him, lips tugged down in a scowl, the likes of which he has only seen in a mirror. On your other side, a mop of white hair nods, albeit not without a tiny yawn – Sachiro’s definitely inherited your sleepiness in a rainy weather.  

Satoru lifts an eyebrow in return. “I can see that, you two. Now go, play with your toys or something. I wanna cuddle with my wife.” 

“But we too wanna cuddle with Mama,” Sachiko retorts as she slips out from under your arm and sits up on the bed. The tiny ponytail on her white head stays in a complete disarray; your husband watches your daughter tug at it a couple of times, frowning, before she gives up, returning her glower to him as she continues, “So, you can’t cuddle with her. Mama is ours now.” 

Your son again gives a small “yes” at her words, followed by a yawn – a reaction which Sachiko doesn’t deem to be enough, apparently, given how she throws a glare his way next. “Hey, whose team are you on, dumbo? Mine or Papa’s?” 

The answer arrives in an instant, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible from a five-year-old. “Yours, obviously. I don’t want Papa to steal Mama away. She’s ours.” 

The smug grin directed his way next makes Satoru want to flick two foreheads pretty hard – but he doesn’t. Any rash or impulsive action can only do him more harm now, driving him further away from his goal.  

So, cogs whirring in his brain, he crouches down to his kids’ eye level and smiles.  

“What do you think of a compromise, kids? Why don’t you make a deal with me?”  

Two pairs of blue clash with the original pair of blue for a while, suspicion in one, suspicious curiosity in the other, while challenge swirls in the last; before a huff breaks the staring contest and your daughter folds her arms across her chest. Exchanging a glance and a nod with her, your son too sits up and announces, “Okay, we’re interested. What’s the deal?” 

Your husband lets out an internal whoop of victory. 

“Belgian chocolates in exchange for a cuddling session with my wife.” 

“Bleh!” Sachiko makes a disgusted face – something which takes him back to his younger days when Suguru and Shoko used to imitate his expressions – and whines, “They are so bitter, yuck! Suggest something better.” 

“A doll house for you and a car for Sachiro, if that’s the case.” 

The latter is the one to turn down this time. Tone brimmed with disappointment – something he can only ever learn from you – he says, “But you just bought us one last month, Papa! Mama always asks you to save money... why don’t you ever listen to her?” 

A knife of guilt lodges itself into his heart and twists. Satoru sighs. “I do... I try to, always, but you two make it so difficult for me to! Why are you like this? Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her? She is as much my wife as much she’s your mom.” 

“We know,” The addressed two answer in unison with sage little nods of their head. The girl continues with a grave expression matching her brother’s, “But we can also ask you the same, Papa. She is as much our mom as she’s your wife. Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?”  

“Besides, you spent five extra years with her, before we were born. We just want to make up for the time lost,” Sachiro chimes in with a pout. “Tell us, Papa,” The two again speak in a heart-wrenching chorus, “Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?” 

“The kids are right, y’know?” A mumble pops the gravity of the situation at hand, and Satoru looks down to find you awake, cracking an amused smile at them. He huffs, rising from the floor and plopping on the bed next to you, arms folded against chest.

“Can’t believe I am so unloved and unwanted in this world. My kids don’t love me. They don’t listen to me. My wife too doesn’t love me. She never supports me. Welp, got to be the unluckiest to be in my shoes right now, I guess.” 

Your husband pauses, giving a small break for the words to sink into everyone, before you let out a long exhale and send him a minor twitch of your lips. Sachiko moves to pat his head, the same moment Sachiro reaches over to clasp his small arms around his neck. You too rise and embrace him from behind, placing a small kiss in between his shoulder blades.  

“Y’know, it’s not like that,” You say, placing your ear on his back, “Just ’cause the kids love me more doesn’t mean they don’t love you. And it’s not even your fault – my personality is so awesome, everyone can’t help but adore me the moment they see me – isn't that right, babies?” 

“Right, Mama,” A pair of wonderstruck voices ring out in reply to your jocular question – you continue in the same note, with another kiss, this time on the nape of his neck.

“And because your awesome Mama’s asking you now, will you two be good babies and let Papa too sleep here with us? Look at him: he’s so tired and sad. You don’t want your dearest Papa to be sad and tired, right? You will let him cuddle with us, won't you?” 

Satoru watches the twins look at each other for a second, then the younger acquiesce, “Papa can cuddle with us. That’s okay, maybe.” The two then proceed to shoot a particularly sharp look at him; one he responds to with a cheeky smirk, which disappears into a soft smile when he feels you manoeuvre his face towards yourself, a light grasp on his chin.  

“See, the kids agreed. Now, are you feeling loved and wanted?” 

“Infinitely more,” He replies with a peck on your lips – however, before he can deepen the kiss a tad more, you bring him into a sleeping posture beside you, the kids immediately piling on top of the two of you. You offer him something between a cute pout and a sorry smile, which earns a wink from your husband. 

Turning to one side, Satoru drags you, Sachiko lying on top of you and Sachiro lying in between him and you, into himself, letting him be lulled to sleep by the melody of your laughs and your kids’ half-hearted harrumphs.

Do you know what’s the best thing about life? 

Every tiniest bit of it he gets to spend beside you, the light of his life, and the two imps, your and his love brought into this world – even if he knows he’s going to get kicked out of bed the very microsecond you fall asleep again. 

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