bf!satoru x reader who has no filter

“i can’t-“ you lightly punched satoru on his chest, whining a bit now, “i can’t do it”

“what the..”

and you burst into tears, covering your face with your hands.

“…hell?” satoru questioned, tilting his head to catch your eye.

you were currently perched up on his lap, both your lips swollen from the heated makeout you had going on five seconds ago.

until satoru gave his dreadful suggestion.

it’s not that it was ill mannered, the poor man just wanted to try something new.

even with all his ego and arrogance gojo could not pin down what had bothered you so much, an anxiety bloomed in his chest on whether he’d hurt you by accident.

“i can’t ride you, okay?” you sniffled removing your hands from your face, to glare at him.

breathless satoru spoke “okay alright, you don’t have to baby”

“but you reeeally wanted it” you teeter off into a sob again.

“I DIDN’T, I SWEAR I DIDNT I TAKE IT BACK” he rubbed your waist reassuringly, trying to calm you down.

which you did…for a moment, and then- “you think i’m a bad girlfriend…” you trailed off.

“never”

you pouted looking off to the side, and satoru finally released the breath he’d been holding, so he hadn’t hurt you. but….

“why?” he asked.

“my boobs hurt” you muttered under your breath.

satoru made an inquisitive expression, his pretty brows scrunching up in confusion.

“it’s just that, any time i jump consecutively it just hurts and it’s not fun whatsoever” you roll your eyes.

before he can reply you continue,

“i just can’t do jumping jacks on the D”

your boyfriends shoulders shake from withheld laughter until he full on starts laughing out loud.

you smile sheepishly, your attempt at reconciliation by being humorous was clearly working.

“it’s no worries, i’ve got you” satoru smirks before flipping you onto your back.

firefly; i just did some jumping jacks and my boobs hurt so bad hence i wrote this fic </3

husband!sukuna : you’re not really here

the apartment is too quiet for a place that now holds three people.

it shouldn’t be.

baby!yuji’s asleep in the bassinet beside the bed.

you sit at the edge of the mattress, shoulders curved inward, fingers loosely clasped in your lap.

he’s been asleep for twenty minutes.

you know that because you’ve been watching the clock. you can’t even look at him.

it’s second hand ticks louder than it should.

sukuna’s in the hallway, shoulders held taut despite the clear exhaustion from work. he’s waiting.

“still awake?” his voice cuts through the room, softer than usual.

“yeah” you swallow, shifting slightly.

sukuna’s eyes seem to scan the room, landing back on you.

“you didn’t eat”

feigning normalcy had started to weigh on you.

you let out a small, humorless breath,

“i don’t think i was meant to be his mother”

husband!sukuna : peak-a-boo

you bite your bottom lip, holding in a giggle.

“shhh” you whisper, nuzzling into baby!yuji’s hair.

the both of you are hiding behind your rooms curtain trying to stifle any sound, waiting for sukuna to get home.

the door clicks open with your husband announcing that he’s home followed by deafening silence.

confused, sukuna cocks his head, eyes scanning the living room, with no sign of the two of you.

“papa think we are gone?” yuji whispers into your ear, his voice is so adorable you want to eat his chubby little cheeks.

you nod, a lie. sukuna always knew if you were there or not, he could sense your presence. now it was up to him to play along.

“huh, guess nobody’s home” his voice echoes out, a curious tone in it making yuji’s ears perk up, sukuna’s footsteps stop outside your bedroom’s door.

“wow finally all the bed to myself? this day couldn’t get any better” he claims, his theatrical self only on display for his son’s amusement.

yuji squeals lightly sinking further into your arms and concealing his face. the motion ruffles the curtain alerting sukuna of your position, although the bunching up of the curtain in a corner was proof enough.

“hm, did my wife and my son really leave me?” sukuna questions looking around the room for the two of you, until finally he stops at the curtain.

“shh mama” yuji places a hand over your mouth, children were so clueless and endearing.

“huh i wonder if a little menace is hiding behind here!” he pulls back the curtain, revealing the both of you, yuji shrieks in response bursting into a fit of giggles.

you smile up at your husband with a blob of sunshine in your arms, one that looked exactly like him.

“you found us” you let out a soft breath.

“yeah” he leans forward to kiss you, “i did” while yuji climbs up his arm, dangling there and demanding another round of hide and seek.

more papa!kuna

gojo loooves it when you bully him (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

“and then it was just a pain in the ass, you should’ve seen nanami’s face he knew it was a one man job-”

gojo rambles on and on about his day, at first you were avidly listening in to the story excited to see where it went but realized fast enough that it was just your boyfriend recounting how amazingly indulgent he’d been in other people’s lives.

“but i’d made him tag along just to waste his time-“

you lower your eyes, a mock serious expression on your face.

“just shut up and kiss me”

“OKAYYY” satoru chirps letting you pull him by his neck into a messy kiss where you bite his top lip.

he hisses to retort and follows your lips eyes half lidded when you pull away, wanting needing more.

“ah, ah” you shake your pointer finger in his face pushing him away with one hand.

he narrows his eyes, grabbing your finger and pulling you in closer, the sudden movement making you jerk forward losing balance for a bit.

however you recover quick shooting back a remark “noo don’t manhandle me like thisss” in a sing song-y voice.

satoru shakes his head amused, “baby, where do you learn these words?”

“oh, from my other boyfriend”

“right right and what position does he have you in, for this so called manhandling?” he plays along a smirk tugging on his lips.

you watch it dissolve though being replaced by an annoyed expression at your reply,

“face down ass up”

you giggle watching his face contorting as if he’ll throw a tantrum. he huffs “you know i do that best though, you know no one compares, no one has you feeling good like me, admit it”

your heart and your mind and everything combined agree but you don’t give him the satisfaction. you tap your chin as if deep in thought,

“oh! oh! he can also bench press my weight!”

satoru chuckles throwing his head back blue eyes meeting yours in bewilderment,

“if you fantasize about doing that then you know can just ask me right?”

well he does bench press your weight alright. all night.

obsessive!gojo

what is it now, too busy to reply?

it had been a day and you hadn’t texted.

he knows it, gojo knows it in his heart, he thinks about you more than you think about him.

i miss you..

you said you’d be out with friends and he feels betrayed that you didn’t even check up on him.

too busy partying huh?

you were just friends but..friends are important too.

or what if you’d lied, saying you were going out just to get rid of him for the day.

you wouldn’t do that right?

husband!satoru : he has a nightmare

A cold draft blows through the window.

You shiver awoken from your sleep, disturbed, silently cussing yourself for not closing the window shut before going to bed.

You intend to move but before you can, you hear it.

A soft sob.

You look over at the tuft of white hair next to you.

Satorus’ hair glistens in the moonlight.

Slowly, you pull down the blanket covering his face.

Oh.

The sight you reveal makes your heart clench.

Eyebrows scrunched and nose slightly red, wet tears stream down your husband’s face.

His beauty unmatched yet his pain so silently devastating.

You watch, frozen as he mutters something under his breath. Your name.

After a year of marriage, and more of being his lover, you are familiar with his habit of sleep talking.

Usually it’s silly things, a curse he may be ridiculing, or a new sweet treat he tries out in his dreams.

But this, this is a first.

He looks so…..sad.

You gently bring your hand up to his face, wiping away a stray tear as you cup his cheek.

“Satoru” you say softly.

Prompted, his eyeballs move behind shut eyelids trying to escape whatever it is that troubles him.

You say his name 3 times, each attempt louder than the one before until finally he opens his eyes.

A storm-worn blue.

He awakens with a gasp eyes filled with terror, instantly locking onto yours.

Your heart swells.

“It’s okay, it was just a dream” you caress his face with your thumb, trying your best to soothe him.

He opens his mouth about to say something but stops, eyes raking over your face.

As if he couldn’t believe you were real.

His hand comes up and cups your hand that was soothing his face, his larger one engulfing your own.

He whispers your name, again-with such ache.

Nodding, your eyes follow a few more tears that slip out of his eye.

He inhales, ready to speak this time.

“You’re my best friend” his voice cracks.

His hand clutches yours tighter.

“I know” you affirm.

You lean forward placing small kisses onto his chin, his nose, both his cheeks and eyelids, lastly his forehead.

Satorus’ eyes flutter shut.

Exhausted, he starts to drift back to sleep.

One hand holding yours and the other on your back pulling you in tighter, closer to him.

You pull your blanket over the both of you, returning back to your slumber.

You knew then, what it was.

He is, in love.

firefly; part two where roles switch and reader has a nightmare? hmm decisions decisions.. (inspo from this song)

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husband!satoru : carry the baby for me

Back aching, dragging swollen feet you pad across the living room towards your husband, satoru.

Approaching his slightly drowsy figure on the couch you call out his name. Slowly his sleepy gaze lifts and lights up at the sight of his 6 months pregnant wife.

“Hey…baby” his voice soft, gaze lingering at your swollen belly and the cute pout on your face.

“What’s wrong?” he questions standing up, hands automatically resting on your hips.

“Carry the baby for me” you huff out.

Satoru tilts his head amused at his wife’s command “I would honey, if I could I would turn into a male seahorse and carry all our children”.

You glare at him, too moody for his silly antics and proceed to turn around on your feet, his chest to your back.

“Give me your hands toru” and being the ever pleasing husband he is he abides.

Bending down you feel your husband in the crook of your neck watching you guide his hands under your belly.

Something clicks and he whispers “yes ma’am” as he lifts your belly gently with his large hands.

A sigh of content leaves your lips as the weight of the bump gets transferred to your husband momentarily.

After all carrying the strongest’s offspring is no easy task.

Satoru watches as you melt into his chest, snuggling into your neck and inhaling your scent.

“I wasn’t joking about the seahorse part” your chuckle vibrates against his chest, his heart beating faster as your warmth ruminates through him, your mood clearly elevated.

firefly; my first post ever! i’m so nervous posting my work hopefully i can improve my writing through this ❀ུ͏  

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