husband!satoru : save a mountain, climb a man

it’s way too early in the morning and satoru’s perched up on the counter chair peacefully eating his cereal.

you yawn, padding up to him sleepily. seeing just how adorable and calm he looked, you ofcourse had to do something about it.

“hey babe” he chews, with his jaw working lazily and his pale hair all fluffed up.

you hum in response, coming up behind his chair and then slowly starting to climb him. you bring one leg over his shoulder maintaining balance by digging your palm into his skin.

your husband’s hand pauses for a slight second where he seems to mull over your actions and then, having come to some conclusion he continues to sip on the milk and eat his cereal.

you bring your other leg up and over hoisting yourself with a surprising smoothness.

not like you hadn’t mounted him before.

“watcha doin’?” you sing-song trying to play it cool as if you do this everyday. i mean, your boyfriend was a tree you’d climb any-day but…maybe under different circumstances.

“oh i was thinking we’re low on groceries, do you wanna join me later today?” satoru continues his conversation with you as if there was nothing abnormal about this situation.

you lean down to look into his eyes upside down, while carding your fingers through this messy yet soft hair.

“sure!” you chirp in response not really surprised at his lack of reaction.

satoru was a man as clingy as they came and you sitting on top of him like this was heaven in his mind. he rubbed your thigh affectionately excited by this new side of you.

“you’re so boring” you huff, swatting at his hand.

“BORING?” he gasps dramatically.

“yes boring, i wanted to see how you’d react to me sitting on your shoulders like this”

“oh i’m reacting alright, actually everything is reacting” he shrugs his shoulders with you on top of him, almost making you lose balance and you grab onto his ears hard to maintain it.

“ow-“

“can you be serious for one second?” you exclaim, literally fighting for your life.

satoru tilts his head upwards to look at you, “you know what, i love this you should do it more often!” he grinned his stupid smile, eyes shining bright.

he was entirely helpless…

a lost cause truly.

firefly; day 25 of ‘who tf did i marry…’ ❀ུ͏  

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゛Winter, soft as your name ⊹　₊ ‎ ‎

‘twas was the day after christmas, satoru was away on some business trip, your friends were busy with family and here you were all cosy-ed up in your red pyjama set and warm blanket with your laptop propped up watching cheesy romance movies.

your hand reaching, for the delicious chocolates which you’d received from your lovely husband in your stockings, suddenly halts at an unexpected knock on the door.

a chill travels up your spine, no one is supposed to be here…this late at night, closing your laptop rapidly shut you grab a fireplace poker muttering affirmations to yourself.

it’s okay, it’s probably no one, just the neighbors maybe, nothing to worry about.

your thoughts are interrupted by another rapid knock on the door, bracing for impact you contemplate whether you should open the door or not.

“baaaabbbyyyyy, i’m homeeee!” a characteristic cheer you knew too well, you pull open the door to a snow covered satoru, candy cane in mouth and suitcase by his side.

jumping into his arms, you squeal “you’re back!” nuzzling into his face, highly elated to see him. hair sprinkled with snow blending into the scene behind him, satoru embraces you tighter, peppering kisses all over your face.

exhilarated he walks in with you clinging to him, simultaneously shrugging snow off his coat “i wanted to surprise you, wait..what’s that for?” pointing at the fireplace poker you’d dropped to the ground in your excitement.

sheepishly you shrug at him “oh um..i thought you were a burglar”

husband!satoru : my wife is upset with me

huffing, lips pursed, you shift away from any of satoru’s attempts to touch you, which is comical considering the fact that you’re facing him straddling his lap.

“talk to me” satoru groans reaching out for you again and you swat his hand off your waist, moving to open the first aid kit and taking out some iodine with various other ointments.

it was another night where your husband had pushed himself too far, taking up more missions than needed, covering for others and coming back home injured.

feeling ignored, satoru observes the furrow of your brows, finding you unbelievably cute, he moves forward to peck you quickly on your forehead before you can react.

“you know, it’s sweet when you worry for me,” satoru remarks with his unwavering demeanor.

however his cockiness, pushes you over the edge, you hate how much he overworks himself, and worse so how he pretends he’s okay afterwards, that all this extra burden doesn’t take a toll on him.

as his lover, and his wife you notice it, the bags forming under his eyes, the look of exhaustion he hides from you, his constant appearances back home with one injury or another.

sighing at your lack of response, he drawls “i just don’t like it when you ignore me” his hand comes up to cup your cheek but you grab his wrist, shooting a sharp glare at your husband.

a whisper from him then, “scary…” the strongest sorcerer alive, is scared of you, his wife, who’s only ever wanted for him to take care of himself. for once just to put himself first.

observing his wounds you clean them carefully with a wet rag, his defined chest littered with small yet painful looking scratches, as you proceed to place a soothing ointment on them.

you watch your husband relax under your touch, the warmth from your thighs and your caring gaze combined allowing him to finally rest.

done bandaging him up, you push up from his chest still mad, and not wanting to speak to him just as you’re tugged down back into his lap by a very sleepy satoru.

“you know..i can’t heal if my wife is upset with me”

resolve shaking, you sigh giving in “you never listen to me,” sick of his antics you speak voice stern,

“satoru gojo, if you continue to keep this cycle of overworking yourself and coming back home injured i swear on OUR marriage i will kill you.”

your husband stares at you silently, absorbing your statement and slowly his mouth tilts up…is he grinning?

the audacity of this man.

“yes ma’am” he muses nodding wildly, hands previously resting on your waist now moving up.

you roll your eyes.

un-fucking believable.

firefly; i rewatched hidden inventory recently and was inspired by the fact that when gojo realized his powers he had to take the burden of most others, forgetting about his own wellbeing ❀ུ͏  

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