i have no real desire to become a parent any time soon lol but oh, this is making me question everything…… (twt link, sfw fanart) dad!satoru thoughts under the cut 😔 (gn!reader)
imagine adopting with satoru and he treats your sweet little baby as the most precious thing in the entire world. and to the two of you, they are. you both love this little human so much and with every day, you watch as satoru blooms more and more into his role as father with misty eyes, so happy about the life you've built together.
he learns to braid hair and loves buying clothes and making home cooked toddler food. he takes courses about nutrition and child growth, learning about what vegetables and proteins to use and what to avoid in order to ensure your child the best of the best. he still makes cooking and eating fun, though. you're in awe at how happily baby gojo eats the food, so giddy in their excitement as you feed them.
and oh my goodness, satoru would absolutely spoil your child to no end!!!!!!! getting them all the toys and plushies they want, no matter the price or abundance of things you already have at home. he's also barely able to tear himself away from them if he has to leave for work. (if he even goes to work still lmao i can totqpally picture him quitting everything to solely focus on your home life now, finally living out his dreams as house husband <3333) every time he leaves, he misses the two of you soooo much, regularly checking in and you answer the phone with a slightly exasperated smile but with your heart fluttering at the enthusiasm all the same.
at night, he doesn't mind being the one taking care of your crying baby at all and they love the attention every time, immediately calming down once his arms come down around them to cradle them close. he reads to them, lies down next to them in bed, whispering little anecdotes and fairytales he's made up himself. sometimes you take them into bed with you, making sure they're nestled in safely between the two of you, satoru's finger clasped in their little grasp, and the little darling sleeps soundly through the entire night without making a fuss.
i just….. there's so much love and warmth in your household and your happy, little family is so perfect it's actually ridiculous sometimes. because it's something neither of you had ever thought a real possibility but now that it's real, you cherish it soso much. ok i need to cry about this now :'))))
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knight!shoko and witch!reader................................ bleeding and hurt, she stumbles upon a hut in the woods in the middle of the night after a big battle. she knocks on the door but nothing, she tries to knock again but she just doesn't have the strength – her armor is heavy and her limbs numb, she can't even stand up properly. slumping against the wooden door, her knees meet the cold ground below her feet.
she can feel the blood. trickling. seeping through her garments with every breath she takes. somewhere underneath her cuirass, somewhere underneath her helm. it's warm. it's hers.
she doesn't remember closing her eyes nor does she remember stepping inside the little house. but she's here now.
sat on a little chair before of a fireplace, she's almost completely bare with only her undergarments on. no steel, no iron. her eyes widen as panic runs through her veins, but even the slightest move makes her wince in pain. she hisses under her breath, her hand laid just below her ribs from where the sting seems to spring from. but when she looks down at the wound, it's only a bruise.
she eyes her body but finds no scratches and no cuts. splotches of blue and purple blossom all over her but she knows those couldn't be the only reminders of the fight. is she really to believe she lost consciousness just from a few contusions?
she wouldn't.
so from where did the blood come? and where did it go? where is her armor and where is her sword?
shoko scans the room with her dark eyes and spots her blade as it winks at her under the light of the flame. but it's out of reach. her whole body hurts, all the way from her toes to her fingers, and she doesn't understand. her mind can't wrap around her own being but the weapon is the only thing she's certain of, so she needs to get it. she needs to hold it. she needs to defend herself—
there's a hand on her shoulder.
a shadow stands in the corner of her eye, quiet, as if its now even real. maybe it isn't. maybe she's truly losing her mind.
maybe she's dead.
maybe this is her hell.
"are you feeling better now, my little knight?"
or maybe this is her heaven instead.
she cranes her neck to meet the voice. slow, she's slow – inching up and up and up until she's met with a smile. the light of the fireplace flickers on the person's face, the flames dancing on their lips and shoko feels the need to swallow the lump that's settled in her throat.
a little more up to find the eyes and she regrets her curiosity in an instant. shame oozes from her skin when her first thoughts are not of saying 'thank you' but of something filthier instead. the need to slap herself for the lack of manners almost makes her twitch in her spot but she can't seem to tear her gaze from yours. bewitched.
you're no good.
she can tell.
but when your fingers card through her hair and then move down to trace over her jawline with your sharp nails, she knows it doesn't matter. when you kneel down beside her while gazing up at her, she knows it doesn't matter. when you brush over the mole below her eye, she knows it doesn't matter.
"where am i?"
"aren't you going to thank me, little knight?"
shoko hums to herself. this feels like a trap. the smile on your face has yet to falter, your honeyed tone reeling her in alongside your warm touch. you let your hand trail down from her jaw to her neck while keeping your eyes on hers.
you can feel her pulse under your fingertips and it makes your grin widen even further.
"thank.. you."
you don't mind the uncertainty in her tone, you're not surprised by it. but her obedience does fill you with excitement. oh, how you love knights and their sickening desire to be good. this is where the fun lies.
"you are very welcome, love." moving downward, your palm now rests above her heart. "you must be so tired, hm?"
your hand moves lower.
"and hungry too, i'm sure..."
her ribs. her stomach.
shoko's eye twitches.
you bite down on your lip and shoko breaks. he breaks the connection as she zones on in how your teeth sink into the soft flesh. she feels as if she's a dog on a leash, her mouth frothing at the sight of fresh meat. she wants to snarl at you, to get a taste. it's weird because this isn't how she is – she's not some untamed beast, she couldn't be more far from it. she domesticated. she knows how to behave.
but perhaps she only thinks she is. perhaps you're just trying to set her free.
shoko's breath hitches when you lean forward and press your lips to the bruise that's sprouting from below her skin. it burns as it spreads all over. the kiss. her cheeks turn pink and her body trembles – she doesn't feel like she's in control of her own body anymore. her fingers ball up into fists by her side because she doesn't know what they'll do if she just lets them be. she doesn't know you and she's now starting to realize that she might not know herself either.
the pain disappears as pleasure takes over, and shoko feels awfully weak. but she makes no effort to push you away. you're kissing it better, aren't you? she's been taught to be grateful, so she'll let you help her. it's only right... right?
hands on her sides, you lift your gaze and shoko can't help but feel the froth in her mouth again. you look mean and sweet at the same time, you look like a saviour and a devil in one.
"say 'thank you', my little knight."
your grin is something out of this world. it reminds her of a fox that's peering from the dark shadows, eyeing the chickens its about to devour. so is shoko the chicken or is she the dog? is she about to get eaten or will she be the one that's eating? she's at your mercy and she can't even bring herself to try and deny the fact.
it's a whisper.
"thank you..."
it's wanting.
you've got her now, there's no going back. she's offering herself to you without even really realizing it and you love it.
one thing about me is i sometimes just follow people if i like their theme and/or writing style even if they only write fem reader n stuff like i dont even mind if its not directly „for“ me i just wanna support the effort and give some love yknow :(
thinking about satoru being so tall that he has to hold you up like a sex doll when he's pounding into you in standing doggy, and you can feel his heartbeat rattle against your back
husbands aran and shinsuke would take such good care of you pls i'm actually getting emotional over it :')
they're both up earlier than you given their jobs and schedules but aran always spends some more time after his morning run and shower in bed with you, while shinsuke is already out and about. he tells you about cute dogs he saw and your plans for the day, kissing your sleepy giggles from your lips and leaving you so loved and feeling warm all over once he really has to leave. and then there's shin who always prepares breakfast for the three of you, his own little ritual before going to the fields; careful, gentle, competent hands handling the food with so much love that you can taste it once you sit down to enjoy his labor. the rice is soft, the vegetables perfectly seasoned and the freshly brewed coffee fills you both with energy and a deeply seated, all encompassing appreciation as you think of him.
shinsuke also makes sure to check in on you once he's taking his afternoon break, whether you're home or not, and the two of you talk about everything and nothing at all, simply enjoying each other's company. he picks up on all your moods and always manages to cheer you up with his loving honesty, telling you about all your qualities and the things he loves about you. your face heats up every time, no matter how long it's been since you got together, because the open, unabashed way he talks about you so endearingly leaves no room for discussion. you, in turn, give him as much love back as you can— so many heart emojis via text, your spoken thanks in case you're on the phone during your own break, or kisses if you're home with him, taking extra care to leave him a little breathless yourself, whispering soft praises and thanks against his skin.
most days, aran comes home late, given the strict training schedule he has. he is one of the best, after all, and that doesn't come from taking it easy. (you've been texting all day, though, and he always returns to his routine with a gentle smile on his lips and better posture, cherishing the sweet words and terrible memes you've been sending him. it gives him strength— to know that you're always there cheering him on, whether it's at an actual game or from home or your work place while he's training to get stronger.) shinsuke and you are both in the kitchen, soft instrumental music playing in the background as you chatter with each other, and it feels so much like home that aran's chest tightens every single evening without fail. he toes off his shoes in the genkan and moves into the beautiful, open kitchen, smile already on his face and he watches the two of you light up as you greet him. he steps towards shinsuke first, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, hand on his hip and a mumbled „tadaima“ muffled by the skin to skin contact. you watch them from your spot at the table with almost actual hearts in your eyes, face in your hands and a giddy excitement growing in your belly at having both your boys home with you again.
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