tracing bob’s face in the morning while he’s still half asleep 🥹 just running your fingers over his cheekbones, his eyebrows, down the slope of his nose !!!
he’d be all warm from the sunlight and so smiley. letting out little noises while he stretches and tucks himself against you.
used to sleep with a shirt on because he was so self conscious but one night he fell asleep without one, and woke up to you tracing the freckles on his back. it gave him the best kind of goosebumps and now, he never sleeps with a shirt.
he’d be so whiny when you have to get up to pee but loves smothering you as soon as your back in bed.
always apologizes and getting all shy if he drools a little on you. but you’re never mad, it’s actually endearing.
actually sleeps horribly when you’re not there, either stays awake for days or has horrifying nightmares.
it’s worse when he can’t call you for comfort.
he often wakes you up with choked sobs and trembling hands. it’s sad, but he’s at least learned he doesn’t have to keep quiet with you.
it doesn’t stop him from apologizing every five seconds, though. constantly feeling like a burden.
sometimes he just wants to curl up and bury his face in your neck. needs your arms around him, tickling his back and twirling his hair.
summary: Satoru somehow always knows when you need new flowers
cw: none! just disgustingly sweet, tooth rotting fluff
wc: 1,040
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Satoru was an annoyingly good boyfriend and he knew it.
He knew all of your regular food orders, knew exactly how you liked your coffee—two sugars with that French vanilla creamer you could only buy at the shop by your house. And somehow, some way, he always knew exactly when to bring you a new bunch of flowers.
It got to the point where you’d stopped worrying when you saw the petals beginning to brown, curling inwards and crisping at the edges, because you knew Satoru would come home with a fresh bunch later that evening. It was like he had some weird botanical sixth-sense, one you’d never thought about questioning until today.
“How do you always know?” you asked as you took the bouquet of peonies from his outstretched hand, beaming down at the closed, baby-pink buds, still shy and tightly curled.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he replied with a smug grin, wrapping an arm around your middle and planting a kiss on your temple.
He always said some variation of those words—“What kind of sorcerer would I be if I gave it all away?” or “Genius doesn’t explain itself,” each one delivered with the same cocky smile that made you roll your eyes.
Your eyes narrowed as you passed him, gently bopping him on the head with the wrapped stems. “I’ll figure you out someday.”
Satoru chuckled, brushing past to empty the vase of wilted sunflowers. “Sure you will, baby.”
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It was a last-minute decision, heading over to Jujutsu High with Satoru’s favourite sweet-treat in tow. You wanted to repay the favour, surprise him for once, because if he got to be disgustingly affectionate, then so did you.
You found him in his classroom, feet hiked up onto the desk as he lazily leaned back in his chair. His blindfold hung low on his neck, white strands of hair falling delicately over his forehead. Papers rustled from between his fingers, a soft hum falling from his parted lips as he read through them—reports, you assumed.
“Didn’t you ever hear about the kid who fell and hit his head from leaning back too far in his chair?” you asked from the doorway, causing a startled Satoru to grip the edge of the table, guiding the feet of his chair back down to the floor. You laughed, stepping inside and letting the door shut behind you with a soft click. “Hungry?”
Satoru’s eyes visibly lit up when he noticed the brown paper bag held between your thumb and forefinger, instantly recognising it as his favourite. “Kikufuku?” he asked, crossing over to you and taking a peek inside with a soft gasp. “I love you.”
You laughed as you handed him the bag, eyes fluttering shut when his lips pressed softly against your forehead. “Wow, only because I brought you sweets?”
“Well…” He paused, his grin deepening into something sly and knowing as he let you fill in the rest. He expertly dodged your incoming palm, stepping back towards his desk with a laugh. “Aren’t you gonna say it back?” His snowy lashes dipped as he pouted, annoyingly hard to ignore.
“Well…” you echoed, trying and failing to stop your lips from twitching up into a smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling when his hand found yours, tugging you with him. “I love you too, dummy.”
With that, he pressed his lips to yours in a slow, sweet kiss. One hand rested gently on your cheek, slender fingers threading through the hairs at the nape of your neck, and the other—well, the other had ulterior motives. He sneakily gripped the folded edge of the paper bag, and slowly pried it from your fingers.
“Satoru!” You laughed against his lips, to which he pulled away with an innocent look on his face.
“What? I can smell them!” He pulled the little box of treats from the bag, and you swore you saw his eyes sparkle when he popped it open.
“You’re impossible,” you murmured, but your grin betrayed you.
As Satoru placed the box down on his desk, something caught your eye—a singular flower standing in a thin crystalline vase sitting among scattered papers, the petals unfurled in frilly, pink layers.
“Is that…?” you asked, eyes narrowing as you pointed towards the familiar blossom.
His gaze followed your finger, cheeks stuffed full of velvety green mochi. When he saw the flower, his eyes softened.
“Ah,” he started, swallowing before grinning at you. “I've been found out.”
“Stealing my flowers?” You raised an accusatory brow, plucking the flower from the vase with a mock-scandalised gasp, twirling the stem between your fingertips before facing him again.
“I mean, technically, I bought them—” He caught your eye, stopping himself once he noticed The Look™ and straightened his back with a cough. “I mean—yes, stealing your flowers. But, it's for a good reason!” he quickly added, offering his palms in a quiet surrender.
You laughed, perching yourself on the edge of his mahogany desk. “I'm waiting.”
“Remember when you asked how I always knew when to bring flowers home?” He bent down, rifling through the metal bin that lived beside his chair.
You watched him with a slight grimace, nodding. “Which time?” you teased, which made him chuckle.
“Very funny. Well,” he continued, pulling out a wilted sunflower. The petals were wrinkled and barely there as he held it up to you. “This is how.”
Your brows pulled together as you plucked the stem from his fingers, examining the nearly-dead flower. “I don't get it.”
Satoru’s eyes rolled upward, his lips curling into a soft smile. “I keep one from every bouquet I buy. That way, I can see when they need replacing, because they'll wilt or go brown or whatever.”
You felt your heart skip.
“You're such a sap,” you said, trying for teasing, but your voice had already gone soft.
He just grins, unbothered. “Takes one to know one.”
You looked back at the flower—pink, ruffled, and perfectly bloomed. “I can't believe you actually track flower death for me,” you muttered through a flustered laugh, placing the peony back in the vase and pulling him in for another kiss.
hello! i always enjoy seeing hc posts so i thought i'd make my own!
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he doesn't really show affection early on in your relationship. it takes time for him to let his guard down but once he does, good lord.
if you're walking around together, he is usually making some sort of physical contact. (holding hands, hand on your shoulder/back, just straight up walking so close that your shoulders touch, etc.)
he holds doors open for you. you've told him time and time again that you can open your own damn door but he still power walks ahead of you to get to the door before you can.
he enjoys feeling like your protector. he knows you can hold your own in any fight but he has a need to protect you. he likes knowing that he can keep you safe.
he can get possessive at times. once, he overheard a new resident trying to flirt with you. as you were talking to him, you noticed the his gaze move above your head and the color drain from his face. you turned around to see daryl standing about two inches behind you and death-glaring at the poor man.
one time, late at night after you were nearly bit by a walker, he told you how scared he is to lose you. how he has lost so many people over the years that losing you would break him. he had never been vulnerable in front of anyone like that before. he felt relieved to get it off his chest.
“You so handsome baby.” You said smiling and staring down into your boyfriends eyes as you straddled his waist and held his face in your hands.
“Thank you mama.” He said smiling at you while pushing his face into yours for a kiss. Sweet moments like these made the both of y’all happy considering y’all were both busy all the time with work, and could barley spend time together.
You kissed him back immediately while keeping one hand on his face and leading the other up to mess with his ginger head of hair. You felt a bulge growing right under your cunt during the kiss.
You pulled away from the kiss and started kissing all over his face and moved down to his neck. You felt him his veiny hands tighten, kneading your ass in his hands, while he moved his head to the side giving you more access to his skin. Once you were done attacking his neck you got off his lap.
“Where you going ma?” He said trying to pull you back onto him, confused on why you were getting up.
Instead of responding back to him you looked him in the eyes while you got on your knees , and rubbed on his tighs before moving your hands to pull down his pants.
“Come back up here mama.” He said while you watched his dick get harder through his underwear due to your actions. You didn’t respond, you just spat in your hands and wrapped them around his dick your acrylics covering the parts you couldn’t reach, giving him a couple strokes.
“No baby, let me.” You said while lowering your head and kissing his tip before putting him into your warm mouth. You heard him sigh while you watched his breath stutter through his stomach. You lowered your head down his dick while you kept eye contact with him.
“Oh fuck.” You heard him groan out while he watched you use your hands and mouth to get him off. Your mouth was so warm and wet, it made him feel so good, and the way you looked up at him so innocently like you weren’t stuffing his dick down your throat made him wanna cum immediately.
He wasted no time moving his hands down to your head, placing one on the top of your head and another one under your chin.
“Stick your tongue out and relax f’me baby.” Ichigo said smirking down at you once you did exactly what he said.
“Such a good girl f’me baby” he moaned tightening his hands on your face, while moving his low lidded, lust filled eyes to your mouth around his dick.
He pushed his hips up into your mouth, shoving his dick down your throat. You moaned while watching him throw his head back through your now tear filled eyes, he bit his lips trying to keep his whimpers from coming out, pushing his hips up higher into your mouth desperately trying to finish.
“I know baby, I know. Fuck!” He said as he moaned, and you gagged around his dick, your throat tightening around his tip made his hips twitch further up into your mouth.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned out while pushing your head all the way down to where your nose is smushed to his base, he held you there for a second letting out soft moans and praises to you while his pelvis twitched in your mouth. Your hands gripped on his thighs, your nails put little upside down “U” shapes into his thighs.
Once he let your face go you took over, wrapping your hands over his dripping wet dick while you moved lower to suck on his balls, taking each one into your mouth while he whimpered keeping eye contact with you.
“yeah mama! just like that. Doing s’good f’me” he slurred out while you tightened your hands around his dick stroking them faster, and moving your mouth up to suck on his pretty pink tip, rolling your wet tongue all around him and sucking like you were desperately trying to milk his dick.
“I’m gonna cum baby. I’m cumming. Oh f—fuck!” He yelled out while he filled your mouth white with his cum, and throwing his head back as he twitched in your mouth. You swallowed his cum down as you watched him try to slow down his breathing and come down from his high.
Once you were done with his dick you straddled him again while he grabbed your face, pulling you into a nasty hot kiss.
Y’all know I ain’t proofread so please spare me if anything is messed up🙏🏽
