#♡ྀི — satoru

[fucktoru]

satoru’s pregnant wife who can’t keep her hands off him. you’re far along now, and he swears that the more your stomach grows with his child, the hornier you get.

he had to keep on his toes around you in order to not get you so worked up. the pregnancy hormones were really getting to you, and you lashed out at him or cried over every little inconvenience. but what he had to be most careful about was the way he touched you.

if his hand lingered a little too long on your waist — the intention wholeheartedly innocent — you’d somehow take that as an invitation to palm his bulge. it’s happened numerous times recently—even in public!

his poor, pregnant wife had no shame nowadays. yeah, he’s done his fair share of groping your ass when others were around, but it was always under a private eye, secret giggles shared between the two of you.

unfortunately, you had picked up the habit of doing it out in the open. he couldn’t count the amount of times people would gawk in horror, all while you continued to browse the baby section, unbothered, as if you hadn’t squeezed his balls like a stress toy in front of dozens of people. maybe you were an exhibitionist?

either way, it was clear your thoughts only consisted of three things as of late: eat, sleep, and fuck.

how could he resolve this? he wanted to cry. this wasn’t fair! why couldn’t you be this thirsty for his cock when you weren’t pregnant? never in his life would he have thought you could out-freak him. and as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless in return, he had to be gentle—cautious. sex was increasingly dangerous at this stage — according to the doctor after a long night of abusing your needy cunt — and you were driving him to the brink of madness with the way you were acting.

tensions were higher than they’ve ever been, neither of you speaking or acting on it. however, things came to ahead one morning while he was leaving for work. like usual, he stood by the door in his suit, prepared to head out after your usual once-over. it was a domestic routine he looked forward to every morning despite him whining in your ear about how he was going to be late, watching you softly as you “fix” his collar for the millionth time.

satoru wasn’t stupid. he could tell you were stalling for more time with him, not-so discreetly using it as an excuse to touch him. and don’t think he doesn’t notice how you’re practically sniffing him like an animal in heat. he knew just how much you loved the scent of his cologne, and it was as if you couldn’t help yourself around him when you caught a whiff of it.

now, here’s the part where he may have messed up. after your initial aggressive arousal towards him — plus with the advice the doctor gave him on the down low — he made sure to no longer kiss you on the lips in your current state, and instead, opted for your cheek. when you hand him his lunch, he leans himself down to your height, lips puckered to plant a chaste peck on your soft skin.

though, what he hadn’t expected was for you to outmaneuver him, slapping both hands on the sides of his head, tugging him close to the point that he stumbles as you begin to utterly ravish his mouth.

“mff—!”, satoru sputters in protest against your lips, eyes wide open in shock. his lunch slips from his hand, the bag falling to the ground with a thud. shaky hands hover over your waist, your protruding stomach pressing against his hard abdomen as move against him as sensually as you can.

he doesn’t touch you back just yet, but you force him to. gripping his wrists, you bring his large hands up to palm your round, tender breasts that swelled throughout these past few months. your soft, cherry-flavored lips moved against his in desperation, and he finally responds back, moaning into your mouth with just as much fervor, squeezing the plump flush of your soft tits. the whimper you let out to the massage sends a shudder down his spine and goes straight to his cock.

you pull back, and he finds himself chasing after your lips until you plant a firm hand on his chest. his breathing is ragged, pupils dilated as satoru stares down at you through his blindfold. he takes in the sight of your kiss-swollen lips and furrowed brows, certain he appeared just as flustered.

before he can utter a word, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a cheeky glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.

“stay.” you pout, and he almost finds the willpower left in him to say no—

“please?”

you didn’t have to ask him twice.

[solarenchanting]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 ── .✦ gojō satoru x fem!reader

itʼs almost as if you and him broke up—but almost doesn't count, you were still broken up.

note: part three + usage of “[name]” + 24-hour time + semi-thoroughly proofread :')

part one: birthday part two: birthday wish

you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, the wooden floor occasionally creaking as the handles of the plastic bag filled with snacks clutched in your right hand rustled.

you bit your lower lip, glancing to one the end of the hallway, seeing the moonlight filtered from the window, then staring at the other end. you could just drop the bag, rush out the building of tokyo metropolitan curse technical college, head to your car, and drive home. no one was stopping you.

you sighed, nervous and frustrated, leaning against the opposite wall with your legs stretched and bent out, deflated. the plastic bag swayed slowly, your head lowered and eyes glued to the floor in contemplation.

at this point, what was more difficult?

was it calling him on his old phone number—which surprisingly still worked—or was it standing outside the very office door that you used to visit knowing that he was on the other side, aware of your presence because of his fucking six eyes?

definitely the latter.

that was probably because you still had the copy of the key to his office attached to your car keys—the same car keys that still held a copy of the key to his room. not to forget to mention, for some reason, you still kept the copy of the key to the old house he used to rent.

or maybe it was because you realised that you were going to see him in person—and not just hear his voice, which sounded hoarse. had he been crying? you hoped not.

it was supposed to be a simple call: a quick, “happy birthday,” followed by a casual “how have you been lately? are you okay?” before ending the conversation, just as you’d planned.

then again, when did life ever go as planned?

rationality scoffed at you, mocking the excuse you had come up with. the voice in the back of your mind began ranting that you had the power to decline his request. you could have—should have—stood your ground and stayed behind the line you’d drawn.

look at yourself, [name], unable to knock on a door because you can’t face your ex-boyfriend that you left. that you made the effort to dress up decently and drive all the way to see him at 2 am. now you’re trying to justify something you could’ve avoided?

i know, but—

but what?

my heart…

your heart, which still held a special place for satoru, had always known—even back when you were both young and unsure—that there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

you smiled sadly. that’s right. there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, especially after everything he had been through.

he deserved happiness. and if that meant doing this—coming over to celebrate his birthday, pretending for one last time that you never broke up—then so be it.

“you comin’ in?”

you jumped back, your head snapping toward the sound of his voice interrupting your thoughts. A sharp gasp escaped you, the sound echoing through the hallway.

you were stunned by the sight before you, trying to take a step back—an idiotic move, since you’re leaning against a wall—and stumbled. your breath was caught in your throat.

satoru was leaning against the doorframe, the door slightly ajar, hands lazily in the pocket of his slacks. his ankles were crossed, the tip of his left shoe pointing toward the ground.

he wore that same old smug look—head tilted to the side, hair falling with it, and a cocky smirk. beneath that damned blindfolded, hid the mischievous glint you knew was in his beautiful eyes. his eyebrow was arched mockingly.

not a single person would believe you if you told them that the egotistical man standing before you was the same man who pleaded over the phone for you to be here earlier.

“i was about to come in, satoru.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at him, fixing your posture and smiling. standing straight from the wall, you smoothed out any wrinkles on your clothes and loosened your grip on the plastic bag.

“uh huh,” satoru drawled. “and was that going to happen before or after your nervous breakdown, [name]?”

“haven’t decided yet,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“ah, i see, i see,” he nodded his head, rubbing his chin in mock contemplation. “well, that’s thirty minutes of our time wasted.”

“it’s only been thirty minutes? felt like forever.”

“time flies when you’re about to confront an ex.”

“hey,” you warned, a teasing glare shot his way. “you’re the one who wanted me here in the first place.”

“and you’re the one who called and came over,” he fired back quickly.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” you huffed, sucking your teeth. he got you there, you’d admit (just not out loud). “are you going to let me in or what?”

“of course. can’t have my guest of honour standing outside more than she already has,” he chuckled, stepping aside and opening the door to the office behind him.

even as you walked past him to enter the room, your eyes never left him. for a moment, you paused, scanning his face, both of you standing under the doorway, taking in each other’s presence for the first time since the breakup.

your heart hammered against your ribcage, as if it might burst at any moment, racing and skipping multiple beats. was it because of the close proximity, the small space filled with feelings best left unspoken, or unanswered questions that neither of you dared to confront?

“what?” satoru asked softly, taking a step closer to you, his face inching to yours.

“nothing…” you gulped, glancing at his covered eyes, shifting on your feet for a moment. “just… take off that—”

“damn blindfold,” he teased, mimicking your voice. he pulled it off in one swift movement, tucking it into his pocket without breaking eye contact. “i was waiting for you to say that. you always said my eyes were your favourite feature of mine.”

and they still are.

“uh huh, if you say so,” you dismissed with a light backhand slap to his arm.

“oh, i know so.”

he pulled back, smirking. you leaned back, arching an eyebrow at him, mirroring his smirk in amusement, silently daring him to continue whatever was going between you two.

but after a moment of silence, both of you burst out laughing, sharing a quiet chuckle. you shook your head, walking further into the office and stopping in the center of the room, while he closed the door and stood at a respectful distance.

your office is still boring,” you stated bluntly, with no mockery, glancing around the familiar room that held many memories.

“and i bet you left yours in a mess,” he countered teasingly, taking another step closer to you. “papers everywhere, smelling like lavender.”

“it’s called organised chaos. thank you very much,” you shot back, turning your head over your shoulder to face him. “and for the record, my office smells like sandalwood.”

“my sincerest apologies,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. “didn’t mean to guess incorrectly.”

you stared at him, deadpanned. however, a faint smile tugged at your lips. realisation washed over you as you lifted the plastic bag.

“i almost forgot, i brought snacks!” you exclaimed, shaking the bag lightly. you offered it to him, the bag swaying gently. “it’s no kikufuku, but i hope it’s enough, birthday boy!”

butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he dropped his smirk, replacing it with a soft smile as he accepted it. your fingers brushed against each other, and in that split second, the tension in the room melted away, replaced by the familiarity of lingering feelings.

“thank you,” he grinned, opening the bag to reveal his favourite snacks and a six-pack of soda.

he peered up at you, a sly smile playing on his lips, “wanna sit on the floor by the coffee table, blanket over our laps, while we devour these for old time’s sake?”

you turned your head to the coffee table, noticing it wasn’t in its usual place—next to the expensive chair he bought. instead, it was already placed near the wall, where his phone rested on the surface, alongside two cushions and a folded blanket.

we were gonna end up sitting there anyways, huh?

“well,” you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, jerking your head toward the coffee table, with an inviting grin. “what are we waiting for, satoru?”

he didn’t hesitate to lead you both to the corner of the room. as he set out the snacks and six-pack of soda on the table—and you shamelessly opened the first packet of candy he took out, much to his amusement—you sat on the cushions and spread out the blanket over your lap, throwing the other half on his side, placing your phone next to his on the table.

the minute he sat down next to you, the air was filled with endless chatter and laughter, slurps and gulps of soda, the crinkling of candy packets and chewing. moonlight streamed through the window, and the occasional glance of the time punctuated the moments.

03:21 ・Saturday, 7 December

it was nothing short of a friendly conversation between two exes—catching up, sitting next to each other at a distance, offering a few elusive answers to questions about how you and he have been.

04:05 ・Saturday, 7 December

the gap between you and him slowly closed, unnoticed. four out of the six sodas were finished—courtesy of the birthday boy—and candy wrappers were discarded in the plastic bag.

you rested your arms on the coffee table, listening as satoru dramatically regaled you with another story of his life lately.

05:56 ・Saturday, 7 December

you and him had drunk the last two sodas, and polished off all the snacks—it was just the two of you and a sugar rush.

satoru had his elbow propped on the table, his face resting in the palm of his hand as he listened to whatever you were rambling about. whenever silence lingered for even a moment, he poked or pinched your cheek, teasing for a reaction, or added a comment or follow-up question.

he wanted to hear you talk, to see the way your eyes lit up, to hear the tone of your voice shift when you retold a story, to watch your hands move as you spoke—all while his other arm wrapped around your shoulders.

whether you leaned forward willingly or he pulled you closer by the minute, neither of you could tell.

06:35 ・Saturday, 7 December

time froze, and you didn’t know how you got here.

you and satoru had caught the sunrise, staring out the large circular window on the wall as the gray morning clouds slowly drifted away, becoming a lighter shade.

whispers of the past filled the silence, and for the first time you arrived, you and him found yourselves taking a trip down memory lane.

the conversation drifted from the first all-nighter you pulled together, to that random night you decided to star-gaze on a rooftop, pointing out constellations, to the one evening to spent at the beach—watching the sunset as you soaked your feet in the cold water, until satoru started a splashing war, kicking the water and sending you running after him for revenge.

you smiled wistfully as satoru recounted the memory. his eyes lingered on the horizon outside, the sky changing into a pale gray. his voice was soft, almost casual, as if saying it out loud would make it real.

“you know, i never thought that—that we would ever…” he trailed off, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped.

you frowned, lifting your head from his shoulder to glance at him. his gaze met yours without hesitation, and his usual smug expression softened into something more somber. his arm fell from your shoulders, and despite the small smile on his face, it didn’t reach his eyes.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, the words slipping out before you had a chance to stop yourself.

“it’s not your fault,” he shook his head, his voice low, a flicker of something in his eyes—you couldn’t quite decipher it.

satoru reached out, his palm open and angled, as if to cup your cheek, but hesitated. he caught himself, curling his fingers into a fist before bringing his hand back down to rest on the blanket.

you avoided his eyes, unsure if you could trust yourself to look at him without the tears threatening to spill. it was hard enough to ignore the way your heart was clenching.

“i…i should go,” you muttered, clearing your throatas you removed your side of the blanket from your lap.

“right,” satoru acknowledged, his jaw clenched and voice strained. he moved to assist, completely shoving the blanket off and discarding it to the space next to him.

you grabbed your phone from the coffee table, tucking it in your pocket without bothering to smooth out any wrinkles in your clothes. instead, you focused on discarding the candy wrappers and soda cans with satoru—neither of you uttering a word—as you folded the blanket, nearly finished.

once the cleanup was done and his office returned to its usual pristine condition, you stood near the door while he was in the center of the room. the distance between you and him felt heavier than the closeness you’d just shared.

it was as if you were breaking up again—standing in front of each other in the same way: you walking away, and him left behind.

“happy birthday, satoru,” you whispered, your voice tinged with a deep sadness as your gaze remained fixed on the floor.

you paused, taking a shaky breath, fighting to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “i hope you have a good day further… you deserve it.”

“thank you, [name], for this—for everything.”

no. thank you, satoru.

“it’s the least i could do,” you shrugged, trying to downplay it.

“i see.”

“yeah.”

fuck, you needed to leave. you couldn’t stand being here for another minute, knowing that you’re on the brink of breaking down. you’d rather cry in your car than in front of satoru. it was a crazy thought, because it used to be him who comforted you whenever the dam inside of you broke.

“i’ll… i’ll see you around, yeah?”

without waiting for an answer, you turned and walked to the door. your hand weakly grasped the handle, before you tightened your grip and pushed it down, the door creaking open—

“[name]...”

you stopped dead in your tracks, the door ajar. turning to face satoru, you blinked rapidly to clear the tears threatening to fall, but your vision blurred and you couldn’t quite make him out through the haze.

satoru took a step forward, his hand reaching out, before retracting it—as if he tried to close the distance between you. his mouth parted but no words came out; they seemed stuck in his throat.

“i want you to be there tonight—at my party—i want to you be there with everyone else—with me.”

your heart clenched at his words, the rawness in his voice cutting through you. for a moment, you could only stare at him as he stood there, vulnerable in a way you’ve rarely seen. his usual confidence was stripped away, leaving only the truth in his eyes.

“i…” you started, your voice trembling with emotions. “satoru…”

you tore your gaze from him, blurry eyes dropping to the floor, not wanting to see the faint hope in his expression. your fingers tightened around the door handle, and you swallowed hard, the weight of your decision pressing down on you as shuddering breaths escaped your mouth.

“...i’ll consider it.”

clinging onto whatever control you had left, you turned around and walked out with your head bowed. you closed the door with a deep thud, leaving him in the silence of the room—his outstretched hand frozen in place, with so much more left unsaid.

a/n: part three for @avietnu + @lizajane2 + @iamrgo !! i hope you enjoy it <33

call me gege akutami from how much i hurted satoru (i cried while writing this, ngl)

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[fucktoru]

reader who can’t stand satoru but then he gets hit by a curse that turns him into a cat. you find him, to his dismay, and take him home, only for him to realize how different you are when he isn’t around to pester you.

at first, he causes a lot of trouble. breaking things in your house, tearing up the pillows. he just wants to be a human again, but nobody can understand him! but you still take care of him and coddle him no matter how much trouble he causes, so different from how people treat him normally, as if he were a nuisance (which he kind of was on purpose). and he finds himself falling for you without realizing it.

so he stops being a bad cat, steadily losing hope that he’ll ever be human again. and satoru would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy how you stroked him while you read a book or let him sleep beside you at night. maybe it wasn’t so bad? so he decided then if he was going to be just a cat, he was fine with being your cat.

the higher-ups had taken note of his absence, obviously, and he only knows cause you’ve mentioned it to him. you had this endearingweird quirk where you’d talk to him as if he were a real person.

throughout his stay in your home as a house pet, satoru finds out a lot about you. you’ve always kept to yourself, but you vent your frustrations out to him while he’s like this, and he offers his comfort the best he can. which you appreciate, rewarding him with kisses that he secretly enjoys.

once he turns human again, by some miracle, his first thought is to go and find you. and when he does, you give him the cold shoulder like you used to, and it surprises him. before he realizes that, ah, he wasn’t your pet anymore. he was gojo satoru.

satoru realizes his feelings for you in that moment. when he feels the ache in his chest from your dismissive behavior, it leads him to starting his most important mission yet—winning your heart once more.

but this time, it’ll be as a person, not a damn cat.

[fucktoru]

gojo core is when your pregnant wife finds out the gender of your baby and bakes a reveal cake to surprise you but your dumbass comes home hella tired from work, sees a huge cake in the fridge, and starts eating the whole thing like a big back while wondering the whole time why the inside of it was pink. you stumble into your shared bedroom and pass out on the bed until a few hours later you’re being smacked awake by your angry wife because you still had frosting and pink cake crumbs around your mouth. it didn’t go as planned but you still cry your eyes out while laying your head on her swollen tummy and sluggishly babbling on about how you “ate your baby girl.”

[fucktoru]

satoru playing into the whole super dad role, wearing a baby carrier everywhere and mindlessly letting your teething baby chew and slobber all over the tip of his finger to soothe her itty bitty aches. unable to keep his precious baby girl out of sight for a second, barely allowing you to lift a damn finger in the middle of the night as your daughter’s cries rouse the both of you from slumber. sure, satoru slacked off on plenty of things but never when it came to his princess. her diapers full? he was already changing it. breast milk was taking some time to come in? not a problem, he’ll feed her using formula. a sudden sneeze? she must have caught a cold. needless to say, he would do anything for his little girl. he was always alert, having conditioned himself to sleep only a few hours even before the baby was born due to his demanding work schedule. and although you appreciated his consistent efforts and the lengths at which he was willing to go to prove himself a good father — though you knew he would be from the start and he’d done just about enough even while you were pregnant — you would like to spend at least an hour with your baby before she inevitably got whisked away by your husband. but no matter how many times you tried to reason with him that you were completely capable of taking care of the child you birthed for just one night, he’d readily refuse. you’d spent nine months nourishing and caring for his little one in your tummy, and now it was his turn.

[fucktoru]

goofy and happy n’ sweet satoru blah blah blah — what about cranky satoru? satoru who doesn’t wanna get up in the mornings, voice whiny and raised. satoru who gets too overstimulated and overwhelmed when he doesn’t have his eyes covered for long periods of time. satoru who can’t stand certain fabrics cause he doesn’t like the way they feel on his skin, so he gets a little fussy, only allowing himself to wear soft luxury silks and the finest cotton. satoru who can’t function without his daily dose of sugar (over sweetened coffee) in the morning, his body dependent on it otherwise he experiences withdrawal. satoru who loves his kids with all his heart, but needs a break from the excitement and energy sometimes. satoru who favors being around people and the sounds of living, but enjoys his quiet time at the end of the day or else he goes insane. satoru who depends on those 3-4 hours of sleep he gets to imagine a life where he isn’t depended on so much.

[fucktoru]

satoru sits completely flabbergasted when his wife who’s into astrology confesses to him on his birthday that she pursued him not for his looks, wealth, or being the brazen woman he thought you were from the beginning when you were very adamant on going on a date with him ‘till he eventually relented. but because you found out when he was born, did the research, and learned the stars and planets dictated you and him were the perfect cosmic match.

there weren’t many things one could say or do that could make a man like gojo satoru’s jaw drop in disbelief, but his wife was capable of such a feat simply every time she opened her mouth.

you tilt your head up at his silence, and upon glancing at the hilarious expression on his face, you smile. “it’s okay, though! it all worked out in the end and i fell in love with you like the universe had planned.” and how could he be mad at that?

[fucktoru]

after the bruise to his ego from turning into a cat, satoru makes you dress up like one. he has you in stockings that have paw prints on the bottom, a choker with a bell, cat ears, a fluffy tail plug, all while you’re sat on your knees as he slaps your face with his cock. your eyes water from the sting and the humiliation when he looks down at you and coos, “does the little kitty want some milk?” he’ll make you drink every last drop of his cum cause that’s what a good pet does before he’s rutting into you from behind. you’re not allowed to speak unless it’s in meows cause cats can’t talk. the force of his thrusts knock the air out of you, combined with the ringing of the bell that chimes every time, adding on to your embarrassment. and all you can do is whine at the gentle pets to your hair. a stark contrast to the mean and degrading pounding of his hips into your sloppy cunt 🫶

[fucktoru]

elderly gojo who likes messing with the kids in the neighborhood by acting grouchy and scary when he’s really a big ball of fluff. he sits in his rocking chair on the patio, yelling after them with a fist in the air to get off his lawn and cackling as he watches them scramble. all the children steadily avoid the weird old man down the block who makes funny hand movements that seem oddly threatening. one day, he isn’t at his usual spot in front of his house and everyone is worried that he might’ve passed—only for him to show up wearing a blindfold and looking awfully cheery. now every parent suspects he indulges in unsavory, perverse activities for someone his age. and they all start pitying his poor, innocent wife who is just as confused as him, wondering why people are calling her husband gross or slapping his frail back in public and telling him he’s a nasty dog.

[fucktoru]

fuck his posture is so hot fuck

[fucktoru]

alternative start to this drabble

tw: felinophobia (fear of cats)

it had been a few hours since he hadn’t reported back to yaga, and the spirit was no one where to be found.

the now-feline cursed to himself.

he hated cats, and now he had been turned into one.

his best bet was waiting it out, seeing if it’ll lift with time. or if he was fortunate enough, there would be someone sent to find him. though he doubted that person, sorcerer or not, could understand cat.

the night had been rough, encountering street dogs who chased him down till he was shaking and being audience to multiple cat brawls.

he tried to ignore the odd stares from the resident cats in order not to provoke, and it almost felt like they knew he wasn’t one of them.

and so, satoru just stayed in his little corner in the damp and dark alley way where he had been transformed, hoping he’d be found soon.

the sun shined brightly in the middle of the sky, and he was beginning to lose reassurance that anyone was sent to look for him.

c’mon! he was gojo satoru! his disappearance had to be a big deal!

needless to say, the little kitty was down in the dumps—literally. his pristine white fur was now ashen, dirty due to his excursions from how bravely he fought to survive the night. and he was starving, his tiny tummy seeking sustenance. but satoru refused to eat what the other cats gave him as a peace offering—like he’d ever debase himself by eating garbage or fighting a cat.

as his little paw kicked at some rocks and he let out a crestfallen mrowww, his keen eyes tracked a human-like shadow, the tiny ears on his head perking up at the sound of footsteps approaching.

were his prayers answered? was it nanami? he didn’t care! the man would surely be pissed that his time was spent on finding him, but if he was going to be saved, satoru swore he’d never annoy him again! cats honor!

…but it was you.

satoru blinked slowly at the sight of you entering further into the small space he called home for a day.

he could tell you weren’t happy about being here, the scowl on your face speaking for you. you pursed your lips at the litter and the stench, brows furrowed as you take in the sights and smells.

hmph! it was as if you were the one stuck here. whatever though, it didn’t matter. all he had to do now was get your attention. hopefully, you’d take pity on a poor little kitten like him.

while you busied yourself with examining your surroundings, searching for any sign of the white-haired sorcerer, all while cursing out his entire existence, satoru announces his presence with a tiny meow.

he watches intently with his bright blue eyes at the way you still at the sound.

after a beat of silence, he makes his way out from behind the dumpster, paw first, sticking it out as if he were waving, and your eyes cautiously track downwards to the white that stood out amongst the darkness.

your hesitation must’ve been due to wariness. but when he reveals himself, tail, fur, paws, and all and you don’t budge, just staring down at him wide-eyed like you’ve never seen a creature like him before, satoru could feel an odd churning in his stomach. and he has a feeling it had nothing to do with his hunger.

the cat stares up at you, and you find yourself at a loss for words at how much it resembled the idiot you were forced to search for. but the familiarity did nothing to quell the anxiety in your chest as it neared closer.

he presented himself forward, one step at a time with you stood frozen in place like a statue.

there was an expression like he’s never seen before on your face, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to describe it…

when it gains on you, you snap out of your daze, stumbling until your back hit the dumpster. the cat is startled by the loud noise, yet it continues to follow your every move, curving its movements with an agility unlike yours, all while watching you closely with those eyes.

satoru could only look up at you in shock at your next move.

you practically scramble onto the top of the large filthy bin with a yelp. it was one that he could’ve easily pounced onto, but something stops him in his tracks.

the paleness in your face sent a shiver down his own spine and satoru blinks slowly once more as he sits back on his hind legs. his tail wags behind him, staring up innocently and curiously tilting his head to the side at your panting, flustered figure that desperately tries to move back further than the brick wall of the building behind you allowed.

then it dawned on him, the realization he had taken little note of when he first saw the look on your face resurfaces, and he feels a wave of helplessness wash over him.

fuck.

you weren’t scared of cats, were you..?

[fucktoru]

silly little headcanon that when satoru sleeps, his dreams are full of all kinds of sweets, from chocolate rain to cotton candy clouds. early on, you learn exploring candy land was something he looks forward to every night. geared up with his silk pajamas, a satin eye mask, and the promise of an adventure, it excites him more than the prospect of fucking his beautiful wife, who lay sleep deprived next to him due to his random fits of giggles in the dead of night. and every morning when satoru awakens, you endure the enthusiastic talk about his journey through marshmallow town whilst barely able to see straight for a reason that, unfortunately, wasn’t mind-blowing sex.

[fucktoru]

plss god i saw this on my feed nd idk who these ppl are but this is so gojo-coded AHAHSHSHUSHHSJ imma just die

[fucktoru]

once you and satoru come home, all clothes are off. not because you guys plan to fuck, but because the both of you just walk around the house naked. it became such a normal routine in your home that none of you bat an eye anymore. you simply bask in each other’s presence which the two of you feel is the highest form of intimacy. making breakfast? watching tv? cleaning the house? all done unclothed. and when you’re angry at one another, the both of you wear clothes to see who breaks first—and it’s always him. he just really needs to check on his girls (your tits).

[fucktoru]

satoru can never let you enjoy your desserts in peace. whether it’s ice cream, waffles, or cake, best believe the moment you turn your head the other direction, he’s sneaking a bite. he’s cheeky, waiting for you to notice, chewing as fast as humanly possible. when you turn back around, he’ll start giggling to himself. the look you give him in turn is strange and filled with suspicion. all furrowed brows, pursed lips, and narrowed eyes that zero in on the hint of cream lingering on the side of his lip.