#cosycafune writes a cute scenario

[cosycafune]

HOUSE HUSBAND!

'Satoru never thought he would take on the role as a house husband, but he found himself proud of the cookies he had baked for you and little Aiko. Jujutsu's second nature to Satoru, but being at home with you and his daughter's first.

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Satoru never thought he’d find comfort in becoming a house husband, but he found himself comfortable the moment he was placed in the role. Seeing you working, yearning for at least enough time to commodify Aiko with someone trusted, left him offering to temporarily look after Aiko longer than what he was used to.

Innately, Satoru’s always overseas — accustoming himself to the way of jujutsu. Yet, the moment he came home, watching a tired you place Aiko into bed, it caused him to develop a change of heart. A change of heart towards seeing you mentally struggle with having to deal with it all, along with the worries of Satoru potentially leaving you as a widow.

So, since Satoru’s good at mastering everything, he couldn’t help but stand within the kitchen. Within the kitchen with a cute apron on, bundling Aiko in his arms while he mixed up the ingredients for cookies and dinner. Just everything about the moment, particularly with him wearing a matching hat with Aiko, made his heart ache at the passed by memories.

His daughter continued to grow, but very few moments of her’s had skimmed by him.

“Pwpa!” Aiko gleefully announces, splattering flour on Satoru’s nose with irreplaceable happiness.

“My little flower,” Satoru musters out, splashing flour upon Aiko — brightening the whites of her curls.

“Mama would be so proud right now,” Muttering, Satoru silently ponders on his statement — intaking Aiko mindlessly babbling.

“Mwma!” Ecstatic, Aiko’s eyes contort to a heavily tired you — making your way into the kitchen within the blessed morning.

“Look at you two, cutie pies!” Slightly jogging, you fill the ample kitchen with your cherished warmth.

“I’m waiting,” Satoru falsely grumbles, his cheeks dampened with crimson when you applied a heavy kiss upon his floured lips.

“‘So greedy,” Smitten, you chuckle — merrily being suffocated by so, so, so many face kisses coming from Satoru and Aiko.

“I think I’ll stay home more often,” Cooing, Satoru attacks you with further kisses. His cerulean eyes beam, filled with starriness at your floured, dazed expression.

Floured, moments like this made him truly cherish you and Aiko’s presence — making him truly take on the role of a sufficient house husband.

After all, he now did the cooking, cleaning, teaching and more with you occasionally working.

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[cosycafune]

SATORU’S DADDY DUTIES.

Satoru takes his fatherhood duties seriously, even if it means making several messes that you’ll scold him for. he gets a kiss from you at the end of the day, so making food messes messes with his daughter, Aiko, is his very specialty.

short scenario + fluff. satoru father au.

I’d like to think that Satoru takes his father duties so, so, so serious. Occasionally, you’d go shopping — only to come home and find him in a tutu. In a tutu, matching your one year old, Aiko, twirling around and listening to the silliest music.

The second duty you were appalled at was coming home to see Aiko covered in strawberry ice cream, whilst Satoru looks no better — his hair soaked in it. The clean up left you angry and annoyed, but it soon turned into admiration watching the two people you love the most work together to clean this up.

The third was from shopping for Aiko, only to watch Satoru drive the cart with Aiko in it — running around frantically in the store to keep up with her consistent agains.

The fourth one was waking up in the middle of the night, only to find your husband’s side of the bed ajar. But as you searched, you found Satoru in Aiko’s room — cradling her in his arms while he had fallen asleep. Perfectly, he had protected her head, placing a blanket on the two of them — especially because he knew she hated being alone occasionally.

Even if they were the finest things of humour, Satoru always made sure to fulfil them for his precious daughter.

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[cosycafune]

STAY STILL, BABY!

satoru gojo’s hard to tame, you thought. however, having him here, submissive, begging for you to let him cum, reassured you of everything you needed to know. hm, he’s so obedient. short drabble.

acts: breeding, submissive satoru, riding, crying, sniffling, teasing, begging and potential more.

Pathetically, Satoru’s came so, so, so, so many times as you roll your hips against him. Greedily taking him in, he remains sniffling beneath you, an unfathomable mess.

The tip of his nose remains painfully crimson, ample buds of tears within his cerulean eyes. Grinning, you continue to pulverise Satoru’s ample cock — greedily sucking in every inch. Every inch as he twitches against you, gasping, writhing, desperate to cum again.

“Please! ‘Need to cum!” Satoru clumsily speaks, hiccuping with desperation — in heavy need of him.

“Ask nicely, ‘Toru,” Licking your drooling lips, you moan harshly — your breasts bouncing as you delectably ride him.

“Ah! Please!” Sniffling, a teary mess, Satoru casts himself into accidentally finishing — glancing at you with an adorable expression.

“Mhm, Sato’, are you trying to…get me pregnant?” Unable to slow down your pace, Satoru uses his athletic hips to steal a few thrusts from you — wanting to gift you every part of his cum.

“Yes! ‘Need to do this everyday!” A mental wreck, Satoru’s subconscious thoughts pour so delicately upon you.

“Stay still, baby!” Chuckling, in awe at Satoru’s disobedience, you groan at his thick ropes of cum dominating your cunt.

If only he could stay still, you’d milk him off all of him.

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[cosycafune]

FOREIGN LOVESICKNESS/ HE LOVES ME, LOVES ME NOT; SHOTO TODOROKI:

a summary of this chapter: you’ve always had a crush on shoto, but he’s always been too naive to pick up on it. so this time, after he couldn’t figure out the love letter you stuffed into his locker was you, you resort to a much more personal means: beneath the cherry blossom tree. his favourite spot.

a synopsis of acts: confessions, first kiss, happiness, hugs.

Trembling hands are all you could display. Trembling hands as you carry your love letter beneath the cherry blossoms, the frilliness of your skirt being adorned with swaying wind. It’s as if the wind comforts you within such a daunting, anxious and refreshing moment. A moment that could alter everything as he’s here.

Shoto’s here.

“Momo said you wanted me here, Y/n?” Oblivous to your previous advances, Shoto plasters himself into glimpsing at you with an unfathomable blankness. A blankness that leaves you extremely nervous, despite how well you know Shoto.

“S-Shoto!” Lightly shouting his first name with delight, you stammer effortlessly without getting the base of your point out.

Your love letter.

“Hm?” Shoto lightly murmurs, slight confusion overwhelming him as his cerulean and stormy-grey eyes completely overtake and adorn you heavily.

“Did you receive any love letters on valentines?” Mindlessly questioning him, your nerves reevaluating the situation, you shift yourself into glancing up at him. Glancing up at him while she shifts nearer, his strawberry milk cartoon loosely within his broad hands.

“Yeah, but I saw you got so many, read the letters and ate all the chocolates,” Shoto comfortably announces, steering himself into happily conversing with you.

“Y-Yeah, but did any stand out?” Muttering with nervousness, you observe him gleefully consume the last of his strawberry milk carton — his fond eyes lingering upon you.

“Yes, one that had strawberry milk, and a confession, but I wish they’d tell me,” Listening to Shoto’s oblivious suggestion, you huff at the lack of awareness that tints him.

He’s aware of your handwriting, so did he simply believe that you didn’t have the guts to adore him?

“Shoto, can we walk?” Loosening up your meekness, you comfortably beam at the beauty of his at rest characteristics. Characteristics that sway within the whispering blossoms, especially the beauty of his crimson and ivory hair.

“Sure,” Shoto replies, his twinkling eyes longing for the unestablished journey.

Just hopes and dreams.

“I have a letter for you,” Blabbering out your proposal, you glimpse at the nearby classroom window — observing Ochaco, Midoriya, Denki and Katsuki heavily watchful of your encounter.

“Did something happen?” Mindful, Shoto’s features are blanketed with a sense of worry — only for you to chuckle at the gift of his instant worrying.

“No, just something great,” Beaming with each word you say, you push yourself into leaning against his shoulder — glimpsing at the crimson tint that sews upon his supple cheeks.

“I’m ready,” Softly eating a biscuit within his tender bag, Shoto casts himself into comfortably speaking — his eyes growing wide and rounded with a forgivable glee.

“Take it, Todoroki,” Growing blunt, your eyes adorn the ground as Shoko steers himself into placing his hand out — observing the heart sticker that adorns your letters envelop.

“I’ll read it,” Gleeful, Shoto encourages himself into carefully appreciating the decor upon the letter. Smitten, he carefully opens up the letter — his eyes fixated and focused upon your handwriting.

“So, it was you?” Shying at Shoto Todoroki’s assertiveness, you fiddle with the ends of your skirt — unable to steady your breathing.

“Huh?” Muttering, you mindlessly reply.

“The one who left the strawberry milk?” Confident that Shoto is a certified doofus, you loudly sigh at his proposed question.

“No! I left a confession letter!” Frustrated at Shoto’s lack of awareness of love, since he had never experienced romantic love, you glimpse at him with a shakiness he had never encountered.

“Oh?” Riddled with shock, Shoto leaves you in shambles with the scarcity to his unrevealing saying.

“I-It’s okay if you don’t—”

“—I do,” Glimpsing at Shoto, moved by his blunt mutuality, you fixate on the cherry blossoms straying around him — furthering his intricate beauty.

“You like me back?” As you suspiciously question Shoto, you observe him steer nearer to you — his heterochromic eyes enamoured by the sight of you.

“Y-Yeah,” Incapable of freeing his never ending cycle of flaring up with crimson, Shoto plasters a hand of his own upon your cheek — before he settles a tender kiss upon its suppleness.

“I’ve never had my first kiss before, Shoto,” Wavering with subtle embarrassment, you observe Shoto softly smile at how much trust you embed within his entirety.

“Same,” Shoto informs you, glimpsing at you feeling upon the cheek he had kissed.

“I want you to be my first kiss and my valentine,” Puffing out your cheeks, you confess to him so eagerly — only to feel his tender lips drift nearer to your own.

“I wouldn’t mind making you my valentine and first kiss,” Shoto captures your lithe cheek with his broad hand, only to lightly seal his eyes before applying his tender lips upon your own.

“That was beautiful,” Aware it was simply a delicate peck, your heart reforms at being kissed beneath the blossom trees by Shoto Todoroki.

He was your first kiss, beneath the cherry blossoms.

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[cosycafune]

PREGNANCY NERVES; SATORU GOJO.

a summary of the short drabble: you’re satoru gojo’s biggest prize possession. so, when he sees you crying, he can’t help but show you that you’re the world. you’re everything, never amounting to nothing.

synopsis of acts: crying, pregnancy, kissing and comforting.

— ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 —

“What if I’m not good enough?” Blabbering, you plop yourself on your couch — wrapping your arms around your cold limbs.

“Who’s not good enough?” Embedded with surprise, your heart crashes against your ribs at Satoru’s enthusiastic question.

“…” Curling into yourself, you discover yourself weeping at Satoru’s openness. Simply everything about his conducted tone overwhelmed you, leaving you feeling ungrateful.

You have everything at your fingertips, yet you’re allowing worry to consume you. Yet, it makes sense. After all, you’ve been concealing your budding pregnancy for two days. Two days as your heart grows incapable of deciphering whether you’re best suited to raise a Gojo clan member.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Satoru interrogates you, the lengthy sound of his footsteps completely smothering you.

You felt surrounded, hopeless, yet blanketed in the greatest love you have ever encountered.

“Satoru, I’m pregnant,” Shaky, balling into yourself, you listen to Satoru plop down beside you. Beside you before he bundles a sobbing you within his arms, concealing you from every worry within this troubled world.

It’s only you and him that beautifully linger, reigned upon with the love you bestow each other with.

“Congrats, my love, and I’ll be there every step of the way,” Satoru plasters a kiss of praise upon your lips, coddling a mentally lightening you, “I know you’re scared of having our child be in the Gojo clan, but you’re the world, so I’ll alter everything for you.” Assured, Satoru comforts you with a plentiful kiss.

He comforted your pregnancy nerves.

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