omg this is such a good ask 😭

i can totally imagine that after everything transpires in pt3, reader doesn’t show up to one of their formal meetings — and at first satoru’s annoyed as fuck and questioning himself again, maybe spiraling a bit — like

‘did i fuck it up? is she giving up on this? did i cross a line?’

but then news comes out that you’re bedridden, feverish, barely eating — and he immediately shows up to your estate, unannounced.

he would totally worry and have NO CLUE what to do 🙂‍↕️ and omg, your mother would be freaking tf out with him showing up, insisting he leave, saying the house isn’t clean or whatever, saying you’re not in a state to be seen — and he’d push past her anyway.

he’d prob stand there awkwardly by your door. not crossing the threshold at first. just… staring. seeing you curled up, pale, wrapped in too many blankets. and he’s pissed off bc he doesn’t know why seeing you like that — weak, vulnerable — rattles him.

then, the second you shiver, or let out a pitiful little cough, his whole demeanor cracks. he’s clearing his throat like it’s no big deal and tosses a small pharmacy bag onto your bedside. mumbling something like:

‘your clan doesn’t have a damn RCT user or what?’

(he was in the infirmary for 30 mins demanding the best meds from three different doctors.)

and you — you’d probably be sooooo fucking out of it, loopy from the fever, cheeks flushed, words slurred. omg 😭😭 maybe reader even thinks satoru’s her dad — AHH my heart is hurting.

💀omg, lol. this is sending me.

okay i’ll entertain this idea. bc i think it would be interesting to imagine that satoru and reader are already married — they’ve been having troubles with her fertility, and maybe reader’s been nauseous since early that morning. like… every single smell has been making her stomach CHURN — the incense, the pipe smoke, the fancy ass cologne that one of the elders insists on wearing like a goddamn holy relic.

so, her and satoru are sitting through yet another council meeting — elders droning on and on about “duty” and “ensuring a prosperous future” and “legacy,” blahblahblah —and she’s trying SO hard to focus, but she’s pale as death, and the room is tilting sideways. her skin’s clammy, her breathing shallow, and then one of the elders has the fucking audacity to take a hit from his kiseru pipe and blow it right into her face.

ohhhh… her stomach twists. hard.

she lets out a small, strangled sound in the back of her throat, trying to swallow it down — making satoru shift beside her, brows raising in concern, feeling the tension roll off her in waves.

meanwhile hajime drones, “it’s vital that both husband and wife understand the responsibility of continuing their line. if your union is not producing—”

and god, that’s when it hits. it ALL comes up 💀right on the tatami. right onto the hem of satoru’s robes. right in the middle of the council chamber.

satoru’s ENTIRE body goes rigid. frozen. like someone unplugged him from reality. and it is so painfully silent. like, visceral secondhand embarrassment kind of silent. the elders look absolutely HORRIFIED — one of them even drops his pipe — and reader is just sitting there, frozen in shame, tears starting to well up as she tries to process the fact that she just publicly projectile-vomited during a goddamn fertility lecture 😭

then, before an elder can even open their mouth in disgust, satoru is rising, grabbing you gently by the arm and says.

“my wife is unwell. we’ll be excusing ourselves.”

immediate teleportation.

you don’t even have time to process that he called you his wife for the first time outside of the bedroom, because when you rematerialize in the estate, you’re running to the bathroom — sobbing, puking, gasping for air, and satoru is just left standing there in the hallway like:

“what the actual fuck just happened…” 🧍

he’s still got puke on him. it’s in his shoe. and he just kind of… short circuits. for like, a full 45 seconds. then he groans, drags a hand down his face, peels off his outer robe, immediately heading towards the bathroom with a towel and a glass of water, muttering under his breath:

“you should’ve told me you were sick…”

but it’s not even mean. it’s like, weirdly frustrated and soft. like he’s just rattled and flustered and trying really hard not to panic. he crouches next to you while you’re still hovering over the toilet, rubbing your back, and you just sniffle and mumble:

“…my period is a week late.”

But how did you and your hubby meet?

oh no worries bb!

hubby and i met when i was 20, working part-time at Target. we were coworkers — i worked the fitting room and he worked in the back, but for whatever reason Target had kept all the walkie talkies at my desk. so every day, he'd swing by to grab his walkie or swap out batteries. i saw him in passing despite us working different departments.

one day, we were the only two in the break room. and mind you, it's a massive break room. this was a big Target. anyways, i had my headphones on, listening to music, and this guy chooses to plop into the seat RIGHT next to me (i remember thinking, dude wtf. i don't even know you and i have headphones in. leave me tf alone. LOL)

he was very much like a golden retriever, trying to strike conversation. he was eating cookies for his lunch (ofc bc my husband has the biggest sweet tooth) — and he offered me one. apparently, he says that i gave him the BIGGEST resting bitch face that day 🤭 ahaha. but to be fair, i’d just gotten out of a really bad relationship and was very much not in the mood for men.

despite that, i took the cookie.

he asked what music i was listening to. turns out we had similar taste — and both played guitar — so that kinda broke the ice. we chatted the rest of my lunch, and then later that day when he came to return his walkie at the end of his shift, he asked for my number.

we started off as friends. he'd always pick me up, and we’d hang out and play music together. when he'd drop me off back home, it was hard for me to leave — we literally would sit in his car until like, 3am just chatting for HOURS.

i had a massive crush on him, but he was giving me major mixed signals. turns out, he was fresh out of a long-term relationship where he’d been cheated on. (he later admitted he was fighting himself — said i made it really hard not to want to date me 🙂‍↕️)

we stayed just friends for over a year until one night he crashed at my place (on the floor, he insisted), and the next morning, we both had work. his shift started an hour before mine, and right before he left, he randomly kissed me. then LEFT. like sir???🧍‍♀️ you just kissed me and dipped?? i was so confused bc i didn't know what that kiss meant to him. he acted so nonchalant about it.

thankfully, he didn’t leave me wondering long — that night, he waited for me to get off work, walked me to my car, and confessed he was in love with me. asked me to be his girlfriend right there in the parking lot.

hihi 🥹 tysm for loving the fic! vod is not discontinued—here's a sneak peak for the beginning of pt 4 🫶🏻

hi rem ahhh tysm bb you are so sweet 🥹🤧 ily and your writing sm 💕

motherhood and matrimony (ceo! satoru x single mom secretary! reader)

this series is literally my baby. its what essentially helped me grow a following here and the story is just near and dear to my heart. i've put so many pieces of myself into this story and have poured my heart and literal tears into the writing 😭

2. masked affairs—sold to desire (dom! rich satoru x f!reader - inspired by 50 shades of grey)

so this oneshot is special to me in a lot of ways. it was the first story i collaborated with my bestie @strychnynegirl on—it was a vision she trusted me with, so i took it and ran with it! i'm really proud of what i accomplished in this oneshot too bc i struggle with the ability to stfu 💀 everything i write is long, lol. plus, i'm really happy with the tension and smut here 🤭

3. vows of duty (arranged clanhead! satoru x f!reader)

this story is still very new, but i'm really proud of what i've done with it. i'm going entirely out of my comfort zone with this fic, which is both exciting and nerve wracking! like seriously, ya'll wouldn't believe how much i was stressing over this fic 😅 @/srychnynegirl and @madamechrissy can attest to it. but they helped me SO much in getting out of my head. i love them 💕💕

4. supermodel! satoru x fem reader - preview

words cannot describe how down bad i am for this man, lol. i love me a needy obsessed man 🙂‍↕️ i worked real hard on this little drabble for his teaser, and i'm excited for his full fic. this is some of my fav smut i've written, and i'm honestly so obsessed with satoru masturbating. idk, i'm feral for him 😩

5. cursed by color—satoru’s new look (girl dad satoru x f!reader)

one of my pure fluff fics. i just love satoru as a girl dad. this fic is based on my real life too bc my husband sits there and lets my daughter do his nails and hair and UGH. it's just so wholesome. this also healed me bc i wrote this after the end of jjk, so it's my delulu fantasy of how satoru SHOULD be living out his life rn.

tysm my love for this ask!! muah!! 😘

please take care of yourself though and eat well and drink lots of water and have lots of fun <333

COME HERE MY ANGEL! 💕 your ask has me smiling so big, ty bb. i shall adopt you as my daughter and here’s a sneak peak of pt 3 of off the record! 🫶🏻 (waking up with satoru 🤭)

hi.

I’d really like to give you the benefit of the doubt, bc I’m not sure how this message was intended to be sent, but regardless, it’s not received well. I’d appreciate a bit more kindness when it comes to how you ask about updates. like… I know it can be hard to wait when you’re excited about a story, but let me be clear to you that sending messages like this literally does the opposite of what you’re trying to obtain. this just totally kills any creative spark for me and leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

I’ve shared before and I’ll say it again—I’m doing multiple things. I’m a mom, a wife, a student, an employee, a friend. I have responsibilities and I have people that depend on me. this blog is my hobby. that being said, I have no plans to drop clanhead. I rotate between my wips depending on what I’m feeling most inspired to write. Motherhood and Matrimony readers had to wait 3 months for ch 10 (which I literally just posted, so this ask makes me feel irritated—esp given by its timing…?)

😭😭 y’all are really out for his blood omg. he’s not intentionally cruel. look… i have to say something bc i’ve seen a lot of comments and asks come in after releasing pt3.

satoru’s made mistakes and—tbh—he’s gonna keep making a few more. but that’s kind of the point, right? growth doesn’t happen without stumbling a little.

i’m not saying he’s getting off easy. he fucked up and he’s got a lot of work to put in. like—A LOT. him spiraling in pt3 is only scratching the surface.

but, i do gotta make one thing clear, and it’s that my intention isn’t to turn this fic into a full blown petty battle. there’s plenty of other fics on this platform that do take that route, and they do it beautifully!! not knocking on them—i’m just saying it’s not my style, purely bc it doesn’t resonate with me.

i wanna feel the highs and the lows. i wanna earn those butterfly feelings. i wanna ache and yearn and then finally breathe when it all cracks open.

and more than anything—i want this fic to carry a piece of myself. a message i hold dear: that love doesn’t have to be easy to be worth it. and that one terrible mistake doesn’t define you.