You live on a ranch with Satoru and Suguru, the two coy boys- your husbands were undeniably the best at their job, herding livestock and wild horses. It was hard, the summers always sweltering and the winters freezing yet they always bought home money, always loyal, and came home every night.

The two men took pride in taking care of their wife- you were absolutely everything. You lived in a lovely house, on a gorgeous farm. The fields stretched for miles green grass cast with other worldly colours every dusk and dawn.

It was just reaching dusk when the door creaked open and Gojo and Geto could be heard stomping their boots out on the porch, walking in and groaning tiredly.

“We’re home sweetheart” Geto called as Satoru instantly manoeuvred his way to you, wrapping firm arms around your waist and planting a soft kiss to the side of your neck inhaling your scent. “Mmm missed you baby” he murmured sweetly.