Can you write about when the reader passes out and gojo gets a little anxious cuz before he was stressed about reading stuff online and hes a little worried but then she gets up and everythingβs fine? Please
you wince when you come to, the lights of your bedroom blinding you.
βsweetheart, hey, you okay?β satoru immediately pulls you close as soon as as you regain consciousness. your head pounds, and your stomach rumblesβoverall you donβt feel well at all.
βsatoruβwhyββ
his lips form into a thin line. βyou passed out. you freaking passed out on me right after i arrived home.β he let out a frustrated sigh, and only now you see how worried he is as he soothingly runs his fingers on your hair. βyou know, that might be a sign of terminal illnessββ
your eyes widen. βwhat?!β
βthey said when you suddenly faint out of nowhere, it can be a sign for stage three of cancer!β
βwho is βtheyβ?!β
βthis.β he shows you the bright screen of his phone with such serious expression it almost convinces you. and the more you read the article, the more your heart move to your throat.
βb-butβ¦ iββ if you hadnβt just woken up, you would know that the article is honestly irrelevant to your situation. βsatoruβ¦ i donβt want to dieβ¦β
ββ!!! no! of course not! i wonβt let you! iβll raise you from the dead myself if i have to!β
and much later, you suddenly remember what made you pass out in the first placeβ
you were waiting for satoru to come home so you can have dinner together, but he said he had to wait in a long line to get his favorite mochiβs new flavorβ¦ and you were incredibly starving as you waited for him that you passed outπ€¦π»ββοΈ
βyouβ¦β you are so exasperated, but then your husband sheepishly pushes the mochi box to you, trying to appease you.
βhave someβ¦?β
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what if reader was with satoru when they went to amanai's school and all of the girls started squealing over satoru π€
ohoho she isnβt amusedπ€¦π»ββοΈ like she totally thinks heβs a shit and at that time both of them have just gotten together tooπ and after ignoring him for several days, gojo finally comes wagging his tail in front of the reader likeβ
βdo you want my mochi?β he asks so innocently it makes you frown.
βwhat?β
βsuguru said youβve been in a bad mood and mochi always makes me feel better soβ¦ want some?β
thatβs actually so sweet that he offers his prized food to you, butβ¦
βdo you really not know why iβm upsetβ¦?β
βuhβ¦ because you havenβt had any snack?β
ββ¦.until you figure it out, donβt talk to me.β
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I wonder how many times LE reader exiled gojo to the couchπ
too many times ππ»ββοΈ and usually it ends up with: 1) gojo accepting his fate, or 2) him trying to beg for the readerβs forgiveness, or 3) in rare cases, the reader is the one looking for him since she is awoken in the middle of the night and feels cold bc heβs not there to cuddle herβ
βsatoru,β you poke his cheek as he sleeps in the sofa, trying to wake him up. βwake up, you.β
ββ?β he blearily opens his eyes. βuh, itβs so uncomfy hereββ
βget back inside. iβm cold.β
βoh??β his lips immediately curved into a dopey smile. βcold, huh?β
and without even you have to ask, he threw his arms around you. βwell, are you warm now~?β
ββ¦hmph just come back to the bed.β
and throughout your way back to the bedroom, he kept snuggling you that the two of you waddled back like two intertwined bears ππ»ββοΈβ¨
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β wedding anniversary
- gojo satoru x reader
seven years of dating, two years of wedded bliss, and gojo is having his greatest existential crisis yet... all because this year, you apparently have forgotten the most important day of your lives
genre:
18+ suggestive contentβminors do not interact!βheavy smut, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, slight breeding kink, crack, drunk, lovesick and possessive gojo (nanami is so very done with him), also fluff !!
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back to chu's thirsting hour :') based on a fellow gojo fucker's very helpful brainrot (chiyo if you see this, hii!π) pls give it some love bc this has gone through not showing up in the tags 5x already *sobs*
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To this day, it was still beyond Nanami why you, his very sensible former classmate, would have Gojo Satoru as your husband.
βShe... doesn'tβhic!βcare about m-me... anymore!β
But well, to each their own.
βGojoββ
βToday is ourβhic!βanniversary!β
This is exhausting. It had been 30 minutes ever since the blindfolded shithead started rambling his sorrows. βShe is probably just busy, you don't have toββ
βI r-really thoughtβhic!βshe would at least n-not forget it l-like that!β
βPlease, stop this nonseββ
Satoru snapped his head so swiftly that Nanami was startled, pointing out an accusatory finger at his face. βYou stop!βyou don't understand, Nanami!β
The said man flinched, taken aback, before feeling the surge of irritation coursing through his veins.
Sure, Nanami would gladly admit that he didn't understand. He neither had the time nor energy to. It was beyond him that he was even entertaining this blubbering idiot at this time of the day, in a bar no less. How did he get roped into this in the first place?
Actually, he had minus interest in your marital affairs, but Gojo was latching onto him all day, rambling about how excited he was for this day for weeks now, until you gave him a call, saying you would be home late and disregarded his very open anticipation. You broke his heart to pieces, apparently.
Amidst his heartbroken musings, Gojo followed him to his frequented bar, where he proceeded to down multiple glasses without any supervision.
βAm I really t-that lousy? Canβt be itβ¦ Iβm s-strong, d-dashingβ¦ richββ
Nanami released a guttural sigh, messaging his temples. How could this idiot have no shame while spouting all of this?
βWill s-sheβ¦ divorce me nextβ¦?β he abruptly blurted, eyes widening as saucers and full of clarity all of a sudden. Satoru firmly tugged at his suit and forced him to face him. βNanaminβ¦! S-she wonβt divorce me, r-right?!β
Oh, to hell with it. Nanami couldnβt take this anymore. He was done and he had no patience to tolerate it any longer.
He shrugged him off, and pulled out his phone to dial your number. βHello? Please, come pick your husband. Heβs a public nuisance!β
In fact, you didnβt forget your anniversary.
How could you? Satoru made it his point to drop hints about it almost every day, and you actually struggled to be indifferent about it because you also had things planned out.
A presentβalready taken care of thanks to your mail order of Rolexβs newest collection watch, and a treatβa two-tier mochi cake he had been staring at with literal stars in his eyes on your last date.
Which has become the problem. The bakery had mishandled your delivery and you had to wait for them to remake it. It was 8pm already and you couldn't help but worry. Satoru must be feeling utterly despondent by now, thinking you had forgotten a day that meant so much for both of you.
And so when you got a call from Nanami, you dropped everything to get him and told the bakery to arrange for the delivery tomorrow, because you knew... nothing good ever came out of Satoru getting drunk.
"I missed youuuu~! Dearest, darlingβ my universe!"
To Satoru, the everything around him was a blur of lights and hiccups when you came to retrieve him. Nanami was so eager to wash his hands off him, leaving you with a pointed grimace as if pitying you.
. . .
"A-are you going toβhic!βleave m-me?" Satoru slurred for the nth time now, stumbling inside your house with you propping him.
"For the last time, no, but I'm tempted to," you hissed, throwing him a glare. Your husband was a very unpleasant drunk because he wasn't even a drinker in the first place. "Satoruβwalk properly!"
You managed to get him into your bedroom, where Satoru flopped onto the bed, dissolving into groans. You exhaled deeply and plucked the buttons of his shirt open, trying to get him change into his sleepwear.
"Ah... haaah," suddenly he caught your hand and placed it on his bare chest, his eyes blazing into yours, rambling, "Sweetheartβplease. I c-can't live without you now... I'm sorryβI'm sorry for anything, or everything, I don't even know butβplease don't hate meβ"
"Satoru..." Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. Why was he this spooked? "I'm not leaving you, okay?"
"I promise you, I'll do betterβ" his voice was watery, as if his throat was clogged up. "I'll be better..." His voice then reduced into a whisper. The alcohol had stripped away his facade, leaving his raw emotions exposed.
Something inside you lurched. Throughout the nine years you have been with him, Gojo Satoru was always irritatingly self-assured, and so seeing him like thisβ so openly fragile, it did more than just churn your insides; it made you realize the depth of his feelings.
In that moment, you knew your reassurance meant everything.
"I'm not going anywhere, yeah?" you placed your other hand over his, offering him a genuine, soft smile. βSatoru, Iβve put up with your ass for more than nine years. Soβ¦β you shifted your eyes away, suddenly feeling embarrassed, before looking at him again. βI'm here... for you, always.β
His grip on your hand loosened slightly, but the intensity in his gaze didn't wane, and you would've laughed when he hiccupped next if you weren't feeling the overwhelming warmth in your chest.
But oh you wouldn't have expected it, because one heartbeat later, he yanked you down to the bedβ crashing his lips against yours.
βMmmph!β
He tangled his nimble fingers on your hair, and his other hand slipped inside your blouse, unclasping your bra in one flick. You let out a gasp, "Satoruβ! "
Before you could even gasp, in the next second, he flipped you overβ seizing your puffy lips once more. His hands now moved with more urgency, squeezing your breasts rather roughly, flicking your nipples with the pads on his thumbs.
And soon, far sooner than you thought...
"Who else gets to see you like this?" Satoru inquired darkly after you were naked under him, his voice low and deep. He was no longer that stupid husband of yours, rather the wanton man of your nightly wonders.
Without warning, he slid one of his fingers into your folds, probing your walls, and a gasp escaped you as you arched your back, throwing your head back on the sheets.
"Noβ one," your voice came in a breathless moan, still reeling. "H-how can y-you ask meβ" Stretching you out even further, he entered another finger and you wailed, "Mmgh!"
He had always loved the sounds you made and how you were so pretty squirming under him like this. And before you knew it, his face was inches from your cunt, blowing hot air into your sensitive flesh.
"Tell me, who is the only person who gets to see you like this?"
Your eyes rolled back, words died on your tongue as his skilled tongue ran down on your drenched pussy. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his head, but he firmly held them apart.
"You." Panting, your mind racing to form coherent thoughts. You managed to mutter, "Only you... No one elseβhahβjust y-you...!"
He suckled on your clit hungrily then, rewarding you for your honesty. Squelching noises echoed around your marital bed as your arousal pooled around his fingersβ you being so incredibly, irrevocably close to your release.
"Haaah, nghβmmph!βSatoru, I'm a-about toβ!" but then, in one cruel twist, he withdrew his digits, and your pussy throbbed at the loss.
You muffled your whines, feeling betrayed and irritable. "Whatβwhyβ!?"
"Don't think that I'll let you cum anywhere else but my cock," he stated gallantly with an unusually stern expression, blue eyes narrowing as he assessed your wetness. Right in front of your eyes, his cock sprung after he let it out of his pants.
"Soon, you'll feel me..." Your eyes shamelessly followed his long length as he placed it on your lower belly. "...there."
Everything about him using that taunting tone turned you on, and true to his words, he soon slid himself inside you. He let out a low grunt at the feeling of how your walls clenching around him and you whined, the pain of being stretched making you almost sob.
"Shit, hold still," Satoru groaned, pushing down on your belly. "You're so tightβ relax for me a bit, sweetheart? You're doing so, so fucking well."
His words went through you, and you could feel yourself opening more to ease his intrusion. Next thing you knew, he was buried deep inside you, and his gaze met you once again.
"Are you okay?" he asked between breaths, voice softening. When you nodded in response, he planted a kiss on your chest.
"I love you," he said in a rasp, eyes piercing your soul. "Iβll give you anything. My body, heart, soulβyou can have it all. In return, you just have to promise one thing." His eyes, now clearer, deprived of the earlier haze, boring straight into you like an arrow.
"Don't ever leave me."
"I won't," you replied resolutely, catching your breath. Your own eyes shone with your love for him, making it even. "For as long as I live, it's going to always be you."
Satoru gazed at you as if you were his skies and stars, and before he started pounding into you, he vowedβ
"Then I'm yours."
And soon, you were a nothing more than a frenzy, hot mess. You couldnβt help the nasty moans flying out of your lips as he kept barreling into you. His grunts reverberated throughout the room, rutting you through your hazed mind.
And the way he was whispering provocations into your ear, pushing you further into ecstasy at the mere thought ofβ
"What if... I get you pregnant this time?" A thrust. "Just imagineβ" Another. "My wife, all roundβ" Another. "βjust because Iβam doing this to herβ!"
You were barely registering his rambles at this point. Your walls clenching around his girth impossibly tight and you let him claim you as his thoroughly, your legs locking around his waist.
"Ahβngh, mmrgh! Satoruβmore!"
This wasn't you, the usual you wouldn't be this daringβ but even you'll be more than forgiven tonight.
Satoru's jaw tightened at the sheer pleasure you brought him, his ego stroked, and his heavenly eyes darkened as you begged and dug your nails into him. He was so close, he could feel it. Your moans was enough to lead him to cum right here and there.
But before that, he was determined to show you, to whom you truly belong.
βMy wife.β He growled. A thrust.
βMine.β You gasped. Harder.
βAll mine.β Deeper.
"Yes," you cried. "Yoursβ all yours, so pleaseβ!"
And three deep thrusts later, Satoru finally busted his load inside you, spurts after spurts painting your wall whiteβ filling you up so hard it was spilling out. And your orgasm followed in immediate effect along with your hitched screams of pleasure, before the two of you collapsed on each other, a mix of groans and sweat, entwined in cum, bliss and exhaustion.
"Love you, sweetheart," you heard him murmuring in your ears, enveloping you in a warm embrace as you drifted into sleep.
Next morning, you were awoken to soft hums in your ears.
"Oh, the sleeping beauty awakens." The first sight you saw was Satoru's cheeky grin, and him pecking you on the lips. "How are you?"
"Mmm..." you winced, feeling the slight twinge between your legs. He noticed it and gently untangled himself from you, fingers tracing your waist. "Don't move around too much, you're going to bother my little swimmers, you know."
It took you a few seconds to realize what he meant and you glared at him. "You horny weirdo. I just woke up."
βHeh heh heh~ Don't take it too seriously! I was just trying to get you to smile.β He pinched your cheeks and then mused, βWell, I'd actually be surprised if we made it last night...β
"You're not funny," you retorted. You had been feeling weird and that was when you saw it.
The dazzling, massive diamond ring. On your finger. Wait, is that Graff's Tribal Collection?
"Satoru..." you mumbled, lifting your hand in shock, your eyes fixed on the piece that likely cost more than your monthly wage. "You..."
"Do you like it?" his smile was so easy and light, adoring the sight of you. You were so adorable, marveling at the little gift he got you.
"What do you meanβ" you stuttered, turning to him. "Are you crazy?! I can't wear something this expensiveβ!"
"But that's exactly my point. It's a gift, meant to spoil my wife."
"You are mad," warmth flooded your cheeks, your heart fluttering with joy. You were unbelievably giddy because your husband really knew the way to your heart, yet you'd be damned if you let the excitement show in front of him.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression souring, and with a mocking tone, he accused you, "Actually, you're the one who's gone mad. I can't believe you forgot our anniversary!"
"I didn't, you dummy. I was out picking up your favorite mochi cake before you got yourself wasted." You turned away from him, shyly. "And I got a gift for you too."
"Oh? Oooh! Really!? What is it?!"
He was back to his silly self again, and you could only shake your head, wondering how the sex god from last night and this fool was the same person.
Yet, you felt nothing but love. Your heart couldn't help but melt for him when you saw that carefree grin.
And you couldn't be more grateful to the stars for bringing him into your life.
. . .
Oh, and little did you know that his little swimmers also made the goal last nightβ as three weeks later, you found yourself clutching the first of your pregnancy tests, which was showing a positive.
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β curiosity
- gojo satoru x reader
when gojo is found out by his own son during your nighttime activities
genre:
18+ suggestive contentβminors do not interact! crack, fluff, dad!gojo
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based on a fun suggestion by anon! and itβs been sooo long in my draftsπ€§ anyways gojo in phantom parade game is so otome-coded, look at his innocent face!βthat's how he's going to be while explaining this to his son
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"NghhβSatoru... ah!" you mewled, breathless, right after the third time he made you cum on his fingers alone.
Gods, even with one kid already running around, Satoru never stopped acting like he desired you like when you were still newlyweds. The glint in his eyes never dulledβalways smirking at you as if you were the prey, as he licked his fingers with a wicked smile.
"Ah, sweets, are you ready to take me in now?" he cooed in your ear. Really, he was at his limit, seeing how he brought pleasure to you as you writhed under him made him this close to becoming undone too.
With your nod of approval, he wasted no time. He gripped your hips, and swiftly slid his thick cock between your folds. As he sank into youβmaking himself fit, you accidentally let out a loud moan.
βSo pretty,β Satoru groaned through clenched teeth, marveling at your scrunched face, feeling how your legs wrapped around his waist in compliance. βStill so tight for me...β
And the way you squeezed your eyes shut right before he started to pound into you made him finally lose it, as he hotly grunted in that raw, almost feral voiceβ
βAll mine.β
With each thrust, you quite literally squealed. Seems like you were sensitive at this time of the month, because your senses were heightened and you couldn't help the nasty moans leaving your lips. The sensation of him repeatedly slamming his hips against you turned you into a crying mess, and had you totally forgetting that your toddler was sleeping just next door.
And when his climax exploded within you with one last powerful thrust, his hot cum spurting hard, stuffing you to the brim and painting your womb whiteβ you clawed at him, tugged him closer to your breasts as a mix of scream and moan of his name escaped your lips, trembling at the depth to which he was burying himself inside you.
You were panting, totally spent, sensing the familiar way of his cum trickling down your thighs. And at that moment, you could have sworn you heard the patter of footsteps nearby. Before you could fully register it, Satoru hastily pulled the blanket to cover you both.
Suddenly, your bedroom's door swung open, revealing your precious boy standing there, visibly sleepy but worried. "Mama?"
You muttered your son's name weakly, disoriented, and it only served to worry him further. His little eyes widened, and he took a stepβ
"No, no, kiddo!" Satoru urged in a panic. "Stay there! Don't move!"
His son eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing? Why are you crushing mama?"
"Iβ" Satoru collected himself, and put on the most innocent smile. "I'm... helping mama to sleep, you see."
You went pale, now that you realized the situation you were in. Your son had just seen you and your husband in the middle of the act. You were silently grateful for Satoru's quick thinking for covering both of you to spare your son from the indecency.
"Helping?" your son gaped in disbelief. "But she was just crying!"
"Yeah, she cried because she couldn't sleep," Satoru blurted, still smiling benevolently like he hadn't nothing wrong. You felt the urge to facepalm at his terrible excuse and the irony of the situationβhow close he was to collapsing beside you, and that he hadn't even pulled out of you yet.
Your intelligent boy wasn't easily convinced, that was what you would expect of him.
"How's you hovering over her will help her sleep?"
βWith this position, she'll sleep more comfortably, you know,β he asserted confidently, prompting a subtle twitch in your eye. He turned to you, a stupid grin on his face. βAnd who knows, it might also help to make your sibling. Isnβt it true, dear?β
Satoru nudged your side, willing you to agree with him. You were in utter shock and shot him a dark glare, before looking at your distraught son in a flurry. βY-yeahβ¦ Iβm fine, baby. Go back to your room now.β
βYou're not hurting, Mama?β the little boy asked you worriedly. Thank heavens he was more focused on you rather than Satoru's little comment.
βNo. Your papa is justβ¦ trying to help. Iβm okay, yeah?β
βIf you say soβ¦β your son pouted reluctantly. He shifted his gaze on his father and 'hmph'-ed in accusation. βYouβre weird.β
"Hey!" Satoru exclaimed, comically offended. "What are you doing here, anyway? Can't you sleep?"
βI heard noises... and now I want to go to the bathroomβ¦β
Your husband grunted. "Fine, I'll come with you. Just wait a moment and close the door, please?"
Your son threw one last concerned glance at you before shutting the door. Both of you let out collective sighs of relief.
βI swear, heβs such a brat. He used to be so lovable too,β Satoru grumbled under his breath, finally slipping out of you and rolled to your side. He playfully tapped your lower belly and winked. βI hope itβs a daughter next. She will surely be daddy's girl.β
Your body was still shivering as a result of your high earlier, and yet you still managed to side-eye him, hissing, βI'm going to kill you, Gojo Satoru.β
βWhaββ
βSleep more comfortably? A sibling?β
βWell, canβt we just say that weβre going to give himββ
βSatoru, donβt you put more weird ideas in our sonβs head.β
βButβ!β
βThe moment you do, and if I catch you, I swear to God, I'm banishing you from our bed.β
Epilogue
βUncle Nanamiβ¦ does sleeping in certain position will give me a sibling?β
Nanami almost choked on his own words. βWhat?β
On this rather fine day, he had agreed to help you keep an eye on your child, as both you and Satoru went on separate missions.
He might not be able to stand his senior, but Nanami couldnβt deny that he had a soft spot for the toddler even if he was a carbon copy of his father, as the boy was sweet and overall more like you in nature.
Your son blinked at him curiously. βPapa said not to tell this to mama, but when I asked, he was actually trying to give me a brother or sister to play with when he squished mama on the bed the other day.β
Nanami felt a vein about to burst at the very implication. In hindsight, he shouldnβt be surprised at Gojo Satoruβs unrefined parenting skills but then again, anything that annoying clown did always managed to surprise him one way or another. He let out a long sigh.
βKid, forget what your father said.β
βHuh? Is that not true then?β
βReport this to your mother, yeah? Ask her too, she will have better answers for you.β
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β wife
- gojo satoru x reader
in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher's wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds
genre:
fluff, crack, gojo being a silly little menace as always, yuji and nobara are confused, an attempt at humor, lovesick gojo, mention of breastfeeding
note:
itβs so silly but i had fun writing this! based on a request by anon (thank you!) but i tweaked it a bit and partly inspired by this fanart. reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high and has a baby with gojoβloosely a continuation of protect
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"Take that off immediately!"
"Kyaaah~! Yuji is here, you pervert!"
Yuji was a laughing mess. Megumi and Nobara collectively sighed. Nanami attempted to retrieve his once-immaculate suit, now a crumpled mess, from the one and only Gojo Satoru, who found humor in stealing his signature attire and impersonating the stern-faced Nanami in front of his fresh batch of first years.
"He is incorrigible," Nobara grumbled, her eyes slitting. They said that he was a strong sorcerer, possibly the strongest there was, but she found it really hard to believe.
Megumi threw her a deadpan stare. With many years of putting up with this kind of antics under his belt, he pitied her for not knowing that this was far from the worst. "Yeah, he is."
"How does anyone ever put up with him?"
That was actually a good question. "We don't..." Megumi paused, recalling each and every occasion where he tried to do so. "His wife is probably the only one who can."
Nobara sputtered, spinning towards him. "What theβwife? That annoying man has an actual, living, breathing wife?"
"Who? Gojo-sensei?" Yuji chimed in, jumping into the conversation, leaving the supposedly two adults in their catfight. Nanami was still clawing to get his suit back, and Gojo continued to giggle and evade him, playfully running away.
Nobara scoffed. "I bet the woman just married him for the money. He comes from prestigious clan, yes? That must be it."
Yuji felt his eyes would pop out of its sockets. "What are you talking about, Kugisaki!? What womanβ"
"Shut up, Itadori! Don't be too loud!"
Nobara and Yuji's unharmonious ruckus irritated Megumi to the bone, and he decided that the best course of action now was to leave them all in the dust. With a glare and a shake of his head, he stalked away.
And thus the two new first years were left with half-truths that would lead them into a major misadventure later that dayβ
βwhich happened when they spotted Nanami with you, whom they were still unfamiliar with.
They were convinced that Gojoβs wife must be some sort of boring tramp eyeing his wealth and not this positively radiant, mature woman, and so ruling that possibility out, they positively swooned at the sight before them.
"He's irresponsible, egotisticalβ" snippets of Nanami's frustrated words conveyed enough to paint a picture of Gojo's character. He was definitely ranting about Gojo to you.
"Is that Nanamin's wife?" Yuji mused, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "She is so pretty..."
"They... look cute together," Nobara hummed with dreamy eyes, and then looked at Yuji sharply. "And yes, she's indeed pretty, but know your place, Itadori!"
"I know!"
Based on how the two of you interacted, they concluded that you must have been close, with the way Nanami visibly relaxed around you, and not as formal as he was with anyone else. They highly suspected that the two of you were married, as you wore a ring, which was the ultimate sign.
"And how's the baby?" Nanami asked then, directing the question to you with a smile on his face, prompting surprised gasps from both Yuji and Nobara.
You were glowing, to say the least, and when you let out a small giggle at his question, even both students couldn't miss the way your expression exuded pure happiness. "He is well. Ah, I really wanted to bring him along too, but he was a little messy after eating so I left him at home. You can see him laterβ¦"
Yuji gaped. "So it's true..."
"Oh my gosh... and they have a baby." Nobara almost squealed.
And that sealed it. The headline of the day: Nanami is married to this stunning woman wandering the school grounds.
So imagine their utter shock when the second time they found you, you were with Gojo, and he was shamelessly snogging you in the hallway.
βWhy are you here?β Gojo was breathless after the soul-sucking kiss he smothered you. His tone remained playful yet carried a clear undertone of concern. "You're still on maternity leave. I'll make sure Yaga knows that."
βSatoru,β you whined, and the use of his given name made Yuji and Nobara gasp in disbelief. βIβm perfectly okay and I donβt need to breastfeed anymore. I should start getting back to work.β
Nobara seemed to finally understand the implication. But Yuji didnβt. His mind flitting from one scandalous idea to anotherβ
Gojo-sensei seducing Nanaminβs wife? Nanaminβs wife cheating on him with Gojo-sensei?
In the brief period he spent with Gojo, Yuji realized that he didn't exactly have a reputation for decency. So despite himself, he could only muster up this one word: βHomewrecker. Homewrecker!β
Yujiβs shriek took all three of you by surprise, and now both you and Gojo were aware of his presence.
βYou absolute idiot,β Nobara hissed, face-palming.
βOh, Yuji? Nobara?β Gojo genially asked, his concern towards you quickly dissolved into a meaningful smirk on his face. βAnd what do you mean byβ?β
Yuji yelped. βYou! You are! Youβre trying to seduce Nanaminβs wife!β
Silence. Gojoβs eyes twitched beyond his blindfold. You blinked. Nobara wanted to save herself from the second-hand embarrassment. And his loud voice caught the attention of Megumi too, who was close by.
βYou seem to be mistaken. First of all, Nanami isnβt married,β Gojo said with a strained voice, maintaining his smile. He then gestured at you, showing you off with pride. βAnd this here, is my wife.β
βY-your wife?!β Yuji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. βH-how?! I saw her with Nanamin! Talking about a babyββ
βThat would be my baby.β
βBut how?!β
βYuji, do you want me to give you a crash course in baby-makingββ
βSatoru!β
You sent him a glare and turned to the young first years with a smile. "You must be the new first years? Iβm Y/N, and Iβm in charge of the second years.β You gestured towards your husband. βAnd please, ignore most things he says. Heβs a bit crass, and if you ever feel he's harassed you, don't hesitate to report it to me."
βWifey! How could you!β
βShut up, Satoru! Youβre embarrassing yourself!β
βWhat are you doing here?β Megumi inquired with a deep frown, getting between Yuji and Nobara as they stared at Gojo in total bewilderment.
Yuji exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at you. βFushiguro! Gojo-senseiβs wife is a beauty!β
ββ¦I know that already.β
Nobara whipped her head towards him. "You knew?! Since when?!"
βTheyβ¦ took me in.β
βTHEY WHAT?!β
Gojo grinned at their chorus of surprise. βAnd what a fine boy he turns out to be, eh?β
Megumi scowled, but Gojo wasnβt bothered at all. If anything, what offended him wasβ
"What makes you think my dear wife here belongs to Nanami instead of me?" he joked with a mock scoff, earning an eye roll from you.
Nobara and Yuji blurted out their thoughts simultaneously.
βThey look good together?β
βNanamin is dependable?β
Gojo gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his mouth. "So, not only do I not look good with her, but I also don't seem dependable enough?" He turned to you with the most aghast expression. βTell me that isnβt trueββ
You shot him a withering look, deadpanning, βActually, you might be.β
And Gojo clutched his chest, letting out an anguished cry.
Epilogue
βSatoruβ¦ come on, you know I was joking.β
Your dramatic ass of a husband had his head on your lap, hugging your torso tight. The pout on his face hadnβt faded a bit ever since he was done with his class, and now on your marital bed, he was clinging to you with all of his might.
He shook his head petulantly, clicking his tongue. βYouβve embarrassed me in front of my students. Youβre so mean!β
You sighed. βIβm sure you have made a fool out of yourself far often. This is insignificant.β
βHmph! How could you say that?! I don't care if it's me, but I can't believe that it's coming from you! I shower you with my undivided love each and every day!β
βYeah, yeahβ¦β
Somehow seeing him like this made your heart lurch. He reminded you so much of your baby boy who was sleeping right in the next room that you couldn't resist smiling and pinching his cheeks.
βOkay, okay. My husband is handsome, looks good with me and definitely someone I can rely on,β you relented, and like a lightbulb going off, Satoru suddenly beamed so wide that you were certain his cheeks hurt.
βThatβs more like it! Now, now, thereβs only one way that can prove how responsible I am! Let me just fill you up with another babyββ
You smacked him on the head.
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Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojoπβi-
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aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer
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βbwah!β a nudge.
βmyah!β a shove.
and thenβ
βwaaa!β aβ¦ slap (?) on the cheek.
βhuh?β satoru winced, touching where the babyβs palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasnβt imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.
and it was the babyβhis baby.
your giggles filled the air in response.
βhey, you,β satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. βbad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldnβt do that, you hear?β
the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.
you snorted at his righteous tone. βheβs just protecting me. even your kid knows youβre a danger.β
a gasp left your husbandβs shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. βme? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!β
βheavβpfftββ
βi give you love, food, my bodyββ he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, ββheck, i even give you this naughty baby!β
βwhaβno! thatβs team effort!β
βstill! and now he is staging an uprising against me?β satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklaceβa gift from satoru too, actually.
βlook at him go,β he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. βhey! no touching! those are mine!β
βplease.β you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. βthe milk is his!β
βhe can have the cowβs! and more importantly, itβs thanks to me that youβre so milkyββ
βsatoru! youβre so uncouth i canβtβ!β
βsee? youβre laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!β
later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. βhe is out like a lightβ¦β
satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldnβt miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anythingβfirst of all, himselfβif it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.
knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt fullβso full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.
you really do love him, donβt you?
βlook at him, heβs like a shrimp,β your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.
βsatoru.β
βyeah?β he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react furtherβ
you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. βmwah!β
ββ¦?!β
for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.
βyouβ¦β he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. βnow youβve started itβ¦β and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.
βaβah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!β
. . .
safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.
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soft gojo meeting his newborn hc, pleaaasee??
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soft dad!gojo drove me to have another baby fever for the ntn time. you just have to put this idea in my head donβt you dear anon~
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the thing was so tiny, precious and squishy. it fit right in his hands, so red and fragile, almost like a toyβ
only it was not. it was a real, living baby. his son, partly made by his own flesh and bloodβhis to protect.
βhello to you, my little minion,β satoru whispered to his newborn, wonderstruck by the sight of this small but clearly alive being. his eyes glazed, his fingers delicately tracing the baby's face, body, and tiny feet. βiβm your dad, yeah?β
his own soft voice sounded foreign to him. but at this moment, as he was utterly mesmerized by the sight of little human that just came out of you, his beloved wife, he couldnβt care less.
he had always imagined how his brat would look like. he even joked with you about how heβd get his good looksβand heck, the gods did hear him and this baby in his arms was the most handsome baby he had ever seen, blessed with his white hair and softest skin, as well as the rosiest cheeks.
his only dismay was that he also inherited the bluest of eyes, the curse in his family line.
well, but thatβs a problem for another day.
he settled his newborn into the hospital's nursery crib, and nudged his pudgy cheeks once again. not even half a day had passed since he was born, and gojo satoru had developed a severe cuteness aggression for his son. he swore heβd spoil him rotten, shower him love he never truly experienced from his own parents, and of course, keep him safe.
with his heart full, he left the baby as he slept, and went back to your room.
in the very same predicament as your baby, you were still fast asleep. you were visibly exhausted, your hair was a tangled mess, and there was a line of dried blood along your lipsβcaused by accidentally biting them too hard earlier, during your labor pains.
even in the state of disarray, satoru still thought you looked ethereal, too good for him.
he ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing them, and he regretted it when your face scrunched up and your eyes fluttered open. ββ¦hmm? satoru?β
βhey, sweets. how are you feeling?β
βi still feel like being split into twoβ¦ but yeah, iβll manage.β
βshush, of course. you feel that way often, each time when iββ
βdonβt,β you warned, glaring at him. βi just birthed your heir, gojo satoru. donβt even start.β
satoru burst into a laugh so hearty and he realized he truly loved this dynamics with you. and that he was grateful for you.
he wanted to thank you for all that you had done for him. for returning his feelings. for marrying him. for going through that pain to bring his son to the worldβ
and most of all, for still being here. for staying alive to live another day with him.
βi saw him just now. our baby is perfect.β
βreally? i want to meet him tooβ¦β
βsoon, sweetheart... when youβre a little better, iβll take you to him.β
but he wasnβt the best with words. and so even if he were to pour his heart out, everything would be condensed into this one sentence.
you were excited at the prospect of meeting your baby, when suddenly satoru leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead.
βi love you so damn muchβ¦ you know?β
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β the babysitters' club
- gojo satoru x reader
in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacherβwatching over his baby son!
genre:
total crack, first years are trying their best to babysit your son to save their grades, an attempt at humor, gojo is irritating as always, fluff, fluff, fluff
note:
this is sooo incredibly silly :') some inspiration are taken from the baby starfish onesie, this ask, and this illustration -> if you're wondering how gojo dressed his baby, he's looks just like that :)) tagging @3zae-zae3 <3
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"Gojo-sensei... what is that wiggling starfish!?"
On one sunny day in jujutsu school... trouble is once again brewing in the form of Gojo Satoru bringing his baby son to the class.
"Starfish? No, no," Gojo retorted with a displeased expression, directing his gaze towards Yuji and clicking his tongue as he patted his squirming baby, which was still hidden from their view. "He's my pride and joy! Don't refer to him as starfish!"
"But you've got him dressed up as one..." Nobara pointed out, her tone flat and unimpressed.
"That's his kid," Megumi provided, wearily sighing. God, he knew already today was going to be a long day.
No one from school had seen your seven-month old baby son yet, and Gojo was determined to make it an occasion to remember.
Beaming with pride, he gently removed his baby from the starfish-themed onesie, revealing him in a tiny black jujutsu outfit specially tailored for him, complete with miniature black glasses. He held him up, presenting him for everyone to see.
"Behold, everyone... my son! Isn't he just adorable?!"
. . . a momentary silence beforeβ
"Oh my goodness, he is!" Nobara cooed, forgetting her earlier sentiment, immediately approaching the baby with shining eyes. "Sensei, how could you manage to have a baby this cute!?"
"Heh! Only the finest technique utilized to create himβ"
"Complete bullshitβ"
"Hush, Megumi! No cussing in front of my baby! I'll deduct your marks!"
"Seriously...?"
"Now, class, today I have a very, very important task for you..." Gojo said, his voice dripping with mischief as he sported a broad grin. "If you succeed, I'll personally draft a recommendation letter for each of you to Yaga. But if you don't..." he paused for the suspense, scanning his three students' curious faces.
"Then I'm failing you in my class!" Gojo continued with a grin, prompting immediate reactions from his students.
βWhat! Why?!β
βThat's not fair!β
βSigh.β
βAll you have to do was to watch over him until I come back. Everything you need is hereβ in this bag!β
Megumi rolled his eyes. Nobara raised an eyebrow. Only Yuji who seemed to be genuinely interested.
"Isn't that easy?" Gojo tilted his head playfully, looking absolutely stupid with his blindfold. "There are three of you here. If you can't even manage to look after one baby, then you should not even think about romance and dating."
"Nonsenβ"
"Quiet, Megumi!"
And so began the day's mission: looking after Baby Gojo until his father's return.
βLalala~ look youβre flying!β
βFwa...β
βKugisaki, donβt hold him like that! Youβre making him cry!β
βNo, Iβm notβ Itadori! Donβt smush his faceβ!β
βWAAA!β
βYou idiot!β Megumi hissed, plucking the poor baby from his clueless friends and immediately soothed him, pulling him close and patting his back. He even gently shushed him, βThere, there...β
And Yuji and Nobara could only look at him in awe as the baby's wails turned into soft sniffles, peaceful in his embrace.
"Whoa... Fushiguro, so babies like you, huh..."
"Unfair!" Nobara clicked his tongue, before fixing a wide smile and waved at the baby in Megumi's arms. "Hi baby~ don't you want to held by big sisterβ"
"He doesn't like you, Kugisaki."
And so, that was how the three of them spent half the dayβconstantly watching over Baby Gojo, with Megumi supervising both the baby and his two friends.
"Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in him..." Megumi grumbled sullenly, resigned to his fate, his gaze fixed on the crawling baby while he sat on the floor and threw his little sunglasses.
For all the sighs he exuded, Megumi undeniably had a soft spot for the baby. Prior today, he had held him several times, and he'd never admit it, but he'd protect him to the best of his ability, if anything, because you had done so much for him.
βGojo-sensei is cool!β Yuji remarked. βOf course Y/N-sensei is happy with him.β
Nobara rolled her eyes. βOnly you would say that.β
"Hey, don't you think he wants his milk?" Yuji suddenly pointed out, as the baby became fussy. Megumi nodded and Yuji immediately reached for the bag Gojo left. He pulled out a bottle and handed it to his friend, but in the process, he accidentally knocked the bag over, spilling its contents onto the floor.
"Ahh, my bad," the boy sighed, collecting the diapers and washcloth, until he realized that there were some moreβ
"What's that? Photographs?" Nobara picked one of them up, and immediately gasped. "Oh my! Look at this!"
On the picture was the same baby, but much more smaller and swaddled in baby blue blanket and tiny blue beanie. Most likely taken when he was a newborn.
"Whoa, wait, there's something written behind the photo..."
When she flipped it over, both she and Yuji studied the messy handwriting, instantly recognizing it as their teacher's.
Yaaay! β‘ Baby is here! I'm sooo happy you made it!
But mama went through a lot to bring you here... so don't ever forget that she loves you very, very much, okay?
"This is sweet." Nobara looked at the picture with a genuine smile, until she realized that there were some more scattered on the floor.
The other picture was of the blue-eyed baby on his arms and knees, wrapped in an orange and black bee onesie, complete with little wings, and behind it was written:
Aren't you just the cutest bee?! And what's more, you've started crawling! Aw, papa is so proud! In no time at all, you're going to be as strong as me!
"What are you two doing over there?" Megumi asked, still feeding the baby with the milk bottle. Nobara beckoned him over.
The third photo was of you smiling so prettily while holding your baby, still in his bee suit, and Gojo also in the frame, wrapping his arm around you, clearly the one holding the camera to take the selfie.
Two my most precious treasures β‘
Sweetheart, I love you.
And baby too!
Yuji smiled, as he felt warmth spreading in his chest. "Gojo-sensei really treasures his family, huh?"
"He is," Megumi agreed, because he had seen it all throughout his life.
"Well, no wonder..." Nobara giggled. "Any woman showered with this much love would be happy."
And that day, the trio also uncovered another side of their teacher, that his deepest affection was reserved exclusively for his wife and child.
Well, the sentimental feeling didn't last long though...
"This is our chance!" Nobara said in a hushed whisper. "When else are we going to get an extra family discount!?"
Megumi was so ready to burst a blood vessel as he held the babyβgiven that he had forbidden his two friends to lay a finger on him. "We are meeting Gojo-sensei here, not toβ!"
"Hush! Itadori, don't you agree with me?!"
Yuji nudged his cross friend, trying to appease him. "Lighten up, Fushiguro! We can have more meat!"
At the last minute, Gojo suddenly told the three of them to bring his baby and meet him at the shopping center as he didn't want to waste energy to go back to the school. And like broke students Nobara and Yuji were, they decided to use Baby Gojo to snag an extra plate in a yakiniku place.
Megumi's eyes twitched. "This is not making sense at all, they won't believeβ!"
"Shut up, you! Waiter~ here! We have a baby! So we're eligible for the family package!"
The judging stare of the waiter was enough to make Megumi combust on the spot, and yet somehow he passed the four of them as family eligible for the extra plate.
It was later, after they had their lunch that Megumi suddenly had an upset stomach and left the baby momentarily in his two friends' care.
And under less-than-watchful eyes...
"Hey, Kugisaki, meat on this side is the juiciest! Try it!"
"Ooh, you're right!"
The baby only blinked at them in wonder as he stayed in his spot. Not for long though... and it didn't help that they forgot his existence after they went to the cashier and headed out.
"Oi, Itadori! Don't forget to split the bill!"
"Oh yeah! Anyway, why is Fushiguro taking so long?"
Megumi got back right afterwards, and he frowned. "You done already? I haven't even gotten my ocha refillβ" and it dawned to him when he saw both Yuji and Nobara with empty hands.
"Wait... where's the baby?"
"β! Oh my god!"
And when the three of them rushed back to the yakiniku place and approached their table earlier, Nobara almost screamed at the empty chairs, "He is gone!"
"You left the baby with the kids and told them to come here?!"
You were positively fuming as you scolded your stupid husband in the bustling mall.
"Well, we haven't gotten much time to spend together, just the two of us!" Satoru retorted, his tone sulky as he pouted. "And besides, Megumi is there. I'm sure they'll do just fine~"
You let out a sigh. True enough, being parents is no joke. Aside from stay-at-home dates, the frequency of the two of you going out had dwindled exponentially since having your baby.
"Technically, you are still on the clock though." You threw him a glare. "You're being a very irresponsible teacher."
Satoru smirked. "Heh, spare me. But I'm being a very good teacher to you in ourβ"
"One more word and I'm locking you outβ!"
Just as you were about to give him your (empty) threat, the building suddenly boomed with an announcement from the mall's broadcast speaker.
"Attention, shoppers. We've received a report from three teenagers that they've lost a baby. He is seven-month old, wears black shirt, has white hair and blue eyes. He is last seen at Yakiniku Qβ"
"Satoru..." your voice trembled, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. The baby described by the speaker was unmistakably your son, and the realization of him being missing sent you spiraling into panic.
"Hey, calm down." Satoru gripped your hand tightly, his voice steady as he faced you. "We're going to find him, alright? I'm here. Don't worry."
And after taking off his glasses, in a matter of seconds, Satoru figured out where he was.
Nobara's eyes welled up with tears, frustrated. "What do I do, Gojo-sensei will fail us now..." she muttered, biting her lip.
"That's what you're worried about?" Megumi replied, turning to her with a clear glare.
"He's going to be fine! He is!" Yuji interjected, trying to reassure his two friends despite his own rising anxiety. "Heβs not just any random babyβwho knows, maybe he can shoot cursed energy to protect himself!"
Megumi and Nobara leveled their annoyed stares on him and Yuji immediately regretted his attempt to lighten the mood.
"I still think he can't get far from the yakiniku place." Megumi was too panicked to check with the staff earlier and just went with Yuji's suggestion to report it to be announced, but now that he thought about itβ "I think we should go back."
And thank goodness the three of them returned for the second time because, this time, they finally saw the baby safely cradled in your arms, with Gojo speaking to the waitresses nearby.
"Oh?! Gojo-sensei is here!"
But as soon as the three of them came into view, Gojo immediately fixed them with his unamused gaze.
"You three..." his voice was lower and it made the three kids shudder. "What did I tell you about failing this mission, huh?"
Yuji, Nobara and Megumi were visibly spooked, immediately bowing their heads in unison as they chorusedβ
"Gojo-sensei, we're so sorry!"
Nobara then pointed an accusing finger at Yuji. "But it was his fault! He kept eating away and didn't even oversee the baby anymore!"
"Wha!?" Yuji glared back at her. "No! You too! You kept eating my meat too!"
"Whatever it is, I'm not a part of thisβ" Megumi cut in boldly. "My stomach hurt so I had to go for a bit, and they couldn't even keep an eye on himβ"
You soothed your squirming son as the first years were throwing blame at each other. Gaping in confusion, you couldn't help but wonder how such a simple task had turned into this incident.
"Tsk." Gojo crossed his arms dramatically, and you knew he was just messing with them, as he suddenly turned to you with a grin.
"Nah, as both a teacher and the victim's motherβ Sensei~ who do you think is responsible for this? Or should I punish all three of them?"
The three kids before you were quaking in their boots, and you really didn't have time for this right now. Honestly, if if you had to quickly pinpoint the source of this chaos...
You directed your most irked glare at your husband. "You."
βHuh?!β
βYouβre the one staging this by threatening their grades, and it results in our baby being missing!β
Now you were bickering with your husband and putting him in his rightful place. Nobara and Yuji gaped, while Megumi heaved a sigh of relief.
"Does this mean... our grades are saved?"
Epilogue
"They said he fell..." You pat your baby's head worriedly as he babbled happily in his crib, your expression darkening into a frown.
You didn't really blame the first years for their lack of experience, but as his mother, the news from the restaurant staff that they had found your son falling from the chair made you extremely uneasy.
Seeing your distress, Satoruβs natural response was to comfort you until you were back to smiles again. He gently tickled his boy's tummy, prompting him to squeal in absolute joy. "Look, he's perfectly fine. You don't need to worry so much, yeah?"
"But it's strange... I'm happy he's fine, but how? Most babies will get hurt or at least be inconsolable after falling. But he was totally okay..."
Satoru shifted his gaze to his son, as now his round, crystal blue eyes that mirrored his blinked back at him with such innocence and trust that even melted his heart.
"Ah, I see." Suddenly he smiled as if he had figured something out. "This is just my guess, but you know my guesses have like... 90% of probability of being correctβ"
"Hmm...?"
"He might have activated Infinity by instinct. Heh."
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β heaven's fury
- gojo satoru x reader
sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again
genre:
angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! itβs self-indulgent tooπ€
note:
i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!
a part of gojo's love entries
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βSukuna's vessel is a threatβ he must be executed as soon as possible!β
βThe more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!β
βGojo, you can't delay his sentence any longerβ!β
Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.
The jujutsu world he lives in⦠is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.
Apparently not.
βGojo-sensei? You look scary...β
Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.
. . .
βSatoru, oh, you're home already!β
At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminderβof his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.
βSatoru...?β
And it's because of their weakness that Suguruβ
βSatoru, are youβ?β
βJust fucking shut it!β
And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling yourβhisβprecious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.
βHuhβ¦?β
Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder wasβ is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?
If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smileβ kind of forced, to his dismay. βWelcome home, Satoru.β
Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.
There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.
But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.
Damn it. Damn it all!
In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.
Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.
You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.
Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.
After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.
βSatoru.β You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. βSatoru? You can't be asleep.β
ββ¦β No answer. Okay, let's try something else.
βHoney, talk to me? Hmm?β you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.
ββ¦β This shithead. That's it.
βSatoru, my tummy hurtsββ
βWhat?β In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. βWhat hurtsββ
Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldnβt crash into the headboardβhis blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.
βYou good?β he made a face upon realizing your ruse.
βYou wonβt talk to me otherwise,β you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. βSatoruβ¦ whatβs wrong?β
Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. βItβs nothing,β he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.
You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.
βThere, thereβ¦β you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. βFeel better now?β
He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.
And after a while...
β...βm sorry for yelling at you...β he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. βDidnβt mean it.β
The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.
βMm-hmm, I know.β
βReally.β
βMmm, really, really.β
He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. βOur baby loves being held like this too,β you giggled fondly. βYou big babyβ¦ youβre just like him.β
Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.
βWhenever youβre ready, talk to me, yes?β
And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.
βThey're just some paranoid old foolsββ
βMm-hmm.β
ββstinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the timeββ
βHehβ now that's just plain disrespect.β
βYuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,β Satoru grumbled sullenly. βThey didn't even teach him a thing and incapable toβ how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?β
...oh.
And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.
First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the mostβwhich still haunted him to this day.
And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.
It made something inside you flutter.
βSatoru...β you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. βYouβre ... a kind person.β
βHuh?β
βYou take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,β you mused. βJust look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.β
Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.
But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to himβ
βAnd as your wife, Iβm... proud of you.β
The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.
The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.
βSweets, Iββ he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. βI...β
You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.
Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.
ββ¦love you,β he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pinkβand you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being hornyβ
But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your bodyβ it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.
And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glitteryβsomehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.
βI wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.β
And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.
βYou feel that bad, huh?β you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.
βI am,β he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. βBecause if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.β
βHmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...β
At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.
βNo, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!β
Epilogue
Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.
"Satoru... what are you...?"
He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."
However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.
"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."
When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.
"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harderβ"
"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."
Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered your babyβ
"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare youβ!"
...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.
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18+ suggestive content! cw. cockwarming. based on this ask and thirst idea in my inboxππ»ββοΈ psa: reader makes the first move π€π»
a part of gojo's love entries
βhahβhah, sweets, waitβ!β
now, nowβ¦ what a rare sight. you donβt usually climb on top of your husband and attack him with senseless kisses on your own accordβ usually itβs the opposite.
but ever since satoru got you pregnant, and now that you had reached the end of your first trimester, your hormones were at most turbulent, and you could get turned on over random things he did.
βhahββ he groaned, throwing his head back when your sinful lips trailed kisses on his neck, and your hand played with his length, squeezing him and making him harder by each second.
both of you were still fully clothed and he wasnβt even out of his pants yetβ you just unzipped and took the prize.
for godβs sake, he thought. you looked so fine taking charge of him and making him writhe like this.
βsatoruββ your voice was feathery as you breathed in his neck, before sucking it hard and making him grunt. you let go of his length, pressed your body closer, and then started grinding against him.
in your defense, your husband looked delectable these days. you didnβt know why, but seeing him all happy made you want to keep him inside your pocket or mark him so everyone would know that he was yours.
that even when he casually throws that silly grin to everyone, it is you who have his entire being.
βwhoaββ satoru took a sharp breath, wrapping an arm around your waist as you bucked your hips against him. βsexyβ¦ what brought thisβahβon?β
βyour fault.β you murmured, nibbling on his neck and sneakily unbuttoning his shirt. βyouβ manspread a lot.β
βhuhβ¦?β
βyou were baiting me.β
you didnβt give him a chance to react as you devoured his lips next, placing both hands on his neckβ suck, suck, suck and bite βand coupled by the feeling of your still clothed slit pressed against his bare cock, satoru grunted and let out a low moan.
βsoβhaahβspreading my legsβ¦ is a crime now, eh?β
βnot whenβmmmβin front of me.β
βyouβre going to be the deathβ of me.β satoru chuckled, feeling sweat lining all over his body. you were a vixen under the guise of a proper wifeβhe supposed he already knew that but tonight really drove the fact home.
he was a messβswollen lips, heavily pantingβand damn, now you were trailing sloppy kisses down his chest, and then too near to his crotchβ
βdonβt t-tease meβ¦ sweets.β his voice was rough as he heaved a breath. you had cleverly dragged his inner desire enough for him not to think straight and oh suddenly he had a visionβ
ββtoru,β and the final straw was your small, needy tone.
with that, his senses went flying out the window. he didnβt really think much when he grabbed you close, slipped his fingers inside your panties to feel your wetness, before tearing it off and turning you over, causing you to fall back into his chestβ
βfollowed by spreading your legs and rolling his hips, and effectively sheathing his hardened cock inside you.
βmphm!β you let out a hitched sigh, feeling so incredibly full all of a sudden.
βwell, look at how the tables have turned.β you heard your husband snickering behind you.
you were still trying to catch your breath when you got distracted by his large hand under your dress, spreading across your belly and pressing on your barely noticeable baby bump ever so slightly.
you let out a mewl and as if he just realized what he did, satoru turned to you. βhey, you okay? is this comfy for you?β
you panted, looking away. ββ¦comfy.β
βwell, good. the moment you feel any discomfort, you have to tell me, βkay?β
βmm-hmm.β
βwanna move?β
βno, justβ¦ stay like this.β
βfine by me,β satoru licked his lips, feeling his hardness throbbing inside your tight folds. even after he had fucked a baby into you, the way you took him inside never failed to leave him breathless.
βwell, now on to a more pressing issueβ¦β he turned your chin towards him with his other hand, a giddy grin split his handsome face. βmind telling me, why did you suddenly pounce on me like that, hmm?β
your face burned with embarrassment. you couldn't possibly tell him that he was so irresistible you just had to bite him now, could you?
βcanβt i? would you rather i donβt do it at all?β
βtrying to evade the question, i see...β satoruβs smile evolved into a knowing smirk. βi seem to recall you finding me attractive for spreading my legs though but whatever. iβm happy either way, so right, letβs resumeββ
he tapped your lower belly. βanother pop-up quiz: what do you feel more here... me or our baby?β
you squirmed in his lap, feeling him twitch inside you and your entire body set ablaze. god. iβve picked a wrong fight.
βno response? failing to answer will result in me deducting your marks, you know~β
β...is this your new kink? roleplaying as teacher?β
βi am a licensed teacher, sweets. iβm just putting things to practice~β
you wanted to facepalm. how was it that even in sex he was always finding ways to make you laugh?
βtimeβs up, little wifey,β satoru chuckled and oh lord, the way his body shook also made his cock vibrate inside you, splitting you further. βfor the sake of time and my poor honeyβs very delicate condition, iβll grant your wish.β
you snorted. βwhat are you on this time?β
βturning your horny thoughts into reality,β he retorted, playfully pursing his lips. βbut first thing first, iβll have to regretfully pull out. we need to change positions. youβll stay under me and let me do the rest, βkay?β
you accidentally let out a whine at the sudden feeling of lossβyour pussy clenching around nothing. but as he laid you down and discarded his pants, you were met with the bright gleam of his eyes and wicked grin... and you could already feel yourself growing wet once more.
βdonβt worry, sweets... iβll soon make you feel sooo goodβ just like i always have, yeah?β
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β forever
- gojo satoru x reader
the three times he asked you to marry him
genre:
slightly suggestive, fluff/comfort, silly and lovesick gojo, wedding proposals, mild angst, mentions of injury and protective gojo
note:
i was inspired by some fics with this kind of trope and i can totally see gojo asking you to marry him while he's dead drunkβ
a part of gojo's love entries
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"Why don't we get married?"
The first time Satoru brought this up was right after you both had exhausted yourselves in an intense, passionate lovemaking session.
His bare skin was against yours, and the intimacy of it almost made you want to go along with his suggestion, until you grasped the profound meaning behind his words.
"Satoru," you breathed out, still breathless as you came down from your high. "Are you seriously asking me that now?"
A dopey smile was on his face. "Yeah, is there a problem with it?"
You blinked. The nerve of this clown-headβ
"Not even a proper proposal? Or a ring?" you scowled. "Considering your usual flair, this is a rather lackluster attempt at a proposal."
Of course, you weren't a material girl, but considering his big ego and tendency to go overboard, you just had to call him out.
"Hmm? So if there's a grand proposal and I bought you a ring, then you'll say yes?"
There was practically a twinkle in those bright eyes of his now, and you were a bit caught off guard because well, so he is for real?
Youβd be lying if you said that the thought of marrying him hadnβt crossed your mind. But to be frank, Gojo Satoru didn't strike you as someone who was interested in anything as clichΓ© as marriage and everything that comes with it.
Which brought you back to this pointβyou had absolutely no idea what possessed him to bring up this question.
"Hah," you let out a sardonic laugh. "Not that easy. I'll think about it."
When he let out a βEhhh?β, and started sulking, you were quite sure, and dismissed the question as one of his passing whims.
The second time he posed the question, he was a babbling, slurring mess of alcohol and hiccups.
"Can't weβhic!β" His face was flushed, and he was pitifully wobbling on his feet. "βjust get marriedβhic!βalready?"
This time you scoffed, partly out of disdain, crossing your arms in front of you. Satoru seemed to pick up on your unfavorable reaction and attempted to convince you. "I'm beingβ"
"No," you sternly interrupted, supporting him as he struggled to stay on his feet. You shot an unapologetic look at the other patrons in the bar who were watching you both with disapproving frowns. "Satoru, we're going home."
"I'mβhic!βasking you to marry me!"
"I said no."
"Why?!"
You sighed. "You're dead drunk."
"What willβhicβmake you say yes?"
You let out another sigh. It already took a great deal of patience to deal with his immaturity as his girlfriend, and you could only imagine how much more challenging it would be as his wife.
"I'm so heartbroken," he whined, crocodile tears pooling in his eyes as he peered at you like a kicked puppy. "I got rejected twice already... How could you reject me twice?"
You rolled your eyes at his theatrics.
"Marry me."
The third time around, he was neither bringing it up on a whim or drunk, also he wasn't quite askingβhis tone was almost pleading.
And you just woke up from your comatose state after a mission gone wrong, still in your bloodied uniform, eyes barely adjusting to the bright room.
Satoru let out a grunt, clasping your fingers in his warm, reassuring grip. It was evident how deeply distressed he was from the furrowed brow and the quiver in his lips as he looked down at you, as well as the gentle way he was stroking your hair.
At this moment, you wanted to cry. The fact that he was so genuinely concerned for you filled you with warmth and emotion.
. . .
He saw it happen right before himβthe crimson blood flowing out of your wound like waterfall. He had screamed at you to breathe and not let go of his hand. The moment he felt your head loll back in his arms and you lost your grip on him, he could swear his own heart had stopped too.
He had never been more grateful that youβhis best friend, love of his life, the only one he had leftβawoke from that horrifying ordeal. Seeing you stained red by your own blood had undoubtedly distorted his point of view, but his desire to marry you, as what he had been suggesting as of late, clearly was not just a mere passing thought.
Because he is acutely aware of how cruel this world is. This damned world has always taken everything that's important to him, and before they can snatch you away too, he will claim you as his first.
"Marry me," he repeated, his voice now sounding more hoarse, not as confident as it had been the first time.
As you gazed into his beautiful eyes, it occurred to your hazy mind that you very nearly died. That you were that close to not seeing him ever again. You had been apprehensive with how he had phrased his proposals so far, and you didn't want your marriage to be a split-second decision forced by some sort of looming omen.
And yet, falling in love with Gojo Satoru had never been the easiest, but you did anyway. He still held onto your hand, patiently awaiting your responseβ
βbut suddenly, like a sharp whiplash effect, what shocked you was that who you saw then wasn't your boyfriend.
But rather, the man with the mantle of the strongest sorcerer alive.
You could lose him just as much as he could lose you. Sooner or later, who knows? His title is both a blessing and a curse. Up until now, it has been a blessing, but who can say when it might suddenly turn into a curse that tears him away from you?
. . .
This time, you didn't snort or doubt his intention. Instead, you smiled, embracing the profound flutter in your chest as you were being proposed.
"Okay," you whispered, voice dry. "Yes⦠I'll marry you, Satoru."
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tw: pregnancy. just a little something based on ask~ gojo annoys you on daily basis, so now you return the favor and he can't refuse it bc you're his baby mamaπ
a part of gojo's love entries
βsatoruβ your baby is hungry,β you pouted, poking his cheek repeatedly. βsa-to-ru!!β
it was 3 in the morning, and ideally, you would have been sleeping... only that suddenly you were awoken by rumbles from your growing belly.
yet your husband was still sound asleep without any care in the world, prompting you to poke him until you succeeded in making him hear you out.
satoru begrudgingly cracked his eyes open, still having his face tucked under the blanket and yawning. βngh, sweetsβ¦ what is it?β
his sleepy voice was thick, low and raspy. usually youβd swoon and leave a hickey or two on his neck but not now, as the overwhelming hunger made you almost curl.
βbaby is craving mochi,β you said, eyes shining up to him ever so innocently. βget it for me, satoruuu.β
βoh?β if he wasnβt awake before, now he was after hearing your nagging tone drawling his name. he faced you and drew you closer. βwhat do you want again, hmm?β
βice cream mochi!!β
βoooh that.β satoru scratched his head at the memory of him eating the last of it yesterday. βbut we ran out of them, sweetheartβ¦ wait till morning, yeah? iβll go to market to get some.β
βbut...β
βcanβt baby wait a few more hours, hmm?β
βno! want itβ now!β
satoru blinked at your insistence. you looked positively adorable while sulking at him too.
βwhy mochi all of sudden, huh?β he decided to humor you. βyou used to say they taste bland.β
βthatβs because of your sperm infecting me,β you sullenly accused. βand donβt pretend you havenβt been feeding me mochi for weeks. baby likes it more than i thought.β
βhey! donβt bash my sperm! they did no wrong and completed the deed splendidly!β
βyouβre just a one-time donor, donβt be smug.β
he whined and you huffed, before suddenly your stomach grumbled loudly and you curled up. βmmhm.β
βheyβ¦ whatβs wrong?β satoru quickly sat up and placed his hand on your baby bump. βreally hungry? wait, iβll get you something to nibble on first.β
he rummaged through his work uniform and found several bite-sized chocolate bars he brought around, and unwrapped the foil. βhere.β
you immediately devoured the treat to sate your hunger, but still, your baby longed for moreβ
βmochiβ¦β you mumbled despondently, your expression turning heartbroken. and one second later satoru realized how much he wanted to squeeze your cheeks, and relented.
βokay, okay, sweets~β he gave your head several comforting pats, making you look up. βiβll go and get the mochi, yeah? you stay put and wait for me, 'kay?β
βyay.β a little smile bloomed in your face and satoru chuckled, finding you so unbearably endearing.
and so, for you, he ventured out to the closest 24-hour convenience store, picking up some ice cream mochi along with other treats to replenish your stock, before teleporting back home.
he was expecting that you'd still be all sulky while waiting for him, but instead, he found you peacefully asleep, hogging his pillow.
each breath that caused your chest to rise and fall made you appear all the more vulnerable and soft in his eyes.
you looked so irrevocably precious to him. his sweet little wife... in that moment, satoru felt like he was the luckiest man alive, getting to have you as his.
βyou naughty girl.β he let out an amused laugh before reclaiming his spot next to you. the hold you had over himβ you made him go through the cold night air, and now you were monopolizing his pillow and he had to resume sleeping without one at all.
and yet all he could feel was love. for you and your baby, as he pulled you close to his chest.
βboth of you sure love teaming up against me, huh?β
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a little drabble based on this outrageous ask :)) and half-inspired by some lines from the broken ring: this marriage will fail anywayβthat's my new roman empire everyone eheπ₯Ή and who can resist domestic husband!gojo?π
a part of gojo's love entries
βyouβre cheating on me.β
morning breakfast. satoru stopped chewing his toast at your wild accusation, his baby blue eyes blinking rapidly as he processed your words before turning to you and bursting outβ
βhuh?!β
βlast night,β you charged, eyes narrowing in distaste. βi canβt believe you.β
βwhaaa?β he tensed up, racking his brain for any indicators that he might have wronged you in any way, until he came across an irrefutable truthβ
βwait no, last night, you almost made me lose it in my pants!β even satoruβs face reddened slightly while recounting your nightly tales. βbefore i busted it inside you. how is it possible that iβm committing adultery?!β
you huffed, looking away from him righteously. βin my last nightβs dream, you did.β
. . .
βeh...β satoru blinked again, fully absorbing your words, before stupidly smiling. βwhat? you dream about me?β
you scowled, picking at your omelette. βyes. about you running away with five bimbos, banging them in a cottage in the middle of the woods, and leaving me here waiting for you like an idiot.β
he burst into uproarious laughter, so loud and crisp it made him wheeze. βwhat? seriously? youβ ahahahaha!β
you threw him an unamused look, mildly irked.
βhey, wifey,β satoru nudged you, his grin stretching wide in sheer delight. βno one else can make my body react the way it does around you, you know~β
ββ¦β
βthis here,β your husband then shamelessly gestured towards his crotch. ββis broken already. my happy friend here canβt get up anymore if itβs not you.β
ββ¦β
βi mean it! youβre the only one who can give me an erection!β
you whipped your head around him, scandalized. βew! satoru, youβ!β
βwell, thatβs the fact! nothing too embarrassingβ weβre married!β he shrugged as you bulged a vein. βbesides, shouldnβt you be proud? you've truly got me wrapped around your pinky~β
seeing how you were cutely pouting throughout breakfast, still all giggly, satoru led you back to bedroom to cuddle you.
βthere, there, sweets... happy now?β satoru pulled you closer and pat your back, his body still slightly shaking with suppressed laughter.
βhmph.β you put your hands around his torso with pursed lips, squeezing him in return.
βlook at this, itβs only when sheβs spooked that the wife shows me any affection,β satoru exclaimed with a dramatic sigh. βso, what else did the dream version of me do to you, huh?β
βyou bend each bimbo on every surface, lied to me that youβre on a long mission,β you huffed, grimacing as you recalled your dream vision. βyouβre the worst.β
satoru still had that dopey grin on this face, and right this second, he thought you were the absolute cutest, because how could you think that he is capable of looking at anyone else the way he looks at you?
you have his heart, body and soul already. hasn't he told you that?
βis that so, poor you,β he retorted with mock sympathy. βbut since youβre so worried...β
and suddenly, he rose from the bed with his arm around your back and another under your knees, cradling you in a princess carry. and with the smuggest smirk he whisperedβ
β...well, i have to make it up somehow. how about i bend you on your vanity desk now, hmm?β
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ΰΏ ΰΏ π°οΈ γ 10:00 A.M γ
SUMMERRR @ohimsummer youβre so responsible for this infinitely adorable idea omgπ€§ based on this ask & this video !
a part of gojo's love entries
βpapa. come on. pa-pa~ say it after me!β
sunday morning. the first sight you saw after getting up was another shenanigan staged by your husbandβ
in the form of him shoving your humongous wedding photo in front of your one-year old boyβs face.
βthis is pa-pa~β satoruβs singsong voice echoed through the baby room, full of enthusiasm, pointing at his face in the photo. βpa-pa~ easy right? nowβ¦β
your baby merely blinked though, chewing his pacifier in pure ignorance. his eyesβa pair blue marblesβglancing between his desperate papa and the wedding picture with little interest.
βhmph,β satoru clicked his tongue, and then he pointed at your beaming figure in the photo, voice visibly flat. βthis isβ¦ mother.β
you quirked an eyebrow, totally snorting.
but he succeeded in grabbing your babyβs attention this time, as his crystal blue eyes widened a bit in wonder, staring at you in the picture.
βmother is pa-paβs wife. she makes your food, nice on some days, but be careful! she can put a ban on our supply of mochi if she is in a bad mood!β
βoh, do i?β you walked over to him with a bark of a laugh, crossing your arms.
satoru made an exaggerated spooked look, mouth curving into an βOβ. βuh-oh, mama dragon is here.β
βlook, you big bully. why are you bothering our baby first thing in the morning?β
βiβm not bullying him! itβs education! he has to see that his papa is the gallant sorcererββ
ββma!β
. . .
silence. both of you stiffly turned towards your little munchkin when you heard that little, feeble sound.
your baby and his clear, watery eyes made a grabby motions towards you from his bouncer chair, lips wobbling with effort. βmaβma!β
...another silence before you snappedβ
βmy baby!!β you squealed, immediately plucking him, giving and smothering him with the tightest hug and kisses, whereas satoruβs jaw dropped to the depths of soil behind you. βkyaaaa~! i love you soooo much!β
βh-howβ!β
βi definitely didnβt go through the pain of giving birth to you so you can call your deadbeat papa first!β
ββ?! hey! iβm fully responsible for child support!β
and so you left him in his sorrows, walking out while cooing at your bundle of joy, leaving trails of your baby sonβs happy giggles along the way as your defeated husband, who felt so betrayed, sulked in the background.
epilogue
βcome onβ¦ just once, please? say papa.β
this time, satoru has his baby son open a book beside him, as he points at the father figure in that storybook, still urging his mini-him to call him.
but contrary to his expectations, his little boy just aggressively turned the pages over, only seemingly interested in seeing the illustrations on each page.
βpapa. come on, buddy, hmm?β he prodded his chubby arms and tickled his tummy, and once again, his prickly baby retorted withβ
βma! ma!β
satoru sighed in defeat, but this time he relented, as the way his son was all energetic while calling you somehow wormed its way to his heart too.
he was still babbling incoherently, and yet this time satoru only pinched his cheeks together. βyou sure adore your mama, huh?β
βmwa!β
βyeah, me too, kiddo. me too.β
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