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droopywrites · 2 months

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pros and cons

summary: the good, the bad, the ugly, perfectly curated into a pros and cons list

♡: reupload (but better now), some nsfw content is listed; MDNI, includes all characters with indications of a female reader!

black leg sanji

pros:

constantly wants to color coordinate your outfits together

let’s you pick meals at minimum once a week

very good kisser (he practiced with his pillow a lot before your first date)

he wants you to walk him like a dog

sanji never lets you forget how much you mean to him

always remembers important dates, birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

remembers the little things and notices your absence (will often go to try and find you)

adapts to whatever love language you respond to

cons:

the nicotine smell embeds into your sheets and clothes and is a pain in the ass to get out

yells for any minor inconvenience

occasionally too handsy

always finishes before you

major jealousy issues

is constantly horny

says he’s fine but he’s dying inside

doesn’t understand the concept of alone time and takes it personally if you ask to be by yourself

roronoa zoro

pros:

the best napping partner

protective

is a softie but only with you

very emotionally intelligent

gym trainer boyfriend

let’s you take the relationship at your own pace because he can’t be bothered

loves to mark you and give you hickies

always makes sure you finish first

cons:

stinky (bro smells like sweat and steel)

does not have a single romantic bone in his body; you’ll literally have to teach him how to be a boyfriend

is extremely blunt

snores super loud

might fall asleep while you’re talking

you can no longer be friends with sanji

doesn’t ask you to date him, just assumes you are together

gets upset when you can’t keep up with his drinking

monkey d luffy

pros:

the best hugger

extremely loyal to you

hides midnight snacks for both of you

lets you sit on the ship’s figurehead with him

king of silly sentimental gifts (hand-picked flower, cool rock, pretty seashell, that sort of thing)

always makes sure you’re included in conversations

shares his favorite foods with you

can always make you feel better

cons:

doesn’t know how to be quiet or whisper

never lets you win arguments

throws himself at you with no regard to his strength

no concept of personal space

rubs his boogers on you

accidentally makes fun of the noises you make during sex

will steal blankets from you while you’re asleep

points out your pimples or zits

usopp

pros:

always finds a way to make you laugh

grows flowers for you

comforts you if you’re insecure

handmade gifts!!!!!!

brags about you to everyone

loves to show you off and tell stories about your adventures together

names special attacks after you

always lets you in on the pranks he pulls

cons:

is insecure

would sacrifice you to an enemy to protect himself

shows you bugs even if you’re afraid of them

incredibly awkward with all your firsts

clammy hands

make jokes during arguments (it makes you madder and the cycle continues)

never tops

sometimes pranks you too

cyborg franky

pros:

is always telling you how hot you are

can literally build/make you anything you desire

romantic (can be corny sometimes though)

so flirty with you

human refrigerator; occasionally lets you store things in there

introduces you like this: “and this is my super smokin’ hot girlfriend, OW” to anyone who will listen

protects you during fights

king of reassurance

cons:

messy

never wears pants

slaps your ass too hard since he’s half metal

dad jokes 24/7

you can’t compliment him without him doing a montage of poses

difficult to cuddle with (again he’s made of parts)

always busy fixing something on the ship

is constantly asking you if he can make you a cyborg too

nami

pros:

lets you take a few of her tangerines

immune to her reprimanding when something bad happens (most times)

extremely thoughtful gift giver

shares her money with you

cares deeply about you (don’t point it out though because then she’ll stop)

is always telling you how pretty you are

very good in bed

is more lenient with your allowance

cons:

pawns gifts you get her

bad communicator

critiques everything about you

can and will distance herself from you

charges you if you piss her off

talks about vivi way too much for having a whole other girlfriend

doesn’t apologize after fights even if she caused them

bullies you (with love)

nico robin

pros:

leaves you notes in books to find later

the voice of reason in your relationship

notices and compliments you on every little change you make (haircuts, style change, etc.)

extremely good listener

literally a human search engine; so smart you can ask her almost any question and she knows the answer

passionate lover; treats you like a god in bed

soft lips

spoils you in every way that she can

cons:

can make you feel dumb with her endless knowledge

will never say ‘i love you’ first

always tops (a possible pro depending on your preferences tbh)

has nightmares almost every night ):

closed off in the beginning of your relationship

franky hits on her (and you) all the time

rather be reading than with you

takes your relationship extremely slow

portgas d ace

pros:

can heat food up for you at any time day or night

loves pda

plans fun dates

probably says ‘i love you’ a million times a day

into body worship (both ways)

kills bugs for you

walk him like a dog, sis !

never says no to you

cons:

sweaty and greasy in the summer

farts and gives you a dutch oven

doesn’t take anything seriously

adhd moments

mommy AND daddy issues

likes to lay on top of you even though he’s huge and basically crushes you

talks with his mouth full

is loud in bed (because he enjoys it so much) and everyone can hear when you two have sex

sabo

pros:

another body worshipper

dragon claw fist. need i say more?

the best secret keeper

praises you

would actually bow down to you

very respectful, asked you to kiss on your first date

awkward but sensual lover

a loyal puppy

cons:

loves being right

sore winner & loser

cocky ass mf

talks about luffy and ace 24/7

never on time

bad temper

might catch on fire if he’s mad

loves to tease you (again, could be a pro depending on your preferences)

shanks

pros:

buys you anything you could ever want

good kisser

always showing you off

treats you like a queen

calls you his wife

very affectionate in public

another worshipper; does that thing where his kisses lead up from your hand to your shoulder

when he gets drunk and you try to kiss him, he pushes you away and says “get off me, i have a wife”

cons:

gets you riled up during the day

teases you all the time

can be unreliable

bad at flirting

drunk all the time

still makes jokes about his arm even though it’s been YEARS

lingering alcohol smell

pervert

trafalgar law

pros:

rarely cooks but always does for you when you’re sick

smells amazing all of the time

lets you do this eyeliner in the morning (based off this fanart)

is a victim of the ‘she fell first, he fell harder’ trope

gives you sound solutions to your problems

literally becomes addicted to you and can’t live without you

flusters easily, very shy

would shave his facial hair if you asked him to (please tell him to shave off that godforsaken beard)

cons:

very blunt

never talks about his feelings

grammar police

a virgin; he doesn’t know what to do but fakes confidence like he does (it makes your first time a bit awkward but just talk him through it, babe)

humbles you without meaning to

over explains if you broach a subject he likes

sassy

just stares at you when you try to flirt with him

eustass kid

pros:

scary boyfriend privilege

an absolute beast in bed

insanely good kisser

raspy morning voice

you get to use his boobies as a pillow

is very smart but kinda dumb

eats pussy like a starved man

will always save you some food (it’s how he shows he cares)

cons:

dramatic

hangs out with killer more than you

will put the milk carton back in the fridge even if it’s empty

you can never be mad at him or make him mad because he’s the biggest asshole ever

ignores you if you’re fighting

zones out while you’re talking

if you send him a long, thoughtful text, he’ll respond back with ‘k’

what’s his is his and what’s yours is his

donquixote rosinante

pros:

walk. him. like. a. dog.

possessive over you, especially around his brother

would protect you with his last dying breath

absolute romantic

probably writes you poems

gentle giant, is so careful and soft with you

amazing cook despite accidentally setting himself on fire

has the patience of a god, once again, because of his brother

cons:

clumsy

you have to keep a fire extinguisher with you at all times

you can’t get the smoke smell out of his clothes

he’s so tall you can’t kiss normally, he has to pick you up

whiny

silent treatment

covers up his farts with his devil fruit and you don’t realize it until it stinks

has really bad resting bitch face (literally goes from :| to :) in .03 seconds)

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#Some of them need to be GONE #One piece rot lately

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droopywrites · 4 months

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FATHERHOOD + ITADORI YUUJI

how yuuji would behave as a father

info: my obsession with him came back ♡ he has a baby girl because i said so; not proofread

no one can say this man would be a bad father. in fact, he would definitely end up being one of the best fathers that his daughter could ever have.

in the beginning, he had no idea what he was doing. he was afraid of holding his little bundle of joy in his arms; she was so small and delicate against his roughed and scarred hands. but it didn't stop him from trying his best. he choose to always help out with the cleaning, feeding, playing, even sleeping next to her – he knew that with his job, moments like that were so precious; in the first few months, he would be the definition of an helicopter dad.

as the little girl grew up, he would adore to let her do his hair, makeup, even dress him up. but his favorite thing is when she asked him to make her fly around – the laughter that left her mouth as he lift her up was something that burned inside his memory. when he took her to the dsycare for the first time and she started to cry, he tried his best to hold back tears (and he almost couldn't tell her to go inside).

not only he would give her all the love and support he can give, he would be more than happy to spoil his little princess too. she would have all the clothes she wanted, all the dolls and games, anything she asked for. the only moment he told her no, was when she asked if she could have a boyfriend – "not right now... or never".

the roughest thing for him would be to see her growing up. imagining that his little girl would eventually become a woman broke his heart and it would take a while to happen. during moments he thought about it, he would run to hug her and say how much he loves her, forever and ever.

(there isn't a better dad than itadori yuuji and you can't say i'm wrong.)

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droopywrites · 4 months

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CUTIE ! — JJK MEN & THEIR PARTNER WHO WEARS CUTE SOCKS

featuring. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, todo aoi x reader

warnings. none :)

note. i was wearing this really cute pair of socks with very cute frog motives and just got this idea out of nowhere, i kept asking myself how jjk men would react with having a partner who likes to wear cute socks. also for requests, i'm working on them! so they will be coming out one by one anytime soon <33 (and i've been having a todo brainrot lately, we need more fics of him :(( )

ITADORI YUUJI. i feel like yuuji fanboys when he sees you in your cute socks, he clutches onto his chest and just thinks about how he got such a cute partner. and i feel like yuuji will buy you socks when he's out, for a mission, for a hangout, on a date with you. there will at least be one pair of socks that he takes home with him.

yuuji thinks about you so much sometimes he remembers what socks you have and don't have — and every time he sees one that you don't have for sale, he wastes no time in buying them for you.

"baby, look!"

you look at him dangling two matching pom pom purin socks, "you got that for me? oh my gosh, i've been wanting to buy them for some time now! how did you get them?"

"i saw these while i was walking back and immediately thought of you, so i bought it for you!"

yuuji just loves watching you wear cute socks, especially the one he buys for you. he won't stop in buying them for you in the future.

fun fact: he got you a box of sanrio matching socks so the two of you could match.

GOJO SATORU. absolutely. loves. your. collection. he treats them like his own, would gush over how cute they are on you and would try to look for more. gojo is totally that person who sees you wearing them and immediately tries to find the same motive with his size so he could match you.

he wants to match with his partner.

he is so that "matching outfits" type of boyfriend, loves it when you ask him to accompany you to buy more socks. i feel like he would literally drop whatever he's doing even if it's important (unless it's a mission) and just teleports over to you.

"okay, let's go shopping."

"aren't you in a meeting?"

"no, they cancelled." obvious lie, he just didn't want to be left out — he has to be in on it when you get your socks. and if you come home from somewhere with a pair, he'd literally break down.

"you.. how could you do this to me y/n? i trusted you!"

"satoru, i just bought socks! what do you mean?"

"exactly. fake people everywhere i go." big baby. gojo just wants to be there when you buy your socks. period. no more debates.

TODO AOI. have you seen his necklace? it's a picture of his idol and yuuji. but ever since he settled down for you — he changed his idol's picture to a picture of you smiling brightly. he's so in love with you it's cute.

and todo, the first time he finds out you have a cute socks collection was when you invited him over for the very first time into your apartment. and you were wearing these really cute dinosaur printed ones that managed to attract his attention.

and when he asks you about it, you told him you had more.

so now socks are just a daily gift for you, todo would go on missions and come back with at least two pairs. he's out there obliterating curses and comes back with the cutest gift for you (apparently according to his friends, he strolls around after the mission trying to find a shop or two and if he doesn't find it, he buys you something else). what a cutie.

"look, i saw these when i was fighting a curse. so i came back to the shop when my mission was done."

"...you scare me sometimes," you tell him with a nervous smile as he looks at you, arching a brow in confusion, "you're hurt and you still managed to look at cute socks in a fight?"

"anything for you, darling!"

#AAAAAHHH <3!#this feels so catered to me i also collect cute socks #jjk x reader #not my work

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droopywrites · 4 months

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Since episode 42 came out. Choso and Yuki are within meeting range, which reminds me.

Where are the ChosoYuki x reader stuff on here? I NEED to be in between them I swear.

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droopywrites · 4 months

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i wanna brag about it (i wanna tie the knot) ; choso.

pairing choso x f!reader word count 2.6k synopsis overworked, stressed, and in need of relief, choso comes home to the sight of you looking all pretty and sweet. it's been a long time coming, and tonight is the night where choso finally gives in to his deepest desire: fucking a baby into you. content contains babysitter!au (babysitter!reader), ceo!choso, half-brothers!choso & yuuji, toddler!yuuji, implied age gap, breeding kink, obsessive + possessive!choso, housewife kink, misogynistic ideals, wet n messy, size kink, belly bulge, bro is literally so in love with you and dreams abt starting a family with you

Choso could use a drink right about now.

He’s rummaging through his fridge, more than happy to grab one of the many bottles in the back (he doesn’t want Yuuji accidentally grabbing one by accident — not that it would happen, thanks to your supervision), but he startles away from the fridge when a voice fills the silence of the kitchen.

“Late night?” You tease, giving him that sweet smile of yours that has the stresses from today lifting from his body, easing the weight on his otherwise tense shoulders.

Fuck.

Proof that today was a major shitshow is evident in the fact that Choso has forgotten all about you. Staring at your body clad in nothing more than one of those skimpy cropped-cami-and-boyshorts matching sets you always favor, he finds it hard to believe that he could ever forget about you. The refrigerator light bathes you, envelopes you, casts a warm glow on your soft skin and makes it look like you’re an angel radiating some bright aura. A subtle glance at your entire body allows him a glimpse of two, tiny peaks poking through the thin material of your top. You like keeping the house cold. He swallows hard, finding the willpower to focus on your face.

Not like staring at your face is enough to stop his cock from twitching in his work trousers. In fact, he probably gets even harder looking at you, especially when he can tell you’ve probably just finished your very sacred and meticulous nighttime skincare routine, your face glowing. Seeing you all clean and fresh, savoring the domesticity of you washing your face in the same bathroom he brushes his teeth in, salivating over the way you look standing in his kitchen (it could be yours, too, if you would let him give you everything he wants to) wearing nothing but your pajamas — it all makes his hindbrain want to take over. He’s spent the last fourteen hours stuffed in a boardroom or his office, and your simple existence is enough to soothe his soul and send him spiraling, all at the same time.

Choso could really, really use a drink right about now.

“Sorry, I meant to call to tell you—”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile at him goodnaturedly, like you’re not still in college with much better things to do on a Friday night than wait for him to come home.

He should be thankful that you’re so sweet to him, but just the idea that you did have plans tonight makes a hot coil of jealousy tighten in his stomach.

Choso knows that he shouldn’t be feeling this way; he shouldn’t even notice you as much as he does. It starts out with the little things, first, like making sure his assistant gets your favorite snacks restocked during his usual weekly grocery delivery. He asks you about your schoolwork, and then finds himself filing away people he knows in your major’s industry. It’s good to have connections, he tells you, giving you the number to a good business acquaintance of his who’s looking for an intern in the near future. And of course, he’s hyper aware of the fact that you are a very beautiful girl. Unfairly so, with the curve of your lips and the slope of your nose; every time he sees you, he plays a game with himself. Tries to notice something new about you, a beauty mark, a new haircut. If he had the time, he’d probably try to get an exact count of your eyelashes.

And now, he’s noticing too much of you. The way the fabric of your tiny matching set seems to accentuate every aspect of your body. How he can smell the sweet scent of your body wash and lotion. The way you’re staring at him, so innocently, completely unaware of the lewd thoughts that run rampant in his mind every time you have him cornered like this.

Some nights, it’s almost too much to bear.

It’s been a tough day, though. Week. Month. Endless meetings, negotiations that never result in any firm solutions, just more addendums to contracts. He hasn’t seen much of anything besides his office and the boardroom; what’s the point of having an office with a skyline view if he’s too busy staring at spreadsheets and emails to even enjoy it?

Tonight, Choso realizes, is the night where he snaps.

He says your name in such a low register, you almost don’t pick up on it. You’re in the middle of telling him a cute story about what Yuuji did during recess with his pre-k class, but you pause.

Maybe it’s all in your head, but it feels like something in the air has shifted. The way your tummy’s butterflies seem to be in overdrive is only proof of this.

You’re used to the perpetual tension between you and Choso. Filthy rich, successful, always in a nice, tailored suit — looking purely on the outside, who wouldn’t want to get fucked by him? The more time you spend with him, the more time you fill the role of mother over just babysitter for little Yuuji, which gives way to deeper observation of Choso. He works incredibly long hours, but still has time to stay updated on all of Yuuji’s comings and goings, accomplishments and awards. He doesn’t have to; it’s not like he’s obligated. After all, Yuuji is his half-brother, a byproduct of his father’s mistress. He didn’t have to take him in, love him with his entire being, but he does, and this makes you fall for him only more.

Then, there’s the fact of how he makes you feel. Every time his hands will brush gently against yours, innocently and so quickly, you swear you’re being electrified. The way he says your name, the way he tells you anything, in that low voice of his is enough to get you squeezing your thighs together. But most of all, it’s the way he looks at you. At first, you thought it was because of your crush, but the longer you work for him, the more you realize that Choso will occasionally stare at you when he thinks you won’t notice.

But how could you not? How could you not detect the feel of his dark eyes scanning your figure, taking in your features? How could you not detect the way his eyes will darken over in lust when he watches you lick sweet cream off your fingers from an explosive can of whipped cream? How could you not catch the barest trace of a smile as he watches you interact with Yuuji at a park, willing to get your hands dirty to appease the toddler while Choso watches over the two of you from his seat on the bench?

How could you not fall deeper and deeper into his spell when the threads of lust continue to spool, tightening over your body, practically choking you with desire.

You don’t even realize how big Choso is until he’s standing so close to you, towering over you. So much bigger than you to the point where if you look straight ahead, all you can see is the rise and fall of his chest through his white button down (the one you ironed for him this morning).

His hands curl into fists, like he’s restraining himself. “Tell me now,” he breathes out, words coming out tight, like speaking to you civilly is proving to be a strenuous task for him. “Tell me that I shouldn’t fuck you tonight. That I can’t.”

Is he joking, or are you dreaming? You’re hyper aware of your breathing now, of the way you reflexively lick your lips, of the way your nipples are pressed taut against the thin, cotton fabric of your cami. You’re also way too aware of him, with the lustful expression in his eyes that give way to something more, as if this request of his means something more. Most men his age and in his powerful position have a wife or a girlfriend by now. As long as you’ve known him, Choso hasn’t been with anybody.

The stress, the agitation, that annoying, persistent feeling of constantly being pent up — all of it has been building up inside of him. Whoever is going to be on the receiving end of it will be lucky if they’re able to walk the morning after.

“But you can.” You say softly, almost scared that this is some elaborate trick, a means to see if his brother’s babysitter is to be trusted. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

There’s something animalistic in the way he takes you. When he kisses you, it’s hungry. Open-mouthed. Sloppy. It would be invasive if you weren’t so eager to let him, to allow his tongue to hit the roof of your mouth, to swap saliva in the messiest manner possible.

But there’s something gentle there, too. The way his hands cup your face, or travel to rest on your waist. He’s sweet, taking his time to help you slip out of your pajamas, and sweeter still — he lets out an appreciative hum as he takes in the sight of you bare, naked in the kitchen. Fuck a drink, Choso thinks as he takes in your nude body. You’re the only stress relief he needs.

He whispers the nastiest things to you as he gets you to sit on the kitchen island. He asks you to please spread your legs so he can see that pretty pussy of yours, and when you comply, he takes in a sharp breath before running a single, cold finger against your wet folds. He makes a crude, appreciative comment, asking you are you really this wet, baby? All of this because of me? For me?

You can’t answer him, of course. Talking is hard when he’s using two fingers to fuck you open, get you ready to take his cock. He’s knuckles deep, and when he curls his fingers right there, the only thing you’re capable of saying is a squeal of his name. Your juices are pooling into a puddle on the counter, the same counter where you served him breakfast so many hours ago.

He loves watching you. Choso could watch you every second for the rest of his life and still never get his fill of you. He only catches you during particularly chaste moments, moments where you’re humming in the kitchen or playing with Yuuji. He loves those scenes; it feeds the archaic, masculine ego inside of him that tells him he needs to make life easier for you. That you shouldn’t have to worry about school or work, about money or other frivolous things he has an abundance of. He wants to take care of you.

Seeing the way you lose control of yourself from the work of his own hand has him getting unbearably hard in his work slacks. He loves watching you, and he knows he’s going to love watching you get all depraved and drunk on his cock.

When Choso first tries to ease just the tip in, you have to curl your fingers over the edge of the counter, trying to steel yourself. With how wet and willing you are, it should be an easy enough task, but it’s made difficult by the fact that he’s just too thick.

Tip red and angry, leaking with pre, wide — just the sight of Choso’s cock is enough to get you even wetter, more pliant for him, but even the first stretch still has you hissing.

“S’okay, baby.” He groans, one hand on your waist, trying to steady you, keep you still so he can keep on pushing himself deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You certainly don’t feel like you’re doing much of anything. It’s hard, when you can’t stop your walls from clamping down on his cock, making it harder for him to move or even think. When he fully enters you, your mind is already too dizzy with pleasure to think straight. You think he says something, but you’re not sure what, and you try to focus on his words, you really do, but then he starts thrusting, and you think it’s powerful enough to tilt the axis of the earth.

Oh, so this is what sex is supposed to feel like. He redefines everything you thought you knew about it. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, the way the slickness and heat of your pussy seems to keep motivating him to go harder, the way if you look down, you can spot a tiny bulge every time he hits as deep as he can go — all of this combined marks the height of pleasure for you.

“You’re so perfect.” He grunts out, relishing in the way you tighten up at his words. Your eyes are a bit glazed, almost like you’re struggling to focus on what’s in front of you. He doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, there’s pride settling inside his gut as he realizes that he’s the one fucking all the sense out of you. “Let’s do this every night, baby. Do you like the sound of that? Of being my stress relief?”

He knows that you’re too far gone, too deep in the haze of pleasure, to process his words, to answer him.

“I wanna fuck you forever, baby. Make you my pretty, little wife and have you waitin’ at home for me. How does that sound?”

He assumes when your pussy tightens up that that’s a yes.

His hand finds your own, and he interlinks your fingers together. He might be fucking you all messy on the kitchen counter, but he still holds an overwhelming amount of affection for you. Of course he would want to hold your hand.

He traces your ring finger, feels the familiar sensation of his release building up. So close, he thinks to himself. He’s so close to getting everything he wants.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right. In. Your. Fucking. Pussy.” Each word is emphasized with a particularly hard thrust, and this — him saying that — is what your sex-addled mind registers. You’re vaguely aware that this could be a bad idea, but you’re too addicted to chasing after your high that you don’t put a stop to it. “Gonna give you a baby.”

“Please.” You moan out, the word coming out ragged and strained. Speaking is difficult, so so difficult. He’s happy to hear your beautiful voice, nonetheless.

“Atta girl. I knew you would understand.”

As if confirming to him that the two of you are meant to be, you both cum at the same time. You feel weightless and drowsy, too out of it to even process how sloppy and wet the mess in between your legs is right now. If Choso pulls out, his cum and your juices would make the counter even more slippery.

But Choso doesn’t pull out. His cock stays nestled in your wet heat, and he admires your fucked out form. You look a bit different from the fresh and clean girl who greeted him when he came home, but that’s okay. He loves you for you, every iteration you have to offer. He’ll carry you to the bedroom, where he can fuck you nicely, sweetly. Maybe he’ll try his hardest to not go too hard when he has you in a mating press. And after getting his fill of you, after the stresses of work disappear from his mind completely, then he’ll take you to the bathroom and get you all nice and clean.

He’ll even be a gentleman, showcase what a great husband he’ll be, by letting you sleep in while he cooks the family breakfast.

#All self respect just left my body for this man but he respects me more so #NGHHH GODDDS #I need him #Dear lord #pls #oh please let me get what I want #choso #CHOSO YOU ARE EVEYRTHING I WANT PLS IM A GOOD OLDER SISTER #My sis wants Yuji we can like find a way or something is that even allowed #choso x reader #choso smut #not enough smut on this blog im so ashamed but also shy ajfnrkekdm

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droopywrites · 5 months

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Feeling a lot

a daughter | gojo satoru

summary: after the birth of his daughter, gojo has a quiet moment with her, but it is quickly interrupted by the arrival of his son, eager to meet his new baby sister.

tags: fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, children

note: this is a repost because I accidentally deleted my previous blog+an additional paragraph.

As the first rays of sunrise filtered through the curtains, Satoru released a heavy sigh. A deep sense of serenity settled over him as he sat in the private hospital room. The atmosphere was peaceful, filled only with the soft breaths of his wife. His gaze remained fixed on her tired form—hair tousled, dark circles underneath her eyes, and visible lines of fatigue filled her face, yet she never seemed more beautiful in his eyes. Leaning in, he planted a gentle kiss on her head, whispering, "My brave girl."

The night before turned into total chaos when her water broke unexpectedly a full week ahead of her due date. In a hurry, they made their way to the hospital, and he stood by her side the whole time. His girl went through hours of pain, whining and wailing as he held her hand through every twist and turn. Finally, after a lot of tears and sweat, their child—his precious baby girl—came into the world, screaming and kicking.

Satoru swore he had never heard a cry this loud in all his life, yet it brought him a wave of relief along with a few shed tears, "She's here, she's here, my love," he kept repeating, showering his wife's sweaty forehead with kisses. Seconds later, the nurse gently placed the baby in his arms—still bloodied and squirming. In that moment, cradling her in his trembling embrace, the world stood still, as if nothing mattered except the precious soul in his arms...

A cooing sound interrupted Satoru's thoughts. He smiled, gently placing a kiss on his wife's hand, and made his way to the crib where his daughter slept. As he approached, he found her stirring, moving her tiny hands. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her gently, and began to bounce her, "Hush, sweet girl, Papa is here," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her head.

Satoru marveled at how he could sire something so pure, so perfect. His heart melted as he kissed her tiny nose, feeling an overwhelming sensation of love and protectiveness. She was his precious little girl—half of him and half of his love.

He kept admiring her, counting her plumb tiny toes and fingers. She was a fat baby, bigger than even his son had been, yet she fit perfectly in his embrace. His eyes traced every detail of her face—chubby cheeks, head full of snow-white tufts of hair just like his, yet she was all her mother; from the shape of her face, her lips to her tiny nose, she carried his wife's beauty, "You are so beautiful, my precious girl," he whispered, kissing her head.

As he kept admiring her, his son burst suddenly into the room, shouting, "Mama!"

Satoru lifted his head and placed a finger on his mouth, signaling for silence. Suguro immediately mimicked, placing his hand over his mouth as his gaze shifted to his mother's peacefully sleeping form.

"Come," he whispered before he carefully placed his daughter back in the crib. Suguro approached, quietly joining his father's side. His eyes widened as he gazed down at his sister, mouth slightly agape in awe.

Lifting his gaze to meet his father's eyes, he spoke in a hushed tone, "She looks like me."

"She does," Satoru chuckled, ruffling his son's hair.

"I couldn't hold any longer." A voice came from the door. Satoru turned to find Shoko standing there. "Are they okay?" she asked, looking between her best friend and the crib of her new niece.

"Both are perfectly fine."

She hummed, "I'll wait outside," she said, turning to leave.

"Shoko," Satotu called after her. She turned her head to him, meeting his gaze. "Thank you," he said sincerely, a rare softness in his usually childless behavior.

"Sure, but you still owe me a pack of cigarettes," she smirked and closed the door behind her.

Returning his focus to his children, Satoru soaked in the sight of his precious babies together—his family was finally complete.

"She has mama's nose," Suguro said.

"She does."

"Also, her lips."

Satoru hummed, gently caressing his son's head.

"She's pretty, just like mama." Suguro's smile beamed, lifting his head to his father as if seeking his approval.

"She really is," Satoru said, his smile mirroring his son's. "You want to hold her?"

"Really?" Suguro's face lightened up with excitement, showing the gap between his teeth.

Satoru nodded, "Take a seat."

Suguro eagerly settled into the chair as his father carefully lifted his sister from her crib. "Support her head," he instructed him, placing her gently into waiting arms.

Suguro looked in awe at her, "She's fat but small," he said, causing Satoru to stifle a laugh.

"I will protect her," he then said, lifting his face to meet his father's gaze. "I'll be the best big brother and protect her and Mama."

His words brought forth old memories for Satoru. He found himself recalling his and his wife's childhood—the days when she would come running to him, frightened, and he would utter those very same words, "I will protect you, wife!" his five-year-old self would say.

In that moment, he recognized the truth in his son's words, seeing the same determination in his gaze that he once glimpsed in his own eyes—it was like seeing a younger version of himself.

However, despite being proud of him, he never desired to burden him with such a responsibility. He wished to shield him from the heavyweight he himself had carried as a child. Yet, a sense of peace settled within him, knowing that one day, if he was no longer present, his wife and daughter would be in safe hands.

"I know you will," a voice whispered.

Satoru turned, finding his wife awake, a tired yet content smile playing on her lips.

"Mama!" Suguro joyfully shouted. Noticing his eagerness, Satoru gently took his daughter from his hands.

Suguro rushed to his mother, poised to jump onto her, but his father intervened, "Remember what we talked about?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Suguro pouted, turning towards him, "Sorry."

"It's alright, sweet boy. Come," his mother said, patting the empty spot beside her.

Suguro leaped there immediately, looking a bit hesitant as he kept gazing at his lap.

"What's the matter? You don't want to hug me."

"Dad said I need to be careful not to hurt you."

"Sweet boy," his mother tousled his hair. "Come here, don't mind your father."

In an instant, he launched himself, wrapping his small arms around her. "I missed you, Mama," he said, rubbing his face on her chest.

"Missed you too, my love," she replied, kissing his head.

"Are you alright?" Satoru asked, caressing her face. She nodded in reply, looking at him with the smile he adored the most. "I will call the doctor."

"No," she stopped him, her eyes landing on her daughter.

"But—"

"I'm alright. I want to spend some time with our babies first," she spoke through lies, feeling the soreness in her body intensify as every movement from her son brought a dull ache to her lower part.

Satoru wasn't convinced. "The painkillers will help," she said, taking the pills from the small table beside her and swallowing them.

Satoru sighed, realizing he couldn't change her mind. "Fine." He assisted her, adjusting the bed and placing more pillows behind her back, before bringing their baby.

As he gently placed her daughter in her arms, her heart skipped a beat. The moment she cradled her against her chest, a rush of overwhelming love washed over her. Her exhaustion seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of joy. All that mattered was this tiny life she held in her arms—her small face, her tiny hands, and her soft, cooing sounds. She finally had the little girl she always wanted.

"Mama, why are you crying?" Suguro asked.

Immediately, she wiped the tear from her cheek. "I'm just happy."

"Did you cry when I was born?" he asked.

"Of course I did, and so did your father; he wept the whole day."

Suguro turned to his father, a smug grin on his face. "Baby," he whispered under his breath.

"Hey, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are," Suguro said, sticking his tongue out at him, causing his mother to giggle.

"What are we going to name her?" she asked, interrupting her boys' small fight.

Satoru smiled, looking at his son, "You can suggest a name."

"Really?" Suguro's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Of course, my love."

"Can we name her Shouko?"

His parents exchanged a shared smile of satisfaction. "Then Shouko it is."

Geto stood atop a building, his gaze fixed on the hospital before him. A veil shrouded it, a barrier that prevented any jujutsu sorcerer or curse from entering. As he surveyed the area, he sensed the presence of numerous sorcerers lurking on the outskirts, guarding the place—the very reason he had come.

"Why are we here, Master?" Mimiko asked. "Is someone you know sick?"

Geto chuckled, a smile playing on his face, "No, no one is sick."

"Are we going to kill someone then?"

"No," he replied. "No killing is needed today. Let's go home."

"Eh?!" Nanako exclaimed, "We stayed the whole night here for nothing!"

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#BABIES? TWO BABIES?#AAAAAAAAAAAA #The bonus at the end im AAAAAAA #SHOKO GETO SOHS #SOBS #pls let him meet em aaaaa #augh im sick so sick/pos #THE BABY GIRL WAS FAT YES A LUMP I LOVE FAT BABIES #Also sonnnnnn #They got me #MIMINANA APPEARANCE WEEEEE #so many emotions got me sobbing near 3am

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droopywrites · 5 months

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a/n: guys?? gojo crumbs in the new episode made me do this uh i think i got some problems AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

thinking about gojo being so big and tall it makes him look out of place in your home.

it is an essential part of his routine to hit his head against one of the wall cabin’s in your kitchen when both of you are cooking, or you cook and try not to get distracted by his antics.

and the way his ass hits the wall every time he bends down to spit the toothpaste into the sink never fails to make you giggle, a wide smile on your face as you watch him grumble about the cold marbles.

satoru sleeps on your bed diagonally because that way his legs fit in it too, although still a bit bent in the knees, and he brings you into that angle too, arms always wrapping around you whenever you are near(always).

it’s also a sight when he opens the fridge and has to crouch or basically fold in half to look properly. he does like it when you come from behind to rest your head on his to brainstorm about breakfast and when you walk under his arm to take something.

it’s not that your house is small, it’s certainly enough for one person, it’s just that gojo is so massive that it makes everything else around him look tiny and cartoonishly miniature.

and while satoru isn’t bothered at all, you always seem to overthink things like these, worrying if he’s really comfortable or just patient because he loves you.

“watcha doin’?” he asks as drapes himself over you on the couch. you huff and groan in discomfort while he makes himself comfortable. you end up face to face with him, your legs tangled with his and him holding your phone to see for himself. “lookin’ for a new couch?”

“yeah.”

“i thought you liked your couch,” satoru pouts looking over at the cushions. he drops the phone somewhere in between your bodies and wraps an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to himself. “i like it too!”

his expression is so earnest you feel yourself smiling uncontrollably, hand moving up to cover it slightly.

“yeah but i want you to be comfortable here, satoru!”

“i’m always comfy when i’m with you, y’know? it’s kinda the effect you have on me.”

your eyes widen at his words as you suddenly start feeling very small under his attentive gaze. gojo’s smile stretches further, hand cupping the side of your face gently to angle your face towards his, not letting you hide.

“i feel good when i’m at your place because it’s so full of you.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, dipping his head low to rub his cheek against yours affectionately as he giggles along with you.

“i love staying here so much it makes me wonder if we should spend more time at my place.”

you look up at him questioningly as he rubs his chin in deep thought, brows furrowing cutely as he thinks something over and over before finally looking down at you a few seconds later.

“it just feels like home is where you are.”

satoru makes love look and sound so easy, you always wonder how he manages to do that. it’s easy to love him and have him love you, easy to accept his love and give it to him yourself.

that’s just the way he is, and you guess that it’s probably easier for him because he puts effort into making it that way. making you understand that he loves and loves and loves you.

your hands cup his cheeks as you look up at him in adoration.

“aren’t you the sweetest?”

satoru leans into your touch, gripping you tighter, as he rubs his nose with yours, making you pull away abruptly with a few flustered chuckles escaping you.

“so i’ve been told, heh.”

he continues his assault, adding wet kisses and unexpected pinches into the mix as he relishes in the sounds of your laughter, the discomfort of the relatively small couch once again forgotten just like your idea to buy a new one.

#I NEED HIM #SO MUCH #My wife come home

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droopywrites · 6 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 16] Justifications

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Mrs. Gojo’s first reaction to finding her son in the hospital room isn’t one of worry– Rather, she’s curious. She wonders if you told him; she doubts you’re dumb enough to actually tell him, but he got here somehow. Instead of wondering how he found out, she should worry about how she’ll explain everything to her son. She can’t just throw you under the bus… Well, she can but it wouldn’t be right for her to do so.

Satoru is sitting down, his hands on his knees as he looks around the room. He contemplates everything. He questions every single relationship that he has. Shoko knew, and his mother, but who else? How many people are betraying him? How many people know the fact that he has a son?

The man is nauseous at the mere thought that they faced him as if they weren’t hiding something that could turn Satoru’s life upside down. He hears his mother’s heels as she walks towards him but he can’t bring himself to look up at her. He’s never had a close bond with his mother, and at times he’s hated her presence; but nothing compares to now. Satoru has never hated being her son until now.

“Satoru.” She doesn’t try to soften her voice when she talks to him. She probably should. She feels the hatred that radiates off her son, and she knows that maybe she should console him. She’s mostly at fault for how things played out. “How did you end up here?”

“That’s what you say.” His voice breaks and he takes a deep breath to compose himself. He won’t start crying in front of his mother, she doesn’t have to know how heartbroken he is. She should have an idea though because it’s no easy feat. “You knew about my son, you hid him from me on purpose, you let me find out on my own and your response is that.”

She stays quiet. Satoru will continue speaking and she won’t interrupt until he lets it all out. “I always knew you weren’t a star mother, but this? You’re the worst mother I’ve come across. You hid my son from me, and for what? Because you didn’t want your ideal plans to go to the trash?”

“You’re almost twenty-seven and you act like a child. You wouldn’t have been able to step up to the role. I did what was best for you, and for Ren and his mother.” She argues and he feels his blood boil. He’s never been so mad in his life.

“I wouldn’t have been like you. I wouldn’t have thrown my son to the help and let them raise him. I’m nothing like you, I would’ve been able to step up to the role. Ren would’ve actually felt me being present, and I would’ve loved him as much as I possibly could.” Satoru’s nails dig into the fabric of his pants. “No one is ready to be a parent. You learn along the way. I would’ve and am going to try my best, the same way you should’ve.”

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have your precious job title, Satoru. Watch how you talk to me.” She warns him, ignoring the guilt that runs through her veins. She focuses more on the fact that her son gives her attitude.

“This is what you wanted! You didn’t tell me because you knew I’d give up everything for him. I knew you were fucked up but to this extent? You’re a wretched woman, I’m ashamed to call you my mother.” Satoru raises his voice, and silence follows. She doesn’t know how to answer. Satoru clears his throat, “For how long have you known? For how long have you known I have a son?”

“Almost a year.” She confesses, and maybe Satoru would’ve easily let it slide if it was something more recent. Well, she hired you for a reason, she’s known for as long as you’ve been working with her. Satoru takes a deep breath, trying his best to hold back the tears that fill up his eyes.

“Shoko knows. She told me. Who else knows?” He asks, speaking slowly to contain his feelings. She shrugs, she doesn’t know who else knows.

“I have no idea. I didn’t know Shoko knew.” She responds, walking over to stand next to Satoru. He glares at her, standing up. He can’t stand to breathe the same air as her for another moment. She watches him walk away and she asks, “What are you doing? Now is not the time to throw a tantrum.”

“A tantrum?! You hid my son from me and you’re calling this a tantrum?!” He yells. “You’ve known about my son for a year, you asked for him to be kept from me, and you’re calling this a tantrum? You’re fucking unbelievable. This is all your fault. You’ve been set on making me miserable ever since I was born.”

“Calm down, Satoru.” She says, and Satoru has to take another deep breath. He doesn’t even know how to respond to her. How dare she even suggest that? She must be out of her damn mind– No, she’s evil. He’s convinced she’s fucking evil.

“I’ll never forgive you for this. This is so fucked up, even for you.” Satoru steps out of the room. He needs a breath of fresh air, and he needs to take it all in. Gather his thoughts.

He’s a father. He’s been one for the past four years. How does he handle it all? His mother betrayed him in the worst possible way. You betrayed him the worst possible way. But Satoru can somewhat understand why you stayed quiet. Not her though. Both reasons are selfish, but her selfishness is pure evil.

“Satoru.” He hears your mother, and he stops walking. The tears that he’s been holding back finally slip out, and he wipes them away as your mother walks to him. Her hand goes to his arm and she squeezes it as a form of reassurance. “Let’s go grab a coffee, there’s a coffee shop nearby that’s open.”

“Yeah.” He tries to talk normally, and she gently smiles at him. They walk outside and Satoru follows your mother’s lead to the coffee shop. They walk in silence, and when they get there, Satoru pays for coffee for the both of them.

Once the coffee is in their hands, they sit in silence at a table. They came here to talk, yet Satoru is not going to spark up the conversation– At least Satoru assumes that they came here to talk. Your mother clears her throat, “I hope you can forgive my daughter for this… At the very least see her point of view.”

“I’ll try at the very least… I just thought she would try to tell me. I’m disappointed… and feel betrayed.” Satoru confides. He’s always felt like he could talk to your mother, she’s always been someone he can trust. He never went to his own mother for help, instead he went to yours. “I would’ve done anything for Ren, she knows I’ve always wanted to have a kid.”

“I remember the day my little girl called crying, telling me she was pregnant. Her boyfriend just broke up with her and she didn’t know how to tell him. You were out of town, your mother fired me– I told my daughter I quit, but it wasn��t that. Your mother didn’t want me around, she started hating me the moment my daughter started to date you,” Your mother begins and Satoru listens attentively.

“She tried to tell you, Satoru. You changed your number. You completely cut her off. She went to your house, and guess what your mother said to my pregnant daughter?”

“That I got married.” Satoru mutters, looking away since he’s too ashamed to look her in the eye.

“And you know the damage that caused? She cried for weeks, but she managed to move on. She couldn’t dwell on you forever because she had a son to be responsible for. Maybe she should’ve told you when she saw you, but I understand she didn’t need you anymore.”

“I didn’t get married because–” Satoru begins but your mother cuts him off. She doesn’t want to hear any justifications, she really doesn’t see any response that will make her feelings change.

“I don’t care why the hell you got married. I was rooting for you, Satoru. I was rooting for the two of you, but you showed me that you’re just like your selfish entitled family. You made me change my mind, you’re the last person I want near my daughter and my grandson.” Her words sting more than anyone’s because the woman that sits across from him practically raised him. “But I guess I have no other option. You are Ren’s father.”

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, causing her brows to raise.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” She answers before standing up. Satoru watches as she walks away, biting his quivering bottom lip. He shuts his eyes, trying not to begin crying in front of everyone.

He’s tired. He should probably go home and take a nap, but he promised his son he’d be there when he wakes up. So he won’t leave until Ren sees him. Satoru stands up and goes back to the hospital.

You don’t talk to each other when you’re with Ren. Ren is filled with love, from both of his parents and grandmothers. He’s never been with them all at the same time, and he’s excited to be with them all even when he isn’t feeling too well. His father seems to have a lot of questions though, but Ren likes the attention.

Ren gets to talk about his birthday (which surprises Satoru since they have the same birthday), his favorite color, his favorite show, his favorite toys, what he does when mommy is not home, what he does when mommy is home; Satoru tries to get to know all about Ren in a couple hours to make up for the past four years of his life. Satoru is overwhelmed with sadness, yet he’s never felt so happy before as he sits on an armchair, next to his baby boy. Ren holds his father’s hand, smiling when he’s never felt worse before. He’s just happy to meet the man that he’s been asking about.

Satoru spends the entire afternoon there, listening to Ren’s every request. He expected to spend the first day with his son in the hospital but not under these conditions. Regardless, Ren could be a newborn or a four-year-old, Satoru loves him either way.

Ren yawns, and Satoru sheepishly smiles. He kisses the top of his son’s head. “How about you go to bed, buddy? You’re tired.”

“I don’t want you to go.” Ren says, and Satoru squeezes his hand. You swear you hear your heart break as you hear Ren’s words. You definitely fucked up.

“I’m not leaving, Ren. I’ll be by your side when you wake up, I promise.” Satoru assures him, and the man stays by his side until Ren finally falls asleep. Satoru doesn’t let go of Ren’s hand. You sit in silence for a moment as you try to decide what you’ll do next. Should you speak? Maybe you should… But what should you say? Maybe you should apologize, but you don’t have the guts to do it.

“Who else knows?” Satoru whispers, not wanting to wake Ren up. He doubts that Ren will be waking up any time soon though, no matter how loud he is.

“Shoko and Suguru. And everyone that works at your house.” You answer. “I asked them not to tell, and I lied to Suguru so don’t be mad at them.”

“Did you… At least try to argue with my mother about telling me?” He hopes that you’ll say yes, so at the very least he can feel like you care about his feelings. He wants to hear that you tried a bit more. He’s filled with disappointment when you shake your head. He looks away from you, and back at Ren.

“How are you going to tell your wife?” You ask, and Satoru shrugs. That isn’t his main problem right now. Sayo can wait.

#OH MY HEART IS HEAVY IT IS HEAVY I CANT DO THIS #finally got notified for this YES #omg RENNN LITTLE REN #Mrs Gojo fucked up bad hell everyone did #not you Reader's mom and Suguru y'all lovely #oh Ren too #CONFRONTATION FINALLY #I love everyone here having problems #sayo live ur best life girl i dont think u really care much here #Satoru at least ur trying #they can co parent ig idk #MWAH chapter #ishaking im so cexite #I love this series smmmmm aaa

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droopywrites · 6 months

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how would gojo treat his partner/wife?

gojo doesn't really do the whole boyfriend thing very well, not for lack of trying but he's made it very clear. or as clear as "i've never had a girlfriend" can be. which pretty much explains everything.

there are late-night meetups and month-long breaks in between. maybe a gift or two when he's trying to make up for something, it's the only way he knows how to apologize. the latest being cartier bracelets tucked in a red bag, one he holds up to your face eagerly wishing that you'd just forget he's so flawed, in no way ready for commitment, or to talk about it. "i'm sorry, it's just really complicated," he'll sigh. nothing holds gojo down you think. he comes and goes as he pleases. always growing, changing, keeping the end of the world from happening all in plain sight while you move on with a life filled with mundane things he’s probably got no time or reason to care about.

it feels a lot like loving a god sometimes, how he's just that bit out of touch, and...impossible. one who’s desperately trying to be human. with so much fear in his shaking hands and bated breaths, with his lip tucked between teeth, holding back the words he shall never utter, 'don't leave, don't look at me, don't touch me where it hurts.’ gojo treats you—at least initially—like he would anyone else. like he’s learning to love for the first time.

backdraft or whatever they call it. opening a door to a burning house, a fire that bursts and screams at the first rush of oxygen. he wants you to step inside and manage these tempers, seething and roiling resentment, a roof that falls in on itself.

all this and he's yet to tell you how he really feels about you, however, every once in a while, he does make the effort to call.

“hey it's me,” he says the moment you answer because who else would it be at this hour...does that thing with his voice that's so effortless. warm, and inviting. seductive really. ringing through right as the snow outside begins to frost over wilting leaves.

“sorry, don’t think i know who this is,” you reply, adding a playful lilt to the end of it. there’s a low chuckle in return, then the rustling of sheets, it’s enough to paint you a picture of him in bed. a very large bed from what you remembered, but the last time you’d stopped by his place, there'd been no need for accurate measurements, thread counts, and whether or not he’d gone with sustainable options. in fact, there was no need for talking at all, only muffled moans into the crook of your neck, a whining plea here or there. gojo likes to grit through his teeth, pausing before every first thrust, a savourer is he.

speaking of which, he asks, “how’d you like a reminder?”

you weigh things out, tucking your phone between ear and shoulder. "it's a tempting offer...but i'm starting to feel a little used here," you say. this is just a check-in point for him. just so he knows he still can have his fill of you and...whatever it is you bring to the table, he hasn't actually told you.

'it's the sex' your brain reminds you—all the multiple orgasms in under an hour–type sex, in an onsen, over a balcony, backshots and binding you to fancy rig, will accept a blowjob only if you want to, eager to please, so willing to learn—no, that's not true, the both of you are so much more than that. you talk about very important things like the news and whats good on tv right now. just as long as it doesn't have anything to do with his past or his future or what exactly is the state of this relationship...so it's definitely the sex.

"i thought that's what you wanted, weren't you screaming it at the top of your lungs that night?" for effect, he acts it out for you, "oh use me, do whatever you like," he doesn't try to pitch his voice higher, which makes it all the more embarrassing when hearing your own words said back to you with such impassiveness, such tease. who you were during the throes of passion is not the same person outside of it. to think he'd been a virgin when he met you.

"that selective memory of yours never ceases to amaze me," you can't help the smile that widens on your face.

he smiles too, despite not being able to see it, you know it's there. "well im a very selective man, i don't just ask anyone on a date." you roll your eyes at that. oh how you should feel so lucky. most times he chooses the place because gojo likes what he likes and your recommendations end up getting shot down or made fun of anyways.

you'd say the best part is that he shows up every time. something about how he detests people who flake on him. which is surprising because if anyone were to be tardy and forgetful, it'd be the man who's maybe a bit too blase about anything that doesn't hold his interest for long. that includes when and where his missions are, a flailing hand brushing off any bit of urgency or seriousness. picks and chooses the things he finds worthy of his efforts, his overly exaggerated bouts of emotion—"you wanna go sit by a lake and talk?" people often say he talks too much, besides didn't he just get off the phone with you hours ago.

"we're bonding, there's a difference," you defend, putting your foot down on the matter. if it'd been months earlier, you wouldn't have thought to stand your ground, and maybe a part of you would have been anxious over his reaction but gojo only gives you a pout. shiny, moistened lips giving it away, he's not coming out of this one without a fight and he's annoyed about it. reluctant.

so he'll make an exception, "fine, we'll psychoanalyze each other, how exciting—" the sarcasm is slathered and piled on thick. if he weren't masked you'd kick him in the shin for that eye roll he gives you, childlike almost, given the chance he might even stick his tongue out, "—but i get to choose the place, ah, ah, it's about compromise darling."

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later on, when he's three parfaits deep into a sugar rush at a maid cafe, he admits, "you scare me sometimes," of course, he understands the importance of communication, and getting to know one another is part of the deal, this is what girlfriends and boyfriends do, but— "how are you still here?" there's something hidden in his question, sometimes it feels almost like he's testing you to see if you'd be offended, taken aback, huffing out indignantly and stomping away, making him watch you leave.

still, your answer remains the same. "i like you," you sigh out into the night, feeling his arms wrapped around your middle. gojo doesn't need worshipping or sacrifices made to please and appease, but he’s feeling ten feet tall in this body, too long and large, housing power he didn’t ask for.

“you really mean that?” he whispers in the crook of your neck, you don’t miss the hint of self-deprecation there, or the uncertainty.

so you reach a hand up, just enough to hold his head full of self-doubt, “yes," is all that's needed for him to crumble. walls coming down.

"you're the only woman i've ever been with," he admits. waiting for the moment you face away from him so it's not as revealing, not as vulnerable, and he can say it with just that little bit of courage because he wouldn't see your reaction, he's escaped death many times, he'd be able to say it now, say it here. "and i intend to keep it that way..." you know he's waiting in anticipation for the final blow, the real death that comes for him is when he loses you because of how unlikely it sounds, gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, only bedded one woman.

his fingers come up to graze the slope of your shoulder, before he wraps an arm around your chest, pressing his weight into you from behind, wrapping you up, only it's ten times heavier when his admission presses down on your thumping little heart alongside with it.

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in the middle of a restaurant in ginza, gojo breaks his chopsticks in half along a deep line with fine precision, before rubbing them back and forth to remove the thin, stray hairs of aspen. there are people who look up when the sound catches their attention, then avert their eyes away. but not before lingering over his striking looks for that split second, blue eyes and white hair, what a combo.

he barely notices at this point, but he does know you’re watching from where you sit. food untouched, like you’re waiting for something to happen. you don’t need his permission he thinks, or at least, no one had ever waited for it. so he explains before you get the chance to ask, getting it out of the way and maybe then you’ll start digging in and he wouldn’t have to sit in this weird, silent tension, “he always did it this way,” gojo shrugs.

you don’t ask who 'he' refers to, “i wasn’t going to say anything,” you reply, nodding along, trying to ease some of the nerves there because this isn't to do with the chopsticks, but that gojo gets like this around christmas. actually, he gets like this almost all the time these days.

“why aren’t you eating? the unagi’s really nice,” he points to the piece of eel that’s cooked to perfection, glazed and sticky. “is it not to your liking?” he looks up quickly, searching your face, looking for any sign of distaste.

“it’s fine,” you stop him from waving down the waiter, knowing he intends to order something else for you. but he never asks, not about what you would prefer or if you had any aversions to seafood. instead, he plays a guessing game, only tries, and tries again. hoping that he’d get it right immediately. just another thing satoru does. that he's way more accommodating than most would give him credit for. so much so you forget that he's barely touched the unagi himself, choosing instead to nudge it closer to you.

and maybe he’d been to used to this, maybe he’d always gotten it right with the one before you, maybe that’s why it hurts so much. and you're too occupied with wiping tears behind a blindfold that night to make sense of it when he can’t stop dreaming about long silken hair tucked into a bun, of a scent that lingers on a street crossing and by a classroom window.

still, he tucks a finger underneath the band. revealing clumped-up strands of white, silver, grey...a storming ocean swirls. a woman finally found, what a sight to behold. who chooses him and cleaves his heart in two every time she so much as smiles, calls him by his name, and touches his skin with her own. gently at first and then in a pressured, firm grip. "i'm not going anywhere," hand wholly encompassing his, fingers entwined, or maybe it's the other way around. gojo's got a wide expanse of palm, life and heart lines spanning across a region of an untouched, unmarred surface, all the power to bend space, time, and an infinity simmering above it.

“it’s gonna be okay,” you say, feeling a minuscule gap close where you finally feel him, really feel him.

#TEARING UP THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN #Gojo is so complex I barely write him beyond surface level and this is just #chef kis #everything #this man is not over his one high school relationship and skksnkdkkskdkd #Suguru when I catch u sobs #poor things #i cant handle these this early in the morning

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hahaahah pain. imagine always texting gojo “come back to me” when he goes away on missions and the day he gets sealed you had found out you were pregnant so you texted him “come back to us” but he didn’t see it. the second he gets out of the box he’s looks at his phone only to see your message and all the gears click in his head. he warps to you and slams the front door of your shared house open. youre standing in the kitchen with your baby bump prominently showing after he missed months of your pregnancy already. he walks as fast and carefully as he could to you with tears in his eyes and just drops to his knees clinging to you. all he can utter out is “i’m sorry” over and over and over again. until he finishes with “i’ll always come back to you” while your hands soothe down his rumpled hair.

nooo anon this legit made me so sad T_T how dare u >:( /j

like imagine how playful those “come back to me” texts would be because u know he’ll always do. and then one night on halloween u were in the bathroom taking the pregnancy test and gojo doesn’t know when he suddenly shouts “i’ll head out for a bit. i love you!” then u see the test is positive so u texted him like “i’ll show u something, come back to us” but he never replies nor reads the text then later on u find out that he got locked in the box i mean T_T ur world just shatters & now u have his baby u weren’t sure if u want to keep it

the end of everything (husband!gojo x wife!reader)

tags: manga spoilers, angst with a happy ending, although honestly it wasn't as angsty as i thought it was, a grain of fluff/domesticity, emotional gojo, mentions of pregnancy, death, kissing, geto suguru, fushiguro toji

wc: 2.4k

navi

additional note: we don't know if gojo's ever gonna get unsealed (and tbh i'm losing hope) so when he comes back here i just based it on how many months a very very prominent bump would be lolz. you'd also notice that i didn't put much detail on how gojo got unsealed bc i have no idea how it'd go ✌🤭

when the two of you still weren’t dating and were in some sort of ‘we’re friends and yes we feel something for each other but no we aren’t a couple' relationship, it was gojo’s habit to send you short videos of himself acting like he’s moping around your apartment while muttering your name and chanting “come home” whenever you go on long missions.

there were times when the videos he sent consisted of him in a dark room, your duvet on top of his head (you could tell because of the pattern), two of your scented candles lit beside him on your bed, and a picture frame of a very horrible candid photograph of you he was hugging like you were dead.

it pissed you off and made you miss him at the same time because he looked like an abandoned little puppy. so sometimes you just dragged him along with you or cut the mission short in less than four days to get him to stop (and be with him sooner).

at first, you never really got the reason why he kept doing that when he knew you would come home eventually. but after he told you about the time he fought fushiguro toji and knocked on death's door, you finally understood.

so when he embarked on another long journey of exorcising curses the next day, you started the habit of texting him "come back to me safe" as soon as he got out of the door and he always, always texted you back with “i’ll always do! (ʃƪ˶˘ ﻬ ˘˶)”.

without fail, without exceptions, without inconsistency, however late it was, however early it was, whatever godforsaken time it was at three o’clock in the morning, his response would always be there along with some picture of him doing a peace sign and a pout on his stupid adorable kissable face you just want to bite.

you really should’ve known better than to grow complacent.

it was just a normal night. halloween. he wanted to go out for some dinner but you were too tired to walk at night.

it was a few minutes to seven p.m. so you were standing in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil so you could cook the udon noodles you were going to wrap on the tempura to make the dish look a little halloween-y. behind you was your husband in the form of gojo satoru, lanky but muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

his face was buried on your shoulder, hot breath fanning your neck as he hummed some tune he heard from a television commercial. you still remember how his soft, glossy lips started ghosting from the back of your ear to your shoulder as he started slowly swaying the both of you to his humming, and how in the middle of that, you suddenly got the urge to urinate so you turned around, tiptoed, and pecked him softly on the mouth before you told him to “watch the noodles, ‘toru. i’m going to the bathroom”.

you still remember how you took the two boxes of pregnancy tests that had been feeling too heavy out of your pockets, and how in the middle of doing your business, gojo knocked on the door and informed you through the wall that a curtain was cast at shibuya.

his voice at that time was still his usual high-pitched, cheery, enthusiastic, unbothered tone; like he was expecting other sorcerers to be able to handle the brewing mess.

you still remember the way he suddenly got silent when you asked if they needed him, and how after exactly 17 seconds later just when you were finishing up, you heard his voice again. that time it was low-pitched, serious, somber, dull; you could tell he received some sort of message that he was holding himself back from telling you.

“i’m being summoned, baby. i’ll see you later. i love you.”

you didn’t even have the time to respond before you felt his presence disappear. he teleported. you knew that meant he was in a hurry.

thinking back, you really should’ve told him to go inside so he saw what you were doing. this may be bold of you to think of, but maybe he wouldn’t have left if you did.

that night, you received the two biggest news of your life.

first, a few minutes after your husband left, you found out that all your suspicions about your missed period, frequent urination, fatigue, and mood swings were right. you were, indeed, pregnant.

at 7:04 p.m., you sent your husband the usual text with a tiny modification.

come back safe to us, toru. i have something to tell you.

you sent a photo.

-.-

second, a few hours after your husband left, you found out that, well, he had been sealed.

on the upside, it finally answered your questions as to why you never heard back from him, why he never read your text, and why he never sent you his usual response.

on the downside, he was now treated as a criminal in the jujutsu society, getting him out of that stupid box would be considered a crime, itadori's sentence was back, japan was in chaos, the world will soon be in chaos, you don't know when he was going to be back, you don't know how he was inside, you don't know if he's safe, you don't know when he would come home, if he would come home.

oh. and you also have his baby who you're going to have to take care of for the rest of your life. alone. possibly.

for the rest of the following days, you were disoriented. how was he feeling? when he found out that the man he had killed, his best friend, his one and only, was back? was he devastated? hurt? shocked? confused?

why didn't you go with him? why didn't you go out of that door for a few seconds to have one last moment with him? hug him? kiss him goodbye? tell him you love him? that he will be the only man you would ever love? that you're so happy he chose you? that you would wait forever until he comes back to you? that you would give anything just so he comes back to both of you?

there's no way you could've known.

those were shoko's words to you when she came to the apartment to check on your well-being two days after the incident. she was worried about not having heard anything from you.

"before he went to the elders, satoru came to school and made me promise to look after you if anything happens."

"so he knew something was going to happen."

"he's very intuitive, after all. so how have you been feeling?"

"oh, you know. the usual feelings when you've been given news that your husband might never come back; devastated, exhausted, grieving,

…pregnant."

a beat, shoko's droopy eyes widen.

"what the hell?"

the doctor's visit was the catalyst for you to decide what your next move would be.

frankly, you had second thoughts about whether you wanted to join the culling game or if you wanted to keep the child. because god knows you can't do both.

but for once, you decided to be selfish.

the fetus in your womb was the most important reminder you would have of your sealed husband that you could hold for years. you were dead set on protecting your baby, even if it meant escaping japan like some wanted criminal and going to another country until everything else settles.

for half a year, you went through the pregnancy all by yourself in some foreign nation where you knew no one. every hour of the day, you messaged your husband, hoping deep inside that one day, the all-familiar 'read' would appear in the conversation signaling the end of your nightmare.

you told him about your morning sickness, mood swings, all your cravings, sleepless nights, hormonal changes, and whenever you feel your child kick.

he seems strong, toru.

that's good, isn't it?

he probably got it from you.

humorously, you never explicitly told him that you were pregnant.

at the start of your third trimester, you decided to go back to japan when you deemed it would be fine to. shoko constantly updated you about everything. the aftermath, who died, who almost died, who survived, how many funerals you missed.

when you were about to board the plane, you sent a text to your husband.

we're about to go back to tokyo.

i can't believe it's been 7 months.

can you, satoru?

i really hope you come back soon.

it's so hard without you.

we miss you so much. i love you.

he loves you too, btw. he just kicked me.

time doesn’t pass inside the prison realm.

gojo had no idea how long he had been trapped, how long he had been sealed. how long his students had to fight without him, to save him.

how many days, months, or years you waited for him.

the moment he got out, everything was fuzzy; his brain couldn’t process anything.

gojo never slept inside the box, but he felt like the fushiguro toji incident all over again when he came face to face with death and was allowed one more chance to live. so he woke up from his coma, learned the reverse cursed technique, and warped to the sorcerer killer for payback.

except this time, what he learned was that the constant vibration in his pocket was your newly sent text messages informing him that you woke up from your nap because—

he kept kicking.

i couldn’t sleep properly.

‘he kept kicking’? are you in danger?

the gears finally started turning inside his head as he began scrolling through the rest of the messages. gojo still couldn’t really make sense of what you talked about in all those thousands of texts, but the newly appeared white bubble did.

you finally read it…

come back to us, satoru.

let’s have the udon the three of us never got to eat.

i love you.

we'll be waiting for you. always.

this time, instead of warping to the man who made the six eyes feel so useless, so powerless, and such a weak person, he goes straight to you. the second person in his life who made gojo satoru feel… satoru. the only woman who he’ll ever love and will manifest his love through a child, an heir.

his footsteps have never felt so heavy in his whole life as he arrived outside your shared home. not even when he came face to face with suguru after a year, not even when “suguru” took half of his head off and showed him that disgusting talking brain.

i wanna go back to that box.

with a deep sigh, he twisted the handle and slammed the door open. he swiftly made his way to the kitchen where he knew you would be.

and then he sees you.

despite his six eyes, every single thing in his surroundings became blurry. everything in his world slowed down, there was ringing in his ears, his heart beats too loudly for his liking, and the bitter taste of bile slowly started making its way through his mouth.

his vision focused wholly on you. only you. his baby, his wife. his wife.

it was déjà vu. as it was the moment before he got sealed.

you were standing in front of the stove, watching the pot of noodles. only this time, you're facing him, you're looking at him, you're smiling and crying.

your stomach was also sticking out waaaaay more than he remembered, and suddenly satoru is bawling as he slowly makes his way to you.

"i'm sorry, baby. i'm so sorry."

you didn't know to whom he was apologizing. or why. it's not his fault. nothing is his fault.

he was kneeling in front of you, arms wrapped around your waist with an ear pressed against your belly. you rake your hand through his unruly alabaster hair. it's amazing. how even after seven months it's still as soft and as lustrous as ever.

you missed him so much.

"did you feel that, 'toru? he seems excited to finally hear his dada's voice."

your husband closed his eyes as more tears streamed out of his eyes. he kept pressing his lips onto different parts of your stomach, his quiet mutters of "i'm sorry" never-ending. your baby responds well to his voice, kicking back every other moment.

your maternity dress had long been drenched with tears and the boiling noodles had long been saggy when gojo finally stood back up, eyes swollen and face red from all the crying. you're sure you appear the same.

and he’s finally looking at you. for the first time since he came home, he takes your face in. your face was a lot chubbier, a lot rounder. and it’s so damn cute. you were sniffing, your cheeks, philtrum, and lips were wet from crying. your eyes were puffy yet behind those orbs, gojo sees a certain glint of warmth he’s seen countless times whenever he’s with you. and it was mixed with a particular yearning he was no stranger to.

then his lips are on yours.

it’s messy and salty and sticky and one of the best kisses you two have ever shared.

your mouths were moving in sync with the same amount of fervor and god. he’s never been this deprived of anything else before.

it’s slow and sensual yet the way he devours your lips is like that of a famished man who was devoid of any food or water for years before he finally saw an oasis, a cornerstone, a life saver.

you return the same amount of passion he’s giving you, slightly swollen hands coming up to rest on his neck.

satoru wishes for the moment to last forever if it wasn’t for his need of oxygen and your need to breathe. he definitely won’t have it if you suddenly collapsed because of him.

he broke the prolonged kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he tightened his hold on your hips and started slowly swaying you side to side.

with the feeling of your warm breath fanning against his mouth and a smile adorning both of your lips, he whispers.

“no matter how long, how far, how absurd, how futile…

i’ll always come back to you.”

ps. i just want to add that the photo reader sent wasn't a pic of the pregnancy test lmao i was thinking it was probably just some kind of selfie showing her face after going to the bathroom

thank you so much for reading!! 😚 interactions & reblogs are appreciated *kith kith*

#OH MY GODDDDDDSSSSEEEMENEKDNKSMEMEKEKSKE #THIS SHIT HITS RIGHT WHERE IT HURTSSSS ARRRGHHHHHHHHH #the gojo bloodline lives on 🎺🎺🎺��#UGH IMAGINE THE BABY BORN WHEN HE 💀#I love him so much i cant keep doing #this to myself

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Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 15] Ren The Cat

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“Satoru, can we talk?” Shoko exits the bathroom, and she luckily bumps into Satoru. Satoru shakes his head, his eyes falling on you as you run out of the place. He’s about to run after you, but Shoko stops him. Her hand goes to his forearm.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why the hell is she running off?” Satoru sounds irritated, and Shoko knows that if she lets go, he’ll stop you. He’s about to push her away, and she knows that he’s much stronger.

“Let her go. It’s an emergency.” She says, and he furrows his brows. An emergency? Like what?

“Someone better be in the hospital.” Satoru responds, and this wave of guilt hits Shoko. For too many of her actions, the biggest of all is her hiding his son from him. She shouldn’t care, it’s none of her business.

“Satoru…” Her heartbeat races, and she’s about to stop herself from talking. She shouldn’t, it’s not her place. But you’re not speaking up ever, and Satoru deserves to know about the existence of his son. “She’s going to see Ren at the hospital.”

“The cat? Why the fuck–” Satoru begins but he’s cut off. The next words that leave her mouth, leave him dumbfounded.

“Ren isn’t a cat. Ren is her son.” Shoko blurts out. Satoru feels his blood boil at the mere thought of you being with someone else. He’s confused though, why would you hide the fact that you have a kid? Shoko tries to read his emotions, but she can’t. It’s hard.

“Who’s the father?” Satoru asks, wondering if it’s someone he knows. It doesn’t click in his head quite that second. Shoko gives him a moment to think about it, but it doesn’t occur in his head. Shoko has to tell him,

“I don’t think you get it… Why would she not tell you that she has a son?” Shoko feels like she’s dumbing it down. Satoru isn’t an idiot, but a million thoughts run through his head. He shrugs. “Ren is her son. Your son. She’s leaving because you have a son together, and he’s in the hospital.”

“You’re lying. She would tell me. She wouldn’t keep that from me.” Satoru answers, and Shoko lets go of him. He goes chasing after you, but you’re gone. He’ll just stop by every hospital nearby, until he finds you. He’ll remember the name– Either Ren has your last name, or his. He’ll ask about either name.

“Satoru…” You stand up from your chair, and you watch as tears well up in his eyes as he takes in the scene. Shoko wasn’t lying– Ren doesn’t have his last name, but one swift look at the kid and he realizes that is his son. That’s his spitting image.

You stare at each other, frozen in time. Your heart feels as if it’s in your throat, and your mind chases a thousand miles per hour as you think of what you’ll say next. What can you say? You weren’t exactly preparing yourself for this moment, you thought this would never happen. How fucking stupid.

While Satoru feels betrayed. Utterly hurt. He’s always thought the best of you; you were damn near the perfect woman. Yet you’ve betrayed him in the worst possible way. You hid his own flesh and blood from him… For what?

But Satoru isn’t going to argue, not when a little boy that he just met is in pain, and the kid is calling him daddy. Satoru rushes to Ren’s side, pressing a kiss on his forehead. Satoru isn’t quite sure what to say, what do you say to your son? A kid that’s probably almost five, a kid you just met?

“He has appendicitis, he has surgery in the morning.” You inform him. Should you tell him to go back to his event? And deprive Satoru and Ren from this sweet moment? You have no option but to sit back down and watch the scene unfold.

“I’ll be by your side, buddy. Everything’s gonna be okay.” Satoru’s finger pushes Ren’s hair out of his face. Satoru takes in the little details of his son’s face. Ren has your nose, but apart from that, he looks just like Satoru. Tears stream down Satoru’s face, and his voice breaks, in disbelief that this is happening, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, Ren. Your daddy is here now.”

You feel nauseous, tears streaming down your face as you watch them. Guilt for the last couple months that you’ve kept him hidden when Satoru was right in front of you. But you didn’t. You could’ve defied Mrs. Gojo’s orders, but you selfishly didn’t. You watch as Satoru kisses his son’s forehead again.

If he could, Satoru would hug Ren so tight that he’d nearly leave the boy breathless. But he can’t. He’ll do it next week though, when Ren is better.

The sweet moment is interrupted by his ringing phone, and Satoru takes it out. His mother calls, and he’s about to pick up since he has this news; she’s a grandmother. For a moment he stares at the phone, and he realizes something. You’ve mentioned Ren the cat before and his mother knew. His mother fucking knew. That’s why you’re working with her, because his mother knows that she has a grandson.

He declines the call, instead he focuses on his son. Grabbing his tiny hand, and taking note of every crevice. He always swore that when he had a baby, he’d look at every finger and toe individually, and he’d count them over and over again. He can’t believe he missed that.

There’s a smile on Ren’s face as he looks at his father, finally meeting the man that he’s been waiting for.

“Granny!” Ren shouts when his grandmother comes to sight. Your mother, who happily walks in with food but drops the bag when she sees him. Satoru looks back at your mother, and it’s like she’s just seen a ghost. Satoru walks over to her, and wraps his arms around your mother.

She isn’t sure what to do as Satoru hugs her. This isn’t the same little kid that would come running to her after an injury, the man that hugs her is the father of her grandson. A man that’s left many unattended wounds in her daughter. Satoru pulls away, and goes back to his son.

Your mother looks at you, watching as you silently cry. It seems as if more tears stream down your face when Satoru asks, “So how old are you, buddy? Sorry for not knowing.”

Ren puts up four fingers, excitedly replying, “Four!”

“Nice to see he isn’t in pain anymore.” Your mother comments. Your hand holds onto Ren’s, and you rest your head on the empty space of the mattress again, listening to your son and his father talk.

Ren is taken in the morning, and Satoru assures him that he’ll be there right after surgery. Neither of you slept a wink last night, and you hope that while you wait you can sleep for an hour or so. You doubt you will though since you have a lot to talk about. So much to talk about.

When you’re left alone, you sit in silence for a minute. Both of you gather your thoughts. Until Satoru finally clears his throat, “So you faced me everyday like that? Like you weren’t hiding anything. You were planning on keeping quiet about my son.”

“I tried to tell you when I was pregnant.” You answer, and you take a deep breath. That’s not good enough. Not now, not when you’ve been seeing each other daily. “And then… Mrs. Gojo didn’t want me to tell you.”

“And why the hell did you listen to her?” Satoru slowly begins to see red. His own mother did this to him. He has no trouble believing you, it does seem like something his mother would do. “You had no problem looking me in the eye while hiding him.”

“She gave me an opportunity that would make my life easier, I would obviously listen to her.” You respond. “You started over with someone else, I feel like I’d ruin everything if I’d come out of nowhere with a child.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. You don’t care about that, do you? You’re just scared I’ll take Ren from you.” He says, and maybe Satoru remembers how you are.

“I struggled with him for so long, the last thing I need is for you to take him from me. You have no right to take him from me. I don’t care if you can financially support him better than me, he’s my son.” You get defensive, and Satoru’s hand goes over your own to reassure you. He squeezes it, feeling tears well up in his eyes again. He hates that this is how you think of him. It’s not unwarranted.

“And I won’t take him from you, but at the very least I deserved to know. I deserved to know I have a son.” He’s clearly upset, and his emotions reflect in his voice with every word that leaves his lips. “Do you know how hurt I am? You hid my own flesh and blood from me, you know better than anyone how badly I wanted to be a father.”

“I wanted to tell you, Satoru. I tried to tell you. But then I realized you had other priorities, and I understood that I didn’t need you by our side. And I’m sorry that it happened like this, but you’re partially at fault for the outcome.” You answer, standing up from your seat. You need a breath of fresh air and a shower. You begin to walk towards the door, and it opens before your hand goes to the doorknob. You’d be terrified of her at any other time, but not now. You take a deep breath,

“Mrs. Gojo… Your son is here to speak with you.”

#AHHH IT FINALLY HAPPENED #using this reblog bc it has all my thoughts ty #BUT OMG ITSZZNSMMEMEMS #the way he immediately acted so softly you bitch but my heart 💔💔#REN SWEET THING POOR BABY #i cant believe i missed the update what #Mrs gojo ur the root but also satoru is at fault #also... SHOKO??!?! WHYD YOU OUT US LIKE THIS MISS GIRL I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING #i understand lowkey but that secrecy pact went down the drain so fast #suguruuuu bbg how is he #GAWD we're gonna lose him aint we rip 💔💔#bitch ass gojo i hate to love u i love to hate u sweet ass thing #papa gojo <3333 #papa gojo 🔪🔪🔪🔪

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Yuuji Itadori truly was the best friend a girl like you could ask for, but he wasn't the only reason you came to visit. (His older brother, the devilishly handsome Choso Kamo, had always been the apple of your eye).

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droopywrites · 6 months

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Seeing my newest post get traction is so wild bc damn I was out of the writing game for so long

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droopywrites · 6 months

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did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?

⋆｡Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids｡⋆

Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.

CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.

Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.

Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)

Geto

Starting off strong with Geto.

Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.

On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...

What the fuck.

How did she even get here? Why is she here?

Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.

He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.

So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.

Papa?

Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.

Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.

But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.

Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.

Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.

The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.

You...?

You.

You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.

You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"

You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.

Yet.

When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.

Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.

After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.

Sukuna

Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.

Man hates love.

But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.

So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

"You."

The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.

And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.

This little shit was persistent.

His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.

A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.

Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.

"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."

That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.

He wasn't getting into that.

The kid was though.

It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.

...

The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?

It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?

He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.

"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"

And then Sukuna was sealed.

He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.

Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.

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droopywrites · 6 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 14] Long-Awaited

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You become busier and busier as the charity event comes up, and you’re extremely nervous once the day hits. If everything goes to shit, the blame won’t fall on you because this is Satoru’s event– He could berate you for… something, but you aren’t getting fired. You’ve seen him go back to his old shell, whenever you look at him you start to see glimpses of his eighteen-year-old self, and it takes everything in you to put up a cold front.

The night finally arrives, and you’re getting yourself ready for the exciting event. You’re wearing a simple long black dress, and you’re finishing up the effortless makeup that you told yourself you wouldn’t spend too much time on. Yet, you find yourself wiping away the most minor mistake and redoing the step all over again.

“Ren’s got a tummy ache and doesn’t want you to go.” Your mom leans on the doorframe of the bathroom, and you sigh before you stick out your bottom lip. Your baby boy has been as clingy as ever, and as much as you wish to spend the rest of your evening with him, you have to leave. You still have to work.

“Ren, come here, baby!” You yell, and your mother moves out of the way so the boy can pass to the bathroom. It’s taking longer than usual for him to pop up. You crouch down when he’s in front of you, and you kiss his cheek, leaving a stain of red lipstick on his skin. You would laugh at the sight, but worry consumes you when your lips touch his skin and you feel it warm. The back of your hand touches his forehead, and you look up at your mother, “He does have a slight fever. Nothing worrying though.”

“I’ll keep a close eye on my favorite grandson.” Your mother says, making you chuckle. Ren is her only grandson, of course he’s going to be her favorite. You doubt she’ll be getting more in the future. She grabs your son’s hand to take him out of the bathroom so you can finish getting ready without your clingy baby by your side. “You want some ice cream, honey? We can do whatever you want when your mom leaves.”

You’re almost going to tell your mom to not allow the child to do whatever he wants when you’re gone, but surprisingly enough, you hear him reject the offer. It makes your brows furrow, but you try to put yourself in his shoes. When you have a cold the only thing you want is to lay in bed, snuggled up in a blanket so you understand. You try to focus on doing your makeup since you have to get going soon, after all, you have to show up early to help set up the event. You’re not invited, you’re responsible for helping set up. In other words, this is part of your job.

Ren doesn’t want you to leave when he sees you walk toward the door, but you assure him that you’ll be back soon. Tomorrow you’d do whatever he wants to do but you have to leave for the night. He reluctantly agrees, and you leave him behind to begin your work night.

The moment you get to the hall, you dread all the work you have to do. At first you’re worried, thinking about Ren, but ensuring that everything turns out as desired is what takes over your mind. You’re the one that’s making sure everything turns out as perfect as possible, which should be Satoru’s duty, yet he’s nowhere to be found. But you’re sure he’s worried since it’s his first big event, so you give him the benefit of the doubt.

Ten minutes before guests are expected to arrive, your boss finally appears. Satoru looks as handsome as ever, wearing a black tuxedo, his hair slicked back. You try not to admire how good he looks, but you’re sure he notices. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it.

“Sayo took forever to get ready.” He puffs out a breath, and you peek your head to find the woman, but you don’t see her. “She’s in the car… Apparently her makeup still wasn’t ready.”

“Oh…” You respond, and you try to tell him that everything is set. Decorations are set. Drinks are ready, food as well. We’re just waiting on guests.” You inform him, and you can tell by the way that he looks you up and down, he isn’t listening to you. You feel yourself get more and more nervous with every passing second. “Mr. Gojo?”

“You look stunning.” He compliments you, and your face gets warm. You don’t respond though, you change the topic back to the event that’s about to happen, although Satoru doesn’t want to listen to it. The place looks perfect– Plus, he can’t do much now. He grabs two glasses from a tray that sits idle on a table, and he hands one to you. “To a great event.”

“Too early to cheer, is it not? No one has gotten here yet.” You respond. You almost feel bad for responding to him like that, so you assure him, “I think it’ll be fine though.”

He clinks his glass with yours, and you watch him bring the glass up to his lips and take a sip. You follow his lead, and you put it down immediately after. You feel your heart flutter as you look at him, and you force your eyes to avert.

“Will you need me the rest of the night, Mr. Gojo? My cat is sick and I want to leave early to take care of him.” You share, and his brows perk up. He ends up nodding his head, not wanting you to leave early for a stupid cat. “What exactly do you need? I thought you and your wife handled everything else.”

“Just need you around… You represent the company.” He says, and your brows furrow.

“I thought you did since you’re the president.” You tell him.

“And you’re my assistant, therefore, you also represent the company.” He argues. You look at the entrance of the hall, and you watch how Sayo walks in, wearing a stunning red dress. She always manages to make you look inferior, simply by walking inside a room. You understand why Satoru chose her over you, if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t hesitate.

You look back at him, expecting him to watch her with his mouth agape, but he’s staring at you. You sheepishly smile at him, bowing down your head before walking away. At the very least, you’ll have Shoko and Suguru with you. In the end, you’ll manage to sneak out to go back to being with your son.

Hours go by, and the event progresses smoothly, Satoru makes a beautiful speech that leaves you surprised– Something that reminds you of his old self. It’s refreshing to see that he has the ability to be the man that he once was, even if it’s for a split second. You’re seated with Suguru and Shoko, and you converse to kill time.

“How is Ren, by the way?” Suguru asks, and you smile at the mention of your son. You’ve gotten no calls, so you can assume that he’s doing better.

“Poor baby is sick. I just want to leave to be by his side.” You respond, and it catches Shoko’s attention.

“Sick? What does he have?” She questions.

“A cold, didn’t seem anything bad when I left.” You answer. After you answer, her mind drifts elsewhere, and for the first time in the night, you follow her eyes. Her gaze is set on the woman that’s next to Satoru. She spends around a minute staring at Sayo, before she feels your eyes on her. She rolls her eyes before standing up and walking away from the table. It’s a weird reaction, so your response is to follow after her to ask about it.

You stand up to follow after her, but just as you rise from the chair, Satoru approaches your table. “I hope you’re not thinking of leaving.”

“I have to talk to Shoko.” You say, and you walk away from the table to go after her. Satoru’s brows furrow and he takes a seat beside Suguru, asking,

“What’s up with them?”

“Wish I knew.” Suguru answers. “Shoko’s been out of it.”

Satoru then mentions your name, “How’s your relationship progressing? Do you see something more in the future with her?”

“Satoru, focus on your event.” Suguru shuts it down immediately. “Everything is going well, don’t ruin your night by finding out about something you don’t want to hear.”

“It’s just a question, geez.” Satoru rolls his eyes before standing up. He’s about to leave the table, approach another one and ask how everything is going so far. He mutters, “I’m allowed to ask, aren’t we friends?”

“That’s the one part of my life that you aren’t allowed to ask. Not after what you did.” Suguru responds, making Satoru scoff before walking away.

While they sort their problems out, you look for Shoko, finding her in the bathroom. She fixes her makeup, and you clear your throat before asking, “Everything okay?”

“Mind your business.” She sounds hostile, and you don’t want to push her boundaries. But she’s your friend, and you’re wildly curious to know why she’s been so focused on Sayo. She stops fixing her makeup and glares at you. “If you aren’t going to fix your makeup or pee, then leave.”

“Do you like her?” You ask, since it’s the only possible explanation. Of course, she could also like Satoru, but you doubt that she does. Shoko has never really been interested in men.

“I told you to mind your business.” She repeats. You decide not to push it further. You decide to take a short break, taking your phone out of your purse to check if you’ve missed anything. It hasn’t ringed once so you’re not too worried. You realize that you accidentally silenced your phone, and when you check, you feel your heart drop.

Shoko looks at you through the mirror, watching as you turn a color that’s not your own, your eyes widening. She forgets that she’s mad at you and worriedly asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Ren’s in the hospital, I have to go.” And she watches as you run out of the bathroom, and she stands dumbfounded.

When you get to the emergency room, Ren has already been moved to a private room. He’s laying in the hospital bed, not in as much pain as before since he got his medicine. You look at your mother, who sits beside her grandson, giving all her attention to him.

“What is it?” You ask, worry translating in your voice.

“An appendicitis. He has surgery very early in the morning.” Your mother answers. She watches the tears that have accumulated in your eyes stream down your face as you look at your son. You should’ve listened to him and stayed when he told you he was sick. “I contacted Mrs. Gojo before coming to the hospital and she arranged for everything to be quick. She’s stopping once the event finishes.”

“Thank the lord for the power of her money.” You answer, going to Ren’s side. He fights back his sleep, his lids heavy and closing on their own. You kiss the top of his head, and grab his little hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, honey.”

“It’s okay.” He says, although he could’ve used you by his side when he was getting injected.

“I promise that after this, we’re going to spend a lot more time together.” You respond, and you’d be worried about making an empty promise, but you’re done. You’re quitting. Your job is consuming you, and you need to pay more attention to the little boy that’s in front of you. He’s your everything, and time goes by fast. You then look at your mother, “You can go, mom. I’ll keep you updated.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving.” She tells you, and a chuckle leaves your lips. Nerves were eating her alive when the doctors took him to run some tests on him, she can’t sleep soundly tonight if she isn’t close to Ren. Her stomach growls and she says, “I might get some food. But I’ll be back.”

“Of course, mom. I’ll be here.” You try to smile at him. You take a seat in her old seat, and you keep your eyes on Ren. His eyes keep closing on their own, and you lay your head on the empty space of the bed, about to fall asleep just like him.

Ren has been your entire world for the time that he’s been alive, you have no idea what you’d do if something would happen to him. You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that when he took his first breath, he automatically became your first priority. You’d die for him.

You slowly drift off, and you hear Ren mutter ‘daddy’, and you feel your heart swell. He’s probably thinking about his dad again, and you begin to wonder how he imagines his father. Does Ren think they look alike? Because they certainly do, they’re practically twins.

Until you hear it again, and you lift up your head to look at your son. Yet, Ren’s eyes are wide open, and you’re paralyzed. You can’t move your head to look at the direction Ren looks.

Your eyes follow his gaze, and you nearly puke at the sight. Wide blue eyes are staring at the both of you. He takes deep heavy breaths, completely baffled at the sight that’s in front of him.

You murmur, “Satoru…”

So Ren isn’t a cat.

#NO WAY #NO FUCKING WAY #IM SHAKING OH MY GOD ITS NEAR #*tucks hair behind ear* Suguru tho #ALSO SHOKO AND SAYO? REAL LESBIANS #Satoru done messed up the wlw thats for sure #bro messed a lot #OMG REN BBY MOTHER INSTINCT ARE KICKING IN #Cant wait for this real

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droopywrites · 6 months

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CRYBABY.

husband!gojo satoru x reader

tags : fluff, slight angst, family, children, domesticity.

summary : gojo comes back home after a long mission and his babies aren't happy to see him :(

gojo satoru, father of your 7 months old twins comes back home at night after a long mission. how long has it been? three weeks... three weeks since he left home. he can't wait to cuddle with you and his munchkins. he is carrying a lot of souvenirs in his hands. for three weeks he had been buying almost everything his eyes lands on because everything reminded him of you and the babies.

when gojo entered the home, he looks at the clock. it's 10 pm. the babies might be sleeping, he thinks. he walks towards the study because he knows you'll be there doing the paperwork as always. his was body was tired from a really long gruesome combat. he needed a good night's sleep. but his heart was practically leaping with joy now that he reached his family.

when he hears the babies giggling from the nursery he immediately ran towards them to witness it. ever since you both became parents gojo has been missing out on all the important milestones due to his missions.

you were too engrossed in the cute giggles that you didn't sense your special grade sorcerer husband until he was few metres away. however as he entered the nursery your daughter and son started crying in panic. "where are my precious babies at...?" he is confused about his children's mood change.

"satoru, honey welcome back home" you smile at him while picking your babies up from the crib. you try to calm them but they cry even louder as he approached closer. immediately it clicked for the both of you. "do they not recognize me?" you could see his lips trembling.

"satoru.." you knew your husband was entering full on emo mode "..they are babies, they didn't see you for few weeks. they are probably overwhelmed by your curse energy". you sits down with your babies on your lap. you are rubbing their backs to calm them down.

"come here, honey" you smile at him in assurance. he walks towards you and sits down on the floor by your feet. you can see his eyes tearing up, he is trying his best not to cry. oh, satoru.

"kaito, look it's your father say hi" you take your son's hand and place it on gojo's hand. the baby blinks his teary eyes at gojo for few times then stretches his arm gesturing his father to pick him up. gojo scooped him from your lap instantly and hugged him. "dada..." your daughter aoki started jumping on your lap. your husband smiled at your baby girl and reached for her. they both hugged him by his neck.

"oh my precious babies.. i missed you all so much" he kissed both of them. "see, they wouldn't forget their dada" your heart swelled with adoration. they looked so tiny in his arms. you couldn't help but smile at the sight. you sat down on the floor and joined the hug party "we missed you too" you told him before pressing your lips on his.

"what am i going to do with you.. such a crybaby" you scrunched your nose with fondness seeing his toothy grin. now that's the smile you fell for all those years ago.

he started unpacking his gifts. most of them were digimon plushies and baby clothes. the babies simply started chewing on them sending satoru into panic. they kissed him when he layed them down on their crib. you both turned off the lights after seeing them fall asleep.

he held your hand while walking back to your bedroom. "mm.. 'toru where are my souvenirs?" you grin at him. he was smiling back at you. he retrieved a small box from his pants pocket. it was a gold chain with a ruby flower locket. "it's beautiful" you tell him. he turned you around and put it on your neck. he then kissed your nape.

you kissed his cheek and he grabbed you closer by your waist. your mouths met for a passionate kiss. "i missed you so much 'toru" you said in between the kiss. "must have been hard for you to be on your own and taking care of them.. i'm sorry" he was looking at you. you cleared you throat " they are full of energy, they're yours afterall. and yes i need you around more. they need you too" you said. "nanami thinks you're a pushover for taking up all these missions from higher ups and staying away from your family too much" you smiled at him. "me? a pushover??... i am" he pursed his lips in realisation. his kouhai is always right. gojo had been a bit easy on the elders after all. he needs to remind them that he has a family and he will not allow them to dump everything on him. "you are needed by everyone, you are the strongest after all. but always remember you have a family who loves you and needs you." you pinched his cheek. "what would i do without you" he sighed and kissed your hands. "go take a shower, i'll prepare something for you to eat. you look like you've like a starved cat" you throw a towel at him. he snorts at your comment "i'll be done in 10 minutes" he kisses your cheek and makes a run for the bathroom.

#TWINS MY HEART #Also awwww

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droopywrites · 6 months

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"Please! Gojo with a baby that looks like him. He loves his baby so much that he asks his wife for another one." - REQUESTED BY: @arisucat

❦ 🥹🥹🥹🥹 can he come back already pls

Satoru doesn't think he's seen anything more perfect.

A chunky little thing, his beautiful baby girl lays comfortably cradled against his chest, her tiny eyelashes fluttering against the tops of her cheeks as she sleeps peacefully. Safe and sound, protected by the strong arms of her dad.

Ever since she was born, you've insisted she looks just like him: snow white hair and pretty blue eyes that could melt just about anyone, but Satoru swears she looks just like you. Beautiful and simply perfect with a smile that could rival any angel's. Yeah, she's you made over.

If you were awake right now instead of lost in your peaceful slumber under the covers next to him, he'd be going on and on about how, "Our baby's the coolest baby in the world," or, "You think I could teach her how to throw a punch?"

If you were awake, you'd say, "Satoru, she's only six weeks old," with that cute giggle he always earns from you.

God, he wants to shake you awake, wants to lean into you and share the love of the baby you made together, but he knows you need your rest. You were up late last night, doing your best to soothe your crying daughter for hours on end. And because Satoru's an obnoxiously heavy sleeper, he hadn't even noticed until you were stepping back into your shared room, in tears yourself.

He had apologized profusely, pulling you both into his loving embrace as he insisted on taking over so he could help you both relax and stop the neverending flow of stressed tears. It didn't take long for your baby to calm her crying and be rocked to sleep in his arms.

You had laughed to yourself then, resting your face in the crook of his neck as you muttered, "Daddy's girl."

And he takes pride in that.

He loves you—both of you—so, so much. So much, it overflows and it spills out to the point he can't contain the grin on his lips each time he looks at either of you. His special girls.

You're leaning against his shoulder before he knows it, tugging him from his thoughts as you bring a gentle hand to trace along your baby's cheek. "Has she been sleeping well?" you ask softly, still groggy from your early morning nap.

"Mhm," he reassures you, placing a loving kiss on the top of your head. "Been out like a light."

You smile as you lean further into his affection. "Just like her dad."

"You're not gonna let me forget about that, are you?" he complains, despite the quiet laugh he lets out.

"No." You giggle, sitting up just enough to kiss the tip of his nose. "But it's okay, 'Toru, I still love you."

There it is. That giggle. A simple melody he wants to play over and over again.

Your daughter has the same song in her veins, has the same crinkle of her eyes when she grins. She may have his white hair and his blue eyes, but she has your unnatural ability to make even the darkest of things become bright again.

He rests his forehead against yours, unable to stop the way his mouth stretches into a grin. "Let's have another."

You blink at him, then laugh. "What?"

"Another baby," he explains. "Let's have our own army of babies! We'd be unstoppable."

You laugh again, that beautiful symphony, and peck his lips once, twice, a third time for good measure. "You're crazy," you joke lovingly, eyes sparkling as they gaze into his.

"Yeah," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Crazy in love~"

You roll your eyes at that, but the glow on your face is enough to tell him you're feeling the same happiness he is.

So, yeah, Satoru is sure—nothing could ever be more perfect than his two beautiful girls.

#God I hate him so much (pls come back i cant take it anymore)#Dad gojo strikes again

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