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greycaelum · 6 months

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Ok im gonna drop this here for u to write it whenever u want,cause its been hunting me

Royalty au where gojo and reader are living happily,that is until someone poisons his queen when they're having dinner together.

She drinks the wine,and suddenly falls to the ground while throwing up blood and blood running from her eyes. Shoko manages to save her and geto holds gojo back so he doesnt do anything stupid. But when his queen wakes up she's really weak so shoko tells gojo about a flower that'll heal her up,so gojo leaves in order to search for it.

But when he's back,geto leads him to the flower garden the queen loves and he finds her among the flowers,a little better and seeing her not on deadbed has him running toward her,lifting her up and spinning while both of them laugh and kiss

Happy ending

Scribbles & Doodles—Lotus Tears

—Elven Emperor Gojo Satoru X Human Empress Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat. "Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day. He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content. "For you, always, My Flower."

𑁍 Genre: historical fantasy, elves/faes, dark magic if you squint, interracial marriage

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (4.3k)— poison, mad Satoru, elven traditions and cultures, fluff, angst, comfort, implication of major character death, mating bonds, talks of rebirth

𑁍 ✒️☕: Hi to the person who sent this ask. Pardon the very long wait, but I loved writing this one, I just need to say your ask is one of my fave ideas for elf Satoru so I tweaked some things, fantasy tropes are my favorite to write to escape canon~ Grey,

At night when you lay in their bed, your head atop his chest, he cannot sleep a wink for he has forever to spare and only a lifetime with you in his arms. For such a fragile flower, even a man who has grown bleak and untouched over the long passage of time, Satoru cannot help but stroke your head gently, scaring the pixies who would try to sneak in to soak with his mate's presence. He doesn't know if it's a good thing or bad that his mate is loved by the small faes. But one thing is for sure, he doesn't delight that they are trying to pry you awake from his arms. It's no secret he doesn't like sharing... especially when it's about you.

For a human to become the Empress of the High Courts is an unheard thing. Improbable would be the word. And you do not need to know what methods Satoru used to make this happen. Because you already knew that behind his delicate beauty, lies the prickly thorns that wield the absolute power over nature. There is a reason why he was able to rule undisputedly in the indifferent flow of nature over the passage of time.

When he married you, he knew he would uproot the earth and supplant it again and again to give whatever you desired. He is the supreme ruler and Emperor of the High Courts and would only sheath his indifference in the presence of his Empress. He has broken down the millennial walls covering his heart and found himself enthralled by the maiden who never feared the Dark Woods. She found beauty in the mystery of the borders, and he found solace in her presence. She has grown to be his beloved Flower.

Fortunately for you, even as a born human, you have adapted to the faes far quicker. Learning their language and making up for your lack of magic, you learned diplomacy. It was not easy to learn such an intricate affair, but fortune has smiled upon you, with Satoru, who has boundless knowledge of the matter to be your tutor.

"Is this adequate enough?" Satoru hopefully looked at you in the mirror and the craft he had finished for a satisfactory answer.

"Satoru, we are not going to any gathering, are we?" You chuckled as you sat in front of the golden mirror while Satoru stood behind, holding an ivory comb in his hand as he carefully brushed your silky tresses. Small flowers adorned your hair like trinkets as he wove them skillfully into a braid. At this point, your handmaidens have lost their job, with your mate attending to almost everything you need unless he is away for the court.

"At least let me do this before I leave for my duties." He brought the tip of your hair to his lips, kissing it as he stared at you, a longing look on his face. This prompt you to turn the chair and face the elven emperor.

"Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day.

He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content.

"For you, always, My Flower." Satoru tilted your chin and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "I do not wish to leave." He grumbled and connected your forehead, staring right into your eyes.

Your soft chuckle fluttered through his ears as you reached to cup his cheeks and stare into his eyes. A sense of tranquility floated in your orbs bringing his heart into a puddle of cotton.

"I will wait for you at dinner, Satoru. So the earlier you finish the earlier we see each other. Alright?"

"Alright, as you wish." Satoru sighed and kissed the tip of your nose. "The things you make me do..."

He never thought he would one day sit under the shade of foliage with his Empress on his lap, reading through some parchments while he pilfered some wildflowers to braid her hair. Or to walk while gently pulling the reins of his equine, leading the elk through safe passages whilst you ride on the back. Things he never imagined and things he never thought he would do. But the second you came it all seemed natural for him to indulge you in every way possible.

You are like a brittle glass flower to him that he cannot help but wrap you in the most flawless silks and softest ermine furs. You evoke in him a firm sense of fierce protectiveness.

So imagine the horror and derangement inside him when you were still smiling and talking with him at the dinner table but suddenly blood flowed down your nose, followed by a series of coughs drawing blood from your throat as you dropped to the floor, desperately gasping for air.

If it wasn't for his friend Suguru, a Dragon Lord who he has grown with, who happened to visit the very same day only to pin him down in his rampage of killing the perpetrators hiding in the imperial kitchen staff, perhaps one-fourth of the castle must've already been slaughtered.

All he could see was red. The burning flames consuming the imperial castle and the wilting forest mirrored the despair in his heart. He couldn't hear that his people were wailing for him. All he could ever see was his mate dying each second from the potent poison coursing in her bloodstream.

"Don't touch her!"

He snarled with pure frenzy when Shoko tried to reach out to your unmoving body in his arms.

"Satoru, Shoko is only going to heal her. Your mate needs help." Suguru tried to reason with the livid, elven emperor cradling the unmoving body of his bleeding empress. "She would not do anything to her, only help her."

Suguru could see how unfocused and distraught the dark blue eyes of his friend were, so far from his usual calm and regal sense. Satoru's eyes were bloodshot red. Thankfully, he didn't move when Shoko reached out again to heal his mate.

A faint color of life returned to your face, but you were still as pale as alabaster, still unconscious. The fire consuming the woods slowly died down... A slight sense of sanity returned to Satoru, who held you close, ready to hide you from the world if not for Shoko's words.

"She's in moratorium state... I've only managed to stabilize her body and freeze the poison to stop it from spreading further. Right now, we need to find an antidote... Or else she will only have seven days to live. For now, let's take the Empress to a safe place." Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked back to the fire slowly dying down, leaving shared trees and ashes. "And fix the chaos you have ignited, Your Majesty, the Emperor."

There are, but severely few times he let his emotions overcome him. He could count it in his hand. But ever since that sight of your throwing up blood, Satoru experienced a myriad of emotions he thought he was never capable of.

Fear... Despair... Uselessness... and most of all heartbreak...

You don't know how many millions of times his soul has shattered in every second he held your cold hand whilst he channeled all healing spell he knows into your body as you sleep on the cradle of the sacred tree cushioned by wildflowers and vines dangling down the archaic branches of the colossal wood. It seems you're merely asleep, but it feels like it's been forever since he last saw your eyes. The reality is that day by day, you are losing your life while all he can do is sit here, rooted in place, too afraid that if he steps away, he might not see you again.

"Your Majesty..." Shoko came forward. The Emperor has been sitting here for three days straight beside his dying mate in silence holding her hand, unmoving, and would attack anyone who dares to step one foot closer to the lying Empress. The court matters have been neglected, with only the elders holding the court together in his absence. The woodlands are closely related to the essence of the Emperor. The depression of his heart manifested in the woods, which gradually lost the green leaves and were replaced by withered branches...

"I have found a possible cure for the Empress."

Shoko had never felt strong empathy, but she did feel a bit of ache for her friend when he raised his head at her, almost pleading with his bloodshot eyes.

"Speak."

"Do you remember the Sacred Tombs of Tvar?"

The sacred burial grounds of the late Empresses. It's deep-seated in the heart of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs, guarded by the mythical beasts his forefathers have created to protect the resting place of the late Imperial Rulers.

"What about it?" Satoru has only been there once when his Imperial Father has taken him to visit his late Mother. It's a mystical mountain filled with ancient elements, from the creatures to the plants, that can only be heard in folklore.

"For high faes like us, the poison the Empress has induced was nothing serious. But to humans, it is lethal." Shoko sighed. "The spell I cast was only a valve to keep the poison at bay until we can find an antidote. On the seventh day, when the sun rises, the spell will cease to exist, and the poison will corrode her bo—"

"Tell me, what should I do? Anything Shoko. I would kill if I had to." The bones on his knuckles protruded with his clenched fists. The Emperor cut her off. He would not hear her say such ominous words about his mate's life.

He would uproot the earth to find anything that can cure you. Anything.

"Killing might be going too far, but it's not impossible." Shoko took out from her robe a parchment containing a sketch of what seemed like a flower and handed it to her Emperor. She never slept over the three days in a desperate search for any cure. "There's a flower that can only be seen in the Sacred Tombs of Tvar that may be able to save the Empress. As we all know, only the direct descendant of the Imperial Family can enter the Mountain of Hanging Tombs."

The Mountain of Hanging Tombs is as ominous as the name implies. It's a mountain range covered with black mist and ferocious mythical animals and exotic plants. It's not that only the direct descendants of the Imperial Elven Bloodline can enter the mountains, but the lower beasts residing on the foot of the mountains refrain from attacking an imperial descendant since they are born from the first Emperor's blood as well. No ordinary fae can survive these mythical beasts, and could only result in death. Thus, it has become known not to venture deep into the mountains.

Satoru, however, wasted no time to cross the valleys leading to the burial grounds. He needs to find that flower.

Lotus Tears...

It is said that the flower can heal any illness. However, it's impossible to scour for the elusive flower, which roots deep only in the burial grounds of the Empresses and leave unscathed from the toxic plants and mythical animals on top of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs that will attack him at any given second.

"Why do you always put the flower on my left ear? I'm not yet married." You asked him during one of the days he stayed longer to watch over you as you searched for some wild, beautiful flowers in the woods.

Satoru stared at the magenta lilacs he conjured from his hands and tucked them into your left ear.

"You look beautiful in any shade of purple..." It matches the color of his robe.

You pursed your lips and huffed clearly not satisfied by his vague answer.

"You didn't answer my question, Satoru."

He chuckled at your angry face, bopping your nose, making you annoyed as you tried to punch him clumsily. The little girl still has the same pout even as she bloomed into a prim and proper lady. It was too adorable even to be called 'angry.' He jumps down the tree and walks up to you, bringing the tip of your hair to his lips for a soft parting salutation.

"Next time... I will tell you, My Precious Flower." With that, he took you to the borders of the human village and the dark woods, as your Mother was already looking for you. He watches you run into the light while slowly walking back into the shadows.

Maybe... He should have never forced this fate on you. You may have called on him in desperation to flee from the humans chasing after you, but he, being the one who knew better, should have returned you to your realm rather than letting his selfishness devour him and claim you as his mate. If he had done so, then you wouldn't have met this predicament.

You wouldn't have been lying in your blood, cold like a corpse...

"Where is she?" Satoru's heart felt like it was dying when he saw that your body was gone from the bed of the sacred tree. "Where is my mate?! Shoko!"

Did he lose you? Did he come too late?

He stared at the blue lotus he so carefully dug out of the perilous mountain despite the throbbing pain on his shoulders after a chimera managed to bite him before he could slay it.

No, you cannot leave him like this... Oxygen left his lungs, and his feet staggered, unable to support the weight of heaven, crushing his soul. His vision is going black, not like this. He barely got to dote on you. Barely got to drown you with the love he has secretly hidden all these years. No, no, no. Satoru's throat ran dry. He wants to scream as if the tearing of his heart wasn't enough to shout his despair.

The forest closely linked to his essence slowly wilted as if joining their Emperor in his mourning. The leaves slowly dried up. The flowers closed, and the vines started shrinking to twigs. His sorrow is mirrored by nature.

His mind went black, his heart slowly crumbled in every passing second that his eyes could not see you. Why did the gods despise him to tear apart the only joy he has ever touched for what seems like an eternity?

"Satoru!" Suguru found him in haste after the forest slowly grew darker and darker.

Who knew that his apathetic friend could have this vast amount of emotions to turn the lush evergreen forest into a barren land? Suguru wasted no time to drag what seemed to be a lifeless Satoru into a maze-like garden.

Shoko was there. She immediately snatched the mystical lotus from the Emperor. Satoru could care. All things pale in comparison to his mate... All things. He dropped to his knees, holding onto your hand.

"Y-Y/n?" Satoru's throat was parched as he saw your sleeping body, with the wilting grass around, as if you were truly taken away into the underworld... This was your favorite garden... All flowers in here, he has grown with his own hands. Not it seems like he has planted those flowers only to send you off to the afterlife. "No, you can't do this to me, My Flower... I would lose my mind." He muttered like a madman, bringing your cold hands to rub against his cheeks, desperately searching for any signs of warmth but finding nothing...

Suguru tried to pry him away from your frail body, but his malevolence met those who tried to separate you from him until the Dragon Lord had no choice but to use all means to knock Satoru out...

The last thing he saw was your sleeping face as he desperately begged his eyes not to close... He needs to see you, to be beside you... to hold you...

"Satoru...?" You were both sitting under the shade of a magnolia tree with his head on your lap, eyes closed from the glaring sun, meanwhile, you intertwined his lustrous hair into a loose braid, tucking little flowers in your masterpiece.

"Hmm?" It was one of the days when he had enough time to traverse the hills with you and meet other fae tribes so you may have time away from the Imperial Courts.

"Promise me that if the memories we have together start to hurt... you will forget me."

His eyes opened in a split second, and he looked back with furrowed brows only to meet your small smile.

"That is nonsense. I would never wish to forget you. You are my mate." Satoru sat straight and took your hand in his. "What led you to this ominous thought, My Flower? Do not think of such things, we are bonded for eternity."

You gently shake your head.

"You're an elf... I'm a human. Our life span runs differently. Some day... You will have to remember me longer than you have held me..." The bitterness of your eyes was quickly concealed as you closed them. "That's simply the order of nature..."

Satoru was tongue-tied... He cannot face that reality yet... Not yet... If ever the Lady of Light is listening to him, he prays that the sun and moon slow down... Forever never seems to be enough...

Forever will never be enough...

"Satoru...?"

He wishes never to wake up. If you're not in the world he opens his eyes to, he may as well live in this fantasy. He has lived such a long time in solitude. So even if it's just a fragment of imagination or make-believe, he would choose that sweet lie rather than face the cold reality you're gone...

"Satoru..."

Your voice... It's sweeter than the sirens and softer than the small faes singing with the birds in early dawn...

A soft touch brushed off the fringes on his temples, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. Unable to bear the brightness, his eyes opened and looked up to the blue sky...

Slowly, his blurry eyes met your worried ones as you tucked your hair behind your ear while staring at him with his head laying on your lap.

"You're finally awake... Thank goodness!" You sighed and smiled. "Welcome home, Satoru..."

Your hair... It's not the same color as it was... It shone a bright silver like his under the sunlight, which only the imperial descendants can inherit... But he knew it was you... His soul tells him so.

"Y-Y/n?" He reaches out to touch your cheeks that have grown prominent... more elf-like... "This isn't a dream?"

Your sweet chuckle filled his ears as your warm palms held his and pressed it to your cheeks, kissing his wrist.

"I must've worried you so... I'm sorry, but I'm fine now... because of you."

You're really warm... So warm, you melted the millennial thorny wall he built around his heart. Your palms are so dainty compared to him, but they have always been able to soothe him more than anything else.

"You... You look like me..." Satoru slowly sat up as he took in your features. "My Flower... you look like a fae..." Satoru is a bit confused about the sudden transformation. You look just as you are, but the silver hair, pointy ears, and sharper features...

"It must've been because of the flower's healing attributes," Shoko explained, taking a step forward to assess the changes on you, who indeed looks like an elf now.

"Explain, Shoko." Satoru looked at the woman as he was adamant about answers.

"The flowers had healing attributes; it's just a speculation, but aside from healing, we all know that lotus also signifies rebirth. The flower may have deemed it necessary to change the human blood running in the Empress's veins into elven blood for her to heal from the poison fully... As for the silver hair, I can only think that since the Lotus Tears came from the sacred buriel grounds of the late Empresses, it must have absorbed most of their remaining energy and passed it on to the Empress through the flower's healing attributes..."

"Does that mean my Mate is now an elf?" Satoru cannot believe how these events have turned out for you and him. He took your hand and studied your features... You are still you, but indeed, there swirls a more mystical air around you, and only a faint scent of human blood is left lingering in you.

"The Empress is not yet fully an elf at the moment, but I am sure before the fortnight ends, her transformation will be complete, and she will truly be a full-fledged fae, like us." Shoko nodded.

You stared at Satoru... The once wilting forest which you woke up to slowly regained life.

For a man so stoic, he is an open book... You can't help but chuckle as the smaller faes slowly creep out of their homes and rejoice at the blossoming life enveloping the woods again. Shoko and Suguru have left, leaving you and your mate some privacy in the garden.

"I..." Satoru cannot confess enough what he had done out of rage and sorrow when he thought you were gone.

"I know..." You shake your head telling him to speak no more as you took him in your arms... This time, you could feel him ever closer, hear his thoughts louder, and see him clearer. Everything he has done and he has said, you knew and felt in each passing second... But no words were uttered, as you can feel the remorse coursing in his being. What he needs the most is your embrace...

Nature can renew itself as long as it is given care and time...

The trees are once again full of luscious foliage, the grass is back to its evergreen hue, and the different faes have returned to their homes and gone through their duties as usual. Satoru is somehow a bit busier with the court matters, while you, the Empress, needed a little more recuperation before you come back to your court duties.

"Your Majesty... We always knew you smelled sweet even before you became like us."

The smaller sprites sat on your finger as they flapped around you, more drawn than ever. It seems that your new form has made you more captivating to their instincts, just like how they are drawn to the presence of their Emperor.

"Really? Though, I know you just want more sugary treats." You played with their cheeks until they perked up and bowed to someone. "See you tomorrow, Your Majesty!"

You didn't have to guess who made the little sprites flee in haste.

You turned around, and sure enough, you were swept off your feet as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. His sweet sandalwood scent filled your senses, soothing your racing heart.

"I missed you, My Flower... What did my mate get for me?" Satoru looked at the basket you're holding, filled with several flowers from the garden he built for you.

"It's nothing much... It's too loose to be called a crown." You showed him the crown you clumsily made with some lilacs. But Satoru guided your hand to put it on his head, indulging you with anything. You have now fully turned into an elf. Bright silver hair, lucid eyes, and the sweet scent of jasmine and orchid around you with the purple robes that only the Imperial Rulers can wear. Anyone who sees you will immediately recognize you as an Imperial Fae and their Empress.

"I would take anything you offer me, Y/n." Satoru softly kissed her forehead... his lips slowly kissed his way down your nose until he found your lips. "Can I ask for a kiss?"

"What if I say my kisses are not offered?" You raised a brow.

Satoru merely shrugged it off with a smirk.

"I'm pretty sure you can make exceptions for your husband, no?" Satoru chuckled. "Can I have my kiss now?"

Your sweet smile and soft giggle drowned in as he captured your lips for a gentle but passionate kiss.

If the lotus has tears, he will shed it only and only for you...

—GreyCaelum

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greycaelum · 1 year

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i just read the alpha satoru (w/ pregnant so) and i NEED A MORE ELABORATED ONE 😭 like what was his reaction when he found out that his mate is pregnant then how was he during the process and when his mate was giving birth and first few months of his pups 😭😭

this is probably (most likely) a long request so answer it at your own pace !! you made me crave alpha satoru so much 😭 ily grey 😁

Jujutsu Kaisen: Alpha CEO Gojo Satoru X Pregnant Wife Reader

The closing piece for Gentle Affection Collections!

[Notes & Warning: NSFW, non-curse AU breeding kink, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, creampies, pregnancy kink & stages, domestic life, hurt-comfort themes, arguing, childbirth, protective and possessive Satoru, post-partum mentions, child-rearing, soft family themes, Satoru is horny and a softy dadda, EXPLICIT SMUT will welcome you the moment you push that 'keep reading button', YOURSELF, YOUR RESPONSIBILITY, you are not obliged to read this stuff if you don't want to and uncomfortable with such themes. Word Count: 5.6k not proofread]

"This genre is my to-go when I'm stressed, it's one of my top comforts, thank you and I did take my time HAHAHAHA sending you my hugs and lots of love! I had to stop writing or else it will be too long~ Thank you for joining me on this journey, GAC Event is finally drawing it's curtains, XOXO." —Grey,

Nascency

Your body quivered from the sweet and hard pounding of the man above you who is as breathless and burning in the heat. A hot tongue licked the tears dribbling down your cheeks as Satoru constantly release his calming sandalwood-scented pheromone to soothe your hazy senses while he urgently filled your moist and abused cervix.

At this point, you cannot distinguish if it's your juices or Satoru's cum oozing and being pushed in and out of you by his thick and rigid shaft. Your tender walls have memorized every vein and the bulbous head of his member kissing the deepest corner of your womanhood. Every time Satoru pulls out your hot core spasm, your walls are begging him to fill your already stuffed passage with his hot baby batter.

"S-Satoru," Your slurred scream accompanied by your nails digging so deliciously into the expanse of your mate's back made him ache for you so much more.

"Hmmm?" He chuckled and wipe the tears dribbling down your eye corners.

"Too f-full," loud stuttering whimpers were accompanied by coquettish mewls when his tip hit your spots, the walls of your sore mounds gripped him too tight, wrapping around his flesh like a vice driving him to a frenzy. "I can't-" you cried between your slurred whimpers. "'s too b-big Alpha."

Satoru chuckled at your blabbering. How cute. His little mate reduce to a puddle while he fucks you over and over.

No matter how many times Satoru enters you, the sheer massive girth of his member stretching you open, rearranging your guts never failed to knock the oxygen out your lungs.

"It has to be full or else how am I gonna put my pup in you? Hmm?" Satoru grunted, at your salacious moans, pulling your leg to hook it above his shoulder granting him deeper access to your recess so that he could feel his seed escaping your folds. "You're gonna be a great mother, Sweetheart," Fuck, his hot seed should be crammed inside your womb, how could he knock you up if his cum keep seeping out of you? Not like this. He snarled and feel the root of his hot rod throb uncontrollably. "Cum," growling in your ear, Satoru desperately chased after his high, driving fast and hard in your spasming heat

"W-wan'," you nod in your exhausted state, eyes half-lidded and a daze while staring at Satoru's body. "Want i-inside me," you gasp in between his powerful thrust. "C-cum inside, please!"

A harsh curse followed by a guttural groan filled your ears and his unbearable girth entered your womanhood. Satoru's hand found its place above your stomach where his pup will grow, the thought of seeing your belly swell with his child inside made Satoru's heart soar so hard. Your leaky nipples making sweet milk and seeing you waddle around, heavily pregnant because of him. That ought to declare to anyone who dares to eye you who made you pregnant and whose pup you're carrying. Just the image of you holding your swelling belly made him preen.

"You're gonna make me a Daddy yeah?" He moaned, savoring the last of his powerful thrust, feeling his release coming anytime. He's in his most potent phase, he's gonna put that seed in your fertile womb. "You're gonna so pretty, waddling around our home." He bucked into you almost stuttering at how tight you were clenching around him. "Fuck Sweetheart!"

"Y-yeah," your head threw back with his, eyes wide and sweet shivers of climax crawling up your spine. Your arms and legs jerk in shuddering spasms as you let go and cum around his member triggering Satoru's release. With one last push, he shoved his rod fully inside up to the root of his knot.

Your mewls and whimpers of Satoru's name made him shiver and his member pulsed inside you, thick splurts bathed your weeping core until you feel dizzy and so full, milking down his every worth straight into your fertile womb, the thickness of his bulbous knot plugged you up keeping his hot sticky seeds from escaping from you.

Your Alpha breeding you deeply, as the streams of his cum gradually tide down but the knot remains hard with no signs of deflating anytime soon.

Your breaths slow down gradually to soft whines and purring. Breathing still ragged but no more sobs. Gaining back his senses Satoru found you passed out and spent but completely fine. But when he stared down your bloated belly, ounces of pride poked his heart, surely he knocked you up with that, if not, the two of you can always try as many times as needed.

"Just grow inside there little guy, your Dad needs to take care of Mom here." Rubbing your stomach, Satoru shifts to his side to cradle you in his arms.

A pang of guilt hit him seeing your tired and worn out sleeping face, the tears on your cheeks that have dried up squeeze some ounces of curses on himself for always pushing you off your limits.

"I'll make it up to you mate." His nose nuzzles your sweat gland, soaking you with his scent until you're covered with the same sandalwood scent as him.

Cute purrs and sighs filtered out of your lips as your body subconsciously curl into Satoru's arms, laying your cheeks on his sweaty chest with his knot still inside of you. He pulls the blanket up above your shoulders, pressing a kiss full of adoration against your nape, his arm protectively resting above the curve of your hip, a palm cradling your tummy where his pup is about to be conceived. You smell so heavenly soaking in his smell as Satoru scented you over and over until he's fully satisfied with your sweet blissful scent.

"Are you okay? You've been sleeping throughout the day." Shoko extended you a bottle of water.

"I dunno but for some reason, I'm sleepy these past few days, SAD must be getting me." You slumped to the table. "Spring always gives me the chills."

"Seasonal Affective Disorder, huh?" Shoko sized you up, her eyes landed on your stomach. "Are you hungry?"

"Uhm, do we have natto in the cafeteria? I wanna eat natto."

You missed the look of disgust on Shoko's face at the mention of the fermented sticky soybeans.

You have to get that natto at once.

"There's my hoodie thief," Satoru emerged from the closet with only his boxers on, strutting in all his naked glory.

Your eyed him with caution and hug yourself, wearing his oversized comfy hoodie and slid down the covers in denial of your mate's accusations.

"You want my shirts pretty girl?" Satoru chuckled, pushing you into the bed so he could squeeze in. You curl into him with your back against Satoru's chest while his arm rest on your hip, his hand finding it's way to cradle your belly in the warmth of his callous palm.

"I want some natto, do something Gojo," you grumbled.

"You're also a Gojo," he scoff and pinched your cheeks. You smell so nice that it lulls Satoru to a peaceful state. You smell like vanilla and lemon, mixed with his scent sticking faintly but all over you. The tip of his nose found the space of your neck, unable to resist nosing his way up and down followed by his thumb drawing circles on your belly.

"Uhmm" Fluttering butterflies dance in the pool of your stomach rendering you purring for more of your Alpha's soothing touch.

"Have you notice anything unusual these past few days?"

"Huh?" You breathe, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

You're too daze to focus as Satoru's teeth bite and tug the shell of your ear while you're cage between his legs. Lately you've been feeling more hotter, like there's a flicker of heat burning steadily in your core.

"I'm hot," you hummed, twisting your body around, straddling Satoru, and push your hands against his shoulders, your knees on his side while you hover dangerously above his pelvis.

"Hmmm, yes my Sweetheart is hot," he agreed in a low voice, languidly tucking the hanging strand of hair behind your ear.

Fuck, you could feel yourself throb listening to Satoru's deep voice, his lips curve to a smirk and you could almost taste how sweet they were whenever he kiss you.

"It's not that," you shook your head and lay your body on top of him, snuggling your face against his hard pectoral muscles, taking in his cool eucalyptus mint and masculine musk with a hint of aftershave. "I have this mushy feeling that won't go away. My stomach feels like burning and... Ugh!" You bit your lips, confused on how to explain yourself.

Satoru's eyes wandered down your exposed belly. His hand rubbed your skin and smiled.

"Wanna get a test?"

Test? You frowned and shook your head.

"Pregnancy test? I wasn't fertile at that time." Your heat was a week after Satoru's rut. Is that possible? Your heart raced at the thought.

"It won't hurt to try." Satoru kissed your head and nudge your temples. You nod. Satoru gathered you in his arms and walk to the toilet.

"Get out," you stare at his body leaning on the wall while you retrieve pregnancy kits from the cabinet.

"Why? I'm happy here. Go on."

You pout watching his face morph into an excited one.

"..."

Squirming in your feet you went in the toilet and use the kit. Satoru watched you the whole process, catching you just in time when you almost slip from your nervousness. After using it you went out and lay the thing in the sink counter while Satoru hug your back, peppering your shoulders with kisses. Never letting you have a moment of wavering that he doesn't want you to get pregnant.

"If it's negative..."

"Practice makes perfect," he drawled sexily and rubbed your belly. You don't know, but he can smell it, the changes in your smell that kept him more insistent in clinging around you. And the second-

He smirked when you check the kit and almost drop it in shock if not for his hand supporting you.

"See, I told you." He turned you around and cup your face, delving down to capture your lips in a sweet passionate kiss.

-and the second heartbeat beating inside you. His little pup he's going to welcome home nine months later with you.

In your prenatal checkup, Satoru almost picked a fight when it was a male who tried to conduct your ultrasound. The beta immediately backed away with an understanding look and called your OB-GYN. Clearly, it wasn't his first time to meet a territorial Alpha over his pregnant mate.

"Petty," you snickered at his direction while you both wait in the clinic. Satoru scoffed, uncaring of your teasing. His hand protectively sprawled on your flat belly. Easing your little fear and replacing it of your excitement to finally meet the little bun inside you.

Your obstetrician came and started the session seeing how eager your mate is.

"It's a very healthy fetus." Your doctor smiled as she held the transducer on your stomach and a loud beat echoed in the room. "That's your baby's heartbeat."

The thumping heartbeat from the machine grasp all your attention that everything around seem to fade away and it's the only thing you could hear. That's your baby. Yours and Satoru's pup.

Satoru felt like he's in love for the first time as he watch the unknown pea size blip formed in fetal position, snug and comfy inside you, his heartbeat rivalring the fast thumps of his little bun. It's like cold water was poured on him while his chest is burning so hot taking away his ability to speak. It was the confirmation that, this is real. Squeezing your hand, Satoru pressed a kiss on your temples and chuckled. "That's our Little Bun, Sweetheart." He chuckled in a raspy voice.

"There's nothing wrong with your baby, it's growing healthy. Are you experiencing any difficulty?"

You don't really know what was going on. Your eyes completely taken and mesmerized by your Baby. Satoru did all the talking while holding your hand.

"She's sleeping all day and night, is that normal?"

The doctor kept talking about progesterone with Satoru while you sat there, dazed.

"I suggest that you do some light exercise, and be careful since the first trimester is the most risky stage. Also you didn't mention about morning sickness, which is great but just look out for it, some women never experience it or start late of the first trimester." The doctor smiled and pointed out foods that should be minimized. "And by the second trimester your sex drive will also return by then."

Oh? You look at a smug looking Satoru.

We're you not supposed to like sex at the first trimester?

Your face heat up remembering the shower just this morning. Unexpectedly Satoru kept a straight face, questioning the doctor as much as possible regarding your needs.

When you watch the morning sickness in dramas you thought they were just exaggerating.

Satoru rub your back and down while you emptied whatever you have in your stomach from last night, it's starting to get so hard that you're tearing up in the sink. Your scent filled with anxiety and stress makes him worry so much as he cannot stop releasing calming pheromones because that's all that he can do to help you and your awful state.

The towel in Satoru's hand wipe your sweat and tears while holding your hair up. After rinsing the bitter bile from your palate, Satoru catch your slumping body and hoisted you up the sink to lean your head into his shoulders.

"W-we should go to the doctor." He moved to grab his phone but you pulled him back in a faint laugh.

Satoru is well-built but seeing what you want he let you tug him back still looking lost in what he should do. His arms circled around you protectively

"It was normal 'Toru," you sighed and soak in his calming scent.

"I don't think so, we need to get a check up in the hospital, what if our baby is allergic to the sandwich we ate last night?" He frowned. The instinctual urge to protect you and his pup is deeply rooted in his brain.

You burst into laughter at his reasoning.

"The doctor will laugh at you." You giggled but it only made your Alpha's frown darker.

"I don't care." He drawled menacingly.

Does he know that he looks so ruthless and hot when he frown? It only made you swoon harder while staring at the crease of his forehead.

"I'm fine, really." You reassured him with a smile. He looks like he got everything in control with his serious face but deep down he's also rattling huh? It only made you pinch his cheeks and cooed him.

"We're going to the hospital if you feel nauseous again." He grumbled.

From then on he learned to have some dried crackers and water nearby.

Along the months Satoru has develop the habit of keeping his hand on your belly of simply leaning his head against your stomach almost to the point of obsession

He says it's his therapy after the long day. To hold you and his little bubby. It ignites a sense of fulfillment and calm in Satoru to bask in your sweet presence.

"Satoru the doctor said it would be around the 4th to 6th month until the baby starts kicking." You rub the peak of your still flat stomach. While Satoru kept his ear against it.

"Didn't you hear the doctor say that forming a close bond with my pup while still inside Mommy's tummy is important. We're just having our father-child talk for today. Right Bubs?" Satoru poked your side and smother his face in your stomach. "Your Mommy is bullying me," he pouted.

"I'm not," you yawned and lean on the headboard. "Can you pass me the biscuits 'Toru?"

Now it was his turn to frown.

"You just told me minutes ago it tastes bad."

"Shut up and get the damn biscuits."

Satoru, half-asleep almost stumbled down the stairs and walk like a zombie to the kitchen. Retrieving the pack of marinated chicken and put oil in the pan to fry them.

"I'm sorry," with your hair in a mess and his shirt covering your body, you joined him in the kitchen with a sullen look of guilt.

Satoru groaned and beckoned you, hoisting you up his lap and nuzzle your temples. A sleepy smile curve up his lips and kiss your temples.

"Just a minute, it's still frying." He yawned and sigh when you snuggled against him and started scenting him. "Bubs, you can't be greedy like this," Satoru place his hand above your belly that has popped and started talking. "Day is okay, but at night... Mom and Dad sleep. Got that Bubs?"

You chuckled and hug him. "I'll think about it Daddy, our baby said."

Satoru laughed and pat you to go down, your fried chicken ready to be served. You happily ate the three pieces while Satoru put the TV on and ice cream on his hand. By the time you're finished with the crisp and crumb Satoru handed you tea and converted the sofa to a bed and gave you the throw pillows. "G'morning, g'night," he bid and shut his eyes.

"G'night Love."

To say that your Alpha is overbearing doesn't cut it. Satoru has made it a mission to be all over you to the point you're starting to get sick with his face.

"I can get my own jam!" You snarled when he move to get your jar of orange jam from the pantry. The snarl made him narrow his eyes but let it go immediately as he see the reason of his disapproval.

"But you have to climb that flimsy stair to reach it," he shot a dissatisfied look on the small stairs you bought in the thrift store so you could reach the pantry designed for Satoru's height. You could slip and hurt yourself, and his little pup growing in you. Satoru won't take any chances.

"I don't want jam. I want fried chicken." You scoff and raise your chin defiantly. Turning your head sideway, crossing your arms.

Satoru shrug and opened the fridge. Patience isn't his good point yet, he overlooks and bends things here and there for you.

"Can we have chicken nuggets for now? You need to eat breakfast first then I'll buy your fried chicken later." He waved the packet of frozen nuggets and got the air fryer ready.

"I want the ones in Family Mart."

"Hmmm, want me to add some ice cream to that?"

"Vanilla!"

Satoru clears his throat as he tries to slip a hand over your waist and tug you between his open thighs.

"Stop," you hissed, swatting your Alpha's hand and walking out of the kitchen with your bowl of ice cream.

Satoru resists the urge to growl at your standoffish demeanor that he has been observing for days now. He's trying to understand that carrying a heavy-growing pup in you can be extremely taxing and frustrating. But must you be so mean?

Satoru carded his hand through the seams of his hair and rub his undercut. Following you to the living room, you barely acknowledge his quick kiss on your nape before pulling away to the corner of the couch. The Alpha inside Satoru is starting to reach the tips of his patience as he sits on the other corner of the couch with his arms crossed and a deep frown on his face.

The bitter scent of his anger lingered around the room making you wince and further bury yourself on the couch, hugging the pillow over your body. Satoru rarely makes you submit forcibly with his pheromones. And it's distressing you whenever he asserts his dominance when you're not in the best capability to answer him.

Satoru immediately noticed the beading tear on the corner of your eyes, accompanied by your glassy eyes looking away from him. Fuck, he almost got out of control. Satoru walks away from the couch to open the sliding door and let the fresh air inside. The angry scent eventually diminished, making you tired and falling asleep from the exhausting encounter.

When you woke up you were already in bed and Satoru was sitting in the far corner of the bedroom, staring at you with a sad look, uncharacteristic of your laid-back Alpha. You could sense his upsetness from the simple flicker of his eyes.

"Talk to me Sweetheart," he groaned hoarsely. "How can I understand if you keep avoiding me?"

You heard the breaking in Satoru's voice that only poked your heart and broke it as well.

The first whimper that spilled from your lips sent Satoru to the side of your bed in worry. He cradles you into his arms, running soothing rubs over your back, instructing you to breathe as you cry between gasps. Your scent and pheromones are all over the place and it's making it hard for Satoru to stop himself from using his pheromones to make you submit. He wants to make you submit, to make you understand he's your Alpha, that he's your provider, your man and you're safe with him.

But if he does that, he's afraid that you'll never tell him what is it that's bothering you. He wants to hear your sweet voice talk to him.

"Shhh, breathe Sweetheart." Satoru coos, pressing gentle kisses on the crown of your head while rocking your quivering body.

"I don't know Satoru," you cried. "Everything feels so wrong!"

You threw weak punches into his shoulders feeling so immature and stupid in your mess. Why does it have to be you to get back pains? The mood swings, and nausea when someone uses the damn shower gel you used to like.

"Why can't you put just three cubes in my juice? I hate your smell. I hate that you can't get your own biscuits!" You exhaled with tears glossing your vision whilst Satoru rub your back shushing you down.

"I feel so heavy! I'm so tired I can't even sleep at night without getting out the bed every 20 minutes to pee."

Satoru felt his heart twinge for you when all he could do is rub your back and hold you tightly. He knows you're needing an extra hand, but he was too busy with work and too obsessed with giving you attention.

After you've exhausted yourself from all the punching. Your breathing calm down and from time to time sniffled in Satoru's wide chest until you fell asleep in your Alpha's hold. Your scent is filled with bitterness that Satoru could taste your distress making him desperate and helpless and could only cajole you in his crooning and stroking your back in sleep.

Later you wake up in the same position with lazy fingers stroking the back of your ear. It made your heart break thinking of what you did earlier. Satoru made no move despite seeing your drowsily opened eyes.

"Alpha..." You keened softly with eyes set on your fidgeting fingers.

Satoru remained silent. He watches your next move but found nothing except your nervous fiddling thumb and you never met his gaze. His throat constricted at your hesitance to look at him. He wrapped his arm around your waist and press his face against your head, the corner of his lips faintly pressed on your temples

A soft touch kissed your forehead followed by light nuzzling. You could feel him cradling you in comfort and assurance with his trace and scent despite not spilling a word. You sighed as Satoru's palm found its way to your belly, stroking your navel up to the peak, rubbing lazy circles until you felt better and ready to raise your eyes.

The tip of his nose trace the bridge of yours in assurance until your sniffles faded into calm breaths.

"I'm sorry 'Toru," you mumbled, squeezing yourself into his arms as if his chest on your back is not enough. Your eyes gaze up into your Alpha's. "For lashing out at you like that."

"You and our child are the most important persons in my life. Don't ever doubt that."

Two weeks before your due you could feel how tense and vigilant Satoru has been. You barely did any chores or even packed your extra hospital bag. You do strolls around the neighborhood or the mall for some light exercise and sunlight. Satoru is working and there's nothing much to do in the house aside from eating or watching TV.

The nursery is designed and ready to use. The baby supplies have also been stocked and organized in the cabinet. You've also made your nest, a pillow galore with all blankets you could find. It's so cozy and you just have the best mate for simply letting you lounge in the forts of pillows and clothes.

Your brother—being busy as the Prime Minister—still didn't forget to tear off Satoru's ear in making sure you're healthy and ready for the babe's birth.

You have to hide the phone from Satoru who is ready to jump to call your OB-GYN with one grunt from you.

It's cute but at the same time, you worry for his sanity. The man barely slept for the past week and you fear for the grueling months to come for him. He has rushed all work he could to be with you before your due week. He's everything in a reliable Alpha you could ever wish for. But often times he needs to slow down too...

Last night was a wild ride when your contractions started and you were rushed to the hospital and did an internal exam. It was so painful. But your cervix was still in a posterior position which means you're not yet gonna give birth. But the doctor advised you to go home where you're more comfortable until your water breaks. Satoru was about to object but you agreed that home will make you feel better than the sterile room of the hospital which will only give you more anxiety.

"Aren't you going to work?" You watch your Alpha work his way through the kitchen with white cotton pants and a messily done knot to bind the apron over his naked top.

"Dad's gonna do the work for the time being in the company." He replied while coating the pork cutlet in breadcrumbs.

You asked him tonkatsu for dinner. Novice as he is in the kitchen but with your directions, you find your husband an adequate cook. A sexy cook...

You leered at the perfect lines and ridges of his back that flex when he moves around. At this rate, you might as well have another dinner.

"Shoko told me most women in their first pregnancy delivers late."

His back tensed up. You almost feel sorry for torturing his already battered mind. He turned around, his face pale that you instantly regret it.

"I'd still take care of you. Early or late," he cleared his throat and returned to his work, but from the way, he almost dipped the eggshell in the oil you knew he was a little frazzled.

"Awww, I'm only joking," you coo. And like a spell, something warm trailed down your legs. "Or not..."

"What?"

Satoru turned around. You look at him queasily.

"I think my water just broke."

Thud

...

"Are you in pain?" He turned the stove off and calmly walk over to hold your elbows. Anticipation, cold sweat, and calmness all mixed together in his eyes. "Do you need to sit? I'll call the doctor." He was more than ready to jump on the phone and you swear he has been waiting for this moment all his life.

"Can we have breakfast first? I'm so hungry." You grunt and scrunch your nose, and a tinge of uncomfortable pain hit you.

"We'll go to the hospital. I promise I'll get you food there." Satoru hung up the call and the verdict. The rest is a whirlwind.

On the way to the hospital, Satoru retained a look of hardness. He dealt with everything in a quick manner and you are soon walking to the private room with your contractions starting to pick up so badly. Your contractions are so bad you wanna cry at how cold and strange you are feeling.

Satoru's thumb rubs your teary eyes while he rocks you about on his lap. Your whines and cries are in hiccups from the pain that feels like it'll tear you apart. You fear what you'll have to do in the delivery room. But all you want is for the babe to be out of you.

You hissed from the spike of pain that comes and go and turns into a very long stretch. Did every mom go through this pain? If so, women are damn miracles to survive this dying sensation of being helpless and vulnerable from the racking amount of pain.

Your only source of strength and comfort is by leaning on Satoru's chest and groaning out the torturous ache of labor pains. The soft whispers of promises and coos of tender soothing. He feels so sorry seeing you writhe and tear up while he can't do anything to share the pain.

"Let's get you an epidural? We can't get one if you're far too dilated." Satoru is close to pleading.

"I don't wanna move." You fussed, gripping the collar of his shirt in your fist, and inhaled a hefty amount of air.

"It'll be quick I promise."

Satoru however almost snarled when he saw how long of a needle the anesthesiologist is gonna inject into your spine. That length was illegal, but it did soothe the pain. You were curling and gnashing from the pain and now it's not as painful as it is.

"Just give birth, after that I'll handle everything. I promise. The diaper, the milk, the feeding, I'll take care of them all." He prayed like a litany while you are wheeled into the delivery room. He doubts he ever wants to see you give birth again.

One is already too much.

Satoru is not a man that gets his beliefs shaken. But that thought came tumbling down when he first heard the piercing cry of his son. The little stranger covered with blood whose crying mix with your relieved and exhausted sobs.

Satoru's heart just melted when his little baby's nose scrunched up and tried to snuggle closer to him, searching for warmth. He looks like a potato, a little red and soft in the bundle of white cloth. So tiny, so precious as Satoru awkwardly accepted his son from the nurse and walk to the edge of your bed.

"Hi Dadda," you cooed as Satoru held your baby boy. "Hello, my love..." You breathe in a whisper. Awed by the little human that has taken up your heart the very second you knew he was growing inside you.

Satoru's heart was too full and all he could do is promised to be a good Alpha, a better father, your best husband.

"Kazuki" 椛月

"What does that mean?" You looked up.

Satoru remembered the place you said 'yes' to him.

"a maple and the moon."

Being a father, a husband, and a CEO is heavy, and no one told him that. But it was something Satoru cannot handle. Not when he sees you slowly healing, his son day by day growing.

"You have hair like Momma huh?" Satoru cooed as he rocks Kazuki as his little son suckled on the bottle. It's 1 in the morning and he woke up just in time Kazuki was about to fuss up for his feeding. He took his son out of the bedroom so he won't wake you up and move to the nursery next door.

Bright blue eyes blinked up drowsily on Satoru's eyes. It opened and closed slowly as Kazuki wipes his tiny nose and grunted.

"It's kinda strange coz you look so much like me, don't you?" Satoru yawned and move to sit on the rocking chair. "Your Momma told me you keep crying this afternoon. Did you miss Dadda? Should Dadda bring you with me to the office tomorrow?"

Kazuki grunted, unlatching from the nipple of the bottle and that was the call for burping.

"Why don't we ask Momma to go with me tomorrow to work? I'll make you a nursery so you can stay with Dadda. Hmmm?"

"Mnn," Kazuki reached for Dadda's thumb and yawned, ready to get back to sleep.

Satoru smiled and sighed. He wishes his son stays this behaved and keeps you from stressing so much when he's away from home.

"You're getting the hang of this Baby." You chuckled from the door frame, clad in your nightgown and silk robe you slowly tiptoed and kissed Satoru's forehead. Your Alpha easily purred and reached for your lips in a sweet, lazy kiss.

"Hi," you grinned at Satoru and move to your baby who woke up. "Are you awake My Love? Did Momma wake you up?"

You took Kazuki from Satoru's arms and sat on your Alpha's lap in exchange. The tip of Satoru's nose naturally found your neck, scenting you until the two of you are purring in each other's presence. Kazuki also snuggled into your bosom. Sleepy and sated in the scent and warmth of his Momma and Dadda.

"He's so chubby," you smelled your baby's neck and giggled at his milky scent, so soft and precious.

"'n you're so pretty." Satoru chuckled, kissing your shoulder and putting your head into his neck, cajoling you to rest and nuzzle into him.

"Hmmm, love you." You kissed him one last time before he lifted you with Kazuki in your arms to move back into the bedroom.

He gently kissed your forehead and laid Kazuki in the bassinet. Pulling over the covers up your chest, he moves in with you and pulls you into his arms.

"I love you too Sweetheart..."

—GreyCaelum,

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