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Satoru who is the kinda baby daddy that would drop everything and everybody to be around his woman.

Satoru who is more than happy to go to the gas station at 2 am to get Cheetos and cherry yogurt for his wife’s pregnancy cravings.

Satoru who is foaming at the mouth to fuck his pregnant wife, especially after the doctor recommended it.

Satoru who is now exhausted, cock sore and shooting blanks after his pregnant wife used him all day.

Satoru who cries when his wife cries, and then cries again when she tells him to stop crying.

Satoru who always has a hand on his wife’s stomach, whispering to the baby and starts yapping about stupid conspiracy’s.

Satoru who, while your giving birth is micro managing the doctor and following around the nurses to make sure they do everything right.

Satoru who, when the baby is born, immediately tries to mark it with a sharpy so it doesn’t get mixed up with another baby, even though the baby is the only one with white hair, and is also the BIGGEST baby in the fucking hospital.

Satoru who REFUSES to let his wife or his baby out of his sight for the next month at the minimum.

Satoru who sent a letter back to the elders. The envelope was empty and the only thing inside was a cut out middle finger.

Satoru who, even after his wife has given birth, is making sure everything is perfect and taken care of, and refuses to let her lift a finger.

Satoru who cries with the baby, and manages to piss the baby off enough that baby glares at him.

Satoru who gets jealous of said baby when his wife is breast feeding.

Satoru who gets INSANELY possessive and ups security, refuses to let ANYONE except you or him hold the baby, and won’t let anyone in the house.

Satoru who loves his baby and his wife. And plans on fucking at least five more babies into you once your baby becomes a toddler.

small drabble: satoru has a friendly jealousy streak. seeing other men speak to you riles him up, fuelling the breeding kink he has. satoru needs to get you pregnant; not having you swole with his seed has him hazy right now.

I’d like to think that Satoru would get so jealous and uptight at seeing you speak to another man. A man could be glaring at you, and he’d scoff — pushing into the need of claiming you further. Satoru’s genius idea of further would be stuffing you with his cum consistently.

An itching desire of Satoru’s would be to fill you up with his cum, push you into so many different positions, relentless creampies, to get you pregnant. In Satoru’s eyes, having other men see you swell with his child, nurturing his seed, would completely fill his happiness bar.

Satoru just hated the way men would approach you, when he left you for a second, attempting to ask you for something. Some of them didn’t even care about the massive wedding ring you wore, a symbol of his undying love for you. But for some reason, the moment Satoru came over to disrupt the guys, all of a sudden, they wanted to flee from the two of you as a pair.

Usually, a streak of jealousy would fuel Satoru, but it’d always be eased with a single kiss from you. However, Satoru wanted a more permanent solution — even if the two of you have a child together already. Instinctively, Satoru yearned to get you pregnant again.

Nah, that’s why he’s here right now, glancing into your rolling eyes whilst he cums so deeply within you. See you handle him, moaning endlessly, trembling, satisfied him immensely. Even while he pulls out, depriving you of him, seeing you so stuffed with his thick ropes of cum left him love-stricken.

Shit, you’re his. All his cum, it marks you. It’s for you, all of it. Just now, he’d have to wait — hoping you hold a positive pregnancy test.

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do not copy or modify my work. all my works are written by me. all rights reserved; cosycafune. 2024.

Gojo Satoru

"You're the only reason I haven't burned this world to ash, kiddo. So why would you ever want to leave my side?"

"They hurt you? Tell me their names. No one lays a finger on my child and walks away smiling."

"I'm the strongest, remember? Which means I get to choose what’s best for you. Even if you hate me for it."

"You don’t need friends. You have me. I'm fun, hilarious, powerful, what more could you want?"

Ryomen Sukuna (reincarnated reader)

"Tch. You think I would let you go through this life without me watching over you? You were mine long before you were even born again."

"You can try to run, brat, but not even death can keep me from you. I have killed for less than someone breathing near you."

"You carry my blood, no one else deserves to touch you. They so much as look wrong at you, and I’ll carve their eyes out."

"You're not weak like them. You're mine. I made you strong. You will not dishonor that by defying me."

Kento Nanami

"This world is far too cruel. I won’t allow it to steal your light. If that means I must dirty my hands… then so be it."

"You're a child, and children shouldn't bear burdens. Leave everything to me...even your choices."

"When I say it's dangerous, it is. Trust me. I don't say these things to scare you, only to keep you safe."

"I didnt sacrifice everything for you to grow up and throw yourself into harm's way. Stay close. That’s an order."

Satoru who is the kinda baby daddy that would drop everything and everybody to be around his woman.

Satoru who is more than happy to go to the gas station at 2 am to get Cheetos and cherry yogurt for his wife’s pregnancy cravings.

Satoru who is foaming at the mouth to fuck his pregnant wife, especially after the doctor recommended it.

Satoru who is now exhausted, cock sore and shooting blanks after his pregnant wife used him all day.

Satoru who cries when his wife cries, and then cries again when she tells him to stop crying.

Satoru who always has a hand on his wife’s stomach, whispering to the baby and starts yapping about stupid conspiracy’s.

Satoru who, while your giving birth is micro managing the doctor and following around the nurses to make sure they do everything right.

Satoru who, when the baby is born, immediately tries to mark it with a sharpy so it doesn’t get mixed up with another baby, even though the baby is the only one with white hair, and is also the BIGGEST baby in the fucking hospital.

Satoru who REFUSES to let his wife or his baby out of his sight for the next month at the minimum.

Satoru who sent a letter back to the elders. The envelope was empty and the only thing inside was a cut out middle finger.

Satoru who, even after his wife has given birth, is making sure everything is perfect and taken care of, and refuses to let her lift a finger.

Satoru who cries with the baby, and manages to piss the baby off enough that baby glares at him.

Satoru who gets jealous of said baby when his wife is breast feeding.

Satoru who gets INSANELY possessive and ups security, refuses to let ANYONE except you or him hold the baby, and won’t let anyone in the house.

Satoru who loves his baby and his wife. And plans on fucking at least five more babies into you once your baby becomes a toddler.

the kitchen smells like garlic, butter, and whatever expensive seasoning satoru bought last week because apparently “regular salt is boring.”

you’re standing at the stove stirring dinner while quietly regretting ever teaching your husband how to cook.

not because he’s bad at it, unfortunately, he’s annoyingly good.

but because now he treats the kitchen like his personal playground whenever you’re inside it.

“whatcha makin’?” satoru asks for the fourth time in ten minutes.

you don’t even turn around. “food.”

“woaah,” he gasps dramatically behind you. “really?”

you sigh. already, you can feel him hovering nearby.

he never just stands normally either. no. he leans against counters dramatically, stretches himself over your shoulder unnecessarily, or wraps himself around you like an oversized cat who thinks personal space is offensive.

today seems to be one of those days.

before you can react, long arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.

“satoru,” you warn immediately.

“what?” he hums innocently against your shoulder.

“i’m cooking.”

“and?”

“and you’re attached to me.”

“exactly.”

you close your eyes briefly. this man.

“go sit down.”

“don’t wanna.”

of course he doesn’t.

he rests his chin on your shoulder now, white hair tickling your cheek while he watches the pan like he’s genuinely interested in what you’re doing.

“…yer stirring too aggressively.”

you stop mid-motion, then slowly turn your head toward him.

“i’m sorry?”

“mhm,” he nods seriously. “the vegetables are scared.”

you stare at him flatly, he grins immediately.

there it is.

that stupid grin that says he knows exactly how annoying he’s being.

“you’re unbearable,” you mutter, turning back toward the stove.

“but ya love me.”

and you can’t even argue against it. because you do, way too much honestly.

you try focusing again, ignoring the way his fingers lazily tap against your stomach while he sways both of you side to side slightly.

for exactly twelve seconds.

then, 

“baby.”

you sigh. “what.”

“kiss.”

“i’m cooking.”

“multitask.”

you snort despite yourself. instantly, he notices.

“there’s the laugh i wanted,” he says proudly.

you roll your eyes. “you’re acting like a child.”

“yeah, but i’m your child.”

“that is absolutely not romantic.”

“worked though.”

before you can respond, he suddenly steals the spoon from your hand.

“satoru-”

he takes a dramatic taste directly from it, humming thoughtfully like he’s judging a five-star restaurant.

“…needs more love.”

you blink.

“love?”

“mhm.”

“that’s not an ingredient.”

“sure it is.” he points the spoon toward you accusingly. “yer cooking while annoyed at me. the food can tell.”

you laugh again, quieter this time.

he’s impossible.

and somehow fully aware that making you laugh is exactly how he gets away with everything.

he beams the second he hears it, immediately tightening his arms around you.

“there it is.”

“you’re insane.”

“and yet ya married me anyway.”

fair.

you shake your head, reaching for the spoon again, but instead of giving it back immediately, he lifts it higher out of reach.

“satoru.”

“say please.”

you narrow your eyes. “i’m going to hit you with this pan.”

“violent. scary. terrifying even.”

“…satoru.”

he grins,  then finally hands it back only to immediately steal a kiss from your cheek while you’re distracted.

you let out an annoyed sound, but he just laughs softly against your skin.

“worth it.”

you swear he gets clingier the longer you’re married. not less.

because now he follows you everywhere around the apartment like he physically cannot handle being more than three feet away from you.

and the worst part?

you’re used to it now.

used to the random kisses, the constant touching and the dramatic whining whenever you don’t give him attention immediately.

“baby,” he says again suddenly.

you point the spoon toward him threateningly. “if you ask for another kiss while i’m holding hot oil, i’m divorcing you.”

he gasps loudly.

“wow. so this is what our marriage has become?”

“you caused this.”

“false,” he says immediately. “i’m adorable.”

you finally turn toward him fully, raising a brow.

“…adorable.”

“mhm.”

“…not annoying?”

“both can exist.”

you hate that he’s right.

satoru notices your expression immediately and lights up like he’s won something.

“you think i’m cute.”

“i think you should leave my kitchen.”

instead of listening, he pulls you closer again, large hands settling against your hips this time.

then, without warning-

he buries his face into your neck dramatically.

“missed you today,” he mumbles.

your expression softens instantly.

ah.

there it is, underneath all the teasing, he just wanted attention.

you sigh quietly, setting the spoon down before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

immediately, he melts against you, completely.

“you saw me this morning,” you murmur.

“too long ago.”

“…you’re needy.”

“only for you.”

his voice is quieter now, warmer.

and suddenly the teasing husband act slips just enough for you to see the softer part underneath it.

the real part.

you smile despite yourself, scratching lightly against his scalp.

“okay,” you whisper. “you can stay.”

he lifts his head immediately, grinning like he just won the lottery.

“sick. what’re we making?”

a/n : first time writing for gojo 👀👀 yall is this mic on 👀👀. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

You'd always heard horror stories of friends staying the night at each other's houses and not knowing how to work their showers. You'd also considered yourself smarter than the average cookie because that has never happened to you. Most showers seem self explanatory.

And then, you stay the night at your boyfriend's for the first time and take a look at his stupidly expensive shower.

You eye the four knobs that control temperature and the dozen jets, two waterfalls (one higher, one lower (what is the lower one for?)), the removable showerhead and what you're assuming is the rainfall head. The symbols on the knobs may as well be hieroglyphics, giving next to no insight on how to turn this mother fucker on without being soaked immediately by the jets.

You don't even try. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into the adjoining bedroom, shaking your head with your eyebrows raised.

"Satoru, what the fuck is that?" you ask, motioning behind you to the bathroom.

"A shower..?" he says, looking up from his phone. His eyebrows furrow in his own confusion.

"Yes," you reply through grit teeth. "How do I turn it on?"

"Oh!" He jumps up from his bed and crosses the room to you, placing a hand on your hip and a kiss to your lips as he leads you back into the bathroom. "Why didn't you just say that, love? I'm more than willing to show you."

Satoru opens the glass door and steps in the shower, dragging you along with him. He points at the individual knobs and explains each of the symbols, explaining which is best for which occasion - the misters for when you're hot, rainfall for normal showers, waterfall for when you want to feel like you're lost in the jungle and it's been a week and you're losing hope of being found, etc.

You're giggling by the time he finishes his spiel and he's got his own 1000 kilowatt smile plastered on his face and turned on you.

"So what'll it be tonight?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "The waterfall is a personal favorite."

"A normal shower, please."

"Can do, baby." He kisses your cheek and sets the shower to your preferred setting. "The temperature control turns the water on," he says, stepping out of the shower.

Your towel drops to the floor just as he's exiting, the sound making his head crane back around to catch a glimpse of your ass before you step into the fog of the shower.

"You know, on second thought," he says, grabbing your attention as his shirt joins your towel. "Maybe we should shower together. Just in case you have questions."