Elle Tsukiyama.

Live beautifully, with your head up high...

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Gojo Satoru is overly obsessed with his pregnant wifey.

Our pretty boy and his new favorite thing.

It was no surprise to absolutely anyone that Gojo Satoru flaunted anything he could. Not just to show off, but also simply because he could and nobody could stop him.

Money? He had too much of it. So through loud and quiet luxury he flexed: cars, overpriced dress up shirts people couldn't tell apart from a supermarket ones from a mile away, and in many different ways.

Strength? They didn't call him the strongest for nothing. From the moment he won the genetic lottery by inheriting two broken cursed techniques, he was already bound to be the strongest.

Speaking of genetic lottery, his looks? Oh please, that's the first thing you notice about the man even with half of his overly handsome face covered.

However, as of late, Satoru has found his new favourite thing to brag about. His very pregnant and glowing wife.

You didn't plan to get pregnant at all but-- one day, you woke up and waltzed into the kitchen, as usual, looking for your morning fix of coffee. Your shirtless husband was sitting at the counter, piece of half burnt toast hanging from his lips as he scrolled on his phone.

A normal morning it was. That was until he turned around, eyebrows furrowed after feeling your cursed energy off. You were in the middle of yawning, pajama shirt lifting just slightly and exposing your stomach.

Satoru's toast hit the ground with a depressing sound. You raised an eyebrow. "Babe?" Still with your arms over your head.

His hand flew at lightning speed to his blindfold, revealing his wide open eyes under them glued to your stomach. You looked down to where he was looking and noticed the bit of weight you had gained.

You hadn't felt bad about it until now, really conscious under his intense and quiet gaze. By instinct, your hands wrapped around your stomach, hiding it from him.

He choked on his own spit right then and there. "N-NO!" his yell startled you and he immediately apologized, stumbling over his own words.

"Nononono baby, no- you-." - "Spit it out Satoru!" With his six eyes glowing like a lamp post, he happily shouted. "You're pregnant!" - "WHAT!?"

Anyway, that was about three months ago. Now you were currently 4 months pregnant and apparently carrying a baby boy. Up until your second trimester, you hadn't been showing much from when you initially had found out about your pregnancy.

Many visits to your OBGYN were necessary to calm you down from the worries that your baby wasn't growing. But, coincidentally, the week that Satoru had been dispatched to an overseas mission urgently for a week, your belly grew twice it's size.

And when your excited husband walked through the door, so ready to reunite with the loves of his life, but instead was greeted with a very pregnant and glowing wife- the sight he had been secretly dreaming of seeing since he had found out about your pregnancy. He exploded with joy.

Then he became overly clingy. Talking like a maniac, a cute one, but still a maniac to your stomach for hours on end. Giving you routinely massages all over your body (focusing on your legs and stomach because he likes those parts specifically). And showering you with oceans of compliments anytime he caught sight of you.

However, ever since he had finally gotten you a full closet of maternity clothes which in result allowed you to finally leave the house, he has made it everyone's business that you were carrying his baby.

At a bakery, too early in the morning he ordered for you:

"A chocolate chip cookie and a blueberry muffin for my gorgeous pregnant wifey."

The lady behind the counter cringed and you flushed by him, embarrassed. But he was blissfully unaware and too happy so you kept quiet.

Nanami was a frequent victim of Satoru's nonsense.

"Nanamin, serious topic. What sport should I get my son into?" - "I don't care, Gojo." "You should have a daughter so our kids can date!" - "No."

You were trying on a maternity dress at the mall when he barged into the changing room. "Satoru! Privacy!" He ignored you and just gawked at your figure through the reflection of the mirror, then whispered.

"Can I put another baby in you?" As if you weren't pregnant already.

Even though you were expecting, and noticeably so, men didn't stop looking your way. And that pissed your husband off more than anything. He always had to mentally count to a hundred before barking or pouncing on the men who stare too much at you when you were outside.

Shoko never heard the end of it either.

- "No Satoru, she doesn't hate you, she's just carrying your annoyingly heavy baby. I'm surprised she can even get up in the morning with how much of her energy that damn fetus takes from you." And he whined again.

[purrtoru]

♡ husband!satoru’s genes finally lose (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

part 1

time passes in a blur of waiting rooms, quiet nights, and satoru’s constant presence at your side.

and then— she’s here.

everything else fades the second they place her in your arms. the world narrows down to warmth, soft breaths, and the tiny weight pressed against your chest. your fingers tremble slightly as you adjust your hold, afraid to do anything wrong, even now.

you don’t think much about resemblance right now.

you’re exhausted, half-asleep, and still trying to process the fact that you had just spent hours bringing a human being into the world.

“…can i?” satoru asks quietly, who was by your side the entire time.

you nod, tilting her just enough so he can see.

he leans in, and then he goes still.

you notice it immediately. “…what?”

but he doesn’t answer right away.

instead, his expression softens— not in that playful, teasing way you’re used to, but something quieter.

his eyes flick between you and the baby, like he’s putting something together.

a smile breaks across his face.

“…you got your wish,” he murmurs.

your heart skips. “what?”

he looks at you, eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them.

“she looks like you.”

the words hit you like a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

slowly— carefully, you look down again.

and this time, you see it.

the color of her eyes. the softness of her features. the tiny expressions already forming— familiar in a way that makes your chest ache.

your little mirror.

“oh…” your voice comes out barely above a whisper. “she does…”

satoru lets out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh, shaking his head a little.

“finally,” he says, and there’s something like relief in it— but not for himself.

for you.

you glance up at him, eyes still glassy. “you’re not… upset?”

“upset?” he repeats, like the idea doesn’t even make sense.

his hand comes up gently, brushing a stray tear from your cheek before it can fall.

“why would i be?” he says softly. “you’ve been asking for this since before she was even born.”

he leans in closer, one hand resting lightly over yours where it cradles the baby.

“i’m happy, sweetheart,” he adds, quieter now. “really.”

your lips press together as your emotions catch up all at once.

“i just…” you sniff, looking down at her again. “i really wanted this.”

“i know,” he says.

he watches you for a moment longer, then smiles— soft, fond, completely gone over both of you.

“…she’s got your face,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “and if she ends up with your personality too…”

you huff weakly. “hopefully.”

“of course,” he says immediately, without hesitation. “the world could use more of you.”

that makes your breath hitch.

“…you mean that?”

“always.”

silence settles between you, warm and full.

your thumb brushes over the baby’s cheek, and she shifts slightly, settling closer into you like she already knows where she belongs.

satoru watches the two of you like it’s the easiest thing in the world to love.

“…she’s perfect,” you whisper.

“yeah,” he agrees softly. then, with the faintest smile— “took after the right parent this time.”

you let out a small laugh, nudging him weakly with your shoulder.

“don’t start.”

“i’m not,” he says, still looking at her. “i’m serious.”

his hand slides over yours, warm and steady.

“…you did good,” he adds quietly.

and somehow, that’s the thing that finally makes your eyes spill over.

you sit there for a while, just holding her, memorizing every little detail you’d been hoping for.

and then, softly—

“…next one can look like you again. this is all i need.”

he pauses.

“…dangerous information,” he smirks, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “y’know, i’m not one to back down from a challenge.”

the door creaks open not long after.

small footsteps. hesitant, but excited.

“can we come in?” one of your boys whispers way too loudly, already halfway through the door anyway.

satoru glances over his shoulder, a quiet huff of amusement leaving him. “c’mon, say hi to your sister.”

they shuffle in, both of them peeking up at the bed, blue eyes wide and bright in that familiar way that used to make your argument feel so unfair.

for a second, neither of them says anything.

“…she’s tiny,” the younger one breathes.

“that’s because she’s a baby,” the older mutters, though he’s just as awed, leaning closer.

you shift slightly so they can see her better, and the baby stirs, making a soft sound.

both boys freeze.

“…she looks like mama,” one of them says suddenly.

you blink.

satoru snorts quietly under his breath, ruffling the boys hair.

“she does,” the other insists, frowning a little like he’s studying her. “her eyes are like yours.”

you look down at her, then at your boys, then back at him.

and for once, everything feels completely, perfectly fair.

[konoko]

i hope future me is happy

[konoko]

posted 6 years ago. hope future future me is happy.

[lncertidumbre]

[konoko]

[just-bellerose]

[junie-bugie]

can't stop thinking about this

[versionenproceso-diario]

[bondustries]

happy steel ball run day!!

[swallowing-scrap-metal]

It’s crazy that somehow Netflix managed to give SBR an even worse release schedule than Stone Ocean. They didn’t even give us a date for when the second stage is releasing, just that it is going to be this year.

[sukuje]

𑣲 softkuna recharging the only way he knew how to – buried in the lap of his lover

“woman”

“woman?”

firm footsteps echoed through the corridor while he poked his head through every chamber he passed.

tea hall? empty. overly large sauna? unused. weapon display? just uraume. thankfully. 

“uraume, where is the one i tolerate?” he grumbled, just loud enough for them to hear as he came to a halt before the latter mentioned room.

“she is asleep in your chambers, master.” they answered calmly, a cloth in their hand and already polishing the blade he had merely dismissed the moment he had set foot in the estate. 

he certainly made sure of a bloodbath this time, huh, the trusted servant thought when looking over his blood-stained figure.

“although i am sure she would be far more delighted to see you in a less… begrimed state.”

that made him raise his thick eyebrows, glancing down before letting a sigh escape his lips. 

“she will have to make do with it, i can not bother to change my garments at the moment.” with that he made his way to their shared chambers.

you had awoken from the distant murmurs – the light sleeper you were, and sat up against the headboard of the king sized bed, waiting for him to enter any time soon now. 

once the door handle dipped and the familiar 7 foot frame sauntered over to you, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.

it was still in the middle of the night, three, or was it four in the morning?

yet you couldn’t be more indifferent to it, he was home again after all and you knew that was the time he was clingiest. 

these moments had quickly become your favourite ones, making you await him eagerly every time. 

one set of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close enough for him to nuzzle his face into your lap with a sigh of relief escaping his lips, while a hand of his other set of arms cupped your cheek.

you reached into the tresses of his unruly, pink hair, gently working out the small knots and leaning into his large, calloused palm, relishing in the warmth of his strong physique.

“you have blood all over you, ryomen…” you whispered, voice still heavy with sleep.

the words were only met with a small grunt, tightening his hold on you as if to make sure you wouldn’t flee from his more than messy condition.

“you are aware i have just been to battle, are you not? obviously i will have the evidence of those i have slain on me.” his last free hand found its way under your night gown, stroking up and down your spine in unusually slow, gentle movements.

“yes, i am very well aware of that…” you knew it was no use trying to convince him to change into something cleaner, much less take a bath. 

“you know, i could change your clothes for you?” you suggested, hoping that would make him cave.

“am i not welcome as i am in the embrace of my own wife now, or what?” a scowl etched itself into his already tired expression, making the smallest of efforts to look up at your face.

you felt your very heart soften at his words. 

it made you lean down to press a soft kiss to the crease of his furrowed brows, never ceasing to brush through his hair.

“you know that’s far from true, kuna.” you left another tender peck on his lips, making him chase your lips for more. 

he pulled you even closer, an unconscious sigh muffling into the kiss from how much he had been craving your touch. the kind affection he never once stopped longing for. 

after being content enough, he pulled away again but kept you just a breath away to murmur a quiet “then let me rest some more in your arms.” 

despite your hesitation to let him stay in his uncomfortable, battle-worn clothes, you reassured him with a nod.

“of course.”

with your confirmation, he nestled himself back into his original position, savouring your sweet scent and gentle touch. 

and just when you thought you could fall back asleep again after a comfortable silence overtook you both, he spoke up again.

“i will have uraume draw a bath for the both of us so i may be cleansed of any filth and have you satisfied with my appearance again.”

you suppressed a chuckle at his compliance. 

“mhm, that sounds nice. i’ll wash your hair for you then.”

[rezijellyfish]

Family

[tiramisooooh]

what doja cat said 🫡

[syllysmot]

He’s so majestic in Jjk modulo 🥺

[insaneption]

Deadly Sentencing.

[ndsoda]

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