canon compliant au where reader and satoru have already had kouki and are currently expecting their second baby but he gets sealed and can't see his family for a few years till he gets unsealed. the baby gojo was expecting to be born already being a toddler and seeing him for the first time wondering who this stranger is and why he's in her family's house AHHH THE ANGST
I remember, I wrote a drabble/headcanon (?) about Satoru being sealed off knowing Y/n was pregnant.
In case you guys wanna see that one it's [ here ] And I hope you enjoy this one.
Y/n and Kouki would definitely keep a photograph and tell Saika about it every day. It's ingrained in Kouki and her brain that Satoru is their father, even though Sai hasn't met him yet.
I think Y/n would take the kids away and out of reach from the Jujutsu Society so all Saika knows is that, Papa is away because he has an obligation and he's coming home soon.
When they go out they'd kiss and tell 'Satoru' that they're going out. Before going to bed kiss the picture good night and... "When are you coming home, Papa?" when they feel really alone and Y/n is working.
On a normal day, a six-year-old Kouki is busy reading a book, and a two-year-old Saika is waiting for her mother who went out to get Yakult from the nearby convenience store. The doorbell rang, the first ring... then a long interval between the second ring rang.
"Stay here, I'll get the door." Kouki stood up and walk to the camera of the front door lock. Saika however followed her big brother.
"Is that Mama with Yakult?" The little toddler asked, tugging her brother's shirt. "Onii-chan, Sai is hungry. Mama not yet?"
Kouki wasn't able to answer and hurriedly ran to the door, slamming it open. A man is squatting in front of their door, this man took off his blindfold and the familiar teary-eyed blue eyes landed on the two kids.
"I'm home..."
Kouki could not speak anymore but ran into Satoru's open arms almost knocking his father over. Saika on the other hand grew skeptical of this stranger that looks so familiar. Kouki Onii-chan is hugging the stranger so tight while crying.
"Dada?" Saika inclined her head to the side and ran inside the house.
Satoru's heart sank seeing his daughter run away from him the very first time he laid her eyes on her. She's the exact spitting image of his arctic hair and blue eyes but she's just like you, the soft eyes and adorable nose even the curve of the gentle lips. And he lost all the years of seeing her learn to crawl and stand. He lost so much...
"I'm home Kikufuku, I miss you, buddy." Satoru squeezes his son tightly, memorizing what use to be a baby now a boy who is still the same soft and tender child.
Saika came running back and stop in front of Satoru with curious eyes. Satoru saw something in her hand. Saika tug his sleeve and showed the photo frame. "Dada?" She squeaks in a cute and inquiring voice.
"Y-Yes. it's Dada." Satoru burst into a chuckle but a tear fell down his eyes, beckoning the small girl into his arms, gently hugging the fragile body, scared that he might hurt this little treasure. In his eyes and in his touch he's still his baby girl... A baby girl he finally got to hold in his arms. The baby he kept dreaming inside that dreadful place.
"I love you both." Satoru's throat tightened and kiss the crown of his children's heads. "I'm home, Papa's home." He inhaled and felt the small fingers of his daughter fiddle with his blindfold while holding the photo frame and sink her head into his shoulders silently like her brother, both just basking in Satoru's presence.
"Satoru?" The hard thing fell on the floor and your shaking voice rang in their eyes.
Satoru's heart painfully clenched, you lost so much weight and your shoulders are slackened. You wasted no time and envelope them in your arms, kissing your husband's forehead while tears stream down your face.
"I'm back Baby, I'm home Y/n," Satoru smiled and for a long time, his heart raced so hard it might break his ribs but he is feeling a sense of peace. The family he fought hard to come home to is finally right here in his arms.
—Grey,
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before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.
you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"
and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.
it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.
you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.
in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.
the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.
you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.
after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.
the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.
you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.
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Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #24 and #73.
[Gentle Affection Collections]
Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader
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Request 24 & 73 [ List is here ]
giggly cuddles & tracing patterns on their stomach
Notes & Warning: fluff, cuddles after work, whiny Satoru, Word Count: 1.5k
"Satoru always gives me the vibes of randomly coming up to you to do some weird quizzes he found in the internet. I hope you like this, thank you for joining!" —Grey,
Quiz
You've been working since lunch until the day has turned night. Consequently, today is one of the rare days Satoru got a day off.
"Bunny, can I have my cuddles now? Please?" He leaned on the door frame, mustering the most polite whine he could ever do. Satoru's been waiting for you forever but you don't seem to have any intentions of finishing up and finally giving him the attention and love he deserves. The thought of it makes your beau pout, feeling down and lonely.
"In a minute Baby." Still unaware that the man is just a few feet away.
Satoru groaned, glaring at the screen of your laptop, the half devil in him tempted to pull out the router. But he's not just going to get a beating for destroying your hard work. He just really needs attention.
Unable to resist no more he sauntered into the room and positioned himself behind you, leaning down to wrap an arm around your shoulders whilst his cold lips press on the junction of your neck feeling your shudder from the heat of his breath.
"Bunny, please? I'm cold." Satoru shut his eyes, a crease on his temples formed as he tries to intake your faint floral scent. "Bed now, please?" He pleaded with a little whimper that never fails to pinch your heart and conscience.
The tapping on the keyboard finally halted, and the sound of the laptop shutting down was the signal. Your chair turned around and met his puffed cheeks and sad eyes. With a heavy sigh, your cold tired hands held his wrist, gently rubbing in silent apology.
"Okay," you whispered and roused up from the chair to stretch your stiff muscles while Satoru opened his arms to catch you. "Sorry about that, I already finished the last one." You buried your face into his hard chest, inhaling the masculine musk and faint scent of your floral shampoo sticking all over him
"What made you want to have a second date with me?" He read aloud with a devious smile pilfering over his lips.
After a quick bath, the two of you ended up doing couple quizzes for fun. That's how you ended up on the bed, with your back against the headboard and Satoru sitting between your legs with his head laying over your stomach. Your fingers are carded through the thick locks of Satoru's mane, you know he loves to feel your nails run through his scalp, and to his undercut, it makes him feel drowsy, and safe in your hold.
"Coz the cheesecake in the cafe we went to on our first date is heavenly so I wanted to visit again."
"You dated me for food? Excuse you." He turned around and accused you with his glare. "And here I thought you really liked me back then!"
"Hey," you giggled. "But I love you more now, compared back then."
The pout on Satoru's lips melted away, his head bashfully turned back to the screen with a bashful smirk on his lips at your declaration. You could try to fool him but the certain memory of your blush and awkwardness on your first dates tells otherwise.
"Really?" Satoru laid on his belly and rested his chin on your stomach. A childish grin now stretches on his lips. The teasing glint of his eyes trained on your serene countenance. "You love me more than..." He hummed to himself, thinking of things that you like. "More than your pancakes with heavy whipped cream and strawberries?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer me."
"Of course, I love you more."
Satoru pursed his lips but after staring at your raised brow he cannot hold back the giggle.
"Yeah, I know you love me most," he claimed with a smug look on his face.
Your hands in his hair pulled back a bunch of his locks in revenge for the teasing making him grunt and still lay on your tummy.
"Then what made you ask me to go out with you?" It's your turn to ask.
"Coz you looked hot in your suit and tie," he croons making you roll your eyes at the superficial reasoning. "Like Baby, have you seen yourself in the mirror when you work? I bet you didn't" he slurred, pushing your shirt upward to expose your cute tummy. The cold wind made you shiver accompanied by the languid stroke of Satoru's finger against your sensitive skin.
"'Toru!" You warned, covering your mouth to stop your giggles from the tickles running up to your spine. "That tickles!"
"You look hot as hell," Satoru whispered, fingers tracing the letters H... O... T on your trembling skin. His lips quirk as you squirm and try to pull away gasping for air.
"Have you seen yourself frown and put your hands on your hips? When your brows furrow I could feel the hair on my nape stand up." Satoru found your belly button, littering cute kitten nips and bites on the sides as his hand gripped your waist in position. "You make me giddy and bothered whenever you do that." He purred with fingers tracing nonsensical shapes over your ticklish belly.
"You're just needy, stop that," you hissed but eventually whined when you cannot hold back the giggles from the shuddering sensation on your belly. "Satoru!"
Smirk dawn over your man's lips as he toys with your exposed skin while firmly gripping you to stay in place with his chin on your navel blowing hot breath to add in the teasing. He's proud of the beads of tears moistening your lashes and the gasping giggles of yours falling past your lips. Precious, he thinks.
"What? You want more?" He grins.
You vehemently shake your head and lean your head to the side and catch your breath. Satoru chuckled at your exhausted figure. Dropping one long sweet kiss on your trembling belly button he hoist himself up until his chin found the valley of your bosom and laid there, feeling the way you breathe in and out.
"Just so you know I meant everything that I said." Satoru hums, searching for your eyes.
You exhaled and stared back at him. Your hands resume running through the arctic looks of Satoru's.
"Y'know," you hummed. Satoru innocently raises his brows. "You look hot in your sweatshirts too." You trailed your eyes downward. Your fingers found the tip of Satoru's chin, tilting them up. He pliantly followed the guide of your fingers to expose his neck to your hooded eyes. "Especially your collarbones." You bite your lips as the juncture of his chest appeared before you and giggle unabashed.
"Just my collarbones?" Satoru whispered, a cloud of emotion flickered past before you could register them.
"Just your collarbone." You repeated and immediately regretted it. Satoru's eyes glinted and before you could try to struggle he already pounced and pinned you down. "Satoru! Get off!"
"Just my collarbones huh? Just because I didn't pull you back in the bed this morning, you forget already?" Your body throbbed and writhe when Satoru peppered nips and bites over your struggling frame. The echo and pitches of your gasping breaths and giggles accompanied by his teasing and chomping went on until you tapped all breathlessly, trying to crawl away, panting for dear oxygen.
"That should teach you," Satoru smirked and laid on his back, turning your positions around as you are now the one laying on top of him. Your eyes closed and your breathing finally slowed down. He fondly strokes your hair whilst rubbing your back with his other hand. Spending your left energy on laughter. It didn't surprise Satoru as your eyes gradually drop in drowsiness.
With your cheeks smooched against his warm stomach, you drift to the haze of dreamland. Subconsciously smothering your face as if burying yourself deeper against him. Satoru can't help but find you adorable like a bunny. Now that his exhausted bunny has finally tired out the rest of her strength it's his turn to bask in your presence after patiently waiting the whole day to hold you in his arms.
"Sleep tight, Baby."
—GreyCaelum
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