satorusideals

[satorusideals]

Airy Spring

a/n: soooo.. fourth post. I honestly need og ideas. I’m trying so hard to think of things. But I’ll get there! My time is limited because of current events but I’ll be on it. Pls give me inspo im crying. Also! I need more moots. Enjoy ig. 🥀

content: fem view, pregnancy, dad gojo, and fluff!!!!!!

It came to no surprise. Your life was so different. By having a puffy stomach, aching feet, sharp back pains, and a little newborn that filled your ears; you were a new woman.

You remember the fateful afternoon that had you pacing back and forth as your hands clasped onto the long piece of plastic. The very item that made you shriek of happiness (?), anxiety (?), and shock.

You were no where near ready to confess to your husband, Satoru Gojo.

He was a busy man.

You both understood that. And the thought of somewhat impeding his plans made you bite your tongue.

In an attempt to continue the normalcy, you make dinner, turn on the lamps, anxiously do laundry, and try to take a warm bath— but as soon as your dear husband begins to rattle the front door— you pace inside the bathroom.

Oh.. how will he react? He’ll be happy, right? What about his schedule? Maybe he’s not hungry..

“I’m back! Guess who’s the best husband that brought kikufuku?? I am!”

Your hairs stick up at his exclamation, and the few droplets of cold sweat begin to build up on the tip of your nose.

Great.

His innocent teasing is always nerve wrecking.

Satoru’s steps get louder by the second, and when you open the bathroom door, he’s standing outside with a smile.

“You took a bath without me?? And here I was trying to rush back home to you” he says with a teasing pout, before wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed you, baby. Did you miss me?” he asks while pulling back to look at your water kissed face.

There was no way to hide from him. Every reaction and cold shoulder you gave him was a clear indicator that something was wrong. Whether it was him or the bad weather— oh, he didn’t know! He took every bad possibility and ran with it.

He loves his dear wife!

During dinner, he felt that enough was enough. No time was wasted and he asked.

“Are you mad at me? I’m sorry— I came as quick as possible.” Satoru pouts and drops his utensils in an attempt to give you his undivided attention.

You sigh and shake your head.

“I’m just tired.. I cleaned the whole house, ya know?”

“Well.. no one asks you to. I’ve offered a maid before.”

Your quick responses are what save you. At least for a bit.

Satoru’s short trips leave a balance of home time and work. These time intervals give you time on how to confess. Or figure out what to even do.

Before you know it, he’s back from another trip. His slender frame is wrapped around you in your large bed with his hand on your now plush hip. An obvious hint at your body’s accommodation.

“You’re so fluffy now.. you gaining?” he innocently asks as his nose buries itself into your scalp.

Satoru yelps at your pinch.

“Ow! What was that for!?”

“You’re a prick. I don’t know why I bother with you!”

He was just asking..

After fighting yourself, both mentally (anxiety) and physically (morning sickness), you break the news before Satoru steps out for his mission.

“‘Toru.. you’re not gonna eat breakfast?”

“Mm.. nah. My stomach hurts if I eat too early. Maybe I’ll come for dinner tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Okay..” you mutter as his face leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“What’s with the sad face, hm?”

“I just.. don’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what..? You’re divorcing me or somethin’?”

“No.. it feels like I’m lying to you.”

He stays silent. You could basically feel his heartbeat. Stray and loud. He honestly would have loved that breakfast instead of feeling this tension you’ve unknowingly created.

“I’m pregnant. You. Me. We’re pregnant.”

Those passing moments between you both felt like eternal.

Satoru’s sleepy eyes widened and made him freeze.

“What? Ha.. ha-ha.. you’re-“

“I’m sorry.”

“Honey, what? Sorry? Wait, what?”

His words made you more confused. Was he surprised or disappointed?

You looked away. The sun’s rays were shining through the room from the window, but left no warmth to comfort you.

Satoru realized his unintended negligence of comforting you and he quickly wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, Satoru.”

“Stop saying that.. what are you sorry for?”

“We didn’t want this.. I’m sorry.”

He sighs. His hand cups your cheek and pulls you back to look directly into your eyes.

His blue pearls watched your reactions and counted your every freckle and lash without hesitation.

His wonderful wife had just confessed a life altering situation— and here he was stuttering like a high school boy.

“Who said that, hm? Just ‘cus we didn’t plan it, doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Unless.. you don’t want it?”

You shake your head and he quickly begins to rub your back and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

It was a done deal.

You carry his sweet baby and get all the rest, take-out, midnight cravings, foot massages, and needy booty-calls you desire, even when he was away on missions.

But this was only on the condition of Satoru keeping his missions to a minimum.

And before you knew it— you’re back home with a baby girl.

Her snow kissed hair illuminated your room. Her hazy blue eyes that made you want to squish her face every time she opened her eyes to curiously watch you. It was all a dream— really, who knew you’d be a mother? And who knew you’d be such a daydream? Not your husband.

Oh, your husband was enamored with you both.

His lovely wife who birthed a whole carbon copy of him and the said carbon copy.

Satoru’s entire time at home was busy with his newborn baby girl.

Your husband would clean up and rub your feet while she slept or fed from you. No wasted time in this household.

Her sweet smell and delicate frame were appreciated by you both.

But especially Satoru. A deep contrast between him and his daughter. He was the strongest and had had to learn being the most delicate. His hands and sharp muscles that destroyed cursed were handling the tiny body that he now loved. Her small wails and yawns softened his sharp gaze. No detail went unnoticed by him. Your daughter’s birthmarks were all caught by Satoru, because he wanted to learn every single thing of your creation.

While being a changed woman, it didn’t feel like a complete new load— you had the help of your husband.

And the only thing you could wait, was for her to grow up.

Oh, how you both dreaded that!

But, as time moved on— it was obvious that your sweet girl was a change that you both needed.

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[satorusideals]

Morning Dew

JJK MANGA SPOILERS in a/n

a/n: Hello. Third post! When I scroll on twitter I sometimes get updates on the JJK canon details from Gege (which I usually think they’re funny.) But, with Gege’s revelation on Gojo’s humanity being the main reason for his death, I find that sad. A sort of heart ache. So, in memory of him; I’d like to make some of my own headcannons as a happy husband/lover!

The morning sun is always beat by Satoru’s absurd sleeping schedule. Bed at 4 AM. Eyes peeled open at 7AM.

As a concerned wife, you always scold him for his crazy time management.

But as a wife, you understand his dedication as a role model.

When Satoru was informed about your FIRST overnight mission— your first night away from his proximity, while risking your life— Satoru was the first to put down his name to take over instead.

Your stubbornness drove him away. Despite his whining and begging— you didn’t cave in. It was all in the name of independence!

The afternoon where you were supposed to leave was filled of your husband’s sighs and pouts. His personality was on full display for not getting his way.

After receiving your goodbye kiss and instructions on how to productively take care of your shared home.. you ran off with a smile and a carriage bag.

His whole day went to sour because he was completely alone. He had no one to complain to. He had no one to kiss and coddle.

He was annoyed!

His dear wife was away and all he had was his wedding band that wrapped around his ring finger.

After completing the chores you had instructed him to, he began wandering around. The home was too quiet. The walls that once bounced your voice had remained still.

As dinner came around, he pulled out his phone and dialed you. Satoru hoped for at least some sweet words before heading off to bed.

As soon as you picked up, he began to rant.

“Baby, thank goodness you answered, I have been going crazy! I finished all the laundry and—“

It would be an understatement if you said he was being dramatic.

Your first night away and he’s acting as if you wanted to divorce him and take all the imaginary kids back to your home town.

What a drama queen, you thought.

He continues on about not even being able to eat because he only liked the way you heated up food. After fighting about him not wanting to eat dinner, he walked off to bed with you still on call.

Your words soothed him in the half-empty bed as he continued whining about not being able to take the distance anymore.

“But babyyyy.. I need you back.. You said you’d be back tomorrow!”

“Well.. things changed. I’ll see you after tomorrow. Sleep early today.”

His retaliations were shut down and like a soldier, he went off to bed early. As told.

After waking up, for once Satoru was beat by the sun.

Her glow had begun to fill the room from the curtains. Satoru was intrigued and sat up to meet the half-filled bed and the beautiful view from his window.

The morning’s afterglow had been displayed on the leaves of every plant.

The scent of fresh linen and of you remained in his nostrils, haunting him of the daily routine he so often dreaded.

Though you were mature and bossy, Satoru felt as if you were his balm. The essence of keeping him grounded. Your presence balanced him out and without you around— he felt alone.

Satoru stared out of the window and sighed. The dread of a new day lingered in the back of his hand before walking back to bed to lay down. As soon as his face met the pillows, he was startled by the buzzing of his phone.

He lifted himself off and reached for the device, almost confused if he had forgotten a meeting that early morning.

After instinctively answering, Satoru heard you.

“Mornin’ baby.. how’s breakfast?” you asked.

He was frozen and then began to explain his drastically different morning.

Your presence shifted his schedule and left him to meet the beautiful morning that he always passed by because of his time management.

You agree and tell him about all the things you both miss out because of your jobs.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t think we’d be like this” he whispers.

“Like what..? Am I doing something wrong?” you ask.

“No.. no.. I just.. I miss you. I miss you and I never noticed how much you mean to me.”

You stay silent and nod as if he could see you.

Because if he could— that would be all he needed to kiss you dumb.

Your unshared words and audible breaths brought tingles between you both.

It was hard to share because of the distance and lack of free time.

When the next morning came.. Satoru was sat on the living room couch and pounced on you the moment you came through.

“Are you okay? How was the ride? I still have leftovers from dinner. I missed you so much! Don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t.. let’s spend today together, yeah?”

“Okay.”

[satorusideals]

Scars & Lovin’

JJK CHAPTER 236 SPOILERS

Hello! Second post. I’d like to clarify that this has smut— although very intimate, I’d like to state the mature content. Obviously, JJK manga spoilers.

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It happened before you knew it.

Satoru shut himself off even after his victorious battle with the infamous King of Curses.

His body was indented with new scars and his eyes bore a new shade of blue. The twinkle in his eye had faded. The ambitious fire that once drove him to new heights left him with an everlasting numbness.

Satoru Gojo felt lost in the body that he once treasured like a temple.

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It was like any other night. The dark night casted a cool shade on your shared home with Satoru.

He deemed it necessary to finally retire from the sorcery workload after almost meeting death.

His wish was granted.

You and Satoru moved into a small home. The greenery brought peace and quiet to you both. A stark contrast between your shared sorcery occupations.

Despite being together, Satoru distanced himself. From you and any reflective object. The thought of being face-to-face with his new reflection brought dread.

He was awoken by another nightmare that led him to the room’s window. The sudden emptiness on the bed woke you up and had you searching for him.

As you sat up with sleepy eyes and bed head— he was staring off into the dark starry sky.

You were worried.

He’s been spacing off into the distance for weeks.

Today felt like enough.

Your tired body walked over to him, gently reaching for his hand.

He had a bad habit of dodging your touch now.

It was not fair for your soft hands to be able to touch his ruined skin, he thought.

But you knew better. He was the love of your life. The man who welcomed you with a strange yet attractive personality that brought you to new highs.

No one could replace him. Because he was Satoru. Your Satoru.

When he felt your fingers on his, he turned to look at you with a sad smile.

“Sorry.. did I wake you up?” he softly asked.

“No.. just missed you.”

“Mmh.. I’m right here” he says while looking back towards the window.

“No.. you’re not.”

He’s a little surprised by your response. It causes him to slightly widen his eyes and look back at you.

“I’m standing h—“

You sigh. What a stupid man, you think to yourself.

“—No, you’re not. You’re here but not right here. I miss you, Satoru.”

Your eyes look into his with a slight twinkle. He didn’t know if it was the moon doing you justice or the slight desperation you had.

“You’re here, but you’re not talking to me. You’re not kissing me. I know you’re not enjoying our time.”

“Baby.. I am-“

“No.. stop. Listen to me. I know you’re doing this out of guilt because you said you promised you’d come back to me.”

He sighs. He hears your frustration.

“I did say that.. but I kept it because I wanted to.”

His fingers reach out for you, gently cupping your cheek like a delicate object.

“I did it because I knew you were who I wanted to be with— even after all this.”

“Well.. why are you so close yet so far? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No.. no-no..” he says, “— I just.. can’t seem to fathom you still being here.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“..Because I look like this. I’m not the man I was before.” he mutters while looking away, slowly beginning to drop his hand off of you.

By recognizing his push-back behavior, your hand slapped his hand back into your cheek.

“What? Babe— what? No— wait—“

Your eyes widen at his revelation and had you searching his face for any smirk or slight expression.

There was none.

“Satoru— no.. no.. I love you. I would never leave you. You’re not any different from the man I learned to love. Other than the fact you’re pushing me away. And I hate it.”

Your other hand cupped his cheek.

His sad eyes were looking towards you— not at you.

He has felt lost for the past couple weeks. There were no more motives to continue. He only had you— and by being a different man— he felt like a different lover.

“You know I love you, right? That your hard work didn’t go for shit. You did it for your students. You did it for you. You did it for me. You did it for us.”

He nods.

“Then what’s wrong..? Talk to me.”

“Nobody needs me anymore.. I’m different and everyone knows it” he softly says.

“You’re not different” you retaliated, “everything changed but you. Everyone is working without the reminder of Sukuna.”

“I’m not worthy of your love” he states.

Wow, what a stupid man, you think again.

“Why not? I think you’re worthy of all my love because you’re the one who started sharing yours with me. And I told you way before all of this that I didn’t want it. I didn’t need it. Especially from a stupid man like you. But now, when I’m finally giving it back— you want to be even stupider by denying it? Who do you think you are?”

Your bitter words make him stay quiet, silently staring into you, gently pushing your hand off of his face.

“Do you know who you are, Satoru?” you pressed.

He stays quiet because he’s in-between saying “Satoru Gojo” and “Your husband.”

“You are my husband, whether you remember or not. You’re saying you came back and stayed because you wanted to, but you’re acting as if I had the plague. Do you not love me the way you did before because everyone changed?”

“..No.”

“Then? I still need you.”

Satoru’s breath catches in his throat before he even gets the chance to say anything.

That was all he needed.

He needed your rough love and reassurance. Your desire for him— despite looking different— was very much the same. You made him find a new ambition to strive for.

And then, his lips crash down into yours. Not so gently like before. The pale haired man wanted to show you that he still needed you— just as much as you needed him.

Despite knowing your past failed attempts of trying to touch him, Satoru let your hands roam. Every press of your fingertips left new tingles.

It’s been so long, he thinks to himself.

It’s been so long since you both had passion like this.

It didn’t take long for Satoru to follow your lead and push back your hair, easing you into the kiss and his almost overwhelming height.

Your mutual sighs and moans linger in between the kiss, making your intentions clear.

Satoru quickly begins to guide you towards the already cold bed. Before he dropped you, his hands were already occupied on pulling off your bed garments. His warm hands easily slipped off your shorts and took a short trip towards the over-sized shirt you so dearly loved to sleep in.

You were left in comfy underwear, the cotton kind that say some cringe quote on the back.

He pays no mind and begins to kiss your bare neck.

His warm mouth was kept occupied while your ass was being squished.

No time was wasted when he felt your hands sneak under his shirt, he gasped and instinctively gripped your wrist.

“—Satoru?”

“Sorry.. just—“

“No.. it’s fine, we don’t have to.”

“No..” he says, “I want it..”

Satoru’s determination was overriding his self-consciousness. It led his lips back onto yours, fingers slipping under your panties and dragging them down as your hands resumed their searching.

As soon as your underwear reached your thighs, he lifts his arms— aiding your desire to undress him. His pale skin was once a canvas to a long scar, but was now peppered with even more scars, big and small. He was conscious of your gaze but in a different light now. It wasn’t in dread— but admiration and love.

He quickly pulled his sweatpants off and pushed you onto the mattress. Instantly nudging your thighs apart to make room. Your body was basically putty. Your legs spread for him, your arms reached out for him, and your eyes were half-lidded, watching his every move.

Obviously, everything was noticed by him. Both of your bodies were tuned for each other. He trapped your hands with his, interlocking your fingers and pushing them onto the mattress on both sides of your head. Satoru’s slutty mouth was back on yours when you gasp at his clothed member rubbing against you. Slow and steady, tantalizing your body, and mocking your desire that portrayed itself with every hair of yours to stand up.

“Mmph— ‘Toru..”

Oh. That was all he ever wanted.

His right hand quickly let go of yours, reaching down to free himself of the pesky boxers you had bought him for his birthday a year prior.

“Fuck.. just wanna..”

“—Just wanna love you, ‘Toru..”

“Yeah.. yeah, okay— I wanna love you too.”

His lips reach yours to give a small peck before he pulls back to get a better view.

Your hair was splayed on the bed covers as Satoru’s hand pumped his cock. He wasn’t sure how he let himself get this far from you. You were there but he seemed so lost.

His mind was going crazy while stroking himself, small moans were being spilled as your eyes searched his scarred face.

Your hands reach out for him and he quickly pulls himself back to reality. The man lowers himself down to you again. Kissing you as if you’ve been gone for war. Which you were. The war in his mind almost brought you to make assumptions.

Right as your hands reached his waist his moans become whines.

“Satoru..? Sorry..”

“No.. it feels good..”

“You’re even more sensitive now.”

He softly hums before pulling back to look at you. His hand grabs his cock and gently rubs himself on you. Spreading your slick across and making you shiver at your own hyperactivity.

“S’wet for me.. it’s been long.”

You begin to softly pant and stare up at him. Your mouth wides as he slowly pushes in. The plush pink tip of his was reshaping you. Just how you liked it. He was warm and hard, yet gentle. There was no doubt you’d be able to do anything tomorrow.

His half-lidded eyes were watching your face. How your eyes glitched and those pearly whites he so dearly loved were flexed at every moan you let out.

“F- Fuck.. ‘Toru..”

Those soft whines of yours left no room for those thrusts of his that let an inch sneak in every time.

His hands gripped your under thighs as they met his hips every time he pushed in.

You swore you were on cloud 10.

His emotional absence left a void that you didn’t know how to seal.

Satoru’s personality was something that irked you when you first met. But, you learned to love it. You depended on it. He was your anchor and you were his catalyst. No one could love you like Satoru.

Your thighs began to squirm and your hands gripped onto the bed covers— anything you could reach at this point.

“A- Augh.. oh.. oh my god..” you whisper.

Satoru was too caught up in the moment, pushing into you with his innocently big cock.

He swore he could come at any second. His cock was ready to snap from how hard he was. But your gummy walls were aiding him.

His pace was still slow. Slow enough for him to reach down and kiss you, shutting you up and filling you up in the best way possible.

When he leaned down, you swore he touched your cervix. It made you jump and gasp.

Of course, Satoru felt it and began to move faster because it wasn’t just your cervix he was touching, it was also that sensitive and rough spot that loved being rubbed.

Your moans grew high pitched in his mouth as your hands gripped onto his hair.

“Mm—ah!! Satoru.. Satoru..”

It was silly to think he’d let you run right after he found your favorite place.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked at your swollen lips. Both of your lips. One was moaning while the other squelched his cock. Sinfully so.

“Baby.. takin’ it s’good..”

“..’Toru.. oh, ‘Toru”

Your hands moved to grip his biceps. He let go of your left thigh to begin rubbing your swollen clit. It was electric. Your body jolted as he softly sighed.

“So sexy.. god..” he muttered under his breath

After a few strokes you swore your limbs were getting tighter. Satoru felt you tense and continued his rubbing, effectively making you tighter around his cock.

“S- Satoru..”

“Yeah.. I know..”

You were coming.

Your breath caught in your throat before you squeaked

“I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcomingggg..”

Your pussy clenched around him and Satoru moaned. His hips slowed down and watched you. Your eyes squeezed closed and head rocked back. It wasn’t long before Satoru resumed his thrusts and aided your orgasm.

“A- Augh.. ‘Toru..”

He leaned down and kissed you.

After making out with you, he pulls out and comes on your clit. He rubs around you and moans at the sight.

You breathlessly look up at him. You swore his eyes twinkled.

Whether it was with mischief or just the moonlight landing on his irises— you weren’t so sure. But you knew your Satoru was back with you.

Despite everything changing because of him, he was your Satoru to love and keep.

Like a locket that stayed beside your heart.

Except with way more scars to kiss and love.

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oh my god idk how to post on here ;-;

this is a new way for me to make short satoru content

my user on ao3 is kenjakuoff, i hope to make more content! 🤓🤓🤓

he never shuts up. you figured that the day your limbs are all intertwined he’d shut up. but oh you were so wrong. the room’s bitter cold air made your already sensitive body shiver as satoru slowly pushed into you. his hands were gripping the underside of your thighs, moving them away so his eyes had a clear view of your pussy swallowing him for the first time.

“oh.. oh my god..” he said, his eyes looked higher and found you looking back at him with heavy lidded eyes and soft moans slipping from your lips that were puffy from that long make out session a few minutes prior. there was no room so he spread your legs a little wider to make himself slide in-between and kiss your jaw.

satoru had begun to push deeper into your wet and velvety walls that he had had so many wet dreams about. he was a prideful and sensitive man who didn’t know his limits. despite being the strongest, he had never treaded these lands. your wet cunt was making lewd sounds as he bottomed out.

“‘m gonna cum.. oh my god.. you feel so good, baby..”

this whole ordeal felt heavenly and random.. your boyfriend had just stuffed you of his cock and he was already on the verge of cumming.. his sweet name calling and confessions made your head spin.

“baby.. i love you.. baby..? you’re so wet..”

the commentary was even better.. his verging cock was making you dumb and warm. the moans that begun at his entry were nonstop after. he let go of your thighs by now and let his hands roam before settling around the indents of your hands. your mingling fingers dug into him, leaving crescent indents on his knuckles every time he pushed his cock in.

“s.. satoru..” you utter with the very few puffs of air your have

“shh.. i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop, baby..”

jeez.. you can’t even say anything before he’s already threatening you.