#gojo has the flu aww

[chuluoyi]

✎ sick days

- gojo satoru x reader

who holds the fort when you fall sick? of course, it's your lovesick husband and baby!

genre: fluff, fluff, fluffff. basically, your baby is adorable, gojo is your husband and not only is he lovesick with you, he humors your baby so much it’s making me— sighs

note: based on this post! hi hi chu is back from vacation and here’s another dad!gojo fluff indulgence and we stan domestic men okay🤭

a part of gojo's love entries

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It's plain sight that Gojo Satoru is a highly attractive individual, and now that he has a son, it's fair to say that he’s the hottest dilf on the block.

With one hand twirling a famous brand of flu medicine box and the other propping his baby son at his hip, he garnered curious eyes, even in drugstore near his home.

“Hmm, why is it so cheap? Suspicious…”

Satoru let out a light hum, studying the orange and pink boxes, as well as glancing at the other purple box with bold labels claiming its effectiveness in halting cold symptoms, and then looked at his son.

His baby's big, crystal blue eyes blinked in wonder at the vibrant colors, and he reached out with grubby hands towards them. “Bwah!”

Suddenly, he got an idea.

“Hey, kiddo. Which do you think is better for mama?” he asked the baby, gesturing at the all three medicine on the rack with his jaw. “You choose.”

As if on cue, the little ball of fluff that was his son immediately reached out for the purple box, the more expensive out of all three displayed before him. Without missing a beat, he also seized both the orange and pink boxes in quick succession, holding them close to his chest.

Satoru broke into a hearty laugh, a wide grin split his face, as he affectionately tousled the boy's head with pride.

“That's my boy! Splurging is allowed—after all, we're rich!”

When the first signs of cold manifested in you, Satoru was already worried. He had warned you to take more rest, but typical you, you brushed it off as a mere fatigue.

And when this morning, you woke up to sudden coughing fits and hot-and-cold spells, which ended up with kicking him out of your shared bedroom in fear of spreading the virus, like the doting husband he was, Satoru promptly headed to the pharmacy with your baby in tow to get you some help.

"Oh my, sir, your son is so adorable!" the female cashier gushed when he got over to pay, finally voicing what other customers thought in their heads. He could sense the discreet glances from those around him even now.

As the baby clung to his shirt, Satoru tightened his grip on him and responded with a self-assured grin, ensuring those nearby heard his words, "Of course he is! My wife is pretty as heck too, shame she's down with fever today."

"Aww! Such high praise, you must adore your wife!"

"Mm-hmm!"

Ah, so he still has a wife. The other customers went about their day, some disappointed that the dilf was still evidently devoted to his wife. They could only wonder just who could the lucky woman was.

Moving on— after the short trip to the drugstore, Satoru went back home. He promptly checked on you in your master bedroom, inquiring, "Hey, how are—"

But he immediately halted upon seeing you nestled so comfortably under the blankets, sleeping soundly. For a moment, he simply stood, blinking and observing your serene slumber.

Strange that something inside him both softened and lurched at the sight. You were just that precious in his eyes. Stupid as it was, he was quite miserable to go through the day without your nagging and nitpicking. And above all, he never liked seeing you in any kind of discomfort—it made his protective instincts soar.

Hence his thought— there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, even if it means sacrificing heaven itself.

“Myah!” A hard shove on his arm and his baby’s babbling snapped him out of his trance. Satoru shifted his baby to his other hand, let out a questioning hum, and affectionately pinched his mochi-like cheeks.

“Hmm? You can’t be hungry, I—oooh,” a sheepish expression of realization appeared on his face, his blue eyes widened slightly as his baby glared at him. Then, chuckling like the goofball he was, Satoru patted him on his head to appease his grudge, “I haven’t fed you since this morning, eh?”

“Fwah!”

“Pfft! There, there… Me is sorry~ Now let me whip something up for you and mama, yeah?”

Now, he wouldn't claim to be the best chef, but he could certainly cook to save himself. Rolling up his sleeve, he went to the kitchen after leaving and stuffing his baby boy with a pacifier on his high chair.

“Hmmm, baby food for the minion and… congee? Yeah, congee should be good.”

Next task was feeding his already seething baby after he mixed together his baby food. He was a fussy eater—mostly with him, but surprisingly not so much with you (apparently, that's just his way of showing who he favors between his parents, heh). But when he managed to get the food in, with every spoonful, his son’s smile gradually widened, and so did his happiness.

Satoru thought then that he was the cutest thing he had ever created. His son was clearly a mini-him, but his reactions were definitely so you.

“Is it tasty? It is, isn’t it?” he cooed with baby voice, earning a delightful giggle in response from his son. Pushing his luck, he added with a suggestive grin, “Papa is the best, isn’t he?”

“Bwah...” The joyful expression on his baby's face faded instantly, dissolving into an unamused pout, prompting Satoru to righteously click his tongue.

“Why are you so against me?!”

After he was done with his fill, Satoru picked your baby up to the master bedroom to bring you something to eat. Seated on the opposite edge of the bed, he silently adored your sleeping form once again.

Right at that moment, the baby in his arms wriggled, reaching out for you. Acting on a sudden impulse, he put him on the bed, facing you.

“Now, go to mama, would you?” he whispered gently, grinning and giving his bum a light pat. “Go!”

Your son was also Gojo Satoru’s son, therefore he was an adept crawler even at barely seven months old. With remarkable agility, the little soldier steadily moved towards you, his diapers jiggling with each motion. He stopped right in front of your face, clearly recognizing you as his mother.

And your husband swore that even his logic-driven heart melted at the sight of your cute baby suddenly leaned in and clumsily smooched your nose.

Simply just the two most treasured loves of his life.

“Mm?” you let out a soft grunt, feeling the dryness in your throat as you cracked your eyes open, surprised to find yourself face-to-face with your baby. “Oh… why are you here? Don’t get too close…”

“He’ll be fine.” Satoru picked your son up, placing him on his knee and steadying him with one arm. Having moved next to you on the bed, he brushed hair from your forehead. “What about you, hmm? Feeling better?”

Your eyebrows creased into a frown. “Yeah, I think, but more than that, Satoru, I’ve told you, don’t let him—”

“Yes, yes, sweetheart. He won’t get sick, look, he’s as healthy as he can be~” and to make a point, he turned his baby over and lightly smacked his bottom, prompting a whimper from the little one and a gasp from you.

“Don’t spank him!”

“Ehh? Then can I spank you instead?”

“Satoru, you’re a little piece of—!”

Just you and him, as well as the little treasure that was your son. This little family was enough reason to live. To win.

And Gojo Satoru once again thought, that being the strongest didn’t really mean that much anymore because with his world in his hands, nothing else matters.

Epilogue

“You’re so silly, why did you buy so many?” you grumbled at the sight of three different brands of cold medicine your husband displayed in front of you. “One is enough, do you want me to overdose?”

Satoru snickered. “Don’t blame me, blame your kid. He’s the one picking all of them.”

You totally didn’t get what he meant at all, but yeah, your husband was the silliest human ever and that’s that.

“Hey, don’t you think it’s a bit smelly here?” Satoru suddenly asked, wearing a quizzical expression.

You took a sniff of the air, glancing at your baby blinking innocently and sitting calmly on your husband, and a realization struck you. “Uh, Satoru...”

Following your gaze, as if sensing an omen, Satoru hastily scooped up his son, letting out a bewildered gasp as he felt a slight wetness where the baby had been sitting on him.

“Did he just poo on me?!”

[wintergojo]

in sickness and in health (husband!gojo x gn!reader)

Synopsis: You care for the strongest when he’s sick.

Tags: fluff, slice of life, married couple (reader is referred to as ‘spouse’), mentions of illness, gojo acting like a child, he has the flu and wants reader’s attention 🥺

Word count: 1.8k

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Note: Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged my last fic!! I’m really happy, ily you all <33 This idea has been floating in my mind for months now, and I finally had the will to write it UwU

1:17 pm and you’re tired and hungry from all the waiting you’ve been doing for gojo to come down. he was already awake when you called for him to eat lunch because the both of you will be going out in a while, considering it's a sunday, but it had been 29 minutes since. you decide to give him one more minute, being the considerate spouse that you are, knowing he’s probably tired from all the stuff he had to deal with within the week starting from gakuganji, itadori, as well as training of the first years and second years.

1:18 pm and you walk inside the room, seeing a six-foot smurf visibly shivering despite being wrapped in a cocoon of blankets (definitely not how he looked like 30 minutes ago). you hurriedly search for the air conditioner’s remote, turning it off. you tiptoe on your way to his side, extremely careful not to wake him up, but fail to see one of the pillows on the floor so you trip on it and fall flat on your face, earning a hoarse snicker from the man in the bed above you. you glare at him, he grins and blows you a kiss.

1:42 pm and you’re sitting on the edge of gojo’s side of the bed, waiting for the beep of the thermometer. you've already spoon-fed him a freshly made okayu—courtesy of him insisting he won’t eat anything and would die with a heart full of grief if you did not feed him—and made him take paracetamol. you’ve also made him wear a surgical mask, i'm not risking getting your virus, you firmly said while putting his mask on him, and he responded with an exaggerated gasp accompanied by a real cough as he dramatically clutched his chest, so mean, honey, do you not want to share my germs anymore?

2:03 pm and you’re back in the room after washing the dishes, only to see gojo in the middle of slowly putting a pair of jeans on. what are you doing? you ask, swiftly moving to stand in front of him and touch his forehead, you’re still hot. though you can’t see his lower face, you know he’s smirking when he responds with a croaky voice, i know i'm hot, babe, it's why you can’t keep your hands off me. he grabs your hand on his forehead, and i'm getting dressed for our date. we’ll be leaving in a while, right? he then leans in, kissing your cheek behind his mask. you firmly shake your head, pushing him back on the bed and tucking him under the sheets. your health is far more important than that, just rest for now. he whines—unsurprisingly—before pouting and dejectedly muttering about how a little flu won’t kill me, you know and that maybe you’re just using his sickness as an excuse to not spend more time with him. you scoff and stick your tongue out at him, finding his sulky nature adorable.

4:33 pm and you feel a warm hand snake around your waist and an equally warm face nuzzle into the crook of your neck. you’re currently standing in the kitchen, preparing your husband’s zosui. the leftover rice porridge you made earlier now sits forgotten on your dinner table because gojo thinks it’s not sweet enough, baby. to which you answered, it’s not supposed to be sweet at all, you manchild. you turn to scold said manchild, but was met with a white blanket floating into the air, no signs of the sorcerer left in the kitchen. you walk around trying to find the sick menace, suddenly feeling a tinge of cursed energy. satoru! you call, entering the living room and seeing your husband snickering while standing behind the couch. you're about to catch him, but he disappears yet again, a playful catch mee~ reverberating throughout the room.

5:05 pm and you’ve already searched through every nook and cranny of the four-walled penthouse you live in. it’s been half an hour since your menace of a husband decided to play hide and seek sorcerer edition with you and frankly speaking, you're getting annoyed (and worried) that he still has this much energy despite having an illness that kills 3,000 people in japan yearly. you've lost count of how many times you've almost caught gojo only for him to teleport, but not without obnoxiously laughing followed by a what's wrong, baby? seems like i'm still a looot stealthier than you~ or a you can't find me with that half-assed will, babe!~ you're barely hanging on your last thread of patience, ready to snap and use your technique to turn his house into shambles.

5:17 pm and you're sitting on the couch in the living room, arms folded and frowning so hard your eyebrows could be mistaken as a unibrow. boo!! you suddenly hear someone say, accompanied by a sudden hand on your shoulders. you jump, but quickly compose yourself so the snow-haired man-child could see that you're not having fun with the little game he's playing. you hear him ask from behind you with a teasing tone why you stopped searching but you don't respond, only huffing and turning your head away. you hear his footsteps, and suddenly he's standing right in front of you with the blanket draped over his shoulders and his forehead glistening with sweat. he's also panting heavily behind his mask, something you didn't hear before, and you can see him slightly shivering despite the air conditioner turned off.

5:19 pm and you quickly stand, panicking, one hand reaching for gojo's forehead to feel his body heat. your worry worsens when you feel him burning up, so you remove the mask off him, finding it funny (and a little heartbreaking) at how he really obeyed your earlier command to never take it off unless you ask him to, even though now he's visibly struggling to breathe. you feel him lean into the touch and close his eyes, releasing a soft exhale upon feeling your skin. you make him lie on the couch, quietly nagging at him while wrapping the sheet on his body. he just looks at you and smiles, gorgeous ocean orbs shooting out love bullets and hands reaching out to stop you from leaving. you tell him you're just gonna get him a new pair of clothes and blankets, as well as some stuff you need to bathe him. he briefly presses his lips to your hand before letting go, closing his eyes to try and even his breathing.

6:48 pm and you're carding your hand through gojo's snowy locks, his head on your lap, chest rising and falling steadily. you've finished wiping his whole body with a lukewarm water and a washcloth, as well as dressing him up with sweatpants and sweater. he's been asleep on the couch for an hour now and you let him, not wanting to have him spend energy on going upstairs to your shared bedroom. his fever still hasn't gone down, so you made sure he's wrapped nicely like a burrito in the new blanket you got (the other has been damp with sweat). your husband is also wearing a mask again, after insisting that he can't have his beloved beloved spouse get sick and suffer like he currently is (you think he's being a tad dramatic, but you'll take it. thinking back that aside from the stress-inducing game he forced you to play earlier, he had been obedient most of the time and took your every word to his heart). the zosui you were cooking earlier just sits on the stove, and as you give your husband a kiss on his forehead, you decide to just heat it up later for dinner.

8:51 pm and you're sitting on your side of the bed while your husband's lying on your lap once again, still wrapped in a blanket and body positioned like a fetus. it's actually really hot with the air conditioner off, and you wonder how gojo caught a flu in the middle of summer. he hasn't woken up since you spoon fed him dinner (again) probably due to the tremendous amount of energy he used to move and teleport himself around the apartment. you're tired too, feeling like you just took care of a flu-laden hyperactive 4-year old. you look at him again, now face free of the mask, and you feel your heart skip a beat on how handsome he still is. you hold his cheek with your right hand, leaning down closer to his face. you were such a big baby today, you himbo, you fondly say, smiling and pecking his nose. but you're my big baby, you giggle softly, pressing a loving kiss on his lips. i love you so much, satoru, you whisper, get well soon, leaning to kiss him once more before lightly biting his bottom lip.

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9:06 am and it's already monday. you're in front of your husband's students (the first and second years minus itadori), explaining to them why their teacher can't oversee their training so you're taking his place instead. gojo-sensei has the flu, you say, earning you a confused noise (and some scoff, you think you heard maki’s the loudest). you already had a feeling they won't believe you easily, so you whip your phone up to show them a photo of you holding a peace sign with your husband in the background sleeping with a kool fever slapped on his forehead.

5:26 pm and you’re peppering gojo’s face with kisses, showering him with love after not seeing him for nine hours. your husband just holds a loving smile on his lips, obviously enjoying how you’re spoiling him. he felt and heard your little kisses and get well soon last night when you thought he was asleep, and that had been his fuel all this time to try his best not to die. he's getting worried though, his fever and cold has gone down and he doesn’t feel as fatigued as he was yesterday, but he can see your eyes getting runny and you’ve been kinda sniffing since you got home.

10:34 am the next day and gojo finally tells the first and second years to take a break. they all plop down on the field, and he takes a mental note to strengthen their stamina more. nobara then calls out to him and asks him why you’re not in the campus, a curious look on her face. gojo grins before taking his phone out of his pocket, showing them a selfie he took earlier with his face squished next to yours—who’s sleeping with flushed cheeks and a kool fever on forehead. panda snickers, you guys really can’t keep your hands off each other, huh, earning an ugh from the rest of the students (save for toge who cheerfully says shake!).

Ps. Happy birthday megumi 😚😚

Thank you for reading! 🤍 Feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated <33

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Happy Birthday, My Love. Final Part

Gojo Satoru SatoruXWifeOc

Finally done. This took a lot longer than I thought, and again going to take a try work on my Nanami Fanfic and I thinking about getting Bungo Stray Dogs Fanfics.

Rose was still looking at Satoru. "... Y-You want a.. want to have... a baby?

"Yep." He said, drinking his tea acting like everything was normal.

Rose was still looking at him, unsure he was being serious or not. Sure He has always said random things there were off and random. But was out left field.

She tried to clear her mind and was trying to speak.

"O-Okay. That's... A-Are you joking around, right now? Because for I can't tell you're joking or not ."

"No, no, I'm %100 serious." said Satoru, then looks at her. "Why you... don't want one?"

"I-I didn't say that... I-I was ... I-I didn't... You just said that out of no where and ... well... It caught me off guard. Way off guard actually."

Satoru didn't say a word, he just stared the his mug. "... Yeah. But..." He began but stopped.

Rose sat there looking at him. He just sighs. "I-It's just... ... You know, never mind. I-It's just too stupid."

"No, honey. It's not." said Rose, she reached out placing her hand over his. He didn't say a word, he felt hand other on his cheek and making looking over her.

"It's not stupid at all, and really most adorable ever that the great Gojo Satroru has baby favor."

She was smiling at him, a smile that made him feel alright.

"I-I think it would be nice to have our very own little one ... running around some day." said Satoru. “Like I was out early this afternoon and thought it be cool to go to the large department I somehow ended up a store for babies, and I was looking around and well… I just started thinking about it. And My. Oh, goood. They so tiny and so cute~. And on my way I saw the cutest little boy who got super excited when the all the trees cover in lights."

"Aww. That's sweet.

"Heh. Yeah. But... to bad we can't have one." he said.

Rose smiles fades slightly and just looks at him. Satoru was looking at his mug of tea. He was still smiling, but it was... ... more bitter.

"... Why would say that?" asked Rose.

"... Because we're both sorcerers."

The didn't say anything, Rose just looks at him, and sighs. "...Yeah..." she said. "Raising a kid and dealing curses, teaching classes and another shit on top of that." She sighs. "And me being a mom... Well, that would be a huge mistake."

Satoru looks at her. She was staring at the table, with sad expression.

"Rosie, that's... not true."

"It would be a mistake, Satoru. I-I just can't see myself as a mother. And look, I want to be one. I really do. But at same time I don't want put my child through same shit I went through."She looks at him. "My childhood was fucked up, and with all shit I have seen, I-I just want to be them goes thought that. I-I would make a awful mother..."

There was long pause, and Satoru turns his body so that he was fully facing her.

"Rose. Look at me."

She turns her to him, and he gently flicked on the forehead.

"... ... Aggghhh... Why did you do that?" Rose a bit confused, rubbing her forehead.

"For talking negatively about yourself." he said, crossing her arms. "You know I hate you when you do that."

"I-I wasn't being negative, I'm being honest."

Satoru gives her an annoyed look, and flicks her forehead. "Stop it."

"Hey, hey! Okay, okay..." Rose said, waving his away from him.

"You make the best mom in the whole world, Rosie." Satoru said. "You help me raised Megumi and Tsimiki."

"Well, that's different." said Rose.

"No. It's not. Even before we started dating you take the time to spent time with them. I remember when the kids got sick with the flu one time, and when you planning on going back to the US. But you canceled your flight and ended up helping out me out." As he was saying, he was smiling softly at Rose. "You alway are good with Maki, Toge, Panda and Yuta as well. You are so good too them and you show them love and acceptance, no matter where they came from or background you just you have so much love to give."

He takes Rose's hand and gives a gentle kiss. "And that's what I love and admire about you."

Rose looks at him, smiles. "I-I... Um..." She whips a few tears from eyes. "Thank you, Satoru. That... That really means a lot."

"Heh. Love you, RoseBud."

"I love you, too."

Rose leans over and kisses him, and slowly each kiss was a bit more needy passionate. Rose pulls away and smiles at him.

"Heh. So... You want more cake or we could go to a little extra early~?" She asked, giving a sly smile.

Satoru's face lights up, and got his feet and before Rose knew she was picked up and throw her his right shoulder.

"H-Hey! Satoru!" said Rose.

"Yay, I finally get to have birthday sex~." And he began walking down the hall way, began patting her butt. "Let's go, Sweetness."

"S-Satrou, please put me down!!" said Rose, trying wiggles out his grip, then felt something hard hitting her in the back of the head. "OW!!! Motherfucker!!!"

Satoru stops, and slowly put her down, and Rose began rubbing the back her head. She had hit her head on the arch of the door way.

"Shit! S-Sorry!" He took her hand, and led her to the kitchen, and rushed over the fridge and pull out an ice pack."

Rose was leaning against the doorframe, her head throbbing in numbing pain. Satoru walks over and grabbing a green dry dish cloth.

"Okay, here you go." He wraps the cloth around the ice pack, and gently placed on the back of Rose's head. "How's that? Better?"

"Y-Yeah. O-Ow." Rose groans. "Jeez, that... that really hurt."

"I am so sorry, baby." said Satoru, feeling really awful about that Rose hit her head the arch of the doorway. "I... Kinda forgot I am tall."

"It's fine." she smiled. "... Hey."

"Yeah." he said.

"About what you said... ... Do you think I would a good mom?"

Satoru looked at her as if said something that was beyond stupid. "Duh. Of course you would, Sweetness. Now stop self doubt talk?"

Rose smiles. "Okay, okay... Just I really do appreciate everything that you do for me. You're too good for me sometime."

"Well, Sweetness, you were the first that was good to first." Satoru smiles. "Hey, did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Yes. Heheh. Not that long ago."

"Well, I'm gonna tell ya again. I love you very much~" said Satoru, going a sweet kiss on the check. "How's head doing?"

"It's fine. Doesn’t really hurt that much right now."

"Great" He grins. “Because tonight I'm gonna hit you with something that just as hard~."

The moment of silence, as Rose was looking at with deadpan expression. And Satoru was grinning at like an idiot . She did not say a word. She turns her back on him and began walking out the kitchen.

"H-Hey! Where ya goin', babe!" sait Satoru.

"I'm going to bed." she said.

"Oh, good. I still get birthday sex~.”

Rose didn't say a word, and Satoru began to run after her. "Right!? Rosie, c'mon say yes!!!!"

Rose still didn't respond, as Satoru was dashing after her as they made their way to their room. Needless to say it was a good birthday.

The End