Shout Out To Everyone Who Participated In The January-february Mass Depressive Episode

scene from chapter 31 of Binding Vows by Silvershine on ao3! Art made by the author! (located at the end notes of the final chapter!)

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THINGS GOJO SATORU SAYS IN BED

“hey—no teasing. take it all. ngh .. fuck me..”

“you cryin?”

“lay back, and let me do all the work. i just want you to sit there and look pretty.”

“try to keep your legs up, i know it’s hard. but try for me beautiful.”

“want me to help you?”

“get it wet .. just like that. you know i like it sloppy.”

“just wait baby .. fuck—give me a damn minute.”

“does it hurt when i fuck you like this? hm? why are you squeezing me so tight then?

“tell me you love it .. fuck, you’re so dirty.”

“arch it baby .. there you go angel.”

“nuh-uh, open those pretty legs.”

“don’t make me cuff your hands, bet you’d like that huh?”

“you’re weak here .. right?”

“keep your eyes on me.”

“you look so fucking beautiful .. such a little slut for me when i eat that pretty cunt out .. i should do it more often. y’so soft for me now.”

“you can do it pretty .. you can take it—shit!”

“want me to spank that pussy? lay back then,”

“give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“one’s enough for you? think that pussy’s begging for another.”

“don’t be embarrassed .. i love it when you squirt for me.”

“you want it so bad? beg.”

CRIED. SHITTED TEARS. MY POOR BABY SUGURU. LOVE SATORU THOUGH <3

A baby? — gojo satoru

Gojo Satoru x wife!reader

Request: Gojo’s wife tells him she’s pregnant for the first time.

tags: husband!gojo, pure fluff, some crack??? brief mention of smut.

note: Gojo was never mentioned to be the heir, however, he is in this au. Also, this is my 1st time using self-insert; I hope you like it!

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"What if it's positive?"

"Then you will have a baby."

"And what if it's negative?" you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

Shoko sighed, "Then, you won't have a baby," she responded, pulling out another cigarette.

You hummed in reply, still seated on the toilet, your gaze fixed on the pink pregnancy test in your hand.

"However, I'm sure it will be positive," she added. "You and that idiot have been putting in so much effort for a baby."

"W-We are not," you stammered, face turning red.

Shoko raised an eyebrow as she lit her cigarette, "Everyone heard you. You and Gojo have been breeding like dogs everywhere—the school dorms, the classes, the toilets, and even on missions."

"Hey! We didn't fuck in class!"

"Yet," Shoko replied.

Your eyes widened as you looked at your bestfriend before bursting into laughter, "It's just... Satoru has been rather excited since our wedding day."

"You mean he's excited about not having to use condoms anymore," Shoko chuckled, but her humor met your silence. She gazed at you, noticing your face downturned, a smile disappearing as you stared at the test.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," you replied, trying to hide your uneasiness with a small smile. However, she wasn't convinced.

"It takes a few minutes; looking at it will only make you more nervous," she said, snatching the stick from your hand and putting it on the counter. "Now, tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed, "I'm scared it will be another negative test and disappoint them."

"Who?" she asked.

You looked up at her, "The clan's elders."

"Continue."

"Merely a month after the wedding, they began forcing me to be examined every time we visited, to confirm if I'm pregnant or not. It's been five months now, and there's been no success. They are growing frustrated. I've seen them, Shoko, casting disappointed glances and whispering behind my back, questioning whether I'm fulfilling my duty..." You struggled to hold back tears, hands trembling as you clutched your head, breathing heavily. The ordeal extended beyond mere tests. They were relentless in their pursuit, dragging you to doctors who pried into the most intimate details of your body and marital life, questioning your fertility as though it were a commodity to be measured and assessed.

"Hey, take deep breaths," Shoko said, throwing the cigarette, and kneeling in front of you.

You followed her advice, gradually calming down.

"Is Satoru aware?"

"No," you replied, shaking your head. "I didn't want him to be at odds with his family."

"You are doing wrong by not telling him. His family arranged your marriage at a very young age and now expects both of you to give them heirs immediately."

"But it's my duty to the clan, I owe—"

"You owe them nothing," Shoko said, cutting you off.

A surge of frustration fueled your response, "You don't understand, they raised me!" you snapped, the words escaping before you realized what you had done. "I'm sorry!" you said, looking down at your lap. "I don't know what to do."

"Do you want your child to be raised like you were?" she asked.

As you were about to reply, she turned and looked at the pregnancy test, "The results are showing, however, I won't give you the test until you answer. Do you want your child to live the same childhood you experienced?"

You looked into her eyes, memories flooding your mind. You realized you never had a single choice for yourself—your clothes, food, education, training, even the way you spoke and walked. Everything was meticulously chosen, molding you into the perfect wife for their heir. If your child were to be a precious girl, she would likely face the harsh label of disappointment, forced to endure the same struggles as you did, destined to be pawned off to another clan. On the other hand, if it were a son, he would likely grow to be just another puppet in their hands.

"No," you shock your head, "I don't want that for my child. I want them to have choices, to be free."

Shoko nodded, handing you the pregnancy test, "Then let this be the first step in taking control of your own life and your child's future. Your child deserves better, and so do you."

You took the pink stick, and there they were — two lines.

Turning restlessly in bed, sleep avoided you. Thoughts of tomorrow loomed on your mind—being forced to go to the clan's compound, enduring their judgmental looks.

Your hand instinctively went to your flat belly, feeling vulnerable. You didn't want your unborn child around them—It was your child, not theirs. You were the one nurturing and growing it. All you wanted was to protect it, to shield it from anyone who wants to claim your baby.

You felt two strong hands encircling your waist from behind as Satoru pulled you against his chest. Nuzzling his face into your hair, he inhaled the sweet scent of roses, leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder up to your neck.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he murmured.

You froze as his hand gently rested on your belly, questioning if he was aware of your pregnancy. Two weeks had passed since you found out, and you hesitated to tell him. Fear gripped you at the thought that once he knows, the clan will know. However, time was running out, and soon the child's heart would form, he would sense it.

You swallowed hard, replying hesitantly, "Nothing."

Satoru hummed softly; he knew something was off. Gently, he took you by the waist and turned you to face him.

Even though you were now looking at each other, you kept your face nestled against his chest.

"Tell me what's bothering you, doll," he asked.

"I told you it's nothing," you whined, snuggling closer to his chest.

He didn't fully believe you, but he remained silent, knowing that you would eventually open up. Pulling you even closer, he allowed you to rest your head against his chest, his fingers tracing your back smoothly.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened as the words left your mouth. "Pregnant," he whispered, the realization sinking in—the love of his life was pregnant with his child.

Suddenly, he heard sniffles. He looked down, seeing tears streaming down your face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

You cried harder upon his words. Having no choice, he pulled himself up and brought you to his lap, cradling you against his chest.

"You are not happy," you said, between hiccups.

Satoru started to panic, "No, I swear I'm not... I'm just surprised."

"You have been fucking me raw for months, why are you surprised?" You glared at him.

He chuckled, "Well, It's your cunt clutching around me every time I try to pull out, doll."

A small smile played on your face, "Shoko said that too," you pouted.

Satoru laughed, wiping the tears from your face and kissing your cheeks, "Well, she's right."

You looked into his eyes, surprised at the unusual calmness. It was a stark contrast to the childish behavior of your husband, "Are you truly happy?" you asked, nervously biting your inner cheek.

"I am," he replied with a genuine smile, his eyes gently lowering to your belly. "Can I?"

You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on your flat belly. Giggles escaped both of you as your eyes met. You yelped in surprise as he gently pushed you down onto the pillows, kissing your belly affectionately before placing his head against it.

"Hello, little one," he whispered. "This is your papa."

A genuine smile graced your face as you lovingly caressed his hair. However, the reality began to sink in at that moment—your husband had found out, and with that, so would his clan.

You swallowed hard, "Would you be disappointed if it's a girl?" you asked, tears gathering again.

"Why would I?" he replied in confusion, looking up at you.

"Because... because your grandfather wants an heir. A male heir."

"Then that old man can create his heir by himself," he said. "Whatever the child is, I will love it the same.”

"But the clan..."

"Fuck the clan."

"This is not a game," you said, panic rising within you. "It's a child, a human being, and we are barely eighteen. Heck, we haven't even finished school yet."

Satoru kept his gaze fixed on your face for a moment then gasped, "We screwed up."

"We did," you said. "Do you regret it?"

"Never," he replied.

Both of you laid in silence for a while, gazing at the ceiling, your hands clutching.

"I don't want them to raise our child," you confessed, finally voicing the haunting fear. "I don't want them near our baby."

Satoru’s mind flashed with memories of childhood. He knew he wouldn't have kept his sanity if it weren't for you—his sweet wife—by his side since youth. He was the miracle, the strongest, the possessor of both limitless and six eyes, yet never seen as a child. His deepest desire was to live a normal childhood—to play freely in the park with his parents, to be tucked into bed and kissed goodnight by them instead of servants, to play with other kids without being feared.

"We will leave," he said, turning his gaze back to you.

"Huh?" you questioned in confusion.

He pulled you closer, his hand caressing your cheek, "We will leave the clan and never turn back."

"But we can't—"

"Yes, we can. We are the strongest; they would never manage to stop us," he said. "I want our children to have a normal childhood, and they will have it. Please say yes."

You looked into his eyes, searching for hesitation, but found none. With a nod, you agreed, "We will leave. But," you paused, a smile showing on your face, "I want a cat and a house."

Satoru chuckled, "Anything you want. What else?"

"I want a small house with a big garden so our child can play, and a porch for Shoko to smoke in it."

Satoru hummed, his hand returning to your belly, caressing it gently.

"Two rooms. No, three! One for us, one for the baby, and one for Shoko."

"What about Suguru?"

"He can sleep on the sofa," you sneered.

"You cheeky thing," Satoru said, towering over you and placing kisses all over your face. He then looked into your eyes and leaned his forehead against yours, "I will get you the moon if you ask me."

You smiled warmly at him and asked, "Do you think we will be good parents?"

"I will be the best father," he declared loudly.

You rolled your eyes, "You don't even know how to change diapers."

He winced at your words, followed by an awkward chuckle, "Suguru can change them." 

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Geto: Satoru... I've seen you spend a lot of time with Utahime lately.

Gojo: Suguru- it's not what it looks like!

Geto: That so? So, no reason for me to be jealous?

Gojo: No! You're the only one for me.

Geto: You sure?

Gojo: I promise! Uta and I are just dating. She's just my girlfriend.

Geto: So, there's no best-friend-feelings involved?

Gojo: You're still my bestest best friend. She's just the love of my life, nothing more.

Geto: I'm the only platonic love of your life, right!?

Gojo: Of course, bro!

Geto: Bro...

Utahime: What the fuck?

Shoko: I'm sorry for you.

oh you hate gojo? thats so #quirky of you. do you want an award. should we call gege.

Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.

he think