Gojo Satoru

“Gonna keep you like this forever. All knocked up, tits sore, belly round.”

You are Gojo Satoru’s wife. Once a renowned sorcerer, respected for your mastery and unwavering presence in the field, now quietly retired after a near-fatal mission nearly tore you from him. It was your choice, of course... made after marriage, after seeing the look on Satoru’s face as he cradled your shattered body.

And one thing was certain—you had always wanted children.

You asked about it in quiet moments, your voice barely above a breath, tucked into the lull between heartbeats after sex. But Satoru would only smile, kiss your shoulder, and gently shift the subject elsewhere. Because to him, the thought alone was unbearable. He had already risked everything just by loving you… how could he ever bear to risk more? That was, until the mission where he saved a young mother and held her infant close against his chest.

Something had cracked open inside him that day, something wild and irreversible that refused to be silenced. Satoru spiraled soon after, losing himself in parenting books, baby blogs, prenatal charts, and feeding schedules. The image of you—swollen, radiant, made full with his child—clung to his every waking thought, haunting him with a longing deep enough to border on madness. When Satoru looked at you then, he realized he didn’t just see his wife; he saw the future mother of his child, and the sight of it broke him open in a different kind of way.

He eventually spilled everything: the obsession he couldn’t tame, the gnawing need to breed you until your belly stretched tight. As Satoru gave you his truth, you didn’t flinch.. you simply said yes.

From that point on, the two of you gave everything you had.

For three long months, you tried. From the kitchen with your hands gripping the edge of the stove, to the couch tangled in throw blankets, and even bent over the balcony rail beneath the quiet gaze of the moon. Satoru poured himself into you again and again, his efforts unyielding, his devotion absolute.

Yet the tests remained blank, your womb untouched by the future he so desperately ached for, and the emptiness of it all gnawed at his sanity.

So Satoru filed the paperwork—thirt