That Funny Little Girl Also Known As, Papa! Gojo Satoru Who Takes Bath Time So Very Seriously, He Cries

that funny little girl ෆ also known as, papa! gojo satoru who takes bath time so very seriously, he cries about it.

note! ⭑ gender neutral reader · he’s the happiest girl dad ever · he washes her hair in the bath · canon divergent au · fluff · we bounce around the timeline three times but that’s Fine ! ! 2k :<

“daddy?” his baby calls for him, satoru, who happens to be sitting right beside her bath— criss-crossed legs, paying less and less mind to the cold tile floor that’s making his skin shiver, and more on what she has to say.

“yeah baby?” he’s just down the hall, but you’ve begun to pick apart how his voice, with every syllable, sounds so fond when he speaks to her: his baby, forever his baby.

you hear the gentle hum she hums for a quick second, the mumbling, jumbling of her words as she sorts out what she wants to use and then, “why’s the sky blue?”

there’s a bathtub marker in her hand when she asks, the same ones satoru was so incredibly persistent on buying at your last shopping store run—

“bathtub markers?” he hears the quirk in your eyebrow before he has a chance to see it, holding the pack of 8 in his hand like it’s the newest and greatest invention yet.

“yup! we need them!” he stands side by side with his mini me— silly puppy dog eyes matching their faces and dramatic pouts fixed to both their lips.

he whispers what he thinks you won’t hear, covering his lips behind the palm of his hand as he kneels to her side, “pssst…” he’s hissing comically loud, “we need to say please, sunshine.”

“pease!” no please— she’s much cuter about this whole ordeal than he is— nodding her head as she swings her feet back and forth, fluttering around without a sound.

what’s harder than saying no to her? satoru would vote it’s probably saying “goodbye!”

your heart glows a little brighter, too impossible to resist— “‘toru, it sounds like you want them more than she does.” grabbing the bundle of colors, you flip them to the side, skimming through its directions and their warnings.

“me?! are you denying our precious girl of an artistic future?” there’s a hand over his face again, covering the gasping motion he’s let out, “that she’s not destined to be the next picasso?”

“she’s three! how would you know?” funny grins paint over both your faces because it’s a sweet thought: her future. who’ll she be and what’ll become of her.

“there’s an artist inside that little heart, i can feel it.” he’s determined to stick to the skit, crossing his arms over his chest and puffing with a promising certainty for it all.

it’s even funnier because he knows he’s won too— when you hand over the markers to your baby’s pudgy fingers— he has that face plastered on, same as every other time he’s won you over on something trivial.

“so honey,” you’re actively ignoring the cutest dimples on the corner of his smile, “what will you draw when you get home today?”

“f’owers” she points at the red marker, “for you!” an obvious reference to the dozen roses she’s seen on the dinner table.

“you’re so sweet! draw me the prettiest flowers, okay?” you boop the bubble of her nose and tiny pearly whites form a cheeky smile in return— “ahem. aren’t you forgetting someone?” satoru follows behind you both as you begin to stroll down the aisle again.

“and for daddy,” the coast is clear so you take the chance to stop and spread your arms as wide as you can, “you draw him the biggest blue sky that matches his eyes!”

she giggles at the dramatics, your stretched out arms and satoru’s loving gaze at you— she mimics these two things. “biiig sky ‘n daddy!” and it’s true, your satoru carries the biiig sky wherever he goes.

— “hmm.” he thinks hard about it. how exactly do you explain the color of the sky to a toddler?

he scoots in a little closer now, splashing sounds echoing around while she fidgets with the other toys in the bath, “so, the light from mr. sun is made of all the colors of the rainbow! do you know which ones?”

satoru picks out the markers in the pattern he’s learned it as— red, orange, yellow, green in her hand, blue, and the purple that seems the closest to violet.

she doesn’t look very interested. yet. you doubt it as long as there’s paddling toy turtles clicking across the bubbly water; her attention’s obviously elsewhere.

satoru uncaps the yellow marker first: forming one big, rigid circle against the shower wall that represents the sun— followed by streaks of all the other colors in his hands stretching away from it, representing light.

“like this,” he says, “all the colors of the rainbow.” he returns the green marker she had at first, happily holding onto the object again.

“but ms. earth” a cake of blue forms as the felt tip rolls around in one spot again, “likes blue the best. so, she makes her sky blue.” and with that, your baby blinks up at him like a doll— eyelashes woven into the perfect curl, and he wonders if he’s only confused her even more.

“oh.” it’s funny how somber-toned she sounds— oh. in the way you’ve just gotten your favorite show spoiled. the utter shock, the disbelief! oh. she says.

“just kidding!” he gleams now as she watches. apparently, it had been enough to grab her attention even for the slimmest second. he lays the markers back where she had them, within her reach.

“the sky’s blue because daddy’s eyes are blue.”

and if he gleams, his baby does too, “i knew it!”

(he will have to explain himself to you later. please forgive him and his little, white lie!)

“you did?” satoru settles his knees as close as he can to the tub now, minimizing all the space he can as he reaches for the shampoo bottle on the edge of the bath, “isn’t my little girl so clever? the smartest!”

she giggles, water splashing around as she moves closer towards her daddy’s arms— completely used to the routine by now, “like papa.”

he squeezes the bottle as his heart’s being squeezed too, watching lavender scented soap pour onto the palm of his hands, he smiles. “you think i’m clever, sunshine?”

“sometimes.” but she’s off in her own little world again, drawing on the wall with her favorite turtle beside her.

he supposes he will take what he can get.

with a gentle rinse to her hair, satoru begins to form a gentle lather along the crown of her head, “i want to be a clever daddy for you,” he says.

yes, it comes with no thought, as if the words have simply fallen to his tongue before they’ve reached his mind, “a good papa.”

and it’s happened so frequently, he jokes with you about how she must have some sort of technique to pull out the honest truth from anyone— even without trying to.

“you just love her, satoru.”

amidst the grogginess of the morning and eyes closed shut, you tell him that much. it’s all you can mutter out when your firefly of a husband rises before the sun.

he claims it’s the early morning clarity— when your mind is filled with everything and nothing, all you can do it spill your heart out.

he loves this part of the day with you.

“i do. a lot.” he says in one breath, just before shifting from being your big spoon to glancing over at the baby monitor on his bedside table for the nth time.

there she is: leg dangling off the bed. plushies used for pillows rather than the pillows themselves. beautiful.

it doesn’t scare him as much as it used to— the act of loving. the acting of giving it. and the act of admitting just how much he does.

“she loves you too.”

with the soapy suds spilling over his knuckles and getting between his fingers, satoru notices something new.

he twirls around the ends of her hair, silky, precious, and finds it’s starting to curl around the shell of her ear on its own— when he doesn’t remember it doing that before.

and as he lowers his gaze, the soapy lather following along, he sees the longest strands of his baby’s hair sticks to the back of her neck. nape, ears and shoulders all meeting someone new.

satoru forgets time goes by fast, “when did you start growing up so fast, sunshine?” when you’re filled with love to spare.

she simply shrugs.

the strength in his knees give out, landing him right back down onto the tile floor, feet tucked underneath his body. “mm, it’s too fast.” he’s murmuring so lowly, you can barely catch on to what’s been said.

too fast to watch her go— but don’t say it out loud, satoru doesn’t have the heart to finish or hear the rest.

because soon, she’ll be able to say please, even without him asking her to— she’ll be able to pronounce her l’s until she loses her two front teeth— because inevitably, that’s going to happen soon after.

and when that happens, it’ll only mean it’s almost time for kindergarten— and she’ll be leaving his side, a big girl now, with a lunch bag in one hand and a slipping backpack over her shoulder— because inevitably, that’s going to happen soon after too.

and if kindergarten is right around the corner, so is middle school. and so is high school. and so is college! and the rest of her life from then on— because inevitably, it’s going to happen one day— where satoru’s baby is no longer a baby. and he will have to let her go.

“‘toru?” he turns to you, towel in hand, leaning against the doorframe. “what’re you cryin’ about now, crybaby?”

your daughter turns to face him in a heartbeat. curious.

“who’s crying?” awkwardly, he nudges his cheek into his bicep to hide any evidence, big hands still in need of rinsing along with her hair. “not me!”

stepping closer, you hang the towel over the hook before sitting right next to his side, “yeaaah, because you’re never the crybaby.” you poke gently around his ribs.

“you’re starting to get me, sweetness.” then, he dips his fingers into the water, bubbly foam parting ways from his skin— it falls down her shoulders when he rinses her off, all done with the bath, and having a little time to play.

you watch him for a while. trying to identify the cause and while trying to make small talk, you mention something without much thought, “her hair’s a lot longer now—”

cracking voice, it’s tinier than you’ve ever expected it to be, “i know.” a little sniffle, “she’s growing up so fast.”

“so that’s what this is about?” a chuckle comes out of you.

“maybe.”

you rest your head onto his shoulder, feeling tender as ever, “you’re so cute, you know that?” he rests his in return. “if it makes you feel better, we still have hundreds of days together.” watching the way she doodles on the wall, you two enjoy her happiness as if it were your own.

“it doesn’t feel like enough.” he says.

“i don’t think it’ll ever be enough.” there’s a pause in your train of thought before you continue, “maybe we’re greedy like that, ‘toru.”

and he knows he is. because there’s a sun in the blue sky with red roses to accompany it all, just like she promised.

“finish!” she looks back at you and him, hands in the air in celebration of her masterpiece being born.

“oh! they’re so pretty!” there’s enthusiasm in your voice, giving her all the attention in the world. “just perfect!”

you begin to ask her the little things, “what’s this?” “what color is that?” “did you like drawing today?” all while wrapping her in the princess themed towel you hung up earlier.

satoru’s gotten up from the floor too, taking it all in until she calls for him again, “that’s you, daddy.” she points at the blue on the wall as you carry her back to her room.

his heart screams though he’s no longer crying, and he hopes this lifetime will be enough to love.

satoru hears your footsteps pattering further down the hall when your voice resounds again, “come on daddy, we need help picking out today’s pijamas!”

“papaaa, hurry!”

his heart screams though he’s no longer crying, as he listens to the water flow down the drain. capturing her first piece of art on his phone, he has very little to say.

but if he had to say it and if his baby asked him to, satoru would confess:

“i’m so happy. i’m so happy to love you.”

he is one soggy little man when it comes to his kids and i needed to speak on that !!!! not ooc. this actually happened. i was the turtle. trust me. believeeeee !!!! THAT’S HIS BABY !!!!!!!

dkahkdhakdha imagine dadgojo and his little dumpling on the hunt/search of chocolate eggs scattered and hidden around the house while wearing little bunny ears and carrying a little basket! the entire scene being so adorable and funny kdjhakdhakd. Gojo tried to eat one but the little one scolded him because they can't eat until they find them all. gojo helping him reach the ones hidden on high places while S/o is enjoying the view and snaping pics of this wholesome moment :')

anon this was such a cute idea ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) tho i’m really really really sorry it took me so long to respond and it’s not even easter month anymore 😭😭😭

"yuweka!!"

your toddler's squeals echoed throughout your down floor bathroom as he found the sixth easter egg you and your husband had hidden around the house. you capture the moment with your phone, smiling tenderly at how your baby adorably mispronounces 'eureka' every time he spots a small oval-shaped object.

"dada, lookie!" your son effortlessly raises his light blue basket full of the medium-sized chocolate eggs he had already found. the said eggs made by you and satoru after tucking seishiro into sleep last night had a tempered chocolate as the outermost layer, a lemon drizzle flavored sponge cake as the inner layer, and a raspberry filling as the innermost layer. the whole egg was homemade and made with buckets of his parents’ love, except for its wrapper which was a variety of colorful patterned beeswax paper that you ordered from amazon japan (satoru refused to use colored aluminum foils as they weren't reusable).

the father, wearing his white and blue bunny ears, beams at his son before praising him for his efforts, "great job, dumpling! i wonder where the rest are? hmmm." the older man then comically looks up in contemplation as he holds his chin with his thumb and index finger.

seishiro lets out a giggle before toddling excitedly out of the bathroom, his cerulean eyes immediately scanning his surroundings like a predator hunting for a prey (in his case chocolate eggs).

it's cute. how your baby tries his very best to appear intimidating as he whips his head back and forth. yet with him holding that little basket you yourself crotched while wearing those white and purple fluffy bunny ears that match his hair, he just looks like a tiny kitten searching for a carrot.

your little boy was so excited for his second easter egg hunting that he managed to wake up fifteen minutes before seven a.m., throwing you and satoru off when he suddenly appeared screaming "eggies!!" while you were still setting up for his egg hunt. (you had to convince him to eat his breakfast first as your husband continued hiding the eggs.)

seishiro makes his way back to the living room, carefully climbing the marbled stairs with his short chubby legs while singing some gibberish cartoon theme and holding his father's hand. he lets go of the taller man's hand and runs straight towards the balcony as soon as he steps on the last case, tiptoeing to pull the glass door's lock down and sliding it to the right with his brute strength.

as the child snickers and runs outside, you and your husband look at each other with your mouths agape. you’re quite sure you were both thinking about the same thing. 'since when could our baby do that?' and 'do we have to toddler-proof the balcony?’

your balcony is a wide, L-shaped deck with 20-inch-tall glass balustrades on the edges covered with bushes of hydrangea and an L-shaped white outdoor couch positioned on the intersection. in front of the sofa was a matching 1.5-million-yen white boca de lobo lapiaz oval center table containing the hidden chocolate egg you hid with satoru earlier.

adjacent to the couch and to the side of the wall was a small infinity pool where the three of you occasionally swim, and an outdoor rattan lying bed your family rests in after a fun pool day.

you watch your baby whip his head all around his surroundings, platinum eyebrows adorably scrunched up as he walks towards the shrubs and crouches down to inspect them. you and satoru keep your distance from him, but still heavily on guard in case the toddler suddenly loses his balance and falls face down (you know the glass railings are more than sturdy and won’t shatter if that happens, but you’re both highly paranoid and unreasonable when it comes to seishiro’s safety).

“aw yew hiw, eggies?” you hear the toddler murmur while combing through the bushes, before he gets momentarily distracted by the fully bloomed pink hydrangea that came into his view.

your baby seemed to be deep in thought as he inspected the flower carefully, even putting his basket down at his side and muttering something to himself quietly. satoru asked his dumpling if he found hydrangea pretty, but seishiro was too immersed in touching the pink flower to even hear his father.

the toddler finally nods with resolution before using his two little hands to pluck the blossom and place it alongside his easter eggs. he looks at the both of you afterwards, standing up (but not before kissing the plant and apologizing to it) and running towards you while carrying his little basket.

your baby stands in front of you shyly, fiddling with the coral flower resting on the eggs as if he's hesitant to say something.

and you absolutely can't have that—seishiro thinking that he should not (or could not) voice out his concerns to his parents is a no-no.

so you and satoru automatically crouch down to his eye level, the white-haired sorcerer even lifting the child up to sit on his thigh.

"what's wrong, dumpling? hmm?" your husband asks while attempting to make eye contact with the boy. you, on the other hand, card your hand through your child’s locks on his forehead to keep his silky hair from blocking his eyes.

seishiro just snickers and sticks his tongue out at his father (who exaggeratingly gasped), before turning to you and meekly offering you the fully bloomed pink hydrangea. "pwetty fyowew fow pwetty mama!" he cheerfully declares as he stands up and presses a wet kiss full of adoration from his little heart on your cheek.

"ow ow ow ow dumpling, dada's hair! dada's hair!!"

your husband's dramatic cries were overpowered by your toddler's angelic laugh as he sat on his father's nape, pulling the older man's thick platinum hair to control wherever he wanted to go.

you continue taking pictures of their moment, zooming in fondly at your phone to look at the perfectly candid photograph of your baby boy gripping his father's hair with his eyes scrunched closed and mouth formed into a wide smile. said father below him had the same expression, although his face was contorted into something that looked awfully akin to pain (maybe he wasn't being dramatic after all).

seishiro is now on his second to the last egg, scouting the top of the kitchen shelves after finding three hidden at the top of his playroom cabinets. he probably got tired asking his older carbon copy "dada, can you wift seishi?" every time he thinks he spots something small oval-shaped object, so he asked to just sit on the back of his father's head the moment the three of you left the room.

“sowwy, dada.” the boy rubs satoru’s head with his chubby little hands and presses his lips onto the thick tufts of white hair. he then gives the chocolate egg he grabbed from one of the cupboards to his father who was currently holding the now tiny basket in his left hand.

just when your baby was about to go back to pulling his father's hair to maneuver out of the kitchen and look for the last egg, the sound of paper rustling immediately reached his ears. he looked down and saw his own father unwrapping the egg the boy had just given.

satoru was about to put the treat in his mouth when a pair of small soft hands suddenly covered his open mouth and a cheeky giggle was released, prompting your husband to look up and attempt to speak through a muffled voice.

“dada… can’t eat seishi’s eggies… untiw we find… ow eggies!” your baby eloquently says, astonishing both you and your husband (most especially your husband, who didn’t even notice that seishiro had already grabbed the treat from his fingers and handed it to you instead).

satoru then suddenly lifts seishiro off his nape and sits him on the countertop while you slowly walk towards them.

"since when could you speak so well, huh, dumpling? since when?" your husband starts attacking the boy with neck kisses, making seishiro laugh and squirm around while struggling to answer his father. you join in satoru’s kiss assault, blowing raspberry on your toddler's belly and wish for your precious baby to never grow up.

happy super late easter!!(?) hehe

navi

Who caught who?

- ˏˋGENRE: Friends to lovers, first kiss, fluff.

“How boring and soon we will have to return!” Satoru almost groaned and said the last sentence, looking martyred at the sunset. You overtook Shoko and Suguru and they were somewhere far behind you.

“Are you really bored?” You looked at him with an undisguised smile.

“I don't understand what you find interesting in trees, leaves, grass and so on?” He took off his black glasses, looking into your eyes.

You're thinking, but not about nature at all. Is your relationship with him quite interesting? Is that what it can be called? Something incomprehensible and invisible prevented both of you from moving up a step.

The way he looked at you, his touch, his attitude to you — it all became different.

“For example” you came forward to him. “Trees are needed to hide!” You quickly tore off his glasses and ran, not letting him come to his senses.

The cool wind blew pleasantly on your face, and the fabric of your dress was like a restless wave. Your ringing laughter filled the green garden, in which squat bushes and tall trees grow.

You knew perfectly well that you would not run away from him forever; your temples began to feel heavy, there was not enough air.

You turned around, but there was no one behind you. Has he lost you? Or are you too fast? Nonsense.

You hid behind a tall tree, trying to catch your breath. As soon as you lowered your gaze to look at his glasses, his tall figure suddenly appeared in front of you.

“Did you really think that my six eyes wouldn't find you?” His big hand rested on the tree. Satoru was looking at you with his trademark smile.

“Actually, I checked them for effectiveness!”

“Do you underestimate me?!” He immediately wanted to grab you, but you jerked so that you stumbled and, gasping in surprise, rested against his chest. Standing unsteadily, he fell, pulling himself along.

You both fell to the ground, the smell of fresh grass immediately hit your nose, making your head slightly dizzy, not having time to rest from running.

You noticed that for all the time only now Satoru's face and yours were very close.

Your soft curls tickled his cheeks and nose; He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, lightly touching your skin with the tips of his long fingers.

Satoru looked at you as if you were an angel who descended from heaven to earth. After all, that's how it was: the sun, which was behind you, created the illusion of a glowing halo over your head.

Only now did you see the purity of his blue eyes, reminiscent of blooming cornflowers or a clear sky.

“You're so beautiful.” You, looking away, instantly blushed when you heard such words from him.

“Satoru..” You said his name softly

“Yes?” His hands were holding you by the waist.

“I feel good with you.”

”I feel with you so good, too.”

Your heart quickened, the veins began to drive away the blood inside you as quickly as possible.

It's now or never.

Your lips hesitantly closed in a short kiss. Having understood what was going on, you kissed again more confidently: a little deeper and much longer. His tongue slowly, but with special tenderness caressed your red swollen lips. Satoru's fingers pressed closer to your waist, as if he was afraid that you would run away from him, so not letting him taste and share this first kiss with you.

New sensations have been discovered for both of you, causing a thrill in your hearts and an infinite number of thoughts that run through your minds with great speed.

The rustle of leaves mixed with pleasant sighs smoothly turning into a cacophony.

You carefully left a kiss to him, but he quietly moaned in your mouth with displeasure when your lips reluctantly separated from each other.

“Why did you stop? Didn't you like it?” He looked at you worriedly.

“I liked it, but I would like to continue all this in a more comfortable environment. Moreover, Shoko and Suguru have lost us.”

Satoru looked at you with displeasure. He turned you over so that now you are under him.

“Let them wait!”

Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫

💌! anon you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^

You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.

Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.

While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,

"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"

His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.

Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,

"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"

But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.

"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.

"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.

"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "

You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.

"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.

"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.

As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.

He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.

"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .

You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.

"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.

"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "

You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."

"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,

"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "

He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.

As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.

That catches Satoru's attention.

Satoru raises a brow,

"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.

Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.

"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.

"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.

"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.

The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight

"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone

"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "

Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.

But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,

The baby shoots his pee right at his face.

Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.

As for Satoru,

Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.

"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.

The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.

"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you

"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.

As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.

You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.

The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.

You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.

You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,

The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.

"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.

"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,

as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.

"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground

"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.

It's been ten years since,

the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.

A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.

You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.

Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.

Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.

"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.

The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.

Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.

Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.

"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.

"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.

"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.

"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.

Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.

"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.

"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.

"morning Toru bear " you smile,

he immediately leans in to try kissing you.

You try scooting away,

"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,

"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.

Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "

It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.

"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,

"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.

That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.

Satoru's eyes widens at that.

"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.

"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.

"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.

"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.

You watch them walk away,

standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.

"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,

"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.

Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.

"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.

Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.

"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.

"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,

"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.

Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.

Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗙𝗨𝗟

summary. three months. that’s how long it takes before gojo poses a problem. | wc. 1.8k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, nanny reader (he's your boss), gojo's kid is an oc, domesticity, pet names (ex. sweetheart, baby), feral behavior, intended for 18+ readers

an. the ad said 'nanny wanted,' but reader didn't know he was looking for a little wife instead v_v, also mildly self-ship coded, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

You sometimes wistfully imagine having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable, competent, at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around. 

Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you don’t use. 

You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones you’ve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.

All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until you’re packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.

You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and you’re unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house you’ve ever seen.

“The nanny?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips. “That’s me.”

“Good, Ren just woke up from his nap,” he opens the door a little wider with a creak, the darkness behind him almost comforting.

You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.

The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Three months. That’s how long it takes before your boss poses a problem.

It’s not that he’s a terrible boss; in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.

It also helps that Ren is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny. 

Perfect.

The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his son—his expression shuttered, a foreign thing that you can’t read. It’s all so terribly domestic. 

Terrible in that you think it’s a horrible idea to develop a crush on your boss, that you can’t help but get flustered anytime he so much as looks your way, even if it’s fleeting. How a sleepy smile before he retires to his room for the night can turn your thoughts into a scattered, ill-defined mess of what they used to be until all that’s left are words like spun sugar melting on your tongue.

But also, it’s not normal, at least not from your experience. 

You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kid’s day. Barely saying hello once they walk through the front door before sending money to your bank account.

Satoru—because that’s what he asked you to call him one afternoon while you were in the middle of feeding Ren mashed banana, a lazy smile curling the edges of his lips after you say it for the first time—wants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book you’ve been meaning to buy. 

“You don’t have to ask about my day,” you tell him shyly, accepting the glass of wine he proffers you after spending the past hour trying to put a teething baby to bed. “To make me feel better, that is.”

“Would it be so bad if I said I want to? You live here, too.”

You try to separate the two: that he cares as your employer and not for any other reason besides that.

That's what you tell yourself when cool fingers cup your chin gently, thumb caressing the top of your cheek, now close enough that you catch a few of the warm notes of his cologne, a move that’s probably very inappropriate between a boss and an employee.

“I never say anything I don’t mean.”

You swallow, nodding, slightly shaky, breath caught in your chest. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He retreats to his office before witnessing how those two words knock the wind out of you.

He starts saying things like our shopping list, our car—because he gave you the keys to the SUV parked beside his car and hasn’t touched it since; for you and the baby, he said, plus it’s terrible on gas when I drive it to work—our house, our baby. You don’t think he means to do it; more of an easy slip in conversation.

But then, one morning, he’s rushing around the kitchen, hair still damp and smelling like his shampoo, as he grabs his coffee and briefcase from the counter, kissing Ren’s forehead first…and then yours.

You’re half convinced that you imagined it—that his lips hadn’t stayed there for a second longer than necessary—until he straightens his tie and heads out for the day with a ‘be good’ tossed over his shoulder, and you’re left wondering if he meant to say that to you or Ren.

It sets off a chain reaction of thoughts whirling away in your head, leaves you wanting and wondering—only ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your soft sleep shorts.

In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp, too something—more teasing than what you’re used to—his hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to kiss Ren’s chubby cheek while you make breakfast.

“I have a meeting this afternoon, so I’ll be late. Want me to pick up some food on the way home?”

No, you think, there’s no way he knows.

You spend most of the morning cleaning and folding the array of graphic onesies Satoru has a penchant for dressing Ren in, and the later half walking around the pool because it’s warm and Ren enjoys splashing around in the water. It’s enough to tucker him out for bed early, hardly able to keep his eyes open while eating a plate of mashed potatoes.

It’s also the first time in weeks that you have the night to yourself, no baby keeping you busy, no Satoru to—well.

After a long shower, you step out of the bathroom, moving into the hallway. And there are many reasons why you felt confident walking the few steps it takes to reach your bedroom. Most of them revolve around what Satoru told you that morning, so you don’t expect him to be standing there, shirtsleeves rolled up, piercing gaze sliding down the length of you wrapped in a towel and little else.

“I brought home those drunken noodles you like,” he says once his eyes focus back on your face, his whole expression softening into a smile.

A beat. “Thank you,” you whisper, unable to look away.

He tucks the wet strands of hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear. “Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll join you downstairs?”

The noise in your brain goes static.

You’re unsure what causes it, but everything changes when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face and something else you can’t decipher, eyes settled firmly on you.

Ren coos softly into your shoulder. 

When Satoru picks him up and settles him in the crib, then walks you to your room—here, let me help you—and when he hovers in your doorway, you let him in without question.

He doesn’t waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until you’re silently begging him to fuck you.

He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy. 

“Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”

You feel like you’re someone else watching you from the outside, another body rocking against the length of your boss’s cock, back arching every time you manage to find the friction you need. He’s hard against your back, thick in a way that makes you wonder if he did enough to stretch you out. 

“I-I want—”

All other thoughts are obliterated by the stretch and press of him against your cunt. 

“Think I’m going to keep you,” he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. “Keep this drippy little cunt spread open on my desk whenever I want while the baby naps. Would you like that? For me to fuck you full until you give me a baby.”

You clench, nerves shot.

“Gonna get all round with my baby, stay here forever,” he mumbles when he draws away, and you can’t tell if the words are meant for you to hear or slip out without him realizing. “Fuck—breed my little wife until it takes—”

Your eyes roll up, lost in the little promises he paints across your skin, body shivering over and over until you’re sobbing from it until he has to clamp a hand down over your mouth—shh, you’re going to wake the baby—going limp when he finally cums, pressing as deep as your body will allow, as if he can somehow imprint himself there. 

Wonders if maybe he’s been building up to this moment all along. 

It’s so easy to lay there after, blissed out while he litters kisses across your face and collarbones, letting him lift your hips up to slide a pillow underneath, even though the position is awkward when he tries to cuddle you afterward.

His fingers draw shapes on your stomach, giving you a wistful look, like he can’t believe he’s laying here with his cum still dripping between your thighs—no matter how many times he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you. “Do you think it’ll take?”

And you don’t have the heart to tell him about the little foil packet of pills tucked away in your nightstand.

[8:31pm] — gojo satoru ・✶ ｡ﾟwarning: very slight manga timeline reference.

it’s just before 8:30pm when gojo satoru is dialling your number, one he could find in his recent calls or in his contacts, but it’s one he still likes dialling just because a part of him warms when he recalls it right from heart.

he inhales, the silence pairs with ringing and it only takes around three rings before you pick up, a soft inhale and then you’re voice saying hello and satoru finally exhales before he smiles.

“miss me, sweetheart?” he breathes, shoving his free hand in his pocket where he stands and his eyes close when he hears you shuffle around on the other side of the phone.

the sound of the television in the background that’s playing your favourite show (the one you’ve watched atleast three times already) goes from full near volume to something a little lower, before your laugh rings through the speaker and satoru can’t help but press the phone closer to his ear at the sound.

“i seen you this morning, ‘toru.” you snort and he hums in a way that says he’s not convinced as his lips twitch into a handsome grin. “that doesn’t sound like a no, sweetheart.” satoru says quickly and it doesn’t take you more than a few seconds of organising your thoughts to answer him again.

“i guess it’s not.” you hum and satoru exhales before it breaks into a proud laugh and he leans back—looks at the sky and smiles because he’s still under the same one as you are, he’s not there but you’re still here.

“when will you be home?” you ask, not letting the silence he let’s stay linger and for that he smiles because he really misses you too. 

“oh? you do miss me, baby. well, don’t go cryin’— soon, can grab takeout, even be home in time for some dessert.” satoru grins, the teasing of his words evident in the way his voice lilts and falls from his lips like honey, and he knows you hear it because you’re laughing and because he loves you, he finds himself laughing too.

“i’ll wait up for you then, ‘toru.” you retort, voice a little lighter as he hears the volume of the television steadily rise but he knows you can still hear him when you add, “be safe, or no dessert—“ the tail of your sentence lifting dreamily and he knows you’re smiling.

“don’t worry about me, i’m the—“

“—the strongest, yeah ‘toru—i know.” you laugh again and satoru smiles, mostly to himself but also because he knows he’s in love.

“well, not like i’d let you get rid of me so easily, angel. i mean who’d keep you smiling? don’t want you laughing at other people jokes that ain’t mine—“ satoru hums, teasing, and he can almost feel you rolling your eyes over the phone, “i don’t laugh at yours either.” you huff and he really wishes he was home to kiss the smug grin he knows you’re smiling off of your face right now.

“ay! we both know that ain’t true, baby—you love my jokes!” he laughs, but he chokes on the next breath when he tries to exhale slowly because he knows that he needs to go, so he speaks again.

“i’ll think up some of my best for dinner, yeah? better stay awake for that.” satoru smiles, amused, staring over the city just as the audience in your show cheers and he hears you exhale like you’re pretending to think but he knows you’re always gonna be as good as his.

“okay deal, then i’ll decide whether or not you’re getting dessert, ‘toru.” you hum and he can remember how pretty you looked on nights like these because the light the tv gives off is warm, and he can’t help but wish he was admiring you like he usually would, on the nights that were yours, just so he could watch your lips stretch into a smile when you’d turn to find his eyes already on you.

“gotta go, sweetheart—don’t miss me too much, yeah?” satoru teases — although his voice is softer this time, almost a whisper, but he still hears you scoff playfully on the other side before mumbling something about him being annoying under your breath.

“be careful, okay? i love you.” you smile and he’s never doubted the three words you offer as truth because the love he found with you was written as home and infinity all in one. so satoru holds the breeze for a few moments from where he stands outside before he speaks because he hopes you feel the weight of his words when he says them.

“i’ll be good. keep my dessert warm cause i’ll be home sooner than you think, sweetheart. i love you.”

— 8:31pm gojo satoru arrives in shibuya

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