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Caregiver Gojo moodboard !!!
He would 100% spoil you. All your pacifiers, because he would buy you so so many, are absolutely decked out in gems.. Fake or not :3 Only the best for his baby !!
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Hihi! So I was wondering if you could do a Cg! Gojo mood board that is night time themed, I donât know if you done anon things if not Iâm sorry and feel free to ignore me /gen! But I hope you have a good day or night :D
Hi!! Ofc i can :P
Cg!Gojo agere moodboard :> i hope you have a good night/day too! thank for the request :D!
(request are open!)
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Caregiver!Gojo Satoru Headcanons
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Gojo would go out and buy cool toys or things that a regressor of his would love
This man isnât afraid to spoil you now and then. You wanna buy a paci? Heâs bought you a full set of pacis with it without gems
Loves to make regressors laugh with jokes and such
He has a nice voice for reading stories to help a little one get a good nightâs sleep
Huddling within blanket forts or tents
Definitely carries you to bed to tuck you in snug if you fall asleep in his arms
Apple slices. daifuku and kikufuku mochi are his favorite treats to make for regressors
Sometimes you and him would mess with Nanami when thereâs not a lot to do
With all the plushies he gives you, donât be surprised to find a section of your room stacked with them.
(Reblogs are encouraged)
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Jujutsu Kaisen Paci Icons! Feel free to use as profiles! (Just with credit đ) Part 2!
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sgsg first time regressing around each other (ÂŽïœĄâą á” âąïœĄ`) âĄ
gojo: it happened when he returned back from a mission- a particularly tiring one, and was greeted with one of those unmistakably comfy hugs geto provided- the reunion and his exhaustion made it easy to slip so quickly, and with a little less shame then if heâd had to walk his partner through the ins and outs of things, but suguru was always good at learning by doing.
geto: it happened when he let his hair down, nevermind the reason- gojo quick to comb his fingers through it, wrapping strands around his fingers as he went along- his hands were so soft and inviting- coupled with the forehead kisses from time to time satoru managed to sneak between giggles and sweet nothings there was an undeniable fuzziness he felt mustâve been what his partner had described as regression- he slipped slower, taking the time to savor the smaller headspace as it overcame him, and acknowledge that he too deserved to be taken care of.
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I drew regressor Gojo with cg Geto
I am not an artist ahahsjjs please donât judge đ
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could i req some little gojo headcanons pretty please!!!
- @beaistiny đ©”
âœïœĄâ Gojo Satoru as a little
warnings : none
a/n : iâm very sorry if this isnât super accurate i am very behind on jjk đ
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regresses between the ages of 3-7
is surprisingly quiet when heâs small, doesnât act like anything like his adult self
doesnât really have any cg because he doesnât want to force anyone to take care of him
(though itâs not really a secret that he regresses)
he likes being small because when heâs small, the burden of being the strongest doesnât feel as big
he just wants to feel like a kid, instead of bearing the burden of the world on his shoulders
the only person he ever told about his regression was getou while they were highschool, who offered to cg but was turned down
doesnât get the chance to regress often
he usually does it on a particularly stressful or hard day so he doesnât break down
he doesnât do much while small besides watch tv and nap, but he mostly just wants the cozy feeling anyway
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warnings: hybrid talk, master/pet, heats, knot mention.
gojo satoru would be the best caregiver looking after his hybrid girl. youâre so precious and sweet to him, you can barely string together a coherent sentence but satoruâs long since come to understand what youâre trying to convey. he thinks itâs so cute when you get frustrated that your words arenât matching with the big emotions youâre feeling in your chest and it makes your bottom lip quiver and tears well in your eyes. but he understandsâ he makes you feel seen, heard, understood and loved.
if youâre a little lamb hybrid, youâre so gentle with kind demeanor, but youâre also timid or shy. gojo tries to get you out of your comfort zone by making you ask the cashier for your own ketchup and extra napkins.
if youâre a little bunny hybrid, youâre curious, friendly, and a bit mischievous at times. he canât get enough of touching on your little cotton tail and soft, floppy ears. the way you eat your fruits is SO fucking cute because you space out while you nibble.
if youâre a little puppy hybrid, youâre curiosity gets you into a bit of trouble because you get into things youâre not supposed to. your demeanor is bubbly, energetic, and eager to please. you love to play fight and go outdoors.
but thatâs neither here or there, really. satoru knows itâs wrong.. perverse to stick his cock in you even if youâre in heat. your tight little cunt is visibly dripping, pulsating for something to fill it right up like a fucking plug. heâs your master, right? you donât understand why heâs hesitating so much but in your simple little mind, you donât think about the nuisances that come with having sex in humans. itâs already viewed as taboo to own a hybrid in todayâs society. heâd just be fitting out the stereotype.
gojo isnât a pervert.
but how can he say no when youâre pawing at his crotch, sniffing his scent with a shaky whine in your throat? youâre just a precious and youâre begging for itâ but he soon realizes youâre starting to beg for a knot he just doesnât have. it disappoints him a tad bit that he canât satisfy you in a truly primal way. so he fucks you until youâve passed out from exhaustion and heâs shooting blanks. too much pleasure turns into pain after a while.
so he tells you heâs gonna get you some yucky pills that are supposed to âhelpâ by suppressing your heats monthly.
but satoru canât help but to think about the memory of how sloppy, hot and wet your cunt felt around himâ heâs never had a cunt so good before. maybe heâd opt in for a more.. ânaturalâ way of getting you through your heats..
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Heatwave: Day 5
tw: explicit content, noncon/heavy dubcon. 4k+ words. Satoru/Reader/Suguru poly. afab!omega!reader, alpha!gojo, alpha!geto. yandere gojo and geto.
mind games, de-socialization/infantilization, caregiver/dependency kinks, piss kink, humiliation/control, captivity, stockholm syndrome, physical restraints, force-feeding (briefly), restricted bathroom access, suggestions of heat/breeding/pregnancy, reader has a panic attack.
Prompt: An omega is made to regularly piss themselves to show submission to the alpha(s) around them.
Itâs for different reasons that Gojo and Geto force you to piss yourself during your captivity, but it always ends the same.
Laughter in your ears. A teasing joke â kinder, if it was from Geto â and perhaps they force you to sit there, soaked, for a few minutes until they tire of taunting you and carry you to the bathroom to wash it off.
They never leave you in there unsupervised, so itâs not like youâre ever relieving yourself without either of them present, as awful as the thought is.
That had happened only a couple times, early on.
Gojo had snapped that if you wanted to be left alone so badly, then heâd do it, even as Geto frowned in disapproval.
Heâd continued to deliver you meals but otherwise went along with Gojoâs plan⊠even though you were chained to the bed, unable to so much as go to the bathroom on your own volition.
It was in part due to your own pride that you didnât ask one of them to help you. You held it as long as you could â surely Geto would have to know.
Heâd even asked if you needed anything one day in, and you were just about to ask him to take you to the bathroom when someone â Gojo, presumably â dragged him away.
Then youâd been left in the humiliating position of being forced to soil yourself. Literally, thereâd been nothing else you could do. Â
Afterwards, youâd gone on something of a hunger strike. Couldnât have your bodily functions and sanitary conditions held hostage if you didnât eat or drink, right?
You would have been proud of how long you lasted, were it not for how it ended.
It was hard â very hard â to keep on declining food after Gojo started to get desperate, realizing that you really were starving yourself.
He started bringing you offerings of all the best food and drink you could think of. Tempting you with a picnic on the balcony, what wouldâve been the first fresh air youâd gotten since they kidnapped you.
That might have been his rut coming on, which would explain his shitty attitude. Being possessive over Geto, over you.
Wanting to provide for you, feed you, growing utterly distraught that you refused to eat the food he presented. Going through a thousand options to please you, like you were his mate.
He was scary. Gojo had always been scary, so upfront and outright with his desires, so unwilling to ever hold anything back.
And it pleased you, somewhere in the dark part of your heart, to make your displeasure â your rejection â so plainly known to the alpha before you.
Later you'd realize that Geto was the scary one. Heâd come in one last time, made a final offering and a strict but firm warning.
You turned him down again and heâd returned with a cloth soaked in chloroform.
When you woke up, it was to a tube down your throat and your arms and legs strapped down.
Geto waiting patiently at your bedside for you to wake up, shushing you as you struggled and tried to choke it out, holding your head down gently so you didnât hurt yourself.
He cooed that you were just so helpless, you couldnât take care of yourself, couldnât even eat without being made to, so you absolutely needed to be taken care of.
Couldnât you see? This was for your own good. You were literally starving yourself, and for what?
Geto reeked of alpha pheromones, which was worse. While Gojo had been inconsolable, seeking your approval and acceptance, Getoâs scent was all delight and satisfaction at having given you what you needed.
Your alpha who knew what was best for you, better than you did yourself, and he was easily able to wrestle his stubborn little omega into submission.
It hadnât been all his patronizing rambling and smug proclamations.
It had been the fact that you were physically incapable of talking back, telling him he was wrong, telling him you were starving yourself because they did shit like this and you didnât want to fucking LIVE LIKE THIS â
The fury had choked you, leaving you coughing around the tube for Geto to fuss over you some more, inordinately pleased with the situation.
Heâd left you with the tube for two days. Youâre sure he would have done it longer, would have left you miserable and uncomfortable like that, forced you to soil the special bed padding made for elderly patients, forced you to endure even more sponge baths like you were an actual invalid.
But Satoru whined about how lame it was to have to change and clean and check your tubes instead of sharing a nice meal together, how boring it was that he couldnât speak with you, that youâd definitely learned your lesson now, right? Right?
You werenât even embarrassed to nod as they both stared at you. Look me in the eyes, darling. You wouldnât put us through that again, right?
Put THEM through it. Like you werenât the one starving, locked in a room, treated like an actual fucking animal for not wanting to be cozy with your captors.
Itâs worse because it plays into your instincts. Thatâs why they have these expectations, why they go along with all these insane things.
At first youâd been angry, as reluctant as any abductee would be, but the longer you were exposed to their scents, the more you grew accustomed to them.
The more they tried to take care of you, the more you wanted to let them. Two beautiful, strong, lovely alphas who wanted so badly to be good to you, isnât that what any omega would want?
They knew it, too. That was the worst part.
Your heat was coming up, the first since theyâd taken you away, and you werenât proud or delusional enough to think youâd make it even a day without begging one of them to knot you. If Geto wanted to hold out, you knew Gojo would give in, all you had to do was whine for him.
It fucking stung, the fact that youâd already thought about it so thoroughly. It stung to know their plan was working, that you knew and expected yourself to fuck them during your heat, even as sexual encounters with them became more and more commonplace.
None of them were really consensual, but you werenât confident calling them rape, either.
Not when they always did stop when youâd asked them to, even once or twice when youâd wanted it bad so so fucking bad.
Pheromones hot and sticky in the air, the scent of pleasure and desire tugging you in. Making everything perfect and right and safe with your alpha for just a few precious moments.
Just by his scent, you knew the alpha was just on the cusp; it was the most arousing thing youâd ever felt in your fucking life and everything inside you screamed to make them cum and give you more of those comforting, arousing, pleasurable pheromones⊠and youâd told him to stop anyways.
Just to prove that you didnât actually have any power, this was all because of them. They were in control and theyâd fuck you whether or not you wanted them to.
But they did stop.
Even when Getoâs impeccable self-control was in tatters, even when Gojo had gone feral with need fucking you hard; if you told them to stop, they would.
If you told them to get off you, they did. If you said not to touch, then they wouldnât. At least, not for sexual purposes.
It didnât stop either one from jerking themselves to completion in front of you; your alpha moaning and whining with a flushed face as he locked eyes with you.
What a tease, Geto would say, Needy little omega wants me to put on a show?
Gojo was no better, Fuck, babe, you kill me, you really do⊠but what my omega wants, my omegaâs gonna get.
Utterly unfazed by rejection, by denial. It wouldnât even stop him from cumming, from finding release as he gazed at you. The scent of his arousal was more than enough to keep you hot and wanting, hand moving to rub yourself without your permission at the sight.
Sometimes the other one would come and help your partner out, drawn in by the heated noises and obvious arousal thick in the surroundings. Eager to assist with a warm hand or a wet mouth, even locking eyes with you while he did it.
Something dark and possessive flaring inside you at the sight of the alpha that had been inside you seconds ago brought to completion by another.Â
Something almost worse filling your core with heat at the sight of your alpha being ravished, and another alpha your alpha fluttering his lashes at you as if to say donât you want to be next? Next to cum, next to us? Inside us, around us, a part of us, like weâre entwined now?
Insane. Insane insane insane theyâre driving you insane with this behavior. This façade of care and consideration.
Like youâre really lovers except for how youâre not allowed to choose what room you want to be in at any given time.
You canât go to the restroom without permission. Canât eat except for what they feed you. Canât pick what show to watch, canât go on the internet, canât read a book or do anything to entertain yourself without their say-so.
Theyâve arranged it somehow so that one of them is always with you. Even your bedtime â in the king-sized bed in the main room of the penthouse â is determined by them. No doubt they schedule it intentionally, so that if they both need to be gone, youâll be asleep.
You canât choose anything for yourself, but thatâs not an omegaâs place. Your alphas will present you with everything you need or want. Itâs their duty to know you well enough to keep you satisfied always.
And when you do need to make a choice, when you need that element of control, theyâll give you the options to pick from, so you donât get too overwhelmed.
Fucking archaic. No one thought that way about omegas anymore. No one treated omegas â anyone Ââ like that anymore.
Nobody but Gojo and Geto, the only alphas in the world with both the power and the perceptiveness to provide so perfectly and so thoroughly.
But even those little moments where they offer you some choice, something theyâll actually follow through with, where your opinion truly counts â even that is just the illusion of power. They decide what to give you, when to give it to you.
And they do what they want, ultimately, hence the current situation. They like to make you drink, bring you glasses of water throughout the day for you to finish, âkeep you hydratedâ, and itâs laughably transparent what itâs in the service of.
But what can you do? Theyâve proven theyâre not afraid to force things down your throat. This is infinitely more comfortable than the alternative.
Sometimes if you complain enough theyâll bring you something other than water. Once or twice, Geto would let you pick â âApple juice or orange, darling? You can always still have water, if itâs too hard to choose.â â and to your utter despair, you felt grateful.
Gojo, you think, genuinely gets off on the scent of your piss.
Heâs a bit of a freak, though youâd known that from the beginning. Prone to nuzzling into the scent glands on the side of your neck while he took you from behind against some surface.
Inevitably, he pressed you into it, hard enough to pressure your lower abdomen. Between the pressure of his cock filling you entirely, and the press from outside your body as he fucked you against it, all you could do was whimper.
âS-Satoru,â Heâs nicer when you call him by his first name, âSatoru, please, please, I â I have to go â â
Another thrust, hot, heavy, harder than the rest you think, a grin you can hear, teeth against your ear, âIâve got you, baby.â
âEugh â please Satoru I canât hold it â â
âIf you gotta go, baby, go,â He purrs into your ear, âJust follow your instincts. You can do that, right? Just let go.â
His words make it all the harder to hold back, the innate desire to please an alpha surging through you as your release approaches.
And youâre close, too, about to cum even as you can feel the urge to pee swelling with it. Itâs gross, it feels awkward, but you just want it to be over â
âAww, little omega needs some help? Let alpha help you along~â
Fingers trace over your clit and you squeak, Gojo just laughs while he rubs tighter against you, bringing you all the way over the edge. You cum with a cry, a shudder, clinging to him at your involuntary, humiliating release.
âThatâs it, there you go, baby,â He pants, deep breaths as he thrusts his own release into you, âPiss all over my cock. Mark your territory. I can smell you.â
Heat shoots up your body, your cheeks. A sigh of relief as your bladder empties itself. Burning shame. It roils, churns; your thighs feel sticky with more than just cum.
You quiver, burying your head in his neck to avoid the smell. Gojoâs scent is sweet with delight as he rides you through the aftershocks.
He strokes your back while he coos, âThere you go, wasn't that nice, baby? Didn't that feel good? Donât worry, just leave the rest to your alpha.â
He made you do this. But itâs no use getting angry, tensing up or doing anything, really. Your omega instincts are telling you to give in, go limp and obedient and heâll take care of you.
And you do. Itâs either that or soak in your own piss. Gojoâs breaths are deep and he hardens inside you at the scent in the air, and all you can do is whimper.
You donât complain when he fucks you again in slow strokes to avoid overstimulating you. When he gets fully hard again, youâre starting to clench against your will, and he starts pressing into your clit again in short circles.
His fingers are wet, warm, and itâs not long before he brings you to another peak, warbling high, soft noises while he purrs in satisfaction.
You try not to think about the mess on the inside of your thighs, on his cock. Gojo brings his finger from your clit to his mouth. Blue eyes boring into yours, grinning, while he licks it clean.
So you wait a little while before you whine at Gojo, âBath,â leveraging the alphaâs need to coddle you.
It usually works. Youâre usually only made to sit in your disgust for a few moments of hot, sticky, uncomfortable pleasure before he scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom.
You have a surprisingly thorough skincare routine. Geto likes routines, you think, and Gojo likes sweet-smelling soaps and lotions, and they both like pampering you.
Pretending that youâre their sweet little omega girlfriend they spoil rotten instead of a prisoner who canât leave.
It could almost be nice. Gojoâs large form in the tub beside you as he carefully scrubs you clean, massages his favorite fruit scented shampoo into your hair.
Grooming you with a diligence that you wouldnât expect from him, all soft hands and gentle circles. Rinsing everything out.
Your tongue darts out over your lips, purely reflexive, as he cleans you up. For his part, Gojo doesnât even try to resist the desire to lick over your scent glands when he towels you dry.
You smell like him, after. It makes him hard, but itâs easy to make Gojo hard, like thatâs his default state whenever youâre around.
Your bare neck does things to him, you think. Itâs stranger that smelling Gojo on you makes Geto hard, when he comes in to make sure he's following your routine correctly.
Gojo kisses at the corner of your mouth before he pops out the cleanser. You sit down obediently for him as Geto walks in, like he can tell youâre going to be put to bed soon.
They fuss in unison; Geto wants a leave-in conditioner for your hair, Gojo thinks thatâll weigh it down. Taking turns massaging your face, your hands, with one product or another. You feel like a doll sitting there â they certainly treat you like one.
Neither of them ask for your input on anything. Gojo styles your hair as he likes, using the hair dryer on you. The one time he hadnât, Geto threw a fit, saying you could catch a cold.
It feels nice. Hands running through your hair, brushing it. You could almost catch yourself purring. And then Geto will mention a trim, of Gojo will suggest some styling, and youâll remember with frigid clarity that itâs not really your hair anymore. Just the hair on their pretty little omega doll. Â
Frighteningly, the thought makes you wet, sometimes. Sometimes you think youâre conditioned to get wet when you feel helpless, because thatâs the only useful thing you can do. Get wet enough to make one of your alphas purr and kiss and fuck you into blissful comfort.
Gojo thinks itâs cute, thinks itâs darling, heâll usually give in to you right away.
Geto actively tries to make you feel helpless. You think thatâs what it is, when he makes you piss yourself, thatâs what he gets off on. Making you drink more and more, knowing you canât really refuse. Asking you to hold it just a little longer.
âCome now, we donât want to make a mess, do we? Just another minute, little omega.â Geto likes it when you make a mess.
Or rather, he likes when you need him to clean you up. When you need him, in general.
âNeedy little thing.â He sits you on his lap. The arm wrapped around your waist pressing against your abdomen. âOne more minute, love, then weâll head to the bathroom.â
He doesnât encourage you like Gojo, but he wants the same thing. Youâre not sure which one you hate more. Heâs only pretending to fix your hair. Gojo and him are the only ones who see it. Itâs not remotely critical, not like your bodily needs â
But you donât get to decide whatâs important. Geto does, and he says you stay here, even when you desperately, desperately need to go.
âSuguru,â You whimper, squirming. You just want it to be over. âSuguruuuu.â
No pretense, anymore. His hand that isnât constricting your middle darts down between your legs. Rubs your clit over your underwear.
Rock hard. You can smell the arousal on him. But Getoâs worse than Gojo, because Geto doesnât always care about getting off. Sometimes heâs happy just to finger you. Sometimes he either jerks himself or gets Gojo to get him off. Sometimes heâll eat you out for hours, claiming you were too fussy, and if he puts his dick in you, youâre not awake for it.
The scent of his arousal has you dripping quickly, itâs not even worth it to stave it off. The best you can do is get him to do it faster, and even thatâs not really up to you.
The pleasure comes beneath his fingertips, but itâs sharp, tapered by friction, and he keeps a steady pressure around your abdomen that has the pressure building in your bladder. Itâs a painfully familiar feeling.
âHold it.â He commands, your alpha, and you do, you really do. You donât want to piss yourself, but you know he does, and heâs just fucking toying with you while he gets you there. âHold.â
Itâs hard, hard, pulling against the tide, fighting the promise of release that swells beneath his touch. You canât do it long. Full to bursting.
âThere you go, just a little more.â He finally drags his fingers beneath your panties. Youâre ready to start crying. âSo wet. You donât want to make a mess, do you? Just wait a little longer.â
Lying lying heâs lying and the thought makes it so much harder to control but you donât WANT to. You donât!
You really do cry, a sob that catches in your throat when he dips a finger into you and you feel a dam begin to swell against the increased stimulation.
âWhat a good omega,â He purrs, like heâs noticing your discomfort and trying to relieve you, instead of enjoying it, âHold it. Hold it.â
Another finger in. So full, youâre so full, itâs like his cock is inside you, thereâs so much that it hurts, you just want to let go. He starts rubbing faster against your clit, a sweet friction that you have to fight not to buck into, muscles spasming, control faltering.
âSuguru,â Reduced to pitiful mewls. Just how he likes you.
âHold it.â He says, and he knows, he fucking knows, he must know â
Fingers darting deep inside you, arm clenching violently against your lower half. Squeezing, squeezing, so hard, all while he pinches tightly at your clit. White hot pleasure pours through you, heady, flooding, and all you know is relief.
âOh,â He says, like heâs surprised, even though you can feel his smile widen against your neck, âOh, poor little omega. Had an accident, have you? Itâs all right. Itâs okay.â He prods tenderly at your clit, nursing you through it.
âI know how it is. You canât help it, can you, baby?â He kisses against your neck from the left. âPoor thing. Donât worry. Your alpha will take care of it. Itâs only natural, silly little thing like you, you just couldn't help yourself.â
Itâs a constant refrain they both like to repeat. Not to be ashamed of your instincts, your body, your needs.
You know why. To your great misfortune, you were born an omega, and so once you go into heat youâll be struck with the insatiable desire for their knots, and itâs in their best interest for you not to resist that.
The less you resist, the better the chances their claiming bites will stick. Gojo already loves to chew at the glands on your neck â you think heâs even âcalledâ the right side, gnawing at there lazily while Geto is in the room.
For Gojo, itâs just dirty talk, but Geto likes to lecture you. Thereâs no one in your tiny world who has any level of disgust for your bodily functions.
Theyâve seen it all, seen you helpless, sick, all kinds of messy, and they loved you, loved taking care of you. It was an honor for them to see you so vulnerable, an honor only your alphas deserved.
Sometimes he calls it desensitization training, like thereâs a purpose to making you piss yourself besides getting high on control and making you humiliate yourself into submission to their whims.
But you do think thereâs more to that for Geto.
If they had their way, youâd be a complete degenerate, an invalid, helpless by choice and totally disinterested in changing that.
A spoiled, mewling omega just a few steps away from ferality. They already donât let you do much on your own, attending to even the simplest things all by themselves.
Knowing only to whine for your alphas to entertain you, provide for you, comfort you, because thatâs all you ever needed to do. Utterly incapable of functioning in normal society, and unable to see anything wrong with that.
Itâs coming. Soon. You know it is, and youâre sure they do, too. Geto in particular probably knows your body better than you do; probably tracks your hormones and cycles, may even be feeding you suppressants or stimulants.
You can only pray heâs bothered to give you contraceptives, too. Gojoâs a lost cause, heâs probably chomping at the bit to put a baby in you, but Geto would at least be concerned with the implications.
Theyâd chained you to the bed and locked you up for a couple days alone but they couldnât leave you alone if you were pregnant. Their instincts just wouldnât permit it.
Thinking about it makes you shake, uncontrollably. In your shared bed, in their arms, even with their voices cooing in your ear and their purrs and cuddles desperately soothing you.
Your heart trembles. Your heat is coming, itâs coming, and after that you could get pregnant.
They couldnât leave you alone if you were pregnant. No alpha would ever be able to tear themselves away.
Alone, alone, locked in that tiny room. Chained up. You couldnât even relieve yourself. Stuck in your own filth, abandoned by your alphas, the ones who were supposed to love you, protect you, provide for you.
They couldnât, they wouldnât. No alpha could abandon their omega. But they had once. They had once. They do whatever they want with you, no matter how much you hate it.
You tell yourself desperately you donât want to be bred, and even you canât tell if you mean it, excuses flashing back and forth in your mind.
What if they got you pregnant and decided you didnât deserve their company? Decided you werenât grateful enough for the calming presence of an alpha during your most vulnerable time? What if they thought youâd look cute, all pregnant and desperate and crying for them?
Thereâs no fix for this, nothing you can do about it, theyâve taught you that you canât control anything in your life anymore.
Realization after realization crashes down, each little thing, canât stop them from leaving, canât stop them from breeding you, canât stop them from fucking you in your heat, canât do anything canât you canât you canât â
Theyâre going to leave you. Youâll be heavy with child, longing for comfort and affection.
Theyâre going to make you need them. Theyâre going to make you weak in the worst possible way. Theyâre going to use it to hurt you.
Jerking, sniffling. Someone comes closer â itâs warm, paler, probably Gojo â but the shivering just gets worse.
Come closer, leave you alone. Theyâll do whatever they want to do. Youâll just have to accept it.
Theyâre going to leave. Leave you alone. All alone. All by yourself. Locked up, in chains, unable to do anything. They made you need them and theyâre going to leave â
Wetness pools in your eyes, and you blink it away without really trying, without noticing so much how the tears roll down your cheek.
The numb terror overwhelms everything. Cold, itâs cold, and somehow so hot. Your heart is trying to bolt out of your chest.
A name you distantly recognize as yours rings in your ears, but you donât notice, donât understand.
Youâre too busy trying to breathe through all your panting, all the adrenaline rushing through you with the panic.
You feel helpless, completely helpless. Pinned between the two of them.
Larger, stronger, alphas who can subdue your resistance just by existing, emitting pheromones that send you into dizzy complacence or heady lust.
Alone. Alone, alone, theyâre here now but itâs not because you want them they donât care what you want they do what they want you canât have anything canât do anything you canât you canât you canât.
The thoughts coil endlessly through your mind, spinning, spinning, spinning in place. A hand rubs against your back, a desperate purr in the distance.
Background noise. You're alone, trapped in your head, trapped with thoughts that won't stop coming.
Spiraling despair that just goes deeper and deeper, new fears unearthed with every thought.
You feel like throwing up.
Would they feel like cleaning you up? Youâd be at their mercy, caked in your own vomit.
You feel like youâre dying.
Mabe you are. Maybe this is how they kill you, from the inside out.
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Okay okay! I would like to know all of your hcâs if you do head cannons I would like to know your agere ones for Gojo, Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara đ , ofc feel free to ignore me if you donât post hcs or anything! /gen
JJK headcanons :>
(gojo, itadori, megumi, and nobara!!)
Gojo:
đ iâve said before but i think heâs a flip, he used to just regress but when suguru left he had a really hard time with it and kinda stopped doing it as much, however he found he enjoyed being a caregiver.
đ definitely helps out with the littles regression and is more like a silly older brother than a dad (cough cough- nanami)
đ when he does regress he does it alone, i donât think he wants other people to worry, heâs supposed to be the strongest after all..
đ loves loves loves to give cuddles, i think yuji is the biggest cuddler
đ donât tell anyone but whenever heâs taking care of the littles he remembers how suguru helped him, and uses that knowledge
đ spoiled! the lot of them, he gets them whatever they need or want
đ he already does this but protects them with his life, he cares to deeply about his students he just want them to be happy :(
đ loves to play games with them and will do any kind of make believe or dress up they wants
đ king of piggy back rides, he can also just pick them all up and make them float with his infinity (yuji loves this)
Itadori:
đ probably a kid regessor, like 4-7
đ very clingy cuddles with gojo the most, but whenever megumi is around heâs stuck to his side
đ very active little guy, heâs pretty fast and hard to catch
đ loves the playground and especially the slides
đ him and nobara have playdates all the time, and he loves dressing up, he has no problem with it
đ he accidentally slipped and regessed one time when he was talking with megumi and freaked out a little, but megumi was obviously very understanding with it.
đ megumi and him often hang out together when yuji needs quiet, nobara thereâs too sometimes but usually when sheâs big
đ stuffed animals. the boy loves them, gojoâs gotten him so may
đ he doesnât use pacis really but he loves to chew on stuff so they got him some chewlery
đ absolutely adores megumiâs dogs, even more that when heâs big
Megumi:
đŸ also a flip, he cares for yuji and nobara a lot, especially when gojoâs out on missions. he regresses really small, like 0-2. tiny baby boy
đŸ since hes so little heâs pretty much completely nonverbal
đŸ he likes to be alone, and is very hesitant to accept help (even if he needs it) but donât worry gojo can tell, and is here to help
đŸ maybe a puppy/wolf regessor?? i think it fits
đŸ since heâs so small, he uses diapers sometimes
đŸ oversees play dates with nobara and yuji a lot, and tries to keep them under control
đŸ is not a fan of messes especially glitter and paint, and much prefers the littles to use crayons and stickers
đŸ regresses due to stress from missions sometimes, and gojo will go to check on him just to find him curled up in a ball on his bed, paci in his mouth
đŸ only has a couple pacifiers mostly blank ones but he had one with a little paw print on it (he loves it but heâll never admit it)
đŸ lots of cozy soft blankets and his favorite stuffy.
đŸ sometimes before he regesses he brings out his dogs and will cuddle them
đŸ likes to cuddle with gojo (but donât ever tell him that)
đŸ sometimes when all three students are littles theyâll all come and play and cuddle in megumiâs room because itâs so cozy
đŸ gets overwhelmed easy with lots of noises, the other littles know to calm down when he starts fussing
đŸ picky eater
đŸ way more emotional than when heâs big
Nobara
𫧠sheâs regresses around 3-6 similar to yuji, thatâs why they have so many playdates together
𫧠can be very loud, and very energetic.
𫧠has the most pacifiers out of the group, absolutely loves the sparkly ones, the more they shine the better
𫧠super talkative, loves to tell stories to megumi when heâs little (she has one of those pacifier clips because of this)
𫧠sheâs independent and doesnât like to have help even when she might need it
𫧠loves dress up and will make everyone else do it to (they donât mind)
𫧠sheâs also pretty picky, loves watermelon, not so much vegetables. gojo does eventually bribe her though
𫧠has the squeaky hammer she carries with her and bonks yuji sometimes with it and of course everything else in sight.
𫧠can be grumpy if she doesnât get what she wants but yuji is good at cheering her up
𫧠also when sheâs little she tends to really miss Saori
𫧠also because of saori, they all have so many tea parties (gojo gets cute little sweets for them) and the tea is probably just apple juice, as much as she tries to like it, apple juice just tastes better.
𫧠likes being carried on gojoâs shoulders and it ends with yuji also wanted to be carried
𫧠also has a cute hairstyle in (pigtails, braids, stuff like that)
Gang i just want them to happy T-T i have so many more but this would go on forever!
Anyway hope you enjoyed!!!! :D
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The Color Blue - Prologue
image taken from @ lovevivianne on pinterest
Synopsis: As the only daughter to the leader of the Kamo Clan, you were trained and protected to one day bring your father honor through your marriage to the heir of the Gojo Clan. However, your husband ended up being something that your family never prepared you for. As you come to navigate a new world of politics between the clans, your husband convinces you that there is nothing wrong with honoring yourself too.
Warnings and Content: fem! reader, fluff, themes of forced/arranged marriage, hints of mental abuse, mentions of sex, mentions of menstrual cycle
Author's Note: As promised, the official start of my next Gojo series! Just for context, this is an AU of the JJK canon events (no KFC breakup, and as of now, no mention of Megumi). It is also inspired a little bit by my other Gojo series Someone. Other things I want to flag is that I do plan for there to be nsfw content in this series, as well as themes of physical and mental abuse. As of now, I am unsure how long this series will be. Updates will depend on my availability to write.
Word Count: ~2.4k
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People would say that if there was one thing that Gojo Satoru was not, it would be committed. Not in all ways, however. Satoru was very committed to his sorcery, to the protection of ordinary people and the balance of the their world and the jujutsu one. It was relationships that he struggled with. Yes, he had always had an authority problem, both growing up and even now, so his relationships with jujutsu elders and other clan leaders were never good to begin with, especially when he became a clan leader himself and took up the title as âThe Worldâs Strongest Sorcererâ. However, his friends? He cared deeply for them, but he could never show them that, lest he risk the possibility of them getting hurt for that same reason. Lovers? Absolutely not. They would last a week at best, hence why his friends would say he had commitment issues.Â
But, what many people did not know was that Satoru was betrothed to be married, and if there was one thing that he could say that he was committed to, it was that.Â
And not just because he knew that the responsibility of upholding the Gojo Clanâs honor and survival was on his shoulders, but also for a reason that no one could have predicted.Â
The first time Satoru had seen his future bride, they were both young, too young to understand why each of their parents were sitting across from one another, or why the most important members of the Kamo Clan were staring him down when he was barely even five years old. But when his parents asked to see you, thatâs when everything changed.Â
You were carried into the room by a caregiver and left in between the two families like you were some kind of meal. A veil-like mask covered the front of your face from the nose down, but Satoru could tell you were roughly his age. Your wide eyes looked about. First at your caregiver, who stepped out of the room with a bow, then to your parents, who didnât even seem to notice you, then to his parents, and then finally to him, the only other child in the room.Â
Gojo Satoru didnât know it at the time, but it was at that moment that he had fallen in love with you. That same day, it was agreed upon that the two of you would wed when he was 25 and shortly after you turned 24. That seemed like such a long time, but⊠Satoru decided that maybe he would try to speak to you when he saw you next.Â
Unfortunately, that wasnât possible. Both of your families kept each of you on a tight leash, and neither were inclined to meet with one another just because the Gojo heir wanted to see his bride. They were rival clans after all, with a long history of vendettas and alliances.Â
However, just because Satoru saw you once didnât mean that he stopped thinking of you. Even as a pre-teen, he sounded out your name in his head, sometimes aloud when he was alone. Kamo (Y/N). It was one of the few things he knew about you, other than what your eyes looked like. He knew that those eyes had likely changed over the years since the first time he saw you, but that didnât mean he couldnât think about them. About you.Â
There were a few other things Satoru knew about you. You were the only daughter of Arao Kamo, the Kamo Clan head. Not only that, you were his youngest child and had three older brothers, all of whom Satoru had never met before. He would take in what his parents would tell him about you, though it wasnât much; only that you had a different cursed technique from the blood manipulation that ran strong in the Kamo line, and that you were naturally beautiful for your age.Â
But Satoru wanted to know more. He wanted to know what your interests were and if they were similar to his. He wanted to know more about your cursed technique and what kind of training you had received. He knew that you would receive some kinds of etiquette and liberal arts education, as was normal for daughters of the clans to do, but did you like any of those things? What foods do you like? How have you grown?Â
What did the rest of your face look like? That was the question that replayed constantly in his head after Satoru was notified that him and his parents were to meet with your family again to make some further updates to the arrangement. Maybe this would be his chance for him to finally speak with you, to get to know you.Â
But it was just the same as before. There was no caregiver to bring you in this time though, and no other Kamo representatives other than your mother and father, whom you sat beside.Â
Satoru remembered staring at you the whole time, taking you in. His parents didnât lie. You were beautiful and he hadnât even seen all of you, and you also carried yourself maturely for a young girl. Your eyes had changed, of course, more grown but still just as wide and lively as he remembered. Your face was no longer obscured by a mask. Instead, you held a delicate fan that matched the kimono you wore, covering your face as you listened intently while your parents spoke, but never speaking yourself.Â
You didn't look in his direction even once.
The meeting had concluded before he knew it had begun. His parents had needed confirmation of your fertility, since they were to be among the first to be notified when you started your cycle. However, in an offer that was a bit unexpected, your father had requested that the marriage date be moved up five years, to which his parents agreed. That part made Satoru ecstatic. Instead of waiting 12 years, he now would only have to wait seven.Â
With that, you bowed and departed behind your parents, swift and silent. Satoru tried not to look like he was running as he tried to catch another glimpse at you when his parents excused him, but when he peered out the nearest window that overlooked the front lawn where you had arrived, you were already gone.Â
And so, Satoru would go another seven years. Another seven years of thinking of you, dreaming of you, wondering what you looked like behind your fan and cosmetics. He had hoped to see you enrolled in the same class as him at Jujutsu Tech, though he knew for a fact that you most likely would not be. Your parents, more so your father, he realized, protected and sheltered you more than ever after that second meeting. He had expected you not to show up to that first day of school, but when that first day was over and you actually didnât, a small part of his heart still sank.Â
Satoru did take some females to bed during the next seven years you spent apart, mostly out of curiosity as to what sex felt like, but also by persuasion of his friends. However, his friends would get confused as to why he would never allow those girls to stay the next morning, or why he would insist on wearing a condom even when they gave him permission to finish inside. He would give the excuse (thought it really was the truth) that he actually wasnât that interested, or that he also wanted to protect against STDs (the latter was a great insult that had women storming out on him, to his relief). In reality, he wanted his first real time, his first enjoyable time, to be with you. Even if he was allowed to take on any amounts of lovers he wanted both in marriage and out of it, he felt guilty knowing that you had to save yourself for him. So, in a way, he was saving himself for you too.Â
As the years came closer and closer, he began to think of you more and tried to subtly gather more information on you, to little avail. He knew that this pining and longing could be considered childish, but he didnât care. Was it wrong to want to come to love, to already be in love, with the person he was to spend the rest of his life and create a family with? Satoru certainly didnât think so.
However, that didnât mean he was without restraint. After his parents had passed and the mantle of the Gojo Clan leader was given to him, he didnât try or demand to see you. After all, the two of you could still be considered strangers. Hell that is what you were, he had to remind himself. He figured it would be best to keep you with your family and not disturb your current life, especially since you would be seeing your family less once you came to live with him (but also because he didnât want you to see him as some obsessed maniac). He decided he would be patient and wait, which would make your first real meeting with him all the more sweeter.Â
Those seven years passed by too fast, he realized as he stood in the center of a magnificent shrine in what could have been the most spectacular and slightly uncomfortable outfit he had ever worn. Your family surrounded him on almost all sides as they awaited your arrival at sunset. Your parents and your brothers with their wives sat off to Satoru's right, and he could feel their eyes on him the entire hour that he stood there in a calm panic. After what seemed like an eternity, your headpiece peaked slowly over the hill as you ascended the path to the shrine. He held his breath.Â
He noticed your eyes again first.Â
They were downcast, melancholy, almost near lifeless. Not anywhere the lively pools of color he remembered and saw so often in his dreams. Your blank expression was such a contrast to the splendor of your being. Indeed, he thought that he was being pledged to a goddess, the way your updone hair and headpiece played in the golden sunlight, the way the whites, golds, and reds of your wedding kimono and wraps made you look like a princess, and the way your face, your whole face, looked like it had been extracted from a star.
To put simply, you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.Â
Finally, you found your place beside him, your hands clasped in the folds of your long sleeves. It took you standing this close for Satoru to realize how much smaller you were than him, though he quickly discerned how much your face and demeanor had shaped into womanhood since he last saw you. He would catch glimpses of you when he could throughout the ceremony, taking in more of your features that you had laid out for him. The curves of your face, the shade and suppleness of your skin, delicateness of your hands... His heart was beating so rapidly, hoping that you would look back at him at least once.Â
But you never did, even when you presented one another with ceremonial wine, or when you took his arm to leave the shrine for the reception dinner that was filled to the brim with Kamo Clan members and other officials. As soon as you both entered that reception, your fan was over your face. You didnât say a word to him the whole time, so he never said anything to you.Â
A cold sweat had laid itself over Satoru as you said goodbye to your family members. It wasnât the type of goodbye that he would expect a family to give to their only daughter. There was no affection, no emotion shown, as if leaving your family was merely another ceremony. And then you turned back to him, eyes still looking down of course, and got into his car without a word.Â
Satoru could tell that something was wrong and off about you. Sure, you had carried yourself gracefully throughout the entire evening. Every movement you had made between walking and eating and sitting was done to absolute perfection. Maybe it was those monotone movements that should have been his first sign. No, it wasnât that. It had to have been your eyes. Why were they always so bleak? Why did you never look up at him or make eye contact with him or speak to him? What had happened to you since the last time he saw you?
At least your fan wasnât up. That he could be thankful for. Satoru sighed. He couldnât help but feel like the happiest day of his life, the one where he finally got to be with the girl he had loved for 15 years, was the saddest day of your own. He wanted to ask about it so bad, now that he had you alone, but he didnât. He would just look at you every so often as you watched the Tokyo scenery pass by through the car window. Maybe this was your way of taking everything in, and he didnât want to disrupt that. He trusted that you would talk when you were ready.
You remained silent as the car stopped and he walked you up the stairs to the front door of his home estate, one of the many under the Gojo name. Your new home. In a perfect world, in what he had imagined previously, you would have been smiling and excited as he picked you up to walk you through the doorway. In that world, you would have hugged and kissed him as he twirled you around and around in your own private celebration.
The door closing behind him brought him back to reality. You now stood in the center of his grand foyer, eyeing the dark polished wood and rich splendor of your new dwelling place. The space was only illuminated by shaded lamps and a dim glass chandelier above the grand staircase. A new couch, your couch, was against one wall, one of many of your belongings that had been moved in a week ago. Satoru decided to sit on that couch while you stood in the center of the room, looking down, not moving.Â
Satoru couldnât take this anymore. It was like you treated the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. As if he, your new husband, wasnât sitting ten feet away from you. He even considered the possibility of you being deaf or mute for a moment. No, he didnât know what to do, other than speak to you. But what to say? Are you feeling okay? Are you happy? Sad? Were your clothes uncomfortable? How come you didnât speak or look at him? At anyone? Was it something you were afraid of? Were you afraid ofâŠ
That had to be it.Â
âAre you afraid of me?â
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CG! Gojo Satoru Stimboard
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omg Iâd love to hear more about baby fever + gojo đ„č just watching him match a babies babbles like he can actually understand them is killing me!!
a/n: omg stop anon this is so CUTE?? and ik i posted like three things today but posts will be slower this week since i still have work to do technically even if i have a school break ! / one sex joke lol
gojo always had a knack for caregiving â whether it was defending yuta against the higher-ups and advocating for yujiâs life (even if it had to be delayed) and making sure that one kid had gotten home safely after getting trapped in an abandoned home. but you realised youâve never really seen your boyfriend around babies. it wasnât a good idea in the first place, to mix babies and sorcerers â part of why nanami had waited so long before starting a family with his partner, or how utahime turned in her resignation for good after getting pregnant.
but now that youâre past terrible things in the world like sukuna and kenjaku and you both have properly buried your best friendâs body, youâre looking ahead to better things. youâre not too keen on kids, but you do sometimes spiral into what your kid with satoru would look like, probably taking the bulk of his features while some of yours are fighting to take first place. that sentiment is changed more and more when you see how gojo interacts with kids.
itâs when nanami first invites everyone to their (long overdue) baby shower, only wanting to introduce his partner and kid only a year after theyâve been safe. nanami is the happiest heâs ever been but so is gojo, dancing so foolishly in front of the kid to get her to like him that all she does is scrunch her face and hide back in her motherâs neck (âyeah, thatâs nanamiâs kid alright.â). soon, sheâs let go to interact with the students, playing around with megumiâs dogs, running around the house from yuji and inumaki, doing silly battle poses with the girls. her laughter is like beauty to all the grown-ups in the room, something meant to be protected and cherished.
gojo tries to win her back, sitting on the floor so his height wouldnât be too imposing and she almost runs into him. his infinity stops her and her head cocks to the side in confusion â she continues to run into gojoâs shield again and again, giggles at being constantly pushed back with a silly sound gojo makes with his mouth; it convinces her enough that sheâs running into a bubble of some jelly.Â
itâs some time later where youâre mingling with nanamiâs partner, talking to shoko and utahime while your boyfriend chats with nanami (weirdly normal, you note) about everything. but youâre broken out of conversation when you hear gojo quietly squeal to his junior who only sighs. itâs all a facade; you know heâs actually glad his daughter succumbs to gojoâs charms soon enough, letting him carry the small toddler whoâs already oh so tired from the day. she melts into satoruâs arms, mumbling something incoherent that he replies just as incoherently and bounces.
satoru strokes her hair, speaking in a hushed tone now, something that rarely happens in your home and it convinces nanami just a little to make him her godfather. heâs still considering it.
the next time it happens is when he meets utahimeâs baby boy for the first time, coming over to provide some gifts and to just see your old friends. itâs a little hilarious how the first two people to have children are the people who are not particularly fond of gojo but both nanami and utahime are surprisingly tame when it comes to the strongest handling their kid. sheâs giving him her baby carefully with a clear threat behind her eyes but he knows not to fuck anything up. the baby is clueless enough to not know who he was even being handed to, babbling mindlessly while drool leaves his mouth.
âbabba boo-boo,â itâs gibberish, but satoru matches it perfectly, making stupid sounds back at the baby that you canât help but grin. âwahbaba boo!â gojo continues to coo and mumble insults with a pointed finger to hime, âyour mom is too uptight, can you tell her to calm down a little?â which gets a little hey! from the retired sorcerer and the baby attempts to copy his pointing. âmambama!â utahimeâs and her partnerâs soft gasp is all you need to know that they havenât heard their baby call any of them, yet.
the baby continues his babbles and blows a raspberry, face lighting up at the bubbles he manages to make with saliva and gojo just has to laugh at how easily entertained children are. youâre stood there, heart melting with the gentleness in which he treats kids, because once the little one is handed back to utahime and youâre saying your goodbyes, you canât even look at your lover without feeling lightheaded.
âyouâre good with kids, yâknow.â youâre saying as you remove your coat while satoru toes off his shoes in your home, your shared space. it feels unreal.
gojo pfts, âof course, baby!â he does a cute pose with thumb pointing toward him, âiâm just that good at everything.â
you laugh, ââcourse you areâŠâ pulling him down, you have to kiss him or else youâd be overflowing with all the love you have for him and itâll spill everywhere. gojo eases you into the kiss, humming and sighing in contentment.
âiâm just wonderingâŠâ you mumble, a little nervous. youâve never thought of kids that much even but you think it might be due time even if you didnât have a ring on your finger. âif you ever thought of having a kid with me?â
satoruâs face softens and you can hear his smile, âof course i do, princess. every time.â his voice is soft when he says it and the way it flips your heart makes you dizzy. âbut only when youâre ready. and only when iâve put a big fat rock on your fourth, although if youâre interested in a shotgunâŠâ
you have to shoot him the finger before youâre nodding to yourself just to remind that everything depends on you. even if it takes 5, 10 years, or even if you didnât want any children at all, gojo is enamoured with you too much to let it be a dealbreaker.
âi want it⊠soon.â gojo laughs softly at that, taking you into his arms right at your doorstep and kisses you deeply once again. you brace yourself against his toned chest, clutching at his coat with tippy toes. in classic gojo satoru fashion, he has to pull away to make a dirty joke.
âiâm surprised that you arenât knocked up already with how much i cââ
âgojo satoru. if you finish that sentenceâ!â
ââum in youâŠâ
you pull a face, resorting to smacking him on the arm and he surrenders with loud laughter and an apology filled with pecks and kisses. standing at the doorway, youâd never think it would happen so soon.
two months later, satoru is getting down on one knee and asking you to marry him.
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suguru got satoru a cinnamoroll plush for when heâs small NO satoru got suguru a cinnamoroll plush for when heâs small because suguru once was itty-bitty and kept babbling âblueâ like satoruâs eyes,, and satoruâs heart knew that his baby needed a bit of blue with him for the moments that the two werenât together, and so the sgsg stuffie saga began
*someone who can draw should draw satoru holding suguru and his stuffie please and thank you*
#i think about them daily#cinnamoroll#fictional caregiver#caregiver gojo#regressor geto#agere stuffies#agere headcanons#agere fluff#satosugu#fandom agere#someone should draw this#jjk agere
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LILIES & ROSESâ©àŒ¶â§Ë
GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestive comment. WORD COUNT: 1.2k words. TAGS: boyfriend!gojo, satoru gojo x fem!oc. established couple. adoptedkiddos! megumi & tsumiki
SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend hates being woken up in the morning, but her unconventional family has a surprise for her. AUTHOR'S NOTE: happy mothers day to all the mamas out there! here's a quick little fic for oc gojo girlfriend and how much tsumiki, megumi, and satoru love her. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!
"alright kiddos, here's the plan," satoru started a huddle in the middle of the living room with tsumiki and megumi. megumi rolled his eyes and sighed, he never liked to entertain anything satoru was thinking of. tsumiki had a big smile on her face and always followed along with whatever he said. "megumi is going to get flowers across the street and tsumiki is going to stay behind and start breakfaâ"
"and what exactly are you going to do?" megumi glared at his white haired guardian.
"well, your brave and handsome caregiver is going to obviously be the one to wake up (y/n)." satoru said.
megumi, tsumiki, and satoru shuddered at the thought of having to be the one to wake you up from your slumber. if there was one thing they all knew in the household, it was not to wake you up from your sleep on your days off.
7 year old megumi held out his hand to satoru, "give me your credit card."
satoru scoffed in disbelief at how straightforward megumi could be. he sighed and pulled out his credit card as the 7 year old boy swiped it from his fingers with the swiftness.
megumi walked down to the flower shop across the street. he thought out how you and satoru had "adopted" him and tsumiki almost two years ago. you and satoru were still students at jujutsu high school. it was a huge adjustment as satoru and you were only 18 years old at the time, entering into your third year as sorcerers.
the flower shop owner smiled as megumi walked into the shop, "hi megumi, are you here to get some flowers for (y/n) for mother's day?"
megumi softly smiled, "how did you know?"
"oh, i had a feeling," the shop owner said.
little did megumi know, satoru gojo was a regular at this flower shop. mainly because he stopped here to buy you flowers whenever he made you upset.
"(y/n)'s favorite flowers are lilies," she recommended as megumi was looking at the huge bouquet of roses. "mr. gojo always gets her roses, but secretly her favorites are the lilies."
megumi turned to look at the beautiful white lilies. he had an idea.
"can i have a big bouquet with both lilies and roses?" megumi asked the shop owner. she smiled at him and nodded.
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at home, tsumiki was standing on a small step stool in front of the stove flipping pancakes in a cute pink frilly apron that satoru had bought for her. the kitchen smelled of bacon and coffee. at the ripe young age of 8, tsumiki was quite skilled in the kitchen. she hummed to herself as she set the pancakes onto four plates and started to crack eggs into a new clean frying pan.
"megumi and i like overeasy eggs... gojo-sensei likes scrambled... and (y/n) likes sunny side up..." tsumiki spoke softly to herself. the toaster popped up as she stepped to the side and took the four pieces of toast out. she returned back to watch her eggs.
"i'm home," megumi announced as he set the large bouquet of flowers on the dining table, "where's the idiot?"
"he's in the room with (y/n)!" tsumiki happily chirped.
the mutual agreement was knowing that the "idiot" in question was satoru gojo.
megumi took out a folded piece of paper from his backpack and handed it to tsumiki as she slid all the eggs into their respective plates, "here, sign it."
tsumiki opened the piece of paper to find a drawing of somewhat identifiable stick figures. she saw megumi with his dark blue hair, her with her brown ponytail, satoru with his sunglasses and white hair, and you with your long black hair and green eyes. underneath the family portrait was written in megumi's surprisingly neat penmanship, âhappy motherâs day â.
"awww megumi, this is so cute!" tsumiki gushed.
megumi brushed her off and said, "it's not a big deal, we had to make mother's day cards in my homeroom class".
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satoru gojo was risking it all today. he opened the bedroom door, the room was still dark as the blackout curtains haven't been opened. he quietly made his way to the window and quickly opened the curtains as you winced from the bright sunlight hitting your face. rule number one broken. (read âmorning routineâ here)
you grabbed the duvet to cover your face, but was felt with resistance. satoru completely grabbed the duvet cover off of you and threw it on the other side of your shared king size bed. rule number two broken.
you kissed your teeth in annoyance and turned to face him, "satoru gojo, what do you think you're doing? are you asking for a death wish?"
satoru laughed, "come on, i have a surprise! wake up already." he leaned into the bed and grabbed your hand. you groaned in tired annoyance. he held up your body and pushed you into the bathroom to do your morning routine.
"this better be a good surprise." you threatened him.
"or what? you gonna spank me?" satoru retorted back at you.
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satoru led you into the kitchen with his hands over your eyes.
"surprise!" satoru, tsumiki, and megumi shouted in unison.
there was a delicious breakfast spread of pancakes, toast, eggs, bacon, fruits, and hashbrowns thanks to your wonderfully talented, adopted daughter. next to the table was a bouquet as big as megumi.
you pouted your lips as you looked at the smug three, "oh my gosh... is this all for me?"
"yes!" tsumiki yelled and ran to hug your leg.
"thank you, babygirl." you bent down to hug her as megumi slowly crept towards you with the bouquet that was just as big as him.
"these are you for you, (y/n)."
you grabbed the huge bouquet from the little boy, "how did you know my favorite flowers are lilies, megumi?"
"i thought you liked roses, babe?" satoru asked in confusion as he sat down in his assigned dining seat.
"every girl likes roses, but lilies are my favorite flowers... i guess megumi just listens to me." you teased your lover. megumi quickly stuck his tongue out at the white haired sorcerer.
"oh! one last thing (y/n)!" tsumiki ran to the kitchen counter to grab the card that megumi made. she gave it to you and you swear you almost cried.
"megumi, you made this in school? babe, look at this." you showed your boyfriend megumi's drawing of your little family of four. satoru had a huge grin on his face. megumi couldn't help but turn bright red in embarrassment.
"thank you, all of you." you grabbed satoru underneath his chin with your free hand and pulled him in for a kiss. megumi and tsumiki ran to your side to hug you as you kissed them on the top of their heads. satoru bringing home two children without letting you know was a very unconventional way of becoming a mother, but you wouldnât want it any other way.
âhappy motherâs day, babe.â satoru grinned at you.
EXTRA:
"hey megumi, how much did the flowers cost?" satoru questioned the blue haired child as he was reading a book on the couch.
"i don't know, like maybe $20?" megumi lied.
satoru glared at him, he knew he was lying. he logged into his bank account and saw the transaction from the shop.
"maybe $20? more like $200, you brat!" satoru barked back at him.
"who cares if it was $200? (y/n) likes it."
satoru stopped mid thought, the kid was right. as much as he and megumi butt heads, if there was one thing that they could agree on, it was their love for you.
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This is kind of a random rant but can we please get some other types of Y/N's in the community that's paired up with Gojo. Every single time I read a fic where is femalereader x gojo the female is always sort of prissy, gets annoying by Gojo being clingy, thinks he's spoiled, etc. etc. (still loves him but the fics where she's always complaining about his attitude and stuff) And it's not necessarily a super bad thing- but like I feel like there needs to be more. Maybe the reader actually is attracted to gojo's silliness and is also silly/goofy and they make a nice pair (which honestly is how i started my massive obsession with gojo- because like his goofiness is so attractive to me- and i actually used to think he looked overrated before i actually watched jjk and slowly fell for him lol). Maybe a character who's sort of has a caregiver personality (i see these types of y/n's in nanami fics quite a lot ngl) or is just straight up like gojo? Maybe she's extremely extroverted or something- maybe she's sad and gojo helps her or smth. Idk- i just wish there's some different personalities because y/ns always the same person. This is also happening in other fics and not just gojo ones specifically.
Anyways ty for listening to this small rant lol <3
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