｡.*｡☆ﾟ 🕰️ 11.10 P.m

soft gojo meeting his newborn hc, pleaaasee??

｡.*｡☆ﾟ 🕰️ 11.10 p.m

soft dad!gojo drove me to have another baby fever for the ntn time. you just have to put this idea in my head don’t you dear anon, and right after i stumbled into the above pic in pinterest too🤧

a part of gojo's love entries

the thing was so tiny, precious and squishy. it fit right in his hands, so red and fragile, almost like a toy—

only it was not. it was a real, living baby. his son, partly made by his own flesh and blood—his to protect.

“hello to you, my little minion,” satoru whispered to his newborn, wonderstruck by the sight of this small but clearly alive being. his eyes glazed, his fingers delicately tracing the baby's face, body, and tiny feet. “i’m your dad, yeah?”

his own soft voice sounded foreign to him. but at this moment, as he was utterly mesmerized by the sight of little human that just came out of you, his beloved wife, he couldn’t care less.

he had always imagined how his brat would look like. he even joked with you about how he’d get his good looks—and heck, the gods did hear him and this baby in his arms was the most handsome baby he had ever seen, blessed with his white hair and softest skin, as well as the rosiest cheeks.

his only dismay was that he also inherited the bluest of eyes, the curse in his family line.

well, but that’s a problem for another day.

he settled his newborn into the hospital's nursery crib, and nudged his pudgy cheeks once again. not even half a day had passed since he was born, and gojo satoru had developed a severe cuteness aggression for his son. he swore he’d spoil him rotten, shower him love he never truly experienced from his own parents, and of course, keep him safe.

with his heart full, he left the baby as he slept, and went back to your room.

in the very same predicament as your baby, you were still fast asleep. you were visibly exhausted, your hair was a tangled mess, and there was a line of dried blood along your lips—caused by accidentally biting them too hard earlier, during your labor pains.

even in the state of disarray, satoru still thought you looked ethereal, too good for him.

he ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing them, and he regretted it when your face scrunched up and your eyes fluttered open. “…hmm? satoru?”

“hey, sweets. how are you feeling?”

“i still feel like being split into two… but yeah, i’ll manage.”

“shush, of course. you feel that way often, each time when i—”

“don’t,” you warned, glaring at him. “i just birthed your heir, gojo satoru. don’t even start.”

satoru burst into a laugh so hearty and he realized he truly loved this dynamics with you. and that he was grateful for you.

he wanted to thank you for all that you had done for him. for returning his feelings. for marrying him. for going through that pain to bring his son to the world—

and most of all, for still being here. for staying alive to live another day with him.

“i saw him just now. our baby is perfect.”

“really? i want to meet him too…”

“soon, dear. when you’re a little better, i’ll take you to him.”

but he wasn’t the best with words. and so even if he were to pour his heart out, everything would be condensed into this one sentence.

you were excited at the prospect of meeting your baby, when suddenly satoru leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you so damn much… you know?”

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— Daddy’s Got A Bit Of A Bad Habit, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

“fuckin’—!”

“stop cursing or i swear to god i’ll put tape over your mouth!”

immediately, grimmjow shuts up with a small glare thrown your way. he knows you’re right for scolding him, but damn does he hate being told what to do. grimmjow tells you every time,

“you’re real fuckin’ lucky that i love you.”

and you are, honestly. because without grimmjow, you’d never have the bundle of joy you’ve been blessed with. grimmjow settles for calling her a little “brat” or “runt”— which you’ve told him to stop multiple times— yet when he’s all alone with her, cradling his little girl close to his chest, he whispers the sweetest little nothings in her ear. she can barely understand what her daddy says at her age, yet every time she smiles or coos at him. it’s that unspoken father-daughter bond between them that you think of fondly every time.

what you don’t think of so fondly is grimmjow’s potty mouth. of course, you love him. you love his voice, his eyes, the way how pouts when you tell him that no, he can’t fight someone just because they didn’t say excuse me— but you’d rather not have your daughter know every curse word in existence before she’s even a year old.

your daughter giggles at her father, seemingly amused by the whole scene. she doesn’t understand a single word, but by the looks of her daddy and mommy, daddy got scolded again. grimmjow turns to her with a sigh, picking her up into his arms with a small smirk.

“you think daddy gettin’ in trouble is funny?” he says, tickling her softly. she laughs at the tickles, moving around in his arms. she’s getting more active each day…it makes his heart ache, in a good way of course. “and you’re still laughin’? you’re hurting daddy’s feelings, ya little brat.”

“grimmjow.” the warning in your voice is clear to him.

“fine, fine! i’m sorry, sheesh.” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. with your daughter still in his arms, he approaches you with a kiss to the cheek as you wash the rest of the dishes. it’s not long until he cuddles up to you with your baby safe in his arms, smiling softly. it’s faint, but you know it’s there.

“can’t believe both my girls ‘r gangin’ up on me.” and the sweet laugh that comes out of your mouth is enough for him to forget about everything else. he’ll let you boss him around all you want just so he can hear it again.

the scene is so sickeningly sweet that it could make him throw up. was this really him? he thought, did he even deserve this after what he’s done? nah, you weren't lucky that he loved you. he was lucky— blessed— that you even tolerated him in the first place. he's realized that the first time you kissed him. he was so empty— no feelings, no emotions, no trust, no love—just the pure desire to fight and survive. barely even able to sleep peacefully like he could in that desolate world. but that’s not his home anymore. no, it’s you and her, a fact that he cherishes everyday. yeah, he was an asshole…he still is, kinda, but he’s changed.

for the better. for you. for her.