#cat gojo

[cicadaaas]

[rina-teatia]

LET HIM OUT 😭😭😭

[crazylazydaizzzy]

Cat fight

Pairing: Cat Hybird! Gojo x reader x Cat Hybird!Geto

Summary: Gojo gets really jealous when you add Geto to the family. Now you have two needy and jealous cats!

Wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be shorter lol but i enjoyed it nontheless)

a/n: IM HERE TO FEED YOU AGAIN SAY AHHHH! I love hybrid gojo and geto AHHHHHH ENJOY ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ hope anon is satisfied with my version of her geto & gojo request for this time!

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You've adopted Gojo a while back, long enough to know about how clingy and easily attached he can get. If you weren’t constantly in contact or touching, he’d get all whiney. His pure white ears would flatten against his head, bright blue eyes pleading with yours.

You swear he must know what that look does to you and uses it for his advantage. That manipulative cat.

Even when you have your hands full, he’d stay close, a fluffy tail curled softly around your waist, keeping you warm. It’s nice when you’re cold, but not really when the room turns all stuffy and hot.

By now, you’re pretty aware of how possessive and territorial Gojo can be, not even allowing you to pet outside cats. He’d smell it on you, hissing, saying ‘you have one at home’, then proceed to call you a ‘cheater’.

That only intensified tenfold when you added Geto – a black hybrid cat – to the equation.

Suddenly, Gojo has all the reasons lined up for you to why you shouldn’t get another cat.

“The economy isn’t doing that well now, you’ll waste money on double the food”

“There would be more fur to sweep”

“I saw a vet online saying how much she doesn’t recommend more than one hybird. Another lady confirmed”

He just kept rambling about all the excuses he could come up with to try and convince you. But you’ve made up your mind already, so you just smile at him; blinking a few times.

ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖   ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖°   ᓚᘏ𑄝

Geto was added as a new member to the house, and Gojo couldn’t be less happy about that. He intended to make it known.

“Please don’t tell me you’ll shower him” He whines into your shoulder as he clings to you from behind, his hands fisting into your shirt in the front, a white tail spiraling up your leg.

“I did it with you when you came here, too” You try, one hand over his, your thumb rubbing back and forth gently over his knuckles.

“But he’s FILTHY!” He whisper-shouts, his lips near your ear. You feel a twitching, soft ear tickle your hair.

“Yeah, Toru, that’s why he needs a bath” you giggle nervously, trying to slip away from Gojo’s clawing grip, Geto stands awkwardly beside you. Waiting. Watching the scene unfold in front of him in intrigue.

Gojo catches the sly smile Geto sends his way and he must hold himself back from hissing – only because he’s this close to your ear.

“I meant on the inside!” Gojo tries to argue with you, hugging you impossible close into him from behind, pulling you flush against his overly warm chest.

“Satoru Gojo, pull yourself together” his white ears flatten against his head, his grip around you loosening in defeat.

“Just look at him….” He grumbles, reluctantly letting go of you once you start squirming too much against him. Geto only puts on an innocent face, smiling with his eyes nearly closing into slits.

Gojo isn’t fooled by his acting. Not one bit.

You grab Getos hand, taking him along with you into the bathroom, a towel flung on your other arm.

Gojo seethes with anger and jealousy, growling to himself. He lost to a stupid black cat!

With you facing the other way, Geto turns to look at him over his shoulder, sticking out his tongue before you both disappear into the bathroom.

ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖   ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖°   ᓚᘏ𑄝

When stepping out of the shower, you’re surprised to see how calm and collected Gojo appears to be. He’s sitting on the couch all patient and content, smiling at you. His tail is a little too still for your liking, but you brush past that.

 He must be adjusting, finally – you decide. It will take some time before he learns to share you.

“I can dry his hair myself. It would be fruitful to try and get to know one another.” Gojo proposes with a too bright smile. “A hybrid-to-hybrid talk”

You beam at the idea, despite how Gojo’s tail only gets this unactive when something is brewing. You push that thought aside, clasping your hands together “Great!”

Geto stiffens beside you, his black ears standing straight up, tail not swishing softly behind him anymore like it did in the shower. “I-…” he cuts himself off short, knowing that saying anything would make him out to be the bad guy here. Especially with how Gojo worded things, as if it’s all for a really good cause.

Curse that white cat.

And so the two find themselves alone in Gojo’s room.

“Don’t think I’m falling for your innocent act. I can smell your filth from a hundred miles away”

“Cats can only smell up to 1,5 to 4 miles away” Geto corrects lazily, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed with Gojo behind him. It’s unnerving having someone in his blind spot, let alone him.

“Shut it, smart mouth” Gojo hisses, grabbing a chunk of Getos inky hair spilling over his shoulder and tugging on it, both of their ears on high alert, twitching at every little motion and sound that the other makes.

“OW! Let go, you stupid leech! She’s mine!” you sit outside in the living room, hearing small muffled sounds slipping from behind Gojo's bedroom door. You pay it no mind, figuring Gojo must have tugged at a hair knot.

It cant be that bad, right?

“You dare?!” Their cat-fight starts, with Gojo yanking at Getos hair once again, harder this time. Geto winces, his neck bent at an odd angle. Full on screams can be heard from Gojo's room by now.

Okay, maybe it is that bad.

“What are you doing to him!” You barge in, seeing Gojo holding onto Geto’s inky hair, his black ear twitching frantically. Gojo’s white fluffy ear twitch once at you seeing him like this.

“I promise you its not like tha-“

“He yanked at my hair” Geto cuts him off, batting his eyes up at you, his tone oddly soft when he was yelling a second ago.

Gojo notices the performance Geto is putting on, only serving to boil his blood even further, prompting him to lurch over and scratch his sharp nails over the black hybrid’s arm.

You step in immediately, your fingers threading seamlessly through Gojo’s soft white hair, tugging gently back at the base, careful not to hurt him as you separate them. Gojo seems to lean into your touch despite the chaotic scene he’s in. “Alright, that’s enough. You’re not stepping out of here until midnight”

Your words seem to have an immediate effect on the poor white cat, his ears turning droopy, flopping back against his white fluff of hair. His eyes silently plead with yours, a pout painting on his lips as you drag Geto out.

You throw him a sharp look over your shoulder. “Bad cat”, then shut the door behind you, leaving your white cat to reflect on his actions and mull it over.

ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖   ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖°   ᓚᘏ𑄝

The light spilling from the window diminished nearly fully, reminding you that Gojo’s punishment has been over since a while ago. He hasn’t stepped out of his room yet.

Geto is curled into your side on the couch the light sound of the movie playing drowning to your ears as you get up to check on Gojo. Geto doesn’t move to stop you - save for his tail tightening around your thigh before he lets go all together, his gaze following you.

“Gojo, are you coming?”

No response. Only the sound of shuffling and someone tossing in bed.

“Your punishment is long past” You coax softly, bending down to peek under the door gap. There you can make out the silhouette of a tall male laying face-first on his bed, a fluffy tail curling into his side.

He only gets into this position when he’s feeling down. Maybe you were a little harsh on him earlier.

The doorknob is useless. He locked himself in there. Poor kitty.Your heart throbs at your own reckless actions.

You rush to your feet, speeding to the drawer with all your snacks and candy. Getos head peeks over the couch behind you, curiously watching what you’re doing.

Grabbing Gojo’s favorite candy – the sweetest you had bought not long ago just for him – you speed your way back to the locked door.

“Pspspsps” You caregully shove pieces of candy under the door gap, one after the other. “Come here, kitty kitty” you singsong, hoping this would trick him to come out.

Silence.

“Who’s my pretty boy?” you’re starting to get desperate here. He’s refusing to come out.

“Me!” Geto exclaims from the couch, tail swaying in content.

You give him a small chuckle before turning back to Gojo behind the door.

"..."

“Ill let you snuggle me to sleep.”

The door unlocks with a sad looking Gojo on the other side, his bright blue eyes finding Geto, sending him a quick, nasty glare before returning his gaze back to yours.

He’s sulking with a pout on, mushrooms practically growing from his head. His ears flopingp backwards, his tail motionless, hugging his own leg.

“Oh, baby” You step closer, your heart thumping painfully at the sight of a defeated Gojo. Leaning in, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He’s so warm.

“Am I not enough for you? Do I bore you?” He results to ask lastly, his speech stripped off his hurried speed and livelyhood, tone quieter.

You stop in your tracks, his stiff tail visible through your peripheral vision. Stepping closer, you reach out to him, palms cupping his soft cheeks on both sides. “I’m not doing this because I don’t want you anymore, Gojo. You'd be mistaken to think that”

You nearly whisper out, your words escaping your mouth like a soft breeze. God, that cat keeps tugging at your heartstrings.

“I wanted to get you a new friend to keep you company when I’m not around” You whisper into his chest, taking in his usual scent of melted sugar.

He grumbles a little, before you feel a long fluffy tail wrap around your waist, bringing you closer into him. “He said he’d take you away from me” He rests his chin atop your head, his heartbeat seeming to slow at your touch.

Gojo doesn’t waste the chance to send another dirty glare towards a scowling Geto, silently plotting to pull at his black tail in your sleep. That would serve him right.

Your heart squeezes, lips puckering in a sympathetic pout. Pulling back, you look up into Gojo’s eyes, only to see the pitiful soft look he’s giving you. Ouch. That soft hearted, sweet cat of yours.

You lift a hand, resting it on his white, fluffy ear, our thumb and index finger working in tandem to gently massage at the sweet spot you know of on his ear. It silently twitches in your hand once before he relaxes completely at just this simple touch of yours.

“You know id never replace you” You whisper, unable to voice your words properly when you have a big, tall man like him looking down at you with such adorable eyes – it crumbles all of your resolves.

He intends to hum in acknowledgment, but your touch on his sensitive ears kinda melted his brain a little. A soft purr rolls of his tongue instead. You giggle, his tail demanding you stand closer despite there being no more space left between you.

A loud thumping sound starts behind you. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Come, lets go sit with him too before he hisses at me” you chuckle as you make your way back to the couch where Geto sits, with a reluctant Gojo in your tow – agreeing to this only because you’re there.

His tail gives him off every time. It’s adorable.

Sitting there between them and picking a new show to watch, you grow slightly annoyed by how they keep trying to pull you closer to their sides.

“Alright” you huff out a breath, getting up only to sit back down – horizontally; with you on Geto’s lap, and your head resting in Gojo’s lap.

“See, leech? She’s sitting on MY lap”

“She has her head in MY lap, you monkey”

“We're the same species, idiot”

Sighing, you lift your hands above your head. “Shhh” lazily, you curl your fingers under their chin, scratching gently at that soft area of skin – right there.

Smiling, you turn back to enjoy your show, both of them silent save for the small purring sounds they’re making – their body growing warmer underneath you

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[mikaiswolfsbane]

jealous of cat gojo

suguru prided himself on being a secure person—sure, there were times where his self-assurance would wane but through your gentle reassurance he got over his once frequent fit of jealousy.

and yet it never occurred to suguru that one day he'd be competing for your attention, never mind the fact that he'd be competing with his very own cat. that smug little thing.

he could still remember the day you met the furball. you walked in with such caution stamped into your stride, eyes taking in the decorations of his clean apartment as you were led to his bedroom.

you place yourself near the corner of his bed watching suguru rummage through his wardrobe to find something comfortable for you to sleep in. he was completely oblivious to the feral anxiety clawing up your throat. what if satoru doesnt like you? 

there was just something about a cat's intuition, blessed with the ability to read a person's character like six eyes intensely inspecting every aspect of one's soul—or perhaps you were just being overly superstitious. nonetheless you needed to impress that cat.

suguru interrupts your thoughts as he planted a pair of sweats and a hoodie for you to sleep in, then escaping to the kitchen to prepare snacks for your movie marathon.

it was at this exact moment that suguru should've known what the universe had in store for him. there goes a ball of white fluff in the direction of his bedroom. satoru was on a mission to investigate the new scent, a rare thing he had the opportunity of doing because his owner was rather… antisocial.

satoru trots into the bedroom a blue castle-like structure comes into view and beside it was the guest inspecting his scratching post. he stands by the door, blue eyes narrowing in on the guest.

satoru’s tail curls in fascination, blue eyes narrowing as he inches closer to you. now if satoru had been a normal cat he would have simply lost interest in the second human being in this apartment or maybe hiss at you, but no satoru charges at top speed bumping into your calf like the attention seeker he is.

your eyes snap to furball a small squeal of excitement escapes your lips as you bend down and hover your hand near his nose for him to sniff. the second satoru's nose touched your palm, he decided you were worth his time and therefore he liked you.

and from that day forward you had been inseparable. literally. on the days you'd stay over satoru would damn near teleport to your lap, the second suguru would try and lift satoru off he would hiss like he had grabbed his tail. 

don't even get suguru started on how you would push him aside just to fawn over satoru. this was a betrayal so shocking it would put judas to shame. satoru was supposed to be his cat, and yet every time you would leave satoru would whine so much his neighbours would complain.

suguru swears satoru steals your attention just to spite him. yet there was nothing he could do but attempt to cuddle you and pout every time satoru hisses at him. 

©mikaiswolfsbane 2026

[strawberrychansora]

papa!geto brings his cat satoru to the vet with his daughters and catches feelings for the doctor >3

content: pure fluff. single girl dad!geto x veterinarian fem!reader. catoru au. no curses au. modern au.

suguru shifted the weight of the heavy plastic carrier in his left hand, feeling the rhythmic thump of satoru shifting around inside. in his right hand, he held nanako’s small, warm palm, while mimiko clung tightly to the hem of his black shirt. his daughters looked like carbon copies of each other except for their hair colors—with the matching blunt bobs he’d spent forty minutes carefully trimming and brushing that morning.

"is satoru sick, papa?" mimiko asked, her voice small and worried as they pushed through the glass doors of the veterinary clinic. "he didn't even try to bite your ankles this morning."

suguru looked down and gave her a reassuring smile, his eyes crinkling. "no, baby. he’s just due for his shots. and he’s probably just pouting because he knows exactly where we’re going."

as if on cue, a loud, indignant meow erupted from the carrier. it wasn't a normal cat sound; it was loud, high-pitched, and sounded suspiciously like a demand for immediate release.

"see?" nanako giggled, swinging suguru's hand. "he’s just being a brat."

suguru chuckles softly. “definitely a brat.”

they reached the front desk, and suguru felt a strange jolt when you looked up from the computer. you weren't the usual older doctor he saw. you looked... well, you looked incredible in your teal scrubs, with a stethoscope draped around your neck and a kind, tired smile that reached your eyes.

"name for the appointment?" you asked, your voice smooth and pleasant.

suguru blinked, realizing he’d been staring for a second too long. he quickly adjusted his grip on the carrier. "oh, uh, geto. suguru geto. for satoru."

you looked at the chart and then at the carrier, where a single, bright blue eye was currently glaring at you through the gate. "satoru,huh? beautiful name for a beautiful cat. and who are these two?"

"i'm nanako!" the blonde twin chirped, leaning over the counter.

"and i'm mimiko," the brunette added, hiding slightly behind suguru’s leg. "we're his princesses."

you laughed, and the sound made suguru’s heart do a weird little flip. "well, it's very nice to meet two princesses. i'm the doctor. why don't you all come back to room three?"

once inside the small exam room, suguru set the carrier on the silver table. the girls immediately crowded around.

"be careful, girls. let the doctor work," suguru said, reaching out to ruffle their hair. he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time, the screen lighting up to show a photo of the twins sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep, with a fluffy white ball of fur tucked between them.

you caught a glimpse of it as you prepped a syringe. "that's a sweet photo. they look like little angels."

suguru looked at his lock screen and sighed affectionately. "only when they're sleeping. the rest of the time it’s a controlled riot."

"he's a very good daddy," nanako told you very seriously, looking up from her position by the table. "he did our hair today. do you like it?"

you leaned down to inspect their bobs. "it’s very professional. i think your papa might have a second career as a stylist."

suguru’s face heated as he cleared his throat. “well, my princesses have to have the best hair. it’s important in this family.”

as you opened the carrier door, satoru didn't run. he stepped out with the grace of a king, shaking his long, snow-white fur. he was a massive cat, almost impossibly white, with those striking blue eyes that seemed to judge everyone in the room. he walked straight up to you and sniffed your hand with an air of extreme suspicion.

"wow, he really is a king, isn't he?" you whispered, gently scratching behind his ears. to suguru’s absolute shock, satoru didn't hiss. he leaned into your touch and let out a loud, rumbling purr.

"traitor," suguru muttered under his breath, though he was smiling. "he usually tries to swat anyone who isn't me or the girls."

"maybe he just has good taste," you said, glancing up at suguru. the eye contact lasted a beat longer than necessary, a tiny spark of something warm passing between you. you cleared your throat and focused back on the cat. "okay, satoru, just a little pinch."

as you administered the shot, mimiko gasped and hid her face in suguru’s side. he immediately wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "it’s okay, mimi. he’s being very brave. look at him."

after the check-up was done, you handed the girls some stickers from a jar—glittery smiley faces and stars. they beamed at you like you’d just handed them gold.

"thank you, doctor!" they said in unison.

you turned to suguru as he loaded the cat back into the carrier. "he's in great health. just keep doing what you're doing. you're a... you're a really great dad, mr. geto."

suguru paused, his hand on the handle. "thank you. that means a lot. and, uh, thank you for being so patient with the whole circus." he hesitated for a second, his thumb brushing the plastic handle. "maybe we'll see you for the follow-up? or... sooner?"

you smiled, a bit shyly this time. "i'd like that. i'm here most weekdays."

"noted," suguru said, his voice a bit deeper.

as they walked out of the clinic and back toward the car, the girls were already buzzing.

"she was nice, papa!" nanako shouted, skipping ahead. "can we go get crepes now? you promised!"

"crepes! crepes! crepes!" mimiko chanted, her earlier fear totally forgotten.

"alright, alright," suguru laughed, unlocking the suv. he buckled them into their car seats with practiced ease, checking their seatbelts twice. "strawberry for nanako, chocolate for mimiko?"

"and a bite for satoru?" nanako asked.

suguru hopped into the driver's seat and looked back at them through the rearview mirror. "absolutely not. satoru is on a diet after the vet told us he's getting a little chunky."

a muffled, angry meow came from the back seat.

"don't look at me like that, satoru," suguru joked, pulling out of the parking lot. "we're going to the park after the crepes. i'll let you sit on the long leash under the big tree while the girls play."

the afternoon was perfect. they stood at the little stand on the corner, and suguru watched with a soft expression as his daughters smeared whipped cream all over their faces. he wiped mimiko’s chin with a napkin, his touch gentle and full of the kind of love that only a devoted parent has.

"papa, you have a funny look on your face," nanako said, her mouth full of strawberry. "are you thinking about the doctor?"

suguru nearly choked on his own drink. "is it that obvious?"

"your ears are red," mimiko pointed out, giggling.

suguru sighed, leaning back against the park bench as the sun started to set, casting a golden glow over his little family. "maybe a little. but right now, i'm just thinking about how lucky i am to have my three favorite gremlins."

he pulled them both in for a squeezed hug, ignoring the sticky crepe residue that ended up on his shirt. satoru, tethered nearby, let out a soft meow and curled up into a white ball, finally satisfied with the attention. suguru pulled out his phone again, took a new photo of the girls with their messy faces and lopsided bobs, and felt his heart feel completely, wonderfully full.

[veeneedssleep]

Catboy!Gojo who purrs loudly whenever you stroke his hair after a long day at work and is ready to agree with you about anything you complain about to him

Catboy!Gojo who whines dramatically and complains about being alone when you have to go out for work or groceries

Catboy!Gojo who clings to you the moment you come from work and tries to rub up against you to scent you again

Catboy!Gojo who constantly catches birds for you, even though he has to hear an earful of how "killing innocent birds is wrong" or whatever

A/N - Idk how I feel abt posting for the first time, I'm probably never gonna do this again ✌️

[nizuut]

pov: you see a hot barista in cat cafe😋🤓😼

[satorrruuu]

Kitty Gojo who’s not used to being pet, so he gets too excited and slams his head into their hands