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hii! i was wondering on how you make the words gradient? if you could answer it'd be appreciated ♡.

hii nonniee! <3 so yeah, for the gradients, i used this very convenient text colorizer here. and as of the steps, i'll explain more under the cut! :D

upon arriving at the site, this is the view:

just follow the site's steps! enter your text in Step 1, and then choose the color effects you want in Step 2, there are several options you can try:

pick the colors you want in Step 3 and i personally don't think Step 4 is important so i often skip it

here i choose the horizontal gradient and pick blue and yellow palette. afterwards it'll show you the end result in Step 5:

if you're satisfied with the color combos, you can proceed to the codes. there are 2 kinds of codes generated by the site, but to use it in tumblr post, pick the second one with "html code for this text: (to use on your website)"

copy the whole code and let's move to tumblr. write whatever first in the post as a dummy text and then pick the setting on the right & choose html:

afterwards 2 tabs will appear under your username: the "html" and "preview". we go to the "html" one and it'll show you your post's html codes

here, you see the "title" i wrote earlier in the post, and now replace "title" with the html code from text colorizer webpage:

afterwards, go back to the "preview" tab and voila! :D you have the gradient-colored words!

hope this helps! feel free to come by again if you have further questions :D

✎ a birthday to remember

- gojo satoru x reader

what is the so-called grand surprise does your husband prepare for your birthday?

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—massive fluff, comfort, pregnant!reader, (cough) pregnant sex

note: hi peeps it's been ages since i last wrote gojo :') and love entries on that matter *sobs* but here it is... my birthday has passed too but here's to any of you whose birthday is near!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Sensei— happy birthday!”

This year, your birthday happened to fall on a workday.

If it were up to you, you would have taken the day off. However, Satoru had been assigned to Osaka and wouldn’t be returning until weekend, so taking leave and stay at home would most likely make you feel lonely.

Not only that, with you entering the fifth month of pregnancy, you figured it was better to stay active. And by the end of the day—you didn’t regret coming in at all. The students were all so sweet, they even chipped in to get you a pretty maternity dress to wear. You couldn’t wait to tell Satoru about them tonight.

You skipped happily toward the parking lot, but right when you turned the corner, suddenly—

“Wifeeeey!”

“Oh my god!”

You let out a loud gasp and took a step back, taking in the view. A sea of colorful balloons, with a man in suit standing right in the middle of it—

Your husband. In flesh. You blinked once, twice— thrice.

“Satoru...?”

He poked his head out of the string of balloons, a beaming, million-dollar grin lit up his face at the sight of your shocked expression. “Wifeeey! Happy birthdaaaaay!”

Before you could even process his sudden appearance, he had you in a chokehold, engulfing you in a bear hug and nuzzling his face against yours with childlike enthusiasm, the faint scent of his cologne filling your senses.

“What are you doing here?!” you half-shrieked, the surprise spilling from your voice.

He pulled back, frowning dramatically. “Ehhh? You don’t want me to be back?”

“Yes—”

His eyes widened as if you’d just committed the gravest betrayal. “You big meanie!”

“No,” you quickly retracted, trying to hold back your own smile at how comically dejected he was. “I mean… aren’t you supposed to be back on Sunday?”

“Heh heh, nope! I lied~” Satoru chirped, his grin returning in full force. “It’s my wifey’s birthday—how could I not come back for you?”

In that moment, your heart fluttered. He was probably saying it for no reason, but the fact that he really did fly back from Osaka just to meet you for your birthday meant a lot to you.

His big, warm hand then gently caressed your visible baby bump, his grin widening when he got a kick. “Ah, right… Hello to you too, baby! Did I startle you too? Sorry~”

You rolled your eyes, retorting, “He is terrified.”

Satoru leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper directed at your belly. “Don’t worry, baby. Papa’s here now, and he’s got balloons. That makes everything better, right?”

“...how long have you been standing here with these balloons?”

“Hmmm, not long. About an hour, maybe?”

“You shithead—why didn’t you just come inside?”

Satoru’s gasp of mock offense made you laugh despite yourself. “And ruin the surprise? My wifey deserves the full dramatic effect!”

Being Gojo Satoru’s wife certainly came with its fair share of patience-testing episodes, and sometimes you wanted to return him to Yaga for additional lessons of discipline.

But it was candid, over-the-top acts like this that reminded you just how lucky you were to have him.

Satoru brought you to a high-end restaurant for your birthday dinner before the two of you finally returned home.

And the moment you opened the door, you were greeted by countless balloons floating on the ceiling and the ground, the fairy lights illuminating the room in a cozy glow.

You were taken aback, mesmerized by the sight. “When did you even have the time to decorate the house?”

He grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. “I have many little helpers—”

“Don't tell me it's Ichiji and Nanami? Satoru, you—!”

“I promised Nanami I wouldn’t make him blow up balloons! Though I might have heard him grumble something about being above this…”

"You're unbelievable..." You let out a resigned sigh, yet still smiling as you stepped further into the living room, now bathed in the soft, golden glow.

Satoru observed you with a quiet smile. His pretty wife, and the small life within you. He adored you the most out of everyone else in this twisted world.

Click! Click!

"Huh?" You turned to him when you heard the distinct sound of a camera shutter.

Satoru was holding his phone, an amused glint in his eyes. “Just capturing the moment, you know. You, the lights, and baby. It's perfect.”

You giggled. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

He shrugged, that signature grin returning. “What can I say? You’re beautiful.”

Later, you'd find out that one of the photos would be his lock screen from now on. It would be the first thing he saw every time he unlocked his phone.

Satoru brought out the box he had prepared, handing it to you with a sly grin. “Look, sweets, before we go to bed, I have one more gift for you—and you have to wear it now.”

You arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, as you took the box from his hands. The moment you opened it and pulled out the contents, you froze.

“—?! Satoru!”

A scarlet lingerie set. The bra features intricate lace trim along the edges, and the matching panties are equally bold, with a sheer lace overlay. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced at Satoru, who was watching you with an winning grin, clearly pleased with his choice.

“What?” he challenged. “They'll suit you, c'mon.”

“You're absolutely shameless.”

“But you love me anyway~”

You let out a defeated sigh, glancing up at him, already realizing there was no way out of this now.

“You’re lucky I’ve hit my head somewhere and married you.”

. . .

He was right. It fit you perfectly.

The moment you got out of the bathroom, Satoru could feel himself getting hard already. You looked like a vision, the deep red seemed to highlight your every curve, turning you into an effortless seductress.

And not only that, you were adorable too— fiddling with your fingers and touching your rounded belly, barely hiding how self-conscious you were.

"Don't just stare at me..." you mumbled, glaring at him.

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek, his touch tender despite the fire in his eyes. “You’re making it hard to look away, you know.”

His hands then trailed down, skimming the sides of your body, each touch lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. It was almost as if he was unraveling you, piece by piece, and you weren’t sure whether to pull away or pull him closer.

And wait... was it just you or were the space between your legs indeed getting hotter and wetter?

As if reading your mind, suddenly two of his fingers touched your barely clad pussy, and you gasped. That's right— there is indeed a hole in this freaking lingerie!

"Are... we...?" you swallowed, your gaze meeting his.

"Can I?" he asked back, voice husky. His crystal clear eyes burning with lust as he assessed you— from your eyes, lips, and then the inviting sight of your cleavage.

Did you want this?

Of course you were. Your birthday was still far from over, and you missed him too.

In response, you pushed his already hovering fingers inside you, making you hold your breath. From that point on, Satoru knew what you wanted.

Without another word, he rubbed soft circles around your clit, and you let out an unabashed moan at the contact, clinging to his shoulders for support. "Ahh..."

He teased you for a while, before slowly entering his fingers into your throbbing folds, and you were close to collapsing if it weren't for his secure hold over you.

"You're so, so damn naughty..." he whispered lowly in your ear. It was taking everything he had not to lose it right then and there. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, but the sight of your writhing face and that baby bump was damn distracting and ignited the beast inside him.

He made you pregnant already, but there was just this primal desire— wanting to mark you more...

His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, dragging them deep but just not deep enough—

"Please..." you scratched his back unwittingly, frustrated at his shirt that got in the way. "I-I... want... you..."

How sweet. Satoru relished in your titillating breaths and chuckled, vigorously continuing his dirty ministrations.

"Say it louder," he growled in your ears. "Can't hear you."

The bastard. You yanked his hair and made him catch your teary gaze. "I... want you..."

Sinful desire flared to life at your words. "Your wish is my command, missus."

Satoru suddenly pulled out his fingers—ignoring the whine you accidentally let out for being empty all of a sudden—and admired the sheen, sticky whiteness on them.

"I barely did anything and you're this wet already," he snorted, tasting it. "They're right about the pregnancy hormones."

He placed his hand on your waist, pressing a kiss on the firm skin of your belly, before undoing his belt and trousers and pulling out his hardened member.

The sight made you actually gulp, especially when he pumped it. He pulled you to his lap and guided his pride to your sopping entrance. The moment he inserted himself, he let out a groan of relief, while you arched your back and hissed, "Ngh!"

Satoru captured your lips, his hand pressing against your aching spine. He pulled you closer, urging you to take him completely.

"Ahh— ugh... mrgh!" you sighed against his neck as soon as you did, trying to even your breath. This was something you had done so many times before, but why was this time felt like an awakening of some sorts?

"Most beautiful," he breathed in your ear wickedly. "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

He rocked his hips against yours, one hand on your back and the other gripping your thigh. With each salacious thrust, you mewled and he panted, keeping you steady all the while.

He could feel your baby bump rubbing against as his toned abs, going along with the rhythm. Satoru grinned proudly, noticing how much it had grown over the past few months. The baby must be healthy in there, huh?

The relief somehow spurred him into pick up his pace, thrusting you more deeply than before. You almost squealed.

"You know what?" he grunted, mind hazed. He didn't really realize what he was saying to you, to be honest. "You're the prettiest when you're like this— round and full, with my kid."

You only caught the lewdness in his words, but you weren't able to ponder about it as he suddenly buried his face into your supple breasts.

"Look at them, getting bigger too— these days..." He sucked on the sensitive skin and you gasped in pleasure, crying out afterwards when he fondled them with both hands.

Your senses were overly heightened and you knew you wouldn't last long. Satoru too knew he was nearing his orgasm as he tore your new bra and sucked on the mound, furthering your never-ending moans, causing your eyes to roll back as the blinding pleasure overtook you— pushing you to cum right then and there.

In the next second, he pushed you into him impossibly deeper, and his hot release gushed inside your womb. You writhed at the sudden fullness, before getting limp and collapsed into him, not even realizing that you had squirted all over his lap and dress shirt.

Your husband glanced at you, in disbelief himself at the messy scene, but utterly satisfied as his bright eyes twinkled. "Heh..."

You were awoken at three in the morning, and the first thing you noticed was that you were in Satoru's warm embrace.

His arms were wrapped around you securely, holding you close as if he were protecting you even in his sleep. You must have passed out afterwards, as all you recalled was the numbing exhaustion.

Yet you knew for certain that Satoru had cleaned you up, dressed you in your pajamas, and even placed a heat pad on your hips to soothe you.

(He remembered the one time you woke up with cramps right after a raunchy night before)

Your husband was a cheeky shit, but for you, he was willing to go extra miles. It was an overlooked fact sometimes due to how unserious he was, but each time he did and you were reminded of it, your heart always soared.

Looking up, you found his peaceful sleeping face, and not for the first time, you couldn’t help but marvel at how truly handsome he was. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you gently caressed his face.

"Hmm...?" he frowned adorably, and you almost giggled. But when he cracked his eyes open, you almost regretted it—oh yes, he is a light sleeper.

"Sweets...? Can't sleep...?" He turned to you, voice thick with sleepiness. "Anything wrong?"

"No, I'm just watching you." You smiled, poking his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"Really? Nothing's amiss?" His hand gently slid to your belly, giving it a reassuring rub. "You have to tell me if anything’s not right..."

"Hush, I'm fine."

After making sure you were indeed fine, Satoru tightened his arms over you and pressed his eyes shut. You wrapped your arms around his back in response, feeling his steady warmth. Right in this moment, you were overwhelmed with this gentle, soft feeling— love, the kind he gave you so freely and candidly.

Your birthday had passed, but if there was one wish only he could fulfill, surely you could still ask him, right?

"Satoru..." you muttered, feeling the cool breeze of the air conditioner lulling you back to sleep. "Will you stay with me... forever?"

A smile curled on his lips at your question, his eyes still closed. "Silly girl, it's your bedtime, so why ask that?"

You thought he wouldn't answer it as he didn't say anything more. But right before you drift into deep sleep, he pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, giving you his promise— one that felt truer than anything else he had said to you before.

"I will... so you must stay with me too, got it?"

Just thought that once Satoru has a mini me, he'll have a new bestfriend. (After Suguru 😭)

I wonder how he'd react when toddler Gojo suddenly tells him "papa you're my bestfriend!" or someone asks and toddler Gojo says "papa is my best friend!".

on days when baby gojo isn’t pouty and feeling amicable towards his papa, he’ll introduce him as his best friend to anyone who comes by🥹

“papa!” your baby son stands wobbly on his feet, facing nanami while his small index finger pointing at satoru. “he— my best friend!”

“oh, is he?” nanami pats the kid in the head softly, almost smiling because this little boy is so precious in his pajama onesie… until he sees satoru—

—whose eyes are literally glistening with tears as he looks at his minion.

✎ heaven's fury

- gojo satoru x reader

sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! it’s self-indulgent too🤭

note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Sukuna's vessel is a threat— he must be executed as soon as possible!”

“The more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!”

“Gojo, you can't delay his sentence any longer—!”

Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.

The jujutsu world he lives in… is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.

Apparently not.

“Gojo-sensei? You look scary...”

Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.

. . .

“Satoru, oh, you're home already!”

At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminder—of his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.

“Satoru...?”

And it's because of their weakness that Suguru—

“Satoru, are you—?”

“Just fucking shut it!”

And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling your—his—precious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.

“Huh…?”

Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder was— is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?

If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smile— kind of forced, to his dismay. “Welcome home, Satoru.”

Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.

There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.

But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.

Damn it. Damn it all!

In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.

Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.

You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.

Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.

After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.

“Satoru.” You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. “Satoru? You can't be asleep.”

“…” No answer. Okay, let's try something else.

“Honey, talk to me? Hmm?” you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.

“…” This shithead. That's it.

“Satoru, my tummy hurts—”

“What?” In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. “What hurts—”

Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldn’t crash into the headboard—his blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.

“You good?” he made a face upon realizing your ruse.

“You won’t talk to me otherwise,” you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. “Satoru… what’s wrong?”

Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. “It’s nothing,” he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.

You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.

“There, there…” you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Feel better now?”

He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.

And after a while...

“...’m sorry for yelling at you...” he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. “Didn’t mean it.”

The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.

“Mm-hmm, I know.”

“Really.”

“Mmm, really, really.”

He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. “Our baby loves being held like this too,” you giggled fondly. “You big baby… you’re just like him.”

Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.

“Whenever you’re ready, talk to me, yes?”

And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.

“They're just some paranoid old fools—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“—stinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the time—”

“Heh— now that's just plain disrespect.”

“Yuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,” Satoru grumbled sullenly. “They didn't even teach him a thing and incapable to— how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?”

...oh.

And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.

First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the most—which still haunted him to this day.

And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.

It made something inside you flutter.

“Satoru...” you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. “You’re ... a kind person.”

“Huh?”

“You take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,” you mused. “Just look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.”

Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.

But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to him—

“And as your wife, I’m... proud of you.”

The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.

The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.

“Sweets, I—” he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. “I...”

You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.

Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.

“…love you,” he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pink—and you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being horny—

But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your body— it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.

And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glittery—somehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.

“I wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.”

And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.

“You feel that bad, huh?” you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.

“I am,” he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Because if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.”

“Hmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...”

At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.

“No, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!”

Epilogue

Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Satoru... what are you...?"

He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."

However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.

"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."

When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.

"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harder—"

"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."

Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered your baby—

"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare you—!"

...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.

babyfever!satoru virtually combusts when you get the OK to bring your son home, the baby carrier in his hand a new beginning, one he owed to you.

babyfever!satoru has all of your presents waiting for you when you get home, and he most certainly went overboard but he has no apologies, there was nothing you didn’t deserve after giving birth to a literal human being.

babyfever!satoru is first to get up when you or your son need anything, the man has springs in his feet and not a complaint in his body.

babyfever!satoru goes above and beyond.

“Toru, he is due a feeding, can you-”

The atoms in the air shift, a brief wave of nausea hitting you as your surroundings blur. You are back home. In your living room.

Looking behind you, you see Satoru fluffing a pillow, your favourite snack and drink on the coffee table and the show you are currently watching playing on the TV.

“Can I get you anything else sweets?”

babyfever!satoru is obsessed with your boobs ever since you started lactating, this man has a greedy mouth and he isn’t ashamed of it at all. He nips, bites, kisses, sucks until your breasts are marked up and so sensitive the lightest brush of air makes you flinch.

babyfever!satoru doesn’t let anybody babysit your baby, and that means no one. He doesn’t care how long he has known them, worked with them or even if they have saved his own ass, he trusts no one with his babies life, but you his perfect little wife.

babyfever!satoru takes time off work for the first 6 months of your sons life, only to become a house husband because you were excited to return to work, and whatever wifey wants wifey gets (he made you go down to part time, but hey is he a monster for wanting his family around 24/7?)

babyfever!satoru is thankful for the life you have gifted to him every day and he will never stop showing you just how much he loves you for blessing him with this reality.

Part 1 Part 2

Birthday Girl Pt 2

Smau: in which they finally remember your birthday Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, cursing, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Pt 1, Pt 3

✎ the babysitters' club

- gojo satoru x reader

in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacher—watching over his baby son!

genre: total crack, first years are trying their best to babysit your son to save their grades, an attempt at humor, gojo is irritating as always, fluff, fluff, fluff

note: this is sooo incredibly silly :') some inspiration are taken from the baby starfish onesie, this ask, and this illustration -> if you're wondering how gojo dressed his baby, he's looks just like that :)) tagging @3zae-zae3 <3

a part of gojo's love entries

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"Gojo-sensei... what is that wiggling starfish!?"

On one sunny day in jujutsu school... trouble is once again brewing in the form of Gojo Satoru bringing his baby son to the class.

"Starfish? No, no," Gojo retorted with a displeased expression, directing his gaze towards Yuji and clicking his tongue as he patted his squirming baby, which was still hidden from their view. "He's my pride and joy! Don't refer to him as starfish!"

"But you've got him dressed up as one..." Nobara pointed out, her tone flat and unimpressed.

"That's his kid," Megumi provided, wearily sighing. God, he knew already today was going to be a long day.

No one from school had seen your seven-month old baby son yet, and Gojo was determined to make it an occasion to remember.

Beaming with pride, he gently removed his baby from the starfish-themed onesie, revealing him in a tiny black jujutsu outfit specially tailored for him, complete with miniature black glasses. He held him up, presenting him for everyone to see.

"Behold, everyone... my son! Isn't he just adorable?!"

. . . a momentary silence before—

"Oh my goodness, he is!" Nobara cooed, forgetting her earlier sentiment, immediately approaching the baby with shining eyes. "Sensei, how could you manage to have a baby this cute!?"

"Heh! Only the finest technique utilized to create him—"

"Complete bullshit—"

"Hush, Megumi! No cussing in front of my baby! I'll deduct your marks!"

"Seriously...?"

"Now, class, today I have a very, very important task for you..." Gojo said, his voice dripping with mischief as he sported a broad grin. "If you succeed, I'll personally draft a recommendation letter for each of you to Yaga. But if you don't..." he paused for the suspense, scanning his three students' curious faces.

"Then I'm failing you in my class!" Gojo continued with a grin, prompting immediate reactions from his students.

“What! Why?!”

“That's not fair!”

“Sigh.”

“All you have to do was to watch over him until I come back. Everything you need is here— in this bag!”

Megumi rolled his eyes. Nobara raised an eyebrow. Only Yuji who seemed to be genuinely interested.

"Isn't that easy?" Gojo tilted his head playfully, looking absolutely stupid with his blindfold. "There are three of you here. If you can't even manage to look after one baby, then you should not even think about romance and dating."

"Nonsen—"

"Quiet, Megumi!"

And so began the day's mission: looking after Baby Gojo until his father's return.

“Lalala~ look you’re flying!”

“Fwa...”

“Kugisaki, don’t hold him like that! You’re making him cry!”

“No, I’m not— Itadori! Don’t smush his face—!”

“WAAA!”

“You idiot!” Megumi hissed, plucking the poor baby from his clueless friends and immediately soothed him, pulling him close and patting his back. He even gently shushed him, “There, there...”

And Yuji and Nobara could only look at him in awe as the baby's wails turned into soft sniffles, peaceful in his embrace.

"Whoa... Fushiguro, so babies like you, huh..."

"Unfair!" Nobara clicked his tongue, before fixing a wide smile and waved at the baby in Megumi's arms. "Hi baby~ don't you want to held by big sister—"

"He doesn't like you, Kugisaki."

And so, that was how the three of them spent half the day—constantly watching over Baby Gojo, with Megumi supervising both the baby and his two friends.

"Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in him..." Megumi grumbled sullenly, resigned to his fate, his gaze fixed on the crawling baby while he sat on the floor and threw his little sunglasses.

For all the sighs he exuded, Megumi undeniably had a soft spot for the baby. Prior today, he had held him several times, and he'd never admit it, but he'd protect him to the best of his ability, if anything, because you had done so much for him.

“Gojo-sensei is cool!” Yuji remarked. “Of course Y/N-sensei is happy with him.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Only you would say that.”

"Hey, don't you think he wants his milk?" Yuji suddenly pointed out, as the baby became fussy. Megumi nodded and Yuji immediately reached for the bag Gojo left. He pulled out a bottle and handed it to his friend, but in the process, he accidentally knocked the bag over, spilling its contents onto the floor.

"Ahh, my bad," the boy sighed, collecting the pampers and washcloth, until he realized that there were some more—

"What's that? Photographs?" Nobara picked one of them up, and immediately gasped. "Oh my! Look at this!"

On the picture was the same baby, but much more smaller and swaddled in baby blue blanket and tiny blue beanie. Most likely taken when he was a newborn.

"Whoa, wait, there's something written behind the photo..."

When she flipped it over, both she and Yuji studied the messy handwriting, instantly recognizing it as their teacher's.

Yaaay! ♡ Baby is here! I'm sooo happy you made it! But mama went through a lot to bring you here... so don't ever forget that she loves you very, very much, okay?

"This is sweet." Nobara looked at the picture with a genuine smile, until she realized that there were some more scattered on the floor.

The other picture was of the blue-eyed baby on his arms and knees, wrapped in an orange and black bee onesie, complete with little wings, and behind it was written:

Aren't you just the cutest bee?! And what's more, you've started crawling! Aw, papa is so proud! In no time at all, you're going to be as strong as me!

"What are you two doing over there?" Megumi asked, still feeding the baby with the milk bottle. Nobara beckoned him over.

The third photo was of you smiling so prettily while holding your baby, still in his bee suit, and Gojo also in the frame, wrapping his arm around you, clearly the one holding the camera to take the selfie.

Two my most precious treasures ♡ Sweetheart, I love you. And baby too!

Yuji smiled, as he felt warmth spreading in his chest. "Gojo-sensei really treasures his family, huh?"

"He is," Megumi agreed, because he had seen it all throughout his life.

"Well, no wonder..." Nobara giggled. "Any woman showered with this much love would be happy."

And that day, the trio also uncovered another side of their teacher, that his deepest affection was reserved exclusively for his wife and child.

Well, the sentimental feeling didn't last long though...

"This is our chance!" Nobara said in a hushed whisper. "When else are we going to get an extra family discount!?"

Megumi was so ready to burst a blood vessel as he held the baby—given that he had forbidden his two friends to lay a finger on him. "We are meeting Gojo-sensei here, not to—!"

"Hush! Itadori, don't you agree with me?!"

Yuji nudged his cross friend, trying to appease him. "Lighten up, Fushiguro! We can have more meat!"

At the last minute, Gojo suddenly told the three of them to bring his baby and meet him at the shopping center as he didn't want to waste energy to go back to the school. And like broke students Nobara and Yuji were, they decided to use Baby Gojo to snag an extra plate in a yakiniku place.

Megumi's eyes twitched. "This is not making sense at all, they won't believe—!"

"Shut up, you! Waiter~ here! We have a baby! So we're eligible for the family package!"

The judging stare of the waiter was enough to make Megumi combust on the spot, and yet somehow he passed the four of them as family eligible for the extra plate.

It was later, after they had their lunch that Megumi suddenly had an upset stomach and left the baby momentarily in his two friends' care.

And under less-than-watchful eyes...

"Hey, Kugisaki, meat on this side is the juiciest! Try it!"

"Ooh, you're right!"

The baby only blinked at them in wonder as he stayed in his spot. Not for long though... and it didn't help that they forgot his existence after they went to the cashier and headed out.

"Oi, Itadori! Don't forget to split the bill!"

"Oh yeah! Anyway, why is Fushiguro taking so long?"

Megumi got back right afterwards, and he frowned. "You done already? I haven't even gotten my ocha refill—" and it dawned to him when he saw both Yuji and Nobara with empty hands.

"Wait... where's the baby?"

"—! Oh my god!"

And when the three of them rushed back to the yakiniku place and approached their table earlier, Nobara almost screamed at the empty chairs, "He is gone!"

"You left the baby with the kids and told them to come here?!"

You were positively fuming as you scolded your stupid husband in the bustling mall.

"Well, we haven't gotten much time to spend together, just the two of us!" Satoru retorted, his tone sulky as he pouted. "And besides, Megumi is there. I'm sure they'll do just fine~"

You let out a sigh. True enough, being parents are no joke. Aside from stay-at-home dates, the frequency of the two of you going out had dwindled exponentially since having your baby.

"Technically, you are still on the clock though." You threw him a glare. "You're being a very irresponsible teacher."

Satoru smirked. "Heh, spare me. But I'm being a very good teacher to you in our—"

"One more word and I'm locking you out—"

Just as you were about to give him your (empty) threat, the building suddenly boomed with an announcement from the mall's broadcast speaker.

"Attention, shoppers. We've received a report from three teenagers that they've lost a baby. He is seven-month old, wears black shirt, has white hair and blue eyes. He is last seen at Yakiniku Q—"

"Satoru..." your voice trembled, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. The baby described by the speaker was unmistakably your son, and the realization of him being missing sent you spiraling into panic.

"Hey, calm down." Satoru gripped your hand tightly, his voice steady as he faced you. "We're going to find him, alright? I'm here. Don't worry."

And after taking off his glasses, in a matter of seconds, Satoru figured out where he was.

Nobara's eyes welled up with tears, frustrated. "What do I do, Gojo-sensei will fail us now..." she muttered, biting her lip.

"That's what you're worried about?" Megumi replied, turning to her with a clear glare.

"He's going to be fine! He is!" Yuji interjected, trying to reassure his two friends despite his own rising anxiety. "He’s not just any random baby—who knows, maybe he can shoot cursed energy to protect himself!"

Megumi and Nobara leveled their annoyed stares on him and Yuji immediately regretted his attempt to lighten the mood.

"I still think he can't get far from the yakiniku place." Megumi was too panicked to check with the staff earlier and just went with Yuji's suggestion to report it to be announced, but now that he thought about it— "I think we should go back."

And thank goodness the three of them returned for the second time because, this time, they finally saw the baby safely cradled in your arms, with Gojo speaking to the waitresses nearby.

"Oh?! Gojo-sensei is here!"

But as soon as the three of them came into view, Gojo immediately fixed them with his unamused gaze.

"You three..." his voice was lower and it made the three kids shudder. "What did I told you about failing this mission, huh?"

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi were visibly spooked, immediately bowing their heads in unison as they chorused—

"Gojo-sensei, we're so sorry!"

Nobara then pointed an accusing finger at Yuji. "But it was his fault! He kept eating away and didn't even oversee the baby anymore!"

"Wha!?" Yuji glared back at her. "No! You too! You kept eating my meat too!"

"Whatever it is, I'm not a part of this—" Megumi cut in boldly. "My stomach hurt so I had to go for a bit, and they couldn't even keep an eye on him—"

You soothed your squirming son as the first years were throwing blame at each other. Gaping in confusion, you couldn't help but wonder how such a simple task had turned into this incident.

"Tsk." Gojo crossed his arms dramatically, and you knew he was just messing with them, as he suddenly turned to you with a grin.

"Nah, as both a teacher and the victim's mother— sensei~ who do you think is responsible for this? Or should I punish all three of them?"

The three kids before you were quaking in their boots, and you really didn't have time for this right now. Honestly, if if you had to quickly pinpoint the source of this chaos...

You directed your most irked glare at your husband. "You."

“Huh?!”

“You’re the one staging this by threatening their grades, and it results in our baby being missing!”

Now you were bickering with your husband and putting him into his rightful place. Nobara and Yuji gaped, while Megumi heaved a sigh of relief.

"Does this mean... our grades are saved?"

Epilogue

"They said he fell..." You pat your baby's head worriedly as he babbled happily in his crib, your expression darkening into a frown.

You didn't really blame the first years for their lack of experience, but as his mother, the news from the restaurant staff that they had found your son falling from the chair made you extremely uneasy.

Seeing your distress, Satoru’s natural response was to comfort you until you were back to smiles again. He gently tickled his boy's tummy, prompting him to squeal in absolute joy. "Look, he's perfectly fine. You don't need to worry so much, yeah?"

"But it's strange... I'm happy he's fine, but how? Most babies will get hurt or at least be inconsolable after falling. But he was totally okay..."

"Ah, I see." Suddenly he smiled as if he had figured something out. "This is just my guess, but you know my guesses have like... 90% of probability of being correct—"

Satoru shifted his gaze to his son, as now his round, crystal blue eyes that mirrored his blinked back at him with such innocence and trust that even melted his heart.

"Hmm...?"

"He might have activated Infinity by instinct. Heh."

Forever yours…

GOJO SATORU X READER

Part 4. Part 1, 2, & 3 linked

➛ summary: you and Satoru were high school sweethearts although, he’d have described you more as soul mates. When the Jujutsu world became too complicated and the losses outweighed the wins, you ran - leaving Satoru behind. So how come after 10 years he still can’t stop thinking about you? Where were you now? Would he ever see you again?

➛ warnings: cursing, crack, fluff, smut (disclaimer: don’t be silly, wrap your willy), angst

➛ WC: 7.4k

➛A/N: welcome back to part 4! This part took longer than I’d anticipated, so I apologise for that. POV flip flops between shared and reader this time. Y’all are about to hate me halfway through this I’m ngl looool. This was also my first time writing a more in depth smut scene and oh looord. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Last time in forever yours: You head to your bedroom, flopping face down on the bed once you’re there. So much for being just friends.

Both

As the next few weeks go by, neither you or Satoru brings up the almost kiss. However, the flirting and sexual tension increases dramatically. It’s like now that door has been cracked open, neither of you can let it shut again.

On one occasion, Satoru meets you on your lunch break to go get ice cream. He can hear the blood roaring in his ears as he watches you run your tongue all over the ice cream. God, how he wishes that was him right now. The moment a small bit of the sweet treat drips down your chin he lets out an audible groan. “What?” You giggle at him. To which he has to excuse himself for a moment. He’s pretty sure you’re doing this to him on purpose.

On another occasion, Satoru comes over to help your mother move things in the garden. It’s a hot day and he’s in a tight fit tshirt. You watch him display his strength as he moves things around like they weigh nothing. Muscles rippling with each movement. You’re pretty sure you’re drooling as you gawk at him through the window. Before you can even make it seem like you weren’t staring at him, having the most lewd thoughts about how you wish he’d pick you up and throwing you around like that, he catches you watching him. A smirk pulls up on his lips as he winks at you.

The tension is building and building and you aren’t sure how much longer it can go on before it hits a boiling point. Between the longing stares and Satoru’s constant innuendo jokes, someone was bound to snap.

Besides the situation with Satoru, you have been hanging out with Shoko more too. You’ve both dedicated one day a week to a girls day/night. You go for food together, get your nails done, go shopping or just have a movie night.

During one of your movie nights, Shoko brings up the fact you’re living with your parents and asks how it’s going. “I love my parents and all but I’m starting to feel a little smothered” you sigh. Shoko just nods. “They know it’s only temporary though so I know they’ll understand when I move out again” you say, taking a sip of your drink. “Have you looked at any places yet?” Shoko asks. You weren’t even sure where to begin with any of that stuff. It had been a while since you’d had to think about anything like that.

You shake your head. “Not yet. I’m not even sure where to begin. Kenji used to deal with all that stuff” you say, rubbing your temples. “I know a girl who works in that area. Want me to give her a call and ask her if she’s got anything available?” Shoko shrugs. “Really? That would be perfect” you gasp. “Of course girl, I gotchu” she smiles. “And you know I’m always happy to come with if you’re viewing somewhere. Even if I’m not available, I’m sure the blue eyed sex pest would be happy to help” Shoko laughs. “Sex pest?” You snort. “Don’t even deny it. I see the way you look at each other. The sexual tension is suffocating” Shoko forces a shiver like she’s been traumatised by witnessing it. Your face immediately breaks out into a deep blush. Shoko just gives you a knowing smirk. You clear your throat. “So you’ll call that girl for me?” You ask, trying to change the subject. “Yeah, I’ll call her tomorrow” Shoko laughs.

The next day you get a call from Shokos friend while you’re at work. She has 2 apartments available for you to look at. Both in your price range and both matching what you’re looking for. You can’t help the excitement that escapes you as you jump around. “Someone’s happy” Aoi laughs. You giggle. “I just got a call to say there’s some apartments available for me to look at” you clap your hands together. “That great sweetie” Aoi smiles.

About 30 minutes later, Satoru wanders into the cafe. He waves at you with a smile as he takes his seat. You head over to take his order. “Hey Toru” you smile. “The usual?” “Yes please. Oh and Aoi mentioned something about new cakes she made” he grins. “She’s kept two aside for you to try” you laugh. You take his order over to the counter before you return to him. The cafe is quiet so you have a little time to chat with him.

“What’s this I hear about you going apartment hunting?” Satoru asks. “Oh, Shoko asked her friend if she had any apartments available to rent. She called today and she’s got two so I’m going to view them tomorrow” you grin. “That’s great” Satoru smiles. “Want some company while you go look?” He asks. “Yeah, sure” you smile. “Shoko offered to come but she’s working tomorrow” you pout. Every time you pout Satoru has to resist the urge to press his lips to yours to get rid of it. He shakes his head lightly. “I’d be happy to accompany you then. Just let me know a time and a place and I’ll be there.” He nods. “Thanks Toru” you smile.

You

The next day you meet Satoru and Shokos friends outside the first apartment building. “Hi, I’m Emi. We spoke on the phone.” The woman smiles, shaking your hand. “Oh hi” you smile. “I’m Y/N and this is Satoru” you say, gesturing to Satoru. “It’s nice to meet you both.” She nods. “So this apartment is on the fifth floor, great views, two bedrooms. The living room is a little small but the bathroom has just been renovated” she informs you. You nod as she leads you both into the building.

The apartment is cute but it’s missing something you can’t quite put your finger on. You become a little distracted by the way Emi keeps staring at Satoru. The girl looks like she wants the eat him. “So?” Emi begins. “What do you think of this one?” You take one last look around. “It’s nice but I don’t love it” you sigh. You see Satoru wandering around down the hall. Investigating the bedroom size.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Well, we’ve still got one more to look at” she smiles. You aren’t sure if you like this woman or not. Sure, she’s polite but she’s started acting a little different from before. “And what does your boyfriend think?” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. There it is. That’s why she’s acting different. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend” you give her a tight smile. You immediately regret saying that at the way her eyes light up. She just hums her acknowledgment. You can’t help but wonder how mad Shoko would be if you punched her friend. Alas, you decide to keep your cool. Satoru wasn’t yours to stake claim on anyway.

The next apartment was perfect. Everything you’d been looking for. Two good sized bedrooms, a large open plan living room with an updated kitchen, beautiful bathroom. There was even a small balcony beside the living room that could be accessed through a glass sliding door. Satoru is in the living room with Emi as you head down the hallway to take one last look around. It really was everything you wanted.

As you walk back towards the living room you hear the conversation between Emi and Satoru. You stop short of entering, staying hidden behind the wall. “So are you single?” You hear Emi ask, using a sultry voice. “Uh yeah” Satoru responds. “Well I’d love to go out with you some time or we could just hang out at my apartment” she giggles. You hear Satoru take a step back. Was she touching him? You can feel your jealousy and anger beginning to bubble. “O-oh I uh-“ Satoru begins. “Here, take my card. Give me a call some time” she giggles again. It takes everything in you to stay quiet and not mock her giggling.

You decide to make your presence known as you step out from behind the wall. Satoru looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Emi just clears her throat. “So, what do you think?” She asks, giving you that fake smile again. Oh this bitch. “Y-yeah, I love it” you say, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “Oh, wonderful!” She claps her hands. “Then the place is yours. Just come by my office tomorrow and we can get the papers signed and give you the keys”. You can’t help but feel this happy moment is being overshadowed by the rage you feel sitting under the surface.

“I’ll let you have one last look around and then I’ll meet you both downstairs” Emi tells you. You just nod in response. She walks towards the door and you don’t miss the way she winks at Satoru before she exits. You feel your eye twitch. You really don’t like this woman, at all.

“Congrats on the new place” Satoru grins, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Mhm” you nod. “Is uh, is everything ok? You don’t seem too excited?” Satoru asks as his brows furrow. “Everything is fine” you say, giving him a tight lipped smile. You can feel him watching you. You just keep avoiding eye contact. “I’m not interested in her” he finally says, breaking the silence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Satoru” you say bluntly, trying to hide your relief. He just nods slowly as he looks at the floor.

Satoru moves towards the door to leave as you stand there feeling silly for being so childish. You can’t help it though. Seeing another woman so boldly flirt with him in your presence hurts. He stops before he opens the door. “I don’t want her because I have someone else on my mind. Someone who keeps constantly consuming all my thoughts. Day after day” he smiles. Was he talking about you? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions. To drive his point home, he takes her card out of his pocket and crumples it before putting it in the bin. He gives you one last soft smile before he exits. You let out a sigh once you’re left alone. At least you got a new apartment out of this.

A couple of days later you have your keys to your new place. Having to see Emi again was the only downside. When you went to her office it was like she couldn’t stop herself from asking more about Satoru, even when you made it perfectly obvious how uncomfortable it was making you. It took everything in you not to slap her before you left. Shoko apologised for the situation but also couldn’t stop laughing when you started ranting about wanting to fight Emi.

You broke it to your parents about moving out. As sad as they were about you leaving, they were happy you were happy and excited to see your new place. You managed to organise with Aoi to get a few days off to move. Of course Satoru and Shoko had offered to help with the move.

Things with Satoru had been a little awkward after that day in the apartment but things soon went back to normal. Or as normal as things could be between the two of you.

You had organised a moving van to help move all of your things over to your new apartment. Satoru was going to meet you there to help you begin unpacking. Shoko was working until later but said she’d be there when she finished.

A few hours later, everything was in your new place as Satoru helped you get things unpacked. Your new sofa had arrived the same day so you at least had some furniture. Your dining table was coming in the next few days, as well as your new bed frame. So sleeping on a mattress on the floor was the go to for the next few days.

You were standing in the living room as Satoru helped you unpack photo frames and books. He’d been teasing you about the interaction between him, Emi and yourself. The man seemed to get a kick out of knowing you’d gotten jealous, even though you denied that’s what had happened.

“Just admit you got jealous because you want me so bad and I’ll let it go” he shrugs. “I don’t ‘want’ you Satoru” you roll your eyes. A complete lie but you were not admitting it. “And I was not jealous!” you stomp your foot. Yes, you may as well have turned bright green from jealousy that day but you were not about to stroke his ego by admitting it.

“You want me and my naked body, admit it” he grins. “Whatever you wanna tell yourself Toru” you say dismissively. This man was determined to get an admission. “Pfft. Don’t act like you don’t think about me naked” he teases. “I do not think about you naked!” you say, your voice coming out louder and more uneven than you planned.

“Hm, I think the lady doth protest too much” Satoru grins. “Really? Cause I think the man doth have a gigantic ego” you give him a fake smile back. “A big ego and an even bigger di-“ he starts before you cut him off. “Aaalright, that’s enough out of you” you say, clapping your hands together.

He really was a child in a man’s body. “Aw, is it starting to get too much for you?” Satoru pouts teasingly. “Relax, you man child. Are you forgetting I’ve seen you naked before? I know what it looks like” you scoff. “No. You know what 18 year old me looks like naked. Not grown man me” he smirks. He’s right, you guess. God, you bet he’s all lean muscle and toned, perfect, milky skin under those clothes. You got a peek at his abs earlier and almost passed out. Satorus smirk grows into a grin like he can read your mind. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” “N-no! Not at all!” you squeal, cheeks turning red.

Satoru hums. “I think about you naked too, if that makes you feel better” he shrugs. “That doesn’t make me feel better. That just lets me know you’re a pervert” you deadpan. “It’s not perverted” he laughs. “Can’t help thinking about something I saw thousands of times”. You can feel your blush quickly returning.

You quickly clear your throat. “Like you said, that’s 18 year old me. Not grown me”. “True. Very true” Satoru nods as you turn to pick up another box. “I bet grown you looks even better naked”. You whip back around to him, jaw slacked. “Y-you y-you” you stutter. “Me? Me?” He says back, with a smug grin. He loved seeing you flustered. “Y-you can’t j-just say things like t-that” you stutter. “Why not?” He shrugs. “B-b-because”. “Becauuuuuuuuse?” You don’t even have an answer for him. It’s like your brain is short circuiting.

He starts walking towards you slowly. Waiting for an answer. You start to walk backwards, trying to escape the man slowly stalking towards you. You can see a mischievous glint in his eye as he approaches you, that look was dangerous and you knew it. Your back hits the counter and you have nowhere else to run. He’s soon looming over you, arms caging you in. “S-Satoru” you gasp. He just hums as he leans in to tuck your hair behind your ears. Goosebumps immediately spread across your skin from his touch. You were so sick of his touch always having such an effect on you.

He leans down, running his nose along your neck. “You always smell so fucking good” he rasps. You can only whimper in response, closing your eyes. You can feel your heart rate picking up and your breathing increasing. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. “I-i” you stutter, looking into his eyes. “Words baby” he smiles softly. His eyes searching yours for an answer. “I can’t” you whisper. “Can’t what?” He asks, gently nudging his nose against yours. “I c-can’t tell you I don’t w-want you” you whisper, closing your eyes again.

That makes Satoru snap. Before you can react his lips are on yours, hands cupping your face. He groans into the kiss as you whimper back to him. You’re gripping his shirt in your hands, trying to get him closer. The kiss quickly turns into open mouths before he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth. There’s a battle for dominance, your tongues wrestling to take control before Satoru quickly wins.

He quickly pulls away, pulling a whimper of protest from you before you feel his hands gripping your ass. He lifts you to sit on the counter before stepping in between your legs. You use your grip on his tshirt to slide yourself closer to him. He dives back in to kiss you again, tongue rolling sensually against yours. You slide your hands up his neck to lightly scratch at his undercut. He groans in response and you can hear it rumble in his chest as his grip on your ass tightens.

He slides his hands over your hips and under your shirt, stroking your soft skin. Your hands return to his tshirt and start pulling it up. “O-off Toru. Take it off” you mumble against his lips. He steps back to grab his tshirt from the back and pull it over his head before he throws it somewhere behind him and steps back into you.

Before he can kiss you again you’re running your hands down his chest, then his abs, stopping at the top of his sweatpants. God, you could admire him forever. The man’s carved like a Greek god. Satoru just watches you in awe, chest heaving. You can see his very obvious bulge, twitching at your touch. He takes your hand and kisses the palm before he places it on the back of his neck.

He moves to start kissing and sucking on your neck. You tip your head back to allow him more access, as you use the other hand to pull his hips closer. He starts to roll his hips into you. Grinding that hard bulge against your core while nipping at your neck with a groan. “F-fuck” he moans against your neck. You can only whimper in response as the feeling of him grinding against you has you dripping in seconds. Your body can’t help but respond to him. He moves to start undoing you shirt. Trembling hands struggling to pop buttons. He has your buttons half undone when-

BUZZ! The sound of the doorbell ripping you both from the moment. Shit-shit-shit! You forgot Shoko was coming over to help you unpack. You feel Satorus head slump against your shoulder with a frustrated groan. You let out a quiet “sorry” as he steps back.

He helps you hop off the counter. You try to quickly button up your shirt as Satoru looks for his tshirt. You look back to check he’s decent before you open the door. He’s keeping his lower half behind the counter and out of sight. Wonder why. “Hey girl! What’s going on-“ Shoko stops as she walks into your apartment, sensing the tension. “Oh. Am I uh, interrupting something here?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, looking between the two of you. “Nope, not at all” you smile. Shoko just nods suspiciously.

She turns to take her shoes off as Satoru announces he needs the bathroom, disappearing down the hall. You move to lean against the kitchen counter. The same one Satoru just had you sitting on while he was- nope! Can’t let your mind go there.

Shoko moves to stand opposite you. Looking you up and down. “Be honest with me right now. Did I interrupt something between the two of you?” You can’t admit to her that there was a good chance Satoru was about to fuck you on the counter top you’re currently leaning against. “N-no not at all” you say with the most convincing smile you can muster. Shoko hums. “If you’re gonna lie to me, at least make sure your shirt is buttoned right. It’s more convincing” she shrugs, trying to suppress the laughter escaping her. You quickly look down at your shirt. 3 buttons all mixed up and in the wrong place. “God dammit” you groan as Shoko erupts into laughter. You quickly fix your buttons while glaring at Shoko as she’s doubled over in laughter.

Both

A few moments later, Satoru walks back in the room. He needed a second to collect himself after what happened. Why did the whole world seem to be out with the mission to give him blue balls? “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the sex pest” Shoko laughs as she wipes tears from her eyes. “Sex pest?” Satoru asks with a raised eyebrow. He’s decided he’s gonna play dumb, deny everything. “Don’t play dumb with me Satoru. Your partner in crime here couldn’t even button her shirt properly” Shoko says amused as she thumbs towards you. You feel your face heat up as you avoid looking at Satoru. Satoru needs to look away from you because when you get all cute and flustered, it just makes him want to kiss you even more.

Satoru just scoffs as he moves back towards the boxes he was unpacking before. You and Shoko walk over to resume unpacking boxes too. The tension in the air is thick. You’re both aware of what would’ve probably happened if you hadn’t been interrupted.

You can feel Shokos eyes on the both of you as you actively avoid each others glances. “So, before I touch anything in this apartment, did you guys actually fuck on anything? Cause I need to you to sanitise it like right now if you did” she says, grimacing before smirking. “Shoko!” You squeak, face turning red. You weren’t sure if she was trying to break the awkwardness or add too it at this point.

Satoru clears his throat. “No we didn’t. Because someone decided to be a cockblock” he gives her a fake smile. “Great” she grins. “Anytime I can ruin the chances of Satoru getting his little man near anyone is a great day for humanity” Shoko says, flipping him off. Satoru throws a pillow at Shokos head, only just missing her. “Nothing little about my man, thank you very much” he says, sticking out his tongue at her. Shoko just gags in response. Watching Shoko and Satoru squabble was like watching a brother and sister argument. They both got so childish when it happened. However, it did erase some of the awkwardness left in the air.

You

A few hours later, majority of the unpacking was done besides some things you had to do in the bedroom. It was getting late by now so you’d ordered takeout for you and your little helpers. You and Shoko were sitting on the sofa as Satoru sat on the floor. You all ate in peaceful silence.

As you take the plates to the kitchen you hear feet softly padding behind you. You turn to see Satoru carrying the glasses to put in the sink. “Thanks” you say softly as he smiles at you. Satoru heads down the hallways to the bathroom. You begin to run water into the sink to rinse the dishes. “Listen, I gotta take off. I’m up early tomorrow for work” Shoko announces as she yawns. “Oh ok” you say. You felt nerves creep back at being left alone with Satoru after what happened earlier in the day.

Shoko puts her shoes on before you walk over to say goodbye. She wraps you in a tight hug. “The new place is beautiful Y/N. I’m so happy for you” she whispers. You squeeze her tighter. “Thanks Shoko”. You both pull back and Shoko reaches to open the door. “Oh, tell the sex pest I said goodbye” she grins. “Please stop calling him a sex pest” you laugh. “Ok. Coitus nuisance then” she shrugs. “That’s not any better” you giggle. “Listen, that’s the best I can do” she shrugs again. “I’ll see you later” you laugh as she opens the door. “Yeah. I’ll see you later.” She says, halfway out the door. “Oh-“ she starts. “If you two are gonna bang then please use protection” she smirks. “Bye Shoko” you say, pushing her out the door. “Love you too” she calls, as the door shuts.

You move back over to the kitchen, still laughing lightly at Shokos antics. You start washing the dishes and don’t hear Satoru come back in. “Where’d Shoko go?” He asks looking around. The sound of his voice making you jump slightly. “Oh, she had to leave. She starts early tomorrow” you tell him. He just nods. “You want help with the dishes?” Satoru asks. “Sure” you nod. You finish washing the dishes in silence. The air is filled with sexual tension that only seems to keep increasing.

When the dishes are finished and put away again, you catch Satoru observing you intently. “What?” You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious. “No, n-nothing” he says quietly. After a few more awkward moments, Satoru offers to take off too. “Oh ok, yeah” you say, kind of disappointed. He puts his shoes on as he stands by the open door. “So, I’ll see you later?” He asks. “Y-yeah. Sure” you smile softly.

Both

The sexual tension is so high it feels like it’s choking both of you. You stand there, staring into each others eyes before Satoru sighs. “Fuck it”. His lips crash into yours. The kiss is desperate and passionate as he shoves the door shut with his foot. You groan into each others mouths. His hands cupping your face yet again as he walks you backwards towards your bedroom.

Satoru starts unbuttoning your shirt as you pull at his. Your clothes litter the hallway as you stumble blindly together, too desperate for the other to separate for even a second.

You finally reach the bedroom and Satoru grabs under your thighs to hoist you up. You feel him begin to kneel as he gently lays you on the mattress, climbing on top of you. Your tongue is rolling against his as you feel his hands slide up your sides. “You don’t have anyone else scheduled to come over right? No more knocks on the door or parents coming home?” He mumbles against your lips. If anyone interrupts this time he thinks he might combust. “No” you laugh into the kiss. “Thank god” he sighs.

He starts kissing along your jaw, then your neck, then your collar bones and finally the tops of your boobs. You can’t help but moan at the feel of his lips. Satoru gazes up to see you watching his every movement, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked as beautiful as you do right now. Eyes glazed over in lust, lips swollen and pink from his kisses. He could watch you like this forever.

His hand reaches up with the intention to pull the cup of your bra down before he looks at you for permission. You quickly nod at him. He pulls the cup down, letting out a groan at the sight of your pretty perked nipple. “Oh god” he sighs before running his tongue over it. You let out a gasp at the feel of his tongue. “F-f-ffuck” you moan as you feel his mouth envelop your nipple, your hands moving to his hair. “F-feels g-good Toru.” Satoru let’s out a grunt, mouth still on your nipple as he moves to pull the other cup down too.

He leans back to observe them. “Such pretty titties baby” he rasps. “Even better than I remember.” He moves over to suck the other nipple as his hand teases and pinches the one he just had in his mouth. You gasp for air, arching to meet his mouth as he sucks and licks. The feeling shooting straight to your pussy making her soak your panties even more. Your hands are in his hair as he devours your tits, leaving them both covered in spit and small marks. God, Satoru had missed this. He used to lie there and drive you insane for hours just sucking, licking and biting until you were a wet mess.

After a few minutes he gets sick of your bra limiting his movements. “Need this fucking bra off” he growls. He moves swiftly to unclip your bra and throw it somewhere behind him. You grab his face, pulling him up to you as your lips meet in another heated kiss. A small string of spit connecting your lips as he pulls back. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of having you under me again” he groans. “Me too” you smile up at him before he leans back in to connect your lips.

You feel his hand slide down your stomach before its slips under your leggings and over your panties. His middle finger slides between the seam of your lips, feeling the way you drip for him as he growls. “So fucking wet. All for me baby?” You just nod dumbly. Eyes rolling back as his finger circles your clit through your underwear. This man had never lost his ability to make you dumb wet. Your hand reaches to grip his forearm as you whimper into his mouth. You feel his finger slip under your panties and down towards your enterance as you let out an embarrassingly loud mewl.

“Look at you. So fucking needy for me. Isn’t that right pretty girl?” he smirks. “Y-yes Toru. N-need you s-so s-sooo bad” you moan. “Fuck. Let me take these off. I need to see this pretty pussy again” he says, removing his hand and moving to take of your leggings. You let out a sound of protest as he laughs.

He quickly pulls off your leggings and panties. You bring your knees together, hiding yourself from him. He takes off his sweats while he’s at it, leaving him in only his underwear. A wet patch where his head rested. Clearly he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. You’d forgotten how big he was, not only that, he looks like he got even bigger. Shit. The sight making your mouth water while also creating a little fear. How were you supposed to take him again? “You ok baby?” He asks quietly. You just nod slowly.

He brings his hands to your knees before kissing each one gently. “Don’t hide from me baby. Let me see that pretty pussy” he says softly. You slowly drop your knees and open up to him. “Oh fuck. Look at you” he sighs. He moves to lie down on his stomach. Strong arms encase your thighs as he scoots you closer to him. You can feel his breath fan over you as your hole clenches around nothing. Desperate for some type of relief.

He looks up at you through hooded eyes. “Look at that pussy. She’s dripping. Making such a mess.” He presses a gentle kiss to your clit that makes your whole body jump. “Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he whispers before he leans in and licks a stripe from bottom to top. He lets out a groan as his eyes roll back. “Still as sweet as ever too” You push up on your elbows to watch him. “T-Toru” you whimper. “M-more p-please”. You can feel tears starting to prickle your eyes. “Shhh baby shhh. I’ve got you” he says before he dives in.

You let out a breathless moan and your body goes limp against the bed as he runs his tongue all over your pussy. You can feel Satoru moaning and whimpering into your pussy as he devours you. “Oh f-fuck” you cry, hands gripping his hair. He’s being so fucking sloppy. You don’t know if all the fluids are coming from you or him. The moment he sucks on your clit you feel your body try to curl in on itself. “T-Toru t-Toru don’t s-stop” you moan, hands almost ripping the hair out of his head from the grip you have on it. Satoru just growls as he pushes his face even deeper. He pulls back to spit on your pussy once, twice then dives right back in.

When you feel one of his long, slender fingers push into your entrance you feel like you might pass out. “S-so fucking t-tight” he mumbles against you as he feels you clench around his finger. He introduces a second one before he curls them both in a come hither motion. Your body feels like it forgets how to breathe as he perfectly abuses your gspot. “Found it” he smiles against you. You have a death grip on the sheets below you as you feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. It was coming in fast and hard.

“Oh g-god. I’m g-gonna c-cum T-Toru” you moan. “S’good its s-s’good. F-fuck”. You can feel the tears rolling down your cheeks at the intensity. “Cum for me” Satoru mumbles against your pussy. And like he’s in complete control, she obeys immediately. “I-I’m c-cumming fuck I-I’m cu-“ you get cut of by a scream as your whole body spasms. Satoru lets you ride it out as you grind all over his mouth before your body finally settles and your legs twitch in aftershocks.

He kisses the inside of your thighs as he mumbles praises about how good you did for him. Satoru can feel himself leaking into his underwear. Watching you cum that hard was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. His cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt.

He sits up on his knees as he grips his length through his underwear. Trying to give himself a moment of relief.

Your eyes finally flicker open and you let out a breath. Satoru had always been good at eating pussy before, but that was a whole other level. You watch Satoru at the end of the bed, face glistening with your release and stroking his length through his boxers. Pupils blown as he looks at you like he’s going to eat you up.

You sit up and crawl towards him. You curl your fingers around the band of his boxers as you pull them down. His dick springs up and hits his stomach. Precum dribbling down his length that makes your mouth water.

You wrap your hand around him and begin to stroke him as he groans. Satoru feels like he could bust any second. He brings a hand down to rest on your head as you stare up at him. “Y-your hand feels s’ f-fucking good” he moans. You use his precum to wet him from base to tip. You stare up at him with big, wide eyes. “Your cock’s s’pretty Toru. Can I have a taste?” You ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Satoru let’s out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as you continue stroking him. You were gonna make him lose his mind. “Y-your f-fucking ugh e-evil” he moans. “Pretty please toru” you whimper at him, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. His jaw goes slack and his brows furrow as he nods.

You slowly run you tongue from his balls to his leaking tip. You can’t help the moan that escapes you at the taste of him on your tongue. “F-fuck” Satoru let’s out a shuddering breath. His eyes are glued to your movements. You take his head into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you suck on him. “S-shit baby. That p-pretty mouth is s-so fucking w-warm and w-wet” he whispers.

You look up at him, holding eye contact, as you take his whole length into your mouth. Satoru’s head falls back between his shoulder blades with a deep moan as you work on swallowing him. You start bobbing your head along his length as drool runs down your chin. Satoru feels like he might pass out from how good your mouth feels. Your tight little throats gripping him just right. He brings his hand to your hair as you moan around him. The room is filled with the sound of your wet mouth and you gagging when he hits deep in your throat.

Satoru can feels his orgasm creeping up on him. If he doesn’t stop now he’s gonna cum. “S-stop baby. Stop” he groans. You ignore his protests as you keep bobbing your head, moaning at how much you love the feel of him in your mouth. Satoru eventually has to use your hair to pull you off. Gripping the base of his cock to try and stave off his orgasm. You let out a whimper of protest. “Was gonna c-cum if you didn’t stop” he explains. “So?” You whine, staring up at him with big eyes and a spit covered chin. “I wanted you to cum in my mouth” you pout.

Satoru growls as he has to grip his base again. He was embarrassingly close from your words. How can a woman who looks so much like an angel suddenly turn into the devil. Destined to make him cum prematurely.

Satoru grips you by the throat as he pulls you to his lips. The kiss is messy, full of teeth, tongue and spit. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You both collapse back onto the bed. Satoru glides his length through your wetness, catching on your clit every time he rolls his hips forwards. He has you a whimpering, wet, mess in seconds. “P-please Toru” You cry. “Please what pretty girl?” He asks, playing dumb as he feels you clench every time he passes over your entrance. “F-fuck me Satoru. P-please” you beg. Satoru just growls as he lines himself up with your entrance.

Satoru chokes on a moan as he pushes his tip into you. Your pussy immediately gripping him like she would never let go. He starts with short, shallow thrusts. Trying to get you used of him again. “O-oh s’big” you moan as your eyes roll back into your skull, the stretch causing a slight sting. He’s only half way in and already feels like he’s in your stomach. “So f-fuckin’ tight” Satoru growls. He felt like he was losing his sanity. Your pussy so warm he felt like his cock was going to melt. When he finally bottoms out you both let out a deep moan. Satoru’s waited 10 years for this. 10 years to be this close to you again.

He brings one hand to your face as he kisses you deeply. “I’ve missed you” he mumbles against your lips. “I’ve missed you too” you mumble back.

Satoru starts rolling his hips into you with slow, deep strokes. “Oh g-god” you gasp, nails digging into his back. Satoru groans at the pain. “Feels good baby?” He asks. “S-so good. So d-deep” you whimper. The room is filled with the sound of you wet cunt squelching every time Satoru bottoms out again.

After a few moments you need more. “H-harder Toru” you moan. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” he says, concern flashing in his eyes. “I’m s-sure Toru. M-more. H-harder” you plead.

Satoru readjusts so your legs are folded up by your chest and your ankles are on his shoulders. Then he starts pounding into you. “F-fuck” you scream, eyes rolling back. “B-better sweet girl?” Satoru grunts. “Y-yes! F-fuck yes” you moan. Your eyes begin to tear up at the sheer intensity of Satoru hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. Your cervix was for sure going to be bruised after this. “You cryin’?” He smirks. You can’t even give him a proper response, you are just mumbling nonsense back to him.

“Is this what my pretty girl needed? To be fucked dumb?” He asks as his pounding increases. You can hear the sound of your pussy growing wetter with each thrust. “Y-yes” you squeal, nodding like a bobble head. “Pussy’s so fucking wet” Satoru growls. He can feel you grip him every time he talks to you.

Satoru fucks you into a mumbling, crying mess. He can feel his orgasm creeping up his spine. He’s been trying to hold off but doesn’t know how much longer he can. He’s not cumming without seeing you cum again first. He moves his hand to start rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. You let out a pathetic mewl at the added stimulation. “T-too m-much Toru t-too-“ you cry. “N-need you to ugh c-cum for m-me p-pretty girl” he moans.

It’s feels like his dick is in your lung and with the added stimulation of him rubbing your clit, not to mention how hard he’s pounding into you - your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

You cum screaming. “T-thaaaat’s it. G-good girl” he groans. You can see speckles of black in your eyesight as your orgasm rakes through your body. You’re gasping for air as you come down.

Satorus thrust start to get sloppy. He can hear you crying out for him. Your hands on his face make him focus down on you. “C-cum for me T-Toru” you moan. Satoru can only whimper in response. “N-need to p-pull out” he moans. “Where d-do you w-want it?” He’s running out of time. He needs you to make this decision - fast.

He feels your legs move to wrap around his waist. “I-inside. C-cum inside me Toru p-please. W-wan’ it so b-bad!” You cry. That sends Satoru over the edge. He stills as he cums deep inside you, painting those pretty pink gummy walls white. His body twitching as he releases. “F-fuck” he moans into the crook of your neck.

You lay there together, both catching your breath. After a few moments, Satoru groans as he pulls out of you, his release trailing after him. You can’t help but feel empty without him inside you.

He pulls you into his chest as he strokes your hair. For the next few minutes you lie in comfortable silence. “Told you you were never left unsatisfied when it was us” he finally speaks. You gently slap his chest as you both laugh.

You turn to look at him. White strands of hair still stuck to his sweaty face. You push them out of the way as you lean up to kiss him. He sighs into the kiss before you pull back. “Forever?” You whisper, looking into his eyes. “Forever.” He whispers back with a smile.

You

The next morning the sun shining through your window wakes you. You go to move before you realise there’s two strong arms wrapped around you. You turn in Satorus arms to face him. You admire his sleeping face. He looks so peaceful like this.

You gently stroke his face. Trying not to wake him. It doesn’t last long before an azure eye pops open with a sleepy smile. “G’morning” he says, rough morning voice coming out. “Morning” you smile back at him. He pulls you closer to kiss you gently. You both can’t stop smiling into the kiss.

“Time is is?” He asks as he stretches. You turn to check your phone. “It’s 6:30” you sigh. “Fuck. I gotta go get ready. I’m teaching classes today” he sighs. You run your nails along his back, tickling him gently. Satoru lets out a satisfied purr at the feeling.

You both eventually get up, as much as you’d rather have stayed in bed all day with him, you had work today too. You move into the kitchen as you wait for Satoru to get dressed. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Memories of last night coming back to you.

Satoru appears in the kitchen and stops for a moment to kiss you deeply. He pulls away and moves over to the door to put his shoes on. He sighs as he stands to full height. He reaches out to pull you closer. “I’ll see you later, ok?” He says, kissing your forehead. “Ok” you say, smiling up at him. You don’t think you’ve stopped smiling since you woke up next to him.

Satoru leaves as you move into the kitchen to make some coffee. A few moments later you hear a knock at the door. Satoru must have forgotten something. You rush over to the door, grin returning to your face. “Did you forget somethi-“ “Hi Y/N.” You can feel the colour drain from your face and your stomach drop. “K-kenji? What the fuck are you doing here?”

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Touching

Feeling another human’s touch.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

caressing the other’s cheek

gripping thigh

holding the other’s jaw

touching cheek to cheek

tracing the lines on the other’s hand

Hand-holding|Hugs|Kisses

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