How Would The Second Years React To Baby Gojo?

APT. Gojo's version

“i’ve got the ice cream!” gojo announces as he steps into the apartment.

despite the urgency conveyed over his call with you, not a soul appears to greet him like the hero that he is. instead, he’s greeted by the perked ears and alert looks of four shikigami wolves lounging under the sun rays stretched across the kitchen floor.

he carefully steps over them to grab four spoons. “where are your summoners?”

your dogs tilt their heads, pretending not to understand him. megumi’s puppies don’t even bother with pretending, turning around and setting their fluffy bottoms down with a huff.

“useless animals,” he scoffs, venturing into the apartment to look for everyone. 

he eventually finds the three of you in the bedroom, you and tsumiki cuddling in bed watching some chick-flick while megumi reads in the armchair. 

“finally,” you grin when you see him, pausing the film to take the bag and spoons from his hands. “thank you.”

“what’s going on here?” he asks as you distribute ice cream pints and spoons. 

“tsumiki didn’t say “i love you” back to her boyfriend,” megumi quips, his sister throwing a pillow and a glare in his direction. 

gojo looks at you, brows furrowed, but you only send him a pleading look.

“well,” he starts, sitting on the edge of the bed. “love is a big emotion, kid. it can take a long time to develop, or sometimes you just know like that,” he says, snapping his fingers. 

“how long did it take you two to say it?” 

this time when he looks at you, you look away. you hate how much he loves this story. 

he can’t help the giddy feeling fluttering in his chest. 

“you tell her,” you mutter.

“why? you were the one who said it first. it also led to our first kiss remember?”

“and as i recall, you didn’t say you loved me back right away.” 

ah, you never fail to remind him. 

“i didn’t get the chance. you just started kissing me and tearing my clothes off. then you immediately dragged me into bed and had your way with me,” he recalls, sighing dreamily as megumi covers his ears.

“i did not kiss you first,” you argue, like you always do. “i don’t kiss on first dates!”

“you did that night.”

“no, i said that i loved you, and then you kissed me.” 

he looks at you for a moment. really looks at you. he supposes that first kiss had been over nearly ten years ago, he couldn’t really fault you for forgetting. he didn’t even remember what he’d had for breakfast this morning. 

“alright, you win,” he relents, shuffling up the bed to sit against the headboard, pulling you into his chest and kissing your temple. 

_____

his first date with you ends up being five years after he meets you. 

by then, he’d already known he loved you. hell, some deep, subconscious part of him had known since he was seventeen years old.

so, two years after he’d made a deal with your father, he asked you on a date. 

the date goes well. a nice dinner at a nice restaurant in roppongi, followed by a movie in the apartment you’d eventually move into. he’d successfully put his arm around you and leaned in to tell jokes that’d made you laugh.  

being with you has always been easy, even back then. there’s no awkwardness on your first date, just the blossoming feeling of something exciting and new growing between you.

(because you were in love with him too.)

“i should head home,” you sigh around 11pm, moving to lift your head from where it’s been laying against his shoulder. “i have lesson plans to prep for next week.”

“don’t go,” he’s quick to insist. “stay. i have two spare rooms. i already have one set up for you.”

you look at him for a moment, like you’re seeing him for the first time. “you do?”

“i wasn’t going to make you go home by yourself in the middle of the night,” he shrugs, averting his gaze and feeling shy all of a sudden. 

“i don’t have any clothes—”

“just wear something of mine.”

that was mistake number one, because when you’d come out of the bathroom wearing one of his shirts, he’s still pretty sure he’d blacked out for a second.

mistake number two was staying up late, chatting. this wasn’t uncommon for the two of you, but for some reason that night had felt…intimate. you’d had your legs in his lap, illuminated by the faint glow of the television as you chatted. 

mistake number three was helping you walk to the spare room, an arm looped around your sleepy figure as you leaned into him.

he still remembers the way his heart had been thumping loudly in his chest as you gazed up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “goodnight,” you murmured. “i love you.”

he’d stood there, blinking uselessly as he watched realization pass over your face. “satoru…”

he says your name back, suddenly terrified. he remembers how the fear seized his heart, because all at once, you’d become someone he could lose. he has a history of people leaving. whether it was by choice or not, it always hurt. he wants you so badly, but he also knows that losing you would break him. 

it must be written all over his face, these unsaid fears and hesitations that were plaguing his mind. that was when you’d stepped forward and gently cupped the sides of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. 

______

“sometimes you just know when you love someone,” you tell tsumiki, brushing some stray hairs from her face. “i don’t really know how to explain it.”

“it’s just a feeling,” gojo agrees, still looking at you. “a pretty great one, that leads to even greater things of you give it a chance.”

then and now — gojo satoru

synopsis. only satoru gojo would be jealous of himself.

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, mentions of pregnancy, time travel inaccuracies probably, not proofread :x

you’re not quite sure how you ended up here.

one minute, you were curled up in bed, fighting a wave of nausea courtesy of the growing child of the strongest inside of you. the next, you were wandering toward the kitchen, wondering what was taking your husband so long to bring you the damn breakfast he promised — only to find him standing rigid in front of the stove, staring down…

himself.

you blink.

twice.

“satoru, what’s taking so long—”

your voice dies in your throat the second your eyes land on him. no — not him, but a younger, wide-eyed, hopelessly awe-struck version of him. standing in your kitchen, mouth parted, face pale, and gaze locked entirely on you.

you freeze.

he stares.

you stare back.

and then—oh no—he starts to smile. bright. dopey. disbelieving. there might actually be drool.

the younger gojo looks at you like you’re made of stars and everything he’s ever wanted in life, and you’re only in your husband’s oversized tee shirt. 

he looks like he’s about to fall in love with you on the spot.

then comes your gojo.

he appears behind you like summoned by jealousy itself, pressing flush against your back, arms encircling you. his chin hooks over your shoulder as he narrows his eyes at his teenage self with all the warning.

“oi,” your husband growls low, “eyes off my wife, you brat.”

the trance breaks instantly.

“what the hell—she’s my wife too!” younger gojo snaps, voice cracking in disbelief.

“like hell she is,” your husband shoots back, his hand sliding possessively down to cradle the swell of your belly. “i put a baby in her.”

you choke on air.

teen gojo’s eyes drop down—

—and bug out.the younger gojo is practically gaping, his eyes wide in disbelief, as he stares between you and your husband. "y-you let this man impregnate you?!" he blurts out, the crudeness making you flush with heat.

you feel the immediate rush of embarrassment. “i—how— satoru, explain.”

both of them whip their heads around at the mention of his name, as if they were no more than dogs waiting for a command.

your husband rubs your back, “i guess my younger self must have managed to travel to the future.”

you’re gaping at the two men.

the younger version of him is practically wagging his tail, a wide grin tugging at his lips like he’s just won first place in something that actually mattered. he looks completely lost in his own world to understand his future self’s subtle jab, and you could swear you hear him whispering under his breath, breathless and giddy—“i did it, i did it, i did it.”

“ah,” you slowly try to rationalize. “satoru, i know this might seem strange, but—”

“no, no,” your husband cuts you off with a tight squeeze around your waist, leaning slightly into you. “i’m satoru. he’s just gojo.” his tone makes it clear who he thinks should have the honor of the name, but his attention never leaves his younger self, and the muscles in his jaw are flexing.

the younger gojo squints, confused, then his face contorts with a mix of irritation and amusement. “since when did i become so uptight?”

your husband snorts. "yeah, well, you have a lot of growing up to do."

the younger gojo mutters, crossing his arms and leaning back, his posture almost defensive. "i get it. you put on the blindfold and suddenly you're mr. 'i've got it all figured out.'"

the tension in the room thickens, palpable between the two men.

"yeah," the older gojo retorts, voice steady but tinged with a bit of pride. "and i also got the girl of my dreams."

the younger gojo’s eyes narrow, his voice rising, "she’s my dream girl too!"

the older gojo shifts, locking his gaze on his younger self. his expression hardens, becoming a little sharper. "she’s my wife. not yours."

you sigh, exasperated, stepping between them. “oh, for heaven’s sake. you’re both the same person. you’re arguing with yourself.”

younger gojo leans forward slightly, eyes fixed on you. “i could love you just as much as he does, you know.”

your husband scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “please. you don’t even know what to do with her yet.”

“try me.”

“enough!” you snap, your glare cutting through the air like a blade. there’s no mistaking the warning in your eyes, a silent promise that things are about to escalate if they don’t stop.

both satorus fall silent in an instant as they both straighten at your words.

“me and the baby are starving,” you declare, your tone laced with a hint of challenge. “and if neither of you plans on helping, i guess i’ll have to do it myself.”

the younger satoru’s eyes flicker to your growing belly, then back to you.

in an instant, they’re both at your side, moving in synchrony like two halves of a whole, each hand hovering near you, as if they could protect you from something, but you know the truth. it’s not about protection. it’s about proximity—about the excuse to touch you.

“you know,” the younger satoru murmurs, a playful glint in his eyes, “you’re even more beautiful now. who would've thought you could get hotter?”

your breath catches at the unexpected compliment, and before you can stop it, your cheeks flush, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the heat of the room. “t-thank you,” you mutter, not quite looking at him, trying to hide the effect his words have on you.

your husband, who’s been standing just behind you, makes no attempt to hide his irritation. his gaze sharpens, but his voice remains smooth, controlled—too controlled. “it’s no surprise, of course,” he says, his hand sliding around your waist in a possessive gesture, pulling you a little closer, a subtle but undeniable claim. “you’ve always been breathtaking. she’s glowing, don’t you think?”

you feel his lips brush against your temple as he says it, and though his words are directed at the younger satoru, they’re meant for you—just the two of you, wrapped in this small, intimate moment. his grip tightens ever so slightly, a silent declaration of ownership that you can feel in your bones.

“thank you, dear,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, but there’s a flicker in your chest that betrays you—something more than just appreciation for the compliment.

as you open the fridge, you don’t notice the younger gojo’s subtle frown at the pet name, nor the way your husband’s chest puffs just a little, satisfaction practically radiating off him. but you do feel it. the electricity. the unspoken challenge. and you can’t help but wonder which of them will break first.

the clink of chopsticks and the sound of your satisfied hums fill the room as the three of you eat breakfast, the tension at the table simmering beneath the surface. the younger gojo eyes the older version of himself from across the table, suspicion flickering behind his sharp gaze.

he sets his bowl down slowly.

“so tell me,” he says finally, chopsticks tapping against ceramic. “how’d you do it?”

the older gojo raises a brow. “do what?”

younger gojo tilts his head pointedly in your direction. “get her. my [name] doesn’t want to do anything with me.”

your husband doesn’t miss a beat. he smirks, annoyingly smug, and drapes his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like a trophy. “i charmed the living daylights out of her. obviously.”

you give him a flat look. 

your husband ignores you. “she thought i was endearing.”

“i thought you were desperate,” you add with a sly smile.

he turns toward you, hand over his heart like he’s been shot. “desperation? is that what we’re calling devotion now?”

“you were on both knees when you proposed,” you point out, smug.

“i really wanted you to say yes,” he mutters, now clearly sulking. he stabs at his food like it personally offended him.

across the table, the younger gojo leans in, chin propped in one hand as he watches the two of you. there's something soft in his eyes now, envy tempered with awe. 

“don’t listen to him,” you say with a playful smile, your gaze softening as you turn to your husband. “i only gave you a chance when i realized how big your heart is. how much you really care. your dedication to reshaping jujutsu society—that’s what made me see you weren’t just a nuisance.”

both gojo's eyes widen in shock, clearly not expecting that.

your husband, though, pouts, his usual smugness replaced with playful mock hurt.

“aww~” he whines, a teasing lilt to his voice. “i think you’ve got a little crush on me!”

you narrow your eyes, a warning simmering beneath your words. “satoru, i’m about to bite your head off.”

he grins, leaning in with that signature mischief. “don’t threaten me with a good time.”

the younger gojo’s eyes dart between the two of you. perhaps his future wasn’t too bad.

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“mamaaaa!”

your son immediately runs towards you the moment he enters the your hospital room, and you crack your eyes open at the sound of his voice.

but hot in his heels is satoru, who immediately catches him with both hands, sternly reprimanding him. “no, you can’t hug mama yet, she’s still in pain.”

“mm…” your son looks down and nibbles his lip, but nods regardless. satoru ruffles his head and holds his hand as they approach you.

“how are you feeling?” your husband asks with a smile as he sits your baby on his knee.

“i’m good, just sleepy…” you press the button of the bed to help you to sit, and your attention is immediately diverted to the pair of curious eyes staring at you. “have you and papa eaten yet?”

your son nods compliantly. “yes, we ate mochis.”

“huh? just mochi?”

“and ice pops too!”

“satoru…” you give him the stink eye and he scratches his head sheepishly. “i’m telling you, you can’t feed him only sweets.”

“yeah, yeah—”

“mama, when will you go home?” your boy suddenly cuts in with hopeful expression. “if you go home, i’ll stop eating mochi.”

both you and satoru go quiet at once. you know your son loves mochi as much as his papa does, so the fact that he says it tears your heart somehow.

“baby, come here.” you signal at satoru to give him to you, and reluctantly he does.

the moment your baby is settled beside you, he carefully leans into you as though not to hurt your injury.

“oh you…” your heart melt at how gentle he is. you and satoru have certainly raised him well. “i’m going to be back soon, okay?” you pat him on the head, before kissing his cheek. “i’m getting better day by day. auntie shoko said i can be home by next week.”

he nods again albeit with a slightly disappointed expression and you poke his cheek. “and hey, aren’t you having fun spending time with big brother megumi and uncle ichiji?”

“yes but… sometimes uncle ichiji prefers leaving first.”

satoru turns to his son with a shrug. “well, he’s just like that. don’t pester him too much. he likes blending with walls actually.”

your baby glances at him with disinterest. “says you. mama, actually, papa terrorizes uncle ichiji on daily basis.”

“hey!”

“wha?”

“yes. i see it myself. that’s why he always excuses himself early.”

you shoot satoru a glare. “keep doing that and i’ll cook you when i’m home,” you threaten and he immediately turns to you in surprise.

“wha?! why do you always come and defend ichiji’s honor like that?!”

Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

That his childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

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꒰ satoru gojo x f!reader ꒱ : wc 2,060. c.w. nsfw ﾉ mdni. shower sex. fingering. p in v. creampie. hair pulling. spanking.

it's no surprise gojo satoru loves your body. since you both have gotten together, he's made it blatantly obvious how head over heels he was for you. infatuated would be an understatement.

every dip and curve of your figure sends shudders down his spine, conducting a surge of heat in the pool of his stomach. his hands always meticulously work on you, ensuring you get the best possible treatment from him.

you're never left unsatisfied; satoru always makes sure you cum way before he's even close to finishing. he'd always bring you to the most mind-shattering orgasm you've ever had—you always think, it can't get any better, then he finds a way to make it better.

today was no exception. you stood in the shower, mindlessly washing your hair as you find yourself stuck in a daydream about the activities prior to this. you unconsciously bite your lip, your hand going to turn the water off, until a familiar hand restrained you in your tracks.

"s-satoru…?" you stammer out as his other hand trails down your hip, cold against the flush warmth of your skin. heat immediately rises to your skin as his body heat engulfs your whole frame.

he lets out a soft chuckle against the back of your neck, pressing his lips against your nape and trailing featherlight kisses against the raised goosebumps on your skin. "y'took too long…" he mumbles, voice husk and gravelly. your eyes flit back to him, then up to the running water in the shower. it's splashing in your face, and you can barely focus on his movements as he runs a hand up to your stomach, wrapping around it and pulling you back into him.

"wait... satoru, t-the wate—"

"leave it, leave it." he tugs the wrist he was holding, turning you around to face him. electric blue irises are completely entranced and locked onto the water droplets slowly making their way across your skin. he follows one down the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and eventually your crotch.

he was hypnotised, completely enamoured by your body and your body alone. he slowly moves closer to you, guiding every one of your steps back until you hit the cold porcelain of the wall. you let out a gasp, which was silenced by gojo's lips on yours.

he takes his time, savouring the feel of your lips against his. it's like silken feathers—he deducts—the sensation only proving to draw himself more and more into you. the warmth of the kiss is soon shattered as you pulled away for air, soft little pants escaping your lungs.

his hand cups your cheek, never letting your eyes leave his. gojo's hair was all over the place, water drops dripping down his face and framing it perfectly. he looked heavenly, like an angel directly cast down from above, and you were so situated on admiring his features that you didn't realise how his fingers started to trail down your curves with suggestiveness.

"i want you," gojo leans down to your ear, pressing kisses just where your jaw meets your neck. "s'pretty... i dunno how you expect me to stay calm around you, doll." his tone of voice causes your breath to hitch, along with the fact that his hand had gripped your thigh to hook it onto the side of his hips.

you let out a breathy whimper, trying not to focus on the hot feeling that slowly bunched up in your gut, but gojo knew better, he could read you like a book.

nimble fingers make their way between your folds and it didn't take long for your slick to souse his fingers thoroughly. he lets out a low chuckle, eyes gazing teasingly at you, however you tried to play it off as it simply being the water from the shower, but nothing could make you deny how needy you were right now.

gojo's fingers begin to test his limits, two soft fingertips dipping into your slit and coaxing a flurry of whines from your drooling mouth. your cunt is slowly split open by his fingers alone, gently thrusts accompanying his movements. a suppressed moan escapes from your choked up throat, a sweet melody to his ears, only reeling him into your sweetness even more.

he's now knuckles deep in you, digits brushing against a network of sensitive nerves. they poke and prod, searching between the molten heat for the one burning spot which would rupture the spark ablaze within your body.

they finally press up against your most receptive area, erupting an involuntary moan of pleasure from you. satisfaction pulses through your blood, heating up the crests of your cheeks and displaying the product of his actions in a tangible form. he frees the hand on your thigh to cup your cheek, thumb swiping away the shower water from the ripe redness that begun to brew on the surface of your flesh. he could feel the heat from your body, and it only spurred his own arousal.

your reactions were everything to him; he adored every little jerk of your hips, every twitch of your muscles as his fingers moved back and forth, in and out of your sweet cavern. the palpation of his fingers induced a bout of multiple unique sensations, shuddering within every inch of the brittle restraint you had holding you back.

"a-ah… 't-toru…" your brain had turned to mush, and you felt as if there was no point in talking as all of your words would simply fizz up in the back of your throat, leaving a taste on your senses which could only be described as mind-numbing. it certainly didn't help that just recently gojo had fucked the life out of you, and you were still highly sensitive.

before you could even process anything, gojo's fingers had steadily slipped out of you, pleasure ceasing and consciousness getting chained back to reality.

a pitiful whine rung off the walls as you catch sight of gojo's captivating smirk, but you were effectively silenced as his fingers approach your mouth, completely lathered in an embarrassing amount of your slick.

"open," gojo's breath hitches as you take his fingers in your mouth upon his command, the hypnotic swirl of your tongue along the length of his digits making the heat in his loins stir. "f-fuck… that's it..." his praise only makes you even more flustered, the warm water constantly hitting off of your skin made you feel as if you were physically going to melt in his hold.

he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a barely audible pop accompanying the action.

"can't wait any longer, princess…" both of his hands grasp onto your waist, whirling you around and pressing your front into the cold wall. your breath staggers in surprise, not expecting the sudden change. "want you so badly… you have no idea…" he mumbles into your ear.

he pulls your hips back, a hand on the small of your back and your ass pressed flush against his throbbing erection. he slowly grinds against the plush, trying to hold himself back from going absolutely feral. he could feel the drool pooling on the tip of his tongue, biting his lip as he aligns himself against your dribbling hole. he slowly pushes his hips forward, his girthy cock sinking into your silky, fluttering cunt.

it rips a mewl from your throat, pants and whines from you following every subtle movement of his hips until he was fully buried inside.

gojo takes a moment to savour the feeling, the delicious, addictive way you clamp around him. he takes a moment to steady his breathing, pressing kisses on the back of your shoulders as he slowly drags himself out of you, before quickly thrusting back into the soft, delicate moisture of your pussy.

"s-so wet f'me… shit… feels s'perfect…" he mumbles against your skin, sloppy kisses trailing to the junction where your neck and shoulder connects. his hand slowly and meticulously runs up your spine, following the surges of ecstacy which electrified the tight-knit bundle of nerves crowning your folds.

shortly after, you feel his fingers tangle into your locks, tugging your head back in such a way that you're prettily arched for him, accentuating all the gorgeous features of your body. gojo relished in the sight, drunken on the fact that all of this was his. it drove him mad with lust, brain a muddled haze filled only with thoughts of you, you, you. nothing could ever compare to the feeling of him sinking into your tight cunt, and if he could stay inside of you forever, he would.

each bump of his cock against your walls made you feel lightheaded. all you could think about was him and his dick. you whimper out an unstable plea of his name as his lips place a sizzling kiss to the skin of your neck.

wet slaps echo in your red-tipped ears, the sound reverberating even louder due to the running water. everything was wet, and you could feel almost everything around you. your legs trembled, struggling to sustain your weight as gojo's cock plows into you, the tip kissing the deepest parts of your arousal.

a shiver wracks through your fragile frame, the frothing velvet of your gummy walls sucking gojo in more and more, tempting him with the subtlest of movements.

it edged you closer and closer to your orgasm. you could feel it clouding the depths of your stomach, bubbling and itching to release. you let out a loud squeal as his fingers slither between your folds, swiftly circling over your swollen, aching clit which was practically begging for some sort of attention. your pelvis grinds into the touch, back arching even more as your eyes roll to the back of your skull. white spots flicker in your vision as your orgasm peaks and shatters all throughout you, walls clenching as your pussy coats satoru's cock in sheeny, sticky liquid.

he groans as you cum all over him, a squelching sound being repeatedly made as his thrusts pick up the pace, his hand tightening in your hair as he sucks up a small mark into the very crook of your neck, the bruise blooming a pale purple with slight undertones of red.

shameful noises of pure pleasure are elicited from your lungs as you come down from your high. you're left blinking back the fogginess in your vision as your eyes glance down, looking at the ring of white forming around the base of his length. it made your face heat up in embarrassment, eyes fluttering shut as you let out yet another, pitiful whimper. it didn’t take long for gojo’s restraint to crack, either, because amongst your euphoria, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a low moan as he releases inside of you’re tight cunny.

it didn't take long for gojo's restraint to crack, either, because amongst your euphoria, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a low moan as he releases inside of you’re tight cunny.

you take all he has to offer, clinging onto his cock and milking him out of every last drop of his sweet seed. he presses his face into your shoulder as he tries to gulp down sacks of air, his breath shaky on your skin.

he can barely resist staying inside of you for so long, but he eventually pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. a whine of protest slips past your parted lips, to which gojo only chortles.

"more?" he teases you, handing a light, playful smack to your ass, causing you to jolt. "hmm… maybe later, princess." you pout in response, eyes half-lidded and clouded over with your brewing affection.

"satoru…"

"oh, c'mon, don't give me that attitude… you and i both know that if i gave you more here, you wouldn't be able to get yourself out of this shower."

you couldn't protest against his will, because you knew he was right. a soft huff of agreement leaves your nose, the tingling of the euphoric release just underneath the husk of your legs. his hand runs up your inner thigh, watching his release dribble out of your hole, which almost immediately got washed away.

"here… i'll clean you up, gorgeous." he stealthily wraps his arms around your waist, causing you to yelp as you were pulled into a loving kiss. it was slow, gentle yet displayed all of his emotion with a simple action as he pulls you under the water alongside him, a lasting smile on his lips.

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꒰ satoru gojo x f!reader ꒱ : wc 2,060. c.w. nsfw ﾉ mdni. shower sex. fingering. p in v. creampie. hair pulling. spanking.

it's no surprise gojo satoru loves your body. since you both have gotten together, he's made it blatantly obvious how head over heels he was for you. infatuated would be an understatement.

every dip and curve of your figure sends shudders down his spine, conducting a surge of heat in the pool of his stomach. his hands always meticulously work on you, ensuring you get the best possible treatment from him.

you're never left unsatisfied; satoru always makes sure you cum way before he's even close to finishing. he'd always bring you to the most mind-shattering orgasm you've ever had—you always think, it can't get any better, then he finds a way to make it better.

today was no exception. you stood in the shower, mindlessly washing your hair as you find yourself stuck in a daydream about the activities prior to this. you unconsciously bite your lip, your hand going to turn the water off, until a familiar hand restrained you in your tracks.

"s-satoru…?" you stammer out as his other hand trails down your hip, cold against the flush warmth of your skin. heat immediately rises to your skin as his body heat engulfs your whole frame.

he lets out a soft chuckle against the back of your neck, pressing his lips against your nape and trailing featherlight kisses against the raised goosebumps on your skin. "y'took too long…" he mumbles, voice husk and gravelly. your eyes flit back to him, then up to the running water in the shower. it's splashing in your face, and you can barely focus on his movements as he runs a hand up to your stomach, wrapping around it and pulling you back into him.

"wait... satoru, t-the wate—"

"leave it, leave it." he tugs the wrist he was holding, turning you around to face him. electric blue irises are completely entranced and locked onto the water droplets slowly making their way across your skin. he follows one down the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and eventually your crotch.

he was hypnotised, completely enamoured by your body and your body alone. he slowly moves closer to you, guiding every one of your steps back until you hit the cold porcelain of the wall. you let out a gasp, which was silenced by gojo's lips on yours.

he takes his time, savouring the feel of your lips against his. it's like silken feathers—he deducts—the sensation only proving to draw himself more and more into you. the warmth of the kiss is soon shattered as you pulled away for air, soft little pants escaping your lungs.

his hand cups your cheek, never letting your eyes leave his. gojo's hair was all over the place, water drops dripping down his face and framing it perfectly. he looked heavenly, like an angel directly cast down from above, and you were so situated on admiring his features that you didn't realise how his fingers started to trail down your curves with suggestiveness.

"i want you," gojo leans down to your ear, pressing kisses just where your jaw meets your neck. "s'pretty... i dunno how you expect me to stay calm around you, doll." his tone of voice causes your breath to hitch, along with the fact that his hand had gripped your thigh to hook it onto the side of his hips.

you let out a breathy whimper, trying not to focus on the hot feeling that slowly bunched up in your gut, but gojo knew better, he could read you like a book.

nimble fingers make their way between your folds and it didn't take long for your slick to souse his fingers thoroughly. he lets out a low chuckle, eyes gazing teasingly at you, however you tried to play it off as it simply being the water from the shower, but nothing could make you deny how needy you were right now.

gojo's fingers begin to test his limits, two soft fingertips dipping into your slit and coaxing a flurry of whines from your drooling mouth. your cunt is slowly split open by his fingers alone, gently thrusts accompanying his movements. a suppressed moan escapes from your choked up throat, a sweet melody to his ears, only reeling him into your sweetness even more.

he's now knuckles deep in you, digits brushing against a network of sensitive nerves. they poke and prod, searching between the molten heat for the one burning spot which would rupture the spark ablaze within your body.

they finally press up against your most receptive area, erupting an involuntary moan of pleasure from you. satisfaction pulses through your blood, heating up the crests of your cheeks and displaying the product of his actions in a tangible form. he frees the hand on your thigh to cup your cheek, thumb swiping away the shower water from the ripe redness that begun to brew on the surface of your flesh. he could feel the heat from your body, and it only spurred his own arousal.

your reactions were everything to him; he adored every little jerk of your hips, every twitch of your muscles as his fingers moved back and forth, in and out of your sweet cavern. the palpation of his fingers induced a bout of multiple unique sensations, shuddering within every inch of the brittle restraint you had holding you back.

"a-ah… 't-toru…" your brain had turned to mush, and you felt as if there was no point in talking as all of your words would simply fizz up in the back of your throat, leaving a taste on your senses which could only be described as mind-numbing. it certainly didn't help that just recently gojo had fucked the life out of you, and you were still highly sensitive.

before you could even process anything, gojo's fingers had steadily slipped out of you, pleasure ceasing and consciousness getting chained back to reality.

a pitiful whine rung off the walls as you catch sight of gojo's captivating smirk, but you were effectively silenced as his fingers approach your mouth, completely lathered in an embarrassing amount of your slick.

"open," gojo's breath hitches as you take his fingers in your mouth upon his command, the hypnotic swirl of your tongue along the length of his digits making the heat in his loins stir. "f-fuck… that's it..." his praise only makes you even more flustered, the warm water constantly hitting off of your skin made you feel as if you were physically going to melt in his hold.

he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a barely audible pop accompanying the action.

"can't wait any longer, princess…" both of his hands grasp onto your waist, whirling you around and pressing your front into the cold wall. your breath staggers in surprise, not expecting the sudden change. "want you so badly… you have no idea…" he mumbles into your ear.

he pulls your hips back, a hand on the small of your back and your ass pressed flush against his throbbing erection. he slowly grinds against the plush, trying to hold himself back from going absolutely feral. he could feel the drool pooling on the tip of his tongue, biting his lip as he aligns himself against your dribbling hole. he slowly pushes his hips forward, his girthy cock sinking into your silky, fluttering cunt.

it rips a mewl from your throat, pants and whines from you following every subtle movement of his hips until he was fully buried inside.

gojo takes a moment to savour the feeling, the delicious, addictive way you clamp around him. he takes a moment to steady his breathing, pressing kisses on the back of your shoulders as he slowly drags himself out of you, before quickly thrusting back into the soft, delicate moisture of your pussy.

"s-so wet f'me… shit… feels s'perfect…" he mumbles against your skin, sloppy kisses trailing to the junction where your neck and shoulder connects. his hand slowly and meticulously runs up your spine, following the surges of ecstacy which electrified the tight-knit bundle of nerves crowning your folds.

shortly after, you feel his fingers tangle into your locks, tugging your head back in such a way that you're prettily arched for him, accentuating all the gorgeous features of your body. gojo relished in the sight, drunken on the fact that all of this was his. it drove him mad with lust, brain a muddled haze filled only with thoughts of you, you, you. nothing could ever compare to the feeling of him sinking into your tight cunt, and if he could stay inside of you forever, he would.

each bump of his cock against your walls made you feel lightheaded. all you could think about was him and his dick. you whimper out an unstable plea of his name as his lips place a sizzling kiss to the skin of your neck.

wet slaps echo in your red-tipped ears, the sound reverberating even louder due to the running water. everything was wet, and you could feel almost everything around you. your legs trembled, struggling to sustain your weight as gojo's cock plows into you, the tip kissing the deepest parts of your arousal.

a shiver wracks through your fragile frame, the frothing velvet of your gummy walls sucking gojo in more and more, tempting him with the subtlest of movements.

it edged you closer and closer to your orgasm. you could feel it clouding the depths of your stomach, bubbling and itching to release. you let out a loud squeal as his fingers slither between your folds, swiftly circling over your swollen, aching clit which was practically begging for some sort of attention. your pelvis grinds into the touch, back arching even more as your eyes roll to the back of your skull. white spots flicker in your vision as your orgasm peaks and shatters all throughout you, walls clenching as your pussy coats satoru's cock in sheeny, sticky liquid.

he groans as you cum all over him, a squelching sound being repeatedly made as his thrusts pick up the pace, his hand tightening in your hair as he sucks up a small mark into the very crook of your neck, the bruise blooming a pale purple with slight undertones of red.

shameful noises of pure pleasure are elicited from your lungs as you come down from your high. you're left blinking back the fogginess in your vision as your eyes glance down, looking at the ring of white forming around the base of his length. it made your face heat up in embarrassment, eyes fluttering shut as you let out yet another, pitiful whimper. it didn’t take long for gojo’s restraint to crack, either, because amongst your euphoria, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a low moan as he releases inside of you’re tight cunny.

it didn't take long for gojo's restraint to crack, either, because amongst your euphoria, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a low moan as he releases inside of you’re tight cunny.

you take all he has to offer, clinging onto his cock and milking him out of every last drop of his sweet seed. he presses his face into your shoulder as he tries to gulp down sacks of air, his breath shaky on your skin.

he can barely resist staying inside of you for so long, but he eventually pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. a whine of protest slips past your parted lips, to which gojo only chortles.

"more?" he teases you, handing a light, playful smack to your ass, causing you to jolt. "hmm… maybe later, princess." you pout in response, eyes half-lidded and clouded over with your brewing affection.

"satoru…"

"oh, c'mon, don't give me that attitude… you and i both know that if i gave you more here, you wouldn't be able to get yourself out of this shower."

you couldn't protest against his will, because you knew he was right. a soft huff of agreement leaves your nose, the tingling of the euphoric release just underneath the husk of your legs. his hand runs up your inner thigh, watching his release dribble out of your hole, which almost immediately got washed away.

"here… i'll clean you up, gorgeous." he stealthily wraps his arms around your waist, causing you to yelp as you were pulled into a loving kiss. it was slow, gentle yet displayed all of his emotion with a simple action as he pulls you under the water alongside him, a lasting smile on his lips.

the end times — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo satoru thinks he’s going to die because you’re giving him the silent treatment. (aka your first big fight with gojo).

contents. hurt/comfort, ooc, lovesick!gojo, you give him the silent treatment and he goes crazy, he is so pathetic in this one, tw obsessive behavior (he makes it EVERYONE’S problem), gojo’s pov

notes. loosely inspired by that one scene from yakuza fiance. not proofread whats new

Gojo knows he’s screwed up the second he steps into the common area of Jujutsu Tech’s dormitory. The air feels thick, wrong. And then there’s you, curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes aren’t moving.

His grin falters for half a second before he masks it with his usual bravado. “I always knew you had a little freak in you, but reading your erotic books out in the open? Who knew my girl was such a perv.”

The joke usually earns him a laugh, a shove, maybe even a teasing retort. But tonight, the silence that follows is deafening.

The pit in his stomach grows.

“Sweetheart?” He tries again, waving a hand obnoxiously close to your face.

You finally react, swatting his hand away, but there’s no playfulness in the motion. Your eyes don't even meet his.

“You’re late,” you say flatly, still staring at your book. “Again.”

Gojo scoffs, irritation bubbling. Not at you, never at you, but at the damn book that’s getting more attention than him.

“Ah, you know how it is. Got held up in Kyoto,” he says with a shrug.

The words leave his mouth too easily. He doesn’t realize his mistake until you finally, finally look at him.

And it’s nothing like usual.

There’s no warmth in your gaze, no sparkle of amusement or exasperation. Instead, you pin him with a look so sharp it strips him bare, leaving nothing but the hollow weight in his chest.

“You missed our date.”

His breath catches. His throat goes dry. “I–”

“I’m not mad about that.”

Relief floods him too fast, too soon. His shoulders sag as he leans down, tilting his head for a well-earned kiss. “You’re the best. I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

You pull away before he can touch you.

Gojo freezes.

“[Name]?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “You know, it’s funny.”

There’s nothing funny about this moment.

His pulse thrums as you continue, voice eerily steady. “That your mission was in Kyoto. I mean, we have a whole sister school there, full of sorcerers ready to handle a first-grade threat. So why would they need you, specifically?”

His stomach drops.

He’s never been good at guilt, not when he’s spent his whole life believing he’s untouchable. But now, standing before you, unable to meet your eyes, it sits heavy in his gut.

And you don’t let up.

“Of course, I asked around. Thought maybe I was overthinking it.” A humorless scoff escapes you. “Imagine my surprise when I found out my boyfriend was too busy meeting with his future bride.”

Gojo’s mouth opens, but for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say.

“That’s–” he starts, then stops because, shit, you’re staring at him like he’s a stranger. Like he’s someone you can’t trust. The realization makes his stomach churn.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” you say bitterly, arms crossing as you lean back into the couch. “I mean, I’d love to hear how you were going to explain this one, Gojo Satoru.”

Full name. That’s how he knows he’s really fucked up.

“It’s not–It’s not what you think,” he says quickly, voice unusually hoarse. His usual bravado, his charm, none of it is coming to him. He doesn’t even know where to start. “I wasn’t–I wasn’t hiding it. I just–”

“You just forgot to tell me that your clan is arranging a marriage for you?” you cut in sharply. “That slipped your mind?”

“No! Yes—Fuck, that’s not what I mean,” he groans, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s never felt like this before. Like he’s scrambling for footing on uneven ground. “I didn’t tell you because it didn’t matter, sweetheart. I wasn’t ever going to go through with it. You know that, right?”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Do I? I mean, Suguru seemed shocked when I didn’t know that these were recurring dates set by your clan.”

Gojo falters.

“You didn’t even think to tell me, Satoru,” you say, voice quieter now, but somehow even more devastating. “You didn’t think I deserved to know?”

His heart clenches. That’s not–God, that’s not what this is.

“Of course you deserve to know! But I—” he exhales sharply, trying to gather his words. “I just—Fuck, I thought it was stupid. I thought it wasn’t worth mentioning.”

You shake your head, looking almost tired now. “Right. Because I’m just supposed to assume you’d never go through with it. After your multiple dates with her. Because I’m supposed to read your mind, just like always.”

The weight of your words crashes into him, and Gojo suddenly realizes that this isn’t just about Kyoto. This isn’t just about one lie, one mistake. This is about every time he’s brushed things off, every time he’s let silence speak for him, every time he’s sat through those excruciating meetings, knowing he would never go through with it, but never once thinking about how it would feel for you to find out this way. This is about every time he’s expected you to just get him without him ever having to say a word.

This is about how, even after everything, you still don’t know how much he loves you.

And now, looking at you, Gojo is terrified that he’s already lost his chance to prove it.

“I’m going to sleep,” you stand up from your place on the couch. 

Gojo tries to follow you, “Listen, baby–”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I need some space.” you turn around to send him a teary glare and that stops him in his tracks. He had never seen you cry. And it tore him apart knowing that he was the cause. 

The sound of your door slamming echoes in Gojo’s mind. 

Gojo Satoru is the first one in class the next day.

He drums his fingers against the desk, restless in a way he can't explain, but he knows it has everything to do with the fact that he spent the entire night not sleeping. His mind was too busy replaying the way you had looked at him, no, the way you hadn’t looked at him.

He had left you alone and upset. He had made you feel like you were second to someone else. And worst of all, he hadn’t even realized it until it was too late.

“This must be a first.”

Gojo glances up as Suguru enters, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Gojo Satoru, on time? It must be the end times.”

He knows it’s a joke, but it might as well be the end times. Gojo doesn’t respond, just presses his lips into a thin line as he goes back to mentally reciting the apology speech he’s been revising in his head all night.

Then the shoji door slides open again.

You walk in with Shoko, your head tilted slightly as you whisper something to her, something he’ll never get to hear because you don’t so much as glance in his direction. Instead, you take a seat at the farthest desk, as if he isn’t even there.

A part of him withers away.

But Gojo Satoru isn’t one to give up.

If words won’t get your attention, he’ll just have to be Gojo Satoru about it. He leans back in his chair and stretches obnoxiously, before loudly exclaiming, “Yaga-sensei! Are those grey hairs from your recent divorce?”

He grins, waiting for the familiar sound of your laugh, for that little shake of your head, for you to scold him like always.

But you don’t even look at him.

Instead, he’s met with Geto and Shoko’s twin expressions of abject horror, and before he has a chance to register what’s happening–

BAM!

Yaga’s palm collides with his head, sending him face-first into his desk.

Even through the throbbing pain, he can only think about one thing.

You didn’t even react.

“And how exactly is she ignoring you?”

Shoko’s grumpy voice echoes through the morgue, where she’s been attempting to practice her technique. She’s clearly unimpressed that Gojo Satoru has decided to spam-call her instead of dealing with his own problems.

“She’s ignoring me, Shoko,” Gojo groans dramatically from the other side of the Jujutsu Tech campus, rubbing the fresh bump on his head as he stands in front of your door. “I’ve been knocking for an hour. She’s in there. I know she’s in there, but she won’t answer.”

“Maybe she finally got tired of your bullshit,” Shoko says dryly. “Honestly, I don’t know why it took her this long to hold you accountable. She’s let your bad behavior slide for way too long.”

“Why are we talking about me like I’m some kind of dog?!”

Shoko ignores him.

“From the sound of it, you really messed up. I mean, who keeps a marriage a secret from their girlfriend?” She pauses, then adds with a smirk in her voice, “Oh, right. You.”

Gojo groans, pressing his forehead against your door. “You and I both know that’s not what happened. But she doesn’t. And she won’t even give me the time of day to explain.”

Shoko sighs. “Give her time to cool down.”

“And what, let her decide she wants to run off and marry some other guy? Move to a cute little beach town in Enoshima, start a family, have three kids, and leave all Jujutsu sorcery behind?”

There’s a long pause before Shoko makes a disgusted sound. “O-oi. Keep your weirdly detailed fantasies to yourself.”

“I’m just being realistic,” he insists, clutching his flip phone dramatically.

Shoko promptly hangs up on him.

Gojo stares at the device for a moment before slowly lowering it, exhaling hard.

Then he rests his head against your door again, defeated.

But Gojo Satoru was never one to admit defeat, so he tries again. He returns to your door the very next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“[Name]!” he chirps. “I bought us some parfait! Let’s talk things over, yeah?”

Silence.

Not even the sound of movement.

But Gojo Satoru is not easily discouraged.

So Gojo Satoru comes again the next morning.

“[Name]!” he knocks again, this time balancing a slice of strawberry cake in one hand. “This is all my fault, so come out and let me apologize properly!”

Nothing.

Gojo sighs, leaning against the doorframe, about to knock again when—

Your phone rings.

His breath catches as he presses his ear to the wood.

“Hi, Suguru?”

His heart stops.

“Yeah, we’re still on for the movie. I’m just about to leave right now.”

For the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru understands what people mean when they say they feel like they’ve been punched in the gut.

Because you’re going to Suguru.

You’re not just ignoring him, you’re choosing someone else.

His fingers twitch at his sides as a feeling he doesn’t like at all creeps into his chest. It’s something ugly, something unfamiliar. Something that feels a lot like jealousy. Was that how you felt?

He wants to knock again, wants to demand that you open the door, look at him, let him fix this before you walk away from him any further.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, shoves his hands into his pockets, and forces himself to step away from your door.

Forces himself to give you the space you deserved.

You don’t know why you relent so easily.

You shouldn’t. Not after the way he lied, the way he kept something so important from you.

And yet, when you hear him pacing outside your door, his nervous energy practically seeping through the walls, you feel something crack.

He’s been outside your room for the nth time this week. Every day, like clockwork, he’s knocked. Brought your favorite snacks. Talked to you through the door, filling the silence with his ridiculous banter, even when you refused to answer.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping your blanket a little tighter. You should stay angry. But you can't.

You sigh, pressing your forehead to your knee.

Maybe it’s time to stop punishing the both of you.

With a deep breath, you stand, crossing the room to the door. When you open it, Gojo nearly stumbles forward, mid-step in his pacing.

His eyes snap to yours, wide and filled with so much desperate hope it makes your chest ache.

And the way his face lights up like you’ve just handed him the entire world tells you that, maybe, you were never going to be able to stay mad at him forever.

But you’re here, leaning on your door frame with your arms crossed, your nails digging into your skin as you glare at the man who has spent the last ten minutes tripping over his words, looking wrecked in a way you’ve never seen before. His hair is messier than usual, lips are parted like he wants to say something, anything, but he doesn’t know where to start.

Finally, you scoff, breaking the silence. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m going back into my room.”

“No!,” Gojo steps forward instinctively, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. And after everything, he is. “I screwed up.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Oh, really?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, I really fucked up.”

Silence.

You should say something. You should demand an explanation, yell, maybe even cry, but you’re so tired. You’ve spent days twisting yourself into knots over this, convincing yourself you never meant as much to him as he did to you.

And then Gojo says it.

“I should’ve told you.” His voice is hoarse. “I should have told you after the first meeting. After the first second they brought it up.” He swallows hard. “But I was stupid. I thought if I ignored it, if I went through the motions, if I waited for the right moment… then it wouldn’t matter. That it would be over before you ever had to know.”

You shake your head, letting out a hollow laugh. “Satoru, do you even hear yourself? Do you get what it was like for me to find out from someone else? To hear that the person I–” you cut yourself off, but the damage is done. You see it in the way his breath hitches, in the way his fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you.

“The person you what?” he asks softly, pleading.

You clench your jaw. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”

Your shake your head. “You lied to me.”

“I know,” he says, and the sheer brokenness in his voice makes your throat tighten. “I know, sweetheart. And I swear to you that I never meant to. I never wanted to hurt you.” he exhales shakily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear on everything, I was never going to go through with it. I never even showed up to any of the dates, so they kept ambushing me under the guise of missions! I sat through every single one of those goddamn meetings thinking about how ridiculous it was, how there was only ever one person I wanted.”

He stops himself, inhaling sharply.

And then, quieter, almost afraid:

“How there’s only ever you.”

The words hit you like a fist to the chest.

Gojo watches you carefully, breathless, waiting. Hoping. He’s given you the truth, raw and unfiltered, and now it’s up to you.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his world that makes you believe him.

For the first time in a week, your lips find his, and Gojo swears he can finally breathe again. The warmth of your palm against his cheek, the way your fingers curl slightly as if grounding yourself in him. It’s enough to make him melt.

"You’re so insufferably cheesy, Satoru," you murmur against his lips, your breath warm, teasing. "It makes me so angry that I love it." A pause, a soft exhale. "But I forgive you."

His grin is instant, smug and shameless. "That was good, huh?" He tilts his head, cerulean eyes twinkling. "I’m willing to bet your heart skipped a beat."

You roll your eyes, but you kiss him again, slower this time, because, damn it, he’s right.

extra!

“I demand some extra loving!” Satoru sprawls dramatically across your bed, limbs hanging off the edge like a defeated king.

You barely spare him a glance, flipping a page in your book as you lie comfortably on your stomach. “And why, exactly, do you deserve that?”

He lifts his head, pouting. “I deserve it after a week’s worth of psychological trauma. Don’t think I forgot that you ditched me for Suguru.”

“Oh… that.”

“Yeah. That.” His voice is thick with exaggerated betrayal.

You finally look at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “It was a fake phone call, Satoru. You were just so insufferable camping outside my door that I had to make up an excuse.”

His jaw drops. “Huh?!”

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

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.