Yuji Is So Real

yuji is so real

Yuji: Is my human suffering sexy enough for you, Gege? Is it getting you off, king?

arranged marriage! gojo heacanons

pairing: gojo x fem!reader synopsis: just some headcanons about arranged marriage gojo! headcanons do follow a linear plot content: MDNI (18+ONLY), nsfw & sfw content, arranged marriage, p->v, oral (fem!receiving), pregnancy, breeding, not proofread because i'm lazy!!! a/n: i had a request to do a sort of expansion/sequel/prequel (?) on my business or pleasure fic, so... this is that. enjoy! and remember AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!! wc: 2k (that's so much headcanon lmao)

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who reluctantly agrees to an arranged marriage when the clan decides it’s time to secure the lineage and make a new heir.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose jaw nearly drops when he sees you for the first time as you’re walking down the aisle. No way you’re that hot… 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s practically rocking on his feet waiting for the minister to give him permission to kiss you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who drags said kiss on a little (a lot) longer than he needed to and spends the rest of the night wishing he’d dragged it on even longer.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s actually really pissed that there are so many damned guests at his wedding. All of them want to talk to him when all he really wants to do is talk to you!!! 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who only gets about three words into you the whole night and feels like pouting every time someone pulls him away from your arm. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally relaxes a bit when the party’s over and he finally gets you alone. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has a hard time keeping his hands to himself on the drive home. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who can’t help but stare at your lips as you answer his silly little questions about your favorite color and your favorite food.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has to restrain himself from literally pulling you out of the car and up to his penthouse. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who suddenly finds himself a little nervous when he finally has you to himself. It’s his wedding night and he has to please his wife, right? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who revels in tearing away your dress until he sees the lacy little white set you have on underneath.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who pins your wrists to the bed just so he can admire the way you look beneath him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who nearly comes with no warning the first time he hears you moan his name. He decides it’s his sole purpose in life to make you moan like that as much as possible. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is somehow both gentle and rough, who peppers you with kisses but rocks into you so good he has you seeing stars. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he ascends when you come around his cock and then ascends again when he remembers he married you and gets to see it for the rest of his life. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes sure to cum inside you and give you every last drop. After all, you have to make a new little Gojo heir, right?

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who holds you tightly to his chest until you drift off to sleep with your head atop his heart. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes the next two hours to be able to fall asleep himself, too hyped up on all the endorphins he’s feeling.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose brow furrows and stomach drops when he wakes the next morning to you not in his arms. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who scours the house for you and finds you in the living room reading, already having been up for hours. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart fractures a little bit when you greet him soooooo formally and tell him that there’s some breakfast in the fridge. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends far too long in the shower, letting the water run over him and trying to figure out where he went wrong. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who comes to the conclusion that he just needs to win you over a little more slowly, who smiles and thinks he knows exactly how to do it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds you still reading on the couch and tells you to get ready to go out– you’re going shopping. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes you to every designer shop he can think of and buys everything your eyes so much as graze over. Even if you tell him you don’t want it– he doesn’t care. You’re getting it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart flutters in his chest when you smile at a pretty little necklace he buys you. It’s not the most expensive thing he’s bought you by far, but it makes you the happiest nonetheless. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s confused as to why you keep thanking him so profusely on the way home. His money is your money now… do you not know that? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes a stop at the bank on the way home and gets you a flashy black credit card with your name (and new last name hehe) printed at the bottom. He loves the way your eyes widen and your lips part when he tells you there’s no limit. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who asks you what you want to do that night. Fly to Paris for dinner? Pack for a vacation to Bali? Maybe just a fancy meal at Tokyo’s most exclusive restaurant? He’s shocked when you say you’d prefer takeout and a movie on the couch, but all too happy to oblige.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who orders half the menu at your favorite ramen restaurant that he’s never heard of. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes go wide when he takes the first bite and tells you it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who stares at your lips when you laugh and ask him, “really? The best?” 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s suddenly tugging your skirt down your thighs and burying his face between your legs. He takes one long lick and moans, saying that the ramen is now only second-best. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he could fuck you for hours on his couch, but stops after just a few rounds. He doesn’t want to tire his little baby out. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who savors the way you let him hold you after sex. Why couldn’t he hold you like this all day? So what if you’d just met– you’re his wife??? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buries his face in your neck to memorize the moment, dreading the second you pull away from him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who almost protests when you wrap a blanket around your body and pad off, saying you’re going to take a shower.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who debates cornering you in the bathroom for another round, if only so he can hold you again, but thinks better of it and cleans up your forgotten ramen instead.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is completely exasperated when you never return to finish the movie. He finds you sitting in your shared bed, reading again. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart drops when you only look up long enough to give him a small smile instead of tumbling straight into his arms. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds himself once again in the shower contemplating his existence. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who decides he’ll win you over one way or another, even if it takes longer than he originally intended… 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who climbs into bed next to you and slings an arm around your waist casually, like his heart isn’t hammering in his chest when he buries his face in his pillow. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who doesn’t truly fall asleep until you turn off your bedside lamp and lie down beside him. His heart does little skips when you don’t wiggle out from under his arm. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who wakes first in the morning this time to find you curled so tightly into his chest he’s sure his pounding heart is going to wake you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes turn into little hearts when you wake blushing after you realize how closely you’ve curled into him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who tells you it’s okay and pulls you back into him and smirks when you can't see his face.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends the next few weeks buying you every knick and knack, every snack and meal, and bending you every surface in the house. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes light up whenever he sees you wearing that little necklace he bought you on that very first shopping trip. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buys you another necklace… this one with his initials dangling from the chain. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes you ride him so he can see his letters swaying from your neck as you come on his cock. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends every waking moment with you on his mind, who gets in a sticky situation while fighting more than once because he’s waiting for you to text him back or remembering all the nasty things he did to you last night. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally takes a look at the pages of those books you like so much and realizes the pure filth his dirty little wife reads right beside him every night. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s not angry or put off, but rather excited. He uses it as a manual the next he has you under him and when he repeats a line verbatim from your book he laughs so loud at your shocked little blush that he’s sure you’re both getting a noise complaint in the morning. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes every effort to find out what you like (beyond reading smut) and buys you front row tickets to a concert for a band that you both happen to love. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds out your favorite movie series and takes three (unapproved) days off of work just to have a marathon with you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is having his morning coffee (full of cream and sugar and caramel sauce, of course) when you make your way into the kitchen with your lip pulled between your teeth. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes blow wide when he sees a stick with two little pink lines and realizes he’s managed to knock you up on the first try.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who simply has to have you right then and there, bending you over the counter and groaning your name when he slides inside your cunt. He’s gentler this time, though. Can’t be too rough when his wife is pregnant, right? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who goes overboard with his excitement and buys a new car the same day he finds out you’re pregnant. It’s practically a tank with all its safety features. He says you’re only allowed in that specific vehicle for the foreseeable future. Get used to it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s all over you now. Whatever restraint he had before is gone now that you’re carrying his baby. He touches you… everywhere. All the time. It’s like it pains him to not have at least a smidgen of his skin on yours. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who keeps trying to win you over in the following weeks. He needs you. Not just your body, but your mind and your soul, too!

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who just lets it slip that he loves you when he’s balls deep in your cunt. Doesn’t even get embarrassed or flustered about it, just keeps pounding into you and whining about how much he loves you over and over again while he’s filling you up. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who lets the floodgates open after that. He tells you he loves you at every opportunity. It gets to the point where those three little words don’t even fluster you anymore, but you haven’t said them back. Not yet. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who waits patiently. He knows he’s getting to you, little by little. He’s sure he’ll hear you say it back soon. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s blindsided despite having convinced himself he’d be able to play it cool. He’s got you on the couch, wrapped up in his arms with his head on your tummy (he gets to hold you as much as he wants now hehe). You’re braiding his hair when you tell him that you love him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who flushes the deepest shade of pink you’ve ever seen and pulls down his blindfold like he needs to see you say it again.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who begs to hear it again and again and again until he’s smiling so wide it's literally blinding. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks his arranged marriage was definitely the best thing to ever happen to him <3

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soft dom gojo 💔

Sypnosis - Gojo being a soft dom, that's it, that's the tweet.

Warning(s) - suggestive themes, foul language, THIS PIECE IS LITERALLY ABOUT GOJO BEING A SOFT DOM EXPECT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

A/N - Thank you Anon...as if I don't already think about this man an unhealthy amount.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

!Soft Dom Gojo, who treats you with so much respect. He treats you as if you’re the woman who hung the moon and the stars, as if you’re the woman responsible for all of creation. To him, you are absolutely everything, and he is definitely not afraid to voice any of that. 

!Soft Dom Gojo, who worships your body like a sacred temple. He’ll lay you down and place little kisses against any bit of skin that he can reach. Typically, he starts at your head, then he peppers your face in those featherlight kisses that bring butterflies to your stomach. Slowly, they get lower and lower, his lips brushing against your chest, then your stomach, and of course, between your legs — where he will stay until you’re whining and begging him to get off. 

!Soft Dom Gojo, who won’t hold back his praise when he fucks you. His hands will be grasping your hips firmly, eyes fixated on the ripple of your hips when his snap to make contact. Your eyes are screwed shut, moans falling from your parted lips at just how deep he goes with every thrust. His lips are right beside your ear, whispering “good girl”’s and “you’re doing so well”’s like they’re his own personal mantras.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who always puts your pleasure over his own. To him, getting you off also gets him off. Hearing your little whimpers and moans when he’s nestled between your legs has his cock straining in his pants — that which leads to him grinding against the bed while his tongue flicks at your clit.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who can and will overstimulate you while uttering the sweetest and softest praises. His fingers are pumping in and out of you at a borderline unbearable pace while his tongue flicks at your swollen clit. You had orgasmed — what — three or four times? You honestly didn’t know, you had lost count after orgasm number two. Your hands are tangled in his hair, little gasps and broken moans falling from your lips. A thin line of drool trickles down your chin — the sight of you so fucked out almost has Gojo cumming on the spot.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who never skips aftercare. The minute that your body relaxes against the sheets, Gojo stands from the bed and moves towards the bathroom. There he runs a hot bath and grabs one of the small hand towels folded on the side of the sink. He returns to your side, running the towel over you, smiling slightly to himself as you shiver from the sensitivity. He shushes you, hooking his arms around you and lifting you. You both share a bath, your back to his chest as he softly washes your hair and body, being careful to not accidentally brush over any part of you that may be too sensitive.  

We <3 !Soft Dom Gojo in this house.  

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening sex

☆HIGHSCHOOL MEMORIES☆ SATORU GOJO X READER

Genre: crack, heartbreak (no comfort), fem! Reader, reader having something near the same personality as Gojo

Notes: Just a few flashbacks from Gojo and Y/n's high school years together! (This isn't proofread y'all, so please, don't mind my mess of commas.🤕✊🏼)

LISTEN WHILE READING!

"Gojooooooooo, Satoruuuuuuu!!!!" You called as you raced toward him and Geto at full speed, grinning like a maniac. Geto looked back, a slightly fearful look on his face as he saw the quick speed your legs were going. You could even see the animated bead of sweat on his head as he tapped Gojo beside him. The white-haired boy perked up in confusion, but before he could fully turn a yelp left his lips when you continued to run.

"Y/NNNNN!!-- WAIT! MY INFINITY!!!!---" He yelled, screaming bloody murder when you made his bigger body collapse like a weary skyscraper, a groan leaving his lips.

"Senpaiiiii~" You cackled, wrapping your arms around his neck. As he got up with ease, your legs quickly locked around his waist with your chin annoyingly digging into his boney shoulder.

"Sooooooo..." Your eyes moved around the dramatically big campus, unconsciously breathing in the scent of Gojo's strong cologne. "Why are you guys skipping? That's bad y'know."

As a first year compared to them, the pair saw you as a kid-- well a brat to say the least, considering how much you insufferably clung to Gojo and threw random flirty remarks at him whenever he asked why you weren't attending your classes. It ticked you off, and Geto's face showed that he could not take another one of Gojo's clones; A much more immature one at that. Though it wasn't surprising since you were two years younger than them and fresh out of middle school.

"Ya can't say that, Y/n~" Your white-haired senior looked back at you through his sunglasses while flashing you the charming smirk that always made you fold in thirds-- or more. "You're skippin' too."

His fingers meet your forehead in a flick, earning a soft whine and a pout from you. Geto then spoke up, scanning your entire figure clinging to Gojo's body.

"What are you here for, Y/n?" You look over at him, deeply thinking about it before perking up and jumping off of Gojo to walk beside him.

"This pen!" You exclaim with an excited grin, and they both look at you with raised brows. You huff in annoyance, shaking the writing tool in your hand.

"I saw you training with like, a pencil earlier, and I saw you spinning it in your hand. Can you teach me how to spin it? Pleaseee?"

"And then I was like--" A yelp left your lips as Gojo took a quick bite from your chopsticks, biting them and accidentally tugging you to his side with the grip of his teeth on the wooden utensils, pulling you off of the bench. "Gojo! What the--" A cackle coming from Mei Mei left you speechless, looking to see Shoko and Geto holding back from bursting into a fit of endless laughter. You furrow your brows in confusion, looking over at Mei Mei.

"He's been staring at your food like a predator for the past ten minutes," She chuckled and you raised a brow, looking over at his side to find him not there.

"You could've just ask-- huh?" Your eyes moved around in confusion until you found him hovering over your lunch box to take a piece of melting mochi, letting out a whine when you slammed your chopsticks against his head, unintentionally breaking them on his forehead.

"Keep away from my food!"

"Not before I!!!--" WHACK!

"Gojo!" Your voice called out as you jogged toward him, waving at him. A smile curled your lips as he turned his head toward you, watching you catch up to him. For some reason he was standing outside of a classroom. That's odd.

Once you caught up you spoke, "What are you doing?" Said senior slid his hands into his pockets, slouching and tapping his foot against the wooden floor. "Jus' waitin' for a friend. What is it, Y/n-san?"

A heat spread across your cheeks and you grinned. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to this--"

"You ready to go, Satoru?" A feminine voice interrupted your sentence and both you and Gojo's heads turned to the sound.

There stood a girl much taller than you and more mature-looking. Knitting your brows you stared at her, you've never seen her around but she definitely was pretty. Wavy and composed strands of brunette hair adorned her head and shoulders touched up with a small navy blue headband while her lips were pink and glossed, long lashes touched up with just a hint of mascara. Goodness, she was absolutely gorgeous.

Round amber eyes stared at the boy next to you before landing on your own figure, her slightly knitted brows showing confusion as to who you were.

The only questions that floated around your head were, who is she and why was she calling your man by his given name?! The fuck, bitch?

Gojo broke the tension with an awkward chuckle, snaking an arm around the brunette's waist. You watched the simple yet heart-breaking action, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"What were you going to say, Y/n?"

Snapping back into reality you straightened your posture and cleared your throat, looking up at him with a faint smile.

"Oh it was nothing, uh-- don't worry about it."

"But I don't understand," Your lip quivered, gripping the pillow that you currently hugged. "I've tried everything and it just doesn't work.." A tear trickled down your cheek and you sniffled the snot that was close to leaving your nose.

Shoko gave your shoulder a gentle pat in attempt to comfort you, a sigh leaving her lips.

"There are much better people out there--"

"And he accepts other girls but doesn't accept me when I ask him to go out! What the fuck?!" A loud sob escaped you, hiding your face from the brown haired girl in embarrassment. She stared at you with a small frown while rubbing your back.

"If you really do love the idiot that much, keep trying. I can't exactly do anything about your situation, Y/n."

Awkward tension stood between you and Gojo sitting next to each other on a bench waiting for the rest of his friends to finish trying to break the vending machine a few feet away from you. After the day you had seen the girl he was with, you unintentionally made things weird with the seventeen year-old, not talking to him as much as you usually did and using the excuse of being 'tired' or 'not in the mood to talk' Whenever someone asked why you weren't being as annoying and bubbly as you usually were. With the way he looked at you that day you were contemplating if he knew about your big crush on him. --Then again Gojo was the heir of the six eyes. He never missed a thing, that was for sure.

You were trying to make things go back to normal though, and the best idea you got was: making your sweet senior a bento box full of his favorite foods, aside from yours.

After a few more minutes you decided to speak up.

"Oh, yeah, um..." A cold puff of smoke left your lips when you spoke, and Gojo's head snapped toward your figure, placing the can of soda that was on his lips down next to him on the empty side of the wooden seat.

"I.... you usually don't come to lunch break with anything to eat, so I made you something." You softly cleared your throat as you avoided his gaze, the bottom half of your face hiding under the black scarf you wore.

You didn't understand why you were nervous-- hell, you were more than that; extremely anxious. Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your mouth with the way he attentively stared at you even if his eyes were covered. Thank the lords those glowing orbs were covered-- if they weren't, you'd be digging your own grave.

Your hands then pulled a bento out of the mini tote bag you always held at lunch time, placing it on the small empty space between you two.

Gojo stared at the lunch box for a few seconds, before letting out a quiet chuckle, fixing the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Look, Y/n..." A harsh wind blew against you both and you immediately raised your brows, heart skipping a beat as his orbs met yours, lifting his glasses off of his nose and resting them on the top of his head.

Your heart dropped.

"I know that you... like me. And, uh, I don't-- I don't feel the same," The boy nodded, a look of pity forming somewhere in the glowing pools of turquoise that his eyes held. You swallowed dryly and parted your slightly chapped lips to say something but nothing came out. The last thing you heard from him was a simple ' 'm sorry' before he stood up from the bench and began to walk off to the group of arguing idiots, his glasses falling back onto his face.

You felt cold: frozen, even. And it wasn't all because of the strong wind that knocked your lunchbox off of the bench. The lunch box you made for him in giddy hopes that he would take it and warm up to you again with the same charming smile he usually gave you.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at his back and once he turned his head to look at you all he saw was your hands scrambling to reach for his bento, shoving it into your lunch bag and shakily getting up with teary eyes that the wind seemed to exaggerate. You didn't know where your legs were taking you but you didn't mind as long as you weren't near him.

While you walked away from the distracted group and his sharp stare, all you could think of was what Shoko told you.

"If you really do love the idiot that much, keep trying." Yeah, you weren't going to talk to him or any of his friends ever again you were definitely doing that again.