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lunagojo · 2 years

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Satoru Gojo Boyfriend Headcanons

a/n: Can I just say, I love this man so much. Marry me Gojo, you are too good for this world <3 I'd let you annoy me all day

Satoru's been in love with you since day one of meeting you. The first years, the second years, the staff, EVERYONE knows it, except for you and him

Something is just so magnetic about you in particular, he knows he's a good looking man, he knows he could pull anybody he wanted, but whenever he's around you he gets butterflies, he gets...nervous?

He just wants you to like him so much

He talks about you nonstop to Nanami, to Yuuji and Megumi and Nobara, to ANYONE in his vicinity

"Gojo-sensei, I get that you're in love with Y/N but there's a curse here that needs to be taken care of..." - Megumi

wait w h a t

He honestly was kind of blindsided by that, and it just all clicked for him in that moment...he WAS in love with you

You of course, liked him too, his antics were annoying but endearing, he had a good heart, he genuinely cared about his students

But you never said a word, honestly. Was it because you were too scared to lose the friendship you had with him? Or was it because you didn't think he'd...ever see you that way?

It was honestly Nobara who urged Satoru to DO something because she was getting annoyed seeing you two fawning over each other and not DOING ANYTHING

"You have to tell them, otherwise I will tell them for you" >:( - Nobara

When he did finally confess to you, you thought he was just kidding around, like he usually did

"Yeah, yeah, I like you too Gojo, even though you annoy me, mister."

"...I was being serious, Y/N."

w a t

The look on his face was enough to make you believe him. He rarely ever looked so serious, so you were more inclined to trust what he was saying

Satoru was over the MOON when you returned his feelings

He picked you up and hugged you so tight, swinging you around

...This man is the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer btw.

He is a very attentive boyfriend, ok. Whenever you're within arm's reach of him he will be touching you in some way. His hand on your thigh or knee, arm around your shoulders or waist. I also think he'd stick his hand in your back pocket when you're out in public ;P

He brings you so many sweets, does his absolute best to be good to you and cheer you up

He knows he can be a bit overbearing sometimes, and that sometimes his reactions aren't exactly...appropriate, so he truly appreciates your patience with him

Loves it when you play with his hair or his fingers, he's like a puppy, just adores being loved by you

Will send you selfies of himself everywhere he goes, literally will snap a pic of himself making a peace sign in front of a dead curse with the caption 'thinking of u <3' (and who says romance is dead right lol)

His favourite thing is coming home to you sleeping in your shared bed. You always make this little sound of contentment when he strokes your hair in your sleep. It makes him w e a k

If you're feeling down or insecure, he's your hype man, 100%

How dare you ever feel shitty about yourself when you're YOU, WHAT

Enjoys watching you just do things, cleaning, laundry, studying, eating, watching TV, playing video games, just heart eyes always

Will bite and poke you to get attention

Posts TikToks of himself dancing to your singing while you're in the shower

Idk why but whenever I think of a relationship with him I think of the song "Five Years' by Bo Burnham, lmfao

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gasolineghuleh · 2 months

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A dirty-ass prompt: getting down and dirty with Mary Goore in a cemetery 👀

okay so this is what i was trying-- second person, past tense, and timed.

disclaimer; i don't like this one. it didn't turn out how i liked but i'm getting itchy trying to fix it. i feel like i fucked up tenses somewhere, but i'm trying to force myself to try a new tense for me.

creampie mary, weehaw

It was the coldest night of the year when you walked into that shithole dive bar down the road from the Abbey, practically looking for trouble. You were still covered in snow from a freak early-November storm that had caught you on your way out to meet up with your best friend, and you distinctly remember the snow flakes drifting from your shoulders and head to land on the floor of the bar, already melting away. The bartenders eyes met yours in a moment that would have heated the snow off of the sidewalk if you were outside.

It seemed you'd met Trouble.

He was a little taller than you and about thirty shades heavier handed with his eye makeup. His pale arm waved you forward to the bar, gesturing at a seat until you hopped up into it and settled down, giving him a simple drink order. The small talk that he made was comfortable; practiced. He asked what you did and you vaguely mentioned the Abbey, and then asked the same of him, and he replied with the name of the dive bar. The bar's name was stupid, like a joke you'd forgotten the punchline of, or one that the author couldn't bother coming up with, and you found yourself wondering if his name was any better. You almost smiled when he introduced himself as "Mary Goore", your brain already looking for the pun.

Your drink appeared in front of you and he raised his own to meet your glass with a gentle clink. "To Lucifer."

"To Lucifer," you replied, eyebrows shooting up into your brow line. He had some prior knowledge of the Abbey, it seemed... or he was just a tool. You were willing to jump his bones, either way. The two of you sipped your drinks and talked more about the Abbey and how he had been to shows before, that you just must not have noticed him in the crowds of people that congregated in the big cathedral. That, or he had a great knack for making himself invisible.

Eventually he changed the subject, asking you how long you've been a member of the Abbey and how you were liking it, if you felt it was for you or not, what it was like to live on the premises, and before you knew it, the glass you'd been sipping was empty, and he was asking you if you wanted to go for a ride with him. You swirled the dregs of your glass as you thought it over, wrestling with yourself about the safety of the choice-- it was dark and snowing, you were most certainly at least buzzed, and Mary is a new person to you.

Your eyes met his again, a cool green, and he broke into a toothy grin. The laughter lines around his face were prominent, and something behind his eyes was enough for you to agree.

It was Mary.

A small duffle bag was retrieved from somewhere in the back room and the lights were flicked off as Mary yelled at the remaining people at the bar to fuck off out the door; he's locking up for the night. Judging by the way that the patrons move, this wasn't a new experience for them. A few people lightly protested but a death glare from Mary had them hurrying their pace as he slammed the door closed behind them. He took off his black apron, draping it over a stool as he turned to you and clapped his hands together sharply.

"So," he grinned, "you want a ride or what?"

His car was a simple vehicle-- a low sitting two-doored thing, with fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror and several bumper stickers. One of the stickers that had caught your eye said "Hella kids up in this bitch". When you made a comment about it, he had laughed and shrugged with one shoulder, motioning towards his balls.

The Abbey was on the other side of town from the dive bar, but somehow you and Mary arrived at the back doors before you could really process that you'd left. The ride over was filled with quiet ambient music from his stereo, and a rambling introduction from him that left you even more sure of your decision. He parked his car by the back door of the Abbey and turned to face you, slinging one arm over the back of his seat. The graveyard of Emeritus family lineage and the Siblings was visible over his shoulder, the snow on the graves melted from the heat of the nearby greenhouse.

"What?" you asked, your cheeks growing warmer with every second that passes.

"Nothin'," he countered with a shrug, "you're just hot." The smile that spread over his lips was wicked as he waited for your reaction.

"Are you hitting on me, Mary?"

He licked his lower lip with a nod before popping them together loudly, grinning. "Yup."

He didn't say anything more as you exited his vehicle, drumming your fingers along the hood of his car until you made it to his side. Mary's eyes were wide, watching you carefully until you leaned down and opened his car door, extending a hand to him.

"Enough small talk. Come rail me against a gravestone." Mary exhaled a bark of laughter, taking your hand with his left and turning off his car with the right.

You led him through the garden and around a hedge that opened up to reveal the more expensive crypts that dotted the square acreage of the Abbey. This was the most up-front and ridiculously blatant thing you'd ever done... but it was a thrill, wasn't it? His hand was still clasped in yours as you continued through the maze-like layout of the graveyard, passing stones and statues of Papa I and II and a few others you recognized until you arrived at an ornately carved stone angel. It was kneeling at a cross, hands clasped in prayer and face buried in the crook of their arm. You stopped and spun to face Mary, one hand already hiking up your dress.

Mary was grinning again as he pulled you closer to his body, pressing you up against the cool stone of the grave, his hands finally skating along your goose bumped skin. Your arm slid neatly around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his hips were slotted against yours perfectly. When your lips met it was electric, and Mary's shaky moan was enough to melt any remaining nerves you had. The sound of his jeans unzipping and boxers rustling was almost a relief. Your own dress was lifted up to your waist and pushed over your hips with ease.

"How are you gonna--?" He didn't bother answering you. Instead he lifted one of your legs around his hip, taking you by surprise as he hooked it behind him, allowing your foot to rest on his lower back. With his help you wrapped your legs around him as tightly as you could, leaning heavily on the statue behind you as his cock rubbed against the slickness between your lips. Your hand snaked down to grab him and hold him still as he lined up, teasing you for only a moment more before sinking deep into your heat.

"I catch on quick," he growled directly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It wasn't the most comfortable position you'd ever been fucked in, but as Mary picked up a faster pace it felt less and less like the stone of the grave behind you was cutting into your skin and more like the heady mixture of pleasure and adrenaline you craved. His thrusts were rough but even and precise, the slapping sound of his hips against the back of your thighs almost drowned out by your shared heavy breathing. Mary's mouth was hot against your throat as he moaned, teeth sinking in lightly until he stopped at the juncture between your shoulder and neck to suck and bite at your flesh, making you cry out for him. Your body arched as he slammed into you, trying your best to move your hips in time with his to take him in even deeper, desperate for more of that feeling of being filled up.

"You going to cum for me?" he growled, his hands tightening on you where he held you aloft. You gasped in response, your cunt tightening around his cock as a sudden heat washed over you, spreading from your clit and up to the tips of your toes, the only response you could manage as he hit just the right spot over and over. Mary huffed out a breath of pleasure at the way that you tightened up around his dick, your orgasm causing you to involuntarily hold on tighter, nails digging into his skin through his thin shirt. "Cum all over my cock for me, babe. Fuuuck, you feel so fuckin' good."

"Mary--" Your voice was breathy as you felt another wave of your climax crash through you. The cool November night air around you did little to dampen the heat that Mary's body radiated or your own body heat, but it felt good, your sweat covered skin prickling with goosebumps. You managed to lift your head slightly, looking down to where you and Mary were joined. His jeans were open, cock sticking through the hole in the front of his boxers-- in fact, it seemed as though he wasn't even using the full length of his cock, pants bunched as they were.

"Fuckin- cunt, I'm gonna-" Mary cut himself off, mashing his lips against yours with a long and drawn out moan, hips kicking forward in time with the waves of his own climax. His teeth sank into your bottom lip and tugged, his breath coming in ragged pants and growls against you. When you were both sure you were finished, you carefully extricated your legs from their spot on Mary's hips, the two of you watching as he slowly slid out of you, leaving behind a warm trickle that ran down the insides of your thighs-- a hot reminder of your impulse decision. The sight made your face hot, but the look of pleasure on Mary's face when you made eye contact was worth it.

"Thanks for the ride," you said with a laugh, rubbing your hands along your thighs to warm up the muscle again. Mary snorted and dragged his hands across his face before looking at you. He waited for a beat before speaking.

"I haven't done something like that in years."

"I never have." You shrugged noncommittally, but Mary balked. "What? You were hot."

"So I'm your first, then? First one-night?" he corrected himself quickly. When you nodded he laughed again. "Look at you, making moves! But uh... I'm sorry to burst your bubble." Your eyes snapped to his, convincingly apologetic.

"What?"

"I uh.. Wouldn't mind if this wasn't a one night thing." Mary's hand went to the back of his head as he laughed shyly.

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