Headcanons of Satoru Gojo as your knight in shining armour...
☆Knight!Gojo who was honoured to be assinged to guard the princess. To protect this kingdoms most precious treasure, their future monarch.
☆Knight!Gojo who soon realised this task wouldn't be so simple when you started to test his resolve.
☆Knight!Gojo who has trained with the kingdoms most powerful warriors, who has survived battles and won glory in bloodshed. And yet finds he is weak to the flutter of your eyelashes.
☆Knight!Gojo who discovers something much more important than his assignment when you kiss him under the stars.
☆Knight!Gojo who had given you his heart before he even realised it. Who's armour couldn't protect him from falling in love.
☆Knight!Gojo who sneaks into your rooms after nightfall. After all, what better place is there to protect you than right by your side?
☆Knight!Gojo who is soft when the armour comes off, who smells of iron and citrus and something unique, who's eyes are impossibly blue under the visor.
☆Knight!Gojo who smiles after you fall asleep in his arms, all while whispering vows against your temple. Vows to protect you with his life if it ever comes to it.
☆Knight!Gojo who finds it amusing when you dance with princelings from other kingdoms. He is not jealous, for he knows he's the one who will end up in your bedchambers in just a few hours.
☆Knight!Gojo who knows he cannot be yours in the end, that someday you'll have to choose someone else- for the kingdom.
☆Knight!Gojo who is grateful he gets this time with you regardless. He will cherish it forever.
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Rule #1: Don’t flirt with Satoru’s girlfriend. (•̀ ᴖ •́)
The party had moved from the halls of the frat house out into the obnoxiously large garden, bodies danced along the grass while some brave souls dived into the pool in their underwear. It was clear most people were wasted.
You remember Satoru saying something about the party being a “housewarming” for the new pledges, although you knew it was just another excuse for his first bros to get shit faced and for him to stuff his own face with abnormal amounts of confectionery.
Glancing around, you notice that Shoko and Utahime had snuck off together and that Yuki was currently making her move in a very red and sweaty Choso. “Oh, for God's sake,” you sigh to yourself, “Can’t any of them keep it in their pants?”
Just as you were about to search for your boyfriend and unfamiliar raven-haired face blocks your path. He flashed a grin, “Hey, I don't think we've ever met.”
You smiled politely and shrugged, “Probably not.”
The man leans against a nearby tree, clearly swelling with pride as he continues to hit on you. “Well, it's nice to meet you. I don't get to see many pretty girls around here.” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean… I can name a few.”
His eyes flickered around before settling back onto you, “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere quiet, maybe?”
Choking back a laugh, you replied, “Well, I’m actually about to go look for my boyfriend.” To which he laughed, “Really? Who would leave a pretty girl like you all alone?”
“Hey, now,” the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend came from behind him, “That’s no way to talk about the frat president, oh humble pledge.” The man spun around so fast he looked blurry, sputtering a sad excuse for an apology while looking at his feet.
“I-I swear I didn’t know, Gojo!” But the white-haired man only grinned, “Ah, no worries, no harm, no foul. Right?”
You shot him a sceptical look as he slung an arm around you, hugging you into his side. Just as the raven-haired man turned to walk away, Suguru and Sukuna seemed to appear from thin air. The two guys grab onto his arms and legs and begin to hoist him towards the pool.
“Hey! Let go of me! I swear I didn't mean any harm!”
Gojo chuckled, watching as his friends launched the new member of the fraternity into the pool.
A loud splash! echoed the garden, water flew up and covered the pavement. The entire party seemed to freeze, then laughter erupted; even the now-soaking pledge seemed to resurface with a smile on his face. “Alright! You got me. Sorry, man.”
“Good!” Satoru yelled back, not before leaning down to press a wet kiss right on your cheek. You giggled as he pressed a couple more kisses around your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You're so cruel, you know that?”
Satoru just scoffed, “What? As president, I believe reprimandations are in order.” You laughed again, “Is that even a word?” He simply shrugged, tugging you closer to the speakers. “May I have this dance?”
You rolled your eyes, “Only if you promise not to throw anyone else into the pool.” He pretended to think about it, tapping his chin with his pointer finger before answering, “Nah, at least not unless they keep their eyes off of you.”
you tapped your pen against the front desk, scanning memberships as the usual morning crowd filtered in. the gym was quiet this early, just the hum of treadmills and clinking weights in the background. then the automatic doors slid open and in he came in like clockwork.
satoru gojo. tall, messy white hair, blindfold pushed up like a headband today so those insane blue eyes could shine under the fluorescent lights. he wore a black compression shirt that should be illegal.
“morning, sweetheart,” he drawled, leaning his forearms on the counter like he owned the place. “did you dream about me again? be honest.”
you snorted, sliding his card back without looking. “yeah, in my nightmares. you were late on dues and i had to chase you out with a clipboard.”
he gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “ouch. that hurts, baby. right here.” he pointed at his heart, then leaned in closer with a smirk. “but we both know you’d miss me if i stopped showing up. who else is gonna bring you these?”
he slid a strawberry mochi across the desk like he was handing over treasure. you tried to look unimpressed but took it anyway. “bribing the front desk now? bold strategy, gojo.”
“is it working?” he wiggled his eyebrows. “c’mon, give me a little credit. i even remembered your favorite flavor this time. last week you said the mango ones were mid.”
you popped a piece in your mouth, trying not to smile too big. “okay, fine. you’re slightly less annoying than usual today.”
“slightly? i’m wounded.” he clutched the counter like he might faint. “i come in here every day looking this good and all i get is ‘slightly’? cruel woman. i might have to start doing my sets right here so you can appreciate the view.”
“please don’t. you’ll scare the retirees away,” you laughed, waving him toward the gym floor. “go sweat somewhere else, pretty boy.”
gojo didn’t move. instead he rested his chin on his hand, staring at you with that stupidly soft grin that made your stomach flip.
“pretty boy, huh? keep calling me that and i really won’t leave this desk. might just camp out here until you agree to get coffee with me after your shift.” you raised an eyebrow, heart fluttering. “coffee? that’s the best line you got?”
“nah, i’ve got better ones, but i’m saving them for when you finally admit you like me too.” he winked, finally pushing off the counter but walking backwards so he could keep teasing. “four o’clock, right? don’t make me wait, desk princess. i get whiny when i’m hungry… and when the cutest girl in the building leaves me hanging.”
you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “go lift something heavy before your ego gets too big for the door, satoru.”
he blew you a kiss over his shoulder as he finally headed in. every day he came in he stayed longer at the desk, and every day the banter got a little sweeter. gojo was hooked, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
It comes with the usual physical indignities, of course—the grim of salt-rimmed skin, the irritating drone of mosquitoes, air so humid you can feel it settling in your lungs. But his affinity for the heat has nothing to do with standard-issue nostalgia.
It’s not the climate. It’s certainly not the promise of a holiday; he treats the calendar like a suggestion anyway, vanishing on a whim whenever the mood strikes. And don't look to the festivals, either.
The truth is, his fondness for summer has always been because of you.
The moment the temperature climbs, your closet shifts. Clothes thin out. Flowy sundresses that catch the drift, off-the-shoulder tops exposing the delicate line of your collarbone, and shorts that bite tight enough into the soft curve of your thighs to make him shamelessly stare every time you walk past.
“Do you plan this?”
Your boyfriend’s sunglasses are pushed up into his white hair, crystalline eyes tracking you through the glass. You’re leaning close to the mirror, slicking a sticky coat of gloss over your plump lips.
You blink innocently at his reflection. “Plan what?”
“Looking this pretty.”
“I always look pretty.”
“…Yeah,” he sighs (rather dramatically) and slumps against the doorframe. “That’s the problem.”
Lately, he’s developed this obvious habit of finding any excuse to crowd your space. If you’re wearing something backless, his palm is suddenly glued to the bare, warm dip of your spine the second you hit a crowd. If your shoulders are exposed, his arm is draped over them within minutes. “You’re shivering,” he’ll lie, ignoring the sweltering, thirty-degree air clinging to both of you.
“You can’t be serious,” you’d retort but he’d just grin and lean in, “I’m your boyfriend. Appreciating the view is literally in the job description.”
He’s always hungry for you, no matter what you’re wearing, but summer makes him reckless.
The memories are sweet to chew on, but the present is better. You turn around, ready to go. He’d decided on a whim that he wanted the beach today—went ahead and bought out the whole stretch of sand just so you wouldn't have to share it with anyone else. You give him a twirl, letting the hem of your dress flare.
He watches. A small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“What?” you ask.
“Nothing.”
“Satoru.”
“You just look…” He tilts his head, a lazy grin spreading further. “Really, really cute.”
“You’ve told me that five times today.”
“I know.”
“And it’s barely past noon.”
“Hey,” he murmurs, stepping in close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. “I’ve got a schedule to keep.”
You reach out, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to drag him toward the door, but he resists, sliding his phone out of his back pocket with his free hand.
“One picture,” he begs, already raising the lens.
“You’ve already taken twenty, Satoru. Besides, they’ll look better on the beach.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have one of you in this lighting.”
You let out a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes, but you both know the protest is for show. “You are actually so ridiculous.”
“And you’re so incredibly gorgeous, baby.”
The shutter clicks. He looks down at the screen, grin softening. He’ll keep this one close. He has to. Summer is for the two of you but you’ve always insisted it’s for your friends, too—meaning you’ll vanish for days at a time, leaving him to nurse an ache in his chest until you get back.
Satoru gets incredibly restless when he's left to his own devices. These photos are for those late nights when he’s lonely, when he’s wrecking his sheets imagining the exact way that thin fabric feels bunched up in his fist while he takes care of himself and thinks of you.
Everyone else loves the season for the sunshine. He loves it because every single year, somehow, you manage to steal the sun right out of the sky.
catowner!gojo immediately shuts down your idea of getting a cat once you bring it up, "whyyyyyy?" you groan. "you know im allergic baby..." he replys in a sweet coated tone.
catowner!gojo easily gets tricked by you claiming you two were going to a festival with food. "uhm.. sweetheart? you sure this is the right place?" he questions as he looks up at the big "animal shelter" sign above him. "yep!" you proudly say, knowing fully what you were doing.
catowner!gojo starts sneezing 5 minutes after walking into the shelter. "im not seeing any food.." he mutters before sneezing again. "we'll get food after this." you softly say to him as you look at all the cats with an awed expression.
catowner!gojo finally gives into you getting a cat and you both agree on a fluffy orange cat. after you two leave, you get food, as promised as he forgets all about him not agreeing to get a cat previously.
catowner!gojo starts throwing out ridiculous names, such as, "sparkle butt" or "satoru gojo jr." you shut down all the silly names he throws out before suggesting "cinnamon", a cute but simple name. he agrees to it because its a ingredient to food.
catowner!gojo is found a few days later with cinnamon in his arms, cuddling as he snored softly. you take a picture and your heart feels warm. you spot a few used tissues around the two of them and you giggle.
a/n - short cus im lazy, reblogs are appreciated !
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pms? tender breasts? don't worry, your ꒰devoted꒱ boyfriend satoru gojo is happy to be your personal bra for the day ౨ৎ 1.1k
fluff ; crack ; suggestive art by @/Rezijellyfish0
It was a morning like any other.
You woke up curled right into your boyfriend Satoru Gojo's side, practically on top of him on the comfortable double bed. You didn't really have much room, not with his habit of lying down like a starfish, but you couldn't blame him – his long limbs just needed to take up all the space every night, and so you were forced to use your boyfriend as a pillow, of course.
Your favourite pillow.
You were awfully comfortable like this, nuzzling into his broad chest as the morning light started to bleed in through the half open window. Yes, so comfortable you could just drift away again... until.
Until those long limbs started to close in towards you.
That was another one of his morning habits, you see. Even for how spread out he liked to sleep, as soon as Satoru started to drift back into consciousness – you were the first thing he'd search for.
In his half asleep haze he closed his arms around you, squeezing you into him with all his might, letting out the most satisfied of hums. Not you, however – the sound that escaped your mouth was somewhere between a yelp and a cry for help.
"Baby?!" Satoru sprung into consciousness in a second. "What's wrong?!"
His bright blue eyes snapped open to see you pouting at him, hands over your already very sore breasts that he had painfully squeezed against his side. "Oh" he frowned, understanding. "It's that week, isn't it?"
You nodded slowly, letting Satoru manoeuvre you on your back so he could rest on his elbow next to you. When you first found out he was tracking your cycle you did call him a freak, but to be honest, it was worth it with how gentle he was with you now.
"Is it really bad?" he asked, tracing soft lines over your collarbone with his free hand. His touch was feather light, his hand apologising to your tender skin.
"It hurts" you exhaled, letting your head sink into the pillow with a long sigh. "They feel heavy"
"Heavy?" Satoru echoed, very obviously looking down to your chest. Naturally, you pinched him. "Ow! What was that for?"
"I'm in pain and you want to check if they're bigger?!" you growled, ready to throw a pillow right on his stupid white hair.
"No no no, you know I think they’re perfect” Satoru apologised immediately, peppering kisses all over your face. "It was for science only"
"Sure" you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't keep the angry act for long, not with your boyfriend's puppy dog eyes so close to your face.
"I mean it, I only want to help" he said, sitting up. And you did believe him – your boyfriend had been trying his best since he figured out how difficult pms was for you.
Last month, he even bought you a personalised hot water bottle with both your initials on it. Baby blue, of course.
You weren't sure who else would be confusing their hot water bottle for yours anyway, but its the gesture that counts.
"Come here baby, I'll help you up" he called to you with wide open arms, but as soon as he started to pull you up, you groaned again. "Is it that bad?" he grimaced, seeing your hands go back to holding onto your sore breasts.
Unfortunately, it was.
"It's ok" you tried to deflect, feeling bad for how worried he seemed. "You don't have to worry about m–"
"None of that" Satoru pouted. "Does that help?" he nodded to your hands, clearly some sort of plan starting to form in that head of his.
"Kind of" you replied, massaging yourself. "Should probably put on a bra" you sighed.
"In bed?!" Satoru shook his messy white hair side to side. "It's unfair" he completed solemnly. And you agreed with him.
But then he opened up his mouth again, with that tone he employed when he was going to suggest something... unusual.
"Why don't you...let me help?"
That made you stop halfway, turning up to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"Just… come here" he said, extending those pale fingers to you. You had one raised eyebrow, but let him do what he had intended – and soon his large palms were closing around your breasts.
"Pervert" you deadpanned.
"You said it helped!" he argued.
You took a moment, considering. You were very used to your boyfriend touching you everywhere, of course, but you had never seen him look so commited about it. It was almost endearing, in a kind of, um, odd way.
"So, what, you'll just be my personal bra today?" you teased.
"If you want me to" he nodded.
"Aren't your arms getting tired?" you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Baby, this is what I train for" he replied smugly.
You let out a little laugh, enjoying your boyfriend's silly plan and how serious he was about it. "You can't possibly keep this up" you joked.
"Wanna bet?"
You shouldn't have said yes. But of course you did.
The rest of the day was spent with Satoru glued to you – more so than usual. "You're enjoying this" you poked him as he stood with his chin on top of your head and his hands right where he promised they'd be, watching you make your morning coffee.
"You wound me, princess" he pretended to sigh. "This is for your own good"
Sure it was.
Later you sat down to watch TV, and Satoru placed you right on his lap, before his hands returned to your chest. "You're ridiculous" you laughed, his chin heavy on your shoulder this time and your back to his chest.
"Is it helping?" he asked.
In truth, it was. He was warm and soft and much more comfortable than a real bra; and walking around like you had been cursed into attachment was lifting your mood as much as it was annoying you too.
His eccentric ways were just one of the things you loved about your boyfriend, after all.
Of course, this all got a bit too ridiculous when you announced you were going to shower, and got followed by the white haired giant all the way into the bathroom. "You can't be serious" you looked up at him.
"I only want to hel–Ow! Ok, I'll be outside"
You laughed, seeing his pout as he closed the door behind him. It was adorable how devoted he was to this stupid plan – and you also couldn't deny you missed his loving touch as soon as he had let go of you.
Maybe he could help you shower too. He only wanted you to feel better, right?
"Satoru" you called, not even surprised when the door opened before you had even finished saying his name.
"Need me?" he grinned from ear to ear.
You would have pinched him again if he wasn't so damn adorable.
my boobs feel like they're about to explode and this is what came of it I don't know what else to say
