I Hope I Am Not Too Late. Can I Please Get A Genere HCs For Yandere Toge Inumaki With A Mute Reader

Can you please do Yandere Gojo where his darling accidentally finds his stalker wall where he has all his pictures of them

of course! ty for requesting, enjoy!

Black Roses, in the Middle of an Altar.

a/n: idk why almost everything I write about somehow has coffee in it, I don't even like it lol

type: yandere oneshot

cw: worship (towards reader), gn!reader, yan!satoru, stalking, candid photos, knocking out (towards reader), creepiness, delusional!satoru

word count: 637

Satoru hummed your favorite song as he placed the plastic bottle you drank from in the shrine, another sacred item you bestowed your DNA on. He couldn't be any happier to have another thing you had the honor to bless him with this! Well, not really, he took it from the trashcan after you threw it away. A photo of you, the best one, was right in the middle, shining away all of the other pictures, and a table for everything Satoru is lucky to get his hands on. Napkins, empty water bottles, your mug (which he drinks from everyday), and a shirt he stole from your closet!

Oh, how he wished to see you smile at him. To see your pearly whites beam at him, he's sure he'd melt. Yet you're just another citizen, one who barely knows who he is. But that's alright for Satoru! You can just know him as "the-white-haired-dude-who-seems-to-love-and-do-everything-that-you-like"! He'll be fine with that either way. Little by little, Gojo will have you.

"I'm surprised you know this café, Gojo!" You chirped in delight, holding a fragrant coffee. How did Gojo know this was your favorite coffee shop? It wasn't well-known, only locals and curious tourists who looked further than famous crowded places. It was probably just pure luck...

"I just saw it and I immediately knew you'd like it. I had no idea you even knew of this place!" Satoru lied, his tone slightly straining, annoyed that you two were still in last-name basis. Has he not done enough? Has he not been taking you in enough dates hangouts? Oh well. He drowned his lips in affogato, the bittersweet filling just the right amount of sugar and caffeine in his heart. "Say, how about you visit my house? I have a limited edition brew of the coffee you're drinking right now. I have enough to make a batch for the both of us." He'd been drinking it regularly, thinking it'd bloom the roots of your soon-to-be relationship.

"I'd love to!" You agreed, thinking this was just another attempt that Gojo was making to get you to hang out with him longer. Not that you didn't mind the clinginess, you just never saw someone so interested in hanging out with you for so long (no shade!!).

Before you knew it, you were sitting in a dining table, laughing it up with the strongest with fresh brew. Black roses sat in the middle of the table, though it didn't fit the aesthetic, why would there be gothic looks in a clean modern house? Maybe it's just a preference. You shouldn't be so judgy.

"I need to go to the bathroom, do you mind telling me where it is?" You asked, putting down your coffee.

"Of course, it's just right down the hall." Satoru vaguely waved to the direction.

It felt like a completely different aura in the hallway, creepy, cold. Like everything in your body was telling not to, your legs felt the need to run away, but you marched on. The floor creaked, it was quiet, endless. This must be the door, right? It's the only one you can really think is for a bathroom. You open the door.

You're sleeping. You're working. You're eating. All these memories should only be kept to yourself, you lived alone. But you're right here, in all these photos. And those same dreaded roses that look like the night sky itself in the midst of an altar. Dedicated to you. To show worship towards you.

Satoru. Has. Been. Stalking. You-

"So you found it." He mutters with disappointment, you don't dare look back. He wasn't dumb, he knew where you stumbled upon the moment you entered the room. He has the six eyes after all. "That's alright, I'll be something more to you."

Goodnight, Y/N.

i lob you thank you so much for reviving yan saiki content🙏🙏

no problem!! 😭😭

I've been wanting to write yandere saiki characters for a WHILE...but I've been busy with my oneshot drafts💔💔

yan!butcher! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

a/n: yawnn gojo series coming sooonnnn :3

cw: gaslighting, gore (butchered body parts), dead dove, reader is a stereotypical horror movie character, gn!reader, paranoia

credits for dividers: @lavendergalactic ! please check out their work

yan!butcher who noticed the new person in town, hauling things out of a truck and moving in to a cottage nearby. he didn't pay attention much, he had a whole business to run! that is, until you showed up at his butchery.

you looked all confused, probably never having to talk to the butcher before and instead grabbing the meat from the shelves. you kept asking him questions about which part was the brisket and which one was the tenderloin. and he'll admit, his heart melted. he gave you a pound of beef and told you the best ways to keep it fresh, he even offered you a discount!

yan!butcher who remembers his mom telling him a way to a person's heart is through the stomach. which makes sense anatomy wise, so it must work with you too! so now he always asks if you're eating well and whatever your answer is you're still getting a pound of meat.

yan!butcher who notices you haven't been visiting lately, did he give so much meat you're stocked for the month that you don't even need to visit him anymore??? he asks some of the locals, and he comes back with the fact you went shopping in the far away mall...with your friends.

why do you even HAVE friends anyways...he's much more fun to be around...even his neighbors have been asking him why he's so gloomy! he has to do something about this! he can't let these..these friends steal you from him!

....looking at one of your friend's corpse, he can't help but think it was too easy. he propped them up at his butcher block, kind of just staring at them as if he didn't know he did it. oh well, he's one step closer to you! maybe he could give you a message, something to show he means business!

...you're terrified when you open the random box left at your doorstep to see your friends' hands and head. what do you do with this?! do you turn it in to the police? the police doesn't seem very capable around these areas...maybe if you ignore it and throw it out it won't be a problem.

then another one, and another one, and you're left with one. you beg them to leave early, not saying why, but you know they're scared too. so now you have no one but yan!butcher. a win for him!

you vent to him about how your friends 'disappeared', and how you're scared you're gonna be next. he only keeps reassuring you that no one would kill you because it'd be a war crime to kill someone so pretty like you. you don't seem comforted.

so...instead...yan!butcher invites you to stay over at his house! just to make sure! you very much reluctantly agree, figuring you have nothing to lose since he seems nice, and he's basically your only friend in town.

he sets up his spare bedroom just for you, remembering that he actually has to wash blankets he doesn't use because it'd be weird. he's very formal about the whole thing, so formal it's kind of endearing and a bit funny in some way?

you settle down, pulling your blankets over, still a bit paranoid, but eventually falling asleep.

if only you paid a little more attention to those cuts.

MASTERLIST!!

Reminder! More will be put as I post more of my yan! headcanons and fics!

JUJUTSU KAISEN

YANDERE CHARACTERS

Yan!Gamer

Yan!Patron

Yan!Rockstar

Yan!Hero pt1

Yan!Patron!! ♡＾▽＾♡

A/N: I'll be making a masterlist and introduction soon! (˘³˘)♡

CW: gn!artist!reader, manipulation, stalking, candid photos, indebt!struggling!reader, kidnapping, murder, torture, handcuffing, and slight manipulation.

word count: 510!!

Yan!patron who commissions you weekly for a new piece of art every week or so. Either stating that it's to impress some rich folks or just to display around his mansion(s). No piece goes unanalyzed, he'll inspect the type of paint you use, how thick or thin the strokes were, the way you painted every detail with him in mind, all so adorable.

Yan!patron who is actually a really important figure in political and economical business. Not that he'd ever tell you, he uses a pen name whenever he contacts, though whoever is delivering your new piece actually has to deliver to his door. Even going as far as to order the delivery guy to wear gloves so their fingerprints don't ruin your precious work.

Yan!patron who has a whole room dedicated to you and your art, yes, you too. Candid photos he took of you painting and doing everyday things, it's not his fault he just happened to have a spare mansion coincidentally built recently near your lowly apartment! His favorite one (which is you looking like an angel while sleeping) is framed in old Amazon wood he gained at an auction.

Yan!patron who pays you more than your commissions ask for, but he takes so much pity on you! You're a struggling artist trying to balance bills, deadlines, and college debt! Why can't you let him spoil you?? (And in spoiling means little by little making you feel like you owe him something)

Yan!patron who only wants the best for you, which is why he kidnapped you. Look, he has hitmans on him all the time! What happens if people found out you were valuable to him? They could harm you!! He made sure that the basement is cleaned and there's to be no speck of dust to be found, following with a lavish bed and wardrobe (some which are from your own, and some that are Yan!patron's choice) that could be your old bedroom based on size. Not to mention your favorite flowers, a bathroom, and a pile of welcome gifts!

Yan!patron who treats you like glass, carefully stroking your red, tear stained cheeks like you also were a piece of art. So the saying that the artist was as beautiful as their art was true after all. Not to worry, you'll be out of your binds soon, just as soon as he finds you not wanting to escape.

Yan!patron who still makes you paint, having plenty of canvases and rich paints. Oil, acrylic, water colors, pastels, any you could imagine. He likes the self portraits you make for him, he'll have a room dedicated to those soon.

Yan!patron whose maids go missing after they say something distasteful or even go as far touch touch your art, how dare they? Can't they see your art surpasses the great mona lisa itself? Don't worry, they're not in the basement with you, isn't it great that Yan!patron has a Victorian mansion WITH a torture chamber? What a bargain!

Yan!Gojo and Yan!Geto Pt3!! ฅ^·ﻌ·^ฅ

A/N: I didn't know which plotline was better (sorcerer!reader or nonsorcerer!reader), so I'll be making two plotlines in different posts!

CW: death

This is the non!sorcerer reader plotline!!

Yan!Gojo who after the kfc incident swore to himself to keep you away from Geto (it didn't work), paranoid that Suguru would try to brainwash you into thinking that what he's doing is right. He keeps you near him all the time, in his house, jujutsu high, or your apartment, he's not letting you out of his sight.

Yan!Geto who couldn't bring himself to kill you, he did so with his parents, why would someone like you be difficult to him? But for some reason his fingers trembled when he tried to summon a curse to exterminate you, like his soul was trying it's best to fight back against his rotten mindset. And so, he spares you. Of course you mostly spend your days with Gojo, but when that slim chance the blue eyed sorcerer slips up the schedule, he takes you for the afternoon.

Yan!Gojo whose way clingier than Geto, it's like his mind just bumped up the clinginess after teenage years. Whether it'd be hugging you tight, or holding your hand like you're almost falling off a cliff, Satoru isn't letting Suguru have a chance to sweep you to his side again. He's almost tempted to handcuff you to his hand. And if you ever try to push away, expect to feel like your bones have been crushed.

Yan!Geto who convinces you that you're different than those monkeys, that heaven had made you itself, you weren't a non-sorcerer, you were human. If the chance of grabbing you from Satoru's grasp comes, expect to be pampered and cherished. You'll get to talk about the old times, play some board games, though he does cover your eyes whenever dealing with a curse collecting monkey. You don't need those lovely eyes see disgusting filth turn grosser! Just look at him while the curses do their job.

ps: I know this is a short one but I just gained the motivation to post on Tumblr again :)

Yan!Satoru and Yan!Suguru Pt2!! (｡’▽’｡)♡

A/N: I plan on making a recent gojo and geto hc or fic, and then maybe a fic of the yan teen sillies!

CW: barista!nonsorcerer!gn!reader, murder, creepiness

word count: 491

Yan!satoru who became a regular (and by regular i mean coming back everytime you had your shift) at the cafe you work at, nagging to take an early break so he gets to ask you all about your day. Yaga is on his ass everytime he makes a detour from his mission if it's near the cafe, but to him, it's just a cursed spirit, why can't he just take a peek on how you're doing? He'll keep up the line to blabber how jujutsu high is just too mean on him and that he doesn't deserve the mistreatment, which often leads you into pushing him out of the way. (Which is fine by him, anything is fine if you're doing it.)

Yan!suguru who isn't fond of coffee, but sucking it up because it's you we're talking about. If you're making his coffee, it's the sweetest thing ever, even if it's pure black coffee. If he's having a bad day, a simple latte you made yourself makes it the brightest day ever. He'll ask about your day and subtly persuade you to go on a date (to him, atleast) after your shift is over. What a smooth talker. Geto is also a great listener, if you're ranting to him on your break about how nagging these customers are or how you got a burn from a customer spilling coffee, he won't try to shut you up.

Yan!SatoSugu who goes shopping with you after your shift, making you try on all kinds of luxuries, all kinds of jewelry, everything. They stop by some stores with house decor too, if you like it, they'll buy it, one for you, two for them. You ask if they liked it too, they just shrug and say it feels special to them.

Yan!SatoSugu who have practically a makeshift shrine of momentos and anything you like or has your dna (Suguru got his hands on the pencil you chewed on before Gojo, Satoru is still mad at him.), with pictures of you all together, or photos of you sleeping, everything you do is cherished with love and admiration.

Yan!SatoSugu who refuse to let you near an area that they're in a mission on. Oh, this is your apartment? Too bad, cursed spirit, you can't get killed. Satoru will whine and try to get you to live in the dorms, not like Yaga would let him anyways. But it's much safer than your apartment, think of all the cursed spirits crawling there!

Yan!SatoSugu who don't let anyone get close to you, either they go missing or cutting contact with you, your friendships never last long. They're the only friends you need, why be friends with everyone else? Not to mention those people could be trying to get their way close to them, to make them let their guard down just to stab them in the back. Don't you care about their protection??

soooo cuteee!!!

dividers from official sanrio artwork

Yan!itadori and Yan!megumi!! ☆⌒(＞。≪)

a/n: I had so much fun writing this lol!! yuuji my bby!!!

CW/Tags: platonic yandere, gn!reader, nonsorcerer!reader, stalker!yuuji, stalker!megumi, candid photos, breaking and entering, Megumi, Yuuji, and reader are friends,

Word Count: 1302

…click…

Yuuji glanced at his camera, admiring your beauty, you looked so pure, even in your sleep. He was so lucky that there was a tree and a window right in view of your bedroom, it felt like your house was just asking for Itadori to take pictures.

"Did you get a good one?" Asked Megumi, now climbing down the tree branches to get on Yuuji's branch. He wasn't really fond of stakeouts like this, honestly why bother when he can just send the dogs to watch you? It's not worth the risk of falling and breaking something.

"Yup! I think this is the best one yet!" Itadori beamed as he shoved the camera in Fushiguro's face, a sound asleep, peaceful you appearing in the tiny screen. You were beautiful, no wonder you capture both of their attention. The black haired sorcerer's eyes softened at the picture, his heart throbbing with love.

"Well, then our 'mission' here is over, let's go back to the dorms. I don't want Gojo catching our ass being stalkers." Megumi grunted, grabbing Itadori's hoodie, he didn't want you to catch on either. Hearing too many rustles of the tree could lead to suspicion from the neighbors too. Too risky.

"Nooo—let's enter Y/N's houuuse!!" Yuuji whined, grasping onto the camera as he looked at Megumi with pleading eyes.

"Are you crazy?!" Fushiguro berated in response, he already had swiped some meaningless things that though didn't matter to you, mattered the world to him. One of your shirts, a hair clip, a filled notebook you had for the past 3 years or so. The boy didn't need breaking into your house, you just needed to turn your back! "There's no way we're going to break into Y/N's house—"

pick…pick…

Fushiguro grumbled curses at Itadori as he tried his best to unlock your front door, his eyes squinting at the lock, trying to see if he's doing it right. "I swear to god if we get caught…"

As soon as Megumi said that, the door unlocked. Seriously, is the writer playing games with him right now (yes, yes i am)?! He peeked at the dark place, trying his best to make the door not screech with creaking. They were both very familiar with your house, lounging around it everytime they can. You weren't a sorcerer, so you thought that Megumi's dogs symbol thingy or the way they don't really open up about their jobs was just a weird quirk of theirs.

Yuuji inhaled the scent of your house. The candle you lit a few hours ago, the dinner you cooked, and your scent. He loved your smell, whenever he gave you a bear hug he sniffed your hair, what a sacred scent. He toyed with all kinds of clutter, ignoring the fact he was supposed to be quiet.

"If you make another sound, I'll kill you. And when you somehow get brought back to life I'll kill you again." Megumi threatened lectured Yuuji, grabbing his hoodie again. He stared at the pink haired boy with piercing eyes. But deep down, he was afraid that if he got caught, he'd lose you forever.

Then, the bedroom. The domain (pun completely intended) that you resided in. Laid in a deep sleep after another day of studying. You looked like royalty in a coma, waiting for your princes to save you. Yuuji peeked over, shadowing your presence. Oh to kiss those pretty little lips and wake you.

Megumi felt that you sleeping was less than a fairytale. It was a necessity. He didn't want his darling to have bags under your eyes. To have you get behind your classes due to your lack of rest. Still, just like Yuuji, he was mesmerized by how you retained your beauty in your slumber.

You'd soon be theirs, they'll be your princes. The princes that will worship you like you're more than royalty.

this is acc one of my fav male x male reader fics!!! i love gojo in this headcanons! The fic is like top tier too!!!! 🩷

basketball player ! gojo satoru headcanons

gojo satoru x male reader

warning: short dialogue of homophobia (satoru deals with it swiftly though)

-> HE'S SO BABYGIRL IN THIS PHOTO.

basketball player ! satoru . . . who is even taller than canon because why would he be a professional basketball player and only 6'3 guys c'mon, bro has to be at least 6'6-6'8. but of course, he's not only gotten bigger, his ego did as well. add the fact that he's a good player...yeah, no one is safe from the cocky, lowkey-asshole basketball player gojo satoru. (except for you !!! because he acts like a complete and total sweetheart to you).

basketball player ! satoru . . . being so shamelessly and publically infatuated with you, his lovely, lovely, lovely boyfriend. he is always on top of you anywhere in public, makes sure you're always courtside, he needs to make sure his baby can see him.

during satoru's matches, he's always focused in. he doesn't really look at you that much and you do understand. he's trying to win, he hates losing. so he gives everything for his team to be the ones on top.

his tall figure moves cleanly across the court, making his team win more than 50% of the time. and when he scores that winning shot, he's running over to you first.

he's bulldozing through the people that are running to him because he can give less of a shit about them. his piercing blue eyes are focused in on you and only you. how your eyes are teary from how proud you are of him for making the winning shot, how high your cheeks are from that charming smile, and how your arms are already open and expectingly waiting for him.

he powers through the crowd and takes you into his arms, grinning into the skin of your neck before pulling away and proudly kissing you in front of everything and all the cameras.

the crowd loves it, the deafening screams from the stands are enough to show for that. they love how openly in love satoru is with you, how completely smitten he is.

his arms are bound around your waist and he's easily hold you up in his arms as he spins the two of you around. you're in your own world as you laugh at his antics and hold on tight to his sweaty torso to not lose balance.

"i love you, sweet boy," he whispers into your ear, looking at the cameras that are all around him with nothing but pure euphoria in his eyes. "i love you so much, couldn't have done it without you. it's all for you, all of it,"

the world can't hear him, but they can read his lips. and twitter falls in love with that moment and use it to set their expectations and standards even higher than they already were.

shoutout gojo satoru for being so obviously in love with you.

basketball player ! satoru . . . who is always photographed beside you. if this man ever comes out of his home, it's only because you're also leaving your shared home and he cannot be alone for the life of him (plus, he just wants to be near his boyfriend all the time). the fans love you guys so much because of how lovey-dovey satoru gets with you, and only you. they've never seen him be so soft for anyone else.

satoru was draped over your back, craning his head down so that his face near yours. with your drastic height difference, it definitely made some passerbys look at you two with wide eyes.

an abnormally tall man trying to shrink himself down to the height of his boyfriend. satoru's arms were hanging in front of your torso, holding your shopping bags in his slender fingers with ease.

he was giggling in your ear, watching the tiktok that was playing from your phone. it was a silly comedy video, pressing his finger to the screen to open up the comments.

and then when it was finally your turn to order your drink at the cafe, he took the phone from you and continued on watching as you ordered. you rolled your eyes at his antics, muttering under your breath about how he was just a big, ipad man-baby.

the woman at the counter took your order as calmly as she could, recognizing you and the towering figure behind you. after ordering, you wordlessly took satoru's wallet out from the bag he was holding and dropped a hefty tip into the tip jar.

after pocketing his wallet back into your pocket, you had to physically drag him from where he was standing because he was so immersed in the tiktoks on your fyp that he didn't realize that you were done ordering.

as you waited by the counter, you took note of how there was now a swarm of papparazzi crowding around the exit of the humble cafe you two were in.

taking note of the mass amounts of people, satoru looked at you with a softness he only uses with you, "do you want me to call the guys? they can clear them up for us before we leave,"

you hummed, thinking about it before nodding, "yeah, these people didn't ask for those annoying cameras to be flashing through the window like that. it's so fucking rude," satoru nodded in agreement, taking out his own phone (which looked like a toy in his huge hands) and exchanged some words with his own team of security.

by the time your coffee was finished brewing and served to you, the papparazzi were being held off by a chain of bodyguards and being held at bay so that you two could peacefully leave the cafe.

the next day, pictures of you two leaving were trending on all social media. satoru's hand was around your shoulders in all of the photos, his hand around your shoulder was protectively blocking the side of your face that was being bombarded by the blinding flashes. a scowl was on his face as he walked through the crowd to your car. he opened the door for you first, walking around the front of the expensive vehicle and flipping the cameras off one last time before getting into the driver's side and speeding off.

"i was in the cafe, trying not to freakk out beacuse oh my god gojo satoru and [name] [last name] were right in front of me. and i swear the moment gojo noticed that he was uncomfortable with the people, he called his team or whatever to get all the paps out!!"

"they're so cute, do you see how gojo is holding him so close??? ughh literally goals!"

"seeing what gojo is like on and off court is crazy, thanks [name] for showing us his soft side <3"

basketball player ! satoru . . . uses every chance he gets to talk about you when he does press conferences or interviews. lovingly calls you his "baby," "hubby," or, "handsome boy."

basketball player ! satoru . . . god forbid someone say some sneaky shit to him about his relationship with you aka his sexuality. if someone tries anything with a backhanded comment about satoru's relationship with you, they will be dealt with swiftly and colorfully (as in, he will be cursing them out with zero remorse and no hesitation). because foh with that homophobic shit, satoru has no patience for that.

"so how have you and the mister been doing, gojo? you're nearly hitting the three year mark!" a very enthusiastic reporter asked, a wide grin on their face.

and satoru felt his lips tug up in a grin at the mention of you, holding the mic carefully as he spoke, "we're doing great, yeah, uhm, we got another cat - even though i told him i wanted a dog. it's a cute addition to our little family."

his response made the reporter only more giddy, going on to ask another question regarding your homey life together, before they were cut off by a rude person in the crowd shouting, "how does it feel to be acting like a fucking bitch dating another dude?! top paid player gojo satoru takes it up the ass!? you're fucking disgusting!"

satoru's eyebrows lifted in surprise at the audacity of the person, his blue eyes scanning the crowd for who was responsible for screaming that.

"sorry, whoever that was, could you just stand up?" he asked into the mic, his once cheerful and laid back tone turning into an intimidating rumble, "c'mon, don't be a pussy, where the fuck are you?"

the security grabbed ahold of the guy and satoru visibly blanched at the sight of him.

"say that shit again to my face, let's hear it," satoru goaded the man, who was now sweating bullets. "oh, don't give me that look! do you really think i'd let you say that shit without any consequences?" a sarcastic laugh left satoru's lips, "look into all these cameras, man, you're fucking ruined. no one wants a homophobic, ugly dude representing them and their company. no, because did you really think i'd let you disrespect my man like that?"

there was a hanging silence in the room as satoru glared at the man.

"don't even think about speaking about my relationship with [name] ever again. or else, you're really fucking dead. it's not a threat, it's a promise. i'll bash your head in," satoru said, slamming the mic onto the table and walking out of the grand conference room. he didn't even flinch at the flashes of the cameras, calmly putting his signature sunglasses down to block out the blinding lights.

that day, the only thing that calmed him down was holding you in his arms. his manager had called you to the greenroom since he was giving everyone a bad attitude, unintentionally, and borderline throwing a tantrum.

when he finally got you in his hold again, he apologized for his behavior earlier.

"don't apologize to me, apologize to your team who had to deal with your bullshit before i came," you lightly scolded him, running your hand through his soft locks. "are you feeling better, though?"

"better now that you're here," he squeezed around your waist, burying his head into your neck, "much better, thank you, baby,"

basketball player ! satoru . . . has his entire social media feed just be pictures of you and what you two do together. whether it's your latest, impromptu trip to hawaii or just a picture of you two cuddling in bed, you're all over his feed. his social media just screams how in love with you he is. his fucking profile picture is of you two cuddling in bed with his jersey very subtly seen as the only thing you're wearing. before that, it was just a picture of him and you kissing that he took when you went on your anniversary trip last year. his bio is the team he plays for, his jersey number, and then a white heart next to your username as he blatantly tags you in his bio. underneath that there might be a, "happily married" with the ring emoji next to it even though you two aren't even married yet.

basketball player ! satoru . . . who would spoil you rotten with everything you ever want. why would he have all this money if not to spoil you??? he just wants to make you happy with anything he can provide, and if part of that is him dropping bands on top of bands on whatever it is you want, then so be it. he doesn't care. he's willing to spend however much he needs to keep you happy and content.

satoru's win had encouraged him to treat YOU out to a mall trip .... even though he was the one who should have been celebrated and treated out since he was the winner.

he cheesily denies that offer by saying, "i'm only a winner because i have you, baby boy, c'mon let me treat you," and then he playfully bites the lobe of your ear to distract you from teh mass amounts of money he is going to spend on you.

that day, you walk out of the mall with a whole bunch of bags (gucci, burberry, dior, prada, etc.etc.) that he's easily holding in his large hands. people notice that there is a new chain around your neck with a cute "g" and "s" charm hanging from it, refracting every bit of light that gets caught in its surface with how blinding the diamonds are. he has a matching one as well, with your initials, which he proudly shows the cameras of the papparazzi as they soon swarm you guys. then he's flipping them off again.

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you and basketball player ! satoru are a power couple that the media and fans love. any homophobic comment that reaches satoru's ears are called out and dealt with by his sharp tongue and scary, blue eyes glaring at whoever was dishing out those comments. he's a complete softy for you too and he is NOT one to shy away from that, loves showing off how happy he is with you and ONLY you.

also last bit before i go: he definitely has two photos of you in his wallet. one of them is a cute polaroid you guys took at his family's house for xmas the other is..............promiscuious.