*slight NSFW?

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.

gulp...it's renovate masterlists day...

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

Since western media (especial American) are working overtime to suppress South Africa's hearing and Yemeni voices I want you to keep these 3 points in mind:

Not 1 major American news outlet broadcasted the South Africa case hearing on Thursday, but they broadcasted Israel's case hearing, today, Friday 12/1/2024.

Yemen has repeatedly said that the Red Sea blockage is because it's following its duty to upload "Article 1 on the Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the crime of Genocide" and IS NOT to "endanger the freedom of navigation in one of the world's most vital waterways" like Biden put it, in his statement.

Gaza Strip is still under severe bombardment. Don't allow yourself to get used to it. They just bombed an entire neighborhood in Khan Yunis which is a southern city! And as of recently the electricity has gone off in a hospital because gas has ran out.

Superhero x Lackey!Reader ^_^

a/n: n/a

CW: light menton of stalking, candid photo, Aurel is literally Tamaki Suoh if he was a hero, blackmail, mention of reader trying to shoot Aurel, gn!reader

type: 2 part

credit: @sweetparty for top divider

word count: 578

"So…where's your boss's lair?" Aurel Bohm, defender of Citron City, gives you a taunting smile as he sees your surprised face. Never once you thought your secret identity would be known, especially by the hero you had to hide from a bit more than you wanted. But now you're here, with Aurel blocking your way to your next lesson, bugging you for answers.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You defend yourself, backing away as you hold on tight to your bag. "Do you always accuse citizens like this?" You asked.

You don't have to lie," Aurel says. He pulled out a photo of you from his pocket. You were carrying the same equipment his enemy used the day after. "This is you right? I know everyone, y'know, superheroes are super bonded to their city they just have to know everybody." Aurel gives an unrequested rant.

"That doesn't even look like me!" You lied. It definitely looked like you. You were still with your backpack with very flashy, recognizable pins! How did he even get the picture? It was the dead of night and it was in a discreet alley where no one even knew about! Are you seriously about to get arrested, or worse, executed for being an accomplice, when you're getting your degree?!

"I'm not gonna punish ya or anything…" Aurel sighed. He was stalking making sure you were safe and just happened to see you delivering supplies to his arch nemesis! He ain't mad at you, he's proud! His darling is actually smart and helping the villain in return to pay their tuition? He just loves your brain! "I have a moral code, y'know?"

"Does your moral code include being blind?" You say. "Look- I don't know what sick game you're playing but I need to get to class."

Aurel sighs again, he should've known you'd be stubborn. "I'm not tellin' the cops," He says, though it barely comforts you. "Buuut.... I'll keep your identity secret if you go on an itty, bitty date with me."

"What?!" You exclaim. You're being blackmailed—by the hero. Ironic. It's starting to be hard not to turn yourself in to the police. "I thought heroes didn't blackmail innocent citizens."

"But you're not innocent," Aurel points out. "But I guess if you want the police to know you've been helping the chaos around this city I can—"

"No," You interrupt. Being dead or arrested would seriously delay your degree. "What kinda date?" There's no way in hell you're going somewhere private for this creep's date! What if he actually kills you for interfering with his plans? You've seen once or twice how he acts with some minor villains! Mostly because you were near the area and he didn't want you hurt but we don't talk about that hahaha

"Dinner date," He responds. "I must warn you though the mask stays on, can't have you spilling my identity to your boss, though I am flattered you wanted to see my face, for I am thedefenderofcitroncitythemostamazingherotoeverexistanddefinitelymosthandsometoo-"

"Stop...just stop," You mutter, thinking you've definitely lost a few braincells. "I'll go, but you will never bother me again after this." At least you can try and fake a persona so you seem innocent and off the suspect list atleast.

"Wonderful decision," Aurel says. He's trying so hard not to fall on the floor and roll over with girlish giggles that you said yes. To just spill all the things he loves about you like how cute you look when you try to shoot him, or when you chained him up that one time! He never felt so flustered! "It's all my treat, and I'll even pick you up myself."

Of course you just had to attract the attention of the most annoying hero of all time. Who is making lovey-dovey eyes at you right now. Who, unknowingly to you, takes the same classes as you (you're in different majors but he can pull strings). Of course. Just your luck when you want to be a little evil but still want a degree.

hope you enjoyed <3!

yan!stalker! ▼・ᴥ・▼

a/n: next week is going to be super cool trust

cw : stalking, paranoia, gn!reader, bribery, gaslighting, creepiness

credits to @viniknp

yan!stalker who is an absolute loser. skinny, frail, barely takes care of himself. he didn't really care, until you acknowledged him. it was a simple hi as you went to your friends. and his heart was hit with cupid's arrow.

okay, so maybe it is overkill to change his major to yours. maybe it's overkill when he blackmails your current partner. and maybe, just maybe, it's overkill when he follows you home. he can see how you look paranoid, but really, he's doing you a favor!

besides, you shouldn't be alone anyways! what if some guy hits on you? what then? he's not that good at fighting!! well he could ask his dad for some money for a hitman- but that takes too long!!!

yan!stalker is surprisingly good at bribery. his wet sorry cat look works well on people. which is why he managed to be partners with you for your project. and why he's managed to keep frat boys away from you. who knew beer and some fake ids were just what it took???

doesn't matter, yan!stalker is officially partners with you...for the project. you keep avoiding him like the plague if it's not about it. he's really friendly! that figure in the distance following you wasn't him! memo: be less noticeable

he tries to make more small talk. you don't seem interested, changing the subject to the project once again. who cares about this stupid project?!!! he can pay for an A! he suggests his house to study in, you recommend the library. WHY ARE YOU SO ANNOYING!!!

no, he can't get mad right now. just agree, and then he can clear things up. he just needs to get closer to you. soothe that...paranoia. and you'll see him as a friend, and then boyfriend, and then fiance, and then-

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ reblog if using , credit me if use !

Hello First timer here , May I humbly request for Yandere Nanami Kento wherein their SO tries to escape but they are very sick so they barely went far.

of course! thank you for your request!

Overtime.

a/n: sorry this was short, I don't know how to write nanami well

cw: sick!gn!reader, kidnapping, tying up, escape, yan!nanami

word count: 321

What a pain, Nanami thought as he walked the forest with little to no concern, he knew you weren't going far, not when your bones betray you every chance they get. You had far less stamina than him, not to mention you weren't even a sorcerer, you probably thought you outsmarted him for escaping when he's at work. How stupid.

Your feet felt like they were going to crush, your lungs barely capable of keeping up with the amount of oxygen you needed. No, get away. Even if you cough up blood, it's better than being with that monster. You still remember when your life was stripped away of freedom, when that blonde man you thought was rather odd knocked you out in a fell swoop.

Crack.

Thud.

No. No. No. No. Get up, was what your brain told your muscles, to get up and reach the city. Crawl. Your hands gripped the grass, dragging yourself in the dark forest. You can't let your life be wasted like this, to be some weirdo's (not really, he treats you like royalty and respects your space) darling. The city lights are so bright. So, so comforting.

"There you are." Nanami muttered behind you, you looked back. You were barely close to escaping, the city's lights were just false hope.

You kick, you scream, your eyes almost tearing up with denial that he found you. That your plan was shattered in mere seconds, your legs felt like bricks, bricks that weighed tons.

"Stop moving so much, you're gonna get worse." The blonde chided, easily picking you up by the scruff of your shirt, like you were nothing but a simple nuisance to be dealt with.

"Open wide." You did the opposite, refusing to eat the curry rice that looked so delicious. "You're not gonna be able to escape if you don't eat. If you do, I'll let you out of the cuffs." He bargained, offering a spoonful of curry into your mouth. Reluctantly, you ate.

Nanami didn't need your reassurance though, all he needed was for your body to betray itself once again. It was a two-on-one here.

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.