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niki-phoria · 1 month

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⋆｡°✩ YOU LOOK SO PRETTY / PRETTY LIKE THE SUN

sweet moments with fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), first jjk reaction post !! this was so hard to write ngl, header from pinterest, title from tom odell - black friday

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI is in love with you.

dusk is filled with golden rays and city lights. you walk side-by-side with megumi in a comfortable silence. these quiet moments with you had always been rare but cherished moments - a small amount of time when you both could finally breathe.

years of fighting curses had taken its toll on you. with death always just one wrong move away, megumi had grown accustomed to cherishing the little moments with you: when you made him coffee in the morning before he woke up; when you waited at his bedside after he was injured in a fight; when you forcefully put some of your food on his plate after noticing that he wasn’t eating enough.

megumi had never grown up with a view of a real romantic relationship - all of his experience came from side plots in manga and being dragged into watching movies with yuuji - but he was smart enough to realize why his heart beat so fast around you. why he blushed so easily when your hand brushed against his. why he desperately wanted more.

megumi stops when you pause in your steps, stretching out your shoulders. a content sigh escapes you as you look out towards the shore. “the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” you say, your eyes trained on the hues of pink and blue filling the sky.

megumi glances at the skyline, only taking in the sight momentarily before he turns back to you. all the beautiful things he’s heard about “golden hour” seem to come true. the sun peeks out from behind various buildings, illuminating your silhouette. you softly smile as you look up at the clouds above.

“yeah,” he smiles; his gaze remains trained on you. “beautiful.”

fushiguro megumi is in love with you. now, he just has to tell you.

ITADORI YUUJI is - surprisingly - not a bad cook. over his months at jujutsu high, he had become the unofficial chef in the dorms. so when you fell ill, it was no surprise when he took on the responsibility of nursing you back to health.

your body is little more than a mound of blankets when yuuji creeps into your room; a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. he moves with the utmost care as he makes his way across the room before setting the bowl down on your bedside table. despite your puffy eyes and red-tipped nose he smiles, reaching up to push a stray strand of hair away from your face.

you stir awake at his touch before slowly blinking up at him. “hi y/n,” yuuji whispers. “feeling any better?”

he receives a groan in response. “i feel like death,” you rasp out.

yuuji reaches over, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. “you’re still really warm,” he mumbles. “i don’t think your fever has gone down at all.”

his cheeks flush slightly when you reach over, taking his hand into your own. your skin is overly warm and slightly clammy, but yuuji doesn’t mind. instead, he intertwines your hands together.

“here,” he says, using his free hand to hold up a spoonful of the soup he made. “try it. maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

the metal spoon burns your tongue and the broth is a little too salty, but it soothes your throat all the same. “thank you,” you murmur. “it’s delicious.”

yuuji simply smiles brightly, holding out yet another spoonful for you. “of course.”

“do you know japanese sign language?”

INUMAKI TOGE stares at you with wide eyes, surprised by your sudden question. it shouldn’t have been all that surprising, but it was something no one had bothered to ask before.

finally, after a short period of silence, he nods. “salmon.”

toge had grown accustomed to being left out. even while around the most supportive people, he often found himself struggling to be heard - both literally and metaphorically. after all, it was difficult to communicate with others through origini ingredients.

that didn’t make it any less hurtful, though.

you smile brightly, hesitantly signing along to your words as you speak. “i’ve been practicing a little. i wanted to surprise you.”

toge’s face flushes; his jacket does little to hide the way his blush spreads across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. your movements are a little sloppy and you’re clearly nervous, but he doesn’t comment on it. no one had ever put in this much effort to speak to him before. to not only listen, but understand what he means.

“thank you,” he signs in return. he pauses for a second, hesitating slightly before he continues. “i love you.”

“i don’t think i know that one.” toge simply smiles, leaning in to pull you into a kiss. he’ll tell you what it means soon enough. but for now, his flushed cheeks and soft smile tell you everything he means to say.

the safest place in the world is within OKKOTSU YUUTA’S arms. you can’t remember when it became a routine for the two of you. he would return home and immediately seek you out; his fingers curl around your waist and tug you closer until your back reaches his chest.

a soft sigh escapes his lips as he rests his chin against your shoulder. the pieces of your bodies fit together like a puzzle - from the way yuuta intertwines his fingers with your own to how seamlessly his arms wrap around you.

messy strands of ink black hair brush against the side of your neck when yuuta nuzzles himself even closer against you. his breath ghosts against your shoulder as he leans down, pressing a few lazy kisses over the fabric of your shirt. “i missed you.”

“i missed you, too.” your fingertips trace along little cuts and deep bruises decorating yuuta’s hands. “do they hurt?”

he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. it feels trivial to be in pain over such minor injuries, but yuuta has never been the best liar. “only a little,” he murmurs.

you frown slightly, raising your intertwined hands up to your lips. the soft kisses you press against the fresh wounds leave him breathless. with a flushed face and a soft smile, yuuta presses a chaste kiss against your cheek in return. “thank you.”

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unorthodoxfaithxx · 3 months

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Yandere JJK - Yuta Okkotsu

When you leave for a month long mission without telling your close friend and maybe crush, Yuuta. You come back and he’s cracked.

It’d been two months since you left on a mission, only now being able to return back to Japan. When you arrived home to your shared apartment, you had expected a warm welcome from your kind and courteous friend, Yuuta. You imagined he’d tell you, “Welcome home,” ask how your trip was, and offer to make dinner like he usually did on days he felt adventurous enough to cook. The two of you lived pretty harmoniously together, both being capable sorcerers with similar demeanors and all.

What you didn’t expect was to be shoved against the wall of the flat’s narrow hallway kabedon style, body pressed flush against your roommate’s, who had a look on his face like he hadn’t been sleeping for weeks and just found out the cure to his insomnia was something ridiculously simple, bordering on relief and hysteria.

“Where. Have you been.” He practically growled, your heart beating at an odd pace since he was barely an inch away from your face.

“Uhnn, on a mission. But great news-I’m back home and won’t be working for a bit, aha?” You broke eye contact, unable to withstand the cold intensity of his dark eyes.

“And you left without telling me? Without telling anyone?”

“Well, to be fair it was a secret mission! It wasn’t to be disclosed and even then I knew it’d only make you worry and you’d probably end up trying to tag along somehow. I didn’t want to distract you from your work, Yu.”

Your explanation didn’t do much to help calm his nerves. You could tell he was obviously worked up, he was breathing hard, his arms were shaking, and his newfound grip on your shoulders was soul crushing. You knew your friend was strong, but the fact that you couldn’t move at all from your position was impressive.

“So you just up and left? That’s not fair,” His languid voice spoke with quiet rage. He was never one to raise his voice, not even now. “You don’t get to decide that. What if you had died? What if something happened and nobody from home knew anything about it? Would you be okay with leaving everyone behind? Leaving me?”

“No…I mean…I wouldn’t want that. I mean hey, I’m here! We’re good now, right? I’m fine! We’re fine.” You said this last part with no confidence, “…Are we?”

Yuuta took a step back, staring at the wall next to you because he couldn’t stand to look at you. “No. We’re not.”

He let you go, moving to turn back to his room. You grabbed his shoulder. “Hey-wait! I know you’re upset. I would be too. But please, don’t ignore me. I was so lonely on my own, now that I’m back I…well, is it too selfish to say I want you by my side? I missed you a lot.” Your abandonment issues were about to be the death of you.

“You trampled on my feelings, completely disregarding how I’d feel, and now you want pity?”

You deflated. “No. Just. I just want you. I’m sorry for hurting you, Yuta. I didn’t mean it, really.”

A minute of silence passed you both. You felt like you were about to cry. You sniffled. “I really am sorry.”

He stared at the ground, muttering a soft curse before looking back at you, slowly opening his arms. He sighed. “I can never stay mad at you. I missed you too. C’mere.”

And you nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. His scowl broke, turning into an ever so slight smile.

Coming home wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

You thought the two of you were cool and were about to offer to order take-out when he threw you over his shoulder, went to his room, and threw you on the bed, locking the door promptly behind him.

“Uhhhh, Yuuta?” You asked. “Watcha doing?”

He chuckled darkly. “You confessed to me before your mission, right? And then you bolted before I could even respond. Well, I’ve had a lot of time to think about how I should reply in the past months you were gone. And this is my response.”

Your face grew red. How could you have forgotten about that?

He crawled on the bed after you, leering over you like a tiger would its prey.

“I love you. More than anything in the world. And when I noticed you left and had no idea when you’d be back, or if you’d come back at all? I thought I’d go crazy. It took everything in me to not kill the elites that ordered you on the mission and drag you back home myself.” He had you caged between his arms again, voice dropping to something thick and heavy at his next words, “I decided that when you came back, if you ever came back, I wouldn’t let you go anymore. I want you by my side forever. And even then forever’s no where near enough.”

“Quite the romantic, are you big guy?”

He smirked at that. “I’ve had enough time to study up on the type of guys you like.” You shivered when you felt his lips glide across your neck, a rough hand slowly sneaking up your stomach, beneath your clothes.

“You’re mine tonight. And forever.”

Tonight was going to be a loooooooong night.

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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I GOT WHAT YOU NEED — yuta okkotsu x male reader

w.c: 2.1k

WARNING: jealousy, semi-public sex, praise, degradation, finger sucking, kissing, doggy-style, creampie, undepicted aftercare, possessiveness, exhibitionism

a/n: they are not highschoolers!! jjh is a college in this:)

There’s something about the high blush on the apples of his cheeks that makes people believe he’s vulnerable. Maybe it’s the curve of them, the way his naturally wide eyes blink. Maybe it’s his timid nature, the way he carries himself alongside his peers. Sure, he doesn’t exactly exude confidence, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t. In fact, Yuta is confident in his abilities, he understands his limits. He understands intentions.

So when he sees you, his pretty boyfriend speaking to a few guys, he sees red. He knows there’s probably nothing malicious brewing in their minds, but he recognizes those looks. The lingering gazes, eyes stuck on your lips as you smile and laugh, subconsciously leaning forward. His perfect boyfriend, too popular for his own good. You have a habit of breaking people down, seeing past their exteriors and embracing them from the inside out. Clearly, you’ve gotten to these delinquents.

He hates it.

Yuta likes to keep to himself. He keeps his hands to himself, stuck in his pockets or to his side, you won’t catch him latching onto anyone, even on a good day. So why does he want to touch you so badly? The men are handsome, he can admit that, with slim faces and piercing eyes. He’s not insecure, Yuta knows you love him, he knows you only want him. But the lines are blurring, everyone’s just too close, too shameless— had he not made it known you were taken, perhaps? That you belonged to someone already?

His mood is souring, eyes narrowed into slits as he bristles. It irks him. The closeness, the leaning in, the trailing eyes, the hands reaching for what’s his. Yuta’s never been this bold before, stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets as he walks over, pushing past the small crowd until he gets to you.

If your face wasn’t bright then it certainly is now, twinkling in the sunlight as you grin at him, all pearly teeth and plump lips. He wants to kiss that dumb look right off your face, press his lips against yours until you’re breathless and ditzy. He wants to show you off, his boyfriend. No one else’s.

Then there’s an arm digging into your waist. It certainly isn’t his, clearly belonging to an individual much older than him. Much more bold. Heat bubbles in his veins, straight through the ones protruding in his forearms, cascading into his bloodstream. Some nerve. He’s sure you can hear his teeth grinding, with the way you wince at him as they dig into his gums. It’s clear you’re uncomfortable, just too kind to say anything.

“What?” His voice is mocking, he stares at Yuta through the bridge of his nose, but it’s more like a glance. As if he’s not worth the eye contact. “He’s busy.”

“C’mon,” It’s clear he’s talking to you, but his eyes are glued on the man trying to pull you in closer. Yuta’s vision swims, his strong hand clasped right over the stranger’s to squeeze until it hurts, searing hot pain in his wrist as he tears his arm away from your waist. He wishes there were more, more screams of pain, more evidence that it hurt, but all he gets is a clenched fist and an equally clenched jaw. “I want to teach you a new training technique.”

The walk around campus was tense. The air was thicker than blood, despite being outside. Yuta lugged you along, squeezing your hand when you trail too far behind. Truthfully, you didn’t expect him to hold your hand. Not in public, anyway, his warm palms clasped over your own was almost sweet. Whatever it was, it’s enough to make you smile, knees turning to jello as he dragged you toward an empty space between buildings.

“Yuta? Are you—”

“Whose are you?” You nearly trip over your feet, jaw going slack as Yuta pulls you into the alleyway, pressing your back against the cold building walls. He’s dead serious, eyes blazing as he holds you by your shoulders, breath panning over your face. You blink. Once, twice, again.

Whose are you?

“Yours, I’m… Only yours,” The sincerity lacing your voice nearly breaks his resolve, the furrow of his brow briefly dropping because you’re just that sweet. His sweet boy. “Always.”

“Did he touch you anywhere else?” He asks, already unbuttoning your shirt to inspect your bare body, warm hands tracing the skin until you’re squirming. Sly bastard. You shake your head, wary of your voice, by now it’s surely not trustworthy. Yuta tilts his head, a small smile spreading across his face as his thumbs brush your nipples, tutting when the silky skin hardens beneath the pads of his fingers. “Here? Seems sensitive… Did he bruise you?”

An animalistic sound leaves the back of his throat, surprising the both of you. Just the mere thought of someone touching you, hurting you, leaving a mark on you… He growls. Yuta’s hands are quick to pull your pants down to your ankles, watching the fabric fall until it’s bunched up and holding your legs together.

“Nobody else’s,” He repeats, pulling your cock free to fist at the head, marveling when precum immediately beads at the tip. Your gasp is just as sweet as you, hands shooting out from your sides to grip his wrist, knees buckling under the weight of his iron grip around your cock. “This cock too, right? So pretty, isn’t it? Whose is it?”

“Yours, yours,” Your head is swimming, nails digging into your boyfriend's wrist as he twists his fist along your shaft, steady and tantalizingly slow. You feel yourself clench the second he spits down on your cock, lubing it up to pump faster and faster, until you can’t tell your pants apart from the wet, rhythmic squelching of spit and precum. The head is so sensitive, twitching in Yuta’s grasp as he lets out a breathy chuckle, locking eyes with you. “S’all.. all yo—urs!”

He nods in approval, swatting your wrists away so he can thumb your slit, circling the precum at your tip with his thumb. He lets go, briefly tasting you on his tongue before hooking his thumb into your mouth, letting you have a taste too. You hum around it, eyes blinking rapidly when he presses it against your tongue, moving it deeper into your mouth until you’re almost gagging. Your complaint comes out gurgled, but it’s obvious you’ve let out a frustrated, “Yuta!”

“Need you to cum for me,” His Aegean eyes are full of warmth, despite the last remnants of dark circles resting beneath them. Your boyfriend has always been so cute, under a different circumstance you’d have kissed him silly. “Can you do that for me? Make this pretty cock cum while I feed this hole my cock? Huh?”

Maybe you relied on the cute part a bit too much.

“Uh-huh,” You nod, twirling yourself around on shaky legs. You’re not sure how long you have, soon it’d be time to get home before they start kicking students out of public areas that aren’t the library. Yuta’s hands ghost your waist, careful to catch you in case you fall. But you don’t, instead arching your back toward him until he’s digging his nails into the soft surface of your ass, hard enough to leave indents on the skin. You shiver. “I can— I can do that. For you.”

“Goood boy,” His hands are back on your dick, enveloping it with an overwhelming amount of warmth until you’re drooling onto your arm, hips rutting into his palms. Your hips move so you can fuck into it, cock throbbing so hard you start to wail. It’s too much, the hands relentlessly pumping your cock, the squelching in your ears, Yuta’s teeth nipping at your earlobe while his hardon presses against your ass. He sighs straight into your ear, open mouthed and breathy, feeling your cock jump in his hands. nearly out his hand. You can hear his smile in his voice, body rocking to and fro as he slides his clothed erection between your cheeks. “My good boy.”

His fingers end up finding your mouth again, pressing against your lips until you swallow them down, sputtering all over them as you moan and whine. He has to shut you up somehow, keep you from alerting anyone who may walk by. Keep those cute sounds you make to himself.

The sound of his zipper falls on deaf ears, had it not been for the weight against your rim you wouldn’t have noticed it. You wish you could see it, the dusted brown head of his cock sliding down the space between your asscheeks, wet with precum and— oh, did he just spit on your hole? — saliva. The trail dribbling off his cock must look obscene, and part of you wants to pull away and catch it in your mouth before it can go to waste.

“Ahh, look! Your sloppy hole is drooling on my dick,” He sounds just amazed as you do aroused, your ass fluttering around air as he slaps his cock against your tight rim. If he could just push, impale you on his dick already and bounce you on his cock. “But this isn’t really your hole, is it?”

“Uh-uh,” You sound like a broken record, but it’s all you can say as your mind starts to fog and your brain feels floaty. “S’yours, Yuta. Belongs t’you.”

Your rambling is cut short by the stretch of his cock, longer than it is thick, but enough to make you feel worn out and thoroughly stretched open nonetheless. Yuta goes back to shushing you, pushing himself deeper inside, inch by inch. He could cum now if he focuses too hard on it, on your gooey walls gripping him like a vice. On the spit pooling at his shaft. On your eager efforts to thrust for him, your ass jiggling as you wiggle on his dick.

But that’s not all, it’s the approaching footsteps. The gradually rising voices. The familiar ones from earlier, at that.

Fuck.

He just can’t help himself, pistoning his hips into yours until he hears that delicious clap of his balls against the back of your thighs. Sweat gathers at his brow, Yuta’s free hand bunching up the fabric of your unbuttoned shirt so he can hold it up and watch your hole take his cock like it was made for it. It’s hard to suppress his own groans, a pure erupting from his throat when the realization slowly enters your eyes, slow and delayed because you were too focused on getting fucked silly by his throbbing dick.

“Keep crying like that and the whole school will know all it takes for you to be happy is some dick.”

Your eyes roll back, slutty and shameless as he pulls you closer, getting his cock inside you as deep as he possibly can.

“Don’t want everyone to know how sweet my pussy feels around a cock, do we?” His grunts spark electricity straight down to your cock, which twitches and jumps against your tummy until your toes curl, warmth rallying in your stomach. “S’right, it’s mine. And it’s gonna cum for me.”

He can’t make out what you’re saying, not when his thrusts cut you off every time and his fingers are stroking your warm, wet tongue. Your thighs tremble, finally giving out, as you fall back on Yuta’s cock. He smiles, holding you close until his thrusts are choppy and rushed, voice raspy as you gag on his fingers. You shoot at the same time, his cum reaching deep inside you, thick, creamy ropes of cum leaking out your sensitive, used hole.

Maybe it was the excitement of it all, the thrill of nearly getting caught while you were getting pummeled within an inch of your life. Maybe it was Yuta’s words, driving you crazy and emptying your brain. You’re not sure, but it has you spraying hard against both your stomach and the wall, dollops of cum sticking to your shirt and trailing down your abdomen.

Everything is fuzzy. Your brain, your hearing, your sense of touch. You can barely register Yuta pulling out with a hiss, or the way he gently peppers kisses across your face until he reaches your lips, but you’re absentmindedly melting into the plush skin with no complaints. Beneath it all, though, you can see the way your boyfriends aegean eyes brighten in admiration, his pink lips moving in what you assume is the sentence:

“Wow…you’re too cute..”

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xavviquz · 4 months

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♦︎ subby!bf who cant help his sex drive ♦︎ !NSFW!

warnings // !!MDNI!! sub!bf x amab!reader, edging, anal sex, praise, degrading, nicknames like whore, slut, ect. might be mentioned, i did NOT proofread

notes // my first time ever writing stuff like this so feel free to leave suggestions and bits of advice! please be nice with me. ☺︎ wc: 320

although your boyfriend is sweet and warmhearted, he always wants you. around him, or in him it didn’t matter. when he’d have a hard on in public, he’d grasp on your hand, pressing on his crotch.

you shook your head, looking back at the other. you knew he was hard yet you never did it in public. not even in the bathrooms or in the dressing rooms just for a quick blow. you always made him wait patiently because you knew he’d be whimpering and whining for forgiveness for doing that in public the second you get home.

your boyfriend is completely helpless under you. each time when you have him practically fucked out of his mind and begging on his knees. even with such harsh treatment, he always seemed to beg and beg for more. and who were you to refuse such a messy, cute, fucked up face?

you gripped onto his hair, your cock thrusting in and out of your boyfriends ass like your life depended on it. usually when it was a persons first time, they’d be greated with bliss and soft pleasure. but all your little boyfriend wanted was you to manhandle him. he wanted to make sure his only thought was you and that monster inbetween your legs.

“god you’re such a whore f’me..” you tugged on his hair, pulling him up to your level. drool was dripping down from his chin and onto the white bedsheets that were once perfectly clean. now, they were stained with his orgasms and your cum.

as he gripped onto the sheets, practically begging you to stop and that hes had enough, you just couldnt. he just went through with a dry orgasm, but somehow that wasnt enough for you. “mmphf.. pplh- ease! nn’ more..”

such pathetic whines that were soft music to your ears.

“goodboy.. just take a little more, yeah? you can handle just a few more minutes.”

// - gojo, choso, sunday, nuevillette, yuuta

☺︎ xavviquz 2024 - do not copy, repost, or modify

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anime-fan-05 · 16 days

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Jujutsu Kaisen ~You play with their hair 1st part~

Manga/anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Warnings: slight spoilers of Getou's past

The request is here and second part is here.

Itadori Y.

He absolutely loves it

Whenever he can, he lies with his head on your lap and looks at you with sparkling eyes which beg you to stroke his hair

When you play with his hair, there's a high chance he'll fall asleep

Sometimes, he relaxes so much Sukuna can take over his body, but he won't do anything to hurt you if you keep playing with his hair, and he'll literally purr like a cat when you do that

He hates when Sukuna takes control over his body because that stops him from fully enjoying the feeling of your hands on his scalp

Fushiguro M.

The first time you touched his hair, he literally jumped away like a cat does when you turn on the vacuum cleaner near it

At first he hated when you stroked his hair because he didn't like that made him feel soft inside

However, over time he began to appreciate it

He's currently a real tsundere: he pretends to hate it, but he actually loves when you play with his hair

If you stop stroking his hair, he'll glare at you until you get the message and do that again ("Ne, 'Gumi, if you want me to continue, you just have to tell me!" "Shut up.")

Kugisaki N.

The first time you played with his hair, he started cooing at you and hugging you

When you're at home, he always rests his head on your thighs while you're playing with his hair

Nevertheless, when you're in public, he refuses to let you touch his hair

What he loves most about his day is the moment when he lies on top of you, who are lying down either on the sofa or in bed, while you cuddle him and stroke his hair

In fact, he currently demands you give him at least half an hour of hair stroking after a long day full of missions

Inumaki T.

Like Yuuji, he too loves it

He especially likes to receive your caresses early in the morning, when you two are still in bed, tangled in the sheets

He sometimes tries to reciprocate your actions by combing your hair and playing with it, and he'll be very happy if you allow him to do so

He often asks you to play with his hair, even if he's a little embarrassed to write you a message or on a piece of paper

In fact, every time he wants it, even if you're in public, he pulls the sleeve of your shirt or jacket to get your attention ("Tsuna, tsuna!" "What's up, Toge? Oh, do you want me to play with your hair?" "Shake.")

Okkotsu Y.

He didn't particularly like it, but not due to the sensations it caused him: only because he got extremely shy, red and stammering when you started running your hands through his hair

Indeed, the first time you touched his hair, he blushed heavily and started to stutter and tremble slightly

However, he really wanted to work up the courage to ask you to play with his hair, because he felt really good when you did that

So, one day, while you were at home together, he took your hand and, all red in his face, he asked you that

Currently, he's found a little courage, although he still blushes when he asks you to stroke his hair

If you didn't remember or know, 'shake' (salmon) is the word used by Toge to assert and 'tsuna' or 'tsuna, tsuna' (tuna) to attract attention.

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despairots · 6 months

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#𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌: YUTA OKKOTSU.

「 yuta okkotsu x male! reader 」

GENRE: fluff, just fluff :3 oh, and like a REALLY quick makeout but its really just fluff, i think a bit of angst tho?

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, violence, r! helps yuta with his injuries, i have no idea what the plot is anymore, r! is like kyouka from bsd and has her ability “demon snow”, rika doesnt like r! that much :,(, “demon snow” is somewhat like rika, so rika - yuta and “demon snow” - r!

AUTHORS: stop. changing. themes. *holds me by the throat and shakes me* no but seriously the more i change it the more i have to change my layout which i do NOT want anyways happy furina day!!! we luv u queen

there’s something that makes people believe you just lack emotions. maybe it’s the you didn’t react to people’s insult, or maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re always in a daze. yeah, you don’t exactly have anything going on in your head and yes, you’re always in a daze but somewhat, you’ve always gave off this rebellious energy, like something was attached to you that’s radiating this energy off.

so when yuta saw a curse behind you while assisting him, he wondered if that was the thing that was radiating off the rebellious energy from your “jellyfish aura” that his other friends would call it. just knowing you hid something below the facade you upheld was admirable, you always had this look that made people think your mind was somewhere else when you are aware.

and the way your voice shouted commands for your curse while you still held that alluring look before you switched your attention to him and helped him up when the enemy was being distracted by your curse, all he could do was stare when you asked if he was injured.

he knew rika didn’t like you holding him so carefully and— oh? you’re so close — making sure he didn’t fall to the ground while the both of you ran from the area. now, he’s watching you patch up his wounds so delicate that he’s convinced you’re afraid that you might hurt him.

yuta doesn’t know if he should speak, ask if you’re okay when he’s the one clearly injured, ask about the ring that’s on a necklace and dangling around your neck. he wonders if you were almost like him, that explains why he was so drawn to you. maki, inumaki and panda (plus gojo) already picked up that you caused him to be rather flustered.

the first time you two met was when yuta was first introduced to you. you had officially came back from your trip and his friends had wanted to throw you a party since they haven’t seen you in awhile. his friends often described you to be somewhat like a jellyfish, he was a tad bit confused by the wording but he understood when you walked into the classroom.

“welcome back, [name]!”

“kelp.”

you just had this look in your eyes when panda scooped you up and hugged you, the way one of your eyes closed when panda smushed your cheeks together and the small— and very unnoticeable — smile on your face when you realized you were missed made him blush.

“this is yuta, he’s new, so try not to overwhelm him. he’s delicate.” maybe when maki had said that, you started to treat him like some doll. always making sure your touches weren’t harming his already injured skin— and he could technically feel rika fuming — with the focused look on your face.

the one thing bugging him was the ring. were you already married or did you dedicate your life to someone else? although, he sounded awfully like a hypocrite right now. he was wearing the ring rika had given him.

“… what’re you thinking about?”

that was the first time he had heard you spoken in such a quiet, yet calm and alluring, tone towards him specifically. he was once told that you didn’t talk a lot and always kept to yourself, only allowing yourself to talk when on the battlefield.

he was shocked nonetheless, the tone of your face had caused him to jump a little and his cheeks to flare up. what should he say in this? should he tell the truth and ask if you were married? but you probably already figured that out by how hard he was staring at the ring.

“oh. um… are you married?” yuta asked timidly, averting his gaze to the ground, hearing the chair scrap and he’s wondering if the question was too insensitive. you only got up to dim the lights as a headache was starting to form before you sat back down infront of yuta.

you grabbed ahold of his cheek and turned to face it towards you, “are you?” you had shot the question back to him and let go of his cheeks, feeling his cheeks heat upon the hand on his cheek. yuta knew you were gesturing to the ring on his finger and he didn’t know how to respond.

he was married but at the same time he wasn’t, he’d seem unfaithful to rika but everytime you touched him, protected him, and now, talking to him, he blushed. and you had picked that up rather quickly.

you hummed, hands wrapping around the ring and looking down at your lap, “i was. he died though.” the way you said it so casually had caught him off guard, but your situation was similar to him aswell. yuta picked up the way your hand tightened around the ring as he stared down at his, fiddling it around his ring finger.

“the cursed spirit that’s always around you. what’s her name?” he looked back at you, blinking and suddenly, you just looked… too unrealistic? was that the right weird to describe you? “her name’s rika.” and you smiled. his heart started to pound against his rib cage when you held a soft smile, “you’d love her no matter what form, huh?”

he wondered if you were rika if she was a male and your sentence made sense to him. now, he wondered about your cursed spirit, “what about yours?” “yuta.” hearing his name come out your lips had him confused, were you trying to tell him that you didn’t wanna speak about it or—

“oh. oh!”

the cursed spirit was named yuta. you weren’t trying to call out his name, you were trying to tell him that the cursed spirt’s name was his name. you lightly smiled amusingly at his reactions, “i don’t think rika likes me very much… nor do i think yuta likes you.” it seemed that way. yuta could feel rika wanted to kill you and you could feel “yuta” glaring daggers at the boy infront of you.

turns out you two were the same.

you stood up from your chair before bending down to yuta’s height and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. were you trying to die? did you want yuta to die?! no. honestly enough. like yuta, you would’ve loved your cursed spirit no matter the form aswell.

“i like you, yuta.” it was a simple confession yet yuta’s face blew up into red, hearing you walk away. “ah! w-wait!” he had grabbed your wrist and turned you around, wrapping his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck before muttering words that made the tension from your shoulders to relax.

“i… i like you too, [name].” he pulled away and softly placed his lips onto yours. your hands reaching up to cradle his cheeks as yuta backed you up to a desk and helped you sit on top of it before going back to kissing you.

he was a good kisser considering the fact he has never kissed anyone before… well, technically, not a human being.

you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips until it disconnected when your hand was brought up to your mouth and oh, was that blush he saw? were blushing because of him? so cute.

“i don’t think they liked that very much..”

oh right!

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rayrayline · 4 days

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Authors' Note - Maki, Toge and Yuta are currently the second years that took the test (and passed) for the acting academy. Toge is working part time as a gamer and is lessening his time on it. Thank you so much for the reblogs and likes y'all gave♥️♥️!! (P.S - I wanna make a playlist ngl, should i?)

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tinytreatsworld · 1 year

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SIMULATOR

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, clinginess, possessiveness, elements of mild delusional thinking, worshipping r.), established relationship, pet names + name-calling (slut), drooling + begging + crying, mild power imbalance, mention of light subspace

dubious consent (dubcon), elements of consensual noncon [fantasy, talk], faking an orgasm, detailed descriptions of yuuta's genitals, referring to the vagina as "he/him", sex marathon, heavy petting, rough treatment (biting g., light hair pulling r.), dirty talk + possessive talk, unprotected sex / breeding [talk], genitals worship (g.), oral sex (g.), fingering (g.), multiple orgasms + hyperstimulation (g.), praise + degrading praise (g.)

WRITING STYLE: drabble, ±3000 words; referencing yuuta's genitals as 'dick' / 'cock', 'labia' / 'lips', 'hole' + 'cum', 'juice'

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, dark!reader implied, dark!yuuta okkotsu implied, trans guy yuuta okkotsu implied [?]

NOTE: attempt number five; I apologize to all the treats who have to put up with me (⊃ω⊂)

The absence of climax was not a rare completion — sometimes it was not even a goal, sometimes you were just exhausted to continue “making love”, in other cases you pressed tightly against each other, squeezing, rubbing your thigh between his legs, or allowing him to rub against you just to be closer and tighter, looking not for sexual satisfaction, but physical 'discharge’, obsessively trying to get rid of any empty space between you to become something unified, clinging to the skin with nails and fangs to feel the beating of another heart, craving more intimacy than pleasure.

Yuuta loved it when you didn’t bring him to orgasm, making him to whine and feverishly cling to you, refusing to satisfy him until he fulfills your conditions and confirms his status as your good boy, taking care that you cum before him. After all, you knew how important it was for him to be a pleasure giver, and you preferred to go along with it, indulging, — or just taking advantage of his puppy-like nature when he looked with huge doe eyes with adoration, knowing that you are enjoying yourself because of him and are more than grateful to him; that he is the only one who can touch you like that, and to whose touch you react like that.

When Yuuta feels your taste in mouth, or when his fingers try to caress you as skillfully as possible, sometimes twitching from overexcitation, feeling that you feel more than good, pulling his hair or saying how good he is, letting him bury himself as close as possible into you in a blind search for more of you — maybe awkwardly touching or rubbing against your thigh is more likely during senseless nervousness from delight and overexcitation than in an effort to also cum. Not that he cares about anything as much as your pleasure — even when himself does not reach orgasm or does not understand even when he does it, preferring to try to bring you and feel how you fuck his mouth or make him move fingers differently, clinging to his hair or biting his defenseless neck, leaving lovebites.

… Sometimes it happened that only one of you came.

This was also normal. You both knew about such cases and were ready to discuss if someone felt wrong — there was no point in lying about it, hiding it or feeling uncomfortable. Orgasms weren’t simultaneous, just didn’t happen, only happened to one of you, or weren’t even a goal — and you were both open about it. Yuuta would not lie to you even if his life depended on it, preferring to be as honest and sincere as possible with you, fearing the possible consequences of his lies, while you could not do this with your beloved, who was almost obsessively devoted and loving, believing and trusting you unconditionally. Of course, you could commit wrong or harmful actions, but not when Yuuta looked with his puppy-dog eyes, believing that you would not lie to him about something important to him.

In fact, there is no reason for you to lie to him or not believe in his words…

“I'm— I’m so—”

… Therefore, even when you didn’t feel the usual pulsation — or rather, you felt it, but not as usual, — you just kept silent, hearing quiet whining and trembling in his body, although Yuuta’s hips were not pressed as usual, and you could easily move away, as if it wasn’t him at all usually unconsciously squeezed around you almost to the point of pain with his legs, forgetting himself with delight. To feel how Yuuta relaxes with pleasure, breathing heavily, as his body trembles slightly with excitement — not quite as you are used to, usually he does not even have the strength to tremble after orgasm, — as if trying to feel even more pleasure, experiencing the last waves, covering his mouth so as not to be too loud.

His body is soft and sticky, deliciously warm when Yuuta presses against you, touching your neck with his lips, letting you touch his body, reacting only slightly when you stroke and touch him, without blinking from post-orgasmic sensitivity and without twitching when your fingers stretch lower, drawing invisible lines on skin. The only thing Yuuta opens his eyes to is when you ask if he is well — and in response you get only a gently affectionate “yes, of course! it was wonderful…”, but you can’t deny that for some reason you don’t feel satisfied, even when in response to the clarification “did he have an orgasm like you” you get a nervously enthusiastic conviction. But, hm, will he ever deceive you?

Would he deceive you?

“No! I—”

When Yuuta stops, as if realizing something (maybe a promise not to lie to you about things that are important to you, or that he won’t hide what concerns him so that you don’t worry), you still don’t want to assume that he is trying to hide it, he may just get cold, — but his subsequent strange fidgeting and almost guilty tone turn out to be more eloquent, even if you want to believe in him.

The silence was becoming uncomfortable.

His peaceful breathing (which recovered surprisingly quickly, apparently he used the reverse technique or was so used to such physical exertion that he was not impressed) turned out to be heavy again, although Yuuta did not say or do anything, just lying on top of you, and definitely did not feel any pleasure from the situation, even if rubbed his thigh lightly against yours leg, neither calming (himself? you?) or trying to seduce and distract you — but for some reason the thought that he deceived you made you feel wrong. And it wasn’t about the orgasm. For some reason, the idea that he just decided to deceive you, that you would believe anything, that you would not even pay attention to his usual reaction and false — all this made you feel… strange.

Did he really think you wouldn’t notice? Did he really think it meant nothing to you? Or did he think that you wouldn’t even pay attention to it?

And perhaps the most unpleasant thing was the thought that perhaps this is not the first time — you could only pay attention now, having seen the wrong friction, the wrong reaction, the wrong behavior, without even realizing that Yuuta had done the same thing earlier. To be proud of trust and openness only to find out that your beloved was not honest about the topic in which you were proud of yourself and how hard you can make him cum is not the most… pleasant feeling. And to feel his desperate clinging to you, in fear that you will get up right now and leave him for something that is not his 'mistake’, only broke you even more.

“I’m sorry— I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, but I just saw that you were tired, and I decided—”

Yuuta freezes with nervous fright when you pull him — but doesn’t stop, letting you get comfortable between his legs, not wanting to somehow hinder, slightly arched when you touch his stomach, stroking to make it clear that he can relax. Even if you were a little unhappy, it’s not really his fault — after all, it was you who made him think so, seeing your tired look after the past day, and it was just his attempts to somehow please you or at least not let you get upset so that you could rest.

Definitely not his fault.

“… Love?”

It wasn’t your fault either, though.

“L-love—”

But it’s up to you to do something about it.

His legs are shaking — not falsely shaking — when your hands are wrapped around his thighs, preventing from moving, not letting hide from you; when you casually kissing his hips and lower abdomen, teasing with your breath, making him squirm with impatience when you blow on sensitive skin or bite so close, touching his labia with your warm cheek, making him shiver every time from a soft but welcome rub when you draw a line on his thigh.

Yuuta is cute, especially when desperately denies it, whining in embarrassment while you talk about how handsome he is at the bottom, with thick lips and a small cock, absolutely worthy of a lot of kisses, but when you gently touch his dick — delightfully sensitive and hard, hidden under the hood, — with lips, Yuuta can’t hold back moans, squirming even harder as you gently caress, licking and sucking, trying not to overwhelm him too much, contrary to the need to only bury head more between his thighs and keep fucking him with your tongue until he cries, just to continue it.

Even when Yuuta’s fingers get tangled in your hair, convulsively grabbing because of the inability to wrap hips around your head, you tacitly agree, rubbing swollen, slightly protruding cock even harder, hearing his loud moans and feeling how he pulsates under your tongue, trying to push even deeper and harder, feel the heat of your mouth and how much you want to taste even more — mumbling vaguely about something when you gently push finger inside, allowing the juice to flow out more freely, facilitate your slow thrusts and strokes despite his whining about more, blindly looking for a more rough, but not teasing treatment. Inside Yuuta is soft, hot, hungry for more, and you can’t deny that you would like to stop right now to stretch him well and deep, as he likes, fucking him until you make him wet and swollen enough so that even a fleeting breath feels like too much for an overly sensitive dick; feeling how malleable he reacts to every push, greedily squeezing you inside, fighting the desire to grab you with the freed leg and press you even closer — and perhaps the awareness of the latter reminds you who you are currently doing and who has absolute attention right now, and that’s not you, even if Yuuta teases you so much that you only want to drive him to unconsciousness.

When he throws head back, lifting hips higher, trying to make you touch his throbbing, needy cock with tongue, tightly clenching your finger, arching his back to make an almost gasping whine as you continue, becoming even more soaked in his juice, but fucking him until Yuuta shudders again, trying to wrap his leg around you, giving to understand that he has not finished yet — ceasing only after the third short wave, moaning your name, and abruptly dropping into your hands, again securely holding his hips.

The air soaked in his juices and filled with heavy sighs and muffled moans, this time turns out to be much better than the past, — and when you see how he pulsates, being so lubricated in juices and cum that you could easily push two fingers into the usually tight Yuuta, you need willpower to stop, listening to his breathing.

“This… It was…” Yuuta is interrupted for a moment when he feels you gently kissing his penis, hardening again under your lips — but instead you go further, touching the top of the labia, and continue to kiss higher, making Yuuta to breathe fitfully, afraid to stop you while you draw a path from the bottom of the abdomen to the chest, leisurely kissing his collarbones and finally touching his neck, full of your lovemarks.

When you put your hand on his neck, his heart beats so fast that you wonder for a moment if everything is fine, but Yuuta blissfully closes his eyes, breathing deeply, allowing you to touch him as you please — but when your fingers reach lower, his breathing gets lost for a moment, feeling you stroke a little above the hood.

“… Thank you,” his eyes, distorted by a gentle charming haze, as it should be, almost glow when he shyly looks at you. “I was wrong when thought about… Uh, I’m sorry.”

… Still has so much energy, huh? You were sure that once would be enough. It’s not that you plan to continue, but, in that case, of course you should, right?

“H-honey, wait��”

He’s always so wet.

It doesn’t matter if you just took off his underwear, or have been preparing him for a long time, he is always so delightfully ready for you, even if it usually takes a little longer to get him to accept two fingers at the same time, stretching to such an extent that Yuuta drools, watching you push them inside, feeling so full just from something so small, nodding enthusiastically when you ask if he feels good, if you take good care of him, if he feels good being fucked by your fingers, being much more sincere than Yuuta, such a shameless sluthole — and only yours.

(Even if Yuuta shudders, you can feel him pulsating and squeezing you inside in response, much more honest in his reaction to you.)

Even if you bite his ears and neck, leaving your marks, Yuuta moans feeling your careless thrusts inside and back, filling the space with filthy sounds from which he blushes even more, knowing that you hear them, and waiting for you to tell him what a good and pretty slut he is for you, being so needy and wet, — but you are silent, not giving him any praise, kissing his ruined neck, only by changing the angle and speed,

and Yuuta can almost feel you grinning, knowing his need to hear you, waiting

“Am I good enough? Do I have to do something? M-my… is my hole g-good enough?”

for his sweet requests.

After all, he is such a good boy, even if his hot, throbbing hole is so desperately squeezing your fingers, not letting them get out of it, soaking everything in juice, almost begging you to be rougher and deeper — as if craving not your fingers, but when you will breed him without hesitation or doubt, filling only with yourself, forcing him to cum while you are busy trying to make Yuuta break his voice from moaning.

Such a good, sweet thing, loving only when he is fucked and forced to cum even against the will of the owner, and when Yuuta hides head in your neck, breathing fitfully, whining from overexcitation and too much sensitivity, sobbing briefly when you touch his dick with your finger, making him to distract from the fullness inside his hole, although he took only two fingers, — but he can no longer accept or hold, even hearing your hot whisper that he should last longer, you are ready to fuck him until his hole is ready for the third finger, roughly stretching it as it is necessary for such a slut who adores you so much that he is ready even not to feel an orgasm just to be silly fucked when his lie is revealed.

Then, at the moment of disclosure, you just had to bury his nose in the pillow and continue going against his words,

and that’s enough to throw Yuuta over the edge,

squeezing and twitching on your fingers in delight and another orgasm.

His body is so deliciously warm that you can’t refuse the opportunity to hold him close when Yuuta digs nails into your skin, experiencing post-orgasmic delight, — real this time, — squeezing and unclenching grip, hiding face in you, calming you with his breath and a slight tremor. Even if you feel how Yuuta is gradually recovering, coming out of his ambivalent state, ceasing to react so worryingly inhibited to any stimuli, but you can’t refuse the opportunity to kiss his hot wet forehead while stroking his sticky back, letting him feel warm and cozy when he wakes up — and for sure he will worry that you’ve been lying down all this time instead of going to wash while he wakes up, but you don’t think so.

Because, well, now it’s definitely your responsibility.

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myloumeti · 9 months

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playing matchmaker - chapter 1

pairing: yuta okkotsu x male! reader

genre: fluff, eventual smut

tags: soulmate au, post-rika

note: (not edited) this was posted on my ao3 over a year ago but I'm posting it here

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“They’ll love you! There’s nothing to worry about, [Y/N].” He pats my back and then nudges for me to come with him. My feet trek after him out to a wide, green area encircled by a track.

Nervously I hold my left hand with my right and run my thumb over my original soulmate marking- a spear run through the Sun. The spear points outwards, reaching toward my ring finger.

Some hushed tones guide my attention back to a handful of students warming up, stretching out, and practicing swings with a staff. They slowed their activities as we approached. I let my hands drop to my side.

“Good afternoon my wonderful students!” he said, clapping his hands together. A few complaints and groans could be heard from around the training field. “Oh, come on! That’s no way to treat your newest addition!”

With that, Gojo moved from his spot in front of me and went to my side, opening his arms extravagantly. My stance shrinks a little under their curious gazes.

“Now, there are four other students in your year. There’s Maki- she’s kinda moody, wears glasses, and has long green hair. Then there’s Inumaki. He’s a cursed speech user, so his mouth is usually covered and he only speaks in ingredients.

There’s Panda, who’s a cursed corpse. And then there’s the newest one before you transferred- Yuuta. He’s still kinda shy, but don’t let him off easy because of that. He’s very strong.”

“This is [Y/N]! He’s transferring here from another jujutsu school. Isn’t that cool everyone?” Their eyes shift back to him briefly before fixating on me once again. They all nod silently. “Well, now that we’re acquainted, [Y/N] is going to start training with you all today. Inumaki! You’re his first sparring partner.” The boy whose mouth is covered looks at me and gives me a nod, before returning his attention to Gojo. “Have fun, my lovely students!” With that, he leisurely walks off to a nearby building.

My eyes trailed back to the boy I’d be sparring with - Inumaki. He doesn’t seem too physically intimidating, but looks can be deceiving. He stands up from his spot on the grass and motions for me to walk with him.

I trail after him until we stop in front of a weapons station, all of which have blunted tips for practicing combat. After glancing over my options, my hand reaches for a wooden staff. His does the same.

Weapons in hand, we walk over to an open space on the field. I pause a small distance from him and prepare my stance. His eyes meet mine with a quick questioning glance. “Tuna?”

“I’m ready.” With a nod from him, we begin to slowly circle each other with our staffs poised. It takes a moment for one of us to make the first move. He starts forward with his staff tilted, ready to counter my upcoming hit.

As expected, I strike once he’s within range. He quickly responds with a set of short, forceful attacks. I’m able to hold them off and return a few attempts, but soon decide I need to step back and assess him for a second. He continues to barrage me with quick attacks, and my shoes scrape in the dirt when I evade them. Damn, he’s fast.

Once I’m able to maintain a fair distance, we circle each other like hawks, patiently waiting for an easy strike. After some time of watching his movements, he lurches forward at me again with the same stance as before.

This time, however, I swipe the blunted edge in an arc at him rather than go for the forward blow. It noticeably throws him off and he swerves to correct his balance. I seize this moment to try to throw him off his feet, extending my arm to let the staff reach his heel. In my haste, I failed to realize that Inumaki was countering my move with his own.

As my arm quickly reached out to hit his heel, his staff came down harshly where the middle of the staff had been moments before, except now my left hand is in its place.

Thwack.

Both our weapons immediately fall to the ground and I curl my hand into my chest protectively. I slowly let a breath escape through my teeth. Though I don’t think it’s broken, it still hurts like a bitch. A light drip of blood is coming from my knuckles and the beginnings of a large bruise are forming.

Inumaki swiftly approaches me with concern lacing his features. His eyes take one look at my hand before gently dragging me by the elbow over to the closest bench.

He motions for me to sit down and wait here. He then jogs off, soon returning with a first aid kit held in his hands. His fingers gingerly pry my fingers from their loosely bunched-up fist, careful not to use much pressure while examining it. His index finger gently traces down the spear within the soul mark on my hand. After a moment, he begins to wrap my hand with bandages.

Hesitantly, my eyes survey the other students. Across the field, Panda seems focused on a punching bag. That leaves Maki and Yuuta. Just as my eyes trail over to them, I realize Maki has partnered up with Inumaki, leaving Yuuta and I as a pair.

#okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta #yuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #soulmate au #male reader #yuta okkotsu x male reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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spiritfrvr · 7 months

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ʚ yuta okkotsu ˚ ༘ ♡ ⋆｡˚

— bathing (not nsfw) + ftm reader dribble

“ yuta how’d you go from being perfectly clean to now dirty as hell ? ” you asked sitting on the toilet seat watching your friend slouching in the tub rubbing his nose

“ I was trying to be careful!!! ” his arms came to the edge of the tub trying to defend himself “Things just got carried away— that’s all” drifting his eyes away and slouching down again in the water.

“ you need to be more careful that’s all.. you need to wash up ” you explained, “ cmere ” grabbing the washcloth you carefully cleaned his body starting at the shoulders making sure to get the dirty off.

After the washing was finished, you held the towel for him so he could wrap it around his body. Once he wrapped it around his body he went to sit on his bed resting his head on the pillow.

….

“ I know he didn’t just go to sleep… ” you thought rubbing your head.

#spiritwrites☆彡🖇#fanfic #jjk yuta #yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x male reader #trans male reader #x male reader #x masc reader

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popsicle-parfait · 5 months

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REAL Yuta Okkotsu fans know that rika and him are a packaged deal :)

(Aka I'm tired of people either forgetting rika exists or cutting her out completely in fan fics)

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #nb reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #non binary reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #yuta okkotsu #jujutsu yuta

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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Can i have #92 and #95 from the smut list with jjk!yuuta and top reader? Thankyou!

Thank you for requesting~ ☺

Smut Prompts; 'I can't- please- I can't-' & 'Quiet, baby, the others will hear'.

Warning; ooc!yuuta, horny!yuuta, riding to doggy, semi-public(?.

Oukotsu Yuuta [Jujutsu Kaisen]

Please, enjoy the event~

(M/n) was caught off guard when he was pushed against his dorm's door. Yuuta's body was pressed against his, his lips placing kisses on his neck while quiet gasps left his mouth, his erection humping (M/n)'s thigh.

"Yuuta, baby, why...?" He trailed off, soon being dragged to the bed and pushed back to lay on it, staring at Yuuta as he straddled his hips, his hands trailing down his neck to his chest, unbuttoning his uniform and leaving the undershirt he was wearing in full display. He licked his lips as he began rubbing (M/n)'s clothed cock, smirking as he felt it getting hard under his touch.

"I've tried... to get rid of this by myself, but..." He stopped for a moment, grinding his erection hard against (M/n)'s, making him hold back a moan. "I couldn't and I... need you right now," Yuuta took his underwear off, lifting his t-shirt over his head and throwing it away, proceeding to pull (M/n)'s erection out, aligning it with his wet and stretched hole.

(M/n) was only able to watch and moan at the sight of Yuuta taking his entire length inside him, his body quivering as a few drops of cum dripped from his slit, his hands gripping tightly onto (M/n)'s shirt, his mouth wide open as he let out a silent moan.

It was the first he's ever experienced a dry orgasm, and he loved the feeling.

Almost desperately, Yuuta started raising and lowering his hips, fucking himself on (M/n)'s cock, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't hard enough. It wasn't deep enough. It wasn't fast enough. He wanted- needed more, and in his frustration he was only able to let out loud whines and whimpers, feeling helpless as tears gathered in his eyes.

"(M/n)- I can't- please- I can't-" fearing that everyone in the Academy was gonna hear them, (M/n) gripped tightly onto Yuuta's hips, turning them around on the bed and making him stay on his knees. His hips raised high and his chest pressed against the mattress. "Yesss~" the change of angle seemed to be enough for Yuuta to feel satisfied, white ropes of cum spurting from his cock and staining the bedsheets, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his hands gripping the sheets and pulling them.

His moans and cries were reaching a louder volume with every thrust, so (M/n) had to do something about it, even if he loved every single lewd and erotic sound that came out of Yuuta's mouth.

Leaning down, (M/n) placed his hand around Yuuta's neck without applying any pressure, his free hand reaching up to his mouth, two of his fingers playing around with his tongue. "Quiet, baby, the others will hear," Yuuta's moans soon turned into muffled whines as he sucked on the fingers intruding on his mouth, taking them knuckle deep, choking on them when they reached his throat, drool dripping down the corners of his mouth. "That's right... such a good boy."

Yuuta's mind was foggy after that, he only remembers cumming on the bed and himself over and over again for the rest of the night.

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Hello!

Can you please do headcanons of Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Satoru, Suguru and Yuta and the male versions of Nobara, Maki and Mai (I saw you did them for "Code Geass", if you don't want to do them, don't worry) being called 'darling' from their crush (who they aren't together with yet)?

I was thinking maybe the reader could be in a store and she then gets hassled by someone, sees the character and calls him 'darling' to ward off the harasser, but if you've a better idea, you can use that.

Then I've another request: the same characters whose hair the reader plays with.

Please, take your time to make my requests and sorry if there are two.

Thank you very much!

Jujutsu Kaisen ~Being called 'darling' by their crush 1st part~

Manga/anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

As always, I divided the first headcanon into two parts. Second part is here. The two parts of the second headcanon are here (1st) and here (2nd). Furthermore, I leave you the photos of Nobara, Maki and Mai in their male version (they're really handsome!). I'll keep your idea because it's really good!

Premise

(Y/N) is walking through the shops in her city's shopping center. First she was in the company of her friend, but the two separated because he wanted to go to a different store from the one where she wanted to shop.

However, as she walks, she notices a boy is following her, continuing to stare at her, so she decides to return to her friend.

Her walk, which has turned into a run, ends when she finally sees her friend. She approaches him, greeting him and motioning to the boy behind her, who was continuing to follow her, and she tells him: "Darling, here I am!".

Itadori Y.

At first he won't realize what you called him: he'll play your game and pretend to be your boyfriend

When he realizes the nickname, he'll have a huge smile on his face and slightly blushed cheeks

For a few minutes he'll continue to hear your voice calling him 'darling' in his head and he won't listen to anything

Once he calms down, he'll ask you the reason for the nickname ignoring the fact you called him that to probably make your farce true

Sukuna will probably tease him for a long time due to his reaction

Fushiguro M.

He'll freeze

He'll be so still you'll have to check if he'll be breathing, since he won't move a muscle for a few minutes

After he recovers, he'll roughly chase away the harasser (if he wouldn't have already left), but he won't dare look at your face

He won't show you his face during your entire walk back to your house (he'll have insisted on taking you home), because he'll be terribly red up to his ears

He'll probably remember that event for his whole life and, every time he thinks about it, he'll still be blushing

Kugisaki N.

Cheeky as he's, as soon as he sees you running towards him and hears you call him 'darling', a cheeky smirk will appear on his face

He'll play along with your charade, and he'll distance you two from the harasser

After you two get far enough away, he'll start talking, or rather making fun of you a little ("So I'm your boyfriend now?")

However, if he'll notice you're upset, he'll immediately become concerned and start asking if you're okay

He'll want to stay with you until you'll have to go home (know he'll force you to let him accompany you): he'll take you shopping and buy you everything you want or he'll invite you to an arcade to cheer up your spirits

Inumaki T.

At first he'll look at you questioningly, not understanding the reason for the nickname you used

Nevertheless, he'll immediately understand your situation and take you by the hand, either moving you away from the harasser or making him leave

Afterwards, he'll ask you if you're okay, not totally realizing the nickname

After making sure of your well-being, the nickname you used will hit him hard like a brick, and he'll blush heavily and cover the blush with his uniform's collar

As soon as he arrives at his house, he'll send you a message telling you he would like to be called 'darling', but as your boyfriend and not friend

Okkotsu Y.

Poor boy, you'll kill him if you call him that

The only thing that comes out of his lips will be a continuous stammer, and he'll blush and start shaking, not looking neither you nor the harasser in the eye; so, the boy won't likely believe your lie due to that and he'll try to pull you towards him by your wrist

That will be when he'll wake up from his trance: he'll gently grab you by your wrist and waist and pull you against his chest, telling the harasser to leave his girlfriend alone

Then, he'll return to his shy behavior and ask you if you're okay, worried about having hurt you

You'll never have to remind him of that event: he'll blush furiously, even if years will have passed since that day

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