#i love yuta

[juthemagicalclown]

toge💜 : sometimes i look at your pretty face and i just want to kiss u

yuta : ow 🥺 how are you so sweet all of a sudden? ☺️

toge💜 : then i remember u have a habit of putting ur mouth on curses and i regret ever getting together

yuta : ...that's more like you

yuta : it only happened twice, i had my reasons and you know it

yuta : how long are you still going to hold it against me?!

toge💜: i cant believe i kissed smn who bit a cockroach curse 🤢🤮

yuta : I WAS IN A FIGHT IT WAS THE BEST STRATEGY I COULD THINK OF 😭😭

toge : damn 💀

[kithes4yuta]

Pairing: Boyfriend! Wheeler Yuta x you!!

Warnings: None, fluffy <33

W/C: 729

Grand Slam was today, the numbers on your watch pacing at 3:37 PM. A sigh elicits your mouth as your eyes flutter closed, throwing yourself onto the small couch in your changing room. Your heartbeat speeding as you feel a presence.

"Hey, babe." Your boyfriend, Wheeler Yuta, said as he presses a kiss onto your forehead. "Hey, baby!" You blurt out, still obviously startled. Yuta chuckles as he realized you were still shaken up. A hand placing onto your back as he rubs it to calm you down.

"Sorry for scaring you, I didn't know you were asleep."

"I was awake, Yoots. Don't worry about it, you didn't scare me."

He beams a small smile, a signature move from the ravenette man. Wheeler wraps one of his arms around your waist as he pulls you off the small sofa you were residing on. "Lets get you all dolled up, babe." He says as he interlaces his fingers with yours.

As the two of you walk through the hallways of the Artur Ash stadium you bump into Sariyah, one of your long time friends from when you were in WWE, a small smile appears on your face as you greet her. "Hey Sari! Wait, Sari?" A thousand words cloud your mind, as you start to pull your hand away from Wheeler's to wrap Sariyah into a hug.

"Oh! This was supposed to be a secret!"

"Oops, I'll keep this hush-hush. Don't worry!"

"You weren't supposed to know in general! Plus, you're a blabber mouth!"

You gasped in a reaction of fake shock, pulling away from the hug. A hand slips over to the small of your back, it was Yuta's. The taller man shoots you a small smile, a mutual signal between the two of you meaning that we should go.

"Bye, Sari! I'll see you later."

"Good luck on your match, love!"

Your smile shined like diamonds in the sun to Yuta. He reddened as soon as he had realized that you caught him staring. A hand, your hand, made its way to his. Interlacing your fingers with his as you began your stroll backstage to the make-up station.

"Oh! Hey Y/N!" Said one of your favorite stylists, Erika.

"Hello, Eri!" You responded, yanking Yuta with you as you sped walked to her. A small yelp elicits out of his mouth causing you to stop in your tracks, a wave of concern hit you.

"You okay, Yoots?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me."

"I'm sorry, my love."

"It's fine."

"Ew, stop being like Sammy and Tay." Erika interrupted the sweet moment between the two of you. Chuckles erupting from the other side of the room, you roll your eyes.

An ass soon makes its way to a chair as Erika gets your hair ready. Yuta crouches a bit before he speaks, well, more so whispers. "I'm going to get ready, I'll be in the locker room. I love you." His lips connect with yours before he leaves.

"You really love him, don't you?" Erika asks, their eyebrow cocks in your direction as a huge smile plasters on your face. "I do, I really fucking do." You say catching a breath as you knew you were going to ramble on about Yuta.

"Like we got room service yesterday and I hate talking to people so he picks up the phone and orders my room service for me! Last week we were at my dad's house and Yuta shook his hand and asked about my dad's football team winning! I never even told him my dads favorite team!" You stopped to take a breather.

"I write him love letters when we aren't with each other. Whenever he holds my hand its like my stomach has a little earthquake. His laugh is my favorite song, especially when he laughs at my jokes. I love the way he pokes his tongue out of the corner of his mouth when he's focused in training. I love his eyes. I love his smile. God, his smile! It's like he is an angel and this is his way of making me believe in God. He's so... Perfect."

"You two are the definition of she fell first but he fell harder."

"She is right." Yuta says, before going back to going on his phone.

"Wait, you were here the whole time?"

"Heard everything, babe."

[blushlolita]

jjk ch. 137 - THE MOMENT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR<3 i’m pissing and shidding and screaming and crying YUTAAAAA <3 <3

[idyllic-ghost]

Rules: Post a screenshot of your lock screen photo, a screenshot of the last/current song listened to, as well as the last photo of a celebrity that you saved in your phone.

tagged by @multi-kpop-fanfics

tagging @strawberryya @angelwoozi @horanghoe @playmetheclassics

[jjk-real134]

Ey yo whos jjk fan?

[ttoya]

then vs. now

[alaylays]

pure love c":

[getodrools]

Pulling down those pesky briefs, he groans — almost a guttural whine, “Babyy… I got work in twenty minutes…” But the small lift in his butt lets you slide them right off… and he acts like he's annoyed; looking away as if he's ignoring you, but those sensitive hips tell on him — bucking up for more… He acts like he's in such a rush, but more so, he's practically helping you guide the thick of his cock right up into you nice and slow; jamming all nth-inches of fat cock meat to stretch you to the hilt… Even when the clock chimes past noon, he's still set on barreling all of him into your tightest holes — forgetting that pesky job…

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ TOJI, nanami, GOJO, SHIU, hiromi, yūta !

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[mmakotochan]

"this is pure love, bitch "🫰🏼 - yuta okkotsu

2 year difference lol

[haeryna]

the purest shade of white ↪ okkotsu yuuta x reader ⸙͎｡˚⋆ 𓋼

summary: yuuta looks almost like an angel, you think to yourself grimly, as you shift on the balls of your feet. you haven't seen your best friend in a couple years now, not since he left for africa. too bad he's attempting to kill the kouhai that you're trying to protect.

tw: manga spoilers! anime watchers, do not read. mild angst but happy ending. starts at the beginning of ch. 139. naoya zenin is here and he is his classic asshole self. reader is in the same grade as yuuta, both in age and in terms of cursed energy. swearing because reader is a bad bitch. mildly suggestive. unironic use of "senpai" and "kouhai." slight descriptions of blood and injury, everyone is subjected to the author's attempts at writing dialogue and fight scenes. not proofread but at this point that shouldn't be a surprise. it is blatantly obvious that the writer also does not know how to end stories

notes: thank you for 100 new friends! :) poll is technically still up but i'm impatient and yuuta was winning by a pretty decent margin so here it is lol. divider by @/saradika-graphics!

"Yuuji!" you yelp, slicing the head off a curse with a clean stroke of your katana. Purple ichor splatters to the ground as you whirl, searching for the familiar head of pink hair. "Stay close to me!"

Behind you, Choso grunts with exertion, sending out another bolt of Piercing Blood. Panting, you weave through the curses, letting their corpses fall behind you. Yuuji, where is Yuuji?

As the last body falls, you can't but let out an exasperated huff at the sheepish grin on Yuuji's face. "Don't scare me like that," you chide. "How am I supposed to protect you if I can't even find you?" Yuuji opens his mouth to protest but you shake your head. "I made a promise," you tell him, pain rippling through your heart dully. Gojo-sensei was long gone, stolen away by one of the people he had loved most in the world. Grimacing, you sheathe your katana, mindful of the blood that stains your palms, as you try to ignore the memory of his words all those months ago.

If anything happens, I need you to protect Itadori Yuuji. I know they're going to pull something on him once I'm not there to back him up.

"Senpai, what should-"

Yuuji immediately tenses as your hand flies to the grip of your katana. "I smell a rat," you mutter, nose wrinkling as you turn to face Naoya Zenin, standing atop a bridge. He bares his teeth at you in semblance of a smile. "How perceptive as always," he mocks.

"Cut the bullshit," you snap, hand still resting on the pommel. "What do you want?"

"Fushiguro Megumi," is his rather bland response, and you shift your feet into the opening steps of Flowing River.

"What do you want with Fushiguro?" Yuuji yells, and the way Naoya's face twists makes you want to vomit.

"I think I'll have him die."

Cursed energy fills your body as you leap. Naoya's resounding cackle burns through your ears as you swing, barely grazing his shoulder. Before you can push forward off your feet, a heavy presence rests on your shoulders, locking you in place. All four of you freeze. Yuuji and Choso look horrified, and Naoya looks as though he's broken out into a cold sweat. But you know this feeling, feel it settle back into your body as if it never left.

Okkotsu Yuuta steps out from the building ledge, dark eyes unreadable. Your body sings. Yuuta, Yuuta, Yuuta! His hair has grown longer, bangs sweeping over his forehead, eyebags a little darker than they used to be. You can feel Rika's presence, swirling around you in a mass of death and decay. You're used to it. You've grown to crave it, even. His eyes meet yours, and for a split second, his facade cracks. Confusion, fear, and...regret?

Yuuta leaps, slamming into concrete and sending shockwaves deep into your bones. "Who's with Itadori?" God, even his voice is different, so different from the boy who said goodbye to you so long ago. You open your mouth to speak, but Choso beats you to it, brows furrowed.

"So you're Yuuji's executioner."

Blood turns to ice in your veins, and you can tell by the pained expression Yuuta has that you aren't hiding your emotions as well as you think you are. Naoya laughs. "I was going to tell you that, but you were being too emotional like the bitch you are."

"Who're you?"

Yuuta's voice is cold, but as Naoya babbles on, you can feel the horror settle thickly into your chest. Choso and Yuuji are talking behind you but it feels like you're underwater, you're sinking, drowning, and Yuuta must have come to a conclusion because all of a sudden he's surging forward-

You move before you can even think, steel clashing against steel. "Yuuji," you say, through gritted teeth. "Run."

A horrible grating noise fills the air as you let cursed energy flow through your body, shoving Yuuta's sword away from yourself. "I won't let you kill him," you hiss, body already shifting into Jagged Bolt. Yuuta's eyes flash as you surge forward, katana in hand.

"How would you describe my cursed technique?" you had asked Gojo, mindlessly swinging your feet. Gojo hums.

"Have you ever heard of Newton's Law's of Motion?"

You had crinkled your nose at that. "No?"

"An object in motion, stays in motion. Except you are the object. And your cursed energy is the motion." You remember how Gojo's lips curved slightly. "In other words, once you start, nobody can stop you."

You're crying, you realize with a start, as you cut a line into Yuuta's chest. Moisture seeps from your eyes as you twist your forearm into a parry, katanas sparking with each strike. Belatedly, you sense that Yuuji, your foolish, stupid, loyal kouhai has stayed, trading strikes with his fists between the precise movements of your blade. Your heart drops as Yuuta reaches for the ring on his finger.

No. No!

He twists it, and Rika appears behind you. Claws sink into your shoulder and you let out a cry of pain as she flips you into the ground.

"Be nice, Rika," Yuuta chides, as you hit the concrete. Blood spurts from your mouth as you choke, fingers clawing at the ground desperately for your katana. A piece of scaffolding is practically crushing your legs; instinctively, you know that if you try to break through it, you'll tear your limbs right off.

As Rika holds Yuuji up, you lunge desperately, uncaring of what you have to sacrifice. Inumaki's arm, the way half of Nobara's face had been practically ripped out of her skull, the remains of Nanami-san, the way that you were the one to find Maki's charred body-

I can't lose anyone else.

You scream as Yuuta pierces Yuuji's chest with his katana, cursed energy building in your legs as you prepare to shoot forward. Yuuta turns, eyes filled with an unidentifiable emotion as he sees you about to tear yourself in half just to reach Yuuji.

With a wave of his hand, Rika dives for you, and everything goes dark.

Yuuta had known you were special from the day he'd first met you. That spring, when Gojo-sensei had dropped him (and Rika) into a class of unsuspecting first years, he remembers that out of the four of them, you had moved so gracefully that he hadn't processed the katana in your hand until you'd pressed it against your throat.

"Gojo-sensei," you'd hissed. "What is this?"

While Maki, Inumaki, and Panda had been subsequently bruised up by Rika, you had dodged every single one of her movements until Rika had been (barely) called back by Yuuta.

"Another Special Grade," Gojo had hummed. "Just like you, hm?"

Special Grade?

What he hadn't realized then, he realized later; you weren't just special to him, but to the entire rest of the Jujutsu World as well. Special Grade Sorcerers were rare, Maki had told him. "You only have it because of Rika," she'd scoffed, "but she deserves it."

You quickly became one of his closest friends. You were fast enough to dodge Rika's ire, even laughing whenever she tried. You'd shown Yuuta kindness that he didn't think he deserved. You broke him out of his shell enough so that when he left for Africa, he felt as though he was standing with his own strength. His first katana had been the sister blade of your own, forged from the same metal by the same hands. The way your eyes had lit up when you saw it was a memory he cherished.

Somberly, Yuuta eyes the chains encasing your wrists and ankles, each decorated with the slips of protective paper that would nullify your cursed energy. Most sorcerers required only one. You required at least twenty.

He knows you, knows the way you always take the strawberry daifuku, leaving him the red bean ones even though he knows you prefer the red bean. He knows that you push yourself hard, harder than he's ever seen anyone work. But most of all, he knows your loyalty, how once your heart finally lets someone in, you'll never let them go.

Did you miss him like he missed you?

The chains are more for your own protection. He needs you to hear him out before you attempt to end his life for a second time. Yuuta knows now that Gojo must have asked you the same thing he'd asked him; to keep Itadori Yuji safe from the whims of the higher ups. Gojo, being the forgetful bastard he was, probably didn't alert you to the fact that he'd gone to Yuuta for help as well. Crouching, Yuuta eyes your body with a sad tilt of his lips. The injuries you'd sustained were immense, and it had taken quite a bit of his own cursed energy to reverse.

Will you forgive him?

You're asleep, breath hitching every so often. Yuuta wonders what you're dreaming of, before pushing the thought away. Tenderly, he cups your face in the palm of his hand, calloused fingers stroking your cheek.

"You need to wake up now," he murmurs, as your eyes flutter open, first in dazed confusion, before sharpening into panic.

"I'll miss you!" you'd cried, as you clung to Yuuta under the shade of the large oak. You were the first person he had told about his departure to Africa, and you took it hard. Yuuta had stood frozen as the first of your tears had dripped down your cheeks. It was the first time he'd seen you cry.

"I'll be back before you know it," he'd murmured, pressing a featherlight kiss to the top of your head. You'd looked up to him, eyes teary.

"Promise?"

"I promise," he'd said, interlocking his pinky with your own. A love like Yuuta's is a dangerous thing, you know, but in this moment you feel nothing but safe.

The first sensation you feel upon awakening is the dull ache in your (miraculously still attached) legs. The second is the warmth on your cheek. Yuuta is standing above you, hand gently resting against your face. Immediately you lunge forward, teeth bared. The rattle of chains stops you, and you swear. Of course he would have taken precautions. Yuuta looks almost hurt as you violently shake off his touch.

"Don't touch me, I swear to god I'm going to rip you apart."

Yuuta says your name sadly, but you're practically trembling with rage.

"He was just a kid, with the kind of power we wield, why the fuck would you listen to the higher ups?"

Yuuta echoes your name a bit more firmly, but you ignore him, tears building in your eyes.

"You're no better than the rest of them are you, you're just-"

"Senpai!"

Your heart stops as Yuuji pokes his head out from around the corner. They must have brought you back to Jujutsu Tech, you think distractedly. Just how long were you out?

"Yuuji!" you cry out, scanning his body for any injuries. He seems to be uninjured, but most importantly, he's alive. Tears fall down your cheeks. "Are you alright?"

Yuuji appears horrified by the sudden outburst as he hastily holds up his hands. "I'm fine, senpai, really, I'm sorry for worrying you. Okkotsu-san is actually on our side, I swear! It was a binding vow, that's why he had to actually kill me, but he did some really cool Reverse Technique shit and I'm all good now!"

Warily, you eye Yuuta, whose expression resembles that of a kicked puppy. "Okkotsu Yuuta," you say, voice hard. "Let me out of these chains right fucking now."

With a wave of his hand, the papers attached to the chains fall to the floor. Yuuta looks dejected as he looks away from you. "I'm so sor-"

Before he can finish you immediate tackle him into a hug, knocking the both of you into the floor as you bury your face into the soft slope of his neck. "You're such an idiot," you sob, unable to hide the rush of emotions going through you. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Tentatively, Yuuta wraps his arms around you, and you melt, pressing yourself closer to his body. "To be honest, I think Gojo-sensei is to blame. I think he forgot to mention to either of us that he asked us to do the exact same thing."

You let out a hiccupping laugh. "Of course he did. That forgetful asshole."

The sigh Yuuta lets out is shaky as he nuzzles the top of your head. "I'm so, so sorry," he tells you earnestly. "I must have scared you, and Rika's mad at me for making me hurt you like that. I think she likes you, even though she pretends not to."

You look up at him, really look at him, and see the look of adoration in his eyes as he stares back down at you. Thankfully Yuuji's escaped long ago, most likely understanding that you two would need privacy. "You came back," you whisper, and Yuuta's resulting smile makes your heart skip a beat.

"I promised you, didn't I?"

Before you can stop yourself, you pull Yuuta down for a searing kiss. He's so soft, and you nip at the plush of his bottom lip teasingly, pulling a whine from his throat. His large hands grip your hips, and in retaliation, you grab a fistful of his hair and tug. The breathy noise he makes goes straight between your thighs. You know he can feel your smile against his lips.

"I missed you," you breathe, pulling away. Yuuta looks dazed, lips kiss swollen, pupils so dilated that you can barely see the soft brown of his eyes.

"I love you," he blurts out, and your resulting laugh is airy as you press another chaste kiss to his lips.

"I've always loved you, Yuuta," you admit. "During Shibuya, I thought I wasn't going to make it. You were the only thing keeping me going."

The look in his eyes is fierce as he tugs you back into him, enveloping you in his arms. "You'll never have to worry about that again. You have my entire life. Where you go, I'll follow, and if I die, not even Death would be able to separate me from your side."

"Those sound a lot like wedding vows, don't you think?"

Yuuta's blush covers his entire face and you grin, pressing one last kiss to his lips. "Come on now. We have kids we need to protect."

As Yuuta leads you to where the others have convened, even under the dark circumstances you're in, the warmth of his hand clutching yours fills you with a giddiness you hadn't experienced in months. The sentiment is quickly dashed as soon as Maki opens her mouth.

"Fucking finally. Inumaki owes me 3,000 yen."

[juthemagicalclown]

nobara : let's be real

nobara : what do they even see in okkotsu-senpai?

nobara : he looks like a walking corpse in an advanced state of decomposition

nobara : he looks like someone who hasn't had a good night of sleep since they were 9

nobara : he looks like someone who believes in the five-second rule

nobara : he looks like someone who listens to my chemical romance, linkin park and evanescence to cheer themself up

nobara : he looks like someone who laughs in the face of death but cries when their bread toast falls on the jam's side

yuta : you see, if you had told all of this to one-year-ago me, you'd be responsible for a suicide

[scarlettroubles]

Yuta's gonna die from a heart attack before he can even step foot in that arena and finish off Sukuna at this point

[joestarbuckss]

I am so unwell after the new leaks. Literally everything Yuuta does is for love. He loved Rika in the most pure way and I will never be okay.

Yuuta’s domain expansion is revealed and shocker, he named it Pure Love *slamming my head against the wall*

(if you’ll recall this scene in jjk0 ⬇️ I’m sobbing)

Of course he would dedicate his domain to the love of his life. Not only that, but inside his domain we see ribbons 🪢

The symbolism behind these type of knots has me in tears 😭❤️‍🩹

Marriage and funerals??? He is bound to her in every form. She was his wife and he honors her in everything he does.

Yuuta literally turned his domain into a memorial for Rika I’m so sick. He is the definition of Pure Love! Okkotsu Yuuta the man that you are 😩💞

*TRUST* Yuuta will defeat Sukuna with the power of love 🫶🏼

[seraphdreams]

Okay, but like, Yuuta feeling bad that he didn't pull out in time but the reader is so cock-drunk that she's just begging for him to do it again...

this is what i wake up to…. oh dear m dizzy !!!

one thing about yuuta is, he never wears condoms. not because he doesn’t want to, in fact he freaks out when he’s not wearing one, but because they’re somehow always out of reach when they’re needed :( and when your pussy is clinging to him so tight, milking him for all he has, he can’t just pull out !! it’s a battle within him — does he cum in you, does he not? by the time he finally figures it out it’s too late :( he’s made a mess of your cunny, creamy white seeping out of your overstimulated hole n all at the base of his cock . .

the way he’s so fast to voice his sincerities, “m sorry, so so sorry.” he’s got his head rested in the crook of your neck, his way of hanging his head low in shame :( but when you feebly grab onto his wrist, tugging him so gently to tell him “please cum in me again, yu-yu.” … there’s a noticeable sparkle in his eyes !! only issue for you though, is now that you’ve given him the clearance, he won’t be able to stop :(

[torinlm]

megumi does really respect yuta and does not respect inumaki and i'm 100% sure he had the full cycle of denial-anger-bargaining-depression because "okkotsu-senpai, HIM?"(toge in the background wearing maki's skirt)

and then yuta meets yuji and doesn't understand at all why megumi was complaining about toge the moment yuji laughs so hard while drinking milk he just chokes on it and it flows out of his nose

[ttoya]

Gojo & two of his sons ♡ ´･ᴗ･ `♡