#my yuuji <3

[murderofravens]

i would let him do anything to me. i just know awakened yuuji is so MEAN. also the way he hasn't said a word to sukuna? mind you, this is the same cheery guy who can never shut up, but he hasn't said a single word while sukuna has been yapping. he's so hot. it's insane watching him go from a sweet bubbly angel to this badass fucking demon who is about to surpass the king of curses.. back to thinking with my clit i need him to black flash this PUSSY

(imagine him using blood manipulation to hold you down...)

[sayurinn]

Grocery shopping 🛍️ 🛒

[entirelytoooobsessed]

i think that we're all in agreement that yuuji is a pussy eater.

poor baby just can't help himself :( not when you taste so good, when you grind down onto his mouth, hips rolling as you shove your clit against his tongue.

he's a whiner, hands gripping onto your hips, trying to pull your pussy closer and closer to him, groaning against you like he's the one getting pleasured, and in his own way, he is.

not letting a single drop go to waste, trying to messily lap up every bit of you, teeth grazing against your thighs. he breathes heavy, warm breath making you moan; fingers threading roughly through his hair, muttering about how he's such a good boy for you, making him keen loudly

he just can't help how excited he is. he's fantasied about this so many times.

he can't even remember how many times he's touched himself, desperately jerking off at the fantasy of tasting you. how many times he's overstimulated himself to the point of tears imagining this scenario.

but the reality is so much better than he could ever imagine.

his name dripped from your lips like honey. being called a good boy, the best boy, your boy. his head feels light, heady with every sweet praise dripped from your lips, from the fleeting sensations and tastes and your thighs squeezing around his head.

he's rock hard, throbbing in his pants but he doesn't even realize, not under the high of thrusting his fingers into you, tongue laving attention around your clit.

he doesn't even realize that he's cum until you're cooing to him, between pants, cheeks flushed, eyes blissed.

"aww, did my puppy get too excited yuu?"

[zorosdimples]

being childhood friends with yuuji…

your parents are close and you’re both the same age, so you grow up attached at the hip. you do everything together: learn how to tie your shoes, ride the school bus, take swimming lessons, attend birthday parties.

it isn’t until high school that you start drifting apart. yuuji is gifted at sports and you’re neck deep in college prep; you care for one another still, but you don’t have time to hang out. you’re both too busy and usually forego any get-togethers that your parents have.

the last time you see yuuji for many years is before you go to college. you attend separate schools: he gets a sports scholarship, you get an academic scholarship. you both have fond memories of one another, but things aren’t how they used to be.

it isn’t until after you graduate college and start the soul-sucking corporate grind that you see your childhood best friend again. you’re visiting your parents one weekend and a surprise guest shows up: yuuji.

the boy you once knew is now a man. he grew into his too-large feet, it seems: he’s tall and broad and undeniably strong. his skin looks sunkissed—did he always have those freckles across the bridge of his nose? and his eyes are rich and smooth, an overflowing spoonful of honey.

the smile that graces his lips is devastating when his gaze meets yours. you swear the butterflies in your stomach will lift you off of the floor. you wonder what you look like from his perspective. is he disappointed?

the hug that yuuji gives you is imbued with the love he has felt for as long as he can remember; it’s the love that scared him as a boy, the love he tried to shake in college, the love that he’s now determined to hold onto—if you’ll have him.

[nibeul]

first years

[ivoreene]

yuuji goes to malaysia :p

[fanta2y]

Puppy Love

ahh sorry ive been meaning to post this fic for a couple days now but ive been swamped with school, but its here now !! yahoo!

i hope you guys like ittt <3

cw: slightly suggestive? and i mean SLIGHTLY

word count: 2k

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Yuuji was never scared to show his affections. Whether that be with his encouraging words, or his physical touches. He knew that his time was limited, especially with his unorthodox life choices, so showing his love to the people he loved was something that had always came easy to him. 

Until you came along. 

Everytime you entered a room his eyes immediately found yours, and just as they met he would rip them away from you. A blush almost instantly appearing on his cheeks as he stood, quickly and quietly excusing himself. 

For Kugisaki and Fushiguro, it was easy to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Having known Yuuji for quite some time now, they knew what his normal behavior was. And this? This was far from it.

But for you, you were new. Having just met these people days before, so you were convinced that you had done something to offend him, or he just simply didn’t like you. Maybe you stunk? 

Little did you know, his thoughts were the exact opposite. He thought you were gorgeous, your laugh was like music to his ears. Your voice was soothing and beautiful, he could listen to you talk for hours. But this sickly sweet feeling that raised his heartbeat and brought heat to his face was something very new to him. Something he hadn’t really experienced before. 

Sure, he had found girls attractive before, even asked a girl out to their middle school dance. But this was different, this was deeper. It coiled around his bones, squeezing his throat. Made him do things and say things he didn’t want. It was infuriating. 

He groaned into his pillow, his mind tormenting him with a replay of his embarrassing moments in front of you today. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole, or better yet just let Sukuna take over and have him kill him instead. Anything would be better than him continuing to fumble about like this any longer. 

Knowing he wasn’t going to get any sleep anytime soon, he figured he might be able to tire himself out enough to simply pass out due to exhaustion. Hoping it would shut his mind up. Yuuji stood from his bed, putting on some old tennis shoes and throwing a hoodie on. He went out of his dorm and headed for the training rooms. 

He clenched and unclenched his fists all the way there, his mind plagued with you. 

You. You. You.

You were all he ever seemed to think about these days. 

He did some quick stretching, wanting nothing more than to just start the mind-numding activity of punching something over and over and over again. Until his brain was too tired to come up with any new scenarios to torture him with. 

But of course, just as he goes to throw his first punch. He hears an all too familiar voice. 

“Itadori? What are you doing awake?” Your voice echoed off the empty gym walls. He froze, his heartbeat immediately picking up. The blush full force on his cheeks. He couldn’t get his brain and his mouth to cooperate so he just stood there, back facing you. His mouth wide open in shock, he almost wanted to laugh at his sheer luck. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked, after the silence pushed on too long. You words were coated in a thick layer of worry. While you were still sure the boy hated you, and you knew you might be pushing your luck. You didn’t just want to stand there and pretend like nothing was wrong. It was nearly 2 in the morning and here he is, training. Any one in their right mind would be a bit worried. 

“I’m fine…” He managed to choke out, He's such an idiot. What is wrong with him. Why can’t he just speak!

“If you need the training room I can go.” He muttered quickly, turning quick on his feet to walk past you. His eyes glued to the floor, walking with a newfound purpose back to his dorms. 

“No wa-..” But before you could even finish your sentence he was already gone, without even a second glance your way. The doors to the gym slammed shut. And all of a sudden it was just you alone.

You sighed, your head falling forward into your hands as you stood there. You felt embarrassed and a bit ticked. You had tried and tried to rack your brain to figure out if you had done something, anything, to make him this upset. But you realized that you hadn’t had the chance to make him upset because after you had introduced yourself to him, he had been avoiding you like the plague. 

You groaned, stretching your hands over your head. Turning on your heels to head back to your room, a new feeling of determination settling in you. You were going to get to the bottom of this even if its the last thing you do. 

The next morning you rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The interrupted sleep definitely did you no favors, but upon remembering last night's incident you remembered your goal.

To figure Itadori out. 

You both saw each other in class, usually sitting on opposite ends. But today, you were going to be bold. And after whispering about it to Kugisaki, who nodded fervently at your efforts. A glint in her eyes you couldn’t quite name. She sent you off to the empty desk next to his with a whisper, “Gooo…this class is boring anyways!” 

You heard her giggling behind you as you willed away the nerves. He hadn’t come in yet, he had a notorious habit for sleeping in just a little. Not enough for him to be late, but enough for him to be right on time.

He walked in, panting slightly. His hair was a bit all over the place and he was definitely wearing the hoodie he had on last night. When both of your eyes met, he quickly tore them away. Not even giving himself a chance to realize where you were in the room. The realization didn’t strick him until he had sat down and saw you were much closer than you usually were. 

But before he could move, Gojo had walked in. Declaring the start of the lecture, and the start of Yuujis slow and tortuous day. 

To say you were frustrated was an understatement. At every opportunity you had tried to get him alone to talk to him, even flat out asking him “Can I speak to you?” to which he had the audacity to respond with, “I’m actually a bit busy, maybe later?” Even though he very clearly wasn’t doing anything. 

You had sat next to him for each and every class, you even passed him a note! You had gotten yourself as his sparring partner for training, even finding yourself sitting at his, Fushiguro and Kugisaki’s table for lunch. 

Even though all the time you guys had spent together today, he had barely uttered a word to you. And didn’t even think about letting you talk to him.

You wanted to pull your hair out.

Sitting in your last class, next to him of course. You were staring him down, and he seemed the more interested in the lecture than he had ever been before. You knew he was just trying to avoid accidentally making eye contact with you. And it only boiled your blood more. 

What was this guy's issue?!

As Gojo wrapped up the last lecture of the day, an idea popped into your head. And before you could talk yourself out of it, you were reaching for Itadori's hand. Entangling it tightly within your own and leading him very quickly out of the room. You heard Kugisaki yelling some type of encouragement after you, but you didn’t pay it much mind. 

“I- what are you doing?!” Itadori asked behind you, bewildered by your sudden boldness. You didn’t give him the luxury of a response, especially since you didn’t quite know yourself. All you knew was that if he wasn’t going to talk to you of his own accord, you were going to force it out of him. 

You spotted an empty classroom, and before you could think much about it you shoved him inside. Shutting the door behind you and standing infront of it. 

He stood, shocked. His mind blank as he desperately tried to process the events of what just happened. But the warmth of your hand still on his wrist short-circuited his brain to a point where it was beyond function. On instinct, he ripped his wrist from yours as if the touch had burned him. 

“What is your problem with me?” You wanted to sound angry, you wanted to be angry. You were angry a second ago. But now, standing in front of him. You found yourself to be anything but. Your voice sounded weak, soft, sad. It made you cringe. 

This stopped him, pulled him far enough out of his own head to clear the fog of whatever he felt for you to see the situation for what it was. 

He was such an asshole.

“What do you mean? I dont-” You interrupted him with a scoff. “Oh please, you avoid me like I have some disease, you don’t look at me. You went this entire day without saying more than 2 words to me…I just, I don’t understand and look I’m sorry if I offenunmph.” 

Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt warm lips on yours. Slightly chapped, but nice. It felt nice. You reacted almost instantaneously, melting into the kiss. It was sweet, just your lips moving against eachother. 

He pulled away, panting slightly. Out of instinct you leaned forward to follow his lips, he chuckled at you. Resting his head on your forehead instead. “I’m sorry.” He whispered between the shared breaths. His eyes now seemingly to be unable to leave yours. His gaze was overwhelming, for a split second you almost wished he would go back to avoiding you. You didn’t know how much of this you could take. 

Now it was your turn to avoid his gaze, turning your head to the side. You put your hands on his chest, going to push him away from you. Your cheeks turning bright pink as the realization of what just happened settled into the air. 

You laughed forcefully, “All is forgiven! You can go now.” Speaking all too quickly, your tried again to put some distance between you and him. Cursing past you for standing against the door as you now have no place to back up from. He was so close, his hot breath fanning over your already too warm cheeks. 

Silently, he reached his hand to your chin. It felt like a spell had be broken, the shyness and avoidance you had gotten use to these past weeks disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. 

He turned your head to face his again, “No really, I’m sorry. I’ve been an asshole.” He sounded so sincere it made you sick, his eyes finding yours again. Holding you hostage under the intense gaze. Without thinking, your eyes flicked down to his lips again, quickly looking back up to his eyes. But not quick enough for it to go unnoticed. The small smile that tugged on his lips was all the warning you got before his lips were on yours again. 

This sudden boldness had taken you by surprised, as you were pressed even further against the door. He crowded around you, hand moving from your chin to cup the back of your neck. Keeping your lips pressed against his as they melded together, lips and tongues intertwining. The kiss quickly turned heated as you forced your head back to rest against the door behind you. 

“Let me make it up to you.” 

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authors note: IDK GUYS I KINDA ATE WITH THIS :))))) i really do like the way it turned out and i hope you guys do too!!! make sure your taking care of yourselves, much love <3

[faerie-fang]

show me your scars, i’ll show you mine

[mochikage]

your goofy fave who comes up to you when you’re out running errands or shopping with friends and says “my friend thinks you’re cute” while pointing off to the distance only for you to look where he’s pointing and see his reflection in a mirror winking at you

[gojosattoru]

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[murderofravens]

COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK PLEASE I NEED HIM TILL I CRY NEED HIM TILL I VOMIT NEED HIM TILL I PISS MYSELF PLEASE PLEASE IM GONNA BE SICK PLEASE I NEED HIS COCK OR I'LL DIE NEED IT NEED HIM TO FUCK ME SO BAD HIS COCK POPS OUT THROUGH MY THROAT PLEASE JUST ONCE PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE I KNOW ITS HUGE I NEED IT SO BAD

[sayurinn]

Yuuji page!!! 💛💛💛

[gojosbf]

at my beloved @itafushitrash's request

[zorosdimples]

mdni. cw: imagined dubcon if you squint. implied size difference. sweet yuuji has nasty thoughts, sometimes…

yuuji is a great boyfriend.

his sunny disposition shines brighter—grows infinitely more radiant—when you flash him even the smallest of smiles. he lives to see you happy, to witness your spirit light and unburdened; he can’t think of anything he wouldn’t do for you.

but even the best boyfriend is far from perfect.

he does well masking it. but yuuji finds his mind drifting at times, swirling dark as the moonlit sea. and when it crosses his mind, he’s drowning in the tide, prisoner to the salty waves. he’s unusually strong, and he uses his physical prowess for good; his creed is to help others. but sometimes, he can only think of how weak you are by comparison.

you can hold you own—he made sure of that when he taught you self-defense. despite any physical limitations you may have, you make up for it with your determination, the hard set of your jaw and the focus with which you retaliate and disarm. but yuuji almost always lets your win your play fights (the feral glint in your eye and the gleaming cut of your smile make him stir).

what also makes him stir, however, is the thought of overpowering you and pinning you down: your wrists grasped in one scarred palm, a strong thigh tucked firmly between your legs, a musculed arm wrapped around your soft waist—forcing you to arch up into him and yield.

guilt nips at his ears and twists his gut when he daydreams about taking advantage of you. but it also makes him twitch longingly, has him biting back rumbling grunts and breathy moans as he violently thrusts into his own grip, the crest of pleasure just as intense as the shameful drop afterward.

yuuji thinks he can fight these fantasies and defeat them like he does with curses. but over time, he learns that it’s a losing battle. the only option is to talk to you—to confess his sins and beg for forgiveness. he desperately hopes that you’ll find it in your heart to stay with him. so when you eventually tell your boyfriend that you’re eager to make his wet dreams a reality?

don’t expect him to hold back.

[mar-tacuba]

Choso & Yuji as MLPs

[fanta2y]

Nightmares

YAWL i love a good nightmare, late night comfort fic. so here is one, but with the loml himself, Itadori Yuuji. >0<

hope you guys enjoyyy !!

cw: panic attack, nightmares, talk of sleep medicine, sukuna being a canon asshole :(

word count: 1.1k

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1:37 A.M is the time the small alarm clock next to the bed in your dorm read. You were scrolling mindlessly through your phone, sleep evading you like it always seems to. Ever since you were young, sleep wasn’t something that came easy to you. It wasn’t anything sinister like nightmares or sleep paralysis. Sleep just didn’t seem to like you all that much. 

You had went to Shoko about it when you first arrived at Jujustu Tech, hoping maybe with all this new cursed technique mumbo jumbo that you still knew very little about. Something might be able to help you with your sleep issues. But unfortunately, she looked at you with a dull pity in her eyes as she handed you a familiar bottle of melatonin. 

“Sorry kid, but this is all I can do for you.” A small smile tugged on her lips as she shooed you from her office, another sorry called out to you before shutting the door. 

You sighed, rolling over to stare at the long forgotten bottle now collecting dust on your dresser. Melatonin had never worked for you, it use to when you were in middle school. But somewhere along the years the effectiveness it once had simply wore off. And now you were too scared of taking too many and not waking up to even try to dosage yourself properly to actually get some rest. 

A faint knock sounding at your door jolted you from your thoughts, your eyebrows furrowing as you stood from your bed. ‘Who else would be up this late?’ You questioned in your head, as you opened the door slightly. 

In front of you stood a clearly shaken Itadori, his pink hair was stuck to his forehead due to the sweat glistening off his skin. He was trembling where he stood, and his eyes were glued to his feet. 

“Itadori? Is everything okay?” You reached out slowly, attempting to rest the back of your hand onto his forehead. Maybe he was sick? Deliriously wandering around the dorms, but as your hand brushed his sweaty forehead he flinched back. 

His head jerked up to you, his eyes clearly unseeing as his chest began rising and falling rapidly. Panic shot through your system, your mind settling on one thing.

Nightmare.

“Hey. It’s okay, It’s just me.” You said, trying to even your voice to a calming tone and volume. You held your hands up infront of you, hoping to come off as unthreatening as possible. “Just try and follow my breathing, okay?” Over-exaggerating your breaths in hopes he would follow. He tried, his first breath coming in stuttery and he huffed out all to quickly. But it was a start. 

“You're doing great, Itadori. Keep matching me.” You smiled, gentle and kind. Patient. He felt himself calming down just at your kind nature.

But the guilt began slowly crawling back into his mind. He almost heard the familiar voice of the curse forever lurking just under his skin. 

It was almost enough to bring him right back into the thralls of panic that had even brought him to your door in the first place. But, just as he began to spiral again.

“I’m just going to hold your hand, is that okay?” 

Your soft voice rang out and your hands reached out to grasp his. Grounding him into the present, into the now. It made it easier to focus on his breathing as your thumb messaged small circles into the back of his hand. Your comforting warmth soothing over his achy bones. 

You had a sister who suffered from nightmares. You remember her always standing in your doorway, shaky and teary eyed as she dissolved into sobs in your lap. This routine was one you knew well, something that brought a comforting smile on your face as it reminded you almost sickeningly of home. 

As his breaths had almost evened out, he looked up at you sheepishly. A light pink dusted his cheeks. “I’m sorry about that…” He shook his head, chuckling dryly, “I initially just needed some company and remembered you mentioning your sleep problems so figured you’d be the only one awake.” His hand scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes avoiding yours.

You smiled, “Don’t be sorry, its okay. You wanna come inside?” He nodded, and you pulled on your still entangled hands and brought him inside your room. Thankful you had the freetime earlier to do some cleaning, or else this would’ve been a very embarrassing encounter. 

Motioning for him to join you on the bed, you felt around the darkness for your TV remote. Hoping to turn on some fun cartoons or something to take Itadori’s mind off of whatever was plaguing it. You didn’t know if you should ask, would that be pushing it? Would you just be reminding him of it? Before you could think much longer, his voice pulled you out of your thoughts once again. 

“Sukuna…uh he,” He cleared his throat, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “He sometimes gives me bad night terrors, I guess he has some sort of control over my dreams since we share a mind? Kind of?” His voice tapered off into a mumble, and he brought his forehead down to his knees. Hiding his face, you couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors that monster of a man could think up for poor Itadori. 

“I’m sorry, that must really suck.” He nodded at that, his head still nestled into his legs. You hadn’t known the boy for long, just shy of a few months you think. But he had always been charming to you. Something about his easygoing nature, his boldness, even a bit of his impulsiveness was endearing. He had made the already jarring transition a lot easier for you, understanding better than Fushiguro or Kugisaki could. Having been forced into the world without any prior knowledge just like you. 

“Welllll…” You pulled out the syllables, hoping to finally repay him for all the kindness he showed you. “We could go make some popcorn and grab some sodas from the kitchen and watch a movie?” 

“Human Earthworm 4?” His speech muddled through the fabric of his jeans as you chuckled. 

“Sure, we can watch Human Earthworm 4.” You sighed, a little too fondly. He squeezed your hand and your cheeks brightened at the realization that you had never let go of him. He looked up at you, his smile almost blinding.

“Thank you,” His words sincere, more sincere than you think you’ve ever heard them. “Now let go get some popcorn!” He jumps up from the bed, pulling a squeal from your lips as he drags you from your dorm towards the kitchen. His smile was too infectious for it to not tug on your own lips and force your smile to show, giggling along with him as you both went forward. 

Sleep long forgotten about.

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authors note: i actually really enjoyed writing this fic, i love the way it turned out. hopefully im writing all these 'in character' its one of my biggest things like, idk i just wanna do the characters justice and hopefully i am! anyways, thanks for reading !! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <33