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JJK FIRST YEARS STYLING YUTA FOR HIS FIRST DATE <repost update>
Yuji, Nobara and Megumi prepare for Yuta's first date with Maki <3
Happy death anniversary to Gojo Satoru and Merry Christmas y'all! 🎁
girldad! yuta headcanon
~ Yuta's babygirl is absolutely embarrassed when her papa Yuta comes to pick her up after kindergarten. Much like her mom, she believes Yuta to be a bit of a wallflower. Little does babygirl know that every other mom waiting at the gate does a double take when Yuta arrives. By the time babygirl reaches the gate and jumps into Yuta's hands, the moms are crowded around him, begging for a play date.
~ Yuta’s little girl has a special morning routine where she picks out his tie for work, even though Yuta doesn’t wear ties most days. She’ll scrunch her nose, pick the brightest, most mismatched one, and insist, “This one makes you look like a prince, Papa!” Yuta always wears it, grinning through the teasing from his colleagues. He also wears all the bracelets, necklaces and tiaras loud and proud.
~ On rainy days, Yuta’s little girl loves putting on her yellow raincoat and matching boots to go “puddle hunting” with him. She always claims the biggest puddles are “special” and insists they jump in them together. He will be on standby with two huge towels to wrap up his babygirl so she won't be cold post the splashy fun.
~ Every Friday, Yuta brings his daughter a tiny bouquet of flowers when he picks her up from kindergarten, and she squeals, “For me?!” as though it’s the first time every time. "for papa's lil princess." yuta tells her. Her friends are so jealous of it, whenever they see it, they run to their impressed moms and nervous dads with tears in their eyes.
~ Babygirl would refuse to be taken care of by anyone other than Yuta when she's sick. Even after consistent pushing from her mommy, Yuta has to give up and take a leave from work to look after his babygirl who is pink in the face with swollen cheeks from the flu. She holds on to and suckle on Yuta's finger as she falls asleep. When she wakes up without a fever, she finds Yuta fast asleep beside her and giggles.
~ Yuta loves taking his babygirl on 'bring your child to work' days where the Jujutsu Society officials gawk at the mini Okkotsu, who is sits on her papa's shoulders and ogles at everything. Little does she know that her wimpy looking papa is one of the strongest sorcerers in the world and that no danger would ever reach her as long as he is alive.
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MAKI'S HUSBAND Y'ALL - THE ONE AND ONLY YUTA OKKOTSU
The Promiscuous Viscount - Gojo Satoru
A jujutsu kaisen x Bridgerton story
content: mdni 18+, depictions of intercourse, swearing, adultery, multiple partners, angst (lots of it), political marriage trope
word cnt: 3.6k
For the first time in the storied decades of the 'social seasons,' no title had ever felt more destined for him, the most eligible bachelor in the ton. Dearest readers, this season's incomparable diamond was no fair lady but a gentleman of legendary charm. Enter the illustrious Viscount of the famed Gojo family—Satoru Gojo. At twenty-eight, he stood as though sculpted by the gods themselves, with tresses of silky moonlight and eyes that eclipsed even the queen’s most opulent sapphires. When Her Majesty proclaimed him this year’s most eligible, the announcement was met with both astonishment and unanimous approval.
Yet, the perfect equilibrium of things was thwarted when Lord Satoru chose his bride. Whispers filled the grand halls, naming the daughters of Duke Zenin, Viscount Ieiri, and Earl Iori as the likeliest contenders for his favor. These were women of impeccable rank and beauty, often seen basking in his fleeting attention. None could have foreseen the twist of fate when Lord Satoru—known for his roguish courtships—turned his gaze away from noble lineage and crowned you, Y/N L/N, an untitled lady, as his heart's sovereign. With no rank to your name and little knowledge of aristocratic customs, you stood as an unlikely contender in this glittering world of prestige. Yet, your unwavering belief in the possibility of lasting love and your determination to face the enigmatic Viscount was incomparable too.
[[spoilers]]
Imagine being born and living your life knowing you are nothing but humanity's strongest weapon. A weapon not a person.
To answer Geto's question,
He was the strongest because he was Gojo Satoru. No one else would shoulder this blasphemous degree of injustice, horror and isolation.
Justice for Gojo.
the whole debate about whether writers should be able to write 18+ stories about minor characters has gotten so blown out of proportion.. These are fictional drawn characters that are being given a storyline for a part in their fictional lifetime. It's completely different from(for example)aging up an actual famous minor that someone might like to write smut since you cant age up a real person until they've actually lived those years. However a drawing can be redrawn to look and act older. Because in reality these fictional characters don’t have any distinct features telling us they are teenagers besides their author mentioning it in the story other wise we wouldn’t know how old these characters are and it wouldn’t entirely matter because its a CHARACTER, so the fight that we are pretending to write sex with a minor is futile because we are just not. These are just characters, not real people, if you can’t separate the two then thats on you. A fictional character can be written for in any time of their life because their entire life is fake and any one in the world could make up a story about the same character🤷♀️. And most Japanese manga and anime characters are written to resemble adults, you don’t see many teenagers fighting wars and curses😭😭😭
if yure so bothered stay out the hashtag, scroll...
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Love on the grid spinoff series with Gojo satoru
Coming soon...
Your boyfriend Yuta, albeit known as a gentleman in public has his days when he is an utter, unexplainable freak. Much like your periods derails your mood for a week, there will be certain days each month, where Yuta is so lust driven, that he starts being not so gentlemanly.
Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+
On some mornings when you would be bustling about the kitchen fixing some breakfast or getting ready for work, you'd find Yuta lounging on his cush sofa, head propped on the arm of the seat, eyes watching your every moment hungrily as his other hand would fidget on his lap, tracing patterns in the linen of his pants while maintaining eye contact.
When he'd get back from his missions, dusty and weary, he'd plop himself down on the nearest chair, his katana hanging in between his legs with his head resting on the handle. You'd come round the corner, asking him about his day and he'd tell you, in a low, composed voice - as his hands went up and down the covered blade, smoothly like a cat's movement. You'd eye the shaft of his sword and bite your lip sheepishly.
It had been a few weeks since you and Yuta had last done the dirty, owing to his busy schedule and now, you were needier than ever, trying to get him alone and hot and pounce on him. You would always fail though, because Yuta would have to rush to his work, planting a kiss on your forehead. This was the daily routine now for a fortnight and you were utterly puzzled. Yuta would NEVER say no when you looked at him like you'd suck the life out of his cock.
On one of these busier nights, you unassumingly entered your house, unlocking the door and heading to your shared room with a tired sigh. It would be a bit till Yuta would be back, maybe you could take a steaming shower...
"ugghh..." You hear the unmistaken grunt, a familiar, welcome sound.
What the?
You hesitate at the doorknob but take a deep breath and open the door a crack, just enough to get a view of your bed. There in the eeriness of the moonlight night sky sat Yuta. The angle allowed you to watch him like a peeping tom with a gaping mouth as you saw him stroke and glide a needy hand over his erect shaft that peeked out of his pants. In between his thighs, his katana stood as he held on to it, more like gripped it for his life as he increased the pace of pumping his length.
Your ears bled from happiness at the noises Yuta made, hungry whimpers and angry grunts that echoed and bounced off the walls of the otherwise quiet house. You saw the moonlight illuminate his cock and make it look godly - tall and veiny.
Before he could cum though, he let himself go for a second and you could stand there simply watching anymore. You bust through the door and face him, huffing with longing. He turns and eyes you with sad, doe like eyes - his signature expression. It almost looks comical - sad, teddy bear Yuta plopped on your bed with his vain dick on full display.
"Yuta.." you gasp, approaching him, unbuttoning the top of your dress shirt.
"Please-" you whisper, reaching out and pressing your hands on his chest as he looks up at you. "Please, fuck me."
"Please..." You beg again as he starts removing his white button up and places his katana on the bed. You are quick to rid yourself of your clothes in the meantime. He grabs you by your hips and makes you sit on his lap, back plush against his chest, your thighs spread out on his muscular ones.
He places his chin on your neck as he carefully slides you atop his hardened cock.
"Yuta.. I've wanted this so bad.." you kiss his cheek tenderly. "For so long..."
"Baby, I wanted one peaceful night with you..." He rasped needily, putting his palm on your clit and stroking, just like he was stroking his sword the other day.
"One night away from this damned job so O could satisfy the woman I love."
"Yuta, shut up and go harder!" You whine, trying to bounce on his lap to increase the friction as he keeps his pace devilishly slow.
"two weeks made you this impatient?"
He asks, cocking his hear to side, eyeing you from your left. He begins to accelerate, his fingers intertwining with the folds in your nether region, earning a pleasing moan from you.
"Y-yu-Yutah-I-Pl-"
"What's wrong baby?" He asks, pushing up into you hard.
"Can't form words?"
You can't and so you resort to screaming his name out as your orgasm crashes onto you.
The next few seconds are pure bliss as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your muscles relax atop his body.
"Feel better now?" A sweet voice cuts through your fog. Generic Yuta with his aftercare.
"Okkotsu Yuta." You kiss him harshly.
"If you ever stroke a f*cking sword better than you stroke me, you're never getting head again!"
You relish Yuta's shocked expression as you hop off his dick and go about your merry way.
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(I edited the pic a bit. Gege always makes him look so depressed haha)
This cvnty Yuta volume cover is giving me so many unholy ideas. You cooked Gege, well done, I'm sat.
Imagine him slowly stroking his hard length while looking at you like that from across the room, demanding for you to strip. I'd not survive it
this writer's block is cruel :-(
warning: mentions of mental health, toxic family, panic attacks and some smut at the end!
Husband! Yuta who picks up calls on your behalf, so you don't have to talk to your family when they call to harass or taunt you. He listens patiently and very politely tells them to not cross a line. He has one hand on your back as you listen to their conversation, hyperventilating. He strokes you back and keeps looking at you as he speaks, making sure he becomes the wall that will protect you.
Husband! Yuta who doesn't let you be hyper-independent like you were raised to be and always offers help. He never lets you do any task that you show the slightest reluctance for doing. He tells you it's okay to rely on him sometimes because that's how love works. He makes you realize that love isn't a transaction and that you always deserved to be told that your closed ones will be there for you.
When planning trips, Husband! Yuta often makes you into a passenger princess. You just have to hold onto his arm and zone out as he guides you along. Husband! Yuta will always make sure to give you the seat you like, always buy seats with legroom and recline, always make sure you don't have to carry any of the luggage or worry about documents.
Husband! Yuta who is an exceptional listener and can listen to and advice you for hours. He would stay up with you and calm you down when you are stressed beyond belief and would sit with you and watch a comedy, prepare snacks and cuddle with you to make you feel better. Of course you do the same for him, whenever he needs it, he is much more active about making sure of your wellbeing.
Husband! Yuta who believes in positive reinforcement and tells you every day, multiple times a day about how beautiful you are, how smart you are and how much of a good person you are. That he is so lucky to have you connected to him, as he strokes your wedding ring. Sometimes you'd see his eyes turn glassy as he reminisces just how much he loves you.
Husband! Yuta who always shows you off to his co-workers whenever there's a work lunch/dinner. He always makes sure to take you along and often would start conversing with others about you, your work, your hobbies, your interests. His coworkers would desperately try to excuse themselves and you'd have to distract Yuta so they could flee. Yuta would be pouty but enjoy the rest of the event with you by his side.
Husband! Yuta who always pushes you to be your best because growth and change are important. He tells you where you are lacking and how you can improve. But he is always so considerate and constructive about it that it rarely feels like a degrading remark. Growing up, you always felt pierced through by people's eyes or remarks, but Yuta makes sure that 'constructive criticism' remains constructive.
Husband! Yuta who would take his time in bed with you and tell you how much he loves you each time he thrusts into you or eats you out like a madman. He couldn't be bothered to care that much about his own climax until you are properly done. You have to remind him that he needs some relief to, with a small smile as he laughs, and you take good care of him.

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boyfriend!yuta headcanons
a/n: i have been having major yuta brainrot as of late ,, here u guys go ! i hope these are too badly ooc seeing as though I’ve only written for him a couple times ! they’re a bit all over the place so plz lmk what y’all think :3
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first things first this boy is an absolute nervous wreck anytime he’s around you before he asks you out, I’m talking stuttering and fumbling over his words, looking anywhere but you, trying his best to not embarrass himself (he inevitably does poor guy)
asks you out when it’s just the two of you, on a picnic or watching a movie, his palms are sweaty because what if he just hallucinated you saying you liked him back and this is a big mistake??
okok this boy would definitely wear those ‘i love my s/o’ shirts, starts off as a joke, then wears it unironically because yeah, he does love you, what about it??
the biggest simp in the world yall, does anything you want him to, buys you whatever you want whenever you want it, you tell him jump he’s asking how high while already jumping
it’s a serious problem, considering you now have to make it clear that just because you say something is nice doesn’t mean you want it
warning: angst short drabble
Your hands run through your hair with an anxious tremble as you tap away on your phone.
"Satoru, why won't you reply?"
"I was busy, sorry."
"Ah alright. How are you doing?"
"just fine."
The conversation felt so dry, you could feel the balloon of hope in your chest deflate miserably. Would anyone be able to tell from this conversation that the two of you were all over each other two nights ago.
It had happened so ceremoniously and predictably, none of your friends were surprised. But you were. Because Gojo had decided to ghost you for two whole days before answering now.
What happened? Did you do something wrong?
"I wanted to talk... Are you free?" You wrote, pursing your lips in anticipation and hesitating before finally hitting send.
"Not at the moment." He replied shortly.
"It'll take just a moment."
"Sorry, I have to go."
He was being ruthlessly curt. So parched when he was whispering honey soaked words in your ears in the depths of night.
You didn't need to wait. He could make time. Especially when he has wasted hours of yours, making you obsess over him.
You hit the call button on his contact.
There is an awkward silence before he finally speaks. "I told you I-"
"Why Satoru? Why won't you talk to me?" You find yourself gasping into the phone with a half broken voice.
"What did I do wrong?"
"You didn't." Satoru says after a short pause.
"It's all on me."
"W-what do you mean?" You ask, practically begging.
"I am incapable of loving you."
His words are like an arrow piercing your heart. It's not you, it's not another woman, it's not society. He doesn't want you.
After that short lived stint with Satoru Gojo, you would find many men who would come, speak of sugary promises with love filled gazes.
But your heart would always feel that they are incapable.