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A Short Cute Headcanon: Yuji Having Cuteness Aggression 🥹❤️

Now that it’s evening and I finally have some time, here is your request @avabjorna36 🥰I wrote some Yuji cuteness aggression scenarios moments where I imagine him completely losing it because the reader is just too cute for him to handle. Enjoy it, and I hope other readers enjoy it too! Thank you so much for this sweet idea. I was honestly melting while writing it, oh my god 😭💕

Yuji absolutely suffers from cuteness aggression when it comes to you. The kind where his brain just stops working because he thinks you’re so adorable that he has to react somehow. Most of the time that reaction is… way too many kisses, a lot of squeezing, and dramatic overreactions.

When you wear a new dress, especially one that hugs your hips perfectly. Yuji completely loses it.

You’ll walk into the room expecting maybe a compliment, but instead he just freezes. His eyes go wide, his mouth opens slightly, and then suddenly he’s walking toward you like he’s in shock.

“Wait…wait…turn around again.”

You blink. “Yuji…”

“AGAIN.”

You spin slowly while he watches like he’s witnessing something divine. His eyes are practically sparkling.

“Your hips…what…how…” he runs a hand through his hair in disbelief. “You look insane. Like…like a goddess. I’m serious. This is illegal.”

And then he just grabs your hands, staring at you like he can’t process how lucky he is. And starts kissing to immediately and doesn’t let you go.

Sometimes his cuteness aggression shows up when you’re on your period, too. You’re grumpy, irritated, and everything feels annoying. You’re sitting on the couch with a blanket, already done with the world.

Yuji walks in, sees your pouty face, and instead of giving you space… he smiles.

Uh oh. You knew what this meant.

He immediately crawls next to you and cups your face.

“You’re so cute when you’re grumpy.”

“Yuji, don’t start..,”

Too late.

He starts attacking your face with kisses. Your cheeks, forehead, nose, everywhere. And he doesn’t stop.

“Yuji…stop….”

Kiss….kiss…another kiss.

“YUJI…”

He’s laughing the whole time, squeezing you in a hug while you try to push him away.

“You’re adorable! I can’t help it!”

You try to glare at him but you’re already smiling. When you cuddle, it gets even worse. You’ll just be lying together peacefully when suddenly Yuji squeezes you tighter.

“AHHHHH.”

You look up at him.

“What?”

“You feel like a plushie.”

Before you can respond he grabs your face and gives you five tiny rapid kisses on your lips.

“Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah.”

He pulls back and just stares at you with the softest, most love-struck expression imaginable.

“I love you so much it’s ridiculous.”

Another moment where he cannot behave is when you’re doing your makeup. You’re focused, carefully applying eyeliner in the mirror when suddenly you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Yuji, don’t…”

Too late again🤣.

Kiss on your cheek. Then another. Then your temple.

Then your other cheek.

“Yuji…”

“Kiss.”

“Yuji!”

“Kiss.”

You finally spin around, horrified.

“YUJI WHAT THE HELL, I WAS DOING MY MAKEUP.”

He gasps dramatically like he’s been caught committing a crime. And then he runs away laughing down the hallway before you can smack him. He is so childish sometimes hahahaha.

“YOU’RE EVIL!” you shout after him.

“WORTH IT!” he yells back.

And then there’s the Pikachu incident. You’re walking through a store when Yuji suddenly stops in front of a shelf and grabs a little Pikachu plushie. His face lights up immediately. He walks straight up to you and holds it next to your face.

“It’s you.”

You stare at him.

“Yuji. Why am I Pikachu?”

“It’s literally you.”

“Yuji.”

“Same energy.”

He keeps pushing the plushie into your face over and over.

“Look! Look! It’s you!”

You try to look annoyed but you start laughing instead. He grins proudly, hugging the plushie.

“See? I told you.”

And honestly, he’s right. Because whenever Yuji looks at you like that like you’re the cutest person in the world his cuteness aggression isn’t really about teasing.

It’s just his heart overflowing. 🥹❤️

Thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate all the support and every single reader. It means a lot to me. ☺️ If you liked this Short Cute Headcanon, feel free to check out my other ones too! And if you have a request, don’t be shy, just ask me and I might write something special for you. ❤️

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coralbae

ugly kid, sexy man

synopsis you find their ugly childhood photos characters gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, ino, yuji, megumi warnings silly banter, might give you flashbacks to ugly childhood moments

kawasphere

Dabura gray scale practice 🙇

angelmirth

texting smau with jjk men while they're on a cut

when you text your jjk bf a photo of your baking but they can't eat it because they're cutting ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა

includes: gojo, geto, sukuna, yuji, megumi, choso read pt. 2 with toge, yuta nanami, higuruma, toji here !

a/n: i made these in like an hour for fun yayy if anyone knows more realistic apps to make these PLS lmk bc i used memi message but i've def seen other texting aus that look way better

kawasphere

After shower w Dabura

niftysaurus

cw blood — vamp sukuna

niftysaurus

sukugo doodle that has been rotting in my drafts for a year

niftysaurus

idk sukuna is a slut tbh

f-tality0

Sukugo offerings (WIP

anniewinniie

hihihi sukugo wip

anniewinniie

Anddddd guess who drew sukuna again (i def didn’t think about @belimah’s reaction while drawing this)

f-tality0

Sukuna w goons but like if I forgot to add smthjbg it’s cause it’s 2am buhbye

anniewinniie

sukuna art dump

@belimah i think u will like this…

moonlightengel

Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

I don't typically post on tumblr so if you'd like to see updates and more drawings, follow my TikTok _moonlightengel_

shibuyafiles

ryōmen sukuna has a clingy s/o.

genre: fluff / comfort

the king of curses mutilates people for less than any of the things you do to him on a daily basis.

walking into the room to inform him of the latest update on the warfront, uraume decides they have certainly witnessed more compromising states than this.

they bow down before the king of curses, who is currently lounging on his throne with you draped over his shoulders—like some human mink coat or a sentient scarf of sorts, snoring softly into his unkempt hair.

“lord sukuna.” they rise and address him, tone within the emotional range of a stone.

“speak.”

“...i can return later.”

“no, report.”

uraume’s eyes divert to the snuffling form of you for exactly half a second, a monumental display of curiosity for the permafrost-carved servant. they begin their report, speaking in their usual monotone intonation, but sukuna catches note of the way their eyes keep drifting upward.

“what.”

“nothing, my lord.” uraume meets his four eyes, choosing the addition of words with care. “it’s just... interesting, to see you so—”

“watch your mouth before i slice it off.”

“accommodating.” uraume finishes, deadpan, because they've served him long enough to know when he’s all bark.

sukuna's upper set of eyes narrows, but the lower pair flicks upward—toward your head, where your exhales stir the fine strands of his light crimson hair.

“i am going to flay you,” he says, deeply flat.

burrowed so deep into the crook of his neck, sukuna feels the damp warmth of your huff against him like a warm parasite that had somehow convinced itself the king of curses is a personal mattress. your previously limp hand curls into the fabric of his dark kimono, loosely holding on to a fistful of the silk robe as you exhale harder into his thick neck.

uraume's eyebrow twitches, a fraction of a millimeter—practically a scream of emotion from them.

“finish the report,” sukuna growls, low enough that it vibrates through his wide chest—and through you, because you're plastered to his body like a second skin. you stir, mumble something unintelligible, and he stills again.

uraume continues, detailing the skirmish in various territories, relaying information on sorcerers who think they could exorcise a fragment of their lord’s power. standard fare and utterly boring, sukuna only half-listens. the other half of his attention tuned into the way your breath starts to even out again, deep and slow, weight becoming heavier against him—fully asleep and dead to the world, completely vulnerable in the lap of the most deadly being in existence.

reckless, sukuna thinks. how idiotic.

his lower left arm moves, the rough hand settling against the small of your back, steadying you as you slip dangerously close to sliding off his shoulder.

he adjusts without thinking—tugging you close against him, rearranging your limbs so you lay across his lap instead.

uraume stops mid-sentence.

“continue.” sukuna snaps.

“the latest front has been... largely pacified.” uraume’s voice is perfectly measured. their eyes are not—intrigued gaze fixing on the way sukuna’s thumb traces an absent circle against your spine. “we anticipate the remaining forces will mobilize. shall I—”

“no.”

uraume continues theorizing as sukuna's second mouth, the one on his stomach, lets out this tiny rumble—not quite a growl, nor a purr. something in between. something possessive.

he cuts uraume off without looking away.

“speak quieter.”

“very well.”

silence engulfs the quarters. uraume remains perfectly still, head bowed, waiting for the inevitable command to execute the upcoming massacres. the only sound is the rhythmic, maddeningly peaceful puff of oxygen against sukuna’s skin.

your hand finds one of his in your sleep, palm curling against two of his fingers. he stares at your grasp like it offends him.

"i am going to kill the rest," sukuna announces.

uraume nods, faint and brief.

“in the morning.”

“naturally.”

“when they’re awake.”

“i’m sure they’ll be devastated.”

sukuna’s eye twitches. he could kill uraume. he won't. but he could.

then you sigh in your sleep—soft, contented—and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, right over his pulse point, where the skin is thinner and no one has ever been dumb enough to put their mouth.

sukuna’s grip tightens around yours, his chest tightening. he grits his teeth.

“uraume.”

they perk up.

“find a blanket.”

uraume blinks, most expressive they've been in decades. “...a blanket.”

“you heard me.”

“of course, lord Sukuna.” they bow, and sukuna picks up on the hint of a smile his servant holds off.

the sliding doors shut behind uraume.

then sukuna is alone. with you, your breath—the hands, tiny compared to his, enveloped in his, and the infuriating, tight heat spreading through his torso.

a curse user who has unraveled sorcerers from the inside out, yet he cannot bring himself to move.

lacquerheadd

when i’m in a humongous honkers competition and these two show up

valkophile

being the chairman of a renowned corporation, valko is powerful, rigid, and dominant in the field of his career. he's a man who excels at everything — an erudite who's skillful in his profession.

his tongue was no different, sliding expertly on the exact places where he knows that makes you cry out his name.

“mph—valko—!”

you gasp, flying one hand quick enough to muffle the sinful sounds you spell out. the action made valko chuckle — amused, deep — reverberating delectably against your sensitivity. you can't help it, every drag feels like he's pushing you to the edge, add the mind tingling warmth of his mouth, god, it almost swirls you to oblivion.

he rests there, between the plush of your thighs, focused, as his arms coiled and locked around them, restraining the chances of movement you’ll make. it's not after a slow, prolonged stroke between your slit does he pull back, cutting the building pleasure in your stomach, a faint curse slipping out as he eyes on the puffy flesh he'd just feasted on.

you watch him lean against the flesh of your thigh, and despite the transparency of his glasses, the golden hues beneath mirrors the same want as yours.

“fuuuck—valko. valko…”

god, you're chanting his name now. every press of his lips, along with the warmth of his tongue against the sensitivity of your skin — wet, warm — only fueled your need. and valko caught it, the familiar scent of your desire, burning and intensifying in inextinguishable fire right before your hips could even begin squirming from the rigidity of his hold.

fuck.

“your scent…” he breathes out, his voice muffled as he trails the tip of his nose forward, indulging in your saccharine smell whilst leaving wet kisses on its wake. you could feel it — the playful exploration he does with your body — and you could only moan and lean your head back, blissful from the worshipping he performs.

it didn't take long until valko’s movement transitioned back to something of desperation. he pulls you closer by your hips, eliciting a sudden gasp from you when he dives back into you with a thundering growl.

you feel the warmth of his tongue again, clumsily searching its way to your bundle in wet, messy, squelching strokes. “valko!” you gasp his name, hands flying down to tangle them on his locks upon feeling the soft pressure of his canine against your sensitive bean that made you jolt.

the scent of your desire burns against his nostrils, and valko hums at this. “... it's getting stronger—” he whispers now, chuckling against your skin in every slightest tense of your muscles. your hips jerks upon feeling the delectable warmth of his breath kissing against where it hits, a pathetic whimper slipping right after.

your lips quiver from the overwhelming bliss he's giving you — just like you want. valko groans your name like a prayer, each syllable rolling out of his tongue in rich gentle praise.

“please…valko, please—wanna cum…”

and god how that drove him wild. thinking about how you beg him for something he alone can fulfill drives him haywire.

he chuckles as he locks himself between the confines of your thighs. “it's damn addicting—fuuuck—you’re damn addicting.” was all he said — raw, breathless — as he licked you once more.

down he goes this time, spreading the slickness of your slit painfully slowly with the tip of his nose as he traced himself down, leaving messy, and open-mouthed kisses as he moves to drink in where you await him.

this was rushed huhu blame my hands for typing automatically lmao. apologies if this doesn't make any sense, i'm learning about putting proper words for this type of troupe TT. yeah anw this was inspired by his trailer >w<. i'm a sucker for his easygoing nature (ilove him). go ahead and watch it now if you haven't. also, have u heard his chuckle? its eargasm bae btw. oh and i love his glasses too.

dun forget to lmk what u think about this one. byeee <3

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