Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader Oneshots

Itadori x Reader

"Calm down!"
"Back off a bit."
"Why don't you listen to me?"
"Stop it!"

My fists were bloodied and scraped as I pounded into the curse below me. Unbridled rage coursed through my veins, my body hot and sweaty but not willing to stop. Everything else was muffled and irrelevant when this feeling poisoned my mind.

I was vaguely aware of someone shouting and probably trying to get me to stop but I couldn't. Pain erupted across my skin, an assortment of wounds littering my body and tearing further with each punch I landed on the already dead curse. It was a curiosity how I haven't passed out yet. The adrenaline must've kept me awake.

"I said stop!" A hand gripped my shoulder, yanking on my body as I fell back. Arms wrapped around me, suffocating and unwanted. I needed to keep going even if it killed me but this person was set on stopping me.

"Please, just calm down." Familiarity struck me as I recognized the voice. I looked up to find Itadori's face staring at me in concern. It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on me as my body shook, shaking me from my violent trance as I clung to him to steady myself. I needed something to ground me as he held me tight until the feeling passed.

It took a long while till I had stopped shaking. All that could be done when I got like this was to wait it out, even when I would convulse slightly or beg to be let go so I could bloody my knuckles a bit more in the curse corpse. It wouldn't get me anywhere but pain and that was something Itadori refused to let me have.

It was part sweet and part irritating. I wanted justice, vengeance for all the lives the curse had taken selfishly. I wanted to tear its corpse apart well past death until it was screaming in its afterlife from the horror. My teeth clenched at the thought, earning a squeeze of Itadori's arms around my body to silence the yearning.

"C'mon y/n, deep breaths like we've practiced okay?" he whispered gently, one hand moving to the top of my head as his fingers slid through my hair. I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth together before following along with his deep breathing, feeling the rush of oxygen enter my head to make me woozy. But being dizzy and drained was better than hell bent and bloodthirsty I suppose.

Even after I had calmed down, weak in Itadori's hold, he didn't let me go yet. He only rocked us back and forth slowly like I was some child that needed to be put down for a nap. Dangerously, it was working as my eyes began to droop with the exhaustion of the fight and my rage.

Itadori was a weakness for me, a vulnerability that no matter how many times I pushed him away, he always came back with a smile to help me...to save me from myself. And for that I would always be grateful, even if I never showed it.

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I didn't even realize I had passed out until I found myself waking up in a comfy bed, the smell of blood gone from my nose and the taste of metal dulled. I squirmed under the blanket, getting myself tangled in my attempts to free myself from the confines of comfort.

It turns out it wasn't only the blanket I was tangled in as strong arms pulled me down to the bed, my body being caged in against a gentle warmth. Tilting my head to look over my shoulder, I spotted a sleeping Itadori, his face pressed against my back and arms around my middle.

I tried not to blush with the fact that he was spooning me but I also wouldn't deny that it felt nice to wake up to his solid body pressing against me like an overly stuffed large stuffed animal or pillow. I was tempted to push him off the bed just to let him know where I stood on affection in general...but affection like this from Itadori was a totally different ballgame. I would never deny myself this feeling, butterflies flitting around in my stomach with my skin tingling along my arms.

Instead, I sighed in defeat and settled back on the bed, pushing my back against his chest comfortably with a pout. I was a sucker, a softie for Itadori evidently. It wasn't my fault when the stupid boy was so kind and caring to everyone...even people like me who would get so upset during fights that he needed to be held down and coddled in order to stop himself from breaking his own hand.

"Will you stop overthinking and rest already?" Itadori's groggy voice grumbled against my back. I flinched and tensed up, scoffing while also impressed that he could tell exactly what I was doing. I was going to try and deny it but I knew better than to start this fight. It was one of the few fights I knew I would lose. Instead I grunted and pulled the blanket over our bodies higher.

"You're such a buzzkill, Itadori. You stop me from having fun and then try to stop me from thinking? Sounds toxic and controlling to me," I huffed, though I didn't mean a word of it. I loved when Itadori was like this with me. Because if he didn't show me a soft side then who would? I only wanted his caring side anyways.

"Shut up and sleep, y/n. I care about you too much to let yourself stay awake a minute longer," he mumbled, moving his head behind me to peck the back of my neck. The hairs along my skin rose in response, a warmth spreading along my face at the feeling. There was nothing left to say after that so I let myself melt in his arms and close my eyes.

"You're so annoying..." I whispered quietly. In my own way, it was how I said I cared for him too. And by the way Itadori chuckled softly and held me tighter, I knew he understood what I meant.