girlyuuta

[girlyuuta]

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS!

fwb with the jjk men who swear theyre not falling inlove

content: 2.6k wc + not proofread, hair pulling, degrādation, pssy eating, raw-dogging, sēx, exhibitionism, humiliation, toxic, controlling, just nasty

feature: choso, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

CHOSO KAMO

THEY CAN’T TELL BUT I LOVE YOU, CAUS’ YOU’RE LOYAL BABY

Fwb!Choso who’s not entirely sure why he agreed to be friends with benefits with you. You told him you felt the same way about his intense desire for you, and all he knows is how to quench it. Fwb!Choso who doesn't want to lose this, but he's too shy to ask you to be his girlfriend. If being your fwb is the only way to keep it going, then so be it. Fwb!Choso who’s in a daze from your insides, pounding into your pussy and whimpering spews on how much he loves you.

He loves when you're on top of him, he likes it when you control him and use him. He loves to see you bouncing up and down on his cock, he thinks it should be dubbed as one of the 7 wonders of this world—thinks it's enticingly beautiful watching you moan and whine while taking him.

With each passing day he finds himself only being able to cum to you. He's so desperate for you, so embarrassingly addicted to you, but you don’t even see.

He’s mesmerised after fucking you, thinking about it for hours - days or even more. He can't believe he gets the chance to have you all over him. You gave him the allowance to be deep inside your folds, to feel your walls clench around his girth, telling him how good he is, fuck—he loves you.

His favorite song is when you say his name. He never thought he could make a pretty girl like you call out his name like a chant, bouncing against his skin as he fucks into you, drilling his way through your guts like theres no tomorrow.

“You’re so tight–mgh! Baby, please juus’ like t-that, ’gonna make me cum…” strong grips on your sides as he fucks you, he’s truly a mess, babbling about how good your pussy is.

He never wants to imagine a world where you’re not in it, he has dreams about you. Sometimes, sweet—others are bittersweet, some even fully sour. But he wakes up happy all the same, knowing you’re gonna tell him to come over, and he’s gonna waste no time fulfilling your every request, because he wants you in more ways than just sex.

Friends with benefits Choso who calls you his aphrodite, his muse and the impediment of perfection. As hard as it may be Choso doesn’t regret agreeing to be friends with benefits, with you.

You’re so good for him and he’s so good for you, and he’ll wait however long it may take to make you his—beyond sex.

NANAMI KENTO

WE DON'T GOTTA BE INLOVE, NO - I DONT GOTTA BE THE ONE, NO

Fwb!Nanami who uses it as an excuse to resolve some stress at first, you mutually agreed no feelings, no falling in love. Fwb!Nanami, who he treats you as if you were his girlfriend, cleans you up after he rearranged your guts, giving you kisses down your spine telling you how good you did while he wipes you fresh. You have such a strong hold on him that he eventually finds himself needing you at all times of the day and night.

You were standing in your kitchen, your heart pounding with excitement as you listened to Nanami's heavy breathing over the phone. "I'm on my way," he said, his voice low and husky. You could practically feel his arousal through the phone line, and it got you excited.

Friends with benefits Nanami who had agreed, no feelings, no falling in love. But as you hung up the phone and he made his way to you, he couldn't help but wonder if that was still possible. Nanami had always been good to you, taking care of you in ways that went beyond just being friends. He had a way of making you feel loved and cherished, even when you knew it was just physical.

When he finally arrived, you could see the desire in his eyes as he took in your appearance. He pulled you into a deep kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he explored every inch of you. "You look amazing," he’d murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Friends with benefits Nanami who watches you undress with a hungry gaze, his eyes devouring every inch of your naked flesh. "I need you," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "I need to be inside you."

You moaned as he entered you, his cock filling you up in a way that made your toes curl. He thrust into you hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer as you rode out the intense sensations.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Nanami groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he drove into you. "I could stay inside you forever."

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing as you prepared to explode. But just as you were about to cum, Nanami pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and wanting.

"Not yet," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to make this last."

GOJO SATORU

I LOVE IT WHEN I BREAK SKIN, YOU FEEL PAIN WITHOUT FLINCHIN’

Fwb!Satoru who never thought he’d become smitten over some girl's pussy, until that some girl ended up being you. Oh boy, you took him so well, and you were cute doing it. You knew how to drive him crazy and he fucking loved it. Fwb!Satoru who jokes about his ‘hoes’ even though no one knows he got rid of them all—right after he finally got a taste of you.

You're not his, and he knows this. Yet he finds himself threatening every man that tries to come near you. And when his friends ask why he’s so obsessed with you, he just tells them he can’t lose a good pussy like yours.

But when you’re in private behind closed doors he's eating you out, telling you how good you taste between muffled licks.

“Feels so good toru’...ngh–” you moan.

He has your legs locked around his neck while he’s drowning in your cunt. Licking and digesting everything in sight. He eats so sloppy, like a king eats his feast. Greedily devouring everything down to the last bit.

“Ughmnm, tathes even b-betther mmhm…baby,”

You have no idea what he said. You're too lost in his mouth and the pleasure that he's giving. His tongue is so wet, it slides along your lips and folds with ease. His lips are targeting your puffy clit - sucking in circles. Making you moan louder, arching into his face as he sucks his way to find your orgasm. Your hands deep in his white strands, tugging and pulling anything you feel.

He feels your cunt clench on his tongue. His dick throbs as he tastes your orgasm. His head was further ensnared between your legs. Unable to hold a steady breath, as he pulls back from your heat, raising himself to get a better look at the scene he caused.

Your juices are all over his mouth and chin. And his hair—messy and tangled from where your fingers laid. But he couldn’t care less. His eyes are hooded as he looks up at you, breathing heavily. "One s’not enough, m’ gonna need another one from you sweetheart,"

Your friend with benefits Satoru Gojo, who wants to own you in every sense of the word, but settles for just your body.

You don’t belong to him. But that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it while it lasts.

GETO SUGURU

LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY, HE KNOWS HOW TO GET THE BEST OUT OF ME

Fwb!Geto who tempts you in public like a perv, who messes with you relentlessly. You’re rarely ever not seen by his side. Fwb!Geto who’ll full on fuck you anywhere, at anytime and any moment of the day. Fwb!Geto who has fucked you almost every where—and he knows you won’t stop him, because you never do. You love it just as much as he does. He loves making you feel good, making you need to rely on him.

He knows you too well, making it his sole objective in life to tease you. Once he has you worked up, he takes you home, providing you no help to finish the problem he started. And next time he sees you? Oh, he has the audacity to act like a good friend, like nothing happened. Like he didn’t take you home with your panties soaking and your body aching. As if he didn’t tell you to send him a video of you cumming on your own fingers, right after.

He loves to see your cheeks burning in public, knowing exactly how he got you there. Friends with benefits Geto who’s just so full of himself, you can't do anything, can't even retaliate because nobody is going to believe that Geto, charming and good looking, good grades and talented—is truly is such a devil.

You don't have any proof to back up what you're saying. Not a single hickey or a scratch on your skin, because he never puts them anywhere noticeable, always making sure you look the same way as you came.

Friends with benefits Geto, the one who holds your hand whenever you need comfort, and hugs you when you're feeling down, the one you go to when you have a bad day and all you want is a good fuck, because you know he won't say no, and if you're in the mood, he'll drop whatever he's doing just for you, because he's just so whipped for you

Truly, Geto doesn't care if you're having a bad day or a good one, you're gonna get fucked regardless, and the moment he walks into the room, you're already wet, and when he finally comes close, his tongue is already out, licking away at your cunt as if you're his favorite meal, and when he finally puts his dick in you, he doesn't let up until you've orgasmed at least 3 times.

The way he looks at you when he's inside you, the way he calls your name. And his hands, his beautiful hands that wrap around your neck just so perfectly, you're a sucker for them.

You’re so used to it, and he knows it, and he uses it against you, because he can do it anywhere, at school, the park, at his house and you’ll let him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

GIVE ME TOUGH LOVE, LEAVE ME WITH NOTHIN’ WHEN I COME DOWN, MY KINDA LOVE

Fwb!Sukuna who's the one who says no feelings in the first place, but it’s the way you treat him—that’s got him in a rabbit hole. Enjoying while you work his cock like no one else possesses, he's pretty damn sure he's infatuated with you. Fwb!Sukuna who likes to ask what you're wearing to your friends' get-together, only to come over and fuck you, leaving your friends to wonder where you were.

It's all about the thrill of it, sneaking around. Sukuna gets off on knowing no man can live up to him, no man will get the chance.

Sukuna loves to edge you when it comes to anything, specifically—sex. He'll even push you to the verge of cumming before stopping and making you ride him off; “you’re that desperate to cum”. Other times, he will tie you up, and leave you there on the bed all hot and bothered, only to come back an hour later and fuck you like he never left.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who is just so possessive. Who relishes in marking you all over, to make it absolutely certain everyone knows that you're his slut. He doesn't need to think twice to flaunt whatever marks accumulated on his body. He tells you you’re just his toy, just there for his pleasure, but his words hold no weight because he knows he wants there to be more.

Sukuna who is usually not the type of guy to have sex and care about the other person finishing, but with you he never lets you leave the bed without an orgasm. It boosts his ego, lets him know he's the only one who can make you feel good.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who calls you over any time he wants, who’ll come over any time he wants. He’ll call you at the ass crack of down just because he missed his favorite girl.

He likes to embarrass you in front of anyone who tries to talk to you, or any guy in the vicinity of you two. He slaps your ass in the middle of a conversation and pulls on your shirt when you try to walk away. He’s childish and stubborn—he feens, to make you mad so he can show you what mad really is.

You’re just a toy but he defends your name in any instance. You’re just there for pleasure but he buys you whatever you want. He knocks on your door at random to take you out, even though you're just friends with benefits.

You’re just a ‘toy’ but he won't admit he’s in love.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

TELL NOBODY I CONTROL YOU, I BROKE YOU JUST TO OWN YOU

Fwb!Toji who thinks your pussy belongs to him, thinks that he didn't spend all this time stretching you out on the daily, for nothing. So when he sees that one co-worker he hates, trying to talk to you, Fwb!Toji loves to remind you who you belong to.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mouth is just so nasty, he's a man who knows how he wants his dick sucked, and your pussy ate. He’s a man with experience especially, your body. He knows what you can handle and he knows what you can't.

He hates sharing you with anyone, hates your exes, hates his friends around you, hates your friends stealing his time with you, and absolutely despises the thought of anyone seeing you naked besides him.

Friends with benefits Toji who you’ve been fucking on and off for the past few months, and made it clear that your cunt was made to take his cock.

He’ll take you out to the club, bar, restaurants and show you off. He has you wrapped around his finger, cause he knows when you throw your little fits about his blatant flirting - all he has to do is put it inside and you’ll be crying about how good you feel instead.

Friends with benefits Toji who can’t stand your co-worker. More often than not you’d run into him and he’d spark up a conversation. Toji couldn’t understand why this weirdo was so close to you. Sure, you were just work mates, but you belonged to him. He didn’t spend all this time making sure you were nice and loose for him, just for another man to try and take his place.

He acts like a cold stone asshole in public for the rest of the night—until he gets you home. When he knows you have nowhere to run, and even if you could you wouldn’t. Not that he’d let you even if you tried.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mean on these types of nights, only chasing after one thing and that’s to break you down and remind you it should be him you focus on.

His sentences sting, it’s the jealousy talking. He’s gonna bruise you, choke you and make your body sore after tonight. And after it’s all over he’ll run a bath for you both, to ‘get clean’, just to fuck you in it.

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a soul he refused to curse

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Headcanon number 2: Yuta specifically listens to female kpop bands/singers

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He finally fell asleep in the arms of his big teddy bear

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his favorite view

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noiz for a good friend at the start and end of the year hahaa

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hi! this might be a bit of a vague ask, but how do you think yuuta is as a partner? like how does he treat his partner, his love language, giving & receiving affection, how a relationship with him would develop, etc. what are his guilty pleasures in a relationship? what are his favourite things to do with a partner? that kind of thing lol. i'm just in love with your yuuta so i was very curious! sorry!

hmm ok well there are basically 3 or 4 yuutas/yuuta aus that live in my head, and then like… some…. ground state version of him that is applicable to most boyfriend aus if that makes any sense 😭 idk how to explain this... but he’s got isomers that all can exist to me and then one normal version that’s just like… the core of who he is. i’m gonna stop talking about that now, but that’s all to say that the specifics of his guilty pleasures and favorite things to with his partner would depend on the au? but generally, he’s a very loyal and intimate person, so that carries through in all his thoughts and actions no matter which au it is

the love language his gives his acts of service. you want something, yuuta will get it for you or do it for you or figure out how to make it for you. he’s a yes man in the sense that he does not know how to say no to you. he’ll say yes before you can even finish detailing what it is you’re asking of him, and it stems from a few reasons.

firstly, yuuta is loyal, almost to a fault, so it doesn’t really matter what he does or who he hurts or undermines if he believes his words/actions are going to keep you safe or please you. his moral compass is skewed in the sense that he goes wherever you go, and it is about the final destination for him and not the journey; he wants to meet you where you are, and he won’t let things get in his way of getting to you. 

secondly, while yuuta is very jealous, possessive, and protective where it concerns you, he also has a deep desire for you to feel the same way about him, no matter how extreme or mundane that is. he wants to be the person you ask to do favors for you, he wants you to show him that you know that he’s yours to ask, to take advantage of, to, quite literally, make all your requests come true. also he pouts if you ask someone else, and considers murder if somebody else volunteers in his place. 

thirdly, there’s a bit of insecurity at play, too; yuuta puts you on a pedestal, and as such, he concretely believes that he isn’t truly worthy of you. you’re otherworldly to him, and he is just someone lucky enough to get to worship you in such proximity; so, he knows that, given the chance, anybody else would want to do the same thing, and he’ll be damned if he lets somebody else get the chance to take care of you. he knows somebody else could, so he doesn’t ever want to take the chance to let them. 

this last reason kind of ties in to all the previous ones, but he also gets off on pleasing you. in the literal, sexual sense, he could cum in his pants just from fingering you or eating you out, or honestly just kissing on the right day. but also, there’s a profound sense of pride and happiness in his chest whenever he does something for you. he’s happy to have made you happy or to have lifted a little burden for you, and he’s proud of himself because he’s proven to himself once again that while he might not be the greatest or strongest or smartest person, he’s more than capable of taking care of the person he loves, and that’s more than enough for him :(( also the words ��thank you” coming from you is dirty talk to him he doesn’t even know it but his praise kink goes crazy

in terms of receiving affection, maybe quality time? yuuta could force his own proximity to you if he wanted to (and sometimes, he does), but there’s a certain… joy? relief? reassurance? when you choose to spend time with him or be close to him. it’s a reminder that you want to be with him even half as much as he wants to be with you. he also strikes me as the kind of person to have a bunch of little hobbies and/or to always have some kind of errand to run, so you choosing to tag along with him, or just sit in his room with him while he studies or reads or paints or whatever makes him very happy

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Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

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that tweet that’s like every part of you/habit you have is just little pieces of the people who have come into your life is so yuuta and his copycat behavior in noncurse au is just him stealing your stuff. he starts using the same shampoo as you after you let him borrow yours once. in a tired stumble in the morning he’s dragging your house slippers into the kitchen and doesn’t even realize they’re many sizes too small and his heels are on the floor until after he’s had his coffee and you point it out to him, and the very next day he comes over he’s got the same pair you do, just in blue, and he tucks them neatly next to yours after he showers. megumi compliments the candle yuuta has burning in his apartment when he visits and yuuta hums, thanking him and mentioning that you have the same one. you ask him if he has an chapstick after you’ve finished your lunch and you’re surprised when he hands you a tiny tube identical to your favorite brand and flavor, because it’s now his favorite brand and flavor. it gets to a point where the contents of his apartment, his bag, his life exactly mirror yours because to him that’s love

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bff!Yuta 🤍

(this occurs at some point a few years post-cannon, some implications but no actual spoilers)

bff!Yuta who was overjoyed the first time the two of you hung out outside of the usual friend group. Sure, it was just because everyone else was off on missions leaving the two of you to go to a coffee shop together. But you still showed up for him alone which has to mean something, right?

bff!Yuta who has remembered your order from that day forward. Conveniently grabbing you a drink whenever he happens to be in the area (or 20 blocks of the area, give or take.) 

bff!Yuta who you slowly begin spending all of your time with. He’s the first person you’ll call to hang out. The first person you think to ask advice from. Your consistent plus one for everything. People start texting only one of you to make plans with the assumption you’ll both show up together.

bff!Yuta who has never bothered to correct your friends when they all assume the two of you are dating (to be fair, neither have you.)

bff!Yuta who you can talk to about anything. Anything but your crushes, that is. Somehow it just feels wrong. 

bff!Yuta who you trade clothes with, leaving you going through your everyday life with the smell of his laundry detergent following you. Making you not so subconsciously wish he could be there with you now. 

bff!Yuta who giggles, sends heart emojis, and says “I love you” as often as any of your friends do. But with him, it just hits different. Maybe it’s the serious look in his eyes or the way he sometimes he leans in and whispers it in your ear. Or, maybe you’re just imagining things. That’s all normal, right?

bff!Yuta who frequently invites you over for movie nights but could never tell you what happens in any of the movies, having spent the entire hour and a half watching your reactions instead.

bff!Yuta who would always offer you sleepytime tea whenever you came over in the evening, hoping you’d be too tired to walk home and ask spend the night at his place (it happened once on accident, he’s been chasing that ever since.) Eventually, he gains the confidence to just ask you to sleep over because that’s what friends do, right?

bff!Yuta who’s sleepovers always end with you cuddling in his bed as you drift off to sleep. At first it was for warmth on a cold winter night. Over time, it became a habit. You wrapped up in his arms while he stays awake, watching your peaceful face and wondering if this will be his life forever.

bff!Yuta who you’ve discussed being roommates with (it’s not like you aren’t at each other’s places all the time anyways) but it never goes anywhere. Secretly, he hates the idea of you having your own bed to go back to because then you wouldn’t be in his.

bff!Yuta who spends years terrified of what could happen if he cares more about you than a friend before realizing it was never really platonic in the first place.

part 2 (smutty)

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The details like him grabbing her foot, her hair and his eyes watching her every move.

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𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐫

sometimes the 'gentle' treatment of your lover makes you almost forget the monster he is. he swore to you that no force could ever reach you, taint you or keep him from claiming you fully. and tonight, fate will finally be on his side as he chases his bunny through his temple and lures you down his very own rabbit hole

— pairing: dom!sukuna ryōmen x female reader

genre: dark content, nsfw 18+, minors dni

wordcount: 3.3k

content warnings! historical au, predator/prey, breeding, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), aphrodisiac, pet names (little one, toy, pet, bunny, little slut), blood, lots of impregnation talk, description of rituals/dark sorcery, dubcon, monsterfucking, manhandling, size kink, spanking, cunnilingus, light degradation, slight exhibitionism, yandere themes, brief mention of minor character murder, sukuna loves you to the best of his ability

Despite the warnings of the simple-minded folks, the sorcerers and your common sense, there is no place as comfortable and safe to you as the lap of the greatest monster in history. With your smaller body surrounded by greedy hands; their nails scratch your fragile skin as Sukuna can’t keep himself from playing with the thin fabric of your dress. He runs his fingers along your waistline before holding your hips in place for his growing erection to move against the fat of your ass.

Yes, the King of Curses always holds his little toy close. He needs to have you seated in his lap or at his feet whenever he returns to spend time with you, his love.

Therefore his black claws dig possessively into your figure to pull you close the moment Sukuna straightens his posture. His broad chest now warms your back as he mouths on the bare skin of your shoulder, so you may feel his needs tenfold.

You're aware of his desires equally as much as the distinct irritation laced in Sukuna’s words as he speaks to this weak creature begging on all fours in front of the King‘s throne. “So, this maggot dared to crawl its way up here, to beg me for help…” the curse muses, voice hushed yet ever so vibrant as he speaks against your neck. “While all I want is to fuck my little slut.” His brows crease in anger, eyes remaining to watch you as his hand parts your legs over his thick thigh.

“Your cunt yearns for me. I could smell you for the past hour.” He accentuates his statement by running his fingers over your barely clothed slit, staining the fabric of your dress in your arousal before he continues to speak. “I bet even a dumb little larva like him can smell your sweet nectar.”

The little show ends with a spank to your clit and a soft moan falling past your lips upon the impact, as they part to beg him for more; if it wasn’t for the curse himself to go on.

“Yet here you are.” Finally, Sukuna looks down to the man at your feet and witnesses his bulging eyes focused on nothing but you and the hand between your legs. “Staring at my property.”

In fashion, Sukuna’s hands play with your perky nipples, unable to resist the urge to roll them between his claws until your sweet whimpers sound the room. Simultaneously, you feel his teeth tear the thin skin of your neck as he covers your eyes with one hand before black engulfs you. There is a quick movement of his shoulder as Sukuna flicks his arm before the breaking of something, bones, replaces your sounds of arousal.

“You’re mine.” he simply states, before moans of ecstasy vibrate against your body. Large hands guide your hips for your ass to move once more and spoil the king further. “Now go, little one. Go and hide for me to come and find you. Amuse me.” The monster behind you urges, before he pushes you off his lap to leave an encouraging slap on your ass.

Yet it's hard to stand on wobbly legs after spending hours seated on Sukuna’s lap. Even harder to walk, run, when your arousal is dripping out of your core. Nonetheless you tiptoe around the remains of the unfortunate man and out of the great hall.

Worried feet carry you through the devil’s lair; past all your previous hiding spots to guide you deeper down the temple. Your heart races inside your ribcage, and the thumping of your blood inside your ears is almost as mind numbing as the throbbing of your cunt.

Indeed, you’re scared—as you should be. But also excited for your monster to come and reap you. The dumber part of your mind tries to convince you to simply stand here and have Sukuna find you immediately; but you know what will happen if you don’t play by his rules.

Therefore you run, little lamb. Run from the beast as you make your way through his temple and come to a halt in front of the most eerie room—his room. The one he always told you to stay out of. But didn’t he command you to amuse him?

So what does his dumb little bunny do? It steps inside to let his trap finally snap shut.

The giant curtains floating in the wind obscure your vision before the heavy doors fall shut right behind you—causing you to nearly jump out of your skin and stumble backwards for your feet to trip off the heightened path and come in contact with something liquidy. You do not dare to let your gaze drop as realisation crawls its way up your body.

But now you’re already here. Here, in Sukuna’s most private chamber. Curiosity causes you to swallow your fears and step deeper into the room, your red footprints leaving a trail of your exploration on the ground and staining the white carpet illuminated by the faint moonlight from above.

The centre of the room is made entirely out of white linen and pillows, surrounded by countless amounts of vases filled with dried rose bouquets. You would almost call it romantic.

And naturally, the silly girl inside you is mesmerised and equally confused. Why would he ever forbid you to see this? Why would he take you anywhere but here? Was it a place for him and his past partner? Did he have a real partner prior…?

Yet the heavy footsteps from outside rattle you awake. Get you to move again and lead you far away from the bed and into the darkest corners on the opposite side of the large room.

You hide behind thick curtains smelling like… jasmine and vanilla. And at this point your heart can barely manage to stay inside your chest. The thrill of the hide makes cool drops of sweat run down your spine and has your breath turn shallow. Yet the ache inside your cunt grows the more you inhale the rich fragrance as your head begins to feel dizzy the moment you press yourself against the cold stone wall.

In stark contrast to your fears, Sukuna is enjoying himself. You really have outdone yourself this time. Running off while leaving the smell of your sweet nectar in your wake—it’s the perfect night to make his little bunny spread her legs and pump her full with his semen. It’s also the only fitting prize for finding his prey.

And yes, while the King of Curses may never admit this to anyone, he is too excited to give you the full three minutes he promised. So he abandons his spear by his throne, shrugs off the heavy kimono from his shoulders to allow himself some room for the hunt.

His boisterous movements—prior a warning for you—now turn inaudible as he makes his way through his temple. Gods, it’s impossible to not smell you. Your slick must be dripping out of your core, running along your soft thighs to cover them in a sheen layer of the sweetest honey he ever tasted.

A greedy lick moistens Sukuna's lips in anticipation before a grin already spreads over them soon after until he stops right in front of the room. The only place he made you promise never to enter.

And you swore it on your little mortal heart to stay outside, to not enter, to not look should a door be left open.

Until, until you are ready. He didn’t form these words, but it must truly be a blessed night if you found your way into his little paradise. How long Sukuna waited for you to lure you in. To find you sprawled out on his bed, warm womb begging for him to be bred during the richest moon of the year.

How many times did you play this little game of hide and seek at this point? He only remembers the disappointment fastly coursing through his body when he found you anywhere else but in here.

But now, tonight, as he opens the doors to his sanctuary it is you who welcomes him—or not. Of course you are hidden. The obedient little thing that you are always tries to please him, listen to him. Plus, you're probably high on the aphrodisiac at this point by how much he can smell your sweet juices.

��Little one,” Sukuna drawls and basks in the vibrations of your whimper against his skin. It’s maddening to be as receptive as he is when it comes to you. Yet the grin etched on his face tells the tale of how much he loves this.

“Will you come out for me? Or must I make you?”

Of course there is only one valid answer. You both know it.

Therefore, your head falls against the wall, desperate to cool your body off as your fingers fist the rich fabric of the curtains while your thighs rub against another, cunt clenching around nothing over the image of Sukuna dragging you out of your hiding spot to tear your skimpy dress off your body before stretching your tight little hole to the fullest.

Your soft moan steals a chuckle from the curse, and soon he moves. Knowing exactly where his bunny is hiding as he confidently strides over to you.

You feel his presence even if you can’t see him. Feel the fear crawl up your spine when you imagine the monster he is, the King of Curses, a mass murderer and yours—your lover.

Your lover who leans in against the curtain. The fabric messes with your sensitive body before he simply tears them down and exposes you to him.

Yet he didn’t expect this.

Your blown wide pupils staring at him, tears threatening to pool from your eyes and your little heart thumping against your chest so loudly he can hear it. Your smell has his cocks throb in excitement, heads leaking with pre-come accompanied by aching balls that he just can’t stop himself from moaning as he leans in.

“Found my pet,” Sukuna’s deep voice muses against the skin of your neck. Your knees buckle beneath his dominance and the sheer difference in size of your little hands pawing at his chest.

His claws dig into the fat of your ass, hoisting you over his shoulders with ease to expose all of your glory to his hungry eyes: the way your pussy pulses and shines in arousal as he carries you to bed, thighs twitching when his hand roams over the back of your leg before slapping the subtle flesh of your ass.

You whine, eyes rolling into the back of your head upon the fingernail grazing your swollen lips. Sukuna is coating it in your rich arousal before pushing inside your tight core with a deeply satisfied rumble in his chest. And it’s your mouth that seals tonight’s fate as you moan his name. Each syllable sounds so beautiful as they fall from your soft lips like he is indeed your god. “Su-ku-na.”

Your back meets the mattress faster than you could brace yourself for impact, knocking the air right out of your lungs before he is on top of you.

Thick thighs spread your legs for him to relish in your heavenly smell while he immediately tears the white fabric off your gorgeous body. Two of his hands cup and squeeze your tits as he holds you open for his tongue to taste your slick. Lapping at your folds like a parched man and moaning shamelessly right against you. He eats you out with vigour, like he doesn’t get to fuck you anytime he desires. He resembles a deprived man, starved off the sweetest nectar, and now finally set free. Greed and desire fuel the strength of his fingers pumping in and out of your pulsing walls until he can feel you fall apart.

And oh, how pretty you whine for him. It’s the most alluring serenade he could ever listen to. The feeling of your desperate hands holding onto his muscular arms as he delivers you utmost pleasure leaves him empowered—empowered in a sense none other could ever make him feel.

Truthfully, Sukuna is addicted to your moans. He already loves to make people cry and scream his name in horror, but the ring of your saccharine voice praising his name like the greatest blessing to mankind lets every other form of pronunciation wither.

And the cherry on top is the perfect feeling of your soft hips pressing against his face, chasing your high delivered by Sukuna’s sacred fingers until your thighs tremble in his hold and white clouds your vision.

But the lighthearted feeling of your orgasm is short-lived. Patience is a virtue but time is of the essence, as Sukuna likes to think, the moment he flips you on your stomach. Big hands grab your hips and another pushes between your shoulders to correct your posture until your ass is on full display for his greedy eyes. Cunt glistening in the moonlight—similar to his lips smeared in your arousal, cum and Sukuna’s own spit as he bites into your left ass cheek. Carelessly breaking the layers of your skin and staking his claim, granted a token of his conquests, as you wail in pain.

The firm hand between your shoulders keeps your chest pressed against the mattress, back arched perfectly for Sukuna’s girthy cock to split you open and hold you in place once he enters you.

By now you are almost used to his brutality. Yes, even with a fragile little thing like you, Sukuna won’t pretend to be soft or caring. No, the stretch of your cunt is too delicious to spare an ounce of consideration to your body.

So naturally, you can take, you will take him—all of him and all of his semen. And as he pushes inside your walls you whine for him, hips moving back against him ever so eagerly while your sweet lips beg for him. “All of you, please. Please, I need all of you.”

The amused drawl of “Oh?” battles his little grunts before Sukuna bottoms out and relishes in your pussy spasming around his girth. Tight walls filled with blood to a point where you can’t stop pulsing, can’t stop rutting against his pelvis.

“My little pet is in heat,” the devil behind your shoulder muses, voice low and seemingly dangerous. “Does it hurt?”

You nod meekly, a whimpered "yes" being drowned by the linen but your hips just won’t stop rolling against his own, womb overjoyed by the thick cock pushing against your walls.

And if there is one thing Sukuna can’t say no to, it is playing with his prey—be it any weak mortal or you. “Need me to fuck you senseless tonight? Need my cocks to fill you until you’re leaking with my semen?” His shallow thrusts leave you yearning. “Nice and full and warm. Is that why you came into this room?”

Your needy mind can barely follow his words, unable to understand what he is referring to as the delicious drag of his cock keeps you crying for more.

“Answer me.” Sukuna demands. Superiority oozing from his body as he pins your hips in place and forces you to hold still.

“W-what—” Oh, if only you weren’t so adorable while disobeying him.

Sukuna’s mouth ruins the skin of your back, sucking deeply on your body while his teeth bite over and over into your weak form before he laps up your blood and brings his stained lips against the shell of your ear.

“I'm breeding your sweet little cunt until the sun rises and you’re going to take every. single. drop. of. my. seed.” With the last words he already thrusts harshly into you. He fooled himself long enough, told himself he is not addicted to the clenching of your cunt until you beg him to fuck you. Yet here he is, barely done with the sentence and already ruining you.

Big hands claw into your waist, they force your body to arch impossibly as the man on top ruts into you. Deep and harsh thrusts that make the fat of your ass jiggle with every move.

“Such a good little bunny, my pet…” Sukuna murmurs. And you may never know if his praise is condescending, not when your little brain can only focus on his girthy cock delivering the utmost pleasure to your body.

But you feel his eyes burn into the back of your body, the greed and hunger in them sending shivers down your spine as his cock hits your sweetest spots repeatedly. You moan for him, tears wetting the sheets the same way your arousal coats Sukuna’s balls and cocks. You really make it too easy to get fucked, ruined and bred with how much you’re leaking for him.

“More, little one. You can do more,” he groans as his head falls back in ecstasy. A strained laughter is punched out of his lungs while his nails now dig into your plump ass. Sukuna lifts your frail body off the bed with ease until he practically holds you up. Cunt exposed and back arched to perfection, promising for his seed to shoot directly into your womb, pledging to stuff you as soon as he feels his orgasm approach.

Yet he nearly breaks you, ignoring how weak humans can be when the moon sits right above your bodies and witnesses this fruitful moment with its cold smile.

“Now come for me, come all over me and I will reward you with the grandest pleasure.” Sukuna promises, eyes falling back down to your quivering form as you pulse around him. The spank to your clit frees you from your struggles and has you coming hard as you moan your lover’s name like a little prayer. Cunt gushing around him and holding him like a vise.

Until the warmth of his seed fills you up, the sticky fluid coats your insides and paints your walls white as Sukuna moans deeply. His satisfaction drapes over your body, lulling you in sheer bliss, while he continuously holds you up and pumps you full.

Soon after, Sukuna’s thrusts turn languid before his hips only roll against yours to spread his seed. “Take it all,” he whispers into your ear as he leans above your body, the softness to his words surprising you. “Let me plant my seed inside your womb and have it blossom, little one. Blossom like the roses, hm?” He nudges your face for you to witness the withered roses coming back to life, blooming under the moonlight and your fertility as his seed drips from your cunt.

“Sukuna!” yet he shushes you. The grin on his lips burns against the back of your shoulders as the curse pulls his heavy cock out of your cunt. Only to replace it with his second one, standing tall and promising, before thrusting inside in one move and filling you to the brim once more.

You only now understand the purpose of this room. The reason for its existence and the eerie feeling of the entire scenery as the aphrodisiac wears off.

The King of Curses lured you into his trap, wrapped you in a blanket made of fake safety until you found your way inside these four walls. Binding you to him for eternity and turning you into his breeding station until your body gives out. And all in the name of love, his unique way of loving something.

[girlyuuta]

need what hugh grant and his wife have

[girlyuuta]

— 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 1 }

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will be posting moodboards after the series <3

✧. INUMAKI TOGE

I believe that Inumaki's sense of style is very casual, and he can look confident and comfortable at the same time.

He loves to wear a variety of colors, they vary between pastels to cool winter color palette. I believe that he is a cool winter btw.

He wears vests, has quite a collection of every type of vests. Be it woolen vests, jacket vests, normal vests.

He likes to layer his clothes, would wear a long sleeved shirt and a short sleeved one on top of it etcetc

He wears them on top of various buttoned shirts, usually white with 1/4th sleeves.

Wears fanny packs, loves how they add character and a sense of humour to his outfit. It makes him more approachable according to him.

He wears shorts, trousers, wide legs, whatever he feels like like tbh. Usually only wears shorts in summers, Khaki shorts, cargo shorts, oversized shorts whatever

OKAY AND he wears glasses... like without power and he knows he looks good in them jrksjtiejr.

AND AND AND he wears stack bracelets.

✧. OKKOTSU YUUTA

Okay so hear me out, i think he likes to wear a chain necklace. like a single silver chain. not too thin not too thick, just the perfect size :)

He wears a lot of plain black tees, white tees and stuff. also has a range of sweatshirts: patterned, solid colored etc.

He also wears oversized buttoned shirts on those shirts and kinda looks sexy in them ngl.

Wears baggy jeans, wide legs a lot. Actually just wears those. Has them in every basic color: black, white, grey, beige, blue.

He doesn't have a personal statement in his style because he doesn't want attention but but butttttt he wears a lot of accessories, like silver chunky bracelets and oxidised rings and stuff. (so effing hot)

Loves Inumaki's style and incorporates it in his own, would wear buttoned shirt underneath his sweatshirts

He wears oversized hoodies too and joggers, lots of joggers because he finds them comfortable and efficient.

Overall has a very laid back style, more towards streetwear. True summer palette fits his vibe along with monochromes.

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[girlyuuta]

ok but think about….men who get carried away when they kiss you. their breathing gets heavier, grip gets harder, and suddenly they cannot let go of your lips.

Pulling you back into them if you even think about pulling away. Air? Who is she? They kiss you like you’re the last breath of air on earth, kissing you like they’ve been drowning forever, and you’re the first gasp of air breaking through their lungs—a desperate, consuming need.

Their hands roaming over your body, keeping you in place, keeping you agonizingly close. You know that it will bruise, but you don’t mind. How can you when they’re kissing you with such fervor? You try and make some distance, but all you get is a warning nip in your lower lip. But oh, when their hands reach your face, they hold you so tenderly, like you’re a dream they’re afraid to let slip away.

And when it gets too much—their teeth pulling your lips, chasing after you in a guttural groan, you try to pull away. To just breathe, even if it’s for a second. But as soon as you do that they dive back in, pulling you flush against them, almost whimpering, mindless babbles.

“no no, no. pretty you don’t get to do that, don’t go away. come back here. i’m so, so fucking lucky to have you. so sweet, you’re so sweet for me.”

And then they finally pull away, a saccharine string of saliva connecting your lips to theirs. It’s honestly filthy, but all you can think about is breathing, and you’re breathing them in, their scent clouding your senses. Their forehead resting against yours and then they smile. They smile as if they haven’t completely mushed your thoughts.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

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Yuji Itadori, Yuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo, Rafayel & Sylus (L&DS), Ken Sato + your favs!

also: merman boyfriend (because duh.)

[girlyuuta]

Helloo could I ever so sweetly make a request for either a choso or nanami smut where reader is really "close" a she like pierces the skin to where the have a deepish scratch on their back and it's like bleeding and reader feel all guilty and stuff but they comfort her after cleaning up and then they either go to bed or watch a movie together??? Please 😚

Just a cat scratch

Tags: Choso x fem!Reader, established relationship, smut, nsfw, mdni

An: Thank you for the idea. I think this is such a cute premise <3

“O-oh fuck..” You pant out as you feel your hips getting roughly pummeled back onto the bed. “Just like that… ah~ I’m so c-close..” You manage to choke out as you’re right on the cusp of a life changing orgasm.

Choso looooves hearing those words from you. His eyes light up just a bit, and he fights the urge not to just immediately start pounding himself into you out of pure excitement. You’ve taught him well — keep the same pacing and you’ll finish rather quickly.

You’re right on the edge. Things are getting messy and quickly too. A thin sheen of sweat covers yours and Choso’s body. His long black hair is starting to stick just a bit to his forehead. A mixture of your fluids and his cum were squelching and splattering between you two.

He’s already came twice tonight, but he’s already getting close to his third orgasm. Choso’s just so sensitive when it comes to your pretty pussy. You were his first, and he’s still learning about sex. Cut him some slack!!

“F-feels so good, Cho…” You whimper as your nails dig into his back. “Harder.. please- I..” You can’t even get your words out. Your hand is gripping onto him tightly, inadvertently burrowing your nails into his skin.

Choso moans as he feels your nails in his back. The small twinges of pain do nothing but make his cock throb inside you. Seeing you so needy for release has his brain so fogged that he can’t think of anything else besides giving you what you asked for.

His large hands wrap around your waist, and he roughly slams into you just like you asked him too. He uses his grip on you to pull you down with each brutal movement.

The bed creaks and wails underneath yours and his movements. The headboard knocks against the wall. Choso’s groaning and whimpering all at the same time. It’s abundantly clear that he’s getting closer to the edge each time his swollen tip kisses pre-cum onto your cervix.

White hot pleasure shoots through you as the world around you goes blurry. Your nails drag down his back as you feel your cunt squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Your cries of pleasure go straight to his cock, which is spilling inside of you from watching you finish so heavenly on him.

“Good boy…” You weakly purr as you go to rub his back. Choso needs a bit of praise every time you two have sex because he wants to make it as good as possible for you. He needs to know that he’s doing a good job or else he’ll just keep trying to fuck into you until he’s shooting blanks.

You feel a warm liquid on your fingers, and you assume it’s a bit of sweat. “Did so good, Cho. Did you have fun?” You ask as you slowly pull your hand back. The bright red liquid on your fingertips immediately catches your eye.

“Shit- what happened?” You quickly ask before Choso can answer your first question.

“Hm? What are you talking about?” He asks in a dreamy tone as he’s still trying to catch his breath. His cock is still buried inside you, twitching from how sensitive he is.

He leans his head up, and he sees the blood on your fingers. He then reaches behind him, and he feels his blood slowly trickling down his back. “Ah.. you got me good that time, baby..” He mumbles with a slight smile.

“Cho- I’m so fucking sorry.. I didn’t mean to.” You immediately apologize with a frown as you lean up and wrap your arms around his neck. You can feel that familiar tight feeling in your throat as tears brim your eyes.

“Hey.. hey.. it’s alright.” His voice is soft and tender as he wraps you up in his arms. “It doesn’t hurt. I promise. Barely feels like a cat scratch.”

You stay silent as you continue to bury your face into his chest. Maybe it’s because you two just got done with an intense sexual encounter, but you just feel so vulnerable. All he wants to do is please you, and all you do is hurt him.

“Baby.. talk to me. I promise it’s okay. It felt good in the moment.” He assures you as he presses chaste kisses into your cheek.

“You promise?” You ask softly as you stay snuggled up into him.

“I promise. It felt so good watching you become unraveled beneath me, just diminished down to primal desires.” His voice is low, and his warm breath brushes against the shell of your ear.

“Cho~” You playfully whine as you gently nudge him away.

“Can’t help it, baby. It’s the truth.” He smiles as he presses another kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?”

Choso slowly eases out of you with a small hiss before he helps you up from the bed. He picks up the towels you two laid down before you got started (things get too messy to fuck on the sheets), and he tosses it in the dirty clothes hamper.

The two of you walk into the bathroom, and you get to work cleaning up his back for him. Luckily for you two, his cursed technique stopped the bleeding as soon as you noticed it. Still, you cleaned the dried blood off his skin, and you gave him a hello kitty bandaid to put over the cut on his back.

While you work, Choso sits on the closed toilet seat backwards. His eyes are closed, and he has a fond smile on his face. In his mind, everything has went perfect today. He got to make his pretty girl finish, she gave him all sorts of marks on his back, and now, she’s taking good care of him. What more could a man want?

“All done.” You smile before pressing a small kiss to the bandaid. His back is littered with bright red and pink scratch marks, but only one of them when deep enough to make him bleed.

“Perfect. Thank you, doctor.” He smiles softly at you before taking your hand and pressing a kiss to each one of your knuckles. His pretty eyes are fluttered up, looking at you with each kiss. “Let’s go watch one of your favorite movies, and maybe we can get some takeout too.” He offers before standing up to hug you. He’s always so clingy after sex (and before sex.. and during sex…).

“I love you so much, Cho. I’m sorry I scratched you that bad.”

“I love you more, baby. Stop apologizing. I promise it’s okay.” He holds you tightly in his arms, gently swaying your bodies from side to side as he thinks about how your nails felt digging into his skin. Your face was so blissed out when you were holding onto him for dear life. All that just from him pumping in and out of you…. aaanndd he’s hard again :(