#jjk hard thoughts

[4berries]

warnings: mdni. nsfw!! 1.3k words of pure smut. soft dom! suguru, backseat car sex, fingering ( fem!reader receiving ), uhhhh praise kink, kinda bratty reader, sassy suguru lol, light manhandling, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, love ), slight public sex (?). ENJOY!! :))

sometimes you wonder how you get into certain situations with suguru so suddenly, because how the fuck did you get here??

“f-fuck- hold on,” the last word immediately gets cut off into a soft whine just as his grip tightens around your throat — you just couldn’t keep your sickly sweet noises to an absolute minimum, despite both of you knowing it’s common decency to not act a sinful deed out in public, at such a late time.

you couldn’t even see your surroundings to make sure you’re still the only ones out right now, eyes clenching tight and your mind as foggy as the windows of his benz from the strenuous session that is currently happening in his back seat. it’s hard to focus on the bubbling fear that settles in your stimulated nerves from the possibility of getting caught in the parking lot, when his fingers are doing nothing but fucking it out from you.

“please,” it sounds strained already and you wonder if that was even your voice, hoarse and cracking at the end of every breathless whine the more he fucks into the drooling heat between your thighs. “fuck, fuck, hold on-“

“baby, relax..” his voice was mellow, almost way too calm for your own liking— it’s almost agitating how well composed he sounded, how soft and gentle his tone was when you’re the one falling apart from the constant ecstasy. his chest rumbles against your arched back with a small chuckle and you’re practically trying to pull away from the puff of breath that wafts right against your ear.

but you can’t, shivers gliding down your flexed spine as your nails helplessly claw at his skin.

you’ve already tried squirming away before— only to have him spread your thighs once again with his own, keeping them in place as he continues to sink his lithe fingers knuckles deep into your squelching mess.

and once suguru deemed that still wasn’t enough from seeing how your body leaned forward in attempt to crawl over the middle compartment towards the front seat, he decided to put you in the position you’re in right now.

always so defiant, you would recall him say with a fond smile on his face.

fuck him and his strength, it only makes you whine in defeat and pure desire.

“take deep breaths?” he supplies with a gentle murmur and it’s all you can hear ringing in your mind.

“i… i would … i- if you just stop squeezing me,“ you’re immediately emphasizing by digging your nails harder into the flexing muscles of his bicep and forearm, which was currently blocking the airway of your throat. admittedly, being squished in a headlock shouldn’t be as effective as it is, but all you felt was lightheaded fluff filling your mind as your hazy eyes flutter open to see nothing but the roof of his car passed your own disheveled bangs.

“if i let you go, would you promise me you won’t run away again?”

it’s not a given, clearly, and he knows that enough to even ask the question in the first place, but with the building coil in your stomach only growing more the longer his fingers drag within your clenching walls, you felt the need of escaping slowly dying and your entire body succumbing to the pleasure instead.

you nod curtly, as much as you can within his hold and he hums in return.

“words, sweetheart.”

“y-yes,” you gasp out, just as he nudges knuckles deep into your pussy. you could’ve sworn you’ve seen stars in the sky instead of the roof of his car right in that moment. “yeah, i promise, baby.”

his body felt warm the further yours slumps against his to allow your head to rest onto his shoulder behind you. it’s a moment of compromise: you’re melting, he loosens. you’re breathing, he continues.

“there we go,” you could say you hate the way you immediately preen at his subtle praise but why should you defy it when your body already tells him otherwise? “deep breathes, you know that gives you a better release.”

your grip loosens on his arm just as his did around your neck, allowing you to slump into a puddle of pleasure in his embrace.

and yet, his fingers never stopped, inching you closer to that sweet break.

“ohhh, your fingers,” the words tumble from passed your spit slick lips in an concoction of incoherent whines, the filter in your mouth completely dissipating once you’re reaching that ecstatic high. “fuuck me- i love your hands… ” you sigh, turning slightly to gentle nuzzle against his collarbone, almost as if you want to hide your noises but both of you know that’s never the case.

he knows how much you seek the closeness and warm of his body and he lets you as he focuses on bringing you to your release. he knows you’re freely letting your noises grow higher, prattling mindlessly just as he twists his wrists in the right angle. he knows you completely forgot about your fear of getting caught or the agitation you felt from your shirt riding up your torso, the emotion of pleasure overriding your senses in the middle of this empty parking lot. he knows you’re beyond the point of return and he’ll gently guide you through it all.

you can practically hear the grin in his voice, “what, they feel better than yours, huh?”

“fuck yeah,” you instantly moan in return, thighs already trembling as they slip further apart than before. “i’m… fucking your fingers forever for now on- would you let me?”

“of course, sweetheart..”

“i can’t believe you convinced me to do this, you’re sick-“

“and yet you’re here, soaking my entire hand?”

“ohhh- mhmmm, ‘cause i love your hands-“ you immediately cave in because it’s the truth.

he knows you’re getting closer; your constant yapping, the slight jerks of your hips meeting his palm and the small pants you puff between your words said enough for him. it’s a habit and he’ll let you indulge for now, despite you being a bit bratty since earlier. “yeah? gonna come?”

you’re whining endlessly, drawn out and slightly higher as you shift your attention back down, eyes refocusing to the sight below; the point of contact. the coil tightens and your jaw drops lower as he slightly increases the pace of his thrusts.

he can feel your impending release, sticky walls clenching around his fingers sporadically.

your eyes are stuck on the glistening sheen on his fingers everytime they pull away from your cunt, slick strings connecting your skin together.

“i think so ..” you mumble softly as your eyes rolling behind your fluttering eyelids, head lolling against his sternum from the lack of strength as you whine once again. “fuck, it feels weird..”

oh, how he wishes he could see the agonizing bliss that paints your expression, those sharp facial features contorted into a pleasured scrunch. he keeps his chin over the side of your head, keeping his eyes on his hand instead because now you’re panting with higher whines and clenching his skin even tighter than before.

if you were so conscious about keeping quiet before, you’re definitely getting heard from outside now but it’s evident that neither of you care anymore. you’re showing all the clear signs of what’s to come and he’s not missing the chance, eyes wildly open to catch the view.

“i got you, relax. just fuck on my fingers.” if you weren’t so caught up on the strange pressure that intensifies in your navel, you would’ve caught the slight, urgency in his desperate tone.

“dunno, it’s—“

“come on, baby, soak me like you said you would.”

a/n: wrote this in the car while waiting for my wing stop order to be done 🙂‍↕️

[wndrmaki]

# panty theft perv!inumaki

perv!inumaki who always treats you nicely without ever saying much so you’ll think of him fondly. putting food on your desk as a gift just to watch you happily eat it. offering a shoulder to cry on and letting you talk your problems through with him. walking you back to your dorm when it gets dark out. a good boy like toge couldn’t be so perverted, right?

perv!inumaki who always volunteers to be your partner when you’re training just so he can touch you. he doesn’t practice close combat unless it’s with you. he scrimmages with an open palm, aiming for smacks instead of punches. just “happening” to have landed his hands on the plush of your thigh. your warmth heated up his hand and immediately sent blood to his cheeks. maybe other places too.

perv!inumaki who loved watching you sleep. memorizing your schedule, he knew how late you went to bed. he was careful not to wake maki next door when he snuck into your room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

perv!inumaki whose pants tighten from his erection as he stares at you. you’re wearing different clothes that revealed more than your uniform ever did. the sight of your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. he could see your nipples poking through. your legs were free from your stockings and fully exposed as you slept in small shorts. his breath trembles as you sleep calmly.

perv!inumaki who can’t stay in your room a second longer without cumming in his pants. untouched, the sight of you in your purest form was enough to send him over the edge. sweat beads on his forehead and he swallows the salivation that builds in his mouth just from looking at your body.

perv!inumaki who sneaks into your bathroom, scavenging through your dirty laundry to find your underwear. soft pink and lacey, his eyelids grow heavy and jaw goes slack as he holds it up in front of his eyes. were you wearing these pretty panties to class? oh, how he’d love to rip them off of you.

perv!inumaki who steals your underwear and shoves it in his pocket before exiting your dorm room quietly. he’s anxious as he walks through the halls. his heart is racing from the risk he just took, one of which he’s never taken before. but it was all worth the reward of your underwear and a more accurate picture of your shape that hud beneath your uniform.

perv!inumaki who falls onto his bed after coming back to his dorm, immediately stripping himself and freeing his erection. he puts a finger on his tip and pulls away to watch the string of slick follow his hand. he can’t get the picture of your perfect body out of his mind.

perv!inumaki who lays your underwear on his face while he strokes himself. he picks up your scent, consumed by it and haunted by the image of your body on him in this moment. his brows furrow, his cock twitches in his hand. you were so fucking perfect for him and you would never know.

perv!inumaki who wraps your underwear around his girth, picking up the pace of his strokes. the sound of wet sloshes from the friction of his hand against his cock fills his room when he imagines you riding him. how tightly you’d fit around his dick. how your thighs would rock against his. how your tits would bounce in front of him. it’s too much to take.

perv!inumaki who rushes to remove your panties from around his dick before he cums. he paints his legs and stomach with his load as he pants like a dog for air. he holds your panties in his fist, not wanting to taint them with his own scent or stain.

perv!inumaki who hides your underwear in his desk drawer after he cleans up. even if you figured out it was missing, there’s no way you’d accuse sweet inumaki of stealing them, would you? maybe he’d use them again tomorrow. or maybe he’ll visit your dorm again for a new pair to play with.

[jistagrams]

random texts with toji fushiguro

w: suggestive

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[minghaosbow]

how about mingyu & breeding kink w sum nasty ahh dirty talk 👁️👁️

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠

“c’mon baby one more.”

it’s been what, two rounds? you can’t even think right now as hes behind you, on your side on the bed as he was pounding into you. your cunt was soaked up by his and your juices colliding, your moans breaking out as you were gripping onto a pillow for a-chancy to hold onto something— someone.

he always had a good stamina you couldn’t even lie, you loved it. all you had to do was lay there and take it.

“fuck- baby.. you’re fucking soaked like a slut in heat, you like that? wanna be gyu’s slut? hm?” he had a grip on your neck, tilting your head to his face as he stared deep into your eyes, unable to even keep them open at his speed pounding into you, his dick hitting your gspot repeatedly.

“ohmygod- gonna fucking put a baby in you.. want that? want me to fucking breed your pussy until its unable to take anymore of my cum? want that?”

“fu-fuck! yes! i want that! pleas- fuck a baby into me!”

“atta girl.” he smirked, choking your sides of your neck harder, his speed going animalistic now as he felt he was gonna cum again, you smiled at him with moans echoing around the room. your thighs were fucking sticky from his cum dripping out from cumming twice.

“gonna cum in you- fuck, gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy..” he moaned, feeling his dick go faster in you as he finally came, his dick splurting his cum in you as you gasped, you felt it fill you up as you hold onto the pillow, teary ruined mascara running down your cheeks.

he stayed in you, trying to regain control as he looked at your ruined face.

“so, want a baby huh?”

(this one is shorter than i should’ve thought !! :( im sorry its short but more is coming soon!!! requests are open till tmr <3)

[jwnzlvr]

kinktober 2024 m.list

summary : i used a website to basically spin a while and assign each day to a person or character. btw, each sunday there will be a FULL LENGTH FIC!! the rest of the days are honestly just drabbles. pls enjoy !

oct 1 : park sunghoon + fingering

oct 2 : geto suguru + public sex

oct 3 : lee heeseung + pegging

oct 4 : kamo choso + wet dreams

oct 5 : sim jake + face sitting

oct 6 : nanami kento + strip club (full length fic)

oct 7 : nishimura riki + overstimulation

oct 8 : itadori yuji + body worship

oct 9 : kim sunoo + lingerie

oct 10 : gojo satoru + praise kink

oct 11 : yang jungwon + cockwarming

oct 12 : fushiguro toji + size kink

oct 13 : park jay + loss of virginity (full length fic)

oct 14 : ryomen sukuna + spanking

oct 15 : yang jungwon + creampie

oct 16 : fushiguro megumi + friends w benefits

oct 17 : sim jake + choking kink

oct 18 : ieiri shoko + mommy kink

oct 19 : park jay + aftercare

oct 20 : shiu kong + glory hole (full length fic)

oct 21 : lee heeseung + recording

oct 22 : kim sunoo + masturbation

oct 23 : nishimura riki + cock bulge

oct 24 : gojo satoru + sex toys

oct 25 : park sunghoon + bondage

oct 26 : itadori yuji + piss kink (!!)

oct 27 : higuruma hiromi + phone sex (full length fic)

oct 28 : fushiguro megumi + humiliation

oct 29 : park jay + thigh riding

oct 30 : ryomen sukuna + double penetration

oct 31 : happy halloween !! + surprise ?!

i hope you all enjoy the drabbles + fics <3

➯ taglist : @d-dilemma @nikiswifiee @sunghoonnsupremacy (comment or msg to be added !)

[imrllytootiredforthis]

your little office slut that gets used by you, the boss, whenever you want<3

under the desk while you do some frustrating paperwork, hoping to relieve some of that tension by sucking you off like a good little toy<3 and when you cum allllll over his face, he'll make sure to lick it all up like a good boy<3

bent over the table during meetings, all your workers trying not to make eye contact with either of you as your little toy moans like a shameless whore, spreading his legs further for you, hands helplessly grasping at the table as you fuck him within an inch of his life.

shivering at the cold glass pressed against his skin as you fuck him hard and fast against the window of your office. his face is stained pink even though he knows all those people down below can't see him, or he doesn't think so at least...

[crimemelon]

sweet satoru with his candied words and unwavering gaze. loves you like the stars love the sky. holds you like a cocoon around a butterfly. he’s lovely and kind, attentive and attention-seeking. someone who wants, someone who loves, someone who struggles to express his feelings normally bc he’s never felt normal. never really had a crush (too busy) and never lets himself sink into his emotions, letting them lap at his shins like the ocean to the sand. everything feels new and in this newness nerves are ready to be set-off like firecrackers. yet, you two make it together, you feel your way through the dark and make-do with your limitations, thrive despite them. satoru learns to love you easier, without obligations of containing himself. and you two grow, reaching your petals to the sun of each other. happy, content, blossoming.

[danzohater]

i love yuji and yuta so much but they both look so stupid like that is literally dumb and dumber

[4berries]

just thinking ‘bout needy satoru … :>

warnings: 1.6k words of filth ig, gojo begging🙀?? , lots of pleadingggg, dry humping, outdoor party (at night), heavy pda & dirty talk, mentions of face sitting & cunnilingus 😺, slight sub gojo (?), slight dom reader (?), they’re both clearly switches tho, just reader calling gojo pretty & baby >>>, slight implications of rich gojo, mentions of bsf geto :))) tehhehh

note: inspired by bad bunny’s verse in his song “hibiki” … definitely recommend listening to it bc it’s the type of music i also think would be a perfect song for a party scene lollll

… ★

“please,” your boyfriend whispers softly, body pressing up against yours as his wandering hands roam all over your torso and his arms wrap around you tightly to keep you pressed on him. there’s a slight neediness to his tone, deep voice just edging desperation and the sound has you grinning madly.

you kept your eyes on the rest of your friends that seemed to be in their own world, laughing into night sky and talking in between having drinks, some of them already in the dance floor that you just returned from.

it seemed like your swift movements rubbing along his tall figure had his mind going elsewhere, his bright blue eyes trailing all over your lithe frame and gazing at the smooth way you whine your body against his. you noticed, of course, worrying your lip between your teeth before pulling him out the dance floor after whispering into his ear that it was getting too hot.

even if you were actually starting to heat up, both of you knew that it was obviously a doubt meaning, spoken in such a sensual tone.

you sipped on your alcohol, tongue playing around the plastic straw in between you lips before it pulling away and letting your drink rest on the bar counter next you both.

his large palms kept pulling you back, shamelessly feeling you all over the fabric of your black, body con dress and occasionally dipping to run over your other thighs. you leaned on him, leaning your head back onto his collarbone.

his lips were incredibly close to your ear, skimming closer to your cheek and down your jawline, hands now running upwards to your sides; it’s like he physically can’t keep his hands off of you.

all you could smell was his spicy vanilla cologne, scent as warm as his body heat as he continues to mindlessly and subtly rut his hips into your ass.

“baby,” he lets out a soft whine, clearly not caring about the others around you. he’s got tunnel vision. “please?”

the growing need was slowly becoming intolerable to him, mind reeling and body itching as he thinks about the way you moved your hips along his before, yearning to see you move just as sensual in the nearest room, just you two. he already knew which room exactly, his crystal blue eyes gazing around even before you pulled him out of the heated dance floor and into the fresh, cold air of the night.

“please what, satoru?” you mumble clear enough for him to hear you, feeling his hands grip tighter around your hips at the sound of your calm tone.

he’s intoxicated with everything about you. the way you know the affect you had on him, your confidence that attracted him from the very beginning, your playful tone that always seems to rival his, even the way you started to tease him by suddenly pushing your ass against his front ever-so- slightly.

he couldn’t help but whine in your ear, thick white eyelashes fluttering as he inhales the sweet coconut scent of your shampoo through his pointed nose. he’s so helpless, it’s absolutely cute. “please, baby, wanna fuck - need to fuck you so bad.”

if you weren’t relishing in his pure desire before, his evident neediness now had you purring, the sound of his voice increasing in pitch as he tries his hardest to keep his cool. he’s clearly failing and he clearly doesn’t care anyways. “or jus’ lemme lick you? or sit on my face? anything— god, anything ..”

your hands slide down over his forearms, rubbing the heated skin while you turn your head slightly towards his face. you’re nuzzling your nose into the side of his cheek, humming softly when he keeps leaning in closer. with each passing second, you can feel the need rolling off of him in waves, slowly bringing you down with him.

“you’re that needy, pretty?” you coo, letting your parted lips skim over his jawline and flushed neck.

“mm- mhmm,” he hums, sweet voice becoming lighter and more breathless as you nuzzle into him.

slowly, you’re falling into your own world, not giving a care about the other’s on the outside. he has that sort of affect on you; he pulls you in, making you fall for his trap into always getting what he wants. you know he’s utterly spoiled, you know you shouldn’t indulge in his constant want for more, but how could you ignore him when he’s begging so nicely?

and you can’t deny that he has spoiled you as well. there’s something magnetic between the two of you where you just can’t help but be greedy for each other’s full attention. he was starting to rub off on you, a yearning settling deep into your core as well.

you just needed one more push for you to snap, and that’s when satoru spoke up once again, lips grazing along your plumped cheek to murmur in his whiny voice. “just one quick fuck, please… nobody would know we’re gone.”

so so tempting.

“satoru,” you sigh out, turning your head away and press your lips together. the sound of your voice was laced with the same need, clearly giving away how truly affected you were and it only added on to the heated arousal pooling into his stomach. he moans softly into your ear, rubbing his hardening cock against the curve of your ass with more rush as his hands slide down towards your outer thighs, long fingers running through the hanging pieces of ruffles on the hem of your silky smooth dress.

now you both were a mess for each other, bodies slotted tightly together to get some sort of friction between the fabric of your clothes — it was all too bothersome and you wanted to do something about it already, your hands gripping onto his wrists.

“baby, i’ll fuck it in if you just give me permission…” you held tighter as his whiny words sank all the way down to your core — you had to bite onto your bottom lip to muffle your noises, eyelashes fluttering as you lower your unfocused gaze to hide your face. your dress was slowly riding up your thighs and you can’t decipher whether the goosebumps rising on your skin were from the cold air you felt licking on your inner thighs or from the sinful nature of his words flowing in your ear so naturally.

so shamelessly..

and still, he just kept going.

“wanna see you ride me and roll your hips on me again jus’ like that,” he murmurs, now pressing his soft lips onto your neck in between his words. “wanna see your mascara running, your eyes rolling back when i fuck into you harder— just how you like it, baby.” your chest heaved harder with every soft whimper he emits into your ear. “wanna pump you full then lick you clean…”

“wanna ruin this dress- gods, this dress, hugging your curves so well— you look so good in it, but i jus’ wanna rip it off.” he groans, smooth hands running along your plush thighs and over your dress before squeezing around your hips for emphasis.

you whimper at his heavy touch, suddenly feeling extra heated. and even though the idea was tempting, you couldn’t help but shake your head slightly with a slight pout on your plumped lips.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll buy you another, i promise- just please,” satoru immediately sensed your denial to the idea, reassuring you quickly with the promise of another shopping run, despite having a lust-clouded mind.

and even though he’s just rambling to talk and get you to relent to your own desires with his whiny tone, you knew he definitely meant it; he loves spoiling his baby, pulling out his black card for every single thing he saw your eyes lingered a bit longer on — one of them being the very dress you had on. even when he’s not able to go with you, he’ll hand you his card without another word or question.

sometimes you don’t like it, choosing to humbly decline almost every time but just the action of him doing that for you was so attractive. you are truly spoiled so you can’t help but finally succumb and spoil him as well, just this one moment.

he looked so good anyways; black, tight compression shirt outlining every muscle on his torso and arms, paired with slightly baggy black pants held up with a black belt and a single gold chain wrapped around his neck. you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist by the end of the night, you just didn’t think your resilience would crumble this fast.

“okay, okay,” you mumble, letting your head roll back onto his collarbone as he sucks a purple mark right below your earlobe. “gods, satoru, you’re so needy.”

he hums softly, tongue peeking out to lick over the bruise before he pulls away to purr into your ear. “only for you, baby. you know i’m always craving you.”

“c’mon, sugu’s room.“ he mutters in a hurried breath, then quickly pulls away, grabbing your wrist to pull you close with him as he pushes towards the entrance of his house, making a beeline towards the destination with a stumbling pace.

you were too far gone to even question or reject the idea now. satoru definitely chose his best friend’s room specifically cause it’s the closest room once you step foot into the house; no other reason.

and surely nobody will notice that the host of the party has disappeared..

right?

… ★

note: just something about seeing the strongest be so .. weak somehow AAAAAHHHHH yes :)

[wndrmaki]

# mutual masturbation

yuji loves mutual masturbation.

any form of it whatsoever. laying together in the early morning, crammed in the back seat of his car at night, but his absolute favorite is when you're sitting with your back against the couch, legs thrown over his lap, both your and his hands stuffed in each other's pants.

yours in particular are soaking wet. your eyes are softly shut after nearly rolling back into your skull with yuji's fingers curling deeply inside you, expertly pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt.

he looks down at you with a cocky grin, confident in the fact that only he could have you unravel at his literal fingertips and that you've been this malleable to him since the first time you had sex with him.

you jerk him off, or at least try to in your absent minded state. your hand is wrapped around his girth, lazily stroking him up and down, rendered completely useless in providing him pleasure, but he doesn't care. he's just happy that you've already came twice from his fingers alone.

"y' like that, baby?" he coos against your neck. you can feel him smirk smugly between licks and kisses on your skin.

all you can do is mumble nonsense, brain shut off, only your sensory nerves alight. yuji just giggles at you, only having asked you the question to hear your messy response.

the heat in your core begins to burn again. your muscles felt tired and drained of all energy after just your first orgasm, and suddenly your third one was on the way.

"yu... yuji..." your voice is barely audible between your exhaustion and the wet sloshes of his fingers relentlessly fucking you.

"just one more, love." he smiles down at your spent expression.

"nngh, can't." you exhale. your stroke on his cock was slowing, though his tip was still wet with precum and red from his lack of release.

"yes you can," you feel his fingers leave you and you catch your breath. yuji slips his thumbs into the waistband of your bottoms and pulls them down your legs. the cloth slid down your sensitive thighs and made you wince quietly.

he kneels on the ground, his head getting comfortable between your legs as his hand wrap around your thighs. he kisses your swollen clit, "such a pretty pussy." he groans, "all for me, yeah?"

"yes," you manage to whimper.

he kisses up your thighs, "i want you to give me one more, 'kay?" he gently whispers while looking up at you with big, innocent, brown eyes, though his actions and the thoughts running through his mind were everything but innocent.

[jistagrams]

missionary cause suguru likes to wipe your tears while stuffing u full

[just-null]

Kokichi, similar to Noritoshi in the sense that they're analytical and kinda tsun, but that's mostly it. This is another Megumi and Noritoshi situation where, on the surface, they appear to be very similar, but you squint and realize they're extremely different.

Whereas Noritoshi isn't as bold because he still holds remnants of pride, Kokichi is just shy about it since it's so new. He won't back down from it, just hesitate.

[Long ass rambles under the cut! + bonus doodles.]

When referring to shyness, Kokichi leans into the awkward and stiff type. There's always confusion and slight fear in his eyes when he's experiencing something new or romantic. He doesn't want to mess up, but if he does, he just hopes it works in his favor.

Being born in a body where he was under constant pain and stress, someone touching him was the last thing he wanted. He'd never known the loving touch of another because the heavens decided he wasn't allowed to.

After meeting you, that yearning to be next to you became too much. To hell with his restrictions. He'd to do whatever it takes to be able to be with you even if he had to sacrifice others to do it.

In retrospect, he feels like he should've done it sooner. Being touched or even grazed doesn't feel like his skin is falling off anymore.. Plus having both arms and working legs is always a good thing. It's new and odd, but not terrible. His mind never once wandered back and regretted those he's thrown under the bus because why would it?

Unfortunately, when his body was being healed, Mahito made him healthy.. and that's all. Knowing Mahito, he'd leave Kokichi to struggle with catching up to the rest of his peers by working for his own stamina, weight, and strength from square one. Though Kokichi isn't complaining much about it. He'd still take this rather than being stuck in that god forsaken tub for a second longer.

He used to hate being fussed over because of his illness. He prefers to do things on his own and now he can. Yet, Kokichi still gets pitiful looks on other's faces when he's too weak to carry something. It makes him want to spit at them, he can use Mechamaru to do his heavy lifting for now. He doesn't need a beefed up body to do it.

Unless you're the "beefed up" one fussing over him.. He doesn't mind it when it's you. In fact, Kokichi feels grateful when it's you, endeared even. He never feels belittled or pitiful when its you.. Only you.

Judging by how he treated panda for having the ability to interact with others in person despite being a cursed corpse, Kokichi has a number of insults and creative verbal abuse he's ready to spew out once someone tries getting a little too close to you. Scratch that, he's rude in general to those he isn't familiar with.

Kokichi has a lot of anger for those he deems ungrateful. What do you expect from someone who thought he was gonna rot in a bathtub for the rest of his life to do? Not harbor resentment? Luckily, he holds just as much, if not more, love for you who he's unbelievably grateful for!

Your affection is so odd to him, a new experience that he never knew he could grow to yearn for. It's not terrible, quite the opposite. It's so wonderful he can't get enough. Every time you're around, he wants to have at least one hand on you at all times. Doesn't matter where, just as long as he feels you're around. Safe to say, he's extremely touch starved.

Oh how Kokichi would drop everything for a walk with you. He'd use every Mechamaru he had just to make sure no one disturbs either of you. Murder is just a side effect if they get too persistent. He just wants to spend time with you!

Though he likes walks, he still gets out of breath easily. Walking is nice, but he still needs time to get used to it. Offering to help will only cause him to lean against you, it's not too difficult, he doesn't weigh much for better or worse. He loves when you lend him a hand, it's just another reason to get close to you.

When you part, it's only natural that Kokichi gifts you a little trinket he made. Rejecting it will only reward you with the most devastated frown, so just accept it. If you get rid of it when coming home, it somehow always finds its way back to you? Destroying it will lead to Kokichi giving you another one.

Yes, it follows and watches you, but it's just to keep you safe! Who knows what could happen. Whether or not the little trinkets are subtle, all depends on how you reacted to him asking if it was alright to know your location at all times when he's not around. Kokichi is understanding if you're not okay with it. He'll just make his gifts extra subtle so you wont know he's watching.

He just wants to be by your side constantly, even if he's not able to be there in person. Watching you through a screen gives him a sickly familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's better than not knowing what you're doing. He can even pick up little things about you this way for when he sees you next time! This is nothing but a win-win in his mind even if others beg to differ.

Kokichi never felt blessed. Not once since the day he was born, not until he found you. You who he feels is truly a gift from the heavens. You who he would give up everything to have. In a way, Kokichi is delusional. He sees you as the reason he got a heavenly restriction. It was as if other worldly forces tried to keep him at bay from pursuing you, but you're also the reason he broke his restrictions. He now has the body he wished for thanks to you, his drive, his motivation, his purpose, his love.

[extra shit]

Kokichi’s so fucking low key about being a chuunibyou. you're telling me he named his mech after an anime he watched. half his attacks have ultimate or ultra in the name.. HE MADE A FUCKING MECH. Your ass can't tell me he didn't watch anime while growing up and got inspired to make it a reality. He probably watched Evangelion or something.. Woah, anime dates with him where he makes your favorite creature and uses it to his advantage.. woah.

[Bonus Kokichi verbal abuse]

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[alukaforyou]

eye.... am gonna put the rest of this drawing under the cut because...... eye amb...... embarrassed LMFAO

BYEEEEEE LOL 💀💀💀 ever since i saw this cover illust i was like 😭 y he hand out 😭😭😭 is it for MEEEEEE??? 🫣😵‍💫 also so funny how i totally disregarded the original art style sorry i cant draw like that o)-( source for the cleaned cover art

[epickiya722]

Okay, I may have chuckled a little but I had to take a step back and realize just how lethal Yuji's punches are.

Folks... Yuji punched Sukuna so hard that he spat out several Cursed Fingers (looks to be about three). Keep in mind, Yuji can punch souls now.

Those Cursed Fingers hold pieces of Sukuna's soul.

Yuji punched Sukuna so hard that he literally punched his soul out his body.

EDIT: Wait, wait, wait! Yuji isn't punching him here! (Why did my brain register punching?) He used Dismantle. But that is still badass that he's striking at Sukuna's soul. He made spit out physical pieces of his soul.

So he still is knocking the soul of him.