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hinamie · 1 month ago
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trick or treat!
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elsartzz · 6 months ago
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despite everything, it’s still you.
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chososcamgirl · 1 month ago
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he ain’t never beating the stalking allegations
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art creds @hunnismokah
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mamamalade · 5 months ago
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Sometimes princess is a grown man who committed multiple crimes
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baeglbites · 6 months ago
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My boys… 🥺😢
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bunnyyyuu · 3 months ago
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includes: f! reader, aged up! characters, dom! maki / sub! yuuta, cunnilingus, bondage, overstim
maki using you to teach yuuta how to eat pussy !!(〃∀〃;)
well, teach might not be the right word. it's kind of like when parents throw their kids into the pool and force them to learn how to swim.
her hand has a vice grip on the roots of his jet locks, shoving his pretty face between your legs — legs that are tied by the ankles to either side of the bedframe. yuuta clearly has barely any clue what he's doing, but, to his credit, he can barely breathe.
his tongue is lapping at your sopping cunny so so so desperately, no direction or technique in sight. it's not even close to enough to make you cum, it's barely even stimulation at all. ugh!!
maki can tell you're dissatisfied — it's written all over your face and clear in your lack of moans — and it brings a scowl onto her face. "yuuta," she hisses, dragging his face against your sex, "try harder."
yuuta tries to mumble some sort of apology from his useless mouth, though it comes out as just a weak whine.
"listen to me," she scolds. and, again, it's just a whine in response.
though, he seems to actually listen. you can almost hear the cogs of his brain turning as his tongue tentatively flattens on the underside of your throbbing clit. the moan the bubbles from your parted lips is enough confirmation that he's finally doing something close to right. so, he does it again. and again. and again. until your choked moans and the lewd, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your weeping bud fill the room.
"that's better," maki grumbles, and you can feel yuuta's lips curve into a smile at her half-hearted praise.
it's not long before your strangled, pitchy moans grow louder and yuuta's slurping the cum you're despoting onto his eager tongue. maki smiles a little as your squirm and whine through your orgasm — though your writhing is heavily reduced by your restraints. she uses her free hand to gently rub up and down your trembling thigh in a stark contrast to how hard she's gripping yuuta's hair, forcing his mouth onto your twitchy, overstimulated cunt again.
"too much, maki! tell 'im i need a — ah! — break," you gasp out when yuuta's tongue doesn't let up, flicking your throbbing clit like it's all he's ever wanted.
she almost laughs in your face at that. too much? no. he won't be done until he's mastered the art of making a pretty girl cum. "not yet," she says with a small head shake , "put your tongue in 'er, yuu," she instructs the boy.
and, he is so obident to her every command — she has him on the shortest leash, you think — sinking his hot tongue into your hole. he moans against your pussy when it excitedly clenches around the pretty pink muscle. he fucks his tongue in and out of your spasmodic entrance, a small smile on his lips as another climax seems to crash over you.
and, true to maki's word, yuuta spends hours learning between your legs until he is an expert! though, unfortunately for you, you end up a shaking, sniffling mess after far too many orgasms (o^▽^o)
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ttoya · 11 months ago
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then vs. now
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teddybeartoji · 5 months ago
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18+ mdni; gn!reader
yuuta gets so flustered whenever you sit on his lap – he just doesn't know what to do with himself:((((
you're laughing alongside with maki and nobara, your back to your boyfriend; your hips glued to yuuta's and the poor boy feels like he's on fire. he's trying so hard to focus on anything other than your ass right on top of his cock but it's simply impossible. it's taking him everything to keep listening to the conversation between yuuji and megumi; his eyes trained over your shoulders, on the way your lips stretch wider and wider with every word that tumbles from nobara's mouth. yuuta's glad you're having fun.
but he wishes he was having fun, too. how could he be if he's a breath away from popping the fattest boner right in front of his friends? a deep blush settles across his nose and his cheeks and he just hopes that the other's won't notice.
his impatient fingers dig into your waist and you immediately turn to him with wide eyes, making yuuta regret his decision to do so. you ask him whether he's okay, whether he wants anything and he feels like a proper pervert – you're just trying to make sure he's enjoying himself while he's here, thinking about how wet and warm and tight you'd feel around his aching cock.
shivers run up his back when your hand finds the back of his neck, fingers twirling in the dark strands of hair as you quip a sweet little 'hm?' at him. yuuta lets his eyes close in a desperate try to get his shit together. puppies, kittens, flowers. he has to think about anything other than you. bed, candy, kissing. fuck, that's not–
yuuta's eyes crack open the second he feels you wriggle your hips. just once, but it's enough to send another wave of blush all over his body. and the situation only gets worse when he sees your sticky, honeyed smile. oh, you know exactly what you're doing.
swiveling your hips again, yuuta's fingers sink into your waist almost painfully, his pretty lips parted as he mouths a 'please' at you. the need pooling in his eyes makes you giggle, catching the attention of your friends again. you turn back to them with a big grin, your body melting deeper into yuuta's while continuing on with the conversation as if nothing happened. as if you can't feel how hard your boyfriend is.
an almost silent whine brushes the shell of your ear as yuuta tries to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his face heating up even more when he hears you defend him by saying that he's simply tired. he tries to get a bit more comfortable by spreading his legs but that only makes you sink lower, closer to his bulge. yuuji calls out to him and he dreads raising his head from the comfort of your skin, knowing that if the pink-haired boy doesn't notice his pained face then megumi surely will. fuck, you're killing him – still smiling wide, you wriggle your hips every time you laugh, freely torturing your sweetheart of a boyfriend.
but he can't even be mad, can he? he loves you, and he loves when you do stuff like this. he's harder than ever and feeling a little dirty for being like this; pre-cum stains his boxers while he's sitting here with his friends. he knows you'll tease him for it later, too. call him pathetic, call him cute.
he's never been more excited to go home.
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onismdaydream · 6 months ago
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yuta okkotsu who cries the first time your hand wraps around his cock.
he's always been sensitive, his pale skin covered in goosebumps at the slightest breeze, every fall or hit resulting in dark bruises or messy scrapes. even now, he can't help the flush of his cheeks when you so much as touch his shoulder or give him a compliment. it's cute, honestly. but you didn't know just how much it extended to the rest of him.
it just feels so much more intense and real to have the warmth of your palm around him, slowly stroking his length with his shiny precum. every swipe of your thumb across his leaking tip resulting in a full body shudder, his thighs shaking and his breath hitching.
he doesn't even truly notice it at first. his vision begins to blur and he bites his bottom lip, trying so desperately to keep any sounds in as to not embarrass himself. but soon enough, a fat tear rolls down his blushing cheek and you're quick to notice it.
"are you crying, baby?" its a sincere question. your hand stops in its movements, ready to pull away. he makes a soft noise, something between a whine and a moan — something meant to keep to himself — but the dribble of pre that blurts from his swollen head betrays him.
he likes it.
and he wants more.
it's only a matter of time before you have him a blubbering mess, your hand covered in his cum as he orgasms for the third time.
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sscarletvenus · 6 months ago
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truly a horrible day to be both a gojo and yuta enjoyer... "haven't we been pushing all the burden of becoming a "monster" onto gojo sensei alone? if gojo sensei is gone, then who else will be the "monster"?"
YUTA was there when gojo had to kill his best friend. he knows what the jujutsu society forced his teacher to do, become a "monster" and throw away the very last vestiges of the humanity he had possessed. that's why he tries to kill kenjaku, in his own trying to lessen some of gojo's burden. gojo basically names yuta his successor in shibuya. the fact that he has to use gojo's corpse isn't out of character, it's the TRAGEDY that plagues both of their existence..
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this panel isn't just his visceral reaction to gojo's death. it is his slow, horrific, catatonic realisation of his succession as another "monster" and thus what he has to do...
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hinamie · 7 months ago
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some quick jjk eye paintings
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yuiiiriii · 12 days ago
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yuuta is sensitive. Everything you do has him a flushing mess in seconds.
The way your soft lips connect with his own, gentle yet so passionate. He subconsciously groans whenever you two kiss. His brows pulled together, hands either fisted or gripping your waist.
When your arms snake around his waist to give him a bone crushing hug, his whole body is buzzing with butterflies, he thinks he might throw one up.
Or how your hands grace the hair on the nape of his neck when you guys are making out. He adores the way your lips feel against his neck. Sucking marks and bites all along it, Addams apple bobbing with every lick you leave on his pale skin. He wears his love bites proudly even though you protest to cover them up.
But god does he love when you’re in between his legs. Where he’s the most sensitive of them all.
He breaks into a sweat, panting, face hot as you litter kisses on his inner thighs. His legs involuntarily jumping when you suck marks. Yuuta wears the same expression always. He almost looks as if he’s in pain but you know exactly what that face means. He tries so so hard to conceal his noises once you engulf him in your warm tight mouth. His head thrown back as he melts into the couch.
“Feels—hah—good.” He musters out and you hum, the vibrations further stimulating his cock. Your tongue licking the underside of his lengthy dick as you take him deeper. Your nose hitting his pelvis, he gasps. His hands, rake through your hair.
“Yes, baby, yes.” He whines out.
He’s so fucked out, his mind mush. He lets out the prettiest moan ever when you massage his balls, even going far as to suck them. He whines, his hips bucking into your hand as you suck and suck. Releasing them with a pop, his tongue is practically out of his mouth, panting even harder as he grows closer to his release.
“Mouth honey, please.” He whimpers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you comply. You don’t give him time to breathe, taking him in fully.
“F-Fuck! can’t—m’s-sorry!” He moans, his hands gripping your hair tightly. Holding you in place as fucks his dick into your mouth. You gag and the second your throat constricts around him he’s shooting his load into your mouth, hips stuttering as he fucks out his high. Desperate whines and whimpers leaving his mouth.
“Oh baby.” He moans out, coming down from his high. You pull off of him, opening your mouth to show him you took all of it. He chews on his lips. Reaching down to catch just a dribble of his cum with his thumb, shoving it in your mouth.
“You’re so perfect.” He huffs out, eyes lidded as you suck his thumb. You rest your head on his thigh, hands feeling his toned body greedily.
Yuuta was sensitive, especially when it came to you.
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© yuiiiriii
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alaylays · 9 months ago
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pure love c":
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httpxxg · 6 months ago
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I need to drink and get drunk so desperately that I forget everything and cry. I quit drinking alcohol for months, but suddenly I need it.
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toughbunnyforever · 6 months ago
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congrats on holding hands
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bunnyyyuu · 3 months ago
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includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta, noncon/dubcon, rough sex, mean yuuta, dacryphilia
yuuta is kind of tired of being so sweet. he’s always been so nervous and almost too caring during your intimate nights, but he just craves more. especially when he knows how you get when he’s even a little rough.
so, of course, he’s just gonna test the waters. but, poor boy loses control and now he's in the deep end.
he’s got you folded up in the meanest mating press, his hipbones digging into your ass, but, more importantly, his cock bullying your poor cunt. he might've been a little rash—what kinda guy interrupts a relatively slow makout by practically ripping her clothes off? though, he is so obsessed with you like this that he just doesn't care.
you're sobbing. it's not a few tears of pleasure, it's fat blobs streaming down your cheeks, moans replaced with cries. it hurts. he’s slamming into your cervix relentlessly. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful—how’s he supposed to stop?
it's not his fault your salty tears make your pretty puffy cheeks glimmer in the dimness of his bedroom, that they compliment your skin so nicely. and it's certainly not his fault that, the harder you cry, the harder your pussy squeezes his aching dick.
“you're so pretty,” he mumbles.
“it feels so good, right?” he asks with a shaky smile, “so, so good, sweetie.” he’s talking to you like he’s not absolutely wrecking ur insides with an insane stamina.
you shake your head, sniffling. you’d be pushing him off you (or at least trying to get him to slow the fuck down) if he didn't have one hand digging around both your wrists.
“no?” he tilts his head in a faux innocence—now he’s just being a bitch, “your body says otherwise.”
he lets your legs fall on either side of his hips when he moves the hand he was holding them against you with the rub circles on your swollen clit. a moan, for the first time since he forced himself onto you tonight, slips from your mouth and cuts off a choked sob.
“feels awful, huh?” he almost laughs.
you’d never seen your yuuta like this. a sweet, respectful boy. maybe occasionally perverse, though it always seemed to be rooted in love and attraction to you, but this? he’s barely recognizable. he’s dirty and mean.
your clothes were all discarded sans your underwear. the cotton was rubbing against him uncomfortably. naturally he’s gotta get rid of it.
rrrrrriiiiiiiiiipppppppp! he breaks the dampened fabric with no effort at all.
“be quiet, hm?” he says it so sweetly, like yuuta. he shoves the panties into your open mouth with a grin that has to be evil. your cries and half-moans are muffled now, face scrunched up in discomfort at having to taste yourself.
“good,” he praises.
“yuuta, h-hurts,” you barely make out through the ball of fabric in your mouth.
his hips still for a moment, an expression of genuine pondering crossing his features. he knits his brows together and pinches his chin in thought. he lets his eyes wander over your form. face wet and flushed, body covered in his teeth marks and goosebumps, legs shaking like a leaf—he has his answer.
he starts up his movements again, pounding into you somehow harder. you cry out loudly, the broken sound barely even muffled. he smiles so sweetly, that smile thst you love.
“i don't care, pretty girl.”
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