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[mochiissprinkl]

ex- billie eilish, wbb writer! i now write mha, jjk, aot, and demon slayer.

requests: closed !! 💌🍓

masterlist (under construction😓)

request rules:

will write: smut, fluff, angst

paring rules:

character x fem!reader

character x gn!reader

things i write:

hc

blurbs

fics

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[claudialynq]

Toji but with new wm version

[miniairo]

SORRY HAHAHAHAHA

[millersland]

need some fics with this vibe

[mochiissprinkl]

boobs, ass, or thighs ?

jjk edition !!

including: gojo, geto, nanami, megumi(timeskip), itadori(timeskip), choso, toji, sukuna.

a/n: i lost the ask for this.. sorry about that🥹🫰🏽

mdni !!

Gojo’s hands are shameless when they wander over you. He loves to slide his palms under your shirt and cup your heavy breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they stiffen. The bounce when he fucks you from behind is his favorite show—he’ll slap a tit just to watch it jiggle. Still, he’s greedy; if your ass is presented he’ll grip it hard enough to leave fingerprints while he drives in deep. Thighs get attention too, but only as a means to spread them wider so he can bury his face between them and suck until the skin is slick with spit and come.

Geto is quieter but no less hungry. He’ll bury his face between your soft tits and breathe in the scent, licking slow stripes across the undersides before sucking a nipple into his mouth. When you’re riding him he keeps one hand on a breast and the other on a full ass cheek, squeezing both in rhythm with his thrusts. Thighs earn his attention when he’s eating your pussy—he’ll hook an arm under one and pin it open so he can tongue-fuck deeper.

Nanami is methodical. He likes the weight of your breast in his palm, the way it fills his large hand completely. He’ll knead slowly, almost reverently, before pinching your nipple just hard enough to make your body jerk. Your ass is a close second; he enjoys the visual of red handprints blooming across pale skin after a firm spanking. Thighs he uses for leverage, gripping them tight while he fucks you with deep, measured strokes that never miss the spot that makes your legs shake.

Megumi pretends he’s above it, but his eyes always drop to the curve of your ass when you bend over. He likes to grab two handfuls and spread them, watching his cock disappear between your cheeks. Your breasts get attention when he’s on top—he’ll mouth at them, leaving faint bite marks. Thighs he’ll push apart with his knees, but he’s more focused on what’s between them than the muscle itself.

Yuji is enthusiastic about all three, but if forced to pick he’ll choose your thighs every time. He loves the way they flex when you ride him, the way they tremble when he eats you out. He’ll leave hickeys up the inner skin, sucking hard enough to bruise. Still, he never ignores your tits—he’ll motorboat them just to hear laughter turn into moans. Your ass is great for gripping when he’s pounding you from behind.

Choso is tactile and intense. He’ll spend long minutes just kneading your breasts, watching the flesh spill between his fingers. When he fucks you he prefers positions where he can watch your ass ripple with every thrust. Thighs he likes to bite—sharp little nips that make the muscle twitch under his teeth. He’ll hook your legs over his shoulders so he can feel powerful thighs squeeze around his head while he licks.

Toji is blunt: he wants your ass. He’ll bend you over the nearest surface, spread your cheeks, and spit on the hole before pushing in. He likes the way your ass bounces when he slaps it, the way it jiggles when he fucks you hard. Your breasts are for grabbing when he’s got you on your back—he’ll use them like handles. Thighs he’ll use to pin you down, but they’re secondary to the main event.

Sukuna takes whatever he wants, but he’s particularly vicious about your tits. He’ll squeeze until bruises form, suck until the skin is raw, and bite hard enough to draw blood if the mood strikes. Your ass is for claiming—he’ll fuck it rough, one hand fisted in your hair, the other spreading your cheeks so he can watch his cock stretch the hole. Thighs he’ll mark with teeth and claws, leaving long red lines that sting when sweat drips into them. He doesn’t choose; he ruins all three.

school is near😞💔

tags: @miy0risworld

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Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

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dentist!nanami sticking his fingers in your mouth 👀👀👀

[mochiissprinkl]

how the hell

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So…

[mochiissprinkl]

guys stop finding my old posts😞

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what r ur kinks

I'm consumed by grief

[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.

Nearly a decade has passed since everything concluded: Gojō Sensei is unsealed and alive and has won the fight, Kenjaku is killed, lost a lot of people in the process, Yūji is permanently Sukuna's vessel (not a big deal anymore), and for some twisted reason, Yūji seems to stop aging altogether (the big deal).

With Jujutsu Tech slowly being rebuilt to a "better" version, a lot of you have also opted to stay in the dorms for the mere convenience of it. That, and it's basically a coping mechanism for everyone.

And as with everything else, his predicament doesn't truly stop either of you from doing things you love and from being intimate around each other. But where Yūji excels in self-control against what's residing within him, it appears that the majority of that said will, if not everything, is thrown out the window the second you go and beg to be fucked.

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.

"Enchain."

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.

"Y-Yū —"

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you from the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.

"S-Sukuna?"

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior.

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."

"It was," you breathe out.

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly.

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby."

"Let me fuck you next, then."

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longer version

[mochiissprinkl]

Yandre muzan head cannons of him keeping what he truly is from his darling and being exposed by the hashira

muzan getting exposed

soo i kinda went on a little breakk but in back and now i have like 4 more fics to do soo i have to lock in😓

warnings: none! i think..

* From the very beginning, Muzan would present himself as the definition of refinement. To you, he would be an impossibly elegant man with flawless manners, endless patience, and an uncanny ability to appear exactly when you needed him. Every meeting would seem almost destined, as though fate itself had decided the two of you belonged together. You would never question how wealthy he was or why he seemed untouched by time. Whenever curiosity surfaced, he would smile softly, brush a strand of hair behind your ear, and redirect the conversation with such effortless charm that you would forget you had even asked.

* His greatest weapon would never be his strength—it would be his deception. Muzan understands that fear only drives people away, and he wants you willingly by his side. He would build your trust brick by brick, learning every little habit you possess. He would remember your favorite flowers, the foods that comfort you after a difficult day, and the stories that make you laugh. Everything would feel natural, making it impossible for you to imagine that beneath his gentle smile lurked something unimaginably cruel.

* The lies would always sound believable because each one contains just enough truth. He would claim he travels often for business, explaining why he disappears for days at a time. His absence would always coincide with mysterious disappearances or whispers of demons attacking nearby villages, though you would never make the connection. When he returned, his clothes would be immaculate, his expression calm, and he’d apologize for making you worry before presenting another thoughtful gift.

* Despite hiding his identity, his possessive tendencies would slowly reveal themselves. Friends who encouraged you to spend less time with him would suddenly move away or stop visiting altogether. Anyone who flirted with you would suffer a streak of unbelievable bad luck. Muzan would never admit involvement. Instead, he’d comfort you, quietly encouraging you to rely on him instead. “People are disappointing,” he’d murmur. “You’ll only end up hurt if you trust everyone.”

* You would occasionally notice things that simply don’t make sense. His skin is always unnaturally cold. He never eats more than a few bites during meals with you. Mirrors catch him staring at himself with an expression that’s almost… detached. On cloudy days he seems relaxed, but if the sun begins to peek through the sky, he suddenly insists it’s time to leave. Every strange observation is carefully explained away until even you begin convincing yourself you’re imagining things.

* Muzan would become increasingly protective whenever the Demon Slayer Corps entered the area. He would insist you remain indoors, claiming there were dangerous criminals nearby. His normally composed demeanor would sharpen into quiet urgency if you mentioned seeing swordsmen in unusual uniforms. While he outwardly criticized them as violent fanatics, inwardly he recognized the greatest threat to the carefully crafted illusion surrounding your relationship.

* The Hashira would notice you long before you noticed them. During investigations, they would repeatedly spot you speaking to a mysterious man who vanished whenever demon activity intensified. At first they would suspect you were working alongside demons willingly. Only after watching you carefully would they realize you looked genuinely happy, completely unaware of the monster standing beside you.

* Shinobu would likely be the first to suspect the truth. She’d observe how every encounter ended with the man disappearing before sunrise and how your behavior suggested complete ignorance rather than guilt. Rather than confronting you immediately, she’d begin quietly gathering evidence, hoping to separate you from him without putting you directly in danger.

* Giyu would insist that something was deeply wrong the moment he sensed Muzan’s presence lingering around your home. Even after Muzan left, the oppressive atmosphere remained. It wasn’t merely the scent of a demon—it was something ancient enough to make experienced Hashira instinctively reach for their swords. Still, without absolute proof, they couldn’t risk frightening you into running back to the very person they hoped to protect you from.

* Muzan, of course, would realize he was being watched almost immediately. Rather than panicking, he’d become even more affectionate. More gifts. More reassurance. More carefully chosen words designed to convince you that if anyone ever accused him of terrible things, it would only be because they feared successful people or misunderstood him. He’d subtly plant seeds of doubt long before the truth ever surfaced.

* The confrontation would happen on a night that initially seemed ordinary. You’d be waiting for Muzan to visit when multiple figures landed silently around the property. Before you could even process what was happening, several Hashira would have surrounded the area with their blades drawn. Their expressions weren’t hostile toward you—they were locked entirely on the man calmly standing beside you.

* At first you’d believe there had been some horrible mistake. Muzan would remain perfectly composed, almost amused by the interruption. He’d sigh as though inconvenienced before gently telling you to stay behind him. His voice would remain calm, assuring you everything would be alright. The confidence in his words would make you instinctively believe him.

* Then the accusations would begin.

The Hashira would address him not as a wealthy gentleman or respected traveler, but as the Demon King himself.

Every horrific story of massacres, transformed humans, and centuries of suffering would suddenly be tied to the person standing only inches away from you.

* Naturally, you wouldn’t believe them.

How could you?

This was the same man who remembered your birthday, patiently listened to your worries, and held your hand whenever you were frightened. Their version of Muzan and yours were completely incompatible. One had to be lying.

* Muzan would take advantage of your hesitation instantly. He’d look almost disappointed rather than angry, quietly asking if you truly intended to believe armed strangers over someone who had always cared for you. Every carefully constructed memory between you would suddenly become another weapon in his manipulation.

* Unfortunately for him, evidence is difficult to argue with.

The moment one Hashira forced him into direct moonlight during the battle, his carefully maintained appearance would falter. His smile would disappear first. Then his eyes would change. Veins would spread beneath pale skin, and the overwhelming aura of a predator would flood the air. The transformation wouldn’t resemble the gentle man you knew.

It would resemble every nightmare villagers had ever whispered about.

* Your world would completely collapse. Every unexplained disappearance. Every strange excuse. Every unnatural habit. Every missing piece would finally fit together in the most horrifying way imaginable. The realization wouldn’t come all at once—it would strike over and over until even breathing became difficult.

* Seeing your expression would affect Muzan far more than the Hashira’s blades ever could. He values control above everything else, and losing your unquestioning trust would feel like watching years of careful planning crumble in seconds. For the first time, genuine frustration would break through his otherwise perfect composure.

* Even after being exposed, however, Muzan wouldn’t suddenly abandon the fantasy he’d built. Instead, he’d insist none of it changed how he felt about you. Humans, demons, centuries of bloodshed—he would dismiss them all as irrelevant details. In his mind, your relationship still belonged to the two of you alone, untouched by morality or history.

* The Hashira would be horrified by how calmly he spoke. They had expected rage or violence, not someone who genuinely believed murdering thousands and loving one person could coexist without contradiction. His complete inability to understand why you looked terrified would only reinforce how detached he had become from humanity long ago.

* If forced to retreat, Muzan’s obsession would only deepen. Being exposed would convince him that honesty had been his only mistake—not the atrocities themselves. He would become determined to “fix” everything, believing that if he could simply remove the Hashira and isolate you from their influence, eventually you’d remember the version of him you once trusted. To him, love was never about choice. It was about ensuring nothing—and no one—could ever stand between you and the future he had already decided you would share.

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[mochiissprinkl]

i lwk got 3 fics to write 😓

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there’s just something about a pixelated man

[mochiissprinkl]

Hashira with a Monika from ddlc like s!o, so basically them with a yandere s!o

hashira with a yandere significant other

including: gyomei, obanai, rengoku, sanemi, giyuu, tengen, shinobu, mitsuri.

a/n: i feel terrible for letting you wait so long for this just for it to be short even though it was just 2 days buttt atleast i have it donee😓

warnings: kinda controlling reader, unhealthy relationships

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei realizes early on that your love for him is becoming unhealthy. You always want to know where he is, who he’s speaking to, and why he smiled at someone else. Rather than getting angry, he gently cups your hands in his and reassures you over and over.

“My heart chose you. You don’t have to fight everyone else for a place that’s already yours.”

He becomes more intentional about reassuring you, but he’s also firm whenever you cross a line. If you glare at another Hashira or try to interrupt his conversations out of jealousy, he’ll quietly ask you to apologize. He refuses to let your fear become something that hurts other people, but he never stops trying to help you through it.

⸻

Obanai Iguro

Obanai honestly understands your jealousy better than most people would.

When you wrap yourself around his arm because Mitsuri walked over, he sighs instead of pushing you away.

“You’re overthinking again.”

He’ll let you cling to him all you want when it’s just the two of you, but if you start confronting people simply for talking to him, he immediately steps in.

“You’re with me. That should be enough.”

He isn’t the best at comforting people with words, but he proves it through consistency. He always comes back to you, always looks for you after meetings, and quietly reminds you that you don’t have to compete with anyone.

⸻

Kyojuro Rengoku

Rengoku treats your jealousy with endless warmth.

Every time you become anxious because someone complimented him, he laughs softly and immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“I only have eyes for you!”

He’s incredibly affectionate and never minds reminding you how loved you are. However, if your possessiveness starts upsetting other people, he’ll gently pull you aside.

“I understand why you feel this way… but let’s handle those feelings together instead of letting them control us.”

He never makes you feel ashamed. Instead, he works with you to build trust little by little.

⸻

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi gets annoyed… but he stays.

When you ask who he was talking to for the fifth time that day, he rolls his eyes.

“Seriously? You’re still on that?”

Even while complaining, he answers your questions because he knows they’re coming from insecurity more than anything else.

If you try picking fights with someone over him, though, he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you away before things escalate.

“Quit acting stupid. Nobody’s taking me from you.”

His reassurance isn’t sweet—it comes out gruff and almost irritated—but deep down, he’s trying to make you feel secure without encouraging your behavior.

⸻

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu doesn’t always know the right thing to say, but he notices how your shoulders relax whenever he quietly reaches for your hand.

He starts doing it more often.

Whenever you’re worried someone else likes him, he simply looks at you and says,

“I’m here… aren’t I?”

It’s simple, but he means every word.

If you start isolating him from others, he’ll gently stop you.

“I want you in my life… but I want everyone else in it too.”

He stays by your side, hoping you’ll eventually realize you don’t have to guard him so fiercely.

⸻

Tengen Uzui

Tengen thinks your clinginess is adorable… in moderation.

When you pout because someone was flirting with him, he grins and casually pulls you against his side.

“Jealous? Can’t blame you. I’m pretty flashy.”

He loves showing you off and makes sure everyone knows you’re together.

But if your jealousy starts turning into controlling behavior, he sits you down.

“I like confidence. I don’t want you worrying every second I’m gone.”

He spoils you with affection and attention, hoping you’ll eventually feel secure enough to stop looking over your shoulder.

⸻

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu notices your possessiveness almost immediately.

Whenever she catches you quietly glaring at someone speaking to her, she simply smiles before slipping her hand into yours.

“Would holding my hand help you feel better?”

She’s incredibly observant and often reassures you before you even ask for it.

However, she refuses to let your jealousy hurt anyone else.

If you make a rude comment or intentionally scare someone away, she’ll calmly take you aside afterward.

“Tell me what made you feel threatened instead.”

She wants you to communicate your fears rather than act on them, and she’s surprisingly patient while helping you learn.

⸻

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri can’t help but shower you with affection.

The second she notices you’re getting jealous, she’s already hugging your arm.

“You’re so cute when you’re all pouty!”

She constantly reminds you how much she loves you—holding your hand in public, complimenting you, sneaking kisses whenever she gets the chance.

If you become possessive enough to hurt someone’s feelings, though, she gently stops you.

“You don’t have to fight for my love… you already have all of it.”

She stays with you because she truly believes your jealousy comes from wanting to feel loved, and she does everything she can to make sure you never have to question how much you mean to her.

i actually never wrote yandere reader🤔

[mochiissprinkl]

do you really ship krbk or do you just wanna fuck them?