emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High Curse version| Hidden Inventory version | Culling Game version | Tokyo version | Coworker version ૮․ ․ ྀིა 18+, minors dni cw: free use vibes, monster anatomy, piv, praise, licking, pussydrunk choso, predator/prey dynamic, mild degradation includes: Sukuna, Choso, Mahito
being the emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High villain HQ means you’re there for your friends whenever they need you. you get lots of attention, lots of cuddles entertainment and lots of orgasms :3
Sukuna Ryomen🥩
humans’ stupidity often amuses sukuna. so does their arrogance. he likes playing with them. some of them manage to get on his nerves though. gojo, mainly.
it’s in your best interest to keep sukuna occupied. besides, it’s not like you feel pressured. being able to rein in a terrifying curse is like an achievement. and he can make you feel so good.
of course, kenjaku’s hand is in the whole thing, he wanted a kind of buffer for sukuna, so his plans wouldn’t be interrupted.
you entertain his psychotic monologues about power, morals… one could say you indulge him, humour him. the king of curses can be quite conversational, he likes to hear himself talk.
you butter him up with enthusiastic questions and compliments that stroke his ego just right. nothing too straightforward, just observations that let it slip just how in awe you are.
aw, and the sorcerers have upset him again? the brats are being bold? something reminds him of how he was treated in the past? that’s okay, you know exactly how to distract him.
you make out with his mouth. no baby, not the one on his face. the one on his stomach. his tongue there is bigger, his teeth scarier, his saliva thicker. the big muscle pushes itself into your mouth, down to your throat and you suck on it obediently. it gives your face a few, long licks, coating your cheeks in spit.
sukuna likes that. the feeling itself is good but knowing that a cute bunny girl like you is comfortable enough to kiss the monstrosities all over his deformed body feels even better. it’s almost as if it were normal to you. maybe it’s because you’re surrounded by curses and you’re used to it. maybe you really don’t mind. maybe you’re just messed up in tje head.
sukuna goes quiet when he watches you. a bunny girl, who’s supposed to bolt at the first sign of trouble like the little prey she is, genuinely comfortable in his presence. he’d call you stupid if he didn’t know any better.
impressed with how well you handle his abdominal mouth, how you don’t even flinch when it starts to nibble on your cheeks, sukuna rewards you by taking you on his throne.
you can barely keep yourself upright as your body shakes with each thrusts. by all means, sukuna doesn’t intend on making it into a punishment, he’s just too strong, too big, stretching you until you feel like your organs are being rearranged.
and then you jokingly call him “your grace” in that blissed-out voice and he fucking loses it. one of his big hands curls around your throat, helping you balance, his cock pumps into you like he’s going to die if he doesn’t fill you up with his nasty curse cum.
“take it, rabbit, take all of it—“ you’re not sure if it’s an order or a plea. “‘m taking it, your grace…” the reply makes his cock twitch inside you. “that you are, pretty bunny, nice and open for me.” before cumming, he makes sure you climax, it’s good for his ego and you deserve a reward for your efforts, being able to make sukuna so happy is no small feat for you.
his tongues keep licking all over you, spreading his scent, that unmistakable cursed residue of the King of Curses. yes, you do keep him occupied. he can even forget about the stupid humans. it’s just him and you, having the kind of animalistic sex that should be impossible for a little bunny like you and a biiiiig creature like him.
Choso Kamo🩸
the first time he sees you, you’re bent over the backrest of a sofa, your skirt lifted by your scut high enough to expose your cheeks. choso even mistakes your puffy labia for some kind of flower or petal arrangement between your legs, given it’s his first time in the real world.
your legs dangle in the air as you lie draped over the sofa, listening to mahito complain about something. choso’s brain struggles to comprehend the scene. let’s cut him some slack, he just gained a vessel after spending 150 years in a small vial, he doesn’t know much about the world and in all of the chaos, the plans, everything, he has never even met a girl. a bunny girl? that doesn’t even register for him.
choso has no choice but to assume that’s just what all women look like.
even without a solid concept of morals, he averts his gaze and every time he does, mahito mocks him. what does the bunny girl do? you comfort him.
you explain things about the world patiently, when you talk about yourself, what bunny girls do, he gets hard and panics.
poor baby, his big cock is so achy all of a sudden and he has all kinds of urges. to palm himself through his pants, to hump something, to touch you, to ask you to bend over some furniture so he can see your pretty pussy again.
his voice gets so desperate, it could be called shameless if he was familiar with the concept. he isn’t, so each time he gets a boner in the presence of others, you quickly hop into his lap to cover it up, knowing others would tease him for it relentlessly.
for a while, you don’t allow him inside. he’s too inexperienced and it’d feel like taking advantage of him. choso has to be aware of what he’d be getting into. but he just gets worse and worse, crying and sniffling to you about how much he needs relief.
“ah…look at what you do to me…” he whimpers as he lowers his pants, letting his hardened cock spring free. “help me please, i need to be inside that pretty flower.”
you giggle, he still refers to your pussy like that, it’s so cute. really, the death painting womb’s way of handling you is different from how other curses handle you, sweet and gentle. he really spoils you.
choso has earned it, he’s the most polite and human curse you’ve ever met. of course you let him sink his throbbing dick into your wet heat. each time, he’s clumsy and uncoordinated and it’s not even because he’s too new to it.
he’s just that desperate. can’t handle how good your walls feel around him, especially after your hole gets all messy and well-fucked. the warm fluids, the gooey skin… they all make him pussydrunk.
“‘m sorry, can’t stop, why can’t i stop? is it okay if i keep going, i know you’ve cum so many times, i knoow bunny, i need to keep going… fuck, cum again, i’m sorry, i can’t stop—“
he rambles and rambles while you’re fucked out, limp under him, legs yielding to the pressure of his hips pushing them apart. you nod with a dazed smile, encouraging him to keep going. who knew seeing such a powerful curse fall apart would be so entertaining?
Mahito🌀
mahito is never in a bad mood. it’s not really possible to throw him off or to annoy him. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need an emotional support bunny. for scientific reasons. or for damage control reasons. depends on who you ask.
he really does think of you as his pet. when the experiments on humans bore him, he turns to you.
surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, mahito is more sadistic than sukuna. sukuna still has the elegance and taste of a king, while mahito… his imagination knows no bounds. initially, he had more evil ideas for you, such as tying you down and overstimulating you, using all kinds of toys on you, making you beg and whimper. none of that is allowed.
the thing that keeps him in check is the fact that other curses, sukuna specifically, would be very displeased to know he was mean to his bunny girl.
the main activity is just… chasing. both you and him like the adrenaline. you get a little nervous, your fear turns him on. he lets you loose in places, gives you a head start, then runs after you. you get tired, you stumble, your try crawling away, he holds you down.
or you play hide and seek, that’s exciting too. hearing his footsteps as you try to make yourself smaller in your hiding spot, blood drumming in your ears. hearing the “i’m coming to get you, little bunny~” is the cherry on top. the kind of cherry that makes you leak your juices down your thighs and your entrance flutter.
either way, you’re getting caught and mounted, on the ground, bent over over furniture, doesn’t matter. mahito doesn’t even have to deal with silly underwear in the way, you know he likes easy access better, so you only wear skirts and dresses with nothing under when he’s around.
“look at you, you’re such perfect prey, truly committing to the bit, aren’t you?” he asks when you start crawling away just to make him chase you a little more. “dumb bunny, should be shaking with fear, mhm…” his tip presses against your walls in different angles as he rolls his hips around.
yeah, no, you’re not actually scared of mahito, you know damn well he’ll behave himself. being the cheeky bunny you are, you do put on a show and in a high, mocking tone, you moan about being scared, about mercy, about letting you try running away again.
mahito is aware you’re just playing too but doesn’t get offended. your audacity is to his liking. he flashes you a manic smile and buries himself to the hilt, giving you shallow thrusts after.
“dumb, dumb bunny, oh, i love silly toys like you, i’ll have to conduct experiments on those greedy bunny parts of yours.”
a satisfied chuckle makes it past his lips when your pussy clenches in response to his plans. “dumb bunny liked that, huh? of course she did, perfect little pet…”
as much as he promises to experiment on you later, mahito exhausts himself by getting way too into it and in the end, he’s too tired to follow through. his big mouth and his passion are just too much for his little heart.
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