yuji's meat rider

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[yujisgirl]

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Toji x afab! reader x Shiu series:

♥️ Blowjobs with ShiuToji!

♥️ Kinks with ShiuToji!

♥️ Shiutoji x reader: Things that you wear that turns them on

[tteokdoroki]

do you guys think yuuji ever gets so into fucking you that the slam of his hips between your thighs forces you up the bed? and he’s so far gone, crazed, so unlike his usual sweet self that he growls and sneers down at you like it’s your fault that you’ve gone too far. one minute he’s cupping your face and kissing away streaks of pearlescent tears the next yuuji’s dragging you harshly by the hips back onto his cock, all teeth and tongue as he snarls.

“where d’ya think you’re goin’?”

the words come out frothy, gritty, punctuating the lewd plap, plap, plap of your sexes meeting wetly. his hips have a mind of their own, crashing into yours like harsh waves against a shoreline when stormy weather picks up. they don’t waver, not even when yuuji physically yanks you back down to the edge of the bed, forcing your thighs apart until you’re spread eagle and gushing into the sheets. he doesn’t stop even as you yelp in surprise or push at his chest to get the man to just let up. yuuji just meanly bullies the slick head of his cock deep into your creaming cunt, relishing in the way you lock and unlock around him as if you can’t decide how much of him to keep inside.

“don’t run from it, not when it’s yours.” yuuji pants into the linens beside your head because if he looks at you too soon, he’ll burst and flood your womb with claggy milky white… but then he gets lost in it again, the way you warmly wrap around him and despite the way your hips try to shy away from his rampant force, fuelled by adrenaline, your ankles link at the divot on his back — pulling him in, all alluring and intoxicating with your high pitched wails and sloppy cunt that streams a fresh wave of arousal, trickles into another high that yuuji might not even notice since his pace has you flying away from him again.

or maybe he does, he just can’t bring himself to stop making a home for you on his cock.

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[luv4dapape]

DIRTY PERV !

synopsis // the types of pervs the men of jjk are !

cw // panty sniffing (and sucking) , voyeurism , masturbation

THE SHY PERV !

he feels so bad and so much shame is in him—but he really can't help it, you're just so pretty that he can't control himself and has to snap a few pictures of your ass or your tits when you're not looking, he has a whole folder in his phone dedicated to them and uses the nasty pictures of jerk himself off -he's even gone as far to steal your panties, only one pair though, he would die if you ever caught him. so he usually resorts to taking your perfume and just spraying it on his clothes, holding it to his nose as he creams in his hands.

megumi , nanami , choso , yuta , choso

THE BOLD PERV !

he stopped feeling shame a looooong time ago. he'll straight up brush his dick against your ass when you're walking by or offer to get down and tie your shoes just to look up your skirt, he doesn't really care about getting caught, that's why hell steal a pair of panties from your drawer right when you turn your head away from him not to mention the times hell sit right outside your window and watch you cream all over your bed sheets as you're vigorously rubbing your clit, him on the other side of the glass shamelessly jerking off with his eyes burning into your figure.

gojo , getou , higurama , itadori , ino , yaga , ishigori

THE DOWNRIGHT NASTY PERV !

he's so fucking disgusting. but he doesn't care anymore. he doesn't go for the panties in your drawer anymore, he likes opting for the ones in your dirty clothes, hoping that your scent will still be lingering on the cloth-better yet, some of your slick will still be on there, he won't hesitate to put it to his mouth and try to suck whatever was left of you from your panties. and when he stays the night? oh you better bet he's gonna be laying right next to your sleeping body in your bed, his nose getting a strong whiff of your hair as he silently groans to himself, erect dick in his hand as he starts jerking himself off.

sukuna , toji , todo , naoya , kenjacku

[narumi-gens]

Signal Interference

Itadori Yuuji x f!Reader

summary: Your technique allows you to hear the thoughts of others, which you’ve spent years learning how to filter. Unfortunately, Itadori Yuuji has very loud thoughts.

warnings: 18+ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, smut, aged up characters, mutual thirsting, idiots in lust, reader’s technique involves mind reading, poor reader is losing her mind, sooooo much fantasizing about sooo many things: fingering, oral, spit kink, dry humping, exhibitionism

notes: happy birthday, best boy! genuinely so shocked at how quickly I turned this around. literally dropped every other wip to get it up today, but anything for best boy! (btw, this will end where it ends. if you want a follow-up use your own imagination instead of asking for a second part.)

words: 2.9k

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They call you the Psychic Sorcerer. Well, not they. It’s really just Gojo — or at least it’s really just Gojo to your face. Everyone else knows how much you dislike the moniker because you’re not psychic.

Your cursed technique allows you to form a telepathic connection — whether it’s with people, animals, or cursed spirits — and manipulate your target. And as part of your technique, you can see the thoughts of others, which is what psychics do, but you’re not a psychic.

Psychics look into crystal balls and read tarot cards. They claim to tell the future, speak to the dead, and exorcise spirits. Yes, you also do that last one, but you’re not a psychic. You’re a sorcerer, which you’ll admit probably sounds just as spurious to non-sorcerers…

Your technique is strong, but it’s taken you years to hone. When you were younger, you used to unknowingly slip into the minds of your playmates and the neighborhood pets, leaving them in a trance and you overwhelmed. It’s only through training and your time at Jujutsu High that you learned how to focus your technique and form a link only when you mean to.

However, there’s a part of you that thinks you’ll never be able to fully master your technique. For all your skill with it now as an adult, and after all the trial, error, and embarrassing missteps you made as a teenager, there are times when you still can’t help but pick up a stray thought if it happens to be loud enough — like two radio waves crossing. 

And Itadori Yuuji’s thoughts are loud. 

To be fair, most jujutsu sorcerers have loud thoughts to match their loud personalities. You particularly remember when you first met Todo and you were on the receiving end of a mental barrage of images of some idol that you faintly recalled having seen in passing before and big ass after big ass. So you’ve long made your peace with the fact that loud thoughts come with the territory.

But when you first met Yuuji during your first year at Jujutsu High, it felt like you could hear everything he was thinking — even without accounting for the curse caged inside of him. It would get so bad that you ended your days during those first weeks of knowing him feeling dizzy. 

While Nobara has always been quick to project whatever irritation, excitement, or disgust she feels, her emotional flashes are quick to come but equally as quick to fade. Megumi’s unhealthy instinct to suppress everything he thinks and feels has always made him one of your favorite people to spend time with.

It’s Yuuji who thinks loudly and feels loudly around the clock. Before you learned how to filter out and block every stray thought you heard, it felt like you were constantly aware of Yuuji's status whenever he was within a few hundred meters. 

You knew when he was hungry, when he was enjoying something, when he was annoyed, when he was happy, when he was excited, when he was sad, when he thought something was funny, when he had to go to the bathroom, when he didn’t understand something, when he thought a girl was hot, when he was angry, when he was in pain, when he was winning at pachinko, when he was tired. 

But after so many years of training, and so many years of being his friend, his thoughts and emotions are still just as loud, but you only ever hear one if you need to in the midst of a fight — or if it’s strong enough. 

And for the past few months, his thoughts have been so strong that it feels like you’re 15 all over again. It’s not all his thoughts that are strong enough to reach you against your will, just…certain ones. 

The first time it happens, it’s so sudden that you feel like you’ve been hit over the head.

People assume that with your technique, you can hear every word going through someone’s mind. And while sometimes you do, people think both verbally and visually.

So, you’re not surprised when an image suddenly flashes in your head. After all, it’s a phenomenon that you’re more than used to. You are, however, surprised at the image. 

Because as you’re waiting in line at a bakery to order, leaning in slightly to look at the display case of pastries, you’re suddenly assaulted with the mental picture of yourself from behind, particularly the way your dress has slightly ridden up the backs of your thighs. It’s not high enough to be obscene, only enough to hint.

And to accompany the image is a deep desire — for you to bend over further, for your dress to ride up even higher, to know what’s beneath and for it to be a thong. 

You cut off the connection before you can see anymore and shoot back up to stand perfectly straight, your eyes as wide as saucers. Your heart is racing in your chest and you have to fight the urge to bury your face in your hands to hide your burning cheeks.

“Did you figure out what you want?” Yuuji’s curious voice is suddenly in your ear as he leans in over your shoulder to look at the pastry selection himself. “That ham and cheese one looks so good.”

He sounds so…unaffected, like he wasn’t just fantasizing about what your underwear looks like. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and none of it is on his face. 

“Th-the pistachio one,” you mumble, distractedly pointing at the croissant in the corner of the display case.

“Oh, you’ll have to let me try a bite!” he grins, moving in even closer to look at what else the bakery has to offer, entirely oblivious to the mental breakdown he’s caused. 

And that’s how it starts. 

You’ll be out with Yuuji and you’ll get a flash of him wondering how soft your lips are when you apply some chapstick, or of him appreciating how your neckline dips just low enough for him to see the edge of your bra when he looks down at you. 

It’s not every time you’re together, but it starts to happen often enough that you begin to prepare yourself whenever you know that you’re going to see him, just in case. And it does work. You accept that your friend seems to be attracted to you and assume that this new crush will probably go away. You’re able to shut out the thoughts as quickly as they come. 

But then they get louder — and filthier. You’re no longer seeing things that could barely be considered PG-13. 

You’re seeing your face coated in white streaks of Yuuji’s cum, your mouth open and your tongue sticking out to catch every last drop as he fists his cock. You’re seeing your ass in the air as he eats you out from behind, your own imagined whimpers and moans ringing in your ears as you grind back into his face. You’re seeing yourself from above, his hands on the backs of your knees pressing them towards your chest as your ankles dangle by his ears while you beg him to go “harder, Yuuji!” You’re seeing him yanking you into an alley to bend you over and fuck you against the concrete wall.

It’s only made worse by how casual he acts when you’re finally able to recover from whatever obscene display has been forced upon you and you can dare to look at him. He’s never flustered or lost in some fantasy. He’s never distracted. You never catch him staring at your tits or ass. You’ve never even been able to catch him with a tent in his pants. 

He behaves as if everything is normal, like he’s just your friend that you’ve known since high school. A friend who doesn’t fantasize when you’re laughing together over hotpot about spitting in your mouth or when you finally have a chance to go see Human Earthworm 6 about you swallowing his cock in a crowded theater. 

Your other friends seem to have noticed that something is off. Megumi has asked on more than one occasion if you’re coming down with something when he sees how you’ll suddenly start breaking out into a sweat. Nobara is more perceptive, immediately jumping to the conclusion that there must be a new man in your life with how flustered you’ve been lately.

There’s a sudden, sharp pang of someone else’s dismay you feel when she makes her deduction in front of your friends. 

But what you don’t know how to tell her is that this new man is Yuuji, and the reason you’re so flustered is because every time you see him, he’s been unknowingly projecting graphic pornography featuring both of you directly into your mind. And even worse, you don’t know how to tell her that you’ve started to look forward to it. 

At first, you thought the reason why you would get so wet was because Yuuji doesn’t just share what’s running through his mind, but also what he’s feeling. Your arousal is really just his arousal. 

But that doesn’t explain why you’ve found your eyes lingering over his broad shoulders when his back is to you or appreciating the sight of him shirtless and sweaty after training together or wondering what it would feel like to have two of his thick fingers buried knuckle deep in your slick cunt. 

And you’ve started to realize that he doesn’t even need to be around for you to end up yourself lost in a fantasy of your own making. 

You’ll be scrolling through your phone and your mind will drift to how it would feel to look down and see Yuuji beneath you as you ride him, your palms pushing down against his bare chest for leverage with every rock of your hips. You’ll be sitting on the couch and wish that Yuuji were with you so you could climb into his lap and desperately grind against him until you both come in your pants as you let out needy little whimpers against his lips. 

You’ll be in bed late at night with your hand buried between your legs, your fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy while you grind the heel of your palm against your clit, and mourn the absence of his cock. 

After months of this ongoing torture, your sanity is about to snap. It feels like every time you’re together, if it’s not his fantasies that you’re seeing, it’s your own.

But then you notice a change. Because where you’ve started to feel less flustered every time one of these images is playing in your mind — so desensitized to them by this point that they leave you turned on more than anything else — he appears to be growing more flustered in your presence. 

There are times when he can’t quite meet your eyes. You’ll look over at him and see that his cheeks are suddenly as pink as his hair. There’s one time where he starts to choke on the soda he’s in the middle of drinking for no apparent reason. You finally start to catch him staring longingly at your ass. 

You begin to wonder if he’s close to reaching his breaking point. 

It’s what you find yourself contemplating one night as you and Yuuji get caught in the rush hour crowd on the subway. He’s strong enough and thoughtful enough to have pushed a path through when you boarded, so that you can lean back against the set of doors on the opposite side. He rests his forearm above your head on the window, using his body to shield you from the rest of the crowd. 

It’s an awkward situation for two friends to be in. For as much room as he tries to leave between you, people continue to get on at each station, and eventually, there’s no space left — you can feel every firm inch of him pressed against you.

He seems to be more conscious of it than you, his eyes directed nervously up at the ceiling. You’re just relieved that it’s him invading your space and not some creep who’s ready to take advantage of the close quarters. 

Thankfully, most of the station platforms are on the same side as where you entered the train, so neither of you have to worry about moving or the doors you’re both leaning against opening. With Yuuji seemingly feeling too shy to talk while you’re in such an intimate position, your mind begins to wander.

What if you turn around? Yuuji would feel every one of your curves as you reposition yourself so that your tits were pressed against the window and your ass slots perfectly against his crotch. You could take his free hand in yours and slip it under your skirt and between your thighs so that he could feel the wet spot in your underwear.

Actually, in this fantasy, you’re wearing no underwear. God, the groan he’ll let out when you slide his fingers up your legs, only to find that there’s no barrier between his touch and your soaked pussy. 

His cock would be so hard against your ass as you give a slow grind into it, able to feel every solid inch even through the fabric of your skirt and his pants. But you can’t waste any time — the doors supporting you both could open at any of the next stops. 

So, while you flip up your skirt, he rushes to shove his pants and boxer briefs just far enough so he can pull out his cock with one hand. And that one hand is then quickly slapped over your mouth to muffle your cry when he slides his cock into your sopping cunt in one smooth stroke. 

He takes you so roughly that you can’t tell if it’s the train that’s so jerky or the punishing rhythm he sets, desperate to get you both off before someone either catches you in the middle of your illicit act or you enter a station where the platform is on your side of the car. 

It’s just as you slide your hand down between your legs to furiously rub at your clit that the fantasy comes to a screeching halt with all the force of someone hitting the emergency brake on the train. Because you’re suddenly incredibly aware of something hard between you. 

You look down, but it’s pointless with how close Yuuji is — pointless because you can’t see beyond his chest and yours, and pointless because what else could it be other than his cock? You then look up at him with hooded eyes to see how red his face is.

He looks pained, his features scrunched together, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and a bead of sweat running down his neck that you want nothing more than to catch with your tongue. You tilt your head to the side curiously, wondering why he’s so distressed. Obviously, he’s feeling embarrassed, you don’t need to be able to read his mind to know that. But this seems to be something beyond simple embarrassment. 

Feeling your gaze on him, he eventually opens his eyes and gathers the courage to look down at you. Your breath catches in your throat when you see how wide his pupils are, his warm brown irises merely a thin ring around them, and how you can see a mixture of deep hunger, desperation, and pleading. 

“I’m begging you,” he says. His voice is barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the train as it continues to run along its track, but it’s impossible to miss the rasp to it. “You have got to stop doing that. You’re killing me.”

Your forehead wrinkles as you frown in confusion, trying to understand what he’s talking about. But then he lifts his free hand, the one you had just been fantasizing about having between your legs, and taps his index finger meaningfully against his temple, and you gasp so loudly that you know other passengers have turned to see what’s happening. 

Because over the months where Yuuji has been projecting his thoughts, unaware that they’ve been loud enough that you can’t help but hear them, it never occurred to you that a longer-lasting connection was slowly forming with every image, every word, every emotion. Your mind became so open to receiving what he was unknowingly sharing that you hadn’t realized that you were slipping into his mind the way you used to do with others when you were younger and still learning the basics of your technique. 

And what you grew to understand as you developed it was that if you don’t form a barrier to protect what’s in your mind, then the connection becomes reciprocal and your target can see everything that you’re thinking, too. 

Which means that for the last few months, it’s not only him who’s been projecting graphic pornography featuring both of you directly into your mind, but also you who’s been projecting graphic pornography featuring both of you directly into his mind. 

All you can do is stare up at him, your mouth opening and closing as you struggle to find the words. Unfortunately, while you’ve lost your ability to speak, your mind refuses to quiet and all you can think of is how you want him to stick his fingers in your mouth.

From the way his head drops back with a deep groan, it seems you’ve accidentally projected that as well.

[honeyroots]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ⌇FRANK LANGDON X MEL KING

warnings 𖨂 NSFW. MDNI. daddy kink/fauxcest, au: work!dad!frank, neck kissing, frank refers to mel as ‘kiddo,’ mel calls frank ‘dad,’ dom/sub vibes, overall suggestive content

“I’m so glad you’re like my… My work dad!” Mel King tells Frank enthusiastically, innocently gazing at him from across the operating room. His mouth falls open while his gloved hand flexes. As he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, he scrunches his nose and tries to reset his thought process. Never once has the idea of being her ‘work dad’ crossed his mind, but he guesses that makes sense considering he spends more the half his day lugging her around and teaching her the ropes— more often than not, she is teaching him too.

This unofficial title sticks to him like glue, constantly referring to Mel as his kiddo or his lost puppy when she’s wandering the ER, waiting to hop on her next case. Variations of ‘Dr. Langdon, the kid is waiting by the board, you wanna give her something to do?’ has been heard by Frank multiple times, and something tells him that he should be appalled by making a title meant to be laced with innocent so filthy, but he just can’t help himself when it comes to Mel.

“Hey, kiddo,” Frank tells Mel as he walks into the break room, his hand crushing the can of an empty redbull before throwing it into the proper recycling bin. “You taking a break?”

“A small one,” Mel says gently, stabbing at a piece of her lunch with her fork before rubbing the food around in her plate. She flares her nostrils while downturning her lips, a facial expression Frank has once compared to a bunny.

“Don’t play with your food, bunny,” Frank reminds Mel, smiling at her with a wide grin. He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his scrubs before taking a few steps over to the table and fitting himself in the chair right next to her.

“Oh! I’m not,” Mel justifies, a grimace placed on her face.

Frank offers a confused look, waiting for Mel to explain what’s going on, but when she doesn’t get the cue, he opts for a more direct approach. Gently, Frank takes the fork from her hand, piercing a piece of softened carrot with the prongs before pressing it against her lips and mimicking for her to open wide. “What’s going on? Why’re you moping?”

“M’not,” Mel says in between chews, allowing Frank to spoon feed her. She shakes her head, rubbing at her flushed cheeks before letting out a heavy sigh. Frank was just going to pick and poke until she opened up. “It’s just been a long day.”

“Yeah,” Frank takes a deep breath, glancing down at his watch. Time has escaped them on this shift, and he frowns when he realizes it’s nearly eight pm, and this is the first time Mel has been able to touch sustenance. “You look exhausted.”

“I am,” Mel offers honesty. She leans forward, pressing her chin into her hand before Frank wraps his hands around her hips and pulls her onto his lap. Surprisingly, this is something Mel is used to by now. Frank is constantly doting on her— pressing soft kisses to her forehead, driving her home after a long day of work, making her sit on his lap when they’ve got time away from everyone else… As far as Mel is concerned, there is nothing weird about this. He’s her work dad, after all.

“Gotta take care of my girl. My daughter,” Frank bounces her gently, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. She leans back into his embrace, a barely there whimper sounding from her throat as Frank’s lips graze the sensitive skin under her ear. She doesn’t realize it now, the way his touch lingers, how he stares for a little too long. She doesn’t even necessarily realize how her own body reacts to it.

“You are probably my favorite dad,” Mel tells Frank as his lips part against her neck, sucking and nibbling just enough to make her head a little fuzzy, but not strong enough to leave a mark. Frank groans at her words, shaking his leg at a faster speed to bounce her more consistently— he knows how much she likes this.

“Yeah?” Even though she can’t see him, she can hear the smile in Frank’s voice, “Just wait until we get in the car tonight, baby. I’ll give you a treat for being on your best behavior today.”

[ichigf]

୨୧﹕fem!reader, yuji is a gooner 🍓

you had no idea what you were doing to him.

you never did. that was the worst part. you were soft. friendly. you laughed at his jokes. called him cute when his hair stuck up in weird ways. you sat next to him on the couch, pressed thigh to thigh, and leaned against his arm like it was nothing.

you called him a “good boy” once when he held the door for you and laughed. you didn’t see the way his breath stuttered. didn’t catch the way he clenched his fists or how his jaw locked like he was fighting off something feral.

yuji played it off with a dumb smile and that boyish charm. he always did. he nodded, blushed, scratched the back of his neck like he didn’t want you to see the way his cock was already hard, straining against his waistband, leaking in his fucking boxers just from your voice in his ear. you could say anything. anything. ask him what he wanted for lunch, whisper his name in passing—his whole body would jolt. brain fried. cock twitching. fists clenched at his sides to stop himself from getting down on his knees and begging you to say it again.

you never noticed. of course you didn’t.

but yuji itadori was a fucking gooner. pathetic. obsessed. fully, hopelessly addicted to you.

you touched his shoulder once. just brushed it when you walked past him in the hallway. his arm was still tingling ten minutes later. he spent the entire class period staring straight ahead, hard as a rock, lip bitten raw just to keep himself from moaning in front of everyone. the second he got home, he didn’t even make it to the bed. dropped to his knees right there on the floor and yanked his sweats down with shaking hands.

his cock slapped against his stomach, already dripping.

your voice was still in his head. your fingers on his arm. your warmth. that sweet, unbothered smile like you didn’t even know he was dying.

he gasped your name, tongue out, drool running down his chin as he stroked himself in short, fast, desperate pumps. “so soft… wanna touch you—fuck—i’d be so good, i’d be so good—”

he didn’t even try to stop it. his eyes rolled back. his thighs flexed, twitching, as cum spilled over his fist in thick, hot ropes. he stayed on his knees, whimpering, cock still hard, twitching, already reaching for his phone with a shaking hand just to see the last text you sent him.

“did you watch the new episode yet?” two pink hearts.

he moaned. loud. stroked again.

you’d said his name earlier that day. just casually. “yuji, you always smell so warm.” no one says someone smells warm. what did that even mean? it didn’t matter. his brain just snapped.

he lay back, staring at the ceiling, hand sticky, cock wet, heart pounding. started again.

your smile. your little yawn when you got tired and leaned into him like he was your personal pillow. the way your tits pressed into his arm when you shifted positions. you’d once fallen asleep on him during a movie. your cheek against his shoulder. your fingers curled into his sleeve like you were holding onto him in your sleep. he didn’t move for hours. didn’t dare.

when you left, he didn’t even shut the door. got on his knees and jerked off with his forehead against the wall, hips bucking, mind blank.

“she trusts me… fuck, fuck—slept on me like i’m safe—like i’m not disgusting—fuck, i wanna rub my cock on her thighs, on her tummy, i’d be so gentle, just lemme cum, just wanna leak on her—”

he came so hard his legs gave out.

and it only got worse.

you licked whipped cream off your finger one day. stood there in front of the fridge like it was nothing. tongue flicking out, eyes still half-lidded from sleep, and yuji watched like you’d dropped to your knees right there and sucked him off. his dick was instantly stiff, pressing painfully against his zipper, and you just blinked and giggled and said “oops.”

oops.

he had to excuse himself with some lie about needing fresh air. he made it as far as a utility closet, hand shoved down his pants, pumping like his life depended on it.

“oops—fuck, fuck, she licked her finger—i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fuckin’ cum—”

didn’t even last thirty seconds. his hand was soaked, his knees bruised from hitting the tile. came so hard it hit his shirt.

sometimes he didn’t even wait. you’d text him something stupid—“i got a new hoodie, you’d look cute in this color lol”—and that was it. he’d drop his phone on the bed, pants halfway down, one hand stroking, the other scrolling through your old texts, your selfies, your sleepy voice messages. panting. sweating. gooning.

“cutecutecuuute—fuck, you don’t even know—you don’t even know—”

he edged himself for hours. didn’t want to cum. just wanted to float in it, warm and brain-dead, thinking about you and your soft clothes and your sweet voice and the way you said his name when you were sleepy.

he imagined you touching his hair. sitting on his lap again. you’d done it once. just plopped down, casual as anything, thighs straddling him, ass pressed right against his cock. he thought he was gonna die. every second was torture. every breath was you, every heartbeat a silent scream. you’d smiled and said, “you’re comfy,” like it was no big deal.

he held you all night. then ran home. came three times. started again.

his cock was sore. didn’t stop.

his mind was melting. didn’t care.

he’d never tell you. couldn’t. how could he explain it? how could he tell you he jacked off to your hugs, your socks, your fucking laugh? that your scent stuck to his hoodie and he buried his face in it while he rutted into his mattress like some desperate loser?

he couldn’t.

so he just kept smiling.

kept being your warm, sweet, safe little yuji.

while you unknowingly ruined his fucking life.

[cherryscript]

dumb ways to fall³ . . . (on his d!ck) ᝰ.ᐟ

cw: himbo bsf yuji, he's hunky, kind and as dense as a BRICK, reader is lowkey a freak, yuji is down-bad, stupid!yuji, flirty!reader, we're going full blown SMUT with this one, BIG DICK yuji cuz duhh, begging, whimpering, he sobs when he cums , yuji being the big dumb sweetheart he's (all the characters are 18+)

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himbo!bsf yuji didn’t mean to pop a boner when you sat in his lap—you were in just his hoodie, no shorts underneath, skin warm against his thighs—and now he’s nervously bouncing his leg, biting his lip like “shit shit shit—don’t look down.”

himbo!bsf yuji groans, breath hitching when your hips shift just right—and he knows he should move you off—but your ass is so soft and he’s so weak for you, so he just mutters “fuck…sorry, I didn’t mean to…” like he’s the one being rude.

himbo!bsf yuji gasps when you cup him through his sweats, eyes wide, lips parted—he stares at you like you’ve grown horns and whispers, “you—wanna… do stuff? With me?” like he hasn’t been jerking off to the thought of you for weeks.

himbo!bsf yuji lets you pull him out, stunned and pink in the cheeks, hands hovering awkwardly as you stroke him—he’s heavy, thick, flushed deep at the tip, and definitely too big to be handled so casually, but you’re doing it anyway.

himbo!bsf yuji whines—whines, bestie—when you straddle him again, your slick dragging over his tip, whispering how bad you want him, how full you wanna feel, and he chokes out “wait—wait, I’m kinda… y’know… not small—”

himbo!bsf yuji tries to slow you down, sweet dumb thing he is, but your hips are already sinking and his mouth drops open, eyes fluttering like “oh fuuuck, you’re really—fuck, you’re really doing it—”

himbo!bsf yuji grips your thighs like you’re about to vanish, every muscle in his arms flexing as you force him deeper—his breath shaky, his voice cracking when he gasps, “you’re so tight, s’too tight, I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching—”

himbo!bsf yuji buries his face in your neck, moaning helplessly while you bottom out, his cock stretching you wide, too wide, and now you’re both trembling, bodies sticky and breathless like you’ve just run a mile.

himbo!bsf yuji asks “you okay?” every two seconds like the sweetheart he is—even as you’re grinding on him slow and messy, eyes rolled back, jaw slack—and he kisses your temple like “you’re so good, takin’ me so good, I’m gonna lose it—”

himbo!bsf yuji whimpers when you clench around him on purpose, full body shaking as he blurts, “fuck—gonna cum, can I cum? please? gonna make a mess, please lemme cum inside—”

himbo!bsf yuji wraps you up in his arms like he’s afraid you’ll break—buries himself deep, cums so hard he sobs, shuddering as he fills you, muttering “sorry, sorry, s’just—feels too good—been wantin’ this for so long—”

himbo!bsf yuji lays there after, still inside, still hard, arms locked around you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded—and when you twitch on his cock again, he whispers, “round two? I—I think I can still go, if you want…”

[cherryscript]

DUMB WAYS TO FALL ᝰ.ᐟ

cw: himbo best friend yuji, he's hunky, kind & as dense as a BRICK, reader is lowkey a freak/tease lmao, flirty!reader, stupid!yuji, suggestive, no smut (all the characters are 18+)

part 1 | part 2 >>

himbo!bsf yuji thinks you’re just naturally clingy when you drape yourself over his lap while watching movies, so he always pats your thigh and says “you comfy?” like he isn’t actively sweating underneath you.

himbo!bsf yuji lets you wear his muscle tees to bed during sleepovers, smiling like an idiot every time the fabric slips off your shoulder—then dies inside when you tug it back up all innocent-like.

himbo!bsf yuji always picks you up, throws you over his shoulder, and calls it “just messing around” even though his heart is racing and he has to adjust his sweats afterward behind your back.

himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t think twice when you straddle his thighs “as a joke,” thinking you’re just being playful, while he fights for his life not to moan at the feeling of your hips settling against his.

himbo!bsf yuji carries your bags, ties your laces, shares his food, and even lets you sit in his lap at parties without blinking—because to him, that’s just being a good friend. A good friend who’s totally not staring down at your cleavage and silently screaming.

himbo!bsf yuji walks around shirtless in front of you after a workout, scratching his abs and asking if you wanna join him next time—oblivious to the way your jaw goes slack and you suddenly forget how to breathe.

himbo!bsf yuji gets weirdly quiet when you compliment his biceps, rubbing the back of his neck and muttering “you really think so?” like you didn’t just grope his arm with two hands and call it your “emotional support dumbbell.”

himbo!bsf yuji thinks you’re out of his league—he once spent a full hour Googling “how to be smarter for your crush” and tried to read a whole book in one night before falling asleep face-first in the middle of chapter two.

himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t realize you’re in love with him until you sit on his lap in nothing but his hoodie and whisper “you gonna keep pretending I don’t want you, or are you gonna do something about it?”—and even then, it takes a second before his eyes go wide and his brain finally catches up.

himbo!bsf yuji absolutely loses his mind when he realizes you actually like him. Like—flushed ears, shaking hands, voice cracking when he says “you—you serious?” and then hugging you so tight you squeak against his chest.

[yujisgirl]

next hm...

next post might be shiu bcs ive always liked him and hes in my top 10 <3 kinda tired rn so ill do it wayyyy later

[murderofravens]

it doesn't matter now | y.i.

yuuji itadori x reader (any gender)

warnings: dubcon/noncon, blood, emotional and physical abuse, emotional manipulation and mention of death.

post shibuya yandere yuuji whose psyche is so fucked up that he begins using sukuna as an excuse to abuse you. maybe the two of you were in a healthy, loving relationship. you've been his rock through and through, but the aftermath of shibuya came with these slight differences in yuuji's personality and treatment towards you. he gets angry more frequently, he's colder, a little distant. sex with him is different too— he's rougher, degrades you more often, seeks his own pleasure and often leaves you hanging. his strength only ever increases, and sex with him is more hurtful than it is pleasurable.

his lack of control over his life results in him wanting to gain more control over you— which he expresses through a myriad of purple bruises in the shapes of his fingers and bleeding bites all over your body. and even though you only ever want to help— it is clear his treatment has a negative impact on you both physically and mentally. if you try to reject his advances, try to make an excuse; he only manages to emotionally manipulate you into believing that this is what he needs. one time, he choked you so hard you almost passed out. he slaps you into silence if you cry or tell him to slow down. he doesn't recognise his own strength, of maybe he does, he just doesn't care— so it often results with a dark, blossoming bruise the size of his hand on your cheek. those bruises on your neck are too dark to hide with concealer, and you try to be patient, to communicate about how hurtful this is to you, that he's changed, but it's always the same excuse. you want to be understanding— you've loved this boy with everything in you. he used to be a ray of sunshine, your light in the darkness, untainted by the horrors of the world. a smile so bright, it erased all problems in your life.

you want to be there for him, but he's changed. him not taking a no for an answer and his emotional unavailability eventually leads to you seeking an out from the relationship.

it doesn't sit well with him, of course. he lost everyone in his life— he can't lose you either. he tries to force you back into his life, and no matter how much you fight back, he's always stronger. he only tells you that he needs you— through a flurry of forceful kisses that feel more like bites and sharp thrusts that leave you breathless and wanting to throw up. he's made you bleed one too many times. when it gets too much— you scream at him to stop, claw at his arms, kick and thrash, but he doesn't. it only fuels the fire in his veins. it reminds him of mahito, a little, how he was thrashing and crying when he was below yuuji. it fills him with a burning sensation to take out the anger of his losses on you.

and when he's done, and you're a mess of bloody bruises and tears, refusing to meet his eyes— he showers you with kisses that only make your heart race with fear. your old yuuji would never do this. and he tells you that wasn't him. that it was sukuna's influence. that he loves you and he'd never do anything bad unless he was truly provoked. he tells you sukuna has been prompting him to do this, but you know all too well the difference between your once loving boyfriend and the demon that resides inside him. but there's no one you can go to help now— nanami is dead. he would have saved you. he was like a father to you, afterall. nobara is dead too. she would have helped you— she was strong. she would beat the common sense back into yuuji. and gojo is sealed. you're afraid megumi wouldn't believe you if you told him— he's too blinded by his belief in his best friend. yuuji wasn't always like this, afterall, and at the end of the day, it's not like yuuji will let you out of his sight long enough for you to ask for help.

it doesn't matter now. yuuji will do all he can so he doesn't lose you too, and if he has to take extreme measures to keep your life under his control, he'll do it. all you can do is sit back and take it, and hope your yuuji will return to you someday.

[yujisgirl]

OMFGGG YESSSSSSSSSS ive wanted this trope for soooo longgg. youre the best fr <33333

[yujisgirl]

Toji NSFW Links / Visuals ᥫ᭡

... with short fics <3

These are real ns//fw links btw! Human bodies etc not animted! Need to be signed into Twitter / X to see these videos ♡

These stories happen in chronological order! ... ! afab reader

Next: Toji + Choso + Gojo + Nanami + Shiu + Sukuna + Higuruma... so stay tuned!

TW : Gun play for the fourth fic! . . . @ my friend, tysm for that <3

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Itadori Yuuji's Visuals: Click Here ❤︎

"Toji, Can you help me sneak out?"

you grinned.

"Doll , you know that goes against my job. Thats not why your dad employed me" your bodyguard Toji sighs. He knows you well and he knows that you'll be able to convince him eventually. "Please Toji, it's just this one night. Plus its my best friend's birthday, I cant let her down" You pout as you twirl the ends of your hair, "Besides, I already got ready for it."

Sneaking out wasn’t the main problem. What pissed Toji off the most was how you were mindlessly grinding on some random stranger you met at the club.

Toji's grits his jaw as he watches the guy's hands travel down your waist to your ass. The guy leans in and whispers something in your ear before taking your hand and walking towards the VIP rooms. Toji grabs his arm "Hands off. She's with me".

What happened when you got home was just a blur: One moment you were pleading with toji, hoping to make things right with him again, the next moment your knees were on the floor and you were choking on his cock.

Punishment? I wanted this.

જ⁀➴

"Fucking brat"

His anger had barely subsided with that blowjob. It was obvious from his relentless thrusts and the hand around your neck that he wasn't done with you.

Fucking with Toji Pt.1

Fucking with Toji Pt.2

જ⁀➴

"Toji, can you come pick me up from college?"

was all you said. How did it end up with you sucking him off in your dad's own car?

"Is this why you called me? To suck me off?"

જ⁀➴

"You never use your gun"

you tilt your head as you stare at the weapon pocketed deep inside Toji's pockets.

He looks down at it before answering, "Yeah, just havent had the chance to use it yet"

"...Unless?"

જ⁀➴

"Why dont we go for a picnic?"

you knew what you were doing with that sundress. You didnt even bother to wear a bra, Toji could practically see your nipples staring right back at him.

Needless to say,

the picnic ended right how you hoped it would end.

જ⁀➴

"Such a pretty little whore for my cock"

he grunts.

You had suggested to take a shower together to save time.

He knew what you meant from the very beginning,

He just loves to see you on your knees for him.

જ⁀➴

"Do you have a breeding kink?"

you asked.

"I do love seeing my cum drip down your cunt" He answered.

He pauses before speaking again, "...we should take a video of that next time"

and you guys did.

જ⁀➴

"Wh- Is that your worm??"

you said.

"Yep" Toji stated bluntly as he stared at the TV that was playing one of your sex tapes with Toji, "Dont know how the little guy got there to be honest"

"!! I told you to lock the door before we start"

[yujisgirl]

HI OMGG FELLOW YUJILOVER :P

OMG heyyy <333 the fact that youre a yujilover already tells me that you have superior taste mwah

[yujisgirl]

Yuji NSFW Links / Visuals ᥫ᭡

... with short fics <3

These are real ns//fw links btw! Human bodies etc not animated! Need to be signed into Twitter/X to see these videos ♡

These stories happen in chronological order! ... ! afab reader

Next: Toji + Choso + Gojo + Nanami + Shiu + Sukuna + Higuruma... so stay tuned!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Toji's Visuals: Click Here ❤︎

"Come over to my place after school?"

was all you told your highschool boyfriend, Itadori yuuji. It was supposed to be a little hang out; especially since exams had just been over and you both had missed each other so much.

Needless to say, you guys definitely "caught up" ...

Highschool boyfriend Yuuji!

જ⁀➴

"Does this look good on me?"

You definitely used this mall date as an excuse to rile yuji up even more. He's sure of it. Why else would you be picking the skimpiest swimsuits to "try on" - you're not even part of the swim team!

As soon as you guys left the mall, he grabs your arm and brings you over to an alley, "Need to fuck this hole before we leave"

In public with Yuji

જ⁀➴

"Do you want your present now?"

you said . Yuji tilts his head in confusion, his graduation cap threatening to fall of his pink hair as he raises his wrist, dangling the bracelet you had just gifted him, "Isnt this your present?".

"I have another one you know" You gesture to the Love Motel just down the street.

Your graduation gift to Yuuji

જ⁀➴

"I love you. I love every part of you"

The first time yuji had said "I love you" was when you came to visit him in college. The pain of being away from you only heightened his desires and needs. He needs you, not just in a sexual way but in every part of his life, through and through.

He worships every inch of your body

જ⁀➴

"Lets test our new bed, yeah?"

Maybe it was the adrenaline of finally moving in with yuji, Maybe it was the stress build up from the moving process but as soon as the land lord left your new house you guys were onto each other like animals.

You tested the firmness of every single furniture you bought. The bed, the new sofa, the kitchen counter, the beanbag that you got from Yuji's old house, and of course the balcony.

Testing beds with Yuuji

Testing beds Part 2.

જ⁀➴

"Is this why you wanted to move in together?"

you giggled. "Fuck." Yuji was too pussy drunk to even form a coherent reply, "m'you feel so good. Wanna live in this pussy forever"

Morning's with Yuuji

જ⁀➴

"Im reading right now"

you said.

Yuji pouts.

Shit. Thats your soft spot.

"Fine, you win."

જ⁀➴

"Babe, you really shouldnt wear that around me"

yuji's eyes werent even looking into yours, he was staring right at your boob window.

"Why?" You questioned.

"Makes me wanna suck on your tits" He deadpanned, eyes tracing the curves of your breasts.

"Whats stopping you?"

જ⁀➴

"Good job baby"

was all you said. Really.

How were you supposed to know that it would result in a marathon of rounds with Yuji?

He finally got recognised as a Jujutsu sorcerer by the elders, and you couldnt be more happy for your boyfriend. You expected him to come home with tears in his eyes, or something but no- he came home and went straight to your room, "Baby, I need to fuck you"

Is it his fault that youre all that plagues his mind night and day, and when he experienced emotions in a grand scale, he immediately gets horny?

Maybe you're all he needs

[armandgender]

people who say “I block for spam liking” like damn sorry that you hate joy. Every time someone goes through and likes 3829278 posts on my blog I’m filled with a love and power that you will never know and I pity you

[yujisgirl]

♥️ Shiutoji x reader: Things that you wear that turns them on

toji x afab!reader x shiu (drabble!) ! mentions of makeup and dresses and stuff This one is pretty short but the next one in the ShiuToji series will be supperrr long sing id mash them all together (maybe)

Dressing up for them:

I bet Shiu has a thing for skirts. If you're wearing a skirt or a short dress, he'll definitely ask you to twirl for him as he leans against his desk and watches you like a hawk

A short pleated skirt with a white shirt, maybe unbuttoned a bit. Bonus points if you wear his tie , he'll go crazy (though he wont show it)

"my pretty little girl got all dolled up for me hm?"

Toji is into you wearing one of his shirts. Just that will be fine. so he can manhandle you and fuck you wherever and whenever he wants. Short and simple, like him.

Make up:

Shiu's favourite make up piece will be lip gloss and lip stick. Lip gloss because it makes your lips look more shiny and pouty and he likes you like that, pouting for his cock. Lip stick because he likes it when your lipstick leaves stains on his cock.

Toji's favourite make up piece is definitely eyeliner and mascara, he might even tell you in advance to avoid the waterproof kind because his favourite look is when youre below him crying because of his cock, with your mascara running through your cheeks.

[yujisgirl]

♥️ Blowjobs with ShiuToji!

toji x afab!reader x shiu (drabble!) au where you're in a situationship w toji and his friend shiu Warnings: -> Mentions of objectification (fuck-toy) -> Derogatory names like "whore" & "bitch" [ REPOST! because the previous one got hidden ]

Toji's favorite blowjobs will be when he cums in your mouth and you get so overwhelmed by the size and sheer quantity of it that you make bubbles with it, while trying to keep all of it in your mouth. He likes seeing that and seeing his cum drip down your face, to your chest and thighs. In his eyes, he has painted you with his cum.

Shiu, however, likes a clean finish more. He would tap his cock on your tongue a few times before finishing right in your mouth, aiming it so it doesnt spill. If it does, he'll collect it with his fingers and shove it in your throat so you can lick it clean

Toji will definitely grip your hair and push your head to deepthroat him ."Fucking take it like the whore you are" is all he says as he pushes your head deeper into his cock. He doesnt care about the mascara running down your cheeks, or the sloppy unruly sounds you make as you choke on his dick. All he cares about right now is using your mouth as his personal fucktoy.

Shiu is different , he barely ever forces you to take him. Most of the time, he's just manspreading on the couch, one hand behind the couch, one hand on his cigarette as he watches you struggle to take him. He doesn't say anything as you gasp for air and you pant on his dick. There isn't a change in his expression when you suck him either- its more like a doctor examining a patient. He wants to observe how well you take his cock, how much you actually learnt from his previous "sessions"

speaking of sessions.

You should definitely start your blowjob sessions with Shiu. He has the patience that toji lacks. If you make a mistake he'll calmly explain to you what you should do next time while praising you to the moon and back.

As the months go by, Toji takes an interest in using your mouth too.

The first time you were instructed to suck off Toji , you choked on his dick at a certain point

and to that he went "Oi shiu, Didnt you teach this whore how to not choke on dick?" He pulls away from your mouth, roughly slapping it on your cheek, spurts of pre cum falling on your cheek.

Shiu chuckled "I have patience toji, unlike someone over here". All shiu was doing was riling toji up again, and it worked. It works everytime to be fair.

Toji grabs your head and brashly pushes his dick inside - using your head as a fleshlight. "Fine" he huffs, "If this bitch doesnt know how to suck dick like a whore, I'll teach her how to"

"You and your fucking princess treatment Shiu" is all he says as he cums in your mouth, teeth gritting as he holds your head still, forcing you to take all of his cum.

He watches you swallow it and grins, clearly feeling satisfied at that gesture, "Not bad Shiu, your little princess over here knows how to be a good cum dumpster too huh"

After a session..

Toji would slap your cheek slightly and force you to look up at him. He loves the way his cum jiggles in your mouth as he slaps your cheek.

Shiu however, will caress your cheek and ask you how you're doing. He'll get you a glass of water. Hes more interested in your flushed out cheeks and little pants than anything else

[yujisgirl]

toji n shiu x reader : nsfw drabbles for tmrw? 😋

or maybe...day after tmrw idk </3

ive already written them on my ao3 acc but i wanna make it pretty for tumblr <33 (trust me it wont b pretty, i suck at tumblr still)

Im convinced my love langugage is writing hardcore toe curling smut for my friends, bcs ive written 3 whole lengthy fics filled with pure smut for my best friend's Christmas gift and im gonna focus on that today sooooo tmrw ill deliver toji n shiu

!! reminder theyre all toji x shiu x afab! reader

sneakpeak kinda: Blowing them off (both separately and when theyre tgther) How they normally operate, Double penetration with Shiutoji How they eat you out How they finger you Kinks (Exhibition/Public sex + Toys ) w/ shiutoji Stuff you wear that turns them on

[murderofravens]

i love you so much for this

[yujisgirl]

ALWAYS GOT YOUR BACK 💪 the only thing im regretting is not posting on tumblr sooner and meeting you all 😮‍💨