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jujutsutrash · 4 months

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(the best of a) simple thing

sort of a follow up to (don't look) but I want it, tho more of a prequel Pairing: Yuta x reader Word count: 2723 Warning: some slight mentions of nsfw stuff but mostly ok

When you walked into his apartment - and effectively into his life - Yuta never imagined he’d become so hooked on you. You had seemed like a bad company, like clear trouble. But you’d found him through a mutual friend, so he let it slide. He needed a roommate, and the worst that could happen would be having to kick you out. Or so he thought.

He never thought he’d become obsessed with you.

Well, obsessed is a strong word. Heavily infatuated could do. You plagued his mind constantly, and just your presence was enough to have him red in the face. Yuta thought that it was just a sexual thing, over time it would fade. It didn’t. And sharing an apartment with you, getting to know you, only made it worse. On one hand he’d be jerking off furiously to the thought of you, on the other he’d be aching to do the most domestic type of shit.

One thing he found himself desiring pretty quickly was to see you dressed in one of his clothes. It was hot, yeah, but it also felt cute as fuck. Sure, he didn’t tower over you, but his oversized shirts would still look bigger than your frame. To Yuta, the thought alone was enough to have his heart leaping - and his cock hardening - in less than a second.

Though, he never thought that would actually happen. Until it did. The first time he got a chance to see you in one of his clothes was on a rare day that he was going from college straight to your shared apartment. It was a day off, and he had plans for it, until it started raining out of the nothing while he was still in class. When it came time to leave, the rain had turned heavy, water falling from the sky with rage and bringing a cold wind with it. Yuta considered himself lucky for always having an umbrella lost somewhere in his bag.

To his surprise, when he came to the arched entrance of the college building, he saw you, looking into the rainy street with a desolate expression. It was rare for him to see you at campus, the buildings where the visual arts students had their classes couldn’t be further from his own. Slowly, he walked up to you, coming to stand by your side as he watched your expression.

“You forgot you your umbrella again?”

You almost jumped by his side, and Yuta couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his chest. He muttered a sorry when you looked back at him, eyes burning with anger. Even that was cute. Looking at you now, he also couldn’t help noticing how you had your hands rubbing your arms, body closing in tight on itself. You were dressed in just a tshirt and jeans, clearly not expecting to get cold any time soon.

“Yeah,” you respond with a pout, “this is ridiculous, it was sunny when I left home!”

“The weather changes a lot around this time of the year,” he adds with a shrug, pulling the umbrella from inside his backpack. “I can give you a ride if you want?”

“Don’t you have to go to the office?”

“Nah, got a day off today, I was heading home anyway,” Yuta says with a smile, watching as your face lights up at the offer, his heart warming up at the sight.

“Oh, shit, Yuta, thank you so much. You are a lifesaver,” you smile, and he can feel the blush that’s creeping its way on his face.

“Don’t need to thank me, really, I’m just glad to help,” he responds in a gentle tone, voice growing more concerned as he looks over you again. “Are you cold?”

“A little, I really wasn’t expecting this.”

“Well, I,” he pauses, unsure if he should stay what he is thinking before he decides to go for it anyway. “I can give you my hoodie, so you don’t have to walk back while cold.”

Yuta looks over you, hand tugging at the fabric of the white hoodie he was wearing. He is pretty sure he is blushing, but he can’t focus on that right now. On one hand, you were cold, and he really just wanted to help. But on the other, well he is pretty sure that if you accept, he is gonna have the image of you in that hoodie burned into his mind forever.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, you are gonna feel cold,” you shake your head, chuckling as you wave one hand in front of your face.

“I’m not that cold anyway, it’s fine really,” he insists, looking into your eyes with a warm smile.

You hesitate for a second, but then you nod, muttering a thanks when he places his backpack and umbrella on the floor. Yuta reaches a hand to his back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off. When he wrangles himself off of it, he passes it to you with one hand, the other fighting to readjust his hair.

He watches you smile and put it on, his heart skipping a beat at the sight. The shoulders of the hoodie seem a little loose on your frame, the end of the sleeves just about reaching your fingers. Yuta wasn’t that much bigger than you, but yeah, this was good enough. The walk to your apartment would be short, but he caught himself wondering if maybe he’d be lucky, and by the end of it his hoodie would smell like you.

When you look back up at him, he quickly averts your eyes, busying himself with picking up his backpack and umbrella, getting ready to leave. You two walk and chat, shoulders touching as you share the protection of Yuta’s old umbrella. He is almost sad when the walk ends. The minute he is inside his room, hoodie back in his hands, he brings the piece of clothing to his nose. Under the faint notes of his cologne, he finds it, the sweet smell of your body lotion. He’d for sure be sleeping with that hoodie tonight.

The second time Yuta got a chance to see you wearing one of his clothes was when you’d taken him with you to that bar you loved so much - Devilock, you called it. From the outside the place looked like a shady, hole in the wall type of bar, from the inside it looked just better enough to be sanitary. Truth be told, Yuta had never been one to frequent those places. Between the loud noise and his aversion for social situations, it felt like too much. Yet, he couldn’t say no when you invited him.

The punkest thing he could muster from his wardrobe was a beaten up plaid button up thrown open over a black shirt and some dark jeans. Compared to you, he was a normie, but that was the best he could do. Though, your presence made him feel a little less awkward when you entered the place. The bar wasn’t utterly packed, but it was full, and that was already enough stress, so Yuta would take whatever little solace he could get.

Still, there was a silver lining to this all - aside from the amount of people in the bar counter, forcing you two to sit side by side, shoulders pressed against each other. No, the silver lining was that he got to watch you, free and at ease in your own element, dancing in a skin tight shirt and jeans shorts. Yuta could endure the awkwardness he felt from not knowing how to dance if he got to see you like that.

Shit, you were too hot, and as you both returned to the bar he still couldn’t stop staring, even as you downed another drink, droplets of the cocktail spilling past your lip and down your neck. Maybe the alcohol helped you not notice his wondering eyes, but the bartender sure caught his stares. From behind the counter, the tall, long haired man looked like serious trouble, especially as his black locks shadowed those fox eyes when he leaned menacingly forward. Okay, that was enough to make Yuta look away, for now. Near the end of the night, however, something else happened that had butterflies working up a hurricane in his stomach.

“Yuta!”

When you cried out for him, he could already recognize something off in your voice. You’d both found your way to the arcade machines in the bar at that point, and Yuta felt a little more in his territory this way. Though, you had gone to get a drink for yourself, and it was really off putting to have you return with worry in your voice.

“Hey,” Yuta responded, calling out your name as he turned around. “Everything ok?”

“Ah, mostly,” you chuckled. “But I think my shirt snagged in someone’ jacket and one of the straps torn,” you gave another awkward chuckle and Yuta’s eyes went straight from your own to the hand tightening the knot holding your shirt strap together - the other hand clutching a beer.

“Shit,” he stuttered, torn between the desire to help and the desire to just see the thing fall. “People should really be more careful, they could have hurt you.”

“It’s ok, really, it’s just an inconvenience,” you laughed softly, placing your beer on top of the arcade machine you were. “Tho’, I think I might have to inconvenience you now.”

“Y-yes, whatever you need,” it was almost shameful how fast Yuta responded, he knew it, but he just couldn’t help but jump at the idea of you needing him in any way.

“Could you lend me your shirt? I’m not sure how safe this knot is,” you chuckled.

Yuta froze for a moment at your words, voice muffled by the song playing. Though, he quickly snapped out of it, eager to see you in his shirt. He knew he should be more worried about you, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking as he was at that moment, but there was just something about seeing you in his clothes. Shit, he’d refuse to wash that shirt for the next few days.

Taking out the shirt in a rush as he nodded frantically, Yuta almost knocked down the beer bottle on top of the arcade machine, getting one arm pathetically stuck in the sleeve as he tugged it free. When he handed you the shirt, you thanked him, swiftly putting it on and buttoning it up. You looked gorgeous in it - as you did in absolutely anything, but there was a special charm to this particular sight. Fuck, he could feel his cock hardening already.

The rest of the night goes by uneventfully - although not exactly easily. Yuta had to spend the whole time fighting his own desires and the erection that threatened to sprung up and make things a lot more awkward. When you both finally get back home and return the shirt to his hands, he almost feels desolated. Almost, because the chance to sleep with a piece of clothing that smells like you again is enough to have him in high spirits.

The third time Yuta gets to see you in one of his clothes is in a more permanent situation. One he admits he lucked out on, a bold strike of fortune he will be forever thankful for. After you first moved in, you requested to share the space of his large office - the only spare room in the apartment. He agreed, obviously, he couldn’t say no to you, so he just let you set up your easel and materials in the office, but in the beginning it was awkward. Overtime, though, he grew comfortable in your presence - and learned to watch you paint from the occasional reflections on his monitor.

Besides, Yuta couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the sight of you working on your pieces. Although you could be a powerful distraction, sitting in front of your easel, wearing only small shorts and an old shirt - even this casual, you were gorgeous. At times, it was an exercise in self control, one he didn’t always win, forcing Yuta to take breaks from his work just to leave the room. Still, he wasn’t really complaining.

One day he catches you frowning while looking at the washing machine, browns pulled together and shoulders slumped. When he asks you what's wrong, you pull a torn up garment from inside the machine - from the gray color and paint stains he recognizes it as the remains of your old work shirt. As you mumble about needing to retire another t-shirt to put in its place, an idea crosses Yuta’s mind.

He sees a chance, and he has to take it - or at least try to, while he is feeling brave enough for the task. Sure, if this goes right, you are going to become even more of a distraction than you already are, but fuck it if he cares right now. So as you sigh in frustration, he is quick to offer you to take one of his t-shirts, claiming he has an old one he was gonna start using as pajamas anyway. When you seem hesitant, he doesn't give you time, stepping into his room fast and bringing you a white oversized t-shirt that he places in your hands, insisting you take it.

“Yuta,” he glances at you through the reflection as you call for him, seeing you turn from the easel towards him, “you sure I can use this? It feels so nice, the paint is just gonna destroy it.”

Yuta feels beyond lucky that on the very next day, he'd already gotten to see you wearing his shirt. Though, it's posing a slight inconvenience as now he's having to try and answer you without fully turning his chair around - lest you notice something you shouldn't. He turns just enough to glance at you, body still turned to his screens, anything below the hips mostly covered by the blessed shadow of his desk.

“I told you it's fine. Is it comfortable? If you like it, you can just keep it,” he shrugs, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. “This shirt is old, and it was nothing special to begin with.”

He lies straight through his teeth, the plain white shirt had been an expensive one - you'd probably just never know because he'd removed the tags long ago, they always pinched his skin. But he didn't mind that, not one bit, no price could pay for the sight before him. The oversized t-shirt went all the way down to just below your ass, covering a third of your thighs. Better yet, it almost swallowed your shorts, and from certain angles, it looked like you were wearing just the t-shirt. Wearing just his t-shirt. Yeah, he didn't mind the price tag.

You look into his eyes for a long second - a stare down Yuta is driven to win, despite the growing discomfort for every moment he had to spend holding his gaze into yours. But it was for a good cause, at least from the point of view of his own selfish desires. When you hum and look down, he holds his breath in anticipation.

“Ah, it is really comfortable,” you trail off, glancing at him again before shrugging, Yuta finally letting go of the breath he was holding. “Guess if you say so, thanks Yuta, you are a lifesaver!”

You cheerfully thank him with a bright smile and a sweet chuckle, stretching your arms above your head before going back to work. Yuta can feel his face burning, and he can only hope it doesn't look as red as it feels. You are too sweet, too cute - and it's not helping at all the sick images running in the back of his mind. Oh, how he wanted to have you sprawled on his bed wearing only that shirt, oh the things he wanted to do.

Fuck, now he could feel his pants straining already. Just as he imagined, this was worse than before - though, it was still a price worth paying to see you in his shirt almost every day. If he could have it his way, you'd only wear his clothes around the apartment anyway.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #jjk x reader

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jujutsutrash · 5 months

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people clowning on my boy when he was just waiting for the anxiety meds to kick in so he could go back to fuck shit up

anyway I wanted to do the last sketch as an illustration but I didn't wanna have to do more planning right now so I just made it into a painting to get back into painting itself. so there you have it, with and without all te digital religiousness I like adding to things, a close up below to show some detail.

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jujutsutrash · 5 months

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Noritoshi my boy really said "I'm a secondary character, I'm not here for this" and he is a king for that, only realist in there

#jkk spoilers

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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Geto, screaming: GET YOUR BETROTHED, BITCH. Yuuta: :)) She don’t bite. Geto: YES SHE DO—

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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Tumblr says this blog just passed 100 followers (we at 105 to be exact), thank you all for being here!!

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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May we get the soft aftercare that Reader gets afterwards in your fic yesterday? 🥹🥹

It took me a little while nonnie, but I got this for ya. I also wanted it to be the last thing for October, closing the month on a soft note. So here you go, Nanami atercare.

Nanami x Reader. 990 words. implied NSFW, so please still no minors. otherwise, just fluff

"Is the water warm enough for you, love?" Nanami's voice fills the empty bathroom, being met with only a muffled hum as an answer. he watches you getting comfortable on his chest, eyes closed as you sit in the bath, back resting against him. it's peaceful, and it's good to see you relaxed, even if he can still see the purple marks he left on your body peeking from under the water.

Nanami feels a bit bad whenever this happens, whenever he loses control after a particularly bad day at his job. he knows you let him do it, let him use your body for relief, do as he please with you. you could use the safe word, and you haven't yet, but he still feels bad - worried that he might have actually hurt you. so when the deed is done, and you are left exhausted, bruised and leaking his cum, he always makes sure to take care of you.

His hands are gentle the moment he touches you again, giving soft caresses to your face and wiping away any tears or cum that may be staining your skin. Nanami is always good with aftercare, always loving and tender, but it's doubly so on the nights he is rougher. he apologizes in whispers against your lips before even checking the damage, he doesn't care if he has actually hurt you or not, he needs to get the apologies out anyway.

He only leaves for a minute, and only to get the bath ready - turning on the warm water and lighting your favorite scented candle. when Nanami comes back you are already more aware, but he still doesn't let you set foot on the floor. just as he won't for the rest of the night. he carries you to the bathroom, strong arms lifting you up with ease. the sweet, comforting smell of the candle meets you, and soon enough you are enveloped by the warmth of the water.

Nanami doesn't enter the bath at first, he always asks you if he can. you always say yes, but he still asks anyway, on one hand, you never know on the other, he wants to hear your voice just to make sure you are ok. when you invite him, he finds a space behind you, enveloping your body between his legs and holding you close to his chest. most of the time the water is too hot for him, but it doesn't matter, so long as you feel comfortable.

Gently he washes you, large hands tending to each part of your body, carefully scrubbing your skin, lacing his fingers with yours when he reaches your hands. there is no rush, Nanami kisses your neck and face, whispering sweet nothings and soft praises in your ear as he cleans you. the deep sound of his voice fills the space around you as he murmurs against your skin - "You were so good to me, love. Took me so well, I couldn't ask for someone better. Let me take care of you now, alright." if you want him to, he'll wash your hair, massaging your scalp with the tips of his fingers as he praises the beauty of your locks. Nanami pretty much worships your body through the bath, and he thinks you deserve nothing less than that.

He only gets you both out of the water when you feel like it, letting you soak for as long as you want. once again, your feet never touch the floor, Nanami dries himself off before wrapping you in the soft towel and carrying you to the bed without as much as a huff. he sets you down and gently dries the water off of your skin with a spare towel, kissing along your arms and legs as he makes his way up.

When you are dry, Nanami rubs lotion on your skin, and that's the moment when he takes in the damage he has done, being careful around any bruises and scratches, peppering them with gentle apologetic kisses every time. he won't apologize again, not right now, and not with words at least. there is nothing he can show with words that he can't show a hundred times better with his actions. if you let him, he massages your sore muscles, large hands carefully working to release any tension and pain. he likes the sounds you make, the moans of relief and the mumbles of praise and thanks - he should be the one to thank you, but he lets you say whatever you feel like.

By this point you are generally more talkative, feeling less tired and more in tune with the world around you. he likes to engage in conversation, anything will do so long as Nanami can hear your voice, make you smile, hear you giggling at anything or nothing at all. those sounds are healing for his soul, bringing home the certainty that he hadn't pushed you past your limit yet - that everything would be fine.

Nanami will bring ice for your bruises if they are too bad, make sure to clean up any scratch that could look too ugly. he will apologize if anything hurts too much, and then bring back water for you to drink and anything you may want to eat. if you ask him to order food he will, just name your desire, even if he has to drive and get it himself that's not too much to ask. he will give you an entire candle lit dinner if that is what you fancy, no such thing as too much for the woman he loves. though, more often than not, by the end of it you'll just be calling his name. calling for him to come and cuddle with you, so you can talk about anything and nothing until you fall asleep in his arms, Nanami's voice whispering in your ear being the last thing you hear - "I love you."

also to @hatake05 who left a reply on the fic this relates to asking for the aftercare, here it is babes

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #Ask and you shall be answered #Anonymous

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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Tomorrow we getting the aftercare, that's how I'm closing October.

there sure is some correlation between me pmsing and me wanting to be used in the nastiest ways. anyway, I'm pmsing so have more Nanami using the reader in nasty ways. cause just the face fucking from last post wasn't enough apparently. congrats mapp, you won.

Nanami x Reader. 1.2k NSFW, minors fuck off. tw for: rough sex, unprotected sex, piv, painful sex, creampie, crying, overstimulation, face fucking, anal sex, kinda cnc in places, sorta freeuse

Thinking of Nanami who sometimes arrives at your door overworked and stressed beyond breaking. the minute the door opens he mutters "need to blow off some frustration" - and it's like an unspoken agreement, you hear those words and you already know what comes after. its like a light switch flips, he isn't kind and gentle like usual. He is aggressive, uncaring, desperate - it's like he is more beast than human, acting purely on instinct like a primal thing.

The minute Nanami has his hands on you he isn't going to stop unless you use the safe word - anything else will be disregarded. all your whimpers and cries will be ignored, there is only one way out - though, he has never heard you use it yet. Nanami is going a pull your hair hard, grip your throat until his fingers leave prints, he is going to manhandle you in whichever way he sees fit. he is so strong that your body feels light on his hands, and he isn't afraid to use that strength to pin you down so he can use you.

Nanami is going to overstimulate you until you are crying and trying to push him away. you've orgasmed so many times you don't think you can resist any more but he doesn't care about what you think - you aren't supposed to be thinking - all he cares about is getting his fill. when he is done you are oversensitive, just the way he wants it, so you can feel everything once he hammers his massive cock into you.

He doesn't take it slow, just putting you on all fours and then shoving his cock all the way in on one go. his cock is huge, and he knows it, he knows the stretch can be too much and make it hurt, he knows he should take it slow at first and but fuck, you feel so tight right now, it's so good he doesn't want to slow down. Nanami just starts thirsting into you at full power, enjoying your tightness, how your muscles tense up and he has to push himself inside forcefully with each thrust.

Nanami is shoving himself into you at a brutal pace, heavy balls slapping against your pussy with every thrust. he has your head shoved against the soft mattress, holding you in just the angle that makes his cock feels the best. you are crying, mumblimg things his mind barely register. " 's too much, you're too big, you're stretching me," your voice is so weak, whimpers almost muffled by the mattress below. your small cries don't stop him, he knows the stretch will probably leave you sore, but your pussy feels too good and he needs this too much to even slow down.

In time his body starts tensing up, cock twitching inside your tight cunt, balls feeling tight and heavy and oh so full. Nanami cums inside you with a guttural growl, an animalistic sound that doesn't even seem like him. he pushes himself deep inside, burying his cock all the way to the base. his orgasm rocks his body making him shoot a fat load into your pretty pussy, stuffing you full of his thick and sticky cum. though, that's only the first load he blows into your body that night, he still isn't satisfied.

Nanami just fucks his cum into you, riding his orgasm and your oversensitive body. he is ready to go again pretty fast, churning up a sticky mess into your pussy, pushing your knees against your chest while one hand grips tight around your neck, the other pinching your nipple. he pushes you into a mating press fucking you like an animal, wiping the tears off of your face with his lips as he kisses your cheek, grunting almost incoherently - "so good, you are such a tight little thing."

The second time he cums into your pussy it's all spilling out, leaking in the bed and staining the sheets. he loves to see it, to watch your abused cunt dripping his seed. it's not enough tho, and pretty soon he is fucking your mouth, cock dripping with your saliva as he uses your hair to control your movements. it's nasty, Nanami pushes himself all the way in, burying your nose in his soft, short pubes. he has you gagging on his cock, kneeled on the floor, hands clutching his thick thighs.

You take him so well, it's unbelievable how he can bury his whole cock in your pretty mouth. sometimes he can see a bulge in your neck, a visible indication of where his cock reaches in your tight throat. when that happens Nanami likes to grip your neck, rubbing the bulge along with his thrusts. at this heightened sensation it doesn't take long for him to pump his cum deep into your throat, making you swallow everything. sometimes, tho, he prefers to cover your in it, shooting rope after rope of his thick white cum over your pretty face.

If he still isn't done by then, Nanami moves on to fucking your ass. he throws you back on all fours, pulling you by the hair as he pushes his cock into your tight asshole - he pumps himself into your pussy a couple of times before, coating himself in your juices and using them as lube. he loves watching how your pretty little ass stretches so wide for him, gripping in his cock every time he pulls out. you whimper, saying that he is just too thick for you ass and Nanami loves it - that's exactly what makes everything feel so much better. "I know, pretty thing, but that's what makes it feel good for my cock, so you gonna just have to take the pain for me, huh."

Your tight ass has Nanami grunting and moaning, pulling out midfuck just to watch your tiny hole gaping wide for him, stretched to the size of his cock. it's the hottest sight and it drives him insane. he hammers into your ass, moving towards his peak faster and faster. it's like he could never get tired, but you can, and when your legs give out he just holds you in place by your hip, pulling them into his like you were weightless. when his orgasm finally hits him, he moans as he floods your guts with his jizz. though, his favorite part is when he pulls out and he gets to watch the white cum leak out of your gaped asshole.

Through hours Nanami fucks your holes like a fleshlight - using your body to milk his cock and relieve his stress. truth is, masturbating just hasn't been cutting it. he doesn't feel satisfied unless he is fucking you. the feeling of your body plaguing his mind. So it's only fair that he gets to use you like this, to blow off some frustration by abusing your holes until they're gaped and overflowing with his cum. And you take it, never once has he heard you use the safe word. So when everything is done and Nanami is finally relaxed again, he goes back to being the gentle, caring man you know - and you get the longest, softest after care session.

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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working on what my boyfriend would call a cursed image

#Jjk spoilers #It's the season of kenny

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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Kenjaku really saw the infamous "character type who operates by comedy rules and therefore will be as powerful as he needs to for the joke to be funny" and said "easiest way to beat this guy is by being funnier", Kenny's solution really was just to switch to playing by takaba's rules

And like he must be having the time of his life, cause it's something NEW, something DIFFERENT. He admitted that his 5k years of jujutsu sorcery knowledge weren't gonna help and just cooked a solution in the spot by doing comedy critique and then being funnier than the comedian

And then finishing with "What's wrong? Laugh, you are a comedian, aren't you?" that's a killing line.

#Sukuna walking around like he is the strongest but kenjaku has never know a fraud allegation in his life #Kenjaku #Jjk 240 #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #Not that I think takaba would ever win #But I was fully expecting gege to just cut to takaba already on the floor with Kenny giving a half baked explanation to how he won

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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Today's leaks making me hornier for Kenjaku than I already am. Go on, king, destroy that comedian! End that man's confidence and career!

and Kenny looking mighty fine today too, thank for the gift gege

#Jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #Jjk #Jjk 240

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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NSFW (minors leave). cw: face fucking, gagging, throatpie/cum swallowing, piv, creampie, unprotected sex

Thinking of loser boyfriend Yuta. Poor guy can barely get by in social interactions, has a hard time speaking to people he doesn't know, shakes whenever he is in the spotlight for anything. He is smart, and kind but is very much the type that needs you to order for him at a fast food. He stutters for anything, forgets his words whenever people make eye contact, stumbles on his own feet often and looks like he is about to cry whenever he is perceived for anything. He really needs you to help him get through the day, terrified eyes looking around like a prey animal, he clings to your arm like a panicked child.

Your friends sometimes wonder why the hell you are with that guy, and you always say he is the sweetest soul. And he is, but what none of them imagine is that your loser boyfriend is also a fuck machine. Sure, he may not be a smooth dom, but he more than makes up for it with a massive sex drive and even more massive cock. Maybe, the reason he stumbles on his own feet so much is because he has a third leg on the way. If Yuta wasn't so awkward he'd probably be the most cocksure fuckboy around. Good thing he is awkward as hell.

Though, maybe it's because of all the awkwardness that he is always so desperate to fuck, always so desperate to get some release from his daily life. Yuta almost skull fucks you on a daily basis, hips thrusting uncontrollably while his large hands hold your head, thumbs brushing your cheeks while he bobs you up and down his shaft. He makes you gag on his thick erection, head touching the back of your throat all the while he continually apologizes, voice trembling profusely. It goes on like this until he cums, spit and precum spilling down your face as he slams himself into your mouth. When his orgasm hits, Yuta pulls you flush to his hips, nose buried in his skin as he pumps his big thick load straight down your throat - still apologizing all the while.

It's rare that Yuta is satisfied cumming just once though. He can go for a couple rounds, leaving you satisfied and, more of the not, utterly exhausted. He likes fucking your pussy a little too much, whispering his praises and gratitudes as he hammers into your cunt mercilessly. It's rough, it's animalistic and it's violent, his thick length stretching your walls thin as he slams into you like a fleshlight. The 'I love you's spilling from his mouth being almost drowned by the sounds of your wet pussy being ravaged by his massive cock, his hands roaming and groping all over your body. Yuta fucks you in every which way he can think of, always looking to go deeper, to hit your sweet spot and feel you even tighter around his cock. When he cums it's deep inside your pussy, and he still rides you until the white, sticky liquid comes pouring out of your abused hole.

So maybe it is fitting that whenever you go outside, Yuta looks like a terrified creature, ready to jump at any minute. Cause, after all, he does fuck like an animal who's desperate to breed and who doesn't know if he will be alive the next day to to that once more.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta x reader

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jujutsutrash · 6 months

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To the anon who asked to get the soft aftercare I mentioned on my last nanami fic, I hear you bud, you gonna get it, I can do that

#Last thing I expected was getting an ask for th soft stuff when my posts have been inching closer and closer to the dead dove do not eat tag #Me to myself holding a gun 'stop before it's too late'#The fight between my superego saying 'don't give in to those thoughts' and my ID saying 'fuck it we ball'#Anyway nonnie im gonna write the aftercare yeah it's important #Nothing better than to get wrecked violently then treated with care

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jujutsutrash · 7 months

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this fic is kind of a part two for Nanami face fucking you and is followed by the much requested Nanami aftercare, check these two out too! there sure is some correlation between me pmsing and me wanting to be used in the nastiest ways. anyway, I'm pmsing so have more Nanami using the reader in nasty ways. cause just the face fucking from last post wasn't enough apparently. congrats mapp, you won.

Nanami x Reader. 1.2k NSFW, minors fuck off. tw for: rough sex, unprotected sex, piv, painful sex, creampie, crying, overstimulation, face fucking, anal sex, kinda cnc in places, sorta freeuse

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk x reader

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