#jjk mahito x male reader

[banzaitaka]

Mahito x male! reader (platonic)

Continuation of Pretty Stranger

Words:~800

Firsts

Mahito‘s mismatched eyes went from the ugly child drawings on the wall opposite to him to the artist, who just ran into his room and shut the door behind him with yet another giggle. You‘d think that was the only noise he could make by how often he did it. The curse didn‘t mind it though. This was all part of the new experience.

“Papa and Moddy are distracted! They won‘t come to catch us during our secret meeting.“, (Y/N) grinned widely and went to sit next to the curse his imaginary friend. Once again Mahito laughed at how stupid and naive humans were, but Mahito himself had just enough child-like energy inside to play along. Let‘s see where this goes!

A secret meeting with a seven-year old human. Another first.

For a moment, Mahito thought back to the bouquet of roses he had recieved mere hours prior. How the limbs of an unfortunate human came to serve the new purpose of holding the roses on the sewer walls. Forming their soul into vine-like shapes was yet another first, one he greatly enjoyed. This child showed promise, Mahito was sure. The thought of new experiences kept him all smiley and observant.

“So…(Y/N)“, Mahito leaned back, using his hands as support against the galaxy themed sheets, “Have you thought of a name for me?“ That‘s how imaginary friends worked, right? The children come up with a being, deciding on appearance, background, personality,…He wondered if (Y/N) knew about that. He might figure out the truth. But when? How? This is fun.

The child practically leaped onto his bed, landing on his stomach right next to the curse, “Hmmmm…“, he made a show about thinking, forefinger tapping on his chin and everything, while rolling onto his back before sitting up. Almost mockingly, though unintentional.

“I don’t like giving people names. They themselves know what suits them best!”, the child ended up admitting, blushing embarrassed as he looked down to his feet, “And…I don’t want to insult you with names…” His toes curled up and released over and over. What an interesting little quirk. Mahito hummed, “People tend to name things after prominent features. I’m curious to hear what sticks out to you the most.”

Their eyes locked, and the child mistook the twinkle in the other’s eyes as friendliness.

“Well…I like your stitches.”, (Y/N) pulled his legs onto the bed to sit on his knees, “And there is this little alien called Stitch. I love Stitch. He’s really cute, but actually he used to be very very evil and bad. Then he got adopted as a puppy and then he belonged to a family!” Mahito hummed yet again, intruiged, “Stitch, hm?”

Not as embarrassed anymore, the boy nodded with a bright smile, “I always wanted a friend like Stitch!” “Is that so?”

The curse leaned forward to rest his head on his hand, “My name is Stitch then!”, he declared with a smile, making the young boy’s eyes twinkle in excitement. The bed began to shake softly at (Y/N)’s bobbing, “Would you really!?”

“Of course.”, and for the first time ever, he pulled the boy close to him, one hand wrapped around his back, one hand stroking his hair. Immediately, he felt the little arms of the child wrap around him as well, squeezing his torso. It felt warm and nice, like a hot bath. Hot baths were better though. Easier accessable, easier to maintain.

Mahito gazed down at the human in his arms who had his face buried into his chest. This gullibility must be a trait of the younger ones. It was astounishing how readily the child played into his lazily laid out hand. There was no masterplan behind all that, Mahito was winging all of it, deciding the route as he went. At least Junpei was a little wary, he was also older though.

That made Mahito wonder; At what age does this gullibility stop? Can they be taught to stay gullible, or to get out of it immediately?

The curse liked how easy (Y/N) was to play with, but this game was sure to turn boring someday. And what then? He’ll just have to wait and see.

One thing was sure though, he will mold the child the way he wanted. And for the first time, not in the physical sense.

[kunazz]

THINKING ABOUT….jjk men giving you head. they all just can’t get enough, dropping to their knees whenever they have the chance just to take in their mouth, gagging and slobbering all over your length.

i think gojo would be the type to push you into a bathroom stall, not caring about who’s around, he’s already undoing your belt anyways, he’s just too needy, and he needs to feel the weight of your cock on his tongue before he goes insane.

suguru would have a little bit more decency, he doesn’t like people watching, he thinks that you’re too perfect for those monkeys to lay their eyes upon, especially when your face scrunches up just when you’re about to cum. he’d most likely suck you off in your car.

nanami would be the type to appear as though he’s more ‘classy’ and ‘respectable’ but he really isn’t. you’re in the library for something? he’s already on his knees under the table; you’re making food in the kitchen? let him suck your cock whilst you’re mixing whatever it is you’re making. he’ll quite literally drop to his knees anywhere, you don’t have to ask.

sukuna would make you work for it a little, he’d start by palming you under the table when you’re having dinner with friends, he’ll work you up all night until you break and start begging for his mouth, say you’re desperate — that you might die if you don’t have his lips around your cock in two seconds. that’ll get him dropping to his knees, he’ll definitely suck you off wherever he pleases, he doesn’t really care, but he likes doing it in alleyways more, it makes him feel like a cheap slut — but he won’t admit that to you.

mahito loves giving you blow jobs. no seriously it’s become an addiction, he doesn’t care what you’re doing, even if you’re driving he’ll slowly run his hand up your thigh, feigning innocence before he breaks, and finally sinks lower to suck you off. he’s the definition of a cockslut.

[finsplurtz]

omg imagine mahito fingering himself and moaning your name not knowing you've been watching him from shadows! him being surprised when he saw you but instead of stopping, he start to fuck himself faster and harder! crying out your name as if you were his god 😵‍💫😵‍💫

— mahito so cute pls i wanna touch him (thank u for request i’ll eat u out)

your name — mahito

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! mahito

— contents : no actual smut , finger fucking or js fingering , getting caught so.. exhibitionism

warnings : none I thinker but rlly short

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

he was looking down at his hand and looked up at you sitting on the floor. he smiled contentedly before walking away.

you had gotten told by geto to get mahito so you went looking for him, surely he hadn’t gone far. as you wondered off you heard faint noises which- you assumed belonged to your fellow blue haired friend.

was he in trouble? he sounded…desperate, he was whining and crying… you walked faster looking for him but when you did….

his face was plastered on the floor with his hips up high, his ass was out, two of his fingers in his slick hole. He did seem desperate.. like it wasn’t enough.

and with that, he was chanting your name imagining that you were the one fucking him.

“h..arder yn.. ughn..~”

you held your breath, you could feel yourself getting hard as you watched this guy finger himself in front of you. Did he not know you were watching?

His half lidded eyes looked behind him and saw your figure staring at his exposed body, his breath hitched and the sudden need to release hit him. he whined louder and fucked himself on his fingers harder all while moaning your name as if you weren’t there.

“ah— yn p..pleaz… need you..hahh~ yyynnnn….” he jolted up before screaming as he came all over the floor and collapsed bedside the mess, your name leaving his mouth a couple more times in whispers.

you were panting just as loud as he was, he glanced at you, giving you a small smirk seeing your bulge thru your pants.

“mahi…to..” you took a step forward and swallowed glancing at his loose hole.

… geto can wait a bit….

a/n; i love all 700 of u guys (i apologize dis is not my best work)

[yanderemommabean]

Mahito totally has a lactation kink I can just feel it like if you can’t already he’s gonna change that with his ability :3

He'd love to make his darling whimper in both fear AND pleasure, and if drinking from you doesn't give you pleasure, then the cute noises of humiliation will suffice. Mahito would love to drink from you every day, unable to get enough of you, making your chest sore and puffy, covered in his bite marks, kiss marks, even some finger print bruises. He gives such crazed giggles when you try to cover your chest with a shirt, wincing and nearly sobbing from the sensitivity, only making him want to suckle them more and get you crying for him- be it in embarrassment, overstimulation, or relief, it doesn't matter to him.

God I bet this freak (affectionate) has such a mommy kink too...Ya know, where he's clearly the top but calls you mommy anyway regardless of what bits you have. I just KNOW it.

-Mommabean

[gingeralecranberry]

“ I’M INTO GIRLS LIKE JENNIFER LAWRENCE; PLEASED TO MEET YOU ! “

“ SENSEI , SENSEI ! “

yandere! jjk men x older! m! teacher reader

AT THE FOOT OF THE BED

" (surname)-sensei! "

...

how long had it been since someone called you that? did you still deserve the title?

your presence seemed to be a curse on the very building, but foolishly--selfishly--you returned a second time.

you only returned as a favor, you told yourself. as much as you loved teaching, you had to stay away from it, for everyone's sake.

you couldn't free yourself from the wisps of guilt that clung to you after you quit, tickling your eardrums as they whispered it was all your fault.

you did this.

you could've prevented it all.

" sensei? "

you blinked, finally looking over your shoulder to find the source of the noise.

...

that's right, you didn't have time to worry about that kind of stuff.

your students needed you.

" i'm on my way, itadori, you don't need to worry about your sensei this time. "

KNOCKING DOOR TO DOOR

☺︎pairings:

satoru gojo x male reader, sukuna x male reader, geto x male reader, kenjaku x male reader, (?) mahito x male reader, choso x male reader, uraume x male reader (ish?)

EYES SO PUFFED UP AND RED

☺︎warnings/tags

older! male reader, teacher! reader, yandere behavior (and all that comes with it, specific warnings will be included at the beginning of the chapters obvs), canon typical violence, somewhat op male reader? he's a special grade lolol, slowburn/edging u on the romance and yandere content, yaga as adoptive family, gay gay homosexual gay, unrequited feelings, reader is kind of like an oc, no physical features established aside from being tall but they have a personality, technique, backstory, etc, do with that what you will, probably will be somewhat ooc cause this is a yandere romance book and i fear jjk is a shounen, liberal use of the word sensei (you've been warned), all characters mentioned as love interests should get their own warnings except maybe choso and suguru

AND MY BODY'S SORE

☺︎ current taglist:

@angelkazusstuff @ahoeindeedinneed @wutap @mysouleaten @ilovebattinson @satansdaughter123

𝟐-𝟎 ; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 " 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 " ☓

𝟐-𝟏 ; 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝗼𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☓

𝟐-𝟐 ; 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝗺𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ☓

𝟐-𝟑 ; 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫 ☓

JAZMIN BEAN : FAVORITE TOY

[angelsrcute]

I don't know if you're writing for Mahito, if so, can I ask for Mahito x top male reader. The reader is a human being and mahito thinks that he will not be able to push him to the limit, but it happens and mahito is just like 0_0 If you are not comfortable, feel free to ignore!🙏

Imagine Mahito who gets pushed to his limits, acting all cocky earlier saying he has more stamina than you. Now here he is, getting his insides rearranged as you fuck him till he's a crying, pathetic mess. Pressing his stomach and making him feel how deep you are, as whines leave him, saying he can't cum anymore. Such a loser! :(

“You get what you ask for, sweetheart, now shut up and take what I give you, you can cum again for me, can't you?”

[paymechildsupport]

JJK men x ftm!reader // how they help with gender dysphoria

-!! CW: dysphoria (obviously) , depression , slight body worship, body horror

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s. gojo

(the entire care package)

ᯓ★ really does not care about your body or whether or not it aligns with the traditional 'male' or 'female'

ᯓ★ as for dysphoria, he's pretty quick to pick up on a shift in your mood. gojo is far from stupid, and being around you so much has made it easy for him to recognize changes in behavior

ᯓ★ ESPECIALLY after geto, gojo absolutely despises watching you spiral. the way you avoid reflective surfaces, the way you seem to fold in on yourself, how you begin to become adamant about bathing, the way you continue to keep layering clothing, hoodie after hoodie, even in the summer heat.

ᯓ★ after geto, gojo is determined to never stand aside and witness the mental decay of someone he cares about. he can't do this again. maybe if he had been more insistent with geto he would have stayed, maybe if he was more insistent with your health things would be different

ᯓ★ and he was, -- he'd notice and immediately check in with you if he saw things going south. you will not be able to get this man off of you, he will be attached 24/7.

ᯓ★he would NOT let you neglect your physical health: he'd make sure you ate, that you were sleeping properly. if he'd notice you'd been in the bathroom for a while, or were stuck looking at your reflection, he'd check on you, hold you, snap you out of whatever mental spiral was occurring

ᯓ★ he'd be on top of binder breaks: gojo would make sure you give your ribs time to breathe. he hates watching you destroy yourself just to feel like you belong in your own body :(( he'd also be more than happy to give you some of his clothes, -- access to his whole wardrobe in fact. he looooves seeing you all cozy and swallowed up in his big baggy clothing and he's so freakishly large that all his clothing would instantly obscure your figure in the folds. the fact that its his clothing that brings you a sense of comfort makes him so unbelievably happy

ᯓ★ man's is rich rich, like pay rate through the roof. you'd have full access to any medical gender-affirming care and gojo would be more than happy to pay for it. he'd throw money at you anyway, he loves spending on you <3

ᯓ★ periods: he finally has an excuse to buy extra sweets. sugar makes everything better, right?? he'd go out and buy an unholy amount of candy and other sweet thing. chocolates, pastries, everything. they're all for you, and if you won't eat them then he certainly will

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s. geto

(body worship)

𐙚˖° he'd deify you in his cult, his darling lover

𐙚˖° he loves you and nothing changes that, -- at least you're not a jujutsu-less monkey (right?)

𐙚˖° geto would eternalize you forever in his worshippers, you were their god, -- and a god transcended the planes of gender and sex. your body is his temple

𐙚˖° he'd make you, and everyone else, see the beauty of your body, -- regardless of how horrible your skin made you felt. there was beauty in this suffering. he'd commission paintings and statues and tapestries and a bunch of other stuff, all depicting you for what you truly were-- heavenly.

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f. toji

(non-sexual showering)

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ toji loves to take showers with you.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ he loves how physically intimate it is, how vulnerable both parties are

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ early in the morning before work, late at night when he comes back. especially after a particularily hard assignment, -- he'd trudge back home at the stroke of midnight, shivering, and coated in blood,-- a majority of it not his. he can't wait to just strip off those wet, tight clothes and hop into the nice warm shower. he loves the rhythmic fall of the water, how it feels hitting his back, flowing over his countless scars. loves the way you softly trace his muscles, drawing intricate shapes into his skin as you massage his scalp with shampoo.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ helps momentously if you struggle with personal hygiene. never once does he let you feel anything short of handsome :3

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ he especially loves it when you let him scrub you with soap. he's so gentle, running his large, warm hands over every inch of your body, cooing how beautiful, -- how perfect you are:

"My beautiful baby"

"There's my boy, my gorgeous boy"

"Look at you, so handsome..."

"My babyboy..."

(+ there's a 90% chance he has bigger boobs than you--)

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mahito

(he tried)

𝗓 𐰁˚𖦹 he'd meld your flesh into a nice big meatball and birth a curse -- don't gotta worry about dysphoria then :3

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r. sukuna

(the surgeon)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ he'd re-arrange your guts <3 (literally)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ like he'll actually lay you on a table and just start tearing into your flesh, splash around in your blood and other bodily fluids, and give you a nice live bisection

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ he'll dig around in there for a while, maybe move some things around, just to mess with you, -- reversing your intestines, turning your living inside out, overall having the time of his life, -- like a lil' kid playing in the dirt and digging up rocks and worms. except, - the dirt is your flesh and the rocks are your organs

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ most importantly, he'd rip your uterus out (romantically)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ that's right, he'll eliminate the source of all your problems, no more period cramps for you! (because he's just a nice guy like that)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ then, after he digs it out from the layers of meat and skin, pulling it out and feeling it around in his hand, -- he'll eat it :3

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ nom nom

+ diy free bottom surgery

++ free top surgery if he uses cleave / dismantle

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[sandiaarts]

I really would like to post more often 😭

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

[sensivs]

Rating JJK men on how well they

wash their ass

(idk why but I’ve had this idea in my head for a while…)

S. Gojo

10/10

This man puts his personal hygiene before everyone else and has a morning routine and a night routine of skin care. His ass is spickiling and spackiling. He uses vanilla birthday cake scented philosophy body wash.

S. Geto

10/10

Geto is also very big with his personal hygiene, just not too much like gojo cs hes naturally pretty. He definitely grabs one cheek and pulls it open so he can wash his ass precisely. First washes his ass with dove soap bar for the clean and then uses treehut foaming gel wash for the smell.

N. Kento

Another 10/10

Nanami takes his ass-care VERY serious. That’s all I have to say ty for coming to my Ted talk. Definitely washes it with that 1-18 dr bronner soap, peppermint scented. (I also use dr bronner ((I use the rose one)))

Mahito

6/10

His ass is… questionable…. I wouldn’t say it’s like a swamp but.. the man does live the sewer so……….. I mean……. His ass isn’t the best. He probably shoves those squishy detergent dispensers up his ass to clean it.

Kenjaku

7/10

Kenjaku is also a bit questionable but slightly better than mahito. He forgets to wash his ass time to time but when he does wash it, he just lets the water run down between his ass-crack. He also uses some random shit to wash his ass like dawn dish soap.

Choso

8/10

Choso doesn’t wash his ass every day of the week, maybe 4 times a week but that’s it. When he washes his ass he definitely washes it with dove don’t ask me how I know I can just feel it in my vains.

..

I’m ashamed of myself for making his post.

[arachnidsgrip88]

Mahito x Transmasc Reader. Excuse my poor knowledge about hrt. mostly mahito being a freak. MDNI.

Mahito adores seeing the changes in your body ever since you've started testosterone. Initially he found it silly that you would try and change your body without his help. He literally specializes in this stuff and you'd get the results you want right away, no prescription needed. Despite that, you insist that you transition properly and safely. In order to soothe Mahito you assure him that he will be able to check up on your bodily changes as much as he'd like, to which he cheers up.

After quite a few checkups, it becomes extremely clear to you which change is his favorite. Whenever you agree to let him check up on you, he always inspects your bottom growth first. He thinks it is just so cute!

"So sensitive!" Mahito coos, lubricating his finger with his own saliva as he gently rubs your bottom growth and intently watches for your reaction. "You've definitely gotten bigger. I'm almost glad you wouldn't let me just transfigure you a dick, it's so cute like this..." He runs his inhumanly long tongue against your cock, drooling a little. He can't help it! You've been so constantly aroused recently, he can smell it, and you always smell so good. He gets off the floor and onto your bed, sitting between your legs. "Let's see..." He murmurs to himself before tugging his pants down to free his dick, pressing it against yours and relishing in the size difference. "So small compared to mine... Cute cute cute." Mahito rambles on, voice high and whiney even as you complain to him how unfair that is when he can change the size of his dick at will.

Then he discovers frotting probably. Might write a proper fic about this I don't know if its too self indulgent. Who gives a freak

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝘼𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖!𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙤)

꒰ྀི ᥫ᭡ 𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 Despite being semi aware of his and his siblings existence, that’s all he knows. Choso not only has to navigate being fully alive, but he has to understand his role as the older brother, and understand his role as an alpha.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Omegaverse/ABO dynamics, SPOILERS, scenting, nesting, Kenjaku and him being a questionable dad, Mahito being… himself really, mentions of sex/ heats and ruts, mentions of porn watching, gn!reader, reader is Gojo’s sibling (you decide if biological or not), reader’s dynamic is not specified but hinted you’re either an alpha or omega, angst, bittersweet ending, vague threat alluding to sa not made by Choso but Kenjaku, grief.

𝘼/𝙉 It’s finally here (on my tumblr anyway lol)! This is more of a character study for Choso that I wanted to do, and because I also wanted to do an omegaverse piece. Reader and Choso interact later down the line, and the last bit is just the Reader’s perspective. Not too confident with the last bit but I’m ready to be done lol. Idk if I should have the minors dni warning cause there’s nothing super explicit here, but I’d say this is probably for a mature audience? I’ll be lenient but I’d rather not see a 13 year old like this🤣. But I hope y’all enjoy this! Also thank you for your patience!𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ꒱ྀི

꒰ྀི𝙒𝘾: 5,232 ꒱ྀི

꒰ྀི 𝙏𝙖𝙜(𝙨) 🏷️ ꒱ྀི @staygoldsquatchling02

THE first breath of life is usually a special, momentous moment.

Sometimes it’s the start of a miserable existence where a soul must struggle before finding the sweet taste of… Whatever it is.

But for Chōsō, it’s more disorienting than anything, and the main thing on his mind is his family.

Chōsō and the rest of his siblings have been aware of each other, almost as if they’re connected by a mind link, but there’s no words to be said nor heard. It’s just a faint thrumming, almost like the thin strands of a spider's web being plucked.

The death painting cared not for anything else outside of his siblings.

That is until he had to when he took his first official breath.

Chōsō awakens to two people in front of him; two men with various smiles plastered on their faces. One a mild smile with slight interest in his eyes with ink black hair cascaded down past his shoulders, a scar across his forehead and dressed in some traditional getup.

And the other has giddy, dual colored eyes seemingly bright with.. Something that makes him feel a bit uncomfortable. He’s got dull blue hair and stitches in various spots on his body.

After briefly studying their appearance, scents infiltrate his nose. A wave of multiple things and so overwhelmingly strong that it makes his skin itch and belly clench.

On one hand there’s a mix of spicy, and smoky with hints of sweetness, and on the other hand it’s sour and bittersweet.

Chōsō covers his nose before becoming slightly infatuated with his new appendage. Too pale skin with a few bulging veins. He wiggles his fingers before a voice finally speaks up.

“You’re finally awake, Chōsō,” the dark haired man speaks, his voice giving Chōsō the feeling like something creeps up his spine, but he’s not sure if it’s a pleasant feeling or something dreadful.

Chōsō blinks at him cluelessly, purple eyes mirroring each other as they look at one another, but eventually Chōsō can see a hint of delight in the others eyes, but his face remains composed.

The man with the stitches giggles, the sound being higher pitched compared to the ink haired man.

Chōsō looks at the other with a bit of confusion.

“Ignore him, but I’ll cut to the chase. Your name is Chōsō and you are the oldest of 9 siblings.”

Chōsō finds himself nodding, being aware of this knowledge, but he does not interrupt him.

“Behind you are Esō and Kechizu.”

Chōsō whips his head around, his heart swelling as he watches the vessels slowly morph until they’re at their final shape.

His beloved younger brothers…

The reasons for him to strive to be the best role model and pave the right path for them and them alone, no matter the mistakes he’s bound to make.

His responsibility…

“You are responsible for them and each other,” the man continued from behind him.

The man with dual colored eyes wanders closer, crouching down near Esō and Kechizu. He reaches out and pokes at them carelessly, the action infuriating Chōsō to a high degree. He acts before he could comprehend what he's doing, his hand smacking the other’s away and a rancorous snarl spilling from within his throat, startling himself. His eyes are wide and he touches his throat, the pad of his middle, ring, and index fingers pressing at his Adam’s apple.

The man that was prodding at his brothers only cackles. “Oh, he didn’t like that!”

“Mahito, I suggest not testing him too much. He’s an alpha that doesn’t know how to control himself, and I certainly won’t help if you get hurt because you couldn’t stop running your mouth,” the other man warns, not sounding concerned in the slightest.

The unserious man, Mahito, scoffs. “Oh please, Getō, I’m not scared of some untrained alpha mutt.”

Chōsō is left even more confused, but he’s not insulted, instead he focuses on hovering over his brothers, not wanting Mahito to touch them again.

Now that he’s more present, he can tell who’s smell is who. Mahito’s is the one that smells sour and bittersweet, while Getō is the smoky, sweet and spicy one. It’s still overwhelming to smell them both, the urge to snap at both of them was strong, but he was not going to break composure again unless necessary.

Esō and Kechizu’s scents were slowly coming to life, their scents not being bothersome to Chōsō.

Esō smells faintly of something soft, floral, and sweet, but underneath that it’s death.

And Kechizu’s scent is earthy, metallic, and also smells of death underneath it all, but his scent is not as strong as everyone else’s.

They’re perfect in his eyes.

Chōsō holds their hands as they wake up, his gaze almost blank but there’s a touch of softness there in those dark purple eyes of his.

“Hello younger brothers,” he greets, his voice dull while his hands hold theirs tenderly.

“You’re Esō,” he directs to his brother who looks like an unearthly human.

He then looks to his other brother who looks less human. “And you’re Kechizu.”

Esō and Kechizu smile at him and wrap their arms around him, their scents meshing together and onto each other’s skin like a semi permanent tattoo.

Seeing their smile, and feeling their warmth… Chōsō wants to make sure he keeps them safe and happy.

Mahito scoffs and Chōsō is alerted.

“Chōsō is the only one that looks good. How come the other two look so gross?”

Another cord of uncontrollable anger surges through him, but he restrains himself enough that only a small growl leaves his throat, purple eyes glaring pins and needles into Mahito who looks like he couldn’t care less.

Esō’s scent suddenly grows foul, permeating through the room and alerting everyone.

It further pisses Chōsō off but before he could lose the little amount of control he has, Getō cuts in calmly.

“Where are my manners? I’m Getō Suguru, and I’m sure you heard me address him as Mahito. Before we let the three settle in I have more to discuss with you.”

Chōsō noticed while Getō was talking that he had a way to command his attention even though Chōsō was far more focused on making sure his brothers were okay, especially Esō.

Getō goes on to talk about his plans for the world and wants them to join in his cause. Chōsō frankly does not care, as long as he and his siblings can live peacefully in this “new world”.

“We’ll join under one condition,” Chōsō declared once Getō was finished with his speech.

Said man’s smile grows an inch. “Go on and name your condition.”

Chōsō speaks firmly, never once wavering as he and Getō stare each other in the eyes. “As long as my brothers, as well as our other siblings, can live peacefully in the end of all of this, we’ll cooperate.”

Getō looks like he expected nothing less from the ill looking man. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

Seeming that it seems to be a deal, he nods before speaking again. “Now then, what is with you calling me an alpha?”

“Ah yes! I will give you books on your biologies and as well as get you and Esō the proper medications you’ll need.”

Mahito gags, toying with his hair. “Those pesky suppressants. Who even needs those when they end up becoming a problem later?”

Chōsō’s eyes fly open with alarm, his purple orbs darting over to Getō and narrowing slightly, silently demanding an explanation.

Getō waves off his gaze, still having that carefree expression of his. “That’s years and years down the line.” Then he suddenly pins Chōsō with a knowing stare, looking a little arrogant now. “Esō is an omega and without them he could get hurt. You wouldn’t want that now would you?”

Chōsō swallows and only gives him a stiff nod, the terms still lost on him, but if the medication can keep Esō stable for now, that’s all he needs to know. He’ll figure out another solution later when he’s more knowledgeable.

Getō then guides the three beings into a room and inside there’s a large bed, small wooden desks beside the bed, light fixtures, a tv, empty bookshelf, a standing mirror, and a fuzzy couch. On the bed there’s a pile of random articles of clothing and some shoes that the siblings wander over to.

“This will be your living space, when you’re able to go outside feel free to buy anything to liven the place up more,” Getō advises, remaining at the doorway. “I’ll let you three get dressed and I’ll be back shortly.”

The siblings don’t acknowledge him, focused on finding the right pieces of clothing for themselves.

And Chōsō finally runs into his first problem as an older brother. When Esō was trying his first set of clothes on, he was absolutely horrified when he saw what was on his back. His scent soured and stunk up the room, drowning Chōsō and Kechizu.

Esō moves away from the standing mirror, keeping his back away from his brothers, his eyes slightly welling up. “I look disgusting!” he gasps, a million thoughts and scenarios passing through his eyes and it makes Chōsō panic and clam up. He wants to help him immediately, but when he takes a step towards him, he’s lost on what to even say.

“Esō don’t be so harsh on yourself. Kechizu nor I even batted an eye on what’s on your back. You’re not disgusting,” Chōsō explains to him, his voice blunt but with a twinge of gentleness.

Esō's expression softens but he looks off to the side, his attention elsewhere again. He shakes his head and moves to the pile of clothes again. “Please.. Don’t look at my back.”

“But-.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Please, Ani…”

Chōsō wants to push, but hearing the pleading in Esō’s voice makes him reluctantly sigh and let it go. He only wants to make his brothers happy, and if Esō doesn’t want to talk about it, fine. He’ll have to trust that whenever Esō’s ready he’ll come talk to him.

“I don’t think I want to wear any of these,” Kechizu chimes in before the silence could swallow them. “It’s not like I’ll be able to walk out in public anyways,” he adds with a shrug and tossing the shirt in his hand, not having a care in the world about that fact.

Chōsō hopes that Kechizu keeps that attitude because he doesn’t even know how to help Esō with his current situation.

“That’s fine,” Chōsō murmurs, admiring some boots that were on the bed.

Once dressed to their liking, Esō’s smell had gradually turned back to normal, easing the other two.

“Are you both comfortable?” Chōsō checks in.

“We’re fine!” Esō replies while Kechizu nods with a smile. “Are you?”

Chōsō nods with a hum. “I want you both to have the bed. The couch will be fine with me.”

They tried to argue and insist that he could also take the bed with them, but Chōsō insisted that he already took a liking to the couch anyways. Since the younger siblings knew there was no way to change Chōsō’s mind, they give up, settling down onto the bed.

“What do you think of all of this?” Esō eventually asks.

“All I care about is my family,” Chōsō answers without hesitation. “We live for each other, and as your older brother I’ll do my best to keep you both happy and safe.”

‘I will set a good example for them like I’m meant to. Even if I stumble along the way..’

“And we’ll keep you safe and happy!” Kechizu declares with Esō nodding with his arms crossed.

“That won’t be necessary but I appreciate it,” he says softly, lips curling up slightly. “Your happiness makes me happy.”

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door before it opens, revealing Getō with books and a bag of medicine in hand like he promised. “Here you all go,” he says, handing them off to Chōsō.

Chōsō stares at the book that was on top: “Alpha Biology 101 For Dummies.”

“Whenever you three are ready the rest of us will be out here,” he says before gliding away once more.

As Chōsō learns to grasp what life is now for him and his brothers, he soon learns the meaning of what are alphas, betas, and omegas.

Kechizu is a beta. People with this dynamic don’t have to take suppressants like alphas and omega have to to regulate sexual urges. Their scent is not as overpowering, and… Well… In simple terms they’re basic.

Not his words.

Now onto omegas. Omegas were highly sought after, spoken of like they’re prized treasures. They have heats that occur and are said to be “submissive” and the “caregivers” of society. Lot of the texts in the books he was given speak of omegas being frail and are made to be infantilized. It was weird, and it made him feel dread in the pit of his gut as he thought of either of his brothers being treated that way.

Chōsō was conflicted about what was being told to him from the books, and his own analysis from being around his brothers, Mahito, and omegas outside the hideout.

Mahito and Esō were not submissive. While Esō is sensitive that does not mean that he’s submissive. He’s clever and likes to dominate the room and anyone that tries to walk over him. Just as long as no one speaks or gazes upon the face on his back he’s fine.

Mahito… He’s playful, sadistic, and dominates the room, especially those he considers inferior. He’s anything but fragile and doesn’t need protection. The world is his playground and he doesn’t care who gets hurt or what gets broken by him.

Chōsō knows there’s not a caring bone in his body.

If anything.. Kechizu, despite being a beta, had what the textbook would describe as “omegan behavior”…

Even while he people watched he could see that what was said in the textbook was so… Wrong. Outdated.

It all just seems to be one big insult to omegas while only slightly uplifting them.

But Chōsō takes the basics so that he’s got a foot to stand on when taking care of Esō's and his omegan needs. And of course he made mistakes along the way, and at first he’s hard on himself when it comes to forgiveness.

Esō likes to nest with minimalistic things, even though he’s somewhat forced too since the brothers don’t have much to begin with. Esō also isn’t a perfectionist when it comes to his nest. He just wants one or two items that belong to his brothers and somewhere comfortable. He’s not big on constant need of physical touch, something he snapped at Chōsō for when he tried to coddle him a little too much. He does however like to wear bracelets that have Chōsō and Kechizu’s scent on them. It’s something he never likes to take off unless they need to be rescented. Those bracelets keep him happy just as much as being in his brother’s presence.

But finally onto alphas…

Alphas seemingly have too much power. They’re viewed as dominant, aggressive, and almost as gods, and the superior beings of the world. Like omegas they have heats, but they’re called ruts.

But once again, Chōsō goes off what he sees amongst Getō, Jōgo, himself, and people outside.

Chōsō has yet to really lose his senses, unless it comes to his family. But he’s not possessive of anything, outwardly aggressive, and he doesn’t even look like a typical alpha, something Jōgo mumbled about once with Mahito also agreeing halfheartedly.

Chōsō also doesn’t bother to assert himself when it comes to Jōgo or Getō.

Jōgo every now and then tries it, but Getō asserts himself elegantly without doing much effort, and he mocks Jōgo when he fails.

There’s also a big aspect on sexual urges and he himself hasn’t crossed that path and neither has his brothers.

Even when he accidentally walked in on Mahito cackling about the porn he was watching- although the obscene noises startled him- it overall did nothing to him.

Briefly he does wonder if something is wrong with him, but in the end he doesn’t care enough. He appreciates that he doesn’t have to deal with it because it’ll just get in his way.

Chōsō believes he has a decent understanding of all the dynamics, but he has no interest in telling anyone how they should behave. It’s not his place and he sees no point in it.

People watching has helped, but soon it starts to take a toll on him. Looking at the humans… He has no hatred towards them, but looking at them constantly reminds him how his other siblings will not be welcomed. Only he can walk around without much problem, and that sucks.

So eventually he stops going out so much, keeping himself at the hideout and leaving only when necessary.

He just hopes that following Getō’s plans doesn't come to bite him in the ass later…

But unfortunately the universe isn’t so kind to him. While playing a silly little board game with the other residents, Chōsō feels like his heart was being gripped so tight while simultaneously being slowly torn apart and beating rapidly, his mind flashing with images. He ignores Mahito’s whining and barely even moved to respond to Getō when he asked if he was okay.

“Both… Both of my brothers just died,” he says, his voice heavy. His scent is sour and oozing from him, causing Mahito to complain more before he’s distracted by something Getō says.

Chōsō breaks through the static when he feels Getō’s hand on his shoulder, gazing at him with a slight look of sympathy. The game board was already cleared up and everyone else was gone, leaving them alone.

“Let’s go retrieve their bodies,” Getō orders lightly.

Chōsō blinks at him, a little stunned he’s willing to even do that for him. He just nods, his throat thick with saliva. Or maybe it’s bile.

As they walk together Getō never once walks ahead, just remains at Chōsō’s side. His scent wraps around him as if to comfort him, and he still doesn’t know what to make of it, but it does keep him grounded and… It feels nice.

But surely he’s not trying to act like a father to him. Getō’s not soft either.

Chōsō pushes it aside for now the moment he sees his dead brothers laid up next to one another. That’s when the tears suddenly came.

Tears continuously drip down his pale cheeks, never ceasing even as he tries to swipe them away. He falls to his knees and hugs their bloodied bodies into him, sobbing and begging for their forgiveness for not being there and saving them.

He felt their fear and it was sickening. He felt everything up until they took their last breaths.

Chōsō whimpers that he’ll avenge them. He’ll slaughter Yūji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki for what they’ve done.

Getō watches with a soft expression, his lips quirked just slightly with wicked twinkle in his eyes. He reaches over to lightly ruffle Chōsō’s head, comforting him and letting him grieve.

After properly burying his brothers, Chōsō started caring less and less about the plain, the only thing truly fueling him being revenge.

So during the fight with Gojō Satoru in the Shibuya subway he hardly put much effort into it, letting Jōgo and Hanami take the lead and do the heavy lifting.

From Getō, Chōsō has been made aware just how strong he is, and Chōsō has no wish to die by his hands. His quarrel is not with him and he doesn’t want Gojō to be in his way.

Especially not when he’s so close to his brothers’ killers.

Just when Chōsō can find himself falling asleep due to sheer boredom and from his legitimate lack of sleep, a sudden scent wafts in the air and punches him straight in the lungs, his pupils slowly widening. There’s a sudden electricity running through his veins and he’s become alert, head swiveling around.

It’s a scent so alluring and it floats around the subway, slowly becoming stronger, and standing out amongst the gore and sour rot. It comes closer until his head is snapped to the side, a foot quite literally snapping him out of it.

Chōsō grunts as he crashes to the ground, and when he looks at his attacker he’s once again stupefied.

“This right here is Gojō Satoru’s sibling. A special grade just like him. Do be careful if you happen to cross paths,” Getō warns before slipping the photo back into his pocket.

Chōsō only grunts, his disinterested eyes moving off to the side.

The air around them is almost electric and soon enough the light overhead bursts, but neither flinch.

Chōsō assumes it’s the youngest Gojō’s technique, but he’s not certain, nor does he dwell on it for long, his brain becoming inebriated from the scent.

Neither move and the once fierce expression on the other’s face slowly morphs into one of trepidation, scent souring and causing him such great discomfort that he lets out a timorous whine he couldn’t withhold.

Chōsō’s skin suddenly becomes hot, tingling all throughout his limbs, and something stirs to life deep within himself.

Those pretty eyes still have him locked in place before they’re gone within a blink of an eye.

“Satoru!”

The ever thinning bit of control he has is snapping thread by thread, and he’s down to the last few strings.

“Y/N, for once just listen to me and get the hell out of here! Go warn the others, I’ll be fine!”

Dark purple eyes watch as Gojō Y/N struggles for a moment before unwillingly turning tail to leave the scene, effortlessly blasting away any trouble that stood in the way. Chōsō was surprised that Getō even allowed it to happen.

But that’s beside the point. The moment the younger Gojō disappeared, Chōsō felt like everything was going to collapse around him, his mind struggling to stay coherent and rational, his scent unknowingly stinking up the room.

Find Gojō Y/N and cage the sorcerer in his arms.

‘Follow the scent, take Gojō Y/N, keep safe. Don’t let Y/N die like I let my brothers die.’

Despite wanting to give chase, the small, single strand of sanity left in him told him not to do such a thing. He’d be what he’d criticized other Alphas for. He may be half curse but he’s no insatiable animal.

“Woah,” he heard Mahito remark. “Looks like we’ve got a problem. Chōsō seems to have finally hit his rut! Talk about bad timing!”

‘Rut? This is what a rut feels like..?’

“Is that so?” Getō croons, with a wicked look of delight. He studies Chōsō’s panting figure before taking a peek back at a shaken Satoru.

“Pfft, it was all because of Gojō Y/N! That’s hilarious! Are you a masochist, Chōsō since you’re getting all excited from a kick to the face? Priceless!” Mahito giggles.

Chōsō can see Satoru begin to struggle even more despite it being futile, he’s bound up so tight and soon going to be swallowed into the prison realm. He’s snarling furiously and his feet even manage to crack a few tiles underneath him, but Chōsō can tell from his panting there’s a bit of panic.

For a moment Chōsō can get him. His family is possibly in danger and he can do nothing but struggle.

He’s mildly offended though since the last thing he wants to do is hurt the ones he’s drawn to. But he understands so he doesn’t take it to heart.

Chōsō’s attention soon goes back to Getō who throws his head back, laughter spilling his lips. “Oh, this is unexpected!”

The laughter only pisses Satoru off and excites Mahito. And meanwhile Chōsō is left with anticipation along with the others.

After his fit of laughter Getō hums with amusement and turns to look at Chōsō, smiling oh so sweetly with an evil twinkle in his eyes. “Well, go on then, Chōsō.”

Chōsō blinks, hearing his own ragged breathing and the permission granted from Getō.

“Go on and hunt Y/N down if you wish. It’s a shame I couldn’t capture them both, but this can work just as well if you capture—.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Satoru practically howls, nearly foaming at the mouth.

But Getō ignores him, still staring daggers into Chōsō’s eyes. “Go, Chōsō. Take what’s yours.”

Chōsō feels disgust bubbling in his gut at his words, feeling that the ravenette meant something more sinister when he told him that. But he takes this chance and runs, wanting to find the person that triggered his rut and hope the ache goes away. He also hopes he can keep himself together.

You sprint like you never have before, the wind smacking your face and your lungs beginning to burn. Your heartbeat is like thunderous drums and the air doesn’t seem breathable to you.

That scent.

The scent of elderberries, a pinch of spice, and a touch of blood…

It’s imprinted in your mind no matter how much you try to forget it.

There’s just no way that he’s your fated one.

The universe truly likes to play wicked games…

What’s worse is that it seems like your meeting has brought upon his rut. You just hope to god that your cycle won’t come about from this.

You always take your medication, never missing a beat, but when alphas and omegas typically meet their fated pair or pairs it sometimes doesn’t matter, a cycle may or may not occur.

The best case for you obviously is that if you do hit your cycle, it comes after the battle. If you’re still alive anyways..

So you keep your fingers crossed and push it aside, trying to find the nearest group around.

And thankfully it’s Nanami’s you run into.

Just as you’re about to break the news you’re swiftly cut off by Yūji bellowing out that your brother has been sealed from atop a building.

It makes your chest ache at the news.

“Yeah… S’what I wanted to say,” you pant.

“There’s still hope since we have you here,” Nanami soothes while striding up to you, keeping calm and collected as he typically did.

“There’s just one more problem..”

“And that is?”

“I… I ran into an alpha who’s in a rut,” you explain, leaving out the crucial detail so as to not embarrass yourself. “And he may or may not be coming after me. I didn’t stop to check because Satoru really wanted me out of there,” you continue before gasping, a familiar face appearing in your mind.

“Oh shit! Kento, I just remembered! Suguru— no .. Someone wearing his face is the one behind this.”

Nanami’s eyes widen just a tad and a heavy sigh leaves him. Ino and Megumi both also become alarmed in various degrees.

“That truly is a problem for us all… Here.” The blond alpha rubs his wrist glands against the ones at your neck, dousing you in his comforting scent and slowly muting out yours.

Megumi even comes over and rubs his and your wrists together, not saying a word and not meeting your appreciative stare.

Meanwhile, Yūji is still yodeling.

“Thanks, Gumi. Go ahead and get Yuji,” you tell him softly, ruffling the young alpha’s spiky hair.

The teenager only nods before heading off to get to his friend.

Ino comes over and slings an arm around you for support and to subtly put his own scent on you while Nanami’s nose twitches a few times.

“Your scent should be muted enough, and I’m sure blood and sweat will cover it even more so you should be okay.”

“Thanks, you guys didn’t have to,” you murmur with a weak smile, anxiety still nipping at your heels.

“What did he look like,” asks the blond as you three head up to meet Yuji.

“Dude looks like he’s on death’s doorstep. Like sickly pale looking, dark bags under his eyes, cute spiky space buns, and he’s wearing mostly white and got a purple vest.”

He hums. “Noted. Try to stay with someone if you can.”

You nod. Simple enough but not completely possible.

And as expected you were practically everywhere in Shibuya as the battle ensued, curses swarming the city and people that’s still within the veil being in danger.

You do your best to keep everyone safe, especially the kids, but when the ground underneath you suddenly gets sliced along with a street sign, you throw yourself down the subway where Yūji went not too long ago, slaughtering curses that stood in your way

The underground transit is in complete disarray. Broken glass, walls dented and crumblings, electrical wiring exposed and popping, and blood splattered almost everywhere like it was some art project and the blood is red paint.

Suddenly a wall that connected from the bathroom crumbles away slightly, revealing a bit of pink hair peeking from the other side.

Your feet are already moving, Yūji’s name nearly falling from your lips as dread grips you tight and unforgivingly.

And there’s that smell again, only this time it’s ten times stronger…

Right as you get inside you see the man from before standing over Yūji’s body seemingly about to deliver the killing blow.

Fated person or not, no one was going to hurt the people you care about.

So with your technique you manipulate the water spurting out from the pipes and use it to lock onto the man’s throat, and with an aggravated cry you swing him around and throw him through the wall he made Yuji hit, feeling an immense amount of satisfaction from the pained cry he made.

With him being spat out on the other side seemingly laid out for now and away from Yūji, you rush to cradle the young omega’s bloodied body, fretting over him and trying to figure out how to deal with his shoulder.

You don’t have much to help him and you snap at Sukana to do something, but the bastard for once doesn’t have anything smart to say, the boy still unconscious and bleeding. You pick him up and rush out of the bathroom when a voice stops you in your tracks.

“W-Wait… Please don’t… Don’t go…”

A mixture of anger, stress, and touch of guilt form a cocktail in your gut at his wheezing, panic filled voice.

You hear him dragging his body desperately amongst the rubble to try and get to you.

“You must got a few loose screws in that head of yours,” you spit, turning to look at him.

“N-No, please I—! I had no idea he’s my brother!” he coughs, his pale lips stained with blood.

Your stiffen, your grip on the wounded boy tightening slightly. Either he’s really lost it , or… No, he’s definitely lost it.

“Please I—.”

“ I can’t help you ,” you force out. “Especially when you’re currently the enemy .” And with that, you force your feet to move, leaving him behind.

And Chōsō only watches you with a helpless expression, tears stinging his eyes and a pained noise leaving him as he gives up…

[banzaitaka]

Started writing part two of THIS

Mahito and m!child reader- where reader goes up to Mahito and gives them a flower, saying Mahito is pretty?

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A-d-o-r-a-b-l-e

But this is Mahito, so no 100% fluff

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I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Mahito x male! reader

Pretty stranger

Crowds were nothing new in the city streets. People rushing by on the way to work, trying to catch the next train, browsing through shops...the list could go on and on and on. But that would become boring, wouldn't it?

A certain curse definitely thought so.

It was always the same routine, and yet he came back in hopes of finding a gem. Someone fun to toy with while experimenting with his powers. Unfortunately, though, he gazed down from the edge of a rooftop he was sitting on, bored out of his mind.

"Man, I should probably change locations...huh?"

As the curse moved to stand up, he caught a glimpse of (Y/EC) eyes, staring right back at him. He paused his movements, taking another few seconds to stare down at the human child. To confirm the boy was indeed looking at him, though it was pretty obvious, Mahito gave him a quick wave and a smile.

To his amusement, the child's eyes widened, quickly raising his little hand to wave back up at the curse, a bright smile of his own on his face. But before Mahito could play this out any further, the child went into the building he was standing infront of. By the sound of it, he was shouting for his father.

Seems like Mahito found an interesting one at last.

"What is it, (Y/N)?", the child's father asked, chuckling, as he finished up another bouquet of roses and put it at its place on display. (Y/N) bobbed up and down on his feet, "There is a pretty person on the roof!", ignoring his father's confused expression, the child grabbed the freshly made bouquet and his father by his apron and tried to tug him along.

"A pretty person on our roof?", (Y/N)'s parent came through the back door, "Papa has work to do, I'll come with you, okay?" The child nodded furiously, "Come, come, come, moddy!" Both ignored the man's complaint about the flower bouquet.

Mahito watched (Y/N) and his parent exit the flower shop, hand in hand, from the alleyway at said shop. Lazily, poking his head out from behind the wall. Mismatched eyes were focused on the human child, seeing how he sulked upon realising Mahito was no longer on the roof.

"I saw someone, I swear!"

"It's okay, darling, but I have to go back inside if there is no one here."

With that (Y/N) stood there alone, still staring up to the roof. All in hopes of seeing that pretty person again.

Mahito quietly chuckled to himself. This certainly never happened before. And he had to say, he was quite enjoying this type of attention for a change. So he decided to bask in it a little more before anything else.

"Hello there, little one!", he greeted the child with a joyful voice. Once seeing the stranger's silver hair in the corner of his eyes, (Y/N) turned his head. His eyes immediately started to sparkle, "Hello!", he giggled happily and waddled towards the curse, completely oblivious to the fact how dangerous he actually was.

He only saw beautiful, long, silver hair, gorgeus mismatched eyes, cool looking marks and equally cool looking clothes. Not a sign of the ruthless murderer he actually was. And he didn't need to know. That would simply ruin the fun.

Mahito crouched down to look (Y/N) in the eyes properly, and fuel his friendly stranger look a bit more, "My, don't you have some pretty flowers there!" (Y/N) nodded and held them out to Mahito, "They're for you! Cause you're really, really pretty!"

This took the curse by surprise, visible by how he froze up for a moment. He took the flower bouquet from the kid with a smile, "Oh, thank youuu, that's so nice of you. No one ever called me pretty before." "Whaaat? Why not? You're like- the most prettiest person I've ever seen! Next to my moddy of course. Don't tell them I said that.", his voice dropped to a cute whisper, adding a little giggle at the end of his sentence.

Mahito smiled, what seemed like, a fond smile, "My lips are sealed.", he patted the boy's head, "But only if you keep one of my secrets too." Seeing the (Y/HC)-haired widen his eyes with a slow nod only fueld the curse's excitement. This time he would play a different game.

"I'm your imaginary friend."

[yanderemommabean]

Drider Mahito please mama I am begging on my hands and knees

The spider crawls forward, humming and tilting his head as he examines a few spots of his surroundings. A small bush here, a skittering critter over there, and of course a terrified bounding deer that’s trying to avoid the fate of the current one dangling and bleeding in the creature's mouth. 

He’s so excited,the electricity thrumming over his skin. He wants to catch as many meals as he can, he’s sure if he catches the most then things will go just as planned! 

Mahito was positive that all he needed to do was show he could hunt, gather, and track to be able to win your heart. He’s kept an eye on you for about a month now, watched you celebrate a holiday here and there, and was just in awe. You’re so intriguing. Most humans have boring and too bland of a life for him to care for, but you…You have a way about you. The way you carry yourself, the way you stand up to people despite their rank in your nest, the way you favor one thing yet despise another. 

He wonders if you’re the kind to appreciate the beauties of eating one's family members. He could scoop up that pesky relative who questions too much, you seem to have an ire of sorts towards them. 

Ah, maybe as a first courting sort of gift. For now he has to at least get his feet in the door! 

Maybe you’d like that street cat as well? You cuddle the other ones though…mmm…No, best to leave it be. You humans have weird ways to show some creatures affection, and others horror and disdain. 

Though, he supposes that's every creature. 

Trudging around in the trees, he hums a small tune and waves to the other Driders and Nagas, finding their meals and their bones to chew on. Some wave with a smile, others move on with their eyes down or a soured look on their faces. 

They’re smart. They see the markings that Mahito bears and know to stay a good distance. He has a reputation for mauling and using his venom just because some dare to look him in the eye. But that doesn't mean he’s a monster! What? He can’t have fun and play around?! 

A crackle of leaves and twins makes everyone alert, and a wide, almost manic smile grows on Mahitos face. It's you! That scent, that heart beat, the heat he can see on your flesh-It’s you! Oh he can't wait! He can’t wait! 

He scurries forward, blood and meat dripping down his chin and chest as he hurries toward you, pupils wide and wild as he manages to pinpoint exactly where you are. Ah! Now that he’s this close, he’s suddenly nervous! 

But you look so pretty, so delicate, so easy to break and eat and devour if you were more of his prey….

Thankfully you’re his mate! Or, well, you will be! See, he isn’t keen on being told no to something he desperately wants. Be it food, territory, or a way to be with you every single day for the rest of his life. 

You’ll accept, you’ll come home with him, learn his name and learn to stay inside at all times when he isn’t beside you. You’ll kiss and laugh and you’ll tell him how much you love him, how he’s such a good boy for you, how he’s such a hard working hunter who deserves your attention and love and- 

He’s so lost in his excitement he doesn't hear the horrified screams you make as he drops the raw meat and bones at your feet. He just grins, a large tongue coming to swipe at his blood stained teeth as he waits like a dog for your answer and your praise. Surely you see how hard he’s worked on this right?! 

Oh…you’re…scurrying away again? 

Well that’s rather ungrateful don’t you think? 

After everything he’s done? 

His expression sours, but he doesn’t let you get away as he easily gets ahead of you, lifting you up with ease as you dangle in his grasp, begging for your life and terrified of the creature holding your life in his hands, literally. 

“Insolent little wretch. I swear. I did all of this and you’re just going to turn away?!” he hisses, teeth coming close to nipping your skin as you feel your heart seize in your chest. Your voice, quivering and weak, speaks out as he dangles you higher, wanting to see the fear in your eyes for denying him your courtship. 

“Please don’t kill me”. What? What the fuck are you talking about?! Why would you assume-

It clicks. You see him as a predator on the hunt rather than a mate to be loved by. Huh. How did you ever come to that conclusion? It’s like you think he’d eat your bone marrow or something! 

Then there’s a simple solution to this! He just holds you in his hand, tight and firm, carrying you and your wriggling body away to the dark edges of his territory as he explains how he’ll prove himself. 

It’s easy! You just have to let him show you how much he wants you! Well, it's more of a need at this point. He went feral just thinking of you with some other mate, human or not. And if those Naga's want their tails intact they’ll know to keep their distance.

-Mommabean (I hope you enjoyed!)

[gingeralecranberry]

PROLOGUE

𝟐-𝟎 ; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 " 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 "

AND I’VE DONE IT ALL AGAIN

☺︎ cw:

mentions of death, snakes, mentions of snakes, yaga 🙂‍↕️

Masamichi Yaga. Grade 1 sorcerer, fledgling teacher.

He hadn't been on a mission in a long time, too busy settling into his new job. Of course, he should've been grateful his superiors gave him a grace period at all. The shortage of sorcerers didn't affect the demand for their services. Whether he was in front of a chalkboard or a horrifying amalgam of nightmares, humans would feel their negative emotions. Those emotions would fester. Curses would keep being born and the godforsaken cycle would go on. He knew he'd be returning to the frontlines sooner rather than later.

Still, reclining against the beige leather seats of the Black Sedan, his mind kept recounting the details of the assignment like a mantra. Reports suggested the presence of a grade 1 curse, large, menacing, but most importantly, dangerous.

They'd only really caught a glimpse of the slippery beast from afar. Estimated to be approximately 30 feet in length and an ugly brown, it resembled a three-headed cobra with cracked, spotty scales and slimy skin. Worse yet, the underside of the cobra's hood was dotted with all-consuming, beady, black eyes that looked like mini blackholes boring through cursed flesh. The entity had been reported and registered a few days prior. At the time, there weren't any qualified sorcerers available to exorcize it.

At least, there hadn't been until now.

Brushing his thumb curiously across the unkempty stubble on his chin, he watched the scenery of Okinawa roll past the window. Unfurling like a pop-up storybook, the rural countryside this close to the shore was gorgeous. Clear, sun-bleached skies sparsely brushed with the dreamiest clouds. Greenery lay tranquil across the soil like a warm blanket, occasionally swaying in the wing. Solemnly, he noted even the happiest places on earth weren't completely free from curses.

"Yaga? Are you listening?"

"Sorry."

With his thoughts interrupted, he turned his attention back to the car he was in. It was extremely clean, polished leather gleaming and the freshly vacuumed floors soft underneath the sole of his shoe. Still, it reminded him too much of a showroom; empty, only temporarily idyllic.

The supervisor, a young brunette with sunburnt skin and a decently stocky build, only shrugged at him in response. "Eh, I get it. I'm used to sorcerers ignoring me most of the time anyways."

Yage shook his head, recollecting his focus on the back of the driver's leather jacket. "No, I'm sure it was important. I'm listening now."

Manato Inoue, his supervisor, seemed to brighten up, "Just some basic mission details, you didn't miss much." His left-hand haphazardly slapped his turn signal, "The curse was actually born a few miles away from where it is right now. Weird right?" The older man in the car grunted in response. "Well, even weirder, when it managed to get out into a more populated area, it didn't attack anyone. Eventually, after a day or so of observation, it became a low priority case."

"..."

Unbothered by his passenger's silence, he continued, "Then, out of the blue, it just kinda... I don't know, snapped?"

"...snapped?"

"Yeah, it's a tragedy really, from what I heard, the running theory is that the curse has some kind of trigger," once again the quiet 'click!' of the turn signal locking back into place toyed with the silence in the air. "It struck in a residential area, small family lived there. It's confirmed the father is dead, he was found on the front lawn and his wife was a few feet away on the porch. The youngest is presumed dead, too. So far, we only have hope for the oldest son."

Yaga nodded thoughtfully, "He was at school, right?"

Inoue hummed, eyes trained on the path in front of him. The asphalt road was starting to thin, smooth material replaced with the rough grain of gravel on his wheels. The further they drove, the narrower the path became. "He hasn't been seen at home today, we're hoping he went to a friend's house to study or something."

"Poor kid, Okinawa schools were going to close for summer soon."

"Correct," the car jumped as one of the front wheels rolled over a particularly large bump, "That's why we're hoping he left to study, he's probably got a lot of tests lined up and ready."

"Thank you, Inoue," Yaga mumbled, "The heads-up is much appreciated."

The older man caught a glimpse of the driver's cheeky grin and lax disposition in the rearview mirror, "Hey, don't thank me, you're the one that's about to risk your life."

"Still," Yaga insisted, "I'll be a lot more prepared this way. You could be saving my neck."

"Hey now," the supervisor countered, "don't get sentimental on me!" His lips parted to reveal a much more flustered smile. He cleared his throat, "The house is just around the corner, it's about time you put your game face on, get in the zone or what have you. If you die, I won't have anyone to talk to anymore."

The car turned off the gravel path, worn dirt tracks the only sign anybody had gone the same way beforehand. The men were faced with a seemingly endless menagerie of flora, thick and woven together like a barrier.

"That's... weird. I don't remember any details like that from the report."

Still, realizing the car had little to no chance of threading the needle and making it through the shrubbery, Inoue slowed to a stop a few meters away from the web of plants.

Upon closer inspection, the twist and tangle of the branches was anything but natural. They molded into one another, fusing trees and continuing to grow into one giant misshapen lump. The leaves didn't add much to the barricade, maybe decoration. Largely, the construct consisted of uncanny angles and ugly interlocking.

Already, Yaga could feel something bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Something was horribly wrong.

Inoue, on the other hand, exited the car without hesitation, heading for the trunk of his trusty Sedan.

With a healthy dose of trepidation, Yaga began to follow suit. Prying himself from the comfort and safety of the vehicle, it felt like he'd gotten a brick thrown straight at his sternum. Almost immediately, he could feel his lungs squeeze, shriveling up as he struggled to intake air. His heart jumped into his throat, bobbing up and down his neck. The air was musky, ripe with cursed energy. Despite his own rather large reserves of cursed energy, the sheer density of the concentration sent his thoughts spiraling away with the abysmal fog.

"-aga, Yaga!"

He jumped, finally coming around after his supervisor's large, calloused hand landed squarely on his shoulder.

"Geez, you're really out of it today," Elbowing him in the side, Manato tacked on a sarcastic remark to try and lighten the mood, "You need to get out of your office more, you look like you're losing it."

With the muck clouding his senses beginning to retreat to the edges of his vision, he assessed the situation at hand. Quickly, he noted the horde of cursed corpses bundled up in his chauffer's arms. His eyes landed on one in particular. Cathy, a round mint green stuffed animal. The top of her head was peculiarly bald, framed with a blue fuzz. Yaga flicked his fingers, watching as his creations began to stir.

Inoue hummed, letting the various strange looking dolls crawl out of his arms, "Well, are you ready?"

Yaga glanced back at the opening, hoping to snatch a glance at the house hidden within. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Like a switch had flipped, the other man wiped the carefree smile off his face and retired his normally laidback attitude. Closing his eyes, two fingers raised adjacent to his heart, he began to lower the veil.

"Emerge from darkness blacker still, purify that which is impure."

JAZMIN BEAN : FAVORITE TOY

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@angelkazusstuff @ahoeindeedinneed @wutap @mysouleaten

masterlist ☓

[cracked-rose-lenses]

Mahito x Male! Florist! Reader Headcanons

a/n: first post, woohoo!! 🎉 sorry if these are chaotic asf

you two met in your cozy little shop, tucked between a bookstore and a cafe

when Mahito first saw you arranging bouquets and watering hanging plants, he was shooketh

not just because you’re so handsome, but because…what was this feeling? was he going to throw up? why didn’t he want to devour this human on sight?

curses don’t reproduce with each other, so i doubt they have any concept of attraction because they don’t really have a need for it?

after that first “encounter” Mahito obviously tells bestie wingman Geto about his confusing feelings

Geto laughs and explains to him what love is, platonic v.s romantic, all that jazz

Mahito barely gets it-

and so our baby boy develops his first crush at age several thousand years: you!

He def visits your shop every day, open or not and just deadass stares at you 😭 like close your mouth dude, your acid drool is melting the cacti 

but little did he know, you could see him!

of course, you were creeped out at first, especially with his appearance, but one day, you simply ask him if you can help him

this man basically jumps to heaven and back cuz WHAT THE FUCK HE CAN SEE ME OH SHIT

overall, you two meeting sparks Mahito’s high-schooler-scared-to-talk-to-their-crush side, but honestly? He likes the feeling of a new emotion

OKAY NOW LET’S GET TO Y’ALL’S DATING LIFE

👏clingy👏as👏fuck

will have you in a death grip (almost literally oop) when cuddling, and if you somehow manage to wriggle out to go to the bathroom, be prepared for this man jumpscaring you with an adorable pout and whiny complaining

speaking of cuddles 👀

i feel like he’d try to be the big spoon, but then one day he just falls into your arms after a bad time and just becomes little spoon ever since

neck worship. not just hickies, he just nuzzles into it, kisses it, just rests there, you name it!

(he likes it because he can feel your pulse and it comforts him knowing you’re alive and well aww bby)

will only let you so much as graze his hair if you PROMISE not to mess it up!

oop nearly forgot:

you make bouquets especially for him and tell him the meanings of each flower <3

he tears up

(get your men flowers y’all, boys want flowers too)

MATCHING FLOWER CROWNS I’M SCREAMING

he tries to help out around the shop but accidentally kills some plants with his energy and gets so freaking sad

you legit have to hug him and pat his head like a little boy while he thinks he ruined your career :((

overall, 11/10 recommend, get yourself a Mahito at your local *insert store name* today!

please reblog if you enjoyed, love <3

[sleep-0-deprived]

Can I request Mahito getting fucked by jujutsu sorcerer reader? People hate mahito so much but I love him, he my pookie :3

Pride

Bottom Mahito x Top male reader

18 + only (I hope you like it I have never written a top male reader but I really like the idea :D)

Mahito was a man of many talents and he was aware of that if there was any words that could be used to describe him it would be cocky or “very prideful” in every aspect of life he was the one on top well everything except the bedroom. A sharp gasp came from Mahito as you pushed him up against the wall, both of your hands traveled down his sides stopping at his hips “ahah~” mahito whimpered out as you pulled his hips into yours as you grinded into the blue haired male “you like that” you ask as your teeth travel down his neck “yes~” Mahito said breathlessly as you start to suck on his neck leaving dark red marks that are sure to bruise in the morning, you shortly found his sensitive spot when he let out a high pitch moan you wasted no time nibbling and biting down on his neck “fuck ahh~” the male moaned out in pleasure “your doing so good for me baby” you whisper in his ear as your hands travel down his body and under his shirt as you take it off your hands move quickly as you start to grope his chest twisting his nipples you remove your hand from one of Mahito’s nipples soon replacing it with your hot mouth as you suck on his already sensitive nipples “I don’t think I can take it just fuck me already” Mahito said in a needy high pitched voice “be patient” you said taking your hand and mouth off his red swollen nipples, you pick Mahito up and take him and go to yours and his shared room you throw him on the bed as you quickly took off the both of your clothes you crawl on top “get on all fours” you demand, and just like that Mahito quickly got on all fours and grinded his ass into your hips out of desperation for any friction “stop being such a impatient whore or I’ll leave you like this” you said as you slapped his ass “no please I’ll behave I promise the desperate man pleaded” “fine I’ll trust you this once only because you are so well mannered” you say as you grab the lube off the nightstand and quirt it on Mahito’s ass “ngh~” Mahito moaned as you thrusted two fingers in his tight hole “no matter how many times we fuck your still tight” you grunt out, you take the tip of your dick and line it up with Mahito’s hole “ahhh fuck~” the blue haired man moaned out as you bottomed out in him “you feel so good baby” you say as Mahito’s gummy walls clench around you tight, you pull all the way out and slam back in “fuck y/n~” the man moaned out as you hit his prostate dead on “your doing so good for me baby boy” you grunt as you take one hand off Mahito’s hips to stroke his member “so good fuck~” Mahito moaned out as you stroke him at the same time as you fucked the smaller male “I’m close” Mahito moaned out as you picked up the pace pounding his ass until his slutty hole burned “fuck~” the blue haired man screamed in pleasure as he came on the bed sheets, you continued to fuck his prostate still chasing your own high “I’m close baby” you grunted as you you thrusted one last time cumming in his hole feeling the curse up with your hot seed.