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JJK men and what MBTI would be their ideal partner
A/N: This is merely my own opinion based on headcanons and their canon relationships/friendships so pls don't shoot me ;-; fem version is here
Saturo Gojo: INTJ, INTP, ISTJ
Suguru Geto: ENTP, ENFP, ESTP
Nanami Kento: ISFJ, ESFJ, ISTJ
Choso Kamo: INFP, ISFP, ENFP
Mahito: INFJ, INTJ, INTP
Kenjaku: ENTJ, INTJ, ESTJ
Aoi Todo: ESFP, ESFJ, ENFJ
Naoya Zen'in: ISTP, INTP, INTJ
Toji Fushiguro: INFP, INFJ, ISFJ
Shiu Kong: INTP, ISTP, ISTJ
Takuma Ino: INFP, ISFP, ISFJ
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Texting the jjk men
"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"
Warning fluff *wink wink* 😍
Thought I'll do this since I'm leaving tomorrow
And idk if I'll get signal over there so enjoy :)
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Stop looking at me with those eyes!! JJK Pt l | Pt ll | Pt lll
Characters: Sukuna, Mahito, Kenjaku, Choso.
Warnings: YANDERE. Minors DNI. Due to the nature of said characters I will classify this as yandere/ darkfic. Soft(?) Gore mentions.
(A.N:I don't know what you did to get these men's attention, but good fucking luck, lol)
Love is what they this, this lesser thing beings pursue for some semblance of worth, importance. A liability, and a weakness that {Sukuna} doesn't have. But he supposes that is love by human standards. Curses fare no better. He will not debate whether curses can love or not, he does not exist to either, and he will hold himself to no standards but his own.
You are soft and sweet in his arms, and he enjoys that. Your sounds please him, whether in pleasure or pain. He savors the taste of your blood on his tongue. He wants to rip you to shreds, but he holds himself back. It will be too troublesome to find someone good enough to replace you.
So he supposes that he loves you, in his own way. The only way that matters.
He admits that he greatly enjoys the way you look at him. Your eyes shine, and while mortal means of wealth never enticed him, these are the only jewels he wants to hold in his hands.
"Stop looking at me with those eyes."
You're held up against his side, cradled in one pair of arms, bloody and tired and limp. He is not quite sated after his latest binge, and so he holds you; the remains are scattered around you both, twitching and shivering in the open air. Much like you are, you have to stop that–Predator instincts demand he sinks his teeth into you. Your flesh is a delicacy that he knows well.
But your sweet eyes– so wide and tinged with horror, are alive and bright, like lanterns cutting through the dark mist of night. So pretty. What would he do without them?
"Stop looking at me like that pet, or I'll pluck your eyes out again, like the pretty jewels they are." They were soft and veiny in his mouth, popping like gushers. Reverse cursed technique keeps you in one piece.
As if to taunt him, your eyes gleam brighter with your tears, and his hands twitch around you.
He must always catch himself. Sometimes he doesn't. He wants to keep going, keep going further and further till you're nothing more than viscera, blood in his mouth. Until the pain turns you into a curse, held above them all, just like he is. It would be better for you. It would be better for him.
But, no, not yet. He enjoys your human softness. He deserves it.
"Oh dearest." Your tears fall out unbidden, and he sighs, brings you up to his face, and licks the tracks they run down your face. Sweet, just like the rest of you.
You will stay here forevermore. You will never belong to anyone else, much less yourself.
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{Mahito} is a creature born from every nasty thing humanity has ever felt or thought or done. A maelstrom, a calamity. Not a catastrophy. He is still happening after all.
Love is twisted for him, it's a thing of malcontent for him. In fact, it's one of the main things that made him up. A lover's anger at a cheating partner, vicious joy at their pain, the satisfaction of a lover's vengeance. The soft vindictiveness that comes after, when you pick up the pieces and put them back together again. It twists and quivers up in the light, and Mahito offers it all to you with a smile and horrid gleam in his dual colored eyes.
"Stop….stop looking at me with those eyes." You can barely whisper. There is a weight in your chest. Mahito quirks his head, a mockery of innocence, and doesn't even pout to make light of the situation, like he usually does.
Maybe its because he's never gone this far before. His pupils are blown out, leaving hardly any color, and they don't leave you. It scares you. He is smiling, he has been smiling this entire time, and you hate that smile. It has never been a good thing.
"Do I scare you?"
You keep quiet. Because you can't think, and you know better to blurt out the first thing in your head.
Yes, yes, you do. You know you do. And I know you like that.
"Your soul is finally trembling back into place." He hums, trailing his hands along your prone form, and you can't help the little whimper that slips past your clenched teeth. You can't handle it again. But Mahito grins, and squeezes, hard. Like a child with a fresh new toy. You're sure he's leaving bruises. The kindest touch he's given you so far.
"I worried for a moment that I'd have to mish-mash you back together, but you're fine. We're fine."
You are not fine. You are absolutely not fine.
"I tried to be gentle, like you asked me to. I tried to be considerate. But, just, look at you." The shaky exhale of his breath sends your heart racing, and your hands rush over to clamp over his wrists. He lets you.
Your skin is broken and bruised and bleeding. Your head is fuzzy, but panic keeps you alert. Your heart lugs in your chest, heavy and thumping and you feel the blood pound in your ears, it makes you want to tear yourself out open in order to stop the sick rhythm. You are sore, and you can't tell what exactly is broken, or bent out of place, but you're not dead, not this time.
You don't know how many next times you have.
Mahito softly shakes his head, looks down at all your broken and bloody bits. A breathless smile spreads across his face, while his brows furrow in question.
"How am I ever going to replace you?"
You whimper.
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{Kenjaku} has means of helping you 'reincarnate'. He says helping, but really, you don't have a choice in the matter.
He has done this dozens of times, every time he obtains a new body. You are always the first thing he attends to after, your resurrection is priority. He wants your opinion, he says, and your attention, he doesn't. Your love. You're the only one worthy, and interesting, enough of standing by his side. You will remain there.
He smiles at you in this new meat suit, long black hair and smooth skin, a monks ensemble. He sits cross-legged, chin in hand.
"Stop looking at me with those eyes dearest."
"Or what? You'll pluck them out again?" You join him at the low table, if only to glare at him closer. He smiles, almost blissful.
"Not this time, I think this form suits you more than the last. I'd hate to blind you once more."
"I'll kill you one day, Kenjaku." He nods, mockingly.
"They say love is the greatest curse."
"You don't love me." You don't hiss, you don't growl or grit the words out through clenched teeth. Your hatred and malice is a dark, cold thing, settled in the pits of your belly like sediment at the bottom of the deepest ocean. It slips from your lips like the oldest poison.
"We've done this song and dance for centuries. Your morbid curiosity and lust for power is what keeps me here. I'm a pet."
"No love," he reaches over and boops your nose. He has gotten more playful in this body, and it makes you see red. It makes you afraid.
"You're an experiment."
"Like your cursed wombs?"
"No, something more personal." You roll your eyes, and move to serve your own tea. Fuck him.
"And what experiment am I an unwilling participant in, hm? How long it takes to break me?"
"How long it takes for you to love me," he corrects. The lines of the body's scar are shiny pink in the light. You want to tear it bloody.
"Which is one and the same, I suppose."
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{Choso} exists for his brothers, and that is all. That is all he wants and all he feels he was truly made for, and there is no room for anything else.
Anyone else.
Much less you.
"Stop looking at me with…those eyes." He doesn't understand adoration, only duty, and he is unused to the soft rapture in your eyes. It is wasted on a being like him, anyways.
"What eyes?" You droll out, still clearly lost wherever your mind went. He tries not to think where.
"You know what eyes you're making. Stop it." He hates how the softness leaves you, brow tugging down.
"Oh, sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable with all the, um, staring."
"It's not the staring. It's the reason behind it. Your feelings are wasted on me. Place them elsewhere." You don't flinch but your shoulders hunch, and he does not take back his words. They are true and they need to be said. Your feelings are wasted on him.
He just wishes he didn't return them.
"...I can't help the fact that I love you."
"You don't." You can't. You can't.
"Even if you did, it doesn't matter."
"Don't say that. Of course it matters."
"If love ever mattered my brothers and I wouldn't exist. You would understand the situation, and what this means for all of us. Your love is shallow, because you only see that which is in front of you." He sighs, and does not meet your gaze. He doesn't know what you see.
"There is no future for us." And no future that he can secure you.
His…father created him and his brothers on a vicious whim. He will not let you be dragged into that same cruelty.
There's no need to weep. He lets you leave to compose yourself, and doesn't let you take his heart with you.
A half curse, half human thing such as he– half wretched and half tainted blood, all sharp edges and harsh things.
He was not made for love. He was not made for soft things. He was born for tragedy and he will end that way too, and he will comply with his duties as an older brother.
He can not offer you soft things. Even if he dreams of your smiles.
So, please. Stop…looking at him with those eyes.
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Quick thought:
Yandere Mahito (jjk) with an abducted trans!Darling with body dismorphia, not understanding his Darling's Feelings. Humans truly are weird when it comes to their body. So insecure!! His Darling is perfect after all!
Surely, they could just ask him to Change whatever parts they are insecure about, right? Not understanding in the slightest why Darling won't let him touch them after they've seen time and time again what he does to those experiments of his, thinking that they'll be next.
So, mahito wouldn't understand where his Darling is coming from (probably never will) but he tries his best.
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Had this thought some time ago and just couldn't forget it. Mahito with his ability might truly be perfect for a trans!Reader, apart from him absolutely not understanding it or even making fun of it to some extent, Like "Humans surely are weak, can't even change their appearance :D". But apart from the emotional damage and mahito wanting to analyze you and doing the one or other "harmless" experiment on you, you'll probably be fine..
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Yo saw your request were open! If you have the time could you write Mahito x Platonic!Gender Neutral!reader where the reader is a sorcerer but doesn't get rid of mahito despite him being a curse. They just run around and steal stuff like books and snacks or sneak into movies :)
𝑺𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆!
Hello hello! This is an amazing request and I love it so much! I hope you enjoy <33
[Name] couldn't help but cling to the curse. It made them feel guilty for not following the rules of being a sorcerer, but the curse reminded them of their deceased brother. IT had been only a few months after all--and this familiar comfort from the curse helped them cope with the loss.
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"Little Sorcerer~!" Mahito called out, running up to the person with a smile. "I got us some tickets to a movie! Well, got you a ticket for the movie~"
Giggling at his childish and energetic ways, [Name] reached out toward the curse. "Thanks, Mahito-Kun~! I cant wait to watch it with you!"
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[Name] doesn't care if they stole the ticket to the movie. They're just happy to spend time with the male. It made them remember the times with their older brother, bringing a bright smile to their face.
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Laughing at the curse, [Name] couldn't help but mock him. "I won't get caught"
Their voice was high pitched, making Mahito pout childishly at them. "Shut up" He dragged out, sliding down to the floor.
The sorcerer's laughs didn't stop as they clutched the stolen stuffed animal--the fur of the fluffy cow ticking their skin. The grey-haired curse simply smiled, listening to his sibling's laughter made the whole situation worth it.
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[Name] loved to wait for Mahito to get back from stealing something. Whether it was food or a stuffed toy. Not knowing what it was was a thrill, Mahito could bring back anything he wanted. Even a pet, kitten, puppy, anything.
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Rolling thier eyes, the person couldnt help but sigh. Their head rested in thier hand as they tapped their fingers against the floor. Pursing their lips, [Name] narrowed their eyes as they listned.
An echo of a meow filled the tunnel. Snorting, they shook their head in dispalief.
"He brought a kitten back for me." They mumbled, looking at the slowly growing form down the tunnel. "Hes one crazy motherfucker"
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Overall, Mahito as a sibling friend is fun, crazy, and unpredictable. It adds some suspense and adventure to [Name]s life.
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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 | Mahito
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 – 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Mahito sets his sights on a new toy and decides to have some fun.
𖤐 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,697
𖤐 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cunnulingus, Creampies, Vaginal Sex, Predator/Prey, Dubcon, Stalking, Slight Yandere Tendencies from Mahito, Body Horror
𖤐 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one ended up being the longest fic for Kinktober so far, but I'm really proud of it! I've never written for Mahito before, but I enjoyed the challenge.
𖤐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𓇢𓆸 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 – 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐜. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
[𝐅𝐞𝐦. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]
They couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
It was small, at first. A nearly imperceptible itch in the back of their skull, a passing feeling they could simply shrug off as their imagination.
As the weeks passed, that small discomfort grew into full-blown paranoia. No matter where they went, whether they were in a crowd or all alone, all they could feel was eyes.
Eyes
Eyes watching their every movement, branding themselves onto their skin and picking apart their very soul. It made their skin fester and tingle, as if the eyes were buried deep down inside.
Their nails ached with the temptation to dig at their own skin, urging themself to dig the eyes out. The blood caking underneath their nail bed and the sting of fresh wounds had to be better than this suffocating, exposing feeling. Anything had to be better than this.
If they didn't know any better, they would have thought they were going insane. Unfortunately, they did know better. This had to be the work of a Curse.
It could have been a normal stalker, but they knew better. That feeling in their gut was one they had only ever felt when there was a Curse involved.
They were a sorcerer, at least in the technical sense. They could see Curses all their life, but they were never involved in the system and never wanted to be. Their grandmother had told them stories growing up about how many people died in that field, about how they saw you as a weapon first and a person second.
They had been careful to hide their abilities. Not only to keep a low profile, but because they knew regular people rarely treated Shaman with kindness. More often than not, they were treated with suspicion and even outright aggression.
There wasn't a chance they would risk telling anyone about the eyes. They wouldn't understand. They would lock them away in some facility, and contacting a Jujutsu sorcerer was out of the question as well.
They didn't want to be involved with them, and they were far too expensive for their budget. Still, they had to do something. They couldn't live like this forever.
They knew they had to take things into their own hands if they wanted to be free from this Curse.
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The crickets chirped a pleasant melody as they walked along the path, clutching their bag tightly to their chest. Inside were candles and prayer paper. They had never used them before, but the owner at the spiritual shop assured them they would work.
They took a deep breath, attempting to calm their nerves. The air was slightly chilly and smelled pleasantly of petrichor as it had rained earlier. Next to the lit path they walked on was a wooded area. It wasn't very large, but it was dark.
This was one of the few times they didn't feel the eyes on them. It was rare to get a moment without them, but they were grateful for it. They didn't know what they would do if they had to walk back home all alone with those eyes following them.
"It's not safe to walk alone at night. There could be monsters."
A voice spoke directly into their ear, cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. His voice, for it was unmistakably male, held a certain playfulness about it. Perhaps in any other circumstance, it might have been relaxing, but in this situation, it made her blood turn to ice.
The world seemed to stand still. Even the crickets seemed to fall silent as they stood rooted in their place. They couldn't even bring themself to scream. They just stood there, frozen in terror as a hand squeezed their shoulder.
Then they felt it again – the eyes.
Their head moved on its own, their movements stiff as they almost seemed to disassociate. They finally looked into the very same eyes that had been watching them all this time.
A man stared back at them, if he could even be called that. He had long silver hair and his skin was so pale it reminded her of a corpse. His face was covered in stitching, giving him a patched up appearance.
The worst part by far were his eyes. A mismatched combination of blue and grey, completing his patchwork appearance.
They didn't know how long they stood there looking at each other. It could have been several minutes or only a few seconds. But the Curse just stared back at them, a wide, almost playful smile on his face.
"Who are you?" They finally whispered. Their voice sounded far away.
The Curse seemed to find their question amusing, because he gave a little chuckle. "My name is Mahito. I would ask for your name, but I already know it."
Fight of flight gripped their body, spurring them into action. They turned on their heel, slamming their bag into his face, causing the plastic to rip and scatter an assortment of candles and prayer paper across the pavement.
They didn't stick around to see if it did anything, immediately bolting down the path and towards the woods, hoping they would be able to lose him.
They could hear Mahito laugh and give chase, as if he thought they were simply playing a game of tag.
Blood pounded in their ears as their feet pounded against the ground, sending shocks up their legs and reverberating in her skull. Tears burned their eyes, making it hard to see in the already pitch black woods.
The ground was uneven and slick from rain. They stumbled, crying out as they struggled to keep their footing. In their heart they knew they had no hope of escaping, but they knew they had to try.
They could hear Mahito shriek with laughter not too far from them, screaming words of encouragement as they tried to keep their lead on him. Whatever he was saying, they couldn't hear it over the sound of their own heavy breathing.
They kept running, swatting branches out of the way as they clumsily lurched forward, their body already feeling heavy and cold. Their foot caught the gnarled root of an old tree, sending them sprawling down over the side of a hill and deeper down into the woods.
They barely had time to try and break their fall, let alone to scream. They simply curled up into a ball in an attempt to minimize the damages. Eventually, they rolled to a stop.
Pain enveloped their body like a blanket. They curled up, panting as they tried not to cry. Nothing felt broken, but they were sore and tired.
They wanted so badly to just lay there, to give up. Close their eyes and pretend this was all a bad dream, but their instincts screamed at them to keep moving; Pain was temporary, death was permanent.
Ignoring the ache in their bones, they scrambled to their hands and knees, feet slipping out from under them thanks to the damp leaves. They couldn't even stand before a hand found the back of their neck, pushing them back down against the muddy ground.
A scream poised itself on their tongue, but it was cut short when a hand clamped over their mouth, reducing it to a pitiful whimper.
"I win!"
Mahito leaned over, pressing against them from behind. His grip was surprisingly powerful, effortlessly keeping them in place.
He moved back just enough to flip them around onto their back, forcing them to look up at him. His lips pulled back in a vicious grin when he saw their soul waver. That terrified look painted on their face was just too good. Their eyes wide and puffy as tears streamed down their pretty face, their bottom lip trembling.
"No need to cry about it. No one likes a sore loser," Mahito teased.
He reached up, cupping their cheek in a surprisingly soft gesture, using his thumb to wipe away their tears. They flinched at the contact. His skin was cold to the touch.
"A-are you going to kill me?" They sniffled, voice cracking as they struggled to speak through their tears.
Mahito looked at them, seemingly disappointed. He pouted, asking, "Kill you? Where's the fun in that?"
For a brief moment, he saw their soul strengthen. They seemed cautiously relieved.
They paused, knowing they shouldn't get too carried away. They weren't out of the woods yet.
"Then, are you going to hurt me?"
Mahito seemed to pause at that. The way he studied them, like some strange insect, made their pulse skyrocket.
"Maybe, I haven't decided yet," he admitted. He pulled them up by the front of their shirt, their faces inches apart. "But Geto said I should find a new toy. I've been watching you for a while, and I think you're the one."
They suppressed a whine, their hands pressing against his chest. He felt solid and unmoving. More like a wall than a person. They didn't understand what he was saying or who this 'Geto' person was, but they had a feeling none of what he was saying was good for them.
"Why were you watching me for so long?" They asked, finally building up the courage.
Somewhere in the back of their mind, their fear was replaced with anger and perhaps curiosity. They never thought they were all that interesting, so why would a Curse this powerful go out of his way to study them?
Mahito's eyes sparked with intrigue. He saw the slight change in their soul, fighting the urge to giggle. He knew he found the right one.
"I thought you were interesting, and it seems I was right. I wanted to see how much I could learn. I wanted to see how long I could hold out before showing myself to you."
It was all just some game to him. Weeks of torment, all just because it was interesting to him, or maybe he saw it as some test in self control.
Before they could say anything else, Mahito shoved them back down against the ground, his hands grabbing the hem of their pants as he tugged them down.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" They shrieked.
"I'm getting my reward! I won our game and I held out for a long time. It's only fair that I get something in return," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Typically, Mahito would never do this, but he was curious. Humans always went on and on about how good sex was. It seemed to control their every thought. Even when he asked Geto about it, he said it felt good.
Mahito couldn't deny he was a little intrigued. If even Geto of all people enjoyed it, maybe he should try it out. See what was so fun about it that humans dedicated so much time to participating in it.
He needed to keep them steady. He was inexperienced, but he had asked Geto a lot of questions in preparation. Mahito focused on his Technique, four new arms sprouting up out of his back, extending forward to hold them down by the shoulders and to spread their legs open.
"Hold still for me, 'kay?"
With his hands freed up, he unbuttoned his own pants. He pulled them down, revealing nothing. Just a smooth surface, much like a doll.
They couldn't help but stare. Despite their fear, they were confused and vaguely intrigued. His body seemed to be able to shape and bend at his will. It was fascinating to watch, as much as they hated to admit it. They watched as the skin began to stretch and shape like clay until a large, thick cock was formed.
Mahito gave himself a few test strokes, shivering at the feeling. He seemed intrigued, squeezing the shaft as it began to harden.
"Maybe Geto wasn't entirely wrong about this feeling good . ." He muttered, his fingers twitching as his hips began to buck from the sensation.
One of the arms moved from their shoulder, shaping itself into something similar to the lure of an angler fish, bathing the two of them in light.
They squinted in the light as their eyes adjusted, finally looking up at him and seeing him fully. Despite the additions to his body, he was strangely handsome. He looked very human for a Curse. They wanted to yell at themself for finding their stalker handsome.
Mahito was no different. His eyes raked over her body, admiring it. They were cute – shaking like a leaf, now more from cold than fear, and covered in leaves and dirt. Their bottom was bare and their shirt was lifted just enough to expose their stomach.
He lowered himself down, admiring their exposed cunt. This was the hole Geto had told him to fuck. He used his fingers to spread their folds, staring at the clenching hole as he wondered if he could really fit his new cock inside of such a small space.
Geto told him that they would need to be wet before he tried to put anything inside. It would feel better that way, for himself and for them. He remembered what the man had told him, to use his mouth and fingers.
He moved until his face was buried against their pussy, their thighs wrapped around his head. He swiped his tongue up through their folds, giving it an experimental lick. It didn't taste bad. Earthy and a little salty even. But he decided the best part was the way they gasped and whined at the sudden wet heat.
Mahito grinned, shivering in excitement. It would be so easy to just shove himself in, to hear them scream in pain as he forced himself inside, but he decided he wanted this to feel good for them. It would be far more fun, hearing their whines and complaints turn into begging.
He grabbed onto their hips, his fingers digging into their plush skin as he held them steady. He continued his assault on their pussy, licking and sucking from their hole to their clit, which he had been told was sensitive. He looked up at them, watching closely.
They had their eyes screwed shut, their jaw dropped open as they whined and moaned without wanting to. It felt so good! Too good! Mahito was clearly inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm.
Their sounds were pretty, but Mahito wanted their full attention. He moved one of his hands to their neck. "Look at me," he ordered.
The feeling of his hand on their neck made their heart lurch with fear, but they bit their lip, feeling their clit throb. They opened their teary eyes, giving the Curse what he wanted and staring down at him.
They were absolutely soaked, and the throbbing in their pussy was nearly unbearable. He was only licking up through her petals, his tongue flicking their clit occasionally. They weren't getting nearly enough stimulation.
"P-please. Inside— put it inside!" They whined. They didn't have time to feel shame or embarrassment over the fact that they were whining like a bitch in heat for their tormentor. All they wanted was some release.
Mahito smirked against them, feeling a twinge of accomplishment over having gotten them to beg so quickly. He was thoroughly enjoying this, his new cock twitching and throbbing as he resisted the urge to stroke himself. He focused on them instead, bringing his tongue down to their entrance before pushing it inside.
It was so soft inside. Wet and tight, and he could feel it fluttering around his tongue. He pushed his tongue in further than should be possible, fucking them with it.
Their back arched at the intrusion, the air leaving their body as Mahito finally gave them what they wanted. They reached down, their fingers pulling at his hair as they grinded against his mouth.
Their legs bent as they raised their hips off the ground, moaning shamelessly as they felt his tongue grow larger inside of them, diligently eating them out.
Mahito's eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the flavor of their juices coating his tongue. For as much as he was enjoying hearing them come apart on his tongue, he was getting antsy. His cock was aching and he was losing his patience. He wanted to feel them.
He pulled his tongue out, letting it shrink back to a normal size. A strand of saliva mixed with their juices connected his mouth with their now clenching hole.
They whined at the sudden loss, something that didn't go unnoticed by Mahito.
"Are you really whining?"
Their chest rose and fell as they panted, attempting to catch their breath. "S-shut up. The least you could do is let me finish. You owe me after making my life hell for weeks."
Oh, he definitely liked them. Sorcerers really did have a screw loose.
He leaned over them, a twisted smirk pulling his features. They could see their slick covering his lips and chin.
Without a word, he closed the distance between them, pressing his slickened lips against theirs in a forceful kiss.
Just like before, Mahito was surprised by how much he enjoyed this. He had read it in books and seen it in movies and could never quite understand how humans would enjoy this, but now he understood completely.
He understood when they moaned into his mouth, lips parting to allow him inside, tasting themself on his tongue. He understood when they clung to him, their fingers finding his hair once more and pulling harshly, sending a mix of pain and pleasure down his spine.
Mahito quickly slotted himself between their legs, his hard cock rutting against their stomach. They could feel it, hot and heavy and leaking pre-cum from his swollen, purple tip. He was needy.
Mahito continued kissing them, rutting against them for a few moments longer before moving his hips back. He nudged at their entrance, marveling in the way their cunt seemed to suck his tip in. He teased himself along their entrance before shoving in with a single thrust, starting a brutal pace as he finally started to fuck them.
They screamed against his mouth, pain shooting through their body. Even with how wet they were, and even with Mahito stretching them open, it was still so much!
He grabbed their hair, forcing their head back as he pounded into them, hips snapping frantically as he fucked their clenching hole. He didn't mind that they were scratching at his arms, he was too lost in how good they felt around him.
Mahito wasn't going to last long, but neither were they. He had already gotten them so close before on his tongue and this was Mahito's first time. He was sensitive and worked up, already noticing a tension building in his abdomen.
They were starting to have a hard time breathing, what with Mahito's constant kisses and his brutal pace. They frantically pulled at his hair, relief flooding their system as he pulled away to let their breathe.
Mahito watched as they inhaled sharply, breathing deeply between their moaning and gasping. He lowered his head, choosing instead to keep his mouth busy with their neck. He bit and sucked at the exposed skin, eager to mark them as his own.
He couldn't believe how good this felt. How good they felt. Did humans really walk around with these pleasure toys between their legs all day?
Mahito used to find it stupid that humans were so controlled by sexual desire, but now he thought it was stupid they didn't do this all the time!
They clung tightly to him, drooling as their eyes rolled back into their head. Never had they ever been fucked so hard before. His hips seemed to blur, and every thrust sent them closer to the edge.
He could feel himself begin to come undone as their walls fluttered around him even harder. The way their screams got louder and needier let him know they were close. His balls smacked against their ass, shooting pleasure up his spine.
Just like he did with his tongue, Mahito forced his cock to grow, becoming thicker as he took in the feeling of their tight little pussy sucking him, increasing their pleasure.
Mahito panted, laughing as he felt their velvety walls spasm as they came around his cock, sucking him in even deeper. The feeling was indescribable and it sent Mahito over the edge. He finished, hips stuttering as he began pumping them with an obscene amount of cum.
Mahito hunched over, continuing to thrust through their orgasm. Even when the pleasure turned to pain, he kept moving, thoroughly addicted to the feeling.
"Too much. Stop," they whined beneath him.
Mahito refocused on them, having nearly forgotten they were there. They collapsed in a heap, chest heaving from exhaustion as they pushed at his chest.
Reluctantly, Mahito pulled himself out, his cock now soft as he slipped from their abused hole. He watched his cum spill out, remembering how Geto had encouraged him to finish inside. He said it felt better, and Mahito was inclined to agree.
He stretched, the extra limbs pulling back and melding back into his body. Once finished, he tucked his cock into his pants and began pulling up their pants.
He had gotten what he wanted. A new toy to play with and an answer to his question. He couldn't possibly be in a better mood.
He pulled them up off the ground, holding them to his chest as he plucked a leaf out of their hair. He had to make sure to take good care of them. They were special. They were his.
They didn't even squirm or try to get away. They were far too tired to try and it wouldn't work anyway. Their head fell against his chest, their eyelids drooping from exhaustion.
They were vaguely aware that he had stood up, cradling them in his arms as he effortlessly walked through the woods.
"I'll take good care of you, " Mahito decided, smiling down at their sleepy face as he started his journey back to Dagon's Domain.
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TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, drugging
fem reader
Yanderes who keep you higher than a kite…
You can't even find the door, much less walk over and open it even if you did.
Some yanderes do it simply for the practicality. You become so cute and sweet—harmless little bundle of dopey softness. Happy for munchables and all too pliant when he cuddles you. He could stay with you forever like that—in your matching hoodies. You’ll protest a bit, but not for long—you get too tired and then you even start to like it. Nuzzling into him when he pulls you closer, small moans leaving you like the purrs of a sleepy kitten. That’s when his hand slips down into your panties. And all you do is croon so, so, so softly. You don’t even know what you’re doing anymore, so high you’ve become pure base instincts. Rubbing your ass back against his bulge as he rubs your clit—the two of you in a cozy spoon.
Other yanderes do it more for their own sadistic enjoyment. Likes seeing you stumble around like a little kid after too many carrousel rides. Likes how easy it becomes to overpower you—all your struggles degraded into but cute play fighting. He can even laugh and feign defeat with you, falling into a complete laughing fit because all your hits are like the cute slaps of a declawed kitten. You tucker yourself out all too quickly for it to matter anyway. You just end up needing to lay yourself down. You're so cute his heart swells and stomach flutters, needing to kiss your little face. You’ll whine but have no more strength to fend him off—even as he pulls your panties off and starts playing with you down there with a grin on his face.
Some yanderes do it for both reasons.
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⌢ ⌢ yandere choso x gn reader
␥ content — yandere, sfw, headcanons, stalking, choso is weird idk, dependency?, mentions of babytrapping, mahito jumps u btw, mahito warning, general obsessive and possessive behavior, possibly ooc?? idk i wrote this for my own pleasure ... 1.3k words
— Choso has only cared about 3 people in his life. His late brothers, and his alive half-one. Not even his "colleagues" that he has to work closely with on their schemes. Outside of his family, nobody else mattered. At least, that's how it was. Choso doesn't consider you family, so why is it that he seems to care so much about you? It angers him. Has he lost loyalty to his brothers?
Choso tended to avoid you at first, paying you no mind like the rest that surrounded him. The most attention he'd allow himself to give you is subtle glances or the occasional hand when you needed help. Nothing more, as you were nothing to him. Except you were.
Choso realized his feelings, despite not being able to tell exactly what they were, pretty quickly. The weird beating of his heart when you were around, how his hands got shaky, and how he could feel the sweat trickle down his neck as he spoke to you, nervous that you wouldn't approve of him somehow. He became a bit more conscious around you. He wanted you to like him.
Choso thought these weird, firstly platonic feelings towards you were because you were family. Perhaps Itadori wasn't his only half-sibling. However, thinking about it like that made Choso feel awfully weird. You weren't his family, as it made his stomach churn to think of you as such. So, what were you then?
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— Choso didn't care what happened to the people of Shibuya during that incident. When planning it out with the other curses, he felt no sympathy or worry for the people who would be present. Yet, upon hearing that you could possibly be in Shibuya on the day on the attack, Choso almost completely forgot about everything else.
Choso had separated from the others to look for Itadori, to try and get his revenge. While walking around Shibuya, he passed many of the trapped people within the veil. They spoke in hushed, worried whispers which Choso paid no attention to. Their conversations did not matter to him, who was focused on something else already.
Choso then heard your name fall from someone's lips. The voice sounded familiar. He turned around to verify, and it was one of your friends. Choso had taken a liking to 'watching' you as you went about your day, so it was no trouble recognizing this person you frequently saw and spoke with. Suddenly, he started paying a bit more attention to the conversation.
Choso listened as the person spoke. He knew he was wasting his time he could be using to search for Itadori, but he couldn't bring himself to move. From what he heard, you might be in Shibuya right now, specifically in a location near the veil. Without a second thought, Choso set off in another direction.
— Choso felt pure rage like this only once before in his life: when he found out that his brothers were dead. He had made it to the edge of the veil to see Mahito toying with you. It made Choso sick to even see you crying for a split second. Without thinking, he stepped in and used his curse technique to force Mahito to step back.
Choso looked furious. His eyes furrowed, brows pulled down in a sharp V. His fists shakily clenched onto your clothes, pulling you up into his grasp. All the while, his shrunken pupils glared at the curse in front of him. A few drops of blood fell onto you from the mark on his nose. Choso made no effort to clean it.
Choso frowned even deeper as Mahito laughed, questioning his behavior. He gritted his teeth together, the grinding sound rough. He wasted no time in telling Mahito off, claiming that you were his and that Mahito needed to go somewhere else. Mahito only looked confused since Choso seemed so occupied with you, what about hunting Itadori down?
Choso breathed a deep sigh of relief as Mahito left, deciding that this wasn't worth his time. After all, he needed to find his natural enemy before Jogo did. Choso watched as Mahito skipped away before looking back at you. How shaken you were, some stray tears still dripping down your cheeks. You looked so fragile, like a doll. Choso, after seeing you almost get into serious trouble, decided then that you were too weak to be out on your own. He'd protect you now, and he wouldn't fail loosing you as well.
— Choso lovingly ran his hands through your hair, the fingers playing with your locks. He had you resting in his lap, consoling you and making sure to wipe every tear that formed at your waterline. He might not know exactly what he feels, but he knows that protecting you is just as important as protecting his brothers.
Choso wouldn't allow you out of his grasp, let alone his sight. However, you are a bit confused because this man is a stranger, but he did save your life. You could tell he was strong, so it was best to stay with him. He tried to be soothing and gentle as well, but it was a bit difficult for him: Choso knew humans were more fragile than curses, and he didn't want to get too happy to finally be in contact with you.
Choso noticed that you began to calm down as he petted your hair, but you were still shaken. He couldn't blame you: Mahito was terrifyingly sadistic. However, he was glad he was able to intervene before things spiraled. He gently pushed your head against his chest, cradling you as he would do to a young child.
Choso began to speak, trying to calm your nerves even more. He apologized for Mahito, reassured you were safe, and even made some subtle comments about some things you liked. You didn't pay much attention to the fact that he shouldn't know those things since you had bigger issues to worry about. Like your friend, who Choso overhead and you knew was in Shibuya.
— Choso blankly stared at you when you inquired about your friend's whereabouts. He shook his head before shushing you. Your friend was in the main building, there was little likelihood of their survival. But why did that matter to you? They weren't your family. Choso's chest felt weird. You shouldn't care about your late friend. You are here with Choso right now. Why are you worrying about another?
Choso felt jealous. Light jealousy, but still jealousy. That's when it finally clicked for him. No, you weren't family. But you were his. When he said you were his to Mahito, he hadn't even realized what he said. However, now he finally realized what he said, and what it meant. He loved you.
Love was such a strange concept. He stared down at you, his hand playing with your hair without thinking. He was in love, with you. His grip on you got slightly more tight as his thoughts wandered. He had saved your life. Did you love him back for that?
If you didn't, that'd be okay. Choso prefers if you love him back, but you'd learn to either way. He needed you. You and his family were what he loved. But what if you and him had a family too? He knew his mind was going too far too soon, but he couldn't shake the idea of having kids with you. Maybe that'd be another way to get you to stay. That sounded like a good idea.
— You gazed up to Choso, who had gone unresponsive while thinking. You frowned slightly, a bit worried. Gently, you tapped him, and he seemed to wake back up. He stared at you silently for a few more moments before fully hugging you. His mouth was close to your ear, hot breath tickling you, "You'll be perfect."
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Satoru Gojo
Gojo x f!reader: Touch in the dark (somnophilia)
Teacher Gojo x student f!reader: Are you.. not weak? (non con)
Sub Gojo Satoru x dom f!reader: Bound by ropes love (bondage+consensual)
Heart-throb Gojo Satoru x quiet shy boy: Realization (yaoi)
Yandere Gojo Satoru x f!reader: Breakpoint (non con)
Kento Nanami
coming soon
Fushiguro Megumi
Possesive Megumi x f!reader: Claim you as mine (non con)
Higuruma Hiromi
Hiromi x f!reader: Barbie play (pseudo-incest+ non con)
Shiu Kong
Shiu Kong x f!reader: Drink Dalliance (smut)
Fushiguro Toji
Hybrid Wolf! Toji x f!reader: The Howl of Desire (non con)
Toji Fushiguro x f!reader: Insubordination (non con)
Ryomen Sukuna
Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader: Infernal Passion (fluff)
Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader: Trapped in Temptation (slight non-con)
Bully Sukuna x shy f!reader: Ensnared (slight non con)
Suguru Geto
coming soon
Itadori Yuji
Itadori Yuji x gn!reader: Unstoppable (fluff)
Mahito
Mahito x f!reader: Mistaken Trust (tentacle non con)
SERIES
POV: You are Sukuna's vessel 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Extra (coming soon)
MULTI
• JJK men as stepdads
♢ Daddy heals period pain (comfort, smut) ♢ Missing mommy on mother's day (m!nipple sucking) ♢ Daddy is somnophilic (somnophilia)
• Twitter links: Ⅰ Ⅱ
• JJK hybrid verse: intro
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THE SUN SHINES ON YESTERDAY’S NEW-FALLEN SNOW
PRESS SNOWFLAKES IN A BOOK LIKE FLOWERS — a milestone event
status: open until 11/28
hi friends! i recently hit a milestone and to celebrate, i’ll be hosting a little event!
to thank all of you for being here with me, i’ll be writing short drabbles (250-500 words) for a character of your choice with a genre and prompt below! to participate, just send me an ask with the following information:
characters: anyone from jjk
my most-written for are choso, geto, gojo, and sukuna, but for this i’m writing everyone - if for some reason i’m unable to, i’ll respond to your message and let you pick another! only exceptions are the disaster curses/mahito and mei mei (sorry girlie)
readers: include pronouns and gender (f/fem, gn, or m/masc)
genres & prompts:
ice on the window: fluff
catching snowflakes, meeting family, warm drinks, baking cookies, ice skating + choose your own
a crescent moon: smut
warm skin, trapped in a snowstorm, icy hands, cozy mornings, sharing blankets + choose your own
a gold and silver day: matchmaking
i will assign you a fav and date! if you choose this, it’ll only be fluff! send me 3+ things you love and 3+ things you loathe, gender preference for your pairing, and anything else you want me to know
rules:
this event is intended to celebrate my amazing and lovely followers, so please be following me lol :3
off anon + an age in bio/pinned (18+)
see my writing rules for more on what i do and don’t write if making your own request!
note:
if you would prefer i not publish your ask to keep it more anonymous, add ‘please don’t publish’ to your request and i won’t - i’ll just write your request and add it to the masterlist :)
examples:
“hey beautiful hot and sexy quinn, gimme some f!reader (she/her) x gojo and ‘icy hands’ (i just know that freak has poor circulation)”
“hi there! for the event, could you write choso fluff with a gn!reader (they/them) using my own prompt of ___? also, could you please not publish this ask? thank you <3”
“hi quinn! i’m here for matchmaking :3 i would like to be paired with one of the boys, m!reader with he/him prns, and 3 things i like are ___ oh and i haaaaaate ___, love you :3”
MASTERLIST
to be added...
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Car Sex (Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, Mahito) pt. 1
Pt.2 (Aoi Todo, Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro)
A special request from a friend for funsies, part 2 will have Todo, Sukuna and Toji
Tags: gojo x gn!reader, dryhumping, teasing, dirty talk, geto x gn!reader, blowjobs, kissing, nanami x afab! reader (i had an idea for so this is the only one not gn!reader) breeding kink, hair pulling, Mahito x gn!reader
Satoru Gojo: It was rare that he drove himself places but for you he definitely made the exception. Before dating you, he hardly ever had a reason to drive because he only left the school to take care of curses. Since dating you, he loved driving. He loved glancing at you sitting next to him, knowing you were unaware of him staring at you through his sunglasses.
Like now, he was watching you shift in your seat next to him. Your hand resting on his on the center console, thumb drawing shapes over his skin. You looked so good, it was driving him crazy before you entered the car and your soft touches were only adding fuel to the fire. His pants were suddenly so fucking tight around his cock, his other hand gripping the steering wheel. You continued to play with his hand, knowing full and well what you were doing.
Grabbing his hand, you moved it from the center console to your thigh, leaving it there as you reached over to massage the back of his neck. "That's it." Satoru grumbled, pulling the car over into a nearly empty parking lot. This was exactly what you wanted, smiling to yourself as he parked and reclined his seat in the same breath.
"What's gotten into you?" You teased, turning your body to him and looking at his very evident bulge. "Oh don't act like that." He grumbled, grabbing your hand and placing it right on his hard on. You found yourself laughing, moving to climb over the center console and straddling his waist. He instantly gripped your hips, pulling your full weight onto him. "You know exactly what you were doing." Satoru added, feeling your breath fan over his lips.
You smiled before kissing him, grinding your hips down to feel him groan against your lips. You continued your actions, fingers tugging at his hair as you created some well needed friction.
"You better start taking your clothes off, this dick isn't gonna ride itself."
Suguru Geto: It wasn't an ideal situation but it was the one you were dealt. Your car had broken down on the side of the road and the pickup service wouldn't be able to come until morning, leaving you and Suguru to wait it out. If anything, Geto was resourceful, laying down the backseat and making a makeshift bed from your bags and a spare blanket placed in the car.
He was just happy this happened while he was with you, glad he was there to stay the night with you for protection. He was going to see this as bonding time, especially as you tucked your head under his chin. Your hand resting on his hip as you cuddled into him for warmth. "This is surprisingly comfortable." You said and felt his chest vibrate with a laugh. "Because you're using me as a pillow. Meanwhile I'm laying on something really hard." He said and you sat up, your hand still on his hip.
"Hmm, I see." You moved your hand under his shirt, massaging the skin to hear a low hum come from him. "You want me to make it up to you? Call it payment for letting me use you as a pillow." Your hand snuck down lower, under the waist band of his pants. Suguru sighed, placing his hands behind his head and watching you. "Seems like the right thing to do." He agreed and you grinned, undoing the closure of his pants to tug them down slightly.
Leaning down, you kissed down his abdomen, running your tongue along the soft ridges. Suguru hummed, watching you through hooded eyes as you got closer and closer to his semi-hard cock. "Fuck that feels good." He moaned as your tongue traced his tip. You wrapped your lips around him fully, your tongue swirling over him as you bobbed up and down.
His hand moved down, helping you hold his shirt up and press your head down on him further. He had to stop himself from shoving his cock all the way down your throat, being on the verge of cumming.
"You're doing a great job at making it up to me."
Nanami Kento: On his days off, Nanami loved nothing more than going for a drive with you. It was something he saw you doing as a family later on, going on roadtrips while music played softly in the background. While you were on long drives that was what he tended to think about, seeing you next to him in the car.
It was driving him nuts this time around, hearing you sing along to the rock music fom his playlist, imagining you doing that with your kids together. "I want to go on roadtrips with our kids." He leaned over to you and said lowly as he was stopped at a light. "Hmm we don't have kids yet." You said in response, kissing him quickly because you noticed the light turning green. "That can be fixed." He said softly, catching you off guard and pulling into an empty street. Nanami always had such good resolve, he must have been going insane for him to do this.
"Get in the backseat." He grumbled getting out of the car, undoing his tie and taking off his jacket. You watched for a moment, biting your lip before scrambling into the backseat. You loved it when he lost it like this. You hiked up your skirt while Nanami got into the backseat behind you. He grabbed your hair from behind, while the other hand tugged your panties to the side.
Before doing anything else, he pulled your head back a little further to kiss you first. "You want this just as bad as me." He mumbled against your lips, finger tips dipping into your cunt and feeling how wet you were. You hummed in response, arching your back and pressing your ass against his crotch.
Nanami pulled his cock out of his pants, not caring about the mess you two were going to make. His grip on your hair tightened as slipped himself into you, letting out quite possibly the best noise you had ever heard as he bottomed out.
"Only you can drive me crazy enough to fuck you in the car."
Mahito: The concept of driving wasn't entirely foreign to Mahito, he just wasn't capable of doing it and well, you most certainly weren't going to let him drive you places. Which left all the driving over to you and it absolutely fascinated him. There was something incredibly attractive about you driving, so much so he was practically begging you to pull over.
"Baby you just look so hot driving." Mahito's hands were on your thighs, pawing at the flesh as you drove. You tried your best to ignore it, only for him to cup your crotch directly. You nearly slammed on the brakes, pulling his hand away from you as he laughed. "I'll pull over just so you don't end up killing us." You complied, anticipating him just as much as he wanted you.
The second the car was parked Mahito had pulled you into the backseat, your pants ripped off and thrown somewhere. He was always hungry for the way you tasted, this time was no different as spread your legs. "You're always just as hungry for me as I am for you." He remarked, licking at your core and looking at you with dark eyes.
Your nails scratched at the leather interior as he continued to flex his tongue over you, morphing it to reach every inch of you. It was so overwhelming, orgasm tearing from you with a hoarse scream as you tugged on the seatbelt. Mahito didn't like stopping though, he always liked to push you to your limits and the fact that you were in the car wasn't going to stop that.
"I'm not gonna be able to drive if you keep going. I already can barely feel my legs." You choked out and Mahito just smiled up at you, not caring.
"Then we'll wait. I want you cumming on my tongue a few more times before I'm done with you."
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JJK recs nsfw just filth
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Poly
NSFW is italicized, dark content is purple
❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ! ❞
Masterlist: Poly +Threesomes
BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE
✨ the valentines playlist✨
pinnedpairing: nanami x f!reader x mei mei
Kento Nanami x f!Reader x Satoru Gojo
Professor!Nanami Kento x Boyfriend!Satoru Gojo x AFAB!Reader
Getou Suguru/Mei Mei;
Suguru Getou x f!Reader x Shoko Ieiri
Gojo x reader x shoko
Girls' Girl (Maki x Reader x Yuta x Toge)
dom reader x dom maki x sub yuuta
okkotsu yuuta x reader
Nobara Kugisaki w/ Yuji + Megumi mention
Itadori Yuji x Kugisaki Nobara x Fushiguro
Kinktober Day 7: Group Sex with Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, and Megumi Fushiguro
megumi cucking yuji
how gojo would fuck you with both of the fushiguro’s?
Itafushi
Megumi x Yuuji
versatile!itafushi nsft headcanon
Itafushi
𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 (𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)
singer!itadori bass player! fushiguro
connect
Megumi x Reader (little bit of Yuji)
puppy yuuji trying to get megumi to join them in bed
ItaSuku
fushiguro toji x f!reader x fushiguro megumi; satoru gojō x f!reader x fushiguro megumi.
Mamaguro x F!Reader x Toji Fushiguro
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮/ 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 & 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ft. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ✘ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐱
nanami kento x fem!reader x itadori yūji; satoru gojō x fem!reader x okkotsu yūta.
Itadori Yuji+Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Reader
You stay at Yuji’s dorm for the night, but Sukuna decides to play with you before Yuji gained control of his body again.
Just daydreaming about when I’ll finally be able to lose my virginity to a girl…
money where your mouth is. pairing inumaki + maki + okkotsu x gn reader
inumaki + maki + okkotsu x gn reader
maki zenin x reader x megumi fushiguro
[Fushiguro Megumi + Maki Zenin]
Toji teach maki how to fuck you right
► 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍- Sukuna x fem!reader x Megumi
“Watch and Learn, Brat!” High school Yuuji x F. High School Reader x Sukuna NSFW‼️
✤ rougher please [yuuji + reader + sukuna] ✤
Yuuji x Reader (female), Sukuna x Reader Sukuna's handmouth
megumi fushiguro x f!reader x yuji itadori
Desc: you, gojo and yuuta have some fun in the water.
Kenjaku
Examination (Kenjaku x Reader)
Too Much (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)
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Hello! It's one of my first times asking for something, so forgive me if it seems strange or if I spell something wrong! Feel free to ignore this too!
I was looking at your Jjk list and realized that our beautiful boy Yuuji doesn't have a story there yet, so I had an idea!
something like Itadori and Reader (gn or male) were in a fight together, and Sukuna ends up appering to deal with the whole situation, and as a result, he ends up hurting the reader on purpose to bother Yuuji, so he is left feeling very bad and guilty , so ends up “ignoring” reader, because he keep blaming himself
I only thought until this part (srry), I would like an ending with something cute and fluff ig? 👉👈 (i like angst with a happy ending)
WEREN'T WE THE STARS IN HEAVEN?
pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angst word count: 758
warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, poorly written fight scene
notes: thank you so much !! i hope you like it :)) split this into two parts to make it easier to write lol, possibly ooc sukuna but i did my best, title from adrianne lenker - anything
part 02 here !!
shibuya is empty. desolate, even. eerily so. even after spending only a few months in tokyo, ITADORI YUUJI had grown accustomed to the noise. the bustling crowds and noisy tourists had become commonplace - almost a comfort at the end of a long night. if nothing else, at least the people were safe.
until they weren’t.
your lungs burn as you race through the remains of shibuya station. the walls are splattered with a mixture of blood and curse remains. there are no longer complaints from people about being trapped inside of the station. there are no longer stray groans from mahito’s transformed humans. there are no longer screams of terror.
you feel sick.
you force yourself to run faster when you see a figure standing in the distance, near what remains of the bathrooms. water seeps across the tiles from nearby, probably damaged in the midst of a fight. “yuuji!”
he doesn’t have a visible reaction. your footsteps slow to a stop as you take in the sight of him. his clothes are ripped and tattered but there are no visible injuries on his body. beneath the flickering lights above, you can just barely make out the blood stains littering his clothing.
“yuuji?”
he turns to face you, smirking over his shoulder. you take a step backwards, shoes slipping on a puddle of water on the floor. there’s a dark glint in his eyes - one that you’ve never seen before. “not anymore.”
“sukuna,” your breath hitches.
he frowns, mockingly pouting as he begins walking towards you. “that’s not how you should address your lord.”
anger flares in your chest. your hands curl into fists, nails digging into your palms. you grit your teeth, aiming towards sukuna’s jaw as you swing.
he evades it easily, languidly pushing his hands into his pockets. “i’m hurt, y/n,” he mocks. “i can’t believe you would hit your own boyfriend.”
“shut up!” another swing. another miss.
sukuna laughs. he watches you with amusement; like you’re an ant beneath his foot he’s pushing around just for the sake of his own entertainment.
he’s fast. almost faster than your own reflexes. your punches only ever meet air as he dances around you. “does it bother you?” sukuna asks. his breath ghosts against your ear as he leans in. “knowing that yuuji’s power comes from a curse. does it scare you?”
you swallow your insults, instead focusing your attention on aiming your punches at the right time. he frowns. “ignoring me now? that won’t do.”
sukuna raises his leg, swiftly landing a hit against your side. you’re barely given time to react before your body slams into the wall.
the pain comes hard and fast. it’s agonizing. it feels like you’re on fire. every part of your body begs you to give up; to lay down and crumble into a ball on the ground. but you can’t. you won’t.
blood pools in your mouth, dripping down the corners of your lips. debris surrounds you. you can feel pieces of rock and concrete digging into your hands as you push yourself up onto your hands and knees.
your attempts are quickly ripped away when sukuna kicks your side once again. you land on your back this time, staring up at the ceiling through blurry vision. your head aches.
“pathetic human.” sukuna smirks over you. the heel of his boot digs into your chest, pushing your body down further into the rubble. your eyes flutter shut. if you’re going to die, you’re not going to give sukuna ryomen the satisfaction of being the last thing you see.
the force of sukuna’s weight forces a weak cough out of your lungs. he raises his foot once again before he pauses, humming to himself. “i wonder what the brat would think of this.”
time seems to still as your consciousness begins to slip. you can feel yourself growing weaker. your breaths are shallower. it’s harder to get air into your lungs. your racing heartbeat has also slowed. it no longer pounds loudly in your ears. instead, a dull ringing has replaced the noise.
nothing feels real. yuuji is yelling your name. he’s on his knees; his face hovers over you.
yuuji looks different. the black marks across his skin have disappeared, leaving only pale skin behind. hands that have the power to snap bones and destroy buildings are gentle as they cup your cheeks. he wipes away blood and dust and tears.
“yuuji,” you whisper. at least, you try to. and then-
the world goes black.
shibuya is empty.
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MASTERLIST
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JJK :
⏤ addiction (yan gojo)
⏤ rich boy gojo hcs
⏤ yan!gojo with 'american wedding' inspo idk 😭
⏤ yan!geto with ex!friend!reader
⏤ (not yan btw just angst) reader with unrequited love for gojo
⏤ persephone!geto x hades!reader
⏤ santa maria aquamarine (yan gojo)
BATVERSE :
⏤ platonic!yan!batfam, “shades of cool” : pt l, pt ll,
MHA :
⏤ venom!reader fanfic promo
RANTS :
⏤ mei mei and mahito fans scare me
ORIGINAL STUFF IDK :
⏤ The Villainess and The Madmen : (Ch1),
guys ik it's looking rlly bleak right now but we gotta weather thru the storm 😭
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS pt. 2
choso x gn!reader
ao3 • masterlist << previous part • next part >>
summary: stumbling upon a strange man while deeply lost on halloween night in the subway, you find yourself quickly in trouble.
tags/warnings: some violence, yandere, reader insert, season 2/shibuya arc references/potential spoilers
a/n: decided to continue this one after all, after this chapter you can expect one more conclusive chapter.
You stared at the man before you, unsure what to think.
In an attempt to tug back your wrist from his almost desperate hold, you found that he wasn’t letting go of you.
The air around the station started to feel thicker, heavier and almost suffocating. The flickering overhead lights were starting to make you nauseated too. The longer he held onto you, the more it seemed as though the walls around you were closing in.
Choso, as you learned the man was now called, pulled you along beside him as you both walked. While being in his presence didn’t feel immediately dangerous, you could tell that something darker was brewing within him as if there was more to him than he let on.
You occasionally looked up at him, watching him pass through the subway with a determined glint in his eyes. Even though he walked with an unwavering stride, his destination locked in mind, he couldn’t help but tighten his hold on you whenever he felt you were potentially straying away.
Such an interaction left you feeling confused as you were unsure as to why he was suddenly helping you with such drive despite the shaky first impression. You didn’t quite understand why there was so much danger down here to begin with, but his serious demeanour was convincing enough so you trusted him.
Or at least, you tried to.
“Stay close to me,” Choso murmured, keeping his voice low. His fingers tightened around your wrist, pulling you a little closer to him.
You could only nod as you tried to swallow away any fear you had. The late autumn night proved cold and stacked with the internal fear that was manifesting in your bones, leaving you almost shivering. Choso’s touch was warm though, surprisingly so, given how almost sickly pale that he looked.
Suddenly, you paused in your tracks and so did he. It felt as though you were being watched and even hunted and upon turning around, you saw a pair of people walking right behind you. Initially, you were relieved but then the longer you stared at them, the more uneasy you felt.
Recognising the confined cursed energy that coursed beneath their unimposing surface, Choso recognised those humans as Mahito’s doing. They weren’t people anymore, just abominations with a temporary cover and being what they truly were, it was no surprise that they were hunting you.
“Stay behind me,” he warned, shoving you slightly back.
Initially, you were about to protest, but then you saw as the people before you became something else completely. It all happened so fast, but their forms quickly became mangled, contorting into grotesque fusions of folded flesh. They lurched forward in a sprint towards where you stood—their movements almost clumsy and erratic—their cold, dead eyes focused right on you.
You tried to step back in an attempt to run away, unsure of what exactly you were seeing but Choso stopped you once again. With a heated growl, he spoke out a warning, “Don’t move. I’ll take care of them.”
His form shielded you from their immediate attack and you couldn’t help but feel your voice lock in your throat. You wanted to scream and ask what on earth was going on, but you couldn’t, with only shaky breaths able to escape your lips.
Choso’s body was tense with anticipation, but he acted swiftly before the now turned cursed spirits could catch up to you and cause any real damage. With a raised hand, his fingers formed a sign and shot out what looked like blood from the tips of his fingers, forming sharp scarlet spears that stabbed through the creature’s bodies, causing them both to be taken down with just one hit.
He remained still for a moment before turning back to you and taking a deep breath. His eyes were dark with tension but he forced himself to soften his stance when he looked back towards you.
“Are you okay?” he asked you, attempting to adopt a gentler tone. Choso had to remind himself that you weren’t a sorcerer, so he had to be patient with you.
You gulped down your fears, attempting to nod but your legs felt weak, as though they would give out at any second.
“I-I’m fine,” you warily stammered, barely hearing your own voice as your heart thundered in your chest, the pulsating echoing against your ears, “what… what exactly are you?”
Choso’s calm demeanour faltered for a second. That was a good question. What was he? His expression turned almost pained, as if he didn’t have a cohesive answer. He found himself stepping forward, trying to hold onto you again as a way to both comfort you but also himself.
“It’s not easy to explain,” he said with a strained tone, the flashback of his fabricated memories still fresh in his mind, “I’m not like you, I was created… not born.”
“Created…?” you repeated what he told you. “So you’re not exactly human? But you look so…”
“I’m what is called a death painting, I believe,” he replied, trying to explain it to you, thinking that maybe if he forces himself to listen to the history he recently learned then it would make it easier, but all it did was torment him. “I was formed in a womb like you, but I was never born. I was made for a… purpose, but that turned out to be a lie because I was misled by someone I thought I could trust,” his voice became more strained, almost rough with emotion, “but that doesn’t matter right now.”
You blinked, unsure how you should process the information he gave you. It was admittedly tough to digest. “It sure sounds like it matters though…”
“My focus right now is you,” he dismissed, shaking his head, “I can’t let anything happen to you, not after everything that has happened tonight.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words as he left you feeling quite strange with the implication. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel wary, as though you were his reason for holding on. While flattering, he was still a stranger to you and a dangerous one at that from what you had seen, so such a thought in fact scared you.
“I… I have done things,” Choso continued to speak, his voice almost trembling, “things that I regret. I almost killed someone important to me but… but, I was wrong. I was deceived…” he trailed off for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, “I-I don’t want to be a monster, but, I’ll do whatever I can to protect you, even if it means I have to become one for your sake in the process.”
You could only stare back at him without forming an immediate response. The weight of his words were heavy, especially coming from someone you had just met. A strange feeling formed for you too, though. You knew that you should have been much more terrified than just simply scared, but there was a part of you that wanted to believe him all the same. It was as though his vulnerability had almost touched you…? It made you feel sad for him and what he was forced to do.
“I… I believe you,” you finally said.
Choso stiffened in response, both relieved but nervous all at the same time. He pulled you closer without warning, ensnaring your body in a tight, sudden hug. His arms around your body feel strong, the muscles tight around your frame but you didn’t feel as though you were in danger.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his breath rolling hot down your neck. “I’ll keep you safe, no matter what I have to do.”
You nodded, letting him hold onto you despite not having a single clue as to what was really going on and finally, after a long minute, he loosened his grip on you even if he didn’t let go of you just yet.
“We need to keep moving,” he said, his voice less intense now but still just as determined as before, “there’s still danger here but I’ll protect you.”
You nodded again, unable to form a response that time as you let him drag you forward. You don’t know exactly where it was that he was leading you, but you felt somehow bonded to this strange man who led you through the underground space. For the most part, the station seemed empty but whenever there was even a passing footstep or a slight shuffle, he would turn the corner with you and lead you somewhere else. You stayed close to him, of course, not that he would allow himself to let you go.
Something about him seemed to be changing however, his breathing slowly grew more labourers and his expression gradually turned grave. It was almost as if he was distracted, with his eyes darting around erratically, searching for something—maybe someone—that wasn’t there.
Then without a single hint of warning, he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Choso…?” you tried to ask.
The death painting didn’t reply right away, still reeling from the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing. Finally though, he finally spoke up, but his voice seemed broken, “I-I… I can’t go on… n-not right now.”
His shoulders sagged as his body melted against the wall, bringing up his knees to a tented fold to his chest. Feeling unsure of what do exactly, you decided to settle down beside him, unsure if it was the correct course of action.
The fear that you felt earlier was still there, deep down in your core. However, you could at the same time understand that he was going through something that went beyond your own comprehension of understanding. You weren’t an unreasonable person. You could feel pity, even empathy for what he might have been going through; it was clear that he was struggling with something, even if you didn’t get the true extent of just how dire it truly was.
“Are you okay?” you tried to ask in a soft tone.
Choso let out a shaky breath, his voice barely audible, “I am not… I’m not okay. I don’t know how to deal with this. All of this. The guilt… the… confusion? I thought I knew what I was and what I had to do, but now nothing makes sense to me anymore.”
His words while scattered, did make at least a a shred of sense to you. You just sat beside him with your hand on his arm, even leaning a little bit. You didn’t have anything that you could say to soothe his aching heart, but you could still offer him your company.
Many minutes had since then passed and the tension in his body slowly subsided as he leaned further into your touch. His breathing was no longer laboured as he fought to regain control, but his eyes were bloodshot with tears that threatened to escape. With one look at you, he begins to cry. He did so quietly at first but then he truly let go; his weeping echoing through the confines of the (mostly) empty station as he finally let go of all the raw pain and regret that he had been holding back.
You kept at his side, offering him your quiet support that he desperately needed. A part of you still didn’t understand him and another part of you still feared him and what he might do, but you swallowed those thoughts away for now. In front of you was a broken man and despite his claims of being a monster, you could very clearly see the humanity within him and his warring struggle to hold onto it.
After what felt like forever, his cries finally seemed to subside and Choso at last wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He then turned his head to get a better look at you and although his gaze initially seemed tender—there was something else lurking beneath the surface—something darker.
“You…” he strained, reigning control of his voice once again, “you’re so kind. Too kind. Why are you still here…?”
You hesitated. Overlooking the part where he wouldn’t let you you go even if you tried to leave, you had a different reason for sticking by his side. “I don’t know… I guess I can just see that you’re trying? You don’t want to be a bad person and it’s clear.”
Choso simply stared at you with an unreadable expression written on his face but then he piped up, finally having something to say to you, “You… You don’t know how much this means to me. No one has ever treated me this way, with kindness… with compassion or with hope.”
You thought that his words were quite tragic, as you were unable to imagine such a lonely existence. It was then that you realised that something had shifted between the two of you. The way he was looking at you now, it felt much more intense than before, almost possessive. It was as if he made an internal decision in his mind and just as you were about to ask him about it, he opened up his mouth as though to stay something.
“I can’t let you go,” Choso said, his voice laced with desperation, “I need you. You’re the only thing that’s keeping me… human.”
You looked at him with some uncertainty evident in your gaze, unable to reply to the bluntness of his words.
“Look, I know that this is… sudden,” he mumbled, realising just how insane he must look to you right now, “but I can’t lose someone like you. Not now. Not ever.”
You swallowed hard as your mind raced at the implication. Just like that feeling you had before, you wanted to break free from this man and run away as far as possible. Then there was that other part of you that couldn’t deny that there was some tension between the two of you—something that dared you to stay, to see where this whole thing might lead. You knew that all of this was wrong and dangerous, but something about the way he looked at you was more convincing than anything you had ever known.
“Please,” he urged, his voice raw and almost pleading. “Please stay with me. Don’t leave. I’ll.. Ill protect you, I’ll do anything for you… just don’t go. Don’t leave me.”
Once again, you looked at him unable to form an immediate response. You got it to an extent; the fear of being alone was almost incapacitating and you weren’t quite believing your own words as you spoke them, but finally you gave in, “Okay, I’ll stay.”
Choso’s eyes lit up with a strange mix of relief and almost possessive hope and it wasn’t long before you found yourself locked up in his strong arms yet again. This time his hold on you however felt stronger, almost imprisoning as though letting you go would mean the end of the world.
As you sat there, wrapped up in his embrace and secured within the confines of his taut body, you realise that once again, something had changed between the two of you. His hold on you wasn’t physical, but emotional and it was very unlikely that you were going to go home anytime soon.
It was as fate was triggered by you accidentally stumbling upon him because in the midst of it, you ended up giving something that he didn’t know he needed.
And now that he had it, he would never let you go.
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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 | Mahito
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 – 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Mahito sets his sights on a new toy and decides to have some fun.
𖤐 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,745
𖤐 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Ass Eating, Creampies, Anal Sex, Predator/Prey, Dubcon, Stalking, Slight Yandere Tendencies from Mahito, Body Horror
𖤐 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one ended up being the longest fic for Kinktober so far, but I'm really proud of it! I've never written for Mahito before, but I enjoyed the challenge.
𖤐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𓇢𓆸 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 – 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐅𝐞𝐦. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚���𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
[𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐜. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]
They couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
It was small, at first. A nearly imperceptible itch in the back of their skull, a passing feeling they could simply shrug off as their imagination.
As the weeks passed, that small discomfort grew into full-blown paranoia. No matter where they went, whether they were in a crowd or all alone, all they could feel was eyes.
Eyes
Eyes watching their every movement, branding themselves onto their skin and picking apart their very soul. It made their skin fester and tingle, as if the eyes were buried deep down inside.
Their nails ached with the temptation to dig at their own skin, urging themself to dig the eyes out. The blood caking underneath their nail bed and the sting of fresh wounds had to be better than this suffocating, exposing feeling. Anything had to be better than this.
If he didn't know any better, they would have thought he was going insane. Unfortunately, they did know better. This had to be the work of a Curse.
It could have been a normal stalker, but they knew better. That feeling in their gut was one they had only ever felt when there was a Curse involved.
They were a sorcerer, at least in the technical sense. They could see Curses all his life, but they were never involved in the system and never wanted to be. Their grandmother had told them stories growing up about how many people died in that field, about how they saw you as a weapon first and a person second.
They had been careful to hide their abilities. Not only to keep a low profile, but because they knew regular people rarely treated Shaman with kindness. More often than not, they were treated with suspicion and even outright aggression.
There wasn't a chance they would risk telling anyone about the eyes. They wouldn't understand. They would lock them away in some facility, and contacting a Jujutsu sorcerer was out of the question as well.
They didn't want to be involved with them, and they were far too expensive for their budget. Still, they had to do something. They couldn't live like this forever.
They knew they had to take things into their own hands if they wanted to be free from this Curse.
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The crickets chirped a pleasant melody as they walked along the path, clutching their bag tightly to their chest. Inside were candles and prayer paper. They had never used them before, but the owner at the spiritual shop assured him they would work.
They took a deep breath, attempting to calm their nerves. The air was slightly chilly and smelled pleasantly of petrichor as it had rained earlier. Next to the lit path he walked on was a wooded area. It wasn't very large, but it was dark.
This was one of the few times they didn't feel the eyes on them. It was rare to get a moment without them, but they were grateful for it. They didn't know what they would do if they had to walk back home all alone with those eyes following them.
"It's not safe to walk alone at night. There could be monsters."
A voice spoke directly into their ear, cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. His voice, for it was unmistakably male, held a certain playfulness about it. Perhaps in any other circumstance, it might have been relaxing, but in this situation, it made his blood turn to ice.
The world seemed to stand still. Even the crickets seemed to fall silent as they stood rooted in their place. They couldn't even bring themself to scream. They just stood there, frozen in terror as a hand squeezed his shoulder.
Then they felt it again – the eyes.
Their head moved on its own, their movements stiff as they almost seemed to disassociate. They finally looked into the very same eyes that had been watching them all this time.
A man stared back at them, if he could even be called that. He had long silver hair and his skin was so pale it reminded him of a corpse. His face was covered in stitching, giving him a patched up appearance.
The worst part by far were his eyes. A mismatched combination of blue and grey, completing his patchwork appearance.
They didn't know how long they stood there looking at each other. It could have been several minutes or only a few seconds. But the Curse just stared back at them, a wide, almost playful smile on his face.
"Who are you?" They finally whispered. Their voice sounded far away.
The Curse seemed to find their question amusing, because he gave a little chuckle. "My name is Mahito. I would ask for your name, but I already know it."
Fight of flight gripped their body, spurring them into action. They turned on their heel, slamming their bag into his face, causing the plastic to rip and scatter an assortment of candles and prayer paper across the pavement.
They didn't stick around to see if it did anything, immediately bolting down the path and towards the woods, hoping they would be able to lose him.
They could hear Mahito laugh and give chase, as if they thought they were simply playing a game of tag.
Blood pounded in their ears as their feet pounded against the ground, sending shocks up their legs and reverberating in his skull. Tears burned their eyes, making it hard to see in the already pitch black woods.
The ground was uneven and slick from rain. They stumbled, crying out as they struggled to keep their footing. In their heart they knew they had no hope of escaping, but they knew they had to try.
They could hear Mahito shriek with laughter not too far from them, screaming words of encouragement as they tried to keep their lead on him. Whatever he was saying, they couldn't hear it over the sound of their own heavy breathing.
They kept running, swatting branches out of the way as they clumsily lurched forward, their body already feeling heavy and cold. Their foot caught the gnarled root of an old tree, sending them sprawling down over the side of a hill and deeper down into the woods.
They barely had time to try and break their fall, let alone to scream. They simply curled up into a ball in an attempt to minimize the damages. Eventually, they rolled to a stop.
Pain enveloped their body like a blanket. They curled up, panting as they tried not to cry. Nothing felt broken, but they were sore and tired.
They wanted so badly to just lay there, to give up. Close their eyes and pretend this was all a bad dream, but their instincts screamed at them to keep moving; Pain was temporary, death was permanent.
Ignoring the ache in their bones, they scrambled to their hands and knees, feet slipping out from under them thanks to the damp leaves. They couldn't even stand before a hand found the back of their neck, pushing them back down against the muddy ground.
A scream poised itself on their tongue, but it was cut short when a hand clamped over their mouth, reducing it to a pitiful whimper.
"I win!"
Mahito leaned over, pressing against them from behind. His grip was surprisingly powerful, effortlessly keeping them in place.
He moved back just enough to flip them around onto their back, forcing them to look up at him. His lips pulled back in a vicious grin when he saw their soul waver. That terrified look painted on their face was just too good. Their eyes wide and puffy as tears streamed down their handsome face, their bottom lip trembling.
"No need to cry about it. No one likes a sore loser," Mahito teased.
Mahito reached up, cupping their cheek in a surprisingly soft gesture, using his thumb to wipe away their tears. They flinched at the contact. His skin was cold to the touch.
"A-are you going to kill me?" They sniffled, voice cracking as they struggled to speak through their tears.
Mahito looked at him, seemingly disappointed. He pouted, asking, "Kill you? Where's the fun in that?"
For a brief moment, he saw their soul strengthen. They seemed cautiously relieved.
They paused, knowing they shouldn't get too carried away. They weren't out of the woods yet.
"Then, are you going to hurt me?"
Mahito seemed to pause at that. The way he studied them, like some strange insect, made their pulse skyrocket.
"Maybe, I haven't decided yet," he admitted. He pulled them up by the front of their shirt, their faces inches apart. "But Geto said I should find a new toy. I've been watching you for a while, and I think you're the one."
They suppressed a whine, their hands pressing against Mahito's chest. He felt solid and unmoving. More like a wall than a person. They didn't understand what he was saying or who this 'Geto' person was, but they had a feeling none of what they were saying was good for them.
"Why were you watching me for so long?" They asked, finally building up the courage.
Somewhere in the back of their mind, their fear was replaced with anger and perhaps curiosity. They never thought they were all that interesting, so why would a Curse this powerful go out of his way to study them?
Mahito's eyes sparked with intrigue. He saw the slight change in their soul, fighting the urge to giggle. He knew he found the right one.
"I thought you were interesting, and it seems I was right. I wanted to see how much I could learn. I wanted to see how long I could hold out before showing myself to you."
It was all just some game to him. Weeks of torment, all just because it was interesting to him, or maybe he saw it as some test in self control.
Before they could say anything else, Mahito shoved them back down against the ground, his hands grabbing the hem of their pants as he tugged them down.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" They shrieked.
"I'm getting my reward! I won our game and I held out for a long time. It's only fair that I get something in return," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Typically, Mahito would never do this, but he was curious. Humans always went on and on about how good sex was. It seemed to control their every thought. Even when he asked Geto about it, he said it felt good.
Mahito couldn't deny he was a little intrigued. If even Geto of all people enjoyed it, maybe he should try it out. See what was so fun about it that humans dedicated so much time to participating in it.
He needed to keep them steady. He was inexperienced, but he had asked Geto a lot of questions in preparation. Mahito focused on his Technique, four new arms sprouting up out of his back, extending forward to hold them down by the shoulders and to spread their legs open.
"Hold still for me, 'kay?"
With his hands freed up, he unbuttoned his own pants. He pulled them down, revealing nothing. Just a smooth surface, much like a doll.
They couldn't help but stare. Despite their fear, they were confused and vaguely intrigued. His body seemed to be able to shape and bend at his will. It was fascinating to watch, as much as they hated to admit it. They watched as the skin began to stretch and shape like clay until a large, thick cock was formed.
Mahito gave himself a few test strokes, shivering at the feeling. He seemed intrigued, squeezing the shaft as it began to harden.
"Maybe Geto wasn't entirely wrong about this feeling good . ." He muttered, his fingers twitching as his hips began to buck from the sensation.
One of the arms moved from his shoulder, shaping itself into something similar to the lure of an angler fish, bathing the two of them in light.
They squinted in the light as their eyes adjusted, finally looking up at him and seeing him fully. Despite the additions to his body, he was strangely handsome. He looked very human for a Curse. They wanted to yell at themself for finding their stalker handsome.
Mahito was no different. His eyes raked over their body, admiring it. They were cute – shaking like a leaf, now more from cold than fear, and covered in leaves and dirt. Their bottom was bare and their shirt was lifted just enough to expose their stomach.
He lowered himself down, admiring their exposed ass. This was the hole Geto had told him to fuck. He moved his hands to spread their ass, staring at the clenching hole as he wondered if he could really fit his new cock inside of such a small space.
Geto told him that they would need to be prepped before he tried to put anything inside. It would feel better that way, for the both of them. He remembered what the man had told him, to use his mouth and fingers.
He moved until his face was buried against their ass, their thighs wrapped around his head. He swiped his tongue up over their hole, giving it an experimental lick. It didn't taste bad, but he decided the best part was the way they gasped and whined at the sudden wet heat.
Mahito grinned, shivering in excitement. It would be so easy to just shove himself in, to hear them scream in pain as he forced himself inside, but Mahito decided he wanted this to feel good for them. It would be far more fun, hearing their whines and complaints turn into begging.
He grabbed onto their hips, his fingers digging into their plush skin as he held them steady. He continued his assault on his ass, licking and sucking at his hole. He looked up at him, watching closely.
They had their eyes screwed shut, their jaw dropped open as they whined and moaned without wanting to. It felt so good! Too good! Mahito was clearly inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm.
Their sounds were pretty, but Mahito wanted his full attention. He moved one of his hands to their neck. "Look at me," he ordered.
The feeling of his hand on their neck made their heart lurch with fear, but they bit their lip, feeling their hardening cock throb. They opened their teary eyes, giving the Curse what he wanted and staring down at him.
Their hole was clenching around nothing, coated in Mahito's spit, and the throbbing in their dick was nearly unbearable. He was only licking over their hole, not pushing anything in or stroking their neglected cock.
"P-please. Inside— put it inside!" They whined. They didn't have time to feel shame or embarrassment over the fact that they were whining like a bitch in heat for their tormentor. All they wanted was some release.
Mahito smirked against them, feeling a twinge of accomplishment over having gotten them to beg so quickly. He was thoroughly enjoying this, his new cock twitching and throbbing as he resisted the urge to stroke himself. He focused on them instead, bringing his tongue to their entrance before pushing it inside.
It was so hot inside. Wet and tight, and he could feel it fluttering around his tongue. He pushed his tongue in further than should be possible, fucking them with it.
Their back arched at the intrusion, the air leaving their body as Mahito finally gave them what they wanted. They reached down, their fingers pulling at his hair as they grinded against his mouth.
Their legs bent as he raised their hips off the ground, moaning shamelessly as they felt his tongue grow larger inside of them, diligently eating them out.
Mahito's eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the flavor coating his tongue and the way they grinded on his face. For as much as he was enjoying hearing them come apart on his tongue, he was getting antsy. His cock was aching and he was losing his patience. He wanted to feel them.
He pulled his tongue out, letting it shrink back to a normal size. A strand of saliva connected his mouth with their now clenching asshole.
They whined at the sudden loss, something that didn't go unnoticed by Mahito.
"Are you really whining?
Their chest rose and fell as they panted, attempting to catch their breath. "S-shut up. The least you could do is let me finish. You owe me after making my life hell for weeks."
Oh, he definitely liked them. Sorcerers really did have a screw loose.
He leaned over them, a twisted smirk pulling his features. They could see saliva covering the Curse's lips and chin.
Without a word, Mahito closed the distance between them, pressing his slickened lips against theirs in a forceful kiss.
Just like before, Mahito was surprised by how much he enjoyed this. He had read it in books and seen it in movies and could never quite understand how humans would enjoy this, but now he understood completely.
He understood when they moaned into his mouth, lips parting to allow him inside, tasting themself on his tongue. He understood when they clung to him, their fingers finding his hair once more and pulling harshly, sending a mix of pain and pleasure down his spine.
Mahito quickly slotted himself between their legs, his hard cock rutting against their dick. They could feel it, hot and heavy against the underside of their dick, leaking pre-cum from his swollen, purple tip. He was needy.
Mahito continued kissing them, rutting against them for a few moments longer before moving his hips back. He nudged at their entrance, marveling in the way their ass seemed to suck his tip in. He teased himself along their entrance before shoving in with a single thrust, starting a brutal pace as he finally started to fuck them.
They screamed against his mouth, pain shooting through their body. Even with how wet they were, and even with Mahito stretching them open, it was still so much!
He grabbed their hair, forcing their head back as he pounded into them, hips snapping frantically as he fucked their clenching hole. He didn't mind that they were scratching at his arms, he was too lost in how good they felt around him.
Mahito wasn't going to last long, but neither were they. He had already gotten them so close before on his tongue and this was Mahito's first time. He was sensitive and worked up, already noticing a tension building in his abdomen.
They were starting to have a hard time breathing, what with Mahito's constant kisses and his brutal pace. They frantically pulled at his hair, relief flooding their system as he pulled away to let them breathe.
Mahito watched as they inhaled sharply, breathing deeply between their moaning and gasping. He lowered his head, choosing instead to keep his mouth busy with their neck. He bit and sucked at the exposed skin, eager to mark them as his own.
He couldn't believe how good this felt. How good they felt. Did humans really walk around with these pleasure toys between their legs all day?
Mahito used to find it stupid that humans were so controlled by sexual desire, but now he thought it was stupid they didn't do this all the time!
They clung tightly to him, drooling as their eyes rolled back into their head. Never had they ever been fucked so hard before. Mahito's hips seemed to blur, and every thrust sent them closer to the edge.
Mahito reached up, wrapping one of his hands around their cock as he pumped his hand up and down the shaft, hearing the one beneath his scream in ecstasy as he pleased them.
He could feel himself begin to come undone as their walls fluttered around him even harder. The way their screams got louder and needier let him know they were close. His balls smacked against their ass, shooting pleasure up his spine.
Just like he did with his tongue, Mahito forced his cock to grow, becoming thicker as he took in the feeling of their tight little ass sucking him, increasing their pleasure.
Mahito panted, laughing as he felt their velvety walls spasm as they came around his cock, sucking him in even deeper. Mahito watched as their dick twitched, spraying a hot load all over their chest.
The feeling of their ass squeezing him was indescribable and it sent Mahito over the edge into his own orgasm. He finished, hips stuttering as he began pumping them with an obscene amount of cum.
Mahito hunched over, continuing to thrust through their orgasm. Even when the pleasure turned to pain, he kept moving, thoroughly addicted to the feeling.
"Too much. Stop," they whined beneath him.
Mahito refocused on them, having nearly forgotten they were there. They collapsed in a heap, chest heaving from exhaustion as they pushed at his chest.
Reluctantly, Mahito pulled himself out, his cock now soft as he slipped from their abused hole. He watched his cum spill out, remembering how Geto had encouraged him to finish inside. He said it felt better, and Mahito was inclined to agree.
He stretched, the extra limbs pulling back and melding back into his body. Once finished, he tucked his cock into his pants and began pulling up their pants.
He had gotten what he wanted. A new toy to play with and an answer to his question. He couldn't possibly be in a better mood.
He pulled them up off the ground, holding them to his chest as he plucked a leaf out of their hair. He had to make sure to take good care of them. They were special. They were his.
They didn't even squirm or try to get away. They were far too tired to try and it wouldn't work anyway. Their head fell against his chest, their eyelids drooping from exhaustion.
They were vaguely aware that he had stood up, cradling them in his arms as he effortlessly walked through the woods.
"I'll take good care of you, " Mahito decided, smiling down at their sleepy face as he started his journey back to Dagon's Domain.
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