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uraharasfavoriteexperiment · 9 days

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~ | and the earth begins to rain

[ pairing ] mahito x male reader [ genres ] fluff, horror, romance in that order [ cw ] small sex jokes, pet names (bunny, bunnydrops), mahito is very clearly interested in reader, kissing, cursing, demonic possession, a horrifically descriptive depiction of a panic attack while the soul is outside the body [ author's notes ] reader is half curse and its mentioned but unimportant [ words ] 4238 [ another good read ! ] " mine. " please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

you close your eyes, inhaling slowly and deeply. you hold the oxygen inside your body for seven seconds, then you open your mouth slightly and let it out slowly, being careful not to allow your breath to shake.

then comes a knock at the door.

your heart skips a little, but you recover quickly, realizing it's only your best friend- and now date- mahito. you grin, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and slipping into your beloved, beat up but reliable converse 5 star sneakers. you practically ran through your house, opening the door and jumping into mahito's open, waiting arms.

"hi, mahi!" you grin, hugging him tightly. he smiles, looking you up and down flirtatiously and whistling in a purposely cringey way. then he grins like the lovesick head-over-heels dumbass he knows and is proud to admit he is, wrapping his own arms around you and squeezing possessively.

"hello, m/n." he purrs into your ear, his voice nearly a whisper as he steps over the threshold of your house. "how're you feeling?"

you grin nervously, giggling in a comical, clearly fake tone as you rub the back of your head with the palm of your hand. mahito's face changes a little, the slightest sign of worry flicking across his face.

"m/n." he says sternly, pulling you up against him again. "tell me how you're feeling about this. i don't want you going into this blast-full of inhuman fear of the unknown shit we're most definitely gonna be throwing ourselves cock-first into."

you smile gratefully, hugging him again and allowing a small giggle at the unsolicited dick joke. "thank you…" you reply in a near whisper. you take a short, deep breath, then you continue.

"honestly… i really am kinda nervous. i mean, for one, we're breaking into a governmentally forbidden area. and two, we're gonna try to talk to ghosts. actual ghosts. and three, what if they're not ghosts? what if they're, shit, i dunno- demons? oh, god, mahito, what if we run into a demon?!"

mahito feigns incredible offense at having been called by his whole entire first name by his best friend. but he breaks the fake character and smiles, gently putting both hands on your face and pulling you close. he touches your nose and forehead to his, giving you a comforting smile while inwardly trying indescribably hard not to kiss you with all he's got.

"i won't leave your side unless you ask me to."

"promise?" you ask.

"i promise."

"down!" mahito hisses, hastily pushing down on the top of your head. you duck quickly, holding onto mahito's hand, your eyes flicking back and forth and scanning the grass for any signs of a police car or any other potential deterrent.

"we're clear." he whispers after a few seconds, yanking on your hand and pulling you along. you both crouch at first, but mahito eventually stands up and runs, pulling you along with him. you ran quickly, following him and silently wondering how he knows his way around this area so well.

maybe he's been here before?

eh, well, who cares? this is a date, you think to yourself, think about the kind, daring, pretty boy you were currently committing criminal trespassing with.

"here." he hisses after a ten-minute run through the field, pulling you through a small hole in the fence that surrounds the forest. he doesn't stop running, and the adrenaline starts to pump through your veins… this is it.

the scary part.

oh god.. what have you gotten yourself into?

even with that heart-skipping thought in mind, you smile- at this point you and mahito are in the very heart of the yawata no yabushirazu forest, a huge expanse of trees known for its subtly horrifying legends… part of the forest's name literally means "to get lost."

"m/n?" mahito asks, touching your hand. when he feels your hand trembling slightly, he smiles, taking your hand in his and squeezing it comfortingly as you look up at him.

"yeah?" you look up at him, unconsciously moving a couple small-ish steps closer to him.

"did you know that this forest is part of what inspired spirited away? the studio ghibli movie?" mahito says softly, grinning. he knows that you like the movie.

you grin, and mahito's heart soars with affection.

"mahi, you menace you!" you giggle, "how'd you know?"

mahito grins, grabbing you and pulling you into a tight, loving hug.

"m/n, you're my best friend…" he whispers into your ear, "you're my bestest friend. in, like. the whole world."

you grin and blush in response, and you squeeze him tighter, making him groan and wiggle a little. you slightly lighten your bear grip on his ribs, looking at him with a concerned look in your eyes.

"you okay?" you ask, holding his face softly with both hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. he nods, smiling.

"yeah, your bear hugs are jus' really really tight." he says, hugging you close. he touches his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and letting the brief moment of silence wash comfortably over you and himself.

you smile, giving the moment another few seconds before gently pulling yourself out of mahito's arms. your hand grazes his, and his heart actually, genuinely skips a beat. the simple, "accidental" action dusts his face with a light pink tint, and he has to exorcise all his mental fortitude (which isn't a lot; the thread he's hanging by is incredibly frayed) in order to keep from taking your hand and kissing your fingers or knuckles.

instead he follows you with his eyes, smiling. he watches you go to your backpack, squatting down and digging through it for a moment. then you get a furious pout on your face, and you let out a short, angry, sort of loud groan-growl mixture of a sound. you flop backward onto your butt and look over at mahito with a confused scowl decorating your (mind-numbingly handsome) face.

"how did i manage to pack everything with me except for the goddamn-" "ovilus?" mahito interrupts merrily, raising and wiggling a hand in the air- he's holding the ovilus. he grins, giggling and quickly darting off around the edge of the small clearing you and he had set up camp in, his hand holding the ovilus out of your reach. you get up quickly and lunge after him. you chase after him for only a moment or two, quickly becoming tired of his buffoonery.

you speed up and sprint past him with the air of a quick-witted cheetah, skidding to a stop and turning around to face him right as he crashes into your chest, both of you falling backward onto the grass as a result of mahito's high momentum from when he got up and started to run. you wrap your arms around him and hug him affectionately.

"enough!" you declare in a dramatic jester's voice, "no more of this absurd bout of skylarking, man!"

mahito starts laughing, the sound full of pure, untainted joy that drips from his voice like honey, making your heart swell with affection. you let him laugh for a while, giving a few small giggles yourself. you sneakily slip your hand into his, swiftly and effectively snatching the ovilus from your best friend.

"what, not gonna stop me?" you tease, sitting up with him and shoving his shoulder playfully.

"nope." he says simply, grinning, "you're much too cute for such behavior as that."

your face turns red; you squeal, dropping the ovilus into your lap and hiding your now bright red face in your hands, trying to hide the idiotic teenage grin on your face. the mahito reaches over and swiftly plucks the device from your lap, sneakily getting up and retreating silently to your backpack.

you hear a stick snap and a small, playfully insincere "oops-" from behind you and you turn around, getting up and quickly spawning next to him. mahito doesn't even jump- he's used to it… you are half curse, after all. he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you grin in response.

"what?" you say.

"should we get started?" he asks. your face pales a little, and his grin softens. he entwines his fingers with yours.

"i'm not gonna leave your side, bunnydrops." he says, firmly squeezing your hand. "i promised once, and i'll gladly promise you again. i won't leave your side unless you ask me to, and even then i might ignore you and stay anyway."

you smile, feeling warm inside as your heart swells with happiness in response to your friend's incredibly protective comment. your smile changes to a determined look, and you nod.

"yeah." you say quietly. "let's get this show on the road… or the grass, i guess."

mahito snorts, barely containing a giggle. you grin, gaining confidence by the second. mahito grins too, tossing the ovilus up into the air and catching it. he turns it over and turns the power switch. his happy, creepily innocent grin turns outright maniacal.

"ask a question, m/n, i got nothin'." mahito says, looking over expectantly at you.

"oh, pfff, uhmm… lemme think-"

"hurry up." the ovilus interrupts. mahito's face turns pale for a split second, and he looks up at you, both of your mouths open in shock. his eyes widen, and he snickers, chiming in.

"is there someone here?" he asks in a welcoming tone, "or did our little toy here malfunction?"

silence.

then…

"here."

"so there is someone here?" you ask, looking over at mahito. you turn a slow circle, scanning the trees around the clearing.

silence.

"yeah." the ovilus says simply.

mahito grins, not bothering to contain the excitement in his eyes.

"help!" the ovilus speaks up suddenly, "demon… trees." then it goes silent... utterly silent.

mahito's eyes widen. he looks over at you curiously.

"is there something here?" you ask, "does it want to hurt you?"

"spirit…" long pause. then, "box." the ovilus says.

mahito looks at you, confusion more than evident in his face.

"spirit box?" he mouths to you, then continuing to talk with the ovilus. "do you know about our equipment? the stuff we've brought with us?"

"spirit box." the ovilus says again.

and then you realize it.

"you want us to use the spirit box instead?"

"yeah!" the ovilus responds, seeming to use a clip with a very annoyed, almost impatient-sounding tone.

"alright, we'll be right back, then." mahito says, "i'll go get the spirit box." he shuts off the ovilus, bending over your backpack and digging out the spirit box. he sets down the ovilus inside the bag and reaches around to the bottom of the device, turning on the spirit box.

your heart and his both skip a beat when the second mahito's finger touches the power switch on the device, it speaks.

"run away." says a calm, high voice through the speaker. at the same time you spin around on your heels, having felt something.

"mahi…" you say, your voice starting to shake, "i just felt a tug on the back of my shirt."

mahito's eyes widen again; he scans the ground around you, looking for any signs of a small child or some other age of spiritual presence. he sees nothing- so he decides to ask a question.

"did you just tug on my friend's shirt?" he asks calmly, "did you pull on m/n's shirt?"

"yeah!" says the same voice, answering immediately. at first you don't notice it; mahito doesn't either.

"do you wanna come out?" you ask bravely, "maybe you wanna show us that you're hear in the clearing with us…?"

you feel another tug on your shirt, then a twig snaps loudly behind you, startling you and mahito both.

"hello."

the voice doesn't come from the spirit box. in fact, nothing comes from the spirit box. the static has gone silent, as though it has turned off… then it turns on again.

you and mahito whip around and a startled scream tears from the bottom of your throat.

there's a teenage japanese-looking girl standing behind you, about thirty feet away. she isn't physically there- is she? she's not too hard to see through… quite literally. she's transparent. she's see-through. you can see the grass below her feet and the trees behind her.

mahito recovers first, moving quickly to stand protectively next to you. he subtly takes your hand in his and laces his fingers into yours, squeezing it tightly.

"hello, miss." he says, both of you bowing respectfully as was commonplace in japan.

the girl smiles, but her left eye twitches and her head convulses slightly to the side, the movement just barely noticeable to you. mahito gives no sign that he's noticed.

"why are you here?" she asks in a toneless voice, tilting her head creepily like a curious kitten.

"we're just here… for fun? i suppose?" mahito answers for you, "we're trying to make contact with the yomi no kuni."

"well…" she says, the absence of tone still there in her voice. you make very, very momentary eye contact with the girl, and primal, animalistic fear takes hold in your heart as you see something darkly colored dripping down her face. it looks like blood… or bile? unhealthy, black bile?

"are you stuck here?" mahito asks.

she nods three times very slowly.

"i was stolen from my home by this forest, dragged away from those i loved who came here with me." she says, looking down at her feet and going silent for a few seconds before continuing. "i am bound to these trees…" she says in a near whisper.

"and now you are too." she ends simply.

the next events happen in a white-hot flash of traumatic bright light. the girl's entire demeanor becomes poltergeistic and hateful, and she seems to glitch electronically out of existence. she reappears not a full foot away from you, and when she spawns there she's screaming at the top of her lungs. the sound doesn't waver, either. it's one consistent, ear drum-breaking sound.

she touches- more like slams- her hand onto your chest right above your heart, and you instantly begin to feel your spiritual control over your body beginning to fade as the spectral bitch slips into your mind like a slimy snake, trying to take your body away from you. your eyes roll up into your skull and you start to scream, the sound exactly identical to the scream she had been producing not a whole second before.

mahito lets go of you and you scream his name in protest, wanting anything but to be left alone with the pains, visions and regrets that flashed before your eyes, the thoughts and actions of this monster of a girl- but he doesn't listen. he doesn't listen. why doesn't he listen? why won't he listen to you? did you do something wrong? did you hurt him? when did you hurt mahito? why didn't he tell you? why won't he listen to you? what did you do to deserve this suffering?

mahito immediately regrets ever getting up because it's beyond crystal clear that whatever is happening to you inside your mind is causing you physical pain throughout your whole body. he wants nothing more than to be there with you, to be by your side, to have you by his side. he wants to switch positions with you, he wants to feel the pain instead of you. why you? why not him? why you? why you?

mahito screams in pure untainted anguish, letting go of your hand and abusing himself for doing it. but he pretends to overcome it. why? because you need him. you need him to save you, you can't do it yourself. your soul isn't inside your body, he can see it writhing violently above your body, having been shoved carelessly away as that vile, transparent bitch of a teenage girl stole your body from you.

"FUCK!" mahito screams. he sprints the short few yards from you to your backpack. you're vaguely aware of the sound of all the expensive equipment in your bag falling out into a pile on the blanket you and mahito had laid out on the grass… but you can't respond.

you simply can't.

your own body refuses to follow the order. you're now levitating three or four feet above the ground, still shrieking at the bottom of your lungs in a female voice that doesn't even belong to your body. the feelings cascading violently through your body are painful, serene, terrified, and bloodstained with hate, all at the same time.

a few yards behind you, mahito finds what he's looking for and turns around, running straight at you with a fire of protective rage in his eyes. he jumps onto a tree stump and uses the leverage and momentum to crash into your chest for the second time, slamming a silver cross into the center of your chest, right over your heart. the pain of the sudden landing on the hard ground snaps you back into reality and you finally stop screaming, the wind knocked out of you as you fell on your back.

a pained, shaking gasp tears out of the bottom of your lungs, and bile rises up into your throat as your now incredibly traumatized soul regains control of your body. you roll weakly onto your front, getting up onto your hands and knees, gasping for air. mahito rushes over to you and wraps his arms around your stomach, giving you a heimlich maneuver and forcing you to throw up, releasing the bitter-tasting white liquid from your throat.

you spit out what doesn't come out quickly, greedily inhaling another pound of oxygen and sitting back onto your calves as your heart finally starts to slow down. you feel mahito's trembling arms pull at your shoulders, and you let him pull you backward until your head lands softly in his lap. his shaking hand touches your forehead and he begins to play weakly with your hair, trying his best to comfort you.

"are-are you ok-kay, m-m/n?" he asks weakly.

"n-nuh-uh…" you say quietly in a weak, high-pitched voice. you lay there for barely a minute before you feel mahito's body stiffen up, and your heart starts to race again. you force your eyes open, looking up into his to see that he's staring up at something a few feet away from you. you sit up, looking up at what he's looking at, and you scream again, backing up on your hands, moving unsteadily backwards in a frantic, ridiculous-looking crab walk.

the teenage girl- or whatever the fuck it actually is- is standing there again, exactly where she had been when she had appeared.

mahito gets up again without hesitation, not wanting her to get her disgusting, malevolent claws on you again. he pulls something out of his pocket- a small glass bottle- and yanks off the cap, throwing the little object at her face. she screeches wildly, a sound that is sure to be heard miles away, her vile clawed hands scratching violently at her eyes, then she explodes in a violent cloud of black smoke, the explosion shaking the ground.

mahito turns and all but teleports back to you, his weight shoving you back into the grass as he hugs you tighter than he's ever held you before. he whispers sweet comforts and nothings into your ear, letting you bawl violently into his neck and shoulder for half an hour before you slowly start to regain composure. only then does he speak.

"we're leaving, bunny."

bunny… that name. it makes you feel better. not much just yet, but… a little bit.

you nod furiously, letting him take you by the waist and pull you into his lap. your equilibrium nearly fails you and it's your turn to fall into his chest, your arms coming out reflexively to wrap around his shoulders for support. he puts his strong hands on your waist and helps you straighten up like the caring friend he is.

then, with absolutely no warning, his lips crash onto yours. your eyes widen in shock and your hand goes to his chest to push him away.

you kind of just let it happen- you've been madly in love with him for the past six years, after all-

and then you realize you just threw up, and your eyes go wide.

"ma-mahi, i taste gross-mph-" mahito cuts you off, pulling you flush against his chest and shoving his tongue into your mouth as he pulls you as close to him as he can possibly get you. his right hand moves from your waist up to your face and he caresses your cheek, then moves down to the back of your neck and pulls you further into the kiss.

"i love you, m/n." he says into your mouth without thinking, "i love you. you're mine, i'm never letting anyone or anything hurt you ever again. never. never-" he kisses you again- "ever," again- "ever."

he eventually lets go of your mouth, finally allowing you to breathe, and you let your head fall into his shoulder. his hand tangles gently into your hand and he pulls you closer, nuzzling his nose against the outer shell of your ear and once again whispering sweet comforts and nothings into your ear, every word caressing your cracked heart like the gentle touch of an angel.

he gently pushes you off his lap and stands up, momentarily leaving with a short comment, "stay here, bunny, i'll be right back." he crosses the clearing and bends over, picking up the glass bottle that you now recognize to be the flask-sized bottle of holy water you had stowed at the bottom of your bag. he smiles softly, returning to your side immediately.

he squats down close-legged-gojo style in front of you and touches your face, pulling you into another soft kiss. he lets his lips linger on yours for a moment before breaking the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the furious pout that adorns your face the second he pulls back.

mahito stands up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him. fortunately (unfortunately?) this time, your balance doesn't betray you, and you stand up alright. you're still shaking a little and your legs feel like jelly- but they specifically feel like old jelly that's been left out to harden.

mahito squeezes your hand and pulls you along, picking up your backpack and slinging it around his shoulder with his free hand. you pick up the blanket as you go, shaking the dirt and ants out of it with your free hand and tossing it over your shoulder to hang.

"mahi…" you say softly.

"yeah?" he responds, his voice almost not there.

"how'd you know…" you start, wanting to ask about the holy water. he shrugs. "i jus' did." he says simply, squeezing your hand again. you walk towards the edge of the clearing, and a few steps away, you stop, realizing something.

"the spirit box, mahi."

he turns and looks at you.

"no." he says, his voice betraying a drop of fear.

"but that shit's expensive, mahi!"

he shrugs it off. "i'll buy you another one."

"whaddo you mean, another one??"

he rolls his eyes, grinning. "y'know, one that's NOT dripping with fear and newfound trauma?" he comments, "i ain't letting that energy attach to either of us, that shit's staying here in this accursed clearing. fuck that."

you stared at him, stunned and clearly kind of confused.

he rolls his eyes again and groans. "m/n, have you seen sam and colby?? the reason they're always catching shit is because they're dragging around objects that absorbed fear and negative energy from all the fucked places they've hit up. i ain't about to let that shit happen to me, let alone you."

"oh…" you say, looking down at your shoes as you think about that, your mind finally starting to run again as the flashbacks finally go away. you look up at him and nod.

"that makes sense." you agree, walking forward and tugging mahito along with you. you take continuous deep breaths the whole way out of the forest, and when you get out, you and your new partner in crime run for it. you run across the field, hand in hand with mahito, running all the way back to your house and making a beeline for your bedroom.

back in the clearing, the spirit box continues to play, the harsh static sound of the spirits traveling the radio world filling the empty clearing with fear.

"i'll… find you… m/n." says the box in broken bits of a sentence as it hunts for the words it wishes to use. "this… isn't-"

silence.

"over."

and then the speaker shuts off and starts to tremble in the grass. the red-orange screen turns black and a crack invades its premises, spreading out off the now broken screen. the metal around the screen begins to bend, then the crack in the screen invades the black plastic containing the device's circuitry, spreading directly down the center of the device.

then the broken box turns on.

"blood." it says in a toneless female voice. the air electrifies with the promise of storm, staining the soil with the fear and pain that young boy felt in the clearing that day… a pain that not even the gods above or below will toil to forget.

the sky darkens…

and the earth begins to rain.

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hydrangeaisplanting · 1 month

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Picture Perfect

The meeting was meant to be quick, just to touch on anything that had happened. They could’ve gone anywhere due to, ya know, not able to be seen. But after that restaurant incident Geto would rather it didn’t happen again, so they were meeting up in a clearing in the nearby forest.

At the same time you were following a path, having no set location. Your class had a photography project coming up, and you needed to collect them before the project started. So your group decided it would be fun to go to the forest.

Luckily enough, they left to find their own topic, which you stuck to the path. If they wanted to take photos then they would need to find you. Unluckily for you nothing interesting happened, so you took a moment to relax.

Sitting behind a decently sized tree trunk, listening to the wildlife. Suddenly interrupted by the sound of talking, and it wasn’t your friends. Looking around only revealed one man, alone but talking to others around.

But he did look interesting, it wasnt everyday you’d see someone in his outfit. So when his back was turned you pulled up your camera, getting the right angle before taking the photo. Just as you took it you finally noticed the other three… people?

One looked human, bluish gray hair with stitches all over his body. At least you could assume with them all over his arms and face.

Another, who looked to represent a mountain. Better as a volcano when lava shot out from his head, clearly angry at something ‘stitches’ said.

The third wasn’t close to human, you could only assume something similar to an octopus. With a thin covering over top, but you didn’t want to know more about it.

But the final one, they could pass off as human if it wasn’t for the wood sticking out of their eye sockets. And probably it’s other non-human traits.

During your look you managed to miss one slip out of sight, instead standing behind you. He could only guess at what you were seeing, maybe a wild animal. And that animal just happened to be the giant red octopus.

You took a few pictures and deemed that enough, putting the camera away before making your way back. Unaware of the trouble you seemed to have found.

The past few days had been boring for Mahito. With nothing to do until today, having been sent after some lowly sorcerer. Apparently they got their hands on a highly wanted cursed tool, sending him knowing he’ll get it back. They don’t need the sorcerer, so it’s fair game.

While he hated said sorcerer, he was thankful for how loud they were. From the nearby forest he could hear them shouting at someone, about who knows what. He couldn’t care less.

Strolling closer until the sorcerer was in his sights, one more step closer revealed his victim. It was you, clutching your camera while they pointed at it. He watches them reach for it, only for you to pull it away.

They didn’t get the hint, almost launching themselves at you. You only stepped away while pulling the camera up, looking through it again. Allowing you to see your saviour.

It was the same blue haired guy from that day, and he wasn’t alone. With, as he called him, Hanami. Said ‘person’ cocked its head seeing you looking, but didn’t make anyother move to say it knew, or alarming the other.

Instead using its free hand to seemingly ‘shoo’ you away. Letting you leave while the other was ranting to the sorcerer, and at this point you didn’t care what for. Taking the chance to turn and leave.

“𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒~” The pair were walking back after the fight with that sorcerer. Well, it was barely a fight, just the two almost bullying the kid. At least they got what they needed, with Hanami holding onto the tool.

“𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?” Instead of a verbal response, which he never expected. Hanami paused, only for a bunch of flowers to sprout all around them. Continuing on as Mahito stood and looked around, specifically at the flowers.

They weren’t just any types, and there weren’t as many different types. Instead limited to [Favourite colour] and [2nd Favourite colour], and being [Favourite flower] mixed with a few more.

Huh, maybe even with the differences, he can picture you two together. Both of you just need a small push.

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cherrys-side-bitch · 2 years

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May I request headcanons of Mahito dating a male reader? Anything is fine really.

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Fluff, Male! Reader, Mild Mahito Slander

He's such an attention whore, I'm not sorry.

When you show him what cuddles are it's all over for you. You dug your own grave man.

Whenever he wants your attention he’ll constantly be bothering you like none other. He's just the worse version of Gojo’s annoying ass and yet you still love him.

He enjoys sitting in your lap since you can't help but pay attention to him.

He teases you like his life depends on it.

This man loves the expressions you make whenever he says something or happens to bother you for any reason.

He likes PDA and it's even worse since Mahito is a curse so these displays are quite the experience, both for you and those around you.

Mahito treats PDA more like a game than anything else, seeing how long you can hold on before you break and look like a lunatic in front of a bunch of people.

If he ever gets jealous for whatever reason he won't express it verbally but it's obvious. He’d probably kill whoever made him feel jealous...

Mahito has never been in a relationship before and it really shows.

He’s a wild card when it comes to dates. Some days he’ll want to simply hang out with you indoors and on others he’ll want to do strenuous outdoor activities.

Loves water balloon fights.

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specialgrades · 10 months

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Not really a request but what are your headcanons on the JJK men's dick sizes?

OHOHO cracks knuckles i can do that. going full in like nanami should be in me rn dick-scriptions time

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna, choso, atsuya kusakabe

GOJO SATORU : a bit above average, a good 6.5 ~ 7in. slight curve upwards. a good 2.5 ~ 3.5in thick. pretty pink flush on the tip, shaft a few shades darker than his skin tone. cut. carpets match the drapes of course, he keeps it trimmed. fun trail tell me i'm wrong (i'm not). super sensitive vein on the underside. sensitive thighs too. grower.

GETO SUGURU : honestly, average cock size. he rounds up to five inches but we all know it's 4 3/4. two inches thick. like gojo, a nice pink flush and a few shades darker. no curve. for sure has a piercing, prince albert probably; silver jewelry. uncut. not a jungle, mildly maintained. sensitive head, especially with the piercing. shower.

NANAMi KENTO : nothing overwhelming, though still impressive. 7.5in long, 3in thick. cut, duel toned because of it. top half is more pink than the rest. short trim. curve to the left. right under the head is the key, he'll bite back a really embarrassing noise if you focus there. grower.

TOJi FUSHiGURO : i pray for y'all toji simps for real, cause fuck. 8.5in easy. 4 inches thick minimum. man built like a tripod. uncut, darker with red undertones. upwards curve. jacob's ladder. three of 'em. this man doesn't shower i'm so sorry. two prominent veins when you pull back the foreskin, sensitive but he'll never show it. shower.

SUKUNA : i pray for y'all as well. find a pringles can. it's bigger. ten inches long, four inches thick. curves upwards and a tad to the right. cut, pale so it gets a nice flush. his tattoos make an appearance, wrapping around the shaft a few times. grower thank god.

CHOSO : average length, 5.5in but thick. four inches. curve to the right, uncut. darker than his skin tone by around four shades. not super trimmed, a delicious fun trail leading to a mild bush. mildly sensitive head, though go for his navel and you'll get a lovely show of him getting all breathy and twitching. shower.

ATSUYA KUSAKABE : i've only just met this man but i want him. carnally. so... six inches in length and 2.5 in width. cut, duel toned though you can't really tell until he's flushed and the top half goes a pretty dark pink. like choso, tasteful amount of hair with the fun trail. one prominent vein that's sensitive, under the head too. grower.

#💌 ; asks.#gonna tag. all of them. hello *dies*#jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #geto suguru x male reader #nanami kento x male reader #toji fushiguro x male reader #sukuna x male reader #choso x male reader #atsuya kusakabe x male reader #tagging m!reader even tho it's not specific cutely #i wrote this instead of doing the dishes like my dad reminded me a good five times #me holding up a ruler while writing this: jesus christ. fuck.#i was gonna add mahito but that man can just change it at will and lies too. has never told the truth in his life #✏️ ; works.

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yanderemommabean · 2 months

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

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

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

-Mommabean

#yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #mommabean #yandere Mahito #yandere smut #yandere dubcon #yandere noncon #yandere male #yandere lemons #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #mahito x reader

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s1ckh1mb0 · 7 months

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Don’t hate me y’all..

But mahito fine asl😭

#fanfic #x character #x reader #spotify #x black reader #x black male reader #x male reader #x black plus size reader #mahito #jjk x reader #mahito x reader

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loverofnobara · 1 year

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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.

"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!"

[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.

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.

[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.

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"

Overall, Mahito as a sibling friend is fun, crazy, and unpredictable. It adds some suspense and adventure to [Name]s life.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu x reader #jujutsu headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #mahito x reader #mahito x you #jjk fluff #mahito hcs #mahito fluff #jjk x you #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x gn!reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader

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jojorefrence23 · 2 months

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#jujutsu kaisen #avatar the last airbender #demon slayer #shinobu kocho #geto suguru #mahito #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #choso kamo #dagon jjk #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #x male reader #male reader

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midnightshade · 7 months

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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: 3,747

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, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐜. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

It was small, at first. A nearly imperceptible itch in the back of his skull, a passing feeling he could simply shrug off as his imagination.

As the weeks passed, that small discomfort grew into full-blown paranoia. No matter where he went, whether he was in a crowd or all alone, all he could feel was eyes.

Eyes

Eyes watching his every movement, branding themselves onto his skin and picking apart his very soul. It made his skin fester and tingle, as if the eyes were buried deep down inside.

His nails ached with the temptation to dig at his own skin, urging himself to dig the eyes out. The blood caking underneath his 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, he 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 he knew better. That feeling in his gut was one he had only ever felt when there was a Curse involved.

He was a sorcerer, at least in the technical sense. He could see Curses all his life, but he was never involved in the system and never wanted to be. His grandmother had told him stories growing up about how many people died in that field, about how they saw you as a weapon first and a person second.

He had been careful to hide their abilities. Not only to keep a low profile, but because he 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 he would risk telling anyone about the eyes. They wouldn't understand. They would lock him away in some facility, and contacting a Jujutsu sorcerer was out of the question as well.

He didn't want to be involved with them, and they were far too expensive for his budget. Still, he had to do something. He couldn't live like this forever.

He knew he had to take things into his own hands if he wanted to be free from this Curse.

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The crickets chirped a pleasant melody as they walked along the path, clutching he bag tightly to their chest. Inside were candles and prayer paper. He had never used them before, but the owner at the spiritual shop assured him they would work.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his 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 he didn't feel the eyes on him. It was rare to get a moment without them, but he was grateful for it. He didn't know what he would do if he had to walk back home all alone with those eyes following him.

"It's not safe to walk alone at night. There could be monsters."

A voice spoke directly into his 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 he stood rooted in his place. He couldn't even bring himself to scream. He just stood there, frozen in terror as a hand squeezed his shoulder.

Then he felt it again – the eyes.

His head moved on its own, his movements stiff as he almost seemed to disassociate. He finally looked into the very same eyes that had been watching him all this time.

A man stared back at him, 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.

He 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 him, a wide, almost playful smile on his face.

"Who are you?" He finally whispered. His voice sounded far away.

The Curse seemed to find his 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 his body, spurring him into action. He turned on his heel, slamming his bag into his face, causing the plastic to rip and scatter an assortment of candles and prayer paper across the pavement.

He didn't stick around to see if it did anything, immediately bolting down the path and towards the woods, hoping he would be able to lose him.

He could hear Mahito laugh and give chase, as if he thought they were simply playing a game of tag.

Blood pounded in his ears as his feet pounded against the ground, sending shocks up his legs and reverberating in his skull. Tears burned his eyes, making it hard to see in the already pitch black woods.

The ground was uneven and slick from rain. He stumbled, crying out as he struggled to keep his footing. In his heart he knew he had no hope of escaping, but he knew he had to try.

He could hear Mahito shriek with laughter not too far from him, screaming words of encouragement as he tried to keep his lead on him. Whatever he was saying, he couldn't hear it over the sound of his own heavy breathing.

He kept running, swatting branches out of the way as he clumsily lurched forward, his body already feeling heavy and cold. His foot caught the gnarled root of an old tree, sending him sprawling down over the side of a hill and deeper down into the woods.

He barely had time to try and break his fall, let alone to scream. He simply curled up into a ball in an attempt to minimize the damages. Eventually, he rolled to a stop.

Pain enveloped his body like a blanket. He curled up, panting as he tried not to cry. Nothing felt broken, but he was sore and tired.

He wanted so badly to just lay there, to give up. Close his eyes and pretend this was all a bad dream, but his instincts screamed at him to keep moving; Pain was temporary, death was permanent.

Ignoring the ache in his bones, he scrambled to his hands and knees, feet slipping out from under him thanks to the damp leaves. He couldn't even stand before a hand found the back of his neck, pushing him back down against the muddy ground.

A scream poised itself on his tongue, but it was cut short when a hand clamped over his mouth, reducing it to a pitiful whimper.

"I win!"

Mahito leaned over, pressing against him from behind. His grip was surprisingly powerful, effortlessly keeping him in place.

He moved back just enough to flip him around onto his back, forcing him to look up at him. His lips pulled back in a vicious grin when he saw his soul waver. That terrified look painted on his face was just too good. His eyes wide and puffy as tears streamed down his handsome face, his bottom lip trembling.

"No need to cry about it. No one likes a sore loser," Mahito teased.

Mahito reached up, cupping his cheek in a surprisingly soft gesture, using his thumb to wipe away his tears. He flinched at the contact. His skin was cold to the touch.

"A-are you going to kill me?" He sniffled, voice cracking as he struggled to speak through his tears.

Mahito looked at him, seemingly disappointed. He pouted, asking, "Kill you? Where's the fun in that?"

For a brief moment, he saw his soul strengthen. He seemed cautiously relieved.

He paused, knowing he shouldn't get too carried away. He wasn't out of the woods yet.

"Then, are you going to hurt me?"

Mahito seemed to pause at that. The way he studied him, like some strange insect, made his pulse skyrocket.

"Maybe, I haven't decided yet," he admitted. He pulled him up by the front of his 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."

He suppressed a whine, his hands pressing against Mahito's chest. He felt solid and unmoving. More like a wall than a person. He didn't understand what he was saying or who this 'Geto' person was, but he had a feeling none of what he was saying was good for him.

"Why were you watching me for so long?" He asked, finally building up the courage.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his fear was replaced with anger and perhaps curiosity. He never thought he was all that interesting, so why would a Curse this powerful go out of his way to study him?

Mahito's eyes sparked with intrigue. He saw the slight change in his 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 he could say anything else, Mahito shoved him back down against the ground, his hands grabbing the hem of his pants as he tugged them down.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" he 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 him 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 him down by the shoulders and to spread his 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.

He couldn't help but stare. Despite his fear, he was 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 he hated to admit it. He 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.

He squinted in the light as his 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. He wanted to yell at himself for finding his stalker handsome.

Mahito was no different. His eyes raked over his body, admiring it. He was cute – shaking like a leaf, now more from cold than fear, and covered in leaves and dirt. His bottom was bare and his shirt was lifted just enough to expose his stomach.

He lowered himself down, admiring his exposed ass. This was the hole Geto had told him to fuck. He moved his hands to spread his 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 he 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 his ass, his thighs wrapped around his head. He swiped his tongue up over his hole, giving it an experimental lick. It didn't taste bad, but he decided the best part was the way he 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 him scream in pain as he forced himself inside, but Mahito decided he wanted this to feel good for him. It would be far more fun, hearing his whines and complaints turn into begging.

He grabbed onto his hips, his fingers digging into his plush skin as he held him steady. He continued his assault on his ass, licking and sucking at his hole. He looked up at him, watching closely.

He had his eyes screwed shut, his jaw dropped open as he whined and moaned without wanting to. It felt so good! Too good! Mahito was clearly inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm.

His sounds were pretty, but Mahito wanted his full attention. He moved one of his hands to his neck. "Look at me," he ordered.

The feeling of his hand on his neck made his heart lurch with fear, but he bit his lip, feeling his hardening cock throb. He opened his teary eyes, giving the Curse what he wanted and staring down at him.

His hole was clenching around nothing, coated in Mahito's spit, and the throbbing in his dick was nearly unbearable. He was only licking over his hole, not pushing anything in or stroking his neglected cock.

"P-please. Inside— put it inside!" He whined. He didn't have time to feel shame or embarrassment over the fact that he was whining like a bitch in heat for his tormentor. All he wanted was some release.

Mahito smirked against him, feeling a twinge of accomplishment over having gotten him 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 his instead, bringing his tongue to his 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 him with it.

His back arched at the intrusion, the air leaving his body as Mahito finally gave him what he wanted. He reached down, his fingers pulling at his hair as he grinded against his mouth.

His legs bent as he raised his hips off the ground, moaning shamelessly as he felt his tongue grow larger inside of him, diligently eating him out.

Mahito's eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the flavor coating his tongue and the way he grinded on his face. For as much as he was enjoying hearing him come apart on his tongue, he was getting antsy. His cock was aching and he was losing his patience. He wanted to feel him.

He pulled his tongue out, letting it shrink back to a normal size. A strand of saliva connected his mouth with his now clenching asshole.

He whined at the sudden loss, something that didn't go unnoticed by Mahito.

"Are you really whining?"

His chest rose and fell as he panted, attempting to catch his 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 him. Sorcerers really did have a screw loose.

He leaned over him, a twisted smirk pulling his features. He could see saliva covering the Curse's lips and chin.

Without a word, Mahito closed the distance between them, pressing his slickened lips against his 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 he moaned into his mouth, lips parting to allow him inside, tasting himself on his tongue. He understood when he clung to him, his fingers finding his hair once more and pulling harshly, sending a mix of pain and pleasure down his spine.

Mahito quickly slotted himself between his legs, his hard cock rutting against his dick. He could feel it, hot and heavy against the underside of his dick, leaking pre-cum from his swollen, purple tip. He was needy.

Mahito continued kissing him, rutting against him for a few moments longer before moving his hips back. He nudged at his entrance, marveling in the way his ass seemed to suck his tip in. He teased himself along his entrance before shoving in with a single thrust, starting a brutal pace as he finally started to fuck him.

He screamed against his mouth, pain shooting through his body. Even with how wet he was, and even with Mahito stretching him open, it was still so much!

He grabbed his hair, forcing his head back as he pounded into him, hips snapping frantically as he fucked his clenching hole. He didn't mind that he was scratching at his arms, he was too lost in how good he felt around him.

Mahito wasn't going to last long, but neither was he. He had already gotten him 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.

He was starting to have a hard time breathing, what with Mahito's constant kisses and his brutal pace. He frantically pulled at his hair, relief flooding his system as he pulled away to let him breathe.

Mahito watched as he inhaled sharply, breathing deeply between his moaning and gasping. He lowered his head, choosing instead to keep his mouth busy with his neck. He bit and sucked at the exposed skin, eager to mark him as his own.

He couldn't believe how good this felt. How good he 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!

He clung tightly to him, drooling as his eyes rolled back into his head. Never had he ever been fucked so hard before. Mahito's hips seemed to blur, and every thrust sent him closer to the edge.

Mahito reached up, wrapping one of his hands around his cock as he pumped his hand up and down the shaft, hearing the man beneath his scream in ecstasy as he pleased him.

He could feel himself begin to come undone as his walls fluttered around him even harder. The way his screams got louder and needier let him know he was close. His balls smacked against his 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 his tight little ass sucking him, increasing their pleasure.

Mahito panted, laughing as he felt his velvety walls spasm as he came around his cock, sucking him in even deeper. Mahito watched as his dick twitched, spraying a hot load all over his chest.

The feeling of his ass squeezing him was indescribable and it sent Mahito over the edge into his own orgasm. He finished, hips stuttering as he began pumping him 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," he whined beneath him.

Mahito refocused on him, having nearly forgotten he was there. He collapsed in a heap, chest heaving from exhaustion as he pushed at his chest.

Reluctantly, Mahito pulled himself out, his cock now soft as he slipped from his 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 own cock into his pants and began pulling up his pants after.

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 him up off the ground, holding him to his chest as he plucked a leaf out of his hair. He had to make sure to take good care of him. He was special. He was his.

He didn't even squirm or try to get away. He was far too tired to try and it wouldn't work anyway. His head fell against his chest, his eyelids drooping from exhaustion.

He was vaguely aware that he had stood up, cradling him in his arms as he effortlessly walked through the woods.

"I'll take good care of you, " Mahito decided, smiling down at his sleepy face as he started his journey back to Dagon's Domain.

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uraharasfavoriteexperiment · 11 days

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hey guys! hayle here, one of two admins on this blog! so i'm in the editing phase of a mahito x m!reader fic involving the yawata no yabushirazu forest in ichikawa, japan, s i thought i'd make a little post including some research i've done, as well as some information regarding some of the devices mahito and reader use to communicate with the spirits in the forest they're in. read up, and feel free to reblog this to spread the info to friends!

the yawata no yabushirazu forest, commonly shortened to "yawata forest," or "the forbidden forest," ichikawa is a sizeable and fairly developed city just outside tokyo, less than half an hour away, with an estimated population of 500,000 people. ichikawa lies in the western kiba chen prefecture of east-central honshu, japan. ichikawa is located along the edo river, and across the river borders tokyo to the west, and is also located just northwest of funabashi.

the yawata forest is home to many spiritual legends, many of which are the primary reason the forest was given its name. one fairly prevalent theory about the yawata forest is that it's involved with taira no masakado, who the japanese label to be the first samurai.

another largely effective reason the forest is so famous is because of the large expanse of trees' funny little habit of whisking people away to never be seen again, which leads me to a comment mahito makes in the story: " 'did you know that this forest is part of what inspired spirited away? the studio ghibli movie?' mahito says softly, grinning."

mahito was correct in making this comment; a considerably large piece of the inspiration for studio ghibli's animated movie spirited away was the yawata forest's silly little habit of, essentially, repeated mass kidnapping.

the story in question involves some moderately heavy paranormal content, a large part of which consists of mahito and reader using some paranormal investigation devices such as the ovilus, the spirit box, the electromagnetic field (emf) reader, and more. now don't mind me while i explain the main uses of each device that appears in the story.

the ovilus - the ovilus is a communication device invented in god knows when by bill chappel. the device used by professional and amateur/just-for-fun explorers and ghost hunters in paranormal investigations. the device works by detecting electromagnetic energy- which may appear in the form of, for example, voices that living ears can't detect- then assigning a number to it that corresponds with a word in the dictionary. spirits and other entities (ie: demons, poltergeists) use the ovilus to attempt conversations with the living people who are operating the device. some alternatives to the ovilus that operate similarly are the spirit box, the hexcom, and the polterscript.

the estes method - the estes method is a method of interworld communication used by some of the more daring explorers and ghost hunters. the method was created by karl pfeiffer during his investigation of the stanley hotel in estes park, colorado, and is now a widely popular method of communication that many people use. the method requires two or more people in order for the attempt(s) to work, and it involves one- sometimes two, as seen in some of sam and colby's videos- people putting on noise-cancelling headphones that are connected to a spirit box. the person(s) wearing the headphones are also blindfolded. the other member(s) of the group ask the spirits questions and attempt general conversations with the spirits in the room or area, and the spirits or entities may choose to or not to use the spirit box to speak into the headphones, sometimes in response to questions asked by the living side of the conversation, and the wearer(s) of the headphones and blindfold repeat every word they hear. the estes method is very effective, and many questions asked receive an answer, but sometimes the words they spirits say are random, and sometimes they're unsolicited tid bits of information corresponding to the spirit's death, their opinions, their goals, etc.

the séance method - the séance method is another common communication method used by explorers and paranormal investigators. this method is sort of similar to the estes method, but this one fortunately doesn't involve cutting off people's two most important senses. the seance method involves setting candles in a circle on a table or floor and lighting them, and it's not uncommon for people to put cups of water and relevant objects inside the circle and surround the circle of candles and/or sometimes the area directly around them with a line of salt as an attempt to keep potential poltergeists and malevolent spirits at bay of physical contact; most people don't want to be scratched and burned by demons posing as little girls with depressing death stories. the séance method has been used many times in historically famous attempts at conversation with spirits, demons, poltergeists, etc., and seems to have a lightly sporadic rate of failure versus success in comparison to the estes method, which almost always works, whether it's just the spirit box spewing shit or an actual spirit.

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a largely common source i'd like to give credit to for the information in this post is hada, my lovely professional ghost hunting boyfriend, fellow owner and creator and primary organization person of this account!

yawata forest location/landscape informationovilus informationthe estes methodtaira no masakadoan interesting example of an investigation/exploration of the forest

this post shall be updated as i continue to write the story. feel free to subscribe to the conversation in the comments under the post if you'd like to ask me a question or make a comment! i'm always open to new information and ideas for the story, and new bits of history as well! please do like this post if you found it interesting, and feel free to reblog this to spread the info to friends!do not copy or repost this information verbatim on other fandom and social media sites, i am a law student and i am in full understanding of my rights of copyright. you have been pleasantly warned.

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