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Curse!Reader x Mahito || 18+ MDNI
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Synopsis:
In which our favorite shape shifting psychopath discovers the wonders of sex with someone equally fucked up in the head, all under a philosophical motif of the Knowledge Argument/Mary's Room, a thought experiment posing that certain mental states can't be known unless you experience them yourself.
A/n: Bringing this over from AO3! It was brought about in my annoyance at every Mahito fic being non-con and others yet thinking the man is illiterate. Listen, he may have been born yesterday but he's read more philosophy than you and me. This has an overarching Mary's room motif, skim it over, your enjoyment will be increased threefold. Just like your cl- Wikipedia article if you can't watch.
Tw: dead dove: do not eat, body horror, sadomaso, asphyxiation/choking, blood kink, double penetration, p in v, anal, murder kink, necrophilia mention, shapeshifting. However!! praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, consensual sex, size kink, no actual murder takes place.
Word count: 6,1k words
Epigraph:
He lowered his abs over your back again and got close to your ear. Licks, pecks and bites peppered your back, popping up in places you know mouths shouldn't be. “The pleasure of your wet, gorgeous pussy, deep and clenching for me… No dead or unwilling thing has it. You'll come for me again, won't you, dearie?
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"Absolutely feral” is not enough to describe what was going on between you and Mahito. He groped every part of you, your ass, your thighs, your breasts, the fat on your hips. Arms scratched and pinched at the muscle and fat on every part of your torso with his fingers. All while his tongue licked all over your mouth and lips, swirled around yours, elongated down to your throat. His jaw took in more and more like he would gobble you up. You had your hands way up under his poncho, scratching his back to raw flesh.
This had started as a conversation. You were barely a sketch of a curse, not rivaling the strength of the other ones you knew, but shapely enough to pass as human to those who could see you. You tried your best to mind your own business and stay in hiding, fully aware the persecution of sorcerers could end you in one fell swoop. The unfinished subway station you liked to call home was where you spent most of your time. Nestled between the decaying scaffolding, the staff room was where you sat with him, the only furnished room among the many half-finished nooks of the construction site. The bare surfaces didn't bother you, and the room had remained thankfully untouched in the two or so years since construction was halted and abandoned.
You, however, neglected none of the room. Whenever you had the chance to be around humanoid curses, you made a point to invite them over. You loved to banter and befriend, but just as much as you loved to occasionally hit the jackpot for one that you could sleep with. You didn't care to investigate your origins, but you weren’t born of anything family-friendly, you knew that much.
You'd known Mahito for a while. He was introduced to you by Kenjaku, an annoying body-hijacker who'd seeked to recruit you for his revolutionary cause. You wanted none of it, especially keen on self-preservation, but the two of you had hit it off. Two curses of the psyche had plenty to commiserate about, so you often hung around each other. And you'd just now managed to have him in your nest. Of course it wasn't every time you dragged someone to your staff room that you wanted to fuck them, and you certainly wouldn't mind if it led nowhere. But he was the most human of all curses – maybe of all there were – so of course you wanted to ask him about sex. To your surprise, his opinions were less than satisfactory.
“It's not as good as murder, to be honest.” He tapped the arm of the couch he was slouched on, staring you down with conflicting feelings. It was definitely not what he was here to talk about, but it did leave him curious.
“Are you serious? You've been doing it on things that don't move, haven't you?” It was the explanation you could conoct for why he would think that.
“I can make them move, you know? I've put the parts together, it's just not all that.” He retorted.
“It's about more than the parts. It's the entirety of the person you're with.”
“I've tried full, intact humans. The first one I, uh… killed them by accident. Another one I killed beforehand and they start going cold and don't feel as nice. I kinda gave up after that, I really don't see how it's so hyped.”
“Yeah, that's not the fun way to do it. You're trying to get on the level of fragile, puny humans.” You looked to the side in pure contempt.
The disgust for human weakness nearly seeped out of you. You'd tried humans, and as good as sex was with anyone, you also boasted similar results. You had no need to kill or force, like he likely did. They flocked to you. It was easy, it was your nature. But it always ended in a body to discard. You did wonder, partly, if it was in the inherent fact of being a curse that your drive to fulfill your desire ended in human death. But killing wasn't the drive you yearned for, and you were more than happy to have something that would live to fuck another day. It was the whole reason you enjoyed other curses much more, anyway.
“Alright, I'll bite.” Mahito smiled. “What's the fun way?”
Your lips curled into a smile worth a hundred bucks. Now here you were, gripping his hair, licking his teeth and waiting eagerly for what came next.
Mahito lifted you up into his lap with what seemed like two arms wrapping around your thighs like thick belts. Two others squished and pulled on your asscheeks, torturing them, digits slipping forward to tease your clothed entrance from below. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, even though you didn't need to make much strength to be carried around. Against your belly, his hard-on pushed a tent on his leather pants. He pulled away from you with a laugh.
“This really isn't bad!”
“We haven't even started.” you leaned into his ear, scraping your lips against it before biting hard at his earlobe. “The fun part is that you can fuck me up”.
His eyes gleamed with fun and desire.
“How?” He pinned you against one of the walls. His smile was unnaturally wide, tugging at the muscles of his cheeks, pushing them up against his lower eyelids that squeezed against his fiery wide glare.
“However you want.” Your own stare burned with passion, knowing the idea of destroying you would fuel his fire to the maximum.
His dick twitched in his pants, achingly hard. A fifth arm stretched out of his stitched, toned right shoulder. His hand caressed the side of your face, combing your hair slowly back, tucking it behind your ear, before gripping your face roughly and pushing your head against the wall. He deformed it, veins and muscles bulging and pulsing in waves through your face and down your neck, while you healed up, undoing his damage and rolling your eyes back into your head. You savored his torture. His mismatched eyes burned with glee and he laughed, near maniacally, at your enjoyment.
“You-! You are too much fun!” He licked his lips and continued to cackle, like he had a front seat in the world's best joyride.
“More from the inside.” You teased. You lowered your hand to his pants and wrapped your fingers around the outline of his dick. He hissed as you stroked him, making you bite your lip at the sound.
The hand that was deforming your face stopped its transfiguring and moved to the top of your head, where it pulled your hair. He pressed your body further against the wall, giving you enough stability to bring both your hands to his pants, unzip them and allow his cock to spring free from the leather. You wrapped your hand around it and stroked him. Starting at the base, where it sprouted through the patch of brown fur that framed it, all the way to its pink round head. Your other hand caressed his abdomen, circling and clawing at the stitches in his cum gutters.
Mahito moaned and bucked his hips into your touch, squeezing your ass and thighs harder, pulling on your hair tighter. His eyes fluttered and his mouth hung open, before his sight landed on your chest, rising and falling under your tight fit shirt.
You encouraged him with a hum and the hand that was pulling your hair moved downwards, where its forearm split into halves. They promptly scrunched the cloth at the neck seam, one on each side, and ripped it apart, turning it to a cluster of circular tatters hanging from your waist and arms. His lips let out a long loud breath with the aftersound of a suppressed moan, almost like he was trying not to drool at the sight. He buried his face in your chest with nothing but nirvana in his mind.
You held the back of his head and nuzzled his hair as you kept stroking him, his pleasure-filled expression hidden between your breasts. Your breaths were heavy, and he would not stop letting out quiet grunts at your handjob. His hands roughly massaged your ass and the flesh belts around your thighs cut circulation to your feet, making them tingle. The arm that had split in two reunified, being joined by a sixth on the left side, and they both fondled your breasts. Mahito squeezed his face between the mounds and placed unrestrained bites and licks on them. When he felt himself getting close, he placed his lips against your ribs and muttered into them.
“You were right. I need the rest of it. I need to get in you.”
Mahito gripped your shoulders and slammed you against the wall once again, making you fumble the stroking rhythm you had. With the other pair of arms he gripped your asscheeks like rough dough and pulled you against him, rubbing his dick over your crotch. His nails dug in to the point of piercing cloth.
He brought his arms down from your breasts to fumble with the string of your pants. Unable to pull them or rip them away because of your legs around him, he turned around and let go of your ass, making you fall head-first into the floor. An unpleasant cracking was heard and blood splattered in a beautiful halo around your head, and you just healed the concussion shut. The only thing off the floor were your legs, still held at the sides of his hips. He stepped back and pulled your pants off with two hands at the rim and the two belts at the thighs, now sliding down to your knees and shins. When the pants were off, he tossed them to the side and recoiled the belts back into his body.
With now four arms, he crawled over you and pressed your legs apart. Mahito ripped the underwear you had like it was made of paper, throwing the pieces to the side. He held his dick in one hand, gently rubbing the head against your labia.
“God, I'm going to ruin you.” He grinned with a sing-sing tune of pure glee.
You grabbed him by the poncho and pulled him down to your level so you could talk.
“Think I'm not already rotten?” You whispered into his ear and licked your bottom lip, awaiting his response.
Instead of a witty remark, he just buried himself into you until bottoming out. He bit his lip and swallowed a big gulp, and you salivated with lascivious anticipation watching the stitches on his neck rise and fall from the movement.
“Fuck… This is good.” He muttered almost resentfully.
He threw his head back and enjoyed the feeling of your warm cunt. It was slicker than whatever he had before. Deeper. Warmer. Everything about the real thing, with the wetness and interaction of a willing participant, didn't compare to what he had done to transfigured humans, or to corpses, or to himself. Snapping back to reality, he started moving, and without much buildup he went right to pumping into you repeatedly. He was not at all mindful of still having his clothes on, of being on the cold floor, or even recalled being able to transfigure you while he was at it. All he could enjoy was the feeling.
You gripped the cloth falling over his back and started bunching it over his stitched shoulders, tucking his hair out of the way. When you got to the rim, you pulled the poncho over his head and he carelessly shoved it aside, shaking it off of the single arm that was stuck in its segmented sleeve. His hair fell forward with the movement and it now hung over you, grazing and tickling your chest. The view of his abs over you as he pounded was significantly better than a damn windowpane poncho.
Your own hands were busy as you tugged forcefully on a strand of his hair and decided to touch yourself, bringing about the familiar buildup of heat and electricity in the pit of your stomach. He noticed your hand and soon had it joined by an extra mouth, sprouting comically forward from his lower abdomen, right through his treasure trail. The mouth licked right with and over your fingers, and soon you were holding your pussy open for him, pressing down on your labia with your fingers. Their occasional twitching, your body's way to dispel some of the tension it was building.
“Do you want to feel what it's like when something comes around you? When they squeeze with you inside?” You teased, coaxing dirty talk out of him.
“I do… Come and scream my name. Fuck, I want to watch your face while you do it.”
“Then fuck me harder…” You mewled. His thrusts got stronger and he brought one of the arms sustaining his torso to grip your shoulder and push you harder against him with every pound. Your back chafed against the concrete, ripping at the skin of your scapulas. The mouth on your clit latched on and flicked its tongue around, catching the bud repeatedly.
Mahito lifted the last arm that sustained his torso from the floor, putting his weight on your thighs with the other pair. It forced them higher. It made your muscles sting. You unfolded your knees and placed your calves on his shoulders, and the position was riveting. He placed that hand on your mouth, where he pulled your lips, pinched your tongue, enjoyed the drool. Mahito straightened his back, lifting his torso away from your face. He ended up gripping your lower jaw like a handle, his knuckles under your tongue and thumb pressing into the soft spot under your chin. His nails cut the bottom of your mouth and he probably dislocated your jaw a couple of times with his thrusting, but fuck if you cared.
Your eyes rolled over as the heat built up higher and your toes curled around nothing. You thrashed your feet about in restlessness and the hands holding your thighs apart just tightened their grip, wavering with the movement of the muscles underneath them. You called out to him as promised and came around him. The pressure washed away in waves, rolling over you one by one in electric spasms. The tongue in the abdominal mouth flattened against your clit and you let it lick a trail slowly upwards. He could barely process his thoughts when the first spasm jolted your lower region.
“Ma- a- Ah!!” you fumbled your attempt to utter his name a second time.
“Ah...! Shit!” His eyes shot open and his mouth hung agape as you clenched around his dick.
He lost the regularity in his thrusting and let his sight glaze over, twitching at the feeling of your slick. The pulse brought him over the edge, and before your orgasm had fully waived he was moaning and pumping sloppily into you, spurting warm cum through your insides. His moans were even louder than yours, and his arms shook from the pleasure. Your half-lidded eyes framed by sweat met his and he had to shut them and turn his head away so he wouldn't be distracted. He moaned with the shivers that ran down his legs, his abdomen spasming and clenching. The abdominal mouth hung and drooled against your crotch, devoid of mind.
“Shit… you got so tight.” Mahito sighed, catching his breath, still coming down from his high.
“Isn't it so nice? You'll have to make me come again if you want more of that.” you giggled, partly trying to convince him to please you harder.
“Oh, I'll do so much more than make you come.” The man shook his head softly and looked down on you with a grin.
He didn't have such an issue as a refractory period. As soon as his dick went soft, he just made himself a new one and pushed that within you instead.
“Ah… More…” you cooed after his first few thrusts and it gave him a brand new idea.
Without ever pulling out, he made his cock a full double its volume. It shifted with delicious waves to the length of his foot and the thickness of a wrist. You bit your lips feeling its growth inside you, expanding your walls tighter. He pulled it out just to tease and even pushing it back took a little effort. The member stretched you open, the friction helped by all the wet and seed already inside. You felt a tinge of pride in your own pussy for taking it. He went right back to fucking. The pounding of this new dick made you feel so delightfully full, and the mild pain of his tip hitting your cervix was nothing but seasoning to your masochism. He wouldn't slide all the way in, instead he just pushed against the spongy back of your pussy until he felt too much resistance and slid back out, again and again.
The hand he once had in your mouth slithered down to your neck, where it was soon joined by the one that held your shoulder. He now had two hands on your thighs and two on your neck. He put his full weight on your trachea, and he seemed to love the feeling of wrapping his fingers around your small chunk of spine and muscle and grip it tight, with full suffocating intent. You couldn't breathe, but you didn't need to. His rhythmic slams against your cunt translated to his fingers digging harder and harder into your flesh, unrelenting as tugs on a zip tie. Pump after pump after pump, the pressure on your neck and on your cervix mixed in your head. They fought for your attention in turns with whichever felt strongest at any given second.
“Ah… I want to kill you so bad. I wanna blow you up into pieces.” Both arms pressed into your neck hard enough to scrunch it thin, folding the skin into rolls. He admired it as its color transitioned in a spotty gradient from pale to pink to red, to near grape under his fingers.
You couldn't talk, but you ran your finger under his chin and up his cheek, up to the stitches near his ear. You gripped the hair at the back of his head with both hands and held the blue-gray strands tight while he rolled repeatedly into you. He hissed in contentment at the feeling of you around him, at the sight of him around you, at the collapsing of your trachea under his hands. It made him way too aroused.
His gaze dropped slowly to your abdomen again and, with an intrusive thought, he decided to push into you until the base of his shaft. The pain stole your attention fully to your nether region. He pushed past any point of comfort into your cervix and gawked at the sight of your abdomen bulging ever so slightly to accommodate him. The sight made his dick twitch with the will to release. The feeling of pushing into your cervix past its intended size put wonderful pressure against his head. He pumped again and immediately had to stop himself because his stomach was coiling in pleasure against his will.
“Shit… I don't wanna come again already.” He let go of your neck and pulled out of you with haste, leaving with a loud sigh.
The curse panted loudly and stood up with laborious effort. He used this break to get his pants fully off. Both gasped for air, though you had much more of a reason. He wormed his legs out one after the other like boneless noodles and threw the pants in roughly the same direction where his poncho sat on the floor.
“You've made yourself such a gorgeous body.” you sat up and reached forward to grip the stitches in his thighs with admiration. You ran your digits over the raised clamps along the scar lines and resisted the urge to lean forward to kiss them. Mahito had kept human legs, even if the hairy patch around his base was still more like fur than pubes. Everything about his body was perfect to you. He snorted.
“You like it?” His smile widened. “How about this?”
With that, he split the dick mercilessly in half and reshaped both semicircles to the same girth as the first. He now had two wonderful shafts of exquisite size hanging from the soft brown fuzziness of his crotch.
“Fuck…” You whined, wordless except for the blushing in your cheeks and the glistening in your eyes. You scooted closer to him and sat up on your knees to get your mouth to the height where it could ghost over the shafts. You held them and fidgeted with their shapes, occasionally running your tongue along them, kissing their sides and cupping his balls. You looked up at him as you placed a hard lick over one of the tips and then the other in succession, tasting the precum that seeped from both. He could swear his balls ached at the sight.
“Get up and turn around for me?” Mahito grabbed both shafts and stepped back to keep you from worshiping them any longer. You bemoaned the loss, but got up and turned your back to him.
He embraced you with care and placed pecks on your neck. Mahito stretched an arm to the side and pushed the small wooden table that sat in the middle of the room against a wall. He walked forward with you until he had your legs pushing against the table’s edge and both of you faced the wall. You watched with wonder and a tinge of horror as a bramble of independent limbs split from his own and wrapped around the table.
Mahito placed a long, breathy kiss on your nape before putting his palm on your back and bending you over. You let him hold your wrists delicately and put them together above your head. He guided your forearms to lean against the wall, where he gripped them tight, making sure your hands wouldn't go anywhere. Two hands stretched from the table only to hold you by the lats, steadying you. Still carefully, the curse rubbed your shoulders and bent over you. He kissed your back and ran his other three hands down your sides, squeezing your anatomy and rubbing gentle scratches on the fats he could grip.
“You are being so wonderful, sweetheart.” Mahito placed kisses all over your back, his hair dragging ticklish paths along your sides. You looked back at him. The mood seemed to shift to something more loving than you ever expected.
“So caring all of a sudden? What's the matter, are you insecure about the b-- ahh?” He immediately shoved the top shaft inside your pussy until the base, shutting up any cocky comments coming out of you. The pain devolved your words into incoherence.
“You don't think I'm some kid, do you? I enjoy your teasing, but I'm inexperienced, not stupid. I'm being nice because I need you to relax if I want them both in.” He patted your butt and rubbed it in circles with both hands. “So you'll just enjoy it for me, yes?”
“I will… Mahito.” The line left you breathless. He was suddenly so much hotter than you'd thought. So far you thought you'd been commanding him, but it hadn't crossed your mind that he knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.
As he was standing behind you, he had a perfect view of your entrance dripping for him and he gripped your asscheeks and hummed while looking down at it. The way your back arched so nicely against him when he rolled his hips into you was almost as riveting and the feeling of the bottom dick rubbing against your clit with his back and forth. He pushed a few times, letting his cockhead rub on the hood of your clit, before he reached one hand around your thigh to your crotch. The man felt for your clitoris and then gave his palm a mouth to eat you out with. His fingers sprawled under your entrance, where he kept slowly rocking against you.
“Not that you don't have something I didn't know, but the missing piece was feeling it. I know plenty. It's… a Mary's room situation.” He kept talking, earnest and lost in thought while his hand sucked and licked your clit, mindlessly rubbing and patting your curves in admiration. The second shaft twitched and smeared precum on the back of his hand. “I guess it's just that… I can be too rough for humans to have any of the good stuff, I assumed I just couldn't get it.”
He placed one palm on your back and you felt the most sensitive spot of your clit peek out and expand, becoming bigger, more sensitive. Within your muscles, nerve endings branched and reached, making the pleasure increase threefold. If before you were casually enjoying his eating out, now you spasmed and lost breath as the feeling moved you dangerously up the drop of a roller-coaster. You whined incoherent.
“But you… You've shown me the pleasure in them.” He lowered his abs over your back again and got close to your ear. Licks, pecks and bites peppered your back, popping up in places you know mouths shouldn't be. “The pleasure of your wet, gorgeous pussy, deep and clenching for me… No dead or unwilling thing has it. You'll come for me again, won't you, dearie?”
“Mahito- I'm- Ah, I'm-!” Your breath hitched with the building electricity.
“That's just what I wanted to hear!” He chuckled with a genuineness that felt out of place.
The roller-coaster stopped for only a second at the peak of chilling anticipation before dropping you into a storm of pleasure, washing away. You moaned without thought, the sound echoing against the walls and bringing heat to your cheeks with the embarrassment of your pathetic noises. Your legs shook and threatened to give in, but he had more than two arms holding you tight. As you came off it your heartbeat thumped in your ears, in your chest, in your clit.
He praised you as you came, closing his eyes to enjoy your spasming velvet walls around his dick. You felt like heaven, tight, swollen to all hell, plush, malleable as a squishy toy. He couldn't believe he'd willingly discarded it as literary hyperbole. It could be as good as he'd imagined, and it was breaking him. The red of Mary's apple, sitting right in front of his eyes.
Before your mind was back to the present, he pulled out his cock dripping with slick and pressed the tip softly against your ass. With the hand that ate you out, he gathered as much wetness and he could on his fingers by rubbing them between your folds and brought that hand to your anus, where his fingers entered you to spread it all around.
He now had one hand holding your arms and one in the small of your back angling your ass up at him, another one that thrusted softly into your anus and a final one held his top shaft, preparing it to enter. You had just come off your orgasm when he pushed the shaft inside, slowly against the resistance of your ring. The burn reminded you, what you'd almost forgotten by now, that his dicks were still unpleasantly too big.
You whined and he reassured you with shushes and pats until he was in to the hilt. “You said I can fuck you up and you can't take this much? You're disappointing me…”
“It's not- a complaint.” You clarified. It really wasn't, the noises you produced were entirely reflexive.
Mahito hummed in agreement and held the bottom shaft that peeked between your thighs. He pumped it with his fist to spread the excessive precum that seeped from the tip. It had been dripping, neglected since you last licked it. He curved it towards your pussy and pushed in. You felt stuffed, entirely full, with no space left for yearning, no matter how much arousal had deepened your canal. Especially with both their sizes, it was entirely too much.
“This… is so crazy good. Even when I'm not doing anything else…” Mahito sighed as he slid leisurely back and forth into the holes, fully devoted to feeling. The pleasure of a slick recipient was doubled, occupying more of his mind than anything else had. He gripped the back of your head without looking and felt the sticky matted dirt of blood on your hair.
“Hm? What's this from?” He removed his hand in surprise.
“You… when you got my pants off.” You murmured.
“I like it.” He brought the hand to his mouth and licked the blood off it. “I think I know what I want to do…”
“I don't care what you do, just fuck me… please…” you whimpered, growing desperate at his stalling. You tried remove your hands from his grip, but they were well secured above your head. He ran that thumb over your knuckles in consolation.
“Hm, like this?” He pulled back and slammed into you in mockery.
“Yes! Please…!” you nodded vigorously.
“Is that so? I think I would rather…” He vexed and extended two of his arms forward, where they wrapped around your neck and forehead to pull your head back as far as it could bend. Your neck ached and your mouth opened wide in an effort to relieve his grip on your neck. “Even like that?”
“Anything… please-!” You begged, filling up his sadistic ego.
“Aye aye then…” he cheerfully agreed.
He held your hip with his only free hand and pounded you, over and over, without restraint. The arms that held you stretched unnaturally long to allow him to straighten his posture and pound with his full body. Grunts left his lips that sounded entirely too hot to be caused just by effort.
Mahito kept a steady rhythm and pulled your head back with his hands, forcing every muscle in the front of your neck to stretch taut. Your sight was confined to your forearms rubbing against the unpainted cement wall. His grip on your wrists turned your skin white, outlined by a flurry of red streaks. You spread your pinkies apart, trying to place your fingers on the wall, but barely achieved it, still restrained by his fist.
The hand on your neck twisted your anatomy, sending bulges of vein and muscle through you like shivers, pulsing your entire body with gross transfiguration. Not only that, but it sharpened, the web of this thumb thinning into a blade's edge and piercing into skin with his grip. You gasped in desperation as it started to dig into muscle and tried to heal the cut shut against his hand. He tightened his grip and shook your neck, back and forth, to dispel your effort.
“No.” His hand pierced further. “Let it run.”
Blood dripped down your torso, tickling your chest in its path and leaving sticky ruby trails in its wake. Drips ran down his arm and over your collarbones, contouring the mounds of your breasts, until they could reach your belly and fall to the ground, heavy with accumulated volume, unable to reach any further down and losing their grip on skin from the shaking of his pounds.
The cut burned like fire, stealing your attention from anything else. To get your focus back down, Mahito slammed into you hard and started sliding the shafts in alternating paces. He didn't need to thrust his hips: they pumped autonomously. The feeling was like nothing you'd ever had, either. You attempted to force words out of the hyperstimulating cacophony of sensations he was putting you through, shaking your attention away just to call his name. You bucked your hips backward into his thrusts, helping his movement in the only way you could.
He wrapped two more arms around your waist, gluing his body to yours again, and gripped the softness right below your ribs. You lost count of how many he had. He curved his fingers inward into the middle of your abdomen, sharpening his fingertips into precise blades, piercing at the skin and gripping as if he were going to pull out chunks with his bare hands. He gripped your fat and rammed his hips deliciously as blood ran piping hot down his forearms. The curse moaned and let his mouth hang agape, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, as the inherent eroticism of entering flesh turned him on so bad he thought he might come immediately. The pained cry that left your mouth went from his ears straight to his dick.
“Fuuuuck.” He leaned down and breathed hard against your back. The shaft in your ass twitched, bringing too much tension to his lower belly, relaying the message that with another second his balls would turn blue. You clenched your hole around it, milking it for release, and he couldn’t hold anything back. It pumped your ass full of seed, spewing jets of white inside you. Mahito placed his forehead against your spine and whined, his mouth ghosting over you with a small string of drool below. His fringe caught on beaded sweat and stuck to your back, but still he never stopped pumping. It was all only from the dick on top, the one that had been in you the longest. The one in your pussy still hurt for release, winding a fiery coil in his stomach.
His palms distorted you, shifting your insides so your flesh would compress and release against him. He was using you, making you a flesh toy, providing squeeze in his own terms. It peeved him for being too little effort from you, too close to what he already knew, but just the puffiness of your cunt against him was novelty enough. He didn't care now that he was in despair, pining for a second orgasm that didn't delay much further.
He came for the second time with cries that seemed almost painful and whipped his spine straight, carelessly forgetting himself and pulling on your head enough to snap it backwards. He moaned pathetically with the shakes of every muscle and attempted to rock his hips with faltering success. He let go of the grip in every hand and dropped his sweat-covered frame over you, pushing your body down into the table.
“Ah… ah… are you- alive?” He asked meekly at your limp, unmoving frame. He'd done things that would kill a human a few times, but he wondered if this had been too much.
“I told you I would be.” You replied with equally breathless lilt from underneath.
Happiness painted his perspective in pink and he recoiled all but two arms back while the main pair slithered underneath to hug you tenderly. The sticky layer of blood made his hug that much warmer in the literal sense, giving tangibility to the figurative warmth of his thanks. He pulled you tight into his embrace, and you folded your arms over your shoulders to pat his head on your nape, both waiting for their breaths to settle.
“I know it's been dragging out for long, but still… I don't want it to stop.” Mahito turned to nuzzle the side of your head. “I still wish I had more… more of the things only you can give.”
You pushed yourself off the table, forcing him to slip out of your holes and lift himself off as well. You turned to him and cuffed his chin to bring his lips down on yours, kissing him with sloppy nods, which one could almost mistake for a loving trade of affection. He wrapped his bloodied hands on your back, dragging trails that mixed with sweat to smear more than they should. Your lips separated and your eyes met his mismatched pair, half-lidded and full of wonder.
“Tell me…” you whispered into his lips with confidence he had expected to have snuffed out after all this.
“I want to experience your body more…” He licked his bottom lip, unable to divert his eyes from yours. “Let me find out how much I can dismantle you before you break”.
“If you still have the vigor, I'll give you something that you really never had from your attempts.”
You pushed him backwards, making him stumble with crooked steps and fall on his ass. His smile spread further than humanly possible when you got down and crawled over him, dressed in a stained scarf of blood that licked your entire torso in red.
You kneeled at the sides of his hips and reached down to ride him.
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bibi-brains · 3 days
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𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬
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ao3 version
Summary: You were trying to focus on your studies and Mahito gets his own laptop to study like a cat.
Warnings: just fluff, no proof reading, and calculus ment :')
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Mahito watched as you scribbled in your notebook, the formulas getting bigger and some little notes that turned them into little ones in less than 5 lines. If he said he was understanding, he would be lying. The curse was not strange about human ways to live since he got with you, still there are some lines and columns that don't seem to fit or have a reason after all his research and your explanations, why would you solve those stupid questions like it would change the world? Or would you use them for something? Isn't computers technological enough to do that for humans?
You were trying to focus on your calculus exercises and ignoring the presence by your side, but you still could feel his gaze on you while you risked your pencil on the paper.
"Mahi." The sweet nickname pulled him off of thoughts. "Could you read something else? You're distracting me a little, and I'm getting nervous being watched like this." You didn't have a problem being watched while studying, but only when you felt confident about the subject and could quickly solve a question.
"I already read all of your books and the ones you bought recently. I'm bored just like you." His gaze was still fixed on your paper, his face had dropped following the corner of his eyes, that made a cute expression for gim, he looked like a puppy when was given a treat that he didn't like. If the place was completely silent, you would be able to hear some engines working inside of his head.
"I'm just trying to focus on this list because I have an important exam to do tomorrow, and it would be really helpful if you gave me a little more space for my brain to explode." Your voice was calm but held a serious tone, making the curse blink his heterochromic eyes like he was pulled out from a spell to look at you.
"MY brain will soon stop working if you write one more line about whatever curse spell you're trying to do."
His little drama pulled out a laugh from you. It was cute how you two grew close to share these moments and how Mahito could make you feel more human.
"It's not so hard, but if you want to learn this, you will have to start from the very beginning."
Moving over to your side you picked your laptop, turned it on and typing the password, opened the browser and the study tab you used for quick review of subjects, clicking on a video, you put the screen in front of you with a video of basic math on pause before reaching towards your drawer to grab a pen, a notebook, and your old headphones giving to him so he could write any questions or copy stuff from the video. "If you want to understand here, you must start from here." You said, pointing to your notebook after redirecting to the screen plugging the headset and putting on his ears.
Mahito seemed confused, but it was easy to catch his curiosity like a baby seeing a colorful book and funny shapes, but understood the task and pressed play on the video.
You finally had some space and got to focus on your exercises. Finishing the first list, you made a pause to let your brain breathe and stretch your limbs. The curse was still by your side, but instead, he was writing everything the woman said in the video. Surprisingly, he was watching the next one. You stopped to look more at him like this. His face was serene, eyebrows moving up and sometimes furrows when he didn't understand the information. He looked so pretty focused like this that you want to consider having him studying for you and helping you out on the exam. No one will see him anyway.
Your imagination vanished when Mahito caught your look, giving the same eyes you did early to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying to focus here. Could you please watch something else." He threw your spell back at you, grinning as a war sign.
"Dickhead."
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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How would JJK men act when they see all their cum spilling out of their girlfriend?
This is so filthy and I'm posting it first thing in the morning, hell yeah!
Pairing: Yuuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Haruta Shigemo, Junpei Yoshino, Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, fingerfucking, cumplay, rough sex, cunnilingus
A/N: This got my head spinning while writing.
FINGER IT OUT - Megumi, Gojo
He will help you get all of it out with his fingers. It's fun for him to cup your pussy with his hand pressing to your clit and push his middle and ring finger in. Still so tight. You're complaining about being full yet you don't even want to let his fingers in to assist you. Lucky for you he has patience to take it slow and roll his hand with your hip, not against them.
EAT IT OUT - Yuuji, Haruta
The way he gets the stupidest grin on his face when he sees how much is coming out of you. He had no clue he had that much to give. Maybe you have that effect on him. Since you do that for him he'll pay you back by cleaning you up. You can be on all fours or on your back he doesn't care, either way his tongue will reach into you as deep as he can and that cum right out of your pussy.
GIVE YOU MORE - Sukuna, Geto, Toji
Feels a little offended that so much is flowing out as opposed to staying in. Honestly, he thought you knew better then to let that much go to waste. On the other hand, since so much gushed out it means there's room for more right? Don't mind him giving you another load then. It's your fault that he has to do it all over again, you should have been a good girl the first time around, now you'll take and take and take until he's sure no more can inside your cunt.
FUCK IT BACK IN - Nanami, Mahito, Junpei
You're making a mess when he didn't tell you to. Now he has to fuck his cum back in because otherwise everything's gonna get his cum all over it. The only thing that should be covered or filled with his cum is you. He thought you knew that already. It seems like you don't, that's fine, you can learn. So what do you want? His cock or his fingers? He will give you both if you want.
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yanderenightmare · 4 months
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Mahito x darling
TW: NSFW, noncon, psychological torture, Mahito in and of himself
fem reader
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Mahito is so scary because you're the only one who sees him. 
You can't tell your friends, you can't call the cops, you can't even discuss it with your therapist for fear of being committed. 
You're all alone with him – half the time convinced you’re going insane.
He doesn't even need to kidnap you. Why would he? He likes your cozy apartment. To see you in your natural habitat with all your personal trinkets. Your books, your decorations, the contents of your fridge, your makeup, your clothes, not to mention the soft warmth of your bed…
Sure, his sewer has its charm, but you probably wouldn’t like it there very much. Not that it would stop him, but he’s sure you’d be boring if all you did was stay cooped up there all day. 
This is much more interesting. To be there when you come home from work, having trifled through all your belongings, dragged everything out – made a mess like a new puppy would. To watch you try to cling to your sanity, going about life, trying to live it normally even when he’s right there on your sofa wanting to dish about how much you loath your pissy boss or that loud neighbor and what fun it might be to kill them.
You brush him off as intrusive thoughts – a manifestation within your mind. That’s the only explanation that allows you to keep your wits with you.
But it’s become hard to bring anyone home. Even though others can't see him, he’ll walk about your friends and the odd date and comment on all the things they do, ridiculing them when they say something cheesy, feigning puking before giving it away with a snicker, then asking you why you bother hanging out with them at all. And you wonder if that’s what you really think… why else would a figment of your imagination say something like that?
No. You decide. He doesn’t represent your thoughts. He’s just… a roommate who knows no boundaries. 
Funny enough, you don’t really recognize that he’s any dangerous before you’re getting dressed after a shower, opening a drawer on your dresser you rarely look in – only to find it overfilled with dozens of tiny shrunken heads.
You scurry back on the floor with your hand clasped over your mouth until your back meets your bed – skin crawling. There’s no air left in your lungs from the shock to produce any such thing as a scream – so instead, you start heaving – then crying.
“Oh – I was wondering when you’d find them!” A cheer is heard from your bedroom threshold.
Your eyes pan to look at him – or it. Mahito, with a big grin on his face – clapping as though impressed by your performance.
“Wh-what – what is this?” You splutter, trying not to throw up – casting shifty glances over at the lump that had fallen to the floor – its face twisted with agony, unrecognizable, but you think you still knew… “What have you done?”
It doesn’t smell of rot, but something else – like unwashed clothing – sweat and piss and shit – you don’t understand how you hadn’t smelled it before. You don’t understand how you hadn’t heard it before – the moaning, though only in hoarse weak voices, still there, in a chorus, crying in pain.
“I’ve been studying them.” He says – casually, padding across the floor before bending down to pick the one up.
He looked at it with disappointment, throwing it up and catching it like one would a baseball – then clicked his tongue. 
“But I must say you’ve got boring taste… I don’t feel like I learned much of use from any of them at all.” 
He drops it to the floor in a fleshy splat, and you cringed anew – wanting to crawl away, wanting to get out, to call the police – maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to be committed – maybe there was something genuinely wrong with you…
Mahito doesn't share your concerns, though. He’s got his mind on other things. 
“I think I’ll learn better through practice.”
You don’t realize what he’s talking about before you’re being lifted up on the bed and then pushed down against it.
His lean but muscular frame has you dwarfed as he crawls after you – caging you between his arms and legs.
“I wouldn’t mind the floor, but I’m sure you’d prefer the bed. That’s how you humans usually like it, right?” He smiles – as though he’s doing you a favor. 
He’s taken off his usual tunic – showcasing a pale grey chest patchworked together in crude stitches – and you don’t really understand why you’d ever conjure something that looked like it. So human, yet still… so not. 
“I didn’t know what size you’d want – they were all so different – but I think bigger is better, isn’t it?”
It doesn’t register before you feel the weight of it on your stomach. 
Fat and warm, ridged with veins and hard against you. 
Looking down, feeling the situation settle on your skin like the raw cold – you realize, though you don’t understand it – Mahito isn’t just some imaginary friend. 
Whatever he is – he’s no such thing as a friend at all.
Your chest flares. “Mahito, no – ”
Your hands fly to try and push him off, but they’re easily caught. His fingers stretch inhumanly like playdough, using only one hand to reign in both wrists, pinning them to the pillow above you.
“No? Still too small?” He asks, as though your uproar had been a cry for more – his voice in a playful lilt. “I can make it bigger if you like~”
You squirm when the thing between your thighs grows an inch – swelling up into something fatter than your wrist – weighty and twitching atop you. 
It alone churns your guts, but the sight of his face gleaming so innocently makes it all so much worse. 
You whimper as he drags a rude finger through your folds – bluntly poking at your hole.
“You’re supposed to be wet, no?” He posed, keen eyes watching your face grimace in discomfort – drilling his digit inside you despite it. 
When knuckle-deep, he curled it, nail scraping into the gummy of your tender walls – making your whole body twist with an ache, shaking your head while sinking your teeth into your lip.
“Stop-” You croaked pitifully, still trying to wring your wrists free – but the hand keeping them jailed had hardened into something that was no longer skin.
He just yawned at your struggle. “So noisy...” Bored while looking down at you and the ugly way your lips curled at his crude fingering – but then his eyes widened. “Wait – oh! I get it now! So, this is what kissing is for…”
He didn’t give you much time to turn away before his mouth locked on yours – more in an attempt to swallow than to kiss, feeding you his tongue – which felt so much longer than it should be – winding through you until it licked your gag-reflex and made you choke.
You tensed in response, clenching the finger prodding you – and he took it as an invitation to squeeze another in – making you squeal out a sob in his mouth. 
But though it was a cruel ministration, it was enough to tickle the instinct – dragging wet out from within you, bathing the digits that now slid with greater ease in and out.
“See~ I told you I’d learn better through practice...” He mumbled against your lips – having felt the change – also noticing the quiet that befell you… looking so cute beneath him. 
He chuckled – the taste of your kiss still warm and wet on his lips.
“That really did shut you up, hm~ you humans are so funny.”
That thing resting heavily on your belly does a little jump, and you flinch with it. Left panting after being throat-fucked by a tongue – you’re really only able to shake your head as he slips the beastly thing down between your thighs – its fat head licking your clit on its way until kissing your entrance.
Two fingers haven't done you any justice – nothing could – to prep you for something of that size.
“I think this is correct…” He muses, nudging himself against the slim coin-sized hole – looking a little confused while he did so – though not exactly unsure of himself… more as though it was the whole procedure in and of itself that was at fault and not him. He was just following instructions, after all.
Sucking his teeth at the tautness, he continued to press the tip through you. 
A whine was ripped from your chest as it arched off the bed – thighs quaking on each side of his hips, kept spread despite wanting to force themselves shut.
“It’s better if you relax.” He offered then, though without much sympathy. Sounding almost jaded – as though you were keeping him waiting. 
But then a thumb pressed down on your clit, forcing another jolt to rush through you. 
“Women like to be touched here, right?” He rubbed crass circles into it – worse than amateurishly – rough patterns that bore no real intention of making you feel good. 
Then his mouth slid from your mouth, down your neck – only to sink teeth in your tit.
“And here~” He giggled while nomming your nipple, rolling the little nib between his teeth before flicking over it with his tongue again and again, sucking on it harshly.
None of it made you relax like he’d suggested. Either way, he continued to sink his length one thick chub at a time as fast as your hole allowed. And soon enough, he reached your end before your hole could reach his. But that was no issue…
The hand on your clit, cupped your mound instead – and beneath it, where warmth pooled, you felt inner things alter – change, rearrange, allowing the giant member inside you to sink deeper even though you knew there couldn’t possibly be any deeper to go.
“Wow~ look at that…” He awed when his pelvis smushed against your mound – kneading into your clit as he pressed a curious hand down on the bulge he was making in your belly.
Strings of drool stuck from his lips to your chest – and a sick look pooled in his eyes.
Thicker and thicker breaths left him. He swallowed thickly. Barely blinking.
“I think I get it now…” His voice had shed its humorous tone, now sounding soft with something you didn’t want to have the attention of. “It’s like our souls are playing together…” 
His hand stroked your stomach – like he was petting something.
“Feels good.”
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yandere-daydreams · 5 months
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i'm being forced by myself to make a proper post for this poll. may gojo reign as a codependent king for years to come.
Cuteness Aggression With The Yan!JJK Boys.
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Mahito, and Sukuna.
TW: Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Implied Non/Con.
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Gojo is near-violent. Expect to be constantly covered in bruises from his habit of full-body tackling you whenever he notices you're wearing one of his shirts or curled up in his bed or quirking your lips in the way he's never been able to resist. Tends to hold onto you for a while, too, keeping you pressed against him while he squeals and coos about how adorable his partner is, making you sound like more of an especially beloved pet rather than a live-in captive. No amount of squirming will distract him, either - he's going to be there until someone literally pries him off of you which, because there's a good chance he's already got you locked up tight in that luxury penthouse of his, isn't going to be anytime soon.
Geto is more used to receiving affection than dulling it out, so he doesn't really know what to do with himself when he's suddenly overwhelmed with the temptation to wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until you stop laughing in a way that makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. In the end, he sorta just,,, picks you up and starts carrying you around like a giant cat. Maybe pinches your cheek when you inevitably start complaining and ask to be put down. Cult members who ask why you've been slung over his shoulder for the past hour and a half are immediately done away with and curse-users don't fair much better.
Nanami, as the only (relatively) emotionally-regulated person on this list, takes it in-stride. He tries not to force affection onto you, so he'll settle for a few headpats and maybe a kiss to your forehead, if you aren't absolutely terrified of him at that point. If you catch him in a more vulnerable state, either injured or exhausted, he might be a little more forceful - wrapping an arm around your waist and hauling you against his chest, where he can hold you until you eventually give-in and stop struggling, but at least he tries to hold himself back. Sometimes. Maybe. If you're lucky, that day.
Toji is almost as bad as Geto, but not quite as awkward. He tends to scoop you up, drag you away from whatever you're doing, and lay you down where he can pepper your face with kisses and whine when you shove at his chest. He usually lets you go after a few minutes, but it's in your best interest not to squirm too much until he does. He'll just smirk and kiss your neck and say something about how precious his little sweetheart is being, today. The fondness-motivated aggression is short-lived. What he'll do if you give him the idea that you might need more of his affection won't be.
Mahito is twice as unhinged as Gojo and only half as self-conscious. His only saving grace is that, by the time he gets genuinely overwhelmed by something you do, you're going to be used to weathering his constant attempts to suffocate you via forty-five minute hugs. When he realizes how cutely you wince when he pokes a fresh bruise and decides he has to dig his teeth into your shoulder and refuse to let go about it, you'll probably be too used to his ""affection"" to do anything other than sigh and make sure he doesn't severe anything important, this time.
Sukuna is, in his defense, rarely gentle about anything, so you really can't expect him to have a gentle reaction when he sees what an adorable reaction you wear as you wait for him to take his first drink from the chalice you laced with you most recent poisonous fixation. You can kick and thrash all you want as two of his arms loop under yours and pull you onto his lap, as he cups your face and shoves tongue down your throat and wonders aloud if you taste as endearing as you look. He always keeps you by his side, but for the rest of the day, he won't be satisfied unless you're practically on top of him, riding on his shoulders or straddling his thigh. He'll even drink your deadly little elixir straight from the bottle, if you ask him to. It won't work, but you know, it's the thought that counts and all <3
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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months
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what it’s like to bring the jjk boys to…have dinner with your family!
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ft. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, gojo satoru, geto suguru, ijichi kyotaka, inumaki toge, itadori yuji, kamo choso, kamo noritoshi, mahito, muta kokichi, nanami kento, okkotsu yuta, panda, ryomen sukuna, todo aoi, yaga masamichi, yoshino junpei, zenin naoya
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warnings: not all of these are romantic! reader is lowkey desi coded in some of them. reader is mentioned to have a brother, dogs, aunts/uncles, and cousins in some of them. reader slanders like 75% of the characters. honestly the characters might be ooc too i wrote this two years ago for fun and giggles and just found it again and wanted to post. also tw naoya!
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
Literally perfect
Your parents love him
Your dogs love him
You love him
Was kind of quiet at first but settled in eventually and opened up a bit
Was still kind of reserved but that’s to be expected from him
Your mother found it sweet that he tried to hide behind you when your uncles started interrogating getting to know him 
He let your younger cousins play with his shikigami so that your dogs could get a break from being bothered
Really liked the salad your mother made and asked for the recipe
1000/10 
FUSHIGURO TOJI
Actually not too bad
Was polite enough and liked the food
Showed your parents pictures of Megumi as a baby
They were suitably impressed
Your cousin asked him where he goes to the gym
He told him he doesn’t believe in gyms (thinks they’re oppressive institutions designed to disadvantage the poor?)
Did give him a discount code for some random protein powder that he’s sponsored by though
Asked your parents to donate to his charity
They were happy to do so and thought it was amazing that he has a charity
You decided not to tell them that his “charity” is literally just his bank account
4/10 for scamming your family
GOJO SATORU
Solid 7/10
Goofs around a lot but he did come so he gets points for that
Your parents hated him at first but then he showed them the album of cute Megumi pictures he has saved on his phone and they switched up
“He’s so responsible for raising a kid so young! And it’s not even his!”
Bullshit
He does NOT raise Megumi and you were the one who sent him half of those pictures 
Demoted to a 6/10 just for that but at least your parents like him
Also the fact that he had an album was cute
Somehow managed to keep the dirty jokes to a minimum
Your brother kept making fun of his eyes being so blue so halfway through he had to switch the glasses out for the blindfold
Surprisingly high spice tolerance
GETO SUGURU
Honestly really a fun guy!
Actually brought his own dish to the dinner??
AND IT WAS GOOD????
Your mother wants you two to get married now
Asked if he could take some leftovers back for Mimiko and Nanako
Which was very considerate of him actually
Your mother told him he didn’t have to return the dishes she packed the food in
Let your brother win at Scrabble
Listened to your mother talk about the auntie drama
Apparently he’s going to start putting coconut oil in his hair now
Your parents are going to adopt him and kick you out
9/10 would’ve been higher but he didn’t beat your brother’s ass at Scrabble (he wanted to “make a good impression”)
IJICHI KYOTAKA
Similar to Nanami in that he and your father got along really well
Your brother called him “goofy”
He had to go to the bathroom and cry after that
He did compose himself and came back to eat
Can handle spicy food quite well
Complimented your mother’s cooking
Brought flowers as a thank you for the dinner
Was super sweet and grateful to be invited at all
11/10 would definitely invite him again
INUMAKI TOGE
Everyone was really excited to meet him
Let your cousins play with his hair and do his make up and paint his nails
Was your partner for Charades and you two won by a LOT
Kept sneaking treats to your dogs
Your mother ordered seafood for him because he could only speak in rice ball ingredients and she thought he really wanted salmon
He did eat it though
He would be a 10/10 but he accidentally used his Cursed Speech on your aunt so 8/10
ITADORI YUJI
Somehow lit the grill on fire
Managed to put it out but he did lose his eyebrows in the process unfortunately
Looked stupid without eyebrows
Spent most of his time hanging out with the little kids
Your family actually really liked him though
He’s too sweet to dislike
Helped wash the dishes and did not break any
7/10 because you almost had to call the fire department
KAMO CHOSO
Showed up an hour late
Was friendly but kinda nervous and awkward at first
Loved the food
He and your brother are best friends now
Genuinely he gets along better with your brother than with you
Impressed your father with his history knowledge
3/10 was too perfect and now your parents keep asking why you’re not more like him
KAMO NORITOSHI
He hates kids
Spent the entire first half running away from your cousins
Once he finally escaped he got along great with the adults
They really liked how responsible and mature he is
Thought it was impressive that he’s going to be the clan head
Your aunt told you that he was a keeper and you should “marry for money, hope for love”
Started crying when your mother asked him if she could hang up his jacket for him
It reminded him of his own mother who he was forced to leave as a kid 
All of your aunts have unofficially adopted him now due to his tragic backstory
Deserves 10/10 just for being relatively normal 
MAHITO
-892378/10 your parents couldn’t see him because he’s a curse
He was very happy to hear that and nearly destroyed your house
You had to call Geto halfway through to chase him off
Your family was thrilled to see Geto again though so at least there’s that??
MUTA KOKICHI
Sent a robot in his place obviously
Everyone wanted to know why you brought a robot to dinner
They thought you had hit a new low
You had to explain that Mechamaru was basically his body because of how weak his actual body was
Nobody believed you
-3/10 he was nice but it was overall a humiliating experience
NANAMI KENTO
Cannot eat anything spicy
Started tearing up at the appetizers alone
Had a massive stomach ache afterwards and his face was red for like twenty minutes 
Your father liked talking to him about business and the economy and shit
Did not get scared when asked about his plans for the future
Actually has plans for the future
Your brother is kind of gay for him tbh (??) and threatened to marry him if you don’t 
10/10 because he still finished everything on his plate so he didn’t seem rude even though he was lowkey dying 
OKKOTSU YUTA
Tried his best
Your dogs tried to leave with him because they liked him so much
He brought gifts from Africa for your entire family
Did stop a toddler from getting kidnapped
Is physically really good at grilling but emotionally cannot handle the stress
Had a mental breakdown when you asked for a vegetable burger
Made the discovery that he really likes corn and proceeded to eat all of the corn you had bought for the night so nobody else got any 
Summoned Rika and allowed your cousins to use her as their dress up doll
Rika was very nice and enjoyed the experience
She wants to be a fashion model now
2/10 he burnt your vegetable burger and you were really looking forward to having some corn
PANDA
Is a panda
Your younger cousins thought he was adorable
You got asked multiple times if he was a furry
5/10 he was only invited because he had nothing else to do and you had to chase him with a hose beforehand because he refused to bathe
RYOMEN SUKUNA
-1244129/10
An asshole but what’s new 
Told your family to “go back to where you came from”
Degraded your parents
Degraded you
Degraded everyone really
You got into a fight with him and Gojo had to intervene
Did ask for one of your mother’s recipes so he could get Uraume to cook it for him
She did not give it to him
TODO AOI
See you thought this would be hell on earth
But it wasn’t???
Played with your dogs
Carried your cousins around on his shoulders
Your uncles were impressed by his muscles
He saved a kitten that was stuck in a tree
Did not ask a single person about their type in women
Annihilated everyone in Wii Sports Resort
Absolutely sucked at Just Dance though
He thought he was too manly for the wrist strap but then he threw the remote into the TV while playing Wii bowling and it broke
6/10 he said he’d pay for a new one
YAGA MASAMICHI
Literally your boss
Only invited him because you wanted a raise
He liked the food
Exchanged sewing tips with your mother
200/10 you got the raise
YOSHINO JUNPEI
Really cool!
Gave everyone good movie recommendations
Someone gave him a baby to hold and he nearly dropped it
Burnt his hand on the grill
Found your uncles’ shitty jokes funny so they all liked him
He was decent at debating with everyone and having intellectual conversations even though he cried whenever someone disagreed with him too harshly
Your parents were very dismayed to see the cigarette burn scars on his face
Your mother told him he could always come to your house if he needed to
4/10 because he almost gave a baby brain damage 
ZENIN NAOYA
Told your parents about your sex life
Called your mother “woman”
Your cousins have a crush on him solely based on his looks
He thinks he has a harem now
0/10 they are all like 13 years old
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usersanon · 2 months
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Please be aware of the user @/saintsugu also known as Ezra.
Past pseudonyms include (but are not limited to: @/aces_high
I never thought that I would have to create a post like this. In my near 12 years on the internet, I never thought I would have to write down the words I am about to type, especially about a fellow fanfic creator, one I used to enjoy before I found out about the type of person he really is. I apologise for the long post, however I want to make sure I am as thorough as possible so I can bring this person to justice.
Before opening the read more/ continuing with this post, please read the trigger warnings. This will deal with heavy topics, ones that make me sick to my stomach. I apologise for all of the censoring in this post as well.
TW: P*DOPHILIA, UNDER*GE, SEXUALIZATION OF EDS AND SH
I would just like to start off by saying how difficult this post is for me to write. I have had to take multiple breaks while typing this out. I have felt disgusted since I first saw the posts on his twitter. Like I need to take a shower and scrub myself clean, however, at the same time I feel like I cannot sit idly by while Ezra still has a platform.
The posts I have seen on his twitter, what he actively endorses is just disgusting and predatory in nature. I have done my best to censor them so as to not continue the spread of such material. As of the time of this post, his twitter is still public.
HIS TWITTER (X) IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE NAME @/ezr_ace
First, I’ll give evidence I have to prove that the twitter account stated above is in fact his. I was wary at first as well, however, I believe this evidence in fact proves that beyond reasonable doubt that the account is his.
The obvious reasoning is as follows: Ezra goes by the pseudonym Ezra currently, and has gone by the pseudonym Ace in the past. Both the twitter account and his tumblr state that he is 21. Both twitter and tumblr themes are the same in nature, featuring manga panels of Suguru edited in the same way.
If you’re familiar with Ezra at all, you would know that they are very close with another user, Flora, also known as @/fyogasm. Previously known as @/pussydrunkfyodor on tumblr. When going through the followers of this twitter account, I noticed someone by the name of Flora following him (one of about 34 followers), with the user @/floratumblr. This account had their tumblr linked in the bio of the profile, and it led straight to Flora’s tumblr. Screen recording is posted below:
UPDATE: since Ezra has been called out, Flora has unfollowed Ezra’s Twitter as well as deleted her account. I can only assume it is to try and dodge the backlash of being associated with him. Here are screenshots proving they are moots/ interacting with each other.
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Note: I do not know what this means for the content of Flora’s character. All I can say for certain is that she is close friends with him (to the point they have each others numbers), and that she follows his Twitter. I did not dive deep into her Twitter before she deleted it. But I can say that I do believe she knew the content he was posting about, otherwise she wouldn’t have deleted her Twitter the second he was called out while remaining mutuals with him on tumblr.
UPDATE 1/19/24 1:50 pm: Since creating this post, Flora has reached out and stated that they have broken all contact with Ezra. They state that they are not frequently on twitter, and was completely unaware of the type of content he was posting on the account. They state that the content found on the account has made them feel sick and that they are no longer friends anymore.
Back to the main point, this only adds to the similarities listed above. A close mutual that he has been seen actively talking to on his tumblr also follows him on twitter, endorsing his behavior. This alone was too much for me to ignore. However, one final factor came into play that solidifies that user ezr_ace and user saintsugu are the same Ezra.
He not only posted to his tumblr about hateful anon messages, but also his twitter at the same time. Right after the messages were sent, he tweeted the following, as well as posted the following messages on his tumblr. Screenshots with time stamps posted below:
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This for me, confirms that the two accounts are the same. There are simply too many coincidences for me to ignore. I feel that there is no argument about the validity of the accounts, as there are just too many similarities to ignore. Now, I can delve into what the post is really about. The content of the Twitter account.
P*DOPHILLIC ACTIONS AND UNDRE*GE CONTENT.
To put it simply, I was horrified when I first opened the profile to be greeted with Shotacon artwork. Full on artwork of an adult Toji a*saulting a child Gojo. In this artwork, Gojo looks as if he can be no older than 10. Most of the image is censored for obvious reasons, however, part of the screenshot appears in the video above as well. Proving that it cannot have been doctored in any way.
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As you can see, the post is tagged with tw sh*ta. For anyone unaware, the definition of Sh*ta is as follows: “Sh*ta is a term used in manga and anime fandoms to indicate sex involving an under*ge boy.” (Fanlore.org) Aka, CP.
It is disgusting to see someone who I once enjoyed, once trusted, interact with literal cp. Drawing or not, the effect of it is still massive. Viewing children (ANYONE UNDER*GE) in a sexual nature is harmful to everyone. It breaches past dark content into something horrible. Something dangerous.
I felt sick seeing someone be as brazen as to repost a picture of a child being a*saulted. To get off on it. It is p*dophilic. That is the only way it can be put.
Further on this, he has written smut of, in his words, “not necessarily under*ge” Suguru in highschool. There is a whole thread on it on his profile, however, I will not be showing it here. The screenshot below describes the nature of the whole post from his own words.
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When I first read “not necessarily under*ge”, my first and only question was literally, what the fuck does that mean? Either he is under*ge or not. There is not some fuzzy grey area coating the world between adults and children.
But sure, give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not excuse him liking multiple posts tagged with under*ge content. The most recent being less than an hour ago. Posts censored to the best of my ability below.
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These posts all point to the same thing. The disgusting, undeniable truth that this man is attracted to under*ge content. Content depicting minors in sexual scenarios. Content that no member of society should ever consume. He is a p*dophile. For viewing this content of his own accord. For liking it, for reblogging it. For creating it on his own. He is a disgusting person.
FOLLOWING MINORS.
Him interacting with content like that above, consuming it in any capacity at all makes him unsafe to be around. For anyone. Especially minors.
Even though his blog is 18+, even though he preaches that minors should stay away from his blog. He still found himself following a 16 year old. Becoming mutuals with them. The fact this person is 16 is clearly displayed on their blog as well (in their pinned post).
Screenshots shown below. The individual’s user is censored out as, once again, they are a minor and I don’t feel they should have to be wrapped up in this mess.
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Once again, Ezra is someone who preaches about minors staying out of adult spaces. Multiple times he has complained on his blog about minors following him and having to block them. You would think he does the same and would be more careful about curating his online spaces, however it he fails to do that.
I don’t believe this can be boiled down to a simple case of missing the age in their bio— this user has their age in their pinned post, as well as their about me. Along with the sexualisation of minors prevalent on his Twitter, it makes me extremely uncomfortable to know that he is following a minor in any capacity. I’m sure it would make anyone.
SEXUALIZING EDS AND SH.
To end the laundry list of posts on his twitter, we have him writing smut glorifying eds, as well as liking posts depicting sh in a sexual light. As always, screenshots are shown below, censored to the best of my ability.
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In the post listed above, Suguru is described in a way that is hard to stomach. While it is not nearly as bad as everything else stated above, I feel it is still necessary to include, especially because in this pairing he has often described and implied Suguru to be a minor. There is a line and he has crossed it several times, this is just another example of such. Serving as the cherry on top to further demonstrate his mindset.
Dark content and discussion of these subjects in fiction are not the problem. The disturbing part of this is that Ezra often uses these tropes within his min*r/adult sexual fantasies, and when paired with the sh*ta and under*ge content, leaves a very poor taste in the mouth. It comes across as not only a gross f*tishization, but a gross f*tishization of taking advantage of a minor that way.
A DISCUSSION ON THE LIMITS OF DARK CONTENT.
In this section, I feel that it is important to touch on how dark content plays into all of this. I’d like to expressly state that this is NOT a condemnation of dark content or its consumption.
Dark fiction and dark content are a fine line. It’s a fantastic tool for exploring taboos and emotions or experiences that aren’t often talked about openly. DC creates what is essentially a safe space for exploring things that are not typically done or seen in the real world, with the knowledge that writing or engaging with it does not necessarily mean condoning it. That being said, this callout post is NOT about being anti-dc. Dark content is a literary or artistic tool. Keeping all of this in mind, to actively engage with sh*ta content in which a character is depicted sexually not only as a minor, but as a child, and to be sexually aroused by that image is the definition of p*dophilia. Writing or drawing children and engaging with that content in a sexual capacity is p*dophilia and at the very least, has p*dophilic tendencies. This is not dark content, this is p*dophilia.
It is one thing to write or create dark fiction between adults for the purpose of gratification or exploration of social dynamics and it is entirely another to engage with art of a child engaging in sexual acts with an adult for (seemingly) the intent purpose of sexual gratification. Everyone draws their own line, but it is also important to acknowledge that there are some depictions of taboo subjects that border (if not fully step-into) harmful, p*dophilic content that perpetuates behavior and mental tendencies that truly are dangerous.
To engage with a drawing of a child and a full grown adult in sexual acts for the purpose of sexual gratification is incredibly fucked up. And the fact that minor and adult p*rnography are not just common, but dominating Ezra's twitter page, should be an absolute red flag. It’s okay to acknowledge that dark content is a medium for fiction while also acknowledging that there are some ways of engaging with it that are harmful, especially when it is so glaringly obvious that the content is between a child and an adult (the art I am talking about specifically really is a child. I don’t urge anyone to look at it, but it is gojo depicted as a child of maybe 8 - 10 years old. I’m not using the term child as an umbrella term for minors here).
The problem, stated very plainly, is that the post/s he is engaging with are sexual depictions of a child with the purpose of sexual gratification. That’s the point here. It’s not the dark content, but rather that he is retweeting posts depicting a child of about 8-10 engaged in sexual acts and created for the purpose of sexual gratification.
Once again, this is not a condemnation of dark content. Dark content can be used in so many valuable ways— facing trauma, dealing with taboo subjects, exploring the literary world in a safe and healthy way. As someone who actively consumes dark content, I will be the first to tell you this. However there should always be limits to the types of content produced. Gaining any kind of gratification from looking at a child being a*saulted is disgusting. It is p*dophillic. Especially when he actively engages with minors on his platform.
This is not a conversation of morals— which side is right and wrong. But rather a conversation about the safety of children. This is not a conversation about ageing up as that is not what he is doing. The characters being depicted here are not being aged up, rather are being depicted as minors, or literal children being used for the sexual gratification of adults.
The issue here is a p*dophile. Not dark content. Not anything else.
CONCLUSION.
I’ll be honest, post was extremely hard for me to create. Discovering that someone I once thought was close to me is this kind of person feels disgusting and abhorrent. I honestly wish I never had the displeasure of meeting them in the first place.
Hopefully, by the end of this post you are able to see the kind of person Ezra really is. I could not be silent about this. I knew that the moment all I found all of this out. This post has been very difficult for me to write, but I hope by the end of it some good will come. Some people will be able to avoid interacting with this man.
I believe Ezra needs professional help, and truly hope that he is able to get it some day soon.
Please be careful with who you interact with on the Internet. Adults and minors alike, there are predators everywhere. Please try your best to stay safe in your own online spaces. All of the love in my heart goes out to anyone who has survived child expl*itation. I hope for nothing but the best for you in the future.
Thank you all for taking the time to read this post. I know it is long and triggering for most people. I hope you all have wonderful days and try your best to take care of yourself.
Listed below are some important numbers I would like to bring awareness to before this post is over.
National Child Ab*se Hotline (USA): 1-800-422-4453
National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (USA): 1-800-843-5678
The National Sexual A*sault Hotline (USA): 1-800-656-4673
Childline (UK): 0800-1111
International Child Helpline: 116-111
TLDR: Ezra has a Twitter account where he retweeted artwork of a child gojo being a*saulted by an adult toji. He liked as well as created posts depicting under*ge characters (literally tagged with ‘under*ge’). All while being mutuals with a 16 year old on tumblr.
Tags used to try and spread awareness. I tried to mostly include fandoms that he is in.
UPDATE: lmfao, he has since deleted the retweet of sh*ta gojo after he was called out. Literally proving that it was him.
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benkeibear · 1 month
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⋆꙳✧༄ Period sex
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꒰ ͜͡➸ Small blurbs about how they'd fuck you during your period
❖ Characters: various jjk men
❖ Reader: female | AFAB
❖ WARNINGS: period sex, mentions of blood, oral (reader receiving), fingering, mentions of anal, slight overstimulation.
❖ A/n: Please see this as a filler episode until I get the long fic out next week 🥹
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Toji doesn't have a strong opinion on period sex. He prefers not to get that messy with blood on the bed or couch but he's up to it on the floor or in the shower.He prefers to fuck your ass during that time - just a personal preference but if you crave his cock he gladly bruises your cervix, not caring if you're a whining mess from the hard thrusts. But his go to is anal to not get your blood on his dick.
Gojo hates seeing you in pain and doesn't mind helping you out. He was actually the one who brought it up, offering to finger you because orgasms help with the cramps and as long as you're keeping yourself somewhat clean down there he doesn't mind using his tongue on your clit either. He did however paint a heart on your mound with your blood after you came three times on his fingers.
Geto isn't too much of a fan of period sex but is conflicted because he knows it will help you with the pain. He will gladly use his fingers and also fucks you but prefers to wait with oral until your period is done. He makes sure to have a towel beneath you and goes for slow but deep strokes to get your legs to quiver from how intense it feels.
Nanami doesn't mind if you're on your period - it's only natural but like Geto he wont give oral during that time. He prefers to finger you or rut into you really slow while in the bathtub. It involves lots of praise of how well you take him, feeling you squeeze around him because the sensation of his cock inside of you is so much more intense during that time. Plus being in the shower or bathtub makes cleaning up so much easier. 
Higuruma is not too fazed by period sex and prefers to use his hands on you during that time since he loves just how sensitive you are. He rolls your clit between his fingers before pushing two or three of his long digits into you without further warning. The way you moan for him, his fingers enough to overwhelm you make him so hard he can't wait to sink his cock into your cunt if you let him. 
Yuuta was a little disgusted at first but gave it a chance since it's just a little bit of blood. Your sweet face when he sunk his dick into you will never leave his mind now. Your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth falling open. You also felt so much warmer than usual he never wanted to stop rutting into you. He likes it when you're on top and he fucks up into you - not caring at all if the blood ends up on him.
Choso blushed when you suggested it to him. He'd love nothing more but to bury himself between your thighs during your period. He devours your core and relishes the taste of your arousal mixed with blood on his tongue, his fingers digging deep into you to massage your sweet spot delicately. The orgasms help with your pain but he doesn't know when to stop, addicted to having you like this.
Sukuna never cared for a little blood but he won't give you princess treatment either. If you're horny or looking for some pain relief he lets you ride him. Tire yourself out on his lap and don't mind the squelching noises from how his cock fills you up. If you're in too much pain he will help you move your hips, gently guiding you up and down his length. He does hold back on the harder thrusts, knowing you're more sensitive on your period. 
Mahito absolutely loves period sex and doesn't mind getting all dirty with your blood. It's so incredibly arousing to him because you're so vulnerable like this and so easy to overstimulate. He doesn't mind lapping at your cunt and making you squirm when he grins at you, half his face covered in blood and slick before giving you a few more orgasms on his fingers and cock. He makes you lick his fingers clean so be careful what you wish for. 
Yuuji is such a caring boyfriend, hating to see you in pain and doing everything he can to make it better so of course if you want him to finger you he will. He was hesitant to fuck you because you whine and whimper a lot but he will make love to you, his thrusts extra gentle and his fingers never leaving your clit to bring you more pleasure. The way you paw at him and whine his name always makes him cum. 
Megumi doesn't like period sex but he also doesn't like you whining around so he's willing to use your toys on you. He can get a little mean during those times and makes sure that you're properly exhausted by the time you're done. He loves to hold the wand against your clit while either using his fingers or one of your other toys to massage your sweet spot until all pain is gone and you're no longer so horny. 
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Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez
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cheesecakethots · 4 months
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thinkin’ about mahito obsessing over a nervous wreck of a darling.
you run into him on a busy street, stammering out apologies and barely glancing up from your feet. you don’t notice the strange looks you’re given from strangers around you, strangers who see you talking to no one.
you go on with your day, and so does mahito, despite the amusement he got from the interaction. the next time you meet is when you catch him mutilating someone in a dark alley.
you don’t scream, knees buckling and mouth agape, instead trembling with wide eyes and a dry throat. he tilts his head at the sight of you, dropping the corpse with a bright laugh, “oh, it’s you!”
your life is never the same after it.
he follows you everywhere, essentially making your home his second place of residence, that is other than the sewers. your already horrible sleeping pattern becomes horrific with him around. a lot of the time he’ll sit at the head or foot of your bed, resting his face on his hands and watching you almost dreamily. the expression only grows in cheerfulness at any increasing fear you have.
he’ll follow you to work, practically hanging off of your shoulder and peering over at everything you do. if a customer is particularly rude or flirty with you, he might stand behind them and call out to you from across the room, asking if you think he should make their eyes pop out of their skull. he hasn’t done anything of the sort yet, but you know that probably won’t last for long.
he’ll follow you when you go out to hang around with the few friends you have. he’ll start pretending that he’s about to stick his hand through their chest only to see you panic and embarrass yourself, and then he’ll roll around in a ball, laughing his ass off. you soon start cutting yourself off from your friends. mahito prefers it that way; you don’t want to see him jealous.
really, he thrives off of your anxiousness and the reactions you give him. oh? touching you here elicits a squeal? what if he licks your lips, how will you react then? gosh, he finds your stammering so cute. he finds you so cute. sometimes he wishes to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze you, but he manages to refrain, at least enough so that his tight hugs don’t actually damage or kill you.
he’s not particularly fond of the idea of others making you nervous like he does, however he can admit it was adorable when he introduced you to those he “works” with, and you hid behind him a little, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt with a shy hand. he hadn’t let you out of his arms for a few hours after that, occasionally whining about how cute you were acting and roughly ruffling your hair with his face.
it might be a good idea to start finding someone who can take care of him, as the idea of keeping you locked in your own home or dragging you to the sewers is becoming more and more appealing by the day.
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infrunamie · 4 months
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how likely are jjk men going to send whimper audios?
satoru: 9/10
sends them at random times too you dont even gotta ask. you could be at work, in class he does not care. if ur arguing over text he’d send one then delete it and gaslight you into thinking youre tweaking.
you: I SAW THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT
satoru: what?? were having a serious conversation, can you respect that?😒
you: satoru gojo do not play with me.
satoru: [name] what did we say about taking your meds twice a day..🤦‍♂️
you: kill yourself NOW.
geto: 4/10
ehhhh, in my opinion i dont really see it. definitely will do it in person.
you: send whimper audios so i can sleep well🥰🙏
suguru: send me all the stuff you ‘borrowed’ and maybe☠️
you: you drive a hard bargain😿
megumi: 2/10
NOOOOO. would never catch bro lacking like that. lowkey feel like he’d cringe if u asked.
you: whimpers audio🥺
megumi: 🌚
you: IM BEING SERIOUS JUST ONEE
megumi: 📸 go to bed.
yuuji: 4/10
doesnt know what a whimper audio is so he screams into the microphone or whines in agony. A+ for effort tho!
you: yuuji…what was that😭😭
yuuji: ISNT THAT WHAT YOU WANTED???
yuuji: i just asked fushiguro and he said ew
you: ew to his haircut how abt them apples
nanami: -10/10
bro might block you for a couple hours so you can reflect on what you did. you could NOT, not even batman could get a whimper audio from him.
you: NANAMI, IM SORRYYYYY
you: 😿❤️‍🩹💔🖤🐺
you: NANANANANANAMI
seen 5minutes ago
toji: 5/10
could either shame you and tease you or actually do it. definitely would do it on call but doesn’t vibe audios for some reason.
you: whimper for me baby😊
toji: 😂😂😂
you: IM BEING FOR REALLLL😔
toji: if your serious come over and you can hear more than whimpers
you: SAY LESSSSSSS
mahito: 11/10
overachieves. THEYRE SOOOO GOOD TOO. GOT THE SLICK SOUNDS IN THE BACKGROUND AND HAS NOOOOO SHAME.
you: mahito… i want expecting that..
mahito: i know i know😣 only the best for my bookie😝
sukuna: -100/10
would probably behead you. dont even try.
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merlucide · 3 months
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Boys that would do this
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GOJO, Inumaki, MAHITO, KAMINARI, UZUI, DOUMA TENDOU, Bokuto, Nishinoya, Tanaka, ATSUMU
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Made December 28th 2023
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dolliestfairy · 8 months
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Tw : Noncon/Dubcon, Predator x Prey kink, fear kink, Manhandle (?) & Outdoor sex. lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.
Mdni!
Currently thinking abt men who have a predator x prey kink. Men who love to see your trembling expression when he act like some merciless predator. men who loves to play hide and seek with you. despite his own self being a grown man, he cant help but get even more turned on when he sees your scared expression, while his hand pinch your chubby cheeks, only to make you more trembling in fear.
"look at you.. all scared and stuff... you're only making me more excited y'know?"
he's a man who is soo thrilled when he was chasing you. catching you around like a crazy dude, its only a matter of time before his hand get onto your clothes and easily ripped them off, and later on, you'll be getting pinned down beneath him while your pussy service his cock, laughing as a respond from him to your cries, slapping your fat belly and grabbing them with a very harsh grip. and.. ngl you both are going to look like some wild animals fucking each other in the woods, but dont worry though. he's a mass fucking possesive dude. theres no fucking way he'll let some random stranger look at your body. your body is all his and his only for see and touch. and if you forget it? he'll gladly reminds you.
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The Men That i'm talking about Are;
GETO SUGURU, OBITO, Itoshi Brothers, MIYA ATSUMU, KUROO TETSURO, Tsukishima Kei, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, ALEC, Sakamaki Brothers, MUKAMI BROTHERS, Lev Haiba, TENDOU, MADARA, KIBA, ITTO, Childe, Scaramouche, POSEIDON, SEBASTIAN, Malleus, HADES, SHIVA, OVERHAUL, SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY, Horangi, Alejandro, HIDAN, Deidara, Sasori, KAKUZU, OROCHIMARU, UCHIHA SASUKE, SUKUNA RYOMEN & Bachira.
DID I FORGET ANYONE? INSERT UR FAV!
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bachibabe · 5 months
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— 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫 ♡
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synopsis: oh no! what is a cursed spirit supposed to do when he gains interest in a mortal girl? probably not make sex dolls of her, kidnap her, then fuck her until she breaks. but no one told him that!
𖦹₊┆ mahito x fem! reader
𖦹₊┆ wc: 4.5k
𖦹₊┆ warnings: noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, sex doll, cruel and unusual punishment, mindbreak, fear play, blood, biting, marking, minimal prep, cervix bruising, dehumanization (?), creampie, mahito is gross, referring to the sex doll as if it was a real person
𖦹₊┆ notes: the fic ive been writing on and off for a month… she is my baby… i have birthed her. please please please read the warnings and enjoy <33 kms if this doesn’t show up in tags
18+ → minors / blank blogs dni
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Creak.
Footsteps. Footsteps right in front of you. Right in front of your safe haven.
Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please keep walking. Please. If there’s any god out there please make him keep walking.
Bang.
His fist hits the desk right above your head. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why the fuck did you even hide? It was dumb. So dumb. You can’t get away. Maybe if you ran, kept running forever you could get away. But you can't. Not anymore. It’s too late for any of that.
“There you are, pretty doll.” His sick smile is all you see as he leans down, coming into view. He’s crazy. He’s fucking crazy. You know that. You do.
You knew from the moment he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. Practically buzzing as he rocked on his heels. His speech was slurred, manic. He’s never spoken like that before. So. . . so crazy.
You tried to be polite, you really did. You tried to make small talk, to politely excuse yourself even though your hands were shaking.
You tried to close the door on him but it just wouldn’t shut as he kept rambling. His foot shoved in the way, preventing your escape. His dirty fucking sneakers– god even now you remember them so clearly. You remember so many things you wish you didn’t.
How he fucking smiled when you looked back up at him.
It makes your stomach churn to think about it now.
You remember clearly how he grabbed you. He forced his way inside, slowly backing you against the wall. You remember how he grabbed your wrists, talked about how tiny they were in his hands. Showed you only a moment of warmth before harshly biting into the skin, red rising to the surface, coating his tongue. A sound of pain was retched from your throat, trying to pull away while his grip only got tighter. His hips forced you into the wall, trapping you. Keeping you as prey.
He said you taste delicious.
It fucking echos in your head. Makes you go insane with how it repeats over and over again. Exactly how he said the words. The lilt in his tone, the smile that made him look like he just saw the face of god. How excited he sounded at the first taste of blood.
The way you could tell that he craved more.
Craved everything you had to give.
You didn’t think demons were real before that night. Ghosts, angels– anything that goes bump in the night was just a figment of one's imagination. Maybe hallucinations. But this, this was real. How you wish this was all just some stupid hallucination.
Nothing is paranormal before you face the devil himself.
Nothing is more terrifying than when the devil wants you.
You learned that that night.
He dragged you next door, throwing you to the ground. He looked like a shadow, only a silhouette as he stood in the doorway. The moon casting a glow from behind him. You couldn't see his face, none of it was legible as you scrambled backwards. Trying, trying so desperately to put some space between yourself and the beast.
His shoulders heaved as he panted. Like a fucking monser that just got his kill.
He had.
He closed the doors. Locked them with what felt like a million keys. He started fucking giggling. Giggling like a goddamn lunatic as his demeanor changed completely. He was smiling like an innocent little kid. He was happy. The happiest you had ever seen a person before.
“Ahhh~” He sighed, glee laced in his all too cheery tone. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Speaking, churning in your ears so it's all you can hear. It mocks you. Mocks your very being. Mocks you for trying to live a normal life away from him.
You remember how he clung to you that night as you sobbed. Whining about how you shouldnt be sad, that you were home now. He’d coo, playing with your hair as he tried to ‘soothe’ your trembling body. His arms wrapped around you in a vice. It felt like he was choking the air out of your lungs.
Maybe he was trying, maybe he wanted you dead. You really had no clue. You just wanted to get away– be as far away from him as you could. You’d do anything, you told him as much. Change your name, leave the country. You promised you wouldn’t tell anybody! You would tell him anything if it meant you could leave.
But he kept you in place. Tucked in his arms. His entire body wrapped around yours, keeping you close. Keeping his face nuzzled into your neck. Smelling you. Smelling your fear.
He loves that smell.
If you let him he would breathe it in all the time, treating it as the very thing that keeps him alive. Well, until you die anyway. But he knows that won't be anytime soon! You’re strong. You're tenacious. He knows you are. You’ve dealt with so much in your life, you can deal with him too. He just knows it.
He wonders what all of your other emotions smell like.
Hmm.. What about love? That would be an interesting smell. Maybe it would be sweet like honey? Maybe bitter like chocolate… Humans are so interesting. They're so fun.
You are especially. And he knows you’ll like him too. He’s sure of it as you finally tire yourself out, falling asleep on his beat up mattress. Mmhmm crying for hours must really hurt your soul. Poor thing. He would fix it. Fix you up all nice and pretty. Yeah, he knows just how to. His pretty experiment.
Well, he thinks that’s all you are. A nice human experiment for him to play with. To learn everything about. Learn what makes them tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry. Kenjaku told him as much. He could keep a little human as a pet, dispose of them when necessary. But… he doesn’t want to let you go! Just the thought makes him want to cry!
You are already better than he ever imagined!
Bang.
The chair blocking your body is thrown back, assaulting the wall with a deafening crash. Your hands come up, covering your ears. Shit Shit Shit! Fuck, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?! Your body forces itself as far as it can into the corner of the desk. All you can hear, all you can think about is the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.
Why are you so dumb?! You knew you couldn’t win! You never win any of his games!
He squats in front of you, blocking your only means of escape. You hear him, watch him inhale deep before letting out a sick laugh. One that makes you want to cry. One that makes you feel like trying to run– trying to hide is useless. Maybe it is. You don’t see how you could possibly get away.
The pictures covering his walls tell you everything you need to know.
“Found you.” He smiles, crawling towards your body, crawling towards your last bit of safety. He looks like a monster– he is a monster. He can’t be human. He can’t. You refuse to believe it. Your legs kick, they try to get away. They try to be your last line of defense but his face only shows that of an owner looking at a puppy having a fit. He looks so fond of you.
You want to scream.
He grabs your ankle. It hurts. Everything hurts. You should’ve become numb at this point, you wish you had. You feel your body slip out from under the desk, dragged against the hard floor. Pick you up with ease, lay you down in his bed. His gross disgusting bed.
He pouts. He fucking pouts at you. Sits in front of you.
“Don't tell me you’re jealous.” His frowns, tilting his head at you. “I didn't mean to make you! I swear! I just wanted to show you. How much I love you…how good I could make my pretty doll feel.” You could never be jealous. Not of anything involving him.
Especially not involving the putrid fucking sex doll that lays next to you in bed.
How he fucked it last night, making you watch. Made you hold his hand while he thrust into the thing. Made you cup his face as he came inside.
“How I’ve been practicing just for you.” He coos, a smile gracing his lips as he moves to his knees, crawling towards you in the bed. “Humans are hard to understand…And I really just can’t wait for you any longer.”
You don’t hear his words. Your eyes fixated on the doll that looks just like you. Every freckle the same, every mole. Every fucking tiny detail mirrored yours in a lifeless, hollow core made of silicon. Filled up with his cum. You don’t want to think about how many times he’s fucked it. How many times he’s pretended having sex with you while holding it close. How much he had to have spent to get such a thing.
How deep whatever he feels for you runs.
You swear it probably coats his veins. Running under every inch of this skin. Giving it color. Giving it life. It's all you’re able to think about when he leaves you alone in the apartments. It’s hard for you to swallow. To believe for yourself. You wish it is a lie.
You let him get close. You let him into your bubble for only a second. You allow his face into your neck. Biting your skin, drawing blood once again. He loves the taste. You think he's probably obsessed with it. You wanted to recoil away, disgusted with how he hums, lapping at the skin. But you don’t. You need to let him have this. Even if it's just for a second.
You close your eyes tight. You feel him relax. He thinks you’re giving in. You know he does. You can do this. You can do this. You may have only made this decision a moment ago as you stared at the doll, but you had to do this. You had to do it for yourself. It may be the last chance you get. You can’t stop fighting.
You can do this. You can do this.
The mantra chants over and over again in your head like a prayer. You feel his hand reach up, covering your clothed breast with his palm. Massaging it carelessly, without any thought or respect for you. In his head you’re probably the same as that fucking sex doll.
Your knee shoots up. Right into his crotch. Right where it hurts the most. Your hands shove him with all the strength in your body, getting him off of you. Getting him away for only a moment while he recovers. Maybe. Maybe you can make it out of the door. Or maybe you can make it to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. Maybe you have a chance. Just maybe.
Your body scrambles off of the bed, moving faster than you ever thought was possible. You race towards the door, arm reaching out for the handle. You’re so close. You’re almost there. You’re almost able to get away.
Freedom is within your grasp, it's so close you can taste it. He forgot to lock the door, you know he did. You didn't hear any of them click back in place when he came inside. He was too caught up in the moment with trying to find you. If you make it there then maybe, just maybe you can get outside. Run as fast and as far away as you can. Call the police and escape from him. Spread the wings he’s tried to clip.
You land flat on your face.
Not even your arms are able to cushion your fall.
A stitched hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you, dragging you again. Backwards. Back into the cage. Back to him. His chest heaves. His shoulders hunch. He looks disheveled. Crazed.
He has that fucking smile plastered on his face.
“I love it when you run. It's so pretty.” He giggles, “You know me so well.”
You kick at him, thrash your body as he pulls you closer and closer. “Get the fuck away from me!” You yell, though it falls on deaf ears. All the strength in your body is being used to get away. To try and escape from him. He can’t be human. He’s too strong. Even with your struggle he still lifts you easily, like you’re just some fucking little kid having a temper tantrem.
“I’ve been so patient…” He sighs, placing– rather, forcing you onto the edge of the bed. Your knees on the floor as your torso is pressed against the mattress. Your arms pinned behind your back with one of his hands. Your hips pinned in place with his own. You can feel his cock against you. He’s hard. “I really am patient, you know?”
He hums, gently rocking his hips against you. His entire length pressed against your cunt. Taunting you. Words are not needed for you to know what’s to come. “It’s really too bad you know? I’ve run out.”
The simple statement makes your blood run cold.
“I’ve been so gentle…so caring…” He purrs, forcing his sweatpants down his legs. Just enough for his cock to spring free. Just enough for him to be able to stroke himself. For him to press the fat head where he wants– no, no. Needs to be. “I’ve really been trying my best to be good for you.”
You wish you could see. You wish you could see everything– exactly what he is doing. What he is planning to do to your wrecked frame. If, if everything wasn’t such a surprise then maybe… maybe you could make it a little better. But like this… you’re helpless. You’re trapped. You hate it. You can’t stand it. You wish you still had more tears left to cry. But you know it’s over. You can’t do anything now.
Exactly how he wants it– wants you.
You feel him stop moving, an excited gasp resonating from his throat. His entire presence changes in a flash, giddiness taking him over as the cogs in his brain turn. Making his own story, his own reality changing all over again. “Unless, you don't want me to be good for you? You want me to take what I want? That’s why you’ve been trying to run and hide?”
His frame towers over yours, his full weight pressing against your back forcing you deeper into the bed as he mumbles into your ear. “All you had to do was say so~ ♡”
All you can do is whimper in response. Whimper like a wounded animal that's been forced to accept their fate. Your head is blank, devoid of all thoughts and feelings. There is nothing. Nothing you can do.
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe a small part of you does like it. Who knows. You certainly don’t.
He blows gently on your ear, teasing you before he leans back. Your bottoms are forced down, exposing your cunt to the entire room. You can feel him practically buzzing with excitement. With some sick pleasure found deep within his gut.
“So pretty!” He whines, spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your pretty little cunt. You hate that you’re already wet. You hate that the feeling of his cock did it to you just moments before. You hate that he can see it. You hate the way pride bubbles up in his gut. The way you can hear him lick his lips like a starved man.
Hate what the other little voice is saying inside of your head. Hate that even maybe a little bit of your soul wants to feel him. The quiet fucked up voice that you always try to scilence.
“Mm… I wanna taste you so bad but… I really can’t wait anymore… what am I supposed to do!!” You can practically hear the pout plastered on his lips. “Ah~”
The fat head of his cock finds its way back to your cunt, dragging itself up and down your lips. Milking every last bit of wetness out of your hole. Your nails dig into your own hands— maybe his. It’s hard to tell where you stop and he begins. When he’s this close it’s hard to tell much of anything.
“We have forever together don’t we?” He chuckles, his head stopping at your unprepped little hole. Attempting to push into it with just enough pressure to have you squirm. Have you bite down on the sheet to silence any sounds that might try to come through. “We can try out all sorts of fun things together~”
His thumb aids as he tries to push the head of his cock inside. Prodding, trying to force his way inside without a care in the world for how it might hurt. How it might feel for you. He’s too big— you’re, you’re too tight. You can’t take it! It won’t fit you just, just!
“Mmmm!!” A muffled cry breaks free from your throat as the head of his cock buries itself in your cunt. Your ears ring, pain taking over your senses as he lets out a mouth watering, near pornographic moan from above you.
His grip on your wrists tighten, eyes staring at where he’s fucked himself into you. Wow~ it’s so pretty. He never expected a human to feel this good! It’s incredible! Magnificent! And this is just the first inch of him? Oh my… he can only imagine what bottoming out with feel like— how it will feel when his cock is pressed against your cervi—
Wait wait!! He’s getting ahead of himself again. A gasp leaves his throat as he pulls out, a muffled whine leaving your own. Your hole clenches around nothing. What a cute little thing! It’s calling him back in!! He knew you wanted this, he knows all about you huh?
He drags his cock back and forth through your lips again, red mixing in with the pretty white. He dips his cock head over and over again into your entrance, thrusting himself deeper and deeper every time. Stretching you just perfectly around his length.
Hmm, humans like prep right? He figures that this is close enough. His doll doesn’t need it. She just takes him right away— someday you’ll be the same! He just needs to break you in! But until then, he needs to savor this… who knows when you might come around again?
Mmm… you’re too mean to him. Yeah, that’s all it is.
Ah, it’s too bad he’s too lost to notice you’re already falling apart. Your back is arching on its own. Working without permission to give him a better angle. Your hips bucking, leaning back ever so slightly as he presses into your cunt. Urging him just a little deeper. Your pussy is too wet to think about anything, your head in a daze as he teases you, taunts you relentlessly.
You don’t want this— at least you think you don’t. But, it’s so hard to know what you really want when you’re head gets like this. When it’s actually feeling good. When the pleasure mixes with pain to concoct something dangerous. Something that makes you unsure of anything really. Maybe you’re dumb, maybe you’re stupid. Yeah. You probably are. But that’s okay. He likes that.
He likes you.
He slides his cock inside of your hole, his hand moving to your ass as thrusts his hips. Forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Your walls clenching around every inch that pushes its way inside. God, you’ve never felt so full. You’ve never felt anything like this. Anything like his cock, anything like him.
Whimpers, whines, all sorts of sounds escape your throat as you let him do what he pleases. Give into whatever twisted pleasure is being given to you. It’s hard to stop them when he’s even louder— panting like a fucking dog as he feels you. Feels every inch of you. Makes you two become one.
He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your entire body is being pushed into the bed, spine curving up to meet him with every demonic thrust of his hips. Every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass, every time the head of his cock meets with your cervix, pain racks through your body. You can’t take it. You feel like you’re going crazy. You feel like you’re the insane one.
The sound of skin against skin penetrating the sound of your ears like some sort of sick, twisted song. A song he plays so well. One you don’t want him to stop. No matter how much it hurts, how it stings you, you just can’t find it in yourself to push him away. His moans feel like a siren’s voice, luring you closer and closer, pushing you so close to the edge.
“Why’s she so mean!” He whines, his thrusts frantic and hurried. Only caring for his own pleasure, only caring about him. “Won’t let me in any deeper doll! Can you believe that?” He groans, pressing his cock so hard against your cervix you nearly scream in pain. Your body thrashes, trying to get away from the sensation.
He shushes you quietly, leaning his torso against your back as he coos. “Shh… shh… it’s okay… we won’t try that today okay? Must be too much for you… poor thing.” His hips relent, slowly rocking into your battered cunt to give you a little bit of a break. To rest before the main event.
You want to cringe at how wet you sound, how messy you’ve become due to his cock and his cock alone. How greedily your pussy takes him, urging him back with every thrust. Wanting it. Wanting him.
You see his arm reach past your head, grabbing onto your mimics hair. Pulling the doll closer. Holding its head so it’s staring right into your eyes. It’s so lifeless. So hollow.
“It’s okay.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Someday you’ll take me just like she can, yeah? You’ll be sooo~ good for me.” His hips start to pick up their pace again, thighs slapping against your ass so hard you might see stars. So hard you actually want to listen to him.
“I had to break her in too, real good.” He pants out, loosing himself in the feeling of your tight, warm walls.
You flinch away. You can’t look at it anymore. Can’t look at a face that is exactly your own yet so cold and distant. So lost. Used for months on end. Maybe a little sense comes back to you, a small part of reality seeping back into your skull.
He tsks. Fucking tsks and shakes his head in disappointment. “That won’t do… I need my girls to like each other…” He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at the thing. The creature with your hair and eyes.
“Kiss it.” His voice changes in a second, morphing into something commanding. Something scary. Fuck reality. Living in whatever dream you’ve created for yourself is better. Better than facing this. You don’t want to disobey. You want to listen, want him to let you cum. Maybe want his praise, even if it’s just a little.
Your lips meet with the cold, lifeless silicon. Tasting whatever disgusting leftover cum can be found on its lips. He pushes the head against your lips, forcing you to lick your tongue inside. “Adorable!!”
He likes it. He likes it too much. You can tell.
Tell by the way his hips pick up speed, forcing your used hole to take him over and over again. Forcing you to accept him into your body. Forcing you to fall for his cock. Make sure no one else will ever be able to use it. Use you like the way he wants to.
Can tell by the way his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. His pace completely out the window as he searches for nothing but his own release.
Maybe you like it too. Like the way his cum tastes. Like the way he took this, took all of you for himself. All of you flesh as his. The coil tightens in your stomach, white specks start to form behind your eyelids. You’re close, too fucking close you just can’t take it anymore.
A loud moan leaves your lips, muffled by the silicon held against your mouth. Waves of pleasure crashing through your frame like a tidal wave of ecstasy as white paints the inside of your walls. Ears ringing, vision gone white as endorphins fill your brain making you forget— forget everything about this moment. How fucked up it is. How you want more.
Your walls clamp around his cock as it jerks in your cunt, milking every last drop of cum from him. Filling you up until you’re full. Until you can’t think anymore. Until you’re so tired you just want to collapse.
He drops the doll letting you pull your head back to finally be able to breathe again fully. Your frame slumps against the bed. Tired. Drained of everything it has to give.
He slowly pulls out of your abused little hole, watching the way it flutters around nothing. Watching the white mixed with red slowly drip out of it onto the rug. “Humans are such incredible little things…”
He smiles, shallowly dipping a finger inside your hole before popping it in his mouth. Just a little taste. “You did so good doll…” He pets your hair, gives you some sort of comfort after everything he’s done. It’s the least you deserve.
He moves your body into the bed with ease, pulling a blanket over your shaking form. A nap would be good right now. It’s always good to give humans at least one nap a day! Mhmm… and you seem like you could use one.
He moves behind you, wrapping an arm around your body from behind. Pulling you close to his chest. Making no mind to fix your clothes. This is good. This is right. It’s how it’s always supposed to have been!! Ah, and now he has all the time to make you understand that too. He’s so lucky. So lucky to have found such a good human.
“Night night dolly…” He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair gently. Coaxing you to sleep. “Let’s have a great day tomorrow too, yeah?”
Right. Cause this is forever. ♡
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Friends with Benefits with Jujutsu Kaisen Characters
Pairing: Yuuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi, Nobara Kugisaki, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Maki Zenin, Haruta Shigemo, Mahito x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, confessions, post-sex cuddles, friends with benefits, creampie, marking, biting, neck kissing, possessiveness, degradation
A/N: If they were my friends I'd take all their benefits.
YUUJI, NOBARA, NANAMI
Initially likes how you're available to call and text often and that you you're just a phone call away. They're pretty affectionate both during and after sex, kissing your forehead, massaging you, making you food. They whisper sweet nothings that you can't decipher because they're too busy eating your pussy. Feel complete around you, not just when they're inside of you, no just having you by their side is enough.
"Can't you stay a bit longer tonight, I wanna hold you some more. Do I look like I care that we're sticky and messy? We can take turns cleaning each other up if you want. Thought so, we can do it tomorrow then. Hey, I was thinking, I don't have Sorcerer work for a few days, how about you and I go somewhere. Like a date yeah, if you want it to be that."
SUKUNA, GETO, MAHITO
You'd think you were already theirs from the amount of cum that has been pumped into you over the course of your arrangement. You might not be official but they sure do act like they own you, leaving you with marks on marks after every encounter. There's no position they wouldn't fuck you in, seeing how your eyes glaze over when they thrust and move you around like their fucktoy, they're enjoying this much more then with any other person. They don't want any other person, and they sure as hell don't want you to go to anyone else either.
"Another one, you can take more cum in that slutty hole I know it. And if you can't well there are other holes I can fill hahaha. Oh don't act like you hate it, you've been calling my name for the past three hours, moaning and thrashing around, begging for more like a lowly slut. Does my slut want more? Aw, you're so pretty opened up and full of my cum like that. You don't let anyone else fuck you like this do you? You better not, I don't want anyone else knowing how good your holes are."
FUSHIGURO, GOJO, HARUTA, MAKI
They confess to you in the middle of having sex with you. They've been holding back from saying anything for a while now, always biting their tongue when it was time to confess. No more, they can't bare to see you go off with someone else when they're already here, they love you. They're hugging you from behind, kissing your neck as they ease out of your tight pussy, feeling you relax against them and whispering how they love you. Arms tighten around you in anxiety, waiting for your rejection, instead receiving a kiss and being straddled, wanting to celebrate the new status of your relationship.
"You're so cute like this. Found your weak spot over here huh, you can squirm I'm not letting you go. Maybe I never want to let you go. Yeah, I don't, I'm tired of seeing you leave, I'd much rather have you by my side forever. What do you say beautiful, wanna be my girl? If you don't, let me know now because I can't keep- oh. You like me too, oh, I see. Uhm. Great. Hah. Wait, what are you doing now? A celebration? Haven't had enough yet?"
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yanderenightmare · 5 months
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Mahito
TW: slight NSFW, degradation, dehumanization, Stockholm Syndrome, Mahito in and of himself, platonic to romantic yandere
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Mahito makes it a point to treat you like an animal – his human pet.
Ever since he first took you. The cage, the collar, the petting, and the treats. 
Most of the time, when he talks to you, he acts as though you’re incapable of understanding complex conversation, using only a few words and simple commands – a smile stretching his face, stroking your head when you do good. Other times, he acts as though he’s forgotten you can even speak at all. The worst part is – you don’t really know whether he’s faking or not. 
He takes you for walks and plays with you – letting you off the leash for a game of hide´n´seek in the forest where he chases you down barefoot – he doesn’t really care about the rules or that he’s breaking the basic premise of the game. He just laughs, liking the way you pant and wince against the mossy floor after he’s hunted and tackled you down for the umpteenth time, sweaty while you beg him to take you home with teary eyes and puffy cheeks. Home – being where he keeps you.
You used to refuse, you used to run away and fight him when he caught you – with scratching and clawing and biting and barking, but you soon learned to behave. He told you he had no use for rabid pets and threatened you with transfiguration, warning you not to bore him, and ultimately – after having seen him twist enough people into mockeries – you stopped doing much more than obey.
You’re constantly blue with bruises and stinging from scratches – but you wash in the hot springs when Mahito brings you along – soaking your aching muscles in the warmth while he cheats in playing Marco Polo, sneaking a peak and tagging you with a laugh – awfully resembling that of a child. You swear you often have to shake the feeling of mothering him out of your head before doing something regrettable.
Other times, he’ll take you to the beach. You asked him once how it was possible, but he’d just booped your nose with a smile and told you it was something you wouldn’t be able to wrap your little head around – and, looking towards the horizon of the never-ending sea, inside what you could have sworn was a concrete building, you couldn’t help but agree with him.
Sometimes you see his friends and hide behind him. He thinks it funny and excuses you, laughing out that you’re shy. And you suppose he’s right. 
You used to be shy around him, too. You don’t know when you accepted it – being his pet.
Lately, he’s been inviting you to sleep with him in his hammock instead of your cage. And everything except your left brain betrays you as you lie snug against his side, with his arm softly holding you around your midriff. He’s so warm, and your whole body feels cottony at the pleasantness of another’s embrace after having gone so long without it. Actually, you almost cry, resting your head atop the rise and fall of his chest, closing your eyes to the steady beat of his heart thumping just beneath your ear. In the moment, you even forget he isn’t human. It just feels nice. 
You don’t even mind when he dances his fingers up your arm in ticklish touches. Instead, you nuzzle into him with something so vulnerable as a moan leaving your lips. 
His eyes travel from reading the pages of his book to the blissful look on your face and the way your smaller hand grips his tunic – but he doesn’t make much of it aside from raising a brow.
He’s seen scenes like this at the theatre – sappy love stories Junpei used to cry his eyes out over – awkward teenagers in dark silent bedrooms and clothes on the floor, then kisses and hugs and naked flesh and sweat and heavy breaths and moaning. He can’t deny it makes him curious despite never having felt any personal need to truly understand any of it. It's a human thing after all.
Your warmth makes him wonder, though. He’s always enjoyed the soft feel of your skin on his fingertips, whether you’re trembling or not – it has an interesting texture – warm and doughy. He could imagine it would feel good pressed against his body, too.
Without a word, he tugs your shirt up your torso, pulling on it until you raise your arms and allow him to remove it entirely. You became a little tense then, hiding your naked chest from him by folding your arms. 
He takes off his tunic just as casually, and you don’t understand it, but suddenly you feel a little blushy. But you don’t say anything – almost as though you’ve forgotten you can speak just the way he pretends.
His skin’s ashen and pale – but his torso is just like a normal guy’s – toned with muscles, two nipples, and a belly button. Oh, and stitches. Like a patchwork.
He lifts his arm, and you take the cue, laying down again – now skin to skin. He’s even warmer now, you note – and something about the feel of bare skin makes your head hot. And you can't help how that heat spreads between your thighs – but you keep it to yourself.
He lifts his book and begins reading it again, turning the pages with the same hand he holds it up with. But his free hand travels from resting on your hip to your chest.
You suppress a shudder by biting your lip, and he cups your tit with absentminded curiosity – paying you not a glance while his eyes lazily skim the words in front of him, giving your breast a firm squeeze.
He keeps track of your small shufflings despite you trying to keep them to yourself – charting what touches elicit your reactions. Soon, he finds your nipple, feeling it stiffen with yearning beneath his thumb, pushing it like a button only for it to bud out again. You stifle a sound he hasn’t heard from you before.
He reads his book finished, then lets it drop flat on the floor beneath you. His statement is like a resolution. “Let’s play a new game.”
You peek up at him from the nook of his arm. “Game?” You ask, but he's already maneuvering your body despite it causing an unsteady swing in the hammock.
He ignores both it and your question. Giving you those very curt commands one would say to a trained pet. “Up on my lap.”
You follow. “Okay-”
You’re straddling him next. Bare-chested while he lifts both hands to cup each tit.
You’re fully flushed now, face steadily getting dewy from the heat as you look away – bowing your head off to the side with your teeth sunk into your lip.
He’s playing. Groping the pillows with fingers now swallowed in the fat before releasing again, twisting the perky nips with eyes feeling a little foggy at the sight. His mouth suddenly waters, thinking about how it looks as though they were made to be eaten – no, not eaten exactly, but something else, something similar...
Indulging the thought, he leans in and envelopes the sensitive things between his lips, sucking on them with his warm wet tongue circling and flicking the point.
Old instincts resurface at the pleasant feeling and you grind your hips down on his lap without thinking.
He falls victim to it, too – taking your hips in both hands while grinding whatever it is that’s gaining weight between his thighs up into that place between yours.
The feeling is more than nice, forcing his entire body to be both mellow and tense with a hunger for more all at the same time.
He presses his face entirely against your chest, nuzzling between the soft mounds there with his cheek. Hands slipping from your hips to pull you closer and grind you harder down on his lap, slithering his arms around the small of your back and hugging you hard.
And you don’t want to think about how fucked up it is when you need it so badly – rolling your hips down, riding that bump you feel nudged against your crotch – like it's the only source of comfort you've had for months. You think about its size – it feels big – you can’t help but picture it – long and pale, probably with a curve and a sharp spine – fuck, you need it – want it pounding your guts, want his pelvis slapping against your clit as his fat cock shoves against your womb – filling you up with thick and filthy warmth-
You still with a shudder when you climax, breaths heavy and shaky. In the blind chase, you’d caressed his head and held it to your chest like a lover would, hugging him close with your body pressed flat against him.
He’s also panting, hot and damp huffs dewy against your skin.
There's something sticky in his pants… and he could have sworn your souls had merged there for a moment...
He’s never felt that before.
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Twisted (Mahito x F!Reader)
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This has been in my drafts for a year and in light of @aquadenks having a mahito moment I just quickly made it somewhat cohesive. It may not be as flashed out as it could be ♡
Tw: dark content, angst with some smut, it's fucking mahito, dubcon, yandere, reader is getting tortured in the beginning that is violent, geto (kenny) threatens with noncon once, manipulating him to falling for mahito, kidnapped, Stockholm syndrome, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (f->m), tentacles, breeding kink, Virgin mahito, marking (carves his name into your skin), reader being called pet or toy, no happy end for reader, mahito is possessive and obsessed, ooc ig lmao
Teaser: The subtle possessiveness that he developed over you did not slip past you, you didn't understand it and it terrified you but you could exploit that. It was all but a ticking time bomb as well, but the best option you had right now to survive. You walked towards Mahito and he took a step back thinking you'd attack him but then, all you did was fall into his arms, burying your face into his chest and holding him close.
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You were hanging in cuffs on the wall, body limp and head hanging low. Your arms were burning from supporting your weight, your hair glued to your bloody skin. You were shaking from the cold, not from fear… and nothing bothered Mahito more.
Why weren't you scared? Why weren't you crying and sobbing and begging, being like every other human he has done this to. You were a Sorcerer, it was probably that but even– no, you should be terrified! He needed you to be.
Mahito grunted, grabbed your face tightly and forced you to look at him. Your eyes were unbroken, holding his gaze with ease and maybe even slightly curiosity. Mahito felt a sting in his body, the color of your pupils and the rebelling spark… why did he feel this way? He wanted to gnar on his own bones because he just needed you to be–… he didn't know. It made him feel sick.
You spit blood into his face and erupted into a grin, teeth all but crimson. "Gettin' frustrated, M'ito? Poor you," your voice was faint, mocking.
Mahito let go of you. "No one has ever gotten on my nerves like this before? I don't really know what to do… it's so intense? It kinda is fun?" He collected the blood from his face and licked it off his thumb. "Please excuse me for a moment, dear," he said and slammed the door behind him. Mahito didn't know this feeling that was surging through him, a flare, a fever of the worst kind and it made his insides all but simmer.
"Got her to break?" Geto asked with a crooked eyebrow. He could tell Mahito was different, more serious than usual.
"She isn't scared! She just– it doesn't bother her, Geto! I carved her skin up and touched her soul several times and she doesn't even flinch when I grab her!" Mahito complained with a smile on his face then threw his hands into his hair and a wicked laugh erupted from him. "She's special… I don't know this feeling I'm having."
"Come," Geto turned back to the room you were locked into. His eyes were quick to assess you, take note of all the wounds that would be lethal in a few hours. Your gaze was defiant still, staring back at him.
"You have never learned your lesson, have you, my friend?" Geto's voice was level, no, it was patronizing. "I don't want to kill you," he grabbed a fistful of your hair and in his peripheral vision saw Mahito stir.
"You wouldn't ask such stupid questions..," you whispered. "If you really were Suguru, you fucking psycho."
Geto landed a hard slap across your face and now Mahito was fast beside him. He did that to test his theory, see just how far gone Mahito was. Geto turned to look at the gray haired curse now.
"Geto, my friend, She is my—" he was struggling to find a word that would encapsulate the feeling. "Project," Mahito said through gritted teeth.
Geto smiled gently and turned back to you, gentle touches freeing your face from the sticky hair that leached at it. He then took a soft cloth and dragged it gingerly on the cuts to clean them. Mahito could see it now, the twitch in your eyes as you stared Geto down. It was utter confusion, but it was so close to fear too. It only riled Mahito up more. Geto caught your body as he freed you from your cuffs and even though you tried to muster up the strength to get away, he picked you up into his arms only to give you to Mahito.
Mahito held his breath feeling your weight, your warmth and your shallow breaths so close. It felt intoxicating. You were limp against his chest. He never wanted to put you down ever again.
"Get (Y/N) to the hot springs and let her clean up and care for her wounds," Geto's voice was gentle just like his gaze. He brushed his palm against the back of your head tenderly and it made Mahito's insides scream and boil. The touch was too gentle and familiar. "We don't want our guest to bleed out, now do we?" Geto nodded and with that Mahito started to walk, wanting to get you away from Geto as far as possible.
He stepped through the portal door and you winced at the harsh lighting change being in that dark room for days. The sun was burning against your face and you buried it in Mahito's shoulder involuntarily.
He cooed, "oh, there, there." He sat you down on the edge of the spring. You were so weak you could barely keep yourself upright. Mahito licked his lips as he stood behind you. His fingers reached for your cut up, blood soaked shirt and pulled at it. He wanted to see you bare so badly. He has never felt like it before.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
"I just meant to help," he clicked his tongue.
You hissed and took your clothes off yourself before slipping into the warm and rejuvenating water with a whimper that made Mahito feel hazy.
He watched how your blood washed away, how your hair became soaked and clung to your bare back. Your skin looked so beautiful with all the cuts he put on you. You were covering your breasts and Mahito wished you didn't, eyes stuck on the voluptuous flesh splurging from your hands.
Geto came back with a box that he left at the edge. He sat down in the sand across from Mahito watching how you moved to the edge to open the first aid kit. "I bet that works better with both hands. Come now, I've seen you naked before, haven't I?"
Your eyes were like daggers. You turned away from him and towards Mahito, your other hand slipped from covering your breasts and Mahito swallowed. He wanted to touch; touch not to change anything just to feel. You sat on the edge of the pond and began stitching yourself up, hissing and whimpering. Mahito was watching you so closely that even as you tried to conceal it… he was very much aware of your discomfort and pain. When you were done your fingertips shook and the needle clattered on the stone.
You dipped back into the water, welcoming the warmth. "What now?" You asked, voice monotone as can be.
Geto sighed, "you know what I want from you. You can give it to me or I can force you. It really is your decision." He got up and for a moment you thought about running, just escaping but you knew it had no use in your current state. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back so you looked at him. "I will get it either way."
"Does it bother you?" You hissed in his face. "That your big plan sucks so much that you need me? Didn't you always tell me how weak I was? You are pathetic!"
Geto grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the water to pin you down underneath him. "What happened to you, dear? You used to be so… submissive? Now I see nothing but a brat!"
You struggled against him. "Back then you actually had charm. Go figure," you whispered with hostility.
"I wonder… does this cunt of yours still fit me so snugly?"
"Probably not, Satoru–" A slap shut you off for a second. "He's bigger than you… for the record." This time his fist collided with your face. You blinked, not allowing your body to pass out.
Geto got off you and sat down on a rock, smiling and looking soft as can be.
"I will be civil and give you s fair opportunity. Run," he said. "Go, on. Run for your life, (Y/N)."
Adrenaline rushed through your veins now. It was a losing battle, nothing but a trick to give you the spark of hope only to crush it. There was no way you would get away, no way he would let you. You got to your feet and turned away from Suguru to Mahito and you decided he was your only hope. The subtle possessiveness that he developed over you did not slip past you, you didn't understand it and it terrified you but you could exploit that. It was all but a ticking time bomb as well, but the best option you had right now to survive.
You walked towards Mahito and he took a step back thinking you'd attack him but then, all you did was fall into his arms, burying your face into his chest and holding him close. Mahito was frozen in place at first and then timidly wrapped his arms around you.
"Geto? Can you explain this? It is a peculiar reaction, isn't it?" Mahito felt his blood rush to his face.
"She's just trying to confuse. Do not think about it too hard, my friend," Geto grabbed you forcefully, pulling you away.
"Mahito!" You pleaded and tried to hold on to him but you had no chance. Geto dragged you away and Mahito was left on the beach, speechless for the first time in his life as the feeling of you lingered.
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Geto told him to stay away from you but Mahito couldn't. You were occupying his mind every second of the day and at night it was so much worse. The silence and the protection of the darkness made his mind wander into places he could not explain. He wanted to feel you in ways he had no words to describe. Mahito opened the door and was greeted by the tangy taste of blood in the air. You were cowering in the corner in a puddle of your own blood, cut and bruised with broken ribs too probably. Geto had no sympathy.
You flinched when you realized footsteps were approaching and squeezed your eyes shut when someone kneeled beside you. Mahito felt sick in a way he had never before. He didn't feel sorry for you, he wasn't capable of empathy but he was angry. Maybe he was just annoyed this was not his doing? Mahito didn't know.
"It's me," his voice was sweet as honey. "Geto really roughed you up, huh?" You fell forward into his arms, sobbing and shaking, leaving him stunned once more.
"Naw, you are getting blood all over me," he whined and you were gonna pull away but he did not let you either. You sat there for a moment in silence and eventually you could feel Mahito relax.
"You know, if you'd just agree… this would stop," he said.
You shook your head, "h-he will kill m-me the s-second he gets w-what he wants. That's not h-how I'll go."
"Yeah… that is true, probably," he let out a soft laugh. "How ironic… there is no reason for you to give him your key. Are you just holding out because of spite? You can't win," he traveled his finger down your body, over cuts and bruises and fractures probably too. He hummed when you hissed softly. "Like, I am impressed you aren't dead yet, really."
You let out a sharp huff. "Mahito," you sighed softly. "Help me, please."
He chuckled gently, "now why would I do that, hm?" His hand moved to your hair, feeling the strands, the smell of blood sticking to them.
"Because you are alone."
Mahito let out a laugh, distaste and ridicule prominent in the small sound but it faded to a stuck, choking breath as his whole body tensed. "Am I? Am I alone?" Was that true? Could that be true? He had the others? He had the other… he wasn't alone. "I might be alone… is that why… why when you came here I felt so–" You closed your arms tighter around him and he let out a tiny gasp.
"I will give G-Geto the key but," you whispered. "Please, don't let him take me away from you," you begged and Mahito's next breath came out labored. "I'll join you, I'll do anything, but don't leave me again, please. I'll be there for you… I'll be there for you, Mahito. I want to be."
"O-okay," his voice came out shallow, unsure but with a hint of curiosity too.
》》》》
"Geto?" Mahito cooed. "I have something to talk to you about?"
"Can it wait, Mahito?"
"No, no, I don't think it can. You see, I want to keep (Y/N)."
Geto now turned to the young curse, eyeing him suspiciously. "Keep her?"
"I want to have a friend, Geto. Cmon. She'll give you the key and I get to keep her as a plaything. I'll dispose of her myself, too, when it gets boring. Pretty please!"
"She will give me the key?" Geto's eyebrow jerked.
"Yes," Mahito smiled. "She promised."
"Could it be that she is manipulating you, Mahito?" Geto folded his arms. "How clear is your head?"
"Crystal. Oh, cmon! Let me have some fun for once! I want a pet! Cmon."
"You always do," Geto hummed but there was no reasoning with Mahito now.
"Alright… but there are rules."
》》》》
You were curled up on one of the beach chairs. Mahito had healed your body but you were too drained, the circumstances were not in favor of your recovery either. You needed to keep this up, needed to keep Mahito engaged until you were strong enough to flee. First things first, you needed to figure out where in the world you were. You opened your eyes finally and startled back. Mahito was just staring at you, standing over you like a vulture.
"Oh, sorry," he smiled.
"Did I fall asleep again?" You rubbed your face and sat up. "Shit."
Mahito watched you closely as your eyes wandered around quickly and precisely. "Geto is not here at the moment, if you worry about that," he cooed and twirled some of your hair in his finger. Why was he so fascinated by your hair? It was just sorcerer hair, nothing special about it.
"Mahito-kun, I need new clothes," you met his eyes as he looked down on you. Your clothes were all cut up, barely holding together and stained with blood and grime.
"I suppose you do," he narrowed his eyes. "Let's bathe and see what we can do about it, shall we do that?" He just wanted to see you naked again was the truth.
You gave a nod and Mahito got up walking a few paces before realizing you couldn't keep up. He thought it was amusing how you tried to hide the tremors in your legs, digging your nails into your own palm and biting your lip. Adorable really. "Cmon, hurry!" He instructed and reeled at the way you tried just because he said so. What else could he dictate like that; see you try so hard to fulfill his request? Mahito picked you up when you reached him and walked you to the pool. You both got in and your body felt so hugged and protected in the hot water.
"What else do you need?" He asked as he was floating around you in the hot springs. "What do sorcerer need, hmm?"
"Food, water– drinkable water. Some things from the drugstore and a blanket would be nice," you said.
"That's all?" Mahito frowned. "Nothing indulgent? You humans love to be wasteful, now don't be coy."
You blinked at him, sitting on a stone in the water, "come here?"
Mahito hesitated for a moment but then swan over to you sensing no hostility. You made him turn his back to you and untied his hair, reaching for the front pieces your breasts squished against his back. Mahito swallowed hard.
You combed through his hair with your fingers as best as you could, untangling the long strands. "You know humans are all individuals, right?"
He laughed, "you are all the same on some level. Fake and so fragile."
"Like you curses are all the same," you smiled. "There is virtually no difference between you and Jogo at all, hm?"
"The question then is, does the individual count against the collective? In the great scheme of things, what's individuality worth?" Mahito leaned back against you and mused.
"Well, I am sure there would be a philosophical answer to this but we are on a floating rock in space. Life is meaningless but we are trapped."
"Trapped in it?" Mahito now looked alert. "It's a cycle that continues no matter what, but trapped I would not call it." You started to braid some of his hair but didn't answer. "If you feel trapped why don't you change or kill yourself?"
You let out a dry laugh, "that is not how it works."
"Ah!" Mahito leaned his head back against your breasts and looked up at you, beaming mischievously. "Now I understand. You are too much of a coward to die. That must suck!" He laughed.
You tied his hair together again. "Mahito? Does the soul die? Or is there something after death? Reincarnation? The afterlife?"
He turned around and felt over the braids you put in his hair. Exciting! He needed to find a mirror to look at them.
Mahito shrugged, "how am I supposed to know? I never died." He didn't get why that made you smile but he felt proud of himself about it.
He gave you some of his clothes for now and he wholly enjoyed how they looked on you. He wanted to mark you as his but he wasn't really sure yet how, you wearing his clothes would do for now but it was not the satisfaction he was after.
You collected some fruits before the two of you sat back down on the beach chairs. "Can I have a knife?" You asked. "To cut the mangos."
"Geto told me to not give you any weapons," he hummed and raised his hand, changing his fingers into a blade. He cut it for you.
"Thank you. D-do you sleep at all? Eat?" You looked at him only to have your eyes fall. He was watching you so intensely it almost burned. You bit into the mango, sweetness and tangy juices putting your hungry and dehydrated body into a frenzy. You nearly inhaled the golden fruit.
"Sometimes I do for fun, but I don't have to," he hummed. You handed him another mango and he cut it once more. "Dreaming is just really interesting. Do you dream?"
You looked at him now. You didn't think curses could dream. That was new information to you. "My dreams never make sense but right now– they are only nightmares. What do you dream about, Mahito?"
"A better world," he sighed. "I suppose. It's just me and my fellow curses doing all we desire– but you'll see my dream come true soon enough."
You felt yourself get tired again but feared Mahito’s patience would run thin if you slept once more. It was all so awkward but you knew you needed to step up the game if you wanted to keep Mahito engaged and yourself alive. You got up and he looked at you confused, following every last one of your movements as you straddled his lap and laid your head down on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He wondered, his voice light. He did not mind.
"I'm cold," you admitted. The fresh breeze coming from the ocean nipped at your skin as the sun was about to hit the horizon.
Mahito let out a laugh and his hands timidly moved over your thighs, the bulge of your ass up the curve of your back until he held a fistful of your hair and pulled you back to look at him. You had to admit he was beautiful, especially with the way all these oranges and pinks danced on his skin now.
"You know," he whispered. "It is kinda fucked up how you keep seeking my closeness when–" his other hand cupped your chin and his thumb dragged across your bottom lip, his eyes fixed on your mouth. "When I could kill you with one touch."
"Maybe that's the thrill?" Your voice came out as a husk and your eyes met.
"Thrill?" His gaze softened with curiosity, his mismatched eyes twinkling. "This thrills you?" He pushed his thumb into your mouth and felt the roughness of your tongue while the other hand released your hair and slowly traveled down to your tits. Mahito loved how red your cheeks grew. He loved to feel you. He released your mouth and grinned. "It does thrill me, too? How interesting."
》》》》
Mahito woke up without your weight on top of him and looking to the side the beach chair was empty too. He felt a panic surge through his body, felt his insides foam with anger. Geto was right. You just us–
"Mahito?" You called softly from the forest. "I found something–"
His hands were around your throat in an instant, your eyes widened as you clawed on his arm.
"I don't like when you go places without me! You stay with me at all times! You are mine! And my things, stay close to me!" He said with such stern calmness your head was spinning.
"Y-yes," you got out and he released his grip. You fell to his chest and gasped and coughed. "I am sorry. It will not happen again. I am so sorry."
"I forgive you," he cooed. "What did you find?" He switched back to his playfulness so quickly.
You rubbed your neck, blanking for a second. "A tree."
He frowned, "there are lots of trees–"
"No, a special one," you smiled and took his hand, leading him through the thick foliage until you stood before the huge trunk of a mystical tree. It stretched out high and the branches were thick like elongated terraces. The aura it sent out was calming.
"Hanami would like this," Mahito's eyes sparkled. "Have you climbed up?"
You shook your head but boldly jumped on his back, your legs wrapped around him. "I wanted to climb up together with you."
He laughed softly, "you are just too weak." He elongated his legs and soon you were up on a branch, so tiny compared to this tree. It felt like you were in the sky, a million stars sparkling above you. Your face twisted with sublime awe but Mahito only had eyes for you. He wanted to bind you to him, wanted to never be apart from you again, the feeling was all consuming. But right now he just wanted to touch you more.
Mahito closed the small distance between you and him and his hands found your hips. They moved across your stomach until he was cupping your tits in his palms.
"Mahito?"
"Shh," he hummed. "I just want to feel you, pet."
You clenched your teeth as he fumbled your breasts, squeezing them and squishing the soft flesh a million different ways. Your heart was running so fast and it would have been enjoyable if the fabric of his shirt wasn't so itchy against your sensitive skin.
"Mahito–"
"Just let–"
You took your shirt off.
"Oh," he chuckled. "No, that's better. Smart, you." He could feel your hardened nipples now, circling his fingertips over the nubs then he pinched them and you gasped. "Why did you make that sound?"
You were blushing, no words forming on your lips and Mahito did it again, only increasing the pressure. You hissed and breathed shakily. You shouldn't but something in your mind was still burning. All the mean things he could do to you, it was fucked up but you couldn't stop the thoughts now.
"It feels good," you heaved, embarrassed and laid your head back against his shoulder.
He giggled, "where else does it feel good?" He felt how you hesitated and clicked his tongue. "Now don't be shy, sorcerer. I wanna know."
You took his huge hand and slowly moved it towards your core. He brushed over your clothed cunt and you held your breath for a second.
"There?" He cooed.
You felt Mahito sigh softly as he moved his hand into your pants, his head moved to the side so he could look down your body as his fingers timidly explored your folds. "I have read about female anatomy and of course I have seen my fair share of women with my experiments but this feels like nothing I have ever touched. Is this your clit?" Mahito reeled at how your legs shook and your breath hitched when he rubbed the nub. You laid your head back against him, mouth slightly open as you moaned softly. "Must be," he laughed and his fingers now moved more confidently, circling the clit at various speeds and pressures until he had a pretty good idea of what made you sound so pathetically cute.
"M-Mahito," you gasped as you felt your orgasm inch closer.
His voice was so light, so soft but with that sharp edge, "yeah? Are you going to orgasm?"
You nodded and reached around to hold onto his hair, tugging harshly. Maybe it was that you really needed a release or just how absolutely wrong this was but your head was buzzing and your body a puddle in his touch.
"Well, show me then," he said against your ear, smiling wide. "I wanna see."
You let out a more strangled moan and Mahito thought it was so beautiful. You threw your head back and your body started to shake against his hold of you, legs trembling and closing tightly as you lost yourself in whiny sounds.
"That's beautiful," he said excitedly and pulled you to the ground with him. "You just can't help it, can you? It just takes over your body. So disgusting." You sat in between his legs now and he was quick to peel your pants off. You only really registered what was happening when you felt his fingers pushing inside of you.
"W-wait– ah," you dug your nails into his thigh.
"I want you to do it again, cmon," Mahito coaxed and his free hand moved up to push your disheveled hair back out of your face. "That was so much fun."
You moaned his name timidly when he brushed against that special spot inside of you, seeing flashes before your eyes. "There," you slurred and nuzzled your face against his neck, moaning so lewdly as he rubbed it again and again but then something changed. You cried out, eyes shooting open as you could feel his fingers change to something as thick as a dildo but as flexible as a…. tentacle. You came instantly, back arching off his chest and legs snapping together, squirming and whimpering.
"I knew you would like that," he giggled. "I wanna see–"
"S-stop," you breathed shakily and managed to twist your head enough to meet his blown out, shocked eyes. "T-too much… 'm still weak."
Mahito didn't know what exactly it was but seeing your face made his body catch on fire. The blush in your cheeks, the light sweat and how your lip trembled. But mostly your darkened and lidded gaze. It was perfect. He let out a shaky breath when your eyes crossed as he moved inside of you; your head falling back.
"Open your legs," Mahito whispered. "Cmon, toy."
You let out a grunt and spread your legs, your hand finding his free one and holding it tightly.
"What a good little thing," he cooed. "I want to see how far I can reach inside, love." You hummed but Mahito did not care whether it was protest or approval. You let go of his hand again and grabbed a fistful of fabric on his thigh. He pushed further into you and the thing still applied pressure to your g-spot specifically. It was mind-boggling.
He laughed condescendingly over your whimpers and moans, "did you just cum again?" Your head lolled against his shoulder and he could feel you becoming limp which made his senses sharper, his head reeled. "Yes, just relax."
You squealed when he reached your cervix, bumping against the opening to your womb. You grabbed onto his arm now, hoping to stop him.
"So that is the womb then?" He whispered, fascinated. "Can I reach inside? Is that possible? What do you think?"
You shook your head, terrified now. It was painful. The smooth tentacle kept probing at your cervix. You were near tears, your whole body rejecting the attempt to pry into you further. You reached around and your flat palm settled on his crotch. "L-let m-me make y-you feel good n-now," you forced over your lips, scared to even breathe. But your thinking was quick and right, it made him stop and he pulled out of you. You were swift to turn, kneeling in between his spread legs as you caught your breath. You felt like collapsing.
"What do you mean?" He looked as curious as a child now with so much innocence too.
You pressed your sweaty forehead to his and your shaking hand cupped his cheek. The other settled on his chest. You stopped just inches short of his lips and you could feel him stir toward you, needy. You pressed your lips to his in a kiss that started out softly but was soon spilling with lust and hunger and even passion. Your hand on his chest moved down slowly until you were softly circling over his hard cock. Mahito gasped against your lips and his head fell back against the trunk of the tree, eyes fluttering shut.
You unzipped his pants and freed his thick length, feeling him shiver all over. Mahito tore his eyes open again, he wanted to see what you were doing; needed to see.
You let a glob of spit fall from your lips onto his tip, then moved your hand up and down his length, thumb caressing the swollen head. It was so slow, so bittersweet.
"Oh," Mahito cooed. "I see," his voice was cracking with pleasure and his head once again lolled back. You started to shower kisses over his exposed neck; he whimpered and the sound traveled right to your core. He was mesmerizing.
"Please," he huffed and bucked his hip into your fist. "Be good," he whined. "Please."
You focused on jerking him off, using both hands, going fast and slow and massaging his balls. You felt his length throb, his body tensing and his mouth hanging open letting out small moans and gasps. He looked beautiful.
"Cum for me, M'ito," you rasped in a sultry tone and it was all it took for him to tipple over the edge.
"Shit!" He grunted and heaved as his warm cum shot from his cock. "Ah! Damn!"
You pumped his cock a few more times, letting him come down slowly then settled beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He turned his gaze toward you and placed a kiss on the top of your head. A gesture of affection? It couldn't be. It wasn't. You felt how his chest slowly steadied.
"Now, that was fun!" He let out a breathy laugh, eyes gleaming as he found yours. "Now I get it! I never understood why Geto–" you flinched and Mahito's eyebrows jerked together. "Oh? You don't wanna hear his name, do you?" You wrapped your arms around him and that was answer enough. "I understand," he hummed. "But you are mine now and he will be nice to you, I promise."
That was the point.
》》》》
You ran through the forest, hearing his laughter not far away. You slipped through some roots then over a rock. It felt so good to have strength again, to be able to run and jump, feel your heartbeat kick. Mahito has nursed you back to health with so much care, thinking about it made your heart flutter. You hated it, you hated that you had fun with him. You enjoyed being with him.
You saw the beach through the palm trees and you already tasted the sweet satisfaction of winning this time but then the air was knocked from your lungs and you were pinned down, staring at a pair of electric mismatched eyes.
"Got ya!" He smiled. "You almost made it this time."
"If I had shoes–"
He laughed, "you humans always have to make up excuses! It's so pathetic. You–" Mahito frowned when he realized the way you looked at him… like he was a God. He grinned, "what's that pretty little head of yours thinking now?"
You swallowed hard and wanted to disappear. Why was he making you feel this way? You knew how vile he was, you knew he had no regards for anything. He probably hated you. He was a curse, the very thing you swore to fight. Yet, you felt so safe with him, like you have never before with anyone. It was pure contradiction, he would not hesitate to kill you– hurt you. But his joy, the way his eyes sparked, the way it was so genuine too… you were weak for it. His laughs and giggles crawled right into your chest. You wanted him and while that night in the tree was scary, you'd give your blood to hear him moan again.
"N-nothing–"
"Liar! Are all you Jujutsu sorcerers so bad at lying?" He chuckled and plopped down beside you, head supported by his hand. He twirled your hair between his fingers. "Cmon now," he said sternly.
You reached for his face and kissed him. Ever since that night you haven't been intimate again and it's been still burning between you like unsaid confessions. It needed to be said. He kissed back eagerly.
"Mahito-kun," you rasped against his lips then traveled and kissed down his jaw. "You won't hurt me too much when we fuck, right?" You nibbled on his neck and he sighed and gasped.
He thought for a moment. "Well, it would be dumb of me to break you… then I couldn't play with you anymore."
Yes.
"But how am I supposed to know you aren't just making it easy for yourself? How much cam you take?" Mahito raised an eyebrow. "Humans are never truthful."
"I want you to have fun," you purred and your hand moved over his skin. You were getting pretty good at pushing his buttons. "Only will tell you to stop when I am at my limit… so you can have all the fun."
"You're so adorable," he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and wanted to turn toward the tree you had found a few nights ago.
"Mahito!" Geto called from the beach.
"Don't go to him," you whined. "Please, Mahito."
He let you down again and his fingers held our chin, "we can play later, pet."
You pouted, "wanna play now."
He chuckled softly, something in his eyes twitching, "now don't be a brat."
Your face softened. You weren't going to find out… not with Mahito. He wrapped an arm around you and you walked toward the beach. Your body felt hot and cold seeing Geto, flight tingling in your limbs. He has put you through hell.
"Oh, she is still alive," he said with wonder. "Do you need some stuff? clothes and hygiene products, sweetheart?"
"She's not your sweetheart, Geto," Mahito hummed but there was a warning buried underneath. "What's up, my friend?"
"You have not been experimenting with in a while. You remember to hone your skills, right?" Geto folded his hands, challenging his tone as well. You picked up on the frustration so easily. It will serve you.
"I took some days off," Mahito shrugged. "Can I bring (Y/N)?"
"Absolutely not. She will try to escape the second she is back in civilization, Mahito. Don't be fooled."
He turned to you and frowned. Would you really do that to him? That would hurt him? It would make him so mad… he felt mad now and tightened his grip on you. Your face twitched in pain but you reached for his hand and brushed it softly. He stopped. "Okay then," he sighed. "You gotta be nice, Geto, yeah?"
Geto nodded but you already felt your heart kick in. What would stop Geto from hurting you and lying to Mahito about it? You felt sick.
"You be good too," Mahito petted your head. "I'll be back soon."
He left through the door and once the lock clicked it disappeared. You could feel Geto's eyes on you and it made you feel so small but you got your legs to work and steadily made your way to the pile of things Mahito called his. You selected a book. It was going to be fine, he would be back in no time. Mahito would keep you safe; that was the gamble and it has proven effective.
"Don't think I can't see through you," Geto hummed, smiling. It could never reach close to Mahito's beaming grin. "He will get bored and kill you soon enough. He finds humans quite disgusting, you know? Whether they are sorcerers or not."
》》》》
Mahito stepped onto the beach in the middle of the night. He was immediately looking for you, nothing else on his mind except you. You amused him so much, your gentle touches and your innocent questions.
"I'm the only one who knows the structure of the soul," Mahito had said as you sat by the ocean, feet digging into the wet sand. "No one will ever understand," his voice twisted with melancholy at the fact.
"Well," you turned your head, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You were perfect. Well, almost. "Explain it to me? Make me understand then you won't be alone."
He laughed, "your little human brain could never grasp this."
You would be perfect, if you weren't human.
He stood behind you now, watching you breathe as you were hugging your legs just looking ahead at the open sea. Mahito followed your gaze, trying to figure out what you were seeing.
"(Y/N)?" He eventually cooed. As much as he loved just watching you when you thought you were alone, he craved your interactions. "I'm back." He loved to see how your face lit up, exuberant joy in your eyes. But it faded when you scanned him over. Mahito frowned. you jumped up and ran to him, cupping his face in your hands. "Are you hurt?" You asked, eyes starry.
Mahito laughed softly and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in his embrace. "Not my blood."
You sighed and brushed some of his hair out of his face. He loved when you did that, when you played with his hair as his head rested in your lap. It was nice… he did not know why.
"I brought you clothes!" He picked up the bag beside him. It was stained in blood. "Put them on!" Mahito dropped down onto the chair and his eyes were like fire on you, peeling at every layer. "Were you worried about me?" His voice was timid now. "Why?"
You looked at him but you had no idea what to answer. Yes… but why? Because he was your only safety. Because you actually cared? You swallowed and turned back to unpacking what he brought you. You pulled the purple lace thong out and raised an eyebrow at him.
He let out a soft chuckle, "I thought that may look pretty on you."
Your eyes moved around the beach trying to see if you were alone. You turned around and put on the underwear, slipped on the black skirt that luckily ended right above your knee and the white crop top that was a bit too tight. He did not bring a bra and you were sure your nipples were visible through the thin fabric but he brought an oversized sweat jacket too you could cover up with when someone was around. It felt so good to wear clean and normal clothes.
"And?" You turned around and presented it to him, knowing he was waiting for it.
Mahito blinked, mismatched eyes ravaging your curves. He got up, having you fixed down like prey and you took a step back out of fear but he stopped inches before you. The gaze you shared was so intense, it made your stomach flutter.
"Why do I want to take the clothes off your body again?" He said in a whisper. "It is illogical."
You blinked. "L-lust–"
"I am a curse, (Y/N). I do not have to eat, sleep and screw like you humans. This is–"
"Desire? You do desire things, don't you? You have instincts. Reason and instinct are not mutually exclusive, are they?"
He wrapped his hand around your throat and you whimpered, clawing at his wrist. "You make me feel sick," he said. "But not like other humans do. Not like sorcerers do either. It's eating at my soul… I just need to have you… it is the only thing that soothes that feeling. I assume desire is the correct thing and I think acting upon desire is what curses do after all?"
"B-but–" you gasped for air. "Y-you have m-me!"
He let go of you, loving to see you drop to your knees before him and suck in air sharply, coughing. "Not entirely I do."
You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes. "Mahito?"
"Come here." Mahito enjoyed watching you get up too much. He hurt you just a second ago but you still obeyed, closing the distance between him and you. "Are you mine?" It was a simple question.
You nodded, "yes."
"Don't lie to me," he cooed. "I hate that. I did so much for you– take care of you, play games with you, keep you safe and brought you clothes. And you? What have you done for me? All I feel is this damned fire ever since you showed up. I wonder if it will go away when I transfigure you and swallow you… what do you think?" You were shaking now. "Are you mine?" He grinned. He wanted to see.
You looked at him for a moment then reached for his face and kissed him. Your hand was quickly on his crotch and to your surprise his cock was already hard. You dropped to your knees and slid his pants down, taking his length into your mouth.
Mahito hissed and grabbed a handful of your hair. "Good," he hummed shakily. "This feels better. Shit."
You bobbed your head, using your hand to hold his base. You pulled away for air, strings of spit going from your mouth to his swollen length. Your eyes met and you swallowed him again, keeping his gaze, taking him further down your throat until you gagged this time. Mahito held you down. His senses sharpened, feeling how willingly you let him take control. He liked that. He shoved your head down even further, loving how your eyes crossed and how his cock looked in your mouth. His hand fell from your hair as he got lost in the pleasure. There was just something so– "why did you stop?" He whined and looked down at you. "Please!" He whined.
"You haven't had sex before, right? So let's not… spoil it?" You smiled and got back to your feet, getting him to sit down. You took your shirt off.
He narrowed his eyes at you. Why were you so confident all of a sudden? Mahito tilted his head up as you straddled him, meeting your lips in a sloppy kiss. You dragged your lips down his neck, nipping on his skin. He hummed loving the sensation.
"Please… I'll be good," Mahito sighed again. "Make the throbbing stop."
You took off his shirt next and then your skirt and panties. He frowned and his hands moved to cup your ass. "I am getting impatient I guess."
You smiled. "We don't want that," you purred, your voice sounding so sultry. "Can you touch my clit– uh." You hissed when he eagerly started to rub the bundle of nerves.
"You are… you are wetter than last time," he whispered. "(Y/N)? Are you want humans call a slut?" He watched you so intently. Your grip on his shoulders tightened and you bit down on your bottom lip.
"Hm," you nodded. "Sit back for me, Mahito-kun."
He obeyed for whatever reason, watching how you lifted yourself up and aligned his girth to your entrance. He held his breath when you started to sink down on him. It was like nothing he has ever felt. Everything about you makes him feel like it's his first day on earth. It was so raw and euphoric. It was bliss. And how your face twitched and whimpers slipped from your swollen lips, all because of him.
Mahito gained some confidence and grabbed your hips, helping you take him. "Is this good?" He asked. "You know I can change it?"
You gazed at him, sweaty and flushed and eyes glossed over with lust, looking so dark and big. You looked so beautiful. "A-a bit thicker? But I'm just being greedy," you panted and let your head fall to his shoulder.
He chuckled but complied and it was so curious how you reacted. You moaned and sat back up straight, head rolling back. "Too much?"
"N-no," your hands were on his chest, nails digging into his flesh. "Hurts so good, Mahito-kun."
"Hurts good? Ha!" You were so warm and tight around him. He felt like he was ascending but he wasn't prepared at all.
You started to rock your hips, rut down on his cock, again and again, letting lewd sounds fall from your lips with every move and so did Mahito. He just felt too good. Why would he ever stop? It satisfied something so deeply.
His hands moved to your tits and he played with them like he did a few nights ago, knowing you liked that. He could feel you shiver.
"D-do you want to t-take control?" You breathed against his open mouth, lips touching with every word. Your thighs burned and your head spun.
Mahito nodded and you flipped positions. You spread your legs for him and invited him to lay down on top of him.
You helped him get adjusted and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Mahito thrusted his hips forward, slowly spreading you open with his length and entering into you. You both moaned. He needed to get accustomed but soon found a pace that was enjoyable to both of you.
"Mahito," you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist. 'Jus' like that."
He grunted and placed a rough kiss to your mouth. His hair was falling forward and you brushed it back.
"Oh," he breathed. "This feels good." His teeth traced the delicate skin of your neck, sucking hickeys as his hips drove into you. You were all his. His pounding became rougher, more confidently. You were all his. Your pathetic sounds were so damn beautiful it made his head spin. And even those little gasps were all his.
"Mahito,' you mewled. "C-close… I can't– fuck–"
He let out a laugh and pushed himself up to look at you better. The sight was equally as intoxicating as the sounds spilling from your lips. You were all flushed and sweaty, withering beneath him and taking every thrust so beautifully that your tits jiggled. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open wide with your hair a mess.
"Did you let Geto do this to you too?"
You nodded. "I let Sugu do w-worse things to me… I'll let y-you do worse things to me," you whimpered, babbled. "Mahito." You managed to open your eyes and looked at him.
It sounded so beautiful.
"Pull out, p-please?"
"No,' he hummed, keeping your gaze. The fear in them pushed him further to the edge..
You nodded reluctantly. "Okay." You had absolutely no say in this. You were his and he just needed to mark you like that. He had no choice. It would be so good for you.
"You think I can breed you? Imagine, a bunch of little curses as powerful as me and as pretty as you," he grinned. "Wouldn't that be something? You want my cum, baby? Get pregnant?"
You moaned, "please."
He cried out and gasped when the feeling took over him. You came with him and the way your cunt clenched around his throbbing cock, sucking his seeds in, was just divine.
He collapsed, breathlessly and spent.
》》》》
"Choso–" you spoke up, not able to ignore it longer. "T-there is a scorpion on your shoulder."
He looked over calmly and picked the animal up, then flicked it aside. "Thank you," he said with that monotonous voice.
You smiled softly and nodded. There was nothing more to it. You were sitting in between Mahito's leg, leaning against his chest. To you it was nothing… but to Mahito it crossed a line. It made him fume and it made him scared. He grabbed your hand and pulled you along, walking to the old tree.
"Mahito!" You cried out when he threw you to the ground. "W-what–"
"Why are you nice to Choso?" He screamed. "You like him? The way you looked at him– no! No, I need to remind you who you belong to and need him to know it too!"
Mahito ripped your shirt apart and his hand turned into a knife. Your eyes widened and you tried to fight him for a second.
"Oh, I have wanted to mark you since forever!" He began to dig the blade into the skin of your chest. "Just like that… yes. You'll be so beautiful," he giggled softly.
You cried out, trying to get away but he just pinned your head down, your arms held away by an additional hand he grows. "Shh," he hummed and his eyes were gleaming.
"T-too deep," you whined with sobs slipping from you. "P-please– s-stop."
"Of, course it is deep. Or it wouldn't leave a scar," he laughed. "Be good, human."
You sobbed harder, stopped squirming.
"I'm just showing you and everyone how much you mean to me. You want to be good for me, don't you? I know what's best, baby."
"Y-you do," you breathed, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.
You passed out right after that. Actually you had no idea what happened but your body just checked out. You were still there but everything became a blurred mess. It wasn't even the physical pain that knocked the air from your lungs but the reminder that Mahito is all but a vile curse. These last couple of months… you were happy. Happy in a twisted and wrong way, you knew that… but you were happy. You had to worry about nothing but him and you liked to worry about him. You liked the fun you had together, you liked the softness peaking through and the wonder in his eyes, you liked the intimacy in every touch. You liked Mahito… maybe you loved him in some sick way.
He would never reciprocate though… because he was not capable of it. He was a curse born from hatred.
"All done! It looks so cute!"
You used a defensive move and managed to kick him off, managed to crawl away as you clutched at your blood soaked shirt. "Stay away," you yelled. Your other hand was stretched out like a shield as you inched away farther.
"(Y/N)?" Mahito was so confused, tilting his head. "Why are you upset?" He moved closer and you fliched.
You screamed, "stay away from me!" Tears streamed down your face.
Mahito's whole body clenched with a dreadful closeness. "B-baby? Baby? Why are you–? You scare me. You know I cannot stay away from you. Baby? I just did it so we'd be even closer together. Baby, don't be like this!"
"N-no!" You shook your head.
"Stop this! I only meant to show how much you mean to me! I did it for us! (Y/N)!" He moved quickly and wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you despite your squirming and fighting.
You stopped. He would crush you if he'd hug you any tighter. You fisted the fabric of his shirt and started to sob violently.
You lost your consciousness again and later woke up laying on the beach with Mahito laying on your stomach. Your hands moved to your chest. The wound is healed but Mahito made it so that the scar stayed. Mahito was now written into your skin forever.
Tears shot from your eyes, trickling down to your ears. You brought your hand to his head and started to softly stroke through it.
"Are you mad?"
"I am hurt," you said.
"You're tough."
You did not have much left in you.
》》》》
You have been so tired. It wasn't even the physical pain, but the mental strain that dragged you down into a pit. Mahito was obsessed with you. And at times it made your stomach flutter and your heart swell while at other times it was just so scary… so terrible. You were curled up on the beach again. Mahito and Hanami were playing a game, engaged in a deep conversation. You were just so tired, curled up in the shade of a tree, under blankets despite the warm temperatures. Satoru flashed before your eyes and you held in the sobs. You haven't thought about him in a while… he probably thought you were dead anyway. He probably wasn't searching for you at all.
Geto stepped into your line of sight and sat down beside you. You did not care. You didn't care about anything anymore. Mahito grew terrible flowers in your chest.
A part of you wished he could like you.
"Me killing you would have been merciful," he said.
"Probably," you whispered. It hurt to talk.
"What is your goal with all of this anyway?"
"Be an inconvenience to you."
Geto laughed and it drew Mahito's attention for a moment. Geto looked down at you, almost sympathetic.
"You took over Sugu's body, didn't you?" You heaved. You had been thinking about it this entire time but now that you meant to speak about it you choked. "B-because Satoru couldn't– he didn't–"
Geto did not say anything.
"Because… Sugu wouldn't leave Nanako and Mimiko– because… I now realize, in hindsight… how this body is fighting you. When you tortured me… you– no… Suguru was holding back. I know because if Suguru came back… I know because if– he would be with Satoru right now. You are not him."
"In all my time on this Earth, no body has ever tried to fight me. It is indeed… peculiar," Kenjaku admitted. "What's it to you? You won't live to tell anyone."
"You will exploit Satoru's love for Geto… the fact he could never move on… you'll use that to make him fall," you said and sat up, meeting his eyes. Your shirt was stained with blood, your skin pale. "You have all his memories? But you're not him. You are not. And when Satoru stands before you, Suguru will fight you… you will not win. If I fail… Suguru will still take you down."
"You are delusional, sweetheart. I have already won because Satoru Gojo could not get rid of his only weakness," he whispered sharply and leaned closer. "And because of your key… I could collect the prison realm. The soul to be trapped needs to stay still for one minute… one minute has to pass but in its own head… When he sees this body, 3 years of his youth will pass before his six eyes. You cannot win."
You were shaking with rage. The cruelty in it all. Your eyes moved to Mahito and with all your fear you still felt sad… you still felt heartache.
You let some tears fall and raised your hand blasting Geto with a rough blow of cursed energy. He was hurled back and you got up, doing it again and again. You did not care about any technique, your rage and hurt was enough. All you needed was for him to attack you. You ran and managed to conjure a black flash, hitting him.
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, holding you there. "What are you doing?"
Your gaze sharpened. "You are right… I can't win…. But you? You can lose!" You growled and your hand lit up with the red and black sparks again.
Geto move back and raised his hand not realizing you were aiming at yourself. His eyes widened.
"(Y/N)?" Mahito breathed.
You stumbled back and turned to him, blood spilled from your mouth. "M'ito," you smiled and he caught you in his arms. At you'd death… will people forgive you for liking the curse. "M sorry… s'sorry." Your shaking hand reached for his face, stroking through his hair one last time.
"What did you do!?" He yelled at Geto.
"Mahito–"
"Y-your soul took too much damage… I can't–" his eyes twinkled with fearful realization. "N-no. I don't allow you to die!"
"I k-know," you whispered. "I… – I love you."
"Love?! Don't be so stupid now! You will come back as a curse… you'll just come back as a curse! Okay? You'll do that for me? You will do that, right?" He cupped your face, stroking your disheveled hair from your face. "Please."
"H-he killed me with cursed energ–" you let go of a breath and Mahito could feel you become limp in his arms. He froze. Why was he feeling so… sad? Why did he care this much… you were just a human. I love you. He wasn't even capable of feeling love. He could even do that. He was a curse.
"Mahito," you whispered faintly, drawing your last breath.
"What did you do?" Mahito whispered, cold as ice and sharp as daggers.
"Mahito, now, be reasonable. She did that herself. She wants us to fight… she has been manipulating you from the start."
Mahito pulled your lifeless body to his chest, holding you so tightly like he could squeeze life back into you.
He knew he couldn't fight. He wanted to tear Geto limp from lip. How did he dare to just take you from him? How could he?! But Mahito needed to get you away from here and he knew he had no chance against Geto alone. He was filled with rage but that has never made him reckless before and it wouldn't now.
He felt like he owed that to you.
》》》》
Nanami, Yuji and Megumi froze dead when they saw Mahito. Yuji and Megumi immediately got ready to fight but Nanami stopped them both.
Mahito wasn't hostile, actually… he was distraught and rendered absolutely defenseless. He was just sitting there on the ground. Nanami took a step and stopped again, realizing who Mahito was cradling. He swallowed hard, trying to keep it together.
"Will you… will you make sure her body is safe?" Mahito said, his hand tenderly stroking over your cheek. Your eyes were still open… lifeless.
"I will," he stepped closer and squatted down but he could tell Mahito wasn't ready yet to let you go. "What happened?"
"I will tell you everything… the plan… if you promise nothing will happen to Hanami and Jogo…but Geto… he can't get what he desires… not after– hm," his voice broke and he held you closer. "After this. I need to talk to Satoru Gojo… he is the key to Geto's plan."
"Geto?" Nanami choked.
"Hm."
"I thought you wanted to create a world for curses."
Mahito chuckled in pain. "I thought too… but nothing matters now… I don't care… I only want– I only need Geto to fall. I only need to avenge her."
"Okay," Nanami nodded.
"This is a trick!" Yuji shouted but Nanami stopped him and shook his head. Mahito was mourning and genuine at that. It did not grant him any sympathy but it was not an act.
"Get Gojo to come here–"
"Nanamin–"
"Yuji, I know but do as I say."
Yuji bit his tongue and he and Megumi ran.
"Give her to me," Nanami said.
Mahito flinched, still clinging to you. How could he let you go? You knew a side to him nobody did… you filled his life with so much joy and thrill. You loved him.
"She is still a bit warm," he sighed, nuzzling his face into your cheek. "Grant me this, 7:3 sorcerer."
"(Y/N)?" Gojo whispered, a wave of dread filling him. You were resourceful… he had hoped– He was about to hit Mahito with retaliation but Nanami stopped him.
"He is mourning her. He wants to tell us everything… he talked of Geto… I don't know what he means. Satoru, we need to listen to him. This pain is not an act and we don't know what has been planned behind our backs. I know…. But please."
Gojo took a deep breath and lifted his blindfold, stepping closer to the curse. How could he… you are head in the curse arms eyes glossed over with coldness. "I will exorcize you… there is no way around it."
"I know," Mahito smiled sadly. "(Y/N) told me of a thing you used to say, Satoru Gojo… that love is the most twisted curse of all. I have never heard of such a curse… I didn't even believe in hearts. Yet… both are tangible to me now." Mahito got up. "I don't know what love is… but do you think there is a chance I will meet her soul again when I die anyway?"
Gojo looked at Nanami. The curse was truly heartbroken which was hard to even conceptualize at all. Mahito was a cruel beast the last time Nanami and Yuji encountered him. Curses could… love? Rika did. Why wouldn't he be able to then?
"I cannot know for sure… but I believe that in death you are with everyone you loved," Gojo said and moved closer, taking you from the Mahito's arms into his own. Gojo closed your eyes, swallowing the hurt of losing yet another friend. "Oh, (Y/N)."
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