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most frustrating thing in the world is when you really like a character who sucks, and you know they suck, so you’re chill with people who dislike or even hate them because… well they suck, you get it. but then a whole bunch of people hate them for things that just aren’t actually accurate or canon to the character and just treat these inaccurate and awful character traits as a given, so then you feel like you gotta be this scumbag’s defense attorney. free my man, he did so much awful shit but he didn’t do that

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he's a monstrous heartless villain to YOU. he's a pinup girl to me

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why does every fanfic with y/n have to be about romance. maybe i just want to be coworkers at taco bell with dio. take an accounting class with kakashi. these men are not dateable but could provide entertainment value in other facets of life

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save me faux pity voice… voice that’s a little mocking and condescending but still full of adoration save me…

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Everyone clap for non consensual body modification everybody loves a character whose body has been altered against their will

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sometimes I almost forget slut is a derogatory term. it's so friend shaped to me. I love when things are slutty. I love sluts and slutting it up. it's a cute word. make every day sluttier than your last. sluttttt

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luv men who love you weirdly. who love you so much it’s just shy of creepy. luv men who r a little not normal when it comes to you n their love for you.

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i wish there was a gender neutral version of good girl / boy because nothing hits quite the same i fear

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missionary with a man whose hair is so long it cascades around you like curtains when he leans for a kiss. missionary with a man whose hair is so long it tickles your fingers as you dig them into his back

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curiosity

Mahito x female reader (kind of)

WC: ~1.3k

Mahito’s first sexual fantasy is about a sorcerer who is - not fond of him, to say the least

{ Written for the Firsts Collab hosted by @anime-nymph - thank you for giving me an excuse to go a lil outside my comfort zone and get some of my many Mahito thoughts into words :)) }

Content: NSFW, DC - description of a dubcon/non-con fantasy, descriptions of oral sex and unprotected sex, masturbation, cum-eating

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Mahito is lying on his back, thinking about you in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

The main thing he has realized so far is that doesn’t want you dead, which surprises him. Usually he wants to get rid of people who have recently tried to kill him. They’re inconvenient, and too task-oriented to be any fun at all.

Instead, he wishes he’d been smart enough to capture you. But he’d been clumsy, the last time he saw you. You’d both escaped with no victory, and no clue of where the other might go next.

If he had managed it…

He smiles as he pictures it. If he’d only fought a little better, he could have had the pleasure of watching you run towards the light at the end of the gutter, already knowing that you’d never make it. Sprinting past you and blocking your path, snaring the neckline of your shirt and dragging you back into the recesses of his home, cackling over the sounds of your protests and your feet screeching along the uneven ground. In his head, your eyes widen when he laughs, your mouth already falling open, and he turns your face so he can see it.

There have been few faces and few bodies that have made him feel how he does now. The first time it happened, he thought that it was a sort of jealousy, annoyance that someone had lucked into a form more perfect than what he’d painstakingly created for himself.

But he is starting to understand. Because he has realized, also, that he does not want to look like you, or anyone else. He wants to look at you, not in the midst of a fight, but after you’ve already lost. He wants to see you when you are vulnerable, when you have no more anger and no more tricks of defiance up your sleeve. He wants to see you surrender.

He is not sure, but he thinks it is because you make him angry. Angry at the amount of influence you have over the body he used to think was his alone. How dare you drag the heat from his fingertips into his face and his core - how dare you make him writhe, how dare you make him remember the part of his creation he’d nearly forgotten, so mundane and useless had it seemed at the time it formed.

It is rigid and swollen, now, so different from how it usually appears. And it frustrates him to realize that he cannot escape this, that every thought of your face bowed beneath him only increases the power you have, spreading it to his hands and making them restless.

He lies naked when he is alone, because he likes watching his own chest rise and fall. He has all but forgotten that the breaths he takes are unnecessary. He watches now, watches the hand in front of his face - his hand - wrap around his cock, curious and unpracticed.

I would want her to deal with it, he decides, if she were here. His cock twitches as he rubs it in his fist, and your strange type of sorcery spreads to his mouth, forcing out an involuntary sigh.

It does feel better now, somehow more intense but at the very least under his control. I’d make her do this instead. His eyes flutter shut as he imagines it. He thinks you’d probably glare up at as you did it, your cheeks burning red, and he feels no shame about enjoying the sight. I’d let her go after. After…

After what? There is an end to this, he senses. An end that builds up slowly and then comes all at once. But it is too slow, and he wants it soon, wants to grasp at it before it has a chance to disappear.

How dare you make him so desperate? You’ll have to make up for it, and you’ll do it naked, just like he is. You’re no better than him, and you’ll realize it then, and you will try to avoid his gaze because you used to think you were. He lingers on this thought, imagining every detail of your body as it would appear, knelt on the ground before him, underneath him. All his to explore.

He’s thought about touching other bodies before. The thoughts had popped into his head, unbidden, and he’d called it curiosity. But it is more than that, he realizes. Another feeling entirely. Your body is different than his, and those differences are compelling. He wants to feel you, wants you to try to turn your head away as he does it, wants you flushed and shivering all at once. His cock twitches in his palm as he imagines making you sigh despite yourself, taking back the power you’ve stolen from him, squeezing your breasts and your hips and the softest parts of your thighs until you are panting just like him, not from the need for air but from another need entirely, chasing after a release that is far too slow in coming. Until you are even more helpless than he is right now.

Helpless. He cannot stop his hand from moving. Ripping it away now would be foolish, disastrous. He is barely thinking now, just enough to decide that he’ll punish you just as you try to apologize. He’ll stop you mid-sentence, push this thing into your stupid gaping mouth and make you taste what you’ve done to him. He can see it so wonderfully clearly, now. Slamming you down so far it hurts, make you choke until your hands are scrabbling against his thighs, silently begging for a relief that won’t come until he’s satisfied, drooling and gagging and crying -

Even that is not enough. You have something else, he knows, something made to fit him. Your mouth is a poor substitute, not enough to really make it feel better. So he’ll pin you to the floor. He’ll bare his teeth, grinning down at you, finally wrapping his hand not around himself but around your delicate throat, squeezing as you squirm helplessly underneath him. Will he have to force your legs open, he wonders, or are you as excited as he is, desperate enough to spread them yourself?

He can’t decide which one he’d prefer. Either way, in his head, you are warm and slick and tight, your stomach all folded up while your tits bounce, your hair spread wildly on the ground around you. And you can’t help but clench around him, you can’t help but let your mouth fall open and your eyes go fuzzy, your expression and the movement of your thighs and the wetness of your cunt coaxing him, pulling at him until he finally gets to feel what you’ve been teasing him with all this time. A trickle of drool spills from your lips, chased by the most perfect noise he’s ever heard -

He feels the end coming a second before it does. A strange tightening, a sudden swelling that gives way to a burst of warmth, uncoiling in his abdomen before spreading out across his body, surging underneath his skin and then forcing its way to the surface in viscous streaks, leaving only a pool on his stomach and faint glow behind his eyes. He lets his head fall back to the floor, clearing his hair from his face and letting it splay out behind him. He closes his eyes, folding his hands behind his head, staying perfectly still, a smile lingering on his face as even the afterglow fades away.

Only then does he look down at himself, cocking his head as he looks closer at the mess clinging to his stomach. He drags the tip of his index finger through the unfamiliar substance, sweeping some of it up. He raises up his hand, holding it not an inch from his face, grinning curiously as he watches it drip slowly from his nail. Without hesitating, he catches the droplet with his tongue, narrowing his eyes at the taste but swallowing it anyways, wondering if, had you been there, you might have used your tongue instead.

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Experiments

Mahito x Reader, WC ~3.9k

Mahito’s been testing out his powers for a while now. He wants to do something different with his latest victim. Something a little more… human.

warnings: NSFW and Dark Content - NONCON if that is not your thing do not read any farther. You have been warned. Also fear, tears, kidnapping, possessiveness, oral sex, biting, slapping and uh. Mahito. I think he deserves a warning of his own.

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rabbit stew 🍲🐇

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curiosity and his cat | mahito x reader | 1.0k

dark content cw, dubcon cw (it’s mahito), mild petplay cw, angst no happy ending (this may or may not get a part two so i can give this idiot a happier ending LMAO) ask to tag

you have this habit, mahito’s noticed, of tilting your head to the side when you’re confused. it’s cute, he thinks.

you do it when a movie’s twist confuses you; when you miss the punchline of a joke; when he tries to talk to you about curses and humanity.

he’s tried to explain to you what he is before, and although you nod along, you never seem to get it, tilting your head to the side every time.

he doesn’t mind, though, not really. after all, your lack of understanding means you invited him to live with you in a moment of impulse — and who would mahito be to deny you?

see, mahito himself is a creature of impulse, and he was curious to see how this would go, how it would end. you were a bit wary of him at first, naturally, but it feels like you’ve gotten used to his more… peculiar behaviors over the months, which makes him... glad, he thinks.

he’s shown some of his hand already — explained the mechanisms of the soul, given you a sampling of what he can do, both to his form and yours.

(he’s trained you a bit like that already, isn’t that good? despite knowing his power, you don’t pull away from his touch. not anymore, at least. you shiver, sometimes, or get shy, but you don’t pull away. he thinks that’s one of the reasons he likes you enough to keep you around this long.)

both of you sit atop your bed, now, at his request. he had an idea he wanted to try with you, and he delights in the fact that you have a hard time telling him no.

you sit cross legged across from him, and he gestures for you to lean in close. you make a face at him, as you so often like to, but you comply; when you’re close enough, he pats your head, sending gentle waves of his cursed energy into your body. you’re no sorcerer, but your sense of self is strong, even as he begins to drown it, shape it anew.

(he thinks that’s another reason he likes you so much: under his hands, you’re beautifully malleable, yet resilient enough to take whatever mold he feels like giving you. the curves and edges of your soul are as familiar to him as his own by now, although you never seem to get used to the feeling of his alterations.)

(he hopes you never do.)

your brow furrows as his hand lingers; you know he’s done something to you, and the little cat ears he’s given you twitch a bit.

“there! all done!” he says, cheery and bright, and your head tilts to the side, right on cue.

he hums, rubbing his thumb against the edge where one meets your scalp and — there it is. mahito watches with wide eyes and a wider grin as you inhale sharply and go stiff as a board.

(the ears suit you, he thinks. they make you look like the perfect little pet who never understands what their owner’s saying.)

(he doesn’t think you realize that’s what your relationship is, yet, but he’s content with your ignorance.)

(for now).

“something wrong?” he asks, voice lilting. he keeps stroking behind the ear as it flicks, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the effect he has on you. you’re trembling all over from just a little touch, your breaths shaky and uneven, and you start to speak.

“mahito, wh— ah!”

mahito scrapes his nails lightly against your scalp in response to his name, and whatever more you were about to say is cut off by your reaction to the sensation.

adorable.

“that’s my name, alright! need something?” he pulls away, resting his chin on his hand instead. you start to follow it before you catch yourself, and he giggles as you glare at him, choosing instead to fall back away from him and curling up on your side.

when you go to feel what he’s changed, he’s expecting you to get loud and irritated, for you to sit up and yell and demand he turn you back to normal.

he’s not expecting the way you stiffen up again when you touch your new ears, the nervous little glance you shoot his way before burying your face in your pillow, all huffy.

something in mahito aches. he wants something from you; at least, he thinks he does.

he crawls over you, his body overshadowing your own, and he hears you say something, muffled by the pillow.

“hm? what was that?”

you peek out from the pillow, “fuck off.”

he pouts. you’re trying to ignore him. he works a leg between your own, using it to turn you face up, and he watches intently how your breath gets all shaky again. you still refuse to meet his gaze, though, scrunching your eyes shut, and he watches your soul shake.

(mahito wonders, not for the first time, how aware you truly are of your situation. you don’t understand the two of you’s relationship, no, but he can feel your heart pounding. he wonders if it’s beating that wildly from your desire, or from your fear.)

(he knows that for some people, the machinations of their souls intertwine them so close that it’s hard to tell them apart.)

(even after all this time, he’s still curious if that’s the case for you.)

(… he’s not sure why he cares.)

something’s soured the scene. his playful pout turns into a genuine frown, and he rolls off of you, irritated. he feels you shift on the bed behind him, and he knows you’re trying to reach out — without looking, he grabs your wrist and wrenches your soul back into shape. you let out a pained little yelp, and his feet hit the floor, the door closing behind him with a slam.

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Like.

Darling: Yeah that’s my curse he kinda just showed up and now I let him stay in my apartment feral cat style and he messes with my stuff and whines and bothers me a lot but he’s cute and likes to cuddle and I’m pretty sure he killed my shitty landlord so he gets to stay. Idk he’s like a weird inhuman roommate who also doesn’t pay rent or live here. Weird (but cute) pet curse

Mahito: Yeah that’s my human I’m letting them stay in their shitty apartment for now because they seem pretty attached, but I’m thinking of moving them somewhere more secure in the future. They do a lot of weird stuff and get upset about funny things sometimes but they’re squishy and warm and fascinating so I’m keeping them, they’re mine now. After I take over the world I’ll get them an engraved collar maybe. My weird (but cute) pet human

They both see each other as a fucked up feral thing they’re taking under their wing/assisting (I would say darling is more aware of Mahito’s ability to fend for himself than he is of theirs)

Like weird snappy independent animal they’ve adopted because cute

Love Mahito and his darling both seeing each other as some kind of Creature

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imagine a world with no tummy aches

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forced bathing with mahito . . . he’s not the kind of creature that bathes captives he keeps in his sewer or anything, but if he’s done the ‘basically moved into your home with you like a stray cat’ thing, he loves the intimacy of forcing you to be naked with him and prodding and pinching and cooing at you whilst you squirm and whimper and sniffle. demands you let him wash your hair and purposely gets shampoo in your eyes to both make you vulnerable and because the noises you make are so cute (“isn’t it interesting how much mortals rely on their sight, cutie! makes me want to experiment some more - oh, not yours, not yet, they’re so pretty—“). holds you underwater in your own bath until you panic and then can’t help but fuck you whilst you’re still coughing and sobbing.

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I could picture Mahito finding a diary someone had lost/thrown away and progressively growing obsessed with the writer with each turn of the page. Maybe they’d write about their fascination with studying human behavior, observing passersby, trying to figure out what makes them tick. Or they’d constantly blabber about their thirst for knowledge and how they theorize that the disappearances in Japan are a direct result of paranormal entities, getting pretty damn close to uncovering the truth. Over time, he would probably become so absorbed in their writing, that he’d develop a parasocial relationship with them. He’d meticulously piece together the details and clues provided in their writing, going out of his way to track them down so he could meet them in person. You two are gonna get along so well, you’ve got so much in common! :)