#female mahito

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

Mahito hears that y/n is bisexual and decides to transfigure himself into a woman 🤭

Smut, smut, smut ✨ just 7,000 words of pure smut

Mahito sat criss-cross on the floor in front of you.

You were perched on your knees, ignoring the burning sensation in your thighs as you worked. It was going to look so cute once you were done.

“Enjoying yourself, y/n?” Mahito mused.

He sounded playful. Ever since you were forced to spend all of your time on him, he seemed to be in a very good mood.

“Absolutely. I love playing with your hair like this,” you replied. “Why do guys always have such pretty hair? You have naturally long eyelashes too.”

Every man you had ever met had nice long lashes. Meanwhile, you needed to wear mascara to even make your own lashes visible to others. It just wasn’t fair. Sometimes you wondered if Mahito had prettier features than you did. He was certainly pleasing to look at.

Mahito snickered at you.

“You human girls are so confusing. It’s difficult to tell what you are attracted to. With curses it’s rather easy, they simply want power and are drawn to it like a moth to a flame.”

He was resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke.

You could feel your cheeks flushing just from the way that Mahito expressed himself. He always sounded so goddamn attractive with that logical tone of his. Just a hint of youthfulness laced in his tone. It was unique and it drove you crazy every time. You could listen to him talk for hours.

“We’re not that confusing! Of course, every woman is different, but most of us can agree that personality is the most important feature in a man,” you explained.

You didn’t want Mahito to start thinking that you only cared about superficial things. Looks were just a nice added bonus in your opinion. Your fingers kept working, gently maneuvering the different strands of hair in order to make a nice french braid. You almost felt like you were at a sleepover. It was kinda fun.

“Hm,” Mahito hummed thoughtfully.

“So things like penis size don’t really matter?”

He kept staring straight ahead, remaining perfectly still so as not to disrupt your work.

You had to giggle at the question.

“Well…It does matter a little bit. But don’t worry, I like your size a lot.”

It was strange how comfortable you felt with Mahito. You weren’t even shy discussing this topic with him. It felt completely natural to do so. As if he was your long term boyfriend or something.

Mahito didn’t say anything after that, so you figured that it was your job to keep the conversation going. Curses weren’t the best at interpreting social cues.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked.

You grumbled in frustration for a moment. One of the strands was in the wrong place, so you had to undo a row of braids and start over. It had been years since you did a french braid on someone. But Mahito’s hair was so pretty that you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I never understood the concept of picking favorites. There is really nothing to be gained by doing so,” he answered calmly.

Mahito wasn’t fazed by the constant pulling at his hair. He simply allowed you to do as you pleased. And he sounded logical as always when he replied. You sighed at him.

“Come on, Mahi! There has to be a color that you like. Just think about it.”

You found his logical nature to be charming and attractive, but you really wanted to see more of his playful side again.

Mahito giggled.

“Well, your eye color is fairly nice to look at. I think I’ll go with that one.”

He placed his hands in his lap, sitting patiently.

You paused for a moment. That was actually rather sweet of him. It warmed your heart to know that Mahito liked little details like that. But you had to laugh at his answer.

“You know what? You kind of sound like a woman with a response like that,” you teased. “So romantic.”

You knew that men could be romantic too, but Mahito just acted so soft sometimes. It really tugged at your heartstrings. And of course you would take any opportunity to tease him because he never held back with you in that regard.

“…You would like that, huh?”

Mahito asked the question innocently, but with a serious tone.

“I remember what your mother said,” he added. “That you used to experiment with girls your age as a teenager.”

Your hands froze in his hair.

Your eyes widened slightly.

Shit…You had forgotten about that day. But Mahito was right, your mom definitely called you out with zero hesitation. She was always quick to bring up the past.

You definitely still liked women, a lot. Even when you were on dating apps you had the settings adjusted for both genders.

“Y-yeah…I like both genders equally,” you said.

You swallowed thickly before continuing to braid. Shit. Why were you nervous to admit that? It felt a bit scandalous to say it out loud.

You quickly finished up the braid and tied the end with your hair tie.

“Okay! All done,” you practically chirped.

Mahito turned around then.

Only…

Fucking hell.

“Do you like me this way?” Mahito asked. He gave you a sweet smile, his now feminine features full of joy.

But you were more focused on his chest. Or… ‘her’ chest?? Mahito had transfigured his own body to switch genders. She now sat before you as the female version of herself. She looked so goddamn pretty with her cute face and big breasts. They even looked slightly bigger than your own. You could instantly feel a bit of arousal pooling in your groin.

Her breasts were constricted by the fabric of her shirt. Though, obviously she wasn’t wearing a bra. Those perky nipples could be seen a mile away. You seriously had to fight the urge to drool.

“Uh,” you started stupidly. Goddammit. You couldn’t think straight. It had been so long since you had a good taste of pussy. You were practically starving for it. You loved Mahito’s male form a lot. His dominant energy and perfect cock gave you so many orgasms it was ridiculous. But there was something about him turning into a cute woman which made the switch flip in your brain.

You were feeling dominant.

The urge to fuck her senseless was starting to take over. You could feel your cheeks steadily growing warmer just from the lewd ideas which popped into your mind.

“God…” you uttered. “Yes. Of course I like you this way.”

You were shamelessly looking at Mahito’s body. She was definitely curvy in all the right places. You wanted to sink your teeth into the plump skin of her thighs and feel her shivering beneath your touch. It was all you could think of.

Mahito looked so cute when she smiled at you, her hair pulled back in the braid. She tilted her head to the side playfully.

“What do you like the most?”

Her voice was definitely feminine. Fuck. She sounded so soft and elegant when she spoke, like a princess or something. You suddenly felt like some kind of creepy man even though you were also a woman.

You shuddered.

“…I love these,” you said.

You reached forward, grasping both of Mahito’s breasts without an ounce of shame. They felt so soft in your hands. You really wanted to be respectful, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from groping them. You squeezed possessively. God. You wanted to roll those cute little nipples between your fingers but you weren’t sure how Mahito would feel about that. He was usually very dominant and hated being submissive. Maybe that would be different if he was a woman now.

You stared into her face.

…Her cheeks were pink.

She blinked at you a few times, before averting her gaze.

Was Mahito embarrassed…?

You had actually never seen that before. It seriously caught you off guard. You had no idea how to react, but your instincts were screaming at you to just fuck her already. But you needed to be respectful.

You cupped Mahito’s plump breasts in your hands still, squeezing them softly.

“Do you not like this?”

You tried to keep your voice a bit hushed. You didn’t want to overwhelm Mahito with too much at once. But goddamn did you want to escalate things further. You really had to hold yourself back.

Mahito continued to stare at the wall to the side.

“…I-it’s fine,” she stuttered.

You bit your bottom lip, desperately holding yourself back from completely ravishing her. This was just too good. Mahito had no right to look that adorable as she avoided eye contact. And the way her voice wavered was so delicious.

If she was behaving like this now, then you seriously wondered how she would react to a tongue pressed against her clit.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You leaned forward, stealing Mahito’s lips in a kiss.

“Mh!” Mahito yelped.

That only spurred you on even more. You had never heard such a noise escape your lover before. It excited you to no end. You slid your tongue past her pretty lips, exploring her mouth with no resistance. Your hands dropped down to grip her waist firmly.

Mahito’s body felt weaker…Softer.

You knew that she was still incredibly strong, but she was openly submitting to you. Her fingers latched onto your arm, gently holding you as she returned the kiss. The behavior was so demure that it made your head spin. Your lips glided against hers carefully. It felt sinfully good. You deepened the kiss and Mahito’s fingers tightened against your arm from the sensations.

You breathed in deeply once you pulled away, climbing to your feet and extending your hand.

“Come on,” you murmured. “Let’s take this to the bed.”

You were growing impatient. You wanted to slide your fingers into that tight pussy and feel how wet she was for you. It was all you could think of. The idea of dominating Mahito had struck you once before, ages ago when you fucked his face. You had praised him and even made him blush from it. But he fucked you into the mattress immediately afterward. Whenever Mahito was male presenting, his dominance was unshakable. You were very interested to see just how submissive he could be in his female form. His hormones had likely changed along with the shape of his body.

Mahito nodded at you, taking your hand.

Her hand was quite small, actually. It was delicate looking. You held onto her firmly as you guided her towards the bed. It wasn’t long before you had her pressed against the sheets, impatiently prying at the hem of her baggy shirt.

“Take this off, baby.”

You couldn’t help but call her a cute name like that. Mahito was staring up at you with such a submissive gaze. It made your heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to reply, but no words came out.

Mahito slowly took off her shirt. She seemed a little hesitant as she laid there with her chest exposed, her cheeks reddening steadily.

“…I have never tried this before,” Mahito admitted softly. “It feels strange not having a penis between my legs.”

She sounded logical still, but there was a certain edge to her tone. She was nervous.

Goddamn. So many sinful ideas began rushing through your head. You wanted to make this good for her. Show Mahito what it’s like to experience an orgasm in a female body. You knew that you could manage it. But you were seriously starting to feel like a pervert for staring at Mahito’s large breasts for so long. The stitch marks ran across her skin in the same familiar patterns.

It took you a moment to process what Mahito said. You stared down at her as you replied calmly.

“Would you like to touch your new parts? You must be curious.”

You really didn’t want to make Mahito anxious. That was not your intention. But what you said must have been too overwhelming for her, as she placed one of her hands over her lips shamefully.

She looked so bashful.

Her rosy cheeks flaring with embarrassment as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“…Can I touch them for you?”

You asked it in a hushed tone. “I promise that I will be gentle. And if I do something that you don’t like then you’re more than strong enough to stop me.”

You smiled as you said that last part. It was true. Mahito was incredibly strong, even in this female form. She had merely changed the shape of her body to be female presenting, all of the power still remained. It actually turned you on even more to think that someone so feminine looking could be so strong.

Mahito giggled at that.

“Oh…I definitely am,” she said. “I’m so strong that I could kill someone if they looked at you the wrong way.”

She gave you a smile, as if she had just said something very romantic.

You blinked at her in disbelief.

You really weren’t expecting that kind of response from this seemingly shy and sweet girl. She looked so innocent as she spoke about potential murder. And she was acting incredibly possessive. Apparently that wasn’t going to end just because Mahito had switched genders.

…It was so fucking hot.

You were actually concerned by how aroused you had become. You could feel your slick coating your inner thighs, but you chose to ignore it. You would have your fun later. Perhaps by using Mahito’s pretty little mouth.

But for now…

You licked your lips as you stared down at Mahito’s exposed chest.

“Yes. You’re a strong girl, Mahi,” you agreed. You found that the nickname suited Mahito even more now that she was female presenting. ‘Mahi’ sounded cuter.

You reached forward, smirking as you took one of her nipples between two fingers. You rolled the sensitive bud carefully, not applying too much pressure. It went erect right before your eyes.

“Do you think you can stay strong and endure this for me?”

You hadn’t felt dominant like this in a very long time. It was actually shocking how steady your own voice sounded as you spoke. The curse mark usually triggered your submissive mindset. But you were beginning to suspect that it would trigger whichever mindset would best fit Mahito’s needs in the moment. That by itself turned you on beyond belief.

Mahito flushed even more. You were almost concerned by how much she was blushing. She didn’t reply to your question at all, instead allowing a cute noise to escape her lips.

“Mh-“

She squeezed her eyes shut, still hiding her mouth with her hand. She looked so shy. Her other hand was gripping your forearm as you continued to tease her nipple.

“How does it feel..? Tell me.”

You weren’t sure how well Mahito would respond to receiving an order. You kind of wanted to test your luck with this and see just how far you could get.

Mahito shook her head, her fingernails digging into the skin of your arm.

“It’s so much more…S-sensitive in a female body,” she explained. Her voice was so soft and hesitant.

You exhaled deeply at that. You wanted to fuck her face so badly, but you kept reminding yourself that there would be time for that later. You began teasing her other nipple as well, rolling them simultaneously.

“y/n,” Mahito whispered.

You furrowed your brows together at the sound of your own name leaving her lips. She sounded so hot and bothered by this. You were beginning to grow impatient, spreading your fingers to grope her breasts entirely. You squeezed them. Fuck, they felt so nige beneath your touch. You were addicted to the feeling.

“Why is it so…sensitive? Please explain,” Mahito begged.

You had never seen Mahi like this before. Begging for an explanation from you. Usually he was so sure of his superior intelligence that he never bothered to ask you for information. That was different now. Female Mahito apparently wanted to seek your guidance in this. You were more than happy to oblige.

You leaned in close, taking Mahito’s earlobe into your mouth. You pulled on it gently with your teeth before whispering.

“Because you’re so aroused, Mahi. I’m making you feel good.”

You slid one of your legs in between her thighs, being sure to press against her core as you loomed over her.

Mahito tilted her head back against the pillow, a muffled whimper ripped from her throat from the pressure of your leg against her clit.

“T-the ten thousand nerve endings,” Mahito gasped.

You held back a laugh, instead smiling down at her blushing face. Of course Mahito would still maintain the same scientific outlook on all this. Some things just wouldn’t change regardless of the gender.

“Yeah…It’s intense, right?”

You pressed your thigh against her core again.

Mahito tensed up, squeezing your thigh with her legs powerfully. She even gave a cute little thrust against you.

“Someone wants attention on her clit, hm?”

You teased hotly beside her ear.

Mahito gasped again.

“Y-yes, I’m curious!” She began defensively.

Her voice was so goddamn cute. It made you feral. You began pressing some sweet kisses against her neck, biting occasionally. Mahito whined beneath you, her hands gripping your shoulders. You had never heard a whine like that come out of your lover before, it made your mind start to go a little crazy.

“God,” you whispered. “You’re way better than any other woman I’ve ever been with.”

You didn’t know why you chose to say that. It just felt right to let her know. You were obsessed with her. You were taking your time, but all that you could think was how badly you wanted to make her come.

Mahito scoffed stubbornly. She wrapped her legs around your waist, pushing up against you.

“I don’t want you to be with any other girls,” she hissed. “You’re mine.”

Her possessiveness was meant to be intimidating, but it sounded so cute in her feminine voice. You knew that she was serious. She could actually fight off another girl if she had to. The combination of possessive and submissive was so unique and adorable. Not to mention it was quite rare. You had never experienced it with anyone else before.

Mahito had her face buried against your neck as she clung onto you. She was scowling, her brows knit together in anger. Just the thought of another girl being under you made her blood boil. She was fantasizing about all the ways she would kill her competition. You weren’t aware of it, but Mahito was more than capable of murder. She had killed people for way less.

She kissed your curse mark.

“My human,” she muttered.

If she ever caught another girl hitting on you then she would start plotting immediately. Mahito knew that you would never cheat, but she didn’t want another girl to touch you. She was tempted to cover every inch of your skin with more curse marks. That way no one would be able to think that you were single.

Mahito whined again. She didn’t know where this submissive mindset came from. She had never felt this way in her entire life. But her pussy felt so empty. That was an entirely new sensation. She thrusted up against your waist to get your attention where she needed it most.

“M-my clitoris…It’s hard.”

Mahito knew that she used the scientific term, but she didn’t care. She could hardly think straight. That tiny bundle of nerves wanted friction so bad. She wanted to touch it, but she wouldn’t dare to do that on her own when she could have you instead.

She grinned to herself.

“I can sense your arousal,” she said. “Come on…Give me what I want!”

Your hands tightened against Mahito’s slim waist.

Fuck.

Why was she so cute when she got all demanding and whiny?? You were quickly losing yourself in the moment, but you snapped back to reality.

“Of course, Mahi… I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

You pawed at her breasts again, this time squeezing them more harshly and pressing them together. You loved how soft they were.

“Do you remember when you touched my breasts for the first time? What did you call them, again? …Jugs?”

You chuckled at her reaction to your words.

Mahito gave you a stubborn glare.

“F-fuck me,” she demanded. “No more talking.”

Damn, she was bold. You were almost surprised by how she spoke to you. You cleared your throat in an effort to compose yourself. You didn’t say anything, you simply began to trail kisses down Mahito’s bare torso. You pulled at her loose pants and took them off completely.

The sight of her wet pussy nearly gave you a heart attack.

Your lips parted as you stared at it.

It was so pretty. You couldn’t control yourself any longer.

“Hurry,” Mahito warned.

But you didn’t need the warning. You practically dived in between her thighs, spreading them as you focused in on her pussy. Your lips made contact with it instantly. You pressed an open mouthed kiss right against her clit, your saliva was sloppy and hot as you made out with it.

Her folds felt so smooth and creamy from how aroused she was. You were in heaven as you ate her out.

Mahito whined again. She bucked her hips up against your face from the sensations.

“T-that’s my clit…Right?”

She moaned during the sentence.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

You poked out your tongue next, swirling it around the bud carefully. You didn’t want to do anything too intense just yet. It was important to introduce everything gradually so that Mahi could get used to the different feelings.

She buried her fingers into your hair, bringing your face closer as she hesitantly thrusted against it.

“Ngh…so good,” she whimpered. She sounded like she was in a daze. You stared up at her.

Mahito’s hair was coming loose from the braid. The baby hairs began to frame her face in such an adorable way. And her expression was so fucking cute. She looked so aroused by all this.

You closed your eyes, focusing as you began to prod her entrance with a single finger. Her slit already felt so tight just from stroking it. Wait…That’s right. Mahito technically has a virgin pussy. Your face flushed from the idea.

She had likely never felt penetration before.

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

You asked carefully. You honestly weren’t sure how far she wanted to go. She said something about wanting to get fucked earlier but you couldn’t tell if she was serious about penetration.

Mahito was blushing so much as she stared down at you with her different colored eyes.

“…I don’t want to feel empty anymore,” she said.

Hm. You knew that feeling all too well. You would be cruel to deny her in such a state. You nodded, glancing down to watch as you slid your middle finger inside. You did it slowly, making sure that she could feel every inch. She was so warm and slick inside…

“So fucking wet,” you whispered.

You pressed a kiss against her clit which made her clench around you instantly.

You chuckled at her again. Mahito was so skittish like this. You could feel how her thigh muscles would tighten and relax. She clearly wanted to come soon. You wanted to help her get there.

You slid all the way into the knuckle, tilting upwards into her G-spot.

“Ha,” Mahito moaned.

She still felt so tight. You were actually afraid to move your finger too much. But she was so wet that it shouldn’t be able to cause any pain. You began to flick your finger back and forth inside of her, teasing that special spot. The resistance from her inner walls was quite strong around your finger. She kept squeezing you. If you had a dick then it would probably feel otherworldly.

“That’s it,” you praised. “Let me in.”

You began to add a second finger. It was difficult, but Mahito was smart enough to try and relax around the intrusion. She even spread her legs wider to get more inside.

“Mm-“

She sounded so desperate as she kept making soft little noises. She gasped once you had two fingers inside, finger fucking her quickly all of a sudden.

“A-ah! y/n!”

Mahi was loud.

You briefly wondered if maybe someone else in the mansion would hear. You certainly hoped not. You only wanted these noises to be heard by you, no one else. You remained focused, sliding your fingers in and out, tilting them upward into that spot of hers. It felt swollen and angry inside, ready to come but not enough to push her over the edge.

“Remember what I said about clit stimulation?” You asked sweetly. “You used to deny my clit all the time. Now do you see how frustrating that is?”

You just couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to get a bit of revenge with Mahito. Whenever he was male representing, he had a tendency to mock your needy little clit or even deny it all together. You could feel a tinge of pride swelling in your chest. Oh, yes. You were giving him a taste of his own medicine now. And you even got to play with Mahito’s cute female body at the same time. This was like your bisexual dream.

You thrusted into Mahi’s cute pussy with your fingers some more, relishing the way that her tight walls clung onto you.

“Who’s the fleshlight now, hm?”

You teased her ruthlessly.

“I bet you love this feeling. Clenching around me so much.”

You completely ignored her clit, instead continuing to finger her and hit that same spot over and over again.

Mahito giggled, sounding out of breath.

“Fine! I’ll just…Turn you into a dildo then…haha!”

She ruffled your hair fondly.

You couldn’t help but laugh with her. That truly was a creative comeback, you were surprised that she could even think much during all this. She seemed to be in a faraway place mentally.

You had always been a bit of a softie when it came to women, Mahito in particular. You just couldn’t deny her pretty clit any longer. Not when it looked so needy and neglected.

You leaned forward and began to suck on it gently.

“Yes,” Mahi murmured.

You loved how helpless she sounded, completely at your mercy. Mahi thrusted against your face, riding your fingers and your tongue at the same time. She just couldn’t get enough, and you were more than happy to lap up all of her juices.

Her slick was coating your chin and your lips. You wore it like a goddamn badge of honor. You were absolutely drunk off her pussy. You could go at it for hours even if you ended up getting exhausted eventually.

“Ha..Ha! Right there, yes-“

Mahi cried pathetically as she thrusted against you. She was completely abusing your face but you didn’t care at all.

Mahi squeaked when her orgasm hit her. She made so many meek sounds, it really drove you insane to listen to it all. You had to contain yourself.

You removed your fingers carefully, the slick covering your fingers. You licked it clean. Mahi tasted perfect. It was a bit different from Mahito’s semen, but that was to be expected.

Mahi breathed harshly as she laid there. She took only a moment to gather herself before she sat upright in the bed.

You stared at her in disbelief. Holy shit. Curse stamina really was something else entirely.

She grinned at you, leaning forward to latch onto your curse mark on your shoulder. She licked it and sucked at it possessively.

“Mine,” she said stubbornly. “Mine, mine, mine.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her silly behavior.

“Yeah, yeah. All yours,” you replied with a warm smile.

Mahi looked so beautiful sitting there in her naked female body. Like an angel who fell from heaven. Or a demon who crawled up from hell. It changed depending on her mood.

You were happy that you had managed to satisfy her, but you were left with an achy feeling in your core. You needed to come. It honestly wouldn’t take much, either.

Mahi glanced down at her own breasts and squeezed them experimentally.

“…I like it better when I touch yours,” she said.

You blushed from her words and the sight of her touching her own breasts. God, you were such a pervert. For some reason you were starting to imagine what she would look like in the shower, with her chest covered with soap and water. How slippery her breasts would feel in your hands.

Mahi stared at you blankly.

“…You’re drooling.”

She said it so simply, just stating a fact.

“Shit, sorry!” You said suddenly. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Fuck that was mortifying.

“…I want to try something,” Mahito said.

She sounded like she was in deep thought.

“Since the clitoris has over 10,000 nerve endings…And the penis only has 4,000…”

She stared down at her own pussy as if to think some more about her idea. She swallowed the lump in her throat before she looked up at you again.

“I want to transfigure my clitoris into a larger phallic shape. That way I can fuck you with it, and I’m really curious how it would feel for me.”

Mahi gave you a determined look. She kept a steady tone as she said all of that. Meanwhile, your eyebrows nearly shot into your hairline.

“H-huh?!”

You didn’t care how stupid your reply sounded. You were fucking baffled. Flabbergasted. Dumbfounded. You almost forgot that Mahito had the ability to transfigure herself. The possibilities were endless. Your cheeks started to grow red from the thought of that. Hearing Mahi’s cute girl moans as she fucked you. You were about to come in your pants right then and there.

“…Immediately yes,” you said finally. “Let’s do it.”

She giggled at your reaction.

“So eager,” she teased.

You could only nod your head enthusiastically, already taking your clothes off in a hurry. You tossed them to the side without a care in the world. This was going to be fucking amazing. You couldn’t even dream of something like this. Being in a relationship with a powerful demon certainly did have its perks.

You laid down on the bed, planting your head against the pillows as Mahi towered over you. She closed her eyes as she began to transfigure herself. You glanced down to watch.

It didn’t look like a normal penis. It looked like some kind of organ, with soft skin and slick coating it all over. It was actually an arousing sight. You wanted it inside of you so badly. The slight curve at the tip would feel great against your G-spot, you could already tell. And it had a nice looking girth to it as well. Your pussy was already clenching around nothing just from looking at it for so long.

Mahi gripped it to aim towards your entrance, but she immediately yelped.

“You okay?” You asked hurriedly.

Mahi sucked in a sharp breath as he grabbed it gentler.

“Just very sensitive,” she said. “Now…Are you gonna take my clit like a good girl?”

Her feminine voice saying something dirty like that really made your body have a reaction. You nodded again.

“Y-yes,” you whispered. “I will.”

You were already spreading your thighs for her like some kind of whore. Mahi’s face was so pretty. She had soft features and a light blush still. She sighed as she lined up with your slit, rubbing against it.

“I might not last long,” she warned.

You breathed through your lips.

“It’s okay, me neither.”

Your eyes trailed over her body. Her plump breasts, perky nipples, soft stomach. And her raging clit erection. It was such an arousing sight. But you didn’t have nearly enough time to enjoy it properly.

Mahi slid inside.

She didn’t go slow. She rushed into your pussy and immediately began panting desperately.

“Oh fuck! F-fuck, fuck…”

She cried out. It almost sounded like she was in pain, but there was pleasure in her tone as well.

“So hot, fleshlight…Burning me-“

Mahi couldn’t handle it. She thrusted into you, if anything just to get some relief from your heat. You gasped from the sensations, feeling the hardness of her clit rubbing inside of you. You had never heard Mahito react this way when he was male presenting. He rarely ever cursed.

You closed your eyes, moaning softly from the sensations. Meanwhile, Mahi couldn’t shut up no matter how hard she tried to.

“Good girl! Such a good girl… Do you have…ha.. Any idea how tight you are?”

Mahi thrusted her clit into you over and over again, rambling nonsense and praise with her feminine voice. She wouldn’t stop fucking you into the bed. You glanced up at her, reaching forward to grab her tits as she fucked you. You rolled her nipples between your fingers teasingly.

Mahi’s eyes actually rolled into the back of her head as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Yes…Ha…Geh-“ she rambled gibberish.

She actually sounded like she was completely gone mentally. That had never happened before.

“Mahi-“ you moaned.

Your hand flew down to your clit. You started to rub tight circles against it, suddenly jealous of the pleasure that your partner was experiencing. Something told you that if Mahi was a human, she would have came ages ago from something as intense as this. But she was a cursed spirit. Therefore she had way more stamina.

You moaned under your breath, working your clit faster as you attempted to focus. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge just from the lewd sight of Mahi fucking you with her breasts flopping around freely. You groaned as she hit that spot inside of you, expertly massaging your inner walls.

“Ngh…Fuck-“ you gasped.

You spasmed and pulsed as you came around her clit. You surprised yourself by how fast you were, but you were extremely worked up from all this tension.

“Ch-“ Mahito rasped. She groaned loudly as she came inside of you.

“Pulsing…can’t take it when you do that!” She exclaimed out of frustration. She made so many lewd and strangely submissive sounds as she fucked into you, riding out her orgasm. She was quick to collapse against your chest afterward, returning her clit back to its normal size.

You breathed heavily, sliding your hand down her smooth back in an effort to comfort her.

“How are you feeling?” You somehow managed to ask.

You traced lazy patterns against her sweaty skin.

Mahi had her face pressed against your neck as she laid on top of you. There was no response from her.

“…Mahito?”

You patted her back gently.

Then you started to hear…

Snoring?

Your eyes widened with shock. Cursed spirits don’t need to sleep. Using her clit as a penis must have been so intense that it actually made Mahito lose consciousness. You hoped that everything was fine. It should be. After all, Mahito was a special grade curse. Something like having sex with a human shouldn’t harm her at all.

You sighed as you pet Mahi’s hair.

Maybe spending a lot of time in the mansion wasn’t so bad.

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Love on The Grid - Formula 1 AU! Yuta Okkotsu - Pt 2.

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PART 1

synopsis: One-night stands were nothing but a necessary painkiller for your inability to cross paths with true love. Your most recent find at a Vegas Club was no different. He was boring, obedient, SLOW! You leave him high and hanging hoping you'd never see him again until you find yourself gawking at a supersized billboard of him on a Vegas highway with the title 'LEGEND RETURNS TO VEGAS'.

genre: some s*xual tension, a lot of fluff, thrill and angst

content: 18+ only. Formula one driver! Yuta x f! reader, use of alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 5k

a/n: part 2 came soon because i'm so pumped lolol. Note, In this story, Megumi and Toji aren't related.

WARNING: always use protection!

You sat in your hot, plastic seat with bated breath, like a thousand others, keeping your eyes trained on the asphalt of the track.

Even though it was November, temperatures in Vegas were no good - either that, or the revelation that your hookup from last night is a world-renowned athlete is making you nauseous.

You were in the most uncomfortable position in the entire stands combined, smack in the middle of a fired up Noritoshi and a spiteful Kokichi, who were planning on probably shouting at the top of their lungs for their favorite driver on the grid.

"When's this starting?" You turn to Miwa, a bit nervous.are You nervous to see that man, Yuta, in the middle of his job? What if he doesn't perform well - that would be embarrassing. Oh well, no one here knows about us anyway so it's fine. Except for his number one fan Noritoshi maybe.

"Well, they're almost done with the formation lap, so they should line up at the start line soon. Red Bull's Geto has the pole with a surprise front line seat for Ferrari's Gojo. King Okkotsu is sitting third with Ferrari's second, Itadori Yuji. Then it's Red Bull's Mahito followed by Merc's Toge and - " he goes on and on, speaking jargon and names You don't understand.

"Noritoshi." You stop him in the middle of his enthusiastic speech. "You understand that none of what you said passed through my brain right?"

"Ah well, none of it matters!" He cackles. "When the race begins - you will know who you'll cheer for and who will have you at the edge of your seat. Who gets your heart pumping." He says, fisting his chest. The last bit seemed a bit unintentionally personal but you roll your eyes at him anyway.

The drivers are soon done with their 'formation lap' which Kokichi is nice enough to enlighten you - is a circle they do around the track to prep their tyres for the race and check the tracks and engines. You also see now that Pole is the car sitting first in the starting lineup, as you narrow your eyes at dark, red and blue car zooming its way to ease into the frontmost bracket. That must be the bane of Noritoshi's existence and the Object of Kokichi's desire - Geto Suguru.

Behind him is a flashy red car that earns a deafening roar of cheer as he comes into position. That must Gojo Satoru.

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Behind him, and you find yourself looking really keenly. You spot the teal and midnight black hues of a fiery car, followed by another deafening roar and a partial standing ovation. So that's him. 'Mr. Cute Dick, I don't drink, I am not a virgin'. You smirk at thought of such a wallflower being at the center of one of the hottest sports in the world, in a championship with the highest stakes.

"Looks like Y/N is an Okkotsu fan." Noritoshi claims, grinning sarcastically at Kokichi who replies with a grimace. "No, I clearly saw her looking keenly at Geto."

"Ah, shut up the two of you." You snap. "Let me watch!"

The both of them exchange glances at your sudden interest but humor you as the crowd waits with a chilling silence. The five red lights light up, sounding a beep and you can hear your heartbeat in that moment as they turn green without warning and the race is on!

The set of 20 cars pick up speed at a maddening rate and are soon accelerating through the curves and straights of the track, tailing one another. The commentator is particularly zealous, and you find yourself listening to him with a lot of attention. Your eyes never leave the Teal and Dark vehicle with his tiny head popping out the cockpit, protected by his shiny, silver helmet.

For around 30 laps or so, nothing changes, and the people have started chatting amongst themselves. You slump back down into your seat.

There is some action going on at the back of the line-up with a few of the cars overtaking and re-overtaking one another.

"Well, this is boring…" You admit.

"It has its moments." Noritoshi states. "Oh wait, what's that-"

You turn to the track so fast, your vision goes blurry, and You nearly miss the spectacle.

The second red is quickly closing in on Yuta's Teal but Yuta swivels out of the way just in time, apparently surprising his tail-end as the driver, Itadori, loses control and touches the back of the first red car, Gojo's. Both of them start spinning dramatically and are vaulted out of the race at one of the turns.

"Collision! In the Top Five! Both Ferraris are out!" The commentator is roaring out now, with several people standing to get a better view.

You yourself are concerned for the Ferraris that seemed to have lost some parts of the car, leaving behind a trail of debris. But soon enough, both drivers emerge from their respective cars, with the taller one giving the crowd a thumbs up. He removes his helmet and a layer of clothing to reveal striking snow-white hair and dazzling smile. This sport is too fucking dangerous.

"The collision will be under investigation for sure to see if Ferrari's Number 3, Itadori is at fault! For now, the safety car is out."

You train your gaze on Yuta again. He seems to have taken a different route from the track now, heading towards a group of people, clad in suits and uniforms similar to the colors of his car.

"Hey, what's he doing?" You ask Noritoshi. You almost hear Kokichi mumbling "Oh shit." under his breath.

"That's a pit stop. Change of Tyres. Now is a brilliant time for this." Noritoshi says, his lips quivering. Is he really that excited for Yuta.

"The Safety Car has been taken off and with Mercedes' Number 7 quick thinking, Okkotsu takes the lead of the race!" The commentator announces earning a barrage of cheer from the crowd and a giant sigh from Kokichi.

"But not far behind him is Red Bull's Number 4, Geto, fastest car of the crop, who is looking to overtake… He has the DRS on and, and…." You don't need to listen to the commentator anymore because You see it happening and You almost let out some weird feral choke as Yuta barely, barely manages to keep his lead and the vicious, red and blue car accepts defeat, staying behind. You finally breathe out when You see Yuta gaining some speed and maintaining a good distance between him and Geto.

Kokichi pokes your shoulder and gives you a look of immense worry when You realize You are literally gripping your hair at the roots with both hands.

"ah, hah!" You laugh nervously, letting go off your now scrunched up hair. You lean back again as they announce the final lap and with no difficulty, as the checkered flag is waved, Yuta's Mercedes finishes first, with Geto behind him, followed by the other red bull, Mahito.

All of us rise to give the winners a standing ovation as confetti is blasted into the air and fireworks decorate the already shimmering Vegas skyline. You watch in wonder at the colors in the sky as Yuta pumps his fists up, getting out of his car and running over to his team.

"Good win, bro." Kokichi smiles at Noritoshi, who You now notice is on the verge of tears.

You see Yuta remove his helmet, but You can only make out his dark hair from this distance. You don't stop yourself from pouting at the disappointment. Why do You feel like You deserve being close to him right now. Maybe your good-luck suck off today guaranteed his win.

You see him disappear into the pavilion and ask Noritoshi if we can take a closer look at them.

"Close is not close enough to get their autographs but I can get you close enough to see their faces." Noritoshi claims and You give him a smile of gratitude.

"Geez Y/N. Did I really convert you in one race? Can't say if I'm prouder of you or myself." He jokes.

We stand for the Japanese national anthem as we cheer for the winning drivers receiving their trophies and drowning each other in champagne. Geto Suguru doesn't seem to be too keen to join into the racket, but Mahito wants to push the whole bottle down Yuta's throat. You smirk at the view. No teetotalling today?

As the crowd disperses out of the stands, we make our way through as well. You are tightly holding on to one of Miwa's and Momo's hands, each.

Noritoshi guides us through a few sections of the crowd and through a few random nooks and alleys of the arena until we reach what seems like a back gate. You see that a sizable yet dealable crowd is already standing there with Cameras and posters and shirts in hand.

"Well, this is a guarded secret, so not many know." Noritoshi winks at us. Today You are glad You became friends with his girlfriend, Momo.

We join the rows of people, but you fight your way to at least the second from start row, earning a lot of swears and some chick even trying to pull your hair.

You gaze at the gate with hope. One last look. Just to curb your excitement. It's just excitement nothing else. I'll be done after this. I'll go back to your city and drown yourself in work. None of this ever happened…. but why do You feel oddly bitter.

Is it because You realized Yuta and You are worlds apart? You are just an ordinary, honest worker - a commonality. Whereas he a star athlete, loved by the masses and with access to as many options as he wants. But what You have learnt from your past is, people can be as special or common as they want - a person who wants to find options, will always go out in search of options.

And as if to prove your point, You feel an ominous buzz in your hands right as You hear the doors open. You check your phone to see the screen flashing "Megumi Baby." right onto your face. You don't react or move; You simply glare at the screen. You are unable to breath as memories come flooding in.

Promises, nectar-soaked words, caressing your face with the deepest look of love. His bare back shining with sweat as he pounded into a girl from your workplace that YOU had introduced to him as your coworker. Him turning around, expressionless, leaving without giving you an explanation. Him telling you that you were expecting too much of him and You should have never assumed we were a thing since he was just trying new things in life.

All of it comes back to me, not particularly with ease. It washes over you like a tsunami. Completely drowns me. It's not until the incessant shouting of the crowd brings you to your senses that You snap out of your trance.

"Yuta! Yuta!" the people cheer. "Look here, please, just once. Yuta!"

You stare in horror as You spot Yuta's back getting into his matte black car. You are only able to see a small fraction of the back of his head and his white shirt.

You missed your chance.

You look back at the still ringing phone and want to smash it to bits. Fuck you, Megumi. Fuck you.

The first thing You do is cut the call and block his vile number. Then You try to scream out Yuta's name too in a futile attempt to get his attention, but You are not loud enough.

Amazing.

You start laughing to yourself now.

What was the point of this?

You recall yourself looking in the mirror at your apartment, coaching yourself to make this a pleasure trip. You would hookup with the best guy You could find, forget Megumi for good and move on with your life. So, whatare You doing now?

That guy Yuta would probably head to some lavish after party now and have a string of the prettiest girls in the world willing to suck him off. What use is it down?

The realization nearly brings you to tears. You should have never tried. You slowly retract your raised hands and sink back into the crowd, letting them continue their cheers. You turn back and slowly make your way out of the crowd and towards your friends.

"Wow, Y/N. Even Noritoshi and I didn't go that far in. You good?" Kokichi asks.

"Y/N, sweetie, you look like you're about to throw up what's wrong?" Momo asks me, cupping your face while Miwa rubs your arm.

"Megumi called…" You admit and all of them show a violent shift in expression.

"You haven't blocked that asshole yet?" Miwa asks, furious. You shake your head. "I just did."

"Y/N. You better not maintain any contact with him. He's the absolute scum of-"

"Hey, hey there miss." Suddenly our discussion is interrupted by a polite voice. We all turn around to see two men in suits and glasses standing tall and strong, waiting behind us. They look oddly familiar somehow with the waxed-up hair and somber faces. One of them has a scar near his lips and the other has his hair in a messy bun.

"Miss, are you the one who took Mr. Okkotsu out of the Four Seasons Club last night?" One of them, the bun guy, asks in a business-like fashion, pointing at me. Ah, now You remember them. The two lookers from the club last night, hiding Mr. wallflower behind their broad backs.

Scarface gets a call before You could reply though.

"Yes, Mr. Okkotsu. We're on our way. Well, we have a surprise for you." he tells Mr. Okkotsu mischievously. You narrow your eyes at the word "Surprise."

Scarface exchanges a knowing look with Bunhair and both of them cage you in.

"Would you like to see Mr. Okkotsu, again? It's not like we can force you, but he gave us specific instructions to find you and let him know."

"I didn't make him out to be a stalker you know." You say sarcastically, pondering if You should accept their offer. your friends do give you a strange look and You almost want to tell at least Noritoshi what's going on. But before You can take a call, You get a beep from your phone. This time it's a fucking EMAIL from Megumi.

Jesus, this man.

"I'm coming." You say abruptly. "I'll meet up with you guys later." You tell your friends as they give you looks of utter confusion.

"And burn this shitty device please." you say, tossing your phone towards Kokichi. "At least until I get some sort of restraining order against Megumi."

You exchange a look with Noritoshi and he knows in his heart that You will certainly get an autograph for him.

The two men take surround you as they guide you towards the waiting car. A matte black Lambo. They make sure to hide you from prying eyes, which isn't too hard with their gigantic muscular bodies.

You take a deep breath before You open the door and slide in.

Yuta and you share a good 10 seconds of absolute silence. Honestly, he looks like he's about to fracture his jaw from how wide his gaping mouth is getting. The two men climb into the front and openly laugh at his expression.

"Really, Okkotsu?" they say in unison.

"Wh-wh-wha-" He stutters.

"If you're that offended to see me, I can get out." You tease him, knowing he's going to grab your arm and make you stay. That's exactly what he does.

"Sorry, I was just surprised." He regains his composure. "Well, it's good to see you again, after last time…"

Uff, he shouldn't remind you because you wouldn't be able to control your cheeks getting flushed. There is another round of awkward silence before he decides to continue.

"Ah, right. You left your undergarments in the room last night, I thought you'd want them back so I-" before he can say anything else you slap your palm onto his lips, turning an embarrassing shade of tomato red.

"Not here, not right now!" You whisper-yell at him but his bodyguards/managers/goons/whatevers are quick to catch onto the conversation. Scarface who's driving the car gives you a perverted whistle without turning back and Bun-guy merely hums to himself, pretending to not have heard anything.

"T-Toji, that's impolite!" Yuta shouts at the scarface driver, turning red himself.

"It's not an uncommon thing with you. Aren't you creating quite a collection anyway?" The bun-guy butts in, leaving Yuta defenseless.

"Todo!" he yells at him too and slumps back into his seat, hiding his face. You study him. This was the champion race car driver an hour ago - and now he's a blushy, awkward, highly embarassing puddle.

"Collection, so you do this a lot huh?" You poke him.

"Absolutely not!" He sits up again. "Last night, I just…"

Now you're interested. Sounds like he broke a rule for you.

"Last night what?"

"Well, I just-"

"Oh my god, speak up, Okkotsu!" Toji screams from the wheel.

"Nevermind!" Yuta retorts and grabs your hands. "Are you coming to the after-party or not?"

"Well, I don't have a gown or anything…" You reply, looking down at your very non-party like clothing - a pin strip pant suit.

"Honestly…" He looks you dead in the eye. "You look so gorgeous, I don't want others to stare too much but if you want a dress, we can make a stop. I'll cover it, don't worry." He assures me, feeling a bit less awkward now.

For that compliment, he deserves to see a pretty dress on you and probably a flick to the forehead for making your heart race.

Todo seems to have a good eye for stores because the boutique he takes us to has a brilliant selection of clothes from classy to elegant to teasingly hot and even a corner for some sexy stuff.

You take some time to think and pick out a silvery satin cowl neck dress that compliments your cleavage and stops just a few inches shy of your womanhood. You also pair it will sparkly, strappy heels. You'll just have to make sure to walk properly to not expose anything… unless. When you walk out of the fitting room, you find Yuta waiting beside the billing counter, on his phone, matching your colors, in a light grey tux and black shirt-trouser set. He has combed his hair in a side part, looking rather sharp and you can smell his fresh cologne from a distance. He hears the clacking of your heels and looks up, his lips parting slightly at the sight.

For a moment when your eyes meet, everything stills, like the two of you are the only people in this room. The magnetic pull is something you have never experienced before, not even with Megumi, who you once thought was the love of your life. You walk over to him quickly, tucking your hair behind your ear and give him a twirl. "What do you think?"

"Might have to punch anyone who looks at you wrong tonight." He admits, sheepishly.

"W-What?" You mumble, looking away. Megumi could never. All he told you was to dress modestly so the men won't look. Never did he say he'd protect you. Maybe he never had the balls or talent to.

"Okay, you two get back in the car." Toji yawns at us, getting impatient or perhaps slightly weirded out by the clear tension between us.

The drive to one of Las Vegas' most affluent casino clubs was short and silent. You weren't really mentally prepared to see celebrities and big shots, partying away.

"This will be the best night of your life, I promise." Yuta assures you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You let him only because it calms your nerves. There are a few questions you need answers to though.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask and see Yuta's brow furrow.

"Are you uncomfortable or anything? You can't tell me-"

"It's not that... it's just..." you start. "It really doesn't make sense."

"I am not the most spectacular lay in the world." you admit. "I'm sure you have the world's most exquisite looking women dying to get time with you. I just don't see how being with me can benefit you."

You notice yourself putting yourself down and try to stop but your self-esteem is at an all-time low. That was one of the prime reasons you didn't want to meet up again with anyone you hooked up with during this trip. You wanted to leave feeling all parties involved had the best time of their lives and had no complaints.

Maybe lust got the better of Yuta and he'd come to his senses any minute.

"I think I liked the fact that you had no idea who I was..." He says and you raise your brows.

"I'm sorry I was unaware-"

"Nope, it's a good thing... I felt like I could just be the party loser, Yuta, for once... not a papped, scrutinized driver, Yuta. It felt oddly liberating." He admits.

"Plus, I-" He starts but swallows his words. "Do you remember what we talked about on the way to the hotel?"

You were not paying too much attention back then, being bowled over by the need to fuck someone, but... what did you say?

"Kids, we're here. Catch up later." Todo lets you two know, looking back. Before you could get off though, Yuta leans over.

"Are you going to tell me your name now or not?" He says. The shadows must be playing tricks on your eyes because in the dark, illuminated by paparazzi flashes you find your heart drumming inside your chest, unable to break eye contact.

"Y-Y/N. My name's Y/N." You say finally.

Yuta smiles wide at this and grabs one of your hands, opening the door to his flashy car and the light, noise and cheers hit you all at once.

He helps you get out suddenly, facing a sea of stunned yet curious people, you find yourself wanting to cry from embarrassment.

Oh no. no no no no no! What were they going to print about you now? What will you tell the managing director at your company about this PR scandal?

"Relax." Yuta holds your hand firmly. "I'll make sure only the news you want gets out." He reassures you, find your fingers again, locking them into his and you feel slightly better as you guys make our way to the inside, walking the red carpet.

The casino obviously is so maximalist, it hurts your eyes to say the least. There are people dressed in grandeur lining up at food tables, cigar tables and alcohol tables. There are some playing a few rounds of poker or gambling away at the machines. You are unable to focus on any one spot because all of it is so grandiose, you can't help but gawk at everything!

When people spot the two of you though, they quickly make their way over. Yuta is today's champion after all - this party is for him. They have a lot of good things to say to him - words of admiration, congratulations, words of passive aggressive envy but what all of them have in common is the looks of confusion or judgement they throw at you. One side-eye with a raised brow and they excuse themselves. Sure, no sparkly dress can make you look like one of them, but you had no idea 'big'-shots had the smallest sense of morals and social etiquette. Yuta introduces you as a 'good friend' to them and although it stings at first, this is a necessary step. It's what you would want and would cause the least amount of headache for the both of you. You aren't really friends or aren't really dating after all.

'One time Hookup-ers' isn't exactly a PR friendly term.

"Sorry about them. Most of them lack manners." Yuta says nervously but you reassure him that nothing they say can dent your self-image.

"No amount of looks they give me can change the fact that I'm not drowning in daddy's money, but my own." You smirk at him, leaving him impressed.

The two of you go through a few more people until you finally get to retire to a corner table of the giant ball room.

"How do you do this?" you ask, staring up at the magnificent chandelier crowning the hall.

"Well the boys never stay back for these kinds of things, we run off to different parts of the city to get wasted." He replies. "Just not before race night." You look at him with some mischief tingling behind your smile. He takes this chance to lean in closer and bump noses with you.

"And you thought I was inexperienced, didn't you?"

"So that's how you aren't a virgin...hmm, adventurous."

But Yuta shakes his head. "I've dated before. We ended things and I'm just beginning to explore my options now..."

"You must be spoilt for choice." You try to boost his ego, smiling wider as you feel his breath fan your face. Oh, how you could use a kiss right now. A kiss with everyone watching.

"I'm not spoilt for good choices." He says. "Having a choice doesn't always mean they're the best option for you." Damn, that's harsh. You cup his cheek in your hand and gaze into his dark blue eyes.

"And yet you gave me a chance-"

Before you can finish though, you hear a pair of boots slapping the ground while running in your direction.

"Okkotsu Yuta, you were supposed to give me the post-race comments. The media is waiting!" You hear a woman yell out as she approaches the two of you. She is dressed in a simple yet elegant navy-blue ensemble. Her eyes look disappointed, but her beautiful face, with its under-lip mole, maintains its poise. Yuta greets her with a sigh.

"I will, I will." He tells her. "Rika, let me off for today at least."

"No can do, Yuta." she shakes her head, getting her phone out.

"You can give me a few phrases and I'll piece together something coherent." she offers but Yuta doesn't want to hear it.

"Um, kind of in the middle of something?" He reminds her, circling his arm around your back.

The woman, Rika, gives you a pointed look. "You get one of those every other week. This is important business Yuta."

What does she mean those? You slightly free yourself from Yuta's embrace and look at him, confused. He looks as unaware as you are.

"Rika, you-"

"Yuta, you should stop toying with chicks. New one every few days. And when they want to get serious with you, I have to deal with all those calls and messages." Rika rants on and Yuta's eyes are getting wider by the minute.

For a second, you feel an empty pit in your stomach but before it can show on your face, you stand up.

"So that's how it is, huh?" you corner Yuta who looks aghast.

"Why am I even surprised?" you mutter, walking away from them. You remember Megumi's deadpan face as he walked out after you caught him and his mistress together. Yuta will be the same.

You reach for the balcony door to get some fresh air, but you feel your elbow being grabbed. It's Yuta. Huffing and very worried.

"W-wait, Y/N." He pleads.

You choose to keep your face neutral.

"It's fine. it's not like we were dating. Maybe, tell that woman to be mindful about her language though because the next time she addresses me as if I'm some object, I'll punch her." That threat, You are very serious about. This was a bad idea after all. You don't belong in the world of racecars, and parties and high-profile vips. You are happy with your computer and 3 cups of americanos, building prolific, useful software, from your cramped up office.

"Listen, Y/N... She was lying!" He tries to reason, and you take a look at him. You mentally give him thirty seconds to explain himself. He takes the cue and wastes no time.

"She's the one I dated. She has been my manager for a long time, and it has been some time since we split. I thought she had moved on since I saw her with another driver a while back but looks like she's still bitter." He explains frantically. But who he has dated isn't even your concern.

"I don't want to deal with fragments of your past, especially ex-flames, Yuta." you say bluntly. "I'm sorry, I have to leave now. Goodbye. Thanks for the evening."

You free yourself from Yuta's clutches, stifling a sob and heading towards the exit. You may have been seeing things, but you see a fluff of white follow you out from the corner of your eyes. It wasn't Yuta though.

Why did you care? It shouldn't matter.

No amount of love could bring people a universe apart, after all.

To be continued....READ PART 3 HERE!!

a/n: Okay there is practically no smut here but the plot needs some build up. Part 3 gonna be out soon and it's going to have a lot of smut, stay tuned guys!

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Could you do a Mahito shut? He changes his dick size and all that kinky stuff

Mahito~ caught you

Warning: smut, heavy smut, unprotected sex...

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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It's been a while we started dating. Mahito couldn't give the time because he was busy for two weeks with Geto for his work. He also told me that he's not gonna be here for two weeks. I simply agreed with him. Told him that it's okey... It's totally fine. But it wasn't. Like every girl has their needs. Me too. Sexual tension was getting worse day by day. I tried to fringing myself but that didn't work that much. Couldn't pleasure myself. Finally ordered a dildo. Today I received that. That was a big dildo. I put lub on it and started rubbing it on my clit. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it's Mahito. Slowly pushed it inside and moaned. It was feeling good. Finally after so many days I was feeling good. I started thursting it in and out. Moaning loudly as I imagined Mahito fucking me like that. I was about to cum. I was so happy that I was going to cum after so many days. Suddenly heard ring of my door bell.

I quickly wear my pants and went to the door. I opened the door. And there was..... "Mahito?!" I said. " You miss me?... Ofcourse you did" he said with a cheeky smile. "You told me you gonna come after two weeks." I said. " Yeah.... but didn't take that much time " he said and started walking towards the bedroom. I panicked. My dildo was still there. Before I could stop him he was already there. "Well well well..... Is someone needy rn?" He said with a smirk. I blushed so hard. "It's..... it's... Stop embarassing me!" I said. "Come onnnnnn...... I'm not teasing..... I'm asking you ...." He walked towards me " do you need something?" He said with a smirk and pressed his knee in between my legs. I gasped and hold onto his arms. "What?.... didn't answer my question " he said. "Please ...." I whimpered. " Can't hear you ~" he cooed in my ears. "Just fuck me already!!!!" I said. "That's all you have to say..." He said and pulled me towards him.

He threw me on his bed.he crashed his lips on mine. Kissing me roughly. Making me breathless.He started undressing me.He almost took off my clothes. I was just left in my panties. He started licking my nipple. His was so teasing. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly.When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. "You're dripping, darling~" he said with his smirk. He bring his face close to my pussy and licked it. He took off his clothes. His huge length was out now. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. He pushed his whole length inside me and give me some time to adjust. Then he started thursting in and out.He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. Suddenly I felt his dick becaming bigger. He was changing it. I was seeing stars now. I moaned so loudly. His thursting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips. I felt his dick started throbbing inside me. When my warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. He slowly pull out and threw him beside me. I was already fainted. He bring his face closer to mine and whispered....

Give me your requests guys...

I love when you give me your requests<3

" I'm lucky that I decided to come home today" I blushed. "Shut up" I said and slapped his chest. He laughed and cuddled with me.

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Of Angels and Curses

Synopsis - In a world where Angels and Curses are locked in a never ending war, an unsuspecting seraph becomes entangled with the very thing she is fated to eradicate.

Pairings - Curse!Toji Fushiguro x f!Angel!Reader. Curse!Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Angel!Satoru Gojo x Reader.

Warnings - Descriptions of violence and injuries, eventual smut.

A/N: I actually quite enjoyed writing this chapter, so much to the point that I’m prioritizing this over my uni work. Oopsie!! Oh well, enjoy everyone! You may need some tissues :) Ko-Fi.

Next part — interlude (i)

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Chapter 3

Time was no longer relevant to Y/N anymore.

Why bother counting down the days? She’d been stuck in this cell – this dreary, hopeless, and unbelievably hot cell – for what seemed like an eternity. Though it couldn’t have been that long, for Nanami’s blood still coated her skin like a bridal veil, providing a false sense of security as if he still watched over her even in death. Y/N knew his protection would run dry when she walked down the end of the aisle that was her life’s story – where there could be no happy ending waiting for her. Still, she coveted his blood, the lingering remnants of her golden guardian, as if memories of him were the last pages of holy text ablaze in this condemned world.

In the depths of Hell, Y/N wasted away like a rotting corpse not quite dead yet.

She knew she was in Hell because there could be nowhere else so oppressive: searing heat that dared her to cause even a slight offense, just so it had an excuse to burn her deeply and settle into the very marrow of her bones like a parasite. Still, she fought against it, curled like a pathetic fetus in a pitch-black womb, locked in a silent battle of sheer will. The same Curse who stole her golden guardian had somehow stopped the fatal wound on her stomach from ending her life, yet it had neglected to heal her other injuries – as if it wanted her to die a slow death.

“You don’t know, do you?” it had whispered in the deep dark depths, fascination falling from it like a waterfall. Y/N hadn’t answered, but still, the Curse continued on like a child that just wanted to be heard by someone, anyone. “Just how special you are.”

It called itself Mahito, decidedly masculine and manipulative, and he spoke with a whimsical tone unbefitting of the atrocities and sins he had surely committed; his words coated in sickly sweet sugar in attempt to lull her into a false sense of security. Nonetheless, he had saved her for reasons Y/N could never begin to guess; the scar on her midriff was testament to that fact. The wound had been sealed well enough; the scar was still fleshy and smooth to the touch, but she dared not look at it – it was all she had left of him and Gojo. Her body forever stained by her first, and perhaps only, encounter with him. She thought of him often, a focal point of imaginary light in the darkness, and dreamt of him whenever she slept; walking together among the cosmos of another universe, withstanding the test of time and fire. It was her only remaining comfort because Y/N couldn’t tell if her green eyed Curse was dead. She didn’t know how the soulmate bond worked really, or if it was strong enough to feel his essence if he wasn’t nearby, but she still clung to a fools hope that he wasn’t dead; that he had somehow grappled lightning and storms with his bare hands and won.

If he was alive, he would come for her; that much Y/N knew was true. She had felt his desperation when she and Nanami fought against Mahito, as if Gojo were an obstacle he couldn’t overcome quickly enough to get to her in time. And so, she could only lie there and wait for someone who may never arrive – a prisoner awaiting her sentence that bled black blood and slaughtered Angels.

The rough stone floor scraped her cheek as Y/N shifted into a tighter ball, her wing bones twisted unnaturally underneath her. Her feathers had suddenly fallen some time ago, like dead leaves from a shriveled bush, and she knew in her heart that they would never grow back again. The bones hung like useless appendages, unable to move no matter how much she willed them to, and started to reek of rotten flesh. It was only a matter of time before infection and fever set in, and Y/N wished she had the strength to reach over and pull them from their sockets, but her aching body had no such strength anymore; if she dared to move too much, she would surely die. She couldn’t die, not yet; she was still holding on to him, and to Nanami’s ghost telling her that she could persevere.

She heard a familiar clink and creaking of metal; the silver Curse had come to visit again.

Mahito sat in front of her; she could feel his breath wafting onto her face, a sliver of his teeth visible through the darkness, and mismatched grey and blue eyes glowing brightly. These visits from him were routine, like they were old childhood friends come to play a tea party with each other every day.

“Well, don’t you look positively wretched?” He remarked, as if he was praising her instead of insulting her. Y/N maintained her vow of silence; she would not speak a single word to her guardians bane.

Mahito didn’t seem offended by her silence at all, as he chirped away about bodies and souls and nonsense. Y/N nearly groaned at the absurdity of it all – here she was at deaths door, listening to a child preaching philosophy it mistook for age-old wisdom.

“…but they don’t know I have you here, and they might never. Is it so selfish of me wanting to keep you with me, just for a little while?”

She focused her gaze on him, and he gasped with delight, “Oh, so you are still in there! I was beginning to doubt you were listening to me at all.”

Her eyes flashed, begging him to continue, to explain what he meant.

“I suppose I haven’t really told you anything since I brought you here. You see… I wasn’t supposed to be there that day. I’m just a newborn to all of them; they don’t respect me at all because I still need to grow my strength. But they don’t see just how special I already am.”

Mahito started to rock back and forth; Y/N could hear him.

“And so I went up to Earth to help me grow stronger, to speed up the process of my evolution. I know I couldn’t possibly defeat your most special Angel, the one with the white hair… Satoru Gojo. By the way, you know he really actually loved you? His soul told me so; I could see it, but he just didn’t know how to love a soul like yours. I just thought you should know that.”

… what? Surely not.

“Anyways… I had really hoped that he wasn’t alone so that I could maybe grow from the fight. And oh my, your Nanami was a strong one. It was a glorious fight, he helped me so much more than you can imagine. But finding you? That was almost too perfect. I’ve never found out what effects my cursed energy has on a soul that has found its mate, but I’m so very interested in seeing what happens.”

Mahito sighed, a long deep sigh, like someone who was already tired of living. “I really hope they don’t find you. I don’t think anyone knows it was me who stole you away, and I want to keep you here with me. You’ll surely help me grow even more.”

Stole?

Y/N’s energy rapidly drew back like the sea from the shore in preparation for a tsunami; such was the state of her, random bouts of wakefulness with the constant threat of falling back into an unconsciousness state. She felt herself slipping back into the abyss, Mahito’s words miles away from her now, breaking away like dried mud.

-•-

The fever manifested soon after, but it was the ensuing delirium that was going to be the end of her. Her once pristine wings were burdened by disease, sickly pus droplets clinging to them; infecting and instigating a malevolent transformation within her mind.

Prancing around gardens, you silly wicked thing.

Y/N’s cell was no longer black, but a bright red hue, akin to the color she saw when she closed her eyelids and looked directly at the sun. She saw the faces of everyone she had ever known and lost, and each time she glanced over her shoulder, Nanami lingered behind her; silent and stoic, never saying a word as he stared at her with a single eye – looking just as he did the day he died. Overwhelmed with emotion, Y/N couldn’t restrain her tears from falling. If this was to be her ascension into Paradise, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go traverse this path of misery and delusions.

Don’t you know that’s how you get scratched into pieces?

She saw Gojo suspended high above them, a distant expression clouding his blue eyes. Y/N didn’t think he was upset; instead, he seemed as if he was finally understanding the very meaning of their existence in the world. It was as if he was being cradled in the invisible hands of God, completely ecstatic in his trance. His face was covered in blood, hair and armor unkept and dirtied, and a fatal wound to the neck oozed fresh blood. It was a stark contrast to the well put together and suave Satoru she had known before. It unnerved Y/N as she decided she didn’t like this transformation, and looked away.

But then maybe you deserve to be cut by all these thorns?

The visions shifted to Y/N in her bedroom, reclined on her bed, bathed in that familiar red hue streaming in through the windows. Everything was as she remembered leaving it; ripe figs on her nightstand, perfect bluebell flowers from Gojo in a crystal vase filled with clear water beside it. Oh how she would give anything to be there now, instead of whatever illusion she was stuck in now; a tantalizing, teasing vision of comfort and familiarity. Y/N doubted she would ever get it back again, and tried her hardest to savor it.

Wicked things deserve to be punished you know?

Nanami laid beside her, his hand covering the empty eye socket, and Y/N looked at him, willing him to say anything, just anything. Was the presence of his soul a symbol of something vital within her mind, silently communicating to her through the fever? Perhaps it was his ghost haunting her, unable to move on, expressing his anger at how he gave his life so violently for hers; maybe he was the real fever.

And you’re the worst of them all, the very worst I’ve ever seen…

Nanami turned to look at her, and her heart jumped. He looked pained, as if his words yearned to escape, but were bound by a vow of silence. She reached out to him, gently brushing a stray lock of golden hair from his forehead, and breathed in his calming scent. No, he would never punish her like this or subject her to delusions and pain; he was too kind and good, the very best of the Angels.

A flicker of sanity.

The red hue pulled back ever so slightly, and Y/N knew she was still in her cell. But there was someone coming; she heard distant footsteps approaching – perhaps Mahito? Would he put her out of her misery? No, the footsteps were too soft, familiar. She’d heard them before, knew to whom they belonged to without having to see anything at all.

You cut me in two, and now you think you’re free?

She was enveloped in red once again, Nanami’s presence returned, but he gripped her hand with a sense of urgency and fear. Y/N couldn’t bear to see him in such a state, and she promptly squeezed his hand back in a silent pledge of unified strength. Amidst the crimson haze and orchestrated delusions, it all became clear to her now – the visions he’d been showing her. He’d been patiently waiting for her all this time so they could move on together; the stunning saga of their lives now entwined for a final chapter.

“We can both go now…” she mumbled, neither here nor there.

You will never be free, not from me.

And suddenly, they both materialized in the meadows of the training grounds of Heaven, sullied by a red sky, hands tightly clasped together. Geto stood before them, a vision of benevolence and mercy, his katanas gleaming in the light of Heaven’s morning. Y/N wanted to drop to the floor and weep with joy as her inner turmoil melted away – her brother’s presence providing a welcome solace she didn’t know she needed so desperately. She would be at peace, as Geto would lead them both to Paradise, to bask in God’s light, and heal them from all they had endured.

“Oh, dear sister, where are you now?” he asked, featherlight fingers tenderly stroking her jaw, long black hair flowing like a dark river over his shoulders.

Y/N was confused by his words. Where? Why she was everywhere all at once, and Nanami was here too. Couldn’t he see her golden guardian?

“Hmm… this won’t do at all. Come with me; you’ll be alright now, that’s it,” Geto declared in that same soft tone she knew so well. The overwhelming surged relief through her, both astounding and crippling, as if the weight of the world had been lifted in that moment.

Her axis shifted as Geto carried her battered body in his arms, traversing through the meadow; through the deep dark prison.

It’s after dark, you know? But this garden still grows.

Through the cool green grass, amidst dim corridors and oppressive shadows, Y/N watched her world go by her from the familiar embrace of Geto’s arms. His dark robes swished purposefully with each step, as Nanami walked alongside him – a steadfast presence as always. She absorbed every moment, feeling the inevitable conclusion of her life approaching, and reveled in the crescendo of it all. She hadn’t sinned; God was pleased with her, and being granted a slice of Heaven was the greatest honor of her life.

Soothing warm water enveloped her, yet Y/N shivered, as she found herself in the bathing pool in Gojo’s tower; her body bare and naked as God intended. She felt divine, holy, the epitome of blessings. Geto’s hands washed her gently, almost hesitating, as if he feared her skin would melt from her bones. Y/N felt like it was, and by God, all she wanted to do was merge seamlessly with the water. Nanami stood silently behind Geto, regal and proud, observing her being cleaned.

“We’re going soon, you’ll see…” Y/N said to Nanami, trying to reassure him as her eyes rolled back into her head.

Geto rubbed her thighs, scrubbing away the world’s impurities from her, and said softly, “No, you’re not.”

“But, aren’t you here to guide us both?”

“No sister, I’m here to make you better.”

Y/N grew silent, awareness creeping back into her bones like an old friend. Nanami’s form became translucent, a haunting ghost barely visible. They were not in the bathing pool; instead, she was in a large bronze bathtub Geto washing her, and Nanami’s ghost still lingering. Her guardian looked down at her with regret as realization dawned on his fair features, yet Y/N still didn’t understand a thing.

“Geto… I’m supposed to be going with Nanami. Look, he’s waiting for me; he’s standing behind you.”

Geto stopped his ministrations, his head tilting curiously to the side as if he was earnestly trying to sense what she could see. His warm brown eyes swept over her body, pity casting a somber shadow over him, and rested on her wings, a disapproving tut escaping his lips.

“Forgive me sister, but you need to let them go. They’re killing you now.”

Nanami looked away sharply, as if he couldn’t bear to look at them anymore, and Y/N frowned.

And then, Geto reached over and gripped both her wings at the base of their sockets in her shoulder blades. Before she could utter another word, he pulled sharply, a sickening slicking and popping noise resonating as her wings brutally detached from her body. Y/N gasped in shock and pain, convulsing violently in the bath, murky water sloshing over the sides. Geto hushed her gently, holding her arms as firmly as he could in an attempt to calm her.

The hours are passing, don’t you feel lonely?

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I know it hurts,” Geto whispered, his tender touch returning to the task of washing her.

Y/N whimpered, her gaze shifting between him and Nanami, finally comprehending the meaning behind her delusions as his blood was washed from her skin. The veil was lifting, but it wasn’t to be the end for her, and they both knew it. Geto smiled kindly at her, warmth radiating from his eyes.

“It’s ok,” she said to Nanami. “You’re right, I can take it from here… I know I can do this now.”

Geto hummed, or perhaps it was Nanami, and cupped his hands together, pouring water over her head. “And what is it you can do?”

Y/N didn’t answer, her head rolling backwards weakly. Geto quickly held the back of her head, preventing it from dipping back into the water. Nanami took steps backwards from them, hesitating, looking up at the sky with a profound sense of longing. Her golden guardian wasn’t meant for her anymore; he was destined to soar through the skies and stars high up above. Nanami Kento was born from light, and to light he would return – not condemned to remain in this blazing prison of sinners.

“You’re not meant to be here. Go on,” Y/N urged, trying to be encouraging, as gentle as Geto’s hands on her bare chest; the last traces of Nanami’s blood washed away from her.

Of course you’re lonely, you always have been. You think I didn’t know?

Her guardian turned to face her one more time, a smile curving his lips – the same one just before his body turned into a rainfall of blood. This time, she smiled back at him, an understanding exchanged in the face of their final farewell.

“Be at peace,” Geto murmured, but whether he was addressing Nanami or her, Y/N didn’t know.

And then, Nanami stretched his arms over his head in pure bliss, his body engulfed in an ethereal light, ascending towards the red hued sky, disappearing in a blaze of hope and gold. It was cathartic and pure; she couldn’t help but start to weep with joy. Geto stroked her hair, whispering gently in an attempt to soothe her, as he started to lift her from the water; wrapping her in soft satin robes, and carrying her once more.

Y/N slipped back into the darkness.

-•-

She awoke to the feel of fresh linen sheets covering her body, and contentedly moved her legs, however a dull pain in her back immediately stopped her movements. Y/N winced, her memory gradually returning as she became more awake. Her wings were gone; she knew it to be true, yet she still felt their phantom presence. She tentatively reached behind her, almost hopefully, as if they might miraculously still be there – but all she felt were rough bumps of stitches woven into her skin. The overwhelming heat she felt when she first descended into Hell was now gone, and Y/N found that she was pleasantly warm. The room she was in was dimly lit by torches of blue flames, with lavish dark purple curtains drawn partly closed, revealing a dark and lifeless sky. The furniture, crafted from bronze and dark wood, was rich and deep, meticulously arranged in beautiful display.

The door behind her creaked open, and she turned around.

Geto.

Her heart leaped with adoration as he graced her with that familiar smile she cherished so much. Her brother was here, in the deep, dark depths, and it felt as if nothing had changed between them, and he stood before her just as he once had.

“How are you feeling, dear sister?” he asked, sitting down in front of her against the edge of the bed, hands clasped together politely.

Y/N whispered, “Like I’ve been dragged through Hell.”

Geto laughed, and she couldn’t help but smile along with him. He seemed guiniely happy, joyous even; what had even changed to begin with?

“You have been, that much is true,” he agreed, shaking his head and chuckling lowly.

“Thank you… for helping me.”

“Of course, although I do apologize for your scars, because those I cannot fix.”

He rose from the bed, pulling aside the curtains, and silently gazed out the window, “You’ve been asleep for seven days and nights, you know? Did you dream at all?”

Y/N attempted to recall anything at all, but there was nothing – only darkness and that red color behind her eyelids. “No… no I didn’t. Suguru, tell me what happened.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, and in that moment, as she gazed at Geto’s side profile, the stark transformation in her brother became glaringly apparent. There was a harsh, foreign look in his brown eyes, as cruel and unforgiving as steel, and his jaw clenched with ominous resolve.

“I’m sure you know that Curse who took you, Mahito,” he began, tearing his eyes away from the window to fixate on her with that angry look. “That stupid fucking thing has no idea what he’s been playing at.”

Y/N was taken aback as the curse word fell from Geto’s lips as naturally as breathing, but she said nothing as he continued, “Of course, it wasn’t until he started babbling about how he had seen Gojo with two other Angels the day of the attack; one of them a fair haired one and the other a female. It was obviously Nanami when he described the way he fought, and then I knew that it must have been you there too. I deduced he must have been the one to take you, hiding you almost perfectly if he hadn’t decided to talk too much.”

Geto sighed heavily, a regretful look passing over him.

“You weren’t supposed to be there, it wasn’t apart of the plan. I knew that we might have crossed paths once again as enemies on the battlefield, but I honestly hoped that we never would see each other again…”

He looked at her once more with suspicion in his eyes. “But that does beg the question, Y/N,what exactly were you doing there?”

“Nanami said he had said he had noticed traces of a strange Curse, and he wanted me to go with him and track it. Gojo found out and came along with us.”

“And why exactly? Satoru wouldn’t waste his time on something so menial, it’s beneath him.”

“He… he proposed to me the day after you fell. I’ve never descended to Earth without him since.”

Geto looked at her sharply, quizzically. Y/N looked down, almost in shame, as if she were to be punished for telling him the truth.

“Were you married then?”

“No, the wedding was still being planned.”

“Good, so then you aren’t a widow. That makes this a bit easier.”

A widow?

Satoru Gojo is dead?

Geto stared at her, as if trying to decipher exactly what was going through her head; like he was trying to see if she was going to break down and shatter with grief and sorrow. Of course, Y/N was shocked – the greatest seraph that ever was and would be was dead. Someone she had known her whole life, gone and faded to ash. In that moment, she saw all the lives Geto had taken; the Sky Sentries and Gojo’s followers. Here was a cold blooded Curse that stood before her, calculating and aware.

“You’re not struggling as much as I thought you would,” Geto remarked, his head tilted curiously at her. “You mustn’t have loved him.”

“I-, I did,” Y/N started, sitting up as she struggled to find the right words to say. “But not in the way I wanted to love my future husband.”

“Of course not, and he must have known that. What a selfish prick, he knew you couldn’t say no to him. He must have proposed in front of the masses, oh what a great declaration of his love and strength to protect you. Some job he did.”

Geto was seething, snapping like a dog protecting a bone, crazed and cold-hearted at the memory of his once closest friend. It was silent for a long time before he came and sat at the edge of the bed, grasping her hand in his.

“He picked you because of me, and for that, I am even more sorry,” he said, head bowed low, anger gone in a flash as his long hair brushed against her hand.

“I did care about him, Suguru. I think, given time, I would have eventually learned to love him. He… he was changing, after you left. With me, Gojo was different, but maybe he was like that with you anyways, so I’m not sure.”

“Well then, I am sorry you lost him too as well as Nanami. It must have been the blackest of days for you.”

They were silent again, and Y/N breathed heavily as the weight of their conversation and the ache in her back bore down on her like a whip.

“May I?” Geto politely inquired, his fingers at the top button of her nightdress. Y/N nodded, and he deftly unbuttoned the dress, parting it to look at her wounds.

He produced an amber tub from his robes, opening it quickly and smeared a thick, herb-scented ointment over her stitches. She shivered at its coolness.

“Does it hurt?” Geto asked worriedly, his hands lifting from her skin.

“No, I’m okay,” she whispered, eyes closing, allowing her brother to soothe her aches and pains.

But there were still truths Y/N had to uncover shrouded in the shadows. She was owed knowledge, and Geto had to give her the courtesy of an honest answer. She hoped it would be honest, at least; he was a Curse now, and honesty was no longer in his nature.

“Why did you choose to fall?”

A dark look passed over Geto’s face, a haunted memory of oppressive demons surfacing, and she almost regretted asking in the first place.

“Because I want things in the world to change.”

Just like Gojo said not so long ago, only he had wanted to change himself and not the ways of the world.

“You see, there reached a certain point for me, and it was when Haibara died. I thought, what is the point of continuing to fight a war that has already been fought for a thousand years? More of us continue to die, and it will never ever end if it continues as it does now. I asked myself, what can I do myself to change things?”

He rubbed the last of the ointment into her back, and buttoned her dress up again.

“The way things stand, there are two outcomes – either the Angels win or Curses. But if Angels won, vanquishing Sukuna and all the Curses that dwell now, it wouldn’t really matter. The Heavenly Principles are still in place, and free will is still a blessing upon us all, therefore sin is inevitable. More curses would be born again, Angels will still fall, cast out from a home that they have fought for and defended. And why should it be so? Because Heaven deems them sinners, regardless of their good deeds?”

He sighed heavily, continuing, “And if Curses win and Heaven is burnt to ash, there would be never be another Angel born into the world again. Sure, there may be war and discontent within the Hells, that is a given, but it would never be as eternal or as wasteful as the war we fight now.”

“And so you’ve decided to decimate Heaven and every soul that resides there.”

“Yes.”

It was the way he said that, so simply, like it was as natural as a rain falling to the ground. Suguru Geto had a plan, he had the spark to his fire, and all he had to do was get to the place he needed to reach. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat; as she put together the pieces of everything he had told her. How Geto must have suffered in silence, his closest friend and sister never noticing a thing as he questioned everything he believed in. And still, he had chosen to embrace the fire and condemn them both to his ideals.

“If we had met earlier, I would have tried to convince you to turn too, to fight alongside me and reshape the world according to our vision. I attempted to persuade Gojo the last time we spoke together, but he refused to listen, as he chooses to ignore that his strength could achieve all our goals if he so wished.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say, almost reluctant to acknowledge his confession. How could she be certain he wouldn’t have tried to kill her? However, there was something else more pressing on her mind than Geto’s ambitions.

“Suguru… why did you say Mahito took me away?”

Geto froze momentarily, and fear flashed across his face as swiftly as a lightning strike. Y/N’s heart raced even faster, the fear bubbling up within her; the scar on her stomach suddenly burning wildly.

“Like I said,” Geto began uneasily, clearing his throat. “Mahito has no idea what he’s been playing at. He can see souls within the body like a living, breathing thing inside us all. He knew the consequences if he was found out, and yet he did it anyway.”

“Suguru, what did he do? What does it have to do with me or you?”

“I hope you do not think less of me when I tell you this… I’m the King of the Third Layer of Hell, and Mahito is one of my strongest, albeit one of the youngest, denizens to reside in my court. He has stolen and knowingly hidden you, despite the bounty for your location within the Hells, and by doing so, he has put my Layer at risk for war.”

Her mind reeled at this information; at the power her brother now held in the palm of his hands.

A bounty on me?

“Who’s after me Suguru?”

“I think you know, sweet sister.”

Her green eyed Curse, the champion of storms; he had lived after all.

“His name is Toji Fushiguro, and he is the King of the Second Layer of Hell.”

Geto looked painfully guilty, his head turned from her shamefully.

“He has been looking for you ever since he killed Satoru, and… I have already dispatched a messenger to say that you are resting and healing in my home.”

He’s coming for me.

“Yes,” Geto replied, and Y/N realized she had said it aloud.

“Am I doomed?”

“I don’t know.”

Another stop in time, as she considered another revelation; something that may have already meant she was condemned to her soul burning in Hell. It would explain why the searing heat she fought so hard against didn’t bother her anymore, why her blood ran warm and true, and why she could no longer smell the sulphur in the air anymore.

“If it’s not what you want, then I can help you to escape him.”

“How?”

“I can help you ascend back to Earth, but only there. After that, you would be on your own to find your way back to your people, but I cannot stop him from finding you before you get there. I will also assume that you have chosen never to side with me, and if I came across you again, then we may very well kill the other.”

None of that might matter if she was already condemned; there would be no way back to Heaven.

“Suguru, please get me a knife.”

He frowned, “Y/N, don’t cause yourself more harm. I won’t let you die on my watch, and neither will he.”

“Suguru please, I need to see something.”

Geto relented, handing her a clean dagger hidden beneath his obsidian robes. She took it from him, and pricked her thumb with the blade and squeezed hard. A trickle of red blood escaped from the pierced flesh, and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as the nausea dissipated from her stomach.

Until red turned black as ink; flowing down her hands like a river of sin and despair.

-•-

[lilacxquartz]

THE WAY HE SMILED • mahito x reader

summary: despite taking the correct security measures to protect yourself, one of the monsters still found a way to get to you—however, there was something a little too different about this one.

tags/warnings: monsters, horror, body horror, biting, blood, crossover, one shot, reader insert, dead dove, suggestive themes/but no smut, blood feeding, violence, backstory to introduce plot

a/n: i binge watched the horror show, ‘from’, so i had to write a crossover. season 1 only though.

w.c: 2.6k • mdni • masterlist • ao3

Just two years ago, you and your husband took a road trip to celebrate a full year’s anniversary of marriage.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, in fact.

It was something that you both planned for weeks and you were driving through one of the most beautiful states in the country, together in his cherry red sedan.

The weather was perfect for such an occasion too, with bright blue skies devoid of a single cloud accompanied by the warm glow of the sun just above. However, it wasn’t long before the trip was soon cut short by a dead end in the middle of the road.

Towards the telltale sign that signified everyone’s doom who ended up in this forsaken place.

That goddamned tree.

Just like everyone else, you were confused by the sudden deviation to the trip. The weather all over the state had indicated no destructive weather of the sort and yet the tree appeared to have been freshly fallen and the skies providing a sudden overcast, immediately dimming the bright day.

The two of you tried to combine your efforts and move the trunk over, but the tree simply wouldn’t budge. Eventually, you were both forced back into the car and had to take a different route to get to the destination in mind, realising a little too late that you were stuck in a loop.

Over and over, you would pass through a small town before coming to the reluctant conclusion that there was no escape and that something must have been seriously wrong.

This led to the first time that you both had ever argued with one another. Your husband’s stoic demeanour proved infuriatingly stubborn as he kept trying to leave the town again and again, but eventually he did hear the sheriff out. You, on the other hand, felt too tired from the strange turn of events and wanted both rest and an explanation.

No matter how absurd it was, no matter how surreal this whole situation might have seemed.

Soon enough, your husband yielded at long last after the first night. The gruesome aftermath of those unlucky to make it back home in time was sobering enough to snap him out of his disbelief.

Just like everyone else who had found themselves here, he succumbed to their ways, because just like everyone else… he wanted to live.

The two of you ended up settling in one of the vacant houses from before as a result and though it took a while to get used to, you slowly learned to adapt.

To live simply but safely tucked away in the declining suburbia.

Every night, you would fasten one of the provided runes right by the door and you would hold each other tight, blocking out the relentless knocking and screeching from just outside.

Until one day, the monsters took a personal approach.

Your husband, believing that since these creatures—these monsters—were capable of intelligent speech, that they could be perhaps reasoned with.

And upon letting one of those things inside, you couldn’t quite stop him from meeting his untimely end. Guts spilled from a sudden incision, blood pooling from his throat as he tried to warn you, the stains that will never wash out from the hardwood floor.

You had just barely escaped, too.

Your neighbours let you in and just in the nick of time, lest you would have quickly met your husband in the afterlife.

Returning alone to your home later alone, was a surreal experience. To never see him again. To never be held by him again. To never feel his lips on yours and to be forced to spend the remainder of your years without him felt so damn cruel.

Maybe by some sort of twisted miracle, this was all in fact a nightmare—a strangely realistic dream—something you could soon wake up from.

(But you weren’t willing to brave that experiment for yourself, because death was permanent. It was finalising. If you were wrong, then it would have been for nothing and that was too scary of a risk to face.)

And so despite it all, you persevered.

You would live on.

Without him and alone.

Every night you would secure the stone and close the curtains too. You would lock the windows, choosing later down the line to nail them shut because even though you were a grown woman, you didn’t trust yourself to fully be able to resist his potentially puppeteered body trying to will you outside.

You’d close the door to the bedroom and your dim the lights in the hope that it would deter the monsters that roamed outside, maybe they’d be less interested if you were presumably fast asleep?

For the most part, it did work anyway. You were alive and so was everyone else who stuck to these confining rules. You were safe during the day and as long as you went back by the time set, you’d be fine. It was as though you were all livestock for the hungry top of the food chain—refusing to accept the slaughter that surely soon awaited.

Until one night, a resident of the town claimed ti have an encounter with one of the creatures. Some listened, but nobody believed the guy. It wasn’t that uncommon to lose your mind in this town after a while, so the general consensus was just to ignore the craziness and entrust the sheriff to step in if it’s becoming a problem.

It was a danger to get involved.

You already knew that from a personal consequence.

Just days later however, the person in question died. Just dropped dead in the middle of the diner. The autopsy conducted over at the makeshift hospital seemed to imply that there was nothing wrong with him on the surface but something else was going on with the inside. It didn’t take too long for the word to escape that that the man’s innards were somehow rearranged from the inside, twisted and turned in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.

This revelation was a problem, however.

Because, if this man was telling the truth, then that implied a much bigger problem than before. If this man survived an audience with one of these creatures that were until then just manipulative man eating monsters, then that must have meant not all of them were simply looking to feed.

The implication that it even some of them were looking to purely just toy with people without jumping at their bones to eat them, then that was a concerning prospect indeed.

You didn’t leave your house after that tidbit of information was confirmed, choosing to hide away in your bedroom with the doors fully locked, with the talisman hopefully warding whatever played with one of the townspeople far, far away.

Just about ready to fall asleep, ready to end the night with much anticipated sleep—feeling worn out and tired from your own troubled mind—you jolted awake at the sound of the front door downstairs slowly clicking open and then closing. You could have sworn that you locked the door. You checked it yourself. You did lock it. You did.

And yet, you kept hearing the presence of someone who didn’t quite belong. Heavy-set footsteps that walked slowly upstairs at a calculated pace, the sound of scratching, whining wood as the rails whittled against the grain. The lights were off, the talisman was up in place and yet, whoever—whatever—it was inside your home didn’t sound the least bit human at all.

Your breath caught in your throat as what you prayed to be an auditory hallucination became reality instead. Your eyes trained on the doorknob to your bedroom, watching it rattle and twist and turn… and yet you remained screwed still into your mattress, too terrified to make a single move.

You watched with anticipated unease as what appeared to be man with long silvery locks of hair and dark ragged cloth sauntered into your bedroom, with eyes as extinguished as coals, burning his sights right into your very own.

Finally, you were able to thaw and move, pushing yourself into an upright seated position as your hand extended, scrambling to reach for the switch of the bedside lamp. The light proved dim, just barely illuminating the man before you but enough for you to understand that it was one of those wretched things. Those terrifying, creepy, vile things and this one in particular seemed extra mocking; its smile almost grotesque.

Immediately, you tried to back away as though it was possible to create an unseen barrier between you and the creature but deep down you knew it to be futile.

You stammered on and off, barely choking out your words in frenzied anticipation, “W-wait, how d-did you get in here, I-I have the talisman and—“

“—oh? Those silly things?” the creature cut in, his stretching smile loosening one of the stitches he had on his face, “that won’t work on me.”

“W-what?” you gasped.

“Those runes might work on the others, but I’m a bit special if you couldn’t already tell,” he purred, taking a step closer, forcing you to back up on your feet as he climbed over the bed to get to you.

In a blurt of panic, you choked out an attempted warning, “S-stay back…!”

But he ignored you, of course, choosing to close in on you regardless. His frame was taller than yours and he managed to cage you in back up against the wall, feeling the rough surface of peeling paper chip against your flesh. His own skin felt cold against yours as his pointed fingernails traced against your body, leaving you in a state of pure discomfort.

“Poor thing,” he cooed as he cornered you, “so alone, cooped up in here looking so afraid~”

There was something sinsister with how this creature spoke; his words so carefully thought out yet his vocal patterns were somehow not human at all. Even the other monsters that roamed around outside after dark still somehow sounded more… put together… than whatever this thing was.

Your eyes blurred as they attempted to focus on the creature before you, trying to pick up anything about it that would make sense to you, but nothing did. His pale skin had almost seemed translucent as it stretched over his body, warping at its limit and barely contained through shoddily woven stitches to conceal whatever it was that could have been lurking underneath.

The way that he moved so slowly was almost sickeningly taunting; his skin finally connecting yours after a hot moment of his protruding claws teasing you. It was then sudden, but you felt him dip something sharp into your skin, pulling apart the very tissue that held you together. Slowly, he tore into your flesh, pulling an aching wound open down your arm. You whimpered as the blood pooled and dropped down the limb, feeling the cold air sting against your exposed cut.

Your breathing turned ragged, just barely coming out as shuddering gasps, babbling out pleading gasps that signalled desperation. Quietly, you prayed for the luxury of a quick death, yet the monster before you continued.

His body lowered as he leaned towards you, his lips dipping against your maimed arm as he poked his tongue out to lap against the rolling beads of escaping blood. Such a sensation felt nauseating the longer that he forced you to endure it, sliding his tongue between the wound, almost as though hungry for more.

Bringing himself back up again, he sucked against his bottom lip to savour any remnants of your blood, practically moaning as he tasted it, “So delicious~”

In another attempt to hurry it up, you begged him again, “P-please, no more…”

And of course, he didn’t stop. You were still alive, feeling dizzied from the sensation that he forced you to experience.

“Want to know the difference between me and the others… similar to me?” he asked you instead, his smile unwavering.

You could only shake your head in response.

He continued to explain to you regardless, whether or not you knew the answer already, “The others only need a sample to satisfy their hunger, whereas I need the full course.”

You swallowed a sharp lump in your throat at his words, having an inkling of an idea of what he was talking about which terrified you.

“I’d love to devour you whole,” he continued onwards, dipping his index finger against your still running blood, licking it on and off, his voice sounding almost affectionate as he spoke, “there’s nothing quite as delicious as the meat of a frightened soul.”

“M-make it quick,” you resigned, hoping that he would listen to your protest and shorten your life to spare you from the upcoming torture.

“Ah, ah, ah~,” the stitched up man shook his head, wagging his finger in a mocking gesture, “I don’t quite enjoy the taste of corpses, so I’d rather you be alive for our little sessions.”

(Sessions. Plural…?)

“Y-you’re not going to kill me then?” you asked, confused.

He rolled his head back and smiled an obnoxious grin before winding himself forward again, “Oh, you’d think so, but no, not yet,” he soothed, “I think I’ll have my fun with completely draining you first, picking you apart bit by bit…” his teeth nestling into your bare shoulder as he continued to speak, “until there’s nothing left of you.”

More tears spilled from your welling eyes, feeling absolutely hopeless and utterly broken from hearing his plans. The idea that he intended to whittle away at your body as his living source of fuel was more horrific than any other possibility you could ever imagine.

Rejecting that idea, you shook your head, your words coming in desperate, “A-anything but that, p-please, please—“

“—now, now,” he playfully hushed, his breath hot as he spoke into the slope of your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your flesh; piercing deep enough to tap into bone. The sensation was gnawing yet somehow sharp, causing you to violently thrash as he continued to feed on you, his calloused hands holding you in place, “it isn’t so bad, I promise you, my delicious one.”

“Not like this…” you whined as you wept.

“I’ll protect you from the others, my beautiful delicacy,” he continued to slur, “my food and mine alone~”

Yet all you could do was repeat the same thing over and over again, “…Why?”

“Because I’m bored, silly,” he tauntingly mocked, continuing to take a larger bite from your shoulder as you choked out a scream that was soon muffled by his hand plugging your lips.

Feeling quickly dizzy as a result from such drained blood loss, your legs lost stability as they stood. It was as though your joints became soft, the bones turning into jelly. Allowing you to slump down, the creature held you upright with your back angled up against the wall, continuing to feast upon your exposed flesh until seemingly full.

Soon your vision blurred as you just barely recovered, watching him drunk on your innards with an intoxicated look on his face. His complexion seemed richer too and the wiry threads that stitched his skin together now seemed to be stronger.

“You’ll recover for me, won’t you?” it asked, lapping a final taste off of your mangled shoulder with the flick of his tongue; “heal so that I can visit you again and again and again~”

Unable to respond, he didn’t seem to mind, picking you up and lifting you into bed. His actions felt almost teasing with how close he brought you to the brink of death, only to tuck you in and leave you to recover.

“Until next time,” you heard him sing, your eyelids forcing themselves shut, unable to even imagine what horrors could possibly lie ahead.

Let alone what this meant for the town itself.

[kiwicopia]

Synopsis: When getting shipwrecked on a strange, uninhibited island, you start to realize that this lost isle isn't as devoid of life as you thought. Monsters of myth roam the land and surrounding sea, lying in wait for a beauty like you. Will you survive, or will the slightest indulgence of carnal desire be your downfall?

Contents: female reader, yandere characters, monster fucking, blood and gore, slight gaslighting, manipulation, use of creature ability, mate-like mannerisms and intentions, cursing, kidnapping, slight Stockholm syndrome.

Notes: Main parts flow into one another like usual chapters. Part two is basically endgame with that specified character. The reader kind of sleeps her way around the island. Titles suck, but bear with me.

1. The Cat's Meow (Nekomata!Itadori) | Part Two

2. Exquisite Equine (Qilin!Yuta) | Part Two

3. Screams of Satisfaction (Banshee!Inumaki) | Part Two

4. A Little Bit of Mischief (Azeban!Shiu) | Part Two

5. Man's Best Friend (Werewolf!Megumi) | Part Two

6. Fiendish Fantasies (Ghoul!Mahito) | Part Two

7. The Sweetest Melody (Adarna Bird!Gojo) | Part Two

8. Dark Luck (Black Stag!Geto) | Part Two

9. Shiny Little Trinkets (Dragon!Nanami) | Part Two

10. Sinister Stallion (Kelpie!Choso) | Part Two

11. Sinful Succulence (Naga!Higuruma) | Part Two

12. Grizzly Encounters (Werebear!Toji) | Part Two

13. Water Panther (Mishipeshu!Ino) | Part Two

14. Maze of Madness (Minotaur!Hakari) | Part Two

15. A Chance with God (Oni!Trueform!Sukuna) | Part Two

♥️ Divider by benkeibear ♥️

[xmintpiex]

wc: 1882

pairing: Mahito x female reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, fem!reader, naive!reader, mentions of reader having a mom that has passed, mentions of food and cooking, mentions of death, violence, killing, mentions of somnophilia, non-con, dub-con, oral, piv sex, breeding, Mahito (although he’s pretty soft in this)

Mahito was glad. He was pleased with his patience at that time, so many months ago now, when you had held out your umbrella for him to seek shelter with you, that he had not disfigured you. The way your eyes peered down at him as you leaned down to where he sat on the cold wet pavement, your eyes so full of warmth and concern, it had been so tempting. To see that silly, naive look on your face, that bright smile of yours contort into that delicious fear he loved so much. So, so tempting to reach out and touch your soul, to taste it, to mold it to whatever he wanted.

He had so many opportunities to toy with you and reshape you after you asked him so sweetly to stay with you, to live with you. Your eyes were full of worry, and cute little tears gathered in your eyes when you reached the conclusion that he had no place to go, that he was all alone in the world, and needed to be cared for, needed a friend.

It had been so entertaining, so foolish how you couldn’t see what he was, how you couldn't recognize the way his smile stretched too wide, too cheerful, how dark and predatory his eyes were when they stared at your soft face, that Mahito decided to go along with it.

He decided to leave that damp, dark sewer, where he thrived, where he could feel and taste the constant delicious hatred that dripped down from the unsuspecting crowds that roamed above. He left his little toys down in that damp sewer and instead opted to play with the little trinkets you kept in your tiny apartment, read all the books that nearly burst out of your cluttered bookshelves, and just lay on your sun-drenched couch as he watched whatever program was airing on tv.

You made food for him. Human food. Something that he had no use for, that would do nothing to satiate him. It annoyed him a bit at first, how you had set that bowl of stew down in front of him as if he was a human. As if he was on the same level as you. So weak and pathetic.

He debated grabbing you right then, as you sat across from him with your own bowl of stew, that silly smile on your face. He wondered what to do with you, perhaps he would make you into a large crescent, like that smile that graced your face too often, or perhaps he should make you so tiny that you would look like nothing more than a pebble. Yes, he would make you into a cute perfectly shaped pebble, toss you onto the sidewalk for you to be carelessly, ignorantly trampled on.  

But then you mentioned how the stew was a recipe from a cookbook that you had inherited from your mother, how your goal was to create each and every recipe that she had left in that messy, sticky note-ridden, old book. That little bit of hope he saw grow in your eyes as you shyly said you’d like him to taste them all as well, if he wanted to of course.

He decided he could wait, and he tried his best to mirror that little smile that graced your face (his smile always ended up being too wide, too cold, but you never seemed to notice), as he adjusted the grip on your hand to replicate a friendly touch. He would let that hope grow bigger in your eyes until it overflowed into the redness of your cheeks and the curve of your smile. His smile became toothy and childlike, almost genuine as he imagined the day he’d get to drain that overflowing warmth from your eyes. He’d patiently wait until you reached that very last page of that cookbook, it’d be so worth it.

He had intended to play with you, toy with you like he was used to doing with humans. Those first few nights he lay awake on the futon you set up for him in your small living room, mismatched eyes glowing like that of a predator as he heard every breath and movement you made behind the closed door of your bedroom. That soft futon was full of too many fuzzy blankets, too many soft pillows due to your worry of Mahito getting too cold.

He contemplated transforming into something large and shadowy when you sleepily, barely awake, made your way to the bathroom for a quick pee late at night. Or perhaps he would slink into your room, and squeeze and touch your body in whatever way he pleased under the cold moonlight. He planned on haunting you so well, a ghost of touch here, a little shadow in the corner of your eye there, that you would come to him with pathetic tears and beg him to hold you. You had already told him you were afraid of the dark after all, all you needed was a push. 

But he had not even lifted a finger on that night you had creakily opened your bedroom door, calling his name so delicately. He could already see the tremble of your soft figure, the fear that consumed your eyes even before you turned the hallway light on. You had reached out on your own to shakily take his hand, wishing for his company, to make sure that he was there.

All he had to do was firmly hold your fragile hand and whisper a few words of hollow comfort as he let you slowly walk him to your bed. Your bed was soon his bed too, your warm soft body becoming his most comfortable pillow all because of that absurd nightmare you had of something bad happening to him.  

He had wanted to call you his doll, his cute little doll. And he did at first, enjoying the way your cheeks would flush as he nuzzled against you like an overgrown cat and asked what his little doll was up to. But you were not a doll, that warm look in your eye, the gentleness of your touch as you dried his wet hair after his baths were not things that he had to twist out of you.

There were no strings he had to pull to have you on your knees for him as you lovingly suckled on his cock, swallowing every last drop. No need to force your legs open for him to drown in the delicious taste of your pussy. Every thought that danced in that silly head of yours, every movement of your tempting lips was your own to create.

Occasionally he will see other curses when he is out, roaming the city because you are not home and he’s already finished whatever mundane chore you had sweetly asked him to do. Some curses gravitate to him, aware of his strength, wanting to follow him in creating utter delicious mayhem on the oblivious humans that walk past. He’s tempted, of course, he was made to indulge in the terror, sorrow, and hatred that he can so easily cause.

A simple touch of his hand and he can have this city drown in delicious chaos for him to drink up. But he never does. Instead, he sneaks a bag of pastries from that bakery you have been talking about, the one with the too-long line that is always entirely sold out by the time you are done with work.   

Because this was so much better. The feeling of his large hands digging into your soft plush thighs, leaving more deep marks on that delicate skin of yours. The way your hot tight pussy clamped down on his cock, the cock he shaped so perfectly just for you, as he filled you up in the way you so sweetly asked for.

You could do nothing more but mewl and babble in pleasure and latch onto him as if he was the only thing tethering you to this world. His name was the only sound that left your puffy, kiss-bruised lips, and your cute tear-filled eyes only looked at him, so full of pleasure, trust, and love. He knows it’s love because you tell him so every morning and every night, paired with a little kiss on his patchwork cheek. You murmur those three words over and over again as you sink into the mattress as he presses himself against you. He could so easily lie and say it back, even though he knows that love is impossible for him, he was not created with that in mind. But he doesn’t say it back, because he doesn’t have to lie to make you smile so brightly for him.

He doesn’t have to concoct ways to get you to talk to him, to kiss him, to hold his hand in that soft way you always do. So instead he calls you cutie, pretty, beautiful, and he means it. He calls you his favorite human, his forever favorite, and he tells you that you are his and you always will be. Because that is true. You can feel it in how he nips at your skin, his teeth sharp and always present yet oh so gentle as he leaves countless marks all over your body. You can feel it when he refuses to let his tongue and lips leave your puffy clit, despite how much liquid already trickles out of your pussy. You can feel it when he pouts and holds you close against him when you have to leave for work before letting you go with a noisy smooch, knowing you’ll return home later, return to him later. He’ll always make sure of that.

You can feel what you mean to him when he picks you up and twirls you around once you’ve cooked that last meal from your mother’s old cookbook, and it is just as delicious as you remember, perhaps even better. How he tickles your little tears away into sweet giggles. He shows you the brand new cookbook that he “found”, the one that you had been debating on buying. He pouts and rolls his eyes when you try and tell him yet again how stealing is bad. You can never stay mad at him for long though, especially when he points out the recipes he’s already marked with sticky notes, the recipes he wants you to make for him, and even a few he wants to make for you (he swears he won't cause a fire this time).

His mismatched eyes are full of excitement, mainly because of that warm bubbly look on your face, that soft smile he craves to see every day. But also because of the whole stack of cookbooks he has hidden away deep within your closet, and he can’t wait to see your reaction to that revelation once you are finished with this one, excited to see if you will pout so cutely as you try to scold him and hide that twinkling look that always overflows out of your eyes and into every crevice of your face. But he can wait as long as it will take for you to get through this cookbook. It’ll be so worth it. 

[flowerbitz]

nobara marines how r we doing...

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

Reblog if you’re into women ✨

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I’m posting a second sneak peak as an apology for this chapter being four days late 😭forgive me ! 😂💗✨ but it will be worth it, trust. I plan to finish it today

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Gojo Satoru, Original Characters Additional Tags: Soft Gojo Satoru, Late Night Conversations, Night Terrors, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Best Friends, Friendship/Love, Lovers to Friends, Romantic Friendship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Character Development, supportive Gojo, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Canon, Alternate Canon, During Canon, Canon Universe, Zenin Clan Drama (Jujutsu Kaisen), Zenin Clan Bashing (Jujutsu Kaisen), Reader is a Jujutsu Sorcerer (Jujutsu Kaisen), Cursed Techniques (Jujutsu Kaisen), Reader is a Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen) Series: Part 36 of Another Level Summary:

Shall I piece your soul together, miss Special Grade 1? Help you feel whole?

“That little piece I never knew I needed, darling,” Yuzuki said as she grinned at her. “You make me whole.”

Rinko had scoffed as she leaned her chin on her hands, resting her elbows on her mother’s hospital bed. The endless mirror she was so used to seeing in her eyes had started to fade slowly.

“A person is a whole person already, Mom,” she’d said, watching her mother roll her eyes. “Can’t exactly be in pieces-”

“It’s a metaphor, my gem,” Yuzuki cut her off, playfully flicking her nose. “We give pieces of ourselves to every person we love, sweetheart. Fun little additions to those we love for them to carry with them. And we carry pieces of them with us as well. You gave me a piece I never knew I needed the very first time I saw you.”

The matcha and chocolate taiyaki sat uneaten in front of her, even though her mother had mentioned craving it.

“And I’ll tell you a secret, darling: I- I’ve given you all of mine, now. So take care of it for me, won’t you-?”

“Don’t,” she’d begged, tears falling as her mother wiped her cheeks. “Mom, don’t-”

[stellayuta]

The Formula One x Jujutsu Kaisen Grid

In honor of finishing up F1!Yuta, I present to you, the JJK F1 Grid!

[[Note: This is a mix of male and female characters from JJK! and is independent of the story, Hence Megumi is a part of the grid here and the characters don't belong to the teams from the story]]

Red Bull Oracle

Mercedes

Ferrari

Aston Martin

McLaren

HAAS

VCA Red Bull

Williams Racing

Alpine

Kick Sauber

[activemelil-blog]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dating the JJK boys, men headcanons

note: english is not my first language, so any spelling errors are because of it !! also, all stories mention you being female. slight 18+, seven per character . . .

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:10 ── Choso, Megumi, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Geto, gojo and yuji <3 (in order.)

───────── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖─────────

CHOSO, KAMO ─── ͙͘͡★🩸ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

choso would most likely get embarrassed seeing you half naked, or if he even saw you with a tank top with no bra underneath. he would look away so fast, his cheeks heating up. you would probably just look at him a little confused, and he’d walk; or back away slowly.

while choso loves you for your, he would definitely be a fan of your body too. hes an ass/thighs guy. he would love the feeling of his face being crushed by your thighs if hes eating you out, or when he falls asleep, he rests himself on your thighs, or your ass.

he’s probably inexperienced. this man is half curse, and 150 years old, so when you two get together, he’s a little clueless about having a girlfriend, but somehow he manages to be perfect. not to mention, definitely the first time he leaves a hickey on you, he admires it for a while, and leaves more. it is definitely one of his guiltier pleasures.

his back is.. really sculpted, and well defined, so when you see him sleeping face down, with no shirt your a little surprised. not to mention, its sensitive. so when you trace patterns along his back; he holds his moans in, whimpering lightly instead. his back arches cutely though. he’s definitely embarrassed about that later on when you tease him about it.

if you two go out, you bet this man would have his arm either around your waist, mainly over your shoulder. he’s really touchy, to an endearing extent, and he would definitely squish your thighs if he’s anxious, or if you two are watching a movie, he’ll be gripping your thigh, his hand itching higher up accidentally.

he would definitely stay up when your sick, and would coddle you like a baby if your sick. he would probably be so worried, he would have himself laid in between your thighs, murmuring stories about mahito, and whatever to you to keep you awake.

he would be the absolute best at planning dates, he would have you guys cooking together, and he would lick the access off your face, you guys would match halloween costumes, you guys would have the best dates, because of him.

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KENTO, NANAMI ─── ⋆｡°🕯️✩.˚₊

kento would be be the type of boyfriend, husband and or fiance to spoil you rotten. he would pay for everything when you two go out, he would take you out to the best, most fanciest restaurant, and you’d take photos together for you to save.

he definitely likes praising you. he would definitely use pet names, and his main three are darling, my love and sweetheart. he loves calling you nicknames, especially if its your name, just a shorter version of it.

when he’s driving you two out, oh, this man would have one hand on the wheel, the other firmly holding onto your thigh. he’d make sure to slightly rub your thigh, a little more subtly.

when you two are having sex, (mainly after he comes home from work) he would cover your eyes with his tie, or tie your wrists above your head to watch you be a little helpless. he’s gentle with it, soft, as too not be too rough.

he’s 100% a gentleman. If you two are doing anything you always make sure to ask for your consent, and then move on. he’s gentle to play with you, and or to tease you.

if you two are texting, he would send voice messages that would probably make you squirm, which you also do when he decides to cook, and he’s wearing an apron. he looks nice.

if you fall asleep on the couch before he gets home, he would probably either pick you up to put you onto your shared bed, and or sit beside you, and grab a blanket.

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MEGUMI, FUSHIGURO ─── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☃️ ﾟ｡⋆

he’s a cutie. he would definitely get shy if you compliment him, even if its a small one, like you like his jacket, his shirt, and or his eyelashes. he gets flustered easily, and its how you two began to date.

even if he ghosts other people, for example one time he left yuji on read for two months, mean while he only takes less than thirty seconds to reply to your messages. your his first priority, always. he always makes sure your okay, and even if your zoned out, he’ll be concerned for you.

when he first notices his crush on you, he immediately rushes to gojo, panicking. since your his friend at first, he gets awkward around you, but then when you confess to him first, and he runs away, leaving you dumbfounded. he tells gojo again, and gojo sets you guys up on a nice date.

often, the silence with megumi is awkward with anyone else. when its you two, its not awkward at all, if anything its comforting. since hes not a big fan of pda, he often just sticks to holding your hand lightly, and if hes feeling nice that day, he’ll put his hand, more so his fingertips lightly on your thigh. he’s too nervous to do more.

when it snows in the winter, you two would have snow dates almost every week, every day. you would make a snowman, and itd be a three way thing, gojo being a third wheel. he would often third wheel you two, for example when you two went into his room, gojo would be peaking time to time to make sure you guys aren’t doing anything inappropriate behind that locked door.

behind that door, you two are listening to music on his AirPods, as his head is in between your legs, scrolling on his phone as you also look. whatever you find funny, he often blankly stares at it, which makes you rethink your life, a little.

one time you gave him a matching necklace, and he shrugged it off, and when he saw your slight pout, he wore it every single day after that. he enjoys doing little things with you, even if its something as simple as studying, and he always manages to end up taking you home while your asleep.

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RYOMEN, SUKUNA ─── જ⁀➴🍒

having.. one of the strongest beings as your boyfriend, is a little weird for sure. he was convinced you were the love of his life, since he’s still convinced you have some alterer motive, because he thinks your not too innocent as you lead on. but, he’s wrong. he finds you endearing in a sense. his favorite thing about you is probably your tits, and the way you speak softly, and look at him like he hasn’t committed genocide.

he wouldn’t be too toxic. maybe on a scale from one to a hundred, probably a sixty eight, though you questioned his loyalty when he forgot your birthday, he blames it on you. he made it up to you by making you pass out later on that night. when he does do that, he does have the niceness to clean you and him up.

if you send him a paragraph about how much you love him, he’d either respond him with, ok and or, i love you too. (with the period, he is dramatic.) and when he finds out you have other peoples numbers, he gets mad, and he gets all pouty, and whiny.

one time, he showed you a cute video on a phone he stole, and it was a nice video, and it jump scared you. you slapped him, and he was pouty after that too. he scoffs it off, and notices how you genuinely look upset, he nudges at you until you give in.

he wouldn’t be afraid to rub up on you in public. especially if you two are shopping together, he would grab your ass in-front of whoever, wherever, and then whisper to you, then you often slap his hand, because he only does that if theres a kid around, to piss you off.

when you ask him if he has two cocks, or four, he furrows his brows, and asks you where you even got that from. you gesture towards the fact that his actual form has four arms. you tug on his pants, making his breath hitch.

he ends up having two. its hard to manage.

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TOJI, FUSHIGURO ─── ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 🍑 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

realistically, i think a lot of people say he wouldn’t be very loyal. my version of toji would probably be, he uses you because your rich, then he genuinely ends up falling in love with you, and when he does, he tries to ghost you, and fails.

when you two first started seeing each other, he often stays over at your place, and sleeps with you on your bed, being the big spoon. but, when he learns that he does actually like you, he starts to remember more important dates, when you two first started dating, a year in, he forgot about it, and when you hint towards it, he ends up taking you out, and makes you pay for it, and he makes it up to you later that night.

GYM DATES!! this man would love to go to the gym with you, and or train at home with you, and he would show off, as you look at him in awe. when he tells you to do squats, and you play along, he stares at your ass. he’s an ass guy; all the way.

when you two do go out in public, like when you wanna take a walk, and when you wanna go to the grocery store, he’s a little iffy about it. he doesn’t really like going out, but for you, he’ll do it.

he loves it when you sit on his lap.

when your parents first meet toji, they think he’s using you for his money, and boy were they right, and wrong at the same time. he quickly gets along with your dad, when they have a few drinks together, complaining about women, ( you, and your mom.) and he explains how much he adores you, and how you changed his life, gaining your parents trust.

on a scale of one to ten, he’s a seven on roughness.

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GOJO, SATORU ─── 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

mischaracterization for gojo is crazy in fan fiction, no he would not be narcissistic, he would care about you more than he would care about himself, and he would make sure you fall asleep before him, and he would play with your hair, vise versa. this man would tell his students about you, and ramble about you until class is over, and they would definitely be somewhat intrigued, even if megumi already knows about you.

If you two were dating, and or engaged, married, whatever is it you two are, he wouldn’t ever raise his voice at you. if he did, it would probably be more of a whine. he would remember the smallest things about you. he would do anything to cheer you up if he sees you upset, even if it was embarrassing.

TEEN GOJO!! would wake you up at three in the morning to tell you about something he dreamt about, and then he rants for thirty minutes about how its symbolic, and you would probably fall asleep half way through, and he would be whining about how he wants you to wake up.

this man would spend all his money on you. but he definitely would see you glance at something in the store, and then he would buy it later, and you just look at him in awe when he does. he would also call out sick just to spoil you that same day, and his students would for sure know something’s up.

TEEN GOJO!! whenever he gets angry at you, and if he gives you silent treatment, he’ll get all pouty, and hope you’ll ask him whats wrong, same thing if you get distracted by something anywhere, he’ll look at you with slight irritation before poking at you, as he wants you to look at him instead.

if gojos eating you out, hes doing it while holding softly onto your thighs, and occasionally looking up at you with a grin on his face, compared to you, who’s gripping his hair, your eyes fluttering. seriously, he would be sloppy.

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GETO, SUGURU ─── ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

in a modern college au, if you two FaceTime from morning to night, he would definitely do your skincare with you, and or follow along with you, as you ramble on about whatever your pissed about at the moment.

TEEN GETO!! when he sees you sleeping, and he sees how you’re slouched over, he would resort to moving next to you, and letting you rest on his shoulder, and when you wake up, your resting on his lap, and he’s playing with your hair, a small smile forming on his face.

if suguru gets sick, he’s more vulnerable, and a lot more clingy. he’ll spill his whole life story to you, and probably will cry in your arms because he’s scared of you leaving him. so when you reassure him you wont leave, he says thank you softly.

when you tell him any sort of drama, he would be listening in, and be on your side, even if your wrong, he’ll always be paying attention to you, and side with you.

in a modern college au, Suguru will probably have little to no social media, and if he does, he only has less than twenty followers, most of them being his friends, and or family. when he does post, its you, and only you.

he’s all for fingering you. he loves using his thumb as his main for edging you. he loves edging you, seeing your facial expressions, or the way you try to close your legs as an instinct, he opens them up with plopping two fingers inside you.

he would definitely remember everything about you, little, and big. he’s all for it, he’s a good listener, so he remembers everything you say; and he’s also a good boyfriend because he’ll buy you flowers, and chocolates for you, even if its not an important date.

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YUJI, ITADORI ─── ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

when he texts you to come over, and you say yes, he immediately rushes to clean his room, and when you show up, he grins at the sight of you, he loves everything about you.

he’s the perfect boyfriend; really. he calls you every single day, asking if your okay, asking if you wanna have a date, asking when, where, and it always ends up with you sleeping over at his place, and waking up drowsy from the video-games you two played, and how you two went to bed at almost five in the morning.

whenever you two kiss, its gentle. its not a full tongue on tongue, super make out, since you two are teenagers, you dont do anything crazy. up to the way he tucks your hair behind your ears, and he pulls away flustered, smiling at you, it makes happy.

when he first overheard the fact you dont like people with bad posture, he immediately stands onto fixing his posture, and now whenever you glance at him, he boasts about it to megumi. since you two don’t particularly speak at first, your mainly friends with nobara.

when he first meets your parents, he’s mortified of your dad, and your mom immediately questioned him, but when he assures your parents he wants nothing other than to make you happy. your dad softens up to him, and they get along well, so its even.

yuji is all for pda. he loves holding your hand, he loves flicking your cheek when your looking away from him, and how you yelp, he likes how soft your hands are, when his hands are a little bit more rough. compared to yours. he’s not all for sexual intimacy, mainly because you guys believe too young to.. well, do anything further than kissing.

when your dating him, since he also has sukuna possessing him, he often comes out to boast about how your also his girlfriend, and yuji panics internally, trying to take over, sukuna is probably the opposite, and he often makes.. rather concerning comments, and when yuji comes back out, he apologizes rather quickly, but you dont mind. it adds to his character, (is what you tell yourself.)

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Just obsessed or love obsessed?

Tw; Kidnapping, sensitive topics, Yandere behavior, Obsessive behavior, marriage mentions, abuse, physical abuse, mentions of Suicide on Yoosung’s part, mentions of death, NSFW on the end of Asmodeus’s part,

Which yanderes are actually in love with their darlings? Which yanderes simply obsess over their darlings?

Fandoms: Naruto, JJK, Demon Slayer, Death Note, JJBA, Chainsaw Man, Baruto, Obey Me, and Mystic Messenger.

Characters; Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Mahito, Toji, Geto, Sukuna, Douma, Tengen, Mitsuri, Akaza, Gyutaro, Muzan, Light Yagami, Chilchuck, Laios, Ascended Astarion, Dio, Kira Yoshikage, Jotaro, Josuke, Yoosung, Mammon, Asmodeus, and Denji.

Notes: {Most of these are just ramblings, sorry if they mirror each other in similarity. Not all characters from each show/movie will be on this list, just a few that came to mind.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

Somewhat proofread

Reader's description; Female/GN

Obsessed

These yanderes have no love for their obsession. Although they want you for romantic purposes, they could never love you. Most of these yanderes treat you like a pet rather than an actual lover.

Mahito

Mahito sees humans as toys. Humans are there for his entertainment. Their tears, their fear, their panic, and their crys are all for his pleasure. Mahito has only managed to love the suffering of human beings.

Mahito harbors no love for his darling. Sure, Mahito favors you compared to other humans and he doesn't outright kill you or torture you, but your relationship is more like a farmer favoring one of the farm animals he’s leading to the slaughter, so he allows it to live a little longer than the others.

If you were to ask him if he loved you since he’s gone out of his way to keep you to himself and demands romantic actions out of you; he’ll respond with a laugh, finding it laughable you’d assume so.

“Love you?” Mahito giggles, “You know, I was manifested by the strong emotions of humans, but love isn’t one of them. But hey, if it makes you feel any better, you're my favorite human!”

Sukuna

Sukuna was born evil, not giving two shits about the human race he once belonged to. Love, in the eyes of Sukuna, is a feeble emotion that only exists to continue giving humans a reason for their pitiful existence and to keep their kin cared for. Those who sing songs of romance irk Sukuna. As if the human race couldn't get more irritating. Though he will admit he enjoys a good lovers quarrel. The negative emotions that cause the birth of curses and the scenes of women and men plucking out the eyeballs of their lover's hidden sweetheart in an act of rage; never fails to give him a wicked laugh.

Lust. Lust is what Sukuna feels for you. Love is nowhere in sight. Any act of love you find yourself partaking in with Sukuna isn't because Sukuna desires loving contact, but because you loathe the thought of acting this way with him. He relishes in the resentment you feel towards him. Kisses, hugs, cute nicknames, and lingering touches in favor of disturbing you. Sukuna is obsessed with you due to your enjoyable reactions. Such a scared little thing, he thinks. In a world of humans Sukuna views as insects, you are Sukuna's shivering prized chihuahua.

If you were convinced Sukuna was in love with you and asked about it, he'd laugh in your face.

"Maggots, such as the human race, invented love to maintain relevancy and keep their young alive. What else are they good for if they can only birth a few babes before their bodies break. They might as well drop dead once production is no longer available. Unfortunately for all living creatures, they continue their life spans." Sukana speaks with distaste. He leans his cheek against his fist, gazing down at you from his throne. "I find the emotion despicable. Although.." Sukana begins, lips curling into a cruel smirk, "I could think differently if it came to you, my dear pet." You don't miss the flash of amusement in his ruby eyes at the sight of your grimace.

Douma

Douma will never love anyone. Douma is stated to have no emotions but that isn’t necessarily true. Douma can feel emotions for himself, it’s others he cannot feel emotions for. Douma may have claimed to feel love towards Shinobu but Douma wanted to feel something, or at least convince himself he felt something before the end of his life. Truly Douma could never love his darling even if he tried.

Contrary to popular belief Douma does treat his darling like he loves them...50% of the time. The other half of the time he acts on his sadistic nature.

He is one of the yanderes that will kill his darling with no hesitation if he needs to. Douma will hesitate if his obsession is strong enough to dissuade him. If his darling ever dies or somehow escapes then he’ll forget about them. In his eyes, you’re replaceable since you never were loved in the first place.

“You know, (Name), I think I’m actually in love with you!” Douma would smile down at you as you sat in his lap. “Can’t you hear it! My heart flutters at the sight of you!” he’d pushed your head to his chest, “Such an exquisite feeling.” he cooed at you, hugging you closer. You scowl knowing every word from his lips is a lie. You wonder which one of you he’s trying to convince.

Ascended Astarion

Astarion before the ascension would genuinely love his Darling. And if he didn’t he wouldn’t even be with his Darling. However, if his darling allowed him to go through his accession, all his love would vanish from his body. Once a vampire spawn becomes a true vampire, they become a shell of the person they used to be.

Astarion is no longer the person you once knew. In fact, he resembles his former master in ways. His spawns, his mean attitude, his view of other people as less. It’s a sicking sight, truly. He no longer treats you as an equal. You’re a pet to him, even if he says you are his consort.

You both know Astarion doesn’t love you anymore. Yet neither of you have said a thing about it. Astarion finds it rather amusing you think he could love someone as pathic as you. His old weaker self did and he won’t repeat any actions from the past. And still, he refuses to allow you to leave his side. His darling will be reassured but they know the love of their life is no longer around.

“I love you, my dear pet. That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it?” he’d chuckle darkly at you, his tone full of mockery. You wish his words were the truth, but they’re not.

Dio Brando

Even in normal circumstances, Dio wouldn’t be able to love. During his normal life, Dio only loved the pleasure he sought in hurting others. He forced himself to act like he loved Jonathan and George Joestar, but in reality, he was only using them for his advantage. Once he turned into a creature of the night, the was no way he’d be able to love. All of his humanity, including his human emotions had been erased.

Dio’s darling is merely for his entertainment; he does not yearn for a real connection. You’re simply a pet. He’ll care for your health so you won’t die, he’ll feed you well so you won’t starve, and he’ll even buy you nice things to keep you in line. Other than those few things, he could care less about you. He enjoys keeping you around because of your reactions. You’re just so human! It disgusts him and excites him at the same time.

“Poor dear,” Dio sang cruelly as he held you in his lap. “Shivering in my lap like a lamb awaiting for the slaughter.” he’d chuckle darkly after.

Kira Yoshikage

Yoshikage never loves any of his darlings. He takes without a second thought, caring not for the person that fuels his obsession. Yoshikage may take the time to learn about his victim but after some time your fate will be the same as any other darling. Depending on which stage of Yoshikage you get that is.

You could encounter a quick death if you met Yoshikage at the start of Dimond is unbreakable. He’d be interested then when he finds the right time to kill his darling and take their hand. If you come across Kira in the middle of Dimond is unbreakable then your death will come after a while. It depends if he likes your personality since during this stage he begins to prefer knowing a woman’s personality when taking their hand. If he meets you by the end of Dimond is unbreakable then you have the most probability of living. He’d be so concerned about keeping his identity a secret he might keep you around longer and settle with befriending you instead of outright killing you.

Kira really has no love for his darling. The only care he has for his darling is keeping their hands beautiful to fuel his obsession. Kira is less obsessed with his darling and more obsessed with their hands.

“Darling you must keep yourself clean,” he’d chid, pulling out a pack of wipes to desperately clean the dirt from underneath your beautiful fingernails.

Love-Obsessed

Both their feelings and obsession grow together as they come to know you. They love and are obsessed with you. These yanderes see their darling as actual partners and do love them, unlike the obsessed yanderes.

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto loves you with all of his being. Growing up as a boy with no family and for a short while in his childhood no friends, he yearns for a real connection. He wants to love and be loved. So when you come into the picture, he swears no harm will come to you. Even if the leaf village is at stake.

Naruto does everything he can to please you because he believes you deserve everything good that comes to you. His generosity isn’t meant to be taken as a way to manipulate you, unlike some characters. Naruto strives to keep you happy. He’ll do everything he thinks will do right by you.

Naruto sees his darling as his partner in crime. His one and only. He refuses to look at anyone else. He’ll keep you safe even if it means keeping you locked away.

“I love you more than anything, you know,” Naruto whispers to you as he snuggles up to you. “I’ll never let anything happen to you, believe it.”

Denji

Denji’s been through a lot. No one has been there to love Denji for who he really is. Everyone loves Chainsaw Man...then there's him. All of a sudden you come into his life. Dissimilar Makima or any woman in his life, you care for him. You’re genuinely kind without expecting him to do something for you. His feelings grow for you due to your kind nature.

Being Chainsaw man comes with its cons. He’s always in danger and his loved ones are always in harm's way because of him. He grows paranoid. What would become of you once it was revealed he cares for you?! He manages to pull some strings and finds a place for the both of you to live together. Sure you can’t leave but at least your are safe! Plus, Denji is a great guy who gives you everything you want.

Denji doesn’t force you to care or love him, he implies wanting your tenderness but never forces you. He loves you. He goes as far as fighting every demon in your name.

“I like you...like a lot.” Denji starts off slowly. He’s at your side, crouching to your level. His eyes show vulnerability, “...you don’t have to like me back but I won’t allow anyone to hurt you. I wish things could be different...I really do.”

Yoosung Kim

Yoosung falls in love with his darling very quickly. Originally, Yoosung fell in love with the Mc in eleven days. Instead of his obsession and love growing together, Yoosung falls in love first then his obsession begins to grow. Though Yoosung is in love with his darling he still compares them to Rika despite his darling and Rika not sharing many qualities. He loves his darling for their kindness but also because they share the comfort Rika gave him.

Yoosung doesn't care if he puts his darling in harm's way despite claiming the opposite. Yoosung loves his darling enough to be in harms way along with him. In a way it’s like a romantic double suicide

“You’ll only talk to me, right?” he’d ask. Despite this question being sent through text you could hear the question asked in Yoosung’s voice. “I love you so much, do you really think some guy like Zen could compare?”

Mitsuri kanroji

Mitsuri is heavily encouraged by love in her daily life, so of course she’d be in love with her darling. Her darling completely takes over her mind, invading every thought she has. She doesn’t see her behavior as weird or obsessive. After all, isn’t it ideal for a lover to be utterly in love and devoted to their special someone?

Her obsession and love for you grow at the same pace. She’s so in love with her darling, every action she takes is in the name of her darling. She constantly reminds her darling of her love and devotion, not caring if her darling doesn’t reciprocate.

Her obsession is fueled by the constant rejection she’s faced in her life. She’s clingy, clingy to the point you feel suffocated. She needs her darling's reassurance and will be unsettled by her darling giving anyone else praise she deems too much.

“You’re so amazing!” she’d coo at you, latched onto your right arm, batting her lashes. “I’m so glad you’re mine, (Name).” she’d hum, pushing her face into your sleeve.

Sakura Haruno

She is a very dedicated person. Despite the lack of love she received from Sasuke, she stood by his side the entire time no matter what. When she loves, she loves hard. This also applies when she begins to obsess over her darling. Even if you don’t share her feelings she will never move on. Sakura is a very persistent person, and if she truly desires something then she’ll achieve it.

Her obsessiveness comes later on when she really gets to know you. Once the obsession starts, there’s no way of getting rid of her. Her love overpowers her obsession, which is worse.

If you thought Sakura being at your hip most of the time was annoying, then your hell is with Yandere Sakura. Sakura will never leave you alone. However, you have a savor named Tsunade. Sakura listens to Tsunade with out a doubt. However, Tsunade doesn’t really care for your situation. Sakura can be annoying but she doesn’t bring harm to you. So...not her circus, not her monkeys.

“Gosh,” she’d sigh dreamily as she lay against your chest, “I’m the luckiest girl in the village, aren’t I?”

Josuke Higashikata

The king of romance himself! Josuke loves his darling dearly. Even going as far as to think twice before hurting his darling if they dare insult his hairstyle. Unlike all the others on this list, Josuke would be in love with you first before the obsession would even begin.

Josuke never lets his darling forget his love and dedication towards them. He reminds them he loves them every chance he gets.

Josuke is more normal thanks to his genuine love for his darling. However, that won’t stop him from acting on his obsession. If his darling ever found out about his obsession and attempted to leave, he’d hesitate to

“Oh, these?” Josuke would look down at the bouquet in his hands. He’d rub the back of his neck with a grin, “Just wanted to get something for the lovely girl I call my girlfriend!”

Laois Touden

You are as important as Falin is to him. His mind is full of thoughts of you. Although Laois is obsessed with you, he treats you right. He never oversteps boundaries, always makes sure not to hurt or overwhelm you, and always listens to you and your needs. If it weren’t for his unhealthy obsession, Laios would be the best boyfriend.

Laios obsesses over his darling the same way he obsesses over monsters. Laios carries a notebook full of facts about you. What monster food do you prefer? Easy! You love boiled mimics! After all, Laious put it down in his note book and Laious is dedicated to being correct about his darling.

His love goes as far as locking away his darling; If necessary that is. He’d rather explore the word with his darling. He won’t repeat allowing someone so dear to him to be hurt again. Laios nearly lost his sister and he’ll be damned if you were ever harmed.

“I don’t think I say it enough,” Laios comments completely out of the blue. You and him sit at the breakfast table, still in your midnight clothes. Laios looks at you sweetly, his chin against his palm. “I love you.”

Obsessed to Love- obsessed

These yanderes start just obsessed with their darlings with either no feelings or ignoring their growing feelings. As time goes on, they begin to fall in love with their darling.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji finds it hard to love after his late wife’s passing. So when you come into his life he’s as distant as he can be. Toji’s rude and nasty to you. Not because he dislikes you- well, not fully anyway- but because Toji can sense his attraction towards you. It scares him; it Angers him even. Toji’s had his fair share of one-night stands, feeling nothing after them besides passing sentiments of guilt because of his late wife. However, you’re different. For some reason, the fuzzy feelings he felt with his late wife have come back when he’s around you. He loathes these feelings. In a way, Toji finds this as a betrayal, and he blames you.

However, as time progresses, Toji learns to allow you in. He can’t obsess over his late wife forever. At first, he’s simply obsessed with you. Always around you, you’re constantly on his mind, keeping a tracking device on you, the usual. Then it happens. You show him genuine kindness and show you care for his well-being and it’s like a switch flipped. Toji realizes he’s in love. And instead of getting angry or distancing himself, he accepts it. Unfortunately for you, Toji’s left broken by his ex-wife’s death and you’re the new love of his life.

You’re immediately kidnapped and taken away to live with him. The one person he loved died, he will not have that happen again. Toji knows he needs a stable life to keep you around and he refuses to use another woman for her money since he finds it disrespectful to you. Toji’s gambling habits cease nearly quickly. He works for the both of you to have a stable life because he love you enough to try. Toji never outright tells you he loves you, but you can tell in the ways he acts around you.

“I’ve gotta say, you’re the biggest pain in my ass.” Toji would grumble. You both lay on the couch together, him on the bottom while you lay ontop of him with a blanket wrapped around you. His hands fiddled with your hair, one of his quiet ways to show his love.

Akaza

At first, he felt like he was betraying his first love, Koyuki. Akaza distances himself because of the guilt that consumes him. He feels so weak, which pisses him off. And he can’t help but find himself getting angry at his darling as well since you caused this weak feeling to initiate. If it weren’t for his guilt at the onset Akaza would be categorized in the love-obsessed category. Once he learns to move on and realize his feelings will not be leaving any time, then he’d be loving towards his darling.

Immediately, His darling is kidnapped. Akaza has learned from his past to always be near his loved ones; his darling wouldn’t suffer the same fate because of his carelessness. He’d keep them in a nice house deep in the forest. Akaza remembers every part of the forest just in case you attempted to run away. The house would be nice and furnished and his darling could request items to be placed into the house. It’s more of a house for his darling than a shared house.

Very loving towards his darling. If it weren’t for the circumstances, Akaza and his darling's relationship would be seen as the ideal romantic relationship. Akaza didn’t want his darling to be taken away, he’d much rather have his darling willingly. However, his trauma and immortality dissuade him.

“You’re so beautiful...” Akaza would murmur to you. You watched in the mirror as the demon brought your hairbrush back to your hair, gently going through the strands. “So beautiful, my love.” he’d press a small kiss on your shoulder blade.

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro already has too many problems to worry about romance. Jotaro’s obsession disturbed him. He has other priorities such as saving the world from enemy stand users, yet he often finds himself thinking about you rather than the problem at hand. It becomes a problem for him. There’s even a point where he becomes annoyed by your name alone. However, as time goes on he learns to accept his feelings of obsession. Then he’ll have to accept the romantic feelings that soon follow after he accepts his obsession.

A while back, I wrote Jotaro as a yandere that would hold you captive and overall be very intimidating towards his darling. Now that I look at his character, he’s more likely to act regularly with his darling. Jotaro will come off the same as any man who has a healthy relationship with their significant other. The only reason he’d become intimidating towards his darling is because they’re trying to leave him. No matter how obsessed jotaro finds himself, he ultimately won’t force his darling by his side. Jotaro recognizes the danger he puts his darling in when they date, he realizes how selfish he is just being near you. Jotaro genuinely loves his darling, so although he does try to intimidate his darling into staying with him, he would allow you to leave if that’s what you truly wanted.

Jotaro is the type of Yandere to allow you to leave but have you on his mind ever since. There are memorabilia of yours around his house. Pictures hang upon his walls that he hasn’t bothered to take down. There’s even a framed picture of you right next to his bed.

Tengen Uzui + Wives

The Uzuis would be off put by their darling at first. Despite it traditionally being on the man’s part to decide if he wants to marry another wife, Tengen puts his wife's decisions above his. Tengen isn’t the type to simply marry someone because of a little crush or obsession. One, he needs to feel strong feelings towards someone before he considers putting a ring on it. Two, Tengen respects his wives too much to decide marriage on his own. Tengen would introduce the topic and his darling to his wives slowly, giving them a little time to decide whether to feed his obsession or not. Ultimately, Tengen gets their blessings.

Their obsessions don’t blossom until marriage. Ideally, their darling is not as strong as them. They become very protective of them, especially Tengen if this is after he retires. Time passes and they all grow to love their darling, they’re obsession turns into a love obsession. Each one of them won’t keep their hands off their darling. They are in general very touchy with each other, but with their darling, it’s times 100.

At least one of them has to accompany you. Not only to keep you safe but to make sure you never think of leaving them. They don’t mind kidnapping their darling if they need to.

“Don’t splash around so much,” Tengen complained to his other wives. They all sat in the bathtub, cleaning each other. You sat firmly in Tengen’s lap. “Stop hogging cleaning them, Suma!” Makio barks at Suma. “I am not! Lord Tengen! Makio is trying to say I’m hogging the sponge, but I’m not!” Suma whines. They were taking turns washing your body, whilst Hinatsuru washed your hair. Tengen presses a small kiss on the back of your head.

Asmodeus

When Asmodeus first met his darling he only saw them as someone he could seduce for a moment of pleasure. It isn’t until he makes a pact with his darling that his obsession begins. Sure, Solomon also has a pact with Asmodeus and he’s not obsessed with him. You’re different. You help him with problems and spend time with him. And such a cutie you are you do it no questions asked. The obsession sets in when he manages to sleep with you. It was like your body was crafted for him. It’s addicting really. Your taste, your touch, your sweet voice! He’s even considered never touching another again.

He’ll stick around you more which leads to a connection between you...or maybe just in Asmodeus’s eyes. Love, an emotion he’s only been able to share with his brothers, will develop in the time shared with you. You’ve surprised him again! Asmodueus will grow into a possessive person. Not even his brothers will have the fortune of spending time with you. Asmodeus becomes harsh with his brothers, like a cat hissing at other cats for being too close to their owner. Lucifer has to step in ever so often because Asmodeus is close to ripping out one of another demon’s eyes with his claws because they got too friendly with you.

Don’t think you can just leave him either; That isn’t an option whether it be due to your exchange coming to an end or you not wanting a relationship anymore. It just won’t happen. If you have to go back to the human world, that just won’t slide with Asmodeus. He’ll find a way to be with you. If Lucifer doesn't appeal to any of Asmodeus’s requests to keep you in Devil Dom, then he has no problem going with you. Nor does he have a problem possessing random people to see you every day. Now, ending the relationship with Asmodeus will lead to a moment of pain. A moment of pain because there is no way you’d be apart for more than a couple of months. His brothers won’t force you to be in Asmodeus’s arms nor will they stop talking to you until you give in to dating Amsodeus again, they care for you as much as they care for their brother. Nonetheless, you will have earfuls of them trying to convince you to be with Asmodeus again. Not to mention every demon in Devil Dom has been in your DMs on Devilgram. All of his adoring fans call you every name under the sun. No matter how tough your skin is their words will get to you. They even began to spread hate against humans which got the attention of both Lucifer and Diavalo. Now you’re having a conference with them, where you simply decide to go back to him. It’s better for everyone.

“Don’t you feel so much better~” Asmodeus coos to you, his fingers deep inside your cunt. “No one can make you feel as good as I can!” Asmodeus presses a trail of kisses down your neck, “No one could love you as much as i do.”

Mammon

When you first met, Mammon only saw you as an annoying human. Another task on his list that his brother put on him. Then he began to get to know you and that view quickly faded. Unlike other yanderes, Mammon fell in love quickly compared to the others. Suddenly, Mammon was proud to be your first man. So proud in fact that many reconsider his sin being greed.

Though greed is definitely his sin. He’s so greedy he won’t allow his family to take your time away from him. Mammon nearly snarls like a rabid dog at the thought of anyone stealing you away from him. If it’s his brothers then he won't have as much of a problem, he’ll complain but won’t harm them. Let another demon try the same and he won’t care if he breaks a few bones. Not even caring for Lucifer’s chiding.

His love is apparent. It’s overwhelmingly sweet, overshadowing his tough-guy act. You won’t even mind his obsession because his love delays any concerns that arise because of his actions.

“I’m your first man, so I should be your most important priority,” Mammon huffs clinging to your waist tightly. You scheduled a lunch with his brothers due to Mammon taking up your time, now you think you should cancel it. Mammon shows no sign of letting go any time soon and it’s getting harder to breath.

Chilchuck Tims

There would be no way in hell Chilchuck would allow himself to fall in love or even think of any romantic thoughts of his darling, at first. After his wife left him and took away his children, leaving him alone, he couldn’t bear the thought of another romantic relationship. His obsession starts slowly because he distances himself since he can tell he feels attracted to you.

He hates the fact he often has dreams of you or the fact he remembers your favorite foods. He especially hates it when he gets a foreign fuzzy feeling in his chest when it comes to you. He’s often rude and closed off to his darling. He comes off meaner to his darling than anyone else. It has gotten to the point the others often call him out on his behavior to which he scoffs and turns away.

It isn’t till he learns that not everyone will leave him and he can learn to be a better partner Chilchuck opens himself to being romantic with his darling. He grows to love his darling so dearly. He writes to his daughters about his darling. Even goes as far as mentioning them every chance he has to his companions.

And although he’s finally going through the process of learning to forgive himself for his divorce, he’s still paranoid. If you show any signs of leaving him, he won’t immediately lock you away but he’ll become uncharacteristically clingy. Every hour he’s snuggling closer to you, asking about your day. He even begins to stop complaining about small things you do that annoy him at times. If you are attempting to leave him, good luck. That isn’t happening. Besides Chilchuck’s small size, he’s incredibly smart when it comes to dire situations. Such as you leaving.

“I...I love you.” Chilchuck admits, his face has an expression of the first taste of sour candy. It’s almost as if the words stung the tip of his tongue each time he spoke.

Gyutaro

You’re interesting to him. Whether you’re ugly or pretty, Gyutaro envies you. Those who are attractive get to live happily without the misery of being ugly. It makes him sick. You are treated better than he was that’s for sure. But as he comes to know how kind you are to others, especially the less fortunate, he begins to obsess over you. You’re so beautiful, much more attractive than him anyway. How could he not think of you.

Gyutaro learns more about you by stalking you. He’s always around, going as far as to hide in the dark of your room in the mornings just to get more of you. Gyutaro never thought about marriage as a mortal, he was too caught up in caring for his sister and many girls never even glanced his way when it came to romance. You change his mind. He can imagine you in a beautiful wedding dress as you profess your love to him not even cringing at his ugliness.

He genuinely loves his darling. Gyutaro wishes he could have met his darling when he was a mortal, his life wouldn’t have been so depressing, and he could have even tried to find a better occupation and live a normal life with you. He’s selfish, after all, he’s faced so many hardships, why can’t he take the few things that bring him joy? No one else deserves you. Once you’ve lost your beauty, you’re better off dead than in the hands of others.

“So beautiful...gahahaha!” Gyutaro laughed manically to himself. He sat in the corner watching you closely, his hand covering his wide smile. “No one else could compare!”

Possibly love-obsessed (unsure)

These yanderes could either love their darling and never admit it or not love them at all. It depends on the situation or stage of the relationship.

Suguru Geto

(Only Non-Sorcerer Darling)

Geto believes that he could never love a Non-Sorcerer yet has an obsession with his darling. Geto felt the need to dehumanize the Human race since his change in ideology to cease any doubts he may have about his decisions. There may be a part of him deep down that isn’t fond of the idea of hurting Non-sorcerers but is too far gone to even think about ending what he started. Geto strives to protect the weak. When he was in high school he believed that the weak were Non-Sorcerers until his perspective changed to Sorcerers being the weak ones due to the Non-Sorcerers being in charge and harming the ones keeping them safe from curses. He found the acts of Non-Sorcerers to be unforgivable which is why he went to the extreme of choosing to start a genocide.

There is a part of him that despises his darling. How could some random monkey make him feel this way? It’s perplexing. Sometimes he wants to gouge out your throat and watch as the light fades from your eyes to give him the pleasure of his original ideology: All Non-Sorcerers should be terminated. Yet he cannot bring himself to put the plan into action. Especially when you’ve been such a good pet and listen to his every command. He won’t admit that he craves to be around you. He loves holding you tight as you both drift to sleep, he loves the sweet kisses that he forces out of you, and he loves the way you moan out his name. A filthy monkey shouldn’t have the pleasures of indulging in his greatness, yet he refuses to kill his darling.

Even Geto doesn’t know if he loves his darling. He’s adamant he only sees his darling as his pet, but deep down he might love his darling. Though that would never come to light.

“You’re a good pet. Always listening and obeying my commands.” Geto comments as he reads his daily newspapers. You brush his hair quietly, focusing on the raven strands gently pulled by the bristles of the brush. “Good. Just as all monkeys should.”

Sasuke Uchiha

It isn’t that Sasuke is incapable of loving because he definitely loves the people in his life. However, he is too emotionally immature to truly love his darling. He yearns for their touch and love but he can’t for the life of him reciprocate the affection.

Sasuke has forgotten the feeling of love since It had been ripped away from him at such a young age. He assumes his love for things in his life is just extreme liking them. Sasuke extremely likes tomatoes and Sasuke extremely likes talking walks but the word love never seems to come to mind. If anything he just won't admit it to himself. He can love.

It won’t be until when Baruto begins that Sasuke is finally classified as Love-obsessed. He’s more truthful to others and himself. He can finally admit he’s in love with his darling...to himself. In Baruto, Sasuke is more open to being vulnerable around his loved ones and even tries his best to repair relationships with advice from Kakashi.

“I care about you...” Sasuke would say, not daring to look you in the eyes. “...a lot,” he adds in awkwardly.

Light yagami

Many believe Light to have no love for anyone, for whatever reason. However, this is not the case. Light's love for his family is one of the main reasons he decides to become Kira. Or what he believes to be justice. Light started out wanting to be a cop because his father was a cop and Light wanted to bring justice to the world. Light wants the world filled with good and his family surrounded by good instead of unjustified evil. The reason he’s so cruel to Misa and even uses her to his advantage is that he never shared these feelings in the first place. Misa forced him into a relationship with her and didn’t seem to mind him not wanting it. He’s very different with his darling.

I put him on this list because there are two ways Kira could feel about his darling. One, he’d be obsessed with them but wouldn’t love them. This would happen if they were involved in the Kira case and Light would obsess over them because of it. Two, his darling is a random citizen who shares his feelings and judgment, and Light loves his darling dearly.

Even if Light truly cares for you, he won't admit it because of his focus on the Kira case.

Muzan kibutsuji

For Muzan to care about his Darling, they would have to have certain qualifications. One, they knew of Muzan before he transitioned into the first demon. Two they either could relate to Muzan’s past as a human or they didn’t have any judgment towards Muzan because of his sickly appearance. These are a few situations that would lead to Muzan's obsession. Once Muzan turned he had past wives who killed themselves because of his cruelness. Muzan had no feelings toward them which is why Muzan would be more likely to love or care about his darling if he had known them before his change.

If Muzan’s darling had none of these traits then Muzan would be purely obsessed with his darling. Muzan would need a connection with his darling. There is a slim chance his darling could win over his true affection, but the chance of it happening is nearly impossible.

[married-to-google-translater]

can i ask yandere gojo (and other if you want) with a female reader who escaped and disguised as a man for be hiding of gojo

(She will cut her hair and other méthod for prétend to be a guy..)

Yandere Mahito

Mahito "lived" with you.

(He had broken into your home without permission and refused to leave.)

Because of this, Mahito noticed REALLY quickly when you were gone.

He would start looking for you right away.

However, it wouldn't be that easy.

It would take time, but Mahito would find you.

He wouldn't be blind and notice how much your appearance had changed.

You would make Mahito excited.

However, that was probably the last thing you wanted in this situation.

Mahito wanted to hear EVERYTHING.

He wanted to learn how you were able to change your body so radically.

Would you like the body better this way?

Mahito would have no problem making the changes permanent.

He doesn't realize that he himself is the problem and not your appearance.

Mahito wouldn't trust you anymore after this.

You'd be trapped in the drain.

If you tried to escape again it would be r.i.p your leg.

Yandere Satoru Gojo

You were never a jujutsu scorer.

This would be the only reason Gojo would have a bit of a hard time locating you.

You may not have known it, but this would be something you could use to your advantage.

Actually, this would be the only reason why your little escape company will succeed.

All of this would happen in the early stages of a "relationship".

Gojo wouldn't have kidnapped you yet…

However, the red flags would be clearly visible.

Gojo wouldn't be happy about your little disappearing trick.

He would definitely look for you tirelessly.

Gojo would turn all of Japan around if he had to.

It was only a matter of time before you got caught.

Gojo wouldn't have time to pay attention to your radical change.

He was in a hurry to marry you.

After that, you could never escape him.

Once Gojo had calmed down, he would find your change in appearance amusing.

You are so cute when you think you can escape him ;3