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RIDING THEM hcs + small oneshot !

characters︙sukuna, toji, gojo!

together︙characters x afab! reader

hcc : 10 hcs each character, 1 oneshot each character.

warnings︙18+, cockwarming, p in v, chocking, breeding kink, slapping, dirty talk!, praise kink, tummy bulge, cervix fucking.

➴ﾞ︙sukuna ☆ cervix fucking, tummy bulge.

you can barely take his cock and he loves it!

you have to hold on his shoulders to keep balance

his hands grip your waist, helping you move up and down.

loves watch the way he splits you open every time.

your barely being able to think with the way his cock hits your cervix.

the pain and pressure driving you to keep your hips moving and grinding on him.

will rub your clit to make you cum harder and faster

only really cares for you to cum. doesn’t really need it.

on that note, he really likes loves watching you cum.

is fascinated with you!

“s-sukuna!” you whine as he moves you up and down on him. he was so fascinated by the way you took him so well. he watched as your pussy engulfed his fat cock with every push. “shh, baby. you’re taking my cock so well. i might have to get you something after,” he grinned moving his eyes up to your tummy where his cock made a big bulge.

➴ﾞ︙toji ☆ more cervix fucking, chocking, light slapping, breeding kink, cock warming.

he fills you too the top.

you can’t fully sit on him or you’ll literally start crying.

will hold your hips to keep you still while fucking up into you.

will wrap his hand around your throat and fuck you into you also

loves seeing you drool as your eyes roll to the back of your head

will talk to you in the middle of him fucking you silly and expect you to answer while your brain dead.

he’ll slap you lightly, asking for an answer. he won’t really get one.

is determined to make you cum so much you will be sore.

he loves fucking his cum deeper into you after cumming

will cockwarm you after if you want <3 loves the warmth of your cunt on him.

“too much’!” you push tojis chest as he watch’s himself part you. he chuckles at your whines, “baby. just a little more for me, ya?” you nod giving him the okay before helping you down more. you both gasp when your hips touch. his head was just violating your cervix but his hands were so tight on your waist you couldn’t move. “toji! it hurts!” you whine and he losses his grip letting you raise. ”sorry, baby,” he said before kissing you.

➴ﾞ︙gojo ☆ praise, breeding kink.

he’s a perfect fit.

adores your facial expressions when you fit down on him.

will hold your hands so you can keep your balance on him.

he’ll most definitely grin the whole time.

loves when you cum around him! it makes him wanna put a baby in you <3

will stop you mid way and just to sit you fully on his cock.

he likes watch you beg and whine for him to fuck you to push his ego up.

will slow down if your overstimulated. the rest won’t.

he’ll fuck up into you when you get tired.

wants to fill you up so bad.

“a-a-ahhh! fuck!” you moan out holding his hand tighter. “yes, baby. fuck, you’re so pretty,” he grinned watching your eye roll into the back of your hand, moaning flowing out of your mouth. your warm cunt fit so perfectly around him. he was bound to cum in you soon. you had came so many times already; throbbing, dripping— he was surprised he hadn’t came already.

 gojosprettyslut 2022.

cw: smut. minors do not interact. fem!reader. this is me thinking too much abt shoyo folding me into a mating press. tit sucking. breeding kink. babytrapping(?). a lil manhandling. talk/thoughts about impregnation.

it's only been a few minutes since hinata made it home to you, but already, he's gently laying you across the sheets, and tracing his eyes all over your body, tongue sticking out between his lips.

as he moves back a little to let you get comfortable, he's watching the curves of your tits and the slants of your hips and imagining how he's going to take you tonight — ready to lay out the vision that's simmering behind his eyes for so long.

he's been away from you for too long, pulled out by too many games overseas, and all he wants now is to just stay with you.

he wants to tell his coach, his team, his manager, that he doesn't want to leave you alone for weeks and weeks on end anymore.

but he needs a good excuse, a reason, to do that.

at first, he didn't know what to do.

he and you have been together for long enough like this — there's never been any problems or disagreements to do with distance between you two.

the love between you both has only ever grown with time, and besides, you have your work to focus on, and so you're fully supportive of the weeks and months you have to spend apart because of his work.

it's not like you need him around all the time, either — you're perfectly capable on your own.

you don't even seem to mind, anyway, and neither had he. until now.

however, there was nothing he could bring up, for them to let him stay with you for as long as he wanted.

now though, he's got a good idea.

all he has to do is make you need him around all the time. all he has to do — is fuck you full of his cum, make sure you take all of it, and put a baby in you.

he slides a hand under you, cupping his palm at the dip between your ass and your thigh, staring unblinkingly at you as he does — and when you blush, turn your face away from his bright gaze, he just wants to fill you up even more.

you'll look so beautiful, carrying his kids, he can already see it. such a fucking hot thought, he has no idea how he's never wanted this so badly before.

dragging his palm across your skin, he pulls your leg up, fixes his grip to the back of your knee and hooks your leg over his shoulder.

"baby," he smiles. "you ready?"

"yes, yes," you reply instantly, nodding frantically — you might be fine with him leaving on away games for weeks, but you definitely do miss him.

he's holding himself up over you with his other arm, gripping the blankets right beside your face, and there's desperation in your eyes as you reach up and grab his wrist to tug it a little closer to your cheek. "please, shoyo. i missed you."

"missed you too," he breathes, lowering his face to yours so he can meet your lips in a kiss — he tastes so sweet, like sour candy, and you're instantly enamoured, lost in how good he feels.

he lines his cock up against your entrance, pushes in easily enough with how wet you are already, and you immediately flutter around him, pulling him in like you've been craving for this forever.

you have, you really have, and so has he.

"fuck, takin' me so well, baby." he groans, head falling as he looks down to watch how your pussy looks with his cock in it, and his orange curls brush against your nose, smelling like sunbaked sand. "look at you, so beautiful."

"just hurry up and fuck me, shoyo," you gasp, fingers tightening around his wrist as you involuntarily arch yourself up against him, desperate to have all of his length and girth in you. "don't want you to go slow. not this time, please. i need all of you, now."

a voice in the back of his head tells him he should take things easy at first, prep you up gently before he gets rough with you — but really, he can't take it any longer either.

his cock's already leaking, balls already so full and heavy, and he needs to give it all to you — now.

"fine, princess, you asked for it." he grins, before grabbing you by your waist and snapping your ass up against his pelvis, sheathing his cock all the way in your cunt in one go.

his tip lands a harsh kiss on your cervix, and you cry out at the sharp twinge of pleasure that courses up your spine — but before you can catch your breath, hinata takes you by the back of both your knees and pushes your legs back, pressing you down and spreading you wide open for him to ruin. "gonna give it all to you, so take it."

the first slap of skin against skin when he pulls out a little and slams back in is powerful — the sting burns, but you're not even able to open your mouth before he does it again, over and over, setting a rhythm so fucking fast with his cock into your cunt that you can barely handle it.

"hah — sh-shoyo!" you whine, voice pitchy and ragged, and the sound of it sends a thrill through him. "fuck, so much!"

he folds you back further, listening to the sounds coming out of your lips and urging himself to go faster, so the snap of his hips and the squelch of your already so messy cunt will fall in sync with them.

"beautiful," he inhales, swallowing thickly and bringing first one hand and then the other, back around your waist. "mmh- y'look so beautiful right now, baby. will look even prettier carrying my kids."

the sentence registers in your head only barely, with how hard he's fucking into you, using his grip on your waist to pull you back and forth to meet his hips and back — but a confused huh? still hops off your tongue.

"yeah," he giggles, leaning down, the panes of his chest grazing your bare stomach, slick with a layer of sweat. "t-take all my cum for me, baby — i'll fuck it into you. won't have to keep leaving you alone, if i tell them you're going to have my kids."

"shoyo, what—" you can't continue, because he lowers his torso onto yours completely then, pressing you further down with his weight as he latches his mouth around one of your tits.

still keeping up the speed of his thrusts, shoving in and out of your cunt with all the energy and force he can muster, he sucks your tit fervently, tongue circling around the perked bud of your nipple before he lets out a satisfied hum.

"baby, 'm close. gonna cum — you'll take it all for me, won't you? all of it?" he asks, hands tight around you and body heavy over yours so you're pinned under him, and you feel his cock twitch against your walls when you clench around him again.

his head meets your cervix once more, and all you can produce in answer is a shaky, fucked out moan.

he smiles with his mouth around your tit, and angles himself just a little higher so he hits the spot you like best.

"w-wanna hear you, sunshine — you'll take all my cum and carry our babies, won't you?" he asks, and with the next hard shove of his cock into you, you cry out and nod, eyes squeezed shut as you bask in the intensity he exudes as he laughs.

his breath hitches when he sucks in his next lungful of air, and you know he's about to fill you up — and you want to say more, but you can't.

he laughs again when he feels the band in his core snap, and he breathes out, shaky and hot, "have it, baby. that's my good girl."

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

incubus!Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

genre. forbidden love, romance, smut

s. who knows how many lives we have lived and how many we have forgotten in the course of our existence. “you should be grateful ….” he says with a smirk as you feel a strange connection building between the two of you

cw. huge cock!Sukuna, mild dubcon at first, size kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, squirting, manhandling, creampie, praise, tits play, belly bulge, cumflation, 69, doggy, mating press + plot twist | wc. 6K

cw. lower-ranking incubus!Yuji — Yuji is Sukuna’s underling

an. Sukuna in his incubus form has 4 arms and horns + his usual tattoos — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

There is a sculpture at the entrance to the private college you attend.

A beautiful naked woman lying on what is supposed to represent a bed trying to push away a monstrous being, with horns and wings, who wants to lie with her.

You have always found the work interesting. The way the artist carved into the white marble the woman’s frightened expression, the draping of the sheets beneath her, the scary being laying its claws on her flesh.

“You’ve been looking at this statue for three years, it’ll be there tomorrow too,” the blonde’s voice made you wrinkle your nose, “the new sensei is coming today, come on, I’m curious”.

They were all in trepidation for the arrival of the new art history teacher. The only man who would be present inside the women’s college you’ve been attending for three years now. Everyone had been talking about him for weeks and finally, after winter break, he had arrived.

The art room had never been so full and after getting a glimpse of the new sensei you could see why.

He looked anything but like a teacher. His pink hair was pulled back tied in a small bun, his tattooed arms were clutched in the white t-shirt he wore, and his biker boots pulled tight around his ankles.

Something about him made your stomach tickle as the lessons got deeper.

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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʟᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

06. kamo choso

the precious big brother who only wants to have his little brothers all safe and sound

Chapter Index & Synopsis

warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu shows (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as rumors from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. been real busy with school even if it's just my first week so this is unbeta-ed and may contain typos/grammatical errors. still, hope you enjoy!

(word count: 5,605)

(previous chapter)

"Can we see you do your wiggly-woos? Pretty pleaaaaase?"

This was his third time asking you today (and probably the hundredth time ever since you'd disclosed your powers). You rolled your eyes, "No. You'll just distract me, Satoru. And I need all the concentration I can get to remove the curse on Tsumiki-san."

With that, you shut the door in his face.

"But the wiggly-woos..." the blindfolded man pouted, pointing at a certain duo. "... Why is it that only those two can see it?" (By those two, he meant a still-awkward Suguru and a smug-looking Toji who were amongst those outside the room).

Nanami, who had grown tired of his constant whining, smacked his head and dragged him to a chair by the windows, where a napping Yuuji was seated. "Sit down, you idiot. Let her work in peace."

"Aww... and why can Megumi-chan stay in the room while I can't!?"

"That's because Megumi-kun's more behaved than you and won't keep pestering me!" you shouted from the other side of the door.

"..."

Silence. Finally.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

An anxious Megumi paced around the room, glancing at his comatose sister every once in a while. You hadn't done anything yet—and he's never seen your powers—but the first thing you did was place your hands on his shoulders, stopping him and assuring him.

"Megumi," you started, smiling at him. "Keep your thoughts down, m'kay? They're... getting kind of noisy in here and I can't help but hear it." You tapped your temples.

He averted his eyes guiltily, aware of your weird telepathic abilities, "... Sorry."

"Don't be, I understand why you're feeling this way." You patted his surprisingly soft hair, positioning yourself on Tsumiki's bedside. "Besides, she's your sister. I get it."

"..."

Noting that his brain and his mouth had gotten silent, you were about to begin extracting and breaking the curse when Megumi spoke again.

"You had a sister, too?"

You paused.

For five seconds, you paused. Numerous memories came rushing back to you. And then you slowly shook your head, a fond smile on your face as nostalgia came over you. "Maki-chan and Mai-chan... they're twins, hm?"

He blinked, not understanding, "Y-Yeah."

"I'm a twin," you quietly shared, staring at your wrinkled hands, stretching the fingers out. "I had a brother."

Had. That was the sole word Megumi noted. And with that look in your eyes, he could tell that your brother most likely had passed already. You had a brother. You were a twin.

"Ah."

You glanced at him, changing the mood, "Don't worry, Megumi-kun. You won't be losing Tsumiki-chan anytime soon while I'm here. I'll save her."

And you did.

Megumi watched with wide, fascinated eyes as wispy tendrils of crimson and black emerged from your curved fingers, entering his sister's temples. Slowly, but surely, that mark on her forehead dissipated. By the fifteenth minute of whatever magic you were doing, the cursed mark had completely vanished.

Within thirty minutes, Tsumiki had opened her eyes.

Megumi had never been more thankful to someone in his life. But for a moment, he saw the look in your eyes when he reunited with his sister. It was all joy and goodwill, only with the barest hint of melancholy.

The only other person who noticed it as you retreated into a corner of the room was Nanami. He wondered why you had that same weary look you wore when he spent dinner with you all those years ago, but didn't question it. Maybe Geto and Toji noticed, too—at home, you'd have brief bouts of strange sadness sometimes, yet they would never last for more than a a few seconds.

Majority of the time, you were all smiles and a ball of sunshine who just loved what she was doing. They never knew. Perhaps they would have seen the extent of your grief if a cursed spirit could grow and attach to you.

Yet even you could not control their fear.

Only your own.

"Momma?" You were broken out of your thoughts as Yuuji, now awake, approached you. The others were a bit too preoccupied with Tsumiki's awakening. "Are you okay?"

You hummed, "What do you mean, darling?"

"You've been staring into space for like, ten minutes..." the pink-haired boy frowned, observing you carefully. "Was using the wiggly-woo magic too hard on you? Do you need to rest, Mom?"

You shook your head, catching a glimpse of the for once-smiling Megumi and his sister speaking. Gojo was with them, talking, and right behind Gojo was Toji—murmuring in a surprisingly soft voice to his stepdaughter.

Over the course of a few weeks, Megumi and Toji really did try to mend their... broken relationship. Now that Megumi knew what his dad had been—an assassin-for-hire—he could somewhat understand why he had to leave their family. It may have been selfish, but he realized that Toji may have done it for their safety, too. So they tried. They really did try to make things work.

Gojo and Geto—who was seated beside Nanami, also watching everything unfold—were also in the process of reconciling (you'd practically teleported them to the KFC where they broke up and made them stay there for one entire day). After everything that happened to him with Kenjaku, Suguru no longer had much of an aim in life like he did when he was alive. Killing all non-jujutsu sorcerers seemed to be out of the question now. Seeing your power with his very eyes—and you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer—made him realize that there were lots of powerful things out there he didn't know. Things that were out of his control.

Geto and Toji were content just tagging along with you, helping around in your shop and living a much more peaceful and rewarding life.

Finally, you answered Yuuji after a moment of thought and kissed his forehead, hugging him. "I'm okay as long as all of you are okay, sweetie."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent."

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

He had no clue how you fucking did it. You, the elderly woman who owned that nice shop he and his schoolmates used to visit when they came to Tokyo. As far as he knew, you weren't even a jujutsu sorcerer.

Hell, you didn't even have a single ounce of cursed energy.

But here he was, in a perfectly healthy body. His Heavenly Restriction was gone, too, but even with his lessened amount of cursed energy in this much more perfect body, he still had enough of it to remain as a working jujutsu sorcerer.

Kokichi Muta had no idea this was possible.

"Anything's possible, dear," you spoke up, leaning on the walls of the enclosed room. He flinched. Did you just—"Yes, I can read your mind, too."

"What are you, Y/N-san?" Mechamaru's puppeteer asked. Never in his life would he have thought that you had such hidden... capabilities.

You shrugged, "Well, I'm definitely not a jujutsu sorcerer, that's for sure. A sorceress, yes, but not in jujutsu."

"Why... Why did you heal me?" Kokichi didn't understand.

"Well, I heard you were being a spy to one of our enemies," you drawled. "Don't worry, I don't have anything against you. All I want is to eliminate that man and his underlings."

Kokichi realized that you knew. "She knows," he thought to himself. "About Geto and that Mahito."

"I do know," you chimed in, reading his thoughts again. Plus, you were already somewhat aware of might happen to Kokichi given the vision you'd seen before. This guy had undertaken a Binding Vow and would then try to kill pseudo-Geto and that damn Mahito.

He would fail. He would die.

"You... do?" he asked.

"Yup." You nodded. "But where you're wrong about is Geto-kun. The real Geto's soul is with me, actually. There's just another sorcerer impersonating him and using his body for those plans of his in Shibuya."

"Did—Did you read his mind, too?" Kokichi mumbled. "Like what you're doing to me?"

"I did, but I didn't mean to, in all honesty. But my powers... my magic warned me of something suspicious," you shared to him. "And I saw a premonition. One that could change the fate of not only jujutsu society, but the entirety of Japan and this world, too."

"Is that why you helped me?"

Once again, you nodded. "In the premonition I saw, you were going to die fighting that curse, Kokichi-san. And countless more will, too. I'm just trying to prevent another massive disaster from happening."

You turned around, about to leave, when he called your name, "Wait! Wait, please, Y/N-san!"

You glanced back at him, "Yes?"

"What... What do I do now, then?" he pleaded desperately. "If I die, the Shibuya Plan will still continue, right? So what do I do!? What can I do to help?"

"Go back to your friends." You smiled. "Turn yourself in and tell them the truth while it's not too late. Don't have any regrets."

"... And if they ask me how I got this body?"

"Hmm... tell them that the witch who lives in the outskirts of Tokyo helped you." Before he could even blink, you were already gone. He stared down at his new body, so foreign yet so familiar at the same time.

"Witch...?" he whispered to himself, still unable to fathom everything that's happened. "The witch who lives on the outskirts of the city. Huh."

All of a sudden, you reappeared in front of him, making him flinch.

"Almost forgot to tell you!" You snapped your finger. "That Miwa girl likes you, too. Shoot your shot, sweetie!"

He blushed. Satisfied with what you'd done, you vanished again.

Mechamaru would later on come clean to his schoolmates and confess to a blue-haired girl his true feelings for her.

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

Just a couple of days afterward, you made your visit to one of the remaining Cursed Womb: Death Paintings. You didn't want a fight, so the instant he was able to detect you, you immediately used your magic to restrain him. Now, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, staring daggers at you.

"Who—what is the meaning of this!? Let me go, woman!" he snarled, trying escape and use his Blood Manipulation on you but to no avail. Calmly and fearlessly, you crouched down to his level.

"You are Choso-san, am I correct?"

His eyes narrowed at you. He didn't respond to your polite question.

"My name is Y/N L/N. I'm sorry for your loss," you murmured, feeling his sorrow. "About what happened to your brothers. Their names were Eso and Kechizu, right?"

Choso practically growled at you. To him, you weren't even worthy of saying his brothers' names. Not one bit. A worthless human. Other than that, who were you?

"Shut up!"

You were undeterred. "It was my adopted son, Yuuji, and his teammate who took your brothers down."

At the revelation, Choso nearly saw red.

"You—"

Before he could get another word out, you cut him off. "But after seeing that man's mind, I found out something quite interesting about my Yuuji-kun," you told him honestly. "Did you know you had another brother aside from Eso and Kechizu?"

His eyes, which had been thin, angry slits, widened into the size of saucers. "What nonsense is this!? I don't have any other brothers!"

"Yet Noritoshi Kamo's memory says otherwise," you sharply replied, tone colder this time. "That fake Geto Suguru, Noritoshi Kamo—they're all one person. All of them are him. That ancient sorcerer Kenjaku. That scumbag of a father who impregnated your mother has a Cursed Technique that allows him to keep transferring his brain to different hosts throughout the centuries. Before Geto Suguru was a woman with stitches on her forehead. That woman was the biological mother of Itadori Yuuji, my adopted son."

"Lies!" Choso shouted, attempting to claw his way out of your magic. It didn't work.

"I don't know what to do except show you what will happen if you keep following that fake Geto Suguru and his band of curses," you said, eyes glowing red as you entered his mind, allowing him to see the events of the Shibuya Plan and the Culling Game.

In real time, it was only a few seconds. However, Choso felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime in the vision you'd shown him. He saw himself fighting and nearly killing the pink-haired boy who had killed his brothers. He then saw himself screaming in agony at what he'd done, seeing a memory he hadn't experienced before.

That Itadori Yuuji laughing and conversing with him and the now-deceased Eso and Kechizu.

"Normally," your voice cut through the haze in his mind. "I'd use mind control on my enemies. It's part of my magic and my skill set. In this world and in your terminologies, you could say it's... my Cursed Technique. Or something like that. But I don't use jujutsu, Choso-san. And I'm not going to force you into believing what I showed you." You shrugged nonchalantly. "I am a mere stranger to you, after all."

Panting, he relaxed in his restraints. When you noticed that he was no longer sure on whether or not he should attack you, you released your magical hold on him with a flick of your wrist.

"I... Who are you? What are you?" he exhaled heavily, still in disbelief.

Lately, you've been getting those questions a lot, huh?

"I'm an orphan, a widowed woman, a mother who's lost her children, and also a sister who lost her brother," you sighed out tiredly, flopping on the ground and sitting cross-legged on the cold floor. You weren't sure why you were telling him this, but the past few weeks have been pretty difficult to bear. You needed to rant. This Choso guy seemed like he'd listen. "Some people call me a miracle, others call me a murderer. They say I'm a weapon of mass destruction—which I now agree with—a harbinger of chaos, and well, people used to know me as a witch, too."

The half-curse, half-human had no idea how to react to your statements. Was this... too much information? Choso was a little confused.

"I don't care about all those titles anymore, though." Huffing, you fully laid down on the floor, back flat on the ground, an arm over your eyes. Sleeping for a month would feel nice after you finished ruining the Shibuya Plan. Maybe you'd visit the Maldives of this world. Or Bali. A vacation. You could even drag Nanami to Malaysia with you, if he was willing for it. "I'm now perfectly content being a retired grandma owning a shop. It's given me peace from my constant grief, for the most part. Yuuji-kun was one of the things that brought me joy when I moved here. He still does, although that damned Sukuna ruins the moment so much... I swear to God I'll turn him into a frog the next time he hurts Yuuji..."

Choso blinked. Turn Sukuna into a frog? You could do that? More importantly, why were you so open towards him? Talking to him like that and sharing random stuff about your life to him? He'd never met a human as weird as you before.

"What... are you doing?" he inquired. After seeing that vision and listening to you rant, he strangely felt compelled to not fight you anymore, even if he wasn't sure if he could trust that premonition you showed him or not.

"I am resting my eyes, sweetheart," you exhaled softly, relishing the darkness. For a moment, his cheeks turned pink at your pet name. "Resting. My. Eyes."

Clearing his throat, he stared down at your elderly form lying down on the floor, "Why are you resting your eyes, lady?"

"Because that awful Kenjaku you're following around is going to ruin so many innocent people's lives and I still have to fix it, dear," you replied tiredly. "But I have to do it, or else something worse will happen to the people I love. And if that happens again to me, I don't know what I'll do. I don't want to wreck another universe again."

"... Wreck another universe? What do you mean by that?"

You uncovered your eyes, lifting your arms. "Can't explain it, but long story short, your world is just one of the countless worlds and dimensions that exist out there."

Choso was even more befuddled. Who the hell were you, really?

"I already told you my name is Y/N L/N," you muttered, hearing his thoughts. Again, Choso was puzzled. You seemed like you were spouting gibberish while also sounding a thousand percent rational. And did you just read his thoughts?

"Yes. Yes, I did," you plainly stated. Standing up and brushing your clothes off, you handed him a business card.

Charmed Coffee & Confectionaries.

"That's my shop and my address, hun." You smiled at him. "If you do decide to believe me and leave that stupid pseudo-Geto-Noritoshi-Kenjaku-brain thing, I'll be there. Maybe you can meet Yuuji, too. He was really regretful about your brothers, you know."

At the mention of his brothers, Choso's mood dulled. You quickly noticed it, sadly smiling.

"It doesn't get easier. The grief, I mean," you uttered. "Years have passed since my twin brother died, too, and until now it feels like half of my soul died with him. And I thought that the only thing that would bring me comfort would be to see him again."

His crestfallen eyes turned toward you, yet he didn't speak a single word.

"I felt like I was drowning in my sadness for weeks on afterward, until..." You halted, remembering that core memory of yours with Vision. Perhaps the moment you fell in love and hadn't realized it.

You hadn't realized the half-curse was waiting for your answer until he prodded, "Until?"

You suddenly chuckled, shaking your head. "It was my late husband who told me this when my brother died. He wasn't exactly human, too, so I was surprised when he told me this. It changed my perspective about my losses."

He looked at you expectantly.

"What is grief, if not love persevering?" Your eyes looked glazed with so much—maybe even too much—emotion. "Up to this day, I haven't moved on from all the people I've lost. I don't think I ever can. But the only thing I did was learn to live through the pain. Over time, we grow around it, too."

"Live... through the pain?" The concept seemed foreign to Choso, even if he was a hundred or so years old. "Grow around it? How?"

"Everyone goes about it differently. Me? It's why I'm in retirement, owning my sweets shop, serving customers, making people happy, and picking up some stray souls and giving them a second chance in life, all that," you chirped, sharing to him your experience. "I'm sure you'll find your own way, Choso-san. I just hope that it's not with that stitch-face and crackhead fake Geto. Wherever it is, I pray you find your peace."

At that moment, your phone rang out of the blue, making you sweat-drop. "Excuse me." You checked it. It was Toji. Huh. Normally, he'd only call you if he suspected you were going home a lil' too late. But it was like, 11AM.

You picked up. "Hello, Toji-kun?"

"Yeah, uh, Gojo and Nanami are here in the shop. Itadori and my kid, too," he said, sounding a bit concerned. "You need to get back here, ASAP."

"Oooookay, but they visit almost everyday now. What's different?"

"There are also these two weird guys looking for a woman named Wanda. Foreigners, from the looks of it. Definitely not Japanese."

Oh shit.

The phone was given to Geto, who spoke, "Y/N, these guys look pretty shady. Need us to take care of it? None of our customers are named Wanda, though, as far as I know." His next comment was a murmur to himself. "And what the hell are those costumes.... who wears a freaking cape in the middle of the day, what are they? Cosplayers?"

You instantly replied to Geto, "Tell them to wait. And let them sit down there. Can you speak English well? I'll be right back."

"We'll just force blondie to be the one to talk to them," Toji stole back his phone from Geto. "Oy, Nanami! You were a businessman, right? Tell them to wait in English."

An audibly loud sigh from your favorite ex-salaryman could be heard nearby, "Fine. I'll talk to them."

Hanging up, you turned back to Choso, who seemed like he'd been listening to your conversation.

"One of them... why did he sound like Geto?" he asked, trying to process everything.

"Like I said, dear, I rescued the real Geto's soul. He's with me now. That fake Geto you're following? The one banding together with those cursed spirits? Yeah, he's an impostor." You pocketed your phone. "I'm sorry, Choso-san. I must go now." You smiled at him, wrinkles accentuated by how bright and genuine your smile was. "I do hope you find your peace. Bye, hun!"

Poof!

You had teleported away.

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The moment you poofed back into your shop, there were many eyes who watched your movements. Two pairs of those eyes were from a certain duo whom you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Those two people in capes were about to speak and greet you when you approached them quickly, switching back to English after who knows how long.

"What are you two doing here?" you asked worriedly. They briefly hugged you, patting your back.

"Greetings, Wanda... well, it's an emergency," Loki answered, seeming like he hadn't slept in days. "We rushed here as soon as we could."

Stephen looked the same, "It's a... very important emergency."

Your brows furrowed. "What? What is it? Do I have to go back—"

Both of them shook their heads.

"No, you don't," they chorused. However, instead of telling you what the emergency was, they ended up just staring at you.

"What?" you demanded. They were just standing there.

"Why are you an old woman?" Loki blinked. "Has it been an actual thousand years since we last saw you?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'm in retirement, remember? I wanted to look the part."

Loki and Stephen shared a look, finding some sense in your logic. "Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. We're not going to mind that."

You rubbed your temples, "So, the emergency? What's so important you had to come this far to actually see me in person? Could've sent like, a magic email or something."

Loki huffed, "This is too important of an issue to be sent over email."

Meanwhile, the other men in the opposite corner of the shop watched your interaction.

"I understand nothing about what they're saying," Yuuji pouted. "Who are those two, anyway? Are they Momma's friends?" (In his soul, Sukuna was watching, too, eyes narrowed at the two strangers who came to visit you.)

Gojo popped a macaron he snatched from the display into his mouth, "Seems like it. They hugged."

"Are... those guys the sons she was talking about before?" Geto muttered, squinting. "I don't see a resemblance, though."

"I don't either," Toji interjected, shoving a sandwich into his son's hands. "But they do keep saying emergency. Kid, you gotta eat. It's past twelve."

Megumi begrudgingly ate the sandwich his dad gave, also curious as to why two weird men in capes were talking to you. After what you'd done for Tsumiki, he was in your debt (and also quite fascinated with your powers).

Nanami, the only one who could understand and speak fluent English because of his extensive experience working at a company, unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation carefully. Why had the men called you Wanda? Was that your English name equivalent or something? Aside from the emergency they kept mentioning, they also asked why you were an old woman? And magic email? What?

"The Darkhold's gone, Wanda," Stephen quietly muttered.

The revelation made you still.

"You... lost... the Book... of the Damned...?" At first, it was a whisper, but then your voice began raising in volume, alarming your other friends in this world. "You lost it!? How? Why?"

Toji gestured his head towards you while addressing Nanami, "What's she saying? Why does she sound panicked?"

The impromptu translator frowned, "They're talking about something called the Darkhold."

"Book... of the Damned?" Yuuji and Megumi tested out the English syllables on their tongue.

"Stephen, how could you lose the Book of Sins?!" you exclaimed, aware of the dire consequences. "The last time we got the Darkhold involved, the Multiver—"

"I know, I know," Stephen muttered, feeling a headache coming up.

"And it actually wasn't lost... more like stolen, we found out," Loki grumbled.

"Stolen? By who?" you questioned.

"Probably by a demon from the Hell Dimension," Dr. Strange answered.

"And why did you drag me into this?" You calmed yourself.

"Because you're the only one who bent the Darkhold to her will and mastered its contents. We need your help," the Sorcerer Supreme replied. "And uh, we're not fully sure, but traces of it are in this universe. We've come here to this place before a thousand years ago chasing another demon. The same thing might be happening again."

God, your retirement was really going to shit now, wasn't it? First it was Yuuji becoming Sukuna's vessel, and then getting involved with the Kenjaku situation, and now another problem from your home universe had arisen.

"Okay, fine. I'll help," you sighed, before noticing that the other guys in the café were trying to understand your conversation. You leaned closer to your fellow magicians from your original universe, whispering so that Nanami wouldn't hear, "I'm kind of pre-occupied with another issue here in this place, though."

"What do you mean?" Loki blinked.

"You don't have to worry about it. I've got everything under control," you assured them.

The God of Mischief and the Sorcerer Supreme frowned. "You know, the last time you said that," Stephen cut in. "Was in the Westview Anomaly. It's quite concerning."

"You sure you don't need any help from us?" Loki asked. You nodded.

"Mmhmm. And if I do find that demon from the Hell Dimension here, I'll be sure to take care of it and bring back the Darkhold."

Loki and Strange shared a look, "Alriiiiight. We'll keep looking in the other dimensions."

"Good."

"You know," Loki added, an impish glint in his eye. "Old age suits you."

You slapped his arm, chuckling, "Go!"

With that, the Dr. Strange used his Sling Ring to easily open another portal back into the New York Sanctum. They waved goodbye to you before the golden-orange portal closed.

When you turned around, the men of this world that you'd befriended were gawking. You nearly forgot they were there.

"What the hell was that?" Geto mumbled, wiping dry a mug in his hand with a towel.

"Magic, probably," Toji commented, resuming his task of wiping the counter. Out of everyone, he was the one who'd seen much of your magical abilities.

"I've never seen anything like it," Gojo added, even more interested in you and your... magician friends.

"They used a portal to another dimension, but their magic is very different from mine, though," you disclosed, hands on your hips as you spoke Japanese again.

"Another... dimension?" Yuuji gaped. "That's wild!"

"By the way, why were those friends of yours talking about demons and a Book of the Damned?" Nanami interjected, a little antsy at what you were dealing with. He understood most of the conversation before you, Strange, and Loki spoke in hushed voices.

"Oh, that? You don't have to worry about it. I'll deal with it," you waved it off casually. "Runaway demons are pretty common when they manage to escape the Hell Dimension, this one we talked about in particular was just somewhat concerning because it took the Darkhold. That book corrupts anyone and anything that reads it. It's like a Special Grade Cursed Object, but far more dangerous than Sukuna's level. Much worse."

Offended at what he just heard, the King of Curses materialized on Yuuji's cheek. "Bullshit, woman!"

You smiled smugly, eyes glinting red and making the others swallow. They still didn't know you'd practically tossed Sukuna around like a ragdoll in his domain. "I wasn't lying when I said I could take you on, Curse King. If I could bend that evil grimoire to my will, you're nothing but a piece of cake," you taunted confidently. You had a right, too. And you were capable enough of doing it.

Sukuna nearly roared in fury at your insult, "Why you—!"

"But didn't you say that the Darkhold corrupts anyone and anything that reads it?" Megumi interrupted, trying to prevent a fight between both of you.

"Oh, yeah. I nearly lost my mind and my remaining sanity reading it. It made me hallucinate and make me hear things, too," you offhandedly said, recalling that period of your life many years ago as you tapped your chin. They sweat-dropped at your nonchalance while also being somewhat disturbed at your description. "But I needed to learn more about my powers as a witch, so I pushed through and overcame it. The Darkhold very nearly poisoned my soul, though, but thank heavens I got through it alive. That was a really long time ago, though, waaaay before I retired here in Japan."

"... Witch?" All of them chorused.

Oh. They hadn't known yet what to call you even after you'd told them about your powers.

"Well, you can call me a sorceress, too, just not in jujutsu. Enchantress, magician, mage, medium—"

"Hag," Sukuna interposed, making your eye twitch (the others glared at him, too). Yuuji slapped a hand over the curse's mouth.

"Don't talk to my mom like that," the vessel complained. Sukuna rolled his eyes (the one's on Yuuji's cheek).

"I don't care, brat."

"Either way," you stated. "The demon and the Darkhold isn't related to jujutsu stuff. I'll handle it. It's my job. My responsibility. You guys, on the other hand, have to help me find Kenjaku and those other Special Grades."

"Well, if you do need help, just ask us. Okay, Momma?" Yuuji took your hand in his, swinging it in the air. You laughed at how cute his action was.

"Alright, alright."

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It was a Sunday afternoon, with you closing your shop early at a half-day, when Yuuji came into the doors of your shop, a certain pigtailed man nervously following behind him.

"Kaa-chaaaaaan!" He greeted you with a tight hug and planting a kiss on your cheek. Yuuji was surprisingly in a very cuddly ane loving mood today, making you grin.

"Hey, sweetie. What's got you so jolly this morning?"

"Well, I made amends with the brother of those Death Paintings Nobara and I eliminated," he shared. "He also told me I'm his brother! Well, half-brother, so he said. He wanted to see you again, too."

Your brows went up your forehead. When you looked behind him, a hyperaware Choso was following, silently looking around your small café-bakery.

That was fast.

You spoke to him only three days ago. But if he changed his mind, you'd welcome him wholeheartedly. He seemed a bit shyer and more apprehensive than when you last met him, though. At least he wasn't as aggressive and pissed like then.

"I... don't have a place to go to," Choso admitted, twiddling with his fingers and looking down.

Oh well, you could never turn down a stray soul in need—especially one as powerful and dangerous as he was; one that was grieving, too. You didn't have the heart to resist. Toji and Suguru would simply have to deal with another housemate, then. You'd have to magic another bedroom with a bathroom back at home, too.

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"Don't worry, we'll be the ones to buy the groceries and do all the errands, Y/N-san," Geto assured you, already holding the usual eco-bag you used whenever you went out. Toji and Choso were accompanying him, too. You'd cast a spell so that anyone who saw them—those that weren't in the circle that knew about your powers, at least—wouldn't recognize them at all. To the unsuspecting eye, they were plain citizens.

"You must rest," Choso mumbled, glancing at his other housemates for the past couple of weeks. It was still foreign to him, having a home that was so peaceful and loving all because of you (he was still trying to adjust to the real Geto's personality and that human with no cursed energy). He'd never had anyone serve him warm meals and give him such comfortable shelter.

Just like all the others you'd befriended, even if they knew you could fight for yourself, Choso had also grown attached to you. Protective, even, especially after knowing how much you loved Yuuji.

"And you've been looking for that runaway demon for days now, right? Everyone's gotta rest at one point, including you, granny," Toji crossed his muscular arms. "Don't go anywhere today and just close the shop. We'll take care of everything else."

"I've also told Satoru and Nanami to not come to the shop so you could rest at home," Suguru added, about to leave the shop.

October 31st was in five days. Unfortunately, you all still hadn't found Kenjaku and the Special Grades. You hadn't found that runaway demon with the Darkhold, too.

Or so you thought.

When they came back to the shop and the house later in the afternoon, carrying all the groceries and other stuff you made them buy, it was completely empty. You were nowhere to be found, too, except for one note left on the cashier area.

"I'll be back."

That was all you wrote. You didn't specify when.

(next chapter.)

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TOJI

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୧ ♡ pairing ꒱   kamado tanjiro x gn!afab!reader

୧ ♡ synopsis ꒱   kamado tanjiro has patience like no other. try as you might, you can’t push his buttons. sometimes, less is more.

୧ ♡ content warnings ꒱   choking, impact play (ass + clit spanking), soft & condescending dom tanji, pet names (sweet angel, sweetheart, baby, pretty thing, angel, sweet baby), unrealistic cervix fucking, mindbreak, dumbification, daddy kink

୧ ♡ word count ꒱   5k

୧ ♡ author’s note ꒱   something about soft, condescending doms get me going. unedited. this is purely horny word vomit. any and all mistakes are mine; i’m not a native english speaker

𐐂 ── masterlist.

tanjiro is a kind, mild-mannered man. he doesn’t let things get to him so easily. try as you might, he won’t bat an eyelid when you throw petty little tantrums or act up. his response to you is simple: smile sweetly, pat your head, give you a kiss laced with pure love and adoration, then wrap one strong arm around you so that you can be close to him as he continues. not once does he ever treat you roughly, not even in bed. you have to be the one who asks him to be more brutish but you know he holds himself back when he does.

he doesn’t like hurting you at all but you want to be hurt.

you want the stinging pain that comes with every smack of his hand against your ass. you want to feel him abuse your insides and turn your brain into mush. you want the calloused texture of his palms gripping cruelly onto your body as he pounds recklessly into you. you want him to mock you and tease you as you struggle to form sentences.

you want him to break you into pieces then put you back together lovingly and you’ll do anything that you can to push the right buttons until you get what you want.

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˖ ࣪⊹ Y/N is not real. Stop attacking writers because you don't like where you think the direction of 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 story is headed or how it's progressing. It ruins the fun for everyone. It's sad seeing so many talented writers quit and so many good stories go unfinished because some of you lack the patience to let it progress. There is no justification for personally attacking someone because something in their work isn't going your way.

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Contains: Jujutsu Kaisen (x21), Haikyuu (x5), Attack On Titan (x3), My Hero Academia (x1), Demon Slayer (x1)

𝟏. 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - Suguru Getou

𝟐. 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Wakatoshi Ushijima

𝟑. 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 - Shouta Aizawa

𝟒. 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Satoru Gojo

𝟓. 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Hiromi Higuruma

𝟔. 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Eren Yeager

𝟕. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟖. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 - Kento Nanami

𝟗. 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Tooru Oikawa

𝟏𝟎. 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 - Suguru Getou

𝟏𝟏. 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Levi Ackerman

𝟏𝟐. 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Satoru Gojo

𝟏𝟑. 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - Tengen Uzui

𝟏𝟒. 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - Kento Nanami

𝟏𝟓. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 - Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri

𝟏𝟔. 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - Erwin Smith

𝟏𝟕. 𝐃𝐨𝐦/𝐒𝐮𝐛 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟏𝟖. 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - Satoru Gojo

𝟏𝟗. 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Naoya Zenin

𝟐𝟎. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Hajime Iwaizumi

𝟐𝟏. 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Kiyoomi Sakusa

𝟐𝟐. 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟐𝟑. 𝐂𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Kento Nanami ft. Satoru Gojo

𝟐𝟒. 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Shoko Ieiri

𝟐𝟓. 𝐖𝐚𝐱 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟐𝟔. 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - Koutarou Bokuto

𝟐𝟕. 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Sukuna

𝟐𝟖. 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟐𝟗. 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Kento Nanami

𝟑𝟎. 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Suguru Getou

𝟑𝟏. 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 - JJK Men

You watch as Levi does push ups, his shirt was soaked by sweat, it was very warm outside and he has been working out for at least an hour now, he looked so good. When he finishes he looks over at you on the bench and approches you, his eyes running open and down your body tho his expression stays the same. "Here." You throw him a water and he easily catches the flask, sweat running down his biceps. He takes a sip before taking a seat beside you, his hand resting on your thigh. "How long have you been watching me?" Levi is aware that you love watching him work out, you always did even before you two got together. "Enough to let you have your way with me right now." That gets a slight eyebrow raise from him. "Hope you're not saying that just for a fucking show."

And oh boy you didn't, Levi's hand was over your mouth as you were facing the bookshelf while he was pouding you hard. You grabbed the wood tightly, eyes rolling back each time his cock hit your spot. The library wasn't the best place to have sex but Levi was too eager to wait. "Atta girl. Always taking my cock so well." He grunts, his other hand squeezing your breast, his thrusts getting more erratic. He spins you around and quickly pins your back against the shelf, his hands spreading your legs pulling up up and keeping you against the bookcase as he continued to fuck you hard. Your lips meet in a fierce kiss, his tongue immediately making it's way to your mouth, few books fall off the shelves when Levi speeds up. "Fuck...your pussy feels so fucking good..." He grunts between hot kisses, his abs clench when your nails tug on his shirt. You bite his lower lip when your walls clench around him and you cum, your legs shake slightly but Levi isn't letting you down. "Aww you think I am done with you? How cute. I'll continue fucking you until you can't walk, princess."