𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 | Toji Fushiguro

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

chastity

cw: levi x afab reader, submissive and breedable levi, ceo levi, blowjobs, office sex, dirty talk

word count: 4.1k

this is dedicated to @bibblelevi <3 mainly because without them i would never have sparked the idea or become feral over sub levi :D

The cl ick click click of your kitten heels against the marble floors echoed throughout the brightly lit office building you walk through. At the end of the hall, a man welcomes you as he opens the door to the elevator up to the 20th floor. It’s not the first time he’s seen you, nor would it be the last.

On the way up that elevator, you ensured your makeup was flawlessly set, that every crease on your tight dress was smoothed out, especially along the low v-cut around your breast, and your hair was fluffed to perfection.

It’s around 3pm. You had the luxury of finding some time to waste and visit your boyfriend just a couple floors up. Throughout the year or so since he got this new job, it was always a pleasure to come pay him sporadic visits when you could.

And honestly, it was highly amusing to see the mesmerizing gape’s on his employer’s faces when you strutted through that work floor.

Everyone loved it when you came to visit. And when you say everyone, that includes the men, the women, and any other helpful staff needed to run such a wealthy business.

You bask in the information they share with you, claiming how soft your man has gone since the two of you had met. It made you blush the first time you heard it, as well as when you hear it now, years later.

When you step out of that elevator, you stop for just a second to small-talk with the floor’s receptionist. Petra, is her name. You’re sure she actually had a little crush on your man, but you couldn’t blame her. He’s such a catch.

Two younger men who also worked under your boyfriend, Eren and Jean, are always delighted to see you and happen to greet you at the reception’s desk. Their mouths practically leak with drool as you entertain them for a couple minutes. You follow them to their desks parallel to each other, leaning over their shoulders to see what they're working on, and giving them a whiff of your expensive perfume their boss buys for you.

“You look amazing today, miss.” Jean comments, leaning back in his chair while his eyes practically fuck you.

“Yeah, it’s a real treat, for sure.” Eren butts in with that iconic boyish grin on his face.

Their rivalry is so apparent, they even try to one-up each other in the compliments they give you. It’s laughable, but oh so cute.

It isn’t until you hear a click of the tongue that the boys straighten up in front of you. As you turn around, you’re delighted to see the man of the day. Dressed in a black slacks, a white button up shirt, and sleeves folded up to his forearms, you flutter your lashes at him.

Levi Ackerman. CEO of Scout’s Enterprise, owner of several hundred stocks, and most importantly owner of your heart, body and soul.

“Hi, baby.” You coo, reaching your hands out to place them on his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Any attention you gave to the two boys behind you is long diminished now and reserved for your man.

Several snickers are heard around the cubicles as they watch you unfold your loving wrath on the important man. Levi takes hold of your hands and grimaces, giving you a knowing look. You know he doesn’t like when you coddle him in front of his employees, they tease him.

You just can’t help it though. You’re so inlove with him.

“Break time. Get some lunch.” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “And leave me the fuck alone of my break, will ya?” He adds, narrowing his eyes at the youngins.

Levi places a hand dangerously low on your back as he leads you to his personal office. His large door closes behind you two, completely drowning out the conversations on the main floor. As you stride towards the mahogany desk, you take note of the stacks of papers, binders, cup holders meant for expensive pens labeled with Levi’s name, and a well dusted picture frame of you two from a while back.

You initially gave it to him as a joke, Levi hated taking pictures when you two met. One date, you managed to snap a picture with him, and you suppose he took a liking to it. You smile at the frame, taking it in your hands and reminiscing on the particular day it was taken.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks, hands in his pockets and facing you. For 30, Levi still looks as handsome as he did when you met him years ago.

You shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.” You reply, placing the frame back down in it’s respectable spot.

Levi teeters over to you slowly, and you watch him like a hawk. A smile forms on your lips as he starts timidly wrapping his arms around you and pushing your face to his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs.

You smirk. “What was that, dear?”

“You heard me, you brat.” He huffs, his breath is hot against the exposed part of your chest. “Don’t be silly.”

You giggle. “It’s not silly for a girl to want to hear her boyfriend misses her.”

“Mm.” He responds with a small noise, rubbing your back with his strong hands. He tilts his head back and takes a nice look at you.

“You look great.” He compliments, eyes hungrily staring at your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh, taking his hand in yours and placing it against your cheek.

Your love language is touch. Which was unfortunate at the beginning of your relationship because Levi could barely stand next to you when he met you. Now? He can’t keep his hands off of you for his nor your sake. Any time spent together, you’re practically begging for his touch. And slowly, he learned to adapt to that.

A sudden knock on the door earns a scowl from the ravenette. Rudely, he calls out to whoever's on the other side. “Who the fuck is it?”

A small, timid figure emerges from behind that door. A blonde with golden hair and a cute face. Armin, you think his name is.

“I’m— m’ really sorry, sir. I just need to get a signature on this before 3PM.” He recites with a soft voice, offering a clipboard towards his boss.

“Why wasn’t this brought earlier, Arlert?” Levi barks, snatching the clipboard from the blonde’s dainty hands. He takes one of those pens printed with his name and scribbles an unintelligible sort of cursive. He looks at you, probably to see if you can believe the audacity of this intern but is surprised when your eyes have gone into a roll.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Armin squeaks, he bows at Levi. “Uh— enjoy your lunch!” He squeaks, hightailing it out of the room as soon as he’s gotten what he’s needed and closing the door behind him.

Levi sighs, and turns back to you with a squint. “What’s up?”

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Levi gladly elaborates. “I must be blind or something or I caught you rolling your eyes when that brat was in here.”

You laugh. “Oh, that.”

Levi’s eye twitches as you fail to explain yourself. “Well?”

You move from Levi’s desk with a sigh. Levi Ackerman is such a respectable man. He's a role model, a businessman, a diamond in the rough, if you will. He talks big because he knows his worth, and everyone obeys him because they have no interest in ever crossing him.

Except you.

“Everyone was looking at you, you know?“ He says, interrupting your train of thought as he grabs your cheeks in the palm of one hand. You smile as you realize he’s trying to change the subject, nervously because you failed to give him an answer to his previous question.

“Yes,” You nod. ”They always do. Why? Bothered, baby?” Your words come out muffled and Levi chuckles at the plush of your face squished between his fingers.

“I don’t give a damn what you wear.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets go on your face.“But I do mind what those fucking idiots daydream about in their head.” He strides to stand behind his desk. “Stop entertaining those fuckers.”

You turn yourself around and stand. “Who? Eren and Jean?” You say innocently.

“I said fuckers, didn’t I?”

You chuckle. “You don’t have to be so mean to them.” You inform him, pushing some strands of hair from your face. “And besides, it’s fun. They’re very easy to fluster.” You mention, tip-toeing your fingers up his firm chest. He fights demons to focus on your face and not your breasts that are so perfectly displayed in front of him. “Kind of reminds me of someone, don’t you think?”

Levi’s not down for the get down. He tenses up, shakes his head and starts putting together some papers, ignoring you. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. It’s comical the way your voice sounds so pure, but your eyes say “don’t fuck with me.”

The ravenette says nothing. He simply shakes his head. “Mm.”

This makes you laugh, you just can’t help it. And as beautiful as your laugh is to your boyfriend, he knows when he’s made a mistake.

“Baby, you seem.. worked up.” You purr. The click of your heels on his floor lessen as you close in on him. Now, you’ve pushed him into a corner between his chair and you. You stand before him, ass pressed against his desk and a hand stationed to his chest.

You maintain eye contact with him like a predator hunts their prey.

“I’m starting to believe there is something bothering you.” You coo, looking him up and down and motioning him to take a seat in that big chair of his. He obeys, of course.

He sinks into submission as he’s guided into that leather. He bites his tongue, not wanting to mouth off because he knows the consequences of talking back. It’s part of the reason he’s at this point in the first place.

The truth is, he is bothered. It’s apparent with the way he feels blood rushing to his groin as he subconsciously spreads his legs.

“Baby.. it’s been three days. Can you please take it off?” He whines.

This pleases you in such a dark way, you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Oh, do you have manners now?” Your eyes trail down his body and lock on the small tent that has become more noticeable over the past minute.

Just under the fabric of his expensive slacks, and his expensive belt, encases a beautiful cock locked behind a chastity.

Levi grits his teeth as you stare down his pathetic face. He’s needy, and you don’t blame him. Your poor baby had been locked up for three days, that’s the longest he’s ever gone without a release.

“Well?” You taunt, kicking off your heels and settling on his desk. You work your feet up his pant leg, giggling at the way your stockings feel against the fabric. It tickles.

“I’m.. a little worked up.” He admits, watching how delicious your legs look in those black tights. He adores the way the sheen darkens where your legs and feet curve.

“And who’s fault is that?” Your feet make it’s detour toward his crotch. Gently, you hover your soles over his zipper and rub.

Levi grunts at just the smallest bit of friction. His hips buck, just like a bitch in heat. “It’s my fault.”

“What did you do wrong, Levi? Explain.” You ask, simultaneously adding more pressure to where he needs it most. It becomes a fun game of push and pull as he chases your touch with his pelvis.

“I was mean.” He mumbles. “But I’m sorry, I can be good now, I swear.” His pleads are like a symphony to your ears.

There’s nothing sexier than a man in a suit submitting to a little old you.

If you were less horny, and more capable of thinking straight, you’d probably tease him to death. But with Levi being locked up, you had to resort to toys to satisfy your needs and right now, you admit you need him just as much as he needs you.

“Really? You’ll be good?” You ask, extending your leg to land on his shoulder. He revels in your proximity and the view of lack of panties on your part.

“Yes, I p-promise.” He cries.

You slowly blink at his riled up figure, panting and red to the face. “Come show me how good that tongue is,” You spread your legs across his desk. “And then, we’ll talk about how good you’ve been.”

Levi is pouncing at you before you can even finish your sentence. He rushes to the floor, uncaring how rough the surface beneath his knees and goes straight to worshipping your soft legs.

He starts to kiss your calves, all while massaging your feet, relishing in the touch of your stockings. Slowly, he moves farther up your legs, making sure to not let a patch go unkissed. His lips are wet against the fabric, creating small patches of darkened cloth around your legs.

As he worships your bottom, your heart flutters at his determination to make you feel good. If there’s one thing Levi is known for, it's his will of paying attention to the things around him. Through this, he’s learned to be such an attentive lover to you, maybe too attentive at times but there’s no room to complain about that.

Levi knows what makes you tick and right now, you are ticking.

It was more a treat for him than you to decide to leave the house with no panties. Though you weren’t planning on having hot office sex on your boyfriend’s desk during his lunch break, you were thinking of the possibility. Luckily, Levi’s more than happy to have you in front of him all pretty like this. There’s something about the way your pussy being pressed against the lace of your tights that has him unable to stop himself from placing featherlight kisses on the area.

This act alone prys a small mew from your throat. His lips are so delicate against you.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, spreading your legs further apart. You find a comfortable position to place your legs on his shoulders and lean back on your elbows. You glance at his paperwork still lounging on his desk and chuckle. They’ll be long gone to the floor in no time.

Levi peers up at your face through the valley of your breasts, the sight only prompts him to kiss your pussy harder and needier. He moans against it, becoming frustrated he can’t actually feel it and roughly rips a whole in just the right place.

You raise a brow at him, slightly saddened for your stockings. He notices and blinks. “I’ll buy you a whole drawer of new ones.” He promises, then dives his tongue into your cunt.

The thought of promised clothing in your mind has vanished as you feel his hot tongue on you. “A-ah!” You squeak, surprised by the sudden pressure.

Levi smirks, then allows saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from his lips in an attempt to lather you up.

The way your pussy glistens in the light of his office sends waves of pleasure to his groin. He needs to get out of the cage and fast. And the assumed way is suspected to be by your pussy and his mouth.

Quickly, Levi flattens his muscle along your core, licking a nice and sensual stroke up and down to get you wanting more.

You buck your hips at him, beckoning for more and he gives it to you with no question. As he swirls around your folds, he grips your thighs harder to keep you still. You bring a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest to suppress the noises that dare escape your mouth.

“Fu—fuck. Baby, baby..” You whisper, nervously glancing at the door.

Had this not been your boyfriend’s job, you wouldn’t give a damn about making a peep. But even with people on their lunch break, there’s still a risk someone could have stayed behind.

Levi works your clit heavenly with circling fingers, causing your juices to escape your hole for only a quick second until his mouth is on it to eagerly lap up any spillage. He cycles this routine for minutes, causing you to nearly fall over the edge until he comes to an abrupt stop.

“You gotta take me out of this.” Levi whines, he places lazy kisses outside of your labia as he unbuckles his belt. “Please say you brought the key.”

You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips against your puffy and aroused womanhood. “In my purse.” You mumble drunkenly, pointing to the corner of the room where your belongings lay. Levi quickly gets up, eager to be free as he rummages through the familiar bag. After all, he’s the one who bought you the purse.

He strides back to you, a silver key in, and hands the item to you. You take it with no begging and watch him undress his lower half. He looks at you once he’s finished, and you blink back.

His cock is strained against the metal, probably hot to the touch from wearing it for three days aside from bathing and using the restroom obviously. You bite your lips, smiling at the way it begs to be freed.

You dangle the metal key in your fingers. “I’m giving you one chance, baby.”

Levi nods in an instant, clearly ready to be free from the cage.

“Enough back talk, or next time, I’m leaving you in this for a week and forcing you to watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You warn, scooting up to the edge of his desk and grabbing the lock.

“Am I making myself clear?” You firmly ask.

“Yes, ma’am.” He promptly answers.

There’s a small clicking noise, and then voila, he’s free.

Levi’s cock practically inflates and springs into action as he’s no longer under the metal restraint. He moans at your delicate touch pumping his reddened cock.

“So sensitive now, huh?” You tease him, rubbing your palm against the head of his dick.

He nods, knitting his brows together and moans. “F-fuck...shit.”

Levi leans back with you as you hop down from his desk, immediately falling to your knees and catching a glimpse of his enlightened face when he realizes what you’re doing. He shifts, walks back to his chair and plops down. His hand meets your cheek as you crawl over to his lap. There, you kiss his hips, then move to his definite v-line.

Levi’s a squirming mess beneath your touch. His dick is twitching in anticipation as you lick a small stripe up the underneath of his balls, something that drives him insane.

“Hah..” He pants profanities and other unintelligible words as you lap him up good.

You revel in his guttural moans, determined to induce a choir of sweet nothings to satisfy your ears. “You sound so precious, Levi.” You purr against his cock.

“Please..”

“Please what? What do you need?”

He whines as he feels the heat of your mouth barely grasping his length. “Please suck me..”

You chuckle. “You’re being so good, telling me what you want.”

He nods his head in agreement, but you’re sure he’s just too dumb to comprehend a proper answer. It’s adorable when he’s like this. So vulnerable and willing to be at your beck and call.

“Be good and stay still.” You tell him just before sinking your mouth around the tip of his cock.

He squirms, but he’s tolerating it as much as he can for being someone that’s been locked up for 72 hours.

Despite the wetness of your tongue, Levi’s soaked at his tip with pre cum. Levi is a leaker, and he used to be embarrassed about it up until you admitted how much you liked the taste of him. After that, he knew never to be ashamed of his bodily fluids. “So sweet.” You comment. “Like always.”

In a silent answer, Levi’s cock pulsates against your tongue. You hum around the length, letting the vibrations add the right amount of pleasure. He groans a little too loud.

“You better keep quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you sounding like a whore?”

He whimpers as quietly as he can. He knows you’re right but you don’t have to sound so sexy while you tell him.

You slowly lower him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to help sheath any exposed cock that your mouth can’t quite get at the moment.

Levi shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you start to bob your head around him. He’s in pure euphoria when you lazily grab his hand to snake through your hair.

Your hair is so soft in between his fingers. It fucks him up. You in general are just so soft and sweet, and being given the right to defile you actually makes him harder. He doesn’t mind being whored out by you, he could live the rest of his life happy this way.

You’re making a mess, and you’re making it fast. Spit and pre cum have spilled out from beyond your lips and dripped down his pelvis. The sensation tickles his balls, making him moan in bliss.

This alone has him close.

“Baby, I—“

You shush him as you come up for air. “I know, I know. You’re close, hm?”

His brows are knitted together when he nods a yes.

“Good. You know when to ask permission, right? Or are you too dumb off my mouth to remember?” You wait for his answer with your hands gliding up and down his slick cock. You even rub a thumb against his slit.

He struggles to answer but eventually, he lets out a, “I can.. I can remember.”

“Good boy.”

He can hear the smile on your lips.

Nothing prepared him for the way you latch onto his cock and suck the soul out of him. With your hand preoccupied with his balls, you have no way to stop the way he grips your hair in both hands and whines. Your tongue swirls around any veins you can find, and tears start to shed as you push your throat’s limits into fitting his beautiful cock down your windpipe.

The tightness of your throat winds him up. He has no control of the way he throbs and swells around you.

“I— Can I, fuck, can I cum?” He cries, loud and uncaring for who hears.

“Cum for me, Levi.” You reply roughly as you tear away from his cock. You’re back around him in an instant as he shakes deeper down your throat.

“A—ah fuck!” He yelps, keeping your head still with his grip as he cums hard with an insane shudder. His seed travels hot and thick down your throat, with the remaining liquid dripping down his tip when you pull away to swallow.

Levi’s is fucked out on his chair, spewing absolute nonsense as you lap up whatever cum you’ve missed. He traces along the side of your face with his fingers, smiling and content.

“I love you.” He gushes, voice hoarse and deep.

You smile into his palm, nuzzling his strong hand. “I love you.” You whisper back.

With a couple seconds to recoup, Levi is quick to stand and bring you with him. His stamina startled you in the beginning of your relationship, but now, you’ve learned he only needs so long before he’s up and running again.

Levi discards his papers on his desk with a flick and makes room to place you down comfortably. He kisses you with great passion, taking your breath away as well as your right to speak. You mumble a noise against his plush lips.

“Hm?” He mumbles.

“Lunch break is almost over.” You reply, an anxious smile takes over your mouth.

“It’s fine.” He insists. He places soft kisses against the sensitive part of your neck, instantly pushing you into submission. “It’s your turn now, kitten.”

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 '𝟐𝟐

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𝟐. 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Wakatoshi Ushijima

𝟑. 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 - Shouta Aizawa

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𝟕. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - Toji Fushiguro

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𝟗. 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Tooru Oikawa

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𝟏𝟏. 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Levi Ackerman

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be good and behave.

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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THIS IS SO ADORABLE IM GON CRY

bonten taking care of their children

notes ; it’s been a while , and i miss you guys🫶🏻 sorry for leaving you guys without any words from me :(

yuannaoi new art 🤯

chaos

platonic! jujutsu kaisen x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! fem! reader

masterlist

"your daughter is the scarlet witch. a being not born, but forged from chaos.

she's unique from the rest of her versions. it intrigues me to find out what path she will take in this one. will she ask me to mentor her again? will she create another reality? who knows? it's exciting and frightening at the same time."

synopsis:

you were the youngest child of fushiguro, toji.

you were also born with exceptional cursed energy, or so they thought.

before your father took his last breath, he left you in gojo's care.

little did you know that it was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster of chaos and heart attacks for you and your father-figure, gojo satoru.

warning:

major manga/anime spoilers—along with wandavision, mcu wanda maximoff in general; themes of angst, sad and fluff.

this is going to be a crack themed series, consisting of scenarios and headcanons as requested :) do note that the portrayal of the jjk characters might be ooc!

there is no accurate timeline or year gaps so please don't attack me with "why is scarlet bb fushiguro still a baby when gojo got her around the time toji died, and then cue timeskip". this is a oneshot series and a crossover, and all of it is dependent on the request sent at my inbox :D

check requests status and about & masterlist before requesting.

inspiration:

this oneshot series is inspired by @thera-daydreams' the sweet old lady is a witch series, along with the amount of platonic headcanons and scenarios i've read under 'jjk x reader' tags. ya'll better check out thera's series, it is well-written and highly recommended to read and reblog :)

playlist:

kiss later, yeojin/loona

russian roulette, red velvet

baby shark, pinkfong

sports, beach bunny

the feels, twice

the collection:

general headcanon — reader goes missing for a week ; reader goes to jujutsu high and kicks ass ; reader makes people see their fears ; reader tearfully wants a mommy ; reader has trouble making friends ; reader's obsession with the baby shark song ; reader remembers who toji is to her ; reader gets rid of gravity in her sleep ; reader's mental manipulation ; possible evil! reader in the making? ; evil! reader part two ; reader loses her first tooth ; how reader spends christmas ; reader wants to marry ; reader's first boyfriend ; reader's domain expansion ; reader gets exhausted after using chaos magic too much ; reader's first crush ; reader gets attacked by people who wants her powers ; reader's birthday celebration at disneyland ; reader's first heartbreak ; reader gets jealous ; reader on her period ; reader's first cuss word

jjk students — 1st years + sukuna babysit reader ; 1st years loses the reader in public ; 2nd years + yuta babysits reader ; reader accidentally teleports to where yuta is

brother! fushiguro megumi — megumi with a clingy! reader ; a day with megumi ; megumi meets you for the first time ; megumi and gojo sees someone confessing to teenager reader

sister! fushiguro tsumiki — general headcanon for sister! tsumiki

dad! gojo satoru — general headcanon for dad! gojo ; gojo meets reader for the first time ; gojo finds out the truth ; reader gets in trouble by gojo ; gojo takes care of sick! reader ; gojo takes a week off because reader missed him ; reader gets scared of insane/feral!gojo ; gojo nearly loses reader ; reader magics gojo ; gojo raises his voice at reader ; jealous! gojo fights toji ; gojo becomes clingy and whiny when reader gets a boyfriend ; gojo neglects reader ; gojo's nighttime routine with reader ; gojo being too overprotective and controlling

uncle! nanami kento — uncle! nanami headcanons ; nanami meets reader for the first time ; nanami and gojo helps reader overcome her fear

dad! fushiguro toji — dad! toji headcanons ; reader meets toji ; reader prefers toji instead of the others ; toji fights gojo for reader

platonic! ryomen sukuna — sukuna babysits reader ; sukuna babysits reader part two

uncle! geto suguru — uncle! geto suguru headcanon ; geto, jogo & mahito meets reader ; geto takes reader home

mama-figure! iori utahime — reader calls utahime mama ; reader asks utahime and gojo when are they going to kiss

other versions of reader that is either older or not a fushiguro — older and gojo reader ends up in baby fushiguro's universe ; reader meets the older and other version of themselves ; reader travels to a parallel universe ; reader meets the other gojo and scarlet witch who happens to be his younger sister

jjk x tokyorev — reader meets and joins tokyo manji gang ; teenager reader is dating sano manjiro ; reader and the first years save toman from a curse

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

eren x fem!reader

cw: breeding kink, praise kink, slight degrading? -cocky encouragement-, committed relationship, rainy day sex.

summary: Eren having crazy baby fever

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it all started a week ago.

when Eren asked if you ever wanted to have babies

his babies in particular

"Yeah" you answered shortly. the idea crosses your mind frequently in your relationship, you weren't married but you've been together for so long you might as well be.

all week he talked about it, leading to right now, having his head under your shirt and on your stomach as he rubbed your hips soothingly

"Cafummyeyseysnow?" his muffled voice asked, it's 7 in the morning and he wanted to get cuddled, opting to get his scalped massaged as he rubbed his face into your stomach

"I didn't understand a thing you just said" you giggled, Eren popped out of your shirt, a flustered mess as he repeated myself

"Can you have my babies now?"

your eyes winded and he just buried himself into your chest, his nose rubbing against the valley of your clothed breast

"What's with you and this baby fever?" you grinned as you went back to rubbing his scalp

you felt a hand travel to your stomach as it tugged on the waistband of your shorts

"Eren Jaeger" You warned with a smile on your face

"whaaat?" he whined, acting innocent as if he wasn't just trying to shove his hands down your pants

"you really wanna get me knocked up?" you grinned as you held his head in your palms, he gave you a weak nod in return

"fine, go ahead" you grabbed his hand and put it on your lower stomach as you waited

"what? you're the one that said you wanted to get me pregnant so, go ahead big guy, get me pregnant"

***

you didn't know what you were getting yourself into.

here you are, laid out on the bed as he slid himself in

the cloudy morning rain spitting on the window as he slowly fucked himself into you

he just got done fingering you, getting you wet enough so he can slip his cock in with ease

he watched how your titties bounced when he thrusted into you, deciding to latch his mouth around your nipple as he warmed the other one up with his palm

your fingers grasping around his strands as his thrusts became faster

with a loud pop your nipple was released from his lips, deciding to connect them with yours instead

a deep groan escaped from his mouth and into yours, breaking the kiss to mutter filthy things into your ear

"so fucking pretty" he thrusted deeper into you, a high pitched whine slipping from your lips as your nails sink into his back

"gonna fill you up, fill that fucking pussy up with my cum" he spat out as his hips began to pick up speed

"you wanna become swollen with my child? leaking titties and a baby bump?"

"yes! yes! Eren!" you cried out, you felt him smirk before his canine ripped through the skin of your neck making you whimper

his cock pulsating in your pussy finally hit that one spot that had you screaming

his nails scratched at your creamy thighs, loving the way they shook as he fucked his way through your aching pussy

"mm, not gonna last long, baby" he moaned as he held you close, your warm cunt squeezing around him as you were just as close

"fuck, m'cumming" you mumbled as you were completely fucked out

the feeling of his thick dick drowning in your choking cunt had the room spinning, the pleasure was unreal

"that's right baby, cum on my cock" he let out a whine as you tightened around him, cumming on him with dazed eyes and flushed face

he didn't stop tho, so close to his on release he let out the cutest high pitch moan as you were practically milking his cock

"fuck- just like that baby squeeze my cock" he mumbled before shooting his seed into you

sweaty bodies collapsing together as you tried to catch your breath, Eren kissed the bruises on your neck before whispering in your ear sweet praises

"'m so proud of you baby, such a good girl, hm?" you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his plumped swollen lips

***

after a hot and much-needed shower, you both got out to see the rain hasn't slowed down...you laid down and motioned for Eren to lay with you

with his head in your chest and your fingers in his strands, you felt that sneaky hand travel down to your lower stomach, but this time, soothingly cupping it with his thumb rubbing it in circler motions

as an image with you and his baby on your hip, a smile was glued to his lips

"what?" you giggled as you played with his locks

"nothing," he licked his lips as he looked up to you with a mischievously adorable grin

"it's just...you would be the hottest mom"

.

AHHH TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!! 💞 also, Happy Women's Day! it's been so long scene I've written a fic for yall!! I hope you enjoyed it! ♡

꒰ 𐙚 it's so lonely in my mansion — jjk men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : you've always gotten whatever you've wanted, and it doesn't stop with the men you're interested in.

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, richgirl!reader, pool boy!gojo, private chef!suguru, ceo!nanami, age gap ( reader is in her early 20s, characters are in their mid 20s to early 30s ), fingering, missionary, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doggy

౨ৎ note : first multi-chara fic in a bit ! it's a bit shorter than what i usually write i think bc i needed to do a bio and cogsci lectures right after but please enjoy ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

❥₊ ⊹ "o-oh fuck!" you moan out, your little frilly pink bathing suit was thrown somewhere haphazardly and your breasts press against the strong plains of satoru's bare chest.

you were staying at your parent's summer house in the hamptons, it's upkeep being done completely by the hired staff. but one member of them would always catch your attention.

snowy white hair with matching long lashes, bright cerulean eyes, and a body that's hard to take your mind off of.

satoru had recently been hired to take care your olympic-sized pool, and you certainly were not complaining at the free (not really free) show that came with him cleaning it.

every time you knew he was coming over to do some work, you'd be out sunbathing, doing pilates, or "homework" outside. and every time you'd ask him for help with something.

your sweet voice would call him over, pouty lips and big eyes stare up at him and ask him, ever so innocently, "satoruuu... can you help me with this?"

which led to where you were right now. after about 2 weeks of asking him for his help, you finally asked him if he could, "pretty please put sunscreen on my back?"

you were flipped over on your stomach, laying on a lounge chair with your skimpy pink bikini bottoms doing absolutely nothing to cover your ass and you swore you could hear him gulp loudly.

his large hands massaged the lotion into your back, getting lower and lower until he stopped right where the string of your bottoms were.

confused, you whip your head around to see why he stopped before turning back over to face him.

"fuck..." you heard him sigh under his breath before hastily pressing his lips onto yours. "you're such a fucking tease."

satoru wasted no time ripping your swimsuit off, one hand coming up to pinch one of your nipples while the other crept towards your aching heat.

his lithe fingers brush against your folds before his thumb finally presses on your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

satoru continues his ministrations on your pussy until he feels your hand wrap around his wrist, making him stop his movements. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced throughout his voice.

"no..." you mumble. "i just want you to fuck me now."

satoru lolls his head backwards and groans, "fuck, baby... you don't know what you do to me. don't know how long i've wanted to fuck you and this pretty pussy."

"then do it." you chide, getting impatient.

hurriedly, satoru removes his black board shorts, his cock springs free. the tip is flushed pink with precum leaking from it.

satoru's hands grab at the fat of your hips, pulling you down the lounge chair and making your ass flush against his his own hips.

you squirm against him, desperate for friction then whimpering when your clit bumps against the head of his dick.

"patient, princess." a small smirk pulls on his pink lips as he watches you pout up at him.

"put it in already." you groan, getting more and more impatient.

and though satoru does like how horny you are for him, he's almost sure that he's more turned on then you are. he swears he's never been this hard before.

he leans down, his arms caging you in as his cock sinks into you. "stop squeezing me... can hardly move." he moans.

"c-can't," you gasp, feeling him stretch your pussy. "you're s'big..."

your ears were ringing and stars blurred your vision, the way he was splitting you open was deliciously sinful.

satoru lets out a low moan before pulling out almost completely, only leaving the tip in before thrusting his full length in.

"oh my god!" you cry out, your manicured fingers wrap around his torso and dig into his pale skin.

his pace was relentless, the feeling of his thick cock dragging inside your walls and his tip continously pressing that gooey spot in you was overwhelming paired with his balls slapping against your ass.

you were on the brink of your orgasm, feeling the build-up in your tummy. "g'nna cum—" your sobs turn into near screams as you feel one of satoru's hands creep down and rub your puffy clit.

"cum for me. cum on my cock, god, baby please cum. c-can feel you squeezing me, oh fuck." he babbles, not entirely sure of what he was saying but he knew one thing, and it was that he was going to make sure he got to fuck you every chance he got before you left for school again.

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

❥₊ ⊹ though you have all the money you need to buy new purses, clothes, and sports cars, money simply could not buy you cooking skills. after countless of cooking classes for beginners (and dozens of burnt meals), your parents decided to hire a private chef for you. and that chef was suguru.

he was there to make whatever you wished for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which you appreciated but ever since he's come into your mansion, you've found yourself craving something... different.

and suguru could tell. each time you first came downstairs in the morning you were always in some silky pyjama set. dainty lace straps of the top would always be falling off of your shoulders where he'd see no bra strap causing his eyes to fall down to your breasts and he would see your pert nipples peeking through.

but this time, you had come downstairs in a tiny little pyjama dress that did not cover your ass at all. suguru had asked you what you wanted for breakfast and you mumbled "pancakes" quietly, still trying to wake up.

you brushed past him to open a top cupboard, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a cup, your dress moving upwards and showcasing your -- oh my god you weren't wearing any panties.

suguru held back a groan at the sight of your bare pussy before muttering a quiet "fuck it" and you felt his large hands grip your hips, flipping you around to face him before he urgently pressed his lips into yours.

soon enough, he has you bare with your ass sitting on the cold marble countertops. black tufts of hair tickle your inner thighs while your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure.

suguru licks a strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit. then one of his hands creeps closer to your heat and a thick finger plunges into you causing you to moan out.

your hands grab at his hair, pulling at the roots and he moans against you. his fingers work wonders in you, each thrust calculated and precise. every press from the digits would hit that sweet spot that made your ears ring.

his mouth was the opposite of his fingers, wrapped around your clit slurping loudly and messily. his moans made you press his face deeper into your cunt, basically riding his face.

"cum on my face, pretty girl..." he looks up at you, alluring eyes looking at your own. "know you've been wanting to, i'll let you, baby.”

you let out a strangled cry and grind quicker against his face, clit bumping against his nose. your cries get higher in pitch until finally the dam breaks and you orgasm all over suguru's face yet he never once stops his ministrations. his mouth continues to work your clit and his fingers are still fucking into you.

you were about to be thrown into another mind-numbing orgasm, tears lining your eyes and you sobbed out in overstimulation until the high was ripped away from you.

"w-what?" you looked up at suguru, confused.

"this time, you're gonna cum on my cock instead," he says before you hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor.

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

❥₊ ⊹ he knew he had an important meeting. knew it was with your father, but here nanami is, balls deep in his competitors daughter, whispering about how much he loves you.

you were bent over his large desk, your head facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. cute little tweed skirt pushed above your hips and your gucci monogrammed fishnet tights had a hole ripped out from the crotch.

when kento had ripped the hole, you gasped, ready to give him an earful of how hard it was for you to get those but you were quickly cut off by feeling his thick cock split you open accompanied by his strained voice saying, "i'll just get you another pair... another dozen if i get to do this to you..."

his hands were grabbing at your ass, while his eyes watched it recoil with each thrust of his hips. your pussy was dragging him in deeper, squeezing him impossibly tighter, it took everything in kento to not cum early, he needed to make sure you came at least twice before he does.

the sinful noise of skin against skin, accompanied by hushed moans permeated the office. each thrust of his cock was deep and impactful, but the pace was still quick. as much as he would love to take his time with you, he can't today.

"love you, baby," he moans. "love you so much, g'nna marry you one day, i swear..." kento rolls his hips, the head of his length pressing that gooey spot in you.

you let out a mewl, freshly manicured nails gripping the mahogany wood of the desk. you fuck your hips back onto him, relishing in the sheer amount of pleasure your boyfriend was providing you.

wanting to see your face, nanami's strong arms reach around your torso and pulls you upward, your back arching. he has one strong hand against your jaw, making your head face him while his other hand slithers down to your sopping pussy.

"k-kiss me..." you struggle between moans. "please kiss me."

and kento obliges. he presses his lips to yours as his hand begins to rub hurried circles to your puffy clit, making you moan into his mouth.

the drag of his thick cock paired with the stimulation of your clit was addicting, you pull apart from the kiss and your eyes roll to the back of your head. kento was overwhelming your senses, he was everywhere you needed him and everywhere you wanted him.

as your impending orgasm catches up to you, your hand grips the wrist of the hand playing with your pussy, the blunt of your nails dig into the skin.

"i-i'm cumming!" you sob, cunt sucking his cock in deeper and coating it as well as his wrist in your arousal. "love you s'much kento!" words slurring, still riding out your orgasm.

"one more time, princess... need you to cum one more time." he groans in your ear, moving downwards to press open-mouth kisses to your neck. his cock still bullying your insides while his lithe fingers rub your little clit relentlessly.

"y-yes!" you gasp, chest heaving.

"that's it... cum for me..." he coos.

as you come down from your second high, your ears ring but as soon as you come to, you realize the ringing wasn't from them. but instead it was from your phone.

[ (1) MISSED CALL FROM : DAD ]

dad: Y/N.

dad: Where the hell are you?!

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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.

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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.)

Author's Note: Hehe? Cliffhanger? I wonder what happens in the Shibuya Incident of this fanfic... and where did you go? Who knows? Maybe you're already fighting some certain Special Grades... or a brain thing... or something else? Will you reveal your actual witchy self in the next chapter? What happens? I won't tell, of course. And finally, the 6 leading men of this fic are complete! See you in the next update! That is, if I survive my classes. 😉

Oh! And the next chapter probably won't be the last one yet. I'll have to think about what happens next when Reader shows her real form. 🤭

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