That’s Your Dad?!

toji fucks you like this. and even with all of the gasping and whining, you still squeeze him like your life depends on it, needy and determined to feel the pressure of his cock filling you up always.

he’ll press a kiss to your temple, one so soft that it directly contradicts the power behind his strokes as he murmurs “Look at my pretty fucking girl, taking it like a champ.”

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."

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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.

ᗢ▪︎ᗢ

"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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ooh how about scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader somehow meets toji. (spoiler warning) kind of like how megumi met toji in chapter 113.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets toji

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major manga/anime spoilers, sad theme

haven't done any jjk content in a long while so here it goes :) check out my tokyo revengers series entitled venom of you still haven't read it! sorry if it's quite short :(

it was a cold november and your father, gojo, decided to take you out that evening to treat you some kikufuku and enjoy the weather even if it hasn't snowed yet.

you were bundled with a scarf, a thick sweater, gloves, ear muffs, leggings and boots to keep you warm.

while waiting for your father to buy his and your favorite treat from the food stall, you couldn't help but wander around. you had gotten bored and he was taking too long. it was only (not) right for you to take a small walk.

with your chaos magic, not only were you able to see cursed spirits but ghosts. but this time, it wasn't geto's spirit. you saw a different one, a ghost that looked strange yet familiar at the same time—something about him made you beckoned towards him.

you made your way towards the ghost that was sitting on a bench under a lamp post. you didn't understand how or why you couldn't decipher who he actually was.

you watched with keen eyes as he lifted his sad gaze from the ground and to look at you, and when your eyes met. his eyes widened.

you mirrored his surprised expression, did you just spook a ghost?

"you can see me?"

"yeah?"

"you're not supposed to see me."

"i know, but it's kind of my thing you see.."

toji was impressed at the extent of your gift. he wanted to tell you how proud he was, but from the way you looked at him—he could tell you had forgotten him. you don't remember anything about him, because of you did, you would have already done a different reaction.

"why are you sad?"

"..."

toji wondered if empathy was part of your capabilities. it was a surprising for someone at your age to be able to read emotions or feelings—or maybe he was just being obvious?

a bit too obvious with what he was feeling. either way, you were right. sadness runs through him, as well as guilt and shame, and it worsened when he saw you standing right here and now.

it was a flurry of wild emotions. he was glad and relieved to see you alive and well. you had gotten a bit taller and you looked just like your mother, but you somewhat had your father's eyes too.

"ah! mister! why are you crying?"

"huh..?"

it took toji to realize that tears were rolling down his face the longer he stared at you. he didn't know what to say to you.

how was he going to tell you that he was your real father? how sorry he was for having to leave you and his other children behind?

then, it suddenly clicked him. toji remembered leaving you in gojo's care.

"what's your name?"

"huh? oh! my name's fushiguro, [name]!"

"fushiguro.."

with that, a smile graced on toji's lips. that was all he needed to hear. he was relieved to find out that even if gojo raised you, you still carried his name. it was a reminiscent of him after all.

"what about you? what's your name?"

"... i don't remember my name."

"oh, that sucks."

you frowned, it must not be nice to have forgotten something important like your own name. but then again, you couldn't blame him. he was a ghost.

perhaps, you could make him remember? with your chaos magic, maybe you do something. if you could just touch him and help him—

"kikufuku! there you are!"

before your hand could even reach the ghost, you were suddenly lifted from the ground. you looked up to come face-to-face with your worried father.

"what are you doing out here, baby? i've been looking everywhere for you! i got us kikufuku."

a part of toji wished that it was him who'd treat and call like you that, but at the same time it made him happy. happy to see that gojo satoru had fulfilled his promise.

not only did gojo looked after you, but he raised you with love and care which toji could tell from the way a bright smile beamed across your face as gojo pecked the top of your head, coddling you in his arms as he carried you.

you were whisked away by gojo who claimed that it was time for the two of you to go home since it has gotten colder. if only he knew it was because of the presence of a ghost nearby.

before you disappeared from his sight once again, you hunched over gojo's shoulder flashed toji a smile. the same, familiar smile you'd give him in the past, and waved him goodbye.

toji sat there, surprised, but a smile crept on his face not long after. he eventually returned your wave.

"goodbye, princess."

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇

yakuza boss!Gojo Satoru x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. after inheriting your family pastry shop, the troubles begin. who would have thought that the boss of such a dangerous organization would have a sweet tooth, and not only for sweets

cw. big dick!Gojo, size kink, fingerfucking, oral, creampie, mating press, full nelson, squirting, mirror sex - not a mirror but a window, praise, manhandling, doggy | wc. 6k

cw. yakuza!boss Toji, blackmail, noncon groping + kissing — Toji makes a short appearance, he is a rival of Satoru from another yakuza gang

an. Gojo falls hard — rbs + coms are appreciated — m.list

How did things turn out this way?

When grandpa was running the bakery everything was going well. Business was good, customers were always satisfied, and in just a few years he had made a name for himself. They called him ‘the King of Cakes’.

Then he was taken away by old age. The man who had raised you after the death of your parents, the man who had taken care of you, who had taught you the art of baking was suddenly gone.

Toraya Bakery had been his dream since he was a child. Once you got old enough he asked you to join and help him, he knew you were talented, maybe even more than him, but now that it’s in your hands you’re shattering it all. All his efforts are just falling on deaf ears.

A few weeks after grandpa’s death a large chain of dessert stores opened not far from your bakery. Even the most loyal customers had stopped showing up and you, in order to pay for the goods and the bills, had to take out a loan and now not even that loan can be paid off.

“I’m so sorry grandpa” you sob with documents of the last month’s payments in your hand, sitting at an empty table in the store.

Not a single customer came in today either. Yet the presentations at the windows are nice, they are the same ones that your grandpa taught you to set up. The flavor of the pastries is the same one you grew up with and learned to make, so what’s wrong?

While you are lost in your thoughts the bell that warns of the arrival of customers rings. The man who walks in looks completely out of place in your store.

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On your knees for me, like a slut /Sukuna Ryomen Drabble/ .o1

#WARNINGS: creaming, squirting, eating Sukuna's finger, being Sukuna's vessel, rough dicking down, dub-con, names (slut, whore)

#PLOT: sukuna fucks you in his domain for eating his fingers

#WORDS: 311

— Enjoy —

Cock buried deep inside your velvet walls, gushing and creaming around his shaft tenfold and letting out wanton moans from deep within your lungs, ones he loved. Sukuna's fangs dung into your shoulder as your rump slapped his pelvis in a deliciously lewd way as he forced his hips forward.

"You like that?" He questioned, a gleeful giggle added. "You ate my finger, this is what you get. You get to be fucked by the fattest cursed cock in the world, you little slut!"

Your cries were music to his ears, feeling your creaming pussy get pumped full with another load inside you. Grabbing your hips and pulling you back, using your little hole like a personal fucktoy, Sukuna laughed and laughed. Watching your fucked out eyes roll and tear up, cheeks flushed with drops of cum from Sukuna's earlier blowjob evident on your face.

"You look like such a whore for cock," Sukuna growled, his hips setting an unrelenting pace on your rear. "God, and to think that such a bitch in heat would eat my finger. At least I get a cute little fuck-hole while I'm reincarnated!"

Gasping for air, you cried out as another orgasm was ripped from your throat and your thighs shuttered. Shaking underneath the cursed spirit as he giggled and chuckled at your weak body.

"Can't take more than a few seconds til you cum, eh? That's OK, I still got a load your little pussy needs to milk out before I can release you."

Letting you regain your breath, Sukuna then pressed his thumbs against the small divots above your cheeks and kept your ass up in place so he could hit that spongy spot easily. It wasn't like he couldn't before, but feeling those weak squeezes getting tighter was heaven.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you, my new little vessel."

A/n:: Just wanted to write this up. I'm going to be posting the next chapter of Lost Lamb sometime today, so I'll keep you posted ^^

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𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃!𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairings: f!reader x pussywhipped!tengen

cw: creampies, heavy balls, breeding kink, light spit, unprotected vaginal sex, cockwarming

note: this is gonna be a series! who should i write next?

pussywhipped!tengen, who can't resist plunging his cock inside of you until his heavy, seed filled balls nestle against your ass. he's willing to make you the mother of his child and knock you up, claiming you in a fashion no other man could. he'll make sure you're too fucked out to speak, rounds piling up as he extracts the cum from your pussy with each squelching push of those extra-heavy hips.

"fuck. my balls feel so full today, baby. you ready for my load? i'll make sure to pump it in nice and slow for ya."

pussywhipped!tengen, who would give up his title as the sound hashira just to get a glimpse of your tight cunt underneath your skirt. his perverted side wanted to slide your panties slightly to the side in order to expose your puffy cunt lips, just enough so he'll be able to fantasize about what it's like to massage them between his fingertips.

"gosh, wish her panties would just fall off already, before i slip 'em to the side and make her cum all over my fingers and tongue."

pussywhipped!tengen, who coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of your sweet pussy, chanting your name to himself as he's nearing his climax. he'll spread your pussy lips and stretch your hole around his member, watching it bully itself inside and out until you're a climatic mess.

"yeah, you like having your little hole stretched out all over me? i bet you do, you dirty little girl."

pussywhipped!tengen, who doesn't give up on making you cum. whether you're having a bad day or can't seem to work up an orgasm, tengen has the solution. he'll eat your pussy for hours on end, worshipping it with his slick tongue that wraps itself in between your folds. sopping up your essence in his mouth as you work yourself back on his tongue.

"you're making a mess of me, love. and a huge mess all over my tongue! i can taste you... so delicious."

pussywhipped!tengen, who bends you over any chance he can get alone with you. so desperate and needy for your cunt that he's willing to get himself caught. the two of you, having almost gotten caught before, has resulted in tengen clamping a giant hand over your mouth, stalling your cries as he rammed into you from behind, leg seated ontop of the table.

"sweet thing, you know i love hearing you moan my name. but it has to leave your lips at a certain time."

pussywhipped!tengen, who masturbates to the fantasy of your touch, hands feeling up his warm, toned torso. fingers drenched in saliva that toy with his balls and urge him into an orgasm. cunt lips and tight walls squeezing the life out of his cock until he has no choice but to release. ejaculating in spurts and heaving from the immense pleasure.

"ah, fuck! babygirl. you really did it this time. having me creampie you, again? i won't have any seed left! ah, maybe for your tits we can go another round."

pussywhipped!tengen, who gossips to his coworkers how proficient you are in bed. it's as if he wants to announce it to the whole world, given how loose his lips have become since he met you. while not going into the heaviest of detail, his counterparts become quite annoyed when their ears are subjected to his grunts of pleasure in the nearby bathroom.

"fuck... really wish this was y/n's hand right now, no one can please me better."

pussywhipped!tengen, who will thief your panties from your drawer, tucking them away in his pocket. the massive pervert he was, he'd fist his cock using your panties, which are not so subtly tangled around his member... until he's cumming in spurts all on the outskirts of your pretty lace garments.

"god, what if y/n finds out... she'd kill me! well, better make the pleasure last."

pussywhipped!tengen, who pulls out just before he's about to cum, staining your blouse in his semen. he'll pull back with a hearty laugh, much to your annoyance as he wipes up the remnants with his fingers. they beg for entry to your luscious lips, tengen forcing them down your throat as you've been ordered to suck until he's satisfied.

"that's it, that's right. you like the taste of my cum? though not as much as i love the taste of your cunt, babygirl."

pussywhipped!tengen, who will drop anything and everything for you. he understands that a relationship relies on more than sex, and while the physical intimacy was an important part of your relationship, he wouldn't let sessions of love go to waste. aftercare is extremely important part of sex for you, and tengen's willing to let you cockwarm him until you're plugged up fully with enough seed to impregnate you to his liking.

"gonna knock you up, make you nice and plump and pretty for me."

hey pookie hope you’re doing well 👻

can I req toji eating y/n out and she asks him to spit on it 🙇🏽‍♀️

i cried inside

💬: f! reader, f!receiving, he spanks your c!it 18+

toji‘s buried between your thighs— rough hands gripping alongside your legs to prevent you from squirming, but oh you couldn‘t help it. not when he was giving you the best toe-curling experience of your life. toji stared up at you with dark green eyes as his tongue practically slurped you clean, a long stripe to make you yank onto his hair. he‘s so messy to where he‘s happily nose deep, it‘s swiping against your nub and you have to lightly bite down on your bottom lip before whimpering loudly.

“f—fuck, toji…” you sniffled, cute fingers getting tangled into his messy obsidian-rooted locks. toji was so pussydrunk— his viridescent half-lidded eyes and lazy smile completely showed it.

he used a rough right hand to spread your thighs just a bit more— feeling your right leg cutely start to shake before you whine, “mfph—w—wait, toji.”

he looks up at you, pausing, and he carnally swipes his tongue against his dampened lips. undeniably attractive. “. . yes, darlin.’?”

you panted, having to catch your breath and it was adorable— toji blankly stared at you hands still gripped on your legs as his chin rested against your thigh, a seeming less dull pout forming on his lips as he waited for you to speak.

“. . i— u—um,” you stammered, suddenly growing nervous once he‘s staring you. toji always had such a stern, intimidating look on his face. “can you . . ?”

toji raises a brow. “spit it out, princess.”

you whine. “you’re not gonna do it, and you’re gonna think it‘s weird, toji.”

toji chuckles, abruptly rubbing a thumb against your folds to make you whimper. “princess, i promise i’m not gonna think it‘s weird. just tell me. besides, you interrupted me from my meal.”

you let off a short breath. “o-okay,” and for a few seconds you pause before nervously rubbing the back of your neck, staring down at your boyfriend that was directly between your legs. “can you maybe.. spit down on it?”

toji suddenly smirks, his dark thin eyebrows parting a bit at his change of expression, a lot more smug now. “. . oh,” and he lowly laughs. “baby, you know i‘d never say no to somethin’ like that,” and you moan— watching toji rub circles against your clit, it‘s growing a lot more of a quicker speed and you start to pant again. “want me to spit on this pretty pussy, then i‘ll do it jus’ for you.”

your chest heaves a bit— and just before he prepares himself, toji gives you a teasing pinch.

“eyes down here the entire time. i want you to watch me be messy for you.”

you felt a rapid pulse ring through your ears before nearly moaning from his thumb rubbing against your throbbing nub. “okay… t—toji…”

your eyes meet towards toji— and he gives you a single lick against your cunt before you watch him gather a decent amount of his saliva before he spat right on your pussy. the moment it hit against you, you moaned— and embarrassingly enough, you started to pulse excessively.

he watches it run down your slit slowly— rubbing the stubby pad of his thumb against it once more before licking his lips, only to lean in and give your sweet folds a good suck— cleaning his saliva right back up, making sure to not miss a drop.

“. . mhm princess . . ” he grunts lowly, his voice is raspy and low before you whine, feeling his spank your cunt lightly. you bite your lips— it was abrupt and new yet you wanted more, you couldn‘t stop throbbing. toji sees your needy expression before smirking.

“heh. y‘want me to do it again, don’t ya?”

More to be added winks

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

╰┈➤Muzan x Reader series

Not completed

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

. . .

give me izuku who keeps his voice perfectly steady while fucking you during a phone call.

izuku who lays back in his expensive sheets with his evergreen curls askew and emerald eyes dark with lustful amusement. izuku who carefully watches you fall apart in his lap, bouncing away on his dripping cock and making yourself cream on him over and over.

izuku who smirks and pinches the fat at your hips when you slow down or get tired. “nuh uh,” he mouths, still listening to his poor intern on the other end of the line. “i didn’t say you could stop, angel.”