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kenjakusbrainstem · 7 months

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Just For You (Kenjaku x Mahito)

Contains: breeding, weird biology, Mahito changes his genitals, Kenjaku's breeding obsession.

Hello again! Day 8 of Kinktober was breeding so we all knew where this was going, I'm sure. A little different as I didn't want to fully change Mahito's genitals, so I did have to consult some Mahito Genital Experts for this one. While I don't mind him with a pussy, I just feel like sometimes his cock gets neglected outside of the xreader genre. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Hopefully it isn't too strange! Comments and rb's are appreciated as always!

Mahito stared incredulously at the man that sat across from him. There were times where he was genuinely taken aback by the things that Kenjaku said and this was one of those moments. They had been playing chess, or rather, Kenjaku had been playing chess while Mahito watched and occasionally moved one of the pieces without being told to. When suddenly Kenjaku stopped as if he were lost in thought.

“You want me to do what to myself?”Mahito asked, believing he had misheard the man. He’d mentioned before his willingness to do almost anything for their plan, but this time he wasn’t sure if he was comprehending.

Kenjaku crossed his arms over his chest, he didn’t entirely like repeating himself but he supposed it had been an odd request. It hadn’t been long since they had revived and lost two of the Death Womb Paintings, and while Kenjaku didn’t need any new vessels technically.

“I simply asked if you would be willing to alter the shape of your soul enough to give you reproductive organs,” Kenjaku asked again. There really was no other way of putting it, he was more curious about seeing whether he could create a child with a curse instead of a vessel or being like Choso and his brothers. The science of a man’s body mating with a curse versus a woman’s was not as well studied, even if he was the only one studying it.

Mahito frowned, it wasn’t as if he was against the idea, it was more he wasn’t entirely sure what he needed to change. Though he’d seen some of the books Kenjaku has, the anatomy books, even if he wasn’t interested in them he was sure he could figure something out by going through them.

“What’s in it for me?” Mahito asked. It did sound like something that could be fun, every other time Kenjaku had brought up ‘reproduction’ it always ended in pleasure for him, so he wasn’t afraid. Mahito just wanted more of a reward this time.

Looking around the room Kenjaku noted the time, nearing midnight. The apartment he stayed in when not working directly with the curses was a nearly empty one in the same run down building. Still it was a good place for him to keep some of his things safe without relying on the curses or using the former home of his vessel.

He didn’t spend too much time here, and even rarer did he let the other curses come here as well. Mahito had been following him around more though, and with the thought of trying curse impregnation again, Kenjaku figured the time was right.

“I’ll tell you a secret about my technique, something important that you can’t tell anyone before Shibuya,” Kenjaku proposed. He knew Mahito’s curiosity would get the better of him, the curse was already suspicious of him, so perhaps if he gave him some kind of information, it would keep Mahito’s snooping in check.

Mahito’s eyebrows rose, the shocked look on his face speaking volumes. He hadn’t expected Kenjaku to offer something like that, he’d expected something else on the lines of the pleasure he’d get as usual. This was something he’d been waiting for however. Moving his rook forward blindly, Mahito nodded.

A cheshire grin worked its way onto Kenjaku’s face, both at Mahito’s agreeance, but also his foolish move. Falling right into his trap, Kenjaku moved his knight toward Mahito’s now unguarded king, placing him in checkmate easily.

What a lovely metaphor.

After about thirty minutes of showing Mahito different medical textbooks, the two of them sat on Kenjaku’s bed. Mahito laid completely nude and propped up by pillows, his legs bent and spread before Kenjaku. The scene was surprisingly clinical, as Kenjaku placed his hand on Mahito’s soft cock, the curse whined but didn’t move.

“Can’t I just change the insides?” Mahito whined, he had already changed his guts to match that of the pictures they studied. The curse didn’t quite understand why he had to change anything else. He enjoyed the way it felt for Kenjaku to play with his cock while he fucked him, it just didn’t seem as pleasurable without it.

Kenjaku rolled his eyes, he honestly hadn’t expected so many questions about the genitalia, especially when he provided plenty of examples of it. Kneeling in between Mahito’s open legs, Kenjaku moved his hand over to rest on the curse’s thigh.

“There needs to be a way to access the organs you’ve added, otherwise there isn’t a point to them being there,” Kenjaku explained.

Nodding, Mahito thought for a moment about what he could possibly do. It didn’t take long to come up with something he was sure Kenjaku hadn’t expected. Sitting up further, he placed his hand over his cock, hiding himself from Kenjaku’s curious eyes.

When Mahito removed his hands, he revealed something rather unexpected to Kenjaku. Where the curse’s balls had been, now sat the glistening folds of a newly added pussy. His still flaccid cock rested above the hole where one would normally expect to find the clitorus.

Kenjaku could feel the look of awe on his face, he hadn’t expected Mahito to get so creative with this. He supposed this was a perk of being so intimate with a curse like Mahito, even less reason for human expectations.

Hand trailing over from Mahito’s thigh, Kenjaku traced the wet folds of Mahito’s new pussy. The flesh sensitive if the small moan from Mahito was anything to go by. Kenjaku coated the tips of two fingers in the wet substance that was covering the area and brought it to his lips. The taste was similar to Mahito’s normal release, a taste he had grown fond of.

The sight of Mahito splayed out before him, legs open and eyes looking into his for approval, Kenjaku could already feel himself getting aroused. He had already stripped down, only wearing a soft pair of pants, but the loose material was already feeling too constricting.

Without warning, Kenjaku leaned down, taking Mahito’s soft cock into his mouth at the same time he pressed two fingers into Mahito’s leaky pussy. Mahito’s legs wrapped around Kenjaku’s shoulders as the new sensations washed over him, pleasure taking over his body quickly.

It didn’t take long for Mahito’s cock to grow harder in Kenjaku’s mouth. Bobbing his head, Kenjaku kept his pace the same as his fingers pumping in and out of Mahito. He could feel Mahito squeeze his fingers every time he sucked at the head of his cock. Even if the goal of this was to test how Mahito’s body reacted to new organs, he still took pleasure in seeing the powerful curse so overwhelmed with pleasure.

Mahito’s hands flew down, tangling in the dark hair near the bun on Kenjaku’s head. His mind was swimming, Kenjaku’s mouth always made him feel so good but he hadn’t expected this new hole to feel any different. The stretching feeling of having Kenjaku’s fingers inside him felt almost euphoric. Perhaps it was because the body part was new, but he felt so much more sensitive than usual.

The thighs around Kenjaku’s head squeezed as he pressed his lips to the base of Mahito’s cock, nose brushing against the curse’s pelvis. Swallowing around Mahito, he felt the curse’s body tremble with pleasure.

Kenjaku could feel how aroused Mahito was by the juice dripping down his chin. He hadn’t expected it to be such a turn on to feel Mahito’s arousal in so many different ways. Looking up he could see Mahito’s eyes were rolled back in pleasure, mouth open as he breathed like he was mid-fight.

That was enough observation for Kenjaku, licking a stripe up Mahito’s cock before sitting up. Mahito whined as Kenjaku pulled his fingers out, the curse not liking both pleasurable sensations leaving him at the same time.

Kenjaku lifted his fingers to his lips, pausing before changing his mind. Wet fingers now pressing up against Mahito’s whimpering lips, the curse opening his mouth quickly to suck them clean. Mahito desperately cleaned his own juices off of Kenjaku’s fingers, moaning around them as he ran his tongue up and down the fingers.

Using his other hand, Kenjaku pushed down the soft material of the pants he wore, freeing his cock. Quickly he lined himself up with Mahito’s pussy. Dragging the head of his cock through the folds before teasingly pressing the head inside slowly.

Mahito’s insides had never felt as warm as they did in this moment. Kenjaku wasn’t quite sure what Mahito had done to himself but the heat and pressure around his cock felt breathtaking. Shoving his fingers deeper into Mahito’s mouth, Kenjaku began fucking into the curse as Mahito sucked at his fingers.

It was much easier to fuck Mahito from this angle with his new organ placement, with him propped up on the pillows the position felt much more intimate. Mahito’s cock bouncing between their stomachs, leaking a mess onto both of them. Not as much of a mess as Mahito’s pussy though, Kenjaku could feel Mahito’s slick juices coating his balls and sticking to his thighs. He’d never seen Mahito so turned on.

The curse’s face was a mess as well, the fingers in his mouth causing him to drool down his chin. If Mahito could string together a cohesive thought, he would probably be wondering if he had given himself too many nerve endings. Without any clear direction on that, he’d just made his tight hole as sensitive as the head of his cock. Perhaps that’s why he felt so overwhelmed.

Clenching around Kenjaku’s cock, Mahito felt himself pushed too far, he was already so close. The fingers in his mouth slipped out, allowing the curse’s moans to echo off the walls.

Kenjaku leaned down, his tongue meeting Mahito’s in a sloppy, violent kiss. The warmth of having Kenjaku’s stomach trapping his cock against him was enough to make Mahito release, the sticky white fluid coating both of their chests. Kenjaku’s rough thrusts didn’t slow as Mahito’s pussy quivered around him, the motion enough to continue stimulating the cock trapped between their stomachs.

It was nearly impossible for Kenjaku to not fill Mahito up right then. The curse’s tight heat felt so good, like it was begging for him to stuff it full of his seed over and over until the curse bore fruit. Kenjaku bit Mahito’s lip, blood squirting into both of their mouths as he tried to hold out longer. While they could do this again, as many times as Kenjaku wanted, there was something about how lost in each other they both were that Kenjaku didn’t want to put an end to.

Pulling away from Mahito’s blood stained lips, Kenjaku took another look at the mess the curse had become. Gathering some of Mahito’s release on his fingers, Kenjaku shoved them into Mahito’s mouth. Blood, spit, and cum mixing in what he was sure was a strange flavor to the curse. Mahito didn’t complain though, sucking diligently at the fingers.

“You’re such a filthy curse, but you made this pussy just for me to fuck and it feels so good. You feel so good Mahito, I’m going to fuck you until you’re bursting at the seems with a child for me,” Kenjaku rambled as he fucked into the curse. He could feel his thrusts becoming less measured and more violent, every time he bottomed out it was like Mahito’s pussy was trying to keep him inside.

Mahito’s mouth opened, causing Kenjaku’s fingers to fall from his lips and settle on his shoulder, giving him more leverage to fuck into the curse. Something about Kenjaku’s words struck a chord inside Mahito, as if there was more meaning to them than he realized.

“Just for you~!” Mahito whimpered, Kenjaku’s words still echoing in his head. The curse hadn’t even fully realized he spoke until Kenjaku’s sharp thrusts pressed even deeper inside him. His words cut off by another choked moan leaving his lips.

The thought of Mahito, swollen with his child and still taking him like this pushed him over the edge. Kenjaku’s hips stuttered as he filled Mahito full of his seed, burying his cock in as far as he could go to keep from losing any.

Kenjaku didn’t pull out, though he knew he needed some time to recuperate, he kept his cock buried inside the curse. Reaching a hand down, he grabbed Mahito’s cock, still hard against his stomach despite getting off not long ago. Quickly Kenjaku stroked him, a squeal leaving Mahito’s throat as he hadn’t been expecting more stimulation. It only took a few pumps for Mahito to release again, filling Kenjaku’s hand with more of his juices.

Though their plans in Shibuya were fast approaching, Kenjaku didn’t mind spending a little extra time each day making sure he filled Mahito up first. It was going to be a long week for the curse.

#kenjaku #mahito #getomahi #kenmahi #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #getomahi smut #kenjaku smut #mahito smut

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cursedvibes · 9 months

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Anatomization - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kenjaku/Mahito

Characters: Kenjaku, Mahito

Tags: No Curse AU - Trans Femme Edition, Explicit Sexual Content, All Kinds of Bodily Fluids, Blood & Gore, Graphic Description of Corpses, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (not related to suicidality)

Summary:

A pair of arms wrapped around their waist from behind, closely followed by a pointy chin boring into their shoulder. Angling their body slightly to the side, they raised an eyebrow at the patchwork face hovering only centimetres away. Mahito grinned back at them. Her protective goggles had been taken off, but shadowy imprints were left behind as tired lines circling her eyes and making the blood-splattered lower half of her face stand out all the more. “Are you finished yet?” she nagged with a leering expression, slowly leaning closer. Kenjaku protectively shoved a hand in her face. “Forget it. I’m not kissing you with the test subject’s guts still sticking to your face.” --- Kenjaku and Mahito dispose of a body and have a fun night together

#doing my femme KenMahi propaganda #and trying my hand at smut again #my stuff #jujutsu kaisen #kenjaku #mahito #KenMahi #MahiKen

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arahabakix · 9 months

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hi,

a few days ago people with 'proship dni' in their bios reblogged a few of my jjk colorings and idk what to tell you but i'm very proship/profic. i mainly ship tojigo and kenmahi/nanamahi from jjk and vk (vash/knives), lk (legato/knives), odazai (oda sakunosuke/dazai osamu), soukoku, fyozai, & morizai from other fandoms. the fics i write deal a lot with dead dove content (mostly incest, underage, noncon, eroguro, terato etc,,,,) and what i choose to read and write about is ultimately my fictional preferences.

if any of the pairings or themes i listed above make you uncomfortable, please feel free to unfollow or block me. i will not be tolerating hate or harassment of any kind because this is my blog and i decide what to post/reblog here.

thank you.

#you're free to hate on my pairings but do not come at me i will block you #i just want to make this very clear #because i usually don't interact with folks who have a proship dni in their bio unless it's by mistake or if it's on my dash #since i check the blog posts that come up on my for you to be sure it's okay for me to reblog #blog stuff

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eggslamwich · 24 days

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sewer lesbians save me

#my art #jjk #getomahi #kenmahi #kenjaku #mahito #genderbend

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eggslamwich · 12 days

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kenmahi dynamic vs tenken dynamic 🧠

#my art #kenjaku #mahito #tengen #kenmahi #tenken #getomahi #will not elaborate

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galaxynajma · 9 months

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Mahito:" hey “geto” kun would you have loved me if I was a worm? "

Kenjaku: " um well I don’t know never really thought about something like that "

*mahito turns into a big worm *

Kenjaku:" oh well actually I would hm come here "

Mahito:" YAY "

*jogo and choso seeing this all go down *

Jogo:" who would ask a question like that and who would agree to it "

Choso:" i don’t know but whatever "

Jogo: " say death womb painting do you know how to kill a worm? "

Haruta: " WAIT mahito! I would love you as a worm! "

#idk I wanna post a Kenny text post and this what I had in mind 💀#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #kenjaku #mahito #choso #jogo #Haruta Shigemo #kenmahi #mahiken #jjk incorrect quotes #kenjaku shitposts

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eggslamwich · 1 month

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redraw for warm up

#my art #jjk #kenmahi #getomahi #mahito #kenjaku #genderbend #kenjaku is a lesbian and homophobic

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kenjakusbrainstem · 7 months

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Sealing A Curse (Kenjaku x Mahito)

Contains: Sensory deprivation, blindfolds, oral sex, dubious consent, misuse of cursed energy.

Day 11 of kinktober: Sensory deprivation! Hopefully the beginning doesn't feel too stiff, if you've been reading my stuff for long, you'll know writing dialogue stresses me out and takes me quite some time. I circumvented that by paraphrasing their conversation, so I could get this out quicker. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or reblog if you enjoy!

Kenjaku enjoyed just how curious Mahito was, the curse was always asking questions and more than willing to listen to him go on about any random topic. He really appreciated that the curse had a seemingly unquenchable thirst for knowledge, at least when it came to humans. While there were times Mahito had asked him about different tools or objects, he had never seemed so interested in one. So when he asked about the Prison Realm, Kenjaku was a little more than surprised.

It started small, the curse occasionally asking about how it worked or how it kept someone alive. It seemed that he had listened to Jogo ranting about how he was certain he could put the realm to better use than Kenjaku, and had become curious about what it actually was. Mahito listened intently as Kenjaku explained its uses and the concept of nullifying cursed energy.

Nullifying cursed energy is something that had stuck with Mahito, he couldn’t seem to fathom the idea of something losing the charge of cursed energy. When Kenjaku compared it to the severed fingers of Sukuna that they possessed and the talismen they were wrapped in, it seemed to make a little more sense.

The cursed energy wasn’t being removed, it was just being temporarily stopped. That piqued Mahito’s interest, his mind immediately going to using the prison realm as a way to prevent Yuuji from using his technique against him. It annoyed him that the boy was able to brush off his abilities so easily.

Mahito huffed as Kenjaku explained that it wouldn’t quite work like that, as Yuuji Itadori’s technique wasn’t what brushed off his abilities, but his role as a vessel was the issue Mahito faced. It seemed this wasn’t quite what Mahito had wanted to hear. Lamenting about how boring it was to not be able to use the prison realm for something that suited him.

Kenjaku just reminded him that it would be very helpful, if not essential to nullifying Gojo’s technique. To keep Gojo locked away and unable to use any cursed energy for an indeterminate amount of time would be more helpful than anything else.

Ignoring Kenjaku’s further explanations about the prison realm, Mahito turned his mind to something he was more curious about. He interrupted Kenjaku’s explanation to ask about how a sorcerer could live separated from their cursed energy.

Instead of chiding Mahito for interrupting him, Kenjaku felt a new idea float to the forefront of his mind.

“Even you could live separate from your energy for a while before it started to have a serious effect on you,” Kenjaku said, eyes now intently focused on the curse that lazed about next to him. They had been reading together, but it seemed Mahito was too distracted to read anymore, his head finding its way into Kenjaku’s lap and his book long forgotten on the coffee table in front of them.

Mahito’s ramblings stopped at Kenjaku’s suggestion. The origin of his curiosity did lie with the idea of being trapped and unable to use one's abilities. He laughed at Kenjaku’s statement, not believing a word the man said. Of course he knew what Kenjaku was talking about, but he was much stronger than a cursed object.

“You’re funny!” Mahito said, still giggling to himself at the implication that he could be controlled like that.

By now, Kenjaku had closed his own book in favor of studying the curse on his lap. Mahito’s hair splayed across his thighs, it would be so easy to pull the curse up by his hair and make him listen to what he had to say. That wouldn’t work with Mahito though, if he wanted the curse to understand something, it had to be an even more hands on experience. Kenjaku knew he could speak on this until his throat was sore, and until he proved it, Mahito would just giggle to himself about the foolishness of humanity.

Without warning, Kenjaku stood up, forcing Mahito to sit up or be thrown off of the couch. Kenjaku ignored the curse as he complained about having to move when he was comfortable, choosing instead to head into another part of his domicile to find something that would help him give Mahito a more practical example.

When Kenjaku returned he had a small box in his hands. Mahito reached for it, but Kenjaku kept it out of his reach, like a child far too eager for a birthday gift.

“Close your eyes and I’ll help you understand,” Kenjaku said. It was obviously a trap, or at least that’s what Kenjaku thought. He expected Mahito to whine or complain in some way or at least be resistant in some fashion. So he was surprised when Mahito’s eyelashes fluttered shut at his request. Either he was so confident in his own abilities or he trusted Kenjaku more than he let on.

Kenjaku wasn’t sure which was stranger for the curse.

Not wanting to waste any time, Kenjaku removed a long talisman from the box. It was stronger than some of the other ones he had, normally used for dampening the energy on strong cursed tools. He figured, if he used his own energy correctly, it would do just the same thing to Mahito.

Kenjaku moved with a practiced ease, his many years of experience shining through. Before Mahito even had a chance to speak, Kenjaku had wrapped the talisman around Mahito’s head three times, each new loop obscuring his vision until he was completely blindfolded. Kenjaku held his hand there for a moment, focusing his energy into the talisman with the intention of metaphorically sealing Mahito.

Mahito froze as Kenjaku’s hand left his temple, for once he was too stunned to speak. It was as if he had just used his domain expansion multiple times in a row, the ache that settled in his body was a heavy one. What the curse thought was a soreness however, turned to panic when he realized he was unable to use his ability.

Reaching his hand up, Mahito attempted to stretch it out to touch Kenjaku’s face. Even though Mahito couldn’t see, when he felt nothing happen to his hand, he quickly moved to peel off the talisman. However upon touching the material on his face, he found it felt like it was attached to the skin rather than sitting on top of it.

Kenjaku’s hands closed around Mahito’s wrists, forcing the curse’s hands together. Another flourish of material in his hands and Kenjaku had secured Mahito’s wrists. If the curse could see, he might have been able to notice that the two talisman Kenjaku had applied to them were different. Since he couldn’t however, he had no way of anticipating his new lack of ability to control his limbs.

All it had taken was two talismans imbued with Kenjaku’s cursed energy to completely strip Mahito of his ability and bodily autonomy. The curse wanted to scream, to beg Kenjaku to take them off, but he was unable to even move his lips.

“Maybe next time you’ll believe the information I’m telling you. Imagine if a sorcerer caught you like this and used it to exorcize you, or worse used it to get information out of you!” Kenjaku spoke, his voice dripping with feigned concern. He did care if something happened to Mahito, though not out of care for the curse himself.

Pressing a hand on Mahito’s cheek, Kenjaku wondered if he’d been too heavy handed in his use of his own cursed energy. Mahito didn’t react at all to his touch. Kenjaku squeezed Mahito’s cheeks, cupping his chin and forcing the curse’s mouth to open.

A salacious thought popped into Kenjaku’s mind, with the curse unable to fight back, he could perhaps test out the limits of his admittedly strong talisman. The first was meant to cut Mahito off from his ability to use cursed energy, he hadn’t realized just how much this would affect a curse like Mahito. It was as if he had submerged the curse into a sensory deprivation chamber, he couldn’t see and it simultaneously felt like he was floating and like he was being touched all over.

The second talisman made Mahito unable to move, his body frozen unless Kenjaku moved him. Paired with the first, this one did lessen Mahito’s whole body sensation, now making him feel more like he was surrounded by water. The inability to move or properly feel anything had Mahito so discombobulated that mentally, the curse felt like he was on the verge of passing out. Kenjaku said it would take a while for a curse like him to take serious damage from these, a part of Mahito’s mind was certain that this was the end for him.

Taking advantage of Mahito’s current state, Kenjaku leaned forward and kissed his unmoving lips. Tongue delving briefly into the curse’s forced open mouth.

“I don’t know if you can still hear me, but this will only take but a few moments. You usually finish quickly and I just want to see how that translates to being manually subdued,” Kenjaku didn’t bother trying to make himself sound seductive. He truly was curious about the curse’s bodily reactions, and since Mahito always reacted so strongly to sexual stimuli, of course that was the best course of action.

Mahito could barely hear Kenjaku, but had no way of acknowledging him. The man’s words sounded like he was speaking at a normal volume from twenty feet away. Normally Mahito didn’t mind participating in whatever experiments Kenjaku had in mind, but he wanted nothing more than for this to be over.

Kenjaku’s hands moved straight to the curse’s crotch, unzipping the pants quickly and pulling them down just enough to free his cock. Situating himself on his knees, Kenjaku stroked the flaccid cock in his hands until it started to grow. It seemed like Mahito could still react to stimuli, but only on an involuntary level.

“Try to remember what this feels like, I’ll have questions for you afterwards,” Kenjaku stated, his curiosity sounded purely analytical. As if he was doing some normal kind of research and not on his knees with a cock in his hands.

Leaning forward, Kenjaku took Mahito’s semi hard cock into his mouth, sucking at the hot flesh. He could feel Mahito grow harder in his mouth, turning the mouthful into something that pressed into the back of his throat.

While he normally loved hearing Mahito’s reactions, the gasps and lewd moaning, it was fun in this moment to know how helpless the curse was. Even if he normally could easily overpower the curse, to have him reduced to an unmoving doll made Kenjaku more eager than before.

Kenjaku pulled Mahito’s cock out of his mouth once it was fully hard, sucking at just the sensitive head for a moment. Normally Mahito’s thighs trembled when he did this, so the lack of reaction made Kenjaku want to try even harder. Running his tongue up and down the underside of Mahito’s cock, Kenjaku lavished it with attention, feeling his own spit run down his chin. He didn’t care if he made a mess, he was trying to study something.

Taking Mahito’s cock back into his mouth, Kenjaku bobbed his head, sucking at the curse’s cock in earnest. Looking up he could see a line of drool slipping from Mahito’s lips, though he was unsure if that was from their kiss or not.

Though he couldn’t react, Mahito was screaming on the inside. His body still felt strange, as if he were submerged in water, but the heat of what he assumed was Kenjaku’s mouth felt so much more intense than normal. What normally felt good was amplified, with it being the only thing he could feel or focus on at the moment. If he was able, Mahito knew he would have been on the verge of tears.

Lifting one hand to hold his own hair back, not wanting to make too much of a mess of it, Kenjaku forced Mahito’s cock all the way into his mouth. Lips pressing up against Mahito’s pelvis as he tested his vessel’s gag reflex. It didn’t surprise him that there was none to be found. Kenjaku then began roughly fucking his own face on Mahito’s cock. Not caring about the soreness he was beginning to feel on the back of his throat or the spit that had gotten on his cheek.

Without warning, Mahito suddenly came, a hot release filling Kenjaku’s mouth causing him to choke on it. Recovering quickly, he sucked at Mahito’s cock now with the intention of swallowing every drop of his cum. No longer focused on anything other than not wasting a drop.

As he felt Mahito grow limp in his mouth, Kenjaku sat back. Bringing a hand up he wiped saliva off of his face. Not bothering to cover the curse’s spent cock, Kenjaku moved to sit next to him. Hands immediately moving to undo the talisman around the curse’s hands. Sitting it neatly on the table in front of them, Kenjaku felt Mahito’s body next to him convulse. Perhaps a delayed reaction to his orgasm?

Kenjaku’s hands begun to peel away at the talisman around Mahito’s head. As the seal broke and the material fell Mahito was suddenly able to feel again. He could move, use his cursed energy, and speak; for all intents and purposes, he was back to normal.

Yet for some reason as soon as the talisman blindfold came off, Mahito felt tears fall from his eyes. His body felt so energized and so drained at the same time, it was much more overwhelming than anything he’d ever felt.

Kenjaku pulled Mahito into an embrace, allowing the curse to tremble in his arms. He did have a lot of questions, but they could wait until he had calmed down. Kenjaku didn’t mind waiting, as he knew these answers would be worth more. This wasn’t something he could study often!

#kenjaku #mahito #getomahi #mahito smut #jjk smut #kenmahi #kenjaku x mahito #mahito x kenjaku

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galaxynajma · 9 months

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I re read mahito vs mechamaru today so here’s some cute kenjaku and mahito moments:)

For all my mahito and kenjaku fans

Mahito is like a child putting blame on their siblings

Look at Kenny’s face

Mother..

Mahito juts being the immature child he is

Mother

They just so GOD

I love them

Small kenjaku and mahito !! This is actually the best part of the fight

If this isn’t in the anime I’m going be really disappointed

MOTHER

Look at them go I love the way kenjaku/ geto’s outfit looks yk

Surprised kenjaku truly the best thing

Bubbles!!!

How cute

Sigh I love moments like this with the disaster curses and kenjaku

#we kenjaku and mahito fans are eating well this season #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #kenjaku #kenjaku jjk #jjk kenjaku #mahito #jjk mahito #mahito jjk #kenmahi #mahiken #jjk spoilers #jujutsu manga #Jjk manga spoilers

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eggslamwich · 20 days

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My person crack theory is Mahito is Kenny’s rebound from Tengen

#jjk #kenjaku #mahito #tengen #disheveled pale hair mmm yes #getomahi #kenmahi

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galaxynajma · 9 months

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One of My favorite type of jjk merch is when kenjaku and mahito are almost always next to each other

I need to get these keychains

I already have the kenjaku purse BUT

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Double Trouble (Mahito x Kenjaku x Mahito)

Happy almost halloween, I haven't been able to stop thinking about this idea for a while and was finally inspired enough to write it. Hopefully it is enjoyable, reblogs and replies are appreciated if you enjoy! Thank you!

Stepping into the beach domain, Kenjaku was surprised to see Mahito standing awkwardly near the door. Mahito being in the domain wasn't odd, but he normally was seated on a beach chair reading.

Before Kenjaku even had the chance to greet him, Mahito quickly stepped up to his side. The sight reminded him of an over eager pet greeting its owner, making a small smirk creep onto his face at the comparison.

"Geto! You're back just in time!" Mahito exclaimed with glee, once again reminding Kenjaku of a lonely pet. The curse was shifting from foot to foot with either excitement or nervousness.

"What's got you so excited? Did you find another toy to play with?" Kenjaku asked, he wasn't trying to be dismissive of Mahito's excitement. It just so happened that the things that got Mahito this worked up usually involved finding someone new to prey on.

A large grin split Mahito's face, the gleam in his eyes shining with mischievousness.

"No, I learned something new that I can do with my body," Mahito said, the vague answer almost worrying Kenjaku. However the prospect of his curse growing even stronger excited him too.

As he opened his mouth to reply a hand reached out from behind Kenjaku to cover it. Another arm snaking its way around his waist as a weight pressed itself against his back.

Kenjaku stood still at the feeling of familiar arms gripping his body. Enjoying the pout that spread across Mahito's previously excited face.

"Aww~ you won't even pretend to react?" Mahito whined, obviously frustrated with the lack of emotion from Kenjaku. He crossed his arms like a pouting child.

The hand that was covering his mouth slid down to grip his chin.

"Something felt off, I could sense your cursed energy in front and behind me at the same time," Kenjaku explained. While he had noticed the strange energy, he wasn't sure it was really Mahito behind him until he felt the curse's hair brush up against his back. "Besides, you wouldn't try and hurt me, you're smarter than that."

Watching the curse in front of him and feeling the same reaction from behind him was intriguing for Kenjaku. The Mahito in front of him crossed his arms, while the one against his back huffed indignantly.

Mahito dug his nails, sharpened at his will into Kenjaku's face and chin. When the man didn't flinch, Mahito moved his hand to Kenjaku's neck and pulled it back so he could press his lips against the soft flesh.

"I can hurt you, I can hurt anyone," Mahito whispered before biting where neck met shoulder. Teeth slicing cleanly into Kenjaku's flesh, into his soul.

An almost pitiful sounding moan slipped from Kenjaku's lips. Physical pain didn't bother him too much, but the way Mahito knew how to play with the soul excited him. Mahito always kept him entertained in and out of bed, this violent display was no exception.

"Why don't I just use Idle Transfiguration on you right now?" the Mahito before Kenjaku said while the other continued to bite and suck at his neck.

Kenjaku laughed at the threat, they both knew it was a foolish endeavor to try and hurt him.

"If you're serious about threatening me, why not use something you'd actually do?" Kenjaku spoke, confident in his thinking that it would be easier to distract the curse than try and talk him out of whatever he had planned.

Kenjaku brought one of his hands up to press Mahito's head closer to his neck, forcing the curse to sink his teeth deeper into Kenjaku. His other hand wrapped around to grip Mahito's hips, pressing their bodies even closer.

"Why not threaten me for what I've done to you? For how I restrained you? Don't you want to get back at me?" Kenjaku taunted as he ground his ass back into Mahito's hardening cock.

The Mahito standing in front of Kenjaku approached the two, right as the other felt the skin beneath his teeth tear further. The smirk on Kenjaku's face never left even as he felt blood trickle out of his neck and beneath his robes.

Staring into the mismatched eyes ahead of him, Kenjaku's smirk widened as he watched the curse reach an arm out and hold onto his hip. Unsure if it wanted to pull them together or keep him at arms length. His other hand rose to stroke Kenjaku's cheek.

"Is the real you the one with my blood in his mouth? or is your true nature the soft touch in front of me?" Kenjaku already had a feeling he knew which Mahito was the real one, but he couldn't help but try and get a raise out of the curse.

The harsh slap on Kenjaku's cheek was more than enough proof that he'd gotten under the curse's skin. More infuriating to Mahito however was again the lack of reaction from Kenjaku. No change in expression from Kenjaku, just the same smirk plastered on his face.

"Geto!" Mahito whined, "You never let me have what I want."

The curse was pouting. The mouth on Kenjaku's neck now merely licking the would he'd left. All four arms still held him, but now only loosely.

Leaning forward slowly, Kenjaku closed the distance between the two of them, pressing their lips together. The kiss different from ones they'd shared before, neither of them aggressive, just a soft brush of lips.

"You don't know what you want," Kenjaku whispered against Mahito's lips before kissing the curse again.

The arm around his waist tightened as the Mahito pressed against his back wanted more attention. Following Kenjaku's lead, the curse ground himself against Kenjaku's ass, as if her were already desperate to bury himself inside. The hand around his throat slid down, pulling and opening up his robes, exposing more of his neck and shoulder to the curse's lips.

Kenjaku moaned into Mahito's mouth as both of the curse's bodies eagerly removed his robes, Hands scrambling to expose more skin. All Mahito wanted in that moment was to toy with him the way he'd been played with and used.

The fact that Kenjaku wasn't fighting back was surprisingly arousing to both Mahito's forms. He thought he wanted to hold Kenjaku down, but just having a little control over the man was more intense than expected.

The Mahito in front slipped his hands into the robes further, pulling them apart further sloppily as he shoved his tongue into Kenjaku's mouth. His eager kisses dizzying himself as he was having trouble focusing on controlling two bodies.

Mahito knew that no matter how this went, that he wanted to end it deep inside Kenjaku.

Despite this encounter lacking the violence of their usual encounters, Kenjaku was enjoying it. Having all of the curse's focus on him always felt better with more hands and mouths. He wanted to see how hard Mahito would work with two bodies just to take control away from him.

The curse against his back stepped away, only long enough to help fully removed the robes. Kenjaku rarely undressed when they fucked, but Mahito's hatred of clothing wasn't saved just for himself. His excitement got the better of him, ripping the pants Kenjaku wore under his robes accidentally, the cloth tossed aside just like the robes.

"Can't even wait for a moment, you want to fuck me that badly?" Kenjaku taunted, free arms wrapping themselves around the Mahito in front of him only to return to kissing the curse more violently. Sinking his teeth into Mahito's lips before trying to take over the kiss.

Kneeling behind Kenjaku, Mahito grasped harshly at the man's now bare ass. He felt a shiver run through Kenjaku as he kneaded the bare flesh. The feeling of Kenjaku under his control made him very eager to continue.

Spreading Kenjaku's ass cheeks, Mahito slid his unnaturally long tongue across the hole he'd exposed. Gasping into the other Mahito's mouth, Kenjaku was surprised by the curse's actions. This wasn't something they normally did and wasn't something he'd shown Mahito.

The long appendage slipped a little further inside before expanding suddenly, stretching Kenjaku much more than he'd expected. Both Mahito's giggled at the pained groan that left the man. Kenjaku's legs quivered at the unexpected pain. His balance thrown off, forcing him to lean on the body in front of him.

Without warning, Kenjaku's support left as Mahito took a step back, causing him to topple forward. The only reason he didn't land on his knees was the hands wrapped tightly around his thighs.

Hands grasping at the warm sand, Kenjaku struggled to right his position. The feeling of hands pressing into his back, forcing him lower accompanied with the hands on his legs spreading them made a wave of arousal run through him.

The way the two Mahito's handled his body with a forceful tenderness brought out a feeling inside Kenjaku that he rarely allowed himself to indulge in. The lack of control he had paired with Mahito's disfigured tongue lazily fucking into him made Kenjaku want to submit himself to the pleasure of manipulation.

Mahito had expected more resistance, more of a fight from the man that always told him what to do. It seemed the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh were something they both craved. At least it seemed they both did, if the arch in Kenjaku's back had anything to say.

The Mahito still in front of Kenjaku pressed his hands down on the man's shoulder blades, forcing him down while his ass was still held in the air.

"Only one of us can use Idle Transfiguration, want to guess which? If you're wrong we'll use it on you to prove it," said the Mahito that held him down.

The tongue inside Kenjaku, still slowly fucking into him, again grew. Now it was about the size Mahito usually kept his cock at. The curse could feel Kenjaku's thighs shake at the lack of prep he'd had.

Loosening his grip on the man finally allowed Kenjaku to fall onto his knees, enlarged tongue still studded inside him. A grunt of slight discomfort turning into one of pleasure as he kept up the pace.

"It's you- you just don't feel as strong," Kenjaku panted, placing a hand on the Mahito clone in front of him. He could feel energy radiating off of the curse behind him, like he always could with Mahito. While the entity in front of him was just a muted part of the original.

The clone, that had been giggling has he held Kenjaku down, became silent at the guess. Kenjaku felt nails piercing his shoulder blades as the irritated curse pressed him down further.

Simultaneously he felt the real Mahito's large tongue return to normal and slip out of him, tracing along the rim. Kenjaku pressed his ass back, trying to follow the fullness he'd been enjoying. Mahito's hands kneaded at his ass, squeezing the flesh before biting into it, a moan leaving Kenjaku at the sensation.

"Someone like you is too smart to get fooled by me eh? Since you got it right we can play more, what did you want as a reward?" Mahito asked teasingly, trying to regain some of the control he'd previously had.

Kenjaku pushed his upper body up, despite the clone trying to hold him down still. The clone Mahito resigned to sliding his hands off of Kenjaku, sitting back to watch as the powerful sorcerer in front of him gazed at him so flushed and desperate.

"Fuck me, try and make me feel the way I make you feel," Kenjaku managed to say without sounding like he was begging. He sounded so commanding, as if this was all part of his plan from the beginning.

Eager and having the same desire, Mahito moved himself closer, rubbing his cock in between Kenjaku's ass cheeks. Teasing wasn't enough for the curse anymore, he needed this almost as much as Kenjaku seemed to.

Kenjaku felt dizzy from being subjected to Mahito's whims already, he wasn't even sure when Mahito took his own clothes off. The curses cool flesh against his heated skin made him grind into the cock behind him, urging him to slip inside.

The still clothed clone in front of him leaned over Kenjaku's body, forcing the man's face into his thigh. The Mahito clone groped at Kenjaku's ass, spreading him open and exposing the hold, already wet with Mahito's spit.

Impatience filled both Mahito's as the real Mahito quickly forced his cock into the tight ass before him. A pained grunt, muffled by the clones thigh, left Kenjaku. Though he'd been tongue fucked, the brutal pace Mahito set was enough to knock the wind out of him.

Pained sounds quickly turned into muffled moans as Mahito fucked himself into Kenjaku. He was too excited, knowing that this toy wouldn't break, he had no need to be careful while chasing his pleasure. One soft kiss had been enough earlier, he needed to force the man beneath him to feel just how he often felt when they fucked.

Mahito's cock was unlike anything that had ever fucked Kenjaku before. It both filled him to the brim perfectly and made him feel way too full at the same time. Every thrust was perfect and too much, the curse slamming into his prostate with each thrust.

Kenjaku had already been enjoying their little game, but this painful bliss had him overwhelmed. Moaning obscenely against the clones thigh, Kenjaku tried to move back and meet the curse's thrusts but it had been too long since he'd felt this good without being in control that it was hard for him to move.

The clone Mahito let his hands trail back up Kenjaku's spine, hands tangling in the silky dark hair before pulling the man's face up by it. He wanted to see more desperation from Kenjaku.

With each deep thrust, Kenjaku let out the most desperate sounds Mahito had ever heard. His eyes rolling back while the clone took in everything. From the drool at the corner of his mouth to the flush look on his face. If he wasn't so focused on that he might have noticed the stitches on his forehead tearing slightly, teeth barely visible behind them.

The sudden change in angle felt even better to Mahito as he kept fucking into Kenjaku. While continuing to thrust he leaned forward, wrapping his hand around Kenjaku's neck, forcing him up on his knees.

Kenjaku's back pressed against Mahito's chest as the angle changed. It felt too good for both of them. Kenjaku unsure if Mahito had made his cock bigger of if this was just the perfect position for them.

Watching on, the clone Mahito drank in the sight of a stitched hand around Kenjaku's throat as he moaned loudly, the sight obscene. The clone now noticed Kenjaku's thick cock, hard and leaking, neglected between his thighs.

Leaning down onto his hands and knees, the clone licked at the leaky tip of Kenjaku's cock before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking harshly.

It was too much for Kenjaku, he was surrounded by pleasure. Moans had dissolved into whimpers with each thrust into him and the heat engulfing his cock. His body would be trembling had Mahito not been holding onto him so tightly.

Hands falling into the clones soft hair, Kenjaku held on as he felt himself approaching climax, The clone sucked harder, the sharp tug in his hair as familiar as worshiping the thick cock before him.

Matching paces, both Mahito's moved in such sync that Kenjaku's mind had completely emptied of all other thought. He couldn't hang on, gripping the hair tighter as he came down the clone Mahito's throat. Body convulsing at the force of his own orgasm.

Mahito felt Kenjaku tip over the edge and his hips lost their rhythm, fucking into him blindly. As he fucked Kenjaku through his orgasm, he couldn't help but bury his own cock all the way inside the man. Mahito came, cock jammed so tightly that Kenjaku could feel each spurt of cum.

The hot, wet feeling around his cock disappeared, and as Kenjaku opened his eyes, no one was there. The clone had vanished.

Mahito nipped at Kenjaku's neck as he still held the man up. The action was teasing, playful.

"Now that I'm all back together, I'm ready to go again! I hope you aren't too tired yet," Mahito's bubbly voice said next to Kenjaku's ear.

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