I'm almost at two years on tumblr as of july 20th 🥹🥹 So I am doing a little event to celebrate and I'd love anyone to join who wants to!
Imagine if a hottie sorcerer AND a fine ass Demon were fighting over you??? Or if Fratboy Eren crossed over with Nerd Gojo at a party you attended? If Nanami and Zayne caught you playing them both and decide to brat tame you???
Cross over any character of your choice! It could be JJK with the LADS men, AOT boys, Witch Hat, Apothecary Diaries, Black Butler, MHA - anything you really enjoy!! let's see where they go 🤭
theme - Can be literally anything - them fighting over us, getting cucked or sharing hehe - but we love trips to Paris. Could be smut/angst/crack/fluff or a mix
characters - Any of the JJK men/women with anyone of your choice from another fandom! For example - gojo x reader x eren / Sukuna x Sylus x reader and so on
rules - just have fun with it! Can be any length, and done any time AT ALL. You can msg me the character ideas and I'll list them below, just tag me when you have it done so I can update and share!
I am going to do a few this time hehe - I had so much fun with object Gojo, I'm excited!!
art by @vai2430_on IG!
♡ ｡˚ ✧ line up ✧˚｡♡
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Sebastian x Cult leader! Geto x cultist! reader - by @madamechrissy (black butler)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Magic Lessons - yandere! Gojo x sorcerer! Qifrey x apprentice! reader - by @/madamechrissy (witch hat)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ werewolf! Choso x Valko x reader - by @/madamechrissy LADS)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Messy eaters - incubus! gojo x pro hero! hawks- by @satorusdreamer (MHA)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Sukuna x Grimmjow x reader- by @jazzthatonewriterchick (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Dance For Your Prince(s) - Geto x Zuko x reader- by @/jazzthatonewriterchick (ATLA)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Geto x Koga x reader - by @/jazzthatonewriterchick (Inuyasha)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ gojo x enjin x reader - by @/jazzthatonewriterchick (Gachiakuta)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Daddy's Home!? - clients Gojo and Kakashi x Onlyfans! reader by @omgitzmami (Naruto)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Sylus x reader x true form! Sukuna by @lynncade (LADS)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ TBA - by @indiewritesxoxo
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Satoru x reader x Enjin- by @aurievalley (Gachiakuta)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Aizawa x Reader x Gojo - by @aizawhore (MHA)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Geto x reader x Jinshi - by @satolune (Apothecary)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Class is in session - qifrey x geto x reader - by @spicebombb (witch hat)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Jinshi x Zuko x Suguru x reader - by @jiyuspassion (ATLA/Apothecary)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ bf! fratjo x gf! reader x nerd! qifrey- by @mimimochis (witch hat)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Stalkers! - Sol x Choso x reader by - @fallen-angelxoxo (tkatb)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ stolen goods - gojo x reader x Kisuke - by @devileyeswriting (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Toji x reader x Kenpachi by @/devileyeswriting (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Gojo x Kisuke x reader - by @/devileyeswriting (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Zayne x reader x Choso - by @mimuju (lads)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ TREASURE - pirate! Gojo x reader x Pirate! ace -by @xchosos-wifex (One Piece)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? - Gojo x reader x Tartaglia - by @wiserion (Genshin)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Beauty In the Quiet - Dragon! Sylus x Mate! Reader × FaeKing! Gojo - by @utterlyobsessedprincess (LADS/ACOTAR)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Nanami x Kuniharu saiki x reader - by @thegoodthebadneverugly (Saiki k)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Minister! Geto x Empress! Reader x Commander! Itachi - by @liahcharms (naruto)
content. Your a college student who seems to be falling behind both professor Geto and professor Qifrey class. What a coincidence! Luckily for you. They would do anything for their favourite student. Even if she was to busy doing her make up in the middle of lectures and curling her hair in the library. But you'll do anything for a good grade. Right? For JJK Crossover Event by @madamechrissy
word count. 800 roughly
What do you do when you managed to get into this college by hanging onto your bootstraps, and now you’re at risk of losing your athletic scholarship.
You've somehow found yourself in this position because you’re failing the only two theory classes you actually need to pass. Turns out getting distracted by the outline of your professors pants can throw a girl off her game. And skipping some classes. Which really isn't your fault. Who knew good attendance was mandatory?
Maybe if it weren't for professors Geto's shirts getting tighter and tighter with every class you began attending. Or how professor qifrey always seemed to have a task made just for you, involving bending down or climbing shelves to get something, then MAYBE your grades could've had a fighting chance.
Surely it wasn't a coincident that the shorter you made your skirt the more tasks he had just for you. Professor Geto asking you to answer more questions than usual. You must be imagining the way their eyes lock onto yours more often than naught.
Sure you COULD be imagining all this nonsense. You could pretend like you don't daydream about the two of them fucking you at the same. Damn. Time.
This is the 3rd meeting you've needed to have regarding your theory course performance. And it's the first meeting were BOTH of them were present to talk about your grades. It's like god was teasing you when he decided to make both their schedules free at the same time so they just held the meeting together.
You could feel a patch beneath you seep through your brand new shorts.
You must be hallucinating the way both their eyes seemed to look on yours, that hungry gaze reserved only for you, seemed to make your body hotter as you felt their eyes linger towards the curve of your waist.
They know they’re good looking. The amount of time students seemed distracted during lectures was all the proof they need. Yet the true prize was their voices.
Qifrey was such an eloquent speaker. Whenever he spoke to you it was almost as if you had landed in some medieval fairytale. His tone is soft and gentle, with his accent compelling you more than the dreary topics he seemed to prefer. He’ll use the kindest words to explain why your work sucks. Responding to student emails with an inhuman quickness at 11 PM. Painfully shutting down any chance of extended deadlines before reading your submitted work to filth and then giving it back to you for improvement.
Most students actually excel the best in his class. Why you seem to be the remaining exception is a mystery. Kinda.
Geto was more of a smooth talker. No matter how boring the subject he seemed to focus on was, he could truly spin any unknown topic into a masterpiece novel. You won’t even notice how he’ll slyly critique assignments, tearing them limb from limb as the poor student doesn’t even realise he or she just got a failing grade.
And somehow, despite their completely different teaching styles, they both had the exact same effect on you. So standing in front of them. Waiting for them to tell you what to do. What needs to happen for you to pass.
You’re supposed to be focusing on the meeting, but your mind keeps drifting.
Hearing them sit down and berate you while you stood their obediently. Nodding along to whatever revision material they were providing for the next mock. You could cum right their on the pristine office floor, practically gushing as some of it falls upon the shoes.
They'd tell you to clean your mess, Geto's smiling at you with his head tilted like he's looking at some kind of bug. Qifrey would simple tut at you, shaking his head while he instructs you. His smooth voice praising you while you lower yourself to the ground. Gracefully lifting your head with his foot as he tells you to clean up Geto first.
Then they'd have you work your way up to their di-
"Ahem. You seem preoccupied with something other than your 2 failing courses."
Oh yeah. Your in a meeting.
You can feel their dissaproving stare from across the room. If only they new you were imagining beeing treated like their little pet. Kneeling on the cold, hard floor and begging to suck their cocks.
But now your stuck in reality. Your not getting dick. Geto and Qifrey are being totally responsible. And your still failing the class. Though from your flushed face. And the way a strain outline seems to be growing in their pants. It looks like there's more than one way to earn extra credit.
✉ authors note. This is for @madamechrissy anniversary event ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Jjk crossover au. Of course i had to join in. Hope yall like it!! Congrats chrissy!!!
btw...masterlist here tehee
⊹ ࣪ ˖☁️ megumi / aki x fem!reader poly headcannons ((this can be read as standalone but it’s based off of double take! if you want to see how this lil dynamic formed <3)), aged up characters. 1.8k words. fluff, smut, 'n two beautiful emotionally reserved men who aim to please (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ MDNI 𓆩♡𓆪
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions," it was something Gojo had told him as a kid. Something Megumi had always remembered for whatever reason, but never fully understood until he found himself wedged between your thighs while you clung onto Aki for support— eyes half-lidded and walls tightening around him as you moaned his name into his roommate's mouth...
It had started off as a one-time thing, an unexpected weekend affair that he assumed would end the minute you were able to return back to your apartment, but with all of the unexplainable maintenance issues your side of the hall seemed to face, you kept ending up back at their unit, over and over until eventually the three of you decided it would be easier for you to just... move in.
━𐙚 The apartment thrived on routine and balance between the two of them. Everything had its place and everything was accounted for. Chores were split evenly. Groceries were bought once a week and kept track of through a chart hanging on the fridge which they made sure to keep updated. It was a good system they had— a bit over the top at times, but something that you adjusted to rather quickly. You liked how much they both valued cleanliness, how comfortable and pristine things always were.
━𐙚 One thing that they hadn't developed a set schedule for though was... where you were going to sleep. It was a two-bedroom and neither of them were willing to completely give up their room. You usually gravitated towards whoever got home first, but god, there really was no wrong choice when it came to who you ended up falling asleep with. Megumi was a side sleeper, usually ending up as the big spoon with his arms wrapped protectively around your waist while he'd whisper dreamy little praises into the top of your shoulder. Aki rarely slept on his side— he preferred lying on his back with your head rested on his chest, his fingers threading through your hair as the sound of his heartbeat drummed softly beneath your ear. And as far as your preferenes went? Pft, you hardly had any as long as you were able to be cuddled up in their warmth, listening to the little groans that they both let out whenever they dozed off.
━𐙚 Eventually though, there were nights that you couldn't stand the idea of picking one over the other, especially as time went on and your feelings for them deepened. The first time you'd asked to sleep with both of them was awkward —which was comical really considering all the absolutely depraved things the three of you had already done together— but they gave in rather quickly when they realized how serious you were about it. Sleeping in the middle of Aki's king-sized bed with each of them at either side of you made you feel like you'd won the lottery twice. The smell of their colognes mixing together as their arms wrapped around you. Soft kisses being pressed into both sides of your neck. The unexplainable comfort that flooded over you when you were smooshed between them. You couldn’t help but think that if you had to describe what heaven might feel like, it would definitely be this.
━𐙚 Your relationship with them had unfolded so easily that after a few months, you didn’t really overthink it anymore. It felt normal when they leaned in and kissed each side of your cheek before you left for work or when they both held your waist to help guide you through a crowded street. It was second-nature to the three of you after awhile, but to the outside world— it was still something to gawk over. The amount of eyes that would follow you when you'd walk into a restaurant with both Aki and Megumi's hands resting on the small of your back was absurd. Some people seemed impressed, others disgusted, but there wasn't a single soul that would openly express their opinion about it when they were around. Well, except for...
━𐙚 Yuuji didn't say much— not to you, at least. He was sweet. Polite. Very curious but not one to overstep whereas Denji.... Oohhh, Denji had a lot of questions and zero shame when it came to asking. "So, wait—" He'd sputtered when he first walked into the apartment and saw the three of you sprawled out on the couch together. His eyes doubling in size at how close Megumi's hand was to your chest and how Aki's palm was lazily resting on top of your thigh. "You both... You're seriously both fucking her?! And like—what, at the same time? …Or do you take turns? Duuude, this is so unfair!! Why would you do this with him and not me??" Aki was up and on his feet in a matter of seconds, dragging the blonde out by the collar of his shirt as Denji continued to rattle out more shameless questions that Aki refused to answer.
━𐙚 There hadn’t been an official discussion between the three of you when things started to get more serious, but you could tell that Megumi and Aki had felt the shift just as much as you did. They’d always been protective over you in that quiet and calculated sort of way they both possessed, but after months of living together and letting themselves ease into the idea of actually dating you, they became a lot quicker to tell someone to fuck off if they felt like they were getting too close to you. It was almost cute, the way they instinctively acted as a team when it came to defending you and making sure other men knew you were spoken for. There might not have been a proper label for what you were doing yet but one thing was very clear: you were their girl and they weren't going to let anyone or anything interfere with that.
━𐙚 Megumi wouldn’t say that he was jealous— no, in fact, he was pretty sure he’d rather die than admit something so stupid. But some nights when the air in the apartment was thick with sex and the smell of your shampoo… Some nights when Aki was behind you with a fistful of your hair wrapped around his hand and his cock stretching you out so thoroughly it nearly brought you to tears, his mind would wander to places he wished it wouldn’t. He loved watching you, loved the feeling of your slick coating his fingers as he drew dizzy circles along your sensitive little clit. You were so pretty when you trembled like this— so fucking gorgeous when you’d lock your arms around his neck and kiss him like he was the only thing that mattered despite how relentlessly Aki was burying himself into you. Megumi knew that you wanted him. Knew that there was no competition when it came to him and Aki, it had been the entire point of this arrangement to begin with— for no choice to have to be made. For things to be equal. But still… he could feel himself slipping when he’d sooth you through it. He could feel how hard he was falling when your face would nestle into the crook of his neck and your voice would break into these soft little whimpers that were just loud enough for him to hear.
━𐙚 Aki was far from oblivious, especially in situations as emotionally and sexually charged as this. He’d seen that look in Megumi’s eye more than once— that overwhelming mix of want and apprehension that seemed to creep over him every time you came undone. Aki had no reservations about admitting his feelings for you. No hesitation in claiming you or even marking you when he got too carried away. He may have been quiet but he definitely wasn’t shy— which meant that between the three of you, he took the lead more often than not. “Megumi,” he panted, releasing your hair from his grip as he helped ease you into his arms. “She's practically throbbing for you, give her what she wants, yeah?" Megumi shot him a look but Aki only smirked as Megumi guided you down to the mattress. “Both of you need to let go.” Aki went on, kneeling down to place a light kiss on your forehead. “Gonna be a good girl and give him what he needs?” He whispered, cupping your face with one hand as you let out the cutest, most pathetic little “Mhmmm.” Aki smirked again, watching Megumi lift one of your legs up to his shoulder, his mouth dropping open at how perfectly your body took him. “Give him everything.” Aki reminded you, his palm roaming along your chest before he began to roll your nipple between his fingers, giving it a light pinch that made your walls flutter around Megumi.
━𐙚 There was no way to compare something like euphoria and heaven, they both knew exactly how to make you fall apart. Knew where all of your most vulnerable spots were. Knew what words would make your hips roll up to meet theirs. Knew what type of thrusts would cause your bottom lip to jut out in that pouty fucking way they both loved. They’d studied you extensively and neither one of them had ever failed at getting you off. But even with all of that, this still felt different somehow. Megumi was deep, buried to the hilt with one of your legs draped over his shoulder and his hand tightening around your side to hold you in place, letting you feel every single inch of him. You could barely think. Barely speak. Your body was grinding against him so obediently, it had him moaning into your mouth. His dark hair pressing against your forehead as your eyes met, both of you completely lost. You were dripping, squeezing him so decadently that he almost thought he'd forgotten his own name until he heard it spill breathlessly out of you.
━𐙚 Aki was like the devil on your shoulder, his presence grounding but methodical as he took your hand in his and slowly moved it past your chest and along your stomach, pressing your palm down onto your lower abdomen in a way that made your back arch and Megumi’s hips stutter. Your eyes locked in awe as Aki pushed harder, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear. "You feel that?" He cooed, voice sickeningly sweet. "You feel how fucking full you are right now? You like it, don't you? Yeah, you like the way his cock stretches that tight little cunt. Mhmm, suucha filthy girl." Your vision was white, your entire body shaking as your core began to unravel around Megumi. His tip kissing your cervix over and over, robbing you of all your senses. “Tell him,” Aki’s tone was sharp, commanding not asking. “Let us fucking hear it.” His hand dipped lower this time, fingers slipping between your folds, dragging all that slick they’d both coaxed out of you uppp and downnn until you felt something inside of you finally snap.
━𐙚 “I—” you whined, still writhing between the two of them. “I love you.” It came out so fast you didn’t even have a chance to stop it. Megumi’s eyes were wide, his thrusts suddenly beyond his control as he looked back at you, just barely able to hold himself together. “Megumi…” you pleaded, head falling to the side to catch a glimpse of the more sinister set of blue eyes also staring back at you. “Aki… I—” You weren’t sure where to look, they were both everywhere and truthfully… you hoped they always would be. “I love you.” You whimpered again, your walls spasming as you felt Megumi twitch inside you, the warmth of his cum mixing with yours before it began leaking down your thigh. “F—uck, I love both of you.” You mewled, one hand tangled into the collar of Megumi’s shirt and the other clinging onto Aki’s forearm. “So… much.” There was a small beat of silence, the three of you still trying to catch your breath and return back to reality after coming down from the high you’d just ridden. Megumi was the first to say it, his fingertips soft against your cheek as Aki carefully brought your wrist up to his lips. “We love you too…”
Tags: JJK men (Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna, and Ino) x fem!Reader, K-Pop Demon Hunters AU, why choose?, JJK men are demons, idol!Reader, dark content, self-mutilation, depressed!reader, slight angst
Synopsis: In which there’s a new demon J-Pop group, JUJUTSU!, that only you have the power to destroy. One small problem though. You’re heavily intertwined with them, and the world has come to love Satoru, Suguru, Choso, Toji, and Ino. Getting rid of them will prove to be nearly impossible.
An: Hi! I’m obsessed with K-pop Demon Hunters, and Jujutsu Kaisen still has me in a death grip. So, here’s a crossover! Join my discord where I gave my members a sneak peak of this fic a couple weeks ago!
Part one.
When you were a little girl, you never expected to be retired by age twenty-five. Most would consider you to be blessed beyond belief, and you are… Though, only a few know the real reason for your early retirement.
“Y/n? It’s me. I have green tea for you.” You must have not heard the sturdy knock at your door. Nanami wouldn’t have just let himself into your space without announcing himself.
You looked up at the man who was your manager in every sense of the word. He wasn’t just your marketing manager or PR manager or even chief manager. He embodied every role, making sure your days as an idol went as smoothly as possible.
Kento Nanami didn’t do things in halves. If he dedicated himself to something, then he did it with everything he had in him. He put his all into his job, even now while you were on hiatus until further notice.
So, technically you weren’t retired, but you had been flirting with the idea of texting the girls and telling them that Divine Restriction was officially over.
You carefully took the mug of warm green tea from Nanami’s oversized hands before tentatively taking a sip. “Thank you, Kento.” Where would you be without him?
The blond simply bows his head before taking a seat at the foot of your bed. He doesn’t seem to notice the state disarray your room is in right now, but you know that it’s secretly eating away at him. Kento prefers things to be in order, which is why he was such a great manager.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, voice as warm and soothing as the tea you were sipping on. Sometimes you wondered what you did in a past life to deserve such a caring person in your life.
Even on the days where you insisted you didn’t deserve his thoughtfulness, Kento always showed up and showed out for you and the girls.
You sat back against your headboard, doing a small internal wellness check. You felt… you felt… “I’m doing better today.”
His hazel eyes simply narrow at your lie. It’s like he can smell when you’re being dishonest with him. “Why bother lying to me? You know I’ll get to the truth eventually.”
You sigh because you know he’s right. Then, you slump into your bed because you hate the look of disappointment on his face.
Kento had been the first person to truly believe in Divine Restriction. Your group had gained a little bit of traction on YouTube, but Kento knew that you and the girls had what it took to raise to stardom.
You had been on the cusp of something great when the voice started.
You’re not good enough.
Your time is fleeting.
This career never lasts long.
You’ll either live until you’re washed out or die tragically young.
You won’t be remembered.
Come home.
You were able to ignore it for a while. The skyrocketing numbers blinded you momentarily from the self-destructing thoughts. Also, you were in a new blossoming relationship. Things were great. Sure, you had a little bit of self doubt, who didn’t in this industry?
But when the numbers stopped dramatically rising and your relationship went stale, the voice grew stronger. It started out as panic attacks during practice, but it quickly grew into a suffocating phobia of being on stage. No matter what you told yourself, you still believed that everyone could see each of your flaws. It was if the adoring gaze of your fans soured into judgmental stares.
It didn’t help when your now ex-boyfriend left you completely to your own devices.
Then, it was the isolation. There were plenty of over analyzed texts on your phone left unanswered. Your girls, Shoko and Utahime, tried to reach out and break through, but your own insecurity kept them at arm’s length.
It didn’t matter that millions of people knew your name. You had never felt more alone in your life.
“Have you been doomscrolling again?” Kento asked, breaking your train of thought as he grabbed your phone from your side. You had. You couldn’t help yourself but to keep looking at comments. Your fans had plenty of hypotheses on where Divine Restriction went and what had really happened.
He took your phone across the room and plugged it up away from your bed. “You need to stop punishing yourself. When’s the last time you’ve eaten a real meal?”
Your eyes slowly shifted towards your bedside table. It was currently overfilled with half-empty water bottles and snack wrappers. “Ah, it hasn’t been too long…”
“If you can’t give me an exact time, then it has been too long.” He shook his head, unimpressed. “I’m going to go cook something for us, okay? In that time, can you try to get up and get dressed?”
You took a deep breath, releasing it through your nose. The feeling of being a disappointment weighed heavily on your chest, pinning you down to the bed. You were a grown woman, but your manager had to take care of you? This wasn’t even his job.
“I’m fine-“ Your voice cracked as you bit back unwanted tears.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured smoothly, walking back to take a seat on your bed. His big strong arms enveloped you in the safest of hugs.
He doesn’t like you.
He thinks you’re a burden. A mess.
He can’t love you like I can.
Your body trembled in his hug, trying to keep from sobbing in his chest. The voice was right. You were a mess, and Kento probably just felt obligated to clean you up.
“It’s okay to not be okay. You’re still worthy of clean clothes and nice hot food.” It was as if his voice worked to soothe you until it slammed against that brick wall in your head. The brick wall that kept you from letting anyone in.
You let yourself feel the intense emotions for a bit longer, taking solace in Kento's arms as he shushed you lightly. Finally, you found the strength to pull back and take a deep, shaky breath.
"Okay, I'll go shower," you mumbled. Nanami nodded his head, and his palm caressed your hair once more. His nerves itched with the implicit need to lean forward and press a kiss to the top of your head, but he held back. He figured you didn't need the burden of his affections on top of everything else.
He slowly got up from your bed, and he walked towards the door. "Call out if you need anything. I'll be in the kitchen."
Your body felt like it was on autopilot as you grabbed a simple outfit from your walk-in closet that was stuffed full to the brim of clothes and old costumes from tours, concerts, and meet and greets.
You used to wish on falling stars for this life, but now, you were nothing but a falling star.
Grabbing your phone off the charger, you clicked on your favorite music app to turn on an upbeat playlist while you showered. It was hard to feel helpless when your music drowned out all of your thoughts and emotions.
Mix curated from new uprising J-Pop group: JUJUTSU!
Dread settled into your stomach like a block of cement. You know that you had no right to feel jealous. Only you could be to blame for your recent group's downfall. Divine Restriction was on the very edge of being legendary, but your faulty brain simply couldn't take the spotlight.
You took a deep breath as you turned on the only single JUJUTSU! had released: Infinity.
The opening guitar riff caught you by surprise. This clearly wasn't your average run of the mill J-Pop group. Your hands tremored as you reached over and turned the nob of your shower, letting the water pelt down so Nanami wouldn't suspect you of doom scrolling in the bathroom.
You unsuccessfully tried to control the pounding in your chest, but the deep rugged voice continually found its way in.
Your fans have found another.
You were never really special.
Replaceable, but not to me.
Counting backwards from ten, listing off the things you could see, touch, and hear, visualizing a happy place... None of your coping skills were helping. To make matters worse, you instantly recognized the lead vocalist's voice as soon as his melodic hum drifted from your phone's speakers.
Your breath staggered in your throat. Tears of dejection pooled in your eyes. You grabbed the countertop as your body was having a visceral reaction to the sound of your ex-boyfriend's voice.
It was as if you were teleported back to the day he coldly left you behind.
"I'm sorry, sweets. You're just... existing rather than living. I need someone who's lively and passionate, and to be honest, I don't even think you like me that much." His crystalline blue eyes looked down at you as he shrugged nonchalantly... like he wasn't ending the only reason you looked forward to each day.
You merely stared up at him, hoping your tears could convey your emotions for you. How were you supposed to be lively and passionate when getting up felt like a chore? Satoru had been your one escape from the cruel cards you were dealt, but you couldn't even keep him around.
The silence between you two grew bitter. In his eyes, you didn't care enough to fight for him. You had tears, sure, but everything else within you was completely apathetic. In your eyes, he didn't care enough to stay.
He left you there on the sidewalk in front of the studio. The news of your breakup only added onto the theories for why Divine Restriction was on hiatus.
The lyrics faded out in your ears, replaced by a continuous buzzing sound. Your eyes were suddenly sore, and the light in the bathroom was too bright. It was too much. Everything was too much.
It wasn’t enough for Satoru to break your heart and kick you while you were down. Now, he wanted to steal your dream to?
You couldn't ignore the voice any longer. Its owner demanded your attention, and you needed a solid place to land.
As if your body moved without your mind telling it to, you found yourself with the small cuticle scissors in your hand. It was the only way you knew he would collect you without making you beg.
The pain didn't even have time to register before you were pulled into the underworld. You landed on your knees before a dais made of shadows. In an oversized throne compiled of bones, the owner of your impenetrable voice sat with his leg crossed over one another. His jaw sat on his knuckles as his hand propped up his face. In his auburn eyes, he had a small glimmer of amusement, but his lips were sneered.
"Don't you know that your pain belongs to me and me alone, little songbird?"
Y/n could tell something was off—not with the situation, but with herself. Seeing Batman in front of her was bringing up a feeling she couldn’t place her finger on, and his sidekicks weren’t making it any easier. He seemed familiar, they seemed familiar, as if she’d seen them somewhere before but couldn’t quite place it. And no, she knew it wasn’t through news channels or videos, it felt different, very different.
Batman’s glare sharpened by her lack of response or movement. He’d been expecting her to react verbally or physically, to at least acknowledge his words, but she didn’t. Behind him, the others glanced at each other wearily.
Toge raised his hand slowly, having it hang near the zipper of his uniform. He was planning to stay out of the confrontation if it did happen, but he was also not going to stand there defenseless if something did happen.
“Uh, what do I say?” Y/n whispered, turning to toge. He shrugged in response, having no idea what to say either. “I’ll just explain it, explanations always work, right?” She gave him a thumbs up, he nodded and gave a thumbs up in return.
“So, we can’t exactly leave yet.” Y/n began to explain. She quickly noticed how Batman’s fist clenched at his side. “Because we’re on a mission to remove curses before they turn into a problem for this city.” She smiled at them.
“Gotham doesn’t need your help, we can handle the curses and anything else you’re after. Now leave.” He commanded, again.
“Then how were there an overwhelming number of curses when we arrived?” Y/n asked, humming at the end. “If you can handle them, we wouldn’t have seen so many. But you can’t handle them, so just accept our help.”
Batman’s glare narrowed even more, y/n was convinced his eyes would close if he narrowed them further. “Have it your way.” He responded.
“What’s that supposed to-“ y/n was cut off by batman side stepping, revealing his Batmobile that was parked behind him. The lights flashed brightly, they would’ve blinded her if she wasn’t wearing gojos super duper dark sunglasses. She’d asked about that, apparently they were costume built for him due to the six eyes, so they totally blocked everything out.
Y/n raised an eyebrow as two cables were shot from the vehicle, flying through the air with electricity crackling at the end of each cable. They stopped a foot away from her, the electricity visibly slowed down by something.
Toge stepped back, letting her handle it. However, he was confused on how she’d done that before remembering the conversation between her and gojo. His eyes widened in realization, perhaps gojo wasn’t just talking like he’d originally assumed, y/n really did have the neutral application of the limitless technique.
Batman was shocked as well, but his face didn’t betray him by revealing anything, it was still as stoic as before. His sidekicks were a different story, each were wearing their emotions on their face, too stunned to hide it.
Y/n took a step back, the cables dropping to the ground and laying there pathetically, electricity still coursing through the ends.
The curse from earlier took a chance, lunging from behind the container and knocking it down, making everyone glance towards it, confused by its actions and on guard. It slithered through the ground rapidly, closing the distance between itself and the cables before shoving them in its mouth.
Everything was silent for a few seconds, everyone simply stared at the curse, equally confused by its actions. Y/n looked at the vigilantes, her eyes narrowing as she noticed something. They could see the curse.
That was usually not something that happened since non-sorcerers wouldn’t be able to see curses, but the fact that they could see it was rather alarming. Her attention turned back to the curse, watching its body convulse before it exploded.
“Really?” She deadpanned. “It died from that?” Nobody believed it had died that easily, not even she did so. Y/n could sense something was amiss. She could vaguely remember gojos teachings about when a non-sorcerer would be able to see curses.
Some random flashback
“Usually, non-sorcerers are unable to see curses. However, some conditions can be met which allows them to see curses.” Gojo explained, laying lazily on his couch.
“One, cursed tools. Just like maki. Even though maki is a sorcerer, she can’t see curses like we can. So she uses glasses imbued with cursed energy to see them, just as how she uses cursed tools to exorcise them.”
“Two, life or death scenarios. Once non-sorcerers are near a situation where their lives might end, they can temporarily gain the ability to see the curses near them. If they keep the ability—if they survive—is a different story.”
Flashback end
The dust from the dead curse began to rise, slowly fading with the wind. Y/n and toge watched, about to shrug it off as a curse dying randomly until the dust stopped fading and began to form into something else.
Something more dangerous.
Everyone in the area was stunned into silence, because right before their eyes, they were witnessing the creation of a special grade curse.
Y/n looked over at Toge, shocked since this was the first time she was seeing it happen. Gojo had told her that curses could evolve, but this was still a shocking sight to see.
“Leave! It’s not safe here anymore!” Y/n shouted, trying to get Gothams vigilantes to leave so that she and Toge could handle the curse that was still evolving.
Batman glared at her. As much as he wanted to decline and tell her to leave instead, something deep in his chest felt wrong. He’d never been able to see curses without outside help from Constantine or Zatanna, so seeing it in person felt off.
“Maybe we should listen this once.” Dicks voice came from the comms. “This is way out of our league, we don’t even know how to take them down. Even she looks concerned, and she’s untouchable, literally.”
“Fine, everyone retreat. Now. Let the sorcerers handle this one, but don’t-“ his orders were interrupted when a new deep, scratchy voice came from the curse.
“Domain expansion…”
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A/N
Rather short chapter. Wanted to finish this one to get it out on time for this week before the weekend.
Also working on other stuff so I want to work on those as well to release them this week along with this chapter
just a silly little entry to @madamechrissy's jjk crossover event!
brief nsfw at the end // mdni // wc: 1.1k
It all started with a bouquet of flowers.
Well, that's not entirely true. It started from the very first time Satoru Gojo entered your husband's shop, searching for the eccentric liaison between the human sorcerers and the Shinigami of The Soul Society.
You and Kisuke decided to remain in The World of The Living after his name was cleared: Kisuke, because he wanted to continue his work freed from the iron thumb of the Central 46, and you, because you wanted Kisuke.
Life was peaceful … and fun, because Kisuke always knew how to draw the prettiest smile from your face, and took you on adventures, and came up with wacky (or, sometimes, downright dangerous) experiments that you'd dutifully help him execute.
But in those days where he lost himself in research … neglected everything — including himself — life could also get lonely.
Satoru reminded you of Kisuke when you were both young. Too smart that it sometimes made him stupid, a chatterbox through-and-through … sweet. Attentive. Always doing something ridiculous to impress you, transparent with his flirtatious remarks … lingered long after his purchase of sweets to help you clean or stock shelves.
You didn't mention you were married. You assumed he knew … but maybe he didn't. Because one day, he arrived with a big bouquet of roses and the prettiest puppy-dog eyes.
"Carnival's in town," he revealed, "lemme take ya."
Kisuke had been holed up in his study for two days. He hadn't touched you in far longer than that, mind too occupied by a new gigai design, with no room for intimacy or affection. He was a blur of manic ideas and drawings … and you were temporarily demoted from to 'wife' to 'personal assistant', forcing him to eat and interacting with visitors from both The Soul Society and the local faction of sorcerers on his behalf.
So maybe Satoru didn't know you were married … and if he did, he clearly didn't care. And it's not like you were agreeing to go fuck him in some love motel! It was a date to a carnival: incredibly innocent.
Did his body slot behind yours as he helped you aim a water gun at a target, chest pressing into your back?
Yes.
Did he proceed to gift you a corny teddy bear holding a heart — a prize for hitting said target with his assistance?
Yes.
Did he bring you onto the Ferris wheel and kiss you when you reached the top?
Shamefully … yes. He did. And you let him.
He kissed you again near the skee-ball stand, mouth sweet, lips stained blue from the popsicle you shared. And tongues were introduced behind the tilt-a-whirl.
Satoru came around a lot more often after that. He'd bring you little gifts … linger … help customers, because he was so familiar with the store, now, that he knew it like the back of his hand.
He dared to steal a kiss in the store room: and you let him. You let his hands roam for twenty minutes, lips swollen and clothing askew when you stumbled back into the light.
At time progressed, he grew bolder. More impatient. He'd slide behind the counter and grab your waist, nipping at your neck. His fingers would stuff themselves into your dripping cunt when the store was empty: you, a willing participant in these games.
You didn't think Kisuke noticed … but he did. The second he saw Satoru Gojo's eyes land on you for the first time, he knew the man would be trouble.
On some days, he heard your giggles when he'd leave his study to grab some food or tea, drawn out by the younger man's antics. On others, the store would be dead silent, and Kisuke knew you were out on a date with your new lover. Once or twice, he picked up on your moans through the thin walls. So audacious, so unlike you … and so, incredibly sexy.
If Kisuke were a smart(er) man, he would have intervened the very first time you blushed at one of Satoru's flirty provocations. But an unexpected excitement at the thought of seeing you with another man stirred something deep inside of him … and he quickly grew addicted to the thought of catching you in the act. So, Kisuke did what every husband should not: he neglected you. He busied himself day-and-night just to push you into another's arms. He'd finished his research on his new model of gigai a few weeks ago, but he busied himself with miscellaneous projects, like learning how to knit, as he allowed your new relationship to bloom.
He could tell Satoru was growing tired of the teasing; your moral dilemma of cheating was prohibiting you from taking the next step with the sorcerer, much to everyone's chagrin. But, all hope was not lost, because in a lust-induced ploy, Kisuke decided to commit the greatest sin of all:
He forgot your anniversary.
Intentionally.
In reality, he had an over-the-top date planned for that evening, complete with a quartet singing songs about regret and second chances. But before night hit, he played a bumbling fool, and you'd had enough.
You and Satoru were fucking like starved animals in the store room: your back arched, knees on the cold floor as Satoru gripped your hips from behind and slid his long cock into your sticky, dripping folds. Subtlety was not in his nature as he praised you and landed a mean ole' smack onto the bouncing flesh of your ass, drawing filthy moans from you as he curved into you perfectly with each stroke, filling you to the brim.
He wasn't Kisuke. You didn't feel the same connection … your body wasn't on fire, you weren't lovedrunk and babbling nonsense…but it was attention, and it was enough.
Kisuke could hear everything perfectly, and he could see it, too, because he installed a modified security camera in the store room earlier that day. It had a nifty zoom ability, and he wondered if Satoru had picked up on it, or if he really did know you were a taken woman, because he had you angled in just the right position so that Kisuke could get the perfect view of where your bodies collided.
Kisuke's hand was wrapped firmly around his cock, lip curled beneath his tongue in concentration as he slid his hand along his shaft in the same rhythm that Satoru fucked you. An activity that usually required lotion was now self-lubricating, the volume of precum leaking from his sensitive tip more than enough to override any friction that could hinder pleasure.
He timed his release with your own, spilling messily into his hand as you whined another man's name.
Kisuke had a lot of apologizing to do that night, as did you. He'd end your affair the same way it started: with a big bouquet of roses … and maybe some tears for extra measure.
