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hinakazino · 14 days

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Royal Reverse Harem, Gojo/Reader

#1 Continuation of the Royal Reverse Harem series! This'll be a mini series, just with interesting scenarios with JJK. <3 Warnings: Obsessive Gojo, mean gojo, toji/reader & gojo/reader.

When you'd first transferred into the novel, you were in a state of shock. The fancy bedroom, the beautiful decor, the utter amount of respect you were given, and the overly expensive food was awesome. Reality didn't really hit you until after a week or so.

You felt so stupid, you had wasted a week doing pretty much nothing except enjoy your new lifestyle. Sure the maids, butlers, and EVERYONE seemed terrified of you but all you really thought about was being nice to change their opinions.

Your idea of "I'll just be good and live my life happily watching my favorite characters" came completely crashing down when Gojo decided to pay you a visit. By now, thankfully you already set in motion your plan to change public opinion but Satoru had other ideas.

Satoru was stunning, a majestic being. He looked like an angel who had been sent from the heavens, sculpted by the gods themselves. His soft white hair and striking blue eyes, and oh goodness, his soft lips. It was a little embarrassing, how much you admired him.

When you first saw him, there was no doubt in your heart why the villainess loved him so much. Satoru was fascinating, not just in his standing but his mere presence demanded respect. You felt the air leave your lungs as you sat at the dinner table.

It was quiet for awhile, which made you feel awkward as Satoru himself was the one who requested your attendance. However, what you didn't know was that Gojo was just as confused with your silence. Normally you'd be speaking to him, in your confident haughty mannerisms.

He couldn't quite understand what was different today, you seemed, nervous? He didn't know, but what he did know was that at the moment he was fed up with your schemes. It was just too bad, he didn't know you weren't the actual villainess!!

"I don't understand why you're so silent, especially when you of all people should know why I'm here," he stated. Oh, now you were panicking, because you honestly had no idea what he was talking about!!

Silence seemed the best choice but this had only angered Satoru more. As the night progressed he had begun shouting at you, violently clattering plates to the floor, and commanding you to simply stay away from him.

It was a traumatizing experience, safe to say, after that Gojo Satoru did not look the same to you. Now whenever he was near you, whether it be just passing by or due to political, social, or marital reasons you tended to shift away whenever possible. Even when you were pressured by your family, which sucked, Gojo wasn't interested anyway so you snuck away most times.

In the end, you decided on a divorce, it was also the best step to ensure you stayed alive, which you asked for two weeks later after your dinner session with him. Satoru, although surprised by your request had asked whether this was a tactic to gain his favor.

"No, I truly want this divorce," you responded quietly, eyes not being able to meet his as you glanced everywhere but forward. You didn't know what to say to him anymore, it was not longer a feeling of awe and captivation anymore with him. Now, you simply wanted to be as far away from him as possible too.

Gojo on the other hand was delighted, had quickly signed the papers, and had pressured his father, the emperor, to confirm it a week later. Everyone was caught off guard by the sudden divorce, and word spread like wildfire.

Can you believe that the crown prince and, well, previous-to-be princess divorced? , I saw it coming from a mile away! That witch would've ruined this empire. , What does this mean, could it be that the rumor of the crown prince having a secret lover is true? Who is it? , Oh, I feel so sad for poor (y/n), she really is a kind woman, have you even spoken to her before?

The last statement made you proud when you heard of it from your lady-in-waitings. At the very least, public opinion had changed for you to some extent. You intended for it to continue turning positive for the better. Now that you stayed with your parents, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

What you didn't realize was that after 3 months of divorce Gojo was beginning to rethink his choices. Firstly, he was annoyed because despite the divorce being official his father still pestered him on the daily. The truth was evident, the emperor did not approve of a commoner becoming the future empress (that said commoner, the female lead).

The emperor only agreed on this divorce because Gojo did make some sense, and, he didn't want to lose the support of one of the highest nobles in his empire. That being said, he either now expected Satoru to find another noble lady (many available) or crawl back to you (honestly emperor has given up on trying to be civil).

Due to these factors, Satoru has still be thinking of you. However, he wasn't that interested until just about the 2nd month after your divorce with him. See, the reason was that he had eyes on you anyway, his spies in your estate told him anything they deemed necessary. What were you going to do? Go after the female lead again?

It was all too predictable, which was why when Satoru's father yelled at him for not doing anything he was confused. "What is it now father?" he responded, irritated. "YOU FOOL. (Y/N)'S ALREADY COURTING OTHERS, THE ZENIN, SOUND FAMILIAR? Oh.. you're a lost cause now..." his father had responded, tired and exhausted of his son.

That was when Gojo was informed by his spies, that you, in fact, had been in much contact with Toji much recently. Then, when Gojo asked why his men hadn't reported anything, they stated that they had mentioned it once already but nothing important seemed to come up other than you both being acquaintances. Plus, the rumor was everywhere anyway, they'd assumed he'd heard.

Now, Satoru began to watch you more intensively, peaked even higher when at a social party just 2 days later, you were dancing with Toji. Both of you so friendly, even Gojo was dumbfounded as to how. Didn't Toji not like you?

After Toji, there was Geto, Gojo's best friend turned into one of the Empire's sole enemies. A true tragedy that was, and yet, you were spotted with him as part of reports following his activity! Which occurred to everyone considered an enemy of the empire, but you? What were you doing with him?

Then there was the flirting with Choso, and your newfound friendship with Yuki. You were on a roll of drama, being front and center on stage whilst promoting good deals which pleased all classes on the social hierarchy. Gojo was at a loss and at the same time, thrilled? No, maybe jealous, not of you but those associated with you.

He hadn't seen you like that before, you looked genuinely happy now. You were having fun at social gatherings, not having a care in the world. Despite your obvious scandalous behavior, you were no longer committing acts of evil and, no longer glancing at him. Which didn't feel right!!

Gojo Satoru hated to admit it, but if this was another one of your games it was definitely working. Only a couple months after separation, and he was watching your every move. Even beginning to reconsider his choices, thinking how the female lead wasn't as interesting anymore to him.

Sadly, it was a bit too late now but Gojo has decided, he wants to win back your favor. A crown prince, a noble lady previously wed to him, what could potentially go wrong?

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emikotatsuya · 12 days

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Sensation's Rewrite Prologue

I decided to post the finished rewrite for the prologue here on Tumblr just so people can get a feel for some of the additions and for some new readers to hopefully look forward to when I'm done rewriting Sensation. Anyway, I hope you lovely readers enjoy it!

Regarding human nature, morality is questioned in almost every decision they make. To survive in this world, they make so many drastically different choices that humans like to put into the vague terms of Good and Evil. Humans are also hypocritical creatures, acting on their selfish desires and beliefs. One person will choose and be seen as a good person, while someone else will make the same decision and somehow be seen as the bad guy. The lines are blurred so often that there never seems to be an actual line between those opposing sides. It's easier to call it a gray area, but only some people are satisfied with just that. Humans need constant reassurance that they are making the right choices. That they're the protagonists of their own story, and any minor inconvenience is the antagonist.

In the depths of a hidden world, behind the general public, those lines are more thought out and clearly stated. Forces beyond normal human comprehension exist and sometimes threaten their lives without them ever knowing. All because they don't harbor the necessary eyes to see it. Behind the scenes, the more or less good guys are Jujutsu Sorcerers. Those men and women have been born with the ability to see cursed spirits and can harness the cursed energy those spirits are made of to defend humanity from them.

As for the bad guys, it is easy to say that cursed spirits are the set-in-stone villains. They are primarily mindless beings that move on instinct. However, some have become more powerful and evolved to be able to think and even talk in some cases. They may even gain a humanoid form if lucky, usually only present in powerful cursed spirits. That said, it goes without saying that Jujutsu Sorcerers are not all harbingers of goodwill. Having powers no average human has can quickly go to the head. Even though this happens, you never see a cursed spirit trying to be a good Samaritan. Right?

I thought about what it would be like if that wasn't the case as I walked down the dirt path deep within the woods outside of town and headed to the tiny log cabin I called my home. Almost two decades ago, I opened my eyes for the first time. Born from nothing but the forest's foreboding, I took my first steps. I had wandered the forest aimlessly for days without knowing why I existed. The first few months after my alleged 'birth', I ran into my first cursed spirit.

It was small and looked more like a ball of flesh than anything else. When it had noticed me, it had coward away. Sensing something that I could not perceive myself at the time. Something compelled me to believe that somehow, we were the same species, or at least made of the same thing. Though, of course, at the time, I had no idea what a cursed spirit was or how they were made. It didn't take long for my curiosity to turn into panic once the cursed spirit realized I wasn't a threat and somehow bit my hand clean off. I don't remember what happened next, but when I came to, the curse was nowhere to be seen, and my hand was somehow back. After that, I made a conscious effort to stay away from cursed spirits. I was scared I was going to get attacked again.

About a month later, I finally found my way to town outside the forest. That was when I discovered what humans were. I didn't go down immediately, scared they would harm me like the curse did. I watched the humans go about their lives from the cover of the forest's darkness. For a bit, that was enough.

I was simply content on watching. Humans were so fascinating; they were of different shapes and sizes with similar forms. They were social creatures, I learned soon enough, and eventually, I longed to be down there with them. One day, I noticed a cursed spirit had wandered from the forest and crawled down to the town. That was when I first learned of the basic instinct of cursed spirits to prey on humans.

I desperately wanted to go down there and help, warn them of the dangers, but my fears had held me back. However, I didn't have to in the end, as a jujutsu sorcerer had been notified of the attack and had come swiftly to deal with the problem. They didn't sense me by some miracle, but I saw firsthand how strong they could be and how they killed cursed spirits without hesitation. I remember being scared to death at the thought of returning to the forest's edge after that, wondering If I would be the next one for the slaughter. Eventually, I gathered some courage and resumed my people-watching.

One day, by mere accident, I somehow changed my form. I barely noticed the change, but my eye level was lower than usual. I was suddenly shorter than I was initially. While wandering around the forest and eventually finding a river near where I live now, I was shocked to see a human face staring back at me. As embarrassing as it was, I thought a human was trapped under the water, unable to fathom that I could ever look like that.

However, after my initial panic to rescue said human, I realized that it was actually me that I was staring at. I remember a wave of relief washing over me to finally not see the monstrous face I had grown used to seeing in my reflection. Since that day, I never changed back. I traveled down to the town below that day with my new form. I had apparently taken the form of a five-year-old child, so the adults who had first noticed me freaked out when they saw me. I was caked with dirt, my hair was matted, and I was naked. Clothes, sadly, did not come with the transformation, though at the time, I didn't know the importance of clothes.

Before I knew it, one of the townspeople rushed me to their home and threw me into a warm bath. Scrubbing away all the dirt and grime before almost tearing my hair as they brushed the knots out. They had bombarded me with many questions, all worried for my well-being. It was overwhelming. Now that I think back on it, they probably thought I was abused and had been abandoned in the forest to die. After all, no 'child' looks like that if they came from a loving family.

However, at the time, I couldn't answer them even if I had wanted to. I didn't know how to speak or dress myself. I remember the look on an elderly woman's face when she noticed how confused I looked when she had given me a tiny dress that one of the other townsfolk had run out and bought for me. Her look of pure sadness at the realization that I didn't even know how to put clothes on will forever be ingrained in my memory. The townsfolk there at the time had spent a good few hours trying to get clothes onto me.

I had apparently struggled and squirmed so much that they had to hold me down just to put the dress on. When they were done, I finally looked like an ordinary little girl. After everything slowly settled down, the townsfolk decided what to do with me. Some tried to find my parents, though that was arduous since I didn't have any. They tried to take me in at some point, but I ran back into the forest. After all, that day was the first time I interacted with humans, and it was too much too soon.

The next day, after calming down, I returned to the town. The townsfolk had been worried and kept watch at the forest's edge. Only a few wanted to search for me in the forest because it was considered haunted. I wasn't surprised because of the number of Cursed Spirits born in it. That was when I met my Papa, a young man who had heard of what had happened and was the first person on the scene when I was spotted the next day.

He had asked me if I wanted to live with him, but the thought of him or anyone finding out about what I was, or another Jujutsu Sorcerer coming by, had ended in me, no matter how tempting the offer had been, outright refusing him. Even if it wasn't a dangerous offer, the forest had become my home, and I couldn't bear to leave it after all this time. After some discussion, they eventually decided I would join Elementary school. Before I could join, however, they had to set up a place for me to stay. So, some builders from the village ended up renovating an old abandoned cabin in the woods.

For the first year, one of the school teachers would walk up to the cabin and walk me all the way down to the elementary school. I would have dinner with the young man, who would walk me back to the cabin. The other kids in my grade had thought I was weird since I didn't talk, and eventually, a rumor circulated that I was an orphan. I didn't make any friends because of it. Over that first year, my form slowly changed, aging as if I were a human; after that year, I finally learned how to talk and, eventually, how to read and write. However, I had a terrible stutter whenever I did talk, as my vocal cords were not used to it.

About a month after I could talk a sentence, the young man brought something up during dinner one night. "So, what's your name, little one?" I looked up from my food to look up at him curiously. "M-m-my n-name?" I barely managed out. Ms and Ns at the start of words were the hardest to pronounce for me. "Yes, your name. A good little girl like you must have a wonderful name." I lowered my head to look back at the food, my hand tightening around the fork. "I don't have a n-name." Not long after I had said that the young man dropped his glass, causing it to shatter on the floor below; the noise made me flinch with how loud it was. "They didn't even give you a name?"

I knew he meant to whisper it, but his emotions got the better of him. It confused me; why was he so angry? Had I done something wrong? "I-I'm sorry." His head snapped back at me, and he quickly threw his hands up. "No, no! It isn't your fault. It will never be your fault. It's just.." He trailed off. "I'll tell you when you're older; let me clean this up, okay? You continue eating your food," I nodded softly as I ate. The young man was hunched over on the floor, cleaning up the shards of glass and the water that had spilled everywhere.

Once our plates had been emptied of food, I sat on one of the stools on the island in the kitchen while he washed the dishes. "So," He started. "Would you like me to give you a name?" My head perked up at that. A name? My own name? I couldn't help but shyly nod, giddy at the idea of receiving a name. He chuckled at my reaction and thoughtfully held his chin in his hands. "Hmm, I think I'll call you (Y/n), and for your last name, why not mine? From now on, you'll be (Y/N) Chibana." He grinned at me, "Awe- now that I think about it, I never told you my name earlier; sorry about that, kiddo, my name is Hisato Chibana. In my family, Chibana means 'A Thousand Blossoms.' You'll grow into that quite nicely. My little Hana."

That was the day my father officially adopted me. And he had wasted no time taking up his new role as my father. He was a patient man and never once got angry at me for my struggles to speak or if I was having trouble with my school work since I was starting school later than the other kids. Father had picked up everything and moved into the cabin in the woods with me not even two weeks after I started school. His neighbors had tried to stop him, warning him of the forest's dangers, but he simply smiled and said. "If I wasn't there for my daughter, then what kind of father would I be?" It was nice knowing he was there for me. It took me forever to properly warm up and see him as my Papa. I remember a day when he gave the principal an earful after he found out how some of the kids were making fun of the fact I was adopted since they couldn't exactly make fun of the fact I was an orphan anymore.

When we got home that day, he sighed deeply and ruffled my hair as he told me to help him prepare the ingredients for dinner. "Don't listen to them, my little hana. You just have a different circumstance than them, but that doesn't make them better than you. You are an amazing young girl. I couldn't have wished for a better daughter," Is what he had told me, with a warm smile on his face. It had made him look so bright. I had clung to his leg for the rest of the night.

When I turned eleven, my happy life with my father ended. It was the middle of class, and I sat alone at one of the tables. The classroom was situated where there were fewer students than tables, and since the students were allowed to sit wherever they liked, I was the only one at my table. The teacher at the front of the room was teaching us multiplication when the phone rang. She told us to all settle down as he headed to the back of the class to answer the phone. "Yes, hello? Yes. She's here..what?" I saw the teacher go pale as her eyes landed on me, and I immediately knew something was up. "Ok..yes, I'll tell her. Alright, goodbye."

The teacher hung up the phone."Chibana-San, please come with me." Everyone's eyes were on me as I slowly got out of my chair and followed our teacher out of the classroom. We didn't walk far, just to a different classroom that wasn't used at the moment; she sat me down at one of the tables. "Alright, Chibana-san, I must tell you some important news. It has to do with your father, Mister Chibana." I slowly nodded, my hands slightly shaking under the table as I feared the worst. "You see..while your dad was at work today, a little accident happened." The teacher looked at me with so much pity that I almost couldn't stand to look at her. "Is he ok?" I could barely hear my voice; I had spoken so softly. She shook her head, hanging low as she tried not to cry. After all, it wasn't every day you had to deliver news like this to an eleven-year-old. "Y-Your father got caught up in it, and he- he lost his life." In the end, she couldn't hold back the tears. And just like that, my world came crashing down around me.

Six years ago, my father died due to a workplace accident. They were working on construction, and some beams weren't tied correctly, so when the ropes gave way, my Papa was crushed under its weight when it fell. The information hit me like a ton of bricks at the time. The one person in my life who had helped me through each day, who cared about me, was gone forever. A week after his death, was when his funeral was held.

Papa was beloved in town. He was an upstanding citizen who loved to help people. Never failed to put a smile on everyone's face, so it wasn't a surprise that so many people had shown up. I can't remember a single person there that day besides my teacher, but I remember the heavy feeling in my gut each time they looked at me in pity. Whispering to one another how dreadful it was for me to lose my father so young, all while I was still in earshot. Others, the more superstitious, whispered how it was my fault, that I must have been a bad omen. My teacher led me away shortly after the comments started getting out of hand. Only when I got home did I finally cry, finally began to fully grieve his death. For the first time in years, I was alone again. I didn't leave his room for a good few days. Soaking his pillows with my tears, I eventually believed those comments were accurate. Everyone at school believed it, after all, which only worsened the bullying.

Back to the present, and out of my depressing thoughts, I set down the groceries I had bought in town by the door. A sigh escaped my lips as I dug around in my pockets for my house key before opening the door. I crouched down to pick up the groceries before entering the cabin. "Papa...I'm home," I called out into the empty house as I closed the door behind me and locked it. Moving into the kitchen, I set the groceries down on the counter. I heard tiny footsteps and smiled softly as I turned around."Yes, yes, I'm home, Rose."

A few feet away was a pure white angora cat with heterochromatic eyes. The cat's eyes were blue and yellow, which reminded me of jewels. As I often shortened it, Primrose, or Rose, appeared shortly after Papa died. It was about a month after the funeral, if I remember correctly. But I could remember the night Rose came into my life so clearly.

After another long day at school, I only wanted to cry in Papa's room. Middle School was already hard to get through with all the bullying; now that Papa was gone, it felt more like I was trapped in hell. I set my backpack by the sofa before returning to Papa's room. I collapsed onto the bed and let out a shaky breath. It wasn't long before the tears began to fall from my face.

Every time I cried over Papa, it felt like another part of me was dying. How could humans even handle emotions like this? Doesn't it just eat them from the inside out? My arms wrapped around his pillow in a vice. Holding it tighter and tighter with every wail that left my mouth. The pain in my heart was unbearable. The moon shone through the window onto my form, and at that moment, it felt like I was being set on fire. I didn't want the light on me. I didn't deserve it. Not after everything I've cau-

A drawn-out mewl from the window snapped me out of my thoughts. The sudden sound caught me off guard, and I sat up, forgetting my grief only for a moment. A pure white cat with a slightly fluffy mane was on the window sill. The cat's eyes shun like jewels against the moonlight, and my eyes widened at seeing its eyes being two different colors. Its left eye was a beautiful honey color, and its right eye was a light blue. All things considered, it was a beautiful cat.

Before I could speak, the cat jumped onto the bed, startling me further. It walked over, unafraid, and laid down in my lap. It looked up at me and stared. Despite my initial shock, a soft, somber smile graces my lips. "Are you all alone too?" I wiped my tears and gently petted the cat on the head; in response, the cat meowed back as if in reply. "what's your name?" I looked the cat over. "It looks like you don't have an owner..you must really be all alone.." I looked that cat over, "I think..I'll call you Primrose."

Primrose tilted her head slightly, looking at me with curiosity. I shook my head, 'I've done enough reminiscing for one day.' I crouched down and petted her. "Yes, I know, you're hungry. Don't worry; I got you your fancy tuna." A soft laugh left my lips as I rummaged through the plastic bags and got out a can of tuna. The only brand that Rose will eat is an expensive one, but I can't bring myself to not buy it for her. Rose helped me through a lot of the heartbreak of losing my Papa. Now, as a Fourth-year in high school, Primrose remains my one and only friend.

I opened a drawer and got out the can opener. I opened the can and set it on the counter for Primrose to enjoy. After feeding my feline companion, I got to work on putting away the groceries. "Did you behave while I was away at school today?" I said as I looked over my shoulder and put some food in the fridge. Primrose, in response, looked away from me. Being an expressive cat, I could tell she was offended. "Oh, come on, you know I'm only kidding."

I threw away the plastic bags along with the now-empty tuna can. "Come on, Rose..let's say hello to Papa." We walked down the hall to a room adjacent to mine, and I opened the door. Across the room was a small shrine. I sat on the pillow in front of it and looked at the picture of my Papa. He was just getting into his thirties when he died, which came with the light facial hair he had started to grow. He had shaggy hair and eyes that always reminded me of honey. The highlight of the old picture was his bright, warm smile. One that barely ever left his face. One that I was so used to seeing.

I lit the incense on the shrine and clasped my hands together. "Hey Papa, school was okay today. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either." My eyes closed as I thought about my Papa. "My grades are doing good. I've been studying really hard as of late." My eyelids fluttered open as my eyes made contact with the eyes in the picture. I missed hearing his voice, feeling his warmth whenever he hugged me, and laughing at his cheesy jokes.

"I...I've been thinking about the past a lot today.." I couldn't look at his face anymore, and I looked down. "I'm...so sorry that I never told you...I hope you can forgive me from where you are in heaven..or wherever you are." I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks as my hands fell to my sides, forming into fists as I dug my nails into my palms. "Would you still consider me your daughter if you knew what I am? Would you still call me your little Hana, knowing what my kind does to humans?"

I felt like I couldn't breathe as I fell to my hands and knees and watched the tears fell onto the hardwood floor. "No matter how much I think about it, the guilt keeps eating away at my soul. Was I really the cause of your death? Did I doom you?" I jolted upward with a slight yelp as Primrose sunk her teeth into my arms."Ow! Rose, why did you-" I stopped as I noticed the distress in Primrose's eyes. I took deep breaths before letting out a long sigh as a half-hearted smile graced my lips."Thank you, Rose. I had another episode, didn't I?"

Primrose nuzzled her head against my arm and walked toward the door. My smile faded into something softer as I got up, glancing at my father's portrait. "I'll see you again tomorrow, Papa." I left the room with Primrose and closed the door behind me. "What would I do without you? You might as well be my emotional support animal at this rate." I watched Primrose walk toward my room, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Right, you need your beauty sleep." I stretched my back before rubbing where Rose had bit my arm. "She bit me hard. Even left a mark, fun."

I decided that I was just going to skip dinner tonight and go back outside for a walk in the forest. So I headed for the door, unlocked it, and stepped outside. It was almost nighttime, and the sun was just about to set. My head tilted toward the sky to absorb the colors cast over it. 'It should be that time of day, right?' With that thought, I headed back down the path. Just up ahead was my destination, a small bridge that crossed over a river.

From what my Papa told me, this bridge was constructed years ago, and when the builders were grabbing stones to make up the bridge, they somehow found a big piece of emerald caked in dirt. Over the years, the dirt fell away because of rain, and the emerald was eventually revealed. Sadly, the townsfolk couldn't get it out because of where it was located on the bridge since the wall would have to be broken. Around this time of day, because of the angle it had been placed in the bridge, only during this time, when the sun started to set, did the sun's light shine through the emerald perfectly and make a beautiful design on the river's surface. Some myth was also connected to the bridge, but I can't remember it.

I stopped beside the emerald in the bridge and looked over the railing. On most days, it cast a nice green glow on the ripples of the water. Yet, today, it seemed to not be the case as the water almost had a red look. I rubbed my eyes several times to ensure I wasn't seeing things. 'That's never happened before. Is there dirt on it?' I peeked on the other side of the emerald gemstone and saw nothing. "Maybe it's a little early?" I whispered to myself softly before I took a deep breath. 'Something about this situation doesn't sit right with me.'

I shook my head and turned around. The last thing I wanted was to come face to face with another cursed spirit because I was stressing over a weird bridge. I headed back inside, locked the door, and headed down the hall and into my room. Primrose was lying on my bed, sleeping soundly. I crawled into bed, trying not to disturb her. "Good night, Rose." I closed my eyes and tried my best to go to sleep.

Underneath the river's waters lay a plaque, long forgotten. Words carved into it told a small tale of the bridge. "Beware thy soul who views the river red, For soon a terrible fate lies ahead. When visiting the gem of the river so fair, Pray your fate isn't worse than death, beware!"

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authorautumnbanks · 1 month

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A Thousand Days With You (12)

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Suguru stifles a yawn as Manami discusses the day's schedule.

Meet with the peons and reinforce that their duty is to bring monkeys to the shrine for their money or curses. They have been slacking in their role lately and need to be reminded of their value, which is less than dirt.

Meet with one of the sponsors for the shrine this afternoon after he's had lunch. He forgets the name. Not that it matters. All monkeys look the same to him.

And prepare for the attack on Jujutsu society. He'll need to schedule some time to stop by Jujutsu High. If he can convince Okkotsu Yuta to join his cause, there will be no need for him to waste his curses. And if he can't convince the newest special grade, then he'll just continue with his plan to kill him and take Rika.

"Geto-san!" a man with shit brown hair shouts, running down the corridor.

Suguru's lips twitch before morphing into a smile. "Ah.. Monkey-san, what can I do for you?" It's far too early for him to be dealing with monkeys. Who let this man into the shrine at this time? In the meeting today, he'll make sure to remind everyone that no unauthorized vermin should be approaching him without an appointment.

Perhaps he should kill a follower or two for their incompetency.

The man falters. "Mori. It's Mori."

"That's what I said." Suguru stuffs his hands into his long sleeves. "How can I help you, Mori-san?"

"Actually, if I may," Manami cuts in. "Mori-san has a scheduled meeting with you this afternoon to discuss the lack of payments."

Mori's face flushes red. "Yes. Yes. I have plans on resuming payments. But this is more important. My girlfriend has been bewitched."

Suguru swallows the sigh. "Bring your girlfriend in for cleansing, then."

"It's not on her…that bastard probably was on her the other night. He was far too smug. And he did something to me, I know it!"

Suguru glances at Manami from the corner of his eye, before snapping his attention back to Mori. "Please explain fully. This will add to your bill."

Mori jerks his head. He reaches into wrinkled pants and pulls out his phone. "I took a picture of that demon. Gojo Satoru, he's been all over my girlfriend. Higurashi Kagome. All over her like a curse."

Satoru?

Suguru takes the phone and blinks. Satoru is standing pretty close to this Kagome.

"Where was this taken?" It doesn't look like the outside of Satoru's penthouse.

"Kagome's apartment. I waited for her to come back home. We had a disagreement earlier that day regarding our lack of dates. We went out once and everything was going fine and then that brat. He had dark spiky hair, tripped and spilled my drink all over me. Which would have been fine, but that bastard, Gojo, came over and bewitched Kagome. He even offered to take her home in front of me! And when I tried to go after her, I couldn't move. It was like something was pushing me back, causing me to trip over myself." Mori sucks in a breath. His whole body trembles. "I know he fucked her. I just know it. She looked so beautiful that night and he…there's no way he didn't trick her into coming inside."

Suguru blinks. One date? Is this monkey stupid? He must be.

"Perhaps I should stop by and personally heal your…girlfriend. Kagome, was it?"

Mori nods. "I can write out her address and the times she normally comes back home." Mori takes the clipboard and pen from Manami and jots down the information. "The only way to get her away from that man is to kill him. He's evil. Needs to be exorcized."

Suguru's face hardens. The only one dying here is this vermin. He snaps his fingers right as Mori hands the clipboard over. Three fly heads swarm Mori and grab a hold of his face.

"Do you mind if I hold on to this?" he asks, waving the phone. Suguru sends the picture to himself.

Higurashi Kagome.

She's beautiful, he'll give her that. But what is it about her that has Satoru so interested?

"I- I kinda …" Mori's face stretches as the fly heads tug harder. "Something.. something is wrong."

"Mhmm," Suguru hums. "The only evil I see here is you." He opens an app and sends money over to himself. It's the least Mori can do right before he dies. Someone should be paid for the labor of cleaning up this mess.

The fly heads tug one more time and Mori lies in a puddle of his own blood. Suguru's lip curls. He pulls out his disinfectant and sprays himself down.

Disgusting.

"According to this, she should be home early this evening unless she has something else to do."

Suguru perks up and takes the paper. "Perfect. I'll have to pay her a visit. It's not like him to waste time on a monkey…besides that student of his." He shakes his head. "Mori's passing has left me with a great deal of hunger. Are there any snacks ready?"

Manami laughs. "I know the perfect snack for this occasion."

Suguru rolls his shoulders back as he approaches the door. This should be the address. He doesn't sense Satoru nearby.

Good. He raises his fist to knock, but the door swings open.

Oh.

Ohh.

"Are you here for an energy massage?" Kagome asks. Her black hair is down and curls at the ends. Her green turtleneck sweater dress is modest and somehow not. His eyes travel down the length of her. "Hello?" She waves a hand in his face.

"I'm sorry. I got distracted by how beautiful you are." He smiles and stuffs his hands into his dark jeans. Normally he'd wear his robes, but he wants to get a sense of who this Kagome is without Satoru around. And dressing down puts people at ease unless they are visiting the shrine.

Kagome blushes. "Umm thanks. But you're here for an energy massage, right? I normally do them at the school, but I'll let it go this time since your energy is all twisted up. Come in…what's your name?"

"Geto Suguru, but you can just call me Suguru." There's something about her that he can't put his finger on. Whatever it is, she doesn't have cursed energy.

Is that why Satoru is so interested?

She smiles and crooks her finger for him to follow. He closes the door behind him. His eyes drop to her ass.

Make that another reason why Satoru is interested in her.

Suguru slides his shoes off. He's not so uncouth as to wear his shoes inside. So, this is the woman that monkey was convinced is his girlfriend? Frankly, he doesn't see why she even gave that thing the time or day.

"How does this work? I've heard others talk about it," he says, lying through his teeth as he takes a seat next to her on the couch.

Kagome holds out her hands for him to take. She crosses her legs. "Just try to relax. If it hurts, let me know and I'll stop. It affects Satoru and Kento way differently than everyone else." She blows out a breath. "I need to ask Satoru about that. He only likes his done in private and Kento is adamant about never having another one. Everyone else is fine, though."

Suguru nods his head as though he understands. This isn't going how he envisioned the meeting going, but he's curious as to what this energy massage entails. Her energy is different from his. At least she isn't like those vermin. Something about her feels pure. A breath of fresh air in a world of curses. He needs to know more about her.

And if he's lucky, maybe he can convince her to join his cause.

"Okay, just close your eyes."

He humors her and sucks in a breath. What the hell? His breath quickens. His cock twitches, rising to half-mass.

Oh shit.

Suguru's eyes snap open. His body is on fire. At least it feels that way with how his blood thrumming in his veins. "Kagome," he says, voice slightly strained. His pupils must be dilated. He's close to coming in his pants. What the fuck was that? That's an energy massage? He bites down on his lip, drawing blood.

Shit. The things he wants to do to her right now.

"Hmm?" She opens her eyes and blinks. "You've got that same crazed look Satoru gets…" Her brows pinch together.

He blows out a breath. Her hands are so small in his.

"Does it hurt?" She leans forward.

"N-no," he says, wincing slightly. Did he just stutter?

"You're feverish!" Kagome takes her hands back and places one on his forehead. "Do you need to lie down?" She glances down. "The couch is a bit small for you, though. You can lie in my bed if you want until you feel better." Kagome stands and grabs his hand.

He needs to get out of there. Needs to get back to his place. The last thing he needs to do is follow her to her bedroom. Suguru squeezes his eyes shut. Why won't his legs cooperate? This was not a part of the plan!

"Kagome…I'm fine. I just need to get going, is all."

"Absolutely not," she snaps. "You look like you're going to fall over." She opens the door and leads him over to the bed. "Now lie down." She lets go of his head and pushes against his chest. Suguru sucks in a breath as he lies down on the bed. The sheets smell like her and…He turns his face, pushing his nose closer to the sheet. Smells like Satoru.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks, turning his head to the side.

"Working. Will you be there tomorrow? I know everyone's been so busy with back-to-back missions. I still haven't been able to meet everyone yet." She huffs. "There's a whole other school and I haven't been able to meet them either."

"I might stop by if I have time," he breathes. His fingers twitch. He really, really needs to get back home. "Let me take you out tomorrow for dinner." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. "I'll need your number."

Kagome squints. "I'm not sure…you're a coworker."

"Not really," he says breezily. "I haven't been affiliated with Jujutsu High in a long time. Though I still help with curses when I can."

"Oh." Kagome bites her lip. "One date wouldn't hurt then." She takes his phone and puts her number in. "I'll be back to check on you." A phone rings. Kagome glances at the door.

"Expecting a call?" He takes his phone back and blows out a breath.

"It's probably Satoru."

Suguru grits his teeth. "You should get that then…. Can you do me a favor?"

Kagome nods her head.

Damn. He wants to lean forward and kiss her. She looks so…this was a bad idea. Coming here. He should have sent someone else to gather intel.

"Can you not tell Satoru about this?" He motions his hand, gesturing to him and her. "About us. He likes to play a lot of tricks."

"Tricks?" She presses her lips together. "I can see that, though it's usually in good nature."

Suguru keeps his face blank. The phone rings again.

Kagome sighs. "Just get some rest before you head out." She turns and walks away, closing the door behind her.

Suguru blows out a breath and reaches down to readjust himself. Holy fuck. He glances at the window. He needs to go, like five minutes ago. Suguru slides out of the bed. His face is warm. Hot. Each step is harder than the last one. All he wants to do is strip off his clothes and jerk off.

He hisses. He's never been this turned on before. And she gives those away so freely? Anger swells in his chest. Who the fuck else got one? Satoru and Nanami? Who else? Suguru doesn't like to kill his fellow sorcerers, but he might have to change that rule if it comes down to it. He opens the window and glances back. She'll understand.

He can't stay here.

He summons a curse that can fly and hops on. "Move faster," he commands it. His cock is aching. The faster he gets home, the better. Suguru closes his eyes. He can still feel her shimming under his skin. So sweet. Intoxicating. Her scent is locked in his memory now.

That was Higurashi Kagome, huh?

He opens his eyes and hops off the curse. His hands shake as he unlocks the door to his apartment. He tosses his clothes off, nearly ripping them. There's no time to make it to his bedroom or to the bathroom. He leans back against the door, not even bothering to lock it behind him. His hand wraps around his cock. He lets out a sigh of relief as he grips his cock tighter, working it over and over. "Fuck, Kagome," he breathes, as his orgasm washes over him. He wants to sink into Kagome's heat, but it's too soon.

Too soon for that, but in time, he will have her right where he wants her…

Wait.

He glances down at the mess in his hand and then down at his feet. His mind screeches to a halt. No way. There is no way. This can't be happening.

His shoes. He left his shoes!

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A/N: This chapter wasn't even supposed to come out today but I was so inspired by Erakubi's fanart on Tumblr that I couldn't stop writing lol.

There weren't any questions for A Thousand Days, but I did find the comment about how most harems are done pretty interesting. To me, it is important that Satoru, Kento, and Suguru build a relationship with Kagome individually and as a group. And also seeing how their relationships evolve with one another. I think a lot of the reverse harems we see on tv aren't really harems because the girl ends up with one dude.

So for me, it's important that everyone is building a relationship. Though poor Kento. Satoru and Suguru are going to bully that man, but he secretly likes it so it's okay.

Hopefully no one minds that this fic will be just as long as How To Tame. We still haven't even touched on the Demon realm because Satoru has been very...very needy.

Stay safe. Take your vitamins. Drink your water. And keep refilling your well! I hope your week is going well!

#crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #kagome higurashi #getoxkagomexgojo #nanami x kagome #reverse harem #crossposted on ao3 #kagome crossovers

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maribellec · 2 years

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Current writing plans:

Nanami x AFABTailor!OC

Assistant!Nanami x LittleMermaid!OC

A Self Indulgent Reverse Harem(s)

Nanami x Succubus!OC

KinkTober Challenge!

Qin Shi Huang x Attendant!OC

#nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #qin shi huang #qin shi huang x reader #qin shi huang smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv #ror #kinktober challenge #reverse harem

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hopeawakenedmyskeletons · 2 years

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My Reverse Harem

#anime #reverse harem #Haikyuu #demon slayer #obey me #mystic messenger #hunter x hunter #fruits basket #ergo proxy #trigun #pandora hearts #jujutsu kaisen

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reawakened-goddess · 1 year

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❝ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 ♡ ʺ || 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 ❞

ೃ⁀➷ ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 ❞

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"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴"

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: ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

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(𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒)

ⓒ𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍-𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒

ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.

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About Me

Quinny F/30, She/Her

Obsessions: Jujutsu Kaisen, Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Yuta Okkotsu, Figure collecting, Writing

Quinny's Masterlist

AO3 Account

My Works

Series

Title "When I Catch You Gege " (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Summary Reader is Isekai'd into JJK with the determination to change canon and make sure she rights the wrongs of Gege. Oh and enjoy her time there...yeah that too. No manga plot spoilers. Reader x everyone. All characters 18+ unless otherwise stated.

Content Warning: Canon typical violence, torture, suicide, Non-con, extreme bullying, angst with a happy ending.

Pairings: Reader x Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Junpei Yoshino, Okkotsu Yuta, Toji Fushiguro

Genre Fix It, Reverse Harem, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angst w/ Happy Ending Status Ongoing Length 26 Chapters / 120,000 + Words Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Title Sanity's Last Stop (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Summary Forced to work after the death of her father y/n finds themselves filling a nurses role at Hillsboro Asylum for the Criminally Insane. The patients and workers alike have her questioning her own sanity in this new insular world during WWII.

Ryoumen Sukuna has become a fixture in solitary confinement for the last seven years. His sanity was barely there before but now it is frayed beyond redemption. A good will gesture brings him and y/n into a strange secret relationship

Okkotsu Yuta swears he isn’t insane he didn’t hurt anyone it was Rika who killed those people. Just because no one else can see her doesn’t mean she isn’t there. You believe him right?

Pairings: Reader x Ryoumen Sukuna, Reader x Yuta Okkotsu

Genre Horror, Angst, Eventual Smut, Angst w/ Happy Ending Status Ongoing Length 1 Chapter 4,000+ Words Chapters Chapter 1

One Shots

Title Kick-Off - Goalies Turn (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Genre Comedy, Fluff, Smut, Soccer AU

Pairing Reader x Choso

Fic Recommendations

Jujutsu Kaisen

The Gallery (Fanart & Commissions for my Fics)

#Masterlist #quinnyficrelated #QuinnyMasterlist #reader x Haibara Yu #reader x gojo #reader x Suguru #reader x Nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #yuta okkotsu

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nonelysianthoughts · 3 months

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Welcome

Come one come all, I welcome you to this chaotic space I call my own. You may refer to me as Elysia for now, and for now all I ask is that you beware of where you tread within this library of thoughts and literature (*cough cough fanfics*)

About Elysia! Adult, She/Her, Ravenclaw, Mythology lover, Child of Poseidon, Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Pisces Ascendant, Reader, INTJ-T, 3w4, Engene, Lana Del Rey Stan, Selenophile, Astrophile, Daydreamer, TWST player, Manhwa reader, casual kpop listener, amateur editor, moodboard maker, Pinterest addict

Books! The Inheritance Games, The Lunar Chronicles, RiordanVerse, Harry Potter, The Song of Achilles, The Young Elites (though it is seldom talked about), Heartless, A Good Girls Guide to Murder, The Hunger Games, The Selection, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, The Folk of the Air series,

Anime+Donghua!! My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Danganronpa, The Seven Deadly Sins, Snow White with the Red Hair, My Next Life as a Villainess, Demon Slayer, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, The Promised Neverland, Hunter X Hunter, Maid Sama, Spy X Family, Oshi No Ko, Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Link Click,

Manhwa+Manga! (Warning: I’m probably not caught up on any of these) Who Made me a Princess, The Way to Protect the Female Leads Older Brother, Death is the only Ending for the Villainess, The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass, I’ll be the Matriarch in this Life, Father, I don’t want to get Married!, The Villainess is a Marionette, Actually, I was the Real One, My Husband Hides his Beauty, The Strongest Characters in the World are Obsessed with me, Insos Law, Lillian of Turin, Becoming the Villains Family, How to get my Husband on my Side, Ashtarte, The Broken Ring: This Marriage will Fail Anyway, Dreaming Freedom, The Real Daughter is Back, The Reason why Raeliana Ended up at the Dukes Mansion, The Tyrant wants to Live Honestly, Second Life of a Trash Princess, Pure Villain, Even if you Slit my Mouth, Kasane, Sister, I am the Queen in this Life, How to Survive as a Maid in a Horror Game, The First Night with the Duke, To You Who Swallowed a Star, The Empress’ Lipstick, Never Ending Darling, Zero Game, Villain to Kill, Muse on Fame, Cierra, Seasons of Blossom, 66,666 Years: Advent of the Dark Mage, Go Away Romeo, Omniscient Reader, Wavering Worlds, See you in my 19th Life, Phone Addict, Men of the Harem, The Perfect Hybrid, Blood of the Butterfly, Your Throne, The Remarried Empress

Music! Lana Del Rey, Enhypen, New Jeans, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Blackpink, Bts, Muiscals, Ren Zotto, Maneskin

Currently!

Audiobook(s):

Online read(s): The Kingdom of Back, Circe, Shatter Me

Physical read(s): The Rule of Thoughts, The Songs from the Deep

Manhwa/Webtoon I’m catching up with: Return of the Female Knight, The Tyrant wants to Live Honestly, Zero Game

Shows: Death Note, Avatar: the Last Airbender (animated series), Outer Banks, Gilmore Girls, Percy Jackson and the Olympians

#welcome #introduction #tumblr intro #introductory post #nice to meet you

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lillianawayne99 · 11 months

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CastAway Chapter 20

Pairing: Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna, Nanami X OC

Genre: Action Romance

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, M/M, M/F/M, three way, unprotected sex, sex outdoors, sex in a public place, fingering, manhandling, dominant Gojo, switch Yuuji, submissive MC, quirofilia, dry humping, Sukuna and Yuuji share control, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, choking, dacryphilia, double penetration, praise, degradation, creampie

Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.

Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist

Yuuji stared up at Gojo through hooded eyes. He groaned again as Gojo tugged on his hair. With one hand on Yuuji’s waist and the other in his hair, he pushed us backwards until Yuuji’s back hit the tree I’d sent Sukuna flying into. Yuuji and I grunted as we were forced to a sudden stop.

Gojo took another step forward, keeping the three of us pressed firmly together. Using Yuuji to hold us still, bright blue eyes shifted their gaze to mine. Feeling Gojo’s eyes on me, I turned to look at him. His gaze darkened as he saw his own lust mirrored in my eyes.

All three of our chests heaved in unison as the weight of what we were doing sank in. No one else was here, no one would know, and yet the fear of getting caught was starting to hit us. Well, based on the look of pure lust in Gojo’s eyes, it was hitting me and Yuuji. Gojo didn’t seem to care about getting caught, or maybe it turned him on even more.

“Safeword?” Gojo asked, his eyes boring into mine.

“What?” I asked as Yuuji’s breath faltered behind me.

“Do you have one?” Gojo clarified, glancing behind me at Yuuji to show he was asking both of us.

“Yes. Why, am I going to need it?” I followed Gojo’s gaze, glancing repeatedly between the two men I was caged between.

“I know we’ve already broken many rules, but we’re about to break a lot more. A few laws too. I need to know if this becomes too much for either of you.” Gojo emphasized his point by releasing his hold on Yuuji’s head, caressing his cheek before cupping mine and turning my head so I focused my eyes on him.

“Poughkeepsie,” I uttered. Hearing the word leave my lips sent a pang down to my core.

“Poughkeepsie?” Gojo asked, his brow raised in curiosity.

“Poughkeepsie.” I nodded, noticing the glint appear in Gojo’s eyes as I confirmed he’d heard me right.

“And a gesture? For if you can’t talk.” Gojo glanced at Yuuji behind me, his blue gaze quickly finding mine again when I responded.

“Taps for if I need to stop. Squeezes for if it’s too much but I don’t want to stop. And,” I hesitated, glancing at Yuuji, the determination in his gaze reassuring me to finish speaking. “Hair pulling means more.”

Gojo smirked at the last part. “Show me.”

I nodded and placed a hand on each of their arms. First, I tapped my fingers and then my hands on them. I waited a couple seconds before squeezing rhythmically. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release, squeeze, release. I knew I would squeeze them during sex, so the rhythmic letting go would differentiate the signal. Finally, I reached up to grab a handful of their hair and pull.

Both of them let out a small groan as I pulled their hair, but Gojo quickly regained his composure and turned his attention to Yuuji. “Yuuji-kun, are you comfortable using these?”

“Yes,” Yuuji breathed out in response, his growing erection flexing against my ass.

“Good.” Gojo’s tone turned dominant again.

He roughly shoved his chest into mine, forcing me to grind against Yuuji and Yuuji’s back to press harder into the tree. Gojo ground into me, and through me, Yuuji. I let out a sound between a whine and a moan as Yuuji groaned behind me.

Gojo’s hand traveled past my cheek to fist in my hair. His arm rested on my chest, holding me in place as his lips captured mine in a demanding kiss. He eagerly, forcefully, pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of sweet mint as his tongue danced with mine.

While Gojo kissed me, Yuuji released his hold on our sensei’s jacket to place his hands on my thighs, sliding them upwards to my waist. I whined into Gojo’s lips as Yuuji slid a hand into my pants. I arched my hips backwards, giving him a meager amount of space to continue moving his hand downward.

I gasped into the kiss as Yuuji’s fingers delved between my folds, gathering my wetness, before focusing on my clit. My shoulders unconsciously leaned back into Yuuji as he rubbed in slow circles. While Yuuji teased me with his languid pace, Gojo let go of Yuuji’s waist to slide his hand into my pants.

With his palm on the back of Yuuji’s hand, Gojo pushed two fingers into me. Gojo swallowed my moan as he massaged my walls and Yuuji quickened his pace. Gojo’s long, deft fingers effortlessly found the right spot to press against. He curled his fingers inside me and pulled.

The motion made me moan into his lips, prompting him to do it again. A deep groan left both our lips as my walls tightened in response. Satisfied with my reactions, Gojo pressed his fingers into my walls. Keeping them buried in me, he moved his fingers back and forth in a come hither motion. His knuckles pressed into one side of my walls as his fingers rubbed the other.

Not wanting to be left out, Yuuji pushed into my clit and massaged faster in smaller circles. His fingers slid easily as I grew wetter by the second. Despite how wet I was becoming, Yuuji managed to keep his fingers constantly on my clit.

Gojo’s fingers in my hair and Yuuji’s hand on my waist tightened their grip as my hips began to shake. Using their bodies to hold me in place, they pressed into me and used their hands between my legs to keep me standing.

My hips bucked as I whined, panted, and moaned into Gojo’s lips. He groaned in response and kissed me harder, not letting my oncoming orgasm break the kiss. As my walls began to throb, Gojo pulled his tongue out of my mouth. He ran the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip, breathing in every noise I let out.

His lips curled into a smirk as I screamed into them, my hips bucking and hands fisting on his waist as I came. They didn’t stop. Their fingers continued their motions, building in speed to prolong and strengthen my orgasm.

Gojo finally broke the kiss, pulling my head back into Yuuji’s shoulder. He watched as I came undone around his fingers, my eyes screwed shut and mouth parted.

I opened my eyes as my orgasm passed. Gojo’s blue eyes were trained on my face as I panted. He winked at me before slowly pulling his fingers out of me. Raising his hand, he smirked down at me as he placed his fingers in his mouth and cleaned my juices off them with a groan.

Following Gojo’s lead, Yuuji removed his hand from between my legs. Gojo grabbed his wrist, moving his gaze to focus on the man behind me as he placed Yuuji’s fingers in his mouth. Yuuji moaned softly against my ear as Gojo sucked on his fingers.

Once he was satisfied, Gojo pulled Yuuji’s hand away and let go of his wrist. Gojo let go of my hair to grab my waist with one hand and Yuuji’s with the other. He backed up, pulling us with him without letting any space come between us.

He took one more step before grabbing my waist with both his hands and spinning me around. The second my eyes focused on Yuuji, Gojo hooked a foot around Yuuji’s ankle and pulled. As Yuuji fell, he pushed me down.

Yuuji grunted as I fell onto him with a yelp. He glanced behind me at Gojo, as if expecting instructions or an indication why Gojo knocked us over. I followed his gaze to see Gojo move to sit on a fallen log nearby and motion towards us, or rather Yuuji, to get on with it.

Needing no more encouragement, Yuuji pressed his lips to mine the moment I turned back towards him. His large, heavy hands grasped my hips, pushing me down into his groin and grinding his hips into mine. Sensitive from my orgasm, I whined into his lips as he skilfully rocked his erection against my clit.

He groaned into the kiss, grinding against me a few more times before growing impatient and sliding his hands up to grasp my shirt. Yuuji broke the kiss for the split second he needed to pull my shirt off and throw it to the ground. His hands returned to my hips, pushing me down into him as he bit my bottom lip, tugging on it.

He shuddered beneath me as I moaned in response to the bite. His grip tightened, digging his nails into me. Sukuna flipped us over, hands wrapping around my pants as I kicked off my shoes. The moment my shoes were off, he pulled my pants and underwear off together.

Two pairs of eyes raked over my body, the upper ones hazel and bottom pair blood red. He, they, sat on their knees to discard their shirt before tossing their shorts and boxers to the side as well. Calloused hands tore off my bra before demanding lips crashed into mine.

Resting on his forearm, fingers lacing through my hair, Yuuji used his free hand to line himself with my entrance. Sukuna thrusted into me harshly. Groaning into his lips, my back arched as he pounded into me without giving me time to adjust.

My arms wrapped around his waist, clawing at his back as he thrusted into me. Moaning and panting into his mouth, Yuuji breathed in every noise and breath I let out. With one last press of his lips to mine, he lowered his head so his cheek rested against mine.

I felt his lips curl into a mix between a smile as smirk as I cried out against his ear. My back arched into him as I clung to his back, leaving red lines in his skin as I raked my nails along it. With every thrust, he pounded into my walls in all the right places.

Feeling me start to tighten around him, Sukuna growled into my ear, “What do you want, pet?”

I only whined and moaned in response, unable to focus on saying anything with the way he was ramming into me.

He chuckled and slowed his pace, taking away my chance of reaching another orgasm. Sukuna languidly dragged his length through my walls, maintaining the strength in the snap of his hips. His teasing made me cling to him harder, wrapping my legs around his waist in an effort to bring him closer to me.

He gently ran his teeth along my neck, down to my shoulder, then licked his way back up. “Say it, kitten. Or I won’t give you what you want.”

Fueled by my need to cum, I whined desperately into his ear, “Please … please make me cum!”

He snapped his hips into me the way I needed twice before slamming into me and holding himself in place. “Make you?”

“Let me!” I cried out, digging my nails into him as tears began to form in my eyes. “Please, please let me cum!”

He nipped at my ear with a low chuckle. Satisfied with my begging, his back trembled under my hold as he pounded into me with nearly inhuman speed and strength. I cried out, head thrown back, clawing at his skin, as my body shook and I finally reached the release I needed.

Spurred on by my walls pulsating around him, Yuuji fisted his hand in my hair as Sukuna fucked me through my orgasm. Another hand snaked its way between us to grasp my throat. Squeezing the sides, they chased their own orgasm as I grew lightheaded from the pressure.

Their hips faltered, thrusts losing their rhythm, as thick, warm liquid shot into me. The feel of him throbbing inside me sent me into another, smaller orgasm. Yuuji shuddered above me as we came together.

We laid there, panting and holding onto each other. He pulled back enough to look down at me, brushing hair out of my face and pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek, before rolling us over.

I moved my hands out from under him to rest on the ground beside his head. Leaves and branches crunched as we caught our breath.

Gojo ran his fingers up Yuuji’s balls, along the base of his shaft, to where his still hard length was nestled inside me. I whined and glanced back at him while Yuuji groaned softly.

Blue eyes watched our reactions with a smirk. “Ready for round two?”

Yuuji’s erection twitched as I nodded weakly in response.

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Gojohime/Gouta fanfic

Here’s a k pop inspired fanfic idea of gojohime for anyone who’s interested. I’ve had it in my mind for a while now.

It’s called Sweet Debauchery.

It will include be a reverse harem romance where a lot of the characters are pinning for Utahime giving Gojo competition It’s slow burn, fluff, flirting, loss of innocence, angst, kissing etc in chapters to come.

Summary:

Sweet Debauchery is the newest hottest sensation in Japan, a boy band that has taken the world by storm. The billion-dollar group consists of 6 members who have the world to their name with riches and fame. Gojo Satoru is known as the Face of the group with his infamous nickname ‘’Baby Blue’’, known for charming ladies, wooing, and breaking hearts. He lives on the edge, on the high and fast life fueled by exhilaration, however, everything changes when he accidentally comes across paths with a lady named Lori Utahime. A poor lady with humble ambitions to become a professional baseball player ends up applying for a job as a personal assistant for the group to save up and fund her dreams.

Here’s the prologue

Prologue -D Day

Sunset had peaked at its zenith, and the sky shined a blood-red orange with dark hues creeping in. It was the eve of summer in the year 2020. After 7 years of tremendous preparation, 1 million auditions, and vigorous training, JJK Records, Tokyo’s most prestigious record label finalized their first official boy band. The idea to debut a new boy band came to fruition in 2013 when the boom of boy bands rose again in Japan. Before that year the interest in boy groups from Japan had declined with the Japanese audience as international groups (specifically in the States) dominated the music charts. However, a shift occurred in 2013 when a Japanese solo artist from JJK records named ZER0, debuted with his hit song ‘’Lost In Paradise’’ which charted number 1 on the Billboard Charts and went viral worldwide. The world was now interested in new talent found in the depths of Japan, it was a new world for a new audience to discover with curiosity. The culture and spin on music were fresh and unexplored territory.

This wave of change was dubbed ‘’The New Gen’’.

‘’Are you all okay with the conditions?’’

Six contracts were placed on a sleek metallic table in a horizontal line, all printed and ready to sign by the six young men standing before two male figures. The six young men all were found muttering to themselves in a small circle as minutes before they had, had the time to look over the contracts. The most they did was skim through the first couple of pages as the excitement to debut was too hard to contain. Behind the two men was a huge widespread fine glass-tinted window giving a view of Tokyo at sunset. It was a Friday so traffic, city lights, fumes, and people were buzzing on the scene. The city chaos outside was a huge contrast to what was going on. The six young men were in the office of the CEO of JJK Records, being offered to sign with the company as a six-membered group. Each contract presented to the group is seven hundred and three pages long, but out of all the pages, page seven clause three point one is the most important. This page included a list typed out in thick red capitalized words that stated the following:

The Ten Unbreachable Rules

1. NO DATING. AS A SIGNED AND ACTIVE MEMBER OF JJK RECORDS, YOU MUST NOT DATE. THIS ALSO INCLUDES SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH ANYONE, ESPECIALLY A FAN. THIS IS NON-NEGOTIABLE.

2.ALL UNRELEASED/RELEASED WRITTEN SONGS/MATERIAL, INSTRUMENTALS, REMIXES, AND COLLABS THAT ARE RELEASED UNDER JJK RECORDS OR BY ANY SIGNED ARTIST UNDER JJK RECORDS WILL BE COPYRIGHTED TO THE COMPANY. THEREFORE 100 PERCENT OF THE RESIDUALS/ROYALTIES WILL BE SUPPLIED TO THE COMPANY

3.50 PERCENT OF ANY MUSIC SALES MADE FROM THIRD-PARTY BRAND DEALS WILL BE GIVEN TO JJK RECORDS

4.ALL SIGNED JJK RECORD ARTISTS WILL BE ASSIGNED A WORK SCHEDULE REGARDING THE YEAR. OUT OF THE 365 DAYS IN A YEAR, EACH ARTIST WILL GET 1 MONTH OFF, ZERO SICK DAYS, AND MUST WORK OVERTIME/ON WEEKENDS

5.THE NAME, BRAND, MUSIC, AND IDENTITY OF YOUR ASSIGNED GROUP AND GROUP MEMBERS ALL BELONG TO JJK RECORDS

6.A LOAN OF ¥300,000,000 WILL BE PAID IN ADVANCE AS A NEW ARTIST. THIS MUST BE PAID BACK A YEAR AFTER THE DEBUT THROUGH SALES.

7.ALL SIGNED ARTISTS UNDER JJK RECORDS CONTRACTS ARE ACTIVE FOR 7 YEARS WITH THE OPTION TO RESIGN ONCE THE 7 YEARS COMPLETE.

8.STRICT DIETING MUST BE INCORPORATED INTO THE EVERYDAY LIFESTYLE

9.STRICT DECORUM AND PROFESSIONALISM MUST BE KEPT AT WORK, PUBLIC EVENTS, CONCERTS, FANSIGNINGS, AND ALL PUBLIC APPEARANCES. NO DRINKING PUBLICALLY, NO CRIMINAL/ILLEGAL ACTIVITY SUCH AS DRUGS, GANG/YAKUZA ACTIVITY, OR USE OF GUNS/KNIVES & INAPPROPRIATE ACTIVITY SHOULD BE ENGAGED IN

10.IF AT ANY TIME ONE OF THESE RULES IS BREACHED THIS CONTRACT WILL BE CEASED AND VOID

‘’Think carefully. Once the ink is dry you’ll belong to us.’’ joked the older male playfully, the man looked ancient as if he had passed his life limit spotting sunken eyes that were hollow you could barely see through them, due to being cast over by thick black shadow. The elder was sat down hunched in his chair with his slender weak hands resting on the table for support. This man was named Yoshinobu Gakuganji who owned JJK Records, he was notorious in the music business for making dreams come true for up-and-coming artists. Gakuganji made stars such as platinum two-time seller Mei Mei, a ballad/soul singer who debuted last year and is now gaining international fans. Teen pop sensation Momo also busted onto the scene debuting earlier that year in 2020, but has been actively promoting in Korea & Thailand outside of Japan. Plus Gakuganji hit it big with ZER0 which gave him huge credentials for his record label to the point that American labels are looking to do business with JJK Records in a partnership.

Gakuganji smiled at the view of the six young men speaking upon themselves, despite doing so he already knew they would accept the offer. These young men were desperate to debut, it was too easy for him to know that as they wouldn’t have trained for so long to debut. It made it easier for him to set his traps…

Aside from Gakuganji the other man now stood up placing a hand on his hip and waiting for an answer, in contrast to Gakuganji this man was middle-aged, presumably in his late 30s, and was bulky in stature with tanned sun-kissed skin. The man wore black thick shades of sunglasses, spotted a spiky dark brown undercut, and was clad in dark purple shiny clothing. His name is Masamichi Yaga, he is currently the CEO of JJK Records, he specifically is responsible for scouting potential trainees, all auditions that take place to select trainees, and the whole training process. He would drop trainees like flies if he believes they are too lazy, weak-minded, and fail to progress/improve. For one to make it to debut is a testimony itself, because the training period is madly chaotic and built for the Marines.

The fact that literally 10-year-olds are trainees is astonishing as it can make (lead to debut) or break (become cut after years of sacrifice to train) a person. Both sides of the coin are tainted.

‘’So…do we have a deal?’’ Yaga spoke up, and the group split quickly after hearing Yaga’s voice. The names of the six young men were as follows: Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Zenin, and lastly Choso Kamo.

The first to get scouted and join the company as a trainee was Toji at the age of 15 years old. He originally got scouted to be a child actor under the acting division of JJK Records after a talent scout saw him and thought he would make a good child villain in a TV show. But he was a terrible actor, he could never remember his lines and later got transferred over to train after showing promising skills in rapping. By blood, Toji is a part of the Zenin Clan, one of the most prestigious families in Tokyo known for being elite in talent. Every member was exceptional in something and had built an empire. Still, Toji was VERY average and couldn’t make a name or make a living for himself independently leaving him banished from his family. As a member of the Zenin Clan, Toji inherited the family's good looks with raven dark hair and spiky tussled bangs, emerald shiny tinted eyes, and a lean long muscular build, but was still seen as average to his family in terms of their standards. But Toji still had a huge share of female admirers from girls to women. He trained for 10 years, working normal odd jobs to get by while he trained watching other trainees debut before him left him bitter and filled with jealousy. Despite his hardships, Toji learned how to pull on his strengths, being born with a lot of strength in his bones and body, he used that ability to hone in on acrobatic skills. This was a skill no one else had which kept him from being cut as a trainee and eventually led to his debut at 25 years old being the oldest member.

Toji was extremely jealous of Gojo Satoru though, even though he had come to like him after training with him for some time, Gojo had trained for 6 months and was chosen to debut so fast. Gojo Satoru was the golden boy, the be-all and do-all, the Ace who could do almost everything well without much effort. Dancing, singing, performing, you name it. Like a Chameleon Gojo could copy, rinse, and repeat anything taught to him. His brain works at an advanced level and his eyes can scan and picture anything he sees just like a camera. Many things about Gojo made everyone fond of him, he dripped charisma and charm without even trying, and his undeniable aura drew whoever was around him to him like a magnet. Guys wanted to be his friend and be him, girls wanted to date him, and old women wanted their daughters to marry him for him to become their son-in-law. At 6 feet 5, with messy silver-white hair undercut, and cerulean crystal orbs of blue eyes that looked like an image of the sky trapped in time, it was very easy to fall for him or be jealous of him.

One look at his baby blue eyes and dreamy lopsided smile was enough for any girl to be under his love spell. Let's just say his rizz is insane. The world was at Gojo’s fingertips and he loved it, he was ready for the fun of the music world, and choosing this life meant he was free from his family’s rules. Like Toji, Gojo was from a wealthy family/clan, but he decided to pursue a music career to gain independence, so getting a shot at living the high life as a celebrity didn’t hurt.

Gojo was hungry for it and would devour every part of the experience.

Nothing would bring him down.

Gojo accidentally got scouted after his best friend Suguru Geto got scouted at the mall for an audition at JJK Records. Geto had told Gojo about being scouted and was convinced by his other best friend Leiri Shoko to do the audition as she saw the huge opportunity Geto had. Geto only agreed after Shoko asked him to do it because he had a huge fat crush on her then. All 3 of them went to Geto’s audition, Geto and Gojo saw it as a fun joke to kill time. But Geto passed his audition with flying colors by singing (never expecting to make it that far), and Gojo was scouted without an audition based on his looks alone. Shoko wasn’t offered anything but was okay with it as she already dreamed of becoming a doctor.

Like Gojo, Geto is exceptional but his strongest traits are singing/songwriting. You see his voice brought liquid gold out of the ears of whoever heard it. His voice is sultry, breathy, and husky in tone, but the control and power over it is strong. Geto could hit high notes like nothing after months of training, his whistles were insane and his voice could go dangerously low to the point that other female trainees could not stand around the guy without falling in love. It didn’t help that he had long long sleek luscious jet-black hair that he loved to tie in a bun or half bun leaving the remaining hair out. Or his attractive androgynous facial features and nose and ear piercings that set the bill. With his lax but sweet charming behavior, Geto was a genuinely nice guy to be around. Geto also trained for six months but truly fell for being a music artist once he saw how his voice moved the room whenever he sang at evaluations/in practice. From then on his dream was to move people with his voice and help others with his songs, he wanted to share his gift with the world. He like Gojo debuted at the age of 23.

Likewise, Kento Nanami shared the same conviction as Geto, using his gifts to help others in the world. Nanami got scouted in a bathroom at a dance competition where he competed and won 1st prize. At the time Nanami was going through an emo B-Boy phase after being tired of dancing at contemporary/ballet competitions and always winning 1st prize. To challenge himself he decided to learn breakdancing for fun in one week and compete, but to his dismay, he was amazing and defeated all the competition. Kento had been dancing ever since he was three years old, he would be what you classify as an abnormal dancer. The art ran through his veins, it was like breathing to him. He mastered tap, jazz, contemporary, ballet, hip-hop, alternative dance, and Afro-fusion, at the age of 13 years old, and mastered breakdancing at 19 where he became a trainee. You see Nanami could have debuted earlier but didn’t because he kept leaving and returning to the company, his training period lasted for 3 years as he took many hiatuses to find his true purpose in life.

Other trainees didn’t have this luxury but Nanami was given the grace because he was simply too good of a dancer to let go. JJK Records even had plans to debut him as a soloist, as he also is an amazing singer but he turned them down because he was still searching to see if dance was his true purpose. Nanami even had a normal job for a while as a stockbroker but found no purpose in that and left. His reason for returning to train at JJK Records was that he danced to cheer up a sad girl at a bakery after she was having a bad day. His dance lifted her mood completely and the light in her eyes returned, that hopeful look she gave was something he drew out with his dancing, and from there on Nanami knew his purpose.

When dancing Nanami’s body flowed like water, moving slowly and smoothly like a pouring stream of water at the riverside. Peaceful and serene. But then he would bring up the tide of the water and go hard with a splash, leaving the audience quenched with thirst for more. Girls couldn’t get enough of him. You could not take your eyes off of him. His hips were a danger zone because the way he could move them was unhuman-like. He was incredible. Nanami's biracial heritage was also another insight that drew him admirers from many female trainees, he is Japanese and Danish and the perfect blend of the two. With a rich champagne blond undercut neatly parted and styled, stunning cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, a tall build and defined long jawline, warm chocolate brown eyes, and creamy beige skin, you’d think he’d be a model on the page of Vogue (he also declined the chance to model for them years ago). The humble, caring, and honest character traits of Nanami are something Yaga couldn’t let go of regarding this group. He cared for other trainees and was often one to help out a trainee if they were stuck, his best friend Haibara was cut and that devastated him but Nanami told Haibara he would debut for him. Nanami debuted at 22.

The last two members Ryomen Sukuna and Choso Kamo debuted under sad circumstances. Sukuna lived the ghetto life, he was born in the slums of Japan and was involved with the Yakuza from the age of 10 years old. He committed crimes like stealing money from stores, participating in drivebys, and selling drugs on the corners of the streets at night. Despite his struggles, Sukuna would rap to escape it and taught himself how to do so by watching old-school rappers such as 50 Cent, Nas, Tupac, and Notorious B.I.G. He even learned English from studying their videos and watching their interviews over and over again. Rapping and MCing were something that Sukuna could do to express himself and the hardships he was facing, he was a lyricist who could play on words well and could rap extremely fast.

JJK Records came across Sukuna after hearing a mix tape of his on an underground radio station, as soon as the company was aware of him they searched to find his whereabouts and asked him to train with the offer of being in the company's boyband. His position was already secured, and Sukuna accepted with the hopes of becoming a rapper/MC who could be respected internationally. He was scouted at 20 years old and trained for 4 years. The company needed someone who had a gruff, hard exterior, someone who could bring the smoke, and Sukuna had that. He’s crazy, unpredictable, and deadly you never know what he’s thinking and will bring the fire. His hot pink hair, face tattoos, bulky body, handsome face, and somewhat sadistic character brought a darker edge to the group. He had many female admirers too like the others because of the list mentioned before, and he would often flirt with them despite not being allowed to. Sukuna debuted at 24.

Choso Kamo is the boy lolita type, a little dim-witted, shy, and innocent and he is the youngest of the bunch. Choso trained for 2 years and was scouted at the age of 16 years old. Before becoming a trainee he was living in a foster home with his other friends who he took as siblings. When it came to talent Choso could sing well, his voice was great for harmonies and blending with other voices. His talent lay in his voice being used as an instrument to amplify and invoke a feeling/vibe. He was the only member who knew of JJK Records before auditioning and attended an audition of his own free will. Choso barely passed his audition due to his huge stage fright but spent 2 years overcoming that. However, he still comes off as shy and unsure of himself but tries his best. Yaga decided to debut Choso because he believed his talent for harmonies with any other voice/vocal was needed for the group. In addition, Choso also carries a cute, meek relatable persona which would be easy for the audience to relate to and crush over. Choso was adorkable, he wore sweaters and jeans that were too big for him and tied his black spiky hair with two puffs. His talking voice was sweet and earnest, and his pale shiny skin, toothy smile, luminous violet eyes, and purple eye shadow made him look like a cute luscious vampire. He is too cute for his good but when he gets serious another mature sexy side of him comes out.

Choso won the popular junior trainee award after 1 month of training, and most of the votes were from junior trainee fangirls.

All six members had spent time training together and forming a genuine bond despite fighting at times. They had hoped to debut together because they all got along. Despite Toji’s secret jealousy of Gojo, he did respect his talent and drive to show up and work. Everyone loved Nanami’s leadership Geto’s support, and Sukuna’s will to stick up for others especially when it came to Choso who got bullied by other trainees. But from now on the group's relationship would be truly tested. Once they debuted there was no going back.

‘’Yes, Yaga. We’ve all talked it through since we got the news. We’ve taken a little time to look at the contracts but we trust we are in good hands.’’ Nanami spoke kindly, Gojo brushed past the group and went up to Yaga leaning his hands on the table before the contracts. Gojo groaned like a kid in the candy store, his patience was running thin.

‘’We’ve gotten all of the formalities out of the way now. Let’s sign and move on to the good stuff.’’ Gojo groaned now bouncing up and down like a manchild. Geto shook his head and Nanami laughed in agreement. They both knew Gojo couldn’t contain his excitement.

‘’What I wanna know is what our group name is gonna be, it better not be cringy or some crap like that.’’ Sukuna deadpanned shoving his hands in the pockets of his camo pants.

‘’It’s not gonna be cringy, if so we’ll just force them to change it.’’ Toji chimed now stretching his arms and legs as all the other members laughed, before he and the other members went to sign their contracts.

Choso signed his contract slowly with a small smile on his face, ‘’I can finally get my siblings and me out, we can have a better life.’’ he whispered sadly, Geto placed a warm hand on Choso’s shoulder as a sign of comfort.

‘’You should be proud of yourself Choso. And don’t worry you and your siblings will be fine.’’ Geto reassured Choso

‘’You did good kid,’’ Sukuna says giving Choso a small punch on the arm, before Gojo whines and groans again loudly slouching down his body for dramatic effect. ‘’Stop with the waterworks already, we should be celebrating we just got signed,’’ he whines

All the contracts are signed and Yaga takes them off the table as Gakuganji stands up to leave the room bidding the group a small wave on his way out. Yaga then turns his back towards the group with his hands behind a serious feel to the atmosphere.

‘’Congratulations to you all. You’ve worked hard. Celebrate if you must, but that will only be for a short while. All 6 of you have a lot of work ahead of you. Once you debut everything will change, but you must stay grounded’’ Yaga started ‘’But first things first. I will reveal to you the group name.’’

Finally, Gojo thought to himself as he could see his friends look up in anticipation to hear what it was, the name of this group would be its trademark to the world. It had to be catchy and work well with the public. If not the group won’t hit well with the public and Gojo would have to kiss goodbye to his independence and chance at the high life.

‘’So what is it Yaga we don’t have all day?’’ Gojo yelled

‘’Watch it Satoru…Anyway…All six of you will debut next year. The name of your group will be…..’’

—-

Late 2020

Lori Utahime sat in her bedroom faced with an old Mac laptop in front of her, the room was very small and cramped, there was only enough space for a bed and mini wardrobe. Plain and bland were the words to explain how the room looked, it was grey and beige with minimal decoration or color. That’s the kind of person Lori was, she didn’t care about the vanities of the world, what mattered to her was the important things, the little things.

The only thing she cared about was her little dream. The dream wasn’t much but she just wanted to play baseball as an official athlete in the women's league. At age 11 she fell in love with the sport after watching a group of teens play baseball at her school, how they all worked as a team and achieved victory as a unit. Lori was often alone and isolated from others as a child, her interests often didn’t align with the other girls her age. She was into baseball, rock climbing, cartoons cosplay, and geeky stuff, while every other girl was growing up, being in love, and starting their life as a young woman. Boys saw her as weird for not being girly enough, they also judged her for the huge scar she has on the bridge of her nose, calling her names.

She wasn’t an attractive girl in her eyes, just a bland one.

That was okay with her, she was content with that.

Lori’s dream to compete in baseball professional was on the verge of a breakthrough, she worked hard at practicing in the batter position and was good enough to eventually be scouted by the women's Tokyo team for training. However, due to financial issues, Lori couldn’t afford to pay the fees and had to help out her family with the bills. She came from a poor family and times had gotten much harder since her dad got ill, therefore more financial burden fell on her. To help with the burden Lori left her baseball training behind to get a normal office job, it paid okay but it was a temporary role and now she desperately needed a new job.

The laptop screen was on the Indeed job search website, numerous jobs had been applied to but Lori just kept scrolling applying for any job she felt suitable for.

A buzzing sound came from Lori’s jeans pocket, it was her phone ringing, and in quick haste, she answered.

‘’Hello, this is Lori Utahime. May I know who’s speaking?’’ Lori spoke in a professional relaxed tone

The call was from the Human Resources & Administration Team of JJK Records, Lori had interviewed for a position as a Personal Assistant and had not heard anything in 3 weeks. The interview went well so she was hoping she’d get the job.

‘’Thank you Lori Utahime for taking the time to attend the interview for this position. We are truly amazed at your credentials and skills. Congratulations, we would like to offer you the role of Personal Assitant. Please let us know if you’d accept this offer.’’ said the voice from the other side of the phone.

Lori stood up slowly, gave herself a small congratulatory pat on the back, and gave a small smile before answering.

‘’Thank you, Nitta, I’d be delighted to take the offer.’’

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I have uploaded this on my A03 account (my username there is different-Mint Bunniez)

You can find it here

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queenendless · 5 months

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Yo ...

JJK MEN

Credit to baecirrus on Pinterest for the pins used in this spontaneous collage cause today's episode was insane.

This season I tell ya~

If I ever put up reverse harem content with these men, or even MATURE content, idk what it'd be on. Like college AU, housemates AU, slasher AU, etc. I always procrastinate writing MATURE stuff. Plus my ADHD makes that harder.

So for those waiting on that vampire AU, I wanna make it good, so sorry for the long ass wait.

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emikotatsuya · 5 months

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Masterlist

Yandere books My Hero Academia: A Wonderful Cat's Life (Song) Jujutsu Kaisen: Sensation (Song) Sensation Rewrite (teaser): Prologue Sensation Rewrite Progress: 4 out of 7 chapters are done!

#Yandere #yandere #yandere male #yandere harem #yandere bnha #yandere Jujutsu kaisen #yandere reverse harem #masterlist #yandere anime #yandere genderbend

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authorautumnbanks · 13 days

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A Thousand Days With You (13)

Series Master list

"So, what's going on? Not like you to pop in for a chat," Shoko says, as she closes the laptop.

"Something is going on with me," Kento admits. "Ever since that energy massage from Kagome…I have been." He pauses. "It has gotten worse since we went on that mission together."

Shoko raises a brow and crosses her legs. Kento blinks. Normally Shoko wears pants, but she has been wearing more dresses and skirts these days despite how cold her office and the lab are.

"What happened on this mission?"

Kento sighs and looks at the wall behind Shoko. "The curse ripped up my pants and left them a mess around my ankles. It suddenly appeared behind Kagome, so I tried to get to her. She exorcized it easily, but in my haste, I did not account for how my pants were now wrapped around my ankles and I fell forward." He clears his throat. His palms are sweaty. Kento inhales. "I tripped and fell on top of her. And my…penis touched her face."

He glances at Shoko and grits his teeth. "This is not funny."

"I'm sorry," Shoko says, but he does not believe her when she is wiping tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, that's soooooo." She laughs. "Oh, my Kami, that is so hilarious. Ah, does Satoru know? Were you hard?"

"No!" Kento clenches his fists. Surely, if Satoru knew, he would tease him about it. Wait…why is he calling him by his first name?

Oh dear. This is a problem.

And why is she asking if he was hard? Of course, he wasn't fucking hard. They were on a mission!

"Was she upset?" Shoko asks after a moment, though a chuckle escapes her lips every so often.

"No…Kagome was very understanding." Kento blows out a breath. "The problem is, I was attracted to her the first time we met." He pauses, needing a moment to gather his thoughts. That day, Kagome walked in and for a moment, he thought he had died. The light around her was blinding. And her energy….

Both of Shoko's brows shoot up.

"And then she gave me that energy massage. It affected me differently than everyone else."

"Uh huh," Shoko hums. She places her hands on her knee and interlocks her fingers. "How different?"

Kento swallows. He has come this far. "I could not stop masturbating. Went into overtime that night because I just could not stop. And now I cannot even hold a conversation with her without thinking about that mission." He runs a hand through his blonde hair. "This is not me. It is highly inappropriate. She is my colleague!"

Shoko leans back on the stool. "She is your colleague…but could you be with someone that doesn't know Jujutsu? You'd always be hiding a part of you." She tilts her head to the side. "Though Satoru hasn't been subtle about how much he wants Kagome."

Kento flushes.

Shoko squints and then leans forward. She uncrosses her legs. "This is more than being attracted to Kagome. What else is going on? I am the doctor around here."

Kento opens his mouth and closes it. His heart rate increases. The room is blurry. Is this a panic attack? Is he going to croak?

"Nanami," Shoko calls. "Take a deep breath."

He inhales sharply.

"I can't help if you don't tell me. And you want it, or you wouldn't have come to me."

"I like it," he says, looking at his shoes. "The thought of them together."

"Wait. Pause." Shoko rubs her temple. "Do you want to watch them?"

Kento opens his mouth, but the words fight with one another. There is so much he wants to say, but he does not know where to begin. "Yes," he chokes out. "I can't stop imagining them or how he would take her." These fantasies are nothing more than a curse. They must be. If Satoru knew the thoughts going through his mind, he would kill him.

"Oh…this is a problem." Shoko exhales and then stands. She crosses her arms. "I understand that this is not ideal for you, but there's nothing wrong with being attracted to Kagome or Satoru."

"I'm not attracted to Satoru," he spits out. "It's more about Kagome."

"…Okay, but when you picture someone other than Satoru, how does that make you feel?"

Kento blinks as he imagines Kusakabe and Kagome. He readjusts his glasses and swallows the revulsion. "I hate it." The imagery alone upsets him. But Kagome and Satoru? He sucks in a breath.

"But not if it's Kagome AND Satoru?"

"I think I'm going to vomit."

"If you do, do it outside my office. There are no windows in here to air it out."

Kento sighs. "Is there no cure for me?"

Shoko laughs. "Sure, there is. It's called making a move."

He sighs again. Great, so there is no cure for this ailment. No way is he going to make a move on Kagome. He refuses to leave behind a widow, and dealing with Satoru is a headache. "I understand," he says, dipping his head. "Thank you for…. your confidentiality."

Shoko stares at him and then snorts. "Yeah, yeah." She waves him off. Kento sucks his teeth. Shoko will not say anything to Satoru, right? She stands and stretches her arms over her head. No, Shoko is not like Satoru. She would not go around telling everyone's business. He dips his head again and heads out of the room.

Kento halts at the sight of Kagome in a pair of green fitted yoga pants and a long-sleeved green top to match. This is the first time he has ever seen her in pants. He blinks. Those can hardly be considered pants though with how tight they are. Kento clears his throat and fidgets with his cuffs. "Good morning, Kagome."

"Kento!" she chimes. "I've been looking for you." She holds out the basket and removes the covering. His mouth waters. Muffins? "I figured this was close enough to bread, but easier for me to share with everyone."

"You baked me muffins?"

She hums in acknowledgment. "Yep! I felt bad since we haven't really seen each other since that mission, so I thought you'd like these."

His ears burn. "I…thank you."

"Sure—" she pauses and looks over her shoulder. Kento's brows furrow together, and he looks over to see what has caught her attention.

Oh.

Satoru.

Kento sighs. Great. Must Satoru lurk behind every corner? Doesn't he have missions? Or students to teach?

"Satoru, what are you doing?" Kagome asks.

"I was just in the area," Satoru quips, strolling forward. Kento's back straightens. "Here ya go, Na-na-mi," Satoru coos, but the smile on his face is nothing but teeth. "I thought you'd like to keep some extra pair of pants on you. You know, in case you have any more unfortunate accidents. I'm sure it was an accident." Satoru thrusts the pairs of pants into Kento's arms.

He grits his teeth. He does not need any more pants. And he certainly doesn't need any that Satoru purchased.

"You baked muffins and didn't share with me?"

"I wanted to make sure Kento got his first, since I baked them with him in mind," Kagome says.

"With him in mind?" Satoru stares at Kento. "I'm hurt. You didn't think about me."

Kento's nostrils flare. He is getting sick of Satoru's shit. His fingers tighten around the pants. There must be at least twenty pairs of pants in his arms.

"Would you like a muffin, Satoru?" Kagome sighs.

"Yes, I would love to eat your muffin."

Kento swallows. His body is hot. He turns his head in case his cheeks are red. He needs to get out of here. Far away from Kagome. Kento clears his throat. "Don't you have missions today?" A rhetorical question because Satoru has missions every day.

"I'm never too busy to see Kagome first thing in the morning."

"You saw me yesterday."

"I didn't see you in yoga pants. If I went to my mission first thing, I wouldn't have gotten to see this or eat your muffin."

Kento exhales. "You should treat your job more seriously. Kagome is your coworker, not your wife."

Kagome blinks. Satoru freezes with the muffin close to his mouth. He lowers the muffin and slides his blindfold down with his free hand. Kento stares back unflinchingly.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're jealous I get to eat Kagome's muffin."

"Don't be ridiculous," Kento scoffs. "She offered them to me first."

Kagome scratches her head. "Guys, I can always make more if you want seconds."

"Thirds too," Satoru quips, but he does not look at Kagome.

Kento swallows, though he does not break eye contact. His gut tightens. His heart races. His cock is half hard, and he's losing his sanity. This is madness. Satoru has always gotten on his nerves or played tricks on him, but he has never stared him down before as though he is nothing more than a curse user.

No.

Satoru is staring him down like he is nothing more than a curse. Bothersome. Kento inhales and tries to gain his bearings back. This will not do. He needs to gain control of the situation.

"So, what's with the workout clothes?" Satoru asks, though he continues to stare at Kento.

"I'm working with the first years and the second years in the afternoon. We're gonna do some stretching, mediation, and see if we can't work on some incantation-less veils."

"…. Stretching?" This time, Satoru looks at Kagome. "What time? I could help you stretch."

Kento presses his lips together and sneaks away while Kagome lectures Satoru. He clutches the pants close to his chest. Something urges him to look back. Maybe it is the weight of the stare on his back that prompts him to do so. He turns and his heart damn near leaps to his throat. Satoru kisses Kagome, but his eyes hone in on Kento.

A warning.

His body trembles and to his revulsion, it is not out of anger or even fear, but of lust. His mouth parts, though he forgets how to breathe. Satoru's eyes narrow and when he breaks the kiss, Satoru tilts his head to the side. Assessing.

Does he know? Kento takes a step back. Satoru wraps an arm around Kagome, but his hand drifts dangerously close to her ass. Kento closes his mouth, but his eyes drift to where Satoru's hand is and then back to Satoru's face. There is no way Satoru knows the thoughts running through his mind. Kento barely understands the depravity in which his mind is drenched in. He needs to get away. Go to his office. Go do a mission. Do something other than stand here like a pervert watching Satoru and Kagome kiss.

Kagome pushes Satoru back and she must be telling Satoru off because his shoulders droop, and he pouts. Kagome shakes her head and, to Kento's horror, she turns and notices him. She waves an arm in the air and heads his way.

Shit.

Running away is not an option. He does not get off on being rude to others like some people. But he also cannot handle another confrontation either. He swears it happens in slow motion. How did he lose a pair of pants? It must have slipped in his haste to get away, but Kagome is jogging towards him and if she steps on the pants, she might trip and fall. Kento rushes towards her and at the last second, Kagome stops, but Kento cannot.

Oh no.

His fingers are like butter. The pants in his arms slip through his fingers. He tries to grab them but trips over himself.

Oh no.

This is not happening.

Crash.

He lands on his butt, this time with the pants scattered around him. Kento rubs his head and looks up. Kagome startles and then relaxes in Satoru's hold. At least Kagome did not hurt herself. Kento blows out a breath. If he could stop tripping around her, that would be great.

"There was a pair of pants that I dropped," he says, trying to calm himself down. His face is burning. This is beyond embarrassing. This is now the third time he has fallen in front of Kagome. "I was worried you would trip on them and fall."

"What a gentleman," Satoru snarks, "Taking the fall for a lady."

"Well…it's okay. I was going to pick the pants up," Kagome says. She wiggles out of Satoru's hold. "But I ran over to you because you never got one of the muffins." She tilts her head. "Though your hands are full. I can help you carry some of them to your office?"

"Kento is a capable man. He can figure it out."

"Actually, I would like to talk to you. Alone."

"We're all buddies here. Whatever you have to say to Kagome, you should be able to say in front of me."

Kento grits his teeth.

"Satoru, it's not always about you," Kagome lectures. "Behave."

Kento stiffens. Behave? He struggles to his feet. His pants are uncomfortable. Maybe he should give in to Satoru's whims just this one. His cock is half hard and his mind is stuck on Kagome commanding Satoru.

Fantastic.

It is not enough that he cannot get Satoru fucking Kagome out of his mind, but now he is imagining her demanding her pleasure.

"Kento? Are you okay?"

"He's fine."

"I'm fine." He is not fine. He's barely hanging on. His sanity is slipping through his fingers like sand.

"See! He's doing just fine. He doesn't need help, and he doesn't need to talk to you alone."

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Ignore him. Satoru is just pissy today for some reason."

"I'm in a great mood. But if you want to cheer me up, why don't you join—"

"ON MY MISSION!" Kento yells. His ears burn.

Kagome rears back.

Satoru stares at him.

Kento grits his teeth and covers his mouth with his hand as he turns to look at a speck on the floor. "If you want to. I seem to be struggling today and I know you like doing missions."

"…Sure, I can help you. We should go now, so I'm back in time to help the students." Kagome picks up a pair of pants off the floor. "It'll be later this afternoon when Megumi gets out of school. He wanted to learn too, and the others said they didn't mind waiting for him."

"Since when do you need help on your missions?" Satoru scoffs.

"Since when do you?"

Satoru's eyes narrow. The glow of the six eyes is unsettling, but Kento refuses to back down. If he backs down now, Satoru will not stop. No, it will not end here if he submits.

Kento blinks. What the hell is wrong with him? Submit? To Satoru? He runs a hand down his face and counts to three. Pull it together.

"Satoru, I'll see you tomorrow," Kagome says, holding the basket of muffins and a couple pair of pants in her arms.

"Tomorrow?" Satoru whines. "What about tonight?"

"I'll be busy. Don't you have a lot of missions today?"

Satoru twitches. "Busy? Too busy for me?" He pokes his bottom lip out, and Kento is over it. What right does Satoru have to monopolize Kagome's time?

Satoru did kiss Kagome.

Kento presses his lips together and clears his throat. "Ignore him, Kagome. Satoru is unreasonable by nature." He bends and picks up the other pair of pants. His palms are sweaty, but at least his fingers no longer feel like butter. Satoru chuckles to himself and throws an arm around Kento's shoulders.

Kento stiffens.

Satoru presses his face close to Kento's ear and turns them away from Kagome. "Since when do you call me by my first name?"

"You're mistaken. I referred to you as Gojo."

"Uh-huh. Stop falling for Kagome."

Kento shivers and then freezes. "She doesn't need a man-child like you hanging off of her." Kento shrugs out of Satoru's hold and clears his throat. "Kagome, if you would please. At this rate, Sato—Gojo, will not let us go. Some of us take our jobs seriously. Like adults."

Satoru grins, but it is all teeth and if Satoru were a curse user, Kento is positive he would be dead five times over. All these years of fighting curses must have done irrevocable damage to him. He can't possibly be attracted to the thrill of it. To the threat. Going against Satoru is a suicide mission.

And yet.

Kento watches how familiar Satoru touches Kagome and how she lightheartedly shakes him off. Come to think of it, she was covering her shoulders yesterday. At least from what he could see from around the corner. Kento frowns. Shoko's words replay in his mind.

Make a move.

No, he could not possibly do that.

Kagome bumps her shoulder against him and leads the way down the hall to the offices. Kento swallows. Those pants are worse than the skirts she wears. Does she not have a school uniform? He swallows the groan. This is a problem. He just needs to get laid.

Yeah, he is just pent-up. He cannot possibly be entertaining thoughts of Satoru, Kagome, and him together.

"Oh, Nanami!" Satoru calls. "Make sure to carry an extra pair of pants with you. I'd hate to hear of any unfortunate accidents."

Kento hunches his shoulders. It could be worse. At least Satoru does not know how his dick landed on Kagome's face.

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A/N: I hope you had an amazing week and I hope this weekend is even more amazing! If you haven't read the recent side story, we are doing a multiverse event and I'm leaning towards them being canon.

I have seen those fan arts of Nanami getting mistaken for Loid and they are soooo cute! Sidenote, you guys never have to apologize for leaving me long reviews. I eat that stuff up.

"Is Suguru still declaring war?" - We'll see lolol

"How would the guys react to Kagome getting kidnapped?" - I think Satoru would still be pretty composed because he knows how to keep it together. He knows if he loses his head, then that could be fatal. Suguru at this point, would probably send his curses on a rampage to find her. Kento would be pissed and would probably try to work with windows and other law enforcement types to build a case to find her. He isn't as strong as Satoru and Suguru so he would be more detective-like when trying to find her.

My tumblr (author autumn banks) has the original story up. I also have the fanfics on tumblr too.

Next update will be How To Tame and that will be sometime next week. Maybe next Wednesday. Stay healthy. Take your vitamins. Allergy season is almost here. Get plenty of rest. And here's a sneak peek at Satoru and Kento's future relationship since this is leaning more towards poly, but the guys are still focused on Kagome so I guess it's still considered a reverse harem.

"F'uck you," Kento hisses.

Satoru laughs, but it's low. Menacing. He tugs on the tie wrapped around his fist. Kento jerks forward.

"Open," Satoru commands. "If you behave, I might let you fuck Kagome."

Kento scowls. He glances over to where Kagome and Suguru are on the bed, and then back at Satoru.

"Tick Tock," Satoru says. He smirks as Kento opens his mouth. "You're so fucking pathetic," he coos, reaching down and tapping his cock on Kento's lips. "Do it right."

Kento snarls. Satoru rolls his eyes and tugs on the tie again. Kento isn't fooling anyone. Satoru thrusts into Kento's mouth. His nostrils flare. Not better than Kagome.

Shit.

Nothing compares to her, but he'll give Kento a bronze medal for effort.

#crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #kagome higurashi #getoxkagomexgojo #nanami x kagome #reverse harem #crossposted on ao3 #kagome crossovers

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