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When Worlds Collides

Chapter Six - Hunger

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The campus feels eerily empty, but turning back isn't an option. It's like some sick joke the isekai gods are playing on you. No matter how much you try to force your body to stop, the invisible string yanks you forward, hungry, relentless.

Everything feels too sharp. Your senses are on high alert, hyper-aware of every creak in the floorboards, every echo bouncing off the walls. Even Itadori's heavy breaths as he dashes through the halls feel deafening.

Whatever this is, you can't control it.

"I can feel something," you hiss, reaching out and grabbing Itadori's arm, pulling him slightly toward you. You peek your head around the corner. The sight is disgusting. The creature's body writhes with several limbs, twisting and turning with repulsive squelching sounds. Its eyes dart around wildly, searching, hunting.

All you can think about is that Itadori needs to get to Fushiguro as fast as possible.

"Go on ahead," you whisper, though your voice wavers more than you'd like. "I'll distract that thing so you can get to Sasaki and Iguchi."

"No, I won't leave you," he says firmly, grabbing your wrist. Your cheeks flush, and heat creeps up your neck. 

God, pull yourself together.

"I'll be fine," you insist, forcing confidence into your voice. "The longer we stand here, more chance of them dying!" A reckless surge of bravery pushes you forward. "I'll just get its attention, then run and hide. I promise." You glance at Itadori and manage a weak smile.

He hesitates before finally nodding. "Please be careful... Y/N." Your breath catches. He said your name first. 

Goddamn it, why would he say that now? 

Before you can even respond, he's already sprinting toward the Occult Club room, leaving you alone with the monster.

Your breath shakes as you face the curse spirit. The cold night air presses against your skin, but it's nothing compared to the oppressive presence before you. Your body steps into the moonlight, casting a long, trembling shadow across the pavement. The curse spirit's hollow eyes snap toward you, its jagged mouth bubbling with an unnatural gargle. A thick, black substance drips from its lips, steaming as it splatters against the ground.

Then, it charges.

Move. Move. Move!

Your mind screams, but your body refuses to listen. Your limbs are like lead and your heart a pounds frantically that's trapped in a cage of frozen ribs. "Please," you whimper, the word slipping past your lips like a dying breath.

Nothing. No reply.

Then a split second later a sudden warmth, alien yet familiar, rises. A sensation unfurls across your body, weaving through your nerves like a second pulse. Knots of thread slither against your skin, delicate yet firm, wrapping around your limbs as if stitching you back together. It hushes your fear, its soft whispers curling into your ears, its presence undeniable.

Just like the first time you encountered a curse spirit, the recognizable sensation unfolds within you. It's as if a string of yarn stretches outward, catching the curse in an invisible web. The spirit shrieks in agony as the unseen thread tightens around it. Its deformed body thrashes, but the grip does not waver.

Hesitantly, you step forward, engulfed by the strange, electric feeling your body is crafting. A whisper escapes your lips.

"Is this... my curse energy?"

You squint, your breath hitching. And in that brief moment, you see it, the delicate yet unyielding strands of yarn wrapped around the spirit's writhing form. They shimmer faintly in the moonlight, waiting patiently. Waiting for your command.

Without knowing why, you murmur a single word.

"Knot."

No hesitation.

The thread obeys, moving effortlessly through the air, weaving itself into an intricate pattern. Loops twist and coil, binding the spirit tighter and tighter. It yells in agony, struggling against the inevitable.

The knot is perfect.

Greedily, your body presses forward toward the curse. Your senses drool at the sight of its power. Its raw, unfiltered energy. You lunge your fingers, diving into its bound, writhing form, rummaging through its insides. Your mind has no idea what it's searching for as your hand moves on instinct, desperate, needy.

Your fingers brush against something smooth. Round. Cold as death. That's what you want.

A thrill runs through you, and your yarn sings in delight, shivering with an unnatural joy. Without hesitation, you yank it free. The curse spirit convulses, its screech stretching into the void as its body evaporates, leaving nothing behind, nothing but the orb now in your grasp.

A strange calm washes over you as your thread slithers back, embedding itself into your veins like it was never separated from you at all.

You turn the sphere over in your palm, and the sight of it mesmerizes you. Colours pulse and swirl beneath its surface, shades of deep blue, violet, and flickering orange, shifting. The hues stretch and coil like living threads, warping with every twitch of your fingers.

What even is this?

It's nothing you've ever seen in the anime. It's similar to Geto's technique, but also completely different. It glitches. The colours stutter, spasming between frames like a corrupted file. It flickers, struggling to exist. Like a broken piece of reality refusing to settle into form. No thought in mind, you bring the orb closer to your face, trying to decipher it. But it jitters in your hand, moving on its own, almost as if it's alive. Its energy sinks into your skin, a cold, electric pulse spreading across your face.

You jump, startled by the sensation, your heart racing. Desperately, you wipe your face, as if trying to shake off a bug that just landed on you, its foreign presence crawling under your skin. Your hands swipe furiously, but the feeling lingers, clinging to you like an unwanted touch.

Something inside you shifts, like a piece of fabric has been stitched onto your soul. The change is subtle, but undeniable, threading itself into the core of who you are.

You shake your head.

There's no time to figure out what the hell just happened. You leave a mental note to come back to it later. Right now, you need to get to Yuji, and fast.

Your legs move automatically, driven by a force you can't name. Your senses take over, guiding you, pulling you in the direction you need to go. The world blurs around you as you focus solely on the path ahead. You hear them up ahead and come to a sudden halt as you see Yuji, holding Sasaki in his arms.

"Yuji!" You sigh, relief flooding through you. Thank god everything is unfolding as it should.

He turns his head, a bright smile spreading across his face. The warmth of it hits you immediately, the smile of someone relieved, not just because you're safe, but because you've said his first name.

"Y/N! Thank god you're okay!" Yuji also sighs. You glance at Sasaki in his arms and rush forward, your heart pounding.

"Is she okay?" You press your fingers against her neck, feeling a pulse. 

Thank god he came just in time. 

Yuji nods, his expression tight with worry, and holds up Sukuna's finger.

"So, this is it?" He mutters, examining it, but the moment your eyes land on the cursed object, your breath hitches. The same overwhelming sense of dread and ache comes crashing back again.

"Yeah. The cursed object. Ryoumen Sukuna's finger. It's a miracle that thing didn't swallow it," Fushiguro chimes in, extending a hand for Yuji to pass the finger to him.

"Why would anything eat this? Is it good?" Yuji raises an eyebrow, genuinely confused. You snort to yourself, knowing he's the one who's going to end up eating it. Unfortunately, your thread starts to go erratic. It senses the pure power radiating off the cursed finger—needs it.

You take a cautious step back, the dread bubbling inside you, and it causes Fushiguro to glance your way, his sharp gaze shifting to you with curiosity.

"Don't be dense," Fushiguro replies to Yuji, but his gaze flickers toward you, his eyes never fully leaving your figure. "You'd eat it to gain stronger cursed energy. Now, hand it over—it's dangerous." He takes a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Yuji.

"Fine. Here." Yuji shrugs his shoulders, but before he can pass the finger to Fushiguro, you feel a sharp sense of danger creeping in.

"Watch out!" you shout, just as a curse spirit plummets from the ceiling. Fushiguro reacts instantly, shoving Yuji out of the way. Yuji is sent flying towards you, and you crash to the floor with a painful groan. Dust and debris fill the air, choking the space around you and making it hard to see or breathe.

"Y/N? You okay?" Yuji calls out, his voice concerned. You cough, reaching around you, trying to orient yourself in the haze.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you reply, struggling to push yourself up. As the dust begins to settle, Yuji untangles himself from you and helps you to your feet.

"Run!" Fushiguro shouts, his voice urgent as he tries to draw the curse's attention away from you two. The spirit howls in fury, raising its hand and strikes Fushiguro with a devastating blow, sending him crashing through the building's wall and flying out of sight.

Yuji quickly places Sasaki down beside you and jumps into the fray, racing after Fushiguro.

"Yuji!" you scream, panic rising in your chest. Without thinking, you leap after him, bursting through the broken wall and landing heavily on the roof. The impact sends a jolt through your body as you slam into the ground, wind knocked out of you.

You look up to see both of them battling the curse. 

Shit. How did I end up in a situation like this? 

Tears sting your eyes, and your lips tremble. All you want is to be home with your mum, not here.

 Fushiguro is sent flying backwards again, his body scraping across the concrete. You stagger toward him, hissing through the pain. "You okay?" you ask, breathlessly helping him up. He meets your gaze with his usual stoic expression, but in his eyes, you see a flicker of gratitude. He brushes the dust off his uniform and nods sharply. Yuji is still throwing punches at the curse, but you know it's pointless, he can't defeat it without cursed energy.

"Only a curse can beat a curse! You can't defeat this!" Fushiguro shouts to him.

"Is that your idea of a pep talk?! At this rate, we're all gonna die!" Yuji hurls another punch at the curse spirit, his movements quick and agile. You watch, amazed at how fluidly he moves. "If I quit now, I'll be stuck in this nightmare for weeks! Ugh... Besides..." He leaps backward, narrowly dodging a strike from the curse. "I know what I have to do."

The curse catches him, throwing his body into the air, which causes both  you and Fushiguro to tense. Fushiguro notices Sukuna's finger slipping from Yuji's hand.

"You idiot! Throw it to me or you'll both get eaten!" Fushiguro shouts, his voice sharp. Yuji's eyes shift as he remembers Fushiguro's earlier words - 'You'd eat it to gain stronger cursed energy.'

Your heart races as you watch Yuji's expression change to one of determination. You hold your breath, preparing for what's about to happen.

"There's a way I can save everyone! I just need my own cursed energy, right?!" he says, grabbing the finger mid-air. Before Fushiguro can protest, he swallows it.

"NO!" Fushiguro yells. His hand shoots out, grabbing your waist and pulling you behind him. Your face burns up, the heat rushing to your cheeks as you mentally scream, 

Oh my God, oh my God, he just grabbed me!

Snapping out of your dazed dream state, a low, menacing laugh vibrates through the air. You swallow hard, instantly recognizing the source of the sound. Without thinking, your hand grips the seam of Fushiguro's blazer, holding on tightly.

"Heh... Hehehe... Hahahahaha! Ah! Hahahaha! I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh"

Sukuna has just been manifested. 

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The Aftermaths

Zoro x Gn!Reader (reader has a vagina)

summary: After the long, gruelling battle, Luffy stood victorious over the fallen warlord Doflamingo. Cheers rang through the streets, tears of relief and joy streaming from the faces of a freed people. And what better way to celebrate such a triumph than with a feast fit for legends? But tonight… drinks won’t be the only indulgence waiting for you.

Warnings: gore/violence, unprotected sex, fingering, alcohol, under the influence sex, sweet talk, smut with small plot, tiny bit of foreplay

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The air around you halts as if oxygen itself was holding its breath. Time stood still waiting patiently for your captain to take the final blow. Your body remained in tranquillity, daggers grips tightly in your hands. Blood, dark and slick, traces a delicate path down the side of your cheek, only to kiss the crease of your lip in a silent, haunting moment. A hungry scream of determination bellows from Luffy, a scream you knew all too well, pierces through your ears. Then nothing. Just a sound of a crash was left, followed by a falling body. It was over. Doflamingo, the infamous Warlord of the Sea, had been defeated. The weight of the battle had finally lifted, leaving a quiet emptiness in its wake as the echoes of the struggle faded into nothingness.

As if defying the pull of gravity itself, you willed your body to relax, allowing the smile that had longed to break free to finally appear. It was as though time itself recognized the moment, and with it, roars of victory mingled with the weeps of relief, erupting in a flood of emotion at long last. You turn to see Nami with tears pricking her eyes, waiting to be embraced. Arms open, you accepted.

The survivors gathered themselves, bracing for the next grim task. Scouting for the injured. Hours passed of shouting and lifting debris from the collapsed building that were impacted by the war. Chopper leads the charge, quickly turning an abandoned building into a makeshift hospital to tend to the wounded. The sight before you is something you can never get accustomed to. Bodies, twisted across the cobbled streets, thrown carelessly by the violence that tore through the city. The air thick with the pungent scent of burnt flesh and fresh blood, a foul mixture that clings to your senses and makes your nose wrinkle from the revulsion.

Even as children weep and mothers sing prayers, there's a trace of hope in their voices. After years of torment and blinded by ignorance, they sounded liberated. Amidst the bloodshed that clouds your vision, the echoes of freedom carries you forward. "Looks like we did well" Nami's soft words brings you back to the present. "But, I'm also expecting some payment," she snaps, shifting back into her money hungry self. You can't help but laugh. "I'm serious. Do you know how difficult, and terrifying, that fight was. Never again, I'm telling you-" you let her rambling fade into the background as you walk away, in search for your captain.

It's no surprise to find him bursting with energy, already eager for the next adventure. Rebecca, Viola, Kyros, and Riku gather around him, showering him with praise that only seems to fuel his ever-growing ego. "Man, I could eat a whole Sea King right now," Luffy groans, rubbing his empty stomach.

"You'd do that anyway," Sanji quips as he steps into view. Everyone bursts into laughter, knowing full well how true those words are. Luffy's appetite is legendary, after all.

"Let's celebrate!" Luffy exclaims, stretching his arms to grab onto Sanji, clearly demanding food and drinks without hesitation. Despite the exhaustion weighing on everyone, his energy is infectious, sparking a craving for a well-earned reward. For you, the thought of sake's smooth burn sliding down your throat feels like paradise.

The night greets you with a chill, its icy breath brushing against your cheeks, though the warmth of alcohol coursing through your veins fights to keep it at bay. Your hazy gaze drifts over the lively scene around you, the sight of friends lost in cheerful singing as they down drink after drink, their bodies swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm to the music flowing effortlessly from Brook's instrument, or the sight of Luffy, who's already devouring his 15th meal of the night, his boundless appetite as unstoppable as ever.

You spot Nami deep in negotiation with Riku, her eyes practically sparkling with money signs as she haggles with unmatched enthusiasm. Nearby, you catch sight of Franky, Usopp, and Chopper wielding chopsticks, contorting their faces into absurdly hideous shapes, their laughter ringing through the air. Your gaze drifts lazily, following a undetermined path, taking in the lively chaos of the night until it finally lands on Zoro. You take note of how his cheeks are flushed from the alcohol he's consumed, a faint pink colouring his otherwise stoic demeanour. His hair is tousled, with strands sticking out in different directions, giving him a naturally unkempt yet charming appearance. Your eyes linger on the way his jaw clenches, accentuating the sharp, chiselled line that defines his features. His eyes wanders dreamily, yet there's a glimmer of awareness that lingers within them. The dark, sunken pupils seem to draw you in, captivating you with the haunting allure of his ever-fading beauty.

Lost in memorizing his features, you remain unaware that his attention has now shifted to you. His gaze lingers lazily, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he wonders what thoughts occupy your mind. He takes in your frame, noticing the soft red tint blooming across your cheeks and the way your eyes glimmer with an emotion he can't quite decipher. A small smile tugs at his lips before he pushes himself up and staggers toward you, settling into a comfortable spot by your side. In silence, you both savour the soothing presence of each other, watching the chaos unfold before you.

Once you down the last drop of sake, he offers you another bottle, which you gladly accept.

"We're going to run out if we keep this up," you chuckle, taking another swig.

His laughter sends a shiver through you. Seeing him like this is rare, but it's a sight you secretly adore. You'd never admit it, to anyone or even to yourself, but you tuck these moments away, cherishing them in the deepest corners of your mind.

"You've gotten better," he finally speaks, pulling you from your thoughts. His words make you turn to him, confusion flickering across your face.

"At fighting, that is," he clarifies.

A smirk tugs at your lips. "Were you watching me, Mr. Roronoa?" you tease. His demeanour shifts, a hint of embarrassment flickering across his face. The truth is, he can't keep his eyes off you. The way you fight beside him in battle, the way you laugh when someone makes a witty remark, or the way you look up at him, your eyes glazed with fascination, hanging onto every word he says.

You are intoxicating to him. 

"Maybe," he murmurs, his voice small, so quiet it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

"Thank you. You ain't bad yourself," you say with a playful nudge against his shoulder. His smile returns as he lifts the bottle to his lips, taking another sip. 

Hours slip by, the music still lively and the cheers still echoing as you and Zoro sway together, leaning on each other for balance, following an aimless path forward. The idea had seemed fun at the time but now, your body protests with every step, scolding you for taking on the challenge of trying to outdrink him.

Both of you stumble up the steps, feet heavy and clumsy, as you lead the way toward the crow's nest.

"I'm never challenging you again," you slur, letting your back hit the wall with a soft thud as you slide down until you're seated on the floor. Zoro lets out a low laugh, mirroring your motion as he drops beside you.

“Told you,” he mutters with a chuckle, one hand loosely cradling a half-finished bottle of sake. He leans his head back, eyes slipping closed as he basks in the rare peace and quiet.

“So nosy down there,” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly.

You hum in response, but your mind isn’t on his words. It’s on the slow, steady bob of his Adam’s apple every time he swallows. On the way his lips part just enough as he takes in deep, measured breaths.

You're so caught up in watching him that you don’t realize he’s watching you too. His body inches closer, his gaze fixed on your lips. It’s the heat of his breath, soft and sudden against your skin, that snaps you out of the trance.

"Who’s watching me now?" he teases, his voice barely above a whisper. It sends a shiver through you, your lips parting with a sharp inhale. A smirk tugs at his mouth as he leans in closer, the space between you shrinking by the second. "I hope you like what you see," he murmurs, letting the bottle slip from his grasp as his hand trails to your thigh.

If it weren’t for the alcohol pulsing through your veins, you might’ve passed out from the intensity alone. But instead, it fuels a flicker of boldness.

“Maybe I do.”

The words have barely left your mouth before his lips crash into yours; sloppy, hungry, desperate. A deep groan vibrates against your lips, muffled by the kiss, sending a sharp, pulsing ache between your thighs. He locks on your waist and pulls you, sending you over to his lap. 

“Needed… this,” he breathes, his fingers tracing down the length of your spine before settling on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “For… so… long.” You grind your hips, desperate for any friction to soothe the throbbing ache pulsing at your clit.

“Please… need more,” you whimper, the words breathless and broken, lost in the wave of heat spreading through your body. He thrusts his hips up to meet yours, the hard bulge in his pants dragging against your clothed centre, teasing, taunting, letting you know he needs this just as badly. 

In seconds, your back hits the cool, hard floor, his body towering over you as your lips remain locked in a breathless kiss. The urgency between you is beyond words; months of whispered yearning, of stolen glances and quiet fantasies, now crashing into this one wild moment.

He moves fast, precise. In one fluid motion, he strips away your jeans and underwear, baring your slick, desperate cunt to the air. He breaks the kiss, eyes dark as they roam over you, soaking in the sight he’s imagined countless times.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers gliding between your folds, drawing a raw moan from your throat. “Leaking all for me,” he smirks, eyes locked on your flushed, pleading expression. 

You’re just about to beg, voice trembling on the edge of desperation, when he slips his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, silencing you with a quiet, commanding gesture. “Shh, I know what you want,” he murmurs, voice low and laced with lust. “Just be patient.”

His other hand resumes its slow exploration, fingers tracing your soaked folds with maddening precision. “Seeing the way you fought today…” he growls, plunging his fingers into you. The sudden fullness makes your walls clench around him, the sensation deliciously overwhelming. “Made me want to take you right then and there,” he grunts, his pace slow, watching the way your back arches beneath him with each movement.

“Zoro…” his name barely escapes your throat, more breath than voice, just as his fingers sink deeper into you.

Your lips wrap around the fingers still resting on your tongue, sucking softly; needy, eager, your body trembling in time with every movement he makes.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a snap, leaving a thin trail of saliva as the only connection. The hand buried inside you retreats just as fast, leaving you clenching around emptiness. You whimper at the loss, your hips instinctively chasing after his touch.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy wrapped around me,” he mutters, fumbling with his trousers and boxers until they’re shoved down, letting his cock spring free and slap against his torso with a heavy thud.

Your eyes widen at the sight; thick, veiny, the red flushed tip already glistening with precum. You let out a soft, breathless whine, knowing he’s going to stretch you open, and loving the way that thought makes you ache even more. 

The last bit of fabric clinging to your chest is stripped away, leaving you completely exposed beneath the swordsman’s intense gaze. He leans down, biting one of your nipples sharply as he strokes himself, eyes locked on yours.

“Please, Zo…” you whimper, voice trembling. You’ve had enough of the teasing,; your pussy leaks with desperation, aching to be filled, to be ruined by him.

He grunts at the nickname, the sound guttural, primal, as he brings his tip to your entrance.

“Say that again,” he growls, voice low and demanding.

“Zo, plea—”

Before the word even leaves your lips, he slams into you. A chorus of gasps and moans replaces the stillness that once blanketed the crow’s nest.

“S-So… good,” you manage, biting into his shoulder in a futile attempt to muffle the cries clawing their way out of your throat.

His rhythm builds fast; precise, practiced, like he knows your body better than you do. His hips grind into you with brutal intent, and when he hits that perfect spot inside you, your walls clamp down around him.

“Fuck, like that, yeah?” he groans, his thrusts relentless, dragging cries from your lips as your breath catches and stutters. Finally, he lifts his head, locking eyes with your utterly wrecked expression; tears streaking down your cheeks, eyes rolled back, mouth slack with bliss.

Every night, he’d imagined this. Imagined you beneath him, imagined the way your tits would bounce by his rhythm, imagine the sounds you'd make as you took his cock like a good girl. And fuck—his fantasies didn't do you any justice. “So fucking pretty around my cock,” he growls, slamming into that perfect spot again, each thrust wrecking you.

Your thighs begin to tremble as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside you. You’re close, so close, and he knows it. “Cum on my cock, pretty,” he coos, voice low and urgent as he picks up the pace. Your gummy walls squeeze around him, pulsing with every thrust. Your back arches, and your hand flies to your chest, fingers gripping your nipple like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

Then pop. The bubble bursts.

A cry tears from your throat as your vision goes white, euphoria crashing over you in waves. Your slick leaks out in warm, beautiful streams, pooling beneath you. The sight alone is enough to tip Zoro over the edge. His cock twitches deep inside you, and with a final grunt, he spills; hot, thick, and sticky, his release flooding into you as his body shudders. 

After a few slow, lazy thrusts, he collapses on top of you, letting the high wash over him completely. The room stills once more, the silence broken only by the sound of your shared, heavy breathing.

“We should do more drinking challenges,” you murmur, your voice soft but playful.

That draws a laugh from both of you; warm, breathless, and entirely satisfied.

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a/n - goddddd the things I would let this man do to me ¬‿¬ WIll be doing alot more zoro x reader in the future hehe

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One Piece MasterList ❦

Series

⤷The Last Bloodline ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ (zoro x fem!reader) (on pause)

One Shots

Zoro

⤷The Aftermath ❤︎❤︎

Sir Crocodile

⤷The New Consort ❤︎

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(for this universe all characters are aged up)

Series

⤷When Worlds Collides (jjk x isekai reader) ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

One Shots

Megumi ⤷Be my cure ❤︎

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a/n - Hello guys happy easter! Sorry for late post again I promise I won't make this into a habit. Just spent all day with my partner as it was our anniversary eeeee. 3 years and strong <3. Anyway how are you guys doing!

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The walk to college is a bit awkward. Itadori keeps asking if you're okay, to which you keep replying that you are. You don't blame him for worrying. From his perspective, you went from looking like the light in your soul had been torn out to suddenly being completely fine again. Sasaki texts both of you, saying the spirits seem extra active today, which, in simplest terms, means she's just bored and wants to hang out.

You all sit around the table, the lights off to set the mood. Not that you need any help setting yours; Itadori already did that when he showed you the box containing Sukuna's finger.

"Ready to go? What do you say?" Itadori stirs the tension, glancing around the group. "Sasaki, Iguchi, L/N?" They both nod, and you offer a weak smile.

"Okay... go."

They place their hands on the planchette, eyes squinting in anticipation. You, on the other hand, just watch them, already knowing exactly how this is going to play out. The canon story is kicking off, which means Megumi Fushiguro has already checked the thermometer shed, only to find, of course, no finger in sight. Meaning he's going to be on campus today, searching for it.

Your stomach turns.

Oh my god. I'll be seeing Megumi.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—keep it together, Y/N. This is not the time to be fangirling.

But you can't help it. He's just so dreamy, and you have to admit—you have a major crush on him.

That's only if the story goes as planned, though. Once again, you have no idea how your presence is going to affect it. Maybe you should just stay out of it entirely. What if, by interfering, you end up getting more people killed?

Your mind spirals with what-if scenarios until—

BANG!

A door slamming open snaps you out of it.

"Occult Club!" The club president storms in, his expression stern.

"Hey, Plankton President! What's up?" Itadori grins from ear to ear, clearly teasing him. The president stomps over, slamming a piece of paper onto the table in front of you all. Instinctively, you all lean in to read it.

"As you were previously informed, a research club with no real activities must forfeit its clubroom," the president says, arms crossed over his chest. "So vacate now!" He adjusts his glasses with a sharp flick of his finger.

You scoff. He's definitely enjoying this power trip.

"You really ought to be careful not to underestimate our members, President," Itadori leans back, a smirk creeping onto his face. You stay quiet, watching as they bicker over whether or not the football team is cursed by spirits. Maybe you should leave now before the story progresses any further.

You push yourself up from your seat, ready to slip out unnoticed—

But the president's gaze snaps to you.

"And who are you?" His eyes narrow suspiciously. You stammer, trying to find the right words, but before you can answer—

"Ah, that doesn't matter!" He shakes his head, dismissing you entirely before turning his attention back to Itadori.

"The biggest problem here is you, Itadori!" He dramatically points a finger at him. "You're registered with track and field, not the Occult Club! That means this club doesn't even have the three members required to exist!"

Sasaki and Iguchi's faces fall into a frown, their auras practically radiating betrayal.

"You did that?" Sasaki scoffs, clearly hurt by the revelation.

"But I... I'm sure I wrote Occult Club..." Itadori mutters, confusion hanging in the air. He turns to you with a small pout, looking completely lost. And right on cue, Coach Takagi strides in, his presence filling the room.

"I'm the one who changed it!" his voice booms over you all. "The track and field team needs you on it!" for his own selfish gain, of course.

"I swear teachers aren't allowed to do that," you say, arching an eyebrow as your voice gains some volume. Coach Takagi, however, completely ignores you, still only addressing Itadori. Typical. Just like in the anime, Itadori refuses, which inevitably leads to all six of you making your way toward the football field to settle the deal they struck.

Your eyes scan the area around you, hoping to spot Fushiguro before anyone else does. With your knowledge of how this plays out, you already know Itadori is going to win, and break the world record while he's at it. There. Next to some benches, you spot a boy with black spiky hair and an expression you recognize all too well. Your heart skips a beat. 

Fuck. He's even more handsome in person.

His eyes meet yours, and you swear the air in your lungs just vanished. He squints, tilting his head slightly. Embarrassed, you quickly turn back toward Itadori, wondering if that was your imagination or if he really looked at you. Heat travels up your neck.

Your ears prick up as you hear Itadori swear, the group completely dumbfounded that he just beat the coach. His legs take off, sprinting toward the college gate without even a goodbye. That's your cue to leave, too. You turn around, but then you feel your wrist being gripped by someone. Your eyes grow large, and you shift your head to see Fushiguro, his expression as stern as ever.

"You," he says simply, his voice cold. "Where is it?"

His grip tightens, and if you weren't so confused about why he's talking to you and not running after Itadori, like he does in the anime, you'd probably be blushing and dancing on the inside because he's holding your wrist.

"W...what?" You stutter, your brain going into overdrive. This is bad, if he doesn't follow Itadori, then Sasaki and Iguchi will die tonight.

"The box—where is it?" His voice is sharp, almost accusatory, as he spits out the words. "I don't have time for games. This thing is dangerous," he says, his tone edged with urgency. His other hand reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He turns the screen toward you, showing a picture of the box he's referring to, even though you already knew exactly what he meant.

"I... I don't have it," you answer truthfully, your mind racing. You need to get him to the hospital fast before it's too late. "But my friend does. I can take you to him." You tug your arm, trying to free yourself from his grip, hoping he'll let go so you can move now. Thankfully he does, but his expression is still laced with caution.

The sound of yours and Fushiguro's footsteps echo through the hospital hallway. During the entire trip here, he stays silent while you lead the way, tension hanging thick in the air. 

By all the isekai'd gods, please let us not be late. 

This interaction has to happen—otherwise, how can the story progress? Luckily, as soon as you reach the department where his grandad is being treated, you spot Itadori right away.

Your heart aches, knowing that right now, he's grieving the loss of his grandad. Even from afar, you can see the sadness swallowing his once brightly lit face.

"Itadori!" You quicken your pace, closing the distance before throwing your arms around his neck. He needs this, some kind of comfort before his world starts falling apart.

His body tenses from the sudden contact, shocked by the way you press against him. He wasn't expecting you here—especially not with another boy.

"L/N? What are you doing here?" Despite the grief weighing on him, a small smile tugs at his lips. Even though his grandad just passed away, having someone here with him brings a bit of warmth back into his body.

You take a step back, opening your mouth to speak but the raven haired boy beats you too it. 

"The cursed object you possess is very dangerous. I need you to hand it over." His hand extends toward Itadori, palm open, waiting for him to hand over the box.

"Cursed object?" Itadori repeats, his brows furrowing in confusion. He turns to you, searching for answers. "L/N, what is he even talking about?" His voice carries a mix of scepticism and curiosity, clearly not understanding the weight of the situation yet.

"The box you showed me this morning, he wants it," you say, answering Itadori's curiosity. His mouth forms an "O" as realization dawns on him, now understanding what the spiky-haired boy is asking.

"Oh yeah, I found that, but I don't have it anymore," he says, scratching his head, still baffled by the whole situation. "But here's the box." He carelessly tosses it toward Fushiguro, who catches it effortlessly, making you gasp.

That was hot.

Fushiguro opens the box, his face still as stoic as ever, but there's a slight twitch in his eye that's barely noticeable. He glances inside, then frowns. "It's empty... I've just been following a trace left by the object." He shoves the box into your hand, frustration creeping into his voice. "Fuck, where is it?" His gaze snaps to Itadori, the tension rising.

"Knock it off," Itadori begins, trying to steady the situation. "You see, my friends were planning to... uh..." He trails off, unsure how to continue.

"To do what?!" Fushiguro's patience is wearing thin. You notice how his eyebrows furrow and his lips twitch, a subtle shift that betrays his irritation. If the situation weren't so dire, you might have been fantasizing about how his lips would feel against your...

"Well, they were saying, 'Let's open it up to see what's inside tonight,'" Itadori shrugs, though the concern on his face is unmistakable. If it were just some random guy, he might not have been worried, but with you here, he can tell this is no joke.

Fushiguro stutters, his eyes wide as he processes what Itadori said. Without another word, he turns on his heel and speeds off. You and Itadori chase after him, panic settling in your chest as you realize the gravity of what's ahead.

"It's... that bad?" Itadori's voice carries into Fushiguro's ears, his tone full of uncertainty.

"It's way worse than bad," Fushiguro snaps, not looking back. "Your friends... are going to die."

You wanted to stay away from this. The fighting. The curses. It's too frightening. The panic gripping you now is worse than anything you've ever felt. Standing outside the collage, the reality of it all hits you like a wave. It becomes too real, too heavy to ignore. You can feel everything. The negative energy that coats the entire building, wrapping around you with its presence.

1... 2... 3... 4...

You focus on your breath, trying to steady yourself, but it's hard. Your nails dig into your palm as you squeeze your fists, trying to hold on to some semblance of control. The world around you seems to blur, the weight of the cursed energy pulling you under, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.

"Whoa... what is this pressure?" Itadori mutters, eyes locked on the all-too-familiar school before you.

Fushiguro ignores him, already scaling the fence with ease.

"I'll handle this," he says, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"Oh, no way! I'm coming too!" Itadori exclaims, grabbing onto the fence, ready to climb. "They're my friends! I have to help!"

"You're both staying here," Fushiguro snaps, turning sharply toward you both.

You stand behind Itadori and nod. Truthfully, you had no intention of going in anyway. Even if you wanted to, your body refuses to move, terror has you locked in place. Fushiguro disappears over the fence, leaving Itadori to sigh in frustration.

You glance at Itadori, already knowing what he's thinking. The silence between you stretches unbearably.

"I'm going in, L/N," he finally says, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "I... I can't just stand here and risk them dying. Especially since I'm the one who gave them that cursed object." He looks at you with guilt. "I have to help them. It's what my grandpa would have wanted. Stay here, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

He places a hand on your shoulder, and for a moment, the anxiety clawing at your chest eases.

You nod, though tears prick at your eyes. This is it. The last time you'll see Itadori. It was nice while it lasted, but it was inevitable. He's the protagonist, and you're just a side character. No... not even that. You don't belong in this world.

But you're far too naïve to think you can just slip into the background.

A strange force prickles along your nerves, an invisible thread pulling your gaze toward the building. It taunts you, demands you to follow. And before you can even think to resist, your body moves on its own—you're leaping the fence alongside Itadori.

"Oh? You're coming too?"

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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Sir Crocodile and a nonbinary reader with gangbangs and gags please? In the fic, the reader has been hired as a new sex partner for Crocodile to enjoy. And to kickstart their new life, Crocodile orders the reader to partake in a gangbang with the other sex consorts. You can decide on the intimate acts but I'd like the reader to be kept cloth gagged when their mouth isn't being used. What do you think?

Hi thank your for the request. Sorry if it isn't the best as I haven't written smut in a long time. But I hope its good enough.

The new consort 

Crocodile x gn!reader x other consorts (reader has a cock)

Summary: You never imagined you'd find yourself standing outside the door, waiting to begin your new life as a consort for Sir Crocodile himself. It’s your first time in a role like this, and he’s decided the best way for you to learn… is to be broken in.

Warnings: MDNI!!! Gangabang, orgy, Oral, mouth gag, voyeurism, masturbation

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Your heart races as you stand before the door. You pause, uncertain whether to knock or wait, your hand hovering mid-air. Someone once asked where you saw yourself in a few years. Most people offer safe answers, something stable or wildly ambitious. You? You never really knew. Honestly, you've been content with how life has unfolded so far.

But if someone had told you that one day you'd be standing outside a building, waiting for a servant to escort you in to meet one of the Seven Warlords, you would've laughed in their face. And if they added that you were being hired to fulfil all of his needs? Honestly, you might've punched them.

Yet here you are. Standing. Waiting.

To meet Sir Crocodile himself.

The door creaks open, almost too cheerfully, as it swings inward to welcome you. A coolness washes over your skin as the shade pulls you in, shielding you from the sun's harsh glare. You step inside, trailing behind the figure ahead. Each footfall echoes down the corridor, every step murmuring the same question: Is this a mistake?

"He's inside," the woman says, gesturing forward.

Your senses go into overdrive the moment you step inside. The air is thick; suffocating, with a heady cocktail of perfume, sweat, incense, and desire. Sweet oil fumes cling to your nostrils; jasmine, cedarwood, and a hint of vanilla, trying, but ultimately failing, to mask the undeniable scent of pure sex.

Your eyes linger on the bodies draped across couches covered in velvet cushions and silk sheets. Skin glows under the soft, flickering light of the lanterns, revealing bare forms adorned with nothing but fine jewellery. Each motion is deliberate, drawn out like a seduction in progress. Conversations blur into moans as you walk further in, each sound melting into the haze, drawing you deeper into the room. 

As you weave your way through the chaos of pleasure, you see him. Crocodile. His body lounges effortlessly in a chair, legs casually propped up on the back of a person kneeling before him. A cigar dangles between his lips, smoke curling lazily into the air, and his mouth is tugged into that signature smirk that's knowing and dangerous.

You drink him in, every detail carved into memory. Broad shoulders that radiate dominance and power. A long, jagged scar slicing beneath one piercing, calculating gaze. Eyes that don't just look, they measure, dissect, decide. 

"You must be the new one," he says, his voice low, raw, and undeniably alluring.

"Yes," you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Stories of his power had reached you, but nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming presence he exudes. "I mean... yes, sir."​

He chuckles a deep, resonant sound that sends a shiver down your spine. The mere sound of his voice ignites an inching throb on your cock.​

"So, I hear this is your first time as a consort," he remarks, his demeanour unchanged. Beneath the playful tone lies a hint of something more, something shrewd, as if he's already several steps ahead.​

"That's right, sir," you reply, your eyes flickers between Crocodile and the others in the room.

"Eyes on me, pet," he tuts, planting his feet firmly on the ground. "We need to break you in properly." His eyes gleam with mischief as he snaps his fingers, summoning the group you saw earlier.

Their touch is soft, welcoming, as they glide your shirt off, exposing your chest.

"That's better," Crocodile smirks, his hand trailing down his body to rest over his growing arousal. "From now on, you call me Master."

"Yes, Master," you gasp, as one of the women runs her hands up your torso, gently reaching your mouth to place a cloth gag. Your breath hitches, causing Crocodile to chuckle.

"Such a pretty sight. I love when my consorts are gagged," he says, finally standing and stalking over to you. His fingers lightly trace your arm as he hums. "Take off their pants," he commands the other consorts, and they comply. The fabric of your jeans brushes against your skin as they slip away, leaving you in only your underwear, your growing bulge now on full display.

Crocodile's hand grips the back of your neck tightly, pulling your gaze to meet his. "Now be a good pet and keep your eyes only on me," he whispers into your ear. Another person comes before you, ripping your underwear away causing you cock to spring out, hitting your belly, showing off the red tip that's already coated with precum. 

The consort bends down, their tongue gliding slowly along your shaft, drawing a muffled whimper from your gagged mouth.

"Shhh..." Crocodile smirks, palming himself with a lazy confidence. "You're going to take it. Let me use you—my own personal little toy." He drags his teeth along the curve of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Each time you try to reach for the others, Crocodile slaps your hand away with a sharp, deliberate motion, reminding you who's in control.

They lead you to an unoccupied couch, pushing you down with enough force to draw a soft thud against the cushions. Crocodile settles into a chair opposite you, something grand and imposing, more like a throne than a seat. His pants hang halfway down his legs, his cock thick and throbbing at the sight of you surrounded by the other consorts.

A low grunt escapes your gagged mouth as one of them wraps a hand around your length, beginning to stroke you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, just enough to tease. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as euphoria blooms in your gut watching Crocodile throw his head back, stroking himself  shamelessly.

You try to murmur something, begging to touch him, to touch the others, but you're cut off as a warm mouth wraps around your length, slurping up the mix of saliva and pre-cum that drips from you.

"You," Crocodile slurs, pointing to one of the women encircling you. "Sit on their face."

He spits the command, and she obeys without hesitation. Removing the gag that once muffled your voice, she climbs on top of you, straddling your mouth. In moments, your face is drenched in her wetness, slick heat smearing across your lips and chin.

Your tongue licks up the length of her, finding her folds and pressing firmly, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from her throat.

"That’s it," Crocodile groans, his hand moving faster now, pumping himself as his own moans fill the air. You're both close, you can hear it in the way he breathes, feel it in the way your body jolts every time the consort beneath you deepens your cock into their throat, their motions hungry and relentless.

Gripping the waist of the one atop you, you hold her down and thrust your tongue rougher, harder, sending deep vibrations through her as you moan into her core. The sound of shared pleasure fills the room, moans, wet slaps, and gasping breaths all blurring together into something filthy and beautiful. 

In one swift, overwhelming moment, a deep groan escapes you as you release, your fluids spilling into the consort’s mouth. They swallow eagerly, the salty taste sliding down their throat as they savour every last drop.

Crocodile reaches his own limit the moment he sees your body twitching, trembling through your climax. His thick, sticky cum spurts out in hot bursts as his hand slows, coating his cock and fingers in white.

“So beautiful,” he breathes heavily, watching the scene unfold before him of tangled bodies slick with sweat and dripping with shared pleasure.

The room stills, the air thick with the heat of release. Everyone basks in the haze of their high, bodies slick, breath heavy, the silence humming with satisfaction.

But then Crocodile rises, towering over you like a shadow reborn. His presence commands the space, his half-lidded eyes gleaming with something dark and insatiable.

"I hope you’ve still got some energy left," he murmurs with a low chuckle, the sound curling down your spine. His gaze burns into you, full of wicked intent.

"Because now…" he strokes himself slowly, deliberately  "it’s my turn to make you cum."

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter Four - And so it begins

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A week has passed, and you've never felt as much happiness as you do now. Nearly every day at college, you're side by side with Yuji, and it's become your new normal.

But getting used to this life still comes with its flaws.

At night, when you're alone, the weight of everything crashes down on you. You still weep for your mum, the one you lost. Even though the person in your home resemble her in every way, it's not the same. It's like you're living with a stranger, trapped between the comfort of familiarity and the unsettling truth that this isn't really your world.

Your mind replays the story of Jujutsu Kaisen over and over again. Out of everyone in this world, you're the only one who knows what's going to happen. That knowledge alone feels like a massive responsibility, a weight you never asked for.

You still don't know what your role in all of this is... and maybe you never will.

Then, like an unwelcome whisper in the back of your mind, she surfaces. That crazy woman. The one from the bus. Was she the cause of all this? And if so... what were her intentions? All you know is that you're here, and maybe, just maybe, you can use this knowledge for good.

For the short time you've been here, Itadori and you have grown surprisingly close. You practically talk every second of the day, especially now that he's given you his phone number. That's right. You have Yuji Itadori's phone number.

Itadori >⩊<

hey l/n!

hello Itadori

you coming to the club this lunch?( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

do you even need to ask? of course!

yay! don't tell the others but you make it super fun (｡╹ω╹｡)

who would of thought you can make the occult club 10x scarier

You giggle at his message, reminiscing about a few days ago when you pulled off a prank. You had dressed up a mannequin as a ghost and placed it in the corner of the Occult Club room. The moment they spotted it, chaos erupted. Sasaki screamed. Iguchi nearly fell out of his chair. But the best part? Itadori's face. You have never seen pure terror bulge out of his eyes. Well not in person anyway. 

haha I wished I took a photo of your face

priceless (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

shut up (╥﹏╥)

anyway I also wanted to ask if you want to go to 

the hospital with me after school? you don't have too!!

Your breath hitches at the invitation.

Has it really gotten to this point? Have you truly become close enough to him that he wants you to meet his grandad? Butterflies swarm your body, your heart doing little flips in your chest. Your lips stretch into a smile before you even realize it.

It's funny, you've noticed yourself smiling a lot more lately. Before all of this, back in your world, you never really had a reason to. Your days were predictable, you had a bland routine which was often lonely. But here, with Itadori and the others, you feel lighter, like you finally have something to look forward to.

Maybe it's the way he effortlessly brightens any room, or how easily laughter comes when he's around. Or maybe, for the first time in a long while, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.

of course, I would love too!

Itadori meets you outside the college gates at the end of the day, his famous smile still plastered on his face as he waves enthusiastically. It's impossible not to smile back at this boy.

"L/N!" he calls out, and somehow, he makes your name sound like music. You can't help but feel a little bashful.

"Thanks for saying yes," he grins, effortlessly throwing an arm over your shoulder. To him, this is normal, just friendly, casual physical contact. On the outside, you act like it's nothing, like you're completely unfazed. But on the inside? You're screaming, crying, laughing, all at once, drowning in pure joy.

"No worries," you say, flashing him a smile. "It'll be nice to meet your grandad."

You arrive at the hospital, and just before you step into the room, Yuji gives you a small warning. "Just so you know, he's a grumpy old fart, but he has his moments." You giggle, fully aware of how his grandad can be. You just hope he likes you.

"For god's sake, Yuji, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't need you here. Go be with your friends—better yet, go to your club!" his grandad complains, scoffing at him as much as possible.

"It's nice to see you too, Grandad," Yuji responds nonchalantly. "But don't worry, I am hanging out with my friend. See?" He gestures toward you just as you step inside.

Your chest tightens as all eyes land on you, a sudden pressure settling in your ribs. Heat creeps up your neck, and you suddenly feel hyperaware of every little movement; how you're standing, where your hands are, even the way you're breathing. His gaze is sharp, studying you with an intensity that makes your stomach twist. You don't know if he's judging you, sizing you up, or just annoyed that you're here, but the weight of his attention makes you feel small. You swallow hard, willing yourself to stay composed, to make a good first impression despite the nerves threatening to take over.

1...2...3...

You force yourself to bow your head. "Hello, Mr. Itadori. It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N L/N." Your head remains lowered as you anxiously wait for his response, the silence stretching so long it feels like the whole world has paused for this moment.

Finally, he huffs. "At least someone knows how to respect their elders," he says at last. Relief washes over you, and you slowly lift your head, your shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he adds, "And how is someone as pretty as yourself, friends with a dork like my grandson?" Though his words are playful, there's a hint of genuine confusion in his tone, as if he truly can't fathom the connection.

Itadori's eyes widen in offense at his grandad's comment. "Oi! What's that supposed to mean?" he exclaims, clearly wounded by the jab.

You smile, biting back a laugh. "Thank...thank you for the compliment. Itadori is a really good friend, I'm very glad I have him in my life." you say sincerely, your chest warming at the thought. You truly couldn't be more grateful that you bumped into him that day. You glance at his grandad and continue, hoping to shift the conversation in Yuji's favour. "He also goes out of his way to make everyone feel included in the club. He's always looking out for others." You shoot Yuji a small, reassuring smile, hoping your words ease the tension. It's the least you can do, and hopefully his grandad will ease up on him, even if just a little.

"I like this girl," Itadori's grandad says with a rare smile.

Both you and Itadori freeze, staring at him in pure shock. Did he just... smile? You weren't even sure he was capable of that.

Itadori blinks at his grandfather as if he's witnessing something impossible. "Wait—did you just—? Did you actually just smile?" he asks, completely dumbfounded.

You can't help but grin, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. "Well, I'm honored, Mr. Itadori," you say playfully, glancing at Yuji, whose expression is still stuck somewhere between disbelief and mild betrayal.

The next morning rolls around, and you trudge your way downstairs to the kitchen, still groggy from sleep. The scent of something warm and sweet fills the air, guiding you toward the familiar scene of your mum cooking breakfast.

You're still not entirely used to calling her your mum, but there's a comforting sense of familiarity in it, one you're thankful for.

"Good morning, dear," she says with a warm smile, placing a stack of pancakes onto your plate.

You return her greeting, picking up your fork and digging in, the soft, fluffy pancakes melting in your mouth. Just as you take another bite, your phone buzzes beside you. You glance at the screen, and the moment you see Itadori's name, a smile tugs at your lips.

"Hey mum is it okay if a friend of mine comes round before I head to collage?" you ask as you continue to eat your pancakes.

"Sure sweetie," she replies softly.

Itadori >⩊<

yeah you can come round!

I'll send you my address

Yay!

I have something cool to show you

I think the other two are gonna freak over this

[sent image]

Your chest rises unevenly as your eyes take in the photo Itadori sent you. Panic begins to unfold in the pit of your stomach, and suddenly, your carefree moments with him feel fragile. The weight of the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. You swallow hard, the feeling of dread creeping in.

Shit, he's found Sukuna's finger.

You pace around your room anxiously, your mind racing as you wait for Itadori's arrival. The very thought of Sukuna's finger being anywhere near your home makes your stomach churn, but what are you supposed to say? Sorry, Itadori, you can't bring that thing in here because it's literally a severed finger belonging to the King of Curses? Yeah, that would go over well.

Shit. 

Maybe you should just text him and say you're not feeling well. Yeah, that's a good excuse, right? A perfectly valid reason to cancel—no suspicion, no awkward questions.

You grab your phone, your fingers hovering over his name, but before you can even press it—

Ding.

The front doorbell rings.

Your breath catches.

Too late.

You cautiously walk down the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. As you reach the door and pull it open, you're met with the sight of Itadori—his usual happy, carefree self. But beneath that bright smile, you can feel it.

A lingering dread seeps into your bones, an invisible weight pressing down on you. It's like the air itself has thickened, making it harder to breathe. Your soul feels like it's being stretched, pulled toward something dark and twisted. The presence of him—Sukuna. You force a smile onto your lips, trying to act normal, but your heart feels like it's forgotten how to beat.

You greet Itadori and step aside to let him in. He walks into the kitchen, where your mum sits at the table, a cigarette lazily balanced between her fingers. The moment he spots her, he bows politely.

"Hello, Mrs. L/N. I'm Yuji Itadori. I'm friends with your daughter. It's nice to meet you," he says, his usual cheerful tone ringing out.

Your mum's lips curl into a smile as she stands and walks over to him. "Oh my, what a handsome young boy," she coos, reaching out to grab his cheeks.

You groan, already regretting this. "Mum, seriously?"

But it's too late. Itadori's face turns bright red, his eyes widening in pure embarrassment. It's the first time you've ever seen him blush, and for some reason, that just makes it even worse.

"Aww, but look how adorable he is!" your mum coos again, absolutely delighted by the sight of Itadori's flushed face. Then, as if she hadn't embarrassed you enough, she grins mischievously and adds, "You better snatch him up before some other girl takes him." Your entire body tenses, and before you can stop it, your face burns just as red as Itadori's.

"Mum!" you exclaim, mortified. Without another word, you grab Itadori's arm and drag him upstairs, desperate to escape her teasing. He stumbles slightly but follows without resistance, still flustered from the unexpected attention.

"God, so embarrassing," you mutter under your breath as you step into your bedroom. You shut the door behind you, sighing heavily while trying to shake off the feeling. "Sorry about that," you laugh, scratching the back of your neck.

Itadori chuckles, waving his hands dismissively. "Nah, it's fine! Your mum's funny," he says, still a little flustered.

As you watch him, you notice the way his eyes wander around your room, taking in the drawings plastered across the walls. His expression shifts—curiosity turning into something softer, more appreciative.

"Did you draw all of these?" he asks, his eyes glistening with admiration. He steps closer to one of the pieces, studying the details with genuine interest.

His reaction makes your chest warm. "Yeah," you admit, a little shy under his gaze. "I've been drawing for as long as I can remember."

"These are freaking amazing," he exclaims. Your face heats up instantly, the familiar warmth creeping up your neck. Great, just when you thought you had recovered from the earlier embarrassment.

"You really think so?" you mumble, suddenly feeling shy under his praise.

"Of course!" He turns to you with an excited grin. "You've got real talent, L/N. These look like something straight out of a pro's portfolio!" You bite your lip, trying to fight the growing smile on your face. His enthusiasm is contagious, and despite your flustered state, you can't help but feel proud.

He then slumps onto your bed and casually pulls out a small box. The moment you see it, the joyful sensation you felt just seconds ago vanishes instantly. Every bone in your body tenses.

"So, I found this last night," Itadori says, his voice laced with excitement. "And I thought, yep, this is something Sasaki would love. Doesn't it feel very occult-like?" He shakes the box carelessly, completely unaware of the dangers that lie within it.

Meanwhile, you take a step back. No—several steps back. You can sense it. The unnatural energy seeping from inside. It feels like you're standing on the edge of your life, one wrong move, and your heart would be ripped from your chest. Even though it's just his finger, a primal, animalistic tendency radiates from it. It's as if you're being watched, hunted, every second stretched thin with the tension of an apex predator waiting for its prey to make a mistake, to take the bait.

The presence of Sukuna isn't just felt—it's known. A cold, calculating force that gnaws at your every instinct, telling you that any moment could be your last. Even though it's just a fragment, a single piece of him, you can feel the darkness, the sheer malice, leaking through. You're no longer just in the presence of an object; you're in the presence of a monster, one that can reach out from the shadows at any time and tear everything apart.

Itadori looks at you with concern, his brows furrowing as he tries to understand what's happening. He doesn't get it. He doesn't see what you see. He doesn't understand why you're backing away, why your lips are trembling, why sweat is dripping down your face.

To him, it's just a box. A thing he found in some old thermometer shed. A harmless object.

"L/N? What's going on?" he asks, his voice gentle but laced with confusion. But you can't answer. Your body is frozen, paralyzed by the overwhelming presence of the cursed energy that's seeping from that damn box. You can't move. You can't speak. Hell, you can't even think straight in this moment.

Itadori notices your lack of response, his face shifting from confusion to worry. He looks down at the box, then back at you, still not fully understanding. His hands tense, and he shoves the box back into his pocket with a deep frown.

"Alright... I'll put it away," he says quietly, the concern in his voice unmistakable. As the box leaves your sight, a sudden wave of calmness washes over you, as though the suffocating pressure that had gripped your chest is finally easing. You can breathe again, the air feeling slightly less oppressive, the darkness retreating into the corners of your mind.

Your knees buckle beneath you, and you barely catch yourself. Your body, which had been frozen in place, finally gives in to its instincts. The tension that had held you captive slips away, leaving you trembling. Your heart still pounds in your chest, but the sharp, crushing terror has lessened, allowing you to regain some sense of control.

If a finger causes this much terror, you can't even begin to imagine what it will feel like when Sukuna regains his full strength.

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Be my cure

summary : Megumi always watches you from a distance and little does he know, you watch him too

Megumi x gn/Reader Warnings - fluff core Word Count 772

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Megumi never understood why his pulse quickened and his palms grew clammy whenever you were near. At first, he assumed he was coming down with something, maybe eating Yuji's cooking wasn't the best idea. But then he started noticing it more.

He would catch himself staring at you whenever you walked into a room; laughing with Yuji and Nobara, training with Gojo, or simply existing in his space. His eyes lingered longer than they should. The way your hair swayed in the wind. The dimples that deepened when you smiled. The shimmer in your eyes when you looked up at him.

And that's when it hit him.

This wasn't just some passing reaction. It was you. 

You were the reason his heart pounded in his chest. The cause of his breath hitching. The reason he had to stop himself from grinning like an idiot whenever you made a sly comment. His body reacted instinctively, wanting to pull you close, to hold you. His lips tingled with the temptation to kiss you.

Megumi had never been good at dealing with emotions, never knew how to, and up until now, never wanted to. But in this moment, alone with you, watching the sun dip into a breath taking swirl of orange and red, he feels it all.

You had asked for extra training, and with Gojo away, you turned to him.

"Thanks again Megs. I hope it wasn't a bother," you sigh, swiping away the lingering sweat on your forehead.

"No... it's okay. I don't mind," Megumi says, his voice so soft and low that you barely notice he replied at all. You both sat in comfortable silence, listening to the birds sing themselves to sleep, the rustling of leaves drifting across the ground, and the quiet, steady breaths you both let out.

"You know," you pause, letting the air carry your voice, "we never hang out. Just the two of us."

You turn to face him, taking in every detail. The way his brows knit together, the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he fights a smile, the faint hitch in his breath when he realizes you're watching him. If you didn't know better, you'd see Megumi as unreadable, too stoic to show emotion. But you do know better.

Ever since you met him, you’ve studied his movements, learned his tells. And after these past few months, you’ve come to a conclusion that Megumi has a soft spot for you.

You noticed how he would take the longer route just so you’d pass by the shops you always talked about. How he made sure you had eaten that day, and if you hadn’t, he’d casually suggest to Gojo that you all should go out, to your favourite restaurant, no less. Or how his hand would linger on yours just a little longer than usual when he passes you something.

And if you were being honest…

You had a soft spot for him too.

"We are now," he says nonchalantly, but the heat creeping up his neck betrays him.

"You know what I mean," you chuckle softly, letting your gaze stay on him for a moment before turning back to the sunset. "It’s peaceful here." You close your eyes, inhaling deeply as the cool evening air fills your lungs.

Megumi stares.

An overwhelming feeling rises in his chest, tightening his throat. He doesn’t understand how someone can be this beautiful. The sound of your voice. The colour of your eyes, shining brilliantly against your skin. Even the way you say his name.

In a world full of pain and despair, he can’t fathom how someone as pure as you ended up tangled in it all, let alone how he was lucky enough to have met you.

"It is," he replies softly, though his eyes remain fixed on you. Seconds pass, each one stretching longer as Megumi tries to gather the courage to say something—anything. 

"We should…" He curses himself internally. Normally, he knows what to say, what to do. But you make his mind swirl. "Hang out, I mean," he finally stumbles over his words, and the sight of your smile only makes his heart race faster.

You turn to face him again, eyes beaming. "You’re really cute when you’re nervous."

The warmth brewing at his neck rushes up to his face, flooding all the way to the tips of his ears.

You gently graze your fingers against his, letting the moment settle between you—hearts pounding, heads spinning.

And then, finally, he does something he never lets himself do.

He grips your hand in his, holding onto the feeling, and allows himself to smile.

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite to it, only the quiet surrender of a boy hopelessly and completely in love.

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter Three - Friends?

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Shocked is an understatement for what you're feeling right now. Surprised? Confused? Completely and utterly losing your mind? Being face-to-face with a fictional character, Yuji Itadori, in the middle of your college campus was not on your bingo card for today.

But there's no denying it. It's him.

His hair, a tousled mess of pinkish-blond, spiked in a way that looks both effortless and a little chaotic, just like him. His golden-brown eyes, warm and kind, hold a hint of concern as he looks down at you.

You're speechless.

"Are... are you okay?" His voice, filled with genuine worry, pulls you in further. To be honest? You kind of just want to stay here, lying on the ground, staring up at his ridiculously pretty face. "Oh god, you're not in shock, are you?!" Panic rises in his voice as he gently lifts your head, checking you over with concern.

Your inner self is screaming.

Yuji Itadori is touching me.

OMG. OMG. OMG.

Your brain finally kicks back into gear, and you scramble to your feet, nearly tripping over yourself in the process. "I'm okay! I'm so sorry for bumping into you!" you stutter, waving your hands frantically.

But let's be honest—that last part is a blatant lie. Because, really, how many fangirls can say they've literally run into Yuji freaking Itadori?

He laughs, shaking his head. God, even his laugh is beautiful. "No, no, it's okay! I should be apologizing too," he says with a bright smile, radiating warmth and kindness like the literal sun.

You swear, he's even more perfect in real life.

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" His golden-brown eyes search yours, his concern undeniably sincere.

You nod. Way too much. "I'm perfectly fine!" you blurt out, smiling like an idiot as your head bobs up and down like a broken toy.

Smooth. Real smooth. Even in your dreams, you're still a socially awkward person.

"I'm glad! I'm Itadori Yuji," he says, bowing his head politely.

"Nice to meet you, Itadori. I'm L/N Y/N," you respond, mirroring his bow. Inside, though? You're giggling like a little kid.

But then it clicks. If Yuji Itadori is here, then that thing you saw earlier... it must have been a curse spirit.

And now that you think about it, this whole situation reminds you of something you read on anime forums: isekai. When someone is transported into another world, usually a fantasy or an alternate reality. But something still isn't sitting right. In Jujutsu Kaisen, Yuji starts out in high school before consuming Sukuna's finger and transferring to Jujutsu Tech.

But this? This is your college.

If you really have been isekai'd into the Jujutsu Kaisen universe... why is your reality mixed into it?

"Nice to meet you, L/N!" he says with a grin. "Hey, I don't think I've seen you around campus before. What department are you in?" His smile widens, and you feel your heart practically melt. Is this really happening? Itadori Yuji is actually talking to you? Whatever this is—dream, delusion, or some wild isekai situation—when you get home to your reality, you're bragging to everyone on the JJK forums.

"Oh, um... I'm in the art department," you manage to stammer. Come on, Y/N, get a grip! This might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to talk to your favorite character, and you're totally fumbling it.

"That's awesome! You should definitely draw me!" He strikes a dramatic pose, and you can't help but laugh at the sight.

"Y-Yeah... I'd like that," you say, your face and body burning up like you're about to combust.

"Great! I'll hold you to that," his smile never leaves as he claps his hands together. "It was nice bumping into you. See you around!"

He gives a small bow before turning to walk away, leaving you standing there, completely dazed. Your heart is still lodged in your throat as you manage a weak wave goodbye, watching him disappear into the crowd.

You leave the campus, still feeling completely dazed. Your mind is a mess, replaying the conversation over and over again. This is all too much for you to handle. But just as you step onto the street, a new wave of anxiety crashes over you. This... isn't your town. The streets are unfamiliar. The buildings, the signs, it's all different. Your heart starts pounding again, but this time, it's not from excitement.

What the hell is going on?

Mum ♡

Hey can you come pick me up from collage?

Sure thing! Are you okay? 

Yeah! Just feeling overwhelmed again 

Okay hun. I'll be there soon

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The car ride home is awkward, to say the least. Your mom looks like your mom—same face, same voice, but something feels... off. You can't quite put your finger on it. You turn to look out the window, searching for anything familiar, but everything outside feels wrong. The streets, the buildings—just slightly different, like a distorted reflection of what you know. Your breath catches when you finally pull up to your house. At least that looks the same.

The moment you step inside, you head straight to your room. Thankfully, it's exactly as you left it; your bed, your desk, even the scattered drawings covering your walls and floor. Every detail is in place, down to the last sketch. The familiarity soothes the tension in your chest, and for the first time since the incident in class, you let yourself relax.

But you can't rest yet.

You sit at your desk, open your laptop, and take a deep breath. There's a lot you need to research.

Your solution was simple: sleep. Sleep away this disoriented day and, hopefully, wake up back on the bus, like none of this ever happened. That plan quickly falls apart when you find yourself cursing under your breath, trudging toward campus. Turns out, sleep wasn't the answer to this complicated situation. Even with your phone in hand, guiding you to your college, it takes a while to make sense of your surroundings. Everything feels slightly off, yet eerily familiar.

Then everything clicks into place when you see a sign. Sendai City. The same city where Itadori Yuji lives in the anime. You quickly pull up your phone's calendar and check the date, chiding yourself for not doing this sooner. The year is... 2018?! The last time you checked, it was 2025.

Holy shit.

Does this mean you've actually isekai'd into your all-time favorite anime series? As much as you're thrilled, like any fangirl would be, the reality begins to settle in. If you're really here, then that incident on the bus must have truly happened.

Your mum...

A wave of sorrow sinks in. You'll never get to see her again. What's even worse, she's probably mourning you right now. A tear slips down your cheek, and a quiet sob escapes your mouth, the weight of it all finally hitting you. You sit down on a bench right outside your college, completely consumed by grief, unaware of anything around you. You let the tears flow, trying to process everything, when suddenly, a cheerful voice cuts through your thoughts.

"L/N, right?!" You look up, startled, and there he is, Itadori, smiling brightly as if nothing's wrong, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. It takes him a moment to read your expression, and when he does, a sudden wave of panic washes over his face. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

He rushes over to you, gently placing a hand on your back and giving it a soft tap. Your face burns hot, and you feel a new shade of red spread across your cheeks. Not only is this the second time he's seen you like this, but also by the fact that you can feel the warmth of his hand resting so gently on your back. You wipe your tears and try to compose yourself, holding onto the last bit of dignity you have left.

"Yes, yes," you sniffle, hoping there aren't any boogers running down your face. God, you really hope not. "Just a bit of an overwhelming morning."

You turn to him and force a smile, trying to brighten the mood—not just for him, but mostly for yourself. Even though the harsh reality is right in front of you, you can't afford to just sit here and mope. If you've truly isekai'd into this world, then you need to figure out why. What's your purpose in all of this? He nods in understanding and gently lifts his hand away from you. You feel a pang of longing deep inside, wishing he could stay like that all day.

"I understand that," he says softly. "Sometimes I feel the same way, especially knowing I'm the only one looking after my grandad." He sighs with a sympathetic smile.

That's right, his grandad is still alive. You wonder how long it will be before the canon events of Jujutsu Kaisen take place. Whenever that moment comes, you have this dreadful feeling that you need to stay far away from it. You don't know what your presence will do in this world, but the more you think about it, the more you realize that you've already caused changes.

Like this college.

In your world, you didn't live in Sendai City. This was your college from your hometown. And in the canon, Itadori goes to high school, not college. So something must've shifted in this alternate universe to take things in a different direction, one where the events unfold after high school.

"I'm sorry to hear that," you say gently, offering him your sincere regards. "But at least you're doing something." You brighten up your face, hoping you can give him the same warmth he's been giving you. He returns the smile, his eyes softening.

"Yeah!" he says enthusiastically. "I do love him, he's my only family member, but he can be a real pain in my ass," he chuckles. The sound of his laughter sends a wave of giddiness through you, and you nearly lose your breath. So cute.

"Ah, sorry," he scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. "I'm just dumping my whole life on you."

"It's okay, I don't mind," your grin spreads wider. Little does he know, you basically know everything about him. Which, when you stop to think about it, is kind of creepy. And he definitely wouldn't be this happy around you if he knew how many figurines of him you have lined up on your bookshelf back in your world. You both sit there in comfortable silence for a bit before Itadori suddenly perks up.

"Oh! I just had a great idea!" he exclaims, practically leaping into the air.

You know you keep saying this, but seriously, he is adorable.

"Why don't you come with me to our club for lunch?" He giggles like a child, swinging his arms excitedly.

You tilt your head, pretending to be curious. "What kind of club?" Of course, you already know the answer. He's talking about the Occult Club, run by Sasaki Setsuko and Iguchi Takeshi. The very club that unknowingly sets everything into motion in the original story.

"It's called the occult club."

And that's how you ended up walking into a small room during lunch break with Itadori.

Sasaki Setsuko and Iguchi Takeshi are already seated at the table, hunched over a worn-out Ouija board, completely focused.

"Hey, guys!" Yuji beams, dropping into an open chair with his usual energy. "I hope it's okay, but I brought my friend with me. Her name is L/N Y/N." That's when your brain completely short-circuits.

Did he just call me his friend?

Inside, you explode with butterflies and pure happiness. A friend! You were just called a friend for the first time, and it came from your favorite character. They both wave at you and introduce themselves with polite bows, which you quickly mimic.

"Are you here to join the club?!" Sasaki eagerly blurts out, leaning forward with excitement.

Iguchi lets out a long, exhausted sigh, clearly used to her trying to recruit just about anyone who walks through the door. You can't help but smile. Even though the setting is different, this isn't the same high school from the anime, the canon events still seem to be falling into place.

"Come on, Sasaki," Itadori laughs. "She just walked through the door."

He pulls out his bento, and you nervously sit beside him, doing the same.

"I'm not sure I'd be of any use," you finally say, glancing toward the Ouija board.

Would joining the club disrupt the story? As much as you'd love to, you hesitate. Back in your world, you never really made friends, you were a bit of a loner, and for the longest time, you were fine with that. Maybe you were just ignorant of what you were missing, unaware of the benefits of socializing. But now...

Sasaki scoffs. "Of course you'd be useful! We need an extra hand solving the mysteries of this college. Besides, it'd be nice to have another girl in the group. I'm tired of being surrounded by boys." She sighs dramatically at the last part, making the boys whimper in protest. You can't help but laugh.

"I guess I'll think about it," you say with a small smile before taking a bite of your food.

Eventually, Iguchi sighs and moves the Ouija board aside, clearing space for everyone to eat. The conversation flows easily between them, filled with laughter and casual banter, and for the first time since arriving in this strange new reality, you feel... normal.

And that's how you spent your lunch in your new reality.

Honestly, you could get used to this.

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter Two - Insanity

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Need to breathe.

 Need air.

Breathe y/n...breathe.

Gasping, you shoot your head up from the desk. Your eyes are wide, erratic, darting around the room as your mind struggles to catch up. Your chest rises and falls at an uneven pace, your lungs trying, and failing, to pull in enough air. The panic still clings to you, the weight of something wrong pressing against your ribs.

Then, hushed whispers filter through the haze. A blurred, empathetic face leans in closer.

"L/N? Are you alright?" You recognize the voice. Blinking rapidly, your vision sharpens—it's your form teacher.

Reality sinks in. Your brain sluggishly registers the truth.

You're in class. You're at your desk.

You didn't just die in a collision.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

"Sorry, I must have fallen asleep," you say with a sheepish smile, forcing your breathing to steady. The panic and fear gripping you moments ago quickly morph into pure embarrassment as you feel every pair of eyes in the room locked onto you. You don't blame them, you must look like a complete lunatic.

Luckily, the bell rings, saving you from further humiliation. You don't hesitate. The second it sounds, you bolt out of the room. As you rush down the hallway, you shake your head, trying to piece together what just happened. It had to be a dream... right?

But it felt too real.

Was it lucid dreaming?

You don't know.

Still lost in thought, you push open the bathroom door and step toward the sink. The cold water splashes against your face, shocking your system, grounding you. You force yourself to remember.

How did you even get to school today? What day is today?

You splash more water on your face and take a deep breath. Breathe.

1... 2... 3... 4...

Your breath evens out, and your lungs finally stop feeling like they're shrinking. You take a few more moments to steady yourself before heading out to the college courtyard.

Sliding onto your usual bench, you take in the familiar scene before you. A group of girls giggles amongst themselves on the opposite bench. Another group blasts music obnoxiously loud while a teacher yells at them to turn it down. Just beyond them, the football jocks tear across the massive field, practicing their drills. Everything is normal. Everything is in order.

You exhale, reaching for your books...

Then you feel it.

Heavy and unnatural. A presence that presses against your body, sinking into your skin like damp, clinging fog. It's like wading through murky water, knowing something unseen lurks just beneath the surface. A deep, gnawing unease twists in your stomach, a silent primal warning. Your instincts register the threat before your mind can.

It's the kind of fear that doesn't scream, it whispers, slow and insidious.

The air shifts. A biting chill spreads through your limbs, yet sweat beads on your brow from the sheer, crushing weight of something lingering nearby. Your gaze drifts toward the spot where the feeling is strongest. There you see it.

A grotesque creature hovers over a person, its slimy body glistening as thick droplets of viscous liquid drip from its wrinkled, almost translucent skin. But its mouth, God, its mouth, is massive, stretched impossibly wide, jagged teeth jutting out at odd angles, some broken, others needle-sharp, all slick with saliva that dribbles in thick strands. Its beady, pupil-less eyes roll aimlessly, its form twitching and convulsing mid-air as if struggling to hold itself together. Then, without warning, it lets out a gurgling, high-pitched screech that sends a chill up your spine.

Yet no one reacts.

The people around it go about their day, completely oblivious, as if the disgusting, flying thing isn't practically mocking them with its existence.

You stand up abruptly.

Maybe you're still dreaming. Maybe you're still on the bus, and you're just drooling against the window, heading toward your shift. That's it. None of this is real. You squeeze your eyes shut and pinch yourself, hard.

When you open them, you're still here. Still staring at that thing.

You rack your brain, trying to remember something, anything, that could help. Lucid dreaming. You think you read somewhere that if you're aware you're in a dream, you can summon a door to escape back to reality.

It's worth a shot.

You focus with everything you have, willing a door, any door, to appear. You picture it in your mind, visualize the handle, the frame, the feeling of pushing it open...

Nothing. Not even a flicker.

You let out a frustrated sigh. You run your hands across your face, trying to ground yourself. If this isn't real, if this is just a dream, then technically, that thing can't hurt you.

So you walk. Not confidently. Fear still grips you, sinking its claws into your chest, but you move forward anyway. As you approach, the creature snaps its disgusting head toward you and lets out another distorted, ear-piercing screech.

"God, I feel like shit," the girl beneath it groans, rubbing her temples. "I thought I might be sick, but the doctors say I'm completely fine."

"Could be stress," her friend replies casually, as if a nightmarish, drooling thing isn't hovering inches above them.

You halt right in front of the group. The girls notice you now, their gazes shifting with mild confusion. But the creature? It doesn't look happy to see you. Suddenly it lunges, its jagged teeth barking, its slimy body jerking toward you with unnatural speed. You scream, instinct taking over as you throw your arms up to shield your face. Even if this is a dream, the sheer terror you feel is real. Your breath shudders, panic surging through you like wildfire, and before you know it, tears are streaming down your face.

"Please." The word spills from your lips in a broken whisper, a desperate plea to wake up, to break free from this god-awful nightmare.

And then...

You feel it.

Something deep within you cracks wide open, and a surge of overwhelming power floods your body. Your muscles tense as a sudden wave of heat rushes through your veins, burning yet impossibly cold at the same time, like a live wire sparking beneath your skin. Your limbs feel both weightless and unbearably heavy, as though gravity itself is shifting, struggling to contain the raw energy now pouring out of you.

The air trembles. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. And for the first time, something inside you wakes up.

Your body unravels through reality, like threads of yarn woven through the very air itself. The strands glide effortlessly toward the creature, winding around it with precision. It struggles, but the threads tighten, locking it in place. Its movements freeze, and in a final, futile screech, it dissolves into nothingness. The sound fades, replaced by the eerie hum of confused whispers rippling through the group of girls.

You force yourself to look up. The creature is gone. Vanished. It's as if it never existed, swallowed by the very fabric of reality itself.

Heat rushes to your face, and you suddenly become hyper-aware of the girls standing before you. Their wide eyes stare at you with fear and disbelief. The whispers grow louder, though you can't make out the words. They don't matter. Humiliation floods you. You feel their gazes like a weight on your chest. Without thinking, you turn on your heel and flee, the echo of their stunned silence following you like a shadow.

You are going fucking insane.

The only thought screaming in your head is get home. You've caused enough of a scene today; if you stay any longer, embarrassment alone will be the death of you. Your mind is so tangled in the mortification of it all that you don't even realize you're not paying attention to where you're going...

Until you slam straight into something solid. The impact knocks you flat onto your back, pain blooming in your skull as you hit the pavement.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" A boy's voice rushes out, genuinely apologetic.

Dazed, you blink your eyes open.

What the fuck.

YUJI ITADORI?!

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I really hope you enjoy.

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set as second person but the italics will be in first person as its y/n thoughts

Here are the content warning

WARNING 18+ NO MINORS

All characters are aged up to 19, except gojo and the rest of the teachers.

Violence

Swearing

Gore S

MUT. hehe

Updates My schedule will be a chapter a week (that's my goal anyway) 

inspired by otherworldy attraction by Kikyo851. I honestly love that book so much please go check it out if you haven't.

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Chapter One - Mundane life

Word count - 712

I want you to stay Til I'm in the grave, Til I rot away, dead and buried.

Music hums through your headphones as your legs move on autopilot, carrying you toward another day at your mundane part-time job.

Beep.

Your phone vibrates in your hand as you scan your pass for the bus. Slumping into a seat, you rest your head against the window, watching the world blur past. Your mind drifts, weaving fantasies far more exciting than your reality.

Through the pulse of the music, you see yourself, a Jujutsu sorcerer, standing beside Yuji Itadori. A cursed spirit lunges, and Yuji's fist ignites with cursed energy, crackling through the air in a brilliant black flash. You push off the ground, twisting mid-air before landing a devastating blow on the curse. The scene shifts. Now, you're in the dorms with Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji. Laughter fills the air as you belt out off-key songs just to irritate Megumi. His scowl only makes you sing louder. A faint smile tugs at your lips as you sink deeper into your daydream.

"Just let me on."

Your daydream is abruptly shattered by the sharp voice of a woman, seething at the bus driver. You try to ignore it, letting your eyes drift back to the scenery outside. But then, you feel the seat beside you sink.

Instinctively, your gaze flickers to your side.

It's her, the same woman who had all but cursed the driver moments ago. Now, she sits slouched next to you, an eerie smile stretching across her face. She wears a dark navy dress that clings to her wrists and ankles, the fabric heavy and stiff. A long scarf coils around her neck and drapes over her hair, concealing all but her unsettling grin.

Creepy ass lady.

You glance around the bus, completely empty. Yet, out of all the available seats, she chose the one right next to you. A shiver crawls up your spine. You force yourself to look away, pretending you don't feel the weight of her presence pressing against you.

Tap. Tap.

A long, wrinkled finger pokes at your arm. You shift away, squeezing your eyes shut, willing the discomfort in your gut to disappear. But the air around you feels different—thick, suffocating. It clings to your skin, making every breath feel like you're inhaling something heavy.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The prodding turns erratic. Each jab sends a new wave of unease crawling under your skin.

You rip off your headphones and turn to glare at her.

She just smiles.

What the fuck.

"Can I help you?" Your voice is sharp, cutting through the thick air between you. You're not a social person, and having to interact with this deranged woman is already pushing you to the edge. She giggles, a scratchy, grating sound that makes your ears feel like they might bleed.

"What a boring life you have, dear." Her voice slithers through the air, wrapping around you like a noose. Your eyes widen in pure confusion.

"What?" That's all you manage to say. This lady is obviously batshit crazy. You wouldn't be surprised if she had just escaped from a mental hospital. She leans in closer, her aura intoxicating your nostrils. Then the smell hits. It smells like...death? You've never smelled death before, but if you had to guess, this would be it. Your nose scrunches in disgust.

"Aren't you tired of it? Waking up. Putting on the same clothes for college. Then heading to that part-time job that does nothing to fulfil you?" Her voice creeps through the air, smooth yet grating. She isn't just making guesses, she's describing your life exactly. Your breath shifts, uneven now, as you stare at this random old woman. "Don't you want more in life, Y/N L/N?"

Your stomach twists.

Fear was already lingering beneath your skin, but hearing your full name come out of her mouth? It spikes into full-blown terror.

"How do you—"

She cuts you off before you can even finish.

"We should end this mundane life of yours, shall we, dear?" Her bony hands clap together, and her lips stretch into an inhuman grin, wider than they should be. Before you can escape from this senile woman, the bus driver's frantic scream cuts through the air...

"GET DOWN!"

Then, impact.

A violent force slams into the bus, hurling you sideways. Your head smashes against the window, pain exploding through your skull.

The world tilts. Sounds blur.

And then...

Blackness.

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A story about a girl whose life takes an unexpected turn after a fateful encounter with a suspicious old woman. At first, Y/N thinks nothing of it—just a strange moment in an otherwise ordinary day. But when the woman shuts the door on her mundane reality, she’s suddenly shoved through another—one that leads to a world she never imagined stepping into.

A world of sorcery and cursed spirits.

Getting isekai’d was definitely not on her 2025 bingo card, yet here she is, thrown into the very universe she once only dreamed about. But what she doesn’t realize yet is that her presence will shift everything she thought she knew—altering not just her fate, but the fate of the character she loves.

So, what happens when a fan is suddenly living in the story they love?

She’s about to discover just how real this new world can get.

PLEASE READ!!!! Characters will be aged up to 19, except gojo and the rest of the teachers. Mature book so no minors. set as second person but the italics will be in first person as its y/n thoughts

inspired by otherworldy attraction by Kikyo851. I honestly love that book so much please go check it out if you haven't.

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Chapter 1 - Mundane life Chapter 2 - Insanity Chapter 3 - Friend? Chapter 4 - And so it begins Chapter 5 - Forcefully participating Chapter 6 - Hunger Chapter 7 -'Fascinating little creature' Chapter 8 - Goodbyes for now Chapter 9 - New students

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Last updated 6 April 2025

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Chapter Two - Up The Hill

The market was the most lively area in Vila Cantorum. It thrums with vibrant energy, sounds and scents that awaken the senses. Stalls stocked with bright rainbow colours of fresh fruits and vegetables—glossy red tomatoes, sun-kissed oranges, and leafy greens—while artisans proudly showcase their handcrafted wares, from intricately woven baskets to colourful ceramics that reflect the local culture. The air is saturated with the enticing aromas of street food, as sizzling skewers and fragrant pastries lure in hungry pass-byers, their delicious scents intertwining to create a rich culinary story.

"Freshly caught fish for sale".

"Good morning! Fresh fruits and veggies, right from the farm! Come and take a look!"

"Check out these unique pieces, all handcrafted with love! Perfect for gifts or a little treat for yourself!"

The straw hat boy dashed into the bustling market, his eyes wide with excitement and a grin stretching from ear to ear as the vibrant atmosphere enveloped him. "Whoa! Look at all the food!" he exclaimed, inhaling the mouth watering scents from the fish stall. One scent in particular seduced his nose with its intoxicatingly smoky yet umami aroma. He dashed towards the stand that beckoned his name. There before him lay mystical arrays of sticky skewered meats grilling over an open flame. The hints of new unrecognised spices culminated in unison, tickling his nostrils. "Meattttttttt" his mouth drools and belly yearns for just one taste.

"Luffy!" a voice yelled but the boy was too absorbed by this heavenly treat. "Luffyyyy!"the voice rang again but to his surprise a force of a heavy weight collides to the boys head. Stood tall beside him was a woman with vibrant orange hair that glistens in the sunlight and large brown eyes that convey her intelligence and determination. Luffy scratches his head and groans by the impact that unfortunately was deposited onto him. "How many times do I have to say stop running off"

"But meat" he pouted, pointing at the stall where the man serving was gulping, swallowing hard, trying to mask the fear that took over him.

"I don't care about the meat, we are here to gather resources before heading out" she sighed deeply, pressing her fingertips against her temples as if merely being in Luffy's presence was enough to trigger a headache. "Also" she realised the grip of her fingers. "HOW THE HELL WAS YOU GOING TO PAY!" Frustration boils over her knowing dam well Luffy has not got any money and hoping she wasn't being leeched on again.

A group of children barrelled past them, their joyful screams ringing out as they ran in a chaotic blur of energy. "The demon came out" They all huffed, struggling to catch their breath after the exhausting run down the hill, their chests heaving from the effort. Luffy perked his ears up now intrigued.

"A demon?!" He rushed towards the children, shaking one of them, needing the information to pour out. "Where is the demon?" Pure excitement radiated through his smile. The ginger girl's frustration seems to evolve.

"Ouch...stop shaking me!" The little girl whined. "Just up the hill. But please let goooo!" Luffy's hands slipped from the young girl's shoulders as he turned towards the hill, a quiet giggle escaping him. His mind buzzed with thoughts of a new adventure.

"We are going!" Luffy stands in confidence, while the ginger girl pleads otherwise.

Luffy practically bounds up the cobbled path, his excitement palpable as he anticipates meeting a demon. His curiosity has always been drawn him to the world's oddities. Trailing behind him are a few intriguing figures: a ginger-haired girl whose lips move with muttered curses; a tall blonde man, cigarette dangling between his lips, gawking at her; and a tall man with moss green hair, his three worlds clinking softly at his side, excusing an air of quiet strength.

Back at the cottage, you retreated to your alcove, a dimly lit space cluttered with vials, dried herbs, and pages torn from ancient books. You lean over a well loved workbench, accepting the the embrace of the earthy essence that spills from your bowl. Your hands move deftly, combining ingredients according to the cryptic instructions from an old, leather-bound book, an inheritance passed down to you from an unnamed source. A disappointed groan escaped your lips as the formula you combined showed nothing in response. You were missing something, especially that half of the scribbles in the books margin is written in an ancient text that is beyond your intelligence of understanding.

Lost in contemplation, you nearly missed the sudden outburst of yells echoing from outside. Your hand twitches in frustration at the thought of being interrupted by the children, who had already caused enough trouble today. 'Come back for vengeance,' your thoughts whispered, but as the voices grew louder and more frantic, a wave of fear and urgency spread through you. It quickly became clear—it wasn't the children returning for mischief, but a someone else.

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