#jjk snippets

[voxofthevoid]

JJK Teasers: May 2025

Chapter 7/7 of i can offer you a black-lit paradise

“I can hear you thinking.”

Megumi closes his eyes, more exasperated than surprised. Of course Gojou also woke up.

He turns his head, and there he is, lying on his side facing Megumi. Twin pools of toxic blue irradiate the air between them. At least there’s space—enough to fit a whole third body.

Megumi looks at him for long enough that the world beyond those eyes start to blur, imprisoning him in an azure glow. His thoughts run a mile a minute, always coming back to the same thing.

“Why?”

Gojou blinks, a leisurely sweep of the lashes that lets Megumi free himself. He screws his eyes shut, but the blue lingers.

“You’ll have to be a little clearer, Megumi,” Gojou murmurs.

“No, I don’t,” he says, convinced of its truth. Still, he adds, “Itadori. Me. You did this on purpose.”

A little huff, rancid with amusement. “Are you accusing me of playing matchmaker?”

No. That’s too banal a description for what Gojou did, what he is.

“Why?” Megumi repeats calmly.

“Like I said,” Gojou says, “you’ll have to be clearer.”

Megumi grits his teeth before he does something that Itadori definitely will hear. He drags in a breath, lets it out, and says, “You want him. You have him. Why drag me in?”

Chapter 4/10 of taking the flesh is the only virtue

Hot hands spread him wide open, and the lube falls from Kento’s startled fingers.

“Itadori-kun, what’re you—”

It ends on a strangled shout, torn out of his throat as Itadori licks into him.

His arm gives out from under him, but his knees are steady, ass still raised. It’s kept raised, Itadori’s grip carving fresh bruises into his muscles while he buries his whole face against Kento’s ass. It’s hot, Itadori’s breath and his mouth. Heat lashes at his hole, every stroke of Itadori’s tongue wet and fucking filthy. Sloppy too, more frenzy than finesse, but the same hunger than bruised Kento’s throat is now stirring up his insides, all barbed, biting heat. 

Soft, strangled noises fill the air, and it takes Kento a moment to realize they’re coming from him, louder and harsher than breathy noises bursting open against his hole while Itadori tries to inhale him by the flesh.

“Itadori,” Kento forces out, every syllable scraping his throat. “Itadori, you—”

Itadori stabs his tongue deep, and Kento cuts off with a cry, slamming a hand over his mouth before anything else can escape. The boy eating him out isn’t deterred by the silence, just twisting his tongue inside Kento like he can’t get enough of the taste.

Chapter 7/24 of (this is also part of the story) how the story changes

“Hey, Yuuji, what exactly is your relationship with my counterpart?”

“Satoru’s mine,” Yuuji says without missing a beat.

Satoru looks up at him, digging his chin into Yuuji’s chest. “But are you his?”

“Of course.” Everything from Yuuji’s voice to his expression says that should be obvious. It’s honestly kind of cute.

Still, that means Satoru really needs to ask, “So, does this count as cheating?”

“No. Why would it?” Yuuji just looks more bemused. “You’re Satoru.”

“I’m not your Satoru though.”

“What does it matter?” Yuuji’s arm tightens around him again, but this time, the intent layering it feels…different. “All Satorus are mine.”

Ah.

Satoru allows himself a moment to just close his eyes and breathe.

That shouldn’t be flattering. It sure as shit shouldn’t be reassuring, especially when he’s not even the source of Yuuji’s feelings. But it’s been a damn long time since Satoru’s belonged to someone, since he’s wanted to. He doesn’t know if he wants to even now, but this isn’t his reality—not now, not yet.

It could be.

If his Yuuji wants it, if Satoru lets him, it could be.

And then his mind decides to flip that statement.

“Wait a minute,” Satoru says slowly, dimly aware of his hand stilling on Yuuji’s dick. “Your Satoru wouldn’t happen to feel the same about my Yuuji, would he?”

Chapter 2/14 of the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too)

“I could always kill them again,” Satoru says very mildly.

Yuuji flicks his forehead, nail sharpening into a claw for an extra sting. “The only reason you got away with it last time was because it was only one faction, and they kinda kidnapped me with three fingers still left. No one would support you if you did it now.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Peaceful revolution,” Yuuji says pointedly, “through education. Your words.”

“You underestimate what I’d do for you,” Satoru says, not for the first time. “I’ve been sitting on that finger since two-thousand-eighteen, you know.”

Yuuji’s eyes widen comically; it’s very satisfying. “Satoru, you—”

“I’d have held on to it forever if I had to,” Satoru says. “But those cowardly fossils are getting pretty restless. And it’s not just one faction this time. If I have to listen to them argue about the best time and method to kill you one more time, I really will slaughter the whole lot. And then you’ll be mad at me.”

Yuuji lets out a choked laugh. “That’s the problem here, huh?”

“You being mad at me is always worse than the entire world hating me,” Satoru says, suffocatingly sincere; Yuuji’s mouth trembles silently. “Know what would be even worse?”

“What?” Yuuji murmurs.

“You dying.”

“Satoru…”

“I didn’t bring you here to kill you. And I won’t let anyone else touch you. But you can’t stay here, Yuuji.”

Chapter 15/18 of (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered

“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying. What, exactly, am I supposed to do?”

Satoru like doing this sometimes. Most of the times. He likes hearing Yuuji say things.

Perversely, this is easier than all the things Yuuji had to learn to shape with his mouth to please Satoru.

“Kill me,” he says softly.

Satoru is silent.

He’s silent for so long that Yuuji blinks hot, dry eyes and drags them away from the ceiling, looking carefully at the center of Satoru’s forehead. His hair’s disheveled—a pale, pretty mess that makes Yuuji’s fingers ache. He curls his hands into fists.

A simmering eternity later, Satoru sighs.

Yuuji nearly flinches.

“You need to rest,” Satoru says; he sounds more weary than anything else. “I’ll make you something quick to eat. Go take that shower and then sleep.”

Yuuji watches Satoru turn away from him, leaving the couch to make his way to the kitchen with long, easy strides. There’s not an iota of tension lining his body, and yet, the air is thick with it. Yuuji’s eyes catch on the broad line of his shoulders. It’s thick and strong; Yuuji knows this. They’re strong enough to bear the weight of a world that’s full of monsters and men and men who are monsters.

To bear the weight of lives.

“Satoru,” Yuuji asks, every word a slow, searing horror, “are you in love with me?”

[loveleffie]

Gojo is wearing one of his oversized sweaters, the sleeve of which has slipped down, leaving his left shoulder and part of his collarbone exposed. Geto frowns (they're all in public) and is about to say something when Nanami reaches forward and fixes Gojo's clothes.

Nanami: Why do you have to be so enticing? Geto: Kento-kun! Nanami: What? Geto: Are you sure that's the word you'd use to describe this? Nanami: Um, yes? What else? Geto: How about indecent? Nanami: (thinks about it for all of three seconds) Hm. No, I meant what I said.

[meiliem1619]

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[elliewrites77]

Uncle!Sukuna 6.5

this is not a part 7! this is just a lil snippet to show the day that reader and Yuji had together while Sukuna and Choso were at the mall (in part 6). I hope you enjoy <3

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As soon as Choso and Sukuna pulled away, Yuji rushed into your living room to get started on the finishing touches of his project. You followed with a laugh, joining him on the floor in front of the couch. The poster board was laid out, covered in images of different people.

It had surprised you when you first saw the pictures of you and of Choso on the board, making you tear up when you realized he considered you and your son important to him. You had quickly come to care about the pink haired boy, just as you had his uncle, so you felt honored.

The two of you got to work making the project more "artsy" and adding the last few details about each person presented and why they were there. Yuji's handwriting wasn't the best yet, so you did most of that (all his words though). He was filled with excitement as he told you about what each person meant to him.

When he spoke about his parents, he talked about how his mama made the best cookies, and had the prettiest voice when she sang. He talked about how his dad told the best stories, always coming up with the coolest hero's.

It wasn't the first time you had heard the boy talk about his parents. But it was the first time that you saw his grin dim while he did. You understood, you knew it was hard to handle, especially when he was so young.

"Yuji, honey, I know that things might be...hard right now, and I can't...can't really do anything to make that stop. But I want you to know that no matter what you need, I'm always here. Your uncle and Choso are too. I want you to know that you'll never be alone, okay?" You spoke softly, rubbing his hair fondly.

He was silent for a moment, playing with the glue.

"I know, miss y/n..thank you." He says. The grateful smile he gives you just reminds you how mature he is already. A bittersweet thing, surely.

The conversation quickly turned back to a lighter tone, both of you working together to make the project as presentable and "cool looking" as possible (according to Yuji). You let him take the reigns, watching him cover the white parts of the board in red and blue, smiling as he told you (again) about why Spiderman was the coolest superhero.

As the project comes to a finish and you both move away to let the glue dry, you watch as he stares at the pictures, his young eyes glancing between his parents. You see how sad he looks, and it makes sense. He talks about his family often, so it's not like that's new. But this project gave him the opportunity to hunt for pictures of them, gave him a reason to talk about them even more, to talk about what they mean to him. Now that it was over, you imagined he felt he wouldn't have a reason to do that anymore, not that he actually needed one.

So you stood up, bones cracking as you stretched, and gave him a smile.

"How about we leave that to set so we don't mess anything up, and make some cookies while we wait for Sukuna and Choso to get home?" You suggest. You watch the way his eyes light up at the mention on baking, and he quickly stands and runs towards the kitchen. You chuckled, amused by the fact that he could never sit still.

Following him, you start getting out the things needed to make the cookies, getting enough to make two or three batches. You knew the boys would devour them, and Sukuna would probably sneak a handful too, so you figured it was smart to have plenty. While you did that, Yuji ran off to find a speaker, running in to the kitchen with his signature large grin and placing it on the counter. You connected your phone, giving it to him to pick some music while you started prepping.

Yuji danced around as he 'helped' get the cookies ready, though he did more dancing than anything. Off tune singing, and the smell of cookies being baked filled your kitchen, wide smiles on both of your faces. His excitement didn't wane, even after the first batch was laid out to cool, and the second was in the oven. You admired his energy, though it was hard to keep up. He hardly stopped moving, and if he wasn't singing and dancing around, he was hoping from place to place around the kitchen. You had to keep an eye on him every time he went around the corner of the counter, not wanting him to get near the oven and get hurt. You redirected him by spinning him around, laughing along with him each time he got a little dizzy from it.

You were glad you could give him a moment like this, knowing the six year old needed and deserved to be carefree and happy, to forget about the grief even for a little.

When the second batch is almost ready to be pulled out, you and Yuji are singing along to one of the songs, Yuji pretending to play a drum (which he learned to do from Choso). The sound of footsteps get your attention, and your smile only grows when you see your son.

As the four of you get settled into the evening together, you can't help but hope that you and Choso get to be a part of more of those happy moments, for both Sukuna and Yuji.

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Here's the little snippet of Yuji and reader! Sorry it's short, but since it's just a snippet, I didn't worry about length. I hope you guys like it, and I do plan to do more on the dynamics of reader & yuji, reader & choso, reader & sukuna, and the same with sukuna. lmk what you think, feedback is always appreciated and helps me improve, and Part 7 will be out soon!

barely proof read

[ghost-bxrd]

Scrapped part from the JayTim spite fic that I judged a little too cracky but still wanted to share anyways 😂

[ink-stainedkiss]

okokokok guys i have something brewing in my drafts. Something i have not posted 😥 but ill give you a tiny snippet of what i have and if we like it ill finish the story.

Choso wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position; with you straddling his legs while your hand pumped his hard cock. It was supposed to be a normal study sesh in your dorm. The two of you were assigned a duo project (which Choso obviously freaked out about) and he didn’t expect for you to not only: 1, ask for his number, but 2, text him the next day to meet up at your dorm to work on it.

“shhh Cho, you don’t want the rooms around us to hear how good i’m jerking you off, right?” A pathetic whine pushed past his lips as he shook his head. The knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter, his hefty balls begging for release. As if you’ve trained for this very moment, you applied a small amount of pressure on the underside of his cock, a sensitive area for the man. Choso threw his head back, slamming onto the side of your bed,”Holy s-shit.”

Update: soo a special holiday is coming up aka this friday and it’ll be a perfect time to send this work out along with some other Valentine’s day Speical works!! Stayed tuned❤️

[cuntphoric]

should i finish this 😓 I HATE WORKIGONGMY WIPSAHUIJ KILL ME

[rieamena]

would i be evil if i said i hate that genre of smut that just catapults you straight into the fucking??? like the foreplay before the foreplay is what matters 😕

[voxofthevoid]

Pssht-pssht-ing the Sukunafuckers 👀

When I write Yuuji with the belly mouth (as an inherited feature from Sukuna), it usually involves gratuitous rimming, sloppy blowjobs, and even tongue–throat action.

In contrast, when I write Sukuna with the belly mouth...

Yuuji slides his hand deeper into the mouth on Sukuna’s stomach. It’s big enough that his hand fits with room to spare.

Under his palm, Sukuna’s tongue is a wet, velvet stretch, and it flexes at the touch, growing wetter and maybe also hotter, but there’s no other reaction as Yuuji strokes the length of it, and it’s pure curiosity that has him reaching deeper, trying to find where and how this mouth that shouldn’t exist ends, and instead of anything like a throat, he finds a wall of thick, pulsating flesh as hot as the steaming insides of a gut.

There’s a hollow dip there, between the tongue and the wall. Still not a throat—it’s too flat, too narrow.

Yuuji sticks all four fingers into it.

Sukuna makes a noise against his mouth.

“Huh,” Yuuji says, settling back on his heels to actually look at what he’s doing. He can’t see much at this angle, but maybe if he bends down… “Does that feel good?”

Sukuna says nothing for a very loud moment.

Then— “I should bite your arm off.”

“Kinda surprised you haven’t already,” Yuuji admits.

He backs off a bit, only keeping the arm inside Sukuna in place. Half of his forearm is inside, but the sheer size of the mouth means there’s enough room for him to stick the other arm in too.

He doesn’t, yet.

Instead, he tries to see inside better, but no matter the angle, all he can see is fleshy pink vanishing into some shadowed depths. He can feel what he can’t see, and it’s just more flesh, shaped just like a mouth until it isn’t. He digs his hand a little deeper into that tight dip, only to find it a lot shallower than expected. It can’t even take the full length of his fingers, and when Yuuji wriggles them around, trying to get a feel for the little channel, he quickly learns that there’s not much yield to the flesh there.

From above, there are loud, panting breaths.

And it’s not clear whether it’s pleasure or distress, but he’s pretty sure his arm wouldn’t still be whole if it was distress.

“You do like this,” Yuuji decides.

All four of Sukuna’s arms slam into his body—open-palmed strikes that bloom hot on Yuuji’s hips and shoulders. They squeeze like they’re trying to crush him into a meaty cylinder, but the end result is just a bit of too-rough pressure. Sukuna could do worse. Hell, there are easier ways he could crush Yuuji into pulp.

Yuuji drags his eyes away from that obscenely big mouth, looking up at Sukuna’s face. He finds half-closed eyes and an open mouth, lashes and lips both trembling every time Sukuna breathes.

Sukuna catches him looking and snarls. “Wipe that look off your face.”

Yuuji doesn’t have a clue what expression he’s wearing.

“What’s this feel like?” he asks, rubbing his fingers against the tight channel it’s buried in. It’s slick and scorching, but that’s where the familiarity ends. No other part Yuuji’s stuck his fingers into has felt like this. “How does any of this work?”

“Brat,” Sukuna grits out, “shut up.”

Yuuji sighs. His own fault for expecting Sukuna to be helpful.

He drops to his knees and sticks his other hand into the belly mouth.

And Sukuna let him go—or at least didn’t try all that hard to keep Yuuji in place—but now those hands return, one pair clamping down on Yuuji’s shoulders and the other fisting in his hair. That’s way more hands than anyone needs—too many to hurt with, but also too many to hurt.

Yuuji rolls his shoulders irritably, hissing when Sukuna tightens his grip everywhere. The fingers digging into his shoulders are easy to ignore, but the pull on his scalp is a piercing ache that pulsates in a grating way.

“Calm down, I’m just looking,” Yuuji says. “Not that I can see shit in here. How deep is this thing? Your stomach isn’t that big.”

“Stick your head in,” Sukuna offers, his sneer audible under a paper-thin layer of earnestness. “Make it easy for me.”

Yuuji rolls his eyes and does not stick his head into the cannibal bastard’s belly mouth.

He keeps his arms inside, rooting around. That shallow crevice at the back spans the breadth of the tongue it’s joined to, which means there’s enough space for Yuuji to stick the rest of his fingers inside too. Tight, fleshy resistance greets him.

Sukuna groans.

Yuuji can’t not look up at him, and the hands in his hair tighten like they want to stop him, but they don’t and Yuuji stares straight up at the heavy flush staining Sukuna’s cheeks.

He doesn’t look away as he digs his fingers into that straining flesh, fingers-first.

Sukuna’s eyes roll back, an expression that’s humanlike on only half of them, and they snap back to place the next instant, their red practically glowing with a promise of violence. Yuuji’s never once found this bastard intimidating, but even if he had, he wouldn’t now, not when that glare and the snarl under it are both swallowed by a bright, burning blush.

[nanami-is-nanamean]

meanwhile gojo is all but pouncing on his usually reversed kouhai for being this bold (nanami talking like this is the equivalent of putting your hand on your partners waist and tugging them towards yourself)

Gojo is wearing one of his oversized sweaters, the sleeve of which has slipped down, leaving his left shoulder and part of his collarbone exposed. Geto frowns (they're all in public) and is about to say something when Nanami reaches forward and fixes Gojo's clothes.

Nanami: Why do you have to be so enticing? Geto: Kento-kun! Nanami: What? Geto: Are you sure that's the word you'd use to describe this? Nanami: Um, yes? What else? Geto: How about indecent? Nanami: (thinks about it for all of three seconds) Hm. No, I meant what I said.

[kirishwima]

I've been thinking a lot about scarily possessive Satoru.

Not in a creepy, stalkerish way. More like...Satoru who thinks love's meant to be painful, because that's all he's ever known.

Satoru, and his thoughts of consuming the one he loves because he knows no other surefire way to keep them beside him.

He's so uneasy the moment they step away, he knows they could never be as strong as he is, could not be protected as well as they could beside him, if their body melded into his, and so he bites and nips and laps up the bloodied marks.

You think its his kink or something, but it runs so much deeper. It's his need to keep you as safe as possible yearning to keep you comfortable in his mouth because his fangs are sharper than anyone else's-and so long as you're trapped between his canines, no one will ever even think of stealing you from him.

He'll be careful, he promises-but he's clumsy with love, never knows just how hard to bite down to keep you safe, keep you near, and how much will make you bleed and pull away.

One day you try to teach him love's not about biting at all, it has no use for teeth-what it needs is gentle lips to kiss, hands to interlace, but he just laughs. He's always learnt to hold the things he loves with sharp talons and never let go. All good things leave him if his grip's not tight enough, and you? You're the one, sole thing, he'll never let go. Even if it hurts. Even if it bleeds. Since that's the only way he'll know for sure you're his.

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

teaser for my itafushi fic…………. 👀

[massivementalitynut]

My Broadway Comm of Nanami Kento from @iwanttobeaseme

[cryingoversatosugu]

All the art and posts about satosugu's death anniversary are making me want to write again so here's a drabble about infinity

—

They've just finished a mission when Suguru notices it. As they stand on the sidewalk, waiting for the driver to come pick them up, Satoru keeps rubbing his eyes, and his shoulders are drooping from exhaustion.

“Are you okay?” Suguru asks.

“I'm fine,” Satoru says shortly.

“Satoru,” Suguru chides, because by now he knows how often Satoru works through exhaustion, and how overwhelming his six eyes can be. “Are your eyes hurting again?”

The way Satoru looks away is an answer in on itself.

Suguru steps forward and raises his hand to cover Satoru's eyes, he has done it enough times for it to be a habit now– until Satoru can shut himself in a dark room this is how they make do on long missions.

But when Suguru doesn't feel the flutter of his eyelashes against his palm, he frowns. “You still have infinity on?”

“We're outside,” Satoru argues, and steps away from Suguru’s hand, as if reminded that he's not supposed to have any weaknesses here, exposed like this.

Suguru understands; the school is the safest and he knows that Satoru would prefer to only drop infinity once they've reached back, but sometimes he agrees to drop it once they're in the car.

Suguru would let it be, but it'll still take the driver some time to be here, and Satoru's eyes are already red-rimmed.

“It'll be okay, you don't sense anyone around right?” Suguru tries to convince him. “And I'll protect you.” He flicks his wrist and the rainbow dragon appears. The curse looks gigantic on the sidewalk, but he knows that it'll work best to make Satoru less wary.

Like most of his curses, it's very fond of Satoru, so it huddles around him, nudging his shoulder. Satoru rolls his eyes but isn't completely successful in hiding his smile as he turns to pet it, finally dropping infinity.

Suguru smiles, a little surprised by the sheer relief he feels at that, at seeing the tension in Satoru's shoulders loosen a little.

[persimmonsandcats]

just a little unedited snippet 🩵

[yukinohiko]

reaching out with grabby hands asking for anything you are willing to provide about lotus eater ..

hi mira! I’ve held onto this ask for a bit trying to find the perfect snippet to share — but for you, I’ve scrounged up a good gojo cut scene 🤞🏼

when gojo steps into the luxury ryokan, sliding the door behind him, he’s hit with the heavily perfumed scent of vices. scotch, strawberry.

through the tint of his glasses, he sees you sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat. lips pursed around a pipe, deliberately blowing the smoke in his direction.

“is this your attempt at rebellion?” he says easily, unbothered.

“not really. it’s an attempt at liberation.”

“and how’s that going for you?”

you shrug. the sleeve of the loose robe you wear slides down your shoulder. he stares at the soft curve, sees the bandages around your upper arm.

“come back with me,” he says, smiling. he phrases it like an invitation; blocks the door like an order.

“no,” you say anyway.

“you won’t find any respite here.”

“I won’t find certain death, either.”

he crouches before you, tilts his head so his glasses shift on the bridge of his nose so he can meet your eyes. your pupils are blown, but your gaze is clear.

that’s good, he thinks. you’re cognizant. it might make it easier to reason with you. though, it might make it harder when you inevitably are coherent enough to yell when he manhandles you over his shoulder. then again, he could always warp you both back to tokyo.

as he considers his options, you raise a pastry off one of your dishes. a pink flower, frosting folded into the shape of petals.

“what is that?” he says, senses sharpening as he catches the trace of cursed energy on the sweet. something malignant.

“a treat.”

“a vice.” he knocks it out of your grasp, but not before you’ve already swallowed a bite.

he sees its effect. the cursed energy leaking out of you, staining the hardwood floors. despite the loss of your life force, he sees only the dreamiest expression on your face. a perverse pleasure in such an absurd act.

“I left jujutsu society for a reason,” you say, voice slurring.

“and I’m bringing you back for a reason, too.”