#sukuna snippets

[sessakag]

Sukuna Snippet #2

Sukuna: Hey brat, did you know the only reason you exist is because Kenjaku fucked your dad with your mom's body?

Yuji: ......

Sukuna: Oh, almost forgot, happy birthday nephew.

Snippets: 1

[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

[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.

[anaer]

more time travel fix it fuck it up fic (wip take 2)

in which gojo ends up back in time and decides its time for a hostile takeover

stsg/sukugo, rating: they fuck, your honor

The sex was good, of course. The sex had always been good, even when Gojo was at his most annoyed with Suguru, and Gojo certainly had missed him, somewhere inside of his heart. And his ass. Still, as Suguru fucked into him, entirely too gently (someone else – Suguru – might say it wasn’t soft or gentle, Gojo was just a freak, but it wasn’t his fault no one could satisfy him properly) he couldn’t help but wonder.

“What does Sukuna fuck like, do you think?” he asked.

Suguru paused. “Satoru.”

Gojo blinked up at him. “What?”

“My dick is literally inside of you right now, as you speak.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I swear I’m going to strangle you—"

“Please do, but actually try and make it hurt this time.”

“I hate you so much.”

Gojo grinned wide. “I love you, too, Suguru.”

Suguru glared down at him, unimpressed. “Please stop talking about other men, real or imagined, while I’m actively fucking you, Satoru.”

“Fine, fine; whatever.” Gojo rolled his eyes. Suguru picked up his pace, fucking into Gojo harder. He always fucked harder when he was feeling jealous over nothing. It was better, at least. Probably not as good as Sukuna could fuck, given he was so strong. Like, as strong as Gojo, which felt unreal. He held in the sigh; it would give Suguru the wrong idea, and he was already too emotionally needy sometimes. Gojo had missed that about him.

He wrapped his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and dragged him down for a kiss. It didn’t take super long to finish, and admittedly, the sex was better than he remembered. It was probably how long it had been and the whole ‘Suguru being dead for the past year’ thing making him judge it on a curve. Suguru seemed satisfied too, from the way he dropped down on top of him after he came.

Gojo was nice enough to wait for Suguru to pull his dick out of him and collapse to the side before he continued his train of thought uninterrupted.

“Sukuna has four arms and four eyes. Two mouths. You think he has two dicks? I know I could take both of them.”

Suguru’s eyes opened into slits. “Get the fuck out of my temple.”

[pencilofawesomeness]

I’d be interested in hearing a snippet from “JJK With the Storm” if you don’t mind 👀

Of course! (Ngl this fic is my baby right now, so I definitely don't mind.)

I just started officially posting With the Storm a week ago, so even though I'm working on Chapters 12 and 13 (I was very tempted to share a snippet from 13 but it almost feels like false advertising, since it's the first time those characters show up lmao), I'm going to share a snippet from the soon-to-be-posted Chapter 3 that I have been editing.

He pointed at the curse. It was oozing green and orange and it was as big as he was, except fatter, like a slug that ate too much. “You see the trash can, right?” “Yup,” Yuuji responded simply. Too simply, when that curse was trying to eat its contents and obstructing the view by being ugly. “What about it?” “Do you see the slug on it?” “Whoa, there’s a slug?” Yuuji stood up and squinted at the trash can, shielding his eyes from the sun as if that would help him see. “Slugs are cool but they’re also tiny. Can you really see it from here, Nii-chan?” Sukuna expected this, but it still ate at him oddly that the rest of his family really couldn’t see these things. It was frustrating, but he was also a bit glad, because that meant he had never been ignored on purpose when he asked. Yuuji clearly couldn’t see it, so his question was answered. That was what mattered at the moment. “Nah, I lied about the slug.” “What?! Nii-chaaaaan,” Yuuji pouted. “Why’d you do that?” “To keep you on your toes,” he said, making his excuse abruptly in the form of flicking Yuuji in the forehead and promptly turning away. “Meanie!” Yuuji shouted after him, but he didn’t give chase. The situation wasn’t serious enough to warrant it, with Sukuna’s fake-prank a lame one in the face of his hasty lie, and Yuuji’s digging in the dirt interested him more. He was older now, nearly four, but still an easily distracted baby. After another thirty minutes of burying the same rocks over and over again, he would forget about Sukuna being weird, and the incident would be forgotten. For everyone except Sukuna, that is.

[vyainide]

exboyf! yuji yelling and sending telepathic messages to the marias to stop them from releasing "back to you" rn

[hibiscuslegacy]

This was going to be part of the second chapter of Take a Shot for New Beginnings but I got sidetracked and then ended up rewriting everything I had but decided it'd be fun to post it here. I'm probably going to incorporate it in the future, though, because I think it's a fun scene, though it needs to be polished. It took me over a year to finish the second chapter and I didn't even use any of the stuff I had been working on 😭😭

Though this portion isn't included in the story on ao3, I figure I should link it here (be warned, i don't have a beta reader and i am sleep deprived): Take a Shot for New Beginnings

working title: as good a reason

fandom: JuJutsu Kaisen

Ship: Sukuna x Gojo

Rated: General

Snippet of old the abandoned chap/future chap:

Tsumiki, Megumi, and Yuji had gotten back from their field trip about an hour ago. Satoru had finished looking over the kids’ homework and made a few mental notes regarding which problems to correct with them.

In order to complete the task in relative peace, Satoru had convinced the kids to join him in hounding Sukuna about how strong he was. The three kids were sitting on Sukuna’s back as they counted how many push-ups he did. It really didn’t take as much convincing as it should have, but Sukuna had been in a pleasant mood and had seemingly forgotten how much the kids enjoyed annoying him.

“You didn’t go all the way down,” Megumi accused the tattooed man. Satoru knew Sukuna either didn’t go all the way down on purpose or Megumi had decided he was wronged by Sukuna in some way.

“We gotta start over now,” Yuji chirped with a smile. He was gleefully kicking his legs back and forth as Sukuna continued on with the push-ups. Satoru wondered what the highest number they’d gotten to before losing count was.

“You brats are cleaning this entire bar!” Sukuna grunted out but still continued on with the push-ups. His exposed skin glistened with sweat, making the tattoos that adorned his body appear more prominent against the tan flesh. The muscle-shirt he wore was likely drenched in sweat but the three children on Sukuna’s back blocked Satoru from getting a good view from behind the bar.

“How many push-ups did he get to?” Satoru asked as he walked around the bar top and made his way over to the group.

The three children began a chorus of “ummmmm”s while tilting their heads this way and that.

“A hundred hundred!” Tsumiki declared as she got off of Sukuna’s back when the man lowered his body. She ran to Satoru, who lifted her up and settled the girl on his hip.

“A hundred hundred?” Satoru gasped out. “That must be a new record!”

“Yeah, a record!” Yuji readily agreed. Sukuna fully lowered to the ground and turned onto his side, effectively forcing the two off of his back. The two kids looked at each other before they both decided to flop over Sukuna’s side; the man simply rolled over and pinned the two children onto the floor.

Raising his hand high, Sukuna brought it against the floor three times, his deep voice announcing each number, “One! Two! Three!”

Tsumiki was giggling in Satoru’s ear while Yuji quickly wiggled his way out and argued his shoulders didn’t touch the floor, and Megumi glared at the ceiling, even after Sukuna got up.

“Damn brats,” Sukuna grumbled as he sat at the bar. Pointing at Tsumiki and Gojo, “That includes you.”

Faking a gasp and clutching his chest, Satoru said, “How could you call us such a terrible thing?! Are you saying we don’t deserve to be spoiled?”

“Honesty is a terrible thing,” Sukuna replied calmly.

“Parading such terrible lies as the truth is even worse,” Satoru replied. “We are sweet and innocent angels that deserve to be spoiled.”

“Yeah!” Yuji shouted out as he ran up to Satoru and grabbed onto his pant leg. “Uncle Suku’s a meanie!”

Finally getting up off the floor, Megumi joined the conversation, “He’s just mad we didn’t let him cheat.”

[storiesoflilies]

weeeeeee, okay chat i hope this is a good little snippet!!!

much love,

Lily xo

[birdhousematerial]

Small snippets of Chapter Three! It's a flashback from before they broke up, but then it's right back to awkward Itafushi angst after this. Which, I am kinda enjoying writing them this way, especially all the yearning on Megumi's end. Yuji though... need him to get a grip.

Also, Sukuna shows up this chapter :3

This story is so messy and dramatic, but very fun to write and I'm excited to wrap this chapter up and get it out. We're starting to get some more context to everything!

Also, I have some flashback chapters planned for key points in the story, so we're going to get even more backstory to Yuji and Megumi's relationship, and also Megumi and Tsumiki's childhood.

[voxofthevoid]

As the oneshot marathon continues, here's Attticwife Sukuna Wednesday #1—this is also unlikely to have another WIP Wed entry, though I haven't finished it. It's 12k and counting, but it shouldn't be much higher than 15k.

I've talked a bit about this fic here, but the basic premise is a no-powers twin!sukuita setting where Sukuna tries out serial killing for a hobby, Yuuji locks him up in their basement in response, and nine years later, Gojou (dating Yuuji) stumbles upon the aftermath.

This snippet—and most of the fic—is Gojou PoV of sukuita. I've snuck in a whole lot of fuckery in the existing 12k, and the following bit should be a decent sample of the same ✨

“I’m dying to know something else though. Care to guess?”

Yuuji blinks, eyes darting back to Satoru’s face. “What is it?”

“How, exactly, does your brother have an opinion on your…dick game?”

Yuuji freezes like a deer in the headlights. “Um.”

Muffled laughter makes it past his hands.

Each reaction is telling in its own way. But Satoru knew the answer before he asked the question.

“Pound of flesh, huh,” he murmurs. “Have you been fucking him this whole time?”

Yuuji looks down. “I haven’t done…that since we got together. Actually together, not—not what we were doing before.”

“Fair enough,” Satoru allows. “Not like I was only fucking you back then either.”

Yuuji nods, as unperturbed by that as all the times Satoru stripped naked for him with other people’s marks littering his body. What always gave him away was the touch. By the time he was done, every single of those marks would be buried under a fresh layer of bruises, all hot and stinging. It was never subtle, but there was something quiet and resigned about that claim, like he’d never ask for more than what Satoru offered no matter how badly he wanted it.

In the end, Satoru was the one who couldn’t stand to share.

“Shit,” Yuuji hisses, snatching his hand back. “Asshole!”

Sukuna grins up at him, his teeth stained red. “Your own damn fault for getting distracted.”

Yuuji just shakes his head, frowning at the blood seeping out of the side of his palm. It doesn’t look like a bad wound, but it says a lot that Sukuna managed to break skin at all.

“Most people hit a mental wall when they try to bite through human flesh,” Satoru says, drawing both brothers’ eyes. “Then again, you made a rather inglorious career out of it. Shouldn’t you be out of practice by now?”

Sukuna leers. “How would I be, when my dearest little brother is so accommodating.”

“Sukuna,” Yuuji starts, a warning in his voice—

“You don’t actually believe him, do you?” he asks Satoru. “You can’t be that much of a fucking cuck—”

Yuuji’s bleeding hand slaps back down over Sukuna’s mouth, the other joining it a second later, and this time, his fingers dig into his brother’s cheeks until the skin there blanches white.

“Shut up,” Yuuji growls.

The sound sinks predictably into Satoru’s blood. He clears his throat.

Guilty eyes dart over to him. “Satoru, I—”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Yuuji?”

“No! I wouldn’t. I—” He’s cut off by more muffled laughter, Sukuna’s whole body shaking with it. “Sukuna, I swear to god—”

One of Yuuji’s hands slips down, slotting against the underside of Sukuna’s jaw and pressing up. The laughter turns into a choking noise, and Sukuna’s eyes bulge above Yuuji’s restraining hands.

Satoru takes in that easy, remorseless violence with a strange feeling in the pit of his belly.

“Yuuji,” he calls softly.

Yuuji’s hands gentle. He doesn’t look at Satoru.

“I didn’t lie,” he says. “I haven’t fucked him. I just…gave him a hand sometimes. He doesn’t—he doesn’t have anyone else.”

“Because of you,” Satoru points out, trying to process this new revelation—kinder than Yuuji lying, straying, except for all the ways it’s not kind at all.

“Because of me,” Yuuji admits quietly.

“Taking responsibility, huh.” Satoru rocks back on his heels, taking in Yuuji’s kneeling form and Sukuna’s splayed one as if mere sight will bare the secrets of their bodies. “Is that how you justify it?”

For a long moment, Yuuji says nothing, does nothing, just stares down at his brother’s angry face with eyes so blank that he can’t be seeing anything at all.

“I haven’t tried to justify anything in a long time, Satoru,” Yuuji says finally, his tone almost alien. “You’re the first person who���s made me want to.”

Satoru huffs out a laugh past the sudden tightness in his chest. “You can’t sweettalk your way out of this, you know.”

“Yeah,” Yuuji breathes. “I know.”

Satoru has a thing for monsters. It’s not a conscious choice, but it’s undeniable all the same.

Like calls to like.

He loved Suguru; a part of him will always love Suguru, maybe because he’ll never fail anyone as thoroughly as he failed Suguru. No one has loved Tōji except Megumi’s mother, and that didn’t work out too well for anyone involved, but for a while there, he was the realest thing in Satoru’s life.

They’re two of the worst souls he’s ever met on this bitch of an earth.

And Yuuji—

Yuuji’s probably the tamest monster Satoru has loved—and also the most terrifying.

“Show me,” he says.

Yuuji raises his head, blinking at Satoru with suspiciously red eyes. “Satoru?”

“Show me,” Satoru repeats, “how you take care of your rabid animal of a brother.”

There’s a slight fuss from Sukuna, easily, almost absently smothered.

“You…want to watch me fuck him?” Yuuji asks, his adorable look of confusion utterly at odds with everything else about this situation.

Not quite what Satoru meant but— “Sure. Why not? Give me the full experience.”

“You’d hate that,” Yuuji says, still so cutely baffled. “Satoru, you know you’d hate that.”

“Undoubtedly, but that hasn’t stopped you till now.”

Yuuji flinches. “I—”

“If you apologize, I might just draw this knife.”

Yuuji’s mouth clacks shut, his lips pressing into a thin line. “…That’s fair.”

“You won’t stop, will you?”

“What?”

“Don’t play the fool now,” Satoru warns. He nods at Sukuna, not bothering to check whatever those eyes are showing now. “It’s your twin. You’ve kept him like this for almost a decade. You’re not going to stop fucking him no matter how sweet you find my ass.”

“It’s not about—”

“Exactly,” Satoru cuts in. “It’s not about sex. It’s not about the body. No need to look so horrified, Yuuji—I know a thing or two about vices like that.”

“What are you saying?” Yuuji asks, the horror giving way to something that’s equal parts hopeful and cautious. “What do you want, Satoru?”

“You,” Satoru says simply. “I want you—and everything that entails. Show me what kind of a monster you are, Itadori Yuuji. I promise not to scream.”

Yuuji’s lips part on a trembling exhale. He leans forward, an arm rising to stretch out toward Satoru—

“Amazing,” an unwelcome voice pipes up. “You’re as fucked in the head as he is.”

“Says the serial killer,” Satoru counters. “You should be glad you’re in such good company.”

“I’d rather be in hell.”

“Aren’t you already? Hell is other people, after all.”

Sukuna’s red-stained mouth twists into something nasty—

“Alright,” says Yuuji. Satoru’s entire attention snaps to him, and even without looking, he knows that Sukuna has done the same. “I’ll show you.”

“Oi, brat—”

It’s not a harsh hand over the mouth that silences Sukuna this time but a much gentler touch on his cheek, cradling it for an electric instant before Yuuji lowers his head, his intent unmistakable.

Satoru grits his teeth so hard that his whole jaw throbs, the ache bolting up to his temples.

Yuuji kisses his brother.

And gets bitten for his trouble, rearing back with blood on his mouth.

“Careful,” Satoru hears himself say. “I’d hate to lose your tongue to…that.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Lose my tongue?” Yuuji murmurs, his tone some strange new thing. He licks his lips—and the blood there vanishes, leaving behind glistening spit. “I think you’re a little confused, Satoru.”

It’s a struggle to drag his eyes away from Yuuji, the faint smile on his mouth and heavy-lidded slant of his eyes a siren call, but Satoru makes himself look at Sukuna instead. He finds a redder, bloodier smear—but this time, the blood is coming from the torn flesh of Sukuna’s own lip.

“Ah.” It comes out low and raspy, scraping his throat. “Carry on then.”

“Alright,” Yuuji says, so gently that you could almost be forgiven for thinking him docile.

Satoru swallows, trying and failing to wet his dry mouth, as Yuuji shifts sinuously onto all fours, and for a wild, burning moment, he thinks Yuuji will crawl to him, but it’s the black strap wound around Sukuna’s middle that gets Yuuji’s attention. There seems to be some sort of buckling mechanism built into the side of the bed, wedged between the mattress and the frame, and it only takes a couple of quick, sure motions to loosen the strap.

Yuuji tosses the freed end to the other side of the bed, where it hits the floor with a dull thud but stays connected to the sister mechanism on that side.

It’s not new knowledge, but it still sinks in a little deeper, the awareness of the sheer amount of thought and effort that has gone into this gilded cage.

Yuuji’s had a lot of time to make his brother’s prison both convenient and comfortable.

He wonders if Sukuna’s ever managed to forget that it’s also meant to be his tomb. He doesn’t seem to be the type to favor ignorance, but nine years is a very long time to live a life like this.

“You’re freeing him,” Satoru says, half statement and half question, when Yuuji reaches for a cuffed ankle.

“Oh, no.” Gentle eyes drift up to Satoru, and the mouth underneath curves sweetly up. “Don’t worry. I won’t let him hurt you.”

Satoru raises an eyebrow. “If your brother gets free, I’m not the one you should be worried about.”

“I think I’ll eat your eyes first,” Sukuna comments very casually.

Yuuji flicks his big toe. “You’re not eating anyone. Don’t mind him, Satoru. It’s just talk.”

One look at Sukuna and Satoru is very sure that he does, in fact, want to eat him piece by piece and not in the fun, sexy way. But intent isn’t the same as opportunity. Satoru flashes him a toothy smile, getting a bloody snarl in return.

“If you say so,” he tells Yuuji. “You are the animal expert here.”

“Don’t provoke him either,” Yuuji chides absently, clearly more focused on loosening the cuff.

[angst-king]

((draft of our JJK fic. CW description of eating a person, slight body and transformation horror) “If we’re not back by sunrise then you can worry. Unless you’re willing to be someone’s toy, you’re staying here.” Yuji sighed defeatedly and dragged his feet back to the couch as Nobara and Megumi walked out of the bus doors. This was Yuji’s first night alone on the bus, they had plenty of food, he could head to the showers, and he could read some books he stole.

He huffed picking up his change of clothes, most he found from donation bins he rummaged through with Megumi and Nobara a few days ago. He grabbed his bag, stashed his pocket knife into his pocket, and picked up the oar he took from the camping store after his first anomaly encounters. That day never left his mind, he had nightmares about it ever since. He saw shadowy tendrils in his vision at times, he could sometimes someone breathing down his neck. In his dreams he would find himself cornered by the same creature however it was not the only one he saw. Trash cans that would invert themselves and open their lids revealing large sharp teeth. Hands bursting from a person’s stomach grabbing at Yuji pulling him towards them, staring at him with inky empty black eyes. Their nails tore into his flesh, ripping it off his body only to get to his muscles and meat gnawing on it hungrily. Heading to the park’s showers he tried to push these memories out of his mind but they kept seeping in. There were more of those things out there, inhuman anomalies that craved humans and sought to destroy or make them their hosts. Then there were ‘humanoid types’ like Megumi and Nobara, they still acted like normal people, and they blended in extremely well. Megumi never craved the want to hurt people or at least he never seemed to or expressed any desire. Nobara was vengeful but not without cause or reason. She was more human appearing than Megumi she had nothing that could visibly trip anyone off. Where did these sorts of people come from, how far back did someone half to trace to find an inhuman anomaly in their lineage, did they even know? How much would it take, was it an entire family affair? Megumi and his sister were both humanoid anomalies from the sounds of it but he never delved further about his family. Were his parent's anomalies too? Or were they human and just did not know they passed it on to their children? Then Yuji spiraled onto another thought. Were his parents human, where did Ryomen originate from? Was Ryomen a parasitic Anomoly who chose Yuji to be his host? Were they both born like this, a strange twin that got ‘eaten’ in the womb situation, maybe? Even Yuji himself was not human, sure he looked human but he possessed inhuman strength, speed, and hunger. Even without Sukuna’s overt presence, it was clear Yuji was not like his human classmates, but what was he? Yuji had practically gone into autopilot, not even noticing he was already in the shower until Sukuna made himself known in their headspace. “Are you going to wash or not, brat?”

[obsidian-vineyard84]

Sukume redesigns for your time?

[sessakag]

Ryomen Sukuna Snippet #1

Sukuna Jr: Dad, some kid took my ball

Sukuna: Did you break his jaw, rip his arms off and shove them up his ass?

Sukuna Jr: Mom said that's not nice

Sukuna: Dad doesn't give a shit. Now go get your ball back.

For some reason, I find psychopathic dads really funny😂Sukuna gives me Prey!Naruto vibes🤭

Snippets: 2

[halfmoth-halfman]

all the better to eat you with snippet please ❤️

coming right up!!

You wake alone, the silky red blindfold lying next to you on the ground. Lying in a clearing of burnt grass, surrounded by white trees overgrown with rot, you face the mouth of the mountain cave. It swallows the silvery moonlight that shines down into the clearing, leaving you staring into darkness so deep, your mind makes up shapes in its shadows. It takes effort to sit up; whatever the drink Grandmother had given you, it’s left your legs weighed like stones and your head clouded. The red of your shift spills out around you, a vivid contrast to the blackened earth beneath you. Your mind swirls, unfocused and distracted by the bright colors. The ash sticks to it with your movement. A giggle escapes you, a heavy, clumsy hand reaching out to swipe the delicate cloth over the ground and watch the ashes tint it black. Focus. You have to focus. Your hands clap together harshly, and the clearing absorbs the sound leaving no echo behind. You almost find yourself distracted again, preparing to clap to try and summon an echo, but you pull yourself back with a deep breath. Careful not to smudge the symbols Grandmother had so meticulously painted over your skin, you squeeze and dig your nails into your skin. The sting grounds you, brings you back to yourself just enough to let fear creep in. You do not want to be here. You did not want this. You have to find a way out. You— Laughter spills from the mouth of the cave. Sinister and deep it, shakes the trees and rattles your bones. Your focus is lost, mind and body giving in to the fog in your head. You can’t help yourself. “What a deep voice you have!” You clap your hands over your hand, giggles and gasps slipping through so easily. “All the better to greet you with,” the voice in the cave answers. From the darkness four eyes emerge, staring unblinking at you in the same brilliant red as your shift. You gasp drunkenly, hands slapping into the dirt as you lean forward. “What big eyes you have!” “All the better to see you with.” The voice laughs again, creeping ever closer until you spot a set of teeth shining in the moonlight. Had you been of sounder mind, you’d know the buzzing in your veins for what it was — fear, adrenaline, the overwhelming urge to run. “What a big mouth you have!” is all your mind can think to say, the words barely coherent through your uncontrollable laughter. The creature looms, closer and closer until gleaming white catches your attention. Your lazy gaze moves lower, falling onto a second mouth, larger than your neighbor’s hunting dogs. The mouth peels back into a wide smile, ravenous and bloody, exposing rows of razor sharp teeth. Fascination and fear hold you still, gaping at that second mouth until the voice speaks again. “All the better to eat you with.”