#uncle sukuna snippet

[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!

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[yoonkinii]

Jjk M.list

Gojo Satoru

Perfectly Imperfect

Synopsis: Everyone is born with a soulmate. Everyone knows by the time they hit age 18, a different kind of soulmate mark will appear. Some are unable to see color until they meet their soulmates gaze, others have matching tattoos. These are the more common ones; ones that can be tracked down in history but others are rare. So rare that there’s rarely any information available about it. Rare like yours and the only case of this soulmarking was dated decades ago with only two lines describing it.

"Person A and Person B afflicted by this marking will discover themselves to be covered in string-like tattoo markings in certain areas. These areas are what the soulmate A or B deem unworthy of themselves; or rather, what they hate about themself."

This wouldn't be a problem for you if it wasnt for the fact that everything from the collarbone to your ankles was decorated in white string-like lines.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Theme song: Bonfire - wave to earth

What color is my sky painted? What color is your emotion? Close your eyes slowly and feel the wind. The bonfire is fading out. Maybe we are falling Falling down with the rain.

amore mio aiutami- Piero Piccioni (literally the song that plays when M/C looks at him)

Warning(s):

18+, Sub!Gojo (gasp!), cursing, mentions of self-hate, discussion of Self-hate, mentions of minor character death- Will be added as chapters progress but if you see something that I didn’t include here, please let me know!

Note(s):

Expect this to be a short fic. I do not plan on having this over 6 parts and even then it could be less or couple chapters more. Depends on how I write everything.

Part(s): TBA

Ryomen Sukuna

Snippets of Love

Synopsis: Glimpses of your relationship with Sukuna through prompts/questions.

Paring: Sukuna x Reader

Theme Song: Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco

So I had a late Arrival So, we never saw the start of each others lives heart to heart

Notable tags: ModernAU, slight age gap, Canon/Fanon implements, Sukuna still has his tattoos, CEO Sukuna, uncle Sukuna, college student reader, pierced Sukuna.

Note(s): Inspired to do this series based on Kyarrcha fanart of Sukuna on Instagram! I want this to be mostly based on requests about certain moments such as when Sukuna and you first met, first date, and things like that. This can also include certain scenarios or environments. Feel free to send in requests but I will also add in my own takes.

Requests: Open.

Warnings: will be listed in the sections.

You are not required to read snippets in order, but it is recommended.

How y♡u first met Sukuna!

How y♡u met Sukuna again (and got his number)!

First date with Sukuna!

Sukuna letting y♡u doll him up!

Sukuna with drunk y♡u

Jealous Y♡u

Argument with Sukuna

Choso Kamo

Echos of Desire

Synopsis: Choso is one of the few to possess abilities that transcend human limits. His family was taken away from him and he was given to serve the king. He was trained in nothing else but to kill and follow orders. He was a man made weapon. His name whispered in fear- the kingdom's boogeyman. He hates it though. Hates how his freedom was ripped from his hands. Hates how his ‘gift’ is more like a curse. He is offered a deal he can’t deny- transport the princess to safety in a neighboring kingdom. The only problem is, she’s the daughter of the man that took everything from him and she is being hunted down by unknown forces. 

Pairing: Choso x Reader

Theme Song: my love is mine all mine - Mitski

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine

Notable tags: FantasyAU, Fanon (I am creating my own world and using some pieces of jjk in it), major character death, burning alive, abuse, gore, blood, mentions of self loathing, anger. (Will be updated as more parts come out)

Note(s): Just a little something.

Part(s): 1 |

Headers by @uzmacchiato

[voxofthevoid]

2024 Fic Review

Tagged by @m34gs. Thank you, friend 💖

It's been a while since I've had the time and energy to tackle a tag game, but I really wanted to do this.

Statistics

My Top 5 Fics by Hits:

I'm assuming this is only for 2024, so going by how Ao3 sorts fics based on the year, we've got these:

the way it follows you home, the stories i never told: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji/Gojou time travel fix-it. Gojou Satoru and Itadori Yuuji travel back in time to avert an apocalyptic future. Sixteen-year-old Satoru has opinions about the whole thing.

(let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, canon-divergent kidnapping fic. Gojou Satoru kidnaps a teenager, supposedly for his own good.

there’s a lover in the story, but the story’s still the same: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, de-aged Gojou. Shortly before the Goodwill Event, Yuuji finds that his teacher has de-aged to his seventeen-year-old self. He adapts a little too well.

baby blue, they paid you to take my youth and use it up: JJK, Gojou, Yuuji, role reversal omegaverse. Satoru’s in heat; it’s Yuuji’s problem somehow.

everything burned, as promised: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, time travel fuck-it. Satoru goes north. Yuuji is a casualty.

My Most Bookmarked Fic:

It's the way it follows you home, the stories i never told by a significant margin.

How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

540,076

There's a breakdown here.

Question Stuff

1. What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024?

The fact that I not only conceived of and tackled but also actually finished my ten-year anniversary project. That was kind of insane, especially considering my preferred way of writing—which, these days, involves just writing one fic from start to end with no external factors considered. It was a fuckload of fun though!

2. What was the most enjoyable to write?

It was definitely bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask—a no-powers sukuita+goyuu AU featuring Sukuna as Yuuji's uncle and Gojou as his high school teacher. It was my first no-powers AU for JJK, and while that itself isn't an appealing factor, figuring out their dynamics in this context was incredibly fun and also helped me get a better understanding of the characters, especially Sukuna.

3. Which fic is the most underrated?

Hmmm, I don't know if I'd call any of them underrated, but going by the numbers in relation to my personal fondness, it'd be this is the wrong story.

The concept is one I'd wanted to tackle (but was wary of fucking up) for a while, so getting a finished product I was/am proud of feels pretty great. I'm also very fond of some of the ideas I've worked into the fic, as well as the imagery and metaphors used. That said, it's a fucky concept with graphic vore (erotic consensual cannibalism variety), so I'm not surprised that most people are giving it a wide berth. Those who did read it have been very lovely in their responses 💗

4. Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened?

The anniversary project eventually resulted in four ideas (goyuu sex ed ft. poor Megumi, the aforementioned vorey fic, teen Gojou and the PR in a love triangle with Yuuji, and the Higuruma/Yuuji fic) being struck off my larger list of plot bunnies/ideas to write.

5. Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to?

Well, the current count is 95! So fuck me, I guess.

6. Any WIPs that never got published?

Oh, so many. Considering just the ones finished and the ones published in 2024—

taking the flesh is the only virtue (posted in 2025)

i could keep your bed warm, otherwise i’m useless (unposted)

bloodstains on the collar means just don’t ask (unposted)

the brute fact of flesh awaiting our teeth (unposted)

7. Share a snippet from a WIP fic?

I'm only working on one fic at present (...been working on it for months at this point), and this is the latest bit:

The twitch of his own cock calls him out on the lie. It’s no distraction. Satoru feels every bit an animal as Yuuji, speared on cock and so tenderly brutalized. “That looks fun,” comes an unwanted interruption. “You gonna share?” Satoru wraps his limbs more firmly around Yuuji, sighing through the flare of hurt. “Keep your oversized paws to yourself.” A mean-sounding chuckle answers him, followed by its owner emerging from the undergrowth. Out of the corner of his eye, Satoru watches Tōji survey the scene, not missing how he lingers on their naked bodies with unwarranted intensity. At that angle, he can’t see the blood-wet marriage between Yuuji’s face and Satoru’s shoulder. That changes when Yuuji raises his head and snarls at Tōji.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write?

I'm pretty sure that was (this is also part of the story) how the story changes, but man, after a four-chapter outline turned into a four-part 24-chapter fic, I was just glad for it to be over 🤣

9. Fic hopes for the New Year?

There are a number of ideas I'd like to tackle properly. But in general, I just want to keep writing for JJK the way I have been and enjoy the company of my fellow fans.

Tagging (no pressure) @tozettastone @cursedvibes @kairos-polaris @actualalligator @naamah-beherit @joeys-piano @rifle-yes and anyone else who wants to give it a go!

[birdhousematerial]

oh oh i'd love to hear about the restaurant au 👀

Oof, sorry for taking so long on these. I got a little burned out and also overwhelmed—but we're so back! So let's go!

So, my current working title for this is "Just Look At Us Now" though I'm not 100% set on it, but I do feel like it encapsulates a lot of the story. This one is Yuji x Megumi and Sukuna x Megumi, though it mostly focuses on Yuji and Megumi's relationship, past and present, which at the start of the story is really just a very complicated affair.

They were in a relationship before, but Yuji has a lot of internalized homophobia and kept it a secret from everyone, which in turn caused Megumi a lot of stress and pain. When Wasuke dies and leaves Yuji his last words and wishes for him, this entire situation kinda comes to a head and they have a very explosive break-up. Before this though, they'd spent most of their adolescence together working on Yuji's dream of taking over his grandfather's restaurant, something that gave Megumi purpose since he'd honestly never seen himself living that long to begin with.

Fast forward to the present of the fic, and Yuji is in a committed relationship with Yuko Ozawa, working at this restaurant that him and Megumi own together (honestly it's like their child in a custody agreement) and also, still fucking, in the office of the restaurant, like, every single night.

Megumi is obviously not doing well, and he suffers a lot in this story (he's my favorite) especially when Toji, his drug addict father comes back into his life looking for a place to crash. Sukuna (Yuji's uncle) is also constantly trying to get into his pants, and I'll add a few snippets of them working together, but just know they're very roughly written and subject to change as I write and flesh it out more.

"Once he stepped out back to smoke, he could feel the presence of his least favorite person, walking up and blasting music from a speaker that Megumi wanted to toss in the dish water, but instead he just rolled his eyes and glared at him.  “Can’t you wear headphones? Like every other fucking person?” Megumi spat at the man, watching him smirk and lean against the wall next to him as he lit his cigarette. “Good morning to you too.” He smiled as he spoke, blowing the smoke right in his face which he shouldn’t care, he smoked too, but his breath smelled like weed. One look at his eyes and he knew he was stoned out of his mind.   “God, grow up. Aren’t you like, forty?” Megumi turned away and grimaced as he leaned closer, humming out a laugh as Megumi shoved at him. He started singing then, leaning up to his ear as Megumi tensed and tried to ignore him. Knowing it only egged him on when he showed how irritated he was.   “Get the fuck away from me, asshole.” Megumi stepped on his cigarette and decided to go inside, hating when he side stepped to block his path. “Oh, you know you love me.” Sukuna cooed and smiled as Megumi clenched his jaw, rubbing his forehead as he mentally prepared for another day of this. “Get yourself together and turn that fucking music down. Don’t come in blaring that shit when you’re done out here, hearing Choso's is more than enough.” Megumi eyed him as he stepped aside, gesturing dramatically to the door that Megumi grabbed and pulled open with a grunt. “Yes chef.” Sukuna said it patronizingly, nodding and smiling like the asshole he was. It was times like this he actually appreciated Toji, at least he wasn’t this fucking awful. “Truck will be here soon, gonna help me out, Megumi.” Sukuna called after him as he stepped inside, hating the way he said his name. He was lucky they let him fucking work here, with his record he definitely couldn’t get a job anywhere else. 

Megumi is such an asshole in this too, and I really liked playing around with that part of his character. Also, Yuji isn't much better, he is like ten bad decisions behind everyone else, but he isn't innocent by any means.

“By the time you get back we’ll be in the middle of service, it fucks everything up.” Megumi said angrily, watching him pull his keys out and roll his shoulders.  “It’s fine, I… I need a break anyways.” Yuji rubbed his forehead as he turned and walked to the back door, Megumi hot on his heels as he fumbled to grab a cigarette. “We haven’t even opened, what could you possibly need a b-.” “You!” Yuji stepped closer as he shouted and then spoke through his teeth. “You’re so fucking angry, at everyone and everything.” Megumi rolled his eyes, lighting his cigarette and watching him groan when Megumi didn’t react. “Toji showed up at my house yesterday morning.” Megumi sighed as he flicked his cigarette, watching as Yuji’s eyes went wide and he glanced around before looking at him concerned. “And?” “He’s sleeping on my couch, trying to get a job. He’s ‘sober’.” Megumi quoted with his hands and watched as Yuji rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in defeat.   “What the fuck, again? Why would you-.” “So he doesn’t bother Miki.” Megumi said seriously, eyes flitting over his face as he blinked and understood. Yuji nodded hurriedly, clearly getting the picture and motioned for his pack of cigarettes.  “Thought Yuko doesn’t like it.” Megumi smirked at him as Yuji glared back, huffing as he lit a cigarette and rolled his neck. “Don’t. Don’t talk about-.” “Don’t tell me what to do Yuji.” Megumi clenched his teeth as he spoke, genuinely wanting to push his limit. Maybe, he’d fire him and he could fuck off once and for all, stop hanging around here like some fucking dog tied to a tree. Sukuna stepped out, eyeing them as he lit his own cigarette.

Oh, and their little affair? Sukuna is the only one who knows, because he caught them once, and boy does that make things even more complicated.

I'm not gonna be nice with this one, its very angst filled and doesn't really have a happy ending, maybe hopeful, but certainly not all that happy for anyone involved.

With that said, this is more an exploration of the dynamics of a relationship and what happens when someone (Megumi) decides they'll live for someone else, putting them (Yuji) on a pedestal and helping them achieve their dreams instead of forming their own. Especially when their backgrounds and life experiences cause them to form a sort of codependency with each other.

This story has a lot of warnings attached to it, like drug abuse, alcoholism, eating disorders, cheating, suicidal ideation, incest (emotional and physical) and character death. It's just not a happy story, but there is a lot of emotion and drama involved, along with some really funny moments.

“Looks good.” Megumi swatted Toji’s hand away and glared as he took a bite of his food. “What is wrong with you?” Megumi asked, swallowing harshly and watching him pour himself a cup of coffee. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend, you’re so inhospitable.” Toji chuckled and Megumi clenched his jaw, his eye twitching as Toji peered into his fridge that was pretty barren for someone who cooked for a living. “When- What can I do to make you fuck off?” Megumi handed him the last of his food, he didn’t really feel like eating anyways. He watched him shove food in his mouth like an animal, pieces dropping onto the floor which made Megumi tense. A second grader could be neater than him, Megumi was living proof.  “Let me find a job and I’ll get out of your hair.” Toji breathed as he took a bite, setting the dirty plate down on the counter and leaving it there.  “I’m gonna take a shower, if you’re gonna be here, clean up after yourself, you fucking slob.” Megumi sighed as he stalked to his room, slamming the bathroom door and turning the shower on as hot as he could stand it.

I love writing Toji and Sukuna as just the absolute worst, and they are certianly that in this story.

“So you do have a girlfriend.” He chuckled as he held up a bright pink dildo, swaying it in his hands and smiling, making Megumi regret ever opening that fucking door. “Get-Toji. Get the fuck out of my room.” Megumi breathed in and spoke as calmly as possible, pointing to his door with his toothbrush as Toji tossed it back into his nightstand, the thunking sound of it making Megumi flinch, and looked past him into his bathroom. “Relax, I’m a guy. I know what you do with that.” He raised his eyebrows playfully and pushed past him, looking in his medicine cabinet and Megumi let out a groan. “I don’t have anything you can sell and I don’t have a girlfriend. Now get-.” He shoved him, fixing the stuff he had moved around and glaring at him as he looked at him confused.  “Megs, I don’t do that shit anymore, and we’re both adults here, you don’t have to lie.” Megumi stared at him, mouth open, and realized he was missing the fact he was his father and definitely shouldn’t be having this conversation with him. He did however, feel like pushing his buttons, since he’d been irritating Megumi since he opened his fucking eyes this morning. “Pretty sure I’m the only adult here, but since you want to know so bad, it’s mine.” Megumi smirked slightly and watched his brows furrow, smile growing as he watched Toji's dumb monkey brain try to understand what he’d said. “Obviously, it’s in your house.” Toji said confused as he followed him out of his room. Megumi grabbed another cigarette, turning and facing the man who was still eyeing him with a puzzled expression.  “I am the one that uses it. On myself, idiot.” Megumi shut the door behind him as he stepped into the balcony, leaving him with the fact he’d held it in his hand. Seriously, he was throwing it away after that. There wasn’t anyway he was going to get that mental image out of his head.

I have most of this one outlined, but as you can imagine it isn't easy to write (I don't know why I would do this to myself, but I really like it either way, and do intend on writing it eventually) but I do know this won't be something that is for everyone.

Thank you for asking about this story! Despite it being very sad and depressing I am really excited about it, and hopefully it will be satisfying for the angst, and hurt/no comfort fans out there like me.

[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.”

[aheckinmess]

I Promise I'm Not Dead - Pinky Promise

I saw one of the writers I follow on Tumblr share their WIPs yesterday and thought to myself, "Oh! That's right. That's just a thing that I can do, isn't it? Holy woah, I never thought about that!" So here I am, offering you a few crumbs from the chaotic hellscape that is my brain so that you can rest easy knowing I am, in fact, working on the things I said I would and many more.

Fandoms: My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, MARVEL, Attack on Titan, HADES, Batman

Characters: Shouta Aizawa, Enji Todoroki, Toshinori Yagi, Neito Monoma, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Levi Ackerman, Thanatos, Bengal Azuza (OC)

1. Aizawa x Ichijiku (OC) from Ichijiku's Escapades

— an angsty little misunderstanding leads to a feud between Ichijiku and Aizawa

"I guess being the Symbol of Peace really just means you get a piece of everybody, huh, All Might?" Shouta growls out, before turning to me. "You have a key to the apartment, Aoki. I expect everything out by the end of the week." The door slams behind him before my mouth forms words. Toshinori is a little quicker on the uptake. "Wait! Aizawa!" He calls, reopening the door and holding up my blouse soaked in white out. "There's been a mistake--" "Save the pleasantries for your adoring fans. I'm not interested."

2. Enji x f! reader from The Snowball Effect

— although it's clearly the beginning of April and Christmas has passed, I'm determined to finish this Christmas special!

The kids don't even make it until sunrise. "Mommy, Daddy! Santa came!" Three little boys bombard the two of you. Shoto, Natsuo, and Tenko all coordinate with each other to coax their parents out of bed. Shoto jostles your shoulder while Natsuo pats Enji's cheek. Tenko takes a more direct approach and just flops across the two of you. "We're up, we're up." Enji grunts, turning over under the covers and rubbing your back. "Ready for presents, my love?"

3. Toshinori & Child OC from Might

— this isn't a fic that I've posted anything for yet, but I've written a few snippets for it, and an outline, and technically it's half written, just unedited - it's honestly one of my favorite things I'm working on

Daddy always lets us visit Uncle Toshi on the second Saturday of every month. That means on the second Saturday of every month, Mommy and Daddy don't fight and the house is quiet. Plus, there's Uncle Toshi! Uncle Toshi is sweet, summer sunshine and side-cramping laughter. Usually, Daddy works in his office in Japan and Mommy sneaks out to drink enough grape juice that Daddy yells at her when he gets home. So when we visit, I get Uncle Toshinori all to myself! "If it isn't my favorite little goddaughter!" He always greets me the same way, but I don't mind. My insides turn warm and fuzzy — I am important. "Uncle Toshi, I'm your only goddaughter!" I giggle, jumping up into his arms. "Can we go see the horses again?" "I'm not sure Snipe's available this weekend, but we'll find some other way to occupy our time together, don't you worry. Maybe a trip to the park is in order." He chuckles, ruffling my hair as he carries me. "Maybe Felice will have something scrumptious waiting for us when we return." "Yay!" . . . . . "We've been playing outside for as long as the sun is in the sky before the smell of pie through an open window makes my tummy gurgle! I trudge through the garden, sneaking up on Uncle Toshi when I see him crouched behind a plant box. "Gotcha!" I roar, leaping onto his back while he yelps. He's not actually scared, but he pretends for me. Mommy and Daddy never pretend for me. "We gotta go back inside, Uncle Toshi! I can smell pie!" I grunt and heave with all my might on his arm. He barely moves. "Hurry, hurry! I'm hungry!" "Okay, okay! We're on our way, little Ichijiku." The crisp, fall air creaks and cracks with each step over the colorful leaves. Uncle Toshi's feet have a nice tempo. Tempo is a big word I learned in music class. His feet go BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! And my tiny feet go crunch crunch crunch. "Uncle Toshinori?" "What is it, Ichan?" "Can I stay here and live with you?"

4. Monoma x f! reader from Anthophile

— originally, I was going to complete this for a challenge in a Discord server I'm in, but I ended up being an overachiever and instead of just choosing one flower and character to write a prompt for, I decided to pick a character from MHA and JJK for each flower and it's still in progress as a result

Neito Monoma's haughty attitude is impossible to bear on a good day. Normally, Kendo tag teams with you to bear the brunt of his rambling mouth, letting his superiority complex soliloquies float through one ear and out the other. Today, however, proves an a rough day to shoulder his bullshit. For one, the thick mucus clouding your mind overruns your sinuses and it's nigh impossible to pay attention in the first place — you could swear Present Mic repeats himself seventeen times about direct object pronouns. To add insult to injury, Kendo is absent. And Neito makes it his mission to be doubly irksome to compensate for her vacancy. "This is so elementary." Neito drawls, rolling his eyes once he's sure he has your attention. "They might as well let me do something more productive with my time." You can't help yourself. "Like take a class on how to shut your mouth?" You growl, rubbing your aching temples. "Some of us are trying to learn, Monoma." "Pity. I guess everyone can't be graced with my intelligence." "Too bad we're graced with your presence instead." You're not sure why your heart races when he pouts in response. "Now, was that really called for?" He huffs. You're quiet as you close your eyes and continue rubbing your head. No, no it isn't. But dammit, you want today to be over so you can just go to bed. "Hey," He whispers after a few more minutes. "Are you okay, Yin?" "I have a headache and I don't feel good." You answer. "Please, just...be quiet." And he is for a time, but Neito surprises you when next he speaks. "Present Mic, sir? I'd like to take Lyn to Recovery Girl. I don't think she's feeling well."

5. Sukuna & f! reader from Top Shelf

— this fic has been trying desperately to be continued amongst the screaming cacophony of other ideas in my head, but rest assured it's getting there slowly but surely

A month passes and you still can't bring yourself to return to the bar. In fact, you ban yourself from that part of town in an effort to scrub Sukuna from your mind. It's a futile attempt. Colorful spines in the fantasy section wink at you as you shelve the new releases. Ghostly images of soft pink hair tangled between your fingers and the echo of his deep tones haunt you, fighting your resolve to stay away from him. "I'm looking for sci-fi or fantasy, with a lot of action and battle scenes." No. Absolutely not. He is not here. You know you should continue setting out the new releases, but you drag your box to the other end of the aisle so he can't see your face. Three series are on the shelf when his voice reaches your aisle — every breath is a reminder to stay calm and act natural. "No, I've read this one before. My brother said this series is shit. You got anything new?" "Sure thing. Hey, Yin," Izuka prompts. "You got any new sci-fi releases in there?" It takes an eternity to turn and face him, but by the time you do, you've promised yourself to keep it professional. "Yes, sir. There's several new covers--" "Yin?" Sukuna's voice nearly sends you out the door, but you set your jaw and stand fast. "I didn't know you worked here. You haven't been to the bar in weeks." "Oh, you two know each other?" Izuka grins, and turns back toward the desk. "I'll let her take care of you, then. Feel free to call again if you need anything!" "Sukuna..." You start when you're both alone. You cannot let him break you. No matter what you want, there's another woman waiting for him at home. "I...I think-" "I've missed you."

6. Gojo x Kotara (OC) from Epiphany

— so, I've had this fic idea for a long time now, and I'm writing it with my friends; it's cute, it's angsty, and there's lot of pining (my favorite combo) and I've been wanting to share it for a while now

WHAM! My head cracks against the wall and the world swims out of focus. A large hand stops the steady flow of oxygen from whetting my lungs as a cursed spirit with a swollen face and wet, dripping hair strangles me. Her nails dig into my neck as she turns to Gojo, effectively holding me hostage as her other hand tapes my temple and scrambles my thoughts — suddenly, the cacophony of doubts in my head drown out everything. Thoughts unravel and twist until it's a discordant howl that forces tears down my cheeks. Gojo stands across from me with palpable fear on his normally self-assuaged expression. It disappears as fast as I can blink as I remember the coin housing the spirit's barrier is in my hand. It's a contest of mental fortitude and wills, but I flick the coin to Gojo. Dots line my vision as he crushes the coin in his fist and exorcises the curse in the same motion. The hospital swirls around me in an endless loop. It is probably only a few seconds, but it feels like a millennium that the world loops around me. I grip Gojo's sleeve with all the voracity of a puppy holding his favorite chew toy. When the world finally stops spinning, my every muscle quivers against his, remembering that I can breathe, that I can think, that I'm not a victim to that spirit anymore. "Romantic, yeah?" Gojo taunts, pinching the fat of my cheek. "Nothing like a near death experience to make you wanna get cuddled up and cozy, hm?" I blink at him. What kind of copium does this bitch take and can I have some? My body quakes with laughter at his absurdity. Leave it to Satoru Gojo to be nonchalant at a time like this. "Satoru, we're in an abandoned hospital that smells like feet!" I scoff, collecting myself. "Yes, buuuut," He lifts his head. "We're also close enough to kiss now, too. Isn't that romantic? The sun is setting, the light is dimmed. There'd be no better time, yeah?" "Stop flirting if you don't mean it, Gojo." I snarl, even though I know I'd kiss him instantly if he tried closing the distance between us. "Who said I didn't mean it?"

7. Fushiguro & Besu (Child OC) from Season of Serendipity

— I haven't given up on this cute little child AU, I promise! This idea came to me while thinking about my own experiences as a child and all of the complex little emotions we deal with growing up

The day Yuji met Megumi Fushiguro, Besu learned what it felt like to lose something precious. Initially, she had only glad tiding to meet another friend with a similar, quiet disposition matching her own. He seemed friendly enough and didn't interrupt her, either. When Yuji started hanging out with her less and less, however, Besu bubbled with something close to anger. "Yuji-kun, do you wanna have another sleepover this weekend?" She asked one afternoon after finding him playing Pirates under the slide with the dark-haired boy. "Hey, Bechan! Megumi and I are actually having a sleepover this weekend! Do you wanna come too?" He beamed. But Besu only pouted and walked away without a word. Though Yuji's and her attempts at proving Mr. Sukuna was not cursed was met with some success in her class, people still kept clear of little Besu. Without Yuji, she had no one. Perhaps that's why when her father picked her up after school he was met with sass and tears. "What's wrong, princess?" Sukuna rubbed her back. It didn't offer the same comfort as usual. "None of your business." Besu growled. "Excuse me?" "I said, none of your business!" Her smart mouth suddenly squished between her father's fingers as he paralyzed her with a glare, but it felt better than the boiling flood of emotions tormenting her chest. "Young lady, I don't know why you're upset, but you don't take that tone with me. You will speak to me with respect, do you understand me?" He released her cheeks when she nodded. When he unlocked the door at the house and set her down in the foyer, he pointed to the stairs. "Go to your room and take a break. When you're ready to talk to me without any lip, you know where to find me." Besu stormed up to her room in a very Sukuna-like fashion and slammed the door so hard her calendar fell off the back of her door.

8. Loki & Sage (Cat OC) from Kitten Down to Business

— this fic actually has the next five chapters written out, but they're from when I first wrote it in high school, so it's just a matter of editing what I already do have with my new skills in writing

As it turns out, a few steps outside shows the wide open world will be the easiest environment to acclimate to. Because then there's Duke. Oh, boy, a cat! You smell scared, are you scared? Is that why you're curled up in his arms like that? Don't you want to walk on the pavement and run around? I can't wait to see where we're going! A new home, and a new family! What's your name? I'm Duke! He barks and runs circles around our little group with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. How can he have such a zest for life when it's so scary?

9. Thor & Dalia (Child OC) from Apoletesma

— similarly, this is another prompt that I'm planning to make into a little Thor's daughter collection (along with some for the other Avengers' children) that I started back in high school; can't wait to see what you guys think of it when I'm done!

Thor's lumbering figure doesn't even make it all the way through the threshold before Dalia tackles into his sturdy legs. "Daddy, you're back! Can I have some Pop Tarts?" Thor's laughter rumbles through the Tower. "There's only one box left, so we were trying to wait for you to come back before letting Dollie lay waste to the remaining population." Tony teases. "Ah, already laying waste to the Pop Tart population?" His tickling stubble brushes Dalia's cheek as he lifts her into his arms. "That's my girl! Let's go finish off what's left together." "Yeah!" Dalia pumps her fist. "Then I can grow big and stwong like you, Daddy! And I'll fight off the big bad guys!" "That you will, my little warrior!" Thor digs out a large box of his favorite confection and juggles Dalia in one arm while he rips open the crinkly packaging of their spoils. In seconds, sugar frosting and strawberry jelly dots Dalia's face. Once she sighs with a full belly, Thor grabs a paper towel to wipe her face, drawing squeals from her chest as he swirls the napkin around and pinches her cheeks. "Your turn!" Dalia takes the napkin, being much more serious and delicate in her attempts. "There's so many crumbs in your beard, Daddy. Your face is sullied!" "Sullied, huh? Who taught you such big words?" He guides her hands to get the final remains. "Uncle Lucky. We did painting before he had to go. He said I sullied my shirt. He said that means dirty!" She finishes cleaning and then squirms out of his arms to throw away the trash. "He's real smart! He says I can be smart just like him, too."

10. Levi x Unnamed OC from Dalliances with Death

— once again, another unposted piece that you'll have to wait on...but come on, they're all so cute! Can you blame me for getting distracted with multiple prompts?

There's nothing quite like being an introvert in an extroverted space. Especially when that extroverted space is in the middle of a fight between Jean and Eren. With Sayuri cheering for Eren and Mikasa rolling her eyes at Jean, there is little I can do but watch, bewildered, in the middle of it all. "Tch. Idiots." Levi's presence alone rattles my small frame. "You gonna do something about it?" My cheeks flush as I turn back to the two men beating the shit out of each other. I must look like a floundering fish as I open and close my mouth, uncertain of what to say. Is he looking for a right answer? Or-- "You could beat both their asses. Why not?" Levi gestures to them. Finally, I find my words. "I guess I figure they need to get out their energy and have some fun. Plus, it's entertaining to watch." I laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. "U-Unless, you want me to break it up?" Levi huffs through his nose, not quite a laugh but not quite a scoff. "If I'd have wanted you to break it up, I'd have asked."

11. Thanatos & Aristeia (Child OC) from Death, Inspired

— this actually started as Aristeia (my D&D character)'s story, but when I got into HADES and it's a Greek gods campaign anyway, I opted to write some fanfiction with her

Thanatos leered down at the teary young goddess no taller than his knee and frowned. "And what do you think you're doing here?" "I-I'm looking for my daddy." Aristeia fumbled out an answer, forcing a response past the knot in her throat. "I...I thought he came this way and--" "You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous. State your name." "Aristeia. Aristeia Muse." She swallowed and gazed up at the god of death. "Can you help me find my daddy?" "Do you know his name?" "His name is Daddy." Thanatos sighed and pinched his nose. Had Hades not just been sent down the River Styx moments prior, he'd have asked him what to do. It was not often he wished failure upon young Zagreus, but it would be infinitely easier to decide the small child's fate if Hades himself were still present. "Stick with me, and I'll take you to the man in charge to see what should be done. He hoisted the white and purple-haired goddess in his arms and prepared to teleport. "Are you the Grim Reaper?" She suddenly asked, giving him pause. "I..." Thanatos blinked. "I suppose that is one of my many names - the mortals call me that, yes. My actual name is Thanatos. You'd do well to remember it." "How many toes?" The little girl furrowed her brows. "Is that a lot?" "No. It's Than...sigh...just call me Grim for now, I guess. Or Than. We'll have time for corrections later." "I like Grim! That name matches your face!" She giggled. "You know what grim means, but you can't say Thanatos?" "Thea taught me that word while we were reading! I know lots of big words! But Fanningtoes is hard." She touted as Thanatos finally remembered what he'd set out to do. With a thunk of his scythe, the world twisted around her in a chilled warmth that soothed all her fears.

11. Bengal Azuza (Child OC) from Bashful Beginnings with Bengal

— not sure if this will actually be an extension of Bashful Beginnings with Bengal, or if I'll make it a part of her growing up into a teen years, but it's cute enough to share nevertheless!

When Dorian Fisher asked Bengal to join him on a trip to the interactive planetarium, she knew that one day they'd be married. They'd been best friends since Kindergarten, but now she was in 2nd grade. And 2nd grade was a big deal! She was practically a grown-up! "Bengal, honey, you are not wearing that while you're out with Dorian." Her mother laughed before wiping off the bright purple lipstick masterpiece covering her face. "But Mommy, I'm going on a date!" She pouted as she squirmed away from the wet wipe in her mother's hand. "A play date, little love." Her mother caressed her cheek and then kissed the top of her head. A horn sounded outside. "Oh, that must be them. Come on, my tigerlily." As soon as she saw Dorian walking up the sidewalk, she barreled into him. "Hey, Bengal! Did you read the newest Dragon Scales book?" He hugged her briefly and guided her to the car, where their mothers already spoke about the details. "Mommy said the order is late. So I can't read it yet." Bengal frowned. How was she supposed to be a true Dragon Cadet if she hadn't caught up on the adventures of Casey and Joel?! "You can borrow mine if you want." Dorian smiled.

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Sukuna letting y♡u doll him up!

Warning(s): minor cursing Requests open (for this AU only) Masterlist (check for more AU content!) Note: I'm sorry this one is so short. I really wanted to post another chapter so you guys weren't waiting so long for the next update. (This snippet takes place after further into their relationship. Remember there is no order- they are just snippets.)

“This is stupid,” Sukuna grumbled from where he sat on the floor, legs crossed like he was back in elementary school.

Rolling your eyes, you grab his outstretched hand. “It is not stupid.  If it is, why did you agree?” 

“Lapse of judgment,” he muttered. 

Just then, the front door to Sukuna’s house opened, revealing a familiar pink-haired high schooler. “Uncle, I’m home.” Yuji rounded the corner to the living room, his face brightening when he spots you. “Oh! I didn’t know you were coming over today, y/n.”

You shrug, turning back to Sukuna after greeting Yuji. “It was unexpected.”

“More like you showed up at my doorstep, ” Sukuna added, his brows narrowed in mock annoyance. Wrinkling your nose teasingly at your boyfriend, you resumed inspecting his nails. “You shouldn’t have given me your address then,” you jeered. 

“I didn’t know you were  insane.” he muttered, clicking his tongue.

You looked at Sukuna through your lashes. His eyes followed your hands as they gently held his. Despite his grumbling and complaining, he sat perfectly still, letting you do whatever you wanted with his hands.

Dropping his backpack beside the couch, Yuji plopped down and curiously watched the two of you. His eyes flickered to the open pink bag beside you, spotting a nail file. He gasped and leaned forward to get a better look. 

“Are you doing his nails?” he asks. 

“Yes!” you answered enthusiastically. 

“No,” Sukuna interjected. 

You deadpanned, looking at Sukuna, but he didn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he cast his narrowed eyes onto his nephew. You sighed, releasing Sukuna’s hand. He glanced at you, wondering why you let go. Turning to Yuji, you smiled,

“I can do yours, Yuji since your uncle seems to be very against me doing his.” 

Yuji beams, nodding his head furiously in agreement.

“Hell no.” Sukuna's deep voice cut through the happy atmosphere. 

Yuji whined, begging his uncle to let him get his nails done. Siding with Yuji, you also demanded answers from your boyfriend, claiming that he obviously didn’t want his nails done, so it should be okay for Yuji to get his done instead. 

“I don’t want her to touch your grubby hands.” Sukuna said, smirking. 

“Grubby hands?!” Yuji shrieks, his voice cracking slightly. “My hands are not grubby.” Yuji waves his hands in the air, almost as if he was showing the world his clean hands. 

“I live with you. I know you’re grubby.” Sukuna teased, a faint smile playing on his lips. His arms were crossed over his chest, his posture poised with amusement. 

“Enough.” You interjected, cutting off the two males. They both look at you, their matching colored eyes meeting your irked expression. “Here is what we will do,” you begin, leaning back until your hands brush against the fabric of your tote bag. Grabbing the bag, you retrieve a slim green packet. “Since your uncle has suddenly had a change of heart,” you state, eyeing your boyfriend watching the frown form on his lips at the implication of your words. You knew full well he was jealous of the thought of you doting on Yuji instead of him. “You can use this.” You hold up the packet, watching Yuji take it and inspect it with a raised brow.

“It’s a face mask,” you inform him. Yujis mouth formed into an ‘O’ in recognition, his eyes once again beaming in delight. He jumps up from the couch before you can say anything else, exclaiming how he had heard about face masks from Nobora before he runs off to the bathroom.

Once again alone with Sukuna, you finally face the man. Holding out your palm, Sukuna grumbles but follows your silent demand, placing his hand in yours. Grabbing your nail file, you set to work, practicing the well known motions from doing your own nails. 

“You would think at 32 you would be more mature.”

“Watch it, brat.”

Giggling softly, you focused intently on his hands, unaware of Sukuna’s gaze fixed on your face. You don’t notice the way his eyes soften as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration or how you hunch over, completely immersed in your task. To him, it was an endearing sight, though he would rather die than admit that. 

“What color do you want? I only brought three, so you can only choose from those,” you chirped after filing his nails to your liking. Raising his brow, Sukuna eyed the options you presented. 

“What the hell are those?” he grits out, practically oozing annoyance. The three colors you offered were pink, yellow, and purple- shades Sukuna would never have chosen to wear, much less have painted on his nails. 

“What?” you drawled, feigning innocence. You knew exactly what you were doing when you grabbed these specific colors before leaving the house. Raising the bottles into his direct line of vision, you urge him to pick. “C’mon, c’mon, or I’ll pick for you, and trust me, I think this pink will match your hair perfectly.”

Cursing under his breath, Sukuna motions toward the purple polish, the darkest shade you had brought, closer to indigo. At that moment, Yuji returns, no longer in his school uniform but in comfortable house clothes. What caught your attention, though, was the tiger-eared headband keeping his hair out of his face as he wore the face mask. 

“Oh my God, Yuji! That’s so freaking cute!” You squealed.  Yuji sits on the couch, unresponsive, looking at you with a serious expression. Before you could ask what was wrong, he shoved his phone in your face, showing you a message on the screen.

‘I called Nobora. She said I can’t smile or talk with the mask on or else I’ll get wrinkles :( ‘

You couldn’t help but snort in amusement, wondering if Nobora actually believed that or just wanted to tease Yuji. You were certain it was the latter. Turning back to Sukuna, you resumed your work, meticulously cutting his cuticles, shaping his nails, and doing everything needed to make his hands look perfect. Much to Sukuna’s dismay, he was forced to stay in one sport the entire time you worked on him. 

It got to the point where Yuji turned on the TV, watching a random show, and even Sukuna began to watch as well. He had no idea who people enjoyed this- sitting in the same spot, working on such delicate things as nails. Time passed in silence as you focused on your task, allowing your boys to watch TV without interruption. Sukuna didn’t move an inch as you coated his nails in the deep purple nail polish. You were positive he hadn’t even realized you had already painted his nails; there was no other explanation for why you were getting away with what you were currently doing. 

A little over an hour passed before you finally finished. Yuji was now asleep on the couch, his face mask half-off as a result. Admiring your handiwork, you nudged Sukuna gently. He peeled his eyes away from the TV, his gaze slightly bloodshot from staring at the screen for so long. 

“I’m done,” you grinned. Sukuna arches an eyebrow and looks at his nails for the first time since you began. His face instantly fell, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a sneer. “What the hell is this?”

“Aren’t they cute?” you replied. 

“You put fucking… what are these?” He hissed, his voice dripping with incredulity. 

“They’re nail charms.” you say it so simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Each nail was adorned with a various Hello Kitty themed charm, a pink bow on both of his middle fingers. He couldn’t even recall when you had brought out the nail glue to do all this. 

“I’m going to kill you,” he snarls, lips curling back in distaste as he stares at his nails. 

“Sure, sure,” you reply, unfazed by his empty threats. Grabbing his hand, you take out your phone. “Now hold still. I want to take some pictures.”

Snapping  a few photos, you laugh to yourself in excitement as you review them. You were too busy admiring your work through the screen to notice Sukuna examining his nails more closely, cocking his head to the side in contemplation. Despite the initial shock, he had to admit they weren’t badly done at all. 

Bonus!!

“Um, Boss?” A nervous voice called out in the eerily silent office. The man tasked with assisting Sukuna with work documents shifted his weight from side to side, unsure of what to do. He had been talking to his boss for the past few minutes about the upcoming meeting, but it was clear that Sukuna was not listening. Sukuna’s focus was on his hands, specifically his nails. He watched the office lights glint off the charms, his thoughts entirely captivated by you. 

“You will have to come back later,” a female voice interjected, startling the man. Uraume, Sukuna’s personal assistant, now stood beside him, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. She observed her boss with a blank expression, her eyes following Sukuna’s gaze to his hands. 

“It seems Mister Ryomen is preoccupied by staring at his girly nails.”

The male visibly shrinks in fear at Uraume’s words, which seemed to snap Sukuna out of his daze. His palms slammed against the desk in anger, a dangerous snarl on his lips. “Get the hell out before I rip out both your spines.”

“Yes, Sir,” Uraume replies calmly, exiting without another comment. The man hastily follows, terrified of what might happen if he were trapped in the office alone with his boss. Only after the office door was completely shut did Sukuna sit in his chair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering just how much of a lovesick idiot you make him. 

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A Mothers World

This is technically part of my Uncle!Sukuna series, but it is not required to read nor do you have to read the previous parts :) this was just a little idea I had when writing part 7 that i wanted to write about but didn't know how to add naturally into the story. so instead, here's a little snippet/flashback of Chosos' birth/reader going through labor! I have not given birth or know much about it, so if there's any incorrect info or inaccurate descriptions, i apologize. I hope yall enjoy!!

36 hours. That's how long you had been in labor. 36 long, sweaty, painful hours. 15 of them, you spent alone. Well, other than the nurses and doctors that surrounded you.

By hour 10, you were already feeling drained. You just wanted him out, wanted to be done with the stuffy hospital and the overwhelming smell of chemicals.

By hour 21, your patience had worn too thin. So went Shoko finally rushed into the room, you barely looked at her before demanding to know where she had been. Shoko didn't even blink, not at all put off by your short behavior, as she told you she got on the first plane she could to get here, but could only do so so fast. She also didn't blink when you started crying, apologizing for snapping at her unfairly. She just held your hand, telling you drink water, making sure you were as comfortable as possible.

By hour 30, you were about ready to reach inside and pull him out. Contractions were bad, getting worse by the hour it felt, and you were starting to question every decision that led you to this point. Shoko smirked every time you insisted that you would never go through this again, despite having always said you wanted multiple children. She tried to comfort you with distractions, asking about work, telling you about hers, boring things like that. Nothing worked for too long.

By 36, you were pushing. Shoko stood by your head, holding your hand. You were squeezing her hard enough that she had to grit her teeth, but she didn't mention it at the time. You were screaming, barely able to hear the doctors and nurses attempts at soothing you with words. At the final push, you were sure you were about to pass out. Maybe you did. All you remember is one moment you were screaming, pushing your baby out as hard as you could, and the next, you could hear the sounds of his cries.

Between the effects of labor, and hearing your son cry for the first time, you laid in the hospital bed with tears running down your cheeks as you waited to be able to hold him. It didn't take long before you saw a nurse bringing you your baby, wrapped in a blue blanket and one of those hospital hats. You couldn't stop the tears or your smile as you carefully take him into your arms.

You smile down at your son, already falling in love with the beautiful boy. His small hand grips your finger as you gently rub his cheek, and you swear your entire world brightens when his little eyes open and he looks up at you.

"Hi my precious boy." You whisper tearfully, watching him with stars in your eyes. He squeezes your finger slightly, and although you knew he didn't know what he was doing and had no muscle control, you let yourself believe that he was saying hello back. You gently kissed his head, holding him to your chest. Unable and unwilling to take your eyes off of him, you watch as his eyes close again, the smile never leaving your lips as you look down at your world.

The rest of it is smooth sailing, and when you finally get back home, you immediately take your son, Choso, to his nursery. He wouldn't be sleeping there yet, but you had designed it just for him, and you wanted it to be one of the first places he knew. So as you sat with him in the rocking chair you had in the corner, quietly humming and watching him once again, you imagined him growing up in that very space.

Thinking about the years to come with your son made those painful 36 hours worth it in every way.

i got this idea from the phil collins song "You'll be in my Heart" lol it's short, and very vague cause i know next to nothing about child birth, but i hope yall can enjoy :)

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Time for Mundane Unclekuna Wednesday #3!

I'm on the penultimate chapter (#6) now, and since I'm stubbornly sticking to my parallel PoV structure, this should end with just seven chapters.

This does mean the word counts are uneven as fuck though. So far, we've got 6.1k, 5.1k, 2.8k, 9.6k, and 11.5k for Chapters 1 to 5, respectively. Chapter 6 is 3.8k and counting, with at least two major sex scenes left to tackle.

Have some goyuu this week! And if you're wondering why there's been a marked absence of porn in the WIPWed snippets so far, it's because I'm edging you.

Ah, Satoru realizes. This is guilt.

“Yuuji,” he says, “I’m sorry.”

Perfect incomprehension greets his apology.

Yuuji says, “Huh?”

“The meeting on Wednesday,” Satoru clarifies. “I provoked your uncle with my behavior. I don’t claim to be a model teacher in any sense, but that was incredibly irresponsible of me. I should’ve realized that you’d be the one suffering the consequences—and it looks like you have. I—”

“Woah, woah, wait, sensei, hold up!” Yuuji raises both hands, and with how close they’re standing, they’re practically planted on Satoru’s chest; a sweet chill seeps into his skin through his shirt. “You’ve got it all wrong. Sukuna didn’t…hurt me because of you. It was me.”

“Yuuji,” Satoru starts gently—

“Trust me,” Yuuji cuts in, with a vehemence that does absolutely nothing to make Satoru trust him—not in this, not ever. “Sukuna’s always been an asshole, I’m not excusing that, but this was… this was on me.”

“Nothing,” Satoru says firmly, “you did would’ve warranted him laying hands on you.”

Yuuji laughs. It’s a short, hastily stifled sound, but the genuine amusement there is chilling.

“Sorry, sorry,” Yuuji says, his mouth settling into a crooked smile. “It’s just…funny, thinking of Sukuna listening to something like that. I know you only talked to him for a little bit, sensei, but c’mon, you gotta know the kind of guy he is.”

“I have a good idea.” Satoru curls one hand into a tight fist, keeps the other gentle on Yuuji’s face. “Do you need help?”

Yuuji blinks. “Help with that?”

“Getting rid of your uncle.”

“Wow. Okay.” Yuuji seems taken aback—not horrified, which is a good sign, but pretty shocked. “That sounds, uh, ominous. No, it’s fine, Sukuna’s just—wait, how would you even go about doing that?”

“I have my ways.” And he shouldn’t, probably, but he can’t help adding, “I already sent one violent asshole to jail and nabbed his kid. I can do it again.”

This time, Yuuji’s laughter is longer and brighter, sending warmth instead of ice through Satoru’s veins. He watches a little helplessly as Yuuji’s eyes crinkle shut, happily playing the part of a support beam as Yuuji clutches him and doubles over, his head pushing into Satoru’s chest.

It’s not really that funny. Or maybe it is. Yuuji can clearly use the laugh.

His eyes are wet when he straightens up. He wipes them off on his sleeve, one hand still clutching Satoru’s arm. He reaches across himself to lay his own hand over it, only holding. Yuuji’s knuckles are sticky under his palm.

“You should never say that to Fushiguro,” Yuuji tells him.

“Too late!” Satoru chirps.

Yuuji lets out another bark of laughter, and for a moment, it looks like he’ll descend into another manic fit, but then he shakes it off, physically, bouncing a little in place while staring at Satoru with beautifully bright eyes.

“Thank you, Gojou-sensei,” Yuuji says, the sincerity in it freezing Satoru’s breath in his lungs. “But you don’t need to worry about me.”

Satoru looks pointedly at Yuuji’s mouth; his intentions are pure enough, if only because of the way the cut there makes his blood boil. “I disagree.”

Yuuji just grins wide. “You want to be my dad that bad?”

Satoru chokes on air. “What.”

Yuuji grins wider, a menace from eyes to mouth. “I mean, you did compare me to Fushiguro, and he’s your—”

“Ward,” Satoru cuts in emphatically. “He’s my ward. Don’t look at me like that, Yuuji! I’m too young to spawn!”

“If you say so,” Yuuji says, audibly skeptical.

“I am,” Satoru whines.

“Yes, sensei,” Yuuji mollifies him. “I’m glad anyway.”

“Oh?”

Yuuji shrugs, the kind of nonchalance that shows it’s anything but. “I, uh, really don’t want you to have…fatherly feelings for me.”

“I don’t,” Satoru says, mouth moving before his mind can warn against it; he wouldn’t have listened anyway. But the least he can do it give Yuuji a warning to go with the confession: “You shouldn’t be so happy about that, Yuuji. It’s the kinder option.”

Yuuji ducks his head, looking down at the floor between their feet with a faint smile that sends a prickling sensation up Satoru’s spine.

“Sukuna said you’d eat me alive,” he says, eyes still downcast.

Satoru’s hand flexes, pressing Yuuji’s hand more firmly against his own arm. If it hurts, Yuuji doesn’t show it; the face that tilts up to look Satoru in the eye is calm and resolute. There’s danger there.

A want, a warning.

“Did he now?” Satoru murmurs. “And what do you think?”

“I believe him,” Yuuji says simply.

“I see.”

“It’s not a bad thing. You said it’s not kinder but—” Yuuji shrugs again, except it seems to make his body wind up tighter. “But it’s better than you feeling nothing. And it’s definitely better than you wanting to be my dad.”

Satoru chuckles, but the amusement doesn’t penetrate past the skin. The world has narrowed to Yuuji and the scant space between their bodies. Satoru’s keenly aware of his own—the ice in his bones, the heat in his veins.

“I wonder about that,” Satoru says quietly. “It’s easy to look, Yuuji. Touch rots.”

Yuuji shivers, suppressed and all the more delicate for it.

He says, “You touch me all the time. You’re touching me now.”

“So I am.” Satoru loosens his grip, doesn’t let go; he runs his thumb over Yuuji’s busted knuckles and knows with bone-deep certainty that the way Yuuji gasps has nothing to do with the pain. “Have you tasted it yet—the rot?”

“Yes.”

Satoru sees it coming. Yuuji broadcasts it, with blazing eyes and burning care that say he wants to be seen, perceived, allowed, wanted.

Satoru does, even the parts he shouldn’t. And when Yuuji’s mouth finally finds his own, Satoru takes it.

Yuuji’s mouth tastes like blood and heat, a metallic bite that seeps into Satoru’s tongue and down his throat, dissolving into bland warmth somewhere deep. A part of him that’s divorced from it all, a passenger in his own flesh, notes that there’s a metaphor there somewhere—the essence of youth, a monster’s maw.

But the rest of him, all the vital parts, are caught on this boy’s mouth as it tries so sweetly to devour him.

Yuuji’s done this before, that much is clear from the start, and Satoru’s relieved about that even as he shelves a fantasy or three. His tongue is hotly clever around Satoru’s own and both bold and greedy as it pushes into Satoru’s mouth, tasting him deep with a groan that trembles through both their mouths. His fingers sink into Satoru’s arm hard enough to bruise, and Satoru allows it, thumb still pressed to those torn knuckles.

Blood staining his hands feels apt even as the taste of blood in Yuuji’s mouth is chased away by the wet twisting of their tongues, leaving behind a heady heat that eats through Satoru slowly, sweetly, steadily.

He breaks the kiss before he does something Yuuji really will regret.

Yuuji chases his mouth—just a little mindless motion, strangled before he catches Satoru.

Satoru still licks his lips, tasting the potential there, and Yuuji’s pupils grow even bigger, liquid black swallowing soft brown. It’s a hell of an expression—the hunger that’s hunted Satoru across classrooms and corridors tripled in intensity.

“Behave,” Satoru murmurs, more to himself than Yuuji.

Yuuji lets out a heavy breath, nostril flaring. “Isn’t it too late for that?”

“Not yet,” Satoru says, except he’s not sure how true it is. Lines have been crossed, but this is a little moment in time far from the school grounds they both haunt most days of the week. They can pretend it never happened.

They won’t. But they could.

Yuuji just looks at him like he knows what Satoru isn’t saying.

Scary, that.

“That’s why we fought,” Yuuji says suddenly, the words quick and oddly toneless. “On Wednesday, I mean. I kissed him. I kissed Sukuna.”

Satoru’s brain stalls out.

“You kissed…Sukuna. Your uncle Sukuna.”

“Yep.”

Satoru imagines it. Tries to. The images come easily enough. They’re just very surreal.

He tries to connect that to what he knows, what he’s seen. The way Sukuna looks at Yuuji, the way Yuuji touches Satoru. That one meeting with the three of them, the undercurrents there.

It…fits.

Huh.

“Hey, sensei?” Yuuji calls, dispelling the new, gleaming web of connection trying to brand itself into Satoru’s brain. “Do you still think Sukuna shouldn’t have hurt me?”

“Yes,” Satoru says immediately. “You’re a child, he’s an adult. There’s no question here.”

Hypocrite, whispers that voice.

Satoru squashes it. He knows. But that doesn’t change the truth of what he said, and he’ll get that through this boy’s head even if he has to channel Nanami for it.

Yuuji’s staring at him again, eyes intent but mouth nervous. He’s chewing on his lip, the tip of a canine peeking out.

Satoru reaches out and tugs that lip out from under Yuuji’s teeth. “You’ll bleed again.”

Yuuji hums. Satoru drops his hand.

It’s caught, Yuuji’s calloused palm wrapping around it—more desperate than romantic.

“He knew, before,” Yuuji says. “And we fight all the time. It’s Sukuna. I’ve done worse to him. It wasn’t the kiss. It wasn’t the…rest of it. Not really. It was you, sensei. He was so pissed because I didn’t just want him anymore, I wanted you too.”

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I just want to say that l love the writing format of the most recent uncle sukuna chapter in the beginning. Will you be doing more of that in the future because it’s like reading a story! Instead of Unkle Sukuna who for each sub section, it was written in story form. I loved the change up. The flow was so beautiful.

Thank you so much for reading!! I'm so glad you like the format, and thank you for the feedback!

To answer your question, I can! I haven't really worried much about a specific format, but I do find myself writing like the most recent format when I start each chapter. I tend to ramble and forget about doing the Uncle Sukuna subheading (?). So it might slip my mind to stick towards a specific one, but I'll try to only use the Uncle Sukuna heading when i want to emphasize those small snippet moments and/or jumps in time :)

thank you again for the feedback, and I hope you have a lovely day <3