For you, always 💗

You've already seen the "core" of the idea here. Most of what I have are scattered bits of world-building or character/relationship details, not all of which is coherent outside of my head yet. Actually, even I was squinting at parts like "what the fuck is this supposed to mean?" But here are some of the more interesting, understandable bits.

CWs: dubcon, infidelity

*banging pots and pans together* Goyuu gremlins, come get y'all fucking juice.

I say this as if I'm not inundating you in goyuu every week, but Gojou has been conspicuously absent from my current WIP for...10 chapters and over 70k words. A major character and one half of the endgame ship, and he shows up halfway through the story—JJK has got me making more and more novel (in terms of my writing) narrative choices with each fic.

Gotta say, it feels great to get back into writing Gojou. Last time I tackled him was at the end of September, for the fem!Gojou no-powers oneshot. The necrofic from October beginning has a lot of Gojou, sure, but he's a...well, a corpse. Sinking back into goyuu banter and interactions felt like coming home.

Now, here's Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #9, featuring Gojou Sluttoru Satoru in the flesh.

So. That's happening. And by "happening," I mean I have nearly the full fic already outlined.

Still hate the ship! I'll write it though. It splits into sukuita and goyuu by the end anyway.

Chapters: 4/7 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Shibuya Incident Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Post-Shibuya Incident Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Not Compliant With the Culling Game Arc, Underage Sex, Teacher-Student Relationship, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Angst and Porn, Developing Relationship, Deception, Lack of Communication, Temporarily Disabled Character, Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 3 of there's a lover in the story (but the story's still the same)

Summary:

Satoru navigates the aftermath of an accidental de-aging incident that led to his own teen self romancing and bedding his favorite student. Meanwhile, October 31st creeps closer.

Chapter 4:

Writing Tōji–Yuuji interactions for the demon fic might have been a mistake because

Chapters: 6/9 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Post-Chapter 236: Heading South, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Underage Sex, Tragic Romance, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Summary:

Satoru goes north. Yuuji is a casualty.

Chapter 6:

“Good evening, Yuuji,” Satoru greets without turning around. “I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you at all today. What’s the matter—got hungry?”

There are a few seconds of silence, pregnant with a thousand unsaid things.

“Not really,” Yuuji says eventually. Another moment and then— “I was right here.”

“Oh?”

“If you wanted to see me, I was right here.”

“Ah, but I didn’t say I wanted to see you.”

Yuuji says nothing.

Teasers for this month's planned updates! They're 200–300 words each and also unedited. I'm also queuing this up while exceptionally sleepy, so if anything's mixed up, welp in advance.

Chapter 6/9 of everything burned, as promised

He turns around. Yuuji doesn’t flinch.

Satoru crosses the distance between them, slow enough that Yuuji has plenty of time to retreat. He doesn’t, of course. He doesn’t move at all, not even when Satoru comes to a stop within breathing distance of him. He does tilt his head up, meeting Satoru’s eyes through a few inches of heavy air and thick fabric.

Brave, beautiful fool.

Satoru curls a hand around his throat.

Yuuji still doesn’t flinch.

Under Satoru’s palm, there’s a soft, steady pulse. No fear, no arousal. Only a flesh mirror of the dead-eyed serenity on Yuuji’s face. Satoru tightens his grip, and Yuuji’s eyelids flutter slightly. It’s almost beatific.

Satoru considers it.

The finger is there, waiting, and Yuuji is here, also waiting. Maybe Satoru was also waiting—for this day, this date. There’s a seductive appeal to ending this on the twenty-fourth of December, a day that’s already witnessed so many endings and beginnings. It’d be poetic.

Satoru could confine all his grief to one single day.

Fingers brush the inside of his wrist, the touch unspeakably gentle. It grows bolder, firmer, but Yuuji doesn’t pull Satoru’s hand away from his throat. He only holds it, with a care that says he’s afraid Satoru might be the one to break.

He says, “It’s alright, Satoru.”

Satoru lets him go as if burned.

Writing Log: September and October 2024

Merging the logs because I didn't do a lot of fandoming last month. Well, I did, but it's been pretty scattered. That's not ideal! I work best with a solid but self-imposed routine, but my schedule has been all over the place. September wasn't bad that way, but canon coming to a close wasn't really sparking joy. I'm mostly over that now, I think—just gotta not think about some plot holes and general underwhelming developments (unless it is to forcibly fill those holes—heh).

Anyway, like in August, writing was sporadic and incremental in both September and October. November would have been the same, but the vacation I had planned got cancelled, so it'll likely be business as usual. I don't know if I can finish my current long WIP this month, but I'm hoping to put a bigger dent in it than I managed the last two months.

the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb [JJK, sukuita and goyuu; Yuuji moves into a small isolated town after his grandpa’s death and acquires a demon fixated on him as well as a demon hunter more interested in him than in the demon]: 47,347

lipstick chemtrails [JJK, goyuu ft. fem!Gojou; Gojou helps herself to her favorite student's mouth, and he helps himself to a hell of a lot more]: 9,584

you were made in the image of god (i was not) [JJK, goyuu; Gojou refuses to rot, and Yuuji refuses to move on]: 9,911

Total:

Sept: 35,285

Oct: 31,557

Adding these in, my total unedited word count for JJK is now 1,113,386.

Meanwhile, the plot bunny list has grown...considerably. The total is now 113, but I might go through the list and axe a couple that don't quite spark joy after how the manga ended.

The necrofic idea should also be in this list, but since I've already finished it, there's no need.

Hello, tis time for Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #8 👁

I've spent most of this week wrangling work and being #tired, hence why some 10 asks are still sitting untouched in my inbox. Writing has also been sparse. Not irregular, just happening in small increments. Still, I've crossed 62k, and the fic has gained a chapter. I'm also almost done with the first half. Still no Gojou! But soon.

Click through for a demon version of OG form Sukuna and Malevolent Shrine—and his monster dick. And also dubcon-noncon, you know the drill.

Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #7—and showing no signs of stopping. It doesn't help that my writing pace has been relatively slow and scattered last month and this one, so I'm covering less of the narrative in a month than I used to. We'll see if November is more chill.

The fic is now 53k, and I've just started Chapter 09. The story is only approaching the halfway mark, and Gojou has yet to show up—next chapter or the one after though!

This week's entry features Tōji and Yuuji, with a little bit of sleeping!Megumi. It's my first time actually writing Tōji, and I gotta say, it's fun. Didn't mean for him to come across...like that, but well. It fits.

Enjoy?

*waves tiredly* Hi, it's Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #6. We skipped two weeks. The WIP Wednesdays should continue steadily from now on, but I likely won't resume posting regularly to Ao3 until November.

This fic's now 46k and maybe halfway into Chapter 8—which is one of the major turning points. Been having fun poking at that. But that's very spoilery, so here's Sukuna edging Yuuji for fun and profit from Chapter 7.

After my lil break to write fem!Gojou and corpse!Gojou, I've resumed poking at the demon/hunter sukuita+goyuu fic, which is 40k plus and still all sukuita. Had to reread the whole thing to get a feel for it again, but I'd say I'm back on track: Sukuna continues to be a menace, and Yuuji continues to suffer sexily.

Fingers slide into his hair, fisting tight.

Yuuji hisses as his head’s yanked back, baring his throat and forcing him to look up at the sneering bastard.

“Stubborn,” Sukuna says, amusement dark in his voice. His other hand also descends, and Yuuji bares his teeth, not that it stops the touch that digs into his cheek, a too-sharp nail denting the skin—and tearing it, the sting hotter and deeper than a knife’s kiss. A fiery line is drawn down Yuuji’s face, from cheek to jaw, and when Sukuna draws his hand back, there’s blood on his fingertip.

Yuuji’s unsurprised when that finger vanishes between plump lips, but the worst part is that the heat twisting his guts isn’t pure disgust.

“Asshole,” he grits out anyway, the angle of his throat making him pay for every word.

Sukuna hums around his finger, superbly unconcerned. It pops out without a sound, glistening wetly in the candlelight.

“As expected,” Sukuna declares softly, “the blood shows true.”

Yuuji’s uncomfortably aware of the stinging cut on his cheek, dripping slow warmth down his face and throat. “Let me go.”

Sukuna does just that, so sudden that Yuuji damn near faceplants on the floor. It’s Sukuna’s leg he catches himself on, suffocating for a moment in the dark cloth spilling down the altar, and his arms are too slow to obey the command to get the fuck away.

He fights free of the bastard and his goddamned clothes to find himself panting under an infuriatingly familiar smirk.

“Undress me.”

Yuuji’s mind stutters, again. “Huh?”

Sukuna uncrosses his leg, the boot thudding into Yuuji’s shoulder and forcing him up onto his knees, and he almost topples over, his entire body weak from the strange, writhing pain that took over his limbs while hollowing out his bones, and it’s instinct to seek balance, except he finds it in Sukuna’s fucking leg again, smooth cloth and thick muscle filling up his grip.

The boot slides down to his chest, bruising the path.

Yuuji’s hand moves with it.

“Go on,” Sukuna murmurs, in the same quiet, sure tone he had when he told Yuuji to crawl. “Take it off.”

“Fuck no.”

“Use your hands,” he says as if Yuuji didn’t even speak, “before I make you use your mouth.”

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Heavy Angst, Necrophilia, Cuddling & Snuggling, Tenderness, Anal Sex, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

Satoru refuses to rot; Yuuji refuses to let go.

Delighted to announce that the corpse has been fucked!

This is the most milquetoast necrophilia fic to ever exist though. I don't think I'll be going further even in future stories. I do enjoy a bit of snuff kink, and I definitely like writing Yuuji getting frisky with Gojou's corpse, but full-on corpsefucking has one party being too passive for my taste. Plus, the frankly gross things death does to a body means that I'll need to do either major handwaving or magical/sci-fi shit to keep the corpse in a condition that won't squick me out.

But I enjoyed writing this fic. It helped me get a better handle on post-canon Yuuji and also get some JJK ending feels out of my system. Now I can go back to ignoring the ending in peace while picking and choosing what I like from the final arc as a whole.

Word Finding Tag Game

Tagged by @joeys-piano ❤️

My words are spirit, dare, fight, door

I have two WIPs currently: the sukuita+goyuu demon/hunter longfic and the goyuu corpsefucking oneshot (... twoshot).

Two from you were made in the image of god (i was not)—the corpsefucking fic:

Spirit

He leaves Gojou’s face alone and holds his hand instead. It’s soft and warm. It doesn’t hold him back.

“Sorry,” he says again. “Didn’t think I’d run so late. We cleared out Ikebukuro though! Cursed spirits, Culling Game players—all of it. The awakened ones were cooperative this time. Maybe they felt everything that happened yesterday? No incarnated ones left there either. Honestly, I was pretty relieved. I guess that’s selfish, but…” Yuuji sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’m just tired, I think. We have eight colonies left, and it’s not like the players are staying inside them anymore. Guess we should’ve thought that rule through a little better.”

Door

It’s the boy who makes Shouko's eyes ache to flinch away from the view. She doesn’t allow it, circling around the wooden platform they’re lying on so that she can see more than just Itadori’s broad back. He has a habit of sleeping with his back to the door—no, with his body between the door and the corpse.

Itadori is still smaller than the corpse. It hasn’t diminished any in death. He’s curled around it like he can tuck it into the space between his ribs.

Two from the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb—the demon/hunter fic:

Dare

His other hand clamps down on a strong shoulder, digging into the muscle there through the thick fabric over it, rougher than he’d ever dare with anyone else, but Sukuna doesn’t flinch or even make a sound, and when Yuuji pries his eyes open, he finds those rings of red boring into him from under hooded lids.

He doesn’t like that, even as it makes his gut clench and cock throb. There’s something endlessly unsettling about the way Sukuna looks at him, especially when they’re so close.

Fight

“Pretty sure that counts as praise coming from your dad.”

“That’s not a good thing,” Fushiguro mutters darkly.

“He is pretty scary,” Yuuji confesses. “Especially when he’s fighting. Never thought I’d almost die in a spar before. I still don’t know why I agreed to that.”

Tagging, no pressure, @tozettastone @nyaightlight @celticrune @quackingcrow420 @greyhavensking

Your words are vein, power, matter, and cling.