Six Chambers, One Bullet

His stomach mouth is his ONLY give away for how he’s feeling. His face is stone cold, unchanging, unmoving… his stomach mouth got a blep tho. Probably means he’s humored or in a pleasant neutral mood. Sometimes it talks too, which I imagine it’s a LOT deeper and graveled. The bigger the vocal cords and mouth the deeper and more rumbled the sounds. It doesn’t talk often but when it does it’s his subconscious thought or he’s actively controlling it. He’s bored and Kenjaku is rambling? His face is still but his stomach just, “boooorrreeeeddddd.”

He’s a physical contact and gifts kind of guy. He likes getting you gifts because it’s a display of he has the power to get you it, that he’s in a place where he can get you gifts and not struggling like when he was a little guy. He doesn’t want to acknowledge that’s why he wants to get you things but he does. Normally it’s foods, your favorite or weird shit he wants to try with you. As for physical affection, spar with him on god it’s his love language. Draw blood, bruise each other, collapse all sweaty and tired, laugh about it, shit talk each other. He admires the strength and passion, it shows you see him and the things he likes.

He wants you to try human at least once. Just try it, a little bit. He won’t be upset if you don’t like it but don’t spit it out because you aren’t allowed to disrespect Uraume’s cooking like that.

He’s gonna vanish at times, off to god knows what. He’ll always come back tho, just might be a week.

Do not pity him. Do not try to talk about his past and try to tell him you’re sorry it happened and you wish it was different. He is proud of who he is and he wouldn’t be himself if none of it happened. He’s not a “victim” he’s not someone who needs coddling. Acknowledge his strength and that he’s the victor of a war he carries in silence. He’s a person beyond his past.

He likes stupid dramas and comedies. Madea is his shit. Super Troopers? That shit is so stupid and hilarious.

He likes poetry and flowers, he does. Impress him with a bouquet that has meaning, write him poems like wakas(traditional heian poetry) he’ll love it and be amused by it.

He’s got this warm flush to his cheeks but you can tell even after however many drinks it’s only a light buzz. Poison resistance — or was it immunity — will do that to you. Nonetheless, there he is, Yuji Itadori.

He’s your senior by a year, which for sorcerers still felt like a big gap, especially since he’s gone on to be a special grade. Everyone always says he’s a really chill guy but his resting face certainly can be intimidating! So when you over heard Kugisaki saying he’s “free use”, it just so happens you were trying to hook up.

The Jujustu nerd, trying to learn it’s every in and out, the applications and history. Yeah, major nerd. Basically every sorcerer knows you as this nerd, so you’re hoping Itadori doesn’t recognize you as his under classman or “the nerd”.

You approach and his eyes flick over without turning his head, and for a moment his pupils are small and sharp, but then they widen with excitement. He smiles and calls, “hey! You’re my under classman right? The Nerd?”

Glass shatters. Courage vanishes. He could even recognize you through your costume!

“Soooo what are you doing here? Doesn’t seem like your scene,” he leans forward - clink - his eyes dart back to the cuffs. You glance as well, both of Yuji’s wrists were locked to the rails — and glancing down he’s got a tent pushing hard in his pants.

“Oh uhm- I actually- was going to- … trick or treat..?” you murmur embarrassed and hope the loud music would cover it so you could simply say “never mind!” and leave.

“Oh yeah? C’mere and turn around.”

The simple command had your heart pounding but you do as instructed. There’s a rush of cursed energy from behind and then you can feel it — him. Thick, long, twitch against your ass.

The stretch has got you rolling your eyes into the back of your head and you can hear those cuff clanking as he pulls and pulls. Finally he’s bottoming out and you’re shaking. He leans to your ear grinding against you, deep in you, “damn- bitch you’re tight- sorry hehe”

You’re still adjusting trying to stabilize your legs when he’s starting to hammer in to the beat, No Comma by Slayyyter. It’s dizzying feeling him bully into you, your first time and you’re being split open at a party. You open your mouth and go to moan, your legs trembling threatening to give out.

Blood slips out from Yuji’s wrists locking your wrists to his to stop you from falling. What you thought was going to be a secret quicky is now the party’s entertainment of the night. You fallen forward held up on Yuji’s dick and the blood cuffs chaining you to him as he pounds into you vigorously.

“Fuuuucckkkk- You’re so good on it, mnh, it’s always the shy ones huh? Secretly a whore? Love getting used like this, bitch?” He slurs and accentuates some words with a hard thrust. You’re seeing stars, your thighs are sticky with how much you’re dripping.

The crowd is watching, watching you, watching him. He seems to be enjoying it, cuffed and an audience watching him fuck into the nerd. It’s almost like he’s proving a point while your poor brain is mush.

“F-first-! First time!” You choke and he pauses a moment before going at it harder. You whine and moan drooling your walls squeezing and milking him and he’s loving it.

You gasp, a sudden wave of pleasure uncoiling in you as you cum. He moans and keeps fucking into you drawing out all of your filthy lewd noises. Some of the audience gives some cheers.

A pretty successful Halloween, with matching werewolf costumes that were total hits at the party! Inumaki was a white wolf and you a back wolf, he had fake chains and a spiky collar which when he first saw he kept mumbling something about “fell!Sans”. You on the other hand went for a sexy werewolf costume, almost like a dominatrix or leather daddy vibe.

The party had really GROSS looking burgers but they turned out to tasty pretty bomb. The buns were black, it had lettuce, a special spicy sauce, and a LOT of meat. Somehow they also got the drinks to look like it was glowing, Inumaki said there’s a secret compartment on the bottom of the cup that has a light in it the senses if there something in the cup but you’re not to sure.

As the night died down you both went back home laughing, goodie bags in your arms, and giving stupid howls at the moon. His arm always around your waist or hand locked with yours the whole time. It was cute, like he didn’t want to be without you!

Or so you thought.

“Bend over.”

His voice rumbles the command and you blank bending over the edge of his bed without much thought. Blinking back however there he is pressed against you with a happy teasing smile. You’re about to protest but he speaks again first, “Trick or treat.”

Your faces flushes and you smile, “Toge you dork!”

“Bark,” he muses back reaching down before - rrriiiiiiip-! He tears the seam of your pants pulling it open to your underwear. He unfastens his pants pulling himself out and starts grinding against you again.

A little sad your costume got ripped, but that can be fixed, you have better things to focus on right now. Like reaching for the condoms and snagging one out for him to which he gives you a little huff. The friction stops as he pulls back to wrap himself up, while you shimmy out of your costume as to not ruin it more.

Inumaki is very eager, lining himself up and spitting down onto himself to lube up. He presses and presses before pushing in with a slick ease. Ooohhh that stretch is good, the full feeling and the twitches he gives finally bottoming out with a whine leaning forward to kiss at your neck.

He’s slow to start, long drags so he can get you trying to bounce back onto him with little noises of “please- more please-“

“Woof,” is his only response as he bites your neck and his hips start snapping into yours like if he went hard enough he could push in deeper. Your sugary moans are all the treats and candy he’s looking for tonight, the way you squeeze and twitch around him- oh he’s such a good dog who gets the bone.

The smack, smack, smack, of your hips, the bed rocking, springs squeaking - it’s your own concert. The way he nips and sucks, licking at the bite marks and hickies only responding to you with “woof” and “bark”. The sound of his plastic chains still clacking, the pretty way that collar looks around his neck- the whine he gives when you grab it and pull it in to kiss him.

He’s a mess, his arm shaking to hold himself up as he feels himself getting closer and closer. You can feel your own release with how his tip keeps pushing and rubbing your silky sticky honey walls, how he’s trying to milk you for more moans. He jerks and bites your shoulder hard hips snapping forward as his rhythm vanishes into desperate bucking and fucking into your wet hole.

His release is quickly followed by your own as you squeeze and moan gripping the sheets as he pants and milks himself and your high. Finally coming down he pulls back before stiffening and giving a quiet, “spicy cod roe…”

PART ONE - Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

PART TWO - Sukuna, Mahito, Choso, Kenjaku

PART THREE - Todo, Yuta, Megumi, Yuji

PART FOUR - Ijichi, Uraume, Inumaki, Muta

Tengen.

Master of the barriers and the last hope for preventing the age of curses fully taking over. Guarded by the last sorcerer warriors who fight for the people and not just themselves. These warriors are Yuki Tsukumo, along with her two students, Aoi Todo and Nobara Kugusaki.

Tsukumo is the perfect teacher for Nobara you cannot change my mind.

Everyone is looking for Tengen because once they’re dead, curses run free, the age of curses truly begins, and cursed energy runs wild once more. Those three are the only ones guarding the Tomb of The Stars.

Geto wants to tell where the tomb is but he made a binding vow not too. He also has shame there so he doesn’t want to just go to it.

Nobara and Todo and really, REALLY, good friends. Todo showed her Takada and Nobara has really grown into her eccentrics. Tsukumo is so so proud of them.

Nobara’s evolved her cursed technique to something more modern and scary. She uses a gun now, a sniper specifically, that’s modified to do heavy lethal damage using bullets that can trigger resonance.

Todo is a mad man as usual.

Tsukumo is a mad woman as usual.

Tengen is a tree as usual.

Kiyotaka Ijichi runs perhaps the most important job out of everyone other than Tengen. A safe heaven for young sorcerers to be educated and trained to fight. He’s also no longer the same nervous man we know.

Since Gojo died no one could tell him to not become a sorcerer, which nearly lead to his death. The attack left him disfigured and grizzled, he’s missing his right eye and has burn scars covering his upper right half. His weapon of choice is a cursed tool called, “10 minute burner”.

10 minute burner is a chainsaw that when its engine is revved causes the wielder to move at Mach 1 for 10 minutes, and the chain of the chainsaw goes at Mach 3. Chainsaws are not good weapons because they just get fabric caught in them, but if its going at high speed that heat the metal up and cursed energy reinforced? That’s pretty lethal.

Ijichi is also far more grizzled, a near death experience will do that to you. His hair is slicked back and longer almost looking like he belongs in a mafia. He still wears a clean pressed suit though, but he wears fingerless gloves now and a dog tag. The dog tag has tally marks etched in for every sorcerer he’s seen die.

So where is this safe heaven? In Kyoto, it’s a hotel! They run it as a hotel to earn money and as a place for sorcerers to rest after missions. After the fall and deaths of Jujustu higher ups, along with the clans isolating or collapsing this hotel is basically the second last sorcerer fort.

When Sukuna was a young vengeful spirit was when he attracted a young girl, Yorozu. Now Yorozu was younger than him, by 5-6 years, however by their first meeting she’d decided by fate they were lovers. Sukuna at first was… interested in such an idea.

He had never been loved, was this what it looked like? Was this what it felt like? How could he know?

Yorozu used this.

“Yes! That is butterflies in your stomach! Love! It’s love! This is love!” She cheered fingers laced with his. She custom ordered him clothes, she fed him a lot, she was with him all of the time.

As they grew older, he grew more tired, he came to understand himself, deciphering the twisting gnawing feelings in his guts. It was a fateful day, Yorozu pointed his leash and collar to the next village she wanted to see him slaughter. When he arrived he found a lonesome child, sat with bodies in ice, the grounds frozen.

“If you don’t leave, you’ll be frozen too.”

It was then he realized it. The quiet words of a child who didn’t know him, or cared that he was a curse, wished his life to be spared. An act of kindness, an act of love for the living.

He scooped them into his arms like a father sheltering a young child after horrible nightmares. To shield them from this cursed world, to offer his warmth, to offer the warmth of a home like he had always longed for.

When Yorozu saw them? She would entertain such a thought, that this child, Uraume, could act as their child. She’d always wanted to boss around someone else like her parents had for her!

Could this be love, the warmth of the family?

Yorozu slept bare beside Sukuna one night and said, “let’s have a baby, our own baby.”

That feeling in his guts, “butterflies” she’d called them again and again. Sukuna refused expressing he’d be to big and that they had Uraume. Yorozu pressed and pressed but Sukuna raised his voice to her for the first time, “Silence woman. I wish to sleep, be satisfied with the child we have.”

In the night it happened. Liquid Metal slipped beneath him and pierced into his back snaring coils around his spine before spikes shot from the coils in every direction. His body was paralyzed, and pain was a burning bloody sensation he was all too familiar with.

Move. Move damn it. Her hands were vicious and eager on his body and he couldn’t move to fight back, to stop her. The metal was lodged into his spine that stifled the flow of cursed energy and left him paralyzed.

It was only thanks to Uraume nothing could continue. The small shaky child had come hearing strange noises in the quiet halls and was greeted with a disturbing sight. The room froze solid within the seconds of them arriving an uncontrolled explosion of their cursed technique.

The cold snapped the metal within him and his fury was louder than a pen dropping in silence. It was like two feral animals cornered and starving, with only each other to have as their last meal. One cynical and filled with hatred, the other gleeful and absurd.

In the blood of it he couldn’t even think to use cursed energy, it was only the raw instinct to kill and eat that which sneered before him.

“This is love!” She cheered “our blood! All over each other! You’ve never shown me this much passion!”

He gave her no words, only the bloody tears that burned in his eyes. He didn’t cry for himself, he didn’t cry for what nearly happened, he cried for the child in the corner. Uraume who shook and trembled, crying as well, their frost freezing and snapping the tears painfully, the blood that splatter and froze in awful jagged claws.

All he could remember was the pit.

The cultist.

The bodies of 1,000 children bleeding out before the fire was lit beneath them.

Oh and that fire, he could still feel it. The flames that filled the pit filled his veins. The boiling blood of 1,000, and the Conley warmth of a community and family he’d ever known until Uraume.

Yorozu’s throat was ripped between gnashing jaws and fangs, his spider legs piercing holes through her hands, pinning them to the ground letting ice seep into her body. The armor she’d built around herself, a clam shell broken open to the hungry hands of this curse. Torn open ribs squirt and steam in the frosty air each breath gargled and sharp on blood and the cold.

When he came to, he stood and left with Uraume. He carried them, held them close to his chest so that his warmth would let them cry with no pain. He had nothing he could do to spare them from the cruelty of what had happened.

He couldn’t even love them, he had no right to, not with what he was taught love was.

Yorozu however, didn’t die. She became a vengeful spirit, and called herself “The Curse of Love”. Her visage was that of an insect like monstrosity, a deceptively beautiful face of a woman but beneath something twisting with an open chest cavity where her ribs acted like centipede legs to capture like an iron virgin with flesh like insides. If you listen too closely you can hear the scuttling beneath her clothes.

It was her deception of Kenjaku that she’s made it to the modern day. She feigned wanting to join his merger plan or maybe even this “Web Kingdom” and he sealed her to awaken in the future. In truth she plans to take her rightful throne and grab the leash of “love” on Sukuna again.

In modern day, she’s awoken.

She ran into Yuji, thinking he was Sukuna for only a moment before thinking he was a son or something. She questioned him, using her charms, using his weakness of lust to talk to him and get info. She almost took him in as a pet, a stand in for Sukuna until she had him but it was Uraume who saved Yuji.

Uraume could never forget her face. No matter how much she changed. They nearly broke down once they’d gotten away and only then did Yuji realize that woman was nothing good.

Uraume would tell Sukuna once they got back and since then, Sukuna has been in a foul mood that no one has been able to lift.

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