Ominous Messages From The Void

I likely won't be doing full-on WIP Wednesdays for a while—until I finish the Arranged Marriage AU, specifically. But I do wanna keep posting teasers as usual, so here's a mini WIP Wed (~300 words) for my current sukuita WIP (which is officially no longer a WIP since I finished it yesterday).

Belly bulge handily won that poll I held to decide what I should post, though dehumanization did put up a good fight! Sounding also had some dedicated fans, but alas, it fell behind. Tentacle anal never had a chance, which says something about the options as a whole, I think.

As promised, the belly bulge ✨

Yuuji’s attention is violently wrenched back to the warm skin under his palm as it bulges outward around a distinct cylindrical shape.

He startles violently, yelping something wordless.

Itadori’s hand splays more firmly on top of Yuuji’s. It’s a little bigger than his and is also the one with all five fingers, so it covers his easily and then shoves down, pushing roughly against the tentacle pushing up against Sukuna from the inside. It retreats, both Sukuna’s flesh and the obscene intrusion underneath yielding and yielding, and Sukuna flinches like a hit dog.

Yuuji’s cock feels like it’s imploding, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to fuck the air like he’s also no better than a dog.

Maybe he isn’t; maybe Sukuna is right about that.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Itadori asks, and Yuuji has no idea if he’s talking to him or Sukuna.

No answer would be forthcoming from Sukuna anyway. Yuuji can feel his glare bearing down on him, as blistering as the midday sun, but it’s got nothing on the filthier heat writhing under his own skin. There’s another growl too, mixed with what might be words or curses mangled by the blood bullying Sukuna’s mouths, but just as the sound starts, the tentacle lodged inside him lashes against his belly and Itadori pushes against it with both of their hands, and that deep-chested growl rises into a thin, muffled howl.

“Yeah,” Itadori says, his voice dripping both genuine pleasure and smug satisfaction, “you like it.”

Yuuji has this wild urge to counter that, except the proof is rising in front of his eyes—both of Sukuna’s spent cocks filling back up with blood, at a speed that’d be comical if the entire situation weren’t what it is.

“How the hell are you getting off on this?” Yuuji asks, sincerely confused. “There’s no way that feels good.”

Anyway, my dear beloved @nearalways, who's been reading snippets of this fic as I wrote it, has contributed to the refresher by putting together the best profile of this fic's Yuuji:

What a guy. Rapes Megumi on a schedule. Falling in love with his father-in-law. Is a renowned cannibal. Beats up the Gojo and Zenin clan better than they can beat up him. Is a baby monster and well on his way to becoming an even greater one.

Title

there is an art to infliction

Word Count

27,137, written across 14 days (one in June + nine in July + four in August)

Summary

“Enchain.” Yuuji falls, plummeting into the depths of his own soul—into the blood-and-bone monstrosity that Sukuna calls his innate domain. “Oh, hello,” greets a voice that’s definitely not Sukuna’s. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” The speaker is tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a bulky jacket with the hood pulled low over his face. All Yuuji can see under it is a shadowed space and a sliver of skin. His hands are in his pockets, and he’s slouching in a way that means he’d be a little taller once he straightens up. It’s impossible, Yuuji knows that, but— “Gojou-sensei?” “Oh,” the stranger says softly. “No. Not him.” His hand slides out of his pocket, shoving the hood back to reveal…Yuuji’s own face. “Why,” Yuuji hears himself ask, “is my life a manga?” “Man, tell me about it,” his other self says, the scarred corner of his mouth quirking up into a wry grin. “You impudent worm,” snarls Sukuna, “what have you done?”

Post-Modulo Yuuji accidentally travels back in time and lands in his younger self’s soul just as Sukuna is about to switch bodies. Plot derailment and horny derangement ensue.

Tags

Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Modulo Yuuji Time Travel, Accidental Time Travel Fix-It, Jujutsu Kaisen Modulo Spoilers, Culling Game Arc, Older Itadori Yuuji, Teen Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna’s Original Form, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna’s Double Dicks, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Canon-Typical Violence, Threesome—MMM, Voyeurism, RNC Elements, Not Safe or Sane or Consensual, Inappropriate Use of Cursed Techniques (Jujutsu Kaisen), Tentacle Sex, Suspension Bondage, Blood as Lube, Rough Sex, Painful Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cannibalism, Wound Groping and Fingering, Rimming, Belly Bulge, Belly Mouth Groping, Sounding, Cock Fingering, Anal Spanking, Humiliation, Dehumanization, Nonconsensual Cuddling, Brief/Referenced Fisting, Brief/Referenced Cockwarming, Referenced Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji

(That’s a lot of tags, I know. Currently, the fic only has the pre-sex tags; the first chapter has no porn (unless Yuuji glazing counts), and I wanted to wait to finish the whole thing before adding what’d undoubtedly be a boatload of porny tags. Some slight rearrangement is also gonna be needed.)

This is the most fun I’ve had writing a fic in ages. And as much as I whine and bitch, I do greatly enjoy the act of writing, so I mean this fic was exceptionally fun. The hiita fic is still my favorite among the July Project stories, but this one’s a close second.

I’m rapidly developing an obsession with writing Modulo Yuuji in particular—who could possibly have seen that coming? Everyone. In particular, writing outsider PoV of Modulo Yuuji is what’s got me hooked. I did with Gojou in this time travel fic, and the above-linked hiita fic sort of touches on it with Higuruma’s PoV of Yuuji at the initial stages of his disillusionment with life and, primarily, himself. This fic, however, is 27k of Yuuji’s own PoV of his future self. Culling Game–era Yuuji coming face to face not even with Modulo Yuuji but with a Modulo Yuuji who’s lived another 500 years or so. Canon Yuuji does not ✨enjoy✨ this.

Tentacle Sex, Suspension Bondage, Blood as Lube, Rough Sex, Painful Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cannibalism, Wound Groping and Fingering, Rimming, Belly Bulge, Belly Mouth Groping, Sounding, Cock Fingering, Anal Spanking, Humiliation, Dehumanization, Nonconsensual Cuddling, Brief/Referenced Fisting, Brief/Referenced Cockwarming

This ask has amused me greatly ever since you sent it in, btw. Thank you, thank you! We shall perv it up 🙏

HELL YEAH

I didn't know anything about this movie (but that's par for the course with me), and after a quick Wikipedia skim, I can see why it's a black comedy. Whenever I hear about what Pattinson has been up to lately, it's always something wild 🤣

It sounds like a fun watch too, and I'm sure glad to see it get its hooks in you, especially when sadist PoV—and selfcesty sadist PoV at that!—is involved!

Some people live in an entirely different world than I do- than we do.

In the JJK fandom, every day is a day to regret being literate ✨

As much as I'd like to be surprised that someone actually opened their mouth and spewed this shit out without an ounce of common sense or human decency, I am not. The "warm colors" part is incidental, let's be real. It's the feminine = bottom part that's rancid—and bigoted, plain and simple.

Here's a non-exhaustive list of similar takes I've seen or been told of by friends:

A satosugu shipper saying that Gojou being trapped in the PR is an allegory for sexual assault, making him woman-coded and thus a bottom.

Another satosugu shipper saying that Getou is a bottom because he's more obviously Asian-looking and thus more feminine than Gojou (spot the racism).

Multiple people saying that Yuuji's pink hair makes him a bottom.

Multiple people saying that Yuuji's woman/housewife-coded because he likes to cook, which also makes him a bottom.

Multiple people saying that Yuuji has big eyes in the manga, which is a bottom trait—the same crowd was also big mad at MAPPA because they thought MAPPA making his eyes smaller in the anime is why people think he's a top.

And for a little personal flavor: The OP of the twittercunts saga from a few months ago (yes, the one who later got cancelled on Twitter for racism) claimed at various points that I must be a closeted sukugo or satosugu shipper because that had to be why I write bottom Gojou—she just could not fathom the concept of people legitimately enjoying the shorter, younger, weaker half of the ship topping. No clue what her conspiracy theory for why I like top!Yuuji sukuita was, though.

The common thread in these isn't the color scheme or cooking habits or physical stature; it's the mixture of homophobia and misogyny that these people exhibit. They cannot conceptualize sexuality beyond man = top and woman = bottom, even when it comes to queer men (or queer women, for that matter). They've already settled on their top and bottom tastes, which is perfectly fine in isolation, but then they search for any trait they can call feminine so that they can "objectively" label that person a bottom—and that's where we enter virulently homophobic territory.