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★ Freak ★ (They/Them/He/It) Custom from Piine <3 [ @piinemarten / @plushtelid ]

Freak is a handmade plush gifted to me for my birthday in june 2024! They're my little thyla to take on adventures with my creatures and their freaks! Freak has heaps of clothing and accessories, His kandi was also made by piine! Piine's logo is embroidered on their foot. I love him so so much, so shaped and full of beans <3 Forever thankful piine made them for me ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) <3

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the beast | ryomen sukuna x fem!reader +18

yuji, megumi and nobara, encounter a lost hiker while camping, whose friends have disappeared in the woods. as they search together, they make a horrifying discovery that wakes up yuji's inner beast.

☆ also available on wattpad (without smut) if you prefer | 7.8k words ☆ female reader, 'Yuna' as reader's name instead of Y/n. ☆ warnings : DDDNE ; very explicit and gory smut, psychological horror, blood and gore, sukuna is his own warning.

All that could be heard in the forest was the crackling of the campfire and Nobara's complaints about the lack of cell service.

"I'm telling you, this was a terrible idea," she said, poking at the flames with a stick. "We could be in Tokyo right now, but nooo, Gojo-sensei thought we needed 'team bonding in nature.'"

Megumi didn't look up from the book he was reading. "You're the one who agreed to come."

"Because I thought there'd be hiking trails and cute photo ops, not..." Nobara gestured vaguely at the dense wilderness surrounding them, "...this serial killer movie setup."

Yuji laughed, stretching his arms above his head. "Come on, it's not that bad! The fresh air is nice, the stars are going to be amazing, and we've got s'mores."

"S'mores don't make up for the lack of bathrooms, Itadori."

"There's literally a stream right there."

"That's not a bathroom, that's nature's toilet, and I refuse to..."

The sound of branches snapping and hurried footsteps made all three of them turn.

A young woman burst into their campsite, stumbling slightly over an exposed root. Her hiking boots were caked with mud, her jacket torn at the sleeve, and her face was flushed with exertion. When she saw them, she stopped abruptly, pressing a hand to her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh thank god," she gasped out, genuine relief flooding her features. "I'm so sorry to intrude, I just... I've been walking for hours and I'm completely lost."

Yuji was on his feet immediately. "Hey, it's okay! Are you hurt?"

The woman shook her head, still breathing hard. "No, no I'm fine. Just exhausted and terrified, honestly." She laughed, a little self-deprecating. "I got separated from my friends and I can't find the trail we came in on. Everything looks the same out here."

"Here, sit down," Yuji said, gesturing to one of the logs they'd arranged around the fire. "Catch your breath, we can help you."

She smiled gratefully and made her way over, accepting the spot he offered. Up close, she looked young, she was probably around their age, she had kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled. There was dirt smudged on her cheek and pine needles caught in her hair.

"Thank you so much. I'm Yuna, by the way. Yuna Lane."

"Yuji Itadori," he introduced himself with his characteristic friendly grin. "This is Nobara Kugisaki and Megumi Fushiguro."

Nobara had already softened at the sight of another girl their age in obvious distress. "Want some water? You look like you've been running."

"That would be amazing, thank you." Yuna accepted the water bottle Nobara handed her and took a long drink. "I'm so embarrassed. I was supposed to be the responsible one, and instead I'm the one who got lost."

"It happens," Megumi said, closing his book. "These woods aren't well-marked. How many people were in your group?"

"Three. We drove up yesterday for a weekend hiking trip." Yuna wrapped her hands around the water bottle, staring into the fire. "We set up camp about two or three miles from here, I think. North-ish? I woke up this morning and they were gone. I thought maybe they went to get water or look for firewood, so I waited, but when they didn't come back after an hour I started looking for them."

"They just left without telling you?" Nobara asked, frowning.

"I'm a heavy sleeper," She admitted with another self-deprecating laugh. "They probably tried to wake me and gave up. Or they left a note that blew away. I don't know. I just know I've been walking in circles for hours and I'm starting to think I made everything worse by leaving camp."Fshe knows

It all sounded perfectly reasonable. Her story was consistent, her distress seemed genuine, and there was nothing about her demeanor that suggested anything other than a tired, worried college student who'd gotten in over her head.

Inside Yuji's mind, something stirred.

It was subtle at first, just a flicker of interest from Sukuna, who had been blessedly quiet for the past few days. But then it grew, an insistent pushing against the edges of Yuji's consciousness.

Interesting, Sukuna murmured, and Yuji felt a chill run down his spine at the tone.

What? Yuji thought back, but Sukuna didn't elaborate.

"We'll help you find them," Yuji said, forcing himself to focus on Yuna instead of the curse stirring in his mind. "We've got flashlights and Megumi's good with navigation. Right, Fushiguro?"

"We should move soon if we want to cover ground before it gets too dark," Megumi agreed, already standing to pack up supplies.

"You're all being so kind," Yuna said, and her relief seemed entirely genuine. "I was starting to think I'd have to spend the night out here alone. I don't even have my phone... I left it charging at camp."

Nobara made a sympathetic noise. "Nightmare scenario. Don't worry, we'll find your friends."

As they gathered their things, Yuna told them more about her group, they were two guys and another girl, all friends from university. They'd been planning this trip for months. She worked part-time at a bookstore. She liked hiking but admitted she wasn't very good at it.

Yuji felt that nausea again but even stronger now. His cursed energy was spiking involuntarily, and he didn't understand why.

Let me out, Sukuna said, more insistent now.

No, Yuji responded firmly. What's wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong. Everything's right for once. There was something almost gleeful in Sukuna's voice. I need to see her.

See who? The girl? She's just a lost hiker.

Sukuna laughed. You're such a naive brat.

"Itadori?" Megumi's voice cut through his internal argument. "You ready?"

"Yeah, sorry." Yuji shouldered his backpack, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling.

They set off into the woods, Yuna walked between Yuji and Nobara while Megumi took point. The sun was starting to dip lower, casting long shadows through the trees.

For a while, the lost girl was quiet, focused on keeping pace with them. But as they walked, she began to relax slightly, the immediate panic of being lost fading now that she had help.

"So are you guys students?" she asked after a while. "You mentioned that earlier."

"Yeah, we go to a school in Tokyo," Yuji said, keeping the details vague as he'd been trained to do. "We're on a training trip."

"Training for what?"

"Uh..." Yuji fumbled for a normal-sounding explanation.

"Self-defense," Nobara cut in smoothly. "Our teacher is really into wilderness survival skills and combat training. Very unconventional."

"That's actually really cool," Yuna said. "I wish I'd learned stuff like that. I feel so helpless right now."

They walked further, the conversation flowed easily. Yuna asked about Tokyo, about their school, about what they liked to do. She was a good listener, engaged and curious without being invasive. She laughed at Yuji's stories about Gojo's ridiculous teaching methods and sympathized with Nobara's complaints about their lack of budget for proper missions.

It wasn't until they'd been walking for almost thirty minutes that something shifted.

Yuna had been walking close to Nobara, but as they navigated through a particularly dense section of trees, she ended up next to Yuji instead. At first, it seemed accidental... just the natural shifting of their group as they moved.

But then she stayed there.

"Can I ask you something?" Yuna said quietly, her voice just loud enough for Yuji to hear.

"Sure," he said, though Sukuna immediately perked up with interest.

"This is going to sound strange, but..." She hesitated, like she was embarrassed. "Do you ever feel like there's something inside you? Something you can't explain?"

Yuji's steps faltered slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to describe it." Yuna kept her eyes forward, not looking at him. "Like there's a part of you that doesn't quite fit with the rest. Something darker, maybe? Something other people don't see."

The way she said it... sounded genuine, like a confession she'd been holding onto, like she was talking about herself.

Yes, Sukuna hissed. She knows. She understands.

"I think everyone feels like that sometimes," Yuji said carefully, his heart beating faster. "Like they don't quite fit."

Yuna finally looked at him, and there was something vulnerable in her expression. "Maybe, but with you it feels... different." She laughed softly, self-consciously. "Sorry, that probably sounds insane. I think being lost is making me weird."

"No, it's okay," Yuji said, though his mind was racing and pink was starting to adorn his cheeks.

Up ahead, Nobara glanced back at them and her eyes narrowed slightly. When they stopped for a water break a few minutes later, she pulled Yuji aside.

"Is it just me, or is she acting kind of weird around you?" Nobara muttered.

"Weird how?"

"I don't know. She's been fine with me and Fushiguro, but when she talks to you she gets all... intense." Nobara frowned. "Maybe I'm reading too much into it. She's probably just freaked out and latching onto you because you're the friendliest."

Megumi was watching the girl, who was adjusting her bootlaces a few feet away. For just a moment, as she glanced up and caught Yuji looking at her, there was something in her expression that flickered too fast for Yuji to catch but that made Megumi's eyes narrow.

It was gone in an instant, replaced by another warm, slightly embarrassed smile.

"Found anything yet?" she called out. "Landmarks or signs we're going the right direction?"

"Not yet," Megumi said. "But we should reach a ridge soon. We'll have a better view from there."

As they continued walking, the woods around them grew darker. The temperature was dropping too, the warmth of the day fading into the chill of evening.

Yuna shivered and rubbed her arms. "I really hope we find them before dark."

"We will," Yuji assured her, even though he was no longer certain of anything.

Because Sukuna was getting louder, more insistent, pushing harder against the barriers of Yuji's control than he had in months.

You need to let me meet her properly, the curse growled. Soon.

And despite everything, despite Yuna's apparent innocence, her genuine worry for her friends, her perfectly reasonable explanations, Yuji couldn't shake the feeling that Sukuna knew something he didn't.

The sun continued to sink toward the horizon, and somewhere in the distance, a bird's cry echoed through the trees. It sounded almost like a warning.

Yuna walked beside him, and when their hands accidentally brushed, Yuji felt Sukuna surge forward with such force that he had to stop walking entirely, bending over and pressing a hand to his chest.

"Yuji!" Nobara was at his side immediately. "What's wrong?"

"Just.. give me a second." He could feel Sukuna thrashing, violent and demanding.

MINE, the curse roared, and Yuji's cursed energy spiked so high that both Megumi and Nobara stepped back instinctively.

Yuna was watching him with wide, concerned eyes, her hand half-raised like she wanted to help but wasn't sure if she should.

"Is he okay?" she asked, and she sounded genuinely worried. "Does he have a medical condition? Should I..."

"He's fine," Megumi said curtly, his hand moving to his shadows instinctively. "Yuji, get it under control."

"I'm trying," Yuji gritted out, forcing Sukuna back down through sheer willpower.

When he finally straightened, Yuna was still watching him with that same concerned expression, like a lost college student worried about her friends.

But Sukuna's words echoed in his mind: She knows. She understands.

"Sorry," Yuji managed. "Low blood sugar I guess. I'm good now."

They kept walking, but the atmosphere had shifted. Something had changed, even if no one could identify what.

And as night began to fall around them, Yuna stayed close to Yuji's side, close enough that he could feel the heat of her presence.

Close enough that Sukuna could feel her too.

The ridge gave them a better view, but not a comforting one. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, a sea of darkening trees beneath a sky that was rapidly losing its light.

"There," Yuna said, pointing to the northwest. "I think I see smoke. Or maybe... no, that's just fog."

Megumi had his phone out, using the compass app. "If your camp was north of where we started, we're heading in the right direction. We should reach the general area within the hour."

"An hour," Yuna repeated softly. She wrapped her arms around herself again as she shivered. "It's going to be completely dark by then."

"We've got flashlights," Yuji reassured her, though he was beginning to feel uneasy himself. The woods felt different now that it was darker, like the air itself had become gloomier. "And if we don't find them tonight, we can set up camp and search again in the morning."

"They must be so worried," Yuna said. "Or maybe they think I made it back to the car somehow. God, this is such a mess."

Nobara squeezed her shoulder sympathetically. "Hey, we'll find them. Try not to panic."

They descended from the ridge and continued through the forest. The terrain was getting rougher, forcing them to pick their way carefully over fallen logs and between dense clusters of underbrush. More than once, Yuna stumbled, and Yuji found himself instinctively reaching out to steady her.

Each time, Sukuna reacted, not violently like before, but with a pleased, anticipatory hum that made Yuji's skin crawl.

"Thanks," Yuna murmured after the third time, and when she looked up at him there was a weird gratitude in her eyes that Yuji couldn't quite read.

"No problem," he said, pulling his hand back quickly.

They'd been walking for another twenty minutes when Nobara stopped abruptly.

"Do you guys smell that?"

Yuji inhaled deeply and immediately wished he hadn't. There was something sharp and metallic in the air, mixed with the earthy scent of the forest. Something that made his stomach turn.

"Blood," Megumi said quietly, his hand already moving to his shadow.

Yuna's face went pale. "Oh god. Oh god, no..."

"Stay behind us," Megumi ordered, and for once no one argued.

They moved forward more slowly now, following the scent. It grew stronger with each step, thick enough to taste. Yuji felt his cursed energy rising instinctively, his body preparing for a fight even though he couldn't sense any curses nearby.

The smell was coming from a small clearing just ahead, barely visible through the trees.

"Wait here," Megumi told Yuna, but she shook her head.

"If it's one of my friends, I need to... I need to see."

Megumi looked like he wanted to argue, but Nobara was already moving forward, and Yuji was right behind her. Yuna followed, her breathing was quick and shallow.

They pushed through the last line of trees and stopped.

The body was positioned at the base of a massive oak tree, propped up in a sitting position with its back against the trunk. At first glance, it almost looked peaceful like someone taking a rest... but then the details registered in everyone's mind.

The throat had been cut so deeply that the head lolled at an unnatural angle. Blood had poured down the front of the victim's jacket, soaking into the earth around them. But it wasn't just the throat. There were other wounds, precise cuts along the arms and chest, arranged in a pattern that seemed unmistakeably artistic.

Around the body, symbols had been carved into the earth and nearby trees. Not any language Yuji recognized, but they had a ritualistic quality to them.

"Kaito," Yuna whispered, and her voice cracked on the name.

She swayed on her feet, and Yuji caught her before she could fall. She felt cold in his arms, trembling violently.

"Don't look," he said, trying to turn her away from the scene, but she'd already seen everything.

"Who would... why would someone?" She couldn't finish the sentence, her breath coming in hitching gasps.

Nobara was pale but composed, her hammer already in hand. "There's no cursed energy residue. This wasn't a curse."

"No," Megumi agreed, crouching near the body but careful not to disturb it. "This was human, look at the precision of the cuts. And these symbols..." He trailed off, his expression became dark.

Yuji's mind was racing. A human had done this? Out here, in the middle of nowhere? But why? And the way the body was positioned, the symbols around it... it all felt intentional, like someone had taken their time.

Like someone had enjoyed it.

Beautiful work, Sukuna purred, and Yuji felt sick.

What?

Look at the placement of the wounds. The angle of the cuts. There was genuine admiration in the curse's voice. Whoever did this understands death. Intimately.

Yuna had pulled away from Yuji and taken a few stumbling steps back. She was staring at the body with wide, horrified eyes, one hand pressed over her mouth.

"We need to find the others," she said, her voice high and strained. "Right now. They could be... oh god, what if they're..."

"Hey, breathe," Yuji said, moving toward her. "We'll find them."

"You don't understand." Yuna was shaking her head frantically. "Kaito was... he was the strongest of us. He did martial arts, he was... if someone could do that to him."

"We need to report this," Nobara said, pulling out her phone. "Shit, still no signal."

Megumi stood, his expression grim. "We keep moving. Find the other two, then get to a place where we can call this in." He looked at Yuna, his gaze assessing. "Do you know where you last saw them?"

"At camp. At our camp, they were..." She took a shuddering breath. "We need to go there. They might have gone back there."

"Lead the way," Megumi said.

But as they turned to leave, Yuji caught something that made him pause. Just for a second, so brief he almost thought he'd imagined it...

Yuna looked back at the body one last time, and her expression wasn't horror anymore.

It was something else entirely.

Then she turned away, pressing close to Nobara as she started crying in earnest, and Yuji convinced himself he'd been seeing things. Stress and Sukuna's disturbing commentary were making him paranoid.

They moved faster now, urgency driving them forward. The forest seemed darker, more oppressive. Every shadow could be hiding another body. Every sound could be a threat.

Yuna was crying quietly as she walked, wiping at her eyes with shaking hands. Nobara kept an arm around her shoulders, murmuring reassurances that sounded hollow even to Yuji's ears.

She's not crying for him, Sukuna said conversationally. She's crying because it's expected.

Stop it, Yuji thought back angrily. She just saw her friend murdered.

Did she though? Sukuna laughed. Or did she see her work admired?

You're wrong. You're just trying to mess with me.

Am I? The curse's voice dropped to a whisper. Then explain why I can taste her excitement. Why her cursed energy spiked when she saw the body. Why she smells like-

Shut up, Yuji snarled internally, forcing Sukuna's voice away.

But the seed of doubt had been planted, and as they walked through the darkening forest with a killer somewhere nearby, Yuji found himself watching Yuna more carefully.

She definitely looked like a victim. She was deeply scared and vulnerable, mostly, she was grieving.

But Sukuna was never wrong about violence.

And something in Yuji's gut, some instinct he'd learned to trust was starting to whisper that maybe, just maybe, the King of Curses was right.

"How much further?" Megumi asked, his shadows already spreading around them defensively.

Yuna pointed ahead with a trembling hand. "Through those trees. Maybe ten more minutes. Our tents should be-" Her voice broke. "What if they're already dead?"

"We'll deal with whatever we find," Nobara said firmly. "Just keep moving."

The last of the daylight was fading fast, forcing them to pull out their flashlights. The beams cut through the growing darkness, creating wild shadows that seemed to move and shift.

Yuji's cursed energy was still elevated and deeply wrong. Sukuna was quieter now but still present, lurking through his eyes with intense focus.

And somewhere ahead, Yuna's two remaining friends were waiting to be found.

The forest held its breath around them, and Yuji couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking exactly where someone wanted them to go.

The campsite was empty.

Three tents stood in a rough triangle around a cold fire pit, their entrances flapping open in the breeze. Supplies were scattered around, there was a cooler, some camping chairs, a portable stove, but nobody and no signs of struggle.

"They're not here," Yuna said, and there was something hollow in her voice now. Megumi was already examining the scene with his flashlight.

"Sleeping bags are still in the tents. Food hasn't been touched by animals. They left recently, or,"

"Or they were taken," Nobara finished grimly.

Yuna wrapped her arms around herself, standing in the center of the camp like she was trying to remember something. "Hana and Kenji. They would have stayed together. They've been dating for two years, they do everything together."

"Which direction were you planning to hike today?" Megumi asked.

"We talked about going to the shrine," Yuna said, pointing east. "There's supposed to be an old shrine about a mile from here. Really beautiful, kinda hidden. We wanted to see it before we left tomorrow."

Yuji exchanged a glance with Megumi.

A shrine, symbols carved into trees, ritualistic positioning of the body...

Yes, Sukuna purred. Take me to the shrine!!

"We should check there," Megumi said, already moving. "If they went on their own."

"We need to hurry," Yuna interrupted, and for the first time since finding Kaito's body, there was real urgency in her voice. "Please. We need to hurry."

So they ran.

The path to the shrine was barely visible, more suggestion than trail, but Yuna seemed to know exactly where to go. She moved quickly through the darkness, more surefooted than she'd been before, and Yuji had to push himself to keep up.

The sound of running water reached them first, which sounded like a stream, or somewhere close. Then Yuna stopped so suddenly that Nobara nearly crashed into her.

"OUCH" Nobara screamed.

"There," she breathed, "Sorry!" pointing down a small embankment.

The river was shallow here, maybe twenty feet across, running over smooth stones that glinted in their flashlight beams. Slumped at the water's edge, half-in and half-out of the current, there was another body.

But this one was moving.

"Hana!" Yuna screamed, and she was sliding down the embankment before anyone could stop her.

They scrambled after her. The woman whose name was Hana, was still alive, but barely. Her clothes were soaked with water and blood, and when Yuji got close enough to see her face, his stomach dropped.

Her eyes were open, staring, but there was nothing behind them. Whatever she'd seen, whatever had happened to her, had broken something fundamental. She was breathing in short, rapid gasps, her whole body trembling.

"Hana, oh god, Hana!!" Yuna dropped to her knees beside her friend, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

The moment Yuna's hand made contact, Hana's eyes focused.

And she screamed. It was a sound of pure, primal terror.

The kind of scream that spoke of something worse than death. She tried to scramble away, but her body wouldn't cooperate. Instead she just thrashed weakly, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to form words.

"Hana, it's me, it's Yuna!"

But Hana was still screaming, staring at her with such absolute horror that even Nobara took a step back.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Yuji said, gently pulling Yuna back and moving between them. "You're safe now. We're going to help you."

Hana's eyes finally left Yuna and found Yuji instead. The screaming stopped, replaced by desperate, gasping breaths. She was trying to speak, her lips forming words, but nothing came out except a wet, choking sound.

Blood bubbled at the corner of her mouth.

"Don't try to talk," Megumi said, already pulling out his phone again. "Damn it, still no signal. We need to get her stabilized."

Hana's hand shot out and grabbed Yuji's wrist with surprising strength. She pulled him closer, trying desperately to make him understand something. Her eyes kept darting back to Yuna, terrified.

"It's okay," Yuji said softly. "We've got you. You're going to be okay."

But even as he said it, he could see it wasn't true. There was too much blood, and the way she was breathing...

Hana's grip tightened one last time. She looked directly at Yuna, and something like recognition passed across her face.

Then her hand went slack, and the light left her eyes.

"No," Yuna whispered. "No, no, no!!!"

She lunged forward, grabbing Hana's shoulders and shaking her. "Hana, wake up! Please, please wake up!"

Nobara pulled her back gently. "She's gone. I'm sorry, but she's gone."

Yuna collapsed against Nobara, sobbing, she was absolutely devastated after witnessing her friends' death.

But Yuji couldn't stop thinking about that scream. The way Hana had looked at Yuna.

She knew, Sukuna said simply. She saw what her friend really is.

Yuji felt cold despite the humid night air.

They left Hana's body by the river because they had no choice, and continued toward the shrine. Yuna was quiet now, her crying reduced to occasional hiccupping sobs. Nobara stayed close to her, offering comfort, while Megumi led the way with his shadows spread wide around them.

Yuji hung back slightly, his mind was racing. Two people dead, one more missing. Someone was out here, and they were dangerous, and they were walking right into it.

"Yuji."

He turned to find Yuna had dropped back to walk beside him. Her eyes were red from crying, her face pale in the flashlight beam.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something again?" Her voice was soft, raw. "And please be honest with me."

"Sure."

Before the girl could respond, Megumi called back to them. "The shrine's ahead."

The path opened into a small clearing, and there was an old Shinto shrine, partially collapsed and overgrown with moss and vines. The torii gate still stood, though it leaned at a precarious angle. Stone lanterns flanked the approach, most of them were broken or toppled.

At the base of the shrine steps, arranged like an offering to forgotten gods, was Kenji's body.

This one was different from the others.

The body had been positioned on its knees, arms spread wide as if in supplication. The wounds were extensive, there were cuts that formed patterns across the exposed skin. Blood had pooled around him, soaking into the ancient stone, and more symbols had been carved into the shrine steps themselves.

But it was the positioning that made it clear. This wasn't just murder. This was art.

Magnificent, Sukuna breathed, and Yuji could feel the curse pressing harder against his control. She saved the best for last. Yuna made a sound and stumbled backward. Her hand flew to her mouth, and for just a second, just the briefest flicker... She looked proud.

Then it was gone, quickly replaced by horror and grief, and she was turning away, doubling over like she might be sick.

But Yuji had seen it, and so had Sukuna.

Let. Me. OUT.

The command came with such force that Yuji actually staggered. His cursed energy exploded outward, and he felt his consciousness being shoved aside.

"Yuji!" Megumi spun around, his shadows already rising defensively.

But it was too late.

Sukuna ripped control away with brutal efficiency, and Yuji felt himself being pushed deep into his own mind, a passenger in his own body. The familiar markings appeared on his skin, his features shifting subtly into something crueler, older.

"Finally," Sukuna said, rolling his shoulders and stretching like a cat. His voice was different from Yuji's, it sounded deeper, and it was layered with malice and dark amusement.

Yuna had turned at the sound, and when she saw him and the markings, the extra eyes, the predatory way he moved ; all the color drained from her face.

"Ryomen Sukuna," she whispered, and there was awe that mingled with fear in her voice.

"Little sorcerer," Sukuna purred, and his smile was all teeth.

Megumi moved between them immediately, his shadows coiling. "Sukuna, give Itadori back control."

"Or what?" Sukuna didn't even look at him, his attention fixed entirely on Yuna. "You'll bore me with your divine dogs? I'm not interested in you, Zenin brat, I'm interested in her."

Nobara had her hammer ready, but even she looked uncertain. They'd dealt with Sukuna before, but never like this... never when he seemed so focused on a goal.

Yuna was frozen, staring up at Sukuna with wide eyes. "You're... you're... The King of Curses."

"In the flesh, or in borrowed flesh, at least." Sukuna tilted his head, studying her like a specimen. "You reek of death, little sorcerer. How many have you killed?"

The question hung in the air. Nobara and Megumi both turned to look at Yuna, confusion and dawning horror on their faces.

"I don't... I didn't..."Yuna stammered, but Sukuna laughed.

"Don't lie. You're not good at it, not with me." He took a step closer, and Yuna took a step back. "I can smell the blood under your fingernails. Taste the cursed energy clinging to your technique. You've been killing for a long time, haven't you?"

"Stay back," Yuna said, and her voice shook. "Please, I don't..."

"Let me show you something," Sukuna interrupted, and his grin widened. "Let me show you what real carnage looks like." He raised his hand, and Yuna's eyes went wide with recognition and terror as she felt the cursed energy building.

"Domain Expansion."

"NO!" Megumi lunged forward, but Sukuna was already speaking the words.

"Malevolent Shrine."

The world changed.

Reality twisted and reformed, and suddenly they were no longer standing in a forest clearing. They were somewhere else entirely, in a vast and dark space dominated by a massive shrine made of bones and shadows. The air was thick with the smell of blood. Everywhere, literally everywhere, were the marks of violence. Skulls mounted on pillars, bones forming archways, blood running in rivulets down the shrine steps.

But the most striking thing was the slashing.

Invisible blades cut through the air constantly, a manifestation of Sukuna's technique. They should have been shredding everything in range, but Yuna stood at the center of it all, held in place by Sukuna's will.

Megumi and Nobara were gone, left behind in the real world when Sukuna had pulled only Yuna into his domain.

She turned slowly, taking it all in. Watching the bones, the blood and the shrine built from a thousand years of slaughter and suffering.

When suddenly, she dropped to her knees. Instinctively, she bowed reverently to the museum that stood before her.

Her hands touched the blood-soaked ground, and when she looked up at Sukuna, her expression had changed completely. The mask was gone along with the sweet, frightened girl. What remained was something else entirely.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, and her voice was filled with wonder. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Sukuna stared at her, and for the first time in a thousand years, he was genuinely surprised.

Sukuna stared at the woman kneeling before him in his domain, her hands pressed reverently against the blood-soaked ground, and for the first time in a thousand years, he felt something close to surprise.

"You should be screaming," he said, circling her slowly like a predator assessing prey.

Yuna looked up at him, and her eyes were bright wildness and hunger. "Why?" She ran her hands over the ground, fingers trailing through the blood that never dried, never stopped flowing. "This is what I've been trying to create."

She stood slowly, turning in a circle to take in the full scope of his domain. The massive shrine built from bones and suffering. Her expression was one of pure, undisguised awe.

"All those bodies," she whispered, reaching out to touch one of the bone pillars. "All that death, that you've made sacred."

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. "You're not afraid."

"I am," Yuna admitted, finally looking at him again. "You're Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses. A legend, you could tear me apart with a thought." She smiled then, sharp and genuine. "But I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of being bored."

"Bored," Sukuna repeated, tasting the word.

"Everything dies so quickly," Yuna said, and there was something almost plaintive in her voice. "Humans are so fragile. They break and bleed and beg, and then it's over... even when I'm careful, even when I try to make it last..." She gestured helplessly. "They always disappoint me in the end." Her face was blank as she spoke those last words.

Sukuna moved closer, studying her face. "You killed those humans for sport."

"Yes." She did not hesitate.

"The symbols..." He gestured to the world beyond his domain, where Kenji's body still waited at the shrine steps. "You were creating something."

"Offerings," Yuna said. "That's what my technique is called ; Sacrifice Offering." She held out her hands, and cursed energy began to pool around them that smelled of copper and rot. "I offer corpses as sacrifice, the more violent the death, the more suffering involved, the more power I can draw from them."

Sukuna watched with interest as the cursed energy formed shapes, half-formed specters of the dead, their mouths were open in silent screams.

"I summon the lingering emotions," Yuna continued, her voice taking on an almost clinical tone. "The fear, the pain, the rage ; everything they felt as they died. It grants me cursed energy, lets me use their power." She let the technique fade, the specters dissolving. "But there's a cost."

"There always is," Sukuna said.

"My soul is bound to neither heaven nor hell." Yuna smiled, but it was bitter now. "I damned myself the first time I used this technique. When I die, I won't find peace. I won't find anything except, eternal emptiness."

Sukuna laughed in a genuine sound of delight. "You cursed yourself voluntarily."

"I wanted power," Yuna said simply. "And I wanted to understand death, you can't do that from a distance, you have to get close."

"How long?" Sukuna asked.

Yuna tilted her head, considering. "Since I was fifteen, eight years now." She met his gaze steadily. "Kaito was my twenty-third. Hana my twenty-fourth. Kenji my twenty-fifth."

"Twenty-five," Sukuna repeated, and there was approval in his voice. "And you're how old?"

"Twenty-three."

"A prodigy then." He circled her again, closer this time. "Show me."

"Show you what?"

"What you can do." Sukuna's grin was all teeth and malice. "Fight me, little sorcerer. Show me if you're worthy of this excitement you've stirred in me."

Yuna took a step back, and for a moment the fear returned to her face. "You'll kill me."

"Maybe," Sukuna agreed. "Or maybe you'll surprise me, either way..." He shrugged. "at least you won't be bored."

Something shifted in Yuna's expression, to the fear was now added anticipation. "Okay," she breathed. "Okay."

She moved first, faster than he'd expected, her cursed energy flaring as she activated her technique. The ground around them erupted with spectral hands, dozens of them, all reaching for Sukuna with grasping fingers.

He laughed and slashed through them with casual ease, his technique reducing them to nothing. But they were a mere distraction, Yuna was already behind him, a knife of pure cursed energy in her hand.

She struck at his back, and actually managed to cut him.

It was shallow, barely more than a scratch, and it had been centuries since a human had managed to draw his blood.

Sukuna spun and caught her wrist, squeezing until he felt bones grind together. Yuna gasped in pain but didn't scream. Instead, she used her free hand to summon more specters, these ones formed from Kaito's death, filled with his final moments of terror and agony.

They swarmed Sukuna, and while they couldn't hurt him, they were annoying.

"Clever," he said, and broke her wrist.

The snap was audible even over the constant slashing sounds of his domain. Yuna cried out and stumbled back, cradling her injured arm. But she was smiling, even as tears of pain streaked down her face.

"Again," she said.

They fought like that for what might have been minutes or hours, time moved strangely in his domain. Yuna used every trick she had, summoning the dead to harass him, using their emotions to fuel bursts of speed and power. She was creative, he'd give her that. Most sorcerers relied on raw strength or inherited techniques, but she had learned to be tactical.

She fought like someone who understood that she was weaker, but refused to let that stop her.

Sukuna broke her left arm so she switched hands and kept fighting.

He shattered her ribs. She laughed and summoned Hana's death-terror to fuel one more attack. He caught her by the throat and lifted her off the ground, and she looked at him with wild, exhilarated eyes.

"You're magnificent," she choked out, and there was no sarcasm in it. It was pure and honest admiration. Sukuna set her down, almost gently.

They were both breathing hard now, him from exertion, her from pain and blood loss. She was a mess, covered in her own blood and the blood that perpetually soaked his domain. Her bones were broken in multiple places. She should have been unconscious or dead.

But she was still standing, while smiling.

"In a thousand years," Sukuna said slowly, "I have never met a human like you."

Yuna swayed on her feet, but her eyes never left his face. "What am I like?"

Sukuna reached out and cupped her face with one hand, his claws resting against her cheek. The gesture was almost tender, if not for the blood and violence coating them both.

"Broken," he said. "Beautiful." His grip tightened, just enough to be possessive. "Mine."

Yuna's breath caught. "Yours?"

"Did you think I would let you go?" Sukuna leaned closer, until they were sharing the same air. "Did you think I would let something this interesting slip away?"

"I..." She seemed at a loss for words, and Sukuna found he enjoyed that. Enjoyed being the one to render her speechless.

"You've been looking for something," he continued, his voice dropping to something almost intimate. "Something that wouldn't break, something that could match you." His other hand came up to grip her hip, pulling her closer despite her injuries. "You found it finally."

"Yes," Yuna whispered. "I did."

"But you're light years away from being even remotely comparable to me."

They were so close now, close enough that Sukuna could smell the blood on her, the cursed energy that clung to her skin like a second scent. Close enough to see the way her pupils were blown wide, the way her pulse fluttered at her throat, when suddenly.

He kissed her.

He kissed her, violently and possessive and claiming, his teeth catching her bottom lip hard enough to draw fresh blood. She made a sound of half pain, half pleasure, and kissed him back with the same intensity.

When she bit his lip in return, drawing his blood to mix with hers, Sukuna felt something in his chest that might have been satisfaction. She understood. She got it.

Sukuna's lips crashed against hers with brutal force again, his fangs nicking her lower lip as he devoured her mouth, tasting the coppery tang of her blood mingling with his own.

Yuna responded fiercely, her broken wrist throbbing as she clutched at his broad shoulders, nails digging into the cursed flesh until they drew fresh rivulets of dark blood. The domain around them pulsed with the echoes of the dead, spectral hands fading into wisps, but the air thickened with a new energy, primal lust born from the violence they'd just unleashed.

He broke the kiss only to growl against her throat, his massive hand wrapping around her neck, fingers squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her pulse hammering under his palm.

"You're mine now, all broken for me to play with," he rasped, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her bones. Yuna's eyes, still glazed with adrenaline and pain, locked onto his four crimson ones, her body trembling from the aching need building in her core.

She bit her own lip harder, reopening the wound, letting blood drip down her chin as she whispered, "Prove it, make me bleed more."

Sukuna's laugh was dark and savage, echoing off the bone pillars. He shoved her back against one, the jagged edges scraping her skin through her torn clothes, drawing thin lines of blood across her back.

Her shirt ripped easily under his claws, exposing her breasts, nipples hardening in the chill of the domain. He raked his nails down her chest, carving shallow gashes that welled with crimson, the pain sharp and electric, shooting straight to her pussy. She arched into it, moaning as blood trickled between her breasts, warm and sticky.

Without warning, he dropped to his knees, a rare submission from the King of Curses, and buried his face between her thighs. His long and rough tongue licked a bloody trail up her inner leg, savoring the metallic flavor mixed with her arousal.

Yuna's legs buckled, but he held her up with one hand on her hip, claws piercing her flesh to anchor her. He tore her pants away with a single rip, exposing her dripping folds, and dove in, sucking her clit hard enough to bruise, teeth grazing the sensitive nub until she cried out, her hands fisting in his pink hair.

"Choke on my power," he murmured against her, summoning cursed energy to form ethereal tendrils that wrapped around her ankles, spreading her wide.

One tendril slithered up, coiling around her throat like a noose, tightening in rhythm with his tongue's thrusts into her pussy. She gagged on the pressure, vision spotting, but the lack of air only heightened the slick heat building inside her.

Blood from her scratches smeared his face as he lapped at her, his free hand punching into the bone pillar beside her for leverage, cracking it further.

Yuna's body convulsed as she came, her juices flooding his mouth, mixed with the faint blood from where he'd bitten her thigh earlier.

But Sukuna wasn't done ; he rose, towering over her, his massive cocks springing free. They were thick, veined, and already leaking pre-cum. He grabbed her by the throat again, lifting her off the ground, her toes dangling as he positioned her over his lengths.

"Beg for it, you damned soul," he demanded, squeezing until her face flushed red, tears mixing with sweat and blood.

"Fuck me... break me," she choked out, her voice hoarse, pussy clenching in anticipation. He impaled her two holes in one brutal thrust, her walls stretching painfully around his girth, tearing slightly as he bottomed out.

Blood trickled from where their bodies met, her inner thighs slick with it. Sukuna pounded into her relentlessly, each slam jolting her broken bones, the pain blending with pleasure in a haze of ecstasy. He bit her shoulder hard, fangs sinking deep, drawing a gush of blood that he lapped up while choking her harder, her gasps turning to whimpers.

The tendrils joined in, one whipping across her ass, leaving welts that split open and bled, another forcing its way into her mouth, fucking her throat in time with his cock in her pussy. Yuna gurgled around it, drool and blood bubbling from her lips, her body a canvas of harm and claws marks on her hips, bite wounds on her neck, bruises blooming under his grip.

She clawed at his back, nails breaking as she raked bloody furrows into his skin, marking him in return, their blood mingling on the domain floor.

Sukuna flipped her around, slamming her face-first into the pillar, her cheek scraping raw as he reentered her from behind. His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, where he sank his teeth again, sucking blood while his cock hammered her ass now, no mercy, the tight ring giving way with a burn that made her scream.

"Your deaths fuel me... now your pain does too," he snarled, reaching around to claw at her clit, nails drawing pinpricks of blood that he smeared into her folds.

She came again, violently, her body seizing as waves of agony and bliss crashed over her, pussy squirting around nothing while he ravaged her ass.

Sukuna roared his release, flooding her with hot cum that overflowed, mixing with blood and dripping down her legs. He pulled out, spinning her to face him, and forced her to her knees.

"Clean it," he ordered, shoving his blood-smeared cock into her mouth. Yuna sucked eagerly, tongue tracing the veins, swallowing the salty, metallic mix until he hardened again.

Hours blurred in the domain, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of harm and release. He carved his name into her thigh with a claw, licking the wound as she rode him, choking herself on his arm while bouncing on his cock.

She summoned faint specters to whip them both, adding lashes that drew blood from his chest, fueling her next orgasm. Bruises layered over bites, scratches over gouges, until they collapsed in a heap of limbs and fluids, her head on his chest, listening to his cursed heart beat.

"You're unbreakable in your breaking," Sukuna murmured, tracing a bloody finger over her lips. Yuna smiled through swollen, split flesh, knowing this was the meaning she'd sought... eternal violence, bound in blood and possession.

They broke apart after awhile, both of them marked now with each other's blood. Yuna was trembling, though whether from pain or something else, Sukuna couldn't tell.

"Will I see you again?" she asked, and there was something vulnerable in the question despite everything.

"The vessel will fight me," Sukuna admitted, feeling Yuji already struggling against his control. "But I'll come back for you. And when I do," He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "I expect you to make it worth my while."

Yuna laughed breathlessly. "I'll be waiting. I'll make sure our next meeting is even more... memorable."

"Don't die before I find you again," Sukuna said, and it was almost a command.

"Don't stay hidden too long," Yuna countered, and her smile was sharp and promising.

Sukuna could feel Yuji gaining ground, pulling at his consciousness with desperate strength. The brat had been screaming the entire time, trying to regain control, and finally he'd built up enough force to challenge Sukuna's grip.

"Until next time, little sacrifice," Sukuna murmured, and then he released the domain while making sure to erase Yuji's memories.

a/n : if you read it all : thank you!! this fanfiction was originally supposed to be published last october, but it somehow got lost in my drafts. but that trend with the song beast by mia martina got me thinking of this fic, so I edited it and here it is! I also want to clarify that I do not condone or mean to romanticize serial killers : this story is simply the result of my passion for sukuna. luv u all!

[heartavenue]

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okay so I just wanted to share this because I can't be the only one who experiences stuff like this. I said this before but my dreams are very vivid. Like I have all five senses right. So last night I had this dream where I opened this gas pipe and the hot gas fucking burned my mouth, but the weird thing is I felt it not in my dream but in this reality. Because I was in that weird half awake- half sleep state. So like I felt my mouth actually pulsating from that hot gas that burned tf out of me.

I knew I was awake because I told myself, "I gotta wake up because my mouth is hurting from the gas." but I was weirdly conscious of my dream and the fact that I was awake at the same time. and this happens to me pretty often, so I just need to know if this happens to other people.

other times this happens is when it's something freaky. we all know what wet dreams are, but I don't have wet dreams I have like sex in two dimensions at once.

like sometimes when i'm getting freaky in a dream I'm aware that I'm dreaming but I'm aware that I'm also awake so when the freak happens I'm actually bodily reacting to the stuff that's in the dream and it all feels like I'm actually getting freaky.

it's kinda weird but please I can't be the only one!

[callmecupio]

I want to print this and just put it the wall rn

How I see my wife in my perspective

WIFEY :DDDD

With no mask With mask

I don't know which one I prefer, him without mask or with the mask... Y'know what? FUCK it. I'm going with both 😈

Tf you mean he's a 2???? He's a 10! A 10 😭👿🔫

This is what we do in the bunker, dressing up my wife with whatever clothes I can find in this bunker, definitely not trying to make a disguise for him because he's totally not a target next to Atilla by someone :D

(y'all should I draw our 2 children 😔? Yes we have kids, don't ask how, just go along with the flow :D)

Oh fuck he's HOT AND PRETTY, everytime I see this It makes me want to just

My screen

[popyourbubbles6969]

more headcanons and then I’ll take a break from bulby posting

some freaky stuff and some Bulby and captain interactions. Below is the first drawing of him I diddlily doo-ed.

Also rock Bulby

[when-worlds-end]

Oops... I fell onto my keyboard...

Your eyes remain glued to the cracked ground as you walk away from him, the sound of his beat-up vans hitting the concrete sidewalk rattling along the inside of your skull as he follows you.

One step. Two steps. Four steps. Eight steps. His pace continues to match perfectly in time with yours until you can't take it anymore, furiously whipping around to face the person who just can't seem to cut their losses.

"Stop following me."

"Not until you tell me why they call you that," he breathes out, his words tumbling over themselves in a panic as he tries desperately to pivot the conversation in a direction where you don't demand that he leaves.

"Why won't you just accept that that's what everyone calls me?" Your question comes out softer than you expected, your voice sounding hollow as the layers of defeat pile up in your throat as if to choke you.

"Because I... I just... can't." The words halt you in your tracks but he keeps going, as if he can't stop, "it's cruel, what they call you. They all know it, they're just too cowardly to say anything about it. I'm not. Different doesn't mean bad. Different doesn't mean monster. Different doesn't mean freak."

[actiasss]

im crying why r they the exact same image