The sweet taste of your tears - strawberry flavor. [Jujutsu Kaisen]

Rating:
Explicit

Category:
M/M

Fandoms:
呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship:
Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna

Characters:
Fushiguro Megumi, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Uraume

Additional Tags:
Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Original Form, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Extra Mouths, Possessive Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His Own Warning, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is a Little Shit, Blood and Gore, Death, Character Death, Cannibalism, Cannibalism Play, Sukuna is a Cannibal, Torture, Psychological Torture, Blood and Torture, Tortured Fushiguro Megumi, Tortured Itadori Yuuji, Tortured Kugisaki Nobara, psychical torture, Physical Torture, Vomiting, Choking, Hardcore, Ultra Hardcore, Somnophilia, Blood, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse,...

.
.
.
.

Notes:
A translation of Blutgetränkte Erdbeetränen. [Jujutsu Kaisen] by leeloo_minai.
Another important mention,
my source of inspiration for the two oneshots
(The sweet taste of your tears - strawberry flavour. & The ruby Eyes, the Blood and the Lycoris.)
Is the author fuchsverse.

.
.
.
.

It burned, the air was soaked with blood.
My breathing stopped, my body worked, I felt the pain everywhere.
There he stood before me: Ryoumen. Ryoumen Sukuna.
Ruby red met emerald green, a wide, ugly grin, bloodied teeth. Blood rushed in my ears.
If I managed to breathe, it burned - you could literally taste the sweet metallic smell of the red juice.
This polluted air, which filled my lungs with every breath.
The atmosphere that was soaked with not just any blood; no, it was theirs.

Itadori and Kugisaki.

No. No. No.

The long black fingernails that had grown on sheer oversized paws.
Now gripped my chin and made me lift my head so that he could feast on me.
At the pain and weakness, at my humanity.
My body cracked, I whimpered, pain, a devilish laugh.

"Pathetic," it murmured in front of me. No, not it. HE. Ryoumen. Ryoumen Sukuna.
Complete curse, freed from his vessel and back in its full size.
The figure that was considered godlike, more than a millennium ago.
I spat blood, red droplets now adorning the disfigured face before me; one half sheer human looking, the other all curse.
But he was curse to the core.
He was the king of them.
He was back, aware of his power, and began to act out his power, actions and greed directly.
He lived out his sick, sadistic streak - on us.

The jujuzists.

The same victims as then, today they were the ones who suffered again.
I tore my head out of his clutches.
"Kill us! Just kill us already," I screamed indignantly, one knee digging into my almost lifeless body.
Tears mixed with blood. Tasting like rotten strawberries covered in blood; it all ran together in my oral cavity.
Filled with these liquids, but still as dry as the deserts of the world. Another retching.
My body gave way, I was no longer standing, but hanging here now; my whole body hanging from my wrists.
Shackled to old metal, probably as old as the king of curses itself.
Rusty, dirty, for all his victims; now I was his chosen prey.
Me. Why?